My story really starts about ten years ago, I had just walked into Johnson’s Lumber yard to pick up a few things I needed to finish up a house I was building. I needed some cabinet screws, another pair of cabinet hinges, a couple of finish saw blades and a few other things and as I stepped into their showroom, there was a very good-looking young couple talking to Tony and Fred, two of the countermen. I heard Tony say, “You could get ABC or Delaney to build you one but you would probably end up with a piece of junk. If I wanted a quality house built, I’d get Carl Bullock to do it,” which made my chest swell, since I’m Carl Bullock. Just then Fred said, “I have to agree with Tony. Hell, in fact, there the son-of-a-gun is now. Why don’t you go over and talk to him?” as he pointed to me.
They quickly headed over my way as I got out my wallet to get out one of my cards. The guy kept getting larger as he approached me and I found myself looking up at this very muscular guy in an expensive looking sportscoat, slacks and high-priced shoes. He was at least 6’5″ and very chiseled. He looked straight out of GQ. Then I got a look at the woman with him and I had to swallow hard. If he was out of GQ, then she was out of Penthouse. I mean her strawberry blond hair, blue eyes, perfect probably 38 D cup breasts with puffy nipples, narrow waist and long legs which were accented by the plunging neckline of the very short flowery sundress she wore made my mind turn into mush.
It took me a minute or more to realize what they were asking. They were Tom and Lola Patterson and had recently moved to our area. Tom had taken the position at the high school as assistant football coach and also taught English 80, also called Seniors English or as it was called in my day, dumbbell English as it was for those that hadn’t passed regular English and needed an English class to graduate. Lola had taken a position at our local community college as a volleyball coach and her 5’10” height matched mine. We decided to meet for lunch and talk things over.
I suggested O’Brian’s as it’s my sister’s place and I love the food, Plus, she usually gives me a free beer if I behave myself. She had married Charlie O’Brian and helped him build up the Irish themed bar and restaurant, then came back after getting their kids down one night and found good old Charlie boy tapping one of the waitresses in the back room. She caught him square in the back of the head with a bottle of Guinness before ripping out a couple of handfuls of the young gals hair. Let’s just say old Charlie boy got the shit scared out of him by Darlene and agreed to anything she wanted in the divorce, which was just about everything. Anyway, we had three delicious corned beef sandwiches with fries and several pints of beer which my sister insists are always served in iced mugs.
I was the only brother left and her and the kids were pretty close. That is until her new cook Billy came to work for her, then he seemed to be top priority, but that’s another story altogether.
My father and uncle had started this business, eventually my father bought my uncle out. I worked for my father from the time I was little and all through college, meeting Sandi my sophomore year and falling in love. A broken condom during Christmas break and we married that Easter, Carl Jr was born in the early fall. By the time I graduated, my darling Rebecca was child number two. My father and mother spoiled them so. It really didn’t seem such a chore. Then Bobby came along and what a screamer. I don’t know, somehow, I thought he didn’t quite look like me. I buried that thought and loved him like the others and worked my ass off to build a better life for my wife and kids. Then dad had his heart attack and I took over the business. The rest is history they say.
Tom and Lola had traveled the state and fell in love with this area and were looking to build. I asked them what their budget was and Lola smiled at me and said, “I don’t know, whatever it takes.” Now in my 15 years of contracting, I had never heard a customer tell me that.
I asked her, “Do you have any plans or ideas of what you want?”
Tom cut in and said, “We’ve put some money down on old man Paulson’s woods just out of town. We’d like you to go out there with us and take a lay of the land and give us your best opinion of where to best place the house. We’re thinking of maybe a three-story house with a daylight basement, say around 13 to 15 thousand square feet with a pool and two hot tubs, one outdoor and one indoor. We want this place to be party central. I would also like a two-story shop out back, say around 8 to 10 thousand square feet, heated of course with two multi stall bathrooms and a kitchen in case we need extra room for parties.”
