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The Life of Michael Preston Ch. 01

By: ChaseQ



I took a new job as an analyst with a large firm. That was almost two years ago now. It was one of the most exciting things that had happened to my wife and me in quite sometime. It meant a substantial raise, better benefits and professional status. This company had places to go for those innovative hard workers willing to put in the effort.

I hoped that this change would stick. My marriage to Kimberly had become the daily motions. We loved each other but our lives together had become stale and continued to stay that way. When I won this job (rumor was, over 400 people applied for it), Kim looked at me with different eyes. I was a successful man that she wanted to be with, anytime, especially in the bedroom. Sex had once again become fun, she was playful and sexy and wanted to intrigue me. She wanted me to want her badly so that I desired nothing else in life but to take her right then. I gladly did.

Slowly things began to change. The job was everything we thought it would be but in the end it is just another job, not a cure all, fix all magic potion but a means to provide an income that a family can live on. It did not seem too long before my wife was once again disenchanted. Don't get me wrong, she enjoyed the money and on occasion enjoyed the feeling she got when telling people who her husband was employed by, but in the end we seemed to co-exist. 

I felt like my life looked much like a beautiful house located in the middle of a massive parking lot. It just felt like a void. Where was that feeling? The one that makes the bullshit of work worth it. The feeling that makes you get up in the morning ready for another day, ready for the office, ready to make your mortgage payment, car payment and boat payment so that when there is a slice of time that is yours and yours alone... you can set that feeling free and know that this is what it is all about. Having your wife by your side and forgetting for a moment that anything else exists in the world. I just didn't have that. 

I think somehow that sex is inexplicably linked with the tone of a marriage. When times become dark in the house, looming around it like a ghostly cloud, the sex is not there. My wife takes great pains to dress nicely when going out. When I am at work and she is running errands, that is. When we go out together, she throws something on and looks like some guy's wife. It's like she's afraid to look attractive and be around me at the same time. Bedtime, forget it. I lie back in bed reading a novel or whatever has my attention at the time my wife comes out of the bathroom ready for bed. 

She seems to have put on some secret cream that guarantees to keep husbands at bay. Her once beautiful hair that was painfully prepared to 'run errands' is now frizzed and pinned back away from her face. Her face looks bleached out and shiny from the skin cream she spent more time applying than she did talking to me this evening. The cherry on top of this ensemble is her 'nightgown'. This oversized t-shirt that brandishes some stupid redneck slogan that's supposed to be cute. 'I'm The Princess Kiss Me.' I don't think I'm alone in saying that these night shirts are about as sexy as a plumbers hairy ass under my sink.

My wife leans to me stiffly and kisses my cheek, the aroma of her face cream fills my lungs and then... she's gone. Buried somewhere under Irish linen sheets and expensive comforters. My wife is pretending to have fallen asleep in a matter of four seconds flat. A little of my hope vanishes with her by the time I turn off my light and drift off to sleep. I'll wake up tomorrow and wonder why it is I do this every day. The thought will cross my mind that I'm really not much different than a carnival monkey, holding my brass cup out for amused spectators to toss their coins into. The money in that cup is the only reason his owner keeps him. 

Six months into my job, the job was still great. I was being put in charge of increasingly larger and higher profile projects and completing them with such success that there was talk of an executive promotion at the end of my one year anniversary. Bonuses were the best. Those who performed reaped rewards. Bonus checks were printed in the office and given out by the man himself. When he gave a bonus his attitude was that he wished he could do more, that you deserved more. That he REALLY appreciates the fact that you work for him and he considers you as an asset. That is a good feeling. 

I take my check home and my wife jumps and giggles when she sees how much it is. She asks passively what I want to do with it and then begins making suggestions of her own. Her plans don't include me. Like the loyal carnival monkey, I hand over my change and go off to make more. That particular night she'll come to bed looking stunning. No face cream but light powdery skin and hair hanging in ringlets around her face. The trailer trash t-shirt is replaced by one of many silk gowns that I have bought for her. The panties are even different. The normal white bloomer shorts with the stained crotch are replaced with sheer fabric and lace that invite to be touched. Six months on the job and another bonus check I find myself being the object of my wife's attention. 

"Mmm baby." She whispers to me. "Feeling frisky?" 

I lower my book and look at her. "Really? I can't remember the last time you were feeling frisky." I lifted by book back up as if to read and then lowered it again. "Yes I do, I remember now. It was when I got my last bonus check."

Kim seemed a little perplexed but that didn't distract her from her mission. "Well I'm here and ready for you if you want me."

"You know Kim, I'm here and ready almost every night but you take every effort to keep me at bay. You for some reason warm up when I bring home bonus checks. It is not necessary for you to seduce me to spend that check. You have permission, go spend it and save yourself the agony of having to sleep with me to feel good about it. I'll sign it over for deposit and you can go spend it with people you give a shit about." With that I turned off my light and rolled over. She tried to justify her actions but in the end I went to sleep and a little more of her left my heart.

If you are wondering, no I'm not some fat guy with sweaty armpits and excessive body hair. I'm 35 years old, a high-school athlete back in the day that learned of the benefits of eating healthy and working out. I can still lie back and press 220 on the bench. My last employer requested permission to use my picture in a trade magazine. They thought that I represented the successful American male, at least what most people think that person looks like. Would those people imagine that I have a wife that only sleeps with me when I give her extra money like a whore? I imagine not. 

What does Kimberly look like? If I'm Ken, she's Barbie. Just imagine your perfect woman. Mine has long smooth legs, hourglass figure, ample breasts, a long smooth neck and feminine shoulders. Her face is the epitome of everything soft and beautiful. Piercing blue eyes, full sensual lips and blinding white teeth that sparkle when she smiles. Her long golden hair flows from her head in a way that is elegant yet sexy. She is my angel. Used to be at least. An empty shell loses its appeal after so long. Eventually it empties the marriage and that dark cloud looms over the house. She thinks that she contributes more than required to this family. There's no point in arguing. Let the monkey get to work.

I work in a high rise office building. Thirty stories anyway. The designers made a courtyard with trees and fountains and a walk way that meanders around it. It feels like a campus. We usually take lunch in the office. One of the assistants orders food from a local restaurant so we don't have the expense or time of having to leave the office for lunch. If we're doing well, which we usually are, the boss foots the tab. Another way he let's us know that he sincerely appreciates the work that we do. After being at this firm for a few weeks, I discovered the courtyard. If the weather was nice I would sit at one of the tables and eat outside or, after finishing my lunch over a meeting, I would go to the courtyard and sit or stroll around the pathway looking at the birds and rabbits that would scurry across the path and carefully watch me as I passed. I would sometimes save a piece of bread and toss it to them as I did. This was just time that I used to clear my head and get a second wind to finish my day. Fresh air does wonders. 

This is where I met Christine. I first noticed her in the halls and elevators of the office. I say 'noticed' her. There are probably people that I've seen a hundred times passing through the halls that I still don't notice. So I should clarify. I first admired Christine as we passed in the halls and elevators of the office building. A man notices a beautiful woman. Christine was beautiful. I have to leave it at that right now. 

As time passed, I was graced with Christine's appearance in the courtyard, with increasing frequency. Christine and I didn't work together, hell we didn't work for the same company. We just happened to have employers that shared the same office building. She never approached me, and I never approached her. I just admired her from a distance. I didn't want to ruin it with that sexual tension bullshit. She was a little like the rabbit in the bush. I could admire it from a distance, but if I approached it, it fled. I was happy admiring it. I would notice her looking at me sometimes and she would offer me a smile when I did. I gently returned it and would go about my business.

One day as I stood by the fountain lost in some deep thought, she approached me.

"Hey there." Came this silky voice that startled me from my trance. I think I actually jumped. She held her hand out and smiled sweetly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I'm sorry, I'll go."

My heart leapt out of my chest. "No, no that's okay. No I was just wondering how I was gong to meet another impossible schedule." I smiled and laughed awkwardly. "I didn't see you come up. I'm Mike by the way." I offered her my hand.

"I'm Christine." She said somewhat demurely and took my hand gently. "I've seen you out here quite a bit..." She said still holding my hand. "I just had to meet this mysterious guy that feeds the rabbits."

She released my hand and we both laughed. "I grew up in the country..." I said with a boyish grin. "...I just can't walk by the critters without tossing them a snack."

"That's so sweet. I'm sure they appreciate it."

She said it as she pulled her hair back from her face. "After I saw you doing it, I tried it myself. They just come right up to you and let you watch them eat."

"So what do you do here Christine?"

"I'm a paralegal for Harper, up on 24."

"Oh yea, I see those people all the time. By the looks of it you must be pretty busy."

"Why do you say that?"

Another boyish smile. "We have offices on 24, 25 and 26, our legal department is on 32..."

"Ahh, you must work for Dellato then." She said with a brightened face. "What do you do?" 

"A lot of research. I'm a market analyst... sort of. I have a degree in math and economics so..." I had said too much so I paused. "Dellato keeps me busy but I enjoy it."

"You don't have to be embarrassed, I know how you feel. I received my business degree from Notre Dame with a minor in history. I'm working on my law degree right now. So are you done with school?"

"Probably. I double majored in math and economics and mastered in business. I like school but it doesn't pay too well. I had to work. So here I am."

"I see there's a Mrs. Mike. She must be proud to have such a man." I felt awkward all of a sudden. I looked down and rolled the ring on my finger. "I come out here almost every day and wonder about that." I gave Christine an apologetic smile.

"How long have you been married?" She asked as though the awkwardness did not exist.

"Almost 12 years. Is there a Mr. Christine?"

She smiled. "Nope, no Mr. Christine. School and work take up all of my time."

Before I seemed to even think I had asked her. "I can't imagine a beautiful woman like you not even dating the possible future Mr. Christine?"

"I haven't dated or done anything that could be called a date in..." She thought for a moment. "...Probably since your tenth anniversary."

