Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Cheating, .
Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Teenagers are not always blind to the adult world of marriage, and Jodi sees how his wife is treating him and then discovers her long-term plan, she steps up to claim the husband for her own.
Our neighborhood was a thirty-year old subdivision carved from an old farm on the outskirts of town with about two hundred houses of various designs. Most were seeing their second or third generation of owners, so the demographics included everything from senior citizens to young couples with babies. It was a great place to live, especially since we had a park, a community center and swimming pool, and a ball field. And behind the subdivision were a few hundred acres of wooded land with a creek that was owned by the developer's land trust. It had been saved from future development in his will and was to remain as it was for at least the next fifty years. It was crisscrossed with trails and a few bridges crossing the creek, but still maintained a wilderness quality that enticed the younger children and served as a close place to experience camping, fishing, and the great outdoors.
We had plenty of friends and playmates living close by so it was normal for us to be at someone's house and spend the night. In fact, the group that I normally was hanging out with gathered at Jennifer and Tommy's house. Their parents worked so we pretty much had the house to ourselves and, as long as we cleaned and kept things straightened up, we had the freedom to do pretty much whatever.
Jennifer and I had been friends since the second grade when my parents moved into the subdivision and we were in the same class at school. Tommy, her older brother by a year, was a nice guy and always respected our privacy, allowing us to be girls, especially now that we were teenagers and our group had grown to almost a dozen girls. I think that he was sweet on a few of us which made him be extra nice when we were invading and occupying his home.
Their parents were nice, especially their dad who was a computer guru and would always find time to help us with any of our computer problems, including fixing them when they broke. He was about six feet tall, not fat, but not skinny either, with dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a pair of geek glasses, you know the black, plastic-framed ones that looked like they belonged in another generation. Their mother was a professional woman who ran a human resources office downtown for some big firm. She was more business-like and aloof, but when she had a few glasses of wine, she would sit and talk with the girls. Jennifer would just roll her eyes and ignore her mother, later telling us that she spent more time with her job-related friends than she did her own family.
One thing that bothered me was how Carla, Jennifer's mother, talked about and to her husband. She acted and talked like he was some kind of an idiot, many times calling him stupid and belittling his job. She also made it plain that she made much more money than he did and had a more important career.
Keep in mind that I was around this family most of my life, so I saw and heard things that upset me, but also taught me lessons in life, including how to spot that someone did not love their spouse. It was the opposite atmosphere at my house where Mom was nuts about Dad and was not bashful about displays of affection. And Dad was just as mad about Mom, always patting her on the butt or grabbing her and kissing her like they were newlyweds. Sometimes it was embarrassing, but then after I realized that my parents were deeply in love and that Jennifer's parents were just occupying the same house, it didn't bother me any more. In fact, I was proud of my parents for their holding onto what was important.
Late one night Mom came into my room wearing a very sexy negligee and sat down on the edge of my bed. I spun my chair around from my computer where I was writing in my diary and couldn't keep from smiling.
"What?" she asked, slightly embarrassed.
"Hey, as hot as I think you look in that sexy thing, I can only imagine what it does to Dad!" I replied, laughing.
"Oh, it does wonders for him—and me, too!" she replied in a sultry voice, and then started giggling like a teenager.
"I know! The walls in this house are paper thin and I hear lots of noise coming from your bedroom just about every night!" I chided. "It's better than watching porn!"
"Oh, honey, your daddy knows how to please a woman, but then, I know how to please him, too! Too many women are afraid of being a slut in the bedroom because they think it will diminish the way their husband sees them in the living room, but they are dead wrong! If a man isn't entertained and treated like he's the most important man in the world in the bedroom, it's hard to convince people that he's anything more than a name on a piece of paper."
"I've seen that, too," I said sadly. "Jennifer's Mom--"
"Carla's a whore!" Mom said harshly. "I've known her and Gary since high school and I still haven't figured out why she married him, much less how she got her claws into him and dragged him to the altar. She was cheating on him while they were engaged." She paused. "I guess I had better not go there. Just remember how she treats Gary and don't ever even think about mistreating your husband like that because if you do, I'll personally sell your ass to the white sex trade!" She laughed, adding, "Well, not really, but you get my point."
