I put the house on the market for 310 thousand and it sat for two months before I got what I considered a serious offer. I had several offers of 280 and 285, but I didn’t pay any attention to them. I got one for 295, but the bidder wanted a new roof on the house as part of the deal so I passed. I finally got an offer for 300 and I took it. Closing was to be in thirty days so I started looking for another place to live. I started looking at apartments and Vangie asked me why.
“I don’t want another house. A single guy living in a house doesn’t make any sense to me.”
“You need to stop thinking about what makes sense and start thinking about dollars and cents. If you don’t take what you get out of your house and roll it over into another piece of property you will end up paying capital gains tax on the money. You don’t want another house; look for a condo. You should know by now it is better to pay for something you will end up owning than pay rent and end up with nothing but rent receipts.”
“I need to be out by closing and until we close I won’t have the money for a condo, but I do have enough to get into an apartment.”
“Sometimes I have to wonder about you.”
“What does that mean?”
“Where are you right now?”
“In your apartment.”
“Well duh!!”
“Oh. You mean I should move in here?”
“He gets it! My baby finally gets it. Now that we have that settled maybe you can follow mommy into the bedroom and show me some thanks.”
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A week before closing I called Allison on her cell and told her she had three days to pick out what she wanted out of the house and get it out.
“What are you going to keep?”
“Whatever is left when you finish. Three days Allison. Anything still there after three days I’ll be moving out and into storage.”
For those three days I stayed at the apartment so I wouldn’t run into Allison. Two days before closing I moved all my clothes and personal items to the apartment and moved everything else into storage.
Allison met me at the title company on the day of closing and then she followed me to the bank where she endorsed the $74,881.64 check and I deposited it into my Guard account. We didn’t talk even though it was clear that she wanted to and I left the bank and went back to work.
That weekend I took nine thousand and went to Vegas for the weekend and when I came home I put $7800 in cash into a safe deposit box in a different bank. Over the next two months I took trips to Vegas and Central City in Colorado and at the end of those two months I had $69,400 in the safe deposit box and a pile of receipts for hotel rooms, meals and airfare from places where they had legal gambling. If anyone wanted to know where the money from the sale of the house went I’d just have to admit to being the worst gambler ever. Just couldn’t catch a break at the tables.
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The months rolled by and in early October I got a surprising phone call. It was from Amos’s wife and she asked me if I could meet her for lunch. Again, curiosity won out. We met at the Red Robin on Fairfield. She told me I would recognize her because she would be wearing a Raider’s sweatshirt and a Giant’s ball cap.
I spotted her as soon as I walked into the restaurant. She was a damned good looking woman and as I walked toward the table I wondered just what she could want to talk with me about. I introduced myself and she told me her name was Becky and she motioned for me to take a seat. She waited until we had ordered and then said:
“I’ll bet you are wondering why I wanted this meeting.”
“It is a bet you would win.”
“I just wanted to meet Allison’s husband. I wanted to find out just how you feel about giving up your baby.”
I wanted – really, really wanted – to tell her that it wasn’t my baby, but held my tongue.
“I guess my feelings are ones of relief.”
“Relief? Why would you feel relieved that your wife is giving up your child?”
“I am a firm believer in a woman’s right to do what she wishes as far as her body is concerned, but I am still somewhat of a ‘right to life’ person. I would rather see the child given up for adoption than for the alternative to happen.”
“That doesn’t answer my question. I guess I need to put it more plainly. Why don’t you want the child?”
“Because I would be a lousy father. I don’t want kids in my life and I made that perfectly clear to Allison before we got married. I was going to get a vasectomy, but Allison begged me not to. She felt that a few years down the road I might change my mind about having kids. She said she would take care of the birth control so I wouldn’t have to get snipped. Her birth control methods failed. I did not react well when she told me that she was pregnant.”
“Fascinating! You managed to say all that and still keep a straight face.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means that I know that Amos is the father of the child and I know that you know it. The real purpose behind my wanting to see you was to try and find out just how bad you intend to screw up my life when you go after Amos to get your revenge against him.”
“And how pray tell can you know a thing like that?”
“Because I have had a private investigator on Amos off and on for almost a year now. He just happened to be on Amos the day you saw your wife with him at the hotel and he saw you go to the front counter to check on them. He gave the counter person a twenty to tell him what you asked about and since we know Amos isn’t your uncle it wasn’t hard to figure out.”
“That just means that I caught them cheating and just because Allison was cheating on me doesn’t mean that the baby isn’t mine.”
“Some investigators are willing to bend or even break the rules to get the client what she wants. My guy bribed some one at Cutter to slip a bug in your wife’s purse. I have her on tape telling Amos about their little mistake and I have her on tape confessing to you. That means I also have you on tape telling her about the lawsuits you are going to file. It also goes without saying that I have your meeting at Denny’s on tape. What I don’t have is your response to the offer they made you. I need to know what you are going to do.”
“I decided to accept it. There will be no lawsuits. Now I have a question; a couple of them actually. The first is if you know all this why haven’t you kicked him out? The fact you have an investigator on him indicates to me that you are building a case against him and that being so brings up the second question. What is all this about adoption if you are dumping Amos?”