"Really?!" I admonished her. "All work and no play..."

"Make Christine a dull girl." She finished. "I know." Her face brightened. "We seem to be out here alone every day. We should have a sociable lunch together instead of eating alone. If Mrs. Mike wouldn't mind?"

My heart skipped a beat. "Mrs. Preston? No she wouldn't' mind."

"So you're Mike Preston. I'm Christine Gray. You can call me Christie. 

So Mrs. Preston wouldn't mind?" She asked again for confirmation or maybe searching for something else.

"Na." I tried to be sincere. Christine gently stepped into my space. "Wouldn't mind Mike? Or doesn't seem to care?" It was a bold move but the look on my face told her everything. One unintentional expression told her the status of my life.

She perked up and looked up at my downcast face. "I think you spend too much time out here with the critters Mike Preston. I'm taking you to lunch. Okay?"

I felt good about it. A beautiful woman just asked me to join her for lunch. Christie pulled out a piece of paper and wrote on it. 'C. Gray. 11:00 3rd level parking garage. Don't forget!'

She folded it and put it into my hand. "If anything happens call me. The switchboard will patch you through."

She was standing so close I could smell her perfume and powder. It was intoxicating. It smelled nothing like cold cream I later thought.

"I'll be there Christie."

"Promise?" She said with a knowing smile.

"I promise."

She turned and walked away. I couldn't wait to get back to work. Today was a new day.

I passed on the office lunch that day. I went to the elevator at 10:50 and found myself in the parking garage at 10:58. I felt awkward stepping into the garage not knowing where to go. Before my thoughts went much further, a Lexus with tinted windows pulled around the corner and stopped in front of me. The passenger window lowered and there was Christie, all smiles. "Ready?"

I opened the door and got in. Christie raised the window and we drove off.

"So where are we going?" I asked to kill the silence.

"We are going to a park. I made a lunch for us to eat outside so we could visit without all of the commotion of a restaurant. It'll be relaxing."

We visited and laughed along the way. I pushed back the feelings that threatened to ruin it. I wasn't cheating I told myself. Big deal. Kim didn't want to talk or... anything, so I'm talking to someone who wants to talk to me. Besides, she's had lunch with guys and goes and does as she chooses. Just spend and go, go and spend. Whatever suits her. We pulled onto a gravel drive and drove down and alley of weeping willows to a grass field that had tables scattered widely apart. Christie pulled her car onto the grass near one of the tables.

I couldn't help but ask. "How did you find this place?"

"Well... It's a park that was built after a friend of my grandfathers' died. This was where his first home was way back in the early century. He put it in his will to have it built so that family and friends could enjoy the land as much as he did. No one ever come out here except for the family events."

"This is great."

We both got out of the car and unloaded the baskets from the trunk. I noticed that Christie was dressed very casually. "Your firm let's you dress casual don't they?"

Christie smiled. "No. I'm actually off today, so this is my dress code."

"What are you doing up at work if your off, you should get to enjoy your day off."

"I didn't go into work today. I'm enjoying my day off having lunch with a friend."

Christine and I talked and laughed. We joked about work and life in general. We ate her wonderful lunch. I told her she should give up law and be a chef. The food was wonderful. 

When she talked she would place her hand on my arm. When she laughed she would put it on my shoulder. I didn't reciprocate but I did like it.

As the humor wound down and we finished our lunch in thoughtful silence, she asked a simple question. "What are you thinking Mike?"

There was that damn boyish grin again. "Me?" Duh. "Nothing."

"Come on Mike, your thinking something. I want to know what it is."

I shook my head slowly and bit at my lip. "Na. It's nothing. I'm sorry. So how do you..." She cut me off.

"Please." 

I tried another joke. "Hey, a man's mind is nowhere for a lady to be, believe me."

"Please Mike. What were you thinking just now? The truth."

I silently stood and began clearing the table and packing the containers. Christie stood and stepped in front of me. She raised her hands and took hold of the front of my shirt so that there was little space between us. "Mike, you can say anything to me, even that you never want to see me again and I won't be upset. I know your married and I don't want do anything to harm that, whatever it is just tell me. It's between you and I."

I took a deep breath and sighed and then looked into her eyes. "I find you very attractive Christie. I really do. That's what I was thinking."

"I know that's not all. What else?"

"Than that you're beautiful? It was just a fleeting thought."

"And I want to know it. I'll tell you what I was thinking if you tell me."

"Are you going to sue me for harassment?" I said with a chuckle.

"Hardly. You and I are out here in the middle of nowhere Mike. What is said here will stay here."

"I'll tell you exactly what I was thinking Christie." 

I took another breath. "I was thinking about how much fun I'm having with you here today and how beautiful you are and..." I paused. "I'm just really enjoying this."

Christie smirked. That look on her face that said 'I detect bullshit'.

My bullshit detector-detector tried to compensate. "What?!" I said with an 'I'm busted' smile on my face.

"I see it in your eyes Mike, I want to hear it."

"Christie, a married man shouldn't answer questions like that. I know, you know, And I'm married, I don't need to say it."

"Something was wrong long before we ever met Mike. I don't need to know anything about that. You don't have to be afraid Mike, I'm not your wife or whoever it is that has your insides in knots. I am saying to speak your mind because it is your mind and I want to hear it from you."

"I really like you. You're so sweet and so beautiful and I could never say something that would hurt your feelings."

"Mike! Goddamnit!" Christie raised her voice. "Quit talking to your wife! I am not your wife!" Her voice softened a little. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't believe you thought kindly of me. We respect each other, we're attracted to each other and we like each other. That's out of the way, now tell me something you really want to tell me and haven't. And try doing it in your own words!"

"I want to fuck you!" I blurted out. "How's that for the real Mike? I want to rip your clothes off and fuck you and fuck you and fuck you." I could feel my reddened face and was actually breathing heavier. Was I angry or humiliated at my outburst. 

Christie smiled and pulled me closer to her. Was that so hard? I would like that very much Mike. I'm glad you said it that way too because it expresses how you truly feel."

My vision seemed to cloud over and my head was swimming.

"I would like to spend that time with you Mike. You are serious aren't you?"

I only nodded my head as I looked deep into her eyes.

"I haven't been with a man in... a very long time Mike. You can fuck me, no strings attached, just a nice time together."

I tried to joke. "Did you just say fuck?"


The Life of Michael Preston Ch. 01



"Fuck. I think you deserve to be yourself and release some of that energy you're killing yourself with. Me too. We'll see who's fucking whom when it's over.

Christie leaned into me and our lips touched. Our mouths parted and our tongues encircled into their own dance. I couldn't wait. We parted and finished loading the car. The ride back was quiet but comfortable. We set a safe time. It would be the next week, Thursday. She would make the arrangements and let me know. In the safety of the parking garage we held one another's faces and came together for a parting kiss. The sound of her breath and the look in her eyes made me sad for my marriage. What has happened to Kim?



The Life of Michael Preston Ch. 02



I saw my soon to be mistress, Christie, in the courtyard at the beginning of the following week. She sat across from me at my table and talked as I ate. 

"Can you get away from here for the last half of your day on Thursday?" She asked.

I told her that I probably could. She told me the name of the hotel that she reserved and said that she had already taken care of everything. All I had to do was show up between 11:00 and 11:30.

"I'll be there." I said.

Christie stood up and tossed her bag over her shoulder. "We don't want anyone talking." She said with a sad look in her eyes. "I want to kiss you Mike." She stuck out her hand for a professional looking handshake. I continued sitting and shook her hand. I even kept holding my sandwich in my other. "Bye." I said. My heart was pounding.

I actually had reservations but every night I received that cold stiff kiss on my cheek and the smell of cold cream I let myself push those feelings of guilt a little deeper. I was just a little monkey with a paycheck I told myself. This woman wanted me to be me and we were going to fuck. Kim never wanted to play. She would dress in her expensive lingerie and lay back for me to do my business. I resented her for it. I could picture her how she might be with another guy. She wouldn't just lie back. She would fuck him. She would do all of the things for him that he wanted and enjoy doing it. She just couldn't be that way with me for some reason. My last thought was that I would choose her over any woman if I could have her. I only get the frizzy cold cream shell. 

The day was set. I told my boss that I was going to slip out early for a little guy time. Maybe buy some new clubs and go to the driving range for a spin. "You go ahead and take off Mike. Hell, I would have let you have the whole day as hard as you work for me." I thanked him for the gesture but I did have a few things to complete. Half a day is perfect. "If you will, just send any calls to my voice mail." Don't worry Mike. If the wife calls I'll let her know about your meetings today." "Thank you sir." I said. "I'll see you tomorrow."

I actually did leave earlier than planned and arrived at the hotel just before 11:00. I walked in through the side door and took the stairs that were just inside. Up five flights of stairs to the top floor. Room 630, just around the corner from the stairs. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it inside my ears. I knocked gently on the door. I didn't have to wait long. The door opened and there was Christine smiling at me from behind it. "Come in."

I went in and saw that there was food on the small table ready to eat. "I know you didn't stop to eat Mike. Sit down and eat."

Christine pulled the jacket from my shoulders and hung it up. "Sit there Mike." She said pointing at one of two chairs. I sat down and breathed in the aroma of the food. "Did you cook again?" 

"No, not this time. I've been working longer hours to make up for today. This my dear is from The Zephyr Deli. They just delivered it so eat up." Christie knelt and carefully pulled my shoes from my feet and set them to the side. She than sat across from me and began eating. We talked and laughed again but this time there was a noticeable spark in the air. I couldn't help but look at her. She was wearing a white dress shirt that was unbuttoned halfway that exposed her black lace bra. Her cleavage formed in mounds that looked so caress ably soft. She was wearing denim jeans that were also unbuttoned halfway revealing matching black lace panties. I was hard already.