"Yeah, I get it, Mom," I replied, pausing for a minute as I thought about how to ask my question.
Sensing that I had a question, Mom said, "Just spit it out, Jodie. You're old enough to ask any question and get a straight answer."
"Okay, here's my question. Is sex REALLY that good? I mean, I hear you and Dad and besides making me so horny that I can't stand it, it makes me wonder why anyone would mistreat their spouse when they can get that much enjoyment from having sex. It doesn't make sense!"
Mom's eyes got real big as she smiled and leaned back on her hands onto my bed.
"Oh honey, you have no idea! Your daddy rocks my world every time we get together and I try to drain him dry because of what he does to me!" she responded, her face getting red as she plopped onto her back on my bed, bouncing as she spread her legs and shook her feet like she was shocked with electricity. "Sex with the right guy is out of this world!"
"MOM! YOU'RE NOT WEARING ANY PANTIES!!" I screamed, her femininity on clear display.
"OOPS!! Sorry about that! I just came from cleaning up after--"
"I KNOW, MOM!!! I have been listening to you and Dad for the last hour!"
Mom sat up and held her knees together, looking at me with a guilty face.
Ours eyes met and we both burst out laughing.
When we finally stopped laughing, she got off of my bed and held out her arms to me. I stood and we hugged, with Mom quickly kissing me tenderly on my lips.
"Honey, many women think that they 'owe' their husband time in the sack, so they have sex out of obligation. That makes them nothing more than prostitutes, and eventually, they will walk away from a very good man because they can't stand themselves. If they don't leave, they make life miserable for their husbands, using sex as a tool to get what they want until it doesn't work any more, and their husband walks out. More marriages are ruined by women's attitudes toward sex than are ruined by external problems like finances, family, and other issues. If a couple loves each other and keeps loving each other, their relationship can handle anything because infidelity will not be one of their problems. Understand?"
"Yeah, I think I do. Thanks, Mom," I said, returning her kiss with one of my own.
"Good! Now, put your headphones on and turn your music up because talking about all of this has made me horny, so I'm going to go attack your father again!" she said, snickering as she winked at me right before she closed my bedroom door.
I didn't put on my music or my headphones. Instead, I stripped off my clothes, pulled back my bedcovers, and laid down on my bed, waiting for my parents to give me all of the inspiration that I needed to pretend I was with my own boyfriend or husband and he was rocking my world.
A few days later, Jennifer came over to my house, wondering if I was mad at her because I had not been to her house in several days. She looked like she was on the verge of tears.
"NO!" I assured her, hugging her close and kissing her cheek.
She came in the house and we sat and talked for a couple of hours as she cried and told me things that her mother had said and how she was looking forward to Jennifer and Tommy graduating from school so that she could make the next step in her plan.
"What plan?" I asked.
"Yeah, that's what I asked, too, but she wouldn't tell me other than once Tommy and I were in college, she planned on taking a new job that she was promised. Other than that she wouldn't say, but she did tell me that she had already said too much, and for me not to say anything to Dad."
"So your dad doesn't have a clue," I said, almost to myself.
"Sounds like it," she replied. "But it doesn't make sense to me. Why would she marry a guy and then have two children, and then treat him like she does and make plans without him knowing anything about them? Why would she do that?"
I didn't know what to say, but I knew that, from what Mom had said to me, it had to be that she didn't love him, that the marriage was just a convenience and a sham.
"Jennifer, do you know much about when your parents got married? I mean, did they have to?" I asked.
"I don't think so. I know that Dad was taking college classes while he was still in high school and had so many credits that by the time Mom graduated from high school the year after he did, he was almost graduating from college. I think he graduated that December. Mom started college after they got married in August, and then had to quit when Tommy was born, but that was two years later. She finished her degree by the time we started school. Then, once we were in school, she started working half days for a while, and then started full time. That's when grandma had to baby sit us after school."
"So, what do you think happened? I mean, they had to have had sex to have you and Tommy."
"I don't know, and from the way she treats Dad, I wonder if she even loves him!"
"Your dad's a sweetie," I said without thinking. 'He doesn't deserve to be treated the way she treats him."
"I agree, but I can't do anything about it. And I'm afraid to talk to him about Mom," Jenny confessed.
