The Way You Look Tonight Ch. 01

Author's Note: Lately I've been drawn to stories of cheating wives in the Loving Wives section. Having been married for a long time, I find the tales written by some of the better authors to be extremely compelling. I'm not sure exactly why I'm drawn to them. But many of the stories are touching in a way that straight erotic fiction is not. They depict, in many ways, the struggles that are a normal part of a loving relationship. Some couples work through them; others do not. Couples who have been happily married for years suddenly experience an inexplicable bump in their road.

The authors tell us of wives who give in to temptation despite being married to the best of men. The result is lots of pain and heartache, and not very much reconciliation. The depth of heartache in these stories is palpable. Kudos to authors like Ohio, adevilru12, Just Plain Bob, and thecelt. You guys have inspired me. The more of these stories I read, the more I decided I would like to write one myself.

If you are looking for lots of down and dirty sex, you will find a little of that here, but not much. I used it as a tool to make a point, and to develop the personalities of the characters. If BTB and revenge for a cheating spouse is your thing, you won't find that here. You will find love, infidelity, and pain, as well as what can happen when one partner in a marriage runs away from a problem.

I also thought I would try something fun, and make this a story of sorts that would pay homage to one of my favorite singers and actors. As you read through my tale, see if you can discover who that is.

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I've enjoyed writing it. The story has multiple parts. So, please be patient as I submit them for publication. One last note: this is a story of fiction. Any relationship to real people, organizations, or places is purely coincidental.

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On the eve of her daughter's wedding, just around the time the evening shadows were closing in on a chilly November afternoon, 46-year old Candice O'Keefe Faggioli sat in the middle of the bed in her dimly lit hotel room. Her smart phone was streaming a string of Sinatra songs with the volume set at a comfortable and easy listening level. With wine glass in hand, and with Francis Albert's silk voice invoking love and everything wonderful, she flipped through a special photo album that her daughter left for her in the room upon check-in several hours before. The album contained pictures of Candice and her husband from her own wedding nearly twenty-five years ago to the day.

The photos were arranged in chronological order. And as she flipped from page to page, moving through the years, the happy memories flooded her thoughts. While some of the memories made her smile and laugh, when she flipped to the last few pages, her eyes began to water, and a tear trickled down her cheek. When she got to the last page, she put the album aside, curled up into a fetal position, cried out softly "Oh Nicky, my Nicky," and sobbed. She missed her estranged husband of nearly two years, Nicholas Faggioli, so desperately, and believed that time had run out to get him back.

She remained that way for most of the night, until exhaustion took over and she finally fell into an uncomfortable slumber at some point in the wee hours. But the question she asked herself just before drifting off to sleep was, "How did I end up in such a horrible place after having so many good years and such a good life with Nicky?" As a famous person once said, some mistakes we never stop paying for.

Candice O'Keefe had a typical old-fashioned storybook childhood, but a very difficult adolescence. Her parents kept a home in a middle-class suburb of Chicago that was more like 1950s Americana, as opposed to the 1980s. She was brought up in an Irish-Catholic home with a stay-at-home mom and a blue collar dad. All was blissful until her mom, who suffered horribly with breast cancer, died when she was fourteen years-old. From that point on, she was raised by her father. That's really when her problems started, and she began to make mistakes that would catch up with her many years later in that lonely hotel room on a cold November evening.

Her dad had a very difficult time dealing with the death of his wife, Faith O'Keefe. Shortly after the funeral, Bill O'Keefe began to drink and really never stopped. For all intents and purposes, from that time on, Candice parented herself. She kept the house, cooked the meals, and took on far more responsibility than any little girl should ever have to bear. Sure, neighbors and relatives helped. But, by and large, Candice and her dad were alone in the world.

Early in her junior year in high school, Candice came home one night and found her father passed out in the living room. This had become a typical occurrence. Usually she could rouse him awake and get him into bed. But on this night she could not get him to budge. There were no signs of life, and it was clear to Candice that her father was gone. She spent the next two years living with her father's sister and her husband in the same town. It was not a loving home, and Candice was made to feel that her aunt and uncle were doing her a favor. And to make a bad situation worse, not too long after moving in with them, her uncle sexually abused her while he was in a drunken rage. This was repeated several times over the next eighteen months. Her aunt knew about it, but not a word was spoken. In fact, her aunt, in a passive-aggressive manner, blamed Candice for what her uncle had done to her. Sexually, Candice was on her way to getting lost.

