The Stalking Horse

"I see you finally wised up to Bobby."

A couple of people had seen the altercation between Bobby, Billy Jean and me in Mack's parking lot and the word had spread and most of the people who knew Bobby and me had heard about it. I shrugged and said:

"I wised up and we had a sit down and I think we've straightened things out. He had one foot out the door and the other on a banana peel and my hand in the middle of his back ready to push when he decided to change his ways."

Bev looked at me for a couple of seconds before saying, "Bobby change his ways? Except where Bobby is concerned I always thought of you as one of the swifter girls I knew. If Bobby changed his ways why did I see him going into room 141 at the Bide-A-Wee motel with that tramp Helen Catron?"

"When was this?"

"About two hours ago."

"It couldn't have been Bobby. He's on a trip and not due back until tomorrow."

"You are in denial honey. I've known Bobby since the third grade and my eyesight is 20/20. I know Bobby when I see him."

I suddenly lost my appetite, told Bev goodbye and I got up and left Patty Ann's. I was not in denial, but I couldn't go on hearsay. I drove out to the edge of town and there in the Bide-A-Wee parking lot was Bobby's Ford pick up truck. No mistaking it either; not with the vanity plate "QBACK" on the back bumper.

I drove back into town and decided to stop at the Starlight Lounge for a drink. I saw Agnes and Barry sitting at a table and Agnes saw me and waved me over. I joined them and then for the next half hour we talked and I sipped a margarita. Then Agnes said she had to be going and Barry said he was going to stick around and keep me company.

After Agnes was gone Barry asked me to dance and while we were dancing he asked me why I was out drinking alone and I told him. He pulled me in tighter and said:

"Sounds like the perfect night to get that payback you talked about."

I looked up at him and said, "I think you are right" and so began my love affair with Barry. We left the Starlight and I followed him to his apartment. It was only going to be a one night stand that I was going to throw in Bobby's face when he came home. An "If you can do it so can I" thing, but that is not the way it turned out.

My only sexual experiences were with Bobby and with Bobby it was always a couple of minutes of foreplay and then get on and go. He would suck on my breasts, finger my pussy while I fondled his cock and then it was ten minutes of hard driving sex in the missionary or doggie position. I had no complaints because Bobby always brought me off. I had always wanted to give Bobby head and he wanted it, but he refused to lick my pussy so my position was "I don't get it, you don't get it.

Barry was totally different and an eye opening experience. He spent twenty minutes just kissing me and another ten slowly undressing me. Once I was nude and on the bed he started kissing me and then kissed and licked his way all the way from my mouth to my pussy. Once he reached my pussy he started eating me and I lost it. I screamed, I cried, I moaned and I came like crazy.

I fell asleep in Barry's arms absolutely sexually satisfied and exhausted. In the morning all thoughts of a one night stand were gone and so was the idea of throwing my infidelity in Bobby's face. Doing that would never mean seeing Barry again and I was not about to let that happen. Not after the night I had just had.

For the next three months when Bobby was on trips I was with Barry. We didn't fuck, we made love. We made love three and four times a week and when Bobby was home I couldn't wait for him to be gone again To keep Bobby from getting suspicious I started having sex with him again and I let him think that we might make a go of it after all, but it wasn't going to happen. Not after my experiencing Barry.

I wanted to leave Bobby and marry Barry and Barry wanted it also. He even offered to pay for the divorce, but as much as I wanted to do it I couldn't. I had seen too many times what Bobby did to guys who just talked to me or sat with me for a cup of coffee. I could only imagine what he might do to someone who had not only touched me, but who had made love to me. I wanted Barry, but not at the expense of Barry being put in the hospital -- or worse.

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It was a night when Bobby was home and he had already gone to bed. I was sitting on the couch reading a novel about a man who had framed his wife's lover and had gotten him sent to prison and it gave me an idea and the more I thought about that idea the more I thought that it was the answer to my problem. I would have to be careful about it and do it so Barry never found out, but if I could pull it off Barry and I could live happily ever after.

