I'm writing this story try to think of a way out of the mess I have gotten myself and my wife into and I have no one to blame but myself. My name is Dave. My wife Lisa and I started dating while we were Freshman in high school. She was, by far, the hottest girl to ever attend our small town high school. She was a cheerleader and I was the star running back for our football team. She looked the part of a cheerleader. She was, and still is, beautiful and bubbly with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She has the cutest dimples when she smiles. She is a little on the short side at 5'3", but her body is amazing. Her B cup breasts look big on her small frame and her tight little ass is the nicest I've seen.



I am about average height at 5'10" weighing in at a solid 195 and still keep myself in shape by running and lifting weights regularly. I have dark hair with green eyes and always had plenty of offers from the ladies.



In high school everyone gave us the nicknames of Ken and Barbie for our resemblance to the popular dolls, but mostly because Lisa's resemblance to Barbie. I later learned there was a joke amongst the guys about me being Ken because neither Ken nor I has a penis. You see I am on the small side at about 4.5 inches hard, which I always thought was normal because I had never seen any pornography or anything else to compare myself to. When I was soft, as the guys in the locker room had always seen me, my cock is barely visible because it is shorter than my pubic hair. I kept my eyes up where they were supposed to be when around naked men so I never noticed anyone else's penis.



Everything was going great for Lisa and I until early in our senior year of high school. Lisa was quiet when I picked her up for school that October morning. I asked her what was wrong and she just blurted it out. She was pregnant. She was a couple of weeks late for her period and had done two home tests. After visiting a doctor it was confirmed. We talked it through and decided to get married right away and not have a bastard child and get married later. You see we are both very religious, as are most people in our town and we didn't want people whispering behind our backs about being sinners. Besides: all this pregnancy did was move our plans up a little. We always knew we were going to get married after graduation anyway.



Our parents took the news very well and supported us completely. With limited funds and limited time; the wedding was a simple affair in my parent's backyard with a few of our closest friends and family. We decided to live with my parents after the wedding and I have to say it was awesome. We set up the basement as if it were a small apartment. We got a used refrigerator and microwave and converted the den into a bedroom. We no longer had to sneak around to have and had sex every night. Then we went to school every day as husband and wife.



As spring approached Lisa was really starting to get big. It was prom season and all of her friends were picking out dresses, but Lisa and I were picking out cribs and baby clothes. I could tell she was really disappointed at having to miss our senior prom. In a small town like ours it's something the girls look forward to from the time they are little girls. I think they look forward to prom more than their weddings and since our wedding was such a quickly thrown together event Lisa didn't even get to have a romantic wedding. Even our honeymoon was done on the cheap. We had just gotten a cheap room at a motel the night of our wedding. It would have been more comfortable in our own bed. I could tell she was more than a little upset at the situation. I promised her I would make it up to her someday.



A week after graduation our son was born. Luke was 8 pounds 10 ounces. He was a very big baby for such a little girl. She spent a lot of time in labor before the doctor finally decided to deliver via C-section. There were some complications and Lisa had to spend a week in the hospital after the surgery. Worse yet; the doctors advised her not to have sex for 3 months. We hadn't gone more than two days without sex since we got married. I was in shock. There was no way I could go 3 months without sex. We decided to focus on our son and try to forget about sex. It worked for about a week and then I was going crazy. I asked her for a handjob, but she said we should get through this together. If she couldn't enjoy herself it wouldn't be fair for me to get my release. And, besides, think of how good it will be that first time for both of us. I'm sure it sounded romantic to her, but she didn't understand what it was like to be a young man.



I had found a job at a local factory right after high school. Since I was a star football player (not good enough that any colleges were interested in me) I was able to start in the front office as a salesman. It wasn't very glamorous, but it was better than the factory floor. There was no travel or any perks. I essentially sat at my desk all day on the phone calling on clients and trying to keep them buying more stuff. It did pay well and we were able to buy a house within weeks of graduation. It wasn't a huge house, but it was big enough for our small family and our even smaller collection of furniture. That summer was a magical time. Lisa had lost all of her baby weight within a few weeks of the birth and she was the perfect at-home mom. She breast fed Luke and had dinner ready for me every night when I got home. The breast feeding had made her boobs huge, but I wasn't allowed to touch them, because she claimed they were always sore from breast feeding. I think she was really afraid it would lead to more if she let me touch them.



