A story by Just Plain Bob

I got my reputation as a nerd early in life - before I was even out of grade school.  Both of my parents were college professors and they saw to it that studious habits were deeply instilled in me.  Another thing that they insisted on was a well-rounded education and so while the other kids in the neighborhood were out playing sandlot baseball or shooting hoops on some school playground I was being exposed to culture.

  With my parents dragging me along we spent entire weekends in museums.  We haunted art galleries and I had to listen to endless discussions on the differences in techniques used by Manet and Monet, the brush strokes of Villbert versus the daub and smear of Rachmann.  We had season tickets to the opera and the symphony.  Some of it took and some of it didn’t, but the result was that by the end of high school my reputation as a nerd was well established.

Also well established was my reputation as Mr. Nice Guy.  My parents had hammered at good manners and proper behavior and so my social comportment was perfect.  What wasn’t apparent were a few other things that they taught me, but more on that later.  I dated a lot in high school, but I was still a virgin when I graduated - it was part of the ‘nice guy’ thing.  Whether it was kissing or copping a feel if the girl said no that was the end of it - I stopped.  I know that in a lot of cases it was just part of the dance and that I could have gone farther, but to me no always meant just that - no!

Nothing much changed at college.  I studied hard, made the Dean’s List every term, dated and in general enjoyed the college experience to the hilt.  Then about four months before graduation I met Teri.  She was a four foot nine walking wet dream and I fell hopelessly in love with her.  She had a reputation of being just a little on the wild side and so I was very surprised that she said yes when I asked her for a date.  I guess we hit it off because we were opposites and they say that opposites attract.  Whatever the reason, by the third date Teri owned me.  On the third date I tried to kiss Teri for the first time and she pushed me away, “It’s a little soon for this” she said, “It’s only been a week since I broke up with my boyfriend and I don’t know if I’m ready yet.”   True to form I took no as meaning no and I made no further attempt to kiss her.  At the end of the date I took her home, walked her to her door, said good night and then I left.

The next two days were spent cramming for midterms so it was three days before I got a chance to call Teri again.  She sounded surprised to hear from me, “I didn’t think you were interested in me anymore.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Well, you didn’t even try to kiss me good night when you brought me home and then I didn’t hear from you for three days.”

“But you said no when I tried to kiss you.”

“Oh good grief.  Don’t you know that a girl wants the guy to work for it?  If I just kissed everyone who tried to kiss me I’d have a hell of a reputation.”

It didn’t take Teri long to figure out that she could wrap me around her little finger.  We became a steady couple, steady in that she spent two thirds of her free time with me, but she still went out with other guys.  We were kissing, but any attempts I made at getting more intimate were rebuffed which is why I didn’t believe any of the rumors that I heard about her.  I heard some people say that she was a sure thing if you could get her to go out with you, but if that were the case I would have scored by then.  I would ask her to go somewhere with me and she would tell me that she was sorry, but she had a date that night and then I would look at her with a ‘kicked puppy dog look’ and she would say, “Come on baby, don’t be that way.  A girl has to see what’s out there while she is still young.”  I saw her point and she was spending most of her time with me so I didn’t fight it.

Two months before graduation I took Teri out to a movie and on the way home she asked me to take her to a place she’d heard about and it turned out to be kind of a lover’s lane.  We started necking and after a bit Teri took my hands and put them on her breasts and things just went from there.  We made love on the front seat and I’m ashamed to admit how quick it was, but then Teri gave me my very first blow job and got me hard again and I lasted a little longer the second time.  Then Teri told me that since she had given me oral that it was only fair that I do her and while I did she played with me until I was hard again and then we moved to the back seat.  We spent the entire weekend in bed and after that most of our free time was spent on any flat surface that we could find.  The week of graduation Teri told me that she was pregnant.  When I told her that we had to get married she told me that she didn’t feel right in trapping me into a marriage that way and that I didn’t have to marry her unless I really wanted to.

We were married in a civil ceremony the week after graduation.  The baby, a boy, came seven months and three weeks later.  When I asked the doctor if there were any problems because of his being born premature he gave me a funny look, “Premature?  I’d say he’s about two weeks late.”

 Teri had played me for a sucker and I knew that I was not the father of the child.  But I was crazy about Teri and after all she had chosen me to be her husband so I decided not to say anything and let her keep on thinking that I thought little Andy was mine.

In retrospect that was a mistake.  It gave Teri the sense that she could put things over on me and over the next five years I’m sure that she did even though I never knew about it.  I finally found out by accident that she was indeed putting things over on me.  My job requires that I spend about three days twice a month calling on our outlets and I was scheduled to leave on one of those trips the next day.  I had taken the elevator down to the parking garage and was unlocking the door to my car when I noticed what looked like damage on the left front fender.  It looked like it had been run into.  I was squatting down and looking at the damage when the elevator doors opened and I heard “…see Teri while Brian is gone?” The voices belonged to Mark and Stan, two guys that I worked with.  They stopped at Mark’s car and kept talking.

“I don’t know.  She’s a great fuck, but she is just a little bit too wild.  Sooner or later Brian is going to catch on and I don’t necessarily want to go down when she does.”

(Short laugh)   “But going down is one of the things that she does best.”

(More laughter)  “Why did you stop fucking her?”

“She cut me off.  I went over there one afternoon and she had two scruffy looking biker types and she was doing both of them.  She told me to hurry up and get undressed, but I was reluctant to have anything to do with those guys.  They looked unclean, not dirty, but unclean if you know what I mean.”

“Yeah.”

“So anyway, she told me to get out and not to bother coming back.”

“Do you think Brian knows?”

“I wouldn’t doubt it.”

“Why doesn’t he stop it?”

“Who knows?  He’s a nice guy.  But in my experience nerdy nice guys are wimps.  He is probably too afraid to say anything.”

“Yeah, she might cut him off.” 

More laughing and then car doors slamming and I heard them drive off.  I slowly stood up and stood there staring at the ramp they had driven up and wondered how in the hell I was ever going to be able to work with them after hearing what they said.

Dinner was quiet and when Teri asked me if anything was wrong I told her that I was just thinking about some problems at work.

 “Well put them aside sweetie.  You will be gone for three days so you have to come upstairs and see that I get enough to hold me until you come back.” 

That’s something that I couldn’t understand.  According to Stan and Mark she was not only fucking them, but others too and yet our sex life couldn’t have been better - damn near every night and usually more than once.  Could they possibly have been talking about another Brian and Teri?  As soon as I had the thought I knew that I was trying to go into denial; I was the only Brian that worked at the company and there were no Teri’s working there either.

In the morning Teri woke me with a blow job and when I tried to pull out of her mouth so we could make love she wouldn’t let me.  She took her mouth off me just long enough to say, “I don’t want you to forget about me while you are gone.”  When I came she kept sucking and licking until I was soft and the she said, “While you’re away keep it in your pants.  You know you won’t find anybody else who is as good as I am.”  I was tempted to say the same to her but I didn’t.

 I left the house at my regular time, but I didn’t catch the Interstate for Kansas City.  I stopped at a Denny’s and sipped coffee while I called all the outlets I was supposed to visit and told them I would be a day late in getting to them.  Then I went to a Target and bought a large thermos bottle and went back to Denny’s and had it filled with coffee.  I got a copy of both of the daily papers and a USA Today and drove back to the neighborhood, found a place to park where I could watch the house and settled in to wait and watch.

It was a long wait and I nodded off a couple of times before a van pulled up in front of the house.  It said Regal Painting on the sides and two men got out and went into my house.  They didn’t knock or ring the bell, they just opened the door and went in.  I waited fifteen minutes and then I drove into my driveway and went into the house.  I could hear them as soon as I went in the front door.  Teri is very vocal during the sex act and her cries of pleasure rang through the house.  I walked upstairs and stopped at the bedroom door and looked in at Teri riding the cock of one man while she was sucking on the other one.  Both men were facing me and saw me at the same time.  Teri’s back was too me and she hadn’t seen me yet.  He first clue that something was wrong was when the man in her mouth pulled out of her and the guy she was riding stopped pushing up at her.  She turned to see what they were looking at and then she surprised the living hell out of me - she smiled at me!  She smiled and said, “Baby, you’re back.  You are just in time.  Theses guys are going to need some help.”

 I was stunned into silence for several moments and then I cleared my head and said, “It’s time for you guys to leave.”

  The guy who had been getting his cock sucked said, “You got that wrong buddy.  We don’t leave until the lady tells us to.”

 Then Teri spoke up, “I don’t want them to leave Brian.  We were just starting to have fun.”

 The guy she was sitting on pushed her off him and stood up, “There you have it pal.  We stay, you go.”

 I pointed at the bedroom door and said, “Out!  Both of you and right now!” 

The two of them looked at each other and then one of them said “I guess we will just have to throw him out” and they both began to walk toward me.

One of the things that my father had insisted that I learn is that violence is only for the stupid.  He used to say, “I don’t care what the circumstance, what the occasion, violence is not the answer.  Walk away from it.”  And then he went on to say, “But that doesn’t mean that you meekly submit.  The only time violence is appropriate is when you are physically attacked.  I don’t mean pushed around or shoved, but when the other party is going to physically lay hands on you, hit you, pull a knife on you or something of an equally violent nature.  At that time meeting violence with violence not only should be done, but must be done.”

 Before dad got his PHD, courtesy of the GI Bill, he spent three tours in Vietnam with Special Forces.  He taught me to box and he taught me the basics of hand to hand combat.  None of the high kicking, leg sweeping karate shit, but Judo and some other defensive stuff.  He didn’t teach me any of the offensive moves, just what I needed to defend myself.  “Don’t forget,” he would say, “Defense properly directed is offense enough.” 

As the two men approached me I took off my glasses and put them in my shirt pocket and one of the guys said, “Ooh, I think he wants to fight us.”  Teri was screaming at us to stop, but when the first man mad a move to grab me I stepped inside of his reach, took his forearm and bent it at the elbow and levered him past me headfirst into the wall (defense properly directed) and he slid to the floor like a bag of wet sand.  The other guy moved in on me while I was taking care of his buddy and swung at me.  I caught his arm, moved past him and twisted and he flipped over and fell on his back.  I stepped on his throat and put my weight on that foot and watched his eyes bulge as his air was cut off.  “I asked you to leave.  Are you going now or not?”  He was waving his hands and I took that as a yes and I took my foot off his throat and stepped back.  “Take your friend and leave and don’t you ever come back.”  I gathered up their clothes and tossed them at him and he got shakily to his feet and went to help his buddy stand up. 

I watched them leave and then I walked out of the bedroom and headed down the stairs.  Teri came running after me, “Brian, where are you going?”

“I have a business trip I’m supposed to be on, remember?  That little thing I do twice a month so you can do this shit while I’m gone?”

“But we need to talk.”

“No Teri, you might need to talk, but I have no interest in listening.”

“Please Brian, let me explain.”

“If you are still here when I get home on Friday maybe I’ll listen to you, but then again, maybe I won’t” and I walked out the door.

I tried to put it out of my mind during my trip, but of course that just wasn’t possible.  I remembered all the rumors I’d heard about Teri in college that I didn’t (or wouldn’t) believe.  Then there was little Andy who I already knew wasn’t mine, although I was determined that he would never know it.  Then I wondered how many and for how long.  Did I really care enough to care?  Aye, there was the rub.  I did care.  I was still as crazy about Teri as I had been on the day that I had met her.  It sounds hokey, but she made my days and my nights and I could not conceive of a life without her.  But equally I couldn’t conceive of a life with her as she bounced merrily along on whatever cock she could get her hands on. And what about that “I don’t want them to leave” and that “I’m glad you’re back, these guys are going to need some help” shit?  Did she honestly think that I didn’t care and that I would have said okay?  Then there was little Andy.  If I tossed Teri out she would take him with her.  He wasn’t mine, but he was if you know what I mean.  I’d been raising him and the little shit had a hold on me that I didn’t want broken.  And then there was work - how could I go back to that office and work with Stan and Mark?  All of that stuff and more rattled around inside my head during the trip and when I got home on Friday I had no more clue as what to do than I’d had when I left for the trip.

