115 comments/ 66612 views/ 48 favorites Wyatt and Ellie By: carvohi A brief introduction: This is sort of a BTB story of. Read it and you'll find out what that means. I hope you enjoy. Once you're finished leave a comment. Vote even if you want. Additionally there is no sexual activity by anyone under eighteen. There are children, but they have no direct role in the story. All right; it's Wednesday, 11:30 a.m. and I'm parked right across the street from the Piccolo Motel. I've been waiting for my wife of three and a half years to show up. According to what I've found out she's supposed to meet Glenn Eversham in room 145 at noon today. Glenn was one of her old high school boyfriends, and a guy I know quite well. In fact Glenn, until lately, has been one of my friends. But then isn't that how these things so often go? Glenn was Ellie's first 'true love'. Ellie's supposed to be my wife. I don't know for sure anymore. Glenn and she had dated all through high school. He's the one who'd taken her cherry back right after we all graduated. Yeah I was part of the crowd the night he told that story. I remember him bragging about how he 'got her'. He had a big 4X4 Chrysler truck, long bed, and extended cab. He'd had a cap installed over the bed. He kept blankets and other assorted odds and ends either in the back of his cab or in the bed itself. Old Glenn was a ready guy. Yeah, the bastard told us all about how he did it. He told us one night after we all got off work. It was the summer right after graduation. We were out back behind this tavern; it was called the 'Whiplash' back then. Since then it's changed hands three or four times; each time getting a new name. It's a furniture outlet now. I can hear him like it was yesterday. He'd said; "Man I got her after the prom. She'd changed out of her prom gown at her cousin's house. She was wearing a black Harley Davidson Tee-shirt and a pair of incredibly short cutoff jeans. Man she was pretty; long brown hair all in curls down her back, big green eyes, lashes that went on for miles, nice little tits with nipples that stuck right up, tight ass. I'd told her we were going to Jedd Nelson's 'after prom party', but I wanted to stop off for a few minutes first. I told her there was something I wanted to say to her. I kind of hinted that I was going to ask her to marry me. She was already three sheets to the wind so it was easy slipping a few granules of an Ecstasy pill in her beer. In a few minutes she was ready to rock and roll. I got her jeans down; man she had one beautiful pussy. Of course you guys know she was a virgin. Man she was so small; almost no hair, just a tiny bit of fuzz. She was eighteen, but I'd expected something a little bigger; I mean what with tampons and all. Anyway I had to work my ass off to get up inside her. I started with one finger, then two, then finally I couldn't hold out; I just jammed it in there. She tried to stop me at first, but I kept working on her, in and out, you know. After a few stabs she gave up. She started to like it. I could tell she liked it because of the way she was crying and moaning." I remember how Glenn patted his crotch before he went on, "You guys know I'm pretty well endowed. Well she just went ape shit. I tell you after a few more dips she was all over me. Man I got off. Afterward she sat there on the blanket and cried. She didn't say anything; she just cried. I knew I'd hit a homerun. Finally she looked at me and asked what it was I was going to say. I'd forgotten so I told her that I'd enlisted in the navy and would be leaving the end of the next week. I asked her to wait for me. She stopped crying, and told me she'd think it over. After that I took her home, kissed her goodnight, and left. Then I took the bus out of town. We never did get to Jedd's party." Oh I remembered him telling us his stupid story. I was there hanging on the fringe like I always did. It broke my heart to hear it. Glenn and Ellie and I we all grew up together. We all went to the same grammar, middle and high schools. Glenn was everybody's all American. He had the charm, the money, the athletic ability and of course the attention of all the girls. It was funny he never did much with what he had. He'd gone out for the football team but was cut. He'd gone out for basketball; got cut there too. He tried baseball, but couldn't hit. He always had a reason; in football the coach was a prick, in basketball the smaller guys constantly elbowed him in the dick, and in baseball he said the umps always called strikes that should have been balls. Still he always got the girls. He was voted prom king our senior year, and in the yearbook he was voted guy most likely to be remembered. I went out for some sports too. Oh, my names Wyatt Templeton. Yeah I went out for soccer; made the team too. I skipped basketball but made the volleyball team, and in the spring I made varsity lacrosse all four years. I suppose it was a matter of build. Glenn was a big strong guy. He lifted weights and stuff. Me I'm skinny; always been skinny. I couldn't compete with the bigger guys in football, but man I could run. In the winter coach found out I could leap too; that got me on the volleyball squad, and of course, lacrosse was my shtick, I played midfield. Yep, Glenn got the girls