“I have no intension of getting rid of Amos. He is a good husband, if a trifle weak, and he is an excellent father and I love the man. The adoption is because we really want another child and I can’t have one. I have a detective on him because I got suspicious. His behavior changed and he seemed unsettled. My intuition told me that there was a woman involved and I decided to find out if I was right and if I was would she be a threat to me and my family. What I found out is that your wife is no threat. It was just a fling that would have died in another month or so. Amos and Allison had already started talking about ending things before you and I could somehow find out.”
“I don’t understand the adoption part. Why would you want Allison’s baby?”
“Why not? It will have Amos’s DNA and that is something no other adopted child would have.”
“But won’t it be a constant reminder of what Amos did?”
“It will, but I can handle it. Amos will never know that I know the truth so it won’t be on his mind.”
“Not that I need to know, but I am curious about the adoption. Is it legal for Allison to have a baby and just give it to you?”
“No, she can’t just hand it to me and walk away. There are some legalities involved and there are attorney’s that specialize in cases like this. That’s why they wanted you to give your name to the baby; so you could sign off on the paperwork and speed up the process.”
“Well all I can say to you is good luck.”
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Months passed and for the most part it was work and spend three evenings a week with Vangie. I still had two classes remaining to get my degree and I was taking them during the summer term on Tuesdays and Fridays. There was an occasional Saturday or Sunday with Vangie and there was one full weekend which we spent at her house doing everything we had done the previous two times I had been able to spend time here.
We had another conversation about Sarah on that weekend. “Sarah’s divorce will be final in December.”
“I’ll be just starting mine. Allison’s baby is due around the first of December and as soon as I sign off on the adoption I’ll be filing.”
“Sarah intends to make a play for you. She doesn’t know about your upcoming divorce; she just plans on being a home wrecker. Seduce you and make sure your wife finds out and kicks you out then she will move in.”
“Still taping her?”
“I never took the system out. The cameras are motion activated and they come on any time someone walks into the room where there is one. I checked the recorders once a week just to see if Sarah stops by when Russ is home and I’m not. Now that she has moved back in while going through her divorce I’m back to checking them daily. She told her dad she is going to get you back.”
“And how do you feel about that?”
“You already know lover. She will have her extracurricular activities and we will have ours.”
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With Allison gone and me only seeing Vangie three times a week I had a lot of time to myself on the weekends and I spent a lot of it thinking about life in general and how it pertained to me. I considered myself an average guy. I didn’t have movie star good looks and looking at things honestly I didn’t see that I had all that much to offer and yet look at what had gone on and was going on in my life.
Actively pursued by four beautiful and sexy women at one time or another and they had all gotten me. I’d married two of them and had almost married a third and all three of them cheated on me after they got me. The fourth didn’t cheat on me (unless you want to consider what she did with her husband as cheating on me), but we cheated when we were together. The question could be asked “What was wrong with them?” but it was a question that I couldn’t ask because I was no better and I knew it. Never mind what was in them – what was it in me? I cared for the three – the two I married and the one I almost married – but did I love them? I honestly don’t know.
I’m not even sure that I know what love is unless it is the way I feel about Vangie. I can’t wait to see her again and I hate it when she leaves after spending time with me. I willingly cheated on Sarah and Allison with Vangie and I knew I would always cheat with Vangie no matter who I was with. A married woman older than my mother and all she had to do was crook a finger for me to come and I went. I’ve said it before – the woman owned me and always would. God only knows why she spent her time with me. She says that she does it to keep the scales balanced between her and her husband and I guess I can understand that, but why with me? That’s the part I’ll never understand. The woman was a sex Goddess; she could have any man she wanted so again, why me? I’d probably never know, but I was going to hang on and ride it till the end.
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On December 3rd Allison had her baby. It was a boy and he came in at eight pounds seven ounces. For appearances sake I was at the hospital when she delivered and I wasn’t at all surprised to see Amos and his wife there also. Not knowing we had already met Amos introduced me to Becky. She smiled and said how excited she was and that she couldn’t wait to hold the baby. Then she got a worried look on her face and asked:
“You haven’t changed your mind have you? I mean now that you have seen your son?”
I assured her that I hadn’t and since Amos was looking the other way I winked at her and she gave me a half smile and winked back at me. I mouthed “Everything all right?” and she nodded a yes and then I excused myself to go and take care of the paperwork. Once I had signed everything and had made sure all the information on the birth certificate was correct I split. Five days later I met with Allison, Amos, and Becky at an attorney’s office and signed a ton of paperwork and it was done.
At least a dozen times during her pregnancy Allison had called me and tried to get me to sit down with her and discuss trying to work things out so we could stay together and I always said no. She followed me out into the hallway as I left the attorney’s office and made another attempt to talk with me. I didn’t want to and I knew it would be a waste of time, but as long as her parents lived next to mine Allison was going to touch on my life in some way or manner and there would always be the constant pushing and prying of the parents. I decided to give her the sit-down she wanted and let her know for certain sure that there was no way in hell that we would ever be getting back together.
There was a Starbucks on the ground floor of the building where the attorney had his offices and we got coffees, found a table and took a seat. I sat there, looked at her and waited. She took a sip of her coffee and then looked at my face and what she saw told her everything she needed to know. The look told her that her quest was hopeless. She started crying, set down her coffee and got up and ran out of the place.
