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That Phrase... Sylvia Ch. 01

By: mikoli5763



I knew the marriage I had thought was happy and as close to perfect as one could be was over as soon as I heard that phrase come out of Sylvia's mouth. You guys know the one I am talking about.

"Honey, we need to talk." Sylvia said to me that fateful Wednesday afternoon as soon as I entered the living room upon my return from work.

She was sitting in the overstuffed arm chair in the living room that she had dragged from its usual place in the living room arrangement so that it was facing my recliner with about six feet between the two. She was still wearing the clothes she had worn to work minus her shoes. 

I turned, walked down the hall to our kitchen, and grabbed myself a beer. My mind was going a mile a second with all sorts of ideas as to what my loving wife of the past eleven years had to talk about. The most prevalent one being she was going to tell me she had an affair and if she said that; our marriage was done.

She had that unhappy mixed with pissed look on her face I am sure every husband the world over has seen on his wife's face at one time or another. I forced a smile when I was beside her then bent down and tried to give her our customary kiss that we'd shared every day since we'd first lived together and throughout our marriage. She turned her head and my kiss landed on her cheek. 

I sat on the couch instead of my recliner and the look of shock that appeared on Syl's face showed me that my plan to upset her plan had worked. She started to rise from the chair but I motioned for her to stay where she was. I took a big gulp of my beer before I told her I was ready to listen to her talk.

"Don, you know I love you and don't want to hurt you; but I'm bored with our sex life and I think we need to do something to spice it up. I think we need to have an open marriage. We can date other people and tell each other about it afterwards. It will be new, exciting, and bring us closer together. 

"Please honey; don't look at me like that. It'll be great, I promise. It's only sex for God's sake, it's not like we'll stop loving each other.

"Donald, please tell me what you're thinking." Syl said to me with a look of apprehension mixed with hope.

To be honest, I did not know what to say because I was in so much shock. This was the first I had heard of her being bored with our sex life. I knew that after twelve years of having sex together, we both knew what and how the other liked what we did together when we had sex; and I had tried to be spontaneous and change things up, but she had never complained. I always did everything I needed to so that she came every time we made love and I knew she was not a good enough actress to be faking her orgasms. 

I knew her expressions, her sounds, the way her vaginal walls contracted and relaxed when she came and knew she could not fake those things. I knew the one time she did fake an orgasm because she wanted me to finish quicker than normal, but never let on that I knew. 

I also knew the way my wife thought and the things she was saying now would never have crossed her mind on their own. I also knew I could not come straight out and ask her where she got these idiotic ideas. I did not want to be with other women, though I had fantasied about it, and definitely did not want her to be with other men or to hear about her experiences with them. That was one fantasy I had never had and the very idea made me sick to my stomach.

I took a deep breath as I bent down and sat my beer on the floor at my feet before I looked at the woman I had loved for the last fifteen years. Memories from all of those mostly happy years came flooding into my head and I sat back and let them roll along.

I remembered the party where we had first met at the beginning of our sophomore year in college; the one a friend had dragged me to as had a friend of Syl's, the fact that we had talked the whole night away, and how we each seemed to know we had found our life partner which led to our dating, and the way we seemed to always be together whenever we were not in class or asleep in our dorm rooms. 

The heavy petting and other things we had done with each other's bodies short of intercourse because she wanted to be a virgin on her wedding night. Graduation, finding jobs in the same small town, moving in together to save us both money, the night she had abandoned her wish to remain a virgin, and given her cherry to me. The year of living in sin as both her parents and mine termed the most joyous and adventuresome time of our lives. 

Learning about each other and sex together, how to please each other, what we liked or did not like. Our wedding, honeymoon, buying the house we were currently living in, advancing in both our careers; all of those joyous memories rushing across the movie screen I had inside my head.

The hard, painful memories came along right behind the good ones unbidden, but endured because they were as much a part of the life I knew would be over unless I could derail the train I saw rushing toward me.

Our trying to conceive, the tests that determined I was sterile, the crying we had both shared from the news.

I remembered the death of her parents in a plane crash while they were on their way to Las Vegas for the first time and the memorial service with only pictures of them because the fire after the crash consumed everything except the metal pieces of the plane and the metal in the cargo aboard it. 

After the movie had ended in my head; a plan, however hasty, began to emerge from the chaos that remained inside my brain. 

"Why haven't you said anything before now, Syl? Can we talk about other things we can try to spice up our sex life? How about role playing? Can we try that? 

"The possibilities for role playing are only limited by our imaginations and you know how big my imagination is. Cheerleader and football player, or housewife and repairman, or even street walker and john; see Syl, I thought of those three off the top of my head. We can try anything you want without including other people. Please, tell me we can do anything else except an open marriage." I begged and pleaded with her as I watched the confusion, anger, and finally determination flow across her face.

"No, we're going to do it my way. Ronnie said you'd try and talk me out of it, but my mind is made up. We have an open marriage and that's the end of the discussion." Syl told me in the stern tone she got when she was determined and I knew three things at that moment. 

One): I knew who had put the idea of an open marriage in her head. Veronica Blake, nicknamed Ronnie, was a co-worker of Syl's and a well-known slut in our town who seemed to be proud to be one. 

Two): By her tone, it would be a waste of effort to argue anymore with Syl that evening.

Three): Unless I could somehow change her mind before she went too far, my marriage was over, the length of time before it was official being the only unknown factor.

Syl was wrong about one thing; our discussion was not over until I had my say. I stood up quickly and did not care that I had spilt my beer onto the carpet when I inadvertently kicked it. I walked around to stand behind my recliner so that I could look at Sylvia face to face. 

"Okay Syl, I know your mind is made up, but I'm going to try and change it. I listened to what you had to say; now it's your turn to listen to what I have to say. I don't want an open marriage, don't want you giving yourself to other men, and hope you're willing to accept the consequences of what you're about to do." I said to her as evenly as I could though I wanted to scream and yell at her.

"But Don..." She started to say before I held up my hand in the universal signal of stop.

"I wasn't done talking, Syl. You'll get your chance when I'm finished. I'm telling you point blank I don't want you to do whatever it is you're planning to do. If you're so bound and determined to go through with this, I get to make the rules.

"Rule Number One: You will not at any time have your "dates" in this house. If they come here to pick you up and you're not ready, they can wait on the porch or in their car. 

"Rule Number Two: You will not spend one red cent of our money for anything when it comes to your "dating". If the clothes you have now aren't sexy enough, let whoever doesn't think they are buy you ones they do think are sexier. Same goes with panties, lingerie, jewelry, shoes, perfume, or whatever. 

"The first time I find out you've spent our money on anything related to your "dating"; one of us will be out of this house, probably me, and the one left can see how well they can pay the bills on their own.

"Rule Number Three and it's the biggest and most important: I don't want to hear about what you do on your "dates". I don't want to hear about who the men or women are, where the two or however many of you there are go, and I definitely don't want to hear about the sex you may have with someone else.

"Why do you look so shocked, Syl? I don't know what you may want to try to spice up "your" sex life. How do I know if you're bi-curious or not? How do I know if you're interested in giving yourself to two men or more at the same time or not? Hell, until a few minutes ago, I didn't know you were unhappy with our sex life."

"I didn't say I was unhappy with it, I said I was bored with it. I think we're in a rut and want to change it up. I'm not doing this for me, but for us. Ronnie says it really turns Rick on when she goes out on a date and then comes back and tells him about all the naughty things she'd done. She says that they fuck like rabbits when she gets home and if it's on a Friday or Saturday night, they may not get to sleep until its daylight or later.

"Are you sure you want to keep Rule Number Three?" Syl asked me in her sexiest voice, which in the past, had led me to change my mind and see things her way; but didn't sway me that day.

"Yes, I want to keep Rule Number Three, Sylvia. You break it or any of the other two and I'm out of here; out of the house, out of the marriage, and out of your life. 

"I don't care what Ronnie says, I'm not Rick. I don't want to hear about your spiced up sex life, don't want to see you in action with other men, and I'll say it again, don't want you doing this. Now our discussion is over. I'm going out and I suggest you think about what you're going to do. Remember, there will be consequences if you go through with whatever you're planning." I said to her loudly as my anger overpowered my control of it.

I ignored her pleas for me to stop as I walked out of the living room and to the connecting door to the garage, jumped in my car, and left. I drove to the neighborhood bar and nursed a couple of beers for the next hour while I stewed in my anger then languished in my pain trying to find some solution to the mess Syl had put me in.

I knew talking more about it would only make Syl dig her heels in even more than they already were so I decided action was the only option left. No, I was not thinking of physically restraining her, I was thinking more along the lines of sweeping her off of her feet, something I had not actually had to do to win her heart those fifteen years ago.

All the floral shops were closed when I left the bar and the floral department of our local supermarket was my only option, but I managed to find a half dozen yellow roses, Syl's favorites, that were in good shape to take home with me as my first salvo in turning her around.

Syl was sitting on the couch with her cell phone in her lap and wads of tissue lying beside her on the couch and on the floor at her feet. Her eyes were red and her face was puffy and I knew she had been crying, probably for most of the time I was gone. Her face brightened briefly when she saw the vase with the roses in my hands only to be replaced with anger in the next nanosecond.

"Ronnie told me you'd try to get me to change my mind with gifts and false affections. It's not going to work, Don. No matter what you do between now and then, I'm going on my date Friday night. You might as well take those straight to the trash because I don't want them."

With my last plan of salvation shot down in flames by her words and attitude, I did not even try to control the rage that sprang up within me. I threw the vase as hard as I could in her direction, but high enough that she would have had to been taller than her actual 5'6" height for it to hit her if she did happen to stand at that moment. It was only luck that it spun upside down right when it was passing over her and spilled the roses and water onto her.

"FALSE AFFECTIONS! FALSE AFFECTIONS! I HAVE NEVER SHOWN YOU FALSE AFFECTIONS THE ENTIRE TIME I'VE KNOWN YOU, SYL! YOUR FRIEND IS LEADING YOU DOWN A DANGEROUS PATH AND I WON'T HESITATE TO TELL YOU I TOLD YOU SO WHEN THE REAL SHIT HITS THE FAN! 

"I'M GOING TO WATCH THE BASKETBALL GAME IN THE DEN! GOODNIGHT!" I could not help but yell at her as the tears began to flow anew down her face.

I stormed into the den, slamming the door then locking it behind me. I flopped down on my old yet still comfortable recliner and angrily punched the power button of the remote for the TV. I could not have told you which college teams were playing on ESPN that night the next day let alone now. I zoned out as a tornado of mixed emotions swirled around in my head. 

I was brought back to the present by Mother Nature's call. When I looked at the battery powered clock with mine and Sylvia's college's logo on it, I realized I had been in my trance for a couple of hours and my bedtime was only an hour away.

(Yes, I kept a bedtime. I was an early riser, always had been, and to get my seven hours of sleep each night; I tried to go to bed at the same time each night.)

I went to the downstairs bathroom and relieved myself then went looking for Syl. I found her in our bed with one of her flannel nightgowns on. In the past, they signaled she was not in the mood and I usually did not try; but if she was going out Friday night, tonight would be my only chance for one last taste of her sweet nectar and to feel her still tight pussy around my dick.

I went into the master bath and stripped off my clothes, placing them in the clothes hamper located there. I climbed onto our bed naked like I had for the entire time we had been together and Syl immediately turned away from me, turned off the lamp beside her and laid down with her back to me.

I snuggled up to Syl's back and began nuzzling her neck while I dropped my right hand down onto her right breast and began gently kneading it. She tried to push my hand away, but I was definitely stronger than she was and she finally gave up in frustration. I held onto her when she tried to leave the bed and used her movement to get her on her back in the middle of the bed.

"Stop it, Don. You know I'm not in the mood." Syl said in anger, trying to push me away while trying to squirm out of my grasp.

I ignored her and attacked her neck with my mouth. When I started licking and sucking on the side of her neck directly below her right ear, she stopped struggling and assumed a passive posture beneath me. I began kneading her 36 D's through her gown while continuing to lick and suck on her neck. When she moaned in pleasure, I knew she was mine for the taking. I quickly scooted down her body, bunched her gown up enough to get my head into the valley between her legs, and pulled her panties to the side so I could get my mouth on her by now wet sex.

I did not lick around her mound and outer lips like I normally did, going directly for her clit instead. I began licking it hard and fast with up and down then side to side licks. Her squirming returned, but this time it was from the pleasure I was giving her and not to escape. 

The familiar tiny squeal she gave out when she was close to cumming was my signal to up the stakes yet again so I latched onto her clit with my lips and began sucking on it like I would have one of her large nipples. Syl began to scream in ecstasy at that moment and I had to use all my strength to hold her to my mouth. 

My cock was rock hard, harder than I had felt it since my early teens, and when Syl started to descend from her peak, I crawled into position between her legs and slipped it inside her before she could react. I was balls deep in two strokes and again changed my usual routine and began slamming her hard and fast instead of slow and easy like I normally did.

I was not going to last long at that pace, but I did not really care if Syl came again or not. I knew it would be the last time my cock would be inside her if what I feared was going to happen Friday night, happened; and I was going to do what I enjoyed instead of what she enjoyed. I shot my sperm-less last load into Syl after five minutes of pounding her and was mildly surprised when she came for a second time when she felt my cockhead pulsing inside her as my seminal fluid burst from it. I held my cock buried to the hilt after the last spurt until it began to soften, pulled back from her valley, and wiped our combined juices on the bottom of her gown before flopping down on the bed on my right side away from her.

Syl huffed in anger before literally jumping off the bed and stomping into the bathroom. I turned off my bedside lamp when I had caught my breath and amazingly was asleep before Syl returned to the bed. My internal alarm awoke me the next morning fifteen minutes before my alarm would have gone off at 5 A.M. 

I dressed in my workout clothes in the master bath, grabbed my clothes for work that were hanging there for me, and left the house for the 24 hour gym that was only blocks away from my employer. I did my normal hour and twenty minute workout, showered, and went to work. I ate my morning bowl of cereal at my desk then got to work which took my mind off of my problems at home.

Right before lunch, I walked out to the reception desk to begin the cultivation of what I hoped would be my new avenue for sexual relief. Even though Syl wouldn't be available to me after Friday night if she did not wake up in time to stop and realize what she was thinking of doing was wrong, did not mean I had to abstain from sex until our marriage was ended. 

Although she was ten years younger than me and a plus sized young woman; Mindy Reynolds, the receptionist, had been flirting with me since her first day on the job and I was going to use that to my advantage. I spent the next ten minutes flirting with Mindy and hinting that after Friday, I would be available if she was interested and I could tell she was. I ended up getting her cell phone number and promised to call her Saturday. I was hoping it would be to tell her things had turned around and I was again unavailable, but I would not be disappointed if the call was to arrange to meet her Saturday night. 

I left work early and stopped at Radio Shack for voice activated audio recorders and motion activated video recorders that were Wi-Fi enabled, and the cheapest laptop they had that met the requirements for the recorders' software. The hardware store next to Radio Shack provided me with the rest of the things I needed for my plan. 

It was tense in the Plank house the Thursday night before the big day on Friday. Syl again copped an attitude when I tried to talk some sense into her so I retreated to the den after dinner and begin writing down the things I needed to do the next day. I went to bed after locking the pad I'd been writing on in my briefcase which I placed next to the door to the garage so I wouldn't forget it the next morning because I normally did not bring it home with me.

I left at my normal time on Friday morning, but after having gotten my boss's okay to be off, went back to the house from the gym, knowing Syl would be gone to work by the time I got back. I installed my recorders, downloaded the software, and checked to see that everything was working and the computer was storing the input from the recorders like it was supposed to. I installed the hardware from the store on the three doors I needed to and moved most of my things from the master bedroom to the guest bedroom, hopefully leaving enough of my things that, in her excitement about the evening, Syl wouldn't notice the missing ones. I'd move the rest when she was out.


That Phrase... Sylvia Ch. 01



I wanted to cry when I saw what she was wearing when she came downstairs for her date the night our marriage died. The clingy black dress we had picked out for our tenth anniversary which accented her breasts, the narrowing below them, and her broad hips that might have turned off some men, but had definitely turned me on for the last fifteen years.

No, Sylvia was not a small woman; but she was beautiful to me with her curves in the right places along with her long brown hair, green eyes, and pert nose that definitely did not match the rest of her face. Her lips were plump naturally, unlike some women's, and I had loved kissing them, sucking on them, and seeing them wrapped around my cock when she gave me one of her excellent blowjobs.

The matching "fuck me" pumps shattered my last hope that she was not planning what I had feared she had planned for the evening. I made one last attempt at saving our marriage.

"Sylvia, I'm begging you, please don't go out tonight. Stay here with me and let's figure out together how we can spice up our sex life with only the two of us involved. I promise I'll try anything that doesn't involve pain or other people." I said and hated myself for the whine I heard in my own voice.

"It's too late. My mind's made up. If you wait up for me, I'm sure you won't regret it." She purred at me as she walked toward me.

I heard a car horn blast outside of the house and hurried to the window as much to get away from her as to see the car of the son of a bitch who was too lazy to come to the door for his hot date with my sometime in the future ex-wife. It was not a flashy sports car like I was anticipating but an everyday four door sedan that I could not determine the make of from the sideways view I had of it. It did not really matter though because the big dent in the rear passenger side door would make it easy to find if I wanted to later down life's road.

I skirted around the living room to stay away from Syl and saw a perplexed look cross her face. I did not acknowledge her goodbye before she exited the front door for what I was sure was the last time as my faithful, loving wife. I still had things to do so I suppressed the tears and anger I felt at that moment and began the next phase to my plan.

My car was parked down the street in friends of ours two car garage and all of the lights were out inside the house with only the outside porch light on when Syl returned home at 2 A.M. I was sitting in the chair from the living room in the guest bedroom which would be my bedroom until the divorce was final because I knew Syl had given herself to another man tonight or she would not be coming in this late. I had the digital camera she had given me on my thirtieth birthday, but still worked perfectly, in my pocket so I could preserve any visible proof of her infidelity if I got the chance. 

I did not answer when she called out to see if I was home and stood to follow her when she rushed passed the open door of my room. It sounded like she was crying as she passed and my heart sank like it always had when I heard her crying. My emotional side wanted to rush to her and comfort her like every other time she had been crying, but my rational side kept me from doing it.

I no longer considered her my wife and did not want her sexually like I had from the time we had met until that moment. I slipped silently down the hall on bare feet and stood outside the master bedroom door which would be her room from now on and listened to her cry as my broken heart crumbled into dust with each sob she emitted. I heard the bed springs squeak when she arose from the bed and heard the bathroom door shut only moments later. I slipped into her room and found her dress and bra on the floor. 

I looked for her panties, but they were not there and the first thought I had was: "The bastard kept them as a souvenir." followed by "Nah, she wore them into the bathroom and put them in the hamper. I'll try to get them tomorrow if I can."

Syl had not locked the bathroom door, hell there were only the two of us and we had stopped locking doors years ago. To be honest, we usually did not even bother closing them. I opened the door and thanked the heavens that I had thought to spray the hinges earlier in the day with WD-40. 

I had my camera ready when she emerged from the shower and the lighting in the bath was bright enough that the automatic flash did not activate. Syl had her face covered with the towel she was drying her hair with and did not know I was there. I managed to snap off two pictures of the love bites on her breasts and the finger marks on her upper thighs near her new, to me, shaved pussy before the noise from the camera registered in her brain.

"Don, what the hell are you doing? Stop taking pictures of me like this." She yelled at me as I managed to take one last picture of the hickies all around her neck before she grabbed her robe and clutched it to herself covering up her nude body.

I did not say a word as I turned and went back to my room. I locked the door behind me knowing she would not be able to pick the new keyed door knob. I put my old headphones on that covered my whole ears, turned on the mini-stereo I had found in the attic and fixed the day before, and managed to go to sleep.

To be continued...



That Phrase... Sylvia Ch. 02



Due to the lateness of the hour, my internal clock let me sleep till 7 that Saturday morning. I was as quiet as I could be as I left the house, picked up my car from the neighbors, went to the gym, showered there after my workout, stopped at a little diner, and went to the main branch of our bank which, unlike the branch near the house that only opened the drive throughs on Saturday mornings, was open until noon. I withdrew half of the amounts in both the savings and checking accounts and with the help of the assistant manager on duty that day put in cancellation notices for the two joint credit cards we had.

Since it was the only bank in town that was open on Saturday, not counting drive throughs, I opened a new checking account only with my old bank and informed them that Sylvia was not to be notified about the new account. Any correspondence from the bank to me that needed to be mailed would be sent to my new P.O. Box which I had obtained the day before. I was assured that my wishes would be followed to the letter.

I went to a national restaurant famous for never closing and called Mindy using the pay phone near the restrooms. "Hey Mindy, it's me, Don. I'm officially a free agent again so how about I come by your place with a couple of steaks later this evening so we can get to know each other better." 

"Can't you take me out instead, Don?" She whined over the phone and I almost aborted right then, but I knew she was interested in me so I continued with my plan.

"No Mindy, I can't. I promise to explain everything tonight if you're still interested and I'll understand if you're not."

"Okay, we can stay in. Do you know how to get to my apartment?"

"Yes Mindy, I do. I'll see you about seven, okay?"

"Why don't you make it six?" She answered me with, I would swear on a stack of Bibles, eagerness to her tone.

"Six it is. See you later."

I left there and went to a competing cell phone provider from the company cell phone I had and got a new phone with the bills being auto paid from my new checking account. The number of people who would get that phone's number would be very few and Sylvia would not be one of them. 

I made it home a little after one knowing Sylvia would be out doing the grocery shopping for the week. I looked for the panties that matched the lacy black bra she had worn the night before, but did not find them, deducing Lover Boy had kept them after all.

I dressed for the chill in the air and finished mowing the leaves from the oak and hickory trees that were around the house and had been one of the factors that had led us to buy the house in the first place. When the bag catching the discharge was full, I emptied it onto my compost pile and wondered if I would be in the house come spring planting season for my garden. 

I ignored Sylvia when I saw her waving at me with a glass of water in her other hand. Every other fall when I had done this chore that had been our signal for me to take a break and help her carry in the groceries. She could carry the groceries and all of the other heavy things she had gotten me to carry for her over the years from now on as far as I was concerned.

I had an hour to get ready and get to my date when I was finished with cleaning the mower so I walked right past Sylvia sitting curled up on the living room couch without saying a word. I locked my bathroom door behind me and ignored her knocking and pleading for me to open the door while I shaved then showered. She was gone from in front of the door when I emerged and I was able to dress in peace. 

"Where are you going, Don? We need to talk about last night." Sylvia started in on me when I came down from the second floor. 

"I'm going out to have dinner with a friend and have you already forgotten about Rule Number Three? I don't want to hear anything about your night last night. Goodbye and don't bother waiting up." I growled at her and watched her blanch from my tone as I walked out to my car and left.

I made it to Mindy's apartment complex with five minutes to spare and parked on the opposite side of the building from where her apartment was located. It was actually two buildings with a central breezeway with the second and third floors being connected. The second floor's connecting corridor had a small convenience store, a deli, and pizza parlor and the third's had the two laundry rooms for the two buildings. The doors to the two buildings on the second floor stayed open 24/7 unless the fire alarm went off and they closed and locked as a fire stop between the buildings.

I used the stairs to the second floor then walked into the building Mindy's apartment was actually in. I climbed the three flights of stairs to the fifth floor and rang Mindy's doorbell at exactly six o'clock. The nervousness I felt waiting on her to answer the door vanished when I saw her.

