14 comments/ 66042 views/ 8 favorites The Stolen Wife By: bucksilver Dr. Scott Gardner parked his beemer in the valet parking at the executive golf club. The door was opened for him and he stepped out, handing the young man his key. He shoved the redemption tag into his pocket and walked into the club's lobby. Presenting his invitation, he was directed to the banquet room where one of the local universities was holding its promotion luncheon. He was there at the invitation of a friend who was being promoted to full professor. Scott felt like he belonged here with these over educated, full of themselves yuppies. Single, thirty years old, he held PhD's in Psychology and Behavior Science. Having cleared his afternoon, his usual modus operandi was to hit on a horny thirty or forty something woman. Then, spend the remainder of the afternoon fucking her tight pussy and her ass, if he could get it. As he waited in the receiving line, he spotted Professor Corrine Hopkins. He had bedded her before, so it promised to be a comfortable and very satisfying afternoon. Her dowdy cloths belied the fact that she was a hot pants fucking machine. She also could suck cock like no one else he knew. Fat ass, bit of a tummy, she was comfortable and she loved to have her big floppy tits fucked. A chubby little body a guy could fuck all day and yes, she loved to get it in her well cushioned ass. Scott decided to spend the afternoon enjoying every hole in the professor's pleasantly pump body. Stepping into the receiving line to meet those featured at the event, he shook hands with his friend and moved on down the line. The last couple was a man that was being promoted to dean of something. As he approached the new dean, Scott found himself standing before the man's wife. When their eyes met, he was stopped in his tracks. She offered him her hand. As he took it for a hand shake, he thought, "What an elegant creature!" He had never been this close to a more stunning woman than the green eyed beauty smiling at him at that instant. And, an enchanting smile it was. Standing five foot eight or nine, she appeared to have a "Marilyn Monroe" figure, 36CorD, 24, 36. After releasing her hand, he shook her husband's hand, a man he knew to be Robert Landreau. Usually very good with names, he was so taken by Robert's wife that her name went right by him. To Scott's delight, Corrine had found a place at a table in the center front of the room. It would allow him to sit next to her and face the podium. Since her husband was the featured speaker, he knew that the fair Missus Landreau would be seated on the platform. Scott also knew that her husband would introduce his lovely wife. He sat down next to Corrine, "Scotty! How are you doing?" "I'm good Corrine, how are you?" "Better now with you sitting here next to me. I'll be much better if you will spend the afternoon filling me up. Satisfying my itch with that tool you have hanging between your legs. Not to mention what you do to me with your tongue and fingers. Annd Scotty, the way you handle my big ol' tits, umm nobody does it better..." "Ahh professor, professor, such a naughty little girl. Hubby not satisfying you like he should?" "Oh Scotty, you know him. He thinks that once we pass forty, we should be satisfied with it once every couple of months or so. That just doesn't do it for me. But, to make things worse, I've always got one or two seniors or grad students that want to get into my pants, hands on my tits or both. Damn, they turn me on. But, you and I both know, that's still a good way to see my position and credentials go down the drain, even with tenure. Then there's my friend Scotty who takes care of that for me once and awhile. I had a little thing going with our minster a little while ago, when he and his wife were on the outs. Gawd, could he fuck, almost like you. I know you are one of the biggest playboys around. But, what do you say? Can we get it together when this thing is over?" "Yeah Corrine, I can handle that. I always like getting my hands on those big tits of yours and I the feeling of being up inside your snug little pussy. I sure like that well cushioned, tight little ass of yours, too." Corrine giggled, "OK but, we shouldn't get to graphic here, someone might overhear us..." After the speeches and the lunch plates had been removed, those on the platform began to mingle with the crowd. Scott watched Catherine move about the room. When she was close to his table, he excused himself to use the restroom. Raising just as she was about to pass by his table, he found himself face to face with the lovely Catherine Landreau, "Doctor Gardner!" she greeted him. "Missus Landreau..." Scott responded, "You remembered my name." "Oh sir, I asked the lady sitting next to me who you were. My oh my, your reputation precedes you." Just being in his presence stirred something within her that she didn't want to define, or even acknowledge. Catherine was in fact a married woman. Scott smiled, then said, "Oh, well then please, madam, tell me what reputation is it that precedes me?" Catherine smiled a beautiful smile that caused her green eyes to sparkle like well cut emeralds. Scott could not get over the sheer beauty and innocense of this woman. If he didn't know she was married, he would swear she was a virgin. It might be just his opinion, but Catherine Landreau had to be the most exquisite woman he had ever met. Also, he had to admit that she stirred an attraction in him that, in all his knowledge, he could not define, or in any manner describe. Catherine told him that the woman said he held PhD's in Psychology and Behavior Science. That she went on to portrayed him as a lady's man. "She said you would leave here today with one woman that you will take to bed for the afternoon. Then you will be at the reception tonight and take another woman to bed for the night, or at least most of the evening." Scott chuckled, "That fairly well wraps up my MO." Catherine continued, "She also said that you didn't seem to care if they were married or not. Is that sir, your intention with me?" "No ma'am." was his quick response, adding, "You, Missus Landreau, are above anything like that." "Oh? What makes you think that of me?" she asked. Turning over in her mind how quick he responded