Lost Love Darleen...is now available at Smashwords and Kindle Direct.

As a young man he fell in love with a classmate on the last day before she was moving away, forever. He goes on to live his life as best as he can. Forty years in the future after a long marriage, his wife is taken away from him by cancer. Just as he thought his life was over, he finds his lost love.

Except:

It was 1968, I had just graduated from high school.  To be exact, it was July 4th, 1968 and there was a block party taking place and I was dancing with the most exciting and beautiful girl I had ever gone to school with.  Her name was Darleen. It was still light out and the band was playing a lot of slow songs at the request of several of the dancers, me being one of them.  I was holding Darleen close, she was blowing in my ear. I was 18, she was only 17, besides she had just told me she was leaving the state in the morning. Her father had been transferred.  I was crushed.  I fell in love with her that night. I think she felt the same as we held each other as we moved to the music.

"I'll miss you," I whispered in her ear.

"I'll miss you too." Her warm breath made me shiver.  I felt her shiver, too.

I think we were both afraid to tell each other we loved them. I was. I was afraid if I said it, she would leave. She was anyway, but I wanted to hold her in my arm for as long as I could.

"Don?" she started.

"Yes?"

"I...I..."

"What?" I asked.

"Never mind," she said shyly.

I pulled my head back to look into her eyes. She smiled at me. I quickly pressed my lips to hers. She didn't pull away, she started to kiss me back. We kissed for a long time. At least until one of her girlfriends tapped her on the shoulder.

"We shouldn't," she said, swatting at her friend.

"You're right, at least not here."

Her head snapped around so her eyes were gazing into mine.

"What does that mean?" she asked.

"It means I shouldn't have kissed you here. Somewhere else, in private. Who was that who smacked you?"

"She's just a friend who came with me to look after me."

"Ah. It's nice to have friends like that." I rolled my eyes as I said it. Her friend was behind me so she couldn't see my face.

"It is," Darleen said trying not to laugh.

"Let's go get a soda," I said, taking her hand and pulling her away from the crowd of dancers. She willingly came with me.

We grabbed a soda out of one of the coolers that dotted the street and went and sat at one of the many picnic tables that also dotted the street. We could both see Darleen's friends watching us from the edge of the crowd by the band. I laughed.

"What are you laughing at now?" she asked.

"They are watching over you like mother hens as if I would try anything on the first night we realized that we..." I stopped. I had almost said we loved each other.

"You wouldn't?" she asked, surprised at my comment.

"No. I would like to kiss you some more, maybe feel your breasts," I admitted, feeling a little embarrassed.

"I would like that too, but not tonight."

"But you're leaving tomorrow...never mind. I would never force myself on you."

I leaned over and to kiss her cheek. She turned her head so our lips were pressed together. I moaned, she sighed. I pulled my lips away and just looked into her eyes.

"I think I'm falling in love with you. Thank you for just dancing with me."

"Don...I have something to tell you...I love you too. I have since freshman year. I was hoping that you would ask me out, but we didn't have any classes together and the only place we were at the same place at the same time was homeroom and then I was way up in the back and you were down front." She stopped drawing in a breath that sounded like a sob.

"I wish I had known," I said wanting to kiss her, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw her friend heading our way.

Darleen looked up at her friend and shook her head. Her friend backed away, her eyes still on us. Darleen looked back at me and squeezed her eyes shut.  A single tear rolled out of the corner of her eye and down her cheek. I took her hand in mine and brought it to my lips. I pressed them gently to the soft skin on the back of her hand. Then I turned her hand over and kissed the palm. As I let her hand go, she grabbed my face and pressed her lips to mine hard. I could see her friend with her hands on her hips. I guess if I didn't start the kiss, it was okay for us to kiss.

We sat there kissing for a long time. I had my arms around Darleen, hers around me. I kept mine where her friend could see them. When we finally broke our kiss, it was getting dark. The sky was still lit, but the street lights had come on and we were in shadow. I took Darleen's hand in mine and stood up.

"Come on, let's dance my lady," I said. Even to my ears, it sounded pretty lame.

Darleen giggled, but stood up and followed me back to the dance area. We danced together the rest of the night. A lot of guys tried to cut in, but Darleen would tell them no when I stepped back to let them in. She would say no, then rush into my arms. The band stopped playing at eleven o'clock. Darleen and I stood there just holding each other.

"Dar, we have to go," her friend said.

"I know, now go away for a few minutes."

Her friend retreated until we couldn't see her. Then Darleen pressed her lips to mine. I kissed her back with all the passion I felt for her. After a few minutes, Darleen broke the kiss and hugged me fiercely.

"I love you, Don. There will always be a place in my heart for you."

"I love you too, Darleen, so much it's hard for me to speak anymore."

"Oh god," she whispered, then handed me an envelope. "Don't read this until tomorrow night, please."

"I promise."

She pulled my lips to hers one more time. The kiss was short-lived, then she was gone. I stood there like an idiot. I watched as she slowly walked away until I couldn't see her anymore. Then there was my next door neighbor standing in front of me. She just looked up at me with sad eyes.

 

Justice for Julie is now available at Smashwords.

He thought she cheated on him. But, was she. Revenge is sweet. 

Except:

I was sitting in the living room watching TV and waiting for my wife to come home from shopping. It was getting really late, past ten o'clock. She should have been home quite some time ago. I was getting worried, she usually wasn't this late on her shopping nights.  But maybe something had happened that had her stuck in traffic. After all, Chicago was a big town and some of the malls she went to could get pretty crowded.

I sat in my chair, sipping my beer and not really watching the TV. There was a knock at the front door. I knew it couldn't be my wife, she would have driven into the garage and come in through the kitchen. I rushed to the door and opened it. Julie almost fell into the house. I looked out and saw a man running to a car idling at the curb. He jumped in the back passenger door and the car sped away, squealing its tires in the process.

Then I looked down at my wife. She was drunk as a skunk. Her eyes were open she smelled like a brewery and slurred her words, but the worst thing about her was her face was covered in cum.  Fucking bitch had been out cheating on me. And the stupid cunt had gotten too drunk to drive home. I pulled her into the house, closing the front door. She was foul smelling. She smelled of stale beer, stale cigarettes, and stale sex. I was gagging the entire way to the bathroom.

I should have just kicked the bitch to the curb right there an then, but we had a history together. Fifteen years and two kids. Thank god they were both away for the weekend. I lugged my limp wife through the house to the master bath, placing her in the cold hard tub. Her dress had ridden up her body and her cunt was on display for me. It was covered in cum and cum was oozing out of her cunt too. Who knows how many loads she had up there. I lifted one of her legs and looked at her ass. It was oozing cum too. Fucking slut and been DPed. Her panties were missing and once I cut her dress off her limp, drunk body, I found her bra was missing. She lay naked in the bottom of the tub, looking up at me stupidly.

"Hi honey," she slurred.

I took my phone from my pants pocket and started taking pictures. Her cum covered face, her cum covered dress, her cum cover cunt, the cum oozing out of her cunt, the cum oozing out of her ass and the fact she had no panties on. I took picture after picture. When I thought I had enough, I took a video of her, especially the dumb fucking look on her cum coated face. She dumbly smiled up at me as I filmed her. After I was finished I put my phone back in my pocket. Then I pushed her dress into a garbage bag and sealed it. This could come in handy later on.

 

Wife Used...Used Wife

Is now available at Smashewords and will be at the Kindle Store Soon.

She just left. Packed up her stuff and left me. Twenty years, down the drain, like it was nothing. WTF?

 Except:

After twenty years together, she just walked out of my life.  Packed up her things and split, like twenty years together meant nothing. What the fuck?

For twenty years we lived and loved together. When hard times hit, she packs up and walks out. For some reason, I really don't blame her. It was the people she was hanging around with. I tried to tell her, but she knew better.

Well, the hard times passed as they always do and guess who wanders back into my life. Yep, she comes crawling back. Her clothes are all raggedy, she had lost way too much weight and she looked horrible. I, like an idiot, felt sorry for her and took her back. God, was I an ass or did deep down inside I still love her. I took her to the hospital to have her checked out. They started her on an IV immediately. They cleaned her up and tried to put her back together as best they could. She still didn't look healthy, but her face, that beautiful face was still there. And when she saw me she smiled that smile that melted my heart twenty years ago.

