Markwildyr.com, Post #220
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Meeting Valdy, my future wife, during intermission at the
Metropolitan Opera was a fantastic, unexplainable, gold-plated stroke of luck. Actually, I had been wandering the fringes of
the crowd keeping an eye on a handsome young stud who caught my attention. Although I was at a loss to adequately explain
it, I was occasionally attracted to some hunk, inevitably an overt heterosexual,
although I merely speculated and never acted on such impulses. There was this adorable young second
lieutenant at Dix who tempted me mightily, but I had sense enough to keep some
distance between us. As I stood pondering
my confusion in the foyer of the Metropolitan between acts of
“You look like a bourbon man. I’m Valdessa Bannerman. Valdy for short.”
“Love it!” I lied gallantly. Single malt Scotch was my
drink. “Joseph Hunter.”
To make a long story short, five months later, Valdy and I were married
in the Fort Dix base chapel where I had traded my banker’s three-piece suit for
captain’s bars when I was called to temporary duty. That handsome second lieutenant was my best
man.
Valdy fit seamlessly into my life when we came home to
Albuquerque a deliriously happy golden couple; me, tall, blond, and slender
with manly lumps, and Valdy…Lord the curves she packed into that svelte form! Her eyes were a pale blue that darkened when
she was excited. Mine were as green as the
patina of a weathered cathedral dome.
I took immense pride in the adoration Valdy inspired among my
social set, yet I was feral enough to recognize danger when it surfaced. And Rick Ailman was dangerous. Even so, the handsome, personable builder of luxury
homes was of interest to me as a banker.
Five minutes after they were introduced at the Mayor’s Charity Ball, he
had Valdy on the dance floor turning heads.
Thereafter, it seemed that everywhere we went as a couple, Ailman showed
up to sweep Valdy into his hard-muscled arms on some dance floor or the other. I held a tight rein on my temper but did a
lot less kibitzing and a lot more dancing at public functions.
“I do believe you’re jealous,” she cooed once, a soft smile
stretching those luscious lips.
“Nonsense!” I responded, beginning to color a bit.
Despite my denials, later, as I lay panting and exhausted, I
realized the truth of it. At the very
moment of climax, I held an unwelcome image in my mind of a naked, dark-haired
Adonis screwing my wife with his massive cock…Rick Fucking Ailman!
****
Vice Presidents are trumped by Executive Vice Presidents, and
that is who assigned me the Ailman account.
Under such conditions, social encounters are impossible to avoid even
though I put things off as long as possible.
Eventually, Rick took the initiative and not only invited me to a
working lunch, but also a round of golf afterwards. Albuquerque’s persistent spring winds had
abandoned us until next year, but the true heat of the season had not yet arrived.
Towering, snowy thunderheads far to the west blotted the sky, a perfect day for
golf at a mile above sea level.
As we waited for the green ahead of us to clear, Rick parked the
cart we shared in the shade of a cottonwood and stretched one foot out on the
grass. I dug dirt from my cleats with a
tee.
“Glad to see you’re relaxing a little,” he said out of the blue.
I looked at him in surprise.
“Hey, I’m a laid-back sort of guy.”
“You are…except around me. Your defenses always go up when I’m around.”
Since there was no denying it, I might as well get it out in the
open. “Gotta admit that’s true. You set off my alarm bells.”
“Why?”
I shrugged and equivocated.
“I don’t know. It’s just a personal
reaction, I guess.”
I endured the study of his sable-fringed brown eyes for a long
moment before he gave a low chuckle.
“It’s your wife, isn’t it? You come
on like gangbusters when I dance with her.”
“Look, drop it. I’m
capable of separating my personal and professional lives.”
His silence lasted thirty seconds; his gaze made me uncomfortable. “You don’t get it, do you?” he snorted. “Talk about babes in wonderland. It’s not your wife I’m interested in…it’s
you!”
I don’t know why I laughed aloud, probably because I didn’t
believe him. After a moment, he joined
in. Then some invisible power flipped a cosmic
switch, and we sobered.
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Dead serious. Look, I
like women. Hell, I love women, but
occasionally I swing from the other branch of the tree.”
“Not with me, you won’t!” I blurted.
“Joseph, modesty aside, I’m something of a cocksman, but occasionally
I’ll spot a certain kind of a guy and my interest kicks in. Right now, you’re that guy.”
Mental pictures of my curly-headed lieutenant danced before my
eyes. “Get over it.”
“Come on, are you telling me you’ve never made it with another
guy?”
“That’s none of your business, Ailman, but I’ll answer you anyway. No, I haven’t. I’m happily married and in love with my
wife.”
“What’s that got to do with it?
I’m not suggesting we fall in love.
But I want you, and just thought you ought to know. If you’re going to tense up,” he added, easing
the cart down the fairway as the last putter strolled off the green, “then do
it for the right reason.”
Rick had been two holes down on our side bet, but after that
announcement, I literally felt his eyes on my butt whenever I addressed the
ball. I never slice, but did an excellent
imitation on four of the last six holes.
After we settled up on eighteen, I grabbed a quick beer in the clubhouse,
it would have been unseemly to refuse, but begged off the customary gin rummy game
in the card room and raced home.
Valdy and I usually made love; that night we fucked…with powerful
images of Rick spilling masculinity all over the golf course spurring me on. And that set the norm…an invisible hunk joined
us in bed, except he no longer directed his impressive erection toward my wife…he
offered it to me!
What has Joe
gotten himself into? Or is that the right question. What is Rick drawing him
into? That seems more like the more proper query. Let’s see next time.
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