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Sex, Cheating and Romance Ch. 01

By: DG Hear



This story has six short chapters. I will submit a chapter for posting each day for those who want the story all at once. A big 'Thank You' to Estragon for editing my story and making it a much better read. 

Please don't pre-judge the story. There are quite a few twists and turns. It could go in a number of different categories.

DG Hear

Chapter 1:

I'm Randy Burke and this is the story of my life so far. I come from a rather large family. I have two sisters and two brothers. They are all a lot older than me. I came along twelve years after my younger sister.

We were a poor family. My dad had a good job in the auto factory but he spent all his money at the track or at the bar. Mom worked as a clerk at the corner grocery store. We lived in what we called the projects. They were government-assisted living quarters. Dad and Mom were separated most of the time. That's why we lived in the projects. He would always drop in unannounced.

My childhood wasn't a happy one. All of my brothers and sisters moved out as soon as they turned eighteen or nineteen. They wanted to get away from this shitty home life we had. My Dad would often get drunk and beat up on my mom. One day, when I was about twelve, my two older brothers had enough.

They stopped by and the two of them beat the crap out of Dad. I couldn't blame them. Why Mom put up with it for so long, we didn't understand. This time she filed charges against Dad and he went to jail for a couple of months.

After he got out of jail, Mom had an order of protection against him and finally filed for divorce. We still lived in the shitty apartment but at least we didn't have to put up with my dad anymore. Mom got child support for me along with welfare benefits. Between the benefits and her job at the corner grocery, we were able to make ends meet.

I saw my siblings once in a while but we weren't close. Just too many years difference in our age. I didn't have a lot of friends. I was the poor kid from the projects. I understood that Mom did the best she could but that didn't stop kids from making fun of me.

I got the reputation as a bad kid. Mom had to come to school at least four times before I finally graduated. I wasn't that smart, but I think they just passed me along to get me out of the system. I did hang with a couple of other guys with reputations like mine. I didn't take shit from anyone.

While in school I'd mow lawns and do odd jobs to earn some extra money. I'd give half of all my money to Mom and kept the rest for myself. I wanted to save up and get myself a motorcycle.

I didn't have the smarts or the money to go to college. I was good working with my hands and after graduation I got a job working construction. I helped remodel houses and did a lot of concrete work. The work was hard but it kept me in shape and it paid good.

One of my brothers was going to sell his old Harley. I made a deal with him and gave him the money I had saved and paid him monthly payments till the balance was paid. Now I felt like the stud. I spent my evenings fixing the bike up and hung around a biker bar.

Some of the construction guys I worked with hung out there. Even though I was only twenty, no one said anything about me drinking. I also began smoking weed. For the next five years that was my life. I worked, drank and smoked weed.

I need to explain a little about the biker bar. This wasn't a biker gang like they used to have in the fifties and sixties. We weren't some outlaw club that raised havoc on the nearby communities. We did do a lot of drinking and partying. The only fights we got in was when someone else started it or a member got really drunk. It was almost always over a woman.

Most all these guys were construction workers or worked in the auto factories. I will say they were a rough bunch of guys. I felt at home with them.

When it came to women, they seemed to just come to the bar. Most all of them knew what we were like, and on weekends after the bar closed, Butch the owner would lock the doors, and the real party started. Anyone could leave at any time but they couldn't get back in.

The booze and weed flowed pretty freely. We paid for our own drinks but our club picked up any unpaid tab. We didn't want to piss Butch off.  We had about seventy members altogether but we were rarely all there at once. Every night we averaged twenty or so bikers. There were rarely non bikers in the bar but every now and then someone might come in. Butch just waited on them. Most didn't stay long after seeing our club members. The only exception was Friday nights that I'll explain later.

More about the women who came into the bar. Most were party girls, while others might be getting some sort of revenge on their parents. There was a college about a mile away. We even had a few married women come in and we knew what they wanted. Thinking back, there was quite a few regulars. There were a couple of back rooms used for sex during open hours but after hours most happened right out in the open.

No woman was ever forced. There was always plenty of pussy there on the weekends, so we didn't need to force anyone. I will say that after a woman has been around for a couple of weeks we kind of considered her club property. It meant she was somewhat expected to have sex with anyone in the club.

She still wouldn't be forced but was told what was expected of her. The one big exception was if one biker said that she was his old lady, then she usually didn't put out for everyone else. A few of the bikers had wives that would sometimes come to the weekend parties. They seemed to be a group of women who didn't care what their husbands did.

I've had sex with a few of them and they told me, "As long as he brings home the paycheck and supports the kids, I don't care if he fucks some slut on the side."

After being fucked by different guys, some women might ask a biker if she could be his girl. That way she wouldn't be free game for every cock there. Some of the guys did look pretty nasty. Sometimes the biker might let her fuck another biker but it was on his say-so.

Carlos was one of the oldest members that attended regularly. He had been there way back when my brothers belonged to the club. I guess you can say he was the club president since he had been there for fifteen years. There was maybe a half dozen older guys still hanging at the bar regularly.

Most members lasted four or five years and then went on with their life. Now and then an old member might drop in just to say 'hi'. I had been a member for five years now and it was the same old thing. I was really ready to move on.

On Friday nights Butch's Bar put on one hell of a fish fry. It started way back before I even knew the bar existed. That was the day you could see a lot of the old bikers come in and have dinner with their family. Most left after they got done eating. I don't know how Butch did it but it was some of the best fish ever. He also had shrimp and sandwiches for the people who didn't like fish and chips.

Butch's fish fry was known all over the county and was the one day that we would see a lot of non-bikers and their families come in to eat.

I would see my brothers come in at least once a month with their families. I didn't see my family often since the death of my mother. I just kind of lost touch. It was good to see them when they would come to the fish fry.

After Mom's death I moved into a trailer in a mobile home park. I was just renting but it was all I needed. About all I did there was sleep and take a shower. I didn't eat at home much. I had my bike and a pickup truck, both were paid off so I was pretty much set.

But I'd been thinking about my life and even though I didn't mind the sex at the bar, I wished there was something more for me out there. Since Mom's death it was sad coming home to nobody.

Carlos knew a few of the girls at the college and would invite them to the club. He let them know it was a biker bar and what we did after hours. It was hard to believe how many college girls would come on most weekends. I guess they wanted to feed their wild side. We didn't have many clean cut college guys, if we had any at all. These were rough, tough men working hard jobs.

It wasn't always the same girls but had the same outcome. They would drink, smoke a little weed and get laid. Sometimes someone tried to sneak in hard drugs but if Butch caught them they would be banned for life from the bar. Most of the bikers kept to Butch's rules.

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The way I met Sheila was she came to the bar with a couple of her girlfriends one weekend. After the bar closed she joined right in and began drinking and smoking the weed. She seemed different to me and I kept my eye on her.  Carlos was the first to fuck her. I just shook my head; why would a girl like that get messed up and give herself like that? She was quite out of it and got passed around. Everyone always liked to try the new girls.

I mentioned that some of the bikers had a wife or girlfriend who sometimes came by the bar. Carlos had a girlfriend that he has had for fourteen years, Sharon. They had lived together and had two kids and but never got married.

Sharon and I talked quite a few times. I asked her how she could live with a guy that was fucking different women all the time. She told me she started out just like the young girls did and liked the excitement, the partying and do what you want to do life style. She fell in love with Carlos and got pregnant. After a few years she realized he wasn't going to change and just went along with him.

She didn't like to watch him with other women any more; she was afraid of losing him. They now had two kids together, and once the kids started school she got a job at an insurance agency.

She wouldn't leave Carlos because she still cared for him. I really felt sorry for her. She would come by some weekends and it bothered her when she saw him with these college girls. That was how she had met him and knew one day she would probably lose him.

I wish I had known Sharon before she met Carlos but I would have just been a kid. She was a nice person and deserved a better lot in life than she was settling for. Some day maybe she would be smart enough to walk out on Carlos. 

To be honest here, Sharon and I did it a few times when Carlos was drunk on his ass and had already fucked some young chick. She was one of the few that I had gentle sex with. She would really get into it and I loved the way her pussy squeezed my cock when she reached an orgasm.

She was one of the few that I didn't use a condom with and it felt so much better. I met her a couple of times away from the bar. She would come to my trailer and we had real sex. I'd eat her pussy and she would suck my cock. If it wasn't for her kids she would probably have left Carlos and we could have been together.

We knew it would never work out for us so we didn't see each other as often. Carlos never had a clue how many times I fucked his wife. Sharon and I stayed good friends with benefits once in a while.

As I mentioned I kept my eye on Sheila. She was plastered when she came over to me and sat down. She seemed different from a lot of the girls that came to the club. I used the old saying, "What is a girl like you doing in a place like this?"

"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked. She must have had more than weed to be this far gone.

She was beautiful. Nice body, pretty face and long blonde hair. A rack that has been manhandled a lot that night and her panties were missing. At least the four guys that used her wore condoms.

"I saw you watching me most of the night. I was told your name is Randy and that you were one of the quiet ones. Is that true?" asked Sheila.

Earlier, while Sheila was sowing her oats I was having sex with one of the married women who came in often. I found it easier to have sex with the married women since they were there for only one thing. I gave them the sex they wanted.

I looked at Sheila. "Honey, you're drop dead gorgeous and I wouldn't think twice about having sex with you but I'm not much on being the caboose on a train. I'm more of an engine man, if you know what I mean. Maybe next time."

She looked at me, shocked. I had to figure she didn't get turned down very often. I saw her walk up to the owner, Butch. I figured she was asking him about me. Damn, why was she a slut? I think I could have gone for someone like her.

Butch told me later that the girl asked about me. Questions like, where did I work? Was I married or did I have a girlfriend? He said for some reason she was interested in me. I told him I turned her down and she probably wasn't used to that. He laughed and I headed on home.

I have to admit that I often thought about her and it was odd, seeing I hardly even talked to her. It was two weeks later when she came back with her girlfriend Tricia. She said 'hi' to Butch and walked over to me. I was sitting there having a beer. When the music started she asked me to dance. I stared at her for a few seconds before getting up. I didn't say a word as I took her hand and held her close.

"So, what brings you back here? Didn't get enough last time?" I asked.

I didn't know why I was treating her bad. We had college girls come in every week and do the same thing she had done.

"I came back to see you. Why are you so mean? Did I do something to make you dislike me?" she asked. She looked sad.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not big on shared relationships. You just seem like someone special. I apologize, we all have our own life to live." I didn't even know what I was saying, so I just shut up.

"Look Randy, I think we got off on the wrong foot. Yes, I like to party but I don't usually act the way I did the last time I was here. I think Carlos put something in my drink. I really do. I can't take it back and it was just sex after all."

I liked her and held her close. We spent the evening together, only having a few drinks, and she told me about herself. Other guys asked her to dance and she refused. She would say, "No thank you, I'm with Randy tonight."

We got strange looks from some of the bikers but they knew better than to mess with me and I never said a word. I would just look at them and they would leave. Because of my job I was always in good shape. I didn't need to work out but still had the muscles. My background of getting into fights beginning in junior high school preceded me.

In the few fights we did have at the bar I wouldn't think twice about using a pool cue or a beer bottle. If I was in a fight it was to win. I was arrested a few times but the charges never stuck. I never started a fight but finished most of them.

