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A Gentleman’s Pride:

The Tainted Series

By T.L. Tate

Copyright 2017 by T.L. Tate

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Room 721. I knew what awaited me in there—my wife and her lover. After years together, she started having an affair with him, which had become sexual 4 months ago. I found all this out close to a week ago. It was the day before my 30th birthday. Rachel, my wife, had told me that she was called to a last minute conference that was to be held in San Francisco and that she wouldn’t return until the following Monday. This was the straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back. Up until then, I had continued to put up with our deteriorating relationship. In the beginning our relationship was filled with mutual love and respect but it seems that the moment after we said our vows, all of that changed. In the following years it was like being married to a stranger. I tried everything that I could to express my love and appreciation towards her but nothing that I did seemed to matter. I doted on her. I honored her. I cherished her. Everything that I did, I did for her but with each attempt, I felt like the two of us got further and further apart.

I felt down and was hurt after Rachel left to go on her trip. It wasn’t until her little sister, Toni, came over that I found out the truth. I’ve known Toni for almost as long as I’ve known Rachel. She’s a beautiful, curvy and capable woman who is now one of my subordinates at work. Last Thursday, before I made it home, Rachel confessed to Toni the truth behind her illicit affair. Toni gave Rachel 24 hours to tell me the truth, but instead she left on a weekend excursion to Las Vegas with her lover.

After finding out the truth, I fell into a downward spiral. Toni was the one that helped rescue me from my heartache. Her words were supportive. Her heart was a radiating column of strength. But it was her actions that really got through to me. One minute after midnight, Toni appeared at my bedside and woke me. She offered her body to me as a way to help me heal. However, it had another effect. She helped transform me from a man that allowed his wife to walk all over him, to a man that stood his ground. Toni offered me her innocence and in that I found a wealth of strength that I never knew existed. However, despite our carnal experience, Toni still pushed me to forgive her sister and not divorce her. Given what I had taken away from Toni, I felt that I didn’t have the right to refuse.

In a moment of foolishness, Rachel contacted me via text to wish me a happy birthday and to send me a picture of some lingerie that she claimed was bought with me in mind. Of course, she didn’t know that I had been made aware of her lies and that at that very moment she was shacked up with the guy she was cheating on me with. Therefore, all it took to bring her lies crashing down around her was me simply telling her to enjoy Las Vegas, to which she responded that she would. She failed to stick to her original lie that she was going to be in San Francisco.

Upon realizing that I knew the truth she practically tripped over herself to make it back home, leaving her lover alone in Vegas. I wanted to kick her to the curb. I wanted to leave her and never look back but I couldn’t…rather, I didn’t. She carried on an emotional affair for 2-years and a sexual affair for 4-months. That was horrible, despicable and majorly fucked up. However, I did sleep with her sister so I wasn’t exactly Mr. Innocent in all of this. Although I didn’t think she deserved it, I had no choice but to give her a second chance.

But that second chance didn’t come cheap. Marriage counseling, avoidance and being relegated to the guest bedroom were the prices she had to pay to keep me in the marriage. But this was nothing more than a stopgap. I wasn’t very confident that there was anything that we could do to repair the destroyed trust and to rebuild my feelings for her. But all of that changed the day that I came home and saw her crying.

Apparently, while I was at work, her bedmate, Alex, came by the house and threatened her. I wasn’t having it. Betrayed or not, no one was going to come to my house and bully my wife. No one! While I contemplated murder, she claimed that she had it all under control. I kept refining my plans but since she wouldn’t give up his address, I had to leave it to her to deal with. Perhaps it was my lingering feelings. Perhaps it was seeing her in pain. Perhaps I was just tired of being stuck in a marriage that didn’t seem to be heading in the right direction. Whatever it was, upon seeing her, those recent wounds opened back up and my bleeding heart poured out. Despite the pain and betrayal, I loved her. Later that night we fell in bed with each other.

The next day we had our marriage counseling with the alluring Dr. Amara Jeffries. Rachel openly admitted to having an affair and although I slept with Toni in a moment of pain after finding out about Rachel’s affair, I didn’t come clean and admit stepping out on her too. Instead, I admitted that over the years I have failed my wife in paying attention to her and her evolving needs and desires. I kept seeing her as the girl I fell in love with and not as the woman she had become. We allowed ourselves to grow in different directions. Dr. Jeffries or Amara (as she preferred to be called) suggested that this was the primary reason for the affair and suggested that we work on our relationship and remove sex as an option.

In the days that followed things really improved. We interacted with each other and had deep and meaningful conversations. I was finally beginning to feel like I was growing to understand Rachel and how we could co-exist.

So then why am I marching down a hotel hallway on my way to rain down Hell? Simple. After finishing up a meeting in the restaurant downstairs and waving goodbye to my prospects, I saw him. Although I’ve never met him before, I knew it was him as soon as he walked passed me. I followed him. Then lo and behold, Rachel, my darling wife, appeared. She had made it seem like their affair was over and that she really wanted a second chance to build a relationship with me. I was a fool. I fell for her lies—hook, line and sinker.

Now it was payback time. He rented a room and she followed him. After chatting up the desk receptionist, I was given a copy of the key to the very same room. The only thing that remained was to decide which of them was going out of the window first.

Like a snake, I shed the layers of my clothes as I approached the room. My jacket, tie, vest and watch would all just get in the way. I cast them aside as I got closer to the room. Rolling up my sleeves I looked at the door. Rolling my head in a small circle I let the rage fill me until I was nothing more than a revenging demon, hell-bent on destruction and wrath.

