The Agreement

The Agreement

Authors Note: Most of my works have been first drafts, hence their less than stellar qualities. Most have been based on real life, a couple on adaptations.

Now, I am setting out to write an actual story in full.

Don't know how it will turn out, as I only have the premise, but here goes.

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"I want to see other people."

The statement brought me up short. I looked over at my wife who lay in the bed beside me. We had just gotten done having sex, and we were both sweaty, breathing heavily. I know that my face played through a mix of several emotions, before my brain finally caught up and I was finally able to speak.

"Ok."

My answer was flippant, purposefully so. Since I was a teenager, I've had a philosophy:

If she doesn't prove she is yours at every turn? Then she was never yours to begin with.

She actually had the gall to get pissed. As my features had gone through a mix of emotions moments before, so too did hers.

"What the hell do you mean ok?" She spat.

"Exactly what I said. Ok. I agree." My answer came as smooth as butter, at least in spirit. In reality, my voice is like gravel running across a grate. It's a baritone, and it fits my 6'4" frame. I rolled over, and pressed the button graphic on my phone that would deactivate the smart light. There was silence before she spoke again.

"That's all you have to say?" Her question was spoken tentatively.

"Yeah. What else is there to say? I'm tired. We just got done fucking. I came, You came three times. There's no actual logical reason for you to want someone else, unless you already started the process." I had closed my eyes at this point, trying to go to sleep. Normally, I spooned her. Tonight? I didn't feel like it, for obvious reasons.

"No argument?" Now, she seemed more irritated, and there seemed to be a bit of fear in her voice.

"Nope. None needed. If you don't choose me all the time, then you were never mine to begin with." I shrugged against the bed, before continuing. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm trying to get to sleep. I have to work hard tomorrow."

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My name is Sean Long. I'm a computer programmer, specifically web based applications. Even more specifically, I was generally contracted by companies to create extremely customized inventory control and management software for small to medium businesses in niche or start up markets. I made a good living, and always had. However, my momma didn't raise a dummy, and when I got married, there was a prenup.

Ironically, to go with this computer programmer brain, I also had a linebacker build. 6'4, a solid 275 lbs. My cock was a bit above average at 7 inches, but it was what the girls call a 'stretcher'. Girthy. I was a giving partner in the sack. I love to get my woman off. Probably more so to do with my desire to be successful than affection. However, the results are the same.

Thirdly, I had been forced to develop a certain level of charisma. I'm a bit plain in looks, outside of my build, and the fact that I decided to go into business for myself meant I had to interface with customers on a constant basis. After my first few flubbed contracts, I revisited the potential clients and asked what went wrong. They told me all of the low points of our meeting: Stumbling over words, the use of spacer sounds, the faint scent of desperation. This was of course when they eventually contacted me later to obtain my services after they had initially rejected me.

Ironically, this was the same thing that happened with me in regards to girls in my earlier dating life. I was introverted, as I looked at everyone through the eyes of whether or not they were worth the time and effort to cultivate a friendship or relationship with. Yes, the classic overthink. However, more times than not, I'd wind up with some girl that I was in a relationship with at her prompting. There were a couple of times I didn't realize it until someone told me. I just smiled, nodded, and kept doing what I was doing. Which was knocking down the opposing team on the football field, while secretly nerding out in the computer lab after school.

Eventually, in both circumstances, I learned to go after what I wanted. In the case of women, it was a girl named Sarah. Red headed, large breasts, large yet tight ass, hips, and thighs. The slender waist and short stature at just under 5 feet only served to magnify her assets. So, one day at lunch, we were standing in line, with me behind her, and one of her friends she was talking to caught me looking at her butt.

"What are you doing Sean?" the friend asked.

"Admiring the view," I said without missing a beat.

All of the girls flushed red, and once we got through the line, Sarah wound up sitting at the table alongside me. We ate our lunch and talked, learning more about each other. I would have to say that being caught off guard had precipitated an out of body experience fueled by adrenaline, in much the same way that it happened on the football field for most players. Once done, I went through the rest of the day in relative silence, and even the majority of my time in the school's weight room.

I left the school at 5, and sitting on the hood of my car was Sarah. Of course, I offered her a ride home. When we got there, she invited me in, and I thought it was a moment to meet her parents. However, I was wrong. I was treated to the best sex that I could imagine, and went home. Then, for the next couple of weeks, the same thing happened every day, as both of her parents worked and didn't get home until 8.

Unfortunately for both of us, a couple of weeks later I found Sarah in a liplock with our quarterback, William. Now, until that point, me and William had no problems. It was my job to protect him, and we were from the same hood. We knew each other, and I knew he was a Ladies Man, so to speak. However, he knew me and Sarah were a thing, and she was all too happy to fuck around with him.

So, after I clocked him one and set him on his ass, I told Sarah to fuck off with whatever she was trying to explain. I stalked off with a full head of steam, and went directly to her nemesis, Kim. Where Sarah was pale with red hair and freckles, emerald green eyes and a figure that wouldn't quit, Kim was a red-boned girl with an even tighter waist and thicker assets. The two girls were engaged in a cold war of popularity, being polite to each other publicly, while cutting each other down in whisper campaigns.

Unfortunately for William, he chose the wrong week to shit in my kitchen. The homecoming game was the following weekend, and while we won, I allowed him to get sacked no less than 5 times. It was the relief quarterback that took us to the win after William was carted off the field. I knew how the opposing team played, and the line responded to my cues, not his. Of course, the coach was pissed at the end of the game, as was William's parents and Sarah. Her date to the Homecoming Dance would be in the hospital for the night. Sarah was so pissed, she actually stormed the field after the game.

"You asshole!" she screeched at me. "You just had to punish him, didn't you?"

I was as shocked as the rest of the crowd surrounding us when Kim came out of nowhere with a right cross that set Sarah on her ass. After a few seconds she started crying, and Kim took my hand to lead me off the field toward the locker room. She shoved me into the shower so that I could get cleaned up, and steam ironed my suit so that it looked presentable. Of course she had locked the door to the locker room, so I took full advantage of the situation, taking her once as a form of victory lap. Once done, she slapped me and grumbled about having to redo her hair.

Regardless, she was happy and I was happy, her moreso than me. This was due to the fact that the two girls had been running neck in neck popularity wise, but the fact that William was laid out, meant I was the better man. Our school was one of those that allows for last minute voting at the Homecoming Dance, and myself and Kim cut a dashing couple. We were awarded King and Queen, while one third of the Queen's Court had to find a proxy for the King and Queen's Dance. Needless to say, Sarah was salty at being the runner up.

Me and Kim lasted for the rest of the year, until she got accepted into some University for business administration or something of the like, while I decided to remain local and focus on my secret nerd activities, namely programming. She moved away, and though the parting was tearful and filled with promises, we fell out of contact over time.

It was years until I took a woman seriously. Kim had been vengeance. She knew it. I knew it. Everyone else knew it. The fact that we eventually did come to love each other was just a bonus. Unfortunately, it made everyone else jealous. None of us at the school were rich, nor had rich parents. There were kids with better cars than mine, but mine looked the best. A black Monte Carlo SS with a spoiler, burgundy wine and cherry wood interior, silver spoke Dayton rims by choice.

The car was a decade old, but it had been restored and customized by the auto shop guys for a thousand dollars. For their efforts, the group that did it got to paint their name along the pinstripes on the side, two to each door. It was Kim's chariot, and she loved sitting in it. As soon as she got in, she'd kick her shoes off, and shove her feet into the shag carpet floor mats. Sarah was green with envy, as was William. He came to me after working through his recovery, and told me he had gone after Sarah to get Kim jealous so that he could get her. The fact that I had gone after and got her put paid to him and Sarah.

We all wound up graduating that year, and I went off to college. Sarah and William disappeared into my rear view for the most part. He wound up becoming a semi-pro ball player. Sarah? Well, she wound up running into me a couple of years later at a club. We naturally gravitated toward each other. It started with alcohol and dancing, and wound up with her ankles on my shoulders and me pounding into her cunt at a punishing frenzy. When I woke up the next afternoon, she was gone. I went on my way without a second thought, continuing to build my swiftly growing IT business, which provided custom programs, web pages, and hardware setup.