I had Butch make us up sandwiches while Sheila told me about herself. I was a good listener and she definitely was worth looking at.

She began by telling me where she went to college, which I already knew. She was a senior and would be graduating in a few weeks. She came from a  pretty wealthy family. Her Dad was an engineer at one of the auto plants. Her mom did medical billing out of the house.

Sheila was getting a nursing degree and was already promised a job at the local hospital. She had a sister, Olivia, who was two years younger than her, who was taking nursing courses in college also.

When I asked her why her sister didn't come to Butch's Bar, she told me that she and Olivia were complete opposites. Sheila liked to party, but she said Olivia was more of a geek. Later when it got time to close the doors, Tricia told Sheila she was going to leave. She had driven and wanted to know if she wanted a ride back to the apartment they shared with four other girls.

Sheila looked at me and asked if I could take her home later. I nodded my head and told Tricia it was nice meeting her. There were probably a dozen guys left in the bar after closing along with ten women, which Sheila was one of them.

Butch would let us stay for at least an hour or so while he cleaned and restocked the bar. He would still let us buy beers and we played the jukebox. Almost all the songs were slow ones. Sheila and I danced.

Bob and Ray, a couple of bikers, asked me if I minded if they danced with Sheila. I told them, "Sorry, guys, she's with me tonight." It was the first time that I said that about any woman who stayed after hours. The guys looked pissed but I knew they wouldn't be a problem. They were two of the guys that had sex with her two weeks ago.

Sheila smiled and kissed me. I slid my hands down to her ass and pulled her tight against my hardening cock. We went back to a corner booth near the restrooms where she took off her pants. She straddled me and my cock sank right into her pussy. I realized I didn't have on a condom but she told me she was on the pill.

She felt so good. I tucked my hands under her ass and pulled her tight as I came. I felt her pussy tighten up and squeeze my cock. As she had an orgasm she looked down at me and kissed me like two lovers would kiss. We stayed that way till I got hard again and we kept going.

I never remember staying in a woman before and getting hard and fucking her a second time without taking a break. I was never in love but I wondered if this was what it felt like. I wasn't sure what I would do about her. I knew I wanted to see her again but I still didn't want to be in a relationship where I shared my woman.

She used the ladies room and cleaned up and I gave her a ride back to her apartment on my bike. She gave me her number and asked me to call her.

Chapter 2 will post soon.
Thank you for reading my story
Comments are welcome and appreciated.
DG Hear


Sex, Cheating and Romance Ch. 02



This is chapter two of six chapters. You may want to read the previous chapter before this one. Estragon copy-edited this chapter. 

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I called Sheila mid-week and asked her if she wanted to come to the fish fry on Friday. She said she was happy to hear from me and we decided on a time for me to pick her up. I wasn't totally sure of this relationship since I'd never been in a long term one.

Most of my relationships were having sex with different women on Saturday nights. Half of them were married so this was rather new territory for me. I wanted more out of life and hoped that maybe Sheila was the one.

I picked her up for the fish fry, and my brother Bill and his family were there. They were surprised to see me with a date. Especially one as good looking and smart as Sheila. I was feeling better already. We stayed for an hour or so and then she wanted to see my trailer. We headed over to my place and we both knew what was coming.

I spent five minutes showing her the trailer and then we started kissing. It was sensual and slow. We even used our tongues, which was something I rarely did. We were both getting hot and I undid the buttons on her blouse and slid it off her shoulders. Next was her bra. It was the first time I saw her tits. She wasn't overly big but they were nice and firm. I squeezed and kissed them till her nipples became hard.

She undid her pants and let them drop to the floor. I in turn took off my shirt and pants also. She reached out and rubbed my chest and abs. I was surprised when she kissed my nipples. Damn! That felt good.

We headed into my bedroom and she sat on the edge of the bed. I pushed her over on her back and reached down and removed her panties as she raised up her ass to help me out. I put my head between her thighs and started rubbing my face in her trimmed mound. She was a true blonde, which I knew from the week before.

She raised her legs and put her feet on the edge of the bed. I pushed my shoulders against her thighs and started eating out her pussy. I used my tongue and licked her clit till she was dripping wet. She was pumping her pussy against my face; I loved it.

I pulled my face away from her cunt and she moaned. I got up on the bed on my back and had her straddle my face in a sixty-nine position. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and squeezed her ass while tonguing her pussy. She in turn had half of my cock in her mouth, giving me a great blow job.

All I heard was slurping noises from both of us eating each other out. I didn't want to come yet so I had her get off of me and we began kissing each other while I fingered her. She was moaning and telling me how much she liked it. She must have had a mini orgasm while I pumped my fingers in and out of her.

I got up and she spread her legs wide. I took my very hard cock and rubbed it against her beautiful wet cunt. I was somewhat teasing her by rubbing my cock up and down against her at least a dozen times.

"Please put it in Randy, I want it now."

I laughed as I pushed just the head into her and heard her moan. She was one hot woman. "Tell me what you want Sheila. You don't get any more till you tell me," I said while smiling at her.

"I want your cock, I want you to fuck me. I want you so much; please give it to me," she replied.

"I can't give it to you because I need it," I said, "but you can ride it for a while."

And I pushed my cock into her until I couldn't hold back any longer. My balls were slapping against her ass as she kept telling me how good it felt. I felt her grab and scratch my back as she came. It was so intense that I shot my load deep within her. For the next few minutes I felt myself spurting and her pussy spasm, gripping my cock. That had to be one of my best fucks ever.

We were both wet from sweating and coming. I rolled off of her and onto my side. She turned on her side and pushed her ass up against me. I covered us with a sheet and we both took a well-earned rest.

After a short rest my cock became hard as she pressed her ass against me. It didn't take me long to push my hard cock in her and we fucked till we both came again. After that she got up and went and took a shower. I took one afterwards and then we sat down and talked.

"I like you a lot, Randy. Are you going to your club tomorrow night? If so, I'll come to be with you."

"Sheila, I'm not good with relationships." I saw a sadness come over her face. "But, with you I want to try. I've never felt like this about another woman." A smile came across her face.

"I have a problem that I will have to deal with. If you're going to be my woman, I'm not sharing you with anyone. That means no more club on Saturday nights. I'll take you out anywhere else you want to go but not to the club."

"That's fine with me as long as I can be with you. Next weekend, do you want to come to my graduation? There'll be a party at my parents' house afterwards. You can meet my family and friends."

This was a little fast for me but I know it must mean something to her. "I'll tell you what. I don't know about the graduation because I'm not good around people but I will make it to your party. Is that okay?"

"That would be great. You can meet my geeky sister and my parents. Can I tell them you're my boyfriend?"

"That's fine. Again I want to tell you other than the fish fry Fridays we won't be going to the club. Are you all right with that?"

"Yes, definitely! As long as I'm with you and you make love to me, I don't care where we go."

That was the first time either of us used the word 'love'. She was staying at her parents' home that night so we hopped on my bike and I dropped her off at a really nice house. Someone looked out the window, as Sheila gave me a kiss and went up to her front door.

I talked to her twice during the week. She couldn't make the fish fry on Friday because of her graduation on Sunday. Carlos asked about her and I told him she was private property now. He just grinned and said, "Congratulations, she's one fine woman".

I really didn't like the way he said it but it wasn't nothing worth fighting over. On Sunday I showed up at her house. I knocked on the door and a nice looking gal answered it. She said her name was Olivia and that she was Sheila's sister.

She smiled at me and I felt something inside. It was a warm feeling, something I never felt before. I introduced myself as Randy and she said that Sheila told her to watch out for me. She took me by the hand and walked me through the house and out the glass doors onto the patio and backyard.

Her hand felt so soft and I felt a slight shock. I figured it was from the static from the carpet. The patio and back yard had a lot of people out there. Olivia finally got Sheila's attention and she came to us. Olivia let go of my hand and I hugged Sheila.

She took me over to her parents and introduced me. They were nice enough, but right off the bat I wasn't sure if they approved of me. Sheila introduced me to some of her relatives and friends from college. I saw Tricia and said 'hi' to her. I saw some of her classmates and had to wonder if she was ever with any of them. It's just something you can't help thinking about.

I felt out of place at the party. Sheila was busy visiting with everyone since the party was for her. I just sat back, drank a few beers and watched the people. Someone said the buffet was open and I got up and got myself a plate full of food.

I sat at a table by myself away from most of the crowd. As I was eating I looked up and Olivia asked if she could join me. I smiled at her and said, " Of course, I'd love to have your company." I couldn't believe I said that. I rarely use the word 'love'. 

She sat down and asked me if I was enjoying the party. I told her that I felt like a fish out of water but the food sure was good. It made her laugh; I looked at her and she was such a beautiful woman. Not all glitzy and made-up, but she had a natural beauty about her.

We talked, and I asked her about Sheila and herself. I mentioned that Sheila had told me that they were quite the opposite, but I mentioned that they were both sure beautiful women.

She smiled and talked a little about her and Sheila growing up.

"Sheila and I have almost always been opposites. She loves attention and being the main attraction. I like being in the background and not making much noise," said Olivia, with a smile.

"What do you mean? Do you have examples?" I really liked talking to Olivia and wanted to keep her there for a while. Besides, I liked to hear what she had to say about Sheila.

"Well, when we were kids she wanted to be in the 'Little Princess' contest. Mom and Dad asked me if I wanted to be in it also, and I told them I wasn't much for being the center of attention. Sheila did win it.

"In high school she just had to be a cheerleader. She said she liked it when all the boys stared at her in he cheerleading outfit. I don't care to be stared at. I guess I'm kind of self conscious."

"Believe me, Olivia, you have nothing to be self conscious about. I think you're one beautiful woman and I'm not just saying that because you're Sheila's sister."

"See, that's what I mean. I'm not good with compliments." She was blushing. "Sheila wanted to be the homecoming queen in the worst way. I just couldn't see where it was such a big deal. I was happy for her when she won," said Olivia.

"So, do you two always get along?" I asked.

"No, not all that often," Olivia laughed. "I just get tired of the whining and crying she always does. She also has taken away a few of my dates and after she used them, she just dropped them."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I'd go on a date and the guys knew the reputation Sheila had and thought I might be the same and they'd try to grab and paw at me. I would slap them and of course they would get pissed. Sheila would go out with them and give them what they wanted. Later she would drop them and they would want me to go out with them.

"I would just tell them that they aren't the kind of guys I'm looking for and they would leave me alone. I'm just hoping Sheila isn't using you. You seem like a really nice guy."

"So, is there some jealousy between you and Sheila?" I asked.

"Maybe when we were younger but not anymore. I actually feel sorry for her. Maybe after she starts at the hospital she'll grow up. As for me, I have another year of college and I'll have my nursing degree also."

"I thought Sheila was two years older than you?"

"She is but I went to college year-round so I could graduate earlier. Sheila wanted the summers off to go to the beaches with some of her friends. I'm just not the big party person and I sure don't want to be like my sister. I'm sorry, I don't mean to sound so harsh. I'd like to find someone who seems as caring as you."

I wanted to talk to her some more but her mother and father joined us at our table. "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. White. It is a great party and the food is fantastic. I haven't ate this good in quite awhile."

"Thank you, Randy. Why don't you tell us about yourself? Sheila hasn't told us much other than you two have been on a couple of dates," said Mr. White.

