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Click hereI'm holding a bottle of water against my jaw, when I smile I can feel my lip is split.
"Because he earned it, those guys work hard."
"Okay, but why did you fight him? It was all done, and you knew he would kick your ass. Did you think you could beat him?"
"No, but we were both fighting the same guy."
Troy shakes his head and takes his seat. The little bus lurches forward and begins its short journey to the airport.
Cassy is sweet to me. She tries her best to clean me up but my face is a mess of cuts and bruises. Somebody hands me a couple of Tylenol and reminds me that Mexican Tylenol has codeine in it. I'm thankful and whether it's the pills or my own body just flat out shutting down, I start to feel a little less of the pain.
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It's my birthday again. I'm turning 51 and I couldn't be happier.
Cassy and I let it play out over the next couple of weeks, but the sparkle was gone. I could have dragged it out over the next 30 years, settled into a routine that was least painful and finished out my run, but that's not me anymore. Instead we set each other free.
She still comes around from time to time. There was a couple of months there where she got serious about someone and then one night she was on my front porch crying. She stayed for two weeks that time, crying and fucking me. Lately our contact has been more distant and I hope she's living her best life.
For my part, I bought one of the little railroad houses in her part of the town. I stepped down from my position and took a job in marketing, it doesn't pay as much but I'm happier, working on new projects all the time. It's engaging.
I've dated a couple of women in the last few months but haven't been able to find anyone that sparks me like Cassy did. I miss her sometimes, I still love her, but I know we were doomed from the start. I try to be happy about the time we had. I'll never be able to thank her enough for opening the door and pointing out that I was living in a cage.
51 years old and I'm sitting at a new cafe shaking my head at the card my mother has sent me. She's a sweetheart, and I try to see myself the way she does, and accept her gift in that same spirit. It doesn't feel like a burden anymore.
I finish my food and the waitress comes by dropping the check on my table. I watch her walk away. Her hips are slender and she's got incredibly long legs. The uniforms here are a light turquoise color, but it's still the same ill fitting polyester and cheap zippers. Her name tag says "Harmony" she's pretty with honey colored hair.
"What the hell."
I toss my birthday money down on the table.
Sad ending. I agree with prior comment suggesting sequel with Harmony and a re-emergence with Casey.
Enjoy your writings.
G
Great story, would love to see a continuation with Harmony and maybe Cassy coming back.
Tennesseered, I disagree. He is moving forward. Everything else in his new life has changed. Just because he’d like to dip his wick into something young only proves he’s still alive. Besides, lightning seldom strikes.
I thoroughly enjoyed the story.
"'I'm cheating on my wife. I'm planning to cheat again, aren't I? Is it cheating every time I fuck Cassy or does the whole thing count as one big cheat? "
Well, when women cheat whether its 1 time, 1 month, 6 months or several years they always say it was just "a" mistake so the same should hold for men as well.
Also, Jack's wife was dressing up way to nice and sexy for a weekly book club meeting Also, he mentioned she usually came home drunk after her book club meetings. My guess is that Jack's wife been cheating on him for some time. She gets all self righteous when she confronts him and tell him he so obvious. Well, she should know since women are much better lairs and are able to hide their affairs much better then men.
Jack's just decided he was getting off the hamster wheel. He worked hard and played it straight all these years and what did he have to show for it. A wife that was more like a stranger in his house than a faithful partner who actually cared for him. Jacks' wife didn't loved him for who he is but rather just kept him around for the security and emotional and material fulfillment he provided. He wife squeezed him for all he was worth and then just cast him aside and told him to get out of the house. No offer of forgiveness and reconciliation. No second chances like women demand when they get caught cheating.
A far as the younger 20 something women Jack was pursuing, at least they come with little to no baggage and they still like to fuck and thought Jack was a skilled lover. When you just get out of a 30 plus year relationship who in the right mind wants to jump right back into another one. Been there, done that and still have the shitty tee-shirt. Why not just enjoy life for a while and breathe. No fuss, no drama.