New Years, New Tears, New Start

by StangStar06

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Drunk/Drugged, Tear Jerker, Cheating, Rough, Gang Bang, Violent, .

Desc: Sex Story: Bonnie got a chance to start her life over with someone from her past

Happy New Year. This one's a bit different. So many of the you have asked for a story where it's not the wife who cheats. Okay here it is.SS06


Christmas had been a nightmare as usual. I awoke the following day and went into the bathroom while Ted continued to snore.

Our argument yesterday had been even worse than normal. Ted had screamed and cursed at me in front of our parents. I guess I knew it was bad when I'd done it but there are times when you have to take a risk for the ones you love.

I'd hoped that Ted wouldn't discover what I'd done until Christmas was over. Or maybe he'd forgive me when he figured out why I'd done it.

I was wrong. Ted's parents had arrived to spend Christmas with us just after lunch. My parents got here soon afterwards. Ted was still asleep when they arrived.

I'd explained to both sets of parents that Ted was tired from working all day on Christmas Eve. Unfortunately, Ted's dad had run into him the previous day and looked at me strangely but didn't say anything. He later let me know that he'd seen his son stumbling out of a bar, already drunk at noon on Christmas Eve.

Ted soon awakened, still drunk as a skunk and angry as hell. To my horror, he stomped past our parents with barely a word and headed straight for the coffee can that we kept our savings in.

When he noticed that most of the money we'd both saved was gone, he went berserk.

"You stupid bitch," he sneered. "Where's my fucking money?"

"Ted, I'm sorry," I said. "You knew our parents were coming for Christmas. I had to buy a turkey and some food for Christmas dinner."

"No, you fucking didn't," he said. "They could have ate what was already here. And you didn't spend all of that money on food. You're stupid but not that stupid. Gimme the rest back."

"I bought Bobby one toy, Ted. You did want your only child to have SOMETHING for Christmas didn't you?"

"His grandparents will get him something," he said. "Where's my money?"

"Ted, it was our money," I said. "More than half of it was the money that my parents gave me for Christmas. Some of it was also my tip money from work."

"So just what the fuck are you trying to say?" he asked. By then both sets of our parents, who'd been trying to stay out of it, came into the room.

"Ted, it was our money, not just yours," I said in a very quiet voice.

Before I could react everything went black for a second. It was that fast. Ted's dad ran into the room and grabbed him. My dad got between Ted and I. Ted shook his father off, like a dog shaking off water.

Both of our dads were normal sized men, Ted is pretty big and very strong.

"I'm the man around here," he screamed. "That means I'm in charge of OUR money. YOU do not touch OUR money without asking me first. How the fuck am I supposed to buy beer now? There's barely enough left here for a six-pack."

Then he turned and stormed out of the room.

"Ted God damn it, come back here," shouted his father. "You can't treat your wife like that."

"You know what Dad?" he said. "I should have figured that you'd be on her side. Did you even bother to listen to what she did? You just take her side no matter what don't you. I'm out of here."

Then Ted grabbed his coat and walked out of the house. My mom and Ted's mother helped me up. My mom got some ice to put on my face. It had already started to swell. Ted's mom checked on the turkey, she basted it and then turned back to us. The look on her face broadcast her concern.

"Don't worry," I said. "It's really not his fault. He's been working a lot of extra hours. A lot of the time he's just so tired that it makes him cranky."

They all looked at me as if I was touched in the head.

"You know," I said. "It really wasn't supposed to be this way. Ted was supposed to be playing pro football by now. But things will look up for us. We just have to stay together and keep trying."

"Look Honey," said my father in law. "I know you love my son. God knows why, but I can't figure it out. But you don't have to make excuses for him. And you also don't have to put up with his shit. If he ever hits you again, call the police and come and stay with us. And realistically, that football thing was just a dream you guys had back in high school. Ted was a great high school football player but he was barely average on the college level. So there's no way he was ever going to make the pros."

