Isabella Pt. 01

Isabella Part one

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Author's Notes: These are my stories, nobody can copy or sample them.

Characters:

Teddy Benedict forty five year old husband of Beth Benedict financial consultant who works some three letter government entities

Beth Benedict forty two year old loving albeit ditzy wife of Teddy and mother of Liz and Celeste

Chapter one.

2012:

People that I work for across several agencies, respect my intelligence and ability to compartmentalize issues. I had been in the Navy and retired at the age of thirty eight. When I was in the Navy they put me through both undergrad and graduate school where I got two degrees in economics and statistics, oh and French and Spanish. My grandfather and dad spoke Bohemian which was an obscure romance language and I could understand it when hearing people speak. In French and Spanish I could read, write and speak.

Compartmentalizing things had become more difficult the older I got. It was easier when we were first married, I loved Beth. We had been stationed on the West coast when we were first married, NAS Lemoore in the San Joaquin and later at the Defense language institute in Monterrey, California.

Some ten years ago as I was beginning to do the work for the Navy in what I now do as a non-military, my life was vetted by three different agencies, one domestic, one foreign and the third was related to communication. I was based in Seattle and worked in the Federal Building on First and Marian in downtown Seattle.

My parents lived on Queen Anne Hill in the house where I was raised. I had two older brothers, one who was a guide in Homer, Alaska, for salmon fishermen, John Benedict. We do not talk much, he hated my parents as did I. My oldest Brother Bill lived in Bossier City, Louisiana. He was a writer and also hated our parents. Both had been married quite a few times and I had not seen either of them or their kids in decades.

We lived in the Mt. Baker district east of downtown Seattle in a huge old drafty house overlooking Lake Washington that Beth's grandmother sold to us after we returned from NAS Lemoore as I started school at the University of Washington.

I was summoned to the Secretary of Navy's office, the undersecretary in charge of intelligence to review my vetting for my new role. Which meant I drove to Joint Base Lewis McChord and flew to Andrews Air Force Base in a C-130 Lockheed Hercules, which was a four engine turbo prop and freezing cold.

I am a CWO4 Chief Warrant Officer in the Navy Reserve still, but I was a CW02 then. I took off at 0700 hours and arrived at Andrews at 1300 hours and was driven in a pick up to the Pentagon for a 1400 meeting with the under secretary and I was early at 1345 hours sitting next to his assistant who was banging away on her keyboard and printing a bunch of forms. She took the forms and put sticky notes on all the pages where I had to sign or put my initials on.

She put one form on a clipboard and said, "Carefully read this sign and date this. This is critical for you to read this carefully. It says that you cannot talk to anyone about what will be covered in the meeting. We will know when and if you do and will go to Leavenworth Prison for the rest of your life. Give me your phone."

It was turned off and in my brief case. I handed it to her. She took the sim card out and put both in a baggy.

I had already gone through two check points already. Three men in security uniforms with wands asked me to stand up and I was waved and patted me down.

"Mr. Benedict the secretary is ready for you now."

At this point as I entered her office I had an enormous sense of disquietude had descended on me. She was tall and in her fifties and a Rear Admiral, her name was Holland McGinnis. I walked to her desk and stood at attention and said, "Ma'am, Warrant Officer Benedict reporting as ordered."

"Mr. Benedict, I've been looking forward to meeting you. Let's go set at the table, " she gestured towards a long conference table. We walked over to the table and sat down. I put my cover on the table next to me."

"Mr. Benedict what do people call you, your friends?"

"Ma'am, two things, playing sports people called me Benny. But my family and my service friends call me Teddy."

"Teddy this is a long process and it will take us a couple of days. Tomorrow morning you will be given a polygraph, do not eat or drink coffee before the test. Okay?"

"Yes ma'am."

"How are you feeling right now Teddy?"

"The way you win at poker Ma'am is to find people's tells. Your assistant is the mother I wished I had, she looked very sad when she studied me, when she didn't think I was looking at her. I feel a sense of extreme disquietude about something in my life that I don't know about. I left this morning excited about coming here. I feel I've crossed the Rubicon and nothing will ever be the same. I can't go back and what I thought was a good future, looks anything but that."

"Teddy your service to your country has been exemplary, your service on the Oriskany was extraordinary and singular. You've taken to this new work like a duck to water. You are happily married. I would easily go to war with you aboard my ship."

Her assistant appeared with sandwiches and soup and two bottles of ginger beer, a non -alcoholic super ginger ale. The soup was navy bean soup and the sandwiches were tuna melts, my favorite.

