20 comments/ 61946 views/ 3 favorites Be Careful Who You Marry By: crisscross2037 I would like to thank dth7018 for doing a great job of editing this story and for his input on helping making it a better story thank you lots Don. Hello; my name is Helen Croft. This is my story: I had never even thought about ever writing a story about my life and the roads it has taken over the years. I never thought anyone would ever care to read about it, until I started reading erotic stories online. I started thinking, "Why not, it can't be any stranger than some I have read." What finally pushed me over the line to write my story was when I thought maybe it would help someone who was going through the same thing I had been through. I'm 35 years old, 5' 7", 130 lbs, 36-26-38, with straight, shoulder-length blonde hair and light blue eyes. My husband, Corey, is 39, 5' 9", 180 lbs, brown eyes and sandy-colored hair. I met and married Corey right after he got out of college. I had just started, and soon after we married, I dropped out. He said he wanted me home raising our babies that we were going to have. He said that as soon as his career took off, we would be moving around until he had gotten enough rank in the company that we could settle down. Then, if I still wanted to go back to college, I could; that is, if our kids were all in school. He kept telling me this every time I mentioned going back to college, and we hadn't even had any kids yet. So that gave me a little something to look forward to, further down the road; way down the road. Well, Corey was right; it wasn't long until we had to move. The company was transferring him to Southern California. We packed everything up and moved to California, away from all of our friends and family. We rented an apartment and soon settled in. Shortly after, we learned I was pregnant with our first baby. Corey was ecstatic when I told him that night after work. He asked me what we were going to have. I laughed, saying it's too soon to tell, but as soon as I found out he would be the second one to know. Without thinking, he said, "Who's going to be first?" I said, "Me, dummy!" We both had a good laugh. He took me onto his lap where we hugged and kissed until he said he was hungry. We broke for dinner, and that night we made beautiful love. It was the third month, when I found out for positive that we were going to have a baby girl in our family. That night, I fixed a special dinner for Corey. He knew I was going to the doctor that day and would find out for sure what we were having. As soon as he came in he took me in his arms and said, "Well?" I looked at him and said, "Well what?". "What do you mean what? You know very well what I want to know." Laughing, I said, "You're going to be the proud father of a baby girl." I watched as the smile all but left his lips, then picked back up. "Wow, that's great honey!", then his arms left me and he headed for the kitchen to get a beer asking, "What's for dinner?" I somehow felt he wasn't all that happy about finding out we were having a girl. That night there was no beautiful loving like the night I told him I was pregnant. In fact, as time went on and I became more pregnant, Corey wouldn't even touch me. Then it started getting later and later before he would get home after work, and I could tell he had been drinking, One night, when I asked him about it, he said, "Don't you worry your fat ass about it. It's no big deal." He said had stopped with some people from work, "That's all." He just needed some time for himself. I said, "What about me Corey, don't you think I need time out once in a while? I'm pregnant, not dead you know. You haven't touched me in over five months; don't you think I still need you? I need you as much as I ever did, and I have you to thank for my ass being fat." Crying, I ran into the bedroom, slamming the door behind me. I couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. Before I got pregnant, all he talked about was having kids. Now he won't even talk to me, let alone make love to me. Things were pretty cool, and not in a good way, around our house for a while after that night. About three weeks later, he came in after being out drinking with his friends and took me in his arms and said he was sorry for the way he had been acting and for what he had said about me being fat. That night we made love for the first time in six months. Afterwards, as we lay there, he said, "Damn honey, you sure felt loose tonight. I sure hope you don't stay that way after the kid is born." I couldn't believe he had said that to me. He had never talked to me like that. Our baby was now referred to as the kid, and I had apparently grown to loose to satisfy him. I got up and spent the night on the sofa. He never even asked why I had slept there. That had to have been the most miserable night in my life. A sofa is not a good place to sleep when you're over eight months along. A couple of days later, I was getting our dirty clothes out of the hamper to wash, and was going through the pockets of the pants Corey had worn the night he came home and we had made love. I found a slip of paper with a phone number on it. I don't have any idea what made me smell it, but when I did, I could smell the very faint smell of perfume. I sat down and started crying. Why? Why? Had he stopped loving me just because I was going to have a baby? I was so heart broken, I couldn't finish washing clothes that day. I didn't sleep on the sofa that night, but I slept as far away from Corey as I could get in our bed. As I