Baseball Annies Wags P1

Baseball Annies Wives And Girlfriends part one

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Author's Notes: This is my story it belongs to me, you cannot copy it or sample from it. This is a true story that I lived through I've changed the time and names, but it happened. It involves cheating, stealing other women's men, lesbian reconciliation and baseball. Everyone having sex is eighteen.

My name is Carol Voss, my husband John was a major league catcher for thirteen years, he was a starter for five years and a backup the rest of the time. He played for the White Sox, the Orioles and the Red Sox. The story starts in 2005. I was John's second wife. Vonnie was his first wife and they had a girl Cindy. Vonnie was killed when the car she was in, driven by her lover was totaled in a collision with a delivery truck. Vonnie and the lover died, Cindy had a bad cut on the top of her head but was physically okay but was a mess emotionally.

A year later I met John in a night club. I was a "hostess" in a night in Cicero, just outside of Chicago. The town is Italian and the club was owned by gangsters. I was nineteen, drinking age was twenty one, but I was not waitressing. Just so you get the picture, I was of French descent and I was five foot six and one hundred and thirty pounds, I was gorgeous. It was the whole package, great legs, large C-Cup bra, or small D-Cup bra.

With respect to my job in the booths, I'd get a hundred dollars for a blow job, two hundred to fuck, another two hundred for an extra guy, no butt play. The more guys you fucked the more money you made.

One of the older gals taught me this trick. She said, "Tell them you like doggy the best and if there is a second guy, he's right in front of you. Carol with your ass being fat enough to jiggle, just look over your shoulder and say something stupid like baby you're so big. Nine times out a ten they'll nut, you get paid, go wash up and you're on to the next guy.

My daddy had a café in Toledo and my mom cheated on him and he'd belt her around. My sister Sandy never got married, but spent every night in bars, I was pretty sure that she was making money. Sandy would beat daddy with a bat if we could.

Anyway John comes in one night with some of his teammates, Vonnie's been gone for a while. I was popular with the team. Four of the pitchers, the short stop and the center fielder. The short stop and center fielder had Spanish names. The short stop Luis Alonso was a little guy in weight, but was pretty big if you follow me. The centerfielder, was black his name was Manny Rodriguez and I was doggy with the short stop and Manny was really big and was in my mouth and I pulled off and looked over my shoulder at the short stop and said you're so big and he nutted. I was jerking on Manny and he blew all over the side of my head in my hair, side of my face and in my damn ear.

I was so damn pissed off. I went back of the house and scrubbed with a bar of soap. Instead of drying my hair off, I pulled it into a top ponytail and used bobby pins to put it in a bun and slicked the sides and top with Brylcream, the men's hair gel. I was up almost eight hundred dollars for the night.

John was staring at me. I couldn't believe my reaction to him. He had short red hair, broad shoulders, six feet tall then waist and he was smiling at me, oh Lord that got my heart beating. I stood there unable to move as he walked purposefully towards me.

I had heels on but I still had to look up into his blue eyes. He said, "Carol?"

I nodded yes, unable to speak or look away. We were holding hands in front of us, both hands.

He said, "Get your stuff we're going."

I nodded and turned and made a beeline for the back and got my purse and coat and came back.

He was driving a 1999 dark green GMC Yukon, with tinted windows. The front seat was a bench seat, that I later found out he'd had installed to replace the bucket seats. He opened my door, holding my hand as I climbed in. He closed the door and I slid across so I was practically sitting in the driver's spot. He climbed in and he looked incredible and he smelled like a man, I can't exaggerate how my heart was pounding and I wanted him so bad.

He looked at me and I said, "I'm not perfect and I don't want to fuck this up, so if I do something stupid, it's because I don't know better and I've done so many stupid things."

He touched my lips with his finger and said, "Shush, it's okay, "then gently kissed me on the lips, no tongue, but perfect. I was already in love with John.

We talked. I told him I was nineteen and I was from Toledo. I said my family was a mess. He told me about Vonnie and Cindy and that he was from Tulsa, Oklahoma. Had a younger brother Pete who had played in the NFL as a quarterback, but got hurt and was a coach now. Cindy was with Pete and June in Longwood, Florida. His older sister Elaine lived in Seattle with his mom Lola.

