It was the hottest thing I ever saw on the dance floor of Patrick's Club. She was dressed in this gold lame wrap-around dress. All that I could see from the bar was the golden hair, the golden dress, and the golden legs. Of course, her butt-length hair was more yellow than golden, and you could argue that her legs were more tan than golden. The dress only hinted at the body underneath, but it was clear that she had been generously endowed in both the boob and butt departments.

Even more astounding was the fact that she was apparently unaccompanied. After her dance, she was returned to a table, populated by five or six babes. I never got a good look at her dance partner, but she barely got a sip of her drink before she had a new partner for dancing. I scanned the table again; it was indeed six girls together. It was hard to count them because they were only momentarily all there; they were all kept busy dancing, but none so busy as the girl in the golden dress. After watching this show for the better part of four numbers, I got a great idea.

I hovered near her table, and gave her my line, "You are the prettiest girl here. If you'd like a break, come with me to the bar, we'll get you a fresh drink and step outside for a number or two. We'll just talk, and you can rest and cool off."

She said, "Let's go!"

I took her hand and walked her to the bar. Her choice was whiskey sour, so I ordered two in paper cups, and I escorted her out into the parking lot.

"I'm Lila," she said in a husky, unbelievably sexy voice. "I love dancing, but I was getting a little tired. And you are?"

"Emory Perkins, but everyone calls me Perks, ever since my fraternity days."

She replied, "Those were the days, weren't they?"

I told her, "I think college was the happiest time of my life. I married my college sweetheart, and less than a year after graduation, we were divorced."

She smiled, ruefully, even with that emotion it was absolutely beautiful, "That's my story, too! He turned out to be a true asshole; he even fought me for my poodle."

I smiled back, "Your dog must be as beautiful as you are."

She said, "I don't know about that. Rex is the good-looking one. What do you do, Perks?"

I told her, "I'm a supervisor in a clean room. What do you do, Lila?"

She inquired, "Is that like a chip fabrication factory?"

I agreed, "Yes, it's not exactly what I planned to do with my double-E degree."

She informed me, "It's little the same for me, I'm an accounting supervisor for an insurance company. My degree is in Management."

I told her, "I guess neither one of us has the life we planned."

She said, "I'm getting a little chilled."

I embraced her and kissed her.

She kissed me back and then spoke, "This isn't exactly what I intended to keep me warm."

I kissed her again, "Is it working?"

She kissed me back, "You know, it is."

I took a risk, "I have a very warm apartment. We could talk and listen to music, even dance a little, if you'd like."

I could barely control my excitement when she simply said, "I'd like that. I need to get my purse and sweater."

The sweater was green as was the purse, but they all looked good. She told her friends goodbye. It turned out they all worked for the insurance company, having a girl's night out on a Friday night.

She said, "Nice wheels," when we got to my brown Corvette convertible. I had bought it used by working summers; my parents had paid tuition, fraternity dues, and board, but I had to pay for the car.

When we got to my apartment, I put some music on and mixed us some fresh whiskey sours. Then I sat down beside her. We sipped our drinks. I asked, "Is your drink okay?"

She replied, "Yes, it's perfect!"

I kissed her with tongue, and we were soon devouring her, the only thing nicer than rubbing her body through the dress was rubbing her body directly, once we had unhooked the hidden fasteners. I discovered that under the dress was a thong and not much of that. We soon had her dress laid on the coffee table. My sofa was furry, and I believed that once a girl's butt sat on the furry, she was mine. A few minutes of necking and petting her nearly nude body while she sat on the furry was all it took.

She suggested, in that incredibly sexy voice, "Perhaps we should take this to the bedroom."

"Absolutely," I replied.

I followed her to the bedroom, shedding my clothes as fast as I could. Standing by my bed, her in her thong, and I in my boxers. We kissed and caressed for a few moments, and then she pulled my boxers over my fully erect almost seven inches of manhood, while I removed her thong, revealing her bald vulva to my delight.

"Nice rod," she said, as she knelt down and gave it a few licks, before deep throating it twice. "You don't need much help, do you?" as she crawled into the bed, displaying a supine vision of loveliness like no other that I had ever seen.

I shoved my arms under her thighs so I could massage her boobs while I licked her delicious pussy. I sucked her clit lightly, then licked her slit some more.

She commented, "I like a man who knows what his tongue is for."

Her second response to my continued stimulation was to cry out, "Oh, God! I'm cumming!"

I changed my focus to sucking on her nipples while working down below with one hand on her clit and fingers on the other hand in her slit. Only a few minutes of this and she was screaming, "Ohmigod! I'm cumming again."

I let her relax for a few moments and she commented, "God, you're good! I can't wait for the main course."

With encouragement like that I was for sure going to give her my very best effort. I rubbed my cock around her labia for a while and then slid it in her channel of love. She was hot and moist. I immobilized her upper body by going under her upper arms and grasping her wrists and then lip locking her as I tried to stick my tongue down her throat. Perks, Jr. was taking care of her lower body as she moaned on every stroke. Her moans turned to groans of passion, interspersed with panting as Perks, Jr. pounded her into submission. She cried out, "Damn you, you're wrecking my pussy! Don't you dare stop!" This was quickly followed by "Oh, damn it! You're good! I'm cumming again!" I didn't really need the last, as her body was experiencing a multi-convulsion orgasm.

Apologetically, I told her, "Sorry, I didn't cum. We're going to have to change positions."

She informed me, "I don't care as long as you do me again!"

I rolled her over and pulled her hips up into the doggy position. Perks, Jr. thoroughly enjoyed sliding through her copious love nectar as I penetrated her as deep as I could. I began stroking her, and she continued her commentary, "Oh, God! You're so good! Fuck me! Fuck me good! Don't you dare stop, you son-of-a-bitch! Harder! Harder! Oh, God! It's too good!" and then "Oh shit! You made me cum again!" as her body shook with the ecstasy of climax.

I whispered to her, "It's time to change positions again, slut." I kissed the back of her neck and then grabbed her arms and pulled her up into the kneeling prison guard. As I began pounding her butt, she cried out, "Oh, goddamn you! Fuck my slutty pussy! Fuck me again, you mother fucker!" I continued to pound her as I thought this is the most beautiful woman and the dirtiest mouth I have ever fucked.

I moved her to a supine position, and lifter her left leg so I could push my legs under and grasp her right thigh between my thighs for leverage as I pounder her in the right temple position. I liked it because I could pinch her nipples or massage her boobs, while watching her curse and feel her arousal rising toward another orgasm. The sailor talk continued, "Damn you! No bastard should fuck me like this! Don't you think of stopping now! Oh, goddamn you! You're too fucking good!" It was music to my ears. Soon, her verbalization went up an octave as she screamed, "Oh! Oh! Ah-h-h-h! and her body trembled in the erotic joy of climax.

I explained, "We must have symmetry! So, get ready, bitch, for the left temple!" For once, I stopped her cursing by giving her a deep kiss as I crawled across her body for our next position. As Perks, Jr. slid into her pussy once more, she gently rubbed her finger on my cheek. A few tears ran down her cheek, she softly said, "Nobody, before you!"

I was touched by her display, and this time I was slower and more gentle. She said, in a soft, but still very sexy voice, "You are the most wonderful man!"

I responded, "Only because you are the most amazing woman."

She ran her hand down my face and neck and then to my chest, as I continued my in and out strokes. This time when she came it was more peaceful, more of a trembling orgasm, although her Kegels still clutched my cock. It was very nice, though not so dramatic.

She told me, "I am so happy. You can come anytime now." She seemed to sense that I had been blessed with almost complete ejaculation control, although part of it was concentration and practice.

I rolled her over into the flatiron. I forced her to arch her back by pulling her head back by her voluminous hair. I gave her fair warning, "Now, bitch, I'm going show you what fucking is all about." I rammed Perks, Jr. into her pussy and banged her to another convulsive climax. Almost gently I pulled her head around so I could fill her mouth with my tongue. Then I resumed our previous position and banged her to another orgasm, perhaps brought on by my filling her up. This time she limited her exhortations to "Oh, God, baby! You're the best!" I rolled off her and kissed her neck and shoulder. She turned her head so I could kiss her lips.

