3 comments/ 57670 views/ 4 favorites Once a Wife, Now a Concubine By: bucksilver This story is a spin-off of Costs of Forbidden Fruit Chap. 3 in the Loving Wives Section. It also mentions parts of the other three chapters. Therefore, it is advisable to read all four chapters. Chapter five of Costs of Forbidden Fruit, the concluding chapter, is in the works and should be posted soon. Leaving their final divorce settlement conference, Rita Walker stepped into the elevator with her attorney. "Well Rita, it's all over, short a signature from the judge. It'll get on his desk in the next couple of days. Then, you should get served with your final in a couple of weeks." Rita thought about it all for a few moments, "So, what you're saying is that I'm not his wife anymore, he's not my husband..." "Yep, the judge's signature is just his concurrence on what the two of you have already worked out." "Almost twenty years of marriage down the tubes. Damn, I feel like such a gullible patsy. I was the faithful one and now all I have to show for it is feelings of inadequacy and rejection. Like I was worn out, or substandard or something like that. Or, just not good enough anymore. The old model traded in on a new one. I come home from work sick as a dog one day. It was about lunch time and all I wanted ta do is take a shower, then go ta bed. But no, what do I find going on in our bedroom? My now ex-husband banging some little twit... In our bed!! That cheatin' son of a bitch...That started it all." The elevator doors opened and as they stepped out, Rita said, "I sure wasn't ready to find out what we were worth. Are you sure it's that much? I mean, wow, I'm gonna walk outta this marriage a very wealthy woman. But, the question keeps coming up in my mind, why was I still working? We sure didn't need the money. I could have quit ten years ago.." "That's what we found so far, Rita. There could be more, your ex has a lot of connections. So, there could be more money in other countries. We're going to stay on top of this for quite awhile. Anymore surfaces, we'll get in touch." "Well Marlene, you and your staff have done a fantastic job in getting me free of that jerk. You are worth every penny of your fee, especially since you got my ex-husband to pay for it. You guys find any more money, I'll happily pay a generous finders fee. And Marlene, any woman that I know that ever needs a divorce attorney, you'll get my recommendation." Rita and her lawyer parted ways to go to their cars. Walking toward the parking garage where her car was parked, Rita had feelings of failure and rejection sweep over her, she felt broken, damaged. Was that asshole ex-husband of her's right when he told her she had become fat and ugly? That she had a fat ass and that her big breasts reminded him of an old cow? Was she really that unattractive? Then a thought crossed her mind. "My ex's brother has wanted to get into my pants for more than twenty two years. At every family get together, he gets down a couple of beers, then finds the opportunity to try to get me on my back, legs spread. Or, his big ol' mechanics hands on my tits, or both." Nearing the parking garage, she pulled out her cellphone and found his work number on her speed dial. As she hit the "call" button, Rita made a mental note to blow off the Walker family phone numbers as soon as she arrived home that night. When he came on the line she said, "Hey, it's Rita." "Rita?!? How ya doin', babe? I hear you're finally dumpin' my brother for cheatin' on ya?" "Yeah, that sorry sack o' shit. We just signed the final property settlement, today. My lawyer says the judge will sign it in a couple of days. I'll have my final in a couple of weeks. Mike? Did you know anything about his cheating on me?" "Hell no, Rita. You know Paul and his double standard. He knows that if I'd caught wind of anything like that, I'd been over ta yer house in a hot minute wantin' ta fuck ya and, get my hands on those fine tits o' yours." "You still want too?" "Does the sun get up in the east? Hell yes. Rita! You've always had the finest body of any woman I've ever met an' a good looker. You coulda been one hellova porn star, if ya wanted too. When do ya wanta get t'gether?" "Does Michelle still have the ten ta six shift at the hospital?" "Yeah, she does." "Good, it's about eleven right now. Let's meet at your house at eleven thirty, OK?" "You got it Rita. Seeya at eleven thirty, my house." It wasn't the type of sex Rita preferred, it was rough. Mike gave her pussy a few minutes of finger work, then rammed his cock in balls deep on the first stroke. He went on to thump her hard with long, fast strokes. Rita's whole body shook when his hips met her upper thighs and butt cheeks. To her surprise, she actually began to feel the beginning of an orgasm. But, he went off before she could complete it. Rolling off to her side, he said, "Clean it off, suck it up and we'll do it again. This time you ride me." After making her feel somewhat attractive by drooling over her body as she removed her clothes, she felt that she could not say "no" to a second round. Rita went into the bathroom clean herself and came back with a wet cloth to clean him. With Mike sitting on the edge of the bed, he told her to get on her knees before him and clean his cock. Then she did something she would rather not do, she sucked him up and ready for action while he moaned, "Ohhh gawd, Rita. That's some fantastic cock suckin'. I should have you give Michelle some lessons." When Mike was up and ready, he moved to where the head board supported his back in a semi-sitting position and said, "OK, Rita. Mount that cock and fuck it while I play with your big, beautiful tits." She straddled him and guided his cock up inside her wet pussy and began moving up and down on his shaft. He took a firm grip on her melon sized tits "Oh yeah, Rita. You know I've always wanted ta git up inside of you and on my hands yer big tits since our first date. That's some good pussy and fantastic set o' tits you've got there." he said as he roughly pushed them together and squeezed. "I always thought my brother was really smart, being a CPA an' all. But, damn, what he did ta you... Oh babe, you're good, keep ridin' that cock. Oh yeah, baby...Lettin' you go... Well, I don't know if he's as smart as I thought he was. Oh Rita, yeah fuck that cock..." Continuing to ride his cock she asked, "You like those big tits, don't you?" "Oh you know I do, Rita, you know I do." "Then, go ahead, squeeze'em, knead'em, do what ever you want...Enjoy. At least I know somebody likes them." Now that she had some control, it was not as rough as the first time. Again, she felt an orgasm coming on. But again, he went off before she could finish. Out in her car, Rita felt well fucked. It could have been more satisfying. But, at