The following chapter is the continuation of the previous chapters. Everyone participating in sexual conduct is eighteen years or older. As with other chapters, there is incest, oral and anal sex, and some erotic coupling with people not previously mentioned.
Well… I did it. I finally graduated from Emory University with a degree in Computer Sciences. I have a double major in cybersecurity and criminal justice. My GPA was in the upper 5% of my graduating class, and I had job offers from all over. An agency with the U. S. Government, which shall remain anonymous, heavily recruited me. Their starting salary was very lucrative, considering it was a government agency. However, I chose to go with private industry because the money was better, and I didn’t have to relocate to Washington DC. That in itself was a big plus.
I interviewed with several Cyber-Tech companies and eventually settled for a position with Texas International Technologies. (TITS) Texas International Technologies is an international corporation specializing in cyber-security with clients around the globe. The starting salary was double that of the government’s, and I was required to relocate to Dallas, Texas. The benefits package was unbelievably generous, and I would be able to work on some of my own personal projects and reap personal profits as long as my project is not done on company time. In other words, if I developed something on my own time, I can apply for a patent in my name and sell it or develop it myself.
Maggie and Bubba came to my graduation. They spent that weekend in town then returned to Miami. Maggie seems happy, but I sensed everything wasn’t as it should be with them. I tried several times while they were in town to get Maggie alone to talk, but Bubba hovered around, and we never got to speak. Maggie was so aloof toward me that it seemed we had never been sexually intimate with each other. I understood that her wedding vows were to remain faithful to her husband, but we were sexually intimate with each other, and I didn’t think she would shut me off completely.
TITS paid for Mom and me to fly into Dallas for a week to find suitable housing for me. I could’ve found a place without Mom’s help, but she insisted on helping. Thankfully, the people with TITS understood Mom’s need to help me settle and paid her expenses. Mom helped me find a nice condo in a nice area of Dallas, and she assisted me in decorating the apartment to look like that of a successful young bachelor’s pad.
My condo community is called ‘Playa Del Oro’ and is quite large with many amenities. Playa Del Oro is built around a golf course and several lakes. My condo backs up to one of the lakes. On nights when there is a full moon, its light reflecting on the water draws a silver line to my condo. I think the total acreage for Playa Del Oro is around three thousand. Other notable amenities included a gym, hiking and jogging trails, bowling lanes, and a large recreation hall for special events. It’s pretty expensive to live there, but my new salary allows me to afford it easily. Playa Del Oro is not far from my office, so many young people with TITS live there.
The week seemed to fly by, and Mom and I were both exhausted most nights. However, that didn’t stop Mom from helping me initiate many of the rooms, starting in the bedroom, of course. We showered together each night and then cuddled in my kingsize bed. Mom always went straight for my cock and took it into her throat, where she began her signature cock massage using her throat muscles. It usually lasted all of thirty seconds. I think each time, I pumped at least a pint of cum down Mom’s throat. She never fails to open her mouth and show me she had swallowed all. I usually show my appreciation by pulling her to my lips and probed with my tongue, tasting the saltiness of my deposit.
Mom’s last night in Dallas, she rolled onto her back and directed my head between her thighs. I didn’t have to be told what was expected, but still, she placed her hand on the back of my head and directed me to her most sensitive places. I traced her labia with my tongue and spread it open with my thumbs. Her clit was hiding but immediately showed itself after I blew my hot breath over it. She squealed when I sucked her engorged clit between my lips and hammered it with my tongue. Within minutes she exploded on my face. We lay panting, waiting for our exhaustion to pass. I was anxious to give her another good fucking before she returned to Marietta in the morning. Mom wanted to recharge before moving on to the main event.
“Honey, you have worn your poor Mom out this week,” she gasped. “How do you feel about saving the main event for an after-dinner dessert?”
“I’m flexible, Mom. I will go with whatever you decide,” I remarked.
“Well… let’s just lay here a while and catch our breath,” She smiled. “Then we can go out for a nice dinner and then return here for dessert and follow that with the main event.”
“That sounds good to me, Mom. That way, we can relax, take our time and enjoy ourselves to the fullest. Who knows, we might want to stretch the main event into tomorrow since tonight is your last night here.”
“I sure have an intelligent son,” Mom giggled. “You have more than just computer smarts.”
I grinned at her remarks and said, “While we are resting, Mom, why don’t you tell me about the first time you and Becky had sex.”
“Are you still wanting to have sex with Becky, honey? Because if you are, I think I can arrange it.”
“Really, Mom?” I asked with apparent hope in my voice. “I don’t live in Marietta anymore, so how would you be able to put us together.”
“If that’s what you want, honey, I will find a way to make it happen.”
“I do want it to happen, but right now, I am more interested in hearing how it started with you and Becky.”
“Oh, are you now?” Mom giggled and kissed me gently on my lips.
I rolled to my side, propped my head with my hand facing her, and signaled my interest with a grin. Mom blushed then turned to face me. Mom launched into her story, and from the expression on her face, I could tell it was something that excited her when sharing it with me.
“Well… It didn’t happen by accident. I think Becky put a lot of thought into seducing me,” Mom replied.
“How so?”
“It took me a while to get used to Becky and the feisty, free-spirited lifestyle she seemed to pursue. She dated many different guys but didn’t seem interested in settling for just one of them. She dated younger men and middle-aged to older men. Some were obviously wealthy, and some were not so well off. They ranged from average-looking to extremely handsome. I found it hard to determine what she was looking for in her choices of men. I was beginning to think she was only interested in sex but not a relationship.
“Becky is a good-looking young woman, and she can have her pick of who she wants,” Mom continued. “I even noticed other women around Marietta High school looking at her in ways that shocked my conservative upbringing. Other school employees, students, and many of the parents look at her with lustful desire. And I, too, was especially drawn to Becky’s young perky tits, and I consider myself a straight heterosexual woman. But still, I enjoyed seeing her nipples poke against her blouse. I often found myself staring at them and wondering what it would be like to latch my lips onto her taut eraser-shaped nipples. I felt reasonably sure Becky was aware of my fascination with her tits even though she never mentioned it. I had never seen myself as anything but straight, yet I looked at Becky and saw someone I wanted to be with sexually.
The elephant in the room was never mentioned until one rainy day when we were stuck in the office with no place to go for lunch, and neither had brought a sandwich or snack. We were sitting around waiting for the rain to let up. Becky was the first to break the uneasy silence. She was nervously pacing around the room. It was apparent Becky wasn’t wearing a bra because her breasts would jiggle with each step. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of them, and she knew it.”
“Betty, I think you like looking at my tits,” Becky said as she smiled at me and winked.
