13 comments/ 4248 views/ 3 favorites Chess Ch. 01 By: justbobkc This is basically all true autobiographical stuff - but I've changed a few things like names and specific places to protect the innocent. I've also changed a few ages to conform to proper standards. ***** Chess is a game invented to help teach principles of structured conflict and specifically warfare in the age of cavalry and castles. It can also teach some principles of sexual power, conflict, and seduction in just everyday human life. One wins at chess by thinking ahead, setting ever more subtle traps and employing ever deeper levels of subterfuge. And actually it is subterfuge in plain sight - as the rules are fixed and the board and moves are plainly visible to all. But "Jedi Mind Tricks" CAN come into play (at least among human competitors.) The Russians call this "maskerova" and employ it as a core principle of both warfare and intelligence activity. Not that this story has anything to do with Russians. So - what does it mean when the most beautiful and sexiest woman in the office wants you to teach her how to play chess? We were already friends, or at least friendly. Her name was Diane and she lived with her boyfriend. We often went to lunch together and generally with her BFF - Jackie. Jackie had previously been a Playboy Bunny, then had gotten married but that didn't work out for her and she was currently going through a rough divorce. Now she worked for IBM as merely a secretary in one of the St. Louis Marketing offices, like Diane, despite her own obvious great looks AND already having a BA degree in some Humanities. But even Jackie wasn't quite as stunningly beautiful as Diane. Diane was about 5 foot 4 inches tall and weighed about 110 lbs. max. She looked to be about a 36C with a very thin waste and the cutest butt that just had that natural wiggle whenever she walked by in her high heels. She was always dressed very nicely and certainly sexy - in the fashionable styles of 1975. I also worked for IBM then (obviously) as an order entry clerk. It was a pretty good job for me but I was way down on the office politics and social totem pole. The actual Marketing Reps and their managers were top dogs, the Alpha males with much higher earnings and the aggressive personalities that successful sales people have. Next came our technical support professionals for the Marketing Reps - the Systems Engineers and their managers. Back then both Marketing Reps and Systems Engineers had to have already earned a minimum of a 4 year college degree and both attended the very same intensive one month IBM school for marketing basics before specialization training. Then on that pecking order scale were the admin folks like us order entry, accounts receivables, and the secretaries and our admin managers. I COULD make a career in IBM through admin - becoming a manager had possibilities for a solid middle class life. I was married then still to my first wife Lynn - but our marriage was on it's last legs and I was increasingly more interested in other women - not that I expected other women to actually be that interested in me. I was not even an "average" guy. Ever. I have experienced a lot of angst in my life just wanting to somehow LOOK average. I was only not quite 5' 8" tall and also small at about 140 lbs. I was only 27 years old in 1975 but already had receding hair and the beginnings of a bald spot. I also had a less than "strong" chin and always wore glasses. And a pretty bad case of acne all through HS and even into my 20's. And I didn't even have two normal, average, eyes. One had been damaged and scarred in an accident when I was 12 years old. Now it didn't quite track accurately and was always kind of weepy and I was effectively blind in that eye. Many surveys of women on "sexual attractiveness" issues indicate that most women rate a man's eyes as the first thing they really look at when first judging him - by looks. Obviously I lose that in comparison with every other just "average" guy. But it wasn't ALL just negative "not-average" stuff for me. If anyone ever got past that just looking beginning. Despite my size I was always very athletic and physical. I could always run faster - and further - than most other boys and men. I was in the top 5% for that - and even right then in 1975 I was a "star" on our weekend office touch football games, and even competing against former college level football players who now were Marketing Reps for IBM. And I was also just mean enough with a touch of that "Napoleon Complex" I never backed down from ANYONE, as far as physical confrontations. I was also actually stronger overall than most other average men. I had beat a lot of ther HS boys my age in arm wrestling and informal wrestling - even though they were always taller and weighed more. Maybe I had a slightly more than average levels of testosterone and even adrenaline (when needed) which caused these athletic abilities - as well as the acne and loss of hair. I was also smarter than average. Despite never being a "nerd" or bookworm, I finished in the top 10% of my HS Senior class of 400 rather easily - and pretty much shocked everyone when I scored in the top 2% nationally on the National Merit Scholarship Qualifying test. I got a nice little certificate and about 2 minutes of local fame for that - but only those top 1% folks actually got any scholarship money. Me and my lower middle class origins would have to handle college on my own. Luckily that accident to my eye happened on public school grounds and we got a little settlement of $10,000 for that which was my college fund and good for just about 2 years at the Univ. of Illinois, where I was accepted. But I was already in "love" - maybe - I certainly was in "lust", big time. I met her just as I was about to graduate from HS in 1966. I was in the band all through HS and we had rented our local small town pool for a graduation party. Our school district had to go to a "6-3-3" system because of overcrowding and lack of buildings. So 9th graders were still in Junior HS and only 10th graders (sophomores already) entered our HS. At this party Eugene (my best friend) yelled at me, "Catch" and threw this very cute strange girl to me. Eugene already had a girlfriend and I don't know how he even got Lynn in his arms - but he threw her at me and I caught her and pretty much didn't let her go the rest of that night - and she didn't complain. She was 17 and had just transferred into our HS for her senior year. I dated her the rest of the summer and we clicked right off. She wasn't the first girl I had "gone steady" with and I wasn't a virgin (barely) - but she was and was reserved about sex. We made out a lot and she was a great and enthusiastic kisser. I generally had my Dad's big Buick as our date car - with bench front and rear seats - and we spent a lot of time at local Drive-in movies or just parking on country roads. She wouldn't even let me touch her breasts for months. Finally, after she had just turned 18, after watching most of "Dr. Zhivago" at the drive-in one rather chilly fall night - she undid the top of her red velvet dress and let me touch, caress, and kiss her breasts. I took my own shirt off as well and we laid together like that, but she still wouldn't let me get to "third base". I was a tad frustrated - but I just masturbated pretty much daily. (Another indication of a tad excess of testosterone, maybe.) My first real girlfriend had been Karla, who was also in the HS band as a saxophone player and my same age. I started dating her just before the start of our Senior years. I called her at the suggestion of another of my band buddies who had dated her for a while but then dumped her. We went roller skating on our first date and she seemed to enjoy it. I saw her quite a bit that summer and she taught me a LOT about kissing and would let me touch her anywhere. My own Mom told me about this time in her own rather direct way, "just be careful and always use rubbers." I told Karla this when we were at the Drive-in soon after that conversation and her eyes got all shiny and she said "have you got them?" But I was SUCH an idiot, I didn't want to use condoms. I had overheard one of our rich playboy BMOC's (big frog in a VERY small pool!) brag to one of his jock friends "Got another cherry last night. She wanted me to use a rubber but I told her I wouldn't - it's like taking a shower with a raincoat on - and she let me go ahead anyway." So I believed that crapola and it cost me some great sex, probably. Karla and I continued dating and just making out through most of our Senior year but she was getting sexually frustrated even more than me, I think now. But she didn't want to get pregnant in HS. Finally I took an advanced Biology course in our HS with an actual college level textbook with details on human reproduction and the female ovulation cycle. I let Karla borrow it and SHE devoured that section - and when she felt it was safe for her, let me have her one night. This was just after her turning 18 and Karla really became more "open" herself. Maybe it was reading that biology textbook. One night she started rubbing my cock through my jeans and I unzipped myself - she grabbed my cock and it became a hand job. Just a few nights later I sort of discovered her clit and just kept rubbing that based on her responses. Her hips started jerking and she was moaning a little. Finally, she grabbed my hand with both of hers and forced it away. She either was scared to orgasm or had a small one already and was in that clit super sensitive zone. But on this next date I didn't know I was REALLY going to get lucky, but I guess I did. Again we were at a Drive-in movie in the big Buick. We were just making out and I had my fingers down her jeans and inside her panties and in her cunt - when right after it got totally dark she just pulled her jeans down and her panties