Fifty-Three Dollars

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I picked the girls up at nine and we drove over to the gas station to get the Mustang. Mon drove my truck and followed me over to Ray's Collision. Ray looked over the car and asked me the same question that he always asked me every time I brought him a car to paint.

"You going to keep this one or sell it?"

My stock answer had always been, "Don't know. Can't make up my mind."

This time I knew the answer.

"Sell it."

That caught him by surprise.

"Are you sure?

"Yep. Need the money."

"I just may have someone who will want it. What are you going to ask for it?"

I gave him a figure and he told me that he thought it was reasonable. I knew he was wondering why I was so quick to make up my mind. It was simple. I wanted the money. I really didn't need it, but I wanted it. I wanted it because I was certain – dead certain – that I was going to marry Monica and I was going to want to get us out of apartments and into a house. It wasn't going to be a problem doing it because I had the money to do it, but I wanted to pay cash and not have to finance it. I had a little over 415K in the bank in the form of checking accounts, savings accounts and certificates of deposit. I even had a money market account with a broker that I knew and trusted. My brother. But I wasn't sure that it was enough to get the house I wanted so I wanted to add to it.

Why was I living in an apartment if I had that much in the bank? Simple. Living alone I didn't need more than an apartment, but after Karen and before Monica I hadn't met a woman I cared enough about to eve consider anything other than an apartment.

How come I had so much in the bank? My dad was in the insurance business and when Karen and I married he convinced me to by life insurance. Because of my age and Karen's age at the time I was able to get a 250K policy on each of us for a reasonable amount. The policy had the standard double indemnity clause and when Karen was killed I received 500K. I had credit cards, but I rarely used them preferring to deal in cash. I kept adding to the account when I sold the cars I bought and rebuilt. When I sold the car part of the proceeds went to purchase my next project and the rest went into the bank.

Financially I was in great shape. My Silverado was only five months old and it was paid for. I had a 401k at work and it was company matching up to five percent and I was putting ten percent of my pay into it every payday.

Ray gave me a couple of leads on vehicles that I might want to consider for my next project and then I left the Mustang in his capable hands and left.

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We drove to the park and let Mel play and around one I got out the picnic basket that I had packed and we ate. I had the girl's home by three and then I went home, showered and changed to get ready for my evening out with Monica. I picked her up at six and for a change I didn't ask her where she wanted to go or what she wanted to do. I wanted a real night out with her and not a "Just take me to your bedroom" night.

We had dinner at Duke's Steak House and then I took her to The Pit for drinks and dancing. We had a pretty good time and around eleven we went back to my apartment. Mon had found a babysitter that could spend the night so she didn't have to rush home. A good thing since we didn't run me out of steam until three in the morning.

Mon was gone when I woke up at nine. I fixed myself some breakfast and then I did my laundry and cleaned the apartment until one when I picked the girl's up and headed for my parents house for the Sunday afternoon barbecue.

It was a family gathering and in addition to my parents my brother, sister, their spouses and their five kids were there. I owed my siblings a lot. Before they got married and started producing offspring I, as the oldest, was under considerable pressure to give my parents grandchildren. I could never convince them that Karen just wasn't going to let me get her pregnant. When Ron married Wanda and Wanda popped out twin girls and a boy a year and a half later the pressure was off me. Then Julie married Mike and in the space of three years they produced a grandson and a granddaughter I stopped hearing from my mother about not giving her grandbabies.

My entire family seemed taken by Monica and Melanie. Ron's youngest and both of Julie's were close in age to Mel and she was immediately involved in playing with them. Mom, Wanda and Julie quickly stripped Monica away from me, no doubt to get the dirt on me (and give up some at the same time) and I ended up relieving dad on the grill so he could have a beer or two and shoot the shit with Ron and Mike. It was a good day and as we were getting ready to leave both mom and Julie told me that I'd be a fool to let Mon get away.

"She is perfect for you" Julie said.

On the way home Monica said that she really liked my family and Mel said that she hoped that she could see Jack, Marvin and Jessica again.

