I left the apartment at my usual time and pulled out of the parking lot onto the street. I turned and headed down Cortez to the stop sign at Monte Vista and then hung a left. Twenty minutes would have me at work and if it was a normal Friday and the day had no surprises I would be able to leave work early and head for the lake. I had the tent and the rest of the gear in the back of the pickup and all I would need to do is stop and get ice.
I reached over and turned on the radio and caught the last of George Jones doing 'The Cold Hard Truth.' The song ended and the DJ said:
"Nobody does it like 'Ole Possum' and now here is Susan with traffic and weather."
Susan told me that there were no tie-ups on my route and that my weekend would be warm and sunny. After a half dozen commercials for services I would never use and products I would never buy the DJ came back:
"Good morning. It is 7:06 on this beautiful Friday the ninth of June and you are listening to KXYZ. Here is Rhonda Vincent to take you for a ride on 'The Bluegrass Express."
I love Rhonda Vincent and The Rage, but I reached over and turned the radio off. The ninth of June. I'd totally forgotten that the day was the ninth of June. How the hell could I have forgotten that? The ninth of June. The day my marriage ended. It had taken some time to try and put that day behind me, but the memory was always there and as I drove to work it all came back to me.
It started with a business trip to Chicago. I'd kissed my wife Shari goodbye, told her I'd call her as soon as I got to Chicago and checked into the hotel. The flight was uneventful and I took the courtesy bus to the hotel and then called Shari to let her know where she could reach me.
I sat at the table in the room and reviewed the papers I would be going over with the customer the next day and around seven I headed down to the hotel restaurant to get a bite to eat. After a fairly decent top sirloin I went into the hotel lounge to listen to the live band and have a drink or two.
I was sitting at the bar nursing a vodka tonic when a throaty voice behind me said into my ear:
"Want me to suck your cock honey?"
I quickly turned and saw Annette Carlson standing there. Annette had been my steady girlfriend during my first two years of college. We had torn up our share of bed sheets during those two years and had parted somewhat amicably when she told me that she wanted to fuck other guys. Her exact words were still burned into my memory.
"I like you a lot Frank, but I was a virgin when we met and I want to experience some life while I'm still young."
Until the moment she laid that on me I was actually considering getting a ring and going to a knee in front of her. The quickness with which I dropped that idea told me that it probably wouldn't have been all that great an idea in the first place. I heard later that she had developed a reputation as 'an easy piece' around campus. And here she was fifteen years later standing behind me in a hotel bar in Chicago.
She threw her arms around me, hugged me and told me that it was so good to see me and then she invited me to join her and her husband at their table. I told her no thanks, that I didn't want to intrude and she said:
"Nonsense. Come on" and she grabbed my arm, pulled me off my stool and led me over to where her husband sat waiting. On the way to their table she leaned close and said:
"You don't have to mention my greeting to you. Harry wouldn't understand."
"Too bad. I was giving some serious thought to taking you up on your offer."
That of course wasn't true. I had never cheated on Shari and I never intended to, but it seemed like the thing to say at the time. Annette introduced me to her husband and then we proceeded to bore the poor guy to tears as Annette and I went through the old friends ritual of "Have you heard from... ," "Whatever happened to..." and "Did you hear about..."
Harry got up to use the men's room and Annette watched him walk away. When he was out of sight she said:
"Why did you ever let me get away?"
"As I remember it I didn't let anything happen. You just flat out told me that you wanted to sample the male population at school and you said goodbye."
"Biggest mistake of my life. I already had the best and didn't know it."
"Thanks; I think."
"Its true baby and you know it. Besides being a super nice guy you had the best cock that I've ever had in me and I was stupid to let you get away."
"That isn't a nice way to talk with your husband just down the hall."
"Harry is a sweetheart and I'm glad I have him, but he is only so-so in the bedroom. He is what I picked and I knew what I was getting when I got him, but that doesn't mean I have to flush memories down the toilet."
