Birthday girl gets gift of a lifetime
I rarely get messages on my social page or whatever it's called. I only have one because my secretary, Cheryl, who, by the way is also my former girlfriend (but that's another story) told me I should have one. I normally don't interact well with people and she thought having a social page might help me. Not interacting well with people is not a good thing, especially if you have to deal with them every day in your business. And I do. I'm an architect. My office consists of Cheryl and me.
So there it was. The message. I read it:
"If you are the same Patrick Murphy, who lived in Central Pennsylvania several years ago and were involved in community theatre I would like to talk to you. Please message me with a phone number where you can be reached or you can call me at this number. Richard Adams." And he had included his phone number.
Richard Adams was the husband of a woman I had an almost four year affair with. It started ten years ago and ended when I moved south.
I re-read the message several times. Then walked out to Cheryl's desk. She and I had been 'an item' for several years but had broken up and I moved south. She eventually followed me.
"Do you remember Diedra Adams?"
"Of course I do. I still owe her an apology for not shooting your sorry ass for fucking up her life." She said with a grin.
"Very funny, Miss Wicked Witch of the South. I just received a message from her husband."
"No shit? What did he want?"
"He wants to talk to me."
"That can't be good. Why after all these years?"
"Don't know."
"Are you going to talk to him?"
"Don't know."
Just then the phone rang.
"Keep me informed." She said as she reached to answer it.
Back in my office I sat and looked out my window at the Gulf of Mexico. And remembered.
I had received a visit in my office by three members of the Board of Directors of a community theatre group. They wanted to remodel their theatre. I took the job. While working with them on the remodel, I got interested in what they did. Cheryl and I even started going to their plays. I enjoyed it and was eventually talked into getting onstage myself. Now, as I have already mentioned, I generally 'don't play well with others' so both Cheryl and I were surprised at this turn of events. I found that theatre people are different. At least that's what I told myself. I started getting bigger and better roles in the plays. Not because of my acting ability I'm sure. More likely due to the fact that I ended up donating my time and efforts to the remodeling project.
Diedra Adams was a member of their board and was one of the three who first met with me in my office. We worked together on the project, but that was all. There was, as far as I could tell, no attraction between us. We had meetings several times at her house and I knew Richard.
About a year after the remodeling was completed she and I were involved in the same play. I was in the cast and she was the stage manager. The stage manager in any production is a very important part of it. In the absence of the director he/she is basically in charge.
One night after rehearsal several members of the cast decided to go have a drink...or two...or six. We had been at the bar for a while when Diedra said that she needed to talk to me so we went outside.
She took a deep breath. "I am a very happily married woman who has never done anything like this before but I love sex and will do anything except girls and anal and have thought a lot about it and I want to fuck your brains out. Whew! I never thought I could get all of that out in one breath."
"Uh. Well. I...uh. I don't know what to say."
"Just say you want to fuck me, too."
"Uh. Well. I...uh...as nice as that thought is I'm not sure..."
"Look, I have a key to the theatre. Let's go back there and see what happens."
"Uh, sure. I guess we can talk about it."
Now you have to understand that I was not above getting a little pussy on the side. As a matter of fact Cheryl and I had an agreement that if the occasion ever presented itself we were both free to indulge ourselves. Neither of us ever actively looked outside the relationship for sex, but we rarely turned it down. Our basic agreement was that unless and until we were married we were free to fuck around.
Diedra was not the type of person that I would expect to screw around outside of marriage. She was very pretty with a perfect body but two minutes after she unlocked the theatre door my pants were down around my ankles and my soft dick was in her mouth. Needless to say it didn't stay soft long. She loved to suck cock and it showed. She didn't just suck it; she licked it, caressed it, adored it and made love to it. You've heard the expression 'bad girls suck, but good girls swallow'. She was a good girl. A very good girl!!
We left the theatre at four the next morning. She had done what she wanted. She had absolutely fucked my brains out. The only thing I knew for sure was that I wanted more of that pussy and that mouth. A lot more.
Cheryl knew I was fucking someone but not who. They knew each other from the theatre of course and had become friends. Good friends. The two of them spent quality time together and Cheryl and I had gone to dinner with Diedra and Richard several times.
About three and a half years into the affair Diedra called me and told me that she had told Richard about us.
"Are you crazy? Why would you do that?"
"We were drinking pretty heavily last night and I told him about my fantasy of having a threesome. I had mentioned it a few times before and he always said that he wasn't sharing me with anybody. I told him that he had been sharing me for over three years. Then the shit really hit the fan. He stormed out of the house and I haven't seen him since."
"Holy fuck. Does he own a gun?"
"No way. He's a pacifist. He will be okay in a couple of days."
"How do you know that?? Exactly how many times have you done this?"
"How many times have I done this? Fuck you asshole. I told you when we started that I had never done anything like this. You bastard!! Fuck you!!" The phone went dead.
Not knowing what Diedra would do now, I decided I had better tell Cheryl. When she got home that night I did just that. She was pissed. I mean world class pissed. But not at the affair. She thought I had treated Diedra badly by asking how many times she had had affairs. She called me a worthless lousy cocksucker and stormed out of the house. She had never reacted that way to anything I had ever said or done.
What the hell just happened? My girlfriend had just walked out because she thought I mistreated my mistress? You can't make this shit up! She came back the next day and packed while I was at work. She left a note telling me what a thoughtless piece of lowlife I was and that I didn't deserve either her or Diedra.
I neither saw nor heard from Diedra or Cheryl for two weeks even after repeated attempts. Fuck this! I decided to move south.
I turned my office over to the other architect and told him we would make arrangements for him to buy it at some date to be determined. He was a happy camper when I left. I loaded the few things I felt I needed into the trailer I had hitched to my pickup truck and headed south. I hadn't driven 500 miles when my phone rang. It was Cheryl.
"I went home and most of your stuff is gone."
"That's what usually happens when somebody leaves as you well know because that's what you did."
"I'm sorry I did that. Where are you and when are you coming home?"
"I'm on Interstate 85 headed south and I'm looking for my home. The one I had in Pennsylvania doesn't exist anymore." I ended the call.
Fast forward to the day almost six years later when I received the message from Richard Adams. Lots had happened in that time. Cheryl and I had reconciled and she had moved south to be with me. Then we split up again. This happened two more times before she met and eventually married a really nice and very lucky guy.
There I was sitting in my office thinking about the message. To respond or not respond. Fuck it! I dialed his number.
