0 comments/ 91029 views/ 17 favorites Big Foot By: Dr. Bull Yowl was lonely, he felt he was the last of his kind, the others had gone as their ancient customs had provided. As if by instinct they knew when it was the end of their time, and they went to be with their ancestors deep in the caves beyond the living levels. His father crippled in a fall, went below when he was small, the Old One, his mothers father, had taught him their ways. How not to be seen, where to find food, storing for cold times, along with his mother, they were all he knew. The Old One told of times when there were many, until the "Naked Ones" came. The stories tell not where they came from only that they came, the Old One told how they were to be avoided. The Naked ones fought with their own kind, killed the animals, and chased the "people". The People lived with the land, eating what it provided, not needing the hides to cover their bodies. They as the four footers were equipped with natural covering; their large feet hardened with generations of walking yet had kept a sensitivity that allowed silent walking. Their sight and hearing acute to their surroundings and was far better than the Naked Ones. Contact was avoided at all times; it was better to live in peace. But now Yowl was alone, the Old One went below five colds before, his mother during the last cold, since the Old One had left he had looked for more of the "People" his searches taking him many days from their cave home, to find a mate. At first he avoided anything with the smell of the "Naked Ones" on it, but found this limited his searches. Their trails were hard and black, hollow rocks with naked ones in them rolled down the trail and he was afraid. The rocks make loud noises and smelled bad, at night the rocks were silent and the naked ones in their funny colored skins would go into them and sleep. Yowl would sneak closer at night to watch them. Often some of the naked ones would wander into his world, deep into the forest walking as he did, wearing their funny hides and sleeping under other hides, he watched these closely to see if the stories were true. The males seemed hostile often wanting to control or change the forest, where the females were gentler like him; they seemed to enjoy just being there. Yowl learned their schedule, for four suns there were few of them around then on the darkening of the fifth sun they would come spend two suns here in the big spaces with no trees, then leave. It was one of the quiet times when they were gone when Yowl felt very lonely, and today he sat, just listening. Sara and Jessie had been best friends since the third grade, Girl Scouts, band, and everything else they had done together. Shared boy friends, broken hearts, and dreams. When they graduated high school they ended up across the country in different colleges, their summers filled with jobs, and internships, and new careers after graduation. Both had been luck securing jobs in the same community, Jessie a computer programmer, and Sara a CPA. They started planning their first vacation together since they were kids. Both wanted out of their offices and back to nature like they had as kids. It was a beautiful Tuesday in May; temp at about 85 and sunny it felt good to be alive! They drove up the old logging road in a Jeep they borrowed from Sara's father, following instructions to a "great little stream" the old fisherman at the Big Foot Bait & Tackle shop had told them about. It was out of the way, but they wanted to rekindle their friendship with out outside influences. They had shamelessly flirted with the old man getting him to tell them about his secrete fishing hole and the warm springs near by. Stories about the Sasquach were fairy tales told by drunken tourists and old coots. But the old fisherman wove his yarns and they loved it. Jesse in her old bibs and white tee shirt with no bra, and Sara in a tube top and shorts made the old guy remember his glory days and wish he could join them for a night. But daydreams are for old fools and he smiled as the girls left the store. He followed watching their cute asses as they carried their supplies to the back of the rag topped Jeep. He sat at the log bench just out side the door as the girls disappeared around the back of the Jeep, "what do you say Jessie, want to give the old guy a real tip" Sara asked? "What have you got in mind?" Jessie sheepishly smiled back. Her friend always made things interesting, and Jessie had a feeling things were about to get interesting. The old man had just lit his pipe and leaned back half closing his eyes daydreaming of being forty years younger and how they didn't make girls like that in his day. When both girls stepped around the Jeep topless. Sara's wearing just her shorts and hiking boots and Jessie had the straps unhooked on her bibs, they were barely hanging onto her hips, their shirts nowhere in sight. "Bye Pops!" the girls giggled, and drove off in the Jeep. As the old man picked his pipe up off the ground where it had fallen, he went back inside with the first real hard on he could remember in years. As the girls rolled out on the highway laughing Jessie reached for the shirts they had tossed to the front from the back door. Sara suggested "what do you say we leave em off? The breeze feels good, and it kinda turns me on." Jessie laughed an "OK" at her and after five miles, and two smiling truckers, they turned off the highway on the dirt road "Pops" had told them about. Sara had reddish brown hair that hung nearly to her waist, an avid mountain bike rider she was in excellent shape, and Jessie watched Sara as she drove them up the rocky road. With each bounce Sara's firm 36DD breasts would bounce, her dark nipples hardened by the breeze, and it excited her. In college Jessie's only experience with another woman was a botched attempted by her former boy friend to have two girls at once, she hardly knew the other girl and left before things had really started. It felt strange to even think this way about her friend. As for Sara the flash for the old man really got her started, she noticed her friend's watching her tits, she was proud of their ample size and the fact that Jessie was looking at them made her pussy wet with anticipation. Jessie had told her of the bad experience but Sara had had many good times with other women and hoped she could seduce Jessie. Fifteen miles up a road seldom traveled they found the old logging camp that "Pops" told them about, "the only standing out house for miles" it was a comfort the girls had not expected but appreciated. The girls set up camp near the privy and decided to go exploring the old clear cut was had grown back creating a wonderful bounty of wild flowers and grass. The animals seemed to hardly notice the two topless beauties that had joined them. They ate a simple lunch and wandered towards the stream with their fishing poles. Up the mountain Yowl heard the Jeep as it entered his domain, companionship even from a distance was better than the emptiness he felt. It took only minutes for him to reach the edge of camp his nose telling him two females were here, he skirted the camp towards the creek. From a bushy rise he watched the females play in the stream, they seemed to be catching the wiggling ones that live there. They had the top half of their "hides" removed their breasts bouncing as they splashed in the stream, as they splashed each other more of their hides were taken off soon they were splashing each others hairless bodies. Although they were different from his people they were very much the same. To see these two strange females playing stirred Yowl his large penis grew, built like a horse Yowl's penis retracted into a protective sheath the extended when needed. And something told Yowl's body he was going to need it. The girls had good luck fishing, catching enough for dinner rather rapidly. Sara made an off-handed remark about the coveralls Jessie was wearing, and Jessie's answer was to kick cold water towards Sara splashing her shorts and onto her breast's, the water fight was on. In ten minutes both girls were soaked and laughing hard, the only winner was their unknown watcher. They pealed what remained of their clothing off and hung them in the bushes to dry together the fell on the small sand beach giggling. Jessie's black pussy hair glistened and her nipples were hard from the cold water. Sara was hot the days adventures made her ready she leaned over and gently kissed Jessie full on the lips, at first Jessie hesitated then kissed her back full and hard Their hot bodies messed together caressing each others breasts, Sara's tongue darted in and out of Jesse's mouth her hand lowered it's self to her love box where she went to work on Jessies's clit. Her juices flowed across Sara's fingers her back arched for more as Sara slipped first one then two fingers deep inside Jessie. Yowl watched from his ledge for a few minutes the smell of the women was becoming stronger, stirring senses that he didn't know he had. Slowly he worked his way towards the small beach and was with in a couple yards as the two girls started into a sixty-nine position the scent from their pussy's were driving him wild. His eighteen inch cock was rock hard and had taken control of his mind, no longer was he a cautious creature of nature. Unbridled lust had over whelmed his nature he was a creature of the wild, and the prey he needed was before him. His hunting instincts knew he must make no sudden moves that would frighten his prey, he quietly slid out from behind the bush he had hidden behind and stood ten feet from the girls, they were still so absorbed in each other they did not notice him. Jessie had her face buried deep in Sara's pussy, her body was tingling as she felt Sara going deeper with her tongue, obviously her friend had done this before, and Jessie was in pure ecstasy. She had already cum three times and felt her friend swelling and the two of them were cumming together this time. The pair collapsed together, as she rolled off her friend Jessie heard a moan, she glanced over her head and into the deepest bluest kindest eyes she had ever seen. Sara screamed and ran toward the stream, but Jessie kept looking at those eyes, such gentile kind eyes with pain in the background. She looked at Yowl, his large shoulders drooped, his hands at his side he seemed to not be a threat, but the biggest penis she had ever seen was swollen and pointed in her direction. Slowly ever so slowly Jessie reached for the massive unit never taking her eyes from his. As she touched the head Yowl moaned, "It's OK" Jessie quietly said to him. "Jessie" Sara whispered under her breath, "what are you doing?" "It's OK, he won't hurt us" Jessie said still looking into those beautiful eyes, she had both hands on his massive shaft, stroking up and down, tracing her fingers slowly around the head then down the length to the base. She slid closer to him wrapping her breasts around it, and started moving them up and down the shaft as her lips reached the head she took what she could deep into her mouth. Sara watched her friend as she went down on the huge animal, at first she was scared... repulsed by it, but as she watched her friend she realized it wasn't a threat, at least for now. Sara moved beside her friend reaching down and grasping the monsters testicles, they were huge each the size of a coffee cup her actions seemed to further the beasts pleasure. His hair was incredibly soft and the feel of it against the girl's nude bodies felt wonderful, much like sex on a bearskin rug. Yowl reached slowly with his massive paws, caressing both girls softly as they used their mouths and hands on his swollen member. He felt his muscles tighten, the spasms started low and he felt himself cumming, it came in waves and what seemed like bucketful's. The girls tried to catch what they could but the massive amounts over filled them and spilled out covering their bodies, like a warm bath it kept coming and the girls smeared it over each others bodies. As he finished Yowl sat down, the girls rolled onto the sand beside him unable to believe what had happen. The girls moved towards the stream to clean themselves off, as they washed each other they watched as Yowl watched them. "He seems intelligent" Sara said, "but where did he come from?" "Big foot stories always sounded like some rag mag put on or horror story" agreed Jessie, "but this is beyond any story I ever read." "Do you suppose it would fuck us? And will that huge thing fit?" asked Sara. "I don't know" Jessie replied "but I'm going to find out." She smiled at her friend and headed back towards Yowl as she approached she heard deep breathing as if he were asleep. She started rubbing the soft fur on his belly working her hand toward his monstrous cock lying half-hard from deep inside him she heard a rumble a purr as if from a really big kitten. Her hand reached the shaft as she saw Sara on the other side of him, his cock responded to her touch and she knew if it was going to fit she would have to get it in her before it reached full size. She slid her legs over his stomach and put her pussy ate the tip of his huge cock. Sara guided the cock into her friend. Yowl eyes came open just as the dark haired naked one was getting on top of him; he felt her warm pussy slid slowly, tightly down his manhood. The warm moist feeling engulfed his senses, never had he felt this he felt himself swelling within the dark haired one. The red one was rubbing his fur and across his chest the smell from her lower region was enticing he gently raised her from beside him and sat her on his face. His broad tongue lapped upward into the patch of red fur at her center. Jessie was amazed at first that the huge member fit in her tight clit, and as it grew her pleasure grew with it she started cumming after the fourth or fifth slow stroke down his long member. Never had anyone made her react this way before, she watched as the beast picked up Sara and placed her on his face. The girls took hold of each other and kissed deeply, both in their own state of ecstasy. Sara had been a bit frightened when he first took hold of her but was thrilled by the large flat tongue that was entering her womanhood, bigger and deeper than any tongue that had gone before. She kissed her friend and fondled her breasts, the gentle touch of the beasts huge rough fingers worked over her breasts, her nipples hardened with pleasure. In waves she came over and again her juices flowing over the face of her strange lover. Yowl could feel the pressure building, as he started cumming the pressure, within Jesse's pussy pushed her off his huge cock, and she slid down holding it between herself and Sara. His cum splashed over them coating their tits with sticky goo, Jessie handled it like a hose shooting it on to her self then onto Sara's breasts and face. The three collapsed together in a heap on the beach, the warm sand stuck to their bodies and they napped. Yowl slept for a time then his sensitive hearing heard the motor of another of the naked ones moving rocks, he moved from where the two girls lay and slipped back into the woods. A mile up stream he paused and cleaned himself in a pool, the taste and smell on his fur was enjoyable, but blocked his natural senses. The girls woke a while later exhausted but well satisfied; they talked as the cleaned themselves in the stream about their strange lover, what was he? Where did he come from? Would they see him again? Jessie moved slowly after her experience but nothing was damaged from his thrusts but she was a bit sore. They gathered their clothing and the fish, they returned to camp for dinner and bed it had been a long yet wondrous day. What would tomorrow bring? Big Foot Ch. 2 Sara woke early; her friend Jessie was still exhausted from their encounter with the big foot the day before, and was still sleeping. She slipped down to the creek crossed it and walked up the rise to the warm spring at the base of the hill. The sun shone on her nude body and felt wonderful, she love being naked in the wild, the light breeze, the plants that bushed against her and the thought of getting caught so far from her clothes excited her. For the next week she vowed to herself, she was going to be naked unless forced by weather or circumstances to do otherwise. It seemed "Pops" had sent them to the ideal place no one around for miles, but the big foot and they enjoyed pleasuring his needs. She and Jessie had slept with their bags zipped together, nude bodies curled up together enjoying the warming softness of each other. Her reddish brown hair floated around her as she soaked her body, the tensions and stress of the outside world washed from her mind as her body relaxed melting into the mud at the bottom of the spring. Yowl had spent the night on the mountain wondering at his time with the "naked ones", the females had given him great pleasure. The morning found him watching the camp, not ready to enter their domain. He watched as the brown haired one as she left the camp and followed her to the spring. Sara climbed out of the water and sat on a large rock that formed a natural chair near the spring, the sun warmed the rock and dried her body, she closed her eyes and lay back, her skin tanning to a golden brown with no tan lines. She heard the strange deep purr and opened her eyes just enough to see. The big foot was standing at her feet staring at her pussy, she open her legs and he responded by running his long, broad tongue across her hair patch from her ass up across her clit to her belly button. Her juices flowed as his tongue entered her and swirled inside her, the walls of her pussy clamping around his tongue. Her hips rose to meet him as he curled the powerful tip up and then down deep inside her, she came, her muscles contracting, pulling him in deeper. He withdrew his tongue and gently raised her up and slid her on to his hardening rod, she felt him go deeper than any man had before. His touch was erotic, the roughness of his fingers on her skin, his fur rubbing her breasts, her feet were off the ground by two or three feet, his strength was amazing and yet he was gentle as he slid her up and down on his shaft as he stood. Sara squealed with delight, she leaned back, her pussy clamping harder onto his huge cock, he would raise her to the head of his dick then lower her to the bottom. She felt as if it would split her in half, but wow was it worth it. His cock swelled and started to buck as he shot his load deep within her, she pulled her self up as her love hole filled with the hot animal's cum. He set her back on the rock, Sara leaned forward licking the cum from the beasts member, it reacted to each lick with a jerk. He gathered her in his arms and carried her to the spring both washed the other, exploring the other's body. Yowl's large hands moved gently across Sara's body, up her smooth belly to the mounds of flesh on her chest. His mothers body had been similar but this was different they did not hang limp with the nipples towards the ground, the "naked one" was firm and full, his touch across her nipples gained him a purring reaction. The words she spoke he did not understand but the tones told him he was doing what she liked, he moved his thick lips to her breasts, nibbling on them and licking them with his tongue. Her hands were caressing his body the feeling his soft fur. The sensations were like nothing he had ever felt before, and it was good. He no longer felt