"Not much to tell. My mother and father were divorced when I was twelve. I haven't seen or talked to my dad in twelve years. I don't even know if he's still alive. My mom passed away about seven months ago. I do have two sisters and two brothers but they are all quite older than me.

"My younger sister is twelve years older than I am. I see them once in awhile. My older sister lives in Ohio."

"So, how did you and Sheila meet?"

I know saying we met at a bar wouldn't be the best but I didn't know what Sheila might have told them. Luckily Olivia jumped in and mentioned the fish fry. So I went with that.

"This one bar has the best fish and chips in the state. They have their special on Friday nights. One night some of the students from the college came in and well, that's where I met Sheila. We talked and I asked her for her number and we've gone out a few times."

"So, What do you do for a living? I take it you work," said Mr. White.

"Yes sir, I've worked my whole life. I sold papers as a kid to help my mother out. After graduation I began working construction. Cement is my specialty but I help put on new roofs and other home repairs."

About that time Sheila came walking over. "What's going on? You're not giving Randy the third degree, are you Dad? He's a nice guy, Dad, and you'll learn to like him. He is my boyfriend after all."

"We were just talking. It was nice meeting you, Randy. Maybe we can talk again sometime," said Mr. White as he and his wife got up and went and talked with other people.

I thanked Olivia for keeping me company and told Sheila I had better get going. She gave me a kiss and said to call her in a couple of days. She was going to start her new job on Monday.

I did call her a couple of times a week. On Fridays we went to Butch's for the fish and chips. Some of the guys that hung there almost permanently came up and gave her a hug and said 'hi' to me. I really didn't like it but she was just being friendly and wasn't doing anything wrong.

On Saturday nights we would go out for a nice dinner and see a good movie, even a ball game or whatever else was going on in town. The main thing we were together and always ended up in the sack. Damn! She was a good lover. We would always spend at least an hour on foreplay before getting down to the heavy sex.

There wasn't anything she wouldn't do for me. After a little weed, she would let me take her in her ass. It wasn't her favorite position but she said she would do anything for me. Because of both of us working we usually only had sex on Fridays and Saturdays. Even if she was on the rag we didn't let it stop us. Like she said, "It will always wash off."

I often wondered about her past sexual relationships, but we both agreed that the past is the past for both of us. There was a lot of sexual relationships in my past that I didn't want to tell her about either.

She would often spend Saturday nights at my trailer. Her parents weren't overly happy about it and didn't talk to me about it. I guess they wanted to keep peace in the family, and I guess Olivia told them I seemed a lot better than some of Sheila's previous friends.

We did spend Sundays at the Whites' house and had dinner with Sheila's family. Other than fucking his daughter, I think Mr. White didn't think I was so bad of a guy. Something told me he ran some kind of background check on me.

The hardest problem I had at the Whites' house was talking to Olivia. I knew I had these feelings about her but I didn't want to mess up everybody's life. I was going with Sheila and as long as we got along I would do my best not to focus on Olivia.

Sheila said she liked her job and the freedom it gave her. I didn't really understand because she did whatever she wanted anyway. She had been a nurse for about three months when one day she asked me if I would mind if she had a girls' night out with a few of the other nurses.

Needless to say I did mind, but I couldn't tell her that. I told her it would be fine and we could still go out Saturday. She kissed me and said she knew I wouldn't mind. I guess she didn't know me so well after all.

I must admit that I didn't totally trust her. After all I had never been in a trusting environment. I wanted to trust her, I really did, but I guessed it would take awhile. I don't want to admit it, but I asked her where she and her friends were going. I was going to follow her.

I left the trailer and went to the restaurant where she said they were going. They showed up and I felt like a fool hiding in the parking lot. Later they went to a lounge in a major motel chain. It was somewhat easy to spy on them. The thing is she didn't do anything wrong. They had a few drinks and listened to some music and even danced a little. She did dance with two different guys but nothing else happened.

I felt like an idiot for the way I acted and got in my truck and headed home. The next day when we went out and to a movie I asked her about her night out with the girls. She pretty much told me everything that I had seen. She was honest with me even telling me she danced a couple of dances.

During the rest of the month we went to the fish fry on Fridays and somewhere else on Saturday, always ending up in my trailer having sex. On Sundays we would still go to her parents. Seeing Olivia still bothered me inside but I was able to hide it quite well. I couldn't for the life of me figure out why Olivia affected me.

Olivia was a red haired woman who took after her Mom and Sheila was a natural blonde. Both were beautiful, one quiet and one outgoing. Olivia was always nice to me and never acted inappropriate. Sometimes I would see Sheila stare at her sister but not say anything.

We talked about the Friday fish fry and I asked Mr. and Mrs. White if they would like to go the following Friday. They declined, but Olivia spoke up and said she would like to go. It surprised Sheila.

"A lot of the kids at college talked about it and said the fish is the best anywhere," Olivia told them.

She wasn't happy it was a biker bar but since she would be with me and Sheila she would give it a try. Sheila wasn't overly happy about her sister coming with us. She didn't say anything but it showed in her demeanor.

I had gotten a call at work that my older sister, who lives in Ohio, was going to have surgery of some kind on Friday. I decided that I would go see her on Saturday and come home Sunday. I didn't know how bad the surgery would be but I figured she wouldn't be much up to talking the day of the surgery.

I picked up Sheila and Olivia for the fish fry in my F150. Sheila wore a short skirt and blouse and Olivia wore slacks and a nice blouse. I think Sheila was just trying to outdo Olivia but I tried to stay out of sibling arguments. I told them they both looked nice. Sheila sat next to me and Olivia rode shotgun. I explained to Olivia that the bar was a bit wild but since Friday was family fish night that there shouldn't be a problem.

"As long as I'm with you, I'm not worried," Olivia said in a soft voice. "Besides Sheila has been here a number of times and she looks unharmed."

Sheila was about to respond but we arrived at Butch's Bar. There were a lot of people there. That's when I remembered it was a special fish fry. Butch was celebrating thirty years of owning the bar and having the fish fry Friday.

He had beer at a reduced price. He even brought in a small band and there would be dancing. He even set up a large tent outside to handle the overflow of people. I have to admit it was quite a crowd.

We walked in and Butch greeted us. He knew Sheila and she gave him a hug. I introduced him to Olivia and he held out his hand and shook hers. As we were seated, Bill, Ray, Carlos, as well as others came to our table to say hello. Needless to say Sheila gave them all a hug.

I introduced Olivia as Sheila's sister and she said 'hi' to everyone. I could already see the guys staring at her. They made the comments that I had two beautiful women at my table. Sheila giggled and laughed while Olivia just smiled.

After we ate, my brother Bill and his family came over and said hello. They had met Sheila a number of times. I introduced Olivia and Bill smiled at her. She said 'hi' to their whole family. My other brother Stan had come to the fish fry also and I made the introductions.

They told me that our sister Sue had gall bladder surgery earlier that day. I mentioned to them that I was going to leave first thing in the morning and go see her. They agreed that it was a good thing to wait a day. She might be in better shape to receive visitors.

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"No thank you," she said, not giving any other reason.

When he kept asking her I told him to lay off. She was my guest and I didn't want her badgered. I couldn't believe it when Sheila said, "She's not much into partying; I'll dance with you Bob."

I was a bit peeved but just gave her a dirty look. When she came back to the table she told me she didn't do anything wrong. She just danced. Later she danced with Ray and I talked with Olivia. Later when Carlos asked Sheila to dance I was a bit pissed.

"Olivia, would you like to dance with me?" It was a slow song and she said yes. I held her in my arms and she felt so good. She put her head against my shoulder. I felt the damn butterflies in my stomach.

I was almost sad when the song ended. Back at the table Sheila didn't say anything but gave Olivia a dirty look. Sharon, Carlos' wife, came over and said 'hi'. Sheila asked me to dance, but I looked over at Olivia. I really didn't want to leave her alone at the table.

Sharon said she would talk with Olivia while I danced with Sheila. Sheila held me tight and moved my hands down to her ass. I kept them there for a few seconds and returned them to her waist. She kissed me on the dance floor. I guess she wanted everyone to know that we were together. 

After arriving back to the table Sharon got up to leave. She gave me a hug and whispered in my ear. "That girl loves you." She then walked away. I wasn't sure which girl she was talking about.

We got up to leave and of course Sheila had to hug the guys again. Olivia just looked at me. We got in the truck and I took the girls home. I told Sheila I would be leaving first thing in the morning and would probably return Sunday night. We kissed and I headed for home, to get a little sleep before leaving early the next morning.

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Sex, Cheating and Romance Ch. 03



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Chapter 3

I was glad I went to see my sister. She was so happy to see me. I bought her some flowers and a card from the hospital store. I stayed with her for a couple of hours. We talked about her family and I told her I met someone but the relationship was fairly new. She wished me the best. I realized I loved my sister. My feeling about life must be changing or maybe I was just maturing.

Her two daughters came to see her along with her husband. After we visited for awhile I went out to dinner with them.

They offered me the couch to sleep on, which I accepted. On Sunday morning I went to see my sister again before leaving for home. I got home and took a shower and went to bed. I had to work the next day.

I called Sheila Monday evening. She said she missed me. I told her my sister was doing fine and should be discharged from the hospital today. I asked her what she did over the weekend. She mentioned she went out with friends on Saturday and spent time at home Sunday.

She didn't elaborate who she went with or where she went. I decided to not talk about it and just trust her. On Thursday I talked to her and asked her about the fish fry on Friday and she told me she thought we should skip a few weeks. She was tired of going there every Friday.

That was all right with me and we went to other restaurants. On Saturdays we began going to different sports games. I wasn't much for the crowds but Sheila liked it. She even convinced her Mom and Dad to go to a game with us. I think they were beginning to like me. It was nearly two months before we attended another fish fry. Sheila acted a little different but still greeted a few of the guys with a hug. They asked us where we'd been and I told them we were just trying out different restaurants.

We didn't go back for the fish fry for a few weeks. I went to Sheila's on a Friday to pick her up. She looked nervous for some reason. She had been talking to Olivia when I had arrived. Olivia looked at me and left the room. She didn't say hi or bye. Something wasn't right.

I asked Sheila where she wanted to go and she said to my trailer. She needed to talk with me. I knew something was bothering her but wasn't sure what it was. I had to wonder if it had anything to do with Olivia but I didn't know why. I never did anything inappropriate, and besides I never told anyone about my feeling when I was around Olivia.

We didn't talk on the way to the trailer. We went in and Sheila asked me if I could make some tea for her. I did so and got myself a beer. "Ok Sheila, what the hell is going on?"

"I took a pregnancy test a couple of days ago and it showed positive. I saw the doctor today and she said I am pregnant." She had tears in her eyes.

"I thought you said you took pills, what happened?" I asked.

"A few months ago I had run out and I missed taking them for about a week. I thought that I would be protected for that short a period since I have been taking them since high school. I started taking them again as soon as I got them. I guess it was too late."

She had tears in her eyes and I honestly wasn't sure what to do. I asked her if that was what she and Olivia were talking about when I showed up. She said it was.

"I'm telling my parents Sunday. I know they will be disappointed in me but I need to talk to them about what to do. I was hoping you would be there with me. After all, we did this together."

