Hello Gorgeous

by Sherry J. Cook

  As my mouth approached his cock I smelled the odor of sex. Strange, I thought why would he been smelling of sex and here to have sex with me. So my thoughts, drunken though they were, wandered again, was he just a player, or could he possibly have had sex with a wife, a girlfriend, and now wanted sex with me? Connery was something else! I was just drunk enough to not care if his dick had been inside some other woman prior to coming to my house so I leaned down and suckled his hard dick with all my being and thought nothing more about the scent of some other woman’s sex on his cock in my mouth.

  We played like this for a while and then I lied down on the bed and he took me in his mouth. I was in the state of delirium almost drunk with wine and drunk with him having come to me in the middle of the night to be with me to make love to me. What more could I have wanted at the moment. Connery was my geographically convenient living sex toy that was for sure! Eventually we fucked with a precision and determination like no other time before. I climaxed repeatedly as he always made me do. He had a knack for making that happen often, unlike anyone else I had been with except Franklin.

  After sex we lied there together dozing off and on and I ask him to stay the night. He had mumbled something that I didn’t understand and I passed it off as just what it was a mumble. I ask again and he said he couldn’t stay till morning because he would have to be there when his mother woke up because she would wander off. That was hard for me to understand but I was happy that he had been able to come to me, and cum! He did stay much longer than the lunch sex and after work sex encounters we were so accustomed to having, which was a milestone for he had never come over in the night time, never stayed with me like this, never drank with me, never not once, so this again made me realize he couldn’t have had a wife at home for what wife would have had sex with her husband and then let him leave the house at two a.m. and stay gone until the wee hours of the morning and never questioned his were about. No woman in her right mind would have ever allowed this to happen so for now I was convinced he was single for the moment.

  Finally he rose up after dozing for a short time and said he needed to leave. I didn’t question him or ask him to stay again, but rejoiced in the fact that he had come over and made me a very happy woman. I had not been alone on the first holiday after my divorce, but had spent a least a small portion of it now with Connery having awesome sex and indulging myself in wine. How and what would I think tomorrow?

  I walked Connery to the front door and there he slipped back on his clothes with the door wide open for anyone to see if they looked, not caring that if they did they would only see two people naked in the moonlight kissing goodbye for the night and going on about their separate ways. He dressed and left in the twinkling of an eye.

  Morning came and after I got over the headache and the unsurpassable thought that Connery had just been there, the thought of the scent of sex being on him upon his arrival to my house just hours earlier, made me think twice about where could that have come from? I was baffled again of his mysteriousness and couldn’t seem to shake the feeling again of there being someone who had him by the apron strings, someone he was committed to but had no problems cheating on the side as well. How ignorant could this woman be, to not know that her man was seeing another woman, possibly more than one? I couldn’t imagine being her.

  Chapter 17

  Monday had come and gone. It had been exciting, depressing, sad, lonesome, fulfilling and comforting all in one. I had survived the first holiday without William and had a surprising unexpected time with Connery. What would September bring me? I could hardly wait to see what the future was holding in store for me.

  William had called and said he needed to come by and see me; it was a little unusual that he would be demanding a visit in the middle of a holiday week I thought. Had I been wrong about him being at the lake? Obliviously he was here if he wanted to come by. So I agreed to see him not really wanting to, especially when he told me Clark would be coming with him when he came. Clark was Williams lover the one I had caught him with, I wasn’t wanting to ever see his face again as long as I lived but I realized that would never happen, if I was to do the best that I could to keep some kind of semblance of caring in our family for the children and our grandson.

  It would be difficult for me to see the two of them together, here in what was our house, now mine, but I would have to make the best of it. I was strong and knew I could survive this if I really wanted to.

  So William and Clark arrived later in the afternoon on Tuesday the first Tuesday in September 2010. They hadn’t knocked or announced their arrival but had just come on in as if nothing had ever changed in our lives, as if we were still husband and wife, and Clark just one of our gay friends. I had been in the bedroom putting away clothes and they just came on in, made their selves at home, chitchatting about nothing.

  When I was done and about to exit the bedroom, William mentioned something about an object there he saw on the dresser and started a peculiar conversation, like he was wasting time, then Clark appeared in the door way as well. Little did I know, what the next few minutes would hold for me, not in my innermost imagination would I have ever thought what was about to happen happened and that William, the man I had loved and still loved, would stand by and watch this horrible ordeal evolve before his very eyes.

  Chapter 18

  William and I had been friends with many people in the gay community, I had never been insensitive, or belittling towards any of them, but I had also never expected my husband to be gay. Some of these friends were men he had been seeing, and one in particular we had been friendlier with than others, for some reason, but we had connected with him. We later found out that he too was married had children but had come out of the closet somewhere within the last few years and his wife and accepted him and let him live the life he wanted but had chosen to stay married to him for financial reasons.

