[Ramesh_Rocky]

ZERO TOLERANCE

[PART1]

It was less than a month after I started at Dyson's Electronics and Steve and I were sitting in Jimmer’s bar one evening having a drink. The place was just starting to fill up when two very attractive women came in. They looked to be a few years older than us but that didn't matter to Steve. When he saw the women he looked at me with his smarmy smile.

"Check that out," he said. "Looks like I am going to get laid tonight."

I wasn't interested in looking for one-night stands with older women. I just wanted to have a couple of drinks before I went home to my apartment so I just sat and watched as Steve approached the two women and started talking to them and managed to get himself invited to join them.

Some more Dyson employees arrived and I joined them at a large table. It was about an hour later that I saw Steve leave with one of the women. As they walked by the table I noticed that the woman was wearing a wedding ring.

Later when I was leaving Jimmer’s Bar I saw Steve sitting in the back seat of his car. At first it appeared that he was by himself but when I got closer I could see that the woman that he had picked up in the bar was bent over in the back seat giving Steve a blow-job.

I had to laugh to myself. That was the first time I had seen Steve in action. I didn't think Steve was really serious when he said he was going to get laid that night but there he was receiving sexual favors from a married woman in the back seat of his car.

The next evening Steve and I were again sitting in Jimmer’s Bar having a beer and I asked him how he knew he would be able to score with the two women from the previous evening.

"I knew because they were two married women out in a bar without their husbands. I was sure at least one of them would be looking for some action," he said. "That's why I like picking up married women rather than single women."

"Why?"

Single women are always looking for Mr. Right and are mostly interested in long term relationships," he said. "They very seldom put out on the first date. When you find a married woman out without her husband she is probably looking for some excitement and it doesn't take very long to find out if they are interested in having a little extramarital fun. In my experience if you get a married woman to leave with you, she wants to have sex."

That was the day I formed my low opinion of Steve Lydon.

It was a couple of months later that I met Stacy. She worked in the accounting department at Dyson's Electronics and I was in sales. Stacy was tall and blond with beautiful blue eyes and I was hooked from the moment I met her. We dated several times before we had sex and that came with some serious strings attached.

It happened one night after I took Stacy on a very romantic date. Flowers, dinner, dancing and a moonlight walk. I did the whole bit and then we went back to Stacy's apartment.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

ZERO TOLERANCE
[PART2]


We sat down on her sofa and began necking. We were both pretty aroused when Stacy stopped me from sliding my hand up under her skirt.

"You know I like you very much and I am tempted to say I love you but I think it's too soon for that," Stacy said. "I know we are both ready for this next step but for me making love to someone requires a commitment. If we are going to go any farther with this relationship I have to know that you will not be dating other woman. I need you to understand that I will have zero tolerance for any infidelity on your part. I will not be unfaithful to you and I expect the same from you. If you ever decide that you need or want another woman just know that it means we are through. I would rather you just break up with me than to find out you had been sneaking around behind my back."

I was so horny at that moment I would have committed to anything so that I could make love to her but the fact that I was already in love with her made it even easier. I had no problem committing to her that I would always be faithful.

After I promised, Stacy placed my right hand back on her thigh and then put both of her arms around my neck. We began kissing again and I moved my fingers to the inside of her thigh and started sliding my hand up under her skirt. The farther I moved my hand up between her legs the more passionate Stacy's kisses became. By the time I pressed my fingers against the warm damp crotch of her panties, Stacy was attacking my throat with her tongue.

When I slipped my fingers inside her panties and brushed them lightly over her vulva, Stacy moaned and then she sucked my tongue into her mouth. I began trying to open her shirt with my left hand but I wasn't having much success so I had to give up teasing her hot sex and use both hands to remove Stacy's shirt. When I had all of the buttons undone Stacy leaned forward so that I could slip her top off her shoulders and remove it completely.

I planted little kisses all over Stacy's neck and slowly worked my way down to the small bit of her breasts that were exposed above her bra. I kissed and licked the soft skin as I pulled the top of her bra down just enough to expose her nipples. When I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth Stacy let her head fall back against the back of her sofa. She was breathing hard and making funny little sounds in the back of her throat.

I continued to suck on her nipples as I reached around her to unhook her bra. I have never been very good at dealing with bras but Stacy didn't seem to care. She seemed to be enjoying what I was doing with my mouth and was oblivious to everything else. After a few minutes of fumbling with it I finally got her bra unhooked and remove it. Stacy's breasts were beautiful. Their shape was perfect and they stood up proudly. For the next fifteen minutes I made love to Stacy's breasts while at the same time I moved my right hand back under her skirt and up into her panties.

When I touched the soft lips of Stacy's sex I found that they were wet and slippery. I ran my fingers all around her excited entrance spreading her sexual lubricant all over my fingers and her pussy.

I had one of her nipples in my mouth when I finally pushed a finger up inside her and then started teasing her clitoris. As I did this Stacy pulled my face up to hers and kissed me passionately and then just hung on to me while I explored the most personal and private part of her body. Stacy was breathing hard and began sticking her tongue in my ear and talking to me.

"Oh, God, that feels good. I want you now. I want to feel you inside me now."
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

ZERO TOLERANCE

[PART3]

I pushed Stacy down on the sofa and pushed her skirt up around her waist. Then I removed her panties and quickly removed my own pants and shorts.

When I lay down on top of her and pushed my stiff cock inside her I was amazed at how wonderful it felt to be inside her. I was not inexperienced. I had had a few girl friends over the years but I had never felt that way inside a woman before.

I had been stroking into Stacy for a couple of minutes when it occurred to me that I wasn't wearing a condom.

"Oh shit, I'm not wearing a condom," I said. "I better stop and put one on."

"I'm on the pill and I trust that you are safe," she said. "I want to feel it when you come inside me."

That comment almost put me over the top but I was able to control myself and I kept stroking into her at a nice slow pace bringing her to one long orgasm before I finally climaxed.

Afterwards as I drove home I felt wonderful. I knew I was in love with her and that we would always be together.

After that night we had sex almost every time we were together which was very often. There were certain nights during the month when we just talked and watched television. A year and a half later we got married.

We both had good jobs so we didn't have to struggle like so many couples do when they first get married. We had only been married a year when we were able to buy our house in Charlotte.

The day we moved into the house we met our neighbors Ed and Linda Monroe. Ed worked for a large bank in Charlotte and Linda was an elementary college teacher. They were about our age and we shared a lot of the same interests so Ed and Linda quickly became our best friends.

For the next several years of our marriage everything was great. Stacy and I were still very much in love and the sex was still hot. We had almost everything we wanted. We had good friends, a nice home, two cars and a boat. Our life consisted of meeting the obligations of our jobs during the week and often stopping at Jimmer’s Bar for a drink before going home or out to dinner. On the weekends we spent a lot of time out on the boat with Ed and Linda or visiting at each other's houses for dinner or to play cards.

It was about three years ago that some things started to happen that were upsetting to me. When we first got married Stacy and I made a decision to wait a few years before having children. After seven years of marriage I thought it was about time we started a family but when I asked Stacy about it she said she wasn't ready yet. When I tried to discuss it further with Stacy she cut me off.

"I will let you know when I am ready," she said.

The way she said it let me know that the conversation was over. I was a little upset with her unwillingness to even discuss children but I let it go. Everything else in our relationship seemed to be fine so I wasn't all that concerned. After all it was Stacy that would have to go through the pregnancy so I guess it was only fair to wait until she was ready.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

ZERO TOLERANCE

[PART4]

A few weeks later we were at a Dyson company party. I had gone to the men's room and when I returned I found Steve Lydon talking to Stacy. Not just talking but standing very close to her and he had his hand on her arm as they talked.

I got pissed at Steve when I saw that. I knew that I could trust Stacy but I didn't like the idea that Steve would hit on my wife. It showed a lack of respect for me.

By the time I got back across the room to where they were standing Steve had seen me coming and had moved a little farther away from Stacy and was no longer touching her. I didn't say anything although I wanted to tell Steve to stay away from my wife but I didn't want to make a scene. After all, nothing had really happened. They were just talking.

I decided that night when we got home I was going to have a talk with Stacy about Steve. I had never told her about Steve or his philosophy on dating married women. I wanted her to know about him, figuring if she knew what he was like she would avoid him. The problem was that I could not think of any way to bring that up in conversation without making it sound like I didn't trust Stacy. I didn't know how to start the conversation and I had become sullen and quiet. It didn't take Stacy long to notice something was wrong.

"What's the matter, Mark?" Stacy asked. "You haven't said a word since we got home."

"Something is bothering me but I am afraid that it will come out wrong and I don't want to upset you."

Stacy suddenly looked tense. "What's wrong, Mark?"

"I guess I'll just say what's on my mind and we can discuss it until I can clear up any misconceptions. It's about Steve Lydon."

The expression on Stacy's face changed. Stacy had many facial expressions to express her moods or what she was thinking and I could always tell from her expression if she was happy, sad, nervous, angry, or whatever but every once in a while an expression came over her face that I could not read. That was the expression on her face that night.

"What about Steve?" Stacy asked.

"I don't know if you know this about him but he has a reputation as a ladies' man."

Stacy laughed. "I know. I've heard all the stories about him at work. The girls at work think he is just a big joke. Steve is a flirt but I don't think anyone takes him seriously, least of all me."

"Stacy. This is not funny to me," I said. "Steve preys on married women."

"You can't possibly think I have any interest in Steve," Stacy said with a tinge of anger in her voice.

"No. I am not worried about you. I trust you."

"So what you are saying is that you don't want me to talk to Steve anymore, is that it?" Stacy asked.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

ZERO TOLERANCE

[PART5]


"If you wouldn't mind," I said.

"Well, I would mind. I think he's funny and I enjoy talking to him. There is no way I would ever have sex with him so I don't understand what you are worried about. I don't like it when you act jealous."

I wasn't happy with her response but I didn't push it any farther. She hadn't done anything wrong and my reaction was probably out of line. I was worried that Stacy was really pissed at me but when we went up to bed she kissed me and whispered in my ear.

"Forget about Steve. You're the man I want inside me."

It was just two weeks later when Stacy and I planned to meet at Jimmer’s Bar after work and then go out to dinner. I was a half hour late getting there and when I walked in Steve was sitting with Stacy and he had his hand on her shoulder as they talked. I could feel a knot forming in my stomach. I wanted to go over and grab Steve's hand and twist his wrist around behind his back and tell him to stay the hell away from Stacy but I couldn't. I knew that if I said or did anything wrong, Stacy would be pissed at me and accuse me of being jealous and she would be right.

It seemed like, after that, any social gathering we attended where Steve was, he would be sniffing around Stacy.

One Saturday evening as Ed Monroe and I were cooking steaks on the grill I told him about Steve hitting on Stacy every chance he got.

"Have you said anything to Stacy?" Ed asked.

"Yes. She accused me of being jealous and told me I had nothing to worry about. I am afraid if I bring it up again it will sound like I am telling her that I don't trust her and that is not the case. I would just like Steve to stay away from her."

"Then why don't you just tell Steve to stay away?"

"I thought of that but I am afraid if I did that he would tell her I told him to stay away from her. That would make things even worse."

"If he was hitting on Linda like that," Ed said, "I would just tell Linda that I don't like him hanging around her like that. I would tell her about his reputation and say that it is not that I don't trust her but other people that know his reputation are going to wonder why she spends so much time talking to him. I know Linda would understand that and would let Steve know in no uncertain terms that she was not interested in him."

I thought about what Ed said for a minute and could see how that might work. I decided that the next time that Steve hit on Stacy I would have that talk with her.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

ZERO TOLERANCE

[PART6]


The following weekend, Stacy told me that her car was giving her a lot of trouble and that since it was seven years old she wanted to go shopping for a new car. I started to suggest that we just fix her old car and she gave me a dirty look
"Your car is only two years old and I have to drive around in that old piece of junk," she said.

I knew right away that there was no way I was going to win any arguments about her car so I gave in.

"What kind of car would you like?" I asked.

"I want a mini-van."

"A mini van? Why would you want a mini-van?"

"I just want something with more room in the back for carrying groceries and stuff," she said.

"You always make fun of the soccer moms with their mini-vans and now you want one?"

"One of the girls I work with has one and it is really nice. So I decided I would get one," she said.

I knew that Stacy did deserve a new car and then I decided that if she wanted a mini-van that's what we would get. That Saturday we went out and bought a new Honda Odyssey.

That Monday evening after work I asked Stacy what her friends thought of her new car.

"Everyone loved it. I took the girls out to lunch today and they were all very impressed,"
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

ZERO TOLERANCE

[PART7]

Two months ago Mr. Dyson announced that Clay International Electronics was interested in buying Dyson Electronics. Mr. Dyson said that the deal was dependent on our second quarter results that were due out in one week. Mr. Dyson also said that if Clay International did buy the company we could expect some changes but he didn't think anything would happen immediately.

As it turned out our second quarter results were exactly what Clay International wanted to see and they planned to move ahead with the purchase of Dyson Electronics. When Mr. Dyson informed us of Clay International's decision he invited all 185 employees of Dyson Electronics to a party at his house to celebrate the sale of his company. Mr. Dyson has a big place out in the country with a large swimming pool, lots of big oak trees and beautiful gardens and he likes to show it off.

While Mr. Dyson was ready to celebrate the sale of his company, most of his employees were worried about what would happen to their jobs when Clay International took over.

On Friday, the day before Mr. Dyson's party, I was told that I would have to go to Atlanta Monday for a contract negotiation. It was not unusual for me to be sent out to do contract negotiations but I usually had more advanced notice of an upcoming trip. That evening I was telling Stacy about the upcoming trip when she told me that Ed and Linda were going to stop over later for drinks. For Stacy and I this visit was a welcome diversion from our worries about what was going to happen after Clay International took over Dyson's. We did talk about the coming take over and our concerns but we also talked about taking the boat out the following weekend and other happier topics.

We had just opened our third round of beers when Ed told us about a purchase he and Linda had made.

"Linda and I were up in Concord Thursday evening and we found this great antique roll top desk. The price was right so I just had to buy it," Ed said.

"He was writing the check before he thought to discuss it with me," Linda said.

"You said you liked it."

"I do like it but it is so big where are we going to put it," Linda said.

"We'll figure that our when we get it home," Ed said.

"Great plan," Linda said.

"I have to go pee," I said and got up. "I hope you two are done fighting by the time I get back."

"You call this fighting? Linda and I don't consider it a fight unless one of us has to go to the hospital," Ed said.

"And it is usually Ed that ends up in the hospital," Linda said.

We were all laughing and Ed said, "That's true."

When I got back from the bathroom they were all silent. I looked at Ed and then at Linda before I sat down.

"I guess the fight ended in a tie," I said. "No apparent injuries to either party."

We all laughed and then I turned to Stacy.

"Stacy, I almost forgot. I am going to have to go into the office tomorrow to finish some reports that are due next week," I said. "I have to get them done before the party tomorrow."

"Why do they have to be done tomorrow?" Stacy said.

"Did you forget already? I will be in Atlanta until Wednesday or Thursday next week," I said.

"Will you be done in time for the party?" Stacy said.

"I don't know. We may have to go late."

Ed and Linda went home around eleven o'clock and Stacy and I headed for bed shortly after they left.


Mr. Dyson's party was scheduled to start at three o'clock in the afternoon so Saturday morning I got up early and ate breakfast with Stacy. As I was drinking my second cup of coffee Stacy said, "Before you go into the office, would you do me a favor?"

"What do you need?" I asked.

"Would you remove the seats from the back of my van? I told Ed and Linda they could borrow it to pick up that antique desk they bought."

I was about to say something but Stacy stopped me. "It's my van and if I want to loan it to our friends so they can pick up their new desk I don't need your permission."

"I never said you did. I was just going to say that I will take the seats out before I leave for the office." That wasn't what I was really going to say but it was the better part of valor.

I finished my breakfast and then went out to the garage to remove the seats from the two back rows in Stacy's van so Ed and Linda would be able to get his antique desk into it. Then I went into the office to finish several sales reports that I wasn't going to have time to do the following week. At one o'clock I was still sitting in my office working on the reports when Stacy called and asked me if I was going to be home soon. I looked at the stack of reports I still had in front of me and told her that I had at least another two hours before I would be finished. Then I suggested that she go ahead to the party and I would get there as soon as I could.

It was four o'clock when I finished the last of the reports and headed to my car for the hour-long drive out to Mr. Dyson's house. I was going to call Stacy once I got on the road to let her know when I expected to get to the party but like a fool I had left my cell phone at home that morning. I arrived at the party shortly after five o'clock and I went into the house and looked for Stacy. There were several people in the house but Stacy wasn't among them.

I asked a girl I knew from the accounting department if she had seen Stacy.

"I saw her earlier," she said. "She was out in the yard talking to Steve Lydon."
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

[b][i]ZERO TOLERANCE
[PART8][/i][/b]


I immediately felt a knot in my stomach. I was going to have to talk to Stacy about Steve again and I wasn't going to wait till we got home. I went out into the back yard and looked around but didn't see Stacy anywhere. I asked a couple of people if they had seen Stacy and one of them told me that they had seen her but that was more than an hour earlier.

I was beginning to get upset. I was sure that Stacy wasn't doing anything wrong but not being able to find her was worrying me. I walked around asking people if they had seen Stacy and most said that they had seen her earlier but hadn't seen her in a while. I walked over to a guy who was standing watching people in the swimming pool and asked him if he knew Stacy and he said that he didn't. Then I asked him if he knew Steve Lydon.

"Yes, I know Steve," he said.

"Have you seen him?" I asked.

"I saw him heading to his car about an hour ago."

I don't know what made me ask. "Was anyone with him?"

"Yes. He was with a tall very attractive blond," he said. "I think they came together."

Suddenly I felt myself begin to panic. Had Stacy come to the party with Steve? Had she left with him? I just couldn't believe that she would do that. Not Stacy. I spun around hoping to see Stacy somewhere in the yard but I didn't see her. I hurried back through the house and out to where the cars were parked and looked for Stacy's van. It wasn't there.