The hospital released her a week later and I took her home. Over the months I put her back together. I made her eat right, quit smoking and take care of herself. Six months later she was back to her beautiful self again. That's when we made love for the first time. It was just as fantastic as it was when we first met. I can't tell you with words how beautiful she was but I felt so lucky to have her as my wife...right up until the time she left, after that, she was still beautiful as before, but I...I don't think I loved her as much only time will tell.

I still loved her, but not as much as before she left. At least not yet. She could win my heart back if she wanted. After a year back with me it looked like she was really trying to win me back. Of course, I never let her forget she had left me when we had our little spats and arguments. She hated that I kept bringing that up and I think that's why I did. It ended all the arguments quickly.

It was about eighteen months after she came back. She was now back at her regular weight and she was back to her chipper self. She was happy and all the little spats we were having ended. She just went along with whatever I wanted. Our sex life was back to normal. Well as normal as forty-somethings should be. Then on Friday afternoon at my office, I received an envelope from a messenger service. I opened it and spilled the contents out on my desk. It was a single micro-SD card. A 32gig SD card. No note, no anything. Just the card. I shook my head. I grabbed an adapter and slip it into a USB port.

The file manager came up. On the tiny card were one huge 18gigabyte MP4 file and about a hundred JPEG files. The names of the files gave no clue as to what might be on them or where they came from.  I clicked on the first JPEG file. Its name was 10001.jpg. What appeared on my screen took my breath away. It was a picture of my wife, naked, standing looking into the camera. She looked beautiful. The picture took my breath away. I closed it and clicked on the next one. I almost fell out of my chair. There was Judy, my wife, kneeling, with the biggest black cock I had ever seen, in her mouth.

The jealousy, anger, betrayal kicked me in the gut. I just looked at the picture. I couldn't take my eyes away from the screen. I felt my cock grow and tent my pants. I shook my head and closed the picture. I clicked on a picture in the middle of the list. It showed Judy laying on her back, a big black man was shoving his big cock into her pussy. She was smiling her eyes were hooded with orgasmic passion. She was enjoying what was being done to her.

I closed the picture and clicked on the video. It took a while to start. There was a bed in the middle of the frame. The lights were dim, then slowly brightened until there were no shadows. Then Judy walked into frame, naked. She crawled onto the bed and laid down looking into the camera. She started talking. I turned up the volume on my speakers. She was gibbering,  not making any sense. I looked at her eyes. She was under the influence of drugs. Probably pot. Maybe kush. I had warned her about that shit. I know the people she was hanging around when she left smoked that crap.

After about five minutes of her jabbering, three naked black guys crawled onto the bed with her. She looked happy to see them. She started to play with their soft black dicks. Stroking them, sucking them, until they were all hard. She laid on her back and let one slip into her pussy. She shouted how good it felt. She was coming and coming and coming as he slammed his huge cock into her white pussy. I looked down at my cock, it was even harder than before.

My throat was closing with anger, betrayal, and jealousy, but my dick was at full attention with lust. Love was in there somewhere, but it felt like it was dying. I felt my face, it was wet with tears. I closed the movie. I pulled the SD card from my machine. I was about to throw it in the trash, but instead, I slipped it back into the envelope and put it in a drawer in my desk I could lock. Then I sat back and cried. After half an hour, I stopped and just sat there thinking.

I pulled the SD card out and slipped it into my computer. I brought up the list.  Looking at the date created I saw that it was about a month after she left. Okay, that explains some things. Not what she did, but who she was with, but why did they send these to me. There was no return address on the envelope and no sender information on the messenger service receipt. I was stumped. I didn't know any of the men in the pictures or what I had seen of the movie.

I selected a bunch of pictures and printed them. I slipped them in my briefcase. I put the SD card back in the drawer and locked it. I picked up my briefcase and told my boss I was going home I didn't feel well. On the way home I called Judy and told her I was on the way. She sounded happy to hear I was coming home early.  I didn't know how long that would last when I got there.