least she felt better about her body. So, in that respect, it was worth it. She was no longer any man's wife and could have sex with any man she wanted. Her thoughts turned to Michelle and thoughts of guilt for doing her husband. Built much like her, she was the one person in the family that Rita could really talk too. Feeling that she owed Michelle an explanation, an apology and a goodbye, she also knew her former sister well enough that she should do it face to face. So, Rita called Michelle's nurse's station and booked lunch with her that day at the hospital's cafeteria. Her next call was to book an appointment to check and make sure that her tubal ligation was still functional. Condoms can break and she had some lost time to make up. On Saturday, a few weeks later, Rita found herself home alone. Her son spent most of his time, especially weekends, at his father's apartment. Her daughter was with friends enjoying a weekend slumber party. In both of her childrens eyes their father was somehow the good guy here and their mother was the bad guy because she filed for divorce, breaking up the family. Rita had slept in and then spent another hour enjoying a bubble bath, including some expensive bath oils that she had saved for a special occasion. This was just that special occasion, she was finally free of that cheating bastard. She had given him almost twenty years of her life and never once strayed. If she had spurned one chance to cheat on him, she had turned away a thousand. Out of the bath, she dried herself, pulled on a pair of panties, threw on a robe, a pair of slippers and headed for the kitchen, thinking, "This is all I need to wear today. Gonna be nobody around here but me." In the kitchen at almost noon, she started some sausage and eggs, then a pot of coffee, thinking, "They all think that I'm the bad guy here. Well, they can think what the hell they want, I couldn't give a rat's ass what they all think. I'm not going to live with a cheater. If he had just come to me six years ago we might have worked it out. But no, he had to go behind my back and get what he thought he needed from someone else, cheating son of a bitch." She pushed the two eggs on to a plate with the sausages, grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down to enjoy her brunch, alone. About half way through her meal, she heard the front door bell ring. Rita opened the door to find her daughter's boyfriend, Doug Reilly, standing there with an envelop in his hand. "Dougie? Come on in, it's cold out there." He stepped in, she closed the door and said, "Ah, Abbey's not here, neither is Ryan." "I didn't come to see them, Missus Walker, I came to see you." Not giving much thought about how she was dressed, she said, "Oh well ah, come on in. I just made my self some breakfast, or lunch, or whatever... Are you hungry? I could make you some lunch?" Doug was hungry, alright. But, not for food. He was there to fuck Rita. "No ma'am, I'm not hungry." Almost back to her seat at the counter, she said, "You can drop the ma'am stuff and call me Rita." Continuing with her meal, she asked, "So Dougie, what's up?" "Well ma, uh Rita, about two or three weeks ago I ran into Ryan. He told me that you and his dad were in a messy divorce. That you were arguing over what you own and who's gonna get it. Then two weeks ago, I came down for my uncle's funeral. My mom sent me out on a couple of errands... Ah, while I was out in her car, I spotted you going into a house with a man that wasn't Ryan and Abbey's dad. So, I grabbed the digital camera my mom keeps in the glove box and went around to the back of the house. I found the room you two were in and got some pictures." Doug opened the envelope and drew out twelve revealing pictures of Rita and Mike fucking like rabbits. Rita looked at each picture. They were not bad. It was very easy to identify both people in the bed. She almost blurted out, "That was Mike, my ex-husband's brother and we did it after the final settlement conference..." But, she caught herself with the words at the tip of her tongue. His youthful attempt at blackmail amused her and she was interested in finding out what he wanted. She looked up at him with no expression on her face, "OK Dougie... So? What do you want?" Usually very quiet, slow talking Doug smiled, thinking, "This is gonna be easier than I thought." He took a deep breath, thinking, "She still might kick my butt out of the door when I tell her what I want." But, he went ahead and fired away, "I want to get it on with you, Rita. I wanta get my hands on those big tits of yours... But, mostly Rita, I wanta fuck you. Not just once either, a bunch o' times. I wanta fuck ya good with the longest cock ya ever had.." Rita chuckled, "How do you know that you have that long of a cock?" Doug quietly replied, "Ya wanta find out how long it is and what I can do with it?" Finished with her meal, Rita slipped off the stool and took her plate and coffee cup to the kitchen sink. She then turned toward him and allowed her robe to slip down to her elbows. When she was three or four paces from him, she wiggled her monster tits and purred, "These what you're lookin' for, big boy?" He stepped up close to her and wrapped his big, basketball player hands around her tits and whispered, "Yeah, they are. And, just as fine as I thought they would be. I hope Abbey develops the same body as her mother after a couple o' kids. I know that I'll never let her go like her dad did you." He dropped one hand down to the small of her back, drew her up close and kissed her. Rita was not quite ready for the length of his tongue and how it explored the inside of her month. Keeping a firm grip on one of her tits, he allowed her to pull back a few inches, "Wow Doug, I haven't been kissed like that in a long time. But ah, keep in mind the fact that I'm a couple of years older than your mother..." Doug smiled, "I know. But shit, I've had women in their thirties, forties... And, a few months ago I fucked a friend of my grandmother's. Tits almost as big as yours, little bigger ass. Same curves and she's fifty two. I really like fucking her and I know I am gonna like fucking your hot bod. I'd fuck my mom if she wasn't my mother." Rita looked at Doug in almost disbelief. Was this the quiet one. The thoughtful, shy boy that had been dating her daughter for almost three years. She was witnessing a completely different side of him. Additionally. the sheltered, work-a-day housewife was beginning to demonstrate a wicked side of herself. True to her ex-husband even through eighteen months of divorce, she now was leading Doug up to her bedroom, thinking, "I love it. I'm gonna fuck this kid on the same bed that I caught my ex-husband fucking that little twit. I doubt she was much older than Dougie." As they walked