28 comments/ 56676 views/ 20 favorites Given Enough Rope By: bucksilver Woodrow Anderson (known by many as Woody) walked out of his employer's Ft. Worth, Texas offices at one pm after he had been given a promotion to assistant team leader. At 26 years old, he was the youngest employee to be promoted to that position in the company's 110 year history. He was given the afternoon off to pack and report to their Denver headquarters for training. He was then to be sent to the company's Omaha, Nebraska office to join a forensic audit team specializing in insurance companies. Six foot three inches tall, broad shouldered, athletic body Woody had absolutely no interest in sports. He knew where he wanted to be in life and he put his whole being into getting there. Since middle school, Woody had wanted to be a forensic auditor. Graduating from Texas A&M as salutatorian, majoring in accounting with emphasis in forensic auditing, he was working online to get his masters degree in criminal justice. One of his professors had recommended him to the regional vice president and he was hired upon passing the Certified Public Account's exam in the upper five percent. Woody was one of those that would get life just about the way he wanted it, when he wanted it. Where did not bother him. Born and raised in Abilene, Texas, it would have been nice to work in his home state. However, assistant team leader in Omaha, that would be just fine, for now. Woody headed home to Abilene and his trophy wife, Allison (Allie) to tell her to pack a couple of bags. They were on there way to Denver, Colorado. They had four days to get there for a gala event where promotions would be announced. She could come back and wrap up their affairs in Abilene while he was in training. As he drove west on Interstate 20, he thought about his beautiful wife. Born into high society, she would be right at home at the event in Denver. Allie definitely qualified within the definition of a trophy wife. However, he wondered about what kind of a mother she would make. She had led a sheltered life as a rich man's daughter and was quite naive about the realities of life. Not his first choice as a wife, but where he was going, she would fill the bill. As far as being a mother, he could hire a nanny to help her with that. His first choice was a girl he had met when they were juniors in high school. She was and is the only young woman that he felt was prettier and had a better body than Allie. Cassandra Hopkins. Their first eye contact was when she was a junior princess on the home coming float. Although Cassie was from an upper middle class family, she was accepted among the campus elite due entirely to her looks and body. On a scale of 1 - 10, Cassie was an eleven maybe a twelve. However, during their senior year, the community had paired her up with the campus football hero and student body president, Brent Harris. In their senior year of high school Cassie was homecoming queen and of course Brent and Cassie where prom king and queen. Brent and Woody were friends in middle school. In high school they were not so much friends as the one Brent came to for help to keep his grade average up to stay on the football team and hold student body offices. Brent had offers from colleges and universities all around the nation to come and play football. He waited until Woody was accepted at Texas A&M to make his choice. Of course it was Texas A&M. It did not at all bother Woody that he was Brent's tutor. It kept him in the same social group as Cassie. That allowed Woody and Cassie some time together, dancing, or just talking. Then once and awhile, a little more. But it was time together. It tended to bother Brent to no end. But, what could he do about it. All those scholarship offers would dry up if he was kicked off the team because he grades were not good enough. Once he was sure they were both going to A&M, a thought came to Brent. Allison's family were large contributors to A&M because they were alumni and of course, Allison was expected to attend and graduate. Thinking that Woody liked Cassie for the same reason as he, her beauty, Brent determined that he would turn Allison onto Woody. His main argument would be that Woody, of all the guys they knew, was the one that had the capability and drive to keep her in the life style which she was accustom. Woody mused to himself as he exited the Interstate, "I guess it worked, I married Allison." As he neared his home, Woody noticed Brent's Mustang GT parked in his drive way. He said to himself, "Oh God, I hope this isn't some trite cliché where husband comes home early and finds a friend fucking his wife." Parking his car behind the mustang, he thought out loud as he walked past it "I got you into the EMT program so you could have the income to start a family. But, you just had to have a hot rod. Can't even afford a vehicle for your wife, but, you just had to have this monster. Not much the family car. " Walking in through the front doors of his home, Woody first heard what was happening in his living room. Add Brent's EMT partner, Sean Murphy, and it was that trite cliche that Woody feared when he noticed the mustang. They had Allie on the hassock, with Sean's cock in her mouth and Brent pumping away at her pussy. Woody shock his head, gave it a little smile and went on into the master bedroom. He packed what he wanted and figured he would replace everything else. He did the same in his home office. Leaving through the french doors in the master bedroom of the sprawling ranch style house, he packed everything into his Escalade and drove off. Once out of sight of their house, he pulled over and parked. Drawing out his lap top, Woody thought about how the string of burglaries in their neighborhood had given him the opportunity to bring in a very sophisticated security system. He had shown Allie how to turn on and off the alarm part of it. However, the audio/visual part remained on 24/7. Pulling up the security company's website, he entered his ID and password, clicked on "living room" and there they were, in real time and living color. Woody got on his cell and called another friend from middle school, Sidney Weisman. If any body was Woody's best friend, it was Sid. No matter what was going on, good or bad, they were in it together. After graduating at the top of his class at The University of Texas, School of Law in Austin, Sid passed the Texas Bar and joined his father's law firm there in Abilene. His father's firm was heavy into to the oil and gas industry, so he then went on to pass the bar exams in all the states to the north of Texas including the Dakotas, Montana, Wyoming and Colorado. "Hey Sid... I'm going ta need an attorney to activate a couple o' pre-nups...Here shortly I'll text ya over a website, ID and password ta git inta the right page to see what ya need ta see what's goin' on in the living room..." Sid laughed "Okay ol' buddy. As soon as I get a look at the website I'll call Sharon Stevens once Cassidy, Attorney at Law. She's been waitin' for this magic moment sense high school. Ya know she's gonna start salivatin' when I send her the pre-nups... I'll have her call ya on your cell." "You do