Charlie Halloran - SOB

CHARLIE HALLORAN - SOB I'm sure that you have heard the expression that "no good deed goes unpunished" and I'm here to tell you that it is so very true. Lana and I had been married for twenty years and she was the light of my life. She had only one fault as far as I was concerned; she was a cock teaser. She had a great body that she kept nice and tight with daily workouts in the home gym she had set up in our basement. At five two, one hundred pounds, and with a set of hooters that stretched the tape at 38 D, she was a walking wet dream and she knew it. She was proud of her tits and did several exercises that had no other purpose than to keep them firm. Her dresses and blouses were all low cut to show them to their best advantage, and show them she did, every chance she got. One of her favorite pastimes was to go grocery shopping bra-less in a tee-shirt and shorts and at least once a month she did what she called "her slut walk." Shorts, tee-shirt, bra-less and in her high heeled "come fuck me" pumps, she would spend an entire day at the local mall just strolling from store to store creating hardons. Me? I loved it because she would come hot all hot and bothered and try to fuck my brains out. Earlier I called her a cock tease, but that's not really true, at least not in the strictest sense of the term. She wasn't a mean tease, you know what I mean, the kind of girl who would French kiss you for an hour, squeezing your dick all the while, and go and leave you with a case of blue balls. No, Lana just liked to flaunt her tits, knowing all the time that she was generating erections. That isn't to say that guys didn't try to get in her pants, they did, all the time, but to the best of my knowledge no one ever got close. Life was good, my sex pot of a wife and I were happy together and then things started to go sour. I didn't detect it right away, but Lana's whole personality started to change. She went from happy-go-lucky to quiet and moody, but the change was gradual, not sudden. When it did finally dawn on me that things had changed I began looking for the cause, but I couldn't find anything that I could identify as problem causing. One night after a fairly intense bout of lovemaking she asked me a question that I'd not heard from her in our entire marriage: "Will you always love me, no matter what?" I told her that of course I would. "Promise? No matter what?" and again I assured her that I would. Annie, our married daughter, brought the grand kids over to visit and Lana didn't seem to enjoy having them around like she normally did and I made the comment to Annie that I hoped the kids wouldn't be too disappointed at granny being down in the dumps. And she said: "Well, I expected it, with all that's going on. That's the real reason I brought them over today, to see if we couldn't cheer her up." "What do you mean "all that's going on?" I asked. She looked at me and I saw understanding cross her face, "She hasn't told you, has she?" "Told me what?" "No no" Annie said, "I'm not going there. It's not my place. You have to get it from her." I spent the rest of the day in a blue funk waiting for Annie and the kids to leave so I could confront Lana. Annie hadn't even cleared the driveway before I went to Lana and said: "I want to know what's going on." "I don't know what you mean," she said. "Oh yes you do" I replied, "Annie almost told me, but then she said I had to get it from you. Come on, out with it." Lana started crying and ran for the bedroom and I followed and got there before she could close the door on me. "I'm not going away. We will just sit here for as long as it takes for you to tell me what's going on." It took me ten minutes before I got it out of her. She'd had her yearly exam and the doctors had found a lump in her right breast. After several tests they had told her that she was going to have to have a mastectomy - they were going to remove her right breast. Now, as a male, my attitude was, "So what?" You are still the best looking woman in the world and you will still look better with one breast than a lot of women who will still have both," but as I said, that was the male talking. But Lana wasn't a male, she was female and she was totally devastated that one of those two perfect mounds of flesh that she was so proud of and that she'd had so much fun with was going to be taken from her. It did not matter what I said, or what anyone else said; no one would ever find her attractive again. Her life was over. She had the operation and then she withdrew into herself. I forced her to go to parties and social events, but she never had any fun at them. One night as she was getting dressed for a party that she did not really want to go to she said: "I don't know why you insist on taking me to these things. No one really wants to see me. I make the women nervous and the men don't want to look at "old lop sided Lana." "Bullshit" I said, "The men don't flock around you anymore because of your sour attitude. Relax, lighten up and they will still hit on you. I wish you would get it through your thick skull that you are still a sexy and desirable woman." And she was. She had great legs and a fine ass, and with her new clothes and the padding she wore she looked great. It was just that she knew that they knew she only had one tit and that somehow that lessened her in their eyes. Our sex life was still great and I fucked her every chance I got. I made her wear either garterbelt and nylons or crotchless panty hose in case I wanted to pull over and fuck her in the car on the way home. She was always fine with me when we were alone. I was even able to joke with her about the missing tit. I'd tell her "at least now I don't have to feel guilty about not giving the other one equal time." But she just could not loosen up when we went out. After about a year I approached Charley, a very good friend of mine, and asked him for a favor. "I want you to make a pass at Lana at the next party we go to." He looked at me like I was crazy and I went on to explain everything to him. "Hell, the only reason the guys don't flirt with her anymore is that she chases them away." "I know that and you know that, so don't let her chase you away. See if you can break through her shell." "Okay" he said, I'll see what I can do." At the party that weekends I left Lana alone several times to give Charley a chance to flirt with her and I was pleased to see that he actually got her to laugh a couple of times. When we got home that night Lana was a wild woman in bed. I talked to a couple of other guys I knew and asked the same favor I'd asked Charley and they all agreed to give it a shot. Within six weeks Lana was back to being her old self. Guys were flirting with her at parties and she even got hit on a couple of times at the super market and mall and life was good again. I'd done my good deed and helped Lana get back her self-esteem and feel good about herself again. The good deed was done and the punishment for doing it was about to fall on my head. A good three months passed since Lana had mellowed out and one day I was out of the office to visit a client and I had to pass right by our house on the way back to work. I decided to stop and see if Lana wanted to have lunch with me. She wasn't home, but I noticed the message light blinking on the answering machine. I hit the play button and a voice I recognized said: "Hey babe. We still on for this afternoon? If I don't hear from you I'll meet you at the usual place." Now, I'd never ever had any reason to be suspicious of my wife, but there was something about that message that just screamed out "Hurry over here and fuck me." It was a Tuesday and Tuesday was the day Lana played bridge with some girl friends. I went back to work and spent the rest of the day trying to convince myself that I was being foolish, but I could never quite get it done. I was almost home from work when I finally decided that I had to know, one way or the other. I pulled over and called home on my cell phone and told Lana that I had to work late. I parked one block over in front of our backyard neighbor's house where I could look up his drive, through his back yard and into our drive and waited. Half an hour later Lana came out of the house, got in her car and drove off. I followed her halfway across town and watched her pull into the parking lot of the Starlight Motel and park. She got out of her car and went directly to one of the rooms on the ground floor near the end of the building. I waited until she was inside and then I walked the parking lot looking for what I knew I'd find. It was parked near the end of the building near the room Lana had gone into. I stared at it for several moments as I recalled a conversation I'd had several months ago. "Don't let her chase you away," I'd said, "Break through her shell" and as I stared at the black Dodge pickup I realized that he had done just that. I took my cell phone out of my pocket and called the Starlight Motel. "Mr. Halloran's room please." A couple of clicks, two rings and then a voice said, "Hello." I broke the connection and thought, "Charlie Halloran, you dirty rotten son of a bitch!" And then I remembered all the other guy I'd asked to do the same thing. 3214 1.39/512345