19 comments/ 35405 views/ 7 favorites Hey, Joe! By: JakeRivers This is a combined story effort between DG Hear and Jake Rivers. Carl Smith has two great songs that are complete opposites in their story lines: "Hey, Joe" and "Back Up, Buddy" "Hey, Joe!" Is the story of a guy that wants his buddy's girl. "Back Up, Buddy" is the story of a man telling his buddy to leave his girl alone. We thought it would be interesting for readers to see these stories at the same time by two different authors. We each have no idea what the other is writing. Back Up, Buddy Back up, buddy, don't you come any closer, I know you want her but the answer is no, sir Back up, buddy, don't you come any closer, she's mine all mine. Hey, Joe! Though we've been the best of friends This is where our friendship ends. I gotta have that dolly for my own. Thanks very much, as always, to Techsan for his quick and accurate editing! A special thanks to DG for joining me in a bit of fun. A TIME OUT OF LIFE Our platoon was pinned down by a VC sniper hidden on a hill at the end of the valley. No one had been able to get a hard fix on his location. It was Thanksgiving Day in 1965 but no one was eating turkey. We were in a long valley near the Phu Bai airfield trying to locate a Viet Cong force that had been sending harassing fire at planes taking off and landing. Earlier the lieutenant had tried to send out a small patrol and the SOB picked off two of them before they even reached the tree line. The LT shook his head and walked over to where I was cleaning my rifle. The Marines at that time were using Winchester Model 70 30.06 rifles for sniper work. This was essentially a target rifle and they had acquired a number of them over the previous decade. There were complaints that the match grade ammo would cause supply problems but for now that had been overruled. The following year would see a change to the M40, which was based on a Remington model 700-40. I'd learned to shoot with a Winchester Model 70 30.06 growing up in the hill country of west Texas, so this was essentially the same rifle I had at home. Antelope were real spooky so you had to stand off quite a ways – and the heavy barrel was great for varmints, such as gophers. I knew what I could do with what I grew up with. The addition of the eight-power Unertl scope gave me a much longer effective range than the 2.75X Redfield scope I had at home. "Danny, anything you can do to help us out?" I'd been listening to the few shots the sniper had fired and I had thought a lot about the angles involved in the shots at the patrol. "Yeah, LT, I think so. I'd guess he's within fifty yards of that clump of rocks on the left side of the valley and about half way up the hill. Put a couple of guys quartering around that area with binoculars and have them let me know if they see any movement at all." We looked over the map and it was a good twelve hundred yards to the rocks. I'd never sighted the Winchester for more than a thousand yards. After twenty minutes or so, Billy, the lieutenant's radio operator leaned over, "Danny, I saw something move about twenty-five yards to the upper left of the rocks." Laughing a bit nervously, he added, "Hell, it was probably just an animal or something." "Yeah," I thought, "… maybe." I got in a comfortable position and turned the knob for a thousand yards. If I did find a target I'd have to wing it for the over-distance. I started at the rocks and slowly moved up and to the left, looking carefully at every inch of the terrain. Finally I saw an anomaly, a straight line. Deciding it was the barrel of the VC sniper's, rifle I moved the aiming point slightly for where his head should be located in relation to the barrel. I was assuming he was right handed … if not, I'd miss. There was no wind; it was dead calm and hot. I figured he was about fifty yards higher than I was and adjusted for that. Flashing back to the Sniper manual (the military had a manual for everything, even on how to dig latrines) I remembered the example. For a scope sighted for a target at 500 yards, to hit another, unsighted target at 600 yards would be a hold off of twenty-five inches. That worked out pretty good for this target since I was sighted in for a thousand yards and I was taking a shot at close to twelve hundred I wanted to shoot about fifty inches higher than where I guessed his head would be. I breathed out to the two guys with the binoculars, "Okay, watch." A sniper is a one shot killer. The average grunt shot upwards of fifty thousand rounds for an enemy kill … the average sniper's number was one point three – about a quarter's worth of ammunition. Fear played a big part in what I was doing. All too frequently I would be gently easing back on the trigger and have the sense of a VC sniper taking aim at me. I handled it – controlling my fear was the name of the game. It was all about being in the zone: controlling my breathing by taking slow, steady deliberate breaths. I could feel my heart rate slow and my body coming to a completely relaxed state. When it was right, I was one hundred per cent in the zone. For that moment time stops, I would feel alive with some nagging sense that I wouldn't be staying that way for long. That moment would seem to last forever for me … a time out of life. Then I would pull the trigger and know I had taken a man's life. Looking through a scope at a target is something quite personal. I would watch some guy wipe his nose with his sleeve or the sweat off his brow with his hand. Sometimes I would watch the eyes shift and I would wonder what he was thinking about … and whether he was married and had kids. Was he looking at me … wondering what I was thinking? Wondering if I had a wife? Sometimes I just thought too damn much. It was best to think of this as an intellectual exercise of the dynamics of trajectory, speed and the play of the elements on the bullet on its way to its own violent death. I eased gently on the hair trigger, images of the startled leap of an antelope made when hit with a high-power rifle. In another world now, I barely heard the shot or the quick kick of the recoil. I'd held steady and had a quick flash of something falling back, streaks of red coating the clump of grass he'd been behind. I looked over at Billy and he nodded, not saying anything. The LT put his hand on my shoulder and walked away, sending another patrol out to see if the sniper had any documents. I lay down, my head on my pack and looked at the sunlight making a dappled pattern through the trees. Lighting up a smoke my body and mind shut down. I went somewhere that no one ever went with me: a lonely place, a place of cold and ice. I remembered what the gunnery sergeant at the sniper school told us he had heard overheard some anonymous Marine captain say to some friends in a bar one night in Saigon: Hey, Joe! I'll tell you face to face I mean to steal her from you. The rain had ended and it was actually a nice night. Not warm by any means but comfortably cool in my long sleeved shirt. When I walked in the band was in the middle of tuning up. There was a lot of noise from everyone getting settled and making sure they had beer in hand. Joe saw me walking in and was suddenly pulling on my arm towards a table next to the dance floor. He was walking a bit unsteady so he must have gotten there early to hold the table. I'd say four beers for sure. When I saw Joe's girl sitting at the table, looking up expectantly towards us, I came to an abrupt stop, almost falling as Joe kept pulling on my arm. It was like driving in the dark all night for hours and hours and coming over a hill to see the first blaze of the glowing dawn. All around everything would be gray, dull and listless – the bright morning sun becoming the world. It was like that the first time I saw Angie. It wasn't the parts – they were nice but it was the package that hit me all at once. Her brows were a bit too thick, a face slightly too round, lips naturally the red of cherry wine and a mouth a tad too wide but alive now with a ready smile. As I straightened I became aware of her long, thick coal black hair flowing over her shoulders and her eyes … her violet eyes taking my heart captive with a lurch that scared me. We stared at each other for a moment - I'd never seen violet eyes before. I'd heard one time that Elizabeth Taylor had eyes like this … but then I'd never seen her up close and personal. We stared and her smile slowly faded – later she told me she had never seen such icy blue eyes, and she felt a cold chill down her back that froze her smile. Joe was standing there confused, looking at his girl then at me … then back at Angie again. He gave it a brave shot – for him – and started with the introductions. I briefly shook hands with her, the hand stronger and rougher that I would have expected from such a lovely, such a feminine girl. She was medium height with a not overly large bust and hips just wide enough to give the promise of child bearing. I sat there for a while as Joe talked to her about something - I knew not what. The waitress showed up with beers for all of us as the band started its first number and several couples moved out to the dance floor. Saved for a few minutes from trying to follow the conversation, I stared at Angie, unseen