"He only got a partial scholarship to college, Honey. Do you remember how his expenses got paid?"

I nodded my head. I remembered very well.

"I do," he continued. "You gave up your own chance to go to college and got a job as a waitress, to support him. Most guys would have busted their asses either on the football field or in class. But Ted flunked nearly all of his classes and still ended up getting cut from the team. Ted has never worked hard at anything in his life. He still has that high school mentality. He still sees it like since he's a big, good looking guy, life owes him something." He shook his head again and looked at me.

"I'm his father. I've known that boy since before he was born. You deserve better. My grandson deserves better."

"Just give him some time," I said. "He'll surprise all of us."

"That's just what I'm afraid of," he said.

I got the dads to sit down and watch TV. They watched my son playing contentedly on the floor with his new toy car.

"Bobby, what kind of car is that," asked my dad.

"Muttang," said Bobby excitedly. "Vroom!"

"You mean, Mustang," said Ted's dad.

"S'what I said, Poppa," said Bobby. "Muttang!"

Ted's dad came over to me again. "Bonnie, what else did he get for Christmas? He doesn't put that car down. Doesn't he like his other things?"

I looked down and tears rolled down my cheeks. I put the knife that I'd been peeling the potatoes with down and turned away. When the salty tears hit the still raw bruise where Ted had hit me, it started to throb again.

Ted's mom came over and hugged me. "Steve, she was fine. Why do you always have to stir shit up?"

"Jeez, Cindy," he said. "All I did was asked her a question. He's my God damned grandson. I'm supposed to try and find out about him. I care about him too. I'm sorry. I'm sorry Bonnie. I didn't mean anything by it."

He left the kitchen and as he hit the living room, I saw him gesture to my dad. A few minutes later I heard, "We'll be back," then the sound of the front door closing.


Ted left the house and got into his 20 year old Honda. He drove down the street and turned left when he hit the corner. He drove one block and then turned left again. He parked in the lot of the strip mall around the corner from his house and walked halfway down the street. He quickly ran through the front yard of the vacant house in the middle of the block. He leaped and vaulted over the fence in the backyard of that house into the yard of the house behind it. He pulled out his cheap pay as you go cell phone and dialed a number.

The phone rang three times before it was answered. "Where the fuck are you?" asked a feminine voice on the other end.

"I'm in your backyard baby," he said. "Open the door and let me in."

Ted waited nervously on the back porch. He had to be very careful because his parents were at his house and you never knew what old people would do. The house that he was visiting was right across the street from his own.

After a few moments that seemed like hours, the door opened and Ted rushed inside.

"Shit it's cold out there," he said.

"But it's warm in here, baby," said the woman.

Ted had known Francine for what seemed like most of his life. She and Bonnie had been inseparable growing up. If you saw one of them you saw the other. She'd even tagged along on some of Ted and Bonnie's dates, but Ted never paid her any attention. She wasn't nearly as attractive as Bonnie.

Years later, after Ted and Bonnie married and settled down; Ted and Francine began to notice each other. It was awkward because Francine was still his wife's best friend.

After Francine's divorce, her second, the attraction between Ted and Francine heated up, only Bonnie knew nothing about it.

Francine was about five feet-two inches tall. She was just slightly chunky and gaining. Her hair was cut in a short page boy style. She was wearing a long robe.

She had a gift wrapped box in one hand.

"I got you two presents," she said. "Which one do you want to open first?"

"I only see one box," gushed Ted.

Francine opened the robe and let it fall to the floor. Under the robe she was naked except for a bow stuck just above her shaven pussy. "Here's the second box," she said.

"I know what's in that one," he said. "It's something I can eat. What's in the second one?"

Francine handed Ted the box and he ripped the wrapping off of it and tore open the box. Inside was a Jack Daniels Gift bottle. "Ooh something I can drink," he said. "They'll go together perfectly."