alone, this female was his, as the water flowed over him warming his muscles and relaxing himself more than he could ever remember. The female moved on top of him again, massaging his body with hers. Now the appearance of the naked female was no longer strange, now it excited him as she sat on his chest and he drank in her beauty with his eyes. The raven haired beauty rolled over in the tent and found her friend was gone, she walked out to the fire and stirred the coals putting a log on to bring the flames back to start breakfast. Jessie's mind wandered to the previous day, sex with the biggest "man" she ever had was unbelievable. It was a good thing Sara was there because no one would ever believe it happened. They had come up here to get to know each other again and she now felt closer to Sara than anyone could imagine. The big foot was unbelievably large, how she had fit his swelling member inside her was amazing to her. As the bacon started to sizzle in the pan she added eggs and wondered if he would return. His sudden departure the day before made the girls speculate all night as to where he had gone and if he would return. Jessie rose this morning and pulled on her running shoes and shorts, as she reached for her tee shirt she decided to go topless it had been such a thrill the day before. She really liked giving the old man a cheap thrill at the store; in fact she thought the old guy was kinda cute. Her morning run was usually five miles but she thought at this elevation she might end up cutting it back some. Her C cup breasts bounced with every step about three miles down the road she saw a pickup coming down the road. She slipped into the woods almost out of sight; not sure she wanted to see anyone with out Sara being close enough to help. Jessie's smile grew as she recognized "Pops" from the day before, "dirty old man" she giggled to her self, and started back up the road following the pickup. Pop Stevens had woke up early the next day; still dreaming of the two young gals up to his favorite fishing hole. Since his wife died five years before his fishing time and sex life had been next to nil, trying to run the store by himself kept him going seven days a week. But after the flash those two gave him he decided it was time to get up and have some fun himself and today he was closing the store and going fishing. He had taken his old Ford pickup and stopped a mile or so before where he had told the girls to camp, no need to disturb them. He headed up the trail, old bamboo fly rod in hand and whistling. The dim old trail wound it's way up the ridge and over to the small canyon on the other side, a six pack and a sandwich, it was going to be a relaxing day, of that he was sure. Pops had just crested a hill when he thought saw someone jogging on the road, from his angle he could only see her head. It was the dark haired one from the other day; she seemed to disappear as he came down the road. He found the dim trail head leading to one of his favorite spots, he looked for the jogger as he crested the ridge above the stream, still no one in sight, so he slipped on up stream, and got his fly wet. After an hour or so and a batch of fish, he sat down on a small beach and popped open a beer. "Can I have one of those?" a feminine voice came from behind him. "Sure" he said as he turned to find the topless dark haired girl a few yards away headed his way... for the second time in as many days his manhood came to life. Jessie came in closer, she had forgotten that she wasn't wearing a shirt when she had first spotted the old man, now as she realized what his reaction was about she decided it was too late to turn back. She took the cold beer from him and asked how his luck had been, he tried to sound intelligent as he spoke to the beauty's chest. She teased the old man by wiping the cold sweat from the outside of the can across her nipples, bringing them to full attention. Pops had a hard on that wouldn't go away and he moved uncomfortably trying to maneuver it with out being obvious about it. Jessie could see it and it made her hot, she stood and arched her nipples moved to within inches of the grizzled old face daring him to kiss them. But Pops was of a generation who raised gentleman, he wanted her bad but couldn't just take her, she sat down beside him, reaching between his legs feeling his swollen member under his pants. "Is that for me?" she cooed in his ear. He could longer handle it he turned kissing her and cupping her breast in his gnarled old hand. His up bringing and the nature of his generation was slowing him down confusing him as to how far he could go, she seemed to sense his apprehension and took the lead, guiding his hand into her shorts where he found her wet spot. The feel, the touch, the memories were overwhelming, he pulled the girl to him as her shorts fell from her body. As Jessie helped Pops remove his clothing she was amazed to find the shape he was in, from a lifetime of work and living outdoors had chiseled his frame from solid rock. His hair was gray but made his chest distinguishable, she traced his hairline down to his pants unbuckling his belt and sliding his pants down to his ankles. His graying member stood straight out ten inches long. For five years he had not made love to a woman, now a girl who could pass as his granddaughter was sucking on his cock. She deep throated him and fondled his balls, her mouth slid off his cock and she sucked his balls into her warm mouth rolling the two spheres on her tongue while she stroked him with her hand. The old man lay back in the sand as the girl climbed on top of him; she fucked him with her tits, sliding the head into her mouth at the top of each stroke. She moved on up massaging his smooth belly and chest with her breasts. Pops felt the head of his shaft sliding down the girls belly and the hair from her pussy as it ground across it, she arched and slid his throbbing member deep into her warm hole of pleasure. Her breasts smashed down upon his chest as she slid up and down him, it was wilder sex than he had ever had before. He could feel his orgasm raising from his testicles, and some how she must have sensed it because she slowed her pace, sat upright on him and ground her self down hard and deep. Her own motions matching his, the walls of her pussy grabbing and holding tight to him as he came deep inside her, her own orgasm peaking as his sperm exploded into her. They held each other tightly as their passions cooled the old man and his beautiful dream lover. They moved to the stream washing them selves off, he watched her not believing his luck. "Best catch of my life," he thought as he watched her play in the stream. Her body was beautiful, full breasts not large but well proportioned for her body, her dark nipples hard from the cold mountain stream water, her tanned flesh goose pimpling just a bit. His wife had been built much the same in her day, his mind wandered for a minute to a spring day many years ago when as a newlyweds they had gone skinny-dipping. Jessie picked up the stringer full of fish the old man had caught, turning towards him she saw although he was staring at her his eyes were somewhere else. "Can you teach me to catch fish like this?" she asked, his head snapped back to reality and he grinned from ear to ear at the nude girl holding his fish. "Tell you what, if you fix us those for lunch, I'll give you and your friend both some pointers." He was pulling his pants back on when the girl with just her shoes on grabbed her shorts in one hand and the fish in the other and started towards camp. "You coming?" she looked back over her shoulder 'winked' and headed for camp "I'll have lunch started when you get there." He watched her as she swung the pretty ass of hers down along the rocks of the creek until she was out of sight. He gathered his gear and took it back to the truck. Whistling to himself he rolled the old pickup down the road to the girl's camp. Sara heard her name being called she and Yowl had been lying in the sun drying off, they both rose, Sara went to the edge of the bank yelling back at her friend. She turned yelling down the hill again telling Jessie she would be right down, she chuckled to herself "wait till you see who I'm bringing to dinner" she thought. When she looked back Yowl was gone. Yowl had heard another sound, a traveling rock was coming, he looked to the one he had mated, the noises she was making were excited and she seemed to want him to go to the sound she yelled down to the other female and he left. Not ready to be near to other naked ones, and yet as he disappeared from her site he would not be far from her, his mate. When Sara entered camp Jessie had the fire going and was starting to cook the fish. Both girls were excited talking at once and trying to explain where they had been. "He's here" "where did you see him" " he was catching fish" "we made love in the hot spring" "whoa whoa whoa" Jessie stopped Sara, "what are you saying?" "Big Foot and I have been fucking at the hot spring," Sara explained "now what the hell are you saying?" About that time the pickup rolled to a stop near the camp, Sara started to panic a bit since both of them were nude. Jessie said "Don't worry, its Pops, from the store yesterday, besides he caught the fish." Pop got out of the truck looking towards the camp seeing both girls completely nude he wondered if he was going a bit to far. Then it hit him.... what a way to go heh heh heh. He slowly walked into camp the fish smelled good he checked them at the fire, the girls were talking to each other in whispers and looking his way. He flipped the fish and stood hat in hand speaking to Jessie he sheepishly said "Missy, you can have the fish, I probably ought to