The Supefem Chronicles, Greg and Megan's Story
By Helplesscase
Part 4


This series is taken from the setting of Little Baby Daddy II, written by
Puppetman. I didn't use any of the characters from the story, just the setting
as a launching point for some ideas I had.

PART IV

It had been four long months. Out of the blue he got another letter from his
wife.

Dear Greg,

I'm sorry I haven't written in a while. I've been so busy! But I have good
news for you. I've finally gotten settled into a place. Its time for you to
come home. I will pick you up Friday evening. See you then!

Love Meg

Greg felt mixed emotions of bitterness and relief. He couldn't believe they
way she had abandoned him for so long. She would never know or understand what
he had been through. Even though he had moved back in with Kathleen and
Johnny, every day was hell. Waiting for Sandy to pick him up, take him to a
horrible job where they treated him like a slave. And then the ride back home,
Sandy's last man to drop off every night.

Sometimes going straight home, but sometimes taking that detour to that old
abandoned lot ...

It had been four short months. So much had changed! She felt nervous as she
rang the doorbell to the house. A full figured woman answered, and let her in.
There was little Johnny, she recognized him right away. He seemed happy to see
her. Then Greg came around the corned, pulling his suitcase. He walked up to
her tentatively. He stood several feet away, and looked at her for a few
minutes before saying anything.

"You look ... good Megan." He seemed to be searching for words. She looked
down at herself. She realized she was wearing her business suit attire, which
was something he had never seen him in yet.

"Thank you Greg. Are you ready?" She hugged Kathleen and thanked her again for
everything. She led Greg to her car and waited for him to load his suitcase.
She thought about helping him, but decided to let him do it himself. In the
car, they were both very quiet.

"Where are the kids?" He asked.

"Home with a babysitter." She knew how he felt about babysitters but he didn't
say anything.

She drove to a nearby tavern. "I thought we could grab some dinner and a
couple of drinks before we go home." He nodded and they went inside.

As they walked into the restaurant together, Greg felt like he was on a first
date with his wife. Standing next to his wife while they waited to be seated,
he noticed that she was about 3" taller then him now. He had expected her to
be taller then when he last saw her, but she must have grown 6 inches. He
looked at her profile. It was long and sleek looking. Her arms and legs looked
toned and full, but not muscle-bound. Her chest and rear looked a little
fuller and higher then he remembered. He had to admit to himself that she
looked more beautiful then ever.

After their second round of drinks they had both relaxed quite a bit. He even
found himself laughing a little. He complimented how she looked, and she
blushed. She turned the subject to how hard it was finding any clothes in her
size. "I'm as tall as you now and I have to shop in junior petites." She
joked. She reached across the table and touched his hand. It made him tingle.

Megan led him into the house. "This is it honey. Welcome home." She hugged and
kissed him for the first time there at the doorway. He responded well she
thought. Her leg brushed his erection.

"We're home!" Chrissy and Ryan came around the corner. Ryan ran into his
father's arms, and Megan looked on with satisfaction. Greg looked happy, but
then a strange expression covered his face. He kept glancing at Chrissy. Then
she remembered; that's right! Chrissy was the crossing guard who had that
run-in with him. She felt a little guilty for making him uncomfortable, but
when she thought about it, Chrissy was a good babysitter. Greg would get over
it quickly enough.

She left Greg with the kids and took Chrissy back home. When she came back,
she put Ryan and Clara to bed. It took her a while to rock baby Clara to
sleep. She walked into her bedroom to find Greg had finished unpacking. He
pointed to the corner of the room.

"So these are some of the weights you're lifting these days?" He walked over
and picked up one of the two dumb bells. "Wow, its heavy for how small it is.
Lets see ... thirty pounds eh? You've gotten pretty strong Meg." He curled it
a couple of times.

"Put it down honey. You can buff up later." She smiled at him. She didn't
bother telling him those dumbbells were for her aerobic workouts. Mostly she
just liked to carry those while she ran on the treadmill. "Come into the
living room and watch television with me for a while."

Greg had been relieved when Megan had told him he didn't have to work at the
hotel anymore. She said she made enough money for them to live from. He
mentioned looking for a job that suited him a little better and she smiled but
didn't say anything.

Then next day Megan went to work and took the baby with her. She asked Greg to
walk Ryan to school, which he did. Going both ways he took an extra block
around the building to avoid the intersection where he might find Chrissy.

