Was She Just a Friend With Benefits

Was she just a Friend With Benefits?

Again, I'd like to thank kenjisato for the great editing and my dining friends for their input. If you find any mistakes, it's probably something I did after editing.

Active sexual activity only involves characters over the age of eighteen. Any similarities to persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental. Names have been changed to protect the innocent.

Friends with benefits?

I am John Strong, this is my story.

I was in my third sophomore semester at college because I had transferred and had lost some credits; I would be graduating a semester later than I thought I would.

I met Marie Post in a big-box store, where we both worked, me in the paint department. I was almost twenty, and she was graduating from high school in a couple of months. Marie, who worked as a cashier, was eighteen and just a cute girl in a mousy way, and rather skinny.

One Friday night, I had nothing to do, so as we were leaving at the end of our shift, I asked, "Hey, Marie, want to grab a cheeseburger?"

She looked at me, and her eyes sparkled; she said, "Sure."

I said, "Want to meet me, or do you want me to pick you up at your house?"

"Let me drop off my car at my house and change."

"Okay."

I followed her home; she had her apartment above her parents' separate garage. She invited me in to wait, while she changed. As we stepped in the door, she turned around and kissed me. It was unexpected, BUT it was a KISS! I returned it; she wrapped her arms around my neck. As the kisses continued, my hands found her ass. It was a perfect ass to hold; it was very petite. I easily held a cheek in each hand. I leaned down and kissed her neck from ear to ear. Her breathing began to deepen and quicken. I began to massage her whole body.

As we stood there, she pulled off her blouse; she had a padded bra on, which she also took off. She had very small breasts-- A-cups, they would have been lost in a B-cup bra. Her tits were almost completely behind her large areolas, with almost no fatty tissue. I figured a breast is a breast and meant for sucking, so I started sucking them. Her nipples became rather erect, with them and most of her areolae doubling in height, Marie's nipples turned out to be one of her very, very sensitive erogenous zones, and I do mean very sensitive. She had an orgasm standing there. I had to hold her up.

She then admitted she had had a crush on me for the six months I worked at the store. She said she had wanted to ask me to eat lunch with her several times, but chickened out. She said she almost fainted when I asked her to have a cheeseburger with me.

I moved us to the couch. We must have kissed, fondled, and stroked each other for another twenty minutes.

She told me she was a virgin and never even had been felt up; I was the first man to suck her tits. This was her first time!!! She explained to me that she would read erotic books and pretend I was the male character. I think she read a lot! She said that she had many times masturbated to orgasm thinking of me. She wanted me to be her first.

I just nodded my head, and said, "Would you like to do it in your bed?"

It was then that I began to have some unnamed feelings within myself.

She said, "Yes," and added, "I'd like to shower and get 'the store off me'... and I'd like you to help me."

Her apartment had a shower stall that was a little bigger than the average size. She grabbed her clothes off the floor and walked into her bedroom, I followed her. She very clumsily unbuttoned my shirt, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled my zipper down, by the time she did that, I had her pants and panties off her.

She said, "John, I have never done anything like this before, please believe me. I have read a lot of magazines and erotic books, and I want it all."

She seemed to be telling the truth. Her breathing was fast and heavy. She grabbed my cock but did not know what to do with it.

My cock was in all its glory. Since we were both naked, I just took her hand and led her into the shower; I washed her. I thought she was going to pass out while I was washing her pussy, ass, and taint. She washed my dick like she was washing her face, gentle but firm. We finished and dried each other off.

I led her out of the bathroom to her bed. We lay down and I placed my cock at her pussy lips. She spread her legs wider. I slowly pushed into her. I felt resistance so I stopped. Marie's breathing got back to slow and heavy. I slowly restarted pushing into her. She dug her heels into my ass and pulled me in deeper.

After she got 'comfortable' with my cock in her, I became a machine, pumping in and out of her, she was responding to every thrust of my cock. What she lacked in breast size, she made up with being quite a great fuck-- she was absolutely a fantastic fuck!

I had not put on a condom; well, because I never thought I was going to get laid that night, and just off work, I did not have any condoms with me. So, I just decided to pull out when the time came.