I pulled her over to me so that we were face to face, followed by more deep kissing. I told her, "That was wonderful! You were so good!"

She then told me, "That was the best ever for me. I think I'm falling in love with you, or at least, with your cock."

We both went to sleep after that. It was light outside when I awoke, alone. I pulled my boxers on and found her in the kitchen wearing my shirt from the night before and making coffee. When it was ready we sat at my kitchen table sitting coffee.

She told me, "I really enjoyed last night. Is it okay if we hang out for a while?"

I replied, "Only if you come back to my bed when you finish your coffee."

She exclaimed, "I knew you were a keeper!"

I told her, "Here's my plan. We reacquaint ourselves with our bodily delights after we finish our coffee. Then we go out for brunch. We can discuss what's next at brunch."

She smiled her golden smile and replied, "Sounds wonderful to me! One change. Before brunch you need to take me by my pad so I can change clothes."

The morning lovemaking was great, perhaps not quite as wonderful as the night before, but still definitely a top ten experience. The rest of the morning, I discovered that she was a quite accomplished conversationalist. Along with her drop-dead gorgeous appearance, she apparently was well above average in intelligence. After brunch, we made love again. Then we hung out by the pool. After swimming and working on our tans, we went back to her apartment. For dinner and dancing she wore a red dress that was almost as tantalizing as the golden one. Although she kept her own apartment for another few months, she never slept in her bed again. A few months after she moved in with me, I proposed. Six months later we took up married life. A year later we bought a starter home and started working on a family. We were both ecstatic when the test strip turned blue.

She was starting to spring one Friday night when she came downstairs in the golden dress. I knew something was up, since she hadn't worn it since the night we met. She wouldn't look me in the eye, "Honey, I need to go out."

I said, "Sure, it'll just take me a minute or two to change."

"No, honey!" she informed me. "I need to go out by myself. I won't be back until morning. I'm sorry but I need this. I have to step out this one time before I get any fatter."

I asked her, "Why, baby doll, why?"

She replied, "I just need to get laid by somebody else. I don't know or care who. I feel like I need this last taste of freedom, before I get fat, and my boobs fall down. Please, sweetheart, I really need this. When I come back, I'll be ready to be a good mother."

I told her straight, "Lila, I love you. I don't know if I can deal with this. Please don't do this. I think you're risking our marriage and our happiness."

She had a stubborn look that I had never seen before, "I'm not your chattel. This is my body, not yours! You don't own me! I am my own woman!"

I explained, "I can't stop you from going out the door, sweetheart. But please, at least take a day to think this through. I know our baby is changing your body. Please don't put our whole life together at risk. If nothing else, at least think of our unborn child."

She replied, "My tummy is only going to get bigger. For me, it is now or never!" She stamped out of the house, slamming the door behind her.

I heard the garage door open. Then I heard her car backing out of the driveway. My whole life was going up in smoke. I couldn't think of anything else I could do other than tying her down where she couldn't go out. I decided I would wait for her to return. She didn't say, but I was sure she would come back. Even my ex-, bless her heart, had done nothing like this. True she had never been pregnant with me, but still.... While I waited, I thought through multiple scenarios: We stayed together, and life was perfect ever after this night. We have a knock-down drag out when she returns, and we go for an immediate divorce. I was driving myself crazy. I finally drank enough beer to pass out on the living room couch with the television still on.

When I woke up, she was shaking me. I looked at the clock on the television, it was between three and four AM. "Sweetheart," she kissed me. She had the taste of cum on her lips. She continued, "I had my fun. Now I want you to reclaim me. I'm ready to be a good mother and a good wife for th. e rest of our lives. Honey, it's time for us to go to bed and for you to make me yours again."

For the first time in three years, I didn't want her. I certainly didn't want sloppy seconds. I knew what my answer was. "You slut, you disgust me. Go clean yourself up. I want nothing more to do with you. I don't want to know how many men fucked you last night. You trampled on my love and our marriage, now you can go straight to hell! Do not pass Go! Do not collect $200. I'll be seeing my attorney Monday morning. Until then I'll sleep in the guest room."

