TITLE    : Friends with Benefits Ch. 06
STORYID  : friends-with-benefits-ch-06-1
SUMMARY  : John and Becca - The final chapter.
AUTHOR   : JayCuck@lit
DATE     : 2014-12-04
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |hotwife|interracial|cuck|snowbunny|


<em>Hi folks. Thank you for reading this chapter of Friends with Benefits.</em> 



<em>This is the FINAL chapter of this series.</em> 



<em>I've enjoyed writing it and I hope you've enjoy reading it. Feel free to reach out and let me know what you think of this chapter. I read and review all feedback on Literotica and I try and return any emails I receive.</em> 



<em>Thanks again.</em> 



<em>Troll Alert: You probably won't like this story. Save your righteous indignation for another category.</em> 



***** 



"Bethany." 



John's voice rang echoed in the house, as he walked from the empty living room, into his daughter's room. "Honey, will you please get everything packed? We're leaving first thing in the morning." 



"Yes, dad," irritation flooded her voice. It was the kind of irritation that only an eight year old (soon to be nine year old as she always pointed out) could summon. 



"Thank you, honey." 



He smiled at his daughter, and surveyed her room. It was in good shape. There were only a thousand pieces of clothing strewn around the room. Toys were generously sprinkled among the clothes, so in a way it formed a pretty carpet. Typically, it was in much worse shape, and he could tell that Jessica had been helping her. 



<em>Bethany is beautiful.</em> 



It was a familiar thought, and one that circled his head at least a thousand times a day. True, she was his daughter, and he had a biased opinion, but even their friends thought she was beautiful. The fact that several boys her age wouldn't quit calling the house, was also a testament to how pretty his daughter was, and worse, how beautiful she would become. 



<em>She has more of her mother in her.</em> 



Becca's features were prominently displayed, but perfectly mixed with DeShawn's. Bethany had a light brown skin tone, and her hair was also a curly light brown. Her eyes were a darker shade of blue, unbelievably beautiful, and the contrast between her skin, her hair and her eyes was striking. Intelligent, compassionate, but with a quick temper, his daughter was a handful. 



"Dad," she said. "Go, I don't need your help." 



He hadn't realized he was staring, but Bethany's voice broke into his reverie. "Sorry, kiddo. I'm leaving." 



"How's she doing?" Jessica asked, when he walked into the kitchen. 



"Great. She's always great." He accepted the glass of wine from his wife. "Of course, she won't be ready tomorrow morning, so I'll probably get up a little early to help her." 



Jessica laughed. "Of course." 



"It should be an easy drive. Not quick, but not hard either." 



"Yep. Are you sure you want to stop in Biloxi?" Jessica asked, as she took a sip from her own glass of wine. "We could stop in New Orleans?" 



"Not this trip, baby. Besides, if we're going to New Orleans, we should go during Mardi Gras." 



"I'm not flashing my tits, honey," she said quickly and gave her husband a wink. "I don't need beads that bad." 



"Awwww." 



"On the street," she clarified. "I'll flash you all night long, in our hotel room." 



"Now we're talking." 



They shared a laugh and went out to their small patio. It was the same patio they'd shared their first real kiss on, and it was their favorite spot. With all of their belongings packed, they'd borrowed some chairs from the neighbors. It was their last night at Laughlin, Air Force Base. 



"I wonder what life is going to be like in Florida," she mused. 



"St. Petersburg is supposed to be beautiful." 



"Yeah," she agreed, and studied her husband over the rim over wine glass. "I'm proud of you." 



"You are?" 



"Yes," she replied evenly. "You breezed through college, finished the Air Force Bootstrap program, and received your commission." 



"Lots of people do that, baby." 



"I know, but you did it all, and still managed to raise a daughter, be a great husband, and get promoted a few times...Captain." 



"Everyone makes Captain. Unless you really screw up." 



"Stop minimizing your accomplishments." 



"Okay," he said and held up his hands. "You win. I'm perfect!" 



"Oh god," she said, with a roll of her eyes. "I've created a monster." 



"You're right behind me anyway, honey," he said with his own wink. "You helped me with Bethany, you've been an amazing wife, and you got yourself promoted. I'm not the only one who finished the Bootstrap program. You also earned your commission." He paused dramatically. "First Lieutenant." 



They were both silent for a moment, reflecting on the hard work they'd put into their careers. It hadn't been easy, but they'd done it. John and Jessica had arrived at this base as enlisted members, and with a ton of hard work, perseverance, support, and more hard work; they'd finished their college degrees and earned an officer's commission in the Air Force. John had been first, but Jessica soon followed. 



The Bootstrap program allowed them to finish their degrees, but becoming an officer was a completely separate process. They'd been highly recommended by everyone in their chain of command, so they earned a spot at Officer Training School. 



In short, life was pretty good. They'd received orders, and they were PCS'ing (permanent change of station) to Florida. Their household goods had been shipped by the Air Force, and they were driving to their new duty location. They'd spend the first night in Biloxi, MS, at Keesler Air Force Base. It was right along the gulf coast, so they'd have some time to visit the beaches with Bethany. Then they were going to drop Bethany off, for the summer, at her grandparents. 



Veranda and Robert were dying to see their grandchild again. Bethany could hardly wait to be spoiled as well, so it was a mutually beneficial agreement. He sincerely liked Deshawn's parents, and they'd always treated him well. He could tell they approved of his parenting of Bethany, and he also made sure that his daughter kept in regular contact with them. 



Becca was supposed to drop off her kids as well this summer, but he wasn't sure when or if he would see her or not. Truthfully, he didn't care. He'd lost touch with her over the years. Robert and Veranda provided some information, but not a whole lot. She'd moved to Florida as well, but on the panhandle, near Ft. Lauderdale. Becca and Bethany didn't spend much time together, and while that bothered John, he didn't obsess about it. Her life wasn't as stable as it once had been. 



"I love you." 



John looked over at his wife and smiled. "I love you too. Thank you for taking a chance on me." 



"You're welcome." She stood, walked over to him smiling, and took his hand. "Now take me into the bedroom. I have a surprise for you." 



The surprise turned out to be new lingerie. She loved showing off for him...only him. Petite, curvy, with gorgeous red hair, she was captivating. A natural redhead, she still shaved herself regularly, so he rarely saw her pubic hairs. 



