TITLE    : One Ex-Wife and Two Ex-Friends
STORYID  : one-ex-wife-and-two-ex-friends
SUMMARY  : They can all kiss my ass
AUTHOR   : Ephesus14@lit
DATE     : 2019-01-05
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |loving wives|loving wife|cheating wives|dna test|cheating wife|btb|burn the bitch|


Another story with not much sex.



<strong>One ex-wife and two ex-friends </strong>--- they can all kiss my ass



I was on that street for the first time in over two years. My old street. I lived on it for two years with my wife, Crystal. I'm Jacob ... Jake ... Madison.



I parked a couple of houses down from the house I had shared with Crystal. The garage door was open and Crystal's car was parked in the driveway. A man was mowing the lawn. After mowing for a few minutes, I saw him stop the mower's engine. When it stopped, I heard a baby crying and watched as the man walked over to a stroller and lifted a baby out of it. The child stopped crying almost instantly. I pulled away from the curb just as the man carried the baby inside the house and thought to myself that Crystal now has the baby she wanted.



It had been just over two years since I went to a baseball game with two of my friends. I worked at an LNG (Liquefied Natural Gas) plant a couple of hours east of Houston. Three or four of us would occasionally pop over to watch an Astros game.



On the day that our marriage ended, Crystal and I had just had an argument about money; and it wasn't about the lack of it; it was about how to spend some of what we had.



I had a nice income for a guy with a high school education; and Crystal wasn't doing too badly herself. She was a medical records clerk at our local hospital. They were the only jobs either of us ever had up to that point.



We had decided to put an in ground swimming pool in our back yard. What we couldn't agree on, however, was the type of fence we wanted around it. We went back and forth for weeks. I wanted one style and she wanted a different one and for some stupid reason, we both dug in our heels and wouldn't budge.



On the Saturday in question, the 'fence' discussion reached a point that we were almost yelling at each other. I'm positive that some people would say that the argument was not really about a fence, but was symptomatic of a larger problem and I wouldn't argue with that. The lack of children could have been partly responsible. Tension and stress always seemed to be their worst when that subject came up. She wanted kids and I ... well, I wasn't sure.



So there we were arguing about the fence and my phone rang. It was Bob. He and JoJo (Joseph Jones) were going to an Astros game in Houston and wanted to know if I would like to go with them. I took one look at the fuming Crystal and said, "Sure. Pick me up in half an hour." Ordinarily I would ask Crystal about my going, but not that time. I headed for our bathroom and a shower.



By the time I was showered and dressed, Bob and JoJo were there. Bob said that as they were pulling in the driveway, Crystal was backing out of the garage and peeled rubber going down the street. "Fuck her." I told them.



"Okay, if you insist." Said JoJo. We all laughed.



The game sucked because the Astros lost.



There is a truckstop on I-10 just as you leave Houston. Across the road from that truckstop is a real Texas 'honky-tonk'. We had stopped there before for a drink or two after watching the Astros and always had fun.



We had been there about twenty minutes when four women all dressed alike came in. They never had a chance to find a table before they were pounced on by some of the cowboys already there. Bob, JoJo and I watched as the four women were whirled around the dance floor by the cowboys. Not that they were the only ones dancing; they weren't. The place was packed and the dance floor crowded.



We watched and drank then watched and drank some more. I had to piss so went to the men's room. As I was leaving the bathroom, I bumped into one of the four women.



"Oops, sorry," I said.



"No problem, cowboy." She responded. We started a conversation. Her name was Kelly. She and the other three had been bridesmaids at a wedding earlier and had stopped for a drink after the reception. After several minutes, she went to her table and I went to mine. Shortly after that, she came to our table and asked me to dance. We danced the 'Texas two-step' four straight times and were really enjoying ourselves. I lived in Texas my whole life and could two-step with the best of them. While we danced, we exchanged stories. I told her mine and I found out that her husband had chosen to stay home instead of going to the wedding with her and she was pissed at him.



It was around midnight when Bob and JoJo said they were leaving.



"Why don't you stick around?" Asked Kelly. "We can dance some more."



"I can't. These guys are my ride home."



"Where do you live?" She asked.



"In Orange."



"Well, hell. I live in Lake Charles. I just came over for the wedding. I can drop you off on my way. Stick around awhile."



I had just enough to drink to want to dance some more. Plus, I was still pissed at Crystal and the Astros so thought staying was a good idea.



Kelly and I danced and talked until the bar closed at 2:00AM. The three women she came with had long since disappeared. The last couple of dances we just stood on the floor and rubbed ourselves against each other getting hotter and hotter. When the bar closed, we sat in her car and made out. I was sitting in her car getting ready to put my hand inside her dress when the vision of that stupid fucking swimming pool fence popped into my mind. All of a sudden, it didn't matter which fence we had. I wanted to go home to my wife. Kelly sensed something had happened to the mood, but said nothing. We stopped, straightened our clothes and headed home.



It was dawn when she dropped me off at my house.



I knew I would be in trouble, but exactly how much I didn't know. I got out of the car and Kelly left.



On the front lawn was a pile of stuff. My stuff as it turned out. I looked at the pile for a couple of minutes and tried to go in the house. My key worked but there was something keeping the door from opening.



"Crystal? Let me in."



"Fuck you. You don't live here anymore you cheating bastard."



"I didn't cheat. I came close, but I didn't cheat." I protested.



"Liar."



"Crystal! Cris! Let me explain. Please!"



"Fuck you, cheater."



I tried for a long time to get her to let me in the house, but she wouldn't. She had put my pickup truck in the driveway so I went to it and was going to use the garage door opener ... but it was gone. Finally, resigned, and really pissed, I literally threw my stuff in my truck and left.



I drove to my brother's house and explained my situation to him. He and his wife Leda said I could stay with them. He recommended I check on my finances; something I hadn't thought about. When I did, I found that well over half of our money was gone. Damn, she worked fast.



I took what was left.



I was served with divorce papers a week after she kicked me out and she would not talk to me except through her attorney. The reason given for the divorce was adultery. My attorney, after talking to her attorney, held out no hope for a reconciliation. At that point, he suggested I cancel any credit cards I could; which I did. I asked for, and received, one in my name.



I requested marriage counseling and was told no. I repeatedly asked to talk to her, but she steadfastly refused. I went so far as to sit outside the house for hours to get her to talk, but the last time I tried I was warned by the local police that it might be best if I stayed away.



We learned that JoJo had talked to Crystal the night of the baseball game. He told her that I had stayed at the honky-tonk with Kelly. He also told her that he saw us fucking; which was a lie. I went to his apartment to chat with him but discovered that he didn't live there anymore and he didn't answer his phone or return messages; the same at his job. The chickenshit had disappeared.



This shit went on for two months. After trying, through my attorney, one last time to talk to Crystal and being refused, I decided, fuck it. I'm outta here. So I packed my truck, quit my job, said goodbye to my brother, and headed west on Interstate 10.



Phoenix, Arizona is a beautiful city. I got there on Wednesday afternoon and by noon the next day was working in a truck stop fixing flat tires for the big rigs. That job lasted two weeks before I was so fucking tired of wrestling those heavy sons of bitches that I couldn't take it anymore and decided I would rather drive the big rigs than fix their flats.



