42 comments/ 69769 views/ 16 favorites Dreams & Premonitions By: IronDragon Foreword: I read "Just One of Those Things" and my teeth started itching. I've read some of carvohi's other works, and quite a few of them are really good. After contacting him via Feedback, he's given me the go-ahead to write this sequel to his short and depressing tale. Thanks to carvohi for giving me this opportunity to get my teeth to stop itching. I hate to see the bad guys win. I hope everyone enjoys the ride. :) I.D. -------------------------------------------------------- I shot bolt upright in bed in a cold sweat as I saw the forgotten plaque in the ground at the cemetery. It had been as if I was floating above the ground when I saw my car wrecked through the barrier on the freeway, and the funeral... Let me back up a bit, here. I'm Weston "Westy" Chambers, aspiring author and former mover and shaker on Wall Street. When the economy took a header into the toilet, my firm shitcanned me thanks to me being the low man on the totem pole. My wife Sheila had taken it all in stride, since we weren't hurting financially. She had her bookstore, and she encouraged me to write my Great American Novel. So I wrote it, and sent it to Bob, my agent, to be shopped around to different publishers. Now back to the present... I looked around, and could see that the sun was barely peeking above the horizon, and looked at the clock. It was only shortly after 7 AM, and Sheila was still asleep beside me. I looked at her sleeping so peacefully, and my stomach knotted up as I remembered the dream. I could remember it all vividly, and committed it to memory. Before I was even thinking straight, I was out of bed and at the desktop computer in my home office, typing down everything into Microsoft Word before the "dreamnesia" took effect. Hey, it's what Stephen King says he does for his novels! My dream even matched his criteria. It was a nightmare. The worst kind of nightmare imaginable. My beautiful wife having an affair, and me being beaten half to death by her lover. The unrealistic way my dream had portrayed the Home Care Nurses and Doctors at the Hospital, not to mention the Police. No cop would just let a nearly fatal assault like that slide without a thorough investigation. I was still reeling from how real it had all felt. The phantom pain in my head was proof that on some subconscious level, I had really felt that pain. I decided to open my email while I was sitting there, after I'd written my nightmare down, and saw Bob's confirmation that he had received the manuscript and was actively seeking a publisher. I replied, thanking him for his efforts. Good ol' Bob Jacobs. He was a friend from High School, and was taking less of a commission than normal from any proceeds I make from his facilitation of my novel. I read and re-read what I had written down. For some strange reason, I couldn't help thinking that this was more than just some random nightmare. I started watching Sheila carefully, and spent a bit more time in her bookstore than I had before. She seemed happy to have me around more, and after two weeks, I was sure that it was just a stupid nightmare. We had awesome sex every night after she got home, and I knew that if she was having an affair, there would have to have been some physical evidence of that. There was none, though. Then I got the call from Bob telling me about Penguin Books, and the $100,000 advance on the sequel! The spooky thing was that it happened to be the exact same conversation from my nightmare. I blinked several times as I replayed the conversation in my head, then compared it word for word with the conversation Bob and I had in my nightmare. What was going on here? I kept asking myself that over and over. I picked up the land line and called Sheila's cellphone, and it went straight to voicemail. A chill shot up my spine, and I thought quickly about the nightmare and what had happened before. I had charged him, and he had damn near killed me. Not this time. This time, I was going to play it smart... If it was going to happen at all. There was still the more than realistic chance that this was all one huge coincidence. So I grabbed my cellphone and my recorder that I use for recording ideas before they leave my head, and headed out to my car. Our boys, Brad and Sheldon were in preschool and kindergarten, and would be fine. It was only 10 AM... and that set even more klaxon horns going off in my head. This was EXACTLY as it had happened in my nightmare!!! I drove on over to her bookstore, and sure enough, she wasn't out front by the register. I checked myself and remembered enough to keep from making the same mistakes I'd made before, and walked slowly and quietly toward