that little thing Sid, we'll certainly appreciate it." Woody pulled up in front of the Harris residence, bounded gingerly up the walk and rapped on the front door. Cassie Harris opened the door, "Woody?!? Why the surprise visit with such a big grin on your face." He stepped into their living room and opening his lap top, said excitedly, "Ya gotta see what's going on in the living room at my house." He brought up the website and on to the right page. The threesome were still at it. She took one look and with a squeal of delight, threw herself into his arms. Giving Woody a long lingering kiss. After their lips parted she squealed and exclaimed, "They did it, they did it!! Oh praise God they did it and you finally caught them. An answer to our prayers." Arms still wrapped around each other, he said, "I called Sid, then sent him a text with what he needed to get on the right page. He said he would call Sharon, get the info to her, then have her call me." "She's a lawyer now, isn't she?" asked Cassie. "Oh yeah, has been for a few years. She passed the bar a month before her twenty first birthday. Sid went to UT, she went to Baylor. The thing is, she's hated both Brent and Allie sense high school. Remember, she was a very chubby girl back then. She, Sid, Brent and me were friends in junior high. When we got to high school and Brent became a football star he turned on Sid and Sharon. Not giving any thought to the idea that they might become the lawyers that they are today." "Sounds like Brent. Sharon and I always got along. I ran into her at the supermarket about a year ago. She told me about her husband and kids. But, said very little about being a lawyer..." Just as Cassie finished her sentence, Woody's cell phone rang. "That's probably Sharon right now." Answering the phone he said, "Hey Sharon, how ya doin'?" "I'm doin' good Woody. You have certainly made my day, shoot ya made my year. I'm sittin' here with a copy of your pre-nups, yours and the Harris's and watching them git it on. She's some cock sucker, isn't she? I would guess she keeps their cocks up an' hard by havin' them switch positions every ten or fifteen minutes." Woody was laughing, watching on his laptop, thinking, Sharon has always been rude, crude and tended to say it like she saw it. That made her a court room terror. "Well Sharon, she can't cook, do laundry, doesn't know where to start ta clean a house. But yeah, she's one hell of a cocksucker, fucks good and looks pretty when I need it. The thing is, I need more than that in a wife." "Where are you right now?" Asked Sharon. "I'm over at Cassie Harris's place." Now it was Sharon's turn to laugh. "What my I ask are you doin' over there?" "Well, I've been promoted and I have to go to Denver for training. I dropped by to see if she wanted to go with me. She said she'd love too." Woody said, watching Cassie slip off her wedding rings. Still laughing Sharon said, "A lot of us knew in high school that Cassie would follow you to the ends of the earth. " Sharon Stevens stood six feet tall, barefooted. She was broad in the beam before she had children, now she was broader. Double D breasts, bordering on E cup, her broad shoulders still made her look a little shallow in the chest. Her sharp tongue and loud mouth made for an imposing figure in a court room. So, she usually got exactly what she wanted. The fact that she didn't like Allison and down right hated Brent was going to make it very interesting, indeed. Sharon might let Allison and her family off with a lucrative financial settlement out of court. However, not Brent, nor his high minded family. Knowing what was in the pre-nup, she would make it as lengthy as possible with Abilene, and Ft. Worth news media present, Dallas if she could arrange it. Leaving out not one sordid detail of her investigation. She ended her conversation with Woody, stating, "Give me and hour and I'll have it all t'gether for both your signatures. Then you guys can go onto Denver. Don't worry about a thing. I'll handle it all." Woody, holding back his laughter, said, "Oh, I'm sure you will Sharon, I'm quite sure you will. We'll load up what Cassie wants to take, then go get something to eat. I've already been by the bank, took half of every thing. Anyway, we'll see you in one hour." __________________________________ Allison turned on the shower in the master bedroom, thinking, "I've been fucking Brent sense high school, but that's the first time I've ever had two men at one time." Turning from the shower she caught a look at her shaved pussy in the mirror, then turned to get a look at her ass. They were both red as a beet. "I'd better do something to get rid of the redness. If Woody wants to get it on tonight and sees my pussy like this, I'll be in deep shit trouble. What was that ol' wives remedy for sunburn? Oh yeah, apple cider vinegar. I'm sure we have some in the kitchen. I'll try it after my shower." Stepping into the shower, Allison thought about her sex life. She had to admit that loving sexual intercourse with Woody was very satisfying. However, once and awhile she wanted, needed the hard pounding animal sex that was Brent. No finger and tongue action like Woody. Just shove it in her month, make her suck it up, then deep throat it. Shove it in her pussy and pound away for awhile, then her month again. Then, ram it up her ass and pound away until he finished. No regard for her pleasure, only his. She did not have the slightest idea why she liked it that way. And, in some perverse manor, she did get something out of it. She knew full well that if Woody ever caught them it would be over, immediately. They had an iron clad pre-nup and yes, she had read it before she signed it, so had her family's lawyer. She also was aware that Brent and Cassie had a similar pre-nup. As she stepped out of the shower, Allison asked herself, "Do I really love Woody?" The answer had to be "Yes." She had to admit that she loved him now much more than when they had married. He was a good husband and would make a good father. Better than she would as a mother. He was always there with the right answers and when something upset her, he would wrap his strong arms around her and tell her it every thing would be alright, and it would be. Because Woody made it so. Slipping on a robe to go downstairs and find some apple cider vinegar, she realized how lost she would be without him. _______________________________________________ After going over all the documents, signing where needed, Woody and Cassie stood up to leave. Sharon asked, "You guys heading out to Colorado right now?" Woody answered, "Yeah, I think so. If you file it this afternoon and serve them in the morning, the shit's gonna really hit the fan. I really don't think we want to be any where near this place." Sharon chuckled, "Yeah, I agree with that. You remember my brother Rick? He pulled together some investors and has been building those large motels and truck stops you see popping up all over the Midwest. They just opened one up near where Highway 83 crosses Interstate 40. I could get you two rooms up there for tonight?" Cassie leaned into Woody and purred, "One room, Sharon. One big bed. Book it as Woodrow and Cassandra Anderson, husband and wife. We'll trust you to take care of all this legal stuff, but as far as I am concerned, I'm Woody's wife right now. So, we are sleeping in the same bed as of tonight." Sharon smiled and looked at Woody as she picked up her desk phone. Since high school Cassie was the only pretty girl that Sharon knew and liked. Woody with a big grin on his face said, "That's the way we've wanted it since high school." Sharon hung up the phone, peeled a sheet of paper off her desk pad and handed it to Woody, "There you go. Mister and Missus Anderson are booked in one room for one night, including one king sized bed. There's the confirmation number, name and location of the motel. Give me a call tomorrow, late in the afternoon. The shit should really be flyin' around by that time. Other than that, you guys have a safe trip to Denver." Woody shuck Sharon's hand and said, "Thank you Sharon Stevens, Attorney at law. You and Sid are really good friends. We will stay in touch." As soon as Woody and Cassie had left her office, Sharon got on the phone to her sister. A well established media person in the Dallas - Ft. Worth area that stretched over to Abilene. Out in the Escalade Woody asked Cassie, "Ya think we should call our parents?" "Yeah, now that we have it all started, that's a good idea. Why don't you git us headed north, an' I'll call'em. When I git yours on the phone, I'll give it to you." _____________________________________________ Woody held the door to the motel room open for Cassie to enter. As he pushed the door closed and hearing the lock click into place he turned around to find a smiling Cassie bare from the waste up, fingers working to loosen her shorts. Woody had left his tie and suit coat in the Escalade. So, now he began unbuttoning his shirt. She stepped out of her shorts, panties and sandals, then purred, "Need some help with that?" He smiled "Naw, I think I've got it." Again with a smooth purr tone of voice, "Good, I'll deal with the lower part." With that she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, then pushed them and his boxers to the floor. On her knees before him, she looked up and as he removed his shoes and socks said, "I've waited so long for this day, this night. I've dreamed about it, prayed about it, and yes, fantasized about it..." Wrapping her arms around his legs she purred "Together at last. Never to part until our dying day. I love you Woodrow Anderson, until my last breath I will love you..." He drew her up onto her tip toes and gave her a long lingering kiss. When their lips parted he still held her close and just above a whisper, said, "You complete the graphic that is my life. No matter what I accomplish, without you there with me, as part of my life, it would be incomplete..." He allowed her to slip back down on her feet. Now standing nude, facing each other, he ran his hands through her long blond hair. Holding her out at arms length, he admired her shapely body. "You are simply beautiful.. Annd knowing that woman behind those sky blue eyes as I do, I find that your beauty radiates from deep within that nicely shaped body of yours." "Ummm, I love you too, Woody. You are so much to love, and I want to give you everything a woman can give her man. Oh my love, our life together starts today, everything else is just formality and legal B.S. I um ah, I'm ready for the next step my love. Lead me, take me...Make me yours and I will make you mine. And, that's the way it will be until we die..." He smiled, picked her up and laid her on the bed. Then he again admired her five foot ten inch, well proportioned body. A couple of inches taller, but every bit the curves and measurements of Marilyn Monroe or more up to date, Angelina Jolie. Woody promptly spread her legs and began working her vaginal lips with his tongue. Then he brought his right hand around her left leg and attacked her clitoris with his fingers. Then the forefinger of his left hand found her "G spot" and he withdrew his tongue. She moaned and squealed "Oh Woodieee, I've never had it like..".Her was body bucking and writhing, "Oh Gawd Woodee, never had it like this... Oh Woodeee don't stop!! I'm coming Oh Gawd I'm coming. So, good. Oh, so good." After ten to fifteen minutes of tongue and finger action, and two orgasms for her, Cassie pushed him back and said, "Now it's my turn. Sit here on the edge of the bed, spread your legs." Woody did as she told him to do. She dropped to her knees between his legs and purred, "I've never done this before, so bear with me. Brent was always wanting me to do this to him. Got me drunk a couple of times. But, I just passed out." With that she took his semi erect cock in her month and began to suck. At six foot three inches, he was a bit longer and wider than the average. When he was fully erect, she so very eloquently verbalized it, "You're fatter than he is.., and longer! If size matters, you got him there, too." Then she went back to sucking on it. Woody laid her on the bed and shoved a doubled pillow under her hips. She giggled "Oh, first time I've ever done it like this." "First time for quite a lot tonight. Before we were married we came together for some quickies. We never had time to really come together and enjoy one another. And, I never really fully penetrated you. Tonight we have all the time we need." As he pushed his cock into her he whispered "I have done some things to you that has never been done to you before, and I'll do more. Now, I'm going to go where no man has ever been..." Given Enough Rope She gasped as he plunged into the hilt, "Ahhh yesss Woody, and no other man will ever go there, aaagain. Ahh yeah my husband, sock it to me... We are one now, yes Ohhh yesss..." She bucked her hips up off the pillow to meet his down stroke. The in a purr close to a whisper, "Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh Woodeee. Oh my gawd, you make me feel sooo good!" Taking her into four different positions and giving her an orgasm in each one, he allowed her to bring him to orgasm in the cowgirl position. Brent had never allowed her to be on top. About 95% of the time sex was in the missionary position. Once and awhile in the dogie position. That usually happened when Brent had become drunk, jealous, or both. Sliding down onto his cock he said, "Ride that cock, cowgirl, ride it, ride it hard." When she picked up some speed he said, "There ya go, all the way up and all the way down." Thrusting his hips up to meet her down stroke, he felt himself cumming. "Yeah, there ya go. Ride that cock, ride it hard. Oh yeah Cassie, ride it hard..." When their heavy breathing had subsided, she slid off to his side. Raising her head she purred, "Woody, my love? I never dreamed that it could be like that. It was wonderful... My little pussy is still tingling. Can we do it again?" Catching his breath, Woody said, "Yeah babe, that was fantastic, best I've ever had." Cassie smiled and purred, "Yes my love, and different from the other times. More intense, much more meaningful. Now, I know the real meaning of intense sexual intercourse..." Rolling over onto his side facing her, he ran his fingers over her body, and