The White Van

"Oh?"

"She asked me to drop you so she could get you back."

"And you said?"

"I told her I would think about it."

"And just what is your thinking on the idea?"

"In four months we graduate and I'll be gone anyway so I'm thinking "Why not." Who knows; I may need a favor from her some day."

"Anyone stop to think that if you drop me I won't go back to her anyway?"

"Why wouldn't you? She's good looking and she obviously cares for you."

"Just not enough."

I told Pauline about why we broke up in the first place and then said, "I don't trust her not to do it again. And anyway, why would I want to go back to fighting her just to try and get my hands on her boobs after what I've had with you. No thanks. If you drop me I'll just go looking for another girl like you."

"You won't find one sweetie; I'm one of a kind, but you could maybe make yourself one."

"Make myself one?"

"She wants you back pretty bad and that kind of puts you in the driver's seat. Tell her you are going to look for someone who will do what I do and see if she will agree to it to get you back. There may even be a bonus in it for you."

"What kind of bonus?"

"Prom is in three months and a lot of girls give up their 'pearl of great price' on prom night. You already know it isn't going to happen with me, but you may be able to make it happen with her."

"You are sounding like you have decided to do it and are trying to convince me I'm going to come out of it all right."

"Well sweetie, to be honest about it I have decided to do what she asked."

I stood up and reached for my pants and Pauline said, "What ere you doing?"

"You just told me that we're through. I'm getting dressed to leave."

"Whoa up there cowboy. I didn't say it would be tonight or even this week. I just need to do it in time for you to ask her to the prom. Say maybe a month or six weeks before."

"I guess that means that we aren't going to the prom."

"In the first place sweetie you haven't asked me and if you had my answer would have been "Sorry, but my parents are taking me back east the week of the prom."

"I stood there, pants in hand, undecided as to what to do and then Pauline said:

"Get back over here sweetie and let me blow on your trumpet for a while."

I dropped my pants on the floor and got back on the bed with Pauline.

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Pauline cut me loose seven weeks before the prom and the first thing I did was make a list of the girls that the other guys said were 'easy.' Two days after my 'release' I called Debbie Walling. I took her out three times and found out that the rumors about her were bullshit. Next on the list was Stella Felter. Another girl the target of bullshit rumors. Before I could call Gail Luoma, another name on the list of "sure things" I got a call from Becca.

"What are you doing Rob? Why are you dating Debbie and Stella? You need to be with me Rob."

"I think we have had this conversation before Becca."

"I want us back together Rob."

"I don't think so Becca. I need a girl like Pauline. I got very used to what we had going for us and I'm looking for a girl who can pick up where Pauline left off."

"I'll do whatever I have to do to get us back together."

"I seriously doubt that Becca. I remember how much I had to fight just to get a hand under your sweater."

"I mean it Rob. I will do whatever I have to do to get us back together."

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She wasn't as good as Pauline, but then Pauline had gotten plenty of practice and Becca did get better with each date. Becca did come every bit as unglued as Pauline when I ate her pussy, but the steel curtain came down when I tried to have intercourse with her.

"Pauline didn't do that. She said the reason she did what she did was so she could stay a virgin."

I lied and said, "That doesn't mean anything. She promised me that she would give me her cherry at the prom."

"Maybe I will at the prom, but not now."

"What's the difference; then or now?"

"I'm not ready Rob. Maybe prom night. And I'm only saying maybe."

Becca did give it up on prom night and after that there was no turning back. Becca and I were a steady couple for the rest of high school and all four years of college and never once did she date or tell me she wanted to date other guys. We were married three months after finishing our degree programs and the next eleven years were among the best of my life. I had thought that our marriage -- that we -- were rock solid and now I wasn't so sure.

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Wednesday I was parked in a rental car where I could see Becca's car in her company parking lot. She came out at five after five and when she pulled out of the parking lot I followed her. She drove to the other side of town and pulled up in front of a ranch style house on Beacon Street. I pulled over and parked and watched her get out of her car, walk up and enter the house. She didn't knock or ring a bell; she just opened the door and walked right in.

