Spontaneous Combustion!

After a moment she whispered, "do you have a condom?"

I told her I didn't. We both stayed like that, wrapped in each other's arms on the horns of this dilemma.

She then started caressing my erection. After a moment she scooted down and engulfed my engorged penis into her mouth. I lay there in ecstasy as she orally manipulated my manhood up and down. I was not going to last long.

"Anna" I breathed in warning of my imminent eruption.

She continued sucking and I had no control. I exploded into her mouth, she pulled away and it dripped down her chin. My breathing was ragged, my eyes closed, my body immobile.

"I better get a towel," she told me. I started laughing.

We began a new chapter in our relationship. The sexual intimacy washed over into the other parts of our relationship. At first I was cautious. Obviously my teenage breakup never quite left my psyche, but we talked about that. Anna knew. And the fact that she and Mia had been close during that time gave her an extra insight.

And sometimes I would get insecure that this beautiful, sexy, nice woman had chosen me. One night, alone, I carefully examined myself in the mirror. I was six foot tall, in fairly good shape, I worked out. I had all my hair and to be honest facially I looked fair, bordering on plain. As far as my cock, from what I had noticed in locker rooms, no worse than average, maybe a little above. Nothing wrong or bad, just nothing outstanding.

Anna took extra effort to reassure me. I had moments of insecurity, but they were becoming fewer. We got along great. We seem to have similar goals and objectives in life. There was just this small part of my brain, hard wired, that expected a tragedy someday. I tried as hard as I could, but it was difficult to stuff those thoughts away completely.

The sex part was fantastic. I mentioned earlier that throughout my young adult life I did not have many girlfriends. That did not mean I was sexually reclusive. I had my share of sexual flings. And I studied sexuality and female pleasure amidst these post high school flings. I kept Anna satisfied, and she was all I wanted or needed.

I felt my life was really going in a good direction in several ways. Business was good. I was trying to transform our business without interrupting or changing all the positive things that had made my Dad successful.

My house was transforming. Anna loved working there. She particularly enjoyed the gardening, planting, landscaping and designing the outdoor space. More than a few times she begged me never to sell this valuable and unique piece of land that she was transforming.

And of course my relationship with Anna was great. The little insecure voices of doubt had become mere infrequent whispers. Anna continued to reassure me of her love. And the sex was so good.

There was one thing I had put off, that I knew I needed to do.

I needed to call Tanner. I needed to tell him about my relationship with Anna. I knew it had been nearly nine years since they had been together, but there was this murky male code we had to somewhat abide by. I was dating his old girlfriend. To my knowledge there was no statute of limitations. I had to call him.

Tanner was living in Texas. He went to work for a large residential developer outside of Houston. In my infrequent conversations with him it sounded like things were going well. He claimed he liked Texas but would not mind returning to the Pacific Northwest at some point.

I made the call. After a few minutes I brought up the reason for my phone call.

"Tanner," I started. "I wanted to talk to you about something." I said.

There was a pause, he stayed silent.

"Uh, well I wanted to let you know that I am in a relationship with Anna." I told him.

"Dubois!?" He exclaimed after a pause. A bit of disbelief in the tone.

"Yes, the Anna, from Saint Cecilia's." I said.

There was a silence at first on the line and then I heard the beginnings of a chuckle coming from Tanner.

"Well congratulations." He said. "She's a great girl. Man I'm proud of you. I know you were kind of gun shy about women there for a while." He went on.

We talked for a few more minutes and his casual acceptance of my and Anna's relationship eased any concerns I may have had.

As we got off the line he said to me.

"I'll have to get up and visit y'all before too long."

Y'all? It sounds like Texas was starting to grow on Tanner.

The months passed and it felt like our relationship continued to grow. Anna had taken over the garden and landscaping at my house. We worked side by side to change the entire feel of the place. We were a team working together.

I had been thinking of proposing, the discussion with Tanner felt like one obstacle removed. Now that that was done, did I have any reservations? My trust issues had for all practical purposes disappeared. Anna's reassurance of her feelings for me doused any insecure fire I had left. I started looking for a ring.

