0 comments/ 28073 views/ 2 favorites Bennie By: C It has been five years since my divorce—an easy one for me, as it was my former wife Margie who ran off with her older sister’s husband, and I stayed blissfully single and roaming a bit for those years, too. I badly missed one of my earliest playmates from the day I had learned of my unfaithful wife from her own niece! That cute niece, almost 18 at the time, and I (26, then) had a week of wild sex, for my wife’s sister had taken off after them with fire in her eyes, despite her attorney’s advice, to find and—I don’t know what she intended, really, for she never found ‘em, and I for one didn’t give a damn. As I said, Bennie and I had an almost idyllic week, keeping close to my house, me not wanting any interference, she not caring as long as she was "comforting" me. I think she grew up a lot that week. Anyway, Bennie’s mother finally came home and called me, wanting to commiserate and, as an afterthought, wanting to know where her daughter Benicia might be. Not that she seemed to care very much, Bennie having turned 18 just before she came home. I know she had no reaction when I told her that Bennie had spent most of the days with me, going home at night. Luckily, Bennie and I had done some cleaning—in the daytime—Marsha’s house didn’t look too horrible. She had no comment on that, either, but as soon as Bennie graduated from high school that Spring, they moved away, separately, and I didn’t know where Bennie had gone. Marsha—I cared? So, I was going through life with the feeling that I was missing something, and trying to make up for it by being a workaholic and making out very occasionally with some of the girls with whom my work threw me in contact. I was traveling a good deal, and I met a good many nice—and occasionally really weird—girls and young women, some business types, some students, some—and I swear those meetings never developed into anything serious—housewives who came on kinda strong in some bar or other. Maybe I began to understand my former b-i-l and my ex-wife a little better. She’d probably gotten bored with me and they’d met in a bar and made their plans? Well, as I say, I was traveling for my job, and I came to a small town in the mid-West, where some client had wanted to meet me. There was no close-by airport, save for a cow pasture about three miles out, so I had rented car and driven some ninety miles rather than risk my life on a kangaroo airline. I had to find a motel, and the only one seemed to be the hot pillow type—I could figure no other reason for it’s being where it was, the town was too small to support more than the one almost starter industry, from which my client had called for me. However, there were seven cars in the lot, for fifteen rooms, so it wasn’t doing too badly. I wondered what there was.... Well, the idiot client had gone out of town—I cannot figure why, he’d made the appointment—and I was stuck there overnight. Asking at the desk of the motel, I discovered that there was a "good restaurant"—by whose standards, I wondered—and I went there for supper. I sat up front in a booth, the back was really busy. I was generally pissed off and tired, but I brightened up a lot when I got a good look at the waitress. "May I take your order, sir?" she asked, in a voice a good bit more mature than I remembered. She was still familiar. "Why, you sure can, miss." I answered. Then it hit me. "Bennie?" I whispered. I thought she would fall right out, but I saw her muscles tense in her effort to stand still, although she did blush very slightly. "My God! It’s...Fred?" She whispered, too. "Is it really you?" "Is the man bothering you, Ginny?" asked a deep voice, and a hulk loomed up behind Bennie. "No...no, not at all. I’ve known him for years, Jimmy Bob. It’s O K, really. This is my cousin...Gene." Her hesitation was very slight. "O K, but you just don’t get funny with Ginny, Gene...call me if you need me, Ginny." He looked at me with deep suspicion, and slowly walked away to the counter, looking back at me with a scowl once or twice. "Who...is that?" I asked, keeping my voice down. "That?" She was murmuring, too. "Jimmy Bob? He’s the owner, thinks he owns me because I work here, Fr...Gene. Pay him no mind. He won’t hurt you, he’s just...worried. He thinks every man that comes in here is a...snoop, maybe." She laughed softly. "I don’t think you’re a Fed...are you?" "Never, Bennie, but what’s with this ‘Ginny?’" "Oh, that’s been my name since Mother killed herself. I go by ‘Geneva Harlan’ these days." "Married?" "No, Fred. You?" "No. I’m...sorry about your mother." "Don’t sweat it. She was never ‘right’ after Dad ran off with Aunt Margie—Oh, I saw those two about six months ago, passing through. I hate to tell you that Margie still looks good, but Dad...Jesus, you’d think he’d been drinking hard all that time—maybe he has—or Margie’s giving him a lot of hell. They didn’t know me. Anyway...how’s with you?" "Pretty good...lonely for these last five years, though, Bennie. You sure still look good!" "You know...shit, he’s comin’..." her voice shook. "You better give me your order, Gene! I’ll see you after work." "You a transient? You steady here, then?" "I’ve been here almost eight months now, and I’m..." she raised her voice, "...figuring on staying for quite a while longer. Let me take your order. Can’t waste any more time." Well, there was obviously something wrong, but I played it by ear and perused the menu. It did not look bad. Maybe I could work something out with "Ginny." "What did you want to eat, Gene?" she asked hastily, pencil and notepad poised, as the hulk came walking down the aisle. I noticed that she still wasn’t using my right name. "Right, let me have the Salisbury steak, gravy, mashed; how’re the green beans, french or cut?" I as hastily answered. "Frenched, but the broccoli, b’lieve it, is better, it’s fresh, and the cook’s pretty good with veggies." "O K. I’ll go with that, then. I’ll wait to order dessert later, O K?" "Right. Gottit." She dropped back to a mutter as she was turning away to forestall the hulk. "Off at eight, parking lot, motel." Luckily I heard her and did not show any reaction. I laid my hand casually on the table rim, showing four fingers, my room number. She nodded. "O K, Gene. It won’t take long." The hulk seemed to be placated, and he returned to his watch over me from behind the counter. There were other customers in this "best restaurant in town." Shit, it was the only place I’d seen. I wished he’d watch them, too. Eventually, he got busy at the register. The meal was amazingly good, and the broccoli was as good as I’ve eaten anywhere. I suppose I was all hyped up by the thought of seeing Bennie close up again and I did begin to wonder what she’d been doing for those five years or so. Obviously, she had been moving around a good deal, and how she had come to this podunk of a town I’d have to find out from her—if I really saw her again. I was only a little bit surprised when she did show up in the motel parking lot driving a beat-up Chevy, unaccompanied as far as I could tell. I had the awful thought that the man mountain might follow her, or be in the car with her! She parked several doors down and walked slowly up to me. "Hi," she said, as I held the door for her, and I could tell she was tired. Her eyes had shadows underneath, and I felt really sorry for this cute woman, figuring she had gone through a lot in five and a bit years. "Bennie...can I call you that, now?...I can see you’re beat. Do you want to hit the sack alone in your room?" "No! Fred...things are not as cool as I might have said they were at the restaurant. I’ve really got to get out of town, tonight, right now! I’m going to my room to pack—there’s not that much—and I’m gonna drive as far as I can away from here." "Good God, Bennie, what’s happening?" "Well...Jimmy Bob’s a real bastard—like you couldn’t figure that out—and he’s into drugs in a big way—he’s the major distributor in this part of the state—tonight he’s got a big shipment coming in. He’s caught on to the fact that I know he’s into drugs in a big way, and I’m positive he’s gonna take care of me tonight, before that shipment comes in. He’s got a few of his ‘boys’ in to ‘help’ and one of ‘em’s a killer, for sure!" "Judas Priest! Then you want to get away from here real quick? And safely?" "Yes, please God, I’ll make it out of here with a head on my shoulders!" "That kind of ‘taking care,’ eh?" I asked, as I quickly folded my clothing, grabbed my shaving stuff and portfolio and put them in my big bag. It was a task I could do in my sleep, hurriedly. I pulled the portfolio back out at the last moment. "Fred, you stay the hell out of this. This is my trouble, not yours!" "No, it is not just yours. I’ve been missing you like hell for five years or more, you crazy girl, and we’re going to get the hell out of here together. Look, I have plenty of cash, several good credit cards, and we can make the next city before dawn, I think, no worry." I sneaked a quick look out the window. A car was pulling slowly into the lot. "Stay away from your room, your car! Forget your clothes, your stuff. We’ll get more in St Louis. There’s a big black car pulling into the lot right now, and there’s three guys gettin’ out. We gotta get you into my car, hidden and drive out of here!" "Thanks—you damn’ fool, you!" She puckered at me, then ducked back from the window as the car’s headlights swung across. "Right. I’ll put my bag in the car, now. Let me look around while I check out. Anyway, it’s that dark blue ‘99 Ford, parked just to the left of the door, facing out. I’ll click the doors open, as I go—leave this’n open a bit—and when you see me walking back, if it’s clear, I’ll swipe my hand over my hair and you duck out and get in. Hunch down real small. Got it?" Well, it shouldn’t have worked, but it did. I was not, after all, foolish enough to leave without letting a thug overhear me slam down the keys to the room, bitch to the clerk at the counter that I wouldn’t stay, the room didn’t suit after all. I griped that a guy (I named him) had made an appointment and then stood me up and that I had to move on—maybe the goon thought I was in the "trade," too, if he was really in Jimmy Bob’s organization—to the big city. Bennie scrunched down in the front well until I had pulled clear of the lot in as much of a hurry as I thought I could get away with; two of the three guys were busy walking along the sidewalk, looking around, trying the doors of several rooms, not paying any attention to me, and I just hoped they didn’t get the car’s plate number. They obviously had Bennie’s Chevy taped, ’cause the other guy was standing by it. We got on the freeway bound west without anyone following us as far as we could tell. The only car that sorta hung with us on the highway was an "undercover" cop car—under cover, all but the Illinois SP license plate!