0 comments/ 33355 views/ 4 favorites Stupid By: RobJL Probably bad, but... STUPID! How can I have been so stupid? It was understandable this morning, late, always late, running through the apartment trying to comb my hair, apply make-up and dress at the same time. Oh how I need this job, knowing that there was hardly any gas in the car and also knowing that if I stopped for some I would be late on my first day. For once Lady Luck was smiling on me, the car started and made it all the way to town without so much as a splutter. Even the hem of my skirt almost managed to hide the run that I had naturally made in my last good pair of hose during my frantic dash for the door. The day continued to improve, Mr. Soames appeared to be pleased with my work; the girls in the office were pleasant and helpful and by mid afternoon I had finally relaxed enough to eat. To cap it all as I was leaving Mr. Soames called me aside to tell me that he was impressed with my efforts and hoped that they would improve even more in time. "In time" means he wants me to stay, in my state of euphoria I blissfully drive past all the gas stations on the way out of town. STUPID! I never used to be like this, intelligent, organized; capable were words that applied to me until he left, I don't even think his name any more. Three years of my life gone in ruins, bringing me to this, the most desolate stretch of road in the county. Dusk upon me and at least a mile in either direction to the nearest house. I want to kick the poor car, knowing that it is me that needs the kick. "Do you want a ride or not?" Shocked out of my reverie I see for the first time the car that has pulled up next to me, a quizzical expression on the face of the driver. "Yes please I'm out of gas its my fault" the words tumble over themselves in their hurry to escape. "Well get in then". I half run around the car, then back again to grab my purse finally sliding into the soft leather interior breath panting from my lungs. The car silently glides away, a far cry from my old rattletrap. I turn my head slightly to view my savior, a tall figure, carefully trimmed dark hair, dark business suit over a white shirt, the head turning toward me. "You were really out of it, I called to you three times" she said, a laugh catching in her voice. "I am sorry that we are going in the wrong direction, but out here it doesn't really matter." I asked her if she would drop me at the nearest gas station and I would be able to get a ride back with a can. No way, she said I have had a long hard day and if you don't mind me saying I can see that you have too. We are going to get a drink and something to eat then worry about the car. Feeling silly and ashamed to been seen in public in such disarray I protested that it was too much trouble and that she should really just drop me off. Her only answer was to reach a long slim manicured hand across toward me, "Susan" she said. Taking her hand I managed a small "Robin" feeling a little relaxed by the touch of her cool skin and cheerful smile. "OK if you don't want to go out, we will go back to my place, there is everything in the world to drink there and we can relax. I want to hear about your day. I should have known I thought as we pulled into the parking lot of the newest block of condos in town. Riding up in the elevator to the top floor I surreptitiously looked at Susan in the full light of the car. Standing at least 5'10" slender and perfectly groomed I wondered how she could possibly have had a hard day. Catching my eye she smiled that infectious way again "Boy am I looking forward to this drink." Entering her Condo I was staggered by the lights of the town starting to twinkle far beneath us and moved to the large picture windows to gaze out. "What do you want to drink Robin" she called from the other side of the large room and I turned to see her standing by a large bar, which seemed to have appeared from no-where "Gin and tonic, please if you have one" Again that laugh, " I have everything I think; the major difficulty is finding it". She handed me a crystal tumbler ice cubes tinkling in it and tapped her glass against mine. "Cheers" We stood in silence for a few minutes, looking out of the windows at the brightening town sipping our drinks. Suddenly she said If you are not in too much of a hurry, why don't I call out for some food and we can relax, I want to hear about your day. I don't want any silly protest; I hate to eat alone anyway. With that she turned to the phone dialing and speaking briefly before turning back to me. I am going to take a shower, spare room is over there and you will find robes in the closet. With that she walked over to a door on the other side of the room and slipped through it. Feeling suddenly alone I stood for a few moments unsure whether to run away or not but good manners prevailed, I did not wish to hurt or upset my savior. Carrying my drink to the other bedroom I opened the closet to see several robes all silk and all short. Deciding to put off the decision I walked to the bathroom door and entered the most magnificent bathroom I had ever seen mirrored walls, gold fixtures, quite breathtaking. Turning the shower on I stripped, throwing my clothes onto the vanity and pausing to look at my reflection in the mirrors. Not too bad, although I could afford to lose a pound or four, breasts still firm my nipples stiffening a little in the cool air and maybe even because it seemed a strangely erotic watching my entire figure displayed in the walls. Casting such