Christie went and brushed her teeth in the bathroom and then stepped back into view. Nothing was said. She slid the jeans from her hips and pushed them to the floor. She kicked them to the side. She walked closer to me and took off her shirt. She threw it to the side. "Are you ready to fuck?" She asked me her silky voice. "Stand up."

I took a drink of water and stood up. She had to be able to see my erection through my pants. I let myself be a little embarrassed by that fact. Christie closed the gap between us and pressed her face and body against me. We kissed deeply, thrusting our tongues into each others mouths and trying to breathe through our noses. Her hands went to my belt and began pulling at it to release the buckle. As my hands moved across her back feeling her soft skin, she released the buckle and had my suit pants open almost immediately. And that is how it began. Christie dropped to her knees and pulled my pants and shorts down in one fluid motion. The first thing she said was 'Oh my gosh Mike, you are so hard.' And then it began. She took my cock into her mouth and hungrily sucked it. 

I finished undressing myself as she sucked me. "Do you want more of this Mike?" She asked looking up from the floor. "Or do you want to fuck?"

"I want to fuck Christie. I want to fuck you so bad."

Christie stood and slid her panties from her hips. I unclasped her bra from the front and pulled it off of her. I couldn't resist her bare breasts. I sucked them into my mouth and consumed them. She ran her fingers through my hair as I did and let out a moan or gasp every so often.

"Mike, Mike baby, throw me on the bed and fuck me, do it now, throw me onto the bed."

I grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her down onto the bed. I kissed and groped her as she guided my shaft into her wet body. And that was it. I reflexively thrust into and out of her. The sound of my body slapping against hers echoed in the hotel room. She moaned loudly and held her legs apart for me. Each time I thrust, her moans grew louder. "Oh yes. Go Mike. Fuck me." That was a first for me. A woman telling me to fuck her. I thrust and thrust and thrust, all the while Christie gasped "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! I fucked her. I thrust as hard as I wanted to thrust. I thrust as hard as I could thrust. I made the noises that just came out in my lustful fit. I went as fast or slow, as hard or as tender as I chose. Mostly I thrust as hard as I could and as deep as I could and she let me enjoy it. I soon found that she did too. She gasped and froze. Her fingers clinched the sheets and I could feel her releasing around my cock. Everything became wet and warm. Christie made a pushing sound and then panted. Her face and chest was covered with beads of sweat. "Go baby, fuck me good. Fuck me how you want to." I continued thrusting until I could hold back no longer. She realized what was happening and pulled out from under me. "Wait, oh wait!" Christie rolled her head toward me and ripped the condom form my body and sucked my cock into her mouth. I began to come. She slurped and swallowed and then pulled it out and began jacking me off onto her body until it stopped. We both looked like we ran a mile in a sauna. Christie and I collapsed into each others arms panting for breath.

"I didn't want you to come into a rubber Mike. I wanted it out. I wanted to taste it. Is that okay?" 

"Yea." I said. I wasn't sure why I said it but I added... "Thank you."

She looked up at me and smiled. I couldn't' help looking at Christine stretched out on the bed. Her body was so soft and beautiful as she lay unguarded for me to see. "You are so beautiful." I whispered to her.

Christine rolled her head toward me and looked into my eyes. "Did I satisfy you?"

"Yes."

"I think you were going easy on me. Were you taking it easy on me?" Her tone was one of comical suspicion.

"Maybe." I said feeling much the same way I did in high school after wind sprints. 

Christine rolled over onto her stomach and propped her chin up on her hands to look at me. "Tell me a fantasy." She asked.

I threw a pillow behind my head and leaned back. "Alright…I knock on a hotel room door and a beautiful woman answers it. After leading me into her room she feeds me a gourmet meal and then proceeds to drain the life out of me with rigorous uninhibited sex."

"That doesn't count!"

"And why not?!"

"Because a fantasy is something that you dream about happening, not something that has already happened. Tell me a fantasy."

"I'll have to think of another one then because the one that I had just came true."

Christine smiled and gently kissed my forehead. "I've had a wonderful time Mike. Will you still talk to me at work?"

I was surprised at her question. "Of course I'll talk to you. I'm already looking forward to seeing you grace the halls of the office."

Christine ruffled my hair with her slender fingers and sat up. "Well Mr., I have class this afternoon so I have to get moving."

Christine and I put the room back in order, showered and dressed. I gave her one last long kiss before we parted and left. On one hand I felt guilt but it was shadowed by an overwhelming feeling of happiness and satisfaction. It was probably a mixture of these two that prompted my next move. It was almost two hours earlier than when I would normally get off of work but Kimberly would be getting off of work in about thirty minutes. I decided that I would be there when she did and see if she wanted to go do something. Like I said, maybe it was the guilt that made me want to do something nice for her or maybe it was that I felt a little more worthwhile having had incredible sex without first presenting a bonus check to my lover. It was probably a little of both.

I drove the twenty minutes to the office building Kimberly worked in. My thoughts were bouncing between her and Christine as I traveled through town. I really enjoyed my time with Christine but I did love my wife, she was who I truly wanted be with. As I pulled into the parking garage I was excited to see her and to see her surprise. Would she be glad to see me? I hoped so but wasn't really optomistic.

I slowly circled upwards in the garage. I knew that she normally parked on the third level so I didn't look too hard on the first two. Her company had reserved parking spaces for their employees on the third level that allowed them to take the breezeway to the office building. My car rose from the second to the third level and I turned left. Kimberly should be coming out any time I thought as I gave a quick glance at the clock on the dash. When I looked back up and started to turn left again to pass the entry to the breezeway I spotted Kim. She was leaning against the side of her car and a man was pressed against her. I watched him brush the hair from her face and lean in to kiss her. 

The two talked and laughed and kissed again. I recognized the guy. He worked for the same company she worked for. His name was Vic Morris. Good 'ol Vic here was married and had a few children I thought. My blood boiled. My first instinct was to race up to them with tires squealing, screech to a stop and jump out. Let them know that I saw them, that I knew what was gong on and then let Kim watch me kick the living shit out of Vic which I most certainly could have done without so much as a scratch to myself unless I slipped and fell. I was so angry I couldn't think. 'Be smart, be smart' I kept telling myself. "Proof!" I said out loud to myself. 

I lowered my window and lifted my cell phone into view. I was far enough away that Kim and Vic were oblivious to my presence. The camera feature on my phone was something that I had only recently learned to use; I had never actually had the occasion to use it, until now.

I looked at the view finder and zoomed in on the couple. I wondered if I was too far away but that thought was put to rest when I took the first picture. It was more than clear enough to make out the couple and the car that they were leaning against. The pictures that I took were of them kissing and talking. Both of their faces were clear which left no questions as to who the participants were. 

As I made my exit from the garage I wondered how long this had been going on. I wanted more proof, more history and more information. Kim had been treating me badly for some time. I could only assume that her actions corresponded with her time spent with Vic. The only thought I now had of Christine was that I would not have even considered doing what I did with her if Kimberly had been there for me. I discounted what I had done because she obviously had been carrying on outside of our marriage much longer. Deep down I knew that no matter how I twisted it and pulled it, what I did was as wrong as what she was doing. I was going to make sure I had mountains of proof before I approached her though. The fact that it was Vic made my blood boil. Vic always liked to comment to me about taking care of such a wonderful lady, how lucky I was to have such a beautiful wife, what I should do and shouldn't do and the comment about always being a gentleman when the two had 'business' lunches together. 'Yep Mike, I've got my own beautiful bride that's the apple of my eye. She's a handful.' He would say with a chuckle.

Nothing else in the world seemed to matter at the moment. Depending on what I found out, I just might inflict as much destruction on Vic's life as I possibly could. Depending on what I was able to find out.

The company I worked for had on occasion hired private investigators to investigate cases of suspected business espionage. One particular case I was asked to participate in. I remembered the investigator dropping a folder full of pictures onto the conference table and asking me to look at a few that showed suspect documents that might have been created in my department. They were. Apparently the case was resolved very quietly and certain people became unemployed. I was amazed at how much information was collected in such a short period. One call to 411 gave me number I needed and fifteen minutes later I nervously walked into the offices of Dumont Security.

The receptionist was an older woman who with some success was trying to hang onto her youth. Her thin hair was bleached blond and lacquered with hair spray to hold its shape. Her figure seemed to be holding well I thought as I guessed her age to be somewhere near sixty. Although her face was made up and attractive and she smiled professionally when I came through the door, her heart showed in her eyes. This woman was not to be messed with.

"How do you do ma'am?" I said with a nod of my head. "I'm Mr. Preston, I have an appointment with Mr. Dumont."

"How do you do Mr. Preston, Let me show you in." She rose from her seat and led me to his office. "Your cell phone will not work in Mr. Dumont's office Mr. Preston is that acceptable?" I was surprised and spoke before thinking. "Oh really, how come?"

Her tone became quiet and serious. "What is discussed in Mr. Dumont's office stays in Mr. Dumont's office."

I understood completely. She opened the door and introduced me.

When I approached Mr. Dumont to shake his hand the door closed behind me. Mr. Dumont by all looks appeared to be a lawyer or some other suave highly paid business man. He didn't appear to be a man who earned his living in the shadows of people's lives eating doughnuts and drinking coffee. Mr. Dumont offered me a large comfortable chair so we both sat and talked. 

"My fees are quite high Mr. Preston, I'm generally only retained by corporations because of that fact." "Why is that Mr. Dumont?" I asked. Dumont's lips curled at the edges. "I'm not the average investigator. My resume lists war colleges, classes on espionage, counter intelligence… and many other things that the average investigator will only read about in a Tom Clancy novel. Let me just say that I worked for the government Mr. Preston and occasionally was sent to work for other governments when it was in the best interest of this country. As a matter of fact Mr. Preston, I already know your basic history and am guessing that your visit has something to do with one Kimberly Shaw who would now be Kimberly Preston. Am I correct?"

"Yes." I wasn't really surprised but I was impressed.