—and I was frankly just as happy to see him—or maybe her, these days. Bennie snuggled down against me as I drove, and I put one arm around her until I remembered the cop, but that didn’t keep me from brushing my hand against her breasts every few minutes, and her murmuring something or other as I did so. I got so het up I wanted to pull over and fuck her right there on the highway—but my friend the cop car was with us until the city line, just about. We got to the city just about 3:00 in the morning and I checked us in to a real hotel which had security guards, as man and wife. I used a company credit card, squiggling my signature, knowing I could square it later. I did not want to use a personal one. I bypassed the lack of bags for Benicia by bringing in a smaller one of mine—actually, my larger portfolio—and we got a really nice suite. Bennie was so tired that she just collapsed on one of the two double-beds and I undressed her—she was still in her waitress uniform—and put her to bed under the covers. I loved handling her still firm and pretty body after all those years. She smelled sexy, even after a hard day’s work, and I got half a hard on just remembering about her and me. I left a call for seven, with a particular word that I was to be notified at once if anyone asked at the desk for me; otherwise, "do not disturb." Bennie finally opened her eyes at about nine o’clock, rolled over and was wide awake right away. The first words she uttered: "Well, good looking, what are we gonna have for breakfast?" "Still the waitress? Anything you want, lovely. Don’t be afraid, I haven’t raped you while you slept, Jimmy Bob or his goons aren’t around—I’m damn’ sure he’s not—and I think we’re home free." "God, do I hope you’re right! I was as frightened as I’ve ever been last night. Thank God you were there! And thanks for that lie about missing me. It made me feel better about running away with you, Fred." "Why do you think I was lying, Bennie? I’m not." "Oh my God! You really mean it? I..." she broke down and cried and sobbed for ten minutes, my arms around her. After she calmed down, went to the bathroom and cleaned up, she sat holding my hand. "Oh, shit, Fred. I guess...no, I know I’ve been in love with you since I was thirteen. It’s true. Why d’you think I...sucked you off that time I told you Margie had run off with my dad? I was willing to do anything, I’m glad you got my cherry, too, Fred, I really wanted it to be you. I did! And you were so gentle, I loved you even more." "It’s my turn, Bennie. Look, I’ve made a good life since then. I want you to have a good life, too. And I love you very much. How’s about we get married?" "N-no...not now, but let me think about it, Fred. I’m in big trouble with a drug distributor who’s probably after my butt, at least. I could bring a lot a trouble on you. I’m hot in the wrong sense, right now..." "Yes, I do understand. You want time, safe time, to think and decide. I can go along with that." I had to ask. "How, by the way, have you made out for love life? Been getting any?" "Oh, for God’s sake, Fred! Move around I have, but I haven’t been whoring! Shit, I’m not awake! I’ve had one or two short-term lovers, no diseases, I’ve been using my old buddies Rosy Palm and her daughters, Fred. I haven’t had time to have any outside love in my life. I didn’t feel safe enough to have any, either—Jimmy Bob sure as hell wasn’t gettin’ any!" "Thought so. O K, we’ll play it cool, but if I jerk off in front of you, you’ll understand why, won’t you? After all, you’re only wearing a bra and panties, and don’t kid me, your panties are wet, babes!" "You wouldn’t!" "Oh, yes, I would. After all these years, Bennie, I can still think of your body and get a helluva hard on. Now I can look at your perfect form...look, it’s..." "You big bum. Sure is! It’s not safe, but I want you right now, too! You stupid man, you’ll get us killed, I know it, but let’s get it on!" "Maybe you’re right," I said as I moved to embrace her, "and it’s not safe, but I told the management we weren’t to be disturbed, and they’ve got security men, probably on every floor in the hotel, for that matter." "So, O K! I said, ‘Let’s get it on,’ dammit! Shuck those pyjamas, Freddie!" I did as she said, my penis sticking out in front of me just as rigidly as it had five years before. She did the same thing, too. She leaned forward, I was there, and she licked the glans and I jumped. "Gawd! I didn’t think you were that sensitive after all this time. Surprised, or really that sensitive, Fred love?" "Shit, Bennie, I haven’t had real sex in a good long time—since you—don’t look like that, it’s true. I’ve jacked off when I was too horny to be seen in public, but that’s not sex, not after you, darling!" "Well, flattery will get you thoroughly fucked, buddy. Come on, let me at it." She very softly took me into her again, and just as slowly accepted all of me into her mouth and throat. I believed her when she said she’d not had sex with more than two men in those five years, but she had somehow learned to manipulate my cock with her throat muscles—reading books?—and she was really good at it. I fondled her shoulders as much as I was able, and I noticed that she had what felt like shallow scars on her back. I made no comment. I felt myself starting to cum, and I withdrew from her ministrations as fast as I could without hurting her. "That’s as good as when you first did that, Bennie. Now, do we tie you up like I did so long ago?" "If you want, but do it soon, I need you inside me, and I don’t give a damn if you have a condom or not, Freddie. I know you’ve got to be clean, and I promise you I am. And I won’t mind getting pregnant by you, either." I pulled her panties down, but this time I took them off, nor did I tie her up. I wanted her arms around me if I was going to fuck her right. She shucked quickly out of her bra, and threw it across the room with a snort of disgust. I was standing just where I had been when she had played with me. She slipped onto the bed and lay on her back and then she slowly, tantalizingly, raised her long legs up and over, so that her labia were exposed—and leaking fluid already, I could see. Her breasts, even when she was on her back like that, were still shapely and firm. I just plain didn’t wait for a word between us, I was on that bed with my mouth in her crack, my tongue seeking, seeking up and down her, until I found that little nubbin and she jumped, as she had once before. I managed to sneak a finger into her, too, and found her g-spot. She moaned, writhed a bit and said, "Oh, please, do that real easy, love. It feels better than you can ever know." "Better than...before, dearest?" "Yes. Don’t care why. Just do it real slow and lick me tender. O-oo, that’s good." Her breasts were so nice and firm and her nipples, now that they were stimulated, rose and stood like little soldiers at attention, leaning a bit away from each other. I peeked as I came to the upward end of my lickings and saw them waiting for me. "Oh, oh, oh, Fred, get it in me, I’ll cum all over you." She was twisting and turning, her legs were clamping on my neck, but her thighs felt good there, and I was loving the taste of her, so I took my time. Was I not surprised when she flooded me with her juices as she moaned and bucked, her legs clasping and unclasping as I suddenly struggled for breath? I managed to free myself, but I put two fingers back into her and massaged her until she slowly came down off her climax. "A-ah. That was good, love, really wonderful. I bet we can do that a lot after all this time." "Let’s try. You want breakfast—I mean, you’ve had your snack, love, now d’you want something else?" She laughed, a reminder of her younger gaiety. "Yep. How ‘bout steak an’ eggs? I could go for a big breakfast—and can we eat it here? I don’t want to go to the diningroom." I started to kid her about being a movie star, but I thought better of it, so I ordered from room service. It was a Friday morning, the hotel wasn’t real busy with week-end trade yet, and we got quick service. The waiter looked at me seriously when I was going to tip him, and asked, "May I speak to you privately, sir?" I thought, but I went with him to the little entrance foyer. "I thought I ought to mention, sir, that this hotel has very good, very efficient security. We protect our guests in all ways possible. I’m security myself, and we’ve apprehended a known drug dealer who was attempting to enter through the service elevator doors earlier this morning. When we caught him, he asked for a young lady who looks like your wife, sir. He’s in police custody, and from their obvious