Curious, I asked what them what their budget was and before Tom could say anything, Lola said, “Carl, I’d like to keep it under fourteen but if I have to, I can go as high as twenty.”
Nervous as hell, I asked, “A . . . are y . . . you talking hundred thousand?”
Tom and Lola rolled with laughter and chuckling like crazy she said, “No, I meant million, silly.”
Now the biggest custom I had done was almost a million dollars and that one scared me to death. So I asked about financing. Lola smiled then said, “Money isn’t an issue, before we married, I set aside fifty million as a home account once we decided where we wanted to settle down. We’ve been married for nearly five years now and have traveled every place we thought we might like to put down roots and this quaint little area is perfect for us. I might even open up my art studio again.”
I turned to Tom and said, “So, did she tell you she was rich before you married this gorgeous example of womanhood?”
He looked over at his wife and lovingly took her hand and raising it to his lip, tenderly kissed the back he said, “Of course, and I gladly signed the pre-nuptial and I’d do it again in a heartbeat.” Lola turned her head, blushing, then blew her husband a kiss.
My sister had just brought us another round of iced mugs of that dark golden nectar when Tom started in on Lola’s tale. “You see Carl, Lola’s brother was quite the scallywag. One could probably call him a thief because he’d ask to borrow some money with no intention of ever paying you back. He had borrowed money from nearly everyone he could. It got to the point that his grandparents were making him sign a note with assigned interest and a due date with a penalty clause but he still never paid them back so they had written him out of their will. When they passed away, their entire estate went to Lola.
Tom had gotten out of the service five years ago and they had started their search for their new home. When they found their spot, they had both gotten their teaching certificates re-instated in our state although neither of them really needed to work. They had gotten married right out of college, just before he went in the service.
My mind was reeling at what kind of dollars these two were talking about and they hadn’t even seen an architect yet. I suggested we go see Glen Taylor and if they liked him, the four of us could go to the property and check it out. Later that day, the four of us drove out to their property in their new AMG wagon. To say Glen and I were impressed would have been an understatement.
This piece of property had never been logged off and was mystical, you almost expected to see a dinosaur stepping out any minute, at least I did. There were moss covered trees, the ponds and creeks were abundant. Limestone jutted out defiantly; as if some unseen underground giant was trying to pierce the earth to break his way out. Glen was taking pictures and sketching like mad and grinning from ear to ear. To me his eyes looked like dollar signs, he was spending their money in carloads and I stood there shaking my head and slowly walked back towards the car.
I had stooped down to feel a crop of new ferns under one of the towering pine trees when I felt her tender fingers run from the small of my back up to the nape of my neck, it sent shivers up and down my spine and as I slowly rose, my pants were tenting up. I was nervous as hell. Lola pushed me to where the tree blocked our view from the others and rubbed my hard shaft and said as she licked her lips, “It’s too bad we weren’t alone, isn’t it?” She then turned and walked back to her husband and Gary who were discussing the details of what they wanted in the house. I made it back to the car and was so frustrated. In the twenty-one years Sandi had been married, I had never cheated on my wife and I don’t think she had ever cheated on me. I needed to stay away from Lola to protect my marriage and that’s just what I did.
I always made sure that I had a workman or apprentice with me, even if he had nothing to do. Though I could almost always find something to keep him productive and within sight. Lola would often ask me to come upstairs or into another room to check out something and whoever I was with knew that if I was gone for more than five minutes, he was to come looking for me to ask me a question. Let me tell you, I was saved more than once. It took about six months but she finally gave up.
My wife often came over to check on this monster of a home, complete with upstairs and downstairs laundries, kitchens, bathrooms and even two elevators, one in the main hallway and one from the basement party room directly to Tom and Lola’s master bedroom. Their master bedroom was enormous, sporting a huge gunite hot tub and a glass enclosed shower that could hold at least a dozen people, maybe more. And that wasn’t the only bathroom in the house like that, they had six more.