down the hall, she laughed and said to herself, "The first one is just for you, Paul. Then we're gonna do it for the rest of the afternoon. As long as Doug wants this hot bod..." Doug asked, "Pardon me, Rita. What did you say?" "Oh nothing. Just thinking out loud. But, Dougie, I want you to know that our first fuck is expressly for Abbey and Ryan's father. So, let's make it good. Maybe I should get the camcorder and send him a copy, what do ya think? Anyway, I want you to totally enjoy my body today and whenever. Come on and show me what you want a woman to do to you." After giving her pussy some fantastic oral work, Rita begged Doug, "Fuck me now, baby, fuck meee. You got that pussy wet and hot. Now, shove that big thing up in there, fuck me hard, fuck me deep." "Yeah Rita, I've been waiting a long time for this. Here it comes.." Doug at six foot four inches tall shoved a cock into her that was a little thinner than Paul or Mike's, but it was significantly longer. Also, he did it in a way that was more to her liking than either of the two brothers. She even liked the words Doug used to describe her better than Mike's version. Doug used terms like "Hot bod" or "knock out looks" even "really fine." And, most importantly, in his youthful sincerity, he said it like he meant it. Rita was already feeling better about herself. Another nice attribute about his youth, Doug lasted long enough for her to get it off. In their second session , he did her in four positions, bringing her to an orgasm in each one. In several ways during their afternoon of raw sex, Doug became the teacher and Rita the student. Compared to what she was getting from this nineteen year old, sex with Paul or Mike was simply boring. Leaving around five, he promised to come back that next morning. A promise he kept at about ten am. Staying until seven pm, when they heard Ryan's car in the driveway. -------------------------------------------------- Friday night and Rita was finally on her way home from her job at the Department of Motor Vehicles. On Fridays they were open an additional hour. But, to Rita, it felt like three or four. Both of her kids were at Halloween parties. So, she would have the house to herself tonight. It was a very strained environment when her kids were home with Rita. Both on their father's side , they could not wait for him to qualify for a loan to buy their mother out of the house and take back possession of their home. That would suite Rita just fine. With what she was getting out of the divorce, she could cash out a condo and live very well without any of the three of them. Approaching the house, she wondered who would do the cooking, laundry, house cleaning, shopping and the household accounting. Maybe they will have to hire somebody. "Well, that's a little upside to our divorce. It might bring about some job creation." she thought as she hit the button on her garage door opener. Waiting for her garage door to open, Rita thought about what she would do as soon as she was in the house. "A hot bubble bath tops the list. Then, I think I'll spend some more time looking for anything that would remind my ex-husband, and/or children, that I was ever here at this place." She had already dumped every picture she could find of herself in the fireplace insert. Then sat back with a bottle of her favorite beer and watched them go up in smoke. As she walked through the door from the garage to the house, she thought, "Maybe I should check the attic. After twenty years, I'm sure we've stashed something up there that will remind them of me. When I leave, they will know that I am gone, out of their lives, completely." After a totally enjoyable bubble bath, Rita made herself dinner and accompanied it with a glass of wine. Then, she went upstairs and found the entrance to the attic. There wasn't much to look at up there. She did find one box that contained some photographs, with negatives, and some other keepsakes of their marriage. Dumping them in the fireplace, she sat back with another glass of wine and watched them burn. A little after nine the house phone rang, it was Doug Reilly, "Dougie? What's up? I thought you were at your fraternity's Halloween party." "I am Rita, but we got a problem up here and I thought I'd call and see if you wanted to help us out of it..." "Maybe. What's the problem?" "Well, we had a couple of teachers doing a bit we call the black and white queens. The problem is, we just lost our white queen." Almost afraid of the answer she would get, Rita asked, "What exactly does a white queen suppose to do?" Doug explained the action of the queens and the princesses. That they always used condoms. "So, who were your queens?" She asked. "A couple of teachers from our old high school." "Oh Doug!?! Who are they?" "Nicole Williams and Christine Canfield." "Christine Canfield!?! Douglas, that's your coach's wife. How could you do that to her? How could you do that to him? The coach that made you what you are today. I know her well enough to know that she wouldn't even entertain the notion of doing anything like that... How did you guys get her, of all people, to do something as slutty as that? " A couple o' glasses of spiked wine an' some young cocks about every where we could stick'em once a week for about four months. But, she seemed ta like it. Anyway, the coach came for her. He's had her upstairs for more than an hour fucking the crap outta her. So Rita, ya wanta take her place as the white queen.?" Rita gulped down about half the glass of wine she was holding, "You sure they all will use condoms?" "I'm sure..." "How many will I haveta do?" "By time you get here, six or eight, one or two at a time." "I've never done two at a time. But, then again, until about a week ago or so, I'd only done it with one man. You got some white Zin wine up there?" "I'll make sure we do." "I won't wanta drive home tonight. You have a place for me ta sack out?" she asked, taking another gulp of wine. "Oh yeah." he replied, "You can sleep with me so I can fuck you in the morning." "I don't know if I wanta do it with you anymore, after what you just told me about Christine Canfield. You will apologize to them, Doug. You will apologize for what you did to her!" Once a Wife, Now a Concubine Doug realized that for forty one years old, Rita had one tight unused pussy. Also, he had taken a good cock sucker and made her superb. So, he wasn't about to give it up . Especially since he had his next target coming into his sights, her cherry ass, "Ah Rita... OK, OK, I'll do what I haveta do ta make it right..." "You might start with crawling, I mean it literally crawling..." "OK Rita, let me give it a couple o' weeks ta settle down. So, ya gonna come up an' replace her for us?" "Well..." She finished the glass of wine, "I probably shouldn't.. But, what