My Worst Year - Chapter One

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As the final months approached, it became apparent that 2007 would be the worst of my twenty-nine years so far. My business was failing; I was struggling to make the loan payments and the strain was ruining my marriage. My wife, Katie, always hot and sexy for the nearly eight years we were together, had been gradually loosing interest in me as our financial troubles mounted. By late summer our sex life had grown as dry as the grass on our lawn and by late autumn we were sharing the house almost as strangers.

The dilution of Katie’s enthusiasm for our marriage and small business was a most depressing turn. Both of us had been so excited by the prospects of the startup. She kept her job at the firm where we first met as college interns and continued to travel quite a bit as an installer and troubleshooter. I buried myself in the work of fortifying the small company after the initial growth period. I trimmed staff and other expenses and made up the difference with longer hours for myself. I saw it as a rough patch I would get through and everything would be fine with Katie again.

On a Sunday morning in early December, with my wife again away on business over the weekend, I was sulking around the house in my bathrobe when Alicia Gladford, the neighbor from the end of the block, rang my doorbell.

I opened the door and immediately knew things were about to get even worse. Alicia’s usually serene oriental looking features were a riot of emotion. The veneer of her sophistication, polished smooth by her role as a corporate wife, was fractured by tears and smeared mascara visible against even her milk chocolate skin. Her long rich black hair was matted to her head. “I have something to show you”, she said in a quivering voice while standing motionless on my doorstep.

“Come in” I said. Alicia surprisingly walked into my arms, buried her face against my shoulder and started to cry. Helplessly I held her as she sobbed against me for a few long moments until she apologized, regained a little composure and asked if I had a DVD player. I showed her into the den, guided her to sit in the center of the couch, put one of the three DVD’s she handed to me into the player and turned on the TV. I handed her the remote but remained standing. She studied the buttons on the remote before finding the one she needed.

“Please sit down Daniel, she said, and turned on the player. I sat down in my usual TV chair and waited for the DVD to load. Then across the title screen of the DVD scrolled photos of Katie smiling and laughing and looking sparklingly beautiful interspersed with photos of Alicia’s husband Phil also smiling and laughing. All this was accompanied by Sinead O’Conner’s “Nothing Compares 2 U”.

The knot formed in my stomach so quickly that by the time Alicia said, “Brace yourself” and hit the “Play” button on the remote, I was already feeling nauseous. I was sure it was not just from the sappy title-screen music.

When the movie opened on a scene of Katie’s face in profile she looked impish and pert like a young fresh faced teenager, head tilted upward, smiling. Then, in the next second a hard cock entered from screen right. “Are you ready for me?” Phil’s voice intoned. Katie’s smile widened as she nodded girlishly. Then she opened her mouth and took the cock almost all in without even bringing a hand to touch it.

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