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My Maria

By: hafnium10



She was the reason he came in every morning.. He really didn't like coffee enough to pay $4.50 a cup but knew her schedule by heart. He knew from her nametag that she was Maria and had started greeting her by name as he ordered. She would smile and say good morning to him like she did to the other customers before him but it made his heart jump just the same. She was not the youngest worker in the shop but she was the only one who made his heart race. He would change lines when she wasn't looking to be sure it was her that waited on him. He was hoping that she noticed him more than the others but knew he was probably kidding himself. He ordered the most complicated drinks they made just so he could watch her walking behind the counter...her short skirt raising precariously as she bent over to get items from below the countertop. His career as a college track athlete had given him a great appreciation for athletic legs and hers were everything he wanted on a woman. 

He knew she lived in the apartment complex around the corner from the shop. He knew when she left work and had followed her home a few times... walking on the other side of the street of course to stay out of her view. He was lucky that her apartment was on the second floor and faced the quiet side street. He had seen her walking around her apartment after work, unbuttoning her blouse as she moved from the living room to the bedroom. He had gotten lucky and seen her once or twice in her bra as she removed her blouse and threw it in the direction of what he assumed was her bed. But it was the night when he had been downtown and he had decided to walk her street that changed his attitude toward her forever... made him want her. 

She was standing by the bedroom window .. closer than she should have been. She was wrapped in a large yellow bath towel.. her hair wet and her face flushed. He assumed she had just gotten out of the shower as he stood in the shadows of the doorway across the street, smiling at his luck. Her breasts are barely contained in that bizarre origami towel tuck that only women seem to know how to do. Was she aware that she could be seen from the street? 

As he was pondering his opportunity, she dropped the towel to the floor. She was standing with her back to him as she looked at what he assumed was a mirror. Her long brown hair, still wet from her shower hung down to the small of her back. Where the hair ends her rounded ass began. He could feel his cock becoming instantly erect at the sight of her...well proportioned, muscular without a hint of a tan line on her anywhere. With her head turned to the side, he could see the slight smile on her lips .. she was obviously as happy with her body as he was. As she turns to look at herself from the other side, he hears himself gasp at the first view of her breasts. Even from this far away, he can see her nipple are erect as she views herself.  

He had imagined her body all of those times he had watched her making coffee for him but now understood that his imagination was no match for what he was now admiring. She had been a fantasy for those times when he needed to relieve his sexual tension but he now saw that reality was so beyond what his mind had pictured. Her hazel green eyes and long hair made his heart skip a beat so many times ... now he wanted to be standing there with her .. looking deeply into them as he held her face in his hands and kissed her soft lips gently. 

His mind was drawn back to the reality of the moment as he watched her step toward her bedroom window .. totally naked and visible to anyone with the luck to look upward. He had not realized that her patio door was open until she stepped through it and out onto her small window deck. Does she know he is there?

He watched her swing her head gently, causing her hair to swing across her shoulders and cover her breasts. She raised one hand to take in a handful of hair and stroked the other with the brush she had carried out with her. His eyes followed each stroke as they moved from her head down her body. It was then he notices the lightly trimmed hair between her legs. The hair only highlighted the length of her legs. He did not know exactly how long she stood there before turning and walking back into her apartment. To him, it seemed like an eternity. He was sure she could see his wide smile in the doorway. It was then that he made his plan to have her.

The next morning during his usual coffee run, he could not help but see her in a new light .. he knew what was straining to escape the t-shirt she had on under her apron. He knew what was hiding just beneath her short skirt as she bent over to get the skim milk from the refrigerator under the counter. He could swear that she was smiling at him a little longer than usual. Her hazel eyes shimmered as the sunshine poured in through the shop window, showing highlights of green color as they glanced up at him.

He was not ashamed of how his body had aged. His six foot frame had added a few pounds to his younger, more athletic frame over the years. His brown hair had thinned and showed signs of gray. Glasses now covered his blue eyes but did nothing to dim the desire that had been born inside him as he watched her the night before. He wished he could just ask her out and know that she would be agreeable but knew better. He knew he was at least 20 years her elder and that she probably had many younger men to choose from. She was surely the cougar that many of these younger men were hoping to experience in their lives. He could see the younger guys in line staring at her while they awaited their few minutes to be with her. He left the shop knowing that he would take the first opportunity he had to be with her.

His chance came sooner than he expected. His group of friends convinced him that the downtown sports bar was the ideal place to watch the playoff game. The bar scene had long since passed him by but he had been single for a while now and they kept telling him there would be lots of drunk and possibly horny women there that might want to keep him company for the evening. He decided that he might get lucky if they were drunk enough but his real motivation was that the bar was just down the street from the coffee shop and he might get a chance to walk by Maria's apartment building before he went home if he didn't get lucky. Just the thought of maybe getting to see her again had him excited. But it turned out even better than he could have hoped as he saw her standing at the bar with her girlfriends.

Her dress barely contained her. The spaghetti straps strained to contain her ample breasts and the hem showed as much leg as it could without being indecent. The number of bottles in front of her told him she had been there for awhile. She appeared to be the oldest woman in her little group but certainly did not appear old. She more than held her own as she raised the beer bottle to her lips. No girly white wine spritzer or umbrella drink for her, he thought.

His buddies found a table near one of the large television screens and they all settled in for the game. Both teams played well and the score was tight throughout but he found his eyes constantly wandering back to Maria and her friends. He kept trying to catch her eye but she was obviously having fun with her friends, talking loudly and laughing about things he could not quite make out over the noise of the bar. His hope of making a connection with her faded as the playoff clock wound down to the final buzzer.

His mind and body were feeling the effects of more alcohol than he had consumed in quite some time. He knew it was time to go but couldn't bring himself to leave while Maria was still there. Her apartment was a short walk from the bar and he knew the way there by heart. Maybe he would follow her and hope for another show like the one he saw the other night. He might even be brave enough to take care of himself in that dark alleyway as he watched her prepare for bed.

She was saying her goodbyes to her friends as he told his friends he had to leave. He was paces behind her as she left the bar. She was walking a bit uneasily as she left. He broke his usual pattern and followed her along the same sidewalk instead of hiding across the street. His paced picked up as he imagined reaching out to her .. a sound or a clearing of the throat that would make her turn and look his way. Maybe she would recognize him.

His focus returned to reality as Maria stumbled on a raised block in the sidewalk. She regained her balance as her purse spilled over the sidewalk. His opportunity had finally arrived. He rushed forward and began helping her gather its contents .. startling her at first from the look in you eyes. As they continued to pick up the keys, wallet and makeup from the ground he could see a question in her eyes? 

"Thanks," she said. "Don't I know you from somewhere?"

"From the coffee shop," he replied.

"Oh yeah," she said with a smile. "Thought you looked familiar. Well, thanks again."

So this was has his big chance was going to end ... Maria walking off as he stood there. He couldn't let that happen.

"Are you okay? I would be happy to walk you home if you want."

"Had a bit too much to drink tonight with my friends. Maybe that would be a good idea. Thanks."

And then she flashed that smile.

"I live just up the street," she slurred.

"I know," he said then immediately realized what he had said.

"Huh?"

"Nothing. Let's get you home."

...............................

His natural instinct was to grab her arm and steady her as she walked. Hers was to put her arm around his waist and lean against him. His mind was racing as they walked the rest of the block toward her apartment. His hand move from her arm until is surrounded her waist as well. They entered the building lobby and navigated a not very well maintained flight of stairs. Her scent was subtle but noticeable. Her doorway appeared too soon.

She fumbled for her keys as they stood there. "Fuck," she mumbled under her breath.

"Here, let me help," he offered and dug her keys out for her.

"Hmmm, I like a man who takes charge," she whispered to him; a wide grin on her face. He was more than puzzled as he found what looked like her apartment key and put it in the lock.

She leaned against him as the door opened and they stepped inside. He knew it wasn't right and he knew he shouldn't but he also knew this chance might never pass his way again. He leaned her against the wall as the door closed behind them. He looked into her eyes as his face leaned toward her. Their wide gaze was then covered by her eyelids as they closed and she exhaled toward him. 

Their lips met gently as first. He brushed hers lightly, unbelieving and concerned about her reaction. When she did not resist, he pressed his lips firmly against hers. His tongue traced the crease between her lips. His hands found hers and raised her arms over her head and against the wall. His desire for her had been building since that first day in the coffee shop and he knew now this was his chance.

As he moved away slightly to look in her eyes, he sensed her confusion. Her eyes were questioning but her body was not resisting. Her face showed her concern and her arms began to struggle against his. He leaned his body weight against her, pinning her to the wall as he pressed his lips harder against hers. He was more forceful now, pressing his body against hers...feeling her firm breasts through his Polo shirt. It only made him more excited knowing it was finally her. She struggled against his weight without success. 

He moved her hands so they were both covered with one of his. His free hand moved behind her neck and held her to him as he kissed her deeply and aggressively. His tongue spread her lips and found her tongue...toying with the tip. She was starting to moan her disapproval as his hand released her neck and moved to the front of her dress. The firmness of he breasts should not have surprised him but it did. She may have been a 30ish coffee barista but her body was still amazing and he had seen the evidence to prove it.

She freed one hand and he could feel it pressing against his chest, trying to push him away. She was strong and he had to use all of his weight to keep his body against her. His free hand had little trouble exposing her breast over the top of her dress ...they had been struggling to be released all night long anyway. Her body was squirming to be free as he lowered his lips to her exposed nipple. 

With both her hands freed, she put her hands on his chest and pushed as hard as she could but his body still wouldn't budge. Both of his hands against the wall, he braced his legs as his face nuzzled her breast as he squeezed the nipple with his lips. With his mouth moving to enclose her breast, his tongue swept along the underside of her nipple. He could feel the immediate hardness his touch brought to her. The tip of his tongue starting making small circles around her hard flesh causing it to grow longer and even more erect in his mouth. And then it happened.

Her body gave up the struggle. He could feel her arms go limp against his chest and could hear her breath producing soft moans above his head. He could feel her hands pulling his head against her .. willing him to continue suckling her nipple. She started moaning louder as his lips tightened, then loosened their grip around her. He glanced up at her face to see her eyes closed and her mouth open. His moment of truth was at hand.

He released her and removed his weight from her as he stepped back. She stood there with her breast exposed, her hair disheveled and a glazed over look in her eyes. He had given her this opportunity to move away from him. He held his breath as he waited for her decision. Their eyes were fixed on each other.

Her hands answered him as they raised to her shoulders, removing the thin straps that supported her dress. With a tug the top was folded over at her waist, her breasts exposed ... her nipples erect and pointing slightly upward.

"Yes," she whispered.

He stepped toward her, reaching out to her waist and turned her around facing the wall. Her hands raised to steady herself as she felt his body move up tightly against her. She could feel his erection against her ass, only the thin material of her dress and his slacks separating him from her. He reached around her as his hands cupped her breasts from beneath. Each thumb and forefinger found a nipple and tightly pinched at them as his lips found the back of her neck. She tilted her head slightly forward, offering herself up to his kisses. 

"Maria," he whispered as his kisses reached her ear. "Oh Maria, I have wanted you for so long."

"Mmmmmmmm," she replied as she felt his palms enclose her breasts. His fingers flexed around her breasts which were overflowing his hands. His lips made their way to the point of her shoulders. She continued to moan her approval as she ground her hips against his hardness, feeling it grow even larger.

................................

She was disappointed when his hands left her breasts until she felt his finger at her waist. He made small circles around her belly .. both tickling her and exciting her. She could feel the goosebumps raising on her arms as he kissed his way down her spine as his hands explored her stomach. 

His hands moved around to her back and slid down to the hem of her dress. As his arms straightened her skirt hem was around her waist, exposing her soft skin to his gaze and to his touch. With her hem in one hand his free hand caressed each cheek in turn .. squeezing tightly. He could feel her jump slightly at his touch but also feel her hips push back against his hand. Then he surprised her.

She could tell his body was shifting position but was not sure what he was doing until she felt the first touch of his lips against her skin. His kisses traced a line across her ass cheeks as his hand first touched the inside of her calf. His lips were moving randomly across her backside but his palm was making a purposeful line up her thigh to the junction between them. He was surprised to find a light covering of hair as he reached her first soft lips. He was pleased to feel the first hints of moisture there. When he applied a slight pressure to her thigh, she spread her feet slightly .. her body still supported by her weight on her arms against the wall.

Was that his breath she felt against her thigh? No man she had been with had ever gone down there with his mouth before. She could feel both of his hands now, one on the inside of each thigh so she knew that could not be a finger that was running along the slit between her lips. Then she felt the flat of his tongue sliding along her downy lower hair as she stood there .. leaning against the wall while a stranger did something to her no man had done before.

He could taste her juices as they leaked from her pussy. He could feel traces of them with the fingers that were reaching to separate them. His tongue found her inner lips and slid between them as she made low guttural sounds from deep within her. He could feel her legs shaking as his tongue did things down there that only her fingers had done before. His tongue stroked her slit, stopping at her moist, warm opening to lick small circles around it. She tensed as she felt the tip of his tongue probing inside of her.. not deeply but tenderly. She moved her feet back toward him and tilted her hips to give him the access he desired.

It was all too much .. the stranger in her apartment .. the light buzz from the alcohol which was quickly wearing off .. the feel of his tongue on her pussy while his fingers opened her. With a quick shudder, her body released tension that had been building since his lips first touched her nipples. He could feel her pussy tightening as her juices ran along his tongue and into his mouth while she produced a low, constant groan. Her body lowered onto his face, sliding his tongue more deeply inside her.

"Gawwwwdddddddd......," she screamed loudly as the height of her orgasm passed through her. She leaned hard against the wall, this time trying to keep herself from collapsing on the floor. Her eyes closed.

She felt his body lose contact with hers and could hear him moving behind her.

Was that a zipper she heard? His pants hitting the floor? Her minds was still in a post-orgasmic haze when she felt his hard erection against the crack of her ass .. first the full length of it as he leaned against her then just the tip as he held his cock and ran the end up and down the gap between her soft cheeks. She could feel the moisture leaking from him as it coated her. Then his hands were on her hips.

"Move you feet back Maria."

She leaned toward the wall and stepped back toward him, her back almost parallel with the floor.

"Spread your feet."

She moved her feet apart. As she looked down, she could see his shoes between them, his pants around his ankles.

"Do you want me Maria?"

She wanted him badly. She wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted to be satisfied by him. She wanted to proclaim her desire. But all she could do was whisper.

"Yes."

Almost before the last breath left her mouth, she could feel the tip of his cock at her opening, spreading her lips slightly apart....making room for him. She wanted him to take her totally at that very moment ... to impale all of him inside her.

He had waited for so long to be with her. He wanted to savor every moment of entering her. Inch by inch, he wanted to feel her wrap herself around his cock. He wanted to feel her muscles squeezing him from the inside. But it was not to be.

