Hi folks. I have lots of warnings about this one. First off this is a long story. So those of you who'd been looking for one of those can be happy, everyone else should probably break it up into chunks and read it at their leisure. Secondly after all of the wild and crazy things I've done over the past month or so, this story has no time travel or alens or sci fi. This is a story about normal people going through an abnormal situation and moving on. Last week AlleyKat and I lost a person that was very dear to us. For a few days I didn't write a line, Kat had to pretty much make me start writing again. I was also unable to hook up with my usual partner in crime becuase she celebrated a very big very important birthday and had to paint several towns red. So for this story I received help in the editing department from a friend of ours Callista Fornio (her internet handle is CalliFornio) be nice to her because she's a college student (Go Blue) majoring in English and this is the first thing she's ever edited. Any goof ups in the story or plot are mine, but if you like it say nice things about her in your comments. SS06
I stood there with tears in my eyes as I watched the two men. One of them was David ... my David. He held the other guy, Steve Windham, down and pounded him, while a few of Steve's friends looked on in shock.
The worst thing about all of it was that it was my fault. I don't think it was totally my fault, I think it was mostly the storm. Let me go back.
I married Dave Thomas ten years ago when I was twenty three years old. I'd been a waitress after dropping out of college and Dave started coming into the restaurant I worked at. He was handsome and friendly and we knew a few of the same people. We ended up dating and things just got to the point where I couldn't imagine living the rest of my life without him.
Luckily, he felt the same way and after living together for a year we got married. We have all of the typical things that most young couples have. We have our house, of course, two beautiful children, three cars and a fairly good nest egg put away. Or at least we did until the storm came along and changed all of that.
The storm was awful. Michigan isn't one of the usual tornado disaster states. We usually have a few small twisters that do some damage in a limited area but nothing like the one we had last year that started all of this.
I remember it like it was yesterday. I'd gotten up that morning and made breakfast for the kids before they left for school. I didn't have to make anything for Dave because he was out of town on business and I was pissed about it.
That business trip had really angered me because it had made me take stock of my life. I actually had no life. I had no identity. I'm not Lisa Thomas. Lisa Thomas doesn't exist. At least I didn't exist as a complete and independent person. I felt like I only existed as a reflection of the people around me. I'm Dave's wife, not Lisa. I'm Kyle's mom, not Lisa. I'm Wendy's mom, not Lisa. I couldn't remember the last time I'd done something alone and by myself or for myself. No matter; I don't exist.
Okay, I did have lunches with my friends every once in a while. But those only made the problems worse. Those lunches only served to further illustrate, how little I mattered in the world. Most of my friends worked outside of their homes. And most of my friends weren't married.
So every time we got together all we talked about was their jobs or their careers or some new guy they were chasing. Or some guy or guys they'd hooked up with. To tell the truth, before I met Dave, I was kind of a slut. But now it was ten years later and all of my once steady college friends had caught up to me in wildness and left me behind.
When I compared my life to theirs, mine seemed dull. I mean I love my kids and I truly love Dave, but there are times when I wish I'd met him later rather than sooner. There are times when I also wish that we'd waited before having our kids.
And I know that lots of you are thinking that since my kids are in school, I could go out and get a job. Well, I tried that. The problem is that while I was in school, I wasn't really good at it. I wasn't anywhere near serious enough about going to classes and I bombed out big time and wasted a lot of money. I ended up quitting college and becoming a waitress.
So a few years ago, I registered for classes at the local community college. Dave was very supportive. He encouraged me to go and bought me a laptop and helped me with my homework and everything. The problem was, of course, me. I just didn't have the focus for even the remedial classes that I needed to establish a baseline.
They started me off with the basics. They gave me Literature, Creative writing, and Mathematics. After those I'd have Algebra, History and a general Science class. Those basic six were prerequisites for the more specialized and intense courses I'd need to take once I declared a major. They were important though, because they contributed to my overall GPA. Failing one of them, might've resulted in needing to repeat it, to get into some of the classes I needed when I figured out what I was going for.
