Starting Over

Garcia took Juanita to see Marcell at his lounge, I went along.

Juanita looked like a celebrity on the red carpet, wearing a lowcut, sleeveless, strapless, backless, shimmering silver form fitting mini dress, black silk stockings. Her long black hair was parted down the middle, straight back on the right, and down and forward on the left. A subtle silver eyeshadow, and lipstick added to her beauty.

Marcell greets us, "I've been accused of thinking with the wrong head when confronted with gorgeous females; so, my wife will interview you."

A sexy, very voluptuous, full figured, mid 50's, short salt and pepper hair, blue eyed woman with a bit too much make-up, struts fluidly, but with a purpose from the kitchen.

"Hello Juanita, I'm Constantine, call me Connie," She scans Juanita's fantastic form. "Wow you're stunning, I understand you are talented as well." In a husky, gravelly voice.

"Gee," Juanita giggles, "Garcia shouldn't be divulging our intimate sexual activities."

"Ha-ha," Connie chuckles. "A witty humor, too." Taking Juanita's hand. "He only bragged about your waitressing experience, but I'd be interested in hearing more about those other talents though, I'd like to hear some dirt on Marcell." I detect a strong sexual vibe with that comment.

"You'll be working with our daughter, Levina; Connie beckons a young girl, 5'2" ish, sparkling blue-eyed, round-faced cutie, short pixie brunette. An overabundant helping of mammaries for someone of her stature; her cleavage spilling over demanding attention. After surveying each other's body their eyes eventually meet. That unmistakable knowing gaze of lust silently exchanged; without speaking, both with broad smiles, Juanita follows Levina to a nearby table and the start chatting. Leaving Garcia and I standing alone.

"Well, I guess she'll call if she needs a ride."

"I think she found one." I chuckle.

We went to the bank to get me a charge card and sign for a joint account with Garcia.

As I'm signing papers on the manager's desk, Garcia states "I also want Lucia's name off all bank accounts."

"Oh, Lucia was here a short while ago, she closed out her account and emptied her safety deposit box."

"Really," Garcia looked very angry.

As we got in the car, "Lucia had no source of income, if she had a personal account, that means she was accumulating money from me; and why did she need a safety deposit box?"

He drove directly to the motel, got a key from the clerk.

"Use your phone to record this Beth, in case she wants to go to court." He flings open the door; Lucia is on top of a middle-aged woman 69ing, a balding, overweight fellow is kneeling behind, doing her doggie style.

Garcia garbs Lucia purse, "don't stop, I know she's fucking others, and I don't care." He opens her suitcase, dumps the purse contents into it. He grabs her clothes from the floor, "You fucking low life 'BITCH,' you selfish CUNT."

He zips up the suitcase, "I offered you everything, you lived off me like a queen for over a year, and during that time you cheated on me and lied to me; and still, you steal from me."

We've been less than a minute, the trio has separated, stunned, sitting on the bed, cowering, staring wide eyed at Garcia.

He moves to the door, "I'm cancelling this room, you no longer have an apartment, from this moment on you are totally on your own, stay out of my life."

He carries out the suitcase, throws it in the back seat, and we drive away.

Garcia calms down as we drive to a classy lounge with an outdoor deck with a stunning view of saguaro cactus and the mountains in the distance. We have a delightful Mexican meal and a few cocktails.

Late in the afternoon Garcia receives a call from K at his office.

"A fellow named Jake Simmons called, very desperate, asking for Lucia, a destitute soldier, returned from overseas yesterday to find his wife has left; their house empty except for divorce papers; apparently the bank intends to repossess his house tomorrow."

"Ok, is he there now? I'll come deal with him."

"No, he called from the nearby homeless shelter."

"Contact him, get him an uber to the house, I'll pay, he can stay with us until we get the problem resolved. Also get the address and as much bank info you can."

We were sitting at the supper table. Jake's a hunk, 5'9" dark blonde brush cut, a body that only develops to that caliber with time in the gym.

Garcia lifts his glass to Jake "Ok, please share what happened."

Aligning his utensils beside his plate, OCD like, sitting at attention, staring straight ahead, "I arrived at my home at 12 hundred hours, opened the front door to an empty house. On the entrance floor was divorce papers, bank foreclosure notices and a letter from my wife Pamela."

Although his voice quivered, he remained stoic.

"Pam wrote that she remained in the airport bar after I left; confused as to why I chose a second tour in a terrible war, instead of staying home with her to start a family. A fellow noticed her discomposure, he consoled her; she invited him to stay the night; on the way home, she threw my wedding band out the car window. Pamela wrote how Jerome never left her side; she quickly fell in love. She sold everything; my truck and Harley then she moved in with him. She requested I leave her go; she's happy and several months pregnant."

Jake's fighting back tears, "She signed the letter 'You chose the war instead of me and starting a family; so, I chose a lover to stay with me and have a family."

After several moments, regaining composure he continues. "I'm left with only what's in my rucksack, the bank wants $8,974. by noon tomorrow or they take my house. The mortgage is somewhere near 50 grand, so I thought I'd call Lucia who sold it to us, hoping to get at least 20 grand cash to start over, and I would sign over the house."

"I'll have my lawyer and accountant check into it before the bank forecloses tomorrow; if it's not too late, we'll make a deal." Garcia immediately texts his lawyer the address: I need everything on this property before noon tomorrow.

