This is a revision of my original story to correct a missing section and prepare for the long-awaited next installment which is coming soon.
This is a story about a married woman who has sex with someone other than her husband with no crazy revenge. If that kind of story isn't your thing, you are welcome to look away.
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Brooke and I grew up together two houses apart on a quiet little street in a suburban area. Our mothers had been friends, and we played together a lot as children.
Our friendship survived the socialization of school. It survived my obsession with sports and hers with beauty pageants, something her mother pushed her into very early. It survived the natural growth of two young people into adulthood. It even withstood tragedies in her life like her dad's death, her mom's remarriage, her mom's death and finally her abandonment by her stepfather.
In fact, our friendship blossomed into love, and we started going steady in junior high just before her mom passed on from cancer. She grew into a gorgeous young woman with shiny brown hair worn in thick waves well down over her shoulders, brilliant green eyes, the face of a model and the most amazing radiant skin. Every guy I knew in high school tried to steal her from me, but none succeeded.
I remember how proud my parents were when we finally became romantic. My dad patted me on the back and said I was one lucky SOB.
And no wonder. Brooke's 5' 6" body is amazing, and I remember watching her at the community pool being stared at by every male there. I was so proud watching her glide around looking so regal and lovely, yet so unbelievably sexy. Her large boobs stretched any bikini to the limit, and her ass and legs toned by dance had all eyes turned in her direction.
I used to pick on Brooke about the leering guys like our chubby hairy science teacher, because I knew she couldn't stand him. The old goat was spellbound and drooling whenever she was in his presence. Sometimes, I even caught her stepfather giving her an unparent-like gawk. I started calling her Double Take cause no guy could do with just one look.
At first, she found it funny, but then around the time her mom died, she began to get violently angry about the male attention. She started dressing down and gave up the pageants. I didn't understand it then, but learned to keep my mouth shut.
We learned about sex together too, although I did a great deal of outside reading. Thank you Internet. Also when her mom died, Brooke insisted that we sleep together to strengthen our bond. From my perspective, our bond was pretty damn strong, but I didn't argue. I loved her body and giving her pleasure. It was amazing to see her boobs bounce while I made love to her, or her belly muscles ripple as she came from the attention of my tongue or cock.
Neither of us were scholars or wealthy, so college was out of the question. When we graduated, I took a job working for my uncle's friend's construction company, and she started working at a cosmetics counter in an upscale department store. After saving for two years, we were able to move out of my mom's house and into our own apartment. It wasn't much, but it was clean, close to work and had a pool.
I guess it's tough starting out for most people, but we didn't get off to a great start. Since Brooke worked evenings and me days, we didn't get to see as much of each other and the sex was slowing down.
I enjoyed work which was mostly strip mall store build-outs and office building renovations. I worked with a good bunch of guys, who taught me well. There were two older men I worked with most of the time on the same crew, named Archie and Dom. They trained me and didn't give me too much shit for being the new guy, though they did only refer to me as "Kid."
They always talked about women and sex, and as I was still learning, I listened a lot. I would sometime ask them questions, and they would joke that I could bring my young wife around, and they would show me.
One night they invited themselves to my apartment after work. We picked up some pizza and beer and went to my place to watch a basketball game. I knew what they were up to, but played along. I had already shown them a picture of my wife in a bathing suit, so they had an interest in seeing the real thing.
They stayed long enough to get a good look at Brooke when she came home at about 10:30 p.m. She was wearing the tight white knit top and pencil skirt she wears to work every day as sort of a uniform. I could see my friends mouths drop open. Dom was openly staring at her 36DD boobs when he was introduced. She was obviously unimpressed by my new friends and spent the evening in our bedroom.
After that, the jokes about teaching my wife a few things about sex just accelerated. I would always laugh at them, and one day Dom asked me what the fuck I was laughing about. I told them outright that they had no chance at all with Brooke. She didn't like fat old guys.
I told Dom that even if she could get around short, stout, and bald, the unshaved, unbathed appearance and yellow teeth would not interest her. I then turned to a smiling Archie and told him anyone with a face like a bloodhound had even less of a chance. They were not pleased by that response.
"If that little piece of ass had a real man instead of you, Kid, she'd change her tune pretty fucking quick, I'm sure," Archie boasted. "What the fuck does a little kid like you know?" I just smiled and walked away. "Young pussy is wasted on young punks," he shouted at me.
After that, the beer after work thing became a regular feature of our day, like happy hour. I was getting free dinners and beer, so didn't complain. I also got a kick out of watching those two fawn over my wife. Dom was particularly attentive when she was around and his obsequiousness just made her loath him more. She would often complain about the infatuated rodents infesting the house.
Life at the store wasn't as good for Brooke. She had a boss who had developed on interest in her. One night she came home and pulled me into the kitchen to complain that Gerald, the night manager, was spending a great deal of time at the cosmetics counter, dropping hints about what a great lover he was and how his wife didn't understand his needs.
On that particular day, she had requested to work days, so we could see more of each other, but Gerald said he just didn't see how he could lose her. She indicated that it was said in such a way that left no doubt he could make adjustments for the right payoff.
"How could you tell?" I asked naively.
"Jesus honey. He was rubbing his dick into my ass at the time," she said raising her voice.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. The old pervert sneaks up behind me two or three times a day and pushes me against the counter pretending to teach me something. Then he grinds his cock into my ass. Every day he says something to me just a little bit dirtier and more suggestive than the day before." Her voice kept getting higher and louder, and I was sure the guys in the living room could hear all of this.
"How long has this been going on?"
"Two years, since the first week I worked there." Jesus, my sexy 20-year-old wife was getting sexually harassed by her 45-year-old married boss, and she never mentioned it to me!
"Why didn't you say anything, and why are you still working there?"
"Honey, are you blind? Men come on to me all the time including YOUR friends and coworkers. That little asshole Dom is always staring at my tits and touching me," she said pointing her thumb towards the living room. "For Christ's sake, where else do you think I'm going to get a job in this shitty town?"
