Okay, you hooligans. Some of you wanted more and the rest said no more. Well okay. Since I can't please you, I'll please myself. Here is part 2 and part 3 will be Charlie's side. Maybe at the end of 3 you'll know who shot who. Heh. Thanks for voting and I appreciate your comments. Yes, even the anonymous ones. They are good for more than a few laughs.
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So. Here we are. Married over 30 years. I thought I knew everything there was to know about him. I'm Helen, he's Marty. No, Marty isn't short for Martin, his mother named him Mortimer for some god awful reason. We'd grown up together, well he did live about 5 or 6 blocks away, and he was a year older than me. We did have some of the same memories of junior and high school. We started dating after we were both in high school. Went to the prom together. Hah! I made him take me to all three Junior/Senior Proms. He was so sweet. Even though he had graduated, he took me to my Senior Prom.
A little about us, Marty's a couple of inches taller than me and I can still fit in some of my old clothes. Do me a favor and don't ask how old. I'm about 5'7" and a firm 128 lbs. After the kids came along, I lost the excess weight through work, but I managed to keep my new boob size. With my figure, a C cup is better than a B. Not that Marty noticed all that much. I have sensitive nipples and I like it when he plays with them, but he's not big on foreplay. Just wham, bam, and he's asleep.
Nurses do a lot of physical work. These days though, I goes out running in the mornings with Marty. I don't want him to acquire a spare tire or a beer belly. He says it is too hard to get underneath somebody's car. I don't want him dying on me at an early age. People have said we look like siblings with our brown hair and eyes.
Anyway, we did all the usual things for childhood sweethearts who got married right out of high school. I went to college in Batesburg to be a nurse while he worked in Dad's garage as a mechanic. Those were the days you didn't need a PhD and umpteen computers to fix a car, and he was darn good at it too. We didn't have that much of a social life. Mostly it was seeing old friends and going to the parent's houses for dinner and the like.
I made the drive back and forth every day to school. Moorgate to Batesburg was a 30 mile drive and Marty kept the car up so I wouldn't have any problems. Well, there were a few flat tires and a couple of dead batteries along the way, but nothing worth blowing a gasket over. I'm just glad we got through that one stretch where they were happening way too often. We laugh about it now, after the irritation, inconvenience and aggravation are gone. I had my school friends and Marty worked in the garage. After I graduated, we stayed in Moorgate while I went to work at the local hospital. Most of my college friends ended up in other places.
The only one who remained in Batesburg was Charlie.
Charlie is 6'7" and maybe 200 lbs. He has a wonderful sense of humor, is very intelligent (I told him to drop nursing and go to med school), and knows how to rephrase things so they make sense. He also has red hair, the deepest blue eyes, is extremely sensitive to sunlight, and has a bazillion freckles. He has freckles all over his body.
We met in a study group when I was in my next to last year. He joined us because he said he was having problems with the material. It soon became apparent that the material was no problem since he turned into a tutor for all of us. I noticed the looks, the touches, the under the breath comments and I felt very flattered. Of course, the other group members weren't stupid. Finally, after a month or so, Glenda made a point of staying after group one night and gave me a heart to heart talk. She pointed out that I had a good marriage, I was a decent person, he was a lowlife who liked to notch his belt, and so forth. I listened to her and was polite. I also let her warnings go in one ear and out the other.
Silly me. It was two weeks later when I let Charlie talk me into going to his apartment. It was some flimsy excuse about some study materials. I knew what it was, and I was excited that somebody noticed me besides my husband. As a matter of fact, I didn't think of Marty at all that evening. It was only about an hour or so, but the orgasms I had made it feel like ages. Charlie had a cock that was easily 9 inches long and was twice as thick as Marty's. I had never been so full and stretched in my life! Then I saw the time and hurried to clean up and get home. I got clean, but I didn't get home. I was about half way there when a tire blew out.
Luckily I was close to a farm house and the nice people let me call Marty. Marty changed the flat and followed me home. He never asked why I was so late. Charlie and I started seeing each other about twice a week instead of going to study group. Glenda noticed, but kept her mouth shut. I'm sure some of the others also noticed, but I didn't care. I got to have my huge cock and Charlie was still helping my studies. I hate to admit it, but sometimes I stayed too late and then I would have some kind of car trouble going on.
After we graduated, things slowed down a lot. But they never stopped. Sometimes he would come to me and sometimes I would drive over to see him. Luckily for me, I didn't have any car trouble. When I became pregnant, I called him at home and told him. I was pretty sure it was his baby. We decided to stop seeing each other for awhile.
While I was pregnant, Charlie met Brenda. They fell in love and they got married. He had her pregnant in the first six months. Denny is about eight months younger than David.
After about a year, Charlie called me at home and said we needed to talk. We agreed on a place and time where our spouses wouldn't know or suspect anything. Yep. Sex, sex, and more sex dominated that 'meeting'. We started right back where we left off and bang, I got pregnant again. About six months later, Brenda got pregnant with Janey. If hindsight is 20/20, yes, there were a lot of coincidences. It is really hard to see the forest for the trees if you are a tree.
As I said, our son David was born first and Darla came next. Yes, both kids have red hair, blue eyes and are really tall. I tried to convince Marty that it was from an uncle on my side of the family. Marty and I had a few intense discussions about hair and eye color and recessive genes. Eventually, we ended up in my parent's attic looking at old photographs. Can't tell much about hair color in black and white photos, but we did find a few pictures of him and we'd heard enough stories from my family about his red hair to settle the issue. I still got some strange looks from some of my family. Still do, as a matter of fact. Especially at family reunions. Thankfully, nobody ever broaches the subject and that is just fine with me.
After a while it didn't seem to matter any more. They were our kids and we loved them. I do think that those recessive genes have been a sore spot with Marty since they were born. But, even if he occasionally thought about it, he kept it to himself. It wasn't the elephant in the living room, but I'm certain it was a monkey hanging in the corner that just wouldn't go away.
Finally, the kids graduated from high school, one right after the other. They both graduated with honors and scholarships. We are so proud.
David's graduation was held outside at the football field. I know, you've been through that routine also. Marty and I sat together, but Darla saw some of her friends so she sat with them. I saw Charlie when he arrived towards the end of the ceremony. He had told me that it wasn't fair for him not to see David graduate. I didn't push too hard for him to stay away because I understood his feelings. I just hoped that he would get away before Marty got saw him. Whenever I felt Marty looking that direction, I tried to divert his attention towards somewhere else. I really hoped that he didn't suspect anything.
Finally, as we stood up to leave, Darla came up from somewhere behind me to join us. I saw Marty looking around again, but Darla and I kept moving with the crowd, so he decided to stay caught up with us. Thank goodness Charlie was long gone.
The following year it rained, so the graduation was held in the gym. This time David sat with us between Marty and me. Finally it was over and we stood up to leave. I'd been furtively glancing around during the ceremony and hadn't seen Charlie anywhere. I know how much seeing his kids meant to him, especially on such a big day as this one. I took Marty's arm to help me get down from the stands when I felt him tense up. I didn't even look that way. Instead, I was answering some question from David. It had to have been Charlie. That idiot!! I couldn't believe that he had stayed this long. What was I going to tell Marty? Thank goodness Marty didn't say anything at all. We just went home to celebrate Darla's graduation with our parents and some friends.
Now they're both enrolled in the same college I attended. They are both taking computer classes and are hoping to get IT jobs with some big company. David drove back and forth for the first year he was there as I had, but when Darla started school we found an apartment for them. They moved in together to save on expenses. They still come home for most weekends, though. I was really worried for a time that David and Darla would see Denny or Linda at the college. Charlie's kids decided to go to college there, also. Charlie told me what they were taking, but I didn't much care. They stayed at home, saving money for when they moved away. Knowing how small the school is, I'm really an idiot to believe that the kids wouldn't see each other. I was living in some kind of fool's paradise.
Over time, I had moved up through the ranks at the hospital. Now, I'm the nursing supervisor and spend most of my time shuffling papers. I also started volunteering at the local library on Thursday evenings and the town museum on Saturdays. Of course, I told Marty each Thursday evening and every Saturday. The library meeting was every other Thursday and the museum was supposed to be all day on Saturday. I did spend a lot of time there, but more often I was spending time with Charlie. But the truth was once a month for either of them. The garage was open Monday through Saturday, so I wasn't home anyway.
This particular Saturday, Charlie called me at home right after Marty left for work. He had to come to town for something and wanted to see me. He even offered to get us a hotel room. Hah! We'd been doing this every Saturday for months. I told him he ought to buy a condo in town since it would be cheaper than a hotel, and safer too. When I arrived, he was already sitting in his car waiting for me. We were holding hands and laughing when we left the parking lot and went into the lobby. It was really nice. Charlie had made the reservation, so he paid and got the room key. We went straight upstairs to the room. We tore our clothes off and hit the bed running.
Charlie was on top of me pounding away when the side of the room started to disintegrate. BAM! BAM! BAM! We were stunned, and I couldn't move at all. We just held still for a moment waiting to see what was going on. All of a sudden, the door came clear off it's hinges and broke the frame. And there was Marty in a pile on that door. He leaned back against the wall and put his shoe on. It occurred to me that he had knocked with his shoe. That explained the noise. Charlie rolled off me and pulled up a blanket to cover our nudity.
