Sweet Ginnie's Blues

Sweet Virginia's Blues

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Author's Notes: This is my story and subject to the site's copyrights as well as my rights as an author. This is a story of lost love and infidelity including suicidal ideations. This is not to glamorous that rather if you're there, call the hotline in your area, get help, I had one failed attempt, I got help. Thanks to Leon for all help!

My name is Virginia Benedict, Teddy, and my family call me Ginnie. Teddy and I met when I had returned to school, to meet with some representatives of three Wall Street firms, and hedge fund managers.

But, there is a back story.

I had received a Bachelor of Science degree, in Computational Finance and Risk Management several years ago, which was about using mathematical models, statistical, computational models and methods for portfolio optimization, derivatives pricing and risk management, including interest rate risk management.

I had just finished getting my master's degree in mechanical engineering, from Washington State University, (Huge eye roll to my Husky's pals), I never went to a Cougar game, nor did I live in Pullman, God forbid, I lived in Moscow, Idaho, which I loved. I am embarrassed to admit, but I was a virgin at the age of twenty-two, when I moved into my condo in Moscow. Let me tell you that did not last long.

I discovered dick and felt like a fool for waiting, but I was shy, Lord love a dick, I had three different boyfriends. I lost two of them in one night, when I forgot I'd given each of them keys to my condo, and my security code, as my third boyfriend Jason, who was a football coach at the University of Idaho. Well they both were at my door, they arrived and followed my shrieking to my bedroom, to see my ankles locked behind my head as I screamed, "I'm coming, "just as he blew his seed deep in my womb. Thank goodness for the implant birth control in my arm, that my mother had insisted I get, before I left to get my MS in mechanical engineering, specializing in finite elements analysis.

Things turned ugly pretty fast, my two ex-boyfriends videotaped this extremely long and thick, thick, pink, veiny, curved dick go in and out of my very stretched cunt, leaking his seed. Sigh, it seems he was married, there was no wedding ring, but I never asked, and we never fucked at his place.

I was named in his divorce, they were Mormons for fuck's sake, while I was a good Catholic girl (Mom what was with the implant?). One morning as I had immediately turned into the immaculate un-fucked slut, my doorbell rang and there he was with his oh so pregnant wife Bethany, apparently they were fundamentalists, which decoded means they hold fast on Brigham Young's, decree about polygamy.

They had a home out in the middle of some fucking desert in Utah, along with his brothers, from several different mothers, but one dad. They assured me that as the number two wife, that only my hubby, his father and several leaders, would have access to my womb. For example, she proudly gushed that she was carrying her father in law's child and, that between her and me, between us we might have fifteen to eighteen children.

I admit, only recently having gone celibate, that my cooze felt the need to let loose torrents of wetness, like the nearby Snake River, and maybe he'd fuck me one more time. I was biting my lip as I imagined him breeding me. I found myself asking Bethany, "Is his daddy as big as him, " as my thighs involuntarily squeezed together, my cooze sensing dick inches from filling me up."

She looked at me, then held her hands apart by about fifteen inches, and gave me a big eye roll, which for fuck's sake meant she wanted me.

My treacherous hand reached out to tenderly pat her distended belly, and I said, "Would you like a glass of water while getting off your feet?"

She was out of the gate, faster than Seattle Slew, at Churchill Downs, en route to his triple crown. I did get her water and soon I discovered the delight of eating sweet pussy, and getting railed at the same time. It seems that pregnant women are off the charts horny. An hour later, after her hubby's balls were drained in my stretched out cunt, and my face glistening with her cunt cum, she exclaimed, "I love you Ginnie!"

She was dead serious and my heart started pounding, nobody had ever said that to me and she was stunning. I was in her arms with my leg resting on her soft, tan thighs and we fell asleep, just as I said, "I love you too Bethany."

I called my mom that night, and told her my whole mess of a life and how I wanted to marry them, the whole Mormon fundamentalist thing. I was laying in bed the next morning when dad, Bill Fitzgerald and my brother Lee Fitzgerald swept in and my clothes, shoes and me, were outside in a blackened GMC Yukon, screaming for Fountains Airport where we boarded a high winged Volvo, turboprop airplane.

