Betrayal and Redemption

This is a work of fiction and does not relate to actual events. While some authentic geographical points may appear, any person, building, event, company or descriptions thereof are completely fictitious. Issues such as proper birth control and STD prevention are incorporated without specific mention. No one under 18 engages in sex.

Each episode should be freestanding, but reading in order allows the reader to follow the character development better. In Part 3, Joe became a bull and soon tired of the demands. He started looking to date younger women when an unusual proposal landed on his plate.

Monday, December 25, 2013

Joe arrived at PDX late on Christmas Eve and took a Rideshare to his sister's house. A major outage among CCS customers prompted the delay. Rose had invited Roger and Ellen Dawes for Christmas Day dinner. They were a couple in their late 30s who lived down the road from Rose and David.

Ellen wore a discreet scoop top dress. She often leaned forward with her elbows on the table so he could see the valley between her tits. With a playful smile, she twirled her wineglass. Her eyes sparkled when she looked at him and her head tilted to one side.

Roger liked to smoke cigars after his meals. He and Joe went out to the back patio to talk. David stayed inside to help put the food away and wash dishes.

"I see my wife was flirting with you tonight," Roger said. "I like to share her with other men. Are you interested?"

Joe frowned. He didn't trust the man, the way he looked and acted.

"Not interested. I'm exhausted. I would be stupid to sleep with one of my sister's neighbors. I'm only staying through Wednesday because I have a commitment New Year's Eve. My boss and his wife went to Mexico for Christmas and I'm next in charge."

"That's too bad," Roger said. "I've asked David, and he's turned me down. Ellen and I often swap with several other couples in this area."

Joe spent New Year's Eve at a party held by Carol at her house. Melanie, the blonde woman he spotted during his first visit, invited him back to her apartment. She wore a dark red "come fuck me dress" with a low V-neck dress that ended mid-thigh.

They had talked earlier in the month and she had introduced her husband, Eric. "We're in an open marriage," he said. "I travel extensively. I don't expect Mel to stay celibate while I'm on the road. She holds the same standards for me."

He and Eric had met during the party. He introduced his woman for the night, a Black woman attorney. "Perhaps you would care to join my husband and I some night," Tiara said. "I've heard of your prowess."

"Perhaps. I'm trying to cut back on my outside activity aright now."

Her apartment was on the 28thfloor of a 30-story apartment building near WAC. They were alone on the elevator.

She lifted the back of her dress and pushed against his hardened cock. "I took my panties off before we left the party," she whispered. "Take me here." She stopped the elevator on the 25thfloor and locked the door.

His long arms and fingers reached her folds and traced between her lips. She moaned when he found her clit and pushed it with his finger.

"Yes, please. Make me cum."

His fingers explored her, dipping inside her cunt to find the sweet spot several times as she writhed against him. Within seconds, she gasped as her climax struck her.

"God, you are good. More." She sent the elevator to her floor.

She turned and pulled him along after her with his tie. Every few steps, she paused and pulled him in a for a mind-blowing kiss. While they kissed, she stroked his cock.

"Good size. I'll enjoy that inside me."

Inside her apartment, he stepped behind her, pushed her head down slightly and grabbed her hips before he slammed deep into her wet hole. She cried in surprise.

"That's what I want, Joe. Fuck me hard. Make me your slut."

He slapped her bare ass. She jerked in surprise. "Again. I love the feel.

"Make me your personal fuck toy. Give it to me hard."

He hit her ass twice more. Each time, she became wetter. He turned her against the wall and pulled her hands far above her head. He thumped his cock inside her harder each time.

The heat built quickly within her as she breathed hard. She moved her hips from side to side, compressing her pussy walls around his gigantic cock. Pushing one finger on her clit, she felt a blaze of pleasure as her body shuddered and shook.

He moved her to the couch to let her recover. Once she did, she undid his pants and let them drop to the floor. His boxers followed and her mouth went over his cock.

She licked around the head and down his shaft, making sure she sucked on his balls a few times. One hand wrapped around the base, which she twisted. Her other hand kneaded his balls while she bobbed back and forth until he grunted and filled her mouth.

