The Second Chance Ch. 10

Linda said he was noticeably big. He waited briefly, allowing her to get used to his girth, her hips undulating, begging for movement. Finally, he pumped her pussy up to a massive orgasm, Linda moaning and panting her excitement while Barry was grunting his sublime contentment. It was the melody that Jerry heard as he was coming up the stairs to surprise his wife.

Linda told me that as she reflects on her past, she cannot help but feel deep regret over her one fateful mistake, a fling that led to the unraveling of her marriage and her separation from a good man, Jerry. It is only now that she fully comprehends how truly happy she had been with him, but it's too late. Despite her remorse and the desire to salvage what they had, she knows there is nothing she can say or do to undo the damage done and mend her marriage. The realization that she has lost someone special and irreplaceable weighs heavily on her heart, leaving her with a sense of profound loss and longing for what once was.

After her ex-husband's formal complaint, accusing her of having an affair with her boss and violating company policy, Linda's life took an unexpected turn. Jerry demanded that both she and her boss be fired, or he would take legal action. Linda lost her job, and her boss faced the consequences of his actions as well.

Amidst the turmoil of her divorce and the loss of her job, the bank offered Linda a way out without prejudice, providing a generous severance package if she agreed not to pursue a sexual harassment lawsuit. Exhausted from the legal battles, she decided to accept the offer and move on.

Linda found a fresh start by securing a position at a public relations firm in Harlem. She settled into an affordable studio apartment near her workplace, appreciating the convenience of the short walking distance. However, as she ventured into the dating scene, she found it less enjoyable than before. The single life left her feeling older, less adventurous, and yearning for something more meaningful.

In the midst of her reflections, Linda couldn't help but wonder if there was a chance to reconcile with Jerry. Despite their previous hardships, she couldn't shake the desire to reconnect with the man she once loved. The passage of time had softened the edges of their past, and Linda found herself considering if there was a way to rekindle their relationship and find the happiness she longed for

I was getting off the train at 125th Street. While Harlem has become relatively safe in recent years, the area around the train station, particularly 125th Street between Second and Fifth Avenues, remains known for higher crime rates. Nevertheless, I thought it would be reasonably safe during the daytime, so I took precautions to ensure my well-being. I put my hair up and wore a sun hat, opting for a modest mango polka dot dress that covered my body from ankles to shoulders. To shield my eyes and maintain a low profile, I wore dark sunglasses.

However, upon stepping off the train, I immediately felt uneasy. A homeless man approached me, panhandling for money, and his presence made me uncomfortable. Trying to avoid any confrontation, I quickly moved away from him. Unfortunately, my discomfort only intensified when another man, wearing a dirty sweatshirt, approached me with unwelcome attention. I knew it was best not to engage with him and tried to distance myself.

Spotting a taxi that had just dropped off a passenger, I seized the opportunity to escape the situation. Without hesitation, I rushed to the cab and hopped into the back seat, closing the door securely. I noticed the driver's puzzled expression through the rearview mirror, likely wondering why I had been walking around that area of Harlem by myself. I felt relieved to be away from the uncomfortable encounters, but I couldn't help but feel a tinge of regret for venturing into that part of town unprepared for what I would encounter.

When I got to her door a woman in a pair of jeans, tee shirt and flip flops greeted me suspiciously. In the time since I last saw Linda, her appearance had changed. The separation from her husband seems to have taken a toll on her, and her appearance reflects this. Her hair appeared disheveled, though her high cheekbones and lovely mouth still held their allure. However, the radiance in her smile seemed diminished. She dressed more casually and appeared slightly thinner than my previous memory of her. Despite these changes, her essence remained familiar, even if altered by life's circumstances.

"May I help you?" Said Linda looking at me with some curiosity.

"Linda Stapleton?" I asked hesitantly as if I did not already know her.

"Yes, who are you?"

"I am sorry to bother you but I'm a friend of Anne O'Callaghan! I need to talk with you about her.

At the mention of Anne's name, she looked me up and down and then let me in.

"Oh my God, have you seen Anne? How is she doing? I have not seen her since the accident."

After I removed my hat and sunglasses, Linda invited me to sit down at the kitchen table. She looked at my appearance and stylish dress, and I could tell she was curious about me.

