Dear reader, this story is one of blackmail and coercion, but ending in true love between a more mature woman, and a man thirteen years her junior. Hope you enjoy it, I did.
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Geoff Tyler was sat in his office chair, he was unable to speak, he had just had the biggest shock of his thirty seven year old life. He had been taken by total surprise, utter shock descended over him like a dark cloud, fear, dread, the end of his life as he knew it was at an end.
His house, his home, his family, his lifestyle, his living, and in fact his whole world. His wife would leave him he was sure, and he would be almost certain to go to jail, no not almost, it was 100% certain, all of it would be gone at the press of one button, what was he going to do.
“You need to get a hold of yourself Geoff, don’t let the rest of the team see you like this through the glass separators, they can’t hear you, but they can see you,” said the young man sat in front of him, separated by Geoff’s big desk.
Geoff stared at the small stack of documents spread out in front of him; there were about ten A4 sheets in all. And all were filled with rows of numbers, a running total at the bottom, and the sum of that total was 1.576.846 USD. Although the alternative amount was in Euros, a converted figure last used had been 164USD to 1 Euro.
This was the amount Geoff had squirreled away over the last ten years. He had systematically robbed the firm he had worked for, for the last fifteen years. He had been so sure of himself; he had taken such great care, never once taking huge amounts of money, always small ones. And always when no one could ‘see’ it in the computer system, one that he had helped to set up twelve years ago.
Now his world was in tatters, he felt sick; he threw up into his waste basket. “I understand how you feel Geoff, but hey ho, hey?” the young man smiled at him. Geoff was the financial director of the world wide construction company he worked for, he had a lavish lifestyle, he had a beautiful wife, two fantastic children, and all to live for.
The young man sat opposite him, he grimaced when Geoff was sick in the bin, he rose and opened a window. He was Marty Peters; he was Geoff’s junior assistant, a sort of gofer, but also he was being trained by the great man. His father was a big wheel in the industry and had requested that his son enter a works experience programme for six months before returning to college. To complete his degree in Political, Financial and Corporate. He had two weeks left before he left for good.
Marty was nearly twenty one years old, and was super savvy with computers, his father had worked as a soft ware designer and engineer, and could find his way around any computer in the world, and this knowledge he had passed on to his extremely clever son.
And Marty had been going back through time on Geoff’s computer learning the programmes he himself had set up. Geoff knew he was using his machine, but wasn’t troubled or concerned about it, but he should have been! Marty noticed anomalies on several classified balance sheets, it piqued his interest, things like that always did, he wasn’t looking for anything devious, but that’s what he found.
It took him more than three months to piece things together and finally and incontrovertibly, it was Geoff Tyler’s doing, he had unloaded from the firm the undeniable sum of 1.576.846 USD. Marty’s first thought was, shall I say nothing, shall I go upstairs with it, shall I challenge Geoff himself, but this would give him chance to delete the evidence Marty had uncovered, then blown him out of the water, and ruined his upcoming career before he even got started on it.
At almost twenty one years old Marty was fully grown man, and he was an impressive specimen of a man too. Good looking, tall at six feet two, 190lbs. He had had girlfriends from a young age, and he was more than sexually competent, his last one, a divorcee would confess to that. And he had a brain so sharp you could cut yourself on it. He was a rising star of that he was certain, but now he wondered what to do, it was only money after all. But surely the great man had enough already?
And then came the one thing that made his mind up as to what to do, it was dangerous, it could blow up in his face, but he was confident enough in himself to believe it wouldn’t. He had met Geoff’s wife two weeks ago at a company brunch. She fascinated him, she was gorgeous, she was also very intelligent, which he knew would or should work in his favour.
Kelly Tyler was a real honey, five feet seven inches, long glossy auburn hair, a figure that any woman would kill for, but it was her face that captivated him, it was beautiful, and the thing(s) that pointed him in her direction, after he had weighed up the pro’s and con’s of what to do, were her lips. He had tried not to stare, but every facial contortion she pulled, a smile, a grin, a purse, a whistle like blow, even a grimace, said to the whole world and to him in particular. ‘You want to kiss me don’t you?’
She was thirty four years old, and was all woman, she was elegant in her movements, demure, yet debonair, she, to Marty, was sex on legs. Her eyes were bright and investigative; he surmised that when she was glancing around she was appraising people. Her gaze fell on him, their eyes met; he felt the heat from the twenty yards he was from her. He locked his eyes on her and fired back, then he tipped his drink to her in acknowledgement, and winked. Marty saw the flicker of a smile before she turned away. To him she was the most stylish woman he had ever laid eyes on; he got a hard on just looking at her that day.
Marty had reluctantly decided that a little blackmail might not go amiss, and his target wasn’t Geoff or his illicit money, no, it was his gorgeous wife Kelly, and it would have to happen this weekend, because the following week he would be gone for good, never to return. And really, he thought, if the worst comes to the worst then I’ll make him return the money and forget it.
And now he was about to detonate the bomb he had been preparing in his mind. “Mr Tyler, Geoff,” he said quietly, “this is your own doing, you have embezzled a lot of money, it can’t be denied, the bank account numbers are all there. The twenty three from the company and the one you have in the Cayman Isles.”
Geoff sat there stunned, his mind was doing cartwheels, tossing situations around in his head, and discarding them as fast as each one appeared, he was in sthuck, the deep mucky brown stuff, deep shit! He was already drowning, going under, the quick sand had him and he was being sucked down, and no life belt!
“You have become your own Nemesis Geoff,” Marty said, “What do you think I should do Geoff, shall I take this upstairs to the head man Geoff? But I think we know what will happen when they investigate all this don’t we Geoff,” he told him, the constant use of his name irritated ‘Geoff.’ Marty pointed at the documents. “You’ll be in the nick Geoff, and the keys thrown into the river, you’ll be an old man before they let you out, Geoff!” Marty had no idea if this was true, and he was guessing Geoff didn’t either.
“What do you want you little bastard,” Geoff got tough, “do you think you can blackmail me you cunt!” Marty smiled inwardly, ‘nice Geoff, real nice,’ he said to himself. “Half Marty, is that what you want hmmm, half of the money, maybe all of it?” His tough guy act fell on deaf ears.
“Right then Geoff, if that’s your attitude I’ll send it all up to the head conch right now,” he got out of the chair and headed for the door. ‘If he calls my bluff now I’m goosed,’ Marty told himself, he turned the door knob, and Geoff called him back. His voice was weak, he was beaten, Marty had got him, now Marty smiled, but not at Geoff. ‘Part two coming up,’ he muttered under his breath.
“You want to talk Geoff?” Marty was confident now.
“What do you want Marty, tell me, I don’t care what it is, you’ve got me. I’m done, my life will be over if you let this out,” he dropped his head into his hands before looking at his tormentor. Outside of his office people were milling about, sat at their desks, doing their jobs.
“Geoff,” he said,” there are two things I have in mind that I can do, and which one I do will be yours to choose.”