I watched her go and when she was gone I took out my cell phone, checked the contact list for the number I wanted and made the call. I told the attorney to serve the divorce papers that he had been sitting on for almost a year.
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That evening I told Vangie that I had finally filed and that if Allison didn’t fight it I would be single in six months. Allison had promised as part of the deal that kept us married until the baby was born that she wouldn’t contest the divorce, but I had a certain amount of distrust where she was concerned. She might have meant it when she said it, but there had been nine months go by; nine months where both moms would have been working on her.
When I gave Vangie the news she said, “That means that you and Sarah might just be able to squeeze in a June wedding.”
“Are you back on that again?”
“I already told you that she was going to take a shot at you. As soon as she hears that you are getting a divorce she will definitely come after you.”
“And just how is she going to find that out? You can’t tell her because that would let her know that we are still in touch.”
“You say that Russ sometimes joins you in the break room. Next time he does and asks you how things are going tell him not so good and then tell him about your breakup and divorce. He will tell Sarah. Then Russ and I will tell her she needs to get out of the house and socialize some and try to get her to come to the company Christmas party with us. Knowing that you will be there I’m betting that she will jump at the chance. Just don’t bring a date.”
“You really think she will do that?”
“I just said that I’d bet on it.”
“You do realize that my hooking up with Sarah will crimp our style.”
“Why would it?”
“She is going to want to spend time with me. How do I tell her that I can’t see her on Monday, Wednesday and Thursday?”
“You won’t have to. Don’t forget those are the nights she spends with Russ, John or Larry or (giggle) all three. She will be the one telling you that she has things to do on those nights.”
“Got it all figured out have you?”
“I try.”
“Okay, but to make it work you will need to get me some information.”
“What do you need?”
I told her.
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It was like Vangie wrote a script and then gave each of us a copy to follow. Russ joined me for lunch on Friday and asked me how things were going. I told him things were great on the job, but my personal life sucked. He asked what was wrong and I told him about divorcing Allison. By the time lunch period was over he had heard the entire sad story. I called Vangie and told her about the lunch. That night she told Russ she had some things to do on Saturday and would be gone most of the day knowing full well that Russ and Sarah would take full advantage of her being gone. She came over and spent most of the day with me.
Monday Vangie pushed a tape into my VCR and I listened to Russ tell Sarah about what I’d told him and then to them making plans to try and convince Vangie that Sarah was going nuts sitting around the house after work and it might be good for her to get out and socialize so how about taking her to the company Christmas party with them?
I say I “listened” because Vangie only played those parts of the tapes for me that were conversations. Although I did see Russ and Sarah fondling each other while they talked I never did see them in action and that was fine with me.
The company party was on Friday and Thursday Vangie told me about the show of reluctance Sarah put on while Vangie and Russ tried to convince her to go to the party with them.
“The little bitch finally caved in and agreed to come with us. It was all I could do to keep from laughing. Later she got me off to the side and told me that she thought it would be too awkward with me being there and her knowing about me and you. I told her not to be silly and reminded her that I had already given you my stamp of approval. When she kept going back to it being awkward I told her that you had danced with me since her break up with you and that there had been no hard feelings between us, except this one” she said as she held my hard cock in her hand. Play your cards right lover and you will get laid tomorrow night.”
“Oh? You coming home with me? Won’t Russ wonder what’s up?”
“Smart ass. Come on baby; fuck mommy again.”
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The Backman’s were there when I arrived and I waved at them as I made my way over to sit with the people from my shop. When the band started I danced with the wives and girlfriends of the guys at our table and then I walked over to where the Backman’s were sitting. I saw Sarah get ready to get up as I approached. She just knew I was going to ask her to dance and I loved the look on her face when I asked Russ if he would mind if I danced with his lovely wife. On the floor Vangie said:
“That was mean.”
“You are the one who told me that she was going to come after me. I intend to make her work for it. I ain’t gonna be no pushover. I’ll remind her that she kicked me to the curb. We will see just how serious she is about latching onto me.”
“I know it’s coming, but I’m not at all happy that you are going to do her on our bed.”
“I won’t. If it goes anywhere I’ll take her to a motel. I’ll flat out tell her that I don’t want her to know where I live and then I guess we will see how things go from there.”
The tune ended and I walked Vangie back to her table and as we neared it I could see the expression on Sarah’s face. It was saying, “Will he ask me next?” I held Vangie’s seat for her as she sat down and then I turned and went back to my table.
I danced some more with the wives and girlfriends and about an hour and a half after the music started I had to take a break and go to the bathroom. When I came out I found Sarah standing there in the hall waiting for me.
“You haven’t asked me to dance.”
“Why would I? I seem to remember that the last time I saw you I was more or less told to fuck off and die.”
“I was pissed; could you blame me?”
“Of course I can. You were being a two-faced hypocrite.”
She hadn’t expected that and her brow furrowed in confusion, but before she could say anything I went on:
“You never asked me why I had a fling with your mother. If you would have I would have said, “Why not? Why shouldn’t I have a hot time with a sexy woman while you were fucking a guy named Larry Melrose and pulling trains at the Phi Delta house? After all, what’s good for the goose is good for the gander, right?”
