LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction.
All sexually active characters are above the age of consent on their planet of origin.
Copyright (c) 2015 by Acup
A word of warning, I write good stories, I hope, with some decent sex in them. If you're looking for a stroker look somewhere else.
For all my faithful readers, thank you for sticking with me.
This story is a bit unusual, what I would call a 'clean out the fridge' story. I put it in Romance, but it also has a healthy dose of Cheating Wives, Screwy Women, a touch of Exhibitionist, and an all over Mature theme.
And now for my disclaimers which I have mostly plagiarized but didn't realize I hadn't copied the authors' name. My apologies and thanks for these profound words to whoever you are.
Yes, I never met a comma or ellipse I didn't like.
Yes, it jumps around too much.
Yes, it's in the wrong category.
Yes, it's too long.
Yes, it's too short.
Yes, this is stupid shit.
Yess, I need an editor, are you volunteering?
And, yes, I suck.
And you have yourself a warm and fuzzy day.
If you want a perfect story go find one written by Mr. Data.
ENJOY!
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On the road again...
When life sucks think of a country song. That's why I prefer good old fashioned classic rock and roll. Kicked back crusing down the road with some ZZ Top blaring along to my bad singing.
But unlike the movies this part of the story doesn't have a happy ending and I'm not riding off into the sunset.
Cranking up the way back when machine...
I started out like a lot of other kids living in a small suburb on the north side of Seattle. With Whidbey Island not that far away I did what many others not going off to an ivy league school did and joined the NROTC in high school. By the middle of my senior year I was all set. Graduate, basic, and then flight school.
Then one of those country songs kicked in. Gina was pregnant. Seems one of those rubbers didn't work. We got married, and seven moths later we had a 'premature' delivery of a bouncing nine pound three ounce girl. I shifted from flight school to avionics to stay on the ground to keep Gina happy. A year and a half later we had a boy... and I got fixed!
I finished my extended stint just after Curt started kindergarten and got a nice position with Boeing through the GI plan. Things plodded along nicely for the next fifteen years. The sex was okay, I mean Gina was only the second girl I had sex with. We tried a few things here and there, but since much more than the basics were 'something good girls don't do' we settled down to two or three times a week with the lights out. And the only thing besides my cock that got near her pussy was my fingers to get her started, god forbid we even consider oral.
In the mean time I was progressing up the ladder at Boeing. With my Navy background I was an unofficial advisor on some of our products used by the Navy. Somewhere along the line my specialty had evolved into powering and interfacing what ever devices they were working on. I had been a part time pilot in the service to keep my rating up since I wasn't going to be the top of the line avionics guy. It kept me involved but not necessarily 'in the loop'. As other projects came along I was also recruited to work on parts for our civil aviation products, primarily the entertainment systems.
Curt's freshman year I really noticed things starting to sour between Gina and I, I attributed it to Gloria not having as much contact with her baby girl since mom wasn't the 'cool' thing to do now that she had girlfriends in high school to hang with. Although sour isn't quite right, more like sweet and sour. Gina joined the local health club to loose a few pounds... and pulled away from me. As the outfits got better and better our sex life got worse and worse.
Over these years we went from a few times a week to once every three months or so. We were coming up on our twentieth wedding anniversary so I began thinking of what to do, maybe something special to put the spark back in our love life. A nice idea anyway.
I had a few months to go until our anniversary when the sledge hammer hit. No, make that one of those big monster wooden things they use at the carnival. I was at a meeting downtown at the Marriott with one of our reps companies. Sitting in the back corner of the restaurant I saw out of the corner of my eye a petite redheaded woman with a huge chest walk in. Yes I was married, but that was my type. The big chested pin up girls, I grew up around the hot babes in the torpedo bras and just fell in love with the figure of a woman that was showing off her chest instead of hiding it. Probably from all the nose art dad had hung on the garage wall.
I had to take a second look, and enjoyed her plastering herself against a rather flat chested brunette. A little fantasy ran through my head of what that would look like if it was Gina... they pulled back and it was Gina! I could only stare as they embraced again with more enthusiasm than I had seen from her for the last year combined.
I managed to fumble through the rest of the meeting glad that is was somebody else's meeting and I was only there for support.
If the meeting was fumbling, the rest of the day was stumbling. Any little thing brought me back to the scene in the restaurant replaying over and over in my mind.
When I got home Gina was back to 'normal', but when I looked I could see the remnants of today's hair do and makeup. Seems they weren't for me...
It gnawed at me for about a week until I had to know. Being around the Navy and a fair number of other electronic geeks I had what I needed in a few days. The easiest and yet the hardest was adding the cameras to our home security system. Hiding bugs in her four favorite purses and the big receiver in the trunk of her car wrapped it up. They each had a buffer and would download when ever they got near the car receiver, and I could download the receiver whenever she got home.
The next month was the hardest of my life. Listening to the recordings and watching the videos praying that it was my imagination. I was just about to pull the cameras and bugs when my world fell apart.
After a mediocre dinner and noncommittal conversation from a distant woman I went to my home office to supposedly check on a project. I clicked on the recorded video and slipped my headphones on and was about halfway through the day when in she walked, the flat chested brunette...