“What are they; tell me, I’ll do whatever you say okay?” Geoff said almost brokenly. He knew what the first one would be, Marty went up stairs. But he had no idea what the second choice would be, and it would bowl him over, head over heels.
“Good Geoff, we have to keep this civil,” Marty said, “and please remember where you are, any commotion in here from you will have devastating consequences, only for you though, not for me.”
“Will you get on with it!” Geoff growled.
“I am having a long weekend this week, you already know that don’t you; you signed it off for me, Friday through Monday, yes?” Geoff nodded. Marty took a deep breath, “Okay,” he said, first option, One, I can go upstairs, and you are out of here, and you go straight to jail, agreed?” Geoff nodded his head, he was shitting himself wondering what No two would be.
“Number two Geoff is,” Marty sucked in oxygen, “Kelly, your beautiful wife, spends this weekend with me,” it was all he said, Marty saw Geoff’s ears change colour, his cheeks flushed, he was coming to the boil. Marty quickly hooked his thumb over his shoulder a few times, indicating the staff in the outer office.
Geoff saw him, glanced up and got the message; but it didn’t stop the rage at the suggestion. He was gripping the edge of his desk in utter anger. “How dare you even suggest such a thing you horrible little shit. I’ll tell you what, take the fucking papers up, I’d rather you do that, because you are NOT getting my wife!”
He threw them at Marty, Marty groaned inwardly, he’d fucked it up, intending now to get up and leave, forget about it and walk away, He would tell his father he had learned all he could, he stood, looked at Geoff, turned and walked to the door.
“Stop,” Geoff said, “stop, how can you do this Marty, I thought we were friends, colleagues. What do you think Kelly will do, do you think she will say yes?”
“I don’t know what she will say Geoff,” Marty replied, but he was a lot happier than he was ten seconds ago, “but you ought to ask her, today is Wednesday, let me know by tomorrow afternoon, or the docs go up!” he told his boss, and walked out. Marty was shaking like a leaf in a gale, he had actually had the nerve to do it, and at the moment things were going more or less as he had hoped, and planned for.
Geoff left work early that day, he didn’t even glance at Marty who watched him go, and wondered if he would get a telephone call that night, or the shit hit the fan tomorrow, there was no record of their conversation, so he could play the dummy if things went tits up.
He never got any contact that night, but in the Tyler household, just after the children were put to bed. Geoff sat his wife down and told her the whole story. How unwittingly he had uncovered a loop hole in the accounting system, and for a joke had lifted money from it. He had opened an account in the Caymans, he had always intended to return the misappropriated money, but he hadn’t, and now ten years on he had stolen over one and a half million.
“My God Geoff, you must return it, and now! If anyone finds out you’ll go to jail and never be employed again, your life, our life, and probably us, after the stink, would be over too.” She wrung her hands and stood up. He followed her around the house, trying to hug her, she shrugged him off.
“All this time I have believed you to be a pillar of society, a fine upstanding law abiding citizen, and now I find out you are nothing but a common crook, a criminal, I hate you!” she blubbed. He took her in his arms; she stayed there for a moment before pushing him away.
“So,” she said, regaining her composure as much as she could, “what are we, correction, what are you, going to do about it. It’s a good job no one knows but you and me!” He looked at her, he wanted to tell her about Marty but he lost his balls. Kelly stared at him, she suddenly grew fearful, “what is it, what is it you are not telling me Geoff, come on, out with it!”
His head dropped, “There is someone else, whom knows, and I’m in real trouble Kel, I don’t know what to do?” Kelly was shocked to the core.
“So that’s the reason you’ve told me, it wasn’t a guilty conscience was it, you had to tell me, because you are going to be exposed aren’t you?” she screamed at him. He tried to shush her, telling not to wake the kids. Kelly pushed him so hard he went backwards over a chair, and landed heavily on the floor.
“Who else knows Geoff, who is it, what can we do, what can you do, is there anything I can do?” she kicked him in the ribs before he got back up. “This has to be contained, because if this gets out, you and I are finished, and you’ll never see me or the kids again, I can guarantee it!” He sat in a chair, put his head in his hands, now he had to tell her of Marty’s demand, it was his only way out.
“Do you remember young Marty from the company brunch two weeks ago?” he asked her. Kelly thought for a moment, and then she remembered the good looking young man who was her husband’s assistant, and she remembered his cheeky grin, tipping his drink to her suggestively, and lastly, she remembered him winking at her. She had liked his impish smile, and the way he tilted his head.
“Not him Geoff, are you serious, his father is one of the most influential people you could know,” she said, “what does he want, how did he find out?”
“He found out because he went into my machine and discovered the files, he wasn’t looking for them, he wasn’t looking for anything, he was learning the programme’s I had made for the company. It was supposed to be unbreakable, but somehow he did it.”
“So now we’re getting somewhere,” Kelly said, her lips pursing, Marty would have creamed his pants if had seen her do that, he loved it. “We’ll buy him off, he must have a price, what did he say he wanted?” She saw a grey pallor cover her husband’s face, for some reason she didn’t like it, this was going to be bad, she knew it.
“He does have a price Kelly, and as far as I can see it’s really the only one that’s on offer, he either goes upstairs and reveals what I’ve done, or.” He stopped speaking looking helplessly at his beautiful wife.
“What Geoff, or what!” she shouted at him, “come on you fucking coward,” she railed at him, she never ever swore, she was so upset, angry and scared.
He stared at her, “His other option was that, er, ah, er, you, er Oh God Kelly,” he faltered, took a huge breath, and said, “he wants you to spend this upcoming weekend with him, for three days, and nights,” he added morosely. Kelly fell into a chair, her legs had given way, she stared about her wildly, unseeing, uncomprehending.
“You are telling me that the only way out of this, to stop you going to jail, to stop us losing everything we have, is if I share a bed with him, let him have me, is that it?” her voice was loud and weak. Her husband could only look at her. “And where will all this take place Geoff, here in our home, in a hotel, where Geoff, fucking where!”
“I don’t know Kel, he never got that far, I don’t want you to do it, I really don’t?” he bleated.
“Well Mr fucking bighead, Mr embezzler, Mr know all, you tell me what we, or I, can do about it, it looks to me like you, or I, don’t have a fucking option, do we, do I, do you?” Her husband hung his head; he was totally shamed, lost, and completely beaten. Kelly sat in her chair, tears were in her beautiful eyes, and her lips trembled.
Geoff went to his wife to comfort her, but she just slapped him, “don’t you come near me you dirty horrible nasty thieving bastard! I’m going to bed, and don’t even think of coming with me, you are in the back from now on, and probably for the rest of your cheap life,” she really did hate him in this very moment. That night, as with Marty, they all tossed and turned, each wondering what the next day would bring.
In the morning Kelly was up first, her husband came down bleary eyed, she made breakfast, the kids were upstairs playing, he attempted conversation, but his wife turned away, she wasn’t interested in what he had to say. When he put his coat on to go to work, she said to him.
“Have Marty pick me up at five Friday afternoon, I’ll be ready to go with him to where ever he wants to take me, you loser!” she told him, “And tell him this, if he can’t do me properly, I’ll kill him, I’m not doing this just to be a stand in, an extra at the theatre. And I’ll want you to know I have been screwed by a real man, by a man with real balls!” She pushed him out of the door and slammed it shut.