Her face paled and she said, “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
What I said next I made up on the spot, but she wouldn’t know it.
“Get off of it Sarah. Did you honestly think you could do gangbangs at a frat house where guys I knew were members? Harry Goddard told me about it and when I called him a liar he showed me the pictures of you that he took with his cell phone. One of them was a nice clear shot of you with a cock in your left hand while my engagement ring sparkled in the light. I figured that if that was how faithful you were to me I could take your mother up on the pass she made at me.”
She looked down at the floor and using the information Vangie had given me I went on.
“I found out about Larry by accident. A guy in one of my classes needed a ride home and I got him to his place on Lewis Court just in time to see you and Melrose pull up, kiss and get out get out of your car. I watched you walk hand in hand into his place. Gary, the guy I gave the ride to, told me that he had seen you there a lot and that sometimes there was another guy there also. I was curious since I’d already found out about your frat house trains so I stuck around and waited for you to come out. I waited three hours and when you came out you had that “well fucked look” that I remembered from the times you were with me. So yes Sarah, of course I blamed you for being pissed at me. Anything else?”
She looked up from the floor at me and asked, “Dance with me?”
I gave her a long look and then offered her my arm. As we danced she said, “I admit it. There was a period where I was a bit of a slut, but even though I wasn’t true to you I did love you. I guess I was sowing my wild oats before I got married and had to settle down. I would have you know. Settled down I mean. I probably wouldn’t have gotten pissed at you if it had been anyone but my mother. Anyone else and I would have chalked it up to you doing some wild oat sowing of your own.
“But my mother? I just lost it and I stayed pissed for a while and then I woke up to the fact that I’d let the man I really wanted get away. By the time I woke up to that you were already with someone else. I kept waiting for you to break up with her so I could try to get you back, but you never did. I’ve never gotten you out of my system Frank. I hear through the grapevine that you are getting divorced. Any truth to that?”
“I’m afraid so.”
“Maybe we could try again?”
“You, me, Larry and the frat boys?”
“Larry’s been history for years” she lied, “and I haven’t been to a fraternity house since I broke up with you.”
Another lie, but I hadn’t expected any less. The frat house parties were a thing of the past, but they did go on for quite a while after she broke up with me and according to Vangie Sarah had been with Larry and John the previous Wednesday. I knew if I hooked back up with Sarah that she would come with Russ, John and Larry, but I could live with that because I would be bringing along Vangie.
On the plus side Sara was almost as good as her mother and I had cared for her enough at one time that I had put a ring on her finger. She would be coming into any relationship we entered into as a cheating slut and with the intention of staying one, but at least I’d know it going in and not have it come as a surprise like it had with Gloria and Allison. And I always would have to keep in mind that I was no better.
The music had stopped when she’d said, “Maybe we could try again” and she had turned to go back to her table, but I held her arm until the next number started and as we moved into the next song I said:
“Are you really serious about trying again?”
“I am and if you get me out of here right now I’ll prove it.”
“I can’t leave my group until the party is over, but if you still mean it by then I’ll give you the chance.”
“I mean it and as of right now I am your date for the evening so I’ll join you at your table.” She paused “Unless you don’t want me there.”
“Why wouldn’t I want one of the two best looking women here tonight at my table?”
“Best two?”
“Can’t forget your mom Sarah; I don’t think either of us wants to forget your mom.”
She gave me a look, but she understood what I’d just said. As far as she knew it was her cheating that put her mother into my bed once before and if she wasn’t careful???
We walked back to her table and she got her purse and she told her parents that I would see to it that she got home. Russ and Vangie smiled, but each for far different reasons I’m sure.
Sarah joined me at my table and I introduced her to those who didn’t already know her. She danced with one or two of the guys, but mostly with me and when the party broke up we left together. Once in my truck Sarah said:
“You aren’t going to take me home I hope.”
“Are you sure you know what you are doing?”
She slid over next to me and her hands went to my belt and zipper as she said:
“I’ll show you that I know what I’m doing.”
There was no way she was going to get me off quickly; not after the night I’d had with her mother only twenty-four hours before, but she gave it a good try. When I pulled in at the Super 8 motel she said:
“We aren’t going to your place?”
“Not this time. I’m still a little gun shy after the last time and I’m not ready for you to know where I live until I know where this is going.”
She gave me a dirty look, but when I came back with a room key she followed me into the room. She was so much like her mother that it was scary. She damned near destroyed me. When I walked her to her front door three hours later she asked:
“Will I see you tomorrow?”
“Around four?”
“It’s a date.”
Saturday was dinner, dancing and a bed at the motel. Sunday was an afternoon movie, dinner and a motel. Sunday night when I took Sarah home I tested Vangie’s theory and found that she was right again.
“What time should I pick you up tomorrow?”
“Oh I’m sorry baby, but I’m going to have to work late tomorrow.”
“I’ve got something going Tuesday so how about Wednesday?”
“My bridge night with the girls from my sorority at school.”
“Maybe I can get out of what I was going to do Tuesday and if I can should I give you a call?”
