37 comments/ 81913 views/ 32 favorites I Should Know By: DG Hear Thank you to LadyCibelle and Techsan for editing my story. I couldn't submit it without their help. They are the best. * "Mr. Wilson, can I ask you a question?" "Sure, Tim, feel free to ask me anything, anytime. What can I help you with? By the way, just call me Ray. I know I'm older but we work together and it's fine with me. I call my dad Mr. Wilson," I laughed. "Ray, I want to ask my girlfriend to get married. I'm afraid, because so many marriages end in divorce and I don't just want to be one of the statistics." I laughed out loud, "Tim, you should be talking to your mother, not me. Your mom and dad were married nearly twenty-three years before he passed away a few months ago. I've been married and divorced three times in my life." "Mom told me a lot of what works in a marriage, but I think that a young couple need to understand the pitfalls if they're to make it. Not being disrespectful, but there are reasons why your marriages didn't make it. If I could learn to avoid some of those types of mistakes, I believe it would give Katie and me a better chance of survival." I looked at the young lad and thought about how mature his thinking was. Here I was his foreman in our warehouse where I've worked twenty-five of my forty-five years. He was hired about two months ago and was a hell of a good worker. His mom was one of the secretaries that worked here and helped get him an interview. I remember telling him when I interviewed him for the position that if he ever had a question or a problem that my door was always open. I sat there a few minutes and started to think about my past. ------------------------- The kid was right. I was married and divorced three times. My first marriage was when I was really young. I don't think I was ready for marriage but my hormones thought differently. I had sex with my girlfriend at the time and of course she got pregnant. I liked her a lot but was it love? Looking back I think I loved her but it was the hormones doing most of my thinking. We did get married and she had the child. Two years later we had our second one. Now we had one of each, a boy and a girl, and she started on birth control. Our life was full of ups and downs. I can't paint a pretty picture here. I was an immature kid that thought I should have my cake and eat it too. Whenever we had an argument, I headed to the local pub and drank. A couple of times I had sex with a bar broad. All I wanted was to get my rocks off. Life went on for about twelve years. I wasn't the best husband but I wasn't the worst either. I liked my sports and went to a few different games a year. When the kids got a little older, I took them with me. As far as sex was concerned I thought our sex life was pretty good. I didn't realize it at the time but when we both put love into the equation, it was much better. She got off most of the time, so I figured I did my job, forgetting about the cuddling and romance. One day Marsha, my first wife, and I were invited to a Fourth of July pool party. We had just had another argument over God knows what. She told me to go to the damn party alone. I was pissed and, of course, I went. There were about fifty people at this party. A lot of the people I had grown up with. There stood Jessica Parker, every guy's wet dream all through school. I remember wanting to lay this gal, but she always teased me. I heard she was back in town. She was recently divorced from an attorney. As the party went on, I approached Jessica. She had taken her shawl off and had only her two piece bathing suit on. Damn, she looked hot. I began talking to her and we were both getting kind of high on booze. I asked her if she wanted to take a walk back by the pine trees. It was dark back there with very little lighting. They had a few lounge chairs set up back there. Jessica and I began talking about our old school days and I reminded her of how hot she was and how I always dreamed about her. She smiled and said, "Do you want that dream to come true?" God, I couldn't believe my luck. I pulled off my swim trunks and she came over to me and while facing me, pulled her bottoms to one side showing me her shaved pussy. She climbed on my lap and let my cock slide right into her wet cavity. Damn, did it ever feel good! She rode my cock until I spewed my juices deep into her cavern, as she was making noises of climaxing also. We both were coming and I looked up and there stood Marsha. I had no idea she was there. I was totally lost for words. What do you say to your wife who just saw you fuck a woman in front of her? "Hope you enjoyed your piece of ass, Ray. You'll never get another one off me," spoke Marsha. She turned around and headed out of there. By the time Jessica got off my lap and I got my shorts back on, Marsha was gone. Jessica didn't say much of anything. She pretty much said, "Thanks for the fuck," and walked away. I wasn't sure what to do. My marriage, my kids, my life were all turned upside down; all for a fuck. I drove home but of course she had the storm doors locked from the inside, so I slept in the car. The next morning one of the kids let me in. Marsha got up and wouldn't talk to me. I begged and pleaded with her to take me back. I promised I would never do it again. After days of arguing, she told me I could live there for the sake of the kids. I think back now how many people stay together for the sake of the kids. Are the kids really better off in a home like this or a single parent home? We could act like a normal family but there would be no sex. For the time being, I was happy; I figured eventually things would get back to normal. We did stay together for the sake of the kids. I pretty much ruined our sex life. It was a couple of months later when she finally gave in. One evening after we went to bed, I cuddled up to her butt, pressing myself against her. It wasn't the same; she didn't put any love into it. Once every two or three months she would spread her legs and we would have sex. She called it her wifely duty and did her best not to put anything into it. When our daughter turned eighteen, Marsha, handed me divorce papers. I was almost dumbfounded. "What the hell is this all about?" I asked. Marsha, said, "I stayed with you for the last six years for the sake of the kids. I lost my love and respect for you; you know when. I'm going on with my life now. I'd like to say it was fun, but it wasn't." There was nothing more to say. I often wonder how many marriages are out there like mine was, everyone