While I was pounding her, she breathlessly told me she and her friends would talk about swallowing, and she said she wanted to try it-- that solved that problem. When I felt my cum starting a tingle in my taint, I disengaged and moved so I could put my cock in her mouth. She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around my cock. I told her to hold her lips tightly around my cock, she did, and just as I began shooting into her mouth, she had another orgasm, but she did not lose a drop of my spunk.

I moved my lips down to her clit and ravished it. That's when I found out her clit was super sensitive also, and it had a hair trigger-- just a little touching, she would cum. She moaned for twenty-five minutes. We fucked one more time, and I made another deposit in her waiting mouth. I left at about four in the morning. I snuck into my house so as not to wake my parents since I still lived at home-- you know, a poor college student.

The next day, I was almost late for work. My shift started an hour before Marie's, so I did not see her until mealtime, when she walked back to the paint department.

Marie walked up to me, and asked, "Want to come over tonight?"

I nodded yes. This was the start of the greatest time of my sexual life, being a friend with benefits, or so my male brain thought.

I got off work an hour before Marie did. Friday was payday, so I went to the drugstore and bought two 36-count boxes of Trojans, and a couple tubes of K-Y Jelly. High hopes.

I went to Marie's apartment, and we did not waste time. Marie dropped to her knees and took out my cock, and began playing with it. She wore a blouse that buttoned up the front and a skirt that buttoned up the front also. As she played, I leaned down and unbuttoned her blouse, she was not wearing her bra. I began twisting her nipples, and after about five minutes, she came with a nice moan.

I pulled her up and started to unbutton her skirt, halfway through the buttons, it dropped to the floor. She had no panties on. She was naked! I played with her clit. She was responding to everything I did. She learned how to put a condom on me-- that was an experience that was as erotic and loving at the same time as can be. I thrust into her with a passion I never knew I had. I came and took care of the condom.

Our dates were the same, we would go out to a movie, concert, or street party, have a great loving time, go back to her place, and make love. Without me knowing it, we were past the with-benefits stage. It was like a loving sex addiction.

We dated and fucked for three years.

I quit the paint department and got a teaching job when I graduated, and I got my own place. Teaching got busy, with me working and trying to establish myself as a teacher. She was still in college. Because of our lack of time together, and a lack of declaring a real, committed relationship with each other, we drifted apart. The status quo was just not good enough for us, we needed to grow together, but we never realized that was the reason for our drift. There was no breakup, it was just like an ember slowly burning out.

Marie was always there in the back of my mind. I had been teaching for almost four years.

I ran into Marie the first week I was back on campus for a couple of grad classes. We stopped and had coffee and talked about old times-- just talked! She told me she was about to graduate with a degree in psychology. She shared with me that she had gone to counseling and found out why she had a 'compulsive sexual behavior', BUT only to me!

I did not understand how she could just feel that way with just me. Hell, I was a man in his twenties, did the world expect me to understand? She said a lot of psychological mumbo-jumbo, but she sounded honest. For the whole semester, we met the same two nights a week for coffee, where she talked about how she kept her sexual drive in check. She was doing well, controlling her sexual drive, except after our coffee 'dates', but her B. O. B. (battery-operated boyfriend) helped get her through those nights.

I had pangs of guilt that I did not have the courage to... continue... to add to... or... to end our relationship properly.

We met like clockwork twice a week. We talked about everything from where to buy cheap gas, to what idiots the politicians in government were.

At the end of the semester, we got together and our sexual tension overflowed and made love the whole night like we had done when we were dating. Shower sex, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, and a bunch of positions that if they've got a name, you must look it up in some sex book. I lost count of how many times Marie orgasmed; I came several times. Marie said she thought it was okay to cum in her, she did not think she was anywhere near ovulation.

The semester was over, and we drifted apart... again.

That spring, I met the woman who was to become my ex-wife.

Jan was far from the sex goddess Marie had been. The first time I fucked Jan, she told me she 'loved' me. After six months of missionary sex, one night, I started to get her into the doggy position.

She balked, and said, "I do not want to do it like animals."

So back to missionary.

We moved in together and then got married, like painting by the numbers. We were married for five years when it happened.

*******

Jan had a good friend, Bev, who she shared everything with-- I never met her.