I felt all of the energy drain from my body and I felt like I just wanted to go lie down somewhere. I went around to the far side of my car where no one would see me and I slumped to the ground. I put my head between my knees and took deep breaths and tried to calm myself down. There had to be some other explanation for why I could not find Stacy. I knew she had come to the party because at least three people had seen her there. I also knew that she had been seen talking to Steve Lydon. I also knew that Steve had been seen leaving the party with a woman that fit Stacy's description. These things did not add up to a happy conclusion. Part of my brain was telling me that Stacy would not do that to me. She would not cheat on me. The other part of my brain was asking me how I could be so sure that she wouldn't cheat.

As I tried to think of what to do next the term 'zero tolerance' flashed into my head. I pushed that thought out of my head. It would not come to that. I refused to believe that Stacy would do anything that would cause me to leave her.

I knew that if she did leave the party with someone she would have to come back eventually because she knew that I would be there soon. The only thing I could do was to go back to the party and wait for her.-

I walked through the house in a daze and went out into the back yard again. I needed to try and eat something to settle my stomach and get my nerves under control while I waited for Stacy to return. I was at the food table trying to decide what foods my stomach could handle when I heard a voice behind me. It took me a minute to realize the voice was directed at me. When I turned around I found Mr. Dyson standing behind me.

"I see you finally made it, Mark," he said. "Where is that lovely wife of yours? I saw her here earlier."

"I don't know," I said. "I haven't been able to find her."

"Did you try calling her? I know she had her cell phone with her."

"I forgot my phone so I wasn't able to call her."

Mr. Dyson pulled his phone from his pocket and handed it to me and said, "Here, use mine."

I wondered why I hadn't thought to just ask someone if I could borrow their phone. I punched in Stacy's number and waited nervously for it to begin ringing. I wondered where she was and what I would say to her when she answered, if she answered.

Stacy answered on the third ring.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

ZERO TOLERANCE

[PART9]

"Hello?"

"Stacy, where are you?"

"I am at Dyson's where are you?"

"I am here in the back yard but I don't see you." I said.

Then I saw her as she stepped out from behind a large oak tree about a hundred feet away from me.

You cannot believe the relief I felt when I saw her. I handed Mr. Dyson his phone and headed back to where Stacy was waiting. When I got there I found that she had been sitting with two of the girls she works with and their husbands and to my great relief there was no sign of Steve. I couldn't believe that I had completely missed Stacy sitting behind the big oak tree with her friends. If I had only had my phone with me I could have saved myself a lot of distress.

"I didn't see your car out front when I got here," I said.
I saw a moment of panic in her eyes. She managed quickly. Well My colleague Brandy took it from me for a small ride. She wanted to purchase some medicine that she needed urgently. She came back just now.

"Ok "Now let's get a drink and something to eat."

I was suddenly feeling much better but Stacy seemed a little uneasy. I asked her if she was all right and she said she had a bit of a headache. An hour later Stacy seemed to be feeling much better and we had a good time during the rest of the party.

On the ride home I started thinking about how I had felt when I thought Stacy might have gone off with Steve and I felt my stomach start to tighten again. Then I remembered being told that Stacy was seen talking to Steve at the party and began to wonder about the blond that was seen leaving the party with Steve.

Could it have been Stacy? Had she gone somewhere with him and returned before I got to the party? I was starting to make myself crazy. How was I going to find out without causing an argument? I had to know.

I waited until we were home before I carefully broached the subject.

"Did anything interesting happen at the party before I got there?" I said.

"No. I just walked around talking to people for a while and then I sat with Carol and Janice and their husbands.

"I didn't see Steve at the party. Was he there?" I asked.

"Yes, but he left before you got there. Why are you asking me about him?"

I was torn. I was angry with myself for even entertaining such suspicions but I was driven to pursue the answers to the questions that had been on my mind every since I had arrived at the party and couldn't find Stacy. I had been trying very hard to act like I was only interested in what had gone on at the party but my next statement gave away my real intent.

"I was just surprised that I didn't find Steve at the party talking to you. That is where I usually find him if I leave you alone for a few minutes."

As soon as I said it I wanted to bite my tongue. I waited for Stacy's angry reaction but it didn't come.

"I saw him right after I got to the party and we talked for a while."

There was something about the way she looked at me when she made that last comment that bothered me. It wasn't guilt that I saw. It was more a look of sadness.

"Really?" I asked.

Stacy's expression quickly changed and she laughed at me and said, "Really. I sense that there is something still bothering you that you are not telling me. You are not still worried that Steve is trying to seduce me are you?"

There was no anger in her voice as she spoke. It was more like she was laughing at me but then I saw that sadness again. What the hell was that?

"Mark, why don't you tell me what's really on your mind," she said, "

"I'd rather not," I said, "I am ashamed of myself for what I thought."

"Now you have to tell me," Stacy said. "I am not letting you get away with a statement like that and not tell me everything."

"You have to promise not to get mad."

"I'll wait till I hear what you have to say before I make any promises."

So I told her the whole story about how I couldn't find her when I arrived at the party and how I was told that she was seen talking with Steve. I told her that someone told me that they saw a tall very attractive blond leave with Steve. I told her about the panic I felt and how sick it made me. Then I waited for the anger but it didn't come. Again, I saw the brief look of sadness but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. I wasn't even sure if I had really seen it.

"You thought I might have gone off somewhere with Steve?' This Stacy said not with anger but with impatience. "I told you before, Steve doesn't mean anything to me. I just get a kick out of the way he is always trying to flirt with me. It hurts me that you actually thought that I might have been with him today. Steve is no threat to you. I can't believe you still don't trust me."

"You're right. I shouldn't have doubted you," I said.

"Well, it should make you happy to know that Steve came to the party with a date. She was tall, blond, attractive and married. They only stayed for a short time."

Stacy kissed me and said, "I guess this is partly my fault. I knew you didn't like it when Steve flirted with me and I should have been more sensitive about your feelings. I'll make a deal with you. If you don't act jealous anymore I will stay away from Steve. Okay?"

I agreed.

"Why don't we go upstairs," she said, "and you can thank me."

Thank her? I wasn't sure what she meant by that.

As I followed Stacy up the stairs I couldn't help staring at her wonderful ass in her tight shorts. It was right in front of my face. When we got to the top of the stairs I pulled Stacy's shorts and panties down and stuck my tongue between her nicely rounded globes. I took her right there at the top of the stairs and then we went to bed and made love again very slowly.

Afterward as we lay in each other's arms we began to talk.

"Don't you think it's time we started a family?" Stacy asked.

"I am ready if you are," I said. "You're the one that has wanted to wait."

"I know but I am ready now," Stacy said. "I stopped taking my birth control pills last week."

"You did? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't tell you because I wanted to wait until I was fertile again, like I was tonight," she said. "So it may already be too late for you to change your mind about wanting a baby."

I kissed Stacy and said, "I hope it is too late."
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posted up to 30th page

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Thanks for your great work

your welcome

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Brother why you remove the last story?

I posted it by mistake bro it is another thread story

[Ramesh_Rocky]

ZERO TOLERANCE

PART10

Sunday morning I went out to the garage to put the seats back into Stacy's van when I noticed that the passenger side had a lot of mud splattered on it. I decided to take the van out to the self-service car wash and clean it up for Stacy. She hated to drive the van when it was dirty. I could have washed it at home but I had another reason I wanted to slip out of the house.

I went into the house and found Stacy doing laundry and she looked up at me as I approached.

"Why don't we ask Ed and Linda to come over for drinks tonight?" Stacy said.

"That's fine with me but remember I have to go to Atlanta in the morning so they can't stay late."

"I almost forgot about your trip," Stacy said. "How long will you be gone?"

"If everything goes well I'll be home Wednesday night, if not Thursday night," I said. "Why do you ask? Are you planning to take a lover while I'm gone?"

"Only if I can find one that is better in bed than you." Stacy was laughing as she said that.

As I headed back out of the house I called back to Stacy, "I'm going to take the van out to get it washed. I'll be gone a couple of hours."

"You don't need to do that. I was going to clean it myself later," Stacy yelled.

I pretended not to hear and I left Stacy to deal with the dirty underwear and I headed out to run my errand. In addition to washing the truck I wanted to stop by the mall and buy a gift for Stacy. The gift was to be part apology for thinking that she might have gone off with Steve and it was part thank you for understanding my feelings about Steve and finally agreeing to avoid him in the future. It was also something I wanted to do for the mother to be even if she wasn't pregnant yet.

The stop at the mall didn't take very long. I already knew what I wanted to get. It was a pair of diamond earrings that Stacy had said she liked. I also stopped by the Hallmark store and bought a card to go with the gift. With my purchases made I left the mall and headed off to the car wash.

I pulled up in front of the vacuum cleaners and started with the front seat and when that was done I opened the side doors to clean the back. Behind the drivers seat I found a bag from MacDonald's. The bag was lying on its side and there was a wet spot on the floor around it. Apparently Ed and Linda had stopped at MacDonald's when they went to pick up their antique desk. I wished that they hadn't left the bag in the van. When it tipped over the melting ice in their drink cups spilled out and soaked through the bag. I just hoped it didn't leave a stain on the carpet.