Then there were the ‘secret’ rooms. I had to hire a German locksmith with special tools to set up these mysterious doors. You had to touch them just right and they opened themselves, then a push of a button they would close. They had six secret rooms, two were safe rooms. The one in the master bedroom I thought was rather strange. It had an 8-foot by 6-foot high two way mirror that let you see out into the bedroom but not in. I smiled as the glass man said, “You know I’ll bet the husband is a kinky SOB!”
I thought, ‘No way would Tom let any man fuck his wife, I know if she were mine, I’d kill first before I’d allow that.’ Anyway, Sandi and Lola soon became fast friends, my wife was the vice-principal at the middle school. So we had three teachers, and this carpenter who happened to become friends. To our kids they became Aunt Lola and Uncle Tom. We spent a lot of time together, though some of their parties were rough. To me it seemed a few of the female friends were too friendly, and their husbands were definitely rather handsy with Sandi. More than once I felt I had to rescue her, as I watched some suave guy corner my wife with his hand casually drifting over her ass. I never questioned her about it, but it really stuck in my craw.
Now here we are ten years later. We were damn near empty nesters. Sandi has risen to become the assistant district school superintendent, Carl Jr. had just gotten out of the two tours in the Air Force, and was engaged to a wonderful young lady from Long Island named Sun Le. Our daughter Rebecca had graduated college and was working for a bio-tech firm out in California and our youngest Bobby was about graduate high school, wouldn’t you know it he had Tom for a teacher this year. His mother and I had tried and tried but he was too interested in girls and sports to study, and Sandi spoiled him rotten. She wouldn’t let me take away his car or ground him, or even make him work for my company. She gave him $50 a week as an allowance plus he had a company credit card for gas and tires which could at times double or triple that.
It was Bobby’s 18th birthday and Sandi wanted a big party for his friends and ours too.
Two years earlier Sandi had insisted that as the area’s biggest custom home contractor we needed a showplace of our own. Two years, tons of late nights and at least 100 cases of beer. Did I mention the 5 million dollars? Well my wife finally got her wish. I on the other hand, wasn’t comfortable there, Sandi would never let me relax or let the place get dirty, it always had to be Home and Gardens ready.
When Tom, Lola and their friends got to the party, Sandi seemed to gravitate towards that group and I couldn’t help but see my wife getting and giving lots of hugs and kisses to people I didn’t know, some of which seemed to be rather hot. I kept out of sight but was watching all the same. I didn’t like what I saw.
Bobby and his friends were splashing about in the pool, two of his friends manned the barbecue. Then Tom came over with a platter of steaks my wife had given him for the adults and put them on one of the grills, I wondered why she hadn’t asked me. I started thinking back and then realized that once the house was finished, my wife hadn’t made love with me one single time.
She always had some excuse, too tired, too late, stomach cramps. I didn’t eat much that evening, I drank my dinner instead. I ended up talking with my good old friend Billy, him and Darlene had been married for seven years now. We were sitting out in my big new garage looking over my new Corvette. Sandi insisted I needed it but she had driven it the most so far.
We had been talking sports, when out of the blue he tells me that my sister was wilder in bed now than she was when he first met her and wasn’t sure he could keep up with her much longer. What he said next really knocked me to the floor. Looking at me through a glass of my best single barrel malt whiskey he said, “Darlene wants us to join Tom and Lola’s swingers club. Has Sandi said anything to you?”
I just sat there dumfounded and said, “What the fuck? Sandi who? You can’t be talking about my wife, now can you?” Billy nodded as he looked at his feet. I said, “Would you kindly explain?”
Billy told me that the big house they built out in the sticks, was really a swingers retreat. They had couples coming from all over to spend weekends and they threw hellacious parties. Billy told me Sandi had attended a few. I jumped to my feet and shouted, “Do you know if she fucked anybody?”
Shaking his head, Billy said, “She told Darlene that she hasn’t yet. But Carl, she wants to real bad but is afraid if she does, you’ll divorce her. I thought she was going to talk to you before this party, at least that what’s Darlene said. Otherwise I never would have said anything bro. I should have kept my big mouth shut. Darlene and Sandi are going to kill me I know.” He poured him another full glass of my whiskey and downed it then walked out of my garage and I sat there fuming. Was I going to divorce my wife?