“Please. I’ll cross my fingers.”
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Monday night I told Vangie that I was going to have to get an apartment after all.
“I can’t let Sarah know about this place and renting motel rooms for six months will cost me a ton.”
“You have the money out of your house so find a condo.”
“I don’t dare. I don’t trust Allison. I get a condo before the divorce is final and she could try to claim it as community property.”
“You would be buying it after separating from her.”
But with money from the sale of our house which she could also claim as a joint asset. Besides, I’m not supposed to have that money. I’ve set it up so it looks like I gambled it all away.”
“Okay then. I’ll buy the condo and you can buy it from me after the divorce is final. That way it will look like you are just renting the place.”
I looked at her stunned.
“Don’t look at me like that. I told you I have oodles and oodles of money and I can use it however I want. Besides, I’ll only be putting up the down payment and you will be paying me back when you buy it from me after your divorce is final. Now come on. You have time to do mommy once more before she has to go home.”
Tuesday I called Sarah and told her that I couldn’t get out of what I’d told her I had to do. Let her sit on pins and needles wondering if I would call her Thursday or Friday.
Wednesday Vangie told me not to make any plans for during the day on Saturday because “We are going condo shopping.”
I didn’t call Sarah and ask her out for Thursday because I knew it would be awkward for her to have to say no to me for the third time in a week, but I did set something up with her for Friday.
Saturday Vangie showed up at seven in the morning and caught me in my bathroom. “Oh goodie” she said, “I was afraid we would have to waste time undressing you.” She took my hand and led me toward the bedroom as she was saying:
“Mommy wants her butt fucked lover. Do a good job and I’ll have a surprise for you.”
The “Oh yes, oh God yes, fuck my ass baby, fuck mommy’s ass” that rang through the room seemed to indicate, at least to me, that I was doing a good job. After a quick shower – not together or we would have never gotten out of the apartment – I fixed us some breakfast and after we ate we set out to look at condos.
Vangie had apparently done some ‘pre-shopping’ as she had a list of four places that she wanted us to look at. We took her Porsche, but our first stop wasn’t a condo, but a Chevy dealer.
“What are we here for?”
“I told you if you did a good job on my butt I’d have a surprise for you. Wait here” she said as she got out of the car. Five minutes later she came back and drove us over to the other side of the lot and stopped.
“Come on” she said as she got out of the car. She came around to my side and took me by the hand and walked me over to a new black Chevy Silverado extended cab four wheel drive pick up. She handed me a set of keys and said:
“Merry Christmas lover.”
“You have got to be shitting me!”
“Not at all. I can’t stand my lover driving around in a ratty old truck. Besides, I want my daughter to be able to ride around in comfort.”
“This is way too much Vangie.”
“No it isn’t lover. When I kick the bucket you and Sarah are going to inherit so why not enjoy some of the money now. Take the keys, drive over to the office and sign your name where the man tells you and then we can go looking for a condo.”
We looked at the four units on Vangie’s list and both of us liked the third one we’d looked at the best. Vangie spent a half hour with the agent and when all was said and done Vangie had agreed to buy the four bedroom condo. As we drove back to the Chevy dealer to pick up Vangie’s car she told me she would get the keys on Wednesday and I could move in any time after that.
At the time I wondered about the quick occupancy, but I later found out that Vangie didn’t put down a down payment. She wrote out a check for the full price that she had dickered the agent down to. It would be weeks before the paperwork would all be finished, but it was a done deal and as long as Vangie’s check cleared the bank she could have the keys.
At the Chevy dealers lot she gave me a hot kiss, told me that she wished she didn’t have to go home and then got in her car and drove off. I drove home, changed and then got into my shiny new Chevy to go and pick up Sarah for our date.
When I picked up Sarah she commented on the truck and I told her that since we were beginning anew I felt she deserved to ride in a new vehicle.
“Oh how sweet Frankie. I think I’ll keep you.”
It wasn’t all that hard of a night on me. Sarah had just started her ‘monthly’ and I had to settle for a couple of blow jobs in my brand new truck. They were great, but I couldn’t help but think that Vangie should have been the first one to have sex with me in the truck she had bought for me.
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Monday night after wearing me out Vangie asked me if I could take a vacation day or a sick day on Wednesday and I told her I had plenty of vacation time coming so it shouldn’t be a problem. Wednesday at nine Vangie showed up and found me naked and waiting for her. She laughed and said:
“Down boy. Later. Right now we have important things to do.”
Now that got my attention. It was the first time ever that Vangie had shown up and not wanted to go straight to sex. I dressed and we drove over to the condo. She handed me the key and I opened the door and then stopped dead. When we had looked at the place on Saturday the place had been empty. Now it was furnished.
“Come on” Vangie said as she closed the door behind her. “We need to break in the bed.”
The new king sized bed held up under the workout that took place on it and when it was over Vangie said:
“I have to be home by four so we have until then to get started on me marking the territory. We have to make love in every room in the place and on every piece of furniture that will hold us up and on all the floors. At four I have to run home and fix dinner for Russ, but I’ll be back around six and we will work on it some more and then there will also be tomorrow night. Anything we don’t get to by the time I leave tomorrow we will get to next week. Sarah doesn’t get to walk in that door until I have claimed the place because once she starts visiting I won’t be able to come back except as an invited guest. I’ll keep the apartment as our love nest.”