going through the motions, but deep down suffering in their own way. Marsha worked at an attorney's office and had all the papers ready. She handled all the bills and had everything in perfect order. She actually had everything broken down in two stacks of who got what. She even had two savings accounts set up, separate credit cards, everything divided equally. She must have been working on setting this all up for the last six years. I was just too blind to see. There was no reason to fight anything. Her love for me, if it ever existed was gone. I guess I was a guy just going down his own path, doing my thing, till it bit me in the ass. I moved out with my share of the equity she had set up and moved into an apartment. The kids were now eighteen and twenty, but stayed with their mom till they finished their education. I didn't pay child support because they were older and she didn't ask for spousal support since she made as much as I did. I found out later that she told the kids a year or so before that we probably wouldn't be staying together. I guess it lessened the blow for them. They're both married with their own families now. I see them all on special occasions but not much more. I love them but I guess a lot of not seeing them was because of how I screwed up their lives. I was there for both of their weddings. Their mom took care of most everything. She did ask that I not bring my wife at the time. It was actually a good thing which I found out later, since the next two marriages didn't last but a couple of years all together. Marsha got remarried about two years after our divorce to an attorney at their firm. I honestly don't know if she ever cheated on me but it's all in the past. Wife number two was Brenda. She was more of a rebound wife. I met her at the bar and we talked regularly and of course it led to sex. I didn't like living alone and Brenda was also divorced. One day while I was pumping it into her, I guess I found a moment of weakness and after I came I told her we should move in together. She was probably five years older than me. She could sure move those hips. She also gave great oral sex. I often wondered how she became so good at sex. She could do it all. Sexually, she was great, but that's where it ended. She wasn't much of a cook and we didn't have much in common except for the sex. It was only about a year after we got married that I found her screwing a contractor. I decided to come home for lunch for some sex and found this asshole in my bed pumping Brenda for all he was worth. I grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him off of her. I got in a couple of good licks before he was able to get up and run out the door. Brenda sat up on the bed and screamed. I told her to get her ass out of my bed and get the fuck out. She grabbed a robe and ran out, afraid I was going to hit her next. I went to the closet and started throwing out anything that belonged to her. After the first couple of handfuls of clothes went out the door, she screamed for me to stop. The neighbors were coming out to see what the commotion was. She asked for the contractor's pants and I threw it all out except his wallet. I told him his wife should know what a fine husband he was and I would deliver it to her personally. I took the next day off work and went to see his wife. She came to the door in a near see through nightgown. I could see she didn't have on anything under it. I asked to see her husband and she said he had called her the night before and told her he would be home late. He had an emergency plumbing job and might even have to spend the night away. I guess my wife was the one who needed her plumbing fixed. He didn't make it home. He had called her just before I got there and said he would see her that evening. She looked at me and asked if she could help me. I knew right then that their marriage was a fuck who you want marriage. I gave her his wallet and told her I caught him fucking my wife. She hardly batted an eye. She invited me in and as soon as she closed the door she told me it was time to get even. She unzipped my pants and had me sit on the couch. She then straddled my lap and lowered herself onto my rigid cock. I took her once from the front and after a cup of coffee and a little rest, I took her from behind. She told me later that they had a very open marriage. There was no real love but they both did their own thing. She said I could come back anytime. I often wondered what would happen up the road in a marriage based on nothing but loose sex. It probably wasn't any worse than mine. Marriage number three came a couple of years later. I met a younger gal who was in a bad marriage, or so she said. We met in a lounge one evening and hit it off pretty good. We began having sex, even that first night. She ended up divorcing her husband and we ended up getting married a few months after the divorce was final. The marriage was full of sex. As long as I was available for sex and took her places, everything was fine. She had the 'What about me?' complex. I told her I wasn't made of money and we couldn't eat out every night. I had a job to go to everyday. Of course, it was the same old story. You've read it over and over again. Wife gets job, wife gets bored with husband, wife finds another boyfriend, because husband doesn't pay enough attention to her. Wife fucks new boyfriend, husband finds out and divorces third wife. Of course I beat the living shit out of the guy. Well, anyway the cops came and locked me up for twenty-four hours. I went to court but the judge just fined me and put me on probation. I applied for divorce number three and told her if she even thought of fighting me and asking for anything she could end up dead. It was enough to scare her into accepting my demands. I was alone again. I was thinking how stupid my life had been. I screwed around on my first wife and got divorced. My second and third wives both cheated on me after failed marriages. Shouldn't it stand to reason that if a woman cheats on her husband to be with me, that the chances of her cheating on me are about ninety-nine percent? I think there is a lot of truth when they say the blood flows from your brain and into your dick. It's why we don't seem to think enough about the consequences when we get a hard-on. It wasn't anyone's fault but my own. I made my bed and now was sleeping in it. I really have matured throughout the years. I guess we all have a lot of things we would do differently if we could do it all over again. There are no do-overs in real