Author Note: There is no BTB or RAAC here. Thank you for taking the time to read my story, I really do appreciate it.
Chapter 1
It was springtime. The warm weather was finally starting to take hold and people seemed happier, given the sun was shining and there was blue sky instead of the usual wintery grey misery. I work at a data warehousing company called Regent Securities and have for the better part of a decade. You know the type of data warehousing that stores business's documents for years to comply with regulatory requirements before eventually having them destroyed. To say our operation is huge would be an understatement. We have in my location, six different warehouses that probably would take up a football field each and then some, stored to the gills with all manner of documents. We also have a short-term holding facility for business that want to store files they may need quickly but don't need them for day-to-day stuff. Oh, and... how could I forget the destruction facility? You know the big honking crematorium that first shreds the documents, loads them into the furnace and then heats up to the temperature of the sun to vaporize any and all inside it? Well, we've got one of those too. Anyway, I'm one of the warehouse workers there, running a team of eight and managing all of the above.
Oh, my name is Brett Bonham. Yeah, like the famous Led Zeppelin drummer but no relation. I did have long hair in my youth though, if that counts for something. I know, bad joke but hey, at least I've got a sense of humour, right? Now, I'm thirty-nine years old and have been married to Margie for nearly twenty years. Yep, you heard that right, twenty years. I know some people can't fathom it, but teen pregnancy does happen, and it did happen to us. Margie, not Margaret, God she hates that name, was dating the high school quarterback before he took off for his scholarship at a prestigious university. Derek Washington was an amazing football player, big, built like the proverbial and had a way with the ladies. He was two years older than me and three years older than Margie. The rumour going around school was that she had a thing for black guys, as evident by dating Derek, but once they broke up well, that wasn't the case. Perhaps she just had a thing for him. Either way he was forgotten and one night at a party she found me and well, let's just say the rest is history. Oh, before I forget, I need to make it clear, she came onto me and while I didn't stop her, she was the aggressor in this instance, and we ended up with two wonderful boys. I never thought I'd be a father at eighteen and I sure as hell know Margie didn't think she would be a mother of twins at seventeen, but it happened.
Obviously, I never went to college, getting a job at the bottom rung of a warehouse to support my young family and working my way up to where I am today. Eight kids later and here we are. Yes, you read that right, eight. We had the twins the first time out, Michael and John, who have graduated from university and are in good jobs. Then we had another boy, Stephen, followed by a girl, Grace, then Anabelle, Toby, Isabelle and our youngest, Adam. My wife was the one who made the decision to keep having kids but after Adam, when Margie was thirty, she decided enough was enough. She went and got an IUD and we've been living in wedded bliss ever since. Well, sort of. Sure, family life is hectic, and I wouldn't change having our kids for the world, but when Margie went back to work when Adam went to school, things slowly started to change.
Like always it wasn't one thing or the other, but over time they add up to a lot. Our sex life changed. Normally, Margie is quite aggressive in the bedroom and while she would often instigate our marital love making, she did like to be held down at times and well, pounded. I mean, pounded with her face in the mattress, sweat pouring off both of us, vigorous, no holds barred, break your cock off, ruin her pussy, pounding. That slowly changed and Margie became more loving and gentler. Okay, no biggie but now, in the last few months she has become distant. I've asked if everything is alright, and she just smiles, nods and gives me a reassuring kiss, but I don't know. I can't put my finger on it, but something is up. I've tried the usual stuff, check her phone, computer and what not, but nothing. I started to wonder if it was something medical, like cancer but she wasn't showing any other signs and her health check-ups had been fine. The kids are definitely our priority and with her job taking up more hours, well, there's always the possibility it's stress. I'm wary but not concerned, yet.
I was in the back of the warehouse, where no one ventures often, thinking about all of this when a voice woke me from my ruminations.
"Hey, sweet cheeks," Victoria Smythe said with her usual cheeky tone. Victoria is a single mother of two kids, a couple of years younger than me and one outrageous flirt. She's gorgeous and stands a couple of inches shorter than my six feet. Long blonde hair, gorgeous smile and a body to die for even after two kids. If I hadn't met her children, I would have said she's never had them, but I've seen the photos of when she was pregnant and good god, did she look stunning then too. Some people are just lucky, I guess.
Not that Margie wasn't lucky, but after eight kids, things do change. Sure, she got a makeover, new boobs, tummy tuck and vaginal rejuvenation, and she looks damn good, but it's still obvious she's a mother. A hot mother, with her long light brown, almost honey coloured hair, thick hips and thighs and now those amazing tits. Look, to me Margie is gorgeous, and I love her a lot, even if things started out at a party in not such a loving way, and not really in the natural way two people grow a relationship. We've built a wonderful home, full of happy memories and I wouldn't trade that for the world.
