1 comments/ 60832 views/ 3 favorites A Day Early By: Rick_Love Mike and I had looked forward to Spring Break since the previous Fall. Panama City Beach was our destination, and as 2 horny 19 year olds, we were eager to soak up the atmosphere ( bikinis, wet T shirt contests, etc... ). Our last class on Friday ended at 12:00, and we were on the road by 1:00. Although we were both from Huntsville, we attended college in Birmingham. The drive from Birmingham to Panama City only took about 4 1/2 hours. By the time we checked in and unpacked, we were ready to hit the strip. After a bit to eat, we cruised the strip for 2 or 3 hours hoping to catch a glimpse at some hot girls. Saturday, Sunday and Monday were fun filled days going to the beach and watching a few bikini contests. However, on Tuesday morning Mike awoke complaining that he had a scratchy throat, mild headache and earache. Even with Mike slightly under the weather, we still had a good time on Tuesday. The following day, Wednesday, Mike felt worse and stayed in the hotel room all day lying in bed sleeping or watching TV. By Thursday morning, Mike had a severe sore throat along with a worsening headache and earache. His throat was so sore that he could hardly talk. I went out for a few hours on Thursday morning by myself returning to the hotel room about 1:00 PM. Mike thought that he was feeling worse and asked me to take him to a doctor. After flipping thru the yellow pages and talking to the front desk, we found a doctor's office about 10 minutes from our hotel. After emerging from the doctor's visit, Mike told me that he had a 100.7 degree fever as well as a bacterial infection. For $132, Mike received a penicillin shot, a strep test and 2 prescriptions. After swinging by a local pharmacy, we headed back to our hotel room. Although I felt sorry for Mike, I had my fingers crossed that I didn't catch his horrible infection. Mike went to bed about 8:30 on Thursday night, and after watching TV ( with the sound turned down ), I drifted off to sleep at about 11:00. Mike's throat was so raw that he hardly slept at all. He woke me up at 6:00 AM and asked if we could go home a day early. We had originally planned to stay thru Friday night, and drive home on Saturday afternoon. We left Panama City at about 7:30 on Friday morning and arrived in Huntsville about 2:00 PM. Although we were in Mike's car, I drove all the way back. Mike spent half the time lying in the back seat sucking on throat lozenges. We first dropped by my house, and I removed my luggage from the trunk. Luckily for Mike, he only had about a 10 minute drive to his own house. No one was home when I arrived. My Dad had an overseas assignment with his company thru the end of June. Not wanting to miss an opportunity to travel abroad, my Mom traveled overseas with him. My brother, Dan, had just finished graduate school and had been working at his new job here in Huntsville for about 6 weeks. Until our parents returned from overseas, he was in no rush to find an apartment. Dan's bedroom was on the second floor while mine was in the basement. Our parents had the Master bedroom on the main floor. After I unpacked, I began reading the newspaper and watching TV. At about 3:15, the phone rang. As I normally do, I let the answering machine pick up so I avoid all those pesky telemarketers. Brandy, Dan's girlfriend, began leaving a message for Dan. Brandy said that she had a big surprise for Dan tonight and to be sure that his cock was fully loaded. She said that she would be over for Dinner at about 6:30. Brandy was nothing short of a spectacular knockout. She was 21 and stood about 5'7" with long blond hair that cascaded halfway down her back, big blue eyes, large firm breasts, a slender waist, long shapely legs and a killer smile. As a added bonus, she had one of those soft sexy voices that would be perfect for an on the air radio personality. I replayed the message at least 6 times so I could here her voice mention the word cock. Since I was a virgin, I had never heard a girl say the word cock ( other than in porno movies ). Obviously, Brandy had plans for a major league fucking session with my brother. I began to get a hard on just thinking about it. I knew that on least 3 previous occasions in the past 2 weeks, Dan and Brandy made love in his bedroom. They had been together for about 7 months and probably done most of their lovemaking at her apartment. Our parents had been gone for about 2 weeks, and since they did not approve of pre-marital sex, it was unlikely that Dan and Brandy had done little if any lovemaking under this roof; therefore, Dan had spent a lot of time during the past 7 months at Brandy's apartment. Other than in adult movies, I had never seen a couple having sex. Dan or Brandy had no idea that I had returned a day early, so I counted that as a small advantage. I knew that Dan's bedroom closet had adjustable louvers, so I went up the stairs to look at his bedroom and closet more closely. After I adjusted the louvers, I entered the closet and closed the door. I had a perfect view of 3/4 of the bedroom and 100% of the bed. The side of the bed was only about 6 feet from the closet door giving me an up close view of the action. My mind began racing about the potential for getting caught versus watching one of the best looking girls in Alabama fucking my brother. Dan was the ultimate babe magnet. He stood about 6'2", weighed 190 lbs and had a dark complexion and wavy black hair. Girls complimented him all the time over his "Rob Lowe" like nose, piercing green eyes and dark eyebrows. He worked out vigorously 4 days a week which provided a well defined chest and a taut "six pack" stomach. Dan would receive girl's phone numbers without even asking. He was almost 25, and I know that he had lost his virginity when he was 16. I know that he had about 9 or 10 girlfriends during this time as well as countless other dates. My best guess was that he had fucked between 25 -30 women including a former NBA cheerleader, a bikini contest winner, a Miss Alabama beauty contestant, a homecoming queen and a hot blonde who appeared in a Girls of the SEC Playboy pictorial. An actual Playmate of the month, a Penthouse Pet and an adult movie starlet were practically the only girls not on his resume. For Dan, the city of HuntsvilIe as well as the entire state of Alabama could just as well be named Cuntsville. In short, he could go to bed with almost any woman he wanted. I was certainly no slouch in the looks department; however, my brother received my Dad's dark complexion and my Mom's symmetrically proportioned nose. I on the other hand received my Mother's fair complexion and my Dad's slightly prominent nose. Although I was still a virgin, I certainly thought about sex a lot and watched my fair share of porn. As I looked thru the closet doors louvers, I wandered aloud if I could really pull this off. I began my plan of attack by first removing the closet ceiling light bulb and replacing it with a burned out bulb. At least if one of them entered the closet, the only light that they would have would come from the ceiling light in the bedroom. I took a shower and shaved like I was planning my own sexual encounter. I put on a loose black T-shirt, a pair of thin black sweatpants and black socks. I chose black so as to blend into the darkness of the closet. The sweatpants were 100% cotton and when worn with no underwear made for an excellent fabric in which to masturbate. If one of them did approach