Betsy - Reawakened Ch. 16

"Yeah. I know that feeling. We work until the job is done."

"Right. And I'm not complaining because I love what I do. But I'm here from dawn to dusk six to seven days a week most of the year. It's obviously not as hectic in the winter, but even then I average fifty hours. My contract says I have to work six days, and forty-eight hours minimum during the peak season; five and forty when there's not much play. But I obviously work what I need to."

"Okay, but I'm still not sure how what you did is different."

"It's because of how my contract is structured. As long as I meet the requirements of my job, I'm allowed to supplement my income by giving lessons and clinics. I don't have to do them, but when I do, I set the times and the fees. I'm technically an independent contractor when I'm doing that, so it's much different. If I want to spend part of a lesson... well you know..."

"Fucking my wife?" he grinned.

"Yes. But I wasn't being paid for my time by the club. Technically, I was being paid by you."

"That's an interesting take."

"Nevertheless, Margaret is hourly. She was being paid by the club while doing what she did. With that and all the mistakes she's making, not to mention getting into it with your wife? I might have to let her go."

"Why don't you hold off on doing anything rash. I'm going to drop that book off at Vivi's on Monday. When I get back into town, we can have a chat. In the meantime, you talk to Chris and have him contact your lawyer. You've got time to make a decision on her. The ultimate goal is to take this club back and right this ship, buddy. I don't want Neil to lose you."

"What? Why would he lose me?"

"Bill Courtney is driving a lot of members elsewhere. Betsy is adamant that if he isn't removed, we'll be one of the families leaving too. Plus, it's only a matter of time before you get fed up and leave."

"It has crossed my mind."

"Then let me help. Talk to Chris before you confront Margaret. Bill just went inside. I'm sure she knows that we know by now. Confronting her when she's just been found out would make this messier than if you wait."

"Yeah. I think you're right."

"If I were you, I would show some compassion. Just calmly confirm that she understands the significance of why she has to properly record the carts, and then remind her of how important it is that she be at the desk for you, especially on Saturday's. Keep it about her job. If you don't fire her, you'll thank yourself for treating this with grace. She fucked up, but you and I both know Bill is using her."

"Yeah. I'd love to prove that, but I can't worry about that now."

"No, you can't. I'll see you next week and we'll talk about what I found out. I'll see if Genevieve can have what I need ready by the time I swing back through on Friday."

"Genevieve? Oh... Vivi. I forgot Betsy said that was her real name."

"Yeah. If Betsy's name dropping Vivi, she's serious about this. I'm going to take some of the pressure off her. It's on my way out town Monday, anyway."

"I really appreciate it."

"No problem. I gotta go. Keith is here. Good luck."

"You too... have fun out there. It's a perfect day to play!"

As Darren walked toward his clubs to take them to the cart, he couldn't help but think about his wife... and Keith's. Suddenly, he wasn't just looking forward to playing golf. He was looking forward to the playing that awaited him and his golf partner later that night.

"Yes... it's going to be a very good day!"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Darren was humming happily as he pulled into town. It was always good when he came home from the golf course with more money than when he left. He and Keith had played great, both individually and as a team. They'd each pocketed thirty dollars from their round of eighteen holes. It helped that he'd shot a 78, but Keith had an 81, which was very good for him.

With Keith riding in the cart with him, Darren fought the urge to share what he'd discovered about Margaret and Bill. He hated being part of any gossip, especially in a situation where he was the person that figured it out. Instead he let that go for the time being, unwilling to participate starting the wildfire. He'd certainly tell Betsy when he saw her, but she had the same perspective when it came to rumor mongering. She could hold onto a secret like no one he'd ever met. He'd been married to her for over twenty years, and there were still things she'd done with her naughty sorority sisters in college that she refused to tell him about. That bond between her, Carrie and Paula was that tight; that sacred to her.

He wasn't going to say anything to anyone but Betsy, who he had reason to trust. He didn't count on Bill outing himself.

The cart was in the parking lot behind Darren's car, the trunk open. Bill noticed it and came up behind, seeing him stooped over in the cart passenger seat changing his shoes. He stared at the blacktop, working up the courage, then took a deep breath and began rambling.