I had seen advertisements for the truck driving school at the local community college so I signed up. The course was eight weeks long and a shitload of fun. I was hired by a coast to coast trucking company even before I finished school. Their home office was in Omaha, so I drove up there after completing the course and getting my license.



The company's policy was that new drivers were assigned to a truck with a 'driver trainer'. These were experienced drivers who took people like me under their wings for a few weeks to give them some on the job training.



My trainer was Frankie DeMarco. Frankie was a rare animal. Not only could he drive (He had driven over a million accident free miles; which means he had driven an average of 100,000 miles a year for over ten years ... without an accident), but he was also a lover of pussy. Lots of pussy and I would swear that he knew every waitress in every truck stop where we stopped. He knew if she fucked, who she fucked, and how she liked to fuck. Our truck had two bunks in it and it was not unusual for both of us to have women in the truck at the same time.



New drivers would be given their own trucks four to six weeks after being with their trainer. I got mine in four.



The majority of new drivers were sent all over the 'lower 48' and Canada but I found myself on dedicated routes between Chicago, Seattle, and San Francisco. I thoroughly enjoyed it and I occasionally ran into Frankie and his current trainee.



I enjoyed the next two years and never bothered going back to Texas.



I would occasionally call my brother but he had no contact with either Crystal or my attorney. Nobody had ever asked him about my whereabouts; which was surprising because I assumed Crystal would be after me for money to pay the mortgage and get alimony if for no other reasons.



Money was no problem for me. I had spent practically none of the money Crystal didn't take and I basically lived in my truck and had no expenses except my pickup payment, insurance, and daily living expenses on the road. Consequently, I 'banked' the vast majority of my paycheck every week. But I had a feeling that it was going to catch up with me; that one day I would be hit with one hell of a back alimony bill. So, like one old time movie star used to do, I opened accounts in many banks along my route and stashed a little cash in all of them. She might get most ... but I'd be fucked if she gets it all.



Then one day, the call came. My brother had a heart attack. I was in Minneapolis and my pickup was in Omaha so the company routed me through there to pick it up. I had driven it very little over the past two years and most of what I owned was still in it. It was dirty and the battery was dead. I put in a new battery, ran it through a car wash, and headed for Texas.



I went right to the hospital. My brother had more wires and hoses attached to him than I had ever seen. I spent several hours with him before being convinced to get some rest, so I went to his house and slept.



When I awoke, I decided to drive by my old house. That's when I saw the man mowing the lawn and then taking the baby inside.



I had been sitting beside Rich's bed talking to his wife, Leda. My back was to the door and Leda was facing it. She looked up, stopped talking, then looked at me. I turned and Crystal was standing there. Our eyes locked for an instant and she was gone. She was working at the hospital when I left and I had no reason to believe that she didn't still work there, so seeing her shouldn't have been a surprise but it was.



The shit was about to hit the fan. Her attorney would tell my attorney, then the man in the suit would show up with the documents telling me I owed umpteen thousands of dollars in back alimony and if I didn't pay I would be arrested.



I considered running, but looked at my brother and sister-in-law and thought better of it.



Leda and I just looked at each other. Finally, I spoke. "Ah, what the hell. It was bound to happen sooner or later. Might as well get it over with."



Leda forced a smile. "It might not be too bad."



"Yeah." I said. "And leprosy might just be a rash."



That afternoon, I put all of my banking documents in a safety deposit box. Then I went back to the hospital and waited for the axe to fall. Over the next several days, I kept waiting but nothing happened. No papers. No calls from my attorney. Nothing.



This was getting on my nerves. Time to make something happen, so I called my attorney.



"Lehrman and Pierce. Good morning." The receptionist said cheerfully.



"Uh, good morning. This is Jacob Madison. Is Mr. Lehrman available, please?"



"I'm sorry Mr. Madison, but Mr. Lehrman is in court this morning. May I take a message?"



"Just ask him to give me a call." I made sure she had my number.



I was sitting beside my brother's bed when he called.



"Hello." I answered.



"This is Gustav Lehrman returning Jacob Madison's call."



"This is Jake Madison, Gus. How are you?"



"I'm sorry, Mr. Madison. Do I know you?"



"Of course you do. You're my attorney."



"I don't think so, Mr. Madison. None of my clients would disappear for two years."



"Look, Gus, I can explain ..."



"Be in my office at 10:00 tomorrow morning, Mr. Madison ... and don't be late." And he hung up.



I was there 20 minutes early, but he made me wait and at 10:00 on the dot, his secretary told me I could go in. She added the admonishment; "If I were you, I'd be on my best behavior."



He was going through some papers when I went in. He was in no hurry to either talk to me or make me comfortable ... so I stood there ... for a full five minutes.



Finally, he spoke and cut right to the chase. "Why did you leave and why are you back?"



I filled him in.



"So if it hadn't been for your brother's heart attack, you wouldn't be here."



"That's correct."



"And you wouldn't know that your divorce has been final for almost two years."



"I expected that. How much alimony do I owe?"



"None."



"None?"



"None."



"Why not?"



"Because your ex-wife didn't ask for any."



"So I owe nothing?'



"Oh, you owe me."



"I mean besides that."



"No, Mr. Madison. As far as I know you owe nothing else." I had cash in my pocket, so I paid him and he gave me my divorce papers.



Back at the hospital, I sat watching my brother sleep. I had been there about thirty minutes when Crystal entered.



"You're not welcome here." I said.



"I expect not." She replied. I ignored her and watched my brother. When I looked up she was still standing there.



"I'm sorry, Jake." She said. "I was wrong."



"Yes you were. Now get out."



"Will you let me ..."



"I said get out. You have your new husband and baby so leave me alone."



"What are you talking about?"



"I drove by the house. I saw him and the baby. Now leave me alone."



"I'm not married and I lost the house after you left because I couldn't pay the mortgage."



"I didn't leave ... you kicked me out ... for nothing I might add."



We just looked at each other. Then she spoke.



"JoJo lied."



"I know he did."



"But that's not all."



"I don't give a rat's ass, Crystal. You believed him and never gave me a chance to explain."



"I know I didn't, Jake and I'm sorry."



Just than Leda walked in and stood there staring. Then she spoke. "Jake, I know he's your brother, but he's my husband. Please take your personal problems somewhere else."



"I was just leaving." Said Crystal. And she did.



"Was it as bad as leprosy?" Leda asked with a smile.



"Pretty close ... and it isn't over, yet, I'm afraid."



It was midnight when I left the hospital. Leda was going to stay for a while longer. I drove to Leda and Rich's house. As I got out of my truck, a car pulled in behind me and Crystal got out on the passenger side.



"What do you want?"



"Listen to me, Jake. Don't make the same mistake I did. You can still hate me afterwards, but I need to explain." I hesitated before I opened the door and we went in.



I pointed to the sofa and she sat.



"All right, Crystal."



"JoJo called me that night. He said that you, Bob and he had stopped at the bar. That some women came in and since it was crowded, sat at your table. Within a few minutes, you were buying drinks for and dancing with one of the women. He said that pretty soon you had your hand inside her blouse and she was rubbing your dick."



She stopped and took a deep breath.



"He said you and she went outside and he followed. He saw you get in the back seat of her car and then watched as you fucked her."



I sat and looked at her. "And you believed him?"



"Yes."



"Why?"



"I'm not sure. Frustration, mostly, I suppose. We had been arguing and being stubborn about that stupid fence. Then Bob called and you told him you would go to the game without discussing it with me and I got mad. You had never done that before and I resented it. I must have just been looking for a reason to find something wrong with you and when JoJo called, that was all it took."



"How did you find out he lied?"



"He told me ... later."



"It's water under the bridge now. You've gone on with your life and I've gone on with mine." I decided to change the subject. "I assume you are still working at the hospital."



"Yes. Only it's part-time now."



"Part-time? Why?"



She hesitated a long time before answering. "Joanie needs me at home."



"Joanie?"



"My daughter."



"I thought you said you weren't married."



"I'm not."



"Who's the father?"



Another long hesitation. "JoJo."



I guess I should have been surprised or shocked, but for some reason, I wasn't. From most things I had either read or heard, it was 'the messenger' who was often the recipient of the first revenge fuck by a cheated on spouse or partner and Crystal had just confirmed it; at least in this case. I may not have been surprised or shocked, but I was pissed. To find out that he had lied was bad enough, but to find out he fucked her AND made her pregnant was too much.



"And just when was the child conceived? The same night he lied to you?"



"No. It was probably the next day."



"And how many times did you fuck him? Or are you still fucking him?"



"Jake, please don't ask ..."



"How many times did you fuck him, Crystal? Once? Twice? A dozen? Exactly how many times did you feel you had to fuck him to get even?"



"Jake ... please ..."



"You should leave now."



"Jake, please let me explain ..."



"Leave!"



It didn't take her long to get out the front door.



So she had what she had wanted for a long time. A child. I wondered if JoJo was driving the car she came in.



I stayed pissed for a couple of days before I decided that a whore and a lowlife son of a bitch were not worth it.



The rest of the week went along pretty well. Rich was showing signs of recovery. When I told him about Crystal, he didn't seem to care one way or another; he just let me vent. What he did care about were his businesses. He had been away from them and was starting to worry about them. He owned two fast food restaurants and was anxious to get back to work.



I had made no effort to see any of my old friends or acquaintances since being back and I made plans to get back to Omaha and pick up my truck and hit the road again.



The night before I was to leave, I was having dinner at a local bar/restaurant when I looked up and Bob was standing there.



"May I sit down?"



Bob had not done anything to me as far as I knew, so I said, sure. He had been sitting in the bar when he saw me come in so he brought his drink with him.

<hr pg="2" />"How've you been?" He started.



"Not bad. You?"



"Same old same old." He replied.



"Still at the plant?" I asked.



"Yeah."



We just sat there for a couple of minutes.



"He always wanted her, Jake. And after you made that comment, it started him thinking about actually doing it."



"Comment? What comment?"



"That night we went to the game. I told you that Crystal had torn out of your driveway and you said, 'fuck her' then JoJo said 'If you insist'. So that evening was the perfect storm. You stayed with that girl and ..."



"What a scumbag." I said. "But she didn't have to say yes but she made her bed now she can lie in it."



"Are you going to talk to her again? Try to work things out?" Again? How did he know I had talked to her at all?



"Fuck no. There is nothing to work out. She cheated and we're divorced. My brother is recovering and I'm leaving tomorrow."



"Well, good luck." He downed the last of his beer, got up, and walked out.



I went to the bank and emptied my safety deposit box and consolidated my far flung accounts. I had a pretty impressive total.



Then I went to Rich and Leda's to pack my meager belongings and get ready to leave.



The next morning after handshakes, hugs, and kisses, I headed for Omaha. On the way out of town, I stopped at what used to be my favorite restaurant. Their breakfast was always the best and I wanted one. The hostess seated me, handed me a menu, poured me a cup of coffee, and told me my waitress would be right with me. I put the menu on the table because I already knew what I wanted.



"Good morning. My name is Rachel and I'll be taking care of you this morn ... oh my God, it's you!"



I looked up to see Rachel Lopez, a neighbor Crystal and I had. "Well, hello, Rach. How've you been?" I asked as I stood to hug her.



"Pretty much the same as always. How about you?"



"I've been worse. How's Tony?" Tony was her husband ... at least he was the last time I was here.



"He's still an asshole, and I'm going to divorce him as soon as some good lookin' rich guy walks in here and sweeps me off my feet."



I laughed. It's the same story I'd heard for a long time. They had to have been married at least twenty years with about half a dozen kids. I sat back down.



"What can I get yuh, Jake?"



"Two eggs over medium, country ham, hash browns, white toast, and more coffee."



"You got it." She started to leave, but stopped. "Have you seen Crystal?"



"Yeah, we talked a little."



"So you know about the baby and JoJo."



"I know she has a child and who the father is. Don't need to know more."



"Oh my God, Jake. He lied to her."



"Men have been lying to women since day one to get in their pants ... and women have had the option of believing them or not. She chose to believe his lie then she fucked him and got pregnant."



"She was mad at you, Jake. She never would have done it, otherwise."



"Bullshit, Rach. I was mad at her, too, but I didn't sleep with someone because of it." Right after I said it, I felt just a pang of guilt. Had I had just one more drink that night, I could easily have slept with someone else ... but the bottom line was I didn't.



Had she confronted me with JoJo's accusation and I disclosed my own conduct that night, she still may have decided to kick me out, but at least I would have been able to present my case.



And in the interest of full disclosure, I have no idea what I would have done had the roles been reversed; had she confessed to me that she had been drinking, danced with, and made out like teen agers with a man she just met I have no clue what my reaction would have been. But I would like to think that I would have, at the very least, listened to her.



"But, Jake, she ..."



"I interrupted her. "Look Rachel. I'm leaving town. I don't want to think, hear, or talk about my ex-wife."



"All right, Jake." She left to place my order. About 10 minutes and another cup of coffee later, she put it in front of me. If you had taken the bad taste of talking about Crystal out of my mouth, the breakfast would have been as good as I remembered it.



As I rose to leave, Rachel came up and we hugged.



"It was good to see you, Jake. Come back and see us."



"It was good to see you, too, Rach. Tell Tony I said hello. My brother is here so I'll be back."



Two days later, I was in Omaha. I put my stuff in the brand new truck they gave me and headed for Seattle.



The next months flew by. I was well fed, happy, and adding more money every week to my growing pile. I had also made the last payment on my pickup.



I was almost to Omaha when my phone rang. It was my sister-in-law.



"What's wrong, Leda?" I asked as I answered.



"He had another heart attack. This one is worse. He went back to work too early and worked too hard. Can you come home?"



"I'll be there tomorrow." I had been driving for almost ten hours, which was the maximum you could legally drive without taking a break, but I ignored the rule and it took me three more hours to get to Omaha, an hour to put my gear in my pick up and another 16 to get to Orange. Again, I went immediately to the hospital where I found Leda by his bed. After no sleep for almost 30 hours, I was a zombie and fell asleep in a chair almost immediately.



Nurses fussing over Rich woke me up. They were doing their normal 'systems check' on him. Leda was standing by the window holding a cup of coffee. I stood, stretched, and walked to her. We hugged and she offered me a sip of her coffee. I took it.



