The Old Guy's Wife

The Old Guy's Wife
By: moodcouple (moodcouple@hotmail.com)

[Author's Note: This is a follow-up to a story posted several months ago (the Old Guy) which is in the Archives. While this story stands on its own, it would be more fun if you've read the first one.]

"How in the hell did I get into this?" Shannon thought as she lay beside Abbie at the pool.. Six months earlier she had met Red, a man at least twenty-five years older than her, on a trip to Seattle. When she first met him she thought of Red as 'The Old Guy.' He changed her mind about that, showing her that experience was more important than age. Now here she was sun bathing next to his wife.

She'd been surprised when she'd seen Red coming out of a jewelery store in Hillcrest that Friday. She'd called out to him before she realized he was with his wife. The two of them were in Little Rock where he had to attend an all-day meeting with his board of directors on Saturday. They were staying in the home of a vice-president who was on vacation in Europe. Shannon's own husband was on a fishing trip and Abbie, the wife, had insisted that Shannon spend Saturday with her.

The woman was charming. Shannon was flustered. Red was no help. He just stood there with a grin on his face, as if trying not to laugh at Shannon's discomfort. So there they were, soaking up the sun while Shannon tried to ignore the fact that this woman's husband had fucked her brains out a few months earlier.

And to make matters worse, Abbie was one of the most attractive women Shannon had ever met. Nobody would think of her as 'The Old Gal.' Shannon hoped that when she was that age she could look half as good. The woman was tall and thin with a flat stomach, small but shapely breasts and an ass to kill for. She made Shannon feel a little dumpy, with her curves and voluptuous bosom. They were both wearing string bikinis, though while Shannon was having trouble keeping her boobs inside, Abbie's suit looked as if it had been painted on.

Shannon turned over on her stomach and thought about being there with Red instead of his wife. She squirmed a little, remembering what a gentle but demanding lover he had been. She closed her eyes and imagined his body next to hers, wearing a little suit that would show off his wonderful cock. She squirmed again as she remembered what he had done with that cock. The memory of that night was so intense she could almost feel him inside her, taste his semen in her mouth. Yet she couldn't force herself to forget that he had done the same things many more times with the woman lying beside her.

The spell was broken when Abbie spoke up. "Mona and Len have a beautiful place here. I was so glad they offered it to us. I hate staying in hotels, don't you?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess," Shannon responded. She really had very little experience with hotels and kinda liked them. Especially if Red was in the room with her.

"And I love this backyard, with the pool and all. Completely private. Mona says she nearly lives out here." Abbie was quiet for a few minutes, then said, "I'm getting pretty hot. I'm going to swim a few laps and cool down." Shannon heard the other woman get up and walk over to the pool. "Mona has a strict dress code for going into the pool and I think we should honor it."

"Huh?" Shannon thought as she heard the woman move around then dive into the water. She turned toward the pool and saw Abbie swimming toward the other end. She also saw what looked like a pile of string laying on the concrete. "Oh shit," Shannon thought. "That's her suit." As Abbie stood up in the shallow end of the pool Shannon saw that she was completely nude. Her breasts were high and firm with small nipples standing out proudly. Her pubic hair had been shaved, leaving a narrow swath - a landing strip - pointing toward her pussy. As she watched, Abbie slid her hands down over her breasts and across her belly. She ran a finger through the strip of hair at her crotch until it was touching her exposed lips.

Shannon was surprised to feel herself getting wet. She'd seen beautiful women naked before of course. She had even fantasized a little about some of them. But none had never had as much impact on her as her lover's wife was having.

"Why don't you get in with me, I know you must be getting hot."

Shannon's first thought was: "Does it show?" Then she realized Abbie was referring to heat caused by the sun - not by her fantasies.

She hesitated a minute, then thought, "What the hell. I've gone this far, might as well find out what's going to happen next." Getting up, Shannon stood by the edge of the pool. She reached back and untied her top, letting it drop to the concrete. As Abbie had done, she ran her hands over her breasts, her fingers grazing her nipples. The girls were swollen and distended.

"Feels good doesn't it?" Abbie said. "The sun on your boobs, I mean." Shannon thought she really meant "fingers on your boobs."

As Abbie watched her, Shannon slid her suit bottom off and kicked it away. Her pussy was trimmed neatly, although not shaved as Abbie's was. She ran her fingers through the remaining curls, hoping the other woman couldn't see how damp they were. Then she dove into the water. As she hit the water Shannon thought, "Is she trying to seduce me? Like her husband did?" Memories of Red slowly unbuttoning her dress as she stood on the balcony overlooking downtown Seattle crossed her mind. "No, surely not," Shannon thought, not sure what she wanted to happen. Then it occurred to her, "Does she know - about me and Red? Is she angry. Will she try to get revenge? Pull my hair, gouge my eyes? Oh shit, what have I gotten myself into?"

When she arrived at the shallow end Shannon got to her feet and stood nervously next to Abbie. Whatever her hopes and fears, Abbie ignored them, instead saying, "Race you to the other end and back."

"You're on," Shannon agreed and the two of them started swimming furiously. Partly due to her age advantage, but mostly due to the fact she'd been a star on her high-school swim team, Shannon was at the other end making her flip turn long before Abbie got there. When she arrived back at the starting point Shannon had half a lap on the older woman. This allowed her to watch Abbie's bare butt swivel in the water as she finished the course.

Finally standing next to her, Abbie said, "I should have known better than to challenge someone so much younger than me. Next time I'll pick a sport where age and experience will give me the edge:" Shannon smiled at the thought that that's exactly what Red had done - to her great pleasure.

The two of them swam a few laps at a more leisurely pace, finally stopping at the end where they had left their suits. Shannon had no intention of putting hers back on, and hoped Abbie felt the same. Whatever else happened, she was enjoying hanging out naked with this woman. "We're bonding or something," she thought, then nearly blushed as she realized what the 'or something' could mean. Like most girls, Shannon had fantasized about being with another woman, but never imagined it would happen. It was just one of those things a person thinks about but never acts on. Now here she was with this beautiful, older woman - both naked in a completely private setting. "No," she thought, "it couldn't really happen."

"I'm ready to rest a while," Abbie said as she pulled herself up and sat on the edge of the pool. She leaned back, letting the sun hit her body. Abbie's legs were dangling in the water, her knees slightly apart. Shannon pushed herself back from the edge and treaded water, hoping to be so casual about it that the older woman wouldn't realize she was really just putting herself in a position where she could peek between her legs. "So, do you like the way Red shaved me?" Abbie asked. She might as well of said, "Caught ya." Maybe Shannon didn't look as casual as she thought.

"Yes I do. I was just thinking maybe I'd try that. I think my husband would like it," she said, trying to remind herself she was a married woman.

"I can help you later, if you like," Abbie said.

"Yes, I'd like that," Shannon said aloud. To herself she said, "What the hell are you doing. You just told this woman you wanted her to shave your pussy. Are you nuts?"

"But first let's have a drink and let the sun dry us off," Abbie said. Shannon watched the beautiful snatch dissappear as Abbie stood and walked over to the outdoor bar. Her disappointment was short lived as the woman mixed their drinks in a shaker, causing her cute bottom to quiver. Shannon kept her eyes on it as she pulled herself from the pool and grabbed a towel. By the time the drinks were poured Shannon had sat down in her lounger again. Abbie handed her the drink, then sat on the edge of the lounger and took a sip of hers. Shannon downed half her drink in a single gulp - she really needed it. The heat of the woman's bare body so close was making her uncomfortable.

Abbie reached across her to set her glass on the table, her breasts swinging past Shannon's, their nipples nearly brushing. As she straightened back up Abbie said, "Honey, your tits are so nice and big, I really envy you."

Caught by surprise, Shannon blurted out, "But your's are gorgeous." Without thinking she reached out and took hold of the globes under discussion. "Oops," she thought as she held the woman's boobs in her hands. She couldn't stop herself, "They're so firm and shapely," she went on. "And your nipples are so hard," she added, running her thumbs over them.

"Why thank you dear," Abbie said with a smile. "That's the result of lots and lots of exercise and weight lifting. But yours just look naturally delicious."

"Delicious?" Shannon thought. "What does that mean?" She hoped she would find out.

"May I touch them?" Abbie asked. Shannon just nodded as she pulled her hands away from Abbie's breasts, giving her access to the big girls. She felt the woman's soft hands caressing them, then bouncing them, as if judging their weight. "Yes, these are big and sexy. They feel so nice." Shannon smiled, it felt nice to her too. "And your nipples get just as hard," Abbie went on as she rolled them between her fingers. "They just need the proper attention." Shannon closed her eyes, enjoying the soft touch of the woman's hands. She held her breath as she felt one of the hands trace its way down her belly until their were fingers touching her pussy lips. "Ooh, you're wet," Abbie said quietly. "Did I cause that?" Shannon nodded, her eyes still closed. "And what's this? Is the Little Man peaking out?" Shannon bit her lip, trying not to moan as Abbie gently touched her swollen clit. "I believe he is. He wants some attention too, doesn't he?" Shannon could hear the smile in the woman's voice. "You like it, don't you? Do you like it when I touch you?" Once again Shannon nodded as Abbie teased her most intimate parts. "Does it bother you, having a woman touch you like this?" Shannon started to nod then, as if making a decision, shook her head.

"I bet you liked it even more when Red touched you. When the two of you had sex."

Shannon's eyes popped open, surprised that the woman was still smiling, was still fingering her clitoris. "You know?" she managed to ask.

"Yes, I know."

"He . . . uh . . . he told you?"

"He didn't have to. You are so beautiful, and he's always ready. The man's a sex machine. I know when he's out of town he's probably fucking someone. That's just the way he is. I can't complain. There's still plenty for me."

"You're not angry," Shannon asked in disbelief.

"No dear, I'm not angry. Maybe a little bit envious, after all he is a wonderful lover, and you are a beautiful woman." Abbie hesitated a second before going on. "I am a little jealous I didn't see you first, dear." Both women were quiet a moment, then Abbie went on, "Red is such a good lover, always has been. When he's away, on business - and seducing lovely young women - I miss him. I can't wait until he returns and I have him inside me again." Then Abbie leaned forward slightly as she gently pushed a finger into Shannon's pussy. "But sometimes I don't wait."

