It was around 5 p.m. Sunday when Tammy drove through the gates of the Diamond D Ranch. I was waiting for her on the sun porch, dressed in my usual attire. Wranglers, Lucchese Boots, a Pearl Snap shirt, the long sleeves rolled up twice, my gold wedding band, and my Rolex.
I could hear the clicking of her heels on the hardwood floor, then the stained concrete of the sunroom as she entered the room, however, I could smell her sexual scent even before I saw her.
I stood and turned around, smiling as I looked into her beautiful, sexy smiling face just as she said, "There's my hunk of a man! My studly Texas cowboy!"
Our embrace and kisses were soft, sweet, and passionate. I led her into the den, where we sat down on the leather sofa and I said, "Tell me about your trip. I wanna hear it all."
Naturally, I did not. I was proud she had a good weekend but I didn't need to know every detail, which took approximately an hour to hear.
Not surprisingly, she never once asked about mine, only once commenting on how I most likely had an uneventful weekend at home.
Oh if she only knew! But if she did I'd be divorced, broke, and in jail, so I'm glad so doesn't know!
Finally, she asked if I was hungry and I said "Yes, I'm starving!"
She said, "Well, Zesta isn't here. Is anyone at the barn, if not you'll have to unload my bags. Oh! Be careful with the red one! It's breakable!" As she headed to the hall leading to our bedroom she shouted back over her shoulder, "I'm just going to freshen up! Love you!"
At that moment I turned into the bellhop, the studly cowboy had disappeared and our life was back to normal.
On Monday, a normal workday, I did not hear from Angel. He did not call or answer a text. I saw Michelle's SUV leave that morning at her normal time, but not a word or movement from Angel did I hear or see. Jeremy didn't even hear from him. I wasn't pissed, only confused.
Tuesday morning. I woke at 5 a.m. and went to the barn, did my morning inspection, and was back at the house by 7:15. Tammy's heels clicked into the kitchen as she kissed me goodbye and made her way out to the garage. I listened as her new Cadillac Escalade backed out of the garage and the garage door closed.
I was standing there, only in a pair of work jeans and socks, I had shed my "dirty" work shirt in the outside laundry and taken my boots off in the mud room, all under the watchful eye of my wife before she left, standing at the counter drinking unspiked coffee when my alarm sounded, altering me someone was near the house. I looked at the monitor and saw Angel walking toward the rear of the house, then entering through the sunroom's French doors.
A few moments later, Angel walked into the kitchen and looked at me but didn't say a word, only poured himself a cup of coffee.
I asked him, "What the fuck is up with you?"
He didn't answer, just continued to stare at me. I again asked, "What the fuck, mother fucker!?"
He finally spoke and asked, "Really Dean, you got fucked up with my boys, and blew cum all over their faces?"
I stared at Angel for a long minute then said, as calmly as I could, "I'm not sure what you've been told, but yeah. Jacob gave me a laced gummy, that I didn't know wasn't just a regular one, and after they got done fucking my body like a slutty bitch, I came. Do you have a problem with that, you hypocritical bitch?"
Angel sighed, put his coffee cup down, and dropping his shoulders he said, "No. Yes. Hell, I don't know anymore. I just... I just...
I just want to know when can it be me and you. Am I not enough for you?"