I had made friends with a guy at the gym, Jack. Jack turned out to be married to Bev, we just never crossed paths when we were with our wives. We did find out that our wives were best friends. We never shared with our wives that WE were friends. It must be a guy thing.

Bev shared everything with Jack. Jack and I shared what our wives would tell us, mostly girl-talk bullshit.

By then, Jan and my sex life had become rather mundane. We shared a bed and fucked on the weekends-- always missionary; hell, I was getting my sexual needs met even if it was just once a week. I figured with both of us trying to get ahead in our jobs, we'd pick up on our love life with time. We had a normal life, otherwise.

One day, Jack told me he needed to talk to me. "John, I am sorry to have to tell you this, but Jan is stepping out on you."

He continued, "Bev told me that Jan told her that she's meeting one of the upper management guys at a motel once a week for a long lunch. As far as Bev can tell, it is just for the excitement of the prohibitive sex, and maybe it might help her advance, a fling, they would both be fired if the company found out."

Jack told me that Bev warned Jan she was playing with fire. "Bev told me that Jan said, 'It is just a fling before I get pregnant. He is married also.' Jan just said, 'When it is over, I'll be back to being John's loving wife. John and I will be better for it. Many of my girlfriends have done it.'

"Bev told her she doesn't and would never..."

Anger flooded my mind. Here we had a church wedding, we attended her church almost every Sunday. I had let my sexual wants wane to be with Jan, even with her ideas of how sex should be as a married couple-- and Jan was whoring herself to get a better job!

I contacted a good friend, Sam, who was a P. I. He said he'd do it for free, he needed the good karma, unless he'd have to testify and then he'd have to charge me (but at the friend rate). He was able to set up his surveillance, a couple of cameras, and a bribe (which I paid for) to a desk clerk.

In about two months, I had my proof.

In those few months, I refrained from sex to keep from cumming inside her. I faked being sick; pretended to be tired; I claimed I had a UTI; I had 'back pains'; and I went to a couple of baseball games.

I went to a lawyer and had the papers drawn up and Sam's company was going to serve her (I did have to pay for that). I had talked to Jack about it, and he was very sympathetic. He said what I had planned was delightfully evil, but Jan deserved it.

My plan was simple and immature, I was going to ask Jan for oral sex if she denied me, I'd leave and have her served as I walked out the door. If she would perform oral sex on me, I'd just treat her like the whore she had become and have her served after she did it.

The night I picked was a day after of one of her weekly motel visits. Sam had confirmed she had spent that afternoon with the scumbag. She was home when I arrived from work.

She was all showered and clean, wearing a robe. I fixed some screwdrivers, she liked screwdrivers. I just had OJ for myself. After drinking a couple of the screwdrivers, her guard was down, and we got naked right there in the family room. I knew she had douched after she cheated on me because she wasn't too good at hiding her supplies, as I saw them out when I went to the bathroom last night.

I played with her pussy. Jan did like manual stimulation of her clit and pussy, she was screaming in delight, and she was pumping my cock. As I played with her cunt, with one of her head rolls, I was able to put my cock in her mouth. She looked at me with wide-open eyes, as I shoved it into her mouth and pumped a couple of times, and I could hear Jan's muffeled protest. I flooded her mouth with months' worth of cum. I put my hand over her mouth until she swallowed.

When I removed my hand, she had a fire in her eyes, and she asked me why I had done that.

I asked her, "Who is Howard Travis, and what have you been doing with him on Wednesday afternoons at the Motel 6 on Johnson Avenue?"

She went white. I reached under the couch where I had hidden the pictures I had. The pictures showed Howard and her going in and coming out of room 124, they were time-stamped with the times and dates. I handed her two months' worth of pictures.

I told her, "I have more pictures with detail, from inside the room."

She began to cry.

By that time I had my clothes back on. I said, "I want you out of the house tonight and moved out by Friday. I have the rest of the week off and the police on speed dial."

I called Sam who had been parked this whole time out on the street. I said, "Now," and hung up.

Jan had gotten her robe on and was still crying. There was a knock on the door, and she opened it.

Sam and one of his part-time employees, Joe, were standing there. Joe was in full uniform, weapons and all. (his day job? He was a cop!) Sam asked Jan, "Are you Janice Marie Strong, maiden name Gilles?"

She said yes.

