06-10-2026, 02:30 PM
She ran her hand gently over mine. Oddly, I still didn’t feel excited.
“You asked me how I could turn two professional attorneys inside out? Because you’re easy, all of you. I have a great body and a great face, and I love sex. I could fuck 18 hours a day if my body would hold up. I like cocks and I like
different cocks. I like having men come inside me, on me, in my mouth and my ass.
“You’re looking at me like I’m crazy, but listen close Bill, because I’m going to tell you a secret that smart women don’t want you to know, and many women never realize.
“We run the world. You guys are horny puppy dogs and we drag you around by your dicks. You don’t pick up women, you get picked up. You don’t get lucky, some woman decides she wants to fuck you. You don’t decide to marry someone, one of us picks you and lets you think you won us.
“We know who your children really belong to. We make you think you’re great lovers, or flops in bed. Because none of you can match us, the ones who know what we’re doing, in bed. I could bang the biggest stud in the world into a pool of sperm on the floor and keep going.
“You’re limited by your poor, fragile dicks. Don’t get me wrong, women love them. Other than giving us children, it’s the main reason we keep you around. They’re wonderful toys to play with, but they’re limited. That’s why we need to bring in new ones all the time.”
She smiled at me.
“You look so shocked, Bill, but you didn’t pick Debbie Bascomb. She picked you and she let you win her heart. She kept you well fucked and happy until you left her alone in your marriage and she traded you in for a different dick.
“Now most women, a lot of women, tamp down their natural desires because they know no man could keep up with them if they let loose, but I was set free. I learned how to use my body and my sex drive. I’ve made millions using my body and my brain. If you offer a man a chance to make money and screw his brains out, very few men will turn down that deal.
“A lot of men would call me a whore, but who cares? I love having sex and I love making money by having sex. I’ve built a financial empire and my clueless, loving husband never had the first idea of what I was doing. I use investigators in my business dealings and, when this happened, I looked for the best person in the State Attorney’s Office to pressure to release Paul.
“I investigated you. I knew I had to get to you, but I didn’t think the normal methods would work with you. I wasn’t sure I could seduce you. Even if I had, I knew you’d never bow to blackmail, but you’re loyal. That’s your Achilles heel. I found the best man to seduce and your loyalty to him will get Paul out of jail.”
“So you’re very smart, very sexy, wealthy and you’ve been cheating on your husband for a long time. I get that, but why would anybody that smart take a chance on getting arrested and charged with at least two or three counts including extortion, blackmail and attempting to interfere with a criminal investigation? You say you want to be free of him yet none of this makes sense.
That’s why—at least one of the reasons—why I’ve been dragging my feet. You’re saying one thing and doing the exact opposite - that makes me suspicious as hell.”
“Everything has to make sense to you? Everything has to add up?” “Yeah.”
“I’m not a good person, Bill. I don’t see myself as bad, but I know most people would see me that way. I married a man, promised to be faithful, had his children and, something happened and I threw that promise away - I threw him away! I‘ve had sex with hundreds of men. I’ve come to his bed and I’ve always been careful about being clean, but I’ve kissed him while I could still taste another man’s cum on my tongue. I’ve kissed him and told him I loved him and felt him pumping inside me and in my head I was three thousand miles away enjoying another man’s cock.
“I stopped loving him because, honestly, he’s not much of a man. He’s sweet, he loves me and takes care of me - but he’s a wimp. A sweet, lovable, wonderful wimp. He’s not a man, not the kind of man I need. He’s like a pool that’s an inch deep, pretty on the surface, but there’s no bottom, no depth. He’s boring as hell to be honest.”
She motioned to the waiter lurking just inside the kitchen area and he brought her another goblet of wine.
“I stayed with him because of our children and because he was - comfortable, convenient. There are times when it’s better to be a cheating wife who has to go home to a husband and has obligations she can’t get out of than to be free. I suppose there’s a part of me that still has feelings for him. Feelings, I don’t know, like you’d have for a dog you’ve raised since it was a puppy and now it’s old, has cataracts and can’t move around because of arthritis, but you can’t put him down just because he’s got old.”
She stared into the depths of her wine glass.
“I don’t even need to see your face, Bill, to know what you’re thinking. I said I was a bad person. I’m what I am. But, I knew it was going to end, if not before, then when the kids finally finished college and were gone to their own lives. I was going to stick it out...until he found out, just one of those weird things. I worried about everything else, I was so damned careful - still he found out.
“He avoided me for nearly a month. It was so crazy. I’d been running around hiding from him for years, and now I couldn’t find him, to talk to him, then finally I found him at home. I just wanted to talk to him and - no warning - he put his hands around my neck. I thought, somehow, that he was joking. Paul would never hurt me. I figured he’d cry and I’d feel like shit, but I was never afraid of him.