Widely considered the hottest woman on base, she was surprisingly kinky. She loved sex, in any position, and wasn't shy about watching porn. She was always buying new toys, and they'd even indulged in some light bondage. He was fairly certain she'd memorized Fifty Shades of Grey, and they'd tried several of the things mentioned in the book. 



In short, their sex was amazing. 



Tonight wasn't a kinky night. Their belongings were all packed, aside from their clothes, and they were leaving early. She modeled her new lingerie for him, before she let it drop to the floor (where lingerie always ended up), and then attacked him. 



"Lick my pussy, baby," she breathed, as she straddled his face. 



It was one of his favorite positions, because he could always make her cum this way. Several times, in fact. He loved the way she moved her pussy across his face, and he could never resist squeezing her firm little ass. Normally a moaner, Jessica was careful with Bethany. She moaned quietly, or as quietly as she could, and shuddered as orgasm after orgasm rocked her body. 



"Enough," she said finally. "Now fuck me." 



Barely a second later, he thrust inside her deliciously tight pussy. She loved the doggy-style position, and pushed her ass back against him. His hands found her shoulders, and he savagely pushed his cock into her. She was petite, but she could take a pounding. In fact, she frequently insisted on it. Her moans grew louder, as they found their rhythm. 



"Tell me when you're cumming," she gasped. 



He knew what she wanted, what she was asking for, and it made his orgasm grow quickly. She loved the taste of cum. They weren't trying for children, so she would go down on him frequently, and it was normal for her to ask him to cum on her, or in her mouth. 



"Here I come," he groaned. 



She moved forward quickly, and then flipped around, sliding her upper body near him. She grasped his cock, stroking it quickly, before she put her mouth on the tip. 



"That's it! Take it, baby!" 



The sweet, excruciating release of an orgasm flooded his body. His cock jerked slightly, as it spurted into her mouth. She took over, and stroked him gently. Well aware of how sensitive his cock was after he came, she didn't grind on his it. Her mouth caught most of his cum, and her tongue quickly found the rest. 



"I love the way you taste," she said, smiling up at him. 



He groaned softly, and fell back onto the mattress. She snuggled up against him, and they both drifted off. 



*** 



The road trip was like any road trip. Exciting at the start, boring during the middle, and excruciating towards the end. Biloxi wasn't anything to write home about, and they didn't look back when they left. 



As they approached the mansion where Veranda and Robert raised Deshawn, tension started to build in his shoulders. He couldn't help it. No matter how much time passed, he still felt a tinge of resentment. DeShawn had ended his marriage. Sure Becca played a starring role in that drama, but-." 



"Penny for your thoughts," Jessica's voice broke into his thoughts like a cool breeze. 



He glanced in the back of the SUV, and confirmed that his daughter was still sleeping. His wife cocked her head at him. 



"Sorry, babe," he murmured. "I was just meandering down memory lane." 



"Ahh. What might have been...that sort of thing?" 



"Yeah." His hand found hers. "But, I wouldn't change a thing, honey." 



"I understand." She squeezed his hand lightly, and leaned over to kiss his cheek. "I love you." 



"Love you, too." 



"Yuck." Bethany's voice carried forward from the back. She unclipped her seatbelt, slid forward, and hugged him from behind his seat. "You're a great dad." 



"Awww. Thank you, kiddo." 



"You're welcome," she replied. 



He turned into the long driveway, and as usual, stared at the beautiful house where DeShawn grew up. Veranda and Robert were truly good people, and they were outstanding grandparents. He enjoyed the time he spent with them. 



Bethany started clapping from the back seat, as her grandparents came out of the house. They were smiling widely and waving. He stopped the SUV, and his little girl was out of the vehicle, before it even stopped. 



"Careful!" He shouted after her. 



She ran with reckless abandon at her grandparents. Robert reached her first. He scooped her up, and immediately started tickling her. Veranda was right behind him, and swatted him on the arm, as she took Bethany from his arms. 



Jon and Jessica watched from their SUV, smiles pasted on their faces. Neither one of them was an artist, but at that moment, they both wished they could paint this scene as a picture. It was as close to perfect as humans ever got. 



"How was the drive," Robert asked him, as got out of the SUV. 



Jon stretched for a moment, then shook hands with Bethany's grandfather. "Ugh. It was quite a drive. How are you, Robert?" 



"Great," he said. A huge smile graced his face. "I'm better now that you brought my grandchild to me for the summer." 



"Bethany couldn't wait to get here. Try not to spoil her too much." 



Robert gave him a level look. "No promises, young man. Grandparents are supposed to spoil their grandkids." 



They shared a quick laugh, and the older man clapped him on the shoulder. Jessica walked up as their laughter subsided, and Robert smiled at her. 



"Jessica," he said, and held out his hand. "You just seem to get prettier." 



"I heard that!" Veranda said from a few steps away. 



Robert winked at his wife. "I was just greeting our guest, honey." 



"Yeah, yeah," she said, and winked at Jessica. "He's is right though. You look great, honey." 



"Thank you." 



"C'mon inside you two," Veranda said, and motioned with her head. "I've got lunch prepared, and we can eat out by the pool." 



"Can I go swimming?" An excited Bethany almost yelled. She divided the question between her dad and grandparents, obviously playing the odds, and hoping for a positive answer. 



"Of course you can," Robert answered first. 



"Yayyy!" 



"You're swimming suit is in your suitcase, kiddo," Jessica called out. 



As quick as a blink, Bethany ran back to the SUV where John was already unloading her pink suitcase. He handed it to her, barely repressing a smile. 



"Have fun, and don't forget to stay in the shallow end." 



"Okay." 



Veranda did her best to follow in Bethany's wake. It wasn't easy, but she managed. Robert walked with Jessica and John, and he led them into the kitchen. John had been to their house before, but this was the first time for Jessica, and he noticed her eyes trailing around the beautifully decorated house. 



"I've got some burgers already prepared," he said, and retrieved a big plate from the refrigerator. "Why don't you two head outside, and I'll be along in a second." 



"Sounds good." 



"Beers and sodas are in outside kitchen. Help yourself." 



"Thank you," Jessica replied. 



They found chairs on the patio, and settled in to enjoy the afternoon. Robert and Veranda insisted on them staying the night. He sighed loudly, letting the stress of the drive bleed away. He glanced over to see his wife staring at him expectantly. 