and somehow he got the glory; all I got was a lot of letters. Glenn majored in partying all through high school, and he was a master at it. I wasn't so gifted. First my mom and dad had five kids so personal cars and trucks just weren't on the menu. Though I didn't get many dates I always got to borrow my mom's rusted out Cavalier if I needed a car. Oh did Glenn join the navy; of course not, nobody believed that. Once we got out of high school Glenn was off to Penn State. His parents had the money. I stuck with the academics in high school, and got a partial scholarship to the local state university. It didn't take me very far. I had to promise to teach 'in state' for three years so I ended up being a public school teacher. Being a school teacher means taking a vow of poverty. Don't know why, but I've stayed with it; I guess it's because I like kids. Glenn graduated Penn, went to law school and ended up with a big law firm in the city. He says he makes gobs of money now; five maybe ten times as much as me. >> I check my watch; 11:40; won't be long now. I'll find out, one way or the other, do I have a wife and a family or not. This sucks. This really sucks. So Glenn went away to Penn State and I stayed home. I'd always had a thing for Ellie, that's Ellie Colleen Templeton nee Cochrane. Ellie graduated and went to community college where she picked up some classes in computer programming and in doing things with software. I never understood any of that. Computers to me are like my car. I know where the gas goes, how to start it up, and I have enough savvy to know if it isn't the brakes I'm supposed to just turn the radio up when I hear something I don't like. Oh for sure, I've read all the books and pamphlets on automotive maintenance. I know how the damn things work, but cars to me are like plumbing, trying to fix it only makes it worse. I remember when we first moved in our house. Ellie needed a dishwasher and a new sink and counter top. I read up, bought the hardware, and decided to install all the stuff myself. It shouldn't have been that hard; just turn off the water, take a thingy and cut the pipes back, solder in new pipes and we'd be all set. I tried it. I really did. I just couldn't get the damn copper tubing to stop leaking. Ellie called 'daddy', that's her dad; he came down and took care of it. I remember 'daddy' hit me on the shoulder and praised me for trying. Ellie made a pot of coffee; we all had a cup while she told me how proud of me she was for caring enough to bother. I felt stupid. I just couldn't do anything right. But in a way I felt good too. I liked the praise. Glenn had gone off to Penn State. He made a name for himself; he became president of his fraternity and a cheerleader for the Nittany Lions. I made a name for myself too. After my freshman year I was on the Dean's List every semester. I did that and worked part time jobs all year too. Glenn came home every summer. He took his summers and went to the beach where he surfed and scored with every chick he saw. Me? I scored too. I'd been trying to get a date with Ellie. It was the summer between our freshman and sophomore years. She and I had always been friends; kind of talking and hanging buddies since childhood. To be honest I'd always loved her. I kissed her once when we were in high school. I remember she blushed. I nearly shit my pants; imagine me having the nerve to kiss Ellie Cochrane, it was like me scaling Mount Everest. She blushed, then she kissed me right back, but then she made me promise not to tell Glenn, and that made me feel sad. I'd almost gone and done something stupid. Just before she made me promise I'd almost told her I loved her. What a fool I was. How about my big date with Ellie? She finally agreed to go out with me. Well scratch that; I finally got up the nerve to ask her out. She said yes. There was this really fancy seafood restaurant way out in the country. It was called 'The Seaman's Harvest'. I thought I'd take her out to eat someplace special, and then we'd go back to the city to see a play. Cats had come to the city, and I really thought that could be cool. Remember I said I didn't know much about cars. I'd bought a used Hyundai. It was high mileage, but the salesman said it ran like a charm. He said there was probably another hundred thousand in her. I'd bought it, and for two weeks it ran great. I picked Ellie up; God she looked marvelous. She had on a pale blue mini-dress, skin toned nylons, and high heels. Ellie's 5"6". I'm 5'11". Glenn's 6'4". Her heels made her slightly taller than me. I felt a little self-conscious, but then I always felt self-conscious around Ellie. Look I could talk the flowers off a ceramic plate most of the time, but around Ellie I could never complete a sentence. I'd end up looking in those big green eyes and just freeze. She'd smile at me and I'd wilt. I went to her door, talked to her mom and dad while Ellie picked up her wrap. I walked her to the car, helped her in, and we took off. I guess we got about two-thirds the way to the restaurant when my 'new used' Hyundai expired. It just stopped. I popped the hood, got out, looked underneath and stood there. I didn't have a clue what was wrong. Ellie got out and looked underneath too. Ellie smiled at me "Broken huh." I had reservations for this restaurant. I had two sixty dollar tickets to Cats, and my car died. I looked back at her, "Yeah, think so." She reached in her pocketbook, pulled out her cell and called 'daddy'. 