“Becky’s blunt comment caught me by surprise. I blushed a deep red and struggled to counter her accusation.”
“What?… I… ugh… no. I don’t understand what you are talking about, Becky. I was completely startled by her frankness. I became flustered and began to stutter and stumble over my words.”
Becky looked at me with a knowing smile and said, “It’s okay, Betty. I don’t mind you looking at my tits. I actually enjoy it when you do. I know they jiggle with each step. I have been going braless since leaving for college. Some of the girls at my high school used to go braless all the time, and I wanted to try it, but I was afraid my parents would pitch a fit if I tried while living at home.”
“I nodded my head and tried to change the topic. Becky wanted to talk about it and pushed the subject.”
“It feels really great and liberating to be unincumbered,” Becky replied. “I don’t have to worry about being uncomfortable and restrained all day. I especially love the way my nipples feel when they brush against my blouse.”
“I nodded my head again, indicating I understood what she was saying. I turned to walk away, but Becky took my wrist and placed my hand against her braless breast. I was shocked but didn’t resist when she guided my hand over and around her firm breast.”
Becky looked at me and asked, “Doesn’t that feel marvelous to the touch?”
“I shook my head yes and continued to caress Becky’s firm breast even after she lets go of my wrist. I was in somewhat of a daze as my panties began to moisten and my nipples harden. I knew it was weird touching Becky’s breast, but I continued stroking her breast with my fingertips for some reason. I fantasized about a new sexual experience of a full-on lesbian seduction with this younger, very attractive bi-sexual woman. I had fantasized about having a lesbian encounter before but never found the courage to initiate one independently. Becky took me by the hand and led me to the antique mirror in my office. I went along willingly.”
“Take your blouse and bra off, Betty. Is it okay if I call you Betty?” Becky casually asked. Becky assumed control over me with such ease.
“I nodded my head yes and stood, casually staring at myself in the antique mirror. And then, as though I was in a trance, I did as she said and slipped my blouse off. At this point, my panties were thoroughly soaked. Becky then unclasped my bra and tossed it on my desk with my blouse. She rested her chin on my shoulder as she slipped her arms around me and cupped my breasts. We made eye contact in the mirror when she tweaked my nipples. I thought I would pass out from the thrill of her touch. Then she retrieved a quilt I keep on a sofa in my office for chilly afternoons.
Becky spread the quilt on the floor in front of the antique mirror and instructed me to lie down on my back. I obey while Becky locks the door and removes her clothes. I laid down in front of the full-length mirror and watched Becky in the mirror as she kneeled between my legs and prepared to remove my skirt. I offered no resistance as Becky removed my skirt and put it with my blouse. Becky leaned between my thighs and kissed my panty-covered vagina. I flinched.”
“Do you want me to stop, Betty, or continue?” She asks as if it was an afterthought.
“I didn’t comment. I shook my head, no and then yes, to acknowledge that no, I didn’t want her to stop, and yes, I wanted her to continue.”
“Good, I’ll take that as your permission to proceed. You’ll be glad I did once we get started,” Becky giggled. “Now, relax and try to enjoy this experience.”
“I nodded and blinked my eyes once. Becky slipped my panties off and blew her hot breath over my wet pussy. It tickled, and my clit poked its head out from under its protective hood. Becky playfully flicked it with her finger and giggled. It almost took my breath away, but I smile to let Becky know I’m okay with her playfulness.
Becky sat for a moment, admiring my vagina. I craned my neck, trying to see my pussy in the mirror. Becky lightly stroked the inside of my thighs with her fingertips. I love having the insides of my thighs teased. Becky appeared aware of that as she leaned down and licked my thigh very teasingly to a point just short of my cunt lips. I’m panting and moaning. I take a deep breath and hold it when Becky suddenly kisses my labia then flicks my clit with the tip of her tongue.”
“Becky, I…”
“Shhhh. Don’t say anything, Betty… Just lie back… enjoy it.”
“Becky drew my clit into her mouth and commenced circling it with her tongue while gently nibbling at my clit with her teeth. Oh, Becky… you don’t have… oh… but… oh god… oh my god, Becky.”
“I know, Betty. You don’t have to say anything. Just enjoy it.”
“That first contact was electric as Becky tongue-kissed my pussy and whispered, “I have been wet for you all week, very wet. I want to give you sapphic pleasures as you have never had. Just lay on your back and prop yourself on your elbows, and you can watch me licking you.”
“That first time I felt the tip of Becky’s tongue on my wet pussy lips was absolute sexual magic. And it got even better as she found my very engorged clitoris. I love having my clit stimulated, and the new pleasure of a woman doing it with her tongue was even more thrilling.
Becky soon left my pussy and started kissing her way along my quivering flesh. She rubbed a very erect nipple along my very wet cunt lips. That sent chills through my entire core. Becky’s nipples were very hard and erect. The sensation of her sliding her erect nipples along my tummy was also very delightful. Becky pressed her naked body over my bare flesh. We have our hands all over each other as we kiss each other’s breasts and nipples.
I had my first orgasm almost immediately. After I calm a bit, she suggests we shift into the sixty-nine position. We quickly maneuver into place. I was on my back, and Becky kneeled over my face.”
“Have you ever watched yourself having sex, Betty?”
“No, I haven’t,” I whispered.
“You will find it adds to the overall excitement if you watch us in the mirror as we pleasure each other.”
“I glance to my left and watch in the mirror as Becky buries her face in my cunt. I let out a squeal the moment she attacks my wet pussy. Oh my god, Becky, I love it when you lick my pussy. And I love watching us in the mirror while you tease my clit with your tongue.”
“I’m glad you are enjoying me licking your cunt lips, Betty? Doesn’t it feel great to have a tongue against your sensitive pussy?”
“I nod yes and close my eyes.”
“Good! I couldn’t stop now even if you wanted me to,” Becky teased, knowing I’m well past the point of no return.
“Are you getting close again, Betty? Do you feel another orgasm working its way to the surface?”
“I didn’t answer. I draw in a deep breath and hold it. I can hear my heart beating in my ears. It sounds so loud to me I am sure Becky can hear it also.”
“I think you are, Betty; your body is taut,” Becky whispers as she caresses my thighs and pushes her face deep into my pussy.
“I admit that I’m so close to another fantastic orgasm. It will be my second ever from a female. I cannot utter a single word. All I want to do is enjoy the incredible orgasm, which is so close. So close that I want to prolong the build-up and pleasure while watching Becky’s tongue in the mirror do its magic.”
“Cum for me, Betty, cum for me, now,” Becky whispered as my whole body shook and shuddered.
“I can feel my next orgasm coming on strong. So strong, my toes begin to curl, and my breath is coming in short bursts. I can feel the electricity jolting my body. My next orgasm is just seconds away.”
“Cum again for me, Betty, again and again,” Becky whispered as she does lovely things to my cunt lips with her tongue while tweaking my nipples at the same time.
“It’s incredibly pleasurable for me as Becky licks my most sensitive sexual contact points while manipulating my ultra-sensitive nipples. My nipples have always been the primary triggering mechanism that leads to impressive orgasms. I loved watching another woman fucking my pussy with her tongue.
I realize I should be dipping my tongue into Becky’s wet pussy, but I’m hesitant at first. My sexual experiences are about to take a huge leap as I prepare to lick another woman’s pussy for the first time. I wrap my arms around Becky’s waist and pull her wet pussy down onto my face. Just as my tongue makes contact with Becky’s cunt lips, I can feel Becky grasping the cheeks of my ass and spreading them. Before I knew what was happening, Becky rimmed my rosebud with her tongue, and then I feel a rock-hard tongue sliding into my ass. Becky is tongue fucking my ass as I pleasure her pussy.”
“Oh my god, Becky, you don’t know how many times have I have fantasized about licking another woman while she licked me!”
“Well… Now we are doing it, right now. Enjoy, Betty, enjoy.”
“I tickle Becky’s asshole with my fingertip and then stick that finger in past the second knuckle as I continue to lick away at her clit. I don’t know why I thought to do that. I’d never been into ass play.”
“You are very good at this, Betty, outstanding. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”
“I love you licking my pussy while I watch us in the mirror,” I pant while gasping for my next breath.
My mind was racing ninety miles an hour. This experience was more than I had ever hoped. There is making love, straight out fucking, and now this, my ultimate sexual experience, in my opinion. I loved pleasuring that younger woman with my tongue while she was slowly tongue fucking me in my ass. I could sense Becky was close to orgasm as she teased my ass with just the tip of her tongue. I enjoy the power I have over Becky at that moment. I know Becky is enjoying my tongue now by the way she is vocalizing her delight.”
“Tongue fuck my cunt, tongue fuck my cunt,” Becky was almost chanting as I feel a great sense of relief at giving another woman an orgasm for the first time in my life. My only regret is that we didn’t think to get it on video.
By the time I have my third or fourth orgasm, Becky has screamed out with at least three orgasms. The two of us had entirely lost our inhibitions and urged each other to new sexual highs. We continued to pleasure each other with newly discovered tricks using our tongue, lips, and fingers. It’s hard to tell who made the most noise as we climaxed throughout the rest of that rainy afternoon.”
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I have to tell you; I laid there gazing at my Mom, almost speechless as she told me her story. My dick was stiffer than it had ever been. It was so hard it ached each time it throbbed with my heartbeat. It took me at least a minute before I could comment.
“Holy, fuck, Mom, you just made Becky sound even hotter than I first imagined. When can you work it out for us to be together?”
“Give me some time to work on it, honey. I can’t just go to Becky and tell her that I want her to fuck my horny son. I have to lead into it with a degree of subtleness.”
“I don’t want it to seem like I’m rushing you, Mom, but the sooner, the better,” I urged. “Shit, I am so hard right now. I think my dick might break off if I touch it.”
We went out to a nice restaurant but rushed back to my condo for the main event that we both had looked forward to all through dinner. We went straight to my king-size bed, had wild passionate sex, and then we slept. We woke several times during the night and had sex each time. Before we knew it, the alarm went off, and it was time for Mom to return to Marietta. I don’t want anyone to think I am a mama’s boy, but it is difficult dropping Mom at the airport for her return home.
I hadn’t met anyone to date yet, and my weekends were quite lonely. I met this one sexy woman at my condo swimming pool who wanted me to come over for coffee, but I found she had a husband who traveled. I did not wish to have an angry husband kicking down my door and beating my ass. I avoided her like the plague from then on.
During my third week at Playa Del Oro, I met Sandra while out for an early morning jog. Sandra is a 35 years old woman who has lived at Playa Del Oro for the past year. She is a young, athletic-looking blonde with a fantastic body. I would say Sandra is 5′ 4″, 110 pounds. It was obvious she takes great pride in her appearance. She could easily pass for a 25-year-old woman. The morning we met, we spent two hours talking, walking, and generally getting to know one another. Those two hours flew by, and Sandra invited me to dinner at her apartment that night, and I gladly accepted. She turned out to be an excellent cook. I brought a bottle of wine, and we finished it off after dinner. We kissed and cuddled for over an hour. Sandra told me she is an old-fashioned, Christian woman and clung to her Christian values. She made it clear she didn’t intend to have sex with me. Despite that, I was able to cop a feel of her breasts before the evening was over. We agreed to see each other again, but Sandra asks that I take it slightly slower because she had just escaped a bad marriage.
On our second date, Sandra allowed me to fondle her breasts through her shirt and bra. Not what I had hoped for, but it was a start. I was not used to moving that slowly, but I felt obliged to honor Sandra’s wishes. I knew that in time I could eventually entice her into my bed. She had neglected to tell me on our first date she was a divorcee, and I assume that was why she wants to take things slowly. Not that it mattered, but I prefer full disclosure on the front end.
I met some single women at work, but I have always heard it was not good to date people you work with because breakups can get messy. After work, I often joined some of my colleagues for drinks at the local watering hole and managed to get a few dates with women I met in the bar. However, I found myself comparing them to Maggie and Mom. And as you probably know, none of them measured up.
Most Saturday nights, Playa Del Oro holds a ‘meet and mix’ dance for the residents. I invited Sandra, but she told me she was spending the weekend with her ex-sister-in-law. I decided to go to the dance alone just out of boredom. There were several attractive single women at the dance and only a hand full of single men.
One particular gal caught my attention. She looked familiar, but I couldn’t recall where I had seen her before. Maybe I saw her at work or maybe around the condo complex. I ask her to dance, and she accepted my invitation. Her name was Mona, and she was 40 years old but looked much younger. She had been married to a successful chemical engineer, but he died in a chemical fire. We danced together the whole night. I’m in pretty good shape, but Mona loves aerobics and danced circles around me. She was a tall, slender woman with a well-proportioned body due mainly to the aerobics classes. I guessed her height to be about 5′ 7″ and maybe weighing 115 pounds.