the closet, I estimated that I would have about 2 -3 seconds to quickly move to the area of the closet behind the open closet door. I rearranged some clothes to be sure that this area of the closet could be easily and quickly accessed. By now it was almost 5:00PM, and I knew that Dan would be home at about 5:30. He had been at some Corporate Training session off campus all week which required an extra 15 minutes of drive time. I ate a quick sandwich, an apple and some chips along with a glass of Pepsi. I placed a Hershey bar in the closet in case I got hungry. On 1 of the 3 previous occasions that Brandy and Dan made love upstairs, she had left that night and returned to her apartment. I was hoping that she would not sleepover; otherwise, I would have to slip out after they had fallen asleep. The closet door made a noise when it was opened, so I made a mental note to leave it open about an inch so I could get out without making any noise. I went to the bathroom and did number 1; if I had become trapped in the closet with an incredible urge to urinate, I don't know what I would have done. We had 3 bedrooms upstairs, so I settled in behind closed doors in the bedroom across from Dan's. I brought a couple of magazines and a book to pass the time. Dan arrived a little after 5:30, undressed and took a shower. From the bedroom window, I saw Brandy pull in the driveway at 6:30. They prepared a dinner which smelled like lasagna. I opened the bedroom door so I could hear their sounds or conversation. I mustered enough courage to venture into the hall, and on to a point just 2 feet from the top of the stairs. I could tell from their conversation that they were finishing dinner. By now it was almost 8:00, and I walked back to Dan's bedroom. Along with a flashlight ( and new batteries ) and the 2 magazines, I went into the closet and shut the door, carefully leaving the door ajar approximately an inch. I again double checked the louvers to maximize my view and minimize my chance of getting caught. After about 30 minutes, I heard them talking and laughing. Their voices became louder as they walked down the hall to Dan's bedroom. They sat down on the side of the bed right in front of me. Brandy was wearing a tight fitting sleeveless blue blouse, white capri pants and white open toed high heels. She had a sexy little toe ring on her 2nd toe of her right foot. Dan wasted no time as he began kissing her hands and arms before moving on to her neck and her full luscious lips. She had not yet shed a piece of clothing, but my cock was pitching a tent in my light sweatpants. As he continued kissing her lips, he on so slowly began unbuttoning her blouse. After what seemed like an eternity, her blouse was off revealing a pink embroidered lace bra which clearly exposed the upper half of her voluptuous boobs. After helping Dan remove his shirt and T-shirt, they lay back down on the bed. Brandy began kissing and rubbing his nipples which obviously turned Dan on even more. He attempted to begin removing his pants, but she stopped him saying "not yet". She alternated between kissing his lips, chest, nipples and stomach. Brandy removed his belt and pulled his Dockers completely off. Dan's cock was protruding up like a huge banana beneath his Calvin Klein underwear. After removing his socks, Dan pulled off Brandy's shoes and seductively kissed the top of her doe like feet as well as her ankles. He playfully placed his fingers beneath the waistband of her Capri pants before pulling them down her legs and over her ankles. Now all that separated me from seeing Brandy completely naked was her pink bra and matching pink lace thong. Dan again started kissing her neck before moving down to her shoulders. He moved from one shoulder to the other placing soft kisses along her upper back. He pulled one bra strap and then the other off her shoulders and then unsnapped and removed her bra. I almost came in my pants as I stared at her spectacular chest. Other than in magazines and movies, I had never seen a girl topless before, so this was quite a sight. She had a large full chest without any sag. I guessed that they were probably 36C's or 37's with huge silver dollar size areola. Dan began to gently kiss the top of her breasts before playfully making circular motions with his fingers around her massive nipples. He kissed, kneaded and sucked on her mounds for a good 15 minutes. Fully aroused, her nipples were long, thick and as red as apples. Carefully avoiding her pink thong, Dan moved down to her knees and traced his fingers along her satiny smooth legs. He slowly moved North toward the promised land kissing both of her inner thighs. They then re-positioned themselves on the king sized bed so that they were lying perpendicular to the top of the bed thus giving me a perfect view of her crotch. Brandy was obviously enjoying this immensely because her pink lace thong had a small wet spot barely larger than a quarter. He slowly pulled her thong down where it was halfway to her knees. From this angle, Dan was blocking my view of Brandy, but I could here her moaning softly. He continued to tease her by pulling the thong just below her knees but no further. As he moved from one side of her to the other, I was able to catch a glimpse of her pussy. With her thong still on her legs, I didn't get a great look; however, I could see that she sported a clean shaven labia with a small triangle of blonde pubic hair above her pussy. Still trapped in her thong, he gently rubbed and kissed both of her inner thighs. From my angle, it seemed that he would he would kiss and caress her thighs to about an inch from her pussy, but then go no closer. After she was begging and pleading, Dan pulled her thong completely off. I saw her bright pink pussy briefly before she turned over and lay on her stomach now lying head to toe with the top and bottom of the bed. As she lay face down on the bed, I got an excellent side view of her left boob, but my eyes soon wandered down her body to her sexy little ass. I had seen Brandy many times in a tight pair of jeans, and it was a sight to behold. Dan leaned over and kissed her again on the lips before again kissing her bare shoulders and back. He soon made his way down to her ass where he spent an extraordinary amount of time kissing and then caressing her baby soft butt cheeks. Dan parted her legs and placed his hand down into her crotch area. Dan looked back up at Brandy and told her that she was soaking wet. Brandy moaned softly and said " keep going". Dan continued on down her body planting soft kisses on the back of her upper and lower legs. Brandy had had enough of the foreplay so she turned over, spread her legs, bent her knees and told Dan to eat her pussy. Dan dived in enthusiastically flicking her clit with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth. She arched her hips, grabbed his head, and smashed it against her pussy. Dan continued to gently suck on her clit before moving down and tonguing her vagina. He slipped one, two and three finders into her twat, and with his lips around her clit sucked until her body began to quiver frantically. Just as she was on the verge of orgasm, he would stop. Dan continued this tease for another 10 or 15 minutes until her body began to violently shake and she screamed out "Yes,Yes,Yes!". After Brandy was able to calm down and compose herself, she said that she had a early Birthday present for Dan ( his Birthday was 2 days away on Sunday ). She walked her sexy nude