Mindy looked as if she were going out instead of staying in. Her long blond hair was loose and it was styled to frame and accent her face. Her blue eyes sparkled with excitement and she had the biggest, whitest smile I had ever seen in real life. A light blue dress that was as clingy as the one Sylvia had worn the day before and hugged her curves adorned her body. Dark blue or black spaghetti strapped shoes with four inch heels were on her feet.

She must have went to the beauty salon and had an expert in makeup attend to her round, yet pretty, face sometime that day. She looked good, good enough to eat; which I planned to do along with much more, and from the big smile and sexy pose she was giving me, would be later that evening.

"I brought the steaks like I promised." I said, holding up the flip topped red and white cooler I had also found and cleaned up the day before during my foray into the attic.

"You look great, Mindy, but you shouldn't have went to all that trouble and expense when we're not going out for other people to see you looking so beautiful."

"I wanted to be beautiful for you, Don, and was hoping I could change your mind about going out." She breathed out at me in her best Marilyn imitation.

"I'm sorry, we can't go out. If you'll let me in, I'll explain why." 

Mindy stepped to the side still holding the door and I entered her bigger than I expected apartment. It was neat, clean, and very tastefully decorated. I walked over to her couch, sat down, and patted the cushion beside me. Mindy came and sat beside me and did not pull it away when I took her right hand in mine when I turned sideways to face her.

"Mindy, I believe in being honest so I'm going to tell you what's going on and why we can't go out. You've met my wife Sylvia and you know until Thursday how I'd always ignored your flirting because I loved her and wouldn't have done anything to hurt her. That all changed when she decided we needed an open marriage to spice up our sex life. She went out on a date last night and gave herself to another man sexually and, although I still have a tiny bit of love for her, we're done as a couple. 

"The thing is, even though no one actually wins in a divorce, I want to be the one that gets the most out of the divorce instead of letting her get it and that is why she's the only one that can be seen around town with other men and why I can't be seen out with other women. 

"We can have dates right here in your apartment if you want, but we can't be seen out on dates. If you want more than that, let me know and after tonight, I won't bother you again."

"Oh Don, I'm sorry Sylvia did that to you. You did surprise me Thursday when you were out at the reception desk flirting with me. I'd be happy to have dates here with you and not go out." Mindy beamed as she answered me and the temptation was too great.

I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She was surprised and pulled away, but must have seen my desire for her because she grabbed the back of my head with her left hand and pulled me back to her. She gave me a kiss so full of passion and need that I was instantly hard. That kiss led to both of us beginning to kiss and touch each other with a fever I had not felt in a long time. 

Mindy pushed me back against the couch arm and attacked my mouth with hers while running her hands all over my body. Mindy being the aggressor was a new experience for me. Sylvia had initiated sex only a handful of times during our twelve year sex life and I found it both exciting and overwhelming at the same time as Mindy kissed and caressed me while trying to remove my clothes. I managed to push her away long enough to voice my objection when she started sucking on my neck hard enough to leave a hickie if I didn't stop her.

"Mindy, please don't leave any visible marks on my neck or face. I don't care if you leave hickies or love bites on my body that will be under my clothes, but none anywhere else, okay?"

"Okay baby, now stop pushing me away so I can get back to heating you up." Mindy growled at me and I began to wonder if I had gotten myself into something I could not control.

Mindy had my shirt open by then and immediately began kissing, licking, and sucking on my nipples which caused my cock to twitch inside my pants. Sylvia had never done that to me and I began to understand why she squirmed so much when I got excited and a little rougher than usual when I was sucking and nipping at her breasts and nipples.

When Mindy kissed her way down my stomach while unbuckling my belt and pants, I managed to push her dress and bra straps off of her shoulders and breasts. I managed to give each of her DD's a good squeeze followed by a tweak of her nipples before she scooted down too far for me to reach them comfortably. 

I warned her that I would not last long after she got my cock free and attacked it with her mouth with as much enthusiasm as she had my neck earlier. I saw the grin in her eyes when she moved her head enough to look up at me and could only lie there enjoying the pleasure she was giving me as she began bobbing her head up and down faster while sucking harder on my dick. She tried to swallow every drop of my cum when I did climax, but the amount was too much and some of it escaped from the corners of her mouth. She gently milked me dry and licked my member clean before licking up the semen that had escaped from the corners of her mouth before sliding the rest of the way to the floor.

I managed to slide off the couch beside her and began kissing her with the same passion and need she had shown me earlier. She did not stop me when I began sucking hard on her neck and moaned in ecstasy as I left her neck bright red from my sucking on it so hard. I kissed my way down to her big DD's and knew the extra soft feel they had was from the fat inside them, but I didn't care because I was so excited by the differences in the way they felt from the only set of tits I had ever felt before that moment.

"Bedroom, please. Bedroom." Mindy managed to moan out between her gasps for breath.

I stood and helped her up from the floor. She tried to protest when I bent to pick her up in my arms, but I ignored her, lifting her up, and carrying her in the direction she was pointing as she tried to continue kissing me and I tried to avoid her so I could see where I was going. I carried her into her bedroom and playfully throw her on the bed. She lifted up her ass so I could pull her dress the rest of the way off of her and I managed to snag her panties along with it. 

Mindy being only the second woman I had seen in that state of arousal at that moment helped my semi-hard cock harden to steel, the first time that had happened that quickly in many years. I decided that Sylvia had been right and our sex life had been in a rut, but her solution to fixing it had been totally wrong. 

I moved to the bottom of the bed before climbing onto it. I planted kisses up the insides of Mindy's legs as I crawled toward her clearly wet pussy. I reveled in the sight of her nearly bald mound with the narrow strip of hair along the sides of her snatch. The hair was almost the same color of her head hair and, having not seen any evidence of dark roots in her hair as she had sucked my cock earlier, I decided she was a natural blond. 

I ignored her pleas to stop teasing and put my slightly longer than average, but definitely thicker than average, cock inside her; putting my face into her crotch instead. I took in her slightly stronger than my cheating wife's scent before running my tongue around the outside of her opening; savoring the sweeter, less tangy taste so unlike what I was used to. I ran my tongue gently up and down her slit, avoiding the button that was prominently visible at the top of it. I applied more pressure and sped up the action of my tongue's lapping of her when I heard her moan in frustration, occasionally hitting her clit.

When she began quivering in her arousal, I began my assault on her clit; first licking it then when I guessed she was close, grabbing it with my lips and sucking on it. I knew I'd achieved my objective when Mindy grabbed the back of my head, holding my mouth tightly to her sex while humping her ass off the bed. I doubted the walls of her apartment were soundproofed enough to keep her neighbors from hearing her screams of pleasure as she came.

As soon as Mindy relaxed her hold on my head after her climax; I wiggled out of her grasp, knee walked between her legs, and pushed the head of my cock into her. For a moment the memory of mine and Sylvia's first time together flashed across my mind's movie screen and threatened to reduce my hard on to its normal flaccid state, but I looked at the woman beneath me and the look of lust and anticipation I saw in her face drove that image from my mind quickly.

I gave Mindy time to adjust to my girth after I had bottomed out inside of her with three or four strokes of my cock then began the long, easy rhythm I had learned from fucking Sylvia that insured I would not orgasm before my new lover did. When I felt Mindy orgasm twice beneath me, I began hammering her hard and fast so that I could cum. Mindy again screamed in ecstasy beneath me when my hot seminal fluid began to spurt from my glans into her. Each pulse of my cock head inside of her elicited a scream of pleasure. After I had finished cumming, I eased my upper body down onto hers and she wrapped her arms around me as we both struggled to catch our breaths.

"That was amazing, Don. No one has ever given me so many orgasms that close together before. Your wife must be crazy if she finds that boring." Mindy managed to say when she had caught her breath.

"It hasn't been like that between us in quite a while, Mindy. My getting hard again that quickly was from being so excited by being with a new person for the first time in a long while. It usually takes me fifteen to twenty minutes to get hard again after my first orgasm. Being with you was the difference tonight. 

"If we keep seeing each other, I'm sure the time will come when that happens with you. Don't worry about it though because I'll always do everything I can so that you enjoy the sex as much as I do." 

"What do you mean if, buster? We will be seeing each other again and as many times as I can persuade you after that. I told you I was okay with us staying in so you have no excuse for not coming and seeing me."

"Well, I can think of one big excuse why I can't come and see you as often as you may want me to. I'm still married and want to come out ahead in the divorce so I was thinking three times a week would be about right for me to come over. Does that sound good to you, Mindy?"

"Hell yes." Mindy squealed at me before she pulled my head up to hers and plastered her lips to mine.

I managed to escape her clutches long enough to throw together a meal for the two of us before we retired back to her bed. I made slow, gentle love to her for the next couple of hours before I showered and returned home arriving a little after 11 P.M. Unlike the night before every light was on and I knew Sylvia was waiting up for me. I saw her curled up on the couch and tried to walk by the living room before she could say anything, but she was quicker than I had anticipated. 

"Where have you been all night, Don?" She yelled at me as she struggled to get off the couch.

"I told you I was having dinner with a friend. We got involved with some things and let the time get away from us." I answered while continuing my walk toward the stairs.

"Was it another woman? If it was, who is she?" Sylvia asked slightly less loudly than she had her first question.

"Trying to get me to break Rule Number Three already, Sylvia? Well, I'm not going to do that. I don't want to hear about what you do and I don't have to tell you what I do or who I'm doing it with. Now I'm going to bed because it's been a long day after a long night and I'm tired and need some sleep. Goodnight, Sylvia." I had to yell as I hustled my ass up the stairs.

I ignored her yells to stop and come back down so we could talk. I went into my room, locking the door behind me, and again went to sleep with my headphones and mini-stereo on. I awoke on Sunday at seven and dressed for the day. Sylvia was standing at the foot of the stairs in the same clothes she had on the night before, but they were rumpled and a little worse for wear and I deduced she had slept in them on the couch. I saw her eyes widen in surprise when she saw what I was carrying.

"Is that what I think it is?" She asked as the surprised look faded to be replaced with one of anger.

"It is what it looks like, Sylvia."

"I told you not to have that in the main part of the house. Why did you bring that down from the attic?"

"Because I'm going to see if I can get my shooting eye back before Thanksgiving. I'm going rabbit hunting with Dad and his friends if I can." I said to her while hoisting the gun case to my shoulder and tracking the front of it around the room in the direction away from Sylvia.

"If you do that, what I'm I going to do for Thanksgiving?" Sylvia whined at me.

"You can go help Mom prepare dinner or you can go be with your new friends. Frankly, Sylvia, I don't give a damn. I'm going to get some breakfast then I'm off to the gun club for some skeet. I'll be back later today. Good bye." I said to her forcefully before walking out to the garage, placing the gun case in the back seat of my car, and driving away.

I enjoyed my day at the gun club and thought with a couple of more practices, I would be able to shoot well enough not to embarrass myself in front of my dad or his friends. They had not had a nine year layoff like I had and kept their shooting eyes sharp with bi-monthly visits to the club during the months of the year there were not any hunting seasons.

I needed to return to old hobbies or develop new ones now that I would not be spending all of my time away from work with the person who, until she had listened to her new friend and thrown away our marriage, I would rather have spent time with than any other person on Earth. Yes, I had stopped doing most of the things I had done in my spare time before I met Sylvia, but I loved being with her and doing things with her and had not missed those previous activities.

Sylvia was not at the house when I returned about four that Sunday afternoon which gave me time to check my laptop to see if there was anything of interest in the audio or video files from the recorders. Sylvia had called Ronnie and managed, between her crying fits, to tell Ronnie that I had been avoiding her since Friday night and did not want to hear about her night with Jerry thus giving me at least a first name for Lover Boy. I stopped listening after I heard that and hid the laptop back inside the closet so if Sylvia did manage to get past the locked door to my room, she would not find it easily.

I was watching ESPN in the den when she returned around five thirty and went to the door when she knocked on it after finding it locked when she tried to open it. She had tried to wash away the evidence of her crying, but the puffiness around her red eyes gave it away.




