Chapter 1

The bar was lively for a Thursday evening. Sam Weatherly stared into the almost empty bottle of beer, quietly contemplating recent events. Valentine's Day with Alexis had not gone as planned. Grimly, Sam tipped the bottle up drinking the last few drops. Sam placed the drained bottle behind the bars back-splash asking Sherry, the bartender, for another. With a sympathetic smile, Sherry patted Sam's hand and took the empty away placing it with the others. She reached into the fridge for another long neck. Opening it, Sherry slid the cold brew down the bar into Sam's waiting hands.

On its journey the bottle passed a man deep in thought sipping a glass of Chardonnay. Taking a swig from the freshly opened bottle, Sam let the beer linger a moment. Savoring the fermented essence, Sam's gaze drifted to the mirror on the wall. Surveying the reflections Sam spotted a happy group of ten to twelve people in the back. They were all having fun, especially the cheery couple seated at the party's center. Sam swallowed hard, feeling a tear escape as thoughts turned to Alexis. It was only a couple of days ago when things had come apart.

"Yo! Everyone, gather around — c'mon Martin, Wilson, Brantley, Weatherly, get your asses over here now!" yelled site foreman Maxwell Hooper. "God damn it Caruthers, close that fucking phone before I shove it where the sun don't shine. I've got something important to tell you lamebrains."

Standing on a pallet of rebar, Max told the gathering that with some extra effort they could finish the job the next afternoon, a full day early. Sam looked at Brantley, giving the dump truck driver two thumbs up. Everyone knew tomorrow was Valentine's Day. The thought of being home with their loved ones on Cupid's magical day inspired the construction workers. The hum of machinery filled the air; encouraging shouts spurred them on to job completion.

Sam worked the controls of the mighty excavator with the grace of a conductor performing at Carnegie Hall. The proud operating engineer sent the powerful machine's scoop deep into the ground, and with unerring accuracy emptied the contents into the waiting dump truck. Brantley watched in awe as Sam hit the 'sweet spot' each and every time.

"Damn Sam, that was fast work," said Brantley as he started to place the tarp over the now full truck.

"Shit, Jackson if you had a woman half as lovely as my Alexis, that fucking truck of yours would already have been emptied and back by now!" laughed Sam, climbing out of the cab of the excavator.

Jumping to the ground, the young heavy machine operator helped Brantley get the truck ready for transit. The twosome labored into the early evening preparing the earth for the next phase of the project.

At 2:15, Valentine's Day afternoon, the gang cheered in jubilation when Max gave the thumbs up for a job well done. With loud back slaps, and high fives, the crew quickly vacated the job site, anticipating the arms of dear loved ones at home. After giving Brantley a fist-bump, Sam hurried to the Iron-Man-Red Silverado, quickly sliding onto the leather seat. Turning the ignition key the powerful diesel came to life, and it was homeward bound. But before heading onto the highway, a stop needed to be made first.

"That looks really good," Sam said, complimenting the young man on the color scheme. "Where do you keep your roses?"

The busy florist responded by pointing to a large cooler. Sam nodded, heading over to the huge walk-in refrigerator. Going through the collection of blooms, six yellow roses were selected and handed to the floral magician.

The young man meticulously laid them amongst the mixture of red and white carnations. Satisfied with the presentation, he daintily added ferns and baby breathe completing the Valentine bouquet of love.

The excited operating engineer watched intently, as the roses were carefully tucked to sleep. The wrapping paper decorated with Cupid's arrow piercing each heart of love glistened under the bright lights. Sam smiled broadly knowing Alexis would understand the significance of the six roses. It was six years ago this week when they began their life together as a couple.

Acknowledging the extra care taken by the young gentleman, Sam slipped him a five-dollar tip. Picking up the bouquet, the delighted construction worker walked out of the shop beginning the three-and-a-half hour drive home to the beautiful Alexis.

For five long nights Sam yearned for the comforts of home and the passion of Alexis' arms. Sam enjoyed six fantastic years with this beautiful woman. Monogamy was everything Sam expected it to be. The love of Alexis was all Sam needed to be complete and happy. Sam would never love another woman again.

The powerful diesel moved eagerly up the highway. Sam thought wistfully of Alexis' splendor. Visions of soft blond hair shimmered in the warm sun. Sam saw her eyes twinkle with joy as the twenty-eight year old imagined the comfort of her arms, the soft touch of her hands, and the heat of her sex. The inferno named Alexis beckoning Sam to hurry. The accelerator pedal inched closer towards the floor; the impressive truck's speed increased, bringing Sam ever closer to the arms of the beautiful Alexis.

Shortly before 6:00 on Valentine's Day, Sam pulled into the driveway. Their house looked so inviting to the exhausted construction worker.

'Won't Alexis be surprised!' Sam lovingly thought, getting out of the truck.

Flowers in hand, Sam quietly opened the door to their home. A feeling of uneasiness briefly crept into Sam's heart. Forgetting to close the door Sam glanced around the living room. Unexpectedly hearing a faint noise, Sam realized Alexis must be upstairs.