He handed her the divorce papers, and said, "You have been served," and took a picture.

Then some of my friends came in with a bunch of boxes.

Joe explained that the papers had a 'no-contact order' within them, so she would have to take what she could, and leave. He was there as a civil standby (to keep the peace). The look on Jan's face was one of fright and defeat. Her life was crushed.

Jan blurted out, "But I am pregnant!"

I knew it. I had found out that she was holding back telling me she was pregnant, as she had not hidden the tests very well. She had kept a record of the tests and when she had peed on them, it was in the feminine products box, in the bathroom vanity. I did the math, and I was all but certain that the bastard child was not mine.

I knew there was almost no chance that the child could be mine BECAUSE I had been careful the last few months and faked sickness or I was 'too tired' on the occasions when we were supposed to be fucking during her most fertile time.

"I am reasonably certain that it is not mine. You need to talk to good old Howard about it. I have seen the records you kept in the bathroom vanity, and I know when I last came in you, it's been months. I have copied those notes, and I have seen your notes on taking the tests. I know when you last used tampons or pads, your periods are like clockwork. Did you not wonder why I was 'sick'," using air quotes, "on the weekends so much?"

It took two hours to pack up enough of Jan's stuff and clothes that she would need for a couple of weeks. I gave her a key to a furnished apartment I had rented for her, just so I could get her out of the house. Jan was crying her eyes out, when suddenly, there was an angry and ferocious pounding on the door.

I went to the door, looked at Joe, and stepped back. Before I could finish opening it, an angry, screaming Howard Travis pushed through the doorway like a mad bull and was met by the prongs of Officer Joe's taser. He dropped like a rock. Joe handcuffed him, read him his rights, and told him what he had committed. I think it was some kind of assault. Since I had not finished opening the door yet, he was charged with some kind of illegal entry, too.

You see, Howard Travis had also been served; I had shared all my information with Howard's wife, Betty, and 'her' lawyer. Betty was a stay-at-home mother with two kids. She was using the same lawyer I was using, at my suggestion. We had given our lawyer permission to share information. Betty was in her mid-thirties, and was a real looker; you could say she was a trophy wife.

Our lawyer took good ol' Howard and Jan to the cleaners.

The lawyer was good since he proved the baby was not mine. (The legal presumption is that the husband is the father, but this can be challenged through paternity test and court proceedings.) Through legal means he was able to convince Jan and her lawyer to not push the issue. I did not match the DNA test, the child was NOT mine. Howard was ordered to be tested, he was a positive for the DNA test! We had the same judge for all our cases. The judge had been cheated on by her husband, and had no sympathy for cheaters.

We both got money from the two cheaters, our state allowed alienation of affection actions. Jan had to give a good part of her marital assets to Betty, and I got a good part of Howard's marital assets. Betty and Jan got a good part of Howard's retirement for child support. Karma for good ol' Howard.

During our divorces, Betty and I met for coffee several times to discuss timelines and lament at how we never saw it coming. One Friday afternoon, coffee led to dinner, which led to having revenge sex all weekend. She asked me to be as wild as I wanted to be. Her parents had agreed to watch the kids over the weekend, not knowing she was having a two-and-a-half-day 'booty call'.

We did sixty-nine; we fucked in five or six different positions; had shower sex, where we gave each other oral; fucked again; had shower sex again; did sixty-nine again; and she asked me to cum everywhere. She was on the pill, so I came in her pussy, her mouth, all over her ass, on her tits and face. We never got dressed on Saturday and just had erotic sex all day-- fucking, sucking, caressing, cumming-- you name it, we did it. It was mad sexual debauchery of monkey sex for both of us.

By Sunday afternoon, we were both spent. To tell the truth, it was a good feeling for both of us, but we knew it was just a one-time thing. We both took pictures, one of her with my cock deep in her pussy, another with my fingers in her pussy, she pumping my cock and the final insult, her mouth open and full of my cum and my dick. We gave them to our exes, once the divorces were final!

Sometimes, revenge is rewarding to your self-awareness; we reestablished our own sexual identity.

***********

This was five years I had wasted with a cheating woman.

After the divorce, I found out that their company allowed them to resign. Both got new jobs elsewhere, but Jan's job was nowhere near what she had before. I was free and clear.

