This is a fictional story and the people involved bear no resemblances to anyone living or dead.
All characters having sex in this story are 18 years of age or older.
This story does have violence so if that offends you, please return to another story. There are many other good stories to choose from in Loving Wives. I want to express my appreciation to baggyuk and NorthenHunter for their advice and editing.
GRAVE DIGGER
There she was, his wife, reclining naked on the couch. She had a smile on her face that could also be construed as a smirk. Her blue eyes were on him and only him, face unchanging. She was laying on her side with her right arm draped over her side and hip. Her full breasts were firm (thanks to silicone implants) hiding the fact that she had breast fed two children. A tanned and toned right leg partially hid her shaved pubic area.
A bottle of Spanish Cava Barcino was laying on its side; uncorked and empty. She was holding an empty champagne glass with a second empty glass on the floor. He wondered who she was having a champagne party with that evening.
Then he heard the gasps and whispers of the eighty people in the gallery as they recognized who was in the portrait. They were mostly patrons and associates of hers. People she knew well and now they knew even more about her. The whisperers turned to soft clapping as the group enjoyed their first view of the Spanish artist Rolando Ramirez's painting of Carol Digger nude.
Carol has been the City Art's Executive Director for the past 6 years and was the founder of the Traveling Artists Program where semi-famous but popular artists from around the world spend a year in her city working with the Art's Commission. It had been very successful and Rolando's year will be over in a few days. This night's black-tie gala was to display the works of many people in the community and Rolando's painting was the grand finale. This is not what Gabriel was expecting.
Carol Diggins has been Gabriel's wife for almost 20 years. It was his impression that no one other than himself and her gynecologist have seen her nude during that time.
Gabriel (Gabe for short) Digger's family had been in this city for over 75 years. His grandfather was a laborer for a dirt moving company, leveling out the hills to make a sound foundation for the thousands of homes that will come later. His father started an earth moving company using bull dozers and road graders.
His father was very successful but was also a no-nonsense, hard-working family man that cared for his wife and 5 kids. Gabe was the eldest and was the first to go to work for his father at 12 years old. An important task was one of the first jobs that his grandfather did when he arrived here. A job that still needed to be done to this date and would always be needed, grave digging. His grandfather dug them by hand and his dad used a backhoe.
Young Gabe's job was to jump down into a freshly dug grave after the backhoe did its job and square up all the hole's edges. That way the coffin could be lowered gracefully and rested level on the bottom. This was fun at first for him to work for his father, then it became something he dreaded but he valued the experience while in high school.
His parents' Scandinavian genetics plus hard physical work created a lean strong football player for one of the cities high schools. Gabe used every shovel full of dirt to improve his strength and flexibility, conscious of form and development of muscles. The end result was a junior in high school that was 6'4" and weighed 225 with speed and agility. The coach played him as linebacker, as he could accelerate into a developing hole and crush the small running back just as he got to the line of scrimmage.
It was during a scrimmage with his team mates that he was awarded the nick name of "Grave Digger" because of the way he picked the running backs up and viciously slammed them onto the ground. On the football field he was very aggressive but passive in the rest of his life.
Gabriel was an average boy and benefitted from his home lifestyle of reading and discussions with adults. His father had expended a huge sum of money to buy his children an encyclopedia. This large series of books was the evening's entertainment if there was no home work. Gabe was fascinated by pictures of the great artists. His brothers would rather look at the National Geographic for the occasional Aboriginal bare breast. His sisters were always giddy the week that the new Reader Digest made its way to the mailbox.
The home television was only used to see local news and weather. That time was expanded to include the local sports program that usually had an ESPN like video of Gabe's vicious hits on the football field.
He was a quiet guy, not shy, it's just he didn't have a lot to say. He was not afraid to be around other people and was attentive to their conversations. His mother was afraid his lack of conversation was shyness and made sure that he attended his senior prom. They made a deal; he would agree to go to prom but did not have to ask a girl for a date. He had lots of fun and danced with a number of different girls. The girls in his class thought he was "sweet" and a "nice guy" and would have gone out with him if he would have asked.
Gabe received an athletic scholarship to a four-year college two hours away from his home. His nickname followed him to his new school and he was soon considered a fan favorite when he blasted a running back trying to evade him. Unlike his teammates, he was in college to gain enough knowledge to make a good life for himself. He enjoyed working at the business his grandfather started and majored in business.
Late in the football season in his senior year we went into a bar that was a student hang out with some teammates. While he was chatting with his buddies her heard a woman say "Stop that! Leave me alone!"
It was not uncommon for couples to argue after a few beers but this sounded more like she was in distress. He turned and saw three guys surrounding a pretty girl, talking to her and pulling at her clothes. She kept slapping their hands and was having a hard time covering her large boobs from being mauled. Being the nice guy he was, he went to her rescue. As he inserted his large frame between the three jerks and the pretty girl he said "Guys, I think you need to leave her alone".
That brought the normal response from a jerk of "Fuck off fat boy, this is none of your business."
That was, until one of the other jerks said "Oh Shit, It's Grave Digger. I'm sorry Digger, we were just teasing. We'll go now." He turned and started pushing his drunken buddies back.
One of the jerks said "Fuck off" and turned like he was leaving. From the way he turned, Gabe knew this chicken shit was going to try to sucker punch him. So, he subtly changed his footing to counter his swing. Sure enough, the dummy swung at Gabe's face with his right hand. His fist was caught midair by Gabe's big left paw. His open right hand swung around and slapped him in the face. His body did a full 360-degree pirouette and fell to the floor. His eyes were glazed over and all he could mumble was "What the fuck was that?"
The crowd howled with laughter at this fool. They knew that if Grave Digger would have used his fist, he would be either dead or have a broken jaw. His friends picked the punk up and dragged him out to the laughter and jeers of the students.
Gabe turned to the pretty brown-haired girl and said "Are you ok?"
She replied "Yes, thank you so much."
He could tell she was still upset and said "Come sit with me in this booth until they go away." He did not want to imply that she was still scared or afraid.