I sat there watching and five minutes later Charlie pulled up and got out of his car with a woman who wasn't his wife. Next came Mel and his lovely wife Judy followed by another two couples I didn't recognize. The next arrival was the one I hoped I wouldn't see. Phil pulled up, parked and went into the house. Two more couples showed up and they appeared to be the last.

By the time the last couples had shown it was starting to get dark out. I waited another thirty minutes and then I got out of the rental and approached the house. I hoped that there weren't any nosey neighbors looking out their windows as I made my way around the house that everyone had entered. I finally found a window where the blinds had a gap in them and I peeked in and saw a sight I had never seen before.

It was a full-blown orgy.

Mel's wife was being fucked by Charlie. The woman Charlie had come with had two guys working on her. She was on her hands and knees with her mouth on the man standing in front of her and the other guy was nailing her from behind. Another woman was riding a guy cowgirl while a man stood next to her and watched while he stroked himself, but I didn't see Becca in the room.

I moved on around looking for another place where I could see in. I came to a gate and slowly opened it and walked into the back yard. The back yard had a six foot privacy fence around it so the owner's must not have felt the need for drapes or blinds. I could stand off to the side and look in through the sliding glass patio door and into what seemed to be the family room of the house. And in that room was the worthless cunt that I was married to. Phil was in her ass, Mel was in her pussy and some guy I didn't know had his cock in her mouth. Another woman and two men were standing there watching. I turned away sickened by the sight. Before I reached the gate I barfed on the side of the house.

I made my way back to the rental, drove it back to the rental place and then went on home. As I drove home I contemplated what I was going to do. I came up with a dozen ideas and I had to discard all of them because any one of them would have put me in jail for a very long time. One would have gotten me the death penalty. I needed a way to make four people pay, but would leave me enjoying my freedom. Phil, Mel and Charlie would be fairly easy to get to since they all worked for me. I couldn't fire them, at least not for what they were doing to me, but I would find a way to get to them. Becca would take some thought.

I got home, made myself a pretty stiff drink and then settled down on the couch to watch some TV. I was watching something, I'm not sure what it was, but it showed a group of Hell's Angels on a motorcycle run to somewhere and as I looked at them an idea began forming in my mind.

I was in bed pretending to be asleep when Becca got home. She took a quick shower -- she always claimed it was for my benefit because five of the card players smoked and she didn't want me to smell the stink on her -- and then she crawled into bed and snuggled up next to me. I lay there wondering at the affection she showed me after what she had just been doing. I was still wondering as I slipped into sleep.

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The next day I started making phone calls and gathering information. Using the information I gathered I made more phone calls and Friday I met a man for lunch and we did a deal. Friday night when I got home from work I told Becca to put on her dancing shoes because we were going to go to the Golden Spur for some good old country western dancing.

At the Spur I nursed one drink while getting a good half dozen doubles into Becca. We danced and had a good time and around midnight I told Becca that it was time to go. Becca whined that she still felt like partying.

"Maybe again tomorrow baby, but I've had a long day and I'm beat."

Once in the parking lot I walked her to the car and as we got to a white van parked next to us a man got out and said:

"Is this her?"

"Indeed it is."

He took an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to me. "You want to count it?"

"No need."

He turned and opened the side door on the van and there were five guys sitting in it. Two of them jumped out and grabbed Becca and hauled her into the van as she cried out:

"What the hell is going on here? What the fuck are you doing?"

As a rag was stuffed in her mouth I said, "You said you still felt like partying so enjoy."

Marcus closed the door of the van and I said, "Remember; no visible marks."

"No problem. When do you want to do the other part?"

"See how this goes. If it goes right maybe in two weeks."

He got in the van and drove off. Becca liked multiple partners? She was going to have a weekend full of them.

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Saturday I slept in and then went out and played eighteen holes. I went out for dinner, caught a movie and then went to bed fairly early. Sunday I worked around the house and around six I got a phone call. I opened the garage door and about five minutes later the white van pulled in and I closed the door behind it. Marcus got out of the van and I asked:

"How did it go?"