thoughts aside I stepped into the shower and let the cool water flow over me washing away the tension. Taking the soap I slowly started to work up a lather, again the erotic feeling as I worked down from my breasts to my belly, my soapy hands sliding between my legs tingling as they washed my lower regions the water playing on my breasts stiffening my nipples still further. Stop it you fool, I jerked myself out of the trance and hurriedly finished washing, climbing out of the shower and grabbing a big fluffy towel. Drying myself I walked back into the bedroom to study the robes. They were so short, I grabbed one trying it on and wondering if maybe I could also find a pair of panties, but unwilling to pry in the drawers. Giggling I realized that they could not be Donna's robes as they would not even cover her bum. Now what made me think that? A little flustered again I picked up my drink and wandered into the living room. It was fully dark now; low illumination in the room made the town outside glow even brighter; again I took up a position by the window gazing at the lights below. Suddenly I felt hands on my shoulders startling me again and Donna's voice above and behind me, "Feel better Robin?" Her hands gently massaging my shoulders she asked me to tell her why I seemed so lost. The whole story came tumbling out, the three years of bliss then nothing, coming home to find everything gone, his clothes his pictures his silly toys, everything gone and never a word since. Her hands continued to rub my shoulders and neck as I unburdened myself to this complete stranger. The doorbell rang and she turned from me to answer it, I watched her reflection in the window tall and slender dressed in a full length white robe. Again I felt strange, maybe there had been long robes in my room and I missed them dressing instead in this one. She reappeared in my view carrying a sack, food I guessed, dropping it on the coffee table she continued on to stand behind me again her fingers resuming their gentle massage of my shoulders. Her hands dropped to the front of my shoulders and down sliding over the tips of my nipples and then back to my neck. I shuddered, feeling my nipples stiffening again in spite of me willing them not to. Had I imagined it or had she really touched me there? The question answered itself as again her hands slid down this time lightly cupping my breasts before moving further down toward my belly. There was a gentle tug and I realized that she had loosened the belt of my robe. Oh God what was happening, for the first time in my life another woman was touching me sexually, as her hands slid back to my breasts, this time against bare skin; the breath escaped from my lungs and I felt a gush of wetness inside me. I WANTED HER TO! The shock of that thought making me tremble all over. She was rolling my nipples between her finger and thumb when suddenly she pinched them, not too hard but not too gently either, looking down I saw them bursting out harder and bigger than I had ever seen before. Again I felt the flush of wetness between my legs and again stifled a scream. She raised one hand to my cheek and turning my head lowered her lips to mine, softly against me her tongue gently licking my lips and probing into me, unbidden mine came forward to meet her, the tips of our tongues dancing together. Suddenly she let me go and stepped back, I thought I would fall to the floor but her hands reached again to my shoulders steadying me and at the same time slipping the robe away from them and onto the floor. Slightly to one side of me I could again see her reflection, the intent expression as she let one hand trail down my back, further and further until she reached the cleft of my ass, then still further between my thighs. I heard her gasp as she felt my extreme wetness, the angle of her fingers changing as she drove them deep inside me. This time I could not stifle the scream and it burst out as she reached into my innermost area. Twice she slid in and out of me then her hand disappeared. Oh no please don't stop! I silently willed her, and then looking at her reflection watched her bring those same fingers to her mouth licking them, tasting me. She slid her fingers from her mouth and took me by the hand leading me past the long forgotten food to her bedroom. Lay down and close your eyes she commanded me, pushing me gently to the bed. I lay my eyes tightly closed yet feeling her gaze upon me. "You are so beautiful Robin" I could not believe it this perfect woman was calling me beautiful. "Spread your legs a little wider, I want to see you all" she commanded again. Feeling like a wanton slut I spread my legs and raised my knees from the bed opening my self to her, wanting her to see me open for her. Weight shifted on the bed and suddenly there was hot breath between my thighs; her mouth came hard against me, Her tongue licking at me finding my clit, pressing against it then off again. Slippery between my lips, penetrating me, arms holding my legs further and further apart my hot soaked pussy open for her search. Again the weight shifted, the tongue moving away, I almost cried out in anguish, then I felt her fingers upon me again playing in my wetness, shamelessly I raised my hips to give her better access being rewarded by a long slender finger penetrating deep inside me. Writhing on the bed I hear myself scream "More, Please!" Being rewarded my pussy stretched wide by her efforts, pumping in and out of me, I hear her moaning "come for me Baby, Please come". My hands