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Cheating does not have to be having with someone other than your spouse, but rather cheating your spouse out of something.
My name is Leonidas. I am, I am; who gives a shit how old I am. I am so incredibly drunk. I’m sprawled out on my outdoor recliner on my monster deck; I just finished my ninth Corona. I am sweating it out of this old, frail, drunken body on the monster deck I built; the sun is blazing. It is humid.
I grab three Corona’s and rip the caps off all of them; this makes a whole dozen to complete this mission. I penetrate each bottle head with an entire lime. I’m lucky I can do it, and they all start overflowing, one by one. I quickly put each to my lips to avoid losing a drop of them all.
I am thinking back about our honeymoon. I can’t see my shield and sword; it’s too bright. Damn, I need darker sunglasses.
Athena’s two brothers were driving us to the Boston Hilton. It was 1 AM. I figured we had to be up by 5 AM to catch United flight UA111 out of Logan for LAX, a direct flight. United said they have a shuttle to the car rental at the airport, Alamo.
Alamo had a sweet deal: $100 a week for three weeks, unlimited mileage. The honeymoon suite, or should I call it the mansion of a house, compliments of cousin Paula, key in my pocket, can’t wait.
On the drive, I held Athena’s hand, our fingers intertwined. My right elbow was on the window sill, and my hand was propping my chin. Looking out the window, watching all the lights flashing by, I wondered.
With all her shy shit for two and a half years, what was our first night going to be like together, ually? Was Athena going to ravage me or me ravage her? How did she want it, if anything at all, doing it slow, fast, or hard with tremendous passion? Something had to give. What the fuck, I’m losing it now, wake up!
THE BOSTON HILTON:
We arrived at the Hilton, each giving the other hugs and goodbyes. Checking in was easy; the room was another gift from Nick. I asked the girl at the desk for the key and a wakeup call at 5 AM. We headed to the elevator to the twelfth floor. I was nervous, fumbling with the lock, but we entered.
I opened my suitcase against the bare wall; Athena said, “I’ll do mine.” There was a bottle of champagne; the ice had melted since we arrived late. We took two big swigs, not letting it go to waste despite being warm.
Athena told me, “Look out the window so I can take something out of the suitcase to change. When you hear the bathroom door close, you can turn around while I get ready.” I replied, “OK.” That gave me a tinge of excitement.
I sat on the edge of the bed, stripping my clothes, then naked under the sheet. I waited as I lay on my back, hands under my head on the pillow. The seconds seemed like hours, but then she came out.
Coming around the corner, I saw her; oh, dear God, no! It’s hard to explain: a big poofy nightgown; I knew it; her mother must have bought it for her. I first thought of who made this: “Abu Barkar, the tent maker.” That’s what my dad would say when anyone wore something too big.
I thought, “Dam girl, you do the hair for some of the hottest models; you didn’t ask them for advice on what to wear. A teddy or something sheer and y? Naked with pumps would be the ultimate!”
As she lay beside me, she said, “I know. My mother bought it, and I did not have the heart to hurt her feelings by taking it back.”
I sat up, pulling her into my arms. We passionately kissed. I whispered in her ear, “This has got to go.”
We both worked to get this lacy tent off of her. Again, there it was, satin granny panties, the bra I would rate a five out of ten, somewhat cute. We slid under the sheet, cuddling, kissing, and exploring each other’s bodies. It was very late, about 2 AM.
I whispered in her ear, “We are both so tired; we can wait for Malibu if you wish.”
She said, “No, I want to.”
I unclasped her bra; her two beautiful fruits fell to me; they were gorgeous. Her nipples stood proud and erect, waiting for my lips. I helped her slide off the silky granny panties; I could smell her womanhood, so arousing. With her engorged breasts hanging in front of me, inches from my chest, I stroked my fingers along their sides.
I asked her, “Are these mine?” She replied with a whispering smile, “Yes.”
