Chapter 1

It was a miserable November day in Minneapolis, but then again, it’s not that unusual of weather for the northern city. I quickened my pace and stepped into the large bar, more like a hook-up place for college kids, rather than a place for a quiet drink.

I paused just inside, allowing my ears and hands to warm while surveying the crowd. I was horny, having hit a dry spell for weeks and was looking for a warm body to make the evening more enjoyable.

My heart skipped a beat when I spotted her, a beautiful woman with flaming red hair, seated alone at the end of the bar. I quickly glanced around, surprised and glad that none of the pussy hounds had approached her. As the distance closed between us, my pulse raced as she turned and smiled in my direction.

Her slight freckles on her high cheeks accented her beauty, her sky-blue eyes pulling me into her soul. I began to speak, but only muttered nonsense, stopping to regroup. Her lips curled up in amusement at my awkwardness. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen here. Could I buy you a drink?” I stammered, my voice cracking as if I’d never talked to a female before.

My face reddened with her commanding look, instantly recognizing my inexperience. Finally, she spoke in the sexiest voice I’d ever heard, “Thanks for your compliment. I just hope my husband has the same assessment as you.” She waved her hand, showing her wedding band.

“Jesus!” I blurted. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t see it.” My face couldn’t have been a deeper shade of red. I did an about-face that any drill sergeant would be proud of and hastily retreated toward the exit. I didn’t make it three steps before I ran directly into a guy, older and larger than myself.

“Sorry,” I profusely apologized. “Guess my focus is still blurred from the cold.”

Stepping to the side, I began to continue when the woman called, “Wait, please come back.” I turned, and my body tensed as I witnessed the man wrap his arm around the woman, evidently, his wife.

“Crap, he’s going to beat me to an inch of my life for hitting on his wife,” I thought, glancing around, calculating my odds of avoiding a fight.

“Don’t go,” she pleaded. “I want you to meet my husband.”

Okay, maybe he’d take pity on me and just break my arm. I cautiously approached, and when he extended his hand, I sighed in relief and gave him a firm handshake.

Her captivating smile returned as she said, “I just wanted you to confirm to my husband with your declaration that I’m the most beautiful woman in here.”

My eyes darted to the sides, once again ready to flee, knowing I didn’t have a chance in hell of escaping her husband without incurring some kind of physical damage.

Seeing my nervous state, she giggled and said, “Just kidding. Relax. By the way, I’m Lisa, and the most handsome man in the room standing next to me is my dear husband, Jack.” She extended her delicate hand, and after a quick shake, I withdrew, finally inhaling air, thinking I’d avoided a pounding.

“I’m Dave, and I’d like to repeat my apology for approaching you,” I stuttered, still off my game.

Jack’s expression turned serious as he asked, “So, you’re taking back your statement that she’s the hottest chick in here?”

Sensing I was going to bolt, they both chuckled as he said, “No backsies, unless you think married women lose their beauty once they wear a ring.”

“Not at all,” I countered. “I’m far from religious, but I have strong feelings on the sanctity of marriage and avoid interacting with married women, under any conditions.”

He smiled and replied, “Very refreshing. Normally, she has to be quite vocal to beat the men off. We just finished our drinks, stopping in here for old time’s sake, having met here three years ago. Why don’t you join us for dinner at the Chianti Grill down the street? Our treat.”

“Sure, if you don’t mind,” I accepted. With his aura of confidence and good looks, I realized how he’d captured such a remarkable woman.

On the way to the restaurant, I walked alongside him with Lisa on his other side. After we were seated, I ordered a modest dish, since it was on their dime. Lisa, seeing my uneasiness, began, “Dave, we’ll tell you a bit about ourselves and then you can tell us about yourself. I graduated with a business degree last year and work as an office manager, while my overachieving husband just passed the bar and practices at a large firm near us.”

They turned their attention to me, prompting me that it was my turn, so I related, “I’m a senior, majoring in civil engineering.” Their smiles with a hint of smirking were something I’d seen before. “I know what you’re thinking. Civil Engineering is for someone not smart enough to get a real engineering degree, and you’re probably right. I just wasn’t sure what I wanted to do, and a few companies I interviewed in my junior year stated they were interested in me, more for a manager position, rather than engineering.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” Jack said. “It sounds like you have a plan, and any degree provides a foundation to build upon. Do you plan on staying in Minneapolis?”