  This man, Clark Wilson had his sights set on William from the beginning I would realize this too late, after it was all said and done. If I had known this in the beginning I would have broken off the friendship as fast as a speeding bullet, but I hadn’t. Clark, the friend, had been on the prowl trying man after man in search of finding a gay lover that had money someone he could take as his own and live off his lovers income and someone to feel a void in his life and support him in his career as a drag queen. William would end up being the one! But in the meantime, William, Clark and I played, played the games of the open life style. Even though I never had intercourse with Clark, thank goodness, there were many things we did together, the three of us that I have regretted since and would regret throughout eternity. The past was past, the damage was done.

  Clark and William eventually moved in together, as a gay couple, leaving me to fend for myself. I soon found out Clark had fed William many lies and had focused his aim on me, to hurt me in ways I had never been hurt before. Shortly after we agreed to separate and I had finally realized this gay three way life style was nowhere near what I wanted for my life, and I’d be damned if I was going to live the rest of my life like that. I was angry now, hurt beyond words, and didn’t care what William was doing or with who for that matter, he would have to deal with his decisions in the end as would I, but I knew I wanted out and out I was getting, but not before Clark made sure I was damaged goods.

  So here they were together, again this time as a couple, William and Clark to see me at the Galveston house, for what reason I was not quite sure, but I had agreed that they could stop by.

  This day an event would take place that would be the one thing I would never be able to forgive William for, throughout the rest of my life. He would pay for his actions throughout eternity.

  On this visit he and Clark, had set up with another man, a man whom had been in our home once before during the time we were together and trying to make the marriage work. He was to wait for the instructions of what they wanted him to do. In these instructi
ons he’d been told to meet them at the Galveston house about the same time that Clark and William would be arriving. Later I would find out that he had been instructed to wait outside and they would call for him when ready, to make his entrance into the house and things would go from there.

  I had just walked across the bedroom when William and his lover came in, we had a few unpleasant words, and I went on about the things I was doing there in the bedroom. While William was talking to me about something there on the dresser, I could tell he was upset, angry but I wasn’t interested in knowing why and wasn’t paying him much attention and this exasperated him he demanded my attention. I turned to look him in the eye and at that very moment Clark and now another man, Ricky was his name, approached the bedroom door. Ricky moved forward in front of Clark and even William, he entered the room and William and Clark stepped back a few steps. I still wasn’t paying much attention, just thinking what was this Ricky guy doing here, was he gay as well? He had been with a girlfriend, when we had met the first and only time we had ever seen each other. Ricky just stood there momentarily.

  William began to raise his voice telling me he and Clark had brought me a gift, a surprise, something they knew I desperately needed and it was Ricky! They had brought him to rape me, but in their minds they had brought Ricky to have sex with me. They both remembered too well the last time I had sex, as far as they were aware of, for it had been a while. They both had been there on that last time, for William and I were in the mist of sex when Clark walked in on us, as he had been allowed to do per William, no matter how I felt, and had climbed up on the bed and was behind William at the time, telling me not to worry all he was doing was putting pressure on William’s backside, helping him push deeper inside me, but in reality, just at the moment he had completed saying those very words, William had a dreadful, painful expression come across his face and I knew that Clark had inserted himself into Williams ass, even while William was still inside me. He had not climaxed yet but with this event, I shoved William off of me and he never completed the act, and this would be the last time William and I would ever have sex together for the rest of our lives as far as I was concerned, and to know that Clark had been a part of that would add to the horrifying memory of sex with the man I had loved for so many years, nothing would ever be able to remove that feeling that moment in time for me, ever!

  And, now here William standing in the bedroom door way was now making jokes of how much I loved sex and probably had missed it so much and probably was too big of a chicken to just go out and fuck just anyone so they had brought Ricky there to supply and meet my need. William and Clark blocked the doorway with their bodies as I fought to free myself from the bedroom. Ricky was undressed, standing naked; pulling me with his strong muscular arms towards the bed, I screamed out no please don’t do this to me, please! Please, NO!

  I was fighting a losing battle my body was weak and I had nothing to fight with to free myself from the three men. Ricky threw me onto the bed and ripped my clothes off of my body and fucked me using his, huge muscular arms to pen me down, all while William and Clark still standing at the door, enjoying every moment of this torture as they watched with grins and snickering as I succumbed to this man’s attack on my body as well as my soul, my very being was being mutilated by this man, but more so, the fact that William standing there taking sport and delight in the fact that I was being forcefully raped at his command no less, made me oblivious to the painful act that was taking place inside my body, who was William now? How could he allow this to happen?