Then she reopened it, threw a bag at him that she had prepared, and said, “And I don’t want to see you until this is over, use a hotel tonight because you won’t get in here! I’ll have the baby sitter arranged for Friday afternoon.” The door slammed in his face again. When he got to work he was still in shock, as soon as Marty came in he called him into his office.
“My wife has, very reluctantly agreed to your demands, I will hate you forever for this Marty, and one day if I can, retribution will be exacted.” He told him of Kelly’s instructions regarding picking her up at five, ordered him out of his office and never to set foot in it again. Marty was as shocked as Geoff was, he had decided that if Kelly had said no, then he would have gone away, a sad boy.
But she hadn’t, she had agreed and now, all bar the shouting he would have her for three days and nights. He knew it would be difficult getting to her, but if he didn’t succeed, he would show his ass in a shop window for a week, he was that confident. He quietly gathered his belongings, rang personnel and told them he was sick and was going home, he left and would never return. The files and documents, unknown to Geoff, were already shredded and deleted. He was actually home free with his money, Marty didn’t care.
He drove out to his grandmother’s home, she was with his parents and Marty had the keys. He would make everything ready for Kelly’s visit, he did not intend to rush her, he would try to woo her, be nice, attentive, and listen to every word. He prepared the BBQ, bought steaks and fish, salad, and most important, six good bottles of mixed fine wine, white and rose.
He also searched his grandmother’s music library, and found what he wanted, waltz type music, cheery, but soft. There was a large summer house in the garden with a veranda that he could dance with Kelly on, he hoped. And a babbling brook tinkling past, he tested the music for sound, got it all in tune, the speakers were set, he left it ready for use.
He went into the master bedroom, and remade the bed with fresh satin sheets, turned each corner down, he checked right around the house, there was nothing he could see that would give her rise to question him, all he wanted was Geoff’s wife here now, he was as ready as he would ever be!
That night in the spare bedroom Marty had to jack off, the thoughts of what he was going to do, and whom he was going to do, it was too much, he blew a full load hard and long all over his chest. He slept soundly. In the Tyler household Kelly told the children that daddy was away for a night, but would be home tomorrow, but then told them that she had to go away for three days because nanny was feeling unwell.
In the hotel Geoff lay awake all night trying to come up with a way out, he failed, then he fell asleep, he awakened to be one hour late for work, he rang in and said he would be there after lunch, instead he went to the bar down stairs and got rip roaring drunk. It was eleven o clock in the evening when he came round.
He thought about ringing Kelly but decided not to, he wasn’t brave enough. He thought of ringing Marty, but he had no intention of begging him not to do this to him, he wept instead at his utter foolishness. The following morning Geoff went to work and managed to get through the day.
At five o clock Marty pulled up at Kelly’s home, she saw him through the window, and picking up her valise, she walked out to meet him. She didn’t speak; she just got in the car and told him to ‘go!’ Geoff left work about the same time and went home, the babysitter was there waiting for him, she was cheery and happy, he paid her and she left, the children were upstairs, Geoff sat down and cried by himself.
Marty drove for over an hour to his grandmother’s home, Kelly, despite herself was impressed by it. It was a big thatched house, set in very well cared for gardens, the high gate rolled back at the press of a remote button and Marty drove in. He drove along the deliberately winding drive and parked at the front. Kelly admired it, it was beautiful.
Marty took her case and walked her in, up to now she hadn’t spoke, but then she said, “This is a beautiful home Marty, it can’t be yours?”
“No its not, not yet anyway, it’s my grandmother’s, but it’s been willed to me though, so in a sense it’s mine.”
She turned to him, and said. “Why are you doing this Marty, what have I done to you, you don’t even know me really, why?” she asked him, hurt in her voice. He took her arm, turned her and she was looking into a full length mirror.
“That’s why Kelly, look at yourself, and tell me why you might think why I’m doing this.” She did look fantastic, although she hadn’t made any special attempt to look as good as she was, she just did. She also knew how good she always looked no matter what attire she had on. She grimaced, Marty’s prick jumped. Her lips looked so inviting, he wanted to grab her and kiss her half to death, but he didn’t.
He showed her into the huge sitting room, it was a feminine room and Kelly noticed, there was a huge oak topped fireplace, wide airy windows, she sighed, this was the home she had always wanted.
“Come Kelly, let me show you the gardens,” this disarmed her; she was waiting for the pounce, the grab, the hug, the need to get her into bed. Marty took her hand and led her through the French windows and into a very beautiful expansive rear garden, there the slabbed pathway wound its way all around the edge, and he walked her, all the while holding her tiny hand. He stopped when she did; she smelled the flowers, talked a little about this plant and that.
When they got back thirty minutes later she was more at ease with him, she was still wary, but she was more trusting of him now, not to just take her and use her. He could of course, but she thought he was being patient, and she appreciated that, she knew why she was here though, and it was to share his bed.
Marty was pleased with the way things were going, the most embarrassing part would be actually getting her into bed, after that, nature would take its course, he thought. As the evening progressed, he asked her to walk into the garden with him again, but he lit the BBQ before they went.
When he led her on to the veranda of the summer house, Kelly tensed, ‘is this where I get what’s coming to me?’ she thought. “Would you like to dance Kelly,” he asked her gently, “do you dance at all?” This took her aback, he was being so charming and kind, he was giving her space, room to breathe.
“Erm, I er, well yes I do Marty,” she told him. He pressed a button on the machine and music filled the air, he took her arm, placed his around her and lifted her right hand in his left. Marty had two left feet, but he always tried. His grandmother had taught him to dance fairly well, though he would never win any prizes.
He waltzed her around on the veranda, and Kelly, despite her misgivings began to enjoy it, their bodies connected here and there, and she was aware of the young man holding her and guiding her around, and she was also aware of ‘him!’
When they finished she thanked him for the nice surprise, and that she had enjoyed it. “I never get the chance anymore,” she told him, “I’m always too busy nowadays.” He took her hand again, and walked her back to the house, ‘Now?’ she thought.
But he surprised her again, “How do you like your steak Kelly, unless you prefer fish?” he asked her. He got out two nice steaks and flopped them on the side.
“I’ll have that one, and medium rare please,” she said, “what else have you got?” seeing the food and smelling the BBQ made her realise that she hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday, and now she was starving.
“Salad’s in the refrigerator, wines in the cooler, your choice,” he told her with his first bright smile, Kelly found herself smiling back at him. She tossed the salad, found some flutes and put them in to cool too. “Steaks are ready Kelly,” he called, he was getting pretty familiar, she thought.
It was as if he had read her mind, “Sorry,” he said, I’m getting ahead of myself calling to you like that.” He plopped her steak on a warm platter, and then his, she made the salad and served it. The steaks were done to perfection and Kelly wolfed it all, he poured wine, she sank that, and held out her flute for another, this went down a little more slowly. He put the dishes in the sink, ‘for tomorrow,’ he told her.