started washing clothes the next day, I was thinking about the slip of paper I had found, "Was it a woman's phone number? How would I be able to find out?" I finally decided that maybe the best way was to call the number; but what if a woman answered? I could ask if Corey was there, and if she said no, I could say I was sorry, I must have gotten the wrong number. Five minutes later I was dialing the number. I started shaking as I heard it ring. "Hello" "Oh hello," I said, "is Corey there?" "Ah, no, who is this?" "I'm sorry, I must have gotten the wrong number, bye.", and hung up. I now knew it was a woman's number. That must be the reason our sex life went from four times a week to once in six months. I was too fat and ugly with his baby for him to even hold me and tell me he loved me. My eyes were red and swollen from crying by the time I finished washing clothes. I thought, "I'd be damned if I'll hang them up for him, he has a woman who isn't pregnant, have her do it." I fixed dinner and ate before Corey got home. He was later getting home than most nights, so I figured he and his slut must have gotten together. I fixed a plate for him and left it on the table and put the rest away in the fridge. When Corey got home, I could tell he had been drinking more than usual, and when he saw the plate with his dinner sitting on the table cold, he became really angry. Grabbing it up off the table he said, "God damn it, Helen, what the hell is this? Do you really expect me to eat this crap after working all day for Christ sake?", and threw it at the garbage, missing it completely. I jumped up from the sofa screaming and crying, "If you got home at a decent time, you wouldn't have a cold dinner; you could have dinner with me like we used to do." "Well Helen, if you think I'm going to get off work and run right home to have dinner with a whale, you're mistaken." "AAAghghgh! God damn you, Corey, why don't you just go live with your slut." I screamed, as I ran back to the bedroom slamming the door. He came and tried the knob, "Open the door Helen." "Go away! Go to your whore's place. See if you can turn her into a whale like you did me." "What the hell are you talking about Helen? I don't have a whore to go to." "Oh, well what do you call her; your other wife?" "What are you talking about? I don't have any other woman." "I'm talking about the woman who gave you her phone number; the one I found in your pants pocket yesterday; that's the woman I'm talking about." "Damn it, Helen! That's not a woman's number; he's a potential customer I met. He gave me his number and I need it back. Do you still have it? I need to call him, okay?" "Don't lie to me on top of everything else! It's a woman's number, because I called her today and asked for you. She told me you weren't there, she didn't say there was no Corey living there, or at this number, which most people do." He left that night and didn't come home. I expect he stayed at her place. Around ten o'clock the next morning, I was walking through the living room when I felt a sharp pain stab me in the stomach, causing me to fall to the floor. As soon as I hit the floor, I felt a gush of something wet between my legs and I knew my water had broken, and I was going to have my baby by myself if I didn't get help right away. I called Corey's work. I'm sure it was the same voice that answered the phone the day before. I said," I need to talk to Corey; hurry!" She said "He's out for a while. I'll tell him you called and hung up." "Bitch!" I screamed into the dead phone. I hung up and dialed 911. When it was answered, I said, "Please help me! I'm having a baby!" I did have the baby at home, but I wasn't alone, thank God. By the time the ambulance arrived, which didn't take all that long, it was too late to move me. I had the baby, then they loaded me up and took me to the hospital. Corey came up at lunch time. He said he had just found out that I was in the hospital having the baby. He had been out with customers. He did bring a bouquet of flowers and said he was sorry for acting the way he had last night, and promised it would never happen again. I forgave him and we kissed. They brought our baby in so he could hold her, and I could feed her. He watched me feed the baby as she suckled my breasts. He seemed to be very happy now. It was five months later that I became pregnant with our second child. Once again Corey seemed very happy saying he bet this time it would be a boy. By the time the third month rolled around they were positive I was going to have another girl. That night when Corey came home, I told him that we were going to have another little girl in the house. I could see the disappointment on his face. I said, "I'm sorry sweetheart. I know how you had your heart set on having a boy, but we don't really have a say in the matter." He said, "It didn't really matter, as long as the baby was healthy." I agreed saying, "We are truly blessed by being able to have children at all. So many people seem to have to adopt these days." It wasn't long until we stopped having sex once again. I tried talking to Corey, but he didn't really want to talk about it; playing it off as he was working too hard and was tired all the time. Then came the night he told me he had joined a men's bowling league, and would be bowling on Friday nights. "So that means I sit here alone, except for the baby. You could look after her a night a week, so I could get once in awhile. Maybe I should join a woman's group of some kind; just something to do besides sit here alone again." "Yea, like