Chapter 10

Archie roused slowly the next morning and still sensed that she was staring at him. He opened his eyes and saw his mother-in-law sitting on the bed beside him.

"What the hell...." he said, and pulled the sheet up to his chin. "How the hell did you get in here, or for that matter, how did you know where I was?"

She held up a motel key. "I found this on the floor where Chug knocked you on your ass," she said.

"Is Florence with you?"

"No, I'm alone."

"What the hell do you want?"

"I wanted to make sure you're okay." She put her hand on his thigh and massaged it gently through the sheet. "Are you okay?"

"Of course, I'm okay. Don't do that, Fern."

She continued to rub his leg, her hand inching slowly higher. "Florence didn't even know you were there last night. She was really stoned out of her gourd."

"Does she know now?"

"Of course, I told her. She says she doesn't want to back with you. Says she won't."

"Why not?"

"I don't know, Archie." Her hand touched the tip of his cock, stopped, traced a small circle on his thigh then slid over the knob. "I think I could talk her into it, though."

Archie squirmed. He could feel the blood filling his prick. "Why would you do that?"

"Because I think you're good for her. Don't fool around, Archie; fuck me!" she cried.

They fucked steadily for a long time, Archie pushing all the way in and then drawing out slowly, Fern moving her hips and ass with each stroke.

"That's good, Archie. I just want to do it like this for a long time, for a long, long time. I want to come with you, too, honey. I've had my fill of this place. I'm sick of plural marriage; it isn't worth a shit."

"You're married to him?"

"Not really, not legally, but he acts like he owns us, all of us. I'll get Florence out of there and we'll both go with you."

"What if she won't go?"

"She'll go. She always does what her mamma tells her to do."

"Maybe she won't like sharing me with you."

"I shared my husbands with her."

"All of them?"

"All of them."

"But she was married to me during your last two," Archie cried.

"Uh-huh. Ooooooh, honey, the good feeling is getting close. Go a little faster."

"But old Mendez dropped dead the day after you married him."

"He fucked her before we were married. Several times."

Archie raised up on his hands. He stopped fucking. "You're lying, Fern!" he yelled.

"Oh, Archie, don't stop. I wouldn't lie to you." She put her arms around him and pulled him back into place. "Don't act silly, Archie, just fuck me; I want to come."

Archie fucked into her with a vengeance. "She was fucking around on me all the time we were married?" he growled.

"Yeah, all the time."

They lay quietly afterwards, Archie's cock growing soft and slowly slipping out of its wet prison. He rolled off and lay panting on his back.

"Chug goes to the races at noon. I'll have our stuff packed and Florence and I will be waiting outside the house by one. Just come by and we'll load in and be on our way. Bye for now."

She kissed him again and was gone.

Archie didn't move a muscle for fifteen minutes. He just lay staring at the ceiling. The past week had been like a revelation to him and he wasn't sure what he wanted anymore. He finally got up and went into the bathroom and took a cold shower.

An hour later, he was on the outskirts of Salt Lake City, heading east and driving fast. And he was alone.

It was almost 9:00 p.m. when he came down out of the mountains and saw the lights of Denver. It was an hour later when he pulled to a stop in front of the little apartment house. He checked the address on the little scrap of paper and got out. He found her apartment, rang the bell, and waited.

The door opened. "Hi, Lois," Archie said.

"Archie! When you didn't call the next day I was afraid I'd never see you again," Lois said.

"I had to go to Salt Lake on business."

"Did you get it all taken care of?"

"Yes, it's finished now. May I come in?"