Incest/Taboo I'll Follow the Sun

The one thing that surprised him was the number of widows, divorcees, and otherwise unmarried women that populated his condo complex. Without exception, they seemed to enjoy his company. Once it became known that he was a handy with tools, he was constantly in demand. It didn't bother him since the ladies always baked something for him to take home, or gave him a home cooked meal, or left a bottle of wine or a six pack of beer by his door.

It was a few days before Christmas and Helen had been pressuring him to make the commitment to drive home for the holiday. Jim had just finished repairing Mrs. Struther's closet door when he turned around to find her standing naked by the bed!

"I'd like to repay you for your kindness, Jim," smiled the middle aged widow. "I don't have a lot of extra cash, but I do have a lot of pent up desire and needs. Will you make love to me?"

Jim was torn. He had never been unfaithful. In fact, he had only had sex with one woman in his life. Susan Struthers had large firm breasts and great legs that went all of the way up. She was a very desirable woman, and not just for her age.

"Susan, I've got to settle some things in my marriage. I'll have a better idea of where I stand after Christmas. I've never cheated on my wife, but she may not be my wife much longer. In any case, I'll either ask you if the offer still stands after the holiday, or reconcile with my wife. I have to admit that the chances of reconciling are slim at this point."

"I understand," nodded the widow as she pulled a robe over her shoulders. "The dumb bitch didn't appreciate what a gem she had and cheated on you, didn't she? I'll still be here and the offer will still stand after the holidays. You know that I'm not the only lady here that has needs that aren't being met, don't you?

"All of the girls like you. You're always a gentleman, always gracious and willing to help, and we all know we can trust you. If you decide your marriage is finished, you'll find a lot of ladies willing to console you," predicted Susan Struthers.

Jim called Helen and told her that he'd try to be home Christmas Eve. He was surprised at how happy that seemed to make her. He realized that he missed Helen and Emily and he owed it to them, as well as himself, to settle the issue one way or the other. With that in mind, he started driving north three days before Christmas.

He drove over half way the first day so he'd some time to shop on the second day and still get home the evening before Christmas Eve. He was even willing to visit his parents for dinner on Christmas Eve. If they were too miserable, he'd simply leave.

It was nine o'clock when he pulled onto his street to find numerous cars in his driveway and parked on the street. Jim recognized several of them. It appeared that Helen was having her usual informal holiday party for her friends at Home Depot.

As he approached his front door, he was able to see into the kitchen. There, big as life, was the fucking asshole, Frank. Not wanting to have anything to do with him and screw up the festive mood, Jim went around back and opened the Bilko door that led to the basement. It was mostly unfinished and he'd be able to hang out there until the party was over and Frank was gone.

He dozed on the old sofa he had dragged down a few years prior. He woke up almost two hours after he had fallen asleep. He listened but didn't hear much noise coming from upstairs. He went back outside and looked around. Only one strange car remained. Jim wondered to whom it belonged as he again made his way to the front door.

Once again, he looked into the kitchen, but this time Helen was with Frank. He was squeezing her left breast as he kissed her! Jim immediately felt all of the old rage come back. He stopped himself from barging in and attacking Frank. He had gotten away with it once, but it was unlikely he would again.

He decided to sneak upstairs and wait to catch the two lovers in the act. Then he'd take some pictures with his phone and tell the slut to go to hell and head back to Florida.

It seemed like a good plan, but it wasn't to be. Jim had no trouble getting into the house and moving up the stairs undetected. He slipped into the guest room and waited with the lights off and the door cracked open slightly. About twenty minutes later Helen came up the stairs and went into the master bedroom. Jim heard the shower turn on and that pissed him off. The bitch was going to take a shower and get all squeaky clean for her lover.

Frank was still moving around downstairs when Jim had an inspiration. He stepped into the hallway and unplugged the nightlight before returning to the guest room. As Frank was about a third of the way up the stairs, Jim reached out and turned off the hall light. He knew from experience that it would be extremely dark on the second story, but he would be able to see the silhouette of anyone climbing the stairs by the dim light from the street.

Frank mumbled something when the lights went off, but kept moving up the stairs. Jim stepped from the bedroom and stood at the top of the stairs watching Frank come toward him. When Frank had just three steps to go, Jim lashed out with his right foot. He felt his heel connect with Frank's jaw. The man went over backward so fast Jim was amazed.