After she sucked him dry, they showered and talked about their lives while she drank wine and he drank water. They moved to her bedroom for a round of sex that lasted nearly two hours before they fell exhausted on the bed and slept.

Joe felt an overpowering need to change his life. Sleeping with multiple women was getting out of hand. He didn't like the loss of control. He almost felt like a mancubine, a male concubine, an on-demand fuck partner.

He called each woman in his group over the next two weeks and told them he wanted to vacation from sex. "This works because we have fun. I'm not having a good time."

Thursday, February 7, 2014

Joe grunted as he pushed up at a 45-degree angle on the leg press machine. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty leg-presses at 100 pounds. He trained for strength and endurance. Not for bulk.

He noticed Paul Cavanaugh watching him. Joe counted his last iteration. Paused as he rested. Paul extended his hand. Joe and he shook.

"I'm surprised to see you on a Thursday evening. I thought you worked out on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays."

"Make-up session. Large system update for a customer last night."

"I'm working out longer tonight. Headed to my sister's house near Portland for the three-day weekend."

The two men met when Carol asked for Joe's help during a staff shortage right after New Year's Day. Each Monday night they worked out together.

While Joe was 31, Paul was 57. Paul wasn't at Joe's fitness level, but over the past five weeks, they had become workout friends.

"In a way, that is too bad," Paul said. "I've been telling Ann, my wife, about you. She'd like to meet some evening after our workout."

"I plan on working out Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday nights next week. I have a free evening on Wednesday. I have another commitment on Friday."

"Wednesday is fine with us. We also have another event on Friday evening."

The two men continued their workouts separately, but talked as they rested. Paul said his goodbyes shortly after eight and left. He started working out on Mondays and Thursdays when his wife began attending Yoga sessions at WAC.

As he continued his routine, Joe mused over Paul's invitation. As a bull, he knew any man interested in his services usually asked after one or two meetings. Paul had never shown such a desire. Even if Paul asked, he would turn him down because he no longer slept with married women.

From Hank Caples, his boss, he got a background on Paul. After their meeting in early January, Joe walked into Hank's office.

"Seeing as I'm relatively new to this area, I'm curious about a man named Paul Cavanaugh. He started using WAC last night because his wife is taking a Yoga class at the same time."

Hank sipped his coffee before he leaned back in his office chair, his forehead wrinkling as he considered his answer. "Paul Cavanaugh. He and I were friendly competitors in high school. We're still friends. Of a sort.

"I supplied his tech needs when he upgraded the computer system his father installed at Motorcycle Manufacturing Products. He eventually changed the name to MMP and branched out into aftermarket parts for all off-road vehicles. After a few years, he hired my best person when he decided he was big enough to set up an IT department for his company.

"Did he take, or did you give?"

"A little of both. He could pay far more per year than I could afford. It was time for Dean to expand his horizons, anyway. Why? Did he offer you a job?"

"No. I wouldn't take it even if he did. I've had my fill of large companies. I also owe you and Marie a lot for helping me after I was out of work for three months. You let me sleep in your basement while I got my feet under me."

Hank breathed a sigh of relief. "You are worth every penny I pay you and more. Even at 31, you could run a large corporation's IT department if you wanted."

"No, I'm happy here. I lost my desire to advance in a large corporation years ago."

Hank pushed a few items around his desk as he considered his next words. "I need to mention one more thing about Paul. Ann is his second wife. His first wife died of cancer just before you joined us. She was his wife's nurse. About six months after Brenda died, Paul married Ann."

"Trophy wife?"

"Based on what I know, she isn't. Marie tells me that Brenda urged him to marry Ann because a man of his age and in his position needs a wife. I hear they are happy. Paul's three children, like Ann and agreed with their mother."

When Joe had free time during the day, he did a computer search for MMP and Paul Cavanaugh. Because of his knowledge and experience, he found information that the regular public never did. When he saw their wedding photo on one of her social media pages, he was shocked to realize she probably was younger than him.

Joe called Carol when he had a chance. "What do you know about Paul and Anna Cavanaugh?"

"Not much. Glenn and I sometimes attended the same social events as Paul and Brenda, but Glenn and Paul worked in different fields. I know he married his wife's nurse after Brenda died. Gossip tells me they are happy. Based on what I know, I don't think she's a hotwife."