'Daddy' got there about a half hour later. He roped an old tire to the front of his car, and pushed us back to their house. I sat in my car all alone and steered while he pushed. Ellie rode in her 'daddy's' car while he pushed. I felt like a piece of shit trapped between two slices of bread. We got back to Ellie's, had barbecue with her mom, dad, and little brother. Then we watched an old movie on TV. She told me later while we were watching Robert Redford kiss Jane Fonda she'd already seen Cats; Glenn had taken her to New York where they saw it on Broadway. That was my 'big date' with Ellie. >> I checked my wristwatch again; 11:45. I wondered what I was doing. I guess I'd always known that sooner or later Glenn would come and collect his prize. I just thought maybe Ellie had put Glenn in her rear-view mirror. I guess I just thought wrong. I suppose I should have known better. I remember when Ellie and I got married. I remember how I got her to agree to be my wife. After that first date that didn't work out she agreed to try again. It was a little later in the summer, and all the town carnivals had started up. Gee I remember the year before when Ellie had won our town's beauty contest. That was in our senior year. She'd been crowned town queen on the second night of the carnival. I remember it had rained. Glenn was supposed to be there, but he'd stayed at the beach. I was her escort. Oh I know I only got the job by default; she really wanted Glenn. She never said so, but I knew. A guy knows those things. Like I said it rained; it didn't just rain, it was a major downpour, and everything got soaked. Ellie had brought some regular clothes, but for the parade and coronation she'd bought a special outfit, a real pretty white mini-dress. Well the sky opened up. In a matter of minutes Ellie got drenched. Her pretty mini-dress was made of this thin linen or cotton or something. She got wet, everybody could see right through it, and she was up on this platform. I played stupid. I ran off the platform, grabbed an older man's raincoat, older people it seems are always prepared, I ran back up and covered her up as fast as I could. To my chagrin the wooden platform was painted with some kind of high gloss enamel, and what with the rain it was slippery as hell. I got the raincoat over Ellie and then fell backwards ass over tin cup. I fell right off the platform into the wet grass below. Man I don't know what hurt worse, my body or my pride. I just sat there in the wet grass and watched. I was too embarrassed to go back up. Ellie sat on her 'throne' and accepted the crown and scepter. She never looked at me, but she had this big grin on her face. All I can say is how she gracious and beautiful she looked, but I thought she was kind of laughing at me too. Later when the rain stopped we walked around the grounds. Her dress had dried out, and no one could see through it anymore. Of course my tan Levis were all grass stained and my Tee-short was covered in mud. She looked like who she was; the town princess. I looked like who I was; the town's fool. We walked up and down where the games were. We went over to where they were selling the pit-beef and French fries. I bought her a pit-beef. I bought her a funnel cake and some ice cream too. Later I took her home. She thanked me, and kissed me on the cheek. That was kind of a date I guess. We dated some more after my car fiasco; nothing special just the movies, a picnic, a trip to the state park for a swim and some hot dogs. I thought that summer was special. Near the end of that summer Glenn showed up for about a week. He took Ellie out every night. As far as she was concerned I'd ceased to exist. Glenn Eversham; I hate that son-of-a-bitch. >> My watch said 11:50. It won't be long now. How did I get Ellie to agree to marry me? That's a wonder. I know everyone's heard of 'one man dogs; the kind of dog that will attach itself to one person and stay faithful to that one person all their lives. I suppose I'm something of a one woman man. Sure I've dated other girls, but I always ended up comparing them to Ellie and Ellie always won. Men jerk off. I don't know who other men think of when they jerk off. I heard some men think of movie stars or porn stars. All my life, whenever I took myself in hand I've only thought of Ellie. All people day dream, men day dream. Most people have two kinds of day dreams; they're either the 'conquering hero' or the 'suffering hero'. It didn't matter with me, conquering or suffering, the heroine was always the same, she was Ellie, and she was always perfect. How did I get her to agree to marry me? From the time our first summer interval ended until my senior year Ellie and I sort of dated off and on. I never had much money so virtually all our dates covered things that were affordable. We did things like demolition derbies, tractor pulls, carnivals, the apple festivals, minor league baseball games, the state fair, horse shows. Ellie has always been big regarding horseback riding. I like to ride too, but it's more like a religion for her than just a