That Phrase... Sylvia Ch. 02



"Don, I made a mistake Friday night and I'm sorry. Can we please sit down and talk? I love you and don't want to lose what we had together before over one mistake." She pleaded with me.

"You love me, do you? Well, you didn't prove it to me Friday night the way you ignored my pleas for you not to do what you were planning on doing. I'm sorry too, Sylvia, but it's too late because we've already lost what we had before. You wanted this and went through with it even after I warned you there would be consequences so here it is: I told you so.

"There's nothing more to talk about and Duke/Wake Forest are about to start on the ACC on ESPN so good night." I told her before closing the door in her face and hearing the first sob of a new bout of crying when she evidently heard the snap of the lock when I locked the door. I heard her pounding up the stairs and the slam of her bedroom door as I returned to my recliner.

I called a divorce lawyer on Monday that Jake Mathers had used to keep his wife from getting all he had worked for in his twenty five years of working at Fox Manufacturing, our employer. I got an appointment to see him later that week. 

The lawyer had not hesitated in using the threat of the incriminating video of Jake's now ex-wife and her supervisor having sex on company property, during business hours, and against company policy finding its way to the company president to get her to sign the divorce papers giving Jake soul custody of his two boys, sixty percent of the other assets, and the postponement of the sale of their house until their thirteen year old had graduated from college or was on his own, whichever came first. 

When the woman judge who presided over their divorce ask her if she was sure that was what she wanted, she said yes and asked the judge to grant the divorce. The judge had no other choice but to grant the divorce after that. I had no problem with hiring that kind of lawyer to handle my divorce. 

The next bit of drama came on Wednesday morning when I finally answered my office phone after the tenth call from Sylvia.

"Don, what the hell have you done? Both my credit cards were rejected at Starbucks this morning and I barely had enough cash to pay for my latte." She yelled at me over the phone.

"I had our credit cards cancelled when I was at the bank Saturday morning. Now is probably a good time to tell you that I used half of the money in both the savings and checking accounts to open my own account and only thirty percent of my weekly checks will be deposited into your checking account after this week. That amount will cover my half of the household expenses."

"What? Why did you do that? My pay won't cover half of our monthly expenses." She yelled even louder at me.

"Yes, it will if you'll go by the budget I put together for you. You'll find it on the kitchen counter under the Mr. Coffee machine I found in the attic and cleaned up. The clock is fixed and you can program it again so your coffee will be ready and waiting for you when you get up in the morning. I even got a new pot at the department store to replace the cracked one."

"But...but...but you can't do this to me. I can't go back to drinking plain coffee again. Don, I demand that you stop this nonsense and start acting like the loving, caring husband you used to be."

"Well, you got one thing right, Sylvia."

"What was that, Don?"

"I'd be acting if I started doing those two things again, but the truth is, I'm not going to and you can demand all you want, but that doesn't mean I have to give in to your demands. Be thankful that I included the monthly payment on the Lexus sport coupe you just had to have in the household expenses. 

"I've got work to do, Sylvia, so goodbye." I said to her before hanging up the phone and immediately reaching over and un-plugging it from the wall. My company cell phone was on vibration mode so I ignored the calls I saw were from Sylvia the rest of the day. I thought about stopping at the neighborhood bar for a couple of hours after work to delay the shouting that I was sure Sylvia had waiting on me when I did get home. In the end I decided to go straight home from work like I'd done every day until recently since I'd begun working. I was surprised by Sylvia not yelling at me as soon as I walked in the door. 

"Don, baby, I'm sorry. I made a big mistake Friday night, but I promise I won't do it again. Can we please talk about what I need to do so you can forgive me and we can be together like we were before?" Sylvia greeted me in the entryway dressed in her sexiest red see through teddy and the matching bra and panties set. 

The hickies on her neck were now black or blue instead of red like they had been on Saturday morning when she'd returned from her date and the same went for the love bites on her breasts and the finger marks on her thighs. My guess was that the sight of those kept me from instantly getting hard like I had in the past when she had worn that particular set of lingerie.

"I'm sorry you feel that you've made a mistake, but offers of sex and false affections aren't going to work." I saw her flinch when I turned her words around on her and knew the tears would start flowing as soon as I finished saying the rest of what I had to say.

"Honestly Sylvia, did you think I'd be able to have sex with you while the evidence of your cheating was still clearly visible? Go change into something that hides the bruises your lover left last Friday."

My prediction of the waterworks starting proved to be spot on as Sylvia began sobbing in front of me before bolting up the stairs and slamming her bedroom door. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer before checking on the food Sylvia had started on the stove. I turned the heat back up and finished cooking it before grabbing myself a plate and a fresh beer and retiring to my den.

When I checked the recordings from my equipment, I found out that Sylvia had gotten the idea to try and seduce me back into our marriage from Ronnie. I wondered why they didn't talk about that sort of thing at work, but could not ask because then the fact of my bugging our home would be discovered. With my new habit of sleeping with my headphones and mini-stereo on in effect, I went to sleep fairly easily. Tomorrow would be my first visit with my lawyer.

After the introductions and discussion of cost were concluded by me and my lawyer, Charles Wellington, I gave him a check from my new account for his retainer. I knew something was not right when he immediately turned red in the face and the muscles in his neck bulged out.

"Please tell me you didn't close out your old accounts and open new ones." Charles, never call me Charlie, yelled at me. 

"No, I only took out half from each of the savings and checking accounts and used that amount to open a new checking account in my name only." 

"Okay then, that's not too bad. Now tell me why you want to divorce your wife."

"Because last Friday night she cheated on me after springing on me that she was bored with our sex life and wanted to spice it up with us having an open marriage last Wednesday. I tried to talk some sense into her from Wednesday until Friday and even begged her not to go out and specifically not to give herself to another man, but she went ahead and did it anyway. I'm not a wimp nor am I going to become her cuckold so we're done. I don't want her sexually anymore and that's why I want the divorce."

"What proof do you have that she cheated?"

I threw pictures I had made from the memory card in the digital camera onto Charles' desk showing the marks on Sylvia's body. He seemed to spend a good amount of time looking at the ones of her breasts before lying them face down in front of me.

"I'm afraid those won't be good enough. You'll have to either get some of her out in public doing romantic things with another man or some of her actually engaged in a sexual act with another man."

"I don't know if that will happen. She's already come crying to me that she made a mistake and won't do it again and begging me to forgive her, but it's too late for that. She wouldn't listen to me when I told her not to do it, didn't talk to me about being bored, and keeps talking to the girlfriend of hers that gave her the idea to demand an open marriage in the first place."

"Well this is a no fault state so I can get you your divorce, but it will be fifty-fifty unless there are children involved."

"No, there aren't any children, but I don't want fifty-fifty. I want to come out ahead. I didn't do anything to cause this so I don't feel that I should be penalized by giving her half of everything when she's the one that cheated."

"Well unless you can get me something to use as leverage, fifty-fifty is the best you're going to get."

"Can we at least put together a set of terms for the divorce that favors me? There's no hurry to file now so maybe something will happen in the near future that we can use as "leverage" as you called it."

"Yes, we can do that." Charles answered me and so that's what we did.

For the next two weeks when I wasn't with Mindy at her apartment, every time I was at home, Sylvia would try and get me to talk to her or at least listen to her apologies and assurances that she had messed up, still loved me, and needed me to tell her what she could do to make it right between us again. I ignored her whenever possible, hid out in the den or my bedroom when I could get by her before she started, or fled the house for the local bar until I could get past her and into my room. 

She had not gone out since that first Friday night even though Ronnie kept encouraging her to. She would not let go of the hope that my anger and pain from what she had done would fade away given enough time and I would forgive her. I did learn that she had gotten a new vibrator to use for her sexual needs. 

I smiled at that because most of the divorced guys I knew whose wives had cheated had complained at how unfair it was that they had to use masturbation to relief themselves during their divorces while their ex-wives had continued in their relationship with the person they had been involved with that led to the divorce. I was very careful not to be seen going to or from Mindy's apartment and although Sylvia had suspicions that I was involved with another woman, she did not have any proof.

It was the Monday after Thanksgiving that my patience seemed to pay off. My boss and the company's owner called me into his office and changed my life completely, but that will have to wait until I write again.



That Phrase... Sylvia Ch. 03



"Don, I want you to meet Rachel Connors." Mr. Fox started to introduce me to the beautiful raven haired woman standing beside one of the two armchairs in front of his desk.

"Actually, I'm back to being Rachel Wells and Don and I know each other. How have you been, Don?" The woman said after my boss had introduced us.

"Things could be better, but nobody wants to hear about my problems. How have you been Rachel? Crushed any men's self-esteem lately?" I asked the woman who had crushed mine and what little self-confidence I had before I met her during our first semester of college. She had not only put me in my place when I had taken a chance and asked her out, she had done it in such a way that I had been publicly humiliated and had not had the courage afterwards to ask any girl out for the rest of the year. 

"Only my ex-husband's and his divorce lawyer's. I know it's been a long time since our freshman year, but I'm sorry for what I did to you back then, Don. I was a stuck up, little rich bitch who thought she was better than most of her classmates. I promise you I'm not like that now." Rachel said to me and I could see that she was sincere.

"Mr. Fox, what's going on?" I asked my boss as I tried to ignore one of the most beautiful women I had ever met and had lusted after for a short period of time.

At 6', Rachel was four inches taller than me and even though it looked like she had gained a little weight since we were both eighteen year old college freshmen; it was in all the right places. Her black hair was still long and had a healthy luster to it with a beauty parlor style that drew attention to her face. Sparkling brown eyes above a smaller than I remembered nose which made me wonder if she had a nose job, high cheekbones, pouty lips that seemed larger than I remembered, and brilliantly white teeth gave Rachel a face that should have been gracing magazine pages or movie screens instead of the middle of my boss' cluttered office.

"Have a seat, Don, and Ms. Wells and I will explain to you what we need." Mr. Fox told me with the biggest grin I had ever seen on a grown man. The last time I had seen a grin like that was when I was eleven years old and my best friend Tommy Jaynes had snitched two candy bars from the 7-11 for us and gotten away with it. 

"Don, you know that Ms. Wells' company is one of our biggest and most loyal customers so when her father called me and asked if I knew anyone who could help them with a problem with their new line of presses, I thought of you. You've solved almost all of our problems since you've started working here and have proven that most of your solutions were the correct ones when the older engineers said that they wouldn't work. I want you to work with Ms. Wells on a consultancy basis to help her come up with a solution to their problems.

"You'll still be employed by Fox Manufacturing and will keep all the benefits you already receive. If your solutions fix their problems, there will a bonus from Wells Industries and you'll get 60 % and Fox Manufacturing gets the other 40%."

"Why doesn't Wells Industries' own engineers figure out how to fix the problem with their presses?" I asked Rachel, ignoring my boss.

"Almost all of our engineers are older and are either too afraid or too rigid to try anything but their old ways of solving problems. The ones who are younger and maybe able to think outside the box are not taken seriously by my father who trusts the engineers that have been with the company almost as long as he has."

"Then, why do you think he'll take any solutions I have for fixing your problems?" I asked her as I tried to ignore how her beauty had caused me to harden in arousal.

"Because he promised me he'd not only listen, but implement any solutions we prove will fix the problem. You will be working directly with me and one of the younger engineers on fixing our problem. If you accept our offer, you'll be given your own office and supplied with everything you say you need to fix the problem. Will you help me, Don? My future and that of Wells Industries depends on us finding out what the problem is with our new presses and fixing it as quickly and cheaply as possible." Rachel pleaded with me and I could see the anxiety on her face.

"Yes, I'll help you, Rachel. I need a few hours to get some of my material together so I think you need to buy me lunch today and I'll share it with you then. I need to speak with Mr. Fox when you leave so I'll go wait outside until you leave. It's been a pleasure seeing you again and I look forward to working with you."

"Mr. Fox and I are done. Where do you want to have lunch?" Rachel said as she stood to leave. 