by Joe but Angie suddenly smiled at me and lifted her beer in a silent toast. I had this … feeling come over me. It was like having been out in bitter cold and coming in to stand close to the red-hot stove. My hands and feet started tingling and I felt a sudden warmth flow over me. Something hard, black and bitter broke loose in my heart; the killing was over – God forgive me! – and I didn't think I would have those damning dreams again. My face felt like a plastic mask melting in the heat and I felt the strangeness for a real smile forming, my lips curling up at the edges. Later, after Joe left, she told me that it seemed like she could see the glacial blue change to the rich blue of a hot Texas summer day. The band played a few more numbers and we had another round of beer. Joe didn't seem in any hurry to ask Angie to dance – later she told me that the only time they danced was when she stood up and took his hand – so I leaned forward and asked Joe, loud enough for her to hear, if I could have a dance with Angie. Not waiting for an answer, I stood up and pulled her chair back and we stepped on the dance floor. The sawdust on the plank floor made it perfect for dancing, although crowded because of its small size. The first song we danced was western swing and we held our own with everyone else. Before the next number Johnny announced the band would take a break after a slow number. Without asking Angie or looking at Joe, I put my arms around her and slowly waltzed to the far side of the small floor. Angie felt like she had been in my arms forever. We both relaxed into each other and danced as one. I didn't pull her tight but I didn't hold her away either. When the song ended and everyone was clapping, Angie blushed prettily and thanked me for the dance. She went straight back to the ladies room to get ahead of the crush of like-minded women. I sat down and looked at Joe; he didn't look too good. "Danny, I think I've had too much to drink. Could you take Angie home for me?" I walked him over to the bartender and asked him to call a taxi for Joe. He nodded, like it had happened before. I assured him that I'd take care of his girl for him. As I turned away, I told him, "Joe, you're my friend and all, but I gotta tell you – I have to have Angie for my own." He didn't answer, just looked at me confused like. As I walked back to the table, I wasn't sure if I'd actually said it but it was the way I felt. I pulled out Angie's chair as I saw her walking back to the table. The band was settling back in as I told her about Joe. She looked over at the band for a minute, then back at me. "He's done that a couple of times. He tries to keep up with all the other guys but he really can't hold his booze. I've tried to tell him to drink sodas or something, but …" She gave a deep sigh and shook her head slightly, with a sadness in those lovely eyes I hated to see. Her hands were folded on the table and I put a hand over hers. "Angie, I …" and she cut me off before I could say any more. "Danny, don't … okay? At least not now," she pleaded. I nodded my understanding but truth was I was impatient to tell her how hard and how deep I'd fallen. We chatted for a while – getting to know each other kind of stuff – while the band was playing some slow tunes. I took her hands again, turned them over, and ran my thumb over the permanent calluses on her palms. "What's a girl like you doing with hands like these," I asked – knowing as I said it that it sounded pretty stupid. She just nodded, like it was a meaningful question, then asked, surprisingly, "Take me to dinner and I'll tell you. Can you remember that it's only dinner and that I'm not your girl?" Then she whispered what sounded like, "And no one else is either," with a sadness that tore at my heart. The band had started another swing number and I wasn't positive that's what she said, but the sadness was real. We walked out through the crowded room and started towards the far corner of the lot where my truck was parked all by its lonesome, under the bright light overhead. As soon as it was clear where we were headed, she came to a dead halt and asked, "Is that yours? It's a '48 F-1, right?" When I nodded she started walking towards it a little faster, and threw over her shoulder, "I'm gonna drive it to the restaurant." I tried to catch up with her, saying, "Angie, but that's a stick shift …" She stopped and turned around, "Hey, buster, you think a woman can't drive a truck? Jeez!" So she drove over to the restaurant and we wound up with two big porterhouse steaks. She wasn't a particularly large girl but she ate like a cowhand that hadn't seen the chuck wagon for three days. After we placed our order, she started talking about herself. "I was raised on a ranch over by Fredericksburg. I'm only child and my dad raised me to do everything. I had the same chores I would have had if I were a boy. I got my first pony when I was six and after that spent as much time on a horse as I could. Dad gave me my first rifle when I was ten – it was a Winchester Model 94 lever action 30.30. Two years later I shot my first whitetail with it and dad showed me how to clean it. From then on if I shot it, I cleaned it. "I was always smarter than everyone else," she said this like she would say she was short or tall, just a fact, and continued, "so I finished high school when I was seventeen. That meant that I could only do one year of high school rodeo," she paused and looked askance if I knew what a rodeo was – clearly Joe hadn't told her anything about me, "And I did barrel racing. "I would have to ride my horse for an hour a day getting both of us ready. Mostly I trotted her since that gets horses in shape the fastest. All the rodeos require official dress: this means I would wear a cowboy hat, a long-sleeved button up shirt, and jeans and boots. Dad would always make me wear new or almost new jeans. "You probably don't know this – a lot of people don't unless they are involved or real fans – but barrel racing involves riding my horse around three barrels set up in the arena. I had to go around one side of one and circle it, cross the arena floor and do the same with the second barrel and a third and then back to the gates. Fastest time wins and points are taken off for things like touching a barrel. "I wasn't the best but I was pretty good. I'm telling you all this so you'll know about the calluses. Are you confused, or should I go on?" I made a gesture with my hand to tell me more. "Anyhow, I'd always wanted to be a vet – large animals, of course – so I went to school in Manhattan, Kansas. I picked that school because my uncle lives nearby. I finished my undergrad degree in three years including the pre-vet requirements. I took the full four years to become a veterinarian since I wanted to take some extra courses. I just graduated in May of this year. "I did some of the local rodeos for the fun of it either here during the summer or up there using one of my uncle's horses. For the three years of my undergrad I was on the equestrian Hunt Squad and Western Action Teams. It wasn't rodeo but it was fun." She looked at me with a searching glance. "None of this means anything to you, does it?" I smiled, and commented, "Well, it does explain your calluses. So you are a vet now?" At her nod, I continued, "Where do you practice now?" "I'm right here in Bandera. One of the guys that was doing the large animals moved out of state and I took his place. But my dream is to have my own practice and just do ranch animals. What about you? What do you do? And where do you live?" "Well, first I live with my granddad, out on 470 just short of Tarpley. You must have heard of him; he does a lot of business with your practice. Everyone calls him Daddy Jim." At that she turned white and exclaimed, "Oh, God, you are that Danny, the one that came home from the war. He talked so much about you and … oh, Danny, I'm so embarrassed. I saw your picture on the wall at the 101 Ranch Rodeo in Oklahoma. You were riding that bad-tempered Brahma, Tornado!" I smiled at her discomfort, "Well, if you remember the picture I was about six inches above Tornado and moving away rapidly. Yeah, I rode him for all for three seconds. Not one of my finer moments. If I remember right the picture was of the bull, not me" "But, Danny, you were a professional, and I was running on and on about barrel racing. Your last name is different – I guess he was your mom's dad – and I never made the connection when Joe introduced us. I feel so silly!" I laughed a little and gave her a big smile, "Angie, I was fascinated. I have to say that everything about you fascinates me – especially your eyes. They are so enchanting …" "Danny, don't. I can't …" "Angie, can I ask one question?" She nodded, not looking too happy about it. I took her left hand in mine and rubbed her ring finger, like I was looking for something. I turned it over, then back." She looked confused, and asked, "What are you looking for?" "Joe told me you were engaged. I was just looking for the ring." "He said that? He's never said anything. Oh, I know he likes me – a woman can tell that – but he's never even hinted …" I didn't say anymore so I paid the bill and we left. She did let me drive her home in my truck. When we got there I jumped out and opened her door. She looked surprised – I guess she didn't see much of that from Joe … or anyone else. At her door I took her elbows and looked in her eyes; fell into them was closer to the truth. I kissed her gently on her forehead, and whispered in her ear, "You felt something between us when we were dancing, didn't you?" She looked down; glanced up at me, then back down as she whispered, "Yes," with a sense of wonder. She turned and ran for her door and I walked slowly back to my truck. That night I slept the sleep of the just … even though I knew I wasn't. I woke with the dawn and lay there thinking. My thoughts of Angie were juxtaposed with those of Danny, the killer. I smiled as I thought of her, her touch, her soft voice and hard hands. Her gentleness and essential toughness at peace with each other – a peace I felt I'd never be able to attain. I feared that when she found out what I had done … how many I had killed – she would take the safe route and marry Joe. Just from that thought I felt the coldness creeping back into my heart. TOMORROW … AND ALL THE TOMORROWS TO COME Hey, Joe! Now we'll be friends till the end. This looks like the end, my friend, I gotta have that dolly for my own. I saw Joe a couple of days later at the bank. It was almost lunchtime so he asked if he could buy me lunch, "… to thank me for taking care of Angie." Feeling a bit guilty – but not too much – I went with him. "Danny, what do you think about her?" "Well, Joe, have you said anything to her? I mean, have you told her you love her and want to marry her? Have you brought a ring?" He looked out the window for a long moment, "No, I haven't said anything. I'm afraid to. What if she says no? I love her so much I can't live without her. God, I'd die." I felt I had to be honest with him. Everything had to be on the table for all to see. "Joe, I think you should talk to her and see how she feels. You can't let it drift forever – what if she finds someone else because you waited too long." He nodded, but looked scared by the whole thing. I started wondering if he was somewhat unbalanced but I shrugged it off. It wasn't my problem … at least I didn't think so. "Joe, I've got to be fair with you. We've been friends on and off since grade school. But I like Angie and I want her myself. This is where we can't be friends anymore. The only problem is that when she finds out I was a sniper in the Marines she won't want anything to do with me." I knew immediately when I'd said that last part I had made a mistake. Joe was looking out the window at my truck and didn't look up as I left. I knew Joe would tell her about the sniper stuff and my burgeoning dreams of love and a new life would fade faster than they started. That night the Viet Cong sniper paid me another visit and my soul felt empty as I came to understand the disgust that Angie would feel for me. Daddy Jim knew something had happened but he didn't say anything. I threw myself into planning for the winter rodeo season and working with Jim as he was now asking me to call him. "You're as much my son as your dad was but, more than that, you are my friend and my partner." I told him I would but it was sure hard to remember. A month went by and I didn't see either Joe or Angie. I did make a trip with Jim to San Angelo to deliver a couple of calves and that gave us a lot of time to talk. In his gentle but persistent way he got me to talk about everything: Joe and Angie and the whole sniper thing that was weighing so heavily on me. I told him all about it, what it was like being a sniper, of how I felt when I killed someone. I told him of Angie and her violet eyes – he smiled at that but didn't say anything, just listened to me. I felt better having talked to him. I'd never said anything to anyone about what I had done and how I felt. It was suddenly a couple days before Thanksgiving and Daddy Jim - well, Jim - asked, "Do you have any plans for dinner on Thursday?" I shook my head no, wondering where he was coming from. "I've got a gal said she would fix a turkey if she could join us. You okay with that?" Hell, I didn't know the old goat was seeing anyone! "Jim, that's fine. Do you need me to do anything?" Thursday morning I was loafing around when Jim came out freshly shaven and dressed nice. I hadn't planned on doing either – actually I kind of felt like a third wheel. "Danny, you gonna just lounge around like you don't have anything to be thankful about? Be proud boy! You served your country, you had great parents, and we got us a nice ranch. Now go shave and get dressed." It was easier to do what he said than argue, and he was right. I was drowning myself in the morass of my own problems but on the whole life was pretty good. I shined my boots, put on some new blue jeans and a white shirt. Jim nodded his okay and when the doorbell rang, asked me to get it. I opened the door with some degree of curiosity – wondering about this lady friend of my granddad's I hadn't heard anything about. I was stunned to find Angie standing there, her arms burdened with several bowls of food. "Well, don't just stand there. Get the turkey out of my truck." With that she stood on her toes and kissed my cheek. I turned and watched her walking into the ranch house, my hand on my cheek where she had placed her lips. She was wearing a sweater skirt combination that showed the promise of her soft curves. I somehow got the turkey into the kitchen where she and Jim were talking like old friends … as I found out they were – at least since she had started at the vet clinic in May. I was somewhere, time out of mind, and wandered through the afternoon in somewhat of a daze. That's not to mean I didn't enjoy it, I just wasn't … focused. After dinner Jim said he had to run an errand so I helped Angie clean up. Later, we took coffee into the living room. I tried to start but Angie cut me off. "No, I'd like to have my say first if that's okay. First, about Joe: I had no idea he felt the way he did. He was a friend of my roommate and we dated some but that was all. He was pleasant and non-threatening. I didn't know anyone in town so I looked at him as more of an escort than anything else. "I heard from Harry, who owns the jewelry store, that Joe was looking at engagement rings. He was surprised when Joe mentioned my name. Harry had a mare with a complicated delivery and I went to his place to help out. We became friends and he and his wife have had me over for dinner a couple of times. "I knew then I had to talk to Joe before he went too far. About a week later I asked him over to the clinic so we could talk in the conference room. I didn't want to be alone with him for the discussion we needed to have. I told him how I felt and as I talked he got this weird look on his face and I started getting worried. When I finished, he took a box out of his pocket and took a ring out. He held it up to the light, studying it with an intense look on his face. "Then he stared at me with a look of furious hate on his face and threw the ring at me as hard as he could – luckily it hit my hair and fell to the floor. He turned and stormed out, slamming the door. I took the ring back to Harry and I haven't seen Joe since. I also heard that he quit at the bank." "Do you want me to talk to him?" "No, just let it go. Can I talk to you about something else?" I just nodded, curious now. "Remember what I told you about hunting with my dad? How I shot my first buck when I was twelve? I got another one the next year but about that time I decided I wanted to be a vet. Suddenly the killing for sport seemed awful to me. Oh, I wasn't a prig about it. It is part of our culture and I know my dad enjoys it, but it wasn't for me anymore. Hey, Joe! "I started volunteering at the local vet office and I came to understand that there is a difference between killing for sport, or profit or any other reason and killing for humane reasons. We sometimes have to put down a dog or horse that's vicious. A family pet ages and gets to the point it can't even stand and euthanizing it is the kind thing to do. "Joe told me about your being a sniper in the war. I was disgusted with him, as his motivation became clear. But, Danny, this wasn't something you did for sport or fun. Do you feel like grabbing a gun and shooting some one? I don't think so. In fact, I know you aren't like that. I can see in your eyes the pain and anguish you've suffered for doing your duty. What you did saved the lives of many of your comrades. That's something you should be proud of and take comfort in." She walked over and sat on my lap and took my head in her hands. "Danny, let the pain go ... it's not your fault." I looked into the depths of those velvety, violet eyes and felt tears come to mine. I started crying, silently, as did she. We held each other for a long time. Later, when I woke, I realized I had been sleeping with my head on her lap. Her eyes were closed but when I reached up to touch her cheek with my hand, they opened and she smiled at me. In a soft voice, she whispered, "You can ask me on a date if you want." I wanted and from then on we would get together once or twice a week when I was in town. Neither of us saw or heard anything of Joe. It was like he dropped off the face of the