Change Happens

I knew what she was thinking. "She is a slut or a prostitute," that was what most people thought about me when they first look at me. I was used to it, after all, built the way I was and the way I dressed. I was practically asking for it.

I waved over at the woman as I passed her by the Oranges in the Produce section. My heels clicked and clacked on the tile floor, and I smiled at the poor produce clerk as he looked at me. When I passed, I heard the familiar noise of something dropping. 'Poor guy' I thought to myself.

Another woman stared at me with eyes that could bore a hole through metal. Again I just shrugged it off. I couldn't help it, I loved my body. What was the saying if you got it flaunt it? I had it in spades. Long dark black hair, athletically toned body, that I took care of every day at the gym, at home. I ate healthy because I wanted to keep my figure. I hardly drank, never smoked in my life. The pay off was a body that I loved, and so did my husband, Jeff.

The so-called icing on the cake was my chest. I don't want to toot my own horn, but the boob fairy had hit me with all she had when she was given out the goods. On my body, they were the first things people noticed, then they either noticed my ass or my dark hair that came down to just above my ass. I had what has been commonly called a whootie. When my friends Tina called me that on my first day at the job, I had to look it up. It wasn't a wrong phrase like I said I had it all.

There was the woman from produce again, this time she was talking to another woman, probably a friend. They were staring at my direction as I picked up some other ingredients for my homemade salsa. Now some would look at me and say she is all looks, or that most of my beauty is cosmetic. They would be wrong on all accounts. Everything about me is homegrown from the sticks of Louisiana if I told people where I was from they probably couldn't find it. It was a small town in the middle of nowhere. It's where I learned how to cook, clean, fish, hunt, and do anything I damn well wanted.

Most of these women would freak out if their husband brought home a dead deer. Not me I could take that deer, hang it, clean it, and cut it up and have meals planned for months. When guys saw me, they thought maybe I was an easy lay, or a slut, or someone they could get into their bed. They would be wrong, as well. I have slept with two men in my life, my present husband and one other.

"Help you find anything ma'am?" one of the stock clerks asked as I turned down another aisle.

"No thanks, Hector," I said as I read his name tag.

My life hadn't all been rosy. By the time I was twelve my father had died on the farm, it was an accident, nothing could have been done about it. One of those freak things that happen that even if you tried to repeat, you couldn't. Mom joined him shortly after, they said it was medical problems, but most of us knew it was a broken heart that took her.

My brothers raised me after that, they were all I had, all four of them were older than me. There was nothing they couldn't do once they set their mind to it. High school was easy for me, by the time I entered Sophmore year, I had the most significant chest on the grounds. My older brother Robbie was in his Senior year and captain of the football team. Jake, my other brother, had been the star quarterback when he had attended, so everyone knew who I was, and most of the guys wouldn't touch me with a ten-foot pole.

Not that I wanted them to, I had no interest in guys. Steve and Troy, my two oldest, had already set their minds up that I was going to college. Neither of them had gone, and they wanted the rest of us to go and make something of our lives. Jake was in the local college, he already had scouts looking for him.

"What?" I shouted down the aisle at the two ladies staring at me. "Want me to take a picture?"

They both turned and walked away. Looks I could stand, even the once in a while comments, but the constant judgment was another thing. I bet the two of them had slept with more men than there were men in the grocery store.

By the time I got to college, my breasts were massive. I had to buy custom bras and get sized every year. I went most of my college years sticking to myself. I ignored the looks from the men and women and even some of the male faculty members, which included a few professors. That was where I met my first love, Jason Honald, he was a geek, a nerd, or whatever the new term would be these days.

A smile crept over my face as I remembered the first time I saw him. Slouched over his books in the library. I was looking for a book on human anatomy, and he got annoyed at me for talking to myself. He got up and walked past me, reached for the book, gave it to me then walked back to his seat. He didn't even look at me.

That was uncommon, not to gloat but even in college, I got a lot of stares. "Thanks," I remember telling him.

"No problem," was what he said. Not even looking up as he spoke. It took me two months to get him to notice me. After that, we were always studying together, reading, playing online games. He taught me a lot about videos games, especially RPG games, which I still loved to play to this day.

