Bull Fighter

0:00:01 - The video starts with the athletic black man leading a woman into the camera's range.

~~~

The setting is obviously a hotel room, and based upon the kitchenette visible in the background, it is likely an extended-stay hotel. It takes me a minute to recognize the woman. I have only met her a few times at various work events for my wife's employer, Amerigolf.

~~~

0:00:16 The man began placing a collar around the neck of the woman with long brunette hair. She was very attractive, appeared to be in her mid-to-late thirties, and was acting nervous, or at least apprehensive about being with this man. However, she didn't appear to be surprised by the collar being placed around her neck, and even moved her hair aside to assist the man with his task.

0:00:27 - The man turns the woman to face him and begins to kiss her lips. She appears reluctant at first but relents and begins kissing the man back, placing her arms around his neck and leaning into him.

0:00:55 - The man breaks the kiss and pushes the woman away from his body. He instructs her, "Get on your knees."

0:01:03 - The woman starts towards the bed but pauses when the man says, "What are you doing? I told you to get on your knees." The woman replies, "I'm getting a pillow to kneel on. I don't want to get a run in my stockings from the cheap Berber carpet in this place."

0:01:15 - The woman drops the pillow at the feet of the man and slowly kneels on it.

0:01:19 - The man says, "You know what to do."

0:01:23 - The woman glances up at the man briefly before reaching over to his belt buckle and began working on releasing it.

~~~

The man was wearing gray suit pants and a green polo shirt without a jacket, and from the effort that the woman was exerting to get the belt unfastened, the leather must have been pretty stiff. The man began removing his shirt as he patiently waited for the woman to complete her tasks. He looks familiar to me, but I can't immediately place where I might have seen him before.

~~~

0:01:53 - The woman reaches into the now exposed underwear of the man and begins to fondle his cock while gently trying to extract it through the opening in front. "You're huge!" she says with a hint of anticipation in her voice.

0:02:04 - The woman has finally extracted the man's cock from his underwear. She examines it in her hand briefly before speaking, "I sure hope that you know how to use this thing without drawing blood." Though still flaccid, the man's penis was too thick for the woman's fingers to wrap completely around it as she slowly stroked it.

0:02:06 - "You just worry about getting it hard," the man replied, almost as if on cue. "And use your left hand to stroke it. I want to see that wedding ring on your finger sliding up and down my cock while you suck it."

0:02:10 - The woman leans forward and surprises the man by taking almost the entire length of his semi-hard penis into her mouth without any preliminaries. Her left hand moved from his penis to his testicles, where she began fondling them.

0:05:25 - "Do you want to shoot your first load down my throat or somewhere else?" she asked the man. "Just not on my dress or in my hair."

~~~

The man seems to consider the woman's words for a few seconds before responding.

~~~

0:05:29 - "Untie my shoes while you're down there. Then, get undressed and on the bed. Leave on your stockings and shoes."

0:05:52 - The video continues, showing the woman following the man's instructions. When she stands and begins to take her dress off, her image on the video is temporarily obstructed by the man stepping closer to the camera. The man smiles as he opens the top drawer and pulls out several items. He sets them on top of the dresser before stepping out of his pants and underwear.

0:06:01 - The man carries the items to the bedside table and sets them where the woman can see them. As he joins her on the bed. She refuses the vibrator, "If I wanted stimulation from a vibrator, I could get that from my own collection at home. Use your tongue on me or nothing at all." The man replied, "I told you to shave your pussy before meeting me here. I don't enjoy getting a mouth full of pussy hair while eating a woman out." The woman countered with, "My husband likes my bush, and after telling him my plans to fuck you, I couldn't rub it in further by shaving for someone else. I'm going to be on shaky ground with him over this anyway, so shaving my bush ain't happening." They argue for a bit over the man using his tongue alone instead of pairing it with the vibrator.

0:06:39 - The man positions his head between the woman's spread legs and reluctantly begins to lick her vagina.

0:08:09 - The woman is obviously frustrated with the man's efforts. She asks him to fuck her, saying "If I'm risking my marriage to be here, you damn well better make it more worth my while than you have so far." The man quickly positions himself to enter her in the missionary position. The camera angle doesn't allow for viewing of the genitals in this position, but the expression on the woman's face is one of determination and discomfort. "Shit! Go slow. Go real slow."

0:10:59 - The man seems frustrated that the woman is not responding more enthusiastically. He moves to lay beside her and fuck her as they spoon. The woman emits a visible sigh as the man reenters her in this new position.

0:13:29 - Still not seeing much enthusiasm from the woman, the man rolls her onto her front and begins to pile-drive her from behind. This generates the first moans of pleasure from the woman, "Oh my God! You're deeper inside of me than anyone has ever been." This was followed by a continuous string of "Oh my God" over and over.

0:13:59 - The woman raises onto her elbows and knees and establishes a rhythm where she is moving back to meet his every thrust. She screams, "YES! You own this pussy! Stretch it out!" as she experiences her first orgasm.

0:16:39 - The woman scoots forward, pulling away from the man until her pussy is free of his invading penis. She turns and begins licking her juices off of the shaft and occasionally taking the head into her mouth. "I love how your cock stretches me out. My friend wasn't exaggerating one bit about it hitting places in my pussy never before touched." The man lies on his back as she continues sucking

0:17:21 - Apparently satisfied with her efforts to capture all of their combined juices off of his cock. "I want you back inside of me, only I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to jerk your cock off with my pussy like it's never been jerked off before." The woman climbs up to mount the man and begins to ride him in the cowgirl position. Her head is thrown back and her eyes are closed as she concentrates on her movements. "Tell me that the feeling of my pussy gliding up and down on your cock isn't the best that you've ever felt." The man just groans in apparent agreement with the woman's claims.

0:19:33 - The woman spins around into the reverse cowgirl position, "Holy fuck, your cock is even deeper inside me in this position! I'm going to come again all over your cock!"

0:22:17 - The man lifts her off of him and moves her back into the missionary position. The woman whimpers at the change.

0:24:47 - The woman pushes the man off her and moves to her hands and knees in the doggy position. She looks back at the man and says, "Now, pound that cock into me until you cum. I want to feel my pussy being filled with every drop of cum your big black balls possess."

0:26:37 - The woman lies flat on her stomach as the man fucks her from behind, again pulling her hair. The woman starts urging the man to fuck her harder and faster as another orgasm begins to build for her. If her screams of "Fuck me!", "Faster", and "Harder" aren't delivered at the top of her lungs; it must be close to her vocal limit.

0:28:27 - When their rhythm goes out of synch and the man's penis pops out of the woman's pussy, she spins around and once more begins to clean their combined juices off his shaft. In between licks and sucking on the head of the man's cock, she exclaims, "I love being a dirty, nasty slut for you. I could never be this way with my husband, even if he could motivate me like you do."

0:29:57 - The man rolls onto his back. The woman begins to rim his ass and stroke his cock. She can be heard saying, "Do you like it when I'm your dirty little slut? Tell me that you like your slut licking your ass." The man chuckles but doesn't respond otherwise.

0:31:07 - The woman mounts him once more in the reverse cowgirl position and soon works herself toward another orgasm.

0:35:05 - The woman effortlessly spins around into a cowgirl position without pausing her up-and-down motions on the man's erection.

0:38:47 - The woman raises off the man's cock to allow his expended semen to slowly drip from her vagina and onto his heaving abdomen.

0:38:50 - The video ends abruptly.

~~~

I shut down the video app on my computer and glance at the man sitting across my desk from me, "Why was it so important for you to show me a forty-minute video of..."

I pause while trying to place a name with the face of the woman in the video. Finally, it comes to me, "... Laura Goggins?"

My investigator, Jim Conrad, replied, "Because I don't think you would believe me if I didn't show you some evidence."

"Believe what?" I asked.

"Believe that Toni is next on his list."

~~~

How we met isn't important.

How I finagled her into accepting a first date with me isn't important.

Why she willingly gave me her virginity after six months of courtship isn't important.

What is important, at least to me, is that she is, and has been my wife for the past seven years and the mother of my son for the past six years.

I love my wife. I do, I really do, and she loves me.

No marriage is perfect, but I couldn't imagine one more perfect than ours. Even the arguments were perfect because when we made up, the sex was even more passionate than usual. And the usual sex was nothing short of fantastic. We are happy.