“Probably,” I replied. “Currently, I’m still living with my parents. I’m an only child, and you know how some mothers are when it comes to losing their sons. She convinced me to remain at home until I either get a job or marry. It’s saved me quite a bit of money, though, so it all works out for me.”

Lisa giggled and asked, “So, you were searching for a wife at the bar?”

My face reddened again, reliving my embarrassing moment with her. It was like she could read my mind, knowing I was thinking of boning her when I first saw her, marriage far from my mind. “Mainly to get out of the cold,” I said, trying to weasel my way out.

They smiled in tandem, relishing in torturing me, and when they chuckled, they broke the tension, causing me to join in their laughter. While we ate, the conversation flowed more easily as we quickly became friends. All thoughts of bedding his wife vanished from my thoughts as we became more connected.

After the meal, I thanked them for the meal and once again apologized for the misunderstanding. Jack pulled his card and handed it to me and said, “Call or text me anytime. We enjoyed your company and wouldn’t mind meeting you again. Next Friday night, here at seven sound alright?”

“Sure. I look forward to it, but only under the condition I pay my way,” I replied.

“Deal,” they chimed together, and we parted ways for the night. On my way home, I reflected on how good I felt about meeting such nice people, and not regretting missing a quick lay.

It quickly turned into a weekly event, switching to different restaurants each time, and on our fifth meet, I met my wife. I’d arrived a few minutes late, and when I spotted them at a table, I noticed an attractive, no, that’s not a fair description, more like the hottest brunette I’d ever seen, sitting next to them.

When I sat, I apologized, “Sorry, I’m late. Got hung up in traffic.”

Gazing at the beautiful woman sitting across from me, I was awestruck by her alluring looks. Her shoulder-length brown hair matched the color of her large, wide eyes, exuding warmth. Immediately, my eyes searched for a ring, not wanting to make the same mistake again. My heart raced, seeing no wedding band.

Lisa introduced us, “Dave, this is Kathy. We were in the same accounting class when we were juniors and used to eat lunch together.”

When Kathy extended her hand and I gently clasped it, I immediately felt a jolt of excitement flow through me. “All my friends call me Kat,” she spoke, her voice just as lustfully sexy as her appearance.

Without releasing her hand, I opened my mouth to speak, and once again, I floundered. Jesus, I was going to remain single the rest of my life if beautiful women continued to have this effect on me.

Lisa giggled and interjected, “Don’t worry, Kat. He’ll come to in a bit. He has trouble when he meets beautiful women. You should have seen him the first time we met. You’ll get to like him as much as Jack and I do.”

Without releasing her hand, I said, “Glad to meet you.” I refrained from adding to Lisa’s comment, knowing from Kat’s smile and the slight squeezing of her hand, she knew how strongly I felt about her.

Lisa and Jack pulled us into a lively conversation through the meal, and by the end, Kat began flirting with me, fleetingly brushing her hand across my arm several times, flashing me her radiant smile, her eyes conveying her lustful feelings.

When finished with the meal, I slowly signed my signature on the bill, hoping to lengthen our time together, even if for only a few more moments. Suddenly, one of Jack’s business cards fell in front of me and one by Kat.

He instructed, “Write down your emails and phone numbers so you two can meet again, if you want.”

I hurriedly scribbled down mine, and when I cautiously went to give it to her, Kat grinned mischievously, having already filled out hers. “Text me anytime, Dave. It was a pleasure meeting you.”

“Is tonight too soon?” I asked, causing the table to erupt in laughter.

She smiled widely and replied, “Not at all. I was hoping for it.”

Jack and Lisa smiled confidently, knowing they had successfully joined two of their friends together.

That night, we texted and every night after, until we switched to talking for hours and then began dating. We took it slow, starting with dinner dates and gradually expanding to weekend excursions for various events. When I’d pick her up at her house, she always waited at the curb. It always saddened me a little as I took it as a signal that she didn’t want her parents to think we were serious in our relationship.