Yippee ki-yay, motherfuckers!

Standing before the door with my rage burning a wrath-filled hole through my soul, I heard a loud sound from the other side of the door. I knew it was the two of them going at it. Boy she must’ve really wanted it if they were knocking down furniture. I placed the card against the card reader. The light turned green and it was go time. I threw open the door and stormed in, not sure who I was going to hurt first but knowing that whoever was closest would be the one that got their asses tossed out of the window first.

Chest heaving, eyes full of rage and adrenaline coursing through my body—I was fury incarnate.

Once I was inside that billowing rage was quickly displaced by a more pronounced emotion. Shock.


I expected to see Rachel pinned to the wall or her pinning him to the ground…not this!

Her hair was wild. Her blouse hanged open. Her eyes were alit with passion. Her feet were spread as her chest heaved. He watched her with multiple emotions dancing in his eyes. Their focus was so heavily anchored on each other that neither of them noticed me at all.

Rachel’s lips curled back in an expression that wasn’t quite a smile. Her arm shakily stretched out as a heavy 9mm pistol was held firmly in her grip. Her hand shook as she leveled the gun at his chest.

“You fucking son-of-a-bitch! Don’t you ever touch me again. I’ll kill you. Do you understand? I’ll fucking kill you dead you motherfucker!”

I have seen her angry in the past. I have seen her hurt. I have seen her scared. Her expression at this moment blew all of that away. She looked like a Fury. She looked like a Fury had materialized from the pages of a Greek tragedy and was ready to exact an appropriate amount of revenge.

That was when I saw it. The table was askew and a tall glass vase containing an assortment of colorful flowers lay broken on the floor. But that wasn’t the worst of it. As I saw Rachel’s finger twitch on the trigger, the man (Alex) stepped back and sputtered, “I-I-I’m so sorry, my love. I’m sorry. You know how I can get when I’m frustrated. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”

If hearing another man call my wife ‘my love’ wasn’t enough to jettison me into an angry stratosphere, I saw a deepening red hand print form on the side of Rachel’s face.

“You goddamn piece of shit!” This time they both heard me. This time they knew that they weren’t alone. My voice rang out with enough force to stop a rampaging herd of elephants.

He turned his head just as I started to make my way towards him. “Oh shit!” He held his hands up and stepped back.

Oh shit was right. No one is going to lay their hands on my wife and walk away.

Rachel’s eyes grew large. “J-Jake?” And then she screamed. “Ah!”

I tackled that parasite to the ground and then it was game on. While he was on his back I sat back on my knees and gave him two hard punches to the face. Unfortunately, he put up his guard so my punches were deflected off of his forearms. He wrapped his ankles around my hips and grabbed one of my arms and I felt myself tilt to the side. He was on top of me faster than I would’ve thought possible. He tucked his chin to his chest as I threw up punches from the ground. At the same time he punched at my stomach and ribs. I clenched to reduce the damage.

Now, I’m not much of a fighter…that is, I’d rather avoid them altogether. Nevertheless, I would be damned if I lost this one.

When he reached back to give me another shot, I quickly brought my legs up and hooked my ankles in front of his face and then slammed my legs down with as much force as I could muster. It was enough. His head went flying back and landed with a loud smack on the ground.

I didn’t waste any time. Now that he was off of me, I quickly jumped up to my feet. Rachel was panicking. She kept the gun aimed at him but was backpedaling towards the door.

“Oh my God. Oh my God! Jake! Jake, no! Oh my God!”

He crawled up to his feet a moment after I stood. That was good. I wanted a chance to really do some damage.

He touched his nose. I must’ve gotten a few good shots in while we were on the ground because it was bleeding nice and good. “You fucker! Look at what you did to me!” He advanced.

“Fuck you! You hit my wife. I’m going to crush you!” I met him in the middle and our fists were flying.

He was faster than I thought. He stepped forward and delivered a solid jab to my chin and then followed up with a hook aimed at my jaw. His fists were heavy but I was so angry that I could’ve been fighting a heavyweight champion and I wouldn’t have backed down.

After recovering from his blows I threw a few of my own. My first shot connected with his right eye socket and he reeled backwards. I advanced and delivered two strong punches to his abdomen and one to his sternum. He hacked.

With his right eye swelling quickly, he threw a series of wild punched at my body and head. They were easy to see through and I dodged them without ever being touched. After a particularly wild and misaimed hook, I stepped forward and brought my fist down hard to his exposed ribcage.

“Argh!” He clenched his side and leaned forward.

Clutching the back of his head in a Muay Thai grip, I brought my knee up to his face. He fell backwards into the askew table, knocking down chairs as he fell to the ground.

I mounted him, placing my knees on his arms.

I looked down at him as he watched me with real fear in his eyes. The feeling was exquisite. Placing my hand on his throat, I brought my right fist back so he could easily see the blow coming.

“You fucked my wife.” Smash!

I traded fists, this time holding his throat with my right hand and pulling back my left fist.

“You threatened my wife.” Smash!

I traded again.

“You hit my wife.” Smash! Smash!

His eyes were rolling in the back of his head but I wasn’t done. I spit on him and then grabbed his face with both of my hands and growled, “If you ever look at her again—I. Will. Kill. You.”

I gathered all my hurt and all my rage and I compacted it all into my fists. Then I went to work. Smash! Smash! Smash! Smash!

He was out cold but I didn’t stop. Inside, I felt like there was this empty void. I no longer felt anger or rage. I was no longer sad and frustrated. I didn’t love, like or care about anything. I felt nothing at all but the sweet release of my emotional baggage. I punched him until he was a little more than pulp with a pulse.