I took her in my arms, laying her on her back with me on top of her. She spread her legs for me as I rested my spear on her entrance. I slowly penetrated the wet entrance, pausing for every inch. For a few minutes, which felt like an hour, fully thrusting slow and steady. She looked so beautiful, expressing her mild moans.
I told her, “Wrap your legs and arms tightly around me.”
For the last four final deep thrusts, I came so hard. Oh God, how she squeezed me. She started crying. “Oh God,” I thought.
I asked her, “Please tell me I did not hurt you?”
She replied, “No, I’m just so happy.”
After we held each other in our arms, with me still inside her, we separated. So, there it was, the evidence of her virginity, on my spear and the sheet. We cleaned up and then slept in each other’s arms.
THE FLIGHT:
The wakeup call came at 5 AM. It felt like we had slept for only minutes instead of two hours. We rushed to get ready and headed down to the main lobby. The shuttle came in a few minutes to take us to Logan.
As we trotted through the airport, we saw the sign indicating that United flight UA111 was now boarding.
We found our seats, and now it was time to relax and get more sleep. I was a little scared. It was my first time on a plane. Once in the air, the ride was so smooth. Once we leveled off, the stewardess came to give us the drinks. The stewardess asked, “What are you drinking?”
Athena said, “I’ll take a ginger ale.”
And I replied, I’ll have a case of beer!”
The stewardess giggled, saying, “First flight, huh?” We drank and then slept.
It was beautiful flying over the Grand Canyon. It looked like a dream. Finally, the plane made a banking turn over the water to land in LAX. As we lined up for the runway, we made our fast descent. I held my breath as the wheels made contact on the tarmac; they bounced and made final contact. Wow, that was scary for the first time.
We grabbed our carryons and walked to the luggage carousel. Jumping on the shuttle, I was amazed by the palm trees while riding. We picked up our car and jumped on I405 N to CA1 N, called PCH. Passing through Santa Monica, I saw Gladstones for Fish Restaurant and smelled a hint of a flower essence two miles after it. We got closer as I approached Pepperdine University and I Love Sushi Restaurant. We rounded the corner, and there was the Zuma Beach entrance. Now, we had to count the lifeguard towers to number five. Bingo, there’s number five; look to the right for the driveway entrance. We drove up the threehouse private road and parked at the rear of the house.
THE HONEYMOON MANSION:
I opened the gate and was stunned by what I saw. It was an oasis. There were palm trees, birds of paradise, and the sweet smell of all the flowers. Pillars had big whitelighted globes with tiny snails crawling on them. Approaching the pool, there was a running waterfall and a large kidneyshaped pool with an adjoining Jacuzzi. Stunning! I looked at Athena and said, “Wow.’ That was an understatement.
I put the key in the door, opened it, and yelled, “Hello. Is anyone here?” I remembered Paula telling me that a girl artist might be there, but she would stay with a friend when we arrived.
A girl yelled, “Oh my God, you’re here.” I replied, “Yes.”
She said, “I have a little problem. I’m in the theater room with no clothes on and must get to the other side of the house. Can you wait outside for a few minutes?”
I replied, “Sure, that’s no problem. Take your time; we’re going to look around the pool.”
As we walked around, to our amazement, we saw how beautiful it all was.
I thought to myself, “Leonidas, you stupid mother fucker, you had to work all those years down the beach helping your family. I could have been here and sucking every summer. This is your first vacation, and it had to be your honeymoon. You stupid ass.”
The door opened, and she said, “Sorry, congratulations on your wedding; my name is Tina.” “Oh fuck,” I thought, another Tina, but not Asian like Tina from my bachelor party.”
I told Tina, “You don’t have to rush out of here.”
Tina replied, “Yes, I have to. I have finished all the artwork here. I have to go to the corporate office for a meeting in the Vally tomorrow. I relaxed until you came, but I thought you were coming tomorrow. I got the days mixed up.”
We dragged our suitcases to the main suite, which has a California King bed. It’s going to take an hour to find Athena in it. The master suite also has a considerable marble sink area for his and hers, a hot rock sauna, and a Jacuzzi.
