TITLE    : She was a Loving Wife
STORYID  : she-was-a-loving-wife
SUMMARY  : I'm glad she wasn't mine.
AUTHOR   : Ephesus14@lit
DATE     : 2019-06-17
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |cheating wife|sex with the ex|


This is a short one. Virtually no sex and probably not legally accurate, but who gives a rat's ass.



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<strong>She was a loving wife </strong>........ I'm glad she wasn't mine.



Lake Charles has a small airport with just a few flights per day. Two airlines serve it and the only choice you have is to fly to or from either Houston or Dallas.



I had been in Lake Charles to visit my best friend Brahnsen, and was at the airport waiting to fly to Houston for my connecting flight to Denver. My home is in Estes Park, which is not too far from Denver.



I hadn't been in Lake Charles in almost three years and hadn't wanted to make that trip because I never wanted to see Lake Charles again; but Brahnsen asked me to come for a visit. He and his wife, Diane, had come to Estes to visit me several times and had been able to convince me to visit them. We spent most of our time at his house on the lake with selected friends, where it was peaceful and quiet.



So, there I was, sitting in the airport waiting for my flight home. The planes would land in Lake Charles, discharge their passengers, then reload for the flight back. My plane had landed and its passengers were unloading when I saw her. She had been on the inbound flight and was walking with a man who, I assumed, was her current husband. We exchanged glances as she passed where I was sitting. I continued to watch them as they walked. Just before turning to go towards the steps to the baggage claim area and the exit, she looked back at me, hesitated just a moment, then continued walking. Her ass was still as nice as I remembered.



The last time I saw her was in court almost three years before.



Her name is JoAnne and we had been married just over three years when she caught me in bed with Julie, a good friend of hers.



We had been invited to Julie's birthday party. We went. We always went out when JoAnne wanted to. It helped make up for my guilt feelings of being mostly anti-social. I don't care much for parties, or crowds, or staying up late. By 10 every evening, I'm looking for a place to go to sleep.



We both knew some of the other guests at the party, but Joanne seemed to know most of them. That was no surprise and it didn't matter. She was, as I've alluded to, much more sociable than I. The food was good and there was a very tasty punch. Julie told me it contained champagne but, she added, "not enough to even notice". I sampled it and liked it.



Now ... even though I was found in bed with Julie, we can't possibly have done anything. Nothing. Nada. Zilch! And I don't know for sure that she was even naked. I was; I remember that. And I certainly wasn't drunk. I can't emphasize that enough! I know I was sober because I am not much of a drinker. (I know what you are thinking: He doesn't drink, he doesn't party, and he doesn't like to socialize ... this marriage is doomed anyway.)



I've been drunk one time in my life. It was when I was 18 and was so sick afterward that I vowed never to get drunk again and I haven't, and I won't; intentionally at least. I know; never say never, but that is my current resolution and I see no reason to change it, even in my current circumstances.



So I had some punch at the party, but I always knew who I was, where I was, and what I was doing. Period! But I didn't know Julie and I were in bed together until JoAnne burst in on us.



I was naked, but, like I said, I don't know for sure that she was. I've certainly seen enough naked women in my life to know when they didn't have any clothes on ... and I don't remember seeing any part of Julie ... not her tits, not her ass, nothing. The only part of her I saw without clothes were her shoulders, head, and arms. Everything else was under a sheet.



How did all of this come about? I'll tell you: It came about logically (at least to my way of thinking), innocently (at least as far as my participation was concerned), and honestly (again, at least as far as I was involved.)



I loved my wife. She was a librarian in the Parish school system. (Louisiana doesn't have 'Counties' they have 'Parishes'. Some of them have interesting names like Calcasieu -- pronounced 'cow-ca-shoe' the parish in which Lake Charles is located).



Anyway, JoAnne was a librarian and I was ... and still am ... a mechanic. We both had friends; she more than I because I was never very social ... still not; which, having already mentioned that I was boring, could very easily have been part of my/our problem(s). I had lots of friends, but only two who were close. One is Brahnsen. He is the manager of one of the local Cajun food restaurants. He is married to my other close friend; Diane. We grew up on the same street, but as we grew, she became more of a sister to me, and more of a lover to him. We were a close trio. Still are, as a matter of fact.