fly to my tits pulling and pinching my nipples as she had done and feel the orgasm building fast in me. As it burst from me I opened my eyes to see Susan kneeling between my legs her left hand pumping against me her right doing the same to herself, so wild and out of control. Breasts bouncing and covered in a film of perspiration from her exertions. The sight of her bringing me over the top, my cunt filled with my coming, soaking her hand, as she frantically worked on herself, screaming as she climaxed with me. Again she removed her fingers from me now dripping with my fluids and raised them to her mouth licking and sucking each one. I had to! Sitting up, I reached down between her legs touching for the first time another woman's pussy, marveling at the soft wetness, reaching inside her until my fingers were as wet as hers then raising them to my mouth. Oh so good. Susan pushing me back on the bed, laying on me, kissing me, our come mingling in our mouths. "I am lonely too,"she said. "Will you stay?" "Yes" I Whispered. Stupid To the reader: I've always known that lies are never good, even when done for the right reason. This little story shows what can happen when the truth is hidden by fabrications and lies. Thanks to jo for editing. There is no sex in this story. This is fiction so, well, you know the routine. Enjoy. ******** "I've done a lot of stupid things in my life but this takes the cake!" I remember that thought flashing through my mind that as I ran head long down the alley. Then I don't remember much else. Well, actually I do remember parts of it but most are not good. I remember seeing the trash can lid coming at my face. I remember seeing some guy standing over with a knife in his hand. I remember seeing Cheryl's body on the ground next to me. I remember blood, lots and lots of blood. I remember an ambulance attendant looking into my eyes. Then I don't remember anything else. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Why I wasn't killed is beyond me. I've always been somewhat lucky, maybe that? I'm not very strong or young anymore, so I can't believe that had anything to do with it. Smart? Nah! So why am I lying in this hospital bed instead of the morgue? Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Wait a minute... Cheryl's body on the ground next to me... Cheryl? What about Cheryl? Where is she? Is she okay? I fumbled around on the bed trying to find the nurse call button but it's almost impossible to press any button with both hands wrapped in bandages. Maybe I can yell for help. "Hello..." Nope that's not going to work either. I could barely hear me let alone someone down the hall. Got to try to find that stupid button. "Ah Mr. Hoover, you're awake." The nurse walked in as I was twisting to use my elbow to press the call button. "How do you feel?" Why do they always ask such stupid questions? I feel like I've been run through a meat grinder that how I feel. "Would you like to sit up a bit, maybe some ice water?" I know why she sounds so damned cheerful and it's because she's not the one in this bed. She presses the button to raise my head up and the pain shoots through my body again. "Nuf, stop, no, ow, OW..." "Oops, sorry," she said stopping. "Did that hurt?" Jesus H. Christ, do they teach them in nursing school to find the stupidest question possible in a situation and ask it? I couldn't do anything but mumble incoherently. "Duh!" She held a plastic cup with a bent straw toward my face. "Here, take a sip." I did but it was a major chore with two fat, clown-like lips. "Would you like the TV on? How about something to read? What can I get you?" Her plastic smile didn't do anything to brighten my mood. "Cheryl," I said as loud and about as forcefully as a whimpering puppy. "Ms. Scanlon? The woman they brought in here with you? I think she's still in ICU but I'll check and let you know. Now is there anything else I can do for you." She put the cup of water on the tray in front of me, out of reach of my two useless hands of course, and left. She did have a nice looking backside though. Now how do I get to that straw? After a couple minutes of trying to use my mind to will the cup forward enough to get a sip, I heard a familiar voice at the door. "Damn, I've seen some ugly bastards in my day but you might just be the ugliest." The old gruff voice put a smile on my swollen lips and a pain in my neck as I turned to look at him. "Fuck you!" I muttered. "Fuck you back, Jack." I looked across the room and saw my old friend leaning against the door jamb with his arms crossed and his usual shit-eating grin. Ron and I have known each other for almost 30 years. We went to school together, were in the Army together, I was his best man and he was mine, and we built and sold a company that made each of us rich enough that we don't need to work anymore if we don't want to. To look at us we were completely different men. He's a short, good looking, African American man with more muscles per square inch than was believed possible. Me, I'm a white-haired, old curmudgeon that looks like the old guy on the park bench feeding the pigeons. We're both pushing 60. Ron doesn't look a day over 40 and I look like I get the senior discount at bingo. "What have you gotten yourself into this time?" Ron asked smugly. "Uh, from what little I can remember, I think I was trying to relive our glory days, trying to be a hero again. Doesn't look too good does it?" He walked over to the bed and lifted the sheet covering my body. "Well, you've still got your