Chuck and me

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This is a truly embarrassing situation. On one hand, that guy is like a brother to me, and he even saved my life; on the other hand, he's the one who ruined my life. I really want to kill him, more than ever.
Chuck and I have known each other since childhood; we grew up together on Delaney Street. We went to school together, chased girls together, and played football together, our relationship was closer than brothers. Everyone knew that if anyone messed with Chuck, they were messing with me; similarly, if someone was my friend, they were Chuck's friend.
Our relationship was so close that we even shared our girls. If Chuck asked a girl out, he would tell me, and I would help him out; if I got a girl, I would tell Chuck, and he would find a way to get her into bed. In this way, we shared quite a few girls.
But the good old days of school passed quickly. After graduation, I went to work at my dad's forging factory, while Chuck, disliking the hard and arduous forging work, chose to join the army.
At the factory, I worked hard and earned money, and soon I bought myself a small apartment. Then, I started going out and seeing girls. I had some girlfriends and even slept with some of them, but none of them gave me a feeling more special, until I met Marie.
I met her at the company's Christmas party. Actually, the only reason I went to the party was because they were handing out Christmas bonuses. My plan was to wait there to get my bonus and then immediately go find a more lively party elsewhere, but I didn't expect to run into her.
I saw her sitting at a table with a newly hired temporary worker. Judging from the man's age, I assumed he was her father, not her husband or boyfriend. She wasn't stunning, but she still attracted my attention. I kept watching her, and occasionally she would turn around, our eyes would meet, and she would smile at me. I had heard that a smile can brighten the world, but I had never seen such a smile before. Today, I finally saw it.
I immediately abandoned my original plan to leave early, and as soon as the first dance music started, I ran to her and invited her to dance with me. She happily accepted, and when she stood up, I couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh my God!"
When she was sitting, I hadn't realized how good her figure was. She was tall, and her full breasts and hips made her body incredibly sexy. I'm 6 feet 2 inches tall, and her nose was level with my chin. Of course, she was wearing four-inch heels, but for a girl, she was quite tall. From her shoes, I knew she was a very confident girl, because many tall girls wouldn't dare wear such high heels; they're afraid of outshining the boys and being intimidated.
Her tall, slender figure in high heels seemed to say to me, "Hi! I'm here. Are you a real man?"
Of course, I wasn't some naive youngster. I put my arm around her, introduced myself, and asked, "Are you married?"
"No."
"Engaged?"
"No." "
Do you have a steady boyfriend?"
"No."
"Is there anyone in this house you like, or someone you'd like to take out on a date with?"
"No. At least not right now."
"Then, please allow me to invite you before everyone else."
"Hmm, I think I can make you the first, at least a first date."
"Okay. In this situation, men usually say, 'Would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow?'" "I would."
And so, I started dating Marie Ashton Martin. Our relationship didn't go very smoothly, at least that's what I thought. Because I wasn't the only one pursuing her, but her "Are you a real man?" attitude deterred many boys, while I persisted and eventually married her.
Later, it was time for the company's Christmas party.
At the party, I embraced Marie and danced with her. During the dance, I kissed her and knelt down to propose. I don't know if she was surprised or embarrassed, but when I handed her a small velvet box, she opened it, took out the wedding ring, and gave it to me to put on her finger. As I stood up, she hugged me tightly and gave me a passionate kiss.
Everyone present was moved by our love; they cheered and applauded.
After several months of preparation, we finally held a simple wedding with a folk touch in the first week of June.
Marie worked as a secretary in the family insurance department of a large insurance company. After getting married, we decided to save all her salary, and once we had saved enough, we would buy a larger house. My current apartment is a bit bigger than hers, so she gave up her apartment and deposited the returned deposit into our bank account. At the end of the year, I received a large Christmas bonus, so we bought a beautiful three-bedroom house between her company and my forging plant.