casual pass time. Ellie always had a horse of her own. I could never afford one. Glenn always had one though. Oh yeah, I took her to church every chance I got. Sure it's a cheap date, but I got to show her I had character. We're both Methodists. They say, and I believe them, that all Methodists ever like to do is sing and eat. I know one thing; Ellie has a beautiful voice. Now that we're married she's in the church choir. She looks angelic when she wears her choir robe. God this can't be happening to me! I asked Ellie to marry me. It was in the fall of my senior year. Ellie had already finished school and had a position with a local software company. She traveled the county repairing messed up computers. She'd started writing her own programming, and she'd even begun inventing her own games. Don't ask me to explain any of that. I already explained my position on technology. Glenn was in his senior year at Penn State. He'd been a consistent thorn in my side all through college. He'd be away almost all the time, then he'd come home, asked Ellie out, and she'd go out with him. I felt like the perennial 'back up'. Glenn came home for Thanksgiving of our senior year, and he'd brought home a playmate. Her name was Marsha Ashcroft, and was she ever a dish! Long blond hair, delicious looking boobs, terrific ass, hazel eyes; she was gorgeous. Glenn brought Marsha home to meet his parents and all his friends. He told everybody this was the girl he was going to marry. They'd already picked a date; right after his graduation. Everybody, we all congratulated the happy couple. Ellie gave Glenn and Marsha both congratulatory kisses, and so did I. Well I shook Glenn's hand. As soon as Glenn and Marsha absconded I went to work. I believed, at last, no more Glenn Eversham, now it was my time. In truth, there were other guys, but I was pretty sure, after Glenn I was Ellie's number one. I went to the mall, bought a ring, and planned my pitch. I thought I'd do it at her house. I went over. Her parents had a big modern house with a beautiful club cellar. I thought I'd get her downstairs where I'd pop the question. Her brother was in high school so I figured he'd be out of the house. It was a Friday night. I got Ellie and talked her into going downstairs where we could play video games. That was always an easy sell since she usually won. We went down. He parents and brother were upstairs. We walked back to the game room and sat on the couch. The big TV was right across from us. I got down on one knee and pulled out the box with the ring in it. I opened the tiny box and took out the ring. I said, "Ellie." She interrupted me, "Oh no...you're not..." I was kind of stunned. I thought, 'oh no' she was going to blow me off. I said, "Well I..." Ellie pulled me on the sofa and said, "Kiss me block-head." So I kissed her. While I kissed her she started to unbutton my shirt. By the time we had that first kiss done she had my regular shirt and Tee-shirt off. I had my hands on her hips. She still had all her clothes on, and she started kissing my nipples. She started to rub her hands all over my chest. I was getting hard as a rock. After several more kisses she leaned back on the sofa and looked at me. She kind of stared kind of glared at me said, "Well?" I moved over closer and slowly started to unbutton her blouse. It was light green and matched the color of her eyes. I got it all the way down to her waist, and then I went back and undid her bra. I was pleased, it was a front hook. I'd seen plenty of breasts before. I watched my share of porn, but these were the first breasts I'd ever seen live, up close, in the actual flesh. They were the most beautiful breasts I'd ever seen in my life. They weren't real big, but they were perfectly shaped, I mean pear shaped with light brown areole and dark brown nipples that were sitting up straight. I took the palms of my hands and caressed them. I used my thumbs to lightly rub over each nipple. When I did that they really stood right up. I leaned forward and kissed each one. I was in heaven. Wyatt and Ellie Just then her brother started to come down the stairs. He got about three steps down and Ellie yelled up real loud, "Vernon get back upstairs!" He brothers name was Vernon. Then I heard her father yell even louder, "Vernon get back up here!" Ellie pulled me over; she undid my belt and my jeans. She sat up and pulled my jeans and my boxers down around my ankles. I watched as she slid out of her slacks and panties. She had on white cotton panties. I kicked off my shoes and slid my pants all the way off. There we sat completely undressed, like totally naked on the sofa in the game room in her parent's cellar with her mom, dad, and brother all upstairs. I could hear them talking just plain as day. That's the night I became a man. I was twenty-one years old and I'd never had a woman. Yes, I was a virgin. It was the most amazingly wonderful night of my life, and hers too I thought. We went slowly; we kissed and snuggled, and hugged. We cautiously explored each other's bodies, first with our hands and then with our lips. I believed she wasn't a virgin. I'd heard Glenn's story, but that night she could've fooled me. I think she was more scared than I was. In the books and stories they call it fucking. I'd