The desire overcame her as she felt the head of his cock enter her. She used her arms to push herself against him. In the briefest of moments, she felt his cock totally and completely inside her. With a squeeze of her muscles, her pussy trapped him inside .. massaging him as she squeezed and released him over and over. 


My Maria



When his hand went to her hips, she knew what was next. She felt him slide himself out of her, until only the head of his cock remained. Then with one thrust, she felt that same tip brushing the top of her vagina. Again and again, he would withdraw almost completely then drive himself inside her. With every thrust forward he made, she pushed back against him. With each stroke, they were joined completely.

He was living his fantasy and he did not want it to end but he knew his body was not going to let this continue for long. He tried every mental trick he knew to prolong the inevitable. He was having some success until it happened.

"Oh my ...... uggghhhhh ....," he heard her scream as her body tensed again. He could feet the wetness around his cock increase .. he could feel her pussy rhythmically squeezing around him. She pushed hard against him, halting his motion inside her as her orgasm ran through her body in wave after wave of desire.

There were no mental tricks to stop him now. He grabbed her hips tightly, holding her when he really didn't need to. As she pushed back against him, he could feel his knees weaken as the last signs of his impending orgasm filled his groin. He felt the first pulse of his orgasm release inside her, stronger than the many orgasms his fantasies had provided when he was alone thinking of her.

"Oh yes," she said over and over .. almost in rhythm with each pulse as it released inside her. She could feel his weight leaning against her ass as his orgasm continued. They were immobile .. held together as their bodies released themselves to each other.

She woke up the next morning laying on her bed, still dressed in her black cocktail dress from the night before. The sunlight shined through her open patio door as her mind raced. Did it really happen? Did she really make love to this man she only knew from the shop? Was it another of her fantasies about men that filled her lonely evenings since she broke up with her boyfriend? Then she saw him in the doorway, a coffee mug in his hand.

"Seems only fair that I should make you coffee this morning," he said, smiling widely at her. "You are going to be late for work."

"You're not having any?" she asked.

"Don't really care for it." he said. Now she was the one smiling.



My Marine



I had just dropped my daughter off with one of my older nieces for that afternoon and was on my way to the hotel when I noticed that my hands were trembling and realized just how nervous I was getting. My husband was off with my son and I'd just seen to my daughter for the rest of the afternoon, so I was sure that I was covered so far as responsibility went. 

I drove up to the dirty one story hotel and felt my heart racing while my tummy did flips wondering if I'd have the nerve to even get out of the car. I looked down to check myself, blushing as I gawked at the outfit he'd asked me to wear. I saw movement at the front of my car and looked up to see the actual face of the person I'd only seen in photographs. 

He was shorter and had gained weight since the photo were the first things I noticed, that and the huge grin he had on his face. Trapped now I realized that whatever decision about backing out was gone now as he eagerly waved me into the door he was peeking out of. 

This had began over a year earlier, me being so frustrated with my husband and all of our problems and ongoing fights. Not to dwell on it but the situation was bleak and I'd started to chat online, looking for someone anonymous to confide in. What started off as bitching led to conversations which eventually led to some much needed attention from the opposite sex...even if it was only online. 

Time spent in cyber-space with 'friends' led to sharing intimate details and fantasies, but never with any real intent other than to kind of flirt and get aroused myself. I met my friend Ryan early when I first started fooling around looking for men to chat with. He was in his early 20's and was in the marines and said he was Latin. 

I ended up sharing most everything with him at one point or another before I discovered that he was stationed about three hours from me. This shouldn't have mattered but I'd always envisioned him as some man deployed overseas who I could just say whatever shocking things I'd think of and never worry about actually facing. I had told him all the dirty things I'd tried or experimented with back in my college days and even some of my dirtiest fantasies! 

He never brought up meeting me in person until one of his friends from the marines was going to visit his sister who lived in my area. I laughed it off at first but as he began to write about what he wanted to do and how much he admired me....I may have teased him a bit. He wrote me such romantic things filled with passion like I used to experience back before I got swallowed up in my marriage. 

It was late one night after I'd been in a shouting match with my husband and also made my preteen daughter furious with me that I got online and he found me. I was so emotional that I agreed to it, wanting to hurt and betray my husband right then and there! It was only the next day when I got Ryan's email did I realize exactly what it was I'd done. 

It was about two weeks before the weekend he'd be up so I had plenty of time to worry myself sick over it. One minute I'd be excited about it and the next feel so dirty about the thoughts I was having. Ryan was sending me the sweetest emails on an almost daily basis, one of which asked if I could dress up for him when we finally met. 

So here I was, dressed in the only mini-skirt I owned, feeling like a fool for even wearing such a thing. I was going to wear stockings but the only thigh high pair I owned had runs so I'd just shaved my legs and gone without. I had on a small purple lace thong and push-up padded bra that I'd had for awhile but never had the opportunity or reason to wear for my husband. 

I had to pull my skirt down getting out of my car and could feel his eyes on my legs and heels the second I closed the door. I remember feeling a little disappointed that he wasn't much taller than I was and had obvious gained at least twenty pounds since the pictures that he'd sent. I let him give me a hug and heard him saying something about a 'big surprise' for me as he put his hand around my waist and led me into the dirty little room. 

The room was small and had two single beds, a dresser with a small t.v. with a large mirror hanging behind it. There was a small bathroom in the back with a flickering bulb for a light I could see going on and off from the door. The television was on and some porno was playing, which shocked me, but not nearly as much as the other Latin man sitting on the edge of the bed with his shirt off did! 

I stopped short but Ryan had closed the door already and was introducing me to his friend Juan who was in the marines with him. I was trying to ignore the fake moans coming from the small t.v. knowing I had to be blushing dark red all while doing my best to think of a way out of all this. 

Before I could even think Ryan had his hands on my hips from behind and was pressing his crotch against my ass whispering in my ear how he wanted to make 'one of my fantasies come true'. I closed my eyes in shame and I guess some disgust as I remembered late one night confessing that I'd known girls in college who been in threesomes and been curious about it. 

The guy Juan stood up obviously already aroused and began telling Ryan how hot I was like I wasn't standing right there in front of him. He walked up to me and got in my face as to kiss me but I turned my head and looked away. He didn't even slow down and rather than kiss my lips, he began to slowly kiss and suck on my neck and ear. 

Ryan was behind me feeling on my ass and slowly pulling my skirt up, revealing the small lace string of my thong. Juan grabbed my head and made me face him and began to kiss me deeply, sliding his tongue in and out of my mouth as he led me to the bed. I was pushed from behind and bent over on my hands and knees on one of the small beds when Ryan simply reached under my small skirt and had the small fabric of my panties off literally before I could even protest!

Juan was unbuttoning my blouse as it was the most natural, routine thing in the world and asked Ryan just as casually what he was going to do first. Juan had the front of my shirt undone and was positioning himself so he was sitting on the pillows in front of me when I heard Ryan's answer, that he 'was gonna fuck this bitch'. 

No sooner had he said it then I felt his fingers between my legs and expertly finding my clit right off. He made the nastiest comment about me already being wet and I remember closing my eyes in shame realizing how true it was. I opened my eyes quickly when I felt Juan grabbing hold of my head by my hair and quickly came face to face with his swollen hard-on! 

It was crazy but at that exact moment I remember thinking how weird it was: here was this short mexican man that my husband would tower over by almost a foot, yet his penis was easily a third longer than my husbands and didn't even appear to be fully erect! He had shaved his pubic hair almost off and I could easily make out the thick veins along the sides of it as it slowly began to point more and more towards me as it hardened. 

Juan had both hands on my head and as he pulled me towards him I tried to remember the last time I'd done it for my husband and could not. I grabbed the base of his dick and slowly lowered my mouth as I opened my lips and took him in. It quickly came back to me as I put my thick lips to use, covering my teeth and overfilling my mouth with saliva. Holding onto the base of his cock I could take the rest into my mouth and at the edge of my throat, and slowly began to slide my mouth up and down to that point. 

Juan moaned a little and started to thrust his hips up towards my mouth when I felt Ryan behind me, pulling my skirt up completely exposing my ass. Right away I could feel the familiar sensation of a penis head rubbing against my pussy as he positioned himself behind me. 

The familiar feeling vanished as he pushed his dick inside me, right away stretching me open noticeably more than my husband. I could feel just how wet I was as that strange dick rammed up inside me all at once, making me cry out and take my mouth up off the now throbbing cock that was coated with my spit. 

Ryan had pushed all the way in right away, and was keeping it buried inside me but was griding his hips against me as hard as he could. I laughed inside when I felt him fumbling with my bra strap as I was bent over in front of him like that but it vanished when he got if off. I've always been very shy about my lack of breasts, but if either of them noticed or cared they didn't miss a beat.

Juan stopped long enough to throw my bra to the floor, then pulled my mouth back to his groin and told me 'just a little more'. I felt him playing with my small breasts as I took him back in my mouth and he began to thrust his hips, literally fucking my mouth. I could feel the small pricks of pubic hair that were growing back as he fed me that thick, young cock. 

I could feel Ryan's sweat dripping down and splashing on my arched back as he dug his fingers into my hips and continued his deep, rhythmic assault on my pussy. He began to pull out and slam it back in, sometimes almost completely removing it before stuffing it back inside me, sometimes so hard it'd rock me forwards! 

The back of my throat was begging to get sore and I just knew that the sides of my mouth were split as Juan was now roughly using my face. I quickly forgot about my lips as all of the sudden I felt a searing pain on my ass before I'd even realized that Ryan was spanking me. 

His body was slapping against mine from behind so hard that it sounded like clapping when he hit me again, so hard this time that one side of my ass went numb! I forgot about the pain the second he reached around under me and began to pull on my already hard clit. 

It sent sparks from my vagina up to my nipples and spread throughout my body, making me push back against him and grind my ample ass back at him for the first time since he'd been inside me. The result was almost instantaneous, his rhythm went to hell and his large, meaty dick began to jump inside me and sending me into my own earth-shattering orgasm! 

My pussy was quivering as it struggled to hold on to his delicious cock, my body trembling as I felt his sweat falling down on me and his sperm wet and hot and deep inside me. Forcing me to pull my mouth up off the dick in my mouth and moan louder and louder as he emptied his balls inside me. 

It wasn't until he pulled out and left me feeling stretched and a little hurt deep inside with his hot, gummy spunk dripping out of me that I thought about my husband. Immediately I felt dirty, guilty, and like the biggest whore in the world, but was being turned over onto my back before the thoughts could get much further. 

Juan had completely undressed and had that cock which was by now so familiar cock and had it aimed at me once again, just this time at a different orifice. I lay there on my back, feeling the growing wet spot under me when he lifted my legs up over his shoulders. He looked down at my swollen lips and the small 'mohawk' of red hair covering it. We both couldn't help but notice the copious amounts of cum in my small tuft of hair and which still seemed to be oozing out of my used pussy. 

He yelled something nasty to Ryan about the state he'd left me in and leaned over and gotten something from the other bed I hadn't noticed. He had the tube open and was liberally applying it to his dick, jacking off with it before I realized what it was. My legs were up over Juan's shoulders and I was pinned to the headboard by his body when he began to used the lubricant on my ass.

I tried to relax and not panic and could only look at Ryan with murderous eyes while Juan whispered all about how his buddy had filled not only him, but the entire squad, about my dirty little fantasies! The heat I was feeling went out like a light the second he held my asscheeks apart and tried to shove the head inside me back there!

It literally felt like he was tearing me back there and I wondered how any woman could like this. He cursed which made Ryan laugh on his second and third attempts to get it in. He literally took the tube of KY and squeezed it inside my ass before he had any success. It burned hurt and tore all at once when he finally got it in my ass to stay! 

He was going slow, thank goodness, sliding inch by inch deeper inside me while gently kissing my lips. I remember him sucking on my neck and telling me to cross my ankles behind his head, which I did. As he kissed me the strangest thing happened, I started to relax and actually enjoy it! 

It has nothing on vaginal sex but it began to feel good in a deep, satisfying way. The hottest part was feeling so taboo having this young man inside me like this but feeling and knowing just how much he was loving it! I began to try to move with him, match his intensity and his strokes, moving my ass and clenching it tight around his invading dick when he told me to. 

I had my eyes closed and only heard the click and didn't see the flash when Ryan took the first picture. Before I could say anything at all Juan grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs wide as they would go, giving his friend the perfect view of his dick buried inside my ass. 

I remember saying guys no, but they promised not to take any with my face in them...that and the fact that Juan began reach down and play with my clit for the camera while he filled my ass. I was wet in literally seconds as he manipulated my clit and slid his fingers in and out of my red and swollen pussy. 

When Juan realized he had me cumming he left me alone and began to furiously drive into me, truly fucking my ass. I remember sweat breaking out all on his young body as he whispered something about how my 'ass was gonna get him to cum like my mouth couldn't'. 

I was still trembling from my orgasm when I felt him get stiffer and begin to jerk deep inside my torn asshole. He grabbed my wrists and held them above my head and he gasped and slowly stopped moving his hips. He slowly pulled out and then quickly stood up and got off the bed, putting his shorts on.

I lay there trying to catch my breath covered in sweat just wearing my small skirt which was still bunched up around my waist. They were both talking and high-fiving like I wasn't even there as I did my very best to straighten my skirt and somehow make it presentable again. I had my bra on and was trying not to panic at the amount of wrinkles on my blouse when they began to ask me how it was, how I liked it, etc. 

Even though he'd put his shorts on also, I could see the beginnings of an erection on Ryan and knew I had to get out of there. I struggled to get my heels back on and never did find my panties, but quickly made it out the door and back to my car. I was just about to pull away when Juan ran up to my door and got me to roll my window down.

He was grinning and I noticed how young he looked for the first time. He handed me a slip of paper with his number on it and was telling me how he wasn't like Ryan and had to, just had to see me again. I took it just so I could get out of there, but as I rode home trying to concentrate on getting out of this slutty outfit I could feel the hot, slippery cum leaking out of both sides of me and briefly wondered if it would stain my car seats.



My Marine Corps Adventure



This is a true encounter I had...probably my most memorable and exciting. Only the names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent.

* * * * *

I was really young, and pregnant, when I got married the first time so it should come as no surprise that the union eventually fizzled. He was in the Army and we were stationed in Hawaii, so when we were divorced, I had to wait to be “shipped” back home. During that wait, I got to enjoy the night life as a single for the first time.

At one bar, with my best friend, I met a guy. Not surprising, either. The ratio of men to women seemed to be 15:1 with blondes few and far between. I had been taking advantage of the tropical sun and had developed an incredible tan. Walking instead of eating dinner with my now-ex husband had giving me my pre-baby figure back and I loved wearing short skirts and tops that accentuated my 34DD breasts. 