the stock room. I hit the RECORD button on the recorder in my pocket as I got to the door, and listened to the muffled moans and groans of a man and woman having sexual intercourse. The bottom fell out of my heart and ended up a cold pit in my stomach. I took a deep breath and steeled myself as I readied the camera on my cellphone. Then I thought of something, and went back to the front counter. I found Sheila's purse and grabbed her can of pepper spray. It was still fully charged. I grinned evilly as I walked back toward the stockroom. With my cellphone in my hand and the pepper spray in my pocket within easy reach, I opened the door. There he was. Big, blonde, stupid looking, and plunging into my wife from behind. My thumb was tapping the shutter button as fast as possible, and I managed to get ten good shots of them as he had her bent over her desk. I grabbed the pepper spray from my pocket and had it in my left hand, just in case. Then he looked over at me, and panic shot across his face. I noted the ring on his left hand, which WAS different from my dream. Hmmm... Sheila's expression mirrored Asshole's when she looked my way too. "I'm divorcing you, Sheila!!" I yelled at Sheila as I snapped away. "NOT IF I KILL YOU FIRST, PUSSY!" Her Pillow Biter boyfriend shouted at me as he charged. Except this time around, I wasn't blinded by rage. I hit him right in the eyes with the pepper spray, and he screamed like a little girl as he ran headlong into the wall. I gave Sheila a disgusted look, then ran like a bat out of Hell from the store and out into the parking lot before he could get his bearings. I closed out my camera as I ran, and brought up my lawyer instead. I kept a watch on her storefront as I dialed my attorney. Fool me once, and all that. I wasn't about to let that meathead anywhere near me. Yeah, he wasn't even as well hung as I am, probably from all the steroids he took. This time, I recognized him, since he'd played for the San Diego Chargers. Chuck Baldwin. I'd heard that he was in town and starting up his own health food store chain, catering to body builders and athletes. "Willard Carson." My attorney said as he answered his phone. "Hey, Will. Westy here. I need you to draw up divorce paperwork on Sheila immediately. No, don't talk. Just do it. Adultery, if you please. Yes, I have pictures and a recording, and her boyfriend threatening to kill me. Oh, and draw up Alienation of Affection for one Charles Baldwin. Yes, I have him in the pictures, and he has a fucking pencil dick. Don't worry, I'll be there shortly." I Ended the call and got into my car as Roid Rage came barreling out of the store and looked around. I honked, getting his attention. I then flipped him the Bird and sped out of the parking lot. When I got to Will's office, I was a virtual cornucopia of emotions ranging from relief to rage to the realization that my love for Sheila had died when I first heard the moans of pleasure. When I walked in, his receptionist, Lisa, gave me a consoling smile and said how sorry she was. I smiled back wanly and thanked her. When I stepped into Will's office, he came around his desk and gave me a hug. "Will, I've fired Chuck and Sheila as clients. When you said who he was, I called him immediately and told him that I could no longer represent him. Then I called her and told her the same." Will said. "Thanks, Will. That's going to cost you a lot in retainer fees." I smiled. Will and I went back to High School too, and I admit I was well liked by my friends. I have a usually easy-going personality, but will back my friends up in a heartbeat. I'll fight for them, and they all know it. I knew I could count on Will and Bob, especially. The Three Musketeers was the nickname for our group back in HS. "Retainer fees aren't shit if I have to betray my friend." He said and sat down. I sent the pics to his email, and handed him my recorder. He removed the memory stick and made a copy of everything it had picked up, and then handed it back to me. "When can they be served?" I asked when he'd finished listening to the recording. "I can have it done by C.O.B. tomorrow." He said. "I'm really sorry, Westy. I thought she really loved you." "So did I, man. I'm going to go pick up my boys from school. I also want a restraining order against her and her boytoy drawn up and approved by a judge. I don't want either one of them near me, my sons, or the house. Can you make that happen?" I laid out my preliminary shots. "I REALLY don't want either of them near my kids." "Can do, bro." Will said, and picked up the phone to call the County. He told them of Chuck Baldwin's threat against me, and how my wife had been complicit in the threat. He had proof of the threat, and sent a