like to call it something else. This was love, real true, total love. I went down between her legs and found her labia. I knew the terminology, and though I'd never seen one up close I knew what they looked like. I got my mouth and lips down there and I kissed her. I kissed all up and down those tantalizingly scrumptious lips. Glenn had been right; there wasn't hardly any hair. I pushed my tongue up inside. I knew then she was small; no not just small, she was tiny, real tiny. I wondered if Glenn had been lying. No one could be this small and not be a virgin. She was kind of dry when I started to kiss in her, but she slowly got moist. I used my hand and fingers to massage her Mons while I used my thumb to press up almost inside her. I couldn't get my thumb in. I could tell it made her uncomfortable so I stopped. Ellie grabbed my head by my ears and pulled me up so that we were face to face. We were lying on the sofa with me on top; missionary position is what I read it was called. Ellie whispered in my ear, "I want you to make me a woman." I thought, 'Had she read my mind. That's what I'd just thought about myself.' I proceeded to try to press my penis inside her, but she was so small I just couldn't get in. I felt her kind of wince back too. She whispered, "I know it'll hurt, but I want you to be the one to do it." I kept pressing. I was so scared. I didn't want to hurt her, but I was getting so excited! I managed to control my emotions. I started to use my body to slide my penis up and down against her labia. Every now and again I moved so that I could press inside her. I kept trying to imagine I was somewhere else. I was afraid I was going to ejaculate too soon and ruin everything. Slowly after several attempted strokes I managed to get the head of my penis inside her. She shuddered and cringed at first, but pretty soon I could feel that she was becoming accustomed to it. I hoped she was anyway. I pulled away and slid my head in again. I backed out. Slowly but unsteadily I managed to get in a little further each time. She cried, or I should say she whimpered some. She kept digging her fingers in my shoulders. I kept kissing her, but it was hard since she kept biting her lip. I knew it had to hurt. I don't know how long it lasted, but finally I had to go. I ejaculated all my stuff way up inside her. I felt her shiver; then she stopped. She quietly started to cry. I admit it, I cried too. I looked down. There was a tiny bit of blood. I wondered about that. We lay there, by then we were side by side. We just laid there hugging each other. I kept kissing her face and her head. She kept running her hands up and down the sides of my body. After another long time we sat up. Ellie looked at me with this incredibly serious expression, and then she said, "Let me see the ring." I found my pants and got the ring out of the box and held up it for her. She held out her left hand. I guess it was her left hand. She said, "Put it on." I did. The diamond looked small, just a little more than a quarter carat, but I thought it kind of shimmered and glowed in the soft light of the end table lamp. She turned her hand this way and that. She looked at me, "This means 'no more-no more' for you." I didn't know what she meant, "What," I said. She gave me this gravely expressive look, "From now it's you and me, just us; no one else." Hell I thought, 'There never had been anyone else, not for me anyway.' I told her, "Gee Ellie you're all it's ever been." She smiled, "I know, it's been like that with me too." At the time I didn't understand what she meant 'her too.' I'm still not sure. A few minutes later we got dressed and went upstairs to see her mom and dad. Ellie showed them the ring. They didn't look exactly happy. I'd say they looked more relieved than happy. I thought I knew why once, now I'm not so sure anymore. That was how it began. Ellie and I were 'official'. We were an item. We told all our friends. Everyone admired her ring. Everyone was happy for us, even Glenn. That all happened in November. We were young, in love, and oblivious to the possibility of complications. She had a good job. She could even do a lot of her work from home. I was on my way. I'd majored in math and in education. Math teachers were at a premium. With my grades and my sports background getting a teaching job in the county was a no-brained foregone conclusion. We planned a June wedding, but we discovered one little complication. If two people who love each have sex on a regular basis without taking precautions there's a kind of inevitability to what can happen. Long about the middle of January we realized we had a little complication who was about seven months away. We moved the wedding date up to March. Our first little complication came along in July. We named her Jennie. The same week Jennie arrived I got a job teaching middle school math with the county. I was also brought on to help out at the high school with the girls JV soccer team. >> My watch said 11:55. Pretty soon my world, all my dreams, all my happily ever after fantasies could come tumbling down. My Ellie would show up and meet 'Mr. Big Shot' Glenn Eversham. I'd read all her emails. I knew what was about to happen. Oh those emails, those fucking emails! Why had she left her email