I walked Mona back to her apartment, and she invited me in for a nightcap. I don’t remember how many nightcaps we had, but we woke up naked in her bed around ten o’clock Sunday morning. As I quickly learned, Mona loves practically everything about sex, and she didn’t mind admitting it. She certainly had the right name because she was, without doubt, a ‘moaner.’ Mona was the loudest, most vocal woman I had ever taken to bed. She moaned her delight throughout the night. She let me know that she was willing to try just about anything at least once. The fact that I am fifteen years younger than her seems to excite her passion in the bedroom. We showered together then went out for Sunday brunch.
“Mona, I have been trying to recall from where I know you. I’d seen you before last night. Do you, by chance, work for one of the local tech companies?”
“No. I am an interior designer, and I work for a prominent local builder-developer. I stage his properties so they will sell faster,” Mona answered. “I have seen you before also and have been trying to recall.”
“Are you originally from Texas, Mona?”
“No, I grew up in Tennessee and moved here when I married my late husband,” Mona replied. “What about you, Jimmy? Are you from Texas?”
No, I grew up in Mareitta, Georga. My Dad owns an auto repair shop that specializes in foreign cars, and my mother is the vice-principal at Marietta High School.”
“Oh my God! Do you have a sister named Maggie?”
Suddenly I feel a searing pain like I was just punched in the gut. “How do you know Maggie?”
“Well, if she is the Maggie, I know she is married to my brother, Bubba, a quarterback for the Miami Dolphins. You and I met informally at the rehearsal dinner.”
“Oh fuck, Mona. I’m so sorry. If I had known you were Bubba’s sister, I would have never crossed the line and slept with you!”
“Well, don’t be sorry, Sugar. That makes us kin, and the great sex we had last night was incestuous, making it even hotter!”
“Mona, we are only brother-in-law and sister-in-law. Does that make it incestuous?”
“I think so. Under the laws of most states, we are technically related,” Mona giggled. “Whether it is technically or otherwise, in my mind, we had forbidden sex, and that makes hot as hell.”
“Then you don’t mind that I’m Maggie’s brother, and you are my sister-in-law?” I asked.
“I don’t mind at all, hun. Just don’t let my little brother find out. Bubba is a bit narrow-minded when it comes to stuff like that.”
“You can count on me not mentioning to your brother. Now promise me you won’t say anything to Maggie.”
Before parting, she made it clear I was welcome in her bed anytime.
***
My first year with Texas International Technologies was a real learning experience. I thought I knew a lot about hacking networks. Boy, was I wrong? The primary function of Texas International Technologies is to build hack-proof network systems or to hack-proof existing networks. By the end of my first year, I had learned all about Phishing, Malware, Ransomeware, Spoofing, Adware, Encryption, Zero Day threat, Brute Force Attack, Firewall, HTTPS/SSL/TLS, Bot, Botnets, Payload, Rootkit, RAT, SPAM, Worm, Whitehat and Cloaking. I learned some of that stuff with my major in cyber-security at Emory University, but not to the depth I learned at Texas International Technologies. I am now fully confident I can hack any network and build a network as safe as any network out there.
One of the perks of my job is I occasionally have to travel out of town to service the computer security needs of some clients. I get to meet a lot of friendly people. I’m not fond of one-night stands, but it did often solve my sexual needs. On one recent trip, I had to meet with clients in Miami. I didn’t tell Maggie, my big sister; I came to town because I wanted to surprise her. So, after I solved my client’s security problem, I gave Maggie a call. She answered on the first ring.
“Hey, little brother, how is everything in Dallas?”
“Good, I suppose, but I am in Miami right now.”
“No, you’re not, Jimmy. And don’t kid me like that; you know how much I miss you and the rest of the family.”
I hadn’t seen Maggie in person in almost a year. For the last couple of years, we have gotten together on most major holidays. My new job keeps me quite busy. She and Bubba did come to my graduation last year, and we have spoken by phone on a fairly regular basis.
“I’m not kidding, Sis. I had business here with some clients, and now I’m free to spend time with you. Where are you right now?”
“I’m just leaving my hairdresser. I had an appointment this morning. Can you come to dinner tonight? I’ll make whatever you wish.”
“I’d love to, Maggie, but I have a flight back to Dallas later this evening. Can you meet me for a drink, a cup of coffee or maybe you know? I’m staying at the Hilton out at the airport.”
I tried to drop a subtle hint that I would love to have sex with her, but she either didn’t pick up on my suggestion, or she ignored it.
“I can be there in the next thirty minutes. Where will I find you?”
“I’ll meet you in the lobby. The sooner you get here, the more time we will have to catch up on things.”
Again, she didn’t give the response I wanted. The thought suddenly occurred to me that she was taking her wedding vowels seriously and didn’t intend to have sex with me. We haven’t had sex with each other since the night before her wedding. That was over four years ago. When Maggie walked into the Hilton, I could feel my dick starting to stir in my pants. She was wearing a colorful sundress that emphasized her lovely breasts. I wanted to drag her to my room and fuck the holy shit out of her, but then she would think I only wanted to see her for sex. I led her into the lounge. She said it was too early for cocktails, so we each ordered a cup of coffee. Time seems to fly as we talked about missing each other. I wondered if I got her to visit me in Dallas without Bubba, would she consider sex with me again.
“Hey, Maggie, you guys are rolling in money; why don’t you invest in an airplane ticket and come visit me in Dallas. I’d love to show you around town, and I can’t wait for you to see the condo that Mom helped me pick out. You will love the way she decorated it into the perfect bachelor pad.
Maggie looked down at the table and began to toy with her napkin. I could see she had something to say but was struggling for the right words. When Maggie looked up, I could see her eyes start to moisten. She looked at me, but the words didn’t come out.
“What’s wrong, Maggie? I can tell by the look on your face all is not well in paradise.”
“I’m ashamed to admit it, but Bubba has me on a tight budget. He gives me an allowance to buy groceries and other necessities. If I want something else, like an airplane ticket, I would have to go to him and almost beg for additional funds.”
“Wait a minute, Maggie, the kind of money Bubba is knocking down by playing in the NFL, and he is acting like a pauper? What the hell is he doing with all that money?”
“He says he is investing it in our future.”
“Okay, I can understand putting money away for a rainy day, but it sounds like he is going overboard. How much does he have in the investments?
“I don’t know. He tells me that he lets his investment advisor handle all of that. I never get to see any financial statements.”
“What about bank accounts? How many do you have, and how much does he keep in them?”
“I’m not sure. We have a household account that I use to pay bills and buy groceries and other necessities. There is a saving account for unexpected emergencies, and then there is Bubba’s personal checking account that he says he needs to cover expenses on the road. Expenses that the team doesn’t cover.”
“How much does he keep in that personal account?”
