As I reflect on my life, I see it as evolving through several distinct parts. Part 1.0 was the usual high school and college experience of a spindly, awkward guy who was late to develop both physical and social skills. In high school, I played the mandolin and read a lot. In college, I played a little in a band and then married the first girl who liked me enough to go out steadily. I was a junior in college and she was an 18 year old freshman. She was pregnant six months later and we were married shortly after we discovered our impending parenthood. That fact made me feel like a king and I looked forward to building a life for the three of us.
Unfortunately, the woman of my dreams felt that this was an imposition on her career goals and never let me forget it. I consider the birth of my daughter, Cassie, as my transition into My Life, Version 1.1. I found confidence and growth as I graduated and began my career. Every day, I eagerly looked forward to going to work and just as eagerly to coming home to my Cassie. My wife left most of her evening care to me as she enrolled in night classes and continued her education. She also demanded more and more from me and gave me less and less attention in return. By the end of her first year of night school, she was regularly staying out until midnight drinking and partying with some of her classmates.
By then I was also doing the laundry at night and I quickly discovered that after her late nights, her panties were often soaked with a mixture of fluids that could only come from only one of two sources; neither of those sources were from me. When I confronted her about this, she laughed at me and told me that I could just fuck myself since she had her needs taken care of. So I launched into My Life, Version 1.2 which meant a lot of time and money spent with an attorney as we tried to negotiate a divorce settlement. When the smoke cleared, I basically paid her to get out of my life. We didn't have much property to split so I agreed to pay her a small lump sum that should be enough to get her through her next year of college and I got my life back along with Cassie. Cassie and I went one way thanks to a transfer at my job and she went the other way. I heard later, that she married someone from school the next year and six months later, she had another child. Yawn.
My Life, Version 2.0 began on the day the divorce was final and I moved Cassie and I to a town 50 miles from where we had been. I found it tough to manage a job and raising Cassie for the next year but I didn't complain. I hated taking her to day care every morning; but it was necessary. I loved picking her up and taking her home in the evening. She had just turned two and everyday was a learning experience for her and for me. I loved it. As that first year neared an end, an opportunity at work came up and I grabbed it. After a reorganization, they started a trial program where people in my area were offered the opportunity to telecommute from home. I was in a long term planning department and did most of my work on the computer anyway so my only real change was where I sat while I worked.
The company paid for the high speed internet service and supplied me with the powerful computer and related accessories that I needed plus a monthly stipend to cover the costs of a home office. With that and the savings from not having to physically commute and pay for day care, I bought a small but reasonably priced house outside of town on an acre and settled down to raise my daughter and build our lives. Things went well for the next year and culminated with a bang when I turned in a very well received report with a plan to expand the business into several new markets. I say that it was well received because I earned six figure bonus for the plan which allowed me to pay off the mortgage on the house and make a couple of improvements that reduced the operating expenses of the house. But it also cost me my job since part of the plan eliminated the planning department as it was structured. I was retained as a consultant for three years at half my previous salary but with only a few regular demands for my time and attention.
Just prior to completing the report, I began two well-received blogs. The first was for parenting fathers and the other was cooking for men. I had learned that I really liked to cook as Cassie grew and had developed several healthy recipes that she really liked. These and others, I shared on the two blogs. Both of them brought me some income, especially the cooking one as many advertisers took advantage to reach this audience. I also setup a website to sell practical kitchen ware. The result was that when Cassie was four and I started her in a private pre-kindergarten program, I had a paid for house, a decent and growing income, and time on my hands. To be sure, I had no social life to speak of. I had met several women with kids Cassie's age and we got together periodically for play dates and such but I wasn't involved in any sort of romantic relationship. Two of them, however, didn't mind a little extracurricular sexual play while the girls played together. As a result, I was usually able to resolve my sexual needs at least once a week.
My interest in having a regular social life of some sort began to recover through my blogs. I had a discussion section in each one where guys could talk about their problems and issues. In my parenting blog, I broke it into two groups; one for men like me who chose to parent single-handedly. The other was for those who were forced to by economic circumstances or, surprisingly enough, by strong women who led their households. I broke it into two groups because the group of the forced fathers had a variety of issues not faced by the other group. In many of these cases, they were also involved in cuckold relationships with their wives and often had to serve the wife and her lover. While that lifestyle was not something I embraced, I could relate to them on a certain level and learned a lot about the women they were married to and the things they did to control their husbands.
What I learned was that the women were mostly very smart and highly motivated. They loved their husbands usually but sex was often a tool they used to control a man and to define their freedom from traditional female roles. For the most part, the men were devoted to their wives even if some of the things they did were demeaning and often humiliating. Little did I realize that all of this discussion would be important to me when I began My Life Version 2.1.
That chapter in my life began on June 10 at 9:15 to be exact. I was standing in line to enroll Cassie in the school summer program which included daily activities, field trips, and a couple of campouts at a nearby retreat. I noticed that Cassie was talking with a cute girl about her age that I didn't recognize from the year before when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I turned around and caught the first look at the woman who I immediately decided would become my second wife. "Hi, do you have any idea how long this is going to take? I'm kind of in a hurry."
"I don't know for sure; but I doubt that it will take more than thirty minutes to get this line registered."
"Damn, I need to be in a meeting in forty five minutes and it is a thirty minutes drive." She looked at her watch. I wanted to chastise my wife-to-be for using a swear word where the girls could hear her. They would learn all of the words soon enough without help from their parent. "I hoped that this wouldn't take long. It is an important meeting."
"Without being too pushy, my name is Steve, Steve Blevins and this is my daughter Cassie. She and your daughter seem to get along well together. I can get her registered for you if you need to go."
"Oh, that would be great. I am supposed to get out of the meeting by noon and I can pick her up after the orientation."
"Here is my card, call me if you have problems and I can take care of her until you can get back. Out of curiosity, what is your name and your daughter's name?"
"I'm sorry, I am Marilyn George and my daughter is Melinda but everyone calls her Meli. And I can't thank you enough. Perhaps, I can take you to dinner this weekend to make it up to you. Here is the application and a check for the tuition. I wouldn't run off like this except that I am new down here and this is my first meeting with my department and my new boss."
"I understand. Get going; I'll take care of this and her, if need be."
She knelt down and explained that she had to leave but that I would get her enrolled and that everything would be fine. Then she turned and walked toward the parking lot. If I had any doubts about marrying her, they disappeared as her slender but shapely hips swiveled as she walked to the parking lot in her sensible 3" heels.
My first look at my wife-to-be had been very positive; she was smart and motivated and also tall. She was just short of my height with her heels on so she was probably about 5'7" and weighed in the 130 lbs range. Her dark hair hung down to her shoulders and her eyes penetrated into mine even while her smile begged for a kiss. She was wearing a professional woman's suit with wool skirt and jacket and a nice silk blouse which only enhanced the two nicely rounded breasts hidden inside from my view. Her ass was designed for a man to hold and caress but also to propel her pussy all over a man's cock. She would be a tigress in bed, I was certain. I idly wondered if she liked a man going down on her as I thoroughly enjoyed bringing a woman to orgasm several times before I fucked her through several more. But I would be patient; she would be worth the time and effort to wait for.
The line actually picked up speed after a couple of new comers had all of their questions answered. The registrar was a friend of mine and she readily enrolled Cassie and then I explained about Meli. She understood as there were a number of professional women with children in the school and she quickly enrolled her too although it took a little longer to get Meli in the computer. Then I took the two girls who were quickly becoming inseparable inside where juice, fruit, and snacks were waiting for them. A half an hour later they went into the library for their orientation. The parents met in the conference room for a detailed summary of the summer program. When it was over, I asked the counselor for a second set of information for Marilyn although I was already thinking about them being my Marilyn and Meli.
I asked the counselor if she knew anything about Marilyn and Meli. She indicated that all she knew was from a phone conversation three days before. Marilyn was divorced, worked at the company that I used to work for, and had just been transferred to the plant here. She was living in a furnished apartment supplied by the company until she found a place of her own. The school and the summer program had been recommended to her by someone at work was all she knew for sure.
That gave me a lot of information about her since I still had some close contacts at the company. While waiting for the girls to finish their talk and tour of the school, I called my former secretary who now worked for the plant manager.
"Hi Gail."
"Steve, how nice to hear from you. How are things going?"