“Nope,” she told him, “we’ll wash them now,” conversation over, she washed, he dried. Then after wiping their hands he took hers again and escorted her into the sitting room, he put more music on, he asked her to dance again. She accepted and they moved their way around, somehow she ended up against him, but she didn’t pull away, she was enjoying an evening like she hadn’t for a long time.
In between the dancing they consumed another glass of wine, which was one more than Kelly was used to. She felt good in herself, she still knew where she would be heading later, but now it wasn’t bothering her like it had been, there was an air of inevitability about her.
“I hope you don’t mind me telling you Kelly,” he said, “but to me, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met.”
Kelly found her playful side, and surprised herself by her response. “I’m only beautiful to you Marty, what about everyone else, don’t you think I’m beautiful to them too?” a smile played on her lips. He stammered and stuttered, he had said the wrong thing, he had upset her, it was the last thing in the world he wanted to do tonight.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that,” he blabbered, “what I meant was, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, or even seen in my life.” Then he leaned down and kissed her, it was so sudden Kelly didn’t pull away, she didn’t kiss him back, but she held her ground. When he finally broke, the embarrassment on his face was obvious, but he told her clearly. “You are definitely the most beautiful woman in the whole world!”
Kelly appreciated his sincere words, she could also see he was a little uncomfortable, wasn’t finding this easy, ‘he is still a young man,’ she thought, ‘he probably needs a few years yet.’ Then Kelly’s motherly instincts kicked in, her mind went blank, she put her hand to the back of his head, pulled him down and into the kiss he was dying for. ‘He needs me, he’s shy, he needs me to love him,’ she decided.
She pulled away, Marty followed but she put her hands on his chest and held him off, he would do what she told him to do, she knew that now. “We both know why I’m here Marty, you have blackmailed me and my husband, but there is nothing I can do about it. You hold all the cards apparently. So,” she said softly, “shall we get on with it?”
Marty nearly ran off with her, but he managed to stay still for a moment, he leaned in hoping at least for another kiss, even a small one would give him the courage he needed right now. She did, she kissed him, Marty took her hand again, and in a rather flamboyant, romantic way, he told her. “Kelly I want to waltz with you all night, but not down here!”
She couldn’t stop herself from smiling, she liked that, she liked his words a lot, and in spite of what he was doing, to her and her husband, she was definitely warming to him. “Well young man, let’s go and see if you have the stamina for dancing all night long, shall we?” He kissed her again, and suddenly Kelly found herself tight in his arms, she breathed deeply, the hard body, the bony frame, the muscular indentations, and that little lump pressing into her pussy area made her gasp within herself.
Then he stepped away, her hand in his, he led her into the hallway, at the bottom of the stairs, he allowed her to precede him, at the top after being blinded by her swaying rump, he directed her to the front bedroom. When they got there Kelly stopped, she needed to think for a moment.
She was about to be unfaithful for the first time in her life. She had had many opportunities in the fourteen years she had been married, a woman whom looks as good as Kelly does always gets offers, some even very tempting. And she had been thinking lately of going elsewhere for sexual relief, Geoff, her husband had been doing nothing but work for the last three or four years. Kelly knew that one day, sooner or later she would step outside of her marriage vows. Well now the day had arrived, it was here. Blackmail or not, she was here with another man, one thirteen years younger than her, but that didn’t matter one jot.
Geoff’s face popped into her lovely head, she sighed, shook it and he disappeared with the thought that, ‘This is your doing Geoff, you’ve brought this on yourself, no one else is to blame but you.’ She turned to Marty, kissed him, now she knew what to do and how to do it. “Marty I want you to go into the bedroom, get undressed and get into bed, and wait for me okay. Just call me as soon as you are in okay?”
“But,” he said, Kelly pressed a finger to his lips silencing him, she nodded to the door.
“Trust me Marty, please?” He did as he was told reluctantly; he had visions of her scurrying out of the door and leaving him. He went in and practically tore his clothing off, and dived into bed, leaving the cover almost down to his prick, it barely covered him.
“I’m in Kelly,” he called and waited with breath bated. The door slowly went back and she stepped in, the look on her face told him there would be no snags, no inhibitions, no rejection. She walked to the side of the bed, he started to reach for her, but she mouthed ‘No.’ Then Kelly locked him in with her eyes, she reached behind her and Marty heard the slight ripping of a zip, then Kelly crossed her arms, gripped the top of her dress and drew it down from her shoulders.
Marty lay there goggle eyed and immobile. He watched in sublime amazement as the beautiful wife of his boss allowed the dress to slide down her hips and to the floor, with the flick of a foot it flew away. She was in a bra and small panties, almost a thong, if there was one thing Kelly did do, it was always to wear sexy underwear, and today had been no different.
Reaching behind her she unclipped the bra, and cupping her own tits, she took a huge silent breath and released her fabulous breasts to him. Marty gaped in wonder, his prick was ready to shatter, it was that hard. Kelly slid her hands down her smooth sexy body allowing her thumbs to hook into the elastic and begin to slide them off.
She turned at the same time, now her rear end was on view, Marty shot his load, his prick which was poking out blasted hot cum all up his chest. He grabbed the corner of the top sheet and wiped it up, and also keeping his eyes on the beautiful sight before him. Her ass moved around as she took her time, she wanted him to get more than an eyeful of it.
When it had gone she stood slowly, the turned to look at him, she smiled. “Well Marty,” she said lustily, she was more aroused herself than she had prepared for, “are you happy with me, am I what you have been wanting hmmm, do I excite you Marty, do I?”
“Oh Kelly, you have no idea how much you excite me, how much I have wanted you from the first second I saw you. I want you, I need you, I think I love you, please,” he said, and held out his arms. Kelly shook her head, instead she pulled the covers down revealing the fine young man that was about to find the treasure of his life, pure gold was his to be had.
Kelly was impressed, ‘he really does have a good body doesn’t he?’ she asked herself, and then her eyes feasted on the very good prick that was still hard, and nearly lying on his stomach. She saw the cum dripping on the end. She smiled, now she knew what had happened, he had cum because of what she had done, the way she had stripped for him. Her eyes flashed from side to side, and there on the corner of the bed sheet was the incriminating evidence.
But Kelly being the woman she was never mentioned it, she ignored it completely, she also knew that given a good wind Marty would be on his second, and he was good to go for a long ‘dance.’ She grinned at him, reached out, took his prick. “Well Marty,” she breathed sexily, “I don’t know about you but I’m ready to rock and roll, we can waltz later, you?” She was unintentionally fully up for being made love to, she needed it desperately, she wanted to be in the arms of a strong man, a personable man. And Marty was that man; he had behaved impeccably since he had picked her up. And Kelly had walked down the path of his subtle seduction, got to the gate of love at the other end, and unhesitatingly had walked through it.
Kelly briefly thought of Geoff, and then he was gone, for good. Marty grabbed her, pulled her to him and the first real kiss of love and passion was passed between them, they attacked each other, her right hand had his cock and balls, he had nipples, lips had lips, Body had body. They play fought, all the while building in each other an unstoppable train of lust and love, that would carry them through the night to their destination.