"He was in his burger restaurant when it happened. Two EMT's happened to be there having lunch otherwise he might have died." Leda spoke softly looking at her husband and not at me. "He almost died, Jake."



The nurses left and she reached over to smooth the blanket over his chest.



We spent most of the day just watching him.



Recovery this time could take several months. After a very long discussion, Leda and I decided that I would take time off from my job and take over management of his restaurants. He had told her on several occasions that the only two people he would trust were the two of us. I called my company and brought them up to date.



I had no experience managing people or running a business, but somebody had to try to protect his interests.



That night I again slept in a chair in his room. I awoke in the middle of the night and sensed the presence of someone in the room. I slowly reached for the control pad on Rich's bed and hit the light button.



Enough light appeared for me to see Crystal standing over my chair. She darted for the door, but I grabbed her arm and stopped her. I stood, and still holding her arm led her out of the room and down the hall to a waiting area.



"Sit." I ordered. She did. "What were you doing in there?" Silence. "Crystal! What were you doing in Rich's room?"



"I check on him every chance I get."



"Why?"



"A couple of reasons. He was my brother-in-law and I still like him."



"So you wait until the middle of the night? In the dark?"



"Yes."



"Why?"



"Leda isn't there. She doesn't like me anymore and doesn't want me around."



I just looked at her. "Who takes care of your daughter when you leave in the middle of the night?"



"My uh, my roommate."



"Who's your roommate?"



"What is this? The third degree? I don't have to answer your questions."



"You're right. You don't". I started to leave. "Don't come back here."



"You can't tell me what to do. I work here."



"You're right again. But I can damn sure keep you out of my brother's room."



I went back to Rich's room. I made up my mind that if I caught her in Rich's room again, I'd talk to the hospital administrator about it. I didn't sleep much for the rest of the night.



The next day, Leda and I met with the managers of their two restaurants and told them that I was going to be in charge until Rich recovered ... fully recovered ... this time. The next three days were spent in and around the two restaurants. I preferred the hamburger restaurant to the chicken restaurant and decided to make it my base of operations.



For the most part, I watched as the managers ran their respective operations and I dealt mainly with controlling the money and making sure checks were written and supplies were ordered. All in all not a bad way to spend time.



Several evenings per week I was at the hospital.



Two months went by and I hadn't seen Crystal anywhere around. I certainly didn't miss her; and I was beginning to realize that I wasn't missing being on the road either... but I was missing pussy.



Lake Charles, Louisiana was just half an hour east of Orange and had a couple of casinos, which meant there might be a young lady or two looking for an evening's entertainment. Texas doesn't have casinos so we went to Louisiana to gamble.



On Friday evening, I headed for Louisiana with high hopes of getting laid. By 10:00 that night, I was playing Blackjack because I hadn't received any nibbles in my efforts to recruit female companionship. It was midnight and I was down about $300.00. I had made up my mind to get my ass back to Texas when there was a tap on my shoulder. I turned and looked.



"Excuse me, but do I know you?" I looked up into an attractive face. The dealer twice asked the table to place their bets but, apparently, she got tired of waiting for me and dealt the cards.



"Well, hello. It's been a long time."



"Yes, it has. I remember the face, but the name escapes me." She said.



"Jake Madison." I said putting out my hand. She ignored it and moved in to hug me. After the hug, I added. "And you're the reason I'm divorced." She was wearing the slinky black dress that all women seem to have and they all look fabulous wearing. It's the dress that makes saliva pour from the mouths of men worldwide.



"Oh, now I remember. Houston, wasn't it? We almost 'did the dirty' in my car one night."



"That was us."



"Place your bets, please. Place your bets." Said the dealer.



I turned to her. "I'm out." Then I picked up my chips, stood, took the arm of the lady and headed for the nearest in house bar. We sat and ordered our drinks. I looked at her and spoke. "It's Casey, or Kelly, or Chris, or something like that."



She smiled. "You're good. It's Kelly. Kelly Rowland."



"I remember the Kelly. I don't remember the Rowland."



"That's because I don't think I told you. So tell me how I caused your divorce." So I told her my story.



"And she wouldn't listen to you?"



"Nope. How about you? Did you tell your husband about that night?"



"Oh, God, no. And the couple whose wedding I was there for are divorced. Their marriage lasted less than a year."



"I assume you are still married."



"Bad assumption. We discovered that I'm just not cut out for marriage. Not that I'm a slut; that night with you was the closest I ever came to cheating on him, but the whole one man, one woman thing just isn't my style."



I looked at her and was about to suggest that we finish what we started long ago, when we were interrupted. "Are you ready to go?" The voice came from the poster boy for male models. Six feet of walking testosterone. She stood and I stood.



"Of course, sweetie." As she patted him on his chest. Then she turned to me. "Could I talk you into buying me dinner tomorrow?"



I looked at him then at her and hesitantly spoke. "I, uh, I would love to ... if it's okay."



"Of course it's okay. Give me your phone." I did and she added her name and number to my contacts. "Call me anytime after noon. I should be available by then." Then she kissed me, grabbed his arm and walked away.



As I watched them, several thoughts went through my mind. The dominant one, of course, was that I should have fucked her when I had the chance. A secondary thought was what kind of woman gives her number to a man in front of her date?



I decided it was time to get back to Texas.



At noon the next day, I was looking at my phone trying to decide if I should call her. My thumb decided for me and pressed the button. She answered and we talked for a few minutes before agreeing to meet at the steak house in one of the casinos that evening.



I drove the 30 minutes to Lake Charles, and was sitting at a table when she walked in. One look at her in her tight fitting jeans and I wondered how women can get into them much less move after they did. I stood as she approached. We hugged and kissed then sat.



"May I ask you a question?" I asked.



"Of course."



"Who is the guy you were with last night?"



She smiled. "His name is Ian McDougal and he is my oldest and dearest friend. I have known him since I was five and he took my cherry after our senior prom and he hasn't fucked a female since. I make it a rule never to come to the casinos unless he escorts me. Usually he and his partner come with me, but Jeremy was not feeling well last night. And if we look real close, I'm sure we will find one or both of them lurking around here someplace. They think I don't know they sometimes follow me when I have a date to make sure nothing happens to me."



"He's gay?" I asked.



She smiled. "Hard to believe, isn't it? He could have his pick of virtually any woman in here, but his preference is Jeremy. You should see the envious looks I get from women when I'm with him. It's fun to watch."



We had just finished our dessert of bananas foster and I looked at her. "What would you like to do now? Hit the Blackjack tables?"



She lifted her wine glass, took a very small sip, held the glass in front of her face and said. "What I would really like to do is finish what we started in Houston."



We had just reached the door when Ian and Jeremy appeared directly in front of us. "Everything okay, Kelly?" Ian asked.



She smiled. "Yes, sweetie. We're going to my place. You two can relax and go home." And just like that they were gone. Disappeared into thin air. I have no idea where or which way they went. It was spooky.



At Kelly's house we took our time undressing; of course most of the time was spent by me watching her peel those jeans off of her perfect legs. They were so tight, I could see where the seams on the inside of the jeans actually pressed into her skin and I could count the number of stitches pressed into her flesh.