With the dim light, he was able to see Frank skidding down the stairs like a bobsled on a straight away. He hit the bottom of the stairs and his momentum carried him out into the center of the living room. Once there, he remained completely still!

Jim could hear the shower running so he knew that Helen had not heard the various sounds a man makes when he bounces down the stairs head first. Jim was once again thinking as the rage he had been experiencing began to dissipate. If Frank died, he'd be in really deep shit!"

Frank moved quickly down the stairs, stepped over Frank's prone body, and left the house. Two hours later, he was over a hundred miles away and determined to add a lot more miles before he stopped.

It was almost dawn when he finally pulled into a cheap motel and paid cash for a room. He slept four hours and once again headed his truck south. As he drove, he considered his situation. He had assaulted a man. It could be a very serious situation, depending on whether Frank survived or not.

How had things come to this? Jim realized that he needed to stay away from Frank and Helen, or he's wind up in prison for mur*er. They just weren't worth it. He also admitted to himself that he felt lonely and lost without Helen. Up until recently, she and Emily had been the center of his universe. They had betrayed him and he needed to move on.

At noon his cell rang. It was his parents' number, so he let it go to voicemail. He had no stomach for explaining to his mother why he wouldn't be at dinner on Christmas Eve, or why he had assaulted Frank yet again.

Half an hour later he worked up the nerve to listen to the message. "Jim, this is your father. Call us when you get this. All hell has broken out at your house. Helen and Emily are fine, but things have happened that you need to know about."

"Hello, Dad. I just got your message. What's up," asked Jim when his father answered the phone.

"There's no easy way to tell you this, Son. That damn Frank guy was at your house again last night. It was kind of late and he fell down the stairs and got hurt pretty bad. He has a broken jaw, a broken arm, some cracked and broken ribs, plus another concussion.

"His wife went ballistic when she found out he was at your house. He had given her the impression that he was working late on year-end inventory at Home Depot. She got to your place before the medics had him loaded into the ambulance. I guess she slapped Helen and called her every name in the book. She even tried to dump her husband off the gurney, but the police stopped her. To say she was upset is an understatement.

"That all leads us back to Thanksgiving when you laid the prick out. We were upset with your apparent violent attack on a guy simply because he wore a Cowboy shirt. Now that we have a little clearer picture of what's going on, your mother and I want to apologize to you. We should have known you wouldn't do something like that without good reason. We're proud of you son. You showed more restraint that I would have."

"Thanks, Dad. How's Emily? Was she home for all of this?" asked Jim.

"That's another problem. Your mother and I had a pretty serious discussion with her this morning. She was staying with a friend last night, but she admitted today that she knew Helen was spreading her legs for that asshole. Your mother chewed her a new one. In Emily's defense, she said she knew you'd dump Helen's cheating ass and she wanted the family to stay together until she graduated. She was going to tell you then. Needless to say, we were pretty disappointed and I can't imagine how you feel. Your mother told her that she had betrayed you every bit as much as Helen had. There were a lot of tears, but we all hugged at the end."

"Thanks for the support and for setting Emily straight," replied Jim.

"Son, where are you really? I know you said you were transferred, but now that I know the problems you had, I wonder if you didn't just move into a motel or rent a room here in town. Even as angry as you were, moving to Michigan in December is pretty drastic."

"The company bought out a smaller one in Daytona Beach. I was promoted and relocated down here. They gave me a big raise and a small condo. I'm the maintenance supervisor," bragged Jim to his father.

"Florida? No shit! That's great. Would you mind if your mother and I visited you in February? We'll have enough of winter by then."

"Any time, Dad. You're always welcome. Please don't tell Helen where I am. I don't feel like putting up with her shit right now."

"I hear you, Jim. It's unlikely that we'll be speaking to her about anything. I would suggest that you talk to Emily. She's feeling pretty low about this whole mess. She thinks you must have known Helen was cheating because you've been so cold to both of them. Did you know that Emily knew about it?"

"I have to go, Dad. We'll discuss all of this later, when the dust settles. Thanks for understanding, and for helping Emily. I love you both," stated Jim as he ended the call.

He arrived back at his condo at dusk on Christmas Eve. It was going to be Jim's first Christmas alone and he was feeling depressed. He turned on the TV, opened a beer and sat down on the couch to vegetate. He was still brooding when his doorbell rang.

"I saw your lights on, so I came over to wish you a Merry Christmas," greeted Susan Struthers. "It isn't good to be alone on Christmas, for either of us. The fact that you're back tells me you didn't reconcile with your wife."