It had been a fun party; at least as far as parties go. There were some old friends and several new ones. There was good food and plenty of it. I even had a fairly good time talking with a couple of guys about cars. All in all one of the better parties I had been to.



The party was winding down when JoAnne approached me and asked me to go with her upstairs. Julie was there sitting on the edge of her bed not looking too well. JoAnne asked me to stay with her while she made sure the other guests left.



Almost as soon as she left, Julie started making sounds like she was going to throw up. She slid off the bed onto her knees and her hands went to her face.



Nothing happened so she stood up, and headed for her bathroom. I followed to see if I could do anything to help her. She turned to face me, put her finger in her mouth, and threw up all over me. After we cleaned up the mess in the bathroom, my clothes were still covered with it and I smelled to high heaven. She suggested I undress and take a shower. I was more than happy to do that. She left the bathroom while I undressed and got in the shower.



I was in the shower when I heard her come back in. "I'll put your clothes in the washer." I heard her say.



When I finished showering, I wrapped the towel around me and stepped into her bedroom. I expected her to be in bed, sick, but she wasn't. My wallet, keys, and other pants pocket stuff was on the dresser. Julie wasn't there so I opened the bedroom door and started to call her, but heard voices and assumed the party was still going on. Apparently, JoAnne had been unsuccessful in sending everybody home so Julie, possibly feeling a bit better after throwing up, was helping her.



Now I was in a quandary. Wrapped in only a towel, I had no intention of going downstairs with people there so I paced around the room for awhile before lying on the bed. I knew she would tell JoAnne what happened, they would have a big laugh at my expense, then JoAnne would come upstairs. When she didn't come after many minutes, I assumed she was waiting until my clothes were clean and dry.



I sat on the bed and waited. The next thing I knew, I was jarred awake when JoAnne burst into the room. I sat up, looked around, saw Julie in bed beside me and heard JoAnne screaming before she stormed out.



Julie jumped up with the sheet around her and followed her. In a daze, I stood, naked as the day I was born, ran to the door calling for JoAnne, but she neither stopped nor answered. Then I heard the downstairs door slam. I looked around the room and saw my clothes draped over a chair. They were still warm from the dryer. I hurriedly dressed, put my stuff back in my pockets, ran downstairs and rushed out.



Our car was gone. I went back in the house. It was empty. No sign of anyone ... even Julie.



Our house was almost two miles away so I started walking. I tried calling JoAnne countless times and left messages, but she never responded.



She wasn't home when I got there; but there was a note: "I want you out of this house tonight. Don't call, don't try to make excuses, and don't try to talk to me. Just leave. You can leave a message on my phone as to where I can send the divorce papers."



I sat in my regular chair and tried to figure out what had happened in the last few hours. I sat there all night. The next morning, I called my boss and told him I wouldn't be in. I didn't tell him why.



I waited all day, but still no JoAnne. I tried calling countless times to no avail. I tried calling Julie; but, again, no success. So I called every relative JoAnne and I both had; which was easy. She had her parents and two brothers, but I had no one. My parents were both dead and I had no siblings. I did have a couple of cousins, but they lived in Oregon. Then I started calling our friends. Nobody knew anything. Our neighbors were at a loss as well.



Five days went by. I never left the house and she never came home. It was Friday morning and my boss told me that he couldn't give me any more time off so I either showed up at work, or I was fired.



As I started to leave, a police car pulled into the drive and an officer got out. He approached me. "Are you Kane Jacobson?"



"Yes, sir."



"This is a restraining order." He said, handing me a piece of paper. "You have thirty minutes to remove your personal items from the premises. That 30 minutes starts now so I would suggest you not waste any time reading that," and he indicated the paper "and instead start packing your stuff."



"Are you kidding me? I don't even know what the hell is going on."



"What's going on is that your wife says you cheated on her and she wants you out of her life and her house."



"But, I haven't done anything."



"Not my problem. You now have 29 minutes."



I started back inside the house. He followed. "I'll be out shortly." I said.



"I can't let you go in there alone. I have to stay with you."