I had managed to reduce my hard-on to a nearly flaccid state while listening to Rachel and I stood as she did which prompted Mr. Fox to stand. 

"Either one of the "Roadhouses" you'd like to eat at Rachel would be fine with me." I answered her before sticking out my right hand. Rachel shook my hand and I was surprised by the firmness of it. She definitely did not have the average woman's limp hand shake.

"I like "Texas" over "Logan's". Meet you there around twelve?"

"I'll meet you there, Rachel."

After she'd left, I renegotiated the percentages Fox Manufacturing and I each got if a bonus was earned with an 85/15 split in my favor being our final numbers. I went back to my office and began gathering the data I had already put together from my earlier tests related to the presses Rachel had asked for help on.

I had a unique situation at Fox Manufacturing in that I was basically a one person research and development department. I had not only solved problems in the past that saved Fox time and money, but developed some different techniques and other innovations that did the same things so that I could do nearly anything I wanted without anyone questioning me or pressuring me for results.

Being a self-motivator and a curious bastard at the same time, I worked as hard as if not harder than any of my co-workers at Fox. I had earned a company car, the previously mentioned cell phone, and the independence to come and go as I pleased. 

All of those had allowed me to run tests on not only our electric motor that we had presented to Wells for use in their presses, but the three motors from our competitors as well. For the first time in my memory, Wells had chosen the cheapest of the four motors and now it was coming back to bite them in the butt with durability and warranty issues. I was not about to tell either Rachel or Mr. Fox I already had a solution to the problem Wells was having. I was going to exploit my opportunity to get to work with Rachel and maybe if I was lucky; get the chance to impress Rachel enough that she would take an interest in me.

I was enjoying the sexual relationship I was having with Mindy, but I knew it was not going to go any farther than that even though I sensed that Mindy was expecting it to. Mindy was fun to be with and the sex was great, but we were too different for a long term relationship to work. 

I liked almost all kinds of music but rap was not one of them and that seemed like the only music Mindy wanted to listen to. 

I exercised; Mindy did not and would not even consider it. I liked trying different foods; Mindy did not and was adamant about not trying anything she was not used to eating. I liked to read or watch sports to relax, Mindy wanted to veg out on the couch and watch whatever was on the boob tube, no matter how stupid and banal it was.

Mindy had also started complaining about us not going out even though I tried to make some of the times we got together at her apartment like dates instead of the sexual romps they ended up being. I had brought DVD's over of older movies she swore she had never seen that I thought she would like and we cuddled on her couch until the sexual tension was too great and one of us, usually her, interrupted the movie with a sexual interlude.

I had brought CD's over and we had danced in her dining room which would lead to me bending her over the dining room table and pounding her until we both came. I even "accidently" ran into her and a couple of her girlfriends at a local club one Friday night and danced with all three of them for most of the night. I did not spend more time with Mindy than I did her friends and left by myself, waiting till the next day to go to Mindy's for our regular Saturday fuckfest.

I kept telling her that even after my divorce, it might be a long while before I was ready for another serious relationship. I could see the end of my relationship with Mindy approaching, but with Rachel now in my sights, that did not cause me any concerns like it might have before. 

My lunch with Rachel went better than I could have hoped for. We spent two hours together and only the first twenty minutes after we'd eaten were spent on talking about the reason we had met. The rest of the time we caught each other up on what had happened in each of our lives since college. I was elated to find out she was not seeing anyone seriously and she was sorry for my martial problems. It was clear to both of us that there was an attraction for each other and that gave me even more hope that I could get her to date me when our business was concluded.

I started at Wells Industries on Tuesday and for the next two days went through the motions of trying to figure out their problem, but began feeling guilty about what I was doing. I asked Rachel to have dinner with me that Wednesday after work and, surprisingly, she accepted.

"Rachel, I need to tell you something and I hope it doesn't change the way you think of me. I already had a solution to your problem when you came to Mr. Fox's office on Monday. I didn't tell you right away because I wanted the chance to work with you and maybe get you to see me as I am now and not that scared freshman I was the first time we met. I was hoping to get to know you better so I'd have a chance at getting you to go out with me.

"My honesty won't let me continue to mislead you and that's why I wanted you to have dinner with me. Rachel, you're still the most beautiful women I've ever met and I know a slub like me isn't close to being in your league, but if you ever need a friend, I'll be there for you. I'll leave the data I've accumulated with Michael tomorrow and be out of your hair after that. Thank you for your time and I'm sorry that I tried to keep my findings from you just so I could spend more time with you." I told her after we'd eaten.

"I'll be going now. You don't have to come to the office you provided me with in the morning and I assure you nothing that doesn't belong to me will leave that office when I leave."

What Rachel said to me next was the first of two big surprises I would hear that evening.

"Don, I want to thank you for your honesty. Most men would have continued to stall and drag their feet as to prolong the time they could be near me. You're wrong about one thing though; you're the one who is out of my league.

"You had to work hard for what you've achieved while almost everything I have was given to me. I think Daddy gave me this project so I would fail and then he'd have a reason to get me to resign from the company. I don't want to continue to fail and I want your help to keep from doing that.

"Please come back to the factory tomorrow. I need you to find ways for Wells Industries to be more productive and profitable like you have with Fox Manufacturing. I'll pay you cash for your time and a bonus equal to ten percent of any money the company saves using whatever you suggest. You'll be free to go anywhere in the factory, talk to anyone you want to, and report only to me. 

"Will you do this for me, Don? I want to be able to run Daddy's company when it's time for him to retire and I think with your help; I'll be able to do that." Rachel said to me.

"I don't know, Rachel. Mr. Fox has been very good to me and I wouldn't want to be disloyal to him. Can I have some time to think about it?"

"I'm not asking you for any trade secrets or for you to betray Mr. Fox. I only want you to look at our operations and see if there are things we can change that will make us more profitable. I can give you a little time, but can't wait too long for an answer. Please, Don, I'll be eternally grateful if you'll do this for me."

"I promise to think about it Rachel, but I need to be getting home. Goodnight." I told her as I stood to leave. She stood from her side of the booth and pulled me into a hug when I stuck my hand out to shake hers. She had to lean down to whisper in my ear.

"I'll do anything you want if you'll help me, Don. If there's anything you need, don't hesitate to ask."

I could feel the heat in my face and did not know if it was from what she had said or from the feel of her body against mine. I came close to accepting her offer at that moment, but my sense of loyalty to my current employer and good friend would not allow me to do so. All of that changed as soon as I got home.

Sylvia was not at home when I got there which gave me time to listen to the backlog of recorded phone conversations on my laptop. The conversation that pushed me into deciding to help Rachel occurred that very evening.

"Oh God Ronnie, I have ruined everything." I heard Sylvia sobbing over the phone to her slut friend.

"Why do you say that, Syl?" Ronnie asked her in response.

"I didn't listen to Don when he told me not to go out with Jerry that Friday night and after he finds out I'm pregnant; he'll divorce me." 

"You're pregnant? That's great, Syl. Don won't be able to divorce you when he finds out you're carrying his baby." Ronnie blurted out in her excitement over Sylvia's news. 

"It's not his baby. I won't be able to show my face in town again when everybody finds out I'm carrying another man's baby and Don divorces me. I've lost the only man I've ever loved and I don't know what I'm going to do."

"How do you know it's not his?"

"God Ronnie, don't you ever listen to me when we talk? Don't you remember me telling you Don was sterile when you asked me why we didn't have kids yet when we first became friends? He'll divorce me once he finds out, I just know it."

"Sylvia, what haven't you told me? Has Don been hitting you? No, he's too much of a wimp to do that. I know he's been verbally abusing you by calling you a no-good cheating slut while he tries to prove he's a better lover than Jerry when the two of you have sex."

"Don is not a wimp. I don't want to hear you bad mouthing my husband ever again, Ronnie, or our friendship is over." Sylvia yelled at her friend over the phone.

"Okay, Syl, calm down. I won't say anything bad about Don again. Why do you say you've lost Don?"

"He doesn't want to have anything to do with me is why. He hasn't kissed, hugged, or touched me in any way since I went out with Jerry. He sleeps in the guest bedroom which he put a new lock on that requires a key and I've not been able to find, hasn't sat down and ate a meal with me, doesn't talk to me, avoids me when he's home, and comes home late three or four nights a week. I think he's seeing another woman, but I've not been able to prove it.

"When he finds out I'm pregnant, he'll leave me for sure. What I'm I going to do, Ronnie?"

"You need to come over here to the house so we can figure out what you're going to do. One thing you can't do is tell Don you're pregnant. I need you to come over here and together we'll think of a solution to your problems. I'll do whatever I can to help you, Sylvia. I'll brew us some tea while you're on your way over."

"Okay, Don would have been home by now if he was going to come home and I don't want to spend another lonely evening waiting on him. I'll be over in a few. Thank you for being such a good friend, Ronnie."

My anger from hearing that final comment from my wife had me ranting and raving in the empty house. 

"Good friend, my ass. She's the reason you're in the situation you're in, but you're too stupid or blind to see it. When you started trusting what she was telling you over what I was telling you, you started this whole mess in motion. I'd kill the both of you if I weren't so afraid of prison."

After my outburst, I had the presence of mind to retrieve a thumb drive from the den and download Sylvia's conversation to give to Charles. I was going to divorce her for sure and did not care anymore if she got half as long as I could get away from her.

I went back to Wells Industries and told Rachel I would accept her offer and that no one could know about our arrangement. I gave all my documentation for fixing the problem they were having with their presses to Michael then went to see my lawyer.

Charles informed me the recording of Sylvia's and Ronnie's phone conversation was still not strong enough to force Sylvia to sign the divorce papers giving me the terms I wanted. I went back to the office Rachel had provided me with angry and frustrated from the whole situation I found myself in. Rachel found me sitting there with my head in my hands and immediately asked me what was wrong.

"Sylvia's one night tryst has resulted in her getting pregnant. I can't wait for her to give me something that I can use to force her into signing divorce papers that are in my favor now. God, I wish I could get away from this whole mess for a little while, but I can't afford it." I answered her while fighting to control my conflicting emotions.

"Let's go to Las Vegas, Don, my treat." Rachel surprised me by saying.

"I can't let you do that. If anybody saw us getting on a plane together and it got back to Sylvia, I'd not be able to at least break even in the divorce."

"Don, my poor stupid friend, no one would see us getting on a plane together but the two pilots for Daddy's jet and they know how to keep their mouths shut."

"When would we go? What about accommodations? Why would you want to do this for me?" I asked her as her grin got wider and wider with each question.

"We could go today, we would stay in the two bedroom condo Daddy and I own, and because I've been where you are now without anybody to help me through it. John got his bimbo secretary pregnant which is why we're divorced. Daddy wanted me to stay with John instead of getting the divorce and all my so called friends thought the same thing. I don't share and that's why I'm divorced.

"Come on, Don, what have you got to lose? You need to blow off some steam and Las Vegas is definitely a good place to do that. If we leave in the next couple of hours, we can be drinking cocktails and pulling on those one armed bandits the casinos have before two Vegas time."

"Fuck two hours. I've had a bag packed and in the trunk of my car since that Friday Sylvia killed our marriage. I can go right now if you can."

"I have extra clothes at the condo so yeah I can go. Meet me out front in twenty minutes. I need to run and tell Daddy where I'm going so he won't worry too much when he doesn't see me around for the next two or three days." Rachel said to me with an excited tenor to her voice before she hurried out of the office.

I called home and left a message on the machine that I was going out of town on unexpected business and would not be home until Saturday or Sunday. I was not feeling guilty about not calling Sylvia personally and telling her the news. I called Fox Manufacturing and talked to Mindy, telling her I would not be able to see her that night or over the weekend because I would be out of town on unexpected family business. I knew she would not be talking to Sylvia or anyone else about what I told her and my two lies probably would not come back to bite me in the butt later. 