One of the byproducts of a business like insurance is you meet a lot of people. You also need to sell yourself to these people. It was always enjoyable when I truly liked the person I was doing business with. One of my new friend/clients was a man, a little older than me, named Greg Boston.

I first met Greg when I was initially his customer. He actually built a work shed for me on my property. One night after he had finished for the day, we had a beer and talked. I told him about my business, and eventually he became a client of mine. More importantly he became a good friend.

Greg was transitioning from the small home remodeling jobs like he did for me to home building. In our area the key to being a successful builder was buildable land. Greg was always asking me, in a good natured way, if I ever wanted to sell. I would politely decline.

I eventually did propose and a happy, delighted, Anna accepted. Now we had the business of the wedding to deal with. Anna and her Mom did most of that. I had become such good friends with Greg I asked him to be my groomsman. Tanner I had asked to be my best man.

One day amidst the wedding planning Anna and I were out in the shed that Greg had built. She turned to me with a serious expression on her face.

"Max, I need to talk to you about something," She told me.

Uh, oh, now what. I silently nodded to her.

"It's about the guest list. And Mia." She said.

A wave of relief washed over me. And I thought it was something serious.

"I have to invite Mia and her husband." She told me. "I have known Mia nearly my entire life. She won't be a bridesmaid or anything, just a guest." She said while looking at me intently.

I thought for a moment. I knew Anna was still friendly, if not friends with Mia. I also knew that Mia had married that shithead Michael Ameche. Further I knew that their friendship had diminished mainly because Anna knew how much I disliked Mia.

There was another thing I discovered. When Anna didn't want to answer a question, she would respond with a question. I first suspected this when she was out one night with friends. When she got home I asked her who she had been with.

"Why do you want to know?" She replied. I suspected Mia was in the group of friends. I let it go because I knew she was trying to protect me. But it was a characteristic of hers worth noting.

I paused for a moment and said. "Of course she is an old friend of yours. I understand having her attend." I took the high road.

"Thank you!" She told me and gave me a big kiss.

I hugged her back, and then she began to move away towards the sink to continue what she had been working on. I followed.

I started rubbing her back as she worked over the sink. She was wearing a thin T shirt, no bra and a pair of black running shorts. Typical yard work clothes.

She groaned with pleasure as I firmly rubbed her back. I lifted the thin shirt up and continued to rub her smooth olive skin. She stopped what she was doing, leaned forward, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the massage.

Quickly and firmly I pulled down her running shorts.

"Max, uh, what are you doing . . . . ," she exclaimed with a half-hearted protest.

I then pulled her T-shirt completely off. She was nude in our garden shed. Anyone driving up our lane would see at least her big beautiful tits. I didn't care. I spread her legs and impaled her from behind with my erect cock.

Slowly and fully I would enter her, retreat and repeat. My hands were massaging her firm breasts and nipples. In the reflection of the sink window I saw her eyes closed, her mouth agape in pleasure as I continued to fuck her.

One of the things about a wedding in this day and age was that you were constantly getting deliveries of wedding necessities. Cake top decorations, veils, ribbons etc. Mostly from Amazon. And amidst our pleasure in the shed, here came one now..

I saw the truck with the phallic logo powering up our drive. I didn't stop what I was doing. I continued fucking her. Anna, eyes closed, was not aware of the arriving delivery. And at this point the driver had no idea what was going on in the garden shed. But then he parked.

He rummaged around in the truck, emerged with the needed package and moved to put it on our front porch. That's when he saw Anna being fucked. I was holding her tits, visible to the Amazon driver, exposing them, presenting them for him to see.

He stopped in his tracks. Looked away for a minute then couldn't help himself, he stared. I didn't blame him, she was a sight to see. A few moments later, Anna became aware of the visitor, gasped, covered herself, and disengaged from our coitus. She quickly moved away from the window, out of view. A minute later we heard the truck drive off.

"Max, the delivery man saw us!" She exclaimed. "Didn't you see him?" She asked.

"Well kind of," I replied.

"Why didn't you stop?" a logical question.