Shannon bit her lip to keep from crying out with pleasure. The woman's finger was probing her and her cunt felt as if it was on fire. "Have you ever been with a woman - made love with a woman?" Shannon shook her head, knowing she must look like a deer in the headlights. "Would you like to? Would you like me to make love to you?" Shannon hesitated what seemed like an hour, actually just a few seconds. Then she reached up and put her hand behind Abbie's neck. Slowly she pulled the woman's face to hers, opening her mouth and covering Abbie's lips in a passionate kiss.

While Shannon's tongue explored the inside of Abbie's mouth, the older woman's fingers were exploring the inside of Shannon's cunt. Abbie found that special place, the spot where all her nerve endings came together, causing Shannon to moan into her mouth. Abbie broke the kiss and said, "I'll take that for a yes, then."

"Yes, oh hell yes," Shannon gasped. "I want it, need it, more than anything."

"Good. Let's go get on the bed," Abbie said, moving back and pulling her hand away from the young woman's pussy. Before getting up Shannon grabbed her glass and finished her drink.

Abbie took her hand and led Shannon into the house and upstairs. Once in the bedroom she pulled the spread back the two of them lay down together. Shannon grabbed Abbie by the shoulders and kissed her again, pulling their two bodies together. As they kissed Abbie gently moved Shannon onto her back and laid on top of her, pushing a thigh against the younger woman's pussy while rubbing her own against Shannon's leg.

They kissed and humped and rubbed, caressed and pinched - each touching and exploring the other's body. Shannon had never experienced anything like it before. She knew her own body, but this woman's was so like hers yet so different. She wanted to learn every inch of it. Finally Abbie leaned back and said, "I'm going to go down on you now. Would you like that?"

"Yes, oh yes please."

"Please what?"

"Please make love to me - eat me - eat my pussy. I want you to take me in every way."

"I want that too," Abbie said as she moved down between Shannon's legs. Once there she ran her nose along Shannon's lips, then said, "You are so wet. Your sex smells so good." She gave the lips a quick kiss then added, "And tastes so good too."

Abbie held her face over Shannon's pussy and used her fingers to hold it open. She shivered as she felt the woman's breath inside her.

Not wanting to be teased any longer Shannon put her hand on the back of Abbie's head and pushed the woman's face against her crotch. "Eat me darling," she whispered, "eat my cunt . . . oooh shit yes!" she finished as she felt the rough texture of Abbie's tongue against her clit.

Abbie fell into a rhythm, her tongue moving from the wet pussy up to the clit, and then back down to lick up more of the juice leaking out. Shannon could feel the heat growing as she squirmed and forced herself against the hungry mouth at her crotch.

When Shannon was on fire all over, the tongue pulled away and dipped lower. She felt it move on down, lapping at the juice running down her ass. "Unh, unh, unh oh fuck that feels good," Shannon mumbled as the woman's tongue teased her backside while she used her thumb on the swollen clit. Somewhere in her haze Shannon realized that Red had pleasured her, eaten her, in the same way his wife was. No one else had ever done that.

"Oh my god," she cried as Abbie penetrated her butt. "Oh god, oh god, oh MY GOD." Finally the tongue was pulled from her backside and Abbie ran it back up, trailing across her pussy until Shannon's clit was between her lips. Shannon felt one, then two fingers enter her pussy, exploring until they hit that nerve center which was her G spot. As Shannon cried out, another finger was against her butt. Shannon rocked back and forth, Abbie's slender fingers alternately fucking her in ass and cunt, until she seemed to explode all over. She bucked and bounced and shook as the orgasm engulfed her. As soon as her climax started to subside, the fingers inside her set her off again. Shannon was oblivious to everything but the waves of intense pleasure that were rocking her.

Finally Shannon could stand it no longer. Almost unable to breath, she roughly pulled Abbie's face away from her sex. Realizing Shannon's condition, Abbie gently removed her fingers and watched with a smile as the girl struggled to catch her breath. When Shannon finally seemed to regain her composure, Abbie dipped her tongue down and lapped up the liquid that was now flowing out of the younger woman. When Shannon pulled her away again, Abbie moved up and kissed her full on the lips. Shannon was intoxicated with the taste and smell of her own passion on the woman's face. "I take it you liked it, liked having a woman go down on you."

"Oh fuck yes," Shannon gasped, still trying to catch her breath. Abbie held her tight, letting Shannon nuzzle against her. "I've heard no one could please a woman like another woman. They were right. I want to thank you for proving it to me."

"I know another way you could thank me," Abbie said.

"Mmm, so do I," Shannon murmured as she began kissing Abbie's neck. She moved down and began sucking one of the older woman's nipples. At the same time she let her hand moved down until her fingers were teasing open the woman's pussy-lips.

"That nice - ooh - feels good," Abbie said as Shannon pushed her fingers into her.

"Want more?" Shannon asked teasingly.

"You know I do. Do it to me, Shannon. Eat my pussy."

Shannon turned her body and slid down until she was lying between the other woman's legs - her naked pussy right in front of her. Abbie touched it gently with her fingers, then eased the lips apart. She had never seen a vagina this close before, and she examined it almost clinically. "It's beautiful," she said aloud. Gently she blew into the damp opening, causing Abbie to shiver. Then, touching her nose to it added, "And smells so nice. Can I taste it, Abbie? Can I taste your cunt?"

"Oh yes. Please yes." Shannon could see the opening in front of her leak wetness in anticipation.

Shannon extended her tongue and ran it up and down the soft skin around the slit, then dipped into it, tasting the bittersweet liquid seeping out. "Oh my god yes," came out of Abbie's mouth.

Shannon licked upward, running her tongue around the outside of the clit, feeling it swell against her. Then she gently sucked it between her lips before moving back down to dip into the pussy once again. Over and over she repeated this, each time pressing a little bit harder, a little bit deeper as she could sense the woman getting closer to release. When she was sure Abbie was nearing her peak, Shannon abruptly moved her mouth away and watched as she slid a finger into the wet hole. She probed and explored, watching intently how the lips flexed and pulled at the digit. She then put a second finger in and forced them both deep. "Do you like that, Abbie? Do you like my fingers in your cunt?"

"Unh-huh, unh-huh," was all the older woman could manage to say. Suddenly, Shannon sucked the clit between her lips once more. Shaking her head, she sucked hard as she shoved her fingers in and out. Abbie exploded with a scream, arching her back and forcing herself harder against Shannon's face. Cum was gushing from her, soaking Shannon's hand as the woman continued to cry out uncontrollably. As the climax seemed about the fade, Shannon removed her fingers and shoved her tongue as deep as she could, drinking down the woman-cum pouring out.

With no warning, she shoved a finger into the woman's ass, triggering another, more intense orgasm. With both hands, Abbie held her tormentor's face hard against her as she bounced and shook and screamed. Almost smothered with her nose against the wet clit, Shannon continued to probe with her tongue while she finger-fucked Abbie's asshole.

Still shaking, Abbie cried out, "Enough, enough," and pulled the face away from her. As the woman slowly calmed down, Shannon pulled her finger out of Abbie's butt. Then she gently licked at the pulsating lips before lightly kissing the clit.

Looking into Abbie's still glazed eyes, she asked, "Did I do good?"

"Oh god yes," Abbie whispered. Then, pulling at Shannon's shoulders she said, "Come here and kiss me. I want to taste myself on your lips." Smiling in pride Shannon moved up and covered the older woman's mouth with her own, sharing the taste of woman-sex with her lover.

The two women lay cuddling in each others arms, their bodies pressed together. Shannon could feel Abbie's fingers on her breasts, gently playing with her nipples. "When you invited me to come today," Shannon asked, "did you intend to seduce me?"

"Not really," Abbie answered. "I was just going to tease you a little - maybe make you squirm."

"So, when did you decide you wanted me?"

"When you stood by the pool, touching yourself. I realized I wanted to touch you too. And when I got up on the side of the pool and you couldn't take your eyes off my pussy - I knew I had you."

"So did I," Shannon said.

"When you were with Red," Abbie asked, "did he go down on you?"

"Dangerous ground," Shannon thought. But, what the hell, she already knew they'd fucked. "Yes."

"Was he good?"

"The best I'd ever had," Shannon answered. Then she leaned over and kissed Abbie's nipple. "Until today."

They lay silent a while, then Abbie said, "I've had lovers before - sometimes men, usually women. And I know Red's had lovers, I assume all women. But this is the first time we've had the same lover."

"Did you like it?"

"I think I'll let him pick out all my women from now on."

"All my women," Shannon thought, realizing she hadn't been the first woman to have sex with this wonderful lover - nor would she be the last."

"But I doubt any will be as good as you, my dear," Abbie added.

"I've learned so much from you - from you two."

"Tell me more," Abbie said.

"I thought Red was too old to be of any interest. Yet he helped me learn so much about my sexuality. And taught me the joy to be found in variety and exploration."

"Got you good, didn't he?" Abbie said with a sly smile.

"Not as good as you. You exposed the core of my sexual being. I'll never be the same after today. Thank you, Abbie darling." The two of then locked lips again, their tongues touching. Shannon turned on her back, opening her legs - surrendering herself to the other woman. As they kissed Abbie moved her hand down Shannon's body until she was caressing the younger woman's pussy. Shannon mewed with pleasure as she felt Abbie's fingers penetrate her once more. She squeezed her lover's breast as Abbie worked her hand into the center of her sex.

Through the haze of her lust and desire Shannon heard the bedroom door open. Looking up she saw Red standing in the doorway. "Well, I see you two are bonding nicely."

Love Thy Neighbor........

Love Thy Neighbor........
By: PurpleMistress (chevypurple@yahoo.com)

Everyone says that adultery is wrong, and I guess to some extent it is, but then again it depends on who you ask. But is it wrong when your spouse encourages you to be fucked and sucked by your neighbor? Someone he gardens with or watches sports with?

My situation is unique in the fact that my marriage is okay in all aspects but in the bedroom. Jeff and I were bordering into the let's go to sleep mode of our love life at night instead of the fuck me hard and deep phase of our marriage. We've been married for twenty years and I guess something happens at that stage in your marriage that sex goes away and romance is no more. We live in a beautiful big house all alone and neighbors are few and between in our quiet suburban committee. I loved our life and the freedom we have to come and go at will.

