Greg and Allie 03: February's Curse

"Quit teasing me like that," she shouted. "You're driving me nuts!" I gave a wicked "Snidely Whiplash" laugh and kept playing with the control, watching her rub herself furiously as the device buzzed inside her pussy.

"Bwahahahaha," I said wickedly as I kept adjusting the control. "I have total control," I added, putting the device at just under the maximum level. Her eyes flew open even wider and her body jerked up off the bed as she rubbed herself furiously.

"Oh, fuck," she cried. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK! Make me cum! Hurry up! I need to cum! Fuck!" I ran the level all the way up and watched as she shuddered on the bed. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHH," she screamed as she squirted all over the towels. She bucked on the bed a few times as wave upon wave of pleasure overtook her. Finally, she settled down and lay there on the bed, looking at me with a smile on her face.

"You enjoyed that way too much, you brat," she said as she pulled the soaked towels off the bed.

"I most certainly did," I told her. "We'll need to do this much more often."

"Get over here," she said. "I'm not finished yet." I walked over to her, my hard cock sticking out of my new boxers. She pulled my boxers down and stroked my manhood as she looked up at me. "This is all I really wanted for Christmas," she said as she took me in her mouth. It didn't take long for her to coax a load out of me. She swallowed what I gave her and pulled the covers back.

I climbed in bed with her and we made love for a couple more hours. When we finished, we laid in each other's arms.

"I love you so much," she said. "I hope you liked your Christmas."

"I love you too," I told her. "I loved it. Thank you. I hope you enjoyed your Christmas."

"I did," she said. "Very much. I just can't believe what a brat you were." I knew she was referring to the remote control vibrator. I chuckled.

"Maybe we can use it the next time we go out," I told her.

"You're kidding," she said with a smile. "You would use that on me in public?"

"Why not?" I asked. "I've seen videos of it online."

"You'll have to show me some of those videos," she said. "I can't believe anyone would actually use something like that in public."

"Okay," I said. "Tomorrow, remind me and I'll show you." We finally drifted off to sleep. Neither of us had to work the next day, so I didn't bother setting the alarm.

As promised, I showed Allie the videos I found the next day over breakfast. She watched them all and looked up at me before speaking.

"I'll have to give that some thought," she said. "Maybe after it gets a bit warmer."

The rest of the week went fast for both of us. We spent much of it at home, playing with our new presents -- and each other, of course. Allie challenged me to a game of strip Foosball, which I won. Neither of us complained when we celebrated my win.

She had a short list of "honey-do's" for me that week -- nothing out of the ordinary -- and I managed to get them all done. I didn't mind doing them at all -- they were things that needed to get done and this was as good a time as any to finish them.

We went out for dinner and dancing over the weekend, and Allie wore her new necklace. We deliberately avoided the club where we first encountered LaValliere and had a great time.

I kept an eye on the business phone, just in case someone called in. I had already set the system up so clients could either leave a message or speak to me if necessary by simply pressing "1." That would forward the call to my business smart phone, which was always within reach. Fortunately, there were no calls that week, not even wrong numbers or hangups, which made me feel good. Allie was called into the emergency room a couple times when they got overwhelmed, but she didn't mind and was back home in a couple hours after things settled down.

We celebrated New Year's Eve at home with champagne, rather than risk going out. We decided to see if we could give each other an orgasm on the first second of the New Year. We tried our best, but unfortunately, missed it by just a few seconds. Oh well, we decided. There's always next year.

On Thursday, we went back to work. It didn't escape my attention that Allie and I had all but forgotten about LaValliere over the holidays, and that was a good thing. I couldn't help but wonder if I would see him when I reached the job site. I didn't and that, in itself, was some cause for celebration.

In fact, I didn't see or hear anything from the creep for about three weeks. Maybe he finally decided to move on, I thought. The reprieve, however, was short-lived. It was the Monday of the fourth week in January when it happened.

I went to my office as I usually did in the mornings. There were no messages, but the phone rang before I could take it out of what I called "holiday mode." The call was forwarded to my business phone, which lit up. I saw the number was set to "private," but answered anyway.

"Greg Smith," I said when I picked up the call.