the hell, sounds like it could be a real kick and I'll get some more opinions on my body. Let me get a couple of things together to stay the night. I'll be there in about an hour, or so." Waking up the next morning with a sleeping Doug's leg over her hips and one of his hands still gripping one of her breasts, she lay there thinking, "Damn, I feel like a slut. Those guys fucked the crap outta me last night." She glanced at her watch, and whispered to herself, "Close to seven o'clock. Well, I know one thing for sure, I'm still attractive to guys nineteen through thirty something... But, I don't think I wanta be a white queen at a frat house party ever again." Before dozing off to sleep she whispered, "I don't know how hookers and porn queens do it. But, I don't ever wanta get fucked like that, never again..." Doug talked Rita into staying the weekend. So, she enjoyed the frat house's hospitality, but did not tell anybody that she had no intention of ever again doing anything like what she did at their Halloween party. The hangover she had told her that she would never again drink that much in one evening, either. By late Sunday morning Rita found herself in the shower thinking about the great sex she had with Doug Saturday morning, afternoon, evening and earlier that morning. As the warm water flowed over her body, she thought, "Doug treats me right and gets me off. Damn, I've had more orgasms with him than I did with my ex-husband in our last three or four years of marriage, I'm sure. But crap, he's still less than half my age... I've gotta cut it off, bring it to a screeching halt." She allowed the warm water to beat on her back for awhile, thinking, "On Friday night, they called me the ultimate MILF... Mom I'd Like to Fuck, seemed flattering at the time. Well, they can 'like to' all they want. Now, I'm not so sure.. I do know a couple o' things for sure. I am not going to do that ever again and I have to break it off with Doug. If Abbey ever finds out...." As Rita joined the others for brunch, her approach was heralded by Brian, "Well looky here, our white queen is about to join us." Nicole Williams, the black queen, greeted her with, "Good morning Rita. How do you feel?" Rita blinked, then gazed her way, "Still hung over from Friday night and feeling totally fucked. I've never been so fucked and never that drunk, either. Then Doug fucking me some more on top o' all that, I still feel the hangover." They all laughed as Nicole stood up and handed Rita a glass of water and two little pills. "These will fix that hangover. Your body, give it a couple o' days and it will be back to normal." "Thanks... What are these anyway?" Rita asked before taking the pills. Nicole smiled and replied, "Morning sickness pills." "You're kidding, they looked familiar. I had it off and on with my first." Nicole sat back down in her chair, "They work good on a hangover. Especially when you're not used to drinking a lot at one time." Taking the pills, Rita said, "Well, that sure sounds like me. Also ladies and gentlemen, I don't think I've had that much sex in last three or four years... Damn, but ya know what? I think I was the first pussy for a couple of those guys that night..." Brian laughed and said, "As a matter of fact, yes you were and you really got them going. They both took turns with Nikki and the princesses." Nicole just smiled and Brian continued, "Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, I have the athletic director and four coaches coming here today at about one thirty or two. We will talk over a plan to get the fraternity some cover for our parties. I am pleased that both of our queens will be here to meet them. Rita smiled thinking, "I don't think this is the proper time to tell them that I am not going to do that queen thing again, ever." Rita watched as three men came through the front door of the frat house. Two were obviously coaches by the way that they held themselves and dressed. The third, a man of six foot two or three inches tall, dressed differently and held himself like he was the one in charge. "What a hunk." thought Rita. Broad shoulders, sandy hair and Oh, soo good looking. As he walked toward the table where Rita was sitting, she thought, "Oh wow, he looks like a Greek god something like that. I'll bet he played football or basketball in high school and college, was good at it too." The man walked up to the vacant chair next to Rita, pulled it out and before he sat down, he looked her over and said so all could hear, "Lovely, just the way I like them." She smiled, he sat down and then held out his right hand toward her, "Art Hamilton..." Feeling as giddy as a seventeen year old girl that just had the high school quarterback talk to her, she almost forgot her first name. Rita's dark brown, Italian eyes sparkled, the "hunk" actually spoke to her. Placing her hand in his, she managed to stutter "Ah, ah, Rita. Ah, it, it's ah Rita Walker. Ah, pleased to meet you." Art smiled, "Oh, the pleasure is all mine." Thinking, "I know who you are, Rita Walker, white queen. I had my lawyer in his office yesterday. He downloaded your entire divorce file and a lot of other info. about you. Yeah Rita, I think we will both be pleased to meet each other." However, he would get her to tell him what he already knew just to test her integrity. When everybody he wanted to be there had taken a seat, Brian stood up and announced, "Well ladies and gentlemen, we are all here. I think it would be a good idea if we all introduced ourselves.." After introductions and almost an hour of negotiations, Art turned to Nicole, the recording secretary, and asked her if she had gotten all of what was said. She answered that yes, she had it all and would get everybody a copy by email. Art turned to the others, "Everybody get your email address to Nicole before you leave." Then he turned to Brian, nodding toward Rita said, "I'll tellya what, Brian. Give me this lovely young lady for an hour or two and that should seal the deal." Brian turned to Rita and asked her, "You up for that?" Rita had been admiring Art all through the negotiations. Appearing to be a few years younger than herself, she was totally intrigued by this "Greek god." Already wishing that she could somehow get Art into bed, her response could not have been quicker, "Oh sure, I mean, I'd love too, Brian. If that makes the deal. Ah, who's room should we use?" Brian replied, "Use the one you've been sleeping in the last two nights. That cool with you Doug?" Doug just waived his hand and nodded his head, "OK." He stood up with Art and Rita and said, "I'll go up there with you. I need ta get my book bag. I have some stuff ta get done for a class tomorrow." When Doug had gathered what he needed and left the room, Art and Rita were almost undressed. When Art was down to