Our neighbors are all great and we take turns throwing elegant parties and each neighbor has a holiday that they are responsible for catering and everyone attends. Our immediate neighbors are Sal and Maria. Maria is attractive in a plain sort of way but very friendly and much too submissive to Sal for my liking. Sal is definitely the macho "old" school Italian with broad shoulders and sexy good looks. They both speak English well but with Sal you can hear a hint of Italian in his accent. Maria is Spanish but they speak to each other in their native languages and can communicate well. We are all in the same age group but definitely have different lifestyles and marriages.

From entertaining with them I learned that Sal requires dinner prepared every night, while I only cook three days a week and dial out the other nights. Michael never seems to complain about my laid back choice of doing things so I guess not all marriages work the same. Michael and I notice that Sal goes out every night for about an hour after dinner and we wonder where he ends up for so long. He has invited Michael to a Go-Go club in the area but Michael seems to turn him down for some reason. I often encourage Michael to go trying anything to spice up our sex life in hopes that he comes home hot and horny. But I am its just wishful thinking.

As Michael and I went to bed one night I just came out and told him how unhappy I was that our sex life was in the toilet and boring. I needed more and I felt the need to tell him so. At this conversation we had not had sex for a month and I had it. I wanted a dick in my ass, in my mouth, in my pussy making me go wild and cum over and over and yes damn it over again!! Michael sat up in bed staring at me as if I lost my mind, but expressing how I felt was so good and I didn't care how he took it or felt. I NEEDED DICK!!!!!!!!! "Baby, we need to do something here, something different, I just need more". Lowering his head he agreed and told me we could plan my adventures together and get through our "dry" spell. I was so happy that he agreed with me that I just grabbed him around the neck, kissing him and thanked him for understanding. In fact, I was so appreciative of his agreeing with me that I moved the covers off our bodies and started kissing my husband from his neck down to his cock. Licking the inside of his thighs, running my tongue slowly and confidently over one thigh and then the other, finally reaching his extending and ready cock which was begging for my attention. I moaned "Yesssssssssss" on his dick and then took his cock head in my mouth, running my tongue around the head and licking the slit in the head of his dick as I grabbed his shaft with my hand. He had to know I meant business and forgetting about my needs, just for tonight...I brought my husband to an amazing orgasm by sucking him and stroking him until he released in my mouth. Moving up to his body, I showed him the load he left me to enjoy and then I swallowed. We slept great that night and promised to talk in the morning.

In the morning I was up early, singing in the shower and out by the time my husband awoke to start his day. Kissing him good morning, I dressed and told him we would work out our new sexual life later. The he stopped me, "Diane, I thought about what you said and I wonder if you would engage fucking another man in front of me". I stopped dead in my tracks and looked at him as if he were kidding. "Are you serious Michael?" "Yes, I am". " I realized after last night that you are much more sexual than I would ever be and I want you to be happy". "Our marriage is good in so many other ways and I thought last night, why deny you this if it brings you happiness". "If I am part of it ...then it's ok", "What do you think"?. Actually, I was thrilled inside, but I told him I would think about it and we could finalize it tonight after work. He agreed and we went off to work. I sang the rest of the day in anticipation of our arrangement.

Michael was always aware that he was not enough man for me and my needs and I was happy to give him what he wanted, if he just agreed to what I wanted. It was a win, win situation and my pussy stayed wet and leaking all day at work thinking about it. I couldn't wait for the day to be over. I, in fact left the office an hour early to make my husband's favorite dish of Manicotti and to set the perfect setting for our chat. He arrived an hour later as I had dinner in the oven and I greeted him with a deep kiss and a glass of wine. "Wow' was all he could say as I dragged him inside to talk. We made small talk about out day and I put out dinner to his satisfaction.

"Well, what's on your mind?" I asked after dinner was over. He smiled at me from across the table and told me that he noticed how much our neighbor wants me. "Stop It "I reply. "No honey, he wants you more than I could ever and he doesn't hide it". "So what I'm preparing to do is arrange that he fucks the shit out of you while I watch". I was puzzled........." What do you mean as you watch?"" I think our sex life needs some spice in it and I love you enough to watch another man make you happy and I won't stop it". I downed my wine intrigued by what he was saying and start getting very, very wet. He laughed as I drank my wine in one dip. "I want you to seduce him and have him come into our bedroom and I will hide in the closet and watch as you receive what you need". I was shocked that he would agree to this. "Are you sure?". "Yes", he stated. "Very sure." "I want you to be happy" I never thought I could love him more and we talked through the night about what I would do on the upcoming weekend. I slept with an evil smile on my face.

It was Sal and Maria's turn to host the Fourth Of July party and a few of the neighbors that were still around and not away would be over for the fun. I wore a bright pink halter top and my favorite short shorts. They made my legs look longer and baby oil on them to make them silky soft. Michael wore shorts also and a tank top. Before the evening was halfway through, I was feeling no pain after having my glass repeatedly filled with red wine. Red wine gets me so intoxicated but very, very inhibited. I guess I needed the gusts to do what we had planned and tonight was it. Maria was already past her liquor limit and Sal put her upstairs to bed and continued partying with whoever was left. Michael just stood by and watched as Sal held me close and danced with me not really playing attention to his other guests. Michael saw Sal whisper in my ear while we danced and Michael winked at me when Sal cupped my ass slightly. Once the music changed, Michael walked over to me to me to dance and gave me further instructions.

"You look sexy tonight Babe", "Sal is in for a treat, I know". I asked my husband again if he was sure and held me close and nodded yes. "Try and get him upstairs to his daughter's room and I will already be there listening and watching". "Okay" was all I could say as we finished dancing and my hubby disappeared. Sal was saying goodbye to more guests and helping another find her shoes, when I headed to the kitchen to clean up some for Maria. Before I knew it I felt arms rapped around my waist and lips on my back kissing me. This drives me crazy with desire and I jump and turn to see Sal's sex crazed look on his face and a large bulge in the front of his pants. "Want me to help you clean up Sal"? "No, I want you to suck my cock". I pretended to be shocked but realized that I was a bad actress. "Don't be coy with me Diane, you want this big dick as much as I want your hot pussy so why play games". "We're both married Sal, that's why". He just smirked at me and too me closer to him and said. "Tell me you don't feel this" he stated as he took my hand and ran it against the front of his pants. He was about to burst and I could even see a wet spot start in the front.

"I've wanted to taste your pussy since you moved in next door and I intend to have you". "I'm sure Michael won't mind, I think he even went home to bed already, he and Maria can't handle liquor like we can" "Now kneel and suck my big dick so I can fuck the shit out of you"! His words shocked me but he was right and I had wanted to fuck him, remember Michael's wish for me I kneeled on his kitchen floor, open his zipper and pulled out the biggest dick I have ever encountered. He must have been ten inches if not more and I wondered how in heavens name would I accommodate this snake. I saw the large pool of pre-cum leaking from his cock head and dipped my tongue completely through it and licked it up. He moaned loudly as he started pushing the head between my lips. I licked my lips before taking him in and just spread my mouth wide as he entered my mouth. His cock was wide and started to stretch my mouth but I kept on licking him and stroking him and I pulled on my nipples. Licking him length wise while holding him, I reached further down and sucked on his balls gently as I stroked his big cock. I was in heaven.

Almost forgetting where I was Sal suggested that we move to the bedroom upstairs in case Maria came down. I agreed and as we left the kitchen Sal grabbed a small bottle of brandy and took it with him. I wanted to ask what it was for but thought better against it, I only wanted to have fun and enjoy. As we climbed the stairs to the spare bedroom, Sal leaned in close to my shorts and sniffed me, "Hmmmmmmmmmmm, your pussy smells great, I bet it tastes even better". "You smell like you are in need of some relief" "And I have just the tool for the job" I tried to run away from him on the stairs but his hand reached out and smacked my ass real hard causing me to jerk forward some and rub my ass. "Bastard" was all I could mutter until we entered the room. Closing the door behind us, he throws me on the bed and reaches for my shorts tugging at them and finally getting them completely off. I lay there with my cunt naked in front of him as he instructed me to open myself up and show him my pussy. I did as he asked and watched as he licked his lips in anticipation of eating me alive. I wanted to run to the door and to my house and never come out again but.......my pussy wouldn't let me. Sal moved me further up on the bed, took off my top and my breasts dropped freely. He immediately began devouring my nipples and sucking them to the size of half dollars. I moan uncontrollably as he reached between us searching for my clit. He found it peeking out and my pussy wetter than I could ever remember. "Fucking rub it harder you prick" he did and started to nip at my nipple while I felt myself grow closer and closer to ecstasy. Once he hears my moaning getting to a high pitch, I feel his middle finger enter me and starts moving at a speed that seemed unbelievable. His long fingers move further inside my pussy finding my G-spot and once he flicked at that I lost it and exploded hard on his hand. He wasn't satisfied with just the one cum and continued to press on my button and again I lost control in less than a second and creamed his unforgiving finger. Michael never hit my pussy like that and I doubted if he even knew what a G-spot was.

As my breathing slowed a bit, we both thought we heard something move in the close in the room we were in. Remembering that Michael was in the room with us I reached for Sal's lips and kissed him while I grabbed his very stiff cock through his pants. I was hoping to distract him and it worked as I told him to take off his shorts and let me taste him. I sat up on the bed and watched as he removed his shirt and shorts and his 9 inches nearly knocked me out as it sprang free of his shorts. I wondered how Maria could handle all of this but I was going to die trying. Once again Sal wanted my lips on him. "Suck my cock", was all Sal demanded as he moved close to my lips spreading them open with his large cock-head. I just knew I would choke on this monster but took a little at a time until I had enough saliva on him from my strokes and mouth fucking to be able to take more of this massive prick. I wanted to feel him inside me so bad but wanted to get him close to an orgasm so he wouldn't bruise my pussy too much when we fucked.