I shook my head and went in. He was like my shadow looking over my shoulder as I filled suitcases and plastic bags and piled them by the door. I was almost finished and started to go back through the house one more time when he indicated the pile of stuff I had put by the door and spoke. "If I were you, I'd put that stuff outside because in exactly two minutes your time is up and anything in the house stays in the house ... except you. If you are still inside, I'll place you under arrest for violating the order."



I just stared at him and started to protest, but his look told me, I'd better get my stuff outside. So I opened the door and threw it all on the lawn. There was one bag left and I had just picked it up when he said. "Times up. Outside."



"But!"



"No, buts. Out. Now."



He followed me out and locked the door behind him. Then he sat in his cruiser as I loaded my truck.



As I loaded my last bag, He got out of his cruiser and walked toward me. "If I catch you around here or bothering your wife in any way, I'll throw your ass in jail. Got it?"



I just looked at him, got in my truck and left. He followed me so I drove extra cautiously as I left the neighborhood. I didn't want to give him any reason to stop me. I had gotten the feeling he didn't care too much for me.



I drove to my best friend Brahnsen's house. I had talked to him several times that week so he knew my situation. I spent the next week at his and his wife Diane's house while I talked to four attorneys about my case. They all gave the same bottom line. Louisiana is a community property state so everything we acquired during the marriage will be distributed 50-50. Both JoAnne and I have the right to ask for the martial home, but the court will decide if it will given to one or the other or if it will be sold and any proceeds divided. I just shook my head.



I engaged the last attorney I talked with only because my mind was completely fogged over and I simply couldn't handle any more. I wasn't fogged because of what I was being told about distributing assets; I was fogged because I still hadn't talked to Joanne to explain what happened. I was positive that I could straighten this mess out. I was also in a fog about Julie. Why was she in bed with me and why didn't she explain it to JoAnne?



Okay, go ahead call me an idiot. As I tell the story parts of it are becoming obvious, but the biggest part; the biggest question WHY is not as obvious.



JoAnne obviously knew I was out of the house and rightfully assumed where I would go, so it was no surprise when the divorce petition showed up at Brahnsen and Diane's. It accused me of adultery. I took it to my attorney. I had, of course, told him what had happened, but he maintained that unless I could prove nothing happened, my ass was toast.



"Ask Julie. She was there. She knows nothing happened." I insisted.



"We will call her as a witness, but your wife's attorney maintains that she will testify the two of you had sex."



"God damn it! Nothing happened!" I almost screamed.



For the umpteenth time he looked at me and asked. "Are you positive?"



And for the umpteenth time, I said. "Yes, I am, unless she was so bad at fucking that she didn't even wake me up while she was doing it ... and I'm not that sound of a sleeper! I'm willing to take a lie detector test. Can't we make her take one?" I asked.



"How many times do I have to tell you that they are inadmissible." He added, "Face it, Kane ... you're screwed. Your wife is holding all the cards in the deck except the joker ... and that's you. Unless you have video evidence of her fucking the whole LSU football team under the dome of the State Capital Building, you're going to be divorced and she's going to get half of everything the two of you have; she'll probably get the house as well."



"Can't we force her to talk to me?"



"No, we can't."



"How about counseling?"



"Jesus, Kane. She won't talk to you."



"Can't we get a judge to order counseling?"



He sighed. "Now I know you don't listen. Let me try again. It is not the judge's job to decide if counseling will save a marriage. She or he can suggest it, but will be unlikely to order it. The bottom line is that if one or the other party to a marriage truly wants a divorce, it is inevitable. End of story."



I left his office once again feeling that there was something wrong with a system of justice in which there was no justice.



Both JoAnne and Julie seemed to have disappeared. Even though I was still under the restraining order, I hung out at our usual haunts risking jail to talk to her, but they never showed. I talked to JoAnne's family, but they were always cold and distant toward me. To their credit, however, they did talk to me. They didn't believe my version of the story, but they talked to me.



I still had my job ... but barely. My boss was being as patient as possible, but he had also had a boss and warned me that if I missed any more work, I would be fired and he didn't want that any more than I did. Of course, I didn't want to be fired, but if it happened, it wouldn't be the end of the world. I was a mechanic ... and a good one. Finding a new job would not be a problem.



The next few months were crappy. I never saw JoAnne so had no discussion with her, no meetings, nothing.



I'd finally had enough and was convinced that I was going to lose half of what we had, plus my house, so I said, fuck it, told my attorney I was leaving, packed my truck, said goodbye to Brahnsen and Diane, and headed for Colorado. I had lived in Lake Charles my whole life, but over the last few months, It had become pretty lonely.



So, why did I decide to go to Colorado? Simple and scientific; I had started driving West on Interstate 10 and before I reached the Texas state line, which was less than 40 miles away, I saw two cars with Estes Park, Colorado, bumper stickers. I didn't remember ever seeing any. One said, 'Trust me, I'm from Estes Park, Colorado' and the other said, 'It's the view, stupid. Estes Park, CO." So to Estes Park I went.



It didn't take me long to realize that the little money I had access to wasn't going to last long. It also didn't take long to realize that there were a lot of people who didn't know how to drive in the mountains. I, obviously, didn't have any mountain driving experience either, but I knew enough to know which vehicle should be pulling which sized trailer or camper. It was amazing how many people started up into the mountains with huge campers being towed by small trucks. Less than a week after I arrived, I had a job. Finding a place to live was a bit more difficult, but my new boss helped with that.



Estes Park is a tourist town next to Rocky Mountain National Park. It is full of tourists in the summertime ... those same tourists I described above who constantly had problems with their vehicles.



When the tourists aren't there, it is a small, closely knit community.



My boss knew almost all of the year round residents and quite a few of the tourists who returned year after year. There were also many summer residents. Those are the people who live half of the year in Estes and the other half somewhere else.



My boss was friends with the owners of one of the campgrounds in town and they fixed me up with a tent and campsite of my own for the rest of the summer. All I had to do was keep their camp equipment working.



I had been there about two months when my attorney called and told me we had a court date for the divorce hearing.



The big day came, I was in the courtroom early hoping to finally have a chance to talk to JoAnne. No such luck. I tried to approach her, but my attorney reminded me that the restraining order was still in effect and I was not allowed to go near her.



The brief time we were in the courtroom totally sucked. The Judge had obviously decided what he was going to do. Not once did he address either JoAnne or me directly. Not once did he ask me if I had, in fact, committed adultery. Not once did he ask for my side of the story.



I tried to speak to protest, to defend myself, but he wasn't having any of that and every time I tried to speak he told me that if he wanted to hear from me, he would tell me. He told my attorney "If you can't keep your client quiet, he will be removed from my courtroom."



What the fuck? Was this what the legal system called justice?



True to what I had been told, and as I related earlier, she received half of what little we had, the house, and alimony. She and I never spoke a single word to each other.



After that short, spectacular, display of injustice, I went back to Estes.



My new home town was a special place; as was my boss. In addition to his vehicle repair service, he had another business. During the winter months, he took care of many of the houses left empty when their owners left for warmer climes. At the end of the summer, he asked me if I would stick around over the winter and help him take care of those houses.



"Not if I have to spend the winter in a tent." I told him.



He laughed. "You won't have to. You can stay in one of my rental cabins."



"You have cabins, and my ass sweated in a tent all summer?"



"Of course. If I had put you in a cabin, I would have lost a lot of income. Besides, I didn't know if you would work out ... if you know what I mean."



He was right, of course.



So I spent my first real winter at 8000 feet of elevation in the Rocky Mountains. I say real winter because for a Southwest Louisiana boy, Estes Park winters were traumatic; and more than once I packed my meager belongings and started down the mountain in a hurry to get south and get warm. But it seemed like each time I started to leave there was a snowstorm and instead of leaving, I ended up jumping in our service truck, lowering the snow plow, and taking off through town to plow snow.



I had never in my life seen enough snow to make a snowball much less enough to plow with a truck; but I got a big kick out of climbing in the truck and pushing snow. More than once, I had to stop the truck to keep from hitting an elk, or two, or three, as they sauntered down the streets of Estes Park. That was pretty cool.

<hr pg="2" />By the time I was finished plowing on those days, I was too tired to leave and by the time I was rested, the sun was out, the snow was melting, and my desire to leave was gone.



I had a couple of dates over the winter, but nothing serious and no sex.



Then Spring came. God, was it welcome ... and beautiful. And with it came the tourists. Hordes of them, and many of them had vehicle breakdowns; for which I was grateful. My boss, for a slight fee, let me stay in the cabin he had given me over the winter.