earth. It was the middle of January and I was driving into Bandera on the way to San Antonio. Jim and I had decided to take on a partner to do all the work I was doing and I would take over most of the breeding part. I was driving to meet the potential partner for a couple of hours to talk about our needs and expectations. The sun was bright on my too dirty windshield as I was squinting from behind the visor to see the road as clearly as I could. I saw a sudden movement coming from the right – a flash of blue, then … nothing. ~~~~~~ It was two days later when I came out of the drug-induced coma. I had a small amount of bleeding in the brain from the trauma, several broken ribs and a fractured right clavicle. The doctor didn't even talk about the various bruises and contusions, though I was well aware of them. Angie was asleep when I came to but awoke right away with the commotion of the doctors and nurses. It didn't look like any permanent damage – just a whole hell of a lot of discomfort. Angie had been by my side the whole time, sleeping on a cot one of the nurses brought in. A Texas State Trooper came to see me but there really wasn't much I could say, and he didn't tell me anything. After I felt somewhat better Angie told me what had happened. "It was Joe. I guess he just snapped. He was trying to kill you and was almost successful." Here she started crying and sat on the edge of the bed, holding my hand. "He didn't have his seat belt on and he went through his windshield into your truck. He … well, he didn't make it. The trooper said they looked for a suicide note in the wreckage but didn't find anything. They decided to list it as attempted murder and suicide." She leaned over on me, crying, but jumped back when she felt me wince from my ribs. "Oh, God, Danny, I'm sorry." I took her hand and pulled her back to the edge of the bed. We talked some more, and then she went home to get some rest. A week later I was released from the hospital and we put our plans in place. Since Jim was still around, it wasn't going to be full time for me. I had a long talk with Angie and told her I wanted to work with her. "Angie, I want to do what you do, heal things. I don't want to go to school for seven years but I have been checking into several vet technician programs. If I do that, would you hire me?" She laughed and said, "You betcha!" When I finished the two-year program, we put up a building close to the highway - where the drive turned off to the ranch - for a new office for Angie to do her thing. We put a small apartment in the back of the building and Angie moved into that. We had not been in too much of a hurry to marry because both of us were adamant that this was something we only wanted to do once and to do that forever. I still had some healing to do - it took a long time for me to become comfortable with what I had done and while she was sure of our love she wanted to be even surer. It was three years after I came home from the terrors of war before we joined our lives forever. A year after that, Daddy Jim died, just six months before Big Jim was born. We called him that since he weighed over nine pounds at birth. My demons have gone to sleep … although they do visit once in awhile to make sure I appreciate the gifts that God has given me. With Angie's love I was able to live with the past – and to live for the future with my family. Hey Jude I had been thinking about it for some time. I was in upper management at my company. My salary was six figures and I was enjoying the fruits of many years of hard work and dedication to my job. My only problem was my wife, Judy. We would be celebrating 25 years of marriage soon. She was a beautiful girl when we met. Her figure was absolutely incredible! She was smart, energetic, supportive, loving and faithful. In short, Judy was the perfect wife. That was then and this is now. After two wonderful children and 25 years of marriage, she had gained some weight. She also had become quite boring. Who wants to hear about soap operas and those damn reality TV shows? I had outgrown Judy in every way possible. I was reluctant to take her to company events and dinners. I needed a wife that brought looks of appreciation, and even envy, from the other executives, not pity. I was only a few years from my fiftieth birthday and I wanted, no, I needed to position myself for my peak earning years and then retirement. I needed a woman that I could be proud to escort to dinners and other social activities. I needed a woman that understood how difficult business is, and could help me achieve my lofty goals. In short, Judy was holding me back. Most of the other men in upper management in my company had shed their first wife and had married younger, sexier women that were more appropriate for men of position and power. It was time for me to make some difficult decisions. I don't know when the idea actually crystallized. I had been considering my options for almost a year. I didn't want to appear to be the insensitive, self-centered bastard that tossed out his wife, the mother of his children, to find a hot, young nymph. I had to find a way to justify my actions. I needed to look like the victim and not some kind of monster. There were many reasons for me to be cautious. Judy had been a wonderful mother to our kids and I didn't want to alienate them. Then there was the fact that my aging parents seemed to love Judy more than they did me. The few times Judy and I had real marital discord, my mother would chew me a new asshole and stick up for Judy! How can mothers forget who their children are? Both my sisters were Judy's best friends and Judy's brother was my golf partner. He was a great guy, but he was big and he thought the world of his baby sister. These were some of the things I was up against. I realized that the only way to escape my marriage with any semblance of harmony with my family was to prove that Judy was unfaithful to me. That would make my position stronger, although I suspected my mother would probably still tell me I must have a needle dick and Judy was right to look for a real man. Once I decided that I had to prove Judy was having an affair, it followed that it was necessary for it to happen. That was not an easy task! I was certain she had always been totally faithful to me. I would sooner bet on peace in Iraq than Judy breaking her marriage vows. Judy was, by nature, a very loyal loving woman. Early in our marriage, I noticed how men looked at Judy. She was extremely desirable to any man with eyes. I needed to protect my interests concerning my wife. I talked Judy into starting a family right away while I worked to support us. Judy made a great mother and talking her into that was not overly difficult. As the kids grew, I convinced her that she was needed by them as a full time mother. Even then, she was still a beautiful and very desirable woman. Having two children had only served to make her more voluptuous. If I allowed Judy to enter the work force, men would be constantly making attempts at seducing her. Of that, I had no doubt. The kids were grown now. Our daughter graduated college with an accounting degree and our son was in his last year. He was already putting out applications for employment in his field of engineering. I was extremely proud of how my children had turned out and attributed much of their success to Judy's constant attention and love. Our nest was empty and Judy had begun to add the weight when the kids graduated high school and left for college. She was bored and turned to eating to fill her time. She began to spend more and more time watching television and eating snacks. She never told me, but my guess is that she added forty or more pounds in a two-year stretch. Her tits were bigger than ever, but so were her ass and thighs. She was self-conscious about her weight and never used our pool any more. How could I get her interested in having an affair if she was so ashamed of her figure? Where could she even meet men that might be interested? Not in front of the television! My plan gradually took form. The very reasons that I kept Judy close to home for so many years were the very reasons I was going to push her out into society! "Dear, I've noticed that you seem bored around the house lately," I began. "I think you would be happier if you found some sort of employment. Even a part time job would generate some interesting moments and relieve some of your boredom." "Jason! You could be a mind reader," grinned Judy. "I've been thinking about getting a job for some time, but I didn't know how to bring it up to you. You never wanted me to work outside our home. I was afraid I would upset you if I suggested I get a job of some kind." "I just wanted you to be there when the kids needed you, Judy. They are grown and gone and we need to think about your needs," I replied smoothly. "Why don't you start checking web sites and classifieds to see what is out there?" "To be honest, Jason, I have already been doing exactly that. I have a few ideas in mind. I don't want to get my hopes too high, but I'm sure I can find something that will fit into our schedule. I don't want to steal time I spend with you, Sweetheart," Judy added. I silently congratulated myself on how cleverly I had