copy of the audio recording to the judge via email. The restraining order was faxed to him in less than half an hour. He then faxed it to both Sheila's store and sent a copy to Chuck's phone. Yes, I was prepared. I was more than prepared for this, as much as I didn't believe it would happen. Better safe than sorry, and now that I was safe, Sheila and her asshole Roid Head boyfriend were going to be VERY sorry. I called Bob on my way out, and told him to hold onto the check from Penguin. He asked why, and I told him that I was going to take Sheila for every penny she had in our impending divorce. I didn't want her to know about the advance, and Bob, having my back, agreed. I drove by the store on my way home, and saw that her car wasn't there. The sign on the door read CLOSED, and I had a bad feeling about it. I drove to the School, and sure enough, there they were. I called 911 and let them know that Chuck Baldwin and Sheila Chambers were violating a Restraining Order by being at my children's school. The police were dispatched immediately. "Sheila, you and your asshole here have Restraining orders against you to keep you away from me and the kids. I already called the cops." I said as I stepped up to them. There were plenty of witnesses here in case Roid Case decided to take a swing. "Westy, let me explain!" Sheila said. "No, Sheila. I saw all the explanation you could have given me earlier. This is NOT my fault. This was NOT my doing. I showed you all the love I had for you, and made sure you came every time we fucked and made love. I loved you with all my heart, and now that love has turned into the purest form of hatred you can imagine. I don't know what needle dick here has over me, but now you're going to pay. This is a Fault state, and Will has all the pics and audio needed to bury you both so fucking deep, you'll never see the kids again! The only thing I want to know from you is this." I took a deep breath and let her have every ounce of venom I felt for her. "Was it worth it?" Sheila broke down right then, and fell to her knees. I turned to Chuck. "And you, asshole. I'm suing your sorry ass for Alienation of Affection, and pressing charges on your death threat. I have you on tape, and I'm taking YOU to the cleaners too! I'm sure your wife is going to love that!" I smiled as I heard the sirens approaching, and Lug Nut got that panicked expression on his face again. He ran for his car, but the cops surrounded it before he could get out of there. The coward just left Sheila crying on the ground, but I couldn't bring myself to feel sorry for her. Per the Restraining Orders against them, they were both taken into custody. I then told the Principal of the school that Sheila had a Restraining Order against her, and that my boys weren't to be released to her under any circumstances. It was all going perfectly. If there was such a thing as a Perfect Divorce, I was well on my way toward accomplishing it! Then the Game Changer hit when Sheila pressed charges against Chuck Baldwin for rape. They hadn't been in the lockup for more than half an hour when she told the cops a sob story about how Chuck had threatened to hurt her, her children, and her husband (me) if she denied him, and admitted that he had been "coercing" her for over five months now. She said that he had told her that if she called the cops on him, he would just deny it. She tried to rehire Will as her Attorney, but he turned her down flat. God Bless Willard Carson! She found another Attorney, though, and in light of her filing charges against Roid Rage, her lawyer managed to convince the Court to remove her Restraining Order. They also ordered me to go to Counseling with her. She stayed with her parents during our Separation, but met me at the Counselor's office for our Court Appointed Counseling. She was upfront about the coercion, and the Counselor told me, with flowery speech, that I was being an asshole for not believing her. When she came home, she cried and said how sorry she was, and that she never meant to hurt me. I had sent the kids to Uncle Brandon and Aunt Tina's house for the weekend she was to come home so we could discuss the situation. "And why should I believe you, Sheila?" I asked with my arms crossed. "He was with you at the school!" "He threatened me, but worse, he threatened you and our boys!" She shouted at me. "If he had just threatened me, I wouldn't have done it! I would have called you and told you! He said the cops would never believe me over him!" I felt a nagging doubt in my mind, and was actually inclined to believe her. Could it have been as she said? Was he really threatening our entire family just to get to fuck her regularly? After Brad was born, she'd gotten her tubes