The music was blaring, but Don introduced himself to me and we hit it off. Over the next couple of weeks we dated quite a bit and I spent a lot of time at his barracks. Yes...like most of the men on the island, he was in the military. Specifically, the Marines. We spent a lot of time in his room making his roommates jealous. 

About a week after my 23rd birthday, Don and I were laying in his bed after a particularly erotic romp, listening to music and talking. One of his roommates was out, the other was in bed sleeping. Finally, he said he had a surprise for my birthday that he’d like to give me, but I would have to stand and close my eyes first. With a thrill of excitement, I did.

Don proceeded to cover my eyes with a blindfold. I heard the door open and close and figured his roommate had returned, but I was in no way ashamed of my body, so I didn’t give him another thought. 

“Hold your wrists in front of you,” Don ordered. When I did, he clamped a pair of handcuffs on me. He then led me to one of his roommates bed (or rack, as they say in the Corps) and tied my cuffed hands to the head of the bed. 

I didn’t hear a word, but suddenly, I felt hands all over my body. Not just two, not just four. With some concentration, I counted six hands caressing every sensitive inch of my naked flesh. Don’s other roommate must have wakened. I later learned that he had opened his eyes to see me lying there tied to the rack and decided joining would be a better idea than rolling over and going back to sleep!

I felt Don’s breath in my ear as he whispered, “I want you to guess who’s kissing you, who’s fucking you.” 

A pair of lips fastened on my own and a tongue began an erotic journey of my mouth. He took his time, gently sliding his hands over my breasts, tweaking my hard nipples, then dipping lower to tease my wet slit. I let myself be swept away in the moment until his lips finally left mine.

“I think you’re Tanner,” I said, speaking of the roommate on whose rack I was tied. It wasn’t hard. Tanner was the only one with a mustache!

“Good guess!” Tanner replied, then spread my legs and thrust his hard cock into my hot pussy. He pistoned in and out of me relentlessly while the other two caressed my breasts and legs. I was soon gasping as my second orgasm of the night rocked me. My thighs trembled and my cunt clamped down on his cock, milking him. Within seconds Tanner came too, filling my pussy with his hot creamy load.

No sooner had he rolled off the bed, than another cock was pressing between my thighs, but this one I recognized immediately. 

“Don,” I purred, “that’s not a hard guess at all.” I giggled as he began pumping into my dripping pussy. 

With my arms bound over my head, I could only arch my back when he leaned forward to latch onto one turgid nipple. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist and thrust my hips at him frantically, speeding toward another orgasm. When it exploded, I gasped, trying to catch my breath. Don pulled out and shot his load on my stomach, each hot spurt making me quiver; his fingers digging into my thigh as he held onto me. 

Suddenly, I heard a big commotion and Don jumped back onto the bed, frantically trying to untie the rope binding me to the rack. He said something about the NCO of the Day headed this way with distinct panic in his voice. After all...if Uncle Sam had wanted you to have horny women in your room, he would have issued them!

Still blindfolded and handcuffed, I was hurried into the bathroom, where Daniel sat me on the counter, my knees on either side of his hips. He gently untied my blindfold, but left the handcuffs on. 

“Too bad we had to stop,” I said wistfully. Daniel WAS really hot.

“Who says we have to stop,” he smirked, spreading my thighs and stepping between my legs. His long hard cock was at full attention and quickly pressing into my cum-drenched box. After a few minutes of hard fucking, Daniel turned around and turned on the shower. He then lifted me in his arms, telling me to wrap my legs around him. 

Holding me like that, he stepped into the hot shower, pressed me against the wall and proceeded to fuck me senseless. I came twice more, and received two hot loads of cum from Daniel before we came out of the bathroom. 

With my hair still dripping and a towel around my now clean body, I sat on Don‘s bed with him, sharing soft kisses and nibbles. 

“Happy Birthday,” he whispered.

And it was, indeed, my most memorable birthday...so far.



My Marriage, Forced Open



Here I am. Sitting in a parking lot, marveling at the events of today, staring at what might become my most prized possession. A key. A simple key.

- Part 1 -



It was supposed to be a very special day. And it was, mostly in the way I imagined, but with one significant and unexpected twist. 


Joey and I needed some time together, and I had prepared for a perfect afternoon. Our love life, always strong, still needed a spark. And I knew how to send a jolt through Joey!

Although we had been together now for almost 10 years, our lovemaking was still very passionate. Joey had a sense for the dramatic, and as such he liked it when I dressed for him. And so today I dressed for him. From the outside moving in I prepared for attention. For his attention.

My chestnut hair framing my face, my makeup on the risqué side, my black dress just too short and too tight for polite company, and my shoes better suited for fucking than for walking. Beneath my dress I wore black teddy, snug and crotchless. Beneath that was just skin, as I had shaved myself bare.

I knew this would drive Joey crazy. I have always looked younger than my age, and at barely five foot tall and less than 100 pounds, I still get carded. If not for my hips and breasts, I would look like a child. But hips I have, and breasts, although just a c-cup, look large for my frame.

"Hey Honey, can we talk?"

"Sure, what's on your mind?"

"First off, you look amazing!"

"Thanks, want to hold on to your thoughts and have some fun first?" I am not usually so aggressive, but I was feeling very sexy!

"Hold on. Honey, you know I love you, and I love us, but I was wondering if we shouldn't try something different."



This might be exciting, I thought to myself. "OK! What do you have in mind?"

"Just think about this, ok? I don't want to lose you, and I don't want a divorce, but I think it might be good for us to 'open' our marriage."

"Excuse me?!"

"You know, date other people while still respecting our marriage. It can be done, and some people suggest that it strengthens the marriage."

I panicked. "Are you in love with someone else?"

"What? No, no! Not at all. This is just an idea, just a thought."

I was floored, and confused, and I responded harshly. "Fuck you! I need to be alone!" And with that I left the house and just drove. And drove. Eventually I found myself at the hospital where I work.

- Part 2 - 



I knew why I was here, but I didn't know if it was fair. I needed a male perspective on my situation, and I knew John could provide it. But John has dealt with his own relationship problems. But I was hurting, and as my best male friend, I knew John would help.

I was thankful to find him on rounds, as I really didn't want to run into many people I knew. First, emotionally I was having a hard time keeping it together, and second, I wasn't really dressed for the hospital. I watched him as I gathered my strength.

John is not your stereotypical nurse. Obviously, being a male puts him in rare company, but he is also ... huge. And I mean big in every way, even if you could control for his 6'6" height and his football player build, his features still seemed disproportionately large. When we first met, and he walked me to my car, I felt physically safe. As our friendship grew, I felt emotionally safe. I guess this was the only place I could go.

Finally I spoke up. "Hey, John."



"Hey, Girl! What are you doing here? No wait, I have a better question." His voice carried the lightness of humor. "What are you doing here looking so great?!"

"I needed to talk to you."

"Sure, of course. But here may not be the best place. At least, not if you don't mind Mr. Williams overhearing." This was kind of a joke, as we both knew that Mr. Williams was unlikely to wake and hear anything, but still John led me to a vacant room.

"What's up?"

I could hear my heart in my ears as I spoke the words out loud. "Joey wants an open relationship." 



- Part 3 - 



I did not anticipate his response.

"Thank God. Thank God." He whispered.

Before I could speak, his hands had cusped my face, and he had moved in to kiss me. It took me too long to break the embrace, and when I did he spoke first.

With his face still close, my head still cradled by his huge hands, he confessed. "I've loved you for 5 years. Thank you for coming to me."

And with that he kissed me again, and I kissed him back. It was wrong, or it might have been wrong. I was unsure of its correctness, but I was certain that I enjoyed our embrace.

And I enjoyed the attention, the passion. I didn't stop him when his hands held my breasts, and I didn't pull from him when he pressed in closer.

"This is the wrong place, Baby. You shouldn't have come here looking so sexy."

But I did. And I felt sexy, and I was responding to his power. The words escaped my lips without thought. "Don't stop."

John needed no further encouragement. He lifted me so our faces were in line, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. Our kissing remained passionate, and what happened next was inevitable.

- Part 4 - 



With a loving touch, John simultaneously discovered the design of my teddy, and the extent of my arousal. I was aware that he had lowered his scrubs, of where we were, and of what would happen.

The next few moments made me aware of proportionality. Joey - the only lover I had known for our entire marriage and 5 years previous to that - was perfectly proportional. His 5'5" inch body melded comfortably with my own. John was, at a minimum, proportional, but more likely he was disproportionately large.

Skillfully, he pressed his very large head into my body. He met my gasp with a stare. His eyes told me that he understood, but his body told me that it wouldn't matter. I felt him push further.

He pressed my back into the wall, but that was the only additional support he received. He had held me suspended for an impossibly long time, and his body showed no weakness. I felt tremendously safe in his custody, and my desire didn't wane. But I was concerned about his size - and it was a size I could only feel but not see.

Gravity, his strength, and the body's amazing ability to adapt, conspired perfectly. His short, shallow thrusts transitioned first to slow, deep thrusts, and eventually to rapid, deep thrusts. The power of the moment overwhelmed me, my orgasm - building rapidly - erupted. My feet, having not touched the floor for 15 minutes, now overlapped defiantly behind his back.

Words were unnecessary, John looked into my eyes, held my ass firmly, and drove his body into mine. The power of his orgasm, the pressure he released deep within me, pushed me to another of my own.

- Part 5 -

My feet finally touched the floor, but my body needed steadying. I had no words, but John did. "I'm not done, not by a long shot. But you have to get out of here. Take my key, go to my condo, and wait. I get off in 90 minutes."



John pressed his key into my palm. "I love you."



I left unseen, jumped back in my car, and within 10 minutes was in his parking lot. Sitting in my car, I marveled at the events of the day. For just a moment, I stared at what might become my most prized possession. A key. A simple key.

- Part 6 -



I waited, for what seemed like hours, but I knew was only minutes. Up until the last hour I had never even considered being with another man. But with a single statement from my husband, and a misinterpreted comment from me, my marriage blew open.

I pondered many things in those few moments. I wondered about my marriage, about my job, and about my friends and family. I thought a lot about Joey, and how all of this originated with his suggestion. I was curious about how my life would be going forward. There was only one thing that crossed my mind - one thing - that truly surprised me. I was happy.

I turned my car off, got out, and walked towards John's condo. My pace was casual, but my heart raced nonetheless. When I arrived at the doorstep, I did not hesitate with unlocking the door, or with opening it, but I did hesitate to cross the threshold. For some reason this felt very symbolic, and I do not take symbolism likely. I quieted my mind, searched my heart for an answer, and with great clarity I stepped into John's life.

The condo itself was gorgeous. The main room had a fireplace, floor-to-ceiling windows, recessed lights, all of which were reflected in highly polished white pine flooring. With its open design, the living room flowed into the kitchen, separated only by an island, which I am certain would also serve as a breakfast nook.

I was happy see that the fireplace was a focal point, rather than the TV. Somehow, knowing John, I wasn't surprised by this. Out in front of the fireplace was a rug, and slightly behind was an oversized brown leather couch. The matching loveseat sat kitty cornered to the left, making it clear that the passage was to the right.

I took off my shoes, and walked to his home. I was there for only 20 minutes before I began to feel comfortable. I took some bottled water from his fridge, poured myself a large glass, and continued to walk through the rest of the home.

I paused at the entrance to his bedroom. Looking in I could see that it was as neat, clean, and as well furnished as the rest of his home. I assumed, correctly, that he needed a king size bed to contain his king-size frame. Once in the room, I pulled the curtains, undressed, and went into his on suite bathroom. I showered. It was long, and hot, and essential.

After my shower I chose not to put my clothes back on but rather opened his drawer, took out one of his T-shirts, and put it on. I walked back out into the living room, sat on his loveseat, and waited.

- Part 7 -



My wait was not a long one, as John must have left work a little bit early. My heart jumped when I heard the doorbell, but it shouldn't have; I had the key, he couldn't let himself in. So I walked to the door, opened it, and smiled.

"How can I help you?"

"Well ma'am, you've already helped me quite a lot, so I guess I'd like to come in to repay the favor."

To the sound of both of us giggling, John walked in. "You look good in that t-shirt."

"I was hoping you wouldn't mind."

"Mind? Naw, I don't mind. It's how I want it to be."



I decided at that moment not to tell John that he had misunderstood me. For some reason, it just felt unnecessary. And I wanted to keep this strictly to those things that we would consider necessary.

"Okay sweetheart, it looks like you're one step ahead of me. I'm going to take a shower and then I'll join you." And with that John leaned in, gave me a little kiss, and walked off to the shower.

While John showered, I waited for him on the loveseat. It's impossible to explain how I was feeling. Emotions are nonverbal, and this limits the discussion between people. So although I can say that my heart was racing, that my body experienced heightened awareness, and that I felt oddly safe, these words do not begin to capture how I was feeling.

John emerged, finally, into the living room. This was the first time I had seen him mostly undressed. I knew from seeing his arms that his body would be muscular, but I had no idea how beautiful his body would be. His 6'6" frame stood in front of me, with just a towel wrapped around his waist. His shoulders seemed impossibly broad and his hips seemed disproportionately narrow. In between his shoulders and his hips rested slabs of muscle, without an ounce of fat. Beneath his towel were two powerful legs. He was gorgeous.

"I hope you like what you're seeing even half as much as I like what I'm seeing."



I stood, smiled at him, and pulled his shirt from my body. I stood -- all 5'0" and 100 pounds of me -- in front of him completely naked. "You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen." I wasn't lying.

And with that John dropped his towel. I gazed at him, both lovingly and with desire. He truly was beautiful. His body was long, and lean, and muscular, and his naked body was undeniably sexy.

"Still like what you see, Baby?"

"I can't believe I had that in me." It was true, even flaccid, his penis was remarkable.

John laughed. "Well in fairness, you only had some of it in you."



- Part 8 -

We shared a laugh, but John's was more based on humor and mine was more based on amazement.

John moved closer to me. "I said I wasn't done with you, and I meant it." And with that he took me in his arms, and quite literally carried me into his bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, John showed just how serious he was. His kiss, which I fell in love with back at the hospital, was just as passionate here. But his mouth met mine for a shorter period time. John nibbled my ear, kissed my neck, ran his tongue from my chin to my belly button. He spent minutes on each nipple, and simply drove me crazy.

When my arousal was undeniable, he did not give into my need, but rather took me in his mouth. With his strong tongue he tasted me. He brought me to orgasm by tracing circles around my clit. When my first orgasm was subsiding, he brought me to a second by continuing to trace circles while also inserting one and then two of his large fingers into me.

When I felt that I could take no more, John moved between my legs. I looked down my body at this big beautiful man and allowed him to separate my legs. With one finger rubbing my clit, he used other hand to guide the head of his penis into me.

"This is where I belong."