Dad had money for sure, it was an unmarked plane, except for its tail numbers. As I boarded, mom was sitting on a two seat couch, I ran to her and fell against her, then wailed my heart out, hiccupping, while she shushed me and patted me, as only a mother could.

I went home with them, clinging to mom, it was one thing to slut around, but to fall in love with a woman, and that's all I could think about. I ached, I physically hurt to my core.

Things didn't get better. I lost weight, I found some of Lee's edibles, that helped me sleep. Mom caught me up and pushed me into the shower, without taking my sweats off. It was only a few minutes but I was on the floor of the shower with a razor, I had cut my thigh in several places, and she was shrieking.

I was in the University of Washington Hospital, and there was a middle aged woman smiling at me. She seemed pleasant. I looked around the room. My hands were strapped to the bars, I was intubated. I felt generally dull, sort of stoned, when I ran my tongue around my mouth and teeth, my mouth felt dirty. There were bandages around my thigh.

Then I recalled the shower, but that was it.

I tried to talk but it sounded like a frog.

I tried again, "Water."

She got up and pressed a button that was on the rail.

A nurse came in, then a doctor. The woman pointed at me. I watched them. I tried again, "Water," it came out as a word this time.

The doctor walked around from the bottom of the bed and said, "How are you feeling Virginia?" She was tall and had steel grey hair that hung limply around her face which looked concerned.

"Ginnie."

She smiled and repeated the question, "How are you feeling Ginnie?"

"I am thirsty, I feel stoned, sort of in the background if that makes sense," the nurse was beside me, the doctor on the other side and put a straw against my lips, I sucked down some cool water, then cleared my throat.

"I remember the shower and nothing else."

"Have you previously self-harmed?"

I said, "Self-harmed?"

"Cut yourself."

I shook my head no.

I said, "Why am I here?"

The doctor said, "Well your cut went too deep, you almost bled out."

Softly I said, "That might have been better."

The doctor and the nurse left the room, the woman stood up and closed the door.

She walked around the bed to stand looking down at me. She was older, pretty, kind and concerned.

"My name is Pepper Schwartz, I'm a psychiatrist and medical doctor with the University of Washington. You are my patient now. Why would it have been better?"

So started a nine-month long return from clinical depression, despair and anguish, at losing the love of your life.

My short answer to Pepper's question as tears flowed down my face, was this,

"What's to live for, when I lost the love of my life and we were going to be mothers together?"

Along the way one of the first questions was, when did I know I was a lesbian?

I responded and said, "It's not like that, it was the connection I loved her and she loved me, we would share the same husband, oh and stake leader's too, we would raise our children together, I was raised Catholic, and our priest at St. Anne's literally fathered dozens of children, while buggering tons of acolytes. I knew this was better. I can't begin to describe the realization, that I would never be with her again, and the despair I felt."

There was hypnotism at one point, and it turns out before I was born, my dad had a series of affairs, they fought when I was little and it turned out that our priest, was my biological father.

Then I got an apartment and asked mom to come over for dinner. My only recipe, was for baked spaghetti which was good. She seemed so happy through the meal.

Afterwards I made her a white Russian, and I had a tequila screw driver.

"Mom, are you in touch with Fr. George?"

She looked up at me with a dear in headlights look, "He's been laicized and is in Ireland."

"Why was he laicized?"

She sighed and said, "It seems that he was caught having sex, and the Church got him out of the country before he could be arrested."

"Don't you email or text with him?"

"Why would I do that?"

"Mom come on, you were lovers and he's my biological father, I want to meet him, it's my right."

She stood up and said, "You are disturbed and sick Ginnie." Turning to walk away.

I said, "I'm going to get a paternity test with daddy. I didn't say about it being Fr. George. He said he knew I was not his daughter immediately, because you both have brown eyes, and I have blue eyes, which means you have a recessive gene for blue mom. Oh and I'm not sick now. I was depressed and I'm getting better."

She sat back down, hugging herself and rocking slightly.