off - and I wasted no time pulling my own jeans down as well. Karla never really got very wet (at least with me the few I times I touched her there) - her pussy was always just kind of had an oily feel, slick and easy to get a finger in but kind of tight. I knew absolutely nothing about oral sex back then (other than French kissing and sucking tits) and Karla never mentioned it either - for her or me. And now here she was with her pants down and her legs spread and pulling me on top of her with my 18 year old diamond cutter erection. She wasn't a virgin but boy was she tight (only years later did I get some glimmer of just why...) I was pushing and relaxing and pushing again and slowly making some headway - but the lack of plentiful natural lubrication AND the incredible rhythmic hard squeezing her vagina was doing around my cock meant that I soon started spurting when I was only halfway inside. Still it was the absolutely best feeling I had ever had in my life. I almost passed out. Sure beat masturbation! But then I got a worried feeling that she MIGHT have gotten pregnant anyway - and that nervousness ended our sexual activity for that night - and forever more as it turned out. What were the chances my very first sex would be a girl with that mythical snapping twat? Well, obviously not mythical but still a pretty rare thing. I've never found another woman myself with that kind of ability - natural or purposefully developed. But I am not any kind of "stud" either - and in truth have only had sex with 7 different women my entire now 68 years of life. I only had one other date with Karla. We had been together for almost a calendar year and most of our Senior HS year - and now our Senior year was almost over. We went out again a few days after our actual sex date - and she wouldn't let me touch her cunt - until right at the end when she grabbed my hand and stuck it between her jean covered legs for a second. She also told me her old boyfriend John had called and asked her out and she was going to start seeing him again because "you and me were never officially 'going steady' ". Yeah, right. Maybe John used rubbers, no problem. Maybe John lasted longer - a LOT longer. I missed untold encounters with that wonderful tight snapping twat because I was too stupid/proud to "wear a raincoat taking a shower". Uh, Dummy - it WASN'T taking a shower, ever! And a lubricated condom would have helped me get in her AND last longer. Idiot. Anyway, I never called her again and spent about 2 days deeply, deeply depressed - but luckily youth is resilient and I had a pretty busy summer lined up anyway. Even before I met Lynn. Karla did call me a week or two later "just to talk and see how you are doing" but I just played it real cool and talked about nothing - no intimacy or really asking about her doings. And that was it. The whole rest of the year I hardly spoke to Karla - saxophones sat on the other side of the band room from the clarinets where I sat. Funny, but almost all our mutual friends we did things with dropped her and stayed friends with me. John and her broke up pretty quickly again, and John went back with his true "steady" a rather strange girl named Zoey (almost a narcoleptic actually - she fell asleep a LOT on bus trips and elsewhere - maybe from all the condom protected sex they had.) And Karla got a whispered rumored "reputation" for giving handjobs or even blowjobs on first dates - and would go with anyone who asked her out. She didn't go steady with anyone else I ever heard about. At the end of HS we signed each other's yearbooks - her words to me were something like "You are a great guy. I should have stayed with you." I heard a few years later she married a farmer in Illinois farming country soon after HS graduation. Wonder if she kept her wonderful strong athletic figure and "hidden talents" all these years? I don't have a clue. I dated a few girls my senior year and even double dated Senior Prom with John and two girls who were like sisterly close to one another (not Zoey, strangely). I think both these girls were interested in John - but one had to go with me. (Kind of like those girls at the annual ball in "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire"). I drove that night and John and his girl spent a lot of time looking for each other's tonsils back there. My date would hardly talk to me. Oh well, John was just a normal "average" guy in looks - about 5'10" and 150 lbs. and a pretty good trumpet player and two good normal eyes. And girls liked him. a LOT. One other interesting sexual thing happened with John, me, and another girl in the band - Carol - once our Senior year. She was a longtime friend of mine because her Dad and mine worked together as IBEW linemen for the local county electrical utility. We had all done something together that day and ended up in my Dad's old 1952 pickup truck this time taking her home. One bench seat and she was sitting between us. John must have just given off some male pheromones (and I know scientifically that's pure BS) because he and Carol were soon French kissing - but then she turned to me and did the same. We both tried to feel her up - but she kept my hands (at any rate) from feeling her tits - while she kept Frenching us both for a while. It was exciting but just didn't feel right. Carol was attractive, but not so much to me, normally. After this she kind of hinted I should ask her out - John was definitely back with Zoey - but I just did not want to. I just never was "stud" (meaningless just fun sex and.or conqueror of girls) kind of material. I was a hopeless romantic in the "true love forever" and KISA - DiD mode. That's "Knight in Shining Armor (saves) Damsel in Distress", of course. I had grown up reading a lot, especially Science Fiction and Fantasy - and specifically Edgar Rice Burroughs and Robert A. Heinlein. Tarzan saved Jane - and loved her and only her (and vice-versa) for life. John Carter of Mars saved Princess Dejah Thoris and - ditto. And even Heinlein espoused this basic ethic and romantic morality in most of his "juvenile" SF - like "Starship Troopers". Of course, "Stranger in a Strange Land" and "The Moon is a Harsh Mistress" had some more liberal sexual memes. Lynn started confiding in me about some of her own problems as an unplanned for "baby" daughter whose closest in age sibling was already 16 years old when she was born. Her mother and father were already in their late 50's when she was 17 and I came along. She told me her mother had been rather cruel to her at times - like tying her to her bed and/or locking her in her bedroom before she was school age.. As an older and (ahem) more experienced male I felt like her knight...after about a year of dating and only to "second base" and with me away most of the school year at the University of Illinois (where I was pretty much unhappy and on academic probation anyway) it was finally summer again and our dating intensified. Lynn was over 18 herself, now. Finally, one night at the Drive-in again and after the first feature movie's worth of heavy petting with our naked chests pressed together, I reached down once more to feel her pussy - and she let me! She was wearing a dress or skirt as she now almost always did on our dates - and I quickly removed her panties. I also pulled my own pants down and - darn it - my erection was gone, the victim of "blue balls" from the almost 2 hours it had ALREADY been hard and unfulfilled. I calmly just explained it to her and caressed her literally soaking wet pussy. Quite a difference from Karla's - no doubt about it. Just a day or two later we tried it again - and her panties came right off much, much earlier that night and soon I was gently breaking her hymen. She bled quite a lot and I again, did not even get it all the way in (just for her consideration) while lasting much longer enjoying her incredible slipperiness and heat. About a week later we did it again all the way and she STILL bled a little more - but after that she was hooked on sex just as much as I was. I was still not using any condoms but I was trying to stick by the basic ovulation "rhythm" method - and that seemed to work all that summer. By the end of the summer she was undressing fully in the car as soon as it was dark and on the way TO the drive-in or our parking spots - letting me fondle her pussy while she grabbed my cock - though she didn't know about blowjobs yet - and I always wanted to just fuck her anyway. She had an incredible sex drive and it actually matched my own. Just maybe a week after I finally took her virginity I was over visiting her at her parents house. They actually kind of liked me as just a kind of nerdy "harmless" older college kid and didn't worry about me, at all. Oops. They had a finished basement as a game/TV room and that's where Lynn and I spent a LOT of time making out. This time I soon had her panties off and I had her on the floor pumping my cock in her very wet pussy. She had her hand in her mouth and moving her head back in forth in ecstasy when her old man started down the steps - I sat quickly right back up on the couch and she grabbed her panties and ran into a half bathroom to fix herself. I don't see how he could have missed what was going on but he never said anything except "where's Lynn"? "In the bathroom doing something" I replied. "OK" he said and started back upstairs. There was a wet spot on the rug where we had just been AND it smelled like sex, to me. But he either never noticed are really didn't care. Well, summer ended and I had to go back to college - even though I was SO "in love" with Lynn and addicted to the sex with her. I didn't have a car and was restricted to very limited bus or train weekend trips back home. I was basically failing my core subjects and just wasting money. I had wanted to be a scientist or technologist of some kind and my declared major was "Engineering Physics" but all my initial college placement tests put me in almost remedial math and science courses - while I DID end up in an advanced English course - with a whole bunch of other really smart Freshmen. Our first day of class the Prof just started with calling out names of stuff I had never heard of - paintings and sculptures and obscure but "important" books - and every time several hands would shoot up with a short explanation of the significance and they really knew what it was. I was starting to feel a little inferior - then he said "Le Sacre du Printemps" and NO ONE ELSE raised their hand so mine shot up: "the Rite of Spring by Stravinski". Bingo, my love of classical music and an excellent in depth HS band history paid off. I ended up with a B+ in that class with C-'s and D's in "Advanced Algebra 101" and "Chemistry 101". Turns out my HS was a tad deficient in science and math while having an excellent English department. Who knew??? Chess Ch. 01 Lynn was actually still in HS - she had about one whole other semester to go do to some transcript problems or core credits differences from her old school district versus ours. About the only other class I got an "A" in was Phys. Ed. I never took any Phys. Ed. all through HS. I had a medical excuse not to, nor was I allowed to do ANY official HS sports because of my Mom and Eye Doctor - who was determined to save the sight in my damaged eye and also had convinced my Mom that playing any sports was just too much a risk to my one good eye. I hated that more than anything, and of course still played all kinds of just pick-up unoffical basketball and baseball and even tackle football sans pads. My Dad had been a HS sports star and even attended Memphis Teacher's College (now Memphis State) on a football scholarship as a halfback and also a starting guard on their basketball team in the 1930's. And he was only 5'9" and about 155 lbs. himself. But that made him quite "average sized" for football back then - and his ability to run a 10 flat 100 in full pads was quite exceptional. Guess that's where some of my own athletic genes came from. Reading Heinlein and Burroughs got me interested in fencing. (Heinlein really did fence on his Naval Academy team - read "Glory Road".) After basic Phys. Ed. I took "Fencing 101" as my next Phys. Ed. elective. I also got an "A" in that class and anyone who passed that class could join the U of I fencing team as a walkon. This was a real Div. 1 program with a few actual scholarship athletes from Chicago area elite private prep schools and quite a successful history with a few Big 10 Championships and occasional NCAA individual champions as well. Of course, the Ivy League and military Academy schools pretty much had dominated teamwise nationally. I started out with foil but was soon switched to sabre. Our sabre coach was from Hungary - the traditional world and Olympic champions' home country. He had a unique style of teaching and coaching - do something wrong or merely not good enough and he would whack you - hard - with his own sabre. Even through our heavy cotton protective jackets it stung. But it also taught us to keep our cool against any and all opponents and provocations. We all worked very, very hard on this team - especially with conditioning early in every season. I annoyed our Captain just a tad by ALWAYS even beating him in our training runs at the end. He was tasked to lead our efforts and motivate us by his own example. What can I say - I was a better than average runner. Not world class though. The other real benefit to being on the fencing team was that we shared our training gym with the U of I cheerleaders - and they even deigned to say "hi" to us occasionally in passing - not that any of us mere fencers had a shot at them. But hey, I was in love with Lynn anyway. That winter I got Lynn pregnant. My trips home around the holidays kind of threw the whole careful rhythm thing out the window. It was probably the time I visited her while she was babysitting some younger kids at their house. By the time I got there they were already asleep. I fucked her and came in her 3 times without hardly losing my erection and certainly not leaving her pussy the whole time. She loved it and I loved it and by then, at least - she HAD figured out how to use some towels under us to limit the wetness staining damage. Could have messed up that couch bad. We got married on Dec. 1, 1967. Our 3 day weekend honeymoon in a local "next small town over" motel was amazing. That night she wouldn't let me go to sleep, after our 4th fuck, I asked her to PLEASE let me go to sleep. She didn't want to. A little further conversation revealed she was actually AFRAID to "sleep with me". I laughed a little bit and then explained that "sleeping together" was just a euphemism for "fucking" - what we had just done 4 times and no way could I do it again before sleeping. So then she relaxed and slept in my arms for probably our first time ever. Poor girl. The next day I was sore and she was SO sore she couldn't believe it. We actually had to buy some KY Jelly and she wanted to do it some more, anyway - and eventually we did, though gingerly. She moved into my Mom and Dad's house and I went back to college - for about 1 week. She hated living there without me and I hated not sleeping with her every night - so I withdrew from school and started looking for a job. We had to get a court's approval to release the $1000 or so that was left in my college account. Getting married and with a pregnant wife was deemed a good enough reason. My Dad asked me to give him $100 from that money and I did though I didn't understand his request, at all. Still not sure I do. He then helped me buy a car - a 1965 Mercury Comet (same thing as a Ford Falcon) for $800 cash and I went to an employment agency in St. Louis who started sending me around to interviews in my one cheap suit. About the 3rd place he sent me was an IBM Office "because I heard they might be hiring" he said. I talked to a couple of managers there I would be working for, and the one thing that seemed to impress them was - my time on the Fencing Team! I had numbered as a Freshmen but getting my Varsity "letter" was only held up by my academic probation. They pretty much hired me on the spot - for like a $475 a month salary (about twice minimum wage then) and all those great IBM benefits. I actually started the last week of 1967 - important because a lot of benefits - like vacation time and even retirement way down the road - were based on calendar year dating rather than actual time employed. Starting January 1968 I was eligible for 2 weeks vacation rather than one, e.g. I didn't really have much to do that first week and they mostly just used me as a "gofer" - like going to one of IBM's Federal accounts and picking up a million dollar check. I had to pay $400 to the employment agency myself - and happily obliged. We soon moved into our own place - a rented trailer for about $75 a month - had a car paid for and a job with a great company and a future. I had a hot pregnant wife who liked sex as much as I did. She never said "no". I mean NEVER. We averaged sex once a day the whole nine years we were married. Some days we literally never did get dressed or out of bed - only for food and drinks. Unfortunately, eventually it did occur she never said "no" to some other guys, as well. We'll get to that. Life is all one big "Catch-22". It really is. Be careful what you wish for - you might just get it. Chess Ch. 02 Thanks to everyone who read Chapter 1 and especially commented. Again, everything here is pretty true as far as I remember it, now, in my dotage. ;-) ************************* Lynn and I had not been married very long when the first signs of trouble in paradise vaguely appeared. Lynn was still only 18, married, pregnant, and forced out of HS by the prevailing standards and norms of that time - 1968. We had one car and I often left it with her and merely rode the bus that serviced downtown St. Louis where my IBM office was. I knew she missed HS and her friends and was probably bored a lot just sitting home all day. And we had enough money to get by but not much extra for things other than necessities, at this stage. One night she went out bowling with some of her girl friends - and maybe her much older sister. Anyway, SOMEBODY bought some alcohol for Lynn and she got pretty drunk and then very horny. I was fast asleep and never did know exactly when she got home. I woke up with the alarm the next morning and Lynn wasn't there in bed with me. I kind of stumbled into the living room where our phone was to call her Mom - figuring maybe she had gone there for some reason - and she was sleeping on the couch. I woke her up and she was mad at me. She said she came home all horny and woke me up and I had a nice hard-on, but then just rolled over and ignored her. Totally pissed her off. I remembered exactly none of this, of course, I never really woke up, I'm quite sure. I told her in the future just climb on and enjoy yourself and I would probably actually wake up at some point. I slowly learned some more about sex, through talking with the older folks in my office, and some borrowed porn books and magazines like "Penthouse." Even as a 20 year old I was by far the youngest person in our office, even the secretaries who also didn't have 4 year degrees. I could not even buy alcohol myself nor "Playboy" or "Penthouse". Eventually I learned about oral sex and Lynn was willing to try anything sexual. First time I explained a blowjob she sucked till I came and swallowed every drop - then licked her lips. She also liked me licking her pussy but preferred me fucking her, actually. The question of Lynn's own orgasm and satisfaction was kind of open. She never seemed to have a specific ogasmic event - like yelling and a climax. I worried about this a tad