- Loving Wives
- Heel and Toe
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Click hereMarta moved off to accept congratulations from others gathering around victory circle.
I noted that the professional racer was talking to a woman now, a very pretty woman. As she turned her head, I recognized her. Wow, my wife! That was why he cut me off. He figured out who she was and didn't want me saying something stupid to upset her, marring this wonderful day. I moved towards her back hearing her say, "I couldn't be more proud of him! He... He's given up a lot for me. I wish he would race more, he doesn't for me."
Holy cow, she knew! There was no way she could have heard it from her mom already.
The racer was saying, "I think you guys made the right decision."
Devon countered, pride more than evident in her voice, "It was all his decision. He's my man."
The driver returned, "You chose well Miss. You got the best one here!" He smiled broadly as he walked away.
Devon sighted me out of the corner of her eye, she rushed up to me. "Wow, baby fourth! You took fourth place and did it against full tilt professionals!"
"Fourth?" I was stunned. I thought I was running fifth, perhaps one of the top cars retired with a mechanical issue. Sometimes you have to acknowledge your own deeds. You don't do it often, but now was one of those times. I had to admit I'd done well, better than I hoped. Everyone was rooting for the car; it was the reason many were here. No wonder they wanted it pulled up here next to the top three. It had earned it!
I looked over and saw the people that had helped me, my team! We rushed into each other's arms. It felt like we'd won Le Mans. My team had a tremendous amount to do with it, setting up the car to its zenith. I told them so. They told me what I did at the end was spectacular. They couldn't believe who I'd held off. They said he'd spoken to them glowing about how I drove the DBR. He'd reiterated, "I had a chance to see one of the great cars in action at the hands of someone who knew what she could do and how she could do it. It was something I'll never forget!"
It really was better than I ever hoped for and almost more than I could believe.
I was beaten by an old but newer Ferrari, and old but newer Porsche, and an old but newer while still quite old, Cobra. I liked that one. Those four cars formed a little pocket of history telling the story of the DBR's past and future. Perhaps all weren't the right models, but the makes were important.
Better yet, I beat a number of old but newer, and a bunch of as-old cars, too. I did really, really, well! That race would make me smile the rest of my life. As a special treat as much for the crowd as me, they announced the fourth-place car too! They had me stand on the ground to the side of the third-place driver as he stood on the lowest step of the driver's podium, and right next to the line of cars. I called for Marta to come over and stand with me. She balked at first until the crowd roared its approval. It made a great picture. I imagined I was at Le Mans or Nürburgring. It was as close as I would ever come, and a hell of a lot closer than I imagined six months ago before the ladies hit me with this idea.
Best of all the announcers remembered my homage from the beginning of the race and when they announced the DBR's fourth place finish they announced James and I as the drivers. A huge cheer went up for James after that, which finally did bring tears to my eyes. That sent the DBR off well, Marta threw her arms around my neck reduced to a crying, sloppy, happy, mess!
* * * * * *
Upon our return home and my backing the DBR1 back into Marta's garage there was one concern I had to address. I had gotten into it with the Porsche, which left an impression on everyone watching and in the DBR. It was more of a crease than a dent along the right-side door and rear fender. The car functioned fine. I feared I'd disappointed Marta by marring her car, the look in her eyes dispelled that misapprehension immediately. She noted two things.
She beamed at "that beautiful car" as it sat in her garage. "You leave that alone! It's not a scar, it's a character line won fairly in battle, with a magnificent pilot achieving the highest placement she ever took in combat since James rebuilt her. That crease is her finest moment. It's the one flaw on a beautiful woman that shines the light on all the rest of her perfection. It's the mole on Marilyn Monroe. Leave it alone!"
The second thing she noted right after. She and Devon and I were still looking at the Aston, admiring the car that had given us such a wonderful weekend and that had been the centerpiece of what was again a happy, and now growing family.
"You know I thought your plan was to have made me another grandchild by now. I don't think that's happened yet. You know, the DBR is a very tightly couped car. There's all sorts of innuendo or entendre that can be made concerning an intimate cockpit." She cut her eyes to Devon, "We were never sure, but it's actually possible you were conceived in that cockpit young lady."