"I guess for two reasons." I said. She looked at me, puzzled, still covering her breasts for some reason.

"Number one, I was really enjoying what I was doing, and you seemed to be liking it too." I told her. "Number two, I was thinking about the driver." I said.

"The driver!?" She exclaimed.

"Yes. I was thinking what a dull job he had. And I thought, if I was him, what a nice surprise to see a beautiful woman, with great big tits getting fucked." I told her. "And he looked like he appreciated it."

"I see." Anna replied.. "Well I hope you had a good look at these tits today as well." She went on. "It may be a while before you get to see them again." She dropped her covering, faced me, exposing the subject of our conversation and walked back to the house nude, without another word.

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The wedding was wonderful. We did it on our property. The gardens and the grounds looked fantastic. Anna was doing a great job landscaping and she was proud of the work she had done. The wedding gave her a chance to show how she had transformed everything.

There were several guests worth noting.

First off was Tanner, my good friend from high school, and Anna's old boyfriend. Tanner's outgoing personality quickly dissolved any uncomfortableness based on Anna and Tanner's years old friendship.

Speaking of personality, even though he was in a tuxedo the Texas influence was evident. Along with the tuxedo he wore a Stetson hat and black polished cowboy boots. I lost track of the number of times he said 'y'all'. But he pulled off the image. I had forgotten how fun Tanner could be.

He also brought a date. A stunning blond with a hint of some type of European accent. Her name was Greta St. Kitts. She was gorgeous. Even though I thought my Anna was beautiful, I hate to say it, but next to Greta she looked a bit plain.

And then eventually I knew I had to greet Mia and Michael. I had avoided any contact and most conversations about either of them since high school.

"Congratulations, pal," Ameche said to me and offered his hand.

"Thank you, Michael," I said and shook his offered hand.

Mia went towards me as if to give me a hug. I quickly extended my hand in greeting. She hesitated for a moment and then shook my hand.

"You look lovely, Mia," I said in greeting.

She looked at me, a combination of embarrassed and unsure of my sincerity. She opened her mouth as if to say something, glanced around and stayed silent.

"What kind of business are you in?" Ameche asked me.

I told him briefly about my insurance agency and then felt compelled to reciprocate the question. That was a mistake.

Ameche spent nearly fifteen minutes talking about his job and how well he was doing. He worked in property management for a company I had heard of. Weingrass Properties. I remembered his friendship with Jordan Weingrass from high school. The company had a dubious reputation as slum lords that used, at best, unethical methods to acquire property. Michael spoke nothing of that. Jordan's father Sidney, was the owner.

"Stop by sometime," Ameche told me. "Maybe you can save us some money on our insurance." And he handed me a business card.

I nodded in affirmation knowing full well there was no way in HELL I wanted anything to do with Ameche or the Weingrass's.

One other guest I must note, and that was our receptionist at the insurance office., Yasmin Reynosa. She was wonderful, hard working, had a bit of an accent, and stood slightly taller than five foot. She had been with us for nearly two years and had become invaluable to the company.

I had never met her husband before, I had seen him a time or two picking her up after work and waved, but that was it. Yasmin introduced me to her husband, Angel. If I had to guess, just by looking at him, I would say Angel Reynosa may be in a gang. Tattoos covered his arms and crept up his neck. He had a hard-edged look also. But the conversation was very polite.

"Where are you going for honeymoon?" Angel asked.

I told him that we were going to Hawaii. He seemed genuinely interested and asked me about the trip. I told him a little about where we were going and what we would do.

As we talked he put his arm around the diminutive Yasmin.

"Someday baby," he told Yasmin, "I take you there." He said that with such sincerity, it touched me.

The rest of the wedding was great. We had a good time and the guests seemed to enjoy themselves. We honeymooned, as I told the Reynosa's, in Hawaii and had a wonderful time.

All that ended and it was back to regular life, except now, I was married.

Our married life was great. We both worked full time. We had worked out a bit of a plan on the house and grounds. If anything, Anna seemed more motivated than I was to dig in and do the work that needed to be done as we transformed Aunt Helen's old house.

