The clock struck twelve midnight, the ball dropped in New York, streamers and confetti were flying, noisemakers were blaring, the band played Auld Lang Syne, and glasses of champagne clinked in a toast. It was now 1962.
I should have been happy, but I was not. No… At that moment, I was pissed and becoming more pissed by the second. Instead of kissing my wife, I was standing against the wall with a scotch in my hand, watching the Country Club revelers celebrate, and seeing my wife in the arms of Tyson Summit, wrapped in a passionate kiss that should have been mine.
So, I began a new year that looked like it could be the worst year of my life. It looked like after tonight that nothing would be the same for any of us involved, especially for Stella May Stiles and Tyson Summit.
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I guess I need to provide you with a little context and background if you will.
Stella and me, Travis, had been married for twelve happy years until three weeks ago. We have two beautiful children, Lily, ten, and Margaret, seven. We are an average family with two parents and four grandparents, all still with us and happily married to each other.
We live in an above-average neighborhood, in a big older home with lots of rooms. We have worked hard together, as a family to remodel into a beautiful home for our family. The last remodeling was completed a few months ago, and we enjoyed our new home.
I am an attorney, Junior Partner at Eagleton, Wilson, and Smythe Attorneys at Law. I have worked for the firm since I graduated from Yale Law fourteen years before. I specialize in criminal law. I am a litigator and sit ‘second chair’ on every major criminal case we represent. I am smart, clever, and never miss anything, except for what happened three weeks ago. Though I missed the beginning, I knew about it the following day, as I said, I don’t miss anything!
Physically I am 6′” tall, 190 lbs., good body, tight belly, and a nice cock, 8″ when hard. I have a teenager’s stamina, able to go all night if she can handle it, which Stella can.
My wife Stella is a marketing genius. She is the Senior Project Manager with a major ad agency in Chicago. She has a staff of ten. She makes as much money as I do, so we are well off. Not rich but on the verge of entering the realm of the wealthy.
Physically, Stella is a true beauty. I am proud that she is my wife, and men and women always drool over her when she walks into a room. Her body is exquisite. She is one of the lucky women that, after two children, she looks the same, except her breasts are fuller and do not droop. Her belly is flat, her pubes have been lasered bare forever, and her bottom is perfect. She has a strong sex drive and is ready to fuck at the asking. I am extremely fortunate to have her as my wife.
Our kids are wonderful. They look like their mom, with a touch of me. They go to an excellent private school and play a variety of sports. We belong to the Country Club and the Methodist Church. We volunteer for many things, and I am a member of the Rotary Club.
Why am I telling you all this? I want you to understand that up until three weeks ago, we were the model family, happy, financially secure, loving, and devoted to each other, kids, and all.
Then there is Tyson Summit. I have learned a little about him in three weeks. He recently moved to the area from the west coast. He is a successful independent businessman, and he has recently purchased a manufacturing company in a town thirty miles away. He was originally from the Midwest, near Chicago but went to USC on a football scholarship and stayed in California.
He was married, but his wife passed away several years ago. He had no children, so once he could sell his business and home, he moved to our town and bought a nearby company.
That was all Carter could dig up so far. He seemed a good man, but if he is fucking my wife, that makes him a bad man.
So, ‘What the Fuck’ happened, you ask?
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I am an old car enthusiast. So, my one dirty hobby is buying dilapidated old cars and restoring them. It is the one thing other than making love to my wife that I can do to relieve the stress from the ugly criminal legal cases I work through every day.
Stella understands this and is happy I have found a release from my stress, and it makes the rest of our lives together wonderful.
As for Stella, she plays bridge with the ladies at the Country Club once a week, goes out for drinks with her team once a month, and has a Girls Night Out with four close friends every month or so, but recently their outings have become more frequent. They have dinner and go clubbing or meet at one of the girls’ houses for the evening.
Everything had been like this for a few years, and life was moving on as planned. Our life was great. We were both thirty-five years old. We loved each other and made that clear by making love to each other every night. We made sure that every day we had a sexual interlude, oral for each other, hand jobs or fingering, a quick shower fucking, or true lovemaking once the kids were asleep. Our sexual plate was full, and we ate from it whenever we were hungry.
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So once again, we are an incredibly happy family, or were until three weeks ago. On that day, I was suddenly shocked into a very unhappy state, which I have not recovered from yet, and I am not sure I ever will, and that is yet to be seen.
That evening I was lying under a jack-up 1956 Chevy Impala working on the transmission linkage when I heard Stella calling me. She walked around, finding me on my back on my roller board.
“Travis, I am going now. I’ll be back by eleven. The kids are doing homework, and Sarah” – our nanny – “is cleaning, then she will leave.”
I rolled out from under the car and looked up at Stella.
“I didn’t know you were going out tonight. You never mentioned it?”
“I did last night. I told you the girls that play Mahjong needed a fill-in, so I am going to Donna’s to play. You must have missed it, sorry, anyway, I have to go now.”
I stood up now and was looking at her. As I told you before, I never miss anything, so I knew she never mentioned her Mahjong game at Donna’s. She had never lied to me before, so this disturbed me greatly. It was clear something was going on. Adding to that… Jesus, she was dressed like we were going out on a date night. Stella was over-dressed if she was just going to Donna’s to play a game and drink some wine. I knew that was odd, but I was not up for a discussion right now, so I said nothing.
I was greasy and dirty, so I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “Have fun, and don’t stay out too late. If you get in trouble or need me, just call, and I’ll be there.”
I knew that statement would confuse her, and it did. She looked at me oddly. “I’m just going to Donna’s; how could I get in trouble?”
“It was nothing. I just thought that with you all dressed up the way you are, it’s like you are going out on a date.” So, there it was, I tossed it out onto the table.
Stella was instantly flustered, looking at me, then looking away and walking off, “I’ll be home by eleven,” came from over her shoulder.
I quickly put my tools away, cleaned my hands with some Lava soap, and went inside. I went to my home office to use my private phone, pulled out my ‘little black book,’ found Carter Green’s number, and dialed it.
It rang then an answer. “Carter Green at your service.” Carter was an Englishman, transplanted here after the war. He had been in MI-5 during the war and a PI in the USA for over ten years. He had just become a US citizen and was proud of it.
“Carter, Travis Styles here.” I found myself talking on the phone like an Englishman.
“Oh, hi mate, how are you?”
“Well, Carter, not so well, actually.”
“I suspected not since you rang me so late in the evening. What may I do for you?”
“Unfortunately, I require your services on a personal matter that I never expected to have. I need you to tail my wife and see what she is up to. It may be nothing, just my imagination, but something is just not right. I can feel it, and you know I don’t miss anything, or at least I didn’t think I did, until tonight.”
“Well, that is shocking, good man. What has brought this on?”
I explained what had happened, and Carter also thought things quite strange, so he agreed to get one of his men on the case immediately. I gave him Donna’s address and the color of Stella’s Mercedes, and Carter has pictures of Stella from past encounters, so he was set.
“Sorry, old chap, I hope it is nothing to dither about. I will report back as soon as I have something, or I don’t. Good evening.” Carter disconnected.
‘Well,’ I thought, ‘This is the beginning of the end.’
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As I stood watching my wife and Tyson, she had never looked my way or anywhere but into his eyes. It was like no one else was even in the room, yet it was full of our friends and club members. It was shocking that she would be so bold as to ignore me and succumb to him this easily and in front of everyone at the party. I felt sure this was not a one-time event. It must have been going on for some time, but how long?
I finished my scotch and walked to them in the middle of the room. Partiers were filtering back to their table or leaving as I arrived at them; coming up behind Tyson, I tapped him politely on the shoulder.
“Would you mind if I have my wife back after your public display of infidelity?” I took her by the arm and led her away from Tyson without a word from him.
Stella pulled against my hand, but I had a firm grip on her. Not wanting to make a scene, I hustled her through the crowd to the coat closet, where the attendant retrieved her mink stole and my overcoat. Stella accepted her stole as I put on my coat, and I ushered her out of the club.
She had said nothing. No defense, no arguing, nothing strange, I thought.
We got to the car. I opened the door, and she sat inside. I closed the door slightly more firmly than usual and went to the driver’s side. As I approached the door, I heard.
“It’s not like that, Travis!” It was Tyson approaching across the parking lot.
I was not waiting for him and was not ready to deal with him. In my mental state, he didn’t want me to either. He would be in the hospital, and everything would go very badly for us. So, I ignored him, entered the car, started it, and drove off just as he arrived.
Stella looked at me but thought better than saying anything. We drove along in silence.
It was a twenty-minute drive home, and not a word was spoken. I could tell Stella was extremely nervous. She was wringing her hands and chewing on the side of her cheek, something she always does when she is nervous.
We pulled into the garage, shut off the car, and walked inside.
I went to the bar, poured a glass of twelve-year-old scotch, and sat on a bar stool, sipping it. I lit a cigar and took a long pull. What the hell, or what had happened tonight? No… What had happened to our life over the past three weeks?
Just then, I heard Stella come into the house. She walked through the kitchen to the back stairs and went up, not saying a word.
I took my drink and cigar into my study. I sat in my chair. I opened the file drawer and pulled out Carter’s PI reports. There was one report per day for the past twenty-two days, including today. Carter had dropped off today’s report this afternoon while Stella was at the salon getting dolled up for tonight’s party.
I won’t bore you with all the details, but the highlights were simple. Stella and Tyson had met six times over that period of three weeks. Two times over a meal, two times for walks in the park holding hands and kissing, and two times for meeting in room 237 in the Milton Hotel.
None of this was blatantly in my face, but it was all suspicious, especially the hotel meetings, then tonight. Their behavior was especially odd, with Stella completely ignoring me and kissing Tyson right in front of everyone.
It was time. I butted my cigar, gulped down the remainder of my scotch, and walked upstairs. As I reached the top of the stairs, I heard talking. I walked slowly to the door to our bedroom.
“Yes, I know, it was so embarrassing. I am so sorry.”
“He just didn’t understand. I have not told him anything yet.”
“I don’t know how he will take it.
“No, he has said nothing since he took me away, and we left. I know he is furious.”
“How do I fix this?”
I pushed the door open. Stella gasped as she saw me standing there.
“Oh God, he is here in the room. He had heard me talking, and I have to go!”
I stood looking at her. I can’t tell you the level of anger I was feeling. Stella had called her lover and asked him to come to our home. I was ready to explode.
“So, you called your lover? That is fine because you will need to find a place to live after tonight. You will no longer be welcome in this house. I have loved you with all my heart, soul, and every fiber in my body. My every thought of you was within love and admiration until that night three weeks ago when you stood in my workshop and lied to me straight to my face. I knew that night something was wrong but never doubted you. I never could or would have thought that you would cheat on me, for what, why, you already had it all.”
So, I had you investigated, receiving a report on your every activity since that night. I know where you have been, who you have been with every minute of every day. I know of the six times you have met Tyson before tonight. I know where you were and what you did, except what you did inside room 237 at the Milton Hotel. Those meetings are a mystery, though I can imagine what happened.”
“If I remember correctly, those were the only two nights we didn’t make love in the last three weeks. I thought it odd that those hotel visits corresponded with no sex for me those nights. I suppose your pussy was sore and full of Tyson’s cum, so no pussy for your husband those two nights.”
Stella was white as a sheep and was not breathing well either. I felt I was right on target and had hit the bullseye.
She realized she had never hung up, so she slowly put the telephone receiver to her ear. “Did you hear all of that? You need to get over here right now so we can straighten this out. God no, this is exactly what I thought might happen. Get here now.”
Stella hung up the phone. Tears started to run down her cheeks.
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I turned and walked out of the bedroom, back down to my office. It was almost 1:00 am. I was mentally and physically tired and unprepared for a confrontation with Tyson. I just wanted this to be over. I was done with my cheating slut wife; Tyson could have her.
I heard the door open and a man’s footsteps. Jesus, he had a key to the fucking house. Things might be worse than I thought.
My door opened, and there stood my dad and Stella. I was shocked.
I said nothing, just looked at them. But the question was burning through me.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
My dad Tomas and Stella came in and sat on the sofa.
I wondered what my dad was here for, but I remembered Stella’s dad had not been in their family since her teens. I didn’t know any more about it, and Stella would not talk about it, so my dad was now her dad.
Tomas spoke first.
“Son, I understand you are upset and confused about Stella and Tyson. I know I certainly would be as well. I hope to straighten this out completely if you will just listen. Please sit quietly, take notes of your questions, and after Stella and I finish, you are free to ask your questions or throw us out, your choice.”
I looked at the two of them and shook my head. “So, the two of you, my own dad, are ambushing me to tell me what I already know. Stella has been fucking another man.”
“Oh God, No, Travis, that is not it at all. I was afraid that is what you thought, and after tonight I know that is what you thought. That is not it at all; there has been no sex, only kissing, which was bad enough. Please listen to dad, and you will understand.”
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she started to sob badly.
“Ok, I will listen. I warn you, though, I have had Stella watch every minute of every day, so if you try to deceive me, I will leave here and file for divorce.”
“Oh no, son, that is a major overreaction. It is nothing like that. Please listen. Do you think I would be sitting here talking to you if Stella were cheating on you? No, I would have kicked her out before you could have.”
“Travis, this is a complicated yet simple story. A story of friendship and sadness, love, and pain. None of it was ever supposed to fall on you, but it has. That is unfortunate and has given you every right to feel the way you do.”
“I need to take you back twenty years to Carbondale, Ill. It is 1942. Stella was fifteen years old, and one day two army officers came to the door telling her mom and her that her dad had been killed in France. As you can imagine, that devastated the family. Louis, her father, had been a devoted dad, and his loss was crippling to the family.”
I was shocked. Stella had never told me any of this. What else had she not told me?
Dad continued…
“The family struggled and finally had to move out of their house to a low-rent apartment. The Military assistance was not much, so her mom worked two jobs, and Stella worked in a restaurant for a while, but her schoolwork suffered, and she stopped. She could go to college on a government program.”
“Stella focused on school and met a neighbor boy a few floors below. He was a year older and was graduating the next year. They became close friends but never really dated. He helped her with her studies and gave her moral support, he did miscellaneous items for them, and they spent time together a lot. He was a football player, a surprisingly good one. When he graduated, he went to USC to play football. He was Tyson Summit.”
I was starting to get the picture.
“When Tyson left, it was hard on the family, especially Stella. He was like a brother to her, and she missed him terribly. Over the next few months, they lost contact. Stella started to date some, but there was that void where Tyson had been. It was not romantic, total platonic.”
“Then, a few years later, Stella met you, the man she fell in love with and loves to this day. You know that love story, so I won’t bore you with it.”
“A few months ago, Carbondale High School started to plan for a reunion, the first one ever. They sent our notices and asked for responses. You remember that Stella volunteered to work on the organizing committee. The reunion was a year away and was only in the planning stages. One of the letters that went out listed the committee, and since Stella’s expertise is marketing, it fell upon her as a contact for feedback. To help get ideas on want type of reunion activities people would want.”
“A week later, Stella got a call from California. At the other end of the line was Tyson. A voice she never expected to hear again. She was shocked and excited. Over the next few weeks, they talked a lot. Stella learned of his marriage and the death of his wife. She also learned he was moving back into the area.”
“His mother was still alive, living a few towns away. She was getting older like your mom and me, so he needed to come back to help her.”
“He had been very successful in business and had sold his business. He was purchasing a manufacturing plant nearby. The deal is not done yet but will be soon.”
Dad took a break and drank some water. Stella looked at me for some sign, and I didn’t give her one. The answers were not all clear to me yet.
I was shocked at all I had heard. I had gotten it all wrong, except for the passionate kisses I had seen, and Carter’s men had observed, and what was the hotel room all about?
Dad started again…
“Three weeks ago. Tyson moved here from California. He booked a hotel for a month and started to settle in. He looked for a house and put in an offer on a house two blocks over. He joined the Country Club and waited for the deal on the plant to close.”
“Stella was so afraid you would get the wrong idea about Tyson and their relationship that she could not tell you. She came to me and told me everything. Yes, she had seen him over the time since he came back, and yes, they held hands, kissed, and talked a lot. None of it was love or lust, and it was all purely platonic, getting to know an old friend again. The two visits to Tyson’s hotel room were business dinners. They ate dinner, and he asked Stella about marketing his new business. All the information was in his room, so it had to be done there. There was nothing else to it.”
Suddenly Stella moved over to me, sitting on my lap. She kissed me hard, holding my head as her tongue slipped into my mouth. She broke the kiss looking into my eyes. “Travis, you are my only man and always will be. Last night was supposed to be when I introduced you to Tyson, but things got a little out of hand. I remember when I had feelings for him as a teenager. I was so happy to have him again in my life that I kissed him with more vigor than I should have. I did ignore you and am sincerely sorry for that and for how I treated you. I was wrong, and I hate myself for that.”
I looked deep into her eyes, seeing the love and lust I was used to seeing.
“Travis, I love you and only you. I know you felt I was cheating, but that did not happen and will never happen. Please, please believe me. I love and lust for only you!”
Dad sat back and looked at the two of us. “It’s very late, and I think it’s time for me to return home to your mom, leaving you to work this out.”
Stella and I stood. She hugged my dad whispering in his ear. I shook his hand and then hugged him. We walked him to the door and watched him drive off.
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I pulled Stella behind me to our bedroom. I kissed her as I stripped her, then picked her up, tabooing her on our big king bed. I stripped and stroked my cock. I was already hard and ready when I moved up between Stella’s spread legs. I kissed up and down inside her soft inner thighs, teasing her and making her squirm.
Stella moaned, “Fuck Me, Travis, no appetizers, I need your big cock inside me now, and you need to take me. You need to know I am only yours, so fuck me, Travis, fuck me hard.”
I moved up, nibbling her breasts, sucking her nipples, and biting them. Stella was squirming under me, spreading her legs, rolling her how hips up against me, seeking my cock. I settled on my heels, gripping my cock, and spanking her slit and pussy lips.
“Oh God, Travis, stop teasing me. Just Fuck Me, Please, Please!”
I smiled down at her. “I should make you suffer, you slut. You had me ready to divorce you! You made me doubt your love and have made me miserable for the past three weeks. Why didn’t you tell me? Didn’t you trust our love?”
Tears trickled down Stella’s cheeks. “No, baby, I didn’t know how to tell you, and I didn’t want you to worry about us. Then I fucked that all up. Please let it go and love me as I love you!”
I slapped her clit with my cockhead. She moaned, and I slapped her again. She jumped. “Oh Fuck!” I slapped it one last time, even harder, “Oh God, Oh… Fuck!”
I leaned down to kiss her. She pulled me down as her hand reached down, gripping my cock, and guiding it into her hot, hungry pussy. When I felt my cockhead sitting in her wet hole, I slowly rolled my hips, pushing my hard eight inches into her. It felt incredible as her pussy massaged my cock, pulling me deeper into her.
“Oh God, baby, you feel so good. I love you so much, now get down and fuck the hell out of me!”
I pulled all the way out, gripped her legs, pushed them back to her shoulders, and slammed my cock hard into her. I forced all the air out of her with a loud woosh. There was a look of surprise on her face as I pulled out and slammed into her pussy again.
“Oh yeah, baby, that’s it, do me… fuck me own me, make me cum, please make me cum.”
I leaned down and kissed Stella. “You are mine now and always.”
For the next thirty minutes, we fucked each other, then I put her on her knees and fucked her as hard as I could. My hips slapped against her ass. With each stroke, my balls hit her clit, making her moan as I drove deep into her cunt.
Stella had been cumming repeatedly, moaning, mewing, and gasping with each hard stroke. I knew I was close as I pounded into her, and I was claiming my pussy forever.