body over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Dan was obviously intrigued and asked if they were for him or her. Brandy quickly snapped " For you of course". Dan had no objections as he lay back down and stretched his arms up toward the top of the bed. Brandy wasted no time as she quickly cuffed both of his wrists to the top of the bed. She then got down her on knees between his knees and slowly started running her fingers up and down his tanned muscular legs. Brandy's ass was pointed directly at the dresser mirror; unfortunately, the reflection could not be seen from the bedroom closet. She continued this torture for a few more minutes before releasing his prick from his underwear and sliding them down and off his ankles. She worked her way back up his legs until she was cupping, kissing and sucking his balls. I had seen his cock before, but never in this condition. Fully erect, it looked to be at least a full inch longer than my 6" cock. As she continued playing with his balls, she made a concerted effort to not touch his twitching cock. Walking back to the dresser, she pulled a blindfold as well as another set of cuffs from her purse. This was beginning to get real kinky. I was determined not to ejaculate to early, and I wanted to maximize my pleasure with a "fully loaded cock". After placing the blindfold over Dan's eyes, she cuffed both of his ankles to the bottom of the bed. Brandy then looked down at Dan's clock on the nightstand. She said that she was going downstairs and that she would be right back. After she left the room, I turned on my flashlight, and looked at my watch and noticed that it was 9:45. After about 5 minutes, Brandy returned to the bedroom. My eyes practically popped out of my sockets as I saw not only Brandy but also a girl named Lindsey. Lindsey had graduated from my high school one year earlier than me. She was a spectacular 5'5" brunette with shoulder length hair, brown eyes and a perfect tan. I had fantasized about this girl since I was in the 8th grade. Throughout all of my high school years, she was the standard with which all other girls were measured. I must have heard the phrase "she's not as hot as Lindsey" several dozen times. As a senior, she won the cutest girl contest, and rumor was that she received over 90% of the votes. This girl was now standing there in the flesh less than 12 feet from me. She had on a tight fitting black tank top, black mini skirt, black nylons and high heels. At the risk of getting caught, I pulled off my black shirt and gently rubbed my breasts. After silently directing Lindsey to sit in a chair on the other side of the bed from me, Brandy climbed back on the bed and began again to lightly trace her fingers over Dan's chest and rock hard abs. Dan's limp cock started slowly growing and expanding again to the full 7 inches. Lindsey stared intently at Dan's spread eagled naked body with her eyes focused mostly on his crotch. Lindsey signaled Brandy with her hand an aok sign and then mouthed the words "huge cock". Since Dan was blindfolded, he had no idea that Lindsey was in the room. Brandy then asked Dan if he remembered their discussion about 2 weeks ago about sexual fantasies. Dan replied that they had discussed a lot of sexual fantasies. Brandy asked, " Which one of my friends did you say you would most like to make love to?" Dan said " Lindsey, absolutely Lindsey". With that answer, Brandy used her right index finger to silently motion Lindsey to the bed. Lindsey climbed up on the bed, removed her heels and stood directly over Dan's pulsating cock. Brandy played with Dan's erect nipples before planting a wet kiss on his lips. She then gently removed Dan's blindfold, and his eyes stared up at Lindsey's sexy face and body. WOW was the first word out of his mouth before he complimented Lindsey on her outfit. Lindsey looked down at Dan and asked him if he wanted to see her naked. Dan looked over at Brandy and after her nod of approval said yes. Lindsey quickly pulled the tank top off and over her head revealing a black bra. She then stepped out of the black mini skirt and threw it on the bed. She looked absolutely stunning standing there with the black bra, matching panties, thigh high black nylons and the attached garter belt. Lindsey wasted no time in continuing her cock tease as she lifted her left foot and placed it on the headboard. She deftly unsnapped the black nylons on her left leg and peeled them down her thigh and below her knee. Brandy was sitting on the other side of the bed gently tracing her fingers across Dan's chest, nipples and stomach. Ever so often she would lean over and kiss and lick both of his nipples. Lindsey continued her assault by completely removing her left black stocking, and then throwing it on the floor less than 2 feet from the closet door. After removing the right stocking and the garter belt, she sat down on Dan's upper chest and played with her boobs, still trapped beneath her sexy black bra. As she reached around her back to remove her bra, my eyes were glued to her chest. I almost came in my pants when I feasted my eyes on her ample breasts. Although not quite as large as Brandy's, they were still absolutely exquisite. She had no tan lines, so my mind began wandering if she sunbathed topless or simply visited a tanning salon. While still standing directly over Dan's head, she began teasing Dan by sliding her panties halfway to her knees and then bringing them back up around her waist. She must have repeated this 8 or 10 times before relenting and stepping out of her panties and dropping them on the bed. Meanwhile, Brandy had moved down between Dan's legs and was licking the very tip of his twitching cock every 15 or 20 seconds. A Day Early Tom's Story On Tuesday, I told Julie, my wife, that I had to make a trip to St. Louis to fix some problems on a new installation. I would fly out Wednesday afternoon, meet with the contractors Thursday and Thursday evening, and fly home Friday. She did not seem very upset by the last minute trip, even though she had always hated me being away. She actually smiled when I told her and wished me a good trip. Strange. I thought that we could make love that night since I would be leaving for the rest of the week but Julie pleaded fatigue when I suggested we go to bed early and cuddle. "What's new?" I said. "What's that supposed to mean?" Julie snapped back at me. "Fatigue is getting to be your standard answer when I suggest we make love. I wonder what's making you so tired. It can't be work since you seem to love being there instead of at home with me." I was just getting wound up. "It can't be the baby since as soon as I get home, you leave her to me to play with, or bathe, or get ready for bed." I was sorry to have begun this but I really wanted to have it out with her. This just did not seem like the right time. It had been coming for some time but I didn't realize how close to the surface my anger had become. "I don't know what you mean by that. You love Rachael and I know you like to spend your evenings with her. What's wrong with that?" Julie's face was red and her anger was clearly showing. "I love my daughter, but I only spend as much time as I do with her because you've turned away from me. We haven't made love since you returned to work. Before that, it was not love making; it was a disaster. I tried to talk to you and you pleaded fatigue, you blamed me for being too tired, you even tried to claim that you had orgasms when I clearly