He opened the whiskey and took a pull straight from the bottle. With his other hand he grabbed Francine roughly and pulled her to him. He pushed her back onto her couch where she eagerly spread her legs and he took one swipe across her pussy with his rough tongue. Francine lost her mind as the pleasure hit her.

"Baby, this is just what I need," he said. "You wouldn't believe how much bullshit I had to put up with this morning. Your fucking friend overstepped her place. I had to remind her of it."

"What do you mean Ted?" asked Francine.

"I didn't hurt her," he said. "But I did have to give her a little smack."

Francine tried her best to keep her face neutral. Inside she was both horrified that he'd hit a woman and turned on at the same time. She also thought it was something that Bonnie deserved. Francine had been jealous of Bonnie since high school. Not because of anything Bonnie had ever done to her, but because of the way that Bonnie was. First off, Bonnie was pretty. Not just your average cheerleader pretty, Bonnie was fucking beautiful. Francine could go out and get her hair and her makeup done and spend a ton of her parent's money on clothes for a party. Bonnie would show up without any make up, wearing jeans and an old T-shirt, with her hair in a ponytail and the guys would flock to Bonnie as soon as she showed up.

That wasn't supposed to happen. College men were not supposed to act like that. Francine did everything she could to attract the guys. She was the kind of woman who was automatic. If you dated her, you were going to get sex. Bonnie, on the other hand, even at twenty two years old was still a virgin. She was waiting to marry Ted when he graduated from college and became a pro football player.

Bonnie didn't date anyone except for Ted. When other guys asked her to go out or even just dance she smiled and politely told them, "No."

Bonnie never went to any of the parties without Ted. Ted, on the other hand, went to every party he could find. When people asked him about what went on at the parties and how he could do that to a sweet girl like Bonnie, he just laughed and told them that one of them needed to know what to do on their wedding night.

After Bonnie and Ted got married, she was pregnant within four months of the wedding day. She went from virgin to mommy in just over a year. Within six months of the wedding, Ted was cheating on her. After living in a couple of cheesy apartments, they got some help from both sets of parents and put a down payment on the house. It was by pure accident that Francine and her then husband lived right across the street.

Two days after Francine's husband left her bed, Ted moved into it.

Francine didn't work. She didn't need to. She had money coming in from the divorce. She was always looking out for husband number three, but he needed to have more money than husband number two did. Ted was purely a play toy for Francine. She enjoyed him because of his size and strength, but also because of his volatile nature. It turned her on to play around with someone who enjoyed beating the shit out of people as much as talking to them. It amazed her to think that this giant of a man could be controlled just by giving him something that cost her nothing and that she enjoyed as much as he did.

The last and most satisfying thing about fucking Ted was that she was taking something away from Bonnie. In her mind, she saw it as revenge for all of the men who never even gave her a shot because they were rendered stupid by Bonnie's pretty face.

All of this ran through Francine's mind as Ted sat between her legs alternating between sips of whiskey and licks of her pussy. After a few minutes, Ted put the bottle down roughly on the table next to Francine's couch. He stood up and pulled his pants down. He positioned himself between her spread legs and jammed himself home in one shot.

Then he started fucking her hard and fast. To most women, it would almost be considered violent, but that was the way that Francine liked it. She'd had men who were bigger and she'd had men who were thicker, but she'd never found anyone who fucked her as hard as Ted did. Within minutes they were both bathed in sweat and clawing at each other. Their bodies slammed against each other with a ferocity that resembled fighting more than an expression of love. It was hard to tell who was the more aggressive. They tumbled down to the floor and Francine ended up on top. She slammed her vagina violently against Ted's abdomen again and again. She increased her pace until the sound of their bodies slapping against each other drowned out everything except for their moans and cries. Ted reached for one of her hanging breasts and tried to twist one of her nipples. She yelped in a combination of pain and pleasure. She grabbed both of his arms and pinned them to the floor above his head and started pushing her sex against him in earnest.

She was so close to cumming that she didn't need to have her orgasm lessened by spreading the sensation to other areas. "We're not here to fall in love," she hissed. "You can play with my titties later, baby. For now just fuck me harder."