“Why? Why have you done all of this?”
“Truth time?”
“Truth time.”
“I’ve done it because you love me.”
I started to say something, but she held up a hand to stop me.
“I came to you to do to you what I did to all of Sarah’s other boyfriends, but you turned out to be different. To the rest of them all I was was another piece of ass; a damned good piece of ass, but a piece of ass just the same. I am more than that to you and it shines through and I am more than just a little fond of you, but I love my husband so what you want can never be. I can’t return the love you show me, but I glory in your love and I need to show you how much it means to me so I am giving you things. Not things to buy you with, but things that you will always associate with me. Things I have shared with you. Whenever you go somewhere in your truck you will remember that I was the first one to sit in it with you and the first one to kiss you at a stop light.
“Whether you are on this bed alone or with someone you will remember sharing it with me. The same goes for every piece of furniture and room in this condo. You will have shared them with me. I know it doesn’t come anywhere close to the love you show me, but it is at least something I can give to you. Probably doesn’t make much sense to you but it does to me. I’m giving you as much of me as I can. So. Let’s do the living room couch next and then maybe the dinning room table.”
We managed the couch, the dinning room table and the shower before she had to leave and when she came back at six-fifteen we christened the washer and dryer and the bed in one of the spare bedrooms. As she dressed to leave she said:
“At this rate it is going to take us two weeks to get to everything. That gives you two weeks to give this place a lived in look before you bring Sarah here.”
Actually it took three. By the time I brought Sarah to it for the first time I had it looking like I’d lived there for six months. Within a month of her first visit Sarah was living there part time. She usually had to work late a couple of times a week – usually Monday and Thursday and Wednesday night was her card night with her sorority sisters. I of course knew where she really was on those nights and on those nights she usually went home to stay with her parents. I was betting that she did that so I wouldn’t be able to tell that I wasn’t the first that night if she came to my place and I wanted to make love.
Me being me I did try to throw her off her stride one Friday night. I asked her why she always had to work late on Monday and Thursday. How come she never had to work late on any of the other nights of the week. She told me that Monday was a zoo because of everything that had gone on from noon Friday until the end of business Sunday had to be dealt with. Thursday was because payroll had to be done so checks could be issued on Friday and they also had to get everything set up and out to the stores that would be needed for the weekend. I wondered if she came up with that on her own or if it was Russ’s brainchild.
Vangie still taped things and randomly put a private detective on Sarah so I knew that John and Larry were still tapping Sarah and I began to use the detective’s information to build a file against the day I might need it. Vangie and I also had long talks about what to do if Sarah ever found out that Vangie and I were still lovers. I would come unglued on her for lying to me about dropping Larry and if push came to shove I might even throw John under the bus, but under no circumstances could I let it be known that I knew about Russ.
To cover myself on how I knew what I knew about John and Larry I would tell her that I was suspicious of her late nights and I had put an investigator on her and then use the details from the reports that Vangie got from her investigator. I’d need to be careful and only use reports that covered Larry and, if necessary, John. I couldn’t use any report that included Russ. Fortunately there were times that Sarah only saw John or Larry and a couple of times she saw John and Larry together. My defense would be, “You are fucking others and so I decided that I could too and we both know I have a history with your mom.”
Russ would never come into it unless the worst case scenario took place. That would be Sarah telling Russ that Vangie and I were lovers. If that happened things would get very, very nasty and messy.
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The months went by and Allison kept her word and didn’t fight the divorce. I still caught a ration of shit about how I was overreacting and not being fair every time I went over to see my folks and once Mrs. Ames caught me alone and begged me, actually begged me, to give Allison another chance. I almost – only almost – felt like an asshole when I told her it just wouldn’t be happening.
Fortunately for my health Sarah didn’t want to make love every night she spent at my place. No way in hell I could handle three night a week with Vangie and four nights a week with Sarah. Sarah never said no if I wanted to make love and she was the aggressor more often than not. She was getting her fill on Monday, Wednesday and Thursday the same as I was. In truth I didn’t do Vangie three nights a week either. There were nights when she couldn’t come by and she was still young enough to get visits from her ‘Aunt Flo’ and of course the same could be said of Sarah.
Suddenly June was upon us and it was fish or cut bait time. The divorce would be final on June 14th and Vangie casually mentioned once or twice that it looked like Sarah and I could squeeze in a June wedding. Then one Wednesday night she cut to the chase.
“Are you going to marry Sarah?”
“I don’t know babe. Everything is going so smoothly now and I’m asking myself why do something that might change it.”
“Why would you think that things might change? As long as Sarah keeps on doing what she is doing she won’t be interfering with us. Besides, as long as my tape system keeps on working we will always know what is being planned. They will keep thinking that Russ and John are keeping track of you at work; that John watches you when Russ slips off to meet with Sarah and Russ keeps an eye on you when it is John’s turn. Both of them watching you if she is with Larry.
“And there is something else. You like being married. It showed through when we were getting together even though you were married to Allison. You loved being married until things went to hell on you. You need a wife to be complete and deep down inside you know it. There are other girls out there and I am certain that you can find one, but you won’t find one that is as good a fit for you as Sarah.”
