It was the early 1990s my wife Misty had the office to herself, as she leisurely gazed out the window watching the occasional logging truck as it navigates its way around the tight town’s square.
She takes a deep breath as it turns a sharp right at the corner, watching the logs coming inches from the back of her beloved Chevy Nova.
“ Whoo! That was close!…Thought I was fixing to kick some truckers ass! “
She says as she lights up a Marlboro red.
Looking out into the square again she watched an old brown pickup truck park in one of the parking places. A man gets out and he walks over to a food truck.
Something about him draws Misty’s attention. She watches him closely with a feeling she knows him from somewhere before. He just appears to be an average guy from the distance wearing ragged jeans work boots and a flannel shirt with a baseball cap. His hair was long of a reddish brown color. He also had a beard.
He ordered himself a BBQ sandwich with a drink. He proceeded to eat and drink while standing next to a park bench chatting with the old men that always gathered there.
When he finished eating he looks across the street, spotting my wife’s Chevy Nova also recognizing it from his memories.
He proceeded to toss his trash into a trash can and started walking towards the car looking it over then at the real estate office it was parked in front of.
From inside the office at her desk my wife turns as white as a ghost when she finally realizes who this is.
“ That’s Aron?…That Son of a Bitch supposed to be dead? “
Was what she said just before he walks into the door.
“ Hi I’m kind of new into town and sort of looking for a place to rent or lease or whatever. “
“ Aron you ain’t new to this town! “
Misty says calling his bluff.
She sees his sparkling blue eyes light up he smiles from beneath his long nasty unkept beard.
“ You recognize me? “
“ Yes and I know some other people that’s gonna recognize you, namely my mother if she comes back…She paid for your funeral…What have you got to say to that? “
“ It wasn’t my funeral cause I’m still here! “
“ So you faked your death?…What about your wife?…Who’s been my best friend forever?…You got any idea how bad you hurt her? “
Tears started welling up in Aron’s sparkling blue eyes, yes he felt a burden of guilt weighing heavily on his heart.
Misty rolls her chair out from behind her desk she turns facing him with her legs crossed and arms folded across her chest.
“ I’m waiting! “
She said with anger in her voice, taking the last draw from her cigarette then blowing the exhaled smoke in his face before crushing out the cigarette in the ashtray.
She demanded an answer for why he put them through over a year and a half before.
“ It wasn’t my fault…I swear! It was a condition of them releasing me from prison that I had to do a job for them. “
“ Who is them? “
“ The government. “
“ What kind of job? “
“ That’s classified! “
Misty sighs as she processed his answers.
“ When me and Shirley was just girls! You went on trial for armed robbery! Right there at that courthouse! “
Misty pointed across the square to the courthouse.
“ Am I right or wrong? “
Misty says in a raised voice.
“ Yeah I was on trial a lot of times there.”
“ I mean the time that you were finally sent away? “
Aron nods his head shamefully.
“ Then years later they let you out for what?…8 moths or close to a year, where you start your life over getting a job and getting married? Oh and by the way this caused Shirley’s daddy to die from a heart attack!…Did you know that man loved you like a son? “
Aron starts to break down.
“ I’m sorry…I’m sorry!…I didn’t mean to hurt everyone! “
“ So if your here? As you appear to be! Who’s in the grave over at the cemetery? “
“ I don’t know the government did all that, that’s how they do these things. “
“ So you expect me to believe the government kills you off so you could go kill off some third world dictator on the other side of the world? “
“ Sort of like that but all that’s classified so I can’t talk about it. “
“ You’re a robber a thief and a thug!…You expect me to believe the government is gonna use trash like you to do a job like that? “
“ Like I said before I can’t talk about it. “
“ Okay then answer me this. Why out of all the places you could have gone to start over?…Why here? “
“ Because this is home. “
Misty listened to his answer as she looks him into his crying eyes.
“ Okay then how do you think you’re gonna make all this right with us?…Assuming that that’s why you’re here? “
She patiently waits for his answer.
“ First of all how much did the funeral cost!…I’ll be glad to pay your mother whatever she wants. “
He starts to reach for his wallet.
“ The money is not the point Arron! “
Misty pointed out.
Things like love, loyalty, friendship or companionship can not truly be bought with money.
Those things have to be legitimately earned.
“ What about Shirley? How do you honestly think you’re gonna make this up to her? “
“ There is a florist just down the street? I was planning on going there next? “
“ A fruit basket with a caring card ain’t gonna cut it Arron! “
“ Yeah I know. I don’t know yet. “
“ What about me Aron? What you gonna do for me? “
My wife said to him still crossing her sexy hosed legs. He watched as her high heeled pump fell slightly from her foot. He then noticed her eyeing his crotch.