Kelly pushed him on to his back and got over him, her thoughts were, ‘The first one is mine, if I’m being made to do this, then I’m doing it my way, and I’ll enjoy it my way.’ She kneeled over him, his prick in her hand, her other on his flat chest; she already liked his body, young, vibrant and strong.
Then she stopped, he tried to keep going, “stay still Marty, I need to talk first,” she told him, he looked at her misunderstanding on his handsome face. “Am I being blackmailed right now, am I?” But his instincts were to fuck her from below; Kelly hooked her feet over his thighs, put both hands on his chest, and lifted herself up when he pushed. “Am Marty, tell me”• she demanded, he had no idea of what she was talking about, wanting to know. Of course he wasn’t blackmailing her, it was her husband not her.
“If you really want to know Kelly,” he panted, wanting to get on with it, “I’m blackmailing neither of you, I destroyed and deleted all the files yesterday, they are no more. Your husband has one and a half million that no one knows about.” Kelly’s mouth dropped open, she was frozen in place.
Marty saw the look, grabbed her, threw her over on to her back and mounted her, and he mounted her so fast, and so hard, Kelly was driven into blissful sexual happiness in one second flat, the cocking she had been needing for the last three years or more was on her, in her, and taking her!” Kelly was in lust. Her luscious legs closed over him, her arms encircled him, her white even teeth got his neck and chest.
Marty battered her with such lust, it was almost perverted, the Gods had smiled on him this day by making him cum earlier, now he was in full battle mode, and if a war was wanted by Kelly, he would take it to her. He had in fact already begun the irresistible charge. He would first, rout her, and defeat her, then take her captive, and all by his rock hard manic prick.
He being the young man he was, and whilst he as sexually capable of screwing any woman to the wall. He was blissfully unaware that he was giving Kelly, the absolutely exact screwing she was needful and desirous of, she gave way to it completely. She wasn’t interested now in controlling him. He had her not only where she wanted to be, but also where he wanted her to be, underneath him. She was full of his beautiful cock, and now she was covered by his beautiful body, ‘he is a beautiful boy,’ she told herself, as she hung on to him while her defeat was acted out.
The climax that fell upon her hit every nerve ending in her body, from the top of her head, her finger tips to her toes, it swamped her, it almost finished her off completely, she couldn’t breathe it was that tight, that hard, and that consuming, it almost ate her alive.
Marty above her was in his own world, he was building a second front in his balls, his testicles were scraping together enough new spunk for its second bombardment. It controlled him, he knew he was going to cum, and he did, the pain in his love chute was excruciatingly fabulous, he grunted, screwed his face as his shot his full load deep into Kelly’s forgiving pussy.
She wanted to tell him not to cum in her, that she wasn’t on the pill; her husband used condoms when they had sex. But her voice failed her, speech was impossible, breathing was an effort. Kelly’s hot pussy was unprotected from the vital potent seed that Marty pistol fired into her, and right into her womb where her eggs shook hands with his tadpoles.
Marty’s hold on her slackened, hers on him did likewise apart from her legs, and they held him tight, her heels hooked just under his ass. She was made to do this by her pussy; it was busily sucking the last dregs of Marty’s baby making seed deep in to where it belonged. They both gazed at each other, both in awe but for different reasons, he because he had at last made love to and fucked the woman that dreams were made of, his dreams.
She, because she had been given what her body, and pussy had been craving for these past years. “Marty, oh Marty, that was fantastic, you are fantastic, how have you learned all this, you are so young?” she told him.
“I haven’t learned it Kelly,” he said quietly, “I am like this because of you, and it’s you that has just taught me. But I know I will forever be this way with you, even if I don’t see you again, it would always be this way, because of who you are. And what you are, simple as that.”
Kelly’s eyes filled with tears, she moved him off her, he was so heavy, and she liked his weight on her too. But she wanted to lie with him, her head on his shoulder, an arm and a leg draped over him, she flicked her long hair away. She picked up his still half hard and still throbbing prick and looked at it. “So that’s it then, the cock that has just given me the most satisfaction, and contentment I have had for years,’ she told herself.
“So Marty,” she said softly, “if I’m not being blackmailed, I am free to go am I, right?” She felt his body stiffen, she smiled, she was teasing him, she had no intention of leaving. First and foremost, she had loved the love making they had just had for each other. Second, she wanted Geoff to suffer, and he would know she was being screwed by his young assistant, but not how much, how long for, or how hard, and how terrifically good, if this first one was anything to go by.
Marty was almost stricken, “yes,” he whispered, “but please Kelly, don’t go, not now, not after what we’ve just done, please?” She adored his sincerity, his obvious adoration of her, his need shone through like a beacon on a cliff top on a dark night. She held herself tight to him, scratched his scrotum making him mewl.
“Don’t worry Marty, I’m not going anywhere until Monday okay?” she told him, “you’ll have me for yourself until then, but please don’t fall in love with me, I have my children, I won’t hurt them for anyone.” This appeased him completely, ‘mine all weekend, I can make love to her all day and night, if you keep up!’ he told his prick, with a happy grin on his face.
“Let’s take a walk in the garden,” she said suddenly, then she jumped out of bed and raced off, leaving him to struggle from the it. By the time he got down stairs Kelly was dancing on the grassed lawn, the rear was totally secluded and private. She danced like an elf in the night, naked and twirling happily in the moon light.
Seeing him, she shot off again and into the summerhouse, pushing the long sofa swing as she went past. ‘There,’ she told him in her head, ‘that’s next!’ He caught her and forced her into his arms, she was giggling, she was a little girl again playing in the garden, running wild and free. His prick hardened between her legs, Kelly was already ready for him, she didn’t need any coaxing what so ever.
“Marty,” she whispered, “on there!” she pointed to the swinging sofa, he humped her off her feet and was lowering her on to it in a flash. She turned herself into it, her side tight against the back, her body upturned for him, he got in, and he got in. Kelly moaned, it felt different, ‘maybe,’ she thought, ‘because I’m moving and swaying.’ Marty got on with the job in hand, of fucking his ex boss’s wife out of her mind. All that was in his mind was to make her happy; he had an innate desire for that. To make her want him again and again, and he was succeeding more than admirably.
Kelly’s eyes were shut tight as Marty drove in and out, he was another planet, he was on planet FUCK! His arms, her arms, and her legs, bonded them together in a flood of flesh and emotion. His weight held her in the optimum position for the greatest fuck she had ever had. Marty surpassed himself, his hips rising and falling in close knit uniformity.
His prick was a tool of hard flesh that had been fashioned solely for Kelly, made to fit her glorious love hole. It had no other role in life, other than to fulfil her needs. His lips kissing hers, it always gave him added necessity to kiss her more. He loved the way they melded to his, the soft sweet taste of her. They held him as if chained to her by unbreakable links.