When it was time to graduate, we still hadn't made out or even kissed. Until one night, we were talking as we stared up at the stars, on the field just behind the college campus. We told each other we didn't want to be virgins anymore.

I cracked a laugh on the aisle as I picked up the chips for my salsa. "Sorry," I said to the man behind me.

We all know how the first times go. Well, my first time was absolutely horrible. There was fumbling and dropping and drooling and lets just they don't have a timer for how fast it ended. The second time was in the library behind a bookshelf, that went a lot better. By the fifth time, we were in sync. Then it was over, he went back home to Maine.

I looked outside as I got to the cashier. A small town outside of Spartanburg, South Carolina. It wasn't a good story about how I got here. Let's just say mistakes were made and opportunities lost. I became a fitness instructor after many failed attempts at other professions. I met Jeff shortly after college, and we had been together ever since.

"Find everything, okay?" the cashier asked.

"Yeah, thanks," I smiled.

I slowly walked out of the store towards the parking lot.

I do love my life, though. I am married to a wonderful man. We have a lovely house, good friends. Two dogs, but no kids. No plans on starting a family, so we both took that chance away, surgically.

Jeff pulled up to me. "Can I take you home, sexy?"

"I don't know," I smiled as I continued walking. "My husband is the real jealous type."

"He won't mind," Jeff said playfully as the car continued to roll forward as I walked. "What do you say? Take you home, get to know each other, have a few drinks?"

I stopped and looked at him. "Just a few drinks?" I asked as I stopped and looked into the car.

"Just a few," Jeff smiled with that look that can drop my panties.

"Okay," I shrugged. "But I have to get home soon, I am making some food for his friends for the game tonight."

"A few drinks and I will bring you right back," Jeff winked.

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Moments later, Jeff had me pinned against the wall of our kitchen as he pulled up my short skirt and drove himself into me.

I loved our Friday night shenanigans. It was the reason I wore the slutty shirt that revealed most of my cleavage and made my boobs bounce with every step. The long stripper boots that came up to my thighs and the short skirt that barely covered my ass.

I knew Jeff was behind me looking at all the men and women staring at his wife, his property. It turned him on watching people react to his slutty wife walk the aisles. Then as I went to the check out I saw him leave the store, all I had to do was play the role, and now I was his for the taking.

"Such a nasty slut," Jeff said as he fucked me.

"Your nasty slut," I said as I felt his hard cock drive into me over and over. "Did you see the produce clerk, he dropped the whole box," I said as I wrapped my legs around him crossing my boots behind him.

"Yes, I bet he wishes he was fucking you right now," Jeff said as he pushed his head into my chest.

"Yes," I said, feeling him take me the way he liked. "Poor Hector the grocery guy had a great view of my ass as I walked by him."

"He nearly fell to the floor as you walked by," Jeff growled.

Then I felt it. Jeff was cumming. "A little more," I pleaded. It was too late. I felt Jeff spasm as he shot his cum deep into me.

Slowly he lowered me to the floor. "I will get things ready," I said as he walked away.

"Okay," Jeff said defeated.

It wasn't his fault. Two years ago he had an accident at one of his weight lifting tournaments while he was out of town. Since then, he had constant back problems as well as other problems. We had tried everything from drugs to counseling to role-playing. The only thing that got him to last as long as he did now was these Friday nights.

I got everything ready for the big game. It was our turn to host, and I had gone all out. Making everything I could think of that would go with the game. Tacos, Hot Dogs, Burgers, Nachos, Fries, Potato Skins, you name it, I made it. I was going to show all our friends that we should host the first game of the season every year.

"Holy crap!" Jeff said as he came down the stairs and into the kitchen.

I had the whole spread laid out on our large table. "Told you, I was going all out," I smiled looking over at him.

"Are those pork tacos?" Jeff said as he walked over to the other side.

"Yes, and don't you dare touch," I smacked his hand. "I made somethings you can nibble on, over there," I said as I pointed to the stove.

Jeff was a tall man. Well built, not as developed as he used to be, but he did what he could within his capability. When I first met him, he was a monster of a man. Massive arms, big broad chest, and shoulders that looked perfect with my feet wrapped around them. He also had blonde hair. Now it was shaved bald, and his beard had more gray in it.

