Felicity Ch 16

Chapter 16: Charles

I answered the knock on my door and found a very pretty strawberry blonde there.

"Are you Charles?" she asked.

"Yes. What can I do for you?"

"You can come with me. There is something very important I want you to see."

I studied her face and saw anxiety, perhaps some anguish, desperation. Her hands were wringing each other incessantly. I decided to go along.

She drove us to the warehouse where my wife worked and took us in a door I did not know existed. She took us on a catwalk above the floor of the warehouse. She signaled to me to be silent and led me to a corner and urged me to look down. I saw two people fucking.

"That is my husband," she whispered. "Is that your wife?"

I nodded yes. I guess I should have been irate, or devastated, but I was simply embarrassed.

She led me to an office and closed the door.

She said, "They do that every Friday. I wanted to warn you but since the husband of his previous lover refused to believe me I decided to show you in person. What do you intend to do about it?"

"Support you in court as a witness."

"Nothing else?" she asked incredulously. I felt that she had hoped I would have beaten the hell out of her husband.

"Probably not. She trapped me by claiming she was pregnant with my child. By the time I knew otherwise we were comfortable living together. She helped put me through graduate school. I owe her."

"And you don't mind that she fucks around?"

"Yes I do. I find it very embarrassing. But we were pretty much strangers when we wed and I knew that three months after our wedding she was fucking any one that asked."

"So why are you still married to her?"

"Like I said, I owe her."

"How long have you been married?"

"Ironically two years ago today. I take it this is not his first time to stray. Why are you still married?"

"Because I don't have a job. I used to work here as a secretary, in fact this used to be my office, but when we got married he insisted I quit. My work visa and alien resident card are under his control. Changing either would require me to owe him for his cooperation. I depend on him for financial support but as soon as I find a job I will divorce him."

I gave her a sympathetic smile.

"What I don't understand is how he gets all these women when he is actually lousy in bed?"

"I don't know about his other lovers but my wife Lily simply loves having a cock in her even though her only orgasms come from her own fingers. My wife likes the idea of being fucked more than she likes being fucked."

"Do you like watching her get fucked?"

"No."

"You had an erection when we came into this office."

"Yes, well when were we crouching down to spy on them I could see under your skirt. I saw that you are not wearing panties."

"So seeing my pussy gave you a hard-on?"

"Yes."

She suddenly lifted her skirt and sat on the desk. "Fuck me," she said.

I quickly lowered my slacks and entered her pussy.

"Whoa, slow please. Your cock is definitely bigger than his," she said.

As I slowly slid my cock into her I saw her facial expressions go from anger and sweet revenge to shy embarrassment. She was not going to stop me from fucking her but I could see she no longer thought it was that good of an idea.

It never occurred to me to stop.

As soon as I was completely in her I hugged her to me. She needed the hug. In retrospect I needed it too. I tilted her head to kiss her but she seemed reluctant. I kissed her forehead, nose, cheeks and neck. I felt her tremble when I kissed her lips.

I caressed her and continued giving her soft kisses. Her lips began to mold themselves to mine. I began short slow strokes into her pussy. I doubt she felt them at first since she was now concentrating on enjoying the kisses.

Her arms went around me. I increased the length of my strokes although not the speed. Her pussy was now very well lubricated.

"My name is Shirley," she whispered.

I felt her legs wrap themselves around me and I began a gentle fuck. Her first orgasm caught both of us by surprise. I slowed down until her spasms had calmed then fucked her harder. She began a long string of moans that carried cums in them until she gasped and groaned her way through a major orgasm. In the midst of that I filled her pussy with my semen.

We held on to each other for a while. I resumed kissing her. She seemed both surprised and grateful for that so I kissed her some more and continued to do so until my cock slid out of her pussy.

"Oooh," she said with a giggle. "That felt so good."

"Yes it did."

"I needed this and I needed you. This is the first time I have cheated in my marriage but I do not feel guilty at all thanks to you. Had you just fucked me I probably would have hated myself for it in the long run. Instead you made love to me, made me feel special, wanted. I don't feel too bad, for a loser."