Kelly was in continuous orgasms, one after the other rolled and crashed against her mind and soul, her pussy convulsing as if struck by epilepsy. Marty was about to cum, his grip on her tightened, his weight seemed to increase, and Kelly was forced further into the seat. He blasted more of his cum right into her womb it all went where it was now intended to go.
She had already decided before that his cum would go where ever it was targeted, and she would get the morning after pill on Tuesday. But unknown to her that would already be too late, and in the event, she forgot anyway. She was already pregnant. Marty relaxed, Kelly sucked in breath, which was difficult as he was laid right on her, crushing her into the seat.
“Darling,” she gasped, he looked at her, his eye balls wobbling, “please baby, I need to breathe.” He lifted up immediately, “thank you honey, you are quite heavy you know.”
“I’m sorry Kelly, have I hurt you?” she could see the concern on his face; she stroked it lovingly, kissed him even more lovingly, and said.
“No Marty, I quite like being crushed, it make me feel like you mean it when you love me.”
“I do mean it, and I do love you?” he told her, then apologised for saying it.
Kelly sighed softly, her lips pursed, he kissed them. “Yes Marty I think you do, but I have my children, and I’m sorry but I won’t disrupt their lives by leaving Geoff, not for you, not for anyone, I’m sorry.” He understood, and nodded his head sadly.
“I’ll never hurt you Kelly; I will be out of your life as soon as you leave me.” He told her, “I know how you feel, but I will always love you, and there’s nothing you, nor the Lord above can ever change that, never.” She smiled and kissed him, she wished she could have met him when she had met Geoff, he would be her husband right now, and her life wouldn’t have taken this turn.
“How old are the children Kelly?” he asked.
“They are thirteen and fourteen,” she told him, “why?”
“So, the youngest will be five years or less from going to college,” he replied.
Kelly thought for a moment, “Yes,” she said, “that’ll be about right, why Marty what are you thinking about?” He still didn’t answer her directly.
“Then you and Geoff will just have each other?” Kelly hadn’t got this far in her forward thinking, the thought flitted through her mind, she was already thinking her marriage couldn’t take the strain of what he’d done, stealing the money had altered forever her way of feeling and seeing her future with him.
“What are you getting at Marty?” Knowing now he was cooking something up.
“I know this is going to sound silly Kelly,” he said, gazing off into the distance. “But when they go to college, and you realise that you might not want to be there with him anymore, will you call me? I’ll never change my number; I’ll always be there for you. I will always love you, and I will always want to be with you for the rest of my life.”
Kelly burst into tears, she had never felt so loved and needed in her life, ‘he truly does love me doesn’t he?’ she cried in her mind. “I will Marty, but you are sure to meet another girl, one closer to your own age,” she whispered, love was forming in her heart for him. “And,” she added, “I’m thirty four, you are twenty one, I’m thirteen years older than you, by the time I call you, if I do. I’ll be thirty nine, and you’ll be twenty six?”
“I might meet another girl, but I’ll never love her,” he said sadly, but then he grinned, she smiled at him grinning broadly, wondering why. “That’s a combined age of 65, divide that by two and we’ll both be thirty three and a half, that’s no age, we’ll have a wonderful happy and sexy life, and that!” he told her, “is that! I’ll expect you to call me the moment the youngest leaves home, right?”He rolled off and his cock plopped out, they smiled at each other.
“Do you know Marty, I have a feeling I might just do that,” she said convincingly. “Come on babes, let go back to bed, I think we need to sleep now, we’ve made love god knows how many times, I’m wrecked.” He kissed her with all the love he had for her. They slept in each other’s arms. Kelly’s last waking thought was of Marty, then her husband, “you are in trouble Geoff my boy, serious trouble.”
The next morning, they woke, kissed, cuddled, touched, prodded and poked. They explored each other. Marty had his huge morning wood ready and waiting for Kelly the second he had opened his eyes. Kelly went for him, her luscious mouth closed over it, and she wasn’t letting go until she had got all he had and more. Marty held on as long as he could, seeing her mouth, the mouth he longed to kiss twenty four hours a day sliding up and down his prick was mind boggling. The way they slid up to reveal the red angry looking head of his terrific hard on mesmerised him. Her lips pursing right on the end covering only the pee hole made him want to blow his load, he did!
He grabbed her head and she sank back down, she intensified her suction, her fingers teasing his balls, Kelly was ready. She willed him to cum. Marty’s hips left the bed and the first dumper truck of cum exploded into her waiting and expectant mouth. Her cheeks swelled as her mouth filled, her lips tightened, she refused to let any go. Kelly gobbled and drank as fast as she could, feeling the delicious thick cream slide down her throat. He pumped cum like a jet wash, and Kelly gamely took it all, she never lost a drop. It was touch and go but she won the battle of pump versus suction.
She rested her head on his taut stomach, his cock still safely tucked into her mouth, she was licking and still sucking, his cock end was tingling and ringing, like church bells on a Sunday morning.
Kelly took another decision as she smooched with his prick. ‘I’m having this up my rear, I’ve got to, I need to know what it’s really like” She had done it before. Once before she had met her husband, and once with him, both times hadn’t been unsuccessful, it had hurt her, she had struggled, and they had both pulled back after only a few moments of getting their pricks into her. But Kelly felt that this time, if he would try it, that she would enjoy it, she was looking forward to him having her there.
What was surprising her more than anything was her now complete willingness to be unfaithful, if that was the right terminology. She had been subjected to blackmail; not only by Marty, but her husband too! There was no getting away from that. She had been rigid with fear at being forced into it because of her husband’s reckless robbing of the company that, up until now, had provided them with more than just a good life. Why had he done it, did he think he was cleverer than them?
Well, he had been over turned, and upstaged completely by a twenty one year old boy, a young man, who despite this one real indiscretion was a charming and lovable man. And a man who was now his wife’s absolute lover for life, even if this was to be the one and only time.
She could, if she wanted to, walk right out of the door, not look back and go home to her husband and tell him it was all over, the documents, the files, everything was gone, deleted and he still had the money, ‘but why should I? She countered to herself. He has brought dishonour, and disgrace to me and my children, why should he escape from it so easily.
Kelly decided that the rest of the weekend, would be spent by her giving Marty everything he had dreamed of. She was his dream woman, she knew that for certain, so his dream woman would make his dreams come true, all of them. No matter what they were. And she had two more days to accomplish them.
“Marty, I don’t caste what you want from me now,” she said to him, “But over the weekend, but whatever it is, I’m there. I’ll do it, I’ll want it, and I’ll share all of me with all of you. Don’t ask me anything, just go with the flow and let’s do it. I’m yours Marty, at least for the next two days.” He smiled and wriggled with joy, this could never have turned out any better, even if it had been scripted to his needs and requirements by a world renowned writer.
“Kelly, now I’ve told you that I love you, you know how I feel now. This weekend and yes, I know I shouldn’t have done what I did. But he needed taking down a peg, and I already loved you, although you didn’t know it. So if you like, I’ve achieved both aims spectacularly, especially where you are concerned, this will stay in my heart forever, and I’ll be eternally grateful for the chance to have loved you, even only for three days.”