"What's up?" 



"I'm thirsty," she said with a wink. "How about getting a lady a drink?" 



"Yes, ma'am." 



As a well-trained husband, he didn't bother objecting, and quickly returned with two beers. He did however insist on a quick kiss. 



"Their house is so beautiful," she said quietly. 



"I know. Maybe one day we'll have a place like this." 



She snorted lightly. "Only if we both make General." 



John was about to respond, when Veranda and Bethany made a dramatic appearance. Well, Bethany was dramatic. Veranda was too busy smiling at her granddaughter to fit into the dramatic category. 



"Yayyy!" 



Disregarding her father's directions, Bethany dived right into the deep end of the pool. Fortunately, he'd taught her how to swim fairly well, so her life wasn't in danger. In typical nervous father fashion however, he would have preferred her to start in the shallow end. 



"DeShawn was the same way," Veranda said nostalgically. She watched Bethany for a few more seconds, and then draped a towel over a chair. "I could barely keep that boy out of the water." 



"She does love to swim," he replied neutrally. He obviously hadn't known DeShawn that well, and he treaded lightly whenever his name was mentioned. 



She joined them at the table, sipping a glass of soda. "You've done such a good job with her, John." 



Jessica squeezed his hand lightly, and gave him a wink. 



"Thank you," he said. "She's been a blessing." 



"It's so nice to have her for the entire summer." 



"She loves being here, and spending time with you and Robert." 



Veranda beamed at that comment. "Are we going to see her more often, now that you're stationed in Florida?" 



He nodded emphatically. "As much as you can stand. It's a fairly short drive between us, and you're welcome anytime you want to visit. We're also planning to wear Disney World out, so we can meet there as well." 



"Excellent!" 



"What's excellent?" Robert asked, as he emerged from the kitchen. His arms were full with a plate of burgers, and he had a ketchup bottle under one arm, and a container of mustard under the other. As he walked closer, the mustard started to slip.  



"Little help!" 



John managed to catch the mustard before it hit the patio, and he received a short round of applause for his graceful catch. 



"Nice hands!" Robert said when John set the mustard on the table. "Burgers will be burnt to a crisp in no time, folks." 



"You better not burn mine, mister." 



"Yes, momma," he replied to his wife. 



"That's better." She gave her husband a loving glance, before she turned to Jessica. "It takes a while to train them, but it's worth the effort." 



"I'm still working on mine." 



"You never finish, honey. Men are always a work in progress." 



"Ouch!" John entered the conversation. "We're taking some hits over here, Robert." 



"Bob and weave, young man. Bob and weave!" 



He got the burgers distributed on the grill, and took a seat at the table. He raised his beer. 



"A toast." 



Everyone raised their drinks. 



"To family, friends, and good times. May they come together as often as possible?" 



That was a toast everyone could get behind, and they all clinked their glasses. Bethany dived into water again, and was completely occupied by the pool. 



"Speaking of family," John said. "Is Bethany going to have any company this summer?" 



The question was innocent, with no agenda or innuendo, but he was surprised at the response it garnered. Sadness, and worry washed over Veranda's face. Robert's expression was tinged with irritation, bordering on anger. 



"I apologize," he said quickly. "I didn't mean-." 



Robert shook his head, and held up a hand. "Not your fault, John." 



"We're not sure," Veranda answered his question. "We had hoped her brothers would come up for the summer, but we haven't heard from Becca." 



"That's not true. We've heard from her, but there's so much damn drama in her life." 



"Robert!" 



"It's true. I'm not saying anything you haven't already said before." 



She put her hand on his arm. "I know, honey." 



They shared a meaningful look, and the flame in his eyes died slightly. He nodded at his wife, and offered her a small conciliatory smile. 



"Anyway," he said, turning back to John and Jessica. "We're not sure if our other grandchildren will be joining us this summer." 



"I see. Well, I hope that they do." 



Veranda's eyes were filled with hope. "So do we, but being a single mother isn't easy." 



Robert set his beer down hard, the fire reigniting in his eyes. "She's not a single mother! It's just that bum she married, won't help her out." 



Veranda sighed loudly. There were no words spoken, but the sigh communicated her emotions quite clearly. 



He stood abruptly. "I need a fresh beer. Anyone want another?" 



All of them declined, and he walked inside the house. His wife watched him go, her expression a mix of worry, and sadness. 



"I'm sorry, Veranda. I didn't mean to bring up a sore subject." 



"It's not your fault," she said, and then added. "How much do you know of Becca's situation?" 



He shrugged, and glanced at Jessica before responding. "Truthfully, not much. I know she struggled after DeShawn passed away. The last few times she's been with Bethany, we've met her in San Antonio. She'd get a hotel room for two weeks, and we'd drop Bethany off so they could spend time together. We offered to let her stay with us, but she said she felt more comfortable in a hotel." 



"Life has been hard for her." Veranda's voice was soft. "We've tried to help her as well, but she's fiercely independent, and sometimes that clouds her judgment. Unfortunately, her marriage to Marcus has only made the situation worse." 



"I don't understand?" 



"After she left the military, she moved to Florida. You knew that right?" 

<hr pg="2" />"Yes," he replied. "I assumed it was to be closer to you and Robert." 



She shook her head. "I wish. She moved to be closer to Marcus." Veranda's voice grew uncharacteristically bitter as she continued. "I guess they'd grown close." 



John didn't need a roadmap to know what Veranda was implying. After his divorce from Becca was final, she had moved to San Antonio. DeShawn had an extremely serious training accident shortly thereafter. 



Whether for good or bad, DeShawn hadn't died right away. His body had been broken, almost beyond repair, but he hung on for over a year. So strong in life, it was no surprise that he battled so long and hard for his life. It was a bitter stroke of luck, but he was able to meet his sons, twin boys, before he finally succumbed to his injuries. 



John and Bethany had attended his funeral. He remembered Marcus sitting next to Becca, his arm around her shoulders. It hadn't seemed odd at the time, but obviously Marcus had continued to 'comfort' her after the funeral was over. 



<em>What a fuckin' douchebag.</em> 



"Once my son was out of the picture, Marcus moved right in. He married Becca about a year after DeShawn passed away." 



Robert's voice, hardened with bitterness, reached them. "We weren't even invited to the wedding. Becca said Marcus wasn't comfortable having us there." 



"Wow," John said. "She never mentioned anything to me. Like I said, she always came to San Antonio to see Bethany. She never shared any personal information, and I obviously didn't ask." 



"Yeah. She has become very good at not sharing information," Robert observed. He walked over to the BBQ grill and tended the burgers. "Sorry I had to leave. I get worked up about my grandkids." 



"It's fine, Robert." Jessica added. "We understand." 



"Eventually we found out that Marcus left the military as well. He'd gotten an offer to work with a military contractor, and the money was good. At least that's what Becca told us." 



Robert shook his head. "From where we were sitting, it seemed like he just wanted to get away from being married. He was gone more than he was at home. She tried to put a happy face on their marriage, and we got the sense she worked hard to make their marriage successful." 



"But she was married to a playboy," Veranda added. "It's not our place to judge, but I'm sure you can imagine. Their marriage struggled from the start. We get pictures of the boys pretty often, but we haven't seen her, or my grandsons, in six months." 



John's eyebrows rose in surprise. "She's only a few hours away." 



"As often as we see those boys, you'd think she lived in Alaska." 



"Grandma! Grandpa!" 



Bethany's happy voice stood in stark contrast to the mood around the table. It washed over them like a cool breeze, and everyone looked over. 



"Watch!" 



Laughing almost hysterically, she launched herself into the air. At the height of her jump, she tucked herself into a tight ball. The splash she made was large, and she was giggling when she surfaced. 



"Dad taught me the cannonball. How big was my splash?" 



"Huge!" Robert shouted back. "You almost got all of us wet!" 



She swam over to the edge, and proudly declared. "I will next time!" 



Veranda put her hand on John's arm. "That's why we appreciate the job you're doing with Bethany." 



"I wish things had gone easier for Becca." 



Robert and Veranda nodded without replying, and silence settled over the table. It was broken only by the sounds of Bethany playing in the water. Everyone watched her play, and marveled at the unique way she had of devoting herself completely to having fun. It was a talent only children had, and it existed only for a little while, before they inevitably grew out of it. 



The burgers were excellent, and they managed to coax Bethany out of the water with a burger, chips, and Big Red. It was her favorite soda, and it sealed the deal. She caught her grandparents up on her life. She announced that she thought boys were gross, and she wanted to live on the beach. She thought Justin Bieber was weird, and Taylor Swift was cool. 



Jessica insisted on helping Veranda clean up after lunch. Robert changed into his swimming suit, and got into the pool with Bethany. John sat in the shade, nursing his second beer, and enjoying his daughter playing with her grandfather. 



"John," Jessica's voice broke into his consciousness. "Come in here, please." 



It was her tone that caught his attention, and when he turned, her expression cemented everything. 



There was a problem. 



Before he even made it out of his chair, he heard raised voices. Too far away to make out what they were saying, he hurriedly pushed passed his wife. 



"I'm so sorry, Veranda. I didn't know what else to do, or where else to go." 



John rounded the kitchen, and stopped short. Becca, his ex-wife, stood in the foyer crying. Two young boys, only a few years younger than Bethany, clung to her legs. Veranda had her hand on Becca's shoulder, and was saying something that he couldn't hear. 



She wiped her eyes, and ran her hands through her hair nervously. "It's Marcus. He's been drinking again, and I don't...I just don't know. He scares me." 



"It's okay," she replied. "You're safe here, honey." 



Her voice was soothing, and she put her arms around Becca's shoulder. She started to guide her into the formal living when both women saw him standing there. Becca stopped, her mouth dropped open, and her face flushed a deep crimson. Veranda motioned with her head for John to give them some privacy. 



"Boys!" His voice was light, filled with excitement, and he motioned over his shoulder. "Guess what's going on out back?" 



The two boys looked at him in surprise, and it was obvious neither of them was going to answer. A stranger was talking to them, and their natural shyness came to the surface. 



"Swimming," he said, as dramatically as possible. "We've got burgers, chips, and we're swimming out back." He motioned for them to come over. "Y'know what else?" 



The two boys were hooked now. They shook their heads, and their eyes were glued to him. "There are more boys than girls out there, and I need some help. I'm outnumbered and outgunned! I need two more guys on my team. C'mon!" 



They might not have followed him, but Veranda caught on, and so did Becca. They convinced them to follow him out to the pool, and within a few minutes, the boys were splashing in the water. They'd met Robert before, and seen Bethany a time or two, so the familiar faces helped. 



Jessica hugged him lightly when he got a chance to rejoin her at the table. The smile on her face was filled with pride, and approval at how he'd handled that situation. 



There is one sound in the universe that is pure. Children's laughter. It's undiluted, unadulterated, and so pure it sings with happiness. 



That sound is what John enjoyed most about watching the kids. Whatever was going on with Becca could wait, because right now their children were having fun. 



Becca and Veranda finally came outside. They walked over to the table, and sat down with John and Jessica. His ex-wife still looked embarrassed, but she put on a brave face, and smiled at both of them. 



"Hi, John. Jessica. How are you?" 



"Fine, thanks," Jessica answered first. Her voice and her expression were neutral. 



He smiled at his ex-wife. "We're good, thanks for asking. How about yourself?" 



She sighed loudly, and rolled her eyes. "Been better." 



Veranda patted her hand lightly. "John, would you get her something to drink?" 



"Sure," he said. "What would you like?" 



"Soda is fine," she replied. 



When he returned with the soda, he placed it in front her. He hadn't been that close to her in years, not since before their divorce, and time had changed Becca. It had changed them both, but he got the distinct impression that her life had been filled with a tremendous amount of stress. There were wrinkles around her eyes that were unusual for someone just past thirty, and her hair looked...well it looked different. A small scar stood out at the corner of her mouth. It hadn't been there when they were married. 



If Becca noticed his attention, she didn't give any indication. She glanced up at him, nodded her thanks, and turned her attention back the table. Jessica had engaged her in conversation, and between her and Veranda, they kept Becca talking. After a few minutes, he decided the women didn't need him, so he wandered back into the house, and changed into his own swimming trunks. 



Robert high-fived him when he jumped into the pool, and within minutes he was giving the boys rides on his shoulders. They had a few competitions where Robert had one boy on his shoulders, and he had the other one, and they tried to knock each other off. It only took a few rounds, before everyone was tired. Robert, and John made their way over to the steps to rest, and the boys followed them. 