Candice was resolved that when she graduated from high school she would leave for college and never look back. Somehow she would find a way to make it on her own. How did she survive those last two years of high school? She turned to sex for comfort in spite of the fact that sex was the very thing that took such a heavy toll on her young life. So, at a very young age, on top of all of her other problems, she was very promiscuous. She quickly became known as the slut who would do anything for anyone. None of the boys were interested in seriously dating Candice, given her reputation. They were pretty much out for the quick blowjob, handjob, or trip around the world from the high school whore. It was a miracle that she didn't get pregnant or contract an STD.

None of her sexual encounters resulted from normal boyfriend/girlfriend relationships, and none of them were rooted in love or the usual teenage romantic feelings. To Candice, her sexual life was a conflicted dual reality. She used sex to chase after the intimacy that she lost when her mom and then her dad died. And yet, what her uncle had done was the exact opposite of the intimacy she craved from the sexual act. It was brutal. And hence the duality. But, she had several redeeming qualities: she was extraordinarily bright with an off-the-charts I.Q., her work ethic was unbelievable, and she was a stunningly beautiful young lady, with an outgoing and giving personality to match her looks. She was so smart, that she received a partial scholarship to her local community college.

She left her aunt's and uncle's home and entered college as a freshman, majoring in Science. Candice was the recipient of enough scholarship money, financial aid, and work-study benefits, to enable her to have a somewhat comfortable life, even though she lived a pretty Spartan existence.

The going was difficult for a while. But Candice supplemented her income by working several nights a week as a server in a local pub that was frequented mostly by college kids. (Back then, the legal drinking age was 18.) As is typical in this type of establishment, there were some sexual predators who preyed upon vulnerable young college women. Unfortunately, Candice was not immune, and she fell hard for a smooth and slick guy named Sonny "Cordo" Cordoleone.

For Sonny, charming his way into the panties of many a young lady was not a very difficult task. At well over 6 feet tall, and built like a tall bull, he had dark, swarthy southern Italian looks, money, and a line of bullshit that worked magic on horny young co-eds. To borrow from an over-used phrase, Cordo got more ass than a toilet seat. Picture, if you will, the stereotype. That was Sonny.

But Sonny's motivation in pursuit of young pussy was not for his own sexual gratification alone. That was an outstanding side-benefit of his job. He was employed by local mobsters who ran strip clubs in the Chicago area. Chasing pussy was part of his job, and his bosses held him to a very high standard. He was paid to lure fresh young women into his web, and convince them to work at one of their clubs as a stripper and exotic dancer. In reality, that also meant that they worked as hookers.

The owners were after the fresh-faced, "girl-next door" look for their clients. And Candice fit that description better than any of the girls that Sonny had encountered in a long time. Candice was about 5' 5", with a body that could rival any centerfold. She was not overly buxom, but had just enough on top. Her features and figure and the way she carried herself was more of the Taylor Swift type, with just a bit more meat on her bones. You know the look...seductive with that innocent young girl nymph look. She had deep blue eyes, and shoulder length blonde hair in sort of a half wavy style that framed her fresh-scrubbed Irish face in very seductive, almost underage-illegal kind of way.

This is exactly the type that the horny middle-aged married guys who visited these clubs voraciously sought. It was the kind of look that would bring a very high price. And Sonny knew he just had to hook Candice. If she brought in enough business, he would be getting some very hefty bonus dollars in appreciation, as well as a cut of her take. Of course, he would take fringe benefits from Candice also, which included her hot ass, warm pussy, and willing mouth. This was his specialty. And he hardly ever failed to turn a sweet young thing into a willing and compliant bitch.