"I can't give it to you free, when all these people want to rent it, now, can I?" He said over and over. But he paid me well, and didn't charge me nearly as much as he could have charged the tourists.



Speaking of tourists ... There were more than last year and it seemed that most of them were women. Horny women. The mountain air that summer must have been full of 'I want to fuck' pollen because it seemed like every female I met asked me if I wanted to fuck. It reached a point where I went down the mountain to the city of Longmont on my rare days off just to get some rest. But the pay was great, I ate well, and got layed a lot. I figured I could recuperate over the winter.



The wind howled steadily every year during the months of March and April. I learned that there was lots of wind in Estes during those months. It's the only thing about Estes I really hated.



I was spending my third winter there. I had kept my old phone and number and had kept in touch with a few friends in Lake Charles ... especially Brahnsen and Diane. It was from them early on that I learned that JoAnne had sold our house and moved in with some guy. His name was Ralph Peterson and he was a Policeman.



It was also from them I learned that JoAnne and Peterson had recently gotten married.



It was late March and the wind was howling. My phone rang. It was Brahnsen. He asked me if I was interested in a trip to Lake Charles. "Sounds like a great idea." I said as I felt the wind trying to blow down my cabin. Three days later I was there. Four days after that I was in the airport on my way home when I saw JoAnne.



I had been home from that trip for less than a week when my phone rang. "Hello." I said as I answered it.



"Hello, stranger." I recognized her voice, but was too shocked to say anything. "Hello?" She said again after a long silence.



"What do you want JoAnne?" I said calmly and deliberately.



"I thought we should talk."



"Now you want to talk? Three years ago the silence was deafening."



"I'm sorry about that. I know I treated you pretty badly."



"Pretty badly? You and Julie lied; then the justice system treated me like I didn't exist and had no interest in hearing me defend myself. I've always thought that the judge is related to your husband."



"Uh ... how did you know about him?"



"Brahnsen told me." There was a pause. "What do you want JoAnne?"



"I was surprised to see you at the airport. You're looking well." She said.



"And you've gained a lot of weight." I lied, figuring it would piss her off. It did, but she was able to regain her composure quickly.



"You bas ... uh, maybe a little. Where are you living now?"



"In Colorado. The air is cleaner here and nobody lies about me."



"I told you I'm sorry about that, Kane. Can't we let bygones be bygones?"



"Not until you tell me why you did it."



I could almost hear her brain working. "Okay. The next time you're here, we'll talk about it. I promise."



"Why not tell me now? Do you need time to make up more lies?"



"I'm trying to be nice, Kane. Give me a break."



"Fuck you and your break! You never gave me one."



The phone was silent for a long time.



"I deserved that, but I think I should tell you face to face. You deserve that at least."



"Okay. Next time I'm there, I'll hold you to it ... as long as the restraining order isn't valid anymore."



"It isn't ... and hasn't been for years." She hung up and time marched on.



It was in the fall of my fourth year in Estes. Brahnsen and Diane had spent a week vacationing with me. Two weeks after they went home, Diane called to tell me that they had been struck by a car while walking in the mall parking lot. She was okay but he had a couple of broken ribs and a collapsed lung. She asked if I could come down.



I was there the next morning.



All in all, he wasn't in too bad shape. Diane was bruised as shit all over, but otherwise unhurt. Apparently, Brahnsen took the brunt of the hit when he tried to shove her out of the way.



I bounced between the hospital and their home for two days before deciding they didn't need me anymore.



One of the things Estes Park didn't have was Cajun food. I grew up on it and missed it. Diane and I went to one of the many restaurants that specialized in it and ate dinner. We were sitting in her house a little later when my phone rang.



"Hello."



"Hi. I saw you coming out of the restaurant. How long have you been back?"



"A couple of days."



"Staying?"



"Nah. Going home in a couple of days."



"Home? This is your home, Kane. This is where you were born and raised."



"It used to be my home. Not anymore."



"Could I see you before you leave?"



"Only if you tell me why you lied about me."



"Okay. Meet me in the park in half an hour."



There is a park downtown by the lake. It is a popular spot for after dark socializing. I was standing by Brahnsen's car when she drove by. She saw me, stopped, and motioned for me to get in. I wasn't about to climb in her car, so I indicated she should park and get out. She did.