"Hey asshole," a man's voice said. I recognized the voice instantly -- it was LaValliere. "You probably thought I forgot about you, but I haven't. I just called to let you know that one day real soon, I'm going to kick your ass. Then I'm going to make you watch me fuck your wife. Trust me, by the time I'm finished with her, she won't ever want your little dick anywhere near her again." He laughed and ended the call.

I thought about calling Albert, or getting the team management involved, but then it hit me -- I had no real evidence since I answered the call and there was no recording of it. If I made a stink about it, it would be his word against mine. I thought for a few minutes, then it hit me. I looked through the list of contacts I had for the team, found the number I was looking for and made the call.

"Dylan James," the man said when he answered my call.

"Coach, this is Greg Smith," I said.

"Yes, Greg, how are you this morning?" he asked. "I hope you had a good holiday."

"I did, thanks," I said. "I'm sorry for calling you up like this, but I was wondering if we could meet for a few minutes. Something's come up and I'd like your input."

"Let me guess," he said. "That something might be Marc LaValliere?"

"Yes," I said. I heard him sigh over the phone.

"I was wondering how long it'd be before you called," he said. "Listen, you know that little coffee shop over on 3^rd and Main?"

"Yeah, I know it," I said.

"Why don't you meet me there about 11:30 this morning. Will that work for you?" he asked.

"I'll make it work, Coach, thanks," I said.

"No problem," he said. "I'll see you then." We ended the call and I went about my business, stopping first at the job site to make sure the crew survived the holiday week. They had, and were hard at work. Lenny brought me up to speed on his progress and pulled me over to the side.

"Have you seen LaValliere yet?" he asked.

"No and I don't plan to," I said.

"Well, he came by looking for you," Lenny said. "I told him I didn't know exactly when you'd be here."

"Okay, thanks, Lenny," I said in response.

"What's up with him, anyway?" Lenny asked. "It seems like you're living rent-free in his head."

"He wants something and I'm in the way," I said.

"I see," Lenny said. "Well, if you need anything, let me know. I've got your back."

"Thanks, I appreciate that," I said before heading out. I made it to the coffee shop with a few minutes to spare and grabbed a table that sat in one corner of the shop after ordering my coffee. I saw Coach James walk in and waved him over.

"Care for a cup of coffee?" I asked when he got to the table.

"Sure, why not," he said. I took his order and came back a couple minutes later with his coffee. "Thanks," he said after I sat down. "So, what's going on between you and LaValliere?" he asked. I told him the whole story -- of how he tried to pick Allie up the night I proposed to her, how he confronted me earlier and about his threatening phone call. He listened intently as I spoke.

"Have you said anything about this to upper management?" he asked.

"No, I haven't," I told him.

"It's just as well," he said. "All of the players have a morality clause in their contracts, but management tends to look the other way. Their opinion is that 'boys will be boys' and they're not interested in dealing with things like this. Unfortunately, LaValliere has a reputation for going after married women. Especially if they're as attractive as your wife. Yeah, I saw how he eyed her at the Christmas party. That's why I kept an eye on him. So what are you going to do about it?"

"I'm not sure yet," I said. "But there are times when I want to rip his head off and crap down his throat." Coach chuckled at that.

"Yeah, well, with your background and skill set, that may not be the wisest thing to do," he said. I looked at him, shocked. "You still doing the mixed martial arts thing?"

"I still work out, but it's been a few years since I've been active in it. You know about that?" I asked. He nodded his head.

"I was in California and saw you compete in the joint services championship a few years back," he said. "I thought I recognized you when we met that first time, so I did some checking. I understand your reason for not wanting to go professional, by the way."

"I wanted to put all that behind me," I said. "It's not something I'm proud of."

"Does your wife know?" he asked.

"We don't have any secrets between us," I said. "She knows how I feel about that. I was going through a tough time in my life. My father had just died. We don't talk about it these days."

"You understand that with your background and history, you could get arrested if you went after LaValliere," Coach said. "Possibly even charged with attempted murder."

"I know," I said. "That's why I haven't done anything yet."