pleasure at having him, I don’t think he’ll be out on the street for some time." Well, he refused my offer of a pretty good tip, but I did not mention what he’d said to Bennie, for fear it would raise her fears once again. I did ask the man what his advice on leaving or staying was, and he said we would be perfectly safe in the suite, although we should keep the door chained, and he’d make certain we got away from the hotel safely when we felt like leaving. "No hurry," were his words. I felt a lot better. Bennie and the Bike Tour Bennie pushed the bike hard as he crested this next rise. A vista opened before him and he felt that blissful moment when gravity took over the heavy work, and he just had to guide the bike safely down the winding descent which would lead him out of the Berkshires. His ride back would be comparatively easy after these weeks of climbing north through the picturesque mountain ranges of New York, Vermont and Massachussets. But he feared the greater difficulty would be facing his fiancée upon his return. Actually she was his former fiancée. It wasn't that she didn't have reason to suspect the change in marital status. It was she, after all, who technically left the relationship. However, it was him who left her behind on what was supposed to be a week long bike tour from Montauk to Woodstock. It was a last fling before their wedding, which was supposed to happen this weekend. He wasn't sure what his future held, but was certain it didn't involve a wedding anytime soon. No one even really knew where he was. He preferred it that way. The ride began the first day after school let out. Bennie and Lynne were both teachers, and decided a week of fun and beautiful scenery were just the ticket. Three other colleagues were scheduled to join them, but a death in the family caused two of their friends, a married couple, to withdraw. That left Donnie Koller as the proverbial odd man out. Bennie and Lynne were both experienced riders. They both were avid triathletes, so rides of distances from as little as ten miles to as much as the hundred mile distance Benny had trained for in his first Iron Man the previous year, were taken in stride. Donnie was also a fit and experienced biker, but preferred weekly rides around parks in Manhattan to long rides on country roads. All three them found the idea of a tour from Long Island to Woodstock exciting however, and they set off from Montauk, on the Eastern tip of the island in high spirits. They finished the first day at Fire Island well ahead of the tour's chase vehicles. The island's terrain was relatively flat, especially along the coast hugging route prepared for them. The going had been easy, and they were checked into their hotel and eating dinner before most of the other riders on the tour arrived. Bennie and Lynne made love that night, even after suffering Donnie's teasing them about it not being fair to leave him out of the evening's recreational activities. Donnie's banter continued the next morning, and Lynne began to return quips while Donnie's teasing became more and more filled with sexual innuendo. It began to get out of hand when they stopped for lunch at Coney Island that second day, and when Bennie spoke up to stop things before it went too far, he was met with a barrage of ridicule for being a spoil sport. They kept at him as they mounted their bikes, and were hooting and cackling as they sped off while he went through his pre-ride ritual and adjusted his seat. He knew he would catch them. It was a 40 mile leg that afternoon, across the bridge and along bike paths that led south around the tip of Manhattan and then looped north along the Hudson. Still, his bruised ego left him in no hurry, nor craving their company. He didn't approve of his future wife flirting so aggressively, or his supposed friend hitting on her so openly. Of course they both said it was all in jest, and that Bennie shouldn't be so thin skinned, but it really hadn't looked very innocent. He needed the time to mull things over, and thought perhaps could learn something by how they reacted once he did catch up. Catching them was easy. Donnie's bike had blown a tire, and he had fallen. He was fiddling with a spare tube when Bennie caught up, but he had hurt his hand and his knee was cut. Ironically, It wasn't an easy spot for the chase cars to reach them, so they were stranded in the middle of the biggest city in the country. Lynne applied first aid while Bennie sorted out the bike. "The front rim is a bit bent, but you can ride it. The problem is you have the wrong size tube for your tire. Is this the only spare?" "No, but the other is the same size. Wrong!" "You should get your knee cleaned, and maybe checked. Can you ride?" Bennie put him on his own bike, and sent him along with Lynne, while he waited with Donnie's damaged ride. He called the chase cars for help, and they informed Bennie there had been a mishap involving several riders on the Brooklyn side of the bridge. He would have to wait. He checked his phone for a local bike shop, and began walking the limping cycle that way. An hour later he found the shop. It was very busy. He picked out a new rim, found the correct tube and took out his phone to call Lynne while he waited for a tech. Lynne had texted him that Donnie had managed to ride pretty well, and they had already stopped to get his cuts checked, cleaned and dressed They were en route to the hotel in Westchester. Bennie waited less than patiently. He even offered to pay a rental fee to use the mounting bench when one was free. It was another 45 minutes until he was on the bike. The bike wasn't worth the wait, It sucked. The frame was too small, the seat was uncomfortable, and the gears were set up all wrong for cross country riding. "No wonder he always lags behind, his bike is crap" thought Bennie as he lumbered back to the trail through what was now rush hour in New York. He felt his phone buzz, so he stopped at a long light and checked it. "@ hotel. Call me." He called. "Hi sweetie, you doing ok?" "No!" "Baby, I'm so sorry you got stuck with this. Donnie is fine, by the way." "Just sorry that I'm stuck with this? What the hell was that about at lunch." "Oh baby, stop worrying. Next week you are going to be mine, all mine. And I'm going to be all yours!" "Oh! So not until next week. I thought being engaged meant we were already promised to be each other's one and only. All mine, all yours, just us." "Baby, we haven't said 'I do' yet..." Bennie didn't like the sound of this. This was going someplace bad. He unzipped his jersey and felt for her engagement ring. He hadn't fucked around with the jewelry. He had bought a fuckin rock for her. Only problem was, it fit poorly under tight biking gloves. So when they rode, she would put her ring on the chain he wore around his neck. "The thing is Bennie, you know I've been fighting pre wedding jitters..." It was getting worse. Her jitters had been all about not knowing if she could limit herself to one man for the rest of her life. "And you guys are all strutting around with lumps in your Lycra bike shorts..." This wasn't happening. It just couldn't be. "...I want to have one last fling..." There it was. Shit. "...I'll stay with Donnie in the hotel tonight. We'll leave your bike in our room. Tomorrow morning, Donnie and I will have a room service breakfast. That way I will have one last night uncommitted. After breakfast, we'll come to your room and talk through it. Then Donnie can get his bike back and we all can go on like before." She went on to talk about how they were sorry about humiliating me at lunch, but it was actually good because it led to this solution to her nerve thing. The bike tire may have looked like a set up, but it wasn't. Donnie had been hurt and appreciated your taking care of the problem. He was also very thankful to be the guy for my last fling, and wouldn't ever tell anyone, or do anything to lord it over you. Blah blah blah... "Honey? Bennie! Answer me...Do you?" "Do I what?" "Love me enough to let me do this?" Oh this hurt. Lynne had just carved up Bennie's heart. But he was an Iron Man. He swam a mile in open water, rode a hundred miles on a bike, then ran a marathon in the Mexican sun last summer. That's all he intended to let her see. The Iron Man. "Sure Lynne. Go ahead. Have your fling. Get laid tonight. Give my best to Donnie." He hung up, and turned off his phone and went back to the bike shop. A taxi driver took him to the hotel. He picked up his room key at the desk, then took Donnie's bike to his room. Everything was as she said. His bike was waiting in the room along with the duffle that the chase car had dropped off. He ordered a room service dinner, and while he waited, he put the bent rim back on Donnie's bike with the flat tire. He trashed the new one he had bought. "Mine to trash, I paid for it!" He didn't lose a wink of sleep. "She asked me if I loved her enough to let her have this. I loved her enough to let her chase her dream. Now she could chase it forever." He wheeled his bike out, and left his bag at the chase car with a note to the tour operators. "Your tour is great, but I've decided to break away from the peloton and take a longer tour. Hold my gear for me, I'll pick it up when I get home!" Bennie had attached panniers to his bike, in which he put a minimum of supplies. He had his bank card, there were ten weeks of summer before work started again, he had a first rate bike, and a twenty four year old body. There was plenty of open road, and nothing to hold him back. The scheduled ride split the remaining distance to Woodstock into two days. Bennie hit it hard, and even with the extra weight of the panniers made it in one. If he had been anywhere else doing anything else, the angst and