  As I lie there, my mind not knowing where to place my thoughts, I wondered had I allowed this to happen, I hadn’t fought hard enough, I was actually being raped and my X husband was standing there watching, not helping me not protecting me as a husband would, but in fact he was the instigator of the entire set up and just stood there and watched while some strange man sexually ravaged me in what used to be our bed.

  Before Ricky was finished with me, William and Clark left the house, they had accomplished what they had set out to accomplish and there was no need for them to be there any longer. I had given in and they had just left me there, not knowing what else this man would do with me. Once Ricky had finally cum, he rammed his swollen cock in my mouth and forced me to have oral sex with him, I was crying, begging him to please just leave he had gotten what he came for and there was no need to pursue oral sex, but he didn’t go until he was done with me. He left without a word, never looking back, never wondering what I might do if he turned his back on me, for all he knew I might have a hand gun in the side table, a knife, but I hadn’t and he wasn’t afraid of something that he was pretty sure wouldn’t take place. He left and I lie there sobbing, wondering why this had happened and why William had allowed it, it had to be Clark and at this point I realized William, really and finally was not mine anymore, if he had ever been.

  I had completely lost him to the world, a world that he had embraced behind my back, a world that had given him the things that he had so desired and had kept hidden all those many years. It was over, my life had changed. I would move on from here to a better place. Let him go! Just let him go, is all I kept telling myself. Let him go!

  Chapter 19

  During the time between the rape, the separation, the divorce, and the time William and I tried to make things work, and obviously they hadn’t, I had decided to try the dating sites and see what it was like to date, and with this decision many things in my life changed drastically but it got me away from the likes of Clark and William and took me to a place of real men, real sex, and a deception I had heard about but never had experienced it for myself.

  Now after meeting Connery with his mysterious ways, I once again thought of the deception men used on women, the lies they told, the games they played. All I had wanted was to find a man to love and someone to love me back but Connery wasn’t that man. I knew it already even from the beginning when he deceived me with the picture on the dating site that wasn’t a real picture of him but of some unknown man, a man that I had fallen for, had a strong desire to meet, to be with only wanting to hope that one day I might have a man like Connery as my own, to take the place of William, but it didn’t look like it would ever happen.

  There had been Michael, the photographer, Franklin, the law enforcer, Jimmy, the wood floor owner, Presley, the Robert Redford look alike, so many men. Some deserving of a good woman I imagined but I wasn’t ready to stop with these first few. I would continue on dating until there were at least thirty before meeting Connery.

  Michael and Franklin both, I saw often, especially Franklin. Michael had started dating Lisa, another woman he met on the dating site and he was falling for her, but in time she would be the one that would deceive him. Amidst the sex, and meeting men on the dating site deception was always the one thing that amazed me the most. Everyone was playing a game of some sort. No one seemed to care about anything except deceiving the other one way or the other.

  The deception of men and women was so incomprehensible at times. How and why, would a person choose to be someone they weren’t, unless they had something to hide? Most of them did have something to hide, and from what I had seen it was generally a husband or a wife. Waiting at home, not knowing the infidelity of their spouse and the dating site games they played to obtain sex from others.

  September was fading fast, Michael was involved with Lisa full time, and Franklin who I so would have enjoyed seeing a lot more was working everyday he could, and just didn’t have the time to make it down to see me as much as I would have liked, so I started dating more again. I met Adam on the Fishing for Love date site, the same site I had met Connery on. He was an engineer with the local space group and had only been married once; he loved his dogs and treated them as if they were his children, not a bad habit in reality. He lived about an hour drive from me but had nothing else to do on the weekends except dog shows which he attended frequently with the kennel club
where he had purchased his beloved pets and where he kenneled them when he left town. The owner had been a young Asian woman that he had spoken of often in a friendly sort of way and blatantly noted during one conversation that he would never have anything sexual to do with her because she was a real pain in the ass! What that meant I had no idea at the moment.

  Adam was as far from the look of a man that I liked as the North Pole was from the South, but he had money and enjoyed going out, a change of pace for me vs. just meeting to have sex.

  Adam was nice, but shy and timid in a sweet way. He was smaller in statue than any of the other men I had dated by this time. His face was always clean shaven and irritated me every time we were together. The one reason I preferred men with beards over those without.

  Our first date together we had planned on eating at the Italian Restaurant on the Strand and then maybe, going for drinks at a bar that over looked the water. And if I played my cards right we might make it back to my house afterwards to see how good he was at sex if he was lucky.

  Adam was not extremely handsome in fact he was nothing at all like what I had been used to or had even desired to be with but he was innocent and this presented somewhat of a challenge to me. A seemingly innocent man in today’s society was not something a woman came across very often anymore as far as I had seen. So it was invigorating to be with him, a pleasant change.