This story is based on real people and a real situation. I have changed the names and taken some literary license with the facts, but the basics of the story are true. Please leave comments. It's the only way I can see if I am becoming a better writer. Thanks and enjoy. A newby trying to get started.
Believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see. (That line is from the song "Heard it on the grapevine", by Marvin Gaye) It is very good advice. My wife and I are a prime example of what happens when you don't follow that good advice.
Hi, my name is Bob. I am 35, reasonably good looking, and am 6ft 1, 200 pounds. My body is fairly muscular as I work out some and run every day. I am no gym rat or marathon runner, but I keep in pretty good shape. When I was in high school, I boxed for a couple of years in the Golden Gloves program. Never could understand why I could not kick a guy in the knee, or backhand him; that's how we did it in my neighborhood. We did what we had to do to win. In the "hood", there are no points for style. If you can walk away after the fight, you are the winner. More background on me. I love women. In high school, college and until I got married I tried to get into as many ladies panties as possible. My friends always said I would hit a snake if someone would hold it straight for me. Not quite that bad, but close. Facial beauty wasn't necessary but a good body was. The girl could look like twenty miles of bad road, but as long as her body was hot, so was I.
That was how I was until I met my wife, Julie. She is the perfect woman in my mind. Tall, slender but not thin, with good size breasts and one of the greatest asses in the world. Just a perfect little bubble butt. I love it. Once we were married my old ways died a quit death. I was no longer a cock hound. I was married and planned to stay that way happily. My father, a good man by the way and a better father, had been married three times. I vowed that once done right was enough. Sorry, got off on a tangent there. My story took place about 5 years ago.
I was in sales, okay I was a car salesman. We called ourselves, "Transportation Consultants". Really that's what our business cards said; I was just a car salesman. My best buddy is Mark. We are tight. He is the brother I never had. I got his back and he has mine. The reason I mention Mark is he plays an important part in the unhappy occurrence I will tell you about. Sorry a little aside here. The three professions that get the most women (read as pussy) are cops, personal trainers and car salesmen. True fact. Cops and car salesmen also lead in the divorce statistics. The two facts seem to go hand and hand don't they?
Mark came to me on a Thursday and asked for my help. He had been to a family reunion the previous weekend and met a cousin (Sandy) he hadn't seen for like 15 years. She was now 25 and apparently having problems with her marriage. Her husband had moved out. Sandy had called Mark Wednesday evening at home and asked him to meet her for a drink to discuss her marriage.
'How about coming with me buddy?" Mark asked. "I may be reading it wrong, but I think she wants help in the bedroom as well as advice on her marriage. If there are two of us she will have to settle for advice. I really don't want to become involved with her romantically."
"Is she a dog? I can't remember many times that you passed up a little action with the ladies. Is it because you are cousins?"
"No, no, she isn't a dog, she is really hot and she is like my fourth cousins. It's just that she and Sam aren't divorced, just separated. If I did her and then she got back with her husband, I would see them at family things and it would be very awkward. Also, I just started dating Josie, and I don't want to screw that up. She would be pissed if I jumped Sandy's bone. What do you say bud."
"Okay, I'll go with you; just to protect your virtue. Let me call Julie and tell I'm going to be very late." I called my love and told her Mark and I were going to have a couple of beers after work and I would be home late.
"Be careful, drinking and driving," Julie warned me. "I don't want to pick you up off the highway or come get you at the jail." She didn't sound too happy about the whole idea. "Don't be meeting up with some hottie and forget about me here at home."
"Hey, where did that crack about a woman come from?" I asked. "You know you are the love of my life and the only woman I want or need."
"Just kidding," she replied. She was a little testy I thought.
I road with Mark and left my car at the car lot. Big mistake. We met Sandy around 6:30 at a lounge close to our work. Mark introduced us, she was 25 or 26, he was right she was hot. Sandy has auburn hair, a body that will cause men to fight over her, and a very sexy, sultry voice. She said hello and shook my hand and I felt like she was trying to pull me into the bedroom. Sandy had that kind of sexual charisma without even trying.