his boxers and Rita down to her panties, he took one of her ample breasts in his hand, gripped her ass with the other hand and drew the 5' 4" woman up off her feet for a deep kiss. When their lips parted, he allowed her to slip back down on her feet. She gasped, "Oh this is gonna be good. I've never been swept off my feet like that. Oh yeah, baby, please continue..." After Art gave Rita the best sex she had ever experienced and she gave him her ass "cherry." He went on to bring her to another orgasm that was different, yet every bit as intense as the previous climaxes. As her orgasm began to subside, he kept stroking her ass and said, "Just my cock in your ass from now on. Isn't that right, Rita? Nobody else, just mine, right Rita?" Her hands gripping the edge of the bed, she cried out, "Yes lover, it's all yours. Only your cock in my ass and pussy. Only yours..." He pounded her ass until he finished. When he had pulled out, she turned around to face him. Sitting on the floor, she rested one arm on the bed. Looking up at him, she said in a raspy tone, trying to catch her breath, "I've never been totally fucked like that... Oh my gawd, I've never been fucked by a real man before either, I guess...I think Doug was setting me up to take my ass, but he never ask for it. Now the whole body is yours..." He stood up, towering over her and said, "Your not completely broken yet. But, when I'm done with you, yeah babe, when I'm done you'll be a complete woman, my woman! My concubine! And Rita, my dear, something to remember for the future... I really don't like that word 'fuck', OK? For now on, that's not what I will do to you. But, I will give you quite a bit of deep, loving sexual intercourse." Rita smiled, struggled up and sat on the bed, "Sounds good ta me. Why don't we get a shower, go down ta my place and I'll cook us some supper. Then you can finish the task of making me your woman, your concubine." Both still nude, he drew her up into his arms and said, "Rita my little doll, that sounds good." Kissing her, he continued, "There are three things I want from you that I am not getting from my wife. First item is sex, second is conversation and the third is home cooking. I love my wife and I know she loves me. But, she is so caught up in caring for our kids, university society and the on-campus charity that she runs... There is just no time for us." Rita smiled and ran her fingers up and down his chest, "I can do that for you. It would seem that I've passed the test for the first item. Now, follow me down to my place and I show you some real good cooking and conversation. Plus some more of the first item." ------------------------------------------- Rita packed a few remaining personal items into her car. With the divorce final, the refinance on what was once their home had funded. Her ex-husband had complied with the court approved asset settlement and bought Rita's equity in the house. He also reimbursed her for what she had paid her attorney. Both of her children stood in the driveway watching her pack the car. "Mom?" wined Abbey, "I'm sorry for those things I said last night when I found out that you had sex with Doug. Ah, mom? We don't want you to leave... Please...." Then for the couple hundredth time, "Mom? Can't you an' dad just patch things up?" Ryan took a step toward his mother, "Mom? Will you let us know where you are, where you will be living?" Rita stopped packing, stood up straight and looked right at them , "Look you guys, I am not your father's wive anymore. I am just his ex-wife. I have papers signed by a judge that says just that. Now, it is a historical fact that I am your mother. But listen to me carefully, I do not feel much like your mom, right now... You both have been on your father's side during this whole messy affair. I was true blue to your father all through our marriage. He's the one that cheated on me... Five times in six years. Talk about feeling like a mushroom. I was kept in the dark and fed nothing but bullshit. You two knew about the last two affairs and found it convenient not to tell me." Rita stuck the last box in the back seat, closed the door, got into the driver's seat, started the car, rolled down the window and said, "I'll shoot you an email..." Put the car in gear and left them standing in the driveway, leaving nothing to remind them that she ever lived in that house. Their marriage license was in her lawyer's file and she had even burned the certificate signed by the pastor that had married them. As far as her ex-husband and children were concerned, Rita did not simply leave, Rita was gone, out of their lives. She did not stop loving her children like she did their father. So, she would maintain some contact with them. She might even send them a Christmas card. On her way to the interstate Rita thought back on her married life. She realized that she was to blame for part of the deterioration their family. That lack of communication is a double edged sword. That it takes two to make a marriage work and two to break it. However, it was a little late to try and second guess the whole thing, hind sight being 20/20. Still, she couldn't help but think back on some of her feeble attempts to generate some communication within her family. One instance came to mind relating to their evening meal. She had noticed that they all came to the table ate what Rita had prepared, then got up and left the table. Hardly a word spoken among the four of them. She decided that she would at least try to get them to comment on the food. So, one day she prepared a tasteless meal. Using absolutely no seasoning, the over cooked food was placed on the table. They goggled it up just like any meal before it, making no comment as to its quality, or lack thereof. The next day Rita presented a well seasoned, gourmet meal. Again, they gobbled it down with no comment, whatsoever. Where had she and her ex-husband gone wrong with their children? A son, graduating with a three point eight grade point average, attending city college just to figure out what he wanted to do in life. A daughter who spurned her mother's attempts to teach her how to cook, do the laundry and other household chores. Stating that she didn't feel that she needed to know how to do such mundane activities. Yet, this was the same daughter that made it very clear that all she wanted to do in life was become Doug Reilly's wife and mother of his children. "Oh well..." Rita thought as she pulled onto the ramp leading to the interstate highway. Rita entered the interstate highway headed toward the university town thinking, "I am no longer Paul Walker's wife. I am now totally and irrevocably Art Hamilton's concubine. I will live where he dictates I should live. I will strive to be the woman he wants me to be." She had given herself to Art in every