what? Do they have a pregnant women's club that sits around all day, comparing notes and complaining about how they're being mistreated by there mean old husbands; that just want a little time out to enjoy themselves after busting there ass, trying to take care of these poor pregnant wives?" "Compare notes on what, Corey?" "Oh hell; I don't know; maybe how to keep from getting knocked up and turning into instant bitches. That would be a good start." "Well, maybe we could sit around and compare notes about how long it takes before a husband starts fooling around once he has his wife pregnant." I got up and went into the baby's room and picked her up and held her. I loved her so much; I just wanted to hold and love her as much as I could until I got so big I couldn't. By now, I had a feeling a lot of the bad things that happened when I was pregnant with her, were about to start again. By the time I was five months pregnant, Corey had started coming home half drunk after work again. Friday nights after bowling, he was really bad. I just started staying away from him on those nights. It was one of those nights that he called and said he was going to be out late and not to wait up for him. I said, "Who is she, Corey?" He hung up without answering. It was around three-thirty in the morning when he came in and crashed on the bed, waking me up. I didn't really want a confrontation with him, so I waited until I heard him start to snore. Then I got out of bed to go the bathroom. I could smell the perfume; I knew what he had been doing. I made up my mind that night that I would never have another baby. I would have my tubes tied and that would take care of that problem. Little did I know that my problems had just begun. It was a Friday night. I was once again home alone. It was close to midnight when I was awakened by people laughing and talking loudly. I got out of bed and looked across the parking area of the apartment complex to see what was going on. I saw Corey going into one of the apartments with some dark haired skinny woman. It was too dark and to far away to see what she looked like, but I was pretty sure it was the woman who lived in that apartment, as I had seen a woman that looked similar in stature to this woman. I saw Corey look towards our apartment, but I had left the lights off. He apparently thought I was in bed sleeping, or didn't really care if I saw him or not. He turned back around put his arm around her and went inside. When he got home around four in the morning, I was sitting at the table. He was still drunk. I said, "Did you have a nice time?" He said, "What the hell are you doing up, checking up on me?" "No, I couldn't sleep for all the noise that was going on across the way. The slut that lives over there must be running a whore house; there's men going in and out of there all the time." "That's bullshit, and you know it Helen! You're just jealous you can't be out having fun like her, 'cause you're pregnant all the time." I said, "What's the matter Corey, don't you like the thought of getting sloppy seconds from your girl friend?" I never saw the slap coming. The next thing I knew, I was on the floor and Corey was pulling me up by my hair and slapping me again. I started screaming, but I couldn't hear any sound coming out. I came to and Corey was holding me, saying, "God damn it, Helen! Why did you make me do this to you? It's all your fault, you've got to learn to shut up." I closed my eyes. My head was hurting so bad I felt sick to my stomach. I knew now, how bad things had gotten. Corey kept on doing like he had been until the baby was born. He did manage to get away long enough to come to the hospital, while the baby was being born. He must have been just too excited this time to bring flowers. The verbal abuse became almost unbearable: the dirty name calling and the nasty references to my being pregnant and fat, along with physical abuse if I talked back to him. I had spoken to the doctor telling him I wanted my tubes tied; that two children were all I wanted. He told me he would like to have a consultation with me and my husband. I told him I would talk with him about it and let him know. I didn't dare take a chance that Corey might find out I had asked to have my tubes tied, so I didn't say anything to Corey. I was afraid of what he might do to me. Things didn't get any better at home after this baby was born. I was sure Corey was cheating on me, but by now I had pretty much accepted it. Being in my position with one tiny baby and the other barely over a year old I was pretty much stuck. I had no formal education and no real work history to fall back on. What else could I do but put up with Cory? Other than him being the father of my babies, I had no other feelings for him any longer. It was seven months later after staying out all night that he said he wanted a divorce. He had fallen in love with someone else. He said he would pay me child support, but I would have to find a job to support myself; that he wasn't about to pay so I could sit on my ass and do nothing while he worked his ass off. As he sat talking to me, I actually felt relieved; maybe now it would finally be over. I asked him how he expected me to do that, having two babies to care for. By the time I payed for day care or a baby sitter, I wouldn't have enough to live on myself. He said maybe I could move back home and have my mom help me out. I told him I may have to, not wanting to piss him off again. But if he thought he was just going to walk away from his family for someone else