Chapter Two of a true story
Following the humiliating events of his college days Myron went to work for a small, executive firm in Marketing and Development. There, he honed his skills and climbed the corporate ladder very well over the next 12 and a half years. He saved nearly every dime he could in the hopes of providing for his future and future wife. Hopefully, someday a family as well.
Myron, the 6' 7" tall and 224 lb. pencil-necked and noticeably nerdish white man was now completely entrenched into adulthood. He had moved back home after college to live with his mom and dad. He father passed away less than five years later. But, his mother's house had already been paid for and the insurance, as well as the small nest egg left by his deceased father, had taken care of the rest.
This allowed Myron to save most of the money he was earning in the corporate world and to make a few small investments along the way. It was not nearly enough to retire on as he reached his early 30's, but it was more than enough to get out on his own. He could live comfortably.
But, Myron felt at ease living at home with his mom. He liked the umbrella of security this provided. He spent many Saturday nights baking chocolate chip cookies and watching romance movies with her. These movies soon became Myron's favorite ones as well.
Myron watched these movies and longed for the day he would meet the woman of his dreams.
But, while his career was progressing very nicely, the passive Myron was not nearly as successful with the women. Nor, was he even close to meeting a woman he could settle down with.
Despite his very tall stature, Myron remained more of the weakling type with a "weaker" looking chin and a noticeably underdeveloped physique. His overall physical appearance was soft, shy and timid, and this matched his personality.
His success in the business world had been attributed more to his analytical skills rather than his aggressiveness in this so-called concrete jungle.
In the 12 years that followed graduation Myron had only 3 very short-lived love interests. All of these women ended the courtship relatively fast, many disappointed by Myron's ultra-passive nature and lack of taking charge in the bedroom.
Unbeknownst to Myron, they had been disappointed by the 6' 7" 224 lb. man's lack of sexual prowess, and the barely 5" less than thick cock which he so unproudly possessed.
Myron was far from a sexual-dynamo, and he knew it. Yet, he had hoped to find a woman who would see him for the loving and caring man he was. Someone who would accept what he always thought was an "average" sized cock and a better life.
That woman would be Mona Carter.
At the age of 34, Myron was recruited by a larger corporation about 40 miles from the city. Although this could mean moving away from his sweet and adoring mom, it was an offer he found very difficult to refuse.
With a tearful eye, Myron explained this career opportunity to his mom. She was quite receptive to the idea as she had felt for so long that her son would benefit from this change, like this one.
With that approval Myron accepted the position.
He proceeded to purchase a large home in a beautiful, upper-to-middle-class suburb. He also purchased a smaller cottage-style home in another nearby suburb for his mother, no more than 10 miles away.
Although Myron was having second thoughts about the mom and living apart from her, Myron's mom continued to encourage the decision. She told him that it was finally time to cut those apron strings loose and find himself a wife to settle down with. Myron hesitantly shook his head in agreement. He could not disagree with the wise words of his loving mother.
"Yes, okay mom. I know you're right". Myron said.
His frightened and somewhat saddened voice was not even that convincing to himself. Nevertheless, the decision became final.
With the new corporation things seemed to fall in place for the "nerdish" Myron. His career was beginning to progress at an even faster rate, moving to upper-management with just 2 months. Despite the snobbish all-white suburb where he now resided, and a very high mortgage, he knew he had made a sound career decision.
He now had a beautifully-detailed 5-bedroom home with an inground pool in a very upscale area. A 30 foot private and secluded deck complimented the home.
"This was a nice investment". He reasoned.
Still, Myron remained conservative in all other aspects of his life. He drove a 6-year old mid-sized Ford and continued to put away as much of his remaining salary as possible. He made a few other minor investments along the way but mostly lived a life of someone barely making ends meet. He never truly splurged.
After five months on the job Myron finally met Mona.
Mona Carter was a 23-year-old intern at the time, and she soon graduated. She graduated from an all-girl's catholic academy in the midwest. To Myron, she couldn't have been more beautiful. She was ravishing. A true vision.
Mona Carter was the epitome of grace and beauty. She stood 5' 6" tall and weighed a trim yet voluptuous 122 lbs., with fair skin and a 34D bustline. Her trim 23" waist and taut 35" hips was a true reflection of the many years she had spent as a youth in dance and ballet.
Her long, brilliant blonde hair, in profusion, and bright violet-blue eyes highlighted a picture-perfect face reflecting her Scandanavian and Norwegian decents.
Myron had thought she was perfect.
Mona Carter had been raised by a fairly strict catholic family in a conservative small town. She exclusively attended all-girls' academies since Junior High. And, she was a former teