Joe
written by:
DG Hear

Joe By DG Hear

This story is about cheating, swinging, and group sex among other categories. Add in a little love and romance and hope you enjoy the story. A big thank-you to Estragon for editing this story and making it a much better read.

Chapter 1:

I'm Joe Harper and have been an over the road truck driver for the past eighteen years. After the death of my father I inherited enough money so I was able to buy my own rig.

Before becoming a truck driver I worked for the trucking company in the warehouse and moved the trucks into the loading docks as well as loading and unloading them. They wouldn't hire me as an over the road driver because of the cost of insurance on me, even though they knew I could drive the big rigs.

Once I became an independent driver and had my own rig they didn't hesitate having me drive. The money was good, but I was always away from home. That was the drawback on being a long-haul truck driver but I loved my job. I learned how to drive from my dad. He drove for thirty years till he passed away from cancer. He and my mother had been divorced for years.

She was remarried and moved out of state. When they divorced I was a teenager, and I chose to live with my dad. My Mom didn't want a lot to do with me after that. I see her maybe once a year. I do send her a Mother's Day card, that's about it.

I got married while I still worked in the warehouse. I was twenty at the time and my wife Marge was twenty-one. She went to college for two years and got a job as a secretary. In the following two years both of our daughters were born. We named them Barbara, who we called Babs, and Bethany who I called Beth.

Marge decided to be a stay at home mom until the girls started school and then she got a job as secretary in a large law firm.

When driving, which was most of the time, I would be on the road for an average of four days, sometimes more. I could stay home as many days as I wanted since I had my own rig but to make the big money I needed to be on the road.

Needless to say, it made for a rough home life. I always tried to do as much as I could with the family when I was home. It just didn't work out. We were only married nine years when Marge asked for a divorce.

Our sex life when I was home was great. Even after the girls were born I know we made love every day I was home. Marge never told me no, or that she had a headache. She even told me that it wasn't about sex. It was about wanting a more fulfilling life.

My problem was the more I worked, the more money I could bring home and get things for the family. I guess it was a choice; she could have me at home or have all the material things she wanted. She never did tell me which she preferred.

To be honest I would have to say that I might have made the wrong choice. Even though I loved my job, I really loved Marge. She was right when she said I wasn't there for them. She said she spent more time at her parents than she did at home. At least at their house she had adult people to talk to.

Marge's parents didn't care for me a whole lot. They thought I should have given up driving and spent more time home with my family. They would often berate me in front of Marge and the girls. It often started arguments. Since it was her parents I often didn't talk back but left their house. They never offered to help with child support and the groceries, if I stayed home and had a lower paying job. Besides, I wanted to take care of my own family.

Unfortunately driving truck was all I knew. We already had kids so I couldn't give up driving and go to college. How could I support them? Besides, I wasn't the brightest bulb in the box.

As I talked to her about maybe cutting back my hours and spending a little more time at home she let me have it; the truth. She told me she had found someone else who was a lot more dependable and would be there for her and the girls.

It hurt, it really did. I was angry but I was as mad at myself as I was Marge. Getting married so young and starting a family wasn't an easy thing. I wasn't brought up in a loving two-parent household. I fended for myself a lot.

I had to pay a large amount of child support, which I didn't mind because I loved my girls. I saw them every time I was home. I would usually have them for two days before going back on the road. I made sure they went to school and we enjoyed our time together.

I never met Marge's boyfriend till after our divorce. I was surprised the divorce went through so quickly. I didn't fight it: what good would that have done? I just took the stuff I wanted, cause I didn't need much and got a decent apartment.

After the divorce, Marge married her boyfriend that she met where she worked. He was an attorney. It shouldn't have been a surprise seeing she saw him every day and me a couple of days every two weeks. His name was Mark. He was recently divorced; I found out later that his wife had found out he had been cheating on her and it was with my wife.

When I first met him I thought I would really hate him but I didn't. He seemed like a regular guy, until he apologized for sleeping with Marge. How lame is that? Hitting him wouldn't have solved any problems anyway but would have created a few more. I did believe through karma or whatever he would eventually get payback.

Marge got the house in the divorce along with the house payments. She didn't get any alimony because it was easy to prove adultery seeing she admitted it, besides she married Mark two months after the divorce was final.

I moved out and he moved in. I told Marge I would never step foot back in the house again. It may seem a little funny but I still had feelings for her and I believe she did for me also.

Whenever I talked with the girls, they told me Mark was good to them and treated them nice but that I was still their dad. Life went on for all of us. As I mentioned I was spending more and more time on the road. I was now gone sometimes for a two weeks at a time, but tried to take two days in a row off to be with my daughters.

I lived in a two-bedroom apartment, one for me and one for the girls when they spent the night. It wasn't overly fancy since I could care less about decorating it but I did keep it clean. It was a nice apartment and the facility had a pool and a hot tub for the tenants. I would spend some of my free time sitting at poolside while the girls swam. It was just nice being near them.

As far as Marge goes, I never stepped foot in the house after I left. I talked to her out front or on the phone. One day about a year after the divorce, she asked me why we couldn't be friends, at least for the girls' sake.

"Marge, you cheated on me while we were still married and making love. If you would have told me you were unhappy with me sexually maybe I could have done something about it."

"Joe, I wasn't dissatisfied with you sexually. In fact you are twice the lover that Mark is and I miss having sex with you."

"What? So you want to have sex with me?" I asked, surprised.

"No, I couldn't do that to Mark," she replied. "I would still like to be friends. You could visit with us or at least sit with us at the girls' events."

"That's bullshit! That sucks! You had no problem cheating on me! As far as being friends goes, no way! I will stay cordial to you for the sake of the girls." I left, knowing I still had feelings for her, but she made a fool out of me. I could never forget that.

I saw the girls less and less as they got older. They would stop by to see me, but they were busy with school stuff and meeting new friends. Sometimes they would bring their girlfriends over to swim.

If I was at home and the girls had any school activities to go to I would be there. I never sat with Marge, it would have been too awkward. The girls were into softball and volleyball. They were pretty darn good and I was proud of them.

Most of the time at the games I would see Marge with her sister Gloria. She was a pretty good looker also. Gloria and I have become good friends in the last couple of years but more on that later.

****

My sex life was pretty darn good. Since I was a truck driver it was like being a sailor. I had a girl in every port. I vowed I would never pay for sex but I would take a woman for a night on the town. I loved having dinner, dancing and some great sex afterwards.

When I was able I usually took my motorcycle on my truck. Some companies didn't allow it but others didn't mind. It gave me the freedom to go places when I was in cities overnight. My view of sex and couples has changed since my divorce. Probably because a lot of the women I dated and had sex with were already married. They just wanted a little more out of life without any real commitment; I gave them that.