"I couldn't help but wonder how you know Anne. looking at you I would say you're a fashion model or work in television."

I smiled and said, "thank you but no, I'm a nurse. I know Anne from our time working together as colleagues in nursing. We actually became good friends over the years."

I started talking with her about our mutual friends. We talked quite a bit about Anne's separation, her accident and her pending divorce. Linda expressed her sympathy for Anne.

"Jean, I really do feel sorry for Anne. I never wanted her to end up in the same boat that I find myself, without a good loving husband to grow old with," she said to me with a sense of regret.

"I know, Linda, Anne is devastated, but she told me that she was always faithful to Robert. She was manipulated and trapped into a compromising situation and after hearing her story about what happened, I believe her. So, I decided to help her, "I said to her.

I steered the conversation to the night at the male stripper club where Linda had rescued Anne in her drugged state and had let her spend the night in her old townhouse. It seemed that Linda was vaguely aware that Anne had been drugged and had her suspicions that Stacy had spiked her drink.

"Jean, Stacy was acting suspiciously that night. I saw Stacy sneaking something out of her purse that night when she was coming back from the ladies' room just before going to the bar to get our drinks. She was acting weird when we all sat down making sure we all had another round, insisting that we have the same drink as before. Now that you tell me what happened, that Stacy is with Robert. I realize that she must have planned everything that happened to Anne that night."

"Yes Linda, Anne was drugged with molly, it wasn't just the alcohol." I said.

"Oh, my God, I cannot believe it. Stacy slipped a drug in Anne's drink.to get her incapacitated, didn't she? That way she could have that stripper get it on with her and make a video of her looking like some kind of slut. I bet she paid him to seduce Anne. That woman is one conniving evil bitch.

"I could not agree with you more, Linda. Then, using a veiled threat that she would tell Robert what happened at the girls night out, she coerced Anne to go to her party. There she successfully hatched another plot to further compromise Anne. She slipped a stringer dose of molly into a drink that she gave to Robert for Anne to disarm her. Then, she staged Robert cheating on Anne with Isabel. She brought a drugged, mentally confused, broken hearted Anne to a room where three male swingers stripped her down and ravaged her."

I relayed to her all the subsequent events and Robert's reaction to seeing Anne with the swingers.

"Oh, my God. It is truly shocking to think that Stacy would intentionally try to ruin her life like that. Having experienced the pain of losing my husband, I wouldn't wish that on anyone. While I hold myself responsible for my own situation, Anne was put in a difficult spot, deceived into cheating. The loneliness she must be feeling, knowing her friend is trying to steal her husband, is unimaginable."

"She has suffered, immensely, Linda, believe me, I know how much. I was with her during her rehabilitation, and she needed a lot of psychiatric counseling, to overcome the trauma of what happened to her."

"Stacy involved me in setting Anne up that night, along with Gigi Barnet, who is known for her lively and adventurous spirit. At the time, I thought we were just friends having a good time, but in hindsight, I understand why Stacy invited Gigi -- she was sexually promiscuous. At the time of the event, I was recovering from a divorce and seeking excitement. Looking back, I deeply regret my participation and wouldn't have agreed to go if I had known Stacy's intentions towards Anne," Linda said with remorse.

After we talked about what happened,I told Linda that I still had more investigation to do. I needed witnesses who would come forward and be willing to testify about what happened.

"I certainly would be willing to go to the divorce court and testify against Stacy," she said.

"I am not talking about divorce proceedings Linda. I am talking about criminal charges against her."

"That would be even better. Stacy is not my friend. When Barry Dreyfus at the bank was trying to seduce me, she gave me bad advice. She suggested that he is a hunk and heir to a wealthy fortune from his father.

"You could enjoy the relationship, and your career could profit," she told me.

"You can keep them both happy and just have fun with it as long as Jerry does not find out,"she said.

However, she advised me to hold out for more money or a promotion and maybe even some nice jewelry from his daddy. I can not blame it entirely on Stacy, her attitude however, influenced me to make bad choices, letting the situation get out of hand rather than reporting him to the HR department." She said.

