12 comments/ 59197 views/ 12 favorites The Rotarians By: bucksilver This is a work of pure fiction. However, watching people for over sixty years, I have to say, it could happen. I have spent quite a bit of my life in Rotary, Masonic Lodge and Church listening and watching. It could have already happened, somewhere. * Shortly after lunch at the Rotary Club's Fourth of July Picnic found Timothy Jensen sitting across from Charlene Miller, talking about anything and everything. Not quite thirty years old, Tim had become a prominent Certified Public Account in their small city in California's Central Valley. He was also vice president of the local Rotary Club. Charlene was the wife of Stanley Miller, chief executive officer of a large agricultural corporation that was the major employer in the area. Stan, among other community service positions, was the president of Rotary. He had married the boss's daughter almost five years prior and rose quickly through the ranks to take the reins from his father. After Stan's suggested public stock offering and sale, Charlene's parents, Sam and Colleen Hendricks retained 65% of the company's stock. The IPO was well received by investors, taking the company to new heights. As the 29 year old Tim chitchatted with the 28 year old Charlene, he kept an eye on his wife of three years, Cynthia. A cute, blond, blue eyed 26 year old, who could be exciting due to her spontaneous personality. Five foot five inches tall, she had a shapely little body of 34C-22-34 that was more than full of energy. Tim's income was more than enough to keep Cindy home in an upper middle class neighborhood. Dragging her feet in becoming a mother, she spent a lot of her time as Charlene's sidekick. Their husbands both Masons, the two women spent quite a bit of their time serving with Charlene's mother in the Eastern Star, Rotarianns and some other local charities. Most all agreed that Charlene was the mature one of the pair. The comment among the men of the club was that she had quite a clear head on a very nicely made body. Marcus Jackson, manager of a national bank's local branch usually commented that he would like to get his big black cock into either or both of their tight white pussys. Charlene, an attractive woman five foot nine inches, had an hour glass figure of 36C-24-36. Unlike Cindy, she had been trying to get pregnant for at least the last two years. She had herself checked out and was told that everything was in proper working order. However, she could not get Stan to go in and get checked to see if the problem was with him. Watching as her husband sat down next to Cindy at another table, Charlene asked, "Tim? You are the only person on the face of this earth that I would even consider asking this question. But ah, here it goes. How's your sex life lately?" Tim gazed at his attractive friend across the table. They were both born in this town. Although, he was born middle class and she into the wealthiest family for miles around, they had crossed paths in high school and now had become friends through the Rotary Club. He looked right at her and smiled, "Yeah, that's the way it is, isn't it? You are the only woman I know that I would even consider answering that question. Ahhh, to give you a simple answer, it's been almost non-existent for the last month or even six weeks. Before that it was great, couldn't ask for much more. Why do you ask?" Charlene met his eyes with hers, "Yeah, same here. We've done it once in the last thirty days or so. That one seemed like it was just a, well ah..." "A mercy fuck?" "Yeah, to put it crudely. But, yeah, that's exactly how it felt. Like he is getting it somewhere else." "Yep, same here." "It isn't just the sex either." Charlene said, gazing toward her husband, thinking about how charming he could be. Growing in Minneapolis and attending the University of Minnesota, he was born leader. He was his high school's football quarter back and captain of his college varsity football team. He had even received an offer from the Vikings pro football organization. Graduating at 21 years old and at the top of his class with a business administration degree, he decided to enter the corporate world as a junior executive. Now 32 years old, 6'2" tall, broad shouldered, he cut a handsome, imposing figure. Turning back to Tim, she asked,. "You don't suppose that our loving spouses are having an affair, do you?" Tim took a draw on his long neck bottle of beer, "I don't know, Charlene, but it's entirely possible. It seems like every time we get together lately they talk to each other more than they do either of us." He noticed that the dance band was settling up in the pavilion and they were laying out a dance floor. Nodding toward the band, he said, "Once that band gets going, we'll have to cut in just to dance with them. But, you know Charlene? Lately, it seems like you and I have more to talk about than I do with Cindy. I think I still love her, but when I notice that she seems more comfortable with someone else, well, I wonder if she still loves me." Charlene gazed over at Tim, considering how easy it was to talk to him. How they were sharing so freely their most inner thoughts and concerns. She had come to the conclusion that it was easier to share with Tim than it was with Stan. He never seemed to be interested in anything she wanted to talk about. She added to Tim's comment about Cindy, "When we have been together lately, she doesn't communicate like she used too, acts preoccupied. Wrapped up in her own thoughts. Stan? Well, he has been simply hard to talk too. As far as dancing this evening? Well, all things considered, if we want to dance, I'll bet it'll have to be with each other, or someone else." Tim thought about her comments for a few moments. "You know Charlene? I think I like that idea, dancing with you, that is.. I certainly have no problem with it, do you?" Charlene moved to the same side of the picnic table as Tim. She sat down facing away, with her elbows resting on the table. Still watching Stan and Cindy, she turned her head toward him, "No Tim, I don't have any problem with that, at all. Especially in view of what I am watching right now." Then she turned her whole body toward him, resting on one elbow, she asked, "Tim? Do you want children?" His response was quick and honest, "Yes Charlene, I do. I really do want children." "How many?" "I don't know. A couple, at least." "I want five or six. Stan's been dragging his feet on having any..." "That's a lot of kids, Charlene. But, you know? If they don't waste your body, then why not?" Charlene smiled and said, "Well, we could spread them out over ten or twelve years." "Yeah, you could do that. I think it would make for a really interesting life. The best I've ever got out of Cindy is a willingness to have one. I think brothers and sisters are part of the growing up process. But, that's just me. I had a brother and sister, Cindy was an only child." "Yeah, I know what you are saying. I had three brothers. Being the only girl... Well, I got a taste of being an only child. Both of my parents were always there when I needed them. But, my dad always likes doing things with his sons, like hunting and fishing. He loves his little girl and I will always be his little girl... Annd, I have to admit, he taught me how to shoot shotguns, rifles, pistols and revolvers... I really do like to shoot trap and skeet. My dad left the girl stuff to my mother."" "Yeah, I know what you mean. My dad treated my brother and I like that. Taught us how to hunt and fish, how to treat women and my sister how to treat men. She's gave him four grand kids, God rest his soul. But, until the day he died, she was still his little girl. I think you would like her. You two could really relate..She was a sophomore when you graduated." "Humm yeah, I know how that goes with your sister. Except, my dad keeps asking me when I am going to give him some grand children. By the way, not to change the subject, but I will.. I keep forgetting to tell you that all of my brothers and my father agree that you are the best shot that they know. That you fill your tags every year. Also, that you have even taught my dad some tracking tricks." Tim laughed, "Yeah but, they taught me a couple of things. We've had some good times. I'll always remember the last time my dad went with us." "Yeah, I heard about that from Stan. You guys out there drinking that ol' sour mesh whiskey out of steel cups. He was jealous as hell of you. It was his first camping trip. First time in his life that he ever saw a deer alive, or dead.. He said you made it all look so easy." They fell silent for a few moments. Then they heard a female voice say, "What are you two doing over here all by yourselves?" It was Elizabeth, Eric Jorgenson's wife. Eric was a local family law attorney and treasurer of the Rotary Club. Charlene answered, "Hey Liz. How you doin'?" "Oh ya know. What I can, when I can, as often as I can." Tim said, "Hey Liz. Where's Eric?" "Oh he's over there on his cell phone. I guess one of the families he thought were going to avoid divorce got in to it. The cops were called... So, he's trying to do his part with out leaving the picnic. Maybe that's one of the reasons I love him so. He'll spend ten or twenty minutes on the phone instead of taking off and missing most of something like this. And, I can live with that." Tim thought about Liz as he listened to the two women talk. If there was one woman that could give him a wet dream, it was Liz. Five foot ten inches tall, she had to have double E breast, maybe a 26 inch waist and thirty eight inch hips. Wearing Bermuda shorts, her long shapely legs and fine ass were out there for all to enjoy. However, Elizabeth Jorgenson was not available to anyone except her husband. Many slick guys had tried. White, brown and black, to include the black Rotarian Marcus Jackson. Tim just assumed that with three children and one due in less than six months, Eric fully satisfied his wife. He guessed that Eric had handled enough divorces to learn how to avoid it himself by keeping his wife happy and