life. All we can do is learn from our mistakes. I sure learned from mine. Maybe I could really help Tim down the right track in life. All he would have to do is look at what I did and do the opposite. I looked over and the young lad and said, "Tim I'm going to give you the best advice I can give. I do want you to understand that this is just Wilson's Law, it's only what I think. When you first get married, you think it's all about love, but it's not. It's mostly about sex and how good it feels, and how you never want it to end. You vow to love eternally during these love sessions. You both enjoy each other's bodies to the fullest." I continued, "What you must understand is that men and women are truly different. You want your rocks off, while your wife wants to cuddle and be romanced. The two of you will argue over the dumbest things and one of you will walk out to cool off. This is not good. You need to talk and communicate with each other. Let her know your likes and also your dislikes. You must know hers as well. Communication is the answer to a happy and successful marriage." "Ray, what if we don't see eye to eye on things?" Tim asked. "You won't always see eye to eye, but you both need to know when to give in a little. You must find a mutual ground or you will fail. If you don't like meatloaf, she shouldn't make it for you. Of course, you need to tell her and don't lie about it. If she doesn't want you to go out with the guys, find out why. A night out with the guys could make her feel insecure. In the same vein, a night out with the girls might prove disastrous if other guys are involved. You both need to know where you stand. A night out together or with friends might be rewarding for both of you." "Wow, Ray, you seem to know a lot." "Tim, it's learning from experience. I did a lot of the wrong things. Don't put anyone or anything before your wife. She's more important than your friends, parents, work, or anything else. Always do for her first. If you both always put each other first, then you have a good chance of lasting. It's funny in a way, the more you do for her, the more she will want to do for you. That is, of course, if you two truly love each other and want to make it work. "Also, Tim, don't think the grass is greener next door. It might be different but not better. Do your loving at home with your wife. Cheating is the number one cause of divorce in a marriage. If you feel an urge around another woman, get the hell out of the situation. Tell Katie the same thing about other men. Don't think just your love for each other is enough to pull you through. In today's society, there is going to be a lot of sex stuff thrown at you. You two need to be together to make it through. So, above all, be honest with each other and always communicate your feelings to each other. In very simple words, 'Put each other first always'. I hope this helps out. "Oh, Tim, I almost forgot one the most important points. Love her like there is no tomorrow. Never, and I mean never, take her for granted. Sometimes you might even just hold and cuddle her. Let her know that it's her you want, not just the sex. When the kids come along, she'll have a lot more stress. Help her and compliment her often; never ridicule her in any way. You may think it's funny, but she might not. Last but not least, always tell her you love her and makes sure she knows it." I continued, "The truth is, Tim, the greatest contribution is being there for each other. Granted, work is important but the time spent with the wife and kids is much more important. I learned this lesson too late. Don't assume you know what each other's needs and wants are. Ask and she will answer. Just remember the more you do for her, the more she will want to do for you, in a loving relationship." I told Tim as honestly as I could. "Ray, how long have you known my mom?" asked Tim. "Oh, ever since grade school. She was always so nice to me even though I was an idiot. Your dad was a really good friend of mine in our younger days. The three of us were pals growing up. When we all became teenagers, he started dating your mom and the two of them hit it off from the start. Your dad was one lucky bastard. I mean that in a good way. We hung around some together until my life started falling apart, due to my own ignorance. After the first divorce, I kind of went my own way. Your mom and I both worked here and she always treated me nice. I respect her more than any woman I've ever known." "Mom said that you've both worked here for most of your lives." "Yes, we have. I always wished that, if I could have started over, I would have asked her out. Your dad just beat me to her and besides, she'd probably have said, 'No'. We were quite the opposites at the time. I was wild and crazy and she was so nice and refined. The funny thing is, she is still the nicest woman I know." "Ray, will you do me a favor?" asked Tim. "Sure, son, if I can." "Will you be my mom's escort to Katie and my wedding? Since dad passed away, I don't want her attending it without an escort. She's too beautiful and too nice of a woman to be alone at an event like this." "Tim, the offer is fantastic, but don't you think it should be a person that your mother chooses? Believe me, she can do a lot better than a man with three strikes against him," I replied. "She asked me to ask you, Ray. She told me that you've been through a lot in your life, but it was your choices. Deep down you are a good man. She's the one who told me to ask you about what would make a successful marriage and that I would understand why she would pick you." I didn't know what to say. I was wondering about fate. Of course this was just to be her escort to her son's wedding, but could it grow from there? Is there such a thing as a second or even a fourth chance for a guy like me? A guy who made a mess of his life due to his own stupidity. I told Tim I would be more than honored but I must talk to Sally about it first. Tim headed back to work and I sat there thinking about everything. ---------------------------- Tim's dad, Dave, and his mother, Sally, and I were all best friends. We were all neighbors in the old neighborhood. We were the three peas in a pod, so to speak. From our sandbox years to our teenage years, we hung together. Sally always told us when we got older she would marry us both. We didn't know any better since we were kids. Once we got into high school, Sally started dating Dave. I wasn't sure what to do, so I didn't hang with them as much. I felt like the third wheel even though Sally