"Why did I take a job at the local prison?" I thought as I sat at the table eating my lunch.
I had to be crazy being around all these men all day. Barry my husband of twelve years wanted to kill me when I decided to work. He felt a woman was supposed to be home and pregnant. Well it was twelve years and we didn't have any children, to tell the truth we only had sex once a month for the past year. I tried everything from sexy clothes to romantic dinners. Finally realizing that this woman wouldn't be sitting at home waiting on a man that didn't want to touch her, so I found something to keep my busy.
A week after I started to work at the prison I was sent home because staff was short and there was no one to pair off with me. The prison superintendent said something about the prisoner not being use to me and she didn't want anything to happen to me. It seems that a week before I was hired they were once again short and she let a rookie go out alone, they found her stabbed in the stomach. She survived but she resigned as the paramedics were taking her out on a stretcher.
I walked in the house with my dinner. I looked around the living room as romantic music was playing from the CD player there was two glasses on the table and a beer bottle.
My first thought was "this asshole got a woman in my bed." I crept down the hall way to the bedroom, the door was cracked a little and I could see in. I rubbed my eyes thinking I was tripping, everything seem to move slow around me. I pushed the door open more what I realized I was looking at would have killed a weaker person.
My big strong, manly husband giving head to one man, another man was standing behind him fucking him in the ass. I screamed dropping my food and made a hasty retreat to the front door. Barry caught me before I could walk out.
"Carol Ann, it's not what you think," Barry said walking me to the couch.
"Yea, Carol Ann it not what you think," I heard a deep voice say. When I heard someone chuckle I turned around to see who it was Jesse and Thomas where standing behind me.
"Man we'll catch you later," Jesse said rubbing Barry's arm.
"Barry it might not be what I think but I know what I saw," I said trying to hold back the tears. "How long?"
"What!" He replied not even looking in my eyes.
"How long you bastard!" Tears were now streaming down my cheek.
"A year," He mumbled.
"Why, when and how?" I asked.
I didn't know the reason for all the questions but I did know I felt responsible for his actions. Maybe I wasn't pretty or sexy enough. Maybe I should have gone to some of those sex parties he always wanted to go to. Maybe I should have been a little more open-minded when it came to sex.
"I went to one of those parties," He said breaking into my thoughts. "I wasn't going to fuck anyone I just wanted to see what it was all about. I was sitting in a chair when I felt hands massage me from the back. I closed my eyes as the hand moved around my chest and down to my pants. I didn't open my eyes until the man started sucking my cock and when I opened them back up I was giving into the biggest orgasm I have ever had. As I tried to grasp what was happening it was too late I was hooked. Jesse and Thomas watched the whole thing from across the room and we hooked up two weeks later." He sat in the chair across from me with his face in his hands. "I love you but it's just something I can't explain about how I feel with a man."
I sat with my mouth open, speechless. What my husband just told me was he was gay. I shook my head as the sight of Barry being fucked kept popping in my head.
"Baby, say something," He said.
"Get out my house!" I yelled, "Get out!" I ran to the bedroom snatched all the covers off the bed and threw them at him. I started grabbing his clothes out the closest and out the drawers.
"Carol Ann this is my house too!" He yelled
"Not if you don't want your little secret out!" I yelled back pushing his clothes toward him. "You're going to give me what ever I want!"
I couldn't sleep that night so I sat on the couch and cried. Two days later I was back at work, my eyes where swollen from lack of sleep. I went through the motions of getting dressed that morning. After I went to have an AIDS test done, I talked to my sister who knew something was wrong.
"He better not had put his hands on you," She yelled into the phone.
"Bye sis, I have to go to work," No he hadn't hit me physically but emotionally he had TKO'D me.
As I walked through the dorm the woman that was with me introduced me to the inmates.
"Hello, Mrs. Roberson," A young man said.
I turned around to see Little Johnny. Little Johnny use to cut my grass and do odd jobs around my house years ago. Now here he was standing in front of me in prison. I wonder what happened in his life that he ended up in jail.
"My birthday is next week, Ms. Henderson," He said walking on the side of us.
"That's good," She said. "Does that mean you will be going home?"
"Yes!" He smiled. "Well, what home I have left."
He looked off with a sad expression.
"You talked to your grandmother?" She asked.
"Yes she said I could live with her until I get on my feet." He replied, "Well I better get back, before the other C O start tripping. Nice seeing you Mrs. Roberson."
I nodded my head.