to her question. "You my lady, have too much class and sheer elegance to be treated like that. You possess a certain innocense I cannot find the words to describe. But, it places you head shoulders above most of the women here, today. Will you be here tonight?" Catherine had never heard a man, especially a playboy, describe her like that. "Class?" "Sheer elegance?" an undescribable "innocense?" she thought turning his words over in her mind, "Boy, he is smooth and with his credentials, extremely dangerous." But, she could not help thinking, "Still, there is something inside me that this man causes to stir and I am having a hard time dismissing it." Trying diligently to remember that she is in fact a married woman, in a guarded response she replied, "Yes, I will be here tonight with my husband. He is kind of the star of the event. Will you be here?" He contemplated her answer for a few moments, then said, "Yes, I will. I guess you are just an accessory to your husband's stardom..." Catherine's smile disappeared and her emerald green eyes became a stormy dark green. She wanted to ask him what exactly did he mean by that comment. But, she was afraid of his response. So, she just said, "I'll see you tonight, Doctor." and stepped around him. ----------------------------------------------------- As soon as Scott entered the reception hall that evening, he began looking for Catherine. He spotted her by the drink table. To make it look like he was not there just to talk to her, he moved around the side of the room. Greeting those he knew, he kept an eye on her movements. If the truth be known, had he not met Catherine earlier that day and knew she would be here tonight, he would have rather stayed in the arms of the comfortable Corrine. Giving the appearance that he was on his way to get a drink, he managed to meet the lovely Catherine face to face, again. "Good evening, Missus Landreau." "Good evening to you, Doctor Gardner." "Madam? I must apologize for my remark about you as just an accessory... I didn't intend to hurt your feelings, or demean you in anyway." "Oh, don't worry about it. Let's face reality here, you hit the nail right on the head. It's certainly not what I signed on for, but after eighteen months of marriage, that is a fairly good definition of what I am at this particular time." Meeting Catherine's eyes with his own and studying her for a few moments, he realized that her eyes gave her heart away. His remark had reminded her of the unhappy, unfulfilled life she was living. Scott drew out one of his business cards on which he had drawn a map, "Due to that reputation that precedes me, I don't think we should be seen together for any very long periods of time.." Handing her the card, he noticed that her smile and twinkle in her eyes had begun to return. As she took the card, he asked, "Would you like to meet for brunch, tomorrow? About eleven?" Catherine looked at both sides of the card, then looked back at him. "Ahhhh, OK. I ah, you must remember I am married. Ah, where is this place, anyway?" Thinking , "Maybe, just maybe this is the man that can help me in my marriage." "Can you find that freeway?" "Yes, I think so." "Follow that road to the very end and it will lead you to a very exclusive hideaway inn, with a dinner house. I'll call them and they will have a brunch ready for us. Show them that card when you get there. See you tomorrow..." Scott moved onto the drink table. Catherine glanced around, especially toward the Landreau table, to see if anyone noticed them. Then she slipped the card into a safe place in her clutch purse. ---------------------------------------------- After driving for what seemed forever into a desolate canyon, Catherine drew out her cellphone and checked to see if she had service, she did. Looking for a place to stop and call Scott, she noticed the road's end and the beginning of a gravel driveway. No sign to indicate anything was back there. However, after about a half mile, the driveway opened into the parking lot of a beautiful country inn. It had a quaint look, as if it had been picked up and placed there from the Cornwall area of England. Parking her Lexus, she nervously entered the dinning room. There she was, a married woman in a remote inn, by herself, meeting a well educated playboy with a reputation of seducing married women. On top of that, she realized that he was a practicing psychologist, behaviorist and used hypnosis in his practice.. Digging out his card from her purse, she asked her self again, "What am I doing here? What did I expect to accomplish by coming here today?" As she stood in the dining room trying to answer her own questions, a very dignified, middle aged woman entered the room. With a charming smile she asked, "You must be Catherine Landreau?" "Yes ma'am." "Oh my dear, you can loose the ma'am. Please, call me Anna." "OK, thank you Anna." "Scotty called and said that he was meeting an elegant young lady out here today. Boy, he wasn't kidding. Right this way, Missus Landreau." Catherine blushed, "I'll bet he says that about every woman he brings out here." As Anna lead Catherine to her table she turned her head slightly and over her shoulder said, "As a matter of fact, no. He has never described any of them like that and we usually take them directly to a room." Then as Anna pulled out a chair for Catherine, she said, "But, you certainly fill the bill." Catherine blushed again. As she sat down, she said, "Oh Anna, I'm not all that, but thank you anyway. Annd, Anna? Please, call me Catherine." Anna smiled and said, "OK, Catherine it is, I'll go watch for Doctor Gardner. He should be here any minute." A few minutes later, Scott did arrive. Anna stepped out of the front door to meet him half way on the path, thinking, "This is the first time I can remember that Scott showed up when he said he would. A half hour late is more like it." When he came within a few paces of her, Scott said, "Hi Anna, how are you today?" Anna extended her right hand to him, "I'm good Scotty. Your lady is here. And Scotty! She is every bit the beautiful young lady, just as you described. Scott Gardner..." She pointed a finger at him, "You better not be planning to defile this one with a one night stand or some crass affair." With his right hand