Life was wonderful, and I loved my married life. I loved waking up in the morning and climbing on top of Marelli. Every day after work, I would rush home and hug my wife tightly, no matter what she was doing or which room she was in. Marelli was mine!
I wasn't stupid; I knew that this constant "close contact" made her feel tense and uncomfortable, and she needed some personal space. Knowing her feelings, I told her that we could go out and have fun if we had time, at least once a week. She felt I should have that space and time too.
So, we made a decision: we would each go out with friends one night a week, which we called "night outings." This arrangement gave us each two nights alone. I scheduled my outing for Thursday evening, telling Marie she could choose any day of the week to go out for dinner, drinks, and dancing with colleagues or girlfriends.
We also talked about children, but decided to wait until we were truly ready to take on that responsibility. We wanted to wait until we had a bigger house and more experience.
One evening, three years after Marie and I got married, the phone rang. Marie picked up the receiver.
"Hello, honey, it's for you, a guy named Chuck,"
Marie said to me.
Chuck had now returned home from the military and asked if I had time to go to Riley's bar for a couple of drinks, catch up, and reminisce, since we hadn't seen each other for four or five years since he went to war.
"The biggest change is that I'm a married man now,"
I told Chuck on the phone.
"No need to say anything more, I'll invite your wife over too. It's fair, since I'm bringing my bride too."
On the way to Riley's Bar, I told Marie about Chuck and that we were childhood friends. Inside, I saw Chuck sitting in a corner at the back, his distinctive red hair still striking. Seeing us, he stood up, greeted me warmly, and gave me a high-five and a hug—very affectionate. I introduced him to my wife, Marie, and he introduced us to his wife, Rita. We
sat down and chatted over beers. Chuck told us about his experiences in the army, and I shared some funny stories about our high school classmates and friends. Finally, I asked him about his plans after returning home, and he said he was staying home for now.
"I talked to your dad, Ferguson, this afternoon, and I'm going to work at the forge next Monday,"
Chuck said.
As we chatted, it got late, so we agreed to have dinner together on Saturday and then go to Gladys Road for drinks and dancing.
On the way home, I asked Marie what she thought of Chuck.
She hesitated for a moment, then said, "It seems alright, I quite like him."
"Like him? Not them?"
She hesitated again before saying, "I don't like her."
"Oh, is there a particular reason?"
"Just a feeling."
"A feeling? What kind of feeling?"
"She's a bit too narcissistic. Haven't you noticed? She constantly observes the men coming and going, seeing if they notice her. She also keeps moving her chair around, exposing her legs to the men who are spying on her. I bet their marriage won't last, and I bet another man will soon get involved."
"Isn't this what I've heard called 'the price of being a woman'?" "Just laugh, my darling, but believe me, women know what women think."
Saturday night, we invited Chuck and Rita to dinner, then went for drinks and dancing. Although Marie didn't like Rita, they seemed to get along quite well. In the following months, since Chuck and I were childhood friends, the four of us naturally hung out together frequently.
Chuck and Rita still live in the same apartment as Marie and I used to live in.
Because their apartment is rather small, the four of us often get together at my place to play cards, have barbecues, and so on. Marie and Rita have never really become close, but they maintain a superficial relationship and are considered good friends. They've gone out together several times, going to nightclubs for drinks and dancing.
One Saturday night, the four of us went to the Starlight Lounge. After a few drinks, I embraced Rita and danced on the dance floor. I was completely absorbed in the music, my eyes closed, letting the gentle dance steps lead us around the dance floor. Suddenly, Rita whispered in my ear, "I want it. When will you take me to do it?"
"When will I take you to do what?"
I opened my eyes and asked, surprised.
"Make love, darling. You need me, and I need you."
At that moment, I suddenly realized that my penis was already erect in my pants, rubbing against her thigh. I quickly took a step back, separating my body from hers.
She chuckled softly, "Don't worry, my lover. Your wife has her back to us, and my husband won't notice."
