Incest/Taboo Love Me Do

"That's just plain crazy," replied Bill. "He's way too young and you're far too hot for him to lose interest in sex. Is he gay? Does he have a girlfriend or something?"

"He's certainly not gay!" insisted Brenda. "He's very masculine. He'd never cheat on me. He's just working nights and he's tired most of the time. He only shows up for dinner, except on weekends when he does the yard work and things."

"No normal man married to a piece of ass like you would willingly go without, even if he worked 18 hour days," stated Grant. "He must be fucking around. That should make it easier for us to get together. He's getting his and I'm getting what used to be his."

"Brian would never be unfaithful to me," stated Brenda firmly. "He takes our marriage vows very seriously. He isn't the kind of man to sneak around and engage in some tawdry affair."

"Is that what you think you're doing?" demanded Bill.

"Well, no! This is just a temporary thing. He's been too busy with work and Tim's baseball to pay much attention to me. I deserve a little fun. I work hard to keep the house and make meals, as well as work full time," reasoned Brenda. "We know this won't last."

Bill smiled as he considered Brenda's words. "I suppose you're right. We'll just enjoy the ride while it lasts. Give me a day I can fuck you in your bed. It still cranks me up."

As Brenda recalled Bill's words, she became concerned as she watched the two bimbos hovering around Brian slink away. It was obvious he had some damn attractive women with big tits and tight bodies who were interested. She realized she needed to protect her marriage from the efforts of those bitches. Then she noticed Gertrude sitting off by herself.

Brenda quickly formulated a plan. She put on a big smile and sat down next to a surprised Gertrude.

"It's good to see you again, Gertrude! Horace has become quite a good ball player and he's a very nice boy. You should be proud of him."

"I am," admitted a wary Gertrude. "Tim is doing very well, too. The time Brian has spent with them is paying off. He's really been a great mentor for Horace."

"Yeah, sometimes Brian is too good," responded Brenda as she saw an opening for her proposal. "I'm sure you've noticed how those big-titted blondes are always hanging around him. I was wondering if you could help me out.

"I know Brian would never stray under normal conditions, but he's a man, and those women are all but flashing their big boobs and spreading their legs when they're around him."

"How do you expect me to help you out?" asked Gertrude. "Spray them with cold water when they get too close?"

"You know I'm not able to go to most of the games and practices because of my work and other commitments," began Brenda carefully. "I know I can trust Brian with you. You aren't his type at all. If you would just stay close when I'm not around, I'd really appreciate it.

"I'm going to tell Brian he should stay closer to you and act more attentive. Those husband stealing bitches will think he's settled on you and hopefully leave him alone. I know it may be embarrassing for you to pretend like that, but it's for a good reason. You could save our marriage."

"Please let me see if I have this right," responded a disbelieving Brenda. "You're worried that these attractive, sexy single mothers might seduce Brian, so you're asking me to sort of stand in for you when he's at ball games and practices? You feel I'm a safe single mother because I don't have big tits and I'm rather drab looking."

"I didn't say you were drab! I just know Brian. For whatever reason, he's less likely to fall for you than some big breasted ex-cheerleader type. You'd be helping him keep his vows."

"You feel that cheating on your spouse is a deal breaker?" questioned Gertrude thoughtfully. "Would it be so terrible if he tapped a few of those willing ladies as long as he kept you as his number one?"

"I hope you're joking!" rejoined Brenda. "I love my husband, but I'll never tolerate cheating. It's truly the deal breaker you mentioned. It destroys the marriage contract. I could never condone infidelity. As far as I'm concerned, the marriage would be over. You must understand how I feel. You were married for years."

"I understand fidelity and loyalty. It makes sense that cheating breaks the marriage contract," acknowledged Gertrude. "I have to agree."

"I have to get over to Brian. Can I depend on you to keep a close watch on him when I'm not around?" asked Brenda.