satisfied. Soon the table was full of people chatting. Then the dance band began to play. As expected, Tim and Charlene noticed that their spouses were one of the first couples out on the dance floor. Charlene leaned over toward Tim and whispered, "Tim? Why don't you and I take a walk and talk about what we're going to do about them?" "Yeah, good idea.. I'll go get us a couple o' bottles of beer. You go to the restroom, then come out and around the group. I'll meet you in those trees about thirty or forty feet behind the drink tent. That way, nobody will see us alone and think about us what we do about Stan and Cindy." "You got it. See you in about ten minutes. Amber Bock, if they still have some." Tim handed Charlene the dark brown bottle of beer, "They still had some, that's great." she said after taking a long pull on the bottle. Walking deeper into the grove of trees, they noticed a couple down in a lower area doing it in the missionary position. They watched for a minute or so, then Charlene asked, "Isn't that Shanna Jackson and the new M.D. in town, Tom Hodges." Tim watched the white ass raise and fall as the white cock was buried into a black pussy. Black arms and legs were wrapped tightly around his white body. "Yeah, I think you are right about that." Tim said with a little chuckle. Taking into consideration the exploits of Shanna's husband. Charlene took another long pull on her bottle of beer, "It would seem that dear Shanna is growing tired of hearing about her husband trying to get his big black cock into every white woman in town. We've lost count of how many times he's hit on Cindy, me and /or Liz. She popped him once. I mean, Liz really let him have it, open handed. But wow, just the sound of it let you know it had to sting. He almost lost his balance." "I'll bet it came with a few choice words, too." "Oh yeah, you know Liz. She says it like it is, in no uncertain terms. She let him have it, verbally and physically. Cindy would just giggle and walk away. But, that's what bothers me here. Knowing her and Stan like I do, well, this has got to be more than just a little sexual fling." They walked deeper into the park, then Tim asked, "Do you remember a guy in high school named Troy Reiner?" "Yeah sure. Real dweeb. Short, walked like a penguin. Although, he had a great sense of humor. I always thought that he should become a stand up comic, he even looked funny." "That's him. He's lost some of that sense of humor to life's hard knocks. Had to work his way through college. Then he spent a year in China teaching English. Brought back a Chinese bride and a good command of the language, Mandarin, I think. Anyway, he runs a private eye company here in town. I thought we'd get together with him tomorrow, say lunch?" "OK, I'm up for that. But Tim, where? Almost anywhere in this town we would risk tipping off Stan and/or Cindy." "You know that road house outside of town about ten miles?" "Yeah, I know the place. Dead during the day, really rough at night." "Yep, that's the place. I'll get Troy to meet us out there about noon tomorrow." Tim and Charlene walked and talked for another half hour, causing her to wonder why she had better communication with Tim than she had with Stan. They re-entered the picnic from different directions and a few minutes apart, joining their spouses at the same table. Aware that Stan was the better dancer, Tim asked Cindy if she had fun dancing with him. She giggled, then answered "Yes." He asked her to dance with him. Again she giggled, "Not now, silly. I'm too tired. Stan really wore me out. Maybe later." She said still smiling. Her grin turned to a frown when Tim looked down toward the other end of the table and asked, "Hey Liz, want to dance?" Eric, not being much of a dancer, nodded "Yes." Liz, noticing what had been going on between Stan and Cindy, stood up quickly and said, "You betcha Tim, let's go..." Cindy was even more upset when after two dances with Liz, Tim came back and asked Charlene to dance. Stan was not too happy, either. Tim and Cindy were silent most of the way home. When they started down the street toward their driveway, she said, quietly, "You danced very close to Charlene." Tim responded with, "No closer than you and Stan." Her head snapped around to face him and her month dropped open. But, nothing came out. She didn't think he noticed. Pulling into the driveway, she said, "You spent a lot of time with Charlene, today." He clicked the garage door open, then said,in a matter of fact tone, "No more than you spent with Stan." As their car came to a stop in the garage, Cindy remained in her seat, staring at her husband. She could not help but wonder if he had caught on to her affair. Two years younger than Charlene, she was quite a bit more immature and was now finding it very hard to keep her secret from Tim. Before they left the car, she purred, "Timmie? I've had a lot of beer today and well ah, you know that makes me horny." Tim looked at his wife, thinking, "OK, I hope you make it better than that last mercy fuck. I'll do my part and we'll see. This just might be the last time." Then he said, "Sure, why not? It's been a long time..." He stepped out of the car thinking how good it felt to wrap his arms around Charlene and draw her close while they were dancing. Stan and Charlene arrived home without speaking a word since they left the picnic. She knew he was upset because of how close she had danced with Tim. Her comments when he mentioned it did not help at all. When she was out of their car, she said, "I'm going to take a shower. See you in bed." As she entered the house, she said under her breath, "I hope I bruised that big ego of yours, Stan the Man. President of Rotary, Steward in the Masonic Lodge, head of Stewardship and Administration at church and let's not forget CEO of my family's corporation." ---------------------------------- Charlene parked her car at the mall. Walked in one end and walked out the other, stepping into Tim's SUV. When they arrived at the bar & grill, Troy was waiting. "Been here long?" asked Tim as he and Charlene joined him. "Nah, about five minutes. Good selection, Tim. I know the owner of this place. He'll make sure nobody remembers you two ever coming here. However, it is kind of beneath you guys' social status, isn't it?" Both Tim and Charlene laughed. Tim said, "Yeah it is. But, that's what makes it so perfect. Nobody we know is going to come in here." Troy smiled, "Yeah, you're right about that. So, you guys think you might have cheating spouses. Cheating with each other, that it?" "Yeah, that's about it, alright." concurred Tim. "Did you bring me the info I asked for?" Charlene brought out a three ring binder just as the waitress came for their drink orders. Troy said to the waitress, "After you bring our drinks, wait about a half hour before you come back for our lunch order." He then took the binder from Charlene. The first few pages were pictures of Stan and Cindy. After looking them over, Troy said, "Good selection of pics." Flipping to the information page, he nodded his head, then said, "Good, everything I wanted is here. Driver's licence, social security numbers, yeah good..." He flipped to the subsequent pages. "Great, all the info on both houses and cars, you guys going to Eric with this?" Charlene replied, "If you prove that what we suppose is true, then yeah, we'll go to Eric." Their drinks were served. When the waitress left their table, Troy said, "Good, I do a lot for him. If they are gettin' it on, we'll get Eric what he needs and my fee will be incorporated in his." Tim said, "Good, Charlene and I have agreed to split all fees right down the middle." Troy looked up at them after reading the last page and closing the binder. "OK, I'll tell you what. I'll take a one thousand dollar retainer right now." Charlene reached for her purse to get out her check book. Troy continued, "From what I hear so far, it is highly unlikely that they are not having an affair. However, if they are not, then I'll take my earned fees out of the retainer. If it is not enough, you will get a bill with my report. If I prove that they are in fact sexually and/or romantically involved, I'll deduct the retainer and send my bill to Eric. My report will go to all three of you." As Charlene wrote the check, Tim said, "That sounds good to me." Then he leaned toward Charlene and said, "When we get back to town we'll go by an ATM and I'll get you cash." Completing the check, Charlene handed it to Troy and said, "I handle all the household bookkeeping. Stan doesn't even know that I have this particular account and I don't think he really cares.." After they ordered lunch she said, "It hit me this morning that maybe Stan thinks that he has gotten all the mileage he can out of me. I want to start a family and he doesn't..." Troy took a drink from his glass of beer, "That's enough to get a guy looking elsewhere. Tim, what does Cindy say about having children?" "She's an only child. So, all she wants is one, maybe two and not right now. I want more than that. The thing is, we can't seem to talk about it without raising our voices. We don't want to argue, so we just don't discuss it." Troy slipped the binder into his brief case and said, "Kids are most likely their common ground. Maybe that's what has brought them together. We'll see..." They went on to chat through lunch and listen to Troy talk about his year in China. He also talked about the bride he brought back and their two children. After lunch they set another time and date to get together, then parted ways. As Tim and Charlene walked to Tim's SUV, he asked, "Do you have to get right back to town?" The Rotarians "Heck no, it's what, two or a little after? Stan doesn't get home until five thirty or six. What do you have in mind?" "Well, one of the CPA's that work for me got a big inheritance and his wife has become a real gold digger. She's been messing around with the brother of one of the attorneys here in town. He told me that he has a video of his wife having sex with both brothers at the same time and the three of them conspiring to