1 comments/ 12274 views/ 1 favorites Four Guys & Marriage By: Egmont Grigor CHAPTER 1 The Friday night office crowd had vacated, leaving the bar to those who had no reason to go home. Jeff, Tully, Moose (Maurice) and Sandy waited for Cathy to load the dishwasher one more time and to grab a coffee, knowing when that happened she'd come down and lean over the bar chatting with them, allowing them to look at what she had stacked down there as if it was a perfectly natural thing for a woman to do. Cathy Roberts who'd gone through college with the guys and had married one of their pals Kevin, now serving in the military in the Persian Gulf. Kevin had told his wife that his four pals would keep an eye on her, adding that's what friends were for. The pals did more than that because Cathy had needs and occasionally invited one of them to her bed. Some had been invited there numerous times, particularly randy Moose who actually believed that giving Cathy a good work out and keeping her happy was helping with the war effort. He thought that would keep her happy and she'd send more cheerful letters to her husband. Cathy leaned over the bar and the guys received a good eyeful of rounded white flesh contained in a peach colored bra. That disappointed them because Jeff, Moose and Tully preferred black for bras while Sandy's preference was floral. Opening the conversation, Cathy said, "Mike Roach gets married this Saturday, leaving you four the last of our freshman year at college still unable to commit to a woman apart from the three or was it four gay guys? The guys looked nervous at the mention of gays. "Who'd married an asshole like Mike Roach?" Jeff snorted. "Joanne Browning, that's who." The guys looked at Cathy as if she'd frothed at the mouth. "No way." "No not the delectable Joanne B." "That is amazing news." Cathy sniffed, "She arrived home divorced and Mike was the only sympathetic guy who called on her at her mother's home. So guess what -- he got lucky." "Very lucky," chorused the guys, making Cathy smile broadly. "Let me ask you this," she said. "When are you guys getting married? Surely none of you wants to be the last guy off the bench?" The guys shrugged and Sandy said, "That's a fair question guys. Answer our lovely barmaid." "Mom wants me to leave home so she pesters me about finding a decent girl and getting married," Tully said. "I come under similar pressure," smiled the handsome Sandy who added, "but she is still concerned were are too young to marry. For fuck sake, we're twenty-eight years of age." Jeff and Moose agreed they were comfortable flatting with Jeff's older sister who did most of the work and didn't nag as she would if they were married to her. "Hmmm," Kathy said. "Sounds to me that no decent young woman finds you guys attractive enough to be a potential husband." Moose objected to that assumption. "Dames all over the city love us and have been prepared to roll over for us." "Oh, is that so," Cathy continued to push. "Hands up who of you wish to get married." The four of them raised their hands. "You lying toads. You just don't want to have me thinking which one of you will be last off the bench." "You're wrong about me Cathy," Jeff said. "I'd marry tomorrow if Miss Wright came along." "Me too," Cully said and Moose nodded and said he didn't want to be last off the beach. They all looked at Sandy. "Well guys, let's go about this systematically. Why don't we work as a group to find a Miss Wright for each of you?" "Okay," said Moose. "But what about you?" "I want nothing done for me. I want my Miss Wright to find me and don't care how long that takes. You guys want to get married because your parents married and expect you to marry and give them grandchildren. My parents didn't marry and apply no such pressure on me. I'm willing to get your married. I've heard the Rosewood Photographic Club wants more males because of a membership imbalance. And the fitness center is over-run with females but the male membership is open. Let's join those two organizations and see what happens. Not all of the babes attending the club or gym will be married or are lesbians. You may be shafting yourself stupid within a couple of weeks of becoming a member. What do you think Cathy?" "It's possible females joined the photographic club to meet interesting males and perhaps would like more than just being photographed by a male. At the gym you'll show what you've got and they will almost certainly lead to interesting appraisals if you talk nicely to the females and prove you have good manners as well as something between the ears. I'm told hot babes go to the gym." The four guys said they already went to an all male gym. "Are you gays?" They looked horrified. Sandy said, "Tully, Jeff and Moose -- you were in the camera club at college for your first couple of years. What do you say about us all joining the photographic club? As for the mixed gym I'll be applying for membership tomorrow. "I don't want women who see me entering the all-male gym thinking I'm gay." "Yeah, I'm with you Sandy," said Moose. Jeff and Tully said they were too. "If the mixed gym requires references I can vouch that none of you guys are gay," Cathy smiled mischievously. * * * Tully was the first to score. Three weeks after joining the photographic club he was dating Pam Lobb, dropping his waitress friend like a hot potato. The guys were very happy for Tully because Pam had real class and a tidy body. They'd been partnered to photograph nesting birds together and in the forest came across some nesting ducks one a edge of a huge patch of moss on the forest floor leading out to the rushes at the water's edge. "Ducks will be nesting here," Pam a theatre nurse said confidently. Tully, a financial consultant said the odds were good. The first approaches scared away the nesting ducks but then they came to one that eyed they defiantly. They placed their tripods low and took some good shots and then as Pam disturbed another duck Tully caught it at the moment it lifted off, five eggs exposed under its body. The photographers retreated well satisfied. "I have coffee and a bar of chocolate in my backpack," Pam smiled. "Let's sit on this gorgeous mat of moss and have a snack." "Great idea." As they were finishing, Tully asked, "Would you care to strip off and lay on the moss, looking at the camera?" "And what would you be looking at?" "I anticipate a pretty nice looking body." Pam frowned and said that request was pretty forward. "Okay, forget it. I just thought it would make a great nude photo, something for you to treasure." "Are you interested in getting into my pants?" Tully colored. "Since you've asked, the answer is yes. I noticed you in particular the first time I arrived at the club." "You're lying." "Well don't believe me. You were wearing a black skirt, black and white sneakers, a multi-colored shirt, blue and white earrings and a blue band around your pony tail." "Oh god, you did notice me. What did you think?" "Nice tits and a warm smile." "Tully!" "Well don't ask if you can't accept the answer. We had not been