“Jake! Jake! JACOB!”

I shuddered at the sound. I blinked. Looking up, it felt like I was seeing for the very first time. Before me was a beautiful woman with sharp cheekbones, long brown hair, gorgeous brown eyes and tears falling over a bruise on her left cheek.

Who was she and why was she crying?

I felt her nails dig into my shoulders and I took in a painful breath.

“R-Rachel?” She nodded and sobbed. It was my wife. But what was she doing here? Where was I? I looked around and I felt lost. I was in a hotel room and Rachel was crying.

“Oh, Jake.”

I reached out to stroke her face and tell her not to cry but when I did my hands came up bloody and bruised. It hurt. It hurt, badly.

“Oh, Jake.” She pressed her face against my chest and sobbed. I continued to look around the strange room and felt like I was slowly coming out of a daze. On the floor, by the door was a black 9mm. There was glass on the floor and some chairs were knocked over. I heard a deep voice groan. Rachel sat back and I looked down. There was a man (at least I thought it was a man) lying on the ground beneath me looking like he just went head-to-head with a freaking freight train.

“W-what happened?”

“You don’t remember?” Her voice was tarnished by pain and sadness.

I shook my head but as I did the memories slowly came flooding back. I remembered. I remembered everything. I looked at her. I could only imagine the haunted look on my face because when she looked at me there was such a look of pain in her eyes that it was overwhelming.

“I remember. I had a meeting and then he arrived. I followed him and I saw you. You were with him.”

She nodded as more tears fell down her face. “Oh Jake, I’m sorry. I wish I didn’t come. I only did it because he wouldn’t leave it alone. I came to tell him that we were over. I brought that”, she pointed to the gun on the floor, “just in case.”

“S-so you didn’t come here to sleep with him?”

Now she looked both shocked and disgusted. “No! Never again. When I told him that we were through he tried to take me by force—saying that he’ll have me anytime that he chooses. When I kicked him in the nuts he slapped me and threw me against the wall. That’s when I got the gun out and you appeared right after and tackled him. I should’ve told you what I was planning. I’m so sorry if I worried you. I just…I just didn’t want this!” She motioned to the room as I remembered the fight that we just had.

“Ohhh!” He continued to groan.

I looked up into her eyes. “He tried to rape you?” She nodded. My hands went to his throat and I squeezed. His left eye opened slightly as his hands moved pointlessly beneath my legs. I squeezed as he tried desperately to escape.

I looked down at him and growled, “You tried to rape my wife. You’re dead!” I continued to squeeze down as his body started to flop. I felt my hands shake as I cut off his oxygen. His neck was thick and it was hard but I was so angry that I was going to do it regardless.

Despite the extremity of the situation, Rachel spoke softly in my ear. “That’s enough, Jake. Anymore and he’ll die. Enough, my love. Enough.” She kissed my cheek and I shuddered but I released him all the same.

This time I stood up and walked backwards until I fell on a small sofa. I watched as he turned to the side and held his throat, gasping for air. Rachel stood up and looked down at him in disgust and then she went and picked up the gun and placed it in her purse. She came over to me and knelt down before me.

“I’m sorry that I caused all of this Jake. I was stupid. I was beyond stupid. All the same, thanks for coming to my rescue. If you hadn’t…I-I-I probably would’ve shot him.”

“It’s okay, Rachel. I’m…argh!” I took a deep breath and my left side screamed in pain. I held it. He must’ve gotten in some really good shots while we were on the ground. I was sure that I would be bruised. But it didn’t matter. I was bruised and battered but I still had my wife. I still had Rachel.

She looked at me as I squinted in pain. “Oh, Jake.” She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me. I moved slower but I still held her in my arms tightly. By this point Alex had picked himself off the ground and was seated on the floor leaning against the wall. He looked like shit and I loved it.

Rachel left shortly and then returned with a hotel towel wrapped around a bundle of ice cubes. She slipped the towel under my shirt and pressed it against my ribs. It hurt but I knew it would make me feel better. As I stood, my knees shook. Violence was not my go to. So when the adrenaline dissipated, the shock of what I had done fell on me. But I wouldn’t show any weakness here. Especially not in front of this D-bag. I clenched my teeth and willed my lower half to still.

I looked at Rachel, “Do you think we should call him an ambulance?”

She looked at him, her eyes hard. “Fuck him.”

That’s my girl!

I wrapped my arm over her shoulder and walked out of the room with her. Neither of us looked at him while he held his swollen and bleeding face in his hands.

Hanging up the phone, I set my eyes on the road. Sitting in my car, in the parking structure, I called my assistant, Sarah. I told her the outcome of the meeting and she promised to pass that information on to the other executives. I told her I wouldn’t be back for the rest of the day. She assumed it was so I could have a private celebration of my success. I didn’t correct her.

My knuckles where burning and my hands were shaking. I took extra care in driving home, trading hands often as one would eventually shake too much to properly control the steering wheel. Rachel made it home well before I did. After pulling my car alongside hers, I headed into the house. She met me at the side door with a cool and damp cloth and a wide mixing bowl filled with ice and water.

We sat on the couch as I plunged my hands in the bowl and Rachel dabbed the cloth on my face. We were silent for a long while. When Rachel finally spoke I had been staring out of the window going over everything over and over in my mind.

“How’s your side, Jake?”

Her voice startled me. I had all but forgotten she was there. I looked at her and her eyes were wet with tears as she watched me. I didn’t know what she was thinking. “I-I’m sorry. What did you say?”