"Teddy I love your favorites, dig in."

Within the hour my world started to disintegrate. It was discovered on my last physical that I'd had chlamydia for some time, which apparently does not present in men sometimes.

Beth had serial affairs, sometimes overlapping. She hooked up with her friend's husbands, sometimes her friend too.

She was a surrogate for her boss and his wife, which in fact was closer to a polyamory relationship.

Everyone in my world knew I was a clueless cuckold. I felt deathly cold.

It got worse she wanted to divorce me and marry her boss who was a millionaire or not marry just live with him and his wife.

At my last physical I was given an antibiotic, Zithromax which I was told was an update to shots I got in boot camp. Beth said I was boring, maybe if I would have been receptive to wife swapping or swinging she would stay.

There had never been a single conversation about that stuff. I always felt she loved me. and wanted to have children. Then the discussion turned weird.

My parents had apparently got divorced four years ago, but nobody had told me, but Beth knew. My dad caught her working as an escort, she was in her early sixties for God's sake, but had been doing it for decades.

We took a break at nearly 1900 hours. The conference room was on an inside wall and there were windows. I went and stared out the windows at the walls far away. I was puzzled at this point because what they had shown me was that I was a clueless, hapless cuckold from a white trash background.

There must be some mission that does not involve my family. I'm a prime candidate to be turned by some foreign agent, or even a corporate agent.

The Admiral was beside me and offered me a ginger beer and said, "How you holding up Teddy?"

"Ma'am, I'll be okay but I've been knocked down a couple of times and I feel like the worst is not over. I'm a prime candidate to be turned with this kind of film, for blackmail. I do not want to ever see Beth again and will either abandon the relationship if I sever from the Navy or divorce her. I would like to request an overseas assignment, that would not allow me to bring family with me. Admiral, I'm smart and a good analyst, but I can't forgive this and I just want a divorce. Life is too short."

"There's nothing that could get you to forgive her?"

"Nope and I never ever want to see her again. She can have the house. I mean seriously, counseling, 'What are your goals Mr. Benedict?' 'Well Miss counselor can I get a hard count on how many people she's fucked, has she been tested for HIV?'

"Sorry ma'am, there's no way. Even if she was a spy or some such bull shit, hard pass."

"My assistant will show you to your quarters tonight. 0900 in the morning here for the polygraph.

"Is your name Teddy Benedict?"

"Yes."

"Tell me a line to establish your baseline."

I didn't respond because I got lost thinking about what I thought I knew but it turned out a lie.

"Mr. Benedict tell me a lie so that I can establish your baseline."

"I've had a good life so far."

"Answer yes or no to following questions."

"Are you staying in the Navy?"

"No."

"Were you excited by the videos of your wife fucking?

"No."

The test took fifty minutes and they were satisfied that I told them the truth.

The admiral's assistant came to get me after all the connections were removed from my body. She gestured towards the door and we walked through the door into a large corridor. After walking for ten minutes she pointed at door way and I opened the door for her and followed her into a room set with steam tables with hash browns, patty sausage, bacon, toasted bagels, cream cheese in a bowl, peanut butter in a bowl and a cook ready to do eggs. He raised his eye brows in question.

"Four over easy, please."

The frying pan sizzled with the butter he tossed in. He had a bowl with six cracked eggs in it. He gently poured each into the skillet, then using a spoon he scooped the butter over the eggs. He flipped them over after two minutes and then shortly after that they were on a plate and added to my tray. There was a table against the wall and I went to it and set my food down. I got a cup and an urn full of coffee.

I was hungry and the food was good and the coffee black and strong. It was about three in the morning that a thought came unbidden to my mind, 'Don't waste a second of your precious time on anyone that's not worth it.'

I was experiencing angst when I first head those words from my mom at the age of thirteen. I realized more than ever before it was true now. I was thinking about the best catchers I ever saw play, including on television, when the Admiral pulled out a chair at my table. I started to stand it up when she interrupted..

"Keep your seat, " she said.

She had a tray with yogurt and sliced peaches, toast and two poached eggs in a bowl. She poured herself some coffee and broke up the eggs with a fork then spooned egg onto the toast and bit the small piece off, drank some coffee and repeated.

I cut a piece of toast in half and smeared it with peanut butter, then cream cheese and peanut butter, a sausage patty then two eggs and put the other half a piece of toast on top. I leaned over my plate and bit half of the egg sandwich in my mouth chewed several times and took a gulp of coffee. I made my way through the rest of the toast with my egg sandwiches.