"You believe she's cheating?"

"Yes."

"Is it suspicion or do you believe you have proof?"

"I have proof." I said retrieving my cell phone. Dumont smiled and took the phone from me. "You have proof. What do you want from me?"

"I want history, I want to know how long it's been going on." Dumont was still scrolling through the pictures. "I want to know everything I can possibly now about the relationship.

"This would be foolish to me Mike." Dumont began. "What if you can't handle what you find out? What if the truth makes you do something stupid? You can call me Walter by the way."

"Okay Walter. I am going to confront her, there is no doubt there but there will likely be a conversation when I do. I want every detail so that I know the truth. If she's lying I want to know it."

"What about Don Juan here?" He asked handing the phone back to me.

I felt my face grow hot. "I won't physically touch him or ask anyone else to for that matter. I am being honest when I say I do not desire to harm him physically."

"That's a little scary Mike, so tell me what will happen to him."

"His wife might find out, nothing more. I think that's enough."

"Fair enough." Walter said. "Two thousand dollars cash will get you all of the information I can possibly get my hands on. It's your gamble Mr. Preston, if today was a first time or if they have a history it's the same price. Deal?"

"Deal. How do you want the money?"

"Cash. Give it to Julia out there when you get it, otherwise don't call me, I'll call you."

I knew I had a bonus check coming this week so the money would not be a problem.

"Julia is going to give you a receipt of sorts when you give her the cash. You will give that to me when I give you the information. Understood?"

"I think so."

I gave Walter Dumont all of the information I could. Names, car descriptions, phone numbers, work schedules and the like. And so it was done. I would soon see what it was my wife was up to and how serious it really was.



The Life of Michael Preston Ch. 03



I arrived at home only slightly later than normal. Kimberly was out of her sexy office outfit and into her droopy dreary evening wear that she wore at home. I thought of her leaning against her car and that shit head Vic pressing against her. I was calm though because, little did she know, I was holding all of the cards now. I rested in the fact that Vic would leave dear Kimberly as soon as he was faced with paying child support and losing everything to his wife.

"How was your day honey?" I asked Kim.

"Fine. Yours?" She said in her passive 'I couldn't give a rat's fuck about your day' voice. 

"It was okay. I thought I would come by your work and pick you up for an evening out but the day didn't go like I had hoped."

"It's probably better. My day was a little rough. I had to work late too."

"Really? Want to tell me about it?" Maybe she wanted to tell me that she had been cheating on me and it was getting to her.

"Just work stuff, you know." Kim said with a most indifferent tone.

"Yea, I guess I do." I said thinking of Christine. 

Now that I had spent part of my day fucking someone other than my spouse I figured I did know what Kim meant. It was business as usual between Kim and me. The best thing I could do was to act as I had been. I quietly took the pictures from my phone and put them onto the computer. I wondered what it was I would find out.

I didn't see Christine for the rest of the week. I was somewhat relieved. Two days after my meeting with Mr. Dumont I took an envelope that contained twenty one hundred dollar bills to his office and gave it to his aged blond receptionist. She took the money and handed me a small piece of paper that was blank except for a red dot on top of it and '2000' written below it. This is your receipt Mr. Preston. Mr. Dumont wanted me to let you know that he has quite a bit of information already. He will be getting with you in a few weeks..." 

The look on my face told her I was surprised. 'A few weeks?' I thought to myself. "He's giving you your moneys worth Mr. Preston, be patient. He will give you pictures, video and phone conversations. If you wait, you'll know as much as there is to know." She gave me that cold assuring business smile of hers. I would gladly wait. 

Harold Dumont came out of his office as I was getting ready to leave. "Mike, hold on." Harold motioned for me to follow him to his office. 

"Mike, I know this isn't easy for you but bear with me. Can you take a business trip this next week?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Harold looked as though he felt sorry for me. "Vic Morris is up to something. He's trying to figure out a way for him and your wife to be on a business trip together; of course your wife does not do business trips as part of her job usually. That brings me to the point. 

I need you to go away for a few days next week, which will solve our problem. He still leaves his wife for his trip which is a sham and will probably end up staying at your house. If you are willing to do it, I can go to your house this week and set up surveillance equipment. I can record phone conversations, audio throughout the house and video in every room."

I had to ask. "Do you have pictures of them yet?"

Harold took a deep breath. 

"Mike, I have phone conversations, e-mails, pictures and some audio as well as video. It's enough Mike, I could give it all to you now and send you on your way but this one last week will give you everything. People tend to sum everything up when they spend time together for extended periods. So do you want what I have now or what I'll have next week?"

I shook my head. "When do you need to set up your things?"

"It would be good if you could leave Monday morning and return no sooner than Thursday morning. I could set everything up say this Friday afternoon." 

"Do it." I said. My heart was breaking with every rapid beat. 

Kimberly acted so well. She was sorry that I had to go on business. "All week?" She whined. 

"I could be back Thursday but at the latest Friday." I said optimistically. 

"I'll be counting the days." She said before kissing me on the cheek.

'I'm sure you will.' I thought.

I had seen Christine a few times in the courtyard. We talked as usual but she sensed something was wrong. I didn't tell her what was going on with Kim. I just told her that work was getting me down because we were so busy. Christine finally asked if Kim had found out about us. I assured her that Kim didn't have a clue. She asked if I wanted to spend some time with her. I did want to but I couldn't and I told her as much. Christine respected my privacy and let me know that she was there for me if I needed to talk. Her caring sweetness was a stark contrast to what I had become used to with Kim.

On Monday morning I left for work. Whatever Harold had done on Friday it was invisible to me. I looked about in the house all weekend and never saw a single clue that I would recognize as being surveillance. I knew somehow that Harold had been there though, he wouldn't have not come. 

Harold put me up in an apartment that he kept for cases just like this one. It was furnished and comfortable. I think he decorated and equipped it for people just like me who needed to be distracted. It was equipped with a state of the art audio and video system, comfortable plush bedroom and comfortable leather furniture. 

The week went smoothly and Harold reported to me Wednesday evening, "You can go home tomorrow Mike. I have everything you need or could want." 

"What about tonight?" I asked.

"Yea, I'm getting it too. So what do you plan to do with this stuff Mike?" Harold asked more seriously.

"Depends on what I see Harold. The worst case I will share the information with his wife, maybe his employer. I will do my best to humiliate and embarrass him. So what is the worst so far Harold? Are they just fucking?"

"This is why I wanted this opportunity this week Mike." He began. "Something was said last week about life insurance and what if you died. I really didn't know what to make of it. Now I know for sure."

I went pale. "She's gonna kill me?!"

"Calm down Mike, it wasn't Kim, it was Vic. Kim didn't go along with the 'joke'. She didn't refute it like I would have liked to see but she didn't go along with it either. You're safe Mike. He did bring it up again at your house but nothing came of it."

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me Harold! Holy shit!."

"If you really want to scare the shit out of him you can slap him and possibly your wife with a conspiracy to commit murder charge."

"How long has this been going on Harold?" I asked.

"Pretty long Mike, eight months or so."

"I'm not insanely jealous Harold but this news has earned Vic Morris the worst I can do to him. That fucking scumbag is in my house fucking my wife in my bed and talking about offing me?"

"I have spoken with his wife already. I haven't filled her in but I did validate who I was and invited her here tonight so that you could share what you know in a safe place, safe from Mr. Morris anyway. If you want to later, I know a few guys, law type people who would be more than willing to break into your house and drag his naked ass out of your bed on the charge of conspiracy to murder. It's a ruse mostly. We could get it put into the proper channels and make it for real with the evidence I have but we could take it for a test drive tonight?" Harold said.

I was deadpanned. "So Mrs. Morris is coming here tonight?"

"Any time."

"Lets do it then, drag that fucker out of my bed and make him piss all over himself. Can you get video of it all?"

"Sure. They have cam units on their riot helmets we can use. What about your wife?"

"She didn't protest that fucker killing me?" Harold shook his head. "Her too then. Drag that heartless cunt out of bed and stick your conspiracy to murder on her too. Can you show them any proof?"

"No we'll save it. We don't want them to know exactly what kind of evidence we have."

"Scare the shit out of them Harold. I'll pay your guys if I need to."

"Their not my guys Mike. They are real law enforcement. I'm just calling in a favor."

"It's your show Harold."

"Here you go Mike." Harold said handing me a piece of paper and a pen. "It's a legal document you have to sign giving us the right to enter your house by any means necessary." Harold let a chuckle slip out. "We don't want to get sued for breaking doors and windows."

My signature was pure venom. As I handed the document back to Harold, anger overtook me. "I give you permission to burn that fucking house down if you can drag those worthless fucks out of my house and humiliate them."

Vic's wife showed up and knocked on the door of the apartment. Harold answered it. "Mrs. Morris?"

"Yes. Are you Harold Dumont?" 

"Yes I am, please come in."

Victoria Morris entered the apartment and Harold introduced her to me.

Mrs. Morris was a pretty woman that I guessed was around my same age. 

"I have met you somewhere before Mr. Preston." She said looking into his eyes.

"We probably met at a function of our spouses' employer."

"That's right! Your wife is the pretty one..." She thought for a moment. "...Kimberly."

I smiled tightly. "That's her."

Victoria could feel the tension in the room and it made her uncomfortable. She turned to face Harold. "What's wrong Mr. Dumont? Why am I here?"

"Please sit down." Harold said to Victoria. They sat at the dining room table. Harold pulled a photograph from an envelope and placed it on the table upside down.

Harold began to speak. "Mike wanted to have this meeting here because of his safety Mrs. Morris. Your husband Vic has been having an affair with Mike's wife Kim for eight months. He hasn't been on a business trip this week; he's spent it with her here in town, in Mike's house as a matter of fact."