"Me neither. I said. "This was also the first time for me to cheat. It is also my best sex in a long time and right now you are definitely special."

We kissed some more before I helped her off the desk. I dressed and we went out. After checking and seeing that our spouses were gone we walked to her car hand in hand. She dropped me off at the corner of my street and I walked home. I was not surprised to find that Lily still wasn't there.

Three weeks later Shirley walked into my house and announced, "They got a hotel room." We were fucking on my couch thirty seconds later and continued to do so for over an hour. After a long afterglow make-out session she left. Both of us were wearing big grins when we kissed goodbye. Both of us were fucked out.

Lily did not come home until nearly midnight. "Problems at the plant," she said.

She was asleep in our bed within minutes. As I watched her I decided I did not want to sleep in the same bed with her anymore and went to our guest room. I slept like a baby.

Lily never questioned why I no longer slept in the same bed with her. She knew I knew she fucked around and likely assumed that I had reached the limit of my tolerance.

We had seldom fucked over the previous months and when we had I had worn condoms. She probably understood that our last fuck had been our last fuck. Lily also understood that being shown the door would follow sooner or later. She began to look for another patsy.

In the meantime Shirley and I cooled our affair a bit, she was trying to make her marriage work she said.

Three months after we began to sleep in separate rooms Lily left. In her note she thanked me for putting up with her and wished me luck in my life. In a separate note to the "Divorce Judge," she stated she would not be returning and would not contest the divorce.

We had always kept our finances separate so I did not have to worry about that end but as I looked through my house I became strangely proud of her. The place was clean and she had not taken anything that did not belong to her.

Had I had the opportunity I would have thanked her for her financial support through school and for all her lessons on how to please a woman in bed. I regretted not being able to take her to where she needed to go but the lessons had paid off with Shirley.

I had thought more than once that if Lily had not been five years older than me our relationship might have worked, but probably not.

Shirley was happy for me and we made love in celebration. Part of her elation was the fact that her husband's principal lover had left town.

Although we did not fuck very often at all we did talk everyday. So her husband would not be suspicious to see my number on his phone bill I bought her a disposable cell phone and loaded it with lots of minutes.

One night she came over in tears. She had threatened to leave her husband and he had laughed at her. He had called her a pathetic loser that should be grateful to have him to support her. She spent the night with me, crying.

The next morning her husband called her and apologized for his words and claimed it was the stress from work. Shirley told me that it took all she had to keep from countering, "Oh. That's right. Your lover left."

She did go home and later claimed to me that he did seem to appreciate her more. Yet he never asked her where she had spent the night. It occurred to us that he had not spent the night at home either.

Soon after that event I got my biggest wish, a meaningful job. I was hired by a law firm to be their CPA.

It was down the coast in a town I had never heard of but after spending a day and night there it took me less than an hour to convince the lawyers that I would love to work for them and already loved the town. Both statements were true and I was sure they saw that. I was hired on the spot.

I gave notice at my accounting firm who seemed to be surprised that I was not happy with the long hours and low pay. I put my house up for sale and took the first offer then bought a new house in a new subdivision in my new hometown.

Shirley was the first to know I was leaving The City and claimed to be happy for me. We made love for hours after I gave her the news. I was going to miss her and she apparently was going to miss me. When I had everything set to go I visited Shirley at her home.

I thanked her for her affection. She was probably as fond of me as I was of her. Well, probably not as much as I was fond of her. She did shed a tear or two but assured me that things were much better and not to worry about her.

Still, I worried about her. I reminded her that she had my cell number and my e-mail address. I wanted her reassurances on a regular basis. We kissed and I drove to my new life in a town called Felicity.

Shirley and I talked on the phone nearly every day and she still claimed she was fine, that her husband was no longer insisting on sex and seemed to be happy enough with her cooking and cleaning.

Four weeks after I moved to Felicity she called me on my cell. She wanted to know if she could crash with me for a couple of days.

I immediately said sure and to come down as soon as she wanted.

"I am in your parking lot," she said.