Ted just growled in pleasure and started thrusting his dick even further into her. He also quickened his pace again. After a few more seconds of this, he roared like a bull breeding a cow and pulled out. He shot his sperm all over Francine's stomach and breasts.

"Why the fuck did you do that?" she sneered. "I was almost there."

"Shut up," said Ted. "I told you a long time ago. I already got caught and trapped by one bitch. It will never happen to me again. So be glad for what you're getting. Now bend over and suck it."

Francine didn't need to be told twice. She plunged her head down onto Ted's shrinking member. It only took her a few seconds to get him up again. She truly believed that Ted was a walking miracle. He wasn't very smart. And he had failed at most things he tried, but somehow, the man could always get an erection. Even with as much liquor in him as he'd consumed last night and already this afternoon, all it took was a few swipes of her talented tongue and he was back in action.

This time he bent her over and slowly pushed his penis into her ass. Francine enjoyed anal sex as much as any other form. Ted roughly fingered her clit as he rammed her ass and the combination had her howling within seconds. She loved it when Ted fucked her ass, because Bonnie had never allowed him to do that. Ted loved rough, nasty sex as much as Francine did. They both loved to try out different ways to do it and try out different places around not only her house, but the surrounding area.

One of her favorite places to have sex had almost gotten them caught a few times. Francine loved it when Ted fucked her in the park. They'd done it a few times in places ranging from park benches to the fountain in the center of the park. They'd even done it on the sliding board in the play area. The second time that they'd tried the fountain they'd been interrupted by the sound of car doors closing. When they looked up, they saw a couple of police officers with flashlights walking around the park looking for something. They'd quickly grabbed their clothes and ducked into Ted's car. By the time the police officers hit the parking lot they were inside of the car.

They'd ducked and hidden inside of the car while the policemen scoured the bushes and everything in the area. Luckily they never looked into any of the several cars in the parking lot. They were all full of couples necking anyway. Ted and Francine would have blended in fine.

Just as Francine was about to cum from Ted's dual attack on her clit and in her ass, she heard the sound of someone knocking on her door. Both of them stopped in mid thrust.

Ted stupidly was about to yell something. Francine stopped him cold by putting her hand over his mouth.

She pulled gingerly away from him and went to the window. "Oh shit," she said. "It's your wife."

"God damn her, what does she want?" asked Ted angrily. "That bitch doesn't want me to have any fun."

"Sssh," said Francine. "She'll hear you." Francine put on a robe. Even though she was barely thirty, her lifestyle and time had begun to take their toll on her. Her ass was a bit wider than she'd have liked and she was developing a band of fat around her middle.

She went to the door and opened it. She smiled brightly as she looked at Bonnie.

"Hi Bonnie, Merry Christmas," she said brightly.

Bonnie screwed up her nose and lips as the smell of sex came wafting out of the house.

"Francine, Good Lord," she said. "Were you masturbating again? I can't believe you're at it this early on Christmas Day? We have to find you another husband."

"Everyone isn't as lucky as you are, Honey," said Francine trying her best to conceal a smirk.

"Well, I didn't want my best friend to be alone on Christmas," said Bonnie. "So I came over to invite you to have dinner with us."

"Oh, that sounds heavenly, Hon," said Francine. "You go on back home. I'll take a shower and run right over, okay." Bonnie nodded and was about to say something when Francine slammed the door.

As Francine headed back into her living room, she hated Bonnie even more. They were only a week away from the start of a new year. She wanted to fuck up Bonnie's life even more. It hit her like lightning. As she walked she came up with a plan that would take care of three things at once. It might be a little bit tricky to pull off but she was sure she could handle it. It would humiliate Bonnie and stop her from acting like her shit didn't stink. It would also break up her marriage and as an added benefit, if things worked out, Francine would have a lot more access to Ted. Well, at least until she got bored with him or found herself another suitable husband.

