I would like to thank all the readers who have sent their thoughts about this couple. Dan and Karen have struck a chord with many, and I really appreciate all that have followed them thus far.
Without further ado...
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The reciprocating saw was buzzing loudly in my hands. Earlier today I had finally finished reframing this section of the back wall of the house, as part of the continuing renovation of my house, life, and future.
Karen and I had talked about it often... our future... and come to the general plan that I would continue to live with her and share her bed, while working on my house. My house would then become our house, and she would live with me while I redid certain areas of her house. At that point, we would decide if we even still needed two residences. I was hoping that answer would be 'no'.
With that in mind, Karen had given me some input when I asked about her dream kitchen. That input had resulted in this design change. I liked her ideas, and the idea of her in my / our new kitchen. Preferably naked. We had a good history in the kitchen.
New king studs, doubled up, and new jack studs, also doubled, supported a very large, long, deep flitch beam, with two layers of thick steel sandwiched by three layers of lumber. All the new material was engineered, as specified by my friend the architect who was helping me keep the place from falling down. Laminated veneer, or strand, it was nice, and straight...and incredibly strong. It had to be ; it was supporting the second floor and roof on this corner of the house.
At last, I finished tracing the inside edge of the new opening, and released the trigger. If all was well, one push right... here... ought to do it. I pushed, and it stuck, so I added a kick. An eight foot by twelve foot section of the old wall groaned mightily, and crashed down into the backyard, as planned, leaving me standing in the opening, waiting for the dust to settle. I pulled off my hearing protection, and tipped the safety glasses up on my forehead.
As my ears adjusted, I heard it.
Two voices. Two angry voices.
Two voices I never thought I'd hear at the same time, at least not in this setting.
Karen's throaty register...and Belinda's higher, abrasive screech.
Coming from Karen's backyard.
It's bad enough she's pestering me, but going after Karen is way over the line.
"... because he's my husband, that's why!" Belinda chirped angrily. "Keep away from him, you old bag!"
"Oh sweetie...I may be older, but you're the one who's a bag," Karen laughed. "You're a real sack of shit! And I think you'll find that he
was
your husband, unless you're a bigger idiot than you are a slut. Past tense, honey. He's not yours anymore, and Dan has the paperwork to prove it."
Ooooo...good one baby! Nicely done. Belinda absolutely hates being laughed at. That'll drive her nuts.
I walked out into my yard, angling across toward the fence to peek over. They were on the far side of the pool. Karen was resting comfortably on her lounge, looking quite relaxed, despite the psycho bitch screaming at her from fifteen feet away. I had hoped this scene would never take place, but here it was, live and in stereo.
You're probably wondering how it all started...
*****
After the Tim and Charlotte incident, our true feelings for each other had been forced to the surface, leading to a night that nearly eclipsed our first one for passion. Karen and I were together now, a couple in every sense, but still on the down low. We weren't hiding any longer, but we weren't advertising our relationship, either. So far, no one in the neighbourhood seemed to have taken notice, or at least hadn't said anything.
Another person I wasn't hiding from was Belinda. My ex-wife would probably always be a painful memory. As much as I had moved past her betrayal with my conscious self, the scars did run deep, and the nerve endings were raw. It didn't take much to reopen the wound.
In a perfect world, she would have left town after our divorce, removing the possibility of irritation. Actually, that's not true... because in a perfect world, she'd be burning in hell, or crushed by a rogue asteroid, or... you get the idea.
But... the world ain't perfect, is it? So, I had to live with the possibility, or rather likelihood, that I'd bump into her from time to time. At least I had Karen at my side, making the sting of being reminded about Belinda's disloyalty short lived.
Or so I thought.
The first time was completely innocent, just a long distance glimpse of her in a crowd. I wasn't looking for her, but we had been married for long enough to set her features in my brain as instantly recognizable. I didn't think she saw me, and wasn't looking for a reunion, so I completed my business, and headed for my car.
When I arrived home, Karen was in the kitchen, and I walked silently up behind her, wrapping her in my arms. She was wearing her exercise gear... skin tight, knee length shorts and a crop top. Heather grey, with blocks of black up both sides that made her curves even more obvious, I nearly fell over the first time I saw her in them. Now that she knew how much I loved her in the outfit, she wore it often. I kissed her neck, and cupped her breasts with both hands. I could feel the bra she had on under it.
"Mmmmm, hello my love," she giggled, accepting my grope with a wiggle of her ass against my crotch. "Get everything you needed?"
Well, that's a loaded question, isn't it?
"Everything I needed was here," I whispered, grinding my stiffening cock into her rump, "but I did get the supplies I was looking for." I kissed her neck again. "You'll never guess who I saw while I was out."
"Hmmm," she pursed her lips in thought. "The Pope? Katy Perry? Tiger Woods? Elvis? No, not Elvis... He's dead, how silly of me? Could you narrow it down a little? Otherwise, we might be here all night, and I have other plans for you."