heartache of losing his fiancée to a one night stand would have killed him. But on his bike, he focused on riding. Only riding. The weather was perfect, the mid week roads were quiet as he tore up the lower Hudson valley. His body was a furnace firing his legs to pump harder and faster. He devoured lunch, re filled water bottles, and headed on. He hit Woodstock and stopped for dinner. As Bennie stepped out of the diner, he finally thought of Lynne. He sat in the shade of a stately old oak, and turned on his phone. It began buzzing right away. Dozens texts and phone messages flooded in, with emails and face time requests following right behind. He began to read. Starting with "where r u?" and progressing to frantic professions of love and worry that easily reached the level of hysterical, let me just say she was disturbed. He returned the texts. "Don't worry. I'm well. Have a nice ride." The phone rang immediately. He refused the call, and texted back. "Don't want to talk. Need to ride. Please don't call." He had barely donned his helmet when it buzzed again. "Don't shut me out. I needed last night, but now I'm ready for you. Please call." "You needed last night. I need to ride. Things are different now." "I asked you to love me enough to just let this go!" "I did. I loved you enough to let you be happy and have what you wanted. I loved you enough to let it go. I loved you enough to let you go." "Oh my God! You're in Woodstock! Shit Donnie rides so slow, I'll never catch you. Wait there, I'll catch a ride with the chase car and we can talk. I'll make this up to you, I had no idea you would take it hard! We can deal with this!" "I'm not taking it hard. There is nothing to make up. It was a choice. You chose. Then I chose. Nothing left to deal with. Don't race to Woodstock, I won't be here. Goodnight." He slipped on his gloves, and rode north. Damned cell phone GPS. They had put tracking apps on their phones. He decided to leave the GPS in place, but only turn the phone on in short bursts. He rode for another two hours and checked into a hotel. ***** Lynne was frantic. This had been the shittiest day ever. What was she thinking when she let Donnie talk her into a last fling!? He had really played to her insecurities. The sex had been ok, but...but he wasn't Benny. Donnie was a whiner too. Oh was he getting on her nerves, and now she had him all to herself. And he couldn't ride worth shit! The day was almost over and they had barely begun. Damn it Bennie! Why couldn't you understand and be cool!? Then you left Donnie's bike a mess! She remembered the pit in her stomach when she went into Bennie's room. The bed was made. So like Bennie to make the bed even when the maids were going to completely strip it later. The bed was restored to pristine, and Donnie's bike was restored to its crappy state from yesterday. Also like Bennie. Leave it exactly as you find it. He found the hotel room pristine, and left it pristine. He found the bike a wreck, and left it a wreck. The real irony of the situation, was that when he first asked her out, she had just left a guy who was a whiny, inconsiderate slob with mediocre skills in bed. Now she was suffering the increasingly annoying Donnie. Talk about an Albatross. She knew Bennie's phone would be off. If he intended to be cool, he would have been waiting for her. But he was not taking this well, so he would make her work hard to get back to him. He would not want to see her or talk to her. They finally stopped at a bike shop, and Lynn spent all morning texting and calling, as they waited for a new wheel for Donnie's bike. Even though she knew there would be no answer, she was intent that as soon as he flipped it on, he would be flooded with messages from her. Still, as long as there was no indicator on the GPS, she felt more and more isolated. She thought back to the day before, and wondered if Donnie had felt this empty when they put him down at lunch. She imagined he felt this alone and deserted when they left him with the broken bike. They needed to get Donnie someplace where they could take care of the cuts and scrapes, but they should have circled back to Bennie. Then there was the hotel. She remembered the sweet anticipation of being with a new man for the last time before she married. Donnie looked so good, and was absolutely charming. He wined her and dined her, took her to her room and seduced her. Oh it felt so good. He was smooth, and kissed well. He had a gentle touch, and slid his cock into her throbbing pussy so slow and smooth. He was long. About the same as Bennie, but with an upward curve that was a very novel treat. It raked her insides in a luscious way that was different from Bennie, but not necessarily better. He wasn't nearly as thick as her fiancée, and she missed that fullness. Then he came. Too soon. She was just getting going, and he tensed up in that age old pose of passion, then went limp all over. She lay beneath the weight of his sated frame, struggling to breath, and wanting. She never wanted with Bennie. When she finally coaxed Donnie to roll off her, he was almost asleep. "This will never do," she thought as she cleaned the sex from his cock with a cool washcloth. The coolness revived him as she had hoped, and she set to work reviving his limp cock with a first rate blow job. What she thought would be an opening to a satisfying round two ended quickly as well, when just as she had him hard and ready to impale her aching-to-come pussy, he exploded in her mouth. This time there was no reviving him, though he woke her for round three sometime in the middle of the night, again coming just as she was getting into it. Then before breakfast, in the shower, he finally rang her chimes. But her satisfaction was shattered when she found Bennie's room empty. She couldn't leave Donnie alone, but she was tempted to call for the chase car to pick them up. Every time she stopped to wait, she texted Bennie. She texted at lunch. Nothing. When he finally answered after dinner she was amazed at the ground he had covered. She was dismayed at the text exchange. Her fears were confirmed, he had not taken the news well. Dinner was a waste. In spite of her body's need to refuel, she just picked at her plate. Donnie knew better than to disturb her. He left her to sulk, and they slept in separate rooms. She found it hard to fall asleep. Bennie was on her mind. Her wedding was on her mind. Visions of future children popped up and faded quickly as "might have beens." The next morning she got up early, and left Donnie a text. "You'll be ok with the group today, I have to try and find Bennie. I'm going ahead to Woodstock." She also left a text with Bennie. "Please don't go. I need you. Wait in Woodstock." ***** Bennie's phone was off. He didn't want to be tracked. He didn't want to talk. He didn't want to text. He wanted to ride. By the time Lynn made it to Woodstock the next day, Bennie was long gone. In fact he was well past Albany, and heading north. Though she was sure his phone was off, she spent the rest of the day calling and texting. Again, sleep eluded her, and the next day, she boarded the return bus for Montauk alone, worried and exhausted. Lynne passed the next days leaving Bennie every kind of message she could. She spent the nights tossing and turning mulling over regrets and worrying. She worried about Bennie most. He was strong and capable, but he was alone. What if his bike broke like Donnie's had? What if he fell? What if he were hit by a car? Sure he could fix his own bike, and he was a careful rider, but accidents could happen, and there was no chase car. No one even knew he was out there except her, and she had no inkling where exactly he was riding. Meanwhile, Bennie pedaled feverishly every day. He had turned east around the north shores of Lake Champlain, and into Vermont. He had no trouble sleeping, or anything else. Vermont was filled with amazing things to do on and off the bike, and he even found time to rent a mountain bike at Killington and ride downhill on ski slopes that he had favored on many winter excursions. His mind was filled with clarity, when on the second week of his ride he sent Lynn an email. "I love you. I always will, but last week you showed a side of yourself I didn't know existed. I can't share my wife. I didn't think you were capable of being unfaithful as a fiancée, now I can't imagine how you will remain faithful as a wife. I know I told you go ahead and do what you wanted, but the way you told me really gave me no choice. Your mind was made up. I don't hate you for this. I was mad, but I'm over it. I'm won't totally break up with you over this, but I think it is safe to say our relationship has to be downgraded to something less than exclusive. I think it is also in everyone's best interest that we cancel, or at least indefinitely postpone the wedding. On the bright side, I still haven't moved completely out of my apartment, and can still renew my lease. I will let you know when I'm coming pick up my things from our place...soryy. i guess not calling it "our place" will take some getting used to. You can be there when i drop by if you wish, or go out if you are not comfortable seeing me. At least I won't have to ask you to give the ring back, I still have it." Love, Bennie P.S. I'll let my Mom know, and she can alert our side of the guest list. It will save your Mom the extra hassle. P.S.S. I won't tell anyone why we are calling it off. You don't deserve that. I will, however say it was your decision. I don't deserve to take the blame either. Bennie's letter was poison to Lynn. She cried for ours until she could get herself together and call her mother. Of course her mom needed an explanation, and the explanation was hard to give. Thy say the truth hurts. Lynn