I knew she was right. Even though I wasn't positive I loved her I did like her an awful lot. I wasn't ready to ask her to marry me, but I knew I had to man up and take care of my responsibilities.

"Sheila, of course I'll be with you and we'll tell your parents together. We'll get married and start our own family. There's plenty of room in the trailer for now and we can save up and get ourselves a home."

She was crying and hugged me.

"That is of course if you want to marry me," I said.

"Of course I'll marry you. I love you Randy."

I told her I loved her too and that I would be the best husband and father I could possibly be. I decided I would do my best and take care of my family. I was actually getting excited about being a father. I was going to make this work.

We made love on the bed. I asked  her about having sex while she was pregnant. She said the doctor told her it shouldn't be a problem. She could have sex right up to delivery as long as she wasn't hurting from it.

On Sunday I went to her house. We were all sitting at the table when I told Mr. and Mrs. White that I had something to ask them.

"What is it Randy?" asked her Father.

"I asked Sheila to marry me and she said yes. We would like your blessing."

I looked over at Olivia and she wouldn't even look at me. Mr. White said, "Are you two sure about this? You haven't known each other all that long and I'm fairly sure that you don't have your finances in order."

Mrs. White spoke up, "Don't you think you're rushing this marriage a little? Don't you think you should know each other better and longer before making such a decision?"

"Mom, I'm pregnant. I missed my last two periods and saw the doctor at the hospital this week. There is no doubt, I'm about three months along," said Sheila.

Her dad shook his head. "So what are you expecting to do now?"

"Sir, we thought we'd get married as soon as possible and we can live in my trailer. It's clean and there's plenty of room. We figure we can start saving up for a down payment on a house for the future."

Sheila spoke, "Mom, Dad, I know this hit you guys hard but Randy and I love each other and we can make this work. I was figuring we could get married next month before I showed much more. If you like it could be a private affair."

There wasn't a lot to say after that. I felt bad that Olivia wouldn't even look at me. We finished dinner and Sheila and her mom went in the living room to make some quick wedding plans. I talk with Mr. White and told him I'd be a good husband to his daughter. I would always put her first.

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We didn't go out much for the next month. I would go to the Whites' house and they planned the wedding. Olivia was the maid of honor and I asked my brother Stan to be my best man. Sheila invited some of her female college friends and a lot of her relatives to the wedding.

I invited my siblings and they all came. It really made me feel pretty good. I invited Butch from the bar but no one else. I didn't care to have any of the bikers there.

It was a lot smaller wedding then Sheila had dreamed about but it was very nice. I felt kind of funny being in the limelight but Sheila loved it. The food was great and Sheila looked beautiful. Her wedding dress covered any baby bulge that would have showed.

My sisters were really happy for me and made me happy when they said they thought I'd make a great dad. I would know all the things not to do. They said it in a joking way but it really was true.

Olivia didn't talk much to me since the announcement. I danced with her at the wedding and she wished me the best and hoped I had made the right decision. All in all it was a beautiful wedding. Sheila only drank a little wine because of the baby. She wasn't overly happy about that.

We took a weekend jaunt to a nearby city for a honeymoon. We did have to be back at work on Monday. Over they next few weeks we would move more and more of Sheila stuff into the trailer. I couldn't believe she had so much clothes and things.

My trailer was three bedrooms and one was full of just her things. Another we started getting ready for the baby and then there was our bedroom. I found out soon enough that Sheila wasn't much of a cook. We would eat out most of the time or go to her parents' for dinner.

We made love often but it seemed to wane the farther she got along in her pregnancy. I just figured this was expected. We would talk a lot about our futures and what we would do after the baby was born. It was something we hadn't talked about earlier.

Sheila's Mom said I didn't have to call her Mrs. White and Carol would be fine. We became better friends as the pregnancy proceeded. She could see I was really trying to be a good husband to Sheila. I helped her in everyway I could.

Since Sheila and I both worked, I told Carol that I needed to learn how to cook some simple meals. She laughed and called Olivia into the room. She told me that Olivia was a great cook and could show me and Sheila a few pointers. Olivia didn't seem too happy about it but she did come over a couple of times a week and showed me how to make simple dinners like spaghetti and a few other dishes.

I always arrived home first and we would start dinner. Sheila would show up an hour later. As much as I hate to admit it, I loved the time I spent learning to cook with Olivia. She was always smiling and laughed at my mistakes.

After the three of us ate dinner Olivia would go home. She said she had to finish her homework. Sheila and I would cuddle and watch TV. The bigger she got the less she wanted to go out. I told her she looked beautiful, pregnant and all.

We stayed away from the club for months. Sheila didn't want to go there with her big belly. I told her she wasn't the only woman to ever have a baby but she didn't think it was funny.

We found out we were going to have a baby girl and started working on names. Some seemed really bad but we kept coming up with some till we decided on Victoria. I knew I would be calling her Vicky.

Sheila was really getting quite bitchy with me. I figured it went with the pregnant territory. I got blamed for just about anything she could think of. I didn't argue with her because I knew she was having a hard time with being pregnant. Olivia had talked to her and told me what they talked about.

Sheila hated losing her figure. She was so vain. She couldn't drink or smoke her weed, which she only did once in a while, but not being able to do it made her angry. I stopped smoking once we got married. I decided I didn't need it and I was going to be a father.

Olivia also told me that Sheila didn't like the way men looked at her. I had no idea why she would worry about that. I thought she had a glow about her and it was rather sexy.

The farther into the pregnancy she got, the more she wanted it over with. She said she was going to go to an exercise class and get her body back. I can't tell you how many time she blamed me for getting her pregnant. There was no use in arguing with her.

One day when Olivia stopped by after school we talked about the way Sheila was acting. I know she was uncomfortable and I wanted to help her but had no idea what I could do. I did most of the cleaning and helping with dinner as much as I knew how.

Olivia smiled at me. "Randy, you're a great guy and Sheila is lucky to have you. If I might make a suggestion, Sheila is on her feet all day and I know they must hurt her with the additional weight. Why don't you massage her feet? Just take a few minutes and rub her feet. Even use a little oil. Maybe she won't be such a bitch to you."

There was just something about Olivia that I loved. If only...never mind, I thought, I'm a married man soon to be a father.

I tried Olivia's suggestion when Sheila arrived home. She loved it! I began to give her a foot rub every evening after she got home from work. It only took about fifteen minutes and she was a lot less bitchy with me.

At bedtime she would lay on her belly on top of pillows and I would give her a back rub. She loved it and sometime I would lower my hands to her pussy and keep rubbing. We weren't having sex as often during her last couple of months but we did a lot of petting. I used my fingers and a vibrator on her most every night.

She did give me oral sex at least twice a week. I was just happy to be able to get her off. I knew how much she liked sex but she said it was too damn uncomfortable.

Another thing we had to talk about was who was going to watch Victoria after she was born. Sheila said she wasn't going to quit work and I sure couldn't afford to quit my job. Carol, Sheila's mom, came to the rescue.

Sheila would take a leave of absence for six weeks and then Carol said she would watch Vicky while we were at work. One of us could stop by and pick her up each evening. This would work out great since Carol wasn't going to charge us anything. She told me she didn't want money for watching her own granddaughter.

I got a call one day and it was Sheila. She was at work in the hospital and her water broke. I told her I would be there as soon as possible. She asked me to stop by the house and get her suitcase that she had ready for when the time came.

When I got to the hospital I was allowed to go see her in the birthing room. She wasn't a happy camper, and swore at me for doing this to her. Hell, what could I say? I stepped out in the waiting room and her mother and father were there along with Olivia.

I'd like to say it was a quick and easy birth but it wasn't. We were at the hospital for six hours. Every time I went in the room with Sheila I got yelled at. She talked nicer to her mom and dad. Olivia stood in the background, not saying much.

When it was finally time for the delivery I went inside and put on a robe. I wanted to be a part of my baby's birth. Carol stayed in the room also. She held Sheila's hand and I watched my baby girl arrive into this world. I have to say she looked like quite a mess but the nurse informed me that all babies are covered in goop when they come out.

I cut the umbilical cord and they took the baby to measure her and clean her up. When they brought her back I was the first to hold her. She was so tiny and beautiful, I fell in love with her immediately. I knew I had tears running down my face. I held her while they cleaned up Sheila. I handed the baby over to Carol who was in tears seeing her new grandbaby.

I went to the waiting room and told Mr. White and Olivia they had a granddaughter and niece. They both went into the room to see the baby. Sheila was sitting up and holding her baby. Our new family life was about to begin.

I brought Sheila and the baby home the next day. Carol was there to help out her daughter, thank God. I had no idea what I should be doing. Carol made dinner and Mr. White came by after work. Olivia dropped in after school.

I held the baby as much as possible. Every day after work I would hurry home to be with my family. Sheila's mom stopped by most every day and explained things to watch for and how to take care of the baby.

I loved holding her and feeding her. Changing her not so much. She was my little girl and I did it. I would be the one to get up in the middle of the night and change her and then hold her till she went back to sleep.

After about a month Sheila started taking her exercise class. She said she was going to get back in shape the way she always looked. After I got home from work she would go to her classes. I did check and it was an all women's class so I didn't mind. For some reason I guess I never totally trusted Sheila but never told her.

She went to the gym at least three times a week. I have to admit she was looking good. When it was time for her to go back to work she was told she would have to work the afternoon shift. She wasn't overly happy about it.

She would take care of Vicky in the morning and around noon she would take her to her mother's house. After going to her exercise class she would go to work. I would stop by the White's house and pick up my baby girl. Every day was like a new adventure with her. I loved her so much.

Some days I would stay for dinner at the Whites', other times I just wanted to get home and relax with Vicky. It got to a point that Olivia would stop by after school to see Vicky. I think she loved her as much Sheila and I did. She would often stay for a few hours and even make dinner.

I would watch a little TV and hold my baby girl while Olivia finished her homework. I knew it was dangerous on my part to have Olivia such a big part of my life because I still got the butterflies when she was around.

I need to tell you the truth here. Olivia and I never did anything sexually together. I never even kissed her. It was just so nice having her around.

I didn't see Sheila much during the week. I would be sleeping when she got home from work. On the weekends we asked Carol or Olivia if they would watch Vicky so we could go out to dinner and do something. We took in a movie, a game or sometimes go out and dance somewhere.

After a few months Sheila was back to her old form. We did go out about once a month to the fish fry and the same old guys were still there. The only people I was happy to see were Butch, Sharon and my brothers. As far as Carlos, Bob and Ray, I could care less.

I guess Butch's place reminded me too much of the past and I didn't want those guys hugging my wife any more. Everyone always asked about the baby and would say that "Sheila didn't look like she had a kid", which made her feel good, but not me.

Sharon told me she had something she wanted to tell me some time but I never got back to her for a long time.

Sheila was back on the kick of wanting to go out with her nurse friends again. Since she was on second shift she said it would be on Saturdays. It would only be once a month. I agreed but I told her I wanted to know where she was going in case I needed to contact her.

I couldn't really tail her since I stayed home with Vicky. I was trying my best to trust her. I would usually waited up for her when she went out with the girls. She was usually pretty horny and we almost always had a good round of sex.

Olivia was due to graduate and we were all going to her graduation. Sheila reminded me that I didn't go to hers. "We had just been going together for a couple of weeks. I didn't know any of your family at the time. I think they would be offended if we didn't go to your sister's graduation. That doesn't mean I enjoy going, it's just the right thing to do."