given my experience with Karla and the nagging feeling she dropped me like a hot potato because I just wasn't good enough for her sexually. I wondered if Lynn was like a "classic" nympho - a woman who always wanted more sex because she never actually orgasmed? But slowly I decided otherwise - both from talking to her and observations. I really think Lynn was merely constantly orgasmic - whenever I was in her. She certainly was wet enough the whole time - and the few times I did come a tad quickly she acted very, very frustrated. I would go down on her when that happened and she accepted it - kind of grudgingly though. Eventually what ended up as our most normal sex was her on top of me riding my cock hard for a pretty long time until she finally just kind of sighed and collapsed on top of me. Then I would roll her off me, roll her on her stomach, and enter her pussy from behind - and she would THEN pump her ass like crazy until I quickly came and we would end up sleeping spooned on her side with my cock still in her. The final and most convincing thing that finally happened was a visit to Eugene's farm in Southern rural Missouri one weekend. Remember that Eugene was my best HS friend who first threw Lynn at me. Eugene had married his girlfriend and his Dad had sold their 12 acre produce farm that was just in our small town's city limits for quite a bit of money - Eugene got enough to buy a 40 acre farm in the Missouri countryside, complete with small pond, a cow, and some pigs. But his wife wasn't exactly the greatest housekeeper or gracious hostess. The house was kind of filthy, actually - and Lynn and I decided to sleep outside together in our one sleeping bag on a concrete patio. Concrete and not even a thermarest pad - ah, to be young again. Anyway, Lynn was just real nervous being outside like that and no tent. Afraid of "snakes", afraid of bears or whatever. She was keeping me awake, so finally I just fucked her. Like always soon as I kissed her and started touching her cunt, she was wet. So - I fucked her for a while until I came and pretty obviously that time was long enough for her, as well. Then she just curled up and went right to sleep. No way she was just faking that and not truly "satisfied" on a very deep level. Another thing about Lynn was that 3 days without sex was just about her limit. If, for some reason we went that long without sex she started getting real bitchy and nasty. Eventually I figured out what was what, and one fuck would put her right back in her more normal and OK mood. But of course there were going to be times when I wasn't around her enough. Even after our first daughter was born - just a few weeks early but still a long and difficult delivery for Lynn of literally days in labor - then a small cut in her vagina and subsequent stitches - with instructions NOT to engage in sex until her gynecologist cleared her - we had intercourse about a week after her return home. Probably tore some stitches and hurt her but she didn't care. If she had the slightest bit of post partum depression, it certainly didn't show up as affecting her libido. And you know the funny thing? She still felt pretty darn tight to me right then and henceforth. Maybe it's time to jump ahead just a tad and explain that. I had discovered some of Lynn's infidelities by late 1975. It wasn't that I couldn't satisfy Lynn sexually, as long as I was there - but the increasing times I wasn't in town due to IBM classes and business as my career progressed, she just couldn't handle without a cock, apparently. And Lynn was a liar. And not a very good one - or maybe she was once a pretty good one but my own naivete and faith in her initially allowed her to get careless, Anyway, I was no longer blindly "in love" with her by this point and I was also stressed by her mental and physical illness issues by then. We had scheduled a ski week vacation in Colorado with the Southern Illinois University Alumni Association. It was a pretty inexpensive barebones bus trip/shared condos vacation with great group rates on lifts, equipment rentals, and basic instruction. I had wanted to try skiing ever since that year of my eye accident - 1960 - when I was stuck at home for 6 weeks but got to watch a lot of the Winter Olympics then. We got to sign up for this because one of our mutual friends - Cara and her husband in the Bridge Club we participated in - were SIU-E alumni. But then Lynn got sick with one of her weird undiagnosable illnesses ("back pain" this time), and went into the hospital. (It's where the best drugs are.) We had already arranged for our kids to be looked out for that week by my mother - so I just said "screw it, I'm going whether you get out of here or not." Well, she didn't and I did. Funny thing is she DID get out of the hospital just a couple days after we all left on the bus - almost like she didn't want to go and had other things planned... Anyway, as it turned out Cara's husband didn't go either, but another male friend of Cara's went, plus two of her female friends as well - Nora and Elizabeth - both married as well but sans spouses. Also one of my own closest friends from IBM then and his young bride also came on this same trip. I was looking forward to learning how to ski and just spending some "chill" time with my friend Walter and his bride and really not much else - but Cara had some other ideas. When we all got to the condo complex, Cara said that us 5 should stay together: her, her friends Don and Nora and Liz, and me. In lieu of the guys in one condo and girls in another as the tour organizer had arranged. Well, no one seemed to care and I didn't either. I liked Cara, she was very beautiful in the face, with a great outgoing personality and with a very voluptuous body. A little too voluptuous for me personally, as far as most attractive - but I wouldn't kick her out of my bed. I had brought my stash of weed with me. Walter and I and a few other IBM'ers actually partaked of a few recreational drugs back then - despite the very real risks to our careers. Anyway, it was Cara's friend Nora who really kind of got the ball rolling. She was flirting with me as soon as we got in the condo. We all ended up crammed in one jeep one of the locals had to take us grocery shopping that first night - with the girls in charge of the menus and us 2 guys just paying our share and being quiet. And on that trip Nora just had to sit in my lap, coming and going. And I just had to rub her ass as well. Turns out Nora was quite experienced with men - in rather large quantities. She was about 34, petite at 5'3" and 105 lbs. with very firm 34B type breasts and a great looking ass in her tight jeans. As generally the case, I was the youngest in the group at 28. After our homemade dinner of spaghetti and salads and wine that night, 4 of us smoked a little weed and Don and Cara headed to the back bedroom together, Liz had grabbed the other one alone as SHE was actually a newlywed herself and promised to "be good" on this trip - and Nora soon was trying to find my tonsils with her tongue. In a flash we were both naked on the living room pull-out couch - and she looked at me and my hardon and gasped, "You're so BIG, she said" pointing to my dick. "But you're so small" just waving her hands generally in my direction. "All the better to fuck you with" I just said as cool as I could. The fact I was larger than "average" had really never occurred to me or been pointed out before - not by Karla or Lynn, that's for sure. (OK - later I was curious and measured myself - basically about 7.5 inches long AND 7.5 inches around mid-penis and almost 8 inches around at the base. This isn't porn star gigantic - but lots of scientific surveys put me up there in the top 2% or even 1% total volume size wise, easily. Google it.) And I did fuck Nora a couple of times that night. Nora said she couldn't really orgasm and I shouldn't worry about it. She had a naturally "hooded" clitoris and that was her problem and not mine. And even though she was married she fucked a lot of men all the time and she felt she was a pretty good expert on men's dicks. My dick was only slightly longer than average but quite a bit "fatter" or thicker and that was what really counted for a lot of women. Well, I was pretty mellow right then. I thought we had a pretty good connection and I had come twice in her sans condom, and was slightly stoned. I thought we would then just sleep together in that couch bed but she wouldn't. She wanted to just sleep on the floor and I thought that a little strange. I begged her just a little to get in bed with me but she didn't - so I let it be. Next morning everyone was real cheery and happy. Don and Cara had obviously spent the night in carnal knowledge as well with no regrets or shame. Hey - we were all in the same glass house and shared a certain MAD defense. Mostly I was looking forward to our first ski lesson and bragging just a little bit to Walt about Nora. Just to tell him quietly, "I slept with one of my roommates, last night." And watch his reaction. Walter, Randall, and I were 3 younger fellows at IBM in admin who just got along naturally. At first I was the only married "old man" and Randy and Walter both had very successful with the ladies bachelor lives. I didn't, of course, being at least physically faithful to Lynn all these years - right up until last night with one partial exception in the recent past. From the stories they told and the girls I saw them with, they had both had sex with lots of different women. I had only had sex with Lynn throughout our married years (till now) - OTOH, I had had LOTS more sex than my two friends - basically every day I was home with Lynn. So, quantity or quality? Boring (???) sameness or exciting strange? It's all a matter of taste, maybe. Now all 3 of us were married and in the same boat, so to speak. But while we were all waiting for our