Whether we remain that way is going to depend a great deal on what Jim Conrad has to share with me now.

~~~

"Explain," I tell him.

Jim sits up straighter in his chair and begins, "I shouldn't even be discussing this with you, but we're more than business associates; I consider you one of my best friends..."

"I appreciate that, Jim, and feel the same way. What's going on?"

"Bill Goggins hired me to obtain evidence of his wife's stated intention of cheating on him. According to Bill, she was instructed by the man in the video that if she revealed her plans to her husband in advance, it could not be used against her in any subsequent divorce proceedings. Whether that is true or not, Bill wanted the evidence of the act."

Pointing to the USB drive still plugged into my computer, I said, "You obviously got him what he wanted. How does that apply to Toni being next on this guy's list?"

"The guy in the video is named Chip Evans," Jim said. "He used to be a pro on the PGA circuit with some decent endorsement deals, but he had too many 'morals' infractions and those endorsements all dried up. He is currently working with the PGA in promoting their inner-city golf programs for kids."

That's where I recognized him from. "That figures," I scoffed. "Who better to attract youth to a sport than someone with poor morals?"

"Anyway," Jim continued, "My operative cut off the video when the sexual act ended, but kept recording the audio from the conversation between Evans and Laura Goggins. Listen to this..."

Jim pulled a compact recorder out of the inside pocket of his jacket and started it playing. A woman's voice, presumably Laura Goggins, sounded distant, as if she were several yards from the recording source.

"Wow, I could really become addicted to that big black cock of yours. You were a little slow out of the gate with your oral skills, but your cock eventually made up for it."

A man, again presumably Evans, replied, "I'm usually one-and-done. You'll have to give me some incentive to make me want to fuck you again."

"My tight white pussy isn't enough incentive for you?"

"Shit, I can get all the tight white pussy I want. I would need for fucking yours to benefit me in other ways than just being tight and white."

"There is no way that you're getting that thing near my asshole, so if that's the benefit you're speaking of, you can forget it. I'll suffer with just my husband's pencil dick until the day I die before allowing that thing of yours to tear up my ass."

Evans chuckled before he said, "Believe me, your ass would not be an incentive for me..."

"Then what would?"

"You would have to recruit someone else to my local stable. I like variety, and if you want to be included in that variety, you will need to add to it."

"So, me being your pimp would be the benefit that I would provide? Explain how that would work. Do I pick the woman or do you?"

"Oh, I always pick the woman. Just like I picked you and had Karen Seitz bring me to your attention. And, just like Karen did with you, you just need to convince her to get fucked by me and to tell her husband about it before and afterwards."

"So, obviously, it will be a married woman that you want me to convince. Do you already have someone in mind?"

"Antionette Marion."

Laura hesitated this time before responding, "My boss, Toni? You want me to help you seduce her?"

"Is that a problem for you?"

"Hell, yes, it's a problem! I work for her. If things don't go right, I could lose my job."

"Then I guess that you'll just have to make sure that things go right. Listen, it's not like I won't be doing my part to entice her into experiencing a big black cock for the first time. You'll just need to share your own experience to help alleviate any concerns that she might have about doing it. Think about how Karen convinced you."

"I don't know. Toni and I have never shared much personal information with each other. I'll need to find some way of bringing what we did tonight up in a casual conversation with her."

"Well, once I tap her pussy, you will become vetted, so to speak. We can make this a regular thing whenever I am in town."

"I like the thought of that. How soon will you want to start on her?"

"I'll be leaving for Charlotte in the morning and won't be back until the week after next. That means that I won't be able to start on my end for at least two weeks. That should give you plenty of time to plant the seed with her..."

"Once I help you seduce Toni, I'm going to suck the skin off of your dick, and then we're going to fuck until we can't move."

The two voices faded immediately after the sound of a door closing. Jim stopped the playback of the recording and replaced the device into his jacket pocket.

Recognizing my stunned silence as a need for him to continue, Jim did so, "Apparently, Evans gets off by seducing married women and making certain that their husbands know exactly what he is doing. Making cuckold husbands know that he has the power over them with their wives is his objective. He prefers white women, but he is not exclusive to anything other than wives who are happily married. Whether they remain that way is not his concern, and in fact appears to be exactly what he wants to destroy."

Removing the USB drive from my computer and handing it across to Jim, I said, "Get me everything you can on this guy. Toni hasn't given me any indication that she has met him yet, but I want to be prepared when she does. Oh, and tell Bill Goggins to give me a call. There is a legal matter that I need to discuss with him."

Chapter Two

I still had work to do and clients to see.

"I can see that you put a lot of effort into this," I told the couple across the conference table from me.

We were seated in the conference room of my law offices. My clients today, Eugene and Shaquila Jenkins, had presented me with the requested genealogy chart, or family tree, for the Jenkins family, going back four generations.

"You said that the more thorough we could make it, the easier things would be," Eugene replied.

I studied the chart further before explaining, "'Easier' is a relative term. It certainly helps to identify other potential heirs, but there are still a lot of likely hurdles before us. Do you know how many of the people listed on the chart are still alive?"

Shaquila pointed a finger at the chart in front of me and said, "The names that are bolded are the ones that we know to be still living."

Good, almost entirely the latest generation. Her speech was articulate and bespoke her university education and her position as vice president of public relations for Piedmont Systems. Her husband, Eugene, was a graduate of the U.S. Naval Academy and now worked as a commercial pilot for one of the major airlines. This couple was not my typical client attempting to obtain legal title to a property under South Carolina's convoluted and confusing heirs' laws. They had the money required to retain my services.

In their case, Eugene Jenkins' great-great-grandfather, Irvin, had built a hotel in 1935 along the coast in the town of Atlantic Beach, South Carolina. The town, frequently referred to as "The Black Pearl" was founded by several African-American entrepreneurs in defiance of the segregation laws common at the time. The town became a popular destination for black families, where they could enjoy a beach vacation in a place devoid of "Jim Crow" laws.

The hotel had been demolished in the late fifties, but the oceanfront property still reflected the original title showing Irvin Jenkins as the owner. Irvin had died intestate, or without a will, so under South Carolina law, all of his heirs, and their descendants had an equal right to the property. Over five generations of descendants, to be exact.

Without any of the descendants being able to claim a clear legal title to the property, it could not be sold, developed, refinanced, or be eligible for any state or federal grants. The property was, however, still subject to property tax, which Eugene's father had been paying religiously for sixty-four years. He had then made it a condition of his will that the taxes continue to be paid until all of the descendants of Irvin could come to an agreement on who should fully inherit the property.

This condition in his father's will is what brought the existence of the property to Eugene's attention. Prime oceanfront property along the Grand Strand of South Carolina, between the cities of North Myrtle Beach and the larger Myrtle Beach could be worth millions of dollars. Even if they couldn't sell it to a developer, Eugene and Shaquila viewed it as a possible location for their retirement. This is why they were sitting in the conference room of Baxter Marion, Esq.

As a probate attorney, one of my first clients when I opened my practice had been Eugene's father. My practice is dedicated to estate planning, wills, trusts, and the like, with the occasional prenuptial agreement thrown in for variety. A lot of people are surprised that a probate attorney would be called upon to draft a prenuptial agreement rather than a family law attorney, but when they take into account the estate assets aspects that the dissolution of a marriage typically entails, the reason becomes clearer.

I am also a certified public accountant. As an estate attorney with a CPA license, I am uniquely positioned to offer both legal and tax advice to my clients when structuring their estate planning matters. My practice is extremely lucrative, allowing me to be very selective with the clients I decide to serve.

The Jenkinses lived in Pennsylvania, and like most people from the northern colonies, they had little exposure to the culture of South Carolina. And by culture, I don't mean the laid-back southern charm that attracts many of our visitors. I mean the "good ole boy", "this is the way we have always done it", and "if you don't like it, leave" culture that distinguishes South Carolina from almost every other state in the country.

Our heirs' laws are just a small example of the inefficient, overly-complicated, and illogical laws and government policies that set this state apart. For example, in South Carolina, all judges are appointed by the state legislature and never have to face any reaffirmation or election by the general public. This naturally leads to most judges being placed on the bench based up their political connections rather than their legal and judicial qualifications.

South Carolina is one of only a few states that doesn't provide its voters with the options of petition, referendum, or initiative. Laws are made only by the legislature with no input from the residents of the state. And, while homestead laws in most states are designed to protect individual property rights, in South Carolina, it is used only as a tax credit for property owners over the age of sixty-five. Property owners under sixty-five have no homestead protection at all.

Needless to say, people who relocate to South Carolina from almost any state face a number of strange and bothersome realities in everything from registering their vehicle to paying their taxes.

I opened a folder and pulled out a stack of papers, and addressed Eugene, "According to the Horry County records, the taxes paid by your father while he was alive, and then by you this year, amount to $270,300. Do you agree?"

Eugene simply nodded. Shaquila vocalized her response, "Yes, and none of the others have ever offered to contribute. They claim not to know anything about the property."

Studying the genealogy chart once more, I said, "If the six people you have indicated, excluding yourselves, are the only living heirs, then how would you feel about taking legal action against them for their share of the past taxes? Things like that can create some serious rifts in a family."

"So, require each of them to fork over a little more than $45,000 as their share of the taxes?" asked Shaquila.

"What if they refuse?" Eugene asked before I could respond to his wife.

"Let's back up," I said. "From the chart you provided, none of the other heirs alive are closer to Eugene than a second cousin. Do you maintain a relationship with any of them that you would risk by suing them for their share of the taxes?"

Eugene chuckled and said, "I've never even met any of them. We don't hold family reunions, exchange Christmas cards, or call each other on our birthdays."

His comments gave me pause. If these family members were as disconnected as Eugene was implying, there stood a good chance that they might have kids of their own or other relatives that could surface with a claim to the property. However, if I could get the parents to relinquish their rights to the property, the descendants of those parents would no longer be considered heirs.

"Okay," I said. "Here is what I propose. I will have my investigator confirm the details on the chart and verify the correct mailing address for each relative, as well as their current financial status. It would be good to know if they would have the financial resources that would allow them to pay their share of the taxes before we pursue that with them. If you want clear title to the property, we will need each of them to relinquish their claim in exchange for not being sued for a portion of the back taxes."

"I think that we'll be in good shape there," Eugene said. "My father is the only one of his brothers or sisters to graduate high school, let alone attend college. He took advantage of the G.I. Bill when he had returned from Vietnam to get his business degree. I may not have met many of my cousins, but I do remember all of my aunts and uncles frequently hitting on my dad for money over the years. I can't imagine anyone on the chart being able to counter an offer to forego the taxes by signing over their rights to the property."

I slid the tax records back into the folder and placed the genealogy chart on top of it before replying, "I hope that you're right. It would make things much cleaner. I'll let you know as soon as I have the report back from my investigator."

Jim Conrad was going to be earning his fee from me this month.

