Fight or Flight

I thought Barb and I were beginning the perfect life together. We bought a nice 3 bedroom ranch with a deck and fenced in back yard, own 2 late model cars, and owe a couple of hundred on our only credit card.

Barb and I have been married 7 happy years and have 2 precious children, 4 year old Becky and 3 year old Brandon. Barb works for a dog food company on the processing line. Not a glamour job but it pays well and has full benefits.

I work down the road at a distribution warehouse as a shipping supervisor, also not a glamour job but the pay and benefits are very good. I have a college degree in business management that I earned by going to college days and working at the warehouse nights as a dock worker. I have worked there 14 years and as a supervisor for 9.

I could make more money with the company but I would have to move. Both our families live in the area and the raise wouldn't make up for the loss of Barb's income so here we stay. I'm not complaining because I like my job and the people that work for me. I try to treat people the way I want to be treated.

I expect my workers to do their job and get the work completed safely. If the work is finished and the area can pass a safety inspection, I have no problem with them sitting down and relaxing until the next truck comes in. Anyway back to my story.

Everything in our life was going great until Carla entered it. Carla has the ability to change Barb from a sweet loving woman into an evil wild bitch. She did it when they were in high school together, and she is doing it again, now!

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My name is William Henderson, Bill to my friends., I'm 5' 7", 165 pounds with hazel eyes and dark brown hair speckled with silver grey that makes me look older than my 32 years. I have known Barb and Carla for a long time. I'm 4 years older than Barb and Carla so I didn't really pay any attention to them until I was a senior in high school. I remember the first time I saw Barb walking in the hallway her freshman year.

She was short and cute, about 5'2" with a slim figure, shoulder length brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. Barb and her friends then were your average happy, talkative teens. She would smile at me and say hi when I glanced at her in the hallways or talk to me if we met outside of school.

Unfortunately I was too shy to ask her out so we never really got to know one another back then. I noticed the change in Barb the next spring of that year before I graduated. Specifically when I heard a loud female voice cussing out some guys at the mall. I saw a different slutty looking Barb with a tall loud very slutty looking blonde.

They were hanging around a group of guys with, how should I put this, less than sterling reputations. A couple were seniors like me, 2 graduated 3 years ago, another one had dropped out of school, the last couple were younger than me but already were known as troublemakers. All those guys had the reputation for drinking, drugs, and trouble.

I found myself just staring at Barb. I couldn't believe the change in her. A loud comment from the blonde about the little fucking pervert brought me back to reality. I turned red as I looked at the smirking blonde and the rest of the laughing group and quickly walked away.

At school I found out the blonde was Carla and she and her recently divorced mother had moved to town to live with her grandmother. Her grandmother lived 3 blocks down from Barb's parents. The other thing I noticed was none of Barb's original friends were with her anymore.

I graduated in the middle of my class and went on to the local college. My mother couldn't afford to help me other than let me stay at home for free. My father was a welder. He died in an industrial accident when I was 14. He left mom in fair shape financially because he always took the death and disability insurance on all large purchases.

Mom ended up with the house and the car paid off plus $50,000 in life insurance after his funeral expenses. She worked from home submitting claims to the insurance companies for a nearby group of physicians. It paid well enough to meet all her expenses and save a little for retirement, but not enough for my college.

I had worked through high school so I already had my own car and I found the perfect job at a distribution warehouse working the night shift as a dock worker. The pay was good plus I had full benefits.

Whenever I finished loading a truck and nothing else was needed, I could work on my studies. Patrice, the supervisor's clerk would let me study in the office to keep the other dock workers from harassing me. I found out she was about 3 years older than me and been a clerk for 2 years.

She had married her high school sweetheart, Frank, right after graduation. Frank was a switchman on the railroad and also worked the night shift. I told her about my dream to graduate college with a business management degree and eventually have a wife and family.