I said, "I'm a whore, for the last six months, I can't have babies because of the shape of my baby parts."

He said, "Are you done hooking?"

I said, "Never again, if I'd known you were coming I never would have, I had to get away from my parents and I had to eat, " tears ran down my face.

He said softly, "I understand I ran away from home when I was fifteen. My Dad beat us all like a rug. No shame."

"We were married six months later. He had a home in Longwood, Florida, that's just outside of Orlando. John managed a team in Maracaibo, Venezuela during the winter and played too. The owner played for the White Sox and was the short stop I mentioned before. He was married and had eight children and lived on the side of a hill above downtown.

Catalina was Luis's wife and if I was expecting some poor fat woman, the night we met at this club, she sauntered in wearing this lilac colored silk dress that clung to her like paint. Inch thick shoulder straps with ten inches of cleavage and another six inches of tits encased with silk with enormous nipples poking out (easily an inch and a half).

She was giving me the snake eye. Luis jumped up between us and said, "Ella es la esposa de Carol John. (She is Carol John's wife)."

Catalina shoved Luis besides her, she outweighed him by fifty pounds, easily and strolled towards me with her arms wide open and I moved into her hug that enveloped me in tits and a large tummy, she whispered "Yo Soy Catalina."

I said, "Si mama."

She said, "Cuantos anos tienes? (how old are you)"

I said, "Nineteen."

"Estas embarazada?" (Are you with child)

Tears came unbidden down my cheeks and I shook my head no, "Doctor says no."

She responded, "Ever?"

I was weeping now and she was rocking me and shushing me. She put her arm around my shoulder and we walked out the club door and up these stairs and into their home behind double doors. I met her mother and their were kids, everywhere, laughing and I got hugged and kissed on the cheek so many times.

There was food, a stew with pork, tamales and coffee. It was incredible. She actually spoke pretty good, if accented English. She said, "What did the doctor tell you?"

He said, "My mom took some medicine while she was pregnant with me and it caused my uterus to be turned so I can't even get pregnant let alone carry a baby, I have never ever really talked about it, or grieved, I am sorry the tears just came."

She said, "How did you meet John?"

I looked at the table top and shook my head and sighed, "I was a prostitute in a night club working for a gangster."

"I ran away from home, because my dad, what he did to me and my sister. It was the only way I could eat. John saved me."

She said, "Lots of players on the team had you didn't they?"

I said, "Yes quite a few from the visiting teams, too."

"Are you clean?"

"I got tested every week."

She got up and poured each of us a glassful of a liquor called Cocuy which smelled sort of like tequila.

She threw hers back and it took me three sips to get it down.

She cleared her throat and said, "Carol did you fuck Luis?"

I looked at her and made a motion of jerking my hand and then stuck my tongue in my cheek, back and forth."

She burst out laughing and said, "Bueno, he is a big man."

I scoffed, "He's fucking huge, he was down my throat and filled my tummy up a lot. I'd never ever had something that big in my cunt and it scared me that he would want that."

She said, "Hee's okay I say blow jobs okay to take the edge off, no babies floating around all over America."

"Just so you know, Luis let John fuck me in the ass, because that fucking cheating Vonnie. He so thick it hurt bad then not I come hard on that big man. You like it in the ass?"

I said, "Not yet."

Just then John and Luis came in and I ran to John and clung to him.

John coached for Luis for four years and we got close. Luis took my ass while John took Catalina in her cunt. She was trying to be our surrogate. It took two months and she was pregnant and during John's last spring training, Luis was now with the Orioles we had a baby girl that we named Catalina Maria.

It was a little weird but I loved her so much and Luis and I well it was like I was his second wife. John was busy fucking Catalina twice a day for sixty days, so why not.

We did not hide it and John stopped fucking me, which kind of pissed me off. Catalina and I stayed in our home in Longwood that season, she was teaching me how to be a mother and I was wondering if I wanted to divorce John.

He wanted another child a boy that I could not give him. I was not on the birth certificate and the baby looked like Catalina. He did not really ask me what I thought, just told me it was going to happen and wasn't Catalina wonderful.

She said, "What's wrong, " one morning over coffee?

I said, "How long have you and John been in love?"