She moved her hand to my stomach and touched it gently. “Your side. How is it?”

“Oh.” I shifted slightly and tried to take a deep breath. It was slightly painful at the end but it was bearable. “It hurts but I don’t think my ribs are damaged. Probably bruised but not bad.”

“Thank God!” Her voice was trembling. When I looked back at her, I noticed that it wasn’t just her voice that was trembling. Her entire body was shaking.

I pulled my hands from the ice water and grabbed her shoulders. I was well aware of the solid wet handprints that my palms placed on her shoulders but I didn’t care. “Are you okay, baby?”

Finally she looked up at me and I saw the dam burst. Whatever she had been thinking…whatever she had been suffering, it all came pouring out of her in the form of an earsplitting shriek. “I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!” She fell forward and I caught her with my chest and held her in my arms as she cried nonstop. “It’s all my fault that you got hurt. I love you so much but I did such a stupid thing. I’m so sorry, Jake. I didn’t want this. I never wanted this! I thought I could handle it but when he hit me, I was so scared. I was so scared, Jake!” She continued to cry as she rested her head in my lap. Placing the bucket on the floor. I stroked her head as she cried in my lap. “I was so scared. Then I saw you and I felt safe. But when he hit you I was terrified that he might hurt you. I should’ve told you from the beginning. I-I just keep thinking that if you didn’t show up…I-I…”

Her voice trailed off as her mind conjured the worst. “I’m sorry you felt you had to act alone. I’m sorry that you were scared and that he hurt you. But you’re safe now. You’re home. I love you, Rachel. I’ll always protect you.”

“But who’s going to protect you?” Her voice had a sudden vehemence that I couldn’t understand.

“W-what do you mean, Rachel?”

She wouldn’t look at me as she shook her head. Her voice was still full of angst and rage, “I mean who is going to protect you from me?”


“I’m a poison, Jake. Everything that I touch I destroy. Look at what I did to this marriage. Look at what I did to you! I’m a horrible person!”

I stroked her head as her tears continued to pour. “You made a bad choice and it had a horrible consequence but you’re not a horrible person. You’re my wife and I love you. I always have and I always will. I’m not perfect and I fuck up all the time. No matter what, we have each other. I’d fight 1000 Alex’s if that’s what it took to keep you safe.”

She sighed and I heard her whisper, “I don’t deserve someone like you. I’m a monster.”

Her voice was so desolate that it froze my heart. I didn’t know what else to say so I just continued to soothe her as best as I could.

The clouds continued to move across the sky as the day turned to night. We stayed there—her on my lap and me stroking her hair. Eventually, she fell asleep and I carried her to bed. After a quick shower, I climbed in bed next to her and wrapped my arms around her. She sobbed throughout the night but I was there to surround her with love.

The next morning I awoke to find the side of her bed empty. A quick check of her side informed me that it had been empty for some time—her sheets were cold. “Rachel?” I was bleary-eyed and sporting a none-so-subtle headache. As I slid my feet into my slippers, the events of the previous day came rushing back. I touched my face where he had hit me and it felt fine and other than some sore hands and a sore side, I felt good. “Rachel?” I tried again, this time louder. I didn’t hear anything.

I walked downstairs and looked into the living room. Rachel wasn’t there. I headed into the kitchen and she wasn’t there, but a quick glance outside the sliding doors and I saw her seated on the patio. I walked towards the patio and slid back the door. She was staring at the sky. She looked like she was looking at some far off place.

I touched her shoulder, “Rachel?”

When she turned her head in my direction I took a startled step back. Her face and body resembled my wife but her eyes did not. Those brown orbs looked like they belonged to a shattered and lost person—not Rachel.

I knelt down next to her, “Honey?”

She blinked as her eyes locked in on me and came into focus once more. “J-Jake?”

“Yes. It’s me, honey. What are you doing out here? You’re freezing. Come inside.”

She shook her head. “I can’t Jake. I don’t belong here.”

“What are you talking about Rachel? This is your home.”

“My home?” I saw her eyes waver once more. She repeated, “My home.” But this time it was slower, as if she were testing out words that she was unfamiliar with.

I didn’t know what was going through her mind but I knew I couldn’t leave her alone right now. I scooped her into my arms and carried her inside the house and up the stairs. She didn’t say anything as I laid her on the bed and headed into bathroom and ran a hot bath. When I came back out she was sobbing.

“Rachel?” I sat down next to her. “Talk to me, baby. Where’s your head at right now?”

But she didn’t open up. She just continued to cry. While the tub filled, I headed downstairs and poured two cups of coffee. I added whole milk to hers and a dab of honey—just the way she likes it. When she smelled the combination of dark coffee and honey, her eyes brightened. She grabbed her cup from my hand and placed it under her nose and took a deep inhale. “Mmmm! Thank you, Jake.”

“Of course, my love.”

We drank our coffees in silence until I decided to check the tub. It was full so I went back out to get Rachel. The coffee had done its work and she was more alert.

“I ran you a bath, baby. Why don’t you get in? I’m going to call the office and let them know that I won’t be coming in today.”

Placing her coffee on her nightstand, she rotated her head from shoulder to shoulder, letting out a satisfied sigh when she was done. “No, don’t. I’m okay now. I was just feeling bad. I know this is a new position for you. You can’t just not show up. I’ll be okay. I’m not going in today so I think I might just hang out here.”

“Are you sure?” I didn’t want to leave her if she needed me.

“I’m sure. Besides, we’re going to be seeing Dr. Jeffries tonight. I think after everything that happened, an emergency session is in order. I’ll call her and set it up. It’s probably best that I rest up first.”

“Hmm. Okay. If you’re sure. Then I’m going to head downstairs and make some breakfast. Hungry?”



She stood and started to undress. “No, anything sounds good.”

“Alright.” I kissed her and then headed downstairs as she climbed in the tub.

After breakfast and a shower, I got ready and headed into the office. Rachel assured me that she would be fine by herself and I believed her. Still, I did make her promise to text me throughout the day to let me know how she was feeling.

The atmosphere at work was outstanding. Not only was it Friday and payday, but our lawyers labored with my new acquisition’s lawyers all last night until the deal was finalized. We now had a 5-year contract to represent one of the largest financial firms in the country. This would net us 8 to 9 figures…easy! When I walked in the door it was like I was walking through a tickertape parade. There was fanfare, hands to shake, people to hug and congratulations thrown all around. It was an amazing experience.

It took me a whole two hours just to make it from the front door to my office. Of course, all that levity took its toll. My hands were badly bruised after my scuffle yesterday and with all the hands to shake and the high-fives, they were more than throbbing. I asked Sarah (my new assistant) to grab me some cold compresses.

The one face I didn’t see through all of this was Toni, Rachel’s younger sister. When I found out about Rachel’s affair Toni was there to comfort me. She did so by providing her body to me and then as soon as we were finished, she begged me not to leave her sister. It was odd (to say the least) but it happened. Nevertheless, despite the mistake of us falling into bed together, Toni is and always has been a great friend. So I was shocked when I didn’t see her as part of the congratulatory hoard.

That shock didn’t last long. As soon as my door closed, my face was grabbed and pulled down and to the side. Two pillows planted a deep kiss on my lips as my eyes widened. Pulling back, she smiled. “This is the type of welcome the conquering hero deserves.”

“Toni!” She released me and I stumbled back into the door. “What are you doing here?”

She sauntered over towards my desk and sat down on the edge. I watched the tight pencil skirt stretch as it valiantly contained her generous curves. “I just thought it would be easier to see you if I waited. Who would’ve thought I would need to wait so long?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty crazy out there.” I sat my bag down and flopped into my chair. Toni watched the entire time.

“They’re just excited. You’ve singlehandedly guaranteed end of year bonuses for everyone here for the next 10 years at least.”

“It’s just an account.”

“It’s a huge account.”


She turned so that I could see more of her face. “What’s wrong with you today?”

“Nothing.” Sarah knocked on the door and came in with the compresses. “Thanks, Sarah.”

She smiled, prettily. “You’re welcome, sir.” She looked at Toni and her smile faltered, but when she looked back at me, it was brighter than it was before. “Is there anything else you’d like? Anything at all?”

“No, that’s all Sarah. Thanks.” I saw her shoulders slump a little before she turned to leave.

Once the door closed, Toni smiled, “She wants to fuck you something fierce!”

“What?” I looked back at the door. Sure she’s nice and very friendly but that doesn’t mean that she wants me. “You’re crazy.” When I pressed the compresses to my hands, the cold sensation was heavenly.

“Nothing crazy about it. She wants you…well, she wants your cock.”


She shrugged, “What? I’m just telling you what I see.”

“What you think you see.”

“No, what I know.”


I closed my eyes as my hands continued to throb. I felt her move closer. When I opened my eyes, she was standing over me, looking down at my hands. “What happened to you?”


“Nothing? That doesn’t look like nothing.” She pushed back my chair and gently held my hands in hers as she inspected them closer. “These look like cuts. What? Have you been fighting?” She started to laugh but when I looked away, her laughter stopped short. “Holy shit! You got into a fight?”

I nodded. “Yeah, yesterday.”

“At the meeting?”

“No. After.”

“Who’d you fight? Why?”

“I ran into Rachel’s ex. He was with Rachel.”

Her eyes got large. “Holy hell. Were they…you know?”

I shook my head. “No. I mean, I thought they were. That’s why I followed them. But that’s not what happened.”

“Oh! Hmm.”


“Nothing. It’s just that I think I’m going to need to have a sit down with big sis.”

“Yeah, you should. I’m sure she’d give you all the details.”

“Well, are you okay?”

“My hands hurt and my side is a little sore. Other than that I feel great actually.”

“Well I’m glad you’re not seriously injured.”

“Yeah. But I have to say…after everything that happened it feels great to have had something to hit.”

She rolled her eyes in dramatic effect. “You’re not going to turn into some thug now are you?”

“Thug?” I laughed. “Do I look like much of a thug to you?”

She leaned down and kissed me. “No. You look like a king.” She looked over her shoulder and then walked towards my door and locked it. After which she closed the curtains. Walking towards me, she pulled at the drawstring that was tied in a large bow at the top of her blouse. The loosened material spread until her ample bosom was on display and I could just make out the edges of her violet-colored bra.

“Toni? What are you doing?”

She pushed my chair back. “Thanking you.”

“Thanking me? For what?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yeah. Kind of.”

“Well then, I’m thanking you for yesterday. I don’t know what happened between you and Rachel but I’m sure you were your usual Knight-in-shining-armor self.” She fell to her knees and quickly unbuckled my pants and unzipped my zipper. My cock was in her mouth before I had a chance to consider what was happening.

“T-Toni, hup! W-w-we can’t.” Holy shit! It was only a week ago that she was a virgin now she was giving me the best head of my life. I was powerless to resist.

I was fighting not to moan but it was no use. She was incredible.