first bus to pick us up and transport us to Winter Park, Nora sort of whispered at me, "You ever had two women at once? I told Cara about your dick and she is in...we can just meet right back here at lunch - just don't mention it to Don." I don't know, maybe I am still just an idiot - but I didn't want to just crap on Don that way and basically hog all the women - PLUS I really wanted to ski all day - and I just explained that to Nora thinking I was probably going to piss her off AND not get anymore sex from anyone the rest of this trip. But she just looked at me a tad funny and said "OK." I loved skiing right from the getgo. For being such a strong and athletic guy I am not really especially all that naturally athletic. I really have to work at learning new skills, but I enjoy the working at it all just fine, anyway. Walter and I were pretty much together the rest of the day first in our morning beginner's class and all afternoon just trying to improve a little on the beginner's hill. I didn't get back to the condo until after everyone else and everyone was in a real good mood and had had fun skiing themselves and was pretty tired. The girls cooked something that was simple and still very tasty, we all had a little wine and smoked some more of my weed. Then Cara and Don headed back to their bedroom and Nora and I just got naked and jumped in our own bed and fucked again with a lot of enthusiasm. All the lights were out and Nora got up to go to the bathroom. I was just kind of drowsing when Nora got back into bed with me and I thought "Aha, NOW she is going to sleep with me." But it wasn't Nora - it was Cara and she wanted to check out my big dick. I started trying to kiss Cara but she wouldn't, so I started sucking on her big tits while she was fondling my dick and feeling it grow. Soon we heard Nora doing some pretty loud moaning in the back bedroom, obviously Don was fucking her and asked her to make some noise. I have no doubts she was just making that noise to please Don but it also turned me on as well. She could sound sexy and like she was coming if that is what a guy needed or wanted. Cara's breasts were quite large - D cups at least - and twice the size of my wife's or Nora's. I liked them OK and my cock was firming up nicely. I headed south and was soon sucking on Cara's clit and she wanted me to stop since Don had just come there. I am not into eating sperm - my own or someone else's - but I am not fastidious about it and I just said "Don't worry - I am just going to stay on your clit" and she started moaning, for real. Soon I got on top of her and started putting my 90% hard cock in her. Her eyes got pretty big and she asked "does that feel good and tight to you?" And I truthfully replied "all women feel tight to me" with a grin. Well, this was only the 4th woman I had ever been in with my dick - and all 4 felt tight. But I could also tell it was still a tad more uncomfortable than pleasant for her (and she had had 2 or 3 kids already herself.) So I pulled out and went back down on her. She soon had a huge orgasm - she moaned and gasped and her legs clamped on my head hard. I loved it. Was a really good ego boost in so many ways. After just a little while she got up - and Nora returned to my bed and arms. Her heart was beating really, really hard - and I don't think it was just from sex. I think I could have abused her right then - like got her to suck my dick and clean all of Cara's juices off and got me off again. As far as I knew everyone ELSE had gotten off twice that night - especially Cara and Don. But I didn't want to do that. Maybe she would have liked it, though. According to just about every porn story I have ever read, she would have definitely liked it. Hmmm. The next morning everyone was just nice and friendly again. No drama, no egos standing out or hurt feelings - like so many married couples often go through on shared vacations like this. Especially with a little first time swinging. It was great - just stay cool, I told myself. Don't expect too much. Tuesday was another great day of lessons in the AM and free skiing all afternoon after lunch. I again spent all day with Walter and Evie, his new bride. She was really sweet and pretty but also pretty much nothing like the sexpots Walter mostly dated in his bachelor days. Don't know what Nora, Cara, or Don did all day. Maybe they all went back to the condo for some play time - or maybe Nora and Cara found somebody else to play with. It crossed my mind but I had no room to complain and certainly not feel jealous about. It's that old Catch-22 again. That night we ate in the condo again (none of us were anywhere near rich and we were all trying to do this on a shoestring) but went out partying for the first time. We ended up at a bar with a huge fireplace in the center of the downstairs room - with a huge metal chimney suspended by chains from the second floor roof. There was a balcony level and bar on that second floor that looked down on the first. That night I mostly hung out with Walter and Evie, just talking and drinking. Nora was very popular and had guys all over her all night, including a lot of dancing. There was a good mixture of vacationers and local staff types in the bar. After everyone was a tad drunk a "big contest" was held - who could climb those chimney chains hand over hand and touch the ceiling first? I think Walter pushed me forward and it seemed like an OK idea. I am pretty strong, remember? And I had been drinking a few Cuervo Gold shots. I actually won - beating out a couple of young ski patrol types. Handsome devils who seldom went home alone, I couldn't help thinking. But I accepted my accolades and proffered drinks rather humbly all in all. Soon after when a slow song was playing Nora walked up and said "aren't you going to dance with me?" Of course - and we did. I am actually a good dancer, and so is Nora. And she has that whole "melt into you" thing down pat as well, while riding a leg. Looked like I was going to get into that one more night, at least, after all. And I did. Wednesday is when it kinda went to shit. I was getting pretty exhausted with skiing all day and fucking if not all night, a LOT of the night. We all went out partying again and the drinking just caught up with me PLUS maybe smoking just a little too much weed. And it wasn't Nora who brought a new guy back to the condo but Cara. We were all smoking some weed and just chillin', I thought - but Don was giving off some bad vibes. Subtle - but bad. Nora eventually steered me to the back bedroom and rather disappointedly and sarcastically said something along the lines of "well, you're no good for me tonight, obviously. Just go to sleep." I drifted off but was awoken by Don in the back bedroom with me slamming things around and basically packing all his shit up like he was leaving. Pretty soon Nora was back there trying to calm him down. Saying basically, look, just cool it - we are all adults AND we are all married to someone else so you don't have anything to complain about. But he was very, very upset. Turns out Cara and Don had been screwing around even back home and Don was "in love" with Cara, while she was just having some casual adultery fun sex. Don was leaving. Period. I tried to calm him down as well but I was still pretty stoned and not real lucid. Don left. Nora moved me out to the living room again with her so that Cara and her new guy could have the back bedroom - and at least some warning if Don came back with violence on his mind. Not likely unless he had a gun. The new guy was pretty big and looked in shape. Too bad for Don. Chess Ch. 02 I held Nora because I knew she was pretty upset with the drama and still a bit mad I couldn't screw her again. So - what was up with that - since we both knew she never got off anyway??? The next morning I was still tired and hungover. Whoever said MJ doesn't leave a hangover hasn't smoked enough. It sure leaves me hungover, when I smoke enough of it. Everyone was pretty somber and wondering about Don. New guy took off before breakfast. Cara had stars in her eyes and the look of love. I read once some marriage counselor once said, "cheating sex is the crack cocaine of sex." Cara was definitely hooked on "new guy" already. Turned out Don had left the building - he had taken a taxi or shuttle to Denver Airport and flown home. Nora seemed more worried than Cara about what shit Don might stir up. I knew Cara's husband from our bridge club and thought he was a pretty nice guy and they had a nice marriage. Funny, but I wasn't thinking of him when I screwed his wife. I had no basis at all to judge anyone. Even last Monday I had already told Nora that I thought my own marriage was pretty much toast and that she shouldn't worry that what we were doing affected it one way or the other. I was surprised that by Thursday morning Nora and I were basically "together" screwing or at least sleeping together every night since that first Sunday. Also that Thursday morning I told her I wasn't going out Thursday night but needed to get caught up on my own sleep - she should plan accordingly and could do whatever she wanted to do. I fully expected her to come back with her own new guy that night. I also planned on calling my wife if I could find her and talk to her for a little bit with no one else around. Sure enough, after a simple dinner of some sandwiches everyone went out partying again and I didn't. I was able to call Lynn and she was finally pretty truthful (maybe). She said that basically she was well enough to get out of the hospital Sunday - the day we had arrived at Winter Park - and that she had "met some guys." Silence from me. "And they're Black." Silence. "And we have been together partying all night". OK - she has been screwing Black guys... "Well" I said - "I've met someone here and I've been sleeping with her every night, as well". Let's