He took hold of her and dragged her up to him, he sent the longest time kissing her, telling her that he could happily spend the rest of his life just doing that. The he scooped her pussy with his fingers. Kelly cried out squeakily, it threw her head back, her back arched and Marty slid his hand under her to tickle and finger her ass.
He had wanted to feel it, the tip of his middle finger felt the little crinkly skin, and pressed, the tip popped in and then he pushed harder. Kelly gasped out loudly, “Ooooh Marty Ngggh Oh ooooh, hmmmm hey, what are y… Oh argggh Oh Marty that feels just so good babes.” She told him, he had his finger in right up to the second knuckle, then one shove more, and it was all in.
Kelly could only writhe around, she loved it, she was beside herself with desire, lust and wanton need. It was Marty’s first time; he had wondered if it was true that some women liked it there, he was finding out that his beautiful married thirty four year old lover did. He checked her face for signs of rejection, not liking it, he saw nothing but glee.
“Later Marty later, when we do this I want you hot and ready, even you,” she told him, ” need to be ‘up’ for it!” She sniggered loudly and wriggled even more on his finger. And at the same time his wilted prick was in her hand so she knew they would have to wait a little. Then her phone rang, it tinkled away in her purse.
It stopped the action for a moment, “That must be him or the children Marty; I have to take the call, Okay?” She found it, it was on the dresser, he glimpsed his finger, it was all brown and he had an urge to lick it clean.
“Hello,”… “Yes I’m fine,”… “No he is being the perfect gentleman, more than you are anyway!”… “I am not being flippant, you are the one that put me here,”… “We are in bed, where do you think we are, having a garden party!”… “Yes Geoff, he has,”… “Yes I do, I’m loving it too, did you think I wouldn’t,”… “You haven’t exactly been Casanova for the last two or three years have you!”… “By the way, Marty has told me that the documents and files have been deleted and shredded, so you are in the clear, you have the money, you should be happy?”… “No I am not coming back until Monday, which was the agreement you made, I’m keeping it for you!”… “No you can’t speak to him, he’s asleep he needs the rest.”… “Ask yourself Geoff why he might need to rest,”… “Yes he has worn me out, and to keep things balanced, I’m wearing him out too,”… “And we have more wearing to do before Monday!”
Kelly was getting angrier with every passing second, she felt the need to hurt him and hurt him badly for what he had done, to her, her marriage, their children.
“He’s fantastic in bed Geoff, he has me all over the place, I can’t keep him off me, and you know something else, I don’t try to keep him off me either!”… “Oh I am sorry have I upset you, oh well, I’ll tell you what to do, go and spend some of your money, I mean, it’s only why I’m here in the first place isn’t it?”… “Ooooops, I’m sorry, I have to go now, I’m anted, and you should see what he wants me for!”
Kelly slammed her phone down, she was breathing deeply, panting heavily. She was angrier than she had ever been. The enormity of what had happened seemed to hit home. Marty watched her not daring to speak. Then she said, “Do you know what Marty, he never even mentioned the children, it was all about him, the BASTARD!”
She threw herself on to the bed and began to cry, he tried to comfort her, he snuggled in, held her, kissed her shoulder, and stayed stil, she sobbed forever, but gradually the tears dried up. She turned and gave him a sad smile. Marty made an offer he hated to make.
“Do you want me to take you home Kelly?” he asked her, afraid of the answer.
“Take me home, are you mad! I’m not going anywhere until Monday, and I’ll give you a damn good reason why Marty,” she told him, “I want to do with you everything I haven’t done, and if you need a clue, just look at your middle finger!” She dived on him, her playful self returned, she tickled him and when he responded, she grabbed his balls tightly in one hand, and his cock in the other, and said, “Go on, if you dare!” Kelly laughed uproariously.
She tugged him from the bed; Marty of course went more than willingly, he loved her now irrevocably. Kelly backed into the bathroom, letting go of his cock for a moment she reached in and turned the shower on. “You smell young man, so if you do, then I must, just a little?” she added. Marty laughed with her. She backed in taking him with her, and as soon as they were under the water, she dropped her grip, put her arms around his neck and gave him the best kiss of his life, none would ever surpass this.
“Did you get what I was meaning Marty, about your finger?” she asked him between hot wet kisses.
“Yes Kelly, I got it, and as soon as we are out of here, you are going to ‘got’ it too,” He necked her, his face buried into her soft sweet wet neck. She clasped him tighter to her, his answer turned her on, her mission now was to get him back to bed ASAP and do it. Kelly used all her wiles to entice him back to full erection, her hot sexy body caressing his, her pussy ground against him, her bullet nipples scraped his chest, her lips worked him over until he was punch drunk.
Marty’s prick rose inevitably to the occasion, his prick was up between her legs, trying to rise to greater heights. “Marty,” she gasped, “come on I need it, and you babes, right now.” She grabbed his bar of iron flesh and yanked him out and back to the bed room, grabbing a huge towel, and his grandmother’s bottle of baby oil on the way.
When she reached the bed, she quickly spread the towel and got up on her knees, she practically threw the baby oil at him. “Now Marty now!” she moaned huskily, “hurry babes, hurry.” Her head was down in her arms. Marty gazed stunned at her ass pointing to the heavens and waiting for him, and his young, ass virgin cock.
He got behind her, opened the oil and spread it on the end of his dick, then he smeared a load on Kelly, put the bottle down, wiped his hands, took a good hold on her hips, and he went in. No messing about, full tilt, his prick disappeared in one fell swoop. Kelly cried out in utter surprise, the pain was horrendous, but it made no difference, she had wanted this, she was taking it.
She held her ground as Marty started banging her, the oil was doing its job, there was little friction, only the widening of the opening of her little crinkly hole. And the so odd and amazing feeling of complete fullness by his cock. She saw every thrust in her mind, she peered down underneath her, she saw his balls flapping, but his prick wasn’t in view.
Kelly knew she had missed years of being fucked in her ass; it was a wondrous thing, so unusual, so different, such a surrender. But maybe she had had to wait this long for the right man, well, that man was behind her now and reaming her completely. Marty reached for her nipples, Kelly exploded, she had her first orgasm because of her ass being savaged.
She didn’t know it, but her legs had slid backwards, and she was now lying flat and face down, with Marty on top continuing to fuck her. He could feel it himself, the oddity of his prick being where it was, the tightness, the different angle as he screwed Kelly into the wilderness. Kelly had another climax, this time he heard her have it, he thought he had hurt her. He tried to stop doing what he was doing, but couldn’t, the moment, and his prick, wouldn’t let him, he needed to cum in her ass, and he was going to!
His strangle hold on her tightened, if Kelly wanted him to stop, or get off and let her rest, her pleas would fall on deaf ears. Marty’s balls were boiling, his strokes into her got shorter, then he rammed in hard, and held himself in place, then he shot his load. As soon as he did, Kelly came with him, she felt her body swell, his cum was filling her bowels. The warmth spreading through her like a small tidal wave, she had an absolute desperate urge to shit.