tied, so there was no chance he would get her pregnant. She went and got tested for the full battery of STDs, and came back clean. She said she was afraid of him, and having seen how big and imposing he is, I was even more inclined to believe her. But that nightmare kept reasserting itself over every statement she made. "Sheila, I really want to believe you. It's just that in FIVE MONTHS you couldn't have told me? All you would have had to do was tell me, or better yet, after the first time he came inside you, call the cops and have them run a rape kit on you! That would have sent him to prison for a VERY long time, and would have freed you!" I managed to restrain myself from shouting at her, barely. I just had a tone of utter disbelief. "That just leaves two possibilities. Either you're lying..." She gave me a hurt look at that... "or you're stupid beyond belief." "Or I was scared out of my mind!" She retorted. "He said that as long as I let him fuck me, nothing bad would happen to you or the kids! I didn't think of calling the cops because he scared me to death!" I had read a book by a well-known SEAL commander that listed what I did next as TBV. Trust But Verify. It's a nice way of saying that I didn't trust her as far as I could throw her, but I was also not going to keep her a prisoner in her own home. "Ok, Sheila." I said with a sigh. "I'm having your name added to his Restraining Order. If he even makes bail, I don't want him coming anywhere near you until the trial. I'll call Will and have him do it, and put the Divorce on hold for now." The look of pure love in her eyes for me made me feel good, and she came willingly into my open arms. "Thank you, baby. You won't regret this!" She said, crying tears of relief and joy. She kissed me with all her heart and soul, and for the first time in months, I felt really good again. We fucked like mad, then made love tenderly together. God, I had missed her! I felt my love for her growing again by leaps and bounds. I thought about the nightmare, and realized that the wedding ring on Pencil Dick's left hand was definitely a change from the dream itself. In the nightmare, he hadn't been married. I was certain of that. Maybe she was telling the truth after all. She acquiesced to all my demands for her being at work. Either I would be there, or she would call me every half hour just to check in. She did so gladly, and all seemed right with the world. Chuck did make bail, but made no effort to contact her. I had her phones tapped without her knowledge. Will's P.I. had her cell cloned, and her store phone tapped, too. It made me grin like a Cheshire Cat when I found out that his wife Emma was divorcing him. She called me one day out of the blue. "Mr. Chambers? You don't know me, but my name is Emma Baldwin. I know what my husband did to you and your wife, and I'm divorcing him. Can I use the evidence you have against him in my Divorce?" She asked. She sounded distraught over her husband's philandering and coercing ways. "Sure, Emma. And call me Westy. Everyone does." I smiled, and set up an appointment for her and me at Will's office for that afternoon. Sheila went with us, surprisingly, and told Emma how sorry she was for being too afraid to say anything sooner. Emma hugged her, and said that it wasn't Sheila's fault. I had Will give her copies of the pics and audio recording of her Roid Head hubby threatening me. She then hired Will to represent her, and had the papers served to Asshole at his store. His stores were suffering thanks to the "rumors" that he was a rapist, and he had already had to sell several of them. She wanted him taken for every penny, and I hugged her tight. Things were actually going well for a few months. The rape trial started, and Chuck's Attorney was no match for our D.A. She had years of experience in rape cases, and while "rape by coercion" was harder to prove, she did an admirable job. The pictures and the audio of him threatening my life helped considerably, even though his lawyer tried to have those blocked from being admitted as evidence. I really looked at Sheila's face in the pics for the first time, and she didn't look like she was enjoying it, even before they noticed I was there. That just cemented for me that she hadn't been lying. Yet there was STILL a nagging feeling in the back of my mind... In spite of my lingering vestige of doubt, I went ahead and told Bob to send the check through from Penguin Books, and I was over halfway done with the Sequel by June. I had until December to finish it, and it was coming along nicely. However, Trust But Verify was still in effect, and I had opened my own checking account separate from the one Sheila and I shared. I deposited the check in my