"Jack can we go to the Dairy Queen, I want a strawberry sundae."He laughed, "Sure doll, do you want pickles with it?"She grinned and replied, "Only if they're dill pickles."Jack rolled his eyes, and made a funny face, which caused them to burst out laughing.He pulled into the parking lot for some ice cream. Jack got out, walked up to the window, and ordered two strawberry sundaes. He then walked back to the car and offered Natasha hers first.She thanked him for the sugary delight and wondered, if he would put weight on during the pregnancy.Following that they went home. Once inside the place, Jack pulled Natasha into his arms. While kissing her tenderly, his right hand caressed her tummy.He smiled and confessed, "I'm giving our baby some love. I bet she likes it."Natasha grinned mischievously and chirped, "Bet he does."He then asked her a serious question, "I know you don't care at all for your mother. However, do you think you ought to tell her about the baby?"Natasha's eye
Her eyes lit up and she squealed, "Ooooh that sounds like a great idea. Let me go put on my swimsuit, I might need your help though."Jack replied, "Let me change first baby, then I will help you, okay?"They went into the bedroom, changed, grabbed their robes and then walked out to the pool.Natasha told Jack she wanted to sit in the lounge chair for awhile. So he helped her, then walked over and sat down on the edge of the pool.As the cool water tickled his feet, Jack ogled her body noticing the changes. Natasha's face glowed with happiness. As his eyes traveled downward, she looked voluptuous, with her larger breast and expanded tummy.Nowadays, she was always horny. He licked his lips hungrily as his cock swelled. Jack wondered if Natasha would like to have sex in the pool.Natasha saw Jack ogling her and wondered what he was thinking about, until she noticed the bulge in his trunks.She got up and waddled over to where he was. She put her hands on her hip, batted her eyes, and a
She was drop dead gorgeous and I wanted her. I lusted for her. I might even go so far as to say I would kill for her. Five feet five, one twenty, 36x22x35, hazel eyes and flaming red hair. When she was around I could not take my eyes off of her. She knew what she had and she knew that every man in the building wanted her.Her name was Constance Frederick and she was a secretary where I work. Under other (and better) circumstances I would have immediately made a move on her, but I couldn’t. As much as I wanted her I had to behave myself. The lady was married and I couldn’t, wouldn’t, make a move on another man’s woman. It wasn’t a matter of morals, ethics or any of that kind of stuff; it was the simple fact that I could never do to another man what was done to me. It had hurt and three years later it still hurt.Doesn’t make a whole lot of sense does it? On the one hand I say I’d kill for her and on the other I say I would never move on another man’s woman. I don’t need to make sense.
Being your typical naïve teenager I assumed that Amber and I were forever so it took me by surprise when one night she told me that she wanted to date other guys.“You will still be my main man Bobby; I just want to occasionally see someone else.”I looked at her as all kinds of thoughts ran through my head. Finally I got it together.“I don’t own you Amber so I can’t tell you what you can and can’t do. You want to date others? Go ahead. Lord knows I won’t be in the way. Goodbye Amber.”I got up and walked away from her. Her father came in to where I worked the next day and started to give me a ration of shit over leaving ‘his poor baby’ stranded.“I had to get out of bed and go pick her up.”“Maybe next time she will be smart enough to breakup with her boyfriend when he takes her home at the end of the date instead of in the middle of it.”That shut him up and he left the store.Hurt? It damned near killed me. The love of my life turning her back on me! She called me several times ov
I was to the point of asking her if she would like to make the relationship permanent when she told me she couldn’t see me anymore. Kenny’s relationship with his ‘soulmate’ had cratered and he was back begging Bev to forgive him and give him another chance and the stupid cunt went and did it. He ended up cheating on her again and during the third week of our sophomore year Bev attempted to get back with me, but I wasn’t going to go there.It was a week after Bev tried to come back and I was sitting in the Student Union Cafeteria drinking coffee and going over some class notes when someone took the seat across from me. I looked up and saw Amber sitting there.“You over your snit yet? Done wasting your time on all those other girls? We are supposed to be together Bobby and you know it. You knew it the night of that football game. We clicked and it was obvious to everyone. Okay; I did do something stupid. You going to tell me that you never did anything really dumb or stupid and didn’t r
“Please Bobby; don’t make it any harder than it has to be.”“Is he better in bed than me? Got a bigger dick? His tongue maybe a foot long?”“He isn’t any better, only different, but it isn’t about sex. It is a matter of our souls being in tune with each other.”“So how many times have you come home to me and let me fuck pussy that had just been used by him?”“Only a couple of times Bobby, but again, it wasn’t about sex.”“So how do you see this happening?”“I’ve seen a lawyer and he is drawing up papers for a divorce based on irreconcilable differences. A straight fifty-fifty asset split and I’m not asking for alimony.”Just then the doorbell rang and Amber said “I think that’s for you.”I went to the door and opened it to find a man I didn’t know standing there. “Robert Dawson” he asked I said yes. He handed me an envelope and said “You have been served.”I walked back to the table and threw the envelope down on it as I said “You sure aren’t letting any grass grow under your feet are
Was I curious as to what she wanted to say? Of course I was; just not curious enough.Chuck called me the next day and told me that the papers were ready to serve and asked me how I wanted to handle it. We set it up to serve the papers on Amber and Lattis at work the next day. I was counter suing Amber for divorce on the grounds of adultery and suing Lattis for alienation of affections. After the two of them had been served in front of as many of her co-workers as possible the process server would serve a company official with papers.Somehow Chuck had gotten a copy of the company’s policy and procedures manual and it did have morals clauses in it. There was one strongly worded section on relationships between supervisors and those they supervised so the company was being sued for not enforcing their own policies and thereby being a party to the breakup of my marriage.The next day when I got to work I told Maxine to expect a call from Amber sometime after two which was the time the p
When the dust settled and after Chuck took his cut I had eighty-nine thousand more in my bank account and an ex-wife.Are Amber and Lattis still together? Don’t know, don’t care, but I doubt it. Six months after the divorce was final I received a phone call from Amber.“Bobby? I made a big mistake honey. I miss you. Can we get together and talk about it?”“No we can’t Amber. How many times do I have to tell you that I never want to see you or hear your voice again.”And I hung up on her.So, back to she of the hazel eyes and flaming red hair.We were at Antonio’s, a lounge close to where we work, and we stopped there every Wednesday night after work for a drink or two to unwind and bad mouth management and their latest stupid maneuver. There was a juke box and a dance floor (Antonio’s had a live band Thursday through Saturday) and someone was always dropping quarters in the juke box.The girls I worked with liked to dance so they were always pulling guys off their seats and out onto t