go." "Wait! You promised to show me how to catch fish" Jessie called to him and started his direction. "Besides" mumbled Sara, "do we have a big foot story for you." The girls slipped on their shorts then grabbed some plates and utensils they both were suddenly hungrier than they had realized. Big Foot's Decision Authors Foreword. This story could be another story about 'the people next door.' I have throttled back on the big words, and the sex going on does not increase the reader's heart rate. I am getting some good feedback via private. Thank you. ***** Barbara Gaston, a financial analyst for one of the nation's medium sized investment and retirement planning firms, sat in her cubicle with her very upset mind split between a spread sheet macro she was halfheartedly trying to work on and watching the clock. She had felt especially tense and nervous all day. Time was not important because she only was anxious for the last employee of the company except her to go home - except the two guys in the computer room one floor down. The clock read 5:50 and flex-time made her work day from 10 to 7 - allowing her to avoid rush hour traffic for both commutes. The one big advantage of flex time, however, was that she enjoyed hanging out in the computer room for an hour or so visiting two evening shift Technical Employees after the workforce went home. This visit always took place after her tasks were finished - and infrequently she and the two Techies got it on with some hot sex for an hour or so. Flex time also allowed her to use the mornings to carpool and care for her 8 and 10 year old children while her husband did the same in the afternoon. His commercial bakery job was from 6 A.M. to 3 P.M - so that 'child duty' was his responsibility in the afternoon, and that made even thinking about them unnecessary for her. This perfect 'arrangement' was on going. Barbara was not a pretty woman but 'She dresses out well...' as she grimaced when once she heard her husband describe her this way at a neighborhood party. Moreover, she was homely, but had nice boobs Secretly one part of her even wanted to be miraculously promoted in the department. She was naturally slim although she had a large appetite for gourmet food. Recalling her past, as an 18 year old in college she became a slut party girl the first two years. She also bartered her body to pay for tutoring and drills on answers to questions on former exams when preparing for a major exam. Soon after the start of her 3rd year she fell madly and hopelessly in love with a particular tutor whose name was 'Hap,' whom she had used in her Sophomore year. He then started coming by for an unannounced fuck at his leisure - which was never enough for Barbara - for over a year and made himself available to her prior to each of the major exams in exchange. He laughingly described these sessions to his chums as 'dual cram sessions.' For Hap, who considered himself to be the epitome of the proper stud, it was the perfect arrangement. One night after the two finished the initial cramming for a major exam, Barbara, who was aching 'to get it on' as usual, attempted to pull Hap to her bed. The tutor said, "Not tonight, Barbara, I have other plans and must leave now. And, by the way, you need to find yourself another tutor. I have met someone I can not get enough of for the moment. Please don't call me at any rate." She was very hurt and down on herself for a full two months. In one instant she was experiencing the worst day of her life to that point as she struggled to keep the emotional lid on her reaction to being dumped, again. There were no other bartering sessions for tutoring later so she soon gave up and and started spending long hours studying to grasp the subject matter on her own. A week or so later Barbara was horny and her chin was on the floor with a bad mood and she doubted whether or not she could pass a major exam the next day. So there was a tearful phone chat with her mother and some soul searching after that - "Should I drop the course? Drop out of College? or what?" Then Barbara told herself while looking at the mirror, "So you are an ugly duckling and none of the guys are into you except for a fuck and college is just not for you! Then again she pounded the counter and silently screamed, "No! I can succeed in college and I will have a career and a man who loves me, and damn it, and I will settle for nothing less." She spent the remainder of the night cramming and made a C+ type grade on the exam and ultimately a B - in the course. That success energized her to barely earn her E-Con degree during her final two years. She accomplished that by stopping her boozing and screwing multiple guys in a single day. All of her energy went to pull up her GPA at Boston University. In fact, she met her husband-to-be, Henry Gaston, in the university library - he would graduate in Hospitality Services the same year as would Barbara. Henry Gaston's degree plan was parallel to one in something like, 'sports medicine' in that it appealed to certain types that I want specify here. He, too, was thought to be "dumb and dull." But he was handsome and looked sexy and was a good Christian man except for when he was often seduced. He was well over six feet and wore a size 16 shoe and it was instantly noticed when he was walking by on his 'boats.' The moment one of the party girls met him their eyes went to his shoes and and then to check the length of his fingers and all of a sudden he was 'popular.' The meeting of Henry and Barbara in the Library was different, however, in that he was sitting at a table typing an essay for a class assignment when she sat down opposite him and began her own studies. The library emptied over time and that invited conversation between the two of them. So after a while the working stopped and the 'connecting up' began. Henry much later said, "Barbara, will you please watch my computer while I visit the 'john?'" She had shaken her head, 'Yes,' and didn't look up. Henry was approaching the table upon his return. Barbara glanced at his feet, when she noticed he was walking on 'snowshoes,' or 'boats,' because his feet were so big. The very horny coed's heart fluttered and perspiration broke out on her forehead. When Henry sat down she would not allow either of them to get back to work, so the chatting in earnest began. After mundane talk she lied, "I am very good with macros on spreadsheets mainly because I have hired some good tutors. I hope to get a job locally as a financial analyst next year. Since the residential market is hot I am sure that some good employment opportunities await me." Henry replied, "Great! I don't know what I want to do after I graduate but probably go into management training as I did reasonably well running a camera shop while in high school." So the courtship had begun as the two students walked out of the library that fateful day hand in hand. While they chatted, Barbara thought to herself, "Damn it! He's probably hung to his knees and I am dripping just thinking about fucking him. But wait, why don't I play hard to get and maybe go for having him as a steady lover. Hmmm?" Henry, on the other hand, thought, "She is ugly and homely but has that look that she wants to fuck. One part of me says, 'put a sack over her head and get it on.' Another part says, 'forget it, this is not charity week.' But at any rate I have got to finish this major research for class so I will pass this course. But maybe later should the mood strike me?" They arrived at her dorm building lobby and Barbara said, "Please type your number into my cell so I will have it on record. Maybe we can do this again sometime?" Henry said, "My pleasure, and call me anytime," with a big smile on his face. He warmly held her hand and continued, "Goodbye, and thanks for my only fantastic day at the library - ever!" The courtship began in earnest but it was one month before their first fuck session in Henry's apartment off campus. At the end of their first coupling Barbara was breathing like she had just run the Boston Marathon and thought to herself, "God! Of the dozen or so men who have been in my body he is the first where the whole event was one long orgasm - Wow! Sorry, Henry, I know where you are going to live in the future and it's going to be with me!" She then smiled and said to her lover, "From now own my private name for you is, 'Big Foot.' Her lover said to himself, "Jesh! She is painfully ugly but she is the first I have experienced who could consciously squeeze my cock on her up stroke. Oh! I like that!" He replied to his new girlfriend, "Hey! I like that name. Thanks. By-the-way, I sure like the way you control your pussy muscles and squeeze me on your upstroke. Wow! I can not get enough of that." The two lovers soon discontinued condoms and then went steady until she became pregnant by accident, and then got married. Nine years and two children later the 'thrill was gone' and bills kept piling up as they lived at the limit of their joint income in suburbia in their big home, while they made onerous payments on their underwater mortgage. Henry had become the floor manager for the early morning loading and roll out of the trucks delivering baked goods. Starting as a delivery driver on a training program himself he quickly got two major promotions. So his future looked bright because he was very well liked and was especially good at being a supervisor in a shop where labor relations were often tense. Barbara started 'playing' with her company's two evening shift Techies in the computer room at her office in Boston's financial district about about three months after she had started with that company. Life was good! The Techie lovers were marginal but it allowed her to get a little