balls so I'd say you did about normal. The rest of it will heal, it always has before. I heard you took on four at a time in that alley. What were you thinking Jack? You're too old to be playing with the kiddies anymore. Three at a time maybe, but four is too much for you now. Find a good retirement home and start watching the blue-haired old ladies. That's more your speed." "Again Ron, Fuck You!" "Tough words for a man with both hands in casts and lips bigger than mine, and from what I hear enough stitches to make a quilt." "Look Ron, can you do me a favor? Can you go find out about Cheryl? I just woke up a little while ago and they haven't been able to tell me shit about her. They said she was in ICU. Just go do what you do best and find out..." "Way ahead of you buddy. She's fine. She's out of ICU and they transferred her to a room this morning. She looks better than you right now. But there was a stab wound that nicked her aorta and it was touch and go there for a while. I know the surgeon and he's a good man. He put her back together and she'll be fine in a few days. Maybe in a couple weeks she can push you around the park in your wheelchair." Ah man that was a relief to hear. I relaxed back on the pillow and exhaled the tense breath I've been holding ever since I woke up. I've been in situations like this before but Cheryl doesn't know about such things, about how cruel the world really is. She's innocent and didn't deserve what she went through. "Uh, Jack. Have you seen the news or read the newspaper this morning?" Ron asked quietly. "No why?" "Well I think you got your wish. According to the media you're a goddamned hero. They're calling you the 'Silver-haired Savior.' Lotta' bullshit if you ask me." "Oh shit Ron. What did I do this time? I don't remember too much, probably another concussion." "Well, according to channel 7 this morning, the police received a 911 call last night around 10 o'clock for an assault in the alley next to The Ruptured Duck and when they got there they found your body draped over Cheryl's and parts of four other men scattered all over the place. Three were dead Jack and the fourth isn't going to be walking anytime soon. You left your signature on one of them. A cop I know that saw the mess said that one of the bad guys had a knife sticking out of the top of his head. You always did that when somebody pissed you off. They said that if you hadn't been there then Cheryl wouldn't have made it. You did good Jack." I turned away from Ron and did what I always did after something like this: I said a little prayer for the fallen. This time the dead were bad guys but that didn't matter. I did what I had to do, what I've been trained to do, and there are three less men in the world today. Good, bad, it doesn't matter. Dead is still dead and they deserve a little prayer for their immortal souls. When I turned back a minute later Ron was closely watching me. "Good for you. That's the Jack I've always known." We were silent for a time, just two old friends who didn't need to say anything to communicate. Ron adjusted the curtain to let a little more light in and then turned to me. "What were you doing there that time of night?" He asked with a hint of worry in his voice. I tried to sit up a bit more but the pain in my abdomen returned. "I went there to talk to Cheryl. I knew she closed The Duck at 9:30 and then walked the daily receipts to the bank down the street so I was waiting across the street when she closed up. I saw three men grab her as he walked past the alley and drag her into the dark. I called 911 as I ran across the street and down the alley. One guy was already pulling all the cash out of the bank bag and the other three were on top of her hitting her and pulling at her clothes. They shoved something in her mouth so she couldn't scream. The next thing I knew it was all arms and legs and assholes. From there on you probably know more than I do." "No, I mean why were you there in the first place?" I hesitated, waiting for the right words to form in my head. I looked down at my bandaged hands and then up to Ron. "I still love her Ron. I wanted to tell her how sorry I was and maybe explain things better this time. Maybe for once in my life tell her the truth." "Man you know you can't tell anyone about the things we did, not even Cheryl. You signed that Intelligence Community Agreement for one thing. If any of the shit we did ever gets out it could compromise relations with a few countries and put some of our boys in jeopardy when they have to go back there. No man, don't even think about it." "Goddamnit Ron, if you have a better suggestion I'd love to hear it. She's no security risk and you know it. And besides, if the Feds want to throw my tired old ass in jail, then there going to have one hell of a fight on their hands. What would the public think of their Silver-haired Savior going to jail? It's all bullshit anyway. I'm just going to tell her why I wasn't there for her all those times and let the chips fall as they may. I just hope she'll listen." "Well man, you always were the charge ahead and kill the mother-fucker type anyway. If you need any backup with her just let me know, I'll be there to vouch for you and maybe take your tired ass to the hospital when she finishes with you. I do have a couple photos I'm not supposed to have from that time we were in Columbia. Maybe she'll believe that." We both became silent remembering our operations over the years: Thinking about our friends that never made it home and the 