When he got home, he wandered through the house. He found nothing out of the
ordinary. Everything was large, as he had expected. He walked into the
bedroom. The top of the dresser came up to his shoulders. The bed was 8 feet
long. He thought about how his feet used to hand over the edge of his old bed
back on the island. Walking around the huge bed he picked up the dumbbells in
the corner. He hadn't been exercising at all since he was abducted that day.
He did some curls with the weight, getting up to 6 reps before his arms
started to shake. He had definitely gotten a weaker. He did a couple of more
sets, only able to do 3 reps on the final set. He vowed to start exercising
every day. He looked around for more equipment, but didn't find any. He
wandered back into the living room and found some newspapers that were only a
few days old, so he looked through the classifieds.

One job looked like a good start, so he picked up the phone and dialed the
number.

"Hello, Save-A-Lot grocery, Ann speaking."

"Hello, may I speak to your general manager."

"Speaking." She prompted.

"I'm interested in applying for the night manager position."

"You are?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure you aren't looking for the day cashier position? If so, it's
already taken, sorry."

"No, I'm interested in the night manager position."

"For yourself?" She sounded doubtful.

"Yes!" Was she dense? He thought.

"Umm, we have a policy of following the curfew laws for men. We don't hire men
for any positions that run shifts later then 5:00 pm." Greg hung up the phone
in frustration and kept looking. He knew there must be some respectable jobs
out there for men like himself.

Megan came home and set her toddler down on the couch. The beautify little
girl looked up at her mother happily. Megan let her hair down from its bun and
looked around the house. It looked just as it had when she left. She stomped
her foot in frustration and looked for her husband. He had moved back in three
weeks ago now, and he still wasn't doing anything to help around the house.
That morning she had left him a list of chores but he hadn't touched them.

She looked in the bedroom and saw him playing around with her damn aerobic
weights again. She walked up and jerked them out of his hands.

"How come the dishes aren't done and the kid's dirty clothes are still
scattered all over the place?"

"Because I've been busy." He cocked his head and raised his eyebrow at her.

"Doing what?" She could feel the heat pouring off her face and ears.

"Looking for a job." He said matter-of-factly. "And I have an appointment for
an interview tomorrow, so I won't be around during the day much longer to do
your chores.

MY chores?, she thought. "Listen here, buddy boy! I don't ask much from you
while I'm out at work making money to put a roof over your head. But things
are going to start changing around here."

"Don't yell at me little lady!"

That was it for Megan. She tossed the weights on the floor. The made a lot of
noise when they crashed on the floor but she was too angry to care. She
reached out and snatched Greg's wrist, then simultaneously sat down on the bed
and jerked him over her lap. She plunged one hand down against his back,
pinning him down against her lap while she ripped his pants to his knees with
the other. She drew her hand back over her head an brought it down with the
frustration of 12 years of suffocating marriage. He howled and she continued
until she felt self-awareness creep back into her consciousness. She knew she
had lost her temper and acted without thinking, but she was too angry to care
yet. She tossed him onto the bed and left him to twist and howl while she went
into the living room to cool down.

He never left the bedroom that night. Ten minutes after she had left him she
stopped hearing any more sounds from the room. When it was time for bed she
silently entered, finding him under the covers. She slipped under the covers
as well and rolled up next to him.

"I'm sorry I lost my temper sweetie." She whispered softly. He didn't answer,
but he nodded. "I know things have been tough for you."

He rolled over and looked at her, reminding her of a pleading puppy. "Awww."
She cooed. She kissed his nose. Then she reached under the covers and took his
hand. Slowly she brought it to her chest, and pressed his palm firmly into her
soft breast. He opened his mouth to speak but she descended on it kissing him
deeply. She reached down and messaged his erection. He moaned with pleasure
and she rolled on top of him. She clutched his rear and was reminded by his
immediate whimper that she had better be careful. At that time she still had
no idea how badly she had bruised him. It would be weeks before he would walk
normally again.

"Honey, I'm home." Greg heard the voice of his wife as she stepped into the
house ten feet away from him. Three-year-old Clara ran up to her mother with
her arms raised. "Hello Pumpkin! Mommy missed you! Did you have fun today with
Daddy?" She picked up the little girl, who naturally wrapped her legs around
her mother's torso. Greg turned from what he was doing at the kitchen sink to
see Megan holding her daughter.

"We played choo-choo." His daughter said to her mother.

"That's nice sweetie."

"Leftovers are in the oven. I already fed the kids. I would have waited and
eaten with you, but I didn't know when you'd be home."

Megan sighed and bounced her daughter in her right arm while she fiddled with
her shirt collar. "I'm sorry honey. Didn't you get a message? I swear I told
Judy to call you."

"Well your secretary must have forgotten. You could have called yourself, you
know."