just talk about all this and decide what we want to do when I get home. Don't do anything crazy. See you Sunday when I get back." As if Black gangbangs wasn't kind of a crazy thing to do? I just went back to sleep. I was still asleep in the back bedroom so as not to be disturbed when they all returned from partying and the fucking started. Cara came back with her new guy, again. The surprising thing was that Elizabeth came back with a guy as well and took him into her bedroom and into her cunt, based on the noises So much for newlywed bliss, I guess. Peer pressure - "everyone's doing it" - trumps "being good" - at least some time. But Nora didn't and just joined me in one of the twin beds in that bedroom. I was recovered enough that we made love slowly and tenderly. As always, I came - and she didn't - but seemed content and satisfied. I slept very well, thank you. Friday was our final day before the 20+ straight hours of bus travel back to the St. Louis area. I felt a lot better and had an excellent day of skiing. A long stint in the hot tub helped - and Nora had demanded Elizabeth give up her bedroom - and the one real Queen sized bed in the condo - to her and me for our final night together. After dinner and a quick trip to our favorite bar for a final drink and close dance and so Cara could find her special "new guy" again - Nora and I headed back alone. Elizabeth didn't hook up again - she MIGHT have been just a tad embarrassed. And Cara's "new guy" had disappeared and she was heartbroken and depressed about that (and not Don and his shit or her husband and family) all the way home. But Nora and I missed all that till later. We were naked in bed and she was trying her best to suck my soul right out through my dick. Truthfully that's not my favorite thing, fucking and rear entry fucking especially is. So we did that for quite a while and then fell asleep with me still in her. If I didn't know better I would think she was falling for me, somehow. But really, what is the point of real "love" with a cheater? Not exactly the basis for a longterm committed relationship - how can it be? Another Catch-22. Especially with such an admitted multiple casual cheater. But we sat next to one another the whole way back and snuggled and slept - but she was also flirting with other guys and let one guy massage her bare feet for quite a while by hanging her legs over the seat in front of her. I didn't care. Couldn't care. She told me he asked for her number and wanted to get together when we got back. So? I was in an 8 day guilt free fantasy "free love" (actually "free sex") unreal bubble. It was time to get back to "realville". Cara's husband was there to meet the bus as it pulled into the SIU-E parking lot. He asked me what happened to Don? He knew Don had flown back, maybe Don's wife called him. "Oh what a tangled weave..." All I could say was "I don't really know. He just really didn't like skiing or being there and just said he had to get back home..." Hubby looked unconvinced. Cara just looked depressed. I figured their marriage - like mine - probably wasn't going to make it. I was right. Lynn cried and carried on as soon as I got back to our house. "How could you do that. Screw somebody else" she demanded to know. No apologies for HER multiple sexual partners this past week - and not even an attempted lie like "I was just lying about that to see if you cared." (Does a lie about a lie equal a truth? Think about it.) Then she said, "OK, I think we should try and get past this and stay married." Really? Maybe for the kids just a little longer I was thinking. And I was bone tired and had to go to work the very next day. Then Nora called me Monday at home. Cara must have given her my number. Nora actually worked in a local department store's jewelry department and she told me that and what her hours were and asked when would I like to see her again? I couldn't believe it. Just because I had a bigger than average dick? I said that Lynn had just told me she wants us to keep trying to make our marriage work and I agreed and can't be screwing around on her here at home while we try to make it work again. Nora said, too bad, I know a few younger married girls who would love a threesome with you and me and that big dick. Which made me wonder if LYNN was one of her friends??? I just said basically thanks for the memories and she was a special woman and I would always treasure that week we had together... About Wednesday Lynn insisted we make love. Or at least have some sex. I hadn't touched her since I got back for various reasons - including the thought of her and her Black dick friends - but mainly because I was really, really tired. I think I was actually sick with that virus bug from the Rockies - not one of the really bad ones but it mimics a mild flu pretty well and lasts about a week. Anyway, Lynn was basically on top cowgirl screwing me Wednesday night riding me hard when she just loses it - starts crying and hitting me with her fists. I roll her off me and try to figure out what's going on. First and foremost she just can't comprehend me screwing someone else. She got so used to me loving her all out those first 3 years I knew her, she just didn't realize she could throw it away by not loving me back that same way AND screwing other men casually for her own sex addiction or just attention whore needs when I wasn't in town. And, of course, our own frequency of sex never actually wavered much. She still NEVER said "no" to me, and vice versa. She just took that as the major sign my love for her was the same. She ignored the other ways I was withdrawing from her, and the ever increasing times I spent just "stopping for a drink" after work. She knew nothing of a few women I was getting overly friendly with - approaching emotional affairs if never quite physical ones. But I also think now that she probably had some really, really exciting sex and strong orgasms (maybe even specific climax events) from that combination of multiple big dicks and excitement of being "loved" by multiple strange men. "Crack cocaine sex..." One man/ one husband just can't compete with that - if that's what a woman wants or thinks she needs. And now she realized my own single big dick just didn't do it for her, anymore. Another Catch-22. She finally settled down a tad and we fell asleep together that night for the very last time ever - but I had to call in sick the next day and couldn't make it to work. Nora called me again that afternoon and was crying. She was desperate to see me again. I couldn't believe it. It was certainly appealing in many ways but also seemed dangerous and more than a tad crazy. I had one crazy woman - my wife Lynn - already to deal with. I tried to let her down again as gently as possible and I mentioned that guy who wanted her number on the bus trip home - had he called you yet? "Yes, she sniffed." "Well, there you go - go out with him and have a good time. OK?" "OK. Goodbye", she said. And I never talked to her again. That night Lynn asked me to leave the house and give her some time to think. So I went to my parents house for a few days. Saturday morning I went to our house about 9 am to work on Lynn's clunker car that I had bought her - but had a new dent from a minor wreck that made the passenger door hard to open and close. While I was working on her car in our driveway she comes traipsing across the backyard with our kids in tow. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was what. She had been out all night with her Black friends - who let her out a couple streets over so that her neighbors wouldn't see who was bringing her home. I only hoped the kids were safe and were with someone else. She saw me and hung her head a little. She looked like she had a BAD hangover headache - and that she had been "rode hard and put up wet" - and I am sure she had been. I just said "OK. Thinking time is over, we are getting a divorce." She wasn't about to argue right then. And I finished her car and drove off. A few postscripts. I never talked to Nora again and I wasn't quite sure of her last name - but about a year later a short newspaper article in the local paper caught my eye. Seems the husband of a certain "Nora something..." shot and killed another man in some sort of love triangle. Maybe it wasn't my Nora - but I felt a certain chill run up my spine reading that. Lynn called me about 3 weeks after we separated. I was still at my Mom's and hated it. Dad and I didn't get along at all - though it sure never interfered with that functional alcoholic's drinking - but I needed about one more week for my next payday to scrape enough together to move into an apartment close to work. Lynn was crying and wanted us to get back together. She had made a mistake. Black guys had the big dicks (like me) but treated her like crap - instead of like a "queen" as she first thought they would. And "crack cocaine sex" is quite a bit like real crack cocaine - it wears off fast and tolerance builds up quickly. And Lynn was all about "control" actually. Her own mother completely dominated her father and Lynn always thought she should dominate me and never could. Yet another Catch-22 she could never quite comprehend. And she had "dated" (screwed) several white guy managers from her new job at the local racetrack already - but they all had small dicks. So, she wanted me back. I tried to let her down gently. Lynn never stopped lying. During our short separation period I gave her several $100 checks for child support. I let her file for divorce and didn't retain an attorney myself. She swore on her court filing for divorce petition that I had not given her a dime during our separation and wanted at least $400 a month support and alimony plus medical and dental for her AND the kids. That would have been about 80% of my net salary back then. I only shook my head and showed up at the Courthouse