(Author's Note: All rights reserved. No sex with people less than 18. No willing cucks or third and fourth degree burns for the bitch.)
The Happy Wife
Danny
I met Jax when I was a sophomore in high school. A couple of thugs were making life hard for me. I had just moved into the Morrison High School student service area. I had no friends. These two guys were real brutes and as big as football players although they were more into fighting under the stands than playing football.
Jackson Pendergraft III was a strange sort of guy. He seemed to be a loner. He dressed like a tough guy in his jeans and leather jacket, although his clothing was always immaculate. He asked me after algebra class one day, "Hey, Kid, are you getting this stuff?"
I was also having problems but mine were different. I looked at the stupid problems and immediately knew the answer. I was having problems with having to go back and show the step-by-step solutions that the teacher demanded. We went to a coffee shop and started going through the days' homework. Although new in this school, I had already learned that when Jax asked for something you gave it to him. It seemed that he was quite intelligent, and the way I was going through my explanations to him, was helping both of us. Thank heaven he was a quick study. Explaining things to him was also teaching me about a more disciplined approach to mathematics. He seemed very happy with my help, and I was elevated from Hey, Kid to Danny, Boy in Jax's world.
He returned the favor the next day. My twin nemeses had me pinned against my locker, explaining that I would be paying them $10 per week, starting immediately, when Jax joined our threesome. In a hard, low voice, different from his math learning one, he inquired, "What ... are you guys doing?"
Max, the slightly larger of the two, said, "We're just explaining some stuff to the kid here."
Jax gave him the hardest look I had ever seen. Then he spoke in the same voice but very distinctly, "I think I heard your mommy calling."
I knew I never wanted to be the recipient of that voice. I was surprised when Max replied, "Yes, sir. We're leaving now." I assume they were off to terrorize some other kid. Somehow, I got a warm fuzzy that they wouldn't be visiting me again any time soon. Jax was only slightly larger than me, but I had seen real fear in the two goons' eyes.
I continued to help Jax in math and science classes. He was a strange fellow in some ways. His parents were well-to-do; he lived in a house with a nice swimming pool, but his parents were usually absent.
With time on his hands, he had strayed far from his upper-class home and had fallen in with one of the toughest gangs in the city. Some had motorcycles, but others because of their age were limited to motorized scooters. It seemed that the leader had taken a liking to Jax when Jax was basically at their mercy, yet showed immense courage, and he had tutored Jax in the ways of street life. Jax already had several older girl friends, and it seemed that he had many opportunities wherever he went. His reputation was twofold, his personal accomplishments as a streetwise guy who could defend himself in most situations, and a person who was well connected in the gang world of our small city.
I had a strange dichotomy in my life. I hung out occasionally with Jax and his friends, but most of the time, I hung out with other nerds, listening to science programs, watching old movies, and playing video games. One of my favorites was "On the Waterfront," which Jax understood but most of my other friends didn't.
Although I thought Jax was very capable intellectually, that was not his chosen path, and he compromised with his parents on attending the local community college, while I followed my intellectual aspirations and went to State U.
When I was a sophomore I met Sonia Winters, the love of my life. She soon allowed me to call her by her pet name, Sonnie, same start as Sonia, but different ending. Although she was beautiful and well-endowed upstairs and downstairs, I loved her for her upbeat personality and interest in everything. She was majoring in Civil Engineering while I majored in Mathematics.
We were planning on career paths of meteorology and actuarial science, respectively. She was following in the footsteps of her father, who was a television weatherman, while I was intrigued with elements of actuarial science like multiple decrement theory, finite calculus, and the toll road model. My father was an ATF agent, and I just was not excited by the prospect of a career based on seeking out violators of our nation's alcohol, tobacco, and firearms tax and other legal codes.
We shared an apartment in our junior and senior years, and moved to a large city, where she would have multiple opportunities at being a weather broadcaster, and similarly I would have my choice of insurance companies and consulting firms. I occasionally saw Jax when I was home visiting my parents, once or twice a year.
We had purchased a starter home and were beginning to plan for some additions to our family when I received the invitation to our fifth-year high school reunion. We had a dinner Friday night, and I was able to renew acquaintanceship with my nerd buddies from high school, most were doing something scientific, although some had fallen into what appeared to be little more than dead-end clerical jobs. Saturday afternoon we had a tour of the new high school, about twice as large as the old one, and then Saturday evening was the concluding event of the reunion, a combined dinner and dance at a local hotel. During dinner we were treated to videos of some of the events during high school that my nerd friends and I weren't invited to. I enjoyed dancing with some of the girls who were above my social strata in high school; it was a big change from high school to hear them compliment me about how good I looked and what a beautiful wife I had.
Jax hadn't attended any of the other events, but did attend the dance. He invited us to an after-party at his house. We had been partaking in the open bar at the dance, and the only difference at the after party was that the drinks were stronger. I drank well above my tolerance level and was only dimly aware of Sonnie and Jax putting me to bed. I do have a high metabolism and so by 2 am I awoke somewhat conscious of my surroundings. Sonnie was in bed between Jax and I. All of us had significantly less clothes on than earlier in the evening, although everyone's naughty bits were still covered. Sonnie was in an amorous mood and was kissing and groping me. Then she turned her interest to Jax and there was more kissing and groping. A few more iterations of this and the three of us were completely nude.
Sonnie befuddled me by asking, "Is it alright if I get Jax off before I take care of you?"
Jax added, "Hey, Danny boy, you have one hell of a hot wife."
Sonia repeated her request, "Can I do Jax first?"
I stammered, "S-Sonnie, I don't know. I don't think this is a good idea."
She responded, "Danny, I'll take very good care of you. Is it okay?"
I was a little confused, "I guess so. Wait, what do you mean?"
She answered, "Oh, thank you, Danny; you won't be sorry!"
Just like that, she inserted Jax's well-endowed dick, and was immediately moaning and groaning, "Oh, Jax, it's so good."
I didn't want this to happen. It was all a mistake. I just didn't know how to stop it. Both of them apparently thought I had sanctioned it.