She took our coffee cups to the kitchen counter and filled them and came back.

She said, "Ten years next June."

"Luis has kids all over the United States, Vonnie was cheating on John, Cindy's not his. My two youngest are John's and of course Catalina."

"Why in the fucking hell involve me? John doesn't love me at all. Do you think I haven't figured that out?"

She said, "I'm sorry Luis bragged that he wanted to marry you in the club house and I couldn't have that, so John needed someone to take care of Cindy and it was convenient."

I didn't answer and stood up and took my coffee to the sink and said, "I am going to clean up and take a shower. Please take Cindy and leave. I never want to see you again."

She was gone by the time I returned to the kitchen. There was a message from John. I called my sister Sandy who lived in Portland, Oregon and said, my life was shit and I needed to escape for a month or so. She was fine with that.'

I took John's beloved Yukon to the airport in Orlando and put it in short term parking and leaving the keys in the glove compartment with some underwear and my make up and some shoes in my carryon bag. I waited half the day and caught a plane direct to Seattle, then immediately a little commuter plane to Portland.

I caught a cab to downtown Portland to a large bank and wired in seventy five thousand into my new bank. I went down the street to a credit union and opened an account with fifty dollars. Went back to my new bank and gave them instructions to wire seventy thousand dollars to my credit union. All perfectly legal.

I texted Luis and said that John and Catalina had been having an affair for ten years and their last two kids were John's. I thanked him for the two best months of my life.

I told him that this phone would be dead in a day and that I wished him the best life. I called my sister got her address and got a cab there.

She got us some incredible Thai food, I'd never had it, it was better than take out Chinese I'd had. I told her the whole sordid story and my strategy was to go to ground here and hook for money and he could divorce me due to abandonment.

She said, "Are you clean?"

I said, "You bet I am."

She said, "I work for an escort service, owned by you don't want to know and I work here and in Lake Tahoe in the summer, same service. I know for sure they'd add you. You'd have to do the boss, whenever he wants and an occasional party at his house, he's a nice guy."

I said, "What's the catch."

She looked down at her feet and said, "I'm in love with the boss and his wife and I'm getting out of the business and I'm pregnant."

I said, "How far along?"

She said, "Three months."

"I said, "I'm alright with all that."

She said, "You can stay here, I'm moving in with them, just don't take him from me. Okay?"

I said, "I would never, ever do that."

Life was good for me, I made tax free one hundred and fifty thousand dollars, the owners paid me in cash. I deposit it at five thousand dollar chunks into my credit union account. I did a lot of NBA players, so very long and black and software nerds. I got close to another escort, Didi, we met doing a Christmas party for venture capitalists. She was in her late thirties and rocked my world and was kind and there was a whole segment of business with women. I was now thirty years old.

Of course I had to learn how to please a woman and she taught me. I couldn't look at her without wanting her. She was happily married to guy who drove truck. We did a deal for the Eugene Emeralds a Class A minor league team. The coach had got promoted for the upcoming season from Eugene to the Giants in San Francisco as their strategy bench coach whatever that meant, I knew baseball of course and had never heard that one.

So he was a fucking hunk, I mean six foot five, maybe two forty and so black and long and his name was Jackson Monroe. In the space of three hours I turned him inside out, he'd never been rimmed before and he loved it, the whole group of twenty year old boys were fucking Didi. They found time to marvel how Jackson made it down my throat and nutted. Then I got him going and rode him in my ass.

We went to dinner afterwards, it was nice and we were sharing a piece of cherry pie with ice cream. He said, "You're John Voss's ex-wife right?"

I said, "I am. My real name is Carol Voss. He cheated on me with Luis Alonso's wife Catalina, they had three kids with her, I can't have any. We're divorced. It was just a big set up. Catalina was pissed at Luis for getting something on the side even if it was a blow job, while she was cuckolding Luis for years. My divorce was due to abandonment. I'm completely off the grid and have been now for five years Carol Truffaut is my name. I live in Portland and summer in Lake Tahoe. My sister lives with a gangster and his wife. He owns the escort service.

I make tax free money and live rent free and get paid to have my brains fucked out. Every so often a real man shows up like you and rocks my world. Before you ask me, I'm clean. Checked every week, I've caught things, Chlamydia twice and gonorrhea and I get clean and take time off.