account. As much as I wanted to give in and trust her completely again, I just couldn't bring myself to take that final step. Sheila testified at the trial, and her tears were real when she described how he had threatened her husband and children. Either she HAD to be telling the truth, or she was putting on a performance worthy of an Oscar. She survived the cross examination by telling the court that she was that deathly afraid of Chuck to not involve the Police. The jury bought it, and I was buying it too... The difference was, I was keeping the receipt. The trial wrapped up in October, and by that time, I was finished with the sequel. I sent the file to Bob, and he submitted it to Penguin. They loved it, and advanced me $200,000 for my next work, sight unseen, and it didn't even have to be a sequel this time! I had another tale floating around in my head, so I decided to write that one instead of a contrived third part that I really didn't care to write. Dreams & Premonitions When Chuck was sentenced, he was still professing his innocence, and that she was lying to avoid a divorce. I was in court for that, and something about his plea struck a chord with me. He sounded like he was 100% telling the truth. Now, I'm no human lie detector, but I usually had a good idea if someone was lying to me. The problem was that both Sheila and Chuck seemed to be telling the truth. Chuck's pleas of innocence fell on deaf ears as he was sentenced to 75 years for both the death threats and the multiple counts of rape against the same victim. Sheila was relieved. He was going to die in prison! He was already 40, and had been retired from the NFL for four years. His days as a linebacker far behind him. On our tenth anniversary, that November, I once again sent the kids to Brandon and Tina's, and took Sheila out for dinner and dancing. Call us whatever you want, but dinner and dancing had always been our favorite date. I gave her a diamond pendant that had our names inscribed on the back, and Forever written below them. I was so close to trusting her again. My nagging doubt was just a faint whisper, and was about to disappear completely. Will's P.I. had turned over all monitoring of Sheila's cell and store phone to me. I had my laptop set up to monitor and record. We had just finished making love when I went in and decided that I DID trust her again. I was going to stop all recordings and erase it all. I was smiling as I brought the screen out of power-save mode and checked the files. On a lark, I listened to her last phone call. Sheila: Hi. Male Voice: Hey you. Been a while. I heard about the trial. Remind me to never get caught by your hubby. Sheila: Don't worry about him. I've got him fooled, and that pencil dicked bastard isn't going to get out before I can take care of Westy. I know you know what we have to do. MV: Don't worry. I know a guy, and it will look like a complete accident. Fuck, you make me so fucking horny! The voice was hushed, and gruff, but it sounded somewhat familiar. I couldn't quite place it. I felt short of breath. She was planning to kill me! Jesus Holy Christ! I went back upstairs and just looked at her. She looked so peaceful sleeping there. I won't lie. I was sorely tempted to kill her in her sleep, but I needed some answers first. I went into the other room with my cell, and called Will. "Jesus, Westy! Do you have any idea what time it is?" "Yes, I do, and I need you to get those Divorce Papers dusted off, Add Conspiracy to Commit Murder to the Adultery. I'm going to call the cops, and they're going to get the name out of her conspirator for me. I'll add him for Alienation of Affection once I know more." "Shit, are you serious?!" "As a heart attack, buddy." "Ok, man. First thing in the morning, I'm there. What are you going to do now?" "Call the cops and get her out of here. I can't sleep in the same bed with a woman who is plotting to kill me. See you tomorrow." "Ok, man. Good luck, and see ya tomorrow." He Ended the call. I then dialed 911. When I explained to the 911 operator that my wife was plotting to kill me, and I had damning incontrovertible evidence, and explained that I was right now in fear of my life, they sent the cops immediately. I dressed quietly, and when the cops got there, I let them listen to the conversation on my laptop, dated two days ago. They took my laptop as evidence, and woke up Sheila to arrest her. "What's going on?!" She demanded when she saw the officers standing over her. "Sheila Chambers, you are under arrest for Conspiracy to Commit Murder, and for Perjury. You have the right to remain silent..." He read her Miranda, then cuffed her and marched her out of the house. I just about shit when I found out who her new