"When your father cheated on me with his secretary, and my cousin Mary, I was so angry I could spit. I went to confession and confessed my anger and he offered counselling, during which he seduced me and I fell in love with him, your dad had changed and I was stuck being a mother, I was a poor wife and a non-existent lover and drove him away. George showed me. I care for your dad, but I see myself as the cause of his infidelities."

I'm not sure if her and daddy talked about it, but they're still together. By the end of the year I still missed her, but it was just bad timing on my part.

The meeting at Kane Hall, found me lecturing to Hedge fund managers and venture capitalists, about the development of Artificial Intelligence and standard Finite Element Analysis, to mesh design, into second and third generation stealth technology for airplanes, as well as surface craft.

I concluded by saying, "It is possible to optimize portfolios to the correct exposure, and returns across this, as well as other new uses of the technology."

I was putting my laptops and some files away, when this very tall, hunky guy in a two-thousand-dollar suit and Ferragamo loafers was beside me, maybe just a bit too much cologne. I looked at him and I'm five foot six, he was at least six foot six, maybe more, he had thick red hair and blue eyes, that saw deep into where the switch to make my cunny flutter and release the flood gates. He wanted to discuss my talk, as he represented a dozen venture capitalists, and knew that they'd be very interested in learning about the portfolio optimization. He said there were others interested in the FEA stuff, but that would be restricted to the United States.

"Can I buy you dinner?"

My cunny was shrieking at me, 'time for some dick baby, he wants you, look at his pant's leg', apparently my eyes and my cunny were conspiring, the outline of a ball peen hammer, could be seen on the leg of his exquisite wool suit.

Be calm girl, "Sure," his dick twitched, did you see that Ginnie.

"Do you have a car here?" He asked.

"No I uber'd here, I have a condo on the western slope of Capitol Hill," good job Ginnie, he can fuck our brains out in your queen size bed.

He said, "I grew up on Queen Anne Hill and went to O'Dea, then Harvard undergrad and Harvard Law school."

We went to an Italian restaurant in the U-district, Mama Melina, we ate apps no dinner, he made me try grilled octopus and it was incredible, he was like a little boy, happy that I liked it, which is when I fell of the cliff in love with him, like cliff diving into a deep pool of love. My cunny and eyes integrated at that moment, we spent a week in my condo and although he was physically beautiful, totally ripped, he'd been a hurdler, his ass was firm and well... he was, umm very large.

He never fucked me, he made love to me and bent my body to his wishes, I was on top facing him and away, his tongue just did it for me, I came so hard. I swallowed staring into his blue eyes, then we kissed.

We looked at diamonds in this old building, in downtown Seattle, called the Diamond Exchange, and bought a.25 carat fancy Intense Purplish Pink Marquise Diamond, we went to another business and they designed a setting and white gold ring.

I told mom and dad that I was going to get married, I wanted to know if they wanted to meet Teddy. They did and a party was put together of my siblings, and their spouses. It was a nice time, Teddy wowed everyone, my brothers liked him, my two sisters asked me if we were sleeping together. I smiled in response and said, "My cunny knows when he's within fifteen miles of me."

When mom suggested a wedding at St. Anne's, I refused and suggested St. Joseph's up by Holy Names, and would not move from it. Dad saved me by saying, "That's were I went with your grandparents."

We were married there and I was busy, more with ongoing client management, than getting new business. I had a really great new friend in Lisa, who was a girlfriend to Teddy's best friend Ben, and co-manager of their portfolio of clients. We gabbed a lot, she worked at a high tech security firm, that would get paid to hack into businesses.

Both of us made no secret that more than anything, we wanted to have children and raise a family, I said I wanted a large family, even five or six kids.

She said, "That's all I think about, my mom is all over me, 'Catholic women need lots of kids.'

I exclaimed, "We go to St. Josephs on Capitol Hill!"

Lisa said, "We go to Sacred Heart, by the old Science center, from the old World's Fair. Do you want to go to mass with me this Sunday?"

I nodded yes and we hugged.

Teddy and I had talked when we were courting and then when we were first married, about getting a family started. More and more he worked so much overtime on cases, client meetings and dinners at the Washington Athletic Club. Sometimes he'd stay overnight, because he'd had too much to drink.