Francine knew that Ted was simply not husband material. Ted would never be more to her than a human vibrator. As he aged, he'd lose even that talent. She couldn't see herself actually going out in public with him. She also couldn't see herself trying to have any kind of meaningful relationship with him. He was obtuse and he had all the class of a smeared turd. She'd just enjoy what he had to offer, until she no longer wanted it.

"Is she gone?" asked Ted as soon as she came back into the room. He was still naked and looking out from behind the closet door.

"Yep, she's gone," said Francine. "We'll have to finish up later lover, but I have a question for you."

"Yes I want to finish fucking your tight asshole," said Ted.

"That is so sweet," said Francine. "But it's a serious question. How would you like to get away from Bonnie, for good and probably make some money as well? Plus you'd be able to do it without anyone blaming you for it."

"Who do I have to kill?" he asked excitedly.

"We'll talk about it later, baby," she said. "For now, I'm going to dinner at your house."

"You're just going to leave me here?" he asked incredulously.

"No, Ted," she said. "Aren't you going to go home while I take a shower? That way it won't seem suspicious. If we show up at about the same time even Bonnie might think about it."

"Fuck no," said Ted. "I'm not going back there so she and my parents and her parents can all gang up on me because I popped her one. She had it coming. Fuck them."

"Well you're going to have to go to a bar or a movie or somewhere," she said. "Try to get back here by about eight. I'm not done with you yet and we need to talk about my plan."

"I don't have any money to go to a bar," whined Ted.

Francine crossed the room and pulled a few bills out of her purse. "Here," she said. "Just make sure you earn this when you get back."


Bonnie

Except for the fact that Ted hadn't come home, or maybe in spite of it, it had turned out to be a wonderful Christmas dinner.

With the help of my mother and my mother in law, the turkey and the dinner had been great. The dads had come back, only an hour after they left. They pulled bag after bag inside the house with them. "Santa told us to tell you that he's sorry he was late, Bobby," said my dad. "But here's the rest of your stuff."

Bobby looked at the two of them as if they were crazy. Then they started pulling all kinds of toys and games out of the bags. He didn't know what to do. He just stood there looking at all of the toys in a daze. He'd never had anyone do anything like this for him before. As the dads finished, they pulled an envelope out of the last bag.

Ted's dad handed it to me. "Oh thank you, Dad," I said. This time I didn't mind the way my face stung when the tears hit the bruise. "Should I open this one for him?"

"Uh, Honey, this one's for you," he said. It had been so long since anyone did anything for me for Christmas or any occasion that I didn't know what to say.

"Thanks Dads," I said.

"Open it," he said. I opened it and inside there were several Gift certificates. One was to a spa, another to a hair salon and a couple of other ones were for clothing stores. The last thing in the envelope was five crisp one hundred dollar bills.

"Do you know how many of our bills I can pay off with this?" I asked.

Ted's dad shook his head. "None," he said. "Not one bill. Bonnie, the money is for your emergency fund. Just in case you ever need something in a hurry or for a special occasion or a problem. Do not tell Ted that you have it. The gift certificates are all to stores and businesses that cater only to women. They can't be redeemed for cash and they can only be redeemed by the person named on them. They're worthless to Ted. He can't use them and he can't sell them. He also can't cash them in to buy liquor or anything else."

I hugged both dads and told them both how much I loved them.

After dinner, Ted's parents took Bobby to spend a few days with them. I was glad because it would give Ted some time to calm down. As Francine and I spoke after they left, she reminded me of something I'd forgotten about.

Our ten year high school reunion was only a few days away. The reunion was going to be held on New Year's Eve at the old high-school down town.

"You simply have to go," said Francine. "It'll be a hoot to see all of those guys we haven't seen in the past ten years and find out what they're up to. Shit, Bonnie, high school was the best time of our lives. When we were in high school we ruled the world, or at least our part of it. You were the prom queen, the head cheerleader and the homecoming queen. You won the triple crown our senior year. Don't you want to relive your glory days?"

