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This story could have been in sci-fi / fantasy. This story is not realistic so run away fast if that offends you. I put it here because I enjoy anonymous drive-by insults in the comments section and it does contain a Loving Wives theme.

I have one of my throw away paragraphs about February Sucks in this story. It is only a little joke and this is NOT a Feb Sux Redux. February Sucks belongs to George Anderson.

William Winston is the name I use repeatedly for mega rich evil guys. This one is not the same guy as in other stories.

There is a bit of point of view shifting between present and telling a story about the past and I did my best to make them relatively easy to follow.

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Thursday, May 5, 2022

Tom Bladen woke up next to his sleeping wife and, feeling her beloved presence, rolled onto his back, smiling. His movement woke her up so she rolled over and faced him then smiled and cuddled up, resting her cheek on his chest and squeezed a side hug, "Good morning, Tom."

He kissed the top of her head, Good morning, Lisa. Sleep well?"

She nodded then looked up and stroked his dark salt and pepper hair, "Yeah. Very well. I'm surprised given our busy schedule today."

He kissed the top of her head again then squeezed a little shoulder hug. She rubbed her cheek on his chest again then rubbed his stomach with her hand affectionately, accidentally brushing the top of his morning wood. Her hand stopped then she deliberately went lower checking to feel what she thought she had brushed up against, "My my. I feel a soldier standing at attention. MY soldier is standing at attention."

She pushed down the front of his boxers and rubbed his manhood softly, "Wanna...?" She looked up at him with a coy smile, already knowing the answer.

He grinned then tried to kiss her on the lips. She ducked away, "Ewww morning breath. STEEEENKY! No nookie for you until no steenky!"

She got up as he did and he trailed directly behind her. He reached under her oversize Def Leppard T-shirt and started pushing her panties down. She stopped, offering no resistance and even conveniently stepped out of them when she continued walking toward their en-suite. She grabbed the toothpaste but not before he had her T-shirt up at her armpits. She laughed, placed the toothpaste down and raised her arms, allowing him to strip her bare. She teased him by pulling his whole package including his balls out the fly of his sleep pants, stroking it softly twice then picking up her toothbrush and putting toothpaste on it. She grinned at him, brushing her teeth as he stood with his manhood at attention sticking out of his fly.

Her smirk only grew as he stood there faux indignant as she brushed her teeth. He pushed himself inside the pants then pushed them down then rubbed his erection across her butt cheeks. She giggled and continued to brush her teeth then impatiently pointed at the toothpaste. He took the hint and began to brush as she finished, thoroughly enjoying the light handplay as she stroked him as he brushed his teeth.

Once he rinsed and spit, she grabbed his manhood and led him to the bed, scooted back, laid back and relaxed her hips as she reached to the nightstand beside her. She was looking at him as her hand fumbled around the drawer until she felt what she was looking for; a tube of Astroglide.

His smile faded a bit. Lisa read his mood and said softly, "Tom, I'm not twenty anymore and my plumbing does not work like it used to. No reflection on you. I'm fifty five, not twenty."

At fifty-five, she was pretty and had clearly been somewhat of a beauty in her youth. Her shoulder length blonde hair was a bit darker and there were some lines in her face. She retained her kind eyes and world class warm smile.

A smile he adored.

She reached down and lubricated herself then smiled up at Tom who softly inserted himself inside his beloved wife. Before he began stroking, she looked up at him with the most beautiful content smile and said, "My best privilege is being intimate with my best friend."

Tom only got harder and began to stroke softly as they made out, Lisa's favorite way of making love.

*******

Living in New Jersey was a lot of blessings and curses and no, it was not all curses. Suburban towns were almost absurdly safe and town services were usually well above the norm. The taxes and cost of... everything. UGH!

One other blessing. Newark International Airport was a pit, but the nonstop flight to Dublin was almost too easy so later that day, they made the easy trip and parked in long term parking then headed inside.

Once at the gate and waiting, Tom excused himself for a minute then came back and handed Lisa a new boarding pass. She looked at him quizzically, "What was wrong with our old passes?"

Tom just smiled.

She looked at the pass then stiffened, "Tom? What did you do?"

He smiled, "Upgraded this adventure with my bride to what she deserves."

She shook her head, "Tom. It's too much."

He looked at her with a bit of determination, "My bride will be treated as she deserves. I negotiated a pretty good deal, though only for the flight out."