on the side without muddying the waters at home or in the office since it would be completely unknown to everyone - in that it only happened after all employees had clocked out. Moreover, those Techies loved to fuck her in the ass because her pussy was simply too big. Her husband wouldn't think of anal for fear of hurting her. The computer room sessions always were initiated by her and were done so when her tensions during the work day were very high. Usually, Barbara arrived home about 8:30. She went to the children's room to visit and read a story while Henry warmed up her dinner and set the table. She sat down and they visited about their respective days and the children. They usually had perfunctory sex on Saturday mornings and then it dawned on Henry that she always at first resisted and then was a passive partner while they were fucking. Lately she had no desire to cuddle after that. The husband was not the brightest light available but he concluded, "Something is not right. Damn, she use to wake me up from a sound sleep playing with my cock, and now she just spreads her legs and closes her eyes about once a week, when we get it on. But she does orgasm - or I think she does anyway. And she use to restrain me so I couldn't get up until she was ready after fucking. Damn! She doesn't do happy hour or have close girlfriends at work or girls night out and our friends are family people so fucking around can not possibly be happening. So what could be causing this?" Henry was very troubled and went to visit his pastor. After about 10 minutes of explanation, the Pastor said, "One possible reason you have grown apart is that you have no money left over after the bills are paid each month and maybe she is just stressed out. Could that be, Henry?" "Yes, Brother Jones. That is probably it. You are aware that she has stopped going to church while I always come to deliver the children for Sunday School. I sure wish she would find it in her heart to make an appointment with you. Do you think it might help if I invite her to accompany me on a future visit?" "No, she was pretty down on religion the last time I spoke with her. But right now it might not hurt to ask her, Henry." After about 15 more minutes of chatter Henry took his leave. When he got home, Barbara was in the kitchen, as she usually was on a Saturday afternoon, and Henry hugged her from the back as a greeting. She said, "Damn it Henry, you are interfering with the special dish I am cooking for our dinner. We already played this morning, remember?"
 At this point the husband was livid with anger but kept it in and said calmly, "We have a problem, Barbara, and could we visit Reverend Jones together to try to solve this?" She turned toward him in a rage, "What problem? You are just too sensitive. We need to provide a place for these children to live and we barely are doing that. So what is bothering you today, 'Big Foot?'" She stressed his nickname. "Barbara, why do you say things like that in a hurtful way? You know I don't like that tone in that expression and I love you. You haven't said that to me in over a year. What is wrong?" Seeming to relax now she said, "Oh, I am sorry, Dear Husband. Its just that you know we are strapped for money and everything is so tense and I am under pressure at work. I promise I will do better, however." Henry sucked it up and said faking meekness while noting that she still was silent on the important question, "I guess so. Sorry for bothering you, and talking to the preacher won't help our finances anyway." Back in the garage working on a project, the husband had noticed that on certain days Barbara took great pains with her makeup and she looked her very best when she came home in the evenings - he obviously never saw her in the mornings. But her pay was never docked and no sick leave that he didn't know about was ever printed on her pay advice. He had also noticed that dressing up was random but never happened when she was in her period. So he decided to look for a way to do some checking. The following Tuesday, a shop steward invited Henry to have a beer with him in the South Station, where he changed trains to go home. Henry's mother agreed to pick up and feed the children and put them to bed. His Mom got to their house about 2:30 and after visiting with her son for a few minutes she dropped him off at the commuter rail station on her way to pick up her grand children. Henry arrived at the South Station about 4:00 and met the steward. After their prolonged and friendly chat, he saw a vendor selling a dozen roses cheap and bought a dozen from the vendor in the South Station. Just after six now, he walked North on Atlantic Avenue to the street off of it where Barbara's office building stood. It was 6:27 when he went through the revolving door into her building. He saw the giant clock over a bank of 6 video monitors on the wall. The monitors randomly showed scenes inside the 30 floor building. The surprising part was that the three building security guards were gathered around just one of the six monitors and screaming and patting each other on the back. On the other five monitors the 24/7 security personnel glanced at the random scenes displayed on each for a few seconds. The guards did not hear Henry come in but continued to watch the monitor cheering like being at a ball game. To get their attention he said out loud, "Hey you guys! Are the Red Sox playing?"
 The one nearest him turned and displayed an ugly grin. He then walked to the counter and stopped in front of Henry and said, "It's red but its not the Sox heh heh heh. What can I do for you, Mister?" "I have been awaiting my wife and I wonder if your computer can tell me if she has exited the building. She doesn't answer her phones." The other two guards kept looking at the silent screen and suddenly Henry could see bits and pieces of the action on it since the tall one had moved away from the monitor - obviously two naked men and one woman were fucking on a couch above which was a large print of the first UNIVAC computer, but he could see no details. He then told the guard her name and her company. In the silent lobby as obviously all three had heard the name, they turned towards Henry and asked loudly in unison, "WHAT?" The tall guard stepped closer towards him grinning and said, " Well I will tell you Mister Gaston that your wife is still in the building for sure. But she usually leaves about 7:10 on some nights, like this one for example. Why don't you sit in the chair near the rest room door and wait for her because I can not let you go up without a badge." The guard looked at the big clock and noted that it was just before 7:00 and continued, "Yep. They should be finishing up about now she will be down in about ten minutes." At that point the two men returned to the counter. The scenes displayed on the one monitor they had been watching was now identical to the others. Henry sat waiting and his mind was churning questions: "Of the two thousand or so people in this building the guard knows Barbara's name. Is that a coincidence? How is it possible that they were secretly watching a 3 person fuck session going on in this building? No, that doesn't make sense. Hell there must be some of the 2,000 workers around all the time, so that would make no sense. But what is going on? Probably they were feeding a porno video clip into the monitor?" He relaxed after this thought. He saw his wife coming from the elevator bank toward the security turn stiles and all three guards said in unison and very loudly, "GOOD EVENING, MISSES GASTON!" as the smirk on their face was unmistakable. She panicked for a moment, but then smiled and return their greeting as she walked on through the turn stiles. Just as she reached the front revolving door her husband, Henry, stepped up behind her and said, "Surprise Darling!" Barbara turned white and almost fainted. She would have fallen to the floor except that Henry caught her as she turned and just looked at him. He handed her the roses and just smiled. Speechless, she opened and moved her mouth but no words would come out. Finally, Henry said, "Hey, sorry for alarming you. A shop steward invited me to have a drink with him so I asked Mom to come over and watch the kids while I came to town with him. After the chat I walked over here to surprise you so we could ride back together. You were not at your desk and your cell went straight to voice mail." Once outside the building she finally found words and lied, "I have worked on a special project in a conference room all day and left my purse locked up at my cubicle. I am sorry I couldn't answer, but it was not that I intentionally ignored you." "Oh. That's all right. Its rare that I come down town anyway and this chat with the steward offered a chance to clear some bad air between us. And, you look so stunningly pretty - like you just stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine. It will be nice to see the men who envy me as we wait for our train." Feeling worse and worse about her self she said, "Oh thanks for the compliment but I am afraid that I am 100 percent pooped and will fall asleep when I get home. I do thank you for the thoughtful flowers. But please don't be mad as I will make it up to you, I promise." As they walked Henry had panicked for a moment and was suspicious that it was Barbara on that couch but opted to remain quiet for the time being. He said, "O.K. No problem, Dear Wife." As the two walked back to the South Station, Barbara had her arm firmly holding on to Henry. Her panicky thoughts in the prolonged silence by way of contrast were, "It makes no sense, Bitch! You are fucking two pencil dick Techies for what? They need a board strapped to their arse to keep