"Come on in right now. I have something to finish up that will take five minutes then we will go to lunch."

"I am not very presentable," she said.

"This is a tourist town. Nobody is very presentable. Come on in. The receptionist will point you my way," I said and hung up.

Five minutes later she walked in. She had a black eye and a split lip. I immediately called our chief of police and buzzed Carly, one of the partners in the law firm and my immediate boss.

When Carly got to my office and saw Shirley she ordered me out of the room. Three minutes later Shawna, our police chief, came in and rushed straight to my office.

Thirty agonizing minutes later Shawna came out. Before I could ask her anything she embraced me and kissed my lips. "I love good guys," she said, kissed me again and left.

It would be another twenty minutes before Carly and Shirley came out.

Carly said, "I am taking her to the Women's Shelter to register her there. I will call you when you can come take her home."

She stepped over to me and grabbed the lapels of my jacket so I would lean over and she kissed me on the lips then led Shirley out. I had not had a chance to talk to her at all.

An hour later Carly called me and said, "We will be in your driveway by the time you get here. Bring us something to eat."

I briefly wondered how she knew where I lived but quickly rushed next door to get a big batch of burritos from Janie's Gourmet Junk Foods and sped home.

It took a while for me to hear the entire story. Carly was famished and Shirley had to be careful with her food so talking had to wait for the end of the burritos.

The gist of it was that Shirley's husband was now in jail under assault charges and had a restraining order in the works as well as divorce papers.

The cops had been interrogating him for hours because he was suspected of murdering his wife. Witnesses had heard him threaten to kill her.

Carly said, "If I had known he was in the middle of that I would have asked Shawna to hold off on her call to the city for a few hours."

The incident started when Shirley was called to their doctor's office for an exam. It turned out that Bastard had an STD and had blamed her. Apparently he did not know that protocol called for contacting the spouses.

It likely never occurred to him that it had been six weeks since they had sex and expected her to test positive. She did not. He got mad for proving him a liar and beat her up right there at the doctor's office. He chased after her when she fled but was delayed when a nurse tried to stop him. He shoved her to the floor but the delay allowed Shirley to beat him to the elevator.

By the time he got to the parking lot she was gone but he assumed she was going home so he sped there. He was raging in frustration because she wasn't home when the police arrived. He was immediately arrested.

Instead of running home Shirley had gotten in her car and driven straight to Felicity. I was shaking in fury when they finished the story and they silently waited until I had myself under control. As soon I had calmed down Carly gave Shirley a short pep talk.

Before leaving my home Carly kissed me again and whispered, "I am glad she has you."

She then kissed Shirley on the cheek and left.

I did not know what to say or do so I hugged Shirley to me and kissed her everywhere I did not think would hurt. That turned out to be what she needed. A few sobs ensued but she was visibly relaxing. She knew she was safe.

I took her to my bedroom and removed her clothes before ushering her into the shower. I allowed her to enjoy the cascade for a while then dried her off. After I had her take some ibuprofen I put her in bed. She was asleep in minutes. I gathered her garments and went into town.

At Allison's Boutique I gave the young blonde in the store Shirley's items and asked her to give me a variety of summer clothes in those sizes. The girl smiled at me and called "Mom!"

An older blonde came over and the daughter said to her, "I think this must be Charles."

I nodded in confusion, which deepened when the woman kissed me. "Where is Shirley?' she asked.

"Home, sleeping."

"Good. She probably needs it. Tell me what she looks like."

I had become a bit flustered and rambled, a bit. "She is beautiful. Reddish blonde hair, green eyes, a few freckles, dimples when she smiles. She is beautiful. I brought her clothes because I do not understand women's sizes. She is beautiful."

The woman and her daughter smiled at me then asked me, "Do these clothes fit her nicely?"

"They are maybe a bit too big. Oh no, I forgot to bring her shoes."

"Shoes she will need to try on. We can take care of the rest. Are you going home or back to the office?"

"Work, I need to explain my delay."

"You will not need to explain anything but you do need to see Carly, she has papers for you to take to Shirley. On your way back home stop by, we will have some things for her."