"It is hard to believe that a friend instead of supporting you, gave you the worst possible advice. Her support could have provided emotional strength during a tough time for you."

"Stacy should have encouraged me to report the harassment to the human resources department, or find another vice president who would have helped me follow the proper reporting channels outlined in the company's policies. Instead she encouraged me to fuck this man who is the son of her client. I bet she is doing something inappropriate with this Daniel Dreyfus."

"What do you think is going on?" I asked.

"His company is listed but when you Google it you do not find much information, no catalogue, no advertising. Yet, he has a big account, and he deals with Central American countries. I wonder if he does not have ties to the drug cartels. Did you ever ask yourself where Stacy got that molly?" said Linda.

"From what Anne tells me, Stacy is a narcissist, a crafty demon who will stoop to nothing to get what she wants," I replied.

"And if she is involved with this Dreyfus Fellow, enough to give his son a job at the bank, I have no doubt that she must be getting something in return.

"She should have been advising me to preserve evidence: Those emails, and text messages proved useful to me when I negotiated a settlement." Linda explained.

At the mention of evidence, Linda looked up at me with a smile, "Speaking of evidence, I just realized that I still have the videos on Anne on my i-phone which shows her hitting the stripper in the chest."

"That is fabulous Linda. Can you air drop it to me? I want to prove to Robert that Anne was coerced into the sex. It might prove invaluable in court as well."

Linda was more than willing to cooperate. Of course, I would be happy to give you a copy. if it could help Anne prove that she was set up."

We departed each other as friends and Linda agreed to be available as a witness if it came to a criminal trial.

By 7 pm I had made my way back to Grand Central Station by taxi. It was late, and I was just so tired. The station was practically empty, and I was catching a train to Westchester. I found a seat on the train, and I sat lost in thought reviewing the evening events in my head. I had Linda's support and new unedited video footage to show that I had been manipulated the night I was taken to the male strip club.

I had Isabel's contact information and I wanted to write to her as soon as possible. There were just a few passengers in the cabin and I wanted to be left alone to my thoughts. Things seem to be going well. I was talking to Robert again and I was sure he had his doubts about Stacy.

I had no sooner finished checking my email when a text came in from a number I recognized as Stacy's cell phone.

"Hello bitch! I am on to you bitch and you better stay away from Robert. He is my man and I know that you are a friend of Anne's who is trying to get Robert to talk with that whore again. Well, it will not work out for her. Just in case you think otherwise, watch this. The password is "????Bitch."

I was stunned. That witch Stacy was on to me. The next text was a link. I clicked on the link, and it brought me to a website that asked for a password. I but in the four question marks and the word "Bitch" and it opened to a video. I decided to put it in my ear bud and play it. What I witnessed made me wish I had not. I saw a nearly naked Stacy putting her i phone on the dresser in her bedroom and leaving it recording a video of her bed.

Stacy was hot looking dressed sexy like a Las Vegas call girl. She was wearing red stockings with a garter belt that hid her bit of a belly nicely and which draped over her bubbly butt. She had red open crotch lace panties emphasizing her curves. Her heavy tits were held up by an open cup underwire push up bra that lifted her D cups. Her blonde tinted hair was pinned up to show her high cheekbones and her face was radiant. She was emanating sex appeal and looked irresistible.

She went over to the bed and spread her legs showing her exposed pussy, clean and shaven. I had to admit she looked very sexy like a heavier version of Kate Upton.

Then, I saw a nude Robert come out of the bathroom. His cock was semi erect indicating how excited he was to be looking at Stacy on the bed dressed in her sexy lingerie! He smiled at her. Stacy picked up her hand and gestured to him wiggling her finger to come to the bed. She shamelessly opened her legs wide and fingered her pussy. Her wet labia swelled prominently indicating her obvious lusty state of arousal.

"Hey Doctor Savino, I think I need a gynecological examination. I think you may want to do something about my condition." she said, in a very husky voice.

He threw off the towel and a naked Robert jumped on the bed between her legs. He put his face between her legs and studied the copious pussy juices forming tween her luscious lips.

"God Stacy, I would say you need something more substantial than your fingers to treat you."