Toward the end of summer Lisa started preparing to attend college classes at the local community college. The plan had always been for her to go to a big college, but Luke changed all of that. She would still be able to get her associates degree here in town and we could figure out her bachelors degree later on. We decided she should take afternoon and evening classes to save on babysitting expenses. We would only need a sitter Tuesdays and Thursdays for a couple of hours each day and Lisa had already picked a girl who lived on our block.



Sarah had been a sophomore when we were seniors. Lisa knew her pretty well from cheer-leading and trusted her with Luke. It also helped that Sarah's mom would be available if there were any emergencies. It was decided and Sarah started watching Luke until I got home from work on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I had never noticed Sarah in high school, but between the no sex thing and Sarah's developing body I couldn't help but notice she had grown up and out quite well. That's only two years younger than I was and it seemed perfectly natural to be attracted to her. I held out as long as I could, but eventually temptation got the best of me and I strayed. Afterward I actually cried from guilt.



We were successful at hiding everything from Lisa. She never suspected a thing. Sarah continued as our babysitter and she continued to dress scantily, but I never looked at her lustfully again. We never even talked about it and that was perfectly fine with me. A month later Lisa was cleared for sex by her doctor and we settled into newlywed married life. We had sex two or three times a day that next 6 months and I was happier than I had ever been in my life. I'm pretty sure Lisa was just as happy as a stay-at-home mom and college student.



Everything came crashing down on a cold February day. Lisa was at her evening classes and after putting Luke to bed, I was enjoying some alone time watching TV when the doorbell rang. It was Jimmy Stevens. Well, I knew him as Jimmy from school. He was a year younger than me and had always been called Jimmy while we were growing up, but as he got older he wanted to be called James. I just couldn't see him as anything but the little dork he had always been. He lived in the house behind our new house, but we rarely ever saw him outside. He was one of those kids who sat inside playing video games all of the time. I had never picked on him in school, but he was picked on quite a bit being as much of a geek as he was.



"Hey Jimmy, How can I help you?" I asked



"It's James now and I have something to show you" He said



"Whatever, what you got?" I said curtly. He was interrupting my TV time and I was a little annoyed.



"It's on this DVD." He said holding out a shiny disc.



"Ok? Come on in" I said wondering what he could have on a DVD that he needed to show me.



I took the DVD from him and put it in the DVD player and pressed play. The scene was my living room. It was obviously taken from outside. It actually looked like he had taken it from his bedroom. I could see clearly that it was Sarah sitting on the couch in our family room and it looked like she was sleeping. Luke must have been sleeping too, I thought.



"What is this you perv? Are you spying on our house?" I asked, my anger building. I was going to pummel this kid.



"Relax big fella. You're going to want to see this next part and remember there are more copies of this." He said stepping back from me a little



Then it hit me. Oh my god! It was from THAT day. I watched in horror as the entire scene of my infidelity unfolded on the screen. I hit stop, ejected the DVD and shattered it as I started towards Jimmy.



"Hang on there." He said



"I'm gonna kill you" I said



"No! You're not." He said, taking control of the situation. "You're going to do everything I tell you to do or your wife, the police and Sarah's parents are going to get a copy of that DVD. I'm pretty sure this would get you some jail time." He said.



"What do you want?" I spat at him



"It's simple. I want to take your wife to prom this year. I want you to suggest it to her and talk her into it." He said



"Why would she ever agree to that?" I asked



"I figure it's going to take a little convincing, but I have planned this out for a long time. Firstly - You and I are going to start hanging out. Then after a few weeks you'll come up with the idea of giving her the prom night she never had. She'll be able to go with me."



"She'll never go for it."



"Yes, I think she will. We'll make her feel sorry for me not being able to get a date and you'll sell it to her. You ARE a salesman aren't you? Consider it your most important sale ever. It's the one that keeps you out of prison and saves your marriage."



"Ok fine" I said. I couldn't think of a way out of it. Even if I killed him someone would find his copies of the DVD and I would be the prime suspect in murder.



