Author Note: I'm not sure how this will be received knowing what this category is like, but I figure there is no harm in trying again. I appreciate everyone taking the time to read my stories and hopefully give some constructive feedback.
If anyone reads this and want to come up with their own ending, please feel free. You have my blessing and don't need to contact me and ask for permission.
I will submit my own ending at some point, but as stated please feel free to contribute yours.
Prologue
Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to get. Fuck I hate Forrest Gump.
Let me back up a bit. My name is Rocco Bond and I'm thirty-two years old. Yeah, my parents really named me that after conceiving me in Italy, apparently. The thing is, I'm a white guy, brown hair, brown eyes and six feet one inches tall. I don't have that Mediterranean skin complexion, I'm not really hairy, don't like pasta that much or even have the sexy Italian accent that apparently makes women spread their legs. No, I'm just your average guy that likes to stay in shape, play guitar and I drive a concrete truck for a living. Well, I have a business that runs six concrete trucks and two concrete pumping trucks which earns a nice living for us. I have a business partner, Stephanie Gordon who runs the administration side of things while I run the trucks, and at home have a loving family.
I'm married to Kelly who is thirty, long dark hair, pretty face and still has a body to die for after three children. Yes, three and they are beautiful even if I do say so myself. Twins, Ella and Amy who are fourteen and Grace who is eight. If you do the math, you will understand some of what happened. During high school, I was seemingly popular with members of the opposite sex. I wasn't some man-whore, but strangely once the girls had gone passed the kissing stage, they would end it. Said I was too much for them, and it wasn't me, it was them. Yeah, the usual schtick. In my final year I finally I heard from one of the girls I had a reputation around the place as being quite well endowed which led me to understand what was going on. The girls wanted to experience something like me just once in their lives before finding someone normal or some such thing like that. Then she happened.
Kelly Kominski. She ran into me by accident in the hallway one day, I helped her up and we just hit it off. She was fifteen, had moved to the school the year before and was the new girl on the scene. It didn't hurt she was pretty, was athletic, a few inches shorter than me, was very pleasant to talk to and apparently her parents were loaded. I didn't care about that since my family were middle class and were doing quite well. I just wanted to get a job and start earning money. Kelly liked that about me and she too was a go-getter, always determined to go after what she wanted because she didn't want to rely on her parents for her future. We dated for a few months and grew close, spending all our free time together. To cut a long story short we got on well, so well in fact that at a party she asked me to speak privately and well, I guess you know the rest. We welcomed our twins around the time I had started working for a concrete trucking company and made the most of what our lives had become. Kelly never blamed me and I can honestly say, while I wasn't ready for kids, I got into the groove and knew they were the most precious things in the world to me. Like I said, Kelly could put her mind to anything and when it came to family, she was determined to make ours a loving one. Once she put her mind to something she never wavered, which I found endearing.
Our parents supported us, while they weren't entirely happy, my mother in particular was overjoyed about the babies. What is it about women and babies? I mean, fuck, they go all nuts over them. Anyway, we built a granny flat at the back of my parents' house and lived there while Kelly finished school and I worked.
Believe it or not, I was going to ask Kelly to marry me, since we had discussed it at length, but she beat me to the punch when our girls were six months old. I of course said yes, and we were going to wait until she graduated high school before tying the knot. Our girls were growing up, Kelly didn't want to go to college and had always talked about becoming a real estate agent and eventually buy properties to flip. She made good on that promise, and we were finally doing well. We had talked about more children and wanted them, but life got in the way a little bit. By the time Grace came around, we were a happy little family, and I was starting to get the urge to go out on my own. I tempered that expectation for a while so that money wouldn't be too tight with a new baby in the house. We eventually found a bigger place, six bedrooms, huge block with a half pool house, half granny flat at the back, with a pool and three car garage.
Life was good, Kelly and I were a real team, working together to provide for our kids, cook, clean, and help them with their homework. With the money we were making we were making a dent in the mortgage, not that it was huge in the first place. We bought at the right time, given the market wasn't so hot at the time. Kelly really did come through for us. We made love often, usually three times a week, with one of those sessions always being straight fucking so that we could iron out any urges we seemed to have. I could have done it a few more times a week, but Kelly always told me she needed time to recover, and it was always said with a smile and a loving glance. Other than that, I had no complaints and Kelly didn't either, never turning me down when the timing was right and always having at least one orgasm before we collapsed into each other's arms. I don't believe I'm some Don Juan, but Kelly and I knew each other pretty well, so we always knew which buttons to press, if you know what I mean.
So, why did I say life is like a box of chocolates? That's easy, it's because of Kelly.
One day there just seemed to be something off and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I tried to be affectionate, but it was like she was suddenly going through the motions. On the day it started to turn to shit, I kissed her goodbye like always and headed off to work. It was her turn to drop the kids off at school, which was further away than the university but that's what you get for buying in this suburb, and I wanted to be in the office early. Stephanie, my business partner and I, were going to take out a loan to buy another concrete truck. Things had been going incredibly well, and we wanted to expand into the next town over.
I got to the office and Stephanie was already there. I should point out that she is a stocky woman, short at about five feet, three inches, thick where it counts and carrying a monster set of tits. It didn't hurt that she was cherubic cute, had long, straight brown hair that she always kept in a ponytail and was a wicked flirt when off the clock. She's married to Walter, who is a good friend and is a local builder, specialising in houses not commercial construction. She's also thirty-eight years old and probably my best friend besides Kelly. Well, Eddie Konicki is a good friend, but not quite the same. Anyway, yeah, it sounds weird, but Stephanie and I just seemed to click. She was the one that approached me about the business idea when we worked at the concreting company together and we hit it off. Stephanie was surprised I had a business plan already worked out, which simply sealed the deal for her. That was four years ago now and our business has boomed.
"Hey," I said strolling into the office I shared with Stephanie and sat down near her desk. "Did Wal shit the bed or something?"
Stephanie laughed and shook her head. That was the running joke we had going if one of us was early.
"No, it was Roberto my Italian lover who did that," Stephanie replied laughing. Yeah, she liked to rib me about my Italian name heritage. See what I mean? My fucking parents!
"What, you mean Eddie wasn't available?" I asked throwing it right back at her. She gave me the finger and then smiled.
"Eddie wouldn't know what to do with himself," Stephanie replied bluntly. "Now be quiet a minute. I'm just going through our paperwork and then we can talk to the bank."
"Okay, what do I need to do?" I asked looking at my desk and the computer sitting on it.
"Nothing right this second. Just give me a few more minutes and we can call them," Stephanie said her tone changing.
She was all business and when she was like that, I loved her for it. The guys driving the trucks always listened to her and respected her as well, flirting with her but never trying anything on, which was good. It probably didn't hurt that Walter was a huge brute of a man and would pound any of them into the ground if she asked. Hell, I'd do it too for her but it never came to that. I'm more of a lover than a fighter. "Oh, and Eddie called, he wanted a shit ton of concrete delivered next week."