Marty slowed slowly to a stop, he could literally feel the last of his cum spitting to get out and into the warm receptacle awaiting it. He lay on her; both were spent for differing reasons. His prick withered, he had made love to Kelly so many times now, in so many ways he would need to take a break, he was hoping Kelly would understand. Kelly in fact was feeling the same; she had never been made love to, fucked or screwed, so hard and so often in such a short space of time.
She moved slightly under him, he took that as a sign to get off, he slipped backwards; he swore he heard her ass shut, or his prick plop when he pulled it out. He rolled on to his side and put his arm around the woman he loved, and sadly, he thought that he would never be with ever again after this weekend, she had a life, maybe not a very good one now, but she had her children.
He had his life to build and he had always had a clear view of what it would be, he would focus on that, and hopefully Kelly would sit at the back of his mind, never forgotten, but never leaving him. A tear of desolation rolled down his cheeks, he brushed them away, put a nice smile on his sad face and kissed her cheek.
Kelly turned to him, she had a sad face on too, and tears in her eyes, she wasn’t afraid to show him her emotion. “Marty, I am going to have a hard time leaving you on Monday, but I have to, will you understand?” she asked him tearfully. He knew how she felt, because he was feeling a million times worse already.
“Yes Kelly, I do and I will, but I love you, I will always love you, and I’ll have this weekend for the rest of my life to keep you in here,” he said, pointing at his heart. She burst into proper tears then, she crushed herself against him, she was falling in love too, with a man thirteen years her junior, but there was nothing she could do to prevent it. He was the nicest, most loving, and considerate man she had ever met.
They made continuous love for the rest of the weekend, in the house, the garden, the garage, even in the babbling brook as it washed over them. By the time Monday lunch time arrived she was in love with him, and she knew it, she would never love her husband again. But she loved her children, so that put everything in its place; nothing could stop her from being their mother.
“I will call you in five years Marty, and that’s a promise, I have no idea what the future has in store for me or for you. But in five years we can meet and talk?” She said, as he pulled up outside of her house. “And,” she said softly, “I love you with all my heart,” tears fell down her cheeks, she grabbed her bag and ran into the house.
Marty watched in shocked silence as she ran away from him, his heart broke, he wept. He sat there for some minutes, then drove away. Her and her husband never got over the incident that the weekend brought. He didn’t know Kelly was pregnant and neither did she, not yet. But when she did, her husband ordered her to have an abortion. “I’m not bringing that bastards bastard up in my house,” he roared.
Kelly flatly refused to murder Marty’s child, and went ahead with the pregnancy, and she had a beautiful, in her eyes, baby boy. Geoff never ever looked at him, and refused to have anything to do with him. It killed their marriage. But Kelly soldiered on for her children’s sake. They were old enough o know ‘mom, and dad’ weren’t getting on any more, and the fact that they didn’t share bedrooms anymore either.
They urged their mom to either leave, or make dad leave, they were basically on her side and wanted only the best for her. Then fifteen months after the weekend Geoff came home and announced that the company had received a hostile bid for a takeover. And it was certain to succeed, she could see he was worried, guessed why, and asked.
“Are you worried because of the money you stole?” He looked at her and she knew she was right. “You had better put it back then hadn’t you?” Thinking it would be easy, it wasn’t. And what she didn’t know was, he had been greedy enough, and stupid enough beyond belief to have carried on after Marty had exposed him. He had embezzled another 240.000 USD.
Kelly got a call one morning from his office asking her where Geoff was, he hadn’t been in since the previous Thursday. Thinking quickly, she told them he was sick with a virus and she had forgotten to call, and saying that she thought she had done so, she apologised profusely. She went to his bedroom; it was a place she had never gone into from the night he first went in.
There was a letter on the table to her.
‘Kelly, I have sent in a letter of resignation to my office, they should get it by Tuesday, this is Thursday, I am leaving, you know where to. I have cleared everything, the house and everything we have is yours. Go to your lover, I’ve had enough, Goodbye.’
Kelly almost fell down, she had no idea he was preparing this, but then again, they didn’t speak unless they had to. A feeling of utter relief spread through her, as if a great weight had suddenly been lifted from her shoulders, the weight of the world was gone.
There were letters to each of his two children, bulky ones, she never opened them, but when they came home she sat them down and explained as best as she could that daddy had gone away, and was probably never coming back, but she didn’t know for certain. The letters told them how much he loved them, he was sorry, but things were not the way they were, and it would be better all round if he left, he promised one day to return but didn’t know when. And also in the letters were documents of trust funds he had set up for them.
A month later, Kelly called Marty. “Hi Marty it’s me Kelly, can you talk?” she heard the gasp at the other end. She heard him splutter, and stammer. “I’m sorry you must be busy, I’ll call you later,” she said.
“NO!” she heard him shout, “I’m here, please don’t ring off Kelly.”
“Oh Marty it’s so nice to hear your voice again, how are you?” “Kelly, this is wonderful but five years you told me, what’s wrong, has something happened?” he said breathlessly.
“A lot has happened Marty, can we meet, have a talk, maybe this weekend?”
“Yes Kelly, where and when, I’ll be there,” he gasped again. She suggested and he agreed.
“Ten o clock then Saturday morning.” He said, “And Kelly,” he whispered, “I still love you.” Kelly smiled to herself, “Ten o clock,” she told him and shut her phone off. They met as agreed, sharing a loving hug, Kelly wasn’t bothered who saw them, she was free.
She told him everything, but not about his son, not yet. Marty had told her there had been no need to do it, no reason to leave. Because he had personally deleted everything, there was no trace of missing money anywhere, so why? He wondered. Then he clicked his fingers, “I know why,” he said, “I can’t believe it, Kelly,” he said, gripping her hands, “he’s kept on doing it, he’s carried on taking money, why else would he have done a runner, because that’s what he has done, he’s run away before the takeover!”
Kelly was stunned, she hadn’t thought of that, but what Marty said made more than sense. She asked him about him, did he have a girlfriend, she checked his finger for a ring. His answer was as concise as it could have been. “I’ll never love anyone but you Kelly, never.” Then he told her about his grandmother who had died at the age of seventy two, and it had been very sudden. He cried as he told her, he had loved her with his heart.
Kelly’s heart broke for him, then she told him about Kenneth Mathew, “he is your son Marty, we have a little boy, you and I, and I want you to meet him.” Marty sat back, he couldn’t speak, his heart was breaking into tiny pieces, tears streamed down his face. “I love you Marty, I want to be with you, please say you love me the same way?” her voice was small and pleading.
Then he jumped up and started running around like a mad man, shouting “yippee, yippee, yipeeeeeeee!” People stopped and stared, Kelly blushed furiously, but happily, her man still loved her. She took him home to meet his son; the boy took to him straight away.
She introduced her older children to Marty as a new friend she had met; she would get around later to telling them that he was Matty’s father. Soon he was a part of the Tyler household, he told them he wanted to marry their mom, and asked if he could. They conferred seriously, then told him solemnly that he could but had better take care of her.
A year later the happy family moved into Marty’s home, the one his grandmother had left him, and where Kelly and Marty’s love had been born.