"Which one of you is Heckle? And which one is Jeckle?" 



"Those aren't our names!" 



"Well, what are they?" 



"I'm Robert," the one on the left said proudly. "Everyone calls me Robby though. I'm named after grandpa." 



"So am I," the other insisted. "My name is Matthew, but everyone calls me Matt." He pushed his brother. "I'm named after our other grandpa." 



"Okay, so Bobby and Mark, right?" 



"Nooooo! Robby and Matt." 



"Mike and Bob?" 



"Nooooooo!" Even louder, coupled with some laughter. "Robby and Matt!" 



"Okay, I think I got it now, but I'll probably get you two name tags." 



Robert winked at him. "You're good with kids." 



"Kids are easy," he replied back. "Its wives that are hard." 



"Son, truer words have never been spoken!" 



Bethany swam over, and finally joined the conversation. "Can we see a movie tonight, dad?" 



"Sure, kiddo. What did you have in mind?" 



His daughter's suggestion started a storm of excited suggestions from the three kids. The three ladies, drawn to the pool by the commotion, soon started tossing ideas back and forth. The ensuing discussion was both funny, and delicate at the same time. He wasn't sure what idea to support, and neither was Robert, so the two men exchanged a glance, and slowly extricated themselves from the verbal brawl. 



When they were clear, Robert clapped him on the shoulder. "Whew. That was close." 



"I know. For a second there, I was worried we'd have to take a side." 



"Dodged a bullet for sure." 



"I'm going to go change, hopefully that will keep me out of the line of fire for a few more minutes." 



Robert laughed, and nodded. "Good thinking. Me too." 



*** 



"Where did you disappear to, Mister?" 



John turned around, having just stepped out of the shower, and saw Jessica watching him from the doorway. A small, delicious smile was pasted on her face. 



"You ladies had everything in hand. Robert and I made a tactical retreat." 



She sauntered over to him slowly, putting one foot directly in front of the other, and moving her hips seductively. When she reached him, she pulled his towel from around his waist, and her fingers gently encircled his cock. 



"Uhhhh, what are you doing?" 



"You looked great in your suit," she said. "I could barely take my eyes off of you." 



She stood on the balls of her feet, and kissed him once, twice, and finally a third time. Jessica didn't say a word, but her eyes smoldered with lust. Her fingers ran down his chest, then his stomach, as she lowered herself to her knees, and took him in her mouth. 



"Ohhhhh," he breathed. 



What followed was an amazing blowjob. She was good at sucking cock, and she knew it. It didn't take long, before he was on the verge of cumming. She stared up at him, and obviously knew him well enough to know he was close. She gripped his hips tightly, locked her lips around his cock, and swallowed as he jetted inside her mouth. 



When he finished, she licked her lips slowly, and the smoldering look was replaced by one of happiness. He leaned up against the wall, breathing heavily, and recovering from unusually good oral sex. 



"I'm not done with you," she breathed into his ear. "You better eat some oysters or something, because I'm wearing you out tonight." 



"It's a deal," he whispered back. 



Her arms wrapped around his body. "I love you, honey." 



"I love you back." 



"When you've recovered, come out to the living room. Robert and Veranda have put some plans together." 



"Sounds good." 



It seemed everyone was waiting, when he walked out of the bedroom. All eyes were on him as he walked up. 



"Am I in trouble?" 



"Tons," Veranda said with a smirk. "Here's what we've decided. Robert and I are going to take the kids to see a movie. Of course, the boys want to see one thing, and Bethany another. I get Bethany," she said, and nudged the young lady with her hip. "Robert gets the two boys." 



The loving grandpa high-fived his two grandsons. "The boys are in the house!" 



"Yeah!" "We ROCK!" 



"Great," he said uncertainly. "What about the parents?" 



Jessica wrapped her arm around his, and smiled at him. "You and I are going to grab dinner. Just the two of us." 



"I'm going to stay here," Becca added with a shaky smile. "I've got to move the boys stuff into their rooms anyway." 



"You're sure, Becca?" Jessica asked. "You're welcome to come with us." 



"Or us," Veranda added. 



"I'm sure," she said firmly. "I could use some quiet time." 



Veranda, Robert and the kids left first. They piled into the Escalade, got buckled in, and took off. It sounded like they were all singing, as they drove off. John, and Jessica said goodbye to Becca, after asking her one more time to join them, and then left as well. 



"I'm glad we invited her," his wife said as they drove away. "But I'm also glad she declined. A private dinner, just the two of us, sounds really nice." 



"I agree." 



"She looks tired, and worn out." 



"Twins will do that to you," he replied. 



She shook her head. "It's more than the twins. I get the sense that her life has been hard since DeShawn passed away. From what Robert and Veranda said this afternoon, it sounds like this Marcus character is a real piece of work." She cocked her head at him. "Did you know him?" 



"Not really. I met him once, and we didn't exactly like each other." 



"Why?" 



He sighed. "Marcus seemed intent on separating me and Becca, so DeShawn could get more time with her." He glanced at his wife. "It worked." 



"I see." 



"Mind if we talk about something other than ancient history?" 



"The subject of your ex-wife bother you?" 



"No. I just want to focus on the woman I love, on our relationship, and our future. That's what's important to me." 



"Good answer." 



She took his hand and they rode in silence to the steakhouse. It was highly rated, and he'd made reservations before they left Biloxi. He wasn't sure if they'd get a night to themselves, but he wanted to be prepared just in case. 



He valeted his SUV, and helped Jessica out of the car. They were seated immediately, and the service was impeccable. Of course, the prices were commensurate with the quality of the restaurant, but they were well within his budget. 



<em>I'm not worrying about money tonight.</em> 



As the evening progressed, they savored each course, and he couldn't help but reflect on how much his life had changed. When he married Becca, he'd never considered the possibility of divorce. It wasn't an option. 



Then they had trouble conceiving. Despite all their efforts, Becca never got pregnant. A vacation to South Padre Island seemed the perfect opportunity to put a bun in her oven. Unfortunately, he came up with the mother of bad ideas. 



<em>It seemed like a good idea at the time.</em> 



They met DeShawn. A great guy, a good person, and he was on leave...alone. Of course his wife, the original queen of spades, was attracted to him on sight. The attraction was mutual, and John had the supremely stupid idea to offer DeShawn the opportunity to impregnate Becca. It didn't take much convincing for his black-man-loving wife, and DeShawn and Becca had spent the rest of the week fucking like rabbits. 