He paused then continued, "I just wish you had been my first wife, not my second."

She sighed and smiled at him, "Me too, Tom, me too."

The gate agent got onto the speaker, "United Airlines would like to welcome you to flight 787 from Newark International to Dublin, Ireland. Once we have boarded those needing physical help getting seated, we will begin boarding for first class and Premier Platinum and 1K status. Please have..."

He stood up and offered his hand to his wife with obvious faux formality, "Lisa, my bride, I do believe they will soon be calling us."

Lisa just smiled, stood, and took his hand.

*******

Tuesday, May 10, 2022

So far, Dublin had been a blast! Tom walked into The Celtic Harp and took a seat at the bar at a bit after two in the afternoon. It was a Tuesday before the main tourist season in the middle of the quietest Tuesday in nearly a year. The place was empty save the barman and Tom.

He looked at the barman, a tallish man with stereotypical red hair, a fair complexion and a positively mischievous yet welcoming smile. He said in a typical Dublin Irish accent, "Good afternoon! What will ye have?"

Tom laughed, "You are everything I could expect in Ireland." He paused then quipped, "Except maybe a rainbow and a pot of gold."

The man laughed and said with a smirk, "Ye know we do have banks with safe deposit boxes for that kind of thing. I'm Patrick!"

Tom smiled. Patrick was charming, smooth and clearly an expert barman. Tom said, "I'll bet you know what I am going to order."

Patrick rubbed his temples in a faux look of using mind reading, "Guiness!"

Tom laughed, "Damn right! We're doing their factory tour tomorrow!"

Patrick pulled a mug then filled it and set it in front of Tom. Patrick smiled as Tom took his first sip, "Ye sound American. Probably I'm going to say East Coast though not from Boston or Northwards because ye would have asked for a 'beyah'."

Tom nodded, "Jersey."

Patrick laughed, "Your taxes give mine a good run!"

Tom laughed, "Yeah, they do. I like my job and access to New York City without having to actually live in New York City which is a whole new level of both taxes and cost. I run a consultancy firm that specializes in logistics of getting things into and out of the city while minimizing cost."

Patrick quipped, "Like guns and mafia guys."

Tom laughed, "More like liquor, clothing, and luxury goods. Things New Yorkers buy."

Patrick nodded, "What brings you to Dublin?"

Tom sat back, loving Patrick's easy nature, "Well, I'm here with my awesome wife for our fifth wedding anniversary tomorrow. She was kind enough to tell me to get out of her face while she does a bit of shopping."

Patrick raised an eyebrow, "Only fifth? Ye don't seem like a thirty year old."

Tom shook his head, "No. Lisa is wife number two though in quality she is number one by far. My first wife..."

Tom shook his head and shuddered.

Patrick nodded, "A good wife is a treasure worth more than a pot of gold."

Tom nodded, "Yeah. Sometimes it takes finding out the hard way to know that and wow, do I know that."

Patrick nodded strongly, "I had a guy in here a year ago, his name was Jim... uh, Carlisle. He had a story about a sports star and his wife sneaking off with him for a night of debauchery, only to have her come back the next morning as if nothing happened!"

Tom nodded, "I heard about that one. Wasn't that Marc Lava... Lavalamp or something? Did it a bunch of times until one of the husbands caught him and burned him at the stake while he toasted marshmallows?"

Patrick nodded.

Tom sighed, My story is a lot more common though just as cruel. My life... It's like some story on the internet written by some demented whackjob."

Patrick looked around at the empty bar, "Well! Don't leave me hanging!

Tom sighed, years had dulled the pain that it took Lisa's love to finally extinguish, "Well I met my first wife, Amy at the South County High School Freshman Mixer in September of 1981..."

*******

Friday, September 11, 1981

Tom walked into the freshman mixer and looked around, clearly not liking being semi-forced into attending when his father simply said everyone was going and he needed to make friends in his new school because five middle schools fed into South County High.

He walked over to Jimmy, a friend from his old middle school and said, "You too? Your parents made you come?"

Jimmy nodded as two other much larger freshmen stood nearby with their too pretty perfect cheerleader girlfriends. One of the boys snarked, "My dork detector is going off, Chad. how about yours?"

Chad was not to let this one go, "Yes. Two dorks bearing..." he pointed at Jimmy and Tom as Chad and the girls laughed.