"Darren, I know we've had our differences. The thing with Gene. This Betsy situation. I... I know I probably don't have a right in your eyes to ask, but I'm desperate. I would really appreciate it if you didn't say anything about figuring out today that I've been sleeping with Margaret. I'm sure she would appreciate it too, because of her job and all. But like you said, I'm married. She's not. I... I spent the last three hours using club soda to get her fucking lipstick stains off the crotch of my pants. I can't believe I... well, that's not your concern. I don't want Heidi to find out. I'll break it off with Margaret. You have my word. But please, I'm begging you, don't tell anyone I've been fucking her."

Keith stood and turned around, his golf shoes in his hand, a stunned look on his face.

"Jesus! You've been fucking Margaret Cooper? What the hell are you thinking?"

"Oh my God! You're not Darren!"

"I never claimed to be."

"Where's Darren?" he freaked, looking around for him.

"He's in the clubhouse. We just got done playing poker with Jeff Maddox and Bruce Hearn after our golf match. He won at that too. I told him I'd put our clubs away while he got paid. Between that and golf, he made... wait. I'm sorry. I'm trying really hard to pretend I didn't hear you, but are you serious? Have you really been fucking Margaret Cooper?"

Bill was sweating. And swearing under his breath. Darren was walking up a moment later, surprised to see the two of them next to his car. He took a pause before he approached, wanting to deflect any attention from what he'd discovered earlier.

"Howdy gents! I have to tell you Bill, you would have had your hands full with me today. Shot 78, and it really should have been better. Still can't believe that bounce I got on thirteen, right Keith? Cost me two strokes."

Keith looked directly at Darren. "We played eighteen holes and an hour of poker, and you didn't say a thing!"

"About what?"

"About Bill. Did you really catch him fucking Margaret Cooper today?"

Darren looked at Bill, whose eyes darted back to the ground. Trying to determine how best to answer, Darren replied, "I... uh. I didn't catch anything."

"Cut the crap. He just walked up and basically confessed. How can you see them and not tell me!?"

"Okay, first..." Darren stopped himself and looked at Bill. "You told him? Why?"

"I thought he was you. His back was to me. It's your car."

"I can't believe you didn't tell me," Keith chuckled.

"Like I was about to say, I didn't see them. I just figured it out. I'm not going to go into details. The reason I didn't tell you is because it's none of your business. Would you like to have your personal life dragged out for everyone to see?"

Keith thought about what he and his wife would likely be doing later that very night, his conscience condemning himself. "Well, no. I wouldn't."

"I didn't think so. Just because I was the one that figured it out doesn't mean I'm going to go running around telling everybody. It's not my place. I don't like rumors, so I don't participate in them. As far as I'm concerned it's between me and Bill, and I'm leaving it at that."

"And Joel," Bill added.

Keith looked at him like he was crazy. "What?"

"Well he was standing there when Darren figured it out. He knows too."

Darren shook his head in disgust. "Jesus Bill! Keith didn't need to know that. Joel isn't going to say anything because he has Margaret to think about. He'll likely only talk to Chris Concord, if he thinks some kind of disciplinary action is required."

"Disciplinary action. Why?"

"Because. She was doing it while she was getting paid. Let's be honest, she could get fired for this. But Joel isn't going to go around telling people because he might have to let her go."

"I'm not going to let her get fired," Bill stated, trying to assert his authority.

"It's not up to you. That's Joel's decision. He's her boss. It doesn't even have to go before the board. He just has to let Chris know what he's going to do."

"That's not true."

"I'm sorry, you must be confused. Were you involved when he let Barry Peters go for damaging the greens mower because he was drunk on the job? Or in hiring his replacement? No, you weren't. Joel has that authority. I swear, if you told Margaret she couldn't get in trouble because she was fucking you and you're the chairman, you're a bigger idiot than I ever imagined."

"Well, no. I never came out andsaid it. But, it may have been implied."

"Then congratulations, Mr. Chairman. You might just have cost Margaret her job, and you your marriage. Nice work."

"But I thought you weren't going to say anything."