introduced and you were across the room." "Oh, of course. Pam reached behind under her top and undid her bra. "Get your camera ready." "May I watch you undress?" "If that gives you a thrill. God, you are so forward." A lovely body came into view as Pam undressed. "Is this giving you an erection?" "Yes, I'm sorry." "Don't be sorry. Be glad you can get one." Tully asked Pam to pinch her nipples to get them up. "They are firming because I'm thinking sex. What are you thinking?" "You have a great body and such a lovely, calm manner. I'm finding I have great admiration for you." "Oh god." "What?" "You are speaking to me like a lover." "Would you like me to be your lover?" "Yes." "Let's get the posed nude photograph first." After the photography finished Tully looked a trite bashful. "Er, I'll undress now and er you might be disappointed I'm not built like er a bull." He exposed himself and Pam, tits flopping in leaping to her feet when she glimpsed his erection cried, "Tully, oh I'm so pleased. I was scared you'd be so big you'd rip me apart." Looking a little dazed Tully said, rather apprehensively, "Really?" "Oh Tully, you can't imagine how relieved I am." That was true because Tully had grown up thinking after listening to the guys that all women wanted to be rammed by the biggest dripping big fat cock imaginable. That day as he slipped his length into Pam and watched her pretty face curdle with joy, he thought he'd gone to another planet as a hero reincarnated. Later, as Tully lay beside Pam on the moss, unable to see the fluids dripping from her, he heard Pam say, "Tully, I've never said this to a guy before: "I love you, at least I think it is love. I admire you with mounting passion. Are you ready to go again?" * * * Jeff Marks, IT manager for an education provider institute, was greatly disappointed. He was teamed with an 18-year-old still at high school with a pimply face and thick thighs whose knowledge of photography was limited to knowing which way to point the lens and what was the button to press to take the digital image. Their joint assignment was to present a joint photo essay of food preparation. "Kitty, I must apologize for being teamed with you. I am ten years your senior." "It's okay," she smiled. "This is about photography, not sex." "I understand but surely you would with to be teamed with someone of similar age?" "Relax Jeff, you are so uptight. Look, rather than go to a restaurant and haggle with them for permission to photograph their food preparation with them paranoid about the chance of cockroaches appearing unexpectedly, let's go to my home. My mother and sister are superb cooks." "Okay but only if you call your mother and explain the situation and tell her I'm old enough to be your father." "I'll call her Jeff but won't over-dramatize age otherwise she'll be wanting a piece of you." Jeff gulped and said okay. He appreciated honesty. To Jeff's delight the mother was an aged honey, full of personality and said she was so embarrassed he'd been teamed with a youngster like her younger daughter. My older daughter Kelly is ripe and ready for someone like you." Jeff studied his shoes and the mother who insisted he call her Clara laughed and hauled him into the kitchen. "You are such a nice young man. Let's do spaghetti because it's easy, is colorful with good contrasts. Come on Kitty, set your camera up. Jeff you are in charge of lighting and ensuring Kitty has everything right with the camera. We don't want to go through all this and fuck up, do we? Clara gave Jeff a can of beer and as the pasta was put in to boil he excused himself to go to the bathroom. He strode into the bathroom, failing to realize the significance of the lights being on, and stopped abruptly, looking at a redhead, sitting on a stool, her legs on the bath, dressed in a bra that looked two sizes too small and panties that were very brief. She was shaving her legs. "Oh hello. You must be the guy who's teamed up with Kitty. I'm older sister Kelly." "Oh shit, sorry barging in like this. I'm such a moron. Please accept..." "Do you have something to write on and a pen?" "Y-e-s." "Good. Right down my mobile number and give me a call very soon. I'd like to date you." "Jeff wrote down the number and almost wheezed, "You have a great body." "Why thank you. In that case call me tomorrow. The toilet is actually is in that room next to this one." "Please excuse my intrusion," Jeff said, beginning his retreat. "Yes I will. Hopefully in the not too distant future there will be an insertion without an apology." In his confusion Jeff walked into the door jam, escaping with only bruising to the forehead that did look rather fearsome next day. Three nights later he and Clara came out of a movie theater and in the car she unzipped him and went to work. They didn't look back after that and fucked almost every night. * * * Moose Monroe was in the mixed gym wondering why he'd left the all-male gym, losing money because there was no refund, and joining this outfit where the females looked the other way as soon as he attempted to make eye contract. Even worse, there were a couple a heavier built babes who lifted impressive weight loads seemingly so contemptuously that it made his eyes water in envy. He scowled, unable to enjoy being in virtual pussy heaven. Never in his life had he seen so many fat pussy lips straining against tightly drawn spandex, crotches so classically smooth with no sign of a slit and only the sweat patch indicated what lay beneath. Lost in such dreamtime voyeurism Moose gradually introduced himself to a mild from of masochism in suffering what he perceived as being humiliated and isolated by the sparsely dressed females around him who ignored his existence, quite forgetting the real purpose of gym membership was to find love. One morning when a woman he was not even interested in glared at him for presumably glaring in her direction, Moose saw red and attempted to lift beyond his limit on the bench press. He may had gotten away with it had he warmed up adequately but less than three minutes on a cycle and no stretching, added up to a total inadequacy to push to new a new personal mark. "Aaaaarrrgh," he gurgled as his arms passed the halfway mark and he knew he was in trouble. He was on his own, vulnerable and about to pay for gross stupidity. He was a shade too far down on the bench so there was a risk in attempting to drop an aborted lift on to the rests; he didn't fancy the barbell grooving a furrow across his head or for that matter of caving in his chest. No it had to be across the belly. Christ, what a mess. "I'm here for you big boy," called the angel. She was strong enough to apply sufficient upward force to provide the teamwork to land the barbell with a clunk on the rests. "Silly boy, you almost fucked up, didn't you?" she scolded, wiping his sweating face with her towel. As the blood rush cleared Moose focused and saw a pair of cute lumps shaped by spandex and above that great teeth, a face devoid of make up and straggly hair. "Yes ma'am. Thank you." "It's miss. Here let me help you sit up." "I'm sweaty." "Aren't we all if we've been working out properly?" Moose couldn't help himself. "You are refreshingly different." She shocked him, when replying, "Take it easy buddy, you are talking to one of the women you despise." "I what?" "You look at us all with contempt. Some of the girls say you are one of those bastards taking the objectification of women to a new level." "I have no idea of what your are talking about." "Oh god, you are thick as well." "Miss, let's grab a coffee...please." Moose's savior looked at him quizzically. "Do you have a desire to flick pain on me?" "Oh crap! Is that what some of the babes around here think?" "Yes, but that doesn't answer the question." "No, never." "Very well, let's cool off over coffee if that's possible. I'm Ruby." "Moose." "No, I never use it. Perhaps I should but a good comb up usually has me looking tidy." "No Ruby. I was giving you my nickname -- Moose. My name is Maurice and at high school my shoulders sprouted and for a while looked disproportionate to the rest of my body so some clown began calling me Moose and the name stuck partly because I prefer it to Maurice." "Moose and not mousse. I like it. I thought you were being rude about my hair." "What rude about you when you saved me when I came perilously close from seriously injuring myself?" "Perilously is a big word Moose. Perhaps you are educated?" Over coffee Ruby disclosed she taught music at high school and mostly played the violin and she learned Moose worked as an external auditor of company accounts. "Like all of the ladies around here I have totally under-estimated you Moose." "Not to worry. Do you date?" Moose asked, noting the absence of a wedding ring. "Rarely -- I was left at the altar two years ago." "Christ, I'm sorry." "Yes, well some men are pigs. What are you Moose?" "Well I guess if you date you get the opportunity to find out." Moose went on the first date with Ruby with a plan. He'd gone to the bar and discussed the situation with Kathy. He agreed with her that Ruby had been left in crisis by a man and was now defensive to the extreme. Ruby said all he required was patience because eventually Ruby would come across for him because nature had given all women, or rather most of them, the desire to be fucked. "Are you certain about that?" Moose asked. "Never in my life have I heard a woman admit that. With most of them, we guys find the going is quite tough." "The desire to be fucked doesn't mean women can't be choosy Moose." "Ah, I see. Thanks for your friendly ear Kathy." "Um, could you take some time off this afternoon Moose? I'm beginning to feel rather lonely again. You know what it takes to restores my drive and confidence." "Sure Kathy," Moose said, looking at the while flesh spilling from the top of the black lace bra. They agreed Moose would call on her mid-afternoon. A beautiful friendship developed between Moose and Ruby and knocking off Kathy at least one a fortnight kept him calm and not pressuring Ruby. They extended from becoming gym buddies to going to the movies and eating out occasionally. Moose knew he'd answer the call when it came. It happened quite predictably. He called at Ruby's one Sunday morning to take her running and she answered the knock at her apartment door wrapped in a robe, yawning. "Come in and come to bed with me. It's cold and I think it's going to rain." Lies of course. It was already warming up and the sun was breaking up the thin mist rising off the river. Moose initially thought she'd said come in and then he shook his head as his mind scolded him and said, 'You big jerk go to her. She said come in and come to bed'. Moose stood dumbly, knowing his memory recall was not always infallible. Then came the call: "Moose, where are you darling? Do I have to use my almost worn out vibrator or may I have a real length of throbbing cock?" Needless to say Moose charged through the doorway. * * * Sandy (Andrew) Macdonald bided his time at the gym, waiting until the pretty 6ft personal trainer posted a note soliciting a new client to fill a vacancy. Sandy saw her post the notice and as she returned to her office he ripped the notice off the door and was inside the office before she'd had time to sit down. "Oh Mr Macdonald." "Oh Miss Adams." "It's Mrs Adams actually Sandy but you may call me Mae." "May I?" "Happily married Sandy. Still interested?" "Sandy eyed the two-pack under the spandex and thought why not. Although knowing he was behind the Eight Ball Sandy tried. Oh how he tried. Mae got used to him resting a hand on her thigh when using leg muscle toning machines and slyly cupping a breast when she leant over him to adjust a strap. Twice when her husband was out of town Mae went to the movies with him but would not allow him to escort her home and in the theatre he was only allow to cup her left breast but any attempt to digging for it was thwarted. Finally she recklessly invited him to her house for lunch one Sunday when her husband was overseas. Her tits were practically jumping out of her shirt and her skirt was up more around her hips than almost to her knees. Eventually the lonely woman kissed Sandy and asked him to leave, saying she was unable to commit beyond mild flirting and he should switch to another trainer. Nursing a pain Sandy thought was more likely to be wind rather than a broken heart he moped at the bar until Kathy finished at 4:00 pm and then walked her home. Kathy almost complained it wasn't necessary because she wasn't feeling lonely. Sandy said he was lonely and at that Kathy turned motherly and she and her sorry man banged away till after midnight. Four Guys & Marriage CHAPTER 2 The four guys who were best mates found their lives had changed, almost unnoticeably, but the one who noticed it the most was vehicle repair shop owner Sandy Macdonald because it became rare for all four of them line up together. Whenever one or two of them suggested going bowling at least one of the other two would plead a prior engagements. Moose or Jeff or Tully would decided to have a cookout and would invited their mates and partners and inevitably Sandy would turn up alone and leave early, feeling he was odd-man out, and that was perceptive of him. The three other guys and Pam, Clara and Ruby had a meeting and discussed what to do about Sandy. "He felt sure he had a thing going with his personal trainer but she dropped him cold," Moose said. "Yeah," said Tully. "It devastated our former ladies' man because it had never happened to him before. His confidence level is lower than his trouser cuffs." "What does Sandy do?" Ruby asked. The answer that he owned a small vehicle repair shop failed to impress any of the women. Jeff asked, "Do any of you females have a friend you could stitch up for Sandy?" The young women looked at each other and shrugged. Clara said, "Well he's rather good looking and although works with cars doesn't appear to have dirty finger nails." The guys appeared mystified by that last comment. Pam asked what kind of woman would appeal to Sandy. Tully said loose, sexy, athletic and interesting. Moose