still gripping her's, he wrapped his left arm around her slender body. She kept herself in much the same condition that she did during her twenty plus years as a field operative for the CIA. Scott pulled her close, "No Anna, I have no intentions of doing any of that to her. Anna? Like so much that you see go on around here, I want you to keep quiet about her even being here and what I am about to tell you. Anna? I am going to make Catherine my wife. I just have to get her to unload some access baggage, that's all." Anna gave him a knowing little smile, "That baggage as you call it wouldn't be a husband, now would it? You're going to steal someone else's wife, aren't you Scott Gardner?" "Yeah well, he's not doing a very good job of it or I wouldn't have a chance." said Scott with a smile, "But yes Anna, It might take awhile, but I am going to steal her away from him. I want her as my wife, not his. I want to raise a family with her. I want to grow old together..." Anna held the back of her hand to Scott's forehead, "You feeling alright? On something?" Scott laughed, "No Anna, I'm not on something and I'm feeling great. Now, where did you hide her?" "Okeh, well come on." she said with a big smile. She then led him to the table where Catherine was seated. Scott and Catherine chatted for awhile over coffee. Then just before brunch was served, she commented, "They all call you Scotty around here." "That's because most of them have known me sense prep school. Some like Anna, well before." "Can I call you Scotty?" "Sure, does every one that you know call you Catherine?" "No, there is a hand full that call me Cathy. My parents, my brothers, my sister, a couple of other close friends. But, mostly those within our family." "Can I call you Cathy?" She studied him for a few moments, considering his "Don Juan" reputation, thinking, "I could be opening myself up for an affair. But, I cannot help feeling that there is more to all of this." So, with a some of misgivings, she consented, "Okeh Scotty, you can called me Cathy when we are somewhere like this place. However, when we meet at some social function, it will be Doctor Gardner and Missus Landreau, OK?" "You got it, Cathy." he said with a satisfied smile. Brunch was served and they chatted about who they were, where they were raised. They found themselves laughing together quite a bit. Then she realized what time it had gotten to be, "Oh my gawd, it's almost two thirty. I'll be missed, there will be questions..." She rose from her chair, "Do I owe anything?" "No, no, that's all taken care of, now listen, Cathy... You are known here now. If life gets a little heavy for you at anytime, you can come here. Take a room if you want, it'll be no cost to you..." Scott drew out a cellphone, "Use this phone to call me. It is set on vibrate, so put it in bottom of your purse and check messages when you are alone." She took the phone and said, "OK Scotty, I must be going. Thank you for everything." Giving her a half hour lead time, he left the inn. ----------------------------------------------------- For the next three months, Scott and Catherine met infrequently at the inn hidden deep in the canyon. They would meet at various social functions, smile speak briefly then stay away from each other the remainder of the event. People were wondering what was wrong with Scott, he just wasn't his playboy self. None of the women in his social set could recall him even attempting to get them into bed. Although many husbands were relieved that at least one cock hound was off the market. When ask about all the speculation over why he had changed, Scott would just smile. Dr. Scott Gardner had Catherine Landreau on his mind and how he was going to make her Catherine Gardner. At a Saturday evening dinner party, Scott arrived and made his way to the hosted bar. As he waited for a glass of wine, he heard Catherine's voice behind him, "Dr. Gardner?" The bartender handed him the drink and Scott turned to face her, "Missus Landreau?" Catherine managed a little smile. But, again her eyes gave her away. They told him that something was not right. "Scotty?" she whispered as he stepped away from the bar., "We need to meet and talk..." "OK, next Tuesday brunch work for you?" "Yes good, eleven am, I'll be there." she whispered and left in the opposite direction from which she came. Scott didn't even get dressed on Sunday. He laid around in his underwear, watched a couple of ball games, drank beer all day and thought about Catherine. He hated to see her in any kind of distress like she was the night before. Scott wanted to gather her in his arms, kiss her and tell her that everything would be all right. He fell asleep on the couch, woke up at two am and shuffled of to bed. After a restless few hours of sleep, he managed to make it through Monday. Picking up some fast food for dinner, he took a sleeping pill and hit the sack at about eight pm. Tuesday morning, after a good nights sleep he arrived at the inn at ten forty five. Taking a seat at their regular table, Scott spent the next few minutes pondering their meeting on the previous Saturday evening. He glanced at his watch, eleven o'clock, then he looked up to see Catherine entering the diningroom. He thought, "Right on time, as usual." The difference today was that she had real purpose in her body language and an almost pensive look on her face. "Hi, Cathy." Catherine almost threw herself into the chair, "Hi Scotty." "What's wrong?" "What's right?" she retorted, giving him the hardest look he had ever seen from her. "Wanta tell me about it?" "Yes Scotty, I do. Right now, you are the only person on the face of this earth that I do want to tell about it." "Okeh..." "Well, let's start with.. I can't believe that I am in this joke of a marriage. Why I married this guy is a long story that I will tell you, some day. But, it seems irrelevant right now... Anyway, the prenuptial agreement that I signed said that we would start a family and have our own home during the first year of marriage. None of that has happened. Oh Scotty, he has just strung me along for the last twenty months, or so. Scotty? All I want is a loving husband, children and our own home, is that to much to ask? So... So then, on our way to that function last Saturday, I