Wicked Ch. 09

"Oh," Ethan moaned.

Ana took her hand away. "We'll be right back after these messages."

"Hey!"

"Kiss the Alpha female, dummy." She suddenly stood up. "What happened to the music? I wanna dance."

"We'll dance alright." Nadav tried to grab her but she took off on her long legs, laughing, and ran outside to the pool area.

"What did you give her?" Ethan asked.

"Probably too much of it. Fuck! I've got a feeling of déjà vu." He turned to Ethan. "I'm too baked right now to get that hot roadrunner on my own. Wanna help me catch her?"

"Only if I get to do her first."

"Like fuck you are."

"Then let's share." Ethan assessed the other so-called Alpha in the room and felt a little like an Omega.

"Fuck. Why not? But keep away from my junk. I ain't into that Bi horseshit."

"Fine."

"It's Nadav Fine; number one shooting guard in the league," Nadav growled. "And don't you forget it." He pulled down his trousers and pulled out his penis, which was the only other human made item, outside of the Great Wall of China, that could be observed from the moon.

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Ana's red flimsy dress lay like a battle casualty on the patio tiles. The owner of that dress was swinging on the swing that Dan hung last week from the pecan tree. Her eyes were closed and she was humming an Arabic tune.

"Habibi ya einee, Ya einee ya leilee." [Love, oh my eyes, my eyes, my nights]

Nadav had to stop for a moment and stare; not everyday you get to see a naked nymph on a swing. An epiphany. He walked slowly, his big feet made crunching sounds as he stepped over the leaves. Ana opened a single eye and watched him approach. She giggled. "Remember the game rules? You'll have to catch me first."

The yard was lighted by a spotlight and colored lamps Ana had hung in advance. Her bronze skin gleamed, beckoning. She was one of the few women on planet earth who could cause Nadav's soldier to stand at attention just by taking off her dress.

"Who's your man?"

"Dan."

"Wha'? That wimp? Who gives you mind blowing orgasms?"

"That would be Sean."

"Who?"

"He's blond, and tall, and he can –" Ana stood up on the swing and smiled. "You'll never catch me."

"Been there, done that."

"Been where?" Ana jumped off the swing and turned to run away from Nadav. She made four strides before she slammed into the broad torso of Ethan. They both fell to the soft clean grass with an 'oomph.' Ana landed on top of the tall bodybuilder.

"Hey, you," he smiled.

"Let me go, you idiot."

"Christ, I don't think I ever wanted a woman more."

She felt him hard between her legs and pinched his buttock. "Let go of me."

"Want me to go back to Danielle?"

She licked his lips.

Ethan kissed her mouth to mouth, his tongue exploring, touching and going. Ana moaned. She felt him pressing and felt her flower opening to accommodate his girth.

"You're big," She whispered.

"God, you feel so great," He pressed upward, skewering her.

Ana moaned as her pussy stretched. She felt Nadav's big hands on her back and panicked. She tried to get up but he pushed her shoulders down, hard, impaling her, balls deep, on Ethan's cock. Her heart started thumping hard, but she could feel her juices flowing from the brutality of the act. Dan was always so gentle; she loved it when Nadav took charge.

"Push that Bambi," Ethan huffed.

Nadav gave her back a kiss, and took a bite from the curve of her swan neck.

"Hey, wait for your turn."

Ana felt something pressing her anus and then cold substance squirted inside.

"Hey."

Nadav started rubbing her ass cheeks and she felt his finger pushing her pink ring, then the barrier opened and it burrowed inside her. She clenched in fear.

"Shhhh baby, relax."

"It's cold."

"I've got something to warm you up." His finger boldly wiggled inside her ass. "Nice?"

Ana moaned. Ethan impaled her with a grunt. His hands squeezed her tits. Nadav inserted a second finger inside her pink entrance. She felt her back opening stretch as it easily slide in. She was no longer the back door virgin from a couple of months back.

"Oh, God."

The fingers went out leaving emptiness. She pressed her buttocks back against Nadav, squeezing his cock between her ass cleft and his lower belly. Nadav's rod was searing hot against her anus. Its firmness intoxicated her. She clenched her strong thighs around Ethan and moaned.

Nadav placed his big palm on Toby, the Ass Puss tattoo, and spread her ass cheeks. Her starfish blinked at him, moist with blue jell, and still not completely shut after the finger invasion.

She suddenly remembered her conversation with Alice in the gym a few months back, when Alice told her about her first threesome experience. It was the talk that opened the Pandora box. It happened in another lifetime.

She clenched in fear.

"Don't do that. Relax, deep breaths."