"Well, nothing more we can do about that tonight, let's relax, have some weed and drinks."

K stands, lifts her dress off, standing naked she announces, "first a cooling swim; then libations in the hot tub to relax. C'mon Jake, join me," K smacks her bare cheek as she sways seductively; "some grass and ass will take your mind of things." K trots through the patio doors.

Jake didn't speak, you could see he was anxious, unsure how to respond. Beth moves behind him, place my hands on his shoulders and whisper. "Jake, you're a virile male with a fantastic hard body, you are extremely attractive to us gals, don't be shy." Massaging his shoulders, "you don't need to fuck anyone if you choose not to." Beth kisses his neck; thumb massages the sides and back of his neck.

"Please, at least partake in some weed and drink a few beers, you deserve it and thank you for your service."

Beth drops her clothes, whispers, "watch us, join if you please." She kisses his cheek, and saunters past him toward the patio doors, exaggerating her hip action, hoping her enticing ass sway might help persuade him to join them.

"Arriah," Garcia blew her a kiss. "I'll make some cocktails, and fetch a bag of pot, you go play with the others." She and Juanita slowly undress, giving Jake a salacious strip show before departing the dining room.

Garcia speaks, he and Jake are the only ones at the table, "Jake, sex to all of them is as natural as breathing, you have been invited to join them, I guarantee there will be no jealousy, no judgement, and it won't matter if you participate or not; they will be having sex tonight."

Garcia stands, "Follow me to the outdoor bar, have a beer, roll a couple fatties while I make cocktails."

They go to the bar, Jake plants himself on a stool, Garcia opens a bottle of cold beer for Jake, tosses a bag of grass to him and begins making cocktails. Jake takes a swig, chugs nearly half the cold brew, rolls a great joint, chugs the rest of the beer, Garcia, cracks another.

"Attaboy, relax, you're with friends." Jake lights the joint, hands it to Garcia, starts rolling another. "You got talent with weed my man, roll a few more." Garcia pops the top off another beer, pours Tequila Sunrises into 4 glasses on a tray.

"C'mon big guy, bring that stuff to the hot tub."

Garcia carries 2 trays with 2 beer, 2 pitchers and several glasses to the hot tub, sets them down on side, drops his briefs, sits beside Jake, and lights another joint.

"You need not choose as they are all willing to share, but between you and me which one of those sexy gals excites you the most?"

Jake grin's "They all have great bodies, K is really cute, and I suspect a ball of fun, Arriah's frikkin hot, she's so damn sexy."

Garcia taps his glass to Jake's bottle. "Beth's my favorite, she lives with me now, her, K and Juanita all drove down her to escape their past. Arriah is our resident domestic assistant. K is my office receptionist, and Juanita just got hired as a lounge hostess, K and Juanita mostly sleep in the pool house; but we often, all share beds."

K is the first to exit the pool, shakes herself like an animal to displace the excess water, her boobs jiggling as she trots toward us. Still dripping she picks up and chugs an entire cocktail, "Ahhh, so refreshing." Wringing out her hair.

Jake is ogling her dripping curves; she lights a joint.

"Ok, we get it Jake, you're distraught; it's been a stressful day for you," K tokes a long one, holding as long as possible, exhales. "Time to acknowledge some positives, she sits on the edge of the tub.

"One... your cheating, pregnant wife, selfish as she could have waited while you sacrificed." Passes me the grass, picks up another glass.

"Two... she could've also taken the house in a divorce; and the bank could have foreclosed before you were discharged, leaving you with nothing."

K takes another toke then hands it to Jake.

"Three... I was the one that took your phone call, not some fat broad, who couldn't give a shit about you or your problems."

She guzzles 1/2 another cocktail.

"Four... Garcia is prepared to make you a fair deal."

Finishes the drink.

"Five... you're not at that shelter with a bunch of smelly strange men." K moves on his lap, her arm around his neck.

Beth arrives, toweling herself, drops the towel at my feet, embraces me with a gentle kiss, picks up a cocktail.

"Six... instead of the shelter with smelly men you're at an elegant home with several sexy strange horny women and smelly grass." K brings his hand to her breast and passionately kisses him.

"I can't dismiss the thought, that while you were on route home, you must have anticipated how and where you were going to fuck your wife."

K tokes the roach, squeezing the tiny remains, holds it to Jakes lips. "With that same raw passion, you intended for your wife; I want you to vehemently fuck me."

K moves his fingers to her pussy "That's not wet from the pool, you caused that; don't dwell on what you can no longer change, Pamela's gone, I'm here."

K kisses him as she pushes his finger between her labia.

"Forget the past, focus on the present." K rubs the growing shaft in his boxers.

"Get out of your head and get this nice cock in my cunt." K shoves her tongue in his mouth.

Beth drops to her knees on the towel and starts sucking me.

Not sure if it was K's wise words or her naked body on Jake's lap, but either way he capitulates, he's caressing her tits, tongue wrestling. Jakes mouth moves to K's breast; she cradles his head leans forward and whispers something in his ear.

They stand, Jakes khaki army boxers showing a decent sized tent, he scoops up K and carries her to the pool house.

Juanita and Arriah are lying beside the pool, faces fused fingering each other's twats.

Beth and I take a pitcher and 2 of Jake's well rolled joints inside.