Book 3, my final wife.

Chapter 1

My new status as single man had stared and was just now sinking in. When I got home, I checked for messages and found none. It was sitting at the table in the carafe by my right hand. Once again I was a bundle of nervous energy, so I downed my black coffee and decided to go out for long walk, who knew, it might be fun. There was an area that was all small streets, lower end, grungy houses and sub-standard services lent the cramped burb a depressed and dirty feel. I felt right at home. Soon the town came alive; street vendors openly sold a large selection of spring-operated knives, highly illegal, cheap and effective. All kinds, all sizes, all finishes. A guy two tables over was openly selling hand guns. Mostly he carried small calibre Deringers, a few bigger guns but no bullets. There was drugs of all kinds and the girls started going up to their work areas. I liked this place. The energy, the charm even its stink, I loved it all but you had to be aware of your situation at all times or you could get really hurt. I always avoided dead ends; alleys that afforded cover their actions while hiding you from sight. Things seemed reasonably safe so I made my way into the small town as far as I Intended to go. I saw a bright red figure some distance away and made my way towards it. As I got closer to her, I could make out shoulder length brown hair. Eventually, I was close enough to her to talk to her. She was a healthy looking girl but her voice was off, I didn’t make the connection but then she said, I’m a boy, not a girl. I stopped in my tracks. It felt like an hour had passed but it was more like seconds as every emotion and thought poured through my mind. The first emotion was revulsion, followed by an automatic refusal, then I asked myself why? Why did this person trigger such negative emotions, I realized that it was decades of societal negative press, and I was never one to be a good boy and did what I was told. I stopped in my tracks and invited her (him) for a drink. She (he) happily accepted my offer. The person before me looked every bit a woman, surely, not a stunner but decent looking. We went to a nearby terrasse and I let her order what she wanted that bought my confused mind a bit of time to sort out what I was doing. I was straight, right? She talked a bit but seemingly understood my need for quiet and settled into her drink, like another guy would understand what I was thinking of. As we sat, I decided to go for it. I mean I had been second guessing myself for years. The worse that would happen was that I’d leave no worse for wear and that little voice in my head telling me that I liked men could finally shut up. Either that or I have one more issue to resolve.  Want to go? I asked gesturing to a nearby hotel. No, I don’t like those places, you want to go to my place she offered. I took her up on it, she lived just off the downtown core but even a little meant a lot in this town, and I didn’t have to pay a parking meter. No sooner that we were inside than “she” ran into my arms. I like affection like anybody else but the idea of kissing another guy on the lips was just too much for me. He got the message and backed off letting his dress fall to the floor, there were no tits, he dropped his panties and there before me was the first seven inches I’d ever seen in this situation. The compulsion was so strong that I was half way down before I realized what I was doing. I was going to suck this guys cock right there. I did and before long we were both naked in bed in a 69 situation. He tried to stick it in my ass but it wouldn’t stay hard. He offered me his ass but I was not ready for that so he gave me a blowjob. Now, I’ve had some great blowjobs from some very skilled women, but nothing matched the intensity of that climax. I left his place confused smelling like I had been with another man but somehow vindicated, I had no answers regarding my sexuality, but I felt great. Not more attracted to men and still wanting pussy but as if I had done something correctly for once. I went home and went to bed. The next day, I ran a few errands and went to work. Night shift was always the same, it was crazy busy during shift changes with at least six thousand people punching out to go home and as many punching in for their evening shifts. By eight PM things had died down enough so hat I could leave central in the hands of my number two and go round back to please as many ladies as needed pleasing. I wasn’t surprised that Donna didn’t show up but Dar. Dar always showed up for her hand job. I shrugged my shoulders and looked over the memo’s from the previous shift. Before too long though, there was a light knock at my door and I answered, it was Pam. Pam was a pretty woman, married, three kids and about four hundred pounds. I liked her bubbly character and the mischievous bounce in her big brown eyes. She just wanted to talk, as I said, I liked her, so it was no great hardship. When an intelligent, witty and sweet woman like her gets fat like this it’s a telltale sign of depression. It was never so obvious than when I’d listen to her. Such hopes for the future, so many frustrated dreams and several hint about how I was somehow the cure for her poor choices. I did what I do best in these circumstances, I play stupid and blind. Finally, her break was over I let her hug me before she left. I wouldn’t see her again for two years. Shortly after Pam left, there was another knock at my door. It was Joyce, a project manager from another compound. Joyce was a pretty girl with long black hair that was always pinned up in a pony tail. Her body was round, just that side of comfortable but not my normal fare. I heard that this was the place to come if a girl wants her itch scratched, I had really matured in my old age. I was about to say something about it depends where the itch was. I could be mean to fat girls. But I didn’t instead I said, I aim to please and she let herself in. It amazed me how some people look exactly the same naked as they do when dressed. At about twenty-five Joyce was just such a person. She peeled out of her jeans and granny panties as she moved I could see the deep, dark crack in her big, white, unblemished ass. The young woman did not take off or even open her shirt. Eat me out and fuck me, you can cum in me if you want. How are you for birth control? I asked not wanting to father a kid with her. She turned around and there was a fabric pad stuck to the side of her waste. Here you go, no kids for me. She answered and I made my way to her moist pussy, she was shaved and smelled delightful as my tongue darted in and out of her slimy orifice, indeed she was itchy. I lay her on the coats and rammed my cock roughly up her womanhood making her groan. I could feel her insides becoming resistant and checked my watch it was ten forty so I would cum in this little tramp. As her cervix tightened, I rammed it into her warm wetness harder and harder until my organ broke through into her uterus making her squeal with pleasure or pain, I was beyond caring. I slammed it into her over and over and she started to swear at me and call me names both good and bad. I slammed my pelvis into hers repeatedly causing her to gasp and call me a horny bastard as her body tightened to the max. Fuck you! She cried out and collapsed on top is my makeshift bed. She went breathless and was completely slack inside. This, I realized, whatever this was, it was over. She was in no shape to go any farther. I smiled, Joyce was not the first woman that had overestimated her sexual prowess and left ma hanging. How did you do that? You were the best I ever had. She said and I was sure I knew where she was going. Would you be interested in a long-term relationship? You are my kind of man. Again, I smiled, Its not that I don’t like you but I just got out of a marriage and am not looking for another, not just now. Oh, too bad, she said wiping her personals with a tissue before putting her pants up and leaving. As she walked out of the office, he turned to me and said, if you change your mind, come and see me. Thanks’ I replied and closed the door. I decided to head back to the main station where I ran into Sylvie, she had been giving me come hither looks ever since the last time I spoke to her. She was as dumb as she was pretty and that is saying a lot. I knew for a fact that the first guy that played hide the salami with her was going to find himself buying diapers in no time. It wasn’t for me, I didn’t want to have a kid out of marriage and I would never marry Sylvie. She told me about this great looking boy she met. This was the first of several times on her part that she tried to make me jealous. It didn’t work, I congratulated her on her new relationship and wished her well. The sun was just coming up when my relief arrived. By the time I got home, the frustrated load that didn’t find its way into Joyce’ uterus wanted to exit. I knew better than to try to ignore it, I’d end up fidgeting my day away and I had to be back at work early this evening. I went to Mary’s, but she couldn’t spend time as she was on her way to work. It was my day as five minutes from Mary’s house, I spotted a tall, stacked red head.