We got some alcohol and she started to tell us her tale of woe concerning her marriage. The more we talked, the more we drank. Sandy's problems were typical of a young couple trying to get started. She said the Sam worked long hours, was tired when got home and didn't want to do anything but rest. Sandy was working long hours too but said she tried to make home life interesting. He just wouldn't respond. Yada, Yada, Yada. Same old story, same old tune. As she talked she would put her hand on Mark's knee or my arm to emphasize a point. She would lean over toward us and her blouse fell open at the top. There was no doubt she was very well endowed as she wasn't wearing a bra. I don't know about Mark, but I was getting a little nervous. Would she actually come on to both of us? Was she innocent and was I just being perverted? All I knew is she was giving us a hell of a show with her gaping blouse and very short mini skirt.
Finally, Mark got a few words in. "Sounds to me like you guys need to sit down and have a serious discussion. Instead of fighting and Sam leaving because you are both angry, get together and have a talk about what is important to the both of you. Neither of you should point a finger of blame; just a why have things have gone wrong talk."
"Mark is right, Sandy." I chimed in. "All couples have an adjustment period to live thru. Everyday life can be a bitch all by itself with the pressures of work, a new household, and getting to know each other. Call Sam and make time for a meeting. Be positive when you ask him to meet you. Tell him you miss him and want to work on your problems. If he loves you he will forgive you and want to work things out. If he doesn't love you, then you are better off splitting sooner rather than later. It's a harsh reality but the truth."
Sandy was all ears. (And breasts and legs) Mark and I gave her advice and we drank for another 2 hours or so. The only bad advice we gave her was, let's have another drink.
When we decided to call it a night and got up to leave Sandy was wasted. Car salesman, at least at our dealership, have a reputation of having a hollow leg when it comes to alcohol. We have a huge capacity. She had been keeping up with us. Problem was she is a light weight. Sandy was so out of it that Mark and I had to almost carry her out of the bar. She was staggering around with us holding her up and trying to help her walk. I must admit I enjoyed feeling her body as we helped her out to her car.
"Well she certainly can't drive like this." Mark said. "She will either have a wreck or just fall asleep here in the parking lot. We will have to take her home. Shit, she lives 35 miles or more from here, I don't want to drive that far. I'm a little fucked up myself and don't need to be on the road that long. Hey, how about taking her to your house, you live the closest?"
"Whoa dude, we have to go back to work to get to get my car and will be closer to your house by then. Besides, she is your family. I want to go home to my wife."
"Alright, help me get her into the car and I will take her home with me."
When we got to his car, he couldn't unlock the car and hold her up too. He pushed her over on me to hold her up. Sandy put her arms around my neck and I had both arms around her back. Again she was very drunk and began to kiss my neck and cheek.
"Come on Sam kiss me," she whined. "I'm really horny and I want you so bad. She obviously thought I was her husband.
As she was kissing me, I thought I saw a flash of light. Must be a car driving by I reasoned. I pushed her face into my shoulder and waited for Mark to get the car open. We put her in the back seat, got in and drove to the car lot.
"I hope Josie doesn't find out about this. It's totally innocent but she might get the wrong impression," Mark worried.
"How would she know? She is at her place and you can get Sandy to her car tomorrow. Good luck with her," I told Mark. "Better you than me. See you tomorrow buddy."
"Yeah, tomorrow. I owe you one brother. See ya."
I got to my car and started the long drive home. It is about 20 minutes to my house and I was feeling the effects of all those drinks. Not drunk, but not near sober; I drove very carefully. The garage door wouldn't open and I thought a hell of time for the batteries to go out in the remote. I left the car in the driveway and went to the front door. The security chain stopped the door from opening. What the fuck, why is the chain on the door? Julie knew I was going to be late. I started to bang on the door, no answer. Dead silence except for the noise I was making.
"Julie, open the door, I can't get in" I yelled thru the partially open door. No answer. "Julie, what the hell, open the door please."
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