Three days into the school year, things were predictable pretty much every school year.

Not to be outdone, one of the cheerleaders mimicked, "Ya know, Michelle, there are girl dorks just like boy dorks and I see one right, there!"

Michelle did not miss a beat and said, "Yep. Girl dork at three o'clock. You know. A girl that has never been kissed and never will! A stick girl in glasses!" they laughed as the girl shrank backward then backed into Tom and the four 'popular kids' laughed.

Michelle teased, "I see a girl that will never be kissed!"

*******

Tom came back to the present, "So to shorten this up. Stick girl became my first wife Amy and Michelle dared me to kiss her after I told her to leave Amy alone. We kissed and well, that was that and we eventually became boyfriend and girlfriend. Amy... uh... bloomed into a couple of double D's over the next year and a half and got contacts by senior prom. By senior prom, I had a hot pretty girlfriend. Meanwhile I got taller, filled out some and was on the track team. I wasn't football player popular, but I did okay."

"So senior prom..."

*******

Friday, May 17. 1985

Tom walked into the South County Senior Prom at the Woodland Hills Event Center with his girlfriend of nearly 4 years, Amy. He was all smiles as Amy had promised, that because they were both now eighteen and he had been a wonderful boyfriend, tonight was the night for them to exchange their V-cards.

Tom walked in with Amy on his arm and looked around, "I know you want to avoid Chad and especially Michelle. I'll do my best."

Amy smiled, "Thanks, you are the best"

Tom found a group of their friends and they walked over, "Hey Tim. Hey Kim."

Tim smiled, "So, gracing us with your presence? I'm surprised though I would be careful. Rumor has it Michelle has some kind of evil plan after her king and queen dance with Chad."

Kim looked at Amy and asked, "Did you do something to her that made her your life long enemy?"

Amy shook her head, "No. She is just... awful."

An hour and a half later, a drunk Chad and a drunk Michelle had their dance then everyone hit the dance floor. Tom was a passable dancer who did it for Amy because she loved dancing.

Halfway through the second song, Michelle danced over to Tom and Amy and said with a touch of slur, "Well, well... Stick girl turned into balloon girl." She pointed at Amy's ample chest.

Tom looked at Michelle, sighed and said, "Go away, Michelle. Drunk is not a good look on you."

Michelle regarded Tom as a gnat, "I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to the former stick girl who turned into a pair of boobs on legs."

Michelle walked up to Amy and with both hands yanked the front of her dress down, exposing Amy's breasts then something snapped in Amy and instead of running out, humiliated, she stood shocked and stared a few seconds in fury.

Michelle stood smug... and swaying a bit, then mocked, "Whatcha gonna do?"

Amy just reacted and yanked down the front of Michelle's dress, exposing her breasts. After two silent stunned seconds, someone made a wolf howl then both women put their arms over their breasts.

A fellow member of the senior class, Reggie White was with his girlfriend dancing and stopped to watch as the two women had their fight with both women, standing there covering their bare chests then Reggie walked over to the women staring at each other in hatred. In his announcer voice he mimicked, "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! We have a WINNER by TKO! That is Tremendous Knockers... Outstandiiiiiiiiing!"

He raised Amy's free hand then snarked at Michelle, "Compared to her, YOU are a stick girl."

After Reggie raised Amy's hand, he said to Tom, "She is FINE!"

*******

Tom's thoughts came back to the present, "Amy managed to fix her dress with a couple safety pins a sympathetic friend had. Michelle was kicked out of the prom and suspended and it cost her a couple scholarships. Reggie was the right answer at the right time and Amy started to dress a little sexier. Not falling out of her top sexier, but she no longer hid her uh... assets. It shocked the shit out of me when she wanted to stick with the original plan for that night of losing our virginities."

He laughed, "That night, we did indeed have sex. She even got on the pill for me and we never stopped screwing through the summer. We attended the same college and got married right after we graduated. College was pretty much sex and studying. Amy had an amazing libido that I very much appreciated."

He laughed, "She even let me motorboat her luscious boobs every birthday. She hated the attention they brought her until she didn't so was kind of sensitive about it until she wasn't. She hated the crudeness of it, but on my birthday..."

"BRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBR!" He shook his head back and forth vigorously and laughed.

