I was almost as dissatisfied with my original story as some of my readers. I was busy writing my slave camp series when I got the idea for it. I decided to revisit the story. It is much longer now. Nobody gets killed or maimed. I will likely add a postscript in the comments after it is published. Many will still not like it. Too bad. It is what it is.
I thought my edited version would show up like a new submission. It was not. It took days for me to find it merely replaced the old version. I did not spend all that effort in the re-write for it NOT to be read. I am going to submit it with a slightly different name. The original version is gone.
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I sat in my recliner one Thursday afternoon sipping two fingers of Gentleman Jack over ice. I'd had better whisky but this was best I could afford to drink on a regular basis. And what the Hell, after one or two glasses, the buzz was the same. Right now, I was not buzzed. I was just in a quiet mood, ready to have a conversation with the woman who had been my wife for the past fourteen years. And hopefully with her alone. I reached to the right back pocket of my jeans and felt the hard handle of my Glock 17 protruding from the waistband above it. I sincerely hoped nothing would happen to provoke me to pull that pistol out of its holster. Another, perverse thought spun through the lizard part of my brain that said action might be satisfactory as well. Thinking about it, I really did not give a fuck either way. Not right now. That might change later.
How did I come to this totally fucked up place? It started almost two weeks prior when my wife and I were invited to a weekend retreat hosted by her company. This was no big Fortune 500 but a relatively small law firm comprised of two partners, one associate attorney, two paralegals, one of which was my wife, Linda, and the office manager/ executive assistant.
The staff and their spouses gathered periodically at company expense to just have a little fun and relax. Significant holidays usually called for a barbecue or at least a sit down dinner. For the past three years the company had rented a spot at a getaway type resort at least once a year. Last year had to be skipped because of the pandemic but now things were getting back to normal. This was a combination camping ground resort. Many of the visitors parked motor homes and campers. Some preferred to rent the available cabins.
The part Linda's company reserved was only a small portion of the overall resort. We had a main cabin where the kitchen and main dining /meeting area was located surrounded by six smaller cabins where we slept. The hot tub in our main cabin was fired up and ran constantly. We had enough booze to keep a group double our size on their asses for a week. In other words we were set to relax, enjoy each other's company and have fun. Linda and I had come each year and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. It was certainly worth the two and a half hour drive to get there.
We arrived Thursday evening, checked in and dropped our bags in our rooms. We all pitched in to unload the boss's truck. Coolers of food. Cases of various types of alcohol, mixers, blenders, We were set to party. Previous years, dinners were catered but breakfast and lunch was on us to prepare. We did not mind. David, the other paralegal's husband and I quickly set up the bar area.
David and I were friends and got along well. He worked as an automobile collision repair and painting specialist. I'd seen some of his work. He could take a crunched up car and restore it to look like new. He was also one of my own clients. I worked as a stock broker/ investment counselor. David was good at his job and between him and his wife's income had money to spare so they invested it with me. But I digress.
This weekend was supposed to be a fun time for all of us to relax and enjoy each other's company. Which basically we did. We sat around, drank, communed and had some very interesting discussions. I would not realize until much later just how significant some of those discussions would be. The first evening we set up before we retired for the night.
Friday we began our 'fun' time. We went out on a little excursion through the swamp, hearing stories about Cajun life. That was topped off with a very nice Cajun meal of boiled crawfish, etouffee, boudin, and jambalaya. Good food and lots to drink had us all exhausted by the time we returned to the resort.
Finally, we began to retire to our individual cabins for a good night's sleep. Linda had other ideas. She coyly suggested we make love and not so coyly stripped so fast I'm surprised she did not pop buttons off her clothes. I was all too ready to oblige. Again, the significance of this simple night of marital sex would not be important until much later. I had two weeks to remember, analyze and reflect on every detail of that fateful weekend.
Like a lot of our sex sessions, we made out for a few minutes before I dove down between her legs and got her off two or three times with my tongue while fingering her nipples. I was hoping the cabins were well insulated to suppress her loud hollering and screaming as she came. Then after she caught her breath she grinned and said, "My turn to rock your world. I almost came as soon as she latched her lips around my cock. She was like a lamprey on a shark. She paused for a second to tell me, "Let me know when you are close to coming!" I remember moaning that that would be in about a minute if she kept that up. Suddenly she turned loose. She flipped over to her side of the bed and bringing knees up to her chest ordered, "Quick, inside me. I want you to fill me up!"