to take care of, he was badly mistaken. I had suffered through all of his bullshit with having two babies, but it was about to end. I went to social services and explained to them what he was planning on doing and they said they would furnish me with counsel since I wasn't able to afford an attorney, unless I wanted to try and reconcile with my husband. I told them I figured I had suffered enough as it was and just wanted it to end. I called Corey and told him to go ahead and file, I would not fight the divorce. I was served in a matter of a few days. Sixty days later we were in court. To Corey's surprise, I wasn't alone, and I wasn't accepting his offers. By the time the judge heard about everything that had gone on, and the only reason Corey wanted a divorce was so he could marry some woman barely nineteen years old, the judge ordered him to pay seven hundred dollars a month to the girl's; three hundred and fifty dollars each, for child support until they reached the age of eighteen, and a thousand dollars a month alimony to me until I could get a degree and find a job that payed well enough to sustain my lifestyle, such as it was. I looked over at Corey and he looked like he was in shock. The judge had split his income in half and gave it to me. The judge then asked Corey if he had anything he would like to add. Corey stood up saying, "Your honor she lied to me, when I told her I wanted a divorce she agreed not to fight me, now she comes into court and takes half my income." The judge looked at me and said, "Did you agree not to fight the divorce?" "Yes your honor I did. I'm not fighting the divorce, he can have it. I'm fighting him being able to abandon his family without any consequences." The judge said his rulings stood. This hearing was over. I enrolled in college and was lucky enough to meet Sharon, a woman about my age who had enrolled in college and needed a place to live. She was willing to take care of the babies for me while I worked nights at a popular place called The Promised Land Bar and Dancing. I didn't know that during the week they had pole dancing, but also had western dancing on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights. I was almost off shift by the time the pole dancers started, so it didn't really bother me that much. After a couple of weeks I got so I would stay over and have a drink to unwind a little before going home to care for the babies. I would sit and talk to my boss, Charley, and watch the girls dance. Charley would kid me about getting into dancing; make some real money he would say. I would tell him I would run all of his customers out if they ever saw me dance. He would laugh saying, "I doubt that a hell of a lot. Hell girl, I watch you waitress and your hot." Then we both laughed and I called him a pervert. Things were going along pretty well: I was making a little money and college was getting a little easier as I started to get back into the studying groove. It's funny, you never think about having to learn how to study again. The girls were growing like weeds; Corey came and picked them up a few times, but the times grew farther apart as time went on until they all but stopped. Be Careful Who You Marry A couple of weeks after I started working, a tall well dressed black man came into the restaurant. He looked to be maybe in his early forties, with slightly graying hair. After he was seated I went over to take his order. When I got to his table he looked up smiling and let out a deep sigh, then said, "Hello" I said, "Hello; what can I get you to start off with?" He looked at me smiling, "Are you able to get me a drink in here, or do I have to go into the bar?" Smiling I said, "You're talking to the right gal; I can get you anything. What would you like?" "A Scotch on the rocks would be very nice." "Coming right up!" By the time I got back with his scotch, he was ready to order dinner. I came by a little later to see if he wanted anything else. He smiled saying, "I've been thinking about what you said to me earlier." "Oh, what was that?" "You should be a little more careful who you tell you can get them anything." He sat looking straight into my eyes and I could see them sparkle, and I understood the double meaning. Smiling, I said, "Well almost anything." "By the way," he said, "my name is Carl. I just thought you might like to know, I think I will be eating here quite regularly. The food is good, the drinks are good, and the service is great." I felt my face flush then said, "Carl, I'm glad to meet you; I'm Helen. Thank you for being so nice and I do hope you come back often." On his way out, he said, "Good-night and I hope to see you again tomorrow." I said, "I'll be here." After he left I thought to myself, "Why can't everyone be as nice as he is?" Carl came in every evening after that and I started looking foreword to seeing him. He had such a great sense of humor and was always in a good mood. I think it was on a Tuesday night Carl didn't come in until about a half hour before the restaurant closed and asked me if he was too late to get something to eat. "Of course not! If the cook won't fix it, I will; at my place if I have to." "Careful young lady, I may take you up on that someday." "Well, if you want the worst meal you ever ate, come to my place. Why do you think I work here? It's so I get something fit to eat." He laughed saying, "You know Helen, for some reason, I think you're not telling me the truth." I put in his order, then went and got him his scotch on the rocks. Smiling, he said, "I tried getting here