I met Jax when I was a sophomore in high school. A couple of thugs were making life hard for me. I had just moved into the Morrison High School student service area. I had no friends. These two guys were real brutes and as big as football players although they were more into fighting under the stands than playing football.

Jackson Pendergraft III was a strange sort of guy. He seemed to be a loner. He dressed like a tough guy in his jeans and leather jacket, although his clothing was always immaculate. He asked me after algebra class one day, "Hey, Kid, are you getting this stuff?"

I was also having problems but mine were different. I looked at the stupid problems and immediately knew the answer. I was having problems with having to go back and show the step-by-step solutions that the teacher demanded. We went to a coffee shop and started going through the days' homework. Although new in this school, I had already learned that when Jax asked for something you gave it to him. It seemed that he was quite intelligent, and the way I was going through my explanations to him, was helping both of us. Thank heaven he was a quick study. Explaining things to him was also teaching me about a more disciplined approach to mathematics. He seemed very happy with my help, and I was elevated from Hey, Kid to Danny, Boy in Jax's world.

He returned the favor the next day. My twin nemeses had me pinned against my locker, explaining that I would be paying them $10 per week, starting immediately, when Jax joined our threesome. In a hard, low voice, different from his math learning one, he inquired, "What ... are you guys doing?"

Max, the slightly larger of the two, said, "We're just explaining some stuff to the kid here."

Jax gave him the hardest look I had ever seen. Then he spoke in the same voice but very distinctly, "I think I heard your mommy calling."

I knew I never wanted to be the recipient of that voice. I was surprised when Max replied, "Yes, sir. We're leaving now." I assume they were off to terrorize some other kid. Somehow, I got a warm fuzzy that they wouldn't be visiting me again any time soon. Jax was only slightly larger than me, but I had seen real fear in the two goons' eyes.

I continued to help Jax in math and science classes. He was a strange fellow in some ways. His parents were well-to-do; he lived in a house with a nice swimming pool, but his parents were usually absent.

With time on his hands, he had strayed far from his upper-class home and had fallen in with one of the toughest gangs in the city. Some had motorcycles, but others because of their age were limited to motorized scooters. It seemed that the leader had taken a liking to Jax when Jax was basically at their mercy, yet showed immense courage, and he had tutored Jax in the ways of street life. Jax already had several older girl friends, and it seemed that he had many opportunities wherever he went. His reputation was twofold, his personal accomplishments as a streetwise guy who could defend himself in most situations, and a person who was well connected in the gang world of our small city.

I had a strange dichotomy in my life. I hung out occasionally with Jax and his friends, but most of the time, I hung out with other nerds, listening to science programs, watching old movies, and playing video games. One of my favorites was "On the Waterfront," which Jax understood but most of my other friends didn't.

Although I thought Jax was very capable intellectually, that was not his chosen path, and he compromised with his parents on attending the local community college, while I followed my intellectual aspirations and went to State U.

When I was a sophomore I met Sonia Winters, the love of my life. She soon allowed me to call her by her pet name, Sonnie, same start as Sonia, but different ending. Although she was beautiful and well-endowed upstairs and downstairs, I loved her for her upbeat personality and interest in everything. She was majoring in Civil Engineering while I majored in Mathematics.

We were planning on career paths of meteorology and actuarial science, respectively. She was following in the footsteps of her father, who was a television weatherman, while I was intrigued with elements of actuarial science like multiple decrement theory, finite calculus, and the toll road model. My father was an ATF agent, and I just was not excited by the prospect of a career based on seeking out violators of our nation's alcohol, tobacco, and firearms tax and other legal codes.

We shared an apartment in our junior and senior years, and moved to a large city, where she would have multiple opportunities at being a weather broadcaster, and similarly I would have my choice of insurance companies and consulting firms. I occasionally saw Jax when I was home visiting my parents, once or twice a year.