“I couldn’t breathe, it hurt so bad. Things started getting dark and I couldn’t talk. For the first time I realized I was going to die there, it was all going to end. I thought this couldn’t be happening, I was asleep and dreaming. It was a nightmare, because I was looking into his eyes and it wasn’t Paul...
“I must have passed out. I woke up lying on the floor, gasping for air. He just looked at me but didn’t say anything. I knew, I knew somehow he was going to kneel down beside me and put those hands around my throat and finish the job. I tried to crawl but I was too weak. I wet myself - I was never so frightened in my life. I’ve always been in control around men. I’ve never been frightened of a man, but I wanted to beg for my life, yet I couldn’t make a sound, and he just kept looking at me. Then he turned around and walked out.
“Somehow I dragged myself to the front door, locked it and put the chain on it. Then I dragged myself, half crawled to our bedroom and locked the door. I moved a dresser, God knows how, in front of the door to block it. I tried to call for help could only get out whispers.
“Hec was the first guy I actually could talk to and he was over in a half hour. He stayed with me after he put out a report on what had happened and I’d signed a warrant for Paul’s arrest. He spent the night with me, two nights, after I got back from the hospital. We didn’t do anything, I just couldn’t stand being alone. Every sound was Paul breaking back in.”
She looked back up into my eyes.
“I wanted nothing more than to see Paul behind bars for the rest of my life right then but, after awhile, a few days, I had to call our kids. They couldn’t believe it - I could tell how hurt they were and I - it wasn’t Paul trying to kill me. It was somebody or something else. I didn’t realize how badly I’d hurt him when he found out. He went crazy, that’s all it was. Paul wouldn’t have hurt me if he was in his right mind.”
“I hate to tell you this but I think he’s still crazy. I think he needs to be committed somewhere, for his safety and yours.”
She shook her head.
“I can protect myself now. I can hire bodyguards, or friends like Hec will make sure he doesn’t hurt me again.”
“Why take the risk? You said you love him like an old family pet. You were going to leave him anyway.”
“I was. We don’t have a marriage anymore, haven’t for a long time, but he didn’t leave me, I left him. He hasn’t done anything except be the same faithful, loving, dull and boring husband he’s always been. I could see breaking his heart. He’s young enough that I think he’ll be able to put himself back together. He’s got friends and he’s got a secretary...anyway he won’t be alone.”
She held my eyes again.
“You asked me how I could turn two professional attorneys inside out? Because you’re easy, all of you. I have a great body and a great face, and I love sex. I could fuck 18 hours a day if my body would hold up. I like cocks and I like
different cocks. I like having men come inside me, on me, in my mouth and my ass.
“You’re looking at me like I’m crazy, but listen close Bill, because I’m going to tell you a secret that smart women don’t want you to know, and many women never realize.
“We run the world. You guys are horny puppy dogs and we drag you around by your dicks. You don’t pick up women, you get picked up. You don’t get lucky, some woman decides she wants to fuck you. You don’t decide to marry someone, one of us picks you and lets you think you won us.
“We know who your children really belong to. We make you think you’re great lovers, or flops in bed. Because none of you can match us, the ones who know what we’re doing, in bed. I could bang the biggest stud in the world into a pool of sperm on the floor and keep going.
“You’re limited by your poor, fragile dicks. Don’t get me wrong, women love them. Other than giving us children, it’s the main reason we keep you around. They’re wonderful toys to play with, but they’re limited. That’s why we need to bring in new ones all the time.”
She smiled at me.
“You look so shocked, Bill, but you didn’t pick Debbie Bascomb. She picked you and she let you win her heart. She kept you well fucked and happy until you left her alone in your marriage and she traded you in for a different dick.
“Now most women, a lot of women, tamp down their natural desires because they know no man could keep up with them if they let loose, but I was set free. I learned how to use my body and my sex drive. I’ve made millions using my body and my brain. If you offer a man a chance to make money and screw his brains out, very few men will turn down that deal.
“A lot of men would call me a whore, but who cares? I love having sex and I love making money by having sex. I’ve built a financial empire and my clueless, loving husband never had the first idea of what I was doing. I use investigators in my business dealings and, when this happened, I looked for the best person in the State Attorney’s Office to pressure to release Paul.
“I investigated you. I knew I had to get to you, but I didn’t think the normal methods would work with you. I wasn’t sure I could seduce you. Even if I had, I knew you’d never bow to blackmail, but you’re loyal. That’s your Achilles heel. I found the best man to seduce and your loyalty to him will get Paul out of jail.”
“So you’re very smart, very sexy, wealthy and you’ve been cheating on your husband for a long time. I get that, but why would anybody that smart take a chance on getting arrested and charged with at least two or three counts including extortion, blackmail and attempting to interfere with a criminal investigation? You say you want to be free of him yet none of this makes sense.
That’s why—at least one of the reasons—why I’ve been dragging my feet. You’re saying one thing and doing the exact opposite - that makes me suspicious as hell.”
“Everything has to make sense to you? Everything has to add up?” “Yeah.”
“I’m not a good person, Bill. I don’t see myself as bad, but I know most people would see me that way. I married a man, promised to be faithful, had his children and, something happened and I threw that promise away - I threw him away! I‘ve had sex with hundreds of men. I’ve come to his bed and I’ve always been careful about being clean, but I’ve kissed him while I could still taste another man’s cum on my tongue. I’ve kissed him and told him I loved him and felt him pumping inside me and in my head I was three thousand miles away enjoying another man’s cock.
“I stopped loving him because, honestly, he’s not much of a man. He’s sweet, he loves me and takes care of me - but he’s a wimp. A sweet, lovable, wonderful wimp. He’s not a man, not the kind of man I need. He’s like a pool that’s an inch deep, pretty on the surface, but there’s no bottom, no depth. He’s boring as hell to be honest.”
She motioned to the waiter lurking just inside the kitchen area and he brought her another goblet of wine.
“I stayed with him because of our children and because he was - comfortable, convenient. There are times when it’s better to be a cheating wife who has to go home to a husband and has obligations she can’t get out of than to be free. I suppose there’s a part of me that still has feelings for him. Feelings, I don’t know, like you’d have for a dog you’ve raised since it was a puppy and now it’s old, has cataracts and can’t move around because of arthritis, but you can’t put him down just because he’s got old.”
She stared into the depths of her wine glass.
“I don’t even need to see your face, Bill, to know what you’re thinking. I said I was a bad person. I’m what I am. But, I knew it was going to end, if not before, then when the kids finally finished college and were gone to their own lives. I was going to stick it out...until he found out, just one of those weird things. I worried about everything else, I was so damned careful - still he found out.
“He avoided me for nearly a month. It was so crazy. I’d been running around hiding from him for years, and now I couldn’t find him, to talk to him, then finally I found him at home. I just wanted to talk to him and - no warning - he put his hands around my neck. I thought, somehow, that he was joking. Paul would never hurt me. I figured he’d cry and I’d feel like shit, but I was never afraid of him.
“I couldn’t breathe, it hurt so bad. Things started getting dark and I couldn’t talk. For the first time I realized I was going to die there, it was all going to end. I thought this couldn’t be happening, I was asleep and dreaming. It was a nightmare, because I was looking into his eyes and it wasn’t Paul...
“I must have passed out. I woke up lying on the floor, gasping for air. He just looked at me but didn’t say anything. I knew, I knew somehow he was going to kneel down beside me and put those hands around my throat and finish the job. I tried to crawl but I was too weak. I wet myself - I was never so frightened in my life. I’ve always been in control around men. I’ve never been frightened of a man, but I wanted to beg for my life, yet I couldn’t make a sound, and he just kept looking at me. Then he turned around and walked out.
“Somehow I dragged myself to the front door, locked it and put the chain on it. Then I dragged myself, half crawled to our bedroom and locked the door. I moved a dresser, God knows how, in front of the door to block it. I tried to call for help could only get out whispers.
“Hec was the first guy I actually could talk to and he was over in a half hour. He stayed with me after he put out a report on what had happened and I’d signed a warrant for Paul’s arrest. He spent the night with me, two nights, after I got back from the hospital. We didn’t do anything, I just couldn’t stand being alone. Every sound was Paul breaking back in.”
She looked back up into my eyes.
“I wanted nothing more than to see Paul behind bars for the rest of my life right then but, after awhile, a few days, I had to call our kids. They couldn’t believe it - I could tell how hurt they were and I - it wasn’t Paul trying to kill me. It was somebody or something else. I didn’t realize how badly I’d hurt him when he found out. He went crazy, that’s all it was. Paul wouldn’t have hurt me if he was in his right mind.”
“I hate to tell you this but I think he’s still crazy. I think he needs to be committed somewhere, for his safety and yours.”
She shook her head.
“I can protect myself now. I can hire bodyguards, or friends like Hec will make sure he doesn’t hurt me again.”
“Why take the risk? You said you love him like an old family pet. You were going to leave him anyway.”
“I was. We don’t have a marriage anymore, haven’t for a long time, but he didn’t leave me, I left him. He hasn’t done anything except be the same faithful, loving, dull and boring husband he’s always been. I could see breaking his heart. He’s young enough that I think he’ll be able to put himself back together. He’s got friends and he’s got a secretary...anyway he won’t be alone.”
She held my eyes again.
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