~~~

With a last name "Marion" in the state of South Carolina, most people automatically assume me to be a distant relative of the Revolutionary War hero, General Francis Marion. With universities, lakes, hotels, parks, and several other venues throughout the state named in honor of him, it would be easy to fool the casual person and claim a familial relationship. However, Francis Marion never had any children, and no one in my family has ever been able to identify any direct tie to any of his siblings or their descendants.

That isn't to say that my family hadn't been proud residents of the Palmetto state for generations. My father's family tree had roots in South Carolina as far back as the French and Indian War, with vast property holdings and several mills funding the family fortune for centuries. The trust fund that had been inherited by my father was actually the impetus for my decision to become a probate attorney. I wanted to administer the trust myself rather than relying upon others that I barely knew and lacked much confidence in.

I live a comfortable life, easily in line with what most people would consider appropriate for an established attorney with his own legal practice. While many of my clients know that I administer trusts as part of my law practice, none of them are aware of the fact that the largest trust I administer is my own family's. Being the only member of my immediate family still alive, it's an easy secret to maintain.

Even my wife, Toni, is unaware of the trust, since I saw no reason to share the details of my wealth with her when we met. I could provide for the lifestyle she wanted and for a family of our own without touching the trust, and she has never wanted for anything in our seven-plus years together.

My wealth is neither here nor there as far as the looming threat to my marriage is concerned. I wouldn't have to compete with Chip Evans trying to seduce my wife with extravagant gifts or promises of providing her with a lifestyle better than she could have with me. He couldn't beat me financially, and I wouldn't hesitate to make that obvious if necessary to save my marriage.

With red hair so dark that it is frequently mistaken for the color of Mahogany, the figure of a swimsuit model, and a face that had frequently graced the cover of several magazines when she was in college, my wife is an outstanding woman, both in appearance and in character. Toni seldom flirted with other men, especially in public. And, like most beautiful women, she knew how to use her sharp wit to put down the most obnoxious man who made the error of hitting on her.

Sometimes, however, she has the character that matches the color of her dark red hair. Toni is frequently too quick to react to things. And take it from me, she definitely can hold a grudge for a long time when provoked. A testament to the Irish blood coursing through her.

In contrast, my legal training, along with over a decade of exposure to a variety of oriental martial arts, taught me how to deal with issues in a more placid manner. Toni often complained that, were it not for the passion that I demonstrated during "make up sex", and the love that she always saw in my eyes, she would suspect that she had married a man from the planet Vulcan.

Toni initially mistook my seriously calm aura as a weakness on my part. Patiently waiting for one of her tirades to subside before addressing whatever the cause of her ire was at the time had given her the false impression that I would acquiesce to her will. Three short but contentious break ups before we were eventually engaged, with her crawling back to apologize each time, convinced her otherwise. She still expresses herself quite passionately at times, but my reaction, or lack thereof, was no longer taken as anything other than me patiently waiting my turn.

And my turn always came.

~~~

I set the power of attorney document that I had been reviewing for a new client aside and started giving exclusive thought to one Mr. Chip Evans.

Until Jim Conrad got back to me with more details on the man, I had to work from the limited details available to me from the video and subsequent audio recordings.

I suppose for people like Evans, seducing married women makes them feel like they're particularly clever, or like a secret agent out of some movie. It is likely a side effect of continually getting one over on the people who know you. In any case, a person like Chip Evans is special, or at least he thinks so. He considers himself better than the husbands of his conquests, or any other decent person who wakes up every morning thinking they're safe amongst friends, family, and the people who love them.

Evans was obviously African-American, and centuries of racial injustice could be a factor in his targeting white wives as some sort of perceived retribution against their white husbands. I wondered if he would target the white wife of another African-American husband as aggressively. I doubted it, largely because the "taboo" aspect for the white wife having sex with a black man would not be present with an interracial marriage.

Did Toni harbor any taboo fantasies about black men? I honestly didn't know. I did know that if she had any fantasies about the legendary size of a black man's cock, she would be disappointed when comparing the size of Chip Evans with what she already had with me. I faced no threat from the size of Chip Evans' cock.

No, the threat I faced was one of lost respect from my wife. Cheating isn't the act of sexual intercourse. That's just what happens when someone decides to ignore their vows. Cheating is choosing by action or omission to refuse to honor your promise to your spouse, or just to ignore them. The most common way anyone cheats is by failing to cherish their spouse. That was Evans' modus operandi, and I needed to beat him at his own game.

My desk phone beeped. Based upon what I had learned that morning, the announcement from my secretary that my wife was on the phone and asking to speak with me foretold the beginning of the expected attempt at Toni's seduction.

"Hello, gorgeous," I said when answering the call. "To what do I owe this pleasure? Nothing is wrong I hope."

"No, no, nothing is wrong," Toni replied in an upbeat tone. "I just wanted to know if you could pick up Jack from after-school care today."

"I think that could be arranged," I replied. "What's up?"

There was no hesitation in Toni's reply, "Laura wants to know if I can join her for a drink after work." She lowered her voice before continuing, "I think that she is having some problems with her marriage and is looking for a shoulder to cry on. I'm going to suggest that we go to Maggi D's so I'll order take-out while we're there and bring it home for dinner. I don't want you to have to worry about that."

"It's not a problem," I assured her. "I'll keep Jack entertained until you get home with dinner. Just let me know if Laura's woes keep you longer than you anticipate."

"I won't let that happen," Toni insisted. "I am always too anxious to get home to my two guys. I'll listen to her share her problems and then tell her to give me time to consider them before offering any advice. That should allow me to get away after just one drink with her."

"Do what you think is best," I told her. "I've got you covered on the home front."

The love in her voice was unmistakable as Toni said, "I know you do, and I treasure you for it. I love you, and I'll be home as soon as I can."

After Toni disconnected our call, I considered this meeting with Laura Goggins. Jim Conrad hadn't mentioned when the video had been recorded, but based upon his urgent request to meet with me this morning, I didn't think that it was much of a stretch to assume that it was only a day or two old. If this request from Laura Coggins for Toni to meet her for drinks was related to the demands from Chip Evans for her to assist him with seducing my wife, Laura wasn't wasting any time.

The company that Toni works for, Amerigolf is essentially a chamber of commerce dedicated exclusively to promoting the sport of golf along the Grand Strand of South Carolina. Myrtle Beach is known as the "Golf Capitol of the World". With more than ninety highly rated courses in the immediate area, it is one of the top golf destinations in America. Virtually every golf course in the area was a member of Amerigolf, and they all benefited from the programs and promotional activities that Amerigolf developed.

Amerigolf also served as a single focal point for organizations such as the PGA, which wanted to promote an agenda to all of the golf courses in the area without having to target them individually. This is likely the reason that someone like Chip Evans was able to wheedle his way into Amerigolf and bring him into contact with the employees there, including Karen Seitz, Laura Goggins, and eventually, my wife.

Toni was the Director of Community Outreach for Amerigolf. She had three women working under her to identify charitable ways for the local golf industry to give back to the community. One of these women was Laura Goggins, and while she was a beautiful woman, she paled next to Toni. All of the women who reported to my wife were older than her, which had initially made Toni fearful about them accepting her as their boss.

She had remained professional as their manager, yet supportive and friendly with all of them. But it still seemed strange to me that a woman at least ten years older than her would be seeking a shoulder to cry on from my wife. Of course, I knew the reason from what I had heard on the voice recording, but did Toni also think it strange?

Who knows with women?

How would Laura's anxiousness to fulfill Evans' demands so that she could get another crack at his "equipment" influence her conversation with Toni? Would Laura confess her own infidelity to Toni, reminiscing about how wonderful Evans had made her feel, or would she warn her off? I started considering how I could get Toni to openly share her conversation with Laura once she got home.

It would be much easier than I thought.

Chapter Three

Toni found me and Jack in the room that I used as my home office. Jack was sitting on my lap as I exercised on the rowing machine that was a small part of the regimen that Toni said kept me looking five years younger than my true age of thirty-three.

Toni envied my ability to keep myself in such great shape by swimming in our backyard pool, running five miles a day, and using the assorted exercise equipment in our home. She needed the structure afforded to her by having a gym membership and a personal trainer in order to maintain the discipline that seemed to come so easily for me. She knew that her efforts to stay in shape paid off, but she wished that it was as easy for her as it was for me.

I paused when I saw my wife enter. I lifted Jack onto his feet beside the rowing machine and said, "There's Mom with our dinner, just like I told you. Give her a hug and kiss before going to wash up for dinner. I'm sure that you're as sweaty as I am after rowing so fast to get away from the pirates."

Toni bent down to receive the hug and kiss from our son before asking, "You were running from pirates again?"

I rose from the rower and said, "Don't knock his imagination. I don't have to row as fast to outrun the pirate ship as I do to outrun the sharks. How did your meeting with Laura go?"

"I'll tell you about it after we get Jack in bed," Toni said as she kissed me. "I hope that us both having garlic breath tonight won't put a damper on things later."

Nibbling her neck below her left ear, I asked, "Has it ever?"

Toni moaned, "Say the right word and you could get very lucky tonight."

I gently licked her ear and said, "Really?"

"I love how you always know just the right word," she said as she moved away from me. "Let's get our boy fed and ready for bed before our luck runs out."

I had already done Jack's typical playtime and read him a story, so after dinner, Toni focused her attention on getting our son a bath, and then into bed by his usual time of 8pm. While she took care of that, I retreated to my home office to check e-mails.

There was one from Jim Conrad with three attachments. The body of the e-mail simply stated that the attachments were preliminary. More in-depth details would be provided within a few days. I didn't open the attachments, but I could see from their titles that they included credit reports from Equifax and TransUnion, as well as a criminal background check, all on Chip Evans. Easy information for a licensed private investigator to obtain through online requests.

I knew that I didn't have time to get too deep into the attachments before Toni would have Jack in bed and be expecting me to join her in our bedroom, so I closed the e-mail and did some quick research on the Professional Golfers Association of America. I had barely opened the PGA website when I heard Toni calling for me.

As was her usual routine, Toni had waited until she was actually ready for bed before notifying me. She had already removed her makeup, washed her face, brushed her teeth, and performed all of her typical nighttime routine. She never made me wait idly for her to do all these things, which was just one of the courtesies that she demonstrated to me on a daily basis.

I had no fear of Chip Evans seducing Toni with material things because I could easily best him in that regard. I had no fear of the size of his cock being a lure for a wife with one bigger waiting for her at home. As Toni brought her naked body to me and began undressing me, my fears about losing her respect drifted from my mind entirely.