I loved my so-called one night stands. The sex was always great and the women would do most anything. The following day I would be gone and maybe return a month or two later. Some towns I never made it back to. The one thing I decided is it would only be about sex. I got burnt for being in love and it wasn't going to happen again.

Besides, that's one reason I liked the married women; no commitments. I've met them at a lot of the businesses I delivered at. Also, a few at different local bar hangouts when I had overnight stays. I even met them at the gyms I went too. There wasn't any pressure on me or the women to perform.

A lot of truck drivers are out of shape. I didn't want to be like that so I had a gym membership with a national firm. If I was in a town near one of the gyms I would take the time to work out. In my opinion it kept me looking and feeling better.

****

Before I go deeper into my truck driving life I need to tell you more about Gloria. She's Marge's older sister by about two years. I liked Gloria from the day I met her. I was even an usher at her wedding to her husband Bill. She and Marge looked a lot alike, but they were sisters.

After I was divorced from Marge, Gloria surprised me by coming over to see me one day when I was home. We talked and had a drink together. She said she stopped by to see how I was doing. I told her I missed Marge even though I had been with other women on the road. "Damn, you look so much like her. Too bad you don't cheat on Bill," I said, strictly as a joke.

She smiled at me and said, "Who said I didn't?" She leaned forward and kissed me. I mean really kissed me.

We stopped talking and I began to strip her. I took her blouse and bra off and began to squeeze and suck on her breasts. Damn, she felt so good. Within the next ten minutes we were both naked and having raw sex on my bed. She took my cock in her mouth and deep throated me.

I repaid her by sucking her pussy lips till she had her first orgasm. "Fuck me Joe! Put your fat cock in my pussy and fuck me hard!"

I did as I was told. She was built so much like her sister. I fucked her silly and it was as though I was taking revenge on Marge by fucking her sister so hard. I knew she had come again before I dumped a huge load into her.

I lay on top of her for a few minutes till we both came down from our highs. I got off her and went to apologize, but she stopped me by kissing me again. I do have to say I was lost for words. This was my ex-sister in law after all.

"Damn, you're every bit as good as my sister said you were. What was she thinking letting you go? You can fuck me anytime you‘re home Joe, just give me a heads up so I can clear my schedule."

Gloria was a teacher and her husband Bill was an engineer. I always thought that they had a good marriage but I guess I was wrong. They didn't have any kids. Gloria said she dealt with kids all day long and that was enough. Besides when she felt motherly, she could have my daughters over. The girls loved her.

"What about you and Bill? Are you getting a divorce?" I asked.

"Hell no! I love him but every now and then I like a little strange. By the way, I know that Bill does the same thing. We are both quiet about our flings and never talk about them. Seems to work well for us."

"Oh shit! You aren't going to tell him about us, are you? I would feel kind of embarrassed if he knew about us."

"No, I'd never give him the names of any of my one night stands. I only have sex with guys one time. It isn't like I do it every day. Maybe once every few months. Since I've been with you I might have to make an exception. Joe, I loved fucking you, really, you're one of the best I've been with."

"Thanks Gloria, you're not so bad yourself. You're right up there with your sister as my best ever. Maybe it's because I've always had feeling for the two of you. Are you going to tell Marge we were together?"

"Hell no! Christ, she'd kill me. She knows I've been with a few different guys but I would never tell her about you. Please promise me you won't tell her either."

"Of course I won't, otherwise you may never come back. This is one secret just between the two of us. Why would it bother Marge anyway? She cheated on me and got divorced."

"It's a sister and friend thing. You don't have sex with your friends or sister's ex. She has often told me what a good lover you were. That's why I had to find out for myself. Joe, would you answer a question honestly for me?"

"What is it you want to know?"

"All these years you've been on the road, have you had sex with other women? I mean while you were still married to Marge."

I grinned. "Gloria, I think I'll just keep that answer to myself. I will tell you one thing. Since I moved out I don't deny myself." I leaned over and kissed her passionately and grabbed a handful of pussy.

Gloria probably stops by every other month or so. I love having sex with her. I haven't told her but she's so much like being with Marge. She even told me that I've been making a good girl out of her. She has only had sex with other men only one time a year since she's been with me. She didn't go on to explain it any further.

Whenever I see her anywhere with Marge, I just nod to her. I've seen her out with Bill a couple of times and it feels funny. One time I saw Bill in another town and he was with another woman. He looked guilty as hell but just told me it was his secretary and they were headed to a meeting. I never told Gloria, because she already knew he had affairs.

It got me to wondering how many cheating couples are out there. I have to say it's most of the people I know or that I have met. I had to wonder if Marge cheated on Mark. I know she had cheated on me, and Mark cheated on his ex-wife.

Just recently, I did ask Gloria if Marge ever cheated on me with anyone besides Mark and if she has cheated on Mark. She said that Marge has said that she never cheated on me with anyone else, and now she regrets doing it to be with Mark. She also said Marge didn't cheat on Mark as far as she knew. She did tell me that Marge told her most everything, and that Mark was being transferred to another office across town.

****

The girls were teenagers now and getting ready to start college. I got word that Marge was filing for a divorce. It seems that after Mark got transferred he met up with his ex-wife. She was now pregnant. Gloria told me Marge took it pretty hard. She was really pissed at Mark.

She told Gloria that she couldn't believe she gave up me for Mark, who wasn't half the lover I was. She applied for a divorce using adultery. Mark was going to pay for what he did to her. Marge kicked his ass out the day she found out about the pregnancy. He moved back in with his ex-wife. They were going to get remarried after his divorce from Marge was final.

I was surprised that Marge never told me about it. I did talk to her every couple of weeks. Gloria told me that Marge was too ashamed to tell me. She knew I would find out soon enough. I just thought of the saying, "What goes around, comes around".

Chapter 2

There are a lot of stories that I could tell you about my sex life on the road while being a long-haul truck driver but I have one to tell that I considered rather unbelievable or at least unique. It's about the kind of things that you would think only happen in stories. It happened in Las Vegas but I can't actually say it stayed in Las Vegas. More on that part later.

This story is about a young friend of mine, Lesley. You have to understand that Lesley wasn't one of my typical dates. We have been out about three times in the last two years when I was in Las Vegas.

Lesley was now twenty-two years old and attended college. I was pushing forty at the time. She was a receptionist at an off the beaten track motel that dealt with truckers. Lesley's parents owned the motel.

My first time there a couple of years back, some big beer-bellied oaf was trying to force himself on this young woman. She looked like a teenager but I later found out she was older. I pulled the guy off of her and he took a swing at me. I hit him hard in the gut and then on the back of the neck and he went down.

I was just about to give him the boot when he yelled out, "Please, no more, I'm sorry, I promise it will never happen again. I was at the bar and must have drank a little too much."