"She was reluctant at first, but by the third one she decided that since it was going to happen anyway she might as well go with the flow. Thirty-one and most more than once if you are interested."

"And the film?"

"I had five cameras running. I'll get it all transferred onto CDs and get them to you sometime later in the week."

He opened the side door of the van and I saw Becca passed out on the floor. I don't think there was an inch of her that didn't have dried cum on it. Marcus saw me looking and said:

"She was almost passed out there at the end and a half dozen guys whacked off and shot all over her. She's pretty tired; she didn't get any sleep until I loaded her into the van."

He helped me carry her into the house and up the stairs and we dumped her on the bed in the spare bedroom. We shook hands and he said:

"I know the plan, but if she pisses you off again before then make sure and let me know. The guys really enjoyed her."

I opened the door and he backed the van out and I closed the door and went to watch some TV.

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Becca was still asleep when I went to work in the morning. I smiled and said "Good morning" to Phil, Mel and Charlie the same as I did every day of the week. Let them think I was the clueless husband. That would make my getting them easier. I spent part of the day on the Internet getting information that I would hopefully put to good use.

When I got home that evening and walked through the connecting door into the garage I saw Becca at the sink and she looked pretty ragged. She must have called in sick or I would have beaten her home. She turned and screamed "You bastard!" and threw a dish at me. I ducked it and it smashed into the wall behind me. I moved quickly to her and grabbed her arms.

"You mother fucker! How could you do that to me?"

"It was easy once I found out how you really spend your Wednesday nights."

I saw fear come over her face and she struggled to get loose. I forced her down on a chair and she said:

"What are you going to do?"

"That will depend on what you do. You do what I want and we might get by this. You don't do what I want and you are out of here on your ass."

"I don't want that. I love you Rob; I really do."

"Don't give me any of that shit. No way you could love me and do what you have been doing. How the fuck do you think I felt when I found out you were fucking the guys I work with? The same guys that smile at me and wish me a good morning while they are laughing at Becca's clueless husband behind his back. But what really pisses me off is that while I'm sitting at the goddamned computer reading about this shit and wishing I could do it you are out doing it behind my back."

"You? You would do that?"

"Damned right I would. This is what is going to happen Becca. Not this Wednesday, but a week from this Wednesday you are going to have your little party right here in this house. I don't care what you have to do to make it happen, but you make it happen or you are out of here on your ass and you will not let anyone know that I know. Do you understand what I'm saying?

"Yes. I think, but how am I supposed to get them to come here?"

"I will set it up so that Phil, Mel and Charlie think I'm going out of town to take care of some things that came up concerning my father's estate. Tell them that you want to do it on your own bed. Lead them on. Ask them if they wouldn't like to fuck Rob's wife on Rob's bed. The bastards will probably jump at the chance. Once it gets going I'm going to walk in on it and I want to see those assholes faces when I strip and fuck Mel's wife in her asshole.

"Until then you are in the spare bedroom. Whether or not you make it back into the bedroom with me will depend on how you do what I told you and on the long talk I have with my ass wipe co-workers when it is over and done with. I'm going to get their version of what happened and how and then I'm going to compare it with what you tell me. After that I'll decided whether we have a future or not. I meant it Becca; Phil and the boys are not -- I repeat not! -- to know that I have found out about your fuck sessions. If I get any inkling that they know I'll know you clued them in and you are out of here. Now where's my fucking dinner."

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Becca was wise enough to not speak unless spoken to the rest of that day and all day Tuesday, but Wednesday morning she asked:

"What do you want me to do tonight?"

"I guess you need to go if you are going to talk them into being here next Wednesday. Just remember what I said about anyone finding out that I am no longer clueless about what you are doing."

Wednesday morning Marcus called me at work and we met for lunch and he gave me the two CDs he had made of Becca's weekend and we discussed the next part of my plan.

I was awake when she got home. But my bedroom door was closed so she took her shower and went into the spare bedroom. In the morning she said:

"You were right. They jumped at the chance to do me on your bed and in your house. Actually, since they think you will be gone all week they wanted to come over every night, but I told them no."

