15 comments/ 33484 views/ 21 favorites Asperger's Is No Drawback By: imhapless I'm Aiden Altman, adopted son of Jacob and Beatrice Altman and only sibling of my adopted one year younger sister LuAnn. Jacob, Beatrice and LuAnn are the smartest people that I know. LuAnn - who is of mixed Vietnamese and Dutch ancestry - and I were both adopted by the Altmans when we were just a month old. Jacob and Beatrice are of average size and looks. Beatrice has a PhD in psychology, is a university professor and, fortunately for me, one of the experts in the world in cognitive development. It is because of her expertise and loving care as my mother that I am one of the most socially adept men with Asperger's in the U. S. Jacob has a Masters in Electrical Engineering and an MBA and is the CEO and majority stockholder of ZYX Corporation. ZYX is the leading developer and manufacturer of proximity detectors, and related high tech equipment, in the United States. My parents are wealthy. LuAnn graduated summa cum laude with a degree in electrical engineering from Cal Tech and works as the director of research for ZYX. She did not get that position by nepotism since virtually every hi-tech company in the country tried to hire her. She is the most beautiful woman, inside and out, and the kindest person, that I have ever seen in my life. No one would ever mistake us for siblings, however, not just because she is half Vietnamese but also because she is five feet two inches, 105 pounds, and I am six feet five inches, 280 pounds, with blond hair. While the other three members of my family are legitimate geniuses, I am not, in part because I have Asperger's and some learning issues. I am unusual for someone with that Syndrome, however, since I am gifted mathematically, and verbally a virtual idiot. I barely graduated High School since except for math, where I got all As, I got virtually all Ds in all of my High School classes. I would have flunked most of those classes without help from LuAnn and my Mom. I took the SATs despite no possibility that I could get into college. I was so discouraged after finishing the verbal section that I left without doing the writing sample. Not surprisingly, I got a perfect 800 on the math part but a pathetic 350 on the verbal part. I also work for ZYX in the accounting department. While I definitely got the job because of nepotism I have subsequently earned it since I can analyze numbers better than anyone else in the department and have caught many errors in financial documents that could have caused major problems of all types for ZYX if they had not been detected. My Dad told me that the head of accounting considers me a valuable member of the team, and no important financial document is ever distributed outside of accounting unless I review it first. My family was about the most loving that I have ever heard of. From the time that I was a toddler I had a strong sense of loyalty to and protectiveness of all three of them and would do anything for them. I don't know if those characteristics were related to my Asperger's, but my Mom thinks that they are, and she's the expert. Since I was always big and strong for my age, no one ever picked on LuAnn at school - or if they did they were sorry, big time! Our parents gave LuAnn and I good values and a positive outlook on life. One thing that they always emphasized was addressing problems head on. No looking the other way, hoping for the best, or working around a problem. Both LuAnn and I live our lives with that as one of our guiding principles. ***** I might have been a professional athlete except for a lack of self-control in some situations, especially where my overprotectiveness of LuAnn was concerned. The prime example occurred during my sophomore year in High School. At the time I was six feet four inches, 260 pounds, with just 8% body fat. I was not only the starting left tackle on the football team, but only one of two sophomores to make All-State. The wrestling coach talked me into wrestling after football season since he needed a heavyweight. Even though I didn't have much technique I won eight of my first ten matches, four by pins, against older and much more experienced wrestlers, primarily because I had a significant strength advantage over all of them. LuAnn always attended my meets and cheered me on from the first row of the bleachers since we were as close as a brother and sister could be. Even though I was a year older, by then she was a year ahead of me in school since she skipped two grades because of how smart she was. The guy I was wrestling, Chad Chambers, was a senior and the runner-up in the State championship tournament the year before. The team match was tight and would likely be decided by the heavyweight bout. Shortly before my match was supposed to start I saw Chambers go over to LuAnn and say something to her. It was obvious what he said distressed her. I went over to her and saw a tear in her eye. "What did he say, LuAnn?" I asked. Trying to calm me down she gave a fake laugh and said "Nothing, Aiden, just normal scholastic trash talk." Although because of my Asperger's I'm not perceptive, I knew that wasn't true - she just didn't want me to do something extreme. It didn't work. As soon as the match started I bull-rushed Chambers off the mat. I didn't stop with the whistle, however. I got him in a choke hold - illegal in wrestling - and wouldn't let go even when it was clear that he had passed out. I was so angry that I apparently had zoned out. I was told later that it took both coaches, the referee, and the two light heavyweights to detach me from Chambers; I likely would have killed him if they hadn't. One thing I do remember is LuAnn coming over to me as I sat at the edge of the mat while Chalmers was being dragged away from me and the coaches were holding my arms. She held my face between her tiny hands, kissed me on the forehead, and told me "It's OK, best brother. Just calm down. I've got your back." The EMTs, and the police, were called. My wrestling coach and LuAnn talked the cops into letting her ride with me in the back of the police car. Since the cops were about half my size and they saw what I had done to Chambers I think that they were happy to have LuAnn's stabilizing influence for our trip. I spent the night in jail. Not surprisingly I was in a bad mood. One of the other "guests," either not the smartest guy in the world or someone with a highly over-inflated opinion of his toughness, or both, tried to bully me and made some gross comments about my "relationship" with my mother. I smashed him against the bars, knocking him out cold. Fortunately the fact that he put his hands on me first was caught on the jail cameras, and he was a hated regular "guest," so nothing ever came of that. The next day I was bailed out by my parents and LuAnn. My parents didn't really get mad at me, but they were concerned. When we got home LuAnn sat on my lap in the living