Chapter 2

Todd's Story

I first met Annie at Willie's Roadhouse, a local country bar. They had line dancing every Wednesday from 8 to 10. She and another blond lady came together, or showed up within a short time of each other. The blond lady looked to be in her early forties and Annie about 20, max. I was instantly smitten with her but thought, "How would that look, me 48 and her 20? What would we have in common, me, a businessman and her, likely, just a bimbo who washed dishes at the local hotel?"

She wore big, baggy tops, so it was hard to tell her upper shape. But she wore tight jeans and cowboy boots which clearly showed she had a killer lower body and a great ass. I have always been an ass man, so if she were small breasted that didn't matter. Part of line dancing is a two-step where the dancer shakes her ass and jumps sideways two steps left, then two right. Every time she did this, with her back to me, I had to take deep breaths just to stay composed. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She had long blond hair, streaming from under a black cowboy hat, down to her ass.

"If only she were older," I thought to myself, "I would go for it."

My marriage, for all intents and purposes, was over. I had married a bitch, and I could not see myself spending the remaining years of my life with her. Our three kids were now old

enough to survive without a full-time father. We had been married nearly 25 years. She changed shortly after I married her. She was a Jekyll and Hyde type. When we were with friends, she would be the most pleasant person in the world, and our guests thought so, too. However, as soon as they left, a new person appeared, as mean and vindictive as anyone you have ever seen. I had had enough of this and needed to move on.

Annie was also a member at my gym so I saw her there, too. We took aerobics classes together. I still didn't know her name, but did she ever look good. She always wore black tights with a pink trim. They showed off her beautiful ass and her tight thighs. She sure had the body of a twenty year old, or younger. I felt like the proverbial dirty old man watching this young beauty.

I was also watching the gym instructor, Connie. She, too, had an ass to die for. She taught

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three classes a day and you could have bounced a quarter off her butt. She had a small bust, not big, just right. But her ass was perfect. It was a little bigger than Annie's but much tighter. All the guys kept their eyes glued to her behind which was easy because she was at the front of the class. She knew she had a great ass and was always flaunting it.

After class, in the men's locker room, all you could hear were guys saying how they would love to get their hands on Connie's ass. I would just chuckle to myself. They didn't know that I was meeting her every Thursday afternoon at her house. She was divorced, and had no boyfriend, so I was her only release. By the time Thursday rolled around, she was as horny as a house cat. She was 36, so just in her sexual prime. Not only did she have a killer body, but she had the tightest pussy I had ever experienced. She actually exercised her cunt by squeezing it, letting it relax, then squeezing it again, over and over, making the muscles in and around her pussy stronger. She could actually tighten her cunt walls around your penis for an extra

sensation. She loved to be fucked from behind and would bark like a dog. She loved to suck cock as well, and to have her cunt sucked. Thursday afternoons were to die for. I am relating this aside for a reason. Later, I would discover that Annie was as tight, if not tighter. She could hook a man with it. I think that is one of the reasons why the men we later had threesomes with enjoyed fucking her so much.

After a few weeks, I was getting to see Annie on the nights she showed up at Willie's Roadhouse and the times at the gym. It got to the point that, when she didn't show up at either place, I was sad and almost heart broken. Some weeks she never showed at either place.

One night, at the Roadhouse, the lady that I thought was the mother asked me to dance. I am a terrible dancer, but I said, "One dance." Afterwards, we talked for a couple of minutes. We introduced ourselves. Her name was Christine. This was one of the nights that Annie was not there. I casually asked her where her daughter was.

She laughed and said, "You mean Annie?"

She explained that they were friends. She told me that Annie was a teacher and also worked at the local movie theatre. She explained that Annie was not there that night because she was working on her Masters in Education. You could have knocked me over with a feather. So much for the "bimbo" thing. Christine went on to say that Annie would be at the Roadhouse the following Wednesday because it was her thirtieth birthday. Her boyfriend managed the

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roadhouse and he wanted her there. I had seen her dancing with this big guy but had not put two and two together. Once again, you could have knocked me over with a feather when Christine told me that Annie was going to be thirty. Now the age gap had been greatly narrowed. Plus, she was not a bimbo. She was a professional, a teacher, no less. Maybe it was not such a crazy idea, me wanting her so badly. I could hardly wait until the next week, as Christine had promised to introduce us.