That left the hash browns two eggs and bacon. I broke the eggs on top of the hashbrowns and added the bacon. I poured some more coffee into my cup and hers. I went back to the table for some more toast and added peanut butter to the toast and piled the hashbrowns atop the piece and made the sandwich and finished it.

"That was an impressive performance."

"Thank you Admiral. I was hungry."

"Do you mind if I ask what you're going to do Teddy?"

"Ma'am you just did, and to not be impertinent, I will request retirement papers and transfer to the reserves, which should be in three months."

"Then what?"

"Divorce, private job, here I think."

"Why leave the Navy, stay in and you've got a great career?"

I took a sip of my coffee and set the mug down.

"Ma'am I'm not stupid, I may be naïve, but I'm not stupid, "I said as I stared into her eyes."

"Some of those videos go back quite a few years. Why would anyone be filming Beth. I was a nobody, she must have been the somebody. I was her beard, I am her beard."

"My marriage was fake, is fake. It's one thing to willingly serve and even give my life in service. It's quite another thing to be manipulated, lied to and taken advantage of. I'm a fucking Warrant Officer, a true nobody who doesn't need to be vetted by a Rear Admiral. I'm done being a fool."

"Admiral I have more than enough accumulated leave to be on leave the rest of my active duty. Out of convenience please have me reassigned here."

"Mr. Benedict you are not stupid, the Navy did not do this to you, but probably we could have protected you better. My assistant will have quarters set up for you at NAS Patuxent River which is sixty miles from here. Best of luck."

It was possible to a car at the Pentagon and have it driven to you there. I went shopping in Lexington Park, which is the town outside of the Naval Air Station. I bought two laptops with tons of RAM and storage and then a smart phone. I was able to get to the internet on base using the base Wi-Fi. I set up two fake Hotmail accounts, one Yahoo account and one gmail account. I set up the smart phone with two of the fake email accounts.

My dad's primary attorney was Ziva Feinberg. She worked for Karr Tuttle in Seattle. I googled her number and called her. She picked up, it was only two in Seattle.

"Hi Ziva, this is Teddy Benedict, Bill's son. Nice to meet you too. I need some help and need to file divorce, citing infidelity. I know the state is a no fault, but I want to embarrass her publicly. I will send you what I have. Okay text me your email address and I'll send you everything, times, dates, pictures and videos. Okay. Thanks."

I used the gym at the base which had an indoor track, a pool and a weight lifting area. I'm six foot one and weigh two hundred and five pounds. After a month of running five miles a day and swimming light intervals, I weighed one hundred and eighty pounds. I worked out doing plyometric routines on big rubber balls. Which emphasized flexibility. My hair which was red was a bit longer but not much.

My old phone was dead, so Beth had not heard from me, nor I her since she didn't have my new number. I went on to her facebook account and changed her relationship status to "it's complicated" and posted a picture of her taking it from behind looking over her shoulder biting her lip. Then I added a video of her kissing a woman and an edited video of her bobbing up and down on some guy's dick and changed her passwords.

But my favorite was adding ten videos to Reddit and their r/bullypie section. Her getting fucked with ejaculate everywhere.

She neither contested the divorce nor asked for counseling. She asked for an hour meeting.

The only place I would meet was Ziva Feinberg's office.

I had arrived at Joint Lewis McChord Joint base last night at 2030 hours travelling in a C130H Hercules. Dad was parked in B-level in the parking lot in a 1978 GMC "Jimmy". It had a GMC in line six cylinder engine bored and stroked to over four hundred foot pounds of horsepower.

He drove to our old family home in Seattle and put the rig in neutral and climbed out and said, "It's yours, be safe."

"I was early to Ziva's office in the old Columbia tower, some seventy three stories tall. Her office was on the sixty second floor. I had to switch elevators on the fifty first floor. The receptionist's mouth dropped open and she said, "You must be Teddy! You look so much like your dad. Please follow me and I followed her, fixated on her ass as my dick hardened.

We got to a conference room and I looked up to her reddening face and she held up her left hand showing a wedding and engagement ring and she said, "I am happily married to the most beautiful woman in the world, "having nothing else to say she flounced away.

I pulled my phone out and it was now one fifteen. It was becoming more and more obvious to me that I was some stupid stooge that had been used to protect some mission (s) she was involved in.

I was about to leave and she walked in the room and closed the door and walked around the end of the table and approached me as if to hug me, like we'd done so many times before. She looked up just as I raised my arm with the palm of my hand facing her and I said, "Stop."