accounts open. Why hadn't she locked them? She had passwords and secret accounts up the ass. I knew next to nothing about that stuff. This didn't have to happen. I mean I didn't have to know. Had she left them open deliberately? Did she want me to know? Was she that unhappy with me? Was I that bad a husband? God knows I'd tried. We didn't have any money, but I tried to make up for it. I paid attention to her. I told her every day how much I loved her. I tried to give her everything money couldn't buy. Was it the sex? I don't think I'm a bad lover, but I can't really say. Ellie is the only girl I'd ever been with. I mean it; Ellie's the only girl for me. I've never tried to hurt her or do anything that I thought was degrading. I've always tried to be gentle, firm but gentle. I saw that Megan Ryan movie, and I saw how a woman can fake an orgasm. I think with Ellie I know when I've succeeded. I've always tried as hard as I could to see that she got her excitement. There've been times when she hasn't wanted sex. When she was well along with Jennie and Craig her back ached a lot. I'd give her back rubs. I'd massage her all over. I love touching her. She's all I ever wanted. Oh God please don't let this be happening. Was I a bad daddy? Jennie's three, and Craig is still a baby. Oh yeah I guess I yell some, but don't all men yell at least once in a while. I pay attention to my kids. I read stories to Jennie. I give her horsey rides. I try to do all the things my parents did for me. I try to be a good daddy. I want to be my like dad and like Ellie's dad. I work hard around the house. I help with dinner. I do the dishes. I do the lawn. I help with the flowers. I run the vacuum. I do whatever she asks. I do it because I want her to be happy. When Ellie feels bad I always try to be there for her. I don't run off to the tavern or anything like that. I kiss her every chance I get. I love holding her in my arms when we're in bed. I first noticed her special 'Glenn account' about two months ago. I wasn't suspicious. Just curious I guess. I opened it. I wish now I hadn't. Glenn, the bastard, Eversham asked if he could see her. He said he missed her; he was lonely and unhappy in his marriage and needed someone to talk to. Shit, I thought what a snake in the grass. Then I read Ellie's response; at first she as much as told him to fuck off. She didn't curse, she just said she was married, she was busy, and she thought if he was unhappy maybe he should talk to Marsha, or if not to his wife then maybe a counselor. He kept emailing her. He kept whining and begging. He said he needed someone, he said she was the only one who really understood him. She resisted. That went back and forth for maybe, I counted, four correspondences, but then Ellie changed. Ellie started talking about how she remembered when they were in high school and the fun they had before he got engaged to Marsha. She started remembering things they'd done when I was only on the periphery. In short she started to break my heart. >> Oh shit. Glenn's here! He's at the motel room door. I squinched way down in my car so he couldn't see me. Fuck! What am I worried about? I'm way across the way in the parking lot. I watched him; he kept looking all around. I watched as he went in the room I anticipated, room 145. He reopened the door. Wait! He got out his cell phone. He punched in a number and he started talking to someone. I bet its Ellie. I bet he's telling her he's there. Oh fuck! My life is turning to shit right in front of me. Oh please Ellie don't show up. Christ what the fuck am I so concerned about? I've read her emails. I know how eager she is for this. She's already committed adultery, if not in deed in her heart at least. If she doesn't break her vows today, she will some other time. This is heartbreaking. To read it on some screen is awful, but to see it, or to begin to see it, live, in the flesh, up close and personal, well that's a totally different thing. >> Shit; its 12:00 o'clock, high noon! Any second now! Look I've got two kids and a third on the way. Yes Jennie was born in July three years and two months ago. Craig came along last October, and lately Ellie's said she's missed two periods. That's three kids; three kids with a lying cheating bitch. No I can't say that. Ellie would never...but there he is...he's over there! It's those emails, those damn emails. I wish I'd never read them. I'll give her credit. At first she fought him off, then she sounded interested, then she'd started talking about his wife Marsha. Ellie kept at him about his wife. She said things, neat things like; what about your wife, why do you want to do this to her, wouldn't it be better to talk to your wife, Marsha loves you I know you should talk to her. Glenn you should say something to your wife. He always had an answer. He said she didn't understand him. He said he never loved her, not like he loved Ellie. He said he thought Marsha was cheating on him. I have to give Ellie credit; she fought Marsha's battles for her. She couldn't have done it better if it had been Marsha herself. It didn't matter, not in the end. Last week Ellie caved. She agreed to meet him, and so we're where we are. My marriage, my life, and very likely Glenn and Marsha's marriage will soon be