Harry came back and the conversation turned to things that included him and we sat there, talked and drank for about an hour. The Annie's cell phone rang and after saying hello the conversation went:
"I'll have to ask Harry."
"Hey! You remember Frank Corbett?"
"He's sitting across from me right now."
"Hang on; let me check."
She turned to me. "You remember Mary Ellen Frasier?" I nodded a yes. "She's Mary Ellen Watson now. She's having a party and there will probably be a few others there you know. Want to go?"
I had nothing better to do so I said yes. Then I said that I needed to run up to my room first and Annie asked me if she could come up and use my bathroom.
"I'd rather use a real towel to clean up with instead of the paper towels in the ladies' room here."
As we walked to the elevators Annie, who had taken on a few more drinks than I had giggled and said:
"I hope that no one who knows me is seeing this."
"Seeing what" her husband asked.
"Me going up to a hotel room with two men."
Her husband said, "It will probably look even worse than that. They will see your husband leaving you and letting you to go up to a room with a strange man. God knows what they would think about that."
"Why? Where are you going?"
"To get the car. I'll meet you out front."
He went off and Annie and I got on the elevator. As the door closed behind us Annie giggled again and said:
"It's a good thing I love my husband or I'd make good on my earlier offer right here in this elevator. Would you let me baby? Would you let your old girlfriend suck your dick?"
Knowing that she was just being playful I said, "You bet your sweet ass I would."
Let me be honest here. Annie was one hell of a sexy looking woman and she had been superb when it came to sucking cock so even though I had no intention of doing anything her looks and the memory of her magic mouth had given me a hard on and she noticed. She reached down and touched the bulge, stroked it and giggled as she said:
"It remembers me. Can I see it? For old times sake?" and she reached for my zipper.
I was just reaching down to push her hand away when we reached my floor and the elevator door opened. Annie snatched her hand away, but not before the couple waiting for the elevator saw it. The woman looked away embarrassed and the man gave me a knowing grin as we exited the elevator and Annie giggled and said "Oops."
We entered my room and Annie used the bathroom while I got my address book and a pen out of my briefcase. I wanted it so I could enter the addresses and phone numbers if there were a lot of people at Mary Ellen's that I knew. Annie came out of the bathroom and I went in and checked myself in the mirror and saw the 'five o'clock' shadow. I grabbed the electric razor and did a quick clean up, left the bathroom, got Annie and headed downstairs. Harry was waiting out front and we drove over to a house on Chicago's south side.
Besides Mary Ellen I knew a good half dozen of the people there from my college days. It was a very enjoyable evening and as far as I was concerned it was over too soon. I told several that I wanted to stay in touch and I put their phone numbers and addresses in my book. Harry and Annie drove me back to the hotel and I went to bed.
The next day went well and I called Shari and told her I would be home by eight. In a husky voice she said:
"Then I'll expect you in our bedroom at eight-oh-one and you had better be ready for a hot welcome home."
Thoughts of the feast waiting for me had me hard as a steel bar when I walked into the house at seven fifty-six. I dropped my suitcase and briefcase on the living room floor and headed for our bedroom.
I walked through the door and saw Shari spread on the bed in garter belt, high heels and nylons just as I was grabbed by several pairs of hands. I was caught off guard and the four men had forced me down on a chair before I could even begin to struggle. When I did begin to yell and struggle a pair of socks was stuffed into my mouth and then with rope that they already had handy they tied me to the chair.
Shari got off the bed and walked over to stand in front of me.
"Do I look good baby?" Do I look hot in your favorite garter belt and nylons? How about my heels? They are your favorite 'come fuck me' pumps. I wanted to look my best for you as I give you your very own private porn show."
She turned and walked to the bed where the four men, one of whom I recognized as a guy she worked with, now sat naked with hard ons. She went to her knees in front of the one on the left, looked over at me and winked, and then she went down on him. Until then I had been struggling in a vain attempt to get loose, but when her mouth closed on the man's cock all the fight went out of me and I died inside.
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