Devon's eyebrows arched as Marta headed for the garage door announcing, "I'm going to take a shower in my bedroom, which is on the far side of the house. Then I'm going to make us drinks and get ready to sit out back on the porch where I wish to discuss the race as much as I can before I fall asleep. Hmm, so much history repeated today." She looked back at me then her daughter. Then very pointedly at the cockpit of the Aston. "Perhaps history might be able to repeat one more time before we meet in the backyard later. What do you think?" Marta couldn't suppress her smile, as she headed out the garage door closing it securely behind her.
I looked at Devon, "The hood is thin aluminum, we can't get on that."
"You can bend me over it though. And I can think of three deliciously tight and probably painful ways to make things work in that cockpit. I'll help you fill that cockpit if you promise to fill mine. What do you say, racer? Are you gonna put me in the winner's circle?"
"Get your clothes off flag girl and start your engine."
We hurt ourselves the sex was so good, and we had serious fun. We actually shared that particular fact with Marta. She howled saying the only way to have sex in that car was to have it hurt. She also added that never stopped James and her from doing it though.
I didn't add that my last shot was special too, Devon said she had an idea despite my having already blown hugely into her. The look in her eye of pure sexual zeal aided greatly in getting me back in action. I wondered what she wanted. She had me bend her over all four fenders and take her until she came, because it was only right to christen each fender molded with the curves of a woman in mind, with an orgasm from a beautiful woman. Finally, she said she just couldn't keep going and that "Mom was probably waiting", but she wanted to do something special to have me blow my gasket on this special day.
The DBR is a right-handed driver, meaning the passenger seat is on the left, and the driver's on the right, reverse of how cars are made in the US. That's why I was up against the Porsche when it was on the outside in a left-hand curve. Devon walked to the passenger door rubbing her index finger on the car as she walked. Gloriously naked and already ravaged the toned muscles in her rear and legs sensuously flexing as she moved like a cat. She opened the door putting her left knee on the outer edge of the passenger seat. As she bent forward she looked back at me with a needful pout.
Devon made quite the picture: right leg straight out the wide-open door, left knee bent in the car. The curve of her hip reinforced by the hip line of the car. I would say that picture had a number of suggestive Freudian ques if not for the fact that Devon was being overtly sexual. As she continued to look back at me seductively, she bent over, raising her delicious ass in the air and bent down putting her head deep in the cockpit. As I accepted her invitation moving so I was standing behind her, I looked for her beautiful face. Her neck bent to the right her head rested on the padding over the transmission hump tilted to see me. A wicked grin sliced across her face as her eyes flared. Her lips parted as she breathed heavily. She lifted her head and moved it to the side raising it until with a sultry smile she licked the gear shift knob.
"Okay champ, let's trade the racing team for this double team."
Keeping her eyes on mine she opened her mouth and took the knob in moaning. I got right up behind her and took her wildly. She made sure to crane her head to let me see her work on the shift knob as she fellated it. I came with a literal roar. Devon felt and heard my excitement and said she saw stars with her resulting climax. We both ended up in a heap on the garage floor right outside of the car. She looked down to see a large amount of my ejaculate running out of her.
"You felt like a damn tree branch, Honey. Oh God, look how much cum!" Devon looked up at me beaming like she had just won her own race. She was proud of making me that excited as well as writing herself so distinctively into that very special day for me.
We cleaned up and limped out to spend some time with her mother. We spent the night there, picking the kids up from my parents the next morning where they congratulated us about the "win". Devon asked which one, to my parent's confusion.
* * * * * *
We were lucky, we had a happy ending after an intolerable situation. As soon as I had some idea what was really going on, I confronted Marta and Devon. According to my wife she'd already reached the breaking point of her cheating too and planned to stop it. I guess I'll live with that uncertainty. She's been good as gold since, and that's where I prefer to invest my energies.
Still, that's what happened: the bad and the good of it, and how we escaped, what failed and what worked. We heeled and toed with life's curves until we healed and towed the line that love needed. Now we were restored. Figuratively, I had the top down steering my best course through life, heel and toeing through the curves we encountered, with the wind in my hair, the sun on my face, and a big toothy smile, a feat that was only possible with Devon as my navigator.
I guess I can imagine better ways, to deal with a crisis, but old-fashioned confrontation, followed by old fashioned grueling, putting our love and commitments to the measure, teamwork prevailed for us. We wanted each other enough to do what was needed to keep each other. I'm not going to over think it, I'll just count my blessings instead. I plan to do it at redline.
End
Author's note.