boyfriend was, though! I couldn't believe it when she fingered Bob Jacobs as her accomplice! I remembered his voice on the recording, and my jaw dropped when I realized she was telling the truth! When Bob had sent my check to the new Me Only account, he had let it slip to Sheila, and had seduced her with the knowledge that she was going to be rich if she traded up. I listened to all the conversations they had, even though I hadn't been monitoring them. I did so now, and there was over three hours of conversations to listen to. The first one, she had told him that she wasn't interested. But by the fifth convo, she was falling for his charm, and by the twentieth, she was proposing that they kill me. She admitted that she set up Chuck because she really did love me, and didn't want to lose me. I had been slightly touched by that, but by then, I was immune to what she had to say. For the second time, she had not just broken my heart, but shattered it and stomped all over the pieces. She did that by admitting that she deserved to know about the money I had squirreled away, but I refused to tell her. She'd never even asked! However, she thought I was intentionally hiding it from her. When I finally did get to sit down with her face to face, I let her know that I was in the process of deleting all the surveillance I had on her, and was going to tell her in the morning about the $300k in my account. I was then going to close that account and have it transferred to our joint account. I told her that I was having problems trusting her after the whole Chuck thing, and that now I was glad I didn't trust her. The one bright spot was Emma, as she had become our friend during the whole mess with Chuck. Even though he had his rape convictions overturned, he was still going to serve out the rest of his term for the death threat and a few other things. The Feds started their own investigation on him, and the NFL did too for steroid abuse. He had his tackling records stripped from him, his NFL pension revoked, and when he finally did get out, he didn't even have a pot to piss in. Emma came over shortly after the initial hearing for Sheila and Bob. She hugged me tightly, and I hugged her back. She really was a cutie, with her jet black hair in a pixie cut, and standing only 5'4" with a good body on her. Her breasts weren't big, but they were high and firm. Good B-cups. They fit her proportionately, and that was all that mattered. The Divorce went through quickly, with Sheila and Bob, thanks to the severity of their offense, not being able to make bail. Their phone calls were restricted to Lawyers Only, and Will was still representing me. He chewed Bob out when he found out, with Bob sitting across from us in the visitation area. "Bob, how the fuck could you?!" Will yelled. Bob just hung his head. He knew he'd betrayed our brotherhood, and now he would pay the piper. All he could mutter was "I'm sorry" before he broke down in tears. Bob had been the other brother to me. Hell, I had counted Will and Bob as my brothers as much as Brandon. We were inseparable back in the day. Now to find out that he had betrayed me for money and pussy was the final straw. It would be a long time coming before I could trust anyone again. Brandon and Tina were glad to have the boys stay with them for a while, and I gave Brandon my Power of Attorney to help keep the kids out of the line of fire. Since Tina couldn't have children of her own, she was more than happy to babysit in the long term. Bob pled out, since Sheila had been the one to first propose having me killed, and turned states evidence against her for a much lighter sentence. When all was said and done, Bob got 2 years with 10 years probation after his prison time was up, and Sheila got 20 years with possibility of parole after 15. What little love I had for her evaporated when she shot me a look promising vengeance when she got out. Yeah, good luck with that. Emma and I started dating after my Divorce was final, and my kids, now 5 and 6, were more than happy to have her around. She fell in love with Bradley and Sheldon as soon as she saw them, and the feeling was mutual. We actually had a lot in common. A love of Football, among other things. We dated for about six months before we even slept together. She was now, thanks to her Divorce settlement, independently wealthy. I was also, thanks to my third book going on the New York Times best seller list. It stayed at #1 for three months straight, and there were talks of Hollywood making it into a major blockbuster. On that fateful night, we had gone to a movie, then dinner and dancing. Yes, Emma loves dancing too, but unlike Sheila, she loves ballroom instead of the more modern styles. I had taken