take him to the cleaners..." Tim unlocked the passenger's side door for her and said, "I'll finish when I get in on my side." Once in the vehicle, he started it and began to move out of the parking lot, then continued, "Anyway, although his parents lived on the coast by Santa Barbara, they owned a cabin in Twain Hart, out past Sonora. He inherited it, but never took title to it. He's has already talked to Eric and has offered to sell it to me for Eric's fees. So, I thought that if you had the time, we could go take a look at it. He says it is self contained, really nice place. But, it just carries to many memories of him and his dad that died a couple of years ago." "Sounds interesting. Sure, let's go, I have all afternoon." said Charlene. Out on the road she thought over her feelings toward Tim since the Rotary picnic. Then when they arrived at the intersection to turn onto the road back to town and Tim turned in the direction away from town she looked toward him asking herself, "Timothy Jensen? Am I falling in love with you?" Then returning her gaze to the road she thought, "Apparently Stan has stopped loving me and Cindy doesn't love Tim anymore. And, I can't trust Stan any more, because I know in my heart what Troy will find. But, I can't help admitting the fact that I trust Tim totally. There can't be real love unless there is trust, first." And, she had to admit to herself that it felt good to have his arms wrapped around her body, dancing so very close. To begin with, the cabin was larger and nicer than Tim had anticipated. He also realized that it was worth a lot more than the offered price. Upon entering it, they found the interior Spartan, but well equipped. It had two bedrooms. One down stairs that had bunk beds enough for six people. The master bedroom encompassed the whole upstairs. A king sized bed dominated the room. It had a master bath and a balcony. As Tim checked out the closet and bath, Charlene stood in the middle of the room, feet together, hands behind her back, watching him, "Tim?" Coming out of the bathroom, he replied, "Yes ma'am." "Ah, I ah, well, I think that they made it very clear to all who noticed, that they don't love us anymore. I really think that Troy will just prove that. Then that show they put on really amused me. Upset because you and I danced to close? Really? Everybody's already talkin' about it. That they are doing something behind our back with each other. I really think that they just couldn't find the opportunity to get it on at the picnic..." Looking out at the balcony through the french doors, he said, "Yep, I think you are absolutely right about all of that. When Cindy and I got home that night she was horny as hell. So, we got it on and I gotta say... It was good. But, it was more like a one night stand in my single days. Certainly not a husband and wife making love to one another. It reminded me of a couple of times when I picked up a girl that had been dumped by the guy that had brought her to the party, concert or what ever. I'd learned their name about a half hour before I got them into the sack..." He turned to face her. She was now about two paces away from him, feet together, hands at her sides."But, the fact remains that I was her second choice that night." He stepped over to about 12 inches from her. Charlene said in almost a whisper, "I ah, I don't feel married to Stan anymore... I ah, well, I know in my heart that they've broken the bonds of marriage. But Tim? I can't say that he has broken my heart. I just don't love him anymore. Does that make any sense to you?" "It hurts, I gotta say, it hurts. To me marriage is a life time commitment to one person. I guess she doesn't see it that way. But yeah, what you said makes sense to me." Tim said. Six foot tall, average build, he wrapped his rather long arms around her waist. Drew her up on her tiptoes and kissed her. When he let her back down on her feet, she looked him in the eyes, then rose back up and kissed him. When their lips parted the second time, he asked, "Charlene? Divorce seems inevitable here. So, when they become final, Ummm, would you consider spending the rest of your life with me?" Charlene gave him big smile, "Yes, yes I would seriously consider that proposition. I'd love to become the next Missus Timothy Jensen and give my husband a bunch of kids." Arms still wrapped around each other, she gave him another kiss. When their lips parted, she whispered, "Take me Tim. I want you inside of me here, now, please? Make me your woman. I think we will soon see proof that Stan doesn't want me anymore." Neither of them could peel their clothes off fast enough. Naked first, Charlene drew the bed's dust cover off, then drew back the covers. She then turned to face the now naked Tim. She ran her tongue over her lips and purred, "Hummm yummy. Nice equipment. Can't wait to feel it in action." Taking him by the hand, she led him to the bed. Then sat him down on the edge. Dropping to her knees in front of him, she spread his legs and went to work on his cock with her hands and month. When he was up and ready, she rose and said, "I'm hot and wet, you're up and hard. Time to put it all together." He wrapped his arms around her and they rolled onto the bed. After a bit of tickling and kissing, Tim slipped his erect cock in about three inches and began probing for her G-spot. Finding it, he worked her into a mild orgasm. Gripping the sheet, she moaned and squealed softly, "OH, Oh yesss. That's Oh so different. Yes Timmie. Oh so good..." As she floated down off her orgasmic high, he plunged his cock into the hilt. She gasp, eyes widened and her lips formed an "O". But, no sound emerged. Tim was not especially long or wide, a little longer than average. However, the head of his cock was pushing on her cervix, seeking entrance into her womb. He began long, fast hard strokes that shock her whole body and gave a slapping sound when his hips came into contact with her uppers thighs. She began to meet his down stroke with a thrust of her hips. Sending her into a wild orgasm like none she had before Tim. It seemed that the first gentle orgasm simply prepared her for the second intense climax. When she came crashing down off her high, he rolled them over to place her on top. Charlene began moving up and down on him with slow short strokes, hoping to prolong it for both of them. She smiled down at Tim and asked, "Were you serious about spending the rest of our lives together?" "You betcha... I don't joke about things like that." he said as he fondled her breasts. "I think the picnic just brought something to a head that has been developing for about a year or so..." He thrust up to meet her down stroke "Oh Charlene? Your little pussy feels so good on my cock..." "Hummm Mister Jensen, your cock seems to fit quite well..." she said as she increased the length and speed of her strokes. Then she settled down on him and leaned over inches from his face, "Damn, you feel good inside me. Ummm, Tim? Were you serious about having kids?" "Yes, yes Charlene I am dead serious..." She began to move again and as the intensity built up between them he uttered, "Oh damn that's good. Ah yes, ah Oh wow, a loving wife, true and honest with her self and her husband, oh don't stop baby, don't stop... Oh yes baby that makes everything else worthwhile. Oh yeah, here it comes..." He took her bouncing breasts back into his hands and she began to enter into another wild orgasm and hit her crescendo as he exploded inside of her. When his cock stopped pulsating, she collapsed onto his chest. Panting, she managed to say in a little over a whisper, "That's got to be the best sex I've ever had. I, I ah... I've never had three orgasms. I feel lucky if I have one. I ah.. Wow, do you do it like that with Cindy?" "Not lately. But, I gotta say, what we just had was better than anytime with her. She's kind of a prude with me. The missionary position is the only one she likes. She doesn't want to try any others." Tim replied as Charlene laughed. When his cock had softened, it fell out of her pussy, so still panting, she slid off to his side and purred, "I love you, Timothy. No matter what we find out about them..." she paused to catch her breath, "Ah, I want to divorce Stan and be your wife for the rest of my life." He kissed her and then the lover went on to share deep inner feelings, thoughts, hopes, desires, dreams, and their anger with the spouses. Then she asked him, "You wanta do it again?" He rolled her over on to her back, kissed her and asked, "Want some tongue on pussy action?" She laughed, "I like that. Stan won't do to me. Wants me to suck on him, but won't do that to me. But Tim, not with this sloppy pussy, unless you are into cream pies." "Not really." She pushed him over onto his back. Then swung his legs around to get him sitting on the edge of the bed. Slipping down to her knees before him, she purred, "I'll get him up, then you can just fuck me... Fuck me like you just did. You can get that tongue down there some other time. Now lover, just fuck me..." As she went down on his soft cock, he said, "OK, I'm good with that." When his cock was up and ready he reached under her arms and lifted her up. Standing up himself, he rose her up to where her breasts were at his eye level. "Wrapped your legs around me, Charlene and wrap your arms around my shoulders." With one hand holding her in place, he used the other hand to line up himself up with her pussy. Then he let her slide down on his cock. "Oh, that's different. Oh wow." she said with a giggle. He brought her up, then let her slide back down, meeting her with a thrust of his hips. Using her arms she moved back and forth from his chest as she moved up and down on his cock. "Ohh Timmie! Sooo different and sooo good." she moaned as he let her upper body out to the extent of his arms. She grasp his upper arms with each hand and held on tight. He began thrusting into her and spinning them around. Charlene went into the wildest orgasm she had ever experienced. Before her orgasm had a chance to subside, he laid her on the bed with his body on top. He