Our first anniversary came and went. I'd made a nice dinner, with rose pedals to our bedroom for our "dessert" but I got a text at nine thirty in the evening, 'Dinner with clients, love ya, don't wait up, Teddy.'

I put the burnt pork tenderloin in the middle of the dining room table, with the carving fork in it. He never came home that night.

I went to work and called Lisa and gave her my tale of woe, "He never came home, I checked his underwear, to see if I could smell another woman last weekend, but there was nothing."

Lisa said, "Ben was with him and got home at six this morning, and I let him have it. I told him I didn't sign up for this, and that I had plenty of other men, who regularly let me know they still want me now, I told him he'd better figure things out."

Just then another call was coming in, it was Teddy. "I said Teddy's trying to call me and I'm just letting it go to voice mail. This Sunday for mass?"

We hung up.

I looked at my voice mail app and it gives you a transcription of the voice mail which went like this, "Hey what's with the roast... pause. Oh fuck Ginnie I'm sorry, shit, I'm so sorry."

I was in my office looking at a design for a new fast frigate, when the intercom said,

'Mrs. Benedict, there are flowers here, could you button up?'

I buttoned up electronically and opened the door, there were three dozen roses.

They were gorgeous and all, but if we were having these kind of problems after a year, things were not going to get better.

For six weeks or so, things were better and I hesitantly brought up the idea of starting our family. Teddy said he wanted to make senior partner first and that was why he was working so hard.

Pretty soon, it was back to the same old, same old. I came home early on a Thursday afternoon and Teddy was there packing up two suitcases in our bedroom, I walked in and said, "What's all this Teddy, where are you going?"

He was in the bathroom, filling up his shaving kit and I looked into his suitcase, there were board shorts I'd never seen, then speedos and two thongs. He came out of the bathroom, he'd been waxed, his balls nice and shiny. I nudged the thongs aside and there were two packs of condoms."

"Condoms and thongs, are you gay now Teddy?"

"Ginnie this is a command performance, the managing partner has demanded, that the junior partners take care of our clients in a client appreciation night, and she and her sister too. I'm doing this for us, so that we can buy a home and have a family, it's safe sex, that's why the condoms, this is for us."

I turned and walked away, picked up my bags and headed for the door.

Teddy said, "Hey, I don't have to go for a couple of hours, stay let's talk."

I shook my head no.

"Where are you going?"

I said, "I have to return a cook book I borrowed from Lisa, when I went to mass last

Sunday at Sacred Heart."

"Bye honey, I love you."

I closed the door and was in Dad's old Isuzu Trooper, that he'd given to me as a wedding gift. I went down to Starbucks and bought two blackberry lemonade refreshers. 'I texted Lisa, are you alone?'

'Yes, fucker just left. He's driving Teddy.'

'Do you know where this fuck fest is?'

'Yes, just east of the summit of Snoqualmie Summit, Cabin Creek Lodge.'

'Please come over to my condo, I need your help.'

I googled a locksmith and had them come immediately to my condo, which faces west over Lake Union, just a block off the shore.

Another text from Lisa, 'I'm here.'

I pressed the security button and she was in, I opened my door, I was on the second floor and said, "up here Lisa."

She had her laptop and set it down. We were hugging and crying.

She said, "What are you going to do?"

I said, "We're done."

I called my sister Mary and when she picked up, "Hey girl, how's the happy couple?"

"Not so good Sis, he openly told me he's at a corporate fuck fest this weekend, and can you have Tom, get me a family law attorney at his firm?

Mary said, "He'll get back to you this afternoon, I love you Ginny."

Lisa was sitting at the kitchen table flagship, her hands all over the keyboard on her laptop, "I'm into their system, there's already cameras all over every room, which makes evidence gathering pretty easy.

I said, "I want to pack all of his shit up into hefty bags. His grandmother lives on Queen Anne hill, we can bring it all to them and leave it at her place."

It took us an hour to get all of his shit packed up. I put the rings into a Ziploc bag.

My phone buzzed and it was Teddy, so I let it go to voicemail. Then I blocked him.

Immediately the locksmith arrived and my options included keyless logs, like a fob for a car. I took it. What about security cams, he wanted to know, sure I responded.

What about rekeying my car, my ancient Trooper. I asked him if it were possible. It was. Then I recalled Teddy's new Porsche 911, he had left the keys on the dresser. I grabbed them and told the locksmith to do his thing.

I backed his sports car down to the street and parked it there, next to a fire hydrant. I left the keys on the floor on the driver's side.

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Inside Ben's Car:

"What did Lisa say," asked Teddy.

"She went batshit crazy, throwing shit, told me the next time she saw me, she would run me over."

They drove on for a bit and Ben said, "What did Ginnie say?"

Teddy said, "Not much, she said something about returning a cookbook to Lisa."

Ben said, "Angry is Lisa, furious is Ginnie."

Ben went on, "Lisa called me a whore, getting paid to fuck women."

Teddy said, "I'm not a whore, just because I'm fucking women so I can make hundreds of thousands of dollars more."

Ben said, "That's the text book definition of a prostitute. Probably not a good thing to reconcile with Ginnie."

Teddy said, "Ginnie knows I love her."

Ben thought Teddy was deeply deluded, as they pulled into the Cabin Creek lodge. As they walked into the lounge, they were confronted by the two, forty something managing partners dressed in dominatrix leatherwear, wearing strap on harnesses, with large life like fifteen inch black dildos.

They were made to wear submissive bondage wear, with black leather straps and metal rings, for their dicks to come through, rings around their nipples, while there were leather straps that when tightened, exposed their heretofore virgin puckers.

The first hour was about several women partners, spit roasting the young lawyers.

Thoroughly gaped boi-pussies, allowed bi-sexual clients to take over for the lady partners, who went balls deep into the boy's cunts, bareback as it were, as they also displayed an affinity for being face fucked, sucking dick and swallowing jizz.

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Inside Ginnie's Apartment.

We were about to bring Teddy's shit to his Grammy's place, when Lisa exclaimed, "You are not going to believe this nasty shit, girl!!"

I walked over to see Teddy getting railed by this enormously, fat black man who had this so very long black dick, sliding in and out of Teddy's cunt and jizz all over Teddy's bubble butt as he screamed, "I'm cumming, fuck me daddy."

The feed then showed Ben with two black dicks in his mouth, his hands grabbing the rock hard asses of his lover.

There was a morbid fascination in watching what had been their straight lovers turned into gay, size queen, cum dumps.

"I've saved this onto the cloud," said Lisa.

Just then, my phone rang and it was the lawyer from Tom's firm.

I told him, "I have some video feed of my husband cheating on me, real time actually, I want him served at work, as does my best friend Lisa, whose husband works for Teddy's firm, also copies to every spouse in the firm, owners, bar association and both of our families."

I said to Lisa, "Let's bring this shit to his grandmother's."

I fired up the Trooper and said, "Alexa play, Walking on glass, Annie Lennox."

We were both singing our asses off to the song, which described what our life had become. I drove down the alley behind Teddy's grandmother's house. She was sitting outside with an older woman, smoking cigarettes and drinking what looked like gin and tonics.

The Trooper was turned, so that I could open the double doors and just pull his shit out. Elaine, (Teddy's grandmother) sauntered over to see what was going on.

"What's all this Ginnie?"

I said, "Teddy's shit, we're getting divorced."

She said, "Why?"

"He cheated on me."

"Can you prove it?"

"Is your email still active?"

"Yes it is."

I didn't even have to say anything to Lisa, seconds we later heard Elaine's phone ping.

Time seemed to slow down as she opened the email's attachment. Her head started to shake no, then softly she said, "Jesus fucking Christ, fuuucck, he's queer," she tossed the phone to her friend, then turned to me.

"Ginnie, if you swore on a stack of bibles that, that's what was going on, I'd tell the world you were a liar. Honey you didn't deserve this, find someone," she turned and walked to her friend who hugged Elaine, when she broke into tears."