She looked over at Greg and sighed again. "I was too busy honey. Don't be such
a sourpuss. It's only been like this for a few weeks." She set her daughter
down and motioned for him to come to her. He reluctantly walked across the
room to her and she gathered him against her.

She looked down at him and pressed his head into her bosom. "You know I can't
help it when I have to work late sweetie." She spoke down at the head as she
petted it.

"I know it's only been a few weeks, but it's been like this almost every day."
His voice was muffled.

"I told you, it's just crazy down at the office lately. It'll pass. You don't
want me to lose the account, do you?" She let him go, and he backed up a few
paces so he didn't have to crane his neck to look her in the eye.

"You could skip a day at the gym once in a while." When he spoke, his gaze
dropped to her relaxed arms, which hung like two huge slabs of beef. He had
watched her body mass roughly quadruple since they came to the island nearly 3
years ago. She was no longer small compared to other women. In fact, she was
larger then average now.

"I'm not going to go over this with you again Greg." Her voice was betraying
her annoyance with him now. She crossed her arms and simmered at him. He tried
to act unaffected by her expression towards him and walked back to the sink to
finish the dishes.

"Where's Ryan?" She asked curtly.

"He's at Josh's house."

"Again tonight? I want him to be home by the time I get home on week days."

Greg turned back to face her. "But honey, he's a teenager now, and I'm just
glad he has a friend at this point."

"Well, I don't know if I like that Josh. And I don't think its right for young
boys to be away from home this late at night. Even if they are at a friend's
house."

"But honey-"

She raised her eyebrow sharply and cocked her head toward him, silently asking
him if he really wanted to argue. He saw the forearms and biceps of her
crossed arms tighten. The sight of them made him wince visibly. He didn't mean
to, but sometimes her muscles startled him.

She waited for him to say something more, but he didn't. She stepped closer to
him and spoke softly. "I said I want him home on week nights. Is that clear?"
Her blue eyes held his attention completely.

"Yes Meg." He knew he shouldn't have given her such a hard time about not
being home. He had made her feel guilty. Now she was going to make up for her
absence by over controlling everything that crossed her path. She was in her
tough love mode now. Her cheeks were getting flush in that way he had always
found so sexy back on the island. She turned her attention back to he
daughter.

"How come you used one of those stretchy rubber bands to tie up Clara's hair?
You know I only want her in barrettes. The rubber bands pull her hair too
much."

"I'm sorry. I couldn't find them and I was late taking her to the doctor."
Megan paused, probably just remembering now that today was Clara's yearly
checkup.

"What did the doctor say?" She asked. If she was embarrassed for forgetting
she wasn't about to admit it.

"She said Clara was as healthy as a horse." Greg answered. Megan seemed to
lighten up at the news and picked her daughter up. She smiled at her and
bounced her in her hands playfully.

Greg watched his wife's profile. Her bulging arm was right in front of him. He
watched the mechanics of it. A grapefruit sized cap of muscle lurched in and
out of a larger muscle rhythmically as she bounced her daughter. The
grapefruit would reach just inches away from the opposing forearm and then
withdraw back into the thickness of her upper arm. The action repeated itself
again and again as Clara giggled, her little head bouncing happily. The arm
performed the task effortlessly. It was like using a hydraulic lift to pick up
a bag of groceries. Greg may as well have been standing next to the exposed
gears of a combine; his imagination was jumping to all kinds of grim
possibilities. Images flashed of his arms, legs, and head, finding their way
into that opening and closing space. His body parts would be no match for that
grapefruit if it were told to reach for that forearm. Quick images flashed of
flesh being crushed. Bones snapping and crumbling like dried out sticks.

"Greg, did you hear me?" He shook his head clear of the horrible daydream. He
realized his wife was talking to him. Her pretty lips were curling down from a
smile to a frown. The arm was still actuating in the corner of his eye, but he
pushed it out of his mind.

"What honey?" Greg focused on her mouth.

"I asked if you at least made sure Ryan raked the yard today."

"Umm, no honey. It slipped my mind. Sorry." The lips pursed.

"Hmm. I think we may need to have a family meeting tomorrow night. Things are
getting a little too lax around here." The lips drew back up into a slight
smile.

"Okay honey." Greg agreed.

Greg lay in bed and sulked. Megan was becoming more and more distant from him.
She had claimed that her long work hours would only last a few weeks. They
were now into the 6th or 7th month of this routine. She left the house at 7am
every day and wasn't coming home until 8pm, sometimes closer to ten. Sometimes
she was the only adult Greg got to talk to for days at time, and he always
looked forward to seeing her at night. But lately it hadn't been the same.
When she was home, she mostly focused on Clara or Ryan. And then sometimes,
like tonight, she would get a call from work and spend much of the night on
the phone. He lay in bed and stewed. He could hear his wife winding down the
phone call.