"I'm not. But you just told Keith. And you told him Joel knows... for no damn reason. At this point, it's going to get out, because you can't keep your own mouth shut. Your best bet is to come clean with Heidi when you get home and beg forgiveness. And let Joel do his job. Whatever happens to Margaret is because of the choices she made. She had to know it was wrong. If it were a one time thing, she'd probably be looking at a reprimand. But since it's been going on for a month... "

"Four," he confessed again.

"Damn, you literally can't keep you mouth shut, can you," Keith laughed. "Darren's right. Tell Heidi. Today. Not tomorrow. I told Diane when I slipped up once on the road. I cut my trip short, flew home the next day, and laid down on my sword. Smartest thing I ever did. She not only forgave me, we have an open marriage now because of it."

"Wait, what?"

"You've got a big mouth too, Keith," Darren laughed.

"What are you talking about? You have one too."

"A big mouth? I don't think so."

"No. An open marriage."

Darren narrowed his eyebrows. "No. Not really. What Betsy and I have was none of his business."

"God... I'm sorry Darren. I'm really sorry," Keith replied somberly, ashamed he hadn't thought more clearly.

"It's okay. I already told him earlier she's a bit of a slut. I'll stand by that, because she'd proudly say the same thing of herself. Like I told Bill, we're both comfortable with that. We're also comfortable with being with other people occasionally. The difference is we both know about it. Ahead of time. We talk. We don't hide anything from each other. But at the same time... we don't broadcast it because it's really between her and I, and it works for us. Bill, you have my word that I won't say anything. I didn't, and I won't. I'll trust that you'll afford me the same courtesy regarding what you just learned."

"Absolutely."

"Good. Because if I ever find out differently; if I find out you've spread a rumor about my wife, or talked about her negatively in any way regarding this, I'll consider it in the same category I warned you about when it comes to one of my boys. If you cross that line, I promise I'll bust you in the mouth so hard and so fast you'll be asking for the plate number of the truck that just hit you. Am I clear," he said sternly, his body language and tone of his voice resonating to the point that Keith visibly reacted.

"Yes. You're clear," Bill cowered.

"Okay. My final word on this is that you need to talk to Heidi. This'll only end up worse if you continue to hide it. She doesn't have to know anyone found out. Get in front of it like Keith did."

Keith seconded him, saying, "Yeah. Just tell her you feel guilty because you know it was wrong, but more importantly, it's that you love her, and you can't keep hurting her by doing what you did."

Bill hedged. "Yeah... I'm going to have to think about it."

"Well, that's up to you," Darren sighed, shaking his head, "but that's what we would do. That's our advice. Good luck."

"Thanks," he replied despondently as he walked away to his car.

"He's not going to tell her, is he?" Keith noted.

Darren shook his head again. "Not a chance. He's a used car salesman. He thinks he can pull the wool over anybody's eyes. This is going to blow up in his face."

"What a dumbass."

"Tell me about it. How could he possibly mistake me for you?"

"He told you, my back was to him. He just started blurting it out."

"Yeah, but c'mon. I'd never be caught in a shirt as ugly as the one you're wearing," he needled.

Darren was still thinking about the encounter in the parking lot as he turned onto his street. He should have been mad at Keith for alleging that he and Betsy had an open marriage similar to the Edmonsons. The only reason he wasn't was because he'd already admitted that his wife could not only be slutty, but was proud of that trait. Well, the other reason was because he wanted to fuck Keith's wife later that night, so it seemed foolish to let his indiscretion get in the way of a good time.

That isn't to say that he let it go totally. He did let Keith know that he wasn't happy he'd so quickly used him and Betsy to justify the marital rules of his own household. Keith profusely apologized a second time, and Darren accepted it, but not before giving a second warning. This time to a good friend.

"Betsy and I love you and Diane. And we've got a great thing going buddy. The surest way to blow that is to give Betsy cause to believe she can't trust you. If she feels she can't do this and know for sure it's not going to come back to haunt her, she'll break it off in a heartbeat. She's just like me; we hate rumors. She's also a mother first, with a very smart pre-teen at home. She'll stop being a slut all together if she thinks it will get back to him. Neither of us wants that."

"No, we don't. I can't say it enough, Darren. I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"Good, because I'm really looking forward to tonight. Not the bridge so much. I'm kind of dreading that now as much as Betsy. But knowing there's a better party afterward will make it worth it."

"Amen, brother. Amen."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It just might have been the sexiest sight he'd ever seen.

Darren had walked into the house, the back door open to let the warm afternoon breeze flow through the screen door of the carport entrance. The front door was the same, creating a draft that moved throughout the house.

As soon as he got inside he completely stripped, knowing Neil was already out at his friends parent's farm for the night. Tossing his dirty clothes in the laundry basket on top of the dryer, he moved into the kitchen, stopping to let the air flow over his body.

"God that feels good," he sighed.

He basked in that sensation for a few moments, wanting it to last. After all, it was beyond rare that he was afforded an opportunity to do such a thing during the day, or any time, for that matter. He couldn't help but think how wonderful it would be to be able to do it whenever he wanted.

That thought popped out of his mind when he heard the unmistakable sound of his wife in the throes of a rather intense orgasm. It called to him, and he found himself standing at the entrance of his bedroom, the sight of his wife writhing on their bed taking his breath away.

She was on her back, shoulders pressed hard into the mattress. Her ass was lifted up in the air; her legs spread wide, her feet dug firmly against the soft surface to hold her lower half aloft as she rammed three fingers back and forth into her cunt as deep as she could force them. Her left hand was busy strumming her clit as fast as her fingers would go, the resulting climax thundering through her body.

"Damn," he groaned as he watched in awe.

Her head thrashed about, another wave rising within her. The moans she was making had almost an anguished tone to them, but the way her body moved belied that perception. It didn't matter. He was focused more on the wet, squishing noise coming from her loins that captivated the surroundings.

She came again, her body convulsing to the point that her legs gave out. She collapsed onto the bed covering, her thighs snapping shut with her hands trapped between them. She rolled about with her eyes clamped shut, whimpering as she slowly recovered.

His cock was raging. He'd intended to come home and eat her, thinking he owed her for pushing the agenda with their sexy neighbors that morning. When he'd left for golf, Betsy was the only one that likely hadn't cum. He was certain Tim was going to fuck Elaine the second Betsy left for home. It wasn't his intention for her to have to take matters into her own hands, but she obviously needed it. That and she saw the opportunity of having some rare alone time during the summer and decided to take proper advantage of it. Yet that wasn't good enough for him.

He strode aggressively across the floor, his meaty right paw slapping against her left ankle, grabbing it. She let out a scream, not realizing she wasn't alone in the house. She'd been so lost in her forbidden desires that she hadn't heard him come home. He yanked on her leg, pulling her quickly toward the foot of the bed, making her scream out again as her eyes flew open.

"OH MY GOD! DARREN!"

"That's my pussy you're playing with! I was supposed to be the one that made you cum first today!" he growled.

She saw his angry erection, thick and veiny, pulsing with life. She thought for certain he was going to fuck her, the idea of a rough, aggressive romp finding her favor. Instead he picked her up like a ragdoll, throwing her over his left shoulder to carry her out of the room.

It never failed to amaze her the raw power her man possessed. He snatched her up so quickly it was frightening. It was also a huge turn-on. If she hadn't already been wet, her cunt would have immediately began dripping from the strength and agility he'd just showed off.

Traveling down the hallway, he slapped her bare ass a couple of times to get her attention, muttering under his breath. She honestly didn't know what the next couple of hours foretold. She'd assumed they'd have a leisurely dinner and then get ready to go play cards, knowing much naughtier fun awaited them later in the evening. Instead she was being taken and spanked. She couldn't help but wonder for a split second if she was in for another round of bondage games in the back side of the basement.

They never got that far. They barely made it past family room at the end of the hall. He'd turned left instead of right, walking into the foyer by the open front door. Dropping her onto her feet, he grabbed her by the hair and forced her to knees.

"Swallow it, slut!" he barked, not giving her time to react. The monstrous head of his cock pressed against her lips, and she opened wide almost on instinct.

There was no hesitation on his part. It was unceremonious, the way he used her. He started fucking her face, using his hands on the sides of her head to hold her still. She began to garble, a stream of thick saliva flowing out of her mouth.