'bad guys' that didn't either. It all seemed like such a long time ago. It all seemed so important. It all destroyed my marriage. That I was going to fix, well, at least I was going to before four assholes decided to steal the daily receipts of Cheryl's restaurant. I told her to not walk to the bank night deposit box by herself, but did she listen? She didn't listen to me either when I made up stories about what I did on those extended periods away from home. She knew I was lying. But she got it all wrong when she accused me of having someone on the side. In all the years and in all the countries I was never once with another woman. I knew that the only woman I ever loved was at home waiting for me and I didn't want to screw that up. Instead I screwed it up by not telling her the truth. I didn't because I couldn't. But none of that matters now. All that matters is that I get her back and we grow old together. I've missed her these last months. I still love her more than anything. "I'm going now," Ron said. "I'll be back in a couple days to rescue the nurses from your nasty ass. In the mean time, just take it easy and don't do anything foolish." "Thanks man, with friends like you who needs the al-Qaeda." ******** I've been cooped up in this hospital room for too long now, three days. It's time for a little walk-about. I knew what room Cheryl was in and didn't think I'd be missed so I took my IV pole with me and after looking left and then right down the hall, scooted around the corner to the elevator. Maybe I should have left a note saying I went for a walk and would be back in a little while. Naw, let them send the bloodhounds. I got off on the 5th floor and tried to look like I belonged there. Yeah right, an old man wearing a bathrobe and slippers, dragging an IV pole behind him looks as inconspicuous as hell. But when I got to room 537 I froze. I didn't know what to do. It wasn't in the field training manual and I didn't have an intelligence report to say what to expect inside so I was at a quandary how to proceed. I just stood there hoping my ass wasn't showing. "Come on in Jack," Cheryl said from the other side of the room divider. How in the hell did she know I was there. "Jack, I can see your reflection in the bathroom mirror, so come on in." She's a smarter woman than I ever gave her credit for. I walked past the unoccupied bed nearest the door and over to her bed next to the window. For someone who had been near death she looked heavenly to me. But then I'm prejudiced. "Hi Cheryl, how are you doing?" I stopped beside the bed and looked at her feeling my heart skip a beat. Lying in the bed with her own IV drip was the woman I've been married to for 30 years. She is as beautiful now as the day I met her. Sure her hair is white now instead of the auburn of long ago, and there are more 'character lines' in her face then before, but every pore, every cell, every square centimeter of her is as wonderful as it was the day we said "I do." "I hear I've got you to thank for saving my life," she said as she reached out and took my hand in hers. "The police told me what happened and even a reporter from the channel 7 news was in here to interview me, but when they told me who the Silver-haired Savior was I couldn't believe it. Jack, what in heaven's name possessed you to do something stupid like that? You could have been killed. And how could you do that to those men. They said there were three dead and you did it. What's going on Jack? Who are you, Rambo?" "Babe, I'm not Rambo, I'm Jack Hoover, the man who you married and who loves you more than anything in the world. I did what they said on the news and I'm sorry that it had to go that far, but they wouldn't listen and were going to do things to you that I couldn't allow. I had to put a stop to it before you got hurt. What happened was their fault; I was just the instrument of their destruction. I would have done anything to save you. I don't care if it were five or ten men; they were not going to rape you, they were not going to hurt you in any way while I was there." "Well how do you explain this little hole in my chest?" I laughed at the completely ludicrous vision from that night. "That was you trying to be the hero. One of the men had a knife and was swinging it back and forth trying to cut my head off when you stepped in front of him yelling 'Get your fucking hands off of my husband.' That's when he lunged forward and you jumped back in front of me. Babe, you took the blade that was meant for me. You saved MY life. When you went down he stood there staring at me knowing he was going to be dead in just a few seconds. He was. I took the knife from him and shoved it right into his skull. The surprised expression on his face was one I've seen a lot of times before. Everybody see's me as a white-haired little old grandfather and that plays to my advantage. I'm not what I look like, I never have been. I'm sorry I never told you. If I did I could go to prison. I lied to you and deceived you for the entire time we've known each other and for that I'll forever be ashamed. Babe, I'm so, so sorry I lied. I'll tell you everything, every detail, every fact about every lie I ever told you. I won't hold anything back. I want you to know that there has never been another woman in my life but you and I want you back. I want to come home and be your husband again. Please forgive me and love me again." She opened her mouth to say something but was rudely interrupted by a voice on the other side of the room divider. "Before