We had purchased a starter home and were beginning to plan for some additions to our family when I received the invitation to our fifth-year high school reunion. We had a dinner Friday night, and I was able to renew acquaintanceship with my nerd buddies from high school, most were doing something scientific, although some had fallen into what appeared to be little more than dead-end clerical jobs. Saturday afternoon we had a tour of the new high school, about twice as large as the old one, and then Saturday evening was the concluding event of the reunion, a combined dinner and dance at a local hotel. During dinner we were treated to videos of some of the events during high school that my nerd friends and I weren't invited to. I enjoyed dancing with some of the girls who were above my social strata in high school; it was a big change from high school to hear them compliment me about how good I looked and what a beautiful wife I had.

Jax hadn't attended any of the other events, but did attend the dance. He invited us to an after-party at his house. We had been partaking in the open bar at the dance, and the only difference at the after party was that the drinks were stronger. I drank well above my tolerance level and was only dimly aware of Sonnie and Jax putting me to bed. I do have a high metabolism and so by 2 am I awoke somewhat conscious of my surroundings. Sonnie was in bed between Jax and I. All of us had significantly less clothes on than earlier in the evening, although everyone's naughty bits were still covered. Sonnie was in an amorous mood and was kissing and groping me. Then she turned her interest to Jax and there was more kissing and groping. A few more iterations of this and the three of us were completely nude.

Sonnie befuddled me by asking, "Is it alright if I get Jax off before I take care of you?"

Jax added, "Hey, Danny boy, you have one hell of a hot wife."

Sonia repeated her request, "Can I do Jax first?"

I stammered, "S-Sonnie, I don't know. I don't think this is a good idea."

She responded, "Danny, I'll take very good care of you. Is it okay?"

I was a little confused, "I guess so. Wait, what do you mean?"

She answered, "Oh, thank you, Danny; you won't be sorry!"

Just like that, she inserted Jax's well-endowed dick, and was immediately moaning and groaning, "Oh, Jax, it's so good."

I didn't want this to happen. It was all a mistake. I just didn't know how to stop it. Both of them apparently thought I had sanctioned it.

After a large, loud orgasm, Sonnie crawled on top and began riding Jax's impressive manhood.

She continued moaning and groaning, "Oh, lover, it's so good! You're the man, Jax! Please don't stop! Give it to me good, Jax! Oh, baby! Your cock is wonderful! Ah-h-h-h!" Her body convulsed as he obviously took her over the top into another body-shaking climax.

He helped her off and guided her into the doggie position. He grasped her boobs and began pounding her like there was no tomorrow. She continued verbalizing her erotic joy at their coupling and experienced another massive orgasm. He continued pounding her until they obviously had joint climaxes.

Jax got dressed on the other side of the bed and then came around, grasping my hand, and saying, "Hey, buddy, that's one hell of a woman you got. You better take good care of her."

Shit! How did this happen! How did such a good night turn out so badly?

Jax returned to the other side of the bed for his shoes and socks then kissed Sonnie goodbye and left.

Sonnie rolled over and said, "That was so good! Now it's your turn, lover!"

I had been erect while she was banging my friend. Now, I was overwhelmed by what had just happened, and my erection and excitement disappeared. I was disappointed in myself and in Sonnie, the love of my life.

I verbalized, "Oh, Sonnie, what have you done?"

She replied, "I just fucked Jax, you said I could do him before I did you. Let's go, tiger!"

She sensed something was wrong, when she noticed I was not erect, and my body was shivering. I felt nothing but despair as tears ran down my face, and my body continued shaking.

She implored, "Danny, are you all right! Danny, you're scaring me! Danny, I love you. What's wrong, Danny?"

I told her, "I thought you were all mine. Now, I don't know."

She replied, "Danny, I'm just as much yours as I've ever been. I love you. Let's go back to the motel and talk this through. I'm sorry that I hurt you. I thought you were okay with me getting down with Jax."

We were both deep in thought as I drove us back to the motel.

She started, "Jax was a good fuck. Not necessarily better than you, but I did thoroughly enjoy doing him. But Danny, I don't think Jax is even capable of making love. For sure, he's not in your class at lovemaking. You guys might be close to equal at straight-up fucking. What I want now is not for you to try to out-fuck Jax. I want you to make love to me. I know we have a misunderstanding where Jax is concerned. Let me clean up. Then we can have brunch. After that, I want you to make love to me."