way possible, hold nothing back. He had replaced her wedding bands with a half inch wide gold band of possession. She glanced at the band on her left hand as she pushed some of her long black hair out of her face, thinking of Art's comments about the waves, curls and ringlets that cascaded down well past her shoulders. His comments about her hair, such as "It gives you a very sexy, Mediterranean mystique," or her body, "You have an inviting hour glass figure. Your sparkling eyes and genuine smile just turns me on," had gone a long way in restoring her self esteem and self worth. He also had pumped her self confidence by complementing her cooking and actually listening during their conversations. Leaving the interstate, Rita caught a red light, giving her time for a quick review of the route to her new condominium. The Hamilton's had invested in the construction of the complex and were given a two bedroom unit as part of the return on their investment. Art had shown it to Rita a couple of weeks before and told her that she would be placed on the title and have full membership in the complex. He had chosen the signing of the transfer of title the week before to introduce Rita to his wife. As she turned onto the road leading to the main gates of the complex, Rita grabbed her purse to dig out the code to open the gate. Only doing it once before, she was thrilled when the gate opened on her first attempt. Passing through, she thought about the dynamite gym at the complex, "Maybe I can get a couple of inches off my 40 inch hips and ass. Some off my tummy would bring my waist down around 26 or 27 inches. Nothing off the double E's hanging on my chest. He likes them like that." Approaching her unit, she thought back the day that she met Art's wife Patricia. It was a little tense at first. However, Rita , up front and direct as she is, thrust her right hand out toward Patricia, smiled and said, "Hi, I'm Rita, your husband's concubine." Patricia responded with a little hesitant smile, then said in her soft, gentle voice, "Hi Rita, I am glad to finally meet you. My name is Patricia, but you can call me Pattie." Rita would find later that Pattie knew that her husband planned to take a concubine. That she knew as much about Rita as he did the Sunday Rita became his possession. At the "after signing for the property" dinner, the two women agreed that they could either become the worst of enemies or the best of friends. Already feeling at ease with each other, they chose the later. Removing the last few items from her car, Rita thought about what she would serve for lunch with Pattie the next day. Spreading the boxes through out the condo, into their respective rooms, she threw herself into the over stuffed chair in the master bedroom. She sat there trying to decide between a bottle of beer or a glass of wine, when her cellphone rang. It was her master, Art. Answering the phone, she purred, "Good evening, master." "Good evening, Rita. How are you, tonight?" "I'm good, master. How are you?" "Real good, Rita. This is one of those nights when Pattie has one of her charity events going on... Way too many bleeding heart liberals will be there for this right wing radical. So, get yourself ready for action. Then we'll have some dinner. Do you want me to pick up a couple o' steaks?" "Yeah, that'd be nice. I have everything else." "Wine?" "Oh yeah, you set me up real good. We have Cabernet and Merlot in the rack. Either one will go with beef." "Good, give me twenty minutes to a half hour to get there." After she terminated her call with Art, Rita hustled into her bedroom, stripped and took a shower. Once dry, she slipped into a robe, a pair of slippers and dabbed on some of his favorite perfume. A half hour after his call found Rita at the front door of her condo, robe open, waiting for him. Upon his arrival, as per usual, he swept her up off her feet and gave her a long lingering "hello" kiss. Making her hot and wet between her legs well before they started toward the bedroom. Rita rose from her knees after sucking Art up hard and ready for action. As she spread out on the bed, she thought about how much she enjoyed the taste of her man and the feeling of him expanding in her mouth. After placing a doubled pillow under her hips, he gripped her chubby legs at the knee and spread them as far as he could. Then he went on to work her pussy with his tongue, driving her into an intense clitoral orgasm. Before her heavy breathing could subside, he slipped his cock deep inside her waiting pussy. She moaned, then purred, "Hummm, that feels soooo good. Just ta have you so deep inside of me and your body so close... Oh yeah, master. Oh yeah, do it to you little concubine. Do it to me good, ahhh yes..." Every stroke finding her G-spot on it's way in and out, she squealed with ecstasy as her orgasm rose to its pinnacle. Before her orgasm subsided he rolled them over, taking a firm grip on her tits, he helped her move up and down on his shaft. Not as long as Doug, a little longer than Paul or Mike, Art had them all beat in style, experience and caring about Rita. He simply knew what to do with what he had quite a bit better than the others and cared about what it was doing for her. In their second session, Art took Rita through three different positions. Then, he leaned up against the headboard and impaled her on his cock, her feet together behind him, hands on his shoulders. In this position, he played with her big tits and her mind. He also told her how to move her pelvis to send sensations up through her body that rivaled any of her orgasms with him. Rita was in ultimate sexual ecstasy. If there was anything about her that he did not already possess, she gave it up to him at that time. Once a Wife, Now a Concubine Leaving Art in the shower, Rita went into the kitchen to prepare dinner. She did not feel "fucked" like she did with Mike or the boys, she felt completely satisfied, fulfilled. Humming a lively tune, wearing only his dress shirt, she felt as if she were floating a couple of inches off the floor. Just as she removed the baked potatoes from the microwave, he came into the kitchen wearing only a t-shirt and boxers, "You sound happy. How do you feel, m'lady?" Rita stopped and looked at him, smiled big, "Oh m'lord, I feel great, better than great, I feel fantastic, couldn't be better. How do you feel?" Art drew out a bottle of wine from the rack and as he opened it said, "I feel very good, yeah, more like fantastic. You my dear Rita are a great sexual partner and a great person. I think we had some deep sexual intercourse this evening. I'm convinced that your ex-husband must have lost sight of what he had. I know what I have in you and I promise that I will never let you go. I will also promise you this, Rita, like my wife, you are both