pounded her with long, fast strokes that she had come to know so very well. Achieving another peak in her orgasm, he rolled her over on top. With his hands on her hips, he moved her up and down on his cock. Thrusting his hips up to meet her down stroke. Her orgasms began to run together in peaks and valleys. Actions became a blur, not knowing which position he had her in, or how fast he was thrusting into her, she moaned, squealed, screamed. Finding it hard to form words even thoughts. With her hair in her face, all that Charlene knew for sure was that her lover's cock was moving in and out of her to the fullest extent of the shaft. Charlene had never had sex one session right after another. She never had sex as wild as it was now and the previous session.. Especially this second time around. Now she found herself feeling like a rag doll impaled upon Tim's cock.. The bottom of her feet together, behind him. Her hands gripping each of his shoulders, in a Tantric position. Taking a firm grip on each breast, his eyes locked in on hers. She had found her benevolent commander. Now, she wanted to meld into his body. Become one with him. Like one of his extremities. She lay cuddled with her lover, thinking about sex with Tim as opposed to Stan. She came to the conclusion that Stan did not seem to care whether she got it off or not, Tim certainly did care. Charlene's love for Stan was rapidly growing weaker and her love for Tim growing stronger. Likewise, for Tim. After two sexual sessions with Charlene, he was not sure if he could, or even wanted to get it up for Cindy. Added to the superior communication they had developed over the last year or so, the sex simply solidified their relationship. __________________________________ In the car rolling down the road back to town, she said, "God, we fit well together. You feel so good close to me, up inside of me, kissing me..." Then she looked over at him, "Ask me again about spending the rest of our life together." He glanced over at her and smiled, "Charlene? Would you like to spend the rest of your life with me?" She giggled, then gave the same answer as before, "Yes, yes I would. Oh Tim, it sounds so good. I've had three men ask me to marry them. I said 'yes' to Stan. But Tim? I knew in my heart that marriage to any one of them was not the commitment you and I have made today. They just wanted a trophy wife and that I came from a wealthy, powerful family.., well that was just icing on the cake. I don't think any of them, including Stan, looked at it as a lifetime thing..." Tim's cell phone rang. "Hello." answered Tim. Then "Hey Troy, that was quick." He hit the button for "speaker" and laid the phone between them. Troy said, "Tuesdays and Thursdays around noon at the Sattleback Inn, out there by the country club." Tim said, "That was fast, Troy. How did you manage that?" "I got real lucky, Tim. My wife has been on stake out at the Inn, trying to catch another cheating husband. A black guy with a white woman. She's much better at stake-outs at places like that than I am. Nobody seems to hassle her like they do me when I hang around something like a hotel lobby. Anyway, when I was entering everything that you and Charlene gave me into the computer, she was looking over the pictures. She recognized both Stan and Cindy. She told me that Stan would check in. Then Cindy would come in the side door about five minutes later. You guys remember Rob Walker?" Charlene answered, "Sure, I dated him in high school. Hell of a nice guy." "Yeah, that's him. He's night manager at the Saddleback and a friend of mine. He married a Chinese exchange student from the same city as my wife. Anyway, I called him at home and he went into the Inn's computer..." Charlene interrupted him, "The company keeps two rooms over there so visitors will always have a place to stay. Rooms 313 and 315. They have adjoining doors." "Stan uses room 313 every time." said Troy. "Today is Thursday. They were there today. Ah, listen you guys. Monday night Ming and will have what would be an early lunch for Rob and a late dinner for my wife and I and his wife. The about ten o'clock, Rob and I will excuse ourselves and he will let me into the room for just enough time to get a web cam in there." Charlene clasp her hands together and gave a cheer, then laughed. Tim said, "Great work Troy. They're making this almost to easy. But, that's good. I'll call Eric and get him started. I'll tell him what you have done. So, let's plan on meeting for a late lunch at the road house, say two o'clock, next Tuesday?" "You got it, Tim. See you guys next Tuesday. Take it easy." said Troy, signing off. Tim snapped his phone shut and Charlene said with some excitement in her voice, "Tim! That cabin is fantastic. Let's keep it as our secret place. We can take the kids there, too. But, it just grabs me as the place you and I can get to quickly, when we just want to be together. Away from everybody else. Listen Tim, I have a dowry of sorts. Ah, when I was in college, just before I met Stan, I wanted to do my junior and senior years at an out of state university. I was accepted as a transfer student and everything, but my parents said 'no' and wouldn't pay for it. My grandmother felt that I should get some experience living away from here. So, she opened an account in her maiden name that almost everybody had forgotten. Then she added me to the account so both of us could make deposits and withdrawals. She died about three months later. I met and married Stan and didn't go back to college. But, I didn't tell him or anybody else, until now. Ah, you could use that money to pay Eric and get the cabin..." "How much is in the account?" "She opened it with forty thousand. Her probate didn't pick it up. I put a couple of hundred into it every so often to keep it active. With my deposits and interest, which isn't much, it's around forty two thousand now. She opened it in a town in the county south of us." Tim looked at her and smiled, "Does anyone else know?" "Right now? Just you an' me, lover. My grandmother said she would handle my parents. But ah, up until today, well Tim? There just hasn't been anyone I wanted to tell about it.. My little secret and ah, I can't really find the words to describe why I told you." He glanced over in her direction, then back toward the road. Her eyes were straight ahead. But, she extruded the feeling that they had just taken another big step toward each other. Tim letting her in on his secret - the cabin. Charlene letting him in on her secret - the bank account. He glanced back at her then back to the road and said, "Okeh, that's what's been holding me up on going ahead with the purchase of the cabin. He made the offer about a week ago and like I said at the picnic, Cindy has been going cold on me for the last six weeks or so. If she contested a divorce, the cabin ownership would come out in an audit., even if I used practice funds." "That's what I was thinking. Let's talk to Eric about buying real estate together. Maybe he can do the deal and hold it until after we are married." "Yeah, good idea. And yeah, it is the perfect quick get away. Turn off our cell phones and just enjoy one another." Charlene leaned her head on Tim's shoulder and purred, "Yeah baby, I like the sound of that." Arriving back into town, the lovers decided to drop by Eric's office and see if the could talk to him about buying the cabin and check on the progress of their divorces. Entering the reception area of Eric's offices, Tim and Charlene ran into Shanna Jackson coming out of Eric's office. "Hey?" said Shanna, "I'll bet I know why you two are here. Well, I started the ball rolling on Marcus. I've found five white women he's bedded. Three of them are connected to Rotary." Charlene chuckled, "Good, about time. We should have the goods on our spouses very shortly. Looks like there will be some musical chairs played in some of the marriages around here very soon." Shanna smiled big, "Oh yeah. I've already pretty much replaced that full of himself son of a bitch. My new bo's skin's a lot lighter than mine. But, what can I say, except, he an' I have gotten well past that. We know that there are some brothas that have a problem with it. Can't please everybody all the time, so we'll just please ourselves." Eric's secretary had informed him that Tim and Charlene were there. So, he stepped out of his office to great them. Shanna excused herself and left the office. "So, what can I do for you? Ready to file the divorces?" Tim answered him, "Not yet. Troy should have everything we need to get things going very shortly. What we came here to talk about is the concept of Charlene and I buying property together before the divorces finalize." "Oh OK, step into my office and tell me what you want to do." said Eric in his usual "can do" positive manner. ----------------------------- Entering the road house Tim and Charlene found that Troy had not yet arrived. So, they grabbed their usual secluded table. Ordering a couple of cups of coffee, Charlene said, "It's been a difficult four or five days. Especially Saturday and Sunday. I volunteered in the nursery just so I wouldn't have to sit next to Stan in church. I don't hate him or anything like that. I just don't feel anything, indifference, I guess..." The Rotarians "Yeah, tell me about it. Sunday spent the whole service helping in the kitchen. Sge was pissed off at me because I told I had a headache and didn't want to have sex Saturday night. Yesterday, Cindy wanted to talk about remodeling the family room. I thought about calling Stan and have him come over so we could get his opinion." She began laughing and he added, "Why not? He's the one that will be living there, not me! Anyway, did Stan offer you a mercy fuck." Charlene smiled then said, "Oh you know, he wanted to did something all weekend. But lover, only you are allowed to go there or anywhere with me for the rest of my life. Only you good lookin'. Stick that thing anywhere you want, run those fingers all over my body. And that tongue, Ohhh that tongue, any time, anywhere..." Troy arrived at the