Chapter 1

 

Sitting at the corner of this bar brought a sense of nostalgia to me. I had been in this bar on and off for 20 years plus. It had always been called O'Malley's, in my mind it would always be O'Malley's no matter what the future brought for it. The bar was everything you could imagine a neighborhood bar should be. Standing for almost 50 years, owned by the same family for the entire time. To say it was the corner stone of the area would be to not do it justice. But tonight, tonight it was my refuge. The only place that I could even consider being. Yes, I had a home but there was no way I could go there without a serious injection of liquid courage first.

The house had been a bit frosty of late. I laughed out loud at my use of a bit frosty, if I was going to measure the state of my relationship with a weather analogy it would be more correct to say it was akin to the North Pole in January. Of course, the whole thing was entirely my fault. It's always the husband's fault isn't it? Even when it isn't, it still is. That's just the way of the world. Well this time it was my fault and tonight it was going to be my time to pay the piper. I could still hear those words, our first real conversation across the breakfast table in over a month.

"So Bob, you have to work late or have any plans for the evening?"

"No Mel, nothing planned, no work, why?"

"We need to talk. I'll have supper on the table by the time you get home. About six right?"

"Yes Mel."

"Good, see you at sixish then."

She moved with a grace that defied description. Melina was one of those women. Every guy knows what I mean, as guys we are always watching women, and every woman moves differently. Some seem to sway from side to side, some twitch their butt cheeks moving up and down in small rapid bounces. Still for others there wasn't as much as a wiggle in their step at all. Melina was a whole different type altogether.

Melina was the type of woman that just seemed to flow when she walked. Her hips moving from side to side and up and down, all at the same time. While she didn't have much in the way of extra padding that fact only seemed to accentuate her movements. From behind, her ass was one that could have launched a thousand ships. From the front, her hips seemed to collect your eyes forcing them to focus on the V in the middle of them.

It didn't help that today she was wearing a short robe whose sash was currently on holiday. The robe didn't cover her panties causing my gaze to fall to that spot. There was just no way to avoid staring at it as she came around the long table toward me.

Stopping next to me she lightly kissed my forehead. The first time her lips had touched me that way in the morning since this whole mess started. Her robe fell open even farther exposing her breasts to me, the first time I had seen them in a month also. Her breasts had always been a natural wonder to me, a full C cup on her frame amply filled out anything that she wore. Plus, it seemed that neither time not our daughter had touched them in the slightest. They stood there, tall and proud on her chest. Topped with the most perfectly formed and inviting nipples that would get hard as rocks at the smallest amount of contact. The sweetness of the touch of her lips and the beauty of the view was harshly marred for me by the admonishment that came after.

"Don't be late. Tonight is not the night to be late Bob. It's time for the talk."

With that she moved out of the kitchen and out of my sight. I sat there frozen with fear. Every possible permutation of events ran through my head. Even with all that noise going on, one outcome rang out loud and clear, above all the rest, Melina, my Mel, was going to divorce me. Even though nothing concrete backed up that thought it was still my biggest fear.

Even saying that word caused my heart to skip a beat. Once again, I cursed myself for being so stupid. How in the world could I have been so weak? So selfish and thoughtless that I had wrecked what by all accounts was a great marriage of over 22 years, and for something so stupid.

I mean our marriage wasn't a fairy book romance type of thing, but then whose is? We had our ups and downs like anybody else but we always worked through them. Melina had had a tough childhood, with a father that used more curse words during the course of a normal conversation than a pissed off sailor on his worst day. Add an explosive temper to the mix and she could get a little hairy sometimes.

The overall arc of our story was that we always had each other. Most things that we did, we did together. She'd supported me on my corporate climb in the company and I'd stood by her when her job got crazy. Then, of all things, I figured out a way to screw all that up. Tonight was going to be the crowning achievement, the capping of all of my nightmares.

I forced myself to get up, grab my jacket and plunge ahead into my work day. At that moment I knew what a condemned man felt like, walking that last green mile to the electric chair; because losing Mel would be the end of me.

Work lasted forever. There was not a single aspect that could hold my attention for more than a minute at a time. When it was finally over, I marched out of the office without a backward glance. Heading home I knew I still had some time, so the first place I thought of was here, walking into the bar was the first moment I'd felt the slightest bit of calm the entire day.