earlier but just couldn't get away. Things were in a mess at the office." I said, No problem. If I'm still here when you get here, I will make sure you're taken care of." Smiling, he said, "There you go again. Remember what I told you the first time we met, don't you?" Trying to think about what I had just said, "Refresh my memory please.", I said, jokingly. "I warned you about who you told you would take care of." "Carl you are so naughty." I knew my face had to be bright red. "I think you only say things like this to see my face turn red." He laughed, "You're a good looking woman, no matter what color your face is." "I know you're full of it now Carl.", I said laughing. When my shift ended I came and sat with Carl while he ate. We talked about nothing for awhile then I said, "Carl, it's none of my business, but don't you have someone at home? You're too nice a man to be all alone." He looked at me now with sadness in his eyes, "There used to be Helen, but she was killed in a car accident about a year and a half ago and I'm still not over that. I wish at times there was someone waiting for me at home, but then I'm not sure I'm ready for that." "I'm so sorry Carl; I didn't mean to say anything to hurt your feelings." "It's all right Helen; you had no way of knowing. How about you Helen, there must be someone waiting at home for you?" "Only my two baby girls now. My husband left me for somebody else right after I had the last baby. He never did say why, but I have a feeling it was because I didn't give him a son." Carl looked at me. "Are you kidding me Helen? How could a man walk out on a woman like you after having his children? That is unbelievable. I can't even imagine a man doing that. I only wish, with all my heart, I would have had a chance like that with my wife." He said, "I sometimes wonder about life and why some things happen. I loved my wife so much and she was taken away from me for no reason at all. You loved your husband, and he threw you away for no reason at all. Life is strange for sure." He finished eating and I got up and cleared away his plate. On the way back I grabbed the last piece of pie and took it over to him. "My treat.", I said. He laughed, "My goodness Helen, I can't eat all of this!" Smiling, I sat down with him and pulled out two forks from my apron. "I'll help you." We sat there together, eating that piece of pie while we talked. After that night, Carl started coming in later so I could visit with him while he ate. I told him I really enjoyed talking with him since I didn't have anyone to go home to other than Sharon, my roommate who was nice, but she needed to get to sleep, not stay up and talk to me. Besides, I liked my time with my girls when I got home. I figured Carl needed me to talk to as much as I needed him. I hated the thought of him going home to nothing but the sad memories of his late wife. It was about two months after meeting Carl, that he asked me if I would like to go dancing or a movie, just to get out for awhile. I had never dated a black man, but I hadn't really thought about Carl being black either; we had just become close friends, having many things in common. Without even thinking I said, "I haven't been out in ages, and neither have you; I would love to go." I could see he was overjoyed, hearing I would go out with him. He said, "Wonderful! We'll have dinner and after that, sort of play it by ear. If we see a good movie playing, we'll go. If we feel like dancing, we'll dance. How does that sound Helen?" "Sounds great to me! I'm up for about anything." I saw him smile, and I knew he was about to say something about what I had just said. Smiling, I said, "I know what I just said Carl, and who I said it to." He burst out laughing at our private little joke. We had just finished our pie when Charley came in from the bar to get his last cup of coffee of the night before the restaurant closed, and the dancers started. Charley was around forty years old and around six feet tall, two hundred and twenty five pounds, a full head of graying hair and even at forty years old had very little fat. He had a huge barrel chest and massive arms. He was one of the night bartenders, and doubled as the bouncer. He had been doing this for several years and most everybody knew how far, and how much hell they could raise in the bar, so Charley didn't have too much trouble, even after the dancers started. It seemed everyone knew; you didn't give any of the dancers a hard time or you got to deal with Charley. Charley said hello to Carl as he came in. After he had gotten his coffee, he stopped at the table and asked Carl if I had treated him right, if not, he would fire me on the spot. Carl laughed saying, "No please don't do that! I would have to find a new place to eat!" Charley laughed, "Well, as long as you're happy, I'll have to keep her on. I said happily, "Guess what Charley?" "Hell girl, when it come to you, I have no idea." "Carl's taking me out to dinner and a movie, or dancing, whichever I want or both." I could have sworn I saw a look of shock on Charley's face, which he quickly recovered from, saying, "Well Carl, you're a lucky guy. I've been trying to take her out since I hired her, but she won't have a thing to do with me. Too damn old I guess." "Charley Morrison, you have never asked me out and you know it! You're such a powder puff; you're scared to death to even ask me to go out with you." Charley laughed, "That ain't no damn lie!", then he went back into the bar. Saturday night came and Carl came by my apartment and picked me