She looked surprised and hurt all at once. I said, "I'm on my second round of antibiotics recovering from the gift you gave me. Go back to the other side of the table. You were fifteen minutes late, you now have forty two minutes, you wanted to meet?"

She said, "I am so sorry, I never meant to hurt you."

I said, "Technically that's true, I suppose. I did not mean anything to you then or now. Pity fucks are not love."

"I really do not want to talk any further, so you can talk for the remaining thirty four minutes. I might reply, I am inclined to say nothing. Understand when I found out, I was in terrible pain. Today is better. I'm told in a while I will be thankful and not care of your actions. At this moment I can assure you, I repeat, I can assure you that I detest you."

I took my phone out and checked the news unable to focus. She said nothing and finally stood up and left the room and was gone. Shortly thereafter Ziva came into the room.

"She is a remarkable actor."

I responded, "Maybe so, but I do not think so. I was a piece of the furniture, may be a comfortable one that she enjoyed, but she had great preferences reserved for others than me."

Beth's story:

People say I looked like a cross between Anna Kendrick and Valerie Bertinelli the actors. Teddy and I during our first year married, I was nineteen and we were in this tiny town in the San Joaquin Valley Hanford, California. We played tennis at night, went out to the king's river, drank beer, sun bathed, swam, fucked, read novels. He was a magician with his mouth, one afternoon ate me to seven climaxes.

Everything was going great, we went to this picnic for his shop and his boss brought this non-Navy guy, Jeff, who planted himself on the grass about three feet from me and Teddy. He was wearing old white gym shorts and no underwear and his dick was long thick and pink, I don't exaggerate that it was fourteen or fifteen inches long. I loved Teddy so much then, but I had to have this dick. Teddy had a nice thick seven inch dick, which I completely forgot about.

I had a part time job working in the junior high library about ten blocks away from our duplex working nine to twelve.

Jeff started picking me up at the school and we would go to his Motel, for nine dollars and five days a week he fucked my brains out, Then we'd go to McDonalds and get something to eat and he'd take me to our duplex on Porter street.

That went on for a three weeks, when I was called into the school principal's office who had taken pictures of me getting into Jeff's car and then following us to the Motel and taking more pictures. He wanted some of me too. He was Allan Gomez and he taught me how to deep throat a dick which I enjoyed.

Teddy had to go to sea on the Oriskany and I flew back to Seattle and saw my pack of slut bag friends and did the party fun time, a bunch of Teddy's friends in one epic scene at an apartment.

My older brother Richie somehow knew everything, He was queer and a gossip queen and asked me out to have breakfast as we were both living at our parent's home.

He blasted me for cheating on Teddy, then asked me if I did not love him. I started crying and I said I loved him so much it hurt.

He asked me what was wrong with me, he told me that people at church approached him about me. He told me that he found two used condoms in our parent's station wagon. He asked me why I was doing this and I started crying. I said one word, "Dad."

He asked me a whole host of questions and I held my hands up and said, "Stop, I can't talk about it. I won't talk about it."

Apparently Teddy was none the wiser.

He was in the Navy Reserve at NAS Sand Point out on the western shore of Lake Washington. He'd leave Saturday morning and return home Sunday afternoon. He'd call me on Saturday night somewhere between nine and ten. We were living in a duplex on Magnolia, then, I'd go down to this bar in Magnolia Village and hook up with guys. Go out in the parking lot and fuck them or give them head, depending on whether or not it was my monthly. That was when I met this older woman and her husband.

Went to their house which was just off Magnolia boulevard. My first threesome. He was a great big man (Tom) six foot six and he was the biggest man ever, huge thick penis. His wife (Melanie) was also tall, five foot nine, dirty blond hair, thin with perky tits. That first night was a bunch of firsts for me; First threesome, first anal sex (ouch then incredible), first time I went down on a woman, first time I cleaned cum out of a woman's cunt and ass, first time I was fisted by Melanie, first time I had more than seven orgasms.

Then I got a job with a West Coast Bank that operated in Washington, Oregon and California, by the name of Bank of California. I was supporting a team of commercial lenders, me and a financial analyst who was a kindly sixty year old man. In the first week he told me he'd give me a reference and that I should quit as my life was about to be destroyed.

Within a week my boss (Bill Fagan) a former Vietnam War pilot whose hand was shot to shit and was kind of a claw, was all over me. He was a total heart throb, six foot four thirty five with some graying in the temple around his curly brown hair. His wife looked like the actress Sissy Spacek, I got a makeover, new hair style, clothes, lingerie, jewelry. He took me home to Mercer Island and fucked me for two hours, he never came until the end. I was impregnated.