Jan's dad did call me and apologized to me, and her mother wrote me a beautiful letter, wishing me the best and telling me I was a good son-in-law.

One last thing, both Betty and I got a settlement from Jan and Howard's company to keep us quiet, it was not much, the publicity would have hurt the company's bottom line more than what they paid us.

********

After it was all over it hit me-- depression!

To put it bluntly, depression sucks.

By the middle of January, I finally decided to get counseling. I walked into the local clinic and signed in for my late-afternoon appointment, it was the last appointment time for the day.

And then I saw her!

It was Marie, she was one of the psychologists-- not mine, but it was nice to see a friendly face. I greeted her and her face lit up and she hugged me. We quickly exchanged numbers and I went to see my counselor. When the hour was up, Marie was waiting for me.

She locked arms with me, and said, "Let's get something to eat."

I sadly said, "I need to get home and let the dog out."

"That's okay, we can eat at your place. I'll pick up some fast food."

Marie met me at my house (I got it in the divorce). I had let my little ball of fur out; my DeeOhGee (DOG) had been my salvation during much of the breakup and divorce. She was a typical loving dog, she just knew when I needed a snuggle or a doggie kiss.

I invited Marie in; she looked around and said it was nice looking. She looked on the back porch and saw my hot tub (My divorce gift to myself).

We set our food on the table and ate quietly, and then Marie asked what had happened to us.

I told her I was a stupid guy, immature, and I didn't know how to take care of a wonderful girlfriend at the time.

Marie put her arms around me and told me she still cared for me.

I was quiet... what could I do?

Marie told me her alleged sex addiction was cured mainly because her trigger-- me, had been gone, but here, I was back. (To this day she knows it was not sex addiction, she truly loved me!) I hung my head.

I explained what had happened over the last few years with Jan.

She smiled, and said, "I need to show you something."

She stood up and unbuttoned her blouse, and opened it up with a flourish. I noticed her turquoise bra; it was not padded! It was a front hook and when she unhooked it, I was looking at two beautiful, but-still-small but they were B-cup breasts. I was in shock, she told me they had grown naturally. She put her bra and blouse back together.

"Really?"

She opened her phone's picture app and showed me a picture of a little boy about five years old. "I breast-fed him, never a bottle, breast-feeding will do that." He looked like Marie and a little familiar. She said, "His name is John."

I looked at her, and asked how old he was.

"He's a little over five years old."

I did the mental math. It then hit me. "He is my son, isn't he?"

"Yes, he is. I have only made love to one man, and that was you."

I pulled her into a hug. "Marie, why didn't you tell me?"

"Well, you had disappeared out of my life. By the time I found out I was pregnant, and by the time I found you again, you had married. I thought you were happy, and I was happy to have part of you with my Little John."

"Marie, I left because I thought you only wanted me to have sex with and I was okay with that for a while, but I needed commitment from both of us. I was afraid and immature... I think I only married Jan because you were not there, I had no rudder.

"Marie, when we were together, even just as friends, I could talk to you, you were a home port for me. I wished I had you to listen to. I might have pulled my head out of my ass and would have not wasted five years with that cheating whore and I would have had five years with my son and you."

Marie said, "We can still have years together. My mom is watching John tonight and I told her where I would be tonight, with John's daddy."

We were embracing and holding like we didn't want to let go.

I held Marie. "Marie, do you want to try again?"

"Well, I have bigger tits now, I think 'they' would like to try again."

"Marie, I am serious, these last five years have been such a waste. After we parted, I settled for a prudish, cheating twat. Oh, we had the church wedding and the honeymoon, we were trying to have children, but I don't think she ever went off the pill 'til the last year and her lover's seed took, not mine."

******

After a few months of seeing each other, dates with no real sex. We were sitting on my couch.

"Marie, I need to come clean, I have had one other woman besides Jan. I spent one weekend with Jan's lover's wife having revenge sex. At the time, it seemed like the thing to do. We did enjoy it. We took pictures and gave them to our exes as parting gifts. I know it hurt Jan to see what she had lost and when she saw the pictures of Betty with my dick deep in her cunt, and one with her mouth full of my cum, she fell on the floor and cried at my feet. All I could say to her was, 'Maybe you know now how I feel.'"