I said, "As if I didn't feel shitty already, that literally breaks my heart."

We drove to my home and went inside, I asked Lisa if she would share a glass of Chateau St. Michele Johannesburg Riesling on my deck.

One glass led to two bottles and a blunt.

"Please stay with me tonight, I couldn't take being alone," I pled with Lisa.

She nodded yes and said, "Of course."

I said, "there's some t-shirts in my dresser, and towels in the bedroom en suite. I'm going to take a shower too.

I felt the sting of the scalding hot water on my head, as my head absorbed the blows.

She had found my loofah, reached around and first rubbed my tummy, then my titties, then she ran it between my legs, my cooze desperate for touch, the loofah was touching me and then some, she pinched my nipple and I thought it odd that one of my eyes closed, (same side as the pinched nipple) the other eye was open, but I didn't really see as I shook in ecstasy.

I clung to her as she banged me, the thought that ran through my mind, was that she might be full on lesbian. Later that night, as she sat on my face screaming "Eat me bitch," I was glad she was making me her bitch.

I said the next morning as I lay in her arms, redolent in eau de cunt, "do you want to be a mama?"

She said, "More than anything. I've known since junior high that I was bi-sexual, just I was a good girl and would not disappoint my parents. I have only slept with Ben and now you. I HAVE watched so much lesbian porn, however."

I said, "I'm going to take a sabbatical from work. I want to go see and old, dear friend and I want you to come with me. Okay?"

She stared at me and I said softly, "I love you Lisa."

She nodded yes and then I was in her arms again.

We packed up stuff, went shopping and I said, let's buy winter wear and some lingerie for us both.

We headed east, through Snoqualmie Pass, I pointed out the exit for the fuck fest lodge, which was still going on. We took the I-82 exit which took us down through Yakima, and into Pendleton, Oregon, to Boise, Idaho, then Pocatello, Idaho, Salt Lake City, Provo and onto to Moab.

I called this number and I heard, "Hello"

I said, "Hey."

"Ginnie!"

I said, "How you girl?"

"I miss you."

"I'm in Moab with a really good friend that I know you'd love. We want to be mommies too. Do you think you could maybe show us how, honey?"

"Ginnie, guess what?"

"Sup, girl?"

"I'm preggers again, it's Jason's this time."

I said quietly, but with some urgency, "Baby please."

She said, "Jason knew you'd come back, I still love you Ginnie."

"I love you too Bethany. I'm also very much in love with Lisa, she's stunningly beautiful and will have gorgeous children."

She said, "Meet us at the City Market, on North Higley Road."

Jason, took me into his arms and I said, "I lost my way, but I'm back. Jason, this is Lisa."

Lisa is one of the most beautiful woman alive, tall, blonde with blue eyes, proud upturned breasts, with pink areolas and a very blonde wispy cunt hair. She was wearing a soft cotton dress, with periwinkle flowers around her neckline and the hem. She was back lit by the sun, which outlined her thigh gap and the hint of her butt cheeks.

I felt his huge dick twitch against my thigh.

They were a very close-knit and secretive community, not part of the LDS church, but an outshoot. Lisa and I could teach a variety of structure, which the older wives put great stock in and we could cook. Bethany insisted that we say nothing about the love between us, (lesbian) but soon we became Jason's wives. Being submissive, I was happy to be the third wife.

Lisa was bred by Jason's father, while for me it was another coach in the community at Utah State, I had twins.

When we'd been there five years, I was twenty-eight years old and I had six children, two with Jason, two with the coach and two with Jason's dad. Lisa had four and Bethany, not to be outdone took fertility drugs, she had eight children. I gave instructional courses in sucking dick.

I sent pictures to mom with my latest twins Jason III, (Trey) Bronco nursing on my huge titties, while my father in laws twins, Sara and Julie are little redheaded pixies, Jason's boys lastly, they were shy and handsome.

I did send a text to Teddy, with a my prego belly and monstrously big titties, with Lisa and Bethany sucking on my titties and Jason in my mouth. The tagline, was hey Teddy, I saw your wedding pics, nice dress girl!

End Sweet Virginia's Blues