When she walked into the bedroom she turned the light on. "Sorry honey, I
couldn't see. Were you asleep yet?"

"No." He murmured, squinting at the sudden brightness.

"I'm sorry about earlier. I had to take that call."

"That's alright." It really wasn't alright, but he didn't want to make an
issue out of it. He had wanted to talk to her about the problems he had been
having with Clara's behavior. But he was too tired now.

She took off her blouse and peeled her skirt down from her hips. She dropped
the clothes on the floor where she was been standing. Greg fumed silently,
wondering why she had to leave her dirty laundry on the floor all the time.
She walked over to the mirror behind the dresser and noticed something next to
it on the floor.

"Hey, have you been lifting with these?" She turned and he saw that she was
holding one of those 30 lb dumbbells. The ones she used for aerobics a few
years before. It looked so small and light in her hands. She held it with her
fingers almost like one might hold a cigar.

"Yeah. I still use em' a little from time to time." This was a lie. He didn't
know why he said that. He had pulled them out of the closet because they were
useless and he meant to get rid of them. He really didn't have the strength to
do anything with them anymore. He used to weigh a toned 200 lbs, but now he
only weighed 170. He lamented how thin and soft his body had become.

"That's nice honey." Her interest had already faded. She set the weight back
down. "Dinner was good tonight honey." She spoke toward the mirror while she
took out her ear rings. "Did you get that recipe from Johnny?" She seemed to
be in a perky mood.

"I-"

"Oooh!" She looked down at her finger then stuck it in her mouth. "I cut my
finger yesterday when I was unjamming a stupid printer, and now I just poked
it again with my ear ring. I'm so clumsy sometimes." Without turning, she
asked, "Can you undo my bra strap for me sweetie, I want to give my poor
finger a break for a minute."

Greg climbed out of bed and reached up behind his wife. The strap running
across her back was near his eye level. She was so tall now he could hardly
believe it. She towered over him. He wasn't sure if she was even finished
growing yet. He looked at the broad expanse of her back. A mosaic of rippling
muscle slid under silky skin as she pulled her thick hair up and away for him.

"Something interesting back there?" She teased. She bumped her thick round
rear-end into him knocking him back a step. He focused on the job at hand. She
was wearing one of her black lacy numbers. He wondered why she still bothered
making the extra effort to dress so sexy underneath. She always shed it right
away when she went to bed anyway. He unclipped the strap. "Thank you sweetie."
She patted his head and dropped the bra on the floor.

"Meg, why can't you drop your clothes in the hamper when you're done with
them?"

She shrugged her shoulders and gave him a crooked smirk. "The hamper was too
far away."

He glanced four feet away at the hamper and sighed. "Never mind." He was sick
of trying to talk to her tonight.

"Oh Greg, don't be that way." She rolled her blue eyes as she slipped her silk
panty off. She tossed it over her shoulder in the direction of the hamper,
where it landed a foot away. She didn't look to see where it landed, but
arched her eyebrow as if to ask, Is that better? She reached her huge arms out
for him. He didn't move so she walked up to him and scooped him up. "I know
I've been neglecting you a little lately. Don't think I forgot that you have
needs too." She carried him to her side of the bed and sat him on her lap. His
legs looked like sticks compared to her thighs. "I know what will make my
crabby man feel better." She reached over to a lotion bottle on her night
stand and pumped it twice into her hand. Then she reached into his boxers and
began messaging.

Greg reached up and petted her soft shiny hair intimately. He loved her hair.
With her free hand she tossed it over her shoulder, away from his reach. As if
reading his mind she said "It'll get snarled." She forced a smile when she
said it.

She guided his head to her bosom as a consolation to her hair. "Go ahead baby.
Don't be shy." He found his face pressed firmly into the soft flesh. He felt
himself quickly become erect. "There we go." She encouraged. In a matter of
seconds her fist began mechanically pumping up and down. The lotion squished
rhythmically. He knew her giant hand completely hid his erect penis in its
grip. When he started panting, she squeezed a little harder and the squishing
noises of the lotion got faster and faster. He groaned into her breast and
clutched instinctively at her pumping biceps. He squeezed them with both hands
as hard as he could, as if maybe that would slow them down. In a matter of
seconds the entire process was over. He twitched briefly on her lap and then
went still.