Just then, a dance ended, and I quickly separated from Rita, pulling her back to our table. We stayed there for another hour, and I didn't ask Rita to dance with me again. But whenever our eyes met, she would give me a sweet smile and lick her lips. I wondered if I was drunk, or if I had taken Rita's joke seriously. But I didn't mention it to Marie.
Two weeks later, on a Sunday, Chuck and Rita came to my house for a barbecue. We had a great time, eating, drinking, and chatting. Later, I went to the bathroom, urinated, washed my hands, and just as I opened the door to come out, I suddenly saw Rita standing in the doorway. She walked straight towards me, and I had to take a few steps back and go back into the bathroom. Rita followed me in and locked the door behind her.
"Rita, what are you doing?"
"Shh, don't make a sound, baby. We don't have much time. If you haven't gotten it yourself yet, let me help you."
With that, she knelt down in front of me. I tried to back away, but the sink behind me blocked my way. Rita's hand was already on my zipper, and she said, "I know you need me, baby, hurry up, let Rita see your little guy."
Before I could stop her, her zipper was already halfway down. I have to admit, when I saw Rita's beautiful face just inches away from my penis from above, my penis involuntarily became erect.
Rita saw the rapidly bulging bulge in the front of my pants and giggled, saying, "I know you need me, my lover."
With that, she took out my penis and bent down to take my glans into her mouth.
"No, no, stop, Rita. You know this is wrong."
"Come on, my dear, what's the point of talking about right or wrong at a time like this? Even if we don't do it here, my husband will pin your wife down on the picnic table and fuck her from behind like a bitch."
Although reason told me I had to firmly refuse Rita, how many men could remain unmoved when their glans was already in a beautiful woman's mouth? Rita's tongue and lips worked together, sucking my hard penis relentlessly. A tremendous pleasure overwhelmed my entire body. I thrust my body, involuntarily pumping in and out of Rita's mouth.
Only after ejaculating all my thick semen into Rita's mouth did I come to my senses. I put my hands on her shoulders and said, "Rita, you're crazy."
Then I shoved her onto the floor. I walked past her and out of the bathroom.
About an hour later, the couple said their goodbyes. We saw them to the door and hugged them goodbye with the usual courtesy of friends. As Rita hugged me, she whispered in my ear, "I'm going to have you, my love, soon!"
After they left, I chugled two beers, feeling uneasy. Marie seemed to sense something was wrong and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? You seem a little nervous."
I told her about what happened in the bathroom, but omitted the details of the oral sex and ejaculation, only saying that Rita had seduced me in the bathroom, wanting to have sex with me. Then, I told her what Rita had said to me while we were dancing that day.
"I'm not surprised at all,"
she said. "I told you how I felt about her. One of the main reasons I stopped going out with her at night was that every time we went out, she would always run out of the dance hall with the men she danced with and run to the parking lot. Although I never went to see what they were doing there, I believe they were more than just going out to chat. What? Are you going to tell Chuck about this?"
"I absolutely can't tell him! Chuck loves her so much, he's always thinking about her. I think even if I tell him, he won't believe me, and once he finds out Rita is unfaithful, he'll definitely hate me because I told him, I'm the one who ruined his good image of her, and our friendship will end because of it. For me, it's something I'm bound to lose no matter what I do. The only thing I can do now is to keep my distance from her as much as possible and not be alone with her." "
Yeah, darling. If she's like this to you, then she'll be like this to other men. So, one day, Chuck will find out for himself."
Several more months passed. Although we still went out with Chuck and Rita every two weeks, or drank and chatted at my house, I no longer gave Rita and me any more opportunities to be alone. When we were together, she would always stare at me, and whenever we met eyes when no one else was watching, she would make a flirtatious gesture, licking her lips or blowing me a kiss.
About a year after Chuck returned from the military, we had an accident at work. That time, Chuck saved my life.
That day, as I was standing downstairs in the foundry checking some technical data, I suddenly heard someone shout, "Watch out, Robert!"
Then I felt a sharp blow to my shoulder, and my body flew several meters away. I lay on the ground, dazed, hearing a series of loud crashes. I quickly rolled to the side a few times, and when I looked back at where I had been standing, there was a huge pile of steel ingots, weighing several tons, crashing onto the floor.
"Are you alright?"
I looked up at the sound of his voice and saw Chuck looking at me with concern. I shook my head, seemingly fine. I told him I was okay and asked him what had happened.
Apparently, the overhead crane, carrying steel ingots ready for casting from the storage yard to blast furnace No. 3, had malfunctioned halfway there. Dozens of ingots, each weighing 100 kilograms, had been thrown from the crane and were falling right above my head. Seeing the urgency, Chuck yelled at me and lunged at me, his body colliding with mine, and we both flew through the air. Chuck risked his life to save me; otherwise, the workers would be mopping up my mangled body right now.
"I think I owe you a beer,"
I said to Chuck, filled with gratitude.
"Haha, no, you owe me three,"
he said, getting up and helping me to my feet.
That night, Chuck and I got completely drunk, and I had to call Marie to pick us up because we were too drunk to walk, let alone drive.
About a month after the accident, I was appointed foreman, leading the shift from 4 PM to 12:30 AM. Since Marie worked the day shift and I worked the afternoon to evening shift, she was already asleep by the time I got home. So, we could only eat, sleep, and make love together on weekends. However, the day shift foreman, Mike Taylor, was retiring after another year, and I could take over his day shift.
I talked to Marie about my job change and future plans. She thought that although neither of us liked only being able to see each other on weekends, the benefit of working the night shift was extra income, which would greatly improve our financial situation, and we could also plan to have a child. So, I decided to accept the appointment.
And so, I started working the night shift. About nine months later, one Tuesday, I was resting at home. Around 11:45 p.m., I received a call from Chuck, who was in jail. He wanted me to bail him out. I rushed to the jail; it turned out he had gotten into a fight and seriously injured someone, who had been rushed to the hospital.
In our company, employees are subject to random drug tests from time to time because we can't tolerate any employee's drug use affecting their work or causing workplace injuries. An employee will be tested at a certain time. He will be called to the company clinic, urinate into a test bottle, and then go back to work. The next day, the test results will come back. If there are no problems, he can continue working at the company; if the test result is positive, he will be suspended from work.
That day, Chuck was chosen to be tested. When he left the clinic, he suddenly had a urge to run home and have a quickie with Rita. However, when he excitedly returned home, he found Rita cheating on him with another man. Chuck flew into a rage, pounced on the man, and beat him severely. Rita, seeing the situation escalating, managed to call the police in the chaos.
After understanding the situation, I paid Chuck's fine, processed his bail, and then took him home. I put Chuck in my guest room to rest, not wanting him to go back to his apartment immediately, because I was worried he would beat Rita again, which would send him back to jail. Next, I called Section Chief Mike Taylor and told him why Chuck hadn't returned to work. Then, I called Marie and told her what had happened.
Having bailed Chuck out of jail, I arranged for him to stay at my house for two days before letting him go back to his apartment. Rita had moved out of the apartment, taking all her valuables with her, and no one had seen her since. Chuck couldn't find her for a long time and finally filed for divorce. Chuck was very depressed after this, because he loved Rita so much. To help him through this difficult time, I invited him to my house every weekend, and Marie and I kept him company, hoping to cheer him up.
Three months later, Mike Taylor retired, and I took over his job, returning to the day shift.
I was very happy because I could once again enjoy wonderful nightly sex with Marie. We hadn't had a normal married life for over a year because I had to work night shifts and take care of Chuck on weekends.
I will never forget that day. It was a Saturday, and I was switching to day shifts the following week. It
was around 11:10 a.m., and I was sitting at my desk reading the morning paper when Marie came over, sat down across from me, and said she wanted to say a few words. I put down my newspaper. She looked into my eyes for several minutes, then slowly said, "I'm pregnant."