"Just out of curiosity if I didn't know about you and them and I was really going out of town all week would you have them over every night?"

"Probably."

"You love me. You really, really love me; isn't that what you told me? And yet you would fuck three of my co-workers in my house and on my bed everyday I was gone? And you wonder why I don't believe you when you say that you love me?"

"It has nothing to do with love Rob. It is just sex. Absolutely wild pure assed sex. Once a week I let myself go crazy and be an absolute slut. It fills a need in me and it hasn't hurt you in the least. You were never supposed to find out."

"I guess now is as good a time as any for this so tell me how and why did this start."

"It got its start at your last company Christmas party. I was dancing with Phil and he came right out and said:

"You are sexy as hell Becca and I want to fuck you."

"I had been drinking as you know and I was in a pretty good mood. I was a little shocked at what he'd come right out and said, but I played along and said:

"Are you any good?"

"I've not had any complaints."

"I smiled at him and asked him if he had any rave reviews and he said he had a couple. Then I asked him how big his cock was and he said it was big enough to get the job done and I said "Show me." He told me to meet him over near the restrooms in five minutes and he would. Just out of curiosity to see if he would actually do it I met him and he pulled me into the men's room and locked the door behind us. He took his cock out and I looked at it and told him it was a nice one, but smaller than what I was used to. I told him that because he wasn't as big as you. He asked me if I was going to give him a chance to show what he could do with it and I told him that maybe I would, but I'd have to think on it for a bit and then I unlocked the door and left.

"I thought that would be the end of it and I almost told you what happened so we could both get a laugh out of it, but then I thought it would be best not to say anything. For one thing I wasn't sure things would turn out good if you went into work and went after Phil. For another I worried that you might be pissed over me letting it go as far as it did. I knew I wouldn't see Phil again until the company picnic in the summer so I forgot all about it.

"A couple of months later I showed up at Helen's for bridge and found that we didn't have enough players and in fact Helen said we would probably have to disband the group if we couldn't find any new players and that is what happened. But that night you were in Denver on a business trip and I didn't feel like going home and facing an empty house so I stopped at Bud's Bar for a drink after I left Helen's.

"I was half way through the drink when Phil slid onto the seat next to me. He asked me if I was ready for another drink and I said yes. We sat and talked in general through a couple more drinks and then Phil said:

"You've had plenty of time to think about it so what do you say?"

"I asked about what and he said, "What we talked about at the Christmas party. I really would like to fuck you."

"I thought about it for maybe a minute and then said, "Okay; let's do it."

"It was a combination of the drinks and my curiosity about his confidence and the way he just went after what he wanted and didn't worry about getting his face slapped or me running to you and telling. Maybe there was some curiosity about whether he was as good as he seemed to think he was and I guess you could throw in a pinch of horniness or lust, but I went to his apartment with him and ended up staying the night."

"And?"

"He was good. He had a lot of staying power and was quick to recover. He was like the Energizer Bunny -- he just kept on going and going -- and before you even ask, yes I did enjoy it. In the morning he asked if we could do it again and I told him I didn't think so, but he gave me his cell number and told me to give him a call if I changed my mind. The next Wednesday I called Helen and she said that the bridge group was gone. I remembered the hard fucking I got from Phil and you weren't expecting me home anyway so I called him. He was just as good that night so I told him I'd see him the next Wednesday.

"He was doing me when Mel walked in. Phil told me he'd told Mel how hot I was and Mel had said that he wanted a taste. Phil finished and I tried to get up and leave, but Phil held me down while Mel took me. Then Phil pushed his cock in my mouth and they both used me. I liked it. No, that isn't true -- I loved it. They didn't care what I wanted only what they wanted. They took me over and over and I had some screaming orgasms. There was another week of Mel and Phil and then Mel and Phil took me to a swinger's party and after that it was a group grope every Wednesday. Two of the group hard fairly large cocks and I discovered that I was a size queen. I just couldn't get enough of the full feeling I got when Stan and Russ took me."