The idea was simple. Take a lover and make sure that Bobby found out about it. Bobby would lose it, go after the guy and hurt him bad enough that Bobby would go to jail. Once he was locked away I could divorce him, wait an acceptable period and then marry Barry. The hard part would be to decide who to take as a lover. I couldn't do it to someone I liked, but by the same token could I have sex with someone I didn't like? And I would have to have sex with him to make sure Bobby would be enraged enough to do the kind of thing that would get him tossed into jail and put away for a while. I would have to do it. I would have to make myself do it! But I'd have to do it in a way that would keep Barry from finding out about it. He would never in a million years understand.

Two days after I came up with the idea I was in Dawson's Mercantile looking for some kitchen curtains when a voice behind me said:

"How you doing sweet cheeks?"

I turned around and saw Charlie Martin. Charlie was the guy who all through school hit on all the girls and who thought he was God's gift to women and at that exact moment I thought he was God's gift to me. Charlie had a reputation and it was both good and bad. The girls who did get with Charlie raved about the size of his cock and what it did to them, but the down side was that if Charlie scored with you he let the world know. There always seemed to be a girl willing to pay that price if she could experience what Charlie was reputed to have.

I stood there looking at Charlie and I knew that if Charlie took a shot at me and I took him up on it he would talk about it and the word would get back to Bobby. It might be even better than that. Charlie had been the quarterback until Bobby beat him out of the position and Charlie had hated Bobby ever since. If I gave in to Charlie it was possible that Charlie himself would tell Bobby just to rub his nose in it. Charlie would make the perfect stalking horse. All I had to do was get Charlie to take that shot and I knew just how to make it happen. I smiled at him, looked him up and down slowing my gaze in the area of his genitals and said:

"Hi yourself handsome."

Charlie took that and ran with it. After a minute or two of "How have you been" and "what are you doing with yourself these days" Charlie said:

"Are you doing anything right now? Maybe we could hit The Rock Pile for a drink and catch up on old times."

"I'd like that Charlie, but Bobby is expecting me back in a little bit. Maybe we can get together the next time he goes on one of his five or six day trips."

"That would be great. Here, let me give you my cell number. Give me a call the next time you are free."

Knowing full well that if I called him he would see me as a sure thing I took the number and told him that I would be in touch.

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It was a week before Bobby got a six day out of town trip and it just happened that Barry had to go out of town on personal business at the same time. A death in the family that would keep him in Boston for at least two weeks and maybe three if the estate couldn't be settled quickly. I waited until the day after Bobby left and then I gave Charlie a call.

"Bobby is on a trip and I don't feel like sitting at home alone. You still want to buy me a drink?"

"You bet. Just name a time and place."

"The Rock Pile at eight?"

"I'll be there."

And he was. He must have gotten there real early to make sure he got a booth in the back corner where it was dark. I hoped it wasn't too dark for him to appreciate the extent I had gone to to grab his attention. A low cut blouse with no bra, the shortest skirt that I owned and the high heels that Bobby called my "fuck me" shoes. Also, I hoped it wasn't too dark to keep others from seeing us. That was the point after all -- getting the word back to Bobby.

I slid onto the seat across from him and he smiled and said, "It is a good thing that I'm not a betting man."

"And why is that?"

"I would have bet that you wouldn't show."

"That would have been a stupid bet anyway. Maybe if you had called me and I'd agreed to have a drink with you you might have considered that I might have second thoughts what with me being a married woman and all, but I was the one who called you."

"Yes you did and believe me I have wondered about that."

"What? No faith in your manly charm? You never seemed to have self doubts when we were in high school."

"I don't have self doubts now. I just never figured th..."

"That Bobby's wife would ever give you a second thought."

"That about covers it."

"But it didn't stop you from taking your shot at the Mercantile."

He looked at me in silence and after a moment I grinned at him and said, "My hair might be blond honey, but believe me when I say that I'm not some dumb bimbo. I know exactly why you approached me at the Mercantile and asked me to join you for a drink. It was because I am Bobby's wife. You didn't think you had a realistic shot, but what the hell, nothing ventured nothing gained right?"

He grinned at me and I went on, "You have never forgiven Bobby for beating you out as quarterback have you? You know in your heart that it should have been you to take the team to two perfect seasons. You have never forgiven him and wouldn't it be just perfect if you could take his wife like he took your team so you took your shot. How close am I Charlie?"