Daniel Patrick O'Malley called out to me, breaking my chain of thought. He noticed that my beer glass had mysteriously emptied itself, asking if I wanted another. My watch showed it to be five thirty, so I thought just one more wouldn't hurt. If she was going to throw my ass out in the cold then at least it being partially numb would probably come in handy.

As he walked over to me I noticed that he looked bigger than usual. We were about the same size and the same age for that matter but something was different.

"Danny, you working out or something?"

"Yes laddie I am. Lost a pants size and gained ten pounds of muscle. Got to keep in shape for the ladies ya know."

I tipped my fresh beer glass towards him saluting his work, he really did look good. Not sure why I noticed it now but I did. Maybe it was the heightening of the senses you read about when the condemned man is about to die.

The words in my head kept rolling around, trying to punish me for being so goddamned stupid. How can something so monumental in a person's life be caused by such a small act. Well, at least in my mind it was a small act. However I think if I'd asked Mel's opinion on that subject she might disagree with me. I guess I would find out tonight the exact level of her disagreement on that topic. Just thinking about the coming storm brought tears to my eyes and it was not for the first time today. They always threatened to boil over which would make me into a public spectacle. That was something else I didn't need. I had to do something to gain control of myself, think about something different. But everywhere my mind turned, there it was staring right back at me, the great abyss of my future.

Drifting back to that day, almost a year ago, I wish I had never taken Joe's lunchtime invite. Maybe I wouldn't be here right now...

 

Chapter 2

 

Joe came bursting into my office at eleven o'clock wanting to go to lunch early. He was a funny guy and someone I considered a work friend. You know, the kind of guy that is quick with a joke. Fun to be around at work, serious when he needs to be, but never too serious. Never saw him outside of work much, except for maybe the occasional after work beer on a Friday. Inside the building we saw each other several times a day during the course of doing our jobs. He ran manufacturing while I was the head of engineering so we always had work related topics to discuss. But that day he was not going to discuss work.

There was nothing on my calendar so I thought why not. There was a sandwich place around the corner, when we'd ordered it was nice enough outside that we took our sandwiches to the park across the street to relax and eat it. That was where the trouble started.

"Buddy you have got to see this video I pulled down last night."

Joe handed me his phone after hitting the button to turn the sound off and cueing up whatever this video was that I 'had' to see.

It was a little dark around the edges. In the center of the screen there was a large well lit bed. On the bed was a pretty woman in some very skimpy lingerie. My first thought was, 'Leave it to Joe to show me some porn'. But this was not your common professionally produced footage with some big titted blonde bimbo and her well hung stud. This was something completely different. The view of the camera was fixed and coming from an angle that meant it had to be up near the ceiling of the room. It was almost as if you had a spycam in someone's bedroom.

Now who hasn't seen homemade porn these days? This was not that or at least it didn't appear to be. I've never watched much porn but in the ones I had seen the female was always very aware of the camera. This was different because she never looked up at the camera and neither did the man that was standing next to the bed. It was like they didn't know they were being filmed.

The woman was in her early thirties, a real soccer mom type; pretty in a Mary Ann kind of way, definitely not a Ginger but that made her even more attractive in my opinion. She was wearing a thin little white babydoll nightie. It was blindingly white with lots of lace. The material that made up the non-lacy parts was pretty much see through in that lighting. Her body was flawless, with breasts standing high on her chest. They were topped by the pinkest little nipples you had ever seen, very much like my Melina's. Her hair was dark and pulled back in a ponytail that somehow made her even sexier with that lingerie. The guy looked to be about the same age, a little fuller of figure maybe but what normal thirty something guy doesn't carry a few extra pounds around the middle?

I wished that I could hear what they were saying but I didn't want to risk turning on the sound in a public park. There were far too many people milling around to let anyone get a whiff of what I was watching. I just could see it now as some old bitty caught a glimpse of the screen and started screaming pervert; the cops would show up and my ass would be toast. That would be all I needed, arrested for watching porn in a public place, Mel would kill me. Movement on the screen drew my attention back to the film.