“Again, I don’t know. He never shares that information with me,”
“There’s something not right, Maggie. Can you get me some account numbers and the name of the institution that manages the accounts?”
“I’m sure I can, but what are you going to do, Jimmy?
“I’m going to get you some answers, Maggie. However, don’t say anything to Bubba because I don’t want him to panic and move the accounts where you can’t find them.”
“How are you going to find out what’s in our accounts without Bubba knowing about it?”
“Maggie, Maggie, Maggie, I am a cyber-security expert. There is no information on the internet that I can’t access.”
“You are not going to do anything illegal, are you, Jimmy?”
“Maggie, you let me worry about what is legal or illegal. I am not going to sit back and let Bubba or anyone else pull the wool over my sister’s eyes.”
She seems satisfied with my answer and nods her approval. I gave Maggie a big hug and a brotherly kiss on the cheek and then dashed to the airport in time to board my return flight. She was smiling when I left, but she had a worried look on her beautiful face.
Maggie called me the next day with the account numbers. She asked again if I was doing anything illegal. I assured her I was not. I am only looking out for the welfare of my big sister, I answered. I noticed there was a bit of tension in Maggie’s voice.
“Is everything okay, Maggie? You sound a bit stressed.”
“I guess everything is okay, but Bubba put me through the third degree with questions of why I was at the Airport Hilton for over an hour and a half yesterday.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I told him you were passing through town and asked me to meet you for a cup of coffee. I wanted to ask him how he knew I was at the Hilton, but he seemed angry, and I didn’t want to do anything to set him off.”
“He’s tracking your phone, Maggie. Have you done anything to make him think you are cheating or anything of that nature?”
“No! Absolutely not! I would never cheat on Bubba. I fully intend to honor my wedding vowels.”
“Well… my guess is that Bubba is cheating on you, and his guilt is making him so paranoid that he may think you are doing the same thing. It’s only a guess, but I studied similar cases in my psychology classes when I attended Emory. Some people try to turn the situation back on the other person. It is a defense tactic. It’s called gaslighting. It falls under the category of psychological abuse. It’s also a form of manipulation.”
“He better not cheat on me. If I ever find out that he is, I will… I will… I will cut his damn balls off while he sleeps!”
“Maggie, do you lock your phone when not using it?”
“No. Should I lock it?”
Maggie, do you remember the year Mom was promoted to Vice Principal at Marietta high school?”
“Yes, it was…. ”
“Don’t say it out loud,” I interrupt. “When we hang up, I am going to hack your phone and program it to lock after each use. The code to unlock will be the year we just discussed. And sometime next week, I will hack your phone again and download an app I have been working on. I think you will find my app very helpful when you want to keep Bubba in the dark.”
“What will the app do?”
“When I put the finishing touches on my app, you will be able to mislead Bubba on your whereabouts. I have designed it to allow you to enter a location, and no matter where you go, your true location will not appear. The location you entered will be visible to the person tracking you. When you meet me at the airport, your phone can show you at the grocery store or any place you choose to enter in your phone.”
“What do you call your app?”
“I haven’t given it a name yet, but it will appear on your phone as an innocuous game. Bubba won’t be suspicious if he does notice it. I may be able to add a few other features that help you solve some of the other problems you seem to have with Bubba.”
The following week I did a cursory search of Bubba’s finances found some eye-opening information. I was anxious yet also apprehensive about telling Maggie what I had discovered. I decided to give her a quick call.
“Maggie, I did a quick assets search after we last spoke and found you guys are extremely wealthy.”
“We are?
“Yes, you are, big sister. That’s why I can’t understand why Bubba is so frugal with the money.”
“Just how wealthy are we, Jimmy?”
“I found that you have investment accounts with Fidelity, Schwab, Vanguard, and Edward Jones. In addition to that, you have a healthy savings account, expense checking account, and household checking account at Bank of Miami. You also have several credit cards that I have not reviewed yet, but I will get around to that shortly.”
“Okay, I know about those accounts, but I don’t have any idea how much is in each account because Bubba lets his investment advisor handle all of them.
“What did you say the expense checking account was for, Maggie? There’s over one hundred and fifty thousand dollars in it.”
“Bubba told me it was to cover incidental expenses on the road that the team doesn’t cover.”
“That doesn’t sound right, Maggie. What expenses could he possibly have on the road that the team doesn’t cover? What expenses could there be that would require that much money in the account?”
“Bubba said he occasionally has to pick up the tabs for dinner and drinks and other miscellaneous things for some of his teammates.”
“That still doesn’t justify having that much money in the account. Do you mind if I look into that further? It sounds suspicious to me.”
“I’m okay with it, Jimmy, but why are you suspicious?”
“Well, in case of a divorce, Florida is a 50/50 property split unless there was a prenup or any other extenuating circumstances.”
“Who said anything about a divorce, Jimmy?”
“Maggie… Bubba has you on a tight budget, he doesn’t discuss any of his finances with you, and he is tracking your movements. How long will you put up with that before you start considering a divorce?”
“Jimmy… Bubba doesn’t physically abuse me or mistreat me in any way. Why do you think I would want to divorce him? The only reason I would consider divorce is if he cheated on me.”
“Well… Do you know for sure that Bubba isn’t cheating on you? That expense account alone raises my suspicion. So, I ask again do you mind if I check into it further.
“No, go ahead and check anything you want, but I am pretty sure there are no other women in his life. If there were other women, I am pretty sure I would know about them.”
After hanging up with Maggie, my dick was hard just thinking about how much I wanted to fuck her again. I was so hard I couldn’t leave my desk without everyone seeing the boner trying to break free of my pants. I wanted to fuck Maggie again so much it was beginning to occupy my mind most days.
I needed sexual relief, so I picked up the phone and called Mona but got no answer. I’ve been out with Sandra several times and still haven’t scored. So, I’m not sure why, but I called Sandra next. She answered on the third ring.
“Hello, Jimmy, I was just thinking about you,” Sandra cooed.
“How did you know it was me, Sandra?”
“Well, duh. I have a caller ID. I thought a young computer genius would know that.” She laughed.
“Yeah, right. I’ve had my mind on dozens of things lately and wasn’t thinking when I asked that.”
“With your mind so clustered, why are you calling me, Jimmy?”
“I was hoping you would go out to dinner with me tonight.”
“I would like it better if you came to my place for dinner, Jimmy. I make a beef stroganoff that all my friends rave about. Do you want to come over and try it for yourself?”
“Absolutely! What time do you want me to come over?”
“Why don’t you come over about sevenish?”
“Okay, I’ll be there around seven. What kind of wine goes with your stroganoff? I’ll pick up a bottle on my way home.