“Why would you say that?”
“Because you want me. We both know it, but we also both know that it can never happen. Sarah is almost a carbon copy of me. Granted, she is a cock hungry slut, but so what? I am too. She needs more than you can give her and that is no slam on you. You know damned well that she gives you more than you can handle so what if she has to pick up a little extra to hold her. It is the same with me. Russ never says no to me, but even though I love the man I still need a little extra to keep me satisfied. Then there is the fact that you know what she is and it hasn’t bothered you a bit.”
She paused as she thought about something and then she said:
“But there is one more reason why I want you to do it. Actually there are a couple more. The first is that she needs a husband like you and we do know from the tapes that she does love you and that by itself should count for something. Another thing is something that I really don’t want to talk about, but it is something that has to be said. I’m twice as old as you are lover and I’m not going to be around forever, but for as long as I’m here I want you to be around. The best way to see that you are is to have you as a son-in-law. The last reason is that when I go I want to go knowing that my baby is going to be taken care of and I know that you will do that. Think about it lover, but do your thinking later. Right now mommy wants your cock.”
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I did think about what she’d said. She was right; I had liked being married. I’d liked it when I was with Gloria and I’d liked it when I had been with Allison. I did have feelings for Sarah, but was the feeling love? Given my track record I couldn’t really say one way or another. The question was “Did it really matter?” I wasn’t at all sure that I had ‘loved’ Gloria or Allison but until both marriages went ‘boom’ I was happy being with them.
Unlike with Gloria and Allison I would know exactly what I was walking into with Sarah and Vangie was right when she said that I had shown I could handle what Sarah was doing. And in a way wasn’t that a good thing? If Sarah didn’t have her three lovers and I had to take up the slack wouldn’t I go to an early grave? I know that it sounds silly when put that way given all that I was getting from Vangie. With me and her three lovers Sarah was getting laid seven days a week and with Sarah and Vangie I was getting laid seven days a week. You would think that with Vangie and Sarah’s lovers out of the picture it would still be seven days a week for me and I’d handled it so far, right?
Not so! I was managing because Vangie brought out the very best in me. She had that certain something that made me always rise to the occasion; that certain something that made my blood boil and flow into my cock even if I was only talking to her on the phone.
I could spend days thinking about it, but the bottom line was that Vangie wanted me to do it and I could never say no to Vangie.
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I told Sarah that she needed to skip her Wednesday evening card game because there was something important that we had to do. She told me that she couldn’t cancel because they depended on her. I shrugged and said:
“Okay Sarah; if card playing is more important to you than I am just go ahead and play cards.”
The tone I used when I said that registered on her and she quickly backed up.
“Of course card playing isn’t more important to me than you are. I’ll call them and tell them I can’t make it.”
Wednesday evening I had dinner ready when she got there and a bottle of chilled Merlot sitting on the table. We ate dinner and sipped the wine and after we had finished eating we went into the living room and sat down on the couch I took her left hand in mine and slid a ring on to her ring finger and asked:
“Will you accept this Sarah?”
She held up her hand and looked at it. “Oh God Frankie; of course I will” and she threw herself at me and cried into my shoulder. After a while the tears stopped and she said, “I hoped, but I never really expected. Oh shit!” and then she was crying again. Tears of joy she told me later.
In the morning over breakfast she held up her hand and looked at it and said:
“It is a perfect fit Frank.”
“It should be. You’ve worn it before.”
“You kept it? All these years and you’ve kept it?”
“Maybe something told me that some day I would need it again.” She burst into tears again, got up from her chair, came over and dropped into my lap.
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The wedding was held on the last Friday in June at City Hall with Russ and Vangie as witnesses. The reception was held in Russ and Vangie’s backyard on Saturday and on Sunday we flew to Cabo san Lucas for a two week honeymoon. I don’t know how John and Larry handled the two weeks Sarah was gone, but I would bet that Vangie stayed busy trying to fuck Russ’s eyes out.
We had moved all of Sarah’s things into the condo before the wedding, but most of it had never been unpacked so we spent the day after getting back from Cabo getting Sarah situated and then we embarked on our married life.
Some things didn’t change. And that came as no surprise. Sarah went back to work and back to working late on Mondays and Thursdays and playing cards on Wednesdays and of course Vangie and I made use of our love nest on those three days.
I am incapable of just ignoring things so every once in a while I had to throw some shit into the game. I had decided that I need to keep track of Sarah and I knew I couldn’t always depend on Vangie’s set up to catch everything that Sarah might be up to so before the wedding I had the condo wired with the same system that Vangie had in her house.
Three days after returning from our honeymoon I reviewed the previous day’s tapes and learned something that I hadn’t know before. If Vangie had mentioned it I either didn’t pick up on it or didn’t hear her say it. Of course I never thought to ask either. All I knew was that Russ, John and Larry were Sarah’s lovers and I knew that John and Larry were good friends of Russ’s. The tape I was watching had happened the previous day at twelve forty-five and it explained a lot. It explained why John and/or Russ had to keep an eye on me at work and it explained why Sarah, even though she had planned to be a teacher when she graduated, had taken a job at Arman Enterprises.