"Oh yes," responded Gertrude with a smile. "Be sure to explain it all to Brian. I'll keep my part of the bargain. Who would be better to keep a good man celibate than a flat chested, homely, boring woman?"

"I wouldn't have put it quite that way, but you've pretty well covered it. Thanks again," replied Brenda as she left to join her husband.

"Last night, Brenda wanted to talk before I left for work," began Brain at the next day's practice. "The crux of it was there are too many sexy single moms hanging around me. She feels I would be much safer if I stayed close to you, Minx, or as she calls you, Gertrude. Why don't I feel safer?"

"You're a smart man. You know you're never going to be safe around a single woman, regardless of how small her boobs are and how plain she looks," joked Gertrude.

"Minx, you're one of the most attractive women I've ever met," responded Brian earnestly. "You're the whole package, not just silicone and bleach."

"Wow! You just made my job harder," admitted Gertrude with a blush. "I'll make an appointment to have your eyes checked after the baseball season ends."

"You'll find I have 20-20 vision, and I'm an excellent judge of character, with one glaring exception," stated Brian. "I seem to have misjudged my loving wife."

"I think she may have misjudged us," replied Minx. "That is if you really find me attractive."

Brian was amused at the reaction of the single mothers as Minx remained close by his side. He spent a lot of time chatting and joking with her. The most common reaction was disbelief, followed closely by disappointment. It took less than one practice for the Minx to cut him from the herd.

The team's next game required a three hour drive to Middleburg. It was decided the team would travel the day before the game and spend the night at a hotel. It was hoped the boys would be rested and fresh for their next challenge.

Brian had given rides to Jake Winston's parents, as well as Minx. The discussion en route focused on the team's chances of winning districts and possibly the state title. They arrived at the hotel right behind the team bus.

Brian helped Ralph Winston retrieve his luggage from the trunk. Some of the parents, including the Winstons, had volunteered to chaperone the boys and would be staying at the same hotel. All the other parents had to make their reservations at different hotels. Since there were several games being played the next day, a great many fans and players were in town. Six teams would compete in three games from different class schools.

Before Tim had climbed on the bus, Brian had told him he would not be staying in the same hotel and to behave for his coaches and chaperones. He assured his son he would be at the team practice the next morning.

"What hotel are you staying at, Minx," asked Brian as the Winstons wheeled their bags to the team hotel.

"The same hotel you are," was her simple response.

"I never told you which hotel I was using. How did you find out?" asked a perplexed Brian.

"I didn't," was the brief response.

"How do you know we're at the same hotel? It's pretty busy this weekend. You may not be able to get a room at the last minute," pointed out Brian.

"I'm sure something will come up," replied Gertrude with a big grin, confusing Brian further.

Brian arrived at his hotel a few minutes later and asked Gertrude, "Minx, do you want to see if you can get a room while I check in? I can wait around to be sure you find something."

"Thanks, but I'll just wait here. I'll be fine," she insisted.

Brain was finally beginning to see the light as he checked in and picked up his room access cards. He returned to his truck to find Minx waiting.

"Is there any chance you'd like one of these cards to my room?" he asked. "It's room 207."

"What a thoughtful gesture!" exclaimed Minx as she stepped from the car, accepted the key and kissed Brian on the cheek. "Let's get to bed. It's going to be a long night."

Brian was far more tired getting up the next morning than he had been when he went to bed. At first he had mentally struggled with the reality of breaking his marriage vows, but Minx helped him through it.

"Let's look at this logically. Brenda has not only been unfaithful, but she's agreed to shut you off, sexually. Even if she hadn't, she would still be placing your health at risk by having unprotected sex with a damn tomcat. Effectively, she's made sexual relations with her both unsafe and undesirable. She's released you from your vows and your marriage contract.

"I haven't had sex in over two years. I've had check-ups and I'm clean. You were tested after you discovered she's a cheating slut and you're clean. I went on the pill over a month ago in hopes of hooking up with you.