said, "We are one now. Never to be separated until the day we die. You are mine, I am yours!" She kissed him. When their lips parted she whispered, "I like the sound of that. Oh Woody, how many times have I dreamed of this day, this night. It has been everything I dreamt it would be... It is now like the hotel register says it is... Woodrow and Cassandra Anderson." "Yes." he said with a big smile. "Now all we have to do is let our attorneys clean up the legal mess. It's just you and me as one now, babe. I'm sure the pre-nups and the video well give them all the ammunition that they need to make both disolutions quick and easy. Sharon will call our mothers as soon as she has an estimated final date. Then they can set a date to make our union legal. However, yes my love, we are one now. I feel so complete with you here, part of me. I feel so empowered now. Like I can accomplish anything now that you and I are one..." She stood up, "Yess to all of that... I'll be right back Mister Anderson, my husband, soul mate, and we will do it again!!" Returning with a wash cloth, she pushed him onto his back and began to clean his flaccid cock. As she cleaned him she said, "I've never done it twice in a row. But, my little pussy sure does want some more of your wonderful cock." He chuckled, "Ever done it 69?" She giggled, "A girl friend of mine told me about 69. So, when Brent was on me about sucking on his cock I suggested we do it 69. Oh no, we couldn't have that. He wanted my mouth on his cock, but no way was he gonna get his tongue on my pussy. So, that was the end of any discussion about oral sex." Laughing he said, "Get that lovely pussy up here and in my face. Then, get those sweet lips wrapped around my cock." Cassie quickly complied. ____________________________________________ About a quarter to five in the afternoon in the following day, the traveling pair rolled into Burlington, Colorado. Woody informed a dozing Cassie that they were now in Colorado and that he would find a motel there for the night. That Denver was about 140 miles from Burlington. Pulling into the parking lot of a national chain of motels, he received a text from his soon to be former wife, Allison. Once he had parked the SUV, Woody pulled up the message. It read, "Dearest Woody, I am so very sorry and ashamed about what I have done with Brent and Sean. It was selfish and immature. However Woody, always remember that it was nothing you did or didn't do. All my pain is self-inflected. You have a wonderful future, but I am afraid that I am simply too weak a person to go there with you. Hopefully, I will learn from my massive mistake and grow up some. I did not fully realized the extent of my mistake until I was served yesterday morning. Yes, I cried and screamed 'No'. But, once I had watched the accompanying DVD, I knew that I had given up all grounds to contest it. So, at 11 am yesterday I was in Sharon's office signing where required. Sharon and I then went to lunch, together. We renewed the friendship we had so many years ago. She has agreed to represent us both and make this whole thing between you and I go away as quickly and quietly as possible. She assured me that with the Harris it will be relatively quick, however, not so quietly. There will be as much media fanfare as she can generate. All of Abilene will be talking about it. Brent has found out that you two are going to Denver and has vowed to go there and 'kick your ass and reclaim his woman'. But then again, what are his vows worth? About as much as mine. Anyway, thought I'd let you know, watch out. I have only one request. Woody? Cassie? Please send me an invitation to your wedding. I will certainly be there. Again Woody, I am so very sorry. As a wife, I have totally let you down." Allie. Once they were in their room, Cassie took a seat in the sitting area just inside the door. "Woody? I think Allie is kind of a victim in all of this. Since high school she always thought that what you and I had was just a friendship. Ummm, I'm good with her coming to our wedding, if you are..." Woody placed their bags on the bed, then returned to Cassie, "Considering the tone of her text, and that she isn't fighting the whole thing, yeah, I agree with you. Put her on the guest list." She rose to her feet, threw herself into his arms, kissed him and purred "Thank you husband. When we go back the Abilene for our wedding, I think I'll get Sharon and Allie and take'em to lunch. We could have some real lady like yuks over the whole thing. Now, why don't you an' I go check out the bed. Then go get something to eat." Still in each others arms, he said, "I saw a couple of jewelry stores here in town when we were looking for this place. So, why don't we do some ring shopping, then eat?" "Hummm, I like the way you think, Mister Anderson." At dinner, Cassie asked, "Woody? You know how I feel about Brent, But I need to ask... Ah, do you still love Allie, even a little bit?" Woody looked at the love of his life for a few moments, considering her question. Then replied, "A little bit is a good way to put it. However, the answer to your question is, yes. We were beginning to develop a real love for each other. She diminished that love considerably by doing what she did with Brent and Sean. But, I must admit to you, Cassie, some of that love is still there. She is basically a good person. I hope she will find someone to love as I love you and you love me. Maybe he will have a mother who will teach her how to be a wife and mother." Cassie chuckled. Then, in just over a whisper, "Thank you my love. I can accept that. Yeah, I'm good with that." ____________________________________________ After dinner and ring shopping, Woody opened the door to their motel room and Cassie skipped to the middle. Twirling around as he pushed the door closed, she bubbled, " I had fun tonight, just you an' me. Almost, but not quite on the rings...Dinner was... Well, just so great. I've never been out to dinner at a place as nice as that just to be with my husband. There always had to be some special reason, and with Brent, somebody else had to be paying for it." He stepped closer to her. She threw herself into his arms, into a deep, lovers kiss. When there lip lock had ceased, he continued to hold her, and said, "I've never seen you so happy, so exuberant, so lovely..." Swaying slightly in his arms, Cassie purred, "Woody, my husband forever, I've never been so happy in all of my life. I can't find the words to describe how I feel right now. Safe, secure, satisfied in every way possible. Here with someone who really cares about me and my happiness, my welfare. Who really cares about how I feel about anything and everything. I just enjoyed a leisure meal with my soul mate. Wondered through four jewelry stores looking for wedding rings. And, get this, my man made it clear that cost was not an issue, not that I would let him spend a whole lot. Gawd, I love you Woody Anderson, more than life itself." The lovers undressed each other. Then rolled onto the large bed and took their time pleasuring each other' body. They began their session in the missionary position. After her orgasm, they moved to laying on their