"Oh Francine, those days are over with. Real life intruded on our dreams. I doubt that anyone's life turned out the way they thought it would. Why should we go hang out with a bunch of people that we don't really know any more, just so they can laugh at the way our lives turned out and say they're better than us?"

"Because honey, it's a sign," she said. "Your dad gave you everything you need to make yourself beautiful for something. It's a cinch that Ted isn't going to take you anywhere that you need a salon or a spa for. And whatever beautiful dress or shoes you buy, you'll be able to wear more than once, but now you have a reason to buy one.

"Besides, Honey, with us dressed up and looking like a million dollars, none of those idiots will know what we do for a living or where we live. For one night we can make up anything we want to about our lives. We can be anyone we want to be. I'm sure Ted would love to relive his glory days too. He did kind of, uhm peak back in high school."

"Well, I'll go if Ted says I can," I told her. She smiled and said that she was very sure that he'd agree to it. The problem was that Francine just didn't know how volatile my husband could be at times.

When Ted finally got home that night, it was very late. He looked tired and he still had liquor on his breath but he wasn't drunk. I'd waited up for him and he looked at me with an unreadable expression on his face. "I don't suppose there's anything around here to eat is there?" he asked.

"Of course, Honey," I said. "I made sure to save you some of everything." I busied myself in the kitchen making a plate for him. As I put the plate and a glass of juice in front of him he looked at my face. When he saw the bruise he looked down at the floor, but said nothing.

He started to eat and then took a sip of his juice. "What the fuck is this shit?" he said.

"It's apple juice," I said. "It's really good."

"Do I look like a fucking kid," he sneered. "Bring me a beer."

"We don't have any beer, Ted," I said. Even as I said it I realized that he'd be angry. I wondered why it had never crossed my mind.

Ted exploded. He threw the dishes containing his food across the room. "You bought all of this shit and didn't buy any fucking beer? You spend all of my fucking money on having a lavish dinner for you and your fucking friends and never once considered your own God damned husband?" He was on his feet angry enough to spit out nails. I backed away from him.

"Ted, I'm sorry," I said. "We didn't have any money for that. I only bought a small turkey, a can of cranberry sauce and that car for Bobby. That almost wiped us out."

"Then where the fuck did the rest of this shit come from?" he screamed.

"Our parents," I said. "Our dads went shopping together and bought more food and some more toys for Bobby." I had backed up away from him as far as I could. He glowered at me.

"So you had them buy all of this shit and didn't tell them to buy any beer?" he asked.

"I didn't tell them what to buy Ted," I offered. "They just got up and went shopping. I didn't know what they were doing until they came back."

"But they did buy a bunch of shit for your kid, didn't they?" he sneered.

I nodded. "Ted, he's your son too," I said.

"You never fucking let me forget that," he screamed. "One God damned mistake and I'm forced to suffer for it my whole fucking life. I told you they'd buy the kid a bunch of shit didn't I?"

"Yes Ted," I said. "You were right."

"I'm always right," he said. I flinched away and he looked at me strangely.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked. "You act like you're afraid of me."

"I'm sorry Ted," I said. "I thought you were going to hit me."

He slapped me so hard I heard bells ringing. "You lying bitch," he screamed. "I've never hit you in my life. Why are you always plotting against me?" I got up and ran into the bedroom and locked the door. The door slammed just before he got to it. He started pounding on the door. I looked around for something to block the door and for the phone. Ted kicked the door and I heard the wood start to splinter.

"Ted, I'm sorry," I screamed through the door. "I'm sorry," I screamed again.

"Fuck it," he said quietly. I heard the sound of him opening the door to the outside, but it never closed. A few moments later he was back. I heard the TV on and nothing else. I looked out into the living room a while later and saw Ted slumped in a chair in front of the TV drinking from a huge bottle of liquor, while he watched TV.

