Miracle on Slutty 4th Street

This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.)

(Additional note for this series: EACH CHAPTER IN THIS SERIES CAN BE READ ON ITS OWN. Each chapter is self-contained, but if you do read the whole thing, some of the specific details will become clearer and more fleshed-out. Enjoy)

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(Chapter 8)

Tim Carroll's eyes opened, shining in the darkness. Regathering his bearings, it took a moment to remember that he wasn't at his own place but back at his mom's house. He wasn't in his own bedroom, but his childhood bedroom, a fact which, to his sleep addled mind, took him a few moments to adjust to. Lying back, he studied his surroundings. Next to him was his wife Vivian in her nightie, sleeping comfortably on her back. She was usually a heavy sleeper, but Tim was not, especially on a night like this. As Tim remembered what day it was, he couldn't help but let a smile cross his lips.

Christmas.

Even at 32, he still got excited on Christmas day. To put it simply, he loved getting gifts. Getting something for nothing had always been satisfying for him. That's probably why he got in so much trouble in his younger years once he was out of school. He used to spend a lot of time in casinos, hoping to make big bucks with as little work as possible. And well... that usually didn't work out for him.

Except for the one time it did.

One time, he struck big. One time. Not through any game of chance or skill, but in a raffle at the casino, Tim's efforts paid off. Seventy-five thousand dollars, right into his pocket. He was ecstatic. The odds had finally paid off for him, and he'd won big time. Now, he wasn't silly enough to go over to the roulette table and bet it all on black, and he was also realistic enough to know that, chances are, this was the one big payout he'd probably ever get. So he wasn't going to sink any more time at the casino, hoping to win again. He'd won out and gotten a good nest egg in his bank account to spend on fun stuff while working to pay his bills. That was it.

He remembered bragging to his buddies at the bar about his winnings. He was ecstatic and couldn't be contained. He wanted to share news of his windfall with everyone. He was a good-hearted kid at his core, so people were generally happy for him. And the best part was that having a bit of money almost immediately made him much more appealing to the opposite sex, as that same night, at that same bar, he met Esmerelda, a woman who would eventually play a huge role in his life.

Esmerelda... damn, despite everything that happened subsequently, he could still remember the feelings he had upon meeting her. Simply put, she just oozed sex. Every move she made. Every word she said, in the sexy, smoky voice of hers. She was a stunning hot Latina, about his same age, maybe a year or two older. Gorgeous, with stunning hazel eyes, curly brunette hair, plump smooth lips, and a smirk that could make your cock throb, she could make any man melt in front of her. Everything about her conjured dirty thoughts. Golden caramel skin that made you want to run your hands across it. A spectacular, heart-shaped ass that stood out in whatever she wore. So round and firm that it would almost hypnotize you as she walked, with each cheek so perky that it just made you want to smack it. Then there were her breasts. Massive double-F cups that vaulted off her chest, jiggling so lusciously that it would make your mouth water. She always wore tight tops, and her hard nipples would always stick out in everything she wore. Always. It was amazing! She looked like she was poured into whatever tight outfit she chose to wear. Her body was taut and fit while being curvy at the same time. Esmerelda radiated sex with every step she took. She even smelled sexy, whether it was her natural scent or whatever girly fragrances she had on her. Every so often, Tim would get a whiff of a woman in the present and be reminded of Esmerelda, and he would still feel a jolt in his pants. She was sex in high heels, and by the time she approached him that night at the bar after overhearing his story, he found her so overwhelmingly attractive already that she practically had him wrapped around her finger as soon as they met.

Damn. He should have known better, he really should have. But at that point, feeling as good as he did, brimming with confidence and excitement, what did he end up doing?

He fucked the living daylights out of her!

It was incredible! The best sex of his life, bar none. They went at it for hours that night. It was insane. Tim was a good-looking man, and he was shameless enough to have a bit of unearned confidence and swagger, allowing him to have had a good time in his younger years. But this... this was the best ever. This was better than he'd ever had or ever hoped to get. Especially at that age, being young and horny, she was all he could ever want in a girl. Their relationship kept at it for months on end, but it was hard to define it as a relationship. If you counted having sex twice a day, and three times a day on weekends, a relationship, then yeah, that was their relationship. And Esmerelda was absolutely filthy. She was up for anything in bed, and all he could hope to do was keep up. She was hornier than he was, and she was the one always wanting more.

