I Was 45 Pt. 02

I Was Forty Five When She Started p.2

Copyright Catcher78, all rights reserved

Author's notes: This is my story, and it may not be copied, sampled, or published on another site without my expressed written permission. It is a fictional story with any resemblance to real people coincidental.

There are aspects of cheating, obsession, interracial sex, and physical abuse. Lastly, there is also discussion of suicide. If you are in that space, talk to someone; there is a suicide hotline, nobody is worth that.

We first met Teddy and Lilly here:

The divorce process was underway.

Esther and Felicity Feinberg, mother and daughter attorneys, had done me two solids: The first was with the copy of the text sent to my kids, and soon there were hours of video of Lilly fucking different men and women. That was a surprise, the bisexual thingy. Not upset, nor did I give a shit.

Anne (25), Lainey (19), Jan (26), and Tom (22) thought of me as their dad. Legally, I was on the birth certificate, and I raised them. Jan and Lainey were mine biologically. Anne and Tom were not, though they did not share the same father. I had been resisting what had now become a requirement for me to participate in marital counselling, a requirement made problematic by the fact that I was working in Plano, Texas, thanks to a lead from Felicity Feinberg, which had led to my current job at Insight Enterprises, headquartered there.

I had taken some financial steps to effectively neutralize my net worth, borrowing on joint credit cards and lines of credit. The home was a pre-marital asset, my parents' old home.

She no longer lived in my home. I had hired a firm to remove every piece of the furniture and donated it to Catholic charities. Every square inch of carpet, rugs, and linoleum was removed. The rugs went to the same Catholic charities, everything else was taken to the county disposal, which is located by Renton International Airport, which is primarily used by Boeing's 737 plant.

Every cupboard and cabinet in the kitchen and bathrooms was removed and disposed of. What was left were electrical and plumbing connections sticking out of walls, unfinished wide plank fir flooring from when the home was built in the early twentieth century. Finally, the house was sealed and fumigated.

Lilly had apparently driven by my house, seeing it encased in a thick, clear plastic tarp and became enraged. Her attorney reached out to Esther Feinberg, exclaiming that Lilly had rights to the house during the course of the divorce. Esther quickly sent the attorney a copy of the trust agreement and highlighted the post-nuptial agreement triggered by infidelity. Lilly recalled that she'd signed it, but did not grasp the meaning of the agreement and was devastated.

Esther explained to the judge that my work was over two thousand miles away and of a time sensitive nature with verification from Insight Enterprises, which when coupled with the videos of her and Tony fucking, especially her remarks about hating my guts and never having loved me, caused the Judge to waive the request for counselling and pronounce the divorce final.

When that happened, I was knee-deep with some forensic accountants into the books of the former Software Spectrum, which was the firm that had been acquired by Insight. Several of the executive team had submitted expenses to a Dominican Resort, which was a swingers' resort replete with male, female, and shemale escorts.

The executives, with one exception, who was the female head of Human Resources, did not come with their spouse. She had the idea that her spouse would enjoy watching her get fucked by several black men and women, which led to a divorce and loss of custody of her kids and career.

I was living in a condo that was being paid for by the business. There was an insurance clause wrapping the deal, still in force. Several people were still in the organization, none of whom had been to the island. Out of malice, there were some videos recovered and sent to the home address anonymously, which resulted in some divorces.

I was taking a week off on Insight's dime, and they wanted to talk to me about something, after I backed away from the specific project. I had a pile of mail to go through. There was a big manila envelope with a Seattle postscript; it was the divorce decree, from three weeks ago.

It's not like I had forgotten about it, but the work allowed me to compartmentalize the mess of the last twenty-five years in some corner of my mind. This broke through that wall like an ice age flood, and I wept. I loved her, but if the tapes were to be believed, she had never loved me and essentially just used me to cover her cheating. I loved my kids, but had not heard from them in some time. They had a life and were knee-deep in that, and were spread all over the continent. I was abjectly alone. I had Top Ramen and peanut butter in the condo to eat. Buying groceries implied a permanent gesture that I did not feel I was prepared to take.

I went to a titty bar in Dallas, just southwest of Plano. The place is called the Dallas Show Club. The women were exquisitely beautiful, hard bodies, courtesy of constantly working out, yoga, and God knows what else. They seemed to be aged fifteen to mid-thirties, although I'm sure they were at least eighteen. They were unbelievably beautiful women, who were funny and sassy, who, if the circumstances were different, I'd marry them. One of the young-looking ones was giving me a lap dance, rubbing her firm ass against my aching cock and balls, and I immediately realized I'd marry her in a New York minute. I asked her, when she sat on my crotch, her face an inch from my face, blowing on my upper lip, I blurted, "I wish to Christ I was your age, I'd chase you until you gave in."

She said, "I'm married and a full charge nurse; my hubby is deployed."

I asked her, "Are you an escort, too?"

She said, "I'm listed under EROS, under the name Victoria. Monday's off."

"Hubby's okay with this?"

"He gets off on being cucked, plus he's in Kuwait as a pilot and has another family in Falls Church, Virginia. Fuck him."

I had spent eight hundred dollars on her that night, and she got me off in my pants by rubbing her ass against me for the second time. She said, "You okay, baby?"

I could hardly think straight and nodded. I gave her two fifty-dollar bills as a tip, and she said, "Call me."

I went home and took a very long shower, including when the water turned cold.

The condo had a washer and dryer combination, on top of one another. I put all the clothes in the washing machine with a liquid detergent and washed them on cold.

It was eleven at night. I ordered two pizzas from Domino's: Sausage and Mushrooms and then the hated Canadian Bacon and Pineapple, which was delicious, if not up to a pizza snob's standards. There was nothing other than water in an embedded fridge filter thing, so that was fine.

I looked her up on the EROS site and left a message for anytime tomorrow with my address, phone number, and email address. The pizza came, and I put the Canadian Bacon in the fridge and started eating the other one. I watched this Netflix comedy called the 'Good Place', which was about people already dead in a non-Christian purgatory. It was devastatingly funny, non-linear, looking back and forth as they could reset it and start over. Ted Danson was hilarious. I was enthralled with D'Arcy Carden as the AI computer-generated Brainiac, tall, voluptuous woman, who exuded sex.

Jameela Jamil is a stunning Indian hottie with a British accent. In real life, she is bisexual and with a rock star I'd never heard of, but I assumed she was cucking him with a woman, she has immense tits.

Then there was Kristen Bell the five foot nothing blondie, comedic genius whose presence was due to a mistake, to there being another woman with the same name who was close to being a saint, but Kristen Bell who fucked other girl's boyfriends, husbands, plus she's a thief and sold worthless fake drugs to old people on the phone sneaks in to the Good Place. She falls for her roommate, who is a black ethics writer/genius, and as they reset over and over again, she falls in love with him again and again. I watched this until five in the morning, and the denouement had them dying, extinguishing like nirvana, which caused me to weep. They were so believable.

As I lay on the couch, trying to figure out what the fuck had happened. I thought it was just me finally letting go.

As I closed my eyes, I noted the half-eaten pizza on the coffee table, and I crashed.

My phone alarm went off at nine in the morning.

I got my feet on the ground, grabbed a piece of pizza, and walked over to the slider out onto the tiny deck. It was very windy outside. The thermometer bolted to the door frame outside said it was ninety-seven degrees Fahrenheit. I drank some of the water left in the glass and carried the cup into the kitchen, and filled it up from the pitcher in the fridge. I carried both out to the living room and sat down, and slowly finished the room temperature pizza. I watched this new comedy on Amazon Prime called Pitch Perfect, which was about a cappella singing competition in college.

Anna fucking Kendrick was so utterly hot, funny, and could sing like an angel who could do Blue's riffs, Brittany Snow, Alexis Knapp, fuck, they were all hot as fuck, funny, even Ben Platt, who had this ginormous voice, and Rebel Wilson. My goodness, this was fun.

My phone was flashing and I picked it up, turning off the movie, and it was Victoria.

"Hey."

"You want me to come up today, for how long?"

I said, "For three hours."

She said, "I'm pretty sure, I'll drain you without going that long."

I said, "I do not doubt that, you are the most beautiful woman I've been close to, but I want you to teach me to be a good lover, at least better than I am."

"I'm recently divorced, dumped really, after twenty-five years, and I know I want to meet someone and be the best lover she has ever had, and that I will make her so happy, not just with that, but everything."

"Okay, it'll be quite a bit of money."

"I have plenty of that."

She arrived at four in the afternoon, skin-tight jeans, strappy wedges, and a Dallas Cowboys jersey that was too small. Her lustrous black hair in a ponytail, and her spare lipstick, very red.

"Three hours is fifteen hundred dollars."

I gave her twenty-one one-hundred-dollar bills, which she rifled through like a bank teller.

"This is too much."

"I want you to realize how important this is to me, and I know you're perfect for this, so please."

She shrugged and put the money in her clutch, inside another large roll of cash secured by a rubber band.

She pulled her phone out of her back pocket and said, "Give me your phone."

I did, then she put her number into my phone and created a new contact, named 'Carmelita Juarez'.

"My name is Carmelita. I have to give sixty percent of the fifteen hundred dollars to EROS. You call me on this number hereafter, and we'll work directly. You're a good man."

"Okay, how do you know I'm a good man?"

"I know men."

The first day was solely about her edging me, that is to say, she would stop me from coming, over and over again, until I begged her to let me cum. Finally, with fifteen minutes to go in the now four hours, she stuck two fingers up my ass giving me a prostate massage, while licking my nutsack, and I shot rope after rope of cum, for a minute until the last little bit dribbled out, and she proceeded to bang me some more. This was all new to me, and I was embarrassed.

"Please stop."

She asked, "Why, what's up?"

"As a boy, I was raped."

"Oh, I'm sorry, "she said, her brow furrowing in concern. I taught you about edging today; it's about lasting. We will do more of it the next time. Your balls were so full, it's a way to empty them. I meant nothing like that, I thought you'd enjoy it."

I started crying, just like at the end of the 'Good Place', and she was all over me wanting to know what was going on. I told her everything, and I felt totally empty emotionally and sexually. I was starting to dream about her during the whole day, but now this was devastating.

"Hey," I said, "there's a pizza in the fridge you can nuke it, I think it tastes good, if you want some."

She did. She was in the kitchen, and she yelled at me, "So you eat pizza and Top Ramen with peanut butter?"

"Guilty."

"Buy some groceries the next time out, I'll teach you how to get a woman excited at a meal."

I said, "Text me a list of what to get."

This went on for about six weeks, and she judged me as ready to enter the dating pool.

I went to this Catholic singles group, put on or sponsored by this church in Richardson, St. Paul's. I went to the event and there were nice people, widows, widowers, never married, divorced people and it was a get to know you kind of thing. I kept looking for Carmelita or her twin, but she was not there and I knew I was hopelessly in love with her, I was talking with this nice lady, a widow for a long time, who I listened to for thirty minutes and the thought of her reminded me of Lilly for the first time in forever. I interrupted her and said, "I need to use the facilities, "and she said, "Okay."

I looked over my shoulder, and she was talking to some other guy, who nodded like Woody the Woodpecker at everything she was saying, so I slipped out the door and drove back to the condo. I was just inside the door, and my phone lit up; it was Carmelita.

"Hey, I just got home."

"Did it end early?"

"Not soon enough this woman could talk forever without breathing, I said I had to do my business, and before I'd gotten ten feet away, she had some other guy trapped."

That made her giggle, which made me laugh.

She said, "But otherwise, did you like it?"

I said, "No, it did not feel right; they were all bland people."

She responded, "What do you want to do, then?"

I said, "I think I need some more instructions from you. Could you come over...?"

She interrupted me, "Oh, I'm not far away, I'm at the grocery store, I could swing by."

"Wonderful."

I looked all around, and the place was clean like she liked it. She loved Fresca, so there was a bunch in the fridge.

Carmelita buzzed my security, so I let her in and opened the door, waiting for her. She came in and showed me some ice cream, and she put it in the freezer above the fridge. She came into the living room, and we stood about three feet apart, looking at each other.

I said, "I figured out what was wrong when I was there, but that lady trapped me."

"Oh," she said with a questioning tone.

I said, "I kept looking all over the room, it's huge, and I figured just maybe you were hiding, but I couldn't find you."

I went on, "Carmelita, I'm totally in love with you in every possible way, and I could not go on without you. I would love to marry you, but just being with you is fine, whatever you want."

She said, "Took you long enough, sheesh, I quit hooking and stripping, I'm divorced now, I would love to marry you. I hope you want kids, because I'm growing one of yours."

End