"Oh, that's wonderful, darling,"
I said, standing up to hug her across the table.
She gestured for me to stop, saying, "Don't be so happy yet. This child isn't yours." "
What? What are you saying? What do you mean 'not mine'?"
"I'm so sorry, Robert, we didn't have time to use condoms. This child is Chuck's."
Shock! I slumped back into my chair, staring at her. She didn't look at me, her head bowed, looking at the table, slowly recounting her and Chuck's story.
Three months ago, Marie's birth control pills ran out. Because she planned to have a baby in late May or early June of the following year, she always prepared condoms for me on weekends and sometimes when I got home early from work and we made love. Normally, those condoms were kept in our small medicine cabinet.
One evening, after I had left for work, Chuck suddenly came to my house. He was drunk and in a terrible mood, and he desperately needed comfort and care. So my wife, Marie, invited him inside, brought him some hot tea, and sat down beside him to talk. As they talked, Chuck burst into tears, crying, "Why did she do that to me? How could she do such a thing behind my back? I love her so much, why does she betray me again and again?"
Marie held Chuck in her arms, gently stroking his back, trying to comfort him.
"I really don't know how it happened, Rob,"
Marie said to me. "Honestly, I really don't. I just remember kissing him on the forehead and comforting him, saying, 'It's okay, it's okay, don't be too sad, let it all pass.'
Somehow, we started kissing, and then we made love. He went in very hard and started fucking me.
He was fucking me hard while crying in pain. I silently endured his violation, feeling incredibly sad about what had happened. I couldn't change what had happened, but I wanted to calm him down as much as possible, so I held him tightly and told him it would all pass, that life would go on.
Rob, can you understand what happened? I know it was a mistake. Even as I held him tightly, trying to comfort him and calm him down, he was still thrusting into me. I wanted to push him away, but I couldn't." He groaned as he fucked me, saying, "Damn it, Rita, how could you do this to me?"
The more he talked, the harder he fucked me; I couldn't push him away.
Subconsciously, he probably mistook me for Rita, which is why he treated the woman who had hurt him so cruelly. He brutally raped me, kneading my breasts and even biting my tongue hard. Finally, he ejaculated inside me. Afterward
, he was remorseful, begging for my forgiveness and saying he would stay with me, wait for me to come back, confess everything, and tell me it was all his fault. I knew what this meant for you and your friendship, so I told him not to mention it again, to pretend it never happened, to bury it in his heart forever and never tell anyone.
But the semen he left inside me made it impossible for me to keep this secret any longer. I had to tell you now because I couldn't wait nine months, secretly praying every day that our unborn child wouldn't have Chuck's red hair.
I sat there, tears streaming down my face, staring at her. The room was eerily quiet. Finally, Marie couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Say something, Robert, please say something for God's sake."
I couldn't say anything. Tears streamed down my face. I stood up and walked out of the room.
For the next few hours, my mind remained blank. It was 4:45 p.m., and I sat there in my car, a small lake in the countryside outside. I didn't know how I had gotten there. I
sat there in the car until the next morning, feeling that there was no point in living anymore. Everything I had strived for had become worthless dust. I felt empty inside and out.
I drove to an ATM, withdrew all my savings, and drove onto the highway. I kept driving, day after day, until I had spent all my money. I stopped in a small town in Ohio, sold my car, and went to the local recruiting office to enlist. After a period of military training, where I was assigned, only God and the army knew.
I didn't call home, and nobody knew where I was. The problem was, I absolutely couldn't go back, because I knew perfectly well that if I ran into Chuck, I'd kill him. So, it was better to stay in the army than to be locked up in jail.
And what about Marie? I never wanted to see her again. If I continued living with her, her growing belly would be a daily reminder that she had betrayed me along with my best friend.

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