room. "Aiden, you're my hero, and I know that you were protecting my honor. I love you for it. But you don't need to do that anymore; we're not on the playground now. I'm a big girl. It would have been better for you to just beat that asshole in the match rather than almost kill him." She kissed me on the forehead then continued, pinching my cheeks with one of her little hands. "Promise me you won't do something like that again, big brother. Promise me." "I promise, LuAnn. But what if someone is going to physically hurt you?" I asked. She got a big smile on her face. "Then you can knock his block off - but no fighting over just words, OK? Promise?" "I promise, LuAnn," I replied with my own smile. "All right. Then let's go bowling," she giggled. Bowling was one of her favorite activities, probably because she could overcome my strength with her finesse. She gleefully beat my ass. I don't know what the details were but the charges against me for assaulting Chambers were dropped. I don't know whether my father's influence or money was responsible, or the fact that my father was represented by the best bad-ass law firm in the city. Unfortunately, however, the athletic conference my High School was in banned me from wrestling forever, and from all competitive sports for a year. During that year I developed other interests, including film, chess, weightlifting, and cross-training. Although I became a physical fitness nut - which has continued to this day (I still have only 8% body fat) - I never returned to competitive athletics. One thing that that wrestling match did was give me real street cred. While I was always so big for my age that I was rarely picked on, after that incident no one who knew me, ever, ever, messed with me - or LuAnn. Actually for LuAnn it was a two edged sword. Creeps stayed away from her for fear of me beating the shit out of them, but some guys she might like to have dated probably didn't want to ask her out for fear of offending her and incurring my wrath. She never complained, but it bothered me. One day I said to LuAnn "I'm sorry that guys are afraid to ask you out because they're afraid of me. Do you want me to transfer to another school?" She first looked angry; then comforting. "Aiden, unless I find another guy like you - the perfect guy - I don't care if I have dates every weekend. Don't you dare transfer - I want to be with you as much as I can be." Then she rose on her toes, pulled me down by the neck, and kissed me, with a tear in her eye. She had similar responses every time I brought the subject up, even into our twenties. I knew that she couldn't be serious because how could a genius think that someone with Asperger's was the "perfect guy?" I interpreted her comments to mean that she was looking for someone who loved her unconditionally, like I did, and would lay down his life for her, like I would. ***** About two years after I started working for ZYX a girl that I knew in High School - but who was never particularly solicitous of me - by the name of Jennifer Brighton saw me at a food store. She had just graduated junior college and had gotten an apartment - as it turns out - in a complex right next to mine. Jennifer had attended a number of pool parties at my parents' house while in High School because her dates were invited. I don't think that LuAnn or I ever invited her ourselves, but of course we had no problem with her showing up as the date of an invited guest. She did make numerous flattering comments about my parents' tastes and wealth during at least two of the parties. LuAnn overheard her say to her date at one of the parties "If I ever got to be as rich as the Altmans are I hope that I will have their same good taste." When my eyes met Jennifer's - she was already looking at me - she immediately initiated a conversation. "Hi, Aiden," she said with a flirtatious smile. "I haven't seen you since High School. How are you doing?" "Hi Jennifer," I replied. "I'm doing good; how about you." I know that I should have said "well" instead of "good," but looking at her beautiful face and smokin' body I was not thinking straight. We engaged in some small talk and she asked me to take her to lunch. I enthusiastically agreed. There are several things I need to tell you about Jennifer. Next to LuAnn I thought that she was the best looking girl/woman I had ever seen - in fact, out of my league. She was almost a 100% Caucasian version of LuAnn, including also being 5'2", and about 110 pounds. The extra five pounds she had over LuAnn had to all be tit weight. I remember many guys in High School marveling about how she could walk upright without a back brace her tits were so oversized. Another thing about Jennifer was that she very "forward," hence asking me to take her to lunch. She had the reputation of being a gold-digger and never had any relationships that lasted very long; in fact she was famous for having multiple boyfriends at the same time, whether they knew about each other or not. She was not particularly academic or intelligent, but she was very wily. Another thing that I found out was that Jennifer was an incredible fuck. While I got as much tail as someone with Asperger's could reasonably expect, mostly due to the expert socialization my Mom gave me and also because I was always kind and respectful to all females, I was not the most sexually experienced guy in the area. However I did pride myself on giving good oral and treating my sexual partners properly with their satisfaction my number one priority. I thought that I had had some really great sexual experiences - that is until I first fucked Jennifer. The next weekend after our "lunch date" Jennifer and I went out at night. After dinner we went to a dance club, something that I wasn't particularly comfortable with, but Jennifer made me feel at ease with her constant attention. She oohed and aahed when she stroked my biceps, something that she did often that night. The evening was punctuated by what initially was a bad experience, although it turned out to be great. When I went to the washroom I came back to our table and saw two drunk guys sitting with Jennifer. One tried to put his hand on her leg and she pushed it off - he didn't want to take "no" for an answer. Bad mistake. I picked the handsy guy up by the neck and told him to leave. Apparently these two guys' bravado was fueled by alcohol because nobody their size would ever take on somebody my size if they had their wits about them. His buddy made the gaffe of swinging at me, hitting me a glancing blow on the right side of my face. I knocked him out cold with one punch. The handsy guy then hit me on the left side of my face with an even less forceful blow than his buddy's was. I knocked him out, also with one punch. Two bouncers at the dance club tried to evict me. I told them I'd go peacefully but to take their hands off of me. They didn't listen so I knocked both of them out too - that took five punches. With a big smile on her face Jennifer stepped over one of the prone bodyguards, grabbed my big hand with her tiny one, and led me out of the club. "Come to my apartment, Aiden, and let me look at those nasty bruises on your face - you're my hero!" When we got to Jennifer's apartment the last thing on her mind was the bruises on my face (even if they did exist; I could find no traces of them when I looked in the mirror the next morning). It was very clear that she wanted to make me feel better, but not by tending to my bruises. Rather she wanted to see if I'd feel better if I made a sperm deposit in her pussy. "I'll probably be able to help you more if I'm not encumbered by my clothes," she chirped shortly after we made it past the threshold. With that she slowly stripped in front of me, making eye contact the whole time. At least I think that she made eye contact, but I can't really be sure since I was looking at her perfect oversized tits and inviting hairless pussy. Once Jen was undressed she cooed "It probably would help my inspection if you had your clothes off too, Aiden. Let me help you." She proceeded to take her time removing my clothes occasionally giggling at the flagpole in my pants. Once she exposed my rigid cock she stroked it gently and chuckled "I hope that this thing fits in my poor little pussy. It would be so terrible if it didn't, wouldn't it big boy?" Then she lightly squeezed my balls and pushed me backwards onto the couch in her living area. Once I was seated with my cock sticking upright she backed her ass into my face and said "Look at how wet you've made me Aiden. I really need to do something about it." She then held onto my cock and gingerly lowered her pussy onto it, taking a few seconds to adjust after she lowered each inch. I involuntarily started groaning it felt so good. Jen let out a long, loud combination sigh and moan when I was fully buried, and then she started moving up and down a little while squeezing her pc muscles. I instinctively wrapped my arms around her and mauled her immense boobs as I started to buck upwardly every time that she pulsed her pc muscles. I couldn't believe how quickly she climaxed the first time - and then a second time - and then a third time. I had hoped to make this heavenly experience last, but given her bouncing up and down and flexing of her pussy muscles there was no way that I could continue for more than a couple of minutes. With a loud groan I unloaded what seemed like a pint of cum into her restless pussy just as she was wracked by her fourth orgasm. She went limp and would have fallen off of me if I wasn't glommed onto her massive tits. While at that point I was certainly no virgin, I had never, ever, had a sexual experience that was anywhere near that satisfying. Every nerve in my body tingled, and every time that she moaned as my dick continued to move around in her pussy and my hands continued to manipulate her nipples an electric charge ran down my spine. I would like to say that I fucked her again that night but that wouldn't be quite accurate. Actually, before the sun came up the next morning she had fucked me two more times, both of those times in bed. She would have fucked me again in the shower the next morning only by then my poor cock was worn out, so she settled for fondling my balls while I sucked and licked her prodigious knockers. After our shower I ate her pussy and sucked on her clit to bring her to two more orgasms before I left. I hadn't eaten food for breakfast, but I was one happy, satisfied, caballero. After that, Jennifer had me. I would essentially have done anything to get to eat and fuck her sweet pussy again. Surprisingly, however, she didn't make me jump through hoops and treated me, with minor exceptions, much better than I remember her treating her boyfriends during High School. Also, she had a pleasantly high libido and was very anxious to fuck seven or eight times a week, and have me eat her an equal number. I couldn't have been happier since I typically experienced seven orgasms a week, and her fifteen or more. The dance club incident increased my street cred to an even higher level. This was certainly due in part to the fact that Jen would tell anyone who would listen about it. If I was around I'd get embarrassed and turn red, but when I did she'd almost always whisper into my ear "I'll make it up to you." She always did, normally by riding me reverse cowgirl while she massaged my balls and I fingered her pucker hole. Fucking in this way was so euphoric that I was often rendered temporarily comatose. One thing about her that did irritate me, however, and that she didn't make up for by fucking me comatose, was flirting with other guys in my presence. It wasn't really fair to them because most of the time they knew my reputation, or even if they didn't were intimidated by my size, and were too afraid to act upon it. It also wasn't fair to me because it would take the edge off of a good time. I have to admit that I became jealous and over-protective. Sometimes after a particularly flirtatious outing as I was driving her home Jen would ask me - she always said that it was in a joking mood, but with my Asperger's I never knew if it was or not - "What would you do if you caught another guy fucking me, big boy?" My standard response was "You better hope that it was someone you hated because I'd kill him." "What would you do to slutty little me?" was her normal follow-up question, sticking her tongue in my ear right after she said it. "I'd fuck you and then dump you," was my standard reply. That normally resulted in a giggle from her, and then she'd try and stroke my cock through my pants. ***** After Jennifer and I had been dating - and fucking - about five months she started bringing up the subject of marriage. To be honest I was quite amazed by that since she had never appeared to be the marrying type, and despite the fact that I was certain that I was satisfying her sexually, because of my Asperger's I still considered her out of my league. Asperger's Is No Drawback I needed to talk about it with someone who had my best interests at heart, so of course I talked to LuAnn. While LuAnn knew that I had been porking Jen, I'm sure that LuAnn was as astounded as I was about Jennifer's interest in marriage. LuAnn knew Jen in High School better than I did, and never liked her since LuAnn considered her to be a manipulative and slutty gold-digger. LuAnn was very concerned for me, and that my sexual passion for the little big-boobed marvel would lead me to do something stupid. LuAnn questioned me about the subjects of conversations I had had with Jennifer. Under LuAnn's questioning I started to realize that many of the inquires Jennifer had of me had to do with my parents' wealth and my salary and benefits at work. She had met my parents twice after we started dating and was - according to what LuAnn said after talking to my parents because I wasn't perceptive enough