“No, not wine. My stroganoff goes best when served with a Russian cocktail I have learned to make. You are old enough to drink hard liquor, aren’t you, Jimmy?” she laughed.
“Ha, ha!” I remarked. “What vodka should I bring?”
“I have everything I need for this dinner. The only thing missing right now is you,” Sandra giggled.
She is going out of her way to tease me. Maybe tonight will be my lucky night. Perhaps it will be the fitting night to talk her into bed, I thought. I rushed home after work to shower and shave before going to Sandra’s.
When I arrived, Sandra met me at the door with one of her Russian cocktails. She was wearing shorts and a polo shirt that emphasized her tits, and the nipples were hard and straining against her shirt. She was also wearing sandals that made her feet look very sexy. Dinner was just as exquisite as she had promised. The Russian cocktails were strong and hit me quickly. I wondered if she planned them to soften my disappointment with her next rejection. A rejection I was sure would come if I tried to push sex again, or was she ready to go all the way with me. We settled on the den sofa after dinner and had another Russian cocktail. We engaged in casual conversation for about ten minutes before I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.
We sat our cocktails aside and engaged in a heavy make-out session there on her den sofa. After about twenty minutes of heavy kissing, breathing, and groping, my hand went up under the back of Sandra’s polo shirt. And with the skill of many years of practice, I unsnapped her bra. She didn’t complain. I took that as a good sign as she wiggled out of her bra without removing her shirt. However, I did get a pretty good glimpse of her tits when she tossed the bra at me and laid back. I caught the bra with my left hand. It was an expensive silk nylon bra, sky blue with fancy white lace borders. I wanted to hold it to my nose and breath in her scent, but I didn’t.
Sandra’s tits are this side of magnificent, more prominent than Maggie’s nice rack, and her nipples seemed larger, too. Sandra took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and exhaled slowly.
“That’s much better,” she sighed.
I sat like an oversexed teenager gawking at her nipples as they pushed against her shirt. Hard nipples that were threatening to rip through her shirt at any moment. When she opened her eyes, she caught me staring at her tits; she said, “Remember Jimmy that you promised to take things slow… okay?”
I became frustrated and wanted to move things on a bit faster because I am horny for my sister right now but nodded my head okay like a little boy minding his mother. I was kind of in a trance.
I wanted to drag her to the bedroom and ravish her body. For a brief moment, I was tempted to grabbed one of her nipples and to twist it until she had tears in her eyes. But I didn’t.
Fifteen minutes later, we were still simply making out. I removed Sandra’s sandals and began massaging her feet. For the first time, I noticed how sexy her long slender feet were. For some reason, I found that very hot. Her toenails painted a bright red; matching her fingernails caused my dick to become even stiffer. I couldn’t help myself. I had to lift her feet and kiss each toe. The soles of her feet were velvety soft and felt like fine silk. I started to get pain from my erection.
About ten minutes later, I could hold off no longer. I scooped Sandra in my arms and hauled her to the bedroom. She protested the whole way but didn’t make any attempt to break away.
“Jimmy, I told you I am a Christain woman, and I am not going to fall into bed with you or any other man who is here for just a booty call. The Bible forbids sex outside the bonds of matrimony.”
“Actually, there is no specific prohibition in the Bible against sex between an unmarried man and unmarried woman, but some Bible passages may be relevant to fucking your neighbor’s wife, your brother’s wife, your uncle’s wife, or any wife other than your own,” I countered. I didn’t know or care if what I said was true or not. I just wanted to fuck her.
“Jimmy, I just got out of a bad marriage, and I am not looking to get into another bad situation.”
“And I have no intentions of putting you into a bad situation, Sandra. I only want to pleasure you and hopefully bring a degree of fun and excitement into your life. So lay back, relax, and see where tonight leads us.”
She looked at me suspiciously for a minute and then nodded her approval. I took a deep breath, then nervously unbuttoned her shorts and unzipped them, exposing her panties. They were the same sky-blue silk nylon as her bra. They even had identical white lace and were sheer enough I could see she was a natural blond. I tugged at her shorts, and she lifted her butt to assist but held tight to her panties to make sure they did not come off with her shorts. I leaned down and kissed her pussy through her panties. I made another attempted to slide her panties down again roughly. She held her panties in a death grip and refused to let me. I persisted.
Whack! She slapped me across the face. I was momentarily dazed. I was enraged. I lost all sensibility. I could feel the heat rise from my shoulders, up to my neck to my face. I turned into a crazy man and ripped her panties off, and tossed them aside.
Sandra gasped when I shoved my middle finger and forefinger into her wet pussy. Yes, it was wet. It was literally soaked. As much as she had tried to convince me that she wanted to go slow, she couldn’t deny that her pussy was clenching and aching with desire. Our evening had become a sexual challenge, and I was sure she was feeling the same thing. While vigorously finger fucking her pussy, my fingers were doing precisely what I had wanted to do the first night we met.
She grasped my hand and tried to push it away as I enthusiastically shoved my fingers in and out of her pussy. I didn’t realize it at first, but I wanted to punish this woman. I wanted to get even for the agony she had put me through by denying me sex. I felt her stiffen and was sure she was on the verge of an orgasm, but I didn’t want her to orgasm. Not yet, anyway. I needed to deny her that pleasure the way she had denied me pleasure. I wanted her to suffer from that unmet desire to cum. I pulled my fingers from her pussy, removed my shorts and boxers, and then tossed my boxers in her face. She left them there for a minute. I think she was enjoying my scent on my boxers. A minute later, she tossed my boxers back at me.
Was I about to take my beautiful neighbor by force? No. I just wanted to unleash the pent-up anger I’ve had for this woman since that first day she denied me access to her body. We’ve had several dates since that first, and she still refuses me. I push her polo shirt up high enough it trapped her arms over her head and covered her face. I took that opportunity to suck on her beautiful swollen nipples.
She seemed to have the same nipple sensitivity that Maggie and my Mom have. I wondered if she, too, was sensitive enough to have breast orgasms as they do. I continued sucking and fondling Sandra’s sweet mature breasts, alternately sucking one nipple, then the other. Sandra’s hard nipples felt swollen and even more sensitive as I continued to suck on them. I could tell she loved the feeling because she was soon murmuring her encouragement.
“Oh my, God, you son-of-a-bitch,” she gasped!
I kept torturing her nipples.
“Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I’m going to cummmm,” she shrieked! “Do you hear me, you worthless asshole! You’re gonna make me cum!”