He reached for the snap and zipper of his Wranglers and it was just like he’d let the horse out of the barn.
Misty suddenly gasps at the length and girth of it.
Another logging truck passes by, Arron’s massive cock could easily be compared to a huge pine log in Misty’s mind.
Misty sat there cock shocked with her jaw dropped as she stares at it.
Arron knew then he had my wife under his spell.
“ Unbutton your blouse and take out your tits! “
Arron said testing her.
Without a word of protest she complies.
He stepped over to her and roughly groped her for a moment.
“ Looks like they’ve gotten bigger, since I’ve seen you last? “
Misty just nods allowing him to play.
“ Now you fucking Cunt! Get on your knees and get busy! “
Without hesitation my wife was on the floor grasping his huge girth into her soft small hand.
“ It’s so big??? “
“ Yeah that’s what all the women say! “
Arron says to himself confidently.
“ You still dating that looser you were with last time we fucked? “
“ That’s my husband. We were married then. “
Misty said reminding him.
“ I bet my cock is bigger and better than his? “
“ Oh yeah! “
Misty said in agreement as she opens wide, feeling his cock stretching her mouth.
She gags and chokes trying to get him down her throat.
After about five minutes he grabs her long hair pulling her back to her feet, with authority he throws onto her desk, snatching her skirt down and powerfully rips her thong completely off.
Bent over her desk she lets out a blood curdling squeal as he shoved his cock into her tight cunt.
My wife grabs a hold of the desk for support, her big tits hang and swing as she’s fucked hard looking straight out the window. The blinds are open, people walking by can easily see her getting fucked.
“ Wow!…Wish that was me right now! “
A young woman says passing by hearing Misty’s moans and cries.
Yeah when Arron fucks you you just don’t moan you squeal, cry and may even beg for mercy, as a lot of men did during his stay in prison.
After about 10 minutes of animal like sex.
Arron’s cock was hitting bottom and still he had plenty of dick to go.
Arron says in a demanding voice.
“ Where is your lube? “
Misty pouring sweat and gasping for breath, stretched and slung open one of the desk drawers.
Arron looked over and picked up the jar of Vaseline.
He pulls out of my wife’s spent cunt, it felt gapped open enough that a fucking freight train could pass through it.
With a look of fear on her face, and tears and sweat streaking her makeup, she watched Arron slather up the lube onto his cock.
“ Please be gentle. “
My wife begs him, knowing it’s no use for her to say no.
As her pussy whipped husband Misty always tells me no.
I don’t get my way with her, I guess cause I’m pussy whipped or just a pussy myself that she can just push around and get her way.
But Arron here is the rough guy, and he always gets his way.
Misty feels her but cheeks being parted then his massive mushroom tip pushing in, followed by his thick base spreading and stretching her ass wide.
She turned around grabbing his arm holding on for dear life with the look of pure agony on her face.
He nods acknowledging her pain but doesn’t do nothing but fuck her harder.
She moans and comes repeatedly by his big balls slapping against her cunt.
Misty leans forward and looks downward at her chubby belly, feeling his big dick up inside her stomach.
“ When I cum!…I want to see it shoot out your mouth! “
“ Shit!…Is that a thing? “
Misty asks herself with a gulp.
Taking the pounding that she was that didn’t seem to be out of possibility.
Misty’s finally comes her last orgasm, by this point she was spent and felt almost as if she was just a dead carcass lying there across her desk.
Arron then grabbed her waist she feels him balls deep inside her as he explodes filling her bowels with his hot seed.
Finally he pulls out and smacked her ass hard.
“ I told you I wanted to see my cum shoot out your mouth! “
Misty then collapsed into her leather chair. His cum oozes and puddles into the soft leather of the chair, as she sits there legs wide, cunt gapped, ass leaking and tits sagging.
“ Damn girl! You look like pure Hell! “
He said zipping up his cock.
He then took out his wallet and took out $5,000.00 in cash and dropped it on her desk.
“ If the funeral cost more than that, let me know!…I don’t want your mother hanging that bull shit over my head! And don’t tell Shirley I’m back! “
He then exits the office goes back to his truck and drives away.
My wife sits there in a daze for a minute before getting to her feet. She wobbles about in her high heels, as she locks the door and closes the blinds.