discovered that's true. "Lynn, you really messed up big time. Bennie is right. And smart! This all just shows you aren't ready to get married." "But Mom, I am! I love Bennie, and can't wait to get started on building our life together. I just wanted one more time..." "Stop it Lynn. That's a cop out. Your time for 'one more time' was over when you said Yes." and let him put that ring on your left hand. Bennie was absolutely right to call off and wait. I admire his patience for not shutting the door totally. I'll make the calls and cancel everyone. We are out a lot of money though, so you will be responsible for repaying our deposits." Bennie and the Bike Tour "Mom, All you can think about is the wedding, and I'm falling apart here! Fine, I'll pay you back the deposits. Now what do I do about Bennie!?" "I don't know! Only you know what you want, so only you can decide what to do. Sorry Lynn, this is out of my control. If you decide you still want Bennie, it's going to be up to you to pursue HIM this time. First you have to put yourself together. Then you have to decide what you want. If it is a life with Bennie, you are going to have to re-earn his trust. Then you will have to court him, and convince him he will have a secure life with you. You will have to convince him he will not discover you cheating on him again, or that he will have to monitor you. Honey, you will have a tough job winning him back and getting to the point where he will be comfortable with a wedding again. And Lynn, don't mess up. Second chances are rare, but third chances are unheard of." Lynn hung up, and spent the night thinking through her actions of the past week. She hurt, but recognized that painwas her own fault. She texted Bennie. "I need to talk to you. I need to say I'm sorry...face to face. I love you, Bennie. Let me know where you are, I will come to you. Please Bernie, today was too hard without you. I can't be without you the rest of my life." Bennie had gotten into the habit of turning the phone on first thing in the morning and right after dinner. He felt the pit grow in his stomach as he read the text. He felt his heart break all over again. He had been able to push her out of mind during the past two weeks. He had ridden hard every day but one. He hadn't taken a complete rest day, but that day he rode slowly and leisurely. It had been the day they were supposed to marry. "Lynn, see it with my eyes. I'll always see you with Donnie now. I'm heading south. Give me a day to get my head together, and I'll turn my phone on. You can find me with the GPS." They each spent the day lost in thought, remembering each other and their good times and contemplating the events that had their relationship on the brink of peril. She cried bitter tears, he funneled his energy into his bike. She barely slept, he fell exhausted into the bed in his hotel room. She rose early, and immediately launched the GPS app that would track his phone. Nothing. She showered, dressed, skipped make up as she knew her tears would just ruin it, and drove north to close the distance between them, wherever he was. Her mom rode along. Her bike was on the rack in back. Bennie also rose early, showered, shaved and strode down to the hotel cage for breakfast. After checking out and looking over his gear, he took out his phone and turned it on. He knew Lynn would see him as soon as the GPS booted up. He received an immediate ding notifying a text had arrived. Actually, it had arrived an hour earlier. "Baby I love you. I'm on my way. I'm halfway there. I'm so sorry Bennie...I truly am." He rode off. She saw the dot as soon as it appeared on the GPS app on her phone, which was securely attached to its holder on her dash. Her mother was at the wheel. She was taking no chances, and if he wouldn't stop to talk, she planned to catch him on her bike, and plead her case as they rode. "He's keeping his phone on! Mom, the dot is staying on screen." "That's a start Lynn, at least he isn't shutting the door? Where is he?" "He is still near the Massachussets border, but he is east of us. We can cut east on 84 up ahead. It looks like he is on Route 7. We should catch him North of Danbury." When they pulled off, they were just ahead of where the dot showed him moving steadily. Normally she wouldn't have a chance of staying with his bike if he didn't want her to. He rode too strong. But for a long ride, she knew he would have some bags which meant weight. She also knew his legs would be hardened, but weary. Hers would be fresh. She carried no extra weight, and she was motivated. He crested a hill in the distance, and accelerated in the down slope. She tried to wave him down, but he showed no inclination to stop. She mounted her own bike and had just moved to join him as he raced by, but had no sooner clipped her feet to the pedals when he hit the brakes and veered into the next parking lot. She pedaled over to him, and her mom started the car, keeping enough distance to give them privacy, but being close in case...well in case she was needed. She knew Bennie wouldn't hurt her daughter physically, but if Lynn didn't get the response she wanted, there was no telling how she might react. She watched as her daughter dismounted he bike and joined Bennie on a shady patch of grass beside the lot. "So, did you have a nice ride?" He hadn't looked her in the eye yet. She missed that. One of his most endearing habits was the way he looked directly into the eyes of anyone he spoke with. It was hypnotic to his students to the point he could have them eat out of his hand. It stirred adults to follow him, and made him a natural leader. It had charmed women when he was single, to the point that after a night of dinner and conversation any woman was ready to climb in bed with him. It literally charmed them out of their pants. And if it was a woman he really cared about, they felt like he was climbing right into their mind and making them love him. It made Lynn melt. When he finally turned to look her in the eye, she crumbled. "It started really nicely. Then it sucked more than anything. Then I broke away from my problems, and being alone,...well it was beautiful." She knew it was coming, but it stung to hear that he felt better alone, especially since he was talking about the days leading up to what should have been their wedding. "Bennie, I'm sorry. I know it's not enough, but I am. I somehow saw you being ok with me having one last single fling. I know I shouldn't have, and I know that's not the kind of guy you are, but I was starting to panic. I mean, I love you. I love you too much for words..." "You have an odd way of showing it." "I know. I deserve anything you say too. I was just caught up in the moment. In my anxiousness, I saw the forever with you part as a limit, not as a joy. It's not how I really feel, Bennie. Forever is what I want. A picture of you should be in the dictionary by the definition of forever. You are my forever. I was dumb to lose sight of that. It cost me my wedding day. It cost me you." Bennie lay back on the grass. He imagined a small cloud drifting slowly over Lynn's head, and then imagined it darkening and opening up, dropping a fury of rain and lightning on the 2 square foot patch of earth occupied by his former fiancée. "Lynn, I don't know what you want to hear, but things changed for us when you slept with Donnie. I still love you, that just doesn't go away. But there is a pain now, that balances against that love. I just don't know how to get back to where we were. Obviously you aren't really ready to be exclusive in our relationship for life. You still have questions I can't answer and itches I can't scratch. How can I believe we will be compatible as a married couple?" "Bennie, it isn't like that. I was totally ready to settle down for life. I meant everything I ever told you about being married, I really did. And then there I was alone with Donnie, and it was like I was in a different world or a parallel universe. I know it was stupid to just tell you I was going to do it, and expect you to accept it. I knew it sounded like a command, and left you no choice. I also knew that if I had asked your permission, you would have said "hell no." But something told me you loved me enough to let me do it. Why I listened to that something more than the voice that was screaming "It's because he loves you so much you shouldn't do it!" I will never know. It won't happen again, Bennie, never. It was so stupid, so blind. I just can't explain what came over me." "I know." Bennie replied, but his eyes were focused someplace else. Lynn sensed she was lost. A world where Bennie didn't look you in the eye when he talked to you was a different world then she had ever known. It wasn't a world she wanted to get to know. "Lynn, that's exactly why we couldn't marry, and can't be engaged now. You can't explain it! Until you can, I'll never know when it might happen again. That doesn't make much of a foundation for a lifelong exclusive partnership." Her tears started to flow freely, though she cried silently. She caused this mess, not Bennie. She had her chance to explain, and it sounded shallow even to her. He deserved his chance to talk too. "What happens down the road if you go off to that parallel universe where it's ok to drop me a text and run off with the "Mr. Right Now" du jour? I didn't even get to object. You threw my love in the dirt with a text, for crying out loud! So is our relationship the kind of partnership where one of us keeps the home fires burning while the other plays? That's no partnership. If I wanted a femdom thing, I'd have found a girl into using chains to bind me, not to pedal a bike with me. "And remember, I'm the guy. You blindsided me with this. If I were dissolving a marriage right