I was a virgin when we married. Not reason enough for you? Well let me expound...
Terry was sweet, caring and an animal in bed. He made me, no, he made we want to, do things I thought were dirty. His was the first dick I sucked to completion. I swallowed all he offered. The first time my asshole was penetrated it was my Terry. Each time I recall it makes me smile. I was so nervous and was so gentle.
As out marriage progressed and we learned I could not get pregnant. Soon after, our sex life petered out After all, lust could not overcome science. I grew distant, withdrawn. We both wanted a family and it was not possible. Not possible because of me.
Terry was patient. Tender and always there for me. That is when it started, my reluctance to have sex of any kind. I mean not even a hand job for my poor husband. I was consumed by my own failure. I could never have a child of my own. Terry would never have a son. Why even both going through the motions? Why, well why anything anymore?
Not realizing what I was doing at the time I quickly alienated my beloved. The hurt I was causing directly stemmed from my own selfishness. Allowing my pain to isolate me from the one person who cares the most for me is what makes me share this now.
Time elapsed. Days became weeks, in turn becoming months and finally two years passed. We had no intimate relations of any sort. I knew Terry masturbated had even found some of his porn. At the time providing me with even more of a reason to avoid my husband and his dirty cock. By now I knew we were through with each other, our marriage relationship was finished but I expected Terry to remain faithful.
I left work one Thursday arriving home to find my dear sweet husband's car in the driveway. What was he doing home so early? I was always the first one home. As quietly as possible I unlocked the front door and crept into our home. Every sense acute I was ready for anything. Just not for what I found.
I closed the door and my heard a bed squeaking accompanied by a female voice, "...fuck me, YES, fuck me harder..."
I do not remember any more as I rushed to our bedroom. Then I saw my husband. The image made an indelible mark in my memory.
He was splayed on our bed, legs spread eagle. His hand rocketing up and down his hard cock eyes half closed and hips bucking up and down. I heard a hum and finally saw the ultimate perversion, a pink vibrator (mine!) protruding from his ass. Terry's moans barely audible over the porno playing on our television.
He was oblivious to my presence and kept masturbating as I watched. I was angry beyond belief, "What the fuck?!?"
Now he was aware of my presence.