Stella moaned in a weak voice. You own me, baby, I am your no fill me with your cum. I felt her fingers tickling my balls as she cupped them in her palm. She closed her fingers, squeezing them as they drew up and exploded, shooting rope after rope of cum deep inside her.
I fell forward over her back, dripping sweat on her back. I pulled her with me as I fell to the side, spooning with my cock still hard buried in her pussy. I held her tight as we fell asleep. It was 4:43 when I closed my eyes.
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The next day started like the last day ended. My cock was in Stella’s mouth. She was making love to me only as she could. Her mouth is magic. I was moaning as she bobbed on my cock. That special feeling started as she played with my balls and slipped her finger over my taint into my deep ass crack, massaging my crinkled hole. I couldn’t take it any longer. I pounded her warning, “Oh baby, I’m going to cum.” I was shaking as my balls tightened as I spilled my cum load into Stella’s hot mouth.
Stella swallowed all of it, then crawled up and kissed me, sharing my load with me. Not something we do often. She curled up, laying her head on my rising chest, and I held her tight. As we lay there, I thought about the last three weeks. The anguish I had been through and realized that Stella had been anguished too. Even while feeling the joy of having her lost, ‘bother’ back in her life.
I squeezed her, then rolled her on her front. I put a pillow under her and slowly made love to her from behind. I had her cumming over and over before I finished shooting cum all over her sweet ass. I lay here smearing my cum all over her, marking my turf forever.
We finally rose and showered, washing away my marking, but the eleven little hickeys I left were there for a few days. We dried off and went naked to the kitchen and made breakfast. We ate naked and cleaned naked. Then we went out to the pool and swam naked. We sunned, rubbing oil all over each other, resulting in a beautiful hand job for both of us. I came in her hand, and Stella came on my hand as my finger fucked her sweet pussy.
We were back. It was time to dress and pick up our kids. I missed them as I know Stella did. Once we had the kids, I drove into town.
“Where are we going.”
I didn’t answer, driving along and turning into the Milton Hotel. I stopped in front.
Stella looked at me, “Travis, what are you doing?”
“Stella, get your ‘brother.’ Tell him to bring a bag and spend the weekend. You need time with him after all these years apart. It is Ok, I trust you both, plus I want to get to know this new man in your life. I might even like him since he loves you too!”
Several tears rolled down her cheeks. She smiled, leaned over, and kissed me, getting ‘Ooohs’ for the peanut gallery in the back seat.
“Travis, are you sure? It’s not necessary.”
“Yes, it is. Tyson is part of your life again, and we all are, too, so we need to get to know him. Go get him.”
Stella kissed me again, “God, I love you, Travis. You are the best of men.”
Tyson came to our house for two days. We began to get to know him, and he began to know us. Sure, it was awkward at times, especially when Stella and I made love that first night, knowing another man for whom she had a different feeling was in our home, but we got through it.
Over the next few months, we helped Tyson get settled in his new home. He visited often, and we all became friends.
For me, life could not be better. In October, I was informed I was being made a full partner in December, meaning a big pay raise and lots of benefits. I was getting what I had worked so hard for over the years.
Stella worked on a marketing plan for Tysons company and secured him as a new client. Their relationship was like brother and sister, and Stella was happier than ever. The kids had another uncle and called him that. We brought Stella’s mom to live with us after her stepdad passed away in the fall.
As for Tyson, he was a good businessman. His new company thrived under his leadership. He became an active citizen. He joined our Rotary Club, and we played golf together. His mom came to live with him, which was good for both of them. We invited Tyson to my firm’s Christmas party. I had set him up to meet MaryAnne Price, a new young associate. They hit it off, so there seems to be a budding relationship on the horizon.
As for Stella and me, life could not have been better. We make love or fuck every day without fail. We live our life to the fullest. We love each other with great passion and desire. But most important to us is that both learned a valuable lesson. Love is strong and can withstand many storms. Trusting the strength of that love can be dangerous. We will never doubt our love for each other and that our love can carry us through anything as long as we do it together.