When I picked the bag up the wet paper split open and two drink cups, two Big Mac wrappers, one super sized French fry container with a few fries left in it, two used napkins, four empty ketchup containers and a tissue spilled out onto the floor of the van. I was cursing Ed as I used one of the cups to gather up the trash that had fallen out of the bag. I had everything in the cup except the tissue, which I really didn't want to handle because I figured one of them had blown their nose in it. I carefully picked the tissue up by the corner and I got a real shock when a used condom fell out of the tissue. Luckily, the condom had been tied to keep its contents from leaking out but that didn't make finding it any less disturbing.

I was a little pissed at Ed and Linda. I didn't really care that they had a quickie with their lunch in the back of the van but they should have had the decency to get rid of the evidence. Stacy was almost obsessive when it came to keeping her van clean and I was sure she would have a fit if she knew what Ed and Linda had done in it. I decided to keep the condom and give it back to Ed that night as both a joke and a subtle hint that they should have cleaned up after themselves.

I used the tissue to carefully picked the condom up and drop it into the empty drink cup and put it under the driver's seat and then I got rid of the rest of the trash. After that I finished cleaning the inside of the truck and then washed it. Later, when I got home I didn't mention my discovery to Stacy. No reason she would ever have to know about it.

At six o'clock that evening I went up to my room to pack for my trip. Once I had my bag packed I wrapped Stacy's gift and I was getting ready to sign the card I bought when I heard her coming upstairs. I quickly hid the gift and the card in my bag just before Stacy came into the room.

She had a strange expression on her face when she came into the room but she didn't say anything. She just stood there looking at me as if she expected me to say something.

"What?"

"You better get changed. Ed and Linda will be here in about a half hour," she said and then left the room.

I was sure that something was bothering Stacy but I had no idea what it might be. I quickly washed up and changed. I went back downstairs and found Stacy fixing some snacks. When I entered the kitchen she looked up at me as though she was again waiting for me to say something.

"Is something bothering you?" I asked.

"No. Should there be?"

"I don't think so but you keep looking at me as if I smelled like dog shit." I said.

Stacy laughed.

"No, you don't smell like dog poop. I was just wondering if you were going to make love to me tonight. Just in case we didn't make a baby last night."

"It would be my great pleasure to make love to you tonight," I said.

Stacy seemed to have returned to normal. She was smiling and relaxed as she continued to fix the snacks.

Ed and Linda arrived a few minutes later and we all went out onto the deck where I had an ice chest full of beer and we sat around and relaxed. There seemed to be two different conversations going on all the time. I would be talking to Ed and Stacy to Linda and then it was me talking to Linda and Ed to Stacy and only occasionally were all four of us talking about the same thing.

After finishing two beers I went into the house to use the bathroom. As I stood there relieving myself I decided that saving that used condom was a little sick so instead of returning to the group on the deck I slipped out to the garage to get rid of it. I opened the side door and reached under the driver's seat but the cup wasn't there. I put my head on the floor so I could look under the seat but couldn't find it. I thought that it must have slipped out while I was driving so I searched the whole inside of the van but still could not find the cup.

I thought back over my actions and tried to remember for sure what I did with that cup. I was absolutely certain that I had put it under the seat. Then it occurred to me that Stacy must have been in the van looking for something and found the cup. I hoped that she had tossed it in the trash without looking inside. I opened the trashcan in the garage but neither the cup nor the used condom was in there. That's when it hit me that Stacy must have seen the used condom. She knew I took the van to the car wash so there shouldn't have been any trash left in the van. Stacy must have wondered why the cup was hidden under the driver's seat with a used condom in it. Then she probably would have wondered why it took me two hours to get the van washed.

Those odd looks she had been giving me earlier suddenly made sense. Stacy must have wondered if the used condom in the van belonged to me. Could she have been thinking that I had been messing around with someone in the back of the van when I was supposed to be at the car wash?

I should never have brought that used condom home with me. In order to convince her that the condom wasn't mine I would have to tell her it was Ed's and then I would have to explain why I had saved the used condom. What kind of sicko keeps someone else's used condoms?

My one hope was that Stacy didn't look inside the cup but just took it out and threw it in the trashcan outside. I wondered if I should just keep my mouth shut and wait to see if Stacy said anything. I knew that wasn't a good idea. If she didn't say anything I wouldn't know what she was thinking and I didn't want to leave town for three or four days if she was thinking that I might have cheated on her. I was going to have to address it with her as soon as Ed and Linda went home.

When I went back out on the deck Stacy gave me another of those looks.

"Where have you been?" She asked. "We were beginning to think you fell in."

Somehow I sensed that she knew what I had been doing. She knew that I had gone out to check on the prize I had hidden under the seat. I decided then to hint at what Ed and Linda had done in the van and hope that Stacy would catch on.

I started by asking Ed about their trip to Concord.

"How was the trip up to Concord yesterday?" I asked.

"It was fine," Ed said.

"Did you have any fun on the trip?" I asked.

"Fun? What kind of fun can you have on a trip to Concord?" Ed responded.

It seemed to me that Ed was determined not to admit to anything and when I looked at Linda I saw no sign of embarrassment on her part. If I didn't know better I might have thought that they didn't leave that condom in the van.

It's funny how we move through our lives. We make decisions about where we want to be years from now and then make plans on how we are going to get there. Everything moves slowly and you always think there is plenty of time but them something happens that changes everything in the blink of an eye. That's what happened when I asked my next question.

"Did you have any trouble getting the desk into the van?"

"Oh, we didn't use the van. I wasn't sure if the desk would fit in your van so I had my father-in-law drive me up to concord in his pick up truck."

I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that Stacy was looking at me. When I looked up she turned away but before she did I saw that she had the same expression on her face as she did when she came into the bedroom as I was hiding her gift.

I felt sick for rest of the evening. I just wanted Ed and Linda to leave so I could talk to Stacy about what I found in the van.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

ZERO TOLERANCE

PART11


Ed and Linda finally left around 10:15 PM. Stacy started cleaning up the kitchen while I got rid of the empty bottles and took some papers down to the trash can. I looked around quickly to see if Stacy could see me and when I was comfortable that she couldn't I made a quick search of the trashcan. There wasn't much in it, just a few food wrappers and a Macdonald's cup. After another look to make sure Stacy wasn't looking I reached in the can and pulled out the cup. The condom was not inside. I looked around inside the trashcan but there was no sign of that condom. I wondered what Stacy had done with it.

I went back into the house full of trepidation. As hard as I tried I could come up with no reasonable explanation for finding that condom in Stacy's van.

When I walked into the kitchen Stacy gave me that look again. Was it guilt? Was she waiting for me to ask her about the condom so she could start confessing her sins? I knew that I was going to have to pick the time for this conversation. I had to make sure that I was calm enough to handle the answers to my questions. I was still holding out hope that there was an explanation that would not destroy our marriage.

I decide that I would wait until we got upstairs and then say something like, "Did you throw away the cup I had under the seat in the truck? I found it while I was cleaning out the van. Do you know how it got there?" The question wouldn't be in the form of an accusation. It would give her a chance to answer me calmly. Then it would be up to me to decide if she was telling me the truth or not.

While Stacy was filling the dishwasher I headed upstairs to the bedroom. I was getting nervous when it seemed to be taking Stacy longer than it should to finish loading the dishwasher. I listened at the top of the stirs for a few minutes. I could not hear anything for a while and then I heard the squeak of one of our kitchen chairs as Stacy got up. I guess she had been sitting there trying to decide how to handle things.

Finally I heard Stacy approaching the stairs so I ducked back into the bedroom and pretended to be finishing my packing when she came into the room. Stacy stood at the door looking at me with that strange expression on her face again and then without saying a word she came over and kissed me.

It was a deep tongue kiss that started the blood flowing into my soon to be erect cock. For the next couple of minutes I kept waiting for Stacy to pull away from me and to either confess or wait for me to ask her about the condom.

After the kiss Stacy didn't say anything so I knew it was up to me.

"Stacy, did you throw away the MacDonald's cup that was under the seat in the van?" I asked.

I felt Stacy's body stiffen and she hesitated a minute before she said, "Yes. I was looking for my sunglasses and saw the cup under the seat."

"Did you happen to see what was inside the cup?" I asked.

"Yes. I have been wondering how that got there." She answered quickly.

"I found it yesterday when I was cleaning the interior of the van. It was in a MacDonald's bag along with food wrappers and drink cups. The bag was wet from the melted ice in the cups and when I tried to pick the bag up it broke open. The condom had been wrapped in a tissue. I thought at the time that Ed and Linda must have had a little party on the way to Concord but they didn't use the van yesterday."

"Why didn't you throw it away?"

"I don't know," I said. "I was a little pissed when I found it. I was going to say something to Ed about it tonight but decided to just forget about it instead."

"Good thing you didn't confront him with it. That would have been embarrassing."

Stacy seemed to be relaxed as she started getting undressed. I wondered, if she was innocent, why wasn't she questioning me about the source of that used condom?

