This is for those of you that sometimes might wonder what if I had taken a different path at some point in my life.
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First let me say that this is dedicated to the one true love of my life, my best friend, lover, mother to my children and wife. Now down to the good stuff.
Chad sat back in his recliner, it was nearing his thirtieth birthday and he thought back over his life thus far. I have lived a good solid life, true my conscience was all but nonexistent, but by most standards I have already achieved a fruitful life. I spent time in the military and was very dedicated to my work there, I saw the world and throughout various jobs I have found the one that fits me best now, I reckon.
I sat there that afternoon waiting for my wife and daughters to get back from their last minute birthday shopping trip for me and perused the image gallery in my mind of all the women I had loved, (ok, fucked) in the past. From my early years experimenting with sex and women of all race, creeds, colors, shapes, sizes and personalities. Of course there were a few I lingered on but it was really Aimee that still took my breath away when I thought about her. In her youth she had never been that tiny thin girl that my mother always swore I would end up with, but a full busted girl with a slim waist and ghetto booty. She had been pure and innocent when I met up with her and I had been let's just say less than virginal and leave it at that.
I conjured up that image of her from the past and now the present and put them side by side, although she had added a little more cushion for the pushin, she was still that same vibrant young girl I had fallen in love with and hell I had to admit I had helped add those pounds by impregnating her twice. She was still drop dead gorgeous though and in a heartbeat could bring my cock to instant arousal with just that twinkle in her eye or a good evening kiss when I walked through the door.
As I sat there thinking about all the fun we had given each other over the years I began to ponder what would have happened if things had turned out differently, if I hadn't come back home after the military; or if she and I hadn't found one another again after our brief split a year or so before our marriage. As I thought about this I drifted off to sleep in that comfy recliner she is always yelling at me to get rid of. I suppose my subconscious just ran with the thoughts that I had already been thinking about and it laid out the whole scenario for me. That is what I am about to share with you right now so sit back and take the ride with me.
Part 2
I dreaded going to this conference hell I didn't even want to go but the Captain in our shop said that he needed a sergeant to go and I was the one that had been chosen. Lucky fucking me I thought, the positive side was I had some friends in the same field and they would be there as well so it wouldn't be the boring stuffy nights of sitting in a hotel collecting per diem and eating out that I usually got. I might actually get to go have some fun.
As the plane touched down in San Diego I looked around, the ESRI conference wasn't too far from the airport or my hotel and there was a strip of bars about three blocks away as well. I went to the hotel and checked in depositing my bags and pulled out my cell phone. I immediately dialed up Tyler and figured he should be there by now and we could go catch up and have a drink.
"Hey bro what's up?" came the response as soon as his phone had rang.
"Not much T, just got in and I'm in the mood to go catch a drink are you in the same hotel as usual?" I asked
"Yep, room 210, what about you?"
"Well what a coincidence I am in room 212, I'll be right over." I said clicking the cell phone shut and chuckling as I stepped out in the hall only to see him doing the same.
"Hey man how's it going?" he asked.
"Pretty good, I going to be honest with you I hate these things and the only bright spot was knowing you and Kurt would be here this year, now maybe we can all go out and get laid like the old days and find a girl freaky enough to maybe even bring a few, oh fuck that, a few dozen friends with her."
"Oh I think that girl is already here and if I'm right we are in for a wild trip man. Kurt was telling me about this little hottie ex-marine chick that works at the schoolhouse with him. He said she was just about as freaky as they come and can't get enough cock, he never fails to add at the end that she is one of the brightest people he works with and all that shit as well. I think that's the soft side of him hoping to one day tame that pussy instead of being a fuck buddy."
"So when are we gonna meet this little hot piece of ass tonight at all?" I asked
"I called Kurt earlier and he said that they might make it down after they get into town and check in. But more than likely knowing that man, he'll shag her rotten first and then think about us after the lights are already out."
So Tyler and I went down to the bar and had a few drinks catching up on old times, he did ask if there was any special woman and I told him know, just work, and the occasional bit of ass that is when time allowed. He said it was the same for him and as we finished the night off playing pool in the hotel's bar we checked out possible prospects for the next night. There were a few lookers but nothing to write home about.
The next day we went to the conference and went through the normal bullshit about how to liven things up in presentations and all the new data sourcing systems that were on the way out and would be available to test later that week. When we saw Kurt he had that grin that just screams, "I got some pussy." We sat down at lunch and all relived the glory days, times of misspent youth we had shared back in tech school and on a couple vacations we had managed to all pull off together to go on. When the subject of his booty call came into play Kurt just blushed and said she was already scouting some new dick for some fun while she was here. They weren't an item, just fucked when they could he relayed, and when she decided to have some fun he might or might not always be involved.
"Well I for one want to find this chick and see if she is all you say she is Kurt," I told him sternly.
"I think she'll be in her room later, probably getting fucked eight ways from Sunday if I know that girl but I'll see if I can introduce you to her. Now if you get the chance the one thing you must remember, the only thing this girl won't do is take it in the ass. She said only one guy has ever been there and it's not something she would do with anyone else. And believe you me I have tried over and over again to encourage her but she is a no go in that department. So Mr. Assanova," he teased, "don't get your hopes up."