mine until you die. I promise you something else, my lovely little concubine... I will literally destroy anybody that tries to in anyway come between you and I." He poured them both a glass of wine and handed her one. Still standing in the middle of the kitchen, Rita accepted the glass of wine, took a sip, then looking right at him purred, "Those are three promises that I have no doubts you will keep. You who possesses everything about me, I promise that I will never forget the fact that I have nothing to give another. That I need your permission to allow anyone to get past a hand shake." Art brought his glass up and met hers with a "clink", "Good, something else I want you to never forget. .. I will always be here for you Rita, always. Another thing, my dear concubine, I didn't plan on you calling me master, my lord or anything like that. But, I have to admit, I like it. However, you don't have to do it, if you don't want too." After their toast, she smiled and purred, "I love you my lord Art Hamilton, with all my heart... Now master, please light the candle, move that bottle of wine to the table and take a seat. Let me get this dinner on the table." The lovers chatted and laughed during their dinner. Then she brought up the lunch with his wife Pattie that next day. He said, "She is really looking forward to it. As skeptical as she was in the beginning, on the way home from dinner the other night, she told me that I had made a good choice. That you two decided to become best friends... She's never had a best friend, lot of acquaintances, we have a party list that doesn't quit." "Neither have I..." she said in a low tone. Then repeating herself in a more audible tone, "Neither have I... But, I am certainly looking forward to our lunch tomorrow. We are gonna have lunch here. Then we will diagram the living room. Annd then, and then m'lord, we will go out a find some furniture for it. Pattie's the one that told me where to go for the bedroom set. You like?" "Oh yeah, I like. Especially with you spread out on the bed, nude... It's one very sexy bedroom, that turned me on something awful, yeah I like a lot... Oh, and by the way, Pattie's favorite lunch is spinach quiche with a glass of Chardonnay." "Thanks for the tip, I make a mean spinach quiche I know that she'll like. And, you filled my wine rack. So, you know I have a couple of bottles of Chardonnay down there. But, I promise we won't drink it all, tomorrow." Art laughed, "Well, I'm sure glad to hear that." Laughing with him, Rita then said in a serious tone, "Ah, I would like to change the subject. Something on a serious note. Ah, you and Pattie knew all about me including that Halloween party when you arrived at the frat house that Sunday afternoon, didn't you?" "Yes, why do you ask?" "Did you know that I replaced Christine Canfield as the white queen, because her husband came for her?" "Yes we do. You should know that Pattie and I are very good friends with the Canfield's. Ted was the basketball coach at the first high school job I had out of college. Chris and Pattie are friends and Ted wrote a great letter of recommendation that I'm sure went a long way in helping me get the job I have right now." "Oh OK, well, Christine and I worked together a lot when I was a parent volunteer in the sports program. We both have sons named Ryan and they were both basketball players. Ah, I was just wondering if you knew how she was doing? I caught just bits and pieces of it all. But, it seemed so contrary to the Christine that I know." "She's better now. We had them up for a house party last Saturday. They are going to get passed it, still married, even stronger. But, Ted keeps her close. At dinner when the wine was being poured, she asked him if she could have a glass. He told her that she could have one and no more for the rest of the evening. She stayed right with him all through the party. Yeah, he keeps her close. Pattie called her that Sunday after the frat party, while I was at that meeting in the frat house. Pattie said Chris was a real basket case. That they talked for about an hour, through which Chris cried a lot. About all she could say about it was that she was still Ted's wife and that he was not going to file for divorce. But, I guess he really put her through the ringer. Ted told me that he knocked the slut right outta Chris. He used that word I don't like very much and that I've never heard him use before, but anyway..." "Chris is such a sweet and genuine person that I just never thought would ever get involved in something like that." "Yeah, I know what you mean by that. Maybe, somewhere along the line you'll get to ask her yourself. Right now, we are just trying to support the whole family and help them get passed it, intact." Art paused, then placed his hand on her forearm, "Rita? One more thing. You told me that your ex-husband said that he thought you were fat and ugly. Well, Pattie and I agree that you are not fat and you are certainly not ugly. You are a very attractive, sensual woman." As tears weld up in her eyes, she whispered, "Thank you and Pattie. I needed to hear that from you guys, I really did..." After dinner and a little more conversation, Art helped Rita clean up the dining room and kitchen. Then he led her back to the bedroom and spent the next couple of hours showing her more of what a man could do to pleasure a woman. He also gave her an advanced course on what a woman could do to pleasure a man. The former work-a-day housewife had fully emerged from her pumpkin shell. She was now fully and entirely Art Hamilton's concubine. -------------------------------------------------- Saturday morning, eleven AM, Rita opened the front door of her condo for the blond haired, blue eyed Pattie Hamilton. Hair meticulously styled, fingernails professionally done, rocks on her left hand sparkling in the intermittent sun light, even in casual clothes it was obvious that she was well-born, married to a relatively high paid man. "Right on time, Pattie. How ya doin'?" Rita asked as she took Pattie's coat. Except for the similarity in height, the two women were physical opposites. Rita with her "hour glass" figure, long black hair and Mediterranean complexion. Pattie, even after three children was still a 34C at best, 26 inch waste and 34 inches around her hips and ass. All covered with angelic white skin. In the sun, Rita turned copper tone, Pattie turned red. However, mentally to two women had already found quite a bit of common ground. In the near future, the two would find themselves best friends, joined at the heart. Coming close to finishing their lunch, Rita rose from her chair, "More coffee, Pattie?" "Yes, I would, thank you." When Rita returned with the coffee pot, Pattie leaned back in her chair, "Rita, this has got to be the best quiche I have