My boss is supposed to screen that stuff. The people that I get it from, never ever show up again and I get an apology bonus from the boss.

He said, "Don't you get lonely?"

"I talk to my sister every day, I got into this business, as did she because of my fucking dad, don't ask. My idiotic mother is in denial. My sister has three kids now, she is in this thing with the boss and his wife they live in Lake Tahoe and I see them in the summer, I'm Auntie Carol."

I said, "How about you, no wife no kids?"

He said, "I have two ex-wives, four kids, both cheated on my when I was on the road. I had a good attorney the first time, videos, witnesses and I got the three girls Jane, Ellie and Sarah with her and I had a pre-nuptial agreement with my second wife and the baby Jeb, thank God was mine.

I got hurt, blew out my knee trying to turn a double play, I was a third baseman, caught the ground ball ran to third stepped on the bag and as I tried to throw to first, the guy, a fucking rookie, blew me up with a late pop up slide three feet off the bag. I beat the ever living shit of him in thirty seconds.

We were in Miami and I was playing for the Giants and they put a hip to ankle cast on me and I flew back to San Francisco so the team orthopedist plus a specialist from Los Angeles were flying up to examine me the next day.

"I called her before I caught the plane but she didn't pick up. My house is on twenty second, just off Castro. There were two cars in the drive way as I got home. Having gone through this before, I had a bad feeling. I hobbled around to the back door and unlocked it."

"I could hear the slap of flesh and groans. They were in our front room, it's a nice older home, lots of small rooms, I knew immediately what was going on, so I took my smart phone out of my pocket and there were two guys fucking her, one in the ass and the other in her cunt. I took a movie, actually three movies and they were small white guys, five ten or so for the guy in her ass and his dick was maybe six inches, the other guy was like five eight or so and not big either. I mean I'm big and I know how to treat a woman."

"My first wife was white and my second was black. I went back to the kitchen and we had a pitcher of water, in the fridge, you know those water purifier things. I walked as quietly as possible till I was a foot away then poured it all over them."

"The guys were swearing and saying they were going to kick my ass and I had a bat in my hands and they thought the better of things. Her name is Chantel and she tells me she can't take the loneliness and it didn't mean anything."

"I asked her where my son was and she said she was at my mom and dads. I told her to get out. She said she would never do it again. I asked her if it was the first time and she shook her head no. I reminded her of the pre-nuptial agreement and told her to pack up and go. I sent the videos to my attorney Irving Feinberg and to her parents and her brothers and sisters and her of course. I posted them on Instagram and Facebook and changed her passwords. She was hemming and hawing until her phone pinged with my IG and FB posts. I changed my FB to single."

"She said how could you do this to me and I said took the words right out of my mouth. Finally I told her to get the fuck out and get her friends to get her shit immediately or I put everything into garbage bags."

"She got a call from her father who is a minister and it did not go well for her. She was gone in two hours. I called my mom and told her to not let Chantel take Jeb.

"That was four years ago and I have an older couple who watch the house during season, my kids are with my parents and I've recovered.

I stared at him and I was amazed and how he was vulnerable, yet tough. I got closer and threw my leg up over his huge leg and he took me and if I thought the night before was incredible nobody ever before was that good. He did know what he was doing and he was rough and tender and sometime in the middle of all this I realized that we were making love, something I was not sure I had ever done before. I clung to him as if I wouldn't let him go, all those Kegels and Yoga helped me take his seed.

He started to pull out and I said, "No baby stay in me."

I fell asleep in this arms and woke up in the hotel room the next morning. I was alone and disoriented."

There was a business card next to my phone and it said Jackson Monroe San Francisco Giants. I turned it over and he had written please call me had to go, J and his cell number.

I cleaned up and I called Sandy and said, "Hey, Can you ask the Boss if it's okay if I take a couple of months off. I did this guy and he knows John and I need to see if any of it trickles back to me, I'm scared, I paused as she asked if he hurt me or anything, "I said no he's a great guy and he fucked me and I got off. It's just John and Catalina are vindictive. John beat the shit out of Luis when this went down, it was in USA Today, " I paused and the boss was on the phone and he said, "Baby come stay with us."