Then as people were leaving and I was about to clean up. Sandi was walking Tom and Lola and some of their friends to their cars, I decided to watch them say their goodbyes and moved to the side of the house. When they got to their cars, she stopped to give Lola a very sensual kiss, which they seemed to melt together as one, their tongues darting about in each other’s mouths. Then my wife turned to Tom and she wrapped her arms around his neck and she dove her tongue in his mouth as his hands cupped her ass, then her feet left the ground and it pulled her dress up over her cute little butt. In the light of night, it was easy to see, his hands cupping my wife’s bare ass as he squeeze each cheek for a moment. She pushed him away, then checked up at the house, never expecting me to be standing over at the side. Life as I knew it was over, it would be easier if I would have just died.
I put on my happy face and did my best to pitch in with the cleaning. What really surprised me was that Billy and his friends had jumped in and helped. Soon it was just Sandi and I. We got ready for bed and for some reason I thought maybe she felt she was missing something so I started caressing my wife’s nipples and breasts which used to get her juices flowing. But this time she pulled my hand off and said, “Not tonight Carl, I’m just way too tired. Maybe another time would be better.”
That night I couldn’t fall asleep, I tossed and turned like a fidgety child. After over an hour of this, I threw back the covers and sat up and put on my slippers, Sandi turned on her light and asked, “Carl, what’s wrong my love?”
I didn’t even turn to look at my wife of 31 years, I looked at that God-awful wallpaper she just had to have instead and said, “How can you call me my love, when you go to swingers parties and want to fuck another man? As far as I’m concerned, that doesn’t sound like you’re in love with me anymore, especially now that you have your house which you seem to love a whole lot more than me.” I walked out of our bedroom and went downstairs to the den and slammed the door then locked it. Soon I heard Sandi knocking.
“Carl, we need to talk,” said the woman that I had given my heart and soul to for so many years now. “Please Carl, open this door so I can explain things to you.”
I was too upset to say anything. I could hear her crying outside the door for quite a while, then I heard her shuffle back up the stairs and I unlocked the door. There was no comfortable place to sleep in the den, I hadn’t had any input on this damn house, Sandi and Glen had done all the design work, all I did was hand the blueprints off to my men, tell them to build it and write the checks. What a farce. I went to the liquor cabinet and had a tall glass of my favorite single barrel malt whiskey and when it was empty, I snuck upstairs and could hear my wife snoring so I crept in and took my pants off the chair. I didn’t want to go into my closet as the automatic lights would have woken my wife up so with my pants in hand, I went to the garage where my hunting stuff was and found some undergarments, socks and a shirt and jacket, then jumped in my truck and took off and went to the office. At least there I had a comfortable couch.
It was 7:00 when light poured into my office as Beth, my secretary turned on the lights and saw me. Then turned to see the half empty bottle of whiskey on my desk and the turned over glass next to the couch. “CARL BULLOCK!” she shouted, “What in the hell is going on? Why are you sleeping in your office and why the fuck did your wife call me this morning and ask if I would have an affair with you?” I could see Beth was upset but I had no idea what she was talking about.
“Beth, If you will be kind enough to allow me to go get a cup of coffee, I will try to answer your questions, that is the ones I can answer but honestly young lady, I don’t have a clue as to why my wife would ask you to have an affair with me.” I stood and was about to head to the break room to get some coffee and was about to pass this pretty young lass and stopped and had a thought, then said as the lightbulb came on in my head, “Hold on Beth, I think I may have your answer.”