"Come on. Let's go shopping and stop talking about all of this negative stuff!" I suggested after a few minutes of silence as Jennifer daubed her eyes with a tissue.
"Sounds good to me! I want to go to that lingerie store and get some really sexy undies to wear on my dates with Jerry," she said, her face turning red as she started giggling.
"Oh, so Jerry gets to see your undies?" I chided.
"Oh, Jodie, he gets to more than see them! We've been 'doing it' for over two months!" she confided.
"YOU HAVE!??!" I gasped. "Why didn't you tell me? What's it like?"
Pretending a swoon, Jennifer plopped back down on the sofa and threw her hands out as if exhausted.
"It wasn't so good at first, but I've managed to train him and now it's, it's, well, let's just say that every time he sends me over the top, it feels like I have died and gone to heaven!"
Time went by and I went on a few dates, including one with Tommy, although I had to ask him out. It was a disaster. He kissed me when he dropped me off at my house, and then backed off and looked at me strangely.
"I'm sorry, Jodie, but kissing you is like kissing my sister. I thought it would be, well, whistles and bells because I've always thought you were special, and I've loved you for a long time, but, like I said, it was like kissing my sister," he confessed.
I wanted to run into the house and just die, and tears started fighting to explode from my eyes.
"I'm sorry, Jodie. I do love you," he said, drawing me back into his arms and holding me as he rubbed my back, "but not like a girlfriend, or even like a friend. You're more like another sister. I love you with all of my heart, and would rather die than hurt you or let anyone else hurt you. Please forgive me, please???"
I looked into his eyes, tears still streaming down my face and all I saw was love, love that was deep and true, but the love of a brother, not a boyfriend.
He held me with one arm as he dug in his pocket and produced a clean handkerchief. I started to take it from him, but he silently shook his head and with tenderness and caring dried my eyes and wiped away my smeared makeup.
"I must look a mess," I said, chuckling.
"No, you're beautiful, and sweet, and very caring," he said, and you have a sexy smile that lights up your eyes, and you are going to make some very lucky guy a great girlfriend and wife someday, but you will always be 'my little sister by another mother'. Is that okay?"
Struggling because he was still holding me in his strong arms, I managed to get my arms loose from where they were folded between us and wrapped them around his neck, and then kissed him on the cheek.
"Thank you for telling me the truth, Tommy."
He kissed me on the forehead and held me tighter, not saying anything.
"I have known for a long time that there was something special between us, and it wouldn't have taken much for me to give myself to you," I said honestly.
Tommy looked at me and tears began to flow down his face, but he said nothing.
"But you are right: it would have been like making love to my own brother. I realize that now. Can I ask you one big favor?"
"Anything, Jodie," he sniffled, "anything at all."
"Will you always hold me like this when I need a hug?"
"I will always be available to hold you anytime you need to be held," he whispered, trying hard to look in my eyes, but the tears fogging both of our visions. "And I will always love you, Jodie, no matter what. Always."
Jennifer called me about an hour later and told me that Tommy had come home in tears and told her everything that had happened and what he said. We talked and talked until we had talked it out, agreeing on one thing: Tommy was just like his dad, a man of integrity and deep passion.
"I've gotta go. It's after one AM and I need to go check on our brother," Jennifer said.
"Okay. Good night, sis. And would you give our brother a hug for me?"
"Sure thing, sis."
Later Jennifer sent me the following text message:
"Tommy still upset and crying. I'm going to hold him until he goes to sleep. He said to tell his other sister that he loves her."
Years later, Tommy told me that the reason he was so upset that night was because he felt like he had let me down by not being romantically in love with me, and that his greatest fear was that I would not be his friend any more.
Little did we know that night what the future held.
I did find a boyfriend and we dated for a while, and I actually thought that he loved me like I thought I loved him, however, after we had sex a few times, I heard by way of the grapevine that he was bragging about having taken me and assured several of his friends that I would be easy pickings.
Wrong. In fact, "the fellowship of teenage girls" brought about a drought that lasted for a long, long time for him and his friends. A few days afterwards, the guy came to school looking like he had fought a title match with George Foreman and lost. When asked what happened, he wouldn't say. I thought I had a pretty good idea, but when I asked Tommy about it, he denied any knowledge of the incident.