"That's a safe assumption," admitted Jim. "Her boyfriend was going to camp out in my bed. I hate crowds, unless it's a couple of women, of course."

"How about one woman? I might crowd you a little, but I don't think you'll mind it at all," added Susan suggestively.

Jim mulled her offer over for a split second before accepting. "I'd like that a lot. I have to warn you it's been a while for me and I must not be very good at it or my wife wouldn't have gone looking for strange cock."

"I really doubt you were the problem. When a man is as gracious, unselfish, and kind as you are in everyday life, it's a pretty good bet that he'll be wonderful in the bedroom," replied Susan. "Let's get the first one out of the way so we can really enjoy the next one. Do you have condoms?"

"No, I haven't used one in twenty years," answered Jim as he realized he had a lot to learn about dating again.

"Your partners will appreciate that you have them. It's the healthy, considerate thing. There's a lot of STD's and even AIDS being passed around by people our age and much older, thanks to that blue pill. Plus your wife has been playing around, so who knows what she may have given you. We'll use condoms that I brought but I won't be doing any oral on you until you get tested. Is that fair enough?" asked Susan.

It was, and Jim had a great Christmas Eve. After tossing the third spent condom into the trash, Jim considered how once again his life had taken a full 180 in a very short time. He could still perform, and from the way Susan raved, he could do it quite well! His anger at Helen and Emily began to fade as he replaced it with happy memories that improved his self esteem.

He still felt the hurt, as well as the void their actions had created in his life, but he was finally coming to grips with it. People did bad things, even good people and even to the ones they loved. Susan helped convince him that life was indeed worth living.

She slipped out his door while it was still dark on Christmas morning to avoid condo gossip, but agreed to meet at the heated swimming pool later Christmas Day. That evening, Jim enjoyed a home cooked meal and another round of love making with Susan. He returned to his unit by nine PM, again to avoid creating gossip. There was little doubt that more than a few eyes had seen him enter and leave Susan's condo.

Jim's phone rang a few minutes after he returned home. "Dad? You didn't make it home for Christmas, but I don't blame you. Mom's a mess and I feel like crap, too. I'm so sorry about what we did to you. I knew better but I was selfish. I wanted you guys to stay together until I graduated."

"It's all water under the bridge," responded Jim. "I won't lie. You both hurt me a lot. I never guessed that your mother was so unhappy with me. I never dreamed that you'd go along with it and even help her keep it from me. I'm trying to get past it, but it isn't easy."

"That's the weird part. Mom isn't unhappy with you. She told me that you were a good husband, father, and lover. She just wanted to try something different and she regrets the hell out of that idea now. Did you know about Frank and Mom on Thanksgiving when Mom invited him to the house?"

"Yes. I should apologize for losing control like I did, but the damn guy was rubbing my nose in it. He had a Cowboy jersey on, but it might as well have had 'I screwed your wife' on it rather than 'Romo'. I just snapped at the level of disrespect both he and your mother showed me."

"I understand totally. I was glad you decked him. I saw that stupid grin he gave you and I knew he was gloating. Mom insisted it was because of the Cowboy shirt, but that's never bothered you before. Did you skip my last two matches because you were upset with me?"

"Yeah, I guess I did. I'm sorry about that, but when Frank said he'd be there cheering for you, I knew I couldn't go. I'd be in jail right now if I had," predicted Jim.

"You heard Frank? You were there when I dropped off the spare tire? You were the one that cut the valve stem weren't you? You wanted to see if Mom would call you for help, so you could make her confess. Instead, I got in the middle of it! I'm so sorry, Dad. I really was selfish and stupid and I'm paying for it now."

"Don't beat yourself up over it. I should have just confronted your mother on the spot, but I'm finding that I have anger issues. I probably would have put them both in the hospital."

"I doubt that, Dad," responded Emily. "You just aren't the kind of guy to hurt a woman, especially your wife. Frank is a whole different story. Gramps told you that Frank fell down our stairs the other night. He's pretty screwed up, but he's expected to make a full recovery, although it'll take a while.

"Guess what I found in the basement. It was the new laptop you must have left for me over Thanksgiving. That was thinking ahead. Thanks so much. I'll use it a lot, especially when I go to college next year," promised Emily.

"Glad you liked it," responded Jim as he realized that he had forgotten the gifts he placed on the sofa in the basement. "Did you find the one for your mother, too?"