you say anything else Jack I think we need to talk." The divider moved and out stepped a tall man wearing a dark suit. Crap, the Feds I thought. "What do you want, Elmo?" "I just want you to reconsider what you just said," he said with not a hint of a smile. "Sorry, but I was listening in the whole time." "Jack, who is this?" Cheryl said pointing to the man on the other side of her bed. "This is Elmo Cray. He's my handler and contact with the Agency." "Agency, what agency?" she said with a completely bewildered look on her beautiful face. "That doesn't matter at the moment Ms. Scanlon, or should I say Mrs. Hoover? Right now Jack has to reconsider telling you about the work he's done for us. If he does then there could be repercussions. Think about it Jack." "Elmo, I haven't done anything for you guy in five years and frankly don't give a flying shit what you say about repercussions. I'm going to do whatever I can to get my wife back and if that means telling her about a few of your little state secrets then so be it. Arrest me afterwards. I'll be happy rotting away in some prison cell knowing that my wife knows the truth. I lied to her for too many years Elmo, now it's time for the truth." He just stood there with a sad, befuddled look on his face. He knew me better than just about any other man in the world except for Ron. It took a minute of silence for him to make up his mind. I knew that look. When he made up his mind on something there was no way of changing it. Whatever was going to happen was going to happen. "Okay Jack. I can see that you've made up your mind. But before you go ahead and break the law I think we need to do this." He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out an envelope, took out the papers inside and handed them to Cheryl. "What's this?" she asked looking at the papers with fear in her eyes. "This isn't..." "No ma'am," Elmo said chuckling. "You're not being served. This is a confidentially agreement stating in essence that whatever your husband says you will never repeat to anyone without the Agency's permission. You will be bound by the same confidentially that Jack is so cavalier in throwing away. But, if he's so determined to get you back by breaking the law then the least I can do is help him stay out of prison. Just sign and date at the bottom of the last page. Once it's notarized then we'll be all set." She took the papers and read. After a few seconds her eyes got wide and her mouth dropped. She looked up at me with tons of questions behind her expression. "Yeah, I signed one of those years ago," I said looking into her eyes. "That one piece of paper is the reason I couldn't tell you what I did, the reason I made up all those stupid lies." "But Jack, this says CIA. Surely your not..." "Yes ma'am he is," Elmo interrupted with his usual all business expression. "Jack and Ron and their company have been doing little odd jobs for us for over 20 years. Things you may have read about in the newspaper or seen on TV where they said 'unidentified American operatives' or some such thing. That was usually Jack and Ron. Here's a pen." "Jack?" she said turning to me with that expression that I was in more trouble than I could imagine. It's great to see her face light up like that again, especially at me. "Sorry babe. Just go ahead and sign the paper and then we can get on with our lives. Maybe, just maybe, Elmo and friends will get out of our hair long enough that we can take that trip to Fiji you always wanted. I've been there once. It's beautiful this time of year." "No Jack, I didn't mean that. I mean, where are we going to get a notary?" "Ahem, Judy?" Elmo said to the ceiling. A very tall, extremely beautiful blond dressed in a nurse's uniform stepped around the partition holding a notary seal. "Hi Judy," I said. "How are the kids?" She smiled her heavenly smile and said with a very strong Aussie accent, "Good Jack. Deb started first grade this year and Kev is walking now. I'll tell Charles you said hello." Cheryl was starting to look like a deer in headlights. "Jack?" "Oh yeah, Cheryl this is Judy McDougal, Judy my wife Cheryl. Judy does all the work too complicated for Elmo here. Without her the world would be nothing but chaos." Stupid "Hello Ms. Hoover. It's nice to finally meet you in person. I already know a lot about..." "Uh, Judy, just notarize her signature," Elmo said cutting her off before she said too much. "Jack?" Cheryl said looking for me to tell her what to do. "Uh, just sign here on the last page. It's all pretty boring stuff really. Bla, bla, bla, secrets of the United States of America, bla, bla, bla, prison for up to 20 years, bla, bla, bla, never reveal what you know, and so on. Pretty standard stuff." She signed without ever looking down at the paper. Elmo took it and handed it to Judy who stamped and signed it, finally handing it back to Elmo. "Well it was nice meeting you," Judy said turning to leave. "Maybe we'll see each other again soon. Maybe at the Christmas party. Ta Ta." Cheryl watched her go and then gave Elmo and me the craziest look possible. "Christmas party? Are you serious?" "Oh yeah," I said trying not to sound cavalier about it. "They put on one epic Christmas party. Rent out the entire Greenbrier Hotel for a weekend, top band, all the food and drink you could want..." "Ahem!" Elmo said with his hand over his mouth. "Oh, yeah, or so I've been told. I've never actually..." "I got the point Jack," Cheryl said looking up from the bed with one eyebrow crooked up. "You WILL