tried to keep the three of us together. I started dating other girls myself but none met the standard of Sally. I guess it was the puppy love that we all go through and I was comparing all girls with Sally. I began dating girls that were easy. If I couldn't have Sally, I'd have sex. I double-dated a few times with Dave and Sally, but it didn't work out really well. The only one who was not uncomfortable with the situations was my dates; as I mentioned, they were easy and Sally didn't appreciate the groping going on in front of her. I Should Know One day at one of the school dances, I met Marsha. She was a pretty girl and a little more refined than the ones I had been dating. We dated through the last year or so of high school and she got pregnant. We got married and after that I didn't hang with Dave and Sally much. Marsha knew that the three of us grew up as buddies and wanted me to stay away from Sally; she was jealous, I guess. I never really got over Sally. I just put her in the recesses of my mind. I mentioned that Sally and I worked at the same warehouse. She was one of the secretaries of the big bosses. She went to the local community college and got a business degree. Dave became an insurance salesman. They led a good life. Tim was their only son, but they also had a daughter who was married and has a child. She lived in another state. Dave was killed around six months ago in an auto accident. It really got to me. Even though we didn't hang out together anymore, I had all the memories of the three of us together. I got tears in my eyes whenever I thought of him. Now there was Sally all alone again. I went to the funeral and was even a pall bearer. I wasn't sure what to say to Sally. At the funeral, I just held her in my arms and let her cry. She took a month leave of absence to get her affairs in order before returning to work. She did have family around her for awhile but like all deaths, people slowly go back to their own lives. After returning to work, I talked to her whenever I saw her. I even had lunch with her in the plant cafeteria a few times. Nothing remotely sexual, just friendly talk with the woman I had always loved. She was still the sweet Sally I always knew. I wanted to approach her about dating but didn't figure it was the right time yet or what if she said no? I didn't think I could handle that right now myself either. I hadn't dated for quite awhile and to be turned down by Sally could be devastating to me. My old puppy love feelings were beginning to emerge. After work that afternoon, I went to Sally's office. She was smiling at me; she was such a beautiful woman who seemed to glow. "Did Tim talk to you?" she asked, still smiling. "Yes, he did," I replied. "I was as honest with him as possible. He sure is a level headed kid. You should be very proud of him, and besides, he resembles Dave. Sally, will you have dinner with me this evening so we can talk?" I asked. "Are you asking me out on a date, or just dinner and talk?" she smiled. "What's the difference? Whichever it takes to get a yes answer," I stated. She called it a date and yes she would go out with me. It would be Saturday. I was a nervous wreck the rest of the week. I even avoided seeing her so she couldn't change her mind. Why the hell was I so worried? Damn, man, I was a grown man who'd been divorced three times and this was dinner with a friend. It must have been my puppy love rearing its face from the recesses of my mind. I got my truck washed and I even bought a small bouquet of flowers to take to her. I guess I was acting like a kid on his first date. I rang the doorbell and Sally answered it. She looked fantastic! I handed her the flowers and she smiled. "I feel like a schoolgirl on her first date," she said. I guess we were both a bit giddy. I opened the truck door and she slid in. I noticed her legs as she got in. Why was this such a big thing to me? I've know her all my life. I got in the truck and we headed for the restaurant. We ordered and then I asked her the big question? "Sally, why me? Your son's wedding, it's such a big day for you. Why do you want to be with a three time loser at such an event?" She smiled at me and even had a slight tear in her eyes. "Ray, there are only two men I have ever loved, Dave and you. Yes, Ray, I love you and always have. I truly loved my husband also; he was a wonderful man. I don't quite know how to explain it. When Dave and I got married, I was really happy. But, at the same time, seeing you standing there as his best man made me sad. I felt I lost a major person in my life. I guess I just put you in the recesses of my mind. I watched you date and get married over and over again. I felt so bad, my heart hurt for you each and every time. I knew what the problem was. You needed to find the right woman. I knew who the right woman was - it was me, and I was already taken by Dave. So, if that answers your question, can we eat now?" I was dumbfounded, and was a bit lost for words. "Sally, I've always loved you, too." "I know, Ray. I've always known, ever since you groped your first date in front of me. Yes, I was jealous but wasn't going to let you know. I don't know what's going to happen between us. Well, that's not exactly right. I do know what's going to happen but I just don't know when," she smiled. "Are you going to let me in on this secret happening?" I laughed. "Sure, you're going to get lucky and have the best sex of your life with the woman you love and who has always loved you. Me!" "What? When?" I asked. "Not tonight, so you can forget about it for now. When the time is right, I'll let you know. Are you going to escort me to my son's wedding?" "Yes, as long as you don't mind being seen with me. My reputation isn't very good, you know." "I know the real Ray; most people don't know him. It might take awhile for him to show up and stay around. He's lived a pretty crazy life up to now. When he does show up for good, I'm going to marry him, just like I promised." I dropped my water glass and the waiter showed up to clean up the mess. Sally sat there laughing all the while well I felt stupid. I had no idea she would say such a thing. Life looked as though it was getting better for me. I was just hoping I wasn't dreaming. "Ray, you're the only person other than Dave that could make me laugh. I truly miss Dave, but I'm so glad you're still my friend. I don't know what I would do otherwise. Everyone thinks I have it all together, but I have my moments too. I've always remembered the three of us together and now there is just