Authors note: Again thanks for the accolades and the constructive criticisms.
In American folklore recurring references are made to the 'Good Hearted Woman' married to a "Good Timing Man." This story is a another depicting the Opposite Scenario that is just as widespread but rarely talked about. A "Good Timing Woman" married to a decent hardworking man whose concerns are his wife and the family is the theme of this story. Hope you enjoy.
Douglas Harmon was a detail oriented, engineering type whose work required making precise measurements in customers' plants with laser instruments where a single error could threaten bankruptcy for his employer because so much labor and materials will have been required to craft custom manufactured machinery. Tall, fit, perfectly straight dazzling white teeth, fashionably dressed, with the perfect shade of a 5-O'Clock shadow always on his face, Doug has also been a handsomely paid fashion model since beginning college. He was accustomed to ladies milling around him hoping to be noticed. It goes without saying that he fucked many coeds and wives in school and later. Two years out of college he met his wife during a fashion shoot they both were employed on. After they began dating Doug fell madly and almost irreversibly in love with her. So Doug chose to leave the fashionable life behind when he reluctantly married his Significant Other - reluctant because he was not sure she had left the same life behind as completely as had he. But he was mostly calm nowadays, though, as he spent many hours weekly in their home assembling model planes, ships, and guns in a dedicated room in the basement called his 'Toy Room.' His love for his wife continued to escalate but Doug was never quite sure he heard 'forever' in their intimate conversations. He reluctantly accepted that she didn't love him nearly as much as he did her, but was at first supremely confident that her love for him would grow, only to find that his confidence diminished over time.
Mrs. Jeanette Harmon worked full-time as a star cosmetics retail salesperson in a local upscale department store and as the position would require her beauty was legendary around the store. She also was a fashion model possessing all the feminine traits that successful people in that world possess. And she, too, was accustomed to fashionably dressed men milling around in her environment aching to enjoy her body. In youth she selected lovers at her whim, and after she got married, she found it impossible to stop. In 12 years of marriage Lover number 7 was her current Beau.
On days she came to the health club, she had previously dropped her 10 year old son, Marcus, off at school. She would then work from noon to 9:30 P.M at the department store and drive home. (Her husband picked their son Marcus up from school, and then fed and put him to bed nightly.) The period after workouts gave Jeannette about two hours to chat with her best friend, Bill, in the juice bar and afterwards prepare for her day's work in the ladies locker room of the health club.
William Walker (Bill) was a bonafide 78-year old war hero with deep lines in his face, and was a retired Gunnery Sergeant in the Marines. He and Jeannette had had a chance conversation about yoga after a workout session, and from that developed a deep and lasting friendship over the past three years. They usually shared a smoothie twice weekly in the club's juice bar and chatted with each other exclusively. In the past three years Bill had learned more than he wanted to know about Jeannette in their conversations because Jeannette had no one else on whom she could unload her crushing problems, freely and privately. Bill didn't mind and enjoyed her company (She was eye-candy to him, but not vice versa, of course). For example, he knew about her family and everything about her current and former lovers, and that she remained married to her son's father who loved her but was mildly suspicious. Bill would listen without criticizing and posed no threat to her because he was 'over the hill,' prompting her to tell him all her secrets - in fact, once her husband came into the juice bar trying to learn if she had a consort at the club, only to be introduced by her to this old gentleman. The husband, Doug, immediately liked him and they even invited him to dinner once in a while after that. Once he brought a box of medals and awards and after dinner gave them a show-and-tell of his exploits as a hero.
Today, Jeannette Harmon - a 35 year old housewife - plus Bill Walker and 12 others were nearing the end of a twice-weekly intense one hour yoga session at the health club. After the relaxation period followed, and all except she and Bill had left the room. Jeannette said, "Good Morning Bill." After his response she continued, "A smoothie today so I can tell you about last night?"
"Excellent idea, Jeannette."
After Jeannette and Bill they had their smoothies in front of them, Jeannette said, "Bill, Doug caught me in a lie last night and I thought my whole world was going to end. I called him about 8:00 and told him I would need to certify the inventory for our product lines tonight against sales and it would be about 10:15 when I got home. I then slipped out of the store at that moment because a co-worker would be doing the reconciliations for me. I drove across the street to the Sheraton where my Honey stays when he travels to the Boston area. It was 10:30 when I got home afterward."
"What was so unusual about that?"
"We neglected to watch the clock and I finally left his hotel room late without cleaning myself up. When I got home Doug was horny and started pushing me directly towards the bed. Then he started hurriedly tugging at my clothes and refused to let me shower before lovemaking. I said, "Wait, nature calls I have to use the toilet. Bill, I sat on the toilet seat and he sat outside the closed door determined that I would not get a chance to clean my lover's tracks out of my pussy unless he knew exactly what I was doing."
"Wow! Wow! You take chances lady! But sitting outside the crapper is very strange! Jeannette, you really need to get out of your marriage before you get murdered."
"After I came out he started pushing me towards the bed again, so as much as I didn't want another cock in me then I decided to just relax and take it. But he pulled up my dress and off my thong and started kissing up my leg. Almost in a panic mode I said, 'Doug, I have worked all day on my feet, I need food, and I need a shower and you will not like the way I taste if you intend to eat my pussy!' He said, "Don't worry, I don't like seconds, be sure I won't do that. I just want to kiss your body a little.' And then when his face got close to my body he suddenly stopped cold and said, 'Put on your clothes, Jeannette.' Then he wouldn't say a thing. I bluffed angrily , 'What the hell is this all about, Doug?'"
"Was he really angry by then?"
"His face was white with rage. I screamed my lies at him, 'What are you talking about 'seconds', Doug? I have worked all day and I am dead tired and I don't need you or your suspicious mind after I come home.'"
Concerned, Bill asked, "What happened next?"
"He went down to his toy room. After I was eating a TV dinner later, he came in and sat down, and asked, 'Did your physical inventory agree with your sales records?' I guessed and said, 'yes, mostly,' still very much pissed off at him. He then said, 'My co-worker looked carefully in your area when he and his wife were one of the last customers asked to leave your store by Security, and another sales lady was doing the inventory and you were not there.' I replied, 'I know I wasn't there initially because we had lost a couple of high value items to shoplifters and I went up to talk to the security manager about it.' This calmed him down so he could relax a little. Then I woke up before the clock went off this morning and gave him a blow job so I think we are all right for the time being. But that was too close, Bill."
He said, "You are skating on very thin ice, Jeannette. Why not rethink just getting a divorce? You are killing Doug slowly and you're certainly not doing anything to help your son - in fact, you are throwing him overboard - and one of these days you will frighten yourself almost to death when you realize what you will have done to yourself."
"I love my son, that can not possibly be! Exactly how would you suggest that I go about divorcing Doug, Bill?"