"She cried like a baby when she saw the pearls. That was a nice gift, and it really made her feel even lousier for the way she treated you. It's funny I didn't see those gifts a few days before Christmas when I was in the basement looking for more tree lights. Thanks for being such a good father for so many years. I'm just starting to appreciate you like I should," confessed Emily with a slight sob.

"Don't feel bad. I thought my folks were dumber than a box of rocks when I was your age. They sure learned a lot in the next few years," chuckled Jim. "I just want you to be happy and have a great life. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."

"I love you, Dad. I might even find a way to get to Michigan to visit you this winter," suggested Emily.

"Em, I didn't exactly tell the whole truth about my transfer. The company bought out a smaller one in Daytona Beach. That's where I'm living now. If you'd like to visit me, I have a spare bedroom. There's a pool just outside my door and the ocean is a couple of blocks away."

"Are you kidding me? If Mom and I had known that, we'd have gone down with you! Oh, I guess you didn't really want us, did you? We didn't deserve to be with you after all of the hurt we caused. I don't blame you for not telling us. We lied to you every day, so you were entitled to not tell the whole truth at least once. This will really put Mom over the edge."

"You don't have to tell her, although it's no secret any longer. I'll email her my address so we can work out the divorce through the mails and I won't have to drive back up there," reasoned Jim.

"I was afraid to ask about that. You're going to divorce Mom? I understand it and don't blame you at all. I warned her you would when she was seeing that clown, but she believed that you'd never find out. I just wish things had turned out differently. Good night, Dad. I think I'll try to get down to visit. You haven't seen me in a bikini lately. I'm starting to fill out pretty nicely."

"Oh great! Now I have to go out and buy a shotgun," joked Jim. "Good night and Merry Christmas."

Emily had just put her phone back in her pocket when her mother walked into the room. "Did I understand that your father isn't really in Michigan? Then where is he and why did he lie to us?"

"He's at his company's newly purchased plant in Daytona Beach," replied Emily. "He didn't lie to us. He said he was being transferred to a different plant and he was. We didn't know they had one in Daytona, so we assumed it was the one in Michigan. He didn't tell us because he was there when you called me to bring the spare tire to the motel. He heard the whole conversation and he knew you were in a cheap room getting your brains screwed out by Frank. He didn't feel like he owed us any consideration at all."

"Why didn't he say something then? Was he afraid of Frank?" quizzed Helen.

"Afraid of Frank? What the hell is wrong with you?" demanded Emily. "He mopped the floor with Frank's ass. Frank's no match for Dad in a fight, or in raising a family. You keep trying to find fault or a weakness with him so you can justify the unforgiveable. I'd strongly recommend that you don't treat your next husband like you have Dad."

"Next husband? What did your father say to you?" asked a worried Helen.

"It's hard to believe, but he's had enough of your cheating and lying. He feels divorce is the next step. I told you that he would when he found out."

"I don't want a divorce. I don't love Frank. I hardly even like him. None of this would've happened if he hadn't fallen down those stairs!" whined Helen.

"Have you not been listening? You were doomed the day I delivered your spare tire to the motel. Dad was there and saw and heard everything. He knows how we disrespected him. He knows you lied, he knows you cheated, and he knew it when he punched Frank out on Thanksgiving. You were a 'divorced woman walking' by that time. This mess isn't Frank's fault. It's yours. He made his own mess. Maybe you two can hook up now that his wife is divorcing him," suggested Emily.

"I don't want that jackass! I want Jim back," sobbed Helen.

The next day was even worse for Helen. Emily called her father to explain the new problem. "Mom got a letter from the state health department. Her boyfriend had blood work done while he's in the hospital and he's got an STD. Mom has to get checked, as well as tell them everyone she's had sex with. You're on her list, although I'm not sure how far down it you are. You'll be getting a letter pretty soon."

"Wow! I guess I should have seen it coming. I'll make an appointment today. Thanks for letting me know right away. I appreciate the concern and consideration."

"It's the kind of treatment a man should expect from his daughter. I was lost there for a while, but I'm back on track now. Take care, Dad."

Jim made an appointment to be tested immediately. He had to hand it to Susan for being smart enough to be prevent the spread of any STD's that Helen may have given to him. On the way home from work, he purchased a bunch of different types of condoms. When he got home, he dug out a big mixing bowl and almost filled it with the condoms. He put the bowl on the nightstand by his bed. He promised himself that he would never be the cause of some nice lady catching a nasty disease that was so preventable.