We looked around the house; the upper level had three bedrooms and a large bathroom. The supersized kitchen overlooks the living area, and there is a fireplace and giant sliders to the deck overlooking the ocean. The dining area has a wicker beach theme to it. Now, I want to check out where Tina was naked. Four steps down to an adjoining lowerlevel room. Wow, a huge tv, a crap table, and a massive sectional sofa. I see something pink peeking out between the cushions. I pulled it, fuck, it was lacy panties. I took a sniff while Athena was in the other room. I was, again, kicking my ass for not coming here sooner for vacation.
Walking out the slider onto the deck, I was astonished. It was gargantuan, about 100 feet long above the highway, the beach after it. Big glass panels were wrapped around the outer edge, each with water spray heads for cleaning. A massive grilling outdoor kitchen was set up on the corner of the house. Walking to the other end on the side of the house was a giant hot tub with a beautiful view of the Topanga mountains.
After unpacking, we went to Trancas Country Market for food for the next few days. I was surprised they sold liquor, not like back home, where we had liquor stores. We returned, filled the fridge, changed clothes, and headed to Gladstones for dinner.
Being Greek, my specialty was cooking seafood. Let’s see what they had up their sleeves for cooking. I can’t remember what Athena ordered, but I ordered the grilled shrimp. Our order arrived, but it was not what I was expecting. Eight shrimp on skewers, head, tail, feet, not cleaned at all. Barbeque lines, what the fuck, not even marinated.
The waitress asked, “How was everything?”
I replied, “Not what I was expecting; I’m a chef from New England.”
She said, “Oh, my God, I’m from Worcester, Mass. Nobody knows how to cook seafood out here like back home. Shall I send it back?”
I said, “No, I finished it; you are the best service here.” “How sweet, thank you.” She replied.
Her name tag said, “Zoe.”
I said, “Zoe, nice Greek name.”
She replied, “How do you know?”
I said, “I am Spartan; I have Spartan blood in my veins; my wife has Greek Island blood in her veins.”
Zoe said in Greek, “My father’s family is from Sparta, Monemvasia. Since I moved out here eight months ago, all I do is work. It’s no fun, and I have no friends. I’ve never been to Disneyland, my favorite place as a kid, and living here is expensive.”
I said, “Well, we are going to Disneyland next week. We would love to take you with us if you have a day off next week.”
Zoe, with a tear in her eyes, said, “Really? I would love to. Is Wednesday OK? I only live two blocks down Sunset Boulevard from PCH.”
I replied, “That sounds good to me. We’re staying at Zuma Beach.” We exchanged phone numbers and paid our bill.
Walking out, I called Zoe over. In Greek, I said, “Close your eyes and give me your hand. Don’t tell anyone, taxfree.” I put a fiftydollar bill in it and closed her fingers.
Zoe gave us Greek kisses; she really appreciated my gesture.
We left and headed back home. As I was driving, my biker brain kicked in, thinking, “If things were different, I could have had a threesome in the Hot Tub and pool, something I have never experienced. OK, wake up. You’re getting hard just thinking about it.”
At the house, I filled the Jacuzzi in the master suite with warm water and lit some candles. We stripped and laid back across from each other; the heat and the bubbles were soothing. It was so relaxing, but I drifted off to sleep. I opened my eyes, and Athena’s head was tilted back, eyes closed, smiling. I looked down; I was so rock hard; she was tickling my balls and my spear with her feet, and wow, I got erect in my sleep.
I told her, “Let’s go to the Hot Rock Sauna. Don’t dry off; stay wet.” I walked in and turned up the heat. Sitting on the bench, I positioned her to straddle me, clasping her hands behind my neck. I want those beautiful breasts of yours in my mouth, please. As she arched her back, giving me full access, I licked my tongue through the valley between them. I sucked her right nipple and breast into my mouth, flicking my tongue on her golden cherry. I then attacked the left the same; it seemed much sweeter.
I grabbed her ass, lifting her slightly up. Do you want me inside you? She said, “Yes, now, please.” As she slid down on my spear with no resistance since she was so wet, I impaled her so deep to her cervix.
“Try to squeeze my spear with your pussy…good…hold it…good…now relax. Do it again, and keep doing it, over and over.” I spoke.
While she was doing that, I pushed both her breasts together, nipple to nipple. I sucked in both nipples in my mouth, a hard suck each time she squeezed me. She was moaning into my neck. I knew she could not take much more, and I had to release. I grabbed her ass and helped her ride me up and down. we were melting into each other’s bodies. I felt my release imminent, holding her down so tight as I released my seed into her. Our tongues intertwined deliciously for a few minutes. After showering together, we hit the sack into each other’s arms. I was wondering if she had an orgasm or even knew what that was; we have time to explore that.
In the morning, I awoke to the faint sound of waves crashing in the background. Squinting my eyes, I could see the back of Athena’s head. She was propped up on one elbow. Her other hand was inspecting my spear, examining it, fingers tracing over the tip and smelling it. How cute!
I said to her, “Is everything okay to your satisfaction?” She was startled and turned to look at me with a smile.
She said, “I think so; I’ve never seen a real one before or in pictures, but I had an idea.” I replied, “Well, he is yours for life. Take good care of him. He loves you.”
We had to get ready for dinner at Aunt TT and Uncle Johnny’s house. She was making Italian pasta and meatballs, a Federal Hill recipe…my grandmother’s recipe, her mother’s. We drove on Trancas Canyon Rd, safer than Topanga Canyon Rd and much safer without the cliffs. I had to pick up cousin Paula in Calabasas first. While there, she introduced us to Dennis Weaver, her friend, who had the TV show Macloud. Their kids went to school together.
We had a wonderful dinner, the best from the East Coast. Also, there were no mosquitos. I Loved the Vally, but these street names are killing me, unlike New York City with numbers. Every street corner looked the same. GPS came twenty years later; I wish it had come earlier.
After dinner, Paula took us to her new house, which is being built in Hidden Hills, a gated community for movie stars and the rich. We met Robert Blake from the show Baretta. It’s funny, but he did not have his bird, a white cockatoo. Many houses had horses running on their property.
On the way back, I needed to stop at a TV store to get a guide for the channels on the satellite dish. The beach house had a twelvefoot paraclipse satellite dish. I ran into one store and grabbed anyone; it did not matter…porn channels. Back in the car, I looked in the rearview mirror at Paula and rolled my eyes. Paula put her hand to her mouth in surprise, wagging her finger. I smiled; she knew what I was up to. Paula said, “I love a smaller car; I hate the Rolls Royce; too big. The one I have now is my fifth one; Lou says it is safer.”
We dropped Paula off and headed back to the beach. We changed into our swimwear; I love in a pool with the splashing water. She was paranoid that someone would see us, a fat chance. We had total privacy; our foreplay was shortlived. I did grab the video camera and had her sing “Tiny Bubbles” in Greek. It’s too funny in the Jacuzzi with the jets tubulating the water and the steam.
After the pool, we went inside to change: she wore an oversized Tshirt, and I wore bodybuilding briefs. We walked out to the big glass pane at the edge of the deck, overlooking the highway. Standing behind her, I wrapped my arms around her crisscross, holding her breasts with a grasp on her nipples.
Turning her head, she said, “Someone might see.”
I replied, “I don’t care, let them; we look like ants to them down there. Loosen up, and enjoy all our moments.” As my spear got hard, I pressed it in the crack of her ass. I pushed her hair away and sucked her neck. Turning her head, our tongues intertwined again.
We went into the theater room and stripped. I sat with her, and she lay her head in my lap. Slowly, she was releasing all her inhibitions, one step at a time.
I turned on the TV and dish, and HBO was on; after a little, I said, “Want to see a little porn?”
She said, “Ok.” I moved the dish. There were four porn channels on it.”
I flipped through the channels to find something suitable for her for the first time.