Candice was picking up drinks from her end of the bar when she noticed Cordo for the first time. It was obvious that he was staring and trying to lock eyes with her. He succeeded. She very quickly succumbed to his glances and was so distracted that she nearly tripped on her way to serving a table. She first noticed his seductive brown eyes that seemed to draw her in. Cordo's magic was already working and they hadn't even met yet. But in those brown eyes was a subtle warning that Candice became aware of and quickly chose to ignore because of the sexual tension that was building inside of her. That was another mistake of Candice's for which she would eventually pay dearly. For behind Cordo's eyes lurked a sinister and evil spirit that, once unleashed, would trample over and destroy everything that was good and righteous about her.

Cordo and two of his henchman were sitting at a table in another server's section. Candice asked the other server if she could wait on them. When she went over to take their drink order, Sonny's satin bullshit started flying, and he very softly and sweetly engaged Candice in conversation. Candice took their drink order and then Cordo reached out and softly grabbed her by the arm as she was headed back toward the bar.

"I'm sorry," Cordo told her. "I know this is going to sound like a come-on, but I feel like I know you from somewhere."

"Yeah, I feel the same way," Candice lied. "I've probably seen you around this place. Tell you what. I get off in about fifteen minutes. Can you hang around and then maybe we can talk?"

"Absolutely," replied Cordo.

One of his buddies remarked, "Wow Cordo. You did that in record time. I'm proud of you. Where do you get this gift?" he asked rhetorically.

Within an hour of their meeting, Candice was in Cordo's car behind the bar. Their talking led to what Candice felt was romantic kissing. Cordo faked the romantic part. Eventually he guided Candice's head down to his crotch. She unzipped him and unleashed an average length but incredibly wide cock. She marveled at how it curved slightly upward at the top. She lowered her head as she got a whiff of his musky pre-cum. Then, very tentatively, she gently swirled her tongue around the head, lapping up Cordo's juices. She slowly and teasingly engulfed him in her mouth, working her tongue in a swivel fashion as her head bobbed up and down. She withdrew her mouth and licked the underside of his cock with her tongue from tip to root and back again. This was driving Cordo up the wall, and he couldn't take much more. When he felt himself getting close, he put his right hand behind her head and forced her mouth down on his cock again.

"That's it Candy. Suck that cock. A little faster. That's it. Oh fuck Candy! Yeessss!!"

Candy kept this up for about a minute when she felt the head of his cock get slightly more engorged and she heard him grunt her name. Her mouth filled with Cordo's spunk, which she quickly swallowed. She then licked him clean. So, within an hour of their meeting, Cordo got a virtual stranger to give him a blowjob. The hardest part of his job was done. Over the next several days, he would finish the job and Candice would be drawn into a lifestyle that would set her in a direction that was almost pre-ordained for her.

They sat in his Mercedes for a while afterward, the radio playing soft music and Cordo playing the part of the interested guy who just found his dream soul-mate, a part he played ever so well. They just sat there and didn't speak. Candice put her head on his shoulder, and he gently stroked her head and played with her hair. After a while, he drove her to her dorm, where they exchanged phone numbers.

Before they parted, Cordo asked, "Candy baby. When can I see you again?"

"How about Wednesday night? I've got a pretty full class load and exams are coming up. But I don't have classes on Wednesday."

"Wednesday it is," replied Cordo. "I don't know how I'm going to wait that long."

Candice smiled, kissed him softly, and then left the car to go up to her dorm.

The next day was Sunday. For Candice that was study and homework catch-up day. She was surprised when there was a knock on her dorm door at about 3 in the afternoon. Her roommate went to get the door, and several minutes later she returned with a dozen red roses for her. Candice looked up from her books, saw the roses, and thought they were for her roommate. When she was told that they were for her, the thoughts of the evening before returned. In high school, none of the boys ever even looked at her again once they got their rocks off.

"Roses? All I did was give the guy a blowjob." She thought. "This guy is special. This was definitely not high school."

The card that accompanied the flowers read, "Last night was so special. I can't wait to see you again."

Cordo was slinging bullshit like a star pitcher. Little did Candice know that she was about to play in the big leagues. She fell hard for Cordo. She thought she was in love.