to catch on - "obsequious" in her dealings with them. "I'm wondering, Aiden, if her talk of marriage isn't because she's gold-digging. That is the way she was in High School, if you'll remember," LuAnn told me the second time we discussed the subject. Like I said, LuAnn is a genius, and had only my best interests at heart, so I wasn't the least bit "hurt" by her analysis. I just didn't know what to do about it. I'm not sure that I knew what romantic love was - given my Asperger's - but I knew that I enjoyed the hell out of keeping Jennifer's company; and that the sex was so beyond awesome that it wasn't even in the same zip code! "What can I do, LuAnn?" I asked, not knowing how to proceed. "I'll have a detailed plan by tomorrow," she said with a diabolical grin. She did! LuAnn's plan was simple in concept, complex in execution. We would pretend that my parents had disowned me, that I lost my job and had to get a lower paying one, and that I got evicted from my apartment. LuAnn informed my parents of what was going on, and after a little reluctance on their part they agreed to go along with it. LuAnn can be very persuasive if she wants to be, especially with my Dad who thinks that she is the greatest thing since sliced bread (because she is). She won them over by saying "One of the most important things that you taught Aiden and I was to address problems head-on. Aiden has the problem of wondering if this girl is legitimate, and we need to address it just like you taught us." LuAnn's plan was implemented over a one month period. She did up two different scripts for me for fake conversations with my parents. First my mother, and then a few days later my father, called Jennifer's apartment when I told LuAnn that we would be there. Jennifer answered the phone each time when first my mother and then my father called, but as soon as I got on the phone LuAnn took over for my parents. She would read to me what I was supposed to say from the scripts that she had written, and tell me whether I was to act angry, surly, or whatever. My end of the conversation was clearly overheard by Jennifer, and the things that LuAnn told me to say were not pleasant. LuAnn also printed up a fake termination notice from ZYX Corp., and a fake eviction notice from my landlord. Both LuAnn and I were truly surprised by Jennifer's reaction. While Jen was a little shell-shocked and despondent after my first phone conversation, following that she seemed to take everything in stride, even when we showed up at my apartment after a date to a "surprise." The eviction notice LuAnn had made up was on the door and I pretended that my key no longer worked. "I guess you'll have to just come and live with me, big boy," was her reaction. "Don't let it get you down. It's just a chance for more sex." "We won't be able to go to my parents' pool, or to the country club that they belong to anymore," I sighed. "Hey, there's a pool in my apartment complex - that will do just fine," she cheerily replied. This was a big concession on her part because the pools at my parents' house and country club were about ten times nicer than in the apartment complex, and Jen loved to show off her body strutting around the country club pool, or diving in and then re-emerging wet, in her string bikini. When I began living with Jennifer I would leave for work in blue collar clothes - I supposedly was a janitor - and then change at the office. Her only negative attitude came after I had been living with her for about a week when she said "I had hoped for a big wedding - with your parents' financial help - but now we'll just have to have a small one because that's all my parents will be able to afford. You better make it up to me by eating me out twice as much - got it big boy?" At that point she sat back on the couch in her living area, spread her legs to reveal her naked pussy, and laughingly said "Get to work! A week after her laughing "Get to work" (I brought her through three oral orgasms before I fucked her that night) comment I talked to LuAnn again. "She's surprised the hell out of me," LuAnn said as she shrugged her shoulders. "She's either changed or a better person than I gave her credit for. Do you love her?" "I really think that I do, LuAnn. Not like I love you, or Mom, or Dad, but I really enjoy her company and - well - about sleeping with her—well..." "Since when are you bashful around me, Aiden? You really like fucking her, don't you?" LuAnn chided me. "Yeah...I really do," I sheepishly replied. "Then ask her to marry you, and we'll stage your 'reconciliation' with Mom and Dad a week after that," she responded - not enthusiastically, but forcefully. Two days later I took Jen to a restaurant that she loved, but that she thought that we didn't have the money to go to since I was "disowned" by my parents. "Can we really afford this, Hun?" she asked as we walked into the front door of the restaurant. "I wanted to surprise you, but I won $250 in the lottery and I wanted to do this for you because you've been so great," I lied. She got a big smile and kissed me. After a dinner that she thoroughly enjoyed we took a walk along the riverfront. At a secluded part bench I sat her down, got on one knee, pulled an engagement ring out of my pocket, and said "Jen, you're way out of my league. You're the sexiest, greatest, most wonderful woman;" actually, next to LuAnn I thought that she was. "If you'd marry me you'd make me the happiest guy in the world." Of course since my parents had not really disowned me, and since I had saved money ever since I began working and my parents were happy to kick in, the engagement ring was really nice; much nicer than Jen would have been expecting. LuAnn had gone with me to buy it to make sure that it was in good taste. Between her looks at me, the ring, and the tears forming in her eyes, she yelped "Yes...Yes...Yes!" As far as I know she never took that ring off again - certainly not when I saw it. She went to bed with it on, washed dishes with it on, exercised with it on, showered with it on; she didn't care. Since I "reconciled" with my parents, got my old job "back," and was able to enter my apartment again after my parents paid the "arrears" rent, a week after our engagement, Jen was even happier. However, she insisted that I give up my apartment and continue to live with her, and that we just split the rent until we got married. "I really like fucking whenever I feel like it," was her reasoning as she stroked my cock and then impaled herself on it while passionately kissing me. Who was I to argue? There was one minor dustup before the wedding. LuAnn, always the pragmatist, again steered me right. She said that we needed a pre-nup, especially since I was going to come into a significant amount of money (on the order of a million dollars) from a trust fund that my parents had set up for me when I turned twenty eight. Since Jen and I had never talked about how old I was and it would be easy for Jen to believe that I had started school late and/or been held back a grade or two because of my Asperger's, LuAnn convinced me that as a safety measure I should tell Jen that I was twenty five even though I was twenty three. I did, and even put the wrong year of birth on my marriage license (I could always say that I meant the "9" to be a "7"). That way she could be tested once again. I thought that it was overkill and that no further testing was necessary but LuAnn had never once led me astray, so there was no way that I wasn't going to listen to her now. The pre-nup said that if divorce was filed before I got my trust fund at twenty eight that the trust fund was completely exempt from the divorce settlement. Jen wasn't real pleased by the pre-nup, but she did agree to it if there was a provision that if either of us was convicted of a felony then the pre-nup did not apply, and normal family law (i. e. a 50-50 split of everything) took over. I thought that provision strange, but I wanted to get married and wanted the pre-nup so I agreed to it. Jen got her big wedding, the bill primarily footed by my parents who were only too happy to do so. While my parents were still put off a little by her obsequious behavior toward them, they otherwise liked Jen and it was easy to understand - given her looks - why I wanted to marry her, and their main concern was my happiness. Since neither family was religious, the wedding was at my parents' country club. The person presiding was a justice of the peace, or something like that. Jennifer had secretly written the wedding vows for us. A number of people mentioned to me that they thought the vows odd, although they never specified why. Since LuAnn and my parents had tears in their eyes during the ceremony, I doubt that they really focused on the specifics of the vows, or even knew that Jennifer had written them. It was a beautiful day; the ceremony was in the smaller of the two ball rooms, and the reception, with live band, was on the veranda. LuAnn was a bridesmaid and looked fabulous, on par with the bride - although I would never tell anyone that. Jen looked the best that she ever had in her life - I had to pinch myself several times to make myself believe that it wasn't a dream. My parents also paid for our honeymoon in Aruba at the Renaissance Island Resort & Casino. It was a fantastic place where we had a great time. There was only one drawback to it; it has the only private beach on Aruba and topless female beachgoers are not only allowed, but encouraged. As a red-blooded male that would normally have been great for me - except that my wife had by far the best tits there, and consistent with her personality really enjoyed showing them off, so I was constantly on guard to protect her from leering eyes. Jen did make it up to me, however. Despite the fact that we had lived together for several months before our honeymoon she took our sex life to a new level. Everything about the place and our situation had heightened her libido - which I didn't think was even possible - and we fucked like minks. By the time that our week was up my cock was so sore that the plane ride home was excruciatingly painful - in no position did my cock not hurt. I was proud, however, that I had fucked Jen bowlegged. Our last honeymoon fuck was so close to our flight time that we barely made it to the plane before they closed the door. Despite my sexual fatigue at the time of the last fuck I had rallied and deposited a monster load in Jen's anxious pussy. Every so often on the flight back she would get this funny look on her face, playfully punch me on the arm and whisper in my ear "You bastard; your cum is still leaking from my cunt," before she smilingly went to the washroom to clean her thighs off. ***** Married life with Jen was always exciting, most of the time good exciting, sometimes bad. We actually liked quite a few things in common, including old movies, dancing, and working out. Jen loved our work-out routine. Normally we would go to the health club we belonged to four days a week and work out together. Jen insisted that the workout include me bench-pressing her. She learned to wrap her body tightly and remain stiff while I did thirty or forty reps holding onto her waist and a thigh. She giggled almost throughout. She had me lift her over her head a couple of times too, but the management didn't like the liability associated with that, so we stopped after the first two times that I did twenty reps with her over my head. The best part of being married to Jen, though, was the sex. While of course we couldn't keep up the average of at least once every day that had characterized our lead-up to the marriage and first year of wedded bliss, after three years we were still having mind blowing sex about four times a week. What remained bad, however, was her constant flirting with other guys and teasing me about it. Just like before we were married dozens of times over the first three years of marriage she asked me "What would you do if you caught another guy fucking me," and my predictable response was "He better be someone you hate because I'll kill him. We bought a house together after a year of marriage, and at that point I looked forward to a rosy future with Jen. We even started talking about kids, although we agreed to wait until we were both in our late twenties and my trust fund had kicked in. I was enjoying my life at work, in addition to enjoying my wife. Jen seemed happy with her work, as a claims adjuster in an insurance office, too. Her only complaint about work was that her immediate supervisor, a single guy named Jeff Lovell, was an asshole who was holding back her chances for advancement. Not only didn't she like his personality but she was sure that he was porking one of their co-workers, and that she was getting special treatment because of it. Things started getting a little weird about the time of my twenty sixth birthday - which Jen thought was my twenty eighth. She started regularly asking about my trust fund. It got to the point that she blatantly asked for a present to celebrate it, and I had to borrow $5,000 from LuAnn - the mortgage on our house and Jen's lifestyle didn't leave me with much ability to save - in order to get her some emerald estate jewelry to placate her. Within three months of my fake twenty-eighth birthday several troubling signs - even for a less-than-observant Asperger's guy like myself - arose that caused me to become suspicious. Jen would seem to be on the phone when I walked into a room, and then quickly get off and have a guilty look on her face. Unexplained flowers would show up at our house, never with a card. She would go out for drinks with people at work. Finally, things came to a head for me late one Saturday afternoon when Jen was visiting her parents. I went onto our home computer and saw that she hadn't signed off and there was an email from an address that I didn't recognize. The