"Hey," I said giving Victoria a smile.
"What are you doing all the way down here by yourself? Not thinking of how to get into my panties were you?" Victoria asked with a cheeky giggle. Yep, that was how she flirted and no, no one cared because most of the guys liked her bubbly attitude. A lot.
"Well, no, I wasn't. I was just checking up on which pallets were ready to be sent for destruction," I replied looking at her. I laughed and shook my head at her mischievous smirk, before she laughed.
"Don't lie, I know you want me," Victoria said cheekily moving closer. "I want you, so why not. No one would know back here, it's so damn empty. What do you say, just you and me, and these old documents. Up for it? I know I am..." Again, she laughed before playfully slapping my arm. "My god, you should see your face!"
"Fuck, Vic. Are you trying to get me in trouble?" I asked with a sigh. I will point out I'm not some saint, I've made my fair share of mistakes in life, but cheating on my spouse isn't one of them and I wasn't about to start.
"God no. It's all fun, besides, while I do find you attractive, yes, you are attractive Brett, I don't do married guys. Now if you were single, I'd drop my panties in a split second and welcome you home," Victoria replied with a positive nod.
"Uh huh, sure," I said shaking my head, but she grabbed my arm and looked seriously at me.
"I mean it, or you could just bend me over a pile of documents and take me. Either way, I'd have you in a heartbeat, no questions asked. You're one of the best people I know, man or woman, and unlike all the others around here who leer at me and get a bit touchy feely, you also listen to me. Not many people do that. They just see a pair of boobs or pair of legs in a skirt and assume I'm some bimbo... you don't. You know what I mean?" Victoria said still in her serious mode with me. Yes, she could definitely be serious and yes, she had a brain, but her usual demeanour invited a lot of what she was talking about.
"Thanks Vic, but you do know you're constant flirting doesn't help," I said turning my tablet off and dropping it by my side now that I had finished my work.
"I know, but I don't do that with everybody. Just a few, you being one of them. If the others overhear, that's their problem. Anyway, enough of that, it's not why I'm here. Kyle wants us to check out warehouse 4. See what needs disposing of and then we can have lunch," Victoria said happily. "Or you can have me for lunch."
"You know, one day, I'm going to get you back for all this flirting. I don't know how, but I will, and I think it will be the mother of all come backs," I said which made her laugh.
"Yeah right... But I'll accept whatever it is you deem worthy of taking me down. Bring it on big boy, you can't break me, I can handle it," Victoria said with a cheeky grin while we walked out of the warehouse and to our next job that Kyle wanted. One thing I did know, is that having Victoria with me on the job, the day would be fun and would go fast. Then I could get home and enjoy my time there. My youngest Adam was a cheeky one and I couldn't wait to get him riled up with his brothers and sisters. Ah, family life. Who would have known how good it could be.
Chapter 2
A few days after I had been pondering my navel regarding my wife and our relationship, I had come down with a case of the runs. You know the type; bad food and your guts are doing somersaults in a way that would make an experienced seaman blush. Those rolling tides were playing havoc with me and after my third trip to the bathroom, I headed home. I did make a stop off at the drug store downtown to get some medicine to help heal me quicker and on my way out, yes hurriedly given my bowels were aching like a bastard, was when things changed. I jumped into my car and had turned around in my seat to get ready to back out, all while trying to hold my guts from decimating my car, when I saw her.
My wife. Yes, Margie, the one and only mother of my children, who was also my darling wife. I didn't mention it earlier, but Margie had gone back to work as a receptionist at a local hospital after Adam started school and had worked her way up to office manager over the last few years. The hospital was on the other side of town and while she had gone out to lunch before, seeing her here, at 3pm, with a guy that looked awfully a lot like Derek Washington, I started to wonder. My ass was firmly clenched when she kissed him on the lips and then looked up at him adoringly before they both smiled and went in opposite directions. Yeah, they did the looking back thing, ever so briefly and I knew then that I had to do some things, well after getting better. There's only so much you can do when your ass is glued to a toilet.
I made it home in record time, without breaking the law, glued my ass to the toilet as I finally expelled all my emotions into the bowel, working through what was becoming of my life. Weirdly, as I exorcised my demons, things were starting to make sense and I formulated a plan to get some more proof and protect my income so that I wouldn't be left destitute. I've heard and read too many stories of men becoming cuckolds and losing the lot. Then again, I've also heard and read a lot of stories of ex-special forces guys going for broke and coming out on top, becoming multi-millionaires in the process and getting a hot woman to replace the hot wife. I'm neither of those, so this is uncharted territory for me, and I'd have to think about it to see what I could do. After all, those were just stories, right?
Chapter 3