She followed me to our breakroom and I fixed me a double Keurig extra strength Starbucks Bold with twice the normal amount of sugar and as Beth looked at me for an answer, I took a deep sip of this morning nectar and as it warmed my throat, I said, “I found out last night that Sandi has been going to swinger parties but according to my source she hasn’t played with any of the men there yet. The trouble is she wants to and had planned on asking me to go with her but I guess she chickened out. She has been discussing this with my sister who has become hypersexual and is wearing her husband out. Darlene claims to need more sex than he can give her. I think Sandi asked you to have an affair with me so that she could justify having sex at the swinger’s club, you know tit for tat.”
I saw fire in Beth’s eyes and she muttered, “Why that bitch, I oughta . . . ” Just then our main phone line rang and she jumped up to get it.
I hollered as she left, “If that’s Sandi, you haven’t seen me.”
Walking down to my office, I overheard Beth telling my wife, or should I say my soon to be ex, “Sorry Sandi, we haven’t seen him since yesterday. Should I tell him to call you when he gets in? At work or on your cell, which would be best?” Thankfully I had Andy’s cellphone, he’s one of my estimators. He had taken this week off to visit his family down in Florida so I not only had his cell phone but I had the use of his company car, or Bronco if you’re being particular.
I thought Sandi and I had a pretty good sex life. That is until a few months ago. It seemed to co-inside with us moving into our new house. The day before we moved in was the last time, she allowed me to get between her legs. I swear, that house killed our marriage. Then I remembered the way my wife had been looking at Tom last night, sort of like a Rocky(D) looking at a steak that had been dropped from the barbecue and nobody had noticed. It was only for a second because she had seen me looking at her and turned to talk to another couple. Then I wondered if all their friends were swingers.
I told Beth I was going to the Northwoods project. It was four high end houses a developer wanted us to build. If things progressed the way they has projected, we’d have enough work up there for the next seven years, with luck maybe ten. It was a little over 200 miles away and would give me time to think. Just before 10:00 I stopped at a mall and bought a new set of clothes, more like an owner than normal worker.
I arrived at the site a little after 1:00 and the crews were busy as beavers and met Jack, the overall project superintendent. He was happy with our progress, so he showed me around with pride. Two homes were already finished, they just needed people with deep pockets who wanted to move in. When we walked over to the next one, they were finishing, it really took my breath away. It had a homey feel, it was elegant without being pretentious. Then as I walked out in the back yard, I couldn’t help notice it abutted the lake. I rushed back inside and found Jack and asked, “What are they asking for this one?”
He opened his notebook then said, “Well because of the lake access, they’re asking 2.6 but for you I think I can do better.”
Half out of breath, I told Jack, “Give them a call, tell them I’m offering 2.1 but tomorrow the offer is 2 even. And they need to put it in the company name.”
He said, “I don’t know Carl, I can try, let me give them a call. This is going to be a very desirable lot.”
I smiled and said, “I know, but I’ll be building their houses and this will be my new office. So just let them know, my service will be the best they’ve ever had.” He got this half smile and walked out of the room, then a half hour he came back and said, “Welcome to Northwoods. Looks like you’re the new owner.”
My foreman Paul came over and asked, “Carl, what’s going on? Trouble on the home front?” I nodded. He put his hand on my shoulder then said, “Man, I’m sorry. I thought you and Sandi had the perfect marriage.”
“So did I, Paul, so did I,” I said nearly crying.
I called Beth and had her call Sam Long my attorney to find out who was the best divorce attorney that he knew of. Twenty minutes later Beth called back and said it was Tonya Watson and I had an appointment tomorrow with her at 9:30. She also said that she had made a reservation for me for the next week at the Marriott and wanted to know if that was OK.
She said that Sandi had been calling the office every half hour, sometimes crying, sometimes cursing but she said that things were under control. Beth said she had contracted with a security company to have a guard stationed outside and he had been given my wife’s picture and she was not allowed to set foot on the company grounds. Beth had Sam write up a restraining order and the judge had signed it, due to Sandi cussing out Beth over the phone. She had recorded it on her cell phone, then played it back for Sam. He then made his own copy and played it for the judge who was a friend of his so we were set. Now I just had to meet with my attorney tomorrow.