sides, him behind her. She held up one leg, allowing him entrance as he gripped her breasts, one in each hand. Then, she brought them both to climax in the cowgirl position. As they lay next to each other, still panting, she whispered, "Woody my love? Ahh, I ah well, last night I gave you oral sex, I ah sucked your cock. First time for me... Ahhh, tonight, ummm tonight I will suck you up again. Then I want you to do my pussy for awhile... Ummm, Woody? I want you to take my ass. It would be another first for me. Brent was always wanting to do it there, too. But, I want you to have it. They say it can hurt like nothing has before. But, I want you to have it, maybe just this once, but I'll know that you have it. ... Okeh?" Woody was speechless. True, he was more sexually experienced than Cassie. However, he had never found a woman that wanted to do it there, and it was no big deal to him. Now, here was the love of his life offering her anus to prove to him that she was holding nothing back. Willing to give him everything a woman could give a man that she deeply loved. What could he do to reciprocate? While he thought about it, she moved down and took a position to clean his cock with her tongue. Then she sucked it up for action and mounted him again in the cowgirl position. With him completely up inside of her, she leaned forward on her stretched out arms and purred, "When I went into that drug store to get some toiletries, I picked up something called K-Y jelly. Among other things, it is for sticking a cock up an ass." She ended with a giggle. Then began moving up and down on his cock. She rose off him and located the jelly. Handed it to him and said, "Where do you want me?" He told her to get on her hands and knees. Then, he slipped his cock into her pussy and began pumping. While plunging in and out of her pussy, he began to work the K-Y jelly into her anus. Working both thumbs in he said, "Cassie? If you scream to much I will pull out, because I really do not want to hurt you. I am very satisfied with your vagina and mouth..." She turned her head toward him and little more than a raspy whisper, "Just do it my love. I want you to have it. So, take it, please. Fuck my ass, fuck it good..." With that he replaced his thumbs with his cock. In about four inches he began to stroke her ass. She thought, "It hurts like hell. But, I want him to have it. So, I'll just grit my teeth and bear it." In about six inches, her tight virgin ass brought him off rather quickly. When finished, he pulled out and lay on his side. She went into the bathroom and returned a few minutes later. Pushing him onto his back and cleaning him, she purred, "Now, you've got it all. I am all yours Woody Anderson. Until the day I die, I am all yours." She then laid down facing him. Head propped up on one elbow, he ran his free hand over her body. Then, with full eye contact and in a low tone of voice "I love you Cassie Anderson. With my total being, I love you. And yes, until the day I die, I will love you." ___________________________________________ Woody and Cassie caught breakfast at their motel, then checked out. Strolling toward his SUV, she said with her arms around one of his, "I can still feel you inside of me." "Where." he asked. "Everywhere you can stick it." she giggled. They approached the passenger side of the vehicle and as he opened the door for her he said, "Yeah, I know what you mean. But, I do prefer that snug vagina of yours." She was chuckling as she sat in the seat. Then commented, "It's now a custom fit for your cock only. And lover? That ain't gonna change. Not in my lifetime at least." Woody closed her door and went around to the drivers side. He still had a smile on his face when he slid in behind the steering wheel. Pulling out of the parking lot, he steered the SUV onto the highway, headed for Denver. About an hour up the road, Cassie received a call from Brent. Only the 20th or so call. She looked at Woody. He smiled and said, "Might as well answer it. You gotta talk to him some time and he sure can't touch you here." As she pushed the button to answer the call, he said, "But, do put it on speaker mode." She smiled and did just that. "Hello Brent." she said in a cheerful tone. "Cassandra? Why the hell haven't you returned my calls?!?" demanded Brent. Remaining calm, Cassie replied, "Because I didn't want to talk to you." "Bull shit, I'm your husband!" Cassie did not reply. "Where are you right now, Cassandra?" Brent yelled. "We're in Colorado." she replied, nonchalantly. "Where the fuck are you in Colorado, bitch?" Brent asked again, loudly. Woody answered in a calm tone, "South east of Denver." Brent yelled in a very belligerent tone, "Listen here, you two. I'm waiting ta board a plane ta Denver, right now. I will find both of you. Then I'll kick your ass, Anderson. Then, I'm gonna drag that bitch wife of mine back to Abilene with a dog collar an' leash. I'm comin' ta git what's mine." Cassie responded calmly, "I'm not your wife any more, dumbass. You screwed that up all by yourself when you stuck your cock into Allison. I wouldn't go any where with you if my life depended on it. You had yer shot an' ya blew it. I ain't even gonna say goodbye. 'Cause their's no good left in it." Brent, now a little calmer, said, "Ah come on Cassie. You don't mean that. Besides, I'm the one that got your virginity..." She cut him off with, "Oh but I do mean that Brent, I mean every word of it." Brent screamed, "No bitch. You belong to me, not to him." Again in a calm tone, "No Brent you've got that all wrong. I do belong to Woody. As far as the virginity thing, you're wrong there, too." Brent screamed some illegible words, she ignored them and continued, "Do you remember when I sent both you and Woody invitations to my eighteenth birthday?" There was silence on Brent's end for a few moments. Then he said in a calmer tone of voice, "What does that matter. I want your ass back in Texas, bitch, right now!" She looked over at Woody who was grinning ear to ear and chuckled, "Let me take you back to your freshman year at A&M. As I said, I had sent you both invitations to be hand delivered, so I know you got it. All you had to do was jump into the car with Woody and he would have brought you back to Abilene with him. But, you decided that one of your jock parties were more important than the eighteenth birthday party of what everyone considered your betrothed . You couldn't be bothered with my sweet sixteen party, either. So, I wasn't surprised when Woody showed up alone. That night I joined him in his bed and he got my vaginal virginity." They heard Brent scream "Noooo!" She continued, "Then night before last, I sucked him up twice..." Again they heard a scream of "Nooooo!" Again she continued, "Then last night, Ohh last night was so great. I gave Woody my ass." Then they heard Brent scream almost like a woman, "No, you bitch. You whore, you fucking slut. That was mine to take..." He went on to scream a litany of words neither Woody or Cassie could understand. Calming down again, he said, "That bitch of an lawyer of yours got the whole thing in the papers and T.V." Cassie, on a roll, laughed and said, "That's good