60 comments/ 88090 views/ 28 favorites You Can't Fight Nature By: StangStar06 Hi Folks. For those of you who didn't like the ending of last week's story, I'm sorry. But you have to remember that these are only stories. You may not like the way they end, but they are fiction. No real people ever die in them. Anyway if you didn't like the way last week's story ended you probably won't like this one either. I also made a terrible word choice in last week's story. I just wanted to let the person who told me about it know that I will not do that again and to thank them for opening my eyes to how hurtful it could be. Lastly I want to thank Mikothebaby for going beyond the call of duty in helping to get this story ready. I've said ti before but it bears saying again. Without her I couldn't do this. SS06. * * * * * * Remember when we were younger and all of the stories started out with...Once upon a time? Well my story does too. Once upon a time, I was in my driveway on a bright sunny November day washing my 2008 Bullitt Mustang. There are guys who like to relax by playing a round of golf and others who like to just take a nap, but for me, washing the car relaxed me and let my mind sort out the answers to my problems. I was living on borrowed time and I knew it. The strange thing was that what I thought I knew and what was about to happen were two different things. The weather man had predicted that this late fall warm snap we'd been experiencing might last for another week or two. That would give me at least seven to fourteen additional days of driving the Bullitt. Following that though, I'd have to put her away for the winter and drive my jeep. I had all of my favorite Turtle Wax Ice products arranged on my cart and was just about to finish up the interior and then start on the outside, when a car driving erratically moved down my street and lurched to a stop in front of my house. I recognized the driver, or at least the person behind the wheel as my wife's mother, Judy. She got out of the car leaving it on an angle in the middle of the street and ran up my driveway. As she got close, I noticed the tears in her eyes and she threw herself at me. She buried her head in my chest and started crying her eyes out. "Come on Judy," I said softly. "Let's get you inside the house and you can tell us all about it." I walked her inside the house and sat her down at the kitchen table. "He's such an asshole," she cried. "Judy, would you like something to drink?" I asked. "Do you have any tea?" she asked between sobs. I nodded and got her a cup and started the tea. "Judy, give me your keys so I can move your car out of the street before someone hits it," I said. She handed me the keys and I moved her into the living room where she'd be more comfortable. I yelled upstairs and called for my wife Penny to come down. I slipped out the back door and moved Judy's Accord into the driveway behind my Mustang but not too close to it. I didn't want my car getting pissed at me. When I got back in the kitchen, the tea was ready, so I took it and a tray with sugar and milk and a big piece of the chocolate cake that Judy had brought over herself the day before, into the living room. I put the tray down in front of Judy. I looked at the two women sitting there with their heads together and was astounded. Every time I saw the two of them together it was shocking. They looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. Penny, at twenty five and her mother, Judy, at forty three years of age looked almost identical. Of course, if you looked closely enough Judy had a few lines on her face and if you caught her between salon sessions you might see a gray hair or two, but the resemblance was uncanny. If you looked deeper the tables turned though, because Judy ran every day and her muscle tone was actually better than her sedentary daughter's and she was a few pounds trimmer as well. Both women were on the taller side and kind of willowy. I'd say Judy's boobs were a little bigger, but Penny's were perkier. Nine times out of ten, you'd have to call the contest a draw. "Thank you Donnie," sobbed Judy. "Pen, you're so lucky to have HIM. You'll probably never have to worry about finding out that your husband is cheating on you AGAIN," she said. I was shocked. I couldn't believe that Ed, Pen's dad would cheat on Judy. For her age or any age, she was hot. She was also the most caring person I knew. I wished that her daughter's personality was as nice as hers. I knew that Penny loved me, but she was kind of spoiled. I guess though when you came right down to it, I'd caused that. I started to walk away but Judy grabbed my hand. "Donnie, you're part of the family too," she said. "And I want to talk to you." "Okay, Judy," I said. "Why?" she asked me. "Why does he do this?" "Why does he do what?" I asked. "What is it about you men, that just makes it necessary for you to cheat?" she asked. I started to feel uncomfortable. "Mom, when I was in college we learned that men are genetically predisposed to spread their seed to as many willing fertile females as possible. Maybe Dad has an abundance of predisposition. Maybe it's not his fault. Men are just born that way. And maybe some women are too. Society even laughs and looks the other way when men do it. They say he's virile or a ladies man, but when a woman does it she's a slut," said Penny. "I'm not talking about men in general," said Judy. "I'm talking about your father, who swore to be faithful to me and love me and he keeps..." "Mom, you know that Daddy loves you," interrupted Penny. "He loves you more than anything else in the world. But he just has that need to spread his seed. You can't fight nature. All you can do is to try to work with it." "When he married me, he swore to put my needs and our marriage in front of nature," said Judy. The sound of the doorbell ended the conversation, at least temporarily. "I've got it," I said, happy for a chance to get away from the painful and emotionally charged situation. It wasn't that I didn't care. I liked both of Penny's parents, but all I wanted to do was to wash my car. As I opened the door I came face to face with Penny's dad, Ed. He looked like a dog that had been kicked. Ed was about 5'4" and stocky with a balding pate and what appeared to be a single eyebrow that managed to span his forehead. Why a guy that looked like him was even with Judy, let alone married to her was a subject that was better left in the hands of sci-fi authors, because it made no sense. But for that same guy to cheat on her made even less. "Hi, Don," he said softly. "I uhm...saw Judy's car in the driveway. Is she here?" "They're in the living room," I said. I pointed the way and he walked in slowly. I went out the door that he'd just come in, shaking my head. I picked up the hose and started to hose down my car to remove any loosed particles of dirt and debris from the finish before I soaped it up and washed it. I was just getting into to it and telling the car how nice she was going to feel when she was squeaky clean and waxed again when I heard a giggling from behind me. Just as I started to turn my head to see who it was two slim arms wrapped around my waist. A head full of brown hair fell onto my shoulder. "Donnie, do you love me?" she asked. "Of course I do, Penny; you already know that," I said. "Well, I'm having a family crisis here, Honey," she said. "I need some help. I need you to grill some steaks and help me talk mom down off the ledge. This time they really might be heading for a divorce." "He's done this before?" I asked. "Several times," said Penny. "The two of them love each other so much, but they keep going through this. I can tell that Daddy is really serious about stopping this time. He even suggested that they get help. All the other times, he kept talking about how he didn't need a shrink playing with his head, but he's finally realized that maybe he can't quit on his own. And my mom knows that he loves her. None of those other women ever meant shit to him, it was just sex. But she seems to have drawn a line in the sand." "Maybe she should do more than that," I said. "What do you mean?" asked Penny. "Look Honey, they're both adults. They're older than we are. They know that they have to be responsible for their own actions and the results of the choices they make. So maybe if your mom had refused to put up with this a long time ago, she wouldn't be going through this now. And maybe if she had, your dad would have realized that if he continued to do it, that in the end it would cost him." "I don't get you, Honey," said Penny. "Okay, let me put it simply," I said. "If I were your mom, the first time I caught him cheating on me, I'd have divorced him. I heard what you were trying to tell her about his nature and all of that, but to me it's just a load of bullshit. It's like you were making an excuse for what he was doing. And he needs to realize that every time he goes out and does it, that there's a chance that he'll lose his wife and his family." Penny looked at me as if she was shocked. Then she set her lip and it quivered. I knew that she was going into her fight, flight or tears response. I watched as she said nothing and then the tears came out. I wrapped my arms around her and told her to calm down. I'd do anything she wanted. "Donnie, this is easy for you. It's not your parents that are talking about splitting up. Your parents were perfect, so you've never been through this. I don't want my parents to split up and I don't want them going through the rest of their lives alone. When we have kids, I want them to have two grandparents who love them and I want us all to have one big happy family. I don't want to have to worry about having a birthday party or a barbecue and not being able to invite one of my parents because the other won't come if they're there," she cried. "Okay, Honey," I said. "I'll help. I'll get the steaks started and you can send your dad out to talk to me while you talk with your mother. Maybe by the time the food is done you two can join us on the deck and we can get them to talk." I philosophically disagreed with what I was doing, but I loved Penny, like the flowers love the rain. I could also understand her need to try to keep her parents together. Most of us don't want to see our family splinter into pieces. We expect for our parents to be paragons of virtue. After all, they were the people who we got our examples on right and wrong from. Even when they fail, we tend to look the other way just to keep the ball rolling. So I spent an uncomfortable afternoon chatting with my father. We segued from talking about my Mustang, during which Penny's father lied to me; to talking about other sports. Penny's dad told me that he had a friend who had the Bullitt Mustang that they made during the eighties. He told me about how much faster it was than the ones they make now and how he'd borrowed it a couple of times. I just nodded my head and smiled. But I was thinking that he was a lying sack of shit because they didn't make a Bullitt in the eighties or the nineties. And as far as being faster, a 2012 V6 Mustang has more horsepower than the V8's from the eighties and nineties and a higher top speed. And they handle better and get better fuel economy. Anyway, after that we talked about sports and how to grill the best steak. He was offering me all of this fatherly advice and trying to set himself up as an expert on how to be a man, while I should have been washing my fucking car. So after a while of shining him on, I let the other shoe drop. "So what's going on between you and Judy?" I asked. He looked as if I had slapped him in the face. Then he broke down and almost started crying. "I didn't mean to hurt her," he cried. "She wasn't supposed to find out." "Well that's original," I thought. Are there any cheaters out there whose spouses were supposed to find out? And if he didn't mean to hurt her, then why the fuck would he do the thing that would hurt her, most? I had to really work at it to keep from going off on him. I remained amazingly calm and collected while inside I was seething. Judy looked so much like her daughter, that in my mind, I just imagined him doing something that would hurt Penny too. And I didn't allow anyone to hurt my wife in anyway. What I really wanted to