Debbie came home to visit her parents about six times a year. During the first two years of her marriage, her husband came with her half the time and she came alone the other half. We always managed to spend a few hours together fucking when she came a lone. The next two years of her marriage, she came alone every time. And a couple times, she came back and stayed with me without mentioning to her parents that she was in town. I took that to mean that there was trouble in paradise. As it turns out, I was right.
As we were lying in bed one morning after my morning wake-up-blow-job, she said, "Kwaz, my husband and I are getting a divorce." I remained quiet, not knowing what to say. " I don't love him anymore. He spends all of his time golfing or hanging out with his friends. He's not a good lover, and he doesn't care about me." I nodded my head like I understood.
She continued, "You know, I've always dated the hottest men in town. Men's looks have always attracted me, and as a result, I ended up with my high school boyfriend who shared me with his friends and with my husband who couldn't care less about me, unless he needs arm candy for some event." I continued to look at the most beautiful girl/woman I have ever known and nodded my head. "He's not interested in intimacy, or making love or talking or spending time together. I'm so stupid, Kwaz."
This was all new territory for me. I have never had a close loving relationship with a woman before. Sure, I've dated women in my own social strata. And I've turned the hottest woman I know into my personal slut, but I've never really had a true relationship.
"Kwaz," she said, "you are such a good listener. Thank you." I numbly nodded my head.
When she left, I realized that I had no idea what she was talking about. I've been fucking the hottest woman I know for more than eight years. During that time, I've built up a small auto repair business, bought my own building and actually have done quite well. I looked forward to her visits because, not only was she the hottest woman I've ever known, but she was also a great fuck. She submitted herself completely to me the first time I boned her, and would do whatever I told her to do. Admittedly, it was always a turn on to bone this hot little slut, I knew I needed to get on with my life. So the next two times that she came to visit her family, I was unavailable for her sexual marathons.
She called and emailed regularly, but I rarely answered or responded. When she stopped at the shop, I feigned being busy. Finally, about six months after our last fuckfest and discussion, she came to the shop and followed me upstairs to my apartment. When I lied and told her that I had a date and didn't have time for her, she started to cry, and so I let her in.
She told me that she was now divorced. She said, "Kwaz, I made a huge mistake getting married to him. My whole life, I've always been one of the beautiful people and have been with other beautiful people. And then I met you. I-I'm s-sorry Kwaz. I didn't mean . . . "
"That's OK," I said. I know I'm not one of the beautiful people. I'm actually quite disgusting to many people."