Everyday at lunch, then his wife Cindy joined us. I worked late, Teddy caught the ferry home. We came up with this cock 'n bull story about how Cindy couldn't conceive and for $15,000 I would be their surrogate. I was towards the end of my first trimester at ten weeks. My sex with Teddy was reduced to a hand job finish after sucking him, I'd never swallow. Looking back, now I realize that Bill was the great love of my life and I should have broke up with Teddy out of fairness to him. All of our friends thought we had a great marriage.

I had fraternal twins Liz by twenty five minutes and Celeste. Liz ultimately was blonde and Celeste had red hair. I misstated about Bill, really Cindy and I were soul mates. Still are to this day.

At the time I totally gaslit Teddy, pushing the benefits of the money allowing us to buy our first house. But I took maternal leave for three months and lived with Bill and Cindy and breast fed my daughters and lived with them.

I talked to Teddy but I didn't feel anything but embarrassed in this huge lie and I was going to lose my babies, so when I went back to work I kept on living with them.

After I weaned my girls I moved back with Teddy and it was totally awkward. He wouldn't sleep with me, not fuck me I mean but that too, he slept in another room.

He said, "I've gotten used to being alone. I have not seen you in fifteen months. I don't feel anything but loss when I see you."

"Your closet is full of clothes I've never seen, you have jewelry, you're not wearing your wedding ring and diamond on the correct finger and on your ring finger there's an indentation from another ring."

I don't know what possessed me, but I blurted, "Let's go to counselling, I love you Teddy."

That surprised him and he agreed. It surprised me more, because I didn't love him anymore, but in my core I didn't want anyone to know who and what I was now.

The counselling was with this women, Barbara Fischer. It was couples counselling, plus we'd each have one on one with her. We set goals talked about the surrogacy, I lied my ass off and said, "I wouldn't do it again because of how much I hurt Teddy."

In the individual sessions I had these exercises where I was supposed to list everything I loved about him. I got stuck at two: '1. He's handsome 2. He's kind. Then I got an old Cosmo out that had a list of things to say to your hubby when you wanted to reconnect after he caught you cheating and said all this sexual stuff and bullshit about what he did to make me love him.

Barbara said to me after she looked at what I'd written, "Beth, you are one of the most outrageous liars and I'm going to suggest to Teddy, that he's correct that you've been cheating on him.

The next meeting I said that I loved my twins and was depressed now and had fallen out of love with Teddy, but I felt that I wanted to recapture our love. He was staring at the floor and wouldn't move.

Finally Barbara said, "Say something Teddy."

He slowly sat upright and rubbed his face, I was shocked he'd been crying.

He said, "When was the last time you fucked Bill?"

I stared directly at his eye brows and said, "Not since I was inseminated."

He said, "You're a lying sack of shit. You have another wedding ring and a huge diamond, You fucked him at work twice this week."

I said, "I'm in love with Cindy."

That stopped his train. I had fucked Bill twice this week, but the statement about Cindy was true and in the moment stopped his anger, or he was in deep shock.

He stood up and walked out. I heard his truck start and he drove off. I got a cab to the ferry terminal and went home. He didn't come home and when I called him at work he had called in sick. In fact he did not return to work nor home. A week later he was at the counselling meeting.

He said, "It is so hard for you not to lie. I don't doubt you're in love with Cindy, but I'm pretty sure you are with Bill too."

I startled everyone in the room and ran jumped into his lap and kissed him and stuck my tongue in his ear. Then I said, "Please come home, I love you Teddy."

That was my story and I was not going to change.

I told Bill and Cindy, we had be on the down low, then Bill got a job with an investment bank Foster and Marshall. Then in six months they moved back to San Francisco. Things got better with Teddy, not great but better.

I was hit with a headhunter for a job with Bank of America, which had bought Seattle First, they also owned Merrill Lynch. I interviewed and it was a job to support mergers and acquisitions, both on shore and off shore.

It was in this huge building, the Columbia Tower and the first day of work I was shown around the office and met all the women, who were all totally gorgeous. We had our own executive dining room and there was real art, paintings and sculpture.

My boss was this Norwegian woman named Erika Nordgren-Abrahams.

We had lunch in the executive dining room in a small room with a table for four and as we entered it was Bill and Cindy waiting. Within five minutes it was obvious Erika had replaced me as their lover. Cindy was all over me, hands and mouth and I said, "I love you so, so much."

Erika had a home literally two blocks from where Teddy and I lived in the Mount Baker district. She was divorced and three boys. Guess who was the daddy? It was Bill, I felt like she was my sister, my daughters were blood, half siblings.