"They were really fun to play with."

I dropped the girl's off, got kisses from both of them and then headed for my apartment and bed.

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On the drive home Sunday Monica told me that she and Mel had to go see her mother so she doubted that she would see me before Tuesday. Monday when I got off work I went to look at a couple of the prospects that Ray had given me for my next rebuilding project. I found a '91 Silverado that I liked the looks of and I made the man an offer and he accepted it. I wrote him a check and called Westside Towing and arranged to have the pickup moved to the gas station.

Tuesday through Friday were pretty much carbon copies of the previous week except that on Wednesday after bowling Mon told me that we were invited to her parent's for dinner on Saturday.

Saturday I met her parents and I immediately liked them and I got the impression that they liked me. They kept Mel overnight so when I took Monica home I spent the night and it carried over until noon the next day. I came to the conclusion that Mon was insatiable and that the only reasons that I was able to stay with her were my daily trips to the gym. There was a 24 Hour Fitness Center three blocks from where I worked and I spent most of my lunch hours there working out.

I took Mon to the Red Robin for lunch and then we went over and picked up Melanie. We ended up staying at her parent's for dinner and then I took the girl's home.

Monday after work I went over to the paint shop. I'd called Ray and told him that I would be by and when I got there he introduced me to a man who was interested in buying the car. I gave him my price and he took it and wrote me a check on the spot. I swung by a flower shop on the way home and I bought two flower arrangements – one for Monica and one for Mel – and I stopped by Mon's apartment and gave them to the girl's. I got kisses from both of them and headed home.

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The next two months went by pretty much as repeats of the previous weeks and then I decided that it was time to make it happen or start to back away from potential heartbreak. It was a Saturday and Mon had a sleep over babysitter. We went out for dinner, stopped for a few drinks and some dancing and then went back to my place. I fixed Monica a drink and then I took a knee and asked her to marry me.

She didn't light up, become all smiles and jump for joy. She looked away from me and seemed hesitant to speak. Finally she looked at me and said:

"I've been dreading this and hoping that it wouldn't happen. I've been very happy with our relationship honey, but I guess it is confession time for me and you may want to withdraw your proposal when you hear what I have to say. I told you before that I was pretty much a slut up until I hooked up with Dan, but I never told you the full story.

"I started my journey as a cock loving slut in high school. A week after the senior prom and two days after my eighteenth birthday I gave my cherry to Drew who was our next door neighbor's nineteen year old son and I loved it. After that first time we did it everywhere we could any time we could find the time to do it. We went to a party one night and I got a little high on alcohol and Drew and I snuck off and found a bedroom. We got it on and after Drew came he got up and had to go and take a leak. Minutes later we were back at it. Halfway into it I discovered that it wasn't Drew. It was some guy who had wandered into the room and had seen me lying on the bed with my legs spread wide and no panties on. I didn't care. I was being fucked and I was loving it. The guy finished and wasn't out of me a second before Drew was back in. Drew finished and another guy climbed on. I was told later that nine guys fucked me that night and three of them more than once.

"After that night I was pretty much a slut for Drew and his buddies. Threesomes, foursomes, gangbangs; I did them all and I did them willingly. After graduation I went to the local community college. Drew and most of the other guys I partied with had athletic scholarships to four year schools, but Drew had a cousin who was going to the community college and he hooked us up. Archie ran with a bunch of bikers and I rode with Archie. At first it was just Archie, but later it was the whole biker gang.

"I found out that the rule was that for the first month you were just the old lady of the guy you rode with, but after a month you were the whole clubs to use. You were clued in during that first month so you could bail out if you wanted to. If you were still there after that first month it was taken for granted that you knew what you were letting yourself in for. I couldn't wait for that first month to be up so I could get back to threesomes, foursomes and pulling trains. I wasn't forced and I wasn't drugged; I just loved to fuck.

"The second semester my first class was Business Law and the guy who sat next to me on my right was Dan. I know most people do mot believe in love at first sight, but that is the only way that I can describe what happened between Dan and me. I quit the biker gang cold, put all thoughts of multiple partners aside and concentrated solely on Dan. We got married and I expected to live happily ever after.

"Dan was upfront about not wanting any kids and he made sure that I understood that before we got married. Then the pill failed me. Hindsight being twenty-twenty I guess I should have backed up the pill with a diaphragm, but I didn't and I ended up pregnant. Dan said it wasn't a problem and we would just arrange to abort. I refused. Even though I really didn't want to be a mother I just couldn't go the abortion route. Dan and I fought over it until it was too late to have the procedure and that's when he stomped out of the house and joined the Army.

"I was angry at him for what he did and after he'd been gone a month I said a mental "Fuck you asshole" and I called up Archie. He spent two days in my bed and on the third day he brought Max with him and the next day it was Max and Ted. The guys thought it was great fucking a married pregnant woman and I was back to multiple partners and gangbangs and loving it. I was on the back of Archie's ride on my way to pull a train when my water broke.

"I got the news about Dan's death a month after Melanie was born and I'm sorry to say that it didn't have any affect on me at all. He had abandoned me and as far as I was concerned it was a case of good riddance. When the doctor told me that I was cleared to go back to having sexual relations I parked Melanie with my parents for the weekend and called Archie. I spent Saturday with him and Sunday with him, Ted and Max. By the time I got to my parents house to pick up Melanie I was feeling guilty over leaving her. For the next week Archie and several others spent the nights at my place and then one night while I was in a foursome Melanie started crying and I was so into the sex that I kept on going and let her cry. When the guys were done with me and she was still crying I finally woke up to what I had done and the real guilt hit me. That night caused me to pull my head out of my ass and to start being the best mother to Melanie that I could be. I doubt that you want to be married to a woman like that."

"I probably wouldn't want to be married to a woman like that, but that isn't you now is it. You put all of that behind you and concentrated on being Melanie's mother. What you did in the past is none of my business. It's the woman you are now that I'm asking to marry me. There are a few things behind me that I'm not all that proud of. The past is past. Our life started that day in King Soopers. Anything before that day has no part in our life now."

"It isn't that simple honey. The guys who did me are around and it is inevitable that someday we will run into some of them. They were a crude bunch and I can just imagine some of the things they will say or try and do. I don't know that you will want to put yourself in a position to have to put up with it."

"They are the ones that need to worry. If I have to fight the whole bunch of them as far as I'm concerned you are worth it."

"You really mean that?"

"You know I do. Besides, you know I've always wanted kids and that the only way I'm going to have any is marry a woman who has them. I know for a fact that Melanie will be okay with it. You have to marry me for Melanie's sake if for no other reason."

"Well I guess that if it is what Melanie wants I'll have to say yes."

We were married in a civil ceremony with her parents and my parents as witnesses. We bought a four bedroom house on ten acres. A bedroom for us, one for Melanie, one turned into a home office and one for use as a guest room. It had a three car garage and I had a lift installed in one of the bays so I'd be able to continue my hobby of rebuilding vehicles. We settled in to live the good life.

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Three years into the marriage the first big problem showed up. There had been a few little ones along the way. Some of her old fuck buddies did say and try a few things, but some broken noses, black eyes and sorely hurting testicles put an end to most of it. A four day hospital stay for Archie kind of drove the point home that I didn't take kindly to their actions.

The big problem came from Monica's work place. She came home from work one night and told me that she had a major problem.

"Alex, one of the sales agents in the office had a friend stop by and visit him a couple of days ago. The friend was one of the bikers I ran with back when I was a wild child and Barney recognized me. Apparently some pictures were taken of me during one of the trains I pulled and Alex told me that Barney had given the photos to hi. Alex wants me to fuck him or he will send copies to you, pass the photos around the office and also in the two restaurants where we sometimes have lunch."

"You will have to do it here at the house."

"What!! Are you out of your fucking mind?!!"