Rosie, my mom, and Frank, my dad, had no problem with me bringing girls home, as we’d converted the basement into my living quarters so as not to bother them. Yeah, I know how it sounds, living in Mom’s basement, but it worked out well for us.

Kat and I hadn’t made love yet, and she acted surprised after dinner one night when I asked her if she’d mind stopping at my house to meet my parents. Seeing her pause and thinking I was taking it too fast and maybe she wasn’t looking for a long-term relationship, I apologized, “Sorry, if you’re uncomfortable meeting them, we don’t have to.”

She hugged and kissed me passionately and replied, “I’d love to meet them, and tomorrow I’ll introduce you to mine.”

Mom and Dad fell in love with her almost as fast as I did, immediately treating her as a close family member. After a quick tour of the house, Mom treated us to some pie and ice cream as they became acquainted with her.

When it was time to leave, Mom hugged her tightly while Dad shook her hand. On the way to her place, she chirped, “I love your parents. They’re so friendly and down-to-earth. I hope you like mine just as much.”

The next night, I met Bob and Helen, her parents. His handshake was firm and solid, as if he’d done it hundreds of times. He owned a small company, and his conversation reflected his acute business sense. Nevertheless, he made me feel comfortable, alleviating any awkwardness in my relationship with his daughter. Helen, his wife, treated me as well as my own mother.

After I left, I felt confident our relationship was heading in the right direction and hoped we could advance to the next level in the near future. We dated every night after that, alternating between dining out or eating at one of the parents’ homes.

After two weeks of never going beyond heavy kissing, Kat suggested, “Why don’t we stop by your parents’ house tonight. I’d like to see how you remodeled the basement into your bedroom. Maybe I’ll have Daddy do the same for me.”

After a quick call alerting Mom, we arrived to find freshly-baked brownies waiting for us. While Mom and Kat were in the kitchen cleaning up, their hushed whispers were too low for me to catch, ending with a burst of giggling. When Kat returned, she held her hand out and said, “Let’s see how you fixed up the basement.”

Firmly grasping my hand, she dragged me to the stairs. On the way, I glanced at Mom, who was doing an imitation of a Cheshire cat, with a grin to match.

Once the door closed, Kat passionately kissed me while her fingers unbuckled and unzipped my pants, shoving them to the floor. My hands explored her back while she wrapped her hand around my throbbing prick. Turning me around so her back was flat against the door, she begged, “I’m so fucking horny. Fuck me now.”

One of my hands landed on her soft thigh and ventured upward, raising her skirt. Not only was she not wearing panties, but her slot was soaked. She’d been thinking about fucking me all night. Her hand wrapped around my throbbing member as I clasped her ass cheeks, holding her firmly. After popping my bloated plum-shaped head behind her outer pussy lips, she reached around and pulled me into her.

She gasped and moaned as my cock descended and separated her velvety folds for the first time, her walls clinging and releasing her juices, pulling me in deeper. Our gaze locked together while we kissed, reaching into each other’s souls while I hammered her horny hole. Her lust-filled eyes mirrored mine, and I knew at that moment we were meant to be together. For life.

I pounded her body against the door, the loud knocking reverberating through the house. Enough to wake the dead.

I generally take pride in lasting long enough to give a woman two orgasms, but when her vice-like cunt molded around my prick and strangled it, my cock exploded, spraying her insides with my sticky cum. She released my mouth and wailed with carnal lust, screaming, “Fuck, I’m cumming so hard. Fuck me hard, baby. I love you so much.”

It was the first time she’d admitted her love for me, and I hoped it just wasn’t in the heat of the moment, but nonetheless, it filled me with so much excitement that I returned her declaration, exclaiming, “I love you, Kat!”

Her hands rose to my back as she hugged me tightly, our jerking ceasing as our orgasms faded. After we caught our breath, I murmured, “Jesus, that was unbelievable. You are amazing. I’m just glad Mom or Dad didn’t come to see what the banging was about.”

She giggled and said, “Your mom knew what was going to happen and even approved it. What do you think we were talking about in the kitchen?”