We did deals where we financed Chinese manufacture of U. S. transport airplanes.

Super computers, etc. etc.

Teddy called me and told me he had to travel to the Pentagon for an interview for a new job. He was a warrant officer now and making really good money. He was vague about what he did, except it involved languages, I thought he was a translator.

I worked late that night, Erika fucked me, and it was tender and sweet.

I came in the house and Teddy's bags were by the front door. He was asleep on the couch and had texted me a note saying, 'I'm leaving at 0400 for JBLM for my flight to Washington.'

Work and Erika kept me busy, I wanted to see Liz and Celeste and ached in their absence. Cindy direct messaged me in facebook and said they were coming up this weekend with Liz and Celeste. It had been months since I'd seen them.

It had been ten days or so since Teddy left and we'd not talked at all. I was so excited about the twins who were coming in this afternoon. I texted Teddy and it said the number was invalid. I called him and the same thing happened. Maybe his phone broke and he got a new one.

I heard over the intercom "Beth Benedict, you have a visitor in the front."

I hurried out front and there was this goth girl in pig tails and black eye shadow. I looked at the receptionist and she nodded to the goth girl.

I walked over and said, "Hi I'm Beth Benedict."

She said, "Do you have some photo identification?"

I held up my company ID Badge on my lanyard and it had my name and a crappy picture.

She used her phone to take a picture of the lanyard, then pulled this thick envelope out of her back pack and handed it to me and took another picture of me holding the envelope and said, "Beth Benedict, you've been served."

She turned and left. I stood there and said, why would Teddy divorce me? He loved me, but not anymore, because somehow he knew I was a liar and a cheater and that I did not love him. Now everyone would know, my family and friends. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and looked at facebook and there were all these pictures of me fucking, where did he get these, he'd changed the password.

At some point I had sat down on the floor and I was crying, not much noise, Erika came up and was hugging me and I vomited everywhere and would not stop and they called emergency services and the paramedics gave me a shot of something and I was out and then I woke up in a hospital bed. I was kind of woozy. There was a nurse, then a psychiatrist-doctor, the nicest woman, Dr. Westby, she was about six foot two and plus three hundred pounds.

She said, "How are you feeling Mrs. Benedict?"

"Well, Teddy knows I don't love him now and the world will know I've been cheating on him. I'm a lying cheating cunt. Isn't there a show on MTV? Cheaters? Are there cameras outside?"

"I was just wondering how many different people I've fucked since we got married, he didn't know about it and I still jerked him off once a month, Bill and I had twins, his wife Cindy loves me, and my new boss Erika has three boys with Bill they're half siblings. She fucked me yesterday I love her. Fuck if I know how many people I've fucked Doc, lots of men and women. Bill is hung, thick, curved you wouldn't believe me if I told you it's fourteen inches, but it is, oops, sorry about my potty mouth. Bill and Cindy and my twin girls I had with Bill Liz and Celeste are supposed to be here today. I want you to meet my twins, Liz and Celeste, okay? Please they're so cute."

"Ma'am, you've been on a morphine drip and I'm going to turn that down. In fact you have visitors right now, the people you were talking about and your two brothers Richie and Mike. Do you want to see them?"

"Of course."

The room got packed real fast and my girls were crawling all over me kissing me and calling me mommy.

Mike said, "Are these your girls Beth?"

I said, "Yes, the blond is Liz and the red head is Celeste. Bill is the father, " I figured I'd just get this out there up front.

Cindy said out of nowhere, "About that honey, Liz is Bill's and Celeste is Teddy's.

They had a checkup and the doctor said something about super fecundation meaning that one egg was fertilized by one man and then the other within minutes."

I blurted, "Oh I remember, I was drunk and Teddy was pissed at me after you and I and I was late and well, I love them with my whole heart."

Richie said, "Where's Teddy?"

I said, "Well he left for the Pentagon a week ago and found out I was liar and a cheater and he's divorcing me. His phone doesn't work, so I'm mostly outed for what I am."

"You were right Richie, but I don't love him and he doesn't love me now. Do you blame him?"

Erika brought me home and bought me some Thai take out soup that was so good.

We cuddled and after a bit made slow love. When I came I started to cry and she held me. I said, "I'm terrible he's a really good man, Bill's got a big dick. I love you and Cindy so much, I wish we could all live together.

Things settled down and I made it back to work and we were busy. Cindy and the girls came up. Bill had to go on a long trip to both Taiwan and to China.

I met with Teddy at his lawyer's office, I got stuck in traffic and was late. He was so cold and did not love me anymore that was for sure. Apparently one of Bill's clients gave me Chlamydia and we all got it. Might have been Bill who gave it to all his women, but I gave to Teddy too, but never told him and he was really, really pissed. I was going to tell him about Celeste, but the timing was not good. That was the last time I saw him for a long time.

Chapter two

Teddy's new life:

It's hard to describe what I did, even harder to say who I did it for.

I worked for a sub-contractor who did work for the Defense Intelligence Agency and for Naval Intelligence.

Officially I was an economist but all of my language work came into play as well. One way or another we were able to access almost all contracts for corporations and law firms that worked for those corporations who did defense work for the United States or foreign countries, especially traditional adversaries and then nut bags like the French.

Looking for patterns in transactions, finding anomalies in General ledgers in multi-national companies is tedious, but thank goodness for intelligence and super computers. Oh and humint (Human intelligence) honey traps, blackmail etc.

Lots of what you do is not so you can stop it per se, rather counter it in a coincidental manner, and throw more money and brains at the issue, as well as old fashioned kick 'em in the nuts capitalism. I worked for K Street firm, seemingly innocuous that had me working for NCIS and the Defense Intelligence Agency (DIA), eighty percent with NCIS with Admiral McGinnis, who'd decide what got shared with the DIA. Only rarely did I brief them and they were worker bees like myself.

I bought a foreclosed home in Lexington Park and cleaned it up, mostly, gutter cleaning, some black mold shit in the attic, in the first summer, literally lifted the roof off and replaced it, same pitch, but I was able to get a grant that paid to use a metal roof, which was green. The appliances in the kitchen were old, but functional, six range top gas and two gas ovens.

This had been the farm house surrounded by some two hundred acres that had been sold off from the 1970s through early 1990s. There was a savings and loan crisis, in fact savings and loans don't exist now. Credit unions are it. It was legal for me to use my knowledge to quietly invest since it was not insider trading as such. I just did it through some trusts, without my name. I quietly built paper wealth and moved it around. Never ever big positions in anything.

The remaining acreage around my home was four acres, former river bottom. I bought a double wide mobile home and hired a legal Hispanic family (Nicaragua) to live in the mobile home and plant crops for the purpose of selling them at farmer's markets. I divided the property and the ownership was registered as tb farms. They planted two acres of dwarf trunk apple and pear trees, that bore fruit within three years. The branches need annual pruning. Then the prunings we sold to barbecue pits, because it added sweetness to oak smoked pork butts. We grew Japanese turnips, broccoli, broccolini, cabbage, cauliflower, blackberries and raspberries.

Then we made preserves from the berries and apple butter. One thing led to another mostly we started keeping bees and that grew to forty hives. We rented them to farms in the area. The Nicaraguan family bloomed. They had eight children, five boys and three daughters. All of the boys were very good baseball players. The daughters were heart breakers and home wreckers. Mrs. Gonsalves (Juanita) approached me to sponsor her younger sister to immigrate and live with them and work, and help keep the daughters in line. By the time they were teenagers, getting out of high school and eighteen, there were multiple affairs, teachers, unknown other men, they call them hook ups now.

I agreed to the sponsorship and she arrived just before Covid happened. Her name was Isabella Martinez, she was widowed and had grown children that chose to stay in Nicaragua.

Jaunita and I picked her up and she had a green card already. I still had the 1978 GMC "Jimmy". She had a few bags, soft sided ones that I helped her with and put in the trunk. Juanita was a beautiful and lovely woman, an Hispanic "earth mother" voluptuous, wide of hip, beautiful and Jorge and her were so in love.

Isabella on the other hand was so stunningly beautiful that I was afraid to look her directly in the eyes. Full thick lips that drew together into a deeply fluted philtrum that led to a long straight nose and brown eyes that made my heart beat like a trip hammer, thick arched eyebrows seemingly always posing a question that seemed to ask, 'When do you want to fuck?'

She had soft, large, unrestrained breasts that begged to be let free. She had wide flared hips and a woman's soft, pouchy tummy and an ass that would breed interracial harmony and gang fights. There was no waif like, thigh gap, instead they seemed to fight over the same space.

She was wearing sandals with a small heel and she had high arched feet and toe cleavage. I wanted to suck on her toes, paint her toe nails and make love and make her scream in ecstasy.

All this in five minutes walking to my rig and I had a painful erection. The "Jimmy" had bench seats and long floor mounted gear shift, which was technically a four speed, but first was a granny gear for four wheel drive.