told him that I had gone off the pill. He flipped out, screaming that he would decide when I would get pregnant and now was not the time. I brought it up Sunday, at breakfast and received a double barrel blast from both him and his mother. It brought me to tears." "Cathy? I cannot begin to tell you how sorry I am that they brought you to tears." Scott said drawing out a business card from his shirt pocket. "Scotty? I went to my room and just sobbed. Then, I realized something. I don't love him, I don't even like him. I'm no sex expert, far from it. But, our sexlife is terrible, literally. Actually it is beyond terrible. Scotty, I've got to get out of this mess of a marriage!" Handing her the card, he said, "Call this guy right now. Use the phone I gave you." Catherine accepted the attorney's card and as she was digging the phone out of her purse, asked, "Is he related to you?" The Stolen Wife "Yep, he's my brother. He is also the Landreau family attorney. But, blood is always thicker than water. He'll let them go elsewhere." Punching in the number, she commented, "He is also one of the divorce attorneys to the elite in this town. I think he was my sister's attorney, Robert's sister." Gaining an answer to her call, she asked for Matthew Gardner. "Mister Gardner?" she asked timidly, as Matthew came on the line, "This is Catherine Landreau." "Yes Missus Landreau. We have your divorce prepared and ready for your signature. Can you be hear in my office between two and three this afternoon?" A little taken aback that he was so ready for her call, she stammered, "Yes, ah yes... I can and please, call me Catherine." "Good, OK Catherine, that way we can file it today and have him served tomorrow morning." "Oh OK, ah well OK, I will see you at two, thank you..." with that she closed the phone and looked right in the eyes of Scott. "It would appear that you are one step ahead of me here, wow. Ah Scotty, another fact that I admitted to myself this morning... I ah, I, well ah, let me get this right. Dr. Scott Gardner? I am madly in love with you. Totally and completely in love with you. I have tried to deny it, reminding myself that I am a married woman. But, after this morning, why should I..!?!" "Cathy? I love you too. More than I thought I could ever love a woman." "Thank you Scotty, I so needed to hear that from you, today. But, what will I do now?" she asked with a tear in her eye. "Catherine? To answer your question, I need to tell you something, it comes with a promise. Ah, I have never told a woman that I loved her, ever, before you. I haven't been with any woman since our first meeting here at the inn. Annd Catherine, I promise that you will be the only woman in my life until I die." She sat silently, engrossed in his every word, "Ah Catherine? Will you marry me? Will you become my wife as soon as your divorce is final?" "Yes, yes, yes Scotty I will marry you.... For the rest my life, I will be your wife..." she clasp her hands together, "I, I didn't know if you would ask... I hoped that you would...." Their brunch was served. When the servers had left the table, she said, "Scotty? You have made me so very happy. I feel so alive around you, so energized. I want to be with no one else in the whole world, but you..." She took a bite of her meal, then asked, knowing that he would have a satisfactory answer, "Now that we are here at this point in our relationship, what will I do tomorrow, Scotty? Where will I go?" Smiling Confidently, knowing that he had it all worked out with his brother Matthew and sister, Stephanie. "Cathy? Will you be alone anytime tomorrow?" "Wednesday, I don't know, let me check." Catherine drew out her daily planner. "My husband will leave as usual, around eight thirty. Then tomorrow, my mother has a brunch meeting from ten thirty until noon. She will leave around nine thirty. The housekeeper arrives at eleven. Why do you ask?" "Good, I asked because here is what you are going to do, tomorrow. Oh, before I forget, does your car have a GPS system of any kind? You know, the mapping programs that tell you where you are and where you want to go. Or, knows when you have an accident?" "No Scotty, I don't like those things, I'm not even very computer literate. I would not even consider one of those in my car. Cellphones are enough technology for me." That answer told him quite a bit about his future wife. He continued, "Here's what I want you to do. As soon as you know your mother is in fact gone, gather up everything you brought to the marriage." "That's just some clothes that they would never let me wear and some other small stuff." "Good, put all of that in the passenger seats of your car. Then, gather up everything you have been given since you were married. Stick all of that in the trunk of your car." "Okeh Scotty, I can do that, then what?" "Drive to Matt's office. Be sure to leave before the help arrives. When you get into Matt's parking garage go to valet parking. Go there today, so you will know where it is. Tomorrow, go to Matt's office and give him the parking token, He will give you a key to another car that is in the parking garage of the building next door. He will have one of the girls in his office take you to the car. It will be parked next to your car with everything in it that you placed in the passenger seats. Jump in the car and come here immediately. They will have a room ready for you. Between twelve thirty and one, Matt's wife Stephanie would like to join you at the inn, for lunch." "Oh OK, that would be nice. Well, I must say, it all sounds doable and very intriguing. Almost like something out of a movie. I think I can do it. No Scotty, I will do it. I'll call you when I get here." "Oh, I know you can do it, Cathy. I'm sure you can." said Scott, thinking, "Mister Robert Landreau, I'm am about to steal your wife right out from under your stuck up nose, you pompous ass. Before you have any idea about what happened, the beautiful Catherine will be my wife. Then, nobody will take her away from me, ever." "Will I see you tomorrow?" "Of course you will, my love and everyday there after. I will be here tomorrow for dinner, somewhere between five and six." Scott and Catherine went on to chat and laugh like it was one of their usual brunches at the inn deep in