to hear. But no Brent, it was never yours. You are too in love with yourself to ever qualify for anything like that. I should remind you that there is a restraining order against you. It's in your packet." "Legal bull shit." screamed Brent. "My dad said it ain't a damn bit o' good in Colorado." For the first time in the conversation, Woody commented, "Not quite true, Brent. You see Sid Weisman is a member of the bar in Colorado. So, he filed the order with the Denver police and the State Attorney General and the State Courts in Denver. It is now just as valid here as in Texas." Brent yelled, "Fuck you too, Anderson and your legal bull shit. I'm comin' ta Denver an' kick you ass an' bring my woman home. Cassie's mine. Git that through your fuckin' bean counter head, she belongs to me.." That got to Cassie. She shouted at the iphone, "Go to hell asshole. I am not your woman, your wife or anything like that. If I'm a slut, then I'm Woody's slut. When I git in bed with him, that's exactly what I wanta be. I don't ever want to see your face again. Listen to me carefully, asshole. I might just buy a gun and carry it with me all the time. If I ever see you, dumbass, you'd better run. 'Cause I'd be lookin' ta put two more holes in your head..." With that she terminated the call. Turned to Woody and asked, "How do I shut this thing off?" Woody was laughing at her out burst. Then said, "That little button on the upper left hand corner. Push it toward the back. That turns it to vibrate. Now, just put it in your purse and check your messages later." After they traveled on for a few minutes in silence, he asked, "You really gonna by a gun?" Cassie sat back in her seat and gazed down the road. Still in a huff, she said almost absent mindedly, "I don't know, maybe... My mom carries one, has a legal right to carry, concealed. Carries it in a special purse. It's a large frame Smith-Wesson revolver, knows how ta use it, too. ...three fifty seven mag, but, she has semi-wad cutter hollow points in it. They don't haveta go very far ta open up an' put a big hole in someone, bigger comin' out." He laughed and said, "I don't have the slightest idea what you are talking about. But, it does sound effective." Now relaxed, she laughed with him and said, "Doesn't have the knock down of a forty five ACP, or fifty caliber, but, it'll do the job." He chuckled, "Am I married to a ballistics specialist." She gave him that smile that he fell in love with so long ago. "My dad, in addition to being a hunter - shooter, is also a re-loader. So, I've spent a lot of time with him and my brothers in the basement helping him reload rifle and hand gun cartridges, an' shot gun shells. But anyway Woody, damn him. Brent wasted a whole lot of my life. Granted, you are definitely worth waiting for... But damn it, I would have married you right outta high school, found some meaningless job around Texas A&M. An' An' Woody? We'd have a couple o' kids by now.. It's just that I don't wanta hate him. That won't do you or me any good. It's just that... Oh I don't know..." Woody reached over and placed his right hand on her left thigh, "Remember what we learned in Sunday School so long ago. When we come to that 'Oh I don't know' place in life the best thing we can do is give it all over to our God, and move on." She flashed him that beautiful smile, again and purred, "Yes, my husband, you are very right. I will, I surely will. And, I have over these past few years given it up to our God. Knowin' that you were at the end of the dark tunnel. Well, it got me through the day." They rolled into Denver and Woody, having looked over a map of the city the night before, drove right to the hotel. It was where he was told that there would be a room already booked by this company for him and his "wife." Conveniently, it was the same hotel where the company was holding their event. Given Enough Rope Once in there room, actually a small suite, she peeled off her clothes. In bra and panties, she saunter up to him. "After talking to Brent today, I need my husband, my real husband. I need his cock up inside my custom fit pussy.." He gathered her into his arms and said in little over a whisper, "That sounds good ta me, my lady. Then we can get a shower, go get some lunch, then off to a mall. Since I am gonna introduce you as my fiancé, you need a ring on your finger. I called the senior partner of the firm and told him that I caught my wife doing it with two other men. That I was in the process of dissolving the marriage, and that I was bring my next wife with me to this event. We also need to find a dress for you. No, make that an outfit. I want my lady ta look good, tomorrow evening. I want her ta look exceptional, which she already is... We'll just amplify it some." ________________________________________________ As Woody presented the invitation, Cassie gazed into the large hall. A bit more elegant then what she was accustom, but the major difference was that she felt that she belonged here, that she fit. Maybe it was her outfit that made her feel so good about herself. Or maybe it was the $400.00 worth of hair, nails and make-up. Then again, maybe the difference was that she was not one of the stars of the show. She would not be up on the stage simply for her physical beauty, like some magnificent work of art. The man she now regarded as, for all practical purposes, her husband, her oh so handsome escort, was one of the stars, tonight. Woody took her arm and she heard the young man in front of them say, "Mr. Anderson, Ms Hopkins, please follow me to your table." They were led to a table up front. The young man, a few paces ahead of them, announced their arrival, "Mister Hollingworth, Missus Hollingworth, ladies and gentlemen, I am please to announce the arrival of Mister Woodrow Anderson and his fiance, Ms Cassandra Hopkins." Cassie's chair was pulled out for her and once seated, Woody's chair was pulled out for him. He was stunned to find that he was being seated to the left of Charles Hollingsworth, senior partner and CEO of the company. Once seated, a large right hand was extended to Woody, "Mister Anderson, Charles Hollingsworth." He gripped the hand in his right hand in the firm hand shake Woody was known for since high school. Charles continued, "So, I finally get to meet the Texan that I have heard so much about. Welcome to Denver, Colorado." Woody grasped his hand and said, "I'm pleased to meet you Mister Hollingsworth." Then looking to his left, Woody introduced Cassie as his soon to be wife. Charles extended his right hand to Cassie, "I'm pleased to meet you, soon to be Missus Anderson." He then introduced his wife, Martha Hollingsworth. Dinner was served and Woody chatted with Charles as Cassie looked around the room thinking, "I should feel right at home at an event like this. It reminds me a lot of the long road to the Miss Texas Pageant. All of those events just seemed to run together. My soon to be ex-husband pushed me into anything that he thought that would get the Hollywood scouts to notice me. They did, but that is not the life I want. The wife of Woody Anderson and the mother of his children is the life I want..." Then they heard