Harold turned over the photograph on the table to the hurt and watering eyes of Mrs. Morris. It was Vic and Kim lying nude on top of the sheets in Mike's bed. It was a picture taken this week at my house. There were come stains all over the sheets.

"That fucking bastard!" She said trying to hold her voice together. Victoria's voice quivered and her chest heaved as she burst into tears. Mike left the table to get the tissue box from the bedroom. Victoria took the tissues I handed her and managed a 'thank you'. 

"Mrs. Morris." Harold began. "Did you know or suspect you husband of having an affair?" She shook her head slowly.

"Your husband has been recorded making statements about terminating the life of Mr. Preston here to get him out of the way and Mrs. Preston collecting the life insurance apparently for the two of them. Did you know anything about that?"

Victoria began shaking her head slowly in morbid disbelief before bursting into tears.

Harold continued. "Your husband and Mr. Preston's wife are together as we speak. Do you have any objections to him being apprehended and questioned by law enforcement officers?"

"They'll both be apprehended?" She asked.

"Yes ma'am, they'll both be apprehended. Mrs. Preston did not embrace the idea each time your husband brought it up but he is pressing the issue. We have to act now before anything can happen to ensure the safety of Mr. Preston here."

"Yes, you do. Tear that bastard from her bed, he deserves what he gets."

"This will likely destroy him Mrs. Morris, are you prepared for that?"

"I have a prenuptial agreement. My family is well off. Now I understand some things from the past that he tried to do. Yes I do. He is a dangerous man Mr. Dumont. He deserves what he gets."

Harold Dumont lifted his phone to his ear and spoke a single word. "Go."

Harold stood and extended his hand to Mrs. Morris. "Ma'am, I am sorry to have told you like this. You seem like a nice woman, it was nice to meet you." Harold turned to Mike and extended his hand. "Mike, I'll be in touch, just sit tight."

With that, Harold went out the door and locked it behind him.

I didn't know quite what to do. "I'm really sorry Mrs. Morris."

"Please call me Victoria, Mike. It's not your fault. I'm just glad to have gotten this information before he was arrested. The kids are at my mother's house and I can deal with it by myself."

"I can't believe it. I've never been a marked man before."

Victoria shook her head. "I gave him everything I could, except all of my family's money. What's the deal with your wife? You seem like a nice guy. Do you beat her or abuse her somehow?"

I was taken aback. "I've never laid a hurtful finger on my wife Victoria. The only time I've even raised my voice to her has been in the most heated discussions. One day everything seemed fine and the next she was distant." I laughed.

"What?" Victoria asked.

"She only wanted to have sex with me when I brought home a bonus check. The rest of the time she dressed as bad as she could to keep me at bay. It was always laundry day."

Victoria looked confused for a moment and then it dawned on her what I meant. "Laundry day. Ragged un-sexy undergarments."

"Yea." I said.

"I always dressed for Vic. He wouldn't understand what laundry day is. Everything I wore was nice." Victoria bit at her lip. "He never worried about it much. I really can't remember the last time we were together. What about you?"

"Not really. The last time she offered was when I brought home a bonus check. I told her that she could have it without having to be with me."

"Good for you Mike Preston."

"Would you like something to drink Victoria?'

"Sure, water is good."

I had to get up and move around. Get up and quit looking at this woman. The more I looked at her the more things I found attractive about her. She didn't look like a woman who had been pregnant and had children. Not what I thought she should look like anyway. She was slim and fit. I couldn't imagine Vic not wanting to be with her.

"So what are you going to do Mike?" She asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I really don't know. Until I found out they were talking about offing me I thought that we would talk and maybe reconcile. Now I don't know. I can't imagine trusting her again. What about you?"

"He's out, no matter what. Vic deserves anything that happens to him for even mentioning killing another person for sex or money. The fact that he's been cheating on me this long really doesn't matter when put next to that."

I handed Victoria her water and she took a long drink. Her eyes welled up and she began to cry again. "I am sorry Victoria. I wish there were something I could say." It was all I had to offer her. 

Victoria stood from her seat and came to me. She put her arms around my body and buried her wet face into my collar. I put my arms around her shoulders and patted her on the back gently. My other hand went to the back of her head and held her.

"Am I that repulsive Mike? Am I so repulsive that a man would rather take another mans wife and kill her husband rather than be with me?"

"You're a beautiful woman Victoria. I don't know. I really don't' know you that well."

Victoria looked up at me with a suspicious gaze. I quickly took back what I had said.

"I didn't mean it that way. Maybe you're grouchy I said with a playful tone."

"I give that ass hole everything he could want and I'm not a nag either like a lot of the wives I see. He always goes and does as he pleases without so much as a word from me."

Victoria and I held each other and spoke looking into each others eyes. 

"Like I said, you are a beautiful woman Victoria---" Before I could finish, she leaned into me and pressed her lips against mine. I kissed her back before pulling away.

"We shouldn't do this. It's not right."

"Why not Mike? Those two have been getting their kicks at our expense and are probably still getting their kicks right now. I haven't had sex in months, hell maybe a year. While Vic has been getting off with your wife I've been..." She didn't have to finish saying that she had been satisfying herself. 

I took Victoria by the hand and led her to the bedroom. Once there, I kissed her again and unbuttoned her blouse. She in turn tugged at the fly of my pants and opened them up. I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it to the floor. We continued kissing and undressing each other until I released her full breasts from her ornate lace bra. We pressed our bare chests together. I was throbbing in anticipation. I slid Victoria's slacks to the floor where she stepped out of them. I laid her back on the bed. The ornate lace thong was all she wore. Standing before her, I slid my pants and shorts to the floor and stepped out of them. I pulled the panties from her body and dropped them to the floor. 

I pressed my body against Victoria and kissed her with my tongue. Our warm bodies slid across each other in warm sensuality. My fingers found her wet opening and probed deep inside of her. Victoria gasped quietly as if trying not to make a sound. She began to cry again. "No one has touched me for so long Mike, I'm sorry." 

I softly shushed her. "You are so beautiful Victoria. I can't wait to make love to you."

"Really?" She asked gently. "Will you make love to me Mike?" Victoria lifted her face to mine and kissed me again.

I pulled away from her and sat on my knees between her legs. I pulled her legs apart and looked at her body. She shaved the area between her legs so that it was only smooth silky skin. Her pink body was visible and wet. Victoria looked into my face as I held my shaft in my hand and guided it to her warm opening. When I had penetrated her, I lowered my chest to hers and laid down. I slid myself all of the way into her body and she tried to stifle her soft gasps. "How does that feel?" I asked in a lovers whisper. 

Victoria began to cry again. "Wonderful." She said. I slid back out and into her again slowly. Victoria pressed her lips together and closed her eyes. I did it again and again smoothly and deliberately. She put her arms around me and held me tight. I lifted myself from her and supported myself with my arms and hands at her sides. Victoria drew her knees back and clenched the edge of the bed behind her head. 

My forcefulness grew as did my speed. "It's okay. Let it out." I coached her. "It's just us here."

"Mmmmm." Was all that escaped her throat. Tears were rolling from the sides of her face. "It feels so good. Mmmm. Yes. Please don't stop."

"You are so beautiful Victoria. Am I pleasing you?"

Victoria held my hips and looked into my eyes, I slowed almost to a stop. "Yes Mike, yes you are. You can do it to me hard Mike I like it that way."

"You are beautiful Vicoria." I said singularly ramming my body deep inside of her. She gasped.

I rammed as hard as I could into her and as fast as I could manage. 

"Yes --- yes --- yes." She cried out. I felt her body stiffen and her voice squealed in a deep orgasm. Victoria's fluid surrounded my hard body. "Come in me Mike!"

I thrust into her several more times before pressing against her body and releasing. She must have felt it because every time my swollen member pulsed she whispered 'yes'.

We held each other until we felt that the need to get dressed. It had been a couple of hours since Harold had left and he would probably soon call.

Almost three hours had passed since Harold left before the phone rang. Vic was in jail. When they arrived at the house he and Kimberly were in bed so to speak. Vic had grabbed a gun thinking it was me and tried to shoot the officer. He was apprehended and cuffed without anyone being hurt. Apparently I have a bullet hole through my bedroom wall and an actual bullet lodged in my big screen television. 

The officers found a loaded handgun in Vic's car which was in my garage and they found some other evidence as well. Apparently it had gotten a little more serious since Harold last listened in on them. Kimberly was being held for questioning since she was in the act of sucking his balls dry when he unloaded the gun at the officers. Kimberly was pleading to see me supposedly. I told Harold that I wanted him to listen to the tape up to the point that the officers arrived to see what her side of the story factually was. 




The Life of Michael Preston Ch. 03



I called and left a message on my boss's phone and told him that I had an emergency and would need to be out the rest of the week. I knew he would be okay with that. I had never used any of the time that was available to me from day one except for the day I met Christine. With the news, Victoria began crying again and held herself against my chest. "I am so sorry Mike. I can't believe he would do this. I hope your wife is innocent Mike, I really do."

Harold said to sit tight until morning when he would know more. If Victoria was comfortable she could stay at the apartment too. She did. I turned down the lights and undressed her in silence. I pulled back the sheets and laid her down.

The next morning I awoke early and made breakfast for Victoria and myself. I served her breakfast in bed. We ate and talked. She told me about her childhood and I told her about mine. She grew up on a ranch that bred show horses. That was part of her family's wealth. I told her about the cattle my family raised and the horses I used to ride. Two different kinds of horses but each was some of our fondest memories. She said that she would probably take her kids back to the ranch when she had her things settled here.

"What about Vic and the kids?" I wondered aloud.

"Their not Vic's kids." She explained. "Their dad was killed right after the youngest was born. He was killed in a plane crash. As far as I'm concerned, Vic can rot in hell."

"You need some sunshine in your life Victoria."

"What are you going to do?" She asked.