tell me all about it, later." "Okay then," Elmo said with the first smile of the day. "I can see things are getting back to normal so I'll just take my leave." "NO!" Cheryl shouted making him stop dead in his tracks. "Before you go you're going to answer a couple questions and if you don't then there is not going to be any reconciliation with Jack and me. " "I'll try to answer as best I can," Elmo said with another smile. "You seem to know all about Jack and me and our split. Is that correct?" "Yes." "And you know everything that Jack's done in the last 20 years?" "Yes." "So answer this one last question and then you can go back to saving the world. Did my husband ever cheat on me? Was he ever with another woman? Did he tell me the truth about that?" "Well... Actually ma'am that's three questions." "Just answer me!" She gave him a look that would make any grown man shiver. "Ms. Hoover, Cheryl, I can answer your question with all honesty and say that in all the year's I've known Jack he has never, and I mean NEVER, done anything with another woman, or man for that matter, that you would consider cheating. He's been true to you and you alone. He's got a reputation as quite a Boy Scout around the office. He's even refused assignments because they might involve something, well let's just say, of an intimate nature." Cheryl looked up at him trying to judge the man from the Agency. "I believe you," She said after a minute staring him in the eye. "But if I ever find that you lied to me then you and I will have a little talk, and you won't like it. Got my drift?" "Absolutely," Elmo said without a glimmer of a smile. "I'll take my leave now." He turned and left. Cheryl and I just sat quietly holding hands, enjoying the silence. "You are such a stupid ass!" she said almost under her breath. "You jeopardize our marriage because of some confidentially agreement?" "Well, actually, it wasn't the paper. It was because I was afraid that if you saw the real me then you'd be scared and run away. I couldn't risk losing you if you found out the things I did, and I did some pretty awful stuff." "Jack, I love you. I always have. I know what kind of a man you are around me and I love him, not some Rambo character you become for your job. Have a little faith in me. Let's just get out of here and back home where we belong and then you can tell me all about things. Maybe we can schedule a couple weeks on a cruise or fly to Fiji for a second honeymoon. How does that sound?" "It sounds wonderful to me. How does that sound to you Elmo?" She looked around the room and then back at me. "He's gone Jack." "Wait for it..." I said. The phone rang and I answered it. Smiling, I hung up and said, "Elmo said it was okay with him. And Judy said to tell you that you are one lucky woman." Again she looked like a deer in headlights. Stupid Carpenters' Wise Job We started our daily life coming back from Varanasi. We were supposed to repair our old furniture in our duplex at Salt Lake, Kolkata. It happened one morning when dad hired two carpenters to repair some household furniture. Dad went to office on that day as per his busy schedule. I was about to leave for my college. Dad advised mom to take leave that day to inspect the job of the carpenters. Mom agreed to that. Let me describe my mom, Vijaya. She is 5 ft 4 inch high, very curvy, her measurement is 36-32-36 as per her bra, and panty. Among two of the carpenters, one was around 35 years old, the other one was around 55 years. Both of them, I found, bit stupid in nature who were always debating regarding even many petty issues. In the drawing room, they were doing some measurement of our old sofa, to be repaired. I found some quarreling was going on between them quite loudly. I got disturbed and peeked from my room. I noticed mom staring out the kitchen door with her mouth hanging open, her eyes bulging. Out in the hallway, two of the carpenters were standing naked below their waist, arguing over which one of them had the bigger cock. Mom could not take her eyes off them, and I couldn't blame her; even hanging limp, it was obvious that both the guys had huge cocks. I waited a minute, but when they didn't go back, I yelled, "Guys please, there's a lady present in this house." They stopped horsing around but make no effort to cover themselves. Instead, when they saw Mom's expression, they just stood there letting her have a good, long look. It had such an effect on her, I wondered if she could be tempted to experiment with someone who was really hung. A little after nine o'clock, I was about to leave for my college. I opened main gate when I heard voices. Not wanting to disturb my mom, if whatever she was doing was important, I crept forward and peeked around the corner. As soon as I saw the carpenters, I knew what they were up to. The two men had come to mom on the pretext of drinking water. While she was taking out water from the water filter in the kitchen, the elder one said, "We're sorry what happened earlier. Did we embarrass you?" Mom gave them a sheepish smile and replied, "A little." Younger one then asked. "Since you had the opportunity to check us out, which one of us do you think has the bigger cock?" I was shocked by my conservative mom's boldness; without looking up from the water filter, she meekly answered, "Before I can make a definite statement. I'd have to see them again, up close and hard." In an instant, the two men were out of their clothes and around the dining table, with both their dicks being stroked to erection by my