New Years came and went. Jim received the results of his blood work and was delighted to learn that he was disease free. Jim's spare time was filled with requests from the ladies of the condo to do handyman chores. He was becoming increasingly in demand. One night when he mentioned it to Susan, she admitted that she mentioned to a couple of 'the girls' that he was very capable in bed. They were sworn to secrecy, but it she admitted that it was possible they may have 'let it slip' on canasta night... to a room full of women, most of whom were not married.

For whatever reason that the ladies liked him, Jim found himself stopping at the pharmacy on a regular basis to keep his condom bowl full. Without exception, every lady that entered his bedroom would rummage through the bowl looking at the condoms before selecting one, or two. They all seemed pleased that he was so thoughtful about his health and theirs. It had simply added to the legend that was Jim.

One afternoon shortly before Easter, Jim answered his door to find Emily standing there with a small suitcase. Before he could speak, she threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly.

"I'm so sorry, Dad! Please forgive me, and please let me stay with you for a few days, but I'll leave if you want me to."

"I'm just surprised to see you at my door. Come on in and I'll show you the room you'll have," offered Jim. "You're always welcome here. You look all grown up!"

"I told you that I've finally been filling out in the right places," laughed Emily as she spun around so Jim could admire her from all angles. "I'm wearing the same bra size as mom, although I'm probably filling it out better now. Mom's getting pretty thin.

"I hooked a ride down with the Sheards. They're going to Orlando, but were nice enough to go out of their way and drop me off here," revealed Emily. "I guess I knew you'd let me stay. It's spring break and I'll only be here four days then they'll pick me up to head back to the snow and cold. This place is really nice. I bet you love living here."

"It's not as big as our house, but it has everything I need, including a heated pool just outside the door," agreed Jim as he watched Emily tour the condo.

"Wow! It looks like you must be getting everything you need!" laughed Emily when she discovered the bowl of condoms in his bedroom. "Good for you, Dad. You deserve some fun after the way we crapped all over you. I won't be any bother to you. I'll just sit by the pool and soak up some rays while you're at work. What is that orange orb in the sky? I seem to recall seeing it at some point, like maybe July 4th two years ago."

"When I get home from work tomorrow evening, we'll go out to dinner. There are lots of great places to eat around here, especially if you like beer and ribs, or steak, or seafood," continued Jim. "I'll take you to one of the places the guys from work hang out so they can see what a beautiful daughter I have."

The next evening found Jim and Emily sitting at a rib joint and having a good time. "Why did you ever forgive me, Dad? I don't know if I would have if I had been you. It was pretty awful of me to help Mom cheat on you like that. I hate that I did it and I truly regret it."

"I'll give you the short answer," replied Jim. "I'm way happier with you in my life than I was when you weren't. I'm selfish in that regard. It makes me happier and that's one of my life goals now."

"I'm sure glad that you feel that way. I hope you always happy to have me around," stated Emily sincerely. "We've always been close and I hated it when I realized that I had driven you away.

"Is there any chance that you'll ever forgive Mom? She's not doing very well without you. She's lost weight and she hardly ever goes anyplace. When word went around about Frank having STD's and his sex partners needed to be tested, half the people that worked in the store were scared shitless.

"It seems that Frank got the STD from a new cashier that had recently been hired. Between the two of them, they infected quite a few of the work force. Mom was the only manager to get it and it was pretty embarrassing for her," recalled Emily. "She came home in tears a few times. To her credit, she stuck it out and she's finally accepted the fact that she really screwed the pooch when she cheated on you."

"Emily, your mom and I had a deal. We were partners. Partners have to be honest with each other. They have to trust each other. I don't trust her anymore," admitted Jim.

"I thought you'd feel that way, especially after I met your harem at the pool today. It was almost embarrassing to have so many women asking me about my dad. I was able to determine from the way that they talked about you that at least four of them sleep with you. My father's the condo stud," grinned Emily. "Seriously, they all think you're a sensitive, honest, good looking guy that happens to be pretty good in bed."

"I don't know about all of that. I do have a couple of lady friends that drop by now and then. I don't think they feel like I'm anything special. It's more like I'm available," suggested Jim modestly.