~~~

"I never thought that you like that position very much," I told Toni.

Our lovemaking tonight had been slow and delightful, then fast and powerful. From the beginning of our sexual relationship, we had never been a "one-and-done" couple unless the circumstances made it prudent to do so. Having sex in a public place once was risky. Going for a repeat performance was pushing our chances too much.

Tonight, Toni had initiated our second round by being more aggressive than normal in getting me ready. Her control continued as she had mounted me in a reverse-cowgirl position and fucked me like a woman possessed.

"One of the many things that I love about you, and always have," Toni said, "is how you are such a gentleman lover most of the time, but willingly turn into my caveman when I need you to."

"So, tonight you needed a caveman?" I teased.

"No," she said. "I needed both. The love and security that our lovemaking instills in me is what allows me to be more. I feel confident that I can ravage you and be ravaged by you without any judgement of my desires at the time. Tonight, a had a deep desire to watch you sliding in and out of me as I basically fucked you for a change. You didn't mind, did you?"

"Not really..." I started to say.

"You didn't like it?" Toni asked with obvious pain in her voice.

I pulled her tighter against my side and tried to explain, "I loved it, but in hindsight, I would have enjoyed it more if we had been lying across the bed instead of where we were."

Pointing to the dresser along the side of our bed, I said, "I think it would have been nice to see your reflection in the mirror over the dresser. To watch your face, look into your eyes, and experience everything that your expressions would have shown me."

"Oh, God, Bax, I would have loved that too. I'm sorry that I didn't think of it. It's not like we haven't talked about it before. That's why we always do doggy with me facing the mirror, so we can both watch the other's expressions."

I had no issue with Toni wanting to observe the physical coupling of our two bodies as we had sex. In fact, I thought her doing so was kinda hot. I was curious, however, why she was expressing this new-found interest in doing so.

"So," I asked, "how did it look when you watched us?"

Toni giggled, "It looks like I need to trim my hair down there if I want to get a better view. What I was able to see really stoked my fire. I know how wonderful you have always felt when stretching and filling me so completely. Watching you, seeing my juices covering you as I slid up and down - all that was amazing. My hair obstructed some of the view of you stretching me open, which is what I was really wanting to see. I want to see what I feel. Does that make sense?"

"I have no problem with you trimming your hair as long as you don't shave it entirely," I assured her. "How long have you been wanting to watch us? You've never mentioned this desire before and I want to make sure that you are always comfortable expressing your desires to me rather than suppressing them."

Toni got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I suspected that she was getting a wet, warm washcloth to clean us both up before things began drying too much. As she returned to the bed, she said, "I told you that our lovemaking instills the security and confidence that allows me to share my desires with you, which is what I did tonight when the particular desire to watch us came to me."

"Spontaneous desires can be rewarding," I said with a chuckle.

Toni had cleaned herself in the bathroom, so as soon as she finished cleaning me, she tossed the washcloth through the bathroom door and crawled back into the bed beside me.

"I can't claim that it was entirely spontaneous," she said. "Some things that Laura said during our conversation over drinks sort of planted the seed."

"Oh, really?" I said. "I thought that she was having marriage troubles. What sort of troubles are her and her husband having that would plant that particular seed of desire into your head?"

Toni cuddled against me, "Well, first of all, I want to assure you that while I never discuss or share any intimate details of our love life or marriage with anyone other than you, other women are not quite as constrained."

As I have previously mentioned, when Toni had first experienced my cock, she had been a virgin. We were both out of college and socialized with only our close friends. However, my own experiences while in college were still fresh in my mind, so I had asked Toni to keep intimate details about each of us private.

I think that she initially took this as my attempt to protect her reputation among our friends. In reality, I had seen what a partner sharing certain details about their experience with me typically resulted in. I kept my wealth a secret so I never had to worry about that being an influence when a girl showed an interest in me. The size of my cock was a different matter.

"I appreciate that, and share your belief in our privacy. So, what did Laura share that planted the seed?"

Toni tilted her head and looked me in the eyes as she asked, "I assume that you are familiar with the term, 'cuckold'?"

I stared at my wife for several seconds before slowly replying, "Yes, I am familiar with the term. What about it?"

"Laura is cuckolding her husband and apparently, he isn't taking it as well as she had hoped..."

I sat up and angrily said, "Wait a second here. If you haven't shared any intimate details of our marriage, and even if you have, why would Laura feel that you could offer her advice on how to get her husband to accept being a cuckold? What have you been telling people?"

"No, no, Bax! She didn't want advice from me. She just wanted to brag about how great the sex with her black bull was. The only advice that I gave her was to respect her husband and beg him for forgiveness. I wasn't interested in hearing all the details of her affair, but the way that she talked about how big the guy was is what planted the seed with me. The way that she described him made me appreciate how lucky I am to have you. I didn't tell Laura, but from the way she described it, you are better endowed than her black bull. I just wanted to see how the way that you make me feel looks while we're doing it."

Toni seemed sincere. There were no hints of perfidy in her eyes, body language, or tone of voice. I said, "Tell me more. What all did Laura share with you?"

Sliding her hand down to partially encircle my flaccid cock, Toni asked, "Can I do something first? It might help provide some context to our discussion."

"What did you have in mind?" I asked, feeling the first traces of arousal from her hand around me.

Toni slid out of bed as she said, "Wait here. I'll be right back."

I watched her breathtaking ass as she strode quickly to her walk-in closet and turned on the light. This vision did nothing to quell the effect that Toni's touch had inspired. The sight of her stretching to reach something on the shelf added to my increasing arousal.

Toni placed the box containing her sewing items onto the floor, bending at the waist with her back to me. I wondered if her actions were deliberate, because the sight of her bent over like that had me virtually panting for her. She opened the top of the box and withdrew something.

When she turned to return to our bed, she held up the tape measure as she explained, "I want to measure you. I think that I am pretty good at guessing spaces and dimensions from just looking at them, but I want to see if my judgement of your size is based on reality in addition to how you feel inside of me."

Toni threw back the covers on the bed as she joined me, "First, I need to get you in the proper shape to measure."

Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending upon your perspective, watching her retrieve the tape measure had left her mouth and hands with very little to do in order for me to be "measurement qualified."

My wife appeared satisfied as she picked up the tape measure from where she had left it on the bed. "Let's start with your length. I've always guessed that you were nine inches from your belly to the tip."

She held one end of the tape measure against the root of my cock at my stomach and unwound it towards the tip. She smiled as she read the measurement, "You're nine and three-quarter inches! I apologize for selling you short with my estimate. Now, let's check your circumference..."

As she started to wrap the tape measure around the center of my cock, I asked, "Aren't you going to tell me what your guess was?"

"Oh, that's probably way off," she said. "I would have had to calculated from what I estimated the diameter to be, and you know that math equations have never been my strength. Let's measure it to be certain."

