25 comments/ 57101 views/ 3 favorites Thoughts Ch. 01 By: DG Hear This is a story about Bob's life, his ups and downs and everything in between. I'll be submitting a chapter each day till all five chapters are posted. A special 'Thank you' to Estragon for doing the editing of my story and making it a much better read. DG Hear Chapter 1: The Early years I'm Bob Beal and this story is about my life. Readers may hate me and even call me names. I've done that to myself many times over the years. Everyone, and I mean everyone, makes mistakes and dumb decisions. I know I made my share over the years. The sad thing is, after making a mistake, at least a major mistake, you can't take it back. There are no do-overs in the real world, and you have to live with the consequences of your actions. I'm writing my thoughts and figure the mature (older) readers probably have been through a lot of the same things. The middle-aged readers are probably going through the same things right now. The young people might be able to learn from my mistakes and not make the same ones. Please excuse if I jump around in the story. I'm trying to write it as the thoughts come into my head. I'm sitting here at home by myself thinking about my life and wondering what it was all about. I was married to the same woman for over forty-two years and we recently got divorced. I called my best friend Tom and told him I had a heavy weight I wanted to get off my chest. I asked him if he would like to hear the short version of my life's story. Tom has been my best friend, my wife says my only friend, for the past eighteen years. He is my age and went through a divorce shortly after we met. I remember him telling me his divorce story with all the sordid lies that were part of it. The two of us were a lot alike. He was now married to another woman, who is a real good friend of my wife's. I couldn't believe when he showed me pictures of his first wife how much she resembled his second wife. Tom and I went to the local pub and I told him my story. He didn't talk at all other then ordering us another round of Fosters about every half hour. I will honestly say that Tom is the only guy I ever really trusted. I remember him spilling his guts out to me and I gave him my word that I would never divulge a word to a soul. I kept that promise and I knew Tom would too. I took my first swig of the beer and started my whole sordid story. She told me we just weren't compatible anymore; hell, we haven't been compatible for years. In fact, when we first met, we often talked about what complete opposites we were and how they say opposites attract. I guess somewhere along the way the attraction stopped. Carol came up to me a few months back and told me she couldn't take it any more, she no longer wanted to stay married to me. It didn't come as a complete surprise. We really haven't done anything but argue since I retired early five years ago. I'm now sixty-three and she turned sixty-five. I guess I should go back and tell you a little about our life and how we got together. Maybe you can make sense out of my life. I never thought we were any different than most couples we knew through our whole life. Both our parents stayed married until one of them died, so we came from decent families, even though they had their problems. I met Carol when she worked for my sister in her family's grocery store forty-plus years ago. I was working at a factory, and going to college at night. I was always a flirt and would put the make on most any woman if given the chance. Hell! I was only nineteen. At first Carol told my sister she hated me and that I was nothing but a skirt chaser; the fact is, she was right. I saw Carol as a challenge. I wanted her to like me. I would stop by the store three or four times a week just to talk to Carol. It took over a month before I could get her to go out with me. Carol came from a large, low-income family. Her dad died before I got a chance to meet him. It was the same year that she started working for my sister. She helped support the rest of her family. I came from a normal middle-income family. Both of my parents worked in the factories in the auto industry, that's how I got on. I went to college at night. I couldn't believe it when Carol said she would go out with me. We actually went to a drive-in. I remember the first time she let me kiss her, I felt something special. I tried to go a little farther but she wouldn't let me. She did spill her pop on her blouse and, of all things, she got her skirt caught in the car door and it ripped. I was scared to death when I had to take her home and her older brothers were standing there waiting for her. I figured when they saw her I'd get my ass kicked. Luckily, she got out and told them what had happened, that she spilled her drink and got her skirt caught in the door. She came to my side of the car and gave me a kiss goodnight. For some strange reason I was falling for her. I've never felt that way about any of the other girls I dated before. I think it was because of the challenge. We had been dating for a couple of months and we kissed a lot, and she did let me touch her boobs on the outside of her blouse. She ended up being one of my sister's best friends, and she would watch their baby when my sister and her husband would go out. I made sure I showed up those nights. It wasn't long before we were having sex on the couch. It all began with her letting me feel her up. I opened her blouse and started feeling her tits. God, they felt so good. I began massaging and kissing them. I remember Carol saying, "Take it easy, they're rather sensitive." I worked my way down to her skirt. I don't remember why she was wearing a skirt, it was so long ago. I remember sliding my hand up her thigh and onto her mound outside of her panties. I kept telling her how much I loved her and rubbing her mound. Did I really love her? Hell, I don't know, but I did care for her. I was still a nineteen year old kid with very excited hormones. I'd had a lot of girlfriends, and felt a lot of them up, but I never had intercourse. I'd felt a lot of boobs and pussies but never got more than my fingers in them. I thought this could be a first for me, with a woman two years older than me. I was hot, really hot; I didn't want to blow my chances with her. Before I knew it I had her blouse and bra off and was kissing her tits. Next, I slipped my hand onto her panties. Before long my hand was inside her panties. It felt so wet as I rubbed my hand across her mound and down into her crevice. God, she was so wet, I knew she must have wanted it as much as I did. It wasn't long before I had her panties off and my jeans and briefs off. I was rubbing my cock up and down her crack. I was doing everything I could to make it last. I remember her telling me to go slow, very slow, which I did, pushing my cock into my first pussy ever. It was so hot and so wet, I loved the feeling. She raised her head and said she wanted to watch my cock go into her. It was so great watching her watching my cock go in and out of her, every time it came part way out it was wetter. I couldn't hold off any longer as I starting shooting my cum into her. She screamed out and told me how good it felt. I pumped and pumped till my cock got soft. She grabbed some tissues, a handful off the end table and put them between her legs and ran to the bathroom. I grabbed some also and wiped off my cock and threw the tissues into the wastebasket. I got dressed. She came back into the room and dressed also. She sat down and told me that it was her first time and that she was a virgin. She wanted to wait for the right guy and hoped it was me. Again, I really liked her but at nineteen I wasn't sure what love was. I told her I really cared for her too and we sat and cuddled as we watched TV. I was a little on the nervous side now. I never told her it was my first time, which it was for intercourse. I didn't want to avoid her because I did care for her and she worked for my sister. I did a stupid thing and went on a date with another girl from college. Carol never knew about it. It was just going out to get something to eat and making out in the car. I did finger fuck her and she gave me my first real blowjob. She said she was waiting to give up her virginity to her future husband, whom ever he might be. I knew it wasn't going to be me because I didn't have any real feelings for her. After I went home I was mad at myself for cheating on Carol, even though we weren't officially going steady. I think I was afraid of a real relationship. It was a month later I ended up giving my class ring to Carol as a sign of our going steady. She accepted it and now we were a couple. We had sex most every time we were alone. Most of the times I used condoms but every once in awhile we got spontaneous and I went bareback. Then it happened about two months later. I stopped at the store to see Carol and she told me she was pregnant. It would have been pretty stupid to ask her if it was mine since she told me she was a virgin. Thinking back on the whole situation I do believe she was. I really don't remember any blood but I heard there were other ways for a hymen to break. It was just the way that she was so fascinated at watching my cock go in and out of her and how hard she wanted to please me. One time she even asked if she was big enough for me. I guess it was because she was small and her pussy was really tight. I asked her who all knew she was pregnant and she said she had told my sister. She was scared and I wasn't there for her to talk to. She followed up with how much she loved me and would take care of the baby herself. God, I felt like a real asshole. I might be a flirt and somewhat of a playboy but I wanted to do what was right by Carol. I told her we would get married soon before she began to show anymore. That night I told my parents and they gave me the talking to of my life. At the same time they would back any decision that I made. They did think I was way too young to get married and the chance of it lasting wasn't very good. We got married by a judge less than a month later. We found a one-room efficiency apartment that was really cheap. It had a Murphy bed that pulled out of the wall and a small stove and refrigerator. It was only a few blocks from my sister's store, so Carol could walk if I had the car. Also my sister would pick her up if she needed a ride. At least I had a good job with insurance. I dropped out of college because we couldn't afford it and I really didn't like going anyway. My grades were even below average. I spent my evenings with Carol and our relatives and friends. I have to say we fucked at least five times a week. I was happy that I didn't have to wear condoms anymore; I hated those things. I stopped talking for a little bit while Tom went and got us a couple of more Fosters. I then continued on with my story. **** A little more about our sex life. As I mentioned we did it pretty often. I had borrowed a number of sex tapes from my brother and Carol and I watched some of them together. She wasn't big on them but did watch some of them with me. Sometimes after she went to bed I would watch them over. I do believe it was warping my mind. I'll try to explain. I wanted to do a lot of the things I saw on the tapes. Carol was very happy with me eating out her pussy. Her pussy must have been extra sensitive because I could usually make her come while eating her out. She would get so wet and I'd get hard and have to fuck her afterwards. God! How I love to see a woman on her back, her legs pushed up in the air and her pussy waiting to be taken by either my mouth or cock. I can get hard thinking about it and it hasn't changed. I still get hard in the hot tub just picturing it. You notice I say we'd fuck instead of making love. To me is was all about coming and making her come. I couldn't say that fucking her and she having an orgasm, or me eating her pussy and her coming, would necessarily be considered love. Especially when everyone on the porno tapes came and there was never any love there. I asked Carol to give me oral sex, seeing I was doing it for her all the time. It may seem odd but she didn't even like touching my cock. It was a lot of years before I found out why. I heard her tell our daughters when they were teenagers that she was almost molested when she was younger. She told them the story of what happened. I figured that's where the phobia about touching cocks began. One day she said she would try and give me oral sex. We were in a sixty-nine position with me on the bottom. I was sucking the hell out of her pussy. She was as wet as could be and had an orgasm. Needless to say it made me very horny and very hot. She told me I better not come in her mouth. I guess she saw the pre-cum and wiped it off with a tissue. She gently took the head of my cock in her mouth. It was so hot and I was too far gone and shot a load, most of it went into her mouth. She began gagging and went to the bathroom to throw up. To say she was pissed at me would be an understatement. When she got mad she had one filthy mouth and called me every name in the book. She told me it would be the first and last time she would ever go down on me. She was close to being right. She tried one more time about twenty years later. I'll tell you more about that later. Sex was sparse for the next few days, but we soon got back into it. She would let me eat her pussy and fuck her in most any position as long as she didn't have to touch my cock. For me, the sex was good but I wanted to try more things. Over the next four years we had three kids. We had to find a bigger place to live. We found a nice house, which was a double and we rented one side. It had three bedrooms and a backyard for the kids. A few years later we bought a new house. I was now old enough to go to bars, even though I didn't drink much. Carol on the other hand had a few favorite type drinks she liked. I liked it when she drank because she got horny. I could guarantee that a night on the town meant a fuck session when we got home. **** Going back to her pregnancies. When I took her to the hospital for our first child, the nurse said I could go in and talk to her. That was a big mistake. "You mother fucking son of a bitch, don't you ever touch me again or I'll cut your damn cock off!" Needless to say she didn't take it to well. I didn't know what to think and I asked the stupidest question a guy could ask, "Does it hurt?" After another round of obscenities, the nurse told me I should probably wait in the waiting room. She didn't get an argument from me. Our daughter was adorable and I told my wife, "We did good!" She came back with, "I did good! All you did was put that dirty old cock in me and squirt!" I guess she wasn't quite back to normal yet. A couple of days later, I picked up her and the baby and we headed home. My wife named our daughter Kelly. I told her it was fine with me, I like the name. After a few more days she seemed to calm down. By then we had company most every night coming to see the baby. It was about two weeks later before she would let me touch her. She informed me that she was going to take birth control pills, which I didn't have a problem with. At least I didn't have to wear condoms. We did run into a problem. About a year later she got pregnant again even though she took birth control pills religiously. She blamed me for it. I had to wonder what the hell did I do wrong. She told the doctor she never missed a pill. He told us that sometimes it happens, pills don't always work. He told us we must be a very fertile couple. At least this time she knew what to expect. Our second daughter was born premature. We're not sure if the birth control pills had anything to do with it or not. The doctor said the baby would be fine and once her weight got above five pounds he would let her go home. We named her Kim. She was so tiny in the incubator; I had to cry hoping she would be fine. She was now my baby girl and I prayed for her good health. My wife went to the hospital every day to be with our baby. A week later she was allowed to come home. I have to say that Carol was one great mother and later in life she was all you could ask for in a grandmother. Carol told me she wasn't going to take birth control pills anymore. We would just have unprotected sex until we had one more child. She said she was hoping for a boy but either way it would be our last child. There was thirteen months between each of the kids. The last one was a boy. Carol informed me that she was no longer going to take birth control pills. I could either wear condoms the rest of my life or get a vasectomy. I gave it a lot of thought. I know a lot of guys always thought about having boys and doing things with them. I wasn't like that, I could do the same things with my girls. I was lucky and had it both ways. I did have the vasectomy. I used condoms until I gave them my results a few weeks later. Throughout their lives, it was my wife that spoiled our son the most. We named our son Kyle. I loved my kids even though my wife told