The arrival of morning found me sitting out on the deck in deep thought. I had actually been sitting out there most of the night, wondering how I had turned my life into such a mess, and what I could do to make things right.
I was jerked back to reality when I heard my wife Meg come outside and say "Good morning Sweetheart. Are you all right? I woke up and you weren't in bed."
"Good morning Darling. Yes, I'm fine". I was lying through my teeth to the one person who trusted me more than anyone. Meg and I had met 3 years ago through mutual friends, and had married just one year later. Meg is the most beautiful woman in the world to me. She is 5'7", with long blonde hair, and sparkling blue eyes. She has a fantastic body, and I only have to give her a hug and I find myself wanting her.
We have a lovely home about an hour outside of Washington, D.C., and Meg has made it feel so warm and cozy. It is located on the top of Weather Mountain near Round Hill, Virginia, and sometimes the clouds are so low it is as if they are kissing our home. The view from the deck is breathtaking, and I love to sit out there and just be. It is a place that one could retreat to and feel relaxed. Meg and I have even had some pretty hot sex under the moonlight out there! But now that I have made such a mess of my life, I only feel self induced stress when I am at home. I guess the thought that I could lose all of this scares me to death.
About 2 years ago, I had met a guy named Ron. We seemed to become good friends very quickly, and his interest in football was even greater than mine. We would make friendly wagers on games, and over time the bets got bigger and bigger. I soon found Ron in the role of my bookie rather than my friend. I had made some wagers that were far from intelligent, and I now found myself owing a very large amount of money to him.
During the two years that my friendship was evolving from friend to bookie with Ron, Meg and I had invited Ron over for dinner and drinks on quite a regular basis. At first I thought nothing of it, but over time I noticed Ron watching Meg with a different look in his eyes.
There was a time that he was over and Meg was sunbathing on the deck while we were shooting the bull, and when she rolled over, her top shifted and exposed part of her beautiful pouting breast. She has wonderful nipples that stand out like bullets on her tits, and her exposed nipple immediately got hard from the breeze. I swear that I saw Ron licking his lips. When he saw me looking at him, he immediately looked away from Meg.
Another time that he was over, he gave my wife a hug hello, and he seemed to linger just a little too long, and his hands drifted a little too low on her back. She was wearing a clingy little sundress with just a thong on underneath, and I would have sworn that he was copping a feel of her bare ass. She did have a gorgeous ass that was tight and round, and I guess on the one hand, I cannot blame him for trying. But on the other hand, I felt that he was crossing a line that I did not want him to. When he saw me watching, I could have sworn that his mouth curved up in a sneer. Was I imagining things?
Over time I noticed more and more of these instances occurring, all the while my debt to him was growing larger and larger. I knew that I needed to quit gambling on the games, but each time I told myself, "This is the time that I will win big and pay Ron all of the money that I owe him and can sever ties with him." Yet each time I slipped further into debt.
The night before I had received a phone call from Ron inviting me to come over to his house the next evening to watch the game.
"Jim, how ya' doing buddy? Why don't you come on over to my house tonight and we'll watch the game, have a few beers, and also talk a bit about this debt that you owe me."
"All right. I'll head on over after work."
"Darling, I'll be home a little late tonight. I'm heading over to Ron's for a beer and to watch the game after work."
"Oh, okay Sweetheart. I won't wait up".
I arrived at Ron's at about 7:30 p.m. He lives down a dirt lane on 5 acres of land. It is really quite a lovely home made of logs, tucked away in a grove of trees. It was so quiet that you could hear every bug, bird, and animal. It was quite a serene place. I walked up the path and knocked on the door.
"Hello Buddy, come on in" Ron said.
"Hi Ron, how are you doing today?"
"Pretty good, I must say!
I followed him inside and we headed to the basement where he had a fantastic theatre room. I thought that we would be watching the ball game on the big screen. It always brought the games to life and you felt like you could actually catch the football as the quarterback threw to his target. It added a whole new dimension to watching the game.
"Right this way" he said as we walked past the theatre room.
"Oh, aren't we going to watch the game on the big screen?" I asked, pointing in the theatre room?
"No, not tonight. I have a much better show for you. Let me introduce you to Frank. Frank, this is Jim. Will you show Jim to the new viewing room and I will catch up to you in a few minutes. Thanks buddy".