For Candice, Wednesday seemed to take forever to arrive. Cordo picked up Candice at her dorm and headed for a local 5-star Italian restaurant. Candice felt special and dressed for the occasion. She had on a short red strappy dress, no stockings and beige open-toe sandals with 5 inch heels. Cordo wore one of his finer Italian suits with an open collar black shirt, and a gold chain hanging prominently above his hairy chest. When they walked into the restaurant, it was as if everyone knew him. He was brought to the head of the line and shown to a quiet candlelit table in a secluded corner. Several men came over to greet him. Candice thought it was curious that they all seemed not to be saying hello, but rather paying respects.

"Why was this guy so well-known and what is he all about?" Candice thought.

Curious, Candice asked Cordo what he did for a living. Cordo responded, "I live my business every day. Let's not talk business right now. Just let me look into your sexy blue eyes and enjoy a nice dinner. I've been looking forward to being with you for days."

After dinner, Cordo took Candice back to his apartment in a very upscale part of town. He had a penthouse suite that was meant to impress. Off the living room area, there was a balcony with a spectacular view of the city. They sat out on the balcony after Cordo got them some wine. She took a sip, they locked eyes, stood, and then she fell into Cordo's embrace. When they kissed, their lips parted and their tongues danced around each other. Cordo pulled the shoulder straps of her dress down and it fell to the balcony floor.

With one swift motion, he unsnapped her bra and with his left hand, his thumb played with her nipples. With his other hand, he pushed aside her thong panties, and slipped a finger into her sopping wet pussy, working first one, then two, and then three fingers into her. He slowly withdrew his fingers and then entered here again. With each outstroke, Cordo's palm rubbed against her clit. He removed her panties and continued fingering her. Totally nude now except for her shoes, Candice threw her head back and let out a soft moan. He continued his finger thrusting until Candice gave a low guttural moan signaling her first orgasm.

The wine and the first-class treatment made her relinquish all control. Her legs becoming rubbery, she wrapped them around Cordo's calves and held him by his neck inviting him to pick her up and ravage her. Cordo supported her small but firm ass with his strong hands and lifted her slowly, allowing her legs to move up and wrap around his mid-section. He carried her inside to his bed, gently placed her down on her back, and began to lick her legs from her ankles up to her inner thighs. By now Candice was so wet, her pussy juices were running down her leg.

"Give me that beautiful cock now, Cordo," Candice begged.

She sat up and undid his belt and zipper, pulled his pants down, and allowed his very wide cock to pop out of his boxers. She licked the pre-cum and then pulled his boxers all the way down. With her fine manicured red fingernails, she ticked his balls while taking him all the way into her mouth. She couldn't wait any longer. She needed that cock.

"Fuck me Cordo. Fuck me as hard as you can."

Stepping out of his pants and boxers, Cordo grabbed Candice by her stiletto heels, pulled her down to the edge of the bed, and moved her legs up to rest on his chest. He slowly moved his hips forward and forced his cock upwards at a 90 degree angle to rest on Candice's pussy. He then teased her by moving the underside of his cock up and down her slit slowly, driving Candice up the wall and pleading with him to fuck her. Cordo pulled back slightly and impaled her to the hilt with one swift motion, stopping when the head of his cock banged against her cervix. Without moving, he could feel her stretched pussy spasming, and she cried out in orgasm once again.

He then began moving his hips in a circular fashion, causing the shaft of his cock to rotate slightly against her g-spot. The way his cock curved up slightly at the tip was a gift to the women he bedded, as it guaranteed constant friction against that special spot. Cordo then pulled all the way out and stopped for a moment.

"Oh fuck, Cordo, don't let me beg, give me that cock again."

He rammed his cock home once more, only this time he pummeled her with piston-like strokes. Candice was in a state of constant orgasm. Her hands bunching the sheets of the bed and hanging on for dear life, she screamed while Cordo was fucking her. They must have heard her down at street level twenty floors below. Candice was insatiable and couldn't get enough. He withdrew and flipped her over like a rag doll, getting her on her hands and knees and arching her up, grabbing her hips. He then took her from behind.