"Not at all. We just need to get him where I can get my hands on him in private. You tell him that I will be out of town for three days and he needs to come here because I call every night I'm out of town and you need to be here to take the call. Tease him a little. Ask him if he wouldn't like to be doing you on my bed and be in your pussy while you were talking to me. I'll bet that he will jump at the chance."

And he did.

Monica told him that she put Melanie to bed at nine and that I usually called around ten so if he could get there at nine-thirty they could be well on their way by the time that I called. She told him that he had to be gone by six in the morning before Melanie got up. Then she told him if he was good he could come back the other two nights I would be gone.

He knocked on the door at nine twenty-five and Monica answered the door naked except for a pair of 'come fuck me' pumps. She led him to the bedroom telling him that she wanted him in her ass when I called.

"I never let my hubby have my ass so you will be the first one in it since Barney and his buddies."

I was behind the bedroom door when he came into the room and he never knew what hit him. He went down and I kicked him in the nuts a couple of times and a couple of more times in the ribs. I picked him up, tossed him on the bed, stripped him and then tied him spread eagled to the bedposts. I put a ball gag in his mouth while Mon put on a robe and went out into the kitchen and then came back with a very sharp boning knife. Then we waited for Alex to become a little more aware of his situation.

When he started tugging on the ropes that had him tied down I said:

"Welcome to Rob's House of Horrors. I hope to make your stay with us as painful as possible. You need to know up front that I don't take kindly to guys who try to fuck my wife and make me a cuckold. In fact it pisses me off severally. Pisses me off to the point where I really want to hurt them. Want to hurt them bad.

"Monica and I are in disagreement about what I should do. I want to cut your dick off one inch at a time, but Monica says that I should castrate you and leave you your dick. That way every time you looked at it you would be reminded that you couldn't use it any more because of what you tried to do to her.

"I'm interested in what you think I should do. Oh hell. Stupid me. You can't talk with that gag in your mouth can you. But if I take it out yours screams will wake up the neighbors and we wouldn't want that now would we?"

I pulled on a pair of rubber gloves and then asked Mon to hand me the knife.

"No. I want to be the one to do it. I'm the one he was trying to blackmail."

She pulled on a pair of rubber gloves, came over to the bed and took Alex's cock in her hand.

She looked into his eyes and said, "This is what you wanted right? Me and your cock getting together?"

She stroked his cock a couple of times and put the knife against it.

"One inch at a time. I'll leave you an inch so you will have something to look at to remind you of what you used to have."

Just as she started to make the cut – I let her break the skin – I said:

"Hold up Mon; I just thought of something. We need to know where the photos are."

"Damn it Rob! I'm ready to do this. I'm all psyched up and I want to do it."

"Just hold on; you still might be able to. He tells me what I want to know or I turn you loose on him."

I took the ball gag out of Alex's mouth and he blubbered, "Don't do it. Please God don't do it. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I swear to God I didn't mean it."

"Didn't mean what?" Monica asked.

"I don't have any pictures. It was a bluff. Barney told me about you and I saw a way to get you. Barney didn't have pictures. I lied. I swear on my mother's grave that I lied."

"What do you think Mon?"

"I don't know. He was awful sure of himself when he approached me about it."

"You never saw any pictures?"

"No. He pulled his shit on me and I hurried home and told you. We made our plans and then I went to work and set it up for him to be here tonight."

While we were talking Alex's dick was bleeding from where Monica had nicked it and Alex was staring at the blood oozing out of it.

"There is another matter. We need to know who he might have told that he was going to be here tonight and what he was going to be doing."

Alex blubbered, "No one. I swear! I didn't tell no one. If I'd of told they would have wanted in. I wanted to keep her for myself. I'm telling the truth here. Please. I'm begging you. Please God don't hurt me."

I stared at him in silence for a bit and then said, "It is up to you Mon. I'll leave it in your hands" and then I looked at Alex and said "Pun intended" since his cock was still in Monica's hand with the knife only a fraction of an inch away from it.

Monica squeezed his cock and he screamed, but then she let loose of it.