do was to throw the cheating bastard off of my property. In my opinion, Judy needed to divorce his ass. He was a serial cheater and he would do this again. But I held my tongue and played nice, while the old bastard talked about how all of these women were constantly after him, as if his 5'4" fat, hairy, balding ass was some kind of sex symbol. According to him, women of all ages were offering him sex constantly. Judy would be better off without him. I thought about both my dad and my uncle Steve. Both of them were great guys. My mom died a few years ago in a car wreck. And my aunt Millie, Uncle Steve's wife, had decided in her later years that she was a lesbian. Dad had died a year or so after mom so he was no longer with us, but either one of those guys would have given anything to have a woman like Judy in his life. And they'd be better for her than this sack of shit. But I smiled at him as I thought about it. An hour or so later, Judy and Penny joined us on the deck. We ate and we had a pleasant meal. Ed had the whipped puppy act down to a science. He was spouting more bullshit than a herd of cattle. "I think part of my problem is that in my later years I've gotten away from the church," he said. "I need a dose of the good book to get me back on the straight and narrow." I looked across the table from him expecting to see him get struck by lightning. When it didn't happen, I yelled,"Excuse me." Then I ran into the house and down into the basement. I closed all of the doors behind me and buried my face in one of the pillows on the sofa down there. Then I laughed my ass off. There was no way that bastard should have had the balls to even step into a church. He was just trying to say whatever he thought would save him yet again. When I got done laughing, there were still tears running down my cheeks and my face was red. I went back and sat down at the table. Penny was looking at me strangely. The expression on Ed's face was as pure as the driven snow. It was as if he was waiting to be made the first living saint. Judy looked at me and I felt like an asshole. The expression on her face said it all. She was truly in a lot of emotional pain. She was teetering on the brink of cutting this asshole out of her life permanently and she was counting on her daughter and me to help her make the right decision. "So, Donnie, do you think that counseling might be the answer?" she asked. I looked at Ed who was very subtly nodding his head at me. And I looked at Penny right beside him who was trying to save her parents' marriage. She too was nodding almost imperceptibly. Then I looked into Judy's eyes. Hers were the only ones that held no trace of deceit. And I did it. I did it for purely selfish reasons. I did it because I knew that Penny would be upset with me and I wouldn't get any pussy for a long ass time. I lied. "Counseling is supposed to help you sort out the problems in a marriage," I said. "If you get a good therapist, they can sometimes help you see things both about yourself and the relationship that would otherwise go unnoticed. They help you to see patterns of behavior that aren't apparent to the average person." It wasn't really a pack of lies. I'd heard it on a show about therapy on the science channel, so in some situation somewhere, it was probably at least partially true. Judy looked into my eyes and she trusted me. She nodded her head and said, "Okay, we'll give it a try." She reached across the table and took Ed's hand and smiled at him. Penny was beaming at me. I felt like hammered shit. I am a carnivore. There are sometimes when I only eat meat at a meal and just don't eat any vegetable so I can cram more steak or more roast down my throat, but that day I almost vomited my steak. I felt like shit for what I'd just done. "I hate to interrupt you two love birds," I said. "But I need to show Ed one more thing about my car." While the ladies cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher I led Ed out to my garage. "Hey your car isn't in the garage," he said smiling. "It's in the drivewaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..." I grabbed him by his throat and slammed into the wall of my garage so hard that the clock on the wall inside the garage fell and shattered on the concrete floor. "Motherfucker, that's the first and last time I ever lie to save your rotten cheating ass," I sneered. "If you ever cheat on her again, you'll have more than a divorce to worry about. Do you understand?" He shook his head rapidly. I slammed him against the wall again just for emphasis. Then we went back in the house. "They didn't make them like that in the old days, did they Ed?" I asked as we stepped back into the kitchen. This time it was me who was all smiles. Ed was trying to fake it but his head hurt and he was shocked. No one had ever spoken to him like that before. Penny came out from the pantry and noticed something that I hadn't. "Daddy you have a bump on the back of your head," she said. "Where'd you get that? Are you okay?" "Ha ha," I laughed. "While we were in the garage, that clock fell off of the wall and landed on Ed's head. His head is hard as a rock. It broke the darn clock. He's a tough old bird." Ed nodded his head woodenly. That night Penny tried to fuck me to death. Long after I felt like she had stripped the skin off of my dick, she was still going. I fell asleep with her sucking my dick to get it up just once more. I guess the thrill of her letting me do absolutely anything I wanted to do to her, wiped out a bit of my guilt. Only a month and a half later, three days after Christmas, I'm holding her hand and have my arms wrapped around Judy as we step into the morgue. We walked forward into the unexpectedly cool room and came face to face with a man who looked to be every bit as alive as the people he cared for. "Sorry for your loss," he smiled. If his smile was supposed to be friendly or comforting, he failed on both counts. His smile in that situation just came off as being creepy. He ushered us over to a raised table. I noticed that by then it was Judy and I helping Penny as she took faltering steps. As the attendant pulled the sheet off of the body, he did it with a flair that a lot of stage magicians would be hard pressed to match. I almost expected him to leap onto one knee and shout, "Ta dah!" From that point, as we looked at the lifeless body before us, our reactions varied. Penny slumped to the floor and began bawling. Judy nodded her head and looked away. I went into shock with my mind throwing out hundreds of ridiculous thoughts per second. As I looked at the body formerly known as Ed, I marveled at first how clean it was. It didn't look dirty and grimy and bloody as I'd expected. Then my brain kicked in and reminded me that they'd probably cleaned the body for the autopsy they'd be performing soon. I wondered how much an autopsy cost. Couldn't they save money by not doing it since Ray Charles could see that the gunshot wounds were what killed him? The bullet holes didn't look like they did on TV either. Perhaps it was because time had passed and the body had settled and began bloating. But they didn't look like neat little circles the way they did on CSI or Law and Order SVU. They seemed to be more like ragged slits than neat little circles. And they were all over the body. Obviously, this had been done by a person who was out of his or her fucking mind. Instead of closely spaced neat little groupings located around the heart or chest, there were bullets everywhere. He looked like he'd been shot by a person with no motor control who just put bullets everywhere. You Can't Fight Nature I counted at least eight or nine wounds. It made me think about that line from that Chris Rock standup routine I'd recently watched on You Tube. It's the one where he says that bullets should cost five thousand dollars apiece. That way you tell that someone had done something that was worth killing them for. Apparently, Ed had pissed someone off enough for them to pump about forty thousand dollars worth of Chris Rock bullets into him. "Can you identify the deceased?" asked the attendant. Both Judy and Penny sorrowfully nodded their heads. At the same time, I raised my hand. Shit, I should have yelled Eureka. At that moment I felt as if I'd discovered one of the lost secrets of the universe. If putting the bullets into Ed's body had killed him, would he come back to life if we took them out? "Do you have a question?" asked the crypt keeper. "Uh no," I said, realizing how stupid my thought had been. "Again, I'm sorry for your loss. Have a great day," he said turning away. Judy and I each grabbed one of Penny's arms and led her back outside of the morgue. The detective who'd brought us there was in the waiting room. He put his hat back on his head and came to us. "So was the deceased your husband?" he asked Judy. She nodded her head and squeezed my hand for strength. "When he didn't come home from work last night, I got worried. Ed does a lot of things but he always calls to let me know what's going on," she said. He seated us around his desk and asked if we wanted coffee or anything to drink. I took one look at the rancid looking coffee maker and said, "No thanks." "What happened to him?" asked Penny. "I can't reveal the specific details of an ongoing investigation," he began. "But, hell it's going to be in the papers by the time you get home anyway. Your husband...err...your father, young lady was found shot to death in the Sleazy Easy motel on Sycamore avenue. Also at the scene was a naked woman who was hysterical and covered in blood." "It took us most of the night to get her calmed down enough to talk about it and say anything coherent. Apparently, she and your father had a tryst in that motel and were discovered by her husband. He kicked the door in and discovered the two of them. He had a nine mill with one of those oversized clips. He shot your father eight times and saved the last round for himself." "After he'd shot your father, he had words with his wife, a Gladys Turnbuckle, and then stuck the gun in his own mouth and blew his brains all over the room. It was not a pleasant sight to behold. After the autopsy, we'll release the body for burial." "Are they going to damage his body very much during the autopsy?" asked Penny. The detective looked at her crazily. "Why miss?" he asked. "Well, Daddy had a couple of bullet wounds to his face and head," began Penny. "If they damage his face too much trying to pull the bullets out, we wouldn't be able to have an open casket. I want a chance to look in my father's face when I say goodbye to him. I want to remember him the way he was." "Then you'd better go back into the morgue and say good bye now," said Judy softly. "Ma'am, I'll ask the coroner to avoid damaging his face," said the detective. "That's not necessary," said Judy. "Oh, it's no trouble," said the detective. "We do it all the time and in this case there's nothing to investigate. We've got video footage of the guy kicking the door in. He still had the gun in his hand when the officers got to the scene. Your husband was already dead and there's no way the woman could have moved anywhere in that room without leaving a blood and brain trail." "Detective," said Judy icily. "What I meant was that it's not necessary because I'm not even sure we're going to claim the body. Let them bury him in the pet cemetery for all I care. And as far as my daughter wanting to remember him the way he was, they can't bury him the way he was because he always had his dick stuck in some slut. And as far as I know, it's illegal to bury more than one body in a casket. Just put him in a garbage bag and light it on fire." Judy got up and I got up with her. Penny looked at her mother. "She's upset," said Penny to the detective, who just nodded his head. As soon as we got away from the detective's office, Judy's strong front faded and she started crying all over my shoulder. I drove them both home and tried to make them comfortable. For the rest of that afternoon, people who'd heard about Ed's death dropped by to offer their condolences. My neighbor, Tanya, stopped by with a deli tray. She hugged me and asked me how I was holding up. Tanya is incredible. She has short blond hair and is kind of slim but pear shaped. She's that kind of woman