you and me." She had that sad expression on her face. We had a nice dinner and talked about our past. She told me she really loved her husband, Dave, who had passed away. He was a good husband and provider but he also had faults. She missed him and will always have a special place in her heart for him. She was always faithful to him and did her best to be a good wife. He was gone now and life would go on. When we arrived back at her house, I kissed her for the first time in God knows how many years. I felt like a kid again. I was on her porch and kissed her over and over again. I knew right then and there that Sally was the missing link in my life. She just felt right. I told her I wanted her so bad, I hurt. She told me in time we would be together but it was to be love, not infatuation, not lust. I kissed her one more time before heading home. On my way home I remembered everything she had told me. She said that her only regret was that she fell in love with two men but could only have one. Now because of fate, she could have the other, which was me. She thought we could date and make sure our feelings were still compatible. I never realized she knew so much about me. She mentioned that she and Dave often talked about my messed up relationships. Dave felt bad about the way my life had gone. She told me that Dave knew that I had serious feelings about her when we were young and it often bothered him. She told him that even though she had feelings for me because of the three of us being friends our whole life, he didn't have to worry about her. She married him and as long as they were together, she would always be faithful to him. She kept her promise to him and now life went on. We would have lunch together a couple of times a week and I was going to be her escort to her son's wedding. I did take her out to a dinner and a show or movie almost every Saturday night. Kissing her was wonderful but just being with her was what was so special to me. One day I asked her, "Sally, how will you know when the Ray that you talk about is back?" "Believe me, I'll know. He's been back for quite awhile. I just need to know that he is going to stay. Ray, you lived a life quite different than me. You've been with a number of women. I've only been with Dave. If we are to be together and I give myself fully to you, I need to know that it is forever. No straying, no walking out when you get mad. The bar scene will no longer be your hangout. If - or rather when - we get married, it will be forever. I need you to truly understand that." "You honestly would marry me, knowing my past? You could be with just about anyone you choose. Why me?" I asked. "Ray, you know the answer, you don't need me to keep telling you. Right now I'm just hoping you still feel the same about me." "These last few weeks with you have been some of the nicest days of my life. I felt like an incomplete puzzle with a piece missing and someone showed up and found it on the floor and made the puzzle complete. Damn, I just want it to last. I want to tell my kids about you. I want your kids to know about us. I want it all out in the open that you are my girl and I want you as my wife," I shouted. "Ray, my kids know about you. They know we were the best of friends. They told me that they remembered when you used to come over when they were little. They did wonder why you didn't show up as often as they got older." "You know why, don't you? It was too hard on me. Dave was my best friend and I knew I was in a very bad situation being around you. Maybe you could have handled it, but I couldn't. Whenever Dave and I played golf or went to a game, it hurt when he talked about you. I don't want to get into it. I just don't want this to be a dream; if it is, I don't want to wake up." I told Sally I was going to tell my kids about her. I know they would think I was an idiot for trying again but I wanted them to know. I started with my son, Ray Jr. I went to his house and he and his wife asked me in. "What's up, Dad? Is there a problem?" he asked. Ray and his wife sat down. Their son Ray the third was in for a nap. We sat down and they asked if I wanted a beer. I just asked for coffee; that alone bothered them. "Ray, I'm in love and want your blessing to get married." "Dad, you've been married three times. What's so different about this woman?" he asked. "Love, for one thing. She was my childhood sweetheart before I met your mother. Her deceased husband, Dave, whom you've met when you were little, was my best friend. Her son's getting married in another month or so and they want me to be her escort. I want to ask her to marry me eventually, but I want yours and your sister's approval. I want to be a family; I want to enjoy time more with your family and your sister's family. I can understand if you don't want me here when your mom is here; that's up to you. I just miss you guys and am tired of being the outsider, the outcast." "Wow, Dad, this gal must be something to have changed your thinking like this. Yes, Dad, Joy and I both want you as part of the family and we would be honored to meet the woman that can make my dad happy," he said with tears in his eyes. I went over to see his sister and it was pretty much the same. I think Ray called her before I got there. Rachel was smiling when I got to the door. She was holding my granddaughter Brittany. I walked in and Bree, as they called her, came right to me. I kissed her on the cheek as she called me paw-paw. Rachel reacted pretty much like Ray Jr. They were both happy for me. They knew I had made some big mistakes with my last two wives and was glad to hear I found a good woman. Rachel told me that if and when I got married again, she would be there for me. She then invited me over for a barbecue on Sunday and asked me to invite Sally. I knew they wanted to meet her, the woman that possibly tamed their father. I told her I would let her know the next day. I kissed my daughter and little granddaughter good bye and headed for home. My daughter Rachel gave me a big hug and said, "I love you, Dad." I was happy in the way my life was changing. I was getting my family back and wasn't as lonely anymore. I stopped by to see Sally and told her I went to see my kids and they wanted to meet her. She was excited and told me she would love to go with me. I kissed her, and then kissed her again. "Sally, when can I make love to you? Do we have to be married? If so, marry me today. I want you so bad." "After Tim's wedding, that's less than a month away. I need to talk to you a little bit more