me I wasn't the best father. It was one of those things we argued about. I was still young and stupid. I felt like I never finished having more of a sexual background. I cheated on Carol and went downtown and had sex with a black prostitute. I always wondered if it would be different with a black woman. I have to admit it wasn't nearly as good as I got from Carol and way too fast. I felt sad and stupid afterward but it was something hopefully Carol would never find out. I've read about exhibitionism and watched the porn where the wife showed her goodies. I thought about Carol and wondered if she would do such a thing. Don't misunderstand me here; I'm not a guy who wanted to be cuckolded. I just thought about showing off my wife. She was tiny, very pretty and big busted. I've watched a lot of guys look at her. She would flirt but it was just part of her personality. It fact if I told her she was flirting, she would deny it. She had weight problems from having the three kids, but did a good job on keeping her weight under control. To me she looked pretty damn good. When we would have sex I would really get into it verbally, asking her if she liked it, or did she want to fuck another man. Usually she would get mad and tell me to shut up but, over time, when she was a little drunk, she would give me answers. To this day she tells me they weren't true, but she just said what she thought I wanted to hear. One day I was rubbing her tits. I knew just how to do it because her nipples were always sensitive. I was giving her a slow fuck at the same time. It was after a party we went to and she was feeling no pain. "You like your tits rubbed? Does anyone else rub them better than me?" "No, you're the only one to touch them." Please be quiet. "Come on, you're twenty-seven and no one has ever seen or touched your tits?" I asked. "Yes, they've been touched. I just tell them to stop." Quit talking. "Have you had your tits rubbed without your bra on?" "Uh uh." "Did you let them kiss them too?" "Yes, quit asking me. Just fuck me!" The reason I asked these questions was because we'd gone out with some of Carol's friends and a couple of the girls are kind of wild. Maybe once every other month for the last couple of years they would have a girls' night out. To the best of my knowledge, I can't say that Carol has ever lied or cheated on me, but I have my suspicions. I think back about her being a virgin at twenty-one. She was shy about our sex habits but now she doesn't seem to be as shy as she used to be. I know they went to all male reviews and a number of drinking establishments. Carol was always horny when she got home. I often wondered how she got that way. Thoughts Ch. 01 I would always ask her and she gave me answers. I had no idea if she was telling me the truth but I've never caught here in an outright lie. I know she isn't guy crazy and she always told me she could take care of herself. I often asked her if guys made passes at her and she told me every girl gets hit on. She's never had a problem she couldn't handle. If I continued talking about it, she would just get mad. I guess that since I slipped up I figured Carol might have also. One day we were out with kind of a wild couple, friends of ours. They weren't married, because she was separated and her divorce wasn't final. Joe drove a tow truck and Sue worked at one of the local offices. They were another mismatched couple. Sue had one of the sexiest walks I have ever seen. What I would have given to get in her pants! Anyway, after a night of partying they invited us over to their basement apartment. It was the first time I was ever there. Joe was kind of a rough guy that women went for. He worked in the gas station across from the store where my wife worked. We'd both known him for a few years. I've even ridden in the tow truck with him a few times. A wreck would come across the CB and he would head for the destination. Anyway, back at their apartment they put on music. It was slow dance tunes. Carol and I began dancing. Both women had on skirts. Joe and Sue were into it. We all had a lot to drink and Joe soon had Sue's blouse off. I was rather surprised he did it in front of us. Carol just laughed. I asked her if she wanted me to take hers off and she said no. It made Joe laugh. I know he would have loved to see Carol's tits as much as I would have liked to see Sue's ass. Next he removed Sue's bra. I was surprised that Carol didn't ask to leave. She just laughed it off. Joe asked to dance with Carol. So we swapped dance partners for a little bit. I couldn't believe I was dancing with Sue naked from the waist up. Carol didn't even seem to care. I know she had a lot to drink, but we'd never did anything like this. I pulled Sue tight to my chest. I wanted to feel those tits against me. I doubt we would ever get this close again. I glanced over at Joe and he put his hands on Carol's ass. She laughed and after a few minutes she just pushed them back up. I knew he had to have squeezed her ass a few times. Carol said it was time to change partners, and Sue went back to Joe. I noticed Carol had two more buttons undone on her blouse. Her bra was showing. Joe must have touched her breasts also. She was pretty drunk and smiled at me; I kissed her. In the meantime Joe had dropped Sue's skirt. I could see her dark pussy mound through her panties. They had a bed and a couch in this room. Joe took Sue by the hand and said they would go into the bedroom and give us some privacy. I took Carol to the bed; I was so damn hot and so was she. I took off her clothes including her skirt and panties. After undressing myself I got between her legs and ate her pussy. After that I fucked her hard and she was telling me how much she liked it. "Do you know that Joe and Sue left their bedroom door open? I'm sure they can see your tits and pussy." "I don't care! I want to be fucked so bad right now. Don't worry about them and just fuck me!" That's exactly what I did. I was willing to bet any money that Joe was watching Carol from the bedroom. For some reason, this one time I didn't care. I had to wonder if this was a change in Carol. She was never much for showing off her body that I remembered. We had sex for a good half hour. I ate her pussy and fucked her with her legs held high and spread then doggie style. All the time her ass was facing the open bedroom door where Joe and Sue were. As soon as we were finished we got dressed and went home; we didn't disturb Joe and Sue. When we saw Joe and Sue again no one ever mentioned that night. It was probably the closest we ever came to a swap. Looking back now I don't know if I would have wanted it to happen or not. I know Carol didn't talk about that night anymore. Being the ass I am, I now wonder if it was the only time she went overboard. It wasn't much after that when Carol began going out more often with her friends. I've always wondered just how faithful to me she had been. It's something I'll never know. One night one of Carol's girlfriends Jen was getting friendly with me. She got drunk and Carol said she could stay at our house so she wouldn't have to drive home. While Carol went to change her clothes and check on the kids Jen stripped in front of me. I mean she took it all off. She was sort of laughing at me. I wasn't sure what to do. Carol was in the next room. If she wasn't I knew what I would have done. I went to the bedroom and got ready for bed, putting on a pair of pajamas. Later that night I got up to take a piss, and Jen came into the bathroom naked. When I asked her to leave she laughed at me. "I need a fuck and you're the only man here." "I can't have sex with you, Carol's in the other room. She'll kill me!" "Fuck me or I'll tell her how you grabbed my ass on the dance floor. I've known her all my life, she'll believe me. I want that fucking cock of yours." Jen was married to Ted, who was a really big guy. He was away on business for a couple of days. I never much cared for him or the way he looked at Carol. I hated when he flirted with Carol. After taking a piss I sat on the toilet and Jen straddled me and rode my cock. It felt great! I'd wanted to fuck her for the longest time but she was Carol's friend. Here I was shooting a load into her pussy. I should have felt bad but I didn't. I figured what Carol didn't know wouldn't bother her. The next morning I walked into the living room where Jen had slept on the couch. She had a nightgown on that Carol had loaned her. She asked, "Don't I get a good morning kiss?" What an asshole I was! I leaned over and gave her a kiss. Carol walked into the room and began yelling at me. She also yelled at Jen and said, "I saw you letting him grab your ass at the bar last night. Now you let him kiss you this morning. Get the hell out of my house! I thought you were my friend; I should have known better." Jen apologized to Carol, but Carol wasn't happy about her. The problem was they had been friends their whole life. In fact, Carol told me that Jen's husband made a pass at her years before. I don't know if it was while we were married. Anyway she told me to take her slut friend home and if I touched her she'd cut off my dick while I was sleeping. Carol never found out the truth about me having sex with Jen as far I know. I think me still being alive, with my dick still attached, is proof of that. Carol could be like night and day. One minute she was the biggest bitch and the next minute the hottest lover. Her mom had a nervous breakdown years ago and was still in a mental institution. We visited her a few times a year, till she was put in a nursing home. I often wondered if Carol would go off the deep end some day. Life went on rather normal after that night with Jen. I did my best to go straight and not cheat again. I was lucky to still be married to Carol or maybe even alive. Carol's temper was that bad, like I said. Eventually she forgave Jen but I never got forgiveness nor did I deserve it. Carol remembers every single thing I have ever done wrong. It all gets stored in a compartment of her brain that she can bring up at will during any argument. "Well Tom, it's time for me to head for home. Thanks for lending me an ear." "Anytime Buddy, that's what friends are for." We both went home, he to his wife and me to a cold and lonely house. * End of Chapter 1 Thank you for reading my story Comments welcome and appreciated DG Hear Thoughts Ch. 02 You may want to read chapter 1 before this chapter. I'll be submitting a chapter each day till all five chapter are posted. A big 'Thank You' to estragon for editing this story and making it a much better read. Chapter 2: I Tried to do better I decided to change jobs and went into insurance sales. It seemed like a great opportunity. I was a pretty good talker and passed all the state tests. I put in a lot of hours but made a lot more money. Needless to say, Carol loved that part. When the kids were all in school, she got a full time job doing vending work in factories. Our life was very busy. Between the jobs and the kids, we hardly made time for ourselves. I would work all hours of the day and night, seeing I made my own schedule, but I always tried my best to make time to attend all the kids' activities. With three kids they get into a lot of things. All were in sports and the girls also were girl scouts and in the school band. My son played every sport they had and even all the summer leagues. Carol was always there for them, and I tried to be. Thinking back, doing all this running around, we didn't make enough time for each other. The job kept me away a lot of evenings. For the next fifteen years I worked for the insurance company. Then one day, after making a really big mistake, I got out of the insurance business. I did it in hopes of saving my marriage. We had saved a lot of money and made some good investments but I knew my marriage and family were on the line. When Carol was going through her change of life, I didn't even want to come home. She didn't want to even talk to me unless it was something she figured I did wrong or something I didn't do. We went three months and she wouldn't let me touch her. The kids were older now and pretty much took care of themselves. We were there for them when they needed us. The problem was, we weren't there for each other. When I tried to cuddle up to her at night she would actually tell me she didn't like sex anymore. I wasn't sure what the hell to do. I had just turned forty and the kids were in the last years of high school. Our oldest daughter Kelly was ready to start college. It was then I did something really stupid. I had a short-term affair with a woman I met. The odd thing was, she looked like my wife but was ten years younger. Her age had nothing to do with the affair, but I think the attraction did. It went on for about a month. Her husband had been in prison for over a year. She did have a daughter who was thirteen, that I met, but she just thought I was the insurance man, which I was. In the beginning we just talked, and she told me about her situation and I was telling her about mine. One thing led to another and we ended up kissing. In the next couple of visits, she let me feel her up and finger fuck her. I could never stay at her place for long; I didn't want to raise any suspicions. One night she called me and told me she would be home alone. Her daughter was staying with her grandmother for the night. I made an excuse to my wife that I had an appointment. She didn't even answer me as I left the house. When I got to Sheila's place she had on a skirt and blouse. I knew we didn't have much time so we started kissing and I was fingering her. I pulled off her panties and we fucked for the first and last time. It might be hard to understand but I really felt bad about what I did. I hadn't cheated on my wife for at least fifteen years and here I was doing it again. I told Sheila I couldn't see her again and that I was really sorry. She didn't love me and it really didn't bother her. All the way home, I hated myself for being so weak. When I got home, Carol was in the living room. "Is she your girlfriend? I followed you and waited a half hour for you to come out. Did you fuck her? I followed you once before to the same house. Is that your daughter?" Carol just kept asking questions. Considering her past, she seemed mad but calm. She didn't cry or do anything that I would have expected. I didn't think she would believe me but I told her the truth. "No, she's not my girlfriend and yes we had sex. It was the first and last time. It made me feel like shit and I told her I couldn't see her again. It's been three months since you let me even touch you. I know I was totally wrong doing what I did. I'm sorry and I will leave tonight." I went on and told her how I spent the time with Sheila. How we usually talked about our spouses and lack of sex. I mentioned that her husband was in prison and that there was no love involved. Her daughter was not my child. I told my wife that I had the vasectomy long before she would have been born. I really felt bad. When I was younger I was just a young cock that hadn't grown up but I was a man now with responsibilities and knew better. What was really odd is that I realized I really loved my wife now, and just threw it all away for nothing. I told her I would go pack a suitcase and leave. I honestly didn't know what else to do. I figured I'd go to my parents. She told me that she wouldn't forgive me but I didn't have to leave. She needed some time to think about this and I could just stay in the extra bedroom. She didn't want me in her bed. I was both happy and sad. Maybe there was a way to salvage what was left of our marriage. I went to bed but didn't sleep worth a shit. The next morning I told her I was quitting my insurance job and going back to the factory. It would be a little less money but I knew I wanted to try and salvage what we had. Carol and I were again on non-speaking terms. It was my fault but why did she end up forgiving me? She said it was because she loved me but I was never sure. I often wondered if she had done something similar and that was why she forgave me. I shouldn't have said forgave. Deep down she never forgave me. She brought it up during most every argument. I had no comeback for it and she knew it. Because of my working there before, I got a job back at the auto plant. Even though my dad was retired, he called a guy and had me go see him. It was all about who you knew in some of these plants. My family knew the right people. I got my job back, and they even gave me my continuity of service back. That was credit for the time I had worked there previously. My kids asked me why I quit the insurance job and why I was sleeping in the other bedroom. I explained to them that the money in insurance was good but I was tired of working so many hours. I wanted to spend more time at home. As far as the bedroom goes, I said I was a poor sleeper and was always getting up in the middle of the night. It always disturbed their mother. This was really true. They knew that I would often be on the couch or the spare room