Every day was like a week, waiting for the next Wednesday to finally meet Annie. I bought her a Levi western shirt for her birthday. I showed up earlier than usual that night. I put her present inside my own shirt. Christine was already there, but no Annie. Christine told me that Annie had a class every Wednesday night and that she would be arriving shortly after eight. Now I knew why, when she did come, she was always late. When she arrived, my heart skipped a beat just seeing her. Her boyfriend, David, grabbed her, picked her, literally, off the floor, kissed her and wished her a Happy Birthday. A twinge of jealously rippled thru me. I was wishing it was me greeting her, not him. He was a big man, some 6' 4", and in the neighborhood of 250 lbs; me, a short little 5' 10" and 175 lbs. It was painfully obvious that I was never going to win her in a

fist fight.

Before long Christine brought Annie over and introduced us. I was sitting at the edge of the dance floor. There is a corral-style fence around it with bench seats. The railing on top is just big enough for elbows to lean on and a drink to sit on. We were like two horses, a young mare and a horny old stud, meeting across a fence. To me, the grass sure looked better on the other side. I looked into her eyes, and she mine. There was joy in mine, for sure, and I sensed the same in hers. She said that she had noticed me, sitting in the same seat, on many previous nights, and at the gym. She then asked me about the bulge in my shirt. I told her that I was made aware of her birthday and thought it only right that I brought something for her. She found it funny that I had hidden it in my shirt. I undid my four top buttons and pulled out her present. She couldn't believe how kind I was to remember her birthday and to go through the trouble, and expense, of buying her a gift. She told me she loved it. Deep down I sensed that she was embarrassed. I learned, later, that Annie was very self-conscious.

At that moment, the music restarted. Annie quickly took the shirt into David's office, which was close by, and rushed to get on the floor. I watched her dance and shake that gorgeous

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ass. She seemed to give a better show than usual, as if to further impress me. And it worked. I stayed until the line-dancing was over. Annie had come over a few times for small talk. She told me that she was leaving right after as she needed to get her sleep. She had to teach the next day. As I was leaving she came out, carrying the shirt I had given her. She came over to me, put both her warm hands on my cheeks, and placed a quick kiss on my lips. She said that was her way of saying how sweet I was to think of her on her birthday. I was so surprised I just stood there with knees shaking, threatening to buckle. She asked me where I was parked. I told her I was in the lot a few yards from the bar. She said that she was, too, and asked me to walk her to her car. As fate would have it, we had parked beside each other. Hers was a sporty Honda Prelude and mine, my fun car, a 1972 Mercedes 350 Coupe. We complimented each other on our vehicles. I asked if she was dancing the next Wednesday and she said yes. I told her that I likely would be there, too. Annie wished me good night, got in her car, waved good-bye, and drove off.

It seemed like a month 'til the next Wednesday finally rolled around. She hadn't been at the gym, either, and I had a bad case of Annie withdrawal. I got to the bar early to make sure I sat in my usual seat. Eight o'clock, eight thirty, nine o'clock, no Annie. "Fuck, she isn't coming," I thought to myself. Now, I would have another week of waiting before I would see her. I was just sick. Suddenly, right out of the blue, there she was in the middle of the dance floor, directly in front of me. She gave me a little wave and kept right on dancing.

When the music stopped, for a break, Annie came over and said hello. She was wearing the shirt I had given her. It was smaller than the ones she had been wearing and showed that she might have some tits. She then left and went to the office to see David. She closed the door behind her. I could only speculate, in my jealous mind, what they were doing in there. The door remained tightly shut for the whole fifteen minute break. Annie only reappeared when the music started up again. However, instead of going straight to the dance floor, she came over to me. She asked if she could request a favor. She said that Christine hadn't shown and she had no ride home. She had been dropped off at the Roadhouse fully expecting to get a ride home with Christine. Annie asked if I would mind driving her home in my old Mercedes. "Of course," I said. "It would be my pleasure." She asked if I was parked in the same place and I replied in the affirmative. Annie told me to wait for her at my car as David might not like the idea of me driving her home. She wanted him to think that she took her own car.