planted the seed. The hardest thing was having the patience to make my plan work. I knew it could be a year or more before the whole thing came to fruition. I knew it would be a long year, but I had to find the discipline to stay the course. It was just three days later that Judy broke the news to me at dinner. "Jason, I've found a position I like!" blurted Judy as she worked on her second pork chop. "Doggie-style, as I well know, Judy. That really isn't news, however, unless it's with the mailman," I joked. I thought Judy was going to choke on her mashed potatoes as she struggled to breathe. "Don't make jokes while I'm eating!" laughed Judy. "Actually it was the UPS guy and if he hadn't shown me how it's done, I wouldn't have believed it was even possible. The difficult part is keeping the goat from eating the whipped cream and the cucumbers, at least before he's supposed to eat them!" I mulled that retort over for a moment, pretending to consider the possibilities as Judy watched my face. "You know I'm not that fond of whipped cream. What you don't know about is my rather strong attraction to goats," I grinned. "I'm afraid the UPS man, well intentioned as he may have been, has presented a situation I must decline." "I told him that you liked most farm animals far too well to feel comfortable with the position he so kindly showed me," nodded Judy. "He promised the next swing through the neighborhood he'd have some honey, carrots, and a Doberman. Dogs don't like sweets or vegetables, so I don't see how it would work. In the spirit of expanding my abilities to please my husband, I agreed to try his alternatives with him." "Good girl!" I praised. "This sounds like something I'd be interested in. "Would I be correct in thinking that in this new scenario, I would be taking the place of the goat, and the Doberman would be assuming my place?" "You've done this before?" chuckled Judy. "Damn, I thought I had found something new!" "I would expect there isn't a husband on the block that hasn't done the old 'Ho-Dobie-Carrot' trick a few times," I answered. "Jason, it is so hard to be serious with you! I've found a job!" laughed Judy. "I'm starting real estate classes next week. Sam Gault, of Sam Gault Real Estate, is sponsoring me. In a few weeks I'll be a licensed real estate professional!" I should have felt pleased with the news. Sam Gault was not only the most successful real estate broker in the area, he was also known far and wide as a real pussy hound. He'd probably bang Judy like a screen door! Somehow that thought made my stomach turn. "I know all about his success with the ladies, Jason. I saw you scowl when I mentioned his name. You never have to worry about me. I can take care of myself. Besides, he'd never want an old cow like me." "He'd fuck a snake if he could get his head under the rock!" I retorted. "He'd have no qualms about fucking you or any other cow that gets in his pasture!" Judy jumped up and ran to the bedroom and slammed the door. It occurred to me that I had made a couple blunders. I had more or less agreed with her assessment that she was a cow and I had protested her involvement with Sam Gault. He fit into my scheme better than any other man in the entire Poconos! I would have to work on my natural tendency to be possessive and jealous. Would that bastard fuck my wife? Was she too chubby for him? Who did he think he was, refusing to fuck Judy? I realized I was jumping the gun and decided it was time to step up the game. I went into the bedroom and found Judy crying with her head buried in the pillow. I sat down on the bed and began to rub her shoulders. "Judy, I'm a jackass! We were having a great time and I stupidly ruined it. I promise I'll never suggest that your relationship with Sam Gault is anything less than professional," I avowed. "I trust you completely and will never let you see any form of jealousy from me, ever again." "That didn't hurt nearly as much as when you agreed I was a cow!" wailed Judy. "I'm just a fat, middle-aged housewife. Why am I trying to kid myself by getting a job in sales? People don't buy from pigs. I should settle for something more appropriate for an old cow!" "If that is the problem, let's solve it, not bitch and moan about it," I proposed as I rubbed Judy's ample ass. "Tomorrow I'll sign us both up at Silver's Gym. We'll get into shape together. Hell, if you lose a few pounds but keep those tits, you'll have male clients eating out of your bra.... I mean hands." "You'd be willing to join and go with me?" sobbed Judy into her pillow. I had been thinking I needed to shape up so I could find a really hot fox when I was single again. Judy needed to lose enough to make some guy want to fuck her brains out, so it was a win-win situation. I marveled at how clever I had become. It even made me look like a loving, considerate husband. "Darling, I'd be delighted to join the gym with you. We'll be in the best shape of our lives a year from now. You'll see!" I promised. The next day I stopped at the gym and filled out the forms, paid the fees, and started the ball rolling. Being a woman, Judy insisted we shop for workout clothes. We had to look good while we sweated and suffered! I was going to object until it occurred to me that a lot of affairs got started in gyms! There would be other chubs trying to thin down. Judy would look pretty good to them. Hell, she was still a very attractive woman, even with the extra pounds. This could work well for me. While we were shopping, Judy decided she needed a professional wardrobe for her new career. I considered suggesting it was bit early to buy clothes for a job that required passing a state test. That might not be a very easy task. I held my tongue because I had to be the loving, supportive husband. We could afford it, and besides, if I could prove adultery, I would save tons more in the settlement than the clothes cost. It took a couple days to buy all the accessories Judy felt we needed to be stylish as we suffered. She also changed her food shopping habits. I couldn't find a potato chip in the goddamn house! We had cauliflower, granola bars, and other weird shit for snacks. Meals were smaller and always included salads. Judy didn't starve herself, or me, but she certainly cut our caloric intake. We would meet at the gym after Judy finished her classes for the day. She told me all about her day as we used the treadmill. I had to wonder how she could walk that far, that fast and still be able to speak. I was sweating like a butcher and barely able to nod in agreement from time to time. I'd get up every morning sore and tired and wonder if the whole plan was worth the effort. It was a little easier the second week, so Judy increased the speed we walked, and then the slope! As we grew accustomed to the weight machines, she added more weight. She watched me like a hawk, always pushing me to the limit. I resented it at first. Then I realized she was pushing herself even harder. We spent around 90 minutes in the gym and Judy was working hard every minute. Then, just for the hell of it, Judy began to teach herself French. I mean she decided to learn to read and write French, to help her relax from studying real estate so much. It just seemed to me that beer was a much better alternative for relaxing. The day came for her real estate test. She was extremely nervous and I did all I could to assure her. I had helped her study and had learned a fair amount about selling property as a result. I waited in the lounge while Judy took the test. I actually fell asleep. All the exercise we had been getting was increasing my stamina, but I found that when I relaxed, I really relaxed. Judy woke me up by shaking my shoulder. "Hey, Rip!" she laughed. "I passed the test!" "How do you know already? Don't you have to wait for the results in the mail?" I asked. "Get out of the stone age, Alley Op," grinned Judy. "Computers are all the rage. I only missed one question. Sam will be glad to hear about my score!" There was that name again. This time I kept my smile. I knew Judy was watching me closely. I had to wonder to myself why the UPS man couldn't fuck her instead. Those guys were supposed to be good at seducing housewives. It just seemed better to me to be cuckolded by a stranger than that damn Sam Gault! Then I wondered why it made a difference to me. I had no answer for that question. Finally I told myself that Judy should have an enjoyable experience when she first strayed. Then I would put her through hell when I told all our relatives and tossed her ass out! I had to admit my plan wasn't perfect. As the weeks went on, Judy had more than a few failures in selling real estate. In fact, she hadn't made a sale, or even come close. I was worried that she would give up and go back to sitting home and eating bon-bons. If that happened, the UPS guy would be my only hope! We kept going to the gym and we kept eating salads. I began to notice a difference in my appearance. I dropped back to a 34 waist and my shirts fit like they were supposed to fit. My stamina was much better and several women in my office commented on how improved my appearance was. I realized that when the time came, I would be able to pick and choose Judy's replacement. I secretly admired myself in our mirror