We walked a short distance to a bench and sat. Neither of us had spoken. I smelled her perfume. I saw the swell of her breasts as she breathed. I watched as she fidgeted with her hands. Finally, I spoke. "Well?"



She looked at me then looked away. "I was driving home from Julie's one night. She and I had been drinking. I was close to being drunk. I ran a stop sign and was pulled over. He could have given me a ticket for DUI and running the sign, but he didn't. Instead, we just sat and talked for a long time. Finally, his dispatcher sent him on another call and he left.



He called me a few days later and we talked some more. After a couple of months of talking on the phone, he asked if we could meet. I told him no for a long time, but he kept calling, and we kept talking, and he kept asking to meet.



After a few months, I agreed to meet him. Then I met him again, and I kept meeting him.



I liked him, Kane. He made me laugh like you did. He told me things that happened in Lake Charles that I knew nothing about. Weird things. Sexy things. Did you know that there is a group of swingers in town?"



"No. Why would I know that?"



"No reason. Anyway, talking with Ralph was exciting." There was a long pause. "Finally one night, he kissed me and I kissed him back. It made me tingle so I kissed him again. I came to my senses and went home. We continued to talk on the phone, but I never saw him again for weeks and he never insisted on meeting again.



It was during Mardi Gras that we saw each other again. You and I had gone with Brahnsen and Diane to the parade. He was one of the officers whose motorcycle led the parade. After the parade started, he and another officer rode back to where we were standing and they just sat there. Occasionally, he would glance at me and I would smile back at him."



I tried to remember that particular Mardi Gras Parade, but couldn't.



"He called me the next day and I readily agreed to meet him. We went to his apartment. Kane, I don't pretend to not know what was going to happen. I knew full well what he had in mind. What surprised me was I resisted him, and in all honesty, that was not my intention; but when he put his hand down my blouse and squeezed my nipple, I jumped up and rushed home. That night, I fucked you within an inch of your life and each time you rammed into me, I wanted to scream his name."



I didn't remember that either. There had been plenty of nights we fucked within inches of our lives.



"Three days later, I called him. We met at his apartment and when I walked in, I knew I was going to fuck him. We had sex a couple of times a week for about four months. I fell in love with him, Kane.



"With him? Or with the sex?"



"Him. The sex was very good, but it was with you, as well."



"When did you decide to divorce me?"



"Actually, that was Julie's idea. I wanted to stay married to you, and keep fucking Ralph, but Julie convinced me that sooner or later you would catch us. So we started planning how to get the divorce. The plan was, again, Julie's idea and it obviously worked."



"Why did you do it the way you did? Why didn't you just tell me you wanted a divorce?"



"I don't know. Guilt I guess. I wanted it to be your fault, not mine."



"Was Ralph in on the planning?"



"No. He still thinks I found you in bed with Julie."



"So, you're lying to him, too."



"Yes."



I shook my head. "Well, thanks for telling me the truth, at least."



"I figured I owed you that."



We talked for a few more minutes before going our separate ways. I sat in the car and fumed. Actually, I fumed for the rest of the week ... and the following week after returning to Estes. If her memory and my math were correct, she started talking to Ralph after we had been married less than two years. That sucked.



Work and pussy occupied the rest of my summer and when the tourists left, I told my boss that I was leaving for the winter but would be back in the Spring. He said that my job and cabin would be waiting.



I drove back to Lake Charles. Brahnsen was fully recovered by then, and I told him what I had in mind.



"You're fucking crazy, and I want no part of it." He said, and Diane agreed. When she went to bed, he grinned, sat next to me, and asked how we were going to do it.



I had been back two days and called JoAnne.



"Hi." She answered gaily. Where are you?"



"In town. Could we meet?"



"Of course. Where and when?"



"How about Brahnsen's in thirty minutes?"



"Kane ... I'm not sure about Brahnsen's."



"Okay. I understand. Some other time, maybe." I hung up before she could say anything else.



My phone rang a couple of minutes later. I didn't answer it.



Thirty minutes later, she rang the doorbell. I opened the door and she walked in.



"Hi." She said.



"You changed your mind."



"Yes."