I gave him a not-so-sisterly kiss and a hug anyway and said thank you.
A week or so later, Jennifer called me crying because she had been warned by several girl friends that Jerry had been bragging about having sex with her and had been heard laughing with his friends that he bet he could get her to share if they were interested, but it would cost them. Earlier that same day, several guys had come up to Jennifer and, after trying to inappropriately touch her, asked her out on a date. She refused them and they made crude and vulgar remarks and manhandled her as she tried to fight them off. Later, when Jerry walked up to her after school, she exploded angrily, slapped him as hard as she could, kneed him in the groin (making good contact with his family jewels), and then told him to never speak to her again. Storming off, her anger evident to everyone within range, she saw her brother and ran to min, dropping her books and collapsing in tears into his arms.
Jennifer and I talked and cried, and later met and went shopping. (For those who do not understand, shopping is therapy for the female gender!)
Interesting, the next day, Jerry was not at school. In fact, he was out the following day, too, a Friday, missing a basketball game, and did not return to school until Monday. By that time his beaten, bruised, and broken body had had time to heal sufficiently that he didn't look like he had spent "Seven Minutes in Hell" with Chuck Norris. He avoided Jennifer and no one else made any snide remarks or comments.
One Friday evening while I was hanging out at Jennifer's house, fate dealt me another of those timely blows, one that answered questions and helped me make some decisions.
It was almost nine o'clock and I had decided to go home in a few minutes if Jennifer didn't get off the telephone with her latest boyfriend. Tommy and I were watching a chick flick on a cable channel while cuddled-up on the sofa. We did that quite often now that neither of us had someone we were seeing and it was nice to have a cuddle-buddy who wasn't an octopus, although I still would have let Tommy do anything he wanted, but he never even hinted at doing anything inappropriate.
Carla, his mom, came home, supposedly from work reeking of tobacco smoke and alcohol. I had never seen her like that before and asked Tommy about it. He just shook his head and said that she had been coming home later and later and a lot of times, especially on Friday nights, she was well on her way to being drunk. She went to her bedroom, returning a few minutes later dressed in a long nightgown and robe. After making a stop in the kitchen, she came into the living room and dropped into one of the overstuffed chairs, a bottle of wine in one hand and a glass in the other one.
"I'm going to bed," Tommy said abruptly, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek as we untangled ourselves. "You want to finish watching the movie with me?"
"No, I'm about ready to go home anyway," I replied.
"Your girlfriend's turning you down, big boy!" Carla drunkenly said, laughing. "You must be like your father, all talk and no do!"
"It's not like that! We're just friends!" Tommy sharply replied.
"Not even friends with benefits?"
Tommy rolled his eyes and then looked at me and said, "Let me know when you want to go home and I'll walk you home."
"Thank you, Tommy, I will," I replied with a smile. That was one of the little things he had done for a long time, saying that he just wanted to make sure that I got home safely, not that there had ever been any problems in our neighborhood. I think it was just because he just wanted to do it, so I let him.
Carla opened the bottle of wine and poured the glass full, then set it on the coffee table and leaned back in the chair, at first sipping, and then gulping the drink until the glass was empty, which she promptly refilled.
"Men!" she said, the alcohol definitely affecting her speech. "Men; can't fuck without them, but it sure is fun to fuck with them! They're all such little boys, always sniffing around for some pussy, but never knowing what it's gonna cost them. Then they get mad when they see the price tag!"
"It's not like that with all guys," I offered.
"Yes it is, girly! They're all after one thing, and we girls have it, and they will sell their souls to get it. I ought to know! That's how I got me a husband and that's how I got a college degree, and that's how I got the big corner office with all of its perks! Does that shock you?"
"Kinda," I replied. "I thought that sex was for sharing your love and having babies."
"Oh, girl, you have been sadly misinformed!" she declared, waving her glass around and spilling some of its contents. "Sex is a commodity and it can either be given away like candy on Halloween or it can be traded like stocks and bonds on Wall Street. Honey, that little hole between your legs is worth millions if you learn how to market it. Men want to get in it and they will pay whatever the market will bear, especially if you learn how to make them think it's the best they will ever have. It's like fish guts: catch the right fish and its expensive caviar, but if you don't catch the right fish, it's just bait. I learned from my dear, deceased mom that a woman's pussy is he key to getting anything she wants."
