My wife and I have been married for almost eight years and even though I have dragged her through hell and back half the time, she still stuck with me. At 5 foot 3, 140 lbs with soft dark chocolate skin, light brown eyes and short curly hair, she is easily the most beautiful woman I have known. She has been my addiction since she first cussed me out in 10th grade and ogling her ass in trig class. But it was not my fault that her ass had its' own gravitational pull.
She is everything that any man could want and need. She cooked, clean, took great care of our two beautiful twin daughters and me and ran a successful boutique, but with all that, it was not enough for me. At the end of the day she did not have the time or energy for me. Not even to make love. Hell I would have been happy to see a shadow of her naked breast. But after a long day, she was out cold.
Maybe that was one of the reason that I cheated. I know that this was not a good reason, but I only needed one. At the age of 30 I felt that my youth had passed me by. At age nineteen I was already a father of two and at age 20 I was a married man with the responsibility over other people lives. I was scared and for the 5 months of my life that we were separated I was enjoying being a free man until my father sat me down and told me that it was time I grow up. She still took me back.
Elise made a point the day before we were married that if I ever cheated on her that she would cut of my dick and nail it to the front door. That even tough I was 5'9, 240 pound of raw muscle and she was basically a midget and I knew not to cross her. Especially when she had 5 big, black brothers. One looked like he killed two or three people and was not scared to knock out a few more. Since I did not wish to be added to that list, I had found no reason to for me to cheat. Then she came along.
You know when you sit inside of a new car and that smell of leather hit your nostrils. It is exhilarating. That is what Charlie was, that new car scent. She was a neighbor hood chick that no matter time of day or night that you came home, she was still outside on the street corner. Elise almost beat her ass a couple times because she did not hide that fact that she wanted me. She was trouble and that excited me.
When she knew Elise was not at home or was inside the house, that is when she bold. She would say:
