Thank you to LadyCibelle and Techsan for their editing of my stories. I respect these two editors. With their help, my stories are a much better read.
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Chapter 1
What can I say? I had a lack of judgment moment and got married. Hell, here I was a forty-five year old man married to a twenty-two year old woman. What the hell was I thinking? Most people would probably be saying I was thinking with my dick, but that's not really true, even though it came into play. (Pun intended)
I am wealthy and by some standards rich, but most people don't know how much I'm really worth. I was a high school dropout who eventually got a GED. My mom and dad divorced at an early age. I have one brother and two sisters. Dad left us with nothing. Mom was a waitress and tried as hard as possible to give us a decent life. We rented an older home outside of town that was fairly run down. I felt so sorry for mom, coming home every night praying that things would get better. I decided right then and there to help her out. I did sell newspapers and work in the local grocery store to help mom out, but it wasn't enough.
I quit school in my senior year. Mom argued with me but she knew I was also doing it to help out the family. I was eighteen at the time and got a job in a trucking warehouse. I was really a smart kid when I applied myself. I helped load trucks ten hours a day and was making a pretty decent wage. Between mom and me there was enough money to live a fairly normal life. My brother and sisters may have not been the best dressed but their clothes were neat and clean. Mom was a hell of a thrifty shopper.
Things began to get better for us. I was working at the warehouse learning all I could about trucks and warehousing. One day I decided to take a course in truck driving. After I earned my CDL license, the money was even better. I became a truck driver and whenever I wasn't on the road I helped load. I was making really good money. I started putting half my check in a savings account and gave mom the other half.
My younger brother earned a full ride scholarship at a local college playing football. My sisters, who were still teenagers, were twins and always dressed alike. I felt like their dad even though I was only a few years older. Life went on and eventually my sisters got married and started their own families. My brother got a business degree and was managing a local business. As for me, I started buying trucks. Here I was a twenty-five year old dropout with a fleet of twelve trucks. Granted, I owed on them but I had drivers who made me money. I bought more trucks and eventually I had a terminal of my own. I was known as the truckmiester. What most people didn't know is that I became partners in other businesses throughout the years. In many of them, I owned fifty percent of the stock. I didn't have to own the businesses, yet pretty much had control of them. I was a silent partner so to speak, but when I spoke people listened.
When I turned thirty, I decided to go get the GED. When I got it, my sisters threw me a big party. Different aunts, uncles, and cousins attended. I often wondered where they were when mom needed them, but now that we were financially stable, here they were. Now, I was just glad to have family around. I wasn't a big grudge carrier; I loved my family and I knew they cared for me.
After we all left the fold, mom got remarried to a nice gentleman. He worked in one of my businesses but didn't know I was the majority stockholder. In fact all my relatives work in plants, offices, and terminals that I had a big investment in. I was going to make sure that members of my family didn't get laid off.
I didn't flaunt my holdings but people knew I owned the terminal and some of the trucks. I started letting my drivers buy the trucks if they chose; less upkeep for me. Well, I think you get the monetary picture here.
Now for my sex life. It was a good one. I was banging the school girls since I was eighteen. Once I started working, I dated a number of the local girls. I wasn't going to get married. It just wasn't for me. It's like I already raised a family, my brothers and sister. I was happy with my life and could find a woman pretty much any time. My dilemma was always, did they want me for me, or for the financial rewards? If I was just dating them, it didn't make a whole lot of difference.
My sisters were always worried about me. They knew I dated but thought I should settle down. Every time I would turn around they were finding dates for me. I did go out with a number of women that I felt close to. Marrying them just wasn't in the picture.
I kept in pretty good shape. I worked out regularly at the gym. I wasn't muscle bound or anything like that but my muscles were firm for a guy my age. I liked to watch the women exercise; their tight butts and sports bras where enough to give me a hard-on. I fucked more than one woman at the gym. I fucked them in the sauna, in the pool, the showers and even in the spas. Good thing these places had powerful filtering systems.
I have been with more women than I care to count. If I found out they were married I stayed away from them. I have fucked a number of married women but I didn't know they were married at the time. I had nothing to do with them after that. I did believe in monogamy for the married person. Maybe that's why I never married before.
About a year and a half ago I came across this teeny bopper of a woman. She worked at one of the businesses that I had an interest in; of course she didn't know it. We met at one of the many Christmas parties I attended. Needless to say I took her home to her trailer and fucked her senseless. I loved sitting in a big comfortable chair and, while holding on to her tight little ass, watching her pussy bob up and down on my prick. As I came, I watched my juices coming out of her and onto my cock and balls. It was weird, this little minx did everything I asked and loved it. I even told her I wanted her ass and she smiled and told me, "anytime."
I didn't fuck her in the ass then, but I did eventually. I do have to say she gave the best head of any female I was ever with. She was able to get my whole cock down her throat without gagging. I still don't know how she did it.
I rarely used condoms; they just weren't for me. If I thought a pussy looked nasty, I didn't fuck it. Maybe I was just lucky. I did ask Shelby - that was her name - if she was on the pill. She told me she was, so I just fucked her silly. This went on for about three months. We fucked and did all the other dirty deeds about twice a week.
One day after Shelby and I had a rousing round of sex she told me she was pregnant. I asked her how that could happen if she was on the pill. She told me she figured she missed a couple of days and got pregnant. She asked me what she should do. She wanted to keep the baby. I just told her we would get married. She was elated and fucked me again.
I couldn't believe I said it. I really didn't love her but she was great in bed and now pregnant with my child. So here I was a forty-four year old man at the time, marrying a twenty-one year old minx. I had a pre-nuptial agreement drawn up, and had her sign it. We also agreed she wouldn't take my name. It was too well known. I preferred she just keep hers. She had no problem with that, which seemed a bit odd. We flew to Las Vegas and got married. I guess you could call it a honeymoon since we spent a week there. When we got back and my sisters found out, they were pissed at me.
"Christ, Randy, she's about the same age as some of our kids," my sister Barb said.
"Look, you wanted me married and I got married. Now you're mad she isn't older. She's twenty-one and your kids are just teenagers," I replied.
"You're our big brother and have always been so sensible. We wanted you to marry someone..."
"Older, with lots of wrinkles," I answered.