"That's a wise move on your part," he said. He took a sip of coffee before speaking. "I have an idea about something that may put an end to all this."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Marc doesn't know anything about you, except for the fact that your wife is very attractive," he said. "Maybe we ought to bring him up to speed. What do you think?"

"What are you thinking?" I asked. "Are you suggesting the two of us get in the ring?" He shook his head.

"No, he wouldn't last five seconds in the ring with you, and the last thing I want is an injured tight end," he said. "I was thinking more along the lines of a private demonstration. Are you up for that?"

"What kind of a demonstration?" I asked.

"I was thinking maybe have you come in and break some boards or bricks," he said. "You know, the stuff you used to do for demonstrations. Can you still do that?" I thought for a moment before answering.

"Yeah, it's been a while, but I can still do that," I said.

"Alright," he said. "Let me make a call and get something set up. I think the sooner the better, don't you?"

"I agree," I said. We finished our coffee and stood up to leave.

"I'll call you later today, will that be okay?" he asked.

"Sure," I said.

"Hopefully, this will sink into LaValliere's thick skull without having it broken," he said.

"I hope so, too," I said. We went our separate ways and I finished the jobs I had lined up before going home. Coach James called late that afternoon.

"A friend of mine runs a dojo down on Riverside," he said. "Are oyu familiar with it?"

"I've seen it, yes," I said.

"Good," Coach said. "Can you be there tomorrow evening, say about 6:00 pm?"

"Yeah, I can be there," I said.

"Okay, then I'll see you there," he told me. "Feel free to bring Allie with you. I think Marc will have something to say when you're finished."

"Alright, I'll talk to her tonight," I said before ending the call. I told Allie what happened over dinner.

"Are you going to actually fight him?" she asked.

"That's not the plan. The idea is to teach him a lesson without actually hurting him," I said. "So, will you go with me?"

"You promise me you won't get yourself in any trouble?" she asked.

"I promise," I said.

"Okay, I'll go with you, then," she said. The next day, Allie met me at home after work and we headed out. When we got there, I changed into the shorts I used to wear when competing. When I came back out, Marc and Coach James had arrived. Coach had Marc sit by the mat where the demonstration would take place.

After all the introductions, the sensei took his place in the middle of the mat and picked up a board. He held it as far as he could and turned his head as I broke it with my fist. I saw Coach turn to Marc.

"Just think, son, that could've been one of your ribs," he said, causing Marc's face to go white. The sensei picked up another board and I broke it with a standing kick. I asked the sensei if he could hold two boards. He nodded his head and held two boards together, which I broke with my fist.

The sensei had me break several other boards just to make the point. Then he called out one of his students and cleared the mat. The student was a big man, muscular, wiry and about the same size as Marc.

We bowed, then faced off. I asked him to come at me the way someone like Marc would. He understood and took a swing, which I easily deflected. Using the momentum of his swing, I threw him on his back, then made three punches, all of which I pulled. One went to the student's throat, a second to the solar plexus and a third to the gut. The whole thing only lasted a few seconds.

I stood up and offered my hand, which the student accepted. He got up and we both turned to face Marc. Coach looked at him before speaking.

"Tell me, why do we watch videos of the teams we're about to face?" he asked.

"So we know as much as we can about the opposing team," Marc said.

"That's right," Coach said. "Tell me, what did you know about Mr. Smith before today?" Marc looked at me for a moment before answering.

"He's a computer geek," Marc said.

"With a beautiful wife," Coach added. "A wife you'd like to take to bed. Isn't that right?" Marc looked down, somewhat embarrassed.

"Yeah," he said quietly.

"But you really don't know anything at all about her husband, do you?" Coach asked.

"I guess not," LaValliere said.

"Which means you don't know that Mr. Smith here won a joint services mixed martial arts championship a few years back, do you?" Coach asked. LaValliere shook his head.

"No, I didn't," he said.

"He could've gone professional if he chose to, but he didn't," Coach said before looking at me. "You want to tell him why, son?" Marc looked at me as I spoke.

"I nearly killed a man with my bare hands," I said. LaValliere's face grew white. "I was on a date and someone tried to move in on her the same way you tried to do with Allie. She said no, I said no, but he refused to back off. Then he took a swing at me. I almost broke his neck. He ended up in the hospital with a couple broken ribs and a broken arm." LaValliere shuddered as he put his hand up to his throat. "I decided I didn't want to take a chance of something like that happening again."