"Do not tease me Doc. Do you like my sexy lingerie? I wore it for you. Come and lay down next to me, Robert. You had a grueling day at the hospital. Let me comfort you and relax you and you will forget everything else."

They began to kiss passionately with sloppy open mouth wet kisses. Robert took over command of her pussy by lecherously, fondling her wet and extended swollen pussy folds. His middle finger lewdly circled her clitoris. She let out a grasp as he did this, and then she grabbed hold of his now rock hard shaft, stroked it, using her thumb to rub the sensitive frenulum. with her hand and use

After a while, Robert swung over her body and holding himself above her he planted another wet kiss on her lips. Stacy opened her mouth and hungrily kissed him back holding his head with both hands and gluing her mouth to his. Then she reached below her to grab and milk his hard manhood like milking a cow's utter as they continued swirling their tongues together.

Robert then pulled himself down from her head and started kissing her neck. Then he put his head down to her breasts and started licking her protuberant nipples and sucked one and then another in rapid succession licking each tit, sucking on the nipple, making them stick out, red and tight. Meanwhile, she helped him by twisting her torso to aim her hardened points at his mouth.

"That's it baby, suck on my big titties, these boy toys love to feel your mouth all over them." she said like a porn star.

Robert after sucking on her nipples, slowly sunk down until his mouth was over her shaved snatch and he started licking her pussy. Stacy grabbed his head with two hands, running her fingers through his hair and pulling him against her open vulva between her spread open legs.

"Yes Robert... Yes, oh god yes... I love that. Yeah, you like diving into my hot muffin, don't you? Do not dare take your tongue out from my dripping wet slit. Yeah baby tickle my g spot with your tongue. Drink my girl cum baby," she yelped.

"Oh God Rob, are going to make me cum? Oh God yes, Gawd yesss!" She said with passion.

Stacy began moaning and then she was crying out in pleasure as her orgasm came over her, her legs twitching as she cried out in ecstasy, pushing Rob's head against her snatch and her hips rutted up and down against his face right through her prolonged climax.

After resting a minute, it was clear that Stacy wanted another orgasm, but this time with his cock dumping a load of baby batter in her pussy. "Robert come up here and put that big cock of yours into my gash. I need to feel you inside me."

"Stacy... baby. You are a sex goddess, I want to take you right now," he cried in passion.

Robert then proceeded to climb up Stacy 's body his cock was threading its way between her thighs until she grabbed it and guided his hard shaft right between her swollen pink labial folds. She slid it up and down to wet his prick and then nestled his mushroom cap into the center of her love canal. She then reached around his butt to grab each cheek and help him thrust forward. His shaft slid all the way in as she gave him a sloppy wet kiss. I heard Stacy moan and gasp frantically as she embraced him. She put up her legs and locked her ankles behind him, spreading her legs and using her thighs muscles to pull him into her wet snatch as deep as she could all the way down to her cervix.

"Oh that feels so good, "She said as Robert's dick slid in between her glistening wet folds.

"Tell me how much better I am at sex than your whore wife."

"You feel incredible, so tight, not loose as I imagine Anne is."

"That's right baby, give it to me... UGG... I'm your slut, your wife is everybody else's slut." he said well, gasping for air with each thrust.

Stacy let out a series of grunts as Robert thrusted quickly between her legs.

"God Robert, you're so...uh...big I love you inside me... ugh... Tell me how much better...uh... I am than Anne." She said panting for breath now, as her climax approached.

"You are gorgeous Stacy; I do not want to...ugh...think about Anne. I could never enjoy her like this again.... ugh... kiss me."

I felt betrayed by Robert. The vision of my husband willingly fucking another woman was almost too much to bear. But hearing him condemn me and comparing me to that bitch was enough to make me hate him.

Stacy was moaning with each push. Robert was grunting loudly like a pig enjoying his meal. Each grunt was like a dagger to my heart. Tears came to my eyes as I watched, unable to turn it off.

The video stopped and then a similar scene was playing. It was the same view of the bed but must have been a different day.

Stacy was just naked in bed with Robert. She was on her side in a sixty-nine position, playing with his hard cock, stroking it with her hands. Then she said," Really Robby, I make you hard not like Anne."