who can sit down and talk, or stand up and play football with the guys, but then ten minutes later she's dresses up in a slinky dress and heels and looks great. She's the kind of woman who isn't too girlie. But is still very feminine. If you saw her across a crowded room you'd be thanking God that you were married to her. I think they call it sneaky hot. And women like that only get better as they age. "How are you holding up?" she asked. I shrugged my shoulders. "It's okay, Honey, we're friends," she said. "I know you spent a lot of time with the old guy. I often saw him whenever he came over to visit. He'd be out there talking to you as you pampered the queen of the neighborhood." Tanya was talking, of course, about my Mustang. She always told me that if her husband Rick spent as much time pampering her as I do my car, she'd be one happy girl. "Actually, Tan..." I began. Then I kept my voice low so no one else could hear us. "I couldn't stand the old bastard. He was a serial cheater. It was just in his nature to cheat." "You can't fight nature," she laughed. "And Judy is such a sweetheart," I continued. "I don't know how she put up with it for so long. After she gets over his death, she'll be better off without him." "You're high," she laughed. "Women are not like that; especially her generation. He was her first lover, her first husband, her first everything. Why do you think she kept forgiving him? She loved him dummy. She couldn't see herself with anyone else. She'd get angry with him and call him names and not give him any pussy for a while, but eventually they'd get back together. They're like magnets. They just keep pulling themselves back together. She'll be lost without him." Tanya turned out to be wrong on a couple of things. As the weeks went on, Judy's anger at Ed didn't fade. She refused at first to even attend his funeral. I convinced her to go for Penny's sake. Penny ended up angry at her mother and at me. I'd told her that I didn't want to speak at her father's funeral. I guess that she thought that I was just nervous about speaking in public, but truth be told, I couldn't think of a single good thing to say about the guy. In the end, one of his best friends did the deed. His words were memorable. "We're all here to say farewell to Ed Bauer. Well...Eddie was...he was... he was Ed. You had to know him." Even his best friend, who'd known him for forty five of his fifty years of life, couldn't think of a single good thing to say about him. After the funeral, Judy struggled with her life. She became more a part of ours. There were some things that she simply couldn't handle. If we were watching a TV show and a guy cheated on his wife, Judy became irate. Penny and I spent a lot of time talking about what we could do for her. Penny seemingly got over her father's death fairly easily. We just moved on with our lives. After all, it wasn't like we'd seen him every day anyway. It must have been about three months after his death that we'd gotten together with a bunch of our friends and relatives. We'd thought that we were being sneaky. We'd invited almost every eligible man in Judy's age group that we could think of. At forty three, Judy wasn't old and she looked like she could be Penny's sister instead of her mother. The problem wasn't the guys. They were all over her. The problem was Judy. She was sweet, she was kind, but she was a one woman man. She didn't know how to flirt or work a room. Shit, when she was eighteen and her parents allowed her to start dating, Ed, who was twenty five and had already been married twice, swept her off her feet, got her cherry, got her pregnant and married her. Ed had been the only guy she'd ever dated. Judy simply didn't know the rules of the game or the game itself for that matter. We hadn't expected anything that first time. We'd figured we'd have to make the little get-togethers a regular thing before we hit pay-dirt. The problem started after the party. As we were cleaning up, I noticed Penny's phone on the counter. As I got near the counter, it chirped. The chirp indicated that she had a text coming in. I figured the text was from her mom thanking us for inviting her to the party. I turned the phone on and went into shock as I read the text. "Meet U 2mro sm plc 12p" I scrolled back through her texts and even got a location. Penny was texting some guy and meeting him. I went into shock. For a long time I just stood there staring at her phone. I felt like my world was ending. I'd had no idea that any of this was going on or even possible. Penny and I had sex so often it was crazy. When did she have time to screw anyone else? In fact, that was why I was helping with the cleanup. Her last word to me had been, "Let's get this shit taken care of so somebody can get a blow job." Our minds are a very tricky place. Because at that moment, as I stood there holding that small piece of plastic, glass and electronics that I'd bought for her, I felt sick. I also felt really stupid, because she'd given me all of the clues. When her father had been caught, Penny had come down on his side every time. Most women wouldn't have been nearly as quick to defend a cheater, even when it was their own father. Penny had sprung to his defense vigorously. I'd never even questioned that perhaps she had a reason to. When she defended him, she'd always adamantly sworn that her father loved her mother. It had simply been in his nature to cheat. Perhaps it was a case of "like father/ like daughter." After all, you can't fight nature. I guess I was expected to react the way that Judy had and just go along with it. Judy had loved that asshole a lot. She had a nature too. Hers was loving and forgiving. Perhaps that's why she'd forgiven him again and again until the end. Maybe that was where her anger with him truly lay. Maybe she wasn't actually angry that he'd been caught cheating yet again, maybe it was the fact that his death prevented her from having the opportunity to forgive him again. "Someone isn't doing their share of the cleanup," said Penny smiling. "But it's okay. I did enough for both of us. Shall we adjourn to the boudoir?" "Honey, I really need to adjust my brakes," I said. I watched her reaction as I said it. Her face showed traces of sadness, disappointment and anger. "How long is it going to take?" she asked. "It will probably take me most of the night if I do them all," I said. "Can I have a rain check? We can do it tomorrow night?" She looked at me strangely. And all kinds of thoughts went through me. "Maybe I had something else planned for tomorrow," she smiled. "After all it's not like we don't do something almost every night. Maybe tomorrow would have been my turn." The thought of what she'd just said pissed me off royally. So she thought there was a chance that I'd have gone down on her after she'd been with some other guy. I wondered exactly how long this had been going on. All I knew was that for now, it was over. "Honey, I'd really like it if you could NOT do your brakes and just come to bed with me," she said. "Honey, I'd really like it if YOU could let me do my brakes because I just spent all day grilling and entertaining people at a party for your mother, for you," I retorted. "If you really loved me, you'd do your brakes later," she said. "If you really loved me you'd let me do my brakes," I added. "What's wrong with you, Donnie?" she asked. "Normally, you're after me for sex from the second we wake up until the last second that our eyes are open. Now today, when I've spent all afternoon trying to help my mom find someone new to love, you don't want it. Do you know how many of the women here told me exactly how lucky I was to have you? Even Tanya was telling me exactly what she'd do to you if I wasn't in the picture. So I want to do some of those things pretty badly right now." "They'll still be possible tomorrow," I said. And with that, I left her standing there. "Fine," she screamed at me through the door. And knowing Penny like I did, I saw the whole thing now. The reason she was so desperate to have sex with me tonight was because we weren't going to tomorrow. She was going to pretend to be tired or whatever, but the real deal was that she was sure that she wouldn't want to have sex with me after screwing the person she was meeting in the motel. Perhaps I was jumping to conclusions. I wouldn't know how to deal with this until it happened. Maybe something else was going on. My mind latched onto that TV show where the woman was meeting with a guy repeatedly and her husband who was insanely jealous found out about it. The husband drove a cement truck. And he was so worried about what his wife was doing, that he drove home in the middle of a job to check on her. He saw a new Mustang convertible in his driveway and saw the guy going into his house. He backed up the cement truck and dropped the whole load of cement in the convertible and destroyed the car. It turned out that his wife wasn't cheating on him, she'd arranged financing on the Mustang as a present for him and he'd wrecked it. She ended up divorcing him. The next morning, I went off to work as usual. I didn't do anything out of the ordinary. I woke up and Penny made me breakfast. As she bent over the table putting bacon on my plate, I reached around her and tweaked her nipples. While I did that, I rubbed my pants covered dick on her ass. "Oh, so last night all you wanted was to play with your stupid car," she said. "Now all of a sudden you're ready to go." "I'm sorry," I said. "I love you Pen." I kissed her so passionately that she was gasping for air. "What got into you this morning?" she asked smiling. "I just wanted you to know how much I care about you," I said. I felt like shit. I felt like this was my last chance to convince her not to do something that we'd both regret. At the same time, if nothing was going on and I was getting this all wrong, I wouldn't feel as guilty afterward." I drove off to work and as soon as I got there, I dug into my morning assignments. By nine-thirty, I was ahead of schedule and had almost nothing to do. I worked for a couple of more hours and left at eleven thirty. Just as I was leaving the building, Penny called me. "Hey, Honey," she said. "Would you like to have lunch with your wife?" "I'd love to," I said smiling. "Do you want me to meet you at home or at a restaurant?" I was breathing a heavy sigh of relief. I was so glad I'd jumped to the wrong conclusion. "Hang on sweetheart, I have another call," she said. She came back a few seconds later. "Donnie, can we do lunch tomorrow, mom needs to talk?" she said. "I'll probably be busy," I said and hung up. I called Judy. "Hi," I said. "How's your day going?" "Even better after speaking to my favorite son," she said smiling. "I'm your only son," I dead panned. "But you're still my favorite," she said. "Did you speak to Penny yet today, Judy?" I asked. "She's going to ask you something." "Well, I hope you guys aren't going to try to hook me up with one of your lonely old friends again," she said. "Truthfully, I'm not sure I'm ready to meet anyone yet." "Nope, I just wanted to invite you to dinner with just the three of us," I said. "Oh, Okay," she said smiling. "I'd enjoy that. When she calls I'll act surprised." "Bye Judy," I said. "Have a great day." The call had delayed me by another ten minutes and I now knew that Penny had called to ask me to lunch just to make sure that I was at work. Maybe she'd learned some of her techniques for cheating from her father, but then the old bastard got caught a lot. I got into my car and drove over to the motel. There were several cars in the parking that I thought might be familiar. It didn't matter. I spotted Penny's Ford focus as soon as I got there. I knew exactly which room to go to. I spotted a cleaning lady and paid her fifty bucks to open the door to the room as silently as possible. She backed away and I opened the door. There was a familiar looking flabby back and a thinning head of hair that seemed vaguely familiar to me. "Fuck me...Fuck me Rick," screamed the woman he was on top of. There was no question in my mind who it was. As soon as I yanked the door open, he tried to turn to see what was going on. I crossed the room in an instant and dragged him off of the bed. I slammed him against the hard, cheap