During the course of my relapse of malaria Amy was a great help. Of course, neither she nor Mark would mention to me their little tryst and I was careful enough to observe that they seemed to avoid each other when they were around the house together. A part of me was happy to see my husband staying away from this young woman, but seeing them together had triggered something in me.
For some bizarre reason I'd enjoyed seeing my husband fucking this girl on my bed. A part of my mind was wondering why I'd done this and risked my marriage and my family to pursue a curiosity. Another part of my mind kept replaying their tryst over and over as if on DVD. In a way, it reminded me of the passion Mark and I had shared when we were first married.
When we'd married my body was trim, my breasts were pert and shapely, and my belly wasn't creased by four pregnancies worth of stretch marks. I'd even done a little modeling back in the day and a few of the better pictures hung around the house as if to remind me of my halcyon days. It was great fun when Mark and I had first started dating and he'd get jealous over the looks I'd get from other men. I loved his possessive side and I loved the fact that he loved me so much.
Our engagement was quite traditional and we planned a wonderful wedding for a year away from the day we announced our plans. There was to be a band and caterers and a photographer and three hundred of our very closest friends.
We decided to visit Mark's parents in Salt Lake City for Christmas and planned to leave my parents house early in the morning and get to SLC by midnight. This was back when the speed limit was still fifty-five so it was going to be an all-day drive. Things went great until we got to Winnemucca, Nevada. A snowstorm had come up and we were in no way equipped to handle it in my little Tercel.
After making calls to his parents and mine we were planning on spending the night in the car since we didn't have the money for a room. Dinner consisted of cheap hot dogs and soda at one of the casinos and, after dinner, I found a quarter in the ladies room and decided it had to be lucky. Without telling Mark, who hates gambling, I found a slot machine and dropped the quarter in it. I stared at the machine for a moment and whispered a prayer and pulled on the one-armed-bandit. It was fascinating as the little wheels spun around and slipped into place. As the lemons came up I thought that I'd wasted a quarter, after all, lemons can't be good, right? Four of them, it turns out, paid five bucks!
The slot attendant came over and paid me and told me to "play it off." I loaded the thing up with five quarters and pulled, expecting to lose the buck twenty-five. Nope. Four "Peppermill" logos came up and locked into place and then all hell broke loose. Bells went off and lights were flashing. I started crying thinking that I'd done something wrong and then I noticed the slot attendant smiling at me and people were slapping me on the back. My tears turned to joy when I found out that I'd won over five thousand dollars!
The casino 'comped' us a free room and after we put away our bags Mark and I had a great dinner in their restaurant. He got over being mad at me for gambling when I pointed out that we could give back the money and go sleep in the car. Gambling didn't seem so bad after I put it that way.
We got back to the room and found a magnum of champagne waiting and I couldn't help but pop the cork and have at it. Mark didn't care for the champagne so that left me having most of it to myself. And being polite, I couldn't waste it once it had been opened so I ended up quite bombed. Turns out that Mark thought I was cute when I was tipsy and we were soon on the bed making out. One thing led to another and we were grinding against each other in just our underwear.
Mark freed his cock from his boxers and I felt it poke at me. I reminded him that we were going to wait for the wedding night and we went back to grinding and kissing. He poked at me quite a bit but made no effort to get my panties off, being a good gentleman.
I remembered him getting seriously into the grinding and then he rolled off of me and went to the bathroom. Me, I slipped right on into a booze induced haze.
The next morning I awoke to a humoungous hangover and the crotch of my panties sticky and soaked through. Weird. A shower was in order and I got right into the hot water and cleaned up. The headache needed a big Motrin and breakfast and a lot of water and that all cleared away the cobwebs. Not long after that Mark and I were on the road again.
Christmas was great with his family. We even stayed for New Years and went skiing up at Park City. It was a really nice time.
The next month my period didn't show up on time and I gave it very little thought. Then my tummy got very sensitive and I was nauseous all the time. When my second period failed to show up I went to the doctor.
Yep, I was pregnant. I knew right off exactly what it was that had soaked my panties at the hotel and I called Mark. He married me at the court house the next day. It's always been funny for me to think that I was eight weeks pregnant when I lost my virginity on my wedding night!
Our marriage didn't start off with the whole 'newlywed' thing and I always felt that Mark had missed something. Really, our first ten years were filled with my pregnancies and then with newborns and toddlers and diapers and etc. We never had a chance to have the fabled newlywed sex life that is one of those great things about getting married in the first place! And now, at this point in my life, I wasn't all that interested in sex anyways.
But was that fair to Mark? Of course not. And that's where I made my mind up about Amy becoming Marks' outlet for his manly needs. The only problem was getting Amy to cooperate.
After their first tryst Amy had avoided Mark and she'd made a few efforts to just avoid my family altogether. I complicated things for her when her mom, Donna, told me about Amy's dad being laid off from the factory and the highly likely chance that they'd lose their house and have to file bankruptcy. They needed thirty-two thousand dollars to get out of their hole and then they'd be able to make it on Donna's salary at the school where she worked.
Mark and I are very humble about our financial status and no one other than our accountant knows that thirty-two thousand dollars is a small fraction of our holdings. Not long after we were married my father passed away and I inherited his modest estate. This was the late eighties and the whole tech thing was just beginning to bloom and a friend of mine approached me with a plan to provide capital for a small company in Sunnyvale with big dreams. It was a huge risk, but Pixar turned out to be a wonderful investment.
After talking to Mark I called up Donna and told her I needed to meet with her and Amy for a chat. We hooked up for a nice lunch and over salad I discussed having Amy move in with us to help with the house for a year in return for a cashiers check for thirty-two thousand dollars. Amy was resistant to the whole plan and since she couldn't offer an honest reason why she didn't want to live with us she gave in, saving her parents financial asses.