I started trying to clean up the mess he'd made throwing his food and the dishes across the room. I picked up all of the broken dishes first. It wouldn't do to have our son come home and cut himself on the broken glass. Then I began to clean up the spilled food. Ted looked at me and smiled. It was as if he was seeing me for the first time.

"Bonnie, I'm hungry," he said. "Do we have any food around here?"

"I'll get you some right now, Ted," I said nervously.

"You've got another bruise on your face," he said. There was a strange tone in his voice. "How did you get it?"

"I uhm, fell," I said looking at the floor.

"You always were kind of clumsy," he said. "But I didn't marry you for your gracefulness."

"Good night, Honey," I said.

"Don't you want to sit up and watch TV with me," he asked.

"Ted, I'd love to," I said. "But I don't have your energy. I'm exhausted. And I have to go to work tomorrow. Tomorrow night we'll watch TV together for sure."

"That's part of the problem with you," he sneered. "You're getting old really fast. You never want to have any God damned fun. Go on to bed, Granny." I quickly left and went to bed.

As I lay there in bed last night, for the first time I began to wonder about my marriage, my life and my future. How had things gotten so bad? Did Ted really mean the things he said? Or was it just the liquor talking?

A couple of times during the day I'd felt as if he hated me, or at least that he was out of his mind. I've read that when most people are drunk, it just lowers their inhibitions. They don't do anything that they wouldn't ordinarily want to do. The liquor simply stops them from thinking about the consequences of their actions.

Could that mean that Ted really doesn't love me or our son? Does he really feel trapped by us? There were other things that bothered me as well. For a few weeks now, Ted had stopped pestering me about sex. When we first got married, we did it all the time. He was always on me. Day and night, he expected me to just drop and strip. After I got pregnant I got a break. Ted could barely stand to be in the same room with me while I was pregnant.

We did have sex a few times after that but Ted complained that it felt different. He said that I wasn't as tight. Realistically, I'd begun to suspect then that he was getting it from someone else. I'm not stupid. A man doesn't go from needing it on a daily basis to once or twice a month overnight.

I guess like everything else, I figured it was just something he was going through. I was sure that sooner or later, love would bring him back to me. Then the drinking and staying out late started. And now it was worse. As I lay there waiting for sleep to take me, my mind drifted. It was near the end of one of the most special days of the year and I allowed myself to wonder what my life could have been like. I saw myself and my son living in a bigger, nicer house. I saw my son spending time with a man who loved spending time with him. I saw them playing catch with a football and actually talking to each other.

I saw myself come out of the house and call them to eat dinner that I'd made in a nice kitchen. I knew by looking at myself that I didn't have to even consider whether to buy milk or eggs. We could have both all the time. We could have bacon or sausages and cereal and all of those other things whenever we wanted.

I couldn't see the man's face because he kept the sun behind his back, but I knew that he loved me. In some parts of the dream he had on shiny silver or gray armor and he rode a big white horse. I knew then that I was dreaming. My life had never been and probably never would be like that.

All of that brings me back to the present. As Ted snores in our bed, I look at myself in the mirror. I'm beginning to look older than I really am. Ted was right about one thing last night though. I haven't been much fun lately. Maybe it's because I'm constantly working double shifts, while worrying about leaving my son with a neighbor. Maybe it's because I'm scraping and trying to put food on the table while the majority of Ted's money goes down his throat.

It wasn't always this way. When we first got together, Ted was always doing any and everything he could for me. He did everything he could to impress me. If another guy even looked at me Ted got angry. I fell in love with him, not because he was this big, good looking football guy but because he loved me so desperately. He used to sit with me and just plan out our life together. Of course our lives always revolved around him making it to the NFL.

Well in a way we did make it. We went from ruling our high school, to working and scuffling while Ted was in college and we finally ended up in our No Fun Life. That's as close as we'll get to the NFL. These days Ted doesn't even watch football on TV. It pisses him off too much to see guys he played with and against in college, who are in the pros.