"So what are we watching tonight?" he asked as if we were best buds



"Duke UCLA I said."



"Football?"



"No - basketball you moron. Football season's been over for months." I said



"If we're going to be friends; you're going to have to be nicer to me than that." he said.



"Maybe we should do things I like. Do you have an Xbox?" he said



"Yes, but I never play it." I said



"We'll start now. You'll learn to like it." he said



And thus his plan began. He hung out at our house all of the time and Lisa really seemed to like him better than my actual high school friends. All my friends ever wanted to talk about was sports, but James talked about astronomy, which Lisa really seemed interested in. He gave her one of his old telescopes and taught her how to use it and where to look in the sky. I couldn't help but suspect the damned telescope he gave her is the same one he had used to spy on our house.



Finally the day came to broach the topic of prom. James had been talking to Lisa for weeks about different girls who had rebuffed him and I think she truly was feeling sorry for this loser. She had given him tips for asking girls out. She completely changed his wardrobe. He went from getting his clothes from Walmart to shopping only at hip mall stores. She also took him to her hair salon and got him a current haircut. Of course none of it worked. He had told her about all of the girls he had asked to prom who had told him no. I'm fairly certain he never asked any of them. He was set on taking my wife to prom for some stupid reason.



It was my cue. And I spoke up. "Hey why don't YOU go with James to prom? You never got to go to our senior prom and he needs a date." I said. I tried to sound as enthusiastic as I could and I think I pulled it off pretty well.



"hmmm. That could be fun" She said "What do you think James? Do you want to go to prom with an old married lady"



"I would be honored, but please call me James." James said



"Ok James, It's a date" Lisa said



I couldn't believe the plan worked. She almost jumped at the chance to go to prom, even with this dorky kid.



Later that night in bed she asked if I was really ok with her going to prom with Jimmy. I needed her to follow through with this and not suspect anything so I told her of course I was fine with it. It was my idea and she should finally get to have her senior prom. She had a huge smile on her face as we went to sleep that night. I was amazed that I was actually happy for my wife to get this second chance at going to prom, even if I was being blackmailed into allowing it.



Lisa and James spent the next month preparing for their prom together. She picked a dress which showed off her body very nicely. Her breasts were still big, even though she had stopped breast feeding a month earlier. They were practically spilling out of the top of the tight dress. The dress was also very short - shorter than I would have liked, but she told me it is what all of the girls will be wearing to prom. For the first time I was starting to get jealous of Jimmy getting to take my beautiful wife to prom.



The day of prom arrived and Lisa was out getting her hair done when Jimmy stopped by the house.



"Lisa's not here." I told him



"I just came to remind you that she has to treat this like a date. As we're leaving I want you to specifically tell her to pretend that I'm you tonight. Got it?"



"Ok, but she knows you're just going as friends. So it's not going to get you anywhere with her."



"Just say it. Ok?"



"Ok. Not a problem" I said



When Lisa got back from the hair dresser she looked stunning. She went upstairs to get ready. I sneaked up to look in on her getting ready. She put on some sexy black underwear and matching strapless bra. Next was her tight black dress. She was positively gorgeous. I stepped into the room.



"You know we have time for a quickie before you leave." I said



"Not with this hair-do we're not." She said. "Now zip me up."



"Thank you for letting me do this. I always looked forward to dressing up and going to prom and I love you so much for letting me live this dream. I just wish I was going with you." She said



"Just go ahead and have fun and I'll be here for you when you get home." I said as I leaned in to kiss her.



She pulled back and said "No - you'll mess up my makeup."



Just then the doorbell rang. I looked out the window and there was a limo out front and Jimmy was standing on the porch in a tuxedo which made him look much more mature than usual.



I stood on the stairs as Lisa opened the door to let her date in.



"Wow! You are perfect" James said looking my wife up and down.



"You look quite handsome yourself" Lisa replied.



They exchanged corsage and boutonniere. We took a few pictures and it was time for my line.



"I want you guys to have fun tonight. Lisa, I want you to just pretend James is me and have a great prom." I said



"I will" Lisa said with a huge smile on her face.



