A Good Thing Gone Bad

As I listened to the judge tell me my marriage was now dissolved I couldn’t help but drift back to the start of my whole mess. The thought of my loving wife and two daughters being away from me is unbearable. My incarceration will soon. How could my life be at this point? I’ll start at the beginning.

It was December 1983. I was 20 years old. I was working in a small company. We were hiring a new secretary. I remember the first time I saw Annie. She had come to interview for the job. I went to let here in. She was 30 years old, medium length blonde hair, big blue eyes, great legs. She was stunning for a young man my age. I let her in and prayed the boss would hire her. Our fates were sealed as Annie started work the next day.

Annie and I hit it off right away. She was 10 years older but we connected on some level immediately. She was funny, sexy, kind, independent. She was coming off a bad marriage. I admired her womanly class. I knew we had a spark but was too young to fully understand it.

My life was good. I was engaged to be married next year and I was doing well at work. Annie was happy to have the job. The highlight of my week would be Friday when Annie would be dressed up for Friday night dates. Wow. She would usually change after work into her night out stuff. 4” heels and stockings were the norm for her. Her nice 36d titties would set perfectly in her revealing tops. I was her fashion sounding board and what an eyeful I would get sometimes. Annie’s favorite was wearing a long coat and high heels, nothing else. My fiancée Darlene must have wondered why I was so horny on Friday nights!

Annie and I became fast friends. I looked up to her like a big sister. We knew each other’s secrets and desires. Our relationship was not sexual yet but we had that spark. I knew I was in trouble the day before my wedding to Darlene. Annie took me out to lunch. We went to a nice place and sat in a secluded booth. To my surprise Annie asked me to not get married. She told me she didn’t think Darlene was right for me. Annie told me she would be with me if I wanted her to. Still being more of a kid than a man I didn’t see any validity in what Annie was saying. I didn’t get mad at her but I made it clear I loved Darlene and the wedding would proceed. Annie and I were close enough to talk like this to each other. She kissed me like I have never been kissed that day. She told me that I could come to her at any time.

The wedding came and went. Annie was right. By 1987 I was very frustrated in my marriage. We had two girls right away. My wife had pretty much turned the sex faucet off. Annie was living party lifestyle. I was concerned about her but it was the mid 80’s! Sex, drugs, and rock and roll. She was my alter ego. Monday mornings were filled with her tales of excess over the weekend. Annie used her sex like a tool.

A winter storm in early 1988 changed everything. It was a Friday afternoon and a winter storm was approaching fast. By mid afternoon everyone had abandoned the office except for Annie and I. By the time we were ready to leave it was clear we weren’t going anywhere. Snow was pilling up and roads were closing. We made the fateful decision to stay at the office until things cleared. I called home and let Darlene know I would be staying. I didn’t tell her that Annie was here. Darlene didn’t like Annie. Women did not like Annie. Men loved Annie.

We had the luxury of a nice lounge and conference room. Food, soda, and TV in the fridge. We finished up some work and I suggested I would make us a snack. Annie was in the ladies room. As I entered the conference room there sat Annie on the table. She had on only black nylons and black high heels. I was in awe of her firm 36-year-old body and sexiness. I was very nervous as I thought about what would transpire here. I have lusted for her since the first day I met her.

Annie asked me to come close and get comfortable. I obliged and removed my shoes and slacks. Annie hopped off the table and was kneeling in front of me. She slide my boxers down to reveal my rising cock. She said nothing as she took my penis in her hand and flicked her warm tongue at it. My neglected cock grew to a rock hard 7” as Annie teased and caressed. She had me sit down while her wet mouth worked my hard shaft. She would swallow my whole cock! I had never been blown like this. Darlene never liked sucking cock. Our sex life had deteriorated into a monthly missionary fuck wearing a thick condom.

As I watched Annie’s head bob on my cock I tried not to think of my wife and kids. I was a good family man. Yet here I am letting a slut suck my cock. Annie was playing my tool like a violin. She would slowly engulf my entire shaft and then slowly move her mouth and tongue back up to the tip. I knew I was already leaking cum as I could see my fluids on her lips. I knew I couldn’t take much more. She told me to relax and let it out. I was enthralled looking down at Annie’s breasts swaying back and forth as she bobbed on my cock. It was time as I felt that tell tale tingle travel up from my balls. I figured I didn’t need to warn Annie what was coming. I grunted like an animal as my manhood pulsed and throbbed. To my extreme pleasure she never missed a beat as I exploded in her mouth.

