Chapter 3: The Explanation

They are kissing when they hear me.

“Randy, Oh Shit! Randy, I am so sorry. What are you doing home?”

“Watching you eat pussy and ending our marriage.”

Now the redhead gets involved.

“Randy, please let me explain. This is all my fault. Please?”

I sit at the table we use when we eat outside. It has an umbrella and the chairs are in the shade at this moment.

“Sit, explain. I would like to hear this.”

Actually I still have a hard-on. That red head is hot. She is tall about 5’ 10 or 11”. Maybe 125 and with that wet red hair circling a beautiful face and ok, her tits are probably 36-d maybe even DD!

She sits as does my wife.

“Randy we can get pass this. Please just listen.”

“No lies.”

“I promise:”

“Me too,” said the red head.

“When did this start?”

Red, “About a year ago...”

“My wife has been cheating on me for a year and I had no clue?!”

“No, you don’t understand. My story starts a year ago. Please just listen.”

“Go on.”

Red--- A year ago my husband was killed. He had been in the Marines when I met him. He wanted a better life for us and he got out of the service before our first anniversary. He went to work for a company that supplies guards for congressmen going into dangerous war zones. He did this for us. He made more in two months than he made in a year in the Marines. He always wanted to live in south Florida so we bought this house next door to you guys. About 16 months ago he was sent to Africa to train some country’s presidential guards. Supposedly an easy and safe job. One day one of the people he was training turned his rifle on him and a couple others. He was killed. His body was sent home and since he had always wanted to be buried at Arlington National Cemetery the company he worked for arranged it all. They even sent me a first class ticket to Washington D. C. and put me up at a five star hotel. His mom and dad flew in from North Dakota. He was raised there. That’s why he wanted to live in south Florida, he hated the cold.

Anyway, after the burial his mom and dad left. I am an only child and both my parents are dead. I came back to an empty house. I had taken a job as a receptionist at an insurance company but I could not work. I started drinking, I lost my job. I had plenty money. My husband had lots of insurance. After I paid off the house and my car, I still had money left to live on. But I did not want to live. I had lost the love of my life. I had no friends. One morning I was sitting on my bed looking at a .357 revolver. I just wanted to end it all. Then the doorbell rang. It was Maria with a pan of lasagna.”

“Let me tell this part, please?”

“Go ahead.”

Maria---The day before I rang her doorbell I saw our neighbors, Coronel and Mrs. Simpson. She was getting out of the car and I went over to help her. They were coming home from the doctor’s office and they invited me in. After some talk about her arthritis she remarked what a shame it was about Kathy’s husband. I had no idea what she was talking about so they filled me in. She said she wished she could be the friend Kathy really needed right now but that she was just too sick and disabled. I left thinking I could be that friend.

The next morning I decided to make a pan of lasagna and take it over and introduce myself. It worked and we talked until all most 4 pm when I told her I needed to get home and start supper for you. But I invited her to come over the next day. We would lay out and swim. She accepted and soon after you left the next day she was at the door. We talked and swam. We laid out all morning. It was nice for me. I have no friends but yours and I rarely see them. That started being our thing. We would swim or lay out, then off to the mall for lunch or to do some shopping. I loved shopping with her! A girl needs another girl to shop with Randy. When you and I go you act like I need to rush. Then when I model, say a pair of jeans or a blouse, you always say it looks nice, buy it and we leave. Another girl will say, “Those jeans make your ass look fat, or that color is not you”. Understand? So we became shopping buddies. In the last six months how many times have I dragged you to the Mall?”