email said "Tuesday was phenomenal. I can't wait for the next time I fuck your awesome pussy. J.L." Can't get much more blatant than that, can you? I looked at Jen's calendar, lying open on the left side of the computer desk. The previous Tuesday had the notation "J.L." and a smiley face. Another "J. L." notation was for the upcoming Wednesday, along with "Rox. #129, noon." In keeping with our parents' teachings that you address every problem head-on I immediately called LuAnn. She told me to come straight over. I was both devastated and furious, and almost got into two accidents driving the ten minutes it took to get to her house. I also became embarrassed when I saw a guy with an unhappy look on his face pulling out of her driveway just as I got there. "LuAnn, did I break up a date of yours?" I said when she answered the door, and I noticed that she looked somewhat disheveled rather than her normal pristine self. "No big deal, big brother," she said pulling my head down to give me a kiss. "You're more important than any date." I started to apologize and protest, but she would have none of it, and wrapped both hands around one of my biceps and then led me into her living room and sat on my lap after I sat on the couch. I gave her a printout of the incriminating email and told her everything that I had observed including the calendar entries; I also told her about Jen's flirtations with other guys and teasing of me. LuAnn asked lots of questions, including prying some more into Jen's demand for a present to celebrate my fake coming into my trust fund. I saw the wheels turning in that genius brain of hers. Finally she got this look of realization in her eyes. "Things are weird - way weird, Aiden. We need to address this head on. You try to act as normal as possible. I'll have a detailed plan by tomorrow, we'll talk to Dad, and things will work out," she said. Then she gave me a quick kiss on the lips, and a smile. The thoughts that ran through my head surprised me. "Why does this wonderful beautiful creature have to be my sister?" I asked myself, "Or why can't Jennifer be like LuAnn?" ***** The next Wednesday, at 11:50 a.m., I waited outside the Roxbury Motel on Route 15 in a rental car. I only had to wait ten minutes before Jeff Lovell pulled up in his Camaro. He got out of the driver's side and Jen got out of the passenger's door. They walked up to Room 129, Lovell inserted his key card, and they entered. The curtains were drawn closed. I impatiently waited ten minutes, just as LuAnn had instructed me to. Then I went up to 129, used my own key card to open the door, and walked in. Lovell was on his knees with only his boxers on, eating Jen's pussy as she lay naked on the queen-sized bed in the room with her legs spread apart, moaning. Lovell looked at me wide-eyed; Jen yelped. I roughly grabbed Lovell by the shoulders and lifted him up. Soon there was red over his face, boxers, and the entire front of his body as he slumped to the floor with a "thud," and lay motionless. When I turned to look at Jen I saw her on the phone telling the front desk to call 911. I just went over to the single armchair in the room and collapsed into it and put my face in my hands. "Why, Jen, why?" I mumbled through my hands, suppressing tears. "I'm sorry," was all that she had to say, as she put her clothes back on. Two detectives were there unbelievably fast, as was an ambulance. They got there almost before Jen was fully dressed. The plainclothes detectives asked Jen "What happened?" "My husband," she said motioning toward me, "walked in on me and my lover. I hope that he didn't kill him," she continued now gesturing toward the still Lovell, lying in a pool of red on the floor. When the detectives looked at Lovell, I looked at her. There was a sly smile on her face. The police took me away from the motel in handcuffs and Lovell left in the ambulance. That same day, after ten p.m. at night, I was led by the two detectives into a Courtroom on the 4th floor of the City Courthouse. Only Jen, LuAnn, my parents, and a friend of LuAnn's from work, were in the spectators' area. A guy in a cheap suit was at the prosecutor's table; my Dad's lead attorney was at the defense table. I was led to that table and sat next to him with the two detectives behind me. A woman in a robe walked into the Courtroom. We stood and she told us to come to order. "I understand that we have an emergency matter, and that the prosecution and defense have worked out a quick deal. In exchange for his immediate guilty plea for felonious assault and battery, Mr. Aiden Altman will be sentenced to two years in jail, one year suspended, and pay a fine of $10,000, plus restitution for any injuries that Mr. Lovell may have suffered," she said. "That's right, Judge Smith" my Dad's attorney and the guy in the cheap suit chimed in simultaneously. She asked me, "Mr. Altman, do you understand that this will be a conviction for a felony and since you are pleading guilty that you will not be able to appeal." Asperger's Is No Drawback I rose and said "I do understand, Your Honor." "So be it, then. I enter the plea deal executed by the prosecution and the defense. Officers take Mr. Altman into custody. Court adjourned," "Judge Smith said, rapping her gavel on the bench. I filed out of the Courtroom with the detectives. Jen and her friend left quickly. I peeked back into the Courtroom after I was sure that Jen had left and saw my parents, LuAnn, the guy in the cheap suit, my Dad's attorney, and the woman in the robe, laughing. ***** Jen didn't waste any time. The very next day, Thursday afternoon, I heard from my Dad's attorney that Jen had filed for divorce, asking that the pre-nup be voided since I had been convicted of a felony, therefore entitling her to one-half of our marital assets, including my trust fund which she "estimated to be $955,000." I don't know how she got that figure, but it was close to being right. Imagine Jen's surprise when she got into work on Friday morning, all beaming and happy, when Jeff Lovell walked up to her desk as she was sitting at it. Jen looked like she had seen a ghost when she saw Jeff's flawless face and toothy smile and stammered, "Jeff, uh, oh, well, I'm so glad that you recovered so fast." "Are you really, you conniving bitch?" he asked, his toothy smile morphing into a snarl. "Here are your transfer papers," he barked as he threw some documents on her desk. "At 10:00 a.m. pack up your stuff and get the fuck out of here. You're moving to the branch office on Chestnut Street. But wait until 10; got it bitch?" A stunned Jen only nodded. As she sat red-faced at her desk looking over her transfer papers, at 9:55 Jen saw a guy in a suit approaching her with an envelope in his hand. "Jennifer Altman?" he gruffly asked. "Yes," she timidly replied. "You've been served," he chortled as he tossed the envelope onto her desk. Jen opened the envelope and saw that I was suing her for divorce