the canyon. So close, yet so far from the hustle and bustle of the city. She glanced at her watch, "Oh Scotty, where does the time go? It's already past one. I need to get going... I told your brother I would be there by two." She stood up, "I will call you, my love. As soon as I arrive here tomorrow." Raising from his chair, "I know you can do this, Cathy." With that he gathered her up in his arms and gave her a kiss. When he released her from their liplock, still in his arms, she whispered, "I have waited all my life for that kiss. My dad told me when I was in high school that I would know it when it came. He was right." Wednesday morning, Catherine stood looking at herself in the full length mirror in their master bedroom. Dressed as she usually did on a Wednesday, she asked herself, "Catherine? Can you do this? Can you go downstairs for breakfast and face those awful people as if nothing was happening? Nothing at all is different?" Smoothing out the light sweater she had chosen for the morning, she answered herself in a whisper, "Yes, yes you can Catherine and you will." After breakfast, Catherine stood at a window with a cup of coffee, watching her mother's car disappear, thinking "Robert left right on time this morning and there goes Lydia." She glanced at her watch thinking, "Nine twenty, time to get to work." The first item on her things to do list was to slip off her wedding rings and place them on the dinning room table under the cellphone Robert had given her. Then she went upstairs and began loading her car exactly as Scott had instructed. Ten fifteen, heart still pounding in her chest, Catherine passed through the front gate. She had left her remote gate opener in the garage since she had no intention of ever returning to this place. At Eleven thirty, in a different car, Catherine pulled into the parking lot of the inn. Anna was out front discussing some of the shrubs with the yard man, "How'd it all go?" Anna asked Catherine. Catherine clasp her hands together, "I did it, Anna. I did it just as Scotty told me to do it. I was scared to death, never being the covert type. But, Oh Anna, what an adrenalin rush I had when I got in that car, then out on the freeway and on my way here." ----------------------------------------------- Shortly before lunch, Robert Landreau accepted the large brown envelope from the process server and even signed for it, thinking, "Those kind of people serve law suits. Who's suing who? Is somebody suing the university and naming me?" He sat down in his desk chair confident that he had not done anything that would cause a law suit. Opening the envelope, he thought most likely some university thing where they were naming him among others. He almost fell out of his chair when reading "Divorce" on the top of the first page. Then his heart sank as he read further "Catherine Landreau vs Robert Landreau." His wife was suing him for divorce! "How could that be?" he thought as he flipped through the pages of the summons not really reading anything except the phrase, "according to the prenuptial agreement" repeated several times. The very agreement he insisted Catherine sign before they were married. Robert flipped back to the front page to see who Catherine had retained as an attorney. He was shocked to find that it was the law offices of Matthew Gardner and that Matthew himself had signed as her council. How could this be? He was their family's legal council and had written the prenuptial agreement. Matthew was to represent him, just like he did his sister in her divorce. Robert leaned all the way back in his chair and whined like a little boy, "What do I do now?" Then he leaned forward, grabbed his desk phone and hit the number one button on his speed dial. When his call was answered he whined like a crying little boy, "Mommy? Mommy? Catherine filed for divorce... Is, is she there?" Lydia, Robert's mother, said in a calm voice, "Settle down Robbie. Now, tell Mommy again, what did Catherine do?" Still in a whiney, little boy's tone, "She filed for divorce mommy, can she do that?" "I suppose so. Who did she get as an attorney?" "That's the other thing, mommy... She got Matthew Gardner, himself.. Oh mommeee, why mommee, why did she do this? I have to find her, talk to her... Oh mommeee..." "Come home as soon as you can, son. Mommy will make it alright." "Can your little man get his rod up in your love canal, mommy? I need to do that, right now."" "Yes Robbie, mommy will get it up nice and hard so you can get it all the way up in there." "OK mommy, I have an appointment just after lunch. I'll come home when it's over." After her conversation with her son, Lydia called Christine's cellphone. Only to find it ringing on the dinning room table with a set of wedding rings. ------------------------------------------------------- Scott navigated the winding canyon road up to the inn, checking his coat pocket to make sure the ring box was still there. Parking his car behind the inn he hurried into the dinning room to find Catherine. At five forty five, she was the only person in the dining room. Dressed in New Hampshire conservative, she still radiated beauty and elegance. Raising to meet him as he crossed the room, the whole staff watched as Scott gave Catherine a deep, lingering kiss. The lovers sat down and still holding hands, he asked, "How'd it go?" "Ummm... Everything went just as you planned it. Then I had a really nice lunch with my future sister, Stephanie. She is a really neat person and funny. Had me laughing to tears. She even had the staff laughing." "Yeah, my sister, I do love her. She has quite the sense of humor and she's a lot like you, smart and beautiful." "Oh but Scotty, she loves Matt like I want to love you, deeply and until her last breath." "Humm, I love you too, Cathy. I've brought something to seal our deal." He drew out the little box from his coat pocket, "Close your eyes, hold out your left hand..." She squealed in delight as he slipped the engagement ring on her finger. Gazing at the two caret setting that flickered in the candle light, she said, "I feel like Cinderella and my prince charming has come for me." After their early dinner, the lover's started up the stairs to Catherine's room, "How's your suite?" he asked. "Oh Scotty, it's