Olivia had a party similar to Sheila's only there were less college friends, just a few of her girlfriends, and of course all the relatives attended. I don't think Sheila liked not being the center of attention. She quickly took Vicky out of my arms to show all her relatives her daughter.

Olivia smiled at me. We both knew that Sheila just wanted the attention. I congratulated Olivia and gave her a hug. What was surprising was she hugged me back. There was some unknown force between us and I believe we both knew it. 

Vicky was about six months old now and was learning to do all kind of things. I was amazed at my little girl. Olivia started on the day shift at the hospital since she was learning what was expected of her. It didn't sit with Sheila very well since she was on second shift.

Some days I would work overtime a couple of hours to finish a job. Instead of me picking up Vicky from the Whites' house Olivia volunteered to drop her off after she got out of work. I would sometimes order us a dinner and at other times she might cook something up.

Sheila didn't like Olivia coming over so often. I swore to her that nothing ever happened between Olivia and me. She was like a sister to me. At least that's what I told Sylvia. In truth I believe I loved Olivia but I would never do anything to hurt my family.

On one Friday Sheila took the day off to take Vicky for a checkup. I worked that day and was surprised Sheila didn't go to work afterwards. She told me she decided to just take the whole day off. In fact she said we ought to go to the fish fry that night.

She did her usual hugging, which I wasn't overly happy with. It seemed she even talked to the guys longer than usual. As we were eating she told me she forgot to mention that she was going to a play on Saturday night. When I asked her with who, she told me she was going with Olivia.




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"One of the doctors on the day shift had two tickets and he wouldn't be able to go and offered the tickets to Olivia. She asked me to go with her. I didn't think you would mind."

If I trusted anyone it was Olivia. Sheila mentioned to me that they were going out to dinner around eight and the play was at ten. It would be well after midnight before she would get home.

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Sex, Cheating and Romance Ch. 04



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Chapter 4

I had played with Vicky and gotten her ready for bed. I lay on the couch and watched TV and fell asleep. I heard someone knocking hard on my door. I was a bit disoriented just waking up but the knocking didn't stop. I got up and answered it.

"Mr. Randy Burke?" the officer asked. There were two officers at the door, both in uniform.

"Yes Sir, I'm Randy Burke. What can I do for you?" I looked at the clock and it was five in the morning.

"May we come in? We have something to talk with you about."

"Of course. What's so important that it couldn't wait till morning?" I asked.

"Are you married to Sheila Burke?"

"Yes! What happened? She must not have come home last night."

"Mr. Burke, I'm so sorry to have to tell you this, but your wife was killed in an accident around three this morning. We need you to come down to the morgue and identify the body. We also need to talk with you."

"What? Accident? Sheila is dead? My God! What happened?"

"Mr. Burke, we can't tell you more till after we talk to you about tonight. I am sorry, but would you please get dressed and come down to the station?"

"I have a six month old daughter sleeping. Can I call her Aunt or Grandmother to come and take care of her?"

"Of course, sir."

I was all shook up. I had no idea what had happened. I called Carol's house and while the phone rang I had wondered if Olivia was ok. After all she was with Sheila.

"Hello," said Carol. "Who's calling at this hour?"

"Carol, it's me, Randy. The police are here and they said Sheila was killed in an accident some time this morning." Before I could say anything else she screamed out. I could hear her crying when Mr. White grabbed the phone.

"Randy, what's going on? Carol just said Sheila was killed. What happened?" He was all worked up also but at least I was able to talk with him.

In the background I could hear Carol crying and then I heard Olivia's voice. Thank God she was all right.

"Mr. White, I don't know anything yet except the police are here and they say she was in some kind of accident. I have to go down to the station and identify her body. Is there anyway someone can come and watch Vicky for me?"

I heard Olivia crying and asked her Dad for the phone. "I can't believe she's dead, Randy. We were together last night. When did this happen?" She was crying while she was talking to me.

"I don't know anything right now. I just need someone to come and take care of Vicky while I go down to the police station. Can you watch her for me?"

"Of course I'll watch her. Give me fifteen minutes. God, I can't believe Sheila's dead." I could hear her crying as she hung up.

I had a Bunn coffee pot and quickly put on a pot of coffee and went and got dressed. I was quiet as possible, cause I didn't want to wake up Vicky.

I asked the one officer if he could tell me anything at all about the accident. He told me that she was a passenger on a motorcycle and the driver of the cycle was killed also.

I was totally lost for words. "Who the hell was the driver of the cycle?" I asked.

"Sorry, we have to notify next of kin before we can release the name. Mr. Burke, do you own a black pick-up truck?"

"Yes, it's an F-150. Sheila drove it last night. Where is it now?" I asked.

"We were about to ask you the same question. Can you tell me what you know about your wife's whereabouts last night and also yours?"

I poured us all a cup of coffee while we waited for Olivia to arrive. I told him about the night before.

"Sheila and her sister were going out to dinner and then to a play downtown. I guess the tickets were hard to get and they were given to Olivia, that's Sheila's sister.

"To the best of my knowledge that's what they did. You can ask Olivia when she gets here. She'll be watching my daughter."

"What made your wife drive your truck if she has her own car? I figure it's her car sitting outside."

"When she got ready to go her car wouldn't start. She had left the door open and the dome light ran the battery down. Instead of jumping it I told her to take the truck and I would charge her battery. As you can see the charger is still attached to the battery. I didn't think to disconnect it, with all that's happened."

About that time Olivia came in crying. She came to me and we hugged. "I don't understand what happened," she said.

The police officer asked her if he could ask her a few questions. "Can you tell me exactly what you and your sister did last night?"

"We went to the Olive Garden and got the large salad and had one glass of wine. That was around eight o'clock, give or take a few minutes. Then I drove us to the playhouse where we stayed until close to twelve thirty."

"So you drove Miss White?" asked the officer.

"Yes, Sheila showed up in Randy's truck. She said her car wouldn't start. She parked the truck at the house and we used my car. When we got home shortly before one she got in the truck and I thought she went home."

"What did you do at that time?"

"I went inside the house. My Mom and Dad were just getting ready for bed. I told them we had a nice time and kissed them goodnight, then went to my room and got ready for bed and watched a little TV till I fell asleep. I awoke this morning with my Mom screaming that Sheila was dead. I couldn't believe it, I still can't." Olivia had tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Miss White, but will you be able to come down to the station later this afternoon and sign a statement?"

"Sure, after I take care of Vicky when she wakes up I'll take her to my house. My parents are all ready on their way to the station to see Sheila. I'll come down after they get home. Sir, what happened?"

"All I can tell you is your sister was a passenger on a motorcycle. They hit a semi-truck head on and both were killed. If it means anything they were killed instantly and she didn't suffer," replied the officer.

I gave Olivia a hug and told her I would talk to her later when I found out more information. I went with the officers to the police station. When we got there Mr. and Mrs. White were already there. They were both crying.

"I don't know what to say to you, Randy," said Mr. White. "You've been a good husband to Sheila. Whatever it's worth, we identified her body so you don't have to remember her that way." He started crying and so did I.

The police talked with the Whites and explained to them that Sheila was a passenger on a motorcycle and both were killed. The accident was still under investigation so there wasn't much more that they could tell them. They did verify what Olivia had said about the time she arrived home.

As I was about to enter an office I notice Sharon come through the main door. She looked as though she had been crying. Seeing her told me one thing. The driver of the cycle was Carlos and she was there to identify the body. I didn't get a chance to talk to her.

An officer had me repeat my story that I told him at the house. He told me he could now tell me that the motorcycle driver was Carlos Chavez. They were trying to piece the accident together.

According to the semi-truck driver, who was uninjured, a black pick-up bumped the rear of the cycle and the driver lost control and the cycle went into the oncoming lane and the driver of the semi said they didn't have a chance. He hit his brakes but by the time the truck stopped he had dragged the cycle a good fifty feet.

He didn't have time to identify the truck that pushed the cycle or who might be driving it. He was busy trying not to hit the cycle. After bumping the cycle the truck fled the scene. He couldn't even say if it was intentional or not. He called 911 and they were at the scene within ten minutes.

"Mr. Burke, were you aware that your wife might be having an affair with Mr. Chavez?"

"No sir, I've known Carlos and his wife Sharon for years. I can't believe Sheila would be having an affair with him. We have a baby that's only six months old. She worked at the hospital as a nurse and everything was going fine."

"There will be an autopsy. We need to know if either Mr. Chavez or your wife had been drinking. We also need to know when they met up and where. Would you have any idea where they might have met or where they might have been going?"

"Carlos always hung out at Butch's Biker Bar. I used to hang out there too but stopped when we started a family."

They asked me a lot more questions and I did my best to answer them. By the time I left the police station it was after nine o'clock. I called the Whites and asked if they could take care of Vicky for a couple of days. I had a number of things to do and the police wanted to see me again on Monday.

Carol told me to take all the time I needed. Vicky was in good hands. I did tell her that Sheila's body was to be autopsied and wouldn't be released till at least Thursday. I would make funeral arrangement for Friday.

I went home and tried to get some rest but it was impossible. I called work and told them my wife died and I would be off at least the whole week. Needless to say the hospital already knew about Sheila. They are the ones that had her body shipped to the morgue. I called some of my family members and let them know and that a funeral would be planned for Friday.

I lay on the couch and finally passed out. At about seven in the evening there was a knock on the door. It was Olivia coming to check up on me. She figured I didn't eat anything and brought me a sub.

She told me she talked with the police again and retold her story. I asked her if everything she said was true and she said the only thing she didn't tell the police was when they got back to her house Sheila said, "I'm going to go and get fucked good and hard. She got in your truck and left."

Olivia thought she was talking about coming home to me but now she realized it was with someone else.

We hugged and held each other for a few minutes. I got up and got us both a beer and we ate our subs.

"Randy, are you going to be all right? Do you want me to stay here with you tonight? I can sleep on the couch." She seemed very concerned.

"No, I'll be all right and I don't want anyone talking about you. You're the nicest person I know." I hugged her and didn't want to let her go.

After she left I just turned on the TV until I fell asleep which was in the wee hours of the morning. I had such mixed feelings. My wife was killed; she was cheating on me at the time. We have a new baby and just started our life together. I was in love with her sister, which I was afraid to tell anyone including Olivia herself.

On Monday I was called back to the police station. "Mr. Burke, we located your truck. It was found behind Butch's Biker Bar. Do you have any idea how it got there?"

"Like I told you yesterday, my wife drove the vehicle. I can only think she drove it to the bar. I was at home with my daughter the whole night."

"Mr. Burke, let me update you on the latest information we received. Your truck is damaged on the left front side. Our investigators have told me that it looks like your truck matches the description of the vehicle that hit the motorcycle.

"It's locked and Mrs. Burke didn't have a key in her possession that we are aware of. Do you happen to have a key on you so we won't have to break into it? We'll be towing it to our facility and go over it for any additional evidence. Is there anything you want to tell us before we tow it in?"

"My wife had a tendency to always leave her keys in her vehicle. I told her if she kept doing that someday her car would get stolen. Are you sure they aren't there?"