for adultery, that the pre-nup was still in force, and that I had not yet come into the trust fund. How do I know all this? I was watching on closed circuit TV in the main conference room where Jen worked. Once I saw tears forming in her eyes I left the conference room, walked by her desk, and simply said "You are a great con man, Jen; I guess that this time I - with my family's help - was a little better." I think that she fainted. I'm not sure since once I broke eye contact with her I didn't look back, but I heard a thud and I did notice the co-worker that she had gone to the Courtroom with rushing toward her desk. I went into Lovell's office, shook his hand, gave him $5,000 in cash, and drove to meet the locksmith who was going to change the looks in our house. When Jen got home that night a Deputy Sherriff served her with a restraining order that a real judge was happy to grant given what she had tried to do to me. She was also given the key to the storage unit that had all of her personal belongings in it, and she was told that her parents were expecting her back home. As I watched her out of the living room window she was crying as she walked back to her car, and she just sat in it for ten minutes composing herself before she drove off. ***** Through her attorney Jen asked to meet with me two weeks later on a Saturday. I agreed only on the condition that it be in private in my Dad's attorney's conference room. Jen was sheepish when she walked into the conference room. Except for the circles under her eyes she looked as beautiful and sexy as ever. I waited for her to talk. "I'm sorry, Aiden. I know that I hurt you. However, you're better off without me; and I'll tell you why. But first I have to know how you pulled it off," she said, only fleetingly making eye contact. "I'm not smart enough to have done it, Jen, but LuAnn and my parents are geniuses. And as you well know, my parents are very wealthy and they have the happiness of their children as their number one priority, so it was their plan that did you in," I replied. She nodded, and then I continued. "You were too transparent in leaving clues as to what you were up to. I know that you hated Lovell and wanted me to find out about you fucking him because I always told you that I'd kill anyone that I found out was fucking you. Within fifteen hours of me finding the fake email from him that you intentionally left for me to find LuAnn and I went to see Lovell. I guess only someone as conniving and sexy as you are could have convinced him that you and I were getting divorced and that you had the hots for him. Of course after the first time he fucked you he wanted more. I can't blame the guy." Jen looked a little queasy. "When Lovell found out how agitated I was and how you had played him, knowing that I'd beat the shit out of him when I caught him with you, he quickly decided that he could live the rest of his life having only actually fucked you once. For $5,000 he promised he would get you transferred, rather than fired, so that I wouldn't have to pay alimony when I divorced you, and he would take a couple of days off work so that you wouldn't know what had happened until it was too late. He also didn't really mind it that despite how vile you are that he would have to eat your sweet pussy for a few minutes before we executed our plan." I took a sip of my soft drink. "Want something to drink, Jen, you look a little pale," I chortled. She shook her head "No." "Let's see, where was I?" I mused. "Oh yeah, so Lovell gave me a key to the room he had rented, that morning we had a video camera installed, and LuAnn got some fake blood that they use in the movies - did you know that they call it 'Kensington Gore?' Anyway, she got some, and she and I practiced how I would apply it to Lovell to make it look like I'd beaten him to death. The actual scene that we played out in Room 129 came off even better than our dress rehearsal." I couldn't help snickering. "But weren't those real cops?" she inquired. "Yes, but the front desk didn't call 911. Those two cops were off-duty and waiting in the manager's office for your call. They are the two detectives that run the Police Boys & Girls Club, to which my father is a major donor. They were thrilled to be able to help him out. As soon as they were out of sight of the motel they took the cuffs off me and drove me to my parents' house. Lovell put his clothes back on in the ambulance and they took him home. He took a cab to the motel a couple of hours later to pick up his car, and told his office that he would be out Wednesday afternoon and Thursday. My mother even set him up with a guest tee time at the country club for Thursday," I chuckled. "But that was the real Courthouse," she moaned. "You've been watching too much TV if you think that it is possible, regardless of the circumstances, for a case to move from arrest to conviction in less than twelve hours. My Dad's attorney got use of the Courthouse by calling in a few favors, and the prosecutor was really the bailiff and the judge was one of my Dad's attorney's partners. They thought it was a hoot. Also, just for your information, I am two years younger than I told you, and won't come into my trust fund for another twenty months. I had to borrow the money from LuAnn to buy you that estate jewelry," I said with a smile, even though I was sick inside. Jen groaned. "Now you have to tell me something. How did you pass the gold-digger test that LuAnn set up before we were married?" I asked. Jen perked up a little, and got a temporary smile before answering. "Two reasons. One, at that time I recorded all calls on my home phone, because I had a stalker who didn't leave me alone until he saw you for the first time. When I played back your conversations that were supposedly with your Mom and Dad and found out that it was really LuAnn, and that she was telling you what to say, it was obvious what was going on. Also, I could tell how much your parents loved you and that they would never disown you." I forced a smile. "Now, I need to tell you why you're better off without me," she said. She paused, obviously choked up a little, and then continued. "Before I do, I want you to know that you are by far the best sex partner that I've ever had, and a great guy. If I were capable of love I would have loved you. But if I'm honest with myself, I'm not capable of love - and I'm also not capable of fucking only one guy." My eyes got wide. She sniffled for a few minutes, and then continued. "I've fucked six other guys since we've been married. None more than three times, and I've always made them use a condom, including - as you know - Lovell the one time that he fucked me." With that she shuddered. "To think that I let that creep fuck me, and it turned out to be for nothing," she moaned then shuddered again. I was stunned. She saw the look in my eyes. "I never violated my marriage vows," she continued. "I never put 'honor' or 'forsaking