She pulled me out of her mouth and smiled. “Don’t fight it, Jacob. We don’t have all the time in the world. People will be coming soon and it’ll be strange if the door is locked.” She opened her mouth nice and wide and pointed into her throat. “This is where I want you to explode. Don’t hold back. Fuck my face until you cum.”

She sucked my cock back into her mouth with enough force to pull me from my chair. I was standing over her as she sat back on her heels. With one hand on the desk and the other on her head, I fucked her for all that I was worth. The only sounds that emanated from the two of us were my steady groans of pleasure and her constant “Gwak! Gwak!”, as I bottomed out in her throat. When I came, I came buckets. She swallowed it all.

I fell back on my chair with a loud sigh. The guilt crept in immediately. “Toni…” Whatever I was going to say was lost as she leaned forward to clean me up with her mouth. Once she was finished, she stood up and re-laced her shirt.

“There! That’s better.” She was smiling.

“W-why’d you do that?”

“Do what?” She blinked innocently.

“That!” I didn’t know how to say it.

“What? You didn’t like it? I thought you did. You had me gagging and just kept steaming ahead.”

“I-I…your sister.” I wasn’t making any sense.

Fortunately, Toni still understood. “Like I said before, don’t worry. I’m not going to steal you away from her. But you looked like you could really use that. Besides…I’ve kinda missed it.”

“Missed it? It was only that one time.”

She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “I know…I kinda thought you would…no, never mind. I’m just a little frustrated that’s all.”

“Frustrated? About what?”

“Well, I’ve been seeing this guy. He’s hot so I thought we would…you know.”

I did know. “So?”

“Well…he’s not. I mean it wasn’t very…good.”



“You know there’s other guys out there. If this one doesn’t pan out then you could get another. You could probably get any guy that you want.”

She looked at me, her eyes piercing. “Not any guy.”

I didn’t need a sign to go with that statement. I read her correctly. I didn’t know what to say so I didn’t say anything.

After a few minutes she happily chirped. “Oh well! The best one’s are always taken. It doesn’t matter though. It’s Friday and I have a date with a different guy tonight. We’ll see how it goes.”

She left shortly after that. I saw her throughout the day but other than a smile here and there, she didn’t come speak to me. I didn’t seek her out either. I mean…what could I say? She clearly has a thing for me but won’t do anything because I’m married to her sister. If you asked me if I like her back the answer is yes…but Rachel is my wife. And despite my actions, I do love her with all that I am. A contradiction I know…but it’s true.

“He got into a fight?” Dr. Jeffries…Amara (as she preferred to be called) looked over her note pad as Rachel and I sat across from her. Her chocolate eyes were staring at us in shock. She didn’t expect this and was trying to process the information.

Rachel and I nodded. “Yeah, it was yesterday. That’s sort of why I called to schedule this meeting. It was a pretty big thing.”

“Uh huh. Who did you fight, Jake?”

I looked at Rachel nervously. She seemed better than she had when I left her earlier in the morning but there was still a roughness to her that concerned me. When she nodded, I explained. “I got into a fight with the guy she was sleeping with.”

Amara cut her eyes and sat her notepad down. “I didn’t think it was necessary to discuss this with you two, but it seems I was wrong. Jake, while it is perfectly natural to want to hurt someone that was responsible for causing you pain, I have to caution you from displaying this type of hostility. Not only is it dangerous to you, physically, it can also be detrimental to your marriage.”

Rachel leaned forward, “No, you don’t understand, Amara. He did it to protect me.”

“Protect you?”



Now it was Rachel’s turn to look at me. I nodded and she continued. “Alex had been threatening me. I didn’t tell Jake that because I thought I could handle it. He said that he only want to talk to me…to try to convince me why we should stay together. I agreed to meet him without telling Jake because I wanted to end things with him once and for all. But I didn’t…I didn’t know if he was telling the truth. He’s known as kind of a hothead. That’s one of the things that attracted me to him. Jake’s so calm and composed all the time and I thought that someone like that would be more exciting. Anyway, just in case, I brought the gun that Jake got me a few years ago.” She paused, remembering it all over again. “W-when we got into the room, I told him that I only came to tell him we were through. I didn’t want to see him again. He said that I’d have to kill him to keep him away from me. He pressed me against the wall and started t-t-trying to…he started trying to…” I gripped her hand to let her know I was there. She took a deep breath and sighed. “He tried to have his way with me. He hit me and I pulled out the gun. That was when Jake showed up. I didn’t know how he knew but I was glad for it. I was so mad and scared that I almost…” She let her voice trail as I held her.

Amara was quiet as she watched us. After a few minutes of silence she spoke softly, “Did you call the police?”

She shook her head. “No. I was afraid. Jake…Jake hurt him. Bad. I didn’t want to chance him going to jail for my mistakes.”

Now Amara looked at me. “What do you think of all of this, Jake?”

“I’m pissed. He put his hands on my wife. That’s it. I’m just pissed.”

“Hmm.” Amara looked at us both while tapping her pen against her notepad. After a bit, she continued. “I’d like to start seeing you both individually a couple of times a week. We will continue to have a group session at the end of the week but I think it would be better if we started this new type of treatment arrangement.”

“Why?” I didn’t understand what the point in going to couple’s therapy was if we didn’t go as a couple.

“Well, this new development has made it clear that there are individual issues that need to be addressed. I think that addressing these as individuals and then discussing them as a group will help you each better understand your feelings.” Now she looked at Rachel, a worried look on her face. “Besides…I think it may be for the best.” She didn’t need to telegraph that pass…I got it. Rachel was unraveling. I knew it and Amara knew it too.

“Okay.” I gripped Rachel’s hand and she nodded. If that were what it took to help Rachel then I would do it.