know you didn't. I believe you actually laughed at me a couple of times and called me a wimp!" I waited for her to say something but she just stared at me. "I wanted to go to counseling but you couldn't see any reason to. I wanted to ask the doctor to check you over to see if he could find a reason for the fatigue you always seem to have. None of those things were necessary according to you." "Now, we have no love life. We go to bed and you turn away from me and just go to sleep. You don't want to talk to me before or after dinner and you don't care to spend any free time with me. You are happy as a clam when you go off to work and angry or depressed when you are here with Rachael and me. I don't know what to do anymore. I wonder if we even have a marriage. Do you want to talk about divorce?" I said the last as a means to try to shake her into some sort of response. "I don't think I want to continue this conversation. You're not being reasonable and you are certainly making some very stupid accusations. I think you should go on your trip and think about what you just said. It appears that I don't do anything that suits you anymore." Julie rose from her chair and walked into the other room. Her expression was one of disgust or disinterest. There was certainly no distress at my words. I just sat there and stared into space, trying to determine what had gone wrong and when it happened. I thought back over the past few years of our marriage and tried to remember what they were like. It seemed like the problems had begun just before Rachael was born. Before that our marriage was strong and times were good. My name is Bill Montgomery and I am now almost 40. Julie and I were married shortly after we both graduated from college. I had interviewed with a firm in Youngstown that manufactured air conditioning and heating equipment for large installations. The interview went well and I was offered a job with them. Julie had also landed a job at a saving and loan bank, in training as a loan specialist. With both of us working, I proposed and Julie accepted. We were married 3 months later in a small ceremony with a justice of the peace. I wanted more for her, but since her parents had died some time ago, she did not want more than a simple service. After we were married, Julie and I made plans for a family and a home. The family would come as soon as we had saved enough for a down payment on a home, and by saving very carefully, we were able to make the move a year and a half later and found a home we both loved. While it stretched our income, we were able to swing it and moved in. While our love life was strong and often wild, Julie wanted to begin immediately to make a baby. She insisted that we abstain until she was in her fertile period and then she wanted me to make love as often as I could get it up. At first, I loved it, but after a few months, it began to become work. No spontaneity, no love, no snuggling, no foreplay, just straight fucking! Three weeks of abstinence, one week of fucking. Then do it all over again. After 3 months, Julie announced that she was pregnant. I whopped for joy and hoped things could get back to normal. Julie seemed to glow and she welcomed me back to making love. Things were good again for the next 5 months. Because of her developing pregnancy, we investigated new ways to please each other. Our sex life actually got better. After a visit to the OB/GYN, Julie announced that we had to stop with the sex we both enjoyed and were used to having. From now until the baby was born, only gentle penetration was permissible and no missionary sex. Julie was to avoid strenuous activity of any kind and the doctor recommended she quit work. Julie did resign from work, taking a sabbatical so that she could return if she desired. She seemed to resent having to quit and began to become angry with me for little things. I thought at first that it was hormones, but after a while I knew it was more. When I asked Julie about it, she denied anything was wrong and said she was just uncomfortable most of the time. I hoped the birth of the baby would bring back the old Julie. The time came and the baby was born. It was a beautiful baby girl whom we named Rachael after Julie's mother. The baby was perfect and was a joy for both of us. For a while. After Rachael was about 3 months old, I tried to initiate lovemaking again. I wanted to try as soon as Julie was ready, but she kept putting me off. I was patient until I finally told her it was far past time. She finally agreed, but did so in an angry mood. As a result, the sex was terrible and I could not even perform. I was embarrassed and humiliated and Julie did not help by becoming angry all over again. Instead of encouraging me, she belittled me and laughed at me. I finally was able to complete the act and I tried to have a normal sex life again but it remained uncomfortable and unpleasant. Julie never instigated sex and she seemed not to enjoy it. She wanted little foreplay and no variations. After a while, the frequency of sex declined to only once or twice a month. Until she returned to work. Julie approached me about returning to her job after one of our more successful sexual unions. Julie had seemed to be more into it than usual and while I knew she faked her orgasm, I was still able to enjoy myself. As we were lying in bed afterwards, Julie brought it up. "I would like to go back to work, Tom. I need some stimulation from adults once in a while. You know what I mean. You get it all day so that when you come home, the baby is a pleasure." Julie looked at me for my response. "I wish you would stay home for a while longer. Rachael is just a year old and she is beginning to develop those traits she will have for the rest of her life. She really needs someone to help her develop good habits and I wanted that person to be you." I hoped that Julie would change her mind. "Tom, I have made up my mind. I will arrange for day care for Rachael and talk with your mother about part time babysitting. I have already notified Mr. Williams and he has agreed to give me my old job back." "Why did you even ask me? You have already made the decision and to hell with my opinion. If I agreed, good. If not, tough!" I was furious. "I knew you would not agree with me going back to work. You are happy with me staying at home while you go out in the world and mingle with adults. I think you would just like to keep me barefoot and pregnant." Julie was almost dismissive of me. We did not discuss it any further. Julie had made it clear that she was going to do this and I had no say in the matter. She rolled over and turned out the light. I tried to ask her some questions but she refused to answer me so I dropped it, which I later believed was the first mistake I made along the path to disaster. Julie returned to work and our life changed for the worse. She no longer even pretended to be interested in making love, she rarely played with Rachael in the evenings when we were all home together, she began to let me get Rachael ready for bed and she had me take her to daycare in the mornings while she slept in. Since she started work at 9:00 AM and I started at 7:30, she said that I might as well take Rachael so that I could spend the extra time with her. While Julie was distant and aloof with me and with Rachael, she was usually almost happy while she was at work and for a short time after she came home. She talked about the people she worked with and some of the people she