table, followed by the waitress with a cup of coffee. Again, Troy asked the waitress to give them about a half hour before she returned to take their lunch order. Then he sat down and cleared the table enough to make room for his lap top computer and opened it into a video file. At first it was just a view of the inside of the motel room's door. Then Stan entered. He immediately removed his coat and tie. Laying them over the back of a chair, he removed his shoes and shirt. Then there was a light knock at the door. Stan opened it and Cindy dashed in and threw herself into Stan's arms. They kissed long and deep, then she said, "Hi my big bad lover boy. Do you love me?" Stan kissed Cindy again, then said, "Yes, you know I love you, baby. More than anything in this world." "I love you too, Stan, so much it hurts..." she said as he allowed her to slip back down to the floor. Wearing only a sun dress with a built in bra and no panties, she was nude before he was down to his boxers. She began drawing back the covers on the bed saying, "I think Tim suspects something. So, I'd better put out for him a little more often..." Stan was everything she wanted in a man since high school. Cindy had only settled for Tim because he would be a stable influence, good provider and nobody else had ask. Also, her parents approved of Tim. And yes, she was fond of him. The now naked Stan stood next to her by the bed, "Yeah, Charlene's getting to be the same way." Running his fingers through her hair and over her neck down to her shoulders, he whispered in her ear, "I love you, babe." With that they went into the sixty nine position. Followed by some good old fashion pussy pounding sex. As Cindy went into an orgasm, Charlene sat back in her chair and said in an disgusted tone, "I've seen enough..." Tim looked at Troy, "Good work my friend. But yeah, I've seen and heard enough." Then he turned to Charlene, "I think they made it very clear who it is that they love. And, it is certainly not you and me." She nodded her head in agreement. Sitting up straight in her chair, Charlene felt a certain amount of vindication for what she and Tim had done at the cabin the previous week. "No doubt about it, Tim. I think they made that quite clear. I just have to ask the question, why didn't they just come to us about it? Why sneak around? Stan knows how I feel about it all. Ummm, what do you guys want to do now?" Troy said, "I've emailed this whole file over to Eric. We could bring it all to a head on Thursday. I could serve them in room 313..." "Oh, Oh yeah." exclaimed Charlene, "I know just how to do it. I'll call Rob Wednesday evening and book room 315 and go get the key for the adjoining doors. I'll have him hold the reservation so that nothing shows up when Stan checks in on Thursday. I know the girl that handles all of this at the company. So, I'll get us covered there. Troy? You can enter their room through the adjoining doors. Then after you have served them, exit out the door into the hall and right into our room." Troy closed his lap top and removed it from the table. Then said, "I like it. I'll bring my wife in on this one. It's amazing what she can do with a digital camera in one hand and a camcorder in the other hand. The video we have is only one perspective. She'll get us different angles and some close ups before, during and after they react to me." Tim pushed back from the table and laughed, then said, "You two are a couple of super sleuths. But yeah, I like it." Just before the waitress returned, Troy mentioned, "OK, Eric has asked me to tell you guys that he has the financial breakdown on both families. Your houses are the main joint assets. Charlene? Although your house is larger and worth more than Tim's, you and Stan have about the same amount of equity in your home as Tim and Cindy do in theirs. Eric is preparing as part of a property settlement a transfer of ownership. Charlene and Cindy get to keep their nests and Tim? You and Stan simply trade equities. All of you keep your cars, payments and all. All joint deposit accounts will be closed and the balances divided equally. All joint credit card accounts will be closed and the balances paid off. And ah, I might be out of line saying this, but it appears to me that the two of you can't wait until your divorces are final to get married." Charlene giggled, and said, "You got that right Troy. You certainly hit the nail right on the head..." The waitress came and took their lunch orders. When she had left the table, Tim said, "Troy? You've always had a good understanding of people. B.A. in Behavioral Science and a year in China... Then this business you have now. Well, I'd say you are right on it again. We are very happy that you and Eric are moving so fast on our cases." "Good. Thank you." said Troy. Then he leaned into the table and said, "OK, I'll get a hold of Eric and update him. Then I'll arrange to pick up what I need to serve them and meet you two in room 315 around eleven am, Thursday." "OK Troy, that's good." said Charlene, "We'll have room service bring in a brunch and a good selection of wines and beers. An event like this requires something special. Let me work on that." After their lunch with Troy, Tim and Charlene entered his S.U.V. Before he started it, she asked, "Do you still have the key to the cabin?" "Yep. You got some time?" "You know I do. Annd lover, Stan has a board meeting today that he says will go past dinner. So, why don't we stop and get some food an' you an' I can have dinner at the cabin. Oh, by the way. I delivered the twenty grand to Eric and he told me to tell you that he had a shell corporation. He transferred the stock into our names and opened an account in the corporate name. He has it set up as you president, me secretary and him as treasurer. The bank opened the account but he won't file the changes with the state until after our divorces are final. We can leave it in the corporate name as long as we want. He used my maiden name for all of it. The corporation will take title to the cabin immediately. It can then be sold back to us in our married names, Timothy and Charlene Jensen. I also told Eric that there was another twenty thousand available if he needed it. Eric said to tell your employee that they are in for quite a fight. But, Troy and ming will most likely bust the whole thing open with some pictures and video." "You and Eric seem to have that all under control. Damn I love you... OK well, let's find a supermarket in Sonora. Then we'll go up in the mountains and get naked." Charlene smiled big, "I'm all for that. Steaks? Baked potato? Some cooked veggies? We can pick up a bag of salad and some dressing. Didn't it have a gas barbeque?" 11 am, Thursday morning - Saddleback Inn, Room 315 With a plate of food in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, Troy raised his glass and said, "Great lay out of food, fine wine. What a way to kick off an operation like this one." The two couples chatted and laughed, then Charlene asked if Ming was a nick name. Troy answered, "It sure is. I gave it to her because I can't even come close to pronouncing her Chinese name and I'm sure nobody around here would even try. Rob Walker's wive uses it, of course." He wrapped his arm around his smiling wife and continued, "I thought about calling her mini-woman. But, Ming works and she likes it." Ming was four foot eleven inches tall and looked fourteen years old. It amazed Charlene that she could carry and deliver Troy's children. About eleven thirty five, Tim glanced at the lap top and exclaimed, "He's in the room!" They all four watched as Stan began to disrobe. He was down to his boxer shorts when there was that barely audible knock at the door. Again, as the door closed behind her, Cindy threw herself into Stan's arms and professed her love for him as he did in return. It was not very long before the lovers were on the bed in the 69 position. The four in the room next door decided to wait until Cindy began an orgasm to send in Troy and Ming. Stan had Cindy on her back with a doubled pillow under her hips. He pumped her with long, hard, fast strokes knowing that it would drive her up the wall and into an intense orgasm. When Cindy closed her eyes and began to squeal, Troy and Ming moved in. Troy moved around to the side of the bed nearest the door out to the hall. Ming followed slowly, digital camera in one hand and camcorder in the other, both set for wide angle coverage. It wasn't until Stan opened his eyes to find Ming and her camera three feet away, at his eye level that the lover became aware that some else was in their room. He pushed up with his arms, still inside Cindy and screamed, "What the hell!! Who are you?!?" Ming gave Stan a cute, Asian smile and Troy asked, calmly with Stan's cock still hard and erupting, "Mister Stanley Allen Miller?" Stan rolled off Cindy, onto his back, "Yeah I am! Who the hell are you?" A still calm Troy said, "You are served." and placed the packet of divorce documents on Stan's stomach. Then Troy asked Cindy, "Cynthia Lynn Jensen?" Almost speechless, the nude, spread eagle Cindy replied softly, "Yes." as she lowered her legs. Troy dropped the packet on Cindy's thighs and said, "You are served." He then turned and led Ming out of the room. Tim had the door open so they could enter quickly. Then he pushed the door closed. By the time Stan could get his pants on and out into the hall, Troy and Ming were nowhere to be found. Stan ran down to the elevators, but no one was there. When he returned, the hysterical Cindy had ran into the bathroom. It took Stan another five minutes of pounding on the door to get Cindy to let him back into the room. Tim strolled back among the other three, "That was cool. You two make a fantastic team. Ah, Charlene booked this room through Monday. So Troy? Why don't you plug in the camcorder and we'll see what Ming got in there. The we can continue to enjoy the buffet and fine booze that we have here." Troy took the camcorder from Ming and said, "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea to me. Ming and I have some time