I wasn’t quite sure what to expect with a woman attorney, when I walked in, I was pleasantly surprised. She was probably in her late 40’s, chestnut hair with some gray, black glasses, hazel eyes and damn nice figure for a lady her age. When she stood up to greet me, I had to reassess my first evaluation of her. With her cleavage, short pencil skirt and long legs she was way better than nice, I could feel my cock swell and I began to get embarrassed, so I sat. She asked me what was my problem. I went into detail about my dilemma, I had no hard evidence my wife had cheated. Tanya shook her head and said, “Let me get my investigators on this. Carl, where there’s smoke there’s usually fire.”
I wrote her a nice retainer, she had me go to the bank. I did the usual shifting of funds and cancelled our joint credit cards. Called our broker and split up the stocks and bonds. Thankfully the business had been my fathers before it was mine so Sandi couldn’t get any of it. And since company funds had been used to build that monstrosity of a home, technically she had no claim on any of it. I could sell it that is if I could find a buyer. I’d have to get Sandi out first. That was a little over 5 million dollars. I could hear Sandi screaming now.
The next couple of days drew heavy on me, the love of my life was gone. I was at work on Monday and Beth brought in the mail. On top was a letter from Sandi. Beth had opened it and I asked, “Did you read it?”
“I wanted to but I wanted your permission. I really don’t want to intrude in your problems. I do care a lot about you, Carl. I can’t stand to see you hurt.” She said then left me and closed my office door.
I looked at that envelope for a long time, trying to imagine what it was going to say. Finally I decided to bite the bullet and opened the envelope and it had Sandi’s favorite perfume on the paper.
She began, “Carl, I really do love you. I know you must think that I’m terrible. That I’m some kind of slut or even something worse. It’s just that you work so much and I’m getting older now. Dammit you still look so fantastically good. Tom and Lola kept telling me how beautiful I was and that men still desired me. I thought they were just feeding my ego, then they told me about their swinging parties and dared me to come to one and see how many men would think I was beautiful, or maybe try to proposition me.
I thought it wouldn’t hurt to just go one time, maybe see if anyone was interested in this old bag. I bought a new dress and some sexy undies, got my hair done as well as a wax job. I wanted to look my best. You were out of town at that convention. I figured it wouldn’t hurt.
Well Tom and Lola introduced me to all their friends and the men were all very nice. They were gentlemen and complemented me, telling me I was beautiful and very desirable and that any time I wanted to play they were available. I know I blushed several shades of red at first, then the more I drank I began to dance with the men in the group. It felt good to have a man caress and fondle me, I figured I’d get turned on, go home and masturbate. I’d be more than ready for when you returned.
Then when I was dancing with Kirk, he kissed me so tenderly I melted. His hands went to my tender breasts. If felt so good I didn’t resist him, then his other hand went under my dress. We were still there on the dance floor fondling each other, he was fingering my pussy and I had his cock in my hand when the song ended. I’m sorry my love I was rather drunk, then Tom walked up to us and said we should get a room so we did. We undressed and we made out like two teenagers. He ate me out to several orgasms. I went down on him for a while. When Kirk reached over to the nightstand for a condom, I told him I couldn’t, I was married. He looked hurt, so I went back down on him until he came.
I honestly never let another man have sex with me, I saved that part for you. I did the same kind of stuff with several other men, including Tom. I will be the first to admit, with Tom I was extremely tempted, his cock was long and fat. Oh he was very good at all the other stuff but I really wanted to try that huge cock. Honey, I was so tempted but really saved my pussy for you. Tom had me get him hard with oral, then he would put lube on the underside of his cock. I would straddle his body, then rub my clit across his maddening cock until he came. He shot buckets of cum on his chest. Then he’d feed it to me or I’d lick it all up. I came so close to letting him slide in but my love for you wouldn’t let me. I could cum on him for over an hour. I hope my sweet love that you can believe me.