interacted with during loan applications. She mentioned something about a new department being organized which she hoped to become part of. When I asked her about it, she didn't comment so I let it drop. I had met most of the people that Julie worked with and knew John Williams, her boss, socially. I had also met the newest member of the bank, Richard Means. He was a young hotshot that I found to be obnoxious and arrogant. John didn't like him much either, but apparently he had impressed someone in the main office so he had no choice. I listened to her talk about work only half the time, spending the rest of the time with my daughter who had become the focus of my life. My wife had deserted both of us by this time and we had nothing to say to each other. My attempts at trying to initiate a dialog about our marriage and our life together resulted in her avoiding me the rest of that evening. She would not discuss it. I remember one evening after I put Rachael to bed. I had had a bad day at work and was in a very dark mood. I was sitting in the darkened great room when Julie came in from the kitchen and, ignoring me as usual, sat down on the couch ready to watch some TV. I decided to confront her. "Julie, do you love me?" I asked. "What are you talking about? You're my husband! Of course I love you." She said this with a disgusted look. "If you love me, why do you ignore me? Why don't we make love anymore? Why do you avoid Rachael when I am home?" I wanted desperately for her to give me an answer that I could understand. "There you go again. We can't just have a peaceful evening together once the brat goes to bed without you getting into more of your paranoid crap!" Julie was angry as usual. "I want an answer to my questions. Not more of your attack dog attitude. You don't even pretend to love me anymore and you seem to be sick of your daughter when she is awake. How can any mother call her child a brat? We don't have a marriage anymore. I just wonder what you are doing at work that makes our marriage unimportant and our daughter a pain in your butt? Is there someone else?" I pressed her for an answer. "I will not have this conversation with you. You are sick and paranoid. I told you I loved you and our daughter and I love our marriage. I wouldn't do anything to risk it and I have done nothing that you need worry about. Now, I am going to bed and I don't want to hear another word." With that she went to bed without a backward glance. I noticed that while she protested, she never denied that someone else might be involved. I awoke after a fitful night on the Wednesday of the trip at my usual time of 6:30. My loving wife was asleep as always and I got up to begin my preparations for the trip. I showered, dressed in comfortable traveling clothes and packed an overnight with all I would need for the meeting and for dinner that evening. I got Rachael up and got her ready for day care. She had her breakfast of cereal and juice and was happy as she normally was. She sat and hummed a little tune while she ate. It was hard for me to be sad in her presence. I got ready to leave and went into the master bedroom to see if Julie had awakened. I watched her for a while, marveling at how beautiful she still was. She appeared to be asleep but I had the feeling she was awake and just waiting for me to leave. With a sigh, I did just that. After dropping Rachael off at daycare, I went to work to finish up some last minute details before the trip. I talked with Claire, my secretary and gave her my schedule. I told her that I would probably not be in the rest of the week since I was due home late Friday so to call me at the hotel if there were any problems. I flew out at 2:30 that Wednesday and had an uneventful flight to St. Louis, Missouri. I got a cab from the airport to the hotel and checked in. Once in my room and unpacked, I called my office and asked Claire if there were any messages. She gave me one or two that she thought were important enough for me to know about and then surprised me by saying, "Your wife called the office about 3:00 this afternoon and asked if you had gotten off on your trip on time. I told her you had and asked if she had your room number and cell number. She said she did and only wanted to know if anything had changed. She said your cell was off, probably because you were in flight and she would call you later at your hotel." Claire was telling me this because we could count on one hand the number of times Julie had called me at the office over the last two years. Needless to say, I was surprised and a little confused about that call. Why in the world would she do that? It almost sounded like she was confirming the fact that I was gone. With that thought in the back of my mind, I dressed for dinner with the gentlemen for St. Louis. Although the dinner Wednesday night was supposed to be just an introductory meeting to get to know a little about each other, we had actually made some progress towards solutions for the problems I had been sent to solve. Thus it was that Thursday's meeting that began at 8:00 am sharp saw us off to a flying start. By lunch we knew that things were progressing much faster than we had hoped. If things continued, I thought that maybe I could get home earlier than scheduled. I had planned to work all day Thursday and Thursday evening and then leave for home on Friday morning or early afternoon at the latest. Since we had things going pretty well, we ordered lunch catered in and continued to work. By 3:00, all of the issues had been addressed and the plan for correcting the problems was in place. We worked to finalize the program and at 4:30, we were finished. I made sure everyone agreed and settled back in my chair. Just to be sure I asked if there were any more issues they could think of while I was still there. To my delight, there were none. I was done! Almost 24 hours early! I asked their secretary to see if she could book me a flight that evening rather than wait and take the first flight out Friday morning as planned. She told me that I could take a 6:00 pm flight that would put me into Pittsburgh, Pa at around 8:45. With luck, I could hop on I 78 to I 80, and home. I could be there by 11:00 pm. I told her to confirm the flight and I put in a call to Julie from the conference room. There was no answer at home and her cell was usually turned off during the day while she was at work. I was a little surprised that she didn't answer since she should have been home with Rachael. It was too late for her to be at the bank so I left a message telling her I would arrive home that evening. As I boarded the plane, I looked forward to getting home. While I had left under a cloud, I still hoped that Julie and I could work out our problems and save what was to me the most important part of my life. I loved Julie with my whole being and the addition of Rachael had given me a gift that made my life complete. I could not envision anything that could take that away. I wanted to get back and continue what we had begun just before I left. With that thought, I went back to the beginning. Julie and I met in college. She attended Mt. Union College, a private college in Alliance, Ohio while I went to Youngstown State. We met at a mixer set up by one of the fraternities that had chapters at both colleges. We seemed to hit if off and got to know each other a little that evening. Before Julie left to return with the rest of her group to her dorm, I asked for her number and for