to spend with you guys. However, both Ming and I also realize that you two would like to have some time together and celebrate such a successful operation." Charlene giggled, "Yeah, like Tim says, you always have a good understanding of people. Ah, I guess Tim and I should feel something here. But, I don't. It seems to me that they just cleared the way for Tim and I to make our relationship legal. Now they can make theirs legal, too. I guess I could get mad and spit nails..? But, what good would it do?" Tim raised his glass of beer, "Yeah, I agree. Here's to a very successful operation that should make it so both divorces go down as quick as possible." In the adjoining room, the lovers without cleaning themselves, quickly dressed. Cindy, the first one fully clothed, flipped through her packet, "They caught us Stan an' an' they went right to divorce. I ah, I ah, Oh Stan? What are we going to do? We shoulda told them, Stan. We just shoulda let them know how we feel about one another!" "Calm down babe. We'll work it all out. You love me, I love you. So, let me finish getting dressed. Then I'll call Eric and see if we can get in to talk to him today." Once dressed, he called Eric's office and was put right through to the lawyer. "Hey buddy, we just got served..." Cindy could hear Eric's laughter from four or five feet away from the phone. "Stan, ol' buddy, isn't it more like you just got caught?" "Yeah well, ah, can Cindy and I come in today and discuss it all?" "Sure Stan, say about two o'clock?" "Yeah Eric, that'll work, thanks." "Ahhh, Stan? I gotta tellya, neither one are very flexible and they certainly hold all the high cards. With the videos that they have of you and Cindy, I could put you both out in the street. But, that would create quite a scandal. I don't think anyone wants that, do we? One other thing you should know. Tim and Charlene work like a team. It is as if they were already married. They remind me of Liz and myself." Stan exhaled in a manner that revealed his frustration. In a resigned tone, he said, "Yeah well, Ok, two o'clock. We'll both be there." He turned to Cindy as he closed his phone and noticed that she was on her cell phone, but was not making a connection. When she terminated her attempt, he asked, "Who ya calling?" Not aware that Tim was in the next room, Cindy moaned, "Oh Stan, I ah, I tried to call Tim. I just didn't want it to end like this... I don't know how it should end, but not like this... I just want to talk to him before he hears it all from those other people." Tears began to roll down her cheeks. "Look babe, just don't worry about it. Right now we're in damage control. Trust ol' Stan, it's gonna be alright. Now we have the time, let's you and me take a shower, together. Then you can follow me over to that little coffee shop by Eric's office and we'll get some lunch. We don't have to be in Eric's office until two." "Stan? I'm not really hungry." "That's alright, have a bowl of soup. We go over the whole thing and get our stories straight." "OK Stan, I love you." "You know I love you too, babe." The web cam was still in action. A few minutes before two pm, Troy and his wife left room 315. As Stan and Cindy entered Eric's office at a little after two pm, Tim plunged his cock balls deep into Charlene. She looked up into the eyes of her lover, "Gawd, that feels good. I've never had a cock feel that good inside of me. You fit so very well Mister Jensen. We are so compatible, in so many ways." "I'm glad to hear that from you. The soon to be Missus Jensen." Enjoying Tim's long, slow strokes, she purred, "Oh yes, I just love it when you call me Missus Jensen. From this day on until I die, I am Missus Timothy Jensen." Then she squealed, "Oh yes, yes. Here it comes..." ---------------------------- Tim and Charlene remained at the Inn, presuming that it was the last place anyone would look for them. They spent the remainder of Thursday, Friday and Saturday morning mostly in room 315 enjoying each other. They did check out the hot tub and other facilities. They also took time to walk on one of the fairways, barefoot, in the early morning dew. Charlene seemed to have the ability to draw the romantic man out of Tim. And, he seemed to simply complete Charlene. Tim managed to slip in and out of his office for a few hours on Friday and Monday. Friday morning Charlene took a call from her mother, the queen of the socialites in town, "Hi, mom." "What's going on, Charlene?" "I caught Stan cheating on me with Cindy Jensen. So, I'm divorcing him." "I know all about that, dear. Where are you, right now?" ""With Tim Jensen." "Where's that?" "Mom? Right now, you don't need to know. I do need you to start planning a wedding to happen as soon as Eric can give you an anticipated date of when our divorces will be final." "I've already talked to Eric and I'm glad you went to him. So? Tim has ask you to marry him?" "Mom? Stan asked me to marry him. So did those other two guys. Tim asked me if I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him in holy matrimony. I said, 'Sure, you betcha.' Mom? Now I know what you meant when you told me that their was a difference between just getting married and living in holy matrimony. I'm not married to Stan any longer. Now, Eric just has to get the marriage licence canceled. That's the way Tim looks at it, too. We don't hate them for what they did, we just don't love them anymore. And mom, listening to the recordings from room 313 at the Saddleback Inn, they don't love us anymore, either. I remember what you and dad always told me about hate. It tends to corrode the vessel that carries it. So, Tim and I have decided that we are not going to go there." "OK sweetheart, I understand. So, here's what your father and I want you to do. Well, do it tomorrow. We would like you and Tim to come over for a barbeque about three. After talking to Eric, I was fairly sure that marriage was where the two you were going with this. I've talked to Tim's mother. She is going to be here and get as many of Tim's family to come as she can. Also, Eric and Liz will be here. Your father has invited Judge Rose and Reverend Stevens. The pastor that married you and Stan. Your father and I want this all to happen as quietly as possible. However, Charlene!?! We both want to hear every detail about this sordid affair." "OK mom. We'll be there about three pm. Then Tim and I will sit down with you a dad and tell you guys what we know. I have a very graphic DVD to show you as well." "I don't think that the DVD will be necessary..." Charlene giggled, then said, "Ah, mom? Let's consider it an engagement party, OK?" "Okeh, sweetheart. It would seem that we are becoming a real Peyton Place around here. Oh dear, I'm dating myself. Umm, Charlene? Are you sleeping with Tim?" "Ohh, mom. We aren't just sleeping together. We're screwing each other's lights out as often as I can get him up." Dead silence on her mother's end. Then, "Charlene! That is such a crude way to put it. However, just don't get pregnant..." Charlene laughed, "No mom. Not until the divorces are final. Then, expect me to walk down the isle carrying the beginnings of Tim's child.." Another short silence from Charlene's mother. Then, "We can accept that, sweetheart. Your father and I can certainly accept that. We'll see you tomorrow around three." "OK mom, around three." "Oh, Charlene?" "Yes mom." "Ask Tim to call Cindy. Her mother tells me she's becoming a real basket case. Seems that Cindy is convinced that Tim hates her. Sounds like she thought that she could have them both. Now, she realizes what she has done to Tim and is racked with guilt. Go to bed with two guys, one you've promised yourself to and think this will not happen? Really? Impractical, immature thinking, I'd say. Oh well, I'm glad she is not my daughter. Anyway, ask Tim to call her. It sounds like she is working her way into a mental ward some place. She's at her parent's home." "OK mom, I'll ask him to call her..." "Oh, one more thing, Charlene. Tell Tim he can use the apartment over the garage until the wedding." "OK, mom. I'll tell him and thank you." Sunday afternoon in the pastor's office that married Stan and Charlene, also Tim and Cindy. "So, pastor, " said Charlene as emphatically as she could, "When Stan stuck his thing into Cindy and she willing accepted it, that released Tim and I from the bonds of marriage. Anyway, that's the way I look at it." The pastor turned to Tim, "And, Tim? How do you feel about?" "Jesus Christ said that to lust in your heart, well you might as well actually do it. Because, it's the same thing. So, as far as I am concerned, when they first even thought about it, our marriages were over. But ah, when I watched Cindy fly through that hotel door into Stan's arms and then hear her profess her love for him... Well, my love for her ceased to exist...Pastor? I love Charlene more than I thought a man could ever love a woman. I want to share the rest of my life with her, build a family together. Sit and watch our grandchildren play. We have more than, well, how much mileage can I get out of her, or he's good enough until something better comes along" The Rotarians "Ouch!" exclaimed the pastor, "Is that the way you see it, Charlene?" "Yep, that's one of the reasons that I have fallen so deeply in love with Tim. We see so much of the world the same way. In concert, I guess they call it. Today, right now, I feel more like Tim's wife than I ever did with Stan. I'm sorry to say, but that's the way I feel about it." "Okay, well...Ah, it doesn't appear that counseling will do any good." sighed the pastor, "You two get your final divorce decrees and I'll be happy to join you two, officially, into holy matrimony." The pastor pushed his chair back away from his desk to stand up, then said, "Funny thing, though... That's what I thought I was doing the first time." Saturday Afternoon Barbeque at the Hendricks' After everybody had eaten and been brought up to speed on the recent events, the engagement announced, Tim made his way over to the bar to get a drink. Before he could get the bartender's