I couldn't agree, or disagree, but I am certain he interpreted my moans as affirming his statement. He pressed further into me, would pull back, and then press further still. I experienced a mixture of pain and pleasure, but the pleasure was beyond anything I had ever hoped to feel. John continued.

As his thrusts became deeper and faster, I experienced another orgasm. He did not pause. Instead he quickened his pace. And so it went. He responded to each orgasm of mine with deeper, more rapid, more punishing thrusts.

I felt that I could not possibly take anymore, but I could. I had this feeling not once, not twice, not three times. I was hurting my own ears with my screams when I felt his final, impossibly deep thrust. This was followed with stasis, and the deep, deep pressure of his release.

He lay on top of me as our bodies recovered from our love. In the course of three hours, I had just had the two most powerful sexual experiences of my life. And as this perfect man lay on my body I was having an emotional response unlike any I could've expected.

"I should go home."

"I'm still not done with you yet."

"John, we can't."

"Baby, I think you need to be careful with the term we." 

And with that John smiled, stood, and displayed his now hardening penis. "I most certainly can."



- Part 9 -



I was mesmerized by his penis. I sat on the edge of his bed, and took it into my hand. It was... heavy. It was heavy, and meaty, and hot. 

"Be careful girl, keep touching it and you'll never get out of here."

Leaving was the last thing my mind. I began to stroke his penis. I was unable to clasp my hands fully around, but I was able to get both hands on his shaft. The head, now just inches from my mouth, was swollen and pink. This differed significantly from the remainder of his penis, which was as dark as the rest of his skin.

The idea of having him in my mouth was tremendously arousing, and there was nothing that could be done to stop me. I accepted as much of him into my mouth as possible, and while that felt like a lot to me, it was just a small part of this large man. I did my best to keep my teeth off his skin while also using my tongue to make him as happy as possible. I ran my mouth up and down his shaft, I stroked him hard and fast, I used both hands to try to give him more pleasure than he had ever had.

I thought I had him close, and perhaps I did, but John had other ideas. He pulled himself from my mouth, pulled me from my seated position to a kneeling position on the edge of his bed, and then entered me from behind. John and I had made love twice today, and although this was intercourse, it was not lovemaking.

With long, hard, rapid, deep, powerful strokes John fucked me. My response? Ecstasy. Pure ecstasy. He screamed out as he came inside me for the third time.

We were both panting, but he spoke. "I think you are going to be a little sore, sweetheart."

"John, I didn't know. I just didn't know. But now I wouldn't have it any other way." 



We kissed, then I showered, got dressed, and went home.



- Part 10 -



"Honey, you're back. Thank God."



"Joey, were you serious when you asked for an open marriage?"

"Yes, but I didn't think I would create any problems."

"And do you truly believe this can make our marriage stronger?"

"Yes, I do."

"Then, yes, we can have an open marriage. But on two conditions."

"Sure. Anything. What are they?"

"First, please don't be disrespectful to us, to our families, or to anyone you introduce into your personal space. OK?"

"Yes, of course"

"Second, this is not going to be something I ever want to talk about. Can you accept that?"



Joey smiled. "Of course, of course. I get it, Honey. I really do. Would you like to go upstairs and celebrate?"

"Not today, Joey. You've given me too much to think about. I need some time." 

And with that I kissed him on the forehead and went to bed.



My Marriage Mistake



Thank you to LadyCibelle and Techsan for their editing of my stories. I respect these two editors. With their help, my stories are a much better read.

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Chapter 1

What can I say? I had a lack of judgment moment and got married. Hell, here I was a forty-five year old man married to a twenty-two year old woman. What the hell was I thinking? Most people would probably be saying I was thinking with my dick, but that's not really true, even though it came into play. (Pun intended)

I am wealthy and by some standards rich, but most people don't know how much I'm really worth. I was a high school dropout who eventually got a GED. My mom and dad divorced at an early age. I have one brother and two sisters. Dad left us with nothing. Mom was a waitress and tried as hard as possible to give us a decent life. We rented an older home outside of town that was fairly run down. I felt so sorry for mom, coming home every night praying that things would get better. I decided right then and there to help her out. I did sell newspapers and work in the local grocery store to help mom out, but it wasn't enough.

I quit school in my senior year. Mom argued with me but she knew I was also doing it to help out the family. I was eighteen at the time and got a job in a trucking warehouse. I was really a smart kid when I applied myself. I helped load trucks ten hours a day and was making a pretty decent wage. Between mom and me there was enough money to live a fairly normal life. My brother and sisters may have not been the best dressed but their clothes were neat and clean. Mom was a hell of a thrifty shopper.

Things began to get better for us. I was working at the warehouse learning all I could about trucks and warehousing. One day I decided to take a course in truck driving. After I earned my CDL license, the money was even better. I became a truck driver and whenever I wasn't on the road I helped load. I was making really good money. I started putting half my check in a savings account and gave mom the other half.

My younger brother earned a full ride scholarship at a local college playing football. My sisters, who were still teenagers, were twins and always dressed alike. I felt like their dad even though I was only a few years older. Life went on and eventually my sisters got married and started their own families. My brother got a business degree and was managing a local business. As for me, I started buying trucks. Here I was a twenty-five year old dropout with a fleet of twelve trucks. Granted, I owed on them but I had drivers who made me money. I bought more trucks and eventually I had a terminal of my own. I was known as the truckmiester. What most people didn't know is that I became partners in other businesses throughout the years. In many of them, I owned fifty percent of the stock. I didn't have to own the businesses, yet pretty much had control of them. I was a silent partner so to speak, but when I spoke people listened.

When I turned thirty, I decided to go get the GED. When I got it, my sisters threw me a big party. Different aunts, uncles, and cousins attended. I often wondered where they were when mom needed them, but now that we were financially stable, here they were. Now, I was just glad to have family around. I wasn't a big grudge carrier; I loved my family and I knew they cared for me. 

After we all left the fold, mom got remarried to a nice gentleman. He worked in one of my businesses but didn't know I was the majority stockholder. In fact all my relatives work in plants, offices, and terminals that I had a big investment in. I was going to make sure that members of my family didn't get laid off.

I didn't flaunt my holdings but people knew I owned the terminal and some of the trucks. I started letting my drivers buy the trucks if they chose; less upkeep for me. Well, I think you get the monetary picture here. 

Now for my sex life. It was a good one. I was banging the school girls since I was eighteen. Once I started working, I dated a number of the local girls. I wasn't going to get married. It just wasn't for me. It's like I already raised a family, my brothers and sister. I was happy with my life and could find a woman pretty much any time. My dilemma was always, did they want me for me, or for the financial rewards? If I was just dating them, it didn't make a whole lot of difference.

My sisters were always worried about me. They knew I dated but thought I should settle down. Every time I would turn around they were finding dates for me. I did go out with a number of women that I felt close to. Marrying them just wasn't in the picture.

I kept in pretty good shape. I worked out regularly at the gym. I wasn't muscle bound or anything like that but my muscles were firm for a guy my age. I liked to watch the women exercise; their tight butts and sports bras where enough to give me a hard-on. I fucked more than one woman at the gym. I fucked them in the sauna, in the pool, the showers and even in the spas. Good thing these places had powerful filtering systems. 

I have been with more women than I care to count. If I found out they were married I stayed away from them. I have fucked a number of married women but I didn't know they were married at the time. I had nothing to do with them after that. I did believe in monogamy for the married person. Maybe that's why I never married before.

About a year and a half ago I came across this teeny bopper of a woman. She worked at one of the businesses that I had an interest in; of course she didn't know it. We met at one of the many Christmas parties I attended. Needless to say I took her home to her trailer and fucked her senseless. I loved sitting in a big comfortable chair and, while holding on to her tight little ass, watching her pussy bob up and down on my prick. As I came, I watched my juices coming out of her and onto my cock and balls. It was weird, this little minx did everything I asked and loved it. I even told her I wanted her ass and she smiled and told me, "anytime."

I didn't fuck her in the ass then, but I did eventually. I do have to say she gave the best head of any female I was ever with. She was able to get my whole cock down her throat without gagging. I still don't know how she did it.

I rarely used condoms; they just weren't for me. If I thought a pussy looked nasty, I didn't fuck it. Maybe I was just lucky. I did ask Shelby - that was her name - if she was on the pill. She told me she was, so I just fucked her silly. This went on for about three months. We fucked and did all the other dirty deeds about twice a week.

One day after Shelby and I had a rousing round of sex she told me she was pregnant. I asked her how that could happen if she was on the pill. She told me she figured she missed a couple of days and got pregnant. She asked me what she should do. She wanted to keep the baby. I just told her we would get married. She was elated and fucked me again.

I couldn't believe I said it. I really didn't love her but she was great in bed and now pregnant with my child. So here I was a forty-four year old man at the time, marrying a twenty-one year old minx. I had a pre-nuptial agreement drawn up, and had her sign it. We also agreed she wouldn't take my name. It was too well known. I preferred she just keep hers. She had no problem with that, which seemed a bit odd. We flew to Las Vegas and got married. I guess you could call it a honeymoon since we spent a week there. When we got back and my sisters found out, they were pissed at me.

"Christ, Randy, she's about the same age as some of our kids," my sister Barb said.

"Look, you wanted me married and I got married. Now you're mad she isn't older. She's twenty-one and your kids are just teenagers," I replied.

"You're our big brother and have always been so sensible. We wanted you to marry someone..."

"Older, with lots of wrinkles," I answered.

"Okay, Randy, we'll try to make her part of the family, but it won't be easy."

"Hey, Barb, she's a great fuck," I laughed as Barb slapped me.

About two months after Shelby told me about the pregnancy I asked her how come she wasn't showing. With tears in her eyes she told me it was a false alarm and she got her period but was afraid to tell me. She was afraid that I would have thought she tricked me into marrying her, which is probably true.

One day she asked me about our finances. Of course she moved into my house which was really nice but not an estate. I had no need of anything bigger. I had a lady come in twice a week and cleaned. I ate most of my meals out and was very happy with my life style. I told Shelby that I had no desire to change anything. I would pay all the bills and since she wanted to keep her job I told her everything she made was hers to spend on herself.

Every now and then I would give her a few hundred dollars to spend on herself. She asked me about the pre-nuptial agreement. She said she never really understood it but signed it because she loved me. I knew that was a load of bunk but didn't tell her so. I went on to explain the agreement.

All of our holdings before our marriage would remain the same. Which meant I couldn't take anything that belonged to her in case of a divorce or vice versa. She didn't have anything but I thought that was a nice way of putting it. Now she knew that she couldn't get much in a divorce. I told her if I became unfaithful to her or asked her for a divorce that I would have to give her five hundred thousand dollars. Unless, of course, we both became unfaithful, and then there would be nothing. I could see her young mind thinking. What a stupid young thing she was.

I told her I wanted her to show me her love for me as she got on her knees in front of me and removed my cock from its confines and sucked it to completion. Damn, that girl could give head. Too bad she was so stupid. If she would have just left well enough alone, we could have gone on like this. I liked the head she gave and fucking that tight little body was great too, but all good things must come to an end.

We've been married for about six months when she came home one day and said some woman at work was enthralled by me. Actually she said the woman was hot for me and that I should see the women. How lame can you get for an excuse?

"So, you're saying this gal wants to fuck me and you're alright with this?"

"Well, I guess if you wanted to. I wouldn't stop you," she answered.

"What's in it for you? Is there a male counterpart here somewhere?" I asked.

"She's married but she and her husband do swing some."

"So, you'll fuck her husband while I fuck his wife; is that the game plan?'

"Honey, only if you want to. I thought we could go out for dinner and you can see for yourself if you want to go further. She's older but a good looking woman," she replied.

Now, I'm smart and the owner of a number of companies. I read people pretty well. Here is my now twenty-two year old wife offering me another woman. She is doing it all for me, so she says.

I know this marriage wasn't going to last but the fucking was good while it lasted. I figured I'd play it through and see how great these plans were. I think a doormat has more sense than my teeny bopper wife.

"Okay, Honey, you make all the plans and we'll see how it goes." I smiled.

I decided to put out a couple feelers and find out what was going on. I contacted a friend at my wife's work and told him what I wanted. It would only be a day or so before I received the information I needed.

The information was in my hands in two days. My little wife was seeing Chuck Woody. He was her manager, or boss, if you prefer. According to the records he has worked there for five years. My darling faithful wife has been there for three. It seems that they were a hot item before she got married to me. Hm! Strange, I wonder if he was the married man that wanted to share his wife. According to the reports he'd been divorced for three years. It would be about the time my darling wife started working there. His ex-wife was named April and there weren't any kids. Good thing, I'd hate to think how smart they would have been. 

They, my wife and Chuck, have been seen together recently in the cafeteria a number of times. It wouldn't be all that strange since he was her boss, but it sure fit the picture. I was surprised to see he had a good work record. Apparently he might be using Shelby or maybe he really did like her. This was really kind of a fun game in an odd way. We could call it, 'Try to trick the husband.' I couldn't let my sisters and brother in on it till it concluded.

Shelby came home that night all excited. She told me that June - that is my future female companion - was glad I agreed to the date. We would be going out Saturday night. She asked if she could have some extra money to buy some nice clothes and jewelry. I gave her a thousand dollars figuring she could find something nice for that price. I asked what June's husband name was and she said it was Chuck Woody. This was going to be interesting.

I only had one day to get all the information I could on June Woody; I figured the last name was an alias. My sources responded quickly. There was, of course, no June Woody, but there was a June Ross. She was thirty-eight years old and has been with the company for nearly fourteen years. She'd been divorced for ten years. Her ex apparently skipped town and never paid child support. Kind of sounded like my dad. According to her health insurance, she had two children: a son sixteen and a daughter twelve. Another good employee who never missed work; her work record was exemplary. What was she mixed up in this mess for?

Shelby and I pretty much lived our own lives. We both left in the morning for work and she always had somewhere she wanted to go after work. I usually went to the gym and then out for something to eat. Sometimes Shelby would meet me but most of the time we met up on the home front. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know she was planning something and having an affair. So now we were going out on Saturday so she could set me up for a half million dollars. If the truth be known and she would have just talked to me about a divorce, I would have given her a few hundred thousand and let her go if she would have just asked. She was going to try and take me for more and that was a mistake.

We went to this really classy restaurant; I mean top of the line, lounge, band, the works! I guess I was paying for it so she went all out. As soon as we went in and the Maître-D was getting ready to seat us, I spotted a couple at a distant table. Seated there was a totally mismatched couple. I knew that's where we would be headed.

The woman looked nervous but I have to admit she was radiant. I mean to tell you, this was one fantastic looking woman. She had on a low cut gown that showed her ample breasts. Her so-called husband was a good looking guy but definitely wasn't in her class. He looked quite a few years younger.