The day after Paul's invitation, he mentioned the conversation to Hank. "For all our competitiveness, Paul never cheated or took advantage of his father's wealth. He took a middling company and built it into one of the best in the country. I don't see any pitfalls...as long as you don't fall for his wife. She is quite a catch and extremely beautiful."

"Been hurt like that once before," Joe said. "It will take a long time before I trust another woman."

While Joe hadn't explicitly told Hank and Carol about his previous marriage and the divorce, the details he shared revealed deep pain on his part. He had been almost homeless and running out of money when he got the job with CCS. Marie liked him from the first time they met in a coffee shop and talked Hank into letting him use their basement until he had several paychecks under his belt.

Through careful conversations, Joe determined Hank kept Marie happy in bed, which pleased him. She was a prime candidate for his harem, but he wouldn't have taken the opportunity. A man doesn't mess in his nest.

As promised, Paul called Wednesday morning. They talked about what type of food Joe liked. "Anything but sushi or fish. I don't have any allergies I worry about.

"One more thing," Joe said. "If we go to dinner, I insist on paying for my food. I am a teetotaler so there won't be any expenses for drinks."

"If you insist. I like a man with principles."

Paul offered Joe the option of Greek or steak. "Doesn't matter to me, but if I need to choose one, I'll take Greek. How should I dress?"

"A sports coat and nice slacks. No tie. Dress shoes. I call it semi-casual. Do you want us to pick you up?"

"No, that's fine. I'd rather be able to leave when I want. Give me the address and I'll put it in my car's GPS."

He and Casey often ate sushi on their dates before they married and continued the practice afterwards. Each time he ate sushi; he thought of her. Of course, he told no one why he avoided the food.

Joe always arrived early. The female greeter offered to show him to the table reserved for Mr. and Mrs. Cavanagh, but Joe said he would wait. Sadness enveloped him and the hum of voices evoked a flood of memories. He had made a mistake. This restaurant looked much the same as the Mediterranean restaurant where he and Casey went for their special dinners.

"I'm surprised to see you sitting here," Paul said as they shook hands. "Didn't the greeter offer to show you to our table?"

"She did, but I turned her down. Long story."

"This is Ann, my second wife." His large hand enveloped her dainty one. In that instant, he felt the same connection he had felt with Casey and marveled at it.

Like his ex-wife, Ann had a subdued sexiness that appealed to him. He felt conflicted. A part of him hoped she was a hotwife. The other part of him hoped she wasn't because of how attracted to her he was. He didn't want another heartbreak like he suffered with Casey.

Her long dark hair disappeared under her coat. As Paul helped her remove it, he realized Ann was nearly the exact opposite of Casey, with darker skin and a well-defined face. A dimple appeared on her cheeks as she smiled. Which was often. The dark blue mid-calf dress showed smaller breasts, a much trimmer waist, and firm but full hips. Her sexual allure was obvious. Hank's warning set off alarms in his head.

The greeter showed them to the table, and a wine steward appeared. After a discussion about the wine, he brought a bottle and poured wine into a glass. Paul swirled it around in the glass and sniffed it before he nodded. The server poured two glasses half full and placed them in front of Paul and Ann. He brought apple juice for Joe.

The conversation proceeded carefully. Both Paul and Ann skied or had skied, and they compared their experiences. Ann tried to sneak in personal questions sometimes, but Joe remained alert and brushed them off. Throughout the evening, Joe noticed Ann or Paul looking at him.

It got to the point where Joe felt embarrassed. He pleaded exhaustion from his trip and left early. He stopped and paid for his share of the meal before he left.

Over the next month, Paul continued to ask Joe to join them for drinks after their exercise. He consented a few times more out of curiosity than anything else. He discovered Ann took nursing with a psychology minor and was working on her master's in psych with plans to enter a local practice when she finished in June.

Paul clearly had a reason for his interest and Joe wondered what it was. Was Paul a cuckold and wanting a bull for his wife? Most men reached that point after one or two visits. Despite Joe's attraction to Ann, the answer would be nyet.

After they finished on the first Monday in April, Paul came over to Joe before he left. "I wonder if you can find time in the next week to have a private conversation at my offices near the warehouse?"