Anyways, their relationship lasted for a few months, and things never slowed down. He was so enraptured by her that he would basically follow her anywhere and do anything for her. Whatever she said or wanted was enough to make him want it too. So, when the time came and she casually mentioned how her older sister worked in investments and stocks and all that stuff, and she casually revealed how she had an inside scoop on an investment that could triple your money, guaranteed. Esmerelda asked if he wanted in. She didn't push it too hard. She didn't demand anything. But she did say that if they were able to get enough money, they could go on vacation together. Go to one of those places that had private beaches where she could wear next to nothing and where they could do whatever they wanted without interruption. The prospect of that was enough for him, which is how he ended up handing her over a check for seventy-five grand, addressed to her, which, combined with her savings, was gonna be their contribution to this plot to triple their money. After showing him her own check to show him that they were in this together, Esmerelda took the check from him with a warm smile and told him that she was gonna run out to meet up with sister to get the ball rolling on their upcoming windfall.

That was the last time he ever saw Esmerelda.

For a long time, Tim made excuses as to why she hadn't come back, or why she hadn't made contact with him, or anything. For days and days, he had faith in her. He was so wrapped around her finger that he made excuses for her beyond the point where anyone would have reasonably given up on her. But eventually, even he began to get nervous, trying to call her friends, or call her phone again and again, like ten times a day, getting increasingly desperate. Eventually, her phone number ended up disconnected, and he was left with no way to contact her. Finally, he was left with no choice but to confront the truth.

Esmerelda had taken the money from him. Taken it and run.

There was nothing he could do. The bank couldn't do anything, as the money was long gone. There was no real legal recourse, because he had willingly given the money over. And that was all ignoring the fact that no one could track her down. He had to face facts. Esmerelda was gone, as was his money.

The worst thing afterwards was the embarrassment when admitting to what had happened. His friends would never let him live it down, but that was to be expected with them, he figured, so it wasn't too bad. But admitting this mistake to his family was the worst. They could barely hide their anger and disappointment in him. His mother shook her head and gave all sorts of 'told-you-so's' for being so loose with his money, and his morals for dating a woman he'd met at a bar. The worst was Frank. Frank was upset at the girl for taking his money, sure, but he couldn't stop running Tim down. His teasing and crapping on him for this admittedly dumb mistake got old fast. And even to this day, Frank clearly looked down on Tim, thinking he was a dumbass. As a brother, he knew Frank would have his back if he was in trouble, but Tim never felt that respect as a man from his brother.

His oldest brother, Dan, was far more sympathetic to his plight. Sure, he would tease his brother lightly, which was to be expected, but he was always warm to him in a way Frank never was. Tim always felt so different from Dan in so many ways. Dan had it all together, having this great, super-strong marriage to Connie, who was really just an incredible person, and he had these two great children. Tim felt so unaccomplished compared to him, and having a wife and a family like his older brother's seemed like what he should be working towards. Instead, he was getting bilked out of his money by wicked seductresses.

It took a while for Tim to get over the whole Esmerelda episode. He boiled in an almost impotent anger, having been successfully bilked out of his windfall by his succubus of an ex-girlfriend. He drank a lot. He returned to the casino, hoping for a repeat at his single stroke of luck, but it never came. And for the longest time, he never forgot about Esmerelda. Despite his anger with her, he couldn't stop thinking about their times together, their sexy times. Her face... her body... it was just... god damn. She was hot fire! Despite how things ended, he couldn't forget about their three months together. And with how crazy hot and sexy she was, and how incredible the fucking had been, part of him couldn't help but wonder if, even knowing how it turned out, if he would do it all again... just to experience her hot body one more time.