“Great. So tell me about the progress you’ve made on your intimacy assignments.”

We talked about the last week and how we refrained from sex and replaced it with talking and getting to know each other better. We spent more one-on-one time with each other and without technology as a buffer. It’s only been a few days since we started therapy, but I now felt closer to Rachel than I have in years.

After the session we were given our walking papers with our new individual sessions scheduled. The one good thing that came out of this appointment was that, as long as we continued to build on non-sexual intimacy, we were no longer barred form having sex.

“Rachel?” Once we made it home, Rachel went straight to bed. I went to check on her after about half an hour. The lights were off and I heard her steady breathing. When I spoke her name she didn’t stir. There was still enough light in the room to make out her beautiful face. When I moved her hair from her face, I saw that her eyelids were slightly swollen. She must’ve cried herself to sleep.

I didn’t know how to reach her. Clearly, what happened with Alex in the hotel had a horrible effect on her. Without knowing what to do, I went to find my phone. I decided to enlist Toni’s help.

Hey. I need your help.

Her response came a few minutes later.

Hey, bro! What up?

It’s Rachel. She’s having a hard time. I was hoping you could come by and see her tomorrow.

Hmm…Well I have plans with some girls from work in the morning and afternoon and a date tomorrow night. What’s going on?

I’m not sure. She’s just different. I don’t know how to explain it.

It’s probably about the fight.

I know it’s about the fight.

Then why worry? She’ll be okay.

I’m not so sure about that.

So what do you want me to do?

I want you to come see her. Pretty please.

 How can I refuse you? But you’re going to owe me.

Thanks, T! Anything. Just ask.

Okay, will do! I’ll let you know what I decide.

Cool! So when do you think you’ll be able to come see her?

Well tomorrow doesn’t work so I’ll come by on Sunday and take her out.

Awesome! You’re a lifesaver.

I know, right?!!!

LOL! Thanks.

No prob. TTYL!

Rachel looked worried as she kissed me for the third time before leaving. “We’ll be back in just a few hours. Okay?”

I laughed. “Okay, sweetheart. Just go have a good time with your sister.” As promised, Toni came over early to pick up Rachel. They solidified their plans yesterday. Throughout the day I was able to get Rachel to talk to me but she mostly just clung to me. We wasted away our Saturday on the couch with a book in my hand and several magazines in hers. When Toni called her to invite her out I saw a very recognizable emotion flash in Rachel’s eyes. Nervousness.

It was easy to figure out why. Since confessing her affair to her sister a week ago, Rachel and Toni haven’t spent any time alone. This would be the first time and Rachel was afraid to face her sister. I assured her that she would be okay. Unfortunately, those assurances fell on deaf ears. When Toni showed up, her face was tight as she tried to smile brightly. It was obvious that neither of them was really looking forward to this but knew it had to happen.

“Don’t worry, bro. I won’t keep her out that long.” Toni was waiting by the door scowling each time Rachel kissed me. I pretended not to notice.

“It’s fine, Toni. You ladies just have a good time doing whatever the hell you’re going to do.”

“Just some girl time, Jacob. Don’t worry. I’m not going to steal her away. Come on, sis.”

With one final imploring look in my direction, one final kiss and the resulting scowl, I waved them goodbye.

2 hours went by. 3 hours went by. 5 hours went by. When I finally started to worry, I got a text from Toni.

Hey bro! Just want to let you know that sis and I are having a blast! It’s gonna be a while.

Thanks for letting me know, T.

Of course…remember. YOU. OWE. ME.

LOL! Should I be scared?

LOL! Only if you try to weasel out of your deals.

I’m nervous! Did I just make a deal with the Devil?

No! Besides I don’t even know what I’m going to make you do/give me. Maybe a 6-figure raise…

Maybe you’re dreaming…

LOL! You can’t blame a hot girl for trying.

LOL! No, I guess not.

You just called me hot!

YOU just called YOU hot.

Yeah. But YOU didn’t deny it.

I guess not. 

Hehe! Love ya, bro!

Yeah, I love you too. Have fun.

Roger that!

When Toni finally dropped Rachel off, the day was about over. I heard the girls giggling as Rachel’s keys knocked against the door.

“You’re kidding!” Rachel laughed.

“Not even a little…and I mean little.”

“Oh my God! Toni!”

I heard them both laugh as I came across the entrance. “Hey ladies.”

“Hey honey!”

“Hey bro!”

“You two look like you’ve had a great time.”

“The greatest!” Rachel pulled at Toni’s face and kissed her cheek, to which Toni giggled.

It was nice to see the two of them getting along the way that they had before everything happened. It was even better to see some more life in Rachel’s face. I don’t know how Toni did it but I was grateful to her that she did.

Hand-in-hand, I watched as Rachel led Toni into our kitchen. I followed behind.

“Babe can you grab a couple wine glasses, please.”

“Sure.” Placing the two glasses before the two beautiful sisters, I leaned back against the opposite counter and watched them. All pretense of unease that I felt earlier were no longer visible. They buried the hatchet and it seemed that they both were enjoying each other’s company. I left them to it.

I was just climbing out of the shower when I heard a knock on my bedroom door. “Jacob?”

I knew who it was without looking. Toni was pretty much the only one that called me by my full name. Towel around my waist, I headed out of the bathroom. “Hey, Toni.”

She saw me and took a slow look up and down my body. I knew this towel didn’t block anything from her view. To her, I was completely naked.

She swallowed loudly, “Umm, I umm…I just wanted to say bye. I’m heading out.” Her hand twitched like she wanted to touch me and she took a breath to say something else, but at that moment Rachel appeared.