“Just so I know how many days to avoid eye contact with Mom, exactly what did you say to her?” I asked, fearing the worst from the mischievous smirk plastered on her cute face.

“It was nothing. I asked her whether she’d mind if I gave her son something she could never do,” she replied, her eyes glinting with joy as she saw me wince.

“Fuck, I’m moving out tonight. Or tunneling another exit so I don’t have to see them anymore,” I jokingly added.

“She was fine with it, and after we giggled a bit, she said she hoped I’d scream a lot louder than the previous girls you’ve brought home,” she said.

“Damn. I thought it was pretty soundproof down here,” I said.

“They understand. They’re old but you do know they still fuck and accept the fact that you’re going to do the same, don’t you?”

“How about if we change topics and see if we can make you scream for them,” I said, moving us over to the bed. After we finished undressing, she flopped onto my bed, spreading her legs widely. My balls tingled when I saw her nude body for the first time. Her perky, proud breasts, capped with pink nipples were the finest tits I’ve ever laid eyes on. When my gaze drifted lower to her furry, brown landing strip, my prick jerked with approval.

I moved on top of her, my hands filling with her tits, as my mouth sucked on her rock-hard nipples. Her body responded quickly, writhing and twisting as her hand pulled my stiff cock into her snug snatch. We fucked at a slower pace, enjoying the intimacy of the act. Her breasts heaved in my hands as my cock serviced her hungry pussy.

“I meant what I said,” she gushed, between grunts. “I love you with all my heart.”

Her eyes glistened, reflecting the purest love I’ve ever seen. “I love you, too, Kat,” I said sincerely, kissing her as we made love.

When we finished, I demonstrated my pussy eating skills, bringing her to two intense orgasms in which she screamed at the top of her lungs. I envisioned Mom smiling as she heard her future daughter-in-law break the record.

Kat reciprocated our oral festivities, sucking me until I hardened, then I fucked her doggy-style, banging her head against the headboard until we released, ending our first session of intimacy with both of us sexually satiated for the night. After we rested, we snuck back upstairs and went out to the car, thankfully not seeing Mom or Dad on the way.

When I walked her to her door, we passionately kissed goodbye, once again affirming our love for each other.

Once the floodgates had been opened, we fucked or sucked every night, if not in my bed, in my car or on a blanket in the park at night. We couldn’t get enough of each other, and I’m not sure how we even made it through the rest of the year without flunking.

After graduation, her parents invited mine over for a barbecue to celebrate. We also invited Jack and Lisa, as they were the ones who introduced us. That evening, Kat and I made love all night in my bedroom using the time between bouts to plan our future.

Kat quickly landed a job with a bank, which was easy to do in Minneapolis, being a banking hub of sorts. She was to begin as a financial assistant with a promise of other opportunities later on. It took me another month to find employment at a mid-sized company encompassing the surrounding states. Soon after, we found a modest one-bedroom apartment, keeping our costs low to pay off our school loans.

Six months later, I proposed, and she readily accepted. The wedding was a low-key affair with only a few friends and our parents in attendance. Jack was my best man, and Lisa the matron of honor. At a lull in the festivities, her father, Bob, ushered me into his den to discuss something with me privately. Pouring us a double shot of his favorite spirit, he sat behind his desk with me across from him in a comfortable chair.

After a few sips, his expression turned serious, as she proposed, “Dave, now that you’re officially part of the family, I’d like to offer you employment in my company. I can offer a salary substantially higher than where you’re currently employed, and eventually you’d be on the fast track to take over our business.”

He’d hinted about it before, but it still surprised me that he held that much confidence in me. It definitely piqued my interest, and I ran the various scenarios through my mind of intertwining family with business. After composing my thoughts, I responded, “I appreciate your offer, Bob, but I’d like to remain where I’m at for a few years to gain some experience. I really enjoy my work and I’m not ready to give it up quite yet, but I’ll keep your offer in mind and discuss it with Kat and see what she says.”

He smiled, probably hoping he could sway his daughter to convince me. Changing topics, he said, “Kat tells me your apartment is a little cramped and you guys will eventually look for a house. Would you consider accepting my help in procuring a starter home? I could loan you the down payment, which could be paid back down the road.”