The bulbous head touched her starfish and stretched her. Ana's anus fought back. "Ahhh. Ahhh. Ahhh. Ahhh."

"Breathe slowly!"

First the tip went past the barrier and then the entire crown of his cock made its way past the threshold of her ass. Then it went almost like a wine cork past the outer rim and the head blossomed inside her tunnel.

Ana uttered a deep guttural "uuunnnnnn" and pushed back against Nadav's unrelenting cock. Ethan thrust from below. His tool was strumming her strings and Nadav's rocket was banging on the nerves in her back tunnel. She was close to exploding.

"Breathe slowly, girl. Just breathe slowly."

Ana screamed as the orgasm hit. Her fists clenched and unclenched, her vagina muscles closed around Ethan's cock and her anal muscles pushed in vain attempt to expel the intruder. Someone detonated an A-Bomb inside her head and she screamed her pleasure.

"Hold her," Nadav puffed. "She's strong, Jesus. She's breaking my dick. This is soo awesome, that Alpha bitch is from outer space."

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There were several cars in their usually empty street that Dan didn't recognize. It was odd because his only neighbor, Tamar Schwartz, had flown to the USA, visiting her grandchildren. As Mahmud parked the truck, he saw a couple entering a fancy BMW; the man staggered and the woman laughed too loud.

"Where's the party?" Mahmud asked.

Dan shrugged and strapped his rifle on. First thing you learn in the Army is 'never leave your weapon anywhere unless you want a vacation to military jail.' He offered Alice a hand, helping her off the cabin, but she didn't take it. She struggled with the height then leaned on the truck for support. She looked vulnerable under the cold lamplight, almost wispy. Still unearthly beautiful.

"You okay, Alice?"

"Yeah."

"Alice."

"Just a little dizzy."

"Fuck that." His heart suddenly overflowed and he gave her a bear hug. "I can only guess what you're going through," he said in a low voice, "but whatever you choose I'll support you a hundred percent. Okay? I never abandoned a friend in trouble and I'm not going to start now, no matter what Aviva said. Okay?"

Alice didn't answer; she wanted to push him away because that was the right thing to do, but his arms around her felt too good, that she simply gave in. She leaned her forehead on his broad chest and for a few seconds in eternity, pretended that she was his girl and he was in love with her and not with someone else.

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"Did your wife throw a party?" Mahmoud asked.

"I..." The living room had piles of beer cans and tall wine glass. Candles were the only illumination. "I don't..." A deflated sex doll sat on the sofa and stared at him, mouth agape. Maybe a bunch of high school delinquents decided to break in and have a party? What the hell? He checked the entrance door where a carved sign said "Here, having fun: Dan, Ana, Tom, and Liana Jacobson." Yep, home bitter sweet home. "Ana?" No answer came.

"What's going on in here?" Alice said.

"I... Ana?" He shouted. He punched the living-room lights switch. Someone definitely had something in here.

"Maybe she's upstairs," Alice said.

More signs of a party littered the stairway. The second floor looked deserted. In Liana's room the table-lamp was on and someone was sleeping on the bed.

"Ana?" Dan opened the door and switched on the lights.

A black haired naked Danielle blinked like an owl on the bed. Mahmud opened his eyes to a dinner plate size; it was his first real naked woman, ever.

"Who are you?"

Danielle yawned and smiled. "You're Dan, right? She told me you were hot. You look like a young Bruce Willis."

"Who told you what?"

"Lin."

"Who the fuck is Lin?"

"Lin Young."

"Ana's colleague?"

"Come here, Bruce Willis."

"What?"

"You know, the people outside this house are zombies, the walking dead."

"Are you stoned?"

"A little," She giggled. "And super horny. Come here."

"Lady, I don't know who you are, but if you're not getting out of my kid's bed in two seconds I'm calling the cops. What the fuck is going on Alice, this is-?" Alice was looking out of Liana's window at the backyard. She paled, turned to him, tried to say something, and then turned back to the window.

"What?" Dan said.

"Dan, don't."

It was too late. It took him two seconds to register what he was seeing under the bright lights, and when he did his heart shuttered to a million tiny betrayals. All the little lies and the big lies crumbled. All the ugly suspicions people like him pretend to hide under their subconscious; everything shattered in one pure instance of searing catharsis.

He closed his eyes, opened them, it was still there.

Ana, his beautiful Ana, the love of his life. Ana, who could make him laugh at his darkest moments. Ana who could make him drown. Ana the lawyer, the lover, the mother, the wife, and the whore.

She was achingly beautiful, painted by passion. Crazy for the man she was riding and the one who was riding her. As he watched he saw her exploding, sinking her nails in the stranger penetrating her. Nadav pulled her red silky hair violently back, the same hair that Dan so loved to stroke gently.