when they got up in the morning. Nothing more was said. I honestly don't know if Carol ever said anything different to them. A month had past and things were somewhat normal. I went to work, we actually had dinner as a family and I slept in the spare room. One day I was in the store and ran in to Sheila. "So, how's it going? Your wife stopped by the day after we were together. She's a real pretty woman. I didn't know who she was when she came to my door. She said she wanted to talk to me," said Sheila. "What did you talk about?" I asked. "She wanted to know how long I've known you and how many times we made love. I told her you were our agent for a few years but only recently stopped and talked to me. It started with an insurance review and then we talked about more personal things." "What did she say?" "Not much, but I told her it wasn't love and it was only the one time. She asked about my daughter and my husband. I told her he was in prison and had another year to serve. She actually seemed nice. I know I wouldn't have been as calm as she was in the same situation." "Anything else?" "I told her that you said it was over and that you'd never be back. It was a mistake to begin with and you told me you were sorry. That was about it, and she left and I haven't seen her since." I explained to Sheila that I was back home and got another job. I wasn't her insurance agent anymore. She said she knew because she met the new agent a couple of days before. He was introducing himself to his clients. His manager was with him. **** Life seemed to be quite normal after that. I never told Carol that I saw Sheila and she never told me about going to see her. I figured that's why we are still together... I was honest with her. It would have been a struggle financially for both of us if she would have kicked me out. As it was now, I usually took an allowance and deposited most of my check in the bank; Carol paid all the bills. If I wanted anything big I always had credit cards. I wasn't a wuss, other than I wasn't getting any sex. Mother thumb and her four daughters became my friend. To the outside world and all our friends and relatives, everything seemed rather normal. We had the usual graduation parties, went to the kids' events and all family gatherings. The only thing missing was having sex. I often thought of leaving and getting a divorce but I couldn't do it. Looking back, maybe I should have but I found that I really did love Carol and wanted to work it out, no matter how long it took. I was lucky if we had sex twice a year and only because she had drunk too much. It usually amounted to me eating her pussy and a round of sex. We had a rash of funerals in the next few years. Both my mom and dad died and so did Carol's mother. She was there for me when I needed her and I was there for her. No sex but shoulders to lean on. My parents really loved her, and my sisters like her more than they like me. Carol's like another sister to them. I don't know if she ever mentioned my cheating to anyone. One evening Carol asked me if I wanted to go to a show with her girlfriend Marsha and her husband Ben. They wanted to know if we wanted to go with them. I had to admit that I was surprised since we would be staying in a motel. The theatre was a hundred miles away. We left early and went out to dinner. Carol looked fantastic. Ben even said I was a lucky man and mentioned I would probably get lucky that night. Marsha laughed and elbowed him in the ribs, not all that hard. "You should wonder if you're going to get lucky," said Marsha and gave him a kiss. Carol just laughed. I remember the days when she always laughed. They were some of our happiest moments. They were few and far between anymore. She once told me it was my fault that she couldn't trust me and her happiness left. After the play we went out and did some drinking. There was dancing and I asked Carol if she wanted to dance. Marsha and Ben were already on the dance floor. Carol got up and I held her close. We danced good together, we always did. We had more drinks and danced even more. I danced with Marsha and she mentioned how happy Carol seemed, I had to agree. It was like the old Carol was back. We left the lounge and headed up to our rooms. I was surprised when we had a king size bed instead of two doubles. Carol was a little high but not drunk. I didn't say anything because I wasn't sure what her plans were. She asked me to unzip her dress. I did and she slipped it off and went into the bathroom. I took off my suit and hung it up and figured I'd sleep in my briefs. When Carol came out of the bathroom she had on a negligee. She looked sexy as hell. After looking me right in the eye she kissed me. I have to say I was totally surprised. Since all our troubles, she would sometimes kiss me on the cheek but I figured it was for show but there was no one there but us. I kissed her again and held her in my arms. I felt myself getting hard and I'm sure she felt it too. I went over to turn off the lights and we just had the lights that shone through the window. Carol asked me to lie on the bed. I did and as I got on the bed she slipped off her nightgown. I couldn't believe it when she straddled my face with a leg on both sides of my head. We were in a sixty-nine position. She was totally naked and her pussy just above my face. I reached up and pulled her down and gave her pussy the sucking of a lifetime. I sucked, licked, tongued and ate her pussy. Her juices were flowing and she was extremely wet. I didn't stop and she had an orgasm on my face. I continued to suck on her pussy. After her orgasm, she started actually playing with my cock. As I mentioned this only happened one time right after we got married. Now she was gripping my cock. She had her hands around my cock and was sucking the head only. It felt good but it was easy to tell she wasn't experienced at this, which was a good thing. She licked my cock and then took a tissue to wipe it off. The cheap tissue would get wet and I had little pieces stuck on my cock. I had her stop and wiped the tissue pieces off my cock. I asked her to lie down. "I tried but I just can't do it," she said about the oral sex. "It's ok, I love you and want you to know that. I'll still eat your pussy whenever you want." I got between her legs and for the first time in over six months I was making love to my wife. I raised her legs and held them up. I slowly and methodically pushed my cock into her. She had another orgasm almost immediately. I continued to pump in and out of her. It was like old times when she said, "Fuck me Bob, fuck me, I'm your whore tonight." I couldn't hold off much longer as I filled her with cum. I was so happy when I felt her have a third orgasm. I rolled off of her and we went to sleep. Sometime during the middle of the night I woke up and had another hard-on. Carol was on her back so I lifted one leg and positioned myself at her pussy. She was still wet from our earlier lovemaking and I entered her very easy. I pushed my cock in her and I could feel her responding. I know she wasn't totally awake but was sure of what we were doing. I held off for as long as I could and when I thought she was having an orgasm I came again inside of her. I felt her pussy spasm and knew she had come also. I slipped my cock out of her and she rolled over on her side and went back to sleep as did I, a very happy man. The next morning we met Marsha and Ben for breakfast and the first thing Ben asked was if I got lucky the night before. Marsha gave him another elbow. I didn't answer but Carol told him, "Yes he got very lucky," and she and Marsha laughed. I sat there and ate my breakfast. The girls wanted to go shopping. Ben and I agreed to take them, hell we didn't have a lot of choice. Carol said she was going to change her clothes as did Marsha. We headed back up to our room and I watched Carol dress. She put on a skirt that was quite short for her along with a blouse that was quite tight. I noticed she didn't put on any underwear or pantyhose but didn't say anything. I had to wonder what was going on. She never went out without underwear or at the very least pantyhose. I had to piss and told her I would be right out. She didn't say anything special to me as we met Marsha and Ben. Marsha was dressed similar to Carol. I had to wonder if she had panties on. Ben told Carol she looked great and sexy. I wasn't really happy about the comment but it made Carol smile. I told Marsha she looked good also; which she really did. We went shopping and the girls shopped together. Ben said he wanted to go over to the sports section. I told him I was going to the men's section. I wanted to buy a couple of shirts. We all went our own ways. We figured we would meet up later. After getting my shirts I noticed Carol and Marsha go and look at shoes. This store had the shoe salesmen that waited on you. I couldn't believe the two of them sat down and a young man in his twenties was waiting on them. When they told them what they wanted he got them their size and began to put them on their feet. From my vantage point I could see under Marsha's skirt. I could see her white panties and so could the salesman. I knew it had to give him a hard-on. Next he helped Carol. She raised her leg as he put the shoe on her foot. She looked up and saw me and acted like I didn't exist. I couldn't see under her skirt from my angle but I could see the salesman looking under her skirt and she knew it. Believe me when I tell you I was not happy. I realized I didn't want my wife showing her private parts to anyone. I turned around after looking at her and walked away. My stomach sank. What the hell was she doing? I thought we were finally getting back together and now this. Ben and the girls found me over by the TV's. They said they were ready to go home. I went along but said nothing. I must have really hurt Carol for her to do this to me. I figured it was her payback for what I had done to her. I had to wonder how often in the last twenty-five years she had done something similar. That's one of the biggest problems with cheating. Since I cheated I was always on the lookout to see if Carol did also. Ben dropped us off at our house. Carol carried in her packages and I took in our suitcases. I knew I had to say something, it was killing me inside. "Carol, I can't believe what you did. You showed your pussy to that salesman. I thought things were getting better with us and now you did this. Was it payback for having the affair? "Last night was one of the nicest nights of my life in a very long time. Why Carol? Why did you do that?" "Don't you remember when you used to ask me to let other men see me? Did I want other men to touch me, to fuck me? How many times have you asked me questions like that?" As I mentioned Carol has one hell of a memory when it comes to all the negative things I've said and done. "Carol, I was young and foolish. I didn't know shit about life. When we had sex I thought about you and other guys and wondered what it would be like. You're so damn pretty and I know guys always looked at you. I didn't worry because you were my wife and I loved you. It was just sex talk while making love. I never wanted it to happen. "I'm older now, not a young kid. When you showed that guy your pussy it took something out of me. I guess I deserved it for what I did to you. I have to honestly say it was not a turn-on. If you want to continue to be that way I'll have to leave. I love you and I deserved it but I'm not going to live with you knowing what you are doing. I'm sorry for hurting you." I know I had tears in my eyes as I took the suitcases into the bedroom. Carol followed me into her room. While I put her suitcase on the bed she dropped her skirt. With her back to me I watched her. She had on a pair of black shorts, not panties but shorts. She must have put them on while I was in the bathroom at the motel. She turned around and looked at me. "I wanted you to know how much it hurts when your partner cheats on you. If you would have been glad I did what I did I would have left you. I couldn't stay married to a man who had so little respect for me, even if we had been married twenty-five years." **** Things seem to be a little better after that. We still argued but she didn't throw the sex mistakes in my face as much. Now it was more about the things I did or didn't do. After the kids left home, it got even worse. Absolutely nothing I did was good enough. I got to a point I'd let her do it herself. What the hell was the difference? I was always the one at fault. I think I need to go back and tell you what I figured brought all this on. Up to the time Carol hit her change of life everything seemed better except her always wanting her way. As the years went by we seemed to get farther and farther apart. She didn't like to do the things that I like to do and complained whenever she went with me whereever I wanted to go. Even when we went on a cruise, she asked another couple to go with us. I got the feeling she didn't really like being with me. They were our friends so I really didn't mind. We had our own cabin. She even drank enough one night that we had sex. Thoughts Ch. 02 Over the next ten years, she had a number of operations. Some were emergencies like her appendix and gallbladder. A few years back she also had a bowel obstruction. We had to go to the University hospital a hundred miles away. I was there for her. I went to see her every day and drove back home every night. After these surgeries my sex life began to suffer again. **** On the home front she was always complaining how useless I was. She complained I wouldn't do anything around the house, which was a complete lie. The problem was she was a work-a-holic when it came to the house. A week didn't go by when she didn't want to change a room around, paint a room, buy new curtains or drapes. We bought a new house just before our kids started grade school. When I say new, I mean brand new. Even the shrubs and grass were put in. Over the years we added a front porch, an enclosed patio, a swimming pool as well as remodeling the basement. We also added a second bathroom, a large family room, tore down walls, put in sliding glass doors and anything else she wanted. I would argue with her about needing all these things but she would just argue back. No matter what I did wasn't good enough. When I mowed the lawn, she would say it didn't look as good as the neighbors'. I didn't want a garden and was told it was because I was too lazy. It wasn't true! There was only two of us and she always had her friends leaving us stuff. Everyone had gardens and was willing to give a lot away. My one neighbor was good with cars. Carol got mad that I took ours to a mechanic to get repaired. Same when we wanted lighting added to the pool. I told her we would hire someone. I wasn't going to do all that work. That's the way it had become. Nothing I did was good enough. When I think how much she seemed to down me it made me think of a joke an old friend e-mailed me. If she would have been married before it would fit us perfectly. A man walked out in to the street and caught a taxi just going by. He got in and the cabbie said, "Perfect timing. You're just like "Brian!" Passenger: "Who?" Cabbie: "Brian Sullivan. He's a guy who did everything right all the time. Like my coming along when you needed a cab, things happened like that to Brian Sullivan, every single time." Passenger: "There are always a few clouds over everybody." Cabbie: "Not Brian Sullivan. He was a terrific athlete. He could have won the Grand Slam at tennis. He could golf with the pros. He sang like an opera baritone and danced like a Broadway star and you should have heard him play the piano. He was an amazing guy." Passenger: "Sounds like he was someone really special." Cabbie: "There's more. He had a memory like a computer. He remembered everybody's birthday. He knew all about wine, which foods to order and which fork to eat them with. He could fix anything. Not like me. I change a fuse, and the whole street blacks out. But Brian Sullivan, he could do everything right." Passenger: "Wow. Some guy then." Cabbie: "He always knew the quickest way to go in traffic and avoid traffic jams. Not like me, I always seem to get stuck in them. But Brian, he never made a mistake, and he really knew how to treat a woman and make her feel good. He would never answer her back even if she was in the wrong; and his clothing was always immaculate, shoes highly polished too. He was the perfect man! He never made a mistake. No one could ever measure up to Brian Sullivan." Passenger: "An amazing fellow. How did you meet him?" Cabbie: "Well, I never actually met Brian. He died. I'm married to his fuckin' widow." I have to laugh every time I read this. I read it to Carol and she didn't speak to me for a week. I wanted to mention that Carol quit her vending job when our first grandchild Kayla was born. My daughter and son both worked and Carol decided she wanted to be the stay at home grandmother who watches her grandkids. We could afford it with no kids left at home