attention, he heard the voice of Charlene's father behind him."Hey, Tim?" Tim turned to face Sam Hendricks "Yes sir." The quiet, soft spoken, but hard nosed businessman, asked, "I've got a couple of fine cigars and a bottle of Jack Daniels up in my study, care to join me?" "Sure." came Tim's quick reply, "A guy can't pass up an offer like that." Once in the study, Sam handed Tim a cigar. He lit his own and handed the lighter to Tim and said, "This is the only place in the house that Colleen will allow me to smoke. She had two air filters set up in here. They both kick in automatically when smoke is detected." He stepped over to the cabinet and opened the doors, revealing a well stocked selection of liquor. Bringing out the bottle of whiskey, he asked Tim, "Straight up, or on the rocks?" "One or two ice cubes would do it for me." With his cigar in his month and a glass of whiskey in each hand, Sam turned to face Tim. Handing him a glass, Sam motioned to the chairs by the corner windows. When they were both seated, Sam placed his cigar in an ash tray, took a sip of his whiskey and said, "Tim? With four children, I knew this would happen with at least one of them. Could happen with one of our boys someday. But, with Charlene, well, I expected that if Stan ever pull something like he did here we'd have this totally distraught daughter, wringing her hands, crying a river, you know. But, that's not Charlene today. What we have is a daughter that is happier, more content than I've seen her in a long time. When the two of you were talking to her mother and I, Charlene sat there looking like she was very satisfied with her recent decisions. Also, I have to admit that the two of you looked like you were already married. Just returning from your honeymoon. So, I'd like to take this opportunity to say, welcome to the family." "Thank you, sir." "Tim? It's always Sam to you, OK?" "OK Sam." "Now, as far as Stan is concerned, he stepped out of this family when he rolled into the sack with your soon to be ex-wife. However, he has been good for the family business. So, I'm not going to give him his walking papers. I'm sure the board will agree with me on that. We are meeting with him in his office tomorrow so we can go over the whole thing face to face. That's the way I like to handle this kind of event." "OK with me. In my young life, I've found that to be the best way of handling situations like this..." Tim responded, taking a sip of whiskey and then a puff on his cigar. Sam gazed at Tim, thinking, "When I brought Stan up here during their engagement party, he refused a cigar and didn't much care for my Jack Daniels. Out on that hunting trip, he didn't seem to care for Jim Beam or Wild Turkey, either." Then he said, "Tim? All Colleen and I want is a happy daughter. In love with her husband and content in her marriage. She wants children and yeah, we'd like to see more grandchildren. She tells me that you want kids, too..." After another drag on his cigar and a sip of whiskey, Tim answered, ""Yes I do want children, Sam. A loving, faithful wife and kids... There's no amount of money on earth that can equal that..." "Yeah, you're right there. How many kids do you want?" "Sam? I've come to love your daughter more than life itself. She is everything I ever wanted in a wife and mother of our children. So, I want as many as she does, or as many as her body can safely deliver. I'm not about to let her risk her life just to have four or five children." "OK, I'll buy that. Yeah, that's good." said Sam, puffing on his cigar. He leaned back and puffed a couple of smoke rings up toward the ceiling. After a couple of sips of whiskey, he said, "OK Tim, I'm satisfied. Now, I'd like to change the subject. I'm sure you know Wesley Anderson, C.P.A.?" "Oh sure. When I first opened my practice, he took me to lunch. We discussed the local market for C.P.A.'s. He said that he never anticipated gaining a monopy in accountancy here in town. But, that's what has happened. That he was happy to see some young blood come in with the guts to step right out there on his own. We've been on good terms since and he has sent me some of my first clients. He was my dad's accountant and I didn't see any reason to change that." "Yeah, that just about what he said. He added that you have made your dad and him very proud, professionally, in Rotary and in Masonry. You practice their principals and that of the church, don't you?" "Yes Sam, I do. The way I see it, life is a lot easier to take that way. Also, I think people want and expect their accountant to function on principals like the Church's, Rotary's and the Lodge." Tim said, finishing his whiskey. Then he held up the glass in his hand and commented, "I guess there are those in the church that would have a problem with us sitting here drinking and smoking. Done once and a while, I don't think there is any problem with it. When we do it often enough to effect our health, or cause problems, then I think we're offending our God." Sam nodded in agreement. The two men remained silent for almost a minute, puffing on their cigars. Sam broke the silence with "Wes just turned 72 and he's finally getting tired of being a C.P.A. He's only been one for fifty years. So Tim, he would like to sit down with you and I and talk about merging the two practices." Tim was not at all ready for what he had just heard from Sam. Thirty years old in a couple of months, he was being presented with an opportunity to have the practice he had envisioned when he was forty or forty five years old.. His words almost fell over each other, "Sam? Are you saying that we could join his practice with mine?!?" "Yes Tim, that's exactly what I am saying. He wants to take his wife and see the world. They only had one child, a son. He was set to take over. About seven years ago, he was leaving a conference in Los Angeles and a drunk driver took his life..." Sam took a puff on his cigar just as Charlene burst into the room. "I knew you guys would be hiding up in here. They're setting up a sound system on the tennis court so we can dance. So, come on, mom wants you out there too, dad. The man to man stuff is over for now." she declared. Sam put out his cigar in the ash tray, stood up and turned to Tim, "Give it some thought and we'll talk some more when things get stabilized." As they walked out of the study, he said, "Oh, by the way, Tim. My friend Ralph Wilson owns that big sporting goods store, downtown. He said we should get in there and get our deer tags next week. Also, he's planning an out of state elk hunt..." "Sounds good to me, Sam. Let's get together Wednesday or Thursday. We can get our tags, talk to your friend about the out of state hunt, then get some lunch and talk about the merger some more." "OK Tim, I'll see if I can get Wes to join us for lunch." Dawn the following Sunday morning Leaving the barbeque at her parents, they picked up a bottle of wine and returned to their room at the Inn. They crawled into bed and enjoyed their wine and each other until after midnight. Drifting off to sleep they awoke at dawn, dressed, headed down to the golf course. Without socks, Tim and Charlene again kicked off their shoes and walked on a fairway just after the sprinklers shut down. Their love had not died. It just changed focus, to each other. After their romp in the wet grass, they returned to their room and the bed for more sexual enjoyment. The lovers dozed off for an hour or so, showered, together and then went to breakfast. Monday Evening at the steakhouse in the Saddleback Inn A pensive Stan and Cindy handed the waiter their menus as they gave him their orders. A jubilant Charlene and relaxed Tim had already given him their orders. When the waiter left the table, Stan asked, "So, where have you been, Charlene? I asked your parents and they said you weren't staying with them." The visibly nervous Cindy echoed Stan, "Yeah, Tim? Where have you been? I've tried to call you since we had that short conversation last week." Charlene giggled and Tim answered, ""Right here. Room 315. Both of us have been here since when?" He tuned to Charlene. She finished the answer with, "About ten o'clock Thursday morning." Both Stan and Cindy's months dropped open, but not a sound came out. Charlene continued in her jovial attitude, "About ten forty five room service showed up with a fantastic lunch buffet and some mighty fine wines and beers. At eleven, Troy Reiner, our P.I. and his wife joined us. Then, as we all enjoyed the buffet, we watched on the web-cam in room 313 as you guys get it together. You two really got it on. And Stan? I don't think you ever made love to me like that" Tim smiled, "Same here Cindy. You've never gone orgasmic like that with me." Cindy blushed. Charlene continued as Stan and Cindy sat stunned into total silence, "When we noticed that Cindy was at the peak of her orgasm and Stan, you were about to go off, we sent Troy in through the adjoining doors to serve you both. He was followed by his wife with a digital camera in one hand and a camcorder in the order. When they had served you guys, Troy and Ming simply exited your room and stepped into the hall and into our room. Then we all continued to enjoy the buffet and a review of Ming's work. A couple of hours later, Troy and Ming left to take what they had to Eric." She paused, leaned over and taking Tim's arm in hers, then continued, "When they had gone, Tim and I enjoyed one another in the bed for the remainder of the afternoon. We took a shower, together, of course. Then we came down here and enjoyed a couple of yummy steaks." A stunned Stan had no immediate response to Charlene's comments. Then recovering, said, "You, you had a web cam in our room?!?" As jubilant as any accountant can get, Tim replied, "Yep! Since last Monday evening. Troy is an old high school buddy. So is Rob Walker, the night manager at this place. And Stan? You guys used the same room every time! How much easier could you have made it for us?" Stan shook his head. Again, he found himself on the outside, looking in at the loose knit group of graduates of the only high