"Feel better now sweetie?" She asked, not really expecting an answer. She
pulled out a Kleenex from the nightstand and wiped her hand off with it.
Giving the Kleenex to Greg, she slid him off her lap and climbed into bed.
Greg went into the bathroom to finish cleaning up. When he came back she was
already asleep.

Greg lay in bed that night, unable to fall asleep. He just listened to his
wife breath and thought about things. His penis throbbed. She had been in such
a hurry to jerk him off that she squeezed a little too hard, he thought. They
hadn't had real sex in almost three months. When he thought about it, he
realized what a long time that was. For some reason, she had just stopped
having sex with him. When he had made advances toward her, she had laughed him
off and said she was too tired. She had started masturbating him instead. It
had gotten to the point now where she did it once or twice a week like a
chore. It had become completely mechanical, with a very obvious goal.

He got up and went into the living room. He got a glass of water and wandered
up to a picture on their mantle. It was about 9 months old, taken at his last
birthday party. It showed her and Greg standing together near a picnic table.
She had taken the first piece of the birthday cake and was smearing it in his
face, pretending as if she were trying to feed it to him. In the picture both
of them were smiling, but Greg remembered how annoyed he had gotten. She had
taken it too far. By the time she was done his entire face was covered, and he
felt like a jerk. She was just showing off for Connie and her other friends
who laughed away like idiots. He noticed something about the picture. Well,
actually the frame. It looked familiar. He picked it up and pulled the back
off. Just as he suspected, his wedding photo was behind it. Why would she do
that? He put the two pictures side by side and compared them. My how their
world had changed. And it was clear that his wife preferred the new one.

Greg was surprised when Megan came home early that day. He was even more
surprised when she brought someone home with her. She had a huge smile on her
face, and wasn't bothered at all by the fact that Greg was way behind on his
chores.

"Don't worry about it honey." She batted her hands dismissively. "I know you
weren't expecting me home for a while." She hugged the kids as usual, and then
hugged Greg. It wasn't until then that she turned and introduced them to the
young man who still stood in the doorway.

"This is Nick. I invited him over for dinner." The young man sheepishly walked
in and offered his hand to Greg, who shook it. Everyone went into the living
room to talk, except Greg, who got started on dinner.

That night, at the table Megan made an announcement. "I have some good news!
I'm going to be home a lot more often for now on!" The kids immediately
cheered.

"How is that, honey?" Greg asked. "Did you lose an account?"

"No, I'm just bringing in a little extra help."

"Oh, that's good."

"Nick is going to be my personal assistant." She continued.

"Don't you already have Julie?"

"The other girls share her. Nick will work just for me." She ate another bite
and then continued, "Nick is going to move into the spare room."

"What!? Don't you think we should talk about this?" Greg stammered. Why was he
moving in?

"We did talk about it honey. You've been complaining that I'm not around
enough, so now I will be."

"But-"

"Greg. Let's not argue in front of the kids." Her voice was soft, but even.
Her eyes told him to stop. He gritted his teeth and looked down at his food.

He would talk to her later that night, but her mind was made up.

The kids really took to Nick. He was about 25 years old and a little hipper
then their dad. Also, he didn't have to bear any of the responsibility for
disciplining them like Greg did. Greg would hear Ryan and Nick playing games
in the other room while he was busy cleaning the house or making dinner. Greg
felt jealous, but there wasn't much he could do. And he knew that he would
always be Dad.

Nick was around the house a lot for an assistant. He would only go into
Megan's office for a few hours each day. So everyone, including Greg, had
become accustomed to seeing him around a lot. Nick's demeanor changed a great
deal over the first few weeks he lived with them. At first he was somewhat
shy, and very polite. But it wasn't long before the guy was using all the hot
water in the shower, digging through the fridge, eating food like it was his,
and generally leaving his things lying around.

Greg wasn't sure when he actually accepted the idea that Megan was having an
affair with Nick. He supposed he knew it for a while, but his mind just didn't
want to deal with it. The evidence was all around him the whole time, but he
just ignored it for quite a while.

The clues were more like huge billboard signs, but denial can be a powerful
thing. Greg thought through them. First of all, he and Megan never had sex
anymore. She hadn't even masturbated him in the weeks since Nick moved in.
Secondly, as soon as Nick moved in she was suddenly home on evenings and
weekends. And it didn't take long for Greg to realize that Nick didn't know
all that much about Megan's work. Finally, there were all the subtle changes
in Megan. Greg had wondered months ago why she bothered wearing lacy
underwear, and now he knew. Before Nick moved in, Megan usually took her
makeup off right away when she came home. She would put her hair up in a pony
tail, and often lounged around in sweats or a robe. Now she wore makeup until
bed. Some days she would wear her pumps around the house during the day. Her
hair always looked great now too. If she wore a robe, there always seemed to
be hints of cleavage and lace underneath.