We did exactly what she said. I tried my best to be gentle but show her my strength as well. We started off cuddling affectionately. Then I went down on her and she came twice. Then I began gentle, but becoming more powerful pelvic thrusts in the missionary position. Then, we went to the lotus position, and we kissed and rammed ourselves against each other. She had two more dramatic orgasms, with me ejaculating inside her on the second. We continued to kiss and embrace. Finally, we lay beside each other, I played with her hair, intermittently kissing her, while she stroked my chest hair.

Then she spoke, "That was so nice, Danny. Can you understand that I can thoroughly enjoy Jax, and still love you more than anything or anyone else?"

I told her, "It was very clear that you thoroughly enjoyed fucking Jax."

She replied, "I did. I don't regret fucking him, but I regret our misunderstanding."

I responded, "I guess that's water under the bridge now."

She explained, "Not completely, Danny. I'd like to do him again."

I exclaimed, "What! After last night, I was thinking of breaking up with you. You want him again! What are you thinking?"

She answered, "I want to screw him this afternoon. Then, we'll drive home and I'll never be with him again. For me, it's just a good fuck. I'm not even sure it's even that for him."

I couldn't believe my ears, "What are you talking about? Have you gone insane?"

She calmly spoke, "I guess I have a good dose of the Fonzie Complex, Danny. He's a bad boy, and I want to have one more go at being a bad girl. I love you, and I'll certainly never do him again, even if we see him at another reunion. All I'm asking for is a few hours of great sex. I love you now, and I'll still love you afterward. I'd never want to have anything permanent with him. You'll always be my main man!"

I tried to tell her, "Don't you understand how upset I was at what you did last night? Do you really want to put me through that again?"

She seemed to have an answer for everything, "I don't expect you to be enthusiastic about me being with Jax, but it won't be as traumatic as last night. This will be my only opportunity for a second round. I know it's asking a lot but look at it as my last fling before we start our family. After this, I'll be ready to start having your babies."

I was trying not to sound bitter, but I was certainly feeling that way, "This has made me uncertain about our future. I think we need more certainty about that before we start having children."

Her answer was, "I understand. If you want to wait a year or two before getting pregnant, that's all right with me. Are you ready to call Jax and see if it's all right for me to come over?"

She was incredible. I had to ask, "What are you thinking, Sonnie?"

She replied, "You take me over to his place in about thirty minutes. After we finish fucking, I'll get Jax to bring me back. Then we can make love, or we can start home immediately, and we can make love at home."

I told her, "Sonnie, I'm not comfortable with this."

She responded, "I know, Danny. I wish you were, but we love each other, and this will soon be ancient history as we start our family."

I repeated, "Sonnie, I don't want you to do this."

She answered, "I know, sweetheart, but you want my happiness just as much as your own. This will make me happy. There's another alternative."

I inquired, "What's that, sweetheart?"

She explained, "After Jax brings me back, we can make love, then drive home, and then make love again."

This was the woman I loved. Slightly less appealing than her good looks and radiant personality was the fact that she almost always got her way. I could always play the D-bomb, but she knew how much I loved her. Besides, you can only do that a very finite number of times. Was this one of those times? I believed that this one-and-done, or counting last night, two-and-done, but was screwing Jax the worst thing, especially since she would likely never see him again. It was not an easy decision, but I decided to chew the bullet. I would drop her off at Jax's place, as she asked, and hope that she would return after a reasonable amount of time, whatever that was. In the meantime, I would be biting the bullet for a minimum of several hours.

I called Jax and asked him when I could drop her off. He seemed very happy, "Of course, you can bring her over now!"

I took her to the house of the devil and returned to the loneliest of motel rooms. What to do? I turned on a sports channel which had a very competitive basketball game going one. I was able to concentrate on the game in spurts. Unfortunately, whenever there was a commercial, my mind turned to what was going on at Jax's place. As one hour, two hours, three hours passed, I thought, surely, he couldn't have been fucking her all this time. Just when I had about decided that I was going to be going home alone, she called, "Hi, honey. We're just leaving Jax's house." It had been over four-and-a-half hours since I dropped her off.