"Mom really screwed up," observed Emily. "Can I come down as soon as school is out and find a summer job here? I'm going to look into getting admitted to a college down here. If it's close by, could I live with you? If it isn't close enough to commute, could I still spend weekends and holidays with you? Mom and I haven't been getting along too well. It was really bad at Christmas when the shit hit the fan with Frank, but we're just not close anymore. Her cheating bothered me a lot more than I realized at the time."

Jim readily agreed to Emily's request. He was far happier when he was spending time with his only child. She was growing into a woman and it gave him great pleasure to watch her mature. He spoke to her several times a week when she returned to Pa. after spring break.

She insisted that he didn't have to drive up for her graduation, but promised instead to start driving to Florida the next day. On Sunday afternoon, Jim answered the door to welcome Emily when he came face to face with Helen! He couldn't think or move for what seemed like minutes, but he knew could only have been ten or fifteen seconds. He managed to recover somewhat.

"Come in, Helen. Can I get you a drink?" asked Jim automatically as his brain struggled to determine why she was at his door.

"Thank you, Jim. That would be nice," replied Helen as she followed Jim into the kitchen. He poured some ice tea for both of them and took a seat once Helen sat on the other side of the table.

"I drove down behind Emily. She told me that she's going to live down here with you. I've transferred my job to Daytona. We need to decide what we're going to do with the house. You never filed for divorce, and we haven't spoken, so I don't know what you'd like to do," concluded Helen.

"Why are you moving down here?" wondered Jim. "What do you think is going to happen?"

"I think I'll stop freezing my ass off every winter," joked Helen. "Emily's going to college here in Florida, so I have nothing to keep me in Pa. except to be fodder for gossip. I don't know what Emily has told you, but your parents don't speak to me, and my parents aren't much better. I disappointed a lot of people, including myself, but mostly you.

"I can't ask you to forgive me because my actions were pretty much unforgivable," admitted Helen. "I'm looking for a fresh start where people don't make jokes about me having 'the clap' and shit like that. I was really glad that I didn't pass that along to you, by the way. I guess you'd stopped having sex with me by the time Frank dropped that gift on me.

"I'm responsible for what happened to us. I tried to blame you, Frank, the skank that gave him the clap, even the guy that made the stairs that Frank fell down. I finally realized that it was all on me. I ruined my life and tried to ruin yours, too. If you hadn't found out, you would've enjoyed Frank's little gift with me. I'm sorry about what I did. I marvel at how it I thought that it seemed okay at the time, like I was entitled to a little fling.

"I even dragged Emily into it and I'll never forgive myself for that. I almost destroyed her relationship with her father because I was a selfish bitch. She warned me over and over that Frank was an ass and that it would end badly, but I wouldn't listen," confessed Helen. "I'm so glad that you've allowed her back into your life. Your love and approval mean a great deal to her. It used to mean a lot to me before I lost my way. Now that I don't have it, I'd give anything to have it back."

"I guess we need to list the house for sale and split the money. I thought you'd file for divorce by now. Isn't Frank single now?" asked Jim meaningfully.

"I've heard that he is, but I don't give a shit about that bastard, if that's what you mean. I'm a dumb bitch, but not dumb enough to divorce you so I can be with Frank," replied Helen. "I thought you'd divorce me by now. I gave you plenty of reasons."

"I guess I was content doing my thing here while you did whatever you do up there," responded Jim. "You know how I hate to change and getting a divorce would change things a lot. We'll have to discuss it now, won't we?"

"I suppose so, if you want one. I'd like to stay married, as much as my past actions refute that claim. I know that you're too good a man to stay with a wife that lies and cheats. I always knew that, but I told myself that you'd never know."

"Where are you staying tonight?" asked Jim. "We have some time. We can discuss the house sale and all of the other things that used to bind us together over the next week or two."

"I going to look for a motel when I leave here. I saw some just off Route 95. They were pretty close to Home Depot. I start there in a week," revealed Helen. "Emily went for groceries so we'd have time to talk, but she'll be back pretty soon and I should go."

"There are twin beds in Emily's room. You could stay there, if it's okay with her," offered Jim.

"Wouldn't that make you uncomfortable? I know I'm not your favorite person right now," understated Helen.

"I'll be fine, if it's okay with Emily. We'll ask her when she comes in," replied Jim.

Of course Emily was fine with her mother sharing her room, for a while. Over the next several days, the three began to return to habits they had shared for years. Jim avoided the pool and the other ladies while Helen was under his roof. He no longer had a desire to hurt her any more.