Greg decided to call his old friend for some advice.

"I'm sorry to hear about this, buddy." Johnny sighed at the news.

"And I know it's this guy Nick that she has living with us as a personal
assistant."

"She brought him home?" Johnny asked with concern.

"Yeah, can you believe it?"

"Then I would be careful."

"Why, what do you mean? My wife's cheating on me man!"

"I know. And she has the guy living with you ... and the kids. She's already
made her mind up about him Greg. Don't you see? He's going to be there for a
while, maybe even for good, whether you like it or not."

"Fuck that! I'll kick his ass right now!"

"Easy buddy, easy. I know you're upset. But think for a minute. You're about
to make a decision. Do you want to live with Megan, including your son Ryan
and your daughter Clara, or do you want to start back over. Remember the men's
home. Remember Sandy. You aren't exactly a spring chicken anymore either."

"Oh I can't take this." He moaned.

"Yes you can Greg. You can be strong. You have to be. I know it hurts, but you
have to be."

"But you don't have to deal with this type of shit, Johnny. You don't know
what it's like. You have a happy marriage."

"Marriage is all about compromise. My marriage works because I am a bottomless
compromiser Greg." Johnny sighed deeply. "Do you think Kathleen is a perfect
angel? I've seen some of the receipts from her business trips. And I don't
know what she does every Friday night for girl's night, but I don't think
that's a ladies perfume I smell on her before she gets into the shower."

"This is too much. I gotta go."

"I understand. But cool down a little before you react."

Later on, Greg would wish he had done just that. Instead, he felt he had to
catch them. Every day when they came home from 'work' they went straight into
Nick's guest room so he could take her 'closing remarks' for the day. This
day, Greg would be waiting in the closet. It was perfect. He would be able to
hear everything.

The couple entered the room and shut the door. Right away, he heard some
giggles and kissing.

"You love glutes day don't you baby." His wife's voice cooed.

"Watching that powerful ass of yours pump those weights over and over makes me
insane." Greg heard more kissing.

"And your quads are getting so BIG. I can't believe it."

"I love getting bigger and stronger for you, baby. But now I want something to
get big for me."

"It already is. It's been throbbing for you for the last two hours."

"I know. There's no hiding that thing in spandex shorts." They laughed. Greg
heard the sound of clothes coming off just a few feet away from him. He heard
a moan come from Nick, and then he heard a low half moan -half growl come from
his wife. A sound he had never heard from her before. He knew then that he
made a mistake. A huge lump was sitting in his chest, and it felt like it was
getting bigger with each heart beat. He felt he would explode any minute. He
had to get out of that closet, no matter what the cost.

Megan was in ecstasy. Her eyes were closed as she focused on the sensations
around her and then inside her. She set her weight down a little farther onto
him. It slid in the rest of the way. She groaned in pleasure. She flexed her
arm and felt her lover's hands reach up to greedily explore the expanse of her
biceps. She loved how his two hands were no match for its size. She knew he
did too. She flexed it in rhythm with her hips. They both moaned. His hands
jumped to her breasts. She knew he was squeezing them with all his might, and
it felt delicious. Suddenly, she heard someone shout. "No! Stop!" She opened
her eyes and looked down at her lover. She thought maybe she was hurting him,
but he had a look of bliss. She realized the voice was beside her. She looked
over to see Greg panting, his face pale and drooping.

"Stop!" He yelled again.

She did. She rolled off of Nick without taking her eyes off of Greg. Nick
tried to cover himself up, but she stopped him. She grabbed his wrists and
gently pulled them away from his crotch. "Go into my room and wait for me
baby." She said softly into his ear. The man left, not to putting any clothes
back on.

Despite herself, she felt satisfaction watching Greg. He had seen Nick's cock.
He knew it was twice his size now. Nick filled her up the way she needed to
be, and that was the first thing she wanted Greg to understand about their
relationship. She could hardly even stand the sight of Greg's frustratingly
little penis anymore. Let alone make love with it. She covered herself with a
blanket and waited for Greg to speak next.

"I knew it. Why?"

She didn't answer. Greg already knew why.

"But we're married." He rasped.

She stayed silent and looked at him blankly, not giving him any emotion.

"You wanted me to find out, didn't you?"

Still, she didn't answer, but in her heart she knew it was true. She wanted to
get it in the open. She didn't want to sneak anymore.