over. Look I haven't been idle. I talked to my dad about this. He agrees with me. He believes like I do that when a man and a woman agree to get married they give themselves to each other. My heart, my soul, my life's treasure, and my dick are no longer mine; they belong to Ellie. Ellie should understand, I don't want to enslave her, but she made the same commitment to me. What did she say, 'no more- no more.' Her heart, soul, and body belong to me just like mine does to her. She can't give away my mead of honor. She can't make me a fool, a cuckold! I won't stand for it. I'll pay alimony and child support for the rest of my life. I'll live in poverty, but I won't be betrayed! >> I check my watch, its 12:15. Glenn has been at the door three times. Ellie's late! I'm wondering, I guess he's wondering too. I pray, maybe she won't show? If she doesn't show I'll confront her. I'll ask her about the emails. I try to make her see, make her understand. We can get counseling. God I love her so much. I'd rather be dead than live without her. Like I thought before, 'I'm a one man woman.' I can't live without her. Being without her would be like being dead. Oh please Ellie stay home. Don't show! But what if she does show? I know the answer to that. If she shows it's over. I won't accept it. I'll move out. We'll divorce. I won't live like some weak limp dicked loser. I'm just not made that way. Oh please Ellie, don't come. >> Jesus it's 12:20. This is killing me. I've got to find out. I've got to call. I grab my cell and punch in Ellie's number. It barely rings one time; it's Ellie, she says, "Yes, oh it's you, Wyatt. Get off the phone." "Ellie what are you doing? Where are you?" "Wyatt what do you mean? You know where I am. I'm home. Jennie's in her play pen in the living room. Craig's upstairs asleep. I'm ironing one of your shirts," then there's a pause, she asks, "Where are you? Aren't you supposed to be in class right now?" I reply as forcefully as I dare, "No Ellie I'm in my car. I'm parked on the lot across from the Piccolo Motel. I've been watching Glenn Eversham go in and out the door of room 145 like he's looking for someone. Tell me Ellie, are you sure you're at home?" I listen. There's a moment's silence on the other end of the line. Yes damn it I've caught her. Ellie answers, "Wyatt I want you to hang up your cell phone. I want you to wait there. You know I love you. You certainly know I'd never do anything to hurt you or jeopardize our life together. Trust me. Just wait. Call me and tell me as soon as you see something. Now hang up the damn phone." I did like I was told. I hung up my phone. 'OK', I thought, 'I'll give her all rope she needs.' >> The second hand on my watch kept moving. It was 12:30. Something was up at the Piccolo. What could it be now? I watched as two people approached the door to room 145. One of them was Marsha Eversham. I didn't recognize the other person, but he was a man. He had something under his arm. He started knocking on the door. Holy shit! Glenn opened the door. The man just handed him some kind of big envelope. He said something. I wondered what it could have been. Marsha was standing behind the man. The man started walking away. Marsha started walking away too. Glenn started in running after his wife. Jesus, what the fuck's just happened? I decided to call Ellie back. I picked my cell phone back up and punched up Ellie's number. She answered right away and asked me, "What'd you see?" Ellie I saw some guy give Glenn a wad of papers. Marsha was there. I watched Glenn chasing his wife across the parking lot." Ellie asked me, "What do you think you saw?' I hesitated a second. I think I realized what it was, "Ellie you tell me." "Wyatt, what you saw was the end of a very unhappy marriage." I was flummoxed, "You mean?" Ellie scolded at me from the other end of the line, "You can come home now." "And?" "Come home honey. I'll tell you all about it when you get here." >> The Denouement: (Appropriately in the third person.) Wyatt had taken the whole day off so he went straight home. Ellie was there waiting for him when he walked in the door. He got home just in time to see Ellie's mom load his toddler daughter and infant son in her minivan. They waved at each other. He walked in their front door; it was an older home, a fixer upper, just the kind of house that happy young couples with growing families frequently have. The house, the lawn, the furnishings all cried out a paucity of capital, but the dwelling also cried out the kind of wealth in love and affection only a place and a young family like that could have. Wyatt walked in, "You want to tell me what happened today?" Ellie took Wyatt's hand and led him to their sofa. Actually it was her parent's old cellar sofa, the same sofa where she'd surrendered her greatest treasure, the same treasure he'd given her just a few years before. She walked him over, "Sit down sweetie." Wyatt took a seat on the sofa. Ellie knelt on the floor at his feet, she began, "I'm sorry my darling. You weren't supposed to see those emails. I guess that's where all this came from?" He replied, "Yes, I didn't mean to but I read..." She squeezed his knee, "Let me explain. A few weeks ago I started getting emails from Glenn. He wanted to see me. You can only guess