up. He insisted I pick the place to have dinner so I suggested Wendy's. Without saying a word he drove to the Marriott where we had a wonderful dinner. After dinner he asked if there was anyplace special I would like to go. After checking out the movies, we settled on dancing instead. He said there was a place called the Canyon Inn I might like; they play some rock but mostly Western, so he had been told. I said if that sounded good to him it was fine with me as long we had a good time, that's all that mattered. The place was almost filled up by the time we got there, but we did mange to find a table in a somewhat secluded area, but it was close to the rest rooms; a plus for me. We sat and talked and had a couple of drinks then decided to try dancing. I told him to be careful; it had been a long time since I had danced, and I might end up hurting him. He laughed saying he didn't think it would be that bad. We started off with a couple of fairly fast ones, then went to a couple of slow ones. By the end of the first one, I had made myself comfortable against Carl. It felt good to be held by a man again. By the end of the second slow dance, I had my head on his chest and he was holding me close to him. I loved how it felt to have my breasts pressed tightly against his chest. I could feel his manhood against me and it felt as if he was enjoying our night out as much as I was. We left around 1 AM and he took me home. I invited him in for coffee, but he said he thought he would pass as he had to get up early and go to the office and do a few things. But, he might stop by after he had finished and take me up on it then, or take me out to lunch. I said that sounded great. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, then looking into his eyes I put my fingers on his cheek and kissed his lips; a nice soft goodnight kiss. I said, "Thank you Carl, for a really nice night out, which I think we both needed." Taking my hand he said, "Helen, I had a wonderful time. And I have to agree; we both needed a night out." I smiled, squeezed his hand and got out of the car. I stood watching him drive away then went inside to check on my babies. That night, before falling asleep, I lay there wondering what making love with Carl might be like. I had heard stories about black men, but had no idea if they were true or not. I went to sleep wondering about a lot of things. Friday, when Carl came in for his dinner, he asked me if we were on for another Saturday night out on the town. Laughing, I said, "I'm up for it, if you are." He laughed and said, "Okay then; I'll pick you up same time, same place." "I'll be ready and waiting with bells on." Dinner was great. Carl took me to a place called the Market Place, and the food was absolutely scrumptious. I found myself enjoying being with Carl a lot. He's always such a gentleman; a real pleasure to be around. We ended up going back to the Canyon Inn for dancing, since we had both enjoyed ourselves so much. It was around midnight; we had just finished dancing a couple of slow dances and as Carl held me very close, I started to feel myself becoming quite wet rubbing against him. It had been so long since I had been with a man; I couldn't help what was happening. I laid my head on his chest. I relaxed, danced, and let Carl have control of my body; he felt wonderful against me. When it was over I excused myself and went to the ladies room. There were two women already waiting to get in, so I took my place in line. When I heard someone behind me say, "Whore!" I wheeled around without even looking. "Don't whore me, I'm not your girl friend!" That's when I saw Corey standing there glaring at me, looking like he was going to slap me. I drew back and he went into the men's room. The two women said, "What the hell was that all about?" I said, "He's my ex-husband and a wife beater." I was alone when he came out of the men's room. As he walked by he said, "Nigger lover!" I said, "Well Corey, he's a helluva lot more of a man than the one I was married to." He stopped. I thought he was going to turn around, but he kept walking and didn't say anything more back to me. When I got back to our table, Carl could tell I was upset and asked me what the problem was. I said, "It's not important." "Well it must be. It's upsetting you, and that's important to me." "Its probably best if we leave; it's getting late. It was quiet in the car as we started back to my apartment. When he reached over and put his arm around me, I moved over to be close to him. I leaned my head against him saying, "I'm so glad I met you and we became friends. I feel so good when I'm with you." He pulled the car up close to the curb in front of the apartment. His arm tightened around me, so I moved so I could kiss him' It started slow but grew into a kiss of passion. I felt my breasts pressing against him; my nipples were hard and sensitive. He slowly let his arm relax and said, "Will I see you tomorrow Helen?" "Oh, NO!!! Not this time Carl! You're not leaving me in this shape again tonight. If you do, you won't see me tomorrow. You're coming in and staying with me; you can get up early and get to your office. I'll close the door to the other bedroom." It was the most wonderful night of my life. I had never felt anything as wonderful as Carl made me feel. When I started to undress him, he finally decided he wanted me as much as I wanted him. As we undressed each other, he kissed and nibbled my breasts until I couldn't take it any more. I pulled his shorts down and I guess I was a little surprised at what I