Her top was a yellow t-shirt cut low and exposing a lot of cleavage ... and she looked hotter than hell. As she lifted it the underside of her black bra was exposed and she seemed to hold it there teasing me. After what seemed like an hour, she pulled it up and away from her body and left her standing there in her black thong and black bra. I had taken off my shirt and was working on my trousers when she reached that point so I just stood there and stared. She was beautiful.



She smiled when she saw me looking ... no, it was more like leering ... at her. "Would you like to see more?" She asked.



I nodded, afraid that if I tried to speak, I would drool all over myself.



She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. As soon as it came unhooked the cups drooped just enough for me to see the tops of her tits ... not quite to the nipples ... but close. Then she laughed and the bra fell to the floor.



My tongue and my trousers hit the floor at about the same time Kelly's bra did. I had never seen a more perfect pair of tits. I stepped out of my trousers and walked toward her. Her thumbs went to the narrow strip of material holding her thong and slipped under it. In a fluid motion her hands slid down her legs taking the thong with it.



So I approached Kelly with every intention of going slow and pleasing her over and over; but she had other ideas. She rushed at me, grabbed me and attacked my body as if it were her last chance for sex. My trousers were already off so she made short work of my briefs and they ended up on the lampshade beside her bed. When she saw my dick, she lunged for, and devoured it; rock hard and it disappeared down her throat in one swift move ... and stayed there. I didn't have to fuck her mouth and she didn't have to move her head back and forth; her throat muscles jacked me off without me moving an inch and when I erupted, my eyes rolled up in my head and stayed there for what seemed like a very long time.



That night was both the longest and shortest of my life. I fucked more, longer, and better than I ever had before; and when the sun came up it seemed like we had just gotten started. I remember thinking sometime before dawn no wonder Ian hadn't fucked a female since Kelly; she wore his ass out to the point that he swore off of women.



Kelly and I spent the whole of Sunday in and out of her bed and it was as if we were in competition to see who could be the better lover.



Monday morning found me at the hamburger restaurant; tired, drained, and sleepy.



Over the next couple of weeks, Kelly and I spent a lot of time in bed. We found that love of sex was the only thing we had in common. We fucked and talked about fucking, but that was all. Once in a while the weather came up for discussion, but it was the exception; not the rule. It was all about fucking.



One Monday morning she said. "We've about run our course, don't you think?"



"Yeah," I answered. "I think so."



I walked out of her house and, I thought, her life. I saw her a couple of times when I drove to Lake Charles to visit a Casino. We would nod and smile. Either Ian or Jeremy, or both, were lurking near her somewhere.



I was still staying with Rich and Leda because I figured when Rich got well that I would go back on the road in a Semi so didn't need a place of my own.



About two and a half months after his attack, Rich started talking about going back to work. Both Leda and I thought it was still too soon, so Leda convinced him to go on a month long vacation before getting back into the daily grind of work. He finally agreed and they headed for Europe.



They had been gone a few days and I had just pulled into their hamburger restaurant and started inside when I saw a young girl slide down the slide in the playground area of the restaurant. She was just barely able to climb the ladder on the slide, but she made it. She had just slid and had gotten to the bottom of the slide as an older boy came down right behind her and knocked her to the ground. She lay there crying and I rushed over to her just as her mother reached her. We actually bumped into each other reaching for the little girl. I looked at her and did a double-take. It was Crystal. She picked the child up and held her trying to calm her. She turned to me and said "Thank you for ...." Then she realized who I was. "Oh. It's you. Thank you." We were both taken aback.



I started to leave "How's Rich?" She asked.



"Much better. They're in Europe right now." I had no intention of even being civil, much less talking to her, but for some reason, I was nice.



"So you're watching the restaurants for him?"



"For now."



"And later?"



"I'm not sure. I thought I would go back on the road, but ...." And I shrugged.



"Back on the road?"



"Yeah. I'm a truck driver now."



She looked at me in surprise. "Really?" Just then her daughter came running in needing to go to the restroom. "Okay, Joanie. Come on."



I went back to the office and watched from behind the mirror as they came out of the restroom and left.



The day Rich and Leda came home, Crystal called me. "Jake, I really need to talk to you." I hesitated. "Please?"



"Okay. Call me in a couple of days. I'm up to my ass in alligators getting ready for Rich."



"Okay. I'll call you day after tomorrow."



Rich was chomping at the bit. He was more than ready to go back to work as soon as he stepped off the plane.



That evening, they wanted to talk to me. They asked what I was going to do with my future. I told them about my nest egg, my uncertainty about my future, and the fact that I had enjoyed their restaurants.



"Have you thought about getting your own franchise?" Asked Rich.

<hr pg="3" />"Not really. I never thought I could afford one."



"Well, at this point you can't; but your 'nest egg' as you call it is a good start and Leda and I would like to loan you the rest of what you need. How about it?"



"Wow. Let me give it some thought."



"Don't think too long. I know of one that could be available. We were considering buying it, but Leda has convinced me that two is enough." Said Rich.



"That's right. He's had two heart attacks; one for each restaurant. He doesn't need another." Laughed Leda.



"Give me a couple of days."



"Okay, but not much more."



I went to bed but didn't sleep much that night. The next morning I felt hungry for two eggs over medium, country ham, hash browns, white toast, and coffee so I went to where I knew they were the best. Rachel met me as soon as I walked in.



"I'm sorry, Jake, but we're full. Why don't you come back in an hour?"



"What are you talking about? There's plenty of ..." I glanced around the restaurant and at a table, I saw Crystal and JoJo. I just looked at Rachel. Who Crystal fucked or sat in a restaurant with should mean nothing to me. But seeing the cheaters together pissed me off all over again.



"It isn't what you think, Jake ..."



I left. I made it to my truck and had just opened the door to get in but it slammed closed before I could. Crystal was standing there. "Jake, let me explain."



"You don't owe me an explanation. In fact, you don't owe me shit. Stay away from me and out of my life. I saw enough."



"You didn't see anything except two people talking." I just looked at her. "Give me the chance I didn't give you. Please?"



"Why should I?"



"I can't give you a single reason why you should."



"Get in." I indicated the passenger side of my truck. She literally ran around and was in before I could get my door open. "Ok. Talk."



"He called three days ago and told me he was back in town and he wanted to see his daughter. I told him she wasn't his daughter. He didn't believe me so we met just now and I showed him the DNA results."



The silence in that pickup truck was deafening for a long time. I turned to her and she was looking at me. "What do you mean she isn't his daughter? Whose is she?"



"She's yours. I was going to tell you when I saw you tomorrow."



"I don't understand."



"It's simple. I was already pregnant when you left."



"How can I believe you?"



"You can believe this." She handed me some DNA results.



I first just scanned the document, then took more time to read it. When I was finished, I spoke. "All this says is the samples provided are not a match. It doesn't say who the samples belong to."



"They belong to Joanie and JoJo."



I just looked at her. "And you expect me to believe you?"



"No; but we can easily prove she's yours."



"Why did you test her in the first place?"



"A few months ago a friend commented on her brown eyes. She said that since both mine and JoJo's are blue it's unusual that our child should have brown. Then I remembered that your eyes are brown. So it started me thinking that she may not be JoJo's after all."



"How did you get his DNA?"