permission to call her later. She gave both and left with a group of girls. Over the next week, I could not get Julie out of my mind. I finally broke down and called her that Friday evening after class. When she came to the phone, I told her who it was and asked if she remembered me. She said she did and had wondered if I would call. I asked her out and she agreed. I picked her up outside her dorm on the following Saturday morning. We had made plans to go on a picnic to the lake that was just a mile from the college. My parents had a cabin there that I did not tell her about for fear that she would get the wrong impression and back out. However, I knew the lake well and quickly found a quiet spot for our blanket. The day passed pleasantly and Julie and I were more and more comfortable with each other. We talked of our lives and families and our hopes and dreams and found that we had much in common. I learned that Julie lived with her Aunt since her parents had died in a car crash some years ago. Julie loved her Aunt and missed her parents terribly, but she had learned to accept that they were gone. I told her that my parents were still alive and lived in Boardman. My dad had retired and they traveled often. We both had enjoyed the day and made plans to get together again as soon as our school schedules allowed. I mentioned the cabin at the lake and Julie immediately wanted to see it. I agreed and we packed up their blankets and lunch fixings and drove to the cabin. When Julie saw the place, she immediately wanted to go inside. It was quite impressive. It was an A-frame with two floors and an open great room. Once inside, Julie looked up to see the skylights and the balcony that wrapped around three sides of the room. She ran upstairs to see the bedrooms and made approving noises. I remained downstairs as she toured. When she returned from her upstairs tour, I showed her the kitchen and the den. We spent an hour or more just looking over the place and admiring the lake view from the second story porch. All in all, it was a pleasant hour. As we prepared to leave, Julie looked at me and said, "I hope that we can come back here some time, just you and I." "I hope so too. I want to spend more time with you. Can we plan to meet next weekend and maybe stay here for the weekend?" I paused. "Am I moving too fast for you? Or maybe I'm being presumptuous." "You presume correctly, Tom. I would love to spend next weekend with you and spending it here would be great." That weekend was the beginning of our relationship. I picked Julie up after her last class and she hopped in the car with an overnight bag already packed. I was also packed and we left immediately for the lake. I drove to the cabin and we entered to find that the fireplace was ready for lighting and the kitchen was fully stocked with food and drinks. "Where in the world did the food and things come from? They weren't here last weekend when I first saw the place." Julie looked at me for an explanation, although she was pretty sure I had done it this week. A Day Early "I guess the management took care of it when I called them to get the place ready for guests. They are pretty responsive, you know." I smiled knowing she was pleased with my preparations. "Please thank the management for me." Julie was very excited. She was looking forward to this weekend and was glad I had taken precautions to see that she would be impressed. It meant that she was as anxious as I was that all go well. We spent some time getting unpacked and deciding where we would spend the night. We were both a little nervous as we went into the master bedroom at the top of the stairs. I carefully put her overnight bag on the bed and put mine in the corner to be unpacked later. I asked her if she would like some privacy while she unpacked. She said yes, so I went downstairs to light the fire and to put some water on for coffee. I changed into a soft flannel shirt and jean shorts I kept in the closet downstairs. This is what I always wore when I came here. By the time the fire was blazing she had returned wearing a soft, light pink sweater and a plaid skirt. She was beautiful and my breath caught in my throat. "I have soft drinks, coffee or wine in the fridge. What would you like?" I was glad that I could get the words out without stumbling like an idiot. She made me feel so clumsy because she was so beautiful. "I'll have whatever you are having," she replied. "But if you don't mind, I would really like some wine." "Wine it is. I think this is pretty good since dad is somewhat of a wine aficionado. He had this in the pantry so I just chilled it." I was beginning to relax, but I couldn't get over her beauty. She was more beautiful this weekend than she was the first time I saw her. I couldn't figure what the difference was, unless it was that I was falling in love. "Why don't we take this into the great room in front of the fire? It is a great place to stretch out and relax. I'll grab some cushions and we can settle back until time for dinner." I had planned dinner in advance and had put the already prepared entrees into the oven with a time delay. We talked about the cabin and what we could do tomorrow. Julie was impressed with my plans when I told her about dinner and what I had prepared. She was beginning to feel more at ease and began to touch me occasionally as they spoke. Her touches turned into caresses as the wine lowered her inhibitions. I was fully aware of Julie's touches and her contact sent electricity through my psyche. I also began to feel the effects of the wine and returned her caresses. I loved the feel of her body through the soft sweater and I noticed her legs curled under her. The skirt she was wearing was fairly short and her legs looked great. We stopped talking as we looked into each other's eyes. Without another word I pulled her into my arms, my face hot as I looked at her. Without thinking my hand cupped her breast, while with the other, I caressed her thigh just below the bottom of her skirt. I bent to her and covered her mouth with mine. Julie responded to my touch with a small moan of approval. She opened her mouth to my probing tongue and allowed entry. She pulled me more tightly to her and one of her hands covered mine as I stroked her thigh. I began to slowly unbutton her blouse and skirt. I slid the blouse off her shoulders and to the floor. I did the same with the skirt until she was wearing only a lacy bra and panties. She reached behind to unsnap her bra and shrugged it off. I put my hand inside her panties and rubbed her mound until she writhed under my hand. "I can't wait. I want you so badly," she whispered, laying her body back onto the cushions that covered the floor. As my hands roamed her body, I could feel the shivers of arousal running through her. Her hands roamed over my chest and she reached down to feel my erection. She stroked it with her hand and I responded. I slid her panties down her legs and onto the floor. She lifted her hips to allow me to complete the removal. "Now. Do it now. I want you so badly." She put her arms around me and pulled me down to her waiting wetness. I spread her legs apart and moved between them. I took my hard cock and moved it up and down the lips of her swollen sex, moistening it with her juices. She opened herself to me as she felt the head of my cock pushing inside her swollen lips. She raised her knees and spread as wide as she could, allowing me to penetrate deeply into her. I pulled back out to her moan of disappointment and then pushed back in as far as I could go. She put her arms around me, grasped my ass and urged me deeper inside her. As I began to move into her, she moaned in pleasure. I began to move slowly in and out, feeling the warmth and wetness of her. I finally had my cock in as far as I could go and stopped to allow Julie to get used to the feeling and to allow me to gain some control. I counted to 100 by 5s just to stop my urge to plunge into her and let go. I wanted this to last and make sure Julie enjoyed it. I wanted to give her pleasure, even if it meant that I had to withhold my own. After a minute of holding still, I began to again slowly push all the way in. Once I had reached my limit, I pulled almost all the way out and then pushed back in with a strong stroke. I repeated this until I had a good rhythm going. Julie was moaning and tossing her head back and forth. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me even tighter against her. As she did this, I reached my hand down between our bodies and found her clit. I rubbed the little button as I steadily stroked into her. Julie exploded! Bucking and screaming, she clawed at my back, and pulled me even tighter into her. She finally tensed and let out a muffled scream. I had still not cum but I stopped to ask her if she was all right. "I'm perfect," she said. She looked at me, sweat beading her lip and brow, and said that I should go ahead since she had already climaxed. She smiled and pulled me back down to her. I began to pump into her slowly and exquisitely. The feeling was unlike any I had felt before. Of course, I had had sex before with other girls, but this time was different. I guessed this was what making love felt like as opposed to having sex. My own climax came like a shock. I began to speed up my strokes and the feeling overwhelmed me. I pounded into her with total abandon as she urged me on with words of lust. The warmth and tightness was too much and I was unable to hold back. I came more than ever before and as I came, I felt Julie begin to moan and hump back at me. She had climaxed again after saying she wouldn't. I had to admit I was pretty pleased with myself. We relaxed in each other's arms and enjoyed the warmth of the fire and the afterglow of our lovemaking. After only about 30 minutes, Julie felt for my flaccid penis and began to slowly stroke it. It was only a short time before I felt myself respond. I began to kiss and fondle Julie's breasts until the nipples were hard and she was moaning. She leaned over me and took me into her mouth, using her tongue and lips to drive me mad with desire. I held her head for a few wonderful seconds and then pushed her down onto her back. I entered her, but this time slowly and gently. We moved together to another wonderful orgasm. If possible, it was better than the first time. The weekend went by so quickly. We made love several times over the next two days and as we got to know what the other liked, we enjoyed our lovemaking even more. That weekend sealed our fates; we were meant to be together forever. That was just over 5 years ago last week. We had celebrated our anniversary that evening by going out to dinner while my mom watched the baby. We had a wonderful time and had seemed comfortable together. With Rachael not there, we were able to relax and just enjoy each other. It was a great night, except that it had ended as most nights did without lovemaking. Julie had pleaded fatigue and gone to bed before I had a chance to suggest it. As the plane landed, I was jolted out of my reverie. I grabbed my briefcase from the overhead and joined the queue leaving the plane. I had a short walk to the baggage area and then an uncertain wait for the bus to the parking lot. The plane was on time so, if everything worked out on schedule, I would arrive home at about 11:15. Just about on schedule. I hoped Julie had waited up for me. The ride home was uneventful and traffic was light. We lived in a comfortable suburb in Poland, just outside Youngstown, where the homes were middle class. We had found a beautiful house in a development that was small and fairly private. We bought it and had lived there ever since. It was a ranch home with about 2500 square feet, plus a bonus room upstairs where I had my workout room and my computer. Overall it was a nice area and a safe one to raise kids. Julie had loved the house on sight and we had been able to swing the down payment and manage the mortgage. As I pulled onto the street where we lived, I again wondered about our recent lack of lovemaking. Things were not good. I didn't know how I was going to find any resolution to our problems since Julie wouldn't consider any kind of counseling or therapy. As a matter of fact, I believed she was content to continue without change. The only thing that I could do was to continue to confront her until things finally came to a head. I wasn't sure that our marriage was going to survive this but I had to try. Maybe tonight I could insist on our going to counseling or something like that to get things moving again in the right direction. I felt that this was a move we had to make to keep the marriage alive. With this in the front of my mind, I pulled into my driveway. I pushed the remote and waited for the garage door to open. I glanced over at the front porch and noticed that the lights were off. Apparently Julie had decided to go to bed not caring if I would be on time. No problem. I would call in tomorrow and take the day off as a result of a successful trip. I could cover everything from home. That would give us time to talk. The door rose slowly open. I almost didn't notice the strange car setting in my place in the garage beside my wife's Volvo. I didn't recognize the car or the plates, but noticed the vanity name of HOTONE. No one I knew had a plate like that. With a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, I opened the car door and slowly walked into the garage. I put my palm on the hood of the car and determined that it had been there for some time. The hood was cool to the touch. I looked in the car but didn't see anything to tell me whose it was. I walked past the car to the door from the garage into the kitchen. I put my key in the lock and turned it. I opened the door and reached in to turn off the alarm. For some reason, I was as quiet as I could be. I felt like a burglar entering my own home. I felt a premonition of disaster. To get to the master bedroom once inside, I had to turn left and walk the length of the kitchen towards the dinette and then turn left again into a short hall. The master bedroom was at the end of the hall and off to the right. As I entered the kitchen, I could see the glow of our nightlight coming from the bedroom. I closed the door quietly and went into the small pantry located just inside the door. I reached up to a shelf above my head and grabbed a 9 mm pistol I kept there and moved through the kitchen and towards the dinette. I wanted to find nothing out of place. I wanted to find the car to be one of her girlfriends that had stayed over since I was gone. I wanted a lot of things, but did not expect to find anything good. With a sick feeling making me want to rush to the sink, I turned into the short hall leading to the bedroom. Holding my breath, I walked quietly into the bedroom and stopped just inside the doorway. In the weak illumination from the nightlight, I couldn't be sure what I was seeing but I could hear moaning and