Paige Medeiros

Often I'm approached with a concept for a story. Sadly most are scams, which I've grown accustomed to. This one was presented by someone whose use of the written word, while begrudgingly providing details, told me that this person's talents far exceed my abilities as a writer (I'm not one, I tell stories). My gut said to back away slowly. When the moderator rejected the story, my gut became all smug and righteous. Yet, here I am pushing this story away from the shore. Emailer provided the troubled background, which I wove into a story, adding a possible resolution. This one's for you youngster. For my antagonists, you'll want to hurry home and rip your girlfriend's knickers off. It looks like they're cutting off your circulation. Interspersed throughout the story are lyrics from a Roy August & Jimmy Hinson song. Please read my profile for my stance on comments. Feel free to email suggestions or to start a conversation. Private messages work too. Jack Tempchin; Robert Arnold Strandlund: "So often times it happens, that we live our lives in chains, and we never even know we have th

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Dawn came too early. My heart ached. From happy family to complete chaos in ten days. Looking out the front window, Peter's crap was gone. It had taken me a few hours to put all of his clothes, fishing rods, and tools on the front lawn. Serves the bastard right if someone else took them. His collection of scotch and whiskey were now simply empty bottles. It was tempting to get his belongings drunk, but I figured that might work against me in the divorce Alemana

There was sod missing where the jerk had peeled away from the house. He didn't even have the decency to leave his truck on the street. No, he backed up into the middle of the lawn. Wonder how many broken sprinkler heads I'll have to replace?

Kenny, my ten year old son from my first marriage, and Jodi, my four year old daughter with jerk, were still sleeping. My step-son, Rory, was probably with his father. He is Peter's son from his first marriage. His ex is a flight attendant so it made more sense for Peter to have custody. She still has visitation rights, but Rory seems indifferent to her. He tolerates me. I think he is going to be a handful when he enters high school next year.

I should have cleaned up the kitchen last night, but I was too stressed out. The milk carton, still holding enough for a tumbler, lay on the floor. The egg shells were stuck to the wall, phone, refrigerator, and kitchen chairs.

After Peter came back from the bar, with the milk and eggs I'd asked him to pick up, he was obviously drunk and possibly stoned. The pizza I also asked him to pick up was a no-show.

"Peter, did you pick up the pizza? That's what's for dinner."

Thankfully Peter is no athlete. He flung the milk carton at me, missing without even having to dodge it. The wall wasn't so lucky. Neither was the Trimline phone. When the carton exploded, the milk dripped quietly off of everything nearby. I may have dodged the carton, but not the splash back.

Next came the eggs, one at a time. Even with his limited skills, two of the eggs shattered on me. The whole time Jodi was curled up into a tight ball on the living room couch. She looked terrified. Thankfully she isn't old enough to understand the combinations of degrading words Peter was spouting. Filing for divorce made me a heartless whore bitch slut. He cheated. What did he expect?

One of the eggs was a direct hit on the wall phone, so my left hand was colored yellow with yolk as I called nine one one. When dickhead started towards me, waves of panic washed over me. Peter had never hit me, but in his inebriated state I had my doubts. Karma smiled on me as he slipped on his milk and egg debris. After hitting his head on the edge of the table, he landed with a thud on the floor. He wasn't out, but was definitely dazed.

Grabbing Jodi, I dashed outside. The school bus, with Kenny, arrived just before the sheriff's car. Just my luck as Steve, Peter's brother, was the responding officer.

Steve was an ass. He initially accused me of assaulting Peter. I called nine one one again and requested another unit be dispatched. John, Steve's supervisor, arrived and sent Steve packing.

When John suggested that I spend the night in a motel, I chewed him a new asshole. This is my house and I won't be a victim. I may be bent, but I'm not going to let them break me.

I got the house as part of my first divorce. Kenny was the only good thing that came out of that short term disaster. My horses and Kenny voiced their displeasure when I started dating Peter. I should have listened. Guess I'm no horse whisperer. How is it that kids and animals know a person's worth?