That answered my question. Sandra can indeed have nipple orgasms. She struggled like she was trying to break free of me. I rose to my knees and removed her shirt, freeing her arms. I was amazed to find Sandra’s body a mixture of Maggie’s and a porn star’s. I couldn’t help but admire the almost perfect tits that had minimal sag and her flat belly. I asked myself, “Should I really be doing this to my neighbor?”
My dick twitched, yes.
I dove between Sandra’s thighs and latched onto her pussy. I tongue fucked her sweet cavity like I was possessed. She gasped and grabbed my hair, pulling it in several directions. I couldn’t tell if she was trying to push me away or pull me closer to her pussy. I found her clit and whacked it several times with my tongue before clamping my teeth down hard. She screamed, and her whole body began jerking as if jolts of electricity were flowing through her.
“Oh my God, Jimmy. You are making me cum again,” she squealed and then pushed my mouth away from her sensitive clit.
I hopped to my knees. My cock was drooling pre-cum with anticipation, and I leaned forward to rub the tip along Sandra’s glistening pussy. At the first contact with her clit, Sandra bit her lip and moaned. I teased her just a bit, sliding the head of my cock just inside her to wet the tip and then moving it up and down along her slick labia. I continued to push my hips forward as I pointed my rigid member to the bottom of her slit so that I could penetrate the narrow hole with ease. When I sank a few inches into her, she squealed again. We both gasped as my entire length traveled to her cervix. When it bumped across her cervix, Sandra whimpered, and her eyes closed. An orgasm was lurking nearby.
I thrust my cock into her pussy and felt it close tightly around my shaft. She was gasping as though she couldn’t catch her breath. I latched onto one of her hard nipples again and began sucking like I was a starving infant. I switched to her other nipple and tried to devour it.
All she said was, “Oh… my… God!”
Sandra’s breathing got heavy as I sucked her nipples, making her wince a bit in pain and a lot in pleasure. I hammered her pussy, bringing her back to the brink of another orgasm. I didn’t want her to experience another orgasm. Anyway, not yet. I wanted her to continue paying for the teasing I suffered when I first tried to make love to her. I started to ease my cock out, but she wrapped her legs around my waist, forced me back in.
“Oh, my God, Jimmy…I want you inside me.” She whimpered!
That was something I never dreamed I would hear from a woman so adamant about avoiding sex. I could tell by Sandra’s expression; she was trying to rationalize what was happening. Still, soon she was arching her back as she moaned to the rhythm of my hips. Sandra could hardly bring herself to look at me as I pounded her pussy. For a brief moment, I almost felt unsettled and dreadful doing this to her, yet it felt so goddamn normal and genuine.
Sandra’s vaginal walls squeezed me hard the whole time. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. She pulled me to her, pressing her lips against mine. First, it was a light touch that made both of us tingle. Then she pressed her lips harder against mine, and when my lips parted, she slipped her tongue inside. She slowly probed, waiting for my response, then our tongues danced upon coming into contact. She grimaced from the pain of my roughness. I was way too focused on the incredible tightness of her pussy to notice or even care about her discomfort.
Over and over, I propelled my rock-hard shaft into her soaked pussy, my balls slapping against her firm ass. I remember thinking that Sandra probably didn’t expect to feel such pleasure from sex with a young and supposedly inexperienced man as I. Still, she couldn’t deny the sound that the increased moisture made, slopping noises that became louder the more I fucked her. Sandra dug her nails into my back while I pounded her. Even though she was pretty wet, I could tell my roughness still hurt her a bit, but I didn’t care!
Sandra grunted and begged after one of my deep thrusts. “Please, slow down a little, Jimmy, “she whispered in my ear. Her plea went somewhat unanswered as my cock violently stabbed into her cunt repeatedly until I felt the inevitable orgasm building again in both of us.
I wanted to keep hammering her, but I had other plans. That didn’t stop her or me from having a powerful orgasm after yanking it out. I took my cock in hand and released the pent-up load all over her stomach, tits, and face. Her orgasm followed soon afterward.
I fell to my back, exhausted. Sandra quickly moved down and enveloped my deflating cock with her hot mouth and licked it clean of our combined juices. She then wrapped her slender fingers around my limber cock, using her thumbnail to force more of my baby batter to the tip of my dick, and swallowed it.
“Mmmm… I want to taste this every day for the rest of my life,” she sighed.
“What,” I weakly whimpered?
Sandra used her thumbnail again, forcing more of my love juice out, and sucked it into her mouth. She rolled it around on her tongue and then smiled, “I just realized I couldn’t do without the taste of a man’s cum in my mouth. I don’t know why I fought sex so long after my divorce.”
I wasn’t sure what to do next. I wasn’t looking for a long-term relationship with Sandra. I looked at Sandra asked, “Are you expecting to have a long-term relationship with me?”
Sandra just smiled and shrugged her shoulders.
The look on Sandra”s face when I announce, “I’m sorry, Sandra. I took advantage of you and fucked you silly, but I’m not ready for anything permanent.”
“Jimmy!” Sandra sat up to face me. “I’m only looking for a fuck buddy, not a long-term commitment.”
She grabbed my face with the palms of her soft hands. “You didn’t take advantage of me. I wanted this, and it was bound to happen sooner or later. My Christian upbringing caused me to act like I didn’t want it to happen.”
She kissed me tenderly on the lips and whispered, “Jimmy, I’m glad it finally happened. Now, let’s get cleaned up.”
I blindly followed Sandra into the master bathroom. She adjusted the water temperature and then hopped into the shower. I obediently stepped in behind her. She acted like this was the most normal thing in the world. My eyes drifted down to her pear-shaped ass once she started scrubbing herself. I still couldn’t believe I had been fucking this Christian woman a few minutes ago.
Sandra turned and handed me the soap and, in a firm voice, said, “Soap my tits really well, Jimmy, and then I want my pussy and asshole soaped as well!”
It appeared Sandra was going to order me around like she was my mother or we were in a relationship, but I didn’t care if she continues to share her fantastic body with me. After all, she was almost old enough to be my mother. It was probably better if she did appear to be overbearing because if we suddenly became familiar with each other, people around our condo would soon begin to gossip.
I soaped her tits and tweaked her nipples before moving down to pay attention to the walls of her velvet pussy. When I began to scrub her anal opening, she leaned forward and spread her cheeks. I soaped her ass really good and started finger fucking her ass. I swear I think she had an orgasm while I fingered her butt. My erection rejuvenated as I thought about her warm tightness.
Sandra noticed my staring at her butt when she turned to the side. “What’s wrong, Jimmy?”
“Oh, uh, it’s nothing…” I tried to hide my growing cock, but then thought the hell with it. I soaped my cock and pressed the tip to her anal opening.
