Rob And Millie Go To Atlanta


Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Cheating, Slow, .

Desc: Sex Story: He decided to take her on a business trip with him and things did not go quite like he thought they would.

I watched her skirt tighten over her tight round ass as she bent to put some papers in the lower drawer of the file cabinet. Everything about Candace made me hard and it tore me up that I would never be able to do what I wanted which was to spend hours, days, weeks and months making love to her. She knew I wanted her and I was pretty sure that she'd had a few licentious thoughts about me, but I was cursed. A wicked spell had been cast over me and that spell prevented me from having Candace. The spell had a name - marriage.

As I looked at Candy's tight ass I wondered why I was so different from most of the other men that I knew; men I worked with, socialized with and played various sports with. I watched them run around on their wives and girlfriends like it was the most natural thing in the world to do. Was it natural? Were they normal and I was the oddball?

I had been married to Mildred for twenty-four years and not once had I been unfaithful to her. I'd had chances galore - some that I would dearly loved to have taken - but I had given my word when we stood in front of the assembled guests. I had promised that Millie would be my one and only and I had been raised in a family where you were taught that your word was your bond. For better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part, or quite simply, "Once in never out."

Unfortunately, as I had come to find out, Millie wasn't raised with the same set of values; or if she had been she had cast them aside.

I met Mildred Pierce Byrns on my first day at college. My first class was English Composition 101 and I was sitting in a seat in room 114 in Seaforth Hall when I felt a hand tap me on my shoulder and I turned to see a very good looking brunette standing there. Dark hair and green eyes always got to me and she had them both along with a very trim and athletic looking body.

"Excuse me" she said, "but you are sitting in my seat."

Good looking girl or not, the tone of her voice pissed me off. I looked around the half empty, but filling classroom and said:

"I don't think so. It is the first day of class and the instructor isn't even here yet to make a seating chart."

"You don't understand" she said in a patronizing tone of voice as she pointed at a guy sitting to my left, "He is my boyfriend and the girl to your right is my best friend Annie and the girl in front of you is Gloria and we always sit together so you have to move."

By that time I was slightly pissed at her "I'm me and you have to do what I want" attitude so I said:

"This ain't high school honey; this is the real world and in the real world you don't always get what you want." I pointed at a section of the classroom that was still empty and said, "If you all have to sit together I'd suggest you get over there before it fills up."

"Hey dude, just get up and give her the seat" the guy said. I took a good look at him. A beefy looking guy with one of those buzz cuts favored by football players. He'd once had the initial of his high school shaved in his hair and it was filling in as he let his hair grow out. Fairly bulky, like he was the product of the weight room, and I pegged him as a guy attending on a football scholarship. I met his eyes and said:

"Sorry, but I'm not moving... DUDE!"

He tensed and I could see he planned on showing me the error of my ways. He was bigger than me, but I had lettered in wrestling and physical contact was something that I was used to so I got myself ready for what would have to be done if he pushed it. The brunette with the green eyes saw it coming and she said:

"No Brad, let it go."

He gave me a look that said, "This isn't over by a long shot" and I smiled at him. He got up and he and the three girls moved to where they could sit together and a minute or so later the instructor arrived and the class got underway.

I noticed that the brunette kept glancing over at me and at any other time I might have taken it as a sign that my attentions wouldn't necessarily be refused, but under the circumstances I put that thought out of my mind. The instructor did make a seating chart so the four of them were locked in place for the balance of the term and I didn't expect that I would have any more to do with them. The class met Monday and Thursday and I didn't have any of the four in any of my other classes so I basically only saw them two hours a week and I ignored them and they ignored me.

It was the Thursday of the fifth week of the term and I had come out of an off campus pizzeria with a large pepperoni and was getting in my car when I heard:

"Hey you! Wise ass!"

I turned and saw Brad standing there with the brunette, who I'd learned was Millie and her girlfriend Annie.

"You and me got unfinished business."

I put my pizza on the back seat and then turned to the three of them. I looked him over and said:

"You got three inches and probably sixty pounds on me, but you are obviously a bonehead so I guess we are pretty evenly matched. Bring it!"


"You want a piece of me asshole, so come and get it."

His face got red - I'd challenged him in front of his two females - and he rushed at me. When big guys go after littler guys they never expect a problem so when I executed a letter perfect take-down on him he was totally surprised. His head smacked down on the sidewalk and he was temporarily dazed. Being a firm believer in the old adage, "Once you get them down, keep them down" I kicked him hard in the stones, twice in the ribs and then once more in the stones. As he lay there in the fetal position, moaning and with both hands cupping his hurting genitals, I looked at the two girls and said:

"You both are obviously intelligent because stupid people rarely make it into college and you are both gorgeous so attracting males can't be a problem. So the question has to be why are the two of you hanging with a meat-head like him?"

I got on my car and drove off leaving the two girls standing there looking down at the guy on the ground. The following Monday Brad wasn't in class and I never saw him again. I heard later he was cut from the football team and he dropped out of school.

That Friday I was sitting at a table in the cafeteria when Millie, Annie and Gloria walked up and asked if they could join me. A quick glance around showed that there were plenty of empty tables available so I guessed they had a reason for wanting to sit with me and I motioned for them to sit down. They were nervously looking back and forth at each other so I took the bull by the horns and asked:

"And what can I do for you ladies?"

There were more nervous glances and then Millie said, "We wanted, no - not we, I - I wanted to apologize for my behavior on the first day of class. I was having a bad day, but that doesn't excuse my being such a bitch. But I was a bitch and you responded to it. That brought out the worst in Brad. Annie and I had no idea that Brad was going to do what he did the other day. If I had known I would have tried to stop it."

She looked at me expectantly and I knew what was expected of me so I said, "Apology accepted."

She and Annie glanced at each other and then she said, "There is one other thing. What you said about us being with such a meat-head. Brad wasn't always that way. He changed when he made all-state as a defensive tackle. The four of us" and she waved toward Annie and Gloria and I guessed that the fourth was Brad, "grew up together in the same neighborhood and Brad was always like a brother to us. I just wanted you to know that is why we were with him."

Gloria looked at her watch and then said, "Hey guys, we need to go or we will be late for class." The three of them got up and I sat there and watched them go and wondered what was the real reason behind their little visit.

I got some inkling of it when all of a sudden I started running into Annie wherever I went. I began thinking that the apology was just to clear the air and distance Annie from the 'meathead' so I would see her in a different light. Don't ask me why I had that thought because I don't honestly know. God knows it wasn't because I was a sought after guy and was used to being pursued. Far from it. I'd only had one fairly long term relationship in my young life and that one had ended badly when Sarah dropped me for the starting full-back on our high school football team. I did have the satisfaction of seeing him drop her for one of the cheerleaders, but that was small comfort.

I pretty much stayed away from girls after that. I planned on waiting until I got to college before getting in the dating game again. I suppose I was thinking that the girls would be a little older and more mature. They probably were, but I'd not found one yet that I cared enough about to ask out. But even though I was just a normal guy, not special in any way, there was no denying that Annie seemed to show up everywhere I went. It could have been a coincidence, but I didn't think so. When I did run into Annie some place she always said hi and then made conversation with me. She did give me several openings to ask her out, but I never did. The fact of the matter is that I had no interest in Annie. None.

It was the week before the Christmas break and I was again sitting at a table in the cafeteria when Millie walked up to the table, said hi and then sat down. Although I had seen her around I'd not spoken to her since the day of her apology so I was not really prepared for what she hit me with.

"Can I ask you a question?" I nodded a yes and she asked, "Are you gay?"

"Good Lord no! What the hell brought that on?"

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