This is a 77,000+ novelette, so here is some idea of what you're getting into before starting such a long story. The husband, Clint, recounts the last twenty-six + years of his deep loving relationship with his wife, Lori. Much like a movie, he takes you back and relives the important and formative events that ultimately lead up to the present-day situation he finds himself in. This is a 'Careful what you wish for' story, and I'm sure most readers will form an opinion about the outcome early on. But this story is about the 'journey', not simply the 'destination'.
I cover a wide range of sexual situations, from gentle loving sex to hot and heavy fucking, with a variety of role-playing scenarios, including BDSM, Creampie and cuckolding. Just a heads-up for anyone who is not into that sort of thing. But most of all, if you don't find humor in life's messy day to day realities, you might miss many of the fun little threads that weave through my story. If you decided to read my story, I truly hope you enjoy it!
My inspiration for this story.
I had an affair with my friend's hot mother thirty-four years ago. She told me it was a just fling and I should be dating girls my own age. We weren't expecting to fall in love! We are still very much in love after twenty-nine years of marriage. Over the years, we have discussed how my life "might" have turned out if we had broken up back then. I don't believe this is the answer my wife had in mind.
Basis of this story.
This story is a fictional account, of how my life 'might' have turned out if we really had broken up thirty-four years ago.
Note: narrator's interjections, or smart ass comments, are bracketed in
(italic).
Chapter 1. Awestruck!
Fall
2016.
I'm watching the sunrise through the small window in my room. The red, yellow and orange maple leaves look as if they're on fire in the early morning light. I know It's fall here in southwest Michigan, but I'm not sure what day it is and It really doesn't matter anymore! I seem to have a lot of time on my hands these days, when I'm not ranting at the ass hole who ruined my life! I hope I don't see him today. Like I said, lots of time on my hands, so I may as well tell you the whole story. It all started the day I met the most beautiful woman in the world, my wife, and just maybe after hearing my story you won't let some ass hole ruin your life!
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May 5, 1989.
It was a Friday, and I spent most of the day putting a fresh tune-up on my 72 Plymouth Fury. I picked it up the summer before and being a gear-head had rebuilt and beefed up the engine. It was an old cop car with sunburned paint showing through the worn off rattle-can black primer. It looked and sounded mean, and as a joke, my friends had dubbed her the 'Ghetto-sled'.
(It was a real sleeper!)
My buddy, Rick, had invited me to his annual,
Cinco de Mayo,
bonfire party. It was as good an excuse as any to party. The sun was going down when I jumped into the Ghetto-sled, turned the key and she rumbled to life. I pulled out of the driveway and laid into the gas, headed to Rick's, grinning at the cloud of tire smoke in my rear-view mirror. The day's work tuning her up was time well spent.
Rick was twenty-five with a beautiful place on twenty-acres about ten miles out of town, and when I pulled in, there were at least thirty five cars parked in his backyard. I could see the glow of the bonfire coming from the large clearing we all called 'The Hollow' at the back of Rick's property and knew it was going to be one hell of a party! I headed out the winding two-track through the woods and when I got to The Hollow everyone was standing way back. The bonfire hadn't been burning long, and the flames were still shooting thirty to forty feet into the air.
I saw Rick and his new girl Kristin working the taps, and headed over to get a beer. Kristin was twenty, five foot five and part native Indian with beautiful high cheekbones, long black hair and a nicely filled out slim figure. When I got to the kegs, Kristin smiled at me, "Hi, Clint, I see you got all dressed up for the party."
"Only the best for you guys!" I was wearing the same old ratty, Moody Blues, shirt and dirty jeans that I had worked on my car in.
Rick handed me a beer, "Glad you could make it."
"I wouldn't miss it," I replied as we raised our glasses in a toast.
We 'shot the shit' for a while, and I was taking in the scene when I first laid eyes on her, she was about thirty feet away, and when she turned into the firelight I was awestruck! She just radiated sex appeal, that raw curvy-sexpot, 1940s pin-up girl, kind of sex appeal.
She was about five foot two, maybe 110 pounds with short sandy blonde hair and wearing a short red t-shirt that barely covered her perky DD tits! But it was her frayed, faded blue-jean shorts with barely a seam left between her legs that was really getting to me and I hoped no one noticed my jeans bulging! She was way out of my league! I was twenty-three, six foot two, 185 pounds and very handsome according to my mother. Actually, I was lanky and awkward with shoulder-length dark brown hair parted in the middle.
(Yeah, I know. Eventually, I got over that!)
I was listening to the jams over the thrum of everyone talking and joking, but I couldn't stop looking in her direction and was trying not to be obvious when Kristin nudged me, "Earth to Clint."