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15 years down the road, I ran into Sarah again. She was 37, and a bit on the chunky side, though she still had a good shape to her. Me? I had definitely put on weight. I was no athlete. I'd dedicated my life to technology, and as such, didn't really need to work out. I had been engaged twice to no end, with each of the women's behaviors putting me off of marrying them.

The first was at 19. She was a certified slut, though it was only for other girls. Never a guy. She'd drag these women into our bed, and we'd have nights of wanton lust using them up. Then, a couple of days later she'd explode, saying I forced it. It was most likely her trying to justify her desires against her upbringing. I eventually got tired of it, and left her behind after telling her to seek therapy.

The second was when I was 29. I fell in love with a woman who was separated from her cheating husband. However, their situation had started with the two getting married to legitimize a rape-baby she had been forced to have. Add to this a mother that had broken from reality when she was only 8... well, she was just a bag of issues that wound up going nowhere once the bloom was off the rose and the facts started surfacing.

However, I was now 38. I had settled into the life of a bachelor, and enjoyed the benefits of not being tied to anyone, or having my neck in the noose of potentially losing everything in a divorce day in and day out. However, I was also mature to not hold onto things that were perpetrated by a hormone laden prefrontal cortex. So as we stood there, I gave her a nod.

"How's it goin' Sarah? Been a while." We were busy staring at each other, taking it all in.

"Yeah. You look good Sean. Even with the spare tire." She gave a crooked half smile.

"Yeah. I rock a pony keg rather than a 6 pack. It keeps the party going all night, if you remember." She flushed at that. "You don't look half bad yourself, mom bod and all." I gave her a grin.

"Yeah. Working and taking care of kids doesn't give me much time to get to the gym." She said, her voice having a strange quality to it.

"I hear ya. Working at a desk all day doesn't give me much of a chance to be up and active. End of the day, I'm so mentally exhausted I can't even think straight." I looked at her hand, and saw she wasn't wearing a ring. "You said you had kids. You divorced?"

"No." She shook her head. "Never got married. You?"

"Nope. Engaged a couple of times, never worked out."

Just then, we were joined by two teenagers. One was a girl who looked to be on the cusp of adulthood, and the other was a boy that looked like he could have been my twin if we had gone to high school together.

"Beth? John? This is Sean. We went to school together." Sarah introduced us.

I looked both of them over, before giving a nod to each and a hello. Upon closer inspection, Beth looked to be a stunner. She looked like Sarah had, but I could spot William's features in her. She was easily beautiful, and memories of Sarah and me having sex rose unbidden in my mind. However, I maintained the mask, looking John over next. Height, hair color, eyes, face shape? It all looked like a blend of myself and Sarah. I pulled a card out of my pocket, and handed it over to her.

"Call me later. Few things I wanna talk to you about." I gave her a non-smile. "Gotta get going. Y'all have a nice day, and be safe." I nearly forgot my cart as I walked away from them. I cut my shopping time even shorter than normal, just so I could get out of there.

The entire way home, I thought things through about the trio, and did the math. The girl was definitely William's. The boy? Potentially my son. That night, and the couple of nights following, I didn't get much sleep. At work, I wasn't as efficient as I normally was, being distracted by the thoughts of potentially having a son. I kicked myself more than once for not asking for Sarah's number instead, as she didn't call my phone. I went through the work week like this.

Friday night, I went out, and got hammered at the local watering hole. I remember getting a phone call, getting my dick sucked in the front seat of my car, and when I woke up, I was laying naked in bed next to none other than Sarah. I exhaled, extricated myself from her, and got up to take a piss. Once I got back to bed, she was awake, looking at me through scrunched, blurry eyes.

"You know", she croaked out through her dry mouth, "you're not a light man. You aren't allowed to get that drunk again."

I got back into bed and grunted at her.

"You owe me 40 bucks. It's what it cost to have me get two dudes to carry your drunk ass in here and up the steps." She moved closer to me, and cuddled up. I grunted again at her, unable to speak. However, this grunt was less fuck off, and more ok. We eventually fell back asleep.