just beautiful. Wait until you see it. So bright and cheerful. It's on a corner and the balcony looks out over the backyard gardens." At the top of the stairs, she took him by the hand and led him down the hall to her suite. Once inside she closed the door and leaned against it, gazing at her left hand. Scott walked out into the middle of the living room, "This is nice, gotta be one of the best suites in the place. I'll have to thank Anna." Catherine threw herself into Scott's arms and they kissed deeply. When their lips parted she whispered, "I love you..." Then in a very sincere tone, an little over a whisper, "Take me Scotty... Make me yours, forever." After kissing her again, he said, "I think it is time to check out the bedroom." Taking her by the hand, he led her to the foot of the canopied king sized bed. Looking it over, he commented, "That's quite a playground." Back into his arms, Catherine purred, "This morning my ex-mother asked me if I was back on the pill. I told her that I had in fact started back taking my daily contraceptive pill. But, I was thinking, 'Yes Lydia, I'm back on the pill. But, it is not for your son's benefit..'" Chuckling, Scott said, "Stay on them until your divorce is final. Then throw them away. You will be sent to my parents where my mother will be your wedding planner. The difference with her is that she will make sure that it is the wedding you want, in a dress custom made to your liking. You can have who you want there and even choose the pastor. We will fly them all to the place where our wedding is being held." An excited Catherine bubbled, "That's what Stephanie said. She told me that your mother makes it all fun and it comes out a dream wedding. Will we have it on a Greek Isle?" "They will be there for the next few months. If we don't do it there, then we will do it at the home place in Newport, Rhode Island." "Oh, Oohh, OK..." she said strumming her fingers on his chest, "Scotty? Sexually speaking, I ah, I, ah, I'm the neophyte here, you are the expert. The ah, the two men I've been with sexually, ah, well, they didn't have the slightest idea what they were doing, not the slightest. Totally inept sexually is a better way to put it. I mean, ah Scotty, you will have to lead me through the whole sexual part of loving making, step by step. Because I want to do it right and make you happy. I know you can make me happy and satisfied." An amused Scott said, "Cathy, Cathy, I love you. I really do love you, especially your naivete. You're so real, but sometimes I'd swear you were a virgin. Well Okeh, first step is... We have to take off our clothes." "I can do that!" she said taking two steps back, out of his arms, peeling off her clothes, "See?" Now standing nude, facing each other, he ran his hands through her thick, chestnut brown hair. Cut well past her ears, the gentle waves gave her a very "New England" look. Holding her out at arms length, he admired her shapely body, "You are simply beautiful... Annd, now that I have explored that woman behind those sparkling emerald green eyes, I find that your beauty radiates from deep within that nicely shaped body of yours." "Ummm, I love you too, Scotty, but are you sure I'm all that. I mean, you are so handsome a man of the world. I want to give you everything I have to give to a man. Oh my love, our life together starts today, everything else is just formality. I ah, I am ready for the next step, Scotty, lead me, take me..." Scott laid her on the bed, on her back, spread her legs and gave her pussy ten minutes of tongue and finger action. Catherine moaned and squealed, "Oh, Oh yes, Scotteee. That feels so good. Oh, Oohhh yes..." As her body writhed with pleasure, she grabbed her legs behind the knees, pulling them close to her chest. Making her pussy more available to him. "Ohhh gawd, Scotty... Yesss." she squealed as she went into an intense clitoral orgasm. He crawled up to face her, "There's some bedroom terms you need to know before we continue." Catherine giggled, "Oh well, then Doctor Scott, sex therapist, please inform me. Educate your woman." Laughing he said, "OK wise ass, first it is not your vagina. It is your pussy. Second, it is not my penis that is about to enter your pussy, it is my cock. Those beautiful globes on your chest are not your breasts, they are your tits." As she continued to laugh, he pushed into her about three quarters of his length. At six foot one inch, Scott's cock was a little longer and wider that the average man, and he found her to be very tight, almost like a virgin. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped open. She gasped, "Ohhh..." He whispered in her ear, "I think I am about to go where no man has ever gone before." With two more strokes, he gained full penetration. It was not very long thereafter that Catherine experienced her first total orgasm. She squealed, screamed and moaned. Yes, he had gone up inside her, where no man had ever gone before. And, yes, he had done things to her body that no man had ever done to her before. Now, she was experiencing a level of sexual ecstasy that she had never experienced in her twenty four years on earth. Scott brought Catherine over on top of him, into the "cowgirl" position. Neither of the two men previously had ever allowed her on top of them. "Ride that cock, cowgirl, ride it. There ya go, all the way up and all the way down. Now, pick up some speed." he said, thrusting his hips up to meet her down stroke. "Yeah, there ya go. Ride that cock, ride it hard, Cathy..." Ride it she did, right into a wide orgasm that she felt through out her body. From the top of her head to the ends of her fingers and toes. As her orgasm began to subside, he went off. "Ohh Cathy, yeah, Ohh yesss." he moaned, grabbing her hips and pulling them down to meet his. She collapsed onto his chest. When their heavy breathing had subsided, she slid off to his side. Raising her head, she purred, "Scotty? I never dreamed it could be like that. It was wonderful.... My little pussy is still tingling. Can we do it again?" ----------------------------------------- Matthew and Catherine walked down the hall from the conference room to his office, "I can't believe it, not that I'm surprised, but I still can't believe it." Spat Matthew as they