said attractive, well mannered, intellectual and interested in the arts. "Those are entirely different women with possible conflicts," Clara said. "Are you two sure you know Sandy's taste in women?" "Most of them would taste okay to Sandy," Moose said, and everyone fell about laughing. At the next cook-out Ruby introduce Sandy to her best friend Miranda, a dark-haired beauty but there was no ignition. Jeff had a quiet word with Ruby, passing on Sandy's comment that Miranda was too skinny to be healthy. Ruby snarled, "You friend is far too picky. No wonder he can't find a woman." The seven of them went to a movie where Pam's cousin Stella just happened to arrive, or so it appeared. Pam was told later that Sandy would never date a woman with thick thighs and over-sized breasts. The three women held a hasty meeting at which it was agreed Sandy was an asshole and was beyond help. The boyfriends were told to severe their relationship with Sandy but the relationships simply slipped underground. The three couples continued to socialize together regularly and the three guys went bowling once a fortnight where they were joined by their old mate Sandy. On Friday night when the girls friends had gone to a the premiere of a movie, 'A Week in Rio Without Sex' that apparently was totally misnamed, the guys met at their old bar where Sandy assumed his old leadership role and said, "It's about time you guys were married." "Eh?" chorused Jeff, Moose and Tully. "It is immoral of you guys to fuck yourselves stupid with your compliant babes without giving them the financial security of a wedding so they are left with assets if the crap hits the fan and you break up." "Why would they break up with us," Jeff whined. "They love us." "What say you guys are killed in car accidents or your girlfriends get tired of waiting to be popped with the question and go off to find some more deserving guy, for instance me. Have you guys forgotten how Ruby, Pam and Clara used to look at me, licking their top lips before they stuffed up by attempting to pass off unsuitable women on to me?" The guys looked at him wide-eyed. Moose stammered, w-w-hat do you thing w-w-we should do?" Throw a joint engagement party and set your wedding dates. Those babes will want separate weddings because they are so full of themselves." The three mates let that slur pass because Sandy hadn't been explicit enough. The women of course went for the idea of a joint engagement party because it pushed the commitment to a wedding closer; their mothers were the first to point that out. * * * Sandy knew that the right woman to fuck would turn up on his doorstop one day, and all he had to do was to wait patiently. Oh, she'd also have to be a great companion as well. He was wrong about that moment of glorious meeting being where he lived; it occurred where he worked. "Sandy, some babe in the red sports car just driven up wants to chat." Sandy, his already fading red hair spilling carelessly over his freckled forehead, his searching blue eyes casting around the workshop to see who was fiddling instead of working, wandered nonchalantly out to the car. He spotted the driver watching him intently -- a female. Well the classic sports car was sexy enough to a classy female. Perhaps she was one. The driver opened the rear-hinged front door and two beautifully shaped legs in black heels and flesh colored sheen stockings slid into view and Sandy caught his breath. This babe had sex written all over her. Then a walking stick slid beside her legs. Fuck, what a disappointment; a glorious image blown. He'd imagined she'd step out, be 6ft 2in tall, with only the hint of a rounded belly, pert tits topped by eye-catching cleavage, a full wide mouth, misty blue eyes, slightly arrogant nose and long billowing black hair. The woman slid out and hauled herself to her feet and then grasping her walking stick was ready to walk forward. She was 6ft 2in with no belly in view, scrumptious rounded tits with the blue gathered shirt above her short skirt, the shirt too high to reveal cleavage. Her full wide mouth and baby blue eyes and cute subbed nose looked rather familiar and the long blonde hair fluttered in the gentle breeze. Miss or Mrs Gorgeous opened her full lips and laughed, "Hello Sandy -- you dithering jerk, you are looking as if you don't know me" Huh? Sandy peered intently and then knew he was looking at Angelina Ireland, eldest daughter of his mom's best friend. He'd read in the newspaper that Angelina, now twenty-six, was returning home after riding in international equestrian events on the European circuit for eight years after breaking a hip in a severe fall. "Hi Angelina, nice to see you again. Where have you been?" Angelina looked at Sandy uncertainly, wondering perhaps if he'd become mentally deficient since they'd last met five years ago. Sandy marched up and holding her gently kissed her thoroughly. "God Sandy, cut that out. You scarcely know me." "Don't moan Angelina. We have a whole lot of catching up to do." "We have?" "Yes, bad luck brought to and end your bubbling career. Most of your friends here are married, some have left the city, and so you are faced with making a new start. Our mother have been friends since high school, I taught you how to kiss when you were a teenager and I recall you saying I was the third guy you'd had sex with" "I told you that?" "Yes, but don't worry about old memories. You need regular sex and you need to get back into the social scene here and I guess that places me under the responsibility of getting you reinstated and fulfilling your sexual needs." "Sandy, please...please slow down. You are rather overwhelming me. I'm not here to have my social needs attended to and that other thing you are going on about. I'm here to get this car inherited from my later grandmother running properly again." "Well that too Angelina. Here, let me kiss you again. God, you have a hard body." "Is that a problem?" "Angelina, I'll have you lovely and supple after a half hour in the hot tub and..." "The car, Sandy. The car." "Oh yes, the damn care. Start her up while I unbuckle the bonnet straps. "Her?" "Yes, forget those European feminists. All cars are 'her'. End of story." "Oh dear..." Angelina jumped from the car, leaving the engine running. "That sounds expensive." Sandy said, "Classic cars are expensive possessions darling. That's partly why they are deemed classic. The peasants can't afford the upkeep, let alone owning one. As we continue our affair I'll gradually do a superficial rebuild for you..." "What affair? Are you talking sex again?" "Angelina, let's keep our minds on the job, eh? When I said 'Oh dear' you asked that sounded expensive. You blower's gone. "Cars don't have blowers." "Yours does. It's called a supercharger and I'd say grandma and now you had been running this old beauty without oil in the supercharger and the bearings have ground to a halt and see this belt -- it's slipping around uselessly because the blower is caput." "Oh Sandy," Angelina said taking his arm and looking up at him as if he were a great