"Fair enough," I laughed. "It's someone I used to know, and someone you're fortunate never to have met."
"Oh," she said coldly, "
Her
. Lucky you. Is she performing with livestock now?"
"Not that I noticed," I replied, holding her tighter. "I just saw her in the crowd, that's all. Made me appreciate you more."
Karen turned in my embrace, and found my lips with hers. It was a long, slow, passionate kiss, and when she was finished, she spoke.
"I'm sorry... Who did you say you saw?"
"I don't remember," I smiled, fondling her softly.
"Good," she breathed. "Now, let's go to bed, and give you something you'll want to remember, shall we?"
***
She was certainly right about creating a pleasant memory, and this was one I hoped we'd reinforce hundreds, if not thousands of times in our future together.
I once read that someone famous and philosophically deep said 'a memory is what is left when something happens, and doesn't completely un-happen'. I suppose I'll never be able to unsee those three men defiling my wife, and never unhear her wanton moans of pleasure as they did. My only hope was to inundate the bad memories with an overwhelming number of good ones, and as far as I was concerned, Karen would be the star of all of them. Tonight would most definitely fit on the good side of the ledger.
I was hardly inside the bedroom before Karen's hands began to undress me. It went pretty quickly, and she pushed me onto my back on the bed to watch her strip for my viewing pleasure.
Oh, how I loved watching her unveil herself for me. Even better, she seemed to truly enjoy doing it, and did it with style.
She stood, in her best modelling pose, and ran her hands up her sides, from knees to bustline, then down again, pausing to hook a fingertip under the waistband at each side. Slowly, first one side, then the other, she peeled the taut fabric down, exposing the black side straps of her g-string, arched high over her hips. She turned, pointing her glorious rear end at me as it too came into view. With a coy sideways glance, she bent from the waist, pushing the yoga pants down her thighs, then kicking them off.
With a flourish, she spun, both arms above her head, until one came down to toy with the tab of the short zipper that held the front closed. Not for long, however, as she tugged it down to open it fully, letting it spring back once the tension was released. She shrugged it off, then very deftly unhooked her bra with one hand, holding it in place with the other. She paused in place, waiting.
"Oh please," I whispered. "Show me, honey."
She smiled, and let the garment drop, along with my jaw. No matter how many times I saw them, her breasts just took my breath away. Her nipples stood tall, and I followed them with my eyes as they swayed with her movements. The g-string was soon on the floor, too, and Karen was slinking across the bed on all fours toward me.
My cock was pointing straight up, bobbing back and forth with each heartbeat that tried to fill it with even more blood, not that there was any room. She grinned as she rubbed her face against the purple head, then opened her mouth and gobbled it down slowly. I watched her lips inch further and further, nearer to the root of my shaft. She tilted her head and peeked at me, smiling as much as possible with a mouthful of dick. Another few long, deep sucking strokes followed, driving me wild with the sensation of lips and tongue swirling around the head. She finally pulled back, and moved closer.
I anticipated that she would impale herself, but she wasn't through torturing me yet, and angled her torso to use her breasts in place of her mouth. She manoeuvred my erection into the deep cleft of cleavage my eyes were locked onto, and squeezed her upper arms together, wrapping my cock in a sandwich of delectably soft flesh. Certainly, Belinda wasn't capable of such an action, as she just didn't have the endowment to make it work. I was delighted that Karen could and would accommodate a tit-fuck any time I wished to feel those big, soft globes around my dick. It was heavenly.
My moans and groans of pleasure more than adequately told her how much I loved it, but she was never one to turn away a compliment, even if she had to ask for it.
"Mmmmm, you like this, don't you?" she asked, as though she really wasn't sure. "You like my big, soft breasts around your hard cock?"
Well, duh
, I thought, but didn't vocalize.
What's not to like?
Still, she was fishing, and it never hurts to remind a beautiful woman how beautiful she is, especially when you're in love with her.
"Karen, honey, I love everything of yours around my cock," I smiled. "You're the reason it's hard to start with, and whether it's your lips, your pussy, your boobs or your butt, I'm grateful we're together."
"Oooooooooo, that was good!" she giggled, continuing to massage my shaft with her resilient tits. "Been saving it long?"
"A few weeks," I laughed back. "You just never know when a really good compliment might be called for."
"Hmmm. Holding out on me, huh?" she asked, crawling higher over my lap. "Well, I'm not holding back... ," she began.
I looked into her eyes, and watched them dilate and flutter as the head of my cock found its favourite hiding place, easing her swollen lips apart as she settled her vagina over it. She rotated her hips rhythmically, pressing down until her soaking labia dripped on my balls.
"... You never know when a really good fucking might be called for!" she gasped, tilting her head back joyfully. "Like right fucking now!"