I reached for my wallet to give her my credit card but she stopped me saying, "Settle up later. We are going to give her enough to take her through the next few days but she will still need a wardrobe. When she feels it's OK to be out in public bring her back."

She kissed me and began to look through Shirley's stuff. The daughter walked me to the door and kissed my cheek before saying bye.

I was confused. How did she know Carly wanted me? And how did Carly know I would be going to the boutique?

I hurried to my office across the boulevard and found Carly waiting for me with the papers Shirley needed to sign. I began to apologize but Carly said, "Go. You do not want Shirley to wake up and find herself alone."

I was waiting on traffic in the middle of the median when it occurred to me to ask myself, "How did Carly know Shirley was taking a nap."

I rushed into the boutique and was handed two big bags then rushed to my car and home. Shirley was in a sound sleep.

I put the bags on the floor on her side of the bed and the papers on the desk in my home office. I connected my computer to my office unit and worked for about two hours.

I wondered if I was going to kill the bastard.

I had just started to look around the kitchen for something I could fix for dinner that would not be too painful for Shirley to eat when my doorbell rang. A very tall brunette and a very small redhead came in carrying boxes.

"Hi. We are Karen and Marina and we brought you supper. Is Shirley up yet? Where do you keep your large spoons? Chef Mike made you some amazing sort of stew thing that tastes just like a cheeseburger. Shirley's is the one with the smaller pieces so it wont hurt her. That bag has an amazingly good tiramisu ice cream. Put it in the refrigerator, not the freezer the chef said. Oh, here. This is an application to be a secretary at the new elementary school. Shirley will like it there. How do you like Felicity so far? We love everybody even Bernice who thinks she is everyone's bossy grandmother. Oh. This bag has a toothbrush, deodorant, and a hairbrush. Shawna said she was as tall as she is. Carly said she looks like family even if she is Canadian."

"Charles?"

"Oh good Shirley is up."

I had long ago given up trying to get a word in edgewise so I did not think to stop them from going to the bedroom. They led a still naked Shirley to the dining table and set her up with her dinner. It did look and smell delicious.

After they kissed Shirley and me they left just as abruptly as they had come.

"Who were they again?" Shirley asked.

"Karen and Marina. Karen, the small redhead, is a sister or cousin of Carly. Marina I had not met until just now. They were not kidding, this stuff is delicious. Does it hurt to eat?"

"Only when I overload the spoon. My lip is a lot less swollen and the eye looks worse than it is but I am beginning to suspect my nose is broken."

"Do you want to wait until you finish dinner before we go to the clinic or do you want to go now?"

"I am fine. Carly wanted to take me to the clinic after we went to the shelter but I wanted to go home, I mean here."

"Home is here and vice versa. Eat your dinner slowly."

After a few spoonfuls Shirley began to giggle and said, "I am eating dinner naked. A first for me."

"I certainly hope not the last."

I leaned to her and kissed her cheek as I pinched a nipple.

"I look terrible, how can you find me attractive?"

"I can show you proof."

"Show me."

I stood and quickly became as naked as she was and proudly displayed my erection.

"I've missed this thing," she said as she gripped it.

"That thing has missed you. Finish your supper first."

"Yes sir." she said although she was very reluctant to release her grip on my cock.

After we finished dinner she stood and pulled me up by my dick and led us to the bed. She had me lay on my back and slowly inserted my cock into her. After she was completely seated she said, "I am going to give you some details you don't know about my relationship with Bastard.

Right here are two big differences, I am on top and I am talking. He would not allow either. He would not go down on me. He would not kiss me after he ejaculated. He grabbed but did not caress any part of me.

I told our doctor that Bastard and I had not had sexual relations in six weeks but it was a lot longer than that since our last normal fuck. For months all he had wanted was to fuck me in the ass. There was one thing I was very happy for when I was at the doctor's office, when he fucked my ass he always wore a condom."

I was not surprised at all to hear he was a selfish bastard. Shirley had given me the impression that the only caresses she ever got were from me. Going down on her always resulted in loud orgasms.