first. I don't want any secrets between us," she said. "There is still a lot I have to tell you." I wondered what she had to tell me. She and Dave were married for twenty plus years and had two wonderful children. What did she have to tell me or at least talk to me about? The following weekend we went to my daughter Rachel's place and Ray Jr. brought his wife and child there also. I introduced them to Sally and they seemed so relieved. I guess they thought my choices in women weren't the greatest. At least that is what they told Sally. She was laughing and agreeing with my kids. It felt so good watching Sally and my kids getting along so well. Of course I was the butt of all the jokes but it was worth it. Ray Jr. called me over to the side and said, "Dad, we love her. Please don't mess it up. She is just what you need and by the way she's talking about you, she really cares for you. We wish you two the best of luck. Rachel and I both want to be there as witnesses for your marriage." After we ate, Sally smiled and said how nice my kids were and how cute the grandchildren are. She was going to have fun being their grandmother if everything worked out between us. I told her it was about time she talked to me. I was beginning to get a little nervous about some of this negative talk. I was wondering if things were going too good. In my life that's when the bottom falls out. We headed over to a little lounge and had ourselves a few drinks while she told me her story. Sally spoke out, "Okay, Ray, I'm ready to tell you some personal things. Some you know, some you don't. Please don't interrupt me. I need to tell you everything. I've always loved both you and Dave ever since we were kids; you know that. I honestly could have married either one of you. I guess I wanted you two to fight over me. Well, it didn't happen. Dave asked me out and you walked away. I never considered that you two were great friends and it was my choice. After you walked away, it was Dave and me. I guess it was selfish of me, but I was just a young girl too. "While I was dating Dave, he asked me to promise him that I wouldn't date you also. I guess he wouldn't have known how to handle the situation. The situation never came up since you never asked me out. "I was mad at you in a sense but still cared for you. I told you how bad I felt at my own wedding. A part of me was gone and it really hurt. As I have said, 'Life goes on' and so did our marriage. It was a good one for the most part. We had our two kids and Dave was a great father to them. The four of us did everything together. We were a happy family till Dave messed it up. "About five years ago, Dave went on one of his insurance trips. When he came home I found lipstick stains on his shirt. He was able to talk it away but the lipstick stains on his briefs was another story. I knew he had an affair. He did his best to deny it but the woman called his cell phone and he was in the shower so I answered it. Apparently he told her he was separated. "She apologized to me; Dave and I had a heart to heart. I found out later that he had an affair a few years before that. I was going to divorce him but we stayed together for the kids. I loved him but hated his cheating. Of course I know your past and I can't go through that again. "The kids don't know any of this stuff about their dad. There would be nothing to gain by them knowing. He was a good father to them and that's the way I want them to remember him. "As for me, I never had an affair or cheated on Dave. We stopped making love after his affair. I tried a few times but my heart wasn't in it. We did have sex about once every two months after that but I never tried very hard. "I'm telling you this because I don't know what kind of lover I will be for you. As I told you, Dave has been the only man I've been with. I guess he was a good lover. I never had anyone to compare him to. I know you've had a lot of women and I'm afraid I might not be able to please you sexually. "There is one more thing I must tell you. A lot of people think that executive secretaries put out. I need you to know that I don't. Twice men have cornered me. Once three years ago and the other last year. "The one salesman came by and we all headed for lunch. He tried to put his hands on me while we were getting on the elevator. The next day he was put in the hospital. Someone had beaten him up severely that night. "Why are you smiling, Ray? Oh, no, it was you, wasn't it? You beat the living shit out of the guy. What about the other one? Were you the one who told him if he came near me you would cut his nuts off and jam them down his throat? There were a few smaller incidents also. All these salesmen have been threatened throughout the years. I was told by them that a man said if any of them were seen hitting on me they would regret it. Those are the only ones I was told about. Tell me it wasn't you who did all that, Ray. Look at me and tell me it wasn't you." "Do you want the truth or a lie?" I asked. "I couldn't stand to see other men come on to you. I've always loved you. At first I told myself I was doing it for Dave but I knew better. I hope you didn't lose a lot of business over it." "I don't know whether to kiss you or hate you. I could never figure out what was going on. Dave never mentioned a word to me so I didn't think it was him. The salesmen were afraid to talk with me for awhile. I guess word got around about the two who were beat up and some that were threatened. I finally told the men that I wanted to be treated with respect, not like one of their sex objects and the threats sort of went away. God, I should have known. You always were my protector when we were younger," she replied. "Okay, Sally, I have something to say. We are going to leave here and get a motel room and I'm going to make love to you. I'm not going to wait any longer. I will be gentle but loving. I love you and you say you love me. We are two adults in our forties. I think we are both capable of handling this. All I need from you is a yes or a no." "Ray, I wasn't planning on having..." "Yes or no, all I need is one word from you." "Yes!" she said. I paid our tab and without any other words being spoken, we drove to the motel. I went in and paid for the room and parked my truck and got out and opened the truck door for a very nervous Sally. I unlocked our room door and we walked in. I closed the door and, when Sally turned around, I said, "Sally, I love you with all my heart. I've waited a life time to be with you." Then I kissed her very gently on the