more than a few times. I was the man! "Sam Gault had a buyer sign a contract on one of my listings today!" Judy beamed. "When, and if, it closes, I will be getting $5,220. It isn't a fortune, but it's a start. I think I've been concentrating on selling too much, Jason. Listing agents make the easy money. From now on, I'm focusing on listing properties for sale," she added. "It's a great start, Judy!" I exclaimed. "Do you want to celebrate?" "One thing Sam taught me is not to spend the money, or even celebrate the sale, until the check is in my hand. Too many things can happen before the closing. Sam has been extremely considerate and helpful," admitted Judy. I knew why. He wanted to fuck the shit out of my wife! He was in his "be professional and courteous" stage of the seduction. It would be a couple months before he was in the "show me your appreciation by sucking my cock" stage. The guy was a snake! It was a good thing he was an integral part of my master plan or I'd rip his balls off and shove them down his throat. True to her word, Judy began beating the pavement, the bushes, the developments, and the even farmlands for listings. By the time her first closing approached, she had five other listings under contract and $42,000 due when they closed. The week before the closing, she wrote a contract on a farm she had listed herself. The agreed upon price was $845,000 and her commission as listing and selling agent was over $35,000! If she kept her pace, her income would easily outpace mine in her first full year! "Sam has invited us out to celebrate after the closing Thursday afternoon, Jason. It will be my first check, although it looks like there will be a lot more. He is taking us to The Sugarnotch Restaurant. He has invited the whole sales team, secretaries included, as well as all spouses. It'll cost him more than I'll be making on the sale, but he feels I've demonstrated I'm worth every penny," concluded Penny. That bastard could afford to spend money on pieces of ass! I did some quick calculations and concluded that Judy was making the fucker a fortune! I was hoping one of the other salesmen would step to the plate and bang Judy before that shithead, Sam, ploughed her. "That sounds great, Darling. My only problem is I have to go to Maryland Thursday night for an early meeting Friday morning. I'll have to leave by nine or so to get some sleep and be alert for my early meeting," I stated. "Jason, you've been so good to me! I appreciate everything you've done and how supportive and patient you have been the past few months. I'd be the most selfish bitch on the planet if I complained about you having to leave. I'm just glad you can make it at all!" she concluded. It seemed like the stars had aligned and my plan had a celestial blessing, or some such bullshit. If I left Judy at the dinner party in the warm glow of her success and a few drinks, she would be a pretty easy target for Sam "The Snake Fucker" Gault. Judy would be unfaithful and I would be the wronged party! I wondered why the apparent success of my plan didn't make me happier. Thursday morning I packed an overnight bag before I went to work. Judy and I had agreed to meet at the restaurant since it was on the way to Maryland. I would be able to stay longer if I didn't have to take her home and then drive all the way back on my way to Maryland. I was saving over an hour on my journey. I got to the restaurant before Judy, so I cozied up to the bar and had a drink. I chatted with a few of the salespeople Judy worked with as I waited for her arrival. Everyone congratulated me on having a beautiful, resourceful wife. Sam Gault even shook my hand and spent ten minutes telling me what a good thing I had in Judy. He did everything but tell me he'd have her pussy wrapped around his cock before very long. He never actually said anything inappropriate, but I know how a man thinks, believe me! Finally Judy walked into the room. I wasn't looking in her direction when she arrived, but I noticed the silence that fell over the room, so I turned to look to see what had caused it. I almost shit my pants! Judy was in a clingy black dress. It was cut low and it was short. Her cleavage was a vision and her legs were fantastic! I had been admiring myself in the mirror a lot and not noticing Judy's metamorphosis! Her waist looked tiny, like she was an actual hourglass. I had trouble breathing as she glided across the room and kissed me. Soon she was the center of attention, and rightly so! She laughed, smiled, joked, and schmoozed with every man, and woman, in the place. She practically held court. There were several younger women there that had been enjoying a lot of attention before Judy arrived. Now they were all but ignored. Hey Jude (and Ken) I met Judy online - on AOL - back when I had an AOL account. AOL's probably the best place for actually meeting people who are into the same things as you are in "real time" because of their many chat rooms created by members who are explicit about what they're looking for. Actually, I didn't meet her "in" a chat room - I was "lurking" and looking from the outside, just seeing who was in the room and then, if they seemed like a likely person to Instant Message, I'd IM them. I was, frankly, not looking for a woman. I was looking for a guy to have quick, easy, no-strings-attached sex. Preferably a married bi-sexual man. You wouldn't believe just how many there are who admit to such "curiosity" and how many others, if asked in the safe and relatively anonymous environment of the internet will confess to wanting to try sucking a cock. I mean, I believe it's a huge percentage of men who look at internet porn, see big juicy cocks, and wonder: "hmmmm... I wonder what THAT would be like." It's my experience that even those guys online who purport to be straight will admit, given the right lead in questions and such - a majority of them - will say something like, "sure, if a woman is there too, I might try that." For some reason, a woman's presence makes what otherwise might be interpreted as a "gay" event not "gay" at all, but merely a hot sexual encounter where anything goes. It's also been my experience over a number of years of chatting with such men that eventually even those who would "only" do it with another woman, would, if they thought no one would find out, if the guy was "anonymous" to them, just go for a m/m sexual experience or adventure if they thought it would be only that. In fact, statistics indicate that most men, when they were boys, experimented with other boys in some manner or another. I forget the percentage but I think it's about 90%. But ask a man about HIS personal experiences and about 99% will tell you that THEY never did any such thing. Unless, of course, you ask them in the anonymity of the internet chat room environment. Sooooo... anyway. I was looking into this "bi mm" (bisexual married men) room and there was this screen name that seemed definitely feminine to me. I IMed her and asked her straight out: "Hi. Do you like bi men?" She answered "What?" I said, "You're in the bisexual married men room, I thought you were interested in bi men. Sorry." She claimed (and always continued to claim) that she didn't know she was in the bi room and that she was just looking around on AOL - she'd only just got a computer and didn't really know what she was doing. Well, we started to chat, and of course, since the ice was broken on the subject, I explained about the bi room, the married men who frequent them (like me) and we talked on and on. We chatted that night, and many more. Honest talk. Often of a sexual nature. She was divorced but living with this guy. It was all very "complicated," but we sort of hit it off. Liked her and she liked me. We chatted many times. So we wound up meeting about a month later - for coffee. Then more chat. Another meeting. A kiss. Then more chat. Another meeting. Wound up having sex in the car like a couple of teenagers. Got a motel room one day and had great sex - great sex talk - including discussions of bi-sexual activity. She confessed to being intrigued by the prospect of having two cocks to play with (as I believe most women would if given the right opportunity) and I said, (probably said this much earlier actually) that wouldn't it be nicer if the men attached to those two cocks weren't afraid of touching the other guy's cock. (Well, wouldn't most women?) I mean, how much better if you could share a cock together? There's so many more "combinations" possible when the two guys are not afraid of a lil 'ole cock, right? And I freely admitted to her that I love the taste, the feel, the smells of not only sex with a woman but also sex with another cock (notice it's not the man that I'm interested in, but only the sex part - that "other" cock that has my interest). I love it for some of the same reasons that women do: it's just plain HOT. I admitted that to her and finally we agreed to set it up because she also found the idea very exciting. By this time we were together and she felt more confident that another guy wouldn't manage to come between us emotionally. She also felt better that we established some guidelines for meeting another man. I'll skip most of them. But she didn't want to kiss him. She and