Knowing he must have realized what I was trying to do, Sal pushed me back on the bed and put his knees between mine and said, "Don't think you're gonna suck me off without me taking some pussy, I want that more right now than your lips". "I want you to take all of me and enjoy this fucking I'm going to give you". Moving me further on the bed, Sal was between my legs before I knew it spreading them wide with his legs. "Open more for me" Sal demanded as he shoved just the head in me and just slowly fucked me with his thick cock head for a few minutes. When he felt I was expanding properly to start receiving more of him he moved in a couple of more inches. I moaned yes and my eyes closed starting to enjoy the fullness of him and hating to feel him withdraw from my hole.

Pumping me faster and harder, Sal gave me his entire 9 inches and my back arched as if to help him with more room inside my pussy. I cried out a little and it just made him crazier with lust. "That's it, take all of me...you need to know what a real man fucks like" "Take it all you fuck, suck my cock with that pussy". I was loosing my existence and didn't care that Michael was in the closet listening and watching me, us. This man was taking me to places sexually that I have never felt and I was enjoying it. "I'm gonna cum on your dick you fuck", I yelled as he moved his face down to one of my nipples and bite. I yelled yes over and over again forgetting that his wife was in the bedroom down the hall, but he loved it and just fucked me harder. I came like a flood as my pussy contacted convulsively, sucking and grabbing his cock from the deepest zone of my cervix. I thought I would never stop cumming and grabbing him and then he pushed into me real hard and held still holding me tight to him as a flood of his sweet cum invaded my hole. I didn't know who was breathing harder and my pussy wouldn't let him go. We stayed connected until I eased up on his cock and he started to shrink.

Then all of a sudden we hear a "Fucking hot" and a loud yell and several loud pants and we both looked at the closet from where the noises were coming. Sal jumped off me and opened the door to the French closet to see Michael leaking thick cum on his white rug with his dick in his hand and his pants to his ankles. Michael was draining the last of his cum when Sal said. "What the fuck is going on"? I just grinned and looked at Michael asking if he enjoyed it. "It was the best I have cum in a long time, thanks baby". Sal looked at us confused and we explained to him what we had done and that he was part of our sexual experiment to put some spice in our sex life. Sal just laughed and said he hope he helped. "More than you will ever know" I said. Michael told Sal he could share fucking me anytime he wanted and if he got to watch now and then it would be an added plus.

I hugged my husband and kissed him all over his face and thanked him for being so understanding of my needs. We play this game a few times a month and Sal comes over to our house to fuck me when he wants and yes, I still fuck Michael too. I have the best of both worlds. I wonder if Sal would talk Maria into our little game. I guess we'll have to wait until Christmas, since it is our turn to throw the party at our house.

Another Chance

Another Chance
By: DG Hear (dghear@columbus.rr.com)

Another Chance by DG Hear

Not much sex in this story. If you are looking for something erotic to read, you may want to pass on this one. This story is more about dealing with a cheating situation. It could have been different categories. DG Hear

Since the invention of the Internet, life changed for most people. It got to a point where almost everyone I knew wanted a computer. We finally joined the computer generation a couple of years ago and broke down and bought one. At the beginning, it was the new toy in the house. Deb, my wife would use it for e-mail and games. The kids, Kyle and Kayla, used it for games and some homework assignments. Me, I used it to search the web and look for porno.

That's what I did with a lot of my late nights after work. I worked the second shift and got off work from the factory at midnight. I didn't want to go to the bars like a lot of the guys; after all, I was married. So, I always headed for home. Everyone was sleeping, so I went on the computer. After awhile it was all the same stuff and became old. I really didn't become addicted like I hear a lot of people do.

I went to these story sites and read stories about everything you can imagine. I couldn't believe most of what I was reading. Did people really do these things or were they just fantasies? I found myself caught up in cheating wives stories, all these women cheating on their husbands. It's kind of hard to believe but it does put thoughts in your head. So, now here I was kind of watching my wife's actions. When we went out, I would mention to her about dancing too close or being too nice to different guys. We would actually argue about it. I knew she was a good looking woman but I had really no reason to distrust her.

I found myself looking in the clothes hamper or looking at our e-mails. Just so stupid what comes to mind after reading these stories. I started reading less and less but a lot of the thoughts were still there. I remember reading about men finding their wife with another man and standing there and watching them. I had to ask myself, "Would that actually be a turn-on catching your spouse with another person?"

I kept thinking about it and, with my jealous attitude, I didn't feel it would be a turn-on to me. I told Deb about these thoughts and she asked me why I would even think about things like that. She didn't want any other man but me.

I met Deb when we were in our twenties. It was at her sister's wedding. We danced and became good friends after that. She told me she was a school teacher and I told her which factory I worked at. We started dating and were married about a year later. The following year we had Kyle and two years after that Kayla was born.

Deb's sister Sandy was a wild one whom I met years before at school. We didn't date but she was pretty much a slut. I guess I shouldn't say that or I would be considered a slut too. I was rather wild in my day too. She would have sex with just about anyone. As far as I know, almost every guy on our football team had been with her. I was part of an after-the-game gangbang that she was at. No one forced her and she had done it more than once. She and one of her girlfriends, Ann, would have sex with almost everyone at the drop of a pair of pants.

I knew her husband, Bob, from work. He was one of the supervisors on the day shift. He has since been transferred to another of our plants. He was about as wild as Sandy. He was the one who invited me to their wedding. I didn't much care for Bob because I knew the kind of guy he was. I liked him even less when I thought he was trying to hit on Deb after we got married. She told me that she thought he was just being nice since he was our brother-in-law but I knew better. I told her if he ever tried anything with her to let me know and I would knock him on his ass. She told me to lighten up; she was mine and only mine.

We had agreed to never talk about our past relationships because we were both rather jealous people. I didn't want to go out some evening and come across some guy that she had mentioned having sex with; also I didn't want to explain to her that I had screwed her sister.

When Kyle was eight and Kayla was six, they were both in school and Deb and I were getting along pretty well except for arguments that everyone has. We didn't get to see enough of each other, being on different shifts. I was alone during the day and she was alone with the kids at night. It was not the greatest situation for a marriage, but that was the way it was.

One day, as Deb was getting ready for work, she asked me if I could stop by her sister Sandy's and fix her plumbing. Her kitchen sink was leaking and Bob was useless as a handy man. I laughed when she said the word plumbing and she quickly said, "The sink's plumbing, not my sister's. If you ever try fixing hers, you'll be sorry."

I told Deb I would stop by on my way to work and fix it before going in. She kissed me and then headed out with the kids to school. I couldn't help think about Sandy. I knew, from what Bob told me, that they were probably swingers. They didn't have any kids because Sandy always said it would ruin her figure. She did have a pretty good one but wasn't any better than Deb's and Deb had two kids.

Sandy has always tried to come on to me. I did my best to just kid around with her. She looked good but wasn't worth losing my marriage over. I remember her telling me that someday it was going to happen.

Sandy worked as a part-time cashier at one of the local grocery stores. She had the day off, knowing I would be by to fix the plumbing. When I got there, she had on a sexy robe. She offered me a cup of coffee and we talked for a few minutes before she showed me the sink. I could tell it was just clogged as I removed everything from under the sink so I could take the trap apart. Her husband surely could have fixed this. He probably didn't even try.

I was on my back with my head under the cabinet putting the trap back in. She had put too many egg shells and potato peels in the disposal and it clogged the drain. As I was putting it back together, she stood straddling me so I could glance up her robe. She didn't have any panties on and said she wanted me to fuck her.

I have to admit that the sight was great. Seeing a woman's privates is definitely a turn on. I could feel myself getting hard as I looked up under her nightgown and robe.

"What are you doing, Sandy?"

"I'm going to fuck you. Do you like what you see?" She reached down and touched the lump in my pants.

"Stop it, Sandy! I'm trying to finish this job."

She backed away for a minute and I finished putting the pipes together. When I got done and stood up, Sandy said, "Are you going to fuck me now?"

"No, Sandy. I can't do this. Deb is your sister and I love her. I won't cheat on her, especially with her sister."

"You fucked me in high school. Yes, I remember that hard cock of yours. Are you too good to fuck me now?"

"Sandy, please! I love Deb; she doesn't know about our past together unless you told her. You're a beautiful woman but I love Deb."

"You foolish, foolish man. Either you fuck me or I'll tell Deb that you did anyway. She'll believe me; after all, I'm her sister."

"Why would you do that? Why hurt us? Deb's your sister and loves you."

Sandy laughed. "The prissy little sister of mine thinks she's a goody two shoes. Well, we'll see how she reacts when I tell her about you fucking me."

"Sandy, don't do this. I'm not having sex with you and I'll tell Deb about us in high school. I know she'll understand."

I grabbed my tools and told her that her damn sink was done. I jumped in my truck and headed to work. My head was spinning. Would Sandy make up a story and lie to Deb? When I got to work, I called Deb but she wasn't home yet. I left a message, "Deb, I love you and have something to tell you about your sister when I get home tonight."

I went ahead and started doing my job. It was hard concentrating with this shit going through my mind. It started off as a normal day, just like any other day, but now it was all mixed up. I called home again around six but no one answered. I called Deb's mom and asked if she knew where Deb was.

"She went out with Sandy and Bob. I have the kids here. Deb asked if I could watch them for a few hours while they went out. I told her I would just keep them for the night. I love having them here. Is there something the matter, Ray?"

"No, everything's fine. If you see her, tell her I love her and will see her tonight. I have to get back to work."

It was one of the longest nights in history for me. I knew I had to tell Deb about me and her sister. Hell, it was before I even met Deb. I'm sure she would understand.

Finally my day was over and I headed home. I pulled in front of the house and saw there was a car in the driveway. I knew it was Sandy's. I guess it was time to face the music. I went to open the door and it was locked. I took out my key and couldn't believe what I saw. There in my living room was my wife, Bob and Sandy. Sandy was sitting on my couch holding Deb's hand. Bob was pulling up his pants; my beautiful wife was on the couch with her legs spread wide open and Bob's cum dripping out of her pussy. Everyone was startled as I opened the door. Sandy had a smile on her face and Bob had a shit eating grin on his. My wife Debbie looked half scared and drunk.

Now I had to face reality. I don't know about the guys in the stories I read but I did not have a hard-on. I did not like seeing my wife in this position. I was stark raving mad as I ran over to Bob and hit him as hard as I could. I knocked him down and started beating on him. Behind me I heard screaming. I didn't know if it was Deb or Sandy. I must have hit Bob a good five times before I felt a thud on the back of my head. When I woke up, I was in the hospital.