entered his office, "An immature jerk found another immature jerk for and attorney. Then I tell that jerk of an ex-husband of yours that I'm going to get this divorce whether he wants it or not and what does he do? He throws a little boy's hissy fit. To include stomping his feet and pounding his fists on the table. It's not hard to tell why you're dumping him for Scott." Matthew reached for his office phone. With the receiver still in his hand, he turned to Catherine, "If Scott wasn't pushing me to finalize this case so he can marry you, I'd love to go for setting aside the prenup and sue the bastard for everything he's got, even his retirement." He hit the intercom button to his secretary, "Liz? See if judge Meyers is in his chambers? If he is, then ask if we can get over there in the next half hour and talk to him about Landreau vs Landreau." Matthew spent the next few minutes explaining to Catherine what he expected to accomplish in the judge's chambers. Then Liz's voice came over the intercom, "Yes sir, he's there. Also Matthew, he said, 'just because he likes you. Annd, he and your father go way back.., he'll see you and your client in a half hour... Better get moving.. You don't want to keep the judge waiting." A sixty something Judge Herman Meyers sat back in his chair, "Matthew? I have read this prenup at least a half dozen times. It is very well written, clear, concise... Just the way I like to see legal documents . That's why I like you, Matthew. You are one of the best attorney to come before me. So, here's the deal and I have already informed opposing counsel, my clerk is, as we speak, checking when we can have a short hearing. It will be ten to fifteen minutes, just long enough for me to issue a ruling to uphold this prenup. Mister Landreau and his twit of an attorney are trying to drag this case out several months. Our courts are crowded as it is with mostly legitimate cases. I will not allow the time we have to be wasted. There will be no discussion. We will open, I will issue my order upholding the prenup and that's it. Listen to me carefully, Matthew. What I am going to tell you now I did not mention to the opposing counsel. We can bring this case to a screeching halt at that hearing if you will come with a motion and order asking for annulment of this marriage based on the prenup. I will not need to hear any argument because the provision is there and as usual for you Matthew, it is clear and concise." The Stolen Wife Now, it was Matthew turn to set back in his chair, "...Brilliant, your honor, simply brilliant..." Catherine lean toward Matthew, "What does all that mean?" The judge answered for Matthew, "It dissolves your marriage, Missus Landreau. As if it never happened. You have no children with him, you've acquired no significant amount of property in joint tenancy. You have what? Some gifts from him, a car, some clothes. You will get to keep all that." Catherine sat up in her seat, "Oh, Ooh! Oh, that's great! Oh my, I couldn't have wished for anything any better! Oh! That's.... That's fantastic.. Oh, Oh, Scotty will be so pleased." Matthew sat up in his chair, "My brother, Scott, will be ecstatic. He plans to marry Catherine as soon as this case is closed. My mother is already making the preliminary plans." Judge Meyers sat all the way back in his chair, "You are kidding me. Your brother, the international Don Juan is going to marry this angelic young lady? The word is out there that he has changed quite a bit. That most likely there is a woman involved." He turned to Catherine, "So, you are that woman. I am very pleased to meet you, madam. I am also quite positive that there are many husbands out there, like myself, who will want to be at that wedding just to make sure it happens." Catherine smiled, "Your honor, I will personally check the guest list and make sure you and your lovely wife are in fact on it. I sat next to her at a charity event about six or eight months ago. You and I didn't say much to each other. But, she and I had a good time. Your wife was born in Concord.. That's about one hundred miles from where I was born in New Hampshire." The judge leaned forward and placed his elbows on his desk, "Yes OK, I remember you and that jerk who's wife you once were. I'll tell my wife "hi" for you." "Your honor?" injected Matthew, "We would appreciate it very much if you would wait to tell your wife anything until after you have signed the order of annulment." "Yes, you are right Matthew.." responded the judge as his clerk enter the chamber, and said, "Your honor, I talked to a friend of mine at the court clerk's office... Keep it at fifteen minutes and you can have the first case Monday morning." I'll see that there is a bailiff that will get things started right at nine o'clock, sharp. Mister Gardner? You and your client should be there at eight thirty." Nine fifteen on the following Monday morning, Judge Meyers rapped his gavel, "As per the prenuptial agreement, motion for annulment is granted, order signed. This marriage is hereby annulled, dissolved." Turning to Catherine, "You are no longer Catherine Landreau. You are now Catherine Bennett. Your maiden name has been restored." He rapped his gavel again, "Next case!" Robert shot up out of his chair, "No! No! It's it is not over! We are not done here yet!" "It is over, Mister Landreau!!" said Judge Meyers, "Please leave the court room, now. Or, I will have you removed." As Matthew hustled Catherine out of the court room, she heard Robert plead, "Catherine? Catherine?!? Please..." Out in the hall, Matthew said, "Okeh, that's over. You are not married anymore. How do you feel about that, Miss Bennett?" Catherine smiled as they neared the elevators, "It feels good, Matthew, thank you. Now, I can't wait until I join Stephanie and your mother by becoming the next Missus Gardner." Entering the elevator, Matthew said, "Neither can Scott. Anyway, that's all behind us and Scott wants to take you to meet our parents on Friday. So, right now, we will get your passport photos. Then tomorrow, Mary, my paralegal will call you when she has the signed order. She will then take you in to get your passport reissued." When they reached Matthew's car, Catherine turned to him, "I need to give you a hug. Words just cannot express