I felt a shudder go through Marie; I thought I had fucked up by telling her of the revenge sex.

Marie said, "You know I have loved you since I first saw you working at the store. I blamed your lack of serious interest in me on my small tits. That's why I went all nympho on you for all the years we dated."

"Marie, you never said 'I love you' to me until the last night of my grad work and I left you after we had that wonderful night of sex, lust, and love. I thought you were just saying it like you were saying it as a 'thank you'."

Marie said, "Maybe we were both slow to understand, I thought I could keep you in sexy ways."

"Marie, where do you live now?"

"I still live in my garage apartment. Mom watches Little John for me while I work, and my dad passed away right after Little John was born. Mom wants to sell the house and go live in some senior apartments."

"Marie, you know I need a woman's touch here, would you and John want to move in here? You can have your own rooms. I need to get my 'dad on', with John."

Marie bit her lower lip and did what I thought was a change of subject. "How long does the hot tub take to get hot?"

"Oh, about thirty to forty minutes, it is preheated, it costs more to keep warm, but then you don't have to wait forever to heat up. I usually sit in the enclosure and just feel the warmth of the room increase while I wait for it to get up to temp."

"Okay, let's sit out there."

I grabbed some sodas, and we sat by the hot tub.

I had an all-weather loveseat and pillows. There were a couple of chaise lounges in the tub room also. We sat down on the loveseat. Our discussion continued.

Marie began, "You could use a woman's touch, some asparagus ferns in the corners, plastic flowers, and there are some shower curtains that don't look like shower curtains that we can put out here with the hot tub; would be nice."

She used the word 'we'.

After a while, the windows were starting to fog up. I said, "When they get that way you can't see in at all."

"Really?" Marie stood up and leaned against the hot tub. "You mean if I took my blouse off no one could see?" She then removed her blouse!

"Nope," I said, with an eyebrow-raise that could lift a car!

"Well, if you'd like, we can sit by the tub; it is as warm as sitting by a fireplace."

I slipped my pants off, there was no use in trying to hide my erection. It was much larger than any other time I remembered. I could see Marie's nipples becoming erect also; yes, those wonderful nips that I had caressed and loved years before.

She unzipped her skirt and let it hit the floor, we were both down to our last item each.

Marie said, in a husky voice, "I think we both want to lose more clothes."

All I could do was grin.

I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my boxers and took them off by lifting my ass and sliding them off. Marie's smile was bright and shining. Marie stood up and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her thong and it was on the floor. She stepped forward and I pulled her to me, so my lips were on her mons. I found her clit and strummed her button with my tongue, she shuddered. I stretched my legs out in front of me; she put her hands on my shoulders and bent her knees and brought her pussy down to my cock.

She whispered, "Put it in."

I reached down and guided the head of my cock into her pussy. She was beyond wet. She let herself slowly slide further down my then-fully erect member.

She whispered in my ear, "Honey, what are the chances we could take some private pictures just like you did with Howard's ex-wife during your revenge sex? I want the same things done for me."

As she shuddered again, I put that thought away in my mind to think of it at some other time... soon, I hoped.

She was about three-quarters of the way down my cock, she was holding on to me so she could lower herself down at her own pace.

I could then reach her nipples with my mouth; I began to suck and tongue her nipples. She continued to lower herself down on my engorged cock.

She began to moan and sing, "Oh my God," several times. She exclaimed, "Fill me up with your cum!"

As she hit bottom, she said, "Possess me, please, make me yours!"

I then put her pillow under her lovely ass. With the 'greatest' gymnast move ever, I gently leaned her back to the carpeted floor, removing my cock from her pussy for only a moment to get into a position where I could drive deeply into her. I began to fuck her hard because she wanted me to possess her. I drove my still engorged cock into her with abandonment.

Marie was singing my praises, as I pounded her. She shuddered again, signaling another orgasm. I could not hold back anymore, I was about to pull out when she said, "Fill me up with your cum."

That started a set of cum strings shooting into her warm, inviting pussy. She began to shudder again. When we were spent, I had to use the side of the hot tub to help me rise. As I held on, I took Marie's hand and helped her up and away from the hot tub, and we settled into each other's arms.

Marie whispered, "When do you want John and me to move in?"