We were seated at the table and we sat boy girl type sitting. Shelby did all the introductions. I kissed June's hand and I could feel it shaking somewhat. She was definitely nervous. We were having some small talk and every time I asked a question, Chuck quickly answered. I won't mention all the lies because I knew the truth. I just wanted to hear them spew off.

We decided to have drinks and dance before eating. I looked at June and asked her if she would like to dance. She stood up and I could see her thighs about halfway up. She had the body of a real woman. Not a teeny bopper or a model. How do I explain this? She was full figured but not heavy. Nice breasts where you could see the valley between them, an ass that you wanted to grab. We headed for the dance floor. As we danced by the band I handed them twenty dollars and asked for four slow songs in a row. They smiled at me and nodded their heads. June and I were now away from our table dancing. Shelby and Chuck were sitting there talking.

I told June what a beautiful woman she was when she got a tear in her eye.

"I can't do this. I'm sorry but I can't," she said.

She started to pull away but I held her firm. "Can't do what June, sleep with me?" I asked.

"Yes, no, I don't know. Not like this, please let me go," she asked. 

"June, I know about those two idiots over there trying to take me for a half million dollars. I'm not worried about them; it isn't going to happen. I'm just interested in why a beautiful woman like you would take part in such a despicable act."

"I'm sorry, it was stupid. I don't want to be part of it. What would my kids think?" She looked up at me because her so-called husband just said they didn't have kids.

"It's okay, June, I know you have two kids. So why were you willing to whore yourself out for these two idiots? Do they have something over you?"

"Oh, God, no, what have I done? I'm so sorry." 

She still had tears in her eyes. "Chuck heard me arguing with my daughter's dentist. She needs braces and it's going to cost over four thousand dollars. I don't have the money. My husband left me ten years ago and never paid a dime's worth of support. I make about thirty-five thousand a year and it takes everything to pay my bills. Chuck offered to give me the four thousand dollars if I were to entice you to have relations with me. I've never done anything like this, please believe me, but it was for my kids. I'd do anything for them." She was now crying.

I took my hanky out and gave it to her to wipe her tears.

"So you were offering yourself to me for the braces?" I asked.

She answered, "I've known about you for a number of years. I've seen you at a few parties and thought you were a good looking man. I was always afraid to approach you and of course you never approached me. I guess we were from two different sides of the street. Well, when they told me it was you they wanted me to entice, I said yes. I know now how stupid it was and I'm very sorry. Please forgive me."

I thought two different sides of the street; I was the guy that quit school and worked his way to where I was today. It made me think that maybe I was a bit too cocky. I better work on that. I didn't want people to think I was unapproachable. I couldn't believe that I passed on a woman this nice. I guess it's one of the problems with wealth. It made you suspicious of most everyone. I didn't like being like that; I had to work on it. 

"I can't believe I wouldn't notice a woman as beautiful as you," I said.

"It must be the clothes. I can't afford to dress like this. Shelby bought me this dress and sent me to the hairdresser. The jewelry also belongs to her. It really feels nice to wear things like this. Before I left the house, my son even whistled at me. He thought I was just going out on a date."

"June, we have to go back to the table and talk and order dinner. I won't take advantage of you, I promise, but I do want you to play along. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes, Randy, I'm so sorry. I'll help you anyway I can. I just couldn't do it to you. You're too nice of a guy to be mixed up with those two. Again, please excuse my indiscretion. Really, I'm not a bad person, just a stupid one once in awhile."

"We'll talk more later, but for now I'll be putting the make on you. Believe me, if I weren't married it wouldn't be hard to do," I smiled.

We walked back to the table and I asked Shelby and Chuck how they were getting along.

"Oh, we're just getting to know each other. At work it's always shop talk. We hardly ever spend time together at work," replied Chuck.

"All I can say is you have one beautiful wife. Too bad you don't have any kids. I think she'd make a great mother. Excuse this statement but she has one killer ass body, and damn her ass cheeks are firm," I said.

June looked down and was blushing a beet red. Of course I never touched her, but we needed a little show here. "Oh, I'm sorry if I embarrassed you, June, but I was under the impression that you two did this often."




My Marriage Mistake



Chuck replied, "We do get together with couples once in a great while but June is still rather shy."

"I'm getting hungry from all that dancing. Let's order a bottle of champagne and get that waiter over here so we can order dinner," I suggested.

Shelby was a little taken aback. I guess she didn't like me giving so much attention to June, even though that's what she wanted. We all had a glass of champagne and I made a toast. "To all of us and to the wonderful evening ahead." We touched glasses and drank our champagne. I reached over so Chuck could see me and squeezed June's upper thigh. She looked over at me in surprise and put her hand on mine and squeezed it. Damn, she felt pretty good. I raised my hand with hers on it and lightly kissed it.

"Let's order, dinner's on me. June, I hear they have great lobster tail. Would you like to try it?" I asked.

She said it would be nice and I could order for both of us. I asked Shelby what she would like and she ordered a shrimp platter. Old Chuck ordered the most expensive steak on the menu; that wasn't any surprise. We were on our second bottle of champagne when the food arrived. One thing about me, I could always handle my liquor. June was drinking sparingly so that made Chuck and Shelby the drinkers for this evening.

Shelby and Chuck must have been getting a little loose. Chuck moved closer to her and put his hand in her lap. While they were sitting there, I asked June if she would like to dance some more. She got up and we began dancing. She complimented me on my dancing. I asked her if she was having a nice time. She told me she was and wished it was a real date. 

I told her for the record, between me and her, it was a real date. The dinner, the dancing and the companionship were all real. I did tell her there wouldn't be any sex because I was married and it was just something I felt was wrong. I also told her after the divorce I might just look her up and she just smiled and said, "I'd like that."

I asked her what the rest of the plan was supposed to be and she told me that they had rooms reserved at the Holiday Inn and Chuck had video cameras set up to take a video of us having sex and they were going to use it to get the proof of me cheating. I asked her when she was suppose to get paid and she told me they gave her five hundred dollars up front and the rest would come when she gave them the video. I was sure they weren't going to give her anymore money but we needed to give them a tape. I got the room numbers and walked her back to the table and excused myself for a few minutes. I called my cousin Rob who was night shift manager at the Holiday Inn and told him to insert a video camera in the other room also. Both rooms were registered in my name and I authorized the mini-camera so it wasn't illegal. Now we would both be videotaped.

When I returned to the table I saw Chuck's hand all the way up Shelby's dress. I guess there was a little finger fucking going on. I asked June for one last dance before we left for the motel. She told me while I was gone they had congratulated her on getting me to accept her. They didn't know it was just a plan.

"June, it's their plan. You are one beautiful woman whom I consider an honor to date. I haven't been playing on your emotions. The things I told you and touching your thigh were real. I wasn't acting with you. You need to know that. Under other circumstances, I would have made love to you if you would have let me." 

I leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips, and she returned it with more pressure.

"Well, time to get the show on the road," I said, as I glanced into June's almost tearful eyes.

Chapter 2

We went back to the table and I asked Shelby if she had reservations anywhere else since she was supposed to make all the plans.

"I have two rooms reserved at the Holiday Inn if you want to go further. Of course it's totally up to you."

"Well, yes, since we are both doing this, I guess it's alright. If it was just me, I'd have a problem with it. You know our pre-nuptial agreement and all. June's a lovely woman but I can get a lot of action for a half-million dollars," I smiled.

Everyone laughed, but I had to let them know that I wasn't a total dumb-ass. I didn't want them to think their plan wasn't working. I could just about see dollar signs in their eyes. They were watching me so I guess they figured they should do something so I knew they were going to be intimate. He reached around and grabbed Shelby little butt and squeezed it and smiled at me. So I did the same to June and she turned and kissed me hard on the mouth. I knew she wasn't acting.

I told Shelby that she could ride with Chuck, and June could ride with me. I asked them for our room key and I saw them stare at the keys to make sure I got the right one.

We headed over to the motel and, as we pulled into the parking garage, I told Shelby that I would see her at home in the morning. I put my arm around June as we went to Room 704. Shelby and Chuck were a couple of doors down in 710. We walked into the room and June looked at me.

"What do we do now? As much as I would like to we can't make love. As you said, 'I'm not worth a half million dollars,'" she smiled.

The video was on, but there is no sound to these units. It made them a much quieter unit and less detectable. Rob, my cousin said that there is one in the smoke detector and the other is in the corner ceiling vent.

"Do you like solitaire?" I asked as I pulled out a deck of cards. "I'll teach you how to play solitaire with two people. We have to stay in here at least an hour in case they come looking. Do you think you will have a problem at work once they find out they were double-crossed?"

"Probably. I don't work for Chuck but I guess between the two of them, they'll give me a hard way to go. I'm a big girl; I think I can handle it."

"What about the braces? Your daughter still needs them."

"I'll try and see if I can borrow the money or something. It will be alright."

That was always what my mom used to say to me so I wouldn't be worried.

"Why don't you go and work elsewhere? You have a great employment record and I know you can do better."

"How do you know so much about me? All about my family, my job, even my ex-marriage?"

"I can't tell you that right now, but I know people who know other people. The Allied Company is looking to hire a marketing person. Why don't you apply there on Monday?"

She smiled at me and said, "They say you have to know someone to get on there. It's one of the best places to work around here."

I smiled back, "You do know someone. You know me. Do you have any vacation left at Marcus Company?"

"Yes, I still have two weeks left. Why?"

I took out one of my gold lined business cards and wrote on the back. "Margaret replacement, Randy R." "Now, come Monday, I don't want you going back to Marcus. Call them and tell them you're taking a vacation and take this card to The Allied Company receptionist. Do you understand?"

"Yes, but..."

"No, buts. You have to trust me. Just do as I have asked you. Will you do that?"

"Yes, I can do that," she answered.

We had a bottle of wine delivered up to our room and talked and played solitaire for over three hours. "Well, June, as much as I would like to lay you on that bed and devour you, I have to take you home. Are you ready to go?"

We opened the door and walked out quietly. As we walked by Shelby's room we could hear the moaning. They must still be at it. When we got to the service desk I told Rob to give our tape to Shelby when he sees her in the morning and to put the one in their room aside and I would get it tomorrow. 

I took June home and told her that it was one of the nicest dates I had in a long time. I reminded her about Monday and then I couldn't help it - I leaned over and kissed her goodnight. A lot more than once. I walked her to her door and kissed her once more. No cameras to worry about here. She took off the jewelry that Shelby loaned her and asked me to give it back to her, and then disappeared into the house.

I got in my car and headed home. I actually felt kind of sad. June was one nice lady. Her life mirrored my mom's in a woman working hard to take care of her children and make ends meet. I was going to help make things easier for her.

Shelby came home on Sunday morning and asked when I got home. I told her I came home last night. June asked to go home so I dropped her off at her house. "So, Shelby, how was your evening with Chuck?"

"I prefer not to talk about it if you don't mind," she answered.

"Good, as long as you don't ask me about my date, although she is one fine lady and I can't understand why she married such an arrogant ass," I said to get Shelby roused a little.

"What's wrong with Chuck? I think he's a really great guy. I don't think he's arrogant at all," replied Shelby.

"I don't know exactly. There's something really phony about him. I can't quite put my finger on it but I wouldn't trust him if I were you. He may be your boss but he's still full of shit."

Shelby gave me kind of a mean look and said she wasn't feeling good and was going to lie down.

About seven o'clock that evening the phone rang. Shelby answered it. I only heard half the conversation but I knew it was Chuck. "What" ... "He didn't" ... "Nothing at all" ... "Cards?" ... "No, he never said ..." ... "He came home last night." Then in a low voice she whispered. "Wait till I see that bitch tomorrow." ... "Fuck, no, I can't ask him anything. Then he'll know something's up." ... "Okay, we'll talk tomorrow; yeah, love you too. Bye."

"Who was that on the phone?" I asked.

"Chuck just called and said what a great time he and June had and thanked us for paying for everything. So, how did it go between June and you?"

"We already discussed that. 'No tell,' remember? Your idea. Oh, by the way, June told me to tell you 'Thank You' for loaning her this Jewelry, as I handed it to her. She said it was really nice of you to lend it to her. I think she thinks of you as a real friend. Oh, I have to go out for awhile. Do you want me to bring you anything back?" 

I had to go pick up my tape of Shelby and Chuck from the motel. Gee, I wonder what I might see on it.

She didn't want anything but me out of the house. I think she needed to discuss things with Chuck. Things didn't go according to their plan. I laughed as I got into my car and headed over to pick up the tape.

I received the tape and asked if I could use a room for a few minutes to verify the tape. I used their office and fast forwarded through a lot of the tape. They really went at it. He came twice before having to rest. After their rest, they must have done it one more time before going home. At least they cleaned up afterwards. I went out and got some dinner and contemplated my next move. When I got home, Shelby was already in bed. I know this might sound odd, but we slept in separate rooms. I was used to sleeping alone and so that's the way it was. It was funny looking back that Shelby never even questioned the separate room issue. I guess she didn't want to sleep with an old man or at least an older man.

I was up and out the door before Shelby was out of her shower. I had a lot of things to do. I went to my office and started making phone calls. I had to get a few people out of bed or their shower, but I didn't care. I called the Marcus Company, The Allied Company, and then my lawyers, making an appointment for later that day. 

**************

June talks about her appointment:

I got up early this morning not knowing what to expect. I got dressed in my nicest business outfit and sent the kids off to school. I had to call the Marcus Company and tell them that I wouldn't be in and was taking at least a couple of days vacation. Randy, didn't do much explaining to me. I sure hope he wasn't playing with me. I really liked him and right now my life was kind of in his hands.

About ten o'clock I headed over to The Allied Company. I always wished I could work here. It was kind of a symbol of success in the community. I walked up to the receptionist.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm here to apply for a position....."

"I'm sorry, we're not hiring right now."

I handed her the card that Randy gave me. She read it and asked me to please be seated. She would just be a minute. I watched her walk into an office and returned with a gentleman in about two minutes.

He held out his hand. "Mrs. Ross, I presume?" he asked. "I'm George Petro, head of Personnel.

"Yes, I'm June Ross. Randy sent me here to apply for a position," I replied.

"Yes, yes, Margaret is retiring and you're her replacement. Please follow me." 

Did he say I'm her replacement or applying to be her replacement? I haven't even given him my resume yet. I followed him to another office and he said it was nice meeting me and his secretary would take care of my paper work. He then left me with the secretary.

"Hi, June. I'm Audrey. Welcome to The Allied Company. We need to take care of all your legal papers and get it all out of the way. Would you mind filling out these papers?" she smiled.

"Audrey, I came to apply for this position. There must be some mistake. I haven't even been interviewed yet," I said.

"I'm sorry, June; I guess I thought you knew. When you got that card from Randy that was as good as any interview. You got the position. After you fill out the papers, we'll go over the details. You will be starting tomorrow."