My faculty advisor assured me that I didn't need to worry though, because any high school kid could pass the classes. They were intended to just get me back in going to school mode. The problem was that I just couldn't do it. I couldn't sit in that classroom with a bunch of kids and young people and read page after page of drivel. I don't like poetry. I found Shakespeare to be boring and not even vaguely connected with real life. I don't know where commas go and no one uses them anymore anyway. I couldn't write three pages about what I'd done over the summer to save my ass. Dave ended up dictating my entire paper to me. I had never, ever at any time in life been good at Math. I still think that LCD's, either have something to do with TCBY, or you listen to music on them. Dave was beyond helping me at that point. He was coming home after working all day, and spending another two or three hours trying to explain my Math homework to me. After a while, it was easier and less time consuming for him to just do the problems for me.
Of course when the time came for the tests, I failed them all because I had no clue of what was actually going on in any of the classes. School just wasn't for me. That meant that the jobs I was most qualified for had something to do with my life experience. I considered going back to waitressing and eliminated that from consideration. Why the hell should I stand on my feet all day catering to people when I did that at home already anyway?
So after dismissing school and work, I looked elsewhere for stimulation. I decided to spice things up with Dave. For months we experimented with slightly kinky sex. Dave was willing to try everything I suggested, until I brought up swinging. He shut me down so fast I still get dizzy thinking about it.
Maybe that was what made it seem so attractive. Dave is a good guy. He rarely ever refuses me anything. He works his ass off so that his kids and I can have almost anything we want, whether we need it or not. Swinging was the first thing that Dave ever just abjectly refused to do for me.
So I decided that I'd slowly move him away from his abject refusal. I brought up the possibility of us doing a threesome with one of my more attractive single female friends. I figured he's go for that in a heartbeat. After all, what man doesn't want to have two women, right?
My husband Dave that's who. Dave wanted no part of a threesome. So that shut down all of my aspirations in that department. He also started looking at me funny. I should point out here, that there was nothing wrong with our sex life. Dave had always been a very good lover. He was probably the best I'd ever had. The problem was ... well when you eat steak every night, you start to want some chicken or some fish.
When we had our next luncheon and I told the girls about it, they were disappointed too. I didn't find out until later, that they'd been hoping that I'd have picked one of them to be the third person in my threesome.
For a couple of weeks Dave watched me intently. I didn't figure out why until I noticed the computer one afternoon while I was cleaning up the office. Dave had been reading a bunch of stories on the internet by writers like, CPete, Saxon Hart, FD45, HueDogg and some guy named Just Plain Bob. At first I didn't figure it out until I noticed that they were all stories about women who cheated on their husband. After I figured that out I noticed that not very many of them ended up with the guy forgiving his wife and moving on with their lives together. Most of them ended up with the women pretty miserable. That Just plain Bob guy did apparently believe in forgiveness but he was in the minority and some of the things he did in some of his stories, Dave was never going to even consider.
When Dave got home that night, I confronted him.
"I'm not cheating on you Dave," I told him. "I have never even considered being with another man since we got together." The look of relief on his face was very clear. He hugged me then for the first time since I'd asked about the three-way.
"Lisa," he said. "I love you so much. I think I'd just be too jealous to ever share you, even with another woman. I want you all to myself, forever."
He went up the stairs to change out of his work clothes. I felt so much better that I couldn't believe it. The problem was that I didn't know why I felt better. I still felt like there was something missing in my life. I still had that feeling that the world was passing me by and that everyone else was doing exciting things and I was just stuck in the mud.
More and more I found myself daydreaming about my carefree college days. So that was the mood I was in on the day the storm hit.
My kids are very bright. So they go to a special school for gifted children. It was put together by the under-secretary of education under the Clinton administration. Charles Xavier had a lot of interesting theories about childhood development and helping children reach their full potential. Xavier's school for gifted children is one of the best schools in our area. To be truthful, I really wasn't sure what all of the hype was about. The most gifted thing about most of the brats that attended the school was the fact that their parents had the gift of being able to afford to send them there.
Anyway, we lived in the suburbs that were pretty far removed from the inner city. The school was located downtown near the river front. It was a long bus ride of about forty minutes for the kids every morning. I always offered to drive them but they loved being on the bus with their friends.
As spring had finally sprung, the grass was getting greener and the days were getting sunnier. We'd also had a lot of rain and a few thunder storms. That morning I'd decided to go and try shopping at the new farmer's market they'd set up near the river front. I had visions of buying fresher fruits and veggies and paying far more reasonable prices for them.