She hesitated. "One night he slipped in the shower and knocked a tooth out. He wrapped it in a tissue and put it in my jewelry box and told me I should keep it. I never threw it away. I sent it with Joanie's sample."



"He was familiar enough with our ... your house to know where your jewelry box was? How often was he there?"



A long silence.



"I understand that he left town after he heard you were pregnant. Where has he been and why did he develop an interest in seeing her all of a sudden?"



"I don't know. All I know is that he is back."



We sat in silence for a long time. I broke the silence. "I'll take a DNA test. I will order the test then you and I together will take samples from Joanie and me. Then we will send them in asking that results be sent to both of us. That way there will be no possibility of one of us cheating."



"Okay."



I spoke again. Softly and quietly. "Tell me something. How did he convince you to sleep with him?"



She took a deep breath. "Unfortunately, it wasn't difficult. I was so pissed that I would have done anything to get back at you. He didn't try the night he stopped by and told me; he waited until the next day. He drove by the house early in the morning and saw your stuff on the lawn and knew I had kicked you out so later that day he came by again. I was even madder than before for some reason and all he had to do was tell me that I needed to get even and the best way to do that was with a revenge fuck. I agreed and it happened."



"How many times did you fuck him?"



"I'm not sure. To be honest, he's ... uh ... was ... better than you and each time was better than the last. After a while he moved in."



"Moved in? To our ... uh ... your house?"



"Yes." He lived there until I told him I was pregnant. That's when he told me he lied about you and he left town."



I didn't need to hear any more about JoJo. "Okay, so I'll send for the test and we'll do it together."



She agreed, got out of my truck and left. There were a couple of things which kept nagging at me. She said he called three days ago and wanted to see his daughter. If she told him as soon as she was pregnant and he left town immediately, how did he know he had a daughter?



Since there was a possibility that I might have a daughter, I called Rich and told him I would take his loan for the franchise.



A few days later, the DNA test arrived. Crystal and Joanie came to Rich's house where Joanie and I spit into little vials. We packaged them up and sent them off.



Over the next several weeks, I spent time at the franchise corporate headquarters in Chicago, learning how to run my own restaurant. I had learned more from working in Rich and Leda's restaurants than I realized because I knew a lot of what corporate taught.



The same day I was to close on the franchise was the day the DNA results came back.



"The samples provided are not a match."



I just stood and looked at the paper in my hand. I read it again and the words didn't change. I didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed. I put the letter in my pocket and headed for the Attorney's office to close on the restaurant.



Rich and Leda were there waiting for me. Leda was the first to speak. "Smile, Jake, don't look so solemn, you should be happy." I showed her the letter.



"Oh my God." And she passed the letter to Rich.



"What in the hell? Exactly how many men has she screwed? She needs to go on one of those TV shows and have the whole town tested to see who the father is." He said.



"What now?" Asked Leda. Just then we were led into the conference room where the closing was to take place. Everything was ready. All I had to do was sign. The corporation had chosen the attorney and had sent a representative.



I sat with the pen poised to sign ... and didn't for a long time because there was a ton of shit going through my mind.



"Could we take a break for a few minutes?" Asked the corporate rep. "Jake, why don't you and I take a walk?"



His name was Aldo Ciccolini. "Jake. I very strongly recommend that if you are having second thoughts that you not go through with it. The worst possible thing you can do is commit your life and your brother's money to something you are not wholeheartedly dedicated to."



We were walking in silence.



"Are you married?" I asked him.



"Yes," He replied.



"Happily?"



"Yes."



"Children?"



"Three."



Then I told him my story up to receiving the DNA results that morning.



"So the 'flight or fight' battle is going on inside you right now. Is that it?" He asked.



"Big time." I responded.



"Why don't we put the closing on hold for a month? We (the corporation) will continue to run the restaurant and you will have some time to work out the demons. How does that sound?" He gave me his business card and told me to call him when I had made up my mind.



So we shook hands and went back inside.



Rich and Leda approved of the delay. Rich went to work, Leda went home, and I went to the hospital to see if Crystal was working. I knew that she only worked in the mornings now, so I waited until I saw her leave. She got in her car and I followed her to a house in an outlying suburban neighborhood. I recognized the house. I had been there many times. She pulled into the garage, then walked to the mailbox at the curb and took out what appeared to be a couple of envelopes. She looked at the top one, hurriedly opened it, seemed to read it, then literally ran to the front door, unlocked it and went in.



I just sat there not knowing if I should call her, or if I should wait for her to call me.



Then it dawned on me that once she saw the results she would most likely not make any effort to contact me. She had taken a chance that I was the father and it had backfired. It also occurred to me that I really didn't give a shit. Crystal cheated on me with JoJo, then, apparently fucked still another man, or two, or six. She got pregnant and was now having trouble determining who the father was. Not my wife. Not my child. Not my problem. I smiled and started my truck. She could fuck whoever she wanted to.



Just then a car pulled into the driveway and then into the garage. I recognized both the car and the two occupants. I shook my head and drove off.



I met Rich at his chicken restaurant. Then I called Aldo Ciccolini.



"Hello." He answered.



"Mr. Ciccolini, this is Jake Madison. Are you still in town?"



"I sure am."



"How about we close the deal tomorrow?"



"Are you sure?"



"Absolutely!"



"Okay, Jake. I'll set it up. In the meantime, why don't you come over to the restaurant and meet the staff."



"I'll be there in 20 minutes."



The restaurant became mine the next day. As I suspected, I never heard from Crystal.



I had owned it about three months and was sitting in my office thinking that it had been a long time since I had gotten laid and was planning a visit to a Casino in Lake Charles soon if nothing local presented itself. I looked up and my old friend Bob came in. He walked up to the counter, gave his order, paid, got his food, and sat at a booth. He had taken his first bite when I sat across from him.



"Hey, Bob, what's up?"



"Uh, nothing Jake. We, er, I thought you had left town."



"Why would you think that?"



"Well, I heard your brother was better and that you were going back on the road."



"How did you know I was ever on the road? The last time we talked I never mentioned it."



"Er, somebody must have mentioned it."



"Yeah. Somebody like your roommate. Right?"



"My roommate?"



"Sure. She called you her roommate, so I assume she is yours. How long has she lived with you, Bob?"



"Uh, Jake, listen ... "



"How long, Bob?"



"Since right after JoJo left town."



"But you started fucking her before that, didn't you?" Silence. "Both of you fucked her right after you lied about me, right?" More silence. The burger, fries and soda were forgotten. "The ride from Houston must have been interesting for you and JoJo; Plotting to fuck Crystal."



"Jake ..."



"How long has JoJo been back?"



"Jake ... "



"Just tell me, Bob. I saw the two of you together."



"About four months."



"And he lives with you and her."



"Yes."



"Cozy arrangement. Does three ever become a crowd?" Silence. "Poor Joanie must be tired of spitting in vials for DNA tests trying to find out who her father is. Is it you?"



"Uh, yeah."



"Well, at least that's been decided. I was beginning to think that half the men in Texas were going to have to be tested."



"Now, hold on, Jake. You don't have to talk about her like that."



"Why not? She's a whore and a bigger liar than you and JoJo combined. I've heard nothing but lies from her since I've been back. And you are a low life slime ball son of a bitch." I stood. "Now finish your hamburger and get your sorry ass out of here. And don't come back ... you or your ... ROOMMATE! Either of them."