from falling in when either are in me - that is probably the reason they like my backdoor so much. Am I driven by demons to bring pleasure to those less fortunate? What is wrong with me because here I am fucking around when Big Foot has ruined me for anyone else? Even though, I surely can not risk losing access to his cock, and I love him. I guess I still have this need to prove to myself that I am still desirable. Why do I care? I know those guards juice in their uniforms when I walk by for some reason. Hmm I will take the opportunity to shake hands when I leave the building again and take a good look at their fingers and shoes. Maybe at least one of them will not need to be careful about falling in ha ha. But that won't do any good because even if they look inviting, there is no opportunity to get it on. Damn Barbara, you are sick! What can you do to feel warm and cozy with Henry again? Hell, you are going to see a shrink!" Big Foot's Decision For the most part, Henry's thoughts focused on ways to defuse the tension between labor and management at the bakery, now that he was confident that his wife was not the lone woman in the fuck session he saw going on. This thinking by both went on until he felt Barbara squeezing his arm and his thoughts changed to, "What is with my wife? I wonder if this flex time is a good thing? Is she really busy or just wasting her time doing busy-work at the end of the regular work day? Lets see, Friday week is 'bring your child to work day' and I will bring the children to her office for a while. Maybe I can find some answers." -- On Friday of the Children's visitation, Henry parked in the public garage and took both excited children by the hand walking to his wife's building. Once inside a visitor's pass was given to each by her company and Barbara came down to escort them to her floor. Once there the rounds to the various cubicles in her group were made for introductions and other children were excitedly encountered. At one cubicle a father was explaining to his son how his desk top computer is connected to a very large computer in the computer room. Henry and Barbara's eight-year-old asked, "Mommy! I want to see the computer room. May we visit there?" She replied, "I don't see why not." So the four of them made their way one floor down and walked to the computer room door with the child becoming more excited with each step. They found the door unlocked and a gentleman stood beside it to welcome them. They entered into a large room with several chairs and a couch, along with an unoccupied receptionist desk. There were a half dozen employees and about that many children milling about and chatting in the foyer room. The IT chief nodded 'hello' in greeting to Barbara and welcomed them all and said, "The tour will start in about 5 minutes if you would just relax." Henry looked at the couch and then he looked at the Univac Computer art work over it and then at the ceiling where a small camera like the ones in the Bakery barely protruded from the ceiling. Then a sickening feeling came over him as he saw that he had seen this couch on the monitor in the security area. About that time, his two children were making their way to the couch to sit. Shaken and trembling, he recovered enough to say to them, "Hey, lets sit in this big chair over here and let someone else have the couch." The kids followed him over without protest. Barbara looked at him with a, 'what the hell for?' look on her face, but said nothing. When the tour was to start a dozen kids lined up and Henry said to his wife, "I am going to sit here if you don't mind while you take the children on the tour." When the room was empty except for the young fellow who was now the computer room greeter, Henry walked over to him and asked, "Hello. Are you one of the second shifters around here normally?" The guy responded good naturally, "Not me, Coach! I have only been out of college for a year and I don't know enough yet. The evening crew is Perry and Hornbaker, the senior. They come in about 3:00." Henry asked, "Friends of yours?" "Well Joe Perry and I went to Wentworth together but Steve Hornbaker is an MIT type knocking down the big coins because of his experience and background." Perfunctorily, Henry said, "Keep working, you'll get there," as he walked back to the big chair and made a note of their names and just waited. Shortly the tour group returned feeling kind of cheated because the computer room wasn't interesting to children after all. So Barbara compensated by saying, "Hey lets have lunch at the employee cafeteria and Dad will take you home. Anybody for lunch?" The youngest replied, "I am." So the four went up five floors to eat lunch. There were other kids at adjacent tables and after eating their two children left the table to visit with other children. Barbara asked her husband, "You don't look so well and didn't eat your lunch. You feel O.K.?" "Oh, I will be all right. I just need to get home. I am glad the children enjoyed the office visit," quickly changing the subject. While driving home, Henry said to himself, "So now you know. She fucks the two guys on certain nights on the computer room couch. And the players have no idea they are putting on a show for Building Security. What a hoot! Well, 'Big Foot,' as she calls you, you found out that she was a party slut in college and you were naive to think she would be true blue to you forever. But, she is a good mother and you want to keep your family together, and down deep you have grown to love the ugly duckling. What can you do?" By the time he pulled into his garage at home, he had formed a plan. —— At the same time back in her cubicle, alone finally, almost no work had been going on that Friday. Barbara was tense. She played a few computer games on the internet to kill time until she could clock out. Promptly at 7:00 she killed the power and went to the elevator bank. Arriving on the ground floor, the chief security guard, LeRoy, introduced himself and then blocked her path. Looking around to be sure no tenants were nearby he asked, "May I speak to you for just a moment, Misses Gaston?" Startled she said, "What on earth do you want to see me about?" LeRoy smiled an evil, sure-of-his-prey smile and whispered, "We guys watch your computer room show when you and the Technical people party. And we just want to say, 'Thanks for the entertainment.' But also, we have noted that those White Boys you play with have pencil dicks while we have giant ones. We are sure you would rather party with us if you will just give us a chance to demonstrate. Our break-room behind the monitor bank has a couch and it makes a nice party area. I promise you that you will forget those guys after being a guest at one of our parties." "I have no idea what you are talking about and I am going to report you..." LeRoy produced an eTablet and it showed a still with her and the two men on the couch naked. She was being sandwiched between them. He said, "Your loving husband was up here Wednesday night looking for you and if you are not ready to play with us next Wednesday at 6:00 he will get a 1 hour video clip of one of your threesome parties." Barbara fainted and collapsed on the floor. The three men started wetting paper towels and trying to get her to drink water. She came around in about five minutes and was helped to her feet. No one said a word and she just walked through the turn stiles to go home. Once on the street, she walked to the curb and and then vomited. She called her Mother. "Mom, will you pick me up at the Jamaica Plains T station? I am in trouble and need to talk to you and Dad." Her Mom replied, "Of course, Baby. I will be waiting." When she got to her Mom's house, she picked up the land line and called her husband as she wanted Henry to be confident of where she was calling from. After inquiring about their children she asked, "Is it O.K. if I visit with Mom for awhile and you read a story to the children and kiss them good night for me?" Her husband saw the LCD as his mother calling and replied simply, "Sure, Dear, take all the time you need. I will see you later." During the next hour Barbara tearfully recounted her evil cheating leaving out no details, and what the guards expect for her to do next Wednesday night. After her vivid story, her Mom asked, "Does Henry know or suspect already?" "There has been no change. He does missionary and then gets up to go about his day. This is a far cry from what it was in the old days - I couldn't get out of bed for a couple of hours afterwards. But he hasn't complained." Her Mom asked, "Do you suspect he is having an affair?" "No, Mom, and that is what makes it so painful because he is in a fish-bowl all day with both management and labor breathing fire at him and that really takes a lot out of him. He never 'happy hours' or hangs out with guys - for one reason we can not afford it but he is committed to raising our children. I think he loves me - he recently brought some flowers to me at work after I had done the terrible deed in the Computer Room. I almost lost it then." "Do you love your husband, Barbara?" "A part of me does, madly, but then another part of me just thinks of him as 'Mister Stupid. ' I have some real problems and I don't want my children to grow up with conflicts this severe. What can I do?" Her Dad asked, "Do you think he loves you enough to be patient and help you solve your problem?" "I don't think so, Dad, because he walks on shoes that look like boats and has very long fingers. Women pick up on that and hang around him so that its like he is constantly in a cloud of willing sex partners. He could replace me and not be bothered." She thought for a moment and continued, "But he would be reluctant to become a part