Of course that wasn't what happened. I got down there and was victimized by a group of yuppies who'd all bought farms and retired because they couldn't handle the stress of the rat race. They all swore that they were growing pure organic fruits and veggies that had never been sprayed with pesticides or any type of chemicals and therefore were far healthier for my family.
It sounded good when they said it. And when they described how they had lovingly pampered each and every single apple through each and every day of its growth, I was sold. The problem came when I discovered that these fruitcakes had actually given every fucking piece of fruit a name and treated them like family members. That also meant that there was simply no way they could let them go for anything less than five dollars per apple. So I ended up not buying nearly as much fruit as I'd thought.
I later also found out that pure organically grown fruit doesn't have any preservatives, so it goes bad a lot faster. And when I say a lot faster, I mean a lot faster. Those beautiful apples with names went bad overnight. I also read a report on a study from independent farmers that proved that organically grown fruit is actually no healthier for you than any other fruit.
But back to the story, I was there in the market trying to arrange financing for a package of strawberries when the sky started to go dark. I could tell it was going to rain and soon. Some of the farmers were loading their produce and then their kids, in that order, into their trucks.
I grabbed my bags and put them in the back of my SUV. I decided that it might be smart to get home too. I'd been planning on stopping off at the kids' school, but decided to let that wait for another day.
Almost as soon as I got into my truck the wind started howling and blowing things over. I smiled and thought about how lucky I was that I'd left when I did. As I took off down the road headed for home I was glad to be in my giant truck. It was a gas guzzler but it was very durable and very stable.
Before I even got on the road the rain was coming down in sheets and the winds were stronger than anything I remembered driving in. I decided to get on the freeway to get out of town and there were police cars with sirens blaring almost everywhere I looked.
I turned on the radio to get some news about the storm and couldn't believe what I heard.
"Conditions for Wayne, Oakland and Macomb counties are conducive to the development of a funnel cloud. Listeners are advised to seek shelter immediately..."
"Great," I thought. "A possible tornado and I just put our lawn furniture out. I needed to get home ASAP."
Before I'd driven even a mile the water on the ground was rising. I smiled again because my truck has huge ground clearance. Too bad for those people in their tiny sports cars, it sucks to be them. Many of them had to drive around seeking alternate routes as the level of the water swiftly rose. I tried to go down a ramp onto the freeway but the cars were backed up and not moving.
I saw a siren as a cop on a motorcycle slowly drove by and told us to get off of the ramp and seek shelter because they were closing down the freeway due to flooding. I put the truck in reverse and that was when I started to worry. If I had to drive all the way home via the surface streets, it would take me a lot longer. Shit, my lawn furniture would be gone. It would probably be destroyed or simply blown away by the heavy winds.
I started driving through the city as slowly as I could. I looked out for trouble and found it often. Things seemed to be getting worse by the moment. The winds were howling so loudly that I could hear them through my closed windows. My SUV's high profile wasn't making things any easier either. I could feel the truck threatening to blow over at regular intervals.
There were also a couple of times that I saw trees blowing down and one of them blocked the road I was on and caused me to have to backtrack a couple of blocks.
The man on the radio was absolutely no help. He scared me more than the weather did. He made it seem as though the end of the world was occurring at that moment.
A crash of thunder, so loud that I thought my head would split open, rent the air. I saw lightning strike a power pole off to my side and wires were down and crackling. Before I knew it I was trapped in the car with no way to move either forward or back. To the front the downed power pole blocked my way. To the rear the live wires which could possible electrocute me. I rolled down my window to try to see behind me.
The rain poured into the window soaking me. I looked behind the truck and could see the wires crackling. I got out of my truck and heard a scream. "Move lady," someone shouted. At the same time I heard a cracking sound. Instinct took over and I just ran blindly. The shout, coupled with long forgotten genetic memory and my blind dash probably saved my life.
The loud cracking that I heard was the sound of another tree coming down and it landed squarely on the roof of my truck. If I had hesitated, you'd be reading my obituary now instead of this story.
The wind was blowing so hard I could barely stand against it and my clothes were soaked to the skin.
"Over here, lady," I turned in the direction of the barely audible shout. There was a man who looked vaguely familiar to me standing just inside of a building that looked like it had seen better times. But it did have a heavy metal door and it was made of concrete. I headed towards the building as fast as my legs could carry me, which with the winds I was fighting wasn't very fast.