Luckily for Tim, despite being a bit of a knucklehead and messing up from time to time, he was an optimist. Sure, he wallowed a bit after the whole Esmerelda thing. But after a few months, he was up to his old tricks, living it up, having a good time. He dated a few times, kept working, and did enough to get by. He still made the occasional mistake, nothing to the degree of Esmerelda, but enough to keep him grounded. He occasionally gambled, but not to the degree he used to, knowing the trouble it got him in before. He didn't live the flashiest existence in the world, which would be nice, sure, but he was satisfied with what he had.

Then he met Vivian.

He often joked that he didn't know what Viv saw in him. She was exceptionally smart, a grad from one of the best business schools in the world. She was successful too, being a higher up at a pretty legit company, with a much better salary than he could ever hope to get, having worked in retail most of his adulthood. She was very type A, and he was, uh... not. She was a couple of years older too, but in truth, she felt decades more mature than him. And she was really beautiful, with long, dark hair, a pale, creamy complexion, sharp, dark, intelligent eyes and an infectious Mona-Lisa smile. Her body was good as well, slim but fit, with a nice butt, and nice perky C-cups. Sure, her butt wasn't as round and firm as Esmerelda's, and her tits weren't massive jiggly melons like hers were. But unlike Esmerelda, Vivian wasn't comprised of pure liquid evil, which was definitely a plus.

They met at his work, surprisingly enough. He was a manager at a sporting goods store, and she came in looking to get a new tennis racket. He wasn't exactly an expert, but he bluffed his way through it, convincing her of the sale. She told him later that she knew he was bullshitting, but she respected the effort. She found it charming, and he was caught off guard when she invited him out for drinks. He accepted, of course, and the rest was history.

They were certainly an odd match, being so different personality-wise. She told him that she was tired of dating boring corporate guys and wanted someone a bit more fun. Tim kinda suspected that she was the type of woman who liked being in charge, and Tim was listless enough that she could sort of run his life and exert that controlling aspect of her personality. It might sound bad, but she was never malicious about it, and frankly, Tim welcomed it. He could be lazy if left to his own devices, and with his propensity for the occasional fuck-up, he kind of needed a stiff, guiding hand to keep his life running smoothly and preventing him from steering too far off the path.

A lot of her friends thought Tim was beneath her, but they were alike in more ways than they realized. He could make her laugh like no other, her sense of humor being far more raunchy than her image might let on, which lined up perfectly to the types of jokes he told. Two, as much as she lifted him up from his normal, listless ways, he got her to relax a bit, getting her into action movies and video games. It had reached the point where she had gotten more first places in those battle royale games than he could, a point which she never let him forget. One time, they were on opposite teams, and she hit him with a headshot from out of freaking nowhere. Her loud yell of "BOOM!" from across the house let him know he'd found the right girl.

They'd been married for just over a year now, after having dated for nearly two years before that. She kept him clear of trouble. Even though at times he might start down the wrong path, such as a friend convincing him of some hot new deal. Or the times he would almost be convinced to hang out with his buddies at a place that would only be trouble, Viv would put a kibosh on that, keeping him focused and on task, providing a service he really needed. And at the same time, his easygoing ways got her to loosen up. They were a good match. He thought he was satisfied with that old life of his, but being in a healthy relationship with a woman who wasn't a crazed money-hungry sex-pot... there was definitely a difference. Vivian made him feel like a better person, which kind of felt like the point of being married to someone.

He was always nervous about bringing her back home. With her, he felt confident and successful. But being back home, he felt like the little brother again. Dan was always cool with him, but Doris always mothered him. And Frank would always be the tough big brother and pick on him. He hated being the little brother and not being taken seriously, and he awaited the day that Frank would fuck up, just so he could hold it over him like Frank had with him. Unfortunately for Tim, Frank seemed to live a great life, having a super nice wife and a beautiful daughter and a successful, noble career. It was infuriating. Maybe someday, Frank would fuck up just as bad as he did, but Tim realized that day was unlikely to come anytime soon.