"So Stacy, where do you think that condom came from?"
(TO BE CONTINUED)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

ZERO TOLERANCE
LAST PART


Stacy's face flushed red as she began to speak. "You promise not to get angry?"

"How can I promise that when I have no idea what you are going to say?" I said as calmly as possible.

"Yesterday, after Ed and Linda left for Concord with Linda's father John Fisher called and asked me if he could borrow the van for a few hours to run some errands. I said he could. I can't believe he left that mess in the van. I will give him hell for it next time I see him."

"Jesus, why the hell would you let him borrow the van." I almost yelled.

"Don't get like that with me. That is my van and if I want to loan it to a friend I will," Stacy yelled back at me.

I didn't like the idea of Stacy loaning her van to John Fisher but at least that explained the used condom. Banging one of his new hires in the back of the van was just the kind of stunt he would pull.

Stacy striped off her bra and panties and put a sexy nightgown and then said she was going down to get a glass of water and asked it I wanted anything. I told her to bring me a glass too.

When she left the room I got her gift and the card out of my bag and started looking around the room for a pen. I couldn't find one and when I heard Stacy coming back up the stairs I took the gift and the card into the bathroom and hid them in my drawer.

I went back into the bedroom as Stacy was setting the glasses of water on the bedside table.

"Do you have a pen up here?" I asked.

"I think there's one in my handbag. Why."

"You'll see in a minute," I said as I grabbed her handbag off the floor and headed into the bathroom.

It always amazed me how much junk Stacy had in her handbag. I had to pull a lot of stuff out before I found a pen. I quickly signed the card and began stuffing things back into her bag and wondering why she never throws anything away. It always struck me as being funny that she would be obsessively neat in some areas of her life and a slob in other areas. Her handbag was a perfect example of the latter. During this process of putting things back into her bag I dropped something on the floor. I looked down I saw a five dollar bill and two one dollar bills folded together. When I picked them up I noticed that there was a piece of paper folded up with that money. That was typical of Stacy. She would buy something and when she got her change she would just roll the bills together with the receipt and stuff them in her bag.

"What's going on in there?" Stacy shouted from the bedroom. "You've been gone fifteen minutes."

"I'll be there in a minute," I said.

I guess it was probably another ten minutes before I went back into the bedroom.

Stacy was lying on the bed when I came into the room and she stood up and moved toward me as I approached the bed. Stacy kissed me and said, "Are we going to make a baby tonight?"

Stacy kissed me again and pushed her hand inside my pants and started stroking my semi-erect member. Stacy sat down on the edge of the bed and opened my pants and pushed them down and helped me step out of them. She did the same with my underpants and then took my cock into her mouth and was soon bringing me close to a climax. I managed to control myself and pull away from her. I picked Stacy up and dropped her on the bed and then I striped off my clothes I joined Stacy on the bed and began to explore her body with my hands and tongue.

I kissed and licked her neck as I watched the goose flesh pop out on her thighs. I opened her nightgown and moved down to take a nipple into my mouth as I slowly inserted a finger into her pussy. I would have thought by the way she came after me that she was already hot and very aroused but I was somewhat surprised to find that she wasn't very wet. I worked my finger deeper into her sex and began to tease her clitoris with my thumb. Soon Stacy's love channel began to respond coating my fingers with her natural juices. When Stacy began to breathe hard I moved down and began to give her oral pleasure and I enjoyed the taste of her hot sex. I sucked Stacy's clitoris between my lips and flicked my tongue across it until she erupted into orgasm.

After her orgasm I rolled Stacy onto her stomach and lifted her hips up so that she was on her knees and then I pushed the stiff blood engorged cock into her from behind and pounded Stacy until I felt my climax begin to build. When I knew that I could hold back no longer I pulled out of Stacy's dripping pussy and began stroking my cock by hand as I shot my load of hot semen onto her ass.

When I was sure that my balls were empty I got off the bed and went to the bathroom to wash my cock off. Then I returned to the bedroom and began to get dressed as Stacy watched me with a look of disbelief on her face.

"Why did you do that and why are you getting dressed?" she asked.

"Why did I do what?"

"Why did you pull out and cum on my butt? I can't get pregnant if you don't cum inside me," she said.

I didn't say anything until I slipped my shoes on.

"I have to go. I am going to stay at one of the hotels out by the airport," I said.

"What's going on?" Stacy asked. "You are beginning to scare me."

"If I stay here things are likely to get a lot more scary," I said.

"I don't understand. Tell me what is going on."

"Okay. You want to know why I pulled out? I pulled out because I don't want to have a baby with you," I said.

Somehow I managed to enjoy the look of shock on her face.

For a moment Stacy looked like she might start crying. "I don't understand. Why are you acting this way?" she asked.

"I decided to let your other lover get you pregnant. After I leave you can call him and tell him that he no longer has to use a condom when he fucks you. That should make you both very happy," I said.

"Mark, what are you talking about?"

"Stacy, it's over. I know that whoever used that condom used it to fuck you."

The look on Stacy's face was one of her unreadable expressions. I couldn't even tell if she cared that she had been found out.

"Where would you get an idea like that, Mark? How could you think that I would ever cheat on you?" Stacy said.

"If you bothered to clean out your handbag once in a while, you might have gotten away with this," I said and pulled two slips of paper out of my pocket and threw them at her. "Do you know what I was doing all that time I was in the bathroom? When I went out today I bought you those diamond earrings you like so much. I wanted to give them to you tonight to express my love to you. I also bought a card to go with the gift. That's why I needed a pen."

Stacy was totally confused. She still didn't know where I was headed with my ramblings.

"I found the pen in the bottom of your bag. I also found these two receipts. The first one was issued at 12:30 PM yesterday at MacDonald's. I thought it was quite a coincidence that you bought two Big Macs, one large order of fires and two medium drinks and I found a MacDonald's bag in the back of the van with the remains of that exact meal.

"Being the trusting husband that I am I searched the rest of your bag looking for anything that would prove me wrong. So what did I find? A receipt from Thompson's Pharmacy dated yesterday afternoon. Imagine my surprise when I saw that you purchased a package of condoms and a tube of vaginal moisturizer. Now why the fuck would you need those items?"

Stacy's eyes were opened wide and her face had gone complete white. When she didn't say anything I bent down and finished tying my shoes. That task completed I straightened up again and I looked over at Stacy. She was staring at me seemingly unable to speak.

"By the way. I will be returning the diamond earrings," I said. "Somehow I don't think you deserve them."

As I picked up my bag and started out of the room Stacy finally found her voice.

"Please don't go. Let's talk about this."

I gave her a look like I thought she was crazy. "Talk about what?" I asked. "You fucked Steve behind my back and then tried to lie to me when I found the evidence. You cheat on me then tell me you want to have a baby with me. How can you calmly sit there and act like we have anything more to discuss?"

"You can't go out of town being mad at me. We need to talk about this."

"What the fuck have you been smoking? You think I am just supposed to forgive you for fucking some guy in the back of your van? What, do you think you are still a fucking teenager?"

"Mark, I know you're upset but let me explain..."

"There are three things I don't want to hear from you right now," I said. "I don't want to hear you say that you can explain. I don't want to hear you say that you are sorry and I don't want to hear you say that you didn't mean to hurt me."

I still couldn't read the expression on Stacy's face. I thought I saw a tear but she appeared to be so calm that I doubted it. I would have expected her to be crying and begging me for another chance. I was beginning to think that she really didn't care. How could she have been the sexual dynamo she had been the past two nights as she told me how much she loved me and that she wanted to have my baby and then turn around and tear my heart out? Had all that been just an act? Had she just stopped loving me?

"Mark, please stay and talk to me."

"The only thing I want to know before I leave is how long have you been cheating on me?" I asked.
She did not answer at first. But then suddenly she started to speak.

"Yesterday was the last…… please believe me. We had only two fucking sessions before that.
“Why Stacy……….why” I shouted.
I just wanted to check how it fills to have some other persons cock inside me. I already told Steve that it will just be a 2 or 3 fucking sessions and that will be the end of our little affair. He also agreed. There was no love involved in those fucks. Just to have some pleasure and fun….that’s it……….its true….you must believe me.
Tell me, yesterday when you did you do that? I asked.

In the party. Just 15-20 minutes of humping. That’s it. I swear.

Where? I asked again.

Well we were not getting any place inside the house. We were frustrated. Then certainly I came with the idea of using the back side of my van.
Oh…. so you purchased the van because you wanted some more space….. so that you can enjoy a quickie with Steve.
No I swear it is not true. I mean…. I wanted it in my van but not with Steve. That time I have not decided who will be the guy. But Yeas….I was dreaming for a long time to have some fun inside a van. I saw it in a movie and I liked the idea very much. It was about a busy housewife and a mother of 3. She wanted some outside marriage fuck to change the taste. She found one of her neighbors. They were doing it inside the van so that after their release they can reach home quickly. After watching the movie it became my dream to fuck someone other than you in the backside of a van.


That’s why you requested me to remove the back seat of the van. I thought it’s because of Ed and Linda.

She did not answer.
“Tell me what happened after that” I shouted.
After that session he left and I went to toilet to clean my self. And then I joined those girls sitting with their husbands behind that oak tree.
So you have no regrets….I said in a husky voice.

Look mark it’s just about 2,3 fucking sessions and that was it. Do you really think a few fucks could make any difference? I still love you and you know that I will continue to love you for the rest of my life. I am sorry that I fucked around your back. I admit that I was unfaithful. But just for having someone’s cock inside my pussy once or twice…….you can’t leave me like this. How could you forget all those beautiful moments we spend together? I knew Steve Lydon was a ladies man. I knew you don’t like him. But he was so irresistible that I could not control my self. It just happened. I could not control the situation because of my freaking dream. I just wanted to have some fun before taking the huge responsibilities of a mother. Please forgive me.

I didn't know what the hell she was trying to say and I really didn't care. I looked at Stacy to see if I could get any kind of hint as to what was going on inside her head but nothing in her expression gave me any kind of clue. I wasn't sure that it would have made any difference anyway. I swear I will not give you any chance to complain for the rest of my life,

"Good bye, Stacy," I said as I headed for the stairs.
"Why are you leaving?" Stacy asked and for the first time I could hear a little panic in her voice.
“Pl don’t leave me like this Mark . Every human being makes mistake. I am sure we will work out something about it. Don’t punish me like this Mark…….please”. She cried out loudly this time.


I looked straight in to her eyes and said
"Do you remember the discussion we had before we had sex for the first time? When we swore to each other that we would never be unfaithful."
"Yes," she said, "Of course I remember that."
"Well, I guess I believed you meant it, because I did. There were two words you used that night that I have lived with all these years. Do you remember?"
Stacy didn't answer.
"Zero Tolerance," I said and then I walked down the stairs and out of the house.
(END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

FIDELITY

1ST PART


In the summer of 1991 I had just gotten out of the army and returned home to Atlanta with the intention of getting my engineering degree at Georgia Tech. I had spent a year in college there before I went into the service and now all I wanted to do was get back to college and finish what I had started, so I enrolled in summer classes that June.

I had two goals that summer. The first was to get back into student mode as quickly as possible and the second was to get laid as often as possible. As it turned out I was only successful in meeting my first goal and that’s because I met Wendy.

I noticed Wendy the first day of classes. She was in my Philosophy class and had taken the seat next to me. Wendy was tall, five feet eleven inches, with long dark brown hair and blue eyes. She told me she was from Oak Park, Illinois, a suburb of Chicago and came to Tech to get away from the cold winters. I liked her right away and by Friday of that first week I had managed to get a date with her.

Wendy made it obvious that I wasn’t going to get into her pants, at least not for quite some time. She told me that she was a virgin and was planning to remain one until she meet and fell in love with the right man.

I was torn. I wanted to get laid and it appeared that the only way I could do that was to find a girl who wasn’t looking for her Prince Charming and was willing to have sex just for the fun of it. I also want to continue my relationship with Wendy, but I knew if I tried to do both Wendy would find out and I would lose her.

I surprised myself by giving up my quest to get laid and concentrated on building my relationship with Wendy. It took me three months to get Wendy to go to bed with me but it was worth it. It happened on a weekend near the end of September. We had gone out on our usual Friday night routine. Dinner at a fast food restaurant and then to a party at a friend’s apartment. That evening I sensed that something was wrong. Wendy was very quiet and kept wandering away from me at the party. I was beginning to think that she was getting ready to break up with me.

At ten o’clock Wendy told me she wanted to go home. This just added to my worry because Wendy never wanted to go back to her dorm before midnight on a weekend. I asked her if she wasn’t feeling well hoping that might be reason for her strange behavior. She said, “I’m fine, I just want to leave.”

I felt a little better thinking it was just the party she wanted to leave. When we got to the car I asked her where she wanted to go and she said, “Weren’t you listening? I said I want to go home. Take me back to the dorm.”

There was an edge in her voice when she spoke that told me that I shouldn’t ask any questions. On the ride back to her dorm Wendy didn’t say another word. When we pulled up at her dorm I got out of the car and started around to open Wendy’s door but she got out before I got to the door and started to walk to the dorm. I ran after her and fell in step next to her and we walked silently to the main entrance to the dorm. At the door, instead of letting me come in with her, Wendy turned to me and said good night. I tried to kiss her but she pulled back and said, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

I walked back to my car feeling a little sick. I knew that when I talked to Wendy the next day she was going to tell me it was over. On the drive to my apartment I tried to figure out what could have gone wrong. Had I done something to upset her? I couldn’t imagine what that might be. Or had Wendy met another guy and fallen in love with him. I was miserable. I thought Wendy was the woman I would spend the rest of my life with and now I was about to lose her.

When I got to my apartment I didn’t even turn the lights on. I just sat in the dark and tried to make sense out Wendy’s behavior. I had been sitting there about a half hour when I began to hear a noise in my head. I couldn’t make the noise go away then I suddenly realized the noise was my phone ringing. I must have fallen asleep in the chair. I jumped up and banged my chin on a table as I tried to get to the phone and collapsed on the floor in pain. Before I could get up the answering machine picked up the phone. After my lame not at home message completed I heard Wendy’s voice asking, “Jim, are you there?
Please pick up the phone.”

I got to the phone just as she hung up. I wondered if I should call her back. Was she calling to break up with me or was I worrying about nothing? I decided to call.

When she answered the phone she asked me where I was when she called. I told her about banging my chin and falling down, hoping that she would take sympathy on me and decide not to break up. She said, “I’m sorry I made you hurt yourself. The reason I called was to apologize for the way I was acting all evening. I had something on my mind, a decision I was trying to make and it seemed like the party and you were interfering with my ability to think clearly.”

I was afraid of what was coming next. I said, “So have you made your decision?”

“Yes, but before I tell you I have to ask you something.”

“Ask me anything.”

“Do you really love me?”

“Yes. How could you ever doubt that?”

“I was sure you did but I just wanted to hear you say it. I’ve decided it’s time.”

“Time for what?”

“For us to make love. For you to come inside me and make me completely yours.”

I was stunned. My hands were shaking and my heart was pounding because of the bad news I expected and then my hands were shaking and my heart was pounding because of the good news I got. I asked Wendy if she was sure and she said, “I am sure. I have been thinking about this for more than a week. I want to do it tomorrow night. Now that I finally told you I just want to go to sleep. I love you and I am looking forward to tomorrow night.”

I told her that I loved her too and we hung up. I was sitting there in the dark, my shin was throbbing in pain and I had an erection that wouldn’t quit. I thought about relieving myself but decided to save it for Wendy.

PICKING THE CHERRY

The next morning I told Randy, my roommate, that I wanted to have Wendy spend the night. Randy understood the situation and said that he would spend the night at his girlfriend’s apartment to give me some privacy. That evening I picked Wendy up at seven and took her to a nice restaurant for dinner then we went to a local bar where they had dancing. We had a couple of drinks and danced a little then I asked Wendy if she was ready to go back to my apartment. She said, “I’m very ready.”

When we got to the apartment I turned on my CD player, which I had loaded with five CDs of love songs before I picked Wendy up. Then I got the bottle of Champaign that I bought that afternoon out of the refrigerator and poured us each a glass. I made a toast to our love then I set the glasses aside and took Wendy in my arms. I had never been this excited while kissing Wendy before. I had kissed her breasts before and even had my hand in her pants several times but this time was different, because I knew that I was going to put my hard cock inside her for the first time. We kissed and fondled each other
And I slowly removed her clothes. I had had her blouse opened and her bra unhooked before but I had never seen her in just her panties before. She was beautiful.

I took her hand and led her into the bedroom and then I quickly stripped off my clothes
And joined her on the bed. While kissing her again I pushed my hand inside her panties and slipped my finger inside her. As I rubbed my finger on her clitoris, Wendy whispered, “I think you better do it now before I explode.”

Wendy lifted her legs as I pulled her panties off then she spread them so that I could get between her thighs and penetrate her virgin pussy with my rock hard cock. I quickly put on a condom and positioned the head of my cock at the opening between Wendy’s labia. Wendy was very tight and I had to proceed slowly so that I wouldn’t hurt her but when I pushed my cock all of the way in Wendy let out a gasp of pain then she wrapped her arms around me and held me so tight that I couldn’t move for a couple of minutes. When she relaxed her grip I began pumping my cock into her slowly and when she didn’t seem to be suffering any more pain I picked up the pace and finally climaxed.

As I lay on top of her with my shrinking member still inside her I asked, “Are you all right? Did I hurt you too much?”

“I’m okay. It hurt a little at first but it started feeling betting toward the end.”

When I pulled out of her Wendy marveled at the amount of my semen inside the condom.
Wendy began to play with my limp cock and said, “I am going to the doctor this week to get birth control pills so that we don’t have to use a condom. I want to feel your mess inside me.”

We made love again that night before we went to sleep and we did it again in the morning as soon as we woke up. After that Wendy couldn’t get enough of me. We were in love and hot for each other’s bodies.

We got married right after graduation. I continued on to get my masters degree and Wendy started a career in office design with a firm in Atlanta.