Twenty minutes later, I was following behind Rachel's 450 SL Mercedes toward the municipal airport of our little town. I parked beside her car inside the hangar her father's jet was stored in. The two pilots were completing their pre-flight inspection of the plane as Rachel and I boarded the plane. We were in the air headed toward Las Vegas ten minutes later.




That Phrase... Sylvia Ch. 03



I knew as soon as I saw it below me that we were flying over the Grand Canyon even before one of the pilots announced it over the plane's intercom system. Rachel opened her eyes after the pilot was finished talking and informed me we were only minutes away from landing at a small airfield similar to what we had back home. 

After we landed, we taxied to a hangar in the middle of a row of hangars. Rachel used a key from her purse to open a padlock that was on the hangar door while I unloaded my suitcase. As soon as I was clear, the plane taxied back out to the single runway and took off, I assumed for a return to our home town. 

I had not even heard the sound of the car from inside the hangar until Rachel blew its horn at me; causing me to jump in surprise. I loaded my suitcase into the back seat of the older model Mercedes station wagon that Rachel was now behind the wheel of. I tried to take in all the sights of a part of Vegas I had never seen during the few visits Sylvia and I had taken to Sin City.

The complex Rachel's condo was in looked to be several decades old, but was well maintained. I had no idea how far away the "Strip" with all the big name casinos was from where we were, but Rachel assured me that once we had freshened up from our flight, she would take me to any of the big casinos I was interested in going to. 

Thirty minutes later I was sitting at a blackjack table in the MGM Grand Casino with a thousand dollar advance from Rachel. I managed to double it in the next three hours before cashing in my chips when I noticed a couple of men in sport jackets with the casino's name on them hovering around the table. I walked across the street to the Excalibur and managed to win another thousand before the same thing happened and I left.

The Tropicana Casino was my next stop where I was only able to win five hundred dollars before men with sports jackets appeared around the table I was playing at. I decided it was time for me to leave, but I could not resist the urge to try one of the slot machines I passed on my way to the cashier's window. I put twelve hundred dollars' worth of chips into the machine which would give me three pulls at maximum bet level. 

I had already turned to walk away after the final pull when the sound of the machine's melody was replaced by louder bells and whistles. When I looked back at the machine, the words "Big Winner" where flashing in red on the machine's screen. There were five red apples in a row on the winner line which made me the winner of one hundred and twenty times the maximum bet, forty eight thousand dollars to be exact. 

It took all my powers of persuasion to finally get the casino's management not to make a big publicity event out of my winning. I had called Rachel to let her know I was ready to go back to the condo as soon as the manager had begun trying to talk me into being comped into the casino's hotel. I took the cashier's check and, with only a minimal amount of flirting from Rachel with the casino's manager, gained an armed escort from the casino's office to the parking garage where Rachel had parked.

"Let me take you out to dinner, Rachel. I still have twenty three hundred dollars in cash from today." I asked her, excitedly, on the ride back to her condo.

"That would be wonderful, Don. The restaurant inside Sam's Town has the best steaks in Vegas so we'll go there if that's okay with you." 

"You definitely know more about Vegas than I do so wherever you want to go is fine with me."

We had a wonderful time talking and enjoying each other's company that evening, the second time for that to happen. Rachel definitely was not the same spoilt girl I'd met in college and I felt more at ease with her than I had with any other woman besides Sylvia. I was beginning to develop serious feelings for Rachel and did not know whether that was a good thing or a bad one. Rachel had not shown any signs that she was feeling the same things I was feeling and down in the lower levels of my mind I knew I was going to get hurt by another woman and I would have only myself to blame.

After we had finished eating, Rachel and I returned to the condo to get some rest. It had been a long day for both of us and if I looked anything like Rachel; it was beginning to show. I was asleep only moments after a hot shower in the guest room of Rachel's condo. 

I thought I was dreaming when the feeling of warmth and wetness engulfed my hard cock, but realized it was not a dream when I opened my eyes and saw Rachel above me with her pussy impaled on my hardness. When Rachel saw that I was awake, she smiled at me before dropping her upper body down and plastering her lips to mine. 

The kiss she gave me at that moment was completely different from any kiss I had received from any other woman, Sylvia included. The sensation was like an electrical shock that went throughout my whole body only to return to settle in my heart. It may have been my imagination, but it seemed like that sensation caused my cock to become harder than it already was, harder than I had ever felt it being in my whole life. I knew from the look of surprise that appeared in Rachel's face that she had felt something also in our kiss and the way her pussy flooded my crotch. 

"Oh my, Don. Did you feel what I felt when we kissed? I have never felt anything like that before. Are you thinking what I'm thinking right now?" Rachel exclaimed when she broke our kiss and raised up slightly to look me in the face.

"If you're thinking that two lost souls have found each other and together they can fix their broken hearts; then yes, I'm thinking the same thing you're thinking."

"I don't know about all that, but I was thinking I'd finally found my true love. I know you men don't think like that, but that is exactly what I'm thinking. No, that's not right. I know down in my heart, not think it, that is what happened during our kiss. I'm totally yours from today forward Don if you want me. But remember, I don't share; so that little airhead Mindy that you've been fucking is history if you want to be with me."

"Oh God, Rachel, why wouldn't I want you after the way you've made me feel right now? I'm the one who should be proclaiming I'm yours if you'll have me. You're the rich, beautiful woman who could have any man she wanted and I'm only a poor, average looking guy who thought he was lucky to have the woman he had until she listened to her friend and ruined everything. I was and can be totally faithful to one woman as long as she is totally faithful to me.

"Mindy won't be a problem and Sylvia will be served with divorce papers as soon as we get back home. Now enough talk, I think we need to finish what you started. Lie down and let me make love to you."

"No, you can lie there and I'll make love to you."

In actuality for the next two hours we made love to each other. When we had exhausted each other, we fell asleep in each other's arms and I felt more at peace than I had ever felt in my life.

For the next two days, I went to the casinos during the day and made love to Rachel at night. When we boarded the plane on Sunday morning to fly home, I had enough cash and cashier's checks to pay off the mortgage on the house that Sylvia and I had planned on getting old together in and the loan on her car. I was going to pay them off and give her everything so I could be out of the marriage as quickly as possible; I did not care who got what anymore. Rachel and I had already vowed to each other that we would be together until death separated us and I knew down in my heart that we would be too.

When we returned to our home town, I followed Rachel to her house and basically moved in with her that day. I did not bother calling either Sylvia or Mindy to let them know I was back in town. Monday morning as soon as it was open, I went to the bank and paid off the house and car loans before going to my old home to retrieve the things I wanted. I left all the keys I had to the house both inside and out along with the papers for the house and car plus my wedding ring on the table that Sylvia laid her things on as soon as she got home from work.

I went to see Charles and asked how long it would take him to draw up new divorce papers giving Sylvia the house and her car and a fifty/fifty split of everything else. I was surprised when he said they could be ready the next day and she could be served that same day. He tried to talk me out of doing it that way, but I told him I wanted out of the marriage as fast as possible so he finally stopped arguing and did what I asked.

Quitting my job at Fox Manufacturing was harder than I thought it would be. Mr. Fox had been like a father to me and the look of pain that followed his look of shock hurt me almost as much as the betrayal my wife had bestowed on me. He accepted my resignation only after I promised to stay for a month and teach one of the younger engineers everything I knew in that time. It would not be possible to do, but I did not let him know that.

"Mindy, I've met someone and she has become very special to me so I can't see you anymore." I told her after I had invited her into my old office at Fox. I think she thought something else was going to happen from the look of shock then anger that appeared on her face.

"What do you mean, you've met someone else, you sorry son of a bitch?" She yelled at me loud enough for anyone in the corridor outside my door to hear.

"Mindy, please calm down. I kept telling you not to get your hopes up about us. I told you I wasn't ready for another relationship and that we were only friends with benefits. You kept saying that you were okay with that. I'm sorry but I don't love you and I think deep down inside you knew that. I enjoyed our time together and I'm pretty sure you did too. We can still be friends only without the benefits if that's what you want."

The tears started then and I knew Mindy had let herself get farther than the friends with benefits relationship that she swore to me was enough when we had first gotten together.

"Don, please don't do this to me. I love you and need you to love me. I'll be a good wife, I promise. I'll never cheat on you like "she" did and you already know I'll do anything you want sexually. Please, Don."

"I'm sorry, Mindy. Someone else has already got my love and she is very possessive. I can't give you what you want."

"Fine, I'll go and see Sylvia and tell her everything! Let's see who comes out ahead in the divorce after I talk to her."

"I don't care about that anymore. She will definitely come out ahead financially from the divorce, but I think in the long term, I'll be ahead in the areas that matter most. I've found the woman I can love for the rest of my life and I know she loves me the same way. 

"I didn't mean for you to get hurt Mindy and kept telling you how I really felt about you. Please leave my office now. I need to start training Jeff so he can handle the job I'm doing when I'm gone."

Mindy started crying even harder than she had been and fled my office almost knocking over Jeff as he was standing outside my door.

"What was that all about?" He asked as soon as he was inside the door to my office.

"It upset her when I told her I was leaving the company. I think she has a huge crush on me and I guess she was hoping something would happen between us after my divorce. We don't have time to talk about that right now, though. Mr. Fox needs me to teach you all I know in the next month. I didn't have the heart to tell him that wasn't possible, but I will teach you all you need to know before I leave."

Jeff and I worked together for the rest of the day and lost track of time. The ringing of my company cell phone brought us back to reality.

"Holy shit, look what time it is." Jeff exclaimed. "Mary is going to kill me. I need to get home if that's okay, Don."

"Sure thing, Jeff. One marriage going down the tubes around here is enough; so go home, blame the late hour on me, and do whatever you need to so your wife will forgive you." 

"Hello, Sylvia." I said to the woman who I hoped to be free from in the not too distant future.

"Don, where the hell have you been and what is going on?" Sylvia yelled at me. "I found your wedding ring, a bunch of papers, and keys on the table when I got home. It looks like you're leaving me."

"Because that's exactly what I'm doing. I'm done. You'll be getting divorce papers tomorrow. You can have the house and your car, everything else will be split fifty/fifty."

"But Don, I love you. Please don't do this to me. We can get past this. Please give me a second chance." Sylvia said to me between the sobs of her crying.

"I can't, Sylvia. I've met someone else and she makes me feel more loved and wanted than I have ever felt, even with you. I didn't do this to us, you did. I tried to get you not go out and give yourself to another man, but you didn't listen. I'm sorry but I don't love you or want you anymore. 

"You might want to talk to your lawyer about suing Jerry for child support when you get one for the divorce." I said to her and heard her gasp of surprise. "Yes, I know you're pregnant and that was the straw that broke my back. I hope you have a good life with your new child, but I won't be a part of it after today. 

"My lawyer is Charles Wellington and his contact information will be with the divorce papers tomorrow. Please call him if you need to, but don't call me ever again. Goodbye, Sylvia." 

I did not feel any kind of emotions good or bad as I heard her wails of anguish over the phone before I disconnected the call. My guess was that my feelings for Rachel had already extinguished any spark of love I may have still had for Sylvia by then.

Rachel and I were like newlyweds for the next couple of weeks. We made love or fucked in every room of her big house, in and out of her pool, and even in the backseat of the Mercedes sedan she had along with her SL. I think we were both wishing we'd gotten together the first time I approached her back in college. I had not thought about my failing marriage or anything else that might have caused difficulties in my new relationship with Rachel; but my "happy as a pig in slop" days came to a near dead stop with two unexpected surprises, one from inside my marriage and the other from without.

"Hello Charles, are you calling me with some good news? Has Sylvia signed the divorce papers?" I answered my new phone the morning the first big blow occurred to my new life.

"No, she hasn't and the news is bad. Her lawyer is threatening to petition the court to order marriage counseling for the both of you. Unless there is something you can think of that we can humiliate her with to stop her from fighting the divorce, you'll be forced into counseling which will delay the divorce from being finalized." Charles informed me with I would swear to be a gleeful tone.

"Have you watched or listened to any of the recordings from my weekend away? Maybe she did something that weekend that we can use."