I would "make love" and he'd only get to "have sex" with us. I located someone online. Now, his name was Ken, and Ken had sent me a couple of photos of him - none of his face. He was standing before a mirror and had a camera blocking his face and had taken a picture of his body. He had a nice, long cock. Judy said "OMG" when I showed her. I took that as a "yes" despite her worries that he might be "too big" for her... (right). I arranged to meet him in a "drive up" situation where either of us could easily back out. While Judy didn't want to be there - she was going to leave before he got there and I was to screen him, he showed up early (he was anxious I guess) and she was still there in my car. So there we were, we talked about this and that, and finally, since we all knew what the meeting was really about, Judy and I exchanged somewhat of an OK signal and we agreed to meet again somewhere more private. We rented a motel room early in the day. I'd arranged a day off - an "in-service" as they're called - and that's where I was "supposed" to be. So I had a whole day off - playing hookie (hookey?) and took Judy to breakfast. Then we went to the room, got ready, lit some candles, put on some sexy saxophone music, and slipped into the bed. Judy and I had hit it off right from the start. We were so good together is pretty "scary." I mean, she and I had - still have - a communication like I've never experienced before. So we got the room and, had a couple of drinks, and since this was in my "dope smokin' period", I also had a few hits of pot. I am the bad boy, ain't I? But, there ya go, the whole and honest truth of the matter. So anyway, she dresses up sexy, and I'm in bed so she joins me there. We make love - doin' everything that is possible I guess... I'm fucking her, she's saying things like "fuck me hard," and sucking my cock and I'm drinking her sweet juices all morning long. That lasted for two hours or more... Teasing, pleasing, getting off. Phone rings. It's Ken. Our hearts beat like crazy. I give him the room number and he's in the parking lot so he's on the way up. We go back to kissing and making love until there's a knock on the door. I wrap a towel around me, and answer it... a brief moment of embarrassment, but he shakes my hand and then he's in the room. He's also got time off from his work so he asks to use the shower and I say, "Sure." Judy is sitting up in bed, the sheets barely covering her big tits. She's got such huge nipples - you would die to put your mouth on them. They're luscious... delicious... and sucking them gets her so hot that all her defenses fall down. Her nipples are standing out so big because I've been sucking them all morning and even through the sheets you can see them and know how turned-on she is. She's hot for it. She wants us both. We've been talking and talking about what's going to happen all morning. Now, the time is here. Ken goes in to take his shower and I rejoin Judy on the bed. We exchange a knowing look before kissing again. I slip inside her and hold her gaze while I ask her "Do you want him, Babe? Tell me the truth." "Yes," she manages, nearly out of breath. "Yes what?" I prompt. She knows what I'm after; a simple "yes" is never enough when we play our sex-talk games. "Yes I want his big cock," she says. "Where? Where do you want it?" "Everywhere. I want his cock in my pussy... in my mouth... Do YOU want it too?" "I can't wait to taste his cum," I tell her. "In you. On you." We go on like that for awhile, almost forgetting in our intense passion that he's in the very next room. Almost. I slide down between her creamy thighs and suck her juices, dragging my tongue all the way up and down between her flowing cunt-lips. I plunge it into her, fucking her with my mouth and tongue, my hands squeezing her breasts, reaching up to touch her mouth so she can suck my fingers and caressing her lips. Then, without warning, the bed moves under Ken's extra weight. I look up. He's offering her his hardening cock. She takes it in her hand, stroking it. I watch fascinated, my tongue still inside her. She looks down at me and her eyes roll slightly back at the very idea of what's taking place. I watch her tongue reach out and lick the head of his cock, when she pulls slightly away, a thin string of pre-cum stretches between them. I see her taste him, then move forward and take the head in her mouth. It looks soooo sexy! Ken begins to push toward her as her mouth works him over; he's hard now and so very big. Judy's hips are moving against my mouth, her head moving against him. She's so wet, so turned on. My cock is throbbing and I reach down to stroke myself as I enjoy this delicious show. He's kneeling on the bed beside her head, bracing himself with one hand on the headboard, and the other caressing her breasts; I have such a perfect view. I move up, my cock slipping easily into her glistening cunt, I'm there now, right beside her, watching so close as she sucks his cock... She looks at me, pulling away from him and we kiss. I can taste him on her, and then she's back, sucking him again. I kiss her face, her lips, my tongue feeling his cock as it enters her mouth. As he pulls out we both kiss around the head of his cock and then she guides it between my lips and I'm sucking him as she watches. I can feel his throbbing cock as I take him deep, my tongue goes out as I take him in, licking Judy's fingers as she holds him for me. We're doing him together, trading off, helping each other. I stroke him into her mouth, she into mine. We hold his balls, lick them, both getting so hot as we fuck and suck. Eventually we change positions. I have her suck my cock as she lies on her back and we both watch as he tastes her. I urge her on. "That's it, Baby," I say. "Let him taste you. Give it to him. Give him that perfect aphrodisiac, your sexy cream. You know how it gets me so hard to taste you. You want him hard for you, don't you?" Then he too, rises up and slips his big cock into her hungry pussy. She takes me out of her mouth and moans as he plunges deep into her, getting into a rhythm, her hips moving to meet him. I kiss her as she's getting fucked, my hand reaching down between them to feel his cock and her cunt where they meet. He's sucking her tits; we're both sucking her tits. We go on and on and Judy climaxes several times, as I feel her juices almost pour out of her and flood his cock and her thighs. She has him come around behind her now, I've got another sexy view as I sit up and she's sucking me while he's pounding into her upraised hips. I don't look at him that much, but she and I lock our eyes on each other, hers almost glazing over from the intensity of two cocks all for her. Then she's lying on her side, sucking my cock as I lick and suck her clit, running my tongue all over her soft wet lips as he takes her from behind. She's got one leg bent at the knee so I have perfect access to them both. I lick his cock, he slides it almost out, feeling my tongue, then it's all the way out and into my mouth. I can taste her all over him, and then he withdraws and puts it back into her, pumping deep, then all the way out again, again and again, giving me her cream off his cock. Then she's on her hands and knees, and I'm underneath, my head propped up on a pillow as I watch him enter her from behind again. I can taste his cock all over her as his pre-cum is flowing; we get all hot and sweaty and he fucks her as I watch and help. My hands and mouth are all over them. We went on and on like that for at least two hours, just enjoying the intensity of it all - trying every position. Savoring the taste of our lovemaking. Finally, when she was on top of Ken's cock, kneeling over him as he lay on his back and sucked her tits and I kissed her mouth, my hands everywhere, we could all sense that he was going to cum. I tell her, "Yes, take it, Babe." She urges him on: "Give it to me. Pump me full of your hot cum." My hand is right there on his cock and her pussy lips as he does. I can feel him right along with her as he unloads a huge amount of cream deep into her and then pulls almost out and milks it all over her already wet pussy. Then deep again, then almost out. I can feel him everywhere. She leans forward for a moment enjoying the feeling of him, pulsing into her, sucking her tits, and we kiss. Then she says, "You know what we talked about, Babe. I know what you want." She slips off him, sits on the edge of the bed, and has me kneel in front of her spread thighs. I lick her messy cunt and suck her. She talks to me then, saying things like "Take it from me, Baby." "Take it all." "That's it. I know you want it." And I do. It's so very erotic to taste his cum mixed with hers. It pours out of her and runs down my tongue and into my mouth. There's so much. It drips all over my face, buried as it is, into her very-fucked cunt. We're enjoying him together, and I come up to hiss her, giving her a taste of their love. Then more, and back and forth. Ken is turned on again by this display, and he leans her back on the bed even as I eat her out. He give her his cock again and she's laying back, her legs over the edge, spread for me, as she sucks him back to hardness. We played again that day, and eventually he gives her yet