floor boards and just started pounding him. In a matter of seconds, I'd blackened both of his eyes. I continued to pound him. I heard a sick sounding snapping sound and he screamed like a girl. I had broken his nose. He was no longer even trying to defend himself. "Donnie, you're going to kill him," screamed Penny, trying to drag me off of him. I very calmly stood up and pulled her hands off of me. "Don't ever touch me again," I said calmly. I called my secretary and told her I wasn't feeling well and I wouldn't be in for the rest of the day and probably not the next day either. The second call I made was to 911 to report that there'd been a beating. Penny just sat there on the bed. A couple of times she tried to say something to me and I just kept telling her to shut the fuck up. "Donnie, when we get home..." she began finally. "We don't have a home," I said. "I won't live with a slut. Go stay with your mother, Penny." The police got there and I walked out of the room and spoke to them. "I'm the one who called," I said. "You don't look too bad," said one of the cops. "I'm not, he is," I said pointing at Rick, who was still unconscious. They handcuffed me and put me in the car just as the ambulance got there. I didn't say much in the police cruiser. The officers tried to get me to talk about what had happened. Although I would have had no problem admitting what I'd done, I was simply too depressed to talk about it. Once I got to the station, I was photographed and finger printed and booked on suspicion of assault. Until the details of the case came down, all they had was suspicion. Even though I was willing to tell them that I'd done it, they had no proof. In every large city in the world, there are countless nutcases who admit to every crime from the Lindbergh kidnapping to the ripper murders in London. There are also leagues of homeless people who will admit to a crime just to get a few meals and a cot to lie down on. This is especially true during bad weather, when some people will give up their freedom to have a roof over their heads. I was placed in a large holding cell with at least eight other guys. None of them approached me and I was content to sit on an empty bench along the back wall. Most of the guys looked like they were either poor or drunk. I decided to use the time wisely. Since all I could really do was to think, it seemed to be the perfect time to consider my next move. There is a big difference between suspecting that your spouse is cheating on you and being faced with the reality of it. There is also the question of emotional attachment. Let's face it folks, people change over time. There are a lot of cases where the couple has simply grown so far apart that one of them does something drastic just to get the ball rolling. You Can't Fight Nature In cases like that, the divorce that follows can be the beginning of a new life for both. In those cases, the separation can be a pleasant thing. There are others, where the couple has argued and fought so much over the years that they simply can't stand the shit out of each other. They fight contentiously, not because they love each other and want to stay together, but because they hate each other and want to make the other's life as miserable as possible. As in, "I'm not going to let that asshole have a divorce so he can go out and hook up with his God damned secretary and be happy." My case was none of those. I loved Penny with all of my heart and soul. Until I walked into that motel room and saw her with Rick, I intended to spend the rest of my life with her. That was why this was so painful for me. I literally felt as if someone had managed to rip out a part of my soul. I didn't understand it. We had a great sex life. And I really thought that we loved each other. At least I loved her. And the guy she picked; Rick was older than I am and I'm six years older than Penny. Rick is almost as old as her mother. And he's fat and balding. I just didn't understand it. If she wanted an old fat guy, why the hell did she marry me? In fact, she'd been the one who'd come after me when we first started dating. We'd met in a bar. Both of us were there with groups of friends. We didn't know each other and none of our friends knew each other. She'd seen me and for the rest of the night, every time I turned around, there she was. She'd even been the one to try a cheesy line on me. I remember looking into those beautiful eyes and I was just spellbound. And she said, "Well, if you're going to follow me around all night, you may as well tell me your name." Now I go into a cheap motel and find her letting my old fat next door neighbor pound the hell out of what's supposed to me my pussy. I wondered how Tanya was going to take this. Just as I started to figure out what I wanted to do, I heard someone calling my name. "Don Osmond," yelled a burly cop. I walked over to him and looked through the bars as he started to open the door. There were two other cops behind him and to either side with their hands on their side arms. "Are you guys going to shoot me?" I asked. "No asswipe, you've been bailed out," he said. "By whom?" I asked. He just looked at me like I wasn't all there. "Does it matter?" he asked. "What was I charged with?" I asked. "And who bailed me out. How long have I been here?" "Look Buddy, you have too many God damned questions," he said. "Do you want to get out or not?" "Officer," I said. "I know that you deal with a lot of people in a lot of situations and it colors the way you look at everyone. You've heard it all too many times to repeat. But for me this is a new experience. This is the first time I've ever been in jail for any reason, so could you please give me just a moment and answer a couple of questions. It won't take up very much of your time and it will make a huge difference in my life." The two other cops turned to look at him. "Alright shoot," he said. "It's two p.m. you've been here for almost two hours." I spoke in low tones so only he and the other cops who kept their eyes on the rest of my cellmates, could hear me. "This afternoon I caught my wife and my next door neighbor together in a motel room. I admit that I handled it badly. I just don't want to see either of them ever again in life. So if it's Penny who's trying to bail me out using my own money because she doesn't have a fucking job, I'd rather stay in here. I don't want to have anything to do with her again." "Sorry guy," he said. "It's her. She's been out there crying the whole time. But you may not have to worry. Some fat guy and his lawyer came in to talk to the prosecutor. I don't think he's going to press charges against you. But he looks kind of shifty so I wouldn't trust him. At any rate they're only going to keep you in here for a couple of days to cool off before they'll let you use that ATM and bail yourself out since you have no record and no one died." They walked away looking at me with something akin to pity in their eyes. I sat back down on the bench and noticed that a lot of my cellmates were watching me. I'm sure they wondered what the hell I was talking to the cops about and why I wouldn't leave. I knew that Penny tried to bail me out because she felt guilty. I had been honest with the cops. I wanted nothing more to do with her. I felt bad at that point because I'd actually helped convince Judy to give Ed another chance when I was unwilling to do so for Penny. I wondered if the way I felt was the way that Judy felt when Ed cheated on her. Ed had done it over and over again, so Judy had gone through this more than once. I couldn't understand how she'd survived it. She had to be far stronger than I am. It's the strangest thing. If you think about a person long enough, they show up. Just as I was wondering whether or not Penny would tell Judy what she'd done, my cops were back. "Hey, Osmond, there's another hot woman here to see you. It's not the first one it must be her sister. This one says her name is Judy. She's in the interrogation room. Do you want to see her?" "Yes," I said. He had me stick both of my hands through the bars together and then cuffed me again. Then he opened the door while the others kept their guns ready and walked me out, closing the door behind me. We walked down the hall and into a divided room. There was a huge panel of bullet proof glass with small holes in certain places for people to talk through. I sat down and looked through the glass at Judy. For a minute neither of us said anything. "Hi Donnie," she said. "What's going on?" "So, Penny didn't tell you?" I asked. "She just said that you'd beaten up your next door neighbor and gotten put in jail and you wouldn't let her bail you out because you were upset about it," she said. "But I know you, Donnie. And I have a bad feeling." "Judy, she cheated on me," I said. Her face fell. "Not with...Isn't he...yucky?" she asked in shock. "But why? From what she tells me you guys are constantly..." Before we could talk any further, a tall man in a cheap suit and glasses knocked on the wall. "Excuse me," he said. "Are you Don Osmond?" I nodded my head. "Can you join me in the conference room across the hall when you're done here?" he pointed to my cuffs and the cops un-cuffed me. "He's not a flight risk. He doesn't have a record. Why is he cuffed?" "He's in here for assault," said the cop. "Although I'd have done the same thing. Actually he's in here for a slut; not assault." "Donnie, what are you going to do?" asked Judy. "I know how you're feeling, so don't do anything dumb." "I'll call you tomorrow," I said. "If I get out of here today, I'll be sending your daughter to stay with you." I walked into the conference room and saw three men sitting around a table with Penny. Two of the men I didn't recognize. As I walked in, Penny jumped to her feet and Rick stood up and limped towards me. "Get the fuck away from me," I yelled. I looked at the guy sitting at the table. "If either of these assholes comes near me, I'm going back to my cell." Penny and Rick went back to where they sat and the guy at the table looked at them. "Mr. Osmond, I'm Willis Drummond, I'm the district attorney for this region. I have literally thousands of cases coming across my desk on a daily basis. Mr. Daniels here is the lawyer who represents your neighbor." "Anyway, Mr. Daniels has a proposition that would allow everyone here to walk away immediately, sort of a no harm-no foul situation." "What you talking about Willis?" I asked. "Why don't you tell him Charlie," he said to Daniels. The lawyer looked at me and started talking as if he and I were old friends. "Well Don, what happened here is an unfortunate situation. The emotional toll alone is terrible. There's no reason that you need to leave this room with a criminal record that will cause you problems for the rest of your life. These are very serious charges." "We're talking about Assault and Battery, plus Intent to do great bodily harm," he said. "Don't worry about it," I said. "With my education and my specialty, my employer and future employers won't give half a God damn about this." He gulped. "Well, there's no need to have an innocent person hurt because of some fun that got out of control," he said. "There's no reason for that." "Who in this fucking room is innocent?" I asked. "Only me. I'm the one who got hurt here." Penny started crying at that point. "I thought I had a woman that I could love and be with for the rest of my life. I found out that wasn't the case. I thought I had a neighbor...make that a friend, living next door to me that I could trust. I found out that wasn't the case either." "Donnie, what about Tanya?" Rick asked. "Tanya has never done anything to hurt you. Why does she have to be hurt in all of this?" "Tanya deserves to know what a fucking skunk she's married to. She doesn't deserve to be cheated on and lied to. No one deserves that," I said. "Tanya is beautiful. She'll bounce back. She'll end up with someone a lot better for her than you ever were. She'll do fine. Maybe we'll get through this together. She doesn't need some fat assed bag of wind holding her back." "Nooo!" he yelled. "Please don't tell her." Daniels started trying to talk again. "Here's the deal. My client agrees not to press charges against you. And you forget the whole thing happened." "I'll take the