"Can you honestly give me one reason we shouldn't sleep together? Is it my looks? Your wife thought I was a perfect foil for all the big breasted beautiful women who were showing an interest in you, because she knew you'd never be attracted to me sexually. Am I just not desirable?"

"Minx, you're extremely desirable! Don't ever suggest you aren't. I've never cheated on Brenda and it's taking some adjustment to my thinking, but you've made a great case for us getting together. I'm ready," declared Brian with a grin.

"There's something else you need to know first," replied Minx. "Both my parents are in hospice and aren't expected to live much longer. My brother's been sending game films of Horace to a friend of his. The friend is the baseball coach at the best prep school in the L.A. area. If Horace gets a baseball scholarship for next year, we'll probably move back.

"I like you a lot, but we're not looking at a lasting relationship. It can't last. Look at us. You're a good looking married man with a cheating wife. I'm a plain Jane with a son who has a chance to get an athletic scholarship to a good university. I have to do what's best for Horace," she concluded.

"That's great to hear about Scooter!" stated Brian proudly. "He's a good kid and a very talented ball player. I'm glad he'll have a chance to hone his skills against strong competition and gain a good education at the same time."

"You're the biggest reason he's being looked at by better schools. I know how much time and work you put in with him. It's ironic that you being such a good mentor to my son actually gave us the opportunity to move back to L.A. and away from you."

"I don't think I'll be very good at a one night stand sort of thing," worried Brian. "It might be better to forego sex entirely than to have one night of sex and go back to being a monk."

"You silly man. I said we'd probably move back to L.A. for the coming school year. That's over six months away. A guy could get laid a lot in six months, unless he's too old for a steady diet of hot sex with a very needy woman."

"That's something we'll just have to find out. Will you live up to your nickname, Minx?" joked Brian.

"I will for you, Big Boy!" promised Minx. "When you want me, just whistle, and I'll teach you how to whistle."

"I've always been told my whistling is quite respectable," quipped Brian.

"Then you're not doing it right!" retorted Gertrude.

The baseball team went on to win the state championship and Scooter was awarded a scholarship to a prestigious California prep school. Both of Gertrude's parents passed away before Thanksgiving, within a week of each other. Brian and Tim attended their funerals. Brian met Gertrude's brother and liked him immediately.

"Brian, meet my brother, Dexter," introduced Gertrude. "Dexter, this is Horace's baseball mentor and our good friend, Brian.

"Holy shit!" exclaimed Brian. "Your name is Dexter?"

"Right?" agreed Gertrude's brother. "Only Gertrude and my folks ever call me Dexter. I answer to Grim with everyone else. What do you call my sister?"

"I call her Minx, but don't ask why," insisted Brian.

"I don't think I have to ask," replied Grim with a laugh.

Brian spent Thanksgiving with Brenda and Tim at her parents' house. For the first time in months, Brian found himself preparing for bed with Brenda. They always stayed over Thanksgiving night, and Brian couldn't come up with a good excuse to change that tradition.

Brenda took her time removing her clothes in front of Brian. He tried to keep his reaction subdued, but his cock gradually responded to the visual stimulation. Brenda was a very attractive woman with a nicely toned body.

"We haven't slept together in a very long time," cooed Brenda. "You must be in need of some lovin' by now. Make love to me!"

Brian felt bad about his next comment even as he replied. "You finally admit you need to be properly serviced? I knew you'd break. I'll be glad to top you off and put a big smile on your face for the holiday."

"You miserable bastard! You won't be getting any pussy for years with that fucking attitude!" snarled Brenda. "What's wrong with you?" You can just forget I was thinking of allowing you to even touch me."

"Okay," was Brian's only reply as he rolled over so his back was to Brenda. He didn't second guess his comment, although it was out of character for him. It did achieve his objective, which was avoiding sex with Brenda. Brian did regret, however, that his marriage had deteriorated to its present state.