Patrick gently chastised him, "Such boorishness!"

Tom laughed, "Tell me you wouldn't do that." Tom arched his brow.

Patrick laughed, "Now I didn't say that!"

Tom continued, "After the Michelle incident, she embraced them as her assets, not liabilities. Marriage was good for around five years until her employer hit a rough patch and they fired the entire management team and a new management team came in after the company was bought."

"I had just started my logistics company while Amy got a new boss and a year later they had a Christmas party..."

*******

Friday, December 15, 1995

Tom walked arm in arm out of the elevator on the 70th floor of the Hudson Apex building in Jersey City. The restaurant lobby in front of them was a ridiculous caricature of luxury. The restaurant beyond it was even more so. He was dressed in a typical 'Men's Wearhouse' blue suit and Amy was dressed in a gold halter style dress with small straps and a moderate V-neck. It was not overly daring, but complimented her considerable bustline.

He looked at his wife, "Your bosses rented this whole restaurant for the night?"

Amy nodded, "The Private equity group that bought my employer has a bunch of companies and one of a half dozen companies here tonight."

Tom and his wife walked up to the hostess and gave their names and they were escorted to a table only one row away from the window tables occupied by the people from the C-suites. The room was laid out in such a way that there were multiple open areas along the windows where those who did not have window tables could take in the view of Manhattan across the river.

After taking their seats and leaving their coats, they walked to one of the open areas along the windows to take in the view of the Manhattan skyline. Tom looked at his wife, "The amount of money they spent just on reserving this place... crazy."

Amy nodded, "I intend to enjoy it. Dinner is supposedly going to be something!"

Tom nodded, "Well, if they are spending the money... We may as well enjoy it."

A half hour later, dinner was announced and everyone took their seats at the table. Tom and Amy were seated with a couple from a recently acquired import- export company located near the Port oF Newark.

A good looking man in his mid forties, wearing a five thousand dollar suit walked to the center of the executive table and addressed everyone in a clear, bass voice, "Good evening! Tonight is our Christmas dinner celebration and I hope everyone enjoys our Christmas feast. It has been a good year for ELA Holdings and I want to thank everyone for making this a banner year."

The woman across from Amy remarked, 'That's William Winston, the CEO."

Her husband snarked quietly, "Damn, I might turn gay for a guy that good looking."

The woman back slapped his shoulder, "Mike, STOP!, No you wouldn't"

The man lisped, "I don't know, Sue... he's soooo good looking." He faux flounced in an exaggerated manner.

She looked at him and laughed, "Just stop."

Dinner was served on large ornate carts with silver platters of prime rib, Chicken Cordon Bleau, and an eggplant dish and all four people at the table chose the prime rib.

After Mike selected prime rib, Tom snarked at Mike, "So do gay guys eat prime rib?"

Mike laughed then used a faux deep voice, "What makes you think I'm gay? Prime rib! Caveman grunt!"

Sue sighed at her husband, "Just stop."

Dinner was everything it was hyped to be then a desert cart came by with high end cheesecake for dessert. Once that was done William made the rounds to each table, asked who the employees were and started personally handing out bonus checks.

William approached their table and asked, "And who at this table is working for one of the companies under ELA ownership?"

Both of the women raised their hands. William scanned Sue first then his gaze lingered a tiny fraction of a second too long on Amy and a tiny fraction too long on her bust. While the glance was slightly overlong, it was not leering and he quickly asked, "Names?"

"Sue Warren", "Amy Bladen"

William handed each an envelope and cautioned them to maintain confidentiality as the checks were for differing amounts according to the success of the individual enterprises. Amy used a clean knife from the table to slit open the envelope and peek at the check then showed Tom the net amount: $3525.00. They both smiled. It was nice money, but not life changing.

Amy's boss, Catherine Gardener, and the president of the company she worked for, Daniel Smythe came over to their table, both looking uncomfortable. Carol gave a forced smile, "Uh, Amy, you have been invited to spend some time at the executive table and talk about your career goals."

Amy was as shocked as her husband, got up without thinking and walked over to the executive table by the window. She stood near William who talked to her for several minutes, but the distance and the background noise was too great to make out the conversation. A very large man with dark blonde hair came up to Tom, "You should not be eavesdropping where it is not your business."

Tom's demeanor changed from wondering what was going on to alarm, "My wife is my business."