We had a great marriage. Wendy was completely devoted to me. Our marriage was based on love and trust and worked like a well-oiled machine. We watched in dismay as the marriages of people we knew fell apart, usually because one of the couple cheated on the other. Wendy always got angry with the person who cheated and wouldn’t allow us to associate with that person any longer. Wendy said that she believed in the sanctity of marriage and that there was never an excuse for cheating on your spouse. Wendy felt that if you love your spouse you don’t cheat on them and if you don’t love your spouse you should get a divorce before you start dating. To her, fidelity in a marriage was black and white. There were no gray areas. I knew that Wendy would never tolerate it if I cheated on her. There wouldn’t be any second chances. She would leave me and that would be the end of it. I had no intention of cheating on Wendy because I agreed with her about the importance of fidelity in a marriage.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

FIDELITY
2nd PART


THE REUNION

Last summer was the ten-year reunion for Wendy’s high college class. Wendy’s parents had moved from Oak Park to San Diego five years earlier so we hadn’t been back to her hometown since our marriage. Wendy wanted to go to her reunion so I agreed to go back with her. Two days before we were to leave for the reunion my boss, Jason Kane, called me and said that we had a major problem on one of our projects and he needed me in Jacksonville right away.

Wendy was disappointed and was ready to cancel our reservations. I told her she should go and have fun. Wendy was reluctant to go without me. Since we got married we haven’t been apart very often and Wendy always hated it when I had to go out of town on business. Now we would be apart for nearly a week. In the end Wendy decided to go to the reunion and we talked about her maybe flying down to Jacksonville after the reunion.

While I was in Jacksonville I called Wendy every night. On the third night there, Jason and I went out for drinks. After three martinis I was feeling no pain and when Jason suggested that we invite two attractive women that he had been talking to us to go to dinner, I agreed.

I don’t remember much about the dinner or the conversation that night. I do remember that Jason left with one of the women around ten o’clock leaving me at the restaurant with the other. Her name was Susan. She was blonde, blue eyed and very sexy and for the first time since I had met Wendy I was thinking of having sex with another woman.

Susan invited me to her apartment and I accepted. On the way there in a taxi Susan was all over me. She was kissing me and hand her hand in my crotch squeezing my cock, which was getting quite hard. As we pulled up in front of her apartment building my cell phone rang. Susan got out of the car and I answered the phone as I paid the driver. It was Wendy on the phone. I told her that I couldn’t talk, that I would call her back in fifteen minutes. Then I told the cabbie to wait for me and I got out and told Susan that something had come up and I had to leave. I didn’t wait for a response. I got back into the taxi and told the driver to take me to my hotel. On the way to my hotel I thought about what almost happened. I had almost cheated on Wendy. I began to think about the timing of her phone call. It was as if Wendy was psychic and somehow knew that she needed to intercede to prevent me from doing something that could destroy our marriage.

When I got back to my room I called Wendy’s hotel room. After about seven rings the voice message service picked up. They said that Wendy wasn’t in but I could leave a message. I didn’t bother to leave a message; I just called her cell phone instead. Wendy answered on the third ring. I asked her where she was and she said, “I’m in bed. I just turned the television off and was ready to go to sleep.”

I said, “Why didn’t you answer your room phone?”

“I never heard it ring.”

I thought that a little odd, but didn’t question it. Then I asked about the reunion. Wendy said, “It has been great but can I tell you about it tomorrow. I’m really tired now. It’s amazing how much everyone has changed yet stayed the same.”

I said, “We can talk about it tomorrow. I’m glad that you’re having a good time. Are you going to be able to come down here?”

“I guess that depends on you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’d really like to stay here another couple of days and come home on Thursday. Would you mind?”

“If that’s what you really want. I’ve had you to myself the last ten years; I guess I can let your friends have you for a few days. You have fun with and hopefully I will see you at home on Friday. I love you Bye.”

Wendy said, “I love you too. Bye.”

I listened for her to hand up and just before the line went dead I heard a car horn on the phone. It was loud and sounded like it was pretty close to Wendy. I didn’t think anything of it as I set the phone down.

I went into the bathroom to take a couple of aspirin and brush my teeth. As I was brushing my teeth and looking at myself in the mirror I felt like something was wrong but I couldn’t figure out what was bothering me. I guessed that it was because I’d had too much to drink but it didn’t feel like that was the problem.

Because of the drinks I‘d consumed I expected to fall asleep quickly but I didn’t. As I lay in bed I began reviewing the events of the evening in my head. I thought about how close I had come to cheating on Wendy and how her call came just in time to stop me.
Then I began to wonder why she didn’t here the phone ring in her hotel room when the phone couldn’t have been more than a couple of feet from her. Then there was the car horn I heard. I began to think that maybe Wendy wasn’t in her room when I called her.
Maybe she was actually here in Jacksonville. Maybe she flew down here to surprise me and saw me with Susan and she followed us and called me when we pulled up in front of Susan’s apartment.

‘Oh God.’ If she saw me with Susan she must be really pissed at me. But she didn’t sound upset with me on the phone.

After about an hour of torturing myself I finally fell asleep. In the morning I felt much better. I realized that Wendy wasn’t in Jacksonville. She never would have let seeing me with another woman pass. She would have told me she saw me and I would be in deep shit. I knew now that she didn’t answer the hotel phone, probably because something was wrong with it and it didn’t ring in the room. And the car horn I heard was either on the television or here room was on the ground floor near the parking lot or the street.

I was glad to have that settled.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

FIDELITY
3RD PART



I managed to finish the job on Friday and Wendy was waiting for me with open arms when I arrived home Friday evening. She had prepared a nice dinner and as we ate she told me all about her reunion. She told me what all of her friends were doing which was interesting even though I didn’t know any of them. After dinner Wendy put the dishes in the dishwasher and took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom.

Wendy kissed me and said, “I missed you.” Then she kissed me again.

“I missed you too.”

After a few minutes of very passionate kissing we got undressed and climbed on the bed.
I was massaging her breasts and sucking on the nipples and Wendy was stroking my engorged cock when she suddenly asked, “When I called you the other night, what were you doing?”

“What night?” Did she know?

“You know. The night I called and you said that you were busy and would have to call me back. I called you at ten o’clock, which means it was eleven o’clock in Jacksonville.
What were you doing at that hour that kept you from being able to talk to me?”

My first impulse was to answer her with a question, ‘What are you talking about?’ But I realized that if I asked a question it would appear that I was stalling for time while I was making up a lie. I said, “Jason and I were sitting in the bar. He was a bit drunk and it would have been very difficult to talk to you in front of him. I had to get him to go up to bed so that I could go back to my room to call you.”

I was pretty proud of myself for coming up with a response so quickly that not only explained why I couldn’t talk to her but also explained why it was another half hour before I was able to call her back.

Wendy said, “Is that the truth?”

“Of course it is.”

“Then why have you gone limp?”

She was right. My cock had betrayed me. In my panic to come up with a good answer I had lost my erection. I said, “Your questions upset me. You make me feel as if you don’t trust me. How am I supposed to stay aroused under these circumstances?”

“I’m sorry. I was just teasing you. Let me see if I can help you.” Wendy took my semi hard cock into her mouth and brought it back to full erection. With my member at full attention I moved between Wendy’s legs and entered her. We made love slowly and after we held each other and talked. I asked her if she had a nice hotel room and she said, It was great. I was on the fifteenth floor overlooking the pool. It was very quiet.”
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

FIDELITY
3RD PART


THE WEDDING

It has been a year since my trip to Jacksonville and Wendy never mentioned the phone call again. There was a side benefit of our time apart. It seemed to have improved our sex life. Our sex life prior to that had been good. We made love about twice a week, which wasn’t bad after six years of marriage. After I came back from Jacksonville
Our lovemaking increased to four times a week. I guessed that being apart for a week had resulted in an increase in our passion. Absence really does make the heart grow fonder.

A few months ago Wendy was asked to be in a wedding for one of her old high college friends this summer. Wendy was excited about being in the wedding and I promised that nothing would keep me from going to the wedding with her.

The wedding was five months ago in Oak Park. We flew up to Chicago on Friday and checked into the airport Hyatt. We relaxed at the hotel that afternoon then drove a rental car out to Oak Park for the rehearsal. After the rehearsal there was a dinner hosted by the parents of the groom. I had a good time meeting Wendy’s friends. The bride and groom Barbara and George, Barbara’s brother Dave and their parents.

The wedding was at noon on Saturday at a small church north of town. As I watched Wendy come down the isle in her pink bride’s maid gown I thought she was the prettiest girl in the church, including the bride. It made me think back to our own wedding and gave me a feeling of pride that I had won the hand of this wonderful woman.

The reception was at the home of the bride’s parents, which was about a half hour drive from the church. We had been at the reception about a half hour when Wendy asked me to make sure and take a lot of pictures. When she said that, I realized that I didn’t have my camera. It was a brand new digital camera that I had purchased for this occasion I had it with me in the church but I didn’t have it now. I ran out to the car but the camera wasn’t there. I told Wendy that I had left the camera at the church and I would have to drive back
Wendy was a little angry with me. She said, “It’s going to take you an hour to get there and back.”

“Well I can’t leave it there, I just bought it and it was quite expensive.”

