My wife Kay is as close to a normal housewife as can be described. Twelve long years together, I can't say we ever really had a fight.
She is pretty in her own way, certainly no raving beauty but what she lacks in that is made up for in a personality that makes everyone who meets her just love her.
Her hair is best described as dishwater blonde, framed over her ears. No point in trying to curl it, it won't. Kay just brushes it out in a half dozen strokes and that's it. Add in the sparkling light blue eyes, slightly high cheekbones and a nose a bit on the thin side and you have seen a lot of women similar in appearance.
What stands out is she was born with a smile on her face and it never left. People, animals, with everyone and everything the reaction to her is the same.
Every tiny creature on the face of the Earth that she sees will get adopted and there is no way out of that.
So we have 4 Cats and two scruffy Dogs, there is even a three legged Rabbit in a pen out back.
I gave up on trying to evict the Cats from the bed at night and got one of those giant California king beds. That was a blessing anyway since we are both tall.
Kay is very tall as women go, she was 5'10" by the time she was a senior in high school, and added another before we got married. Athletic, too, she played center on our women's basketball team.
That is how we met, I played guard on the men's team.
I happened to stop by the gym one afternoon, pretending to just to get some gear since the women's team was practicing. I liked to watch them, strong muscular legs and arms, sweat pouring off of them. I had even dated Sherry, one of the other gals for a few months.
Sherry was a bit reserved, I got a peck on the cheek and nothing else so after a few dates we just drifted apart.
I spotted Kay as she moved to the outside and took the ball, then inside, her long legs working in the air to maintain balance as she seemed to float up toward the basket.
She slammed the ball and landed on her feet, grinning. I clapped my hands, she glanced up and gave me a wicked smile that made my heart skip a beat.
I sat mesmerized.
I was waiting later as she came out of the locker room.
Her eyes looked around the room, it was like she was perhaps expecting me to be there?
"Hi!" I said simply.
"Hi back! You are on the men's team, aren't you?"
"Yea. I'm Dan."
"Kay." She held out her hand, I shook it.
That somehow seemed odd.
"Coffee?"
"Sure, but let's make it juice, OK?"
"Juice it is."
That was probably as close as I ever came to actually asking her for a date, we just hooked up.
One of those meant to be things, my 6'2" body was just the right size for hers. From that first day sitting and talking, drinking Grape juice, we were just together.
I could say that we ended up in bed and had wild sex, that didn't happen. We necked in the car, we necked in my apartment. Hell, we necked everywhere that we thought nobody was looking and a few places when they were. Sometimes when we were alone I tried to fondle her breasts through her clothing with a bit of success, getting my hands pushed away when I tried to go farther.
We were a full 4 months into our exclusive relationship when she told me with a shy expression on her face that she had seen the Doctor.
"Doctor? What for?"
"Birth control pills."
So we became lovers, even that was matter of fact.
I remember waiting in bed, strangely nervous as she prepared herself in the bathroom. There was just a little back light in the room, she came out and stood there for a moment, in a pose.
I am sure it was deliberate.
The light framed her body, I could see the outline of her right breast, the curve of her hips. There were no concerns about my performance, the sight was so beautiful I became as hard as a rock and just stayed that way.
Then she walked to the side of the bed, leaned down and kissed me. Flipping the covers aside, she slid into bed, her fingers brushing up and across my chest, then down to fondle me.
Her body shuddered in excitement as she felt my length, I reached over and slid my own hand down her side, then stroked up and over her damp lips. She felt soft, moist, hot.
I was rewarded with another tremble I took to be a small orgasm. There were many stronger ones that night for both of us.
It had become obvious that we were going to be together, I never did formally ask her to marry me.
We shopped together for her rings, Kay really wasn't into the big rock or anything like that. The gold engagement ring was a nice little 3/8ths blue white diamond, the wedding ring a simple gold band.
It seemed like half the planet was at our wedding, it was a big party. Her Dad put on quite a show, even a band set up in his yard on the back of a big flat bed truck. Her family was fairly well off, owning a medium size trucking company.
My own parents were not wealthy, just comfortable. My Dad was a writer, mostly pulp fiction, my Mom sold real estate.
I went to work at a large company in the automotive field, Kay took a part time job working in electronics.
The house, the car, the boat, all the things like that came along over a decade or so of living together.
Then came the computer.
It didn't take very long for Kay to become somewhat addicted to it. First it was online games and chat boards. I noticed she would spend hours in the evenings in our spare room online.
Still, she kept up with everything else, so I didn't say much.
I even got into some of that myself, in short order I found some websites that showed photos that I figured Kay would throw a fit about me looking at, so I was careful.
But I liked some of that, I spent time on the bodybuilder's sites looking at women. Then I found one that had photos of women posing nude, my weakness was for the athletic types.
I was always careful to clear the history though.
The next thing I noticed was whenever I went online, the history was cleared also which meant Kay didn't want me to know what she was looking at either.
I thought about that quite a bit. No way was Kay having any type of a silly online affair, she just wasn't like that.
It did cross my mind to try and snoop but in twelve long years I had never even looked inside her purse, she had never looked inside my wallet.
More silly stuff but we did keep that one private place for each of us that just could not be violated.
So I knew she would never find the piece of paper with the phone number on it. A massuese I knew that was a bit more willing than most, if you know what I mean.
It wasn't that I had any physical need for sex, Kay seldom begged off, in fact she often initiated. Her responses to me were easy and natural, she reached her peak with almost no effort.
Kay stayed interested in basketball, she served as coach for a local league. Just fun stuff for her, plus it had the advantage of keeping her body in shape.
She also didn't mind if I came along and watched, knowing me well enough to know how much I liked that. The gals on her team were all younger, in their 20's. I often got to sit and watch, it was great fun.
They all wore those loose tops, shorts, and they ran around all over sweating. Several would just wear a sports bra on the warmer days, that was a kick, too.
Then one evening while Kay was at the gym I decided to stay home. It was a cool night anyway, I knew most of them would be wearing sweats anyway.
I clicked on the PC and was loading some body building videos. I normally went to the free sites but one link popped up and required a credit card to enter.
I have no idea why I did but I entered my card number, paid the $9.95 for access.
Wow! This was different! There were photos of women in poses, action shots, nearly all of them were topless or in thongs and small tops.
I must have looked at over 200 different photos, when a 2nd link on the side caught my eye.
"Vote!" It said, for the best athlete of the season.
I figured I would cast my vote, so I clicked on that. A page opened up with probably 30 thumbnail size pictures, all fully nude.
I started at the first one and began to wade my way through them. They were all pretty much the same, the first pictures clothed, then topless, ending up with the last two or three fully nude.
A few had obvious bust enlargement jobs but some were slender and lean, the way I liked them.
I was about halfway through when I saw one photo that made my heart skip a beat! There was a shot of a long muscular body, bare breasts exposed. The hips turned slightly away pretending to be coy, left leg raised just enough to hide her pubic region.
And a very familiar blemish on the left hip!
I sat there surprised for a few moments, the picture looked like Kay, right down to the hair style. But her face was turned away.
I opened the next one, then the next. Now there was little doubt, one shot showed her nose and profile fairly clearly. There was no mistaking the breasts that I had had in my hands, my mouth, literally hundreds of times.
All doubt vanished at the last photos as her legs were open, swollen lips clearly on display, her clit protruding, the last one taken from less than a foot away.
My wife's vagina filled the computer screen, larger than life in full living color. I sat there in shock.