charges," I said. "I also opt for a jury trial. When twelve of our peers find out why I beat the fuck out of your client, they'll have him and you tied together and tarred and feathered." "I'll also name him in my divorce case and sue him for every fucking thing I can. I'll testify to what I saw in Tanya's divorce too," I said. "That's my plan." The four of them put their heads together and spoke in low tones. Rick and Penny seemed to be arguing. Finally they looked back at me. "What do you want?" they asked. "Nothing," I said. "I won't tell Tanya anything. I give you my word on it. And I won't sue you or name you in my divorce. But you have to testify at my divorce if necessary and drop the charges. You also agree to never speak to me or come within fifty feet of me or anything of mine without my permission." "Sold," he said, with a big smile on his face. "Hey wait a minute, I know I'm within fifty feet of HER right now but this doesn't start until I'm clear of the building right?" "Rick, I don't care what you do with her. She's no longer mine. As far as I'm concerned, you guys can fuck each other til the cows come home. Once my divorce is settled, I'll never see her again. She's all yours. Can I go now?" "No Donnie," screamed Penny. "No, we're not doing this." "Willis, can you walk me down to the desk so I can get my stuff back? I need my wallet so I can get a cab home." As I walked down the hall, all I could hear was the sound of Penny crying. When I got home, Tanya was outside in her yard. She stepped over to the fence and spoke to me. "Where've you been stranger?" she asked. "My husband got caught in the wrong neighborhood and got mugged. They blackened both of his eyes and broke his nose, poor baby." "That's rough Tanya," I said. "I'm sorry to be so abrupt but I had a rough day too. I'll talk to you later." "Hey, send your wife over," she said. "Tanya, I don't have a wife anymore," I said. Then I went inside the house leaving her shocked. As soon as I went into the house, the phone started ringing. I noticed that it was Penny's cell phone. The same phone that had clued me in on what she was doing. I just let it ring until voice mail picked it up. After the fifth time she called, the phone stopped and abruptly started again. This time it was Judy's home number. I picked it up so I could tell Judy to call off her daughter. "Judy, can you..." I began. "Honey, you have to l..." I hung up the phone. It took about a half hour before the phone rang again. I looked at it and it was Judy's cell phone. I picked up the phone and didn't say anything. "Donnie, Honey, are you there?" she asked. "Hi Judy," I said. "I had to give Penny some hot tea with a couple of sleeping pills in it," she laughed. "She's going out of her head. She's crying and screaming and blaming everybody for ruining her life." "I'll bet," I said sadly. "But there aren't that many people to blame." "Oh, she blames your neighbor Rick, for most of it. She says he also sold her out on that deal you agreed to. She also blames you for the way you're acting." "How am I acting?" I asked. "Donnie, you aren't acting the way I did," she said softly. "And that's what she expected." "Does it ever get any better?" I asked. "No," she said, even softer than I had. "Over time it gets worse. You begin to doubt yourself. You wonder what is it that you don't have that makes him want to be with another woman. You wonder what you're doing wrong. And you start to compare yourself to every new person that you meet. You wonder if he's going to start sleeping with her now. And over time, it gets worse because no matter how much time passes, you're never quite the same. You never regain the trust that you lost. You go through your life checking up on them. Any time he's late or not where he's supposed to be, you're imagining that he's cheating on you." "Judy, can I tell you something?" I asked. "Of course. We're family," she said. "I lied to you," I said. "Back when we were trying to get you to take Ed back and go to counseling. I thought then that you should have dumped his cheating ass. But I..." "But you told me what Penny wanted you to say, because you love her so much," she finished. "I know, Donnie. You're a terrible liar. Your mouth said one thing but your eyes said something different." "Ed was stupid," I said. "No one that he could have ever cheated with was worth even a quarter of you." "That runs in the family apparently," she said. "I can't believe that she'd let that disgusting fat man even near her let alone..." "Judy, I'm really sorry but I'm not you," I said. "As badly as I'm hurting right now, I'm not going to do this. I'm not going to keep taking her back when she's only going to wait a little while and then try to pull this again. What's that line she used to talk about her dad...You can't fight nature. Maybe she got it from him but this is just something that's in her." "I hope that isn't true," she said. "What about all of those wild animals that are trained to perform in the circus and the ones that people have as pets? I think that in some cases you can fight nature." "But Judy, those are very rare cases and they involve a lot of work and a reward system. With those circus animals, they have to start training them when they're very young. I don't want to stand over Penny with a whip and spank her every time she acts out. I'm certainly not going to throw her a piece of steak or reward her for NOT fucking someone else. I believe her Judy. I think she's right. You and I are just stupid. You can't fight nature. Cheaters are going to cheat." "So what does that make us?" she asked softly. "It makes us one of two things," I said. "If we break free of it and just start our lives over. Then we are what we are by nature. We're just nice people who made a mistake and fell in love with the wrong people. In your case, you got a beautiful daughter to show for it. I have nothing, so to this point my life has been wasted. On the other hand, if we continue to put up with it, hoping against hope that they'll change, then we become suckers. We're just willing to keep sucking it up no matter what shit they throw our way. You've done your time in hell, Judy. Your next man should be someone who's worthy of you. And so should my next woman." "Who are you talking to mother," I heard Penny ask. "Is it Donnie? Does he want to speak to me yet? Did you tell him how sorry I am? Did you tell him that it's not my fault?" "Bye Judy," I said. "I see you have your hands full." Over the next few days, I spoke to Judy a lot. Tanya and some of the women in the neighborhood came over and brought me food and talked to me to cheer me up. I hired an attorney and got a settlement ready. I prepared what I thought was a very fair settlement. I make a good living. I wanted to split our assets down the middle the same way a judge would. I knew that wasn't really fair to me, but I didn't want to see Penny destitute. I just had no intention of trying to save our relationship. I didn't want to have to get ugly, but if necessary, I was prepared to drag Rick's ass into court or have him sign a deposition. If matters went to the worst case scenario, I'd become an asshole if I had to. I'd just take most of the money from my accounts and leave her with whatever she could get from selling our equity in the house. My lawyer interviewed Rick and got him to tell him everything about what happened with him and Penny. It had been going on for more than six months. He was also sure that he hadn't been the first. I asked Judy if I could come over and talk to her and Penny. I drove over and Judy opened the door for me. I hugged her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Penny came over to me. "Oh honey you have no idea how much I've missed you," she said. "I..." "Penny, I came over here to make this as easy for you as possible," I said. "I didn't want to have some stranger ambush you to serve you with the divorce papers so I brought them myself." "No, Donnie," she screamed. "I'll stop. It won't ever happen again. You have to give me another chance. It was a mistake. I just couldn't help it. I'll go to counseling." "Penny, it won't help," I said. "It's not like this was the first time. My lawyer interviewed Rick. We know everything. You and Rick have been going at it for over six months. And I don't think Rick was the first. How the hell could you even look me in the eye? And how could you pretend to be Tanya's friend while you were fucking her husband." "Baby, it was only sex," she said. "You and I are so much more than that." "You and I are so much LESS than that," I said. "We WERE so much more than that. Now all that's left is a band of gold. And that ring means nothing when the vows we spoke have been shattered." "Donnie, please..." she began. "No, Penny," I answered. "I won't live my life like this." "You're just not being fair," she whined. "You're tearing my heart out. What are you going to do if I kill myself?" "There wouldn't be anything I could do," I said. "I'd probably jump away to avoid being spattered." "No you have to forgive me. You love me, Dammit," she whined. "Penny, shut up," said Judy. "Mother, stay out of this," said Penny. "He's just being unreasonable. This isn't the way this works. He just won't forgive me. This isn't the way this is supposed to work. I can't eat. I can't sleep. I love him so much. I feel like my heart is going to break." "Boo fucking hoo," yelled Judy. I was shocked because I'd never heard her use profanity before. "You're just like your dad, Penny," said Judy. "You act like the world revolves around you and whatever you want. I forgave your dad over and over again. And maybe you began to think that it was supposed to work like that. Donnie isn't me. You're a grown woman, so act like it. You had a perfect marriage and you fucked it up. You not only made your bed, you lay down in it and spread your legs for the wrong men. Now deal with it. This is hard on Donnie too. He's been so depressed for the past few days that I can't believe you'd do that to someone who loves you that much. Then I remembered that your father did it to me. I'm glad he's breaking free. I only wish that I had." You Can't Fight Nature "But mom, I'm depressed too," said Penny. "I've admitted that I was wrong and I'm very sorry. I'm hurting too you know." "Penny, you caused it. As much as you're my daughter and I love you, maybe you deserve it. Sooner or later you have to be held accountable for your actions." "I agree," said Penny. "But I don't think what I did was bad enough to divorce over." "Isn't that up to the person you hurt to decide?" asked Judy. "A marriage is about what two people want, Penny. Maybe Donnie doesn't want to be married to you anymore." "Stop saying that mother," screamed Penny. She turned to me and looked across the room. "Donnie, until now haven't I been a good wife to you? I've cleaned your house. I've cooked your meals. I've given you all the sex you could ever want. I've given you everything you could ask for in a wife. So why can't you concentrate on all of the things I've done right instead of the one thing I've done wrong?" "Honey, you look the way I feel," she continued. "You look like someone suddenly pulled the rug out from under your feet and just left you spinning in the air without any way to get your bearings and nothing to hold onto. I feel the same way. I'm just lost without you. I can't stop crying. I feel like my life is over. Nothing makes sense. You have the power to make both of us feel better. All you have to do is forgive me one time. I swear to you that this will never happen again." I walked out of the room without saying anything. As I reached the doorway I turned and looked back at her. "Penny, please get a lawyer," I said. "I want to get this over as soon as possible. I need to start my life over." I drove home and again I saw Tanya as I got onto my porch. "Hey Donnie, wait up," she yelled. I sighed and watched as she came across the yard. Tanya was wearing a pair of old jean shorts and a T-shirt that had seen better days while she worked in the yard. The shirt had the name of some obscure band printed on it and had been sweated nearly through. Tanya had obviously forgotten her bra, or had simply decided that she didn't need one while working in the yard. "I need to tell you a couple of things," she said. Tanya isn't as slim as penny or Judy, but her curves put her on a different level of sexiness. I guess while I was happily married I'd simply downplayed my attraction to her. But now that I was done with Penny, the floodgates had opened. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked. "Sorry," I said. "I shouldn't be." "Donnie, I just wanted you to know that Rick and I are here for you," she said. "If you need anything or if you just want to talk. Actually I think it would be good for him too. He still hasn't recovered from being mugged. I think a lot of his confidence is gone. You know that macho male ego thing that you guys have? Well his is kind of shattered because some asshole beat the hell out of him and took all of his money. Maybe talking to you would help him." "You know how that works. When you have to help someone through their problems it makes you feel like the strong one. I think that might be good for Rick. I'll send him over in a little bit. But there's something I wanted to do for you too." I couldn't help looking at her boobs again and she noticed and smiled as she wrapped her arms across her chest. "You're gonna be just fine," she smiled. "But that's not what I had in mind. You know I'm a married woman. Besides you're not that kind of guy." I shrugged and tried to smile. Her arm dropped and I could see how hard her nipples had gotten. At that moment I was giving a lot of thought to what it would be like to be between her thick curvy legs. Her voice, as smooth as silk drew me back from my naughty thoughts. "Donnie, I know you're going through something really rough. I don't know if you and Penny will make it through this or not. But I thought that maybe you'd like to get away from everything for a while. So, I work for a travel agency and we book a lot of big group tours and trips and I was able to arrange something for you if you want it." I just smiled at her and thought again about telling her what a piece of shit she was married to. But I realized that telling her would only hurt her. There was also the fact that with both the ass whipping I'd given him and the thought of losing his marriage, Rick was probably doing his best to be the husband she deserved. Why should I put her through that kind of pain just so I could get some pleasure from her? Doing that would make me as bad as Penny and Rick. "It's a cruise, Donnie. We have a client that is a large singles web site. They've arranged a cruise for a lot of their members on a large cruise ship. They have already paid the fees for their members and there are still cabins available on the ship. They've already made their profit so it won't matter if one more single guy is on the cruise. Ten days of fun, sun and laughter to help heal a broken heart. Who knows you might even meet someone." "I'll think about it, Tanya," I said. "But I really don't think I should be trying to meet anyone until my divorce goes through." "See what I mean," she smiled. "You're a good guy to through and through. Whatever Penny did, I hope she realizes how stupid she is. Let me know about the cruise, Okay?" I'd done as much as I could towards rectifying my situation with Penny. My lawyer was working on the divorce and I was working on my life. I'd asked my boss for a transfer to another area and told him about why I needed to leave the area. It took him a couple of days but he came through for me. We had a plant in Phoenix that had been interviewing engineers for over a month. A new place seemed to be just what I needed for a new start. The warmer weather and chance to drive my car year round also appealed to me. I'd be leaving everything and everyone I knew behind, but that's what getting a new start is all about. I spoke to Judy about my idea to leave the area and she sounded really sad about it. When I gave her my reasons she agreed with me and told me she'd been feeling the same things. She was still getting over Ed's death. Her feelings were much the same as mine for trying to get over her daughter's betrayal. She'd been considering moving to the east to live with her older sister and mother who shared a house in New York. Hearing me talk about my move had started her thinking about it again. I got her to promise not to tell Penny about what I was thinking about doing. "Honey, I won't have to tell her," she says. "That girl is obsessed with you. She spends most of her time now following you around. She's so afraid that you'll try to hook up with some other woman that she's going nuts. She was furious when you stood on the porch talking to Tanya the other day. She came home and cried for hours, calling Tanya every type of whore there is." "I think her greatest fear is that you'll become attracted to Tanya and tell her what happened. Then you and Tanya would hook up and she'd be history." She laughed after she said that. "It's really not that farfetched," I said. "It really is," she said. "Donnie you really love my stupid daughter. I could see the wheels turning in your head when you spoke to her the other day. You were trying so hard to come up with a way to take her back. But I was glad that you couldn't. She's my baby and I love her, but I love you too Donnie and we both know what she's like." "Well at least when all of this is over, you'll have a friend in Arizona to visit when it gets too cold in New York," I said. "And you'll have someone in the rotten apple if you want some non-southwestern culture," she laughed. "Donnie, promise me that we'll stay in touch." "It's not like I have a choice," I said. "I only had two people that I loved and one of them doesn't really love me. That means you're all I have left." I was glad she'd told me about Penny following me around. I started to watch for her whenever I went anywhere. One evening, I went to a movie and looked around me as I got out of the car in the parking lot. I spotted her watching me and decided to have some fun with her. I looked at my watch as if I was waiting for someone. Then I pulled out my phone and used my Fandango app to buy my ticket. I called Judy and told her to call Penny and let her know that my date was waiting inside the theater for me. Penny got out of her car and started walking toward me angrily. I quickly ran inside the theater and told the man at the ticket kiosk that I'd ordered my tickets online. He looked at his computer and handed them to me and I went to the right side of the building just as a pissed off Penny came in the door. She tried to walk through in the direction she'd seen me go in and was stopped by the security guards. By the time she'd been escorted to the ticket Kiosk, she realized that she had no way of knowing which movie I'd come to see; and there were at least fifteen movies playing at the theater. Two hours later I left the theater. "Bye," I yelled, waving as if I'd been talking to someone. "I had a great time. We'll have to do this again." "Stop it, Donnie," said Penny. "Just cut the bullshit routine out. You went to the movies alone. I've been watching you since you left the building." "Get used to it, Penny," I said. "I won't always be alone. Sooner or later I'm going to meet someone that I will want to date and maybe more. Maybe I'll even meet the person I'm going to spend the rest of my life with." "You've already met her dummy, she looks just like me," said Penny. "You just need to get your head out of your ass and start trying to get over my one little mistake." I laughed out loud and drove away. I realized then that everything Judy had told me was true. I trusted Judy. I was sure that she wouldn't let Penny know about my plans, but I still needed a way to get out of town without letting Penny know where I was going. The answer came from the most unlikely of sources. The next day, I'd just gotten home when I heard a soft knocking at the back door. I went to the door and opened it. If I'd had to make a list of everyone I thought might possibly be there, I'd never have given him a place on it. Rick stood at my back door much the way he used to when we were friends. The only difference now was his body language. He knew that he didn't belong here anymore. I don't think he was sure that I wouldn't simply beat the fuck out of him again. "I didn't want to come," he said nervously. "She made me." His eyes darted quickly over his shoulder. I saw Tanya looking over at us from their back porch. She smiled and waved. "Come on in Buddy," I said loudly enough for my voice to carry to their house. "I've done everything you've asked," he said nervously. "And I appreciate you not saying anything to Tanya. But if Tanya hadn't made me come over here I'd have had to call you anyway. We have a problem." "WE don't have shit," I sneered. "We have nothing in common." "That's very true," he said. "But neither of us wants to see Tanya hurt, right?" I nodded. "And both of us have a problem with your psychotic ex," he said. "She's been threatening to tell Tanya herself, if I don't try to help her get you back. She says that it's unfair for one of us to get to keep their marriage if both of us cheated. She came to me yesterday. She's blackmailing me into giving her info on you and wants me to put pressure on you to take her back." I just looked at him. If he was hoping that I'd be sympathetic, he was disappointed. Suddenly I realized that I could use him to solve my problem. "Rick, do it," I said. He looked at me strangely. "Does she know about the cruise that Tanya arranged for me?" I asked. "I don't think so," he said. "That's your info," I said. "Give her all of the information about the cruise. That should keep her happy for a while. It will be especially good if you tell her that you've been trying to get me to forgive her. Make her think that if we're on that ship together with nowhere else to go, there might be a good chance that we'll talk." "Okay," he said. "I'll do anything to save my marriage." I just stared at him. "You can go now," I said. The next day I got a call from Tanya. "Donnie, somehow Penny found out about the cruise. Should I book her on the wrong cruise or something? Or did you want me to book her in the same room as yours, or one close to it?" she asked. "I could book you guys together even though it's a singles cruise." "Tanya, don't you get a commission on the cruises you book?" I asked. "Well yeah?" she said. "But I don't need to try to get rich off of my friends." "Tanya, make the bitch pay through the nose," I said. "You'll be doing me a huge favor. And you'll be helping me more than you'll ever know." "Are you two getting back together?" she asked. "No chance of that," I said. "But why?" she asked. "What are you two angry about?" "She cheated on me, Tanya," I said sadly. "I walked in and caught them. There's no chance for a mistake or a misunderstanding. I saw them with my own eyes. There's no chance for us getting back together. I just need to get away from her." For the next few days I started getting ready for my move. I looked at houses over the Internet. I contacted moving companies and I called the new office in Phoenix. Everything was ready for the move. I still spoke to Judy over the phone. One of us called the other at least twice a day. The saddest day before I was ready to leave was the day that Judy left for New York. I went over to her house to say goodbye and naturally Penny was there. She'd been so busy getting ready for the cruise that she hadn't been following me for the past few days. She smiled at me when she opened the door for me. "I miss you so much Honey," she said. I ignored her and headed for Judy. Judy gave me the longest, tightest hug of my life. It was all I could do not to let my hands drop from her waist to her ass. I was sure that she could feel my hardening dick pressing into her stomach, but she didn't let on. "I wish you'd hug your wife like that, instead of my mother," said Penny. "In a way it's a good thing mom is moving to live with Granny and Aunt Nina. I think you're getting confused about who you care about." Judy and I both laughed and moved apart. Penny was driving Judy to the airport. I finished my goodbyes and promised to call Judy every day. "I wish you'd call ME so we could talk," said Penny. "You do know that you're wasting your time, right? This divorce is going to take decades. By the time we