time Dad." At the end of the hour, her father and mother drove her to Henry's and her home. She saw from the street that both children's rooms were dark. On arriving, the three of them walked into the Den where Henry sat playing solitary with a deck of cards. The husband said, "Greetings Mr. and Mrs. Fisher, the children are already asleep so you missed them. Could I get you some coffee or tea?" Barbara's Dad said, "A glass of water, perhaps. We just wanted to bring our daughter home and say 'hello' to you. We will be going as soon after we refresh ourselves." The two sat alone later, the husband sipped a beer and the wife a cup of tea. There was an embarrassing silence at the kitchen table. Barbara's face was still white and her eyes were blood red from all the previous crying. Looking carefully at her, Henry said, "You have been crying about something during your unplanned chat with your parents - care to share it with me?" The tears were again streaming down her face as she remembered the counsel of her Mom and asked, "Does our health insurance policy cover psychiatric counseling?" "Yes, I'm almost certain it does. But do you think a shrink will help or have you just heard that somewhere?" She replied, "I don't know but I just need help and going to our pastor is out of the question." Henry replied hatefully, "I am just the father of our children so sharing your problem with me is out of the question, huh?" She jumped up and ran to the bathroom but soon returned, obviously having washed her face. She said, "Big Foot, I don't want to lose you and I don't want you to hate me, but I have been having an affair for about three months. Please forgive me. I am so sorry. I want to go to the shrink to see why I do this kind of thing and get my fucked up mind straight." Looking straight into her eyes and pausing for a long time, he asked,"Why tell me now? Why not three months ago or a year ago if it was already in your mind to fuck around?" She continued, "At work the Building Security Guards have been watching the two computer techies and me have sex on one of their closed circuit monitors. The Guard Supervisor wants me to fuck them and has threatened blackmail by telling you if I don't submit to them." He asked, "When did this happen?" "Just tonight I was confronted by the guards and I fainted from all my conflicts and guilt. That is the reason that I made the unplanned trip to talk to Dad and Mom. - and yes, I told them everything." "Barbara, it doesn't seem likely that you were looking for an even bigger cock than mine. Why did you start it? Did you fall in love with one or both of the guys?" "No! The two Techies have pencil dicks and barely touch the side of my pussy - both prefer my ass because you don't ever go there." "Have you used protection especially in your ass?" "Yes. Both of those nicey-nasty guys are afraid of getting poop on their cocks and always use them. When I clock out I have already gone to the john and cleaned myself up before I come home, as you probably have noticed." "I always knew just by how cold you became to me during the past months that something was wrong between us. Why did you have an affair, are you sure you are not in love with at least one or both of those guys?" "NO! That's absurd. I just had this desire to party one night and those guys are party guys from the word go. From 5:30 to 7:00 there is no one in the office except we three and so I did what I did and kept doing it for the laughs and the fun of it and I am now sorry. Please don't leave me to raise our children without you. I will pretend I don't know if you decide to fuck around if you will just stay with me until the youngest leaves home. Please? " "Barbara, I am moving into the third bedroom tonight while I try to sort out what to do. Please make an appointment with your primary care physician and get a referral to a shrink or another specialist if she finds no malfunction in your body. I, too, dread the prospect of being a part time Daddy - not to mention how that fucks up the minds of children. I presume you are coming clean with me - there are and have been no others during the past ten years?" "No there will be no others starting now as long as you live in this house, Big Foot. Winning you was winning the jack pot. I just want to know why I am driven to do these things from time to time. I honestly don't know why. I love you so much!" Henry restrained himself from rushing over to hold his wife close but simply said, "Lets find out why this has happened, and I promise I will work with you." Both were exhausted and went to their separate beds after he kissed his wife on the cheek, goodnight. ——— The following Wednesday at 7:00 the elevator doors opened and out walked Barbara towards the three guards. She had a smile on her face that for a moment made the day for all three of guards. Then she handed him a sheet of paper and said, "LeRoy, here is my husband's eMail address and he anxiously awaits the video clip you are going to send him. Have a good day, fellas." She went through the turn stiles and was out the front door while the three looked with bewilderment. LeRoy finally spoke to the other two and said, "Any chance that Whore is bluffing?" The youngest spoke up and said, "Since no action took place in the computer room tonight, maybe she told those two guys to 'fuck-off,' and left it at that. I think we ought to forget the whole thing and find another Bitch - there is lots of whores in this building." Two weeks after that Henry returned from work and put the children to playing while he prepared dinner. He then learned that the house phone had a message. He played it back: "This message is for Barbara Gaston. This is Doctor C...'s office and he asked me to inform you that your hormone tests results came back and that you are severely imbalanced in 5 of the body's dozens of hormones and moderately so in 4 others. Please call ... to make an appointment with Specialist Doctor D... for evaluation and actions to take." Henry smiled and contemplated whether or not to move back into the master bedroom. He finally decided to wait until her talk with the specialist. In the mean time he played with both children outdoors after their dinner. Her HMO provided her an appointment with the IM specialist the following Friday afternoon and at their location near by in a suburban township. It happened to be near the bakery where Henry worked. She sat in the very crowded waiting room for a long time and was finally called into an examination room. Introductions were made when the doctor came in. After the elderly doctor brought up her blood tests results on the computer, the first thing she said to her patient was, "I presume you are sexually promiscuous if your readings are any indicator, are you Mrs. Gaston?" Barbara was shocked speechless at first while the old doctor had pulled off her glasses and was chewing the frame with her teeth, while waiting for a reply. The wife whispered, "Yes Ma'am , but no longer." "Does your husband know?" "Yes, he has moved into the guest room. He is civil to me but would have left after finding out 3 weeks ago but for the children. He has little to do with me in the meantime." "I will write you three prescriptions that are for expensive and powerful medicine as we try to bring five hormone levels back to normal. You should start to feel the results within 48 hours - take them only as directed." Barbara asked, "I masturbate to orgasm every night so I can fall asleep. Is there a special food or drink I should consume or avoid while I am waiting for the medicine to work?" The doctor said, "No. Masturbation is neutral. Mrs. Gaston, I am going to make an assumption that you love your husband or you wouldn't be so broken up. Given that, the summary of our visit that I will write up and print off will say, in part, 'Studies of Hormonal imbalance such as these are known to cause muscular tension, an intermittent strong desire for sex, and makes it difficult to focus on one's work.' I suggest you show your office visit write up to your husband and tell him you love him and that you intend for this never to happen again. If you don't love your husband then work out a separation agreement with him. That's all you can do. Make an appointment to see me again in one month and lets see how you will have reacted to this medicine. O.K.?" They shook hands and the patient said, "Thank you very much, Doctor." "Before you go, Mrs. Gaston, you will need to monitor and moderate your willingness to have sex even after your hormones are in balance. Consider yourself lucky that your husband is not violently jealous; but, you might not be so lucky after the next escapade or with the next man in your life. " Barbara walked into the check in counter in a daze and paid her co-pay while the clerk was printing out prescriptions and a visitation summary. After getting into her car she called her husband and left him a voice mail, "I have some startling information from the doctor that I want to share with you. Today, I will pick up the children and cook dinner for us at home." —- Henry had been in the Operations Director's office up front getting word that he was being promoted with a ten percent pay raise - more employees under his umbrella at the same pay. He felt his phone vibrating as their meeting was going on. After it was over he listened to his voice mail and then went back into the Ops Manager's office and said, "Fred, I will join you guys for one happy hour drink to celebrate since my wife is on child duty today. What time will you leave?" "Hey, I will leave early today, say at three. The bar is not far from your house - the 'Flying Gator' - do you know it?" "Yeah, been there once. I will see you guys there." He left