I know I was wrong and I would get home fully intending to make it up to you. The trouble was, I would feel so guilty, I couldn’t bring myself to have to make love to you. Tom and Lola kept telling me that I should bring you to a party and that we could both have fun. But Carl, I think I know you to well, you would never go for it. I recently found out from Darlene that Billy told you. I guess she beat the shit out of him when she found out he had.
My love can you ever get over my stupidity? I’m planning on going to counseling to get myself straight. I have cut all ties from Tom and Lola. They convinced me that things they did were OK. Won’t you please come home and make love to your wife. I promise to make it up to you. By the way, I can now deep throat so I know you will like it. Please baby come home to me. I really need you. I hope to see you soon.
Your loving wife, Sandi”
‘Fucking bitch!’ I thought as I slammed my fist on my desk. Never had sex, what the fuck does she think letting them eat her to orgasm or giving guys head called. I could hardly breathe.
I stormed out of my office and threw the letter at Beth and through gritted teeth said, “Fax this to Tonya and have her serve divorce papers to that cunt as soon as she can. I’m leaving, I need to wash all her stupid crap out of my mouth!”
Beth smiled and said, “Cunt, huh boss. May I read it?”
I nodded and said as I headed out the door to the bar at the Marriott, “I need a drink, probably several of them.”
I was sitting at the bar and was about to polish off my third single barrel malt whisky when Beth sidled up on the stool next to me and said to the bartender as she pointed to my glass, “Bring us two more of these.” When he brought the drinks, she picked up the glasses, and took them over to a booth in the corner as I watched. When my glass was empty, I crawled off my stool and slid in the opposite side of the booth. When I reached for my drink, Beth pulled it away and said, “Over here buster.” And motioned for me to get closer so I did. We didn’t talk but had several more drinks. I was feeling quite buzzed and was somewhat slurring my words but Beth seemed to still be quite sober.
She stuck out her hand and said with a smile, “Give me your key, I need to put you to bed. Will you kindly tell me your room number?”
“It’s four oh twelve, no, twelve oh four. Lord Beth when we get there will you order me something to eat. I really appreciate all that you do. I really don’t understand why a beautiful young woman like you isn’t married.” I managed to get out.
When I started to get out of the booth, my knees didn’t want to work, Beth grabbed me and pulled me back upright. I shook my head to get the cobwebs out, then she guided me to the elevators and up to 1204. She ordered me a bacon cheeseburger and fries and a chicken salad for herself with a couple of diet Cokes to wash our dinner down. We didn’t say much, just filled our faces. I was finally starting to feel better. I went to stand up and fell to the floor, I guess I really wasn’t that much better. Beth helped me get up and sat me on the bed. She untied my shoes and tossed them aside, then began to unfasten my belt and removed my trousers. Next came off my shirt, my socks, then tee shirt and my boxers. Was I naked in front of my young secretary? Beth pulled back the covers and had me lay down, covering me up like I used to do to my kids. She kissed my cheek and said “Have a nice sleep.” I was out like a light.
I was having a wonderful dream, I was in my new house, I had built a dock and had just caught fresh fish for my dinner. A beautiful woman was there to greet me, I just couldn’t make out who she was. I remember feeling so contented, I felt her warmth and love surround me. I realized it wasn’t my former wife. Then a hand wrapped around my morning wood woke me and I turned over. Beth was spooned up behind me naked as me and said, “Good morning, sleepy head,” as she climbed on top and rode me for all she was worth. We were both late getting in to work that morning, which brought out some lascivious grins.
Beth brought me in some coffee, something I had told her she didn’t have to do when she was hired. She smiled and said, “But I want to, isn’t that different than you telling me?” I smiled as she took the first sip before handing me the cup. Beth gave me a funny look. “Is everything Ok between us Carl?” she asked.
I sighed then said sort of shaking my head. “You have no idea how much I enjoyed being with you this morning. My issue is what’s in my head. Technically I’m still married to my cheating wife and two wrongs don’t make a right in my book.”