I was happy to oblige. The few seconds it took her to get into place gave me time to take a few breaths myself. I managed to climb atop and start pumping. I'm not sure why but she orgasmed right away. I could tell because her pussy spasmed and milked my cock. "Son of a bitch!" I thought. "Linda is hot tonight." and then I emptied my balls into her. I kept pumping to savor the the sensations. When I opened my eyes she was grinning.
"Stay right where you are!" she ordered as she began to kiss me, trying to massage my tonsils with her tongue. Finally, I pulled out out and flopped over onto my back. "Round one!" she announced, with a giggle.
We had a second round several minutes later. A third began after she sucked me to get me hard and almost to the point of orgasm again. Then had me ejaculate inside her again. When we were finished she was giggling. "What was all that?" I asked out of breath. "Not that I am complaining."
"You complain and I will squeeze your balls to get your cum." she said. "I've decided the time is right to start trying for a baby. This was just practice. I know I won't get pregnant this soon. I'm not even close to ovulating." I was a very happy man when we finally rolled over to sleep after we made out and cuddled for a long time.
"Last night was really something!" I said with a grin when we woke up in the morning. "Let's go again. Are you planning to get pregnant today?"
She laughed as she started stroking my cock. "It took Sue a few months to get pregnant. It is way too soon for me. This is just getting us primed to go for it. She told me how she got Dave ready. Every other day to build up a good load." Then she stopped talking and climbed atop my erect penis and began to rock as I lay flat on my back enjoying the sensations.
Linda is thirty five as opposed to my forty. We had been married for the past fourteen years. We met when she was still a college student and got banged up in a fender bender. I was the emergency room nurse who took care of her minor injuries. I flirted and wound up with her phone number. We dated for a short time and then married. After a year she told me she wanted to be a paralegal. Of course I footed the bill for her schooling. Years later, I decided to change professions and she supported us as I turned my double degree in biology and nursing into a master's of business administration and I began to work in investments.
Shifting career fields like that might seem strange but I was already heavily involved in investment. My parents, now long deceased, had left me with a significant trust fund. I had professionals managing it for me but I caught the bug. Learning new things was no big deal so at thirty six I changed careers once again.
The only glitch in an other wise happy life was Linda and I never stopped to have kids. We both said we wanted to have a few someday. The problem was 'now' was never the right time. Linda had her career to develop. Then I started a new one. We frequently would stop, consider our circumstances and talk about having a baby soon. Linda's folks pushed us as well. Her younger sister already had two kids. Recently Linda had come around to decide the time was right. Her biological clock was counting down. She still had to work in an office on a daily basis and could not take time off for motherhood. but as she pointed out, I could.
With the recent pandemic, I had begun to work from home, only going to the office for paperwork and to meet an occasional client in person. I picked up some of the duties of house-husband simply because I was home. I had once said that as a nurse, I knew as much or more about taking care of a baby as any woman. The better nurses in pediatric care during my training were all male. She suggested I could stay home and be the baby's primary caretaker. I agreed. I really wanted a child or three. I had been a single child myself. When my parents died in a car crash, I was alone. I often regretted I had no siblings.
Now Linda and I were openly discussing the very real option of her getting pregnant. We made plans. We began to set money aside for our children's future a few years ago and the 'baby ' account was well funded. I was ready to start to actively work on getting my wife pregnant. According to her now she was also.
But starting later that Saturday morning, only hours after we had such hot uninhibited sex, we hit a roadblock. Not so much a block but a speed bump. She seemed to be spending more time with Gary than I thought she should. Something began to rub me raw. My 'spidey sense' was working overtime.
Gary was the associate lawyer in the firm. He was a nice guy for the most part. He presented himself well, but something told me he was trouble. I'd heard stories about how he was a 'pussy hound', one of those guys who had a different woman to date every couple weeks. He changed girlfriends more often than I changed shoes. The same girl would be around for a few weeks then gone only to be replaced quickly. Some of the girls were sweet, girl next door types, some the type you'd pay by the hour. He'd always been friendly to me and Linda but now he was being overly friendly.
He was totally trying to monopolize her time and what really got my goat was she was letting him. After the hottest night of sex we had had in weeks, I thought this was strange. I had no idea. When we sat to eat lunch, he sat to her left while I sat to her right. She spent more time talking to him than to me. I could hear some of the conversation and it seemed to be mostly about a recent case they had handled together but still.....
Every time I turned around he seemed to be there. I objected to Linda briefly once when she emerged from the bath room. "Nothing to it." she said. "We are friends and work together. I like him. Back off."