sexy mom. They were so similar, it took mom a while to choose, but when she picked the junior's; he yelled, "Yes, and to the victor go the spoils. I get to go first." He quickly spun mom around, bent her over the dining table, pulled her sari and it got detached from her body. He then lifted her petticoat above waist, at that time she was without her panty. The guy moved in to fuck her from behind. Right then I nearly panicked. Even though I had encouraged this, and even though I was standing there watching it happen, I suddenly wasn't sure if I wanted another man screwing my mom other than my dad. Well, it was too late. Mom had a look of pure ecstasy on her face as junior carpenter pushed thick, ten-inch pleasure stick inside her, stretching and filling her vagina than she was accustomed to, he had to go slow. But he eventually got it all the way in. My dick was already getting hard. It must have felt wonderful, because mom climaxed after just a few full strokes. She bit her lower lip and pumped her ass backward to make sure she was getting everything he could offer. Feeling mom's pussy contracting must have been too much for him because, unfortunately, he quickly blew his load. Mom's disappointment (and junior's embarrassment) caused him to leave without saying another word through the back door of our house. As if he lost a battle. I rubbed my cock wildly without opening the zipper, and within seconds I started to come in my trouser! Meanwhile, the elder one went to mom and repositioned her so that she was lying long ways atop the table, on her back. I watched with fascination as my mom spread her legs and guided the second stranger's erection to her love-hole. With one slow but steady push, he sank his big shaft all the way inside, once again filling mom's cunt to the brim. Then, as he began pumping into her, she sighed with joy, wrapped her legs around his hips, and humped her pelvis to meet his every thrust. He had held her the edge of the table, to prevent her from sliding. This freed his hands to unbutton her blouse and open the front hook of the 36C bra. He then squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples while he pumped in and out of her love-nest. My mom's naked body was being rocked by the violence of his strokes, the flesh of her thighs jiggling firmly in rhythm. There were every possibility of the legs of the table get damaged by his violent thrusts. He turned out to be a much better lover than earlier one, giving mom three good orgasms before he climaxed. Then, as his cock exploded inside her, she had one more super strong orgasm. They were really slamming into each other, all squishy and hot. When they were finished, they went to the bathroom. Mom stopped at the door, "I have to use the toilet." What she wanted was for elder one to wait while she went, because she's very shy about anyone seeing her going. When mom returned, she licked his cock and balls, and when he started getting hard again, she took his cock into her mouth and sucked him back to full erection. She was loving slurping away on his big, fat boner, giving him the blowjob, he deserved. I think she would have continued until he came down her throat, but a phone call interrupted them. While mom sat on the chair talking on the phone, he crawled under the table and buried his face between her thighs. It was kind of funny watching my mom trying to carry on the conversation while her new friend was licking her slit and nibbling her clit. By the time the call ended, mom's legs were spread wide open, hanging over the chair's armrests, and her free hand was pushing on the back of his head. Shortly after she hung up, she began jerking and letting out a series of short, raspy sighs as he brought her to another tremendous climax. After her orgasm subsided, mom sat him down and I was so busy pulling my cock that I didn't realize that my mom mounted him right there behind the table. Unfortunately, their location greatly limited my view. I could see mom from the chest up, as she rocked back and forth, humping his big dick. Her huge-tits started to bounce like tennis balls; blue veins running here and there just under the milky skin, the big brown nipples already erect and puckered. And I saw her placing his hands on her bouncing breasts, but the real action, down below, eluded me. I pumped a thick load of come in my handkerchief, incredibly satisfied by the scene I'd just witnessed. Then, when he stood up and laid my mom back on the floor, I had to be content with the sounds of my mom's moans and that unique sloshing noise that only a well-fucked pussy makes. I think he gave mom's four more strong orgasms, as once again he proved to be a very apt lover. He lasted a good twenty minutes before shooting his second load deep inside her. After that, mom looked really cute when she took hold of his spent cock and led him back to the bathroom, where this time she insisted that they bathe each other. Two of them then jumped into the shower together where, incredibly, he got another erection and fucked mom again, filling her full of his seed for the last time. I stood and watched until they both stopped writhing, then took off quietly. After that day, I found, mom was very sympathetic about those carpenters to give them more job. Obviously dad didn't know, but I knew the reason behind it. One day, at dinner time, she was pressing dad very hard to repair our old wardrobe by them; dad agreed to that. I am looking forward for more action to come, but that will be a different story.