“Thanks, Bob. We’d planned on looking after we pay off our school loans, and we still haven’t decided about the neighborhood or the size of the house. It’s probably a few years away, so we won’t need your help right away, but I’ll talk it over with Kat when we discuss your other offer.”

He took another sip, grinned, and let out a chuckle, replying, “I suppose I should have brought you both in, but I suspect that Kat will agree with you. She’s always been determined on forging her own path. Along those lines, I can’t tell you how pleased I am with how well you treat Kat. I’ve never seen her so happy since you’ve been together. I know both of you are young and eager to prove yourselves, but always remember, Helen and I will be here to support you.”

He was right about Kat. When we talked about it later, she sided with me, determined for us to grow together without her family’s help. The next few years were filled with bliss as our love continued to grow along with our success in our jobs. After several promotions, I was in charge of a department, overseeing managers I’d personally picked. It was a low enough level not to be stressful, but high enough for a sufficient income, plus it provided me the ability to take time off in case Kat and I wanted to spend a long weekend somewhere.

Finally, our loans were paid off, and we discussed purchasing a house. When she persisted in limiting our search to four-bedroom houses or larger, I asked why she desired so much space. Her answer stopped me in my tracks, my smile widening as she disclosed her desire to have three children. We dined out and made love for the entire night, excitedly discussing the names of our children and envisioning how we’d raise them.

Once again, her father offered to help in the purchase of our home, but Kat insisted we do it ourselves. She even turned it into a game. We opened up separate savings accounts, each of us contributing to it from our salaries. At the end of each month, we’d compare totals, and whoever increased theirs the most would win in orchestrating a night of romance.

I won most months until she received a substantial promotion, along with a salary increase. Her new role placed her on an audit team that rotated between branches around the metro area, ensuring they were compliant. She explained how the leader, Kevin Murphy, was instrumental in elevating her position and wanted me to meet him and his wife, Heather.

We scheduled a dinner, and it turned out to be six of us. He’d invited his sister, Monica, and her husband, Russ. Kevin was a redhead while his wife, Heather, was a striking, stacked honey-blonde who didn’t carry any extra weight, even after bearing two children.

His sister, Monica, was cloaked almost entirely in black, barely spoke, her presence enigmatic throughout the meal. When she did speak, it was with Kat since Monica worked at a different banking institution, sharing common topics.

Monica’s husband, Russ, and her brother, Kevin, commanded the conversations. I chalked it up to their positions, which required them to be forward and aggressive. To me, they were nothing more than a couple of blowhards, clearly thinking highly of themselves. I immediately didn’t like either of them.

It wasn’t a fun night, and unfortunately, we had several more after that. Several months later, Kat persuaded me to accompany her to one of her company’s award nights. She emphasized that it was crucial for her to network with the senior managers who would be attending. I reluctantly agreed, and when we arrived, they’d secured a table for the six of us. After the awards, which fortunately didn’t last long, we ate. When finished, Kat, Kevin, and Russ mingled with the crowd at the open bar, meeting with what I assumed were key managers.

I was left with Heather and Monica, who looked stunning in a very sleek sundress with a plunging neckline. Her silky black hair, styled in a bob, hung along the sides of her beautiful face, soft bangs skimming her forehead. She seemed like a different person from the one I’d seen previously, probably since this was a much more formal setting than our casual dinners.

Glancing from Heather to Monica and then to Kat, I realized that all of us men had married far above our league. The three women could have picked anyone, yet somehow, we were the lucky ones.

I enjoyed chatting with the two lovely ladies, our discussions drifting toward events and hobbies, rather than any business items. It was clear that Heather and Monica shared a closer relationship than I originally suspected. It made sense, given that they were sisters-in-law, attending the same family functions.

The lights dimmed, soft music playing as several couples slow-danced. We resumed talking, and after twenty minutes or so, I saw Heather jolt as if someone had kicked her. She turned sharply to Monica, whose beautiful brown eyes widened, her expression one of concern. Without a word, she nodded toward the center of the room.