Worst part of all, was that he enjoyed it...too much. The idea, and erotic visuals, of DeShawn fucking his wife were overpowering. In the end, he surrendered his better judgment, and the downstream effects resulted in his wife leaving him for DeShawn. It was a painful ending for something that seemed harmless at the time. 



"Thinking heavy thoughts over there?" 



He smiled at his wife. "No. Good thoughts. Happy thoughts." 



"Really?" She leaned forward. "Do tell." 



"I was just thinking how much my life has changed...for the better." He set his knife and fork down, reached across the table, and took her hand in his. "You rescued me, Jessica. I was a broken man, when we got together, and you put me back together. I'll never be able to adequately thank you for taking a chance on me, but I'll spend the rest of my life striving to make you happy." 



Her eyes grew misty as he spoke, and she had to clear her throat before responding. "Wow. You go right on thinking those kinds of thoughts, mister." 



They laughed together, and it felt right. Everything was perfect. 



"Share a dessert?" She asked. 



"Absolutely, but you pick it." 



They decided to head back to Robert and Veranda's house, rather than go out for a drink. They didn't know the area, and they planned to get on the road as early as possible. When they turned into the neighborhood, and made it past the security guard, there was an unfamiliar car in the driveway. 



"Who?" 



Jessica unexpectedly sat upright, and grabbed his hand tightly. "John! Stop!" 



He stopped at the curb, and she pointed at the front step. "Look. Do you know that man?" 



"Where?" 



"By the window." 



He squinted, and finally saw what was pointing at...a large man was peering in through the window. Dressed in dark pants, and a white tank top, he was moving strangely. He peered into the window, then seemed to stagger away, and repeated the process at another window. 



"What the hell?" 



"Call the police, honey. Now!" 



"Are you su-." 



"Now, John. Right now!" 



His phone was in the center console. He grabbed it, and dialed three numbers. Quickly, and quietly he described the situation to the operator, and hung up the phone. As soon as he put the phone back in the center console, the shouting started. 



"Bitch! Get out here! I wanna see my kids!" 



He hadn't seen it before, but the man had a bottle in one hand. He brought it to his lips, took a long pull, and John realized that's why he was moving strangely. 



"He's drunk." 



"Obviously," Jessica whispered. "We're waiting for the cops, right?" 



"Hell, yes!" 



Unfortunately, the situation changed. The man threw the bottle at the gorgeous bay window that faced the street. The window didn't break, but a spider web of cracks immediately appeared. 



"Fuckin' Bitch. You can't take my kids! You ain't leavin' me either! Not over some nameless pussy!" 



The outside light over the door suddenly came on. 



"Oh no!" Jessica groaned. "Becca, don't!" 



The front door opened slowly. Becca stepped out onto the front porch, pulling her sweater close around her, and folding her arms in front of her. She said something to the man, and he immediately started for her. 



Fear laced through John, as he watched the man tower over his ex-wife. He swayed slightly as he stopped in front of her, and jabbed at her with his finger. She spoke quickly, putting her hands out trying to calm him down. 



It seemed to work. He grew quiet, stopped motioning wildly with his hands, and listened to her. For a brief second, John thought everything would be okay. She would talk him down, and he'd go away. 



He was wrong. 



Suddenly, the man viciously backhanded her. She twirled around, and sprawled out on the ground. 

<hr pg="3" />"Fuck you! You're not leaving me! I'll kill you first!" 



Four words. Simple, unambiguous words. Ice water ran through his body, when they registered in his brain, and he spat a wordless oath. Jessica tried to grab his arm, to stop him, but he was beyond listening. 



Before he took time to think about it, he was sprinting across the lawn, headed directly for the drunk asshole who'd just decked his ex-wife, and threatened to kill her. It was a big yard, but he closed the distance quickly. More importantly, he ran silently through the night. The drunk assailant didn't hear him coming, and it made all the difference. 



Just before he reached him, the drunk turned around, somehow sensing the impending threat. "What the fu-?" 



John was running at a full sprint when their bodies collided. Had it been on a football field, the crowd would have been on its feet, cheering wildly at the amazing tackle. This night however, there was no crowd, no ESPN, just two guys hell bent on fighting. 



Their bodies crashed down on the slick, grassy lawn, and John rolled passed him. He sensed the man was both taller, and heavier than he was, so he wanted some distance. No...he needed some distance. Wrestling with someone bigger, and heavier than him was a losing proposition, even if the bastard was drunk. 



"Motherfucker!" 



The drunk guy came to his feet swearing. Unbalanced, he staggered slightly before squaring off with him. John was facing the lights of the house, which meant his opponent was sheathed in the shadows. He was big and black, but that's all John could tell. He circled him slowly, trying to get a better sense for the tiger he'd just grabbed by the tail. 



<em>Holy Shit! Marcus.</em> 



When the outside lights fell up on his face, he recognized him immediately. It wasn't the same Marcus however that he'd met several years earlier. Not the same man at all. He'd gained weight, actually had a belly now, and his face sagged from too much alcohol, and too many late nights. The special-forces operator he'd been, had long since vanished, and he'd been replaced by an abusive drunk. 



Marcus recognized him as well. 



"Well, lookie here," he sneered. "The motherfuckin' cuck! Stick around little white boy, you can watch Becca take some black cock before this night is through." 



His abrasive laugh echoed through the night. How he'd held onto the bottle was anyone's guess, but he raised it to his lips again. He took several swallows, before he wiped his mouth recklessly. 



"Your ex loves her some black cock." The chuckle that emanated from him was at least 90 proof. "I shared her with some of my friends, passed the bitch around good, and she loved it. Got her some new tats too," he nodded, and an ugly smile grew on his face like a fungus. "She's black-owned now, cuck. Nothing you can do about it. Got the tats to prove it too." He motioned vaguely in her direction. "The sooner she realizes that, the better off she'll be!" 



The drunken rant passed right over John. It wasn't that he didn't care, it just didn't matter to him anymore. Getting through this night, and making sure she was okay, were the things that mattered to him. 



Marcus didn't make that list. 



"Give it up, Marcus. Police are on the way already. Back off now, let me see to Becca, and you might only spend a few nights in jail." 