As my cock finished spewing my semen down her throat into her belly she finally let it loose from her mouth. She looked at me and smiled while still licking at my cock. She knew I hadn’t had sex like that in many years. She sat back up and cuddled next to me. She kissed me deeply. I could taste my own salty sperm still on her tongue. I didn’t mind. I wanted to be one with her.

As the snowstorm raged my wild Annie offered another taboo temptation. She pulled some white powder from her purse. She asked if I had ever done coke. I meekly said no. I wished she hadn’t brought drugs into this. I feel guilty enough having just received a mind numbing blowjob from her. She quickly laid out 4 lines and snorted two of them. I could see her entire body relax as she ingested the coke. Annie slid down into the soft sofa and asked me to eat her pussy. I eagerly drop to my knees to taste this lovely woman. I didn’t have any coke and I hope that Annie doesn’t push that issue.

She seems to almost lose consciousness as I lap at her wet pussy. She is wet and warm. Her pussy taste is pure sex. Her neatly trimmed bush highlights her large pussy lips. She writhes and moans as I lick her hard, then lick soft. I am working my fingers into her wet snatch. Her body shudders as my tongue and fingers work her hard. I am flicking my tongue steadily on her clit and she is responding with moans. Her moaning has turned into screaming. Her hands pull my head into her wetness. I feel her pussy quiver and leak even more wetness as she came. She whimpered like a puppy as she climaxed.

As we the night wore on I tried snorting coke with Annie. I almost passed out after the first line. The high was intoxicating. Annie would suck my cock after each line. I was in a daze most of the night. I would fuck her while she was high. We passed out in each other’s arms.

We awoke to bright sun on this cold Saturday morning. I woke Annie and told her we better get dressed as people could come to the office later today. She was beautiful as she woke. Her blonde hair mussed and tasseled, her black nylons loose around her ankles. We rose to a deep kiss. She asked me if I came in her. I didn’t remember. She smiled and hoped she took her pills.

I cleaned up the best I could. I hoped that Darlene didn’t smell Annie on me. I pondered what had transpired as I drove home through the fresh fallen snow. I knew I would never be the same. Darlene didn’t pay any attention to me anyway so I doubt she would figure what went on with Annie. As expected, she hardly knew I was gone.

Annie and I grew closer after the winter storm session. We started a ritual of going out after work every other Friday. I wouldn’t stay out real late but late enough to get laid and do some coke. I was included into Annie’s group of friends. Our Friday nights had become coke orgies at someone’s house. It was easier than I thought making Darlene think I was playing cards with the guys. I just don’t think she cared. She had become the ultimate soccer mom. All she cared about was spoiling and pampering the kids. I was just a sperm donor.

Annie and I had become a couple without me really knowing it. Our every other Friday parties were something. Ed and Jean normally hosted the parties. Ed was a prominent lawyer in town. He had the house and the coke. Annie had the sex and I had a big hard cock. Ed and Jean were in their late 40’s and couldn’t get enough sex and coke.

We would usually get to Ed’s place at 5:00pm and he would be pouring drinks and already wearing his silk robe. Annie would wear leather for him. Jean was along for the ride. Ed was clearly a multi millionaire. I was intimidated by his wealth and standing at first but once we all did a few lines of coke we were all equal.

We had become coke whores. As time went by the parties shifted to use us as sex toys for Ed’s invited guests. We were so coked up we didn’t even realize it. I had become pretty buffed and Annie was hot as ever. Ed got stranger as time went by. He was starting to get rough with Annie. We would do almost anything to get our coke though. The usual routine was for Annie to go with Ed to the study where he or his guests would fuck her and I would go to the bedroom with Jean and she would feed me coke and suck my cock. Jean’s job was to keep me out of the way. It worked.

By the fall of 1989 we were “coke slaves”. We owed Ed “time”, as he would say. Annie would be soo high when we left she wouldn’t come down until Sunday sometimes. I began to get concerned about her. Darlene knew something was going on but just didn’t seem to care. I was hoping my excesses would at least make my wife notice me. They didn’t.

As 1990 rolled around Annie and I were trainwrecks. We were getting high all the time. Annie’s awesome figure had been reduced to a 90 pound skeleton. I wasn’t much better. Annie got fired early in the year. I was on probation at work for being tardy. I was sloppy when I would come home after Annie and I were out. It was all about keeping our sex and coke habit going.