surgeon, "is she...is she terminal?" "No darling. I'll disconnect it and send it overseas by lowest-cost airfreight where it will either be rebuilt or in the unlikely event the company will have a replacement on its shelves and will send us that replacement one. Think $800 to $1200, nearer to $1200." "What, for that relatively small piece of metal?" "Darling, think of it as a male appendage: It's not the size but rather what it does. This 'relatively small piece of metal" gives your lovely but very heavy car perhaps sixty to eighty more brake horsepower, changing it from a mule to a stallion." "Sandy, this extravagance you have with words, I don't know how I'm going to handle you." "I suggest with gingerly and with love, darling lady." Angelina thrust a hand over her mouth and then burst into laughter. "God you are priceless." Sandy smirked and said he'd grab his jacket and drop her off home. . He instructed the foreman to remove the supercharger first thing in the morning and to tell Sandy when the car was ready. "I'm off now Mac." Margaret Ireland greeted Sandy warmly; she'd know him from the day he was born. "How lovely to see you darling. Please stay for dinner." "No!" Angelina shouted. Mother and visitor turned to see Angelina waving her hands frantically. She dropped her arms, embarrassed. "Oh dear, where you going out tonight Angelina?" "No mother." "What then?" "It doesn't matter." "Oh well, Sandy I'll call your mother. Why don't you go to Angelina's bedroom and help unpack her boxes. She has some exotic French underwear to unpack I believe. Now don't you two get up to anything naughty in there with the door shut, but then again perhaps I don't mind at all." "Mother!" "What?" "GRRRRRRRRRR," roared Angelina in frustration, talking off to her room, Sandy following behind almost on tiptoes. Sandy had only had sex twice with Angelina and that was years ago. He'd seen photographs of her regularly in the newspapers pictured going well in show jumping events or whatever and sometimes finishing highly placed. Her figure had formed into adult curves and she had great style and was beautiful. When learning she was coming home he thought about asking her for a date and sighed, thinking she'd turn him down. But that afternoon as she climbed out of her low-slung car he was hit by madness and decided it was the only way -- he had to overpower her passionately, but without force. Judging by her reaction he'd got through to her core, but since he'd been invited to stay for dinner the core appeared to be rejecting him. Sandy had to go in for the kill but sucking one of her tits and whispering sweet things in her ear were unlikely to reap favorable results. Sandy walked into the bedroom smiling. "Angelina, you must have wondered if I were coming on a bit strong at the repair shop?" "Only a bit?" "Well let's keep it in perspective. I haven't gone out with a women for three months." "Who you? The biggest fornicator in the entire city?" "Oh Angelina, it's not like that," Sandy lied. "When I learned about your accident I thought that girl's coming home and will need support but where will her old girlfriends be, in hospital birthing yet another baby or being committed to mother's clubs and such things? I missed you baby, seriously missed you, and decided to take a stand and be your social crutch. I did this thinking you'd have facial scars and be bent over crippled. I have no idea you'd be able to drive a car and walk so upright and look so fabulously beautiful." "You see me as being beautiful? You were prepared to make that sacrifice for me?" "Baby, there are some things a man has to do and this was one of them, Sandy said, continuing with the fabrication. "I'd never forgotten how lovely you were to me when we last had sex that night all those years ago..." "Night? It was in the middle of the day in the hayshed at Smith's farm where I grazed my two horses and you were wearing navy blue trousers and a tight blue shirt, looking absolutely gorgeous and to my horror after we finished you had cum and my pussy discharges over those blue trousers." "Day, night, day, whatever. One changes into the other. You were so tight." "Well at least you go that right. I thought you were going to rip me in half." "I hope all the horse riding, men and maturing has made you a little bigger down there?" "Yes, there should be no problem if we do it...oh god, what am I saying?" "Mouthing the inevitable I should think." "Sandy, you appear to be rather literate for a vehicle repair shop owner." "Well, I did take English Lit in my freshman year before I switched to vehicle engineering and small business management. As soon as I graduated I resumed studying English Lit online and completed an arts degree and now I write articles for motoring magazines and have completed the first draft of my second novel." "A novel, you write novels?" "I wish. My first was rejected because the five publishers I tried said the market for a novel about a bunch a guys trying to win an international car race was too limited." Angelina said, "I've had my manuscript about romances on the equestrian circuit rejected by three publishers, all for the same reason, that it lacks driving sexuality and I don't appear to know much about sex." "You don't know much about sex? Well I remember..." "Sandy, please. What they mean is I have failed to express myself more than adequately in the sex scenes and injecting an overall tone that appears to have sex dripping off the pages." "Wow, you described that beautifully. Perhaps I should pose as your writing buddy -- I wouldn't require any credit or anything beyond just the occasional nipple to suck." "Yes, I like the idea. It excites me but please remember I only have two nipples." "Fuck me Angelina, you are into great dialogue already. "Am I? Oh yes, there was originality in that wordage wasn't there?" "Show me your sexy French underwear Angelina and try to remember everything about this scene as it unfolds. It will be rather like play acting for the benefit of the author. You'll have to undress in front of me, for the benefit of you as the author, drinking up my reactions ...what's happening with my eyes and my hands, when do you notice an erection forming..." "Oh god, pass me that blue box by the dresser Sandy while I grab my writer's log. This is the literary stimulus that I need. You are such a good boy." Fifteen minute's later Angelina's mother's knock passed unnoticed. She opened the door as Angelina, dressed only in heels and stockings, held a pair of green silk knickers twisted around Sandy's erection and he sent a stream of come over his tormentor's breasts. "Dinner is almost ready darlings," Margaret Ireland said. She added dryly as they appeared to be at a crucial stage in their play, she could hold dinner for up to half an hour without it spoiling. "He's been such a good boy mom, helping me with my writing." "Oh, is that how authors write these days dear?" her mother said, closing the door cheerfully. The meal went well. Peter enquired about Sandy's business and told his daughter it had one of the highest