Brenda was worried about Brian's snide comment, making sleep difficult. As she lay next to him, she wondered if he knew about her affair or if he was just being miserable because they hadn't been having sex lately. She decided she would have to discuss it with Bill. He needed to forget about having sex with Brenda in her marital bed if she had sex with Brian. That statement had caused her to avoid and deny her husband, which could eventually make him suspicious. It could ruin her marriage.

Brian had a routine he followed when he worked the night shift. He went home, ate a small breakfast and went to bed by 9 AM. Often, he would be awakened around 2 PM by Minx climbing naked into his bed. They would make love for an hour before she would leave to be at home when Scooter returned from school. Baseball was done for the season.

This allowed Brian to be showered and shaved when Tim returned home from school. Brian would often catch a nap in the evening before going to work. All in all, it worked well for Brian and Minx.

One night in early December, Brian received a call from Tim shortly after arriving at work.

"Dad, Scooter and I are out with Heather and Holly in Heather's car. You said we could be out until midnight because there's no school tomorrow.

"We have a problem. Heather was driving her Mom's car. We have a flat tire and there's no spare in the trunk. We're stranded on D Street and I'm kind of worried. I see a few guys down by the arcade looking this way."

"You're broke down on goddamn D Street? By the damn arcade?" cursed Brian. "We'll discuss this later. Is Heather driving that Corolla?"

"Yeah. It's a 2017 Corolla," replied Tim quickly.

"I'll find a wheel and tire that'll fit it and be right there. Keep your doors locked and call the cops if you have any trouble. Take care of those girls!"

Brian dropped his phone in his pocket and strode onto the production floor. He quickly found the man he needed.

"Gus, you still drive that Corolla, don't you?" asked Brian of a bearded man running a fork lift. "I need a mounted tire that fits your car and I need it right now."

As Brian spoke to Gus, another thought came to him when Jack Reynolds walked by. Jack was Holly's uncle. His younger sister was Holly's mother.

"Jack, my son and some friends are broke down on D Street with a flat tire and no spare. Holly is with them. I'm getting a mounted tire from Gus and headed over. I'd appreciate it if you rode along."

"I have a real spare tire and not some fucking doughnut," declared Gus. "Let's take my car and get down there now!"

Jack, Gus and Brian immediately headed for the door to the parking lot. They were concerned about the kids being in that part of town late at night. It was no place for good kids, especially teenage girls.

Brenda was lying in bed, enjoying the warm glow she always felt after a romp with Bill. His phone rang and he glanced at the caller ID.

"Damn it! It's Heather. I have to answer it or she'll be bugging the shit out of me for ignoring her."

Brenda could only hear one side of the conversation, but was concerned about what she overheard. "Why in hell are you kids down there? Well, that's too bad. Those boys are old enough to handle a little problem like that. Call Triple A. It's not my fault your mother is too damn dumb to keep a spare tire in her car!"

"What was that all about?" asked Brenda once Bill disconnected the call.

"Nothing to worry about," was Bill's reply as he reached over and stroked Brenda's firm breasts. "Heather has a flat tire, but she's calling Triple A to get it fixed."

Several young toughs were hanging around Heather's car when Brian and his friends pulled to a stop directly behind it. Brian quickly stepped out and pulled the jack and tire iron from Gus's trunk. Gus brought the spare tire while Jack tapped on the driver's side window and motioned for Heather to lower it so he could speak to her.

"You kids sit tight until we get the tire changed. If these assholes cause any trouble, we'll take care of it. Holly, you'll be explaining to your mother why you're even here on D Street."

Brian carried the jack over behind the flat rear tire and slid it under the frame. He cranked it until it was tight to the frame and then moved in front of the tire to loosen the lug nuts.

The obvious leader of the group of tough guys approached Jack as Brian worked on the tire. "You're on our turf here. You need my permission before you fuck around with that car."