I opened the passenger door and first Isabella climbed in as I stared at her glorious ass. She caught me looking at stopped moving and our eyes held and she knew her effect on me. Juanita followed her into the cab and I closed the door. There were only belted seat belts, not the modern harness and as I crawled into my seat she was struggling to connect the belt. I reached in and touched her right hand she let go and I connected it to the receptacle that was in her left hand which caused her massive breast to touch my arm as the belt clicked. I don't know bra sizes and all that but I could not think straight.

I started the rig and backed out without hitting another vehicle, which was a minor miracle and we drove south on state highway number five, which became number two thirty five at Hughesville. It was ninety miles and there was traffic so we puttered along for two hours and fifteen minutes.

As I got on the onramp out of Dulles, I was in second gear and the driver's were assholes about letting me in and I was going forty or so and I floored it and the big old bitch grabbed some rubber those three weber carburetors sucked in a ton of air, almost whistling and when I hit seventy five and pointed at an opening and double clutched into third, and the single stack let out a bap-bap I was in and in thirty seconds had to slow down.

Her hand, with long fingers was on my thigh and she said, in heavily accented English, "Dese is a verrry powerful truck, Teodoro (Theodore in Spanish), you took my breath away."

I turned to her, without thinking and kissed her cheek and said, "I hope to do that a lot."

And there it was both Juanita and Isabella giggled. Juanita had a magazine and was fanning her face. Isabella did not remove her hand while her big fat thigh was pressed against me.

Since my divorce and restarting my work I had not been a monk. I had no affairs, rather several times a month I had a group of women that I would have dinner with then repair to there place or a small apartment I kept in the Georgetown district. Two thirds of them were married, moneymakers for law firms, with husbands and kids. They were between the ages of late thirties to mid-fifties.

Of course Admiral McGinnis who had me under constant surveillance, gave me unmerciful grief and asked why didn't I just stay with Beth more than once. Mostly I said none of us were destroying a marriage and overtly deceitful. One time she was really grinding on me and I flipped it on her and said, "Holland are you in love with Cheryl?"

She looked away. Cheryl was a woman we were both sleeping with and Cheryl told me that her husband was a dick, but she had fallen in love with a woman, an admiral and told me her name. Holland was not married to anyone, Cheryl was bi-sexual obviously.

I continued, "She just told me about you earlier this week. I will leave it alone. She's a lovely woman and by the way she's in love with you too."

She never gave me grief again.

That night, I was eating a simple tomato sandwich on rye bread, with spicy mustard.

There was a knock on the door and it was Isabella bearing a chess pie with blackberry jam on top. I invited her in.

"Have you eaten yet?"

She shook her head. I took the pie from her and walked into the kitchen. I made her two sandwiches just as mine and I opened her a beer and we sat on my couch and I was watching Luis Fonsi singing "Despacito" with Daddy Yankee in the streets of Puerto Rico. We never finished our food and we made love..

I pulled her dress off and she had red panties and those were gone and those tits. I was all over her mouth and our tongues fought and we both moaned and then I was all over her neck and jaw line and her ear, then those tits were squeezed and bitten and I gave her hickeys all over then I kissed down her soft tummy and I was enamored of the line of dark hair that ran from her belly button down to the riotous black bush between and around her cunt and on her taint and on her butt crack. Little girls had shaved pussies.

I was all over her lips, licking them, then nibbling them, then sticking my long fluted tongue deep into her sopping wet hole, She was vigorously humping my face and saying stuff in Spanish I did not know yet. I stuck two fingers in that wondrous wet cunt, pulled them out and worked them quickly into her rosebud and that gave away easily. Then I went to work on her clit which had emerged from its hood like an inch long baby dick, which I sucked on, while I was banging her ass.

She was trying to rip my hair out and her thighs were trying to crush my skull. I did not desist and one orgasm led to another and another after that.

Finally she said, "Bebe, bebe, stop, no more, please."

My dick and balls hurt and were leaking like an old faucet. I crawled up her magnificent body, my chest mashing those huge tits and then we were kissing and we were both moaning, her hands were caressing my head and face and then her hand was on the back of my head just as I mounted her.

She was so tight and so soft, more than anything we fit perfectly, I was all sinew and bones and she was like a fertility goddess and I would do anything to make her love me and I did so, most of that evening and night. I called in sick on the Admiral's voice mail, 'I'm not sick Holland but I've found someone and will be out the rest of the week.'

We had some pie for breakfast and some coffee. I fell asleep with her head on my shoulder. Her tits were mashed against me.

End Part one Isabella