"I just don't think that's right, Carla. All men aren't like that."
"Oh, they are, Jodie, they are. And if you play them right, you can get anything that you want," she said coldly, emptying and refilling the wine glass again. "I needed a college education, but I had neither the grades nor the money to go to college, and neither did my family. I found out that the geekiest guy in school couldn't buy attention from a girl, but he already had a part-time job working on and building computers, so he had money, and, he was already halfway through college and hadn't even finished high school. He was a walking gold mine waiting to be mined!"
She laughed, leaning back in the overstuffed chair and downed another glass of wine.
"So I went for the gold, and I got exactly what I wanted: a guy that would pay my way through college for a little pussy. Along the way, I took out a little insurance policy so that he couldn't just dump me and find a cheaper piece. A man can cheaply divorce a wife, but a wife with a couple of kids can take him to the fucking cleaners! It's cheaper for him to stay and be treated like shit than it is to divorce her and pay through the nose every month! Men are such fools and pansies, and like I said, once they've had a piece of fine pussy, they'll do whatever it takes to keep getting it."
She was on a drunken roll, so I figured now was the only chance I would have to uncover her plans for the future.
"So you're saying that once you had your education and your 'insurance policy', all you have to do is give him a little every now and then to keep him happy?"
"OH HELL NO! I cut him off as fast as I could after Jennifer was born! Once he saw that little girl, the look in his eyes told me that I had nothing to worry about. I gave him a son to continue his family lineage, something that's real important to men for some reason, and then I gave him a daughter to lock the door. Something about daddies and daughters that I will never understand. Mine left when I was just a baby, so I don't give a shit, but most daughters have their daddies wrapped around their little finger from the day they are born, and their daddies know it and don't care! It's strange, but it works to my advantage."
"You plan to leave him after your kids are grown?"
"Nah, as long as he wants to hang around, I'll let him, but he's poked this pussy the last time. I have plenty of REAL MEN that will make it more than worth my while to let them have some of me. How else do you think I got the corner office? It wasn't anything but my 'on-th-job' performances' like helping the big boss to seal that million dollar deal, and keeping him happy while his wife plays him like a piano, and keeping him company during cold nights on the road." She paused to down another glass of wine, then added, "Nah, when he's all worn out and can't work any more, I'll kick him to the curb and take half of everything, including his retirement that he's been socking back, and I'll retire to Florida where it's sunny beaches, hot men, and always party time."
"Sounds like you have it all planned out," I commented, my sneer interpreted as laughter in her alcohol-addled mind. "So the plan has fallen into place and you have enough money to live well for a long time, huh?"
"Oh, yeah!" she bragged. "My paychecks and bonuses have all been mine and I've played my cards well." She looked around, and then leaned forward as if to tell a secret. "One of my regulars, I can't call him a boyfriend because he's married and I'm just giving him pussy in exchange for stock tips, is a successful stock broker and he has helped me to turn every penny into dollars. Another one of my regulars is a man who makes million dollar sells every few weeks. He and I have an agreement and besides keeping him very happy, I help him close the deals, so I get a sales commission, plus I get to fuck some of the most important men in the business world. These guys are used to making deals, so they really know how to negotiate, if you know what I mean. Most of the time I get a nice fat stack of cash from them, too, for sweetening their deal. In other words, I'm the negotiator and my pussy does the negotiating!" She laughed drunkenly. "And Gary will never be able to touch what they pay for this pussy, and, he will never touch what I've earned with this pussy! He was paid in full when I popped out two kids for him, and now all I have to do is bide my time until Jennifer and Tommy are on their own, and then I'm bound for the promised land and never looking back."
"But what about your kids? How will they feel about you just taking off and leaving their dad?" I asked.
"Who gives a shit? They're nothing but spoiled brats anyway! Plus, look at Tommy; he's a waste of a male body. Here he was all cuddled up on the couch with a good looking girl like you and, I'll bet, he didn't even cop a feel of one of those nice tits! What is he gay or just stupid? Honey, you've got the looks and assets to get any man you want. Don't settle for some loser who doesn't even know how to get a girlfriend! And as for Jennifer, well she dates as much as I do, but I bet she doesn't get anything except some tingles for all of the pussy she hands out!"