see movement in the bed. I moved into the room and turned on the overhead light by the switch just to the left of the doorway. A jolt, similar to a strong electric shock went through me as I saw my wife of 5 years underneath a humping man. She was on her back with her legs spread obscenely wide: he was positioned between them and had been grunting and plowing into her as I entered the room. They had not heard me enter and were now looking confused and panicky with the sudden appearance of the overhead light. Julie focused on my face and screamed. She pushed the man off of her and grabbed the covers and pulled them to her chest. The man, a look of total surprise on his face, rolled over and fell off the bed on the side away from me. "Tom what are you doing home?" Julie struggled with the covers and pulled them around herself as she just stared at me. Her beautiful face was angry as she held the sheets to her bosom. Her eyes were as cold as I had ever seen. Ignoring the look in Julie's eyes and her question, I looked directly at the man as I spoke. He was frantically trying to pull his pants on while grabbing for his shirt. He at least seemed to be embarrassed. "I want you to out of my bedroom: get your clothes and get the fuck out of my house! If you are still here in 5 minutes, I'll kill you." I held the pistol in clear view. I than turned to my wife and said, "You get dressed and let him out of the garage. I parked right behind him, just about to pull into my place in the garage before finding out you had given that place to someone else. If I went outside with him, I would probably kill him and I don't want to go to jail because of a whore like you. But if you're both still here in the next 5 minutes, I'll probably kill both of you." With that, I turned and walked into the family room. Julie had said nothing while I addressed the man: just looked at him with a small smile on her face. I had never struck Julie or any other woman in my life, but if I didn't get out of her sight, I was not sure what I would do. I did not look back as I heard Julie and the man yelling at each other. He apparently took me at my word since he was out of the house within two minutes. I never did get a good look at his face, but I had recognized him and knew who he was. Somehow or other he would pay for this, regardless of what happened next. Within the time I had given the guy, he pulled out of my garage and Julie came back into the house. She came into the kitchen and looked for me. I had left the family room and had gone into the baby's room looking for her. She wasn't in bed so I assumed that Julie had taken her to my mother's house so she could have the house to herself and her lover. "So, you have found me out. What are you going to do now?" Julie sat there with that cruel smile on her face and waited for me to say something. There was no remorse, no sadness and no words of apology. I wasn't even surprised. "There is nothing that you can say that will change what happened. I don't want to talk to you tonight. I'll stay with my parents and then tomorrow I am moving out. I don't know what I am going to do, but for your own safety, do not talk to me or try to touch me. "Why would I want to touch you? I haven't for some time and I don't care what you do or where you go." She rose and walked into the kitchen to get something to drink. "You know as well as I that this has not been a marriage for some time and you didn't do anything to try to change it. You knew I was cheating on you and accepted it. It was clear that you only cared about the brat and not me. What did you expect?" I looked at this woman that I had loved for most of my adult life. I had no idea what she was talking about and I was totally floored by what she had said. Rather than lash out at her, I stopped cold in my tracks and thought. Has she had a major breakdown? Did someone say something to her about a perceived wrong that I may have done? What did she mean that I knew anything about her cheating? I was at a loss. "Julie, I loved you as much as it is possible to love anyone. I loved you even more for giving me a gift like Rachael. The two of you were my life. I lived only to make a home for the three of us. There is nothing that I wouldn't do for you or for her. I would give my life for you." "You say the marriage has been over for some time. Only in your eyes. In my eyes we had a problem that I wanted to try to solve. You always turned away when I suggested it. I wanted to have you stay home with Rachael, but she was not enough for you. I was not enough for you, either. I did all I could for you and for her but it was apparently not enough. So you chose to go outside our marriage for what you couldn't find with us." "You say I knew about your cheating. That is simply not true. When you love someone as I love you, there is no way you can consider that the one you love is cheating on you. I never considered the possibility for myself and never suspected it of you. I know now that makes me a fool." "Well, congratulations. You get your wish. This marriage is over and I will file the papers tomorrow. I'll get Jerry Adams as my attorney. You get whomever you want and I will pay the costs. I will have Jerry divide everything evenly and you can have the house. I would suggest you sell it for the equity." "Finally, I am going for full custody of the 'brat' as you called her. It's clear that you would rather have the time to fuck your lover, and Rachael is in your way." I looked at this creature that I had once loved. She still had that arrogant smile on her face. I would never leave Rachael in her hands again! "Don't even try to fight that or I will name your fuck buddy in the suit against you and go for child support from you." I was still coldly furious and wanted to hurt her as much as I could. Julie just sat there listening to me. Her face had become blank as I spoke. At least the smirk was gone. It was as if she wasn't even in the room with me. I worried about her for a moment, but quickly remembered the scene I saw when I entered the bedroom. After waiting for a minute to see if she would have anything to say, I got up and went into the bedroom to pack what I needed for a few days. I finished in just a few minutes and returned to see that Julie had not moved. "I'll come by tomorrow after you go to work and get the rest of my clothes. There is nothing left for me here that you haven't dirtied, so you can keep or sell everything, including the house. I will pick Rachael up from mom and take her to my place once I find one." I wondered what else I could say without exploding. "Is there anything at all you want to say?" I asked finally. "Just go. I want to see you gone just as much as you want to get out of here. It's what you have wanted for some time anyway. And you can keep the brat. You love her far more than me and have since she was born." Julie still appeared to be cold and disinterested. "It is clear to me that you are a very sick woman. No sane mother would call her child a brat and look forward to being without her. You are driving away the two people in the world that would give their lives for you; that love you beyond reason and feel betrayed by your actions. I would suggest that you get help. In the meantime, you can enjoy what you have earned." With these words, Julie finally seemed to focus on me. But as I said this with tears in my eyes, it was difficult to see the look on her face. I turned away from her and our marriage and left.