“Jake! Put some clothes on! There’re ladies present.” She laughed loudly and pulled her sister’s arm. She fell on the bed and pulled Toni down on top of her. Toni laughed and adjusted herself. Her cheeks were pink as she avoided eye contact with me.

Okay…I’ll admit it. Seeing these two on my bed was more than a little tempting. Rachel’s petite and succulent figure next to Toni’s voluptuous and fine figure was more than this old boy could handle. While Rachel laughed, Toni watched me with an oddly deep look in her eyes. I felt my cock throb and knew that while I was in this towel it wouldn’t hide a damn thing.

I turned to leave and Rachel called, “Jake! Give us a show baby! Drop that towel!”

I felt the blood leave my cock and rush to my face. I stammered, “R-R-Rachel!”

Even Toni looked embarrassed.

Rachel rolled on her back and laughed. “I’m just kidding! God, you can be too serious sometimes. Besides, its not like Toni would want to see you naked.”

Embarrassed, I marched into our closet. By the time I emerged, Toni was long gone.

“Where’d Toni go?”

Rachel was sitting with her back against our headboard. Her eyes were trained on the closet. “She went home.”

I let out a sigh of relief. “Oh okay. Good.” Rachel laughed. She obviously misinterpreted my relief, but I wasn’t about to correct her.

I walked towards the bed as Rachel pulled herself up to her knees. Her eyes were dark and it was clear what she wanted.

I stopped at the end of the bed and watched as she pulled at the bottom of her halter. “Did you know that Toni was a virgin?”

I felt cold sweats suddenly appear as she spoke of her younger sister. “R-really?”

Her shirt was pulled from her body. Her bare breasts were partially exposed as her long dark hair obscured them. But even with that I could tell that they were small and perky. Her hands went to her tan shorts as her fingers worked her button. “Yeah. I never told you because…well you know. It wasn’t my place.”

Did she know? Did Toni tell her what happened on this very bed? “W-why are you telling me now?”

“Well…” she fell back on the bed as she raised her legs, pulling and pushing her shorts and panties up and then down her legs. Within moments her glistening pussy was before my eyes. “She told me about how she lost her virginity. She told me a lot of things. Details and all. She told me the story and it got me really hot. I couldn’t wait to come home to you. I want you.” She spread her legs as she plucked two fingers in her mouth and then plunged them into her tight cunt. She shook as her fingers plunged inside of her, “Oh my God! I want you, Jake. I need you to take me baby.”

I wasn’t man enough to stop myself. Perhaps I should’ve but I didn’t. I pulled off my t-shirt and slipped off my underwear. I crawled closer to her as she watched me. The sight before me was beyond mouthwatering.

She nodded slowly as she watched me. “Yes”, she moaned. I pressed my lips against her lower lips and she cried, “Yes!”

I lapped at her juices like I was a man dying of thirst. I tasted her essence and it was glorious. I felt her excitement grow as I felt myself expand until the point that my throbbing cock hurt. She pressed her legs together and held my face in place as she rode me roughly. Her full bush tickled my nose as her mound moved up and down, and side to side. She fucked my face like she wanted to punish me. It was a punishment that I was more than willing to accept.

“I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum on your fucking face!” She moved faster and faster as I continued to taste her. With a loud sigh and a soft squeak, she lifted her hips off the ground as I felt her thighs trembling. “Holy shit!”

When she released me, I sat back on my ankles, my hard and throbbing cock pointing towards the sky. I wiped her nectar from my face and chin as I watched her chest heave.

Her brown eyes were beautiful and filled with fire. She smiled salaciously, “Damn! I’ve really missed that.” She slowly picked herself up as she crawled towards me. Once she was before me she looked at my throbbing member and smiled again. I felt her small hand close around the base of my cock as her mouth went to my hanging sac.

I tilted my head back and moaned as her tongue danced between my balls and her mouth closed around my sac. Her hand steadily moved up and down as my pre-cum further advertised my excitement. Her excitement made her dark eyes even darker. She licked a bead of pre-cum from my tip before bobbing her head up and down my rod. I tilted my head back and moaned.

“Mmmm! Do you like that, baby?”

I did. I liked it a lot! “Hell yes.”

“Good. Now lie down.” I quickly spread myself on the bed. She didn’t miss a beat. By the time my back hit the covers she was already straddling me. I looked up and saw a mischievous light in her eyes. When she spoke I was nearly swept away by her pure state of arousal. “I’m going to fuck you, Jake. I’m going to fuck you hard. I’m going to ride your cock like it’s your last day on Earth.”

Without waiting for my reply, she slid her wet folds from the base of my cock to the tip. Suddenly, her hot flesh enveloped me as she bore down from all sides. Despite her earlier statement, when I bottomed out she froze, her head tilted back in open-mouthed ecstasy. “Shit! Yes!”

Placing my hands on her hips I lifted her and my butt off the bed. She screamed, “Fuck!” I did it again and again. Each time I got deeper and deeper. Soon she was returning the favor. Her hips moved back and forth as I drove her from the bottom. But when that wasn’t enough, she started bouncing on my cock. We matched our rhythms. When I drove up, she smashed down. Soon we were both covered in sweat and out of breath.

“Fuck! Rachel!”

“Give me that fucking cock! Give it to me!” She rode me harder than she had in years. Hell, I don’t even remember the last time she fucked me so hard. Her nails were in my chest hair. Her lips were curled back in a salacious grimace. Her eyes were tightly shut. She was close. I could feel it.

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