I stood up and stalked off to the guest bedroom. The last I saw of her, she was sitting on the sofa, unmoving except for the tears running down her face.

I couldn't believe did the bitch really believe she could step out on me and then take up our life again just like nothing happened. As I tossed and turned behind the locked guest bedroom door, I heard her pass on her way to the master bedroom. I could even hear her sniffling, but I could care less.

The next morning, I awoke to the smell of frying bacon. I quickly dressed and walked into the kitchen. She was the least attractive I had ever seen her; her eyes were red and puffy. "Baby, there are only two things I want from you. I want you to enjoy your breakfast and then I want you to listen to what I have to say."

I was very angry with her, but that seemed reasonable, particularly since the bacon and pancakes looked delicious to a man with a rumbling stomach.

She began, "Baby, I'm so sorry... "

I interrupted her, "Can't it wait until I've finished my breakfast?"

She replied, "Okay, sweetheart, whatever you want."

I responded bitterly, "Whatever I wanted stopped about seven PM last night!"

She answered, "I know, I know. I'll wait until you finish your breakfast."

I was pleased that she was so meek and actually seemed a little frightened. That was okay. I would listen to what the slut had to say and then kick her to the side of the road.

I did have to admit that syrup-slathered pancakes, bacon, and coffee hit the spot.

When I had finished eating, she asked, "More coffee, dear?"

I said, "Yes, please." She poured both of us fresh cups of coffee.

She began, "I can now see that I hurt you very deeply. I am very sorry about that."

I interjected, "But not sorry about going out fucking last night?"

She replied, "I'll be sorry about that, too, if it breaks up our marriage."

I continued, "But basically you're sorry about being caught, not what you did."

She responded, "There was no catching to it; I was open about what I planned to do."

I told her, angrily, "And then you did it!"

She answered, "Please baby, let me tell my story, okay?"

I explained, "Okay, but let's get on with it! I've got places to go, people to meet."

She told me, "I'm sure you do. Baby, I was in a bad place last night. I totally underestimated how angry you would get. In retrospect, I should have done what you said and waited at least twenty-four hours before doing anything stupid."

I interrupted, "While you're at it, you might as well tell me what you did last night."

She replied, "Since you asked nicely, I'll tell you everything. I realize we're not in a good place now, and if I'm not brutally honest, I'm afraid we might not make it through to the other side. You saw me leave. From here, I went to Patrick's. I bought a drink. There were two guys sitting at a nearby table. They both danced with me. Between dances they both bought me drinks. They asked me to join them. I guess the two of them, one seated on each side of me, kept the pussy hounds from being after me so much. You knew that I when I left here, I was going out to get fucked. They both seemed like nice guys. Both were flirting with me. Both were touching me and later, groping me. I had never been in a threesome before, and I thought, why not.

I went to their apartment with them. It turned out that there were four guys sharing the apartment and they all started flirting with them. They rotated so that three of them were always touching, kissing, and groping me. When they started trying to take my dress off, I helped them, thinking it was only one night, and I was probably woman enough to handle four guys. By that time, I have to admit, I was three sheets in the wind, and probably not thinking, other than with my genitals. I ended up nude in one of the bedrooms. I fucked them all. I thoroughly enjoyed it. It wasn't up to your standards, at least not when you're at your best, but it was still very good. It was still just what I wanted. At that point, I began to think of you. I wanted to come home and for us to resume our physical and emotional intimacy.

However, they all wanted seconds, and I was in no condition to seriously resist. The truth is that I enjoyed the second round even more than the first, although it was still not up to your standards. Coming home, I felt great! All I wanted to do is to have you reclaim me as yours alone and spend the rest of my life with you and our unborn children. I realize now that I should have been more considerate of your feelings and needs. That was a very big mistake. I hope that it wasn't such a big mistake that it destroys us. By us, I mean our relationship and our marriage. If you can't find it in your heart to forgive me, at least think of the life inside me. I love you so much, Perks. I'm so sorry I disappointed you. Tears were flooding her face.

I couldn't help but hold her; she seemed so small and alone. Then I remembered what she had done to me and our relationship. I told her, "I just don't know; I just don't know."