Tiptoeing, the excavator operator embarked on the short expedition to their love nest. Sam craved Alexis' luscious lips; the tender pink nipples hungering for the attention only Sam could give. Thoughts of sweet nectar and pussy honey drove feet to climb faster. Dreaming of Alexis' hooded jewel, Sam mentally caressed her image causing the specter to squirm with delight. Tenderly Sam parted the spirit girl's drapes opening her tunnel of love. Tonguing the entrance, Sam sent Dream Alexis into a mad frenzy. With each succulent lick, the phantom sighed with intense pleasure. Sam eagerly attacked Alexis' clit, swiftly bringing her to a slow boil and the first of many climaxes. Sam moaned easing into her warmth. With quick strokes, Sam fucked Dream Alexis to orgasm after mind-blowing orgasm.

Awakening from the reverie, a sweaty Sam realized the journey was over. Grasping the knob, Sam quietly and every so slowly opened the door to their bedroom. The anticipation of seeing the beautiful woman after five long, strenuous days filled Sam's heart with love. The love called Alexis.

Peeking into the room, Sam was stunned speechless. Eyes stared in disbelief, Sam's heart was laid open as Cupid's arrow was unmercifully ripped from Sam's now heaving chest. Alexis, the beautiful Alexis, was getting fucked doggy-style by a woman wearing a strap-on.

Sam froze, mouth open, unable to speak, watched in horror as the once beautiful Alexis pushed back onto the red plastic cock of her lover. Her pussy glistened brighter with each ravishing stroke of the massive dildo. Moaning intensely the two lovers moved as one, impaling Alexis' pussy on the pike of treachery.

Only with great effort did Sam keep the terrible feelings from boiling over. It was a single small tear rolling down the stoic engineer's cheek that betrayed Sam's fragile emotions. Heart shattered into a million pieces, Sam choked back a scream watching the woman grab Alexis' nipples rolling them savagely with her fingers. Sam heard Alexis squeal with pleasure at the woman's ministrations.

"Oh yeah, deeper Brit, deeper; fill my pussy with that cock of yours," Alexis moaned.

"How's that baby," growled Brittany as she jammed the fake cock into Sam's woman.

"Unngghh!" screamed Alexis, as Brittany moved faster. "Oh God Brit, I love you so much! I don't know what I'd do without you! Ooooohhh!"

Bellowing with rage, Sam snapped out of the trance. The arrangement so tenderly prepared for Alexis flew through the air and smashed into the writhing women in mid-stroke. Broken flowers littered the bed and surrounding floor. Startled at the interruption the women turned to the door and saw a shadow in the dim light.

"Ohhhh my God, Sam, what are you doing home? You weren't supposed to be back until tomorrow!" the once beautiful Alexis cried, recognizing her mate at the entrance to their bedroom.

Quickly she pulled herself off the strap-on. Her wet pussy made a popping sound as she slid off the thick red shaft. Brittany, surveying the situation, quietly got up, grabbed her clothes and quickly began to dress.

"We busted our butts getting the job done early so we could all be with our loved ones on Valentine's Day," Sam said in a controlled voice. "I was so excited, coming home to my beautiful woman; then I find you in our bed with that, that cunt fucking you, and you screaming how much you love her."

"Sam, I'm so sorry," blubbered Alexis, frantically searching for her robe to hide her sex soaked body from Sam's sight. Finding it, she quickly slipped it over her shaking shoulders.

"I didn't mean it to do it Sam! I love you, only you! Please baby, you have to believe me!" Alexis said, as the tears of shame burned her cheeks.

Slowly she got up off the bed, staring at her partner of six years. The once beautiful Alexis' eyes silently pled for forgiveness at her betrayal to their loving relationship.

"I believe what I see and what I heard," Sam said trying to keep the myriad of feelings in check. "Alexis, you have ten minutes to get you and your lover's asses out of MY house."

"Noo Sam! Don't say that; let me stay. I love you! We can work it out!" she cried in anguish.

"You have nine minutes and forty-five seconds," was Sam's detached reply to the sobbing Alexis.

Turning towards the other woman Sam said, "Brittany, you can have her; she's all yours. Now get your stinking cunt out of my house before I throw you out."

Slipping her shoes on, Brittany smirked at Sam as she said, "This wasn't the first time I fucked Alexis you know. Every time you went out of town, I came over. I licked that pussy, I sucked those tits, and I fucked your bitch with a bigger dick!"

Brittany grabbed the red strap-on, still slick with Alexis' juices, and pitched it at Sam's feet. The gauntlet thrown, Brittany clenched her fists staring at Sam with contempt. Sam bent down and picked up the vile contraption by its straps. Looking at the object with disgust; Sam heaved it across the room smacking an unsuspecting Alexis in the head. The straps whipped her as they flew by.

Alexis yelped in pain, a red welt already forming on the side of her face. Never having seen Sam so enraged before, she crept deeper into the corner shaking with fear. Alexis' heart thudded in her chest, and she lifted her trembling hands to cover her face. The two combatants turned away from the cowering girl and faced each other again.

Fearlessly, Brittany walked over to Sam.

Glowering at the wounded person before her, Brittany continued her verbal assault, "Alexis is an oversexed minx. Obviously you don't do anything for her anymore — otherwise I wouldn't have been fucking your woman for over a year."

Brittany's verbal salvo hit Sam hard. Sam turned to Alexis and stared at the shaken woman. Alexis averted her eyes, hanging her head in shame. Brittany had scored a direct hit on Sam's bleeding heart. The emotional armor began cracking as Sam realized the once beautiful Alexis was in reality a cheating bitch who did not share Sam's belief in honor or monogamy.