actually get to court you'll have forgotten why you wanted to divorce me. I also know that you took a big chunk of cash out of our account. I didn't say anything about it because I did too. Isn't that a strange coincidence?" Again I just walked away from her. She'd been so happy it looked like she was going to explode thinking about the two of us on a cruise together. She was acting as if we were going on a second honeymoon instead of the two of us going on a cruise on the same ship but not together. In fact, the chance that I might hook up with other women while she was there never occurred to her. Three days later, I was ready to leave on my trip. Tanya had made arrangements that assured me the cruise would be everything I needed. Just before the ship was scheduled to leave I called Penny. "Penny, I'm going to be away for about ten days," I told her. "If you need to tell me anything concerning our divorce you'll have to just talk to my lawyer." "Well thanks for telling me," she said happily. "I hope you enjoy wherever you're going. Maybe when your trip is over you won't want a divorce anymore. Maybe something might happen while you're away, that will remind you of just how much I love you and that we need each other." "Fat chance of that," I said laughing. She laughed too. "Is it that hard for you to admit that you still love me, Donnie?" she asked. "No it isn't," I said. "I do still love you. I just wish you loved me enough that I was enough for you." "You ARE, dummy," she said sadly. "Have you ever heard the expression, "Once bitten, twice shy? In our case it means that I've seen what my life without you is like so I'm not going to do that again." "Yes Donnie, I'm human. I made a mistake. But love had nothing to do with it. It was only about sex. Something drew me to Rick and even I don't know what it was. Maybe we'll find out what it was when we go to therapy. But you are the only man I've ever loved." "Since you're so into old sayings," I said. "Have you ever heard that you can't fight nature?" She looked at me strangely and just sighed as I hung up. Six hours later the ship was at sea. It was just about to get out of cell phone range when my phone rang. I looked at the screen of my iPhone and smiled. I saw the scenery going by as I looked out my window. And yes I know that windows on a ship are called portholes. Maybe Penny had a porthole to look out of but mine was a window. "Where the fuck, are you?" she screamed. "I've searched this entire God damned ship and you aren't on it." "Who said I was?" I laughed. "How the hell are we supposed to get back together if we don't spend any time together?" she screamed. "You won't let me come home. You won't touch me or let me touch you and you barely speak to me. I'm going crazy. I love you Donnie." "Alright Penny," I said. "As soon as the cruise is over, I should have cooled down. You can come home. But we won't be sleeping together." "I swear I'll do whatever it takes to earn my place back in your bed and in your heart," she said just as the phone started crackling. "I love you Donnie." Then the phone went dead. I was still laughing as I crossed yet another state line. I took the time to call my only friend. "Hi Judy," I said as she picked up the phone. "Donnie," she squealed happily. "God it's been a long time since you've called me." "Almost four hours," I said laughing. "I'm beginning to think I made a mistake," she said. "Do you have any idea of what it's like living with two crotchety old women?" I started laughing. Judy always cheered me up. "Stop lying, Judy. I can't believe that anyone would ever not want to be around you," I said. "Donnie do you know what time does?" she asked. "They say that time heals all wounds," I said. "They're wrong," she said seriously. "I guess I'd forgotten that my sister and I just never got along. She and my mother have been together for so long that their personalities have become similar. So now I can't get along with either of them." I laughed again. "Are you checking your rear view mirrors to make sure you're not being followed?" she asked. "It's pretty hard to follow a truck when you're on a ship," I said. Now it was her turn to laugh. "I'm not going to ask how you got her on that ship without you," she said. "Remember those Calgon commercials?" I said. "I had my own ancient Chinese secret." "I loved those commercials," she said. "I guess I should go and make mom's tapioca. Drive safely Honey." I got to Phoenix late the next day. The first thing I did was get my Mustang off of the trailer and into the garage. I'd been so glad that she'd never have to endure cold winters again that I hadn't given the heat and possible sun damage to my paint any consideration. I spent the next few days getting everything settled and set up in my new house. I made appointments for the cable guy and all of the other guys to come out and do their things. But somehow when it was all said and done the place was beautiful but it didn't feel like home it just felt like a place. You Can't Fight Nature The day before I was supposed to report to the new job, it happened. My cell phone rang. I picked it up without looking at the screen. "Where are you?" she hissed. "Why is all of your stuff gone? You said I could come home." "Since you called from the house, you must be home," I said. "That's what you wanted isn't it?" "You know good and God damned well this isn't what I wanted," she hissed. "I don't want an empty house. This is almost as bad as that ridiculous divorce you're trying to get." "Oh don't worry about the divorce," I said. "Your lawyer and my lawyer convinced me that without any evidence, I was screwed. I was basically at your mercy. So the whole divorce for your affair with Rick is over." "Good," she squealed. "Now where are you, Honey? I'll come to you." "I've re-filed," I said. "And this time I'm not going to be so fucking nice." She started laughing. "What different does it make why you file?" she asked. "Call your lawyer Penny," I said. "He already has a copy of the file. Not only will I get the divorce. I'll probably be able to leave you next to nothing. Oh and Penny you'd better call me back quickly if you want to settle I'm changing my cell number tomorrow." It took only an hour for Penny to call me back. "Okay Donnie, you win. I've signed the papers. How the hell did you get the video?" "I hired a P.I. to take my place on the cruise. I knew that with me not there, you'd have no reason not to act on your urges. All I did was to set you free. You can't fight nature. For what it's worth I never watched the video. I had no desire to see someone I once loved getting fucked by a lot of strange men she thought she'd never see again. Thanks for proving that I was right about you." "Donnie I can change," she said. "I don't think you can," I said. "And to be truthful, I don't think you should. You're free now. Do what you want. I'm free too. I can find someone who'll love me the way that I need." "Donnie, you just don't get it," she cried. "That's me. Don't you realize that yet? My father loved my mother more than anything on earth. Yes he cheated on her. But it didn't mean a fucking thing. It was just sex. What he and my mom had was love. That's why she could never let him go. And you and I are the same. You're going to miss me. And when you do, I'll be here waiting for you. But I'm going to make you regret putting me through all of this. When you come crawling back to me, I'm going to make you kiss my ass before I take you back." Three weeks later, I was making my daily phone call to Judy. There was an undercurrent of sadness in her voice that I immediately picked up on. "Okay Judy, what's wrong?" I asked. "I'm fine," she said. "I'm just a little under the weather." "Judy trying shoveling that crap at someone who doesn't know you," I said. "Tell me what's wrong." "Donnie, moving here was a mistake," she said. "I've used up most of the money I got for selling my house to pay off the back taxes on this place and make a few improvements. Now I'm stuck here. I do have the money left over from Ed's pension coming in but that's a monthly check to cover my expenses. I don't have nearly enough to move anywhere let alone to buy another house." "I had all of those ideas about how great it would be to move back in with family. I guess I just didn't want to be alone. I'd had more than twenty years of living with someone else and..." "And it's a good thing you still have family that you can move in with," I said. "Oh no," she said. "There's no chance of that. You have no idea of what Penny's been doing since you divorced her." "Nope I don't," I said. "But I wasn't talking about her. Why can't you come here and live with me. I have plenty of room and I'd love to have you here with me." "Donnie, are you crazy?" she asked. "I can't live with you. You're my daughter's husband." "Not anymore," I said. "Why not come out for a visit and if you don't like it, you can always go back to New York." "Okay," she said. "How about a one week visit. I need to make sure you're okay anyway. I visited Penny and your old house is...well you wouldn't recognize it." "Judy came out and stayed with me for a week. She had so much fun that when it was time for her to leave, she didn't want to. We did things together and we had fun. She got me to go out and see all of the sights of the area that I'd never taken the time to before. We also shopped and she got me to buy lots of things for the house. In only a week my house was beginning to feel like a home. I dreaded the thought of her leaving. She hadn't said a word to me and I assumed that I'd be taking her back to the airport the following day. She made me breakfast that morning and asked me why I was so down. "Our week is over," I said. "I'm going to miss you so much. Can you come back and visit me again...soon?" "No," she said. "And really Donnie, I don't think you want me to." "Judy you're my best friend. Of course I do," I said. "Don't you want to come back and visit me?" "Nope," she said smiling. "Because if I'm coming back to visit you, it means I left, and I don't want to do that." I smiled and grabbed her. We had another one of those long tight bugs and I think that both of us knew something was going on. But neither of us was ready to admit it. I woke up early the next morning and she'd made breakfast for me again. "I can't send you off to work on an empty stomach," she said. "Besides I'm driving you to work today, I need the car to go shopping. We need groceries." "Are you sure you don't want to just drive the truck?" I asked. She stuck out that plump bottom lip and stuck her hand out. For some reason the red flags didn't go off in my brain. Although I'd never allowed Penny to drive my Mustang, the thought of Judy driving it didn't seem awful. I gently put the keys in her hand and was rewarded with a smile that made my day. After I finished breakfast we got into the car and drove to my office. I expected her to drive away but she got out of the car and came in with me. She looked around my office and even met my secretary. She smiled and led me into my inner office. "So why haven't you hooked up with that one?" she asked. "She's not my type," I said. She just laughed and told me she'd pick me up after work. That evening I got home and we grilled steaks on the deck and watched the sunset. I'd noticed that she'd done more than shopped that day. She'd decorated some of the rooms. A picture here a knick knack there and the place had started to become more like a home already. I asked her about it and she smiled. "I was on my feet all day long," she said. "But it's worth it if you like what I did." "I love it. The decorations are beautiful," I told her. "Wait until you get into bed tonight," she said. Unfortunately she was only talking about the new sheets she'd bought me. I pulled her shoes off and started rubbing her feet. At first I was very gentle but as time went on and she began to sigh and moan lightly. I increased the pressure and she seemed to love it even more. I moved to her ankles and then her calves and her legs started to part. Her head was back and her eyes were closed. I stopped there. I'm not sure who was more surprised that I stopped. But she smiled at me. "That was wonderful," she said. I just nodded. I wasn't sure what to say. Over