I looked around and saw a man in uniform. Must be a town cop.

"I see you're back into the world. I'm patrolman Gene Andrews."

"Where exactly am I and where's my wife? What happened to me?

"Slow down there, Mr. Harper. You have a concussion from being hit over the head with a glass vase. It seems you got into a fight at your house and the police were called. You were to be charged with assault but the charges were dropped. You're a very lucky man. You could have gone to prison for as much as eighteen months."

"What about the assault on me? You said someone hit me over the head."

"According to the witnesses, you came home and started a fight with your brother-in-law. In order to get you to stop, his wife hit you over the head with the vase. You were only hit once and it was to stop the fight. You should thank them for dropping the charges."

"Where was my wife when you got there?"

"When we arrived, your wife was busy throwing up. Your sister-in -law said she had too much to drink and you got mad at her and, when you went toward her, your brother-in-law stopped you and you starting fighting with him. All he did was try and protect himself. When we talked to your wife, she said she hardly remembered anything but you screaming at her."

"If the charges were dropped, then why are you here?"

"My supervisor called while you were still out and told me to wait and get your statement. So, what happened?"

"I have nothing to say." I wasn't about to tell the world that I caught my wife screwing another man. I just laid there and said nothing.

"Okay, then, have it your way. According to the doctor you will have to be here till tomorrow. I suggest you think about what you did and thank God that no charges were filed. You're a very lucky man, Mr. Harper."

The officer left and I laid there with a terrible headache. What was I going to do next? I knew I couldn't live with a cheating wife, but I had to know why she did it. I called my sister to come pick me up the next morning. I didn't have any way to get to my house and I sure the hell didn't want Debbie picking me up. While I was waiting for Amy, my sister, to come, the phone rang. It was Deb.

"Do you want me to come and pick you up? We need to talk now that we are even."

"Even? What the hell are you talking about? You fucked Bob and say we're even. I have Amy coming to pick me up. I just want to get a few of my things and I'll be leaving."

"What do you mean leaving? I just got even with you for what you did," replied Deb.

"I'm not talking about this over the phone. Amy and I will be by to pick up my things and we'll talk then."

I hung up the phone and waited for Amy. She showed up a few minutes later and we headed to my house. I asked Amy to wait in the car. I knew she liked Deb and I didn't want her to be in the middle.

I knocked on the door and Deb opened it. I asked where the kids were and she told me they were still at her mom's. I spoke first.

"Did you get my phone message?"

"Yes, and Sandy told me how you forced sex on her. How could you do that?" She was crying lightly.

"I did no such thing. That's why I left the message. I went to Sandy's and fixed her plumbing. She started coming on to me and I told her ?No' but she kept pushing the issue. She told me she would tell you that she had sex with me even though she didn't."

"I don't believe you. You're lying! Why would my sister lie to me?"

"She's jealous of our marriage. She wanted to see if she could break us up and it looks like she succeeded. Why do you think she sat there and let Bob fuck you? They're swingers and wanted to involve you so you would fuck Bob. It looks like they both got what they wanted. You let Bob fuck you and our marriage is dead."

"No, it's not true. I did it to get even with you. You raped my sister and I had sex with Bob to get even with you. Sandy even knew you were not circumcised and about the mole on your upper thigh."

"Your sister is a fucking slut. The reason she knew that was because I fucked her in high school, along with every other guy. She would put out for any guy, usually more than one at a time. I never told you because I fell in love with you and didn't want to lose you. Then you said we would never talk about our past relationships and I put it all behind me."

"I don't know what to believe... Sandy's my sister."

"... and I'm your husband. You couldn't even wait to ask me or call me about it. Instead you let Bob fuck you. Do you really think that would solve the problem if I raped your sister? You must have wanted him awfully bad to let them talk you into it."

"But... Sandy said..."

"I don't give a rat's ass what your whore of a sister said. It's not only you letting another man fuck you. It's the not respecting me or trusting me to at least let me hear the charges against me. If I raped her, then why didn't she call the cops?"

"She said she didn't want to hurt me with a family scandal."

"She didn't have any problem hitting me over the head and calling the police here last night. The reason she didn't scream rape was because it never happened. You go right the fuck ahead and believe who you want, but this marriage is over. Why would you want to live with a rapist? No, you wanted to let Bob fuck you and use me for an excuse."

"No, that's not true. I love you."

"You better look up the word love. It doesn't include fucking other men. I'm going to get a few of my things and I'll come back next week for more stuff while you're not home. I'll see a lawyer first thing Monday and get the divorce started."

"Ray, wait! This isn't how it was supposed to happen. Sandy said she forgave you and you would forgive me. I was just getting even with you."

"No, you were just getting fucked by Bob and your sister." I went and grabbed a suitcase and put a few personal things in it.

"What am I to say to the kids?"

"Tell them whatever the fuck you want. Tell them I raped your sister and that you're a fucking slut. I don't give a damn. I don't want to see you again. I'll set up visitation with the lawyer and Amy can pick up the kids for me to see. I don't ever want to talk to you again."

I opened the door and walked out. Amy took me to a cheap motel until I could find somewhere else to go. I told Amy the whole story on my way to the motel. She was my sister and best friend. She knew I was telling the truth. I knew she would help keep an eye on Deb and the kids.

The weeks passed and were really hard on me. I worked all the overtime I could since I had more expenses to pay. I found a cheap boarding house that I rented by the week. I ate most of my meals at the bar or the corner diner. I did see the lawyer and since I didn't have proof of anything, I just asked for a dissolution of our marriage. He told me that Debbie didn't want one but would go along with whatever I wanted. Everything was split pretty much fifty-fifty. We were renting the house so she just took over the payment. Our savings were divided down the middle and she had to give me half the worth of our belongings.

I had to pay child support which I really didn't mind. I love my kids and missed them terribly. The problem was I also missed Debbie but I knew we were finished. I went to whatever school functions I could that didn't interfere with my job. Both of our kids had birthday parties and I went to them as long as I didn't have to be around Debbie's family. I talked civilly to Deb but whenever she wanted to talk about us, I walked away. I saw my kids every other weekend and once in a while during the week, depending on my work schedule.

Deb must have called me almost every day following, right up to the divorce. If she wanted to talk about the kids or household things, I listened. When she wanted to talk about us, I hung up. I stopped by my sister's for dinner one day and played with my kids. Amy said that Sandy was still sticking by her story about me forcing sex on her. She told me Deb was really torn between what Sandy said, and what I said. I tried to explain to Amy that I had no proof of anything and neither did Sandy. It was just my word against hers, and Debbie believed her. That hurt more than anything.

One afternoon while I was at my apartment my phone rang. It was the school. They told me that Kyle wasn't feeling well and asked if I could pick him up. Of course I said yes and went and got him. He had a cold and was coughing. Debbie taught at the middle school and I called her to let her know I was picking up Kyle. She said she would be home as soon as she could.

I took Kyle home, laid him on his bed, and took his temperature. He had a slight fever but nothing bad. About an hour later, Deb came home with Kayla. She went in quickly to see how Kyle was doing. While she went in to see him, the phone rang. I wasn't thinking when I answered it out of habit. It was Sandy.

"What are you doing there?" she asked.

"Well, if it isn't the fucking liar. Kyle was sick and I brought him home. Don't worry; you broke up this fucking marriage."

I reached down and pushed the record button on the answering machine. It was the type that would record both sides of a conversation.

"Is he alright?"

"Why do you care? You broke his parents up. Why would you worry about him?"

"Listen, Ray, it just got out of hand. You knew we were swingers and Bob wanted to try out my little sister. If you would have had sex with me like I asked, it never would have gotten out of hand. But, no, you come home and start fighting."

"You told Deb I raped you. Then you have Bob pretty much rape Deb. What the fuck kind of sister are you?"

"Bob never raped her. She gave it willingly. Hell, she probably would again if Bob tried."

"She was drunk and you put all that shit into her head and then stood by while your husband fucked her."

"Problem is, Ray, you can't prove it. I told you from the beginning she would believe me over you and now you know. Anytime you need a fuck, give me a call. Tell Deb to give me a call later. Hope my nephew gets to feeling better." She hung up and I turned off the recorder.

Debbie asked who called and I told her, "Your wonderful angel of a sister who would never lie to you."

"What did she want?"

"I recorded her message and she said to call her back. Well, I'll see you in court Thursday. I guess we can call it freedom day. Don't forget to listen to the message," I said as I went to my truck.

After about five minutes, my cell phone began to ring over and over again. She must have called me ten times before I got home. When I got home my phone was ringing. I finally picked it up.

"Ray, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please forgive me. I just talked to Sandy and she told me the truth about not being raped."

"Well, that's good to hear, but it doesn't change anything in my mind. You fucked Bob and didn't even give me a chance to explain. After I told you the truth, you still picked your sister's story thinking I was a rapist. I have one thing to say to you: I loved you and probably always will, but I also hate you for what you did to our family and the distrust you have had in me."

I took the next two days off work. On Thursday I went to my lawyer's office and signed my name to the dissolution. I wanted to be gone before Deb came in. I was extremely depressed as I headed over to the neighborhood bar. I was putting the drinks away pretty good when I looked back and saw Bob come in. He didn't notice me as I came up to him from the side and cold cocked him. As he went down, I hit him again and again. I stood up and started kicking him until he was a mass lying there on the floor. I bent down to hit him some more when three guys pulled me off of him.

I remembered saying, "You fucking son-of-a-bitch. I'll fucking kill you for what you did to my family. I hope you die in hell," as I kept kicking him till I was pulled off of him.

The police laid me on the floor and put handcuffs on me and led me to the squad car. This time I was taken to jail. I was allowed one phone call and I called my sister, Amy. I told her what I did and that she was not to post any bail money. It would be too expensive and I was going to serve my sentence. She cried as I hung up the phone.

Debbie came to the jail to see me but I refused to see her. It was almost two months before my case went to court. I was charged with assault and pleaded guilty. I got two years minus time served. I told Amy to take my few belongings and store them in her basement for me. She told me that Debbie was really feeling badly and wanted to see me. I told her I didn't want to see her.