She then kicks off her heels and weakly wobbles to the bathroom and takes a hot shower reflecting on what just happened to her.
She takes a deep breath as it turns a sharp right at the corner, watching the logs coming inches from the back of her beloved Chevy Nova.
“ Whoo! That was close!…Thought I was fixing to kick some truckers ass! “
She says as she lights up a Marlboro red.
Looking out into the square again she watched an old brown pickup truck park in one of the parking places. A man gets out and he walks over to a food truck.
Something about him draws Misty’s attention. She watches him closely with a feeling she knows him from somewhere before. He just appears to be an average guy from the distance wearing ragged jeans work boots and a flannel shirt with a baseball cap. His hair was long of a reddish brown color. He also had a beard.
He ordered himself a BBQ sandwich with a drink. He proceeded to eat and drink while standing next to a park bench chatting with the old men that always gathered there.
When he finished eating he looks across the street, spotting my wife’s Chevy Nova also recognizing it from his memories.
He proceeded to toss his trash into a trash can and started walking towards the car looking it over then at the real estate office it was parked in front of.
From inside the office at her desk my wife turns as white as a ghost when she finally realizes who this is.
“ That’s Aron?…That Son of a Bitch supposed to be dead? “
Was what she said just before he walks into the door.
“ Hi I’m kind of new into town and sort of looking for a place to rent or lease or whatever. “
“ Aron you ain’t new to this town! “
Misty says calling his bluff.
She sees his sparkling blue eyes light up he smiles from beneath his long nasty unkept beard.
“ You recognize me? “
“ Yes and I know some other people that’s gonna recognize you, namely my mother if she comes back…She paid for your funeral…What have you got to say to that? “
“ It wasn’t my funeral cause I’m still here! “
“ So you faked your death?…What about your wife?…Who’s been my best friend forever?…You got any idea how bad you hurt her? “
Tears started welling up in Aron’s sparkling blue eyes, yes he felt a burden of guilt weighing heavily on his heart.
Misty rolls her chair out from behind her desk she turns facing him with her legs crossed and arms folded across her chest.
“ I’m waiting! “
She said with anger in her voice, taking the last draw from her cigarette then blowing the exhaled smoke in his face before crushing out the cigarette in the ashtray.
She demanded an answer for why he put them through over a year and a half before.
“ It wasn’t my fault…I swear! It was a condition of them releasing me from prison that I had to do a job for them. “
“ Who is them? “
“ The government. “
“ What kind of job? “
“ That’s classified! “
Misty sighs as she processed his answers.
“ When me and Shirley was just girls! You went on trial for armed robbery! Right there at that courthouse! “
Misty pointed across the square to the courthouse.
“ Am I right or wrong? “
Misty says in a raised voice.
“ Yeah I was on trial a lot of times there.”
“ I mean the time that you were finally sent away? “
Aron nods his head shamefully.
“ Then years later they let you out for what?…8 moths or close to a year, where you start your life over getting a job and getting married? Oh and by the way this caused Shirley’s daddy to die from a heart attack!…Did you know that man loved you like a son? “
Aron starts to break down.
“ I’m sorry…I’m sorry!…I didn’t mean to hurt everyone! “
“ So if your here? As you appear to be! Who’s in the grave over at the cemetery? “
“ I don’t know the government did all that, that’s how they do these things. “
“ So you expect me to believe the government kills you off so you could go kill off some third world dictator on the other side of the world? “
“ Sort of like that but all that’s classified so I can’t talk about it. “
“ You’re a robber a thief and a thug!…You expect me to believe the government is gonna use trash like you to do a job like that? “
“ Like I said before I can’t talk about it. “
“ Okay then answer me this. Why out of all the places you could have gone to start over?…Why here? “
“ Because this is home. “
Misty listened to his answer as she looks him into his crying eyes.
“ Okay then how do you think you’re gonna make all this right with us?…Assuming that that’s why you’re here? “
She patiently waits for his answer.
“ First of all how much did the funeral cost!…I’ll be glad to pay your mother whatever she wants. “
He starts to reach for his wallet.
“ The money is not the point Arron! “
Misty pointed out.
Things like love, loyalty, friendship or companionship can not truly be bought with money.
Those things have to be legitimately earned.
“ What about Shirley? How do you honestly think you’re gonna make this up to her? “
“ There is a florist just down the street? I was planning on going there next? “
“ A fruit basket with a caring card ain’t gonna cut it Arron! “
“ Yeah I know. I don’t know yet. “
“ What about me Aron? What you gonna do for me? “
My wife said to him still crossing her sexy hosed legs. He watched as her high heeled pump fell slightly from her foot. He then noticed her eyeing his crotch.