I looked over at the little lady and she said that the drunk was a regular customer. Usually when he drank too much he would get a room and sleep it off. This time he just went to far.

"Hoss, if you ever pull that shit with me again I'll see you're banned from our motel," said the young woman.

"I'm sorry, Lesley, I really am but you're so damn cute. It won't happen again." That's when I learned her name was Lesley.

Hoss got up and Lesley handed him his room key and he staggered out the door.

"Thank you, but I could have handled it. We get a lot of drunks in here. Are you looking for a room? You're new here, aren't you?" said Leslie.

"Yes and yes. I'm an over the road trucker and at one of the truck stops I heard this was a trucker friendly place near Las Vegas."

She gave me my room key and thanked me for helping her out. She did show me a Taser she kept behind the counter. She didn't feel she had needed to use it just yet.

I asked her if there was any good places to get something to eat and she told me of a nice restaurant a couple of miles up the road. "Too bad you don't have a car," she said.

"It's ok, I have a bike in the truck. Care to join me when you get off work?"

That's how I met Lesley. She ended up spending the night in my room. She was one uninhibited young woman. There was nothing she wouldn't do. I asked her why she didn't have a boyfriend, and she laughed at me.

"I like my wild life and having sex whenever and with whoever I want. Most boyfriends aren't up with that. I have been involved in a couple of group parties at college. I'm nowhere near ready to settle down."

I stayed at her motel the next two times I was in the Vegas area. Each time I had company for the night. Lesley reminded me of the young women you see advertising porno tapes. Hell, you can jack-off to the commercial, they're so damn good looking.

Lesley had a thin body and small but nice looking tits. Her muff was trimmed so she only had a landing strip there. I once asked her why she didn't shave it all off and she told me men loved it when they found out she was a natural blonde.

This time when I showed up she asked me if I would take her to a big party over at one of the big casinos in Las Vegas. She told me it was a Valentine's Day gala and it was a couples affair. She did say it was five hundred dollars a couple.

Now I liked Lesley a lot but that was a pretty expensive night out. She promised me the night of my life. It was unlike any other party most people go to. When I asked her what was so different she told me.

"Joe, it's kind of a swingers' thing. They have rooms for just about anything anyone wants. There will be over five hundred people there, maybe even more. I went last year and it was great."

Now I'll admit I've been with a lot of women but this was something that I've seen on sex tapes but have never been to one. I decided, what the hell you only live once, and this just might be fun.

They were holding it on a Saturday night so they could draw a bigger crowd. I had a delivery to make on Friday but gave the money to Lesley to buy the tickets. I told her I'd be back through the next day for the party.

"Joe, you do know that I might not be with you most of the evening. You can be with all the women you want. They will be from the age of eighteen to probably seventy. We will have a room to crash in for the night. I just want you to understand that it's a big party."

"I'm a big boy, Lesley. I have no doubt that you'll be rather popular. I'm not the jealous type anymore. I haven't been for years. Whatever happens, happens; it is Vegas after all."

When Lesley and I entered the hotel/casino I couldn't believe how huge it was. The Valentine's Day party was on the second and third floors of the building. On the second floor were slots and other casino games. The band was playing music on the third floor. Both floors had refreshment bars as well as snack tables of food. It was the good stuff, like shrimp and lobster and rare roast beef and good beer and liquor.

I'd never been to a party quite this large. Since I knew that sex was openly allowed at this party, I would have to really pace myself. Lesley was excited when she saw some of her college friends. I told her she wasn't tied to me and go have fun. I would probably see her around later.

I got myself a drink and decided to take a tour of the facilities on the two floors. I found that there was music and dancing on the second floor as well. They had a DJ who played pretty much whatever was requested, and the band upstairs was good. Tables and chairs were set up near the dance floor. On the back wall were couches and chairs.

There was a doorway with an employee of the casino kind of guarding it. I stopped to talk to him and ask about the room and if anyone could go in. He mentioned that the room was set up in cubicles. It was for the guests that might want more privacy when getting intimate.

He was there strictly to give passes to anyone desiring entrance. He mentioned there was twenty-four cubicles in all. After one was used he was to make sure that a maid put new sheets on the bed and cleaned the cubicle. There was a curtain that could be used so no one could see inside the cubicle. He did mention that the third floor had two such rooms.

I was surprised that while I was talking to him, a couple were coming out of the room and handed him their pass. I had to wonder how many times some of these guys could come in a night. I was probably good for a couple at best.

I went to the dance floor and saw Lesley dancing up a storm with her friends. On the next slow song some young guy was dancing with her and his hands were already grabbing her ass. One of her girlfriends came over and asked me to dance. She put her arms around my neck and actually kissed me. I was a bit surprised.

I had my hands on her waist and she pushed them down to her ass. "There, that feels much better, doesn't it?" she said. I couldn't help but squeeze her beautiful ass. Lesley looked over at me and was laughing.

I spent an hour or so with Lesley and her friends. They were all young and pretty good looking. I didn't talk with her male friends much. They were just high testosterone men. There was a lot of groping going on and I guess I was doing my fair share.

It was odd but I don't remember asking any women to dance but I was asked a lot. Many of these women had on wedding rings and I could see men watching me. To say I didn't have a hard on most of the time would be a lie. There wasn't a woman I danced with that I wouldn't have minded fucking.

I was invited to sit in a few booths with women and the men they were with. It was all about sex. Must have been some swingers' club that all agreed to go to the party. I must have finger fucked a half dozen women. I knew I couldn't last much longer before shooting a load. My cock had been in almost a constant state of hardness.

Over in one corner on a couch was an older man, probably in his seventies. On his lap was the most beautiful woman I can remember seeing. Her hair was cut short and she wore a silver sequined dress that fit her hourglass shaped body like a glove. My guess was she was in her early thirties. She had a huge rock on her finger.

The closer I got to the couple I could see her dress was nearly all the way up her thighs and the man was rubbing what seemed to be her bald pussy. They were looking at me so I was going over to say hi when two men sitting in chairs on either side of them stood up. They each had a woman in their lap as well. The guys moved so fast the women almost fell, but they acted like they were used to sudden takeoffs.

The older man told them to sit back down; it was all right. They did sit down and the gorgeous women they were with sat back on their laps. I couldn't stop looking at this man rubbing the bald pussy of this beautiful woman.

The man spoke first. "I'm Marco and this beautiful woman you have been eyeing is my wife Gina. The two men here are, let's say, my close friends."

This man must have been connected. I knew these men had to be his bodyguards. "I'm Joe Harper, pleased to meet you."

"Joe, the reason I wanted you to come over her is Gina wants to have sex with you." I was totally dumbfounded.