What he did next surprised her completely. He dropped to his knees and threw
his head on her lap. "Please let me stay! I don't want to leave!" For a moment
she was stunned, but then she felt it. Pure control. Her nipples tingled
almost unbearably. She pinched one of them unconsciously as she looked down at
him, bawling into her leg. He was no longer a man in her eyes.

"But sweetie, I can't hide my relationship with Nick anymore." She said
softly.

"I know." He moaned.

"This would mean some big changes for or us ... for you."

"I know. I don't care." He sobbed heavily, his shoulders shuddering. She
reached down to caress his head but stopped herself. It would be better this
way, she thought.

"Okay then. You can stay."

"Thank you, thank you." He looked up at her with red, swollen, pathetic eyes.

"If you're in here with me right now then nobody is watching the children
Greg. Take a few minutes to wash up and then see if Clara is getting into
trouble. Okay?"

"Okay." He looked up at her as if he was waiting for something else. She just
leaned back on her hands and looked down at him blankly. He got the message
and stumbled out the door.

Greg splashed his face with cold water, over and over. He looked at the thin,
weathered face in the mirror and wondered what he had become. He didn't know
how long he was in there, splashing water on his face. It didn't feel like
long, but the moaning that started again through the wall to the next room
drove him out.

The kids asked him what was wrong, and he gave them a lame excuse about
allergies. An hour later the couple came out to the living room, fully
dressed, acting just like normal. Megan picked Ryan up and sat him on one of
her colossal shoulders. "Hey kiddo, want a ride?." He giggled but his teenage
ego got the better of him. "Mom! I'm too old for this." Nick sat down with
Clara who was coloring with crayons and joined in. Greg made dinner.

Megan sat the kids down together and explained to them some basics. She
explained that she and their daddy would always love them. She explained that
she and their daddy were more like friends now. And then she explained that
she and Nick were becoming more then friends. Finally, she explained that
daddy and Nick were friends too. That part may not have been entirely true, it
was but close enough. Clara didn't seem affected, but Ryan was visibly
conflicted. Being older, and understanding a little more about the birds and
the bees, Megan expected it. But she explained that over the course of many
years, things change between moms and dads. Their roles change. And it's only
natural.

As far as Greg went, she had to sit down with him too. She told him he would
be switching rooms with Nick. She explained that she still expected the same
from him as far as taking care of the kids and general chores around the
house. In fact, she also expected him to treat Nick a like a member of the
family from now on as well. Meaning that Greg should do his laundry and cook
his food, just like the rest of the family. Greg did try to plead against it,
but her mind was set. "Nick will have other responsibilities." Finally, she
said. "And if I hear that you've complained once in front of the kids about
our situation, or said anything negative about Nick," She paused for emphasis,
tossing her long hair to her other shoulder, "Well, lets just say I may get a
chance to see how hard I can spank."

It was a sunny Saturday afternoon and the kids were both out at friends'
houses. "Greg, could you come in here please, I'm in my bedroom." He walked in
and stood in front of her. "We're having some friends over today. I need you
to run to the store for me sweetie."

"What do you need?" He said flatly, his gaze was fixed.

She followed Greg's line of sight down to her chest and smiled. Nick, you
naughty boy, she thought. He was slowly pulling the sheets down. She looked
back at Greg. "Umm, we need ... " A delicious shiver ran all the way through
her toes and fingers as her lover's tongue expertly tickled her left nipple.
She squirmed slightly but didn't stop him. She focused back up at her husband
through her disheveled hair. "Umm, we need a couple of bottles of decent
wine." She breathed. Two can play this game. Under the covers her hand found
Nick's rock hard erection. "Nick, what kind of wine should he get?"

"Uhh ... " She squeezed. "Uhh ... something ... " The bed began to vibrate as
her hand expertly pumped. " Sweet!" He nearly bellowed. They both laughed.

"I'll need some cash." Greg's monotone voice sounded weakly in the background.

"Sweetie ... there's money ... in my purse." She managed. She didn't watch to
see if he found it.

Greg left the two in the bedroom that day and actually found himself smiling.
Not right away. It first appeared at the train station. Then as he boarded the
train it turned into a chuckle. Before long it became a full-on belly laugh.
It was his first real laughter in as long as he could remember. He realized he
must have looked crazy, but he didn't really care. It was the mental image of
Nick opening the refrigerator, for the second time, with that puzzled look on
his dim witted face. That's what tickled Greg's funny bone. Greg hadn't left a
note, and he hadn't told anyone. He was sure the missing wine would be their
first clue that he had not come back.

Greg wondered happily if Megan's human sex toy would have to start splitting
time between her bed and housework now. And would the sex ever be as fun for
poor Megan, now that Greg wouldn't be there to flaunt it over?

