I was seated on my favorite stool in the bar at the Marriot. I saw him coming as he entered the bar with blood in his eye. He saw me and headed right toward me. He was obviously pissed.
A fleeting thought probably the blond from last night's husband. I said," shit," as I stood up taking two quick steps toward him I strait armed him with an open palm to his fore head, I am six three two hundred twenty eight pounds, his head stopped his body kept moving and he fell on his ass.
He scrambled to his feet grabbed the front of my shirt and twisted.
I reached over his hand grasped the little finger side of his hand holding it to my chest I bowed like I was meeting an Asian dignitary. He went down again this time landing on his nose. Enough is enough I still had his hand I dropped a knee onto his back and bought his arm up behind him twisting the wrist and putting enough pressure on his shoulder so he knew struggling would only break something.
I whispered," I don't want to hurt you and I don't want to get hurt. This physical stuff has gone far enough. Why don't we go to a booth and I'll buy you a beer and we can figure out why what happened happened?"
I let him go and walked over to a booth in the back held up two fingers for Tony the bartender and sat down.
He walked over to the bar for a napkin his nose was bleeding and came over to the booth sat, put his elbows on the table, hung his head in his hands and said," I know what happened you fucked my wife last night."
I said," I'm Bill."
He replied," I'm Frank."
"Then you must be Kim's husband," I replied. "I'm sure you know there is more to it than that. She came in here mad as hell looking for someone if it hadn't been me it would have been someone else. "
"Actually you are lucky it was me if it was someone else you probably would have kicked their ass and you would be on your way to jail now."
"Plus Kim is a very beautiful girl and someone else might not have given her back in the same shape he got her in."
"If you want to get mad at someone it should be Kim but I'm not sure that's true either, she was awfully mad about something and from the method she chose to get even I think it was something you did and I don't think Kim would do what she did without a lot of provocation."
"I think you should give some serious thought to what you did that pushed her that far beyond the kind of girl I think she is."
"I can empathize with you the reason I am in this bar three or four nights a week is, because if I wasn't I would never get laid."
"My situation was similar to yours I was I thought happily married but my wife thought she could do much better and I learned she was trying to upgrade in someone else's bed. I kicked her to the curb not that I had much choice."
"I think from your attitude you don't want to kick Kim to the curb and frankly I think she is a keeper but, you had better find out why she is so mad and fix it or like me you won't have a choice."
He said," I know why she is mad but, I didn't do what she thinks I did. I took two girls out to lunch that I work with she thinks I had sex with them. I didn't but I am guilty because I was trying too but, they shot me down. I tried to tell her nothing happened but she knows me too well and she feels the guilt and thinks I am lying."
"Well Frank, You had better figure something out or she'll either kick you to the curb or continue to try and even things up. Frankly I'll still be here and Kim is a great fuck even when she is angry and trying to fuck my dick off. I won't say no and even if I did she'd just move down the bar to the next guy. Why don't you just be honest and tell her you're sorry and that you were trying to get laid but they both shot you down."
"I already told her nothing happened."
"No Frank you must first tell her you're sorry for trying to cheat on her and then tell her they shot you down, Not just that nothing happened."
As Frank left on his mission I thought back to the night before. Kim's five foot four, thirty four twenty four thirty six, one hundred twenty pound body; her creamy perfect skin soft and smooth, the athleticism of her body and the confidence in the way she used it, her flat belly and firm rounded ass, the rapid response of her nipples and pussy to her arousal and mostly the enthusiasm with which she used what God and an obvious physical regimen had given her.
The taste of her nipples and pussy and the shock that went through her body every time my tongue stroked her clit I could almost feel myself. The feel of her legs digging into the backs of my legs as her pelvis churned to accept my prick into the warm slick depths of her being were imbedded into my very soul.
God she was a great fuck. Why did I have to play Doctor Phil?
You can imagine my surprise when two days later she walked into the bar and straight up to me.
"Didn't Frank explain, "I asked?
"Yes he did, as he has one too many times," she went on, "I appreciate your trying to help us out." "I just don't want to have to worry every time he goes somewhere if he is hitting on another girl."
"I thought he was pretty contrite when he left here." I went on," I really don't want to be a home wrecker. It happened to me and I wouldn't wish it on anyone."
"It was already too late I have filed and moved in with my sister. I like you and I have already sampled the goods, so to speak and I'd like to explore the possibilities."
"I've been burnt. So, I am afraid of the fire and I imagine so are you. That being said, that kind of exploration will take a lot of conversation, discovery and soul searching. I don't want to do that in a bar. How about we do it at my place?"
She said," sounds like a plan."
I got my car out of hock from the parking garage and after getting it on the freeway and headed toward home.
She asked," what kind of car is this it's very comfortable?"
"Oh, this old thing," I wasn't lying my 1998 Lincoln Continental was fourteen years old," It's an old Lincoln Continental and I love it wouldn't trade it for anything."
She asked", why is it so special?"
I punched it and the air intake screamed trying to get enough air to the cylinders to feed its four hundred and five cubic inches while the real fuel injectors pumped prodigious amounts of high test into two valves in each cylinder only to burned and pumped out of two more valves in each cylinder. That's right thirty two valves for you non believers.
It took a few seconds of her punching an imaginary brake to reach one hundred miles per hour and I let off the throttle.
"That's why I love this car. It's the longest lasting relationship in my life almost fourteen years."
"Well it's very comfortable and the ride is smooth even if a little scary."
"I knew you were putting dents in my floorboards but, you did ask why it was so special. So I thought I'd let her speak for herself."