As I watched the tape Sarah and Larry came in the front door and walked into the living room. They went into a clinch, kissed and then Larry sat down on the couch while Sarah stripped for him. Once naked she went to her knees, unzipped him and took out his cock. It immediately became apparent why Sarah was seeing him. He was big! He wasn’t any bigger around than me – in fact I might have even had an inch on him there – but he was long. His ten and a half inches dwarfed my six and three quarters.
Sarah took him in her mouth and worked on him while he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He took off his shirt and tie and she let go of his cock and he stood up and undressed. As he stepped out of his pants he said:
“Which way to the bedroom?”
“We won’t be using a bedroom this time.”
“Why not?”
“Because the bedrooms have beds that are my husbands.”
“Oh come on Sarah.”
“No Larry. We will not do it on the bed I share with my husband and we won’t do it on the beds in the spare bedrooms until I can buy sheets of my own. I won’t fuck you on sheets my husband bought.”
“Nonsense Sarah. Using that logic we can’t even do it here because everything here was bought by your husband.”
“You want this body Larry?” she said as she stood in front of him and cupped her tits in her hands. Larry’s face gave her the answer and she said, “Then we will do things my way, understand?”
She got down on the couch and spread her legs and Larry wasted no time in getting between them. He fucked her once missionary and then after she got him up again he did her doggie. As they were dressing Sarah said:
“Now that I’m married we need to do something about my pay.”
“Do what?”
“Sooner or later Frank is going to see one of my paychecks or paycheck stubs. He isn’t stupid so he just might notice that I’m not being paid overtime for all those nights I tell him I’m working late.”
“That’s easy enough to fix. I’ll just change you from hourly to salary and kick it up five hundred a month to make it look better.”
“Thank you. Next time I’ll have one of the spare bedrooms ready.”
“Still doesn’t make sense to me.”
“Doesn’t need to Larry; as long as it makes sense to me.”
There it was; the missing piece of the puzzle. Larry was her boss so she was able to get away from work during the day and that’s why John or Russ needed to keep track of me.
So, like I said, every once in a while I feel the need to stir the pot. I kept an eye on Russ and John and one Monday just after lunch I saw John slip away from his office and I guessed he was on his way for some early afternoon fun. I gave him a half hour head start and then I called my lead technician into the office and told him to keep an eye on things while I ran an errand. I was parked up the street from the condo when John hurried out, got in his car and took off. Ten minutes later Sarah came rushing out. I smiled and went back to work.
When I reviewed the tape I found out something that I had long suspected. I’d always hard a hard time understanding why Sarah would waste time on old, fat and bald John. I’d once told myself that maybe it was because he had a ten inch dick. I said it in jest, but it actually looked like it was a foot long on the tape. Like Larry’s it was no bigger around than mine, but the fucking thing was huge. I could not believe that it would go all the way inside Sarah, but I was wrong. She took every inch of it.
Anyway, I was watching the tape and Sarah’s cell phone rang. She had it next to her on the bed and I’m guessing that it was because it would be quickly to hand in cases like this.
“Hello?”
“Okay. Thanks for the heads up.”
She was pushing John away as she dropped the phone on the bed.
“Frank just left work” she said as she tried to push John off of her.
“We have time” John said, “It takes thirty-five minutes to get here from the plant.”
“Get off me John; I’m not taking any chances. Move it! I need to get dressed and make the bed.”
“I’m close baby; let me finish.”
“Get the fuck off of me and get out of here!!!”
I told Vangie about it Wednesday night and we got a big laugh out of it. I only did it two more times. Once I interrupted Russ, but the other time John either met Sarah some place else or he had a doctor’s appointment or something.
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The week after I returned from the honeymoon I told Vangie that it was time for me to buy the condo from her.
“No need. It is your wedding present.”
“The trip to Cabo was your was your wedding present.”
“That was the present from Russ and me to you and Sarah. The condo is my wedding present to you.”
“I can’t let you do that Vangie.”
“How you going to stop me lover? It is a done deal. I transferred ownership to you before you married Sarah so that she could never claim it as community property if things don’t work out for the two of you.”
“Damn it Va…”
“Just hush up Frank. By now you should know I’m going to do what I want. Any time you spend arguing with me is time that could be put to better use giving mommy what she wants.”
As her mouth closed around my cock I gave up trying to reason with her.
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Over the next year I learned that Sarah was a bit of a control freak. Maybe that’s not the term that best describes her actions; maybe she just like to have things organized in a certain way. Whenever she did John or Larry in the condo she always did them in the front spare bedroom. The rear spare bedroom is where she took care of Russ. John and Larry were never allowed in the back bedroom and Russ, Larry and John were never allowed in the master bedroom, but she did occasionally do Russ in the front spare room. I learned that only Russ (and I) got to tap her ass. Larry and John kept trying to get it, but she told them no, that it only belonged to me.
If you overlooked her outside activities (and I did) Sarah was a perfect wife. I had no complaints. Things had pretty much worked out as Vangie had predicted. Sarah had her ‘bit on the side’ and I had mine and for five years we slid along with no problems and then one Monday came the day that I had always been expecting.
To be continued.