now rather than avoiding one, you would be taking half of my assets, sticking me with alimony, and getting full custody of any kids. I'd pay child support until they go to college. Family courts side with the woman. Yet you were the one who had the affair and broke my heart. So you get fucked by a lover, I get fucked by the legal system. You wind up with the hot illicit sex, maybe a new lover, the house,the kids and all the money. I get to scrape by on a subsistence level of take home pay, won't be able to afford a nice dinner so forget lovers of my own, and every other weekend pick my kids up, from the house I scraped a downpayment to buy. Then I'd get my two days of visits while you and your new lover go out on the town courtesy of my monthly alimony check. Cool idea, huh? "And those kids I see for two days out of every fourteen? They'll grow up with their "other father" getting to spend all the quality time with them, seeing their first little league hit and buying the perfect presents because he is with them twelve days out of fourteen and knows them better than I do. Yeah that future looks bright to me, partner. "So here it is. We didn't get married. We are no longer engaged. But it isn't over. I still love you, so you have something to work from. We are no longer an exclusive couple though. You know what I am like, and obviously your little tryst let us both know you are still curious to know what other guys are like. Go find out. If you want to keep seeing me, I'm all for it. You decide how much we date. This little adventure has put the job of courtship and relationship building in your hands. "Just understand, that while you are out looking, so am I. I won't have an open marriage later, so get it out of your system now. Date, fuck, experiment, find yourself, whatever. Just remember, I'm not keeping any home fires burning. You can't just come back home to me and pick up where you left off." It was Lynn's turn to be at a loss for words. On one hand, Bennie hadn't ended it with her. He left a door very wide open. On the other, he made it clear she would have to win him back, and that she would be in competition again. Bennie was a catch, so that competition would be keen. She thought back a couple of years, when they started dating. He was a regular feature in the rumor mill in school. It was a big deal to get a date with Bennie. He had a reputation as an old school gentleman, holding doors open, standing when a lady came to a table. He had the essence of "nice guy" about him. He was clean cut, well groomed, intelligent and had wonderful instincts and people skills. He wasn't rich, but always seemed to have enough to pay his dates way, and pick them up in his own car. He was good looking too, and as an active triathlete was very strong and fit. They didn't start dating until late in their senior year, when they were both hired by the same high school for the next year. She began training with him, and by summer was entering her own triathlons, though of shorter distances than Bennie. They both loved the bike, and would often ride together. Their sex life was a cloud framed fantasy world of sensual love. While neither of them had anything against being adventurous in bed, they both just felt too good about their long, slow, deliciously vanilla love life, nothing else was needed. "I will never succumb to that parallel universe again! I know it is easier for me to say than it is for you to believe, so I will prove it to you. I don't know how I will demonstrate that to you, but I AM going to earn your trust back. "I will start by eliminating your reason to worry about a potential divorce. I will sign a contract, right now if you want, that keeps your finances safe. After saving your stipends from coaching the last three years, I know you are ready to buy a house. So buy it! Even if we marry and it becomes our home, it will always be your house. Your salary, retirement, investments and bank accounts are yours too. Even the joint accounts we open to run the household will never be more than half mine if you divorce me, I said if you divorce me, because if I win you back, I will never let go of you, much less file for a divorce. "And children? I will not accept any world that has you less than 50% involved with raising our kids. If you divorce me, I will buy the house next door, because you'll be expected for more than every other weekend and alternating holidays. "Oh, and if you decide you want more than vanilla in bed, I'm happy to oblige. I happen to like our vanilla love life, but if you want to switch it up now and then, just say so. That does not include others, so forget about threesomes and orgies. Only you and I in our bed babe. Well maybe our kids once in a while, but no other lovers. So that open marriage thing? Not an issue. You are my Mr. Right Now. You are also my Mr. Right. You are my Mr. Only, Bennie, and I won't rest until you and I are married and in our home." Lynn stood up, and waved to her mom. "I've got a ride to finish Mom. I need to pick up my car in Montauk, so I'll be a few days. I'll call you when I stop tonight and fill you in, but I'm moving home for a while. See you on a few." She strode to her bike, and plucked the helmet from her seat. She started to strap it on and as she did turned to Bennie. "So, we started a ride together. We got off track on the way. Shall we finish it together?" "I don't know Lynn. It's kind of soon. I still feel raw." "Tough cookies Bennie. I believe part of your deal included me deciding when we were going to date. Well Babe, that's how it is, and I'm holding you to your promise. Our first post engagement date is finishing the last date we had as fiancées. That means this ride. Now I expect you to get me safely home and walk me to my door. Are you going to be a gentleman, or what?" She smiled at him, and in a flash mounted her bike, and began to pedal down the road. He watched her sprint away, seeming to dare him to come and get her. He heard Lynn's mom pull up beside him in her car. "You ok Bennie?" "No. Not really." "She messed up big time Bennie. She knows it." Bennie just nodded his agreement. "I'd have a tough time accepting that in your shoes. Right now it's a crap shoot whether you go after her or ride in another direction, isn't it?" "Yes. Yes ma'am, it is." "She knew you wouldn't chase right after her Bennie. She expected you to wait and watch." They did. They watched her pedal down a long flat. The road was in a valley and followed a stream. At that point they could see a long way. "Bennie, I wouldn't blame you for riding the other way. I hope you don't because I would be delighted to have you as my son. So let me give you a couple of morsels of food for thought. That wasn't really Lynn. I don't know where that came from, but I know she loves you and you'll never see that again. I'm so sure of it, that if you take her back, marry her, and she does cheat on you, I will hire and pay for the most brutal divorce attorney in the state. By the way, I know her, she's my cousin Lucille." That got a chuckle out of Bennie. "As a matter of fact, I will hire her to write you an iron clad prenup, to which I will be a party. I will be a party to it because I will back up my guarantee as part of that contract, and Lucille will be bound to represent you just in case." Bernie thoughtfully watched Lynn as she neared the foot of the distant hill. "You also have to ask yourself, will you be better off without her? As terrible as her actions may be, are they so bad your life would be better if she were gone? Lynn was a tiny figure now, blazing up the next hill in he distance. "And last, as long as you two are together, she will owe you. Whether you remind her of this day directly or not. Have a tiny wedding ceremony...hell, elope!...so she will remember how she screwed up every time she sees the pictures of her small, not in a church, no bridesmaids or big white dress wedding. She'll remember what she missed." "I don't want to hurt her, though. Just because she rained on my parade doesn't mean I want to trash her dreams." "Oh you don't have to trash a thing. She believes she already did that. At this point, she will be ecstatic if you two just run to the courthouse in jeans and Tshirts one day. She is looking at it as having lost you. You won't ruin, you'll be a hero. However..." They watched her reach the top of the hill. "She will also know she owes you. She will bend over backwards to prove she loves you and only you. She will do anything to prove how great she thinks you are. You will have your favorite foods, sex any time the way you like it and as often as you like it, and best of all, you will own the remote." He laughed a little more then turned to her "How do you know?" "I'm her mother. I'm just like her. I know how I would feel if I lost you. Don't be surprised if you don't take her back and I come around calling. You're kinda hot!" She laughed at her own joke. And then looked at him seriously. "You'll have a get out of jail free card you know." He looked at her askance. This was his own mother telling him he would be able to spend a night with another woman with impunity. Her eyes were sparkling furiously at the thought. "You know I could never use that!" "I know." She was charming him towards her daughter. Her arguments were sound and logical, but didn't quite make up for the Donnie sized hole he still felt in his heart. And her teasing deserved payback. "But if I did use my get out free, my beautiful mother will be the first one I call." His smile was all mischief, and was equal to her teases. He mounted his bike as Lynne disappeared over he next hill. "You'd better hurry, she's getting away." "Nah. I'm not going to chase her. She has been chased all her life. I for one am