"Shouldn't I give Marcus Company a two week notice? It doesn't seem right to just leave them hanging like this. They were pretty good to work for.

"Marcus Company is a subsidiary to The Allied Company. Most people don't know that. We're the big boys so to speak. Your records are already here. We just transferred them into our computer. You will keep all your seniority and benefits, except some of them will be improved. We'll go over that also. So, if you'll fill out the papers we'll get started."

This was unbelievable. I got the job and better benefits, and I never even interviewed for it. I was wondering what my salary was going to be but was almost afraid to ask. I filled out my tax forms and gave them to Audrey. She really was a friendly gal. She asked me if I wanted a cup of coffee and got us both one.

"June, I know you have a thousand questions and I'll do my best to answer them. I'll tell you some of the important information and give you some books and pamphlets to take home and read. After we get finished with the paper work I'll take you on a tour of the office and introduce you to Margaret, the woman you will be replacing. She's retiring next month after thirty years with us. Let me tell you it's a great job and you're really lucky to get it. We've had over thirty applicants interview for it." 

"I hope I can fill Margaret's shoes. She sounds like a really good person."

"You'll do fine or Randy wouldn't have staked his reputation on you. I can only tell you this: when Randy speaks, people listen. It's that simple. Now, I know you are interested in your salary but probably was afraid to ask. You will start at sixty thousand a year...."

"What? Sixty thousand is almost double what I was making," I replied

"Don't tell anyone else your salary here. That's a no-no. This job was suppose to start at fifty but Randy said to give you credit for your fourteen years at Marcus. Your insurance benefits are better here also, but I was told to inform you that your daughter's braces are a pre-existing condition so they won't be covered. The good news is here is a check for four thousand dollars as a bonus for taking this position. Compliments of Randy for helping him out."

I started crying, and Audrey smiled at me and had tears in her eyes also. I guess it's just something mothers do. Audrey told me she had two kids who were in their twenties and out on their own now. They needed braces when they were younger.

We finished the discussions and the paper work and she took me on a tour of the building and all the offices. We stopped at one office and she introduced me to Margaret. She was around sixty but was very neat in appearance and very jovial. She would be interesting to work with for the next month. She promised me she would teach me everything I needed to know. She congratulated me on getting the position and then Audrey said it was time for lunch and we headed to the cafeteria.

The following day I started my new job. It was almost a new start for me and my kids, thanks to Randy, a man I hardly knew.

Chapter 3

I made all my calls to help June along a little. Still hard to believe the feelings I had for her. Damn, man, I hardly knew this woman, but I had to help her out. Raising two kids on a limited income, one parent families, I hated that. A kid should have a chance in life. I watched my mother cry for too many years trying to get us what we needed. I felt that same feeling when I was with June. The, "I'll do anything for my kids," she shouldn't have to and now life will be better for her. I always liked helping good people, but despised the ones who used people. I had that type to deal with now.

I watched the tape of them in the motel again. You could tell by their actions that this wasn't their first time together, which wouldn't have made any difference anyway. I knew that from the time she told me she wasn't really pregnant that something was in the works. 

I made a copy of the tape and took it to my lawyers. I had more than one lawyer. They all agreed that the marriage issue could be resolved rather quickly with this kind of evidence. After reading our pre-nuptial they asked if she had anything on me to counter-sue. I told them not unless playing cards in the motel counted. I did tell them about the few touches and a couple of kisses that they saw. Again, it was just their word against mine and wasn't all that bad anyway. It didn't reach the point of cheating as stated in our document.

They asked me about suing the three people who were trying to defraud me of money. I told my lawyers that they didn't have anything I wanted and as for the woman, I didn't want her name mentioned. If it wasn't for her, I would have never known about the plan to appropriate money from me. Of course I knew but wanted to keep June and her family out of it.

I told the lawyers what I wanted and to draw up the papers as soon as possible. I would be back in a few hours to pick them up. When I went back to pick up the papers the lawyers told me that I was being very fair under the circumstances. They said they could get the marriage annulled quicker than going through the divorce. I took both sets of documents with me and headed out the door. 

I did something that I very rarely do. I went to the Marcus Company. Most of the people knew me by name but very few had ever met me. I walked up to the receptionist and asked to speak to the company president. She tried to hold back a laugh and asked if I had an appointment.

I don't always dress in suit and tie. I prefer the casual look and that's how I was dressed. A nice polo shirt and a pair of dockers pants.

I handed her one of my gold cards but it didn't mean anything to her. "I suggest you go back and hand him this card. I'm almost sure he'll want to see me."

She started to say something to me but looked back at the card wondering why it would get me in to see the president of a company. She wasn't sure what to do and got up and went back to the president's office. She wasn't gone a minute when she and the president of the company came out in a hurry. "Mr. Rhine, sorry to keep you waiting so long. Please come back to my office," he said. He then turned to the receptionist and said, "Marla, we do not want to be disturbed."

She said, "Yes sir," and looked back at the card. I could see her brain working as she mouthed the words, Randy R. It must have struck her. I was Randy Rhine, a most important customer. I did all the trucking for this firm; of course, she had no idea I was also a major stockholder of this company.




My Marriage Mistake



"Jim, I have a problem with a couple of your employees. I need to talk to them at once. I would like to use your office. I'll give you a little rundown on them. Most people don't know that Shelby is my wife of about six months. Her boyfriend is Chuck Woody, one of your managers. Basically, they were trying to set me up but I caught them in the act. So we will be getting an annulment or divorce very soon. Depending on the circumstances I might like to see them transferred to the West Virginia branch. To the best of my knowledge they are employees with good work records and you can't just transfer them for no reason. I'm hoping to convince them to ask for the transfer. Do you have any problems with that?"

"No, Mr. Rhine..."

"Please call me Randy, Jim," I asked.

"Well, Randy, I can probably transfer Shelby since she does secretarial work, but Chuck is a department head. They are much harder to replace and, I hate to say it, but he does a good job for us," he replied.

"Let me talk to them and see where we stand. I'll do my best to try and not upset your apple cart," I responded.

Jim informed Marla to page both Chuck and Shelby and have them sent up to his office. He then left and said he would return in about an hour. He had two meetings to attend. I thanked him for his time and told him I would remember the favor he just did for me. Statements like that mean a lot and I would always take care of people who helped me out. My reputation among the elite was important. Honesty with these people was paramount. 

I was sitting behind Jim's desk when Chuck and Shelby came in.

"Randy, what are you doing here?" inquired Shelby.

"Chuck, please close the door and both of you take a seat. Shelby, we have a problem or at least a dilemma on our hands. You and your boyfriend here were trying to defraud me of money."

"No, it's not true, Randy. Please let...."

"Please be quiet and let me continue. You will have a chance to explain later. I know that you and Mr. Woody have been friends for a number of years. You tried to set me up and defraud me of a half million dollars."

"You can't prove anything," said Chuck. "You're bluffing. You can't prove anything and if you divorce Shelby, we'll get a half..."

"You'll get nothing. You see, I have a video of you two at the motel."

Chuck interrupted me. "Bullshit, you had the room with the tape in it. I know. I had it set up." 

I turned on the video recorder which showed Chuck and Shelby fucking.

"Where did you get that?" asked Chuck.

"Now do you think the courts would believe my tape, or the one you have of us playing cards and having a glass of wine?" I asked.

Shelby was getting nervous. I looked at her directly while I spoke to her.

"Shelby, we can make this easy or very difficult. My lawyers have drawn up a number of choices. I can charge you both with fraud charges and we can all go to court and fight it out. Or we could..."

Chuck interrupted me again. "You won't go to court. You don't like the limelight. The publicity would hurt your image. You would never take us to court."

"Shut the fuck up! I'm tired of listening to your damn bullshit. You're dead wrong if you think I wouldn't take you to court and get your ass thrown in jail, and not lose a damn day's sleep over it. Now, I was saying, Shelby, we are getting divorced; I think you are well aware of that. We can use our pre-nuptial agreement and you go with whatever you had brought into the marriage which is basically nothing. You can take all your personal things that you have bought and the gifts I have bought for you." She was sitting there in tears. I almost felt sorry for her.

I looked over at Chuck. "Chuck, I was thinking of giving you a quarter million dollars to move to West Virginia and work there."

"What? Me? A quarter million? Hell, yes, I'll take it."

"There's a catch. Shelby will be staying here. Do you still want to go?"

"Hell, yes, I'll take the money and run," said Chuck, smiling.

Shelby looked at Chuck. "What about us, Chuck? You said you loved me. You're the one that had me marry Randy and then try to defraud him."

"It was business, baby. It was fun while it lasted. We had good sex together, but we're talking about a quarter of a million dollars. Sorry, baby, but it was just business. Where do I sign?"

I wanted for Shelby to see what a prick Chuck was. "What do you think of your lover now, Shelby?"

"I hate the bastard. He did nothing but use me. He set this shit up and I get tossed out on my ear and he gets the money. It just isn't fair."

"Shelby, you were my wife even though it was for a short time. I have a counter offer for you. Instead of giving the West Virginia job to Chuck, I'll see that you get it, along with the money. Only there are a couple of stipulations. You can't go with Chuck and you have to sign an annulment paper that says our marriage never existed. It's your choice."

"I get the job, the quarter million dollars and all my stuff. What about my BMW?"

"You can have it also. When you sign these papers, we will never have been considered married. I will personally rent you a moving van to take all your belongings to West Virginia.

Chuck yelled out, "What about me? What do I get?"

"You get to keep your job here, unless we ever hear of you trying to pull a stunt like this again, in which case you will be sent to prison or wind up dead. If we ever hear you spreading a rumor about Shelby, June or myself, you will be out on your ear. Now I suggest you get back to work. Oh, wait one minute." I paged Marla and asked her to send Bruce up to the office.

"Shelby, you go home and pack your things. You better consider yourself very lucky. Instead of going to jail, or not getting anything, you get another chance. Also not getting tied down to a loser. You have a chance to start over. Now go on with your life. You have that second chance."

She looked over at Chuck. "You fucking bastard, I never want to see you again," she said as she left the office.

A giant of a man walked through the doors. Around 6'6" and 325 lbs. "Chuck, I think you may have seen Bruce around. He's the head security guard for the Marcus Company. He has orders to keep his eyes on you to make sure you don't make waves here. If you do, he has orders to take care of business. We won't go into what that entails, hopefully it won't be necessary."

"Thank you for coming up Bruce," I said.

"No problem sir, anytime," he answered as he left the office.

"One last thing, Chuck. I wanted you out of here but Jim saved your ass. You make sure you do a hell of a good job here; I don't want Jim thinking he made the wrong decision. By the way, you would have never gotten the money. I just wanted Shelby to see the type of person you are. Now I suggest you get back to work."

When Jim got back, I explained all that transpired and offered to take him and his wife out to dinner. He accepted and we met up a couple of hours later for dinner. I made reservations at the restaurant that Shelby had used. I loved their lobster. Jim and his wife were good people. I liked doing things for good people. I did think about June while we were eating. It would have been nice to have her there with me. After dinner I headed home.

Shelby had her stuffed packed up and was gone even before I got home. I left her a check on the counter. I ended up giving her three hundred thousand dollars. Most people would probably think I'm nuts for giving her anything but I wanted her to try and turn her life around. 

Within the month the annulment came through. I checked with Jim at the Marcus Company and he said that Shelby was settled in and her supervisors were impressed with her. I figure her looks had a lot to do with that, but at least she was doing good. It was the last I had ever heard about her.

Jim said Chuck was doing a decent job. Whenever Bruce made his rounds and smiled at him, he looked nervous. It looked like it all might work out okay.

Time to face the music. I went over to by sister Barb's house. She was having a birthday party for my fourteen year old niece. My other sister Brenda was there with her family along with my brother Joe and his family. I was the only one not married now and without kids. I was a good uncle though.

Barb looked at me and asked, "Where's your little teeny ... I'm sorry, where is Shelby?" she asked.

"We're no longer together. I had the marriage annulled. It was final last week." I didn't give them all the facts. I didn't want to implicate June.

Brenda said, "Wise decision, big brother. We invited Shelby to every family event and she never came. I guess she really didn't want to be part of the family. Where did she go?"

"She transferred to an office in West Virginia. I think it was a good move for her."

"What did it cost you, Randy?" Joe asked.

"I gave her a little for the road and to get started on a new life. The amount isn't important," I replied.

Brenda asked me if I was going to her husband's fortieth birthday bash that was a little over two months away. I told her I wouldn't miss it for anything. They were having a big pool party and BBQ. They told me I could bring a date as long as she was an adult. I told them that my life with Shelby was over so they could find something else to kid me about.

Barb mentioned that her daughter Sherry had to get her tonsils out on Friday. She asked if I would mind coming and sitting with her while she waited during the surgery. Her husband was a truck driver and would be on the road. He was going to take the day off but she convinced him that tonsil removal wasn't that bad. I promised I'd be there.

I headed to the hospital on Friday. My niece was being prepped. I told her everything would be fine and I would buy her a gallon of ice cream, whatever she wanted but without nuts. "Thank you, Uncle Randy. You know I like chocolate."

"Then chocolate it will be," I answered.

I headed out to the waiting area with Barb. We would probably be there for about two hours, counting recovery time.

While we were sitting there talking, I watched as they brought a young boy in. He was in an auto accident. Behind him rushing down the corridor was a woman; it was June. I jumped up and went to her. 

"June, what happened?" Of course she was a nervous wreck.

"My son, Barry, had an accident. God, I hope he's alright. He's a new driver, being only sixteen, and turned the steering wheel to avoid hitting a dog and ran into a ditch. I know he hurt his leg. The paramedics said they wouldn't know how badly until they take x-rays. Randy, I need to thank you for all you've done for me but I don't have time right now. Please excuse me while I find out about my son."

She quickly went to her son's room. It was so nice to see her; too bad the circumstances didn't give us a chance to talk. I sure hoped her son would be alright. He looked more shook up than anything. I had to get back to Barb.

"Who was that?" asked Barb.

"A woman I know. Her son was just in a car accident. I guess he hurt his leg. I think he'll be alright. I think I'll check on him before we leave," I replied.

Barb and I talked about different things until Sherry came out of recovery. We went in to see her; she looked groggy from being drugged up. They brought her in a Popsicle to help cool down her throat. When she was eventually ready to go I handed her twenty dollars for her chocolate ice cream that I promised her. She whispered thank you to me and I gave her a kiss on the forehead. I decided to see if June was still there so I walked to Barry's room.

Barry was sitting up watching the television.

"Hi, Barry. My name is Randy. I'm a friend of your mother's."

"I'm sorry, sir, she went back to work. She won't be back for a couple of hours," he said.

"How's your leg?" I asked.

"The doctor said that I was lucky, it's just a sprain. It should be normal in a few days. Everything else is just scrapes and cuts."