"Why?"



"I'm not sure."



"Tell, me, JoAnne. Are you Happy? Are you glad you did what you did?"



She sat on the sofa. "I am happy, but I was happy with you, too. The difference is, while you were fun, life with you was ... drab ... boring. The sex was good and you were great to be around, but life overall was dull. Life with Ralph is exciting. We ride his motorcycle ... not the police one ... his. We travel. When I saw you in the airport, we had just come from Cabo. Cabo, Kane! You and I never went any further than San Antonio. Ralph comes home and talks about car chases, rescues, robberies, and fires. You just talked about brakes, tires, and carburetors."



Well, fuck, I thought while she talked. How could I have competed with speeding cars and arresting bad guys?



We talked for another hour about our lives and her family. When she left, she kissed me on the cheek. We met at Brahnsen's house several more times over the next couple of weeks. Ralph was working night shift so we met in the mornings while he slept. Diane and Brahnsen both worked so we basically had the house to ourselves.



It was three days before Christmas and I was enjoying the winter climate of South Louisiana and not missing the snow and wind of Colorado. JoAnne called and asked if she could come over.



I opened the door and she walked in and stood in the middle of the living room. "Do you remember when I told you about the time I went to Ralph's house and I knew I was going to fuck him?"



"Yes"



"Well, the minute you opened the door, I knew we were going to fuck. I can't help it and I know you want to, so let's do it."



And we did. We were naked in no time and fucking like rabbits. We never left that room. She had always been good, and still was. She sucked dick like she was born to suck dicks. Her pussy milked my dick like it was made to milk dicks. And her body moved and fucked like it was made to move and fuck. And when it was over, she left.



As soon as she walked out the door, Brahnsen walked in. I was standing there in just my pants. "Did you get it?" I asked him.



"Sure did." He said.



JoAnne and I fucked the next morning as well.



I spent Christmas with Brahnsen, Diane, and Brahnsen's family. They were the closest thing to a family that I had.



Two days after Christmas, Diane was at work and JoAnne and I fucked again. And, again, Brahnsen got it on video. On New Year's eve, Ralph was still on night shift and we fucked again. Only this time it was in a motel room and Brahnsen wasn't there ... but the camera was.



Two days after New Year's Day, I received an unexpected call. From Julie, JoAnne's friend.



"What do you want?" I asked her in a not so friendly tone.



"Come on, Kane. Get over it. You are both better off without each other and you know it."



"I'm not so sure."



"Of course you are. Listen, I talked to JoAnne this morning and she told me that the two of you have ... shall we say ... made accommodations of a sort with your situation. It started me wondering if maybe you had ever given any thought as to how it might have been if you and I had actually had sex that night."



I thought before I answered. "Not really because you never turned me on. Your hips are too big and your tits are too small and I always figured you to be a mediocre piece of ass at best." I heard her intake of breath. "JoAnne told me you were married now. I feel sorry for your husband having to come home to a second or third string pussy; and I'd be willing to bet you don't suck his dick at all."



It took a while for her to answer. "I suck a mean dick, thank you and I would have been the best fuck you ever had ... and my tits are perfect!"



"Bullshit. I've seen you in a bathing suit, remember? Bra size 30A does not qualify as perfect unless you like sunny side up eggs. You wouldn't know a perfect set of tits if they poked you in the eyes."



She laughed but it was a bit strained. "If you only knew."



"But I do know, Julie. I know that you are all talk and no action. You were all talk the night you tricked me. You didn't even get naked then because your body sucks. Any woman with a good body would not have hidden it under a sheet. Not in those circumstances anyway."



"You're full of shit. Why would I be naked when I didn't have to?"



"Because you were chicken shit. The whole thing was your idea, but you didn't want to take any risks. Anybody else would have at least given the guy a blow job ... oh, I forgot. You don't give blowjobs."



I could sense that she was losing her 'cool'. She had a huge ego and I figured she wouldn't take much more of me ragging on her.



"Fuck you, Kane."



I was right. She'd had enough. "No, thank you. You had your chance that night and blew it ... oops ... sorry. Had I fucked you, it would have been the best you ever had or ever will have. If you ever get the nerve, give me a call and I'll show you; but we'd have to do it in a dark room so I wouldn't have to look at your tiny tits."