Marco went on to say, "Gina is my wife. I brought her over from Italy fourteen years ago when she was eighteen. I know I can't keep up with Gina but she knows if she ever would cheat on me I would send her back to Italy.

"I allow her to have sex with other men, but only if I approve of them and I am there to protect her. If any man tries to take Gina he will pay the price. We have been watching you and Gina said she would like to have sex with you. So, what's your answer?"

"Marco, I don't think there's a man alive that wouldn't want to be with your wife. She's absolutely the most gorgeous woman I've had the pleasure of meeting. How do you propose to do this? Do you want me to get a cubicle?"

"No, we'll do it right here. Gina, help the man out." I was standing in front of them and Gina undid my belt buckle and unzipped my pants. I was a bit embarrassed and had to hold up my pants; thank God we were in the corner.

"Slip your pants down and sit down here on the couch."

I did as I was told. Gina took a condom off the end table and slipped it over my rock hard cock, which was sticking straight up. I couldn't believe this was happening. I watched as she pulled her tight dress up just over her hips. She had the perfect hips and ass, and her pussy was beautiful.

She straddled me with a thigh on each side of me and lowered her beautiful glistening pussy slowly down over my cock. She smiled at me and as she pumped up and down on my cock she leaned over and kissed me. I was hoping that Marco wouldn't mind. "Happy Valentine's Day," she said to me as I felt her have an orgasm.

She didn't stop and I hadn't come yet due to the condom. At that time Lesley came walking over and Gina looked at her and just rested on my hard cock.

"Marco, Gina, this is my friend Lesley," I said. "Lesley, Gina is married to Marco."

"Wow, she's the sexiest woman I've ever seen," replied Lesley.

"You're pretty cute yourself," Mario said to Lesley, as he was rubbing his package. I think watching me and Gina was getting him hard.

Lesley looked down at him rubbing his cock and asked him if he wanted help with that. Without waiting for an answer Lesley undid his belt and zipper and pulled his cock out over his briefs. She started giving him a blowjob.

Gina smiled and started humping me again. It wasn't long before Lesley was able to get Marco hard. She slipped a condom on his cock, pulled his pants down to his knees and after slipping off her panties started riding him.

There we were, Gina riding my cock to a second orgasm and I came hard while holding onto her ass. Marco sat there while Lesley rode his cock. Gina told me she was so happy for him because he doesn't get hard as often as he used to.

Gina let me pull down her dress and see her tits. They were as beautiful as the rest of her body. I squeezed them lightly and then kissed them. Then she pulled her dress back up.

We heard Lesley come. She pushed down hard on Marco and moaned quite loudly. He smiled at her; it wasn't often that a beautiful young woman wanted him just for the sex. His cock was still hard since he had taken a Viagra a while ago. He told Lesley she could get off him now and thanked her.

"But you haven't come yet. It's not right," said Lesley.

Gina looked over at the young Lesley. "You did good for him and I thank you. He's my husband and I will finish him."

She slipped off my lap with my glistening condom covered cock dropping out of her. I took a couple of tissues and took off the condom and cleaned myself off. Lesley had gotten off Marco and was putting her panties back on. She sat on my lap as we watched Gina take the condom off her husband and begin to ride his bare cock.

She reached another orgasm as her husband shot his load into his loving wife. She sat there with his cock buried in her and they kissed. She laid her head against his shoulder. Domestic tranquility, it's wonderful.

Lesley gave me a quick kiss and said she was heading back to her friends. I got up and got ready to leave and Marco handed me his card. "If you or your young friend ever need anything, don't hesitate to call." I thanked him and headed on my way but not before looking back at Gina's beautiful ass.

Chapter 3

I was hungry and stopped at the buffet table and got something to eat. Having sex makes me hungry. I sat back in a comfortable chair and watched the people. It was getting later and the couples seem to be getting more uninhibited. There was a lot of groping and I saw the doorman was very busy handing out passes.

Some couples didn't need the privacy. They were fucking in the booths and I even saw one couple going at it on the dance floor. Leslie waved to me as she and two male friends were getting a pass for one of the cubicles. I had no doubt that she could outlast the two young men she was with. I wasn't jealous and it actually made me laugh.

I decided to go up to the third floor and listen to the band and see what was going on up there. It was about the same kind of action but most people seemed to be in their late thirties, forties and older.

I sat at the bar and watched the people dance and looked at all the groping that was taking place. A good looking blonde, probably in her forties, sat next to me and we began talking about the party. I looked down and her dress had ridden up to almost the top of her thighs.

She saw me looking and put her hand on my thigh and smiled. About that time a man came up to her and kissed her and put his hand between her legs and was gripping her pussy.

He said to her, "Your husband is over there at the table fingering my wife so I thought I would come over her and play with his wife."

She looked at me as she talked to him. "Go ahead Charlie. Finger fuck my pussy. Show this man how good you are. Make me come!"

I watched as he pushed her panties to the side and shoved three fingers up her pussy. I could hear the gushy sound of his fingering her. It only took about three minutes before she came. She smiled at me and gave Charlie a kiss and they headed back to their table.

A couple of minutes later I heard a familiar voice. "Joe! What in the hell are you doing here?" It was Gloria, my ex-sister in law and sometimes bed partner.

I was as surprised to see her as she was to see me. She went to sit on the stool next to me till I stopped her. "Wait Gloria. We better wipe that stool off before you sit down." She could see secretions on the stool. I grabbed some towels off the bar and wiped off the stool.

Gloria sat down and again asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I guess I could ask the same question of you. Since I had a delivery in Vegas, a friend asked me to bring her here. My first time ever here; it's quite a party. Are you with Bill? When did you come to Vegas?"

"I didn't come with Bill. Oh my God! I can't believe this is happening."

"What the hell are you talking about? You still haven't told me how you arrived here or who you're with."

"Remember I told you that since we've been together I don't cheat on Bill except with you, but maybe once a year? Well, this is the one time. This is my third year coming here. I always came with a teacher friend of mine. We already had bought our airplane tickets and for this party. She called me two days ago and said she couldn't make it but I could have her ticket to give to a friend."

"Ok, so you've been here before; so who came with you?"

"Marge," she said. I know I looked really dumbfounded.

"I guess that answers the question if she fucks around," I said.

"No Joe, you've got it all wrong. It's not like that at all. Marge has been in the dumps for two months now since her separation. She needed to get out and forget her problems for a couple of days."

"So you thought bringing her to a sex party was the answer?"

"No, bringing her to Las Vegas so she can have a little fun. Besides this party isn't all sex. Not everyone is here to fuck around. Some just like a wild party and there are a lot of exhibitionists and voyeurs here also. If she wants to get laid, good for her.

"It seems to be ok for you to get laid. Why do you care anyway? She's not your wife. Hell, in a few months she won't be anyone's wife. Look, she's my sister and I care for her. I thought getting away for a couple of days would be good for her."

"...and if she got laid, all the better," I said.

"Joe, she's my sister and I love her. She's been a mess lately; the other day she was even crying for cheating on you and look how long ago that was. She needed to get out and have a little fun. I don't care what you think of her. All she has left is the girls and they are ready to start college."

"You're right. So has she found a sex partner yet tonight?"

Gloria laughed and told me how it was going. "We've been having a good time, both of us. We found a large group of people our age and are sort of hanging with them. Marge loosened up after having a couple of drinks and we've been doing a lot of dancing. She did tell me that some men seem to try and grope a lot and she doesn't really care for that but they were nice enough to put their hands back where they belong.

"I think she has loosened up a lot now. She's not complaining as much. I think it has to do with some of the people on the couch behind our table. It's about like watching a porno movie but in person. Two women about our age seem to be taking on all comers.

"Just watching them, Marge laughed that she never seen so many cocks in her whole life. I have to admit watching the people on the couch has got my juices flowing. I was kidding with Marge and asked her if she wanted a turn on the couch.

"She told me, ‘I could never do that in public but I'm about ready to take one of these nicer men back to that room and do something in private'. So I guess she is getting horny."

I was able to see Marge on the dance floor from a distance. Why was it even bothering me to see her dancing with another man? Surely I wasn't jealous. That's when I set out with a plan. "Gloria, I need you to do me a huge favor."

When I told her the plan she called me insane. She said Marge would never speak to her again. She said she had to get back to the table. Just as she was leaving she looked back and said, "I'll do it, as much for Marge as for you."

I stayed back and made sure Marge didn't see me. She was a little tipsy but she was having a good time. I watched as Gloria pulled her aside and showed her two passes to the back room. At first Marge shook her head ‘no' but then she looked in deep thought. It looked like she said, "Hell with it" and followed Marge to the back room.

I waited a couple of minutes before following the sisters to the cubicle room. Here was the plan:

Gloria had told Marge that she found the perfect sex partner for her. She knew that Marge would have a little problem starting out with a man she didn't know. She had her lay on the bed and put a blindfold on her. I heard Marge say it was crazy but went along.

It was then that Gloria had Marge put her arms over her head. She put Velcro straps on her wrists before Marge could figure out was going on.

"What the hell are you doing Gloria? I don't want to be tied down. Let me up."

"Marge, the man I chose for you will untie you. I promise with God as my witness you will not be hurt in anyway. Please just go along with me this one time."

Marge was a little aggravated but told Gloria, "After this I want to go back to our room. I wasn't expecting to have some kind of kinky sex."

"It isn't kinky and you'll love it. If you want to return to or room afterwards so be it. Just so you know I'm going to another cubicle with Tom. We'll meet back at our table. I love you Marge and hope you enjoy the surprise."

"What surprise? I thought you had picked out Tom for me to be with. Who is he Gloria?"

"You'll find out soon enough. Have fun Sis."

I gave the so-called gatekeeper my pass to cubicle number seven. There lay Marge in a blindfold and with Velcro wrist straps. If a person tried hard enough they could pull out of the straps.

I introduced myself as Allen. I had no idea if there was an Allen in the group she was with but it was my middle name. I spoke in a whisper, hoping Marge wouldn't recognize my voice. Between all the moans and groans coming out of the room plus the music in the background I figured Marge wouldn't recognize my voice.

I began by unbuttoning her blouse. "You're suppose to untie me," said Marge.

"I will in a little while, I promise, but right now I want you to just feel the sensations." I opened her blouse. She looked so sexy lying there with just her bra on. It had a front clasp on it and I undid it.

"What are you doing?" asked Marge.

I didn't answer but began sucking on her nipples the way I used to so many years ago. I went from one breast to the other. Sucking on one and gently squeezing the other. Marge never liked her breasts to be groped but massaged; that's what I did.

"God, who are you? That feels so good." Marge was moaning as I took my time and sucked on her breasts. "I really shouldn't be here."

I got off the bed and slowly lifted her skirt. I smiled to myself when I saw she had worn pantyhose. Not something you usually wear to a swingers' party. I reached under her skirt and slowly pulled down her pantyhose.

"What are you doing? Wait! Untie me, I want to see who you are." She sounded a bit nervous.

I had to keep whispering so she couldn't make out my voice. "Don't worry pretty lady. I promise to be gentle; I would never hurt you. I promise I'll undo the straps in a few minutes. Please just lay back and enjoy it."

I reached back under her skirt and slipped off her panties. I saw her pussy. Her mound was dark and she had it nicely trimmed. It was the way I always liked it. I spread her legs and put my mouth on her pussy.

I must have struck a nerve. She began to moan as I sucked on her lips. I spread her pussy with my fingers and began darting my tongue in and out of her. "Oh God, what are you doing to me? It's been so long since a man ate my pussy. It feels so good but seems so wrong."

I pulled back and rubbed my face in her mound. I kept doing it because I remember she always loved it. I dropped back down and started licking her nub. I worked on her pussy for a good ten minutes and she got so wet.

I guess old Mark wasn't a pussy eater and I remember how much Marge loved being eaten. I sucked and kissed her wetness. She came with a huge orgasm. "Oh God, so wrong but it feels so good."

"Please take my skirt off so it doesn't get wet and please let me see you. You are a good lover," said Marge.

I did as she asked and removed her skirt. I whispered to her that I would untie her arms but I asked that she keep the blindfold on till I entered her. I removed my clothing and pushed her legs up near her breast. I rubbed my cock up and down her pussy slit at least a dozen times. I didn't even put on a condom and of course she hasn't seen my cock yet.

"Are you wearing a condom?" asked Marge. "You have to wear a condom, please."

I pushed my cock into her bareback and she said, "No, please, you have to wear a condom," and quickly pulled off her blindfold.

"Joe! Oh God, Joe! What are you doing here? How did you know I was here?"

"Marge, we can talk later. Right now I want to make love to you. I want you so bad. Right now we can make love just like we used to; we can talk later." She helped me hold her legs high as I fucked her. I have no idea what she was thinking but she had tears in her eyes. It wasn't long before she had a second orgasm.

Thank God I had taken a Viagra after being with Gina and Marco. I wanted this to last forever. Marge was still breathing hard as I pulled out of her and rolled over on my back. She smiled at me as she got on top of me and lowered her pussy down onto my waiting cock.

I was rubbing her tits while she rode me. She never did mention the condom again. We never used them when we made love. I knew I was ready to shoot a very big load. By the way Marge was looking at me, she knew it too. At the first squirt she planted her pussy down hard on my cock and stayed there.

She began rocking as I was coming. It felt just like old times so many years ago. I felt her pussy tighten up as she came a third time. Her pussy gripped my cock and squeezed every ounce of cum I had. She leaned over and kissed me.

It was soft, sweet and passionate. She sat back up and before she got off me the curtain opened and Gloria stepped in.

"What's taking you guys so long? Tom and I were done almost a half hour ago."

Marge looked at Gloria. "You bitch! How did you set this up? How did you know I'd go along with this? By the way Sis, thank you and I love you." Then she smiled at her sister.

I spoke. "Gloria didn't set this up. I just happened to have a delivery and Vegas and a friend told me about this party and I came. I've been here most of the evening but on the other floor. When I came up here I ran into Gloria.

"She told me that you were feeling down and she invited you to go to Vegas with her. When I saw you on the dance floor I wanted you and asked Gloria to help me be with you tonight."

"What happens next?" asked Marge.

"I guess you and Gloria go back to your friends and enjoy the party. I have to go find my friend and see what's happening."

Marge looked at me but didn't say anything more. She quickly got dressed and even put on her pantyhose. I always used to love watching her dress. She seemed so sexy. Before walking out of the cubicle she turned and kissed me. Neither of us said a word as she left.

I saw a man ask her to dance shortly after she sat down. It looked like she was scanning the room looking for me. She almost looked sad as she got up and danced with the man. I headed to the second floor, got a drink and waited for Lesley to show up.

She came over and we decided to get something to snack on. She asked me if I had a good time and I told her I did. I even met some old friends. I told her that she could have the room for the night. I was ready to leave and would sleep in the truck.

We hugged and she gave me a kiss. "I really like you a lot, Joe. When I'm ready to settle down I hope to find a man just like you."

I handed her the card that Marco gave me. I told her that he said if she ever needed anything to give him a call; he was a good person to know. I got in a taxi and as it was pulling away I saw Marge run out the front door. I didn't stop but I knew I was still in love with her.

Chapter 4

When I arrived home the following week, my daughters came over to talk to me. They said their mother saw me in Las Vegas at a party and that we spent some time together.

Beth asked me, "Dad, how do you feel about Mom? You know she still cares for you. She told us she made a mistake cheating on you with Mark and did her best to live with the consequences. Now that Mark left and Beth and I are going to college is there any chance for you and Mom to get back together?"

I was rather shocked to hear that from my daughters but I try to be honest with them. "I loved your mother and she hurt me. I can't just forgive that so easy. Yes, I still have feelings for her, but I won't ever marry her or any other woman."

Babs spoke. "Dad, will you at least go see her? Maybe even go on a date? You both are so stubborn. You both care for each other but won't hardly even talk. Dad, Mom hasn't gone out with any guy but Mark during their whole marriage. She said she wasn't going to hurt another man the way she did you. We all know she still loves you! Can‘t you see that?" She had tears in her eyes.

"I told your mom years ago that I would never step foot back in that house. If she wants to see me, she could come here." My daughters smiled at me and said they had to leave. I had to wonder what they were planning.

A couple of hours later I was sipping a beer and watching a game on TV when there was a knock on the door. I opened it and it was Marge, all dressed up.

"Marge! What are you doing here? You've never been to my place except to drop the girls off." I knew it must have really been hard for her to come see me not knowing how I would react.

"They said if I wanted to see you I would have to come here because you wouldn't come to the house. Joe, I've been thinking ever since we were together in Vegas. I love you Joe and I know you can't forgive me but I would like to be friends. You must still have some feelings for me."

"Come on in. You look beautiful but you always did. If you want to give me a few minutes to take a shower I'll take you out for dinner."

"I'd love to go," said Marge.

I had mixed emotions as I showered. I wasn't sure where we would be going with this. I got dressed and we went out for dinner. We talked a lot and she told me all about Mark and his ex-wife, which I already knew about. I told her a little about my over the road driving but not about the sex with the woman I met.

She told me the truth about Las Vegas. She went there to party, but wasn't planning on having sex. She said the atmosphere was just so erotic. She thought she made a big mistake when she let Gloria talk her into having sex with another man but she had quite a few drinks and said to hell with it. She didn't have anyone anymore. She was so happy when she saw the stranger was me. She hadn't stopped thinking about me since.

We went over to the lounge after eating and had a couple of drinks. We got up and danced and she put her arms around my neck. I slid my hands down to her ass and she slapped them. I moved them back up to her waist and we both smiled.

"Joe, the girls said you said that you would never marry again. Is that true?"

"Yes it is," I answered.

"What about dating? Is there any chance that we could date when you're home? I don't expect anything special. Just a date now and then." Her eyes were almost tearful.

"Marge, do you want to date other men? Any other men at all?"

"No, why would you ask that?"

"Because I still care for you and even if you dance with another man I get jealous. You're the only woman that affects me that way. If you want to date me casually and date other men then the answer is no."

"I don't want to be with any other men. If I promise to be monogamous to you will you do the same for me?"

I waited a few seconds before answering. "You couldn't stay monogamous with me before. How do you know you can do it now?"

"Please Joe, that was the biggest mistake of my life and I still regret it to this day. Mark has been the only other man I have been with and he didn't hold a candle to you. I can't tell you how many times I've dreamed about you over the years.

"I've grown up a lot over the years Joe and realize what I lost."

"Ok, but I have a few ground rules. We'll both be monogamous. You have to understand that I will not marry you again. We'll take the dating and lovemaking one day at a time. No future plans. Either one of us can leave the relationship at any time but then it will be over forever."

"I agree. Can I tell our daughters and Gloria and even my parents?"

"Tell anyone you want. Hopefully they will see us together. Are you ready to go to my apartment and seal the deal? By the way, I still won't set foot in your house."

We went to my apartment and made love all night. I spent an hour rubbing her bush and eating her pussy alone. I hoped this would be a prelude to the rest of our lives.

****

Before I go on to tell you where our relationship is today I have a rather surprising story to tell you. As I always say, ‘What goes around, comes around'. This happened last Halloween at a party at a Holiday Inn in Indiana. I was on my way back from one of my trips out west and knew about the party and decided to go to it.

I didn't really have a costume but wore a cowboy hat, a vest and boots. It was good enough to get in the party. I was sitting at the bar when a good looking woman came in and asked for a whiskey sour. She was dressed in what appeared to be a hooker's outfit, showing a lot of boob and a lot of leg.

I told the bartender I'd pay for her drink. She seemed out of sorts, so I asked her if she had a problem, maybe I could help.

"The bastard," she said. "We planned on being together and I drove for three hours to get here. I bought this outfit just for him and the bastard called me and said he couldn't make it."

A lot of times I give my middle name to people I don't know at parties. "Honey, the way I see it, it's his loss. You look quite stunning. If it wasn't a Halloween party I would asked you ‘how much for the night'. I mean that as a compliment. I'm Allen, who may you be?"

"I'm Carol Remington, pleased to meet you Allen." She drank her drink almost straight down.

I bought us another round of drinks and asked her if she would like to sit in a booth. We sat in a booth away from the music so we could talk. She told me that she worked in a law office in Ohio but didn't tell me the city. She was a secretary there.

It got me to thinking. Mark Remington was the bastard that stole my wife. I remember his wife being named Carol but had never met her. I had to wonder if this just might be her. Some things like that you never forget even though it was many years ago. I was wondering if karma was about to strike Mark. Maybe karma had another name, like Joe.

I ordered us another drink and told the bartender to make hers a double. One thing I've learned from women is that when they drink and they're mad, they have a tendency to talk a lot. I asked Carol if she would like to dance.

"Look," she said. "I'm not the best company right now. You may want to go and have fun."

"I'm enjoying talking to a very beautiful woman. Besides I think you could use a little company right now and I'm not going anywhere till tomorrow."

We got up and danced just the slow numbers. I held her close and she seemed at ease with me. I didn't try to grope her or anything like that. I just let her talk.

"Do you want to tell me about your boyfriend? I'm a good listener and it would be good for you to get it off your chest, as pretty as it is." That made her smile.

"You're going to think I'm a horrible person unless I tell you the whole story. My boyfriend is my ex-husband. He left me years ago for another woman. Recently he was transferred to the same office that I work in. I wouldn't talk to him for a long time. Then one day he asked me out to dinner; he said he wanted to talk to me."

"Wow! He has balls. My ex wants nothing to do with me. So did you go out to dinner with him? I'm figuring you did since you expected him to be here tonight."

"Yes, we started seeing each other again. We began having sex and last month I stopped taking birth control pills. He told me he loved me and wished he could be with me again. I figured I'd push the issue and win him back. I thought tonight we could make love and I would have his child and he would leave his wife and come back to me.

"I'm thirty-seven and don't have many years left. I saw the doctor a couple of weeks ago and he told me this would be my fertile time for about a week."

"What about his wife? Did you think about her?"

"She has two daughters of her own from her first marriage. He's helping raise her kids when I figured he could be raising ours if we had one. As for her, she stole him from me; I was just going to take him back." She had tears in her eyes so I held her close.

I asked her what his excuse was for not coming to the party and she said that he had promised his wife he would go to her sister's Halloween party but didn't realize it was the same day till his wife mentioned it after he got home from work. She had taken the day off so she could be here for him.

She was a good looking woman and dressed like a hooker made her look very sexy. We were together for about two hours. She told me all about herself. I felt a little sorry for her but why did she want that bastard back? It would also make a mess of Marge's life too.

After our last dance she said she was feeling a bit drunk and should go to her room. She was a bit unsteady on her feet so I helped her up to her room. We got off the elevator and I walked her to her room. I opened her door and as we entered her room I kissed her.

She looked up at me and said, "I shouldn't be doing this." She then kissed me back.

"We're just two divorced people who are in need of a little love and companionship. We're like two strangers passing in the night, never to see each other again."

I remember way back when Marge told me I was a better lover than Mark. Maybe she was just pulling my chain at the time but I was going to use it to my advantage. I decided that I wasn't going to just have sex with Carol but I was going to make love to her.

I kissed her passionately while unzipping her costume. I backed away a step and let it fall to the floor. She now had on a bra, panties and sexy nylons and a garter belt. She sat on the bed and I slowly removed her nylons rolling them down her legs. I kissed the top of each thigh as I expose it. I could feel her tremble.

Next I slipped off her garter belt then pressing my mouth against her panty covered pussy. She was already wet. "My God, what are you doing to me? Mark had only done it a couple of times to me and only if he was really drunk."

That made me feel pretty good. I had her lay back with her feet dangling over the side of the bed. I reached up and she raised up her ass so I could pull her panties off. Before she could say a word, I buried my face against her wet pussy.

She spread her legs wider and even raised them. I spread her pussy lips and began to tongue fuck her. It wasn't long before she grabbed my head and came against my face. She was making a lot of different sounds as I lapped away at her pussy.

I didn't stop there as I continued to flick her bud with my tongue. Her orgasm went on and on. My face was covered in her juices. I got up and asked her to get into the middle of the bed and kissed her again with my lips and tongue covered with her juices.

Her bra unclasped in front and I saw her tits for the first time. They weren't overly large but nice. I began to suck on her nipples going from one tit to the other till both nipples were hard as rocks.

"I've never had sex like this before," she told me. I leaned over and left sucker bites on both of her tits. Four on her tits and I dropped down and left two just above her bush. She was going wild and asked to suck my cock.

I moved up to her face and she put her hand around my cock and said, "I've only done this a few times. I'm not very good but I want to do this for you."

She stayed on her back and I pumped my hard cock into her mouth. She controlled how deep I went with her hand around it, even though her hand didn't go all the way around. I moved into a sixty-nine position and began abusing her pussy with my mouth again. That's when I put the sucker bites above her bush.

I got up and told her it was time to fuck her. She said, "You have to wear a condom. I told you I was in my fertile cycle right now."

"It's ok, I had a vasectomy ten years ago. I just shoot blanks now." It wasn't true but it at least put her mind at ease.

I lowered myself and rubbed the head of my cock against her clit at least a dozen times. She was breathing hard waiting for me to push my cock into her.

"Please fuck me! Don't tease me anymore; I want your cock in me."

I pushed my cock in to the hilt and she yelled out. "Oh fuck! I feel so full, I love it!"

I fucked her for a good fifteen minutes, holding her legs in the air and giving her the fuck of her life. She must have come at least two more times before I pushed my cock deep into her and came hard. I gave her every drop of cum I had in me.

I lay next to her as we were resting. I decided to keep finger fucking her while she talked. She said she has never had sex like that before in her life.

I asked her if she ever had anal sex and she told me only once and it hurt. I told her I would be gentle with her and only put the head of my cock in her ass. I wouldn't hurt her.

I went in the bathroom where they had a sample of lotion. I wanted KY jelly but most motels don't have samples of it. I let her lubricate my cock with the lotion. It didn't take her long to get my cock nice and hard.

She got on her hands and knees on the bed. I got behind her and rubbed the lotion all over her asshole and even pushed two fingers into her ass for more lubrication. I put my cock head against her asshole and just pushed about a half inch in and pulled it back.

I kept doing that and each time added a little more cock. At the same time I had my arm around her and was playing with her clit. She was getting into it and before long she was pushing her ass back to get more of my cock in her ass.

She had the head and a couple of inches in her ass. It was so damn tight that I know I wouldn't last long and neither did she. I pushed two fingers into her cunt and she yelled out, "I'm coming!"