Before Jack could respond, Brian jerked the tire iron around cracked the guy in both shins. The man dropped to his knees and then rolled on the ground rubbing his shins as he cursed a blue streak. Brian grabbed the punk by the collar and dragged him face down to lie near the flat tire. Then he proceeded to sit on the man's back and resume loosening the nuts.

The two nearest gang members rushed over, apparently intent on getting Brian off their incapacitated leader. Jack hammered the first one in the side of the head and he dropped like a rock. As Gus stepped forward, the second guy backpedalled out of his reach.

"Raise the car up a ways and I'll pull this tire," Brian told Jack in a calm voice.

Jack proceeded to crank the car higher as the gang of toughs called insults and cursed at the men. Now and then the guy under Brian would try to squirm out from beneath him, but Brian would grab the man's greasy hair, pull his head up a few inches and briskly push it back into the pavement. It only required two lessons before the man on the ground decided to remain still.

Brian took the lug nuts off and removed the flat. He accepted the good tire from Gus and slid it into place. Once he had all the lugs hand tight, Jack lowered the car. All three men seemed to be ignoring the toughs who were taunting them as they worked. Brian tightened the lug nuts and stood. He "accidently" kicked the leader in the nuts as he went to step over him.

"Are you dumb fucks talking to us?" asked Brian as he stepped toward the gathered gang members while casually tossing the tire iron from hand to hand. As soon as he started for them, the group scattered.

"You kids get the hell out of here," instructed Jack as Brian backed the gang farther away from the car. "Be careful you don't drive over those dumb bastards lying in the street, and stay the hell out of this part of town!"

The three men piled back into Gus' car and followed Heather's as she drove to the next intersection and turned toward the kids' home area.

"I can't believe you smacked that dumb bastard in the shins like that!" laughed Gus. "He went down like a sack of shit!"

"Thanks for inviting me along," added Jack. "My hand hurts, but it felt great to crack that punk upside the head."

"Then you sat on the asshole while you changed the tire!" cackled Gus. "That was fun to watch!"

The men were still laughing and recounting their experience as they returned to their jobs. By morning, the story had circulated through the entire plant. Tales of daring and adventure were always popular, especially on the night shift. They helped the night go faster and gave everyone a chance to take their mind off how tired or sleepy they felt.

The next afternoon as Brian was waking up, Minx jumped into his bed and kissed him long and hard. She was naked and obviously eager for him.

"Horace told me what happened last night! You were great! Thanks for taking care of the kids like that," gushed Minx. "You're about to get so lucky. I would have been over sooner but I had to wait for Horace and Tim to go visit the girls, since they don't have school today."

Brenda had only been at work for an hour when Sue Blaine approached her at the water cooler. It was obvious she wanted to talk about something.

"I heard how Brian, Jack Reynolds and Gus Benson slapped some manners on a few would-be tough guys that were swarming around the kids' car over on D Street. I understand a tire iron across the shins takes the starch out of a punk pretty fast."

Brenda immediately put the pieces together. Last night, Heather had called her father looking for help and he had brushed her off. Apparently, her problem had been more serious than Bill had admitted. Sue used the word "kids" so it probably meant that Holly had been involved, along with Horace and her son, Tim!

"I'm curious about what you heard," replied Brenda. "I'd like to see if the rumors are anywhere near the truth."

By the time Sue finished telling her what the rumor mill was saying, Brenda was furious at Bill Grant, although she kept that fact from Sue. His daughter had turned to him for help in a situation which could have been disastrous, and Bill had simply dismissed her concerns! Brian, along with Gus and Holly's Uncle Jack, had responded as men should. They had protected the kids and helped them get out of a bad situation.

Bill had ignored his daughter's plight in favor or having sex with Brenda. The realization that she had been having sex with a man who had refused to help his own daughter and some of her friends, including Tim, stung her deeply. How low had she sunk? Brian was ten times the man Bill was. The sad thing was Brenda knew it all along. Why had she ever taken up with the selfish, pompous ass?

