Chapter 3: We Got Caught, By BigC
My name is BigC and I'm a trailer truck driver, you would probably think I live a dull boring life. But you're wrong; my life is a real soap opera. I've been having an adulterous affair with my best friend's wife. As amazing as it may seem; everything was working out just fine for almost everyone involved.
My wife and I were getting alone great, and I love her dearly; I just wished she was my sister, not my wife. Because that's the way I felt about her.
My wife had started treating me like she was my Mother and I was one of the kids. This was just fine with me. Whether or not my wife knew about my relationship; I don't know. If she did I don't think she cared.
My wife has some twisted ultra religious ideas about sex and she has never cut the umbilical cord. So with me having an affair; I wasn't bothering her about sex or how much time she spent with her family, so she was happily living a life of celibacy, and she was free to spend as much time as she wanted with her family.
Her family never liked me, they thought of me as a thug and a loser. So they were happy when I wasn't around.
Those people also love to gossip. By my not being around them they could gossip about me as much as they wanted.
Annie's husband Charlie is my best friend and he's gay. Charlie didn't want to be married, but he needed a wife to cover up his homosexuality at work, so he married his boss's daughter.
He knew Annie wasn't in love with him or happy being married to him, and he knew how Annie and I felt about each other. So he kept doing things that would get Annie and me together. He would invite me over and then find a reason to go out and leave me there with her.
Annie was miserable being married to Charlie too, she felt used and she wasn't in love with him, she was in love with me.
She only married him because of her Mother's demands. So she broke his balls about anything and everything especially his strange fishing buddies.
They were living together like brother and sister. When Annie and I started our affair she stopped breaking his balls, and let him do whatever he wanted to, and with whomever he wanted to. As long as he didn't complain about us, and he didn't.
But let me try and explain some more, you see Annie and I were high school sweet hearts. But things didn't work out for us, because of her Mother.
As for Annie's Mother, Mrs. Money Bags, She is a mean miserable person, and she hates me with a passion, what more can I say she's a real bitch. So what she didn't know about didn't hurt her.
After Annie and I made love the first time; it was like we went back through time, and we were high school kids again. She was my girl and we were going steady.
We couldn't get enough of each other; we talked on the phone and we would together in the mornings after I'd get back from my runs. If my wife was off at one of her family's many gatherings. Annie and I met and go out for the evening.
Sexual we didn't do a lot of kinky stuff; our making love would get a little wild at times. Sometimes we had oral sex, and sometimes she would get on top of me. But mostly I got on top of her and we would have intercourse in the missionary position.
I liked to watch the way she closed her eyes and opened her mouth as I entered her. She would flex her hips up taking me deeper into her vagina. Her pussy always felt so good; it was like my penis was wrapped in a warm moist velvet glove.
I would hold myself up on arms length watching her roll her head from side to side as I slowly gently made love to her; listening to the sounds of her breathing. She would arch her back, lifting up her hips as I pushed my penis in and out of her; then she would grip the bedcovers gasping for breathe; begging me to fuck her harder and faster. I loved teasing her, making her grovel with me to fuck her.
Once she started begging me to fuck her I knew she was ready to cum. I would loose it and grab her ass cheeks and squeeze them, while I pounded my cock into her in short hard strokes, she would wrap her arms around my neck and start whimpering...ahhh...ahhh...ahhh.
She would push her feet into the bed lifting up her hips taking me into her as far as she could get me, her pussy would contract around my penis as her body shuttered in orgasm, as soon as I felt her cum, I would ejaculate way up inside her sending gob after gob of my warm sticky sperm into her.
Then we would collapse totally spend with me on top of her and we would whisper words of love to each other. That's the way we made love gently at first; then violently fucking each other; until our passions built to a fever pitch and we climaxed.
So as strange as it may seem everything was going great, until...
We Got Caught.
It was a cold damp fall morning with a threat of rain in the air. I had just gotten back from my run. While my truck was being fueled I made my phone calls. First I called my wife; she told me everything was fine and all about her family's latest party. Then she told me that she wouldn't be home after work tonight, because she had to help get things ready for yet another of her family's never ending get together. So I was on my own for dinner and the evening.
As I dropped another dime in the slot to call Annie; a cold breeze hit me sending a shiver through my body that gave me an awful feeling of dread. I though to myself, an opossum had just run over my grave.
I was in a Texas truck stop one night talking with a southern driver and his wife, when she got a chill and said," an opossum had just run over her grave." I gave her a strange look, and she told me that's what they call it where she was from when you got a chill.
As soon as I heard Annie's voice; I forgot all about the chill and the cold damp weather.