ballroom as a kid, thanks to my mom, and had enjoyed it immensely. I was more than happy to waltz, tango, and foxtrot with Emma, and she was impressed with my skill, as Chuck had never been a good dancer. I STILL wondered how a guy with a cock as small as his could ever get a woman into bed, and Emma said that she had been attracted to his fame, while she hypothesized that Sheila had been in it for the money. That made sense to me, since Sheila was all the time saying we needed more, even though we were living very comfortably already. Our kids' college was paid for, and we could have retired early if we had wanted. "So, do you think that maybe tonight, I might entice you to take me to bed, kind sir?" Emma said in a sultry voice as we slow danced the last song of the night. Her supple body was pressed to mine, and she looked up at me with those sparkling hazel eyes. She flashed me her smile, and my heart was lit afire. Not to mention my cock was harder than a steel I-beam. She felt it against her belly, and she wiggled against me as she grinned. "At least someone is open to the idea." I grinned back. "Emma, I love you. Yes, I think it's time." Her eyes widened at that, and she grinned even wider. "Then take me to bed, Wes." She said, kissing me lovingly. Emma had taken to calling me Wes, and I had to admit I liked it a lot more than Westy. I'd been Westy all my life, so dubbed by my parents when I was a kid. I had expected to grow out of it, but nobody really let me, and insisted on calling me Westy well into my adult life. I was now 33, and still most of my friends called me Westy. I was hoping to get them to call me Wes, as Emma did. I returned her kiss with equal love, and I knew she loved me for me. I knew when she was lying, as she would pull on her earlobe. Her saving grace was that she would come clean immediately, knowing she couldn't lie to me with a clear conscience. That was one reason I'd fallen in love with her. She was a genuinely nice person, as well as being beautiful, intelligent, and witty. "I love you too, Wes." She whispered as we broke the kiss which had curled my toes. The song ended, but I kept her on the dance floor for a moment. She looked at me questioningly, but I smiled as I began to speak. "One thing before we go, sweetheart." I smiled, then got down on one knee as I pulled the felt covered box from my blazer pocket. "Emma Summers, you have reaffirmed my faith in love, and my hope for happiness. You have been my rock in the darkest times, and I want to be your rock too. So I ask you with a heart full of love, will you marry me?" I asked as I opened the box and pulled the diamond engagement ring free. There were tears streaming down her face as she nodded. "Yes." She squeaked, unable to say more at that time. I smiled as a tear started down my cheek too, and slipped the ring onto her left ring finger. I rose and took my new fiancé into my arms, kissing her lovingly and tenderly. When we got back to my house, we undressed each other slowly. My boys were at their Aunt and Uncle's place again, and we had the house to ourselves. We kissed and kissed as we made our way to the bedroom, and we were soon naked at the foot of my bed. Without a word, Emma dropped to her knees, stroking my 7 and a half incher with the circumcised head. "Your cock is as beautiful as the rest of you." She whispered just before taking the head into her mouth and sucking slowly. She looked up into my eyes as she took more and more of me into her hot wet mouth. Her lips looked so sexy around my cock, and as my hand went into her hair, I moaned in pleasure at what she was doing to me. "Good God, Emma. That feels so good!" I said, my moans getting louder. Her tongue played along the underside of my shaft as she bobbed her head back and forth, and though she couldn't deep throat me, she made sure that she gave me the best damn blowjob of my life! Before I knew it, I felt my balls tightening and my cock swelling. "Gonna come!" I warned her, but she just took me as deep as she could, and I erupted into her mouth with a shout and gasp of pleasure. She swallowed load after load, and I hadn't realized how much I'd come until she pulled me out of her mouth and looked up at me with a grin. "Wow, I didn't know you hadn't come in a year!" As my breathing returned to normal, I laughed shakily. "It's only been about 11 months, but yeah. Wow!" "Wow is right. I came when you did." She blushed. I then noticed that her hand was between her thighs and she had been fingering herself. As she stood up, I asked her "Can I taste?" "Sure, baby." She slipped her fingers into my mouth, and I sucked the sweetest juice I'd ever tasted off her digits. "Mmmmm tasty." I smiled. "Now I really have