done. I already told her, I'll be around, but I've already done the courting. It's her turn. She went ahead without me in more ways than one. She's going to have to figure out how to look over her shoulder and catch something behind her for a change." "You aren't following her?" "Sure for a while. But rather than follow Rte 7 all the way south, I'm breaking off onto some more scenic roads. If she isn't careful, she'll be chasing a GPS dot instead of riding with me." "You are not going to make it easy for her, are you?" "Nope." "I sense there is a pretty good chance you won't soon become my son." "Correct." He pedaled off. She watched him down the same track her daughter had travelled minutes ago. Only where she had sprinted, he was a bit slower, and super steady. Where her daughter had slowed and labored up the distant hill. Bennie held his pace. Bennie and the Bike Tour She almost called her daughter to alert her to slow down and wait for Bennie. But she didn't feel right about giving the warning. Her daughter had treated her fiancé shamefully. She needed to learn a marriage wasn't a series of sprints like Lynn's ride. It required a strong steady, omnipresent pace, like Bennie's. It required teamwork and partnership, and a partnership limited to just two people. He was beautiful powering that bike, even with the extra weight of loaded panniers. She hoped he wold catch Lynne, and for a second fantasized that Bennie would instead live up to his joke, and use his free pass with her. It had been so long since her husband died, she could lose herself in a night of play. "No!" She snapped out of her reverie. "This one is Lynn's." Still her eyes sparkled at the what ifs as he summited the hill. She then dreamed of a beautiful scene where he blasted down the other side to a waiting Lynn, who he swept into his arms and carried to a nearby... "Son of a bitch!" she marveled. He didn't blast down the hill after Lynn. Just before he reached the point where Lynn had dropped from their sight, Bennie turned right on a smaller road. Lynn would be chasing GPS dots all day. "This" thought Lynn's mom "is not the end." Author's Epilogue I've written stories about forgiveness, stories where someone loses it all, and stories where the B gets burned. I've written stories other people challenged me to do, and stories that have a base in fact from my own experiences. Just a base mind you, I pervert every truth as much as possible. I've written believable stories, over the top tales, and gentle "sleep good at night" sagas. But while writing this story, I had very ambiguous feelings. I guess anytime there is a "somebody done somebody wrong song" (with thanks to the BJ Thomas tune for summing it up so slickly) there are reasons. Cruelty has a background, love is rarely (if ever) perfect. Villains are just a couple actions away from being heroes, while heroes are a bad day away from being a villain. I didn't write explicit sex scenes. I wanted this to be about integrity and even strove to color the cheater with dignity except for "the nasty event." I took this opportunity to explore the ambiguity of feelings involved on both sides of "some body done somebody wrong." It's a difficult issue on both sides, if you get past the anger and righteous indignation associated with the victim. Humans screw up, even the big important things. No excuse, they just do. This tale just a sample of their lives, and the story goes on. I've toyed with writing a sequel, or maybe a prequel, but I'm not yet sure if I want to offer more than this snapshot of this part of their lives. So many branches are possible. In a sequel, if he forgives her and they live happily ever after as a faithful loving wife...you'd be bored. Maybe he uses his free pass? Nope, I'd need Bennie's integrity intact, it's who he is. Likewise, if I write Lynne cheating again, I'd lose the edge of her restoring her integrity in Benni's eyes. I could have the sequel be her struggle to regain his trust, but Bennie would never throw his dates with the competition in Lynn's face, and if she dated it would be very discreet. Bennie would have no reason to even try to find out, so there is no tension in that plot line. Somehow a prequel doesn't seem necessary. So unless I come up with an edgy angle, Bennie and Lynn are riding off into the sunset to leave us all wondering. So to make an unusual partnership of lyricists, I followed BJ Thomas with a little Sondheim "so I made a decision, which is not to decide" and left room for thought at the end. Maybe some day there will be more... Bennie the Cuckold This is a cuckold story, you know the kind of story where the husband is dominated and openly cheated by their wife. If you are not into this kind of stories, I suggest you move on to other categories. This is my first attempt at story writing. Any form of criticism would be highly appreciated. Well I have always been a little self-conscious about the way I look ever since I could remember. I am a little slow to develop, physically that is. My manhood is about 3 inch soft and 5 inch when hard, never really measured my width but I would say it is a size of a permanent marker in width. I have always been the shortest boy in my class. As a result I have always been bullied and bossed around by my class mates. All the other kids at school used to make fun of me. This resulted in me having an even lower self esteem. I never had a girlfriend during my teen ages due to obvious reasons. I have to admit though that my lack of social life came in handy when it was exam times, always passed well. My academic performance was what kept me going through the years. Well I finished school and started a career as an accountant. It was during my last year that I met the one, Sharon Mathews. She was what you might describe as a slow learner, but her looks does justice to her lack of intelligence. She had already spent three years at the college and had absolutely nothing to show for it as she was repeating the first year subjects for the second time. I think my intelligence is what got her attracted to me. We dated for six months during which I kept avoiding any sexual encounters and possibilities in fear of the unknown. She would try and get me hot and horny but I would always find a way to brush it off. Needless to say, she got irritated and sat me down to ask about my sexual orientation. Found myself stuck between a rock and a hard place. Decided right there and then to give it a try. I have been preparing myself for this moment for some time now, with the help of the internet of cause. The kissing was intense and hot, took off her skirt and panty as I was about to finger her when she pushed me back, and in one swift motion slid her hand into my pants, then as soon as she touched my manhood in a very quick motion she took the hand out. I looked at her face and all I could see was shock. I tried to mutter out words but nothing would come out. Feeling bad about her reaction, she apologized, but asked me to pull my pants down so she can have a view so she can know exactly what she is dealing with. Wanted to refuse but felt reluctant. At this stage I made excuses that my penis is flaccid and she might get a 'wrong sample'. She insisted to which I obliged and showed my tool to her. I could now see the disappointment in her expression. I felt exposed and decided to let her know it all. "I am still a virgin" I uttered. Was surprised when she started smiling and gave me a hug, told me to relax. She made love to me. This was the best feeling ever. I got hooked to sex immediately we both enjoyed making love. My Sharon and I got married three months later. The sex was brilliant, or at least I thought so. At this stage everything was going smoothly. I was doing well in both my love life and career making a killing. Well Sharon decided to quit college after her third attempt, besides my salary was good enough to sustain our needs and wants, so she stayed at home and I would go off to work. Coming back to a sparkling clean house, well cooked dinner and a beautiful wife, what more can a guy ask for? Life was going well for me. So good, I ended picking up a lot of weight in a period of 2 years. My tummy had grown to overlap to such a point I couldn't see my 5 inch cock. Sex got a little bit more difficult with my Sharon, we couldn't carry out a lot of positions, when doing missionary, Sharon complained about being squashed by my weight, we resorted to doggy style. I would lift my potbelly and make sure I rest it on top of her behind so as not for it to get in the way. This way I couldn't pull out all the way. Things went on this way for some time. The frequency of sex decreased to about twice a month; mostly she would turn down my attempts. I won't forget the Friday when I came back from work, my Sharon was sitting at the kitchen counter "Ben, we need to talk. You need to shred off the weight. It was bad enough that I had to endure sex with you before the weight gain" she said. I was stunned when she resumed:"I managed to buy some gym equipments which should be delivered by Monday, also got us a personal trainer, he will be here on Monday as well." I was shocked especially by what she said about enduring the sex before the weight gain. She went on. "You need to lose the weight or else I am afraid I am going to have to leave this marriage" I stood there in total shock," I will not be having sex with you until you shed off at least 20 pounds." That night I couldn't sleep with her words going through my mind over and over again. Monday came and when I got back from work I found our basement has been turned into a gym. As I am busy going around checking out the new gym I hear some giggles and turn around to see Sharon and a man I didn't recognize, she yelled "Ben