I decided then and there that Francine was right. I needed to at least have one night of fantasy. Just one night to look back and see what the other people I'd gone to high school with were doing. Whether Ted went or not, I was going to that reunion.


Steve Perkins sat at his desk. It was eight o'clock in the morning and he was going over the latest sales results. He heard a beeping sound coming from his computer that indicated that he had mail. He checked his Microsoft Access account and his inbox was empty. Then he remembered that he could also get mail from his personal account too. When he checked it he saw four new spam messages and one that looked interesting. It was a reminder about his high-school's reunion dinner that was coming up in about a week. He'd already decided to go. He was looking forward to it. He'd agreed to give a speech.

Apparently, he was one of the more successful people from his graduating class. He'd been voted most likely to succeed and he had succeeded. He was vice president of marketing for Barrier Corp.

The company made a lot of different software products, including the world famous Barrier firewall. The company's slogan, "Put a Barrier between your computer and hackers," was very famous. As one of only three vice presidents, all of whom were equal, Steve was only outranked by the company's CEO/President and its mysterious owner, who was rarely around.

Since the owner was again, rarely around, Steve was technically the number two man in the company or at least vying to be number two with the other VPs. At work, his word was law. He had a reputation for not suffering fools and for being very decisive. His moods were mercurial and his few long term underlings quickly learned to see which way the winds were blowing before confronting him.

At home, it was different. Steve's wife controlled everything they did. She'd been cheating on him for years. He'd caught her twice, only to have her turn around and file for divorce.

Both times she'd simply told him that they lived in a community property state. No matter who was at fault she'd get half of their assets and then some. Even his lawyers told him that all of the proof his investigator had dug up would only cost him more money. No matter what he did, she'd get half of their assets plus child support for their two sons, plus alimony since she refused to work. Their two boys were as different as night and day. Neither one of them looked like Steve. He didn't like them and they both hated him too. The worst part of it was that Jessica no longer looked like the lingerie model she'd been when they married.

He'd met her during his senior year at college. There, just like in high-school, Steve had played football. He'd been the quarterback. He majored in marketing because the classes were pretty easy. That way they didn't interfere with football or partying. Steve was also smart. As the quarterback, his job was to make split second decisions and manage the team. A stupid man can't handle it. So when he broke his leg in four places during his senior year and saw his hopes for the NFL go up in smoke, Steve simply went with his back-up plan. With his degree in marketing, he quickly found a job and worked himself up through the company. When the chance at Barrier came, he quickly jumped ship and continued his rise.

He'd met Jessica at a party on campus. She'd been short and thick like a lot of the girls in the rap videos. Her piercing blue eyes and long black hair attracted him almost as much as her big round butt and tiny but pert breasts. It had been lust at first sight. Now seven years later Steve couldn't stand to look at her. She'd gained probably fifty pounds and her attitude had degraded. She'd had so much plastic surgery over the years to try to remain looking like a twenty two year old that Steve couldn't tell what was real and what was plastic anymore.

Her skin was a dark orange color from too many tanning sessions. Her boobs were huge now and quite visibly fake. Her big round booty that looked so good in thongs and skirts when they met had changed too. It looked like a giant bowl of orange cottage cheese, complete with dimples and cellulite. It still jiggled when she walked. But sometimes it continued to jiggle long after she'd stopped moving.

Steve had to admit that he was actually glad she'd begun cheating on him. If she wasn't having sex with other men, she'd probably want to do it with him. The thought of it frightened him. The only reason thus far that he hadn't divorced her, wasn't because of her sons or any residual emotional baggage, it was financial plain and simple. He was just trying to come up with a way to get out of the marriage without having to give up a substantial part of his assets. As soon as he could do that, she was history.

As Steve read the email, he remembered some of the women he'd gone through school with. Some of them were beautiful and he really wondered what they'd turned out like. He was also dying to reconnect with some of his friends from the team. He looked through his briefcase and pulled out the invitation. There were several names of members of the reunion committee on the letter that came with it.

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