all others' in them, if you will remember." Of course I didn't remember, but was reminded of how some guests remarked that they were "unusual" vows. "A technicality," I gruffly replied, having just had confirmed that she had been playing me our whole time together. "I'm sorry, again, Aiden. That's why you're better off not being married to me, and I'm sorry that I was such a gold-digger and tried to get half of your trust fund. At least I hope that you enjoyed fucking me as much as I liked fucking you," she said, the last sentence in a sultry voice. Shocking me again, Jen got up from her chair, walked over to me swinging her hips, sat in my lap and said "Do you think that we can keep fucking until you find someone worthy of being your permanent mate? If you agree, I promise to make all other guys use a condom, and I'll tell you if I don't so you can either stop fucking me or use a condom yourself. Please - no strings attached," she said, staring into my eyes. I was disgusted with myself that my dick got hard. She couldn't help notice and gave me an evil smile. I lifted her off of me, stood up, and said "I'll think about it. Anything else?" "No," she self-consciously replied. I walked out the door and down the stairs so that I didn't have to ride the elevator with her. ***** To be honest, I was really, really horny for the week following my meeting with Jen. While of course I'd never again have a relationship with her, she was the best fuck I'd ever had - by far. I talked to my divorce attorney, got him to draft a contract for me, and met Jen at a restaurant. As soon as we ordered a drink I started right in. I didn't mince words. "Jen, I really would like to fuck you. Here's a contract that will allow that." Jen was still reviewing the contract - only two pages long, double-spaced - when the drinks arrived. "Tell me I if I got this right," she said with an inquisitive, not accusatory, tone. "This will not affect our divorce, we'll both expedite it to the extent possible; I'll use birth control but if a child is born I won't ask for child support; and you will withhold $25,000 from the sale of our house and pay it to me as soon as I tell you that I'm gonna fuck someone else without a condom, or you cancel the contract." "That's right," I replied. "Plus, if you fuck someone else without a condom and don't tell me, I keep the $25,000." "If I sign, when is it operative?" she asked with a diabolical grin. "Immediately," I replied. "Do you have a pen?" she giggled. I handed her a pen. She signed and dated both copies and handed them to me, stroking my hand when she returned the pen. I signed and dated them, handed one copy to her, and put the other in my sport coat pocket. She took a twenty dollar bill out of her purse, dropped it on the table, chugged her drink, grabbed my hand, and said "Take me back to what use to be our house." I do believe that Jennifer tried to fuck me to death that night. She was as passionate as on our honeymoon. For the first time in history she got me up four times in a ten hour period. I fucked her not just with passion, but with anger, hunger, and ire. There wasn't any love, but enough lust to make up for the lack of it. Despite the continued great sex - Jen and I slept together an average of two or three nights a week, and fucked twice most of those nights - I had a void in my life and started acting sluggish. LuAnn became more and more concerned about me. She told me that I'd never be able to move on until I jettisoned Jen completely, and tried to get me to break it off with her. After I sold the house, and Jen and I split the proceeds, except for the $25,000 that I withheld, LuAnn asked me to move into her house. "Won't I cut into your action?" I asked, half-seriously, half-joking. "What action?" she laughed. "I am getting frustrated by not finding a guy like you. If I do find a guy that loving and protective, I'll let you know. Plus, it's my mission in life to get you away from that cock-sucking leech." Actually, Jen didn't often suck cock; but she sure did fuck. ***** Jen and I didn't really date. We rarely did anything together except fuck. I didn't actually date at all. There was just something unresolved in my life relating to the divorce so that I just didn't have the impetus to put myself out there. The only time that I went to movies, plays or other cultural events was with LuAnn. I did go to ballgames or on bicycle trips with male buddies. I was surprised how I felt when what would have been my four year anniversary with Jen came up. I was morose for days before and after it. Of course LuAnn was tuned into what was happening. When I got home from work on the Friday night after what would have been my fourth wedding anniversary she had a bag packed for me, and one for her. "What's up?" I asked. "I'm doing a one person special intervention on you to get you over your marriage and that bitch. I'm treating you to a weekend at a Five Star Resort," she chirped. "But..." I started to say. She put a finger over my mouth, said "Shhh," and then put her hands on her hips. "Don't give me any lip. We're going and by the time that we get back you'll send that bitch her $25,000 and forget about her. LuAnn drove like a bat out of hell to the resort, about ninety miles away. She had arranged curbside check-in so a valet and bellman simply handed us our keys to what I assumed were our rooms and took the bags away. LuAnn was in a hurry to get there so that we could do some trap shooting - another thing, besides bowling, that she loved - before sunset. Of course she beat my pants off. As soon as we were done trap shooting we went to dinner. We had a great time, drank a bottle of wine, and danced. A few couples asked us if we were on our honeymoon. I chuckled, "No, sorry," while LuAnn simply grinned. After dancing we took a walk around the small lake on the property, sat on a bench looking at the moon, and then walked back to the Resort. As was our custom, we took the stairs to the fourth, and top, floor, instead of the elevator. We went up to a large room at the end of the hall and LuAnn put in her key card. "Where's my room, LuAnn?" I asked, puzzled. "We just have one room," she said, pushing me into it with her little but fierce body. I looked around. I had never seen a room like it - it was ornate and had a number of unusual features. One feature was very obvious. "LuAnn, there's only one bed," I said. I turned around to look at her. She had just put a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door. "I know," was her only response as she dropped her skirt, the only lower body garment that she had on! ***** The day after LuAnn and I returned from our weekend at the resort I got a cashier's check for $25,000 made out to Jennifer and hand-delivered it to her office at lunchtime. As I handed it to her I said, "It's now officially over, Jen. Have a great life," and walked out the door, anxious to get work over with and home to LuAnn.