Hi, I'm back again.
I have been busy with four stories in various stages of completion. I was writing a BTB when inspiration struck for this one. I was reading a JPB story, one of the masters of this genre, when a line jumped out and grabbed me.
"I had given her everything she wanted car, jewelry, clothes."
Hmm I thought, if he had given her everything why is she with somebody else?
Also two couples I know have recently split in both cases the guys feel blindsided and didn't realize there was a problem and the girls say they don't know how they stuck it out so long.
So this story evolved really quickly and the others ended up on the back burner.
An apology to Stangstar06 for the use of one of his plot devices, a Mustang, in this story.
Thanks to Shelves for editing this submission and educating me on the difference between English English, American English and for trying to understand my dodgy Australian English.
There are a couple of Australian words in this story I probably should explain. "Mate" is a way of addressing a friend or somebody you have forgotten the name of. E.g. "How are you going mate." The other word is "Ute" short for utility vehicle, similar to an American pickup. Google Holden WB Ute and you will get the idea.
WARNING: This story involves wives being unfaithful so if that's not you're thing or you have been recently bruised by a relationship you best skip it.
This is fiction, all characters and situations are the result of my overactive imagination.
I hope you enjoy.
CharlieB4
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I'm a bastard, a complete and utter bastard but hey, I'm enjoying myself. I wasn't always a bastard, I was in your class at school. While you and your mates were partying after school and planning your university careers, I was packing groceries. You came home with a beautiful girl on your arm and a good job and I was assistant manager in the same small grocery store I had stacked shelves in 5 years before
I was probably at your wedding. Up the back, at the table with your dodgy uncle. You know the one your mother said you had to invite! Even though you know he is going to make a fool of himself. I played in your footy team but you probably don't remember me. I was one of the guys who made up the numbers every week to allow you and the others to shine.
Then came the kids, I was there for the wetting of the babies heads. Shit! We were seriously pissed on those nights, smoking cigars, talking crap. I didn't get an invite to the christening or the massive first birthday parties but I didn't have a child or a partner so I guess we move in different circles.
I see more of your mother and your wife than I do of you. They come to my store now, yeah that's right! It's my store now. The old bugger that worked me like a slave for five years only had a daughter and she wasn't interested in the store. I did a deal with Mr. Hallstone, he left most of his money in the business and I paid him off gradually. When I almost had it paid off the clothing store next door came up for sale. Mr. Hallstone came to my rescue investing some of his money back into my business allowing me to expand. Over the next three years I bought the butcher on the other side of me and the green grocer who had been next to the clothing store.
Our little town now had it's own little supermarket! I couldn't compete with the big boys in the larger towns on price, just didn't have the scale. So I concentrated on service, home delivery, taking shopping bags to the car for customers. I had a phone service. You ring up with your list, we collect it, put it on your account, then drop it in your boot when you drive up. Drive thru' for groceries!
Being super helpful to the young mums, they just want to get in and out. Take the time to talk to the old ladies, do a little flirting with the widows. Shopping may be their only social outlet. Slip the little kids a lolly when mum's not looking. Most importantly if you see a man wondering aimlessly with a list, get in there and help him get out fast. He will be eternally grateful and so will the rest of your customers. Confused men wandering alone around shops make people nervous.
I also made sure I employed locals, lots of locals. Married mums who needed a little extra cash, high school seniors looking to save some money for a gap year overseas. Retirees whose pension didn't cover expenses. People love it when they know the person at the check out or stacking shelves. They stop and talk, it just makes shopping a more pleasant experience.
Sponsorship was the other big thing, sling a few bucks to the sporting clubs, free sausages for the junior's BBQ, fruit for their half time breaks. It all added up to people feeling obligated to shop in my store. It worked, I'm thirty five and now I have three stores in three towns all working on the same principle, support your community and they will support you.
To get that far from nothing I had to make sacrifices, one of them was relationships with girls. I didn't lose my virginity till I was twenty two. It was a drunken hook up after a football function, not very satisfying for either of us. Apart from a few other occasions I didn't get much action for the next six years. I was very lucky not to have developed callouses on my left palm.
Coming up to my twenty eighth birthday I made a decision to get professional help. Scouring the classifieds I avoided the brothels advertising in the nearest large town. Last thing I needed was someone recognizing me going in or coming out and reporting back. There were a couple of smaller advertisements and one in particular intrigued me.
New to town. Busty blonde 30yr old. Private residence with discreet entrance. Massage to full service. I'd love to meet you.
I rang the number and got a answering machine, the message explained that for her own security and to stop prank calls if you left your number she would ring back. I hung up before the beep, not wanting to leave any connection -- I wanted to stay anonymous. Two hours later after thinking about it again I rang and left my number. Five minutes later she rang back. She had sounded very nice on the phone and explained that she liked to meet new customer somewhere neutral at first in a social setting to make sure it was right for both parties.
We met at a coffee shop the next Saturday, she looked great maybe closer to thirty five than thirty. We chatted for half an hour, April explained she had worked as an high end escort in Sydney to supplement her income as an artist. As age and gravity started to take effect her agency suggested surgery but she sold up and moved to the country instead. Art was still her first love but she as hoping to get a small regular client base to help pay the bills.
April certainly fitted what I as looking for and I made a time for my first visit the next Wednesday evening. So started a relationship that continued for six years. Three times a month on a Wednesday evening initially for forty five minutes but later for two hours I would have my needs met and April got her bills paid. I guess it was expensive but compared to my friends with wives and partners just spent on their weddings I probably got out of it cheaply.
At first given the time I could afford it was all about sex but later we got to talk a lot. We spoke about everything, art, politics, philosophy, sport and current events. I remember I once visited four days out from an federal election and we argued for the entire two hours. She gave me a quick blowjob then pushed me out the door. The next week she cancelled saying she was sick. Her party losing had more to do with it.
April taught me a lot about women. Now we all know you can never really "know" about women. You just think you've figured it out and they change everything on you. They were just basic tips like, ask open ended question, don't bang on about yourself, never ask about work and several other gems. Sexually she tutored me as well but she could be very blunt. I recall a time after we had just finished our first round, I was lying down on my back and April was sitting cross legged looking at me.