Much to the detriment of my story a DBR1 sold for twenty-two and a half million dollars five year ago. It was the first of its breed and commanded a premium. Still, that extreme value crushed parts of this story, so you need to pretend this tale played out even further back in time than I had intended.
Sheesh. What's a storyteller have to do to get an even "brake"?
* * * * * *
I like this story and hope you do too. I'm sure it would have been better with an editor. I know at least one person has volunteered and I have not gotten back to them. I want to apologize publicly. I hope I just did.
I enjoy the stories here. I hope I have something to give back for all the enjoyment I have taken. I did want something for myself and that was the feedback. I wanted to hear that people enjoyed my efforts and I very much wanted to learn from the folks who commented on how to improve them. I see myself as more of a storyteller than a writer. I wish I had more talent as the latter because I want to tell the story as best I can. Those comments are the key. I looked forward to them. And then...
I don't have much patience for excuses, but explanations are owed. I haven't been able to read most of the comments my stories have generated yet. If someone asked me to clarify something they must think I'm a rude SOB. Since May a person very close to me canceled their wedding with only a month to go. No, the relationship did not survive. My father had a heart attack. He's doing fine. Apparently, they can install stints in the drive-through lane now. I have been flat on my back twice with respiratory infections -- something which simply doesn't happen to me. The economy has definitely been a challenge requiring much more time than anticipated. And a speeding careless driver totaled my vehicle at an intersection with me in it. Sheesh. It all combined to take my slow summer away from me, and here we are at the inception of what I pray will be a very busy fall.
For those who hoped to help me, for those who took the time to comment, I apologize for not getting back to you yet. I haven't read at least two thirds of them yet! It will happen but not in a timely way. If I've let you down, I'm very sorry!
- COMMENTS
JimmyThePlunger4 months agoWell written story, thoroughly enjoyed it whilst having some sympathy with the "too long" brigade. That said, I¡d never dream of telling a writer how long or short a story should be, I consider it a gross impertinence from the whingers who after all aren't paying to read these stories.
I'm not a car buff in any way but got interested enough to do a little browsing part way through so knew about the 22M+ sale but that detail was neither here nor there for me in relation to the story.
I'd also congratulate you on having written a very credible reconciliation story which required a lot of hard work from all parties involved.
Our Reggie is a prince amongst men, not many would have reconciled not only with his errant wife but also his clearly demented, at the time of the cheating, M-I-L. More or less full redemption of all parties and yes, despite what the "lick her to the kerb" crowd think, it is just about possible in the real world, aided by the fact that Devon didn't actually fuck the scumbag and that both she and her mother were clearly grief-stricken when off the rails.
Very well done, thank you.
danbo565 months agoIMO far too long and rambling kept going over the same thing sorry I don't usually write negative comments
Anonymous6 months agoTo the anon who wrote a whole story in the comment section. You're just as bad as this author. On and on and on. WTF
Anonymous6 months agoMan, I thought the main character was never going to shut his mouth. Way too long for what it was. 3*
Anonymous6 months agoIMHO good story about 6 chapters to long our as grandpa used to say Boy you beat that mule to death now bury it and move on!
Anonymous6 months agoRacing part was great. MIL was a psychotic bitch for first part of the story as she was deliberately using her daughter as bait at a club so she could f$ck a new beau after her husband died. The daughter was delusional and stupid. Her not thinking the first incident was cheating is wacky. Her rationale to go back a second time was just surreal and retarded. And the two of them going out the very next night before the intervention was just a huge undeveloped hole in the plot. Wtf?
Anonymous7 months agoSuch a good writer but why do you have to reenforce the same point again and again and again. I just stopped reading which is a shame.
enderlocke778 months agoHoly cow that anon wrote a story in the comment section. Didn't think a comment could be that long. If it is that long is it still considered a comment?
Anonymous8 months agoAn improvement of some of the author's other stories. The racing part was written very well.
However the human part was quite dialog heavy (at least now there are more back and forth in the conversations instead of monologued) and the plot was overly complex and convoluted with again a trickle truth until like page 8. Story still felt a bit bloated in the midsection.
Honestly the author writes good sentences and paragraphs. But it is stitching then together in the human part that is a bit vexing though better than some other earlier stories posted. The construction on the racing and the ending was well executed. The confrontation at the beginning was decent.
That aside the wife was a moron. Pure and simple. She had many options if being a wingman (which is already bad enough) to buy time for hee mother with her beau (btw did Marta ever end up with anyone?). For example, ask to leave the club foe a cup of coffee. Or to walk in a park. Or go to another corner of the club. Getting into the guy's car. Ludicrous.
The wife cheated pure and simple. Yes there was no actual adultery (no sexual intercourse) but being naked that first time, rubbing her genitals on his, teasing him until he would ejaculate, is sex. It is worse than giving a handjob and probably worse than giving a "head them off at the pass" blowjob.
Moreover, she got lucky. The jerk flipped her onto her back off his lap and had issues with the angle with his penis resting along but between her lips. Then getting ready to f$ck her, she cries out "Take me. Take me ... Reggie." Well 999/1000 assholes who screw married women would not hesitate to take the plunge.
Ok she had her epiphany as he hesitated and she start to push him off and smack him a bit to get off. And yes she was drunk. But almost cases there would be penetration, and the majority of guys would not stop unless she started spazzing out and screaming for help. In a parking lot, that would dissuade some predators, not others. She got lucky that he was just a jerk and an asshole not a predator. But seriously that was sex. And she didn't disclose this for 2 years, though her hsuband assumed she had already f$cked the guy and maybe fell in love with him. Despite that he took her back...
Anyways her excuses, especially with the backdrop of emails and texts and their prior making out sessions (with clothes on), ring pretty hollow (father dead, mother miserable, bubble from real life, her competitiveness streak, liquor, he was teasing her, etc). The only saving grace is that is was a coordinated hit on her marriage because her mom told her beau, to tell the asshole, how to seduce her, with drinks, dancing, touches, going slow, etc. That is a nasty betrayal by the her own mother.
Now the logical thing to do after her epiphany would be to go to her husband and confess. Seriously confession makes a big difference in marriages when cheating is involved especially for one night stands. The chance of a marriage surviving five years after discovery prior to confession is only 20%. Less than 15% when the wife is the one caught. But with confession before discovery, the odds go up to 60% to last five years (bit below 50% if wife is the cheater). That is 3x improvement in odds of reconciliation. Given they had no kids, she cheated, and there was weird circumstances with the MIL and soon after her father's death, immediate confession makes a huge difference. Especially with this MC.
But she goes back a second time, one month later, guilty and upset at home, frigid to her husband and cutting him out emotionally and sexually, bad enough (plus whatever had built up.before when she was going out as a wingman) that he hired a PI. Guess she didn't hide her guilt well. Obviously any communications that were recent with the asshole after the near intercourse incident, were reduced and more tepid, probably onkybstarting back up when she had her brilliant plan to "test" herself. I say this because he did not know that she intentionally set up the second make out date. That wasn't on emails or texts. She probably surprised the asshole. The MIL is culpable again because she did not go to the MCz even though she vehemently wanted her daughter to NOT go back. Except she happen3d to unintentionally get her daughter more drunk because the asshole was stepping up to predator by topping her off and wanted to makes sure to get laid that night. Sounded like ahe was more drunk second time than first. In her own words she was one drink away...even though she went in with full intent to stop him cold.
What really is absurd is her rational for going back a second time. It comes off as contrived or her going through temporary insanity. Any number of things could have happened once she got really drunk, ripped open her blouse with no bra, and took off her panties and gave them to the asshole. That is now a declaration of hubting season. Wtf? In her drunk mind she did it to get back into the "clench" in his car to then stiff him. Too bad he slipped his fingers in after he shifted backwards. Then she kissed him (remember she said how he was a great kisser in counseling, that was nice for hubby) while holding onto his waist band to prevent him sliding out (that is actually smart btw at that moment). Then after a short time she called him out, and being not a total slimeball, he let her up and they had some words, appearing like she rejected him, and she stormed off. But again her reasoning for going back a second time (which PI captured) is so dumb or insane that it is surreal. Yeah she is miserable, feels overwhelmed with guilt, doesn't tell her hsuband, blows him off at home emotionally and sexually so he hires a PI, and yeah sets up a second make out session in the guy's backseat to prove herself. Oh and yeah drinking to get liquid courage. Smart, right? Umm no. Anyways she does all this to prove that she is not a slut and she can resist being a cheater. Sorry honey you may not be a slut but you already cheated. And any number of factors were different, you woukd have been boned in the backseat of that car.
I get at the confrontation why she lied by omission of the events that first make out session turned into naked joint masturbation and bear penetration. But sex and cheating is nit jsut about adultery. The former doesn't have to have penetration. What she did with her naked rundown tease and then his penisnlaying between her folds is worse that a handjob / fingering to orgasm, and probably worse than a blowjob (though some will differ on that, to each their own). Somehow while she at first thought what she did was not cheating (it totally was), she knew if she disclosed those details marriage over. I can't blame her looking out for her own self interest while praying for time and opportunity to fix things.
It is pretty simple. She had an affair / cheated. She intentionally wrnt back a month Katerina after freezing out her husband. The first time, yes she was drunk and yes she was seduced using inside information provided by her mother (yay!), but why eveb get into thr back of the guy's car? Guess he turned her on and was a great kisser. I can almost buy the escape from reality angle while intoxicated and finally her subconscious lashed out calling the asshole Reggie, her husband's name. But author listed multiple other reasons as well (he was teasing me, we got into a competition and I'll show him, her line for cheating is way more forgiving than the MCs, etc) that make things confusing. Isn't it enough she was drunk, her mother provided info directly or indirectly to the asshoel how to seduce her, she was miserable and depressed since her mom was a wreck and her dad died, and oh yeah she was in lust with the guy.
Btw missed opportunity on not discussing the night of the confrontation. They were going out again. Even if the wife had no plans to do anything and drank soda water *she had already told the asshole off) and she had "conquered" her problem, why was the MIL taking her back out the next night after seeing her so distraught on the way home. No discussion about that.
That leads to the last point: the MIL. That was messed up. Maybe she did not think her daughter was getting so involved with the asshole (didn't know about kissing, emails, texts, etc). But then why the tips to bring down her early defenses (which alcoholic drinks, what songs, where to touch, don't get too aggressive, etc.). Wtf? That makes zero sense to get 10 minutes alone with her prospective new beau. Then after a month of her daughter hiding out and not going with her, she allows her daughter back a second time? Maybe she though that if she didn't go with her, her daughter was dumb enough to go alone. But if that is the case why not be vigilant for your daughter that night. Why not watch how much she drinks. Instead she made that worse. When daughter exposes her books to the whole club, step in and take her away and scold her realizing she is too drunk. Ok maybe she didn't see her giving the sshole her panties but she sure as heck should have known daughter went out to the parking lot again for her "test". Excuse yourself. Walk outside and be ready to intervene. Period! Full stop. And then to make it worse, while.hiding all this from her son-in-law, the NEXT night she is taking herbdaughter out again, clearly to go out clubbing, even if a different place (not discussed) , after seeing her daughter breakdown a second time? Wtf is wrong with Marta? With all of that happening there is no way the MC maintains a relationship with her. Maybe if he stays married and has grandkids then upgrade to cool and cordial Sure Marta is hurting but she is killing her daughter's marriage. Willingly! To hunt for male.sexual companionship for herself. Wtf?
Instead let the wife see her during daylight hours for the first 6 months. Allow contact to grow over time. Warn the wife and MIL that he will use a PI from time to time to follow his wife. And at the first sign of even flirting, he will enact a postnup (which is an absolute must in this case for reconciliation). Seriously him showing up two months later to be with her makes him into a Saint. Cannot believe that woukd fly in real life.
So some interesting premises. Lot of repetition. Racing part great. Confrontation was good. Dialog driven first 8 pages or so, but not as much monologuing. Sentences and paragraphs well written. Author's prose and use of language is quite good. Some minor editing issues. But cane off bloated. Too many reasons for what she did or did not do. MIL cane off as a Disney female villain, first couple of pages. Wife was unbelievably dumb. Trickle truth really dragged out the story and was annoying. Author pushed too far and had her wait two years to explain the first impact event (Evangelion reference) and how she had sex with the guy but soemhownshe didn’t think was cheating (not even the tip!).
Author's story but get an editor to pare down some of the bloat and repetition. More insight into what he is thinking and feeling. Why wait 2 years to come clean. Lighten up severity of first incident. Have the epiphany when the asshole starts taking his pants off. Then she messes up with intentional second incident that with one more drink, she would have been screwed (literally). Not sure how to work MIL mess. Get that part of the backbone of the storybwwa her being miserable and the two fo them and her friends pulling her through. But wow trickle truth to drag it out and do a rug pulls is not fun to read. Gets tiresome.