or in college. I worked a lot of overtime so Carol didn't have to change her lifestyle. * End of chapter 2 I'll be submitting a chapter each day Your comments are welcome and appreciated DG Hear Thoughts Ch. 03 You may want to read previous chapters before this chapter. I'll be submitting a chapter each day till all five chapter are posted. A big 'Thank You' to estragon for editing this story and making it a much better read. Chapter 3: Our growing years I wanted to tell you more about our family and eventually how my wife and I became farther apart. We did have three great kids, Kelly, Kim and Kyle. My wife was one of the coolest mothers. Once our kids started school she missed them so much. She got her vending job to help pass the time and made some money, which she donated to the family coffers. During the summer months she loved having the kids home. She would always be doing things with them. She actually cried when summer was over and the kids headed back to school. One day we went to a church program with some neighbors of ours. It was a musical program that was aimed at the younger generation. Our kids said they wanted to go to it so we went also. Our neighbors couldn't believe that our kids wanted to sit near us. Most kids got as far away from their parents as possible. Ours invited their friends to come sit near us also. We never pushed the kids to be with us. It was just that they had the cool mother. We had the house that the kids like to come to and hang out at. My wife liked having our kids around and enjoyed having their friends over. We got the pool when Kelly became a teenager. Our kids had their friends over the house all the time. It was never a surprise to come home and see kids in the pool or out in the back yard on the trampoline. We always made sure that the kids called their parents and let them know where they were at. When our kids grew up and left home is when Carol starting always getting mad at me. I just wasn't able to do anything right in her mind. No matter what I did or how I did it, it wasn't good enough. We even went to church at least three times a month. The people at church all thought we had one of the perfect marriages. Carol should have been an actress. In front of others she was like the sweet nice women, but at home she could be the wife from hell sometimes. It was near that time that she got sick and had the operations. After she recovered she didn't go to girls' night outs as often which in turn meant I didn't get laid near as much. After Kelly, our oldest, was married and had a child, Carol decided to quit her job and be the full time babysitter for our grandkids. We now have five grandchildren in all and Carol watched them all till they started school. Of course the five grandchildren were all different ages and she never had more than two to watch at once. Wouldn't have made any difference, her kids and grandkids were her life. Our daughter Kelly has two daughters, our daughter Kim has a boy and a girl and Kyle has a son. All the kids seem to have married good spouses and really seem in love. Time will tell if they end up like their mother. I've seen a little bossiness towards the sons already. God help them! I left off previously where Carol had some major operations. A couple she didn't have to have was her breasts lifted and some type of face lift. I went along because she had this thing about getting and looking old. I honestly do have to say she looked ten years younger than she was. To this day she takes care of herself and still looks much younger than she is. She was getting stomach cramps again and we were worried she was having another bowel obstruction and I took her to the doctor. He told her she needed a partial hysterectomy. I was there for her like I was for all the other operations. I really did worry about her. I should add that I retired early due to a plant closing. I was fifty eight at the time. It was two months later that she had the hysterectomy. After I brought her home I had to help her with the grandkids. She couldn't do any lifting and they told her not to drive for a while. Needless to say our sex life, as little as it was, was put on the shelf. I helped her out as best I could but it was never good enough. I was always happy when the kids would stop by. At least I didn't have to listen to her complaining about me. I waited six months before trying to have sex with her. One night when she had a couple of friends over she had more to drink than usual. That night after everyone left I went in her bedroom. "Bob, what are you doing in here?" "I'm going to make love to you. It's been six months and you should be healed by now." "No Bob, don't! I'm not ready." I didn't pay any attention to her and lifted her nightgown. She didn't have any panties on. I got between her legs and I press my face against her pussy. She tried to push my head away but wasn't very successful as I kept licking her clit. She was becoming wet. I wasn't sure if it was her juices or my saliva but I could smell her sex. I licked and did my best to warm her up. I slipped one finger into her and she told me to stop, that it hurt. Needless to say I stopped what I was doing. I didn't want to hurt her. I tried a couple more times to finger her with one finger. It went in really easy but then she said it hurt. She wasn't ready. That was it for that night. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her in any way. I asked her if she told the doctor; she might have a problem. She said she would tell him the next time she saw him but wasn't making any special appointments. It was six months later before she saw the doctor. We had appointments at the same time and I asked the doctor if she had said anything about pain in her female area. He said she hadn't but he had made her an appointment for a pap test the following week. He would be able to tell from that if there was a problem. Whenever we've had tests done our doctor always called us with the results within a couple of days. After she had the pap smear the doctor called a couple of days later. She had gone shopping with her sister Dawn when I received the call from the doctor's off. The nurse asked for Carol but I told her she wasn't home. "Is this Bob, her husband?" "Yep! It's me. Is this the results from her pap test?" I asked. "Yes it is, tell her everything is fine and we found no problems." "I know I shouldn't ask but can she make love again?" After a little snicker the nurse said, "I can't see any reason why not. Everything is fine with her physically." I had to laugh when she said "good luck" to me with a light laugh. Well, now I knew she has no physical problems. When she got home I told her the doctor called and said her pap test went well. She didn't say anything but gave me a look that I really didn't like. Somewhere throughout our later years she liked it better when I wasn't around. My being home all the time aggravated her. I thought once I retired that we could travel and go places we've never been. I was informed that she didn't care to travel and didn't want to spend our savings just to go on another cruise or to other states. She was happy where she was and would prefer to do things with her kids and grandkids. I guess me working and earning a living was all she was interested in. The last fifteen years I worked a lot of twelve hour days and even seven days a week to help support us and to help save for our retirement. She in turn lived her life doing things with our kids and grandchildren. She told me I was always under her feet since I retired. I guess for years she had her way of doing things and now I was interfering with her lifestyle. She asked me why didn't I find a part-time job to keep myself busy. I knew she really meant something to keep me away from the house. I liked to get up in the morning and take a walk. I always asked her to come along but she said she was to busy cleaning up after me. I usually made my own breakfast. I would have cereal unless she sometimes would make a breakfast of bacon and eggs or French toast if she was making it for her grandkids. I always cleaned up my dishes; I learned that a long time ago. We had a dish washer and I rinsed my dishes and put them in the dish washer. I even washed my own clothes. I washed three or four loads every other week. We got into an argument many years ago about her washing clothes so I got pissed and told her not to touch mine. From that day forward I have always washed my own clothes. Oh, would you believe that she complains if I use the end of the detergent and forget to go down the basement and bring up a new bottle? Of course if she uses it up she tells me to go get a new bottle from the basement, how lazy can I be. It's these kind of arguments that go on daily. I keep telling her that I'm retired and am happy with what I want to do. I used to tape a lot of old movies on VCR tapes and have been switching them to DVD's. I also buy the TV series so I can watch them when I want to. She tells me I'm nothing but a couch potato. I sit down after dinner and watch my DVD movies and series. Sometimes she watches them with me but often goes in her bedroom and watches something else. Needless to say she always says all I watch is porn. I do have some porn tapes that I watch late night in my own bedroom once in awhile. It's about as close as I get to sex in our house. I vowed years ago never to cheat on her again and I kept that promise even though she accuses me of cheating all the time. We got in another argument and I told her that I have not cheated on her and if I did she would have left long ago. Now she considers me watching any kind of x-rated movie as cheating. Once she came in my bedroom late at night. She did it on purpose and caught me masturbating. "You perverted asshole!" she yelled at me. I looked up at her and asked her what was my alternatives? She didn't want anything to do with me. I told her I would never cheat on her and I would gladly give up masturbating if she wanted to make love once in a while. She called me a pervert and closed the door. Things were getting worse by the week. Around family and friends she was the wonderful mother and grandmother. She would do anything for the family and her friends. It was just when we were home alone that she would do her best to stay away from me. In the evenings she would sit on the porch and talk to the neighbors. I would turn off my movies and go sit with them. She always told me how anti-social I was. I wasn't but I got tired of sitting on the porch and just listening to her and the neighbors talk. I would tell a few jokes and she would always say how many times I've told them. She would love to see if she could embarrass me. So after a while I just sat there and listened to the neighborhood gossip. The guys I called her boyfriends would bring her vegetables. She always told them I wouldn't give her a garden. I actually told her one time in front of them, "If all your boyfriends give you things from their gardens, why should I do all that work?" Everyone laughed but Carol just gave a smile. Later that night she told me I embarrassed her, that those guys were not her boyfriends. They were men all older then us but all but one that give her goodies was unmarried. I asked her if she would prefer me to call them her men friends and it really pissed her off. "You asshole! They're both our neighbors and friends, not just mine. Why do you always act like such a jerk?" "You do know I often sit on the porch by myself when you're in the house and they all come past the house and wave but hardly ever stop unless it's to give you some veggies. If you and I are both out there they stand and talk for a few minutes. "If you're out there by yourself they seem to sit down and stay awhile. Maybe they figure if they give you enough goodies they might get some in return." "You fucking bastard! I've never done anything inappropriate with any of them and you know it. I would never do such a thing!" I was pissed at the time and said, "Hell! Maybe you should. At least someone would get a little sex." She picked up a squash and threw it at me and called me a bastard. It went on this way for three years. No sex and arguing most every day. I bought a hot tub as a retirement present for myself. I thought at the time that Carol and I could go out in the evenings and get in it together. In the three years we've had it she has only got in it once with me. The grandkids love it and come over all the time and go in the pool and then the hot tub. Relatives come over and have all used it. Carol said I never change the water often enough, which isn't true. I've been taking care of the pool since we got it and also the hot tub. When her sister or girlfriends come over they go in the hot tub and Carol joins them. I guess it's just my dirty body that she doesn't want in the tub with her. She has also gone in with the grandkids when they ask. It's just me that she always has an excuse for. She has no problem floating around in the pool. I'll often join her and vacuum the pool but she won't get off the float and into the water. At least when I'm there. That's the way it's been and I've been getting pretty fed up. One day her sister Dawn (whose husband had passed away a year ago) and one of her friends were in the pool most of the evening. It was a really hot day and they had the music on and they were drinking wine. It was getting late and Dawn and Sarah said they had to go home. They got out and dried off. They all wore one piece bathing suits and looked pretty darn good. Especially for women in their fifties and of course Carol was in her sixties. I was getting horny just watching them. I helped Carol cover the pool and pulled the floats out onto the deck. I had on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. I pulled Carol down onto the large mattress float. I started rubbing her new rebuilt breasts and she told me to quit. I pulled the top down uncovering her breasts. I found out she had on a two piece suit but the way it was made it looked like one piece. She was yelling at me and trying to pull her top back up when I got hold of her panty bottoms and yanked them off. "Bob! Stop this! What the hell is the matter with you?" I didn't say a word but lifted up her legs, which kind of pinned her down on the mattress and began eating her pussy. She kept telling me to stop but I didn't. In fact her body was responding, I believe against her will. "Stop this now Bob!" I didn't listen to her. I held her legs high and with my other hand I began rubbing her clit. I kept rubbing it really fast. I was getting turned on and she was doing her best not to. "Bob, stop this right now." She seemed to be getting nervous. I slid two fingers into her and left my thumb out rubbing her clit. "Bob, it hurts," she was saying. "Bullshit! You got a clean physical bill of health. God knows all long you've been acting." I began fingering her and rubbing her clit. I was going so hard and fast her tits were shaking. I heard her say, "Oh God! Bob, you have to stop. I have to pee; I really do, please stop." I kept rubbing her harder and harder and she let loose. She was squirting and pissing all over the place. I knew she was having an orgasm. I didn't pull my fingers out of her, I didn't care if I got pissed on. Finally her orgasm was slowing and I pulled my fingers out of her and stuck my cock in her. "Bob, what are you doing? Get off of me." "I will, it'll only be a few minutes." I fucked her hard. I don't think her last orgasm every ended because her pussy was squeezing my cock. I came hard and shot my load deep in her. She just kept quiet but I could see she had come again. When her pussy stopped pulsating I got off of her. She called me a perverted bastard and said I raped her. She headed into the house. I finished closing up the pool for the night and went in the house. Carol was in the shower. I went in my room and changed my clothes. When I came out Carol was in her room with her door locked. The next day she told me I treated her like a common whore and had no respect for her. She was going to go stay with her sister for a couple of days. I didn't say anything back to her. On Monday morning I went for a walk and when I got home there was a message from Carol on the answering machine. "Bob, I'm staying a couple more days at Dawn's. I have some things to take care of." I had no idea what she was doing. I did drive by Dawn's condo that evening and spotted Carol's car. I did the same thing the following evening. The car had been moved but she was back at Dawn's. I was surprised none of the kids had called the house. Hardly a day goes by that she doesn't talk to someone, but our phone never rang. On Thursday, after I ate breakfast and took my walk I came home and Carol was there with her sister Dawn. "Bob, we need to talk." Dawn said she would wait in the other room in case she was needed. Carol came right to the point. "Bob, I want a divorce." "Why? Because you didn't like the sex the other day?" "It's more than that and you know it. We probably should have divorced a long time ago. Bob, I don't love you the way you are now." "What the hell does that mean? Do you think I'm the only one here that's changed? I can count on one hand the number of times we had sex or made love in the last five years. I can go back ten years and do it on both hands." "Bob, I don't like having sex anymore. We're not kids...." "Bullshit! You think you have to be a kid to enjoy sex? What's gotten into you?" "I don't care to have sex. That doesn't make me a bad person. Most older women don't care that much whether they have sex or not. Bob, we are opposites and I can't take the stress anymore. All we do is argue. I want out! I don't want to be married to you anymore." "So, do you have a lover or a boyfriend?" I was getting pissed. "For God sakes Bob! No, I don't have a lover or boyfriend. There has never been anybody but you. I want to enjoy the rest of my life instead of fighting every day. I want my kids and grandchildren around me. I want to play cards and go to bingo. We don't want the same things Bob; can't you see that?" "What about separating for awhile and give it some thought?" "I've already thought about it Bob. You could never completely give up sex. You want your movies and whatever else you do. You keep talking about traveling. I don't want to travel, I want to be here with my family." I knew she meant what she was saying. If I thought about it we never would be happy if we continued the way we were now. "What about the kids? What are you going to tell them?" "I've already talked to them. They all know we argue all the time and it hurts them. This way they can still see us but the tension and stress won't be there. They don't want to see us divorced but I told them it was best." Now I knew why I haven't heard from the kids the last few days. "You told me years ago that if we ever divorced, you would take me for everything we have. What's your big plan on dividing our assets?" "I saw a lawyer and we drew up some temporary plans. We live in a fifty/fifty state and this seems fair. We have just over three-hundred thousand dollars in our savings. Our house is worth approximately two hundred thousand. Of course there are a lot of odds and ends that we can sort out, I'm sure." "So, you have it all planned out. I guess the husband is really the last to know. I honestly don't give a fuck what you take. You can have everything, I don't give a shit. Do what the fuck you want and I'll sign it." "Bob please, this is the fairest way to do it. I'll leave the papers with you and you can get back to me." "What? You're leaving now? Today? What the fuck? If you're in that big of a fucking hurry to get rid of me I'll look at your God damn plans right now. I wouldn't want you to have to wait a day." Thoughts Ch. 03 "Please Bob, it's as hard on me as it is on you. We just aren't compatible anymore. Anyway, as you can see you'll get the house and most everything in it. It's way too big for me to take care of myself. With the pool and hot tub, I just can't do it. Wow, you mean I finally get a little credit, I thought to myself. "I'll take two hundred and fifty thousand out of the savings, leaving you fifty thousand. I'm moving in with Dawn and we're going to share her condo. There is plenty of room with three bedrooms. As far as the furniture goes I'd like to take a bedroom suite and some other things. Of course all my personal items. "You have your truck and I have my car. I won't ask for any other money. You have your pension and Social Security. I do get a small pension from the vending company as well as my Social Security. It's a pretty fair division, Bob." She was right, it was a fair division. As she told me, I could either continue living here or sell the house and move elsewhere. If I agreed to her division of property she would go to her lawyer the following day and start the divorce. It would be irreconcilable differences. I told her that if the boys would help me with the big stuff I would use my truck and help her move her things. This really surprised her. I don't know how she expected me to act but I couldn't even look at her. She told me thank you and went to pack a couple of suitcases to take to her sister's. I liked her sister Dawn; she was good people. I knew she wouldn't interfere but was there to help her older sister. After her husband died, she and Carol became even closer. She had one son, but he lived in another state. As she did some packing, I went out and got in the hot tub. She did move out that night. It was hard the first time I saw the kids. They cried and said how sorry they were. They told me how much they loved me. During the next few days I would go away for the day and take in a movie or do anything to stay away from the house. Carol and Dawn packed up some things she wanted to take and in the evenings my sons would help me move her stuff to her new home with her sister. We owned so much furniture that when she got finished taking what she wanted I went down to the basement and brought up some of our older stored things. We had so much furniture you wouldn't even notice that anything was missing. I got a call from the lawyer to come and sign the papers. When I got there I introduced myself and signed the divorce papers. Carol wasn't even there. I called my buddy Tom and we went out and had a couple of drinks. It was three months later that our divorce was final. I hadn't had sex with anyone since that night at the pool with Carol. I kept my hopes open that she might return. Since my divorce was now final I decided to change all that. End of chapter 3 Next chapter will be submitted tomorrow Comments are welcome and appreciated DG Hear Thoughts Ch. 04 You may want to read previous chapters before this one. A big 'Thank You' to Estragon for his editing and making this story a much better read. Chapter 4: After the divorce By the time the divorce was final I knew Carol and I were truly finished. During those early months the kids might stop by to see me. They never stayed long because there wasn't a lot to talk about. Their conversations were usually with their mother. I was just a listener. Once in a while I might order in a pizza if they brought the grandkids. They did like the hot tub. I lived alone. I'd have dinner out most nights and sometimes meet friends for dinner. I was going to live the remainder of my life the way I wanted to. Sex again was going to be a big part of it. I found that I loved to get in the hot tub each night. It was even better when I had visitors. I'll talk a little more about my family before going into my sex life. I might see my kids once a week. I kept a calendar on the fridge and whenever the grandkids had something at school I made sure I attended. I never sat with the family because Carol was always there. I just sat with friends. I would stop by for birthdays and holidays. I'd always make an excuse why I couldn't stay long. I knew whenever Carol and I would be in the same room that everyone felt uneasy; I didn't want that. I still cared for her, after all we were married forty-two years. My feelings for her didn't just vanish. I belonged to AAA and went and talked with their travel department. I knew they had trips all the time, at least every other week. I started by going on one day trips and tours. I asked about going by myself and they told me it was no problem. Everyone was very friendly. I would probably meet a lot of new friends. I tell you about a few of my trips and tours. They became the highlight of my life. My first trip I went to the Football Hall of Fame. It had been a long time since I had seen it. I then took in a number of stage performances and musical acts. I was really enjoying myself and did meet a lot of new people. I often thought how much better it would have been if Carol would have enjoyed the same things I did. I met a number of women and we became friends. Once they found out I was single some became even closer. For most of the trips I would meet the bus in another town forty miles away. I didn't want to go with our local AAA because I didn't want to run in to people I knew. I was tired of explaining that Carol and I were no longer together. I became close with a few of the women on some of the trips. I had their phone numbers and addresses and was asked to stop by sometime. Marge was my first since my divorce. She was in her fifties and divorced. She went on these tours with a group of other women who were her friends. As we talked I told her I was recently divorced and wasn't interested in a relationship. I just wanted to travel a little and enjoy myself. She told me she didn't want a relationship either but she did like male companionship once in a while. She had no intention of getting married again. I liked her, she was a good looking woman who was capable of looking good in a short dress or skirt. In fact all her friends were nice looking and seemed friendly. They are all fun to talk to. It was nice to talk to a woman without a lot of arguing about how bad I was. On one red eye trip to Atlantic City, that was a one day trip, we spent time together. On the way home we sat together and they dimmed the lights on the bus. Most passengers liked to sleep coming back. She put a blanket over our legs and I couldn't help putting my hand on her knee. She lifted up the hand rest between us and leaned against me. I slowly but methodically moved my hand up her thigh. She stared right at me and spread her legs. I moved my hand up her thigh and rubbed her mound and eventually pushed her panties aside and finger fucked her for a good half hour. She had unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out and began slowly giving me a hand job. She stopped and reached into her purse and took out a condom. I guess I looked at her kind of funny. "We can't do it on the bus," I said to her quietly. "We're not going to do it on the bus. The condom is in case you come, there won't be a mess to explain. Right now you're just getting a hand job. If you want more you will have to come to my house when we get back and after my girlfriends drop me off at home." I felt like a teenager getting away with something on a school bus. I did come in the condom and she was right, no mess. I fingered her into a mini orgasm. She took some tissues out of her purse for me to wipe my finger on. I smelled my fingers and she just smiled. For what it's worth, I did go to her house when we got back and spent most of the night having sex. Since I wasn't afraid to have oral sex, Marge was really thrilled. She told me it's been years since a man has gone down on her. She was a damn good sex partner and we have been together a few times. Marge told me I was welcome back anytime. Friends with benefits, I like that. On other tours I met up with other women. I have to admit I was really enjoying myself. There was going to be a few overnight tours that I thought about going on but everything was double occupancy. I talked with our tour director and she did say she would see what she could do. I did tell her I wasn't interested in rooming with other men and she just laughed. The next trip was to Branson Missouri and was an overnighter. Sue got back to me and asked me if I would mind rooming with Marge and one of her friends. They were willing to share their room but I had to be discreet. Needless to say I said yes. I still remember the smile on Marge and Ellen's face as I boarded the bus. Branson was great and I would love to go back again but my night with Marge and Ellen was even better. As we entered the room I did feel a bit nervous. There was two queen size beds. I was pretty sure sex was going to happen since I had been with Marge before. Ellen excused herself and went to put on her nightclothes. It ended up being a sexy nightgown. While Ellen was in the bathroom Marge asked me if I had a problem with a three-way. Needless to say I told her I didn't mind. I didn't tell her but I had never had one. She got me a glass of water and handed me a blue pill. "I think you just might need this." I had never taken pills before and really didn't know what to expect. Ellen came out of the bathroom and Marge took her clothes off right there in the room. Ellen was laughing at how surprised I looked. She came up to me and kissed me while Marge put on her nightgown. These two women wasted their time with the nightgowns because within fifteen minutes we were all naked and on one bed. Marge had told Ellen how good I ate pussy and I started there. I lay on by back and Ellen who was tiny, maybe a hundred and twenty pounds straddled my face and I began working on her pussy. It was then I got a small surprise. "Damn, that feels so good. Eat my pussy, Oh, so good; my husband won't eat me. God, that feels so good," said Ellen. Ellen was married. I decided to show her how good I really could be. I turned her over and buried my face in her pussy. I tongued her clit and fingered her at the same time. She was making one hell of a lot of noise. Then she came. "Mother Fucker, that was great. I want it again before we leave here tomorrow." Marge was laughing and said, "My turn!" My cock was rock hard and Marge laid on her back as I lifted her legs and buried my cock in her. I love the sight of seeing a woman's legs in the air and slightly spread. Her puffy pussy was glistening and waiting for my cock. I guess I've seen too many porno films but seeing that pussy ready for the taking is a big turn on for me. I fucked Marge starting out slow and kept gaining speed and we had a real rhythm going. We could hear the squishy sounds every time I pumped in and out. It wasn't long before she came. I still hadn't come and Ellen got on all fours and told me to take her from behind, which I did. I know for sure, all pussies aren't alike. Ellen's felt so much different than Marge's. I will say both were great. Ellen screamed out when she reached an orgasm and I pushed hard into her and released a large load of cum deep into her. Ellen got up and said she needed a shower. She hadn't been fucked like that in a very long time. Marge and I laughed as Ellen headed into the bathroom. Marge got back in bed with me and we just cuddled. I rubbed her breasts and started kissing them. It wasn't long before her nipples were hard. She reached down and started masturbating me and I was getting hard again. I guess those pills really do work. I lay on my back and she straddled me, my cock pushing into her. I loved the woman on top position so I can see my cock going in and out and the juices running out of my partner and coating my cock. I lasted longer this time. Ellen was out of the shower and watching us. "Damn you two! I just took a shower and now I'm getting horny all over again." I had to laugh and asked Ellen to straddle my face and I would take care of her problem. Marge didn't mind because she was riding me royally. Her juices were flowing. Ellen put her pussy over my mouth and I began by pushing my tongue into her again. I had one woman going fast and furious riding my cock and another gently riding my tongue. I heard Marge scream out and press down hard as I shot a load up into her. She sat there for a good five minutes just rocking on my cock. I stayed with Ellen till I felt her orgasm on my mouth. She pressed down hard making it hard for me to breathe. I did my best not to break her orgasm and breathed through my nose. A couple of minutes later both women got off of me. I got up to take a shower and a couple of minutes later Marge was in there with me to wash my back. I soaped her up and finger fucked her with three fingers. She came rather quickly and we finished our shower. When we went back to the room Ellen was already in bed. It did look like she was sleeping. Marge joined her and I had a bed to myself. After that evening I slept like a baby. The next day on the bus trip home Sue asked me if the accommodations were good. I told her they couldn't have been better. No one else on the bus had a clue. I did make a couple of more overnight trips with Ellen and Marge. We never did talk about Ellen's marriage, which I thought was best. If her husband wasn't eating her pussy he had no idea what he was missing. It was probably why she looked elsewhere. Back at the home front, I found a couple of partners close to home I'd like to tell you about. One morning as I was walking I ran into one of our friends from church. I've known Cindy for a lot of years. Her kids were a couple of years behind mine in school. All our kids grew up together and were all good friends. She had a son who lived in town and a daughter who lived in Florida. She divorced her first husband many years ago. He was an alcoholic, big time. His parents were business owners and on the wealthy side. Cindy was one of the more popular girls in her high school, very good looking and head cheerleader. It wasn't a surprise that they married. A few years after her divorce she met Tom. Not my best friend Tom but another teacher where she taught elementary school. They dated and eventually got married. Tom ended up with cancer and died three years ago. He was a really nice guy. After that Cindy met an older man she dated but it wasn't a love affair. He lived in another city and maybe would come down and visit one a month. I met him at church. Of course I haven't been there for a good nine months. Cindy was always a flirt. She and my wife were good friends. I always liked Cindy and hugged her whenever I saw her. When she saw me on the street she came up and gave me a hug. "I've missed you, how are you doing?" she asked. "Fine, just doing my own thing. How about you?" I asked. "Same-o, same-o, not much new. I see Carol at church. She seems happy but she doesn't talk about you. Always about the grandkids. So, what do you do now that you're a single man?" She smiled when she said it. "I travel a little bit and enjoy the hot tub most every night. You're welcome to come and join me," I smiled when I said it. "I might just take you up on that. My back and neck have been stiff lately." I wasn't sure if she was kidding or not but I told her I usually go in after dark so my peeping neighbors don't watch me. I had blinds installed so the neighbors couldn't see into my patio where I had the hot tub. "Well, I have to finish my walk. If you're interested in the hot tub, I'll be going in around nine tonight." I gave her a hug and was on my way. Cindy only lived a block away. I would often see her walk or ride a bike by the house. She dyed her hair red and I thought was sexy. Her daughter Marie was a beautiful woman who was homecoming queen years ago. I figured that was what Cindy looked like at that age. I was about to get in the hot tub when I heard a knock on the patio door. It was Cindy. "I came to the back door so your nosy neighbors didn't see me. Is the hot tub offer still open?" "Of course, I was just getting ready to get in." Cindy slipped off her sweats and had a two piece bathing suit on. She looked great. I got in the tub first and then held her hand as she got in. I gave her the seat with the most jets and turned on the bubbles. I keep the tub at ninety-nine degrees year round. I only lower it for the grandkids. "Oh shit! This feels so darn good. I could stay in here forever." "You're welcome to come over most anytime. I just ask that you call first. I have company once in a while and some nights I'm not home." "Sounds fair enough, I know I'll be back. Does Carol ever come and see you?" "No, we don't associate much. We're cordial if we run in to each other but I try to keep my distance. What about you and your friend Don?" "I see him maybe once a month. That's about it. Damn, I love the hot tub. It feels so darn good. No wonder you go in every night." I had a smile on my face while looking at Cindy. "What? You're thinking about something. What is it? Did I do or say something?" "It's something I remember about twenty years ago. It just made me smile." "Is it about me? Did I do something stupid?" asked Cindy. "Cindy, I've always liked you, you know that. Looking at you made me think of one time when we all had taken our kids to the community pool. This one time you had this red bathing suit on and... I hope I don't get you mad." "Oh shit! I remember that suit. It was too small but the kids wanted to go to the pool so I grabbed it and wore it anyway. What did you see?" "Well... how do I say this nicely. Your umm, vaginal hair needed trimming and a lot of it was sticking outside of your bathing suit. I looked over at you and got a hard on and had to put a towel on my lap till it went down." "Oh my God! I never knew that and no one said anything. Why didn't you say something?" She was laughing now. "What could I say? Carol was there. Should I have said, 'Cindy, nice suit, I like the way your pussy hair is sticking out.' That would have went over big." I was laughing now. "Don't tell me it's that way again?" She stood up and looked at her bathing suit bottom. "No, but I do like the way your suit fits you." She sat back down. We started talking more about sexy things. I remembered one time a few years back, she came over and I rubbed her shoulders. She really liked it. I was known for giving good shoulder rubs. Even Carol would tell her friends how good I was, but that seemed like a long time ago. I reminded Cindy of it and she asked me if I would rub her shoulders now. Needless to say I jumped at the idea. I sat in one of the corners of the hot tub and had Cindy sit in front of me on my legs, which I stretched out. I began rubbing her shoulders and she was moaning how good it felt. I slowly pushed the straps off of her shoulders and she didn't say anything. It wasn't long before I had undone her top and began rubbing her breasts. She leaned back against my chest. I rubbed her breasts for a few minutes before lowering my hand down to her thigh and between her legs. She didn't hesitate spreading her legs and letting me squeeze her mound. God, I was hot. I had often thought of what it might have been like to have sex with Cindy. I even masturbated a couple of times thinking about it. Now I would be getting the real thing. I had her stand up and slipped off her bottoms. I lifted her up and set her on the tub ledge and got between her legs and began eating her pussy. She loved it and kept telling me to "eat that pussy." I did just that. I could smell her juices and lapped at her pussy. "Oh shit, I have to pee. Damn it!" said Cindy. I took my mouth off her pussy and replaced it with two fingers and finger fucked her as fast as I could. "Oh God, Bob, I really do have to go." "So go! I have a good filtering system in this hot tub. Just let yourself go." "Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!" she said as she had a stream shooting clear across the tub. She was having a climax at the same time. I kept my fingers pumping in her. "My God, it feels so good. I've never had anyone do that to me, ever. Oh Fuck! I'm still coming." I finally pulled my fingers out of her pussy. When she finished coming down from her high she sat back in the tub. "I can't believe what just happened. I've never felt anything like it and I'm fifty-eight years old," replied Cindy. "I can't believe Carol let you go. I'd keep you around just for the sex." She was smiling at me. I smiled back and asked, "Can I fuck your brains out now? I've wanted you for a very long time but I was married at the time." She came over and sat on my lap facing me. I had removed my suit earlier. She took my very hard cock in her hand and placed it at her opening and we fucked hard among the bubbles of the hot tub. I wasn't surprised that she was every bit as good as I thought she would be. I came hard as I pulled her ass tight into me. She had no problems coming again. After we finished, we sat in the hot tub with my soft cock still in her, her head on my chest and my hands holding her ass. Cindy promised never to tell Carol about us being together. She just asked me to be friends with benefits. I had no problem with that. She would call me about every other week and we got together, usually in the hot tub. She said it felt odd sitting behind my wife every week in church. She said she would often say to herself about Carol, "You stupid, stupid woman! How could you possible give up sex with a man like Bob? I guess I should say 'thank you' for the best sex I've ever had." **** This would be a hundred page story if I told you about every sexual escapade I've had since my divorce, but there are a couple I would like to relate to you. One day Barbara stopped by my house. I really didn't know her all that well but she was married to Don who was one of the guys always dropping off veggies to my wife. I was sitting on the porch and asked her to join me. "How are you Barb? Long time no see." "I'm fine, sorry to hear about the divorce. You two seemed good together. Bob, did Don have anything to do with your divorce?" She was very serious. "No, not at all. Why would you ask that?" "Don is always giving things from the garden to different female friends of ours. I found out he was having sex with one of our neighbors. I know he had the hots for Carol, most guys do, but I wouldn't think she would be the cheating kind." "Barb, to the best of my knowledge, Don hasn't had sex with Carol and I'm quite sure that they haven't done it. To be honest, that is one of the reasons for our divorce. Carol didn't want to have sex anymore. Please don't tell anyone about that. It isn't the only reason but a big part of why we're not together anymore." Thoughts Ch. 04 Barb was a good-looking woman. I think she was around fifty-six. Good physical condition and walked most every day. I asked her in for a beverage and she accepted. She had on white shorts and a t-shirt with a sports bra underneath it. She was sitting on the couch and I was on the love seat right next to her. I asked her if she was going to divorce Don and she told me that she decided to get even with him instead. After she found out about Don and the neighbor woman she told him that some day she would get even. He would not know with who or when but it was going to happen. She also told him if she ever found him cheating again she would take him to the cleaners. It's been five months since she had talked with Don about the cheating. She made him come clean and found out he was with two other women whom he gave veggies too. One was married and the other single. That's when she asked about Carol and he said he never touched her. I asked her if she got her revenge yet and she told me no but it was going to happen. "Bob, do you find me attractive?" "Yes, even more than attractive. You're a very beautiful woman and have nice physical attributes." "Come on Bob, you know why I'm here. Do you want to fuck me or not? This will only be a one time thing and it stays just between you and me." She wouldn't tell anyone but she wanted the satisfaction of knowing she got even with him. I was surprised at her frankness. "Barb, I'll have sex with you but not just a fuck. I'm not like that anymore. Even though we're not in love I will make love to your body. It's the way I am. If I'm going to have sex, I want it to be great." She was surprised. I guess she thought she would take her shorts off and I'd stick my dick in her and she would go back home, her revenge complete. "Ok, but you must understand it's only going to be the one time and you have to promise to keep it a secret. I don't want Don to know who it was with. Do you promise?" "I promise!" I took her by the hand and lead her into my bedroom. She went to take off her clothes when I stopped her. "I'll do that if you don't mind." I reached down and took her t-shirt and pulled it off. I then unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down her beautiful legs. The first thing I thought was how could Don cheat on a woman that looked like this. Then I remembered in my early years how I was just as stupid. She was standing there and I got on my knees and was kissing her belly. She didn't expect it as she let out a light moan. She put her hands on the back of my neck. I kept kissing her belly and was now under her belly button. I loved kissing a woman between her belly button and mound. When I got to her panties I pulled them down her thighs. When they fell to her feet, she stepped out of them. I had her sit on the edge of the bed and got on my knees and lifted her legs and it made her fall back and lay on the bed. I saw this beautiful wet, pink pussy waiting for me to take it. I spread her legs and put them on my shoulders and buried my face in her pussy. "Bob, I can't believe you're doing this. Don would never eat my pussy. He would want for me to suck him but never return the favor." "I'm not Don and I love sucking on your pussy lips. They're so soft and wet." I buried my face as far as I could against her pussy and began tongue fucking her. She was moving her ass all over the place. I reached down and took a finger and rubbed her juices on in and stuck it in her ass. "Oh God, I can't believe I'm doing this," Barb gasped. She had an orgasm and spewed her juices against my face. I just kept licking and tongue fucking her. She kept screaming out a lot of noises. I finally got up and asked her to get in the middle of the bed. While she was moving up she took off her sports bra. Damn! What beautiful tits she had. Something I might mention here. I don't do much kissing, if any, with my partners. It was all about sex and not about love. My face was covered in her juices and I went right to her tits. I sucked, kissed and even lightly bit on them. She loved it and we played around for a while. "Barb, it's time for you to fuck me." I rolled over on my back and she happily mounted me. I watched her take my cock and place it at her pussy. She kept sliding the head of my cock back and forth against the opening of her pussy. Every time she did she shuddered. Finally she dropped down and my cock was buried in her. I loved looking at her face. Watching another man's wife, a man who tried to bed my ex-wife, having orgasms while riding my cock, that was the best. The facial expression said it all. She was really into it. I kept rubbing her tits while she rode me. Faster and faster she moved up and down on my cock. I couldn't take much more as I pulled her down and shot a load up into her. She screamed out how good it felt. She sat there and rubbed her pussy back and forth across my pubic area until her spasms stopped. I handed her a handful of tissues, which she put between her legs as she got up. My cock was coated with our juices. She headed to the bathroom. I knocked on the door and handed her clothes to her. When she came out I was dressed. "I swear I never expected to have such a wonderful time. I just figured it would be a quick fuck and my revenge would be over. Don is nothing like you, that was the best sex I've ever had. There has been no one else since I married Don." "Barb, thank you. I've always thought that Don was a lucky man to have such a beautiful wife. I now know how lucky he really is. I know you just did it for revenge, but I'm here if you ever want to have another go around." I said it kind of like a joke but we both knew I meant it. For what it's worth, she did come back twice in the last two months. I gave her my best every time. Don rides down the block and I just nod to him. He has no clue that his wife and I have been fucking up a storm. The last time I rubbed her pussy until she pissed and had an orgasm. I'm beginning to like doing that. Most women have never been there before. I love being their first. I need to tell you something that kind of pissed me off. As I've told you I go on AAA trips with the group from another city. I heard that Eagle Rock tours was having an Elvis impersonators show in Cleveland. I called up and booked me a seat. The agent said they had two full bus loads on, so that I would be on bus number two. She gave me all the times and information I needed. The trip included a lunch at one of the larger restaurants. I got there early and got on my bus. As I was sitting there talking to a couple of other guys I looked out the window and saw Carol and Dawn getting on bus number one. I asked Amy the trip director if she knew them very well. "Oh yes, they travel with us all the time. For at least the last six months. They don't miss very many of our trips. They have been on a number of our over night trips also." I really felt bad. One of the reasons we divorced was she didn't want to travel or go anywhere. I guess she just didn't want to go with me. The guys I was talking to, Ed and John said they tried to get the girls to go out with them a number of times but they always refuse. They're always nice enough but said they don't date. I mentioned to Ed and John that I've known both women most of my life. I told them that Carol left her husband and moved in with Dawn. They have always been extremely close. I figured I'd leave it at that. Needless to say the two men talked and of course figured they were lesbians. I thought about telling them the truth but it was a little revenge and probably did the girls a favor. I did my best to make sure they didn't see me. After the show I sat with a man named Jerry and his wife June. We talked for a while and in came Carol and Dawn. Jerry knew them from other shows and invited them to sit with us. I have to say they were rather surprised to see me sitting there. Jerry introduced us and I pretended I didn't know them and had to laugh when Jerry told them I was alone. I guess he was trying to fix me up. Ed and John walked by them and didn't even say hi. They gave me a strange look, wondering if I might have said something to them. I ate my lunch rather quickly and told everyone it was nice meeting them and got up and went back to my bus. I was standing outside when Carol and Dawn came out. They started to say something but I stopped them. "Carol, I'm happy to see you enjoy going different places. At least you have someone you care about to go with you. Don't worry, I won't be going with Eagle Rock tours. I'll stick with AAA so we won't be running into each other." Before they could respond I got on my bus. * End of chapter 4 Fifth and final chapter will be submitted tomorrow Comments