Beth sat on the edge of my desk and said, “I’m sorry if you feel I screwed things up for you Carl. I was hoping to help you feel better. If it would make things easier, I’ll start looking for a new job as soon as I get back to my desk.”
I quickly took her hand in mine and said with all sincerity, “Heavens to Betsy my dear, you’ve taken my statement all wrong. What you did for me was the most wonderful thing in the world anyone has ever has done. It’s just this old morals things rolling around in my head that’s causing my troubles. I was beginning to doubt my manhood, then this morning you let me know I was still alive. My God woman, I just can’t believe that you’d want an old coot like me. You’re so lovely and sexy and desirable and . . . ”
Beth said, “Stop it Carl, now you’re giving me a big head,” then she snickered and said as she leaned in close to my ear whispering, “What I want is your big head back in my pussy tonight. Would you like to come over for dinner?” Even though my wife had been messing around on me, I felt guilty for my morning with Beth. Technically I was still a married man.
I was smiling at my good fortune when all of a sudden, this big commotion broke out in the front office and Beth and I rushed out to find Sandi being Tasered by the security guard just as two uniformed police officers came rushing in behind them. She had just been served the divorce papers at her work and was pissed.
The officers arrested her and took her to jail. Funny thing was she called me to post her bail. When I told her to call Tom and Lola, she screamed at me cursing me out. I suggested she call her parents but she said she was only allowed one phone call. After her three minutes were up and the phone went dead, I gave her parents a call and told them where she was. They wanted to know what was going on and why she had been arrested, so I gave them the whole story. Her mother was crying so hard she had to get off the line, her father said, “I’m sorry son. I know how you feel. Our kids were young so I didn’t divorce Emily and after all these years, it still hurts. It really tears at your heart, doesn’t it?” Wow, that was a shocker.
Sandi got an attorney and he was trying to pull all sorts of shenanigans claiming she should have half the house because she helped design it and blah, blah blah and so on. Thankfully the judge didn’t agree. She did get half of our old house profits, plus half our savings and kept her own retirement. Other than that, my divorce went fairly easy. I managed to sell that beast of a house, barely breaking even. I guess it was the price I paid for not following the building of it more closely.
Tonya had passed on the information about Tom and Lola’s swinging parties to the prosecuting attorney and they had investigators watch the place. Then during a big party, the county raided the place, took everyone’s names, publishing them in several large papers and the Patterson’s were cited with running an unlicensed club, an unlicensed motel/hotel, not paying room taxes and several other criminal offenses. Swingers are a close-knit group and word got around so no one came back.
Tom and Lola moved away and the place went up for sale. A year later I bought for next to nothing. Beth and I remodeled it some, then we set Carl Jr, Sun Le and my precious little granddaughter, Nicki up with the best bed and breakfast in the state then headed back to our place up at Northwoods.
That’s right, Beth and I had married and she was the perfect wife. I had hired a C.O.O. to run the business down here and I was running the Northwoods division. It was perfect, I would get up early, go check on the men, by then Beth was up and dressed. I would take her to the little café we loved for breakfast. Back at the house, I’d check my email and phone messages and if nothing was pressing, we’d head out to the dock and jump in our boat, I’d fish for an hour or two. Of course it was catch and release.
What I really loved was the warm summer days, Beth would take off her swimsuit and tan in the nude, we would usually end up making love. A couple of times, while we were going at it in the calm of the day, a boat passing buy would toot their horn since they knew what was causing the boat to be rocking. This would cause us to start laughing so hard, we sometimes couldn’t continue. Life was good, I’ll have to admit.
We would head back to shore, where after tying off the boat, I’d go check on the men as they picked up for the day, then go home and help Beth fix our dinner. At times as we’d sit on the deck in the evening, sometimes I’d feel a slight pang of sadness, this could have been Sandi and I. Too bad she had to listen to Tom and Lola, then I’d look over at Beth and smile. I’d take her hand and kiss it, then pull her me and lovingly give her a kiss, then into our bedroom for some fun we would go.
She never denied me, God I love that woman. Life is good.