I wrote this story as a Halloween contest entry and thought I would share it with the readers of this site. A big thank you to Miss Lynn for her fine editing of my story. She made it a much better read.
Here I was at the Halloween Party. Since it was for mostly the salaried employees I figured no one would recognize me; especially in the Santa suit. I hoped the little rumor spread earlier worked. I guess I would know in the next hour or so.
I figure I should explain this story from the beginning. My name is Ross Hughes and I've been employed with General Motors for the past fifteen years. I got this job thanks to my dad and uncle who helped get me it many years ago.
I was a jock in high school but not the real popular type you often hear about in stories. I was the big overweight guy that played football on both the offensive and defensive line. I wasn't that fast or good; I was too big for opposing players to push aside so the running backs had to run around me.
I was friends with the guys but other than a hello from the girls now and then they never paid any attention to me. After the first couple of turndown's, I knew I wasn't what any girl was looking for so I never dated much in high school.
I wasn't a brain but I wasn't a dummy but I didn't get any scholarships for college either for sports or scholastics. College wasn't for everyone and I knew it wasn't for me. Dad got me an application for work at the plant and since my uncle worked there too, I was able to get a good job.
Thank God, I was young and healthy enough to pass the physical. I worked on the assembly line and later I transferred to working on a machine, making parts for the line. That made it a lot easier for me since I didn't have to do as much bending.
Even though I never dated, I should mention that I did have sex but I had to pay for it. In a way, I didn't mind. I didn't have to wine and dine the woman and hope to score at the end of the evening. I just paid up front and got what I wanted. Hell, I even had my choice of women. Black, White, Asian, it was all available at a price.
Because I was at about six feet and around two hundred seventy-five pounds, I didn't do missionary position too often. I had to keep my weight off the women so I didn't squash them but lying on my back and watching them ride me was pretty damn good. I liked to also get a big ass gal from behind. Holding on to her hips and pushing in and out did it for me.
Oral sex was pretty common for a quickie and a lot less expensive also. I remember one little Asian gal telling me her ears weren't handles and to let them go. Damn, that little woman could give head.
When I was about twenty-two, my mom convinced me to attend a Weight Watchers meeting. That's where I met Sheila. She was a pretty woman but was also overweight, almost obese as they considered me; hence, why she was at Weight Watchers. I noticed that the overweight women always had the prettiest faces. Sheila was no exception. We got to talking and became friends. I found out she was also twenty-two and single.
I started looking forward to the meetings just so I could see Sheila. After about a month, I asked her out and she accepted. We seemed to have a lot in common. Not just being overweight but we also liked many of the same things like movies and even the same kind of foods. She said she had only dated a few times in high school. We didn't talk much about that.
She worked in a local department store chain and they were becoming health conscious. They would even pay the fees for the heavier employees to join gyms or weight reduction programs. That's when she joined Weight Watchers.
We were each losing a pound or two a week. My problem was I didn't get enough to eat. Those little platters of food just weren't enough for me, so I cheated a lot. I only attended the meetings because of Sheila.
After going out for about a month we started having sex. It was great to have a woman that wanted sex with me and not for the money. I did everything to her that I learned from the different prostitutes. She loved it from the rear, doggie style. The penetration seemed so much deeper. There wasn't a time we went out without having sex of some sort. I was falling in love.
I was finally with a woman who wanted me for me. I had someone I could go out with and know she wanted me before the night was over.
The only problem with Sheila was she was always worried about losing weight. She told me she wanted to have a family someday and wanted to be around long enough to watch them grow up. She wanted to have a gastro-bypass surgery.
I told her that I thought it was a bit drastic but I would stand behind her in whatever she chose to do. That's when she started crying and told me her insurance wouldn't cover it. It would cost well over twenty thousand dollars.
We had been going together for about six months. I checked and my insurance covered the bypass surgery under the policy I had. I decided to ask Sheila to marry me. She said yes so we went to Las Vegas and Elvis married us. At least the minister was dressed like him. In the background was the song "Loving You" playing. It was great.
We had stopped going to Weight Watchers and both were back at our heavier size. Sheila decided to go back on the program. I told her I loved her no matter what she weighed and would always be behind her.
We rented a nice two bedroom home. Life seemed good but all Sheila talked about was the surgery. As soon as the preliminary waiting period on my insurance on Sheila went by, she went to a clinic to get checked out for the surgery.
She had the surgery and I stood behind her the whole time. She had a lot of mood swings since she could hardly eat anything. Once the weight started coming off her moods changed. She told me we couldn't have sex for six months after the surgery. I wasn't happy about that but her life was more important to me.
If I begged her often enough she would give me oral sex but I had to do her first. Her moods were changing and she didn't seem as close as she was when we first got married.
Over the next year, she had lost almost a hundred pounds. She looked great and I think she knew it. Her wardrobe had changed and she was dressing a lot sexier. I liked it but I had to wonder if I could lose her. I was still the big overweight but happy guy.
She seemed to be changing and it bothered me. She started going out with the girls from work twice a month while I was spending more time home alone.
On her nights out, she was getting home later and later. When I mentioned it to her, it always started an argument. I just waited till the next girls night out and decided I would follow her.
Sheila dressed a little too sexy to be out with the girls. When I told her, she yelled at me that I didn't want her to look nice. "Just because you don't care how you look doesn't mean I can't look good."
That really hurt. It was probably the first time that she talked about me being overweight in a demeaning way. She walked passed me and said she would be home late as she went out the door.
I followed her at a safe distance but I didn't see her picking up any girlfriends. She entered a lounge that had valet service. I wasn't dressed to go in so I waited across the street. I parked in front of a little diner, went in and ordered something to eat. I just sat there and ate but I had no idea what I was doing.
I felt so stupid and decided that maybe I should just go home. I got back in my car, started it up and got ready to pull out of the parking lot when I saw Sheila coming out of the lounge. She was hanging on some guys arm. I knew him; it was Bill, one of the managers at the store where Sheila worked.
They walked past Sheila's car and got into his. I followed them as they pulled out. They didn't go far as I watched them pull into a motel. Bill parked in front of a room. He must have already got it earlier. He opened the door for Sheila and they kissed right there in the parking lot. I watched them walk into the room.
I was devastated. What is a guy suppose to do at this point. I've read stories where the guy gets hot and bothered watching his wife with another man; that wasn't me. My stomach ached and I could have thrown up. This was supposed to be my loving wife. What should I do? I knew I had to face them.
I walked in the office hoping the desk clerk didn't remember Bill.
"Can I help you?" asked the desk clerk.
"Yes, I'm William Street. I've lock myself out of my room. I left the key card on the dresser. I'm in room 106 right here in the front."
"One second Mr. Street while I bring up your room. Yes, here it is. There will be a three dollar charge for a new key card," said the clerk.
"That's fine. Just add it to my bill," I smiled. I figured Bill could pay for my card.
I got the new card and headed for the room. I could hear voices as I slipped the card through the lock. I opened the door to the shock of the two people on the bed. "My god, Ross; what are you doing here?" said a naked Sheila lying on the bed.
Bill was between her legs eating at her cunt. We were the same height but I probably outweighed him by a hundred pounds. I grabbed him by the shoulder and threw him back against the wall. I hit him twice before Sheila screamed at me. "Don't Ross, please don't."
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