As I got near the building, yet another tree came down near where the lump of twisted metal I used to call my truck stood. The man grabbed my arm and pulled me inside of the building where thankfully it was dry.
The building turned out to be an outdoor storage unit for a construction and landscaping company. There were four other men huddled inside of the building. One of them was in his early twenties and another had to be at least sixty. They were all shaking their heads and talking about how terrible the storm was. They had a small radio and were getting disaster reports and weather reports.
It turned out that the storm system that had moved into our area had produced several tornados already and the national weather service was asking that everyone remain indoors for the next three hours.
Even as that registered some large object blown by the wind crashed into the side of the building. All of the lights went out. Two smaller dim bulbs that were anchored to the wall came on.
"Main power is probably down," said my companion. "Those two are probably on some type of battery powered emergency circuit."
I looked at him and nodded. He smiled. "You really don't remember me do you Mrs. Thomas?" he asked.
I shook my head. "That's actually a good thing," he smiled.
"Why is that a good thing?" I asked.
"Let me use my psychic powers," he said. "Your name is Lisa Thomas. You have two children; a boy and a girl. Your son's name is Kyle and he wants to be a baseball player. Your daughter's name is Wendy. You don't live in the city, but your kids go to Xavier's..."
"How do you know all of these things about me?" I asked warily.
"Your daughter Wendy has two friends that she hangs out with in school. The twins, Melinda and Belinda are my daughters," he smiled. "Wendy has been to my house several times."
I recognized him then and felt more at ease. "Why did you say that it was a good thing that I didn't remember you?" I asked.
"Because I'm not often home," he began. "So when you drop your daughter off or pick her up you wouldn't see me. The last time that you and I laid eyes on each other was at the PTA meeting about extending the school day. You were totally for it and I was totally against it. You and I ended up having a shouting match across the floor and they had to silence us. After the meeting we saw each other from a distance and you called me an insufferable asshole. I heard you and called you a bitch."
I laughed. "And you still saved my life?" I asked.
"We may be on different sides of some educational issues, but basically we're the same sort of people," he said. "What we both want is what we think is going to make life easier and better for our kids."
"You're right about that," I said. I looked him over.
"Steve Windham," he said, extending his hand.
Just as I took his hand there was another huge crash as something large and heavy hit the side of the building again.
"Holy shit that was a car," said one of the guys.
"Close that God damned door and lock it," said one of the other guys. "The winds are too high out there and I have a really funny feeling."
"Push everything you can against the doors, just in case the locks don't hold," said someone else.
All of the men started running around the storage building moving things and dragging them against the doors. Just when they finished doing that the glass in the one small window in the building shattered. They got a heavy cabinet and pushed it in front of the hole.
I was more frightened than any time in my life before that.
"We're going to be okay," said Steve. "Your biggest problem is going to be getting your insurance guy to prioritize the claim on your truck."
"I'm scared," I said. There's this weird thing about men. Even when they're scared shitless they try not to show it. Some of the men had gathered around one of the two emergency lights and were playing cards while all hell broke loose around us. I didn't understand how they could concentrate to play a game while the building we were in could be destroyed at any second.
"It's okay," said Steve. He wrapped his arm around me and hugged me. Just as I started to tell him how good that felt, something else crashed into the building and this one hit with much more force. It actually cracked the cement in the rear of the building. We could tell because you could see a splinter of light through the crack that hadn't been there before.
I freaked out. I grabbed Steve like he was a life preserver. The storm's intensity was rising outside. "We're going to die!" I said.
"We'll be fine," said Steve. He had dropped his arms but I was still holding him like there was no tomorrow. The other men were paying us no attention. Steve pulled us into a shadowed corner.
"Try to think about something else," he said.
Another huge crash hit the side of the building and I pushed myself even more firmly against him. My breasts are fairly sizable and they were pancaked against his chest. He tried to back up but I grabbed him and wouldn't let go.
"Uhm, Lisa," he said. "I'm uh..."
"I don't care," I hissed. "Please don't let go of me. I'm really scared." He wrapped his arms back around me and another huge thunk hit the building. This one was closer to us. I don't think the guys that were playing cards could see us. They looked in our direction and then back at the cards.
I noticed then that Steve had an erection from our close quarters and I knew that I probably should have moved away from him right then. But my fear of death and the storm made me forget about anything other than my own comfort.