Early that afternoon, Brenda found Bill alone in the break room enjoying a snack while his delivery truck was being serviced. She wasted no time laying into him.

"Heather called you for help last night and you blew her off! Those kids could have been in a lot of danger, yet you told her to call Triple A. What kind of father are you?"

"It all worked out," replied Bill glibly. "Your husband and some of his buddies saved the day, so what's the problem?"

"Brian reacted like a real man! You turned your back on your daughter! That's the problem. My son was in that car!"

"If your dumbass husband is so special, why am I the one fucking your brains out while he hasn't gotten laid in months?" asked Bill with a chuckle. "All the superhero shit in the world won't make his cock as big as mine."

"You miserable bastard! Being a man has nothing to do with cock size," spat Brenda. "He's more man that you'll ever be!"

"You say that, yet last night you swallowed my load and then sucked me hard so I could plant one in your cheating pussy. The way I see it, I have that wimp beat everyway that matters," replied Bill before taking another drink of his soda.

"That's it!" declared Brenda. "We're through. Don't ever try to talk to me again. I want nothing to do with you!"

"Whatever," was Bill's calm response. "There's lots of married pussy out there looking for a big cock like mine. If you change your mind, you know where to find me. I'll still fuck you if you ask me nicely."

Brenda broke into tears and ran from the room. She had cheated on her husband, disrespected him, and risked her marriage and her family for a shallow egotistical sociopath! She only hoped Brian would never discover how foolish she had been. With that thought, she realized she had a lot to make up.

Minx had just ridden Brian to a strong climax when she heard sniffling behind her. Surprised, Minx swung around to find Brenda watching her with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"How could you do this to me?" cried Brenda. "I trusted you both, and you do this?"

"I'm simply doing as you asked," replied Minx as she reached for her clothes and began slipping them on after pressing a finger to Brian's lips, telling him to remain silent. "You wanted me to keep those big-titted blondes from sinking their claws into Brian. I sacrificed my body to achieve your goals."

"I didn't want you to sleep with him and you know it!" responded Brenda, as anger began to replace her tears. "I can't believe Brian would cheat on me like this, and especially with some skinny bitch."

"I know finding out Brian and I are bumping uglies is hard to digest, but there's no reason to get insulting," reasoned Minx. "Your poor husband was going to explode. I'm simply helping relieve the pressure he was building up.

"Bill Grant didn't want you having sex with your husband, so Brian had to turn to someone. Luckily, I was in the right place at the right time. You can thank me for helping you shut Brian off so completely and keeping Bill happy. Where is Bill, anyway? Is he in your bed?"

"You know about Bill?" cried Brenda.

"Well, yeah," replied Minx. "I think most of the free world knows about Bill. You've been sleeping with him for months. He promised you he'd screw you in your marital bed every time you had sex with Brian, so you stopped having sex with your own husband. Luckily, Bill was able to fill the void, pun intended."

"If Brian knew, why didn't he say anything? Why did he allow Bill and me to carry on for so long?" asked Brenda as tears dropped from her cheeks.

"You're a smart girl. What would most men do when they discovered their wife was a cheating slut?"

"He'd get very angry and yell at me. Then he'd probably divorce me," added Brenda as the reality of the situation became more clear.

"That sounds about right. What would happen next? Would Brian and Tim get to stay here while you moved in with Bill?" asked Minx calmly.

"I wouldn't leave my house! I wouldn't give up Tim, either. If Brian wanted a divorce, he'd have to move out. He'd pay alimony and child support. Tim would stay with me," concluded Brenda.

"Exactly what Brian thought would happen," agreed Minx. "Suppose remaining close to Tim and being the best father possible was his first objective. How would he possibly achieve that goal?"

"By not divorcing me," replied Brenda softly. "He stayed around for Tim, not for me. He found out about Bill and me and essentially divorced me, just not legally. We've been living like a divorced couple for months, haven't we? I was just too freaking dumb to realize it."