At this point, I wasn't sure whether I was glad or sad that she was coming back. I loved her, but what a disrespectful and insensitive slut she had been. She didn't care that while she was having the time of her life fucking my former best friend, I was bleeding for my lost love.

She walked in the motel room, a huge smile on her just-been-fucked face, "What's it going to be, sweetheart? Do you want it now or when we get home?"

I replied, "Let's wait until we get home." We started packing her stuff into our car; I had packed my stuff during halftime of the basketball game.

I answered the phone. It was Jax. I asked him, "Do you want Sonnie?"

He replied, "No, man. I already said my goodbyes to her. I just wanted to say, Thanks for bringing her by. She's one fantastic woman. You better not ever let her go." After a pause, "Are you okay, man?"

I told him, "Sure, Jax. Thanks for calling. Bye, now!" I hung up. I was thinking I would likely never talk to or see him again.

The first few minutes of the drive home, Sonnie kept telling me how much she loved me, how grateful she was for her last rendezvous with Jax, and how she couldn't wait for us to get home and for me to reclaim her. She also managed to slip in a few instances of how great Jax was in bed. Unfortunately, I was less enthusiastic than she was, and the conversation died down after a few minutes. We were quiet for most of the remainder of the four-hour drive home.

How could she be so happy when I was dying because of her betrayal. I should have insisted on going home when we left Jax's place. What could I do now? There was nothing I could do now except divorce the bitch. Did I really want to do that? It just seemed that I was going in circles. The only way out was to get a divorce. Damn, I loved her. Until this Jax business, she had been my best friend and best friends are hard to find. I had told her how upset I was at her first dalliance with Jax. Then she went and did him again, insisting that I drop her off. True, I knew where his house was but she knows how to use a fucking GPS.

My mind kept going over the same things over and over. I didn't want her to fuck Jax. I didn't want a divorce, but what else could I do after she cheated twice. I knew what my best friend since high school would say. 'Get over yourself. It's only a night and an afternoon. We have a whole lifetime together.

I knew I could find someone else. Was it time to do it? I looked at the beautiful woman who had just dozed off in the next seat. Does it make me a fucking wimp to love her so much that I don't care if she fucks half the school, I still want her to be my wife. At the dance, some of my female friends from high school had kidded me about having a trophy wife. That was the problem she was so much more than a trophy wife: intelligent, personable, and my best friend, even after she fucked my best high school friend, she was still my friend. I couldn't burn her without burning myself. I still felt like I had to do something, but what?

Once we were inside, she told me to sit down and listen, "Danny, I know you're less than thrilled by my behavior this weekend. If you want to pout and fume, that's your choice, but I don't think it's a good one. We love each other and have a very good relationship. Please, let's not spoil it because I went a bit over the line this weekend. I want to fix you a highball, and I want you to relax after the long drive home, while I fix us a light supper. I'm hoping that after supper we can do two things: make love and talk about making babies."

I told her, "Sonnie, your plan sounds good, but I didn't think we should talk about children until our marriage is on a little more solid footing than it is right now."

She replied, "I get it, Danny. I pushed things a bit far this weekend. If you want to wait a while, even a year or two, it's okay with me. I love you, Danny. Also, I'm feeling very sexy, and I want you to have your bonus for putting up with my bullshit this weekend. Can we at least do that?"

I replied, "I think we are largely on the same page, but I've still got a hangover from this weekend."

I wanted to fuck the hottest woman I had ever been with, but I was still hurting from her callous behavior at the reunion. I had decided however that her behavior with Jax was forgivable but just barely. At least she hadn't lied about it. As far as I could tell, it had been just sex, no disrespect for me as a person, just disrespect for Sonnie's wedding vows, which, of course, Jax had not participated in other than witnessing them as my best man.

Her response was, "As long as we love each other, I think your confidence in me will eventually come back. Danny, I'm not a cheater, even though you could certainly think that based on this weekend, "