“You better leave now so you can get back in time to eat.”

I said I was sorry and headed for the door.

I had driven about two blocks from the house when I remembered that I had given a ride to another couple from the church to the reception and I moved some things from the back seat of the car into the trunk to make room for I stopped the car and checked the trunk. There sitting on top of some clothes Wendy had brought to change into later was my camera. I slipped the camera into my suit jacket and headed back to the reception.

When I walked into the house. I asked someone if they knew where Wendy was and they said that they thought that the wedding party went off with the photographer to take some pictures. It looked to me as though all of the guests had arrived. The house was full and many more people were milling around in the back yard.

I decided to explore the house while I was waiting for Wendy. It was a large two-story house built in the shape of the letter L. I walked down a hallway off the kitchen and found three small bedrooms and at the end of the hall was a staircase. I went up the stairs to a landing in front of a closed door. I tried the door and it opened into a study. Straight ahead of me was a large roll top desk. To the right there were bookshelves and to the left was another door.

I went to the left and stopped in front of the door for a moment. I felt very strange about what I was doing. On one hand I didn’t think I was doing anything wrong, I was just exploring this beautiful home but on the other hand I felt like a spy or a thief sneaking around, invading my host’s privacy. I opened the door as slowly and I heard soft music in the distance. Ahead of me through the door was a short hallway that transitioned into some kind of loft, actually more like a catwalk. The catwalk was about three feet wide with railings on both sides. At the other end of the catwalk was a circular staircase like you might find in a lighthouse. The music I heard was coming from whatever room was below the catwalk.

I knew I should leave but my curiosity was too strong for common sense to overcome, so I moved out of the study into the hallway. I slowly made my way down the hallway until I reached the end of the wall. I looked to the left and could see that the catwalk overlook a bathroom and on the right it overlooked a large bedroom. I was about to step out onto the catwalk when I herd a voice form below. I got down on my hands and knees and stuck my head out past the wall and peeked down into the bedroom.

At first I couldn’t see anyone but then a man came into view and jumped onto the bed and lay down on his back with his head on a pillow. It was Dave, the bride’s brother and he was naked from the waist down and he was sporting an erection. I was debating on whether I should retreat to the study or stay and see what was going to happen when I faintly heard a woman’s voice say, Is this what you wanted?” Just then something white flew into view and landed on Dave’s chest. It was a woman’s panties which Dave picked up and held up to his face. As he smelled the panties he said, “Hurry, I need to feel my cock inside you.”

Then the woman I heard speaking stepped into view. From my vantage point all I could tell was that she was one of the bride’s maids. I could only see the top of her head and that she was wearing a pink dress. As she walked over and stood at the foot of the bed looking at Dave I thought that she looked a little like Wendy but I knew that wasn’t possible.

Then Dave said, “How long have we got?”

“We have about forty-five minutes. It’ll take Jim an hour to get to the church and back and he left about fifteen minutes ago.”

I thought, “Oh my God, it is Wendy. What the hell is she doing?’

I was frozen there. I felt sick to my stomach and I was breaking into a cold sweat. As I watched, Wendy lifted her pink gown up above her knees and climbed onto the bed and walked on her knees over to Dave. Then she lifted the dress higher and moved her left leg over so that she straddled him and then positioned herself directly over his engorged cock. Then she lifted her dress still higher and I watched in total agony as Wendy used her hand to guide Dave’s cock between her labia and slowly lower herself onto it.

I screamed, “NO!” but the only sound was inside my head, as the word did not pass my lips.

Wendy let her dress drop, covering the area of their coupling, and she began moving up and down on his shaft, She said, “Oh God Dave, you feel so good inside me. I can’t tell you how long I have been looking forward to having you inside me again.”

I thought, ‘Again?’ then I almost vomited. I closed my eyes until the nausea passed then looked again at the scene below. My wife, the woman who believed that cheating on a spouse was one of the most immoral things anyone could do, was right below me fucking another man and apparently not for the first time. I wanted to go down there and confront them, but I couldn’t move. I was being humiliated by what she was doing, but I knew confronting them and making a seen would just add to my humiliation, especially if I started shouting, which I knew I would, and drew the attention of other people at the wedding. There could be no graceful retreat from here if I confronted them so I decided to just leave.

I tried but I still couldn’t move. So I continued to watch. There was a skylight in the ceiling, which let a good deal of light into the room so I decided to get a picture of Wendy’s infidelity as evidence. I slipped the camera out of my suit pocket and began taking pictures. I wasn’t worried about Wendy and Dave hearing me over the noise they were making. Finally Wendy had an orgasm and collapsed on top of Dave. I listened carefully for any conversation after Dave climax and noted that Wendy never said, “I love you” to Dave. That was something she always said to me after sex. I don’t know why that mattered to me.

The only thing I heard Wendy say was, “I better get cleaned up before Jim gets back. Wendy got off the bed and went into the bathroom and I crawled backwards till I reached the study. I got up and closed the study door and headed back the way I had come.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

[i]FIDELITY
4th PART[/i]


In the kitchen several people were standing around one of the counters drinking and eating appetizers. As I walked by them one of the women asked, “Aren’t you Wendy’s husband?”

I didn’t even look back as I answered “Not any more.”

When I got to the car I leaned against the door and vomited. When my stomach was empty I got into the car and sat behind the wheel and cried. When I finally regained my composure a kind of calmness came over me. I decided I needed distance from Wendy so I could think. I started the car and drove back to the hotel. At the hotel I called Delta Airlines and asked when their next flight to Atlanta was leaving and if I could change my ticket to leave on that flight. They said the next flight was leaving in an hour and a half and that I could change my ticket for a $50 charge. I told them to book me on the flight and began packing my clothes. I put Wendy’s return ticket on the dresser and I headed for the airport. By the time I returned the rental car and got to my gate the plane was boarding. Two and a half hours later I was driving home from the Atlanta airport. I had just got onto I85 north when my cell phone rang.

It was Wendy. When I answered she said, “Where are you and what’s taking you so long? You should have been back here hours ago. The reception is over and people are leaving.”

I didn’t feel like talking yet so I just said, “I got sick so I went back to the hotel.”

“Why didn’t you call me? I’ve been worried about you.”

“Not so much that it ruined your fun I hope.” I hoped she heard the sarcasm in my voice.

“If you’re not feeling well you better stay at the hotel the hotel and I’ll can get a ride back later. Dave just said he would bring me back to hotel.”

“Well, isn’t that nice of Dave?”

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing. I guess I am still not feeling well.”

“Listen, I know you have to go home tomorrow, but would you mind if I stayed here for a couple more days so I can visit with some friends.”

I said, “Sure, stay as long as you want. As a matter of fact you don’t ever need to come home.” Then I hung up.

With in a minute my phone rang again but I didn’t answer it. It stopped ringing then a minute later the phone went off again, this time indicating that I had a voice mail message. I keyed the phone to get the message. When the message began to play it was Wendy saying, “What did you mean when you said I don’t ever need to come home? Are you mad at me about something? Call me.”

I erased the message and put the phone away. I wondered how long it would take her to figure out I wasn’t in Chicago anymore. Thinking that I was at the hotel not feeling well she wouldn’t be in any hurry to get back, so it could be hours before she found out. Then I had a sudden image of her in bed with Dave while she thinks I am waiting for her at the hotel. I felt my anger building again.

When I got home I poured myself a large glass of bourbon and sat down to think about what I should do. The obvious answer was that we would probably get divorced. The finality of that scared me. I had never considered life without Wendy but now I was faced with that possibility. To avoid divorce I would have to forgive Wendy for what she had done and hope that she still loved me enough to want to stay with me. How could I even consider forgiving her?

My cell phone rang again and again I didn’t answer it. I waited for the voice mail message. “Jim, where are you. I called the hotel and they said you weren’t there. Please call me I am getting worried.”

I thought, ‘Fuck you.’

Then suddenly Wendy’s words came back to me. “It feels so good to have you inside me again.” When the hell did she previously have sex with him? It wasn’t before we were married. She was a virgin when we met. Then I knew. It had to be last year when Wendy went to her high college reunion. That’s why she wanted to stay there a few extra days back then and why she wants to stay a couple more days this time. “Fuck!”

About an hour later the phone in the kitchen rang. I waited until the answering machine picked up to see who was calling. It was Wendy. “Jim, are you there? I am getting scared please call me and let me know if you are all right. If I don’t here from you soon I will have to call the security officer.”

I didn’t want the security officer involve in this so I grabbed the phone and said, “I’m here.”

“Jim, what’s going on? You’re scaring the hell out of me. Why did you fly home without me? My friend Julie said that she asked you if you were my husband and you said ‘Not any more.’ What did you mean by that? If something is wrong we need to talk about it.”

I thought, ‘Holly shit. She still hasn’t figured out that I know about her fucking Dave. I had about all I could take of her innocent act.

Wendy said, “Whatever you think I did wrong can be undone.”

“Tell me this Wendy, can you unfuck Dave. And if you could, how many times would you have to unfuck him to make everything all right?”

There was silence on the phone for nearly a minute then Wendy said, “What are you talking about?”

I hung up without answering her.
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