"We're sure, Mr. Burke. If what you are saying is true, if we find who has the keys to your truck we'll probably have the last driver of your truck. By the way, Butch, the owner of the bar, told us that when he left early Sunday morning that your truck wasn't there. He discovered it this morning when he came to open up."

"I don't know what to tell you. My wife took the truck and that's all I know."

"You said you know Sharon Calley. She was Carlos's common law wife, is that true?"

"Yes I've known her for a good six years or more. Why are you asking about her? Does she know what happened?"

"She said her husband didn't come home that night so she came over to the bar about two-thirty and banged on the back door till Butch the owner answered it. He told her that her husband left with your wife a few minutes before she showed up.

"Apparently your wife had been there for an hour or so and was in the back room with Chavez, a Bob Lock and a Ray Meads. She then left with Chavez on his cycle. This was all verified by the bar owner, Butch.

"We asked Sharon Calley if there was any reason her husband would be going out Route 39, and she said they had a cottage about ten miles up the road from where the accident occurred. Did you know about the cottage?"

"Yes, I've been there a couple of times. It's hard enough to believe my wife cheated on me, but by what you are saying, she wasn't coming home that night. I'll admit she was something of a flirt but I can't believe she did this to me and our daughter."

"We'll be talking to Bob Lock and Ray Meads today. I suggest you stay away from the bar. We don't need any more trouble, and you sure don't. We'll call you when we get a report on the autopsies. Till then, please be where we can reach you."

I went by the Whites to see my daughter. Olivia was holding her. I brought them up to date on everything I was told. They had a hard time believing that Sheila was that wild. I didn't say much about it. After all, she was dead and the family had to deal with it.

When I mentioned my truck they said they remembered Sheila parking it in their drive. Of course Olivia had told the police that she had driven away by herself.

Why would anyone take my truck and run them off the road? Damn! It didn't make sense. I know I was one of their suspects but a couple of my neighbors in the trailer court had told them that I didn't go anywhere that night. My motorcycle makes a lot of noise and they didn't hear anything, and the battery in Sheila's car was still charging.

I had to wonder if it was Sharon. She had motive, she was there at the bar so she had the opportunity. I just couldn't see Sharon doing such a thing. She wasn't married and could have left Carlos any time. I knew there wasn't any love between her and Sheila.

Maybe Bob or Ray did it. They could have gotten mad at Carlos and wanted to get even. Hell, it could have been anyone. I would have figured it was an accident if it wasn't my truck, but someone used it to bump or ram Carlos and Sheila in the rear. That had to be intentional.

While Olivia watched Vicky, Carol helped me make the funeral arrangements for Friday. We were only going to have her laid out the one day. On Thursday I signed the papers for them to send the body to the funeral home. While I was there an officer told me the autopsy report.

Both Sheila and Carlos had a high alcohol level. They also found traces of marijuana in their system. There was also traces of another drug that was a sexual enhancer. They only found it in Sheila. The worst part was they found semen from three different donors.

It means that Sheila had unprotected sex with at least three men that night prior to being killed. Didn't she care at all about me? I was mad but what could I do now? She was dead and so was the main culprit. I could get even with Ray and Bob, but now wasn't the time. I knew the police would be watching me.

On Friday at the funeral I wasn't sure what to do or how to act. I stayed away from the casket as much as possible. When I looked at Sheila I could only think of all the lies and cheating she must have done during our short marriage.

I stood on the side and greeted people. My one sister and two brothers came to pay their respects. I called Sue and told her not to travel up for the funeral. I told her the truth that Sheila had cheated on me and was killed along with one of her lovers.

Olivia sat near me and held Vicky. When Olivia went to greet some of her relatives I held my daughter. She was my life now. I looked up and two people from the bar came to the funeral home, Butch and Sharon. 

Butch paid his condolences. He was a good guy and did his best to stay out of other people's lives. He told me he was sorry he didn't interfere in my case. He did tell me that he banned both Bob and Ray from his bar. He wished he would have done it years ago. He said they were nothing but trouble, along with Carlos. Of course he didn't say it in front of Sharon.

Sharon came up to me, "Randy, I'm so sorry. You are the one guy that deserved so much better than you got." She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. "I still need to talk to you. Please call me when you get a chance; we really need to talk."

I told her I would but I had no idea what she wanted to talk about. I remember her saying the same thing to me about the time I got married but we never did talk.

We had a dinner reception after the funeral. Even though I hated what Sheila had done, I still respected her family. I realized they were going through a terrible time also.

The following day was Carlos's funeral. I had no intention of going. I did give my sympathies to Sharon the day before. I knew one thing for sure. She was a lot better off without that asshole in her life.

On Monday I started back to work. I would leave a few minutes early each day and drop Vicky at Carol's. She was the nearest thing I had to a mother. Most days she had me stay for dinner.

Olivia came over a few days a week and helped me sort out Sheila's things. It was overwhelming but Olivia was like the rock I could depend on. I still didn't have the courage to tell her how I felt about her.

I got a call from the salvage yard to come and get my truck. They didn't get any fresh prints other than Sheila's and mine. An officer said he was wondering why the airbag didn't deploy when the truck struck the cycle. That's when he found out I didn't have an air bag.

A year ago I had an accident where I barely struck a guardrail and the airbag deployed. When I found out what the dealer wanted for a new one I just tore the old one out and glued the opening shut. The officer told me I needed to get a new airbag put in. It was the law. I thought that was the least of my problems.

A couple of months went by and on my way home from work I stopped to get some groceries. I ran into Sharon in the meat department, of all places.

"Hi Sharon, you're looking better," I said.

"Thank you, I'm finally getting along with my life. By the way, when are we going to have that talk?"

"We can talk now if you have time. Why don't we have dinner at the local restaurant?"

I called Carol and told her I was having dinner with a friend. I would be about an hour late. She said it was fine and she would see me in a little while.

Sharon and I got a booth and she proceeded to tell me what she had heard.

Thank you for reading my story
Comments are always welcome and appreciated.
DG Hear



Sex, Cheating and Romance Ch. 05



This is the fifth of six chapters. You may want to read the previous chapters before reading this one. Thank you to all the readers who are still with me, and to my copy editor, Estragon.

DG Hear

Chapter 5

"Randy I always thought a lot of you. You know that. I was always hoping you would find the right woman. When you first started dating Sheila it bothered me. I wanted to tell you that I thought she was cheating on you. 

"One night I saw it with my own eyes. It was when you went to see your sister in Ohio. It was Saturday night and she came to the bar. I asked Carlos to take me home and he told me to go home myself, he would see me in a couple of hours.

"I stayed for a while, and Sheila went to the back room with Carlos, Bob and Ray. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know what they were doing. After an hour I went home. I wanted to tell you but you didn't come by the bar for weeks. When I did finally see you, you told everyone that you and Sheila were getting married."

"Sharon, it's over and done now. There's not much I can do about it. Sheila and Carlos are dead. Some day if I ever see Bob and Ray I'll pay my respects, if you know what I mean. Right now I have a little girl that needs her daddy."

"After your daughter was born I heard Carlos, Bob and Ray say that it could be their kid and they laughed about it. Carlos told me if I ever told you he would leave me. I didn't know what to do. I thought since Carlos is now dead that I should let it go but you deserve to know the truth.

"Believe me, I've thought long and hard about telling you this after you got married. I thought that maybe Sheila would change her ways and you would all have a good life together. She's been back to the bar twice that I know of since the baby was born and the last time she was heading to the cottage with Carlos. I know he gave her drugs but she knew what she was taking.

"Bob and Ray were suppose to meet them at the cottage. At least that's what Bob said. I'm really sorry, but I believe you should know the truth." Sharon started crying.

I knew it was hard for her to tell me. I almost wished she wouldn't have. I sat there at the restaurant after she left wondering if Victoria was my daughter. I loved her so much, but what if she wasn't mine?

It had been a couple of months since Sheila's death and the police said they weren't any closer to knowing who used my truck that fateful night. There just wasn't any evidence to prove who could have been driving. Sharon's kids told the police that their mother had gotten home when she said she did.

They did talk to Bob and Ray and they both did go to the cottage on their bikes but Carlos and Sheila never showed up. They didn't take Route 39 but went there another way so they didn't know about the accident till sometime Sunday.

I headed home and called the Whites' house. I asked Carol if she could keep Vicky for the night. I had somewhere I had to go and wouldn't be back till the next day.

"Is there something wrong, Randy? Is there something we can do for you?" I knew she could see the tone in my voice was different.

"No, it's just something I have to do. I'll be back tomorrow; just watch Vicky for me."

I hung up and headed on my cycle to a biker bar forty miles away. It was pretty much out in the middle of nowhere. I had heard that was where Bob and Ray hung out now since they were banned from Butch's place.

When I got there I recognized Bob's cycle. I cut his fuel line and knew he wouldn't make it much farther than a block or two before he would be out of gas. I sat back and waited till I saw him come out. He had a bar whore with him. They got on his cycle, made it about two blocks before the cycle stopped.

The broad was pissed and told him to go to hell and walked back to the bar. I pulled up on my bike. He stood there without a helmet cussing when he saw his fuel line was cut. I took off my helmet and when he saw who it was he froze. I hit him hard across the face with my helmet. He fell to the ground.

"Please, no more Randy!" He was bleeding from his mouth and the side of his face was starting to swell.

"Did you fuck my wife, you bastard? If I find out you're lying to me I'll fuckin' kill you!"

"Yes, you know we did the first time she came to the bar."

I reared back with my helmet to hit him again. "Ok, ok, yes we did it a few other times. Please don't hit me again."

"Did she say one of you three assholes might be the father of my kid?"

"Yes, she's the one that said it. We just laughed." I kicked him in the side.

"Did you fuck her the night she was killed and were you invited to Carlos's cottage?"

"Oh God, yes, I'm sorry. Please don't kill me."

I took out a rag and wiped some of the blood off his face and put it in a plastic baggie. "If I find out you're lying to me I'll come back and kill you. You tell the cops I smacked you around, I'll kill you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes, I won't tell anyone!" Bob cried.

"Where's your fucking buddy Ray?" I asked.

"He left town. He was afraid you might come after us. He went out west somewhere. Honest Randy, I don't know where he is."

"You tell that mother fucker if he ever comes back to Michigan, he's a dead man. Can you pass that along for me?"

"Yes, I'll tell him if I ever hear from him but I haven't heard from him since Carlos's funeral."

I got on my bike and headed back home. I called off work for the next day. I let Carol know I was back home and asked her if she could ask Olivia to bring Vicky home after she got home from work. She said she would do it.

I made some spaghetti the way that Olivia had showed me and a couple of pieces of Texas Toast. She arrived shortly after six with Vicky. I took my little girl and hugged her. Olivia told me that Carol had already fed Vicky but I put her in her high chair so she could play with her spaghetti. She loved to do that.

"Randy, are you all right? I'm worried about you," said Olivia.

"I'm fine but I need a big favor from you," I replied. "I'll explain it after we finish our spaghetti."

We ate and Vicky had sauce all over her face. She looked happy. In a way it was sad that she never seemed to miss her mother. Thank God for Carol and Olivia.

"Are you ready to hear my favor?" I asked.

"I'd do anything for you Randy, what do you need?"

I told her about the talk I had with Sharon and even told her I looked up Bob to get the story verified. She was shocked when I told her Vicky might not be my daughter.