school in this small city. Charlene, and her parents were graduates of the one hundred and twenty five year old school. Cindy was also born in the city and attended the high school. She was from a family not quite as high in the local society as Charlene's family, but close. What now dawned on Stan was that Tim also graduated from the same high school. That had to partially explain why he was so well accepted back into the community. Stan spun his wine glass in his fingers, realizing that he had completely underestimated the young C.P.A. Watching the glass, he said to Charlene, sounding like a high school junior with a deflated ego, "You've been sleeping with Tim since then?" Charlene laughed at the look on his face and the tone of his voice. Letting her know that although he was having an affair with another mans wife, it bothered him that her husband had taken his wife. She thought about coming off with a put down of some sort. But, thought better of it. So, with a smile on her face, "You betcha, Red Rider. Much more than just sleeping together, we've been fucking like rabbits. And Stan the Man, Tim taught me some new, exciting positions. Annd, I might add, he's been doing some things to me that I didn't know a man could do to a woman. Oh, what I have been missing hanging around you. And Cindy? I think I've seen it about as wild as you will ever let it get... But anyway, I'm on the pill until our divorces are final. Then, we've get serious about knocking me up higher than a kite. Like I told my parents, I might just walk down that isle to marry Tim, carrying the beginnings of his child." She giggled then said, "Or, children. One of my grandparents was a twin." Stan looked at his soon to be ex-wife. Her orchestrating attitude was really getting under his skin. He felt that he had gained the mileage he wanted from her and her family. Now, what he heard in a few words was everything he didn't like about her. Like her mother, she was smart and beautiful. Always had it together. Everything she did was well planned and executed. That's what he wanted in his junior executives, but not his wife. And, more importantly, there she was again, harping about having kids. He didn't want them at all, at least not right now. What he wanted at that time was a much more dependent, submissive wife. That's exactly what he found in Cindy. From a well established family to boot. He was brought out of his thoughts by Charlene, as she continued, "So Stan, the thing is, obviously, you two fit well together. Tim and I fit so wonderfully together in so many ways. But, what we can't understand is why you two haven't signed the divorce. It fits the Four Way Test, you know." Stan did not give a rat's ass about stuff like Rotary's Four Way Test or the Tenants of Masonry, or the words he heard in church. Those organizations only enabled him to get where he wanted to be in life. So, with a tinge of scorn in his voice, he asked, "What you mean by that?" Tim answered him, "It's all the truth and fair to all concerned. We can stay friends and just think about it. You two won't have to sneak around to be together. And Stan, you can't deny that it's beneficial to all of us. If you put it all up to the compass and the square, it fits very well, my brother. So, come on, just signed the divorce and it will all be over quickly. With minumum of pain to us all." Stan pushed back from the table a little in his chair, "Yeah well... I guess you're right. We'll get into Eric's office tomorrow and sign..." Charlene smiled big, raised one arm above her head and said, "Oh, no need to make a special trip, Stan." Seconds later the young lady who had been standing along the wall with a clip board, looking like she could be hotel security staff, approached there table. Charlene, grinning from ear to ear said, "Stan? Cindy? This is Lisa, a paralegal from Eric's office. She has brought copies of our divorces. Show her your driver's licences and she will witness your signatures." Stan sat there thinking, "Damn it. There you go again, Charlene. You've got the whole evening orchestrated." While Cindy was signing, he tuned to Charlene and said, "Your parents were in my office this morning. Your father told me that I could keep my job and positions in the community. However, they expect me to marry Cindy and remain true to her. If they ever find that I'm not... Well, your father made it very clear that I might as well go find a job with the government. Because, he would make sure that I would never find a job anywhere else." Cindy and Stan finished signing the documents. Then before she left the two couples, Lisa said, "Eric wanted me to remind you that two days after we file these docs, representatives of the court will be at each residence to supervise the husband's removal of their personal property. The equity exchange should be ready for your signatures by this Friday or the latest, Monday." Charlene pulled an envelope out of her purse and said, "Lisa? Thank you for giving up your evening for us. I hear you are getting married, soon?" "Yes, ma'am." beamed Lisa. Charlene handed her the envelope and said, "Well, here is a gift card. It should cover anything on the menu for two at this place, tax and tip included. Make no mistake, the food here is superb." "Thank you, ma'am." said Lisa as she turned to leave. Tim thought, "Cindy or Stan would never have thought about something like that. I wouldn't either. But, it certainly will go a long way in keeping Charlene and I in a superior position in Eric office right on through the final..." Stan broke into Tim's thoughts with, "Tim? You can keep the tools and machines in the woodshop. It would be to much of a pain in the ass get the machine out of there. I'd just put them in storage, anyway." Charlene noticed Shanna Jackson and Dr. Hodges rising to leave after finishing their dinner. She caught Shanna's eye and waived her over. Shanna, a registered nurse at the local hospital introduced Dr. Tom Hodges. Charlene asked, "So, Shanna? You know I have to ask, Where's Markus?" Shanna, a personality much like Charlene's, laughed, "Ohh, that little boy is most likely out fucking or trying to fuck some white woman, I would guess." She wrapped one arm around the 6'2" sandy hair doctor, "I try not to think about him. I've got a real man, now. But anyway, he was served yesterday. Last night he pack it all up and moved out. Called today to tell me that he had requested a transfer back to his head office in San Francisco. Since we found that our inability to have children is Markus' problem, he's been out doing every woman that would spread her legs for him. Our daughter, Jennifer is adopted. Her birth mother is his younger sister. About a year after we adopted Jenny, his sister told us that the birth father is white. I think that's when Markus really started going after white women. Some sort of twisted revenge against white men, I guess." "So, Shanna? What are your plans?" asked Tim. Shanna laughed, again, "Honey? I'm already well into my plan. First I've got to get past this divorce. Then Tom and I will set a date to get married." She drew herself closer to Tom, "My loving doctor here has already got Jenny calling him daddy. When Markus heard she was half white, he lost all his interest in being her daddy. And, truth be told, Tom met Jenny before he met me. I'll tell you that story some other time. Anyway, bottom line... I really think that I've definitely traded up in many ways. So, how about you guys? It's kind of strange to see you all here at the same table..." Tim smiled and said, "It looks like we will pull off these divorces and stay friends. Just switch spouses and continue on." Charlene and Tim were all smiles. However, Stan and Cindy still looked a little apprehensive. Shanna chuckled and Tom said, "From what Shanna has told me, it seems like a case of marriage musical chairs with Markus still standing when the music stops. But ah, it was good to meet all of you and I'm sure we will be seeing a lot of each other. Shanna and I are going back to my condo and enjoy a bottle of wine. Annd, each other. So, good night." Shanna waived to them as Tom guided her away from their table. Everything was moving way to fast for Cindy. She was still trying to digest the fact that Tim would really divorce her over this affair. That he has actually been having sex with another woman, her best friend at that. Mentally lagging way behind the other three, she whined, "But, but Tim? I lo..." Tim placed one of his fingers near her lips and in the tone of an accountant, "Shhh Cindy. You know better than that. I don't know when you stopped loving me. But, I stopped loving you when you violated our marriage vows. Breeched my trust and totally disrespected me and our marriage. Then proclaimed your love for Stan." He than drew out a small tape recorder. Pressing the play button, the four of them listened to Cindy and Stan when she first arrived in room 313 on Tuesday. Tim continued, ""It is obvious to Charlene and I that Cindy? You love Stan and Stan loves you. The thing is, I love Charlene and she loves me. Plus, as Charlene has already mentioned, we make this small adjustment and we all stay friends. Nothing much changes." Tim extended his hand out over the table, "It's all working out by the plumb, compass and square, my brother and the Four Way Test." Cindy gave him a clueless look, and Stan just shook his head. Prompting Tim to conclude that he was getting the better part of the deal. Also, he had to wonder why he ever married Cindy in the first place. The Rotarians Still, Tim could not help but be amazed that Cindy was capable of having an affair and that she was able to keep it a secret for as long as she did. However, he knew her well enough to know that in a certain sense she was relieved to have the whole mess out in the open. Noticing that their food was on its way to their table, and not interested in Cindy's rambling explanation, Tim leaned back in his chair. Pushing it onto the back legs, he thought, "I don't know about you, Stan. But, like Shanna, I'm quite sure that I've traded up."