He reached for the snap and zipper of his Wranglers and it was just like he’d let the horse out of the barn.
Misty suddenly gasps at the length and girth of it.
Another logging truck passes by, Arron’s massive cock could easily be compared to a huge pine log in Misty’s mind.
Misty sat there cock shocked with her jaw dropped as she stares at it.
Arron knew then he had my wife under his spell.
“ Unbutton your blouse and take out your tits! “
Arron said testing her.
Without a word of protest she complies.
He stepped over to her and roughly groped her for a moment.
“ Looks like they’ve gotten bigger, since I’ve seen you last? “
Misty just nods allowing him to play.
“ Now you fucking Cunt! Get on your knees and get busy! “
Without hesitation my wife was on the floor grasping his huge girth into her soft small hand.
“ It’s so big??? “
“ Yeah that’s what all the women say! “
Arron says to himself confidently.
“ You still dating that looser you were with last time we fucked? “
“ That’s my husband. We were married then. “
Misty said reminding him.
“ I bet my cock is bigger and better than his? “
“ Oh yeah! “
Misty said in agreement as she opens wide, feeling his cock stretching her mouth.
She gags and chokes trying to get him down her throat.
After about five minutes he grabs her long hair pulling her back to her feet, with authority he throws onto her desk, snatching her skirt down and powerfully rips her thong completely off.
Bent over her desk she lets out a blood curdling squeal as he shoved his cock into her tight cunt.
My wife grabs a hold of the desk for support, her big tits hang and swing as she’s fucked hard looking straight out the window. The blinds are open, people walking by can easily see her getting fucked.
“ Wow!…Wish that was me right now! “
A young woman says passing by hearing Misty’s moans and cries.
Yeah when Arron fucks you you just don’t moan you squeal, cry and may even beg for mercy, as a lot of men did during his stay in prison.
After about 10 minutes of animal like sex.
Arron’s cock was hitting bottom and still he had plenty of dick to go.
Arron says in a demanding voice.
“ Where is your lube? “
Misty pouring sweat and gasping for breath, stretched and slung open one of the desk drawers.
Arron looked over and picked up the jar of Vaseline.
He pulls out of my wife’s spent cunt, it felt gapped open enough that a fucking freight train could pass through it.
With a look of fear on her face, and tears and sweat streaking her makeup, she watched Arron slather up the lube onto his cock.
“ Please be gentle. “
My wife begs him, knowing it’s no use for her to say no.
As her pussy whipped husband Misty always tells me no.
I don’t get my way with her, I guess cause I’m pussy whipped or just a pussy myself that she can just push around and get her way.
But Arron here is the rough guy, and he always gets his way.
Misty feels her but cheeks being parted then his massive mushroom tip pushing in, followed by his thick base spreading and stretching her ass wide.
She turned around grabbing his arm holding on for dear life with the look of pure agony on her face.
He nods acknowledging her pain but doesn’t do nothing but fuck her harder.
She moans and comes repeatedly by his big balls slapping against her cunt.
Misty leans forward and looks downward at her chubby belly, feeling his big dick up inside her stomach.
“ When I cum!…I want to see it shoot out your mouth! “
“ Shit!…Is that a thing? “
Misty asks herself with a gulp.
Taking the pounding that she was that didn’t seem to be out of possibility.
Misty’s finally comes her last orgasm, by this point she was spent and felt almost as if she was just a dead carcass lying there across her desk.
Arron then grabbed her waist she feels him balls deep inside her as he explodes filling her bowels with his hot seed.
Finally he pulls out and smacked her ass hard.
“ I told you I wanted to see my cum shoot out your mouth! “
Misty then collapsed into her leather chair. His cum oozes and puddles into the soft leather of the chair, as she sits there legs wide, cunt gapped, ass leaking and tits sagging.
“ Damn girl! You look like pure Hell! “
He said zipping up his cock.
He then took out his wallet and took out $5,000.00 in cash and dropped it on her desk.
“ If the funeral cost more than that, let me know!…I don’t want your mother hanging that bull shit over my head! And don’t tell Shirley I’m back! “
He then exits the office goes back to his truck and drives away.
My wife sits there in a daze for a minute before getting to her feet. She wobbles about in her high heels, as she locks the door and closes the blinds.
She then kicks off her heels and weakly wobbles to the bathroom and takes a hot shower reflecting on what just happened to her.