"No, I haven't watched or done anything with them. You said you didn't care anymore about coming out ahead so I didn't bother. I can access them today unless you want to."

"No, I don't. If I didn't have the stomach to listen to her escapades, I definitely don't have a strong enough one to see her in action if something did happen. You have my permission to view and listen to them and use whatever you find to stop her from prolonging our dead marriage. She killed it with her actions and by being disloyal to me when she listened to someone else instead of me. Your reputation of being a "shark" is the main reason I hired you so go rip her and her lawyer to pieces and get me my divorce." I told Charles, barely controlling my anger.

The second blow to my new happiness came the very next day when Rachel and I were both summoned to her father's office.

"Rachel is it true you have this man living with you?" Mr. Wells bellowed at us as soon as we were seated in his office.

"Yes Daddy, Don is living with me. Why are you so angry?" Rachel answered her father softly with a fearful tone which triggered my angry streak.

"You are upsetting her, you son of a bitch. Stop yelling at her like she was a child or..." I yelled back at him before he interrupted me.

"Or you'll what? For starters, she is my child and I'll yell at her if I want. For seconds, I don't want her involved with a married man who isn't worth her time. She needs to find a man that is more her equal, not some gold digging leach like you."

"Shut up, both of you just shut the hell up." Rachel started yelling in anger which was the prevailing emotion at that precise moment. "Daddy, Don is getting a divorce, he's not a gold digging leach, and I love him. If someone like John is who you think I need in my life, you need to think again. John wasn't close to being in Don's class as far as being a man is concerned. John didn't love me, wasn't faithful to me, and didn't know how to be honest if his life depended on it.

"Don loves me and don't ask me how that's possible because I can't explain it; but I know it's true. I also know he'll be faithful and honest with me about any and everything. Please Daddy, don't ruin my chance at true happiness by being an over protective ass. Please, can you do this one thing for me?" 

"I presume that you plan on marrying when his divorce is final, then Rachel?" Mr. Wells asked in a calmer tone.

"Yes, we do. We were thinking we'd do it at the courthouse in front of a justice of the peace since we've both had the big wedding once. You and Don's parents can be our witnesses if you want."

"There will have to be a pre-nup between the two of you."

"I'm not after what Rachel has; I truly love her so I'll sign a pre-nup if it's fair and reasonable." I told Mr. Wells.

"Are you going to move out of my daughter's house until your divorce is final?"

"No, he's not Daddy. He has nowhere else to go and I couldn't bear being separated from him now that we've fallen in love with each other. I know you're worried about mine and the company's reputations, but it's 2014 not 1954 and you need to lighten up. Business people today only care about one thing, profit, so my living arrangements won't hurt the company and I don't care about what people think of me. Don and I love each other, want to be together, and that's all I care about."

"Fine! I'll have the company lawyer start on the pre-nup right away." Mr. Wells huffed at us before dismissing us from his office.

Charles called later that afternoon with the news of what he'd found in the laptop's files which was the first bit of what I took to be good news. 

"Don, I viewed the video files from your weekend away and think I've found the leverage we need to force Sylvia into accepting the divorce, but I need you to give me the okay to do what I need to do."

"You have my permission to do whatever you need to so she'll stop fighting the divorce. Out of curiosity and without going into specifics, what have you found on the video?" I answered him.

"Only a little orgy your wife and another woman had in your house with four men on the Friday night you were gone is all. Do you need for me say anything more or was that enough? You do know I'll be threatening her with what's on the video, don't you Don?"

"Yes, but that's all I need to know. Do what you have to do so I can be free to be with the woman I know is my true soul mate. While we're talking, I need to know if you'll review a pre-nup between her and me when it's ready." 

"Yes, I can. Pre-nups are part of Family Law and Family Law is what I do. I'll even prepare a counter for the one they give you if the terms are too harsh. If there's nothing else, I need to call your wife's lawyer and schedule a meeting with the two of them as soon as possible. I'll let you know how it goes after I've met with them. Hang in there, Don, I see the light at the end of the tunnel. Good bye." With those last words of encouragement, Charles hung up on me before I could reply.




That Phrase... Sylvia Ch. 03



The next couple of weeks were a blur as I worked with Jeff at Fox Manufacturing in the mornings and with Michael with Rachel tagging along occasionally in the afternoons at Wells Industries. Jeff was catching on fairly quickly and I was confident he would be able to continue without me when I left Fox for good in the next week. Wells Industries was a totally different story though.

Michael was smart and caught onto what I was doing just as quickly as Jeff had, but Rachel's father was not as accepting to the suggestions of change she was proposing to him from my observations of their processes and techniques. Rachel's reminder to him of his promise to try any solution she gave him to fix the problems they were having with their new presses was the only reason he made those changes. The call I received from Charles was actually a bit of relief to me when it came on Thursday of that third week.

"I have some good news, Don. The threat of sending your wife's extra marital activities to everyone I could think of worked and she's agreed to sign the divorce papers. Are you sure you don't want me to use the first set of papers instead? You'll come out ahead like you wanted in the beginning if I do that." Charles asked me over the phone.

"No, I'm not going to hurt Sylvia any more than I already have by doing that. She'll need the material things we accumulated more than I will after the divorce so I'm going to let her have them. Enough talk about that, when can I come by tomorrow and let you look at the pre-nup for me? I've had it for a week, but haven't had time to read it yet and I thought you reading it would be more appropriate since you would understand the legalese better than I would."

"How about we meet tomorrow at twelve? You can bring us a couple of sandwiches, I'll provide the drinks and chips, and we'll look at it after we eat."

"Sounds good to me, Charles, and thanks for everything you've done for me. I hope we can stay friends after the divorce is over."

"You're welcome, Don, and I'd like that as well. I don't have many friends because of what I do for a living and haven't made a new one in a very long time; but unless there is something else I can do for you in my area of expertise, I need to get back to work." Charles said to me before hanging up without giving me a chance to reply which I was beginning to realize was SOP for him.

I told Rachel the good news that evening and was rewarded with an incredible night of pure animal sex, a new experience for me. After I had given her two orgasms with my mouth, tongue, and fingers, Rachel rode me cowgirl until she had another orgasm at which point she disengaged her pussy from my cock and replaced it with her mouth, sucking me to my own orgasm and swallowing our combined juices; another first for me.

Rachel continued sucking on my cock so that it only softened a tiny bit before it hardened into its former rigid state. Rachel rose up into a kneeling position, swung around so that her ass was facing me, and lowered her ass so that it blocked my view of what she was doing with my cock. Whatever she put on my cock, it was cool and slick feeling as she lathered it on my erection. 

Rachel lifted her ass and crawled forward until it was directly above my hard dick which she still had a firm grip on. She lowered her ass until her pucker hole made contact with my cock. She pushed her ass down and I watched as the crown of my dick popped into her anal channel past her sphincter. I was expecting her to ease down until I was buried deep inside her because the few times Sylvia had allowed me to fuck her ass that was the way she had made me do it. Imagine my surprise when, as soon as the head of my dick was inside her, Rachel slammed her body down so that I was buried to the hilt in an instant. Rachel began to rock back and forth at a furious pace until she screamed out with pleasure as her orgasm over took her.

When her orgasm had waned she stopped fucking my cock, turned her head toward me, and grinned at me with the most mischievous grin I had ever seen on a woman.

"Do you want to take my ass properly now, Don? Can you fuck my ass like you do my pussy when we're both so excited that we both lose control like two dogs in heat? That's what I want, Don. Can you make me your bitch for now and forever?" Rachel asked me while still grinning at me and riding my meaty phallus.

"Oh hell yes, you wanton bitch." I exclaimed while trying to control my mixed emotions.

Rachel disengaged herself from me and I stared in awe of her gaped open brown eye before she slapped me on the knee and admonished me to hurry and stick my big, hard dick back into her ass. I quickly got up on my knees behind her and slammed my cock back into her rectal channel where I began to pound her ass, driving her upper body, which she had dropped down onto the bed, into the mattress with each slam forward and jerking it back to me with each withdrawal of my dick from inside her.

Rachel had two more orgasms before I loosed my second load of seminal fluid into the last of her bodily orifices she had willingly and lovingly given to me. She collapsed forward as did I when the last spurt of my juices left my cock and entered her. We laid like that until we had both caught our breaths, then I flopped down onto my back while Rachel turned, crawled up the bed to me, and we embraced each other while kissing each other with tender loving kisses so different from the passion fueled ones we had shared earlier. We drifted off to sleep and I thought everything was finally perfect in my new life, but I would discover in only a few hours that my thought of happily ever after with Rachel would not be a certainty. 

To be continued.



That Phrase... Sylvia Ch. 04



After the amazing night of sex Rachel and I had shared, I was in a very positive state of mind when I met with Charles to go over the pre-nup Rachel's father insisted on. Those feelings would be replaced with anger and despair a short time later.

Charles was trying to read the document I had brought for him to review while eating the sandwich I had bought for him so that I could not tell if he liked or disliked what he was seeing in that document. After he finished eating, I could tell from his expressions that he did not like what he was reading. He looked at me when he had finished reading with a frown on his face.

"Did you read any of this, Don?" He asked me.

"No, I told you I didn't and that you would be able to understand the legal mumbo jumbo better than I could. Why?"

"Before I answer that, what kind of promises have you made pertaining to the pre-nup?"

"All I said was that I had no problem signing it if it was fair and reasonable."

"Then we have nothing to worry about because there is nothing fair or reasonable in that piece of crap."

"What do you mean, Charles? What does the pre-nup say?"

"It basically says you're screwed if you and Rachel divorce in the future no matter what the reason or who's at fault. You don't even get to keep anything of value you had before the marriage and that's definitely not fair or reasonable."

"I can't believe that Rachel knows anything about what that document says. She loves me and wouldn't try and screw me like that. Her father is behind this, I guarantee it. He doesn't think I'm good enough for his daughter and his lawyer is the one that drew it up. How much do you want to bet that Rachel will tear that "piece of crap", as you called it, up when I show it to her later today?"

"I would not take that sucker bet. Rachel's had to have seen this because her signature is on the next to last page, dated and notarized. Maybe you don't know Rachel as well as you think you do, Don. It goes without saying that I recommend you "Do not under any circumstance" sign the last page of this document. I'm done talking as your lawyer now, but as your friend. You need to take this to Rachel and find out what the hell is going on."

"I had already planned on doing that as soon as we were done. I'm having a hard time believing Rachel would do this to me. Can you put together a counter that would be as offensive to her as that one is to me?" 

"Yes, I can but it will take a few days for me to prepare it and I don't want to waste my time and your money unnecessarily. Take this to Rachel, let her know how unfair to you it is, and see if the two of you can work this out. For all we know, she trusted her father to do the right thing and signed it without reading it."

"Okay Charles, I'll go see her right now." I told him as I rose to leave, snatching the pre-nup and the manila envelope it had been in up off his desk before stomping out of his office in anger.

At that moment I was mad at Rachel's father because I was sure he was the one trying to screw me over. That anger would bounce from one person to another much like a ping pong ball in the next few hours before it would be replaced by a vindictive mood.

I drove straight to Wells Industries and hurried up the back stairs to Rachel's office. I threw the pre-nup down on her desk without uttering any pleasantries. I could see by her expression that Rachel was frightened by my obvious angry mood.

"Tell me you signed that without reading it, Rachel." I yelled at her.

"I can't do that, Don, because I did read it. I don't sign anything before reading it first, not even documents from my father. Why are you so angry?"

"I'm angry because there is nothing fair or reasonable about that piece of shit and now I'm even angrier because the woman I thought loved me unconditionally is okay with me getting the shaft in case we don't make it as a married couple. I guess the wedding is off and maybe our relationship is over. I won't sign that and I think I need to reevaluate the way I feel about you now that I know you're not the woman I thought you were. 