"Not gonna happen, cracker!" His voice had transitioned to a low growl. The two men continued to circle each other slowly. "She's mine. Bitch ain't leavin' me. She ain't takin' those boys away from me. DeShawn would want us to be together." 



"What would DeShawn have done, if he'd seen you hit Becca? Think about it, dumbass! Do you honestly think he'd want you around his kids, if you can't treat his wife respectfully?" 



"Fuck you!" He stabbed his finger at him. "You don't shit about my boy! He was my best friend, my brother, and you don't know shit about him." 



His voice broke, and just for a second he dropped his anger. Deep emotional pail wracked his whole body, and his eyes misted up. 



"You just...you know understand what it was like after he...You just don't fuckin' get it! I was there! In the air with him. I saw it all, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it!" 



"You're right." He held his hands up slowly. "Marcus, you're right. I didn't know DeShawn that well, but I know he loved Becca. I know he wouldn't want to see you hit her." He paused, and saw that his words were having an effect. "I also know he wouldn't want to see you drunk like this, Marcus." 



Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her stir on the grass. She rolled onto her side, and sat up, holding her face. "John?" 



For some reason he couldn't identify, her voice set Marcus off again. He'd been calm until she said his name, but he shouted with rage as soon as it was out of her mouth. 



"Bitch! The first name out of your mouth is this motherfuckers? You better not be screwin' around on me!" 



He threw his bottle down, started to towards her with his hands clenching into fists, and John stepped in front of him. The two men stared at each other for a long second. A sneer grew on Marcus' face. 



"Watcha gonna do?" He motioned him forward. "You feelin' froggy, cuck...then why don't you leap! Once I fuck you up, I'll have my way with your ex. Don't worry, I gotta little coke with me. It'll be a nice little party, and the little white snowbunny will love it...as usual." 



"Last chance, Marcus. Leave!" 



Another sneer, larger this time, crossed his face and he started forward. 



Any other time, any other place, and he'd take a beating. There was no question in his mind, Marcus was better trained, and had the experience to wipe the floor with him. While he'd been taking Judo for several months, there was no comparison between them. 



Tonight was different. Drunk, unbalanced, and filled with rage, he wasn't a threat. 



The wide, looping punch Marcus threw, seemed to take forever, and he ducked beneath it easily. As soon as it passed, John let his own punch fly, and it connected solidly with his chin. A solid right hook, it spun him around slightly, but didn't put him down. He staggered back a few steps, cursed heatedly, and then came back for more. 



"Little cuck's got himself a stinger." 



Marcus was drunk, not stupid, and he approached more carefully. His steps were light, careful, and he maintained his balance, as he stalked forward. That wasn't a good thing for John. He needed him off-balance, and angry. 



"Marcus." His voice was low, but it carried clearly to the drunk facing him. "You're not half the man DeShawn was. You're a pale imitation, and that's why Becca's leaving you." 



Whatever control he'd summoned melted away as John's words permeated his drunk brain. He gave a wordless, guttural shout, and charged. 



John let him come. 



At the last second, he ducked inside his guard, grabbed a fistful of his shirt, and rolled back onto the grass...pulling the drunk down with him. As they fell towards the ground, John's right foot came up, in a long-practiced move, and settled firmly in Marcus' stomach. 



Momentum and training did the rest. 



He thrust upward forcefully, and Marcus flew through the air, flipping over and landing hard on the ground. He continued his roll, and came to his feet. He stepped closer to Marcus, just in time to see him draw a ragged breath, and vomit all over himself. 



It was over. 



He coughed and hacked on the ground, trying to catch his breath. His anger, and rage had disappeared. A low groan, followed quickly by dry heaves, curled his body into a fetal position. His shoulders shook, and John heard him crying softly. 



All that was left was a broken man. 



He stepped over to check on Becca, and found her openly crying as well. The entire left side of her face was red and swollen, and she'd have a nice shiner tomorrow. She wouldn't meet his eyes, and refused to answer his questions. As he knelt down beside her, sirens sounded in the distance. Flashing lights soon followed, and within seconds police were on the scene. 



Jessica met them at the curb, and helped explain what transpired. As a result, John didn't end up in steel bracelets, but Marcus wasn't so lucky. He was transferred to the back of a police car, while the paramedics examined Becca. 



The police questioned him several times, but the story was the same, and Jessica was the perfect witness, so they let him go. The last officer indicated that charges were unlikely to be filed, unless new information surfaced. John left him his contact information. 



Just when things were wrapping up, Veranda and Robert drove up with the kids. Marcus had already left in another cruiser, and John and Jessica explained everything to the concerned grandparents. 



Becca left in an ambulance, without speaking to anyone. She was going to be kept at the hospital overnight for observation. 



All of them trudged inside the house, as the last police cruiser departed the scene. Jessica and Veranda took over with the kids, reassuring them, and getting them into bed. They were mostly concerned about Becca, but once they understood they'd see her tomorrow, everything was okay. 



Robert put his arm around John, and guided him into his study. He sank into an easy chair with a heavy sigh, and felt the tension slowly bleed from his body. 



"Drink?" 



"Yes! Definitely." 



"How's bourbon strike you?" 



"Perfect!" 



A minute later, he pressed a crystal tumbler, filled with amber liquid and ice, into his hand. He sipped it slowly, letting the burn of the whiskey chase the last remnants of tension from his body. Robert sat on the edge of the couch nearby, and studied him closely. 



"You okay?" 



"Fine," he replied. "I didn't get hit, just rolled on the ground a little." 



Robert's head dropped, and he swirled his whiskey for a moment. "I don't understand what happened to Marcus. He was a good man, and by all accounts a damn good operator. DeShawn told me several times, how he saved his life a few times." 



"Death is hard to deal with. Harder for some than for others," he replied. "Marcus said he saw DeShawn fall." 



"He did. They were on the same parachute jump." 



"I have a hard time placing blame, Robert. If I'd seen my best friend, or my wife, or Bethany, hurt like that, I can't say I'd handle it any better." 



"Yeah." 



The two men sat in silence, not sure what else to say, and enjoyed the whiskey. When he finished his glass, he said good night. Jessica was waiting for him when he reached their bedroom. She didn't ask any questions, which he appreciated, she simply wrapped her arms around him tightly. 



"I was so worried about you." 