saw was waiting for me. It wasn't the huge awesome size you hear so much about, but definitely larger than what I had ever had before. When I told him how long it had been since I had been with anyone, he said he would not hurt me. By the time he finished with the foreplay, I was a wanton slut, writhing on the bed, begging him to take me. He started rubbing the head of his cock along my wet slit, pushing as he did, until it spread my outer lips and slipped into my pussy. I gasped, "OH MY Gawd Carl! Do it; please do it now!" He pushed deeper into me; he pulled back; then went in deeper with each thrust, until he was completely inside me. We began kissing soft, loving kisses, which soon grew into hot passionate kisses. We broke slowly from our kisses. I said, "Do it Carl. Do it. I need it bad!" He didn't last long the first time and neither did I. I had my first orgasm after he had thrust in and out of me only a few times. He tried pulling out of me, but I was gripping him so tight in my orgasm, that by the time he got it out, it was too late. He said he was sorry; that he hadn't meant to cum in me. I assured him it was okay; no harm was done. I had protected myself. I wasn't about to have any more babies. It didn't take long and we were both ready for more of the same. This time we both lasted longer. He felt so good in me each time, I hated for it to end; yet loved feeling the ending. After the third time we both must have fallen sound asleep; the sun was shining when I woke up. I got up and went out into the kitchen to make coffee. Sharon was sitting there with the babies. "I'm sorry Sharon I don't mean for you to look after them all the time." Smiling she said, "It sounded like you were busy entertaining most of the night, so thought I would help you out. I know how it is to be alone without a man in your life for a long period of time. "I wish I could meet someone who I cared about. It's been quite awhile since my husband passed away, and it seems there are just so many kooks out there; it scares me to even go out. "Sharon, from now on when I go out, you go with me. Ill find a sitter for a few hours. It's not fair of me to ask you to stay with the babies all of the time. "I had no idea you had lost your husband. I didn't ask because I didn't want to pry." Putting my hand on hers, I said, "You will find someone to share your life with again Sharon; you will. I was beginning to think the same thing. Now that I'm dating again, I feel good and look forward to the weekend." "He must be quite a guy; seems he has swept you off your feet." "Well I won't go that far, but yes, he is very nice, and I want you to meet him. I'll go tell him it's safe to come out of hiding." We both giggled as I went back to my bedroom. Carl had gotten his clothes on and was about to come out when I went in and said, "Sharon, my roommate would like to meet you." He looked at me asking, "Are you sure your ready for this?" Smiling, I said, "After last night, I think I'm ready for anything." I opened the door and we went into the kitchen. "Sharon this is Carl; Carl this is Sharon." They looked at each other and I could see a surprised look on Sharon's face but she quickly recovered and held out her hand saying, "I'm glad to meet you Carl." He took her hand in his smiled, saying, "The pleasure is all mine, I'm sure." I saw Sharon blushing as she said that the coffee was ready. I couldn't help but notice Carl was still holding her hand. I stood watching the chemistry flowing between them. I said, "Let me get the coffee poured; you two get acquainted and I'll fix us some breakfast." Watching them from the kitchen, it seemed like they had known each other for some time. They were talking and laughing like long lost friends. I couldn't help that I felt a pang of jealousy as I listened to them. I felt as though I had just found someone and I had lost him already; to one of my best friends. If it happened, so be it, as long as both of them were happy. It was meant to be. Carl and I went out the next weekend and he stayed over with me again. Only this time, I had hired a sitter, and she left when we got to the apartment. Sharon had said she was going to visit an old friend, and would be back sometime Sunday. The next week on Tuesday, Carl said he was going to be out of town for the weekend, and would be unable to take me out. I said not to worry I would be okay. I was talking to Charley after my shift ended Thursday evening, and he asked me how Carl and I were doing. I said okay, that he was going to be gone for the weekend. He said half jokingly, "Well now that your steady is out of town, maybe you and I ought to go out and do the town." "In the first place Charley Morrison, he's not my steady. I go out with him because no one else decent ever asks me out.", then added, "Charley, are you asking me out?" "Well ya, I guess in a way I am." "Well damn it Charley, speak up and say so. I'd be happy to go out with you. All you ever would have had to do was ask." "I guess I never asked because I couldn't figure why any woman like you would want to go out with me. I guess I was afraid you would turn me down." "Well look at all the fun you missed out on by not asking! We'll just have to try and make it up." I went out with Charley that weekend and we had barrels of fun; a lot more than I ever imagined we would have. Charley was a totally different guy when we were out than he was at work. Carl came in for dinner every night that next week. Then on Thursday, he said would be gone for the weekend again. This was the third