lips. I could feel her lips quiver as we kissed. As we separated our lips, Sally asked me to be gentle with her. I walked over and dimmed the lights and put the radio quickly on an oldies station. The song playing was 'When I Fall In Love,' the perfect song at the perfect time. Sally removed her shoes and was starting to unbutton her blouse. "Let me do that," I said. I slowly undid each button baring her bra-covered breasts. After undoing each button, I kissed her gently, her lips still quivering. I slid the blouse off over her shoulders and unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. I backed her up to the bed and she sat down. I pushed her on her back and kissed her harder. I let my hands touch her breasts ever so lightly. I raised my head and kissed and sucked on each nipple. I Should Know Her eyes were closed and she was making soft sounds as I massaged her breasts while sucking and kissing her nipples. I could feel her breathing harder and harder; her nipples getting stiffer and longer. She let out a long low moan, probably a mini-climax. While sucking her breasts, I lowered my hand to her pants and undid her belt and unbuttoned and unzipped them. I didn't remove her pants yet. I just slid my hand down inside her pink panties and over her mound of a light tuft of hair. I began lightly scratching her mound and lowered my hand deeper inside her panties. I gently moved my hand beyond her mound and two fingers to the wetness that was forming on her pussy. I squeezed hard as she moaned louder. My fingers sank into her moist hole. She was now pressing hard against my hand as my fingers sank deeper yet. She raised up her butt and pushed her pants off her legs. Her panties quickly followed; all the while, I was finger fucking her. With no obstructions in the way, she spread her legs wider and pumped harder against my hand. I quickly pulled out my fingers and dropped to my knees on the floor between her spread legs and buried my face in her wet pussy. "Oh, my God, no, you can't do that, Ray, it's dirty." But she kept pumping into my face. I backed off lightly and spoke, "Does it feel good?" "Yes!" "Do you like it?" "Yes!" "Do you want me to stop?" "No, God, no! I've never felt this way. It feels so good," she said. I reached up with my fingers and spread her labia and drove my tongue in and out as deep as it would go. She had a tremendous orgasm that hit me right in the face. I didn't pull back when she grabbed my head with both hands and held on tight while I kept licking and sucking for all I was worth. When her orgasm quieted down I stood up and dropped my pants and briefs, and took off my shirt. I grabbed a towel and wiped some of her juices off my face. "I'm so sorry, Ray. I didn't mean for that to happen. I've never had that happen to me before." "Sorry? I worked damn hard to get you to come like that. There will be a lot more where that one came from, I guarantee that. Right now I have this big thing between my legs that has waited a lifetime to get into you," I smiled and climbed along side of Sally on the bed. I climbed between her legs and she took hold of my member and guided into her already wet valley. I pushed it in a little at a time while she was holding on to it. I then pushed it in to the hilt as she screamed out. She had a big smile on her face. I kept pumping harder and harder into her. "Good, oh so good, I love you, Ray, God, I love the way you make love. Please never stop. Oh, God, so good." I rolled over on my back while holding on to her. With my cock still in her I asked her to ride my cock. I watched as she bounced up and down on my cock, her juices spewing down the sides of my cock, down my sack, and onto my pelvic region. "Get ready, Honey, I'm about to come in you." She began riding me harder and harder and then she just dropped all the way down and stayed there with my cock, deep inside of her. I felt my juices let loose filling her insides. She was screaming to high heaven rubbing her pussy as hard as possible against my pelvic region. I don't know how long our joint orgasms lasted but it was great. She had sweat running down her breasts. She was smiling at me and told me she had never made love like that to David. She didn't know it could be so good. We were both wet with sweat and our lower parts wet with our juices. "Ray, we should take a shower. We're soaking wet." "Just climb up here and lay with me. The shower can wait." When she got up, my cock made a pop sound as it came out of her; she came up and lay beside me. We both fell asleep with the sound of, 'I Can't Stop Loving You' on the radio. I woke up about two hours later with her back to me; her butt pressing against my cock. I reached down and felt the wetness around her pussy. I slid my cock in and in a few seconds she was pushing back against me. She must have been awake too as she wiggled her ass till I shot my load in her. I just held her hips tight, pressing my cock in her till she climaxed. "Can I get up and pee and take a shower now?" she laughed. "Only if you kiss me first and promise to marry me," I said. "Is that my marriage proposal?" she asked. "Yep, that's it!" I said. "Then the answer is yes; now let me get up and pee." She laughed again. Life was great after that night. We started having lunch together a few days a week at work. Most evenings she was busy helping plan Tim's wedding. We did spend some time together but we didn't make love again yet. We both thought it would be best to wait until after the wedding. Katie's family couldn't afford a big wedding so Sally thought she would help them out some. Katie was already calling Sally mom. The weeks flew by and before we knew it the wedding was here. I was in my tux when I stopped by to pick up Sally. She looked beautiful. I wished it was us getting married after seeing her. I made sure I told her so. At the church, we were seated in the front pew. There were all these people staring at me. Of course like most women, Sally kept getting up and talking to everyone. Her mom was there and she said she remembered me. I was that ornery little Ray that always bothered Sally. I met Sally's daughter for the first time since she grew up. She was a beautiful woman just like her mother. She came up to me and said, "Thank you for taking care of mom. She told me she loved you almost as much as dad. She needs someone special in her life right now. Thank you for being there for her." I looked to the back of the room and my eyes began to water. My son and daughter and their spouses showed up for Tim's wedding. Sally