a text for Barbara, "Thnks for doing child duty. 1 drink at the Gator with Fred and others b 4 I come home. Pls save my dinner. Big Foot." Barbara was such an incredibly good mother until in their presence she was all smiles and was the perfect role model. The three danced and played mostly in the back yard. When she went inside to cook dinner, she could still hear their dog running and barking at the children. This brought a smile to her face. She had already taken one round of the pills and swore that she felt inner tension relaxing. She also focused on her husband and felt very confident she could win him back. After their dinner finished cooking, she started to put it on the table before calling her children and putting her husband's plate into the refrigerator, when she heard the garage door going up. She ran to the kitchen door leading to the garage with the print out from the Doctors office in her hands to await him. The moment he opened the door into the kitchen she stepped up and presented the summary of her doctor's visit this afternoon with a big smile on her face. "Big Foot, please read this before you say or do anything - the children are playing in the back yard." Big Foot's Decision Henry was shocked that she would insert herself into his path like this but stopped and just stared at her. He said, "O.K.," and took the sheet of paper from her. He scanned the single paragraph at first and then put down his brief case and started studying it. He then, acting coy, ignored the print out. He looked at her and said, "I am terribly hungry is dinner about ready?" "Yes. Please fetch the children who are playing in the back yard and be sure they wash their hands - you too - as I am putting the food on the table now. At dinner the two adults were quiet while the children chatted amiably about their day. Henry's eyes rarely strayed from looking at his wife, and he was surprised that both of their appetites had returned. After dinner she announced to the children, "You have one hour to play games on your iPads in the living room, starting right now," as they watched their mother set the timer. After they left the table, Henry quietly said, "Tell me exactly what was said in the doctors office, please?" She said, "Paraphrasing as best I can I said, ' I am having a heck of time focusing at work throughout the day, and I have these urges for sexual release from time to time, and my muscles are rigid most of the day and my skin is very dry. ' The doctor was an older lady who came right out and said that she assumed I was having an affair just based on the blood test results. She then said, ' The three prescriptions are designed to balance some of my hormones,' and I can already sense that the tension is less. I love you so much, Henry, please forgive me, and let me make it up to you. She did also say, 'Being promiscuous in the future or not, was up to me, even though the medication would decrease my tendency to do that.' If you will love me again, Henry, what I did can not possibly happen in the future. Please, Big Foot." "Barbara, I forgive you for screwing the two Techies as that amounts to nothing - but I am concerned that over the long term you will grow weary of being committed to a blue-collar husband and remember the world of those whiz kids - even if they do have pencil dicks. Could you and I continue to be happy if in your heart you should really want a witty and charming gentleman in your bed - even if you didn't follow through with divorcing me and marrying one like that?" She replied, "I have never met such a gentleman, assuming they exist, but should I meet and be attracted to one that question can be answered only then. That might not be a usual answer but I am through with lying and that is all I can tell you for sure." Henry thought for a minute and said, "Of course, you are right. Nobody can think about what they can not even imagine. But, we need to love and raise these children so that happiness as adults is possible to them, and that trumps the other options open to either of us, doesn't it?" "So what is next in our relationship, Dear Husband?" "Barbara, I want to continue the way we are while I try to digest what you have told me and try to be sure that I still love you. And more importantly, do I believe a different and lovable 'Barbara' will become my wife, and if you again find me to be that exciting person you first married, so that we have a chance. In the mean time lets how you react to the medicine over the coming days. O.K.?" "O.K. Thank you for not shouting at me or worse when you found out. I am so lucky and the children are so lucky. Just you watch me turn myself into someone who you wouldn't think of leaving no matter what!" Later Henry lay in bed trying to get sleepy while thinking about the evening as he heard Barbara reading two stories to the children and tucking them in. He said to himself, "What a fucked up marriage you have! Almost all the women at the plant would get it on with you if there was an interest on your part, but you have done that and know its a dead end. Hell, right after the first time Barbara and you fucked, you broke it off with two fuck buddies - and for sure she did the same with some guys she knew. But that was a phase and you were both in college where that kind of conduct was wide spread..." Henry drifted off to sleep. ——- Three weeks later Henry had spent day one of a Two day meeting in a Downtown Boston hotel conference room, at a managers meeting. The attendees were his counterparts from all the company's bakeries in the New England region. It started with the CEO giving a welcome speech and then breakout committees went to various small rooms for discussions. Henry's group concerned implementing some new automated equipment installations that would probably strain labor relations more than they already were. The 8 managers in the room were screaming at each other until they were forced to break it up. He was exhausted, but went back to his room to lie down. He called his mother after he had rested, who had picked up the children after school and taken them to his and his wife's home. He said, after greetings and some comments about their school day, "Since I will be spending a night in this hotel, are you sure you won't mind staying over so I can ask Barbara to spend the night with me in my hotel room?" "Oh son, please wine and dine Barbara - I pray every day that you will tear down that wall between you. Beside that I shuffled both you and your sister off to school for years and did a good job of it. Your children will be just fine and I am glad for the opportunity to babysit my grand children. You and Barbara have fun! and don't worry about what is going on here." Henry refreshed himself and put on a clean shirt. He was hungry and was anxious to surprise his wife by meeting her in the lobby of the building where she worked. He even regretted that nothing was open so he could buy flowers. Arriving at the security counter about 6:45, again the three guards did not see him approach and were watching a monitor and whooping and cheering, and again Henry could see the same couch on the screen and there were three naked bodies on the couch. He stood silently and started silently crying and then screamed out, "Security! " The tall one turned around and squinted trying to remember who Henry was. The visitor said, "I am going to be sick, please give me a key to your rest room." At that moment LeRoy remembered who Henry was while writing down the cypher number and said, "Don't worry dude, your wife doesn't party in the computer room anymore. Those two dudes now have a younger one attending, and on other days she has agreed to party with us as well. Your wife should be down promptly at 7:00 if you want to hang out another ten minutes." At hearing this Henry's whole world changed back to when he wasn't consciously aware that he had a single care. He even smiled broadly at the tall guard. The elevator doors opened at 30 seconds past 7:00 and out walked Barbara with a firm, quick step. She smiled at the guards and said, "Good evening, Fellas!" She was surprised that they didn't speak but just smiled at her broadly. After she went through the turn stiles she spotted her husband standing to one side waiting for her noting that he was in a relaxed state. She stopped dead in her tracks because this is only the second time he had met her here after work over the months. Henry offered his arm and said, "Want to have a wild and exciting time with me tonight, Lady?" Looking over her shoulder at the three guards with a smile on her face, she whispered, "I have dreamed all day that you would treat me to dinner tire me out afterwards since I knew you were meeting in an Atlantic Avenue hotel. Thank you. Thank you. Did you check on the children?" He answered her after they walked outside. "Yes, dear lady, I did and Mom is pleased to babysit the children tonight, sleeping over, and will drive them to school in the morning. Would you like to sleep in my hotel bed tonight?" She stopped with her heart about to burst with excitement and said jokingly, "Big Foot, I will be forced to sleep naked since I didn't bring a gown." "Oh, that is quite O.K. I did take the liberty of secretly bringing you some clean underwear from home but you will have to wear the same dress to work tomorrow. Can you handle it?" After about 10 minutes of chatting outside her building, a young lady came through the revolving door walking slowly leaving work. Barbara gestured towards her and said, "She is an accounting clerk contractor who is my replacement 'helping out' the guys in the computer room - but she is single and a part time student. Better her than me." Once again, life was good for both. The End.