I didn't know what to say. Carla had plainly said that she was writing off her children AND her husband without any remorse. THAT is a cold-hearted bitch. And she's a whore, nothing more than a street prostitute, although for her it is fancy restaurants and high-priced hotels. Still, she's a prostitute.
"I think I' had better head home. It's late and I need to be somewhere in the morning."
"Yeah, I've had too much to drink and I need to go to bed," Carla said as she dragged herself from the chair and stumbled around the coffee table, taking the almost empty bottle with her. "Just remember what I said, young lady, and make good use of your assets!"
Hearing her last comment made me want to puke. She had no concept of love and affection.
Finally, I got up from the couch and went to Tommy's bedroom. As I opened the door, the light from the bathroom shone through the door and I could see him lying on his bed wearing his sleep shorts, the covers kicked to the foot of the bed. Deciding not to awaken him, I started to close the door, and then reconsidered. Quietly closing the door behind me, I walked to his bed and pulled the sheet and thin blanket over him, leaning over and giving him a kiss on the cheek as I thought about what a nice guy he was, just a sweet, kind, young man like his father, and definitely not a user like his mother.
Returning to the door, I opened it to leave, stopped, and then closed and locked it.
Stripping off my clothes down to my panties, I looked down and saw his dirty t-shirt laying in the floor beside his bed. Picking it up, I smelled it. It was not stinky with perspiration, but it carried his scent. It was a comforting scent. I slipped it over my head and pulled it down and it covered me like one of my sleep shirts, loosely, completely, and comfortably. Then I crawled into bed next to Tommy and laid my head on his shoulder, wrapping his arm around me. He mumbled in his sleep and drew me closer.
"Jenny?" he mumbled.
"No, it's me, Jodie. Would you just hold me and let me sleep with you? I don't feel like going home and I don't want to be alone."
His eyes opened and he turned slightly toward me. And then he smiled and wrapped his other arm around me, hugging me tightly.
"Any guy would be an idiot to refuse an offer like that from a woman as beautiful as you!" he whispered, then kissed me on my forehead and settled back down to sleep, still holding me so tightly in his arms that I could feel his heartbeat.
I could hear his breathing and slight snore, too, and knew that he was already asleep, but I was far from being able to sleep. As I thought about all that Carla had said, the tears began to flow and I cried for my two best friends, Jenny and Tommy, and the pending loss of their mother. And I thought about Gary, their father and her husband, who did not deserve the way that he was treated, nor did he deserve to be robbed even more by that conniving whore. She had already caused him so much pain, yet she was willing to inflict more upon him without an ounce of remorse.
'Somehow, I have to help them, but especially Gary, ' I thought. 'He's such a sweet guy who loves his children and, apparently, is tolerating Carla's abuse for the sake of his children.'
As I fell asleep held closely in the arms of Gary's teenage son, the young man who treated me like a sister and who had even told me that he loved me like his own sister, I felt safe, knowing that even though we were barely clothed, he would never, ever do anything but love me and protect me. As sleep took possession of my mind, I was thinking of how I could help Gary, and only one thing came to my mind: I could love him the way that Tommy and I could not love each other. I would give him what Carla refused and see if he felt the same connection that I thought I had seen in his eyes on many occasions.
It might take some time, but slowly and surely, I would find ways to let him know how much I cared and when the time was right, I would give him all that I could ever give a man, and he certainly would not have to worry about my motives or my reasons, and he would never have to question my love and affection for him.
I had once heard a woman say that it was just as easy to fall in love with a rich man as it was a poor man. Although I don't necessarily agree with the philosophy, I can agree that we can choose whom we love, and I have chosen to let the focus of my love be my best friends' father.
And why? Because he deserved someone who understood love and who would really and truly love him, someone who would be by his side and never deceive or hurt him ever again.
My mother had raised and taught me well and I had learned many lessons from Carla. Now I could start putting it all into practice and see if it was really true, that love can cover a multitude of sins.
Only time would tell, but in the meantime, I had to somehow protect my friends and 'family' from Carla and her wicked ways.