For some reason he didn't finish his hamburger; and he didn't put his wrappers and other trash in the trashcan; the inconsiderate bastard. He left his mess for someone else to clean up.



I had assumed Crystal and Bob were living together since I followed her to his house the day my DNA results came back. It was the same day I saw him and JoJo together in his car.



There had to be a way cheating, lying, whoring pieces of shit pay for stuff like this. All I had to do was figure something out.



But back to my problem. Now not only did I still need to get laid, but after talking to my 'old friend', I needed a shower as well because I felt dirty.



I spent the rest of the day at work. That evening, I went to the apartment I had been living in for the last couple of months, took a shower and headed for Lake Charles. I walked around the casino to see if I could spot some young lady who might be interested in a night of debauchery. One possible candidate was sitting at a blackjack table. There was an empty seat next to her so I sat. I was marginally ahead and conversation with the young lady was going nicely when I heard.



"Hello, stranger."



I looked up and saw Kelly standing there.



"Hello beautiful."



She smiled. "I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to Ellen." The young lady sitting next to me stood and hugged Kelly. I did likewise.



"Ellen," Kelly said. "this is the guy I told you about."



"Really? And I was just beginning to like him." She laughed.



"I take it you two know each other." I said.



"We do. And you have been the topic of conversation on more than one occasion." Ellen said as she tapped on my chest.



"Place your bets, please. Place your bets." Said an impatient dealer.



"I'm out." And I picked up my chips.



"Me, too." As Ellen did the same. The three of us headed for the bar. I looked over my shoulder to see Ian and Jeremy a few steps behind us. We sat at a table and ordered drinks.



"Tell me more about the conversations the two of you have had about me."



"Well," Said Ellen. "Kelly has told me several times about this guy she had a 'thing' with awhile back. He was handsome, nice, and considerate. His only problem was that he was 'husband material'."



"And that's a problem, how?" I asked.



Kelly started. "It's a problem because I'm not 'wife material'. I tried it once and didn't care much for it."



"And you think I'm looking for a wife?"



"Oh, God no. But you'll find one and you'll be happy. In the meantime, Ellen, I think, is here by herself," She looked at Ellen who nodded in agreement. "and would probably like some company. I, on the other hand, have my eyes on a cowboy who is sitting at the high stakes poker table and as soon as he is finished, I intend to drag him off to some dark corner somewhere and ravage him."



Ellen laughed. "And with those two" As she indicated Ian and Jeremy sitting at a table near us. "to stand guard, you can ravage him wherever you want."



"That's the plan." Laughed Kelly. "So tell, me, Jake, how're things with you?"



I started laughing and brought her up to date.



Both women looked at each other and Ellen spoke. "Let me get this straight. Two of your friends lied to your wife so they could both fuck her. One of them moved in with her after she kicked you out, got her pregnant, then left town. Then she moved in with the other one and raised the child thought to be fathered by the first one. The first one came back, and moved in with the other two? So now two of your ex-friends are living with and fucking your ex-wife?"



It sounded even more absurd when she said it.



"What a pile of shit that is. Why aren't you in jail?"



"In jail? Why?"



"For killing the motherfuckers."



I laughed again. "It's crossed my mind a time or two, but they just aren't worth it."



So we talked a bit more about my situation, my ex-friends, and their live-in whore. Both women asked lots of questions. Occasionally, I would catch them looking at each other and grinning. Finally, Kelly said she had to go check on her cowboy. She stood as if to leave then leaned down to kiss Ellen on the cheek and me on the lips. "She's a nice lady. Treat her right." She whispered in my ear. Then she left followed by her two shadows.



It was three in the morning when I walked Ellen to her car and said good night. We made a date for dinner later that evening. I drove home and slept for three hours before going to the restaurant for breakfast.



A couple of weeks went by. Ellen and I had spent some time together. Kelly called to invite me to have dinner at one of the Casino's steak houses with her and her cowboy. Ellen was going to meet us there. It was a Saturday evening. Ian and Rodney were nowhere in sight until almost midnight when they walked in and strolled by our table. They both looked at Kelly and nodded. I saw her look at Ellen and they both smiled.



I walked in the restaurant Monday morning to lots of jokes and laughter. When I asked why everybody was in such a good mood. My manager, Jamie, spoke. "Didn't you read the paper or listen to the news?"



"Not today. Why?"



"Look." He handed me a copy of the front page.



We have several copies of the local paper delivered everyday so our customers can enjoy reading it while they have breakfast and coffee. I started to read the article, but Jamie interrupted me and told me instead.



"The night security guy at the hospital found two guys in the medical records office last night. They were naked and tied up but lying on one of the desks in such a way that they were sucking each other's ...uh..." he looked around to see who was listening "... it seemed they were... ah..."



Just then, the breakfast shift supervisor, Lucy Earhardt, spoke up. "For pete's sake, Jamie, they were blowing each other. Well, not really, but they were on the desk in such a position that they each had the others' dick in their mouth. Whoever did it had a cool sense of humor. And they took pictures. Look."



She handed me a picture. I could clearly identify Bob and JoJo bound together. Their hands tied behind their backs and they were further tied so they couldn't lean their heads back enough to spit out the dicks they had in their mouths or wiggle off the desk. It was obvious that whoever did it wanted Bob and JoJo to be found in that embarrassing situation. Their eyes were wide open with a look of panic. The picture also showed the nameplate of the person who normally sat at that desk. I could plainly see the name Crystal Madison.



I started laughing out loud.



"These pictures are all over town." Said Lucy



"And the internet, by now." Added Jamie.



Just then two Orange, Texas, police officers walked up to the counter.



Oh, fuck. I thought. I'm going to get the blame for this. But the two officers ordered breakfast. I told the counter person that the two meals were 'on the house'. The officer's thanked me, took their meals, sat and ate. The rest of the morning, I waited for the next law enforcement person to walk in and arrest me.



I bounced between being giddy and nervous all that day and fully expected to be, if not arrested, at least questioned. But nobody came to do either.



I had neither seen nor heard from Crystal in a long time, but that evening I received a text message from her.



"Congratulations."



Initially, I had no intention of acknowledging her text, but figured what the hell, so I texted her back. "Okay, I'll bite. Why?"



"For getting rid of Bob and JoJo."



"Exactly how did I get rid of them?"



"By kidnapping them, tying them up and leaving them on my desk. They were so embarrassed, they left me and they left town."



I laughed before typing. "I didn't do that, and If I knew who did, I would give them a lot of money."



"You're lying, Jake. I know you had something to do with it."



"Somethings never change, do they? Here's me telling the truth ... again ... and there's you not believing me ... again. Go away, Crystal and leave me alone." I turned my phone off.

<hr pg="4" />I never heard from law enforcement about it.



The next month went along very nicely. Ellen and I spent lots of time together and kissed a few times, but nothing more. Not that I didn't think about it ... I certainly did ... but somehow it just never seemed the right time or place... until one Saturday night she drove to Orange. There is a large theatre there that brings in Broadway plays. I had never been much for theatre, but Ellen enjoyed it so we went.



It was a musical and both of us left singing tunes from the show. Then we went to my apartment for a nightcap.