"Yesterday!"

There was a lot of water splashed out of the hot tub during the next two hours.

For the next couple of weeks, we discussed the move and what we needed to do as parents; we lightly touched on getting married, but I was still a little gun shy because of Jan.

The first time I met Little John, it was in his grandmother's living room. Marie's mom knew our whole story and accepted the reasons for how it had happened, and she held very little animosity toward me. I think it was Marie's wishes.

When Little John came into the room, Marie said, pointing at me, "This is John."

"Hey, that is the same as me," little john replied.

I said, "I know. Can we be friends?"

Little John, deep in thought, said, "I have enough friends and one is named John already, I just need a daddy."

Out of the mouth of babes. Everyone was silent.

I made plans for this time. My mother had given me something when she found out that Little John was my son, with the words, "I want to be a grandma."

I fumbled with something in my pocket. I palmed my grandmother's engagement ring.

I knelt at Little John's level and asked him. "Would you like me to be your daddy?"

Little John turned to Marie, and said, "Does he have to marry you to be my daddy?"

Behind his back, I held up the ring out Marie's hands came up to her face.

I asked her, "Marie, can I become Little John's daddy and you become my wife?"

Marie tackled me. Her mom began to shed tears and poor Little John asked, "Am I getting a daddy?"

Marie gathered up Little John and me in an embrace, and said, "Yes," to Little John, and then, "Yes," to me!

The next week was taken up with the move and time with me getting to know Little John as a daddy.

We told Little John that I was his real daddy and I had gotten lost, he understood that metaphor as truth.

Another week passed, I went to Little John's school and Marie introduced me to the principal because Little John was having trouble with a few other students because he did not have a dad, not even a dad to visit every other weekend with.

Little John took me to show n' tell that day and told everyone I was his new daddy. The principal and his teacher had tears in their eyes.

I went out to recess with Little John to meet his friends and the playground aide.

He marched up to his biggest tormentor, and said, "Billy, this is my daddy! So, you can stop hurting my feelings by bragging that you get to see your daddy every other weekend, 'cause I get to see my daddy every day... an' my mommy an' daddy don'd yell at each other... and they kiss each other every day!" (He had caught Marie and I kissing one time!) He left Billy on the verge of tears.

Little John had moxie, and he enjoyed giving the little asshole the business. I made a mental note to have a talk with him over ice cream about turning the other cheek.

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About a month after Marie and Little John moved in, Marie and I were doing our grocery shopping, with our son, and we saw a pregnant Jan pushing a stroller with what I assumed was her love child. I said hello, and Jan turned bright red, returning my greeting. Since Jan had never known about Marie, I introduced Marie as my fiancée.

Little John piped up, and said, "He's my real daddy, he got lost but is now home."

Jan looked at me, and I said, "We need to talk sometime."

Marie said, "I'll watch the kids, go over to the coffee shop and talk."

I told Jan about Little John's 'origin' and how after the divorce, Marie and I had found each other again.

Jan cried, "Here I was thinking you had cheated also, but I should have known I was the only cheater."

Jan told me how it was being a single parent, but the lawyer who handled her child support case had done a great job. She, along with Howard Travis' ex-wife, and all of the kids, were well taken care of in his will and life insurance. He had driven off the road and was killed. The police and the coroner ruled it an accident, so the life insurance for all involved paid double indemnity.

This upcoming pregnancy was with her fiancé, Robert, who was a boyfriend in high school, and they had rekindled their relationship with vigor. We ended our chat, and we honestly wished each other good luck, when we returned to Marie and the kids. Marie and Jan gave each other their phone numbers. Why do women do that? I don't know.

When we got home, Marie asked, "Should we get married before the baby or after the baby?"

I asked, "What the hell does Jan's baby have to do with us?"

Marie then said, "OUR BABY! Mister Obtuse, I am pregnant, too!"

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We got married a week later in Las Vegas, before she started to show, so the pictures looked good. It was an Elton John impersonator who married us. Elton John's "Your Song" was sung and became our song.

Seven months later, we welcomed Jane Ann into our home. She was named after Marie's mother Jane, and my mother Ann.