what sounded like a problem at the entrance. Shortly thereafter the hotel's night manager approached their table and nervously said, "Mister Hollingsworth, sir, we have a young man out in the lobby who identifies himself as Brent Harris, up here from Texas. He says that his wife and her lover are in here. He demands to have us bring her out to him so he can take her back to Texas..." Before Charles could respond, Woody showed him a document on Woody's iphone and said, "Sir, this is a copy of a restraining order that he should have in the packet he was served containing the Petition to Dissolve their marriage. A lawyer in Texas, who is a member of the Colorado Bar, filed it with the courts and police here in Denver, and with the Colorado Attorney General's Office. All three agencies sent back confirmation of receipt and agreed to enforce the order. Security should call the police and have him arrested for violation of a restraining order. I'm sure that it is less than 250 feet from here out to the lobby." Hearing what Woody had to say, the manager was immediately on his cell phone, calling 911. After Brent's arrest, dinner proceeded uneventfully. As the dinner plates were being cleared, Charles, Woody and three others at their table joined a few others upon the stage for the presentations. Cassie found herself sitting alone on one side of the round table until Martha moved into Woody's vacant seat and asked, "Why would that young man follow you all the way up here to Denver?" Cassie smiled "Oh Missus Hollingworth, he is just a spoiled, rich brat. A little boy that might be getting older, but refuses to grow up. A juvenile that has all kinds o' trouble with the word 'No'." Martha laughed and said, "Yeah, there's a lot of that going around. I can assure you that we have more than our share right here in Colorado. However, our police are quite good at handling his type." She paused then said, "Do you let people call you Cassie?" Cassie shot her a big beautiful smile, "Sure, everybody I know calls me Cassie." "Okay, if I can call you Cassie, you can call me Marty. Deal?" Marty said, extending her right hand, which Cassie took into hers. The beginning of a long lasting friendship between the two women. Cassie went on to tell Marty the whole story. Beginning at the homecoming float during their junior year in high school, right up to their trip to Denver, sharing a bed for three nights. Marty asked, "You and Woody had sex?" "Oh Marty, I felt like his wife when we were in the lawyer's office. But, ya know? We don't just have sex. We make mad passionate love to one another. Then, we have loving, intense sexual intercourse." Marty sighed and said, "Sounds like my husband and I. Thirty five years of marriage and we are still very much in love. We show it to each other in the bedroom, often. And, we do what we need to do to keep it fun, alive." Then she started laughing. I just had a thought, "You and Woody gave them enough rope and they hung themselves.., and they did it together. At the right time and place. How convenient for you two." That started Cassie laughing. Then she said, "That's exactly what my dad said. He's the only other person in the whole state of Texas that knew what we were doing. Well, our pastor and his wife. Brent had ask my dad at least a half dozen times for my hand in marriage. But, when Woody explained the plan he agreed to let me marry Brent. He felt that it was a real big gamble, but it had a good chance of working out, and it did. He's a happy man right now. So's my whole family. They never really liked Brent or his stuck up family." A laughing Marty asked, "Did you have your fingers crossed when you said 'I do'"? Cassie squealed, "Yes!! Yes I did!!" The two women laughed together. Then Marty said, "That's quite a story. But, every strong marriage that I know, including ours, has a story like that behind it." Marty said, then beckoned the man with a tray of drinks. "Champagne?" she asked Cassie. "Ya know what Marty, I'm not that much of a drinker. But,I would like a bottle of beer." "That can be arranged. As a matter of fact, I think I'd like one, too. Any special brand?" "Well, I'm going to let my middle class leek out here. Miller High Life, please, in the bottle." "Nothing wrong with middle class, I'll have the same." "Glasses with the beer?" asked the waiter, coolly Cassie replied, "In a place like this, yeah, I think we should have glasses." Marty said to the waiter, "Yes, she's right. Two glasses, please." Then she turned to Cassie, "I like your style, girl. I'm sure you and I will get along very well. So, where are you going to be staying while Woody's in training?" "Tomorrow, Woody plans to get a hold of his roommate in college that's a C.P.A. up in a town around Fort Collins." "Fort Collins is 50 or 60 miles north of here. That won't work. The training is in our offices in Aurora, southeast of the city. No, No, that will not do, you two can stay with us." Marty looked up to see Charles and Woody returning to the table. "Here comes our men right now. I'll check with Charles. But, I'm sure it will be alright. We have about eight bedrooms and Charles and I only use one. The place would make a great country inn." __________________________________ Woody held the door to their hotel room open for a giggling Cassie. She skipped in to the middle of the sitting area and spun around to face him. He pushed the door shut, then in a few steps was close enough to wrap his arms around her. She wrapped her arms around him and purred, "You were well accepted here tonight, my husband." He looked her in the eyes, fondly, and in little over a whisper, "Correction my dear, we were very well accepted here tonight. How you managed to get an invite to stay at the Hollingworth's through out my training, and call her Marty. Wow, she's the queen bee around here. However, it pretty much guarantees a bright future for us at this company. Then, when we all parted this evening, you'd think the two of you had known each other for years. I do love you Cassandra, 'til my dying breath I will love you..." She rose up to bring her lips within four inches of his and before they locked lips she said, "I love you too, Woodrow. 