"I know you don't want to hear this but Deb really loves you. Her family is all mad at what Sandy said about you. Something else you should know. Debbie never showed up to sign the divorce decree, so you are going to prison a married man."

I went to prison and it's not the kind of place you would want to live. It was like another world. I was getting in fights constantly. I had to prove myself to about every group there. I was nobody's patsy. My cell mate ended up being a lifer who went by the name of Killer. I guess he went home one day and saw his wife fucking another man and stabbed them both to death. According to the papers, Killer stabbed them upward of eighty times. He was a little hard to get to know. He had killed another inmate the year before after the inmate started a fight with him.

I tried to keep to myself as much as possible but other inmates had to keep trying me. I was put in the infirmary twice in the first two months for cuts. I had fights almost daily. I guess I paid my dues because I wasn't bothered quite as often after that. In fact Killer even started to talk to me.

On visitor's day, I decided to go see my visitor. I thought it would be Amy or my dad but it was Debbie.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. She looked so nice and pretty. I actually wished I could hug her but I played the mean Ray.

"Ray, I love you and made a lot of mistakes. I brought you pictures from the kids. They miss you so much, and so do I." Tears were streaming down her face.

"Look, I have another life now. Just take care of my kids and tell them I love them."

She passed some pictures of the kids to me. It was their latest school pictures and they looked so cute.

"Ray, I didn't sign the divorce papers. I will wait for you; I don't care how long it takes. I made a terrible, terrible mistake, but I know we can get past it if you still love me."

I didn't know what to say. Of course I felt I still loved her. I just hated what she did and not believing me. I stood up and walked back to my cell. I left her at the window and didn't look back.

I worked in the kitchen and overheard some conversation about a guy going after Killer for killing his friend. They were going to try and corner him in the lunch room the next evening. There was no one I could tell without being a snitch. I decided to tell Killer. That would make me part of his group. I didn't want to belong to any groups, but I couldn't let this man die the next day.

Killer wasn't sure whether to believe me. I told him to believe what he wanted. I didn't tell the guards and was probably taking a big chance telling him.

Killer looked me in the eye. He said you can tell a lot about a man when you stare him in the eyes. He told to me to stay away from him the next day. He would control the situation without anyone knowing I told him about it. I couldn't believe what he did. He placed two thin hard covered books under his shirt covering his kidneys. He had three of his group sitting behind him at another table.

When the prisoner came up behind him and put his arm around Killer's chest, he jabbed the knife into his kidneys but of course hit the book. The shivs were usually pretty dull. They would penetrate skin but not go completely through the book. Killer's friends grabbed the inmate and started beating him till the guards got to the table.

The prisoner was taken to solitary and Killer sat back down to finish his dinner. I can't believe how calm he kept through the whole ordeal. After that day, Killer talked to me pretty regularly. When we talked in our cell, he was a different person than he was outside the cell. When outside the cell, he was as hard nosed as possible. Everyone knew he was the leader of his group.

He asked me about Debbie and the kids. He told me he had three grown up kids of his own but of course they never came to see him since he killed their mother. He told me his youngest daughter, Angie, was on his side. She knew her mother was the cause of the family's problems. She wrote to him regularly but he told her not to come and visit. He didn't want other prisoners to see her and maybe put her in some kind of jeopardy. I could tell he really loved his daughter. He smiled when he told me she was a lawyer.

I told him my whole miserable story about how Sandy set me up and also set up Debbie.

"Do you still love her?" Killer asked me.

"Yes, I think so, but at the same time I hate what she did to our family."

"Does she still love you?"

"She says she does, but I can't forgive her."

"Why not? Look where you are now. You've hit bottom, baby. If there was a woman out there who loved me and said she would wait for me, I'd be the happiest man alive."

"But what about the distrust and not believing me and screwing another man? Hell, you killed the man and your wife for the same thing."

"...and I regret it every day of my life. I wish I would have given her a second chance and had my family back. Take it from me, Ray, don't carry the grudge. It will kill you ever so slowly."

Boy, did he give me something to think about. Was he right? What would I do when I got out? I had no job, no future and, right now, no family.

The following month I had a visitor again. Debbie came back. She smiled at me and had tears in her eyes.

"The kids drew you some more pictures." She put them in a tray and I looked at them. They were all pictures of a dad, mom and two kids. I guess the kids still saw us as a family.

"They miss you, Ray. God, I miss you. Will you ever be able to forgive me and we can be a family again? I promise, I'll do whatever it takes. I don't talk to Sandy or Bob anymore after what she did to us. I'm so sorry for not trusting you."

I thought to myself, 'She didn't believe me once so the next time someone says something she'll probably believe them over me again.'

"Deb, I've been doing a lot of thinking. I want to forgive you but I don't know if I can. Seeing you with Bob wasn't something I can get out of my mind. Did you really like him?"

"No, I hated it. That's why I threw up. When you walked in, I saw the look on your face and I got sick. I knew I did the wrong thing to get even when I saw you. Of course I can never take it back. God, I wish I could. I would have never done it if I wasn't so drunk. There is only one man I want and that's you, Ray, the father of our two kids.

A couple of weeks later I had another visitor. Amy came to see me. "Ray, remember I told you that Deb stopped seeing Sandy? I went by the house and I saw Sandy and Bob going into the house. I don't know why they were there so I kept on driving. I just thought you should know."

Here I was confused again. Had Deb lied to me again? I was all ready to forgive her and try to make a life for us again. I know Amy wouldn't lie to me. I would have to find out why Deb would see Susan and Bob again.

It was about a month later when Killer and I were talking and he told me he thought he owed me a favor for what I did for him. He said he was a lawyer before he was in prison and still had a few ties. He was going to see if he could get me out on an early release program.

I didn't know whether to believe him, but he had never lied to me. It may seem odd to say this about a criminal but I respected Killer. I often thought of what a good lawyer he must have been. His speech and stature demanded respect. I knew better than to ask any questions about his statement. I took him for his word.

A few weeks later, I was called up to the warden's office and there was a parole board meeting going on. The warden spoke first.

"Mr. Harper, we have a petition for an early release hearing for you. I don't know who you know but it was suggested we talk with you. After looking at your record, we see you had a rough time getting adjusted for the first few months. Is that correct?"

"Yes, sir, I guess I wasn't cut out for prison life, but I tried to adjust."

"If you got out early, where would you live and how would you survive?"

I had to think quickly. I knew this was a make it or break it question. "Well, Sir, I have a sister who is also my best friend. She and her husband said that when I get released that I could live with them till I could get back on my feet."

"Aren't you married, Mr. Harper?"

"Yes, sir, but we were in the process of a divorce when I was sentenced. As of right now I'm not sure where we stand on the marriage issue. I'm just trying to be honest with you."

"We thank you for your honesty. We knew you were separated and wanted to see how truthful you were with us."

"Sir, as far as work goes, my previous employer said I was a good worker and to come see him when I get released."

"What are your chances of coming back to prison? It makes us look pretty bad when a convict that we release early comes back."

"I promise you, Sir, that I never want to see the inside of these prison walls again."

"Go back to your cell, Mr. Harper, and we will get back to you by the end of the month."

"Yes, sir, and thank you for at least considering me for early release."

I went back to my cell and Killer asked me how it went. I told him what I told the board and asked him if he had anything to do with it.

"You never know but, if you get released early, I'll expect a carton of cigarettes a week be put in my account." He laughed.

Debbie was back a few days later and said that someone from the parole board was at the house. "Are you getting an early release?" she asked.

"What did they want? What did they say?" I asked nervously.

"How we got along and if you could live there. I told them that we were separated but I would welcome you back," she said rather nervously."

I changed the subject. "You told me that you stopped seeing Sandy. Have you been seeing her?"

"She's my sister. I don't see her as often."

I cut her off. "...and Bob, have you seen him lately?"

"Why are you asking me these questions?" She really looked nervous.

"You can't be trusted. You told me you would not see Sandy, but yet she and Bob were at the house. Did you and Bob get it on again? Is that why you're worried about an early release? You tell your fucking lover Bob that when I get out I'm going to finish the job and if you're fucking him at the time, I'll take care of you too."

Deb jumped up and ran out of the visitor's room. I knew that my thoughts were true. I was all ready to go back into the same damn situation that put me here in the first place. I didn't have any intention of killing anyone. I just wanted to put a big scare into them.

I called my sister Amy and she came down to see me. I told her about the conversation with Deb and she told me how sorry she felt for me. She did tell me the parole board came by her place and she told them I was welcome to stay as long as needed. Her husband Kenny was there and mentioned that I was welcome there.

"Do you know if they called Mr. Parker about my job?"

"Yes, they did and he said you could have your old job back. You were one of their best workers."

"God, Amy, you sure got my hopes up. I sure hope I don't get turned down."

"You won't. They told me since you have a place to stay and a job lined up you'll probably be released the first of the month." She started crying.

Amy was right. I got called up and told that I was being released the following week. I was given the name of an attorney who would be handling my case. I was to report to the agency first thing after I got released. I didn't understand why I would be seeing an attorney instead of a parole officer. I was told that the attorney's firm was the one that organized my release. They needed to see me and get my forms filed and would explain my parole situation to me and then they would send me to the parole officer.

I thanked Killer and he reminded me of the cigarettes. I told him they would be there. To be honest, I don't know if he had anything to do with my early parole but it was worth a carton of cigarettes a week just to be free.

As I walked out the front gate, there stood my sister, Amy, crying. I gave her a hug and a light brotherly kiss.

"Welcome back, Bro."

I went to Amy's and her husband greeted me. I knew I was really welcome there. Of course I asked about Debbie, and Amy told me after I had talked to her at the prison that she contacted a lawyer and signed the final dissolution papers.

I guess my thoughts about Deb were right, but now I was a free man.

I knew I had to go see Deb and make arrangements to see my kids. I called over first to make sure she was home. I didn't want any big surprises and end up back in prison. I tried to explain to her that I was not coming over to cause trouble. We could even talk on the front porch. I just wanted to make arrangements to see my kids regularly. She agreed to see me but she said she would call the police if I started any trouble.

When I arrived at the house, my kids came running to me shouting, "Daddy, Daddy, you're back."

I grabbed them and hugged them; God how I missed them. I talked to them for a few minutes and told them to ride their bikes and Mommy and me would sit on the porch and watch them.

