He flaunts it along with the arm candy he’s always seen with. And lately that arm candy is one Rachel Johnson (nee Rosenbaum.) My name is James Raym...ond Johnson and I am 29 years old now. Yes, growing up in my small blue collar/redneck Tennessee hometown I was called Jimmy Ray. And Rachel is my 31 year old wife of five years – at least for now. She thinks I’m just a Government drone – one of innumerable file clerks working at the huge GSA records building in College Park, MD. – at the GS-14. Scents, sweat, musk, maleness wash over your face, I am not gentle, as I lean forward, and slide two fingers of my right hand into your hot wet quim and two fingers into your tight asshole. Once in, I don't push any deeper, just from side to side, in opposite directions...Quickly, your pussy is slurping and sucking on my fingers and I easily add a third and fourth finger into your greedy cunt, and what the Hell, another into your eager anus. I pull my hands apart hauling your cunt open to the. I am untouched by anyone but him. I see the look in the eyes of other women. They too feel the draw of him. This is something else he does not notice.I am reminded of many things. One is that feeling I sometimes get watching his lips move. I stop hearing what words are spoken. The base beat of my heart drops and hits this nerve at my core. His rhythm vibrates within me. Even my thoughts are in tempo with his speech.He now whispers the things that he will do to me.I am reminded of seeing him. Five years of shared happiness and companionship had been torn from me. I ached.I stood half way to the barn shivering watching the sky. For the next couple of months Amelia and I would be gone but there was no doubt we would be back. It wasn't just the fact my wife was buried nearby, it was the effect this place had on me. From the beginning I felt that this majestic land was my home. For five years I had loved a magnificent woman and raised a wonderful child while putting down deep roots in.