'Til that instant that life leaves me I will love you." Arms still wrapped around each other, he said, "It appears that you were quite a hit with my team leader and his wife, Frank and Barbara Jones., And, I guess they are going to be guests of the Hollingsworth's too, for the weekend." She smiled, "Yes on both counts. Did you know that Barb worked as a waitress to get him through accounting school out in California. Some place called Turlock, in what she calls the Central Valley. They were both born and raised in a city called Modesto. Middle class like us, I might add." "California State University, Stanislaus. One of the best and least expensive accounting schools in the nation. If I were born in California, I would have definitely attended there. It's right up there with A&M. So, you Barbara and Marty seemed to get along very well." "Oh yeah, the three of us are going shopping tomorrow afternoon. Then, when we get to Omaha, Barb is going to show me all the best places to get the most 'in' stuff at the best prices. "Am I going to have to ask for a raise just to keep up with the Jones?" Cassie laughed, "Oh, I don't think so. Barb sounds like a real bargain hunter to me. She and Frank were dressed as well as anybody there tonight. But, I'll just bet a dollar to a dime that they didn't pay what most everybody paid for what they were wearin'. And Woody? Barb goes to garage sales. So does Marty. Barb does it about two Saturdays a month, weather permitting." "Okay, my lady. I love you. You were just perfect tonight, just perfect. By the way, Charles wanted to get the three of us guys together this weekend. So, with you three ladies going shopping tomorrow, it's going to work out exactly the way he wanted it." Woody said as he picked her up and dropped her on the bed. "Now it's time for us. We are to meet the Jones for breakfast at 9:30 - 10 o'clock.?" He glanced at his watch and whispered in her ear, "I think we could enjoy each other's bodies and still get a good nights sleep." She giggled "I like the sound of that. But first, I think we had better get rid of some clothes..." ______________________________________________ Brent Harris sat in his car across the street from one of the largest Baptist churches in Abilene. The wedding bells tolled and he knew it was over. Woody and Cassie were now officially husband and wife. A winner most of his life, today Brent felt like a total loser. The Colorado judge's lecture rang out in his mind, "It's all your fault!" said the judge. He went on to say that if Brent had any self control at all, he would not be in there in his court. That mostly likely Brent would not even be in Colorado. "What did you expect to accomplish coming here?" asked the irate judge. Brent had never been talked too like that. In all the scrapes he had with the law the longest he spent in jail was a couple of hours. In Denver, it was almost four days. He had come to Abilene with the intent to sneak into the wedding and make a scene. However, all the side doors were locked and Cassie's brothers were standing around the front entrance. He knew that if they got a hold of him, he would be the one that needed an E.M.T. When the wedding started, the brothers were relieved by three security guards. It was just as well. Still on probation, had he been caught outside the church trying to enter, he would have been arrested for violation of what was now a permanent restraining order. That would have brought jail time for sure and his career as an E.M.T. would be over. As it stood, he was on probation with them, too. At least he had accomplished one of his objectives in coming to Abilene. His counselors had told him that he needed to get "closure." Knowing that Woody and Cassie were officially married went a long way in getting closure, at least in Brent's mind. Glancing at his watch, Brent realized that he had to get back to Dallas and get ready for duty. Even five minutes late could weigh heavily on his probation. He started his car and pulled out onto the street thinking, "Maybe I should just take my anger management councilor's advice and forget about it. Just move on with life, without Cassie... But, she was suppose to be mine. Everybody said so... Oh well, maybe I can get a date with that cute nurse that just started on our shift." __________________________________________________ At the end of the reception line found Allie and a handsome young man who was a couple inches taller and looked a few years older. Allie hugged both Woody and Cassie and said, "Thank you for inviting me." The she clasp her hands and said, "You two look just so, so, just so right together. Oh, ah Woody, Cassie? I would like to introduce Richard Weatherby, M.D. Rick has asked me to marry him." She held up her left hand to show them her ring. "Our wedding day is about six months from now." Woody held out his hand to shake Rick's "Pleased to meet you, doctor." Cassie extended her hand and said, "Yes doctor I'm pleased to meet you. May I ask if you are related to the rifle and shotgun makers?" Rick smiled and said, "Yes ma'am, guilty as charged. I usually don't admit it unless pointedly ask, as you just did." Woody chuckled and said, "I'm not surprised that my dear wife would know that. Brent called on way to Denver a couple of days after he was served. Cassie ended the call by telling him that she was going to buy a gun and the next time she saw him, she would put two more holes in his head. So, after she terminated the call I asked her if she was really going to buy a gun. She said she might, that her mother carried one. Had a permit for it too. That it was a 357 mag, loaded with hollow points. She also mention 45 ACP and 50 caliber.." Rick said, "Wow, those are some knock down hand gun rounds. You wouldn't have to put two holes in his head. One would do just fine, most likely take out the back of his head while it was at it." Cassie was blushing now. Eyes cast down she said, "I know a little about guns." Regaining some of her composure, looked at Rick and said, "I was in a ladies rifle competition over in Dallas about a year and a half ago, shootin' amateur. So, I went and watched the experts. Weatherby's Jessie Duff was there. She's one crack shot. Took one of the top spots." She then turned to Allie, "You just have to introduce Rick to my father and brothers. We gave my father a Weatherby V for his last birthday. He thought he'd died an' gone ta heaven." Allie smiled, "I'll do that Cassie, for sure. Ah Woody, Cassie? My whole family wants to thank you two for going along with Sharon in keeping me and our family out of the news media. It may just had killed my father if Sharon had done to us what she did to the Harris'. Brent's mom still won't come into town. She stays out at their estate. Brent transferred to Dallas. It was brutal for at least a week, maybe more." Woody said, "Well, Cassie and I agree that you were as much a victim as you were a participant. That we would like to remain friends with you guys." Allie smiled big and said, "We would like that, we would certainly like that. Cassie? You and I should get together later and exchange addresses so I can send you guys an invitation to our wedding. Ah, Sharon and a counselor friend of her's have shown me how the use the whole event to become a better wife to my doctor husband. I know that I've grown up some from the whole ordeal." The photographer approached them and said that dinner was to be served in about a half hour. That he would like to round up the wedding party and get some pictures. Woody, Cassie, Allie and Rick agreed to talk some more after dinner and parted. ______________________________________________ As he merged onto Highway 20 east, Brent, in his car alone, almost shouted, "Screw marriage! Been there, done that, too confining. Now, I can go out and fuck who I want. Maybe I'll start with that forty something EMT on the other squad. She keeps flirting with me, and says stuff that makes me think that her husband isn't taking care of her like he should. She seems horny as hell, and now I can do something about it. Yeah boy, time ta move on with life, sticking it where I can as often as I can..."