And Steve, bastard that he was, knew what was going on, so he took full advantage of it. He started pressing his erection directly where it would do the most good. Before I knew it he was dry humping me. The arms that had previously hugged me, as a gesture of humanity, slid down my back and cupped my ass cheeks, pulling me into his now rampant dick.
"It's just the storm," he said. But somehow the smirk on his face made it seem far more sinister.
I don't know when he did it but he had lifted my skirt and was rubbing the bare skin of my ass. My panties were soaking wet.
He moved a few inches away from me just as another crash hit the side of the building and I tried to yank myself back against him. He smiled. "Relax baby," he said. "I'm not going anywhere." He released his belt and his pants dropped around his knees.
That was another time that the screaming in my head told me to move away. But my fear, mixed with the boredom in my life screamed just as loudly. "No one will ever know," I told myself. Steve had shed his underwear as well as his pants. His dick was so engorged that it looked angry. It was probably no longer than my husband's dick and definitely not as thick. But it was a different dick. And it was attached to a different man, so that made it exciting.
I won't lie. I knew what was going to happen and I let it. As he eased himself back against me, I leaned back against the wall and removed my sopping wet panties. I dropped them in the corner as he wrapped his arms back against me. He leaned in and nuzzled my neck while pushing his naked dick against my slit. My pussy was so hot and so wet that it was bubbling over. He tried to kiss me then but I twisted my head away. Somehow, I had subconsciously, decided that letting him fuck me was okay but kissing me was out of the realm of possibility.
His mouth took a firmer set then. It was like my refusal to kiss him had insulted him somehow, or turned what he'd taken as a romantic moment and turned it into just a fuck. It didn't bother me because that was the way I had viewed it from the start.
He lined himself up and pressed forward. His dick sliced into me but the angle was wrong and it came out. It didn't hurt or anything it just felt strange. I think that should have told me something, but a wet pussy just wants to be filled.
I canted my hips back and lifted one leg to give him a better angle. He held the leg I lifted and then slid home. One he got inside of me he started thrusting himself in and out. We just looked at each other as we grunted our way through it.
We were having sex. I knew that of we continued for a few more minutes I'd have an orgasm, but it just felt empty. It was thrilling, it was exciting, but I really believe that all of those feelings came from the fact that what we were doing was wrong. He knew it and I knew it. It was that whole stolen fruit is sweeter thing.
Then I turned my head and noticed that all of the other men, all four of them were watching us. That, more than anything Steve was doing, made everything hotter. Involuntarily, I grabbed his ass and urged him to pump me harder and faster. My squeals of pleasure came out naturally. Not because the sex was good, but because as I've mentioned before, I'd been kind of a slut before meeting Dave. And the thought of having sex with a man I wasn't married to, while four other men watched, turned me on big time.
They started to come closer even as the storm outside grew in intensity. The next thing I knew they were all around us. One man, one of the older men, reached out and squeezed one of my breasts. He started tweaking the nipple and then lowered his head and sucked it. His rough tongue drove me wild.
Another man grabbed the other breast and squeezed it. "I've got next," said another guy. Even as he declared his intention, Steve stiffened and let out a yell as he let he sperm go, deep inside of my pussy.
"Oh Shit, that was good," he said.
The other man a shorter, fatter man had already undressed. He pushed me down onto my back and pushed my legs apart. The next thing I knew he was fucking me on the dirty bare concrete floor of the storage building and I was letting him. Even in my days as a college slut, I had never had more than one man at a time, so I was going out of my mind with lust and excitement.
Guy number two didn't last very long. My back was sore from him pounding me into the floor. But I was in such shock at the nastiness of what I'd done that I didn't care. The old man pulled me up and got me on my knees. He positioned himself behind me and pushed his small thin dick into me doggy style. For an old guy with a small dick he was energetic and he had me going. I was sure that if he kept it up I was going to cum again.
As he sawed in and out of me he started to tease my asshole with his fingers. I had never been much for anal. Dave and I had done it a few times over the ten years that we'd been together but it had never been something that either of us was really into. But as the old man sawed his magical dick in and out of me, I stopped caring about the finger trying to get into my ass.
Then when I was on the verge of that orgasm his finger pushed itself past my anal sphincter in one quick movement. A wave of pleasure so intense that I almost blacked out flashed across my nervous system. He kept on driving his dick in my wet hole and that finger up my ass and I was powerless. I started pushing my ass back against both of his appendages, I just wanted to cum badly.