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I waited in my car after the bar closed for a good fifteen minutes. Finally, Annie came strolling up and got in. She looked gorgeous, as usual, in her tight blue jeans, the birthday shirt, and her cowboy boots and hat. Finally, I had Annie all to myself. My heart was racing as she told me where she lived. We made small talk, and far too soon, arrived at her house. I pulled into her driveway and prayed that she would invite me in. She asked me if I wanted to see her back yard. She took me by the hand and we walked around back. We stood in the middle of the back yard and she showed me how private it was. It backed onto a wooded area which, she said, would never be built up because of the highway some distance behind it. She turned to me, wrapped her arms around me and began kissing me, telling me that she thought I was a nice man. If she only knew how I was lusting after her, she might have changed her mind. We proceeded to her door. I was anxious to go inside with her but she thanked me for the ride and disappeared inside. I think she had planned to invite me in but became afraid that David might show up.

The next chance to be with her alone came about by me loaning her a car. She had told me that she wanted her Prelude painted and asked me to recommend a body shop, since I was in the car business. Not only did I set her up, but I also gave her a loaner while hers was tied up. Her car was ready the following Wednesday, so I picked it up at the body shop. We had planned to exchange cars at Willie's Roadhouse. That night, she came over to me numerous times. She even asked me to dance with her. We agreed to meet in the parking garage after we left to do the exchange. When we got out there, Annie said she wanted to talk to me and to meet her at the park by the river. My mind started racing and my curiosity was piqued.

"What does she want to talk about?" I wondered.

I followed Annie to the park. She got out of her car and into mine, the one she had borrowed. She thanked me for loaning her a car and getting her a deal on the paint job (I had told the shop that she was my sister). I reached over took her hand and said it was my pleasure. I told her that I really liked her, maybe a little too much. She turned to me, wrapped her arms around me, and began kissing me, saying that she probably liked me too much, too. Then she climbed over the console and sat on my lap, facing me. She said she had been smelling my cologne on the seatbelt all week and couldn't stop thinking about me. Annie kept kissing me like a woman possessed. Then she pulled her shirt and bra all the way up and pushed her tits in my face. All

my guessing about them ended. They were beautiful, nicely rounded, not too big, but perky with

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nice nipples and aureoles that were perfectly round. I gasped as I looked at them and was surprised that she had whipped them out without being asked. In fact, I hadn't even fondled them while we were kissing.

"Was this little kindergarten teacher really a closet slut?" I thought to myself. I sucked on them and Annie began moaning. However, rather abruptly, she regained her senses, slid over to her seat, and said she needed to get home before David showed up. Had she briefly lost control and now feared I thought she was easy. I wasn't planning on taking advantage of her. She wasn't going to be a one night stand. I wanted her for the long run. She kissed me good night, got into her car, and drove off.

The next time we met was at the gym. Annie pulled me aside and asked to speak to me, alone, after my work out. We met for coffee and she told me that she liked me, a lot, but was not going to be, "the other woman." I confessed that my marriage was on the rocks and that I would be leaving my wife, soon. Annie told me that she would wait for me. Her relationship with David had soured and she had left him. She wanted me, but with no strings attached. I promised to expedite matters.

I made good on my promise and, within a month, had moved into Annie's house. Life

was good. Here was this young, beautiful woman who only had eyes for me. Anyone half my age would have been proud to have this angel on his arm let alone be living with her and enjoying all the benefits that that entailed.

Annie wanted to be a mother more than anything in the world but, try as we might, we could not conceive. We were both examined by doctors and pronounced "normal." Annie was fertile and my sperm count was good. Still no conception. We drove for four hours, twice a month, to a fertility clinic, to try in vitro, to no avail. This went on for a full year. Annie was so depressed.

We both figured that, if we fucked enough times, surely one sperm cell would find her egg. And so we became like rabbits. We fucked every day at least twice. She would wake me up, before she left for school, by either jerking me off or sucking my cock, and then ride me until I came inside her. She told me that she loved walking around with my sperm in her cunt all day. After school, she would come to the dealership and fuck me in my office. Some nights, when I arrived home, she would greet me, drink in hand, in a skimpy outfit. She would hand me my

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drink and then drop to her knees and suck my cock. We would fuck 'til the wee hours. This scenario was repeated, almost daily, for four years. I should have been ecstatic, but in the back of my mind, I felt that something was missing.

One day at work it dawned on me that the missing piece was to watch Annie fuck other men. I had always fantasized about it, but now I realized that I wanted to make it a reality. That night, after our love-making, I asked Annie if she would consider fucking another man while I watched. She was devastated. She started crying.

"Don't you love me, anymore?" she asked. "Are you not happy with me?"