the next few weeks, things progressed very slowly. But they did progress. I think that something I'd always felt managed to somehow sneak up on me anyway. It got to the point where I simply lived for my evenings with Judy. Sometimes we went for long drives along desert roads and took pictures of the scenery and landscape. Other nights we went into town to see a movie or try out a new restaurant. I think we both enjoyed the quiet evenings at home the most though. I honestly believe it was me who kept suggesting that we go out. I really think that I was afraid of where things might go if we were alone too much. Judy often asked me to massage her. Sometimes she wanted a foot and leg massage. Other times she wanted her neck and shoulders done. In either case, the massages were going further and further. The leg massages were to the point where I might have still started at her feet but I was ending up way above her knees. And the shoulder massages were beginning to touch the tops of her breasts. I think we'd been living together for about five months when it happened. It was Judy's birthday and I wanted to take her out on the town. I'd gotten her a present. A diamond necklace and I'd made reservations at one of the swankiest restaurants in town. We had a great dinner and a strolling violinist serenaded us finishing up with a rousing jazz version of happy birthday. I pushed the box across the table and her eyes lit up. When she saw the necklace her mouth dropped open and she asked me to put it on her. As the little diamonds on the pendant gleamed from between her breasts something passed between us. I noticed her smiling and then noticed that she was pointing behind me. I turned and finally noticed the waiter behind me. "I was just saying sir, that your wife is the most beautiful woman here," he said. "You're right about that," I said. "Donnie, you're supposed to say thank you, dummy," Judy giggled. "Or at least correct him. He thought that we were married." "I couldn't say thank you," I said. "Because that would imply that I had something to do with you being that beautiful. And I couldn't correct him because I don't have a problem with anyone thinking we're...Uhm are you ready for dessert?" "Yes," she said. "Can we get it to go? And can we eat it at home?" I don't think anyone can even imagine how good it made me feel to hear her say that. For all of the time she'd been there she'd called it "my house," which became, "the house." Hearing her call it home gave me a warm feeling. When we got home it seemed like the perfect ending to a wonderful night. It seemed bizarre to me. Maybe I was getting old at thirty but I was happy. I didn't need any more. I remembered back only a year before that if Penny and I had gone out and hadn't ended up having sex at the end of an evening I was disappointed. But as Judy walked ahead of me towards our house I was happy just to watch those slim hips moving under that dress. Seeing the wobble of her large unfettered breasts was almost too much. But surprisingly the most fulfilling aspects of the night had been those moments when she unleashed that beautiful smile on me. Unlike her daughter's smile that was all teeth and lips, Judy's smile encompassed her entire face and seemed to start in her heart. I lived for those moments. There was no way I'd do anything to risk whatever it was that we had. One of the things that Penny had said suddenly came back to me. She'd said that the woman I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with looked just like HER. And now I realized that though she'd meant herself; she'd been right. Judy looked just like her but was far more loving. And Judy was someone I could trust. I took off my suit and hung it in my closet. As I showered, I remembered all of my favorite moments of the evening. I hoped that Judy had enjoyed her birthday. After stepping out of the shower I got into my bed. The sheets were warm and I wondered how the hell Judy had managed that until I noticed that I wasn't alone. "Wha...?" I said in surprise. "Shhh," she said. "This is a really special occasion and I don't know about you but I wasn't ready for this night to end. THIS is the way I wanted it to end. I'm not my daughter, Donnie. I'm not a hot girl. But it's been over a year now since Ed died. I am a woman though and I do need sex. I've also noticed that you aren't dating and you haven't been with anyone in the five months that I've been here. I think we both need this. So let's just have two rules. Rule number one; no strings attached, this is just sex. Rule number two; in the morning we just forget about this. We never talk about it and it never happened, okay?" "Sorry, but I can't do that," I said. "I know there's an age difference, Donnie, but I'm not that bad," she said. "And you haven't had sex in months. I know I'm not Penny..." "Judy shut up you're being silly," I said. "I'm glad you're not Penny. I'm over her. The thing on the ship burned out any remaining feelings I had for her." "Then why don't you want to..." she began sadly. "I never said I didn't want you. It's your rules that I can't deal with. I didn't want to risk messing things up between us Judy. But if we do this, it's not going to be just sex. At least it won't be for me. And I wouldn't ever be able to forget it. And as far as strings go there's already a waiter and everyone at my job who all think we're married. I would love to have strings with you, Judy. I want ropes. I want fucking chains and cables. I..." She rolled over and kissed me. It was the kind of kiss you want to have for the rest of your life. Our lips gently brushed and then crushed. Our tongues began to probe and to duel and finally we were trying to suck each other's souls out. I wanted Judy more than I've ever wanted anything in my life. But Judy was far readier than I was. It was all I could do to slow her down. I tried to gently stroke her to build up her fires it she would have none of it. She rolled on top of me and impaled herself on my erection. She made a little squeak as she slowly worked her tight pussy down over my rampant dick. I must be a little larger than Ed was because she let out a scream as she bottomed out. She sat there for a while with her internal muscles gripping me. Then she started to move her hips forward and back. She increased both her speed and her intensity as she came closer to her first orgasm. "Oh Donnie," she cried. I just lay there on my back letting her do whatever she needed. As she began to lose steam I rolled her over and started to piston myself in and out of her. Her fingers gently raked my back. She stopped short of drawing blood but let me know that she wanted it faster and harder. And that's what I gave her. After the first few minutes I was literally pounding Judy like a drum and she loved it. My balls were slapping against her ass and we were both bathed in sweat. She pulled my head down and started kissing me again and my mind just left. I had no conscious thoughts. Both of us were lost to an age old rhythm. It gained in intensity until it raggedly and abruptly ended with my involuntary ejaculation. There was no controlling it, just afloat of my essence from deep within me. It came out in small gushes and spurts that we're sucked out by her thirsty chasm. We both collapsed into each other's arms. "I love you Judy," I said. "Five months," she said. "I can't believe we could have been doing this for five months." "We couldn't have," I said. "Neither one of us is the kind of person who'd just jump into bed with someone." "Maybe not," she laughed. "But both of us are the kind of people who love very deeply AND very exclusively." The next night when I came home she had dinner waiting for me and something else. "I wanted make sure that last night wasn't a fluke," she laughed. "Can you do me like that again? Ed never could last nearly that long." We made it a rule. We never mentioned Ed or Penny. The past was behind us and all we wanted to think about was the future. We had so many good times that we never had time for the past anyway. I couldn't believe that at forty three years old no one had ever eaten Judy's pussy. I quickly got her over the idea that doing wasn't pleasurable. We did a lot of things for the first time together. The one thing we never brought up though was marriage. I don't know why. Everyone we knew thought that we were. We simply never broached the subject. But again we were too busy living in the present and planning the future to dwell on the past. That is until it came looking for us. It seemed that we'd made one mistake. When Judy had moved in with me we'd had to have the rest of her things shipped to Phoenix from New York. Penny had gone looking for her mom and her Grandmother and Aunt, neither of whom knew anything about our situation, had gladly provided her with the address. A comedy of bad timing ensued afterwards. One Saturday I'd gone out to buy a few things so Judy and I could barbecue and lay in the sun n our big hammock on our deck. While I was gone, Penny had shown up on our front porch. Judy had no choice but to invite her in, hoping that I'd be gone long enough to get rid of her. Almost immediately Penny knew that her mom didn't live alone and that her house mate was probably a man. Judy confirmed it and told Penny she'd meet her for breakfast the next morning. Penny drove off but saw my car and recognized it. She was unfamiliar with the roads and got lost for a while. I got home and Judy decided not to give me the bad news until we'd relaxed for a while. We had the steaks grilling over a slow fire and were almost fully relaxed, with Judy screaming for me to fill her pussy when we noticed that someone had climbed up and was staring at us over the top of our six foot privacy fence. Her eyes were as big as saucers and she started screaming like a banshee. We dressed and let her in. She was fit to be tied. "I can't believe either of you..." she screamed. "...Especially you, mother. What would daddy think? How could you hook up with your own daughter's husband?" "Penny, we're not married anymore," I said. "So what are you doing here?" "I came to try to find my mother," she said. "I was hoping she'd know where you were, not that she'd be fucking you. I need a little help." "What kind of help?" I asked. "I kind of lost most of the money you left me and I'm about to lose the house. I was hoping you'd give me another chance. I've realized how stupid I was," she said sadly. "Sorry Penny, but there's no chance of that," I said. "You can't fight nature." "Yes you can," she said. "If you want to badly enough you can do anything. I swear I've changed." "I was talking about Judy's nature and mine," I smiled. "It's in our nature to fall in love with someone and stay that way forever. We can't fight it, but since you're OUR daughter, I guess we'll have to help you out with the house. You go on home and I'll deposit some cash in your account. But you're going to have to get yourself a job." "Why can't I stay here with you?" she asked. "Penny, just being around you reminds me of what you did to me and makes me angry all over again. That was the biggest reason why I left town in the first place. Do you want the money or not?" "Of course," she said. Then she looked directly at Judy. "It's you who doesn't want me here isn't it Mother. You know that if I had a fair chance to compete for him, you'd lose. And Donnie is just going along with you, the same way he used to for me. The poor deluded man thinks he loves you, but he really still loves me. He's just staying with you because you look like me and he knows you won't cheat on him." Judy and I both laughed at her. We'd discussed Penny and our past enough that her bullshit had no effect on us. I preferred Judy's kindness and easy going personality to Penny's any day. And she loved the fact that the only woman I ever paid any attention to was her. The fact that I was so crazy about her was the ultimate aphrodisiac for both of us and our sex life was very vigorous. Penny left the next morning, she was still angry that we hadn't let her stay with us, but it would have been a really uncomfortable situation and I was happy with the way things were and Judy was too. I guess in some ways what happened to Penny was our fault. But we really just wanted to be alone.