"I am going to get ready," I said as I went up the stairs. "Don't touch anything!" I yelled down.

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When I got out of the shower, I could hear some of the guests already. It sounded like Doug, and his wife Fran were here, also Gaden and his girlfriend Liz. I got cleaned up and put on my clothes. I wore my favorite team shirt that fit my chest like a second skin. I had also cut it so that it showed some but not all of my stomach. Short black jean shorts and brown ankle boots completed the look.

"Fran!" I yelled as I came down the stairs that led to the living room.

Fran and Doug were our oldest friends, we knew everything about each other. Doug and Jeff had gone on the road together, after Doug's accident he had tried to be a trainer or a judge but the long plane rides were not good for his back. Now he worked as a shift manager at one of the warehouses.

"Look at you," Fran said as she looked at my Saints shirt. Fran was a die-hard Patriots fan. We both loved to tease each other.

Gaden and his new girlfriend joined in with the merrymaking, and we sat down to watch the game. The bell rang, and I got up to answer. Leon and his friend Jacob entered, followed by two other people from Jeff's job. It didn't take long for our place to be packed with people. Jeff and I loved to socialize, so we met a lot of people.

Mainly it was Jeff, I didn't mind socializing as long as it kept him happy. After his accident, he had fallen into a deep depression, and it took a while for him to get out of it. Social media and getting out and seeing people helped out a lot.

"I will get some more food," I said as I made my way to the kitchen.

I took more of the small cocktail dogs out of the oven.

"Don't know how you do it," Fran said as she joined me in the kitchen.

"Do what," I said with a smile.

"That," she said, pointing to my face. "I know inside it is killing you to have all these people in your house."

"Yeah," I nodded. Half the people in my house I didn't even know or heard of until today. All Jeff would say when he introduced us was he met them on this site, or they had been talking online. Jeff hated his job at the warehouse, so he had all these get rich quick ideas. Which led to him being online and searching for things or talking by web camera to some unknown person miles away from us.

"It will get better," I nodded. "He just needs to get it out of his system."

"Uh-huh," Fran said. "And on the other front?"

Fran was not one to hold back. She would tell the President he had a booger hanging from his nose in front of everybody, even if it was televised. I always said it was the black woman in her. Since she was half black and half white.

"Not going to mention it," I shook my head.

"Uh-huh," Fran said, staring at me. "Frustrated, I bet."

I began to say something, but Fran stopped me. "Not his fault."

I nodded.

"I'll take these out," Fran said, taking the tray. "You take a breather."

I sat down and looked at my kitchen. I did all of this to please him. Yes, I wanted to be the house everyone went to, but friends I knew, people I could look at and say their names. Not everyone and everyone he came across or talked to over the internet.

"Robin?" a voice said from the corner of the living room.

"Jack!" I yelled as I approached Jake's best friend. "You made it!"

We hugged hard, and I didn't want to let him go. "Jake says he is sorry he couldn't make it," Jack said as we sat down at the table.

"He still playing arena football?" I asked.

"Yeah," Jack nodded. "Also trying to get into semi-pro leagues, and Canada leagues."

I shook my head. Jake had one good pre-season game in the NFL, and then he got cut, since then no one had looked his way. Scouts said he had the arm and legs to make it in the NFL, but he stared down his receivers and never looked away. The other two games he played he had three picks in each match.

Jake and I talked for what seemed like hours. He was the closest thing I had to family now. My other brothers had all disappeared. We all went our separate ways after Jake, and I went to college. The older brothers sold the farm, sent us our share of the money and poof! They were gone.

"Robin?" Jeff said as he entered the kitchen.

I jumped up as Jeff entered. "Sorry," I said, looking at him. "We got carried away."

I wasn't joking when I said Jeff was a jealous man. It was all fun if he was watching or on Fridays, but other times he could get really mean.

"Jack," Jeff said as he walked closer to me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Jeff," Jack nodded.

"How's the teaching?" Jeff asked.

I rolled my eyes. "He doesn't teach anymore," I sighed. "He is a conservationist."

"Right," Jeff nodded as he looked down at Jack. "Saving the whales, or is it the rainforest?"

"It was nice to catch up with you," Jack said as he smiled at me. "Jeff, always a pleasure."

"You don't.." I began to say before Jeff pulled me closer to him.

Jack disappeared into the crowd of people.

"There are tons of people here, why do you have to talk to him?" Jeff said as he let me go.

Ever since I told Jeff I once had a crush on Jack in high school, he never let it go. Nothing happened Jack and Jake were friends, and he came around a lot, that was it.

"You need to get over it," I said pushing passed him.

I loved my husband and was faithful. Yes, I was a tease. Yes, I dressed provactively, but those were times when he wanted me to, other wise I tried to keep everything hidden on the off chance I didn't I made sure everyone knew I was married. Even when I took on clients, I made sure they knew I was married, by bringing him up many times. I was a flirt to those I trusted and only teased out in public never privately. There was no reason for him to be jealous or think for a moment I would cheat on him.

I slammed the door to my office and went to my computer. Jeff knew better than to come in here. It was one place that hadn't been taking over by his schemes.

I booted the computer up and went to my favorite site. Other than working, I had an online hobby. I loved to write erotic stories. I had made a fictional character up named Betty Thompson. I had over thirty stories with her as the main character. It started off as a playful idea, which now had a life of its own.

On the forums, Betty had a fan base. People even sent me fan art of what Betty would look like if she were real. Betty was not me, or did she represent me. In fact, she had average-sized breasts, average body, and a job that took her traveling the globe. Some people speculated I was a male as my pen name was a mash of my favorite dates. No name, no email, no messenger was on my profile. I didn't even put down sex. Jeff had access to my account, and he could log on to it whenever he wanted. I didn't hide my hobby from him.

I continued from my last save. This chapter, Betty was flying a red-eye flight from Paris to Tokyo. The man next to her was flirting with her. I got engrossed in my story and nearly had it finished when there was a knock on the door. I looked up thinking it was Fran, she would be the only one bold enough to open the door.

"Oh," a man said. "Someone said this was the bathroom."

I sat there in shock as I looked at the man. "No," I said, barely in a whisper. "Next door to the right."

"Oh, Okay, Sorry," the man said as he closed the door.

My mind was still trying to register what I had just seen. I saved where I had left off and got up. I got out of my office and saw Fran standing there.

"Did you just see," I began to say.

"Uh-huh," Fran replied as we stared down the hallway to the bathroom.

"Do they know?" I asked.

"I don't know," Fran shook her head.

I turned around to look for my husband. "Jeff?" I asked as I walked through the small crowd. It had seemed to die down from the last time I was out here.

"Yeah?" Jeff smiled as he walked to me. He was drunk, and so was Doug.

"Did you know there is a ..." I couldn't bring myself to say it.

"Black man," Fran said. "There is a black man in your house."

Doug began to laugh. "I told you they would freak out!"

"Yes, you did," Jeff laughed along with him.

I was used to black men at my work, even in the neighborhood, but never had one enter my house. Not because of me, but Jeff didn't like them. He didn't trust them, and neither did Doug, even though his wife was half black.

"Relax," Jeff said. "He works with me at the warehouse, he is the one that set me up for the rims on the car. He also knows where I can buy a few more wholesale."

"No," I shook my head. "You are not buying a shit ton of rims and then try to sell them online."

Too many times, Jeff had filled our garage, our shed, and our trailer with shit. I was putting my foot down. "We still haven't got rid of all the bathroom fixtures you tried to sell last time."

"Relax Robin," Doug said. "We bought a storage facility."

"You what?" Fran shouted.

"We went all went in together," Jeff said. "Ray, Doug, and Me. Equal partners."

"Wait," Fran shook her head. "What does he get out of this?"

I turned to face my husband.

"He gets a fair share of the profits," Doug said while taking a swig of his beer.

"You're lying," Fran shook her head. "He could sell them himself if they were that good."

"Yeah, we aren't dumb," I shook my head.

"Okay," Jeff said, looking at me. "Half off his rent."

"No!" I shouted. "That's it!" I yelled. "Everyone out!"

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