throughputs of specialty auto centers in the city and had gained an outstanding reputation. Everyone complimented Margaret on the meal and as the remainder of the second bottle of wine was poured Angelina asked, "Any problems if Sandy stays the night?" "No dear that will be fine," Margaret smiled. Peter said the sheets on the daybed in his study were clean. "And what's wrong with Angelina's bed" Margaret snapped. "Christ Peter they are adults." "Well I don't think it's proper." Margaret scowled. "You sleep around a great deal Peter and I don't think that's proper yet I rarely complain." "Er Angelina and Sandy," Peter smiled to cover his horrified look. "Whatever sleeping arrangement you two decided on it's fine with me. I'll fetch coffee." "Your father fucks around darling but at least that takes the pressure off me. Please don't share our family secrets with your mother Sandy." "No sweat Margaret if I may call you that. I won't mention it because that might make her suspicious about whether dad's fishing club nights and his bowling nights are authentic explanations for him being away from home." "Thank you Sandy. Yes, I'd love it if you called me Margaret. I have some sex toys I could give you." "Mom!" "I have a couple of unopened butt plugs and a vibrating cock ring that Peter refused to even look at and Angelina you'll have your vibrators and dildos." "Mother!" "That's fine Margaret and if you have any sex furniture we'd like access to that. Angelina and I need to do research and experimentation to beef up her manuscript rejected by publishers." "Oh good," Margaret said, "I wondered what got you two together. If you can't find someone to make up a threesome, just give me the call." "Mother," Angelina cried weakly. * * * The guys met Sandy on their next bowling night. They looked edgy. "How's the idea of a joint engagement party going?" Sandy asked. The guys' embarrassment showed. Sandy guessed what it was but decided to twist the knife. "I've purchased presents for you; I decided it was time to be generous because all through our time together you guys have been so loyal to me." Moose, Jeff and Tully now had the look of men wishing the floor would open and swallow them. Sandy then decided to throw a lifeline. "You guys I must give you a little piece of advice before you marry. Bend under the pressure of your fiancées and you'll spend the rest of your life wearing a ball and chain." They played one game instead of the usual three and Sandy easily won the money. His companions then hurried to the bar, Sandy trailing them, grinning. He was having a great time. "Thanks for the beer Moose. I was photographed by the morning newspaper today." "Fair go Sandy?" Jeff asked. "What for" "Aw, just something that came up. You'll read about it in the morning. Now, some more advice about marriage." "ONE. Don't ever wash her car because if you do you'll wash it for the rest of your life." "TWO. Don't allow her to decide which side of the bed you sleep on. You take the side away from the door, because you are smart enough to know if an axe murdered runs into the room the first person he'll chop is the person closest to the door. It gives you a chance to escape, doesn't it?" His three horrified pals nodded. "THREE. Before you marry you open a secret bank account and give only your attorney the account number in case you die of a coronary brought about by bad home cooking. Into that account does all your salary increases, profit-sharing, tax refunds -- absolutely every cent you can divert into that account without being found out. Then in the future when your dear wife pouts and decides to close her legs forever, you have a fund to finance a mistress." The faces of Jeff, Tully and Moose carried the intense look as if they'd just heard the secrets of life from a great guru. "Sandy, this is unbelievable stuff. You are a genius. Can you add anything else?" Four Guys & Marriage "Not really Moose except it's a good idea to have her phone tapped by a security firm every six months for a week. That could reveal she's having it off with some other guy. Also keep a firm eye on housekeeping expenses. Most wives cheat on housekeeping to salt a bit of cash away on the side. Oh, statistics suggest one of you will be divorced in three to five years." At that all three guys looked a little pale. Sandy thought he'd punished them enough for conspiring with Ruby, Clara and Pam not to invite him and partner to the joint engagement party, the women undoubtedly forcing the issue. "Well, I must be off guys," Sandy said. "Rather than bring my presents to the engagement party I'll have them delivered to your home addresses. Do you think that's a good idea?" The three guys shuffled their feet and muttered yeah. "Oh, one last thing. "Clara, Pam and Ruby think I've lost my touch and now can't cut the mustard with women and will end up being a mean-minded sour-face bachelor, right?" "Ruby said a poo-faced bachelor," Moose said. Tully also confessed. "Pam thinks you'll wind up being a homeless person." "Oh," said Jeff. "Perhaps Clara's thoughts will save you from that fate. She thinks you'll live unhappily at home until your parents bury you." "God, I should have found suitable wives for your guys; you've been failures. But don't tell your fiancées that. Look when you arrive home tonight please say to your fiancée, 'Sandy remembers when you concluded he'd never find a babe willing to marry him." The guys agreed to do that. Sandy said, "Right, repeat after me, 'Sandy remembers when you concluded he'd never find a babe willing to marry him'." "I appreciate you guys giving them that reminder. It will make them feel so good about themselves." It would also tell the women the guys had been secretly meeting Sandy but he was in no mind to point that out. As Sandy was leaving Moose came after him and hugging him said, "Pal, if you ever do lose your way in this world come and live in my house. If Ruby can't stomach that then she can walk. No way will I have you dying from neglect in your parents' home or being a homeless guy." Sandy hugged Moose back and said, "That's pal. You just elevated yourself to being my best man." Moose shuffled back to the guys without asking what had Sandy mean by that. He was thinking it was such a bitch he'd not stood up to the women and said if Sandy would not be invited to the engagement party then neither would he be there. Fuck, slap a cunt on to a woman and she can twist a guy around her finger any time she wishes. Guys are just dogs waiting for a bone. There were rows in three homes that night about why three guys had been meeting the banned Sandy Macdonald. Being told Sandy wanted to remind them they'd concluded he'd never make it with a decent woman humored them a little but puzzled Pam, Ruby and Clara. A normal man would want to bury that tag, not to remind his accusers of it. CHAPTER 3 The phone at fucking 6:00 am awakened Jeff and Clara. "If it's a wrong number I'll murder the caller," Clara threatened, leaving Jeff to take the call. "Hi Moose...what...okay...yes we can meet you guys at the Basin Street Bakery within the hour." "What was that all about?" "It was Moose. Wants me to go out and get the newspaper. Says it's sensational." "Well, don't pick your nose. Off you go." Jeff was wiping himself on Clara's discarded nightdress when he took the call. "Who was that?" "Moose. Wants me to buy a newspaper now. He says it's sensational and the six of us are to meet at some baker's shop." "Which one?" "Oh, I, um." "Is that my intelligent man speaking? Was is the Basin Street Bakery?" "The six of us usually meet there at 10:00 most Saturday mornings. Well, where's the newspaper?" "Keep your shirt on. Well at lease we got our usual Saturday morning's shots away." * * * The six of them stared at the huge photo of the very glamorous Angelina Ireland, who'd arrived home in retirement after her glittering career in equestrian events in Europe, and was announcing her engagement to one of the city's most eligible bachelors Sandy Macdonald, pictured with him, both of them displaying near perfect teeth. "What's eligible about Sandy Macdonald?" Ruby almost spat. "How could he possible be that handsome in a fucking newspaper photo?" Clara said, bursting into tears. It was left to Pam to turn the knife. "How is it you guys with your clandestine meetings with the delightful Sandy Macdonald were unable to warn us beforehand of this sensational disclosure? Why did we have to learn it from the newspapers rather than from our own dimwitted men> Answer me." Tully: Honest Pam, this is simply Sandy having the last laugh. The guy was always the brains of our group. Pam: Answered very honestly Tully. But Sandy would only have to have half a brain to outthink and outsmart the three of you combined. Jeff: We didn't see it coming Pam. Sandy made no mention of the woman, any woman. Pam: She has a name Jeff. Jeff: Sorry. Sandy made no mention of Angelina Ireland or for that matter no other woman. Pam: Who is this other woman?" Jeff: I don't know the existence of any other woman. It was just my way of saying that Sandy didn't mention any other woman, not even Cathy Roberts. The eyes of the three women and two very alarmed men bored into Jeff. He sweated. Pam: Who is Cathy Roberts? Jeff: Just a pal of we four guys. We've known her for many years. Pam: The four of you have been screwing her. Jeff. Yes, no, I mean perhaps maybe. Perhaps I mean Sandy used to." Pam: Why would... Moose. Shut up Pam. You're acting as if you think you are the district fucking attorney. Leave Cathy Roberts out of this. This is not about her. This is about us acting like assholes in conspiring to blot our good buddy out of our lives because it irritated you women the full team was seven, not eight, because our pal Sandy kept showing up without a girlfriend, and you three women stupidly thought that was no good enough, if Sandy was unable to even the group into eight then he was not entitled to be in the group. Pam: I demand..." Moose. Shut up Pam and behave yourself otherwise I'll slap your mouth shut. Pam: Tully! Tully: You heard Moose. Shut up. Moose pulled out his phone and Tully said good man and Jeff said agreed. Ruby said, "Oh God, Moose is about to call Sandy. I'm out of here. No, wait, call him Moose." Clara said she agreed and said because Pam had been ordered not to open her mouth she'd say Pam in her right mind would agree the call had to be made. "Do it Moose." Moose turned the phone on to speaker and made the call. "Hi Moose. Thanks for your call mate. I suppose the other five want to knife me." "They are listening to this call pal and we are all so ashamed of ourselves. Me especially because you'd said you were waiting for Miss Right to find you. We messed up because of the thinking you were required to have a partner at our smaller functions to make us an even number. It was stupid and petty. No, it was fucking insane of us. I have been deputized to offer you are profound apologies and to wish you congratulations for your wonderful choice pal and we all wish your great happiness. Bye." "Hey, not so fast pal. I'd expected you to come through for me Moose. Have you guys an invitation to issue to Angelina and me?" "Just a moment, I am obliged to consulted." The five other people with Moose all nodded. "We warmly invited you two to our combined engagement party and invitations will be posted in about ten days." "Have they been printed yet?" Pam shook her head to Moose. "Pam says no." "Just a moment, I'll hand you across to Angelina." "Hi guys. Lovely making contact with you. I am Angelina Ireland. Sandy has told me a lot about you guys and says it's been a great friendship except for one hiccup that appears now resolved. Sandy really does want to keep his link with you guys and has asked me to add my presence. We wish to be presumptuous and ask, can we two joined you six guys in co-hosting a joint engagement party." "Just a moment Angelina, I am counting one, two, three, four, five thumbs up and here goes my thumb in ascendancy. Yes, we have total agreement on that." "Oh, thank your guys. That warms my heart and makes me feel I already have friends and not just arrive home to empty space apart from my family. Speaking of family, my father and Sandy's father will pay the $8,000 required to hire Orlando Gardens which includes the two resident bands, caterers and drinks but not the food. They ask that you guys take responsibility for the food working through the resident caterers and their menu selections. Please just accept the involvement of both fathers and don't think of the hiring cost. We'll all want to have a real party. Oh, the hire fee also includes security and secure parking. The only other thing is Sandy and I am going to dine out somewhere tonight and would like you guys to join us if you'd like that. We have to meet sometime so sooner the better for me." The guys at the bakery looked at one another sheepishly after agreeing to dine out as an extended group that evening. Clara thanked Moose for partly pulling them from the crap and the others joined in warmly. Ruby clutched Moose's arm proudly and said, "Let's all work together to make sure everything is uphill from now on." For a moment the group looked like a meeting of the nodding heads club. * * * Sandy went off because the shop opened till 12:30 on Saturdays and he wanted to be teased by his men and two women. But all morning former clients and people from neighboring businesses trooped in to offer congratulations. Meanwhile Angelina and her parents were under siege from telephone calls and callers so it was mid afternoon before the newly engaged couple was locked in Angelina's room with her parents under 'do no disturb instructions'. Angelina asked, "Those friends of yours, er ours, they never will be solid-to-the-core friends, will they?" Working up one of her exposed nipples, Sandy said, "No but the guys and I never intended being anything more than kick-around-together friends. However Moose has taken a bit of a leap forward and it wouldn't surprise me that Ruby leaps with him." "I thought you described her as sharp-tongued and a little negative." "That