"What do you want, Ray? You've made it perfectly clear that we will never be a family again. We are going on with our lives."

"Debbie, they are my kids too and I want them part of my life. I was all set to forgive you but you lied to me once again. You just had to go back with Bob and Sandy. I know what kind of people they are and the type of people they hang with."

"Ray, you were in prison and I got lonely."

"Don't give me that shit! I know you've been fucking around. I don't give a shit who you fuck anymore. Take fucking Bob up your ass if you haven't already. I'm here to tell you that if I find out that my kids are exposed to that perverse lifestyle that I will do everything humanly possible to take them from you. Do you understand? This isn't just some idle threat. My kids mean a lot to me and I want them to have a good life."

"Ray, I would never do anything to hurt my kids...."

"You already have. You broke up our family over fucking Bob. I will keep an eye out to make sure my kids are kept away from such people. I'll be seeing my new lawyer tomorrow and find out what my rights are. I don't trust or believe you anymore. You've showed me your true stripes. I'm over you but we have two kids to raise and I'm going to make sure they are raised in a good environment."

"I promise you, Ray, that I won't be drawn into that lifestyle. Yes, I tried it. I'll admit it but it's not for me or my kids. You'll see. I'm a changed woman."

"I don't trust you and remember, actions speak louder than words."

My kids came up and I talked to them about school and what all they've been doing. I told them that I was living with Aunt Amy but I would be finding a place closer and would be spending more time with them. I kissed and hugged them goodbye and headed back to Amy's.

The next morning I headed to the law firm that represented me. It felt kind of odd going there. I hadn't even talked to the lawyer that got me an early release. I walked up to the receptionist and pulled out the card I was given by the parole board.

"May I speak to Mr. A.J. Brady please? I have an appointment; I'm Ray Harper."

The receptionist smiled at me. "Ms. Brady will see you shortly. Please be seated, Mr. Harper."

I asked myself if she said Ms. Brady? The card said, "A.J. Brady" so I just assumed it was a man. I was sitting there wondering when a beautiful woman approached me in a navy blue dress suit. She had a smile and dimples and dark shoulder length brunette hair. I couldn't help staring at her as she reached out her hand to greet me.

"Ray Harper, I presume," she said, as she held out her hand to shake mine.

"I'm A.J. Brady. I know we haven't met but I was asked to look at your - should I say - situation, and found you didn't have a fair defense and the rest we will talk about. Will you please follow me into my office? Mary, I don't want to be disturbed. Please take messages on any calls I get and tell them I'll get back to them."

"Yes, Ms. Brady," replied the receptionist.

I followed her into her office. I would have followed her over a cliff if she would have asked. She was one good looking woman.

"Well, Mr. Harper, we finally meet."

"Please call me Ray, if you don't mind. I owe you my life and I don't have any idea why you did it."

"Mr. Harper ... I mean Ray, ... a good friend of mine asked me to look into your case. Your lawyer let you plead guilty instead of trying to help you out. You had a lot if mitigating circumstances that he never brought up. You had just signed your divorce papers. The man who was part of the cause of your divorce came into the place where you were. You weren't really of sound mind at the time. These factors and others would have gotten you a lesser sentence. Granted, you did the assault but your sentence was too harsh. I pointed this out to the parole board and they somewhat agreed with me."

I asked, "Why, Ms. Brady? Why me? Who asked you to help me? Can I call you something other than Ms. Brady? After all I feel you saved my life and gave me my life back."

"Look, Ray, I was asked to help you and I did. Is it that important that you know who hired me? As far as my name goes, I guess you can call me A.J."

"I befriended a man in prison. They called him Killer; he told me he would help me get an early release. He also told me he had a daughter he loved named Angie and that she was a lawyer. I was wondering if that beautiful daughter he talked about was you."

My new lawyer eyes were glistening. She looked at me eye to eye and said, "Yes, Killer ... I mean, Dave ... my father's name is Dave and he asked me to look into your case. He has never asked me to do that before so he must have really liked you. I was surprised when he asked but I would do anything for my father."

"A.J., can I call you Angie? I know we just met and you are my lawyer but you are way too pretty for me to call you A.J. and I sure don't want to call you Ms. Brady. What does A.J. stand for anyway?"

"Anjolina Juanita Brady is the name I go by. Now you know why I chose A.J. Look, Ray, we have a number of things we need to talk over..."

"Would you have lunch with me?" I asked.

"Ray, I don't date clients."

"This isn't a date; it's lunch. I have to go to work in a couple of hours and I need to eat. If you don't want to call it a date, then you can pay for it and call it a business meeting. You do take clients to lunch once in awhile, don't you?"

Angie was smiling and her big dimples were showing. "No wonder Dad liked you. Yes, I do take clients to lunch and I do eat. Let me tell Mary we will be leaving and then we can go to lunch."

I watched her get up. She was a very nice looking woman. She had looks and a personality; that was something you don't often find in an attorney.

We headed out to lunch and went to a really nice quiet restaurant. After ordering lunch she explained to me about seeing my parole officer. She told me he was a pretty decent guy but I would have to follow the rules and not to get into trouble. I was to meet with him twice a month for a couple of months and then once a month for the rest of the year.

"Angie, you know everything there is about me. Are you going to tell me anything about yourself?"

"Ray, I don't think it would be appropriate to talk to you about my personal life."

"You're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and I love to see your dimples when you smile."

"Ray, please, I told you I don't date clients, but thank you for the compliments." She couldn't help turning a bit red.

"Tell me about your law degree, that's business. I have a right to know that as a client."

She was trying to hold back a smile. "Okay, Ray, I have a law degree that I received from the University on a scholarship. I've been an attorney for a few years now. My specialty is in criminal law."

Our lunch arrived and we began eating. I couldn't help myself; my thoughts were all about Angie.

"Will I see you again, Angie?"

"As a matter of fact you have to come back next week to fill out the papers that you get from your parole officer."

"Can we do lunch again? I'll even buy." I could tell she was softening up a little.

"Okay, but it's a lunch to discuss business only." She couldn't help smiling.

After lunch we went back to the office. When she held out her hand to say goodbye, I just held hers in both of my hands for a few seconds. I had to wonder what she was thinking. I hoped she wasn't thinking I was some kind of kook. We said our goodbyes and I told her I was already looking forward to lunch next week. Her receptionist glanced at her and smiled. I guess clients didn't approach their lawyers like this too often. But again most lawyers didn't look like Angie.

I started back to work and it really felt great. In no time at all I was doing my job. I guess it's like riding a bike. Just get back on and start riding. Most of the guys I used to work with were still there. It's as though they had a newfound respect for me. No one messed with me.

The next two Mondays in a row I had an appointment with Angie. She tried to keep it business but I wanted to know more about her. The fourth week we were together she told me we were done with our business transactions.

"Are you still my attorney?" I asked.

"Why of course, if you ever have a problem all you need to do is call me," she said.

"Angie, I'm afraid I have to fire you. I'm so sorry."

"What? Fire me, in God's name what has gotten into you. I helped you get out of prison and I haven't charged you anything and you want to fire me?"

"Yes, you said you won't date your clients and I want a real date with you. I want to take you out for a real dinner and maybe dancing. I want to really get to know you. I know I'm an ex-con and a factory worker, but I want to get to know you better. I think you feel the same about me too because the last three weeks I could have phoned in the information you asked for. I think you want to see me also."

"Ray, I'm sorry, I don't know what to say. Yes, I'm slightly attracted to you, but..."

"It's the ex-con and the factory worker thing, isn't it? You don't think we should be together."

"No, no, that's not it at all. You are my client, I'm your attorney. What will people think?"

"Who cares! Just go out with me once. If you don't have a good time, then you'll know not to go again. Follow your heart; go out with me Saturday night. Look, I know I'm freshly out of prison and have been locked up for awhile. I don't know where this is going but I'm willing to give it a chance."

"Oh, God, I know I shouldn't do this but I'll go once. I'll tell you right now, don't try to get me to sleep with you. Oh, God, I can't believe I said that," replied Angie.

We went out that Saturday. I borrowed my sister's car. I didn't want to take Angie out in my old truck. She had given me her address and it was a town house. I knocked on her door and when she answered I saw the most gorgeous woman. I know all men see women differently. In my eyes she looked stunning, yet pretty. I wanted to grab her and hold her right then and there. I knew I had to be a gentleman but it was going to be hard. We went to a fancy restaurant and ordered wine and then dinner. We decided to talk a little after dinner while listening to the music.

"Angie, tell me about yourself. Where did you grow up? You must have been married because your last name is different than your dad's. Please tell me about yourself. You know my life like a book."

"Ray, my dad and mom didn't get along really well. Of course, you know the outcome. Dad's been in prison for fourteen years now. My brother and sister and I were raised by our aunts and uncles. I'm the youngest and I was fourteen when all this took place. It was really hard on all of us. My brother and sister haven't really forgiven Dad. They love him but they just can't forgive him.

"I knew Mom was cheating on him and I told him about it. I confronted Mom but she told me I was just a kid and didn't know what I was talking about. She told me someday I might really learn about life. That's when I mentioned it to Dad. Two weeks later is when he caught her with another man. I partially blame myself. If I would have kept quiet then it might not have happened."

"Angie, you don't know that. You aren't responsible for your mom's death or your dad's incarceration. They were adults and you were a kid trying to do the right thing."

"After dad was incarcerated, I decided I was going to go to college and try and become a lawyer and maybe I could help my dad get a lighter sentence. It's the reason I chose criminal law. Of course there wasn't much wiggle room in Dad's case. He was a brilliant lawyer himself and told me how proud he was of me but there wasn't much I could do to help him."

"Were you married before or is it none of my business?" I asked Angie.

"Both. I was married for a short time and it isn't any of your business." She smiled at me when she told me that.

"Ray, can we talk about this another time? I don't want to put a downer on this evening. I'm having a nice time with you."

"Would you like to dance? I have two left feet but it will give me a chance to hold you."

We got up and I asked the band if they would play a few slow numbers in a row. I took Angie in my arms and we danced. I held her close and smelled the scent in her hair.

"Ray, you should know that I don't date much. Because of the people I deal with, I have a rather large distrust of men. I'm just trying to be honest with you. If my dad wouldn't have sent you to me, I probably wouldn't be here tonight."