"I'll move my things into a storage unit and stay in a hotel until I can find myself an apartment. I probably ought to be thankful that your true colors came out before we got married. I wouldn't let Sylvia disrespect me and I can't let you do that either. Goodbye, Rachel."

"No Don, wait. Something's not right here. Please Don, give me a chance to read the pre-nup again because I swear the one I read was very generous toward you in case we didn't last which until this very minute I wasn't afraid of. I do love you with all my heart and swear I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. Please, wait a few minutes and then we can figure this out together. Please!"

"Okay, I'll wait in the outer office, but don't take all day."

I paced back and forth while Rachel read the papers I'd thrown on her desk. My pacing became too much for her secretary and she left her desk using the "Going on Break" excuse to flee. Forty five minutes later I heard a sob form the doorway into Rachel's office and looked over in that direction. Rachel was struggling not to burst into a major crying jag while tears ran down both her cheeks.

I did not think, only reacted, and had her wrapped up in my arms in a flash. Although she was trying to say something between her sobs, all I heard was her crying and some mumbled, indecipherable utterings. We stood like that until she had cried herself out and when she had; she grabbed the back of my neck and held me tight as she plastered her lips to mine and that sensation of electricity between us occurred again.

"Don, I swear to you on my mother's grave that piece of filth is not what I read and signed. I don't know how Daddy did it, but the next to last page is the only one I've seen before today. Please, can we sit down together and try to figure out what he's done?" Rachel implored of me.

"It's not hard to figure out, Rachel. Your father showed you one document, got you to sign it, and removed the page with your signature before placing it in the one he sent me. He must have thought I'd see your signature and sign mine without reading it. We both know he doesn't think I'm good enough for you, don't we?" 

"Yes, as much as it hurts me to admit it; in the back of my mind I knew he didn't approve of you. He sees us both as stupid kids that don't know anything about life and from different ends of the social structure. Appearance is still big to him and my marrying you would tarnish his appearance in the social circles he is a part of. 

"Don, I swear to you that I don't care about any of that. I love you and know you love me and will make me happier than I've been in a long time. That's what I care about. Please Don, let's get married and to hell with Daddy's precious pre-nup."

"We could do that, but what would your father do next to sabotage our relationship? We have to confront him about this now so that he learns that we won't let him dictate how our life together is going to go. If he tried this and we let it slide, he'll try something in the future to tear us apart and you know it as well as I do." I told the new love of my life with apprehension controlling my emotions at that moment. If she would not have my back in standing up to her father then our relationship was over before it got any farther along. 

"You're absolutely right, Don. Let's go and tell him we aren't going to put up with any more bullshit like that worthless bunch of papers over there." Rachel exclaimed to me in anger and my apprehension was replaced with elation.

"Hold on one moment, baby. I need to do one little thing first." I said to the woman I knew was the true love of my life before using the multi-tool I always carried to remove the staple from the pre-nup I had received. 

When Rachel and I looked closely at the page with her signature on it, we could see the two sets of staple holes that were in it. We walked hand in hand to her father's office, ignored his secretary as she tried to stop us, and entered his inner sanctum; interrupting him during a phone call to someone named Louie.

"What the hell...?" He started to yell after hurriedly hanging up the phone before Rachel yelled over him.

"SHUT UP, DADDY! JUST SHUT THE HELL UP!"

I squeezed Rachel's hand hard enough to get her attention and mouthed to her to calm down. Even though I was as angry as she was, I seemed to have mine under better control than she did so I began to speak in a close to conversational tone to Mr. Wells.

"This farce of a pre-nup you tried to trick me into signing is "What the hell", sir." I said to him before flinging it at him and watching as the pages separated and flew in all directions.

"Did you think I would sign on the dotted line without reading that because Rachel had already signed it? I love your daughter, but I'm not blinded by that love like some immature teenage boy would be. I've already told Rachel so now it's your turn; I can not and will not sign that or any other pre-nup that is not fair and reasonable.

"Rachel and I both know you don't approve of me as husband material, but I love her more than any other man can or ever will. I'll do everything I can to make her happy for the rest of my life and I'll do all that I can to provide her with what she needs, also."

"You can't possibly support her in the life style that she's used to and you know it." Mr. Wells blustered at me.

"He doesn't have to, Daddy. I can learn to live the lifestyle that he can support us in if that's what it takes for me to be with him. I finally know what love, true love, feels like and I'm not giving it up for anything. 

"Don and I are going to get married when his divorce is final with or without your blessings. I don't need country club memberships, big fancy parties, or any of those other things that go along with the lifestyle you think I need to live. All I ever wanted was to find someone who loved me totally and unconditionally and now that I've found that someone; I'll do whatever it takes to hold onto him. 

"Daddy, please don't try and force me to choose between you or Don because I promise you, you will lose. Don and I are together and are going to stay together until death separates us. Please Daddy, stop being an emotionless business tycoon and be the loving father you have been in the past. Leave my relationship with Don alone so we can continue to be happy."

"Fine, if you want to throw the good life away to live in mediocrity with him, so be it. I'll expect your letter of resignation on my desk by this time tomorrow. Now get the hell out of my office." Mr. Wells told us in a tone barely below a yell.

I expected Rachel to breakdown in tears after what her father said to her, but anger mixed with determination is what I saw in her as we retreated to her office.

"Demand my resignation. Thinks I'll give in like I have in the past. Thinks I don't have what it takes to stand up to him. What a surprise he's going to get come this time tomorrow." I heard Rachel reciting to herself as we walked back to her office.

"We're not to be disturbed for any reason, Lisa. For that matter, take the rest of the day off and lock the outer door behind you when you leave." Rachel told her secretary before going into her inner office and closing the door behind us.

Rachel immediately got on the phone as soon as she had sat down behind her desk. I sat and listened for the next two hours as she first called people I did not know and asked for their support at an emergency board meeting that she was going to demand for the next day and then called people I had deduced were the other board members and got the meeting she wanted for the next day. 

She called her father last to inform him of the meeting and from the way she hurriedly hung up the phone; I could tell that he was not happy about it.

"Rache, baby, what are you doing?" I asked timidly from the couch I was sitting on.

"Something I should have done years ago but didn't have the strength to until you came into my life; standing up to my father. I'm not going to roll over and give into him anymore with you having my back. You do have my back, don't you Don?"

"Yes, I do, babes, now and for always as long as you don't do something stupid like Sylvia did."

Rachel sprang up out of her chair and sprinted the short distance between her chair and the couch I was now standing in front of before leaping into my arms. She began kissing me with passion which led to us christening her office couch with our combined sexual juices. It was dark when we awoke from the nap we took following our third and final coupling of the afternoon.

I had to know so on the drive to the house we were now sharing, I asked her. "I know you're standing up to your father, but what are you doing specifically, Rachel?"

"With the votes that were promised to me this afternoon, I have fifty one percent and can force the board to replace Daddy with me as CEO. I'm not going to let him force me out of the company without a fight and since I have to fight; I may as well fight to win. Together, the two of us can run Daddy's company as good as or better than he does." Rachel answered me, but I could see a glimmer of doubt in her eyes and face as she told me.

"Rachel, I can see that you have doubts about what you've just said. Please, don't do that. I know without a doubt that together, we can run your father's company better than he is. You don't have his fear of change and change is what needs to happen for Wells Industries' continued success. You told me you trusted me so let go of your doubts and trust in what I'm saying, Wells Industries will be better than it is now if you succeed tomorrow and we work together."

"Then you need to trust this, I am going to succeed tomorrow so you'd better be in for the long haul." Rachel said to me with a twinkle in her eye. Although Rachel tried to revive my cock for more sex when we retired to bed later in the evening, it would not rise to the occasion so we ended up cuddling and caressing each other until we drifted off to sleep.

Rachel was successful in ousting her father from both his CEO position and from his seat on the board which, after some heated discussion and threats by Rachel, I was installed in. Rachel's father stormed out of the meeting and, even though both Rachel and I tried to make peace with him over the next several years that was the last time we saw him in person until the day we stood side by side at his coffin during the wake his friends held for him before his funeral. 

My ignoring her phone calls completely finally made Sylvia realize I did not want to talk to her and she quit calling me; but at least twice a week for the fifteen weeks between the filing of the divorce papers and the court date set for the finalization of our divorce, she called Charles and tried to get him to talk me into seeing her. He would tell me about the calls, but did not try and talk me into seeing Sylvia after my fit of anger the one time he did try. My hope that Sylvia had given up on seeing me was a futile one when she surprised me outside the gym I continued to work out in every day but Sunday a week before the court date.

"Don, please don't run away until you at least listen to me." Sylvia begged of me that morning. 

"I'll listen to what you have to say, but I don't have all day here, Sylvia."

"Can't we go somewhere and sit down at least, Don?"

"No, we can't. Right here is good enough for me. Tell me what you wanted to tell me or I'm leaving Sylvia."

"Don, I'm sorry, so, so sorry about what I've done; but I still love you and don't want the divorce. Why didn't you want to at least try to help me fix our marriage, Don? I don't understand why you just gave up on our marriage. Did you hate me so much that you wouldn't even try?"

"It wasn't you I hated Sylvia, it was the disloyalty you showed to me. You listened to someone else instead of me, the one person you promised to share everything with, to work with through rough times, and to cherish, forsaking all others. You broke those promises, not me, you. 

"I did everything I could to make you happy because you were special to me, but after you gave yourself to another man, you stopped being special and became just another selfish woman who didn't appreciate what she had until it was no longer there.

"We had something wonderful until your actions on that Friday night killed our marriage, Sylvia, and it wasn't going to come back no matter what either of us did. You know as well as I do that what I'm saying is true. 

"Could we have gone to counseling and stayed together as a couple? Maybe. Would I be able to forget those marks you brought home that night from Jerry? In time, probably. Would I have ever felt the same about you as I had before your one night stand? Not a chance.

"Would you really have wanted to stay in a marriage like that, Sylvia? What would we have done about Jerry getting you pregnant? Did you think I'd raise another man's child as my own because that was what you wanted? I knew you still wanted children after we found out I couldn't sire any and since you're still carrying his illegitimate child; wouldn't have considered an abortion so how do you think we could have stayed together with you keeping his child?

"I'm warning you right now that if you're thinking about contesting the divorce; you better think again. What do you think would happen if one your nieces or your nephew got to the mail before Sydney or her husband did and started watching the DVD they found there thinking it was a Disney movie only to see you being spit roasted by two men? How long would it be before Sydney would let you near her kids again?

"You know you're going to need her for support after the divorce and her receiving a DVD of your debauchery would definitely strain the relationship between the two of you. Let the divorce go through so we both can move on with our lives."

"You...you...hate... me... that... much, Don?" Sylvia managed to stammer out between sobs after my little rant.

"No, I don't hate you, Sylvia. To be honest, I don't feel anything anymore when it comes to you. I have found someone that makes me feel more loved than I have ever felt even with you. I guess I owe you a "Thank you" for doing what you did because if you hadn't, I never would have found my true love. I hope you find someone else to love Sylvia and have a good life with him, but it is over between us and it's time to move on. Goodbye and good luck." I said to her before moving around her, getting into the Mercedes that Rachel had given me to drive after I had returned the car Fox Manufacturing had provided for me, and driving away while she leaned against her car and wept.

That was the last time I saw Sylvia in person because she did not appear at the hearing for our divorce which was granted after I assured the judge that I was fine with the terms set forth in it. Sylvia got the house and her car free and clear plus half of everything else and I got Rachel.

Epilogue

Rachel and I married two weeks after my divorce with my parents as witnesses. Wells Industries thrived under our combined management of it. Wells Industries bought Fox Manufacturing when it became available after Mr. Fox's health began to decline due to his age. Rachel and I lived in wedded bliss until her death from ovarian cancer twenty eight years after we found each other. I sold everything we owned, bought a motor home, and have spent the days since her death traveling the highways of the good old US of A. 

I don't know what happened to Sylvia, but whenever I would think of her, I would imagine that she found a man who loved her as much as I loved Rachel and she had as good a life as I had. 

              The End