"I'm really curious to hear what Harold tells me. I'll probably get a legal separation at least and put my life back into some kind of order before I do anything else. If I find out that she supported him in his scheme I'll divorce her as quickly as possible and move on without her. As much as she liked the money, the bonus checks I really don't know what I'll hear from Harold. Maybe she wanted me dead so she could collect one final fat check."

Victoria stood and put her arms around me. "It will work out for both of us."

All I could see was a woman hungry for human touch. Victoria wanted to hold and be held. She was a very sweet person.

The phone chirped. It was Harold Dumont. "Harold, what did you find out?" I asked anxiously. "She refused Mike. Vic kept pressing the point with her and she finally stood up and refused him. He batted her around a little bit and said he was going to do it anyway, she begged him not to. He told her she didn't have to do anything but be there for him. I'll tell you Mike that was one scared lady."

"So where is everything now?"

"She's still being held for questioning until things calm down here. It's really for her safety Mike."

"What about Vic?"

"Everything I have has been turned over to the police Mike. I'll go ahead and tell you Mike; Vic killed himself in his cell last night."

I was speechless.

"Mike?" 

"Yea I'm here."

"Is Mrs. Morris still there?"

"Yea."

"Don't tell her anything. I need to come and pick her up and bring her back to the station. K?"

"Yea, okay."

I had a thousand questions but wasn't able to ask because Victoria was sitting right next to me.

"So what did he say Mike?" Victoria asked impatiently.

"He said Kimberly was pretty upset but it looked like she was innocent as far as the plot on my life. Harold is coming over here to pick you up and take you to the station. You need to get dressed and ready. He'll probably be here in half an hour."

"What did he say about Vic?" 

"He said that he needed to take you to the station, That's all he gave me."

I took one of Harold's business cards from the counter and wrote my cell number on the back of the card. "Here's my number." I said. 

I don't know why I gave it to her but I did. Victoria accepted it and put it into her purse.

When Harold knocked we were both dressed and ready to go. Harold came in and shut the door. He had a serious look and a serious tone. "Both of you will be questioned probably at some time or another. Just to avoid a lot of bullshit I have the apartment next door to this one as well. Victoria, you stayed in the apartment next door. I brought you into this only last night after I had heard of your husbands plot to kill Mr. Preston here.

"Which is the way it really was?" She said factually.

"That's right." Harold said. "I told you what was happening and brought you here for safety just in case."

"Right."

"Mike." Harold said sticking out his hand to shake. "I'll be in touch."

Mr. Dumont led Victoria out the door and disappeared. I gathered my things and left the apartment. The drive home seemed long. I felt as though I had been gone longer than I actually had been.



The Life of Michael Preston Ch. 04



There was an officer posted at the door of my house who asked what business I had there. I pulled out my wallet and identification and showed the officer that I was the owner of this house. The officer apologized for his curtness and allowed me to enter. He said that the house had been searched for evidence and was waiting for the team to come and pick up their things. He warned me about the mess and apologized again. 

It looked like a tornado had ripped through the interior of my house. It seemed that nothing was where it was supposed to be. After two days of phone calls and hard work I was able to move all of my things to an apartment I rented in the city near my job. Apparently Kim didn't want to see me. She called her mother and flew home to stay with her. 

I packed everything she owned into boxes and put them into storage for her. I even put our mattress with the come stained sheets in there. A keepsake from her dead lover. I sent her mother a letter and told her where Kim could find her things. I wasn't hateful about it, just flatly matter of fact. 

What remained of my bonus check went into having the house cleaned up and put on the market. It cost me a hundred bucks to have the bullet hole through the walls repaired and touched up. My big screen television went to the dump. I decided it was time for a new model anyway, maybe plasma. I realized that I was having to try really hard to look on the bright side in spite of Vic not succeeding in blowing my brains out or however he planned my demise. 

About a week later Victoria called me. She told me about Vic killing himself and what was happening on her side of all of this. I told her that I had moved to an apartment closer to my job and that Kim had fled back home to her mother without any word at all. That pissed me off but at the same time I was glad. I would have released all of my anger, fear and uncertainty onto her in a torrent of heated condemnation. As much as I think it would have made me feel better, it's better I didn't. Victoria and I got together for dinner a couple of times but the hole in my heart seemed to have shut down my libido all together. I just couldn't bring myself to take Victoria up on her invitation to go back to her place for a drink. She understood when I told her how I felt. She admitted that she felt just the opposite. She felt liberated. 

Victoria's children were with her mother on the ranch and she planned to head that way as soon as everything was ironed out here. I asked where she was staying. She said she was renting one of the apartments from Harold until she could leave. 

Victoria visited several times over the next month before she left semi-permanently for her mother's ranch. I hoped that she would find the kind of guy that could appreciate her. She really was a sweet woman who just needed a good break in love. 

The rumor about me had made a surprisingly quiet round at work. A few people heard about it but none really bothered themselves with it. Christine had heard about it and offered her apology. She understood why I had distanced myself from her. We talked in the courtyard over lunch one day. We still sat across from each other at a distance hoping to quell the curiosity of any onlookers or gossipers. 

Since we each ate out there alone more than we actually ate together, our eating together hopefully appeared to be coincidence.

"So when can I bring you a house-warming gift for your new place?" Christine asked.

"Are you free this weekend?" I asked her.

"Yep. My classes are finished for three months. All I have to do is work Monday through Friday and relax on the weekends."

"So come over Friday."

"Tomorrow?"

I laughed at my oversight. "Yea, come over tomorrow. I'll cook or order out or something." 

"I'm holding my breath." Christine said with an eager smile.

.

Christine arrived at my door the next evening holding flowers. I showed her in and put the flowers into the only vase I had. 

"Mind if I take off my jacket?" She asked.

"Please do." I said with a quick smile.

Christie unbuttoned and slid the jacket from her shoulders. All she was wearing was a small teddy. I couldn't help staring at her body. It was becoming obvious that my libido was back.

"What are you thinking Mike?" Christie said with a sensual velvety voice.

I had been here before and I trusted her. "I was visualizing myself tearing that teddy off of you and then fucking you."

"Just fucking me?" She asked playfully.

"No."

"What then?" Christie challenged.

"Without a word I went to Christie, took her by the arm and led her to the table. "Take off your heels and stand on the chair." I said. 

Christie eagerly kicked off her heels and stood up on the dining room chair. I grabbed the crotch of her teddy and pulled it open. With one hand I spread her pussy open and two fingers of the other hand slid into her body. Christie sighed.

"I've missed you Mike."

"I've missed you too Christie."

"Sit on the table." I said boldly. Christie sat. I grabbed the front of her teddy and ripped it down the front. I hungrily attacked her full breasts with my mouth. My fingers reentered her. It really seemed like this went on for some time but in actuality it lasted maybe two minutes. Sex has a funny way of warping time. I pulled myself away and completely tore the shredded teddy from her body, pushed her back onto the table and plunged my face between her legs. 

I licked and lapped until her pussy and clit were swollen and aching for penetration. Christie whined. 'Please do it Mike, I can't wait any longer.' When I couldn't stand the thought of not fucking her any longer, I ripped my own shirt off, dropped my pants to the floor and thrust into her on the tabletop. I fucked Christine with every ounce of strength I had. When my explosion built up I cried out. The ecstasy of ejaculating charged through my body and I released. 

Christine and I showered together and then enjoyed our quiet lazy meal together. 

"Have you ever done that before? Ripping off clothes and stuff?" She asked.

Now that it was after the fact I was a little embarrassed my actions. "No, never."

"Did you like it?" She asked.

"Did you?" I responded with some trepidation.

"I did. You?"

"I have never had sex feel that intense." 

"Me either." She said almost surprised at herself. She could see the skepticism on my face.

"That was a fantasy of mine. To just be taken. Having my clothes ripped off and just plunged into so intensely."

I had to laugh. "I guess that just taking a woman was a fantasy of mine. The day we were sitting at the park the thought of taking you right then and there crossed my mind... and just then you asked me what I was thinking." I laughed again.

"I wish you would've. I was sitting there wishing that you would just push me back and take me."

I shook my head. "There's no way to know. "I have a one tenth percent chance of it actually being a hot and lusty encounter and a ninety nine point nine percent chance of going to jail for attempted rape. Had I known though, I would have had my way with you ma'am."

"Tell me more of your fantasies." I said. Christie took a breath as if to speak and then settled into the couch. "I can't tell you my fantasies, they wouldn't be fantasies then."

"You don't want them to happen?" I asked.

"Sure I do but you're not supposed to tell them to people."

"Then you'll have about as much chance of them happening as you did of me ravaging you at the park." 

"That is a good point." Christie said defeated.

I was a 'good girl' in school. I didn't have sex until my senior year and that was with the guy I dated all through high school. I saw three guys during my undergraduate college time, the last one made me decide to write off guys for a while. He was looking for a girl to take home to momma that would just have kids, cook and clean. I decided that I wanted to have fun and play and maybe experiment a little. I didn't want to be a slut and bang whomever whenever. I wanted it to be the right guy, preferably a mature normal guy that could understand."

I was actually getting aroused again. "And...." I asked almost holding my breath.

"I decided finally that no such person existed." Christie smiled slyly. "And then I met a guy named Michael Preston." Christie's slight smile was so sexy. 

"So that beautiful head of yours does carry a few fantasies?"

"A few." She smiled. "I'm afraid to tell you though. I don't want you to run or anything."

"There's no way for me to know what you're talking about but as long as it doesn't have anything to do with me and another guy you're on pretty safe ground."

"Are you horny?" Christie asked.

Instead of answering I simply showed her.

Christie asked me if I would do something to her and I obliged. For the fantasy of a beautiful woman, sure.

Christie lay on the floor of the living room and began pleasing herself. Her body was extraordinary. It was my job just to watch anything that interested me. Everything about her body interested me. She said that every time I thought of wanting to fuck her to tell her. "You're making me want you." I said fairly early on. She corrected me. "I want to fuck you." I said. 