"Oh my God! I don't believe it. She's your daughter, Randy, I truly believe it."

"She looks more like you then she does me with the red hair." It made Olivia smile.

"What do you want me to do, Randy?"

I pulled out the baggie with the bloody rag with Bob's blood on it. I then took a knife and made a cut on my hand and it started to bleed.

"Randy, what are you doing?" screamed Olivia. She got up and wrapped a clean rag around my hand.

"Olivia, I need to know if I am Victoria's biological father. The rag in the baggy is Bob's blood. You now have mine on the rag when it's done bleeding. I was hoping you could get Carlos's DNA from the hospital results. I know Sharon will allow it if there is a problem.

"I want you to have the DNA's run and you can get a sample from Vicky. I love her with all my heart and no one is going to take her from me but I need to know who the sperm donor is."

Olivia was crying. She knew this meant a lot to me. She did tell me it wasn't like TV, it would take at least two weeks to get the results.

Olivia took the cloth of my hand and put a bandage on it. She put the sample in another baggie. She went and got a couple of cotton swabs and swabbed Vicky's mouth after wiping off the spaghetti sauce. I had to smile at the way she took care of her niece.

With the three samples in hand she walked to the door. She turned to look at me and I don't know what made me do it but I leaned forward and kissed her. I backed away and she stared at me.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," was all I could say. She looked at me like a deer caught in headlights.

"I'll see you tomorrow," was all she said and left. God, what did I do? My mind was a real mess. I just hoped I didn't ruin our relationship. It's the first time I had ever kissed her on the lips. It may seem trivial to some people but I knew it wasn't to Olivia.

Vicky was acting up a little and wanted out of her highchair. I took her out and cleaned her up. I couldn't help wondering if she was really mine. I didn't know anything about parental rights law and even wondered if anyone could legally take her away from me.

The following morning when I dropped off Vicky at the Whites', Carol told me she wanted to talk to me after work if I had the time. I told her I would see her when I came to pick up Vicky and we could talk.

I was a mess the whole day. I had to wonder if she knew something I didn't. I know she loved Victoria and was hoping there wasn't a problem there. As soon as I left work I went to talk to Carol.

"Randy, I'm not sure how to bring this up. Sheila was my wild daughter, which we both know. We tried hard to raise her right but she was her own person. We tried to give her everything and hoped she would grow up and be more responsible.

"We knew her wild side and even though we hated it we tried to keep the lines of communications open with her. Once the two of you got married we thought she was finally maturing. We hoped she would finally settle down when Victoria was born. We love Victoria more than anyone. She's our only grandchild."

I wasn't sure were this was going but I listened to Carol talk. She seemed a bit nervous but at the same time rather calm about what she was saying.

"Olivia, on the other hand, was our baby girl. She was quite the opposite of Sheila. She was quiet and always helpful. A lot of people thought she sat in the shadows of Sheila but it's not true. She loved learning and often helped Sheila with her homework, even though she was younger.

"She never dated much. I think it was because of the way her sister was. Olivia and I are very close. She came home last night and told me that you kissed her."

"Carol, I'm so sorry. It was wrong of me and I don't know what made me do it. I don't know how to make up for it."

"Randy, Olivia has been infatuated with you since she first met you. She told me she loves you last night and asked me what she should do. She knows this is a very awkward situation and is not sure how you feel. It's only been a few months since Sheila's funeral."

"Carol, it's very hard for me too. I honestly really care for Olivia. I wanted to ask her out but since she is Sheila's sister and it's only been a few months I didn't know how to act either. You and John are almost like parents to me. There is no way I would want to hurt either of you.

"Did Olivia tell you about the DNA tests?"

"Yes she did. No matter who the sperm donor Victoria is still my granddaughter..." I interrupted her.

"No matter who the sperm donor she is still my daughter. I don't want to lose her." I know I had tears in my eyes.

"You're not going to lose her Randy, I promise," said Carol. Being the grandparents, they would be the only ones who could ask for custody if I wasn't the father. No one else would know of the DNA test results.

Carlos was dead, Bob was scared shitless of me and Ray was gone out west somewhere.

"Carol, do you foresee any problem with me dating Olivia? I understand it's strange but I really care for her and she is so good with Vicky. Would John think it's ok? I really don't want to be with any other woman."

"Let's leave it up to Olivia. She's a very smart woman and I'm sure can make her own decision."

****

Carol asked me to stay for dinner. She got up and was doing her cooking and I was playing with Vicky when Olivia came home. She looked at me but didn't say anything. Finally I spoke.

"Your Mom and I had a talk. It was mostly about you. I was wondering if you would have a problem dating me? I asked her opinion and she said you can speak for yourself. Olivia, I know I shouldn't say this since I was married to your sister and she passed away but I always had special feelings for you."

Before she could answer Mr. White, John, came home. Olivia gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him hi. He said hello to me and then went to greet his wife. I know Carol wouldn't mind if Olivia and I dated but I wasn't sure how her dad felt.

I thought I would test the waters seeing we were all at the table eating. I mentioned there was a movie playing at the theatre that I remember Olivia said she wanted to see it.

"Would you like to go see the movie tonight? Of course, that is. , if your mom wouldn't mind watching Vicky." Now as I waited for an answer, I knew that broke the ice as everyone including John looked at me.

"I don't mind watching Vicky if you want to go," said Carol to Olivia. She must be on my side. John looked over at his wife but still didn't say anything.

"Sure, I want to see that movie," she said to me. She then looked over at her father. "Dad, do you have a problem with me going to the movies with Randy?"

"Ok, what's going on?" said John. "Do you two want to start dating and need my blessing or something?" John was far from a stupid person.

"Mr. White, I know this is awkward since I was married to Sheila. I like Olivia a lot but I know this is a highly unusual circumstance. If you or Mrs. White have reservations about Olivia and I dating I will back away even though I really care for her a lot."

Olivia spoke. "Dad, you should know I care for him also. I'm not Sheila and you know I haven't dated much. I really like Randy, a lot. We have never done anything inappropriate. He has always been respectful of me and of you and Mom."

Mr. White spoke. "Randy, you were a good husband to Sheila even though she cheated on you. You are a good father to my granddaughter. Needless to say I have mixed emotions as probably all of you do. I want to see my daughter happy. If being with you makes her happy then you two have my blessing.

"Take good care of her, she is the only daughter I have left." I could see him tear up a little. Olivia got up and hugged her father.

We finished dinner and headed off to the movies. For the next two weeks we saw each other most every day. We hugged and kissed but didn't push the envelope. That was until a couple of weeks later.

I had worked late, it was a Friday night and Olivia brought Vicky home. She sat down and said she had the DNA results. "Before I show them to you I will tell you one of the three is the biological father of Victoria. I need you to promise me that no matter who it is, that your feelings toward Victoria won't change."

"I'm listed as her father on her birth certificate and that isn't going to change. I just have to know the truth. I hope you understand." I picked up Vicky and gave her a hug.

Olivia handed me the DNA results. She showed me how to compare them by holding up Bob's and Vicky's. They were not a match. I was getting nervous. I then took Carlos's DNA test and held it side by side to Vicky's. It also was not a match. I started to tear up. I remember Olivia telling me that one of the three was a match.

I held up my DNA and it showed I was the biological father of Vicky. I started crying. Vicky never saw me cry and she started crying. I told her nothing was wrong and that I was crying because I was happy. I took a tissue and wiped her tears.

Olivia leaned over and kissed me very gently but passionately. She called her mother and asked if she would watch Vicky because we wanted to go out and celebrate. Her mother knew about the test but not the results. She was overjoyed to find out I was Vicky's biological father.

Her dad was never aware of the tests. We decided he really didn't need to know unless he would ask. In that case we would tell him about me taking a DNA test.

Olivia packed an overnight bag for Vicky. I didn't know it at the time. When we got to her house she and Carol went in the other room and talked. I waited for her and played with Vicky. God, I loved my little girl.

Olivia changed clothes and came out with an overnight bag. She didn't say anything to me as she said goodbye to her mother. I asked Olivia where she wanted to go. We went to the Red Lobster for dinner and then to the Sheraton Motel where they had a band playing that night.

She asked me to carry her overnight bag and she took her purse. Instead of going into the lounge she went up to the counter and asked for a room for the night. She asked me for my credit card, which I handed to her. We got our key card and headed up to our room.

I hadn't said a word since we had dinner except for where we were going. I opened our door and after we went in Olivia looked at me and said, "Randy, I'm in love with you. I have been ever since I met you. Tonight we are going to make love. First we are going downstairs and dance a little and have a couple of drinks."

"I have loved you also but since I got your sister pregnant I wanted to do the right thing. Fate has brought us together. Tonight we won't have sex but we will make love." I kissed her and she went to freshen up; then we headed down to the lounge.

We were down in the lounge having a couple of drinks and she told me more about herself. She did tell me that she did have sex with one boy when she started college. Her sister convinced her to go to a party and she got drunk. She lost her virginity that night and blamed her sister.

She said Sheila was always calling her the goody-two-shoes and had set her up. She said she never forgave her sister for that. She wanted to save herself for the man she loved and up to that time hadn't met him.

"It was the only time that I ever had intercourse; I need you to know that. I don't have any experience but I love you and trust you. I am on the pill but you can use a condom if you want."

I told her enough talking for now and I wanted to hold her in my arms. We danced every slow dance and I could feel my heart beating as I held her close. I now realized that she was the one. The woman I dreamed about my whole life. She just felt so good. We kissed a number of times on the dance floor.

While we were dancing I saw a big difference between her and Sheila. Sheila was always looking for attention but Olivia was there for me. I saw other men look at her but she never looked back. It reminded me of that song, 'I only have eyes for you'.

After a while we went up to our room. "Olivia, are you sure about this? I don't want you to have any doubts."

"Just as long as you love me, that's all I ask," was her reply.

"I love you as much as I love Vicky. I've never loved any woman more." It was my way of telling her that I never loved Sheila the way I loved her. She was smart and I know she picked up on it.

She grabbed her overnight bag and went into the bathroom. She came out in silky red baby doll pajamas. She looked so beautiful and with her red hair she was sexy as can be. Her pj's didn't hide anything. I took her in my arms and kissed her passionately.

I stripped down to my briefs and we lay on the bed together. We spent the next hour doing nothing but necking and foreplay. I kissed and rubbed every inch of her body. I even rubbed her feet like she told me to for Sheila.

I undid her top and saw her perfect breasts. Before squeezing them I began to suck on her nipples and got them both hard. I then gently massaged her breasts. She kept telling me how good it felt and how much she loved me.

I worked my way down to her slim belly. I actually licked her belly. She tasted so good. She told me she often used a coconut oil on her skin. When I would kiss her belly she would pull it in. I started kissing her below her belly button. I loved the light fuzz of hair leading down to her red bush.




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I slipped off her pj bottoms and buried my face in her red bush. I kept rubbing my face all over it and I could smell her sex. I lowered my face to her pussy and spread her lips with my fingers as I used my tongue on her. She was moving all over the place and had her hands on my head pulling my face tighter into her pussy.

I felt her have her first orgasm. "Oh shit! That felt so good. I wish we could go on forever. I love you so much."

I continued to suck on her pussy when she said, "Randy, I want to do you too. I've never given a blowjob before so you have to show me."