to taste you." I laid her down on the bed and crawled up between her thighs. Her landing strip of jet black hair above her pussy pointed the way down to paradise. "Mmmmm yes, baby. Eat my pussy." She moaned as I licked her between her lower lips, tasting her cum juices still coating her labia. I slipped my tongue inside her, coating it with even more of her nectar, licking deeply and lovingly as I French kissed her hot cunt. She moaned and moaned, and I rubbed her button with my fingers while eating her out, causing her to gasp and squeal as I gave her as much pleasure as I knew how. I had to hand it to Sheila, she sure did teach me well. But instead of her reaping the rewards, Emma was now my willing recipient. I gave her everything in my oral arsenal, and she exploded on my tongue, her juices shooting into my mouth as she squirted and screamed. I was harder than stone again, and as I pulled back and crawled up over her, I could see her still shuddering in aftershocks. She was gasping incoherently as her eyes slowly righted themselves in their sockets. I kissed her lovingly and passionately as the head of my cock found her pussy like a heat seeker. She gasped as I entered her, and I gasped at how tight and wet she was after coming like a freight train. "God, you're tight!" I gritted out between clenched teeth. Her pussy muscles were still spasming in the aftermath of her most recent climax, and she wrapped her arms and legs around me as she whimpered to fuck her deep and hard. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck this pussy. Fuck it. Fuck me! Fuck me hard, baby!" She begged as I started slamming into her deeper and harder, faster and faster. It had also been some time for her, and she was more than ready for me to do her in any and every way possible. She started coming around me, and didn't stop for about five minutes. God, she'd been starved for sex! Not just from lack-o-nookie, but also most probably from Chuck's itty bitty dick. So I fucked her as I've never fucked any woman before. She screamed and scratched the hell out of my back, and it felt amazing when he nails dug into my skin. "I'm going to come, Emma!" I warned her as I felt my balls tighten and my cock swell inside her. "Do it, baby!" She begged again as her eyes rolled back in her head and my cock exploded inside her tight wet cunt. I thrust all the way in as I came, filling her with another mammoth load of cum. After we came down from our mutual climax, I collapsed on top of her, and in spite of my weight, she held me close, cooing in my ear and kissing my neck. It felt so erotic to be inside her with my cum leaking out of her around my still hard cock. My lips found hers, and we kissed passionately in the aftermath of the hottest sex of either of our lives. She had whispered as much to me when we were coming down and still shaking with the aftershocks. After several minutes, she started thrusting her hips up towards me as she whispered "Make love to me, baby." in my ear. So I did, over and over, all night long. Two years later, Sheila was still in the joint, and had apparently discovered a new love for eating carpet. Bob was released from prison after serving 1 year, 11 months, but for some odd reason, he was walking very funny. As for Will, he's still my best friend and lawyer, and he now also works as my agent. Emma and I were there when Asshole got out of prison, and I personally served him with the Alienation of Affection summons. He looked at me, and the Deputies backing me up, and just hung his head as he walked away. He committed suicide three days later, hanging himself in the fleabag motel room's shower. Oh, how the mighty fell. Emma and I were married shortly thereafter, and shared a laugh at the depths to which our former spouses had sunk. My sons didn't really remember their biological mother, and had started calling Emma Mom. I was more than ok with that, as was Emma. That same year, our daughter was born, and we named her Kayleigh, after Emma's mother, who had passed away from Cancer. The birth had been difficult on her, since she was nearing forty, and she decided to have her tubes tied after she gave birth. Kay's brothers became the most protective older brothers ever, and made sure that their baby sister wanted for nothing, and had all the protection from assholes that she could have possibly needed. I was proud of my boys. Our family is complete, and I still thank God every day for Emma, and that nightmare that saved my life. I had another dream last night, and it showed me and Emma living comfortably with our children out of the house, and with all of their college tuitions paid already. I awoke this morning with a smile, my beautiful wife at my side. The End