James walked Lisa hand in hand to the limo and helped her into the back seat, but before he got in he came back up to the house where I was standing.



"I need your cell phone." He said



"What, why?"



"This is my date with her and I don't want you guys texting back and forth all night."



"Whatever, OK, here it is" I said reaching into my pocket



"Wait. I'm going to shake your hand and I want you to give it to me and I'll give you a cell phone."



We did the clandestine cell phone exchange. I couldn't help thinking how much of a dork he was.



"The cell phone I gave you is a burner cell phone that I had set up to receive all of the messages your phone would receive, but won't be able to send any."



"What?"



"Just take it. It's my gift to you."



I walked back inside and fixed myself a stiff drink. Just as I finished making the drink the phone beeped. It was a text from Lisa



Her Phone: "Thanks again honey." It said



I wondered what she was going to think when I didn't reply, but then the phone beeped again.



My Phone: "No problem baby. Make sure you have fun and make sure James has a good time too." I looked more closely at the text and could see that it was a group message and not one between the two of us. It was sent to Lisa and this phone. I hoped she would notice this too.



Her Phone: "Ok" She obviously didn't notice



I knew James wouldn't be able to keep sending texts from my phone without Lisa noticing, but I tried to send a text from the phone James had given me anyway and it said service not activated.



Lisa's Phone: Picture Lisa with James's arm around her. They were in front of James's parent's house. They had driven around the block to take pictures at his house. I thought of walking over there, but I figured they would be gone by the time I got there and I certainly didn't want to talk about this situation with his parents or anyone for that matter.



My Phone: "You guys are a cute couple. Have fun" I knew he wouldn't be able to keep responding to her texts from the limo and I wondered why he was even trying to keep the ruse up.



My Phone: A picture just sent to this phone. It showed the limo driving away from James's house. That was how he planned on keeping the ruse up; he gave my phone to someone else. I still wondered why he had to keep Lisa in the dark about me not having my phone.



About 20 minutes later I got a picture text. It was from James and showed my wife drinking a glass of Champagne. The caption said "She really likes Champagne. Her 3rd glass."



For the first time since this whole escapade began I started to worry. Lisa hadn't had a drink since Luke was born and with her small frame she always used to get drunk pretty quickly and when she gets drunk she gets a little flirty. I had confidence that she wouldn't let James try anything though. Even though he was less than a year younger than me he wasn't half the man I was physically speaking.



It was about 5 minutes before I got the next text.



My phone: "Have you kissed him yet?"



Her Phone: "What? No. Of course not"



My Phone: "I told you to pretend he was me. It's a date. You would have kissed me by now."



Her Phone: "I couldn't do that."



My Phone: "Come on, it's just a kiss. Just close your eyes and pretend it's me."



A few minutes later



Her Phone: "Ok. I did it"



My Phone: "Was it nice?"



Her Phone: "Yes, it was nice."



My Phone: "I've never told you this before, but I often fantasize about you with other men. I am so turned on right now just thinking about you kissing him"



Her Phone: "You are such a perv. Kissing is all you're gonna get."



My Phone: "We'll see. Just have fun and tell me everything."



Another text. It was a picture taken at arm's length by James. He was kissing Lisa on the lips and their mouths were clearly open with their tongues mingling. Her eyes were closed and her arms were around his neck. The caption said - "Remember - No interruptions. This is our date. These are the consequences of your cheating."



I was in shock. They hadn't even been to the prom yet and he was already making out with my wife. Why was he tormenting me like this? He could have done all of this without giving me this damned cell phone.



There was nothing for about an hour. Then a picture message came in from my phone. It showed a picture of Lisa and James dancing a slow dance. They were really close together. Her head was on his shoulder and his hands were around her waist. I could see that he would be breathing on her neck while they danced. If it was one thing I knew about Lisa, it was that breathing on her neck is the quickest way to turn her on. I was afraid this dork was turning her on and lowering her weaknesses even more than the alcohol ever would have without even knowing it. Just then another picture message came though. It showed a glass with punch and someone pouring one of those airline sized bottles of liquor into it. The bastard had accomplices and they were helping him keep Lisa drunk.