Sandra pulled away and said, “No… no, Jimmy. We will save that for another day. Okay, Sweetie?”
I dejectedly dropped my head and started to move away. However, Sandra chuckled. And with a single hand, she reached between her legs and spread her pink cunt open, “It looks like you have a little more energy to expend.”
Moving like a zoned-out sleepwalker, I did as she asked. No, I did as she ordered. I wanted to please this woman. This woman that an hour ago was someone I thought was unfuckable. As I pressed my cock into her warm pussy. She smiled warmly over her shoulder at me and said, “Why don’t you cum for me again, Jimmy? Come for me and make me cum again for you.”
After having sex for the second time that evening, we finished showering and returned to her bedroom. Sandra gave me one more passionate kiss with lots of tongue. I snuggled in Sandra’s warm arms, feeling her glorious naked breasts pressing against my hairy chest. She pulled back and looked me deeply in the eyes. Our lips were still wet with saliva, and our minds were still in a sensual daze.
Sandra stroked her finger through my wet hair and whispered softly, “You know, Jimmy, the two of us having sex might’ve been a good thing.”
I was exhausted from the unbelievable events of that evening. The thrill of sexually experiencing a mature, eager, and beautiful woman hit me all at once, and I let every luscious detail fill my senses. Nothing Sandra said after that penetrated my exhausted brain. Powerful sexual energy flowed between us, and I fell asleep in her warm and loving arms without commenting.
*****
“Maggie, I checked further into your’s and Bubba’s finances. I found that your name is not on any of the assets. The house you have in Miami is in his name only. That house is worth well over two million dollars. Bubba bought the house after you two were married, so it falls under marital assets. But I can’t find where he has you as a beneficiary on anything other than a million-dollar life insurance policy on himself.”
“You don’t like Bubba do you, Jimmy?” Maggie answered with apparent anger in her voice.
“No, I don’t, but that’s not why I want to look into his finances. I have found some other hidden assets that Bubba may be keeping from you.”
“What assets are you referring to when you say hidden?” There is a bit of surprise in her voice and still a bit of anger.
“Maggie, are you familiar with a corporation called Willis Global?”
No, I can’t say that I have. What is Willis Global?”
“George ‘Bubba’ Willis is the President and CEO of Willis Global Corporation. His Board of Directors is made up of fellow team members. I understand many of his team members have similar corporations, and they sit on each other’s Board of Directors. Now, this corporation may be only a tax shelter, but it can also be a means to protect his assets from you in case of a divorce. I think you should at least be on the Board of Directors if it is only a tax shelter.
“Jimmy, what kind of assets are we talking about with Willis Global?”
“Willis Global Corporation has holdings in real estate, securities, precious metals, and hedge funds. The Corporation is worth over fifty million dollars, none of which you can touch in case of a divorce. You should know that this Corporation owns several luxury resort condos in Aspen and Breckenridge, Colorado. The annual revenue from the rent of those condos runs into the hundreds of thousands each year. Willis Global also owns office parks, chain restaurants, and multi-screen movie theaters all over the southeast. Bubba is a wealthy man, but he appears to be hiding all that from his wife.”
“And it could be, as you say, only a tax shelter,” Maggie replies, still defending her husband.
“Maggie, Let me find a way to protect you in case Bubba tries to put one over on you. I am talking about a lot of money, Maggie. And you need to be shielded from a significant loss if there IS a divorce. Or, God forbid, IRS charges if they find Bubba violating the tax laws.”
“I don’t believe Bubba would ever do anything to cause me harm, but you have my permission to look further into the matter.” I can tell she is starting to cry.
“Does Bubba have a laptop he takes with him on trips out of town with the team?”
“Yes. We use it to Skype when he is away. Why do you ask?”
“I want you to get me the IP address for his laptop. When you can open his computer without him around, just give me a call, and I will walk you through how to get the IP address.”
“Why do you need his IP address?”
“I can use it to monitor his activities if he doesn’t shut it down after Skyping with you. I can also monitor his movements through the hotel security cameras if I know which hotel he is staying in.”
“Okay, I can probably do that this weekend because he is not traveling on the road, and his computer will be on his desk.”
“Okay… I’ll wait for your call. And Maggie, don’t forget I love you, and I don’t want to see you hurt. It will relieve both our minds if everything checks out.”
*******
It didn’t take long to get several damning videos on Bubba. I needed to inform Maggie but was reluctant to hurt her. After a day of agonizing over whether I wanted to destroy Maggie’s marriage, I picked up the phone and called her.
“Maggie, you know I would never do anything to upset you intentionally, but I’m afraid what I found about Bubba is going to hurt. Do you want me to reveal what I found, or would you rather I drop the matter?”
“Damn, Jimmy, couldn’t you have worded that differently? I don’t want to hear bad news about Bubba, but the way you say it makes my curiosity such that I must hear what you found.”
“Bubba is cheating on you. I have it on video.”
“Who is the rotten bitch he is cheating on me with? Is she one of the cheerleaders? Get me a name and I will chock the life out of that bitch!”
“It’s not a cheerleader, Maggie; it’s one of the coaches.”
“I didn’t know they had female coaches in the NFL.”
“Maggie, the coach I am referring to is not female.”
“Are you telling me Bubba is gay?”
“I don’t know about Bubba, but the coach is definitely gay, and he uses his position to get players to sleep with him. He promises them more playing time if they enter into a gay affair with him. Bubba seems to be one of his favorites.”
“And you have video of them together?”
“Yes, do you want me to send you copies so you can see for yourself?”
“No, after I hire divorce attornies, you can send the videos to them for their review. I don’t want to see Bubba with another man.”
“When are you going to hire an attorney?”
“I’m not sure. First, I have to find the money to pay an attorney. Then I have to find the money to move away from Bubba.”
“Go live with Mom and Dad until the divorce is final.”
“Jimmy, I don’t even have to money to buy a plane ticket. Bubba controls the purse strings in this marriage.”
“Maggie, pack your bags immediately and head for the airport. I will have a ticket to Atlanta waiting on you. I also have two credit cards with your name on them, with each having a twenty-five thousand credit limit. I will overnight them to Mom and Dad’s house when we hang up.”
“Jimmy, you don’t have that kind of money, and I can’t expect you to support me when I leave Bubba.”
“It’s not my money, Sis. It belongs to you and Bubba. All I did was push a few keys on my computer, and ‘voila,’ you have access to money that is rightfully yours.”
“I told you, Jimmy, I didn’t want you doing anything illegal.”
“It’s not illegal. I will explain everything to you when you get to Mom and Dad’s house.”
TO BE CONTINUED.