with about $800 of cancelled checks to her in hand. Her lawyer was smart enough and experienced enough to want to see me privately alone before we went before the Judge for the final divorce decree. When I showed him the checks he turned white. Lynn was going to lose and might even face a perjury charge for lying under oath. He had to work it all out with me before ever going before the Judge. What Lynn wanted just really didn't count anymore. I offered to pay $300 a month plus all medical and dental bills for both kids until they were 18. I settled with him for $320 a month and was satisfied. Just a few months later Lynn was married to a pretty good, hardworking, conservative and lay Baptist minister Black man. Probably the best thing Lynn could get at that point. She probably even got to boss him around a lot more than she ever did me. But, boy, did she hate me with a vengeance from the point of our divorce on. And her hatred only intensified when I married again my second even younger than her and much more beautiful wife. Cara did indeed get divorced. After my own divorce I started taking some night courses at SIU-E for both work advancement and to get free "country club" like privileges to use SIU-E's rec facilities during the summer - especially their filtered swimming lake and beach and rental small sailboats - mostly Sunfishes. I ran into Cara there a few times and she asked me once if I still had any grass...I'm pretty sure that was code for "let's go get stoned and try that fucking thing, again". I should have done it and regret it now but back then as much as I needed and wanted sex, I wanted love and another wife even more - and that wasn't going to be Cara. After I did get married again and then quickly divorced from Jen - my second wife who truly broke my heart - I happened to run into Cara at the St. Louis Airport - I was leaving on another business trip and she was just arriving. She ran up to me, hugged me, and stuck her tongue in my mouth - then gave me her new phone number and said "call me." But I never did and soon moved to Atlanta. Chess Ch. 03 Back to 1975 and the lovely Diane. She was beautiful and sexy but also nice and never actually acted any kind of dominant "stuck-up" around me. Believe me, other really outwardly beautiful women had acted that way to me in the past. Just water off my back - I had learned to ignore them back. I had started teaching her chess in a conference room during lunch while we ate. I don't even remember how the subject ever came up. We had been going out to lunch quite a bit - and generally with Jackie. Jackie had a mid-sized Plymouth with a bench front seat. I was mostly riding my motorcycle to work then. The girls always insisted I sit between them and we were all scrunched together. Diane especially would just melt into me. Often Jackie would touch my leg in conversation. I couldn't figure out what was going on. (If you read the original "Chess" you will understand my lack of confidence as any kind of casual male sex object.) Jackie was going thru a tough divorce and her soon to be ex might have even been abusive - she looked thin and gaunt in the face and often with shadows under her eyes. She was still a beautiful woman, maybe just a year older than me and still with those obvious great Playboy Bunny T&A. Diane and I just tried to cheer her up a little bit and we did end up laughing a bit on our lunches. But now most days, it was just Diane and me playing chess. I was a pretty good player. My Dad had taught me checkers at a very young age. I learned chess on my own from another boy my age. He beat me all the time at first - but I read a few books from the school library and pretty soon got at least equal with him. In 8th grade Jr. High there was a school tournament in both checkers and chess. I won for checkers - and the boy I beat was also a finalist in chess and then beat me. But it was close. I continued playing with whomever I could ever since then. So anyway, I am teaching Diane and always beating her, of course, but she is doggedly sticking with it. Why? Beats me. One day we are just playing normally and she starts sniffling a little. "What's wrong?" I inquire. "My manager (a woman named Carol - an AOM - Administrative Operations Manager in IBMese) just yelled at me for not wearing a bra. Did you notice?" Hell yes I noticed - she had great tits and her nips were showing a little through her thin but fashionable (and opaque) blouse. Most of the guys in the office undoubtedly got hard whenever she walked by as they jiggled. This was 1975 and the age of miniskirts and sexy dressing even in the office. But IBM still had some rules of dress - guys all had to wear suits and white shirts - though some brave souls tried some muted pastel shades a bit. One Marketing Rep even showed up in a Nehru suit one day. One day only, though. And women were supposed to wear underwear... But I merely said, "No, I hadn't really noticed - you just look as normally good as always. Here let me check it out" as I reached to grab one of her tits. OK, that last part I didn't say or do - but desperately wanted too. I was afraid doing that would screw up our friendship. At this stage of my life, I was still under the illusion friendship with a beautiful and sexy woman could continue if I merely always remained respectful. In my later experience - that turns out not to be the case, anyway. So anyway, I was confused at work about Jackie and Diane. Jackie actually was more touchy and flirty when we were alone together than when I was with Diane. But I was still married and faithful physically to my wife Lynn, even though emotionally I was really attracted to and friendly with these other two hot women. Basically I was going home and screwing Lynn every night while fantasizing about them. Lynn had her own fantasies. She wasn't all that vocal and talkative when we screwed, but I knew that we had now been married or together for 8 years and a certain "sameness" had to be occurring for her as me. We tried to spice it up - like reading dirty books separately and then getting together. That seemed to work for me and her, a bit. I then sometimes started vocalizing fantasy situations when we were screwing. Just trying out different scenarios to see what "clicked" for her best. Apparently, situations with "Big Black Cocks" worked very well for her - and therefore me. I was totally happy to just let that be a fantasy. I was still basically virile enough to want and enjoy daily sex with my still young and hot wife. But, as I've already mentioned, Lynn wanted more than just a fantasy - especially when I was gone for more than 3 or 4 days at a time. (Maybe this explains a little more what I already covered in Chapter 2.) Anyway, nothing really happened with Jackie and Diane. Then I met Susie. Susie was a friend of a friend. Another girl I really liked at IBM but saw infrequently was named Yvonne. She was a secretary in one of the CE (Customer Engineer) offices. CE's did the Hardware maintenance for IBM equipment and were more the Blue Collar guys - and would have been union if IBM wasn't so staunchly anti-union as a corporation. I naturally clicked with these guys a lot and often was on a league softball team with them. This was mid-Western serious men's fast-pitch softball. I could not even hardly see the ball, much less hit it. I grew up playing baseball and was pretty good - but the timing and everything is really different in fastpitch softball. But - bunting and base stealing is allowed in fast pitch and I had like an .800 on base percentage via walks or bunts, and then almost always stole second and I was a pretty good outfielder. Again, in baseball I was almost always an infielder, playing 2nd or 3rd base. But in softball the larger ball bounces so much differently I did better in the outfield - where my foot speed allowed me to cover a lot of ground. So soon I was a starter on the team and well-liked all around at our beer drinking bashes afterwards - and especially when Lynn came to the games too. She was still quite a bit younger than everyone and cute and sexy in dress and flirting with everyone whenever we were out together. (And whenever she went out alone I eventually discovered.) It somehow happened we all went to a bar after work for some drinks. This happened occasionally, generally a Friday night - and Yvonne was there with this girl Suzie - a personal friend and non-IBMer, of Yvonne. Diane was there for sure and several other male and female IBMer's. I was sitting at a table with Diane on one side of me, Suzie on the other and Yvonne across from me. Yvonne was really cute and friendly and funny. Not in Diane's class looks wise but certainly attractive. Suzie was just - interesting. Dark complexioned with very thick and black shoulder length straight hair, a nice chest and thin waist, and muscular athletic legs and ass. My personal weak point. She was also very flirty with me and touchy right from the first moment I sat down. She kind of demanded a lot of attention from me and I couldn't help eat it up. Diane got mad about it. I mean really mad to almost the cussing and yelling stage while I just sat there with my mouth kind of open. Then she got up and stalked out. What was that all about? She had a live-in boyfriend and I was married and I couldn't read her mind and she never actually paid me the kind of direct sexual attention Suzie just had. So, I was mystified - and still am. Another Catch-22 "cake and eat it too" situation I guess. Suzie wasn't fazed at all - she just basically asked me if I was screwing her - Diane - and I truthfully said "nope, we were just friends". She kind of scoffed at that. "Friends, eh?" but otherwise let it slide. But that whole female competitive thing might have kicked in that a beautiful (if maybe crazy) woman like Diane could get that mad at me for doing nothing but paying a little