After fifteen minutes of watching her fondle her pussy and telling her I wanted to fuck her, I stood above her and masturbated. She never took her hungry eyes off of my cock. Soon my cock was spurting into the air and onto her body. Christie lay on the floor with come on her body and face as well as a look of satisfaction. 

Christie was still wrapped in sheets asleep in my bed at 9:30 in the morning while I made a light breakfast and coffee in the kitchen. The silence of the morning was interrupted by the quiet warbling of my telephone. "Hello?" I said answering it.

"Hello Michael..." The familiar voice said into my ear and my blood froze.

It was Joan, Kimberly's mother.

"Hi Joan, how are you?" I asked more out of habit than concern. Joan was a nice woman. Most guys that I know do not get along with their mother. I always got along fine with Joan. It was just that talking to her put me that much closer to Kimberly, she was a link and I still wasn't ready to go there. I really just wanted Kim to get her shit out of storage so I wouldn't have to bother paying the bill every month.

"I'm okay Michael, How are you doing?" Joan asked. I could immediately tell that she was tired. Joan was normally one of those women who still looked damn well for her age and probably would until the day she died. She normally spoke with energy in her voice that matched her looks. She sounded like she looked tired and haggard.

"Oh not too bad Joan, a day at a time as they say." The chit chat how's the weather talk was painfully obvious already. Joan finally came to the point.

"Michael, I'm not going to make excuses for what Kimberly did, that's not what I called for."

"I'm sorry Joan but what did you call for?"

Joan sighed and paused for a moment. "I want to say that I understand how you feel Michael but you know that I don't. I have never been betrayed like you have..."

"...I know also that you can't know how I feel, watching my daughter sit in her room all day falling to pieces is the most painful thing I have ever been through. Kimberly has only left that room when I have forced her to and that has only been a few times."

"I'm sorry Joan." I said trying to be as compassionate as possible. "I don't know what you're going through but I know it hurts."

"It does Michael, it really does. The worst thing for a parent is to see one of their children in pain, especially when it feels like you're helpless to do anything about it."

I remained silent. I liked Joan, I really did but I didn't really want to chat it up with her or listen to her problems. 

"What happens between you and Kim is up to you and Kim but I have something that I think you should see."

"What is it?" I asked.

"I can't say Michael." Joan said it with a twinge of suspicion in her voice. "I just wanted to let you know that I was sending a package to you. I have included everything needed to ship it back as well, including the cost. Whether you look at it or not, please ship it back as soon as you can?"

I agreed to shop it back, whatever it was as soon as I could. I couldn't imagine what in the hell Joan would be sending me. Thankfully I was able to finally hang up the phone.

One Friday upon arriving at my post box, I found a certified letter/package slip with the rest of the mail. I wanted to put off making a trip to the crowded post office but was curious as to what this was for. Joan didn't say directly but it was obvious it had something to do with Kimberly.

The package I received was the one from Kim's mother. It was a box and inside of it there was something about the size of a book that was wrapped in brown paper. It did indeed have something to do with Kimberly. Kim's mother included a note that read 'Nothing will excuse what happened but this will make sense out of it.' The package was Kim's diary. Michael knew this because Kim wrote in her journal at least once a week; and had since she was twelve. 



The Life of Michael Preston Ch. 05



Somehow, Kim's diary sitting on my table made the empty apartment even more quiet. It seems like such a simple thing. Just read it. Apparently, it's not as simple for me as it was for Kim's mother, Joan. 

Kim has kept a diary or journal since she was fairly young. I remember when we moved in together after our wedding there were all of these boxes that were numbered and each one was equal in size and weight. After everything was in the small house and the trucks and people had left we were just sitting there enjoying being together in a place of our very own and I saw the boxes neatly stacked in numerical order. 

"What are those numbered boxes Kim?" I asked getting her attention and pointing at the stack near the wall. 

"Those are my journals." As if saying 'those are my games or 'those are my towels.' 

"Your what?" I needed clarification. 

"My journals. I guess they're like diaries. I've kept them since I was probably nine or ten. 

I don't know what the look on my face was to her, but Kim suddenly added. "Mike, you won't read them will you?" 

The thought hadn't even occurred to me. "Why would I do that?" I asked somewhat perplexed. 

"I can send them back to my parent's house or put them in storage…or…" 

"Kim…" I said interrupting her. "…I'm not going to read your journals. If you want them here, okay. If you want them at your parents, okay. They are your journals, put them where you want them. 

The room suddenly carried an edge of tension. Not a big one but enough for me to be uncomfortable simply because it was there. 

The boxes stayed where they sat for several days until one day I came home from work and they were gone. I never thought that those specific boxes were gone but just that the house was suddenly a house and not a box storage. Everything was put away and the walls decorated. I can still see the small kitchen table with the white linen table cloth and a single silver candlestick holder and candle in the middle of it. We were home. 

It was not until we bought our first house that I saw the boxes again. Kim had stored them in the back of the spare bedroom closet. I was getting everything out that could be easily moved while Kim was packing loose items such as dishes and bathroom knick-knacks into boxes for transit. 

"Sweetheart…" I said coming into the room red-faced and hot from humping boxes into the garage for loading. "…I think your journal boxes are in the back bedroom closet? Do you want me to move them or just leave them for you?"

Kim said that she would move the boxes herself. Okay. Apparently I couldn't be trusted moving her beloved boxes.

Through the years, the growing boxes were simply ignored. I acted as if they didn't exist. There were times that I came across the current journal in our bedroom and passed it over. I never wanted to read what was in them.

Now I had the journal that probably contained Kim's affair with Vic and whether it was her ingrained mistrust of my reading them or just knowing the sordid details of her fling, I really didn't want to read it. 

With the hardbound journal still lying on the table, I arbitrarily flipped it open. I always liked Kim's handwriting. I'm sure it came from writing so much. Perfectly graceful and evenly spaced words filled the pages. 

'Vic brought it up again. I don't know what to do.'

Anger filled my chest as soon as my mind processed the words on the page. I wanted to scream at her 'You fucking bitch! Call it off and call the cops!'

I slammed the book closed and then threw it across the room. It ricocheted off of the wall and hit the door. The book came to rest in an upside down 'V'. 'Upside down 'V'' I thought with a smirk. Somehow that equated in my mind to dead Vic. 'Rot in hell you fuck!' I didn't say it out loud but as it passed through my mind the feeling of contempt washed over my body.

I stepped toward the door. I was going to stomp that fucking book into the floor and kill it the way they were going to kill me. I was going to kill Kim's words. Just as I approached the door, the phone rang. I kicked the journal over and picked up the cordless from the coffee table.

"Hello?" I probably said it with anger in my voice. I couldn't tell.

"Mike?"

"Who the fuck is this?!" I said allowing my anger to rise again. I knew good and well it was Kim. My anger flared and I felt relieved at the same time.

"It's me Mike, Kim." She spoke softly and evenly.

"Okay?"

"I'm sorry to bother you Mike but I was calling about my journal."

There's a fucking surprise. "Why doesn't that surprise me Kim? Oh, because that is the one thing that you've ever really cared about."

"Did you read it?" Kim asked maintaining her soft even tone.

"No Kim I didn't read it, well except for the page where your rat fuck boyfriend was planning to kill me and you just couldn't bring yourself to break it off with him and GO TO THE COPS! But no I didn't read it, I know how the story ends without it. You fuck and suck him to the end with my life insurance policy right there and now the spineless coward is a rotting corpse."

"That's not why I called Mike. You can read it if you want to. You can read all of my journals if you want to." Kim paused and I let the silence hang.

"I didn't want you to read it because I didn't want to hurt you further. You can read it and see how everything transpired but it will only make it hurt more because the whole story is not in that journal."

"Well goddamn Kim. I'd sure like to have every thrusting detail."

"That stuff isn't in there Mike. Listen, my mom thought she was doing the right thing because she read it and saw things that she knew you were not aware of. She had no hope of getting us back together. She just wanted you to see how much I loved you in spite of what I did."

"That's a fucked up kind of love Kim. I'll just have to take your word for it."

"I really believe you loved me at least until that night at the house."

"The night you and Vic were fucking in our bed and he nearly shot a cop thinking it was me?" 

"Yes, at least until then I think you loved me or you wouldn't have bothered"

"Okay?" I said hoping she would get to the point.

"I believe you loved me even though you were seeing someone else at the time."

I ignored the statement. "Okay?"

"If you loved me until then, then I would like to give you the rest of the story. No matter what you plan to do Mike, I want you to know everything."

"So what is everything?"

"In person Mike."

"What do you mean in person?"

"I want you to know everything but I need to look into your eyes and tell you in person."

"What? You want me to fly out there and sit down with you over your mom's kitchen table?"

"No. I'm coming there to get my things out of storage. I hoped we could meet somewhere quiet."

I agreed to sit down with Kim. I invited her to come to my apartment where she could say what she felt she needed to say without worrying about passers-by. Fact is. I didn't want people around when I ended up blowing up at her and yelling. Calling a woman a fucking murderous cunt in public can cause folks to be a bit weary.

Kim would be coming in two days. On Friday.

The two days that passed were longer than usual. My mind wondered around what Kim thought she had to tell me that was so important. I sat in the courtyard at lunch and was joined by Christi on one of the days. We talked about work and a little about us. She apologized for neglecting me all week but I knew that she was busy with work. 

Christie's car was always in the parking garage when I got there and was still there when I left. Of course she couldn't discuss the case with me but I knew her firm was working something big. 

She made me promise that when she could get away that I would relieve all of her stress with several long hard fucks over the weekend. Even as distracted as I was with Kim coming, I couldn't say no to such a request. Christi was irresistible that way. Her long legs just begged to be spread so that I could lick her body. I loved looking at her nude body stretched out on the bed. 

In the elevator one day I overheard two guys talking about her when she stepped out.