ever had. Art says that you are a great cook. Well, if this is any indication, wow, I certainly agree." After Rita poured them both more coffee, she said, "My mom is full blood provincial Italian, born on a dairy. She taught me how to be a wife, including how to cook. I used what she had taught me and tried some domestic dishes like this." "It's remarkably good. How are you at cooking turkey?" "I did it for nineteen years, no complaints..." "Good, very good. You know, next week is Thanksgiving. We would like it very much if you would come to our house and cook the dinner, I'd help. That's unless you have other plans?" "Other plans, yeah sure." Rita chuckled, "If that includes a lonely dinner for one a some coffee shop, then yeah, I have other plans..." Rita looked right at Pattie, "But then again, I can't think of any place I'd rather be on this Thanksgiving then cooking dinner for the Hamilton's." "So, can I take that as a yes?" "Sure, I'll even help you eat it." Pattie laughed, "You betcha... We plan on having you share our table. Why don't you come over after work on Wednesday and plan to stay through the weekend. Art said you know the Canfield's. They are coming up for a visit the day after Thanksgiving. He said that you were aware of some of the recent events and that you and Chris had worked together at the high school." "Well, count me in, Wednesday after work I'll be there. But yeah, Christine and I worked together when I was a parent volunteer. One time two players missed the bus, my son was one of them. So, she and I drove them to the game about a hundred miles south. We had a lot of time to get to know each other. For some reason, I wasn't surprised that Nicole Williams got involved with something like that, she seemed really bored with her marriage. But Christine? Not the person I know..." "Yeah, that's the way I looked at it. But well, I'll let Chris and Ted fill you in." "Thank you Pattie. They're a neat couple of people, so I would really like to hear it from them. Ahh, not to change the subject or anything, but ah, Pattie? Ah, did you know anything about how much I am worth?" "Ah, not really. Ah, Art keeps me informed about what we are doing, investment wise, like this condo complex, and his stock market moves and he mentioned that you came out well, financially in your divorce. But, he didn't get specific." "Pattie..." Rita place her hand on Pattie's wrist, "After the forty grand I put down on my beemer and according to Rick Colson, you guys' C.P.A., I'm worth a net eight hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Historically, that makes this a unique concubine experience. According to Art, my net worth is about forty percent of my master's. That son of a bitch that I was married to... Damn him, I ask if I could quit work eight or ten years ago. He said that we still needed my income, we didn't, that bastard..." Pattie leaned over toward Rita, "I'm sure that really pisses you off. But, you're gonna get the last laugh. Art tells me that you can retire in a couple of years. That you won't need the money and it's obvious that you don't need what you are earning right now. So, he plans to give me a certain amount every month that he calls my mad money. He says that he will match what ever you get and that you and I can go out and spend our money any way we want too. Not being much of a night person, I thought we could just go shopping and check out the chic, expensive restaurants for lunch. We could check to see if any of them make a quiche anything close to what you do." "I am definitely up for that. It sure sounds like an idea your husband, my master would come up with and I love it. Gawd, I love him." "So do I." said Pattie, ever so sweetly. ----------------------------------------------------- Returning to her condo after furniture shopping with Pattie, Rita's cellphone rang. It was her ex-husband, Paul Walker, "Hi Rita, how ya doin'?" he asked cheerfully, almost out of character. "One helluva lot better, now that the divorce is final. So, whadyawant?" "Ah Rita, you don't have to be like that. I was just callin' ta see how you're doin'. How's that new office working out for you?" "My man pulled some strings and I got a jump of two pay grades, I'd say I'm doing fantastic. They made me the assistant manager. Anyway, why the call?" "Mom ask me to call and invite you to Thanksgiving dinner." Rita laughed, thinking, "Why would she do that?" Then said, "Tell your dear mother that I'm sorry, I have other plans. I've been invited to spend it with the Hamilton's." "Oh, is that the guy that made you his concubine, or should I say, his personal whore?" Rita laughed again, thinking, "You sorry sack o' shit." She answered him with, "Ya know? That shows me clearly the difference between two of you guys. You on one hand, treated me like your housekeeper slash whore, who actually paid you, in the form of my entire income, for the privilege of living with your cheatin' ass. On the other hand, there's my man. He loves and respects me as he does his own wife. Who, by the way is now my best friend and just left after a really fun lunch and some furniture shopping. My man has made me very aware of my present financial condition and put me with his own C.P.A. Oh, and by the way, my man helped me pick out and negotiate the purchase of a brand new version of that B.M.W. I've always wanted., such a fun car to drive... So, bottom line... And, I know you always want to hear the bottom line... Well, it goes like this.., I'm not part of your family, because I'm not your wife anymore. Annd, most importantly, I don't love you anymore. So, good bye Mister Walker, have a good life without me..." With that she terminated the call and went looking for the customer service number for her cellphone provider, so she could change her phone number, thinking, "Once I loved that man more than life itself. What happened to that loving, caring man that would go to such great lengths to keep his promises? What did I do? Or, not do? Oh well..." Once she had made the changes on her cellphone, Rita booted up her computer. Rick, her C.P.A., had set up a generous internet trading account for her. Then he taught her how to play a fun trading game called Shorting the Stock Market. The high flying New York Stock Exchange had become her favorite. As she waited for the computer to boot, she pondered her current status. Did she have much of a future as Art Hamilton's concubine? Rita did not have the slightest idea. So, she decided to take life one day at a time. As to looking into the future, she would look as far as Thanksgiving and the covering of her short sales in the stock market. Logging onto her trading account and looking over her short positions, she thought, "Ya know Rita? As of today, life is good. Who knows about tomorrow."