"Ana."

Nadav Fine hammered her ass in long strokes and kept pulling her hair, like a rider riding pulling on the reins. She didn't slap his hand away. She turned her head and kissed him so gently, it was even more gut wrenching than the animalistic mating.

"Ana," Dan croaked.

Nadav Fine thrust hard and Ana arched her back, eyes closed. Dan tried to remember if he ever saw her more consumed by lust. Her head nodded to the left and right. The man underneath her shouted something. He was climaxing. Ana opened her eyes and French kissed him.

Who the hell is this stranger?

Nadav Fine took her off the other guy and sat down impaling her on his immense tool. Ana wrapped her long legs and arms around his tall body. She sucked on his nipple like a toddler, while he was penetrating her.

"Ana."

Her head went back and she was having another orgasm.

"Dan, don't." Alice's palm on his shoulder broke the spell. He forced her hand off, none too gently.

Mahmud blocked the room's entrance. "Man, stop for a second."

The young Arab's voice sounded to Dan like it was coming from the end of long tunnel. Mahmoud used to talk with his teeth half clenched to hide the broken upper teeth. Now it seemed to Dan as if he was leering. Everyone was. Just like Alice had said, everyone was laughing behind his back; he was the only one without a clue.

"Dan, wait, please," Alice said.

Ana sat there at the top of the pile, laughing her ass out. Little cuckold wimp.

"Don't do anything stupid, boss."

The rifle butt went up in a flash and hit Mahmoud's jaw. The man collapsed on the floor, mouth bloody. One of Dan's keys was a master to the entire house inner rooms. He slammed the door behind him and locked Alice and a stunned Mahmoud inside.

Alice banged on the door from within, shouting something. Dan shut her off. She knew about this, everyone knew, everyone was laughing.

Funny little cuckold, the butt of so many jokes.

On the stairwell between the two floors, hung a tall photo of him and Ana on their wedding day. Dan always thought it was narcissistically obnoxious to hang your own image on the wall, but it was the custom in Ana's family.

He was standing behind her, hugging her waist in that photo. She looked stunning in her white wedding dress, and he looked so happy. Both were young and beautiful, starting at the horizon of their bright future together. It was taken in midday noon sun on the Mediterranean beach, but the photographer added a sunset filter for the dramatic effect. Phony picture. Just like their marriage. The rifle butt went up and the picture glass shuttered. Dan ripped the photo off the frame and then ripped it in half.

The M-16 went 'click' as he pushed the magazine into the feed.

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The door stood ajar, which was a bit unnerving. Sean let himself in. It was not like it was the first apartment he went in uninvited. "Yo, Ana, you there?" Nothing. He figured he should dump the mobile on the table and take an azimuth towards the door. Maybe go out tonight; plenty of non-married chicks out there who would be willing to help him forget. He could tell Ana on the phone that their days as a couple, are like the Israeli Palestinian Peace-Process, dead.

Someone left a six-pack on the table, and never a man to waste an opportunity, he helped himself with one. He was opening a second when he saw Dan coming down the stairs, rifle at ready. Fourteen years have passed since Jerusalem's Grace juvie, but Sean recognized him immediately.

"Who the fuck are you?" Dan growled.

"I'm Sean, Dan, you probably don't remember me, I-"

"What the fuck are you doing in my house?"

Sean raised his hand, slowly; palm extended in what he hoped was a calming gesture. "I'm just leaving."

"Sit down!"

"Chill, man."

Dan cocked the M-16 and pushed the safety. "Sit down!"

"Okay, okay." Sean served in the Givati Samson Foxes reconnaissance in the IDF. He experienced situations where he found himself at the wrong end of a rifle; but never at such a personal range. He sat down near the table, biding his time. "Look, Dan-"

"Shut the fuck up!"

He wasn't a coward, but dying like that seemed particularly stupid. "What are you going to do?" His voice was unreasonably calm.

"What are you doing with my wife's Galaxy?"

"It's your wife's?"

"That's her leather case with a photo of my kids you're holding."

"I didn't steal it."

"Did you fuck her too, Sean, like the assholes outside?"

"Look, Dan, chill-"

Dan raised the rifle; looking at Sean through the sights.

"Okay, Okay." Think fast; the moment he's distracted then you jump. "Look, Dan, I didn't know-"

"Didn't know, eh?"

"You're making a huge mistake. What are you going to do, shoot me? Shoot her? Shoot everyone else in this house?"

"Why not? I think it's my turn to screw things around."

Think fast, talk to his reason, he's a reasonable man. "You know, I remember one time in Jerusalem's Grace when you talked about duty."