It took about 6 months for the rest of the workers to consider me one of them. I still studied and spent the free time with Patrice, but the other guys became more prone to ask me questions instead of harassing me for studying. They even invited me to the Last Chance Lounge after work for a drink even though I was still a minor.

At 7am the police didn't come into a lounge to check for underage drinkers since the crowd was made up of the dock and factory workers from the night shift. The Last Chance is where I learned about sex from Wanda.

I was 20 and had worked at the warehouse for almost 3 years. I was still going to college but I would stop in the Last Chance on the days I didn't have a morning class. The place was jumping that morning; a group of women from one of the factories were celebrating Wanda's final divorce decree. They were drinking and dancing with any guy willing to dance.

One of the women pulled me out on the dance floor and before I knew it, I had a steady stream of ladies taking turns dancing with me including Wanda more than a few times She was nice, about my height,5"7", with full breasts and round hips. She looked to be older than me by quite a few years.

One of the ladies ground her pelvis into mine during a slow song and whispered in my ear.

"You know darlin what Wanda needs to make her celebration complete is for a young stud like you to take her home and fuck her brains out."

A couple of drinks and a few slow steamy dances with Wanda and I let my other head lead me.

"Wanda honey, we need to continue this dance in a more comfortable place like the bedroom of your apartment."

After a quick fuck, Wanda found out my experience was zero. She took it upon herself to teach me how to make love to her from the nibbling of her ears on down her neck and the gentle kisses around her collar and across her breasts to the tender stroking of her breasts with my fingers. I found out how she liked her nipples sucked, bitten and teased. She was very patient and specific how to lick and suck on her pussy until she would grab my head and scream.

I learned every position she liked to make love in and which ones she liked to just be fucked until orgasms and exhaustion won out. For over a year we didn't really date as much as meet at the Last Chance and have a couple of drinks before going to her apartment.

Like all good things, it eventually came to an end.

"Bill sweetie. I've loved every minute we have been together, but it's time we say goodbye. I have been dating an old boyfriend the last few months, and I feel the relationship is serious enough now that I want to be a one man woman."

"I want to thank you for everything you have taught me. I will always remember you Wanda and wish you only the best in your future." I kissed Wanda's cheek and left.

I graduated the following spring. It had taken three and a half years but I felt proud of what I accomplished while working a full time job. I even got a hug and a kiss on the cheek from Patrice when I told her.

With college out of the way, I felt I could finally spread my wings and move out of my mom's house. I found a nice apartment in a blue collar area thanks to my co-worker, Jimmy, who lives in the complex and recommended it. The rent was easily within my budget, besides I split the driving to work with Jimmy. He even helped me move in the second hand furniture I bought.

Jimmy is about 15 years older than me and has been a dock worker since he graduated high school. He is your average guy who once he considers you a friend will do anything for you. He is divorced but has a wonderful girlfriend, Rhonda that he has lived with for the last 10 years.

He told me how one day he felt sick and went home early only to find his wife in bed with her old high school boyfriend. That's why he will not marry again and Rhonda seems OK with the arrangement.

A year after I graduated from college they offered me the job of shipping supervisor for the second shift from 4PM to midnight that I immediately agreed to take it the minute they explained the added pay and benefits. When I told Jimmy the news, he drove us straight to the Last Chance for a celebration drink after work.

When I started my first day as supervisor, who do I see on my shift but Jimmy. He said he transferred to second shift so we could stay a team. I still saw Patrice when she came in the office to start her shift as I finished mine. I would tell her about the warehouse gossip and she would tell me what happened in the outside world.

My life changed one hot Wednesday night. It had been over a hundred and humid outside since our shift started and not much cooler in the warehouse. At 10:00pm, it was still in the 90s with high humidity. I had the guys rotating so they could take a 10 minute break in the air conditioned office. After work Jimmy and I went over to the Last Chance for a couple cold ones before we went home.

Everyone must have had the same idea because the place was full and it was the middle of the week. We got our beers and as I look for a place to sit, I see her. Barb is with a group of women and she is looking beautiful. She seemed to have changed back to the happy smiling person I first remembered.

She looked up at me and smiled, so I walked over and asked her to dance. While we danced a few songs I tried to make conversation with her over the noise but it was impossible so she agreed to just go out Saturday night. She wrote her address and phone number down for me and said to call her around 1:00pm tomorrow to set a time and place.

We set up a date for 7:00pm Saturday for dinner and a movie. We talked for a little while about our lives since we only knew each other in passing during high school.

We had a good first date and many more after that. She finally agreed to come to my apartment after we had dated for 2 months and only made out the last 3 weeks.

We embraced as soon as the apartment door closed. The kissing heated up as I lifted her top over her head and began kissing and nibbling down her neck. I unclasped her bra and gently lowered it down her arms 'till it fell at our feet.

I lightly cupped her breast and brushed my thumb over her nipple as I kissed and licked the other breast. When her nipples hardened and her sighs became louder, I began sucking on her nipple as I unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor.

When my fingers found her panties wet as I passed my hand between her legs, I led her to the bedroom where I finished undressing her and put her in the middle of the bed. I hurriedly undressed before sliding my head between her parted legs.

I kissed up the inside of her left thigh and then down the right. When I did it again, I could hear the frustration in her groans. On the third time I licked from the bottom of her lips to the top causing a loud moan. I licked and sucked with abandon making sure I flicked my tongue over her clit often while I continued to pinch and pull on her nipples.

As I heard her breathing change to short gasps, I sucked her clit into my mouth and rapidly tongued it. Barb let out a scream as she arched her back off the bed. I backed off her clit and slowly licked her lips until her breathing slowed.

Then I pulled a condom out of the nightstand and rolled it on. Moving over her, she grasped my cock and placed it at her entrance where I slowly slid all the way in. We set a slow rhythm as we kissed and whispered the sweet words new lovers say. Our pace increased as our orgasms neared until we slammed together as we went over the top.

I pulled out after a few minutes of afterglow bliss to remove the condom and bring back a warm washcloth and a towel. We cuddled and fell asleep only to wake up in the middle of the night for a second round of love making. Sunday morning, Barb was the one initiating the sex by straddling my morning hard on and sliding down on it.

After that weekend, Barb spent every Saturday night at my apartment until her lease expired and she moved in with me. A year later we were married.

It was at one of the Sunday breakfasts before we were married that I asked about Carla.

"I wondered when you were going to bring that up," said Barb with a pained look on her face.

"She moved away a year after you graduated. She was doing drugs by then and was on probation for shoplifting. She was about to be expelled from school for absenteeism only because they didn't have solid proof she was selling drugs in school."

Barb took a sip of coffee to collect her thoughts before continuing.

"About the same time, her mother lost her waitress job when another waitress accused her of sleeping with her husband. My parents had already forbid me from associating with Carla after I was picked up with her over the shoplifting. It was a few months after that when she moved."

"Your personality really changed around Carla," I said, "You became a totally different person, so mean and I guess you would say wild."

"With Carla," said Beth as I could feel her defenses rise, "I felt free to be anyway I wanted without regard to anyone. She showed me I could experience everything that life had to offer."

"But isn't there a price to pay eventually for your actions?" I asked.

"Carla never believed it. She believed you lived life by your own rules. There are times I believe she had the right idea."

I should have taken her words more to heart then, but I was foolishly in love and considered her just spouting phrases from a long gone bad influence. What Barb said bothered me but I soon forgot all about it.

We stayed at the apartment for 3 years and saved every dime we could. We dreamed of buying a home and having children. My old car died so we had to buy another which slowed the house buying down, but eventually we had enough for a down payment and started our search. We must have looked at over a hundred houses until we found the one we wanted at the price we could afford.

I remember after we moved in we spent the first week having sex in every room of the house. I remember after we arrived home from work one night, I laid her on the kitchen table and pulled off her pants. I worked two fingers into her vagina as I ran my thumb over her clit until she was wet enough, dropped my pants and took her rough and fast. It was the first time I had ever done rough sex like that to Barb. She acted the wildest and had the loudest orgasm I had ever seen from her.

We started acting like a suburban married couple and had our friends over for cookouts in the summer. She invited a few different couples from her job and I always invited Jimmy and Rhonda, plus Frank and Patrice. I enjoyed the company of both couples and I thought Barb did too.

We announced at one cookout that Barb was pregnant and we would be having a baby in the spring. Everyone congratulated us, but I notice a sadness come over Patrice. I asked her about it the following Monday.

"I'm sorry if I damped the excitement over Barb's pregnancy, but I can never have children. Just recently, we decided to remove our name from the adoption waiting list."

I looked at her in shock as tears gathered in my eyes, "Oh Patrice! I'm so sorry to hear that. You and Frank would have been great parents."

Spring arrived and so did our daughter Becky, as cute as her mother. Barb took her maximum paid maternity leave before returning to work. My mother happily agreed to watch Becky because she was finally a grandma. Barb's mother didn't care as she was already watching grandchildren from her other two daughters.

Barb returned to work and our new routine began. Barb and I took turns feeding and changing Becky. Neither of us stopped after work for a drink like we use to. Barb would go home and fix us something to eat while I picked up Becky at Mom's. We would talk about our day and make plans for the weekend while we ate.

One of us would clean up the kitchen while the other rocked Becky back to sleep, and then we would meet in the bedroom for some adult time, which is why our son was born a year later. Barb had just started on the pill so I had to use condoms for the first month. One night we became a little too excited in our playing and I forgot to put one on. I realized my error as we lay cuddled together.

Brandon was born that winter. I got a vasectomy to make sure no accidents were going to occur again. Even with having two children close together Barb was still a beautiful looking woman and I made sure to tell her every day. Her hips were rounder and her breasts a little bigger but I loved her more than ever.

The next few years seemed to fly by as Becky learned to crawl and then walk and talk. Brandon was crawling and beginning his wobbly walking. Barb and I were happy with each other and the way our lives were turning out.

The only dark cloud to come our way was the day we found out Frank had a massive heart attack at work. By the time they found him, he was dead. Patrice was devastated. Barb and I tried to spend as much time with her as we could. We finally convinced her to move back home on the other side of town with her mother. Jimmy and I worked on her house and yard until she eventually decided to sell it.

She and Frank had bought the big old house with the thought of having a house full of children.

When they found out Patrice was barren, they had put so much time and effort fixing up the house that they couldn't part with it. Now she couldn't even look at it without thinking about all their failed dreams. Jimmy and I packed up and moved all her furniture to a storage facility while Barb and Rhonda brought all her clothes and personal items to her mother's house.

It took her a long time and a lot of sessions with a grief counselor before she could return to work. I would stay a few extra minutes every night talking to her, but mainly just listening as she released the pain she was feeling. Many times it was a matter of just holding her as she cried, until the sorrow passed and she began to heal. Within a year Patrice was almost her cheerful self again which was good because my hell would be starting soon.

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April 12th, it was a Friday night. I had picked up the kids at my Mom's house and brought them home. I had already laid Brandon in his bed and was carrying Becky from the car when Barb pulled in the drive. I kept walking in the house when I noticed a second car pull in. I put Becky to bed and came back down stairs.

"So you married the little pervert." I heard in a loud voice that could only belong to one person.

I saw Barb and Carla sitting at the kitchen table, Barb snickering at the comment and Carla with her classic smirk on her face. I said hello to Carla and tried to act polite hoping it was a short visit as she drove through town.

"Carla started working at the factory this Monday," said an excited Barb "isn't it great! She moved back to town and is living with her grandmother again."