John finally got around to asking me about the welt on my face. I explained how Peter had thrown eggs at me. John didn't have to twist my arm, when he asked if I wanted assault charges filed against Peter.

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Kenny, Jodi, and I sat cuddled on the living room couch. Peter had been removed, but my kids needed reassurance that things were going to be alright.

The delivered pizza was a bit more expensive than picking it up, but I wasn't about to cook in my mental state.

My mind drifted back to my first marriage. It was a homecoming party for Shelly. Her former boyfriends were trying their best to woo her. I don't know if my drink was spiked, but uncharacteristically I become more than a little drunk. With my lowered resistance, Frank, hubby number one, and I fucked until dawn. Of course, I missed my next period.

I should have stayed an unwed mother. He was a pompous ass and took pride in letting anyone and everyone know that he had knocked me up. We did the 'right' thing and got married.

He continued his pursuit of conquests, even though we were married. Without a pre-nuptial agreement, I landed on my feet and bought out his half of the ranch I currently live on. It's in rural Minnesota. Is that redundant? Well, they did build a mall. If you build it, they will come, and they did.

It does help that Frank's family has promptly paid Kenny's child support payments. I once told Frank that he ruined me for other men, and he took it as a compliment. Nice guy, huh?

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My divorce from Peter went smoothly, although sadly. He wanted nothing to do with me or Jodi, his own daughter. Forcing his mistress, Jean, to testify chaffed him. She is now his third wife. Our pre-nuptial agreement left Peter with the things he'd picked up off of the lawn that night.

Now I am getting somewhat regular child support payments for Jodi. I have avoided making friends with men. My horses and children are my life. The moral support from my pastor and the ladies auxiliary have given me hope.

It's been seven months since my second divorce was granted. I'm still very reserved around people. Until you've been through it, you just don't realize how much it hurts.

Terry and Jody attend the same church as I. Without the caring people of this church, I doubt that I would have made it. I haven't seen Jody for a few months and Terry seems to mope around.

Terry was sitting alone, so I thought I'd try to cheer him up.

"Mind if I join you?"

"No, not at all. You're Gayle, right?"

"You have a very good memory Terry. I haven't seen Jody recently."

Terry is a big big man. Six six and close to three hundred pounds. But my question made his eyes water.

"She left me. I haven't seen Peter around."

"We got divorced. If you don't mind me asking, why did Jody leave?"

"She's tired of loving me, she told me so. I guess she don't know, just how much she means to me. So along with all my dreams, I'm sitting fancy-free."

Now it was my turn for watering eyes.

"Terry, would you walk with me? There's no reason for people to see two grown-ups with tears in their eyes Piercing porno."

The big man didn't say a word. Together, without touching, we headed for the parking lot. Across the street was a park with benches. We sat across from each other.

"You seem lost in your thoughts Terry."

"Yeah. I'm sitting fancy free, even thou I love her still. She'd be no good to me, if I held her against her will. Even thou that girl, she's the best part of my world, along with all my dreams I'm sitting fancy-free."

I tasted the salty water from my eyes. He does understand what it feels like.

"Terry, I do know how it hurts to say goodbye."

"She did her best to stay. I can't say she did not try. I just hope the road she takes leads back to me, so along with all my dreams I'm sitting fancy-free."

I came around and pulled Terry's head into my bosom. He couldn't see how his story touched me. I wanted it that way.

"Enough about me. Why did Peter leave?"

"It's a long story, but he cheated on me. I can't live with a man I can't trust."

"The way you tensed up, I feel that there's more to the story. It hurts to talk about it, doesn't it?"

I unloaded my woes.

"It does. We were so happy together. It was my thirtieth birthday and after my kids went to bed, my sister and her husband, Shelly and Ryan, stayed. They helped clean up. Shelly and I share our private lives. She told me that one of the things they did to spice up their sex life was to use a dildo. With it gently pushed up her ass, Ryan would pump away at her vagina. Double penetration was something I'd never experienced. No way did I want anyone other than Peter, but it did sound exciting. As a gag gift, Shelly bought me a dildo.