"So are you going home today?"

"The doctor said he was going to keep me till morning. They gave me a lot of drugs and wanted to make sure I don't have any reactions to them. I'll tell mom you stopped by. It was nice of you to do so."

I gave him one of my private cards with my personal cell phone number on it. "Barry, would you give this card to your mom and ask her to call me?" I asked.

"Sir, what's this about? I'm sorry but it is my mom and I try to look after her."

I smiled; he reminded me of myself when I was his age; always watching out for my mother. "Barry, your mom and I are friends and I would like to ask her out. I don't know your phone number and would feel I was intruding by just stopping by. If she's seeing someone, I'll understand and not bother her."

"Sir, you seem like a nice man, but my mom really doesn't date much. You might be wasting your time.

"Why is that, Barry?"

"There's a guy that mom likes and is waiting for him to call. I don't know him or why she's waiting, but she has turned down a number of dates. I thought I should tell you and maybe save you some time."

"Is the man she's waiting for the one she went out with about two months ago when you whistled at her?"

"How did you know that? Mom must have told you. Are you that guy?"

"Yes, I am, Barry. Now will you give her my card?" I asked.

"I sure will, sir, and thank you for visiting me."

I was sitting at home reading the paper when my phone rang.

"Hello, Randy here," I answered.

"Randy, this is June; my son gave me your card and told me that I had to call you. What is it that couldn't wait till tomorrow?"

"Where are you calling from?"

"The hospital. Barry said to call right away. Are you alright?"

I started laughing. "June, I just told Barry to have you call me, I swear. I just wanted to ask you out."

June said she was looking over at Barry and he was in stitches laughing. I could hear him laughing through the phone. "You little brat, telling me it was an emergency," I heard her tell Barry.

"Mom, I know you're crazy about this guy and I didn't want him to get away. Besides, if I spend the night in the hospital and sis is at grandma's, you can go out and have a nice time."

I heard her whispering. "He didn't say anything about tonight; he might just mean sometime in the future. He's a rather important man. I don't think he's going to drop everything just to take me out," she told Barry, who was still laughing.

"Hello, hello. Is anybody there?" I said, knowing that June had the phone in her hand.

"I'm sorry, Randy; I think I just made a fool of myself, thanks to my son who's sitting there laughing."

"I heard everything and tonight would be great. Will you go out with me tonight? I'll pick you up there at the hospital in about an hour."

"Randy, I'm not dressed..."

"Are you standing there naked?"

"Of course I'm not naked. Shut up, Barry, and stop laughing. You two guys, I ought to slap both of you. I have jeans and a blouse on, Randy." 

"And a bra and maybe underwear," I heard her son yell in the background.

"You're dressed fine. I want to go to country place where there is line dancing and we can just have a little fun. Are you up for it?"

"Yes, I'll try and be ready in an hour if my dear son stops pestering me."

I picked her up at the hospital and we went to a nice lounge that had a country music flavor. We were having a great time. We weren't even drinking alcohol. We had fancy water in a bottle. We ordered up a couple of rib dinners and just enjoyed each other's company. She thanked me so many times for helping her get her new job that I had to finally tell her to quit talking about it or I'd have to get old George to lay her off. She reached over and kissed me.

"What was that for?" I asked.

"I can't tell you or I will lose my job," she smiled. "Randy, why did you want to come here tonight? I never figured you for a place like this."

"Don't you like it? I love the beat of the music and something else," I replied

"I love it, I'm just happy to be with you. What's the something else?" she asked.

"You might get mad if I tell you," I said.

"You just wanted to see my big ass in a pair of jeans doing the line dance, didn't you?" she asked.

"God, how did you know? I'm sorry, but you are right," I replied.

"I watched you while the other women were dancing, so I figured you did the same thing when my big ass was up there," she laughed. "So what about my ass? Are you satisfied?" she laughed again.

"Very. I'm starting to get kinda attached to you. I don't know where it will lead but I do want to follow my heart. I don't trust people in general, but there is something special about you."

The next day she picked up Barry and when she got home her daughter Kayla was there with her grandmother to welcome Barry home.

I pulled up while they were getting ready to get Barry out of the car. "Let me help," I said, as I walked over and helped Barry out of the car. I knew he would have to stay off that leg and was a pretty big boy.

"Hi, Randy, nice to see you again; nice of you to come and see me but I'm willing to bet it's not me you came to see," he smiled. 

I helped him out of the car, while June explained to her daughter and mom who I was. Barry had to keep his weight off his leg for a few days. He did say he was pretty sore from the accident but should be like new in no time.

After helping him into the house I went back to the car and brought in two pizzas and a twelve pack of soda. June introduced me to her mom and daughter and we sat and talked. They were really a close family, and made me feel very welcome. I watched Kayla smile and it showed her braces; that made me feel good inside.

After that day I was seeing June every few days. I got along with her kids great. Barry was back on his feet in no time. Young people seemed to heal quickly. He had to still take it easy but was ready to resume football practice. He told me he wanted to be a defensive linebacker. He said he wasn't that good handling the ball but defense was right up his alley. I told him I knew someone who could give him some good pointers on being a linebacker. I mentioned my brother Joe got his scholarship playing that position. Barry said he couldn't wait to meet him.

June and I were going out again the following Saturday. We decided to go back to the country western bar. We were having our usual good time when I got up to use the rest room. When I returned to the table, I saw Chuck in my seat arguing with June.

I overheard him saying that she double crossed him and cost him a half million dollars. June called him a couple of names; as she reached to slap him, he grabbed her arm. I was pissed. I went over and pulled him out of the chair and let him have it. I put his arm in a hammer lock - that's holding it behind his back - walked to the side door and threw him out, onto the pavement.

"You son of a bitch, you can't leave well enough alone. If I ever seen you again, I'll kill you," I said.

When I walked back in, the crowd cheered for me. June was a little shook up and asked to leave. As we stepped out the back door she told me there was something she had to tell me. Just as she was about to speak, I was jumped by three guys, one of them was Chuck. I heard June scream as a number of people from the bar came running out. It became a brawl with me on the bottom. It was like a free for all when it sounded like a gun went off. The next thing I knew I was waking up in a hospital bed. My sister Barb was sitting there.

"He's awake! Randy's awake," she screamed with tears flowing down her face. In came my sister Brenda and my mom. There were a lot of my friends and relatives in the waiting room.

"What happened to me? Where's June? Will someone please explain what has happened to me?"

A doctor told everyone to please wait in the other room while he examined me.




My Marriage Mistake



"Randy, you were shot three times. One bullet missed your heart by just millimeters. You have lost a lot of blood and have been in a coma for almost a week. It was a close call whether you would pull through or not. Good thing you are in good physical health or you wouldn't have pulled through."

"Where's June? Who shot me?" I asked.

"I don't know the lady you're speaking of, and as far as who shot you, the police are still investigating the shooting. You were the only one that was shot. Now you need to rest if you are to get better. I'm going to give you something to make you sleep and you can talk to your family later. Right now you need to sleep." He gave me a shot and I was out like a light.

I woke up the next morning with my mom by my side. "Mom, I need answers. I need to know what happened. I think a guy named Chuck or one of his friends shot me. I need to talk to June; she was with me at the time. Have you seen her? I asked.

"Randy, you need to take it easy. I'll tell you all I know. A young lady was here with you when you were checked in. I didn't know her name; it might have been June. You can ask Barb later. She talked to her. The woman was really frightened, but as soon as our family showed up, she left. We haven't seen her since you were admitted. Someone from our family has been here all day and all night. There have been a number of calls asking about you every day. I honestly don't know if she has been one of the calls or not."

"What are the doctors saying, mom?" I knew my mom would tell me the truth.

"They didn't think you were going to make it. The lady you call June stuffed you in your car, bloody and all and rushed you to the hospital. She held her jacket against your chest to help slow the bleeding. She wouldn't wait for an ambulance. Good thing too. According to the doctors, if you would have lost another pint of blood, you wouldn't have made it. So, I guess this unknown woman saved your life."

The doctors came in smiling. "Randy, it looks like you're going to live. In fact you're improving almost by the hour. You should be able to leave the hospital in about a week. Do you feel up to talking to the police? They're out here waiting to speak to you."

"Sure, I'll talk to them but I must talk to Barb first. Please ask her to come in."

Barb and Brenda came in together. "Hey, Bro, how are you doing? You scared the living shit out of us," as they started crying.

It brought tears to my eyes knowing my sisters were crying for me. "Will you two stop that crying? I'm not dead yet."

"It's just that we love you so much, big brother, and we were worried sick."

"Barb, mom said you talked to June. What can you tell me?"

"Well, she was totally covered with your blood and was in the waiting room when we arrived. She told me that you were shot and probably wouldn't live. She was crying the whole time. She said that if you ever woke up to tell you that she was so sorry, and that she loved you. Who is she, Randy? Isn't she the woman we saw whose son was in an accident that day?"

"Yes, that was her. We were on a date. She was kind of special to me. No one has seen her since the shooting?"

"No, the police took her aside and talked to her for a while but she never came back. We thought we would try and locate her but wanted to talk to you first. Of course you were too busy sleeping for a week," Brenda laughed.

"Thanks for being here and caring for me. I couldn't ask for two better sisters. The police are probably getting jittery. Better send them in. I have questions for them also."

My sisters kissed me and as they walked out two uniformed officers walked in. "Mr Rhine, we won't beat around the bush. We found out that you are a very important person and we don't just mean the trucking business. We have a lot of the answers to what happened and will tell you everything we know, but you need to tell us everything you remember first," requested the officer.

"Things are still a little foggy but I'll do the best I can. I was out with a friend."

"Is that friend June Ross, Mr Rhine?"

"Yes, it was. We were dancing and I had to use the men's room and when I came back, Chuck Woody was arguing with her. I remember throwing him out of the bar. June was upset about something and asked to leave. As we were leaving, I was jumped by, I think, three guys. It all happened so fast. I thought I heard June scream and everyone in the bar must have joined the melee. I thought I heard a gun being fired and the next thing I know was I woke up here yesterday."

"Anything else, do you remember anything else at all?"

"I'm sorry, officer ... wait, as we were walking out the door June said she had something to tell me. She didn't get a chance to tell me before I got jumped. Now, are you going to let me in on what's going on?"

"Mr. Rhine, you were shot three times at close range with a small caliber weapon. We have the weapon. It was left at the scene of the shooting. We're not sure who fired it but it was registered to a J. Ross."

"June shot me? No, that's not possible; no she wouldn't do that to me. I know her too well..."

"Mr. Rhine, it was J. Arthur Ross. June's ex husband. According to June's statement he came by their house a couple of days ago and demanded money. He told her that Chuck Woody had gotten hold of him and told him that she was now rich or soon would be. She told us that you might be but she isn't. We figure that is probably what she wanted to tell you before you got jumped. We think she now feels responsible for your being shot. If you wouldn't have gotten involved with her, none of this would have happened. The truth is she saved your life. Your heart stopped beating twice when you were first admitted. You had just lost too much blood."

"Did you catch this Ross guy and the Woody fellow? I don't want them going after June or her family."

"That won't happen, Mr. Rhine. You see, they both showed up dead yesterday. The third man involved came to us for protection. He received a call stating he was next. He was told where the other two were killed and he could go there to verify it. He called us instead. His name is Jason Alexander. Have you ever heard of him?

"No, I think there's an actor by that name but I don't know him."

"Here's our dilemma Mr. Rhine. Very few people know about this killing. The two men's hands and feet were tied and their bodies were both put in the back of a stolen van. The van was pushed into Lake Erie. They were alive when the van entered the water. Of course it took awhile for them to drown. We have zero clues. It looked like it was done professionally. Is there anything you can tell us who might have done this?"

"Gentlemen, I have absolutely no clues. I honestly can't say I'm sorry. At least the tax payers don't have to pay for their room and board for the next twenty years. What about this Alexander guy. Does he know anything?"

"No, he came to town with Ross but is just a follower. We have assault charges pending on him but he wasn't aware of the gun so we're not sure what we'll do with him. If you hear anything, please call us and, if you will, please keep the murders under wraps. We haven't even told the press yet."

The officers left and I began thinking. I had a slight idea who might be responsible but I sure wouldn't turn anyone in who did that for me. I had to get word to June. She must feel responsible for my being shot. I asked for my brother Joe and he came into my room."

"Hi, Randy. Damn, what a sight for sore eyes." Even my little brother's eyes were tearing up. "You really had us worried, bro."

"Joe, I need a favor from you."

"Anything, Randy, you're my big brother. I always listen to you," he laughed.

"Joe, I need you to go see June. It's the woman who brought me to the hospital. Joe, don't tell our sisters but I'm in love with her. So you know, she holds herself responsible for my being shot."

I went on to explain about her ex-husband and Chuck. I didn't tell him they were killed, but I did tell him they were caught.

"Joe, you bring her to me even if you have to kidnap her. By the way, buy a professional football and sign it for her son. He wants to be a linebacker in school."

"Anything for you Randy. I'm glad I can return a small favor for all you've done for me. I'll go get her today."

Chapter 4

I'm Joe, Randy's younger brother. For our whole life Randy sacrificed for us. He was almost like a dad even though there was only a few years between us. He always protected us. He doesn't know that the twins and I know that he has a lot of power. When he snaps his fingers, a lot of people jump. He got jobs for everyone we know. Good jobs too. He never threw it in anyone's face. I guess you could say he was my hero. We all knew he made a mistake when he married that really young girl, but we also knew he would protect himself. 

I remember telling my wife when she brought up Shelby, "Leave Randy alone. So he gets some pussy from a young chick, big fucking deal." Kathy, my wife didn't speak to me for a week, but she knew I was right.

I stopped by the sports store and picked up a football and an autograph type pen. I wondered if this kid had any idea I even played ball. I found the house and this teenage boy came to the door.

"Can I help you?" he asked.

"Are you Barry Ross?" I asked.

"Yes, sir, what can I do for you?"

"I was told to drop off this football to you and to autograph it. My brother sent me here." I took out the pen and wrote on the ball, "To Barry Ross, from Joe Rhine, good luck in your football career."

Barry looked at the autograph, "You're Joe Rhine, the all state linebacker? When I was just a tiny kid I heard about how good you were. I watched tapes of your games. You're the reason I became a linebacker. Is Randy your brother?"

Right then a beautiful lady came up behind Berry. "Who is it, Barry?"

"Mom, it Randy's brother. He's Joe Rhine, the all state linebacker from the championship team about eighteen years ago. His picture is posted in the school and in the college hall of fame."

The woman looked nervous, "How's Randy? I called the hospital and they said he was out of the coma."

"I take it you're June. Randy has asked for you ever since he woke up. He wants to see you."

"I can't go. I'm responsible for..."