The man who had been standing next to the bed disappeared off stage left only to return a few seconds later with what only could be described as a freak of nature.

This new guy, I started thinking of him as man number two; had to be about six foot four or five judging by the size difference from the height of man number one. He was wearing gym shorts and a wife beater that was hanging onto his chest for dear life. I mean, if that guy took a deep breath the t-shirt would have shredded itself. He had muscles on top of his muscles, no doubt in my mind that he was a professional body builder.

As they both moved toward the bed I could see the woman turning red. Holy shit I thought, she was actually embarrassed! Taking in her movements and the look on her face I got the distinct impression that she had never even met this new guy before! As if to confirm my suspicion he reached out his hand to her and she shook it. Her hand looked so tiny in his giant mitt, it was almost funny. She shook it quickly before pulling her hand away.

Man number two turned pointing to a chair in the far right corner of the room. Man number one nodded and surprisingly followed his instructions by going and sitting in it. Before sitting down he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants kicking them off on the floor. I could see his cock was pretty small and amazingly fully erect. There were some kind of fasteners on the chair legs and man number one started wrapping them around his own ankles. Once he'd finished he found another behind his neck. Tightening that one made his position seem rather uncomfortable and I wondered why in the world would somebody do that to themselves.

As I pondered the situation he continued to bind himself to the chair. Once the legs and neck were completely secured, he found Velcro ties on the arms of the chair. Man number one began binding them onto his left arm, one at the wrist and one on the upper bicep. Now only his right arm was free to move.

He must have heard something from the bed because his head snapped up to look, ignoring the binding for his right arm for the moment. Man number two had by now moved onto the bed and was sitting close to the woman. They had both turned to face man number one watching him as he bound himself to the chair. There was definitely a conversation going on between the three of them but again I didn't dare turn the volume up to listen.

The conversation quickly ended as man number two left the bed. Moving towards man number one he turned his attention to the free right arm, binding it closely with two straps. Both straps were around the bicep leaving his forearm free to move. He then produced a bright red ball gag and forced it into the man number one's mouth. Man number one didn't seem too happy about it but there was not much use in fighting at this point. The strap was buckled behind his head. The whole thing looked distinctly uncomfortable for him but he was well past the point of being able to do anything about it.

Seemingly happy with himself man number two patted man number one's head like you would a little dog, then moved back to the bed. My focus was drawn back to man number one's predicament. The right forearm was the only movement he had. But there was no way that limited movement would enable him to free himself. He was going to sit in that chair forever or until man number two or the woman came to help him out. What I didn't initially understand was the purpose of the loose forearm, but that quickly became evident.

Man number one dropped his free hand into his lap grabbing hold of his cock, slowly stroking it as he watched the action unfold on the bed. He was going to jerk himself off while watching them! That brought my attention back to the bed as man number two had returned and was now sensuously kissing the woman. I was surprised that it was not more brutal. I expected that he was going to fuck her and given his size I thought it would be more violent but he was surprisingly gentle with all his mannerisms. His concept must have been to remove any nervousness from the woman that was so apparent during the beginning of the video.

After a minute or two it was easy to tell that his plan was working admirably. The soft kisses on her lips and around her ears and neck seemed to melt her resistance. Her hands freely roamed around the huge muscles of his neck and shoulders. Her tongue darted out of her mouth to meet his as her chest began heaving. When he moved her hand down onto his lap she didn't take it away. While not doing anything at first I saw her fingers began slowly running back and forth on his inner thigh.

They were only slight movements but they betrayed the feelings that the big man was started to arouse in her. His hand dropped from her shoulder to cup one of her breasts feeling the weight almost totally unburdened by the flimsy garment that held it. Her reaction was passionate and quick. Her head tipped and her kisses became noticeably more urgent.

With this new found silent encouragement he became more aggressive pushing the straps off her shoulders allowing the nightie to pool around her waist. Her breasts now completely exposed, he took full advantage tweaking and pulling on the small nipples until they stood out as hard as rocks.

Taking a break from playing with her tits the massive man moved his hand down to take hers. Moving it from his thigh he placed it directly on what had become a noticeable lump in his shorts. You could see the shock on her face as her fingers traced what had to be a huge cock that matched his huge frame, hiding in there.