Love lost, Love found

By Peggy Buxton

Robert cheated on Lana. Caught, forced to transfer, she tried to forgive him. Everything was going well, until he started seeing a young woman in another town named Bunny. Of course, Lana had noticed a woman with one leg, maybe two women, at the company picnic. After the divorce, Lana's life careened out of control. Or was it?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Peggy Buxton
• Release date: Jun 8, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476497747

Peggy Buxton

Author, wife, lover, and amputee. I have been missing my left leg for years. Growing up I felt that it should not be there, and it is has been a blessing to have it gone. Today's term for this condition is BIID and in the past simply referred to as being a 'wannabe'. I am a full-time crutch user. Like my husband, I find amputees fascinating. 'Devotee' is the frequently used term. My stories have characters that mirror my life in some manner - wanted/needed to be an amputee or want to live with an amputee. I make no apology for my descriptions of these people and there is no intent to take away from the suffering of some amputees. I love feedback on the stories, but I cannot promise to reply.

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Love Lost, Love Gained

Peggy Buxton

Copyright 2012 by Peggy Buxton

Smashwords Edition

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A new city, a new job. There were times like this that life seemed overwhelming for Lana. It was bad enough Robert had cheated with a co-worker, a vice-president of another department. That had been the reason for the transfer. Lana wasn’t sure why she had forgiven him. Maybe it was just easier than finding love with someone else.

Lana was lovely, everyone told her so. She considered herself to be pretty at best. A little taller than average, she had managed to keep her figure, and her breasts still rode high and firm. Her legs were long and shapely. For him, one of her better assets. Robert loved her to wear short dresses and high-heels, and she obliged his lust. The sex was always better afterwards, and she loved sex.

Unpacked boxes still were in the tenth-floor high-rise condo. The views of the ocean were stunning from the bedroom, and the living room. With the sliding glass doors open at night, the pounding surf and aroma of sea-breezes were erotic. She would dance naked in high-heels for him, then engage in every sexual position cataloged in the Karma Sutra for hours till he begged her to stop.

How could it get better? How could it not?

Lana worked in an accounting firm, balancing ledgers for people with greater wealth than she would ever have. It supplemented their income, and helped build a small nest egg that Robert did not know about. She had started it before the affair, but began adding more rapidly afterwards. She knew she needed a way to flee if things got worse, or if she ever found someone else.

There were more women than men in her department. All sat at large gray steel desks. There were no partitions. Just tall black steel bookshelves to one side of each desk for storing manuals filled with pages of procedures and relevant tax code statutes. At the end of each day, desks had to be cleared, files locked away. Each new day brought piles of new files.

Morning, Judy said, taking a seat at the neighboring desk.

Another day, another buck, Lana replied.

Judy appeared to be at least a dozen years older, but in conversation let it leak that she was the same age. Twice divorced, no children, she now had a girlfriend. More than a girlfriend it turned out, though Judy did not go around announcing she was a lesbian.

Lana had kissed a woman. Many women had. It didn’t make her a lesbian. It had been a quick fling that lasted a few weeks, mostly to test what it would be like. It hadn’t been bad. That had been a surprise. Then one night at a bar, she had seen a rugged construction worker. She went home with him and rode him like a wild bull for a month. He left for parts unknown.

Must have been a good night, Lana teased Judy in the break room, pouring coffee into her cup.

What can I say, she’s good.

Robert still hits all the right places. If he misses one, I usually can take care of that myself. She snickered.

I just got tired of the cheating.

You or him? Lana laughed, touching her shoulder.

Both.

The answer surprised her. She didn’t know why. Of course, women had affairs too. Tempted a few times, she knew the emotional toll it would take when it ended. She never was able to have sex without forming some bond, regardless of how shallow.

It’s hard being with just one person, keeping things fresh, and new.

Sex by rote. Lana laughed. I’ve done that, almost as if a script were taped to the inside of my eyelids.

They returned to the desks, the piles of files, and struggled into the rest of the day.

Robert was away, an overnight business trip. There was no rush to be home. Lana strolled along the boardwalk. The warm evening breeze blew across her body, ruffling her long brown hair. The workday dress left her knees and a little above bare, the sound of hard-soled pumps clunked against the pavement. Her thighs rubbed together, high up, brushing the way a lover’s hand might. She stopped, leaned forward against the railing with both arms extended, let the arousal pass.

Whew-w, she sighed.

Are you okay? the male voice said.

Yes, thank you.

She stood to see who had spoken, found a handsome younger man. His features were strong, muscled, tanned. The Speedo was tight, the bulge big.

Lifeguard. He pointed to a white stand with orange-floats that had white ropes attached.

Maybe I’ll need rescuing.

Always glad to help. He laughed then walked to the burger place.

She watched. She wasn’t the only one. A buxom blonde in pieces of fabric that scarcely qualified as a swimsuit, kissed him squarely on the mouth for more than a moment.

A girlfriend? Just a friend?

Lana leaned back against the railing, let one foot cross over the ankle of the other leg, and watched. Her mind raced.

The woman pulled the Speedo off. The lifeguard was huge like a horse. He almost split the woman in two with it. Her bikini fell away with the slightest brush. He buried himself deep in a single thrust. She begged for more. Her moans were loud and getting louder. A crowd formed. Women were in rapture. Men urged him on.

Let me know if you need help, he said, passing with a bag of burgers.

She opened her eyes, watched both the lifeguard and the blonde walk past, through the sand, to the stand.

Whew, get a grip, she muttered. He can do more than mouth-to-mouth to me any old day.

He’s not so good, the female voice said.

Another blonde, breasts almost as large, halter-top barely hiding them, cutoff jeans with fringe at the top of shapely legs.

I was just filling in some blanks, Lana joked.

He has plenty of those. I don’t know what I saw in him?

How long did it last?

A month before I caught him with twins at one time.

Should have joined in.

Yeah. That’s what he said. I found two guys who banged me for hours. That made it better.

I was with a couple one night. It was interesting.

Which did you prefer?

For some reason, the women. I usually prefer men.

I swing either way...if you’re interested.

Tempting, but I shouldn’t.

What, swear off cheating for Lent? She snickered.

Easter is ten months away.

You could be getting an early start. Well, if you change your mind, I’m Stacey.

She leaned in close and caught Lana on the lips, pressed some tongue in, and felt the kiss returned.

Somehow, spending a few hours with Stacy didn’t seem to be cheating on Robert. Lana relived the experience more than a few times that night, vibrator overheating from use. They had even exchanged phone numbers. Lana didn’t know why, or if she would ever call.

Robert hardly had his bag on the bedroom floor when she began ripping at his belt, tugging the pants down. Her mouth was all over the erection.

I could undress, he teased.

Not needed, she mumbled around the warm flesh.

Nice to see you too.

Uh-huh, she mumbled without pausing her sucking.

Maybe I should go away overnight more often.

Shut up, and lay down.

She slapped his ass hard. A loud whack echoed though the room. She sucked more as he finished undressing. She paused just long enough for him to lay down. She took him to the brink then slowed. She did that nearly a dozen times. Finally, neither could hold