We both enjoyed Gin and Tonic, so I made us a couple. She was standing looking out the window when I gave it to her. We both took sips, then set the glasses on the window sill and slid into each others arms. The first kiss lasted a long time. The second, even longer. She took a step back and put her hands at her sides.



Neither of us had made any attempt at sexual contact with the other since we met. I never brushed my hands against her breasts either accidently or on purpose and she had never given any signs of acceptance should I try. So this was all new territory.



I reached for the top button on her blouse and it seemed to dissolve in my hands it came open so easily. The same with the other six buttons. I spread the blouse apart and her bra came into view. I looked down and saw that her nipples had gotten hard and were sticking straight out. I leaned down and took her left nipple in my mouth. I felt the bra material in my mouth and could taste her perfume; but what I wanted to taste was her flesh ... her breast ... her tit ... her nipple. I lifted my head only to see hers leaned back.



I pushed her blouse out of her shoulders and it floated down. Before it reached the floor, my hands were on the clasp at the front of her bra and I opened it. It was like her breasts were compressed and when I pulled the bra away from her, they expanded.



I put my mouth on the left nipple and inhaled. As I did, she gasped and her chest expanded pushing more of her breast in my mouth. As I dined on those perfect breasts, my hand went to the belt at her waist. I managed with one hand to unfasten it and heard a metallic clunk as it hit the floor. Her skirt had a button and zipper on her right side. I'm left handed so it was no problem for me to unbutton and unzip it. When it was unzipped her hands went to her waist and slipped inside the waistband of her panties and slid both her skirt and panties over her hips and down her legs until they joined the belt and blouse on the floor. Her bra was hanging loose but the straps were still on her shoulders.



She reached for my belt and in pretty short order my trousers and briefs were on the floor and her hand was on my dick. It had been months since any hand other than mine had touched it and it responded as you would expect. It got very hard very fast.



"Love me, Jake." She whispered in my ear. "Love me, please." And we both sank to our knees. When we got down, Ellen leaned back until she was lying on the floor and I was on top of her. Some way she managed not to hurt herself as she straightened her legs and then wrapped them around me.



"Want to move to the bed?" I somehow managed to say.



"God, no."



I raised my body off hers and she reached for my dick and aimed it for her pussy. I lowered myself as she pulled me to her. When the head was just in her she let wrapped her arms around me and pulled me to her. I slowly lowered myself pushing my dick deeper in her pussy as she lifted her hips pushing her pussy further onto my dick. When it was in her as far as it would go, we both just lowered ourselves until she was, again, lying flat on the floor. And we lay there. Her pussy pulsing around my dick and my dick throbbing in her pussy.



We stayed like that for several minutes until she started to wiggle her hips from side to side while I moved mine in a circle. Slowly at first, but as the tingles and sensations increased so did the wiggling and swiveling; then came the thrusting. Again, slowly at first, but increasing.



We slowed then sped up again and again. Thrusting and relaxing. Relaxing and thrusting. Over and over, until, finally, neither of us could take it anymore and we started the final frenetic movements which brought us to climax.



Then we did it again. And again. Until early Monday morning when she had to leave to drive back to Lake Charles and work. She was just getting ready to leave when she asked me if I had talked to Kelly recently.



"No. Should I have?"



"I just thought you might like to thank her."



"For what?"



"For taking care of those two assholes."



"What are you talking about?"



"The two assholes who are fucking your wife."



"Okay. How did she take care of them?"



"Christ, Jake, tying them up and forcing them to suck each other."



I was stunned. I had no idea who had done it ... and didn't really care. I just assumed it was some angry husband of some other wife they fucked; but being told Kelly did it absolutely shocked the shit out of me.



"She what?"



"Well, she didn't actually do it. She sent Ian and Jeremy to do it. They thought it was fun."



"Why didn't she tell me? Better yet, why didn't you tell me?"



"She wanted you to be able to deny it if you were accused of it. She figured it would be easier for you to pass a lie detector test if they gave you one."



I laughed. "When you see her, thank her for me. Never mind, I'll thank her myself."



"Okay buster, but you're not going to thank her with your dick ... remember that." She smiled as she said it.



Later that day, I called Kelly to thank her. "Too bad Ellen won't let you thank me the way I would like to be thanked." She laughed as she said it.



Later that week, I was sitting in my office thinking about Ellen and the upcoming weekend. I was almost afraid to stand because my dick was hard. I glanced up at the one way mirror and saw Crystal at the counter. She talked to my counter person for few seconds then sat in a booth. As she turned, I noticed that she looked pregnant. The counter person motioned for her shift manager to come over and they talked for a couple of seconds. Then the manager came into my office.



"Excuse me, Jake, but there's someone who wants to speak with you."



"If it is that lady," and I pointed to Crystal, "tell her there is nothing we have to talk about and ask her to leave."



He looked at me, frowned, and said, "Okay, boss."



I stood. "Never mind, I'll tell her myself." And I went to her. "You have nothing to say that I want to hear, so I suggest you leave."



"I want to know why you did that to Bob and JoJo."



"Why I did it? I told you it wasn't me, goddamn it. But the sons of bitches deserved that and more. They lied to you so they could fuck you. Then you liked it so much you fucked both of them until you got pregnant. Then one of them left and you moved in with the other one. Then the first one came back and moved in so now you're fucking both of them again. The three of you assumed that JoJo was the father of your daughter. When you found out he wasn't, you tried to pin it on me. You must have carried those DNA results around hoping to run into me so you could show me and try to convince me I was the father. When that backfired you went to your third possibility." I started walking out of the restaurant. She followed.



"Jake ..."



"You have done nothing but lie since I've been back. You keep coming around telling me you want to explain something, but it's always a lie. Tell the truth for a change. You're fucking both of them again, aren't you?"



"Goddamn it Jake ..."



"Is Bob as good as JoJo? Do they fuck you at the same time? One in your cunt and one in your ass? Do you invite someone else to join you so you can be airtight?"



"Fuck you, Jake."



"Who's the father of your new baby? Or do you know? How many men are you going to have to test to find out?"



"You asshole. I told you they left town."



"Your lovers always seem to leave town when they find out you're pregnant."



I walked toward my truck. I looked at it and thought it was about time for a new one.



"They'll be back." I said. "They'll miss fucking you and they'll come back. Just like JoJo did. And when they do how will it to work, Crystal? Will you marry Bob and keep fucking both of them? Or will you marry JoJo and keep fucking both of them? Or not marry either of them and keep fucking both of them plus half the men in Texas? Or maybe they won't come back. Maybe they liked sucking dick so much that they will keep doing it and forget about you."



She had enough. "Okay you bastard. I did fuck both of them at the same time AND I loved it. You were never worth a shit as a lover. I'm a two dick slut and I wouldn't change it. And neither would they. I fucked them both until they couldn't fuck any more."



I looked at her and the light bulb went off. I started laughing. "That's it! You are a two dick slut! You know something, Crystal? Up until just now I thought that I hadn't been worth a shit as a lover for you. But now I get it. It wasn't me who was lousy. It was you. If two dicks can't satisfy you, there was no way in the world I could have. You don't need half the men in Texas ... you need them all!"



I was laughing out loud as she stormed off.



I had reached my pickup, walked around it, and wondered what color I wanted my new one to be.