I blew a second load of cum into her ass. She came at the same time and her juices were all over the sheets. I pulled my cock out of her ass and she turned over and I rubbed my cock off on her tits.

Within five minutes she was asleep. I got up and covered her with a blanket, got dressed and went to my own room. I often thought if I didn't know who she was or maybe had met her right after my divorce we could have had something. As it was it was a revenge fuck against her ex-husband and soon to be her husband again.

As I drove home the next day I wondered if I should tell Marge that her husband was cheating on her. I decided to hell with it. She had it coming since she did the same thing to me. Let her see how the shoe fits when it's on the other foot.

It wasn't until the week before Christmas that Mark had told her that he was leaving her and going back to his ex-wife. It was Gloria that told me that Carol was pregnant. Eventually when I found out how far gone she was I did a little figuring and realized it just might have been me who got her pregnant.

Chapter 5:

When I left off I mentioned that Marge and I would try dating again. The problem was I was still in love with her but I held my ground. I never stepped foot back in her house. When we got together we always made love at my place.

She never complained because it was one of the rules we set. I would pick her up at her house and she would come out and get in the car. Needless to say our daughters were ecstatic that we were back together again.

I did tell Marge that I wasn't ever going to discuss my sex life with her. Anyone I was with after we were divorced was my personal business. I told her that I didn't want to hear about her sex life either.

"Bullshit, Joe, the only man I was with was Mark and there isn't much to tell you anyway." I couldn't help but laugh and she punched me in the arm.

I told her I wouldn't lie to her and I would be monogamous. There was just some things or people I wouldn't tell her about. I felt bad keeping her sister Gloria a secret from her. I almost felt like I had cheated on her.

One day when she was talking about Gloria and Bill she told me she knew Bill had cheated on Gloria. When Gloria found out she decided she would get revenge and instead of getting a divorce she would cheat on him.

She told me it had been going on for years until about three years ago. Gloria had always told her about her one-night stands and all of a sudden she stopped talking about it.

"Joe, I want you to know that one day over two years ago Gloria broke down and told me she had sex with you. I was furious but I had no right to be. You didn't cheat on me, I'm the one who ruined our marriage.

"I asked Gloria not to tell you that I knew and after Valentine's Day I told her if she ever made love to you again I'd kill her. I said make love because I know you don't know how to have sex. If you're with a woman it's making love.

"Gloria did say I was right and that you were the best lover she has ever been with. She also told me I was a very foolish girl for ever giving you up. She and Bill had a talk last week and they are going to try and work things out. Bill will never know about you."

"I wanted to tell you about your sister but I promised her I wouldn't. I have to say it's a big weight of my chest that you know. I love you Marge and always have."

****

Being a truck driver is all I know, but being back dating Marge was working on me. I didn't want to leave her for weeks at a time anymore but she never complained. I decide to still drive my truck, but do mostly local driving where I wouldn't be gone for more than one day at a time.

When I told Marge she started crying and hugged me telling me she was so happy. I reminded her that I wasn't going to marry her again and she told me she didn't care as long as we could be together.

Marge's divorce was to be finalized and she asked me if I would accompany her to the lawyer's office. She mentioned that she heard that Mark was going to bring his pregnant ex and future wife to the divorce signing. I guess it was her way to throw it in Marge‘s face, saying she got Mark back.

I figured it would be rather interesting being in Marge's corner. When we arrived at the law office Mark was surprised to see me. I gave him a pretty dirty look. The person most surprised was Carol. She was so pregnant she looked like she could have the kid at any time. When she saw me she blurted out, "Allen! What are you doing here?" She looked like she saw a ghost.

Both Marge and Mark looked at me. "It's nice to see you again. You look quite different from the last time I saw you. My name is Joe. I go by Allen when I'm on the road. Marge is my ex-wife but we are dating again."

I looked over at Marge. "I met Carol at a party last year. I had no idea she was Mark's ex-wife. We never dated and she sure wasn't pregnant then."

I think I messed up the whole shock-and-awe for Mark and Carol. Carol looked at Mark and said, "We just danced a couple of dances. Honest, I didn't know who he was." Mark didn't look overly happy.

"So when is your baby due?" I asked.

"It's our babies and we're having twins. They are due next month," said Mark.

I told them congratulations and then looked over at Marge. "Honey, maybe we can go home and practice having another child."

Marge responded with, "You may have the strong sperm, but my age might be against us, but I'm willing to try if you are."

Carol looked like she had seen a ghost. She told Mark she wasn't feeling well and had to use the bathroom and left the room. I think she figured out that there was a possibility that Mark just might not be the biological father of her twins. I always did wonder how she got around Mark not seeing all the sucker bites I left on her.

We sat with the lawyer and the assets were divided. They had to split their assets fifty-fifty since they were married so long. Marge had to take a hit on the house since she and I owned the house for seven years before we divorced. She did get half of Mark's saving account so it would all come out in the wash.

Marge decided she would sell the house and auction off most of the furniture that she and Mark had bought. I told her she could move in with me if she wanted to. Needless to say she was happy about that.

She and Gloria took the things that Marge wanted out of the house along with her personal things. Mark had gotten his personal items a couple of days after he left to go back with his wife.

We rented a storage garage and put all the girls' stuff in it, so they could go through it when they had time. I sent two guys over from the truck garage to bring her things to my apartment. I gave them a case of beer for their trouble. I had to keep my word that I wouldn't step foot in the house. Marge just called me stubborn.

Marge got hold of the auction house and they set up the auction for the following month. She even auctioned off the house. After she got the check we went back to the lawyer and gave him Mark's half of the proceeds. We wanted nothing more to do with him or Carol.

We now live together in our apartment. Marge spent a lot of time giving it the woman's touch. It was much more of a home then just a place to sleep now. We couldn't be happier. We are together most every night. We spend a lot of that time making up for the time we lost. Some nights we like to sit and cuddle.

We aren't trying to make a baby but Marge doesn't use birth control anymore either. She did while she was married to Mark. We figure if she gets pregnant, then it will be God's will.

The girls come home from college at least every other week, sometime more often. We have their twin beds set up in the spare room. Little by little they are sorting out their things in the storage garage. They're just happy to see me and their mother happy and together even if we aren't married.

One night Marge did ask me when was the party that I met Carol at. I didn't lie to her. I just told her it was a Halloween party held in Indiana. She never asked me anymore about it.

I never thought we would ever be back together after our divorce. Time has a way of changing things. We are both older and much wiser. I asked her if she wanted to go back to Las Vegas for their Valentine's Day party next year.

Her answer was "No! I have all I want right here." Then she kissed me.

Thank you for reading my story Comments are welcome and appreciated. DG Hear