After opening it, Ryan, Shelly, and I sat there chuckling. Peter was not amused. He shouted something like 'What the fuck is this?' before storming out of the house. The three of us sat there with dumbfounded looks on our faces."

Terry put his hands over my hands, so I couldn't quit hugging him.

"Probably not the wisest move your sister ever made."

"It never occurred to me that he'd think I'd been cheating on him, or desired another cock."

"Did he cool off after he came home?"

"No. It got ugly."

I paused, for the longest time.

"Take your time. It helped me to get my woes off of my chest. Let it out."

"I was getting ready for bed when Peter closed our bedroom door hard. He was holding the dildo and grabbed me by my hair. 'So you want other cocks huh?' I told him 'No, that's not what this is about!' Let's just say he abused me."

I paused to let a little sob out.

"Did you call the police?"

"No, but it gets worse. In the morning, I told Peter I was headed to the emergency room. He didn't say anything. When I returned home, Peter, Rory, and Jodi were gone. My attempts to reach him on his cell proved fruitless. Kenny was at a friend's house, so he and I ate alone that night."

Terry stood up, turned around, and embraced me tightly. My tear dam burst. His cuddle did wonders for my soul.

"Then what?"

"They came back the following night. Rory said that they stayed in a hotel with a pool and that Aunt Jean slept with his dad. We don't have an Aunt Jean. I don't know anyone named Jean. When I asked Peter 'Who is Jean?' he said 'Your replacement.'"

Terry hugged me a little tighter. I resumed my story.

"Peter packed a suitcase, and without another word, he left. The next day I filed for divorce. He was all apologetic, but I won't stay with a man I can't trust. A few days later he came home drunk and I ended up calling the sheriff. He hasn't even been back to see his daughter."

I cried and cried. Only later would I realize how much holding it inside had affected me.

Breaking free from our hug "Terry, would you like to come over for dinner some night?"

"Gayle, I think I'd like that very much."

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Terry came over the following Sunday. Jodi was very leery of someone that big. Although I thought it went great, Terry wouldn't accept my attempt to kiss him at the end of the evening.

"I'm sorry Gayle. It's too soon. I feel like I'm cheating on Jody."

"Trust me Terry. I can relate. For the first few months I responded to male attention that way. You'll know when the time is right, and I hope you'll remember me."

We squeezed hands, and then Terry turned and left.

Over the next few months, I fantasized over brutal revenge scenarios for Peter's abuse. How would he like a baseball bat? Maybe a fishing rod with those little eyelets? An empty whiskey bottle? I've read that road salt could cause extreme discomfort if stuffed where the sun don't shine. In the end, he wasn't worth it, although I did get some depraved satisfaction from those thoughts.

My social life was non-existent. Terry and I would talk amicably, but it appeared that nothing would light that fire between us. I was wrong.

Returning from grocery shopping, I found a vase with flowers waiting patiently on my porch. The note was simple 'Can I microwave a dinner for you and your kids? Terry'

My heart stuck in my throat. I didn't know how to get in touch with Terry. What if he wasn't at church on Sunday? After a few futile calls, I smartened up. My pastor said he would contact Terry for me, and give him my number, if Terry wanted it.

I couldn't focus, so I ordered pasta to be delivered. The night dragged on. Every few minutes I'd check the clock. Come on Terry, call me!

FINALLY, just shy of nine, my phone rang. The sound of Terry's voice made me tingle down below. Am I really that sex-starved? Apparently.

"Gayle, I think I'm over Jody enough to move on with my life. I believe I owe your family a dinner."

"Terry, tell you what. If you pick up dessert, I'll fix dinner. Does tomorrow night work?"

"Sure. Any peanut allergies?"

"No, we like any and all sweets. Six work for you?"

"How about six thirty https://theadultcams.com ?"

"You got it. Looking forward to it sir."

"Sir? Knock it off ma'am. My name is Terry."

"And I'm not ma'am, I'm Gayle."

That brought a chuckle "See you tomorrow night Gayle."

Dinner was lovely. Terry brought a chocolate peanut butter treat. This time a short lip on lip kiss and pleasurably hug ended the evening. We repeated the once a week dinner three more times before an actual date.