had invited them when we went to visit them. I got up and walked to the back of the church and gave them all a hug. "You look like your ready to get married in that tux, Dad," my daughter said. "Maybe it a couple of months. You two will be the first to know. After all, you promised to be my witnesses." Tim walked up to Sally and she introduced him to my family. Tim told them that I was his supervisor and what a nice guy I was. I felt a little weird about that time. Up until a few months ago my life was pretty bad. I think my kids realized that meeting Sally again changed all that. The wedding was about to begin so we all quickly took our seats. Sally leaned over and told me that even though it was Tim's wedding, the gossip was about me and her. I laughed and leaned over and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "More gossip," I told her. The wedding went great and lots of tears of happiness were seen. Most of them were coming out of Sally. I just held her hand and knew I was there to support her. Sally asked me to stand by her in the greeting line as the people left to go to the reception hall. Everyone said something nice to Sally and we knew most wanted to say something about us. A few people said we made a nice couple. One elderly woman looked at Sally; it was her aunt. "You ought to marry him; he's a hunk." "I'm going to," Sally told her aunt. The woman nearly fell down. After all, it wasn't proper etiquette to remarry so soon after the loss of your spouse. My kids came through the greeting line and hugged Sally. "Promise us you'll take care of Dad. He needs a woman like you," my daughter said. Sally smiled and said, "I promise both of you that we will take care of each other. So you know, I've never broken a promise." It was picture taking time. I stood back and watched the photographer take his pictures. Tim told me the photographer was waiting for me. I walked over and Sally explained that Tim and Katie wanted me in all the pictures that were of the parents. I was surprised till Tim just came out and said that he knew mom and I would be getting married and so I might as well be in the family photos. In one picture I guess I wasn't smiling enough so Sally grabbed my ass and squeezed hard. It will be the picture with Sally laughing and me with my mouth open. Off to the reception we went. Everyone was already having a good time when we got there. They were using round large tables. Sally seated us with her daughter and my family. They were all hitting it off great. Since they were all in the same age group they all had a lot in common. As we were eating, a man stood up and said that a number of people had things to say to Tim and Katie. Different people were handed a microphone and said nice or funny things about them. Katie's dad got up and said different things for the couple to remember. It's when I realized that Tim's dad wasn't there to do the same. When they asked if there was anyone else who had anything to say, I stood up to the astonishment of Sally and my family. "Tim, your dad and I were the best of friends in our younger years. He was a good man and a very good father. I knew him as well as anyone and I know he would have liked to have given you this article which I believe tells it like it is. It was written by a Dr. Dobson, a man of faith. Here is what he had to say. "'Women are different than men, each having their own uniqueness. You might call it, 'Differences of assumption.' Many men come into marriage laboring under the mistaken idea that wives are going to be their cheerleaders, who will take care of their children and expect nothing in return. They believe that their greatest contribution and perhaps only responsibility is to make money and succeed professionally, even if it requires twelve hours a day to do it.' "'The assumption of women, on the other hand, is that their marriage will be a wonderful romantic affair. They anticipate candle light dinners and walks in the rain and evenings of soul-to-soul conversations. Both of these expectations are illusions that bump along for a few years until they finally collide. Workaholic men and Cinderella women often destroy each other. Couples must save time and energy for their marital relationship; talking to each other and treating each other as sweethearts.' "Tim and Katie, I'm speaking from experience when I say heed these words. Love each other like there is no tomorrow. Listen to what each of you has to say. Above all communicate with each other regularly. Never - and I mean never - go to bed mad at each other. Keep each other first in your lives above all else. "These are the rules I wished someone would have passed on to me. It's the message I pass on to you. I know your dad is looking down on you from above and I can guarantee he has never been a prouder father." As I sat down, there wasn't a dry eye at the table. Sally reached over and kissed me. I knew from that moment on that I would heed those words myself. Epilogue: Sally and I were married a couple of months later. It was supposed to be a small affair but we ended up at a reception almost as big as Tim's. My family and my grandchildren were there. All of Sally's family showed up too. The biggest surprise was Marsha, my first wife, the mother of my kids, and her husband showed up. I guess Sally had invited her. She congratulated Sally and me and said she was glad to see I finally got it all together. Later I asked Sally why she invited her. She said we will all be part of the kids' family and will be seeing each other. We needed to get it started off in the right direction. Of course Sally was right. We were one happy family after that day. We would go to the kids' place or they would come to ours. Of course Tim still called me Ray and my kids called Sally by her name. The grandkids did call us both as grandpa and grandma or whatever other way they could say it. It's been over ten years now, and I do have to say, "The best ten years of my life." We now have ten grandchildren between us. We may be in our fifties but our sex life is more like a couple of hot twenty year olds. Sometimes we make deep passionate love. Other times we have some wild sex. The key ingredient in our love life is to tell each other what we like and always - and I mean always - put love into the equation. We look back on our childhood and wonder how it would have turned out if I would have taken her out before Dave. All I know is that life for me and Sally couldn't be better. * Hope you enjoyed the story Comments are always welcome DG Hear