But before I could reach my climax, the old man failed me. He pulled out and sprayed his thin sperm across my back. The next guy flipped me back over and started fucking me again. I didn't care who it was or what he did to me I just wanted to cum.
This guy was the biggest one of them and he just pounded me like a piece of meat. Strangely it didn't get me off, it just hurt. As he pounded me someone stuck a dick in my face and pressed it against my lips until I opened them. The dick was moist and smelled awful and I realized that it was one of the guys that I'd already fucked. I was sucking a mixture of spent sperm and pussy juice and sweat off of it.
The guy pounding me got off of me and I was glad. The old guy was pulling his pants up but Steve and another guy were grabbing my arms. The short fat guy got down on the floor on his back and Steve guided me down onto him. That was much better. This way I could control things or so I thought. Steve pushed me forward and then got behind me. He eased his dick into my open asshole as the other guy fucked my pussy. That was it. I think my eyes rolled back in my head. The two of them worked into some kind of rhythm that had my pussy throbbing and me screaming out in pleasure. The big guy stuck his dick in my mouth and just grabbed the sides of my head and fucked my face like it was a pussy.
"Shit, her ass is tight," said Steve. He didn't last very long. When he got off of me he slapped me on my ass so hard I was sure he'd leave a mark. "God damn what a slut," he cried. As I looked over at him I realized that the last guy in the room. The younger one had never touched me. He was still some distance away staring at me wide eyed as he recorded what was going on with his phone.
The old guy had gotten dressed. He opened the door and we noticed that it had stopped raining. The storm was over. The old guy waved and went outside leaving the door open. The big guy left too, but he didn't even bother to wave. The short fat guy was still fucking me. He reached up and squeezed both of my breasts together. Then he pulled me down and he tried to kiss me too. I was horrified at what I'd just done. Even if no one ever found out about it, I couldn't believe what I had done.
The next thing I knew a jet of warm fluid dribbled into my pussy. The man under me just pushed me off of him and started getting dressed. "I gotta get out of here and get home," he said to Steve. He didn't bother speaking to me. I suddenly realized that to all of these men I was just a whore. I was some piece of meat who'd let anyone fuck her. I didn't even know their names but I'd let all of them do whatever they wanted to me without even putting on a condom. How did I even know whether any of them had any type of diseases?
As the true details of what I'd done cut through to my consciousness, it was as if someone had punched me in the stomach. If Dave ever found out about this I'd be in the worst trouble of my life.
Even as I got up and started to pull my skirt down Steve pushed me back down onto the floor. "Come on slut," he said. "One more for the road."
"No!" I said sharply. "I don't know why I did this in the first place. I'm not this kind of woman."
He just laughed. He backed me up to the wall and started rubbing my tits and my body betrayed me again.
"Come on baby, I'll be quick," he slurred. "And I'll give you a ride home."
I just nodded and started to get down on the floor.
"Just stand up and bend over," he said as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "I wanna fuck that tight ass again. It's way better than your pussy. Plus I'm the only one that got you there. You can't be too careful. Who knows what they shot into your pussy. Plus if you don't mind me saying it your pussy is kind of loose. Your husband's dick is probably bigger than mine." He bent me over and just rammed his dick up my ass. He was thrusting away comfortably. It took longer that time because he'd already cum twice. The whole time I kept seeing Dave's face and how hurt he'd be if he ever found out about any of this. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I silently cried.
It took an event like this one and what had happened to me to make me realize exactly how stupid I was. All of my whining about how boring my life was and how I felt like I wasn't a person was bullshit.
I had been a person all along. So what if people sometimes called me Dave's wife. That's who I was to people who knew me through Dave. Being Dave's wife was a badge of honor and a title that I should have embraced whole heartedly. It meant that out of all the women that Dave had ever met, he'd narrowed them down to the few that he'd dated. He 'd further narrowed those few down to the even fewer that he'd had long relationships with and had narrowed those down to the one woman that he'd wanted to spend his lifetime with, have kids with and grow old with. That one cherished woman was me and I had defiled that honor.
Sure, little kids called me Kyle's mom or Wendy's mom. But that's who I was. I gave those kids life. They had grown and developed in my womb and were a physical part of me. They were wonderful kids and I was proud to be their mother.