"I'm fine," he assured her. "It's over." 



"Becca?" 



"No idea. I mean she's fine physically, but mentally, who knows." 



Jessica stared at him for a long moment, before she nodded and her face fell to his chest. 



He pulled on her chin, until their eyes met. "Whatever her future holds, it's up to her to find it. Aside from Bethany, I'm not going to get involved in her life." 



"Promise?" 



"I promise. I love you, only you, and I'm never letting you go." 



"Take me to bed...please." 



*** 



Robert and John entered the hospital room first. Visiting hours had just started, so the hospital was still pretty quiet. Becca was up, finishing her breakfast, and she paused when she saw them, her fork hanging between her plate and her mouth. Just as he suspected, she had a big, beautiful black eye. Her eye was almost completely shut. 



"How are the kids?" 



It was a good first question. 



"They're fine," Robert assured her. "They want to come see you, but Veranda and Jessica are holding them, until we say its okay. 



"Thank you." 



"You're welcome," he replied, and John simply nodded. 



The nurse came in and took the tray of food. When she left, they silence filled the room. No one was sure what to say. 



"How long has it been this way, with Marcus I mean?" Robert finally asked. 



She sighed, and adjusted herself on the bed. "It seemed he was always drinking, always looking for a party. It got worse, after DeShawn died. I insisted he stop when he proposed to me, and he did for a while, but it never seemed to last. That's one of the reasons he left the military. It was only a matter of time, before he showed up for duty drunk. When the contractor called, and offered him so much money, he took their offer." 



Her voice caught, she sniffed loudly, and wiped her eyes. Robert stepped forward, and took her hand. "Its okay, Becca." 



"When he joined the private contracting company," she continued, after smiling at him. "He was gone for long periods of time, and when he came back we tried to reconnect. Of course for Marcus, that meant drinking, and partying." She shrugged. "Things spun out of control, and then he started hitting me, accusing me of cheating on him." 



Anger filled Robert's face, and John felt the same emotion coursing through him. Like most battered spouses however, she tried to limit the damage. 



"Marcus is hurting inside. That's why he acts so badly. He's just hurting." 



"Right." John said shortly. 



Her eyes fixed on him, and narrowed in anger. "You don't know anything about him, John! Or what he's gone through. I appreciate what you did last night, but don't think you can judge him...or me." 



"Maybe not, but I'm looking at the results of his behavior, Becca. Put whatever candy coating around it you want, he's still abusive towards you. How long will it be before he's abusive to your boys? To DeShawn's boys?" 



Her hands covered her face, and the soft sound of crying filled the room. Robert flashed him a 'what the hell' look, and John held up his hands. Bitterness, and hopelessness dripped from Becca as she cried. Her father-in-law put his arms around her shoulders, and soothed her. 



"It's going to be okay, Becca. You have options, and there is a path through this, if you're strong enough." 



Slowly, she regained control of herself. A deep, calming breath echoed from her, and she squared her shoulders. "I'll do anything to keep my boys safe," she said, and then motioned at John. "And Bethany." 



"Good." 



"The kids would like to see you," John said, trying to make amends. "I'll get them if you want." 



"Sure. I want to see them as well." 



He nodded, and stepped outside the room. The boys and Bethany were slightly worried, given the hospital around them, but he told she was fine. He explained that Becca bumped her head last night, and that's why she's got a black eye today. 



They bought it. No reason for them not too, and they were too young for the truth. 



*** 



John and Jessica found a bench outside the hospital. It was a nice morning, so they sat quietly, and enjoyed it. There was no place for either of them in that room, and his presence would only further enhance his ex-wife's embarrassment. 



"She made a bad choice," Jessica said. She squeezed his hand lightly. "She should have stayed with you." 



"Maybe," replied, and then shook his head. "No. She fell in love with DeShawn. They deserved a chance at happiness. It's just unfortunate that he was taken from her so quickly. I think they would have been happy together." 



"Marcus?" 



"Honey, I can't blame her for that decision. When the storm clouds of grief gather, I guess sometimes you snatch at any safe port in the storm." 



"You're too kind." 



"Nahh," he said with a wry smile. "I just have a hard time holding a grudge." 



She kissed him lightly on his cheek, and stared at him for a moment. 



"What?" 



A naughty smile, the one he loved so much, crossed her face from ear to ear, and she leaned over to whisper in his ear. 



"You want to watch me with a black man, baby?" 



His mouth dropped open, and the blood drained from his face until he was even whiter than usual. It took several swallows to gather enough liquid in his mouth, so he could respond. 



"No!" He shook his head emphatically. "Hell, no. A thousand times, no." 



"Good." Her expression turned serious, and she pinched him. "Because it will never fucking happen. The only man I'll ever be intimate with is you, so let that sink in good and deep." 



"Yes ma'am." 



"There is hope for you yet," she kissed him again. Instead of pulling away however, she left her lips next to his ear. "I'll never be with another man...ever. Another woman however, well...we can talk about that if you want." 



Their eyes met, and he saw that she was serious. She'd mentioned it in a playful manner, but he knew her well enough to know she was being serious underneath. 



"I love you," he breathed. 



She rolled her eyes. "Men!" 



As John and Jessica drove away, an ensemble cast waved them good bye. Veranda waved to them, standing alongside Becca and her boys. Bethany smiled and waved as well, standing next to her grandfather. They'd come back to pick her up in a few months. 



Robert and Veranda insisted on Becca moving in with them, and she agreed. Robert offered her a job with his company, with benefits and everything, so there was no reason to go back to her home. Veranda convinced her to seek the advice of an attorney, which they would pay for, and for her to seriously consider divorce proceedings against Marcus. 



Speaking of Marcus. 



He sat in jail for several days, before he was finally released. No one pressed charges, but Robert had a heart to heart with him. He agreed not to contest a divorce, if that's what Becca chose. 



Alcoholics Anonymous was also in his future. 



It wasn't a <em>storybook</em> ending, because those don't exist in the real world. It was close enough however, for everyone to consider it a <em>happy</em> ending. 



In the end, that's all any of us can hope for. 



***** 



<em>Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed this last chapter in John and Becca's life. Their story does end here.</em> 



<em>If you liked the story, check out my author page on Literotica. That's where you'll find updates on upcoming stories.</em> 



<em>Thanks again and take care.</em> 



<em>JC</em>