Heather and I followed her gaze to see Kevin with Kat, swaying to the music. Ordinarily, it wouldn’t have set off an alarm, but the way he held her was unmistakably intimate. His hand rested on her lower back, pulling her closer than business associates should be.

Heather sprang to her feet and dashed over, tapping Kat on the shoulder. They spoke briefly, likely Heather asking Kat if she could dance with her husband. Kat turned, and instead of returning to our table, she strolled to the open bar, crowded with men, who swarmed around her. I glanced at Monica, and from her expression, I surmised that my face was as flushed as hers.

She muttered, “This is why I hate these events. Too much liquor and testosterone are never a good mix.”

Frustration simmered within me, not only for Kevin but for Kat’s indifferent attitude toward me. It was the first time she’d completely ignored me in favor of other men. Deep down, I knew she was prioritizing her career, and I wasn’t happy with myself for being so jealous. I should have been more supportive, but it gnawed at me until I couldn’t stand it any longer. I excused myself from Monica, and when I found Kat, I leaned in and whispered, “I’d like to leave now. Everything seems to be dying down, don’t you think?”

She seized my arm and led me away from the group of men she was with, and for the first time, I saw a scorn on her face I’d never seen before, on the verge of despising me. I didn’t like it; my nerves were on edge. With anger laced in her voice, she hissed, “Look, this is how you get promoted in this company. I can’t believe you’d risk jeopardizing my career because you’re a little bored. I’m staying here and will do my best to fix the embarrassment you just caused. Get another drink and enjoy yourself. Maybe some alcohol will soothe your fragile male ego.”

Without waiting for a response, she turned and traipsed back over to a group of men.

I was left standing, my expression unable to mask my disappointment. My face burned with anger, and if I had been a cartoon, steam would’ve been shooting from my ears. This was a side of my Kat that I’d never seen, and somehow I blamed Kevin. His influence had turned her into an over-aggressive business player, clawing her way up the corporate ladder.

I dejectedly returned to our table and sat. While I wallowed in my misery, Monica’s look of pity only added to it.

“Want to order another drink?” Monica asked gently, hoping to brighten my mood.

“No, thanks. I just want to get out of here,” I muttered.

Monica’s expression softened as she suggested, “If you want to head home, I’ll make sure Kat gets a ride home. Take it from me, it doesn’t get better.”

“Thanks, I’ve had it,” I stated, exhaling sharply. “I’ll ask her one more time, and if she refuses, I’ll take you up on the offer.”

Approaching her, I saw the men openly ogling her sexy body as they laughed and continued to drink. I leaned in and once again whispered, “I’m leaving. If you don’t want to go with me, Monica will take you home.”

She turned, her face shifting to something cold and unrecognizable. “Fine. Go!” she sharply spat.

She faced her peers before catching the hurt in my face. Knowing she wouldn’t change her mind, I resigned my fate and walked out, glancing quickly at Monica, whose sorrowful expression mirrored mine.

It was the first time in a long time that I went to bed without Kat by my side. It was our first major rift, and I never imagined it would end without us talking it through. Our communications had always flowed freely before, but now, I grappled with the weight of our fracture.

After tossing and turning, I finally fell asleep, only to be awakened with Kat sucking my cock, which was hard as a rock. While I was angry with her, my prick didn’t hold the same sentiment. When I moaned and opened my eyes, she straddled me, her nude body dropping down, sinking my prick into her soaking slot. She bounced up and down for several minutes before leaning down, her face filled with the lust and love I so dearly loved.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” she murmured, her tone tinged with regret. “I got so caught up in the excitement, I said things I shouldn’t have. Can you forgive me? I love you so much.”

My hands squeezed her full mounds, my fingers twisting her nipples. “How and when did you get home?” I asked, fearing what I’d hear.

“I only stayed a few hours longer. Monica brought me home. When she explained how upset you were, I felt devastated. I’m so sorry.”

That relieved me, knowing that Monica had stuck by her word. Somehow, I knew Monica had protected me, ensuring Kat didn’t go overboard. We ceased talking as her orgasm overtook her. She lay on top of me, hugging and kissing me. I flipped us over and drove into her, fucking her madly, venting my frustration on her clinging cunt. After draining my load of cum in her, we spooned and fell asleep.