"Holy fuck!" Toni said. "You're five and a half inches around. No wonder natural child birth gave me less problems than most women. I had been taking your monster for months before Jack came out."

I chuckled and said, "Okay, you have your measurements, so what do they have to do with your discussion with Laura Goggins? You already said that you didn't share any of our details with her, so I have to assume that my size wasn't mentioned."

Toni tossed her tape measure onto the floor and returned her hand to my cock, "I don't want this to go away while I explain. I have plans for it later. I want to use my mouth, but that would make it a challenge to speak at the same time."

I groaned as she spit on her hand and began stroking me in earnest. She said, "Laura had heard about this guy from another woman, who she didn't name. This other woman seemed to be mesmerized by the size of this guy's 'equipment', as she called it, and convinced Laura to give him a try herself. According to Laura, his equipment was easily twice the size of her husband's and hit spots inside her that had never been touched before. She actually giggled and said that she was now a 'size queen', whatever that means."

"It means that she now prefers bigger cocks," I said. "Go on."

"Anyway," Toni continued, "Laura raved about what a great experience it was, how she can't wait to do it again, and how every woman should get the chance to experience a guy as well endowed as her bull was, at least once in their life. She asked me if I had ever had sex with a really well-hung guy, and I said that I had only ever been with you, my husband. I asked her what she considered 'well-hung' and she said that the guy had to have at least eight inches."

"Hence your interest in measuring me," I teased. "What about her apparently wanting to cuckold her husband? What were your thoughts on that?"

Toni spit on her hand again to lubricate her strokes, "I already told you that I advised her to respect her husband and to beg for his forgiveness, but I sensed that it fell on deaf ears. My take on things is that the guy, this 'bull', is the one encouraging her to treat her husband that way. She seems almost addicted to the relationship with him, both physically and emotionally."

I told Toni, "When a wife chooses another man, she has literally told her husband that he isn't good enough for her, and that leads to just two options. Either she takes him back but resents him, or she rejects him so that she doesn't resent herself for having settled. Once the wife makes up their mind either way, in my experience, she may not be out the door just yet, but she's heading there."

"That's the sense that I got from Laura's explanation of things," Toni confirmed. "But tell me, how much experience do you have with wayward wives?"

Sighing, I said, "I don't practice family law, as you already know. But I do have exposure to a lot of instances where the dissolution of a marriage impacts existing estate planning documents, so I have to adjust things accordingly. Consequently, I tend to stay informed about family law case precedents that could influence the distribution of assets and similar matters."

Toni leaned down and kissed the head of my cock before saying, "I'm tired of this conversation. While I use your body to pleasure myself, and hopefully you as well, I want you to think about a different subject for us to discuss later."

I slid my hand between her legs and asked, "What subject might that be?"

"The subject of us giving Jack a little brother or sister. I'm ready if you are."

Chapter Four

Feeling extremely confident that my marriage was safe for the time being lightened my spirits. It didn't make me complacent though.

As the information from Jim Conrad provided on Chip Evans continued to come in, I reviewed every detail. I fully understood his financial situation. He earned around sixty thousand a year from the PGA and an additional ten to twenty thousand each year in speaking fees and private golf lessons. He didn't hold a membership at any golf course, but had courtesy rights to play at several around the country. He didn't own a home, residing mostly in hotels in whichever city he was visiting at the time. He used his mother's house in Massachusetts as his official residence.

Evans didn't own a vehicle, again relying on rentals due to his travels. He had less than one thousand dollars in savings, no retirement account, and no investments. His credit score was barely over 500, due largely to him owing more than one hundred grand in combined credit card debt.

It took me a while to figure out why a guy earning around seventy-five thousand dollars a year, with minimal out-of-pocket expenses evident, didn't have either more savings or lower debt. It turns out that Evans is one fertile son of a bitch. He was paying almost his entire income as support for the eight kids that he had fathered, each with a different mother. DNA testing had really come along to bite Chip Evans in the ass.

I was surprised to learn that Evans was not a citizen of the United States. He had been brought to this country from Jamaica as an infant by his single mother. She had worked two part time jobs at the famous Myopia Hunt Club, northeast of Boston, one as an attendant in the women's locker room, and one as a waitress in the cocktail lounge of the club.

Seeing the records of Evans' mother's three terminated pregnancies while working at the Myopia Hunt Club, I was both impressed with Jim Conrad's ability to obtain confidential information, and at the same time, curious about whether a resentment over privileged white members of the place where his mother worked getting her pregnant might be an influence in Chip Evans' attitude towards white husbands.

While he had legal resident status, he had never sought to obtain U.S. citizenship. The reason, or reasons for this were not listed.

The chips kept getting stacked against Chip as I learned more about him. I wasn't certain how I would use everything I knew, but it's better to have the knowledge and not need it than to need the knowledge and not have it.

My desk phone buzzed, "Mr. Marion, your wife is in the lobby asking to see you. She has a gentleman with her."

"When is my next appointment?" I asked.

My receptionist replied, "In thirty-five minutes. The Fallon family for the Clearwater Trust meeting."

"Thank you. Please show my wife to the small conference room. If the Fallon family arrive for the meeting before I'm through, please put them in the larger conference room."

I disconnect without waiting for a reply and picked up my cell phone. It was still on silent from my last client meeting. I saw that I had a text from Toni from about fifteen minutes ago, simply saying, "Sorry".

What did she have to be sorry about? Everything between us had been as spectacular as ever, with our lovemaking being at the top of the list. She had even rebuffed repeated requests by Laura Goggins for the two of them to meet up for drinks again after work so that Toni would be home with Jack before I arrived each day.

When I entered the conference room where I had instructed Toni and her guest to be taken to, I immediately knew who had accompanied Toni to my office and suspected the reason for her preemptive apology.

Toni came to me and gave me a quick kiss before introducing me to Chip Evans.

"It's a pleasure to meet the man who has won the heart of such a remarkable woman," Evans said as he shook my hand. "You are a very lucky man."

"Thank you," I replied in a harried tone. "I will always make time for my wife, but I don't have much time for anyone else this afternoon. What can I do for you, Mr. Evans?"

I didn't want this guy to think that I had all the time in the world to waste on him.

Toni said, "I'm sorry, Bax. I explained to Chip that you were always very busy and might not have time for us if we just popped in on you, but he insisted on taking our chances that you might be able to listen to him for a few minutes."

I smiled at Toni to reassure her that I placed no blame on her before pulling out a chair for her at the conference table. As soon as she took the seat, Evans took the seat next to her. Toni immediately rose and walked around the table to take a seat on the opposite side from him. I pulled that chair out for her before taking my own seat at the head of the table.

I sat impatiently waiting for Evans to state the purpose for this intrusion.

He finally said, "I represent PGA Reach, the charitable foundation of the PGA of America. Our mission is to positively impact the lives of youth, military, and diverse populations in a community by enabling access to PGA professionals, PGA Sections and the game of golf."

"That sounds like an admirable mission," I said.

Evans smiled broadly, "Yes, it is, and we want to make it a major part of the community outreach programs that Amerigolf promotes here in the Grand Strand. I have asked your lovely wife to assist me with getting the local golf courses aligned with the mission of PGA Reach."

"So, what's the problem?" I asked. "Toni is the best at promoting community outreach among the golf courses in the area or she wouldn't be as highly regarded at Amerigolf as she is."

Toni's smile made my day and it wasn't half over yet.

Evans frowned at the interaction between Toni and me, but recovered quickly as he said, "I've met with seven of the local golf courses and I am now convinced that what Toni told me is true. The golf community here takes its lead on charitable endeavors entirely from Amerigolf."

"That has never been a problem before," I said. Turning to Toni, I asked, "Has it?"

"Not when we have been able to budget for the specific programs," Toni said. "When I have enough time to do the necessary fund raising that a program will require, the individual golf courses have traditionally fallen in line. PGA Reach is coming to us in between budget cycles and the funding for their initiatives are not currently in our budget."

"Understandable," I said. "But what does that have to do with your visit here today?"

"The Render Trust," Toni said. "One of my employees mentioned to Mr. Evans that I have sometimes been able to get the administrator of the Render Trust to allocate a portion of the yearly charitable distributions from the trust to Amerigolf's community outreach programs outside of the budgeted allotment."

Now I frowned at my wife. Was she trying to take advantage of our relationship to get me, as the administrator for the Render Trust to party up the money that would allow this asshole to accomplish his objectives? Didn't she realize that one of his objectives was to seduce her and make me a cuckold?

"I checked with the IRS," Evans said. "We know that the Render Trust hasn't reported charitable distributions yet for the year, so I wanted to throw PGA Reach's hat into the ring for your consideration."

"You can take your hat and shove it up your ass," is what I wanted to say.

Instead, I said, "I have clients arriving shortly. I will try to find time later this week, or next, to discuss the Render Trust charitable distributions with the management team at Amerigolf. The trust receives a number of requests for support, as I'm sure that you understand. I suggest that you provide Amerigolf with all the relevant merits of what PGA Reach is proposing so that they are prepared to address them for you."

Evans said, "This is a time sensitive mission that should be launched prior to the PGA Tour beginning next year. I will make myself available to meet with you and Toni at any time..."

"I apologize, but my wife, or maybe her employee, mis-spoke earlier," I said. "As my wife, Toni must recuse herself from any discussions where my role as the administrator of the trust and Amerigolf are concerned. Her bringing you here today is technically an ethical infraction that could reflect badly on her if someone finds out."

Toni's eyes grew wide and she stuttered, "Bax.."

"It's okay, Sweetie. I'll see you at home at the usual time."

As I showed them to the door, Evans smirked and said, "I hope you don't mind, but I was going to ask Toni to join me for a drink after work so we could discuss a media strategy for PGA Reach. I won't keep her too late, I promise."

Focusing my eyes on Toni until hers met mine, I replied to Evans, "You can ask."

I was surprised when Evans paused to let Toni through the door before him. It was the first respectful thing that I had witnessed from him, towards anybody. I followed them to the lobby where I gave my wife another quick kiss, and said, "Have a good afternoon."

Turning to shake the proffered hand of Chip Evans, I asked, "Do you like snakes?"

Evans glanced around the lobby wondering what might have prompted my question. Toni was halfway through the door out to the hallway when he finally answered, "I'm not afraid of them, if that's what you mean. Why, do you like them?"

"Hell no," I said, holding the door for him, "I fucking kill them."

The bottom of the door struck the heel of Evans' shoe when I closed it. I heard him stumble in the hallway but didn't bother to check whether or not he fell. What did I care?

I went back to my office but didn't sit at my desk. I stood in front of the window that overlooked the parking lot seven floors below and waited. I watched as Evans and my wife walked out of the building. He tried to place his hand on the small of Toni's back as they walked but she took a side step to remain out of his reach.

The way that Evans swaggered across the parking lot towards his car spoke of the arrogance of this bastard. I had met his type before, in college, law school, and in everyday life. They approached everything around them as if it was there just to please them alone. They often treated those around them with disdain, an attitude that had been obvious just under the surface when Evans had looked at me during our brief meeting.

I had no time for entitled pricks like these, but I held a special level of hate reserved just for this bastard.

~~~

"The same old Baxter," Troy Burroughs said as I took the seat across from him. "Always right on time."

We bumped fists and I said, "As I always told you, all it takes is the discipline to make someone other than yourself the priority. How did your case go?"

Troy Burroughs was my former roommate while we both attended Clemson Law School. While I had gone into probate law, Troy had chosen the more lucrative practice of personal injury law. He was currently an associate partner at the largest personal injury firm in the state, practicing out of their Charleston office. Whenever one of his cases brought him to Horry County, we would always meet for lunch to catch up on each other's lives.

Troy chuckled and said, "If the good old boys in our state legislature ever get a clue, I'll probably have to find a different profession. However, as long as they still think that 'tort reform' refers to leftover peach cobbler with fresh ice cream on top, I'll keep raking in the settlements."

"Was this the ambulance case?" I asked.

Troy had mentioned to me that he was representing the driver of a car that had struck a paramedic ambulance running with red lights and siren when it had turned in front of him at an intersection in Myrtle Beach. The insurance carrier for the county was insisting that Troy's client was at fault and refusing to consider any damage settlement. He had come to town to attend the first hearing this morning.

We placed our drink orders before Troy answered, "I thank my blessed stars for old professor Sizemore and all the research that he had us do for our mock trials. It's almost like he knew that once we started practicing law in South Carolina, we would usually be facing legal counsel of the 'Yankee' persuasion. That's what I did this morning."

I laughed and asked, "Which obscure or convoluted South Carolina law did you 'knee-cap' your opposition with today?"

Hearing Troy cite the particular law, I was once again impressed with my former roommate. I was feeling no sympathy for the poor attorneys that had been blindsided by bringing their often Ivy League law degrees onto our home turf. I didn't get to face uninformed attorneys in probate court too often, since I usually let my documented points of case law destroy them before a case ever went before a judge.

In fairness, what reasonable person from another state would guess that South Carolina traffic laws made it illegal to not yield to an emergency vehicle stopped along the side of the road, by moving over or slowing down, yet consider it perfectly legal not to yield to the same emergency vehicle if it was moving? Under South Carolina law, the driver of the ambulance was at fault for failing to yield to Troy's client's vehicle, not the other way around.

Troy and I both wished that our lunch could have lasted longer, but he had an almost three-hour drive back to Charleston and I had two more client meetings that afternoon. I was also uncertain about whether I might need to pick up my son from his after-school care facility and take him home.

Driving back to my office, I started giving more consideration to the discussion that Troy and I had over lunch. South Carolina might have some illogical, outdated, and obscure laws, but I suspected that there were a few that I could use to my benefit, much like Troy had.

~~~

I was not a happy camper when Toni arrived home two hours late, carrying her shoes in her hand. My anger had been growing since I had received her text informing me that I would need to pick up Jack due to her having a late meeting.

It was obvious from the expression on her face that my wife was in as poor a mood as I was. This was confirmed as she stomped into the kitchen and threw her shoes into the garbage can before pouring herself a glass of wine.

She finally noticed me sitting on the couch and growled, "What? Are you going to give me crap too?"

I simply patted the spot next to me, encouraging her to join me. Toni hesitated.

I knew that she was conflicted by my gesture. On one hand, she wanted to embrace her natural tendency to explode over whatever was bothering her, but on the other hand, she desired nothing more than to be held and calmly comforted by me as she more sedately shared what was bothering her.

After emitting a sigh of resignation, Toni slowly walked over and joined me on the couch. She took the spot beside me, but remained rigid in her posture. "Where's Jack?"

"He's playing with his Legos until I call him for dinner," I explained. "What happened to your shoes?"

Toni's angry expression had me preparing to take the wine glass from her hand before she threw it across the living room, but I hesitated.

"I broke a heel practically leaping from that asshole's car," she seethed. "I just couldn't stand to listen to him anymore and he wouldn't shut up when I asked him to."

"Evans?" I asked, although I had no doubt about who she was referring to.

"Of course, Evans," she spat. "We hadn't traveled two blocks from your office before he started belittling and berating you for not showing him more respect. Then he started telling me all the things that he expected me to do to assist him with, 'putting that shyster in his place'.

I tried to explain that you had acted professionally and always took your stewardship of any trust that you administered seriously. He then began making crude and disrespectful comments about everything from your manhood to your obvious shortcomings as a husband and father. I couldn't listen to any more, so when he had to stop at the intersection of Oleander and 48^th Avenue, I opened my door and stepped out.

I didn't notice the storm grate on the side of the road and ended up breaking a heel on one of my shoes when I stepped on it. The asshole just drove away and I had to take a taxi back to the office. While waiting for the taxi is when I texted you to pick up Jack."

"That was over four hours ago," I said.

Toni took a sip of her wine before leaning forward and placing the wineglass onto the coffee table. When she leaned back, she nestled herself against me, her anger having subsided. I put my arm around her and waited for her to continue.

"It took me over an hour to get back to the office, and when I arrived there, I wanted to go immediately to Brent's office to tell him what had happened, but Evans was already there telling his side of things, I assume. It wasn't until after five that I had a chance to speak with Brent. That's why I am late."

Brent Chapin was the director of Amerigolf and Toni's manager. I had met him several times in social settings and thought that he was a decent guy and probably a good boss. Toni had never complained about him.

"What did Brent say when you told him your side?" I asked.

Snuggling closer to me, Toni said, "Oh, he was apologetic I suppose, but he said that the relationship between PGA Reach and Amerigolf was one that he was trying to nurture and develop into being a long-term benefit for the organization, so he didn't want to cause a big ruckus over things. He encouraged me to not make too big a deal over things that Chip Evans says or does while he was working with us. He reminded me that Evans would only be here until the PGA Reach programs got launched and then we would hardly ever hear from him again."

My opinion of Brent Chapin just did a complete one-eighty. He might be perfectly content to pimp out my wife in order to achieve his objectives, or those of Amerigolf, but I certainly wasn't going to stand by and let him do it. I wanted some time to digest what Toni had told, and an opportunity to think a little bit.

I told Toni, "We can talk more later. I figured that we could have the leftover casserole for dinner so that no one has to worry about cooking. Why don't I start heating that up and getting things ready while you change and then grab a few minutes with your son?"

Toni playfully smacked my chest and said with a smile, "No way, dear husband of mine. I'm not going into Jack's bedroom with bare feet knowing that he has been playing with his Legos. I'll change after getting dinner ready. You still have shoes on, so you can wander through the bedroom floor of pain safely to retrieve our son."

She gave me a smoldering kiss before rising and smiling seductively down at me, saying, "Later, you can give me the tongue-lashing that I deserve tor interrupting your work day."

Toni had read somewhere that the human tongue is about four inches long. She had often teased that what my tongue lacked in length compared to my cock, it easily made up for that in its stamina. Apparently, the tongue is the only muscle in the human body that doesn't tire. At least it never has for us.

Chapter Five

Toni smacked her lips and smiled up at me. I was lying on my back, just luxuriating in the feel of my wife's mouth and tongue as she cleaned the remnants of our lovemaking off of my semi-erect cock.

"I have a confession to make," Toni said as she placed her left hand on my cock and gently squeezed. "Well, probably two different confessions."

Judging from her light-hearted, post-coital mood, I suspected that whatever Toni wanted to confess wouldn't rattle our world too much. I pulled her body closer and said, "Go ahead."

Toni kissed my chest before looking me in the eyes, "You know that part of the video where Laura expressed concern over the size of his cock?"

I had shared the video and audio recordings from Jim Conrad with Toni to help support that her intuitive feelings about Chip Evans were justified. She had felt bad for Laura, Karen, and their respective marriages being manipulated by this predator, and had momentarily questioned whether she should have been more observant and protective of the women who reported to her. I had finally made her see that each of the women had faced the same choice as her. They had simply chosen wrong.

"I remember that part," I told Toni. "What about it?"

Toni squeezed my cock again, "I never was afraid of you; of this. I wonder why."

"Maybe because I was your first," I offered. "You didn't have anything to compare it to."

Returning her head to lay again on my chest, she said, "Well, that is my second confession. Yes, I was a virgin when you made love to me the first time, but this was not the first cock that I had seen or touched. I didn't think that it was my responsibility to jerk off every high school or college boy I knew, but there were a few before we met that I had given hand jobs to. I knew when I saw this thing that you were much larger than anything I had ever experienced before, but I was never frightened by your size."

"Trust?" I asked. "Maybe it was because you trusted me to go slow and be gentle."

"Oh, I definitely trusted you," Toni said. "I trusted that you were my future, and that your love was mine exclusively or I never would have given myself to you that night. Beyond that, I guess that I somehow knew that if our hearts had melded together so effortlessly and so firmly, that our bodies would naturally do the same. And, we did. Other than the momentary discomfort when you broke my hymen, I felt nothing but your love entering me, stretching me, and filling me more than any girl ever deserved."

Stroking Toni's hair, I said, "I had never fit so fully inside anyone before you. I worried initially that there was something wrong with you, like you didn't have a cervix or something."

Toni giggled, "You're funny. But, to ease your mind, my Gynecologist theorizes that you get me so aroused prior to penetration that the natural elongation of my vagina seems to go into hyperdrive, causing my cervix to retract further inside to accommodate you."

"Well, however you do it," I said, "Please never stop."

Toni raised her head and looked into my eyes again, "I have stopped before if you remember."

I thought for a few seconds before asking, "When? I don't remember."

Toni grinned and said, "It was a little over six years ago, if that helps you remember."

The light bulb in my head instantly illuminated, 'That's right. We had to be more selective in our positions while you were pregnant. I do remember."

"I'm proud of you," Toni teased. "If the fact that my period for this month being two days overdue is any indication, you may get the chance to refresh your memories in a few months."

~~~

Toni and I had continued our discussion that evening related to Chip Evans, PGA Reach, and her role in supporting both at Amerigolf. I didn't tell my wife about all the details my research on Evans had revealed about his history and his character, but I did resolve to get him out of Toni's life sooner rather than later.

When we discussed how Toni could best navigate around Evans and his shenanigans, I was proud when Toni described a strategy that she had formulated on her own while driving home that day. She would explain to Brent that with October and the annual Breast Cancer Awareness events needing to be organized among all the different golf courses, she should focus on that role and delegate the PGA Reach launch to Karen Seitz and Laura Goggins. Evans should be pleased to have two of her staff assisting him instead of just one.

Well, he wasn't pleased but thankfully, Brent Chapin had supported Toni. She still had to see Evans on a daily basis, but only in update meetings and similar situations where several other people were always present.

Evans did continue sending Toni e-mail and text messages asking her to "work on her husband" to get the meeting to discuss a donation by the Render Trust scheduled. He ignored her warnings that her interference would be unethical and he kept reminding her that my schedule couldn't be that busy since I seldom even had to go to court, like a "real attorney".

For my part, I had all the biographical and character information I needed on Chip Evans to demonstrate to the world exactly the type of person he was. It took longer than I had anticipated to coordinate the calendars for all of the participants I wanted to be present when Evans' world would come crashing down.

~~~

We were in the larger conference room in my offices. The table could accommodate twenty people, but at the moment, there were only six; myself, Antionette Marion, Brent Chapin, Chip Evans, Karen Seitz, and Laura Goggins. I had assured Brent that it was acceptable for my wife to be present as long as she remained a silent observer during any discussions related to the Render Trust.

Evans, along with contributions from Karen and Laura, had just finished his presentation on the PGA Reach program and how he envisioned it being launched along the Grand Strand. He was just preparing to make his pitch for the Render Trust to support the PGA Reach mission, when I cut him off.

His smirk denoted his agitation with me, but I didn't care. I simply said, "As administrator for the trust, I must adhere to the wishes of the trustees."

I passed pages containing the section of the trust relevant to my next comment around to everyone at the table, except Toni before continuing. Once they each had a copy in front of them, I said, "The trustees of the Render Trust invoked a morals clause that I can find no legal avenue to circumvent where PGA Reach is currently concerned. In fact, my interpretation of the morals clause before you brings into question whether I can consider future donations from the trust to Amerigolf or any of your programs."

Brent Chapin turned red, but spoke calmly when he said, "Amerigolf has always operated to the highest moral and ethical standards. I am appalled at any claims to the contrary."

I nodded at him and replied, "The issue isn't with Amerigolf directly. The issue is with your association with Mr. Charles Evans. His history of moral turpitude runs broad and deep. Consequently, I cannot allow any monies from the Render Trust to be allocated to anything that he is involved with."

"You're full of shit!" Evans shouted. The basilisk-like expression I was expecting appeared instantly. "You're just pulling this pussy act because you know that your wife has the hots for me and you're jealous."

I smiled when I read Toni's lips as she mouthed, "In your dreams, asshole."

Before Evans or anyone else could reply further, I held up a hand. Addressing Brent Chapin directly, I said, "Every private, and several public country clubs in this area have membership agreements with very similar morals clauses. These almost universally apply to venders and associations that deal with the country club as well as their members. If Mr. Evans' history of moral turpitude became known to these organizations, what would their opinion be where Amerigolf was concerned?"

Brent was nodding his head in understanding. He said, "I agree. Could you share your information on Mr. Evans with me so that I can present it to the PGA Board when I request another representative for PGA Reach be sent to replace him?"

"They aren't going to replace me just because some pussy of an attorney doesn't want me working with his wife," Evans boasted.

"I've already presented the information to the PGA Board," I said, purposely ignoring Evans. "However, their decision one way or the other concerning Mr. Evans will soon be irrelevant. His immoral actions will be apparent locally for anyone who wants to read about them by this afternoon."

On cue, the door to the conference room opened and four men walked in. Two wore casual clothes but two others wore suits and ties. The door was closed as the four men came to stand behind me at the head of the table.

I picked up a remote and turned on the large screen television mounted on the wall farthest from where I sat. Everyone in the room would have a clear view of what it eventually displayed.

"Karen, Linda, I assume that you won't require an introduction to your own husbands," I said, indicating the two casually dressed men.

Both women shook their confused heads and remained silent.

"Good," I said. "Well, both of your husbands came to me with very similar tales concerning their respective wives and Mr. Evans. While Mr. Goggins shared a very graphic video with me, I won't subject all of you to what it contained."

"I know about the video," Laura snapped. "Like I told him, it wouldn't be admissible in court so it's only value to him is to use it to jerk himself off."

Evans chuckled and Laura blew him a kiss.

I nodded, "Its admissibility would be for a judge to decide, but even if it is excluded, the audio recording made by your husband would certainly be acceptable."

"What audio recording?" Laura challenged.

I let Bill Goggins explain, "You blindsided me when you informed me of your plans to make me a cuckold for your black bull, I wasn't prepared. However, by the time that you came home the next night, intent on rubbing my nose into what you two had done, I had my cell phone ready to record everything that you said."

I pressed a button on the remote. A screen saver appeared on the television screen just before a recorded voice could be heard...

Laura - "So you decided to wait up."

Bill - "I doubt that I'll be able to sleep anyway, so why bother going to bed?"

Laura - "Well, I'm home now and just like I told you, I'm still your wife, you're still my husband, and we both still love each other. Nothing between us has changed."

Bill - "So, you didn't go through with it? You didn't fuck your big black bull like you threatened to do when you left?"

Laura - "Of course I fucked him. It was the best sex I have ever had, so far anyway."

Bill - "Then everything between us has changed."

Laura - "Fine, whatever. I'm going to take a shower and get ready for bed. You're welcome to join me if you want."

I paused the recording and pointed at Karen Seitz, "Do you want to hear the similar recording made by your husband?"

"What's the point?" Karen asked. "This is a no-fault divorce state, if he doesn't like being a cuckold, he can divorce me and lose more that half of what he has slaved for during our marriage."

Laura was nodding enthusiastically in agreement as Chip Evans simply smirked.

"Where are you originally from?" I asked Karen.

"Michigan. Why?"

Pointing to Laura, I asked, "And you?"

"New York, and again, why?"

"The why," I said, "is because you have both been misinformed."

I stood and walked to the conference door and opened it. Two female Horry County police officers entered.