"What the fuck are you on about, who are you?"

"You said a real man always puts duty first. There are people who still rely on you, Tom and Liana, right?"

Dan snarled like a wounded bear in a trap. "If you'll say my kids' names again, I'm gonna pop one in your skull."

"They need a father, not someone who's in jail or dead."

"So how was it, eh? Fucking another man's wife? She always had a thing for blond men. Give me one good reason for not-" Dan's finger on the trigger trembled.

Think fast. Ana said she sent her kids to her in-laws. Sean touched the mobile's contacts, there were only two Jacobsons. Sean punched the first name and prayed.

"Hello? Mommy?" Came Lian's cheerful voice from the other end. "Is that you? Are you in Litaly?"

"Give me that phone." Dan snarled.

"Hello?"

"Sweetie?"

"Daddy, hey Daddy, are you and Mom in Litaly already?"

"It's Italy, not Litaly, sweetie," Dan's voice broke.

"Can you bring me a turtle from Litaly?"

"I don't-"

"Granddad's neighbor, Mr. Kashtan, has a turtle; its name is Mordi the Turtle. Granddad took me to play with it today, and I gave Mordi lettuce and carrots. Can you bring me a turtle from Litaly?"

"I don't know if they have turtles."

"You're funny, Daddy, there are turtles everywhere."

"Maybe when I get back we can go to the fields near the iris reservation, we'll find you a nice turtle; an Israeli turtle."

"When are you and mom coming back from Litaly? I miss you."

Dan felt his aching heart stretching even more. What the hell was he doing? There were people who relied on him, how could he be so selfish?

"Soon, honey, I'm coming soon."

"Will you take me to find a turtle?"

"I promise, Liana, I promise. You know I love you so much."

"I love you too, Daddy."

Dan hung up the phone; he felt he couldn't talk another word without bursting in tears. The red haze lifted and he sat down trembling near Sean.

The door upstairs cracked and broke; it probably gave way to the little tank of a man that was Mahmoud. Alice came running down the stairs.

"Dan!"

"Dan!" Ana stood on their backyard opening. She had an open silk gown on; an angry red mark stood ashamed on one her naked tits. Nadav Fine's tall silhouette towered behind her; he was glistening from the effort. "Dan?" She said in a low voice, the color draining from her face. "What are you doing here?"

"I live here, remember?"

Ana nodded, too numb to say anything.

"Dan, Dan the clown," Nadav Fine in all his naked glory took a step forward. "Wondered when you were gonna show up. Nice house."

Dan glared at him.

Sean placed his hand on the rifle.

"Any new jokes, man?"

"Just get the fuck out of my house," Dan said.

"No need to be rude."

Dan said nothing.

"Awesome party, I didn't have time to try the food, but I tried the hostess, she's – wow." Nadav slapped Ana's butt.

Dan just glared at him.

"I think I'm not full yet, maybe I'll take another bite, what do you say, Dan?" He fondled Ana's breast.

Dan rubbed his eyes with his palm.

"You're not crying or anything like that, dude?"

"Just get the fuck off, you retard freak," Alice hissed.

"Alice? Alice White?"

"Put on your trousers and get the fuck out of here or I swear I'll chop your dick off."

Nadav put his clothes on, slowly, and took time buttoning his shirt. Everyone else in the room kept their stunned silence. "Ethan, you got to come here right now, you know who this is?" Nadav hollered, "That's Alice White, Ana's sister, the hot model. She's your sister, right?"

Ana was still too numb to talk.

"Alice Free-Throw that's how we used to call her. You dunk one for free then you throw her to the next guy on your team." Nadav burst out laughing. "Wanna go for a ride in my BMW, I've got treats in the back seat? You know, for old times' sake?"

"Don't talk to me, don't touch me, don't even look at me," Alice hissed.

"Don't be like that." Nadav grabbed her breast. Alice screamed and sank her nails in his hand, so he slapped her face, hard; which was almost the last mistake he ever made.

He heard Dan growl and even managed to spin, only to catch the boxer's fist straight in the jaw. Two upper teeth, part of the smile that did toothpaste commercials, left the vicinity of Nadav's mouth and landed on the table.

Nadav hollered his rage and raised his fists, but regular people, even large and athletic people, can hold their ground for a maximum of two seconds against professional heavy boxers. A massive uppercut caught him below his jaw and like a mighty oak, he went down.

Dan grabbed his shirt before his head hit the wall. Punch, one of Nadav's lower teeth broke.

"Don't ever," Punch, the straight nose caved in, "Come here again." Slam, another tooth left the mouth, "I'm gonna bury you," Bam, blood blossomed, "under the fucking tiles." Bam.