I told her, “I cannot control what they are showing; some will be hard, aggressive , some passionate and . Look at the positions and the foreplay, and see what piques your interest. We can try whatever you want when you’re ready.”
After watching guygirl, girlgirl for a while, she reached behind her and squeezed my spear. I oozed a droplet on her thumb; she felt something. She took her hand, looked at it, and swirled it in her thumb and finger. She smelled it, feeling its stickiness.
I told her, “You can taste it; it’s my love for you.”
She touched it with the tip of her tongue, and I giggled; too funny.
I said, “Sit here.”
I knelt in front on my knees, kissing her, squeezing her breasts and nipples. I looked into her eyes, saying, “I want to pleasure you right here with kisses,” while stroking her pussy with my fingers. She nodded yes.
I trailed kisses, and my tongue flickered down to her beautiful womanhood. I put her feet on my shoulders to give me full access. I was going to tease the hell out of her to see what happens. I kissed, licked, and teethed all around her pussy. Finally, she could not take it; she grabbed my hair and pulled my head into her delectable nectar. As I did the deed for her, she quickly snapped her legs together, forcing me out. I had her so, so close to a mindblowing orgasm. We are so close that someday we will get there. I think she was scared of what was happening.
I got up and sat beside her; that was a lot of work. My tongue will be sore tomorrow; it’s a muscle. As I relaxed and regained her composure, she grabbed my spear, softly sliding her hands up and down.
Athena said, “I want to see it come out, you know, shoot out.”
I said, “Kneel between my legs; I want to see your face.” She did.
She grabbed me too hard, and I told her, “Easy, gentle is best for now; never bend it away from me, and never squeeze my balls.” She giggled.
As she traced her fingers over my veins, she leaned forward and smelled me again. Giving my tip little kisses, then running her tongue over it, I was oozing again. As she tasted it, she said, “It doesn’t taste like anything.”
I replied, “There is more there whenever you’re ready.” I wanted to take this slow with her. She started to stroke me fast. I said, “Slow down, feel the passion and the throbbing. I will let you know when it comes. God, it felt so good. After a while, I felt my pelvis contracting; I was getting so close.
“Don’t stop till I tell you, here it comes,” I said.
I was flexing my hips. The first shot flew over my head, and the second hit my neck; the rest made a trail down my chest and stomach. I could tell she felt a connection by stroking and squeezing out the last drops.
She looked up at me and said, “Did that hurt? It looked like it; I thought you would pass out, but it was amazing. I want to do it again.”
I explained, “It was a good hurt, no pain, just a wonderful feeling. After that, it’s going to take an hour to get hard again. Let’s go to sleep; we have a long day tomorrow with Zoe.”
It was Wednesday morning. We called Zoe and told her we would pick her up at 10 AM. It was a oneandahalfhour drive to Anaheim. Disneyland wasn’t packed, being the offseason. I paid for our tickets; Zoe wore cut jeans, a fronttied halter top, and no bra. “O fuck me, you idiot,” I thought again. We went on the rides, ate, and saw the dancing water show and fireworks. We all had a great time together. We dropped Zoe off at her apartment, a sad look on her face. “I love you guys; that was amazing.” She spoke. We gave each other hugs and kisses. We gave her our phone number back home so we could hook up again when she visited back home.
One night, there was a knock at the door. It was the neighbor. He asked, “Are you watching the Tyson fight tonight? My dish is out.” I replied, “I didn’t know, but I’m game for it.” Bob was a writer for a TV sitcom. It was Mike Tyson’s first fight. What a tank he was; powerful. We had drinks and had a great time together watching. The fight didn’t last long as I predicted. We then said our goodbyes.
The next three weeks were Knott’s Berry Farm, SeaWorld, and more restaurants. There was more of the same daily, but that shy shit still loomed over her. I had to break through somehow, just having her let go of all the inhibitions. I wasn’t asking for much.
We returned the car to the Alamo and flew out LAX for home.
Part 7 How I WAS CHEATED (Conclusion)
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