"I'm going to send your dad an extra carton of cigarettes. Angie, you're the nicest thing that has ever come my way. I'll do whatever it takes to get you to trust me. If I overstep my bounds, just tell me and I'll pull back."

When I took her home that night, I kissed her at the door. Afterwards she just stared at me. She leaned forward and kissed me again.

"Can I come in, Angie?"

"No, Ray, too fast, too soon, not tonight."

"Will you see me again, say next Saturday?"

"That might be a possibility. Call me around Thursday."

I went home a very happy man. We did go out the following Saturday and the Saturday after that. She told me more about herself.

"Ray, I want you to know more about me if we are going to keep seeing each other. I'm not going to hide anything from you. I'm not made that way. As I told you, I was married before. It was during my first year of college. This guy and I thought we loved each other and of course made love. I got pregnant and we decided to get married.

"We got a Justice of the Peace and he married us. We soon both knew that our marriage wasn't working out. We were too young. I had a miscarriage and my husband and I talked it over and knew we had made a mistake and got a divorce. I kept the last name Brady because my dad said I should so it would distance me from his last name of Miller. Of course that was my maiden name."

I felt so good that she was finally confiding in me. She asked me about my kids and I told her that they wanted to meet her. I mentioned that I had talked about her to them and my daughter kept asking to meet her.

"Angie, would you like to meet my sister and my two kids? We are having a family barbeque and you're invited. It will be a week from Saturday."

I knew this would be a giant step for us if she agreed to come. Meeting my family was the first step in us becoming closer.

She was looking everywhere but at me. I knew she knew this was a big step. She took a very deep breath and then looked me in the eyes. She then leaned forward and kissed me. This was the first time she had ever kissed me first like this. As she backed away she took another deep breath.

"Okay, Ray, count me in. What do you want me to bring?"

I had no idea what women did at these cookouts. I told her I would have Amy call her. When I told Amy about Angie coming to the family cookout, the number of family members who were coming to the cookout increased. They all wanted to meet the new lady in my life. My mom and dad were coming as well as some cousins and aunts and uncles. Angie did say she would make potato salad. I remember Amy telling me how sweet Angie sounded when she called her. I think she was hoping that something might happen between us. I knew I did.

I stopped by Deb's house every other weekend to pick up my kids. I would take them over to Amy's or we would go out somewhere. It was fun being with them. I did question them about their mother but always tried to do it in a nice way. Kyle told me that their mom had gone out with a man. It bothered me at first until Kayla told me it was a school teacher. His name was Pat and he taught health class and was a soccer coach.

I did ask Deb about him and she said, "I told you I'm trying to turn my life around. Pat's a nice guy. His wife died of leukemia two years ago. He moved here to start over. He has a fifteen year old daughter and Kyle and Kayla like her."

"One thing I want to tell you, Deb. Your lying and cheating ruined it between us. If you care for this man, treat him right and above all be honest with him. Don't mess it up like you did between us."

"Pat likes our kids and treats them good. He knows about you and understands that you're their father. I hope it works out for us. I hope I didn't ruin it for you and all women. You are a good man, Ray, and I know you'll find the right woman. I'm just sorry for all the hurt I caused you."

I said my goodbyes and drove home. I had found a small apartment about a mile from where Deb and the kids live. I found one with two bedrooms so the kids would have a place to stay when they are with me. I still stop by Amy's a couple of times a week, usually to eat but I like visiting with them also.

When the day of the barbecue came, I was a nervous mess. I was standing out in the street waiting for Angie to show up. I felt so relieved when her car pulled up. She smiled at me and handed me a bowl.

"Potato salad and you better eat some," she smiled at me.

She looked beautiful. I don't think she could look bad in my eyes. I just felt so good when I was around her. I knew I was falling in love with her even though we never did any more than kiss. Some things you just know. I was just hoping she had some feelings for me too.

I introduced her to everyone as a good friend of mine. When I introduced her to Mom and Dad, she smiled and gave them each a hug. Dad said right in front of her, "Don't let this one go, Ray. We already love her and don't even know her."

Angie looked at me and just smiled. I took that as a positive feedback. When I introduced her to Amy, they both looked at me.

"Ray, I never told you but I met your sister when I was interviewing people for your early release. I didn't tell you because the subject never came up till now. I had no idea that we would become friends. I told you I would never lie to you. That's why I'm telling you now. Amy and I have not talked since the parole interview until she called me about the potato salad."

"Is there anyone else you talked to that I should know about?"

"Yes, Deb, your ex-wife, Sue and, of course, Bob. I did talk to your boss at work to make sure you would have a job. The people who witnessed the bar fight and, of course, the police who arrested you. I did it all in the capacity of being your attorney. I had no idea that I would be falling for you. After all, I had never met you. I'm sorry for not disclosing all this to you but I really wasn't supposed to tell you all this. You were my client and I needed to find out the truth before I could be behind you. If you want me to leave, please tell me and I will go."

"Go? Leave? You just told me that you were falling for me, that's all I heard." I grabbed her and kissed her, then put my arm around her and introduced her to the rest of the family.

I told Angie that I would be back in a few minutes. I had to go get my kids. They were dying to meet her. When I got back Kayla walked up and introduced herself to Angie.

"Hi there. I'm Kayla. Are you daddy's girlfriend? You sure are pretty, just like daddy said."

"Hi, Kayla. You can call me Angie or A.J. You are a very pretty girl yourself. It's so nice to meet you."

Kayla said, "Come over and meet my big brother. He's ten and afraid of girls. Kyle, this is A.J., Daddy's friend."

I watched Kyle shake Angie's hand. She knelt down so she could talk to the kids on their level. I could tell by the three of them talking that they were going to be friends. I went over and joined them.

"We like her, Daddy; she's so pretty and nice," Kyle, who wasn't exactly a talker, said to me. Again, Angie just looked at me and smiled.

The barbecue was great. Toward the end of the evening, I was talking with Angie when Kyle and Kayla came up to us. "Dad, you know how you said we were going to the amusement park in two weeks? Can Angie come with us? That way when me and Kayla are riding rides you will have someone to talk to."

I tried to explain to Kyle that he should ask stuff like that in private. Maybe Angie had other plans or doesn't like amusement parks. He looked at Angie and apologized to her.

"I'm sorry, Angie; I didn't know you didn't like amusement parks."

Angie started to laugh. She knelt down and said to Kyle. "Honey, what your dad means is that you should ask him questions like that in private, before asking me. As far as amusement parks go, I love them and I would love to go if it's alright with your dad. Maybe you and I can ride the roller coaster together."

Needless to say we all went to the amusement park and the kids rode everything they could. Angie kept her promise to Kyle and rode the roller coaster with him. She also rode the Ferris Wheel with Kayla.

On the way home Kayla said to me. "Dad, you have to buy a car instead of your truck. You can't expect Angie to use her car all the time because we can't all fit in your truck." It made both Angie and me start laughing, but the girl did have a point.

I didn't get to see much of Angie in the next couple of weeks. I had to work a couple of weekends and she was busy in court. We did talk a couple of times on the phone, but it just wasn't the same.

I picked up the kids one Saturday and we decided to go to Chucky Cheese. It was a pizza joint for kids. Besides the pizza they had all kind of games where you win tokens and get little prizes. We were at the house when Kayla asked me if she could call Angie and ask her to come with us. I didn't want to disappoint her so I said I would give Angie a call.

I called, "Angie, it's Ray. Kayla asked me to give you a call. What are you doing this evening?"

"Oh, hi, Ray. I was going out with a few friends. Why?"

"Nothing. Have a nice time."

"Ray, you said Kayla wanted to ask me something. Please hand her the phone."

"It's nothing, Angie..."

"Yes, it's something. Please hand Kayla the phone."

I could only hear one side of the conversation. "Hi, Angie. Dad is going to take me and Kyle to Chucky Cheese for pizza and games. We wanted to know if you wanted to come with us. ...yeah ... ok, I'll tell him,... we miss you too. ...okay, bye."

I felt sorry for Kayla. "I'm sorry, Honey, but she already had plans."

"What do you mean, Daddy? She said she would be here in half an hour. She told me to tell you about getting a car so she doesn't have to use her car all the time. Oh, yeah, Dad, she said she misses us."

That evening after we got back from the pizza place, where the kids each won half a dozen stuffed animals thanks to Angie and her game skills, I dropped the kids off at their mom's house. Angie told me it was about time we got to know each other more intimately. We went to my apartment and sat on the couch.

"Angie, you do know that I love you, don't you?"

"I wouldn't be here right now if I thought anything else. I want you to make love to me. It's been a long time since I trusted any man. All I ask is that you be caring and gentle. I don't want to be used; I want to be made love to."

We started on the couch and made our way into the bedroom. We did everything we wanted from me massaging her feet to licking whipped cream off her belly, and everything in between. We spent half the night caressing, massaging, and making love. I actually felt best when I could hold her after making love to her. It was so nice to cuddle and hold her close; it had been so long since I had done that. She ended up spending the whole night.

I got up before her and made us some French toast. She came out of the bedroom in one of my t-shirts. "That shirt never had it so good," I said to her. I couldn't believe she looked great even in the morning. She took a quick shower and we sat down and talked.

"Angie, what's next for us? You know I love you and my kids love you and all my family loves you."

"What do you want to happen next, Ray? There I go talking like a lawyer. We've only known each other for a few months and made love for the first time last night."

"I know it's only been a few months but I want you in my life everyday. If we haven't made love enough, we can go back in the bedroom and spend the day there." Angie had to smile at that remark.

"Angie, I want you to be my wife. Will you marry me?"

Angie had tears in her eyes. "Ray, so you know, I don't take love lightly. I made a mistake once like I told you. Yes, I'll marry you. I want you to know that I will always be there for you and the kids. I know what you went through in your first marriage. I will always be honest with you and will never cheat on you. I will expect the same from you." She came to me and kissed me very passionately.

"Honey, what's the matter? You look happy but yet sad," I asked her.

"It's my thoughts about my dad and how happy I think he'll be. Most young girls think about that special wedding day. How they would dress in their white gown and be walked down the aisle by their father and given to their husband. I know that will never happen with me and it makes me sad." She