"How long has Johnny been here?" I whispered to my co-worker.
"Four years for stealing food." She said.
"Come on, you're kidding." I replied.
"No, I'm not. The state wanted to make an example out of him so they gave him four years." She said.
The last time I had seen Johnny he was a skinny little boy always asking could he do extra things around my house. Barry would run him off I would find something for him to do.
***
I remember one day I turned around to find him standing in the kitchen behind me. I had on some hip cut jean shorts and a halter-top. I was in the house so it was all right.
"I'm all done Mrs. Roberson," He said looking me up and down. I had seen that look before in Barry's eyes years ago. It was a look of lust, I looked down and noticed he had a hard on, I looked back up just in time to see him lick his lips.
"Anything else?" He asked.
"No baby, that's all." I said
He never took his eyes off me as I walked over to my purse to give him sixty dollars for cleaning out my basement.
"Thank you," He said as I handed him the money when he touched my hand a warmth feeling went straight to my nipples, I could feel them pressing again the fabric of my top as he stared at me.
"I'll be by to cut your grass next Saturday," He said walking out the front door.
Barry had a fit when he walked in the door a couple of minutes after Johnny left out. He didn't trust him around me.
"If he seen him now, he wouldn't trust me around him." I thought as I starred at him.
Little Johnny wasn't quite little anymore. He was five foot nine, built like a body builder and from what I could see from his prison issued boxers he was hung like a horse. His hair was in braids and he still gave me that look that made my nipples hard.
I went home that night to an empty house, I thought about setting it on fire but then I would end up where I was working. I tried to eat something, I even tried to watch TV but I couldn't so I drank a glass of wine, found myself in the bedroom looking at the bed, I went to the closet and started pulling things out of it. I found our camcorder; I went in the living room and plugged it up to the TV. The first thing I saw was Barry's ass in the air, a man was standing behind him laughing I ran to the bathroom to vomit. I threw my glass of wine at the TV screen and fell asleep on the floor.
**
"Mrs. Robinson; is there anything else you need done today?" Johnny asked as I stood at the stove preparing a meal for my husband.
"Yes, could you get the ladder for me, I need that dish off the top shelf." I said never turning around. I knew he was staring because of what I had on, a bright red mini skirt, with a white top that tied across my breast only. Plus I always caught him looking at me.
He retrieved the ladder and I climbed up, I looked back as I was coming down to see where he was. Johnny was standing behind the ladder holding it on both sides so if I were to fall he would catch me.
"Thank you," I said coming down my ass was right in his face.
I was stuck mid ladder until he moved, I knew he was looking up my skirt so I turned around.
"Can I get down please?" I asked.
I stepped down two more steps when he grabbed me, put his head under my skirt, throwing my legs over his shoulders at the same time. I could feel him biting at the sheer fabric of my thong. He carried me over to the kitchen table and laid me down. Barry would be home soon something I didn't think Johnny cared about at that moment.
"Mrs. Robinson, I'm going to give you what you need," He said dropping his pants.
I laid on the table not moving, when he raised my legs up and inserted his cock, I got a surprise he was way bigger than my husband and was hitting my spot.
"My husband will be home soon," I whispered.
He grabbed my hips and continued his assault on my pussy. Once I announced I was coming, he began to move rapidly, sending me over the edge and just seconds before my pot boiled over. I regained my composure and watched as he put his cock with the condom still on back in his pants. He looked around to make sure he didn't leave any evidence.
"Until next Saturday," He whispered in my ear as I handed him his money. I heard Barry at the front door as Johnny closed the patio door. I ran to the bathroom to clean myself up.
**
I woke up the next morning feeling ashamed for dreaming about Johnny.
"What would he want with at thirty year old woman?" I said out loud.
It was funny how time at slipped past me.
I was now being paired up with Ms. Vicki Henderson whenever I worked, at first I didn't know why until she told me how she insisted to the superintendent we be paired up.
She actually became the only friend I had.
I began to get some control in my life when Barry decided to visit. I still wasn't sleeping in the bedroom.
"Carol Ann, I miss you," He said touching my cheek. I jumped and pulled away.
"What do you want?" I replied.
"I made a mess of our lives, didn't I?" He said.
"No you made a mess of your life!" I replied.
"I want to come home better yet I'm coming home!" He yelled, "I don't care if you tell the world I'm gay. I worked hard for this house and you did nothing!"
For some reason he acted as if he knew I wouldn't say a word.