"Dead on sweetie, but with you knowing that the question now is why are you here?"

"Curiosity Charlie."

"Curiosity?"

"Yes indeed. You know bobby's reputation and how he can get carried away just seeing me talk with another guy. I have to be curious about a guy who knows that and still asks me out for a drink."

"Maybe it is because I'm not afraid of Bobby. Maybe it is because I think I can beat his ass if he comes after me."

"So you have no interest in me? Just want to use me as a way to get back at Bobby?"

"Don't be stupid sweetie. If you weren't married I'd be after you in a heartbeat, but you are married and married to Bobby and you nailed it. It would be sweet to get to Bobby's wife. So tell me sweet thing, knowing that you have already figured out my motives why are you really here?"

"It is a small town Charlie and you get around so you know what Bobby has been doing. I didn't find out until a little while ago, but I know now. I've stayed home and been a good girl since I married Bobby, but once I found out about what he has been doing I pretty much decided that I was going to get even and that was the mood I was in when you said "Hi" to me at the Mercantile."

"So I was in the right place at the right time and you decided that I would do as someone you could use to get even with Bobby?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe? I can't believe that you are here and telling me all that you just have on a maybe."

"Call this an exploratory meeting Charlie. When I came here I wasn't all that sure that you would be interested in what I'm interested in."

"And that would be?"

"I want to get even with Bobby, but I'm not interested in taking on a full time boyfriend. I'm looking for a temporary playmate who knows that it is going to be a short time affair with no emotional involvement."

"So your plan is to get laid and then go tell Bobby and rub his nose in it."

"Oh no. I'll never tell Bobby. There is a divorce in our future and my having had a lover will give him ammunition to use against me. I want to be able to point to his fucking around on me and not have him be able to come back on me for the same thing. My playing will be for my mental health. Just knowing that I gave what he thinks of as his to someone else will make me feel good."

"So if I say that I'm just what you are looking for -- some sex with no strings attached -- what next?"

"Bobby is out of town for the next four days so maybe you might have some idea of how I can fill those days?"

"Why are we sitting here and wasting time? Let's get the hell out of here and go to my place."

"Hey! Not so fast buster. I'm not some sleazy bar pickup. You have to at least buy me a drink or two and dance a couple of dances with me."

"Playing hard to get huh?"

"Of course. After all I am a married woman and if I am going to stray it will have to be because my seducer has put some effort into it."

"One drink and one dance, okay?"

"Deal."

Charlie led me out onto the dance floor and pulled me close and as we moved together he pushed his cock into my leg. I looked up at him and said:

"My goodness. It feels like all those rumors I heard about you in school might be true."

"They were absolutely true sweetie."

We finished the dance, stopped by the table to grab my purse and then left the Rock Pile. Charlie told me to follow him to his condo, but I wanted as many people as possible to see me with Charlie so I told him I would ride with him. As soon as we were in the car I slid over next to him and reached for his zipper.

"I can't wait" I said, "I just have to see it."

He laughed and spread his legs a little to give me better access and I worked my hand inside his pants. I could not believe what I got a hold of. It felt huge and it was only starting to harden up. It was a struggle to get it out in the open and once I got a good look at it I started having doubts about my plan. I did not think I could get that thing in me without getting hurt. Charlie must have been reading my mind because he said:

"Don't worry sweetie, you can handle it. It takes some time to get used to it, but I haven't found a lady yet who couldn't accommodate it."

His words did not reassure me. I stroked him all the way to his condo. When we got there I was staring at the throbbing dick in my hand and I seriously considered getting out of the car and running back to where I'd left my car. My only experience was with Bobby and Barry and neither one of them had a cock anywhere near the size of Charlie's. Again, as if reading my mind, Charlie said:

"Relax sweetie, it is only ten and a half inches. If Bobby is average I'm only three and a half inches bigger."

Maybe in length I thought, but Charlie's was so fat. I was scared, but I had been stroking it for about ten miles and I had gone that far in my plan so I took a deep breath and said:

"Let's do it."

