Walk with Pride
My wife shows 'em all what money can't buy
Did you ever have one of those moments that was so perfect you felt "life just doesn't get any better than this," a moment made that much sweeter by the pain that preceded it? I had a moment like that not too long ago, and it was my wonderful, beautiful, incredible wife Alicia that gave it to me.
Alicia is my 2nd wife. She's Latina, and true to the stereotype she could be fairly described as passionate and fierce, especially when it comes to love for her family, her sense of right and wrong, and fortunately, her love for me.
I truly am a lucky man. I know I am. But that doesn't mean I haven't fallen occasionally into periods of depression, or feelings of worthlessness or self pity, wishing I had more money. I'm only human after all. I had one of those periods recently until Alicia snapped me right out of it. Boy did she ever! And it's something neither I, nor all of our friends who were there are likely to ever forget.
More about that in a minute, but first, a little background.
I'm a lawyer by training and by tradition. My father and grandfather, even my great grandfather were also lawyers, all in the same small town. Eden's Prairie sits in a rural part of the state where most of the economy, or what's left of it, is built around farming. I guess you could say my family is something of an institution in that town. Having grown up in it, with roots so deep, I never really imagined myself anywhere else.
Even when I'd gone off to the city, first for college and then for law school, it was fun and exciting for a while, but it wasn't home. So while all my law school buddies signed on with big law firms or became prosecutors or house counsel for corporations, I went back home to a life of writing wills, defending drunk drivers, doing divorces, and just generally helping out my longtime friends and neighbors with their assorted legal needs. It might not be the path to riches or fame, but, at least, I tried to tell myself, I was a respected member of the community, and I could make a positive difference in people's lives. You don't get that working for Exxon.
My first wife, Katherine, didn't see it that way. I'd met her in school and although she tried, small town life was simply not for her. Nothing like living away from it to make her realize she really missed the culture, shopping, and excitement of the city. Oh, and she liked money too. That was a problem, because we didn't have much, at least not by her standards. When I had offers to move back to the city and make much more, she absolutely could not understand why I would turn them down. Gradually, she came to see me as kind of a loser with no ambition, so when our old mutual friend from law school, Chad, started putting out feelers, she was receptive. They had an affair. I had suspicions, but I still fundamentally trusted and believed in her right up until she told me she was leaving.
Word gets around fast in a small town, and right after Katherine left is when Alicia came into my life. Only a few years earlier I'd helped her younger brother in a juvenile case where the cop had decided right away that he was guilty, and then stopped investigating. It didn't take me long to find a much likelier suspect, who was eventually (two years later) tried and convicted, but it took a year-and-a-half of putting Alicia's family through the wringer before I could finally get the DA to drop the charges. Somehow Alicia had never married. She was 30 years old, proud and unreachable, some kind of virgin queen, or so everyone thought, but when she heard I was single, she went after me. I guess I must have made a good impression helping out her brother. I was 42, so a little older, but not so much as to make our ages an obstacle. Thank God she took that risk!
She didn't have to chase me too hard. Like I said, it was a small town, and Alicia was easily the most beautiful woman in it. The fact she was 30 and unmarried, and was well-known to shoot down any guy who dared to ask her out had led most people to believe she was either gay, or maybe asexual or something. Nope. Nothing of the kind. Turns out she was just holding out for a better offer. She was too loyal to her family to move away, and when she heard I was single she manufactured an excuse to come see me at the law office. I figured out what she was really up to pretty quickly and asked her out. Nature just took its course after that.
We'd been married about 3 years when the invitation came. My law school classmate Rick was throwing a party, a kind of informal reunion for our old gang. Everyone, it seems, was going to be there, including Chad and Katherine. To be honest, I had mixed feelings about going, and not just because my ex was going to be there with her new husband. Sure, I'd been friends with those guys for more than 20 years, and we'd had some good times back in the day, but our lives had taken different paths. Increasingly, it seemed they were all about money, even if for some it was just a way of keeping score. Once upon a time I'd been as competitive as any of them, but now other things just seemed more important to me.
As for Katherine, I wasn't bitter. Alicia turned out to be an upgrade. It still hurt that Katherine had picked Chad over me, but I was in a better place because she had. Chad might think he won some kind of competition between us, but I knew what he had, and what I had, and there was really no comparison. In the bedroom, Katherine spit, Alicia swallows. Alicia loves me, loves sex; loves my dick. She always wants it, often three times a day! With Katherine it was once/week if I was lucky. Katherine was blonde and pretty, but our home, even with two kids, seemed sterile. Now, with Alicia and our baby, the house is full of warmth and joy and laughter.
Even though overall I was in a reasonably good place, my old petty competitiveness did still come out a bit when I thought about how all the guys in my old gang must think of me.
I
knew I wasn't a loser, and I knew that
should
be enough, but sometimes it just wasn't. The thought that
they
might see me as a loser, not just Katherine and Chad, but all of them, well that gnawed at me. And because it gnawed at me, it bothered Alicia too.
Alicia had met all my old friends and their wives before, a couple of times. The group generally tried to get together once a year. They could see she was gorgeous, and younger, but I could tell most of them also looked down on her, at least a little. She wasn't as polished, and not as well-educated as their wives, at least when it came to the sort of resume credentials that tend to impress a certain type. Alicia's tastes were not as refined, especially if money is your measure of refinement. Nobody said anything blatantly insulting of course, but in the little comments both Alicia and I got hints about how they felt.
Even more so than me with the guys, their wives made Alicia feel it too. Whereas us guys talked mostly about old times, the wives talked mostly about their new Teslas or Mercedes, private schools and European vacations, charity work, spa days, and brunch or wine tours with the girls. So Alicia had come to not really enjoy these get-togethers, but she did it for me. I had mixed emotions, but nevertheless I decided to go. We really had been good friends back in the day, or at least I thought we were. Sometimes I miss those days. Besides, if I didn't show, they'd all think that I had been afraid.
Before leaving the house for the two-hour drive to Rick's, as we got dressed, Alicia, wearing nothing but a bra and panties, tackled me for a quickie. With my legs off balance as I was putting on my pants she pushed me back onto the bed and pinned me down, her glorious tits spilling out of the top of her bra. I could feel the heat of her pussy through both her underwear and mine as she ground on me. My dick was hard in no time.
"We better make this fast. We don't have much time," she said.
Her bra flew off and I sat up to bury my face between those gorgeous mounds. Then I stood up, grabbing her delectable ass and lifting her off the bed only to turn around and dump her back on it as my hands gripped and pulled off her panties. I kicked off my pants, removed my shorts, and spun her around to bend her over the bed. I sank my dick into her sopping pussy, slowly at first, and then, grabbing her hips, I started to thrust.
Alicia usually heats up pretty fast, and doggie is her favorite position. It wasn't long before she was feeling it pretty good. She's a bit of a screamer too, so there was no mistaking it. I love how she screams. Katherine had always been quiet. You barely even knew she was enjoying it until she squirted or you could feel her shake through her orgasm. With Alicia, you know it's coming before she gets there. But on this day, we got the downside of her vocality. Alicia's screams woke up the baby. I'd been planning to save it up and ride her for two, but I didn't get there before the baby's screams took over both our brains and demanded attention.