"Saving his life. That's what you are responsible for. If you would have waited for an ambulance he would have died. Now, June, I'm only going to say this once so please listen. Randy is my big brother and I'd do anything for him. He told me to come and get you and to bring you to the hospital immediately. He also told me he is in love with you. He has never told me that about another woman in my entire life. Are you coming with me or do I have to kidnap you?"

June was crying. "Please give me a moment to freshen up. I don't want him to see me like this. Please come in while I change."

I went in and talked to Barry about the State team and why I didn't go pro. I had broken my leg in my senior year at college and decided not to play ball for a living.

June came into the room. She looked beautiful. I could see immediately what Randy saw in her. I took her back to the hospital and past everyone waiting to see Randy. When I walked by Barb and Brenda, they knew just like I did that this was Randy's woman.

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I looked up and there stood June. She was crying as she came to me.

"Randy, I didn't get a chance to tell you about my ex being in town. I'm so sorry; you know I've always loved you. I just couldn't bear to see you in that coma which I felt I caused. I prayed for you every day. I called about every four hours hoping you would come out of it. God, I missed you so much."

"I will be out in about a week. I have a problem. The doctor told me I should have someone around in the evenings. Do you think you would be able to stop by once in a while?"

"I'll be there every night if you need me."

"In that case, maybe we better get married. If you stay at my house, I want you in my bed. Do you have any problem being Mrs. Randy Rhine?"

"No problem at all."

She did stop by every evening after work to see me for a few hours. I was doing fine. I started going back to therapy and was building my muscles back to normal. 

We actually got married about three months later.

June said her kids were happy for us. They would all be moving into my house. Kayla would come by with June as they made the house woman-friendly. When they decorated it, I couldn't believe how much nicer it looked. It was no longer a house. It was becoming a home.

We went over to Brenda's husband's birthday party. Of course June, Barry and Kayla all came too. Everyone was swimming and having a great time. My sisters loved June. They came up to me and told me to propose to her in front of the whole family. I told them I already proposed but they told me that wasn't a proposal. It was more of a death bed confession. 

June didn't get in the water but she was standing by the side of the pool in her bathing suit. It was a one piece but she looked great. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her. 

"Randy, what are you doing. You better not throw me in." She grabbed me around the neck. "If I go it, you'll be going in with me," and she held on to by neck for dear life.

I picked her up in my arms. She still had her arms around my neck. "Randy, your heart, better put me down."

"June, my heart has never felt better. With my whole family as my witness, will you become my wife, till death do us part?"

"I will, God, I will." She started crying as I jumped into the water while holding on to her. When we bobbed to the surface, I kissed her and held her tight. Everyone was clapping and shouting. Barry said, "Way to go, Randy. Way to go, Mom."

The story finally came out in the newspapers about Chuck and J. Ross. It was a little hard on Kayla and Berry. Their father whom they hardly knew tried to kill me. We talked with the kids and told them if they needed therapy or someone to talk to, to let us know. The police never found out who killed the two men.

Our wedding was a humongous affair. The presidents of every company in town attended. The relatives came out of the wood work. I told June that we were millionaires. She ended up quitting her job and worked as my secretary. We traveled often and ended up buying a bigger house. I considered Kayla and Barry as my kids. Sometimes they called me dad, other times Randy. I let it be their choice. 

I signed a pre-nuptial agreement with June. She didn't even want to read it, she just signed it. It was really a simple agreement. If she left me for any reason, she would get five million dollars. We both were sure we would never have to use that agreement. 

At the wedding my friend Bruce was in charge over security for the wedding. He came up to me and said, "Congratulations, sir. I wish you and the missus the best life possible."

I handed him a briefcase and an envelope containing one of my gold cards, saying 'Thank You' along with one hundred thousand dollars. "Bruce, you are a true friend."

On our wedding night, I took June back to the Holiday Inn, room 704. I slowly disrobed her and began kissing her whole body. We made love over and over that night. In the morning, I came out of the shower and saw June crying. She was crying for joy. On the night stand I had left her a check; along with one of my gold cards. On it I wrote, "To my loving wife on our wedding night. Here is my wedding present to you, for your first shopping trip as Mrs. Rhine." Love always Randy.

The check was for a half million dollars. I wanted her to know she really was always worth it.

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DG Hear.



My Marriage to 8 Men: A Story of Polyandry



Hi. My name is Trina. I was born in Randistica, a little-known country in Southeast Asia, a place which until recently was wartorn and hopeless. When I was just two, my parents were able to get refugee status in America and we moved there. It was in America that I was raised and where I grew up, with American values and hopes. My parents tried to instill in me a respect and understanding of our own ethnic culture and made sure I learned the language and cultural ways of Randistica, but it never quite took hold of me. I had no intention of ever returning to my country of birth. 

I lived a very busy and active childhood. I was a very good student in school and even skipped my third and fifth grades. I graduated high school at the age of 16. After that I went to college and got a double-major degree in art history and philosophy. Towards the end of my degree I fell in love with my first boyfriend, Armand. He was gorgeous and exciting and I fell hard for him. He loved the fact that I was a virgin and he promised the world to me prior to deflowering me then promptly dropping me for new conquests. I was devastated and I tried to throw myself into a career to distract me but my degree proved useless when it came to getting a job. With no job or romantic prospects life appeared very bleak to me. My parents were beside themselves with worry as I slipped into a long depression. Finally, my mother approached me with the idea of an arranged marriage in Randistica.The country had been in a state of peace for several years by then and a friend in Randistica had eagerly inquired about me for a marriage to her son, Nanjan. Though I had reservations, I convinced myself that the change of scenery and the promise of a committed romantic partner would be good for me. It was with this mindset that at the age of 21 I got on a plane to Mersi, the capital city of Randistica, to marry a man I had never yet met.

Upon arriving in Mersi I was greeted by my future parents, Jarit and Lanita. They were incredibly friendly and happy to see me. They each embraced me then we drove one hour away to their home and the town of my birth, Crusa. At their home, they showed me around. The house was empty and they told me everyone was out preparing for the wedding. It was a small house, with a main room which functioned as a kitchen and sitting room and to the right and left there were small bedrooms. In one bedroom there was a large bed and dresser. In the second bedroom there were two large mattresses side by side, taking up the whole room. Behind the house was a stone path which led to a bathhouse and outhouse. I was assured that there was running water. 

Gradually, the rest of the family arrived home and I was surprised at how many people lived in the small two-bedroom house. I silently wondered where everyone slept. There was Jarit's brother, Porto, and Jarit's parents, Clarent and Wula. And then there were Jarit and Lanita's 8 sons: Ranic, Pietro, Jar, Faneer, Liam, Stollar, Goyer and of course, my betrothed Nanjan. 

Nanjan was the eldest of the sons and I knew from letters arranging our marriage that he was a full ten years older, aged 31, and long had been ready for a wife. He was tall and looked strong and sturdy, with a quiet and serious demeanor. He smiled slightly and nodded at me when we were introduced. His dark eyes seemed to look inside my soul.Seeing him there in front of me I wondered what it would be like on our wedding night. I imagined what his manpart was like. I imagined what it would feel like to have our naked bodies together. I felt my face go red as I blushed, nervous that he could see my thoughts.

Nanjan's brothers were a varied assortment. 29-year-old Ranic grinned at me as we were introduced. He appeared to be Nanjan's opposite. "Hi Trina," he said and I could tell he was much more outgoing and much less serious than Nanjan. He was rather good-looking as well and I found my palms become sweaty and my womenpart becoming moist at the sight of his eyes taking me in. 26-year-old Pietro almost leered at me and I felt that he was undressing me with his eyes. I was not sure I liked him at all. 25-year-old Jar, tall and skinny, with glasses and an awkwardness about him, wouldn't even look me in the eyes. 22-year-old Faneer smiled politely at me and 21-year-old Liam looked kind of like a wolf ready to devour me although, unlike with Pietro, I rather wished he would because he was by far the best-looking man I had ever seen. 18-year-old twins Stollar and Goyer shared a look between each other and a grin when they were introduced to me and each winked at me. All I could do was smile politely and keep myself from fainting at this situation of having 8 men all looking me up and down.

After their introduction, all of the men left to begin further preparations for the wedding. I was left with Lanita and Wula. Lanita brought me a large goblet of a sweet nectary substance. The two women smiled at me eagerly to drink it. "What is this?" I asked curiously.

Wula beamed, "It is pre-wedding potion. Every bride must drink of it before her wedding. It is to give you fertility and long happiness in your marriage."

I blushed. The idea of My fertility was slightly alarming to me. I drank the goblet to the last drop, " What is in here anyway?"

Wula and Lanita shared a smile, "It is full of a variety of the ripest fruit juices and the seed of your betrothed."

My eyes grew wide as I struggled to keep a straight face, "You mean that--". I couldn't even finish the question. Wula and Lanita each nodded.

Lanita got up and went to a trunk at the back of the room. She retrieved from it a beautiful golden-threaded dress. She appeared slightly sad as she brought it back, hugging it to her chest. "This was my wedding dress and it was to be each of my daughters' dress. I want you to wear it today as you will now be my daughter."

'Oh its beautiful Lanita but I'm not sure I should," I said, "It seems so precious to you. I don't mean to be nosey, but you had daughters?'

Lanita nodded, a look of grief on her face, "Fifteen years ago I had 4 daughters.But they were taken during the Bride Robbery."

I was puzzled, " The Bride Robbery?"

Lanita walked to the front window, staring out through it, and sighed. "Your family left here when the worst of the fighting was going on. We had just been invaded by the country to the north. They held our province hostage for six years while they negotiated with our rulers in the capital province in the south. After six years, it was getting harder for them to maintain control here so finally they announced that they were pulling out. However, they told us our freedom would come with a price. They took over 9000 unmarried daughters from our province and took them back to their country to be second wives to their men. We were in no position to stop them and so we hugged our daughters goodbye. Our countries eventually signed peace treaties and we were granted our daughters back. However, most did not return as many had children there and could not bring their children back with them. As the years have passed we've exchanged letters with them."

"That is terrible Lanita. I am so sorry," I said.

"Shh dear. Don't be. It's not your fault. You are actually the bearer of such hope. I had worried my sons might never have the opportunity to marry. With so few women around, it did not look so good. Now you have ended our worries," Lanita smiled and embraced me.

"Ended them? But what about your other sons? I am marrying Nanjan but who will marry them?" I asked.

Lanita looked me right in the eyes, "I could never have told you this before you came. You would not have come."

I was confused, "What do you mean? Tell me what?"

After several moments, Lanita would answer me so finally Wula interjected, "You are not just marrying Nanjan. You are marrying them all."

"Them all?" I sat still for several seconds as it all dawned on me, "But how can I be wife to all?"

Lanita gave me a pleading look, "It has been done in this country for centuries though its not been well-talked about."

'What?!" I asked, incredulous.

"It's been done, but not quite to the same extent," Lanita said, "You see, its always been that when a man marries, his brother has second rights."

"Second rights?" I asked.

"Yes, when a man marries, he is the first to bed his wife and then his brothers get to bed her as well."

"But why would he allow that? I asked.

"It is just the way of it." Wula answered, 'Because brothers are of the same blood, it matters not who impregnated the woman. The husband is still the father."

"And traditionally, as the younger brothers would marry, they would become fathers as well," said Lanita, "But now with the way things are, instead of being married to the one brother, the woman marries all the brothers and her children are distributed amongst them as she has them."

"Oh." It was all I could say as I was shocked.

"So are you willing to be the wife to my 8 sons?" Lanita asked, her eyes pleading with me.

I sighed. The idea of it all terrified me but what could I say? This woman had so much hope for me. I nodded at her and smiled, "I will do that Lanita."

Both Lanita and Wula hugged me then they adorned me in the beautiful gold-threaded wedding dress, did my hair and make-up and then, each taking me by an arm, escorted me to my wedding.

At the wedding there seemed to be the whole town there. I noticed how few young women there were. When I was brought to the centre of the crowd I was sat on a beautiful silk cushion. A priest of some sort was there and he said many words about marriage and the joining of a family. He called the grooms to come forward and one by one all 8 of my future husbands appeared wearing their best attire.

"Now Trina, you will go to each groom from oldest to youngest and kneel before them, say their name and say 'I pledge to serve you as your woman by giving of you my hands, my heart, my body and my womb.' and they, each in turn, will place a bracelet on your wrist and a ring on a finger of your hand. They will, each in turn, say 'Rise my woman and embrace me.' Then you will rise and you will kiss each one of them as passionately as possible."

I nodded. I went first to Nanjan. I knelt before him, "Nanjan, I pledge to serve you as your woman by giving of you my hand, my heart, my body and my womb."

Nanjan looked down at me intently and placed a bracelet around my wrist and ring on my index finger, "Rise my woman and embrace me."

I rose, giddy with excitement and nervousness as so many people watched on. I raised my head to his, put my lips on his and I felt his tongue slip into my mouth eagerly as we kissed, our eyes locked onto one another, our hearts beating fast. I could feel the strength in him and the yearning It was with great reservation that we pulled away from each other.

Next was Ranic. He grinned down at me as I said the vow to him and he in turn adorned me with jewellery. When he told me to rise he pulled me up to him and before I could initiate, his lips were upon me fiercely and passionately. When he pulled away finally, my knees practically buckled under me.

Next was Pietro. As he leered over me, I deeply dreaded kissing him. There was no love in the kiss, only pure lust on his part. He pushed his tongue so far back in my mouth that I almost choked. I knew then that he would not be a gentle lover to me when the time would come for us.

Jar came next. He was so nervous he accidentally dropped the bracelet and when I went to kiss him he gave me a quick peck, an embarassed look on his face. He was obviously not comfortable with public displays of affection. I felt bad for him in his awkwardness and wondered if I could one day be able to calm him with lovemaking. The idea intrigued me.

Faneer was quite cold to the touch. When I kissed him he did not kiss back. I wondered for a minute if he was attracted to me but then I saw a bulge in his pants and knew the answer to that question.

Liam was brother number six for me. I could tell he was quite enjoing me having to kiss him. His kiss made so much wetness creep into my panties, I almost thought I had wet myself. Right after we kissed, he whispered into my ear, "If you liked what my tongue can do, wait until you see what my rod can do." My face must have turned beet red."

Stollar and Goyer, the twins, were next. They were eager in their kisses. They were younger than me by 4 years and it felt strange to kiss them. I wondered if I'd ever be able to tell them apart. Even their kisses felt the same. 

After all the vows were done, my 8 new husbands and I were sat on silk cushions and a steady flow of food was brought before us. Live music on exotic-sounding instruments was played and after we were filled with food I had a dance with each of my husbands. After a while, my eyes began to droop and I found myself falling asleep. I was sitting beside Nanjan and as I leaned against him I felt his strong arm go around me, "Sleep well my love. In a few short hours we will be back at our home for our first wedding night together." 

To be continued...