what he was after..." Wyatt nodded. "I tried to get him to stop, but he kept emailing me so I got an idea. I called his wife Marsha. He and she have been on the outs for quite a while. Glenn hasn't been a very good husband," Ellie squeezed Wyatt's knee again, "he's not like you sweetheart." Wyatt leaned a little closer to his wife. She gently pushed him back, "Marsha wants children. Glenn doesn't. Marsha wants a man she can count on, not someone who tomcat's around. She and I worked up a plan. What you've been reading is really a 'dump account'. Marsha and I have both been getting his emails at the same time for the last couple weeks, but it's been Marsha who's been responding, not me." Wyatt leaned forward again, "So..." "Let me get this finished sweetie," she pushed him back again, "Marsha and I set this up. Oh Marsha doesn't want to ruin him. Why would she do that, his income is her surety. But she does want out; she wants to find someone she can trust and love. We've talked about it. She wants someone like you. What you saw today was Marsha's 'exit visa'. I'm sorry I never thought to tell you. It just didn't occur to me that you'd think it was that important. I never thought you'd even think...oh my darling you and I we're a 'together team'. Gee, I'm already busily making our third baby." Wyatt was angry and upset. He was confused and torn up inside, "Ellie all my life I've felt like I was 'number two' when it came to you. All those years in high school and then in college it was like Glenn came first in your heart. I was always second fiddle. I got so scared. I thought I'd finally lost you to him." Ellie climbed up and started to unbutton her husband's shirt, "Wyatt you silly wonderful man. You remember back in high school?" Wyatt, brushing a tear away, nodded. "You remember all those stupid soccer games, those dumb lacrosse games. Wyatt I hate soccer. I can't stand lacrosse. Lacrosse is boring, but soccer is absolutely boring. Do you think I was out there for every game for four years because I liked that stuff? I was out there so I could see you. I remember you looking up and seeing me. Wasn't I always looking at you?" Wyatt blinked back another tear and nodded, "Yes...I guess so." Ellie continued, "I remember our first real date. Someone had sold you a real lemon. You'd set everything up so perfectly, the good restaurant, the tickets to 'Cats'. Everything seemed just right, and then your car died. I felt so sorry for you. I wanted to just crush you in my arms. You looked so helpless. My dad was proud of you because you let him help you. He knew then what I already knew." Wyatt and Ellie Wyatt nodded, "I thought..." Ellie caressed her husband's cheek, "You thought wrong Wyatt. I've always loved you. You've always been first in my heart. Remember all the carnivals; remember when I was chosen our town's queen? You were so heroic, but you were so clumsy. You got me a raincoat, but then you fell right off the platform. You were wonderful! Silly maybe, but wonderful! Every girl in town wanted to be with you, but I had you. They didn't." Wyatt asked, "But what about...what about you and Glenn on graduation night?" Ellie had both his shirts off and was unbuckling his trousers, "You believed that blowhard? You knew when I gave up my cherry. You were there the night it happened. Damn Wyatt it was on this very sofa. Wyatt it's always been you. Only you! No one else." Wyatt shifted so she could get his pants off more easily, "Your parents...that night...what about?" She had his pants down. She was back on her knees in front of him. She had his penis in her hands, "Wyatt you remember the night you gave me this ring?" She held up her left hand. He nodded. "You remember the expressions on my parents' faces? I do." "Yes, I remember." "Wyatt they were happy. That was happiness and relief you saw. We'd all been waiting for you for three years. Ever since you started college my mom, my dad, and I had talked about it. For a while it looked like I'd have to ask you, but you finally came through." "So that night...when your brother started to come downstairs..." "Darling they knew, my brother didn't, but they told him pretty quick. Wyatt I love you. I've always loved you. I loved you in grade school, in middle school, all through high school, then when you went to college, but damn it Wyatt you were so backward!" Wyatt spread his legs as his loving wife took his penis and drew it in her mouth. He asked, "So what happens now?" Ellie leaned back slightly. His penis plopped out of her mouth with a distinctive pop! She smiled and said, "After I finish this we go upstairs. You make love to me. Then we get up, we get dressed, and we go over to my mom and dad's. We eat some chili. Why...then...after that...why we live happily ever after just like they do in those Hallmark movies. And they did. A few final remarks from the writer: There you have it; just another B.T.B. Oh yeah, a little different maybe. Burn the Bastard! Burn the big mouthed, lying, cheating, scum sucking, low down, dishonest, no account, conniving, no good manipulative, unfaithful, adulterous Bastard! And who burned the bastard down? Why Wyatt's ever loving, loyal, faithful, adoring, wonderful wife Ellie! I hoped you liked it as much as I liked writing it.