"In your defense, you had Bill's hard cock helping you fail to notice your husband was long gone, emotionally. I'm just the skinny bitch who came along after you fucked everything up. I helped Brian heal."

"I told Bill we were through. I never want to see him again," stated Brenda.

"That was after he refused to help his daughter out of a bad situation last night? You didn't have much choice, did you?" asked Minx rhetorically. "Even cheaters have some expectations and a few limits."

"Are you and Brian going to live together now?" asked Brenda as she wiped the remaining tears from her eyes.

"Honestly, we're pretty content with the arrangement we have. Horace and I will be moving back to LA before school begins in the fall," revealed Minx. "I'd rather he didn't know his mom is banging his best friend's dad, if it can be helped. When the time comes for me to leave, I might help Brian choose a new partner, if he'll let me.

"So you see, I didn't steal your husband like those other mothers hoped to do. We're temporarily enjoying each other's company, much like you and shithead were doing."

"What if I won't allow this to continue? He's my husband! You have no right to sleep with him!" insisted Brenda.

"I was given that right by you as soon as you decided to spread your legs for Bill Grant," replied Minx. "That pretty much released Brian from any obligations he may have had toward you. He and I are exclusive. We're able to trust each other, if you can imagine such a thing.

"Brian's been told he can't have sex with you, or anyone else, if he wants to keep me around," added Minx. "Who knows what other sluts Bill Grant has slept with, or what diseases he might have? You could have all kinds of disgusting shit festering in that nasty snatch of yours."

Brenda broke into tears again as she considered the statement from the woman she knew as Gertrude. Could Bill have been banging someone else on the side? Of course he could. Brenda no longer had any delusions as to the kind of man Bill Grant was. She needed to be tested as soon as possible!

"So what happens now?" asked Brenda fearfully.

"Let's just carry on as we have been. I'll stop in and wake Brian up as often as I can. You keep working late and avoiding him as much as possible. I think it'll work just fine. If it ain't broke, don't fix it," responded Minx.

"I'm not going to do that," stated Brenda flatly. "You're leaving in several months. I'm going to stick around and show Brian just how great a wife I can be. He won't need your skinny ass."

"Except he knows my skinny ass is faithful to him while your round ass is out there, waiting to be tapped by whomever comes along," countered Minx. "Essentially, I'm in control of your sex life, or at least your sex life with Brian. I won't allow him near your nasty cesspool while he's in a relationship with me. I won't risk disease, and he's not very keen on it either."

"One thing I've learned, albeit too late, is there's a lot more to a relationship than sex" stated Brenda with false bravado. "In fact, sex with no love or commitment, is really pretty demeaning. I'll be doing the things a wife should gladly do for her husband while you'll just be giving him sex. Think about that."

"Okaaay," replied Minx. "I've thought about it. Let's do it. You make great lasagna and meat loaf for the guy, keep the toilets clean, and wash the skid marks from his boxers. I'll ride his cock as often as I can. We'll see who's happier."

"Brian, I need to tell you how ashamed and sorry I am for the way I disrespected you. Can you ever forgive me?" pleaded Brenda.

"How could he ever trust you again?" asked Minx. "He may forgive you some day, but how in hell could you ever regain his trust? That's always been the hurdle cheaters face.

"I suggest you try to enjoy the next few months while you're still Brian's wife, at least in name. Realize what you threw away for a strange cock and learn from it. Brian doesn't want to break up his family while Tim's in school. That'll give you around nine months after I leave to do your damndest to win him back. When Tim graduates, Brian will probably toss your ass to the curb," predicted Minx.

"Brian, why are you allowing her to speak for you?" demanded Brenda.

"I'm not just his lover. I'm his best friend," answered Minx. "While you were whispering sweet nothings in Bill's ear, Brian and I had our own pillow talk. I promised to handle this very situation, if and when it finally arrived. He promised to fuck my brains out once I did. Would you mind leaving us alone now?"​