attention to another woman. Maybe Diane thought she "owned" me - that she just got a little ego boost and in her mind I MUST have been obsessed with her - given our quite obvious (and I admit) different statuses in the sexual attractiveness sweepstakes. She was at the pinnacle and I was way down at the bottom. Obvious to everyone - but me and especially Suzie. Suzie and I really did get "involved". That night we were tonguing one another and made a lunch date for tomorrow, Saturday. I made some BS excuse to Lynn - maybe even DID have to do some OT at the office and met Suzie for lunch - which turned into merely a make-out session in my car with a lot of kissing and me sucking her quite ample breasts. Suzie was married also but her story to me was that her husband was impotent. Suzie didn't know exactly what his problem was but she had turned to another guy for comfort and had a fairly lengthy affair - but this other guy had to move away for work and she wouldn't go with him, even though he begged her too. So that affair was over with now. She used to be an ice speedskater, where her large muscular legs and great firm ass came from - and was currently a brown belt in Karate and close to being a black belt. She was about 5'5" tall and maybe weighed a solid 125 lbs. She kind of intimidated me a tad, I will admit. I am not into rape or actually forcing any woman to do anything - but physical persistence is sometimes a necessary and wanted thing by just about any woman to pleasurably consummate a relationship. I got a lot of mixed signals from Suzie after our first 2 dates. Basically she liked kissing me and letting me fondle her breasts - but nothing else. I wasn't going to force the issue as she might break one of my fingers by accident via "secret Karate shit". Nor did she seem the slightest bit interested in checking out my cock. But THEN, kind of out of the blue when I was just about ready to pull the plug on whatever this was - she said breathlessly after kissing me and playing with my hair "I love you." Wow, how could a few words like that send a jolt through me - a bit of endorphin or oxycontin pleasure surged. "I love you to" I lied. Well, it was and wasn't a lie, right at that moment. I had to go on a trip out of town for a few days - and I ended up buying her a Native American craft silver and turquoise ring. Just a friendship ring - not real expensive but not just costume jewelry either. She seemed to like it. I bought a matching ring for myself and wore it for a long time. Lynn never noticed. Strange because I never wore any rings (other than a plain wedding band) or much other jewelry. A few weeks later I was at basically another "IBM" party at a new semi-disco bar. Suzie was there but acting a tad strange - remote. Some other guy I didn't know ended up hanging around Suzie and panting over her. When she walked away once he kept saying how he was going to "nail that". I almost clobbered him with a beer mug right then - it flashed through my mind. I had to consciously NOT do it. Instead I told him if he didn't want me to beat the shit out of him he needed to go away - right this minute. As always he was a taller guy than little old me. But my deadly serious demeanor evidently percolated into his half-drunk mind and he slithered away. Probably kept me out of jail. Suzie was close dancing with another tall good-looking guy. Then she came around again and finally told me what was up. Her old affair boyfriend was back in town and there tonight at this very club. It wasn't the guy she was dancing with, she was basically just trying to stay away from both of us. OK, I don't need this shit, I was thinking as she drifted away again - so I just started to leave. I didn't even know she was watching me but as I started to leave, she grabbed me and pulled me into the pool room - then got tight onto me with her tongue in my mouth. "Please don't give up on me" she whispered. "I'm sorry." I didn't say anything and just left. She called me Monday at work and said she wanted to get together and talk. So, we had a lunch date and she said she went back to her old boyfriend's motel room with him but they just played cards. She wouldn't sleep with him anymore - and she still wasn't going to leave her impotent husband for him. He was just visiting here for a short while and then going home to wherever. And she still wanted to see me. So - what was the truth? Who knows... And did I still want to see her? The next time we got together we ended up parking in Creve Coeur park in her mustang. That's French for "broken heart" - how appropriate, eh? But she let me get in her pants that night, finally. Her mustang had bucket seats but she scooted over the console till she was sitting in my lap. She wore slacks with an elastic band, but they were rather lose. No problem slipping my hand down there once she allowed it, then right inside her panties and inside her. Another really wet one - but also really, really tight. Maybe she hadn't been screwed by anyone for quite a while? Maybe she actually had Karla level twat squeezing ability. She soon came in kind of a shuddering mini-orgasm right away - and got even wetter. Then she had another and another. And yet no interest in my cock, and when I told her "I really want to taste you", she just kind of grimaced. Was she just a prude? A cock teaser? Being faithful to her husband "in her own way"? What? I went home to Lynn that night and practically raped her while still smelling Suzie's cunt juice on my fingers. I can't believe Lynn didn't smell Suzie's perfume on me. Suzie wore the best perfume I've ever smelled. I should have asked her what it was but I never did. I had to go out of town again for a one week class. And what I did was actually get back home a whole day earlier than I told my wife, and then met Suzie at a local mall. I told her that I could get a room at a local motel and we could finally spend a night together. After all, she HAD recently spent the night in his motel room "just playing cards", right? She wouldn't do it. Maybe I was testing her. And all this WAS kind of a shitty thing to do with Lynn, even if by then Lynn seemed to be handling my absences out of town very well. She almost seemed happier when I did travel at this point in our marriage. Luckily I had not actually gotten a hotel room already, and I soon left Suzie and just went home. Luckily Lynn was home as well and seemed happy to see me - and I knew the whole thing with Suzie wasn't ever actually going to be consummated. No problem. See, the strangest thing about Suzie and me is I never actually got an erection around her. Not once. I certainly did after being with her, sometimes masturbating thinking about her but generally just fucking my wife. But not with her, even when fingering her cunt. Maybe I could understand her own husband's impotence after all. Suzie was playing some fucking mind game that just wasn't real and wasn't good for anyone - not even her. (Though maybe she felt otherwise.) Maybe Diane instinctively knew this via "woman's intuition" way back when and wanted to protect me from her. An interesting thought. Suzie and I only got together for lunch a couple of more times. I even touched her pantyhose clad pussy a few of those times but it was over between us and we both knew it. She knew I was going on a ski vacation with my wife for a week or so soon and we planned no more get togethers until after I got back from that. But the ski vacation and it's aftermath changed everything, eh? (That was pretty much covered already in Chess - Chapter 2.) Postscript - I saw Suzie one time almost 2 years later. Her husband was a photographer and was shooting Yvonne's wedding. Yvonne had been married to someone else when I was "going" with Suzie - had gotten divorced, switched from the CE BO to the marketing office I was in as an order entry clerk, started dating a Marketing Rep and was now getting married again to him. Another "IBM Wedding." I knew of quite a few of those actually. I was also divorced and remarried since my time with Suzie, but in fact already separated from my second wife Jen. Jen did not attend Yvonne's wedding even though she was related to Yvonne though Yvonne's previous marriage. I'll cover all this in the next chapter. Suzie was there helping her husband or just mostly enjoying the reception. After a while at the reception Suzie came by my table and said "aren't you going to even talk to me?" I said sure and she said let's go there - into a hallway that was quieter and a little more private though visible from the reception hall through an always open door. I saw her husband glancing our way a few times and we never touched, of course. We just talked for about 10 minutes but nothing real consequential. She said nothing about our own failed relationship. Don't know if hubby ever got it up again but obviously they were still together and I had bigger personal fish to fry right then. Did I learn anything from this? Maybe just one thing that stands out - only some kind of crazy women, one way or another, was ever going to really mess with me. Well - that could be all right, maybe - beats boredom and/or no women at all messing with me. Never played chess with Diane again or had any private lunches either. Jackie remained very friendly and something might have developed there but our timing was always just off. By the time I was divorced and definitely over Lynn, Jackie was dating another IBM'er - a young, tall, and really cute if not handsome Systems Engineer in our same office. Oh well, she was out of my league, anyway. I would always have been insanely jealous of her if we HAD developed any sort of intimate relationship. They were still going together when I finally received my first significant promotion in IBM and moved to Atlanta - after 10 years working various jobs and in different branch offices in the St. Louis area.