After returning to my seat, I said, "I would like to introduce the Solicitor for the Fifteenth Judicial District, my friend, John Richards."

"Thank you, Baxter," John said. "If you would be so kind as to put the presentation on the screen..."

The television screen immediately displayed the slide that had be prepared by the Solicitor's office just for this audience.

The screen held only one line of text: "South Carolina Code § 16-15-70 (2024)".

After allowing everyone a chance to read the words on the screen, John said, "While I find no record of any charges being brought against individuals under this law since 1906, my friend Baxter Marion informed me of the fact is that it remains on the books as an enforceable law in the state of South Carolina. Next slide please."

This time a bit more text was displayed on the television: "Any man or woman who shall be guilty of the crime of adultery or fornication shall be liable to indictment and, on conviction, shall be severally punished by a fine of not less than one hundred dollars nor more than five hundred dollars or imprisonment for not less than six months nor more than one year or by both fine and imprisonment, at the discretion of the court."

Granting even more time for everyone present to read the text, John said, "Even without being charged under the law, an allegation of adultery can be used in divorce proceeding when determining things like child custody and the distribution of assets, and I can tell you that in South Carolina, this is done frequently. Next slide please."

I clicked one more time: "'Adultery' is the living together and carnal intercourse with each other or habitual carnal intercourse with each other without living together of a man and woman when either is lawfully married to some other person."

John continued, "From the facts that have been presented to me by Mr. Seitz and Mr. Goggins, as well as the recorded statements of their wives, I believe that I have sufficient evidence to prove that both of their wives committed adultery as defined under South Carolina law. Officers, please take the suspects into custody."

Evans still had a smirk on his face as he silently watched handcuffs being placed on Karen Seitz and Laura Goggins. His smirk was about to get wiped off his face.

"By the end of the hour," John said, "these two women will have been formally charged with violation of South Carolina's adultery law. They will be booked into the J. Reuben Long detention center, processed, and then released on their own recognizance pending their hearings on the charges."

He turned to speak to their husbands, "Their mugshots will be posted on the detention center's bookings website by 5pm."

John Richards then addressed Evans, "I believe that Mr. Charles Evans is also a suspected adulterer, and while I have jurisdiction to charge him as well, I feel that justice would be better served if I allowed my associate here to deal with him."

Without preamble, the second man in a suit headed around the table towards where Evans remain seated. As he strode towards him, he pulled out a badge and said, "I am Special Agent Alan Cutler with Immigration and Customs Enforcement. Mr. Charles Evans, you are being detained for a hearing related to the violation of your immigrant status."

Evans pushed back from the table but didn't stand. He asked, "What violation? I have legal resident status here and have my Green Card to prove it."

Cutler reached Evans and said, "Please stand and place your hands behind your back."

Evans hesitated but eventually complied. As he was placing Evans into immigration custody, Cutler said, "A conviction for a crime involving moral turpitude results in a person to be inadmissible to the United States under section 212(a)(2)(a)(i) of the Immigration and Nationalization Act. The reported instances involving your alleged paternity of multiple children out of wedlock could be considered paternity fraud, as well as the current accusations of adultery, both of which place your eligibility for permanent resident status in question. That will be determined at your hearing next month. After booking you in the Horry County detention center under the state charges mentioned, you will be transferred to, and then detained at a secure immigration holding facility in Atlanta."

Toni was struggling not to giggle. I knew what she was anticipating and didn't want to delay her gratification any longer. I walked over and pulled her chair out for her to stand. Taking her hand, I led us towards the conference room door, "Mr. Cutler, if you will follow us as we discussed, we can get you on your way shortly."

Cutler took Evans by his left elbow and followed as I led Toni to my office. Cutler pushed a handcuffed Evans in behind us, and then closed the door, remaining in the hallway outside. He was allowing us five minutes alone with Evans.

"Have a seat, Mr. Evans," Toni said, pointing to the couch in my office.

"You're going to have to help me with my pants," Evans said with his trademark smirk.

Toni sneered at him before saying, "Oh I'm going to be helping someone with his pants, but it will never be you. Now sit down and shut the fuck up."

I was leaning against the back of one of the side chairs in front of my desk. Toni came to stand beside me and kissed me on the cheek. "So, you consider yourself quite the bull, don't you, Mr. Evans. Why is that?"

"Come see for yourself," Evans chuckled. "I'm a bull because compared to me, husbands like yours are nothing but docile steers in the pasture."

Toni nodded, and replied, "So, you equate the size of a man's cock to his dominance or something?"

"None of the ladies in my pasture have ever complained about the way that their bull takes care of them. You won't either.'

Toni ignored Evans' comment as she quickly unbuckled my belt, released the snap on my pants and placed her hands on the waistband of both my pants and my boxer briefs. She paused and asked me to step forward a few paces. Once I had, she stepped behind me and returned her hands to my waistband.

Glancing around me at Evans, she said, "The man with the biggest cock and largest balls isn't necessarily the bull, Mr. Evans..."

I felt my semi-erect cock being exposed as my pants and underwear fell below my knees. Toni's hands were instantly on my shaft, stroking it to its full firmness.

It never took my wife long to get me fully aroused. Running her index finger over the tip of my cock to capture a drop of pre-cum, Toni brought it to her mouth before addressing Evans one last time, "Who needs a bull when they have the Matador?"

Epilogue

I heard Toni's voice when I entered our house and found her in the kitchen. Spotting the ear buds confirmed my suspicion that she was on her phone with someone. When she saw me, Toni smiled before squinting her eyes and pinching her nose between two fingers.

I returned her smile and gently took the bundle that was our two-month-old daughter from her arms. I whispered, "Come on Tess the Mess, let's go show your big brother how to change a poopy diaper."

I knew that my son, Jack, wasn't ready to tackle changing a crappy diaper, but I also knew that he would want to watch it being done and try to entertain his new sister during the process. Jack had adored Tess from the moment that we had brought her home and it was easy to envision the bond that would develop between brother and sister in the coming years.

The bedroom set up as Tess's nursery was right next to Jack's, so I poked my head in and said, "Tess is requesting the company of her big brother in her boudoir."

Jack put down the picture book that he was reading, "What's a boudoir?"

"It's her bedroom," I said. "Come on."

"Then why didn't you call it her bedroom?" Jack asked as he followed us.

"Because, as your father, it is my privilege to expand your cultural knowledge and your vocabulary."

Jack laughed and said, "Oh, I can't wait."

"Smartass kid," I chuckled to myself.

Toni joined us in the nursery just as I had finished using the baby wipes to clean up our daughter. She nudged me aside and took over the changing as she said, "Thanks for taking her. I could have done it while talking to Bruce, but you helping out let me finish with him sooner."

Bruce Chapin had barely survived the publicity associated with two female employees of Amerigolf being publicly charged with adultery with a work associate. Toni had stood up for Bruce when the board of Amerigolf held a meeting to discuss his future with the organization, and her testimony proved to be the deciding factor in Bruce keeping his job. She had been promoted to his assistant and second in charge six months before taking the maternity leave that was scheduled to end next week.

Noticing that Jack had taken a seat in the rocker next to his sister's crib, Toni handed the rewrapped bundle of happy baby to him. She turned to me and gave me a belated welcome home kiss before asking, "How was your day?"

"Productive," I answered, "The clear deed for the Jenkins property got registered with Horry County this morning and I was able to move the remaining retained funds from the escrow account to the office account."

"How many billable hours did you wind up with on that case?" Toni asked.

"Just over five hundred," I replied.

"That's a quarter of a million dollars!" Toni exclaimed. "Was the property worth that much?"

I laughed, "It has been appraised at between four and eight million dollars. The actual value will depend upon what some developer could get the Atlantic Beach Town Council to approve being built on it. They're a wishy-washy bunch, so I got the Jenkins a referral to Baker, Sanders, and Hunt. They're the best property law attorneys in the area."

Toni nodded and said, "I know that you have always said that people should be able to do what they want with property that they own, which is one reason why you refused to own a house encumbered with a homeowners association. Do you feel the same way where oceanfront property is concerned? Shouldn't the community have some right to regulated what gets built on private property along the public beach?"

I shook my head, "In my opinion, I don't think that property along the oceanfront should have ever been allowed to be in private hands. Across the boulevard so that it was ocean view would be fine, but you can see how the skyscraper resorts along the oceanfront in Myrtle Beach turned out. Hell, they cast shadows over the entire beach in the afternoons during the summer so that people can't even enjoy the sunshine."

"Maybe if they limited the height of the buildings on the oceanfront?" Toni suggested. "Anyway, that's not for either of us to decide. On a different subject, we received Tess's passport in the mail today. Do you want me to go ahead and book the cruise that we discussed?

Toni's parents were going to be celebrating their fortieth anniversary in December, so we had discussed taking them on a family cruise the week between Christmas and New Years. The only thing delaying our decision was being able to have a passport for Tess in hand before the departure date. Having her parents with us would allow them to celebrate while also sharing the care of Jack and Tess, allowing Toni and me to also do some celebrating of our own.

"Remind me of the cruise itinerary," I said.

Toni winked and said, "All you need to know is that there are no stops in Jamaica. So, you can unpack your cape and sword."