She ended the call and I laughed.



Less than a week later, she called again. She wasn't drunk, but it was obvious she had been drinking.



"All right you bastard. You want to find out what you missed? Come to my house and I'll show you."



"You're crazy. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't do it in your house. I'd be afraid of being set up again."



"Now who's a chicken shit?"



"Just being honest. I don't trust you."



"Okay, but it's your loss."



"Ha. Why should I risk being tricked over an ordinary piece of ass?"



"Ordinary?"



"That's what I said. You're probably just an ordinary piece of ass."



"Fuck you." And she ended the call.



By now she would be livid. I laughed.



I had copies of the videos Brahnsen had taken of Joanne and me. I decided to hold on to them for just awhile longer.



Julie called again three days later. She didn't sound like she had been drinking. "I'm at the Hampton on Prien Lake. Room 226. I will wait here for one hour. Put up or shut up."



I was there in just over an hour. She opened the door before my first knock ended.



The first thing she did was rip open her blouse and show me her tits. "Do these look like eggs?"



I smiled. "Very nice." I said. "Are they real?"



She grabbed both of my hands and put them on her tits. "You can't feel any silicone in there, buster."



I rubbed and pinched and tweaked and pulled. She was right. Then I tried the taste test. I sucked and nibbled and tried to inhale them. I took my camera and started to take pictures of them.



"Oh, no, you don't. No pictures." She said as she pulled her blouse closed to cover herself.



"Come on. They're perfect. Much nicer than I imagined. Much nicer. Let me take just a couple so I can have something to remember them by. I won't get your face."



She relented and opened her blouse. Then she smiled and actually shifted her shoulders back thrusting her tits out. Needless to say, I did include pictures of her face.



Then she stepped back and turned around. "Now. How can you say that these hips are too big?"



I put my hands on her hips and moved them up and down sliding over her hips and ass. "Very nice. Much nicer than I remembered. But can you fuck?"



"I thought you'd never ask." She said as she started getting naked.



Turns out she wasn't an ordinary fuck ... she was worse; and the harder she tried, the worse she got. She did give a pretty good blow job, but that was it. After we finished, she lay on the bed breathing as though she had just run a marathon. Her legs were spread open and her eyes were closed. I took three quick photos without her knowing.



I sat on the bed and took her hand. "I was wrong. Your body is perfect and you are the best fuck I have ever had. I'll remember today for the rest of my life." I lied, then I dressed and left.



I called my boss in Estes Park. "Is there something for me to do if I come back early?" I asked him.



"Hell, yes. When will you be back?"



"In the next few days."



"Okay. I'll open up your cabin and make sure you have water and heat." Closing houses for the winter in cold climates involved draining all of the water out of the pipes so they wouldn't freeze and turning off the heating systems.



The next day, I called the Police Department and told them I would like to speak to Officer Ralph Peterson. He wasn't immediately available, but I was informed that they would get the message to him and he would return my call. He did.



"What can I do for you, Mr. Jacobson?" He said when I answered his call.



"I just wanted you to know that what goes around comes around."



"What are you talking about?"



"You fucked my wife so I fucked yours."



"You're lying. My wife wouldn't cheat on me."



"No? Isn't that how you got her? She cheated on me with you, didn't she?"



"I don't believe you."



"Ask her. If she denies it, call me. I'll send you proof. Have a good day."



My next call was to Julie's husband. Our conversation was short and to the point. I told him his wife cheated and if he wanted proof, I had it.



Early the next day I said goodbye to Brahnsen and Diane and headed west on Interstate 10 looking for Estes Park bumper stickers.



JoAnne called about noon. "Hello, JoAnne."



"I should have known." She said calmly.



"What?"



"That you would do something; it just didn't dawn on me that you would do this."



"Why not?"



"I don't know. I just thought you were better than this."



"You were wrong." A period of silence. "It hurts, doesn't it?"



"More than you know, Kane. More than you know." She hung up.

<hr pg="3" />I never heard from Julie, but Brahnsen told me later that he heard that she was divorced shortly after Joanne was.



As for me, I'm listening to the wind howling and hoping that it stops soon and Spring gets here. I'm looking forward to seeing the tourists come back because I need some pussy.

