Shannon almost shot out of her chaise lounge. Her breasts bouncing back and forth as she whipped her head around to look first at me and then her sister. Her mouth was hanging open in shock. On any normal day, I would be hard pressed to not think about shoving my cock in there to fill the void. But not today. Hey, don’t judge. I had been a faithful and loving husband, but I was still a man.
“Wh.. what… are y… you talk… talking a.. about, D.. David?” my wife sputtered. I knew it was the worst case scenario. The beautiful, confident woman who was my wife had been replaced by the slut with a quivering lip.
“Well, Susan. I can see you are not ready to tell me what has actually been bothering you for the past three days. So I guess I’ll have to wait. But I don’t want to be misunderstood. I will not be fucking your baby sister so that you feel better. Clear?”
I had never been so angry or so sick to my stomach. I wanted to reach up and grab her the throat until all the pain in my gut had been choked out. But, I would just never do that. I couldn’t.
“Holy shit…” Shannon gasped. That mouth was still open, maybe…. nah.
“David, I… I… I…” There was a single tear dropping off her check now. But I really didn’t give a fuck. I was close to losing control of this situation. It was time to get out of dodge, before I left myself in a position without any options.
“I’ll be back on Monday. Take all the ‘fun and sun’ time you need. But be ready to talk when I get back.”
It is amazing how a day’s worth of tanning can turn into an ash white appearance with just a little bit of panic.
“It was lovely to see you, Shannon. I am sorry I’ll be leaving so soon. Oh, and nice tits. Thanks for sharing.” Her mouth was closed now, but the blush was new.
I stood to make my way back into the house, pausing at the door. I could hear Susan sniffling, in an attempt to stave off out and out crying.
“By the way, Susan,” I turned to her one more time.
She didn’t even try to look at me.
“When I get even, it will be on my terms…. not yours.”
I stepped into the house and started closing the door.
“BITCH!”
I think the first sound I heard was her puking up a day’s worth of margaritas. It was hard to tell. I was fairly sure that the second sound I heard was her balling, gasping for breath between wails. I know for certain it was Shannon who said, “Jesus Christ, Susan! What the fuck have you done?!”
***
I spent the better part of a week, trying to work up the nerve to ask Susan White for a date. It was quite unusual for me. I wasn’t lacking in self confidence. I had asked many beautiful women for dates and had rarely been turned down. But I wanted this to be perfect for some reason, and I was deathly afraid of rejection.
As it turned out, I had nothing to worry about.
“Um, excuse me. David?”
Her angelic voice broke me from my day dream. I gazed her smiling face for what had to be the better part of an hour. OK, maybe just a few seconds.
“Hi.”
“David, I uh need a favor.”
“Anything for you, Suze.”
Then that smile again. I was hooked. No doubt about it.
“One of the other pediatric nurses is getting married this weekend and I need a date. Would you be interested in being my escort?”
“I would be honored.”
And that is how I found myself knocking on the door of the ground level apartment of my future wife. Our first date. I know it was crazy, even I would have told you that. But I just knew.
“Hello, David.”
“Hello, beautiful. Shall we?”
“Lead the way kind sir.”
The wedding was tasteful, but uneventful. I sat next to Susan holding her hand occasionally. I barely took my eyes off her. She would glance at me intermittently, always with a smile on her face.
The reception at the restaurant was where Susan really shined. She was the heart of the party. She wasn’t the center of attention and never sought the spotlight but she did move casually from group to group and left each of them smiling and laughing. I think the reception would have died a quick death had Susan not kept the blood flowing. Sometimes I followed her around like a lost puppy, other times I would hang out with a group of guys by the bar shooting the breeze. I turned down a dozen ladies requesting dances.
“I am so sorry. I am just waiting for Susan to come back.” I said over and over in my politest voice.
As the evening wore on and the dance floor filled, Susan returned smiling up at me. “I am not certain I was prepared to defend my turf against so many ladies this evening, Mr. Stephens.”
“Whatever do you mean, Miss White?”
“It seems that I have unknowingly taken the most eligible bachelor off the market and several of the young ladies in attendance are none too pleased.” She lowered her head. “I am sorry I left you alone here, David. You didn’t have to wait for me. And you certainly could have danced with anyone you liked.”
“I plan on dancing with the someone I like, Suze. And I’ll wait to take you to that dance floor until you are ready.”
“Well, OK then.”
She gave me that little smirk and took my hand. I never let it go for the rest of the evening. Fast songs, slow songs. Not even during the last dance when her head was leaning against my chest and her breasts were pressed against me. I tried my best to keep my hard on away from her, but every time I attempted to move away she moved her hips back into me. Finally, I just gave up and enjoyed the feeling.
We chose to walk back to her apartment. It wasn’t that far. We chatted as we strolled. About everything. About nothing. It was wonderful.
When the moment of truth arrived, she gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. It lingered for minute and then she stepped away and paused.
“David, I…” she looked like she was contemplating something but she was just a little unsure. After an almost uncomfortable moment she steadied herself and continued.
“David, I would like to invite you inside, because I know I don’t want the evening to end. But I don’t want to give you the wrong impression about me. I seem to be wrestling with my own thoughts at the moment.”
“Can I say something?”
“Sure.”
“OK. I just want you to know that I am fully prepared to defend my turf against any gentlemen caller because I will definitely be taking you off the market permanently. And, if you invite me in, I promise to stop only for a brief moment of thanks before I start making sure that you never regret that you did.”
We started trading passionate kisses almost immediately. It was a good thing that she lived on the ground floor, because we would have been naked before we got inside her apartment had she lived any higher up.
We had been dating non-stop for three months when my life was changed forever. And not in any way I was hoping.