are welcome and appreciated DG Hear Thoughts Ch. 05 You may want to read the previous chapters before reading this the final chapter. Thank you to Estragon for taking his time to edit this story and making it a much better read. I might add that everyone's life is different. We all have a tendency to judge others, especially if their life doesn't agree with our thinking. Thank you to all that have commented. I hope you enjoy the rest of the story. DG Hear Chapter 5: The Conclusion Life for me for the past year has been quite different. I've been with a number of women but I often think about my first love, Carol. We just weren't able to work it out. I know I was the cause of our problems in the beginning, but I'm not sure what happened after forty-two years of marriage. She must have grown tired of me but I still had feeling for her. I guess the divorce was probably for the best. I still saw my kids and grandkids regularly. I found companionship, which I really needed. I was told that Carol had said her life was a lot less stressful. I have an annual appointment at the doctors' because of high-blood pressure and I'm diabetic so he wants to see me at least once a year. Carol and I used to go together but I called and got an appointment for a different day. I didn't want her to be there when I was there. I asked the doc if he had seen Carol and he said he had and she was doing great. She seemed less stressed and her blood pressure was a lot better. He was sorry that we divorced after so many years but it happens. He asked me how I was doing and I told him I thought I was doing pretty good. I did tell him that my stomach bothered me an awful lot. I seemed to be bound up a lot and I was using a lot of laxatives and my stool (shit) was almost black. He wasn't happy about that at all and set me up for a colonoscopy and an endoscope for two days later. He told me they would be running a camera tube down my throat and later one up my rectum to check out my colon and intestines. I had to take someone with me to drive home afterward, so I asked my buddy Tom. I told him I didn't want anyone to know, especially Carol. I mentioned to him not to even tell his wife; I knew it would get back to Carol. He promised me he wouldn't tell anyone and I had the tests done. Afterwards we went out for a light lunch. About all I could handle was soup. The doc did say they took a couple of polyp samples and would be testing them. He wouldn't tell me any more but said he would call me in a couple of days. I got the call two days later and the doctor told me to come in to his office the next day. He needed to talk to me and didn't want to do it on the phone. I knew it wasn't good. They always gave me the good news right away. When I went in I told the doctor not to pull any punches. I wanted to know what was going on. "Bob, your body is riddled with cancer. We tested six polyps and they all tested positive. We don't have a lot of options here. None are all that much in your favor. I want to take a x-ray and a MRI to see if we are dealing with even more." They ran the tests and said it was even worse than he had first thought. He said we could do chemo and radiation and see if we can get rid of some of it. I'd still have to go through a lot of surgery later. "Doc, my brother died of pancreatic cancer three years ago. He went to a special clinic and tried everything but his chances at best was twenty-five percent. Is this pretty much what I have?" "Yes Bob it is. But it's also in your intestines and colon. As a doctor I feel we have to try and remove as much as we can." "No Doc, I don't think so. I've had a good life and I'm pretty much alone now. I'm not putting my family through any of this. How long do I have?" "Maybe four months at best. I can give you pain pills that will help but near the end you'll have to be hospitalized, probably for a maximum of a couple of weeks. The pain will be too great for you to handle on your own." "What about my life till that day, Doc? Will I be able to live normal?" "You can live your life just the way you have been till the pain overtakes you. You do need to tell someone that can help you when that time comes. I want to see you every month. You won't be able to drive with the pain medication I'm prescribing for you. I might add that the more physical you are the quicker the cancer may spread. Just try and take it easy." I thanked the doc and told him that I didn't want my ex-wife to know anything. I signed a directive that they weren't to tell anyone about my condition. I had a friend that I hoped would help me out. I called Tom over and we talked for a couple of hours. I told him everything and that I wasn't going to try and take chemo or be cut open. I just needed a friend to help me in the end. Tom cried and we hugged. "I'll be there for you Buddy. Whatever you need." "Tom, I'm going to get my estate in order and I want you to be my executor. I'll be leaving everything to Carol and the kids but I want you to make sure it goes well. I want the house sold and you can talk with Carol about everything else. I figure an auction would be good. Give my truck to my son Kyle." "I'll do whatever you ask, Bob. I sure wish there was another way." "Hey, I'm not dead yet. The doc said I can live a normal life till the last couple of weeks. Do you think Linda will let you go on a vacation with me for about a week? I want to go see a few of my out of state relatives for the last time but I'm not going to tell them that." "I don't care what Linda says, we're best friends and I'll be going with you." Tom and I did go for a week to two different states and I visited my sister and some of my cousins. It was almost funny when everyone said how good I looked; I had lost some weight. I knew it was the last time I would see them and that did hurt. After arriving back home Tom came over and said he got a call from Carol. She wanted to know why I went to Michigan and Kentucky. "I told her you decided to go visit some relatives, what the hell was wrong with that. She said that when your dad was dying that you took him to see his relatives. She wanted to know if you were having any problems. She said she called your doctor and the nurse said since you weren't married she couldn't give out any information." "Tom, I don't want them to know anything. What good would that do? They'll be finding out soon enough. I'll call her and tell her something." I did call her and told her she was no longer my wife by her choice and what I do and where I go is none of her concern. I didn't want to be mean but it was in her best interest. She did say she would leave me alone. This all happened before the holidays and I did tell her I would be at Kelly's for Thanksgiving. I showed up and acted as normal as possible. On the outside I looked good but inside I knew I was a mess. I talked to the kids and even played a couple of games with the grandkids. I did notice Carol staring at me quite often. After dinner I told them I had to run but would see them all for Christmas. I kissed my kids goodnight and headed home. I was doing my best to put my affairs in order. I had redone my will and had everything pretty much ready. I even went to the funeral home and prepaid for the funeral, casket and grave. I know it might seem morbid but it wasn't so bad. I was surprised when the funeral director told me a lot of people bought their burial plans in advance. After Thanksgiving, I had my next to last sexual encounter, which I want to tell you about. I had one more after Christmas but that one I will take to the grave. It was the Saturday after Thanksgiving that there was a knock at my door at about nine in the evening. I couldn't believe who was at my door. It was Marie, Cindy's daughter. I heard she was flying in from Florida to see her mother and brother. She was one gorgeous woman, I'm talking model looks here. She was dressed in a tight dress that showed a lot of cleavage and better then halfway up her thigh. "Marie! What in God's name are you doing here? My God how beautiful you look, come on in." "Hi Mr. Beal, I hope I'm not intruding." "No, come in. Where's your mother? Is she with you?" "No, she went out tonight with her friend Don. She won't be home till tomorrow morning. I was out with a lot of my old classmates and just got back. My kids are staying with my brother tonight. I know you're wondering why I'm here. It's because of my mother." Needless to say, I figured she wanted me to stop seeing her mother. Before I had a chance to say anything about her mother being an adult and should be able to live her own life she continued talking. "Mr. Beal, my mother and I talk a lot and she tells me a lot of things that she doesn't tell anyone else. She told me that she had sex with you and it was absolutely the best sex she had in her entire life. You did things to her that no other man has ever done. It was like at another level." "Marie, what your mother and I did is only between us." "No, you don't understand. I want to be made love to the way you did to my mom. I want to feel that once in a lifetime feeling she told me about. Mr. Beal, I want to have sex with you. I don't want you to hold back, I want to feel the way my mother did." I wasn't sure what to say or do. Marie was married with two kids and in her mid thirties. Her body and looks exuded sex. "Bob, this will be only a one time thing. I'll be flying back to Florida tomorrow. Believe me, I gave this a lot of thought. I promise not to tell anyone, it will be our secret. I don't even want my mom to know. I've been with a lot of men while in college and I've never felt the way my mom says she felt. "I love my husband, I really do, and our sex life is good, but I've never been over the top. I want to feel that, the way my mother says you make her feel. Will you do that for me?" "Marie, I can make love to your body and do everything I know sexually but I can't promise how it will feel for you. Your hopes are sitting pretty high. I just hope you don't get disappointed." "I'm willing to take that chance. Mom has never told me about any other men that made her feel the way you do." I could tell she had been drinking and wondered if that helped influence her decision. I took her by the hand and we went to my bedroom. I promised her I'd do my best; she just had to go along with whatever I asked. I let her know that I would not do anything to harm her in any way. She agreed to go along with me. She went to undo her dress and I told her I would do that for her. Anticipation was a big part of sexual foreplay. She turned and I unzipped her dress and she let it fall. I picked it up and actually hung it up while she waited. She still had on a bra and pantyhose covering a tiny pair of bikini panties. I undid her bra and pulled it off her shoulders. She had damn near perfect tits. I did my best not to touch them, at least not yet. I walked to the kitchen and got her a wine cooler. She looked a bit surprised. I handed her a pill and asked her to take it. It was similar to ecstasy but not near as strong. She would know everything she was doing. She took the pill. I had taken a Viagra while I was in the kitchen. I wasn't about to tell her that. As she stood facing me I pulled down her pantyhose and her panties came off with them. There she stood in all her glory. Her mound was shaven clean. It was actually the first woman I had ever seen shaved completely. At least not in films. She was so beautiful. I threw an extra sheet on the bed and had her lay on my bed face down. I quickly changed into my bathing suit. I took out some massage oil and began by massaging her shoulders. I knew her mom loved that. She was so soft and yet her body was hard. Looking at her little bubble butt really was getting to me. I worked rather quickly and worked my way down her back and to her butt. I rubbed and squeezed her beautiful, little, bubble ass and moved down to her legs. After massaging her legs I had her turn over. I began with her breasts. She was very turned on. I spent some time on her tits and worked my way down her belly and finally rubbed her hairless mound. She wasn't talking but was making a lot of different noises. I could tell she was loving it. About that time I lifted her legs and put a pillow under her ass. I got between her legs and did my best eating and tonguing her pussy. This went on for about fifteen minutes until she was actually sweating and her pussy smelled like she was about ready to come. That's when I stopped. "Bob, please keep going, surely you can't be done. It was feeling so good." "Just come with me little lady." We went out to the hot tub. I got in and took her hand and helped her in. We sat down and I turned on the jets. She said how wonderful it felt. After about ten minutes I stood up and had her sit on the ledge, just like I had done with her mother. I began by kissing and tonguing her pussy. She got hot so quickly and I stood up and put two fingers in her and started pumping as fast as I could. I used my thumb to rub her clit. She was really turned on just like her mother and other women whom I did the same thing with. She was making all kind of noise and then it happened. "Oh shit! Bob, you have to stop, I have to pee." She looked very worried. "Just let it go baby. Squirt it all out, you can't hurt the hot tub." She did just that. Screaming and yelling how good it felt to just let it all go. She pissed a long stream and then another short one. I never stopped pumping my fingers in her. "Mother fuck! God Damn! Oh shit! I've never come like that before." "It's not over yet Honey." I took her off the ledge and sat down and put her on my lap facing me. We fucked among the bubbles for a good fifteen minutes. Then I felt her coming again. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh so good, never ever felt so good." She screamed out and I came with a solid blast deep in her pussy. I sat there with my cock buried deep in her. When her pussy finally stopped having spasms I stood her up and my cock came out of her. She could hardly stand. "Bob, I've never had sex like that ever. I'm so tired I can hardly walk." I picked her up and carried her to my bed. She was asleep within minutes. I stared at her beautiful body. I even sucked on her tits and began to finger fuck her. Even though she was sleeping she pushed against my fingers. I knew I couldn't come again so soon and pulled my fingers out of her and covered her up and lay next to her. I woke up the next morning feeling someone sucking my cock. Marie was giving me a blowjob. She had her little hand wrapped around my cock and was taking about three inches and sucking me royally. She stopped for a moment and told me it was for the wonderful sex I gave her the night before. I told her I was about to come but it didn't stop her. She took my load into her mouth. I saw some of my cum on her lips. I told her it was my turn. I quickly put her on her back and put a pillow under her ass. I reached in my nightstand and took out my miniature vibrator. I got between her legs and put the vibrator against her clit. She was loving it. Eventually I began tongue fucking her. I then took my vibrator and place it at her pink asshole and turned it on. "Bob, I don't like anal." "I'm just using the vibrator. I'm sure you'll like it." I went back down on her with about three inches of the vibrator up her ass. It wasn't long before she came and shot a load of her juices in my face. I loved it. She asked if she could take a quick shower before going home. Of course I said it was fine. While she was showering I went ahead and got dressed. When she came out of the bathroom she put her bra and dress back on but not her hose or panties, they went in her purse. She hugged me and said it was even better then she had anticipated. I turned her around, lifted her dress and grabbed her bald pussy one more time letting two fingers sink in. I pulled them out and smelled them. She told me I was a dirty old man but she loved it. "Bob, as I mentioned this was a one time thing. I really do love my husband. I'm glad I don't live here because I don't know if I could resist coming back." "Marie, buy some movies and watch them with your husband. Break him in slowly, I'm sure when he sees how much you like it he will be there for you." I saw Cindy two days later and she said that she needed to tell me something. She told me she had told Marie about me and her when she drove her to the airport. She hoped I wasn't mad at her for telling her daughter. I told her we were both unmarried people and could do what we liked. It didn't sound like Marie said anything to her mother but Cindy did say that Marie smiled when she told her how I made her feel. She even said Marie is going to try some of those ideas with her husband. Cindy told me she would be going to Florida for three weeks during the holidays and wouldn't be back until after New Year's. She told me she would miss me and wanted to know if I wanted a quickie. I told her that my stomach had been bothering me and I wasn't feeling that good, : it was the truth, and that I would be seeing the