I wanted Terry in my bed. Choosing my outfit carefully, I found a rarely used black thong. The dress I chose was a tad short, but not slutty. The peep-toe knee high suede boots worked well with my attire. I bought a new push-up bra to make sure that Terry got an eye full. The cryptic tattoo, in my cleavage, was certain to pique his interest. Since Terry's ex-wife Jody's boobs were tiny, I knew he was interested in pawing mine. I'd caught him eyeing my cleavage on several occasions.

After a wonderful evening, I found myself in Terry's bedroom. Although I'm more of a sub than a Domme, I wasn't going to go home unfulfilled.

Rubbing hard on his pants, Terry moaned his approval. Before his jeans hit the floor, I had his cock buried deep in my mouth. I doubt that I'm that great at giving head, but as quickly as Terry filled my throat, I guess I'm not half bad.

With my arms resting atop Terry's shoulders, I stood naked before him. His well sucked cock was nodding its way back up. His pleasured hands lingered for the longest time examining my melons from all angles.

"You have very pretty eyes" gave me goosebumps.

My moans, when he nibbled on my nipples, were real. I truly enjoy a man suckling at my breasts.

I pushed Terry flat on his back and wasted no time in mounting his rigid cock. All of the men in my life have had very similar cocks, but Terry was bigger. It didn't take long for me to find the right angles and pace to tickle my fancy. I was very vocal when my orgasm washed over my body. I'm not stupid. A man needs to know that he pleased his woman.

Rolling over, keeping Terry in me, I encouraged him to resume pumping away.

"FUCK ME! OH YES! FUCK ME!" sent him over the top. He filled my pussy with a strong stream of cum. We laid quietly, creating a very large wet spot on his bed. Let the smell permeate his bedroom. I wanted him to want me as much as I wanted him.

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Jodi could sense the change in how Terry and I interacted. As we ate the cherry cheesecake, which Terry brought for dessert, she shocked me.

"Are you going to throw things at mommy?"

"Well, not throw, but I was planning on blowing kisses at her. Is that okay with you?"

"Kisses are okay."

"Want to help me?" as Terry blew me a kiss.

Jodi didn't hesitate. She blew a kiss and giggled. I hammed it up, catching and enjoying the attention.

Two months later Terry and I set a date to get married. He wanted to make sure he could get through the holiday season. I remember Christmas, after divorce number one, as being quite traumatic.

Thankfully Terry got through it without making me feeling like a fallback plan. We married in a small ceremony at our church.

The only blip in our sex life was one night when Terry accidently brushed my rosebud. I jerked away without thinking. For the next few days Terry apologized countless times. I assured him that it was harmless.

About a week later, Terry was in his recliner, holding Jodi and helping her with some educational video game. I was watching the evening news. The teaser said that a business man had been brutally assaulted. When they finally got around to telling that story, I learned that the business man was my second ex, Peter. Bystanders said he was squealing like a stuck pig. The reporter implied that a certain floor cleaning device had been used. The Lord couldn't possible approve of the smile that wouldn't leave my face.

In the morning, Terry left for work early. He's always so good about putting dishes in the sink and picking up his spills. Today there was a trail of coffee grinds leading to the trash can. This just wasn't like Terry.

Going to the kitchen closet, I pulled out what was left of our broom. The handle had been broken in two, and the top half was missing. A mixture of emotions overwhelmed me. Standing there crying, I used the short broom to clean up.

That evening, after the kids were in bed, I held up the broom.

"Terry, it looks like we need a new broom."

"I agree" as he winked.

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Sadly Rory turned out to be more than a handful. He took this divorce very hard and is now in juvenile detention. Rumor has it that drugs and petty crimes were involved. What he really needed was a stable family, and Peter just wasn't capable of that.

Jodi is male dependent, and the big goof has a heart as big as his stature. Terry and Jodi have formed a bond for the ages. Kenny and the horses also approve of Terry. How is it that kids and animals know a person's worth?

I could have ended up a three time loser, but in my case the third time was a charm. You can't win if you don't play. I'm glad I had the strength to give it a go.