'Damn.' One said. The other one said quietly chuckling. 'I'd drink her bath water.' They turned to see if I was listening. I just looked at my watch and up at the display as if I was hurrying to a meeting.

Friday came and I walked into my apartment after work. I was nervous. I was emotionally tired and not looking forward to hashing it out with Kim tonight. My thoughts moved to Christi. I hoped she would be able to get away this weekend.

I showered and changed and made myself a drink. I thought that I might need a stiff drink to quell my nerves. It appeared that the time had arrived. There was a knock at the door.

I opened it and sure enough there was Kim. She was the breathtaking angel I had known her to be in the past. A far cry from the soggy sheet wearing tramp of that fateful night she was dragged from my bed with her lover.

"Hi Mike." She said almost sadly. "Can I come in?"

"Sure. Come on in." I said stepping aside and holding my arm out as if to show her the way.

Kim stepped into the apartment and turned to see me close the door.

"You look good Mike. Are you still working out?"

"Yep. Still working out. You?"

"I didn't for a while but I started back again a few weeks ago."

"You look good. Can I get you a drink?"

"I'd like to have one of those she said looking at my glass but I better not. How about some water?"

"Water it is."

I disappeared around the corner into the kitchen and pressed one of the crystal glasses against the crushed ice dispenser on the fridge door and then filled it with water from the same.

"Here you are." I said handing her the glass.

"Thank you."

"So where would you be most comfortable?" I asked.

"The table is good." She said.

I pulled out a chair for her and then went around the table and sat down across from her seat. The journal was sitting in the middle of the table. Kim picked it up and sat it aside as if it were insignificant and in the way.

"Thank you for seeing me Mike. I've dreaded and looked forward to this day for a long time."

I didn't say anything. I smiled politely and nodded slightly whatever that meant.

"I'm just going to jump in. We can save the chit-chat for some other time. Is that okay?"

"It's your time Kim. I'm listening.

"I was disenchanted Mike. I thought that I wanted to stay at home but after a while I felt like you were out doing business and I was stuck at home just doing your bidding and being out of touch with the world…"

"…I went back to work and I enjoyed it but we never got to see each other. You got your new job and moved up the ladder and started working even more.

I missed you at home Mike. My head played all kinds of games like that you were having an affair and that's what kept you away from home most nights.

"If you weren't having an affair then being in the powerful position you were in, someone would notice you and you would end up having an affair. Some young pretty girl would catch your eye and that would be it.

"We didn't have much of a love life. We would have sleep sex once in a while in the middle of the night or I would put on something pretty but it was all the same.

"Don't get me wrong Mike, I always liked being with you but I was bored. I wanted more excitement but you always seemed so tired. I didn't want to pressure you.

"Something in me snapped. I decided that you were cheating on me but there was no way I could catch you. I just decided that you were and I shut down.

"That was at the same time that Vic started coming on to me and I gave in with a feeling of revenge for what you had been doing to me. Even though you probably weren't.

"I cheated on you Mike. No matter what you were doing, I cheated on you. It lasted off and on for a while. The thing with Vic wasn't a daiy affair, it was whenever I wanted it.

" wanted to be wild. Vic really never was. He just talked a lot. At some point he became more interested. Where before he was always worried about his wife finding out, he suddenly didn't care so much and wanted to see me more. I found out why later when he brought up his awful scheme.

"Vic overheard me talking to one of my girlfriends at work. I was telling her about the great benefits you had with your job and I told her about the insurance policy that they provide for you.

"That's when Vic started pouring on the charm and making promises and wanting to see me every chance he could. I had naively told him about the things that made me angry with you and he tried to do just the opposite. He told me he loved me and wanted to marry me and eventually I began to fall for it.

"It made me feel good that he was willing to leave his beautiful wife for me. He said that she was a crazy spendthrift in spite of her looks and would one day put him in the poorhouse.

"I did find out later that it was the other way around.

"One day Vic commented how nice and convenient it would be if our spouses 'kicked the bucket'. I didn't take it for anything other than a lovers desire to be legitimate. I agreed that it would be convenient.

"Vic agreed and made light of all the money we would have. Your policy and the policy he had on his wife…Veronica?

I interjected at this point. "His wife's name was Victoria. He had an insurance policy on Victoria?"

"Yes. He said that he did. He had a million dollar policy on her.

"Was he planning to kill his wife too?" I asked incredulously.

Kim nodded. "He did mention it later."

"I can't believe you went along with all of this Kim."

Kim's eyes moistened. "I didn't Mike."

"So why didn't you quit seeing him and let some people know what was going on?"

Kim crossed her arms over her lap and lowered her head. "He trapped me. I was trying to figure out how to get out without getting hurt."

"What do you mean? He threatened you too?"

"Not really like that…" Kim winced before continuing. "He had pictures of me and video. I was afraid he would give them away or put them on the internet if I just broke it off and walked out. I realized pretty quick after that just how dirty he was."

"So what did you do?"

Kim continued. "I went along as everything had before. I was trying to figure out how to get out of the mess I had gotten myself into. I played along like I wanted nothing more than just to be with that scum bastard.

"He started talking more and more about 'doing it' and I tried to tell him that it was stupid. Money wasn't that important. I couldn't threaten him that I would leave, I was afraid he might just decide to kill me so that his scheme would stay a secret or try and hurry up and hurt or kill you so that I didn't have you to run back to. I didn't know what to do.

"When you told me that you had to go out of town I knew that was my chance. Vic was trying to get me to go out of town with him and I kept making excuses why I couldn't go and you suddenly announced that you had to leave on business.

"When I told Vic he was ecstatic. I asked him to bring over all of the pictures and videos so that I could look at them with him. I wanted them back because it was all going to end that week.

"Vic pressed and pressed about 'doing it.' He wanted to kill you that weekend. I had to know that he was dead serious. He was. He had your insurance policy out and was reading the fine print. I couldn't sway him from it. I flatly refused that night and he told me 'you don't even have to be there. Just be here when I get back.'

I had to interject once again. "Kim, you were fucking him when the cops showed up. I saw video of you sucking his dick and riding him before the cops showed up."

Kim didn't even flinch. "I was Mike. I fucked him like he liked it. I needed him to be convinced that I was with him even if I didn't want to go along with it. I couldn't leave any doubt in his mind."

"Why?" I asked. What was all of this leading up to?

"I was going to kill him Mike."

"What?!" I said stunned.

"That was the only way. He couldn't be arrested unless he did something which it would have been too late. I couldn't just leave him. He would have killed me to cover it up and probably you just to spite me. That left his wife. He would have eventually killed her to collect the money, I'm sure of it.

"He was supposedly out of town so that gave me the perfect opportunity to end it that week."

"How did you plan to do it?" I asked.

"I hid a gun in the car. I was going to suggest that we take a drive after we finished having sex and once we got out of town I was going to tell him that I wanted to slide into the back seat and undress and pleasure myself some more until he wanted to stop and fuck. As soon as he stopped, put the car into gear and got out to join me I was going to blow his brains out."

"You're kidding?" I said in disbelief.

"No Michael, I'm not kidding. The police found the gun in the car and asked me about it."

"I know they found a gun in the car. So you told them that you put it there?"

Kim shrugged and shook her head. "They had him. They had him on tape conspiring to kill you. As far as I was concerned… every gun they found was his possible murder weapon."

"I just figured it was another of Vic's guns he might use to off me."

"No Michael, I put it there to kill that greedy bastard myself."

I could only nod as the whole story raced and tumbled through my mind.

"Michael, I was disenchanted. You were focused on your career and working long hours. One side of me understood because you worked so hard and were so successful… but the other side of me became suspicious.

"What if you weren't working late? Maybe you had found someone else to be with. I wondered that because you didn't come on to me."

I cut in. "I would try to be with you Kim. I would come on to you and end up just getting off while you lay there."

"I would try to play Michael but you would just push me back and 'wham bam."

I didn't agree but at the same time I couldn't dispute her.

"I'm not prying Mike but can you honestly tell me that sex with your lover is like the sex that we had or is it like nothing you've ever had before?"

I had nothing to lose. There was no doubt that Kim knew about either Christi or Victoria somehow. "It's like nothing I've ever had before Kim but it's also everything that I wanted with you."

"So why was it never that way?"

I reminisced in my mind allowing a faint smile to cross my face. "I had a one hundredth percent chance that you would go for it and a ninety nine point nine nine percent chance that you would label me a pervert, freak or disrespectful pig. Some things just aren't worth the risk… until you know what you're missing.

"I got the pig for sure… But you're right Mike, you had no way of knowing and I didn't do it either for the same reason." Kim said regretfully shaking her head. "I'm glad the one you got was good Mike, she has to be if she's with you."

I didn't comment about that. "You were right Kim. There were a lot of things I didn't know. I'm sorry."

"Me too Mike."

Kim and I sat there quietly for what seemed a long time… and didn't. We were both running over what was in our minds now.

"Well, listen Mike. I'm staying at the Hilton. If you have any questions about anything just call me. I'm not sure how long I'll be here, either till tomorrow or Sunday."

"I should be around here most of the weekend so if there's anything, you know… give me a call."

It was awkward. Kim was backing away toward the door and we both knew that once she went through that door something would change. The room was thick with the feeling.

"Don't leave Kim." I said. I didn't move, I just spoke to her.

Kim stopped and turned. A subtle look of relief washed over her face.




The Life of Michael Preston Ch. 05



"Don't leave."

Kim stayed that night. We talked and made love into the middle of the night. The last thing she said before going to sleep was…

"I want to have fun with sex Mike. Can we explore together?"

I could oblige her there.

Thank you for reading my first novel 'The Life of Michael Preston' I really enjoyed writing it. Thank you all for your positive votes too! If you liked the story, bookmark me as an author in your in your control panel favorites and check back often. I have quite a few stories in the works right now including another Novel. I'll be sure and not begin publishing the long ones until I can post them all at once.

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