"If this is an offer of a job, the answer is no. I like and respect you, but Hank and Marie helped me during a tough time. I enjoy working for him."

"Not that sort of offer. Something where you can continue working for Hank. I still feel bad about taking Dean away from him, but we agreed it was the best thing for all of us."

Once again, he visited Hank. "Paul called me. He wasn't specific about his proposal, but he promised it wouldn't include working directly for him. He is an honorable person. If you turn him down, he won't hold it against you. From the way he talked, I think you should at least listen."

He scheduled a time with Paul on Thursday afternoon, late enough that any trouble tickets probably were resolved. The office was barely larger than a normal ranch house and within 500 feet of the large warehouse and assembly area. Joe could see the place was neat and clean, but nothing fancy.

Paul greeted him at the front door wearing slacks and a Pendleton shirt in a blue and white plaid. Joe had a similar shirt that he purchased at the Pendleton store near his sister's house. "We don't have fancy offices or a large staff here. We believe in managing while walking on the floor. Are you interested in a tour?"

"That would be nice. Thank you." Over the next hour, Paul showed Joe the facility and introduced him to Daniel and Christopher, his sons. Joe commented on how clean the place was and how efficiently it was laid out.

"That is Daniel's doing. He took engineering in college. I'm grooming him to take over when I retire. Christopher's strength is in sales. Kimberly works at an advertising agency in the city and handles our advertising as part of her job. She'll probably join the company when I retire."

Paul's office was plain, but warmly decorated, with a large wooden desk, a credenza behind him with family pictures and three chairs in front of the desk. After they sat down and sipped water, Paul leaned back in his chair.

"This is a combination of a business and a personal conversation. I think we're adults enough to know we've run background checks on each other."

"I agree," Joe said. "Your company is profitable and well run. As best I can tell, Ann is younger than your three children. I'm curious about what you found out about me."

"You grew up in Elgin, a town of 1,700 people in the Blue Mountains of eastern Oregon. Your father suffered major injuries while working in the woods. When you were 12, he died in a fall. Your mother taught school for years before lupus stopped her from teaching full time.

"You and your sister had to work to support her and the two of you. You've built successful lives. Your mother lives with your sister who runs a property management company near Vancouver, which is north of Portland.

"I found a divorce that happened after you and the former Casey Schmidt had been married for eight years. Since most states, including Oregon, issue no-fault divorces based on irreconcilable differences, I found no obvious reasons for the divorce. Do you care to comment?"

"You captured the basics. No, I don't want to talk about divorce unless it becomes highly important. Proceed."

Paul nodded. "I appreciate your caution. I think as I explain more, you will understand my interest.

"You are free to consider my proposal for as long as you want. I will admit it is highly unusual. If you agree, we'll need to talk about a non-disclosure agreement.

"As you know, Ann is my second wife. She wants a child. After Kimberly came along, Brenda and I agreed we wanted no more children. I had a vasectomy, and that is the issue."

Joe sat completely still, his mind reeling with the information. He moved his hands from the arms of the chair to fold them across his chest.

"Where do I fit in? I'm not part of your company or your family. To state the obvious, why not IVF using sperm from Daniel, Christopher, or someone else?"

"I'm not a psychologist. For that reason, I'm going to repeat Ann's words as best I can. She is the type of person who needs people in her life. She is a loving person who needs someone who is close to her.

"That is why she went into nursing. Plus, only her one sister is still alive. Like you, she had to work to support her family. She tells me you and I are alike, not in appearance but in personality and in standards.

"Let me make one issue clear. There is no expectation that you will join MMP. Dan, Chris and Kim have that covered.

"Our family is close enough that we discussed all the possibilities together. Both Dan and Chris underwent vasectomies after they and their wives decided not to have more children. That lets them out. They have families. Even if they hadn't gotten snipped, they didn't want all the confusion of a child that is one of theirs, but really isn't.

"Most important, Ann likes you. She loves sex. I've been able to pick up enough from gossip at the gym that you do, too. I hear you are considered a bull among the single women in their 40s and 50s. And even among the couples where the husband enjoys being a cuckold. I've heard that firsthand from one of my friends. I doubt I'll ever be a cuckold.