Greg's thoughts turned to his children. He knew he would think of them often,
wondering what they were doing, if they were okay. But they may have been a
bigger reason for him leaving then his wife. Well, at least the timing anyway.
Greg had become numb to the pain he could feel from Megan. Sure, she knew how
to tighten the screws of humiliation; she was an expert at that. But his love
for her was gone. His lust and jealously over her had eroded slowly, like
sharp rocks battered by crashing waves. At least that was how he imagined it
in his mind. No, it was his children that forced him to leave when he did.

He couldn't control Clara anymore. At six years old, she had already become
too much for him.

"Daddy, look! Mommy gave me your old weights to play with." She walked up to
him carrying those damn 30 pound dumbbells. She began curling them, grunting,
but curling them over and over. "Ryan's so weak, he can't even do one!" She
laughed. She concentrated and counted under her breath as she continued. "13,
14, 15." She was panting a little as she smiled at him. She handed a weight
toward him. "Show me how many you can do!" He knew faking a headache wouldn't
work forever, but it got him by that time.

Greg had tried to talk to Megan about controlling Clara, but she was in her
own world now. An incident the previous week was the straw that broke the
camel's back so to speak. He had made the kids both sandwiches and was looking
for them when he overheard the conversation coming from her bedroom.

"Come on Clara. I said no." His son's voice whined.

"Ryan, I'm the boss when mom's not around."

"No, dad is."

"No. I am, because I'm stronger."

"You are not."

"Yes I am. Dad wouldn't lift my weights with me the other day, and mom said
its because he's too weak. Just like you." Greg felt goosebumps all over his
arms and neck.

"Ow! Stop it!" Greg heard Ryan complain. She must have poked him.

"So I'm the boss. I can beat dad up too if I want to." There were a few
seconds of silence, and then two loud thumps.

"Ow!" Greg heard Ryan sniffling.

"I'll hit you hard for real this time if you don't put it on."

"Clara, come on-" Ryan's voice was replaced by a louder, deeper thud and a
whooshing grunt from Ryan. Greg heard his son collapse on the floor and start
bawling. Greg panicked. He wanted to run in there, but suddenly he was afraid
of his daughter. She was right, she was stronger then him. What if she could
beat him up? What if she DID beat him up!?

He ran into the kitchen and called Megan from work. At first she was angry at
Greg for interrupting a meeting. But after Greg choked out the story he could
hear concern in her voice. He knew it was for Ryan and not him, but he didn't
care. She promised to have Connie come over as soon as possible to handle it.

When Connie got to the house 10 minutes later, they walked in to find the two
sitting on her bed. Ryan was wearing one of Clara's dresses. Clara was humming
to herself while she painted her brother's fingernails. The young girl was
excited to see Connie.

"Look! I made Ryan into girl. He's my little sister now!"

Connie took her into another room and spoke with her for a while. Greg took
the opportunity to talk to Ryan. He told Ryan to come straight to himself or
his mother if Clara tried something like that again. It was the final thing
that Ryan said which really killed Greg. "Don't worry about it dad. I'll
survive. There's nothing you can do. Mom will just make me go to the after
school program if I complain to her. Trust me, that wouldn't be any better.
Chrissy volunteers there. I have to learn to deal with this on my own."

Greg got off the bus in San Diego. It had taken him three days to get there.
He had slept on the bus last night. The previous night he had hidden in an
alley behind the bus station huddled in a ball, shivering. But he had made it.
And he would make it the rest of the way.

Maybe he was crazy, but he was sure he would find the island just as it was
when he left. The possibility had occurred to him years ago, but he dismissed
it at the time. Maybe it wasn't the whole island of people that was relocated.
Maybe it was just his family. It was something his wife had said one day that
made him think about it. She was on the phone with Connie at the time. "Like
when I had to get myself off that Island." That was the sentence. He didn't
know the context with which she had said it. He had just entered the room at
the time. But that sentence had haunted him. Had Megan really arranged the
whole thing herself? After all, the last time he saw it everything was fine.
He was kidnapped, and then Megan was the one who explained the story to him
when he woke up. On top of that, he had asked Johnny about the others. And
Johnny didn't know the location of anyone other then him. He didn't think
Johnny would lie to him, but maybe he was misled too. Well, that was Greg's
hope anyway. That was the strand he was hanging onto.

As Greg huddled in the bowels of the cargo ship making its way out to the
island, he reflected on what he would do differently this time. He realized
now that the way he had treated Megan on the island was wrong. But he had paid
his dues. He would do better this time. He would find a little woman and start
fresh. He just had to get back.