Nevertheless, he was for the most part enjoying the time back home, seeing relatives he hadn't seen in a while, his in-laws, nieces and nephews. Tim was young at heart, so he'd always gotten along with Dan's kids, Gwen and Max, well. Christiana, Frank's daughter, always loved being around her Uncle Tim, which made Frank boil slightly. And that mild annoyance made Tim very happy.

And because Tim was young at heart, he still got excited for Christmas. Sometimes, Viv would roll her eyes at how excited he got to receive presents, but it was always with a smile. He really loved Christmas, and he still had trouble sleeping the night before. And now that he was awake in bed, he just knew he'd have trouble falling back asleep. It was 3:30 in the morning now. Too early for anyone to be awake, and too early to wake anyone up and get the ball rolling.

When he was a kid, he always woke up early, and his mom would always warn him not to sneak out of his room and spy on the gifts under the tree. He still did it more than a few times, and he also got caught a couple times. He just liked checking out the gifts and getting a tease of the presents to come, while also checking to see who had the most gifts. That's the stuff he would do as a kid. Yet, with that all being said, he was trying his best not to do that now. His curiosity was getting the best of him, and as the minutes went by and rest got farther and farther away, he knew he would not get any peace of mind just lying here. And he didn't want to give in to the temptation to just check out the gifts under the tree. He wasn't a child anymore. But, well... he was feeling parched. What if he went downstairs to get a glass of ice water? Yeah, that might be a good idea. And, if he just so happened to get a glimpse at the gifts under the tree, he certainly wouldn't complain.

Confident in his resolve, he slid out of bed and got on his feet, treading lightly as to not stir anyone. He knew he shouldn't be nervous. He was a grown man. He wasn't going to get in trouble for being awake and moving through the house. That being said, when he opened the door, he did listen hard to make sure no one else was up.

Padding downstairs in bare feet, clad in his pajama pants and an old t-shirt, he reached the ground floor. The living room was bathed in darkness, everything quiet and silent. Nothing seemed off or out of place. As he slowly walked past the living room, he glanced under the Christmas tree, seeing the outlines of the mass of gifts under the tree. He paused for a moment, studying what he saw. Lots of gifts, arranged well under the tree. Looked like a good haul.

Moving on through the shadows, he stepped into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and moving to the fridge, filling it with ice and then water. As the ice crackled in the water, he lifted it to his lips and took a sip, letting the cool water quench his thirst. As he did this, he glanced through the window into the backyard.

The snow was really coming down outside, filling the air, swirling in the wind. He was certainly glad he wasn't out there, thankful for the comfortable warmth of the house. The snow was blowing and obscuring his sight. They had a big backyard here, the yard relatively large and open, right on the edge of the forest. But the snow was swirling so heavily that he couldn't even see the individual trees, just the vague shadow of the forest. Sipping the water, he had almost polished off the glass. He was about to turn away and pull his view from the window when something caught his eye through the swirling snow, something that stopped him in his tracks.

What... was that... was there somebody out there?

For a split second, he thought he saw someone through the snow, at the tree-line. He looked through the window again, unblinking, searching through the darkness and the snow. He thought he saw... THERE! Right there!

The snow cleared for a few moments, allowing him to confirm his earlier glimpse. On the edge of the forest, there was... a person. It almost seemed like... it wasn't just a person. It was a woman. And as he blinked to clear his vision, and the view through the snow cleared up ever so slightly, he was able to confirm one other fact about this woman standing in the snow.

She was completely naked.

The snow let up for a few moments, allowing him a clearer view of this woman. Standing almost up to her knees in the snow, she looked otherworldly, just standing still, expressionless, facing the house. And... yeah, she was definitely naked. This fact was made abundantly clear as it was evident, even from afar, that she had very, very, VERY large breasts. Even seeing them from this far away, they looked absolutely mammoth. Wow. Round and smooth and firm, they vaulted off from her slim frame. The flesh was a creamy pale color and smooth, each massive udder capped with a hard pink nipple. Again, her boobs were just absolutely massive. People would often refer to a woman's breasts as headlights, and here that wasn't an unfair comparison, helping this mystery woman stand out in the darkness. They were a truly excellent set of tits.