When we got settled in, I went into hock for a built-in pool. We skinny-dipped many times late at night. We made love and I do mean love, regularly. Oh, we had hot monkey sex too, but it was still loving to us. Marie went into private practice. Our children flourished.

Marie took Jan as a patient and helped with her demons. She married her second child's father and they settled into a loving marriage thanks to Marie's counseling.

Marie said, "I can't tell you some things we talked about in session, you know privacy laws, you know stuff like that. But Jan has come to her senses about what she did and you had very little to do with her problem."

We went to the wedding. When we got home, I made love to Marie because she had helped Jan out of the goodness of her heart... she climaxed three times.

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Oh, Marie and I also had our ups and downs.

One time, a teacher coworker of mine propositioned me and asked me to come home with her! To tell the truth, I was flattered, but I wasn't going to fuck up my marriage-- I'd seen that happen before.

Soon after, Marie met the coworker at a party. They walked off and talked, and when they came back, the coworker had a red image of a hand on her cheek. She quietly sat by herself, until it disappeared.

Oh, it happened to Marie, too.

A drunk guy at a psychology conference began coming on strong to Marie at the bar; I had been away to call the babysitter and hit the bathroom. Somehow, he never saw us together. At first, Marie was flattered, and why not, her figure had rounded out with baby number two; she put her hands in her lap. The asshole actual reached over and fondled her breast.

By that time, I had returned to our stools-- I was a little more than angry. I grabbed an arm and pulled it up behind his back, saying, "You need to leave married women alone you jackass, that's my wife. I am going to castrate you, you fucking future eunuch!" It was early December, I frog walked him outside and I threw him into the snow.

I was followed out by a lovely woman, who proceeded to beat him with her purse. "You son of a bitch, if it wasn't for the children, I'd kick your drunk ass to the curb!" He passed out!

I looked at her, and she said, "I am very sorry, he will behave. I have the money in this marriage! As soon as the children are old enough, he is gone. God bless prenups and revenge sex!"

I chuckled, remembering Betty Travis.

Marie caught up with us, just as his wife said, "Revenge sex!"

Marie said, with her nostrils flaring, and in sheer anger, "You want to? I'll take the fucking pictures!"

I said, "No! I don't need to. You want to give him a revenge kick in the balls?"

Then his wife said, "He deserves it, but please don't, he will save me the cost of batteries 'til our youngest one graduates in six years."

I could hear him beginning to come to. Marie did give him a kick in the ass.

The lovely woman was Dr. Suzanne Smythe, PhD, she was an industrial psychologist. We found out he was just a driver for a nationwide delivery service.

She joked, "He is all cock and no brains. The perfect man."

The only reason they were married was that he had got her pregnant during a delivery tryst and she kind of liked to have sex with him. They ended up with a second child, but he never stopped his extra service on his deliveries, so Suzanne was just biding time until she could kick his ass to the curb, and was using him as a live vibrator until then. She had convinced him to get snipped. Suzanne gave Marie her card and Marie gave her a card, too.

After both times of attempted seduction on us, the nights that followed were love and sex filled. As we both reclaimed our mates.

A couple of months later, Suzanne's husband was killed in a weird accident, (some say he was run off the road by a jealous husband), the company's insurance paid off very well, he had an excellent driving record so had the highest rating for insurance. She brought her children in for counseling to Marie. Marie did her usual magic and the kids 'survived'.

I later set Suzanne up with a teacher friend of mine, Roger, who was a widowed father, with kids, the same ages as hers. They hit it off, and a year later, they got married and had a kid together. Believe it or not, they lived happily ever after in sexual loving bliss. He was a brain with a dick!

Our kids, Jan's, and Suzanne's, all attended the same schools. We would run into each other all the time at games, concerts, PTA. Jan and I have come to terms with the failure of our marriage.

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Marie and I have been married now for over twenty-five years. We see Suzanne and her husband, as well as Jan and her husband occasionally. Our kids have all attended the same schools for years, including college.

I have such a wonderful wife in my Marie. We are parents of two great kids. And now, we have grandchildren. We take the grandchildren on summer vacations all the time.

Yes, a wonderful life, the love of a spouse, a good home, children to be proud of, and grandchildren to spoil.

At times, we call each other, 'Grandma Nympho' and 'Grandpa Stud'. OUR lovemaking is out of this world.

THE END