I followed Charlie into his place and he led me into his bedroom. He started taking off his clothes and I stood there watching him and thinking, "Can I do this? Can I really do this?"

He stood naked in front of me and with his cock completely uncovered it looked even bigger than it had in the car and my doubts as to whether I could take it resurfaced. I was a fraction of a second from bolting from the room when a faint memory worked its way out of some compartment in my mind. We were in the girl's locker room after gym class and Billy Jean was bragging about how she had fucked Charlie senseless on their Saturday night date. That memory tripped a switch somewhere in my brain and I said to myself:

"If that fucking whore could do it so can I."

I reached for the buttons on my blouse and Charlie said, "No sweetie, let me do it. I like to unwrap my presents."

He unbuttoned my blouse and worked it off me and then looked at my breasts and said:

"Nice. Very, very nice."

He cupped the left one in his hand and bent to lick and suck the nipple on the right. As he licked and sucked he rolled my left nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand was busy working on getting my skirt off of me. I started to kick off my heels, but Charlie stopped me.

"Leave them on. I love the feeling when they rub my ears."

When I was naked except for my heels he led me to the bed and went down on me. Thanks to Barry I found that I love to have my pussy eaten, but I was worried that since Charlie went down on me he would expect me to return the favor and no way was I ever going to get that thing far enough into my mouth to do him any good and I told him so. All he said was:

"Up to you. Some can and some can't."

That pissed me off. He thinks I'm not woman enough I thought. Well I'll just show him! I vowed that before the evening was over I would get enough of him in my mouth to swallow whatever he could put out.

Charlie was an extremely good pussy eater and he did get me off before he got up between my legs for 'the moment of truth." He opened the drawer on the bedside stand and took out a tube of KY Jelly.

"This usually helps the first couple of times" he said as he put some on his fingers and worked them into my pussy. He worked his fingers around in me for a couple of minutes and the put some on his cock. Even with the KY it took Charlie several minutes to work himself into me. There wasn't any pain, but until he was in far enough to start doing some stroking there was a lot of discomfort. He began moving back and forth and his strokes got longer and longer as I stretched to accommodate him and then he hit a spot in me that had never been touched before and I had the most intense orgasm of my life.

Charlie slowed down his strokes until I calmed down a little and then he picked up speed. I had several small orgasms before he came and when he pulled out all I could do was lay there, stare up at the ceiling and think "Oh My God!"

We rested about ten minutes and then Charlie asked me if I was ready to go again. Again he hit the magic spot (I have since decided that it was my G-spot) and I again went wild. When Charlie came the second time I moved to my knees and attempted to suck his cock. I couldn't do it. I could not get the head of his cock in my mouth so I licked it and played with his balls for several minutes until he pushed me into the doggie position and fucked me for the third time.

I fell asleep exhausted. In the morning we stopped at the Waffle House for breakfast before going to pick up my car. While waiting for our order Charlie said:

"I hope you might want to do this again sometime."

I looked him right in the eye and said, "Bobby will be gone for at least three more days and with any kind of luck he will have another trip within a week of his getting back. Should I plan on spending my time alone or might you have an idea or two?"

"Should we meet somewhere so no one sees your car parked at my place?"

"No need. There are plenty of Honda Civics around. No one will know that the one parked at your place is mine."

Actually I was hoping that everyone who saw it would know that it was mine. The more people who knew the better the chances that the word would get back to Bobby.

I worked with two girls who I had gone to school with and both of them had made it known when we girls got together to talk that they had spent some time on Charlie's backseat and I wondered if they could tell where I'd been from the way I walked when I got to work.

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The next three nights -- Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday -- found me at Charlie's condo and on Charlie's bed. I had always heard that size doesn't matter and I quickly found out that was just so much bullshit. Bigger was definitely better. I had expected that my fling with Charlie would just be a ho-hum affair with me just putting up with the fucking while waiting for Bobby to find out and go ballistic, but I found that I was enjoying the hell out of being stuffed full. Yes indeed, bigger was better, but size alone wouldn't be enough to sustain a relationship at least not for me. But damn, it sure would be nice if Barry had a cock the size of Charlie's.