Annie and I dreaded the Friday night visits to Ed’s house but our coke habits needed to be fed. We knew we would be fed coke to keep us coming back. Annie and I made a pact not to be separated tonight. Annie had become afraid of Ed but she wouldn’t tell me the whole story.

When we arrived Ed tried to separate us as usual. When we balked he became angry and loud. He went right for the open nerve by telling us no coke ever again. I knew Annie was craving big time. She told me that she would go with Ed it would be ok. Ed put his happy face back on. I caved in and went with Jean upstairs to the bedroom. Ed took Jean aside and was giving her instructions. She looked as bullied as we did. I liked Jean. She was kind and sweet. I think she was very uneasy with Ed’s whole hobby of sex and coke. We did as Ed required and went to the bedroom.

I got undressed and laid on the bed, which was our usual routine. Jean was a nice looking lady for 50. A little overweight but quite attractive. She always wore something sexy for me. I shaved my cock and balls for her. We had a nice thing going. She brought the coke in with her. The first line always put me back on the bed. Jean only did a little coke now. She liked her wine. She was good company. I lay back on the bed and jean cuddled up to me. She quietly handcuffed my left wrist to headboard. I didn’t even realize what she was doing.

I asked her why she was cuffing me. She told me that Ed wanted to make sure I didn’t come downstairs. Before I could ask any more questions she told me it’s in my best interests to not know. She quickly had me snort another line. My resolve quickly left me. I slumped back into the soft bed and pillows. Jean smoothly started to suck my cock. She was motherly in a weird way. She was a good cocksucker. She didn’t swallow but she would jerk every last drop from my shaft. I felt like I was in another world as she worked my tool. I am barely coherent as Jean is working my hard cock. I am watching almost as a 3rd party. I watch her take her head off my shaft and grip it firmly with both hands. She jerks my big cock several times. To my surprise Ed has brought Annie in the room. She doesn’t even know me. They help her mount me. She can’t even stay upright. Jean helps steady her as they bounce her on my cock.

Annie looks like she has been beaten. I can’t move much and my speech is impaired. I can feel my cock in her. I feel it explode in her. She moans a bit as my hard cock sows my seed in her. She smiles and looks down at me. Its starting to dawn on me that we did more than coke. Jean helps Annie sit on the edge of the bed. We are so out of it.

Jean and Ed leave the room. I feel a bit better as they were acting strange. My concern is for Annie, as she is not coming to. I am starting to come down a little. Ed re-enters the room. To my shock he has a gun. He points it at Annie and pulls the trigger. The sound is deafening. He shoots twice. Annie has been knocked to the other side of the room. Ed comes over to me and unlocks my cuffs. He snickers that I won’t be able to move well for a while. He grabs my right hand and presses the gun into it. He tells me it a shame I killed Annie.

I freak out. My Annie is lying on the floor with her life bleeding out of her. The sound her breathing is eerie. I try to tell her that I love her. I know she is dying. I try with all my might to move my legs or arms. I am finally getting some movement. I lean over to check on Annie and she is dead. My mind races as I try to figure out what is going on.

I hear a siren and I fear its coming here. The sirens are now in the driveway. I can move enough to stand up if I hold the wall. The police and EMT’s rush in the room. In a flurry of activity they attend Annie and handcuff me.

I am seated in the squad car as the cop tells me that Annie is dead. I am read my rights for the murder of Annie. We briskly drive to the police station. I am coming back to my senses. I am led into the station and questioned for a little bit. They tell me to confess and they will take the death penalty off the table. I just weep and ask for a lawyer.

I thank the judge for allowing me to let Darlene go and start a new life. Darlene and my daughters don’t even look at me as I shuffle away with the deputy. I start my life without parole sentence today. Ed and Jean testified about how they tried to get Annie drug free. They also told stories of my coke addictions and how destructive I was to Annie. How I would beat her if she didn’t do sex acts for drugs. The upstanding couple only admitted to trying to help Annie. The police only did a cursory investigation. Eye witnesses tons of evidence, the word of the best lawyer in town.

My public defender didn’t believe my story. She suggested the plea bargain. I made them at least go through a trial. I was convicted of killing and raping Annie in less than an hour.

I received a note during the trial that told me if I kept trying to circulate my story I would die the hard way in prison. The rumor I heard from the very few people that believed me was that Ed made many, many videos of Annie doing all kinds of things with him and high placed folks. She was just too dangerous to be alive. I was a schnook that would be expendable. Indeed I was.

As the bus rolled to the prison I couldn’t help but think of Annie.