weekend in a row he had been gone. I was feeling like I had been dumped by Carl. I was feeling pretty horny. After all, I was getting used to having sex every weekend with Carl. After Carl left, I went in to say goodnight to Charley. He said, "You and Carl going out this weekend?" "Nope, I'm footloose and fancy free, unless you want to tackle going out with me again." Smiling, "Hell yes; if you're crazy enough to go with me again after you already know what your getting into!" "Oh, I think I can handle it.", I said, laughing. Be Careful Who You Marry "Well, don't be too sure there, little lady; I'm not scared of you anymore." "Charley Morrison, you never were scared of me; you were faking it so I wouldn't be scared off. You tricked me and you know it." "Helen, I been meaning to tell you that I have really enjoyed being with you these last couple of weekends, and I hope we can have a lot more of them." "Charley, I've enjoyed being with you too, and we will have lots more of them, if you want." "I'd like that a lot, Helen." I squeezed his arm, saying, "I'm going home now; I'm tired and we had a busy day today. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" He patted my hand and said, "Goodnight, Helen." Saturday night after dancing the night away, Charley drove me home. He said, "Helen, I don't know how you feel about me, but I care an awful lot about you, and hope you felt the same way about me." I looked up into his eyes, leaned over and kissed him. "Of course I care a lot about you, Charley, or I wouldn't have gone out with you. Now kiss me." His huge arm moved me tight against him, holding me there and he kissed me; I mean, he kissed me, then he pulled back saying, "Well, I guess I better let you go in." "I'm not going in tonight without you, Charley." "What!!!!!!?" "You heard me, Charley; not without you. I'm staying the night with you no matter what you say, think or do. Now, turn the car off and come inside, Charley Morrison; I'm going to make love to you." As we kissed, I reached out and turned the key off. Charley made love to me that night, almost all night. Sometimes, it was slow and easy, sometimes hard and deep, but we made love. We were lying there taking a break, when Charley said, "It's been a long, long time since I've been with anyone, Helen, and I ain't never been with anyone like you. I just can't get enough of you girl." "Damn, Charley; you can't catch it all up in one night!" He laughed, saying, "By gawd, we can try!" Charley is a big man all over. He isn't any longer than Carl, but much thicker. It took awhile for me to adjust to his size, but once I did, it was wonderful, to say the least. It wasn't long after that night Charley proposed to me and we became engaged,four months later, we were married. Sharon and Carl had become a couple and they agreed to watch the girls while we went on our honeymoon. It was wonderful, Charley treats me so well he can't ever do enough for me in fact he makes me feel guilty at times that I'm not doing enough for his love. Being pregnant,with Charley was nothing like being around Corey. I was scared to death when I became pregnant. I hoped and prayed Charley wouldn't turn against me like Corey had done it turned out he was quite the opposite, he couldn't do enough for me or treat me better, I had finally found a man who truly loved me and he is so easy to love . It was about a year later; I was in the grocery store with the twin boys in the shopping cart, going down one of the main aisles, when Corey came out of a side aisle grabbing the blanket off the baby's faces, saying, "Let me see your nigger baby!" Before I could react, I saw the back of a man's hand hit Corey's face, sending him sprawling on the floor; blood spewing from his nose and a cut under his eye. As the man moved to go past me, I grabbed at him saying, "No, no Charley! He's not worth it! He didn't hurt me or the babies, so please stop!" Looking down at Corey, he said, "You're one lucky SOB. If you ever come near my wife or my babies again, you'll hate your momma for ever giving birth to you, do you hear me?" He nodded his head yes. "I didn't hear you asshole." "Yes, yes; I heard you." The police came and Corey tried changing his story, but two women who had seen what had happened, told the police what he had done. Satisfied, they escorted him out of the store. That's the last time I have seen Corey, and if I ever see him again, it will be too soon. The girls just love their brothers; they can't get over how they each got their own little brother to play with. All four kids have the biggest teddy bear in the world to play with; Charley. He gave up bouncing for staying home nights with me and the kids. I'm not sure if I should tell him we're already going to have another baby, but it's mostly his fault. If he wasn't so damn good in bed, I might be able to leave him alone; so you see it is his fault. I lost my baby sitter. Carl talked her into moving in with him. I had been right about the chemistry that first morning when they met. The weekends Carl was out of town he had been with Sharon. It sort of hurt a tiny bit that they had sneaked around about it rather than just come out and tell me, but I do understand; they didn't want to hurt me. They both thought I was in love with Carl. That wasn't the case at all; we both got and gave what the other had to offer. We're all still good friends and that means a lot to me. Auntie Sharon and Uncle Carl are coming over for a BBQ tonight, so I better get mine in gear. Thank You I hope you have Enjoyed reading my story