my gratitude for what you and your staff have done for me. You are the greatest, Matthew." With that she gave him a big bear hug. Then she stepped back and said, "I want you to know, I have Stephanie's approval on that hug." Matthew grinned, "Scott says that you already consider yourself his wife. So, welcome to the family. However, we will still be there for the wedding. Along with many others who feel that seeing is believing." -------------------------------------- Walter Bennett stood rigidly in a tuxedo, looking out over a sea of people from all over the world, eighteen hundred at last count. He was waiting to escort his oldest daughter down the long aisle to become the wife of Dr. Scott Gardner. He looked out over the crowd thinking, what a magnificent day for a wedding on a quaint Greek Isle. His attention returned to the progress of the wedding. Mendelssohn's Wedding March was coming to an end and the wedding party was almost in place. Catherine had selected Vivaldi's For Seasons to get the guests seated. Beethoven's Fifth Symphony opened the ceremony and brought in the pastor. Followed by the Wedding March to bring in the groom and the wedding party. But, it was Pachelbel's Canon that would bring the bride and her father down the aisle. Moving to the beat of the base, it had taken almost the whole piece to make it down the aisle in practice. Catherine's father pondered what his daughter told him when he mentioned her white dress. She said that the other wedding was entirely Robert and Lydia Landreau's affair. That this wedding is her's. And, as far as she and Scott were concerned, it is her first. He smiled thinking over her rational. Then he heard her voice behind him, "Daddy? I'm ready." Walter turned toward her voice, "Wow, you look magnificent. Catherine, your dress is elegant and it fits you like a glove. You are one classy young lady and make a stunning bride." "Daddy, Oh daddy, Thank you. Once Scott told me that I had a lot of class and elegance. That I am beautiful. I told him that I didn't feel that I was all that. Daddy? Today, in this dress, I feel like I am all that." "My dear little girl, you certainly are all that... You ready to really get married?" "You betcha daddy, for the rest of my life." Noticing that the bride was in place, the orchestra began Pachelbel's Canon. Catherine and her father stepped off down the aisle. She felt like it was a fairytale and she was floating inches off the floor, moving toward her prince charming. At the Landreau wedding, when it came time for Catherine to say "I do." she uttered it in little over a whisper. Today, when it came time for her to say "I do." she rocked up off her heels. Letting herself back down, slowly, she said in a clear tone of voice, "Yes, I do, I do. Oh yes, I do!" She looked at the smiling pastor, who she had known all her life, then back at a smiling Scott. Then softly, she said, "Well... I do." ---------------------------------------------- Six months after her Annulment was approved, Scott and Catherine attended their first social event. It was hosted by the university's research department and several of their client corporation. With assigned seating, Scott and Catherine found themselves seated next to the university's president and his wife, Dr. William and Sharon Jamison. Scott seated Catherine next to Sharon as he introduced her as his wife to both of the Jamison's. Sharon smiled big as she shook Catherine's hand, "So, you're the one that corralled Scott? I am very pleased to meet you as Missus Gardner. When you went missing and I heard of Scott's change, I wasn't at all surprised when we received your wedding invitation. It was a beautiful wedding and I think you were quite clear about your intent to become Scott's wife. I heard that about eighteen hundred people were there to share that event with you two." As the table filled and Catherine chatted with Sharon and a couple of the other ladies, Robert Landreau approached them. Directing his comment at Scott, he stated in a loud tone, "You stole my wife... Catherine was my wife and you stole her from me!!!" The whole room quieted and turned their attention toward Robert. Scott considered Robert's comments for a few moments, "Dean Landreau!?! If Catherine were ever really your wife your wife, I would have never had a chance." Scott held up Catherine's left hand. Her wedding rings caught the light and sparkled as if they were ten times their size, "She wears my rings and..." placing one hand on Catherine's abdomen, he continued, "She carries our child!" "But, but..." blubbered Robert. Sharon looked up at him "Dean Landreau! Catherine is not your wife any longer. Judge Meyers annulled your marriage. She is now Missus Gardner. Grow up, get over it, move on..!" What could he say? Sharon was his boss's wife. Robert stammered, "Ah, ah... Oh very well." With that he turned and went back to his seat next to his mother. As her son returned to his seat, Lydia stared at the Jamison table, thinking, "Scott most definitely stole Catherine away from my Robert. But, there is nothing I dare do about it. I've known their father for more than forty years. I also know that he runs the family empire like a Mafia Don. If I did anything to hurt anyone in his family, he would crush my son and I like a couple of bugs. And now, Catherine is part of his family. I guess I'll just have to find Robbie another wife. This time I'll look for a girl not quite as smart and certainly not as attractive." Sharon turned to Catherine and with a big smile and asked, "Your pregnant? You two are going to have a child? Scott Gardner is going to become a father?!?" She then turned toward both Scott and Catherine, "So, how many do you two plan to have?" Scott answered Sharon's question, "As many as her body can safely produce. Or, she says that's it," Catherine smiled and said, "I think a dozen will do just fine." On their way home that night, approaching the main entrance to their gated community, Scott asked his wife if she felt that he had stolen her from Robert. "Yes, you did! You most certainly did! You rode in like some rogue knight and stole me away from him. Soo, my dear husband, because you did, I will love you, be your loving wife and the mother of our children for the rest of my life."