"There are several women that come out to the pool that want to know when I'm leaving," began Helen one evening after Emily had left to go to a concert. "They keep talking about your big bowl of condoms and which ones they prefer. It's pretty funny when you think about it. They've done everything but tell me that I've ruined their sex lives. You've been keeping four women happy, Jim? I'm impressed."

"It's too bad you weren't impressed with me before you met Frank," snapped Jim. "I won't apologize for taking pleasure from those ladies. None of them are married and they know I'm not making any commitments. I try to give as much pleasure as I take and they like that."

"How about you pleasure yourself with me?" asked Helen. "There are no strings attached to my offer. I just feel like I owe you so much for treating me so well after what I did to you."

"I'm not the same guy you remember," insisted Jim. "I'm more demanding and assertive. I tell those women what I want and they seem happy enough to supply it. I never let them stay more than one night in a row."

"So have your way with me for a night. I can handle whatever you dish out. I'll feel better about what I did, and I'll make very sure that you feel a lot better!" promised Helen.

Jim considered her words for a few minutes and came to a decision. Ten minutes later they were naked on his bed. Helen took his cock into her mouth and proceeded to give Jim the best blowjob she possibly could. She kept working him after he came and soon he was hard again. She slid up his body and prepared to impale herself on his hard cock.

"Just a minute. Do you want to choose a condom, or shall I?" asked Jim as he pointed to his condom collection.

"Jim, I've been tested. I'm clean and I know you're always safe with other women, so we don't need one. It's better without," cooed Helen.

"I'll use this ribbed one. I like how it feels," stated Jim as he rolled the condom over his stiff prick. "Okay, now slide down on that bad boy!"

Helen almost protested but realized that Jim had reason to not trust her. She dropped down on his hard cock and it felt even better than she remembered. Jim lasted a long time and rode her in several positions, giving her three separate orgasms before he finished doggie style.

"My God!" gasped Helen as she struggled to catch her breath. "That was incredible. You have learned a few new tricks. Thanks, Jim."

Helen was carrying her clothes out of Jim's room and into Emily's when she heard Emily's voice. "You guys sure made enough noise! I'm glad you're done so I can get some sleep."

Helen wound up staying with Emily and Jim for the summer. She slept in the second bed in Emily's room, but made frequent trips to Jim's. She often told Jim that he was the only man she'd ever have. Jim would simply nod in agreement.

Jim noticed after the first night that Helen would count the condoms in the bowl on a regular basis. He soon learned that if the count was down one or two, Helen would be all over him that night. She'd suck his cock dry at least once and ride him for another orgasm and then see if she could get him up for a third round. He realized she was trying to keep him drained so he couldn't service the other ladies in the building.

Helen hated that her shift ended at ten in the evening while Jim was home by five. At least twice a week she'd come home to find fresh sheets on his bed and the condom bowl would be light a couple of rubbers. That would lead to a couple of days of Helen doing her damndest to drain Jim's balls for a few evenings.

Whenever she slacked off, she would find a condom or two missing. Now and then Jim would bring another big box of condoms home and dump them into the bowl. Helen began digging the empty box out of the trash to determine how many condoms had been added to the mix. She actually began keeping a tab on the number of condoms in the bowl.

Since she had to be at work at two, she often spent the morning by the pool. For the most part the other ladies were not unkind to her. It was evident that they all knew her marriage was almost in its death throes and that she had been the one to create the damage by cheating. Now and then one of the ladies would make an observation, or ask a question that Helen knew was intended to send her a message.

"Helen, did you pick out the new blue print linens for Jim's room?" asked Susan Struthers one morning. "They go nicely with the curtains and carpet."

"They do, don't they?" agreed Monica Barron. "It's a nice manly color and Jim is a very manly guy."

"Jim, you don't need those sluts in your bed," whined Helen that night. "I'll give you all the sex you want. I've been keeping you satisfied, haven't I?"

"Absolutely!" replied Jim. "I'd never have anything to do with any of those women ever again."

"Then why are there 2 fewer condoms in the bowl tonight? How does everyone know what color your linens are?" asked Helen.

"I have no idea," answered Jim with a smile as he nodded toward his hard cock.

"Shit!" thought Helen to herself. "I'd better screw his brains out again tonight and give him another blow job before he leaves in the morning. I know he'll be banging those sluts tomorrow afternoon if I don't."​