When I got home the house was dark and I looked around, but no one was home.  I went up to check the closets to see if Teri had taken her stuff and moved out.  The bedroom looked like a war zone.  Torn nylons on the floor, a couple of pair of heels lying around, bed sheets tangled and stains all over them.  On the bedside table a box of Trojans, twelve count, lay empty on its side and I counted seven of them tied off and thrown in the wastebasket.  Teri obviously hadn’t spent much time being worried while I was gone.

I was in the kitchen getting myself a beer when I heard the front  door open and a minute later Teri walked into the kitchen.  She was wearing a short skirt, a low cut blouse and high heels.  I looked her up and down, “Going out?” 

“Yes.  I have a date tonight.  I just took Andy over to the sitters.”

“So much for needing to talk.”

“Hey, the way you walked out pretty much told me that we were toast.”

“I could tell from the bedroom that it didn’t bother you all that much.”

“It’s what I have done for years, I just don’t have to hide it now.”

“For years?”

“Yes, for years.  Ever since you got the job that took you out of town.”

“Why?”

“Because I like it.  No, that’s not right.  I do it because I love it.  I always have and my getting married to you was a mistake.”

She saw the look that passed over my face, “Oh don’t look at me like that.  I didn’t say I didn’t love you, because I do.  From the moment I met you I knew you were the man meant for me.  I’ve never loved anyone or anything the way I love you, but love and sex are not the same thing Brian, at least not for me.  Getting married was a mistake for me because I’m not the kind of girl who can be satisfied by only one cock.  I knew that about myself long before I met you and I should have been smart enough to know that I wouldn’t change.  But I loved you and I wanted to be your wife so I convinced myself that I could make the marriage work.  I was wrong.”

“I’m supposed to believe you married me because I was your one and only true love instead of believing you just needed a sucker because you were pregnant with Andy?”

“Yes, I expect you to believe it because it’s true.  I don’t have a clue as to who Andy’s father was.  It could have been anyone of a dozen different guys and when I got pregnant I looked at all the ones I’d been with, any one of whom would have been tickled to death to marry me, and all I saw were a bunch of irresponsible, beer chugging party animals.  I wanted my child to have a good father and that was you.  I know I tried to trick you into thinking Andy was yours, but I knew when he came that you were not stupid enough to believe that a healthy baby like Andy was a preemie.  But you never said a word and I thought that meant that you wanted me regardless of what I’d done.  Don’t doubt that I love you Brian.  Why else would I have stayed with you?  Why else would I have kept on dating you while I was fucking every other guy who would take out his cock for me if I didn’t care for you?  You could have been Andy’s father if you weren’t such a damned nice guy.  Maybe it was my fault for not making you fuck me sooner, but you were so nice and sweet that I didn’t want you to think I was an easy piece of ass and so I kept waiting for you to make a move.”

A horn honked out front.  “I’ve got to go,” she said as she picked her purse up off the table, “Don’t wait up.”

 As she walked toward the front door I asked, “Are you going to fuck him?”

“Of course.  Why else would a married woman go out on a date with another man?’

 “But what about us?”

“If there is to be an us Brian, it will have to be with the understanding that I’m a slut, I love cock, and you will have to share me.  You will get all the love, the hugs and kisses, the snuggling and cuddling and you will still own the best piece of ass in town.  Again baby, don’t ever doubt that I love you and only you, but other guys will still be getting into my pussy.    Think about it and if you are still here when I get home we can talk some more about it” and then she left me standing there staring as the living room door closed behind her. 

I had tears running down my face as I went upstairs to pack.