Then I thought about not having a career or a job like my friends did. I had suffered through going back to school and failed. But even then, it didn't mean anything because most of the people there were desperate. They needed school and career to define them and to make their lives better. I had didn't have that level of need or desperation because every time I got home, my husband was waiting for me. Every time he saw me he just lit up like there was no tomorrow. And I knew, in fact, I'd always known that he'd do anything on the face of this fucking planet to make me happy. I didn't need a career because I already had one. Some of my friends were dying to move up the ladder to become an office manager. I was already ahead of them. I was a family manager. Dave might have brought in the money, but where it was spent was up to me. I'd been such a fool not to see it before.
And all of my friends ... they actually WERE smarter than me. They constantly pointed out all of the things I couldn't do anymore. But every God damned one of them had jumped at the chance to be the third in my threesome. Each and every one of those bitches wanted to be where I already was. That was why they were always going out to clubs and every other place that they thought they might find a guy. I didn't have to do that anymore because I'd found my guy a long ass time ago.
"Oh Jeezus, Ah'm gonna cum," grunted Steve behind me. How's that for excitement? I was so lost in my thoughts that I'd forgotten he was back there. A few seconds later he shot a few warm drops of semen into my bowels and then pulled his rapidly shrinking dick out of me. I pulled my skirt down and he found his pants and pulled them on. A few minutes later we stepped outside of the building and into a nightmare zone.
A couple of people came running over to us. There were more people around my demolished truck.
One of them stuck a microphone in front of me and started asking me questions. I kept my face down. I didn't want to be seen on TV and especially not on the fucking news. If Dave ever saw that news report, he'd have all kinds of questions and my husband is nobody's fool.
We didn't talk to the TV crew but Steve did do an interview with the newspaper crew. They proclaimed him a hero and took us over to a local hospital for treatment. From the way I was acting and the story Steve told them, he was some kind of knight in shining armor. They believed that Steve had saved my life and helped me through the nightmare. Meanwhile, I was a damsel in distress and was probably suffering from some type of shock.
As I looked out over my audience, I could tell that my presentation was going over really well. The audience was engaged and listening and asking great questions. I had expected my presentation to last for about thirty minutes, but with all of the questions between slides and me trying to give thorough answers, I'd already been speaking for just over an hour. There was a lot of nodding of heads and conferring amongst the audience members as well. My boss Ted, who was also a friend, had the biggest dumb assed smile on his face. I could see dollar signs in his eyes and hopefully some of those dollars would roll my way.
As I started to wrap up my presentation, Ted's assistant Darlene came into the room with a really intense look on her face. She whispered something in his ear and they both stared right at me. I knew then that something was wrong and it involved me.
I did the last segment of my presentation and started taking questions. Ted shook his head no and made that rolling gesture with his hands that told me to wrap things up. I told my audience that they could go over terms with the finance guys and if they had any further questions for me there was a stack of my business cards with all of my contact numbers on the table with our brochures.
I stepped off the podium to a round of applause and Ted grabbed my arm and guided me out of the room.
"Dave, there's a car waiting outside for you," he said. "There's a major storm about to hit back home. They think there's going to be a tornado. You'd better get back to Lisa and the kids. Here's the key to my house. I live further out from the city than you do, so my place should be safe. But stop by and check on things for me if you can. I'm going to stay here and rake in all of this money that you shook loose. Great job, Bud, now get home to your family. Dar is going to pack your stuff from the hotel. Your plane leaves in twenty seven minutes, so get the fuck out of here before they close down air traffic to Michigan."
"See you in a couple of days, Ted," I said. Then I hurried out of the auditorium. Darlene had pre-boarded me so all I had to do was go through security, present my credentials and get on the plane. I think I'd only been in my seat for ten minutes when they closed the gate and we taxied onto the runway. While I'd been waiting I'd checked the local weather on an app on my iPhone and the most severe parts of the storm were supposed to be center around the city with the possibility of severe winds and hail in the outlying areas.
I was pretty sure that my wife, Lisa would have kept the kids home from school that day. I checked my phone before the flight attendant let us know to turn off all electronic devices, but except for the call I'd gotten earlier this morning, I had no calls from home. The storm hadn't really arrived in the area yet and the flight was only an hour and a half so there was nothing to worry about yet, but I had a bad feeling.