I was desperate! I had lost my job two months prior and my home was now going into foreclosure. My wife had taken our son and moved in with her sister and told me that I was worthless. And that is how I felt too.
It's the economy, my boss told me as he handed me my severance check and turned to walk back into his fancy office with its large oak desk that took up a third of the room.
"Sorry man, but your name was the one that came out of the hat. It was nothing personal!"
But to me it was really personal. I packed up my things and a security guard escorted me to the door and as I stepped out of the building, he locked it behind me.
I looked up at the sky and dark clouds were forming and I knew I'd never make it to my car before the rains fail. Running to the covered lot, I had almost made it under then overhang when it let go. My new suit was soaked by the time I made it into the garage.
Angry, I threw the few things I had in the back seat and slipped on my jacket to warm me from the chill the rain had forced through my skin and was now attacking my bones.
I slipped into the driver's seat, took a deep breath, yelled out "Dam them all!" Then I pulled out of my assigned spot so quickly that my tires squealed on the warm pavement.
I took a quick right turn and down the four flights of the garage where I had to pay to get out because "You are no longer an employee sir, so you must pay the toll for today's parking," the attendant informed me.
"That'll be fifteen dollars, please," she smiled like an imbecile. I pulled out a five and threw it into her basket and squealed my wheels as I drove off.
When I walked into my home, Elizabeth, my wife greeted me at the door. I could see she had been crying.
"Carla called me from the office honey! I know we will make it though. You have a lot of experience and you'll be working again in a week or two just think of it as an early vacation.
"We can go to Florida a little earlier than we had planed and when we get back you'll be ready to get back to work for a company that will appreciate your talents," she assured me.
When we returned from our vacation things were not as light as they had been before we had left. Carla was angry because I was home every afternoon after my morning of interviews that had no fruitful results.
We were digging into our savings rather heavily and it was depleting even more quickly. That's when Carla and the boys moved in with her mother. She was already talking about divorce.
That was six months ago. I found a place that I could rent a one-bedroom apartment for sixty dollars a month. I had to have someplace to sleep. Then I started prowling.
I didn't feel good about it; but my money was slipping away quickly and Carla insisted I still help her with the kids.
At first it was petty things, stealing food from the corner grocery then sneaking into people's home that were away. I tried not to take more than I needed to survive and to keep Carla off my back.
But she swore that she wasn't going to go to work and leave the kids alone. I tried to get a job in the corner grocery, but they didn't need anyone. My finances were dwindling quickly.
And that's when the idea came to me. Id' just be sneak into the homes of those more fortunate than me and take a little here and there until I could get back on my feet.
It was easier than I ever dreamed it would be. I was amazed at how many people didn't have alarms or even lock their doors at night. I could slip in with a screwdriver and a pick at most places.
Fortunately, most homes with alarms had them posted so I stayed away from those. I went to high-class neighborhoods and was surprised at how easy it was to get into those big homes and find their spare change laying out there in the open.
A few of them had alarm systems. But most left the security to dogs and high fences. Dogs love me and I'm tall enough to make it over most fences.
And by change I mean hundreds and sometimes more money just lying out there in the open almost like they wanted to give it away.
By the third week of my robbing, I was bringing home at least half of my prior salary. And I didn't have to work as hard.
Then one night I snuck into this home that was completely dark. I was sure no one was home. But I slipped through the rooms with stealth and as I quietly opened doors looking for places where cash may be kept, I opened one door that had candles flickering.
Lying in the bed was a woman. I nearly didn't see her until I had the door open far enough for me to slip into the room.
The candlelight showed me that she was lying there, naked. She was massaging her full breast with one hand and the other was stroking her clit slowly. Soft moans came for her throat.
She hadn't noticed that I had entered the room, she was much to involved with her masturbation to realize anything else.
I sat on the floor at the bottom of the bed and watched her fingers playing in her own juices and listening to her cries of pleasure.
I could smell her musk and my prick got hard. I had been months since I had been with Carla and this woman appeared to be even more beautiful than my wife. And definitely better endowed.
When her passion exploded, her back arched and her fingers moved faster in and out of her pussy and I could hear the juices as her fingers dove deep in her cunt. I watched as her back arched bring her hips up and her body undulated with pleasures she was giving herself.
Hungry for sex almost as much as I had been for food, I couldn't resist the pull of her musky pussy.
I slowly slid along the floor until I felt that I was around her pubic area. I slid my finger between her pussy lips and stroked her hard clit and she seemed to have been expecting someone to do that because she removed her own fingers and spread her legs open wider allowing me entrance to her lust.
I ran my tongue over her clit and her hips came up to meet my lingua. Her soft moans filled the warm candled air making me stiff.
It had been too long since I had coupled with my wife. I loved the smell of this woman who really enjoyed her body.
I spread he legs wide and released my prick. Precum glistened on the head in the flickering candlelight.
As I positioned myself between her long slender legs, she wrapped them around my hips and pulled me to her wet cunt. "Fuck me good!" she whispered in my ear and then nibbled my lobe.
And I did as she requested. I slipped off my shorts and released my horny cock and shoved it deep in the juices of her lust.
Up and down I rode her hard and fast until my seed exploded in her clean-shaven pussy. As I began to roll off her she cried, "NO! Take my ass too! I need a good fucking!"