doctor about it. Cindy and I never were together again. **** I haven't been feeling as good lately and was taking quite a few pain pills. I haven't even had sex with anyone but Marie that one time. For some reason the sex took a lot out of me. The doctor did tell me I should take it easy and not do anything overly physical. Tom would come by every couple of days and we went over old times. I even told him about this story I was writing and that if I didn't get it finished I asked him to finish it for me. He told me he wasn't a writer but would do his best. He would only have to tell what happened after my death, that shouldn't be too hard. He mentioned he was having a hard time keeping it to himself and asked if he could at least tell his wife Linda. She was wondering why he was always coming over and taking me places. I told him that he could tell Linda if she promised not to tell anyone else, especially Carol. There was nothing to be gained for anyone to know anything early. I went to my daughter Kim's for Christmas dinner. Carol told me it looked like I lost a lot of weight. I told her I was eating less and was trying to lose a few pounds. "You always told me I was too heavy," I replied. She didn't answer the barb. Deep down I knew she was aware of something. Dinner was good and I did over indulge. I knew I would be paying for it later but I wanted to put on a good front for my family. They were all there. I gave each one a gift card for two hundred dollars from their favorite store as a Christmas gift. The older kids each got their own. The two youngest, who were under five, I added to their parents' gift card but I did get each a stuffed animal so they had something to open up. I even got a gift card for Dawn; it surprised her. The one I got for Carol was for five hundred dollars. She didn't know what to say. I told her she and Dawn could get some new clothes for when they travel. I shouldn't have thrown in that dig but I couldn't help it. I let everyone know at Thanksgiving that I didn't want or need anything for Christmas. I was happy that the grandkids drew and colored pictures for me. My two oldest grandkids gave me their latest school picture in a frame. My daughters and son each gave me a picture of their family together. It was actually the last time I saw my family. Everyone has so much running around to do during the holidays. I stayed home and watched the TV and used the hot tub. It was so relaxing. Tom told me he would be going to Indiana for a couple of days to see his daughter from his first marriage. If I should need anything I should let Linda know. She was the only person that knew my condition and I hadn't talked to her. Thoughts Ch. 05 She did come and see me while Tom was gone. I laughed when she told me I didn't look sick. I told her the pills did wonders. She was a good looking woman and reminded me a lot of Carol. **** On New Year's Day I called all the kids and wished them a Happy New Year. I knew I was going downhill. I woke up and my stomach felt like it was on fire. I kept taking my medication but it wasn't helping. I waited two days before calling Tom. I told him the pain was unbearable and it was probably time to go to the hospital. I called my doctor and he said he would make arrangements for me at the hospital. Tom picked me up and we were there in just over an hour and a half. I went to the University Hospital in Columbus. That's where my doctor wanted me to go. Again, I didn't want to be in the area hospital where I knew everyone. The doc put me on strong doses of morphine. Now I knew why so many people took drugs. Anytime I felt a little pain I just pushed the little button and got relief. Tom had my Power of Attorney and would be the executor of my will when the time came. He had all the necessary documents he needed. I was not to be on any life support other than food. I wasn't going to starve to death. The next day I really felt bad. I told Tom it was time for him to take over. I thought I might have a couple of weeks but my doctor said it wouldn't be that long. When you're in pain that's a good thing. **** Tom Speaks: I'm Tom and I promised to finish Bob's story. He'd been there for me through my first divorce, my best man at my second marriage and always there for the problems and deaths we all have in our marriages and families. It was hard sitting there, watching him take his last few breaths. I called Linda to let her know I was at the hospital with Bob. She told me I should call Carol and I told her that I promised Bob and I was keeping it. She hung up on me and a few minutes later I got a call from Carol. Linda must have called her. "What the hell is going on Tom?! Linda said you are with Bob at the hospital." "Carol, Bob is dying." "What! Why didn't you tell me? I knew something was wrong." "Carol, Bob told me I couldn't tell anyone. I just recently told Linda but she was supposed to keep it a secret. He has pancreatic cancer and was diagnosed in October. He didn't want anyone to know." "But, I was his wife!" "Exactly, you were his wife. There is nothing anyone could do but feel sorry for him and he was too big of a man for that. He got everything in order so nobody would be burdened." "Let me talk to him," said Carol. "He's on his death bed, Carol. The hospital minister just prayed with him. He's pretty much out of it; he's all drugged up." "Put the damn phone next to his ear, damn you! I want to talk to him damn it!" I did as she asked and place the phone against Bob's ear. "Bob, if you can hear me, I'm so sorry. I love you Bob, I always have. Be safe my love, you'll always be in my heart." I could hear her conversation. She was crying. After a minute or so I took the phone back and said, "Carol, Bob just took his last breath. Whatever you said to him was the last words he heard." Carol was crying. "Carol, I'll stop by around noon tomorrow and let you know what plans Bob had made. I'm sorry Carol, I loved him too." I hung up my phone. I talked to the doctors and nurses about what I needed to sign and where they could transport Bob's body. I gathered up the few things he brought to the hospital, which was his few items of clothing and the pictures of his family and the drawing from his grandkids. I called Linda and told her it was over, Bob had passed away; she cried and I headed home. The next day I met with Carol and her three kids. Of course they weren't kids anymore. I gave my sympathy to all of them and explained why I had never told any of them about their father. Dawn was there with Carol for support. Carol spoke. "Tom, I'm so sorry for yelling at you yesterday. You are a good friend of Bob's and didn't deserve it." "Thanks Carol, I understand we all say and do things that we regret later." She just looked at me. "Bob was a strong man. He loved each and every one of you. He found out he was dying of cancer last October. He needed someone to take him to the doctor and he also named me the executor of his estate. He didn't tell anyone because there was nothing anyone could do but feel sorry for him, and he didn't want pity. You would all find out soon enough, he would always tell me. "He made sure he was there for Thanksgiving and Christmas. He wanted to share it with all of you." There were a lot of tears while I was talking. "Your dad took care of all his final affairs. He didn't want any of you to have to deal with his funeral and settling his estate. That's why I'm here now. He made a new will and I will carry out his wishes. There were a few things that he wanted to give each of you. "Kelly, he said you always liked the piano and he is giving it to you. Kyle, his truck he has willed to you. Kim, he said you were always the movie buff and liked to watch movies with him. He has given his entire DVD and VCR collection to you. Oh, so you know, he gave me all the porno tapes." It got a smile from Kim. "Tom, what about the house and everything else in it?" asked Kelly. "He told me to sell the house. He had it appraised at two hundred thirty thousand but was told because of the housing market he could only hope to get around a hundred seventy five thousand. He did say that if any family member wanted to purchase it, he said they could have it for a hundred fifty thousand.'' "As far as all the material things he said that Carol could double check and make sure she has everything that she wants or needs. The rest of the things will be sold at an auction. "The division of money will be as follows. After all sales are done and money received Carol is to receive fifty per cent, all three of his kids are to receive ten per cent each. He has five grandkids and each will have two percent put away for their future. Their parents will oversee their accounts. "That leaves ten percent. I'm to hold on to it and make sure all his debts are paid. What remains is what I will receive for being the executor. I can assure you it's a very fair settlement for everyone." "Does anyone have any questions?" I asked. "What about dad's services and where will he be buried?" asked Kim. "Oh, I'm sorry, I should have mentioned that first. His funeral will be at the Miller Funeral Home in three days. He will be shown one evening and the funeral the following morning. He wanted to wait a couple of days in case someone from out of town wanted to attend. "He will be buried in the Mt. Olive cemetery. Carol, he mentioned that you and he have adjoining lots there. You can either keep yours or sell it." Carol started crying again. "The funeral service and burial is already paid for. He even put money aside for a dinner after the funeral for any guests that might come. I have to contact Roger's Restaurant to reserve the banquet room. Bob even had that set up." "If any of Bob's relatives want to stay at his house to attend the service it's ok. He did mention that he spent a lot of time packing his clothes to give to the Salvation Army. He planned everything. I was just named executor to carry out his plans. He was my best friend and I loved the man." **** The funeral went just as planned. I couldn't believe the number of people who attended. I saw and talked to a lot of his relatives that we had visited. There were a number of women and men that I didn't know. Linda had talked to them and they were friends of his from the trips and tours he had taken. I watched some of the women and had to wonder which ones he might have been with. I stood by the casket and greeted his family and friends. I was surprised that Carol and her kids stood there greeting people with me. You would have never known he and Carol were divorced, the way she greeted people. Bob would have been proud of them. After the funeral most everyone went to the restaurant and they had a buffet set up in the banquet room. Many stayed for a while and talked about what a good guy Bob was. Kelly came up to me and asked if she and her husband Ted could purchase the house. She said it was the home in which she grew up and she had so many good memories living there. I told her I would inform her mother, brother and sister. She was the first and only one who said she was interested. It would be a hundred fifty thousand dollars. The new refrigerator, stove, dish washer, and trash compactor all went with it. There would be no need of her removing the piano since it would now stay in the house. I mentioned to her that if she wanted anything else she would have to ask her mother. Other than things like curtains everything would have to go up for auction, seeing her siblings and mother would all be getting a share; she understood. I contacted the bank a few days later and Kelly and Ted's homeowner loan was ok'd. They could start moving in as soon as the auction was over, which was to be in two weeks. A lot of the people from the funeral came back for the auction. I guess everyone knew that Carol and Bob bought quality items. Even their kids bought things they had remembered growing up. Everything was sold. I called in a cleaning crew who washed all the walls and carpet. The house looked like new when I handed the house keys to Kelly and Ted. Kelly cried as she entered the house, the place she spent her growing up years. My job was now done other than dividing the money. **** I sat in my den checking out the balance sheets and figuring how much money each person would be getting. Counting the money remaining from his pension and savings, Bob had accumulated nearly three hundred thousand dollars. As I was sitting at my desk my wife Linda came in and sat in a chair near me. "Are you glad it's all over?" she asked. "Yes, I'm sure happy that he made it so easy for me. He had almost everything taken care of," I responded. "Did you ever tell him about you fucking Carol?" she said in a very stern way. "Linda, we talked about that over and over again. No! I didn't tell him. Why would I hurt him like that? It was a mistake and you know it. I guess I'll be paying for it the rest of my life." What happened was during their separation before their divorce decree came through I went over to talk with Carol. Her sister went to see her son for a few days. When I got there Carol was drunk or pretty much on her way. She invited me in. She was crying and I put my arms around her, to hold and comfort her. We've always flirted just like Linda and Bob used to but no one ever went any farther. We were all best friends. I was really trying to soothe Carol. She must have just gotten out of the shower and all she had on was a robe. During our hugging it came open. One thing led to another and I was touching her breasts and kissing her. Before long I had her lying on the couch and was fucking her. As soon as I came I knew how wrong it was and so did Carol. Carol started crying and I kept apologizing but she asked me to please leave. I kept telling her how sorry I was. It was my best friend's wife and we had this kind of bond that we wouldn't go after each other's wife. It was later that I found out that Bob hadn't been with another woman for nearly twenty years. I felt like I stabbed my best friend in the back even though they were getting divorced. When I got home it was even worse. Carol felt so bad about what she had done that she called Linda to apologize to her for her actions. When I walked in the door Linda let me have it. She was crying and trying to slap me at the same time. I did my best to tell her it was a mistake and I really regretted it. I apologized over and over to her. I didn't know what else to say. Finally I asked her if she wanted me to leave. "No, I love you Tom, but you cheated on me with one of my best friends and worse even than that it's Bob's wife. Carol felt so bad that she was afraid of losing me as a friend. I could tell she had a lot to drink so I figured you took advantage of her situation. You're a fucking bastard Tom." "So, where do we go from here?" I asked. "I wish I could take it back, but I can't." "We'll stayed married but I'm going to get even with you. I've never cheated on you as long as we've been married and you know it. I'm going to find a man and screw the hell out of him one time. I promise you it will only be one time. I'll never tell you who it is or when it is going to happen. You'll just have to live with that thought or you can move out. Your choice." That was what happened and Linda was still sitting there. "Did I tell you that I heard at Bob's funeral that he was quite the lover? I heard a few women talking about it. Did you know that?" I looked at Linda and remembered her and her revenge statement. "So, did you fuck Bob to get even with me?" "Let me tell you something about Bob that you might not know. After you fucked Carol I was really pissed and thought about going after Bob. I went to his house and offered myself to him. I told him you had cheated on me, but I never mentioned Carol, and I wanted to extract my revenge. Do you know what he said? "Bob told me, 'Linda, if I could choose any woman to have sex with beside Carol it would be you. I haven't cheated on her for twenty years. I haven't had sex since our separation hoping she might come back. I'm not going to cheat on her again while we're still married'. "He hugged me and said he loved me but he wouldn't do that to Carol or to you Tom. That's the kind of guy he was." I sat there a minute, then said, "I know he's been with a number of women since his divorce. He hadn't mentioned anyone that I know. He usually went out of town but did have a couple of friends with benefits locally." Linda spoke. "Do you know what Carol said to me one time? That Bob gave her the best sex that she ever had and she divorced him because of it. Afterwards she cried." "I don't know for sure if he's been with anyone since he discovered the cancer. Can I ask you a question?" "Sure, you're my husband and I love you." "Did you ever take that revenge on me? I really would like to know." "Yes Tom, I did. It was just before New Year's. I wanted us to start the new year with a clean slate. I promise I'll never see him again. It was a one-time thing. No one needs to know." * Thank you for reading my story Comments are welcome and appreciated DG Hear.