I hope you read part 1. This won't make any sense if you haven't. This is basically a true story. The names have been changed to protect the guilty. Enjoy.
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For the next week after the hospital visit I couldn't think of anything else. Karen called and let me know she'd been released from the hospital. Then she began to tell me how Carol couldn't stop talking about me and asking questions.
"What did you do to my sister?" she asked me over the phone one night. "She won't shut up about you. She's driving me crazy."
I laughed.
"Maybe you should ask what she's done to me." I replied. "I can't stop thinking about her."
"Well, Matt and I are moving next weekend and if you come lend your muscles, maybe you'll see her."
My heart rate went through the ceiling. "See Carol? I'll move your whole family if she'll be there."
We made arrangements to meet up the next weekend. Dave was also to be part of the expenditure of labor. I could hardly wait.
The next weekend dawned sunny and clear. Dave picked me up and off we went. I can't remember the last time I was so nervous.
We arrived at Karen's about nine in the morning. The U-Haul van was already parked and open with Mark carrying boxes into the back.
We said our hellos and Karen came out wearing some cutoff jean shorts that showed her legs off nicely and a tank top that showcased her boobs. She was still nice to look at, but somehow she looked a little less awesome today.
"Where do you want us to start?" Dave asked.
The rest of the morning was filled with moving furniture, sweating, swearing and a slowly filling truck.
Karen's parents were there and we all got along pretty well. Around noon I couldn't take it anymore and asked Karen.
"Where's Carol?"
"She couldn't get rid of the kids so she decided not to come." Karen said. She could tell I was disappointed. "If you behave I'll call her at lunch, and you can talk to her, maybe you can change her mind" Karen smirked at me and bounced off to help her dad carry a table out to the truck. Soon enough, the truck was filled, and off we went to the new condo.
Dave and Mark had seemed to really hit it off well and they drove the moving truck, Karen's parents drove their Bronco and Karen and I drove in her car. All three vehicles filled with the contents of their apartment.
Out of nowhere Karen just launched into this "if we weren't both married" speech that left me with my mouth hanging open.
By the time we reached the new place I knew everything she had thought about me from when we first met. For instance I very well could have fucked her that first day after pulling her top off. She told me she was wet as a river when I walked out of the room.
When I grabbed her ass in the red snakeskin pants she told me almost came and that if everyone else weren't right behind us she'd pull off somewhere because she really wanted to know what my dick tasted like. She said that sex with Mark was kinda vanilla and boring to her. We got to the house a little in front of everyone else and started to unpack the car.
Somehow Karen seemed even less interesting to me after that. I don't know why but somehow the idea that she wanted to blow me after being married less than a year diminished her in my eyes. I mean I could understand if she weren't happy, but to listen to her she and Mark were great except for the sex part. (PARAGRAPH)
I knew from Chad that Karen liked some spice in her lovemaking. She liked being put over her man's knee and spanked. She liked a bit of dominance to her sex; a handful of her hair in her lover's grasp, being forced to her knees and her mouth full of hard dick, being bent over a table unexpectedly and having her panties yanked down or being made to spread her legs while his fingers spread her lips. Things like that made her obscenely wet and poor Mark just didn't get it.
Everyone else arrived and we got the truck unloaded. Lunch was picked up and we found places to sit down and eat. I hadn't forgotten Karen's promise to call Carol and I brought the subject up to her. Her mother overheard and slid over next to me with her cell phone against her ear.
"Ya'll talking about Carol? She on the phone right now." She said. Was it my imagination or did she look right into my eyes with a little smile as she said that?
I asked to speak with Carol and she handed me her phone.
"Hello Baby girl." My voice just naturally dropped a couple of octaves as I spoke to her.
"H-H-Hi" she actually stuttered. Mentally I could see that flaming red blush spread across her face.
"Why aren't you here?" I asked, then continued before she could answer. "I gave up my Saturday and consented to work my butt off for your sister only because she told me you'd be here. Now you're not."
"You really did this because of me?" She asked. "Not because my sister asked you?"
"Well, I probably would have done it anyway because she's my friend, but the thought of seeing you again made the idea a lot more pleasant."
"But I look a mess. Mike didn't take the kids with him and they've had me playing with them all day. You really wouldn't want to see me looking like I look." She said.
"So the only reason you're not here is because you're not dressed up?" I asked.
"Yeah, pretty much." She answered. "I look like crap. I have been at the park with them all morning. My hair is a mess, I don't have any makeup on, I'm dressed in just whatever. You deserve better than that."
"You want to talk about what I deserve?" I asked. "What I deserve is to see you. Makeup, or not. Hair done or not. Don't get me wrong, I love the way you look, but it's more than that. I want to see you." I put every bit of feeling I could into those last few words. It was as close as I'll ever come to begging.
"You really don't care?" She asked.
"Come see me." I said again. "Put the kids in your car and come to me."
"Ok, but don't say I didn't warn you." She was clearly nervous, but she agreed to come.
About a half hour later, this mini van pulls up and she gets out. Sure enough, her hair is pulled back and held with one of those clippie things women wear. She had on no makeup, wearing some Capri pants and a tank top. She looked absolutely wonderful. I felt my breath catch as she saw me and smiled.
She came in and hugs were exchanged. Mine was a little longer and she plopped down on the sofa next to me, her arm linked through mine.
For some reason, this simple gesture made me happier than anything my wife had done to me or for me in the last couple of years. That damnable feeling of being drunk or stoned was back. How could a simple touch do this to me?
After the break we went back to work. Only now Carol was there. Moving has never been so distracting. Watching her bend over to pick something up, see a wonderful pillow of an ass stretch her pants tight would stop me in my tracks. She'd look back and see me staring and just grin.
The day was hot, we were working pretty hard and the power wasn't on in Karen and Mark's new place so no A/C. Soon everyone was soaked through with sweat. Carol's tank top was plastered to her body and there was a ring of darkness at the waist of her slacks. Why do some women look so desirable all hot and sweaty?
At one point we were passing in an upstairs hall. She was carrying a box of pictures bound for one of the bedrooms and I was coming back from bringing up the bed rails. She stumbled and I was there to catch her.
"Whew! The heat is starting to get to me." She said, brushing her sweat tangled dark bangs back off of her face. She was red with effort, breathing hard, flushed from the heat and at that moment I had never seen a more beautiful woman.