I got up and my cock was already hard. I lay on my back with her over me. I showed her how to wrap her hand around my cock so she wouldn't get too much in her mouth and choke on it. Her hand wouldn't go all the way around my cock so she used both hands.

I watched her slowly lower her lips over the head of my cock. She pulled her head back up and asked me, "Is that how to do it?"

I smiled at her and she lowered her head again. She eventually worked about four inches of my cock in her mouth and bobbed up and down. When she pulled it out of her mouth she licked my precum off of my cock.

"Randy, I want you in me." She looked so sweet and sexy.

She lay back down and I got between her legs. I pushed her legs up near her chest and saw her beautiful red bush and her pussy glistening. I helped hold her legs up while I rubbed my cock back and forth against her opening.

Finally I pushed the head into her and she looked at my face and said, "I love you." She gave herself completely to me. I pumped my cock in and out of her. She continued to hold her legs up and I took my hand and kept rubbing her nub.

She screamed out, "Oh God, I'm coming! Please never stop, it feels so good!"

Needless to say I couldn't last any longer as I pushed hard into her and came. I left my cock in her and she lowered her legs. I lay across her but held my weight on my arms. I could still feel her pussy spasm. I leaned over and kissed her.

"Was I ok?" she asked me.

"You've got to be kidding. Olivia, that's was the best sex that I can ever remember. I have to believe it was because love was involved. We both wanted to do our best for each other. It wasn't only ok but it was fantastic."

She smiled and I rolled off of her and we cuddled for a while. I got up and turned off the lights. After I returned to the bed I lay on my back and she mounted me. She slid right down over my hard cock and rode me. I held onto her hips and watched our joint juices running out of her and down my cock.

After about ten minutes she came again and her spasms made me come again. She sat there and rubbed her pussy back and forth across my pelvic area. She asked me if I could reach the tissues. She grabbed a handful out of the box and as she raised up she pushed the tissues between her legs and ran to the bathroom.

She was back five minutes later with a damp washcloth and wiped me off. She slipped her pj's back on and climbed back into bed with me. We both fell asleep.

In the morning I had a piss hard-on and got up and went to the bathroom. On returning to the bed I saw her pj covered ass. I rubbed her ass and found out she was awake. She pushed her bottoms down and told me to go for it. I didn't last long but we both were able to come once more.

Afterwards we both got up and took separate showers. Olivia said if we took a shower together we'd never get done. After the showers we went downstairs and had a nice breakfast.

As we were eating Olivia looked at me and asked, "Do you still love me today?" The thing is I believe she was serious.

"Yes, even more than I did yesterday, if that's possible." She smiled at me and we finished our breakfast.

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DG Hear



Sex, Cheating and Romance Ch. 06



This is the final chapter. Thanks for staying with me. I hope it answers most of your questions. A big 'Thank You' to Estragon for editing this story and making it a much better read. 

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From that night forward my life seemed so much better. I worked each day and stopped by the Whites' and picked up Vicky. Maybe two nights a week I stayed for dinner but the other nights I headed home, and Olivia would usually stop by.

We must have made love at least three times a week. We christened every room in my trailer and most of them more than once. It wasn't a surprise to anyone when I asked her to marry me. We had a small wedding and reception. We got married at the church and had the reception in the church family center.

Olivia looked absolutely beautiful. My sisters and brothers attended as well as Olivia's relatives and some of the people that Olivia worked with. We took a short cruise for our honeymoon. We had fun on the ship by day and made love every night. We stopped off at one of the islands and enjoyed the beach together. I never realized life could be so good.

Before getting married we looked for a house. We found a modest three bedroom home not far from where Olivia's parents lived. When we arrived home from the cruise we began moving into it. Each night after work I would use my pickup truck and move some of my things in.

I would then stop by and take a load of Olivia's things. We actually had fun moving. We enjoyed doing everything together. We had to buy some appliances but Carol gave us a lot of things we would need.

Victoria was saying a few words and called Olivia "Mommy". We had a talk with Olivia's parents and we all decided that Olivia would adopt Victoria. After all she knew her as her mother. We would tell her the truth some day, that her mother had been killed in an accident and Olivia adopted her.

On one Saturday I had to work and left the pickup home for Olivia to use. I had gotten rid of Sheila's car shortly after her death. I drove Olivia's car to work that day so she could use the truck to move a few things. What I didn't realize was I forgot to leave the key to the truck for Olivia to use.

I never got around to having a second key made. I figured Olivia would be mad at me when I arrived home but she wasn't. She had used the truck and the second truck key was on a board where we kept extra keys.

I had never told anyone about not finding Sheila's key to my truck. I figured it was just one of those things we'd never know who had driven the truck that night of Sheila's death.

When I asked Olivia she told me that she had found it among Sheila's things when she helped clean out her personal belongings many months before. She never thought much about it and just kept it in her purse.

She looked at me kind of funny. "What's the matter Honey? Is something wrong?" asked Olivia.

"Olivia, we need to talk." We went and sat down on the couch and I told her about the missing key. That there was no way that the key would have been in the trailer among Sheila's things. Sheila had used it that night to drive my truck. The key was never recovered. Olivia began to cry.

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I took her in my arms. I loved this woman more than life itself. I told her I wanted to hear the true story of what happened. Vicky was in for her nap and I made Olivia and I a screwdriver and we sat at the kitchen table.

Olivia told me her story.

"It was an accident but I don't think anyone would have believed me. Everything I told you about my life is true. The same goes for Sheila only she was a lot worse than anyone knows. I don't know how she got away with it for so long but she would have sex with most anyone.

"We argued time and time again about her sexual escapades. I often told her I would tell Mom and Dad if she didn't stop. She just laughed at me. She said, 'You're a total goody-two-shoes and wouldn't hurt them like that.' She was right I couldn't tell them she was whoring around.

"She would often throw her sex life at me. We were just worlds apart in our thinking. I was waiting for Mr. Right and she would fuck anyone. Then the one time I went to a party with her I told you she got me drunk. She put something in my drink also. I don't know what it was.

"I felt powerless as she let some guy use me. I hated her for that. We never talked much after that until she met you. She told me she had a new boyfriend and he was coming to her graduation party; it was you. I couldn't believe it when you came to the door.

"You were sort of shy and good looking. You were more of the kind of man I was hoping to meet. I couldn't believe I took your hand and walked you outside to give you to my whore sister.

"I knew Sheila was cheating on you and then you came by the house and said the two of you were getting married. My heart dropped. I cared for you and Sheila knew it. That's why I stopped by to teach you to cook when Mom asked me to. I liked being near you.

"I honestly hoped that Sheila would change when Victoria came into this world. She had it all. A wonderful husband, a beautiful baby and a good profession. Yet I could see her converting back to the old Sheila. She was back to her girls' night out. She put on a front the first time.

"She told me she saw you. So I guessed you must have followed her. She was on her best behavior that night. After that I didn't want to be around her anymore. I tried to spend my extra time visiting with you and Victoria. She told me that she knew I liked you but you would never leave her for me.

"I cried many nights, wanting to tell you the truth about her but didn't want to hurt you. Then I received the tickets for the play. Mom said I should ask Sheila to go with me seeing we never spent time together anymore. Mom must have turned a blind eye to Sheila's doings.

"I did ask Sheila to go and she asked me if we could pick up a couple of men afterwards for some hot sex. I didn't even answer her and she laughed at me.

"After that everything I said was true. We had dinner at the Red Lobster and went to see the play. When I arrived home Sheila told me she was going to go to the bar and get fucked good and hard.

"I had had enough. I went in the house and said goodnight to my parents. After about a half hour when I knew they were sleeping I went out of the door that I have in my room, got in my car and went to that biker bar that we had the fish fry at. I was sure that was where Sheila was going.

"I decided that I was going to tell you the truth about Sheila and her cheating ways. I just needed to make sure that I would be telling you the truth and I did see her at the bar.

"I saw your truck parked at that all night store near the bar. I guess that way no one would see it at the bar. I was scared and nervous; I had my camera to take picture of her coming out of the bar. I had to wait about forty-five minutes before she came out and was kissing some guy outside behind the bar.

"I took some pictures and was about ready to leave when she got on this guy's motorcycle. They both looked drunk to me. I didn't want to follow them in my car since Sheila might recognize it so I remembered how she always left her keys in the ignition and looked in your truck.

"Sure enough they were in it. I decided to follow them in your truck. Sheila would never expect to be followed in the truck she had been driving. I had to wonder where they were going. I wanted to give you more proof of her cheating so I slipped on my driving gloves and followed them.

"We were out on the highway and it was late. I don't remember the time but there was very little traffic. I was tailing them at what I thought was a safe distance but then a semi truck was coming at us from the other direction and his lights were blinding me. All of a sudden I was very close to the cycle when he applied his brakes.

"I hit mine but it was too late. I bumped the rear of the cycle and he swerved in front of the oncoming truck. I saw the truck hit the cycle. I panicked. I had just killed my sister. I didn't know what to do. I knew I would go to jail. All I wanted to do is for her to stop whoring around and cheating on you and Victoria."

She was crying now, I held her in my arms till she was able to talk again. I do have to say I had very mixed emotions.

She calmed down enough to finish her story. "I drove back to where my car was. I hid your truck behind the bar and locked it so no one would steal it. There was some minor damage to the front. I took the key and got in my car and went home. I cried myself to sleep till I heard mom screaming that Sheila was dead."

"My God, have you been holding this in all this time?" I said to Olivia.

"No, as you know my mother and I are best friends. I was crying when she came back from the police station. I told her I had to talk to her. I told her the truth about following Sheila to the bar and was going to tell you how she was cheating on you.

"I told her how I had followed her down the highway and the guy she was with was all over the road. I knew they must have been drunk. Then there was that semi with his bright lights that blinded me for a second. It must have blinded the motorcyclist also as he hit his brakes.

"I hit mine but I did bump fairly hard into the motorcycle. I told mom how sorry I was and asked her if I should turn myself in? She started crying and told me she wasn't going to lose both of her daughters. We cried together and she told me never to tell anyone.

"She did tell me I should take care of Victoria which I never minded doing. I have always loved her as though she was my own daughter."

I hugged Olivia until she finished crying. She did tell me that her mother looked at the pictures she had taken of Sheila and Carlos and then deleted them from her camera.

"Well that's the truth. Only you and Mom know the story. Are you going to turn me in?" ask Olivia.

"What? God no! I love you. What you did was wrong, there's no doubt about it. If I was to be honest with you, if I was in the truck I would have ran them off the road myself. We'll never talk about or mention this ever again."

Epilogue:

We never did talk about it again and Olivia never told her mother that I knew the truth about the accident. I took my truck in the following day and traded it in for another one. I didn't want the truck in my possession any more.

All this happened four years ago. Olivia and I now have two more children, both boys. Victoria loves her two little brothers. Olivia now works part-time in a doctor's office so she can be home with the kids.

Each year on Sheila's birthday we go to the cemetery and say a prayer for her. God knows what might have happened if I had caught her cheating on me.

Olivia is the best wife and lover that any man could as for. I don't even look at other women. Why look at hamburger when I have steak at home.

We know not telling about the accident is wrong. There is no way I would give up my wife for anything. We are willing to live with the consequences of our actions for as long as we live.

For us this story has a happy ending.

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DG Hear