After the wedding the photographer we hired asked if he could come out and shoot some photos of the grounds. He had been impressed. He explained that they were doing a photo article in the Sunday paper and were looking for unique landscapes.

Anna was excited about this and it was also free publicity for her and her landscape architecture firm, GL2. Anna spent every spare hour before the photo shoot working on the gardens.

When the photo shoot appeared in the Sunday paper Anna appeared in two of the photos. Her photogenic beauty, I believe, was part of the reason for her appearances. She was quoted a few times in the newspaper article as well. She seemed to be a natural working with the media.

Another event happened in our lives just about a year after our wedding.

Tanner moved back.

He told me how successful he had been in Texas working for a large firm. He felt he could bring some of his experience back to the Pacific Northwest and build his own company. He was calling it Texas-Pacific.

Tanner rented expensive office space downtown. He hired an attractive receptionist. He furnished the office with high end style. He once told me that to be successful you needed to look successful. I agreed to some degree, but Tanner was bordering on the flamboyant.

Tanner became a part of Anna and my life. Tanner was single, the glamorous Greta St. Kitts and Tanner were no longer together. I had moments of jealousy, but for the most part I was quite comfortable with Tanner, Anna and I all together.

I also became Tanner's insurance agent. I insured his personal property along with his business insurance. Tanner fell into the category of a high maintenance customer. I was constantly calling him because a premium was due. More than a few times I had to go down to his office and have him issue a check to me so I could make sure he stayed insured. I constantly had to keep my eye on things. This was not part of my service, but I did it for Tanner. You miss a payment and your insurance will lapse.

One night, Anna, Tanner and I were at our house sipping wine and talking about our professional and life goals.

I said, "I love helping people make the right financial choices in their lives. I don't think I'll ever get rich, but I enjoy what I do and I like seeing people I have helped become successful. I'm comfortable with a nice quiet life."

After a minute Anna said, "I want my own landscape design company some day. I want to be known in the community. I want to have designs that people showcase and talk about. I guess I want to be kind of famous." She laughed a little as she said this, but I knew she was serious.

After several minutes Tanner spoke. "I'm a little different than both of you." He said. And he was talking in a very, uncharacteristically sincere voice. "I want to make enough money where I don't need to do anything I don't want to do. I want a big score. I want to know I can walk away from my business anytime I want and not have it affect my lifestyle. That's what I want."

Silently I watched Tanner and though we were good friends I also realized how very different we were.

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Months passed and months formed years. I often thought about the impromptu goals conversation Tanner, Anna and I had that one June evening. I felt that though perhaps my goals were not quite as high, I was achieving them.

The insurance agency was doing well. My Dad was working twenty to thirty hours a week. He would show up in the morning about nine with the newspaper. I continued to bring in new clients and I was always considering ideas to increase business.

Anna was working on her goals too. Less than a year ago she left GL2 to go out on her own. With a little extra work from my friend, Greg Boston, the shed now became a fully functioning office. Yes, the same shed where I screwed Anna in front of the delivery man. I often tease her about that and have successfully recreated that scene more than once.

The shed sits amidst the many garden designs she has created across the acreage of my property. For Anna and her business this has become a wonderful setting to display her landscaping ability. She has closed several landscape contracts in our backyard as the client wanderedqqqq the grounds.

That left Tanner. From what I could see Tanner was doing fairly well. He always had activity and was constantly working on a project or some type of development. From my business dealings with him I knew that at times his cash flow became pretty precarious. As I described before I was always having to remind him of a premium being due. I wouldn't call him disorganized, more like just highly leveraged.

But I knew his goal. He wanted the big deal.

One night in mid-May he called me and suggested we meet for drinks. He had something he wanted to talk to me about.

"Let's meet at Evergreen about six tonight." He told me.

Evergreen was a nice bar and restaurant catering to the young, hip crowd. Not my choice but it was fine.

"Max, how are you," he hugged me in greeting and then we sat.

I knew Tanner well enough to see that he was in his aggressive salesman's persona. I knew he wanted something, I just didn't know what that was quite yet.