was Pam. Ruby has twice the brain power of the other two women as is the most affectionate." "Oh, you've tried her out. You must have to know that." "Nuh, it is just judgmental observation. But please understand. If we are back where we were before Pam decided to become chief head counter and insist if I were to appear it would have to be with a partner, then I'll be happy. I don't expect all my friends to be saints." "Well that over-friendly barmaid escaped sainthood." "So you think she's course and would fuck a fence post if no guy was around?" Angelina coiled abruptly. "No, I didn't say that." Sandy pulled Angelina to her feet out of bed and said, "Come on, we'll go see her. She'd want to kiss and congratulated me." "But we haven't done it yet." "Then let's aim to be back here within the hour and screw like crazy." As they left the house Angelina moaned, "This seems so unnecessary." * * * Cathy Roberts' smile lit up when she saw Sandy enter and the smile only dipped a bit when spotting Angelina. Sandy waved and the smile deepened and Cathy's lips opened slightly. "God Sandy, she's in love with you." "Yeah, now ain't that a shame. so she had to marry my best pal Kevin Roberts. If he lands back here unscarred you'll see him as a cut above Tully and co." "Then if she adores you why let her go?" "Because unlike you she is soft and compliant. I was wanting a woman with a bit of bite and you have left teeth marks on my butt and you go head-to-head when we disagree." Bewildered, Angelina said, "And you choose that over soft and compliant?" "Oh I forgot to mention you are more than pretty, your body is hard and your energy levels are huge and you look if your could fuck the top of a fire hydrant." "Sandy, you take that back...that's disgusting." "See how easy it is getting your passionate." "I...um...here she comes." "Hi guys, " Cathy said, holding up the top of her dress. "Now who's the lucky boy and am I to be introduced?" The introductions were made, the girls nodding and smiling. Sandy asked Cathy, "Am I to be kissed?" Cathy glanced at Angelina who rolled her eyes and smiled, sending Cathy into giggles. Cathy changed the hand holding up her dress front and placing an arm around Sandy's neck kissed him lightly, eyes closed. "It doesn't worry me Cathy if I see what you've got," Angelina said. "This is a bar and besides is one of the things that men like about women." Cathy looked a little uncertain and then dropped the shielding hand. "Oooh, I think I'd love to drink here," Angelina said. Laughing, Cathy asked Angelina what she wanted to drink and poured the wine and handed across a beer and then paid for the drinks out of the tips in her apron pocket. * * * When they returned to Sandy's car, Angelina said, "She's lovely, a real delight. Thanks for allowing me to meet her." "Allowing you? I wanted you to meet her and that had been my intention because I reckon she'd make a great matron of honor unless you have a married cousin or someone else you'd prefer." "That's a wonderful idea darling and will explore that option. I'll call her and we'll go out to lunch if she is interested. "Do you substitute for her absent husband in bed?" "I have done so, yes." "Well, I have no problem with that. I can't believe we have been away from home for always two hours." "Time goes when you keep your mouth open, doesn't it?" "Your cheeky asshole." As they entered the bedroom Angelina locked the door, pulled off her panties and leaned over the dresser. "Hey, what's the hurry?" "Come on, I've become wet thinking of you pumping into Cathy." That comment excited Sandy and he approached here with something that looked a mite larger than usual. "Oooh, is all that for me?" Angelina said a little breathlessly and if anything it fattened a little more. * * * Angelina, nude and sitting at the laptop and reading her draft said, "Dolores in this situation is too passive. We have Roderick coming in hot and upbeat from playing a winning game of tennis intending to fuck her because as you say the physical activity has given him a caffeine-like stimulus and primeval man within Roderick..." "I think after the first mention you should shorten his name to Rod; this is not a tea and cakes drawing room drama." "Agreed, I'll attend to that later. But back to the problem on hand...where is the motivation within Dolores to be fucked? Sandy yawned and scratched his neck. "Let me see...she's just looked out of the window and see the mighty weapon of a stallion enter a mare." "No, this is a well-managed riding establishment. No breeding takes place on the property. "Hmmm. Well you sound technically very competent so let's see if your sex consultant can keep up his end." Angelina's giggle drew a frown so she apologized and unconsciously diverted to squeeze her left breast. That seemed to grab Sandy's focus until he shook his head and asked, "Now answer me honestly, what is the single most biggest thing that heats you up just before having sex." It was useless. Angelina couldn't think of anything other than two big fingers sliding up her cunt. "Not good enough." "It is. I'll have Rod wearing a gold signet ring that makes Dolores jump, lifting her ass off the bed." "Not good enough. That would put off some female readers. They idea is to draw them all in to the fuck." "Why do you call it by that awful word?" "I could say because you do." "I don't." "Liar." "How dare you...oh I'm sorry Sandy. I am a liar, I use that word all the time." "But a beautiful liar. Come on, let's nap. All this excitement has made us wearing." "May we fuck first?" "Yeah, you send me asleep riding cowgirl." "Got it, got it!" Angelina screamed, minutes later as she came hard, opening the dozing Sandy's eyes. "What is it?" "I know the answer. Want me to keep going to get you off? It would be quicker if I jerk you off." "Jerk, towel me and then cuddle me," Sandy yawned. Angelina jumped out to fetch her writer's long. She read aloud as she wrote: 'A swinging cock dropping pre-cum as it approached...." She snapped the book closed and jumped on to the bed, noticing Sandy's eyes were closed but he wore a huge smile. That told her she'd just come up with a winner. "Right, let's be having you my sturdy darling," she purred, dribbling over the head of the cock that was now her constant companion and thinking she must also write that down. Angelina worked up saliva and slowly slid her mouth over the bulbous head of one of the best cocks she'd ever known and she'd had plenty in her mouth, only one at the time of course. She sucked away imagining the assessment editor at the publishing house fingering herself furiously as she read... 'Angelina pushed back her curls as she climbed aboard again and resumed a bouncing cowgirl fuck. No longer was she tired: she was motivated to have a cock drive up her and touch every single sensitive part of her core.'. Angelina bathed Sandy's cock in her release and had felt his semen squirting into her. She looked up at the ceiling in ecstasy and said, "This is life and life is all about sex." Oh, she must write that down. THE END