I am glad you are back, meet Stan, he is our personal trainer, you like the new gym don't you?" It was more of a statement than a question. Stan is a man with muscles and very tall, at about 6.1 feet standing next to my 5.5 feet Sharon and me in front of them at 4.5 feet. Stan gave me a smile and held out a hand, his grip was quite strong. "Nice to meet you Bennie". I was quite taken aback by the name 'Bennie'. We started working out, it was very hard for me as I have never been to a gym before. Sharon changed the meals; we were always having low fat food, mostly made of vegetables. She would force me to take the left-overs for lunch at work. Well I would always buy chips and junk food at work and donated my lunch packs to colleagues on a daily basis. Needless to say that I didn't lose a pound, in fact I put on more weight if anything. It was on a Thursday afternoon when I got back from work to find the lunch pack that Sharon made for me on Wednesday right on the kitchen counter. I remembered that Sharon and Maggie the typist at work that I gave my lunch pack to are good friends "what the fuck was I thinking?" I thought to myself. Didn't know what to say or do, as she walked in the kitchen, I knew I was in trouble by the look on her face. "That does it, after all the troubles that I have gone through to ensure you shed of the weight, you do this to me?" She shouted "I guess we need to do this the hard way, I guess you need a little bit more motivation, take off your clothes and come join me in the gym now" I did as requested as I wanted to please her at this point. To my surprise I found Stan working out, I turned around and started walking upwards to leave the gym when she yelled at me not to go out. "I want you down here right now" I walked towards her and immediately Stan stopped and looked at my midsection with shock in his eyes."Damn Bennie, your belly has swallowed your cock" Sharon broke out in laughter. I stood there with a deep shade of red. My cock was completely hidden by the potbelly. Sharon stepped in, "Bennie, I am going to try and use humiliation to motivate you, I talked to Stan and he was friendly enough to offer his services, at an additional cost of cause, from now on we all work out naked." As soon as she said this, Stan took off his clothes, my eyes were fixed on his cock, and it was about 9 inches soft and very thick. I got mesmerized by his massive tool, seems like I was not the only one mesmerized. Sharon was also staring at it. I took my eyes of the stunned Sharon to the tool again, at this point she looked at me and cried "Ben focus on his muscles not his massive tool, godamit." This got me even more embarrassed. She took off her clothes to expose her petite boobs and her freshly shaved pussy. Stan told me to start with bench work, as I lay down he handed me the weight, at this angle I could see his tool in all its might from below just a feet away from my face. I was doing my reps as I heard Sharon giggling form behind. I heard her say "can I touch it?" I yelled "I am done" trying to get Stan's attention away from my wife. He yelled "15 more Bennie" As I struggled to do 15 reps, the giggling continued. We finished with the workout. Sharon looked at me straight in the eyes and asked "Ben can I please touch his tool? Haven't touched a real one since college." Before I could respond she clasped it in her palms and squeezed. Stan let out a moan and excused himself and we called it a day. For the first time in almost seven months Sharon initiated sex that night, after a couple of minutes of doggy style she pulled me out and directed my head to lick her pussy. I wanted to do my best to please her so I did my best. She was really turned on as she started moaning and in the midst of it she was yelling for Stan's name. I was taken aback but I started licking the pussy like there was no tomorrow. For some reason I got a hard-on from hearing her scream for his name. She came very hard, turned around and slept. I had to jack off since I hadn't come. This went for a couple of days, she would tell me to kiss and lick her pussy until she comes while she yells Stan's name without awarding me a chance for penetration. Meanwhile I have changed from giving my lunch packs to my colleagues to giving it to a beggar on the street. I just couldn't lay off the junk food no matter how hard I tried. Needless to say the weight was not shedding. It was on a Saturday when Sharon was doing the laundry and she came across a receipt from the restaurant showing that I bought two double cheese burgers, large chips and a coke. "I have heard it with you, here I am doing my best to help you lose weight but you are not even trying, I haven't had sex in a long time and you busy putting on more weight, from now on I will humiliate you so bad you will want to lose 30 pounds in a week" with that she marched out of the room. I couldn't believe that I slipped up again. That night we didn't go through the normal routine, since I had to sleep in the guestroom as part of my punishment. I passed out almost immediately. The following Sunday I was surprised to open the door to find Stan with a lot of luggage. Standing there he greeted me and brushed right passed me "Bennie, don't just stand there please help me with the bags". I was shocked because Stan only comes during the weekdays, and the luggage? Sharon came running from the sitting room and gave Stan a huge hug and kissed lightly on the chick. We went to the gym on that Saturday for the very first time. After taking off our clothes I noticed how sexier Sharon was. She had lost a lot of weight, her tummy was very flat. Sharon gave Stan another hug and kiss, but this time the kiss was more passionate and lasted for about five minutes if not longer. I just stood there and watched, for some reason I was getting an erection from watching this fantastic scene. Finally the kiss broke off and they turned to look at me, "hey Bennie, looks like you are enjoying the scene look, I can see the tip of your cock for the very time" Stan yelled to which Sharon broke down in laughter. "Lift up your belly for Stan to see you full erection dear." I followed the orders and did as I was told. They both laughed very hard. She started rubbing his cock and knelt down to give him a blowjob. Sharon has never ever given me a blow job. No like ever. She always said it is disgusting whenever I asked for it. Here I was, having a boner looking at another man getting a blowjob that I never got from my wife. Sharon lied on the workout bench and Stan mounted her. At this point his tool was completely erect as I could see the veins. It was no longer performing for me, they had forgotten completely about my existence. "I don't know if I can take that in Stan, it is so magnificent, I am used to my husband's little dicklet, please go easy on me will you?" She pleaded." Her words had my penis throbbing pre cum. I know many people will never understand this but the scene was really turning me on. He slid it into her wet pussy, and began thrusting away, he was not even going all the way in but my way was moaning and screaming, I bet she could be heard from the street. He went on for like 30 minutes non-stop. Sharon came two times lying on her back while Stan was pumping away. Her third and final climax was building up simultaneously with Stan's. I realized that Stan was about to come by the moans, he yelled "I am going to come into your pussy Sharon", at this point I felt a complex combination of lust, anger, jealousy and rage and started charging towards them to push him off. Stan held out his hand and pushed me with little effort; I fell and hit the floor with my head. He pumped a little bit more and let out a moan. They lay there motionlessly for a couple of minutes. I couldn't help but started crying "baby what if you get pregnant?" "Well I am not getting any younger hun, well there is something you can do to try and prevent that dear, maybe you can suck the cum out of me clean" I jumped at the opportunity and started working at the pussy and sucked with all I had. "That's enough fat Bennie we are going to sleep now, if that's the way you are going to try and stop me, then you gonna be eating a lot of cum fatty." I started to contest "baby this has gone on long enough, you can't repeat what just happened". To which Sharon replied "please we all know that you enjoyed every moment fat Bennie" She turned to look down on my wiener and the damn thing gave me away. "Baby I forbid you to have sex with this man again" I contested. She rose her leg and put it on my chest, with swift move she pushed me away and I stumbled onto Stan who grabbed me behind me by the neck. "Look loser, I am going to be fucking this wife of yours from now on, if you don't want to, and then I will tell her to divorce your sorry ass. I would like to see who will want to marry a looser like you. Shaz will you please take a photo of this looser standing next to me with cum on his face. You know just for insurance" And she took a couple of photos. I tried as hard as I could to escape the grip of this man standing by me but I couldn't. He finally tossed me to the floor, took Sharon in her arms and they headed to the bedroom. He stopped halfway "tomorrow is Sunday, we want our breakfast in bed, do that and I will consider having you clean up my cum in her soaked pussy fat boy" I was lying there confused as hell, with a boner and cum on my lips and chin. Did I want for this to continue or not? Well I think I wanted for it to continue but didn't want to show I do. At least if they think that I don't want for this to happen, it would portray me a less of a looser and a weirdo. I realized at that moment that Ben was dead, I was now Bennie for life. Part 2 coming soon. AfricanWriter