"You see, Marc, you were very lucky. Not once, but three times," Coach said. "Yeah, I know all about what happened between you and Greg. It's a good thing you didn't take a swing at him. They'd still be putting your ass back together. Now, I think you owe him an apology." Marc looked at me for a few moments. I could see the conflicting emotions as he considered what Coach told him.

"I... I'm sorry, Greg," he said. "I'll never bother either of you again."

"I accept your apology, but I think you should apologize to my wife," I said. By then, Allie was standing next to me.

"I'm sorry, Allie," he said. "Please forgive me."

"I accept your apology, Marc," she said. "And for the record, the answer will always be 'no.' No one but my husband touches me and he's the only one I'll ever dance with." Marc nodded his head.

"I understand," he said. He looked at me before speaking. "That's a good woman you've got there, Greg. Hang on to her with everything you've got."

"I agree," I said. "And I will." We all shook hands and left the dojo after thanking the sensei and his student.

"How are you feeling?" Allie asked me on the way home.

"Better, now that's over with," I said, which was true. I didn't consider LaValliere a friend by any means, but I hoped tonight's demonstration would put an end to the bullshit. "Promise me, though, you'll let me know if you hear from him."

"I will," she said.

...

Life went on for all of us -- the job progressed as I had expected, and, true to his word, LaValliere left us alone. In fact, the one time I saw him after that, which was a week later, he smiled and waved. I smiled back and returned the wave.

Then February really kicked in. In case you haven't heard, February sucks. For the first two weeks, we literally didn't see the sun -- at all. It was all grey skies, high temperatures in the 20s and an occasional inch or two of snow. Fortunately, both of our cars were all-wheel drive, and were outfitted with snow tires. Both of us had a lot of experience driving in this weather, so I wasn't as worried as I might otherwise have been.

Everyone was looking forward to Valentine's Day, which started with two inches of snow on the ground and more falling from the sky. By mid-afternoon, the whole city was shutting down. I called Lenny and told him to let the crew go home. We were far enough ahead that I figured one afternoon wouldn't hurt. By nightfall, all of the major roads had been closed off to everything except essential traffic.

I wanted to take Allie out that night, but we decided to stay home. Instead, she modeled her new lingerie for me and performed one provocative striptease after another. She finally gave me a naked lap dance on the couch, which morphed into a session of wet, wild sex.

The month wore on and we continued our work. By month's end, we were preparing to "flip the switch" on the new network. It was March 1 when I saw the headline in the morning paper: "Who is Marc LaValliere's New Girlfriend?"

I read the article and looked at the pictures, shaking my head. I couldn't help but wonder who the poor husband was and what he was going through. Perhaps I should've kicked LaValliere's ass, I thought. Allie was shocked when I showed her the headline. She read the piece and looked at the pictures, shaking her head.

The next day, I saw a headline that read, "Jilted Husband To Consider Legal Action Against Sharks, Tight End Marc LaValliere."

"The man who identified himself as the woman's husband also provided graphic video that clearly shows sexual activity between a woman he says was his wife and LaValliere. One video showed a man who appeared to be LaValliere taunting him by saying he would continue to have sex with the woman, perhaps even in the man's own bed, as he was forced to watch," the article said.

"According to the husband, his wife's friends allegedly assisted her in making her getaway with LaValliere. Attempts to contact those individuals have so far been unsuccessful.

"Like all the other players on the team, LaValliere's contract with the team includes a very strict morals clause. Violation of that contract and failure to enforce that clause could potentially leave the team open to legal action.

"We reached out to the team management as well as LaValliere for comment. We did not receive a response from the team, and LaValliere simply said, 'No comment,'" the article said in conclusion. With friends like that, I thought, who the hell needs enemies? I let Allie read the article.

"Can you believe that?" I asked her. She shook her head.

"I guess he didn't learn his lesson," she said.

"I guess not," I said, putting the paper down.

"Do you think maybe you should reach out to someone and tell them what he did to us?" she asked.