another load of his cream. I can see it there inside her gaping pussy, so stretched by his big cock. I take it from her again as they both watch. I have the ability, to hold off cumming for as long as it takes to satisfy my lover. She's been satisfied and I still haven't cum. (I probably needed to be hard and turned-on to do the things I did to her that day without hesitation, wanting it as I did.) He goes and showers, and we snuggle. He finally leaves, giving her one small kiss and shaking my hand he lets himself out. We make love agian, tasting him still, talking about how exciting it was and finally I give her my own cum as she orgasms around my cock. It was a perfect day. True story. Absolutely . We got together with Ken... maybe a half dozen more times after that. Maybe more, I lost track. Then there was Greg. And Jeff. Hey Jude I was careful to not drink much so Judy wouldn't worry about me traveling. I stayed sober and watched the horny bastards gather around Judy like flies on sugar. It was obvious quite a few of the men wanted to get into Judy's panties, but the big bull, Sam Gault made it clear he was first. It's amazing how easy these things are to see when you know what to look for. I was sure Sam not only knew I had to leave but was hoping I'd get my ass out the door soon. "Well, Sweetheart, I have to hit the road. You look incredible tonight and I'm proud of you, Darling," I told Judy as I gave her a kiss. "Don't stay out too late and don't do anything I wouldn't do." "Thanks so much, Jason. I'll be careful, don't worry. That reminds me, Jason. The brakes on my car suddenly started making a grinding noise so I took it to Ollie's Garage this morning. I think..." "Don't worry about it, Dear," I interrupted. "You'll be able to get a new one, any color and make you want. I'll see you tomorrow night!" As I turned to leave, I saw Sam Gault step in next to Judy and engage her in conversation. He was wasting no time getting her into bed! All I had to do was wait a couple hours and go home and catch him in our bed. I had purchased a new digital camera with a good flash so I would be able to record the event for posterity, and my family, Judy's family, and the courts. I drove to a little bar about five miles from home and settled down to wait. I had to be patient and be sure Sam had enough time to talk his way into Judy's bed... my bed as well. As I nursed a beer, I considered how well things had worked out. It was uncanny, really. Judy was putty in my hands as I led her through my convoluted plot. She got a job right away, just as I suggested. Who would have thought she would have found one so lucrative? She went to the gym with me, with very little urging. Who would have thought that the chubby woman from that day would show up at a party a few months later looking like a super model? Hell, she'd be better off without me, anyway. I considered my next step. After a few months as a divorced, successful, and fairly handsome guy, I'd get back into the dating scene. How hard could that be? I'd just have to careful I didn't get a gold digger that would take me for everything I had. I found an honest, intelligent, sincere woman once, so I could do it again. Judy would have no trouble. She was making good money and could take care of herself. She had already lost most of the extra weight she had added over the years and looked great. I noticed her tits were a little smaller, but not much for the amount of weight she had dropped. She certainly seemed comfortable at her party, chatting with everyone and laughing at their jokes and comments. Judy had a way of making a guy feel special. That was why I had to watch her so closely over the years. If I hadn't, she probably would have been stolen from me years ago. I was so right to keep her a stay at home mom. It was obvious that now that she was slimmer and in the work force, she was in constant contact with men that wanted to seduce her. Then the thought occurred to me. How could I keep a new, younger wife away from the wolves? I sure didn't want to start another family to make her stay home! She would be at the gym or at work or at various social functions and I'd have to watch her every minute. What if she had a high libido and I couldn't keep up with her? Judy had always enjoyed sex with me, or so it seemed, but she was not one of those women that lived for sex. She lived for her family... and for me. Hell, she wouldn't do anything to hurt me, or anyone she loved. That was why the sex with Judy was so gentle and controlled. She wanted to love and be loved, not fucked. That dumb bastard, Sam, would never understand that. Judy was a lady and should be treated like one! I was beginning to feel uneasy as I thought about Judy with Sam, or with anyone, actually. Other men wouldn't understand or appreciate her moods, her humor, her love of family, and her character. She was the whole package and deserved the best. If that was the case, why was I trying to set her up to have an affair? It dawned on me that I was the problem. It wasn't Judy. I was getting older and felt like I was missing something, but I had no idea what it was. Somehow I had decided that Judy was holding me back, but from what? How could being a wonderful mother and wife hold me back? It was my youth that I felt slipping away! A younger woman would simply make me feel older, not younger. Would anyone care for me, my parents, my kids, my health like Judy did? Hell! I knew the answer to that question. What had I done? I stood up and headed for the door, hoping I wouldn't be too late. As I drove toward home, all kinds of thoughts banged around in my under-developed brain. The trip seemed to take forever! What would I do if I did find Sam in our bed when I got home? Kill him and toss Judy out? I knew I would never do either. I was more apt to kill Sam than risk losing Judy, regardless of her actions. Suddenly, I needed her more than I ever had, and more then I had ever needed anything. I would tell Sam to leave and ask Judy to forgive me for being such a fool. A grim smile crossed my lips as I considered the irony. I was prepared to find my wife sleeping with another man and ask her to forgive me! I just hoped she didn't have any feelings for that asshole and that it was "just sex", as cheating spouses claim so often. I was prepared to accept that and be damned glad to hear it! The problem was this. Judy wasn't the type to have sex without an emotional attachment. I was sure of that. I saw the strange car parked in my driveway, in front of my garage door, as I drove down the street. I felt a lump form in my throat as I parked next to it. The front door was locked, so I carefully unlocked the door and proceeded toward the bedroom. Then I heard it! Voices were coming from the master bedroom! I had screwed things up royally! I briefly considered leaving, but I knew it was something that I had to face and try to correct. Running from it would not solve it. As I approached the door, I could see a ray of light sifting under it. I slowly turned the knob, fearing what I would find. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Judy screamed in surprise as I suddenly appeared. I looked around and couldn't see anyone else. What were the voices? Then I saw she was wearing the earpiece she uses when she listens to her French tapes! She was alone, studying French! "What the hell are you doing, Jason?" demanded Judy. "You scared me to death! I'm still trembling. Look at my hands shake. You burst through the door like some sort of murderer, or a jealous husband or... Jason, were you expecting to find someone with me?" The moment of truth had arrived. What should I tell her? Sometimes little lies are better than the truth. That was one thing marriage had taught me, except it was usually about things like taking out the garbage or cleaning the basement. Was there any way I could squirm out of the mess I had made, or tried to make? Then I saw a large carrot next to Judy and I knew I would be home free. It was apparent she wasn't expecting any company this night. "I'm looking for that goddamn Doberman! I see the carrot there. Is UPS delivering this time of night, or were you expecting someone else? Whose car is in the driveway?" Judy turned as red as I had ever seen her get. "I was just, I was going to, I never used it!" blushed Judy. "I was missing you and, well, I was lonely. The car is a loaner from Ollie's because my car's brakes were really bad." "Judy, you were incredibly beautiful tonight and I couldn't go to Maryland. I got Jack to cover me at the meeting and I rushed home to you. You are the best wife a man could ever have," I choked out as small tears formed in my eyes. "Jason! You have been so supportive to me. You encouraged me to find a job, helped me study for my test, bought me all kinds of clothes, and helped me lose weight," smiled Judy. "I am in your debt and very much in love with you. In fact, I think I love you more than I ever have, and that is a lot!" "Then you won't mind if I eat that damn carrot from the place I suspect it was intended, and then replace it with something a little warmer?" I asked. "That would be super, Darling, but don't forget the honey, and hurry! FedEx may be here any minute!" laughed the love of my life.