Who Says you can’t go Home
So this story is 3 parts, and is rather long. It has plenty of sex in it too. One thing that has always amazed me about this site is the amount of bondage and controlling of women you guys seem to like. I can’t write about that because I really don’t have a clue how that works. I mean Carol and I experimented with tying each other up and then teasing, but no hitting, or things like that. Oh, and the beastiality on here too. Sorry that is gross to Kim and myself.
But I do thank all of you that follow my stories and give a thumbs up or comment. I think I have been getting better at writing.
I’m Jeff, 48, divorced, like so many people I know. I grew up in a small Pennsylvania town near Altoona. Both parents worked, and I had a brother who was only 15 months younger than me. We used to be close, but as time went on, we grew apart, once we made life decisions on work and where to live. He stayed back there and became a truck driver for one of the Coal company’s. I went on to college and got my BS in business, then later, my masters. When it came time for a job, I took one with an investment company located in New Jersey, right across the river from Manhattan. I did quite well for myself too, with investing for various people and myself actually.
Back, just before I went off to college, I used to date this one girl Jenny. We went to high school together and started dating in our junior year and stayed together throughout high school. We were both virgins when we started but in a month’s time, we were very active sexually. My brother Jim was a year behind me in school and he was always dating different girls, until his junior year and settled on just one, Virginia, or Ginny. They too, were very active sexually too.
I remember coming home from school on many occasions to hear them going at it in his bedroom. Of course, on many of those occasions, Jenny and I did the same. Both girls were loud and didn’t care if anyone heard us. Luckily, our house was outside of town and not many neighbors around. Also luckily, our parents worked almost an hour from home, so they never showed up until after 6 at night.
Now Jenny was a looker too. She was 5’4, blond hair, blue eyes, 115 pounds then, and a great ass, but her breasts were on the smaller side, 34B. Ginny on the other hand, was 5’2, 130 pound, 36C, with a chunky, but nice ass, and shoulder length dark brown hair. I always found her attractive. She had one of those personalities that always made you feel like you knew her, her whole life and could engage in any conversation too. Jenny and Ginny became really close friends too.
I remember one time, during the summer before I left for college, we were drinking a bit, since my parents went to Pittsburgh to visit some relatives and wouldn’t be home until the next day. We had a pool out back. Above ground style but with a big deck. We were swimming most of the day, then decided to grill some burgers. After we ate and let our food settle, the girls said to go skinny dipping. Once we were in naked and in the pool, the girls suggested horse fights. Where the girls get on our shoulders and then try to knock the other off. They were going at it, when I happen to look up and saw Jenny sucking one of Ginny’s nipples, and Ginny was playing with Jenny one tit. I was already hard, but this just made it harder, and quite hot to watch. Jim noticed too. Then the girls both said to let them down. Jenny then came into my arms and lifted up on me to wrap her legs around me, as my cock slipped inside her. Ginny did the same to Jim, and we all just fucked.
After cumming we all raced inside the house, drank another beer and fucked more in the family room, like it was normal to do. Around 10 that evening, Jenny said they had to go. Jim and I were both bummed, but they promised to be over the next morning, since Ginny was staying at Jenny’s house that night. After they left Jim and I both said how wild that was and we both wondered if the girls played together, when we weren’t around.
I left for college then, a month later. Jenny and I tried to make it work, but with me gone a few hours from home, and her just going to the local college, it was too hard. This was the mid 80’s and cell phones and internet were not even close to being ready, like they are now. We did write, or phone each other, but we could both tell it was doomed. When I came home for Christmas, Jenny said she had met someone, and was sorry. I understood, but was hurting inside. Jim and Ginny were still going strong though, and two years later they were married.
One thing about my brother, he can be mean at times, and I heard him yell at Ginny on many occasions. One time, after their first child was born, they got into an argument, and Jim went to raise his hand like he was going to hit her. I looked at him and said you ever lay a hand on her, I will beat your ever lovin ass. I’m 5’11, 170 pounds, back then. My brother is 2 inches shorter, and not in good shape, with a beer belly. He knew, as I did, I could beat his ass and he backed down, but, that was the start of our estrangement. It got so bad that we did not talk for almost 25 years, until the death of our mother, two years ago. Ginny and I would talk though, and I was always good to their kids, Jim Jr., and Amy.
Myself, well I met my ex when I was a junior in college, and so was she. She was from Brooklyn and had that accent too. I always found it cute as hell. She too, was a looker, like Jenny. 5’5, blond hair, blue eyes, 125 pounds and small A cup breasts. I loved sucking them. We married shortly after graduation and a year later Danielle was born. It was hard pregnancy for Anna. She had preeclampsia. About a year after she was born we discussed having another, but the threat of that happening again was great, so I got a vasectomy. We were still very active sexually through the years, though it was very bland. She liked missionary and once in awhile, on top, no variety or experimentation like Jen and I did. As time wore on, Anna moved up at the hospital to a surgical nurse and I made vice president of the firm.
Once Danielle moved down to DC and started Georgetown, our lives were at that point where many couples just get stale. Sex was very infrequent, and all of a sudden, oral was out of the question. I tried talking it out with her, but she just said she wasn’t interested anymore in sex. Oh well, such is life, I guess. Then a couple of years ago, she came home one day and sat me down and told me she wanted a divorce. Of course I asked if there was anyone, and she said no, but then said yes. A doctor she worked with. Come to find out, they’d been having an affair for almost 2 years and she was in love with him.
I got a good lawyer and settled with her getting half the house, but only a quarter of our savings. Little did she know, my investments I had, was only part of what she knew. I had an offshore account too, mostly for tax purposes and retirement later in life. So that was untouched.
About a year before this, my brother Jim and Ginny divorced too. He met some skank on the internet and basically left Ginny for her. She lived in West Virginia somewhere. Ginny was devastated too. They owed a lot of money and she only worked at the bank, in town. One thing too, Ginny took care of my mom, a lot of the times. My dad had passed ten years earlier and then mom was diagnosed with cancer. It spread quickly too. Once it hit her liver, she wasn’t around much longer. But, Ginny was there nightly to take care of her. Jim and Ginny’s kids moved away too, so really, only my mom, and Ginny’s sister were around the area.
After the funeral, I thanked Ginny for all the care she had given mom. I was always sending money back to help them out, and would come home on weekends to help out. Jim never even called once, that I know of. Jim and I had words right after the funeral, at mom’s house. He was more interested in what he was left. Mom and Dad didn’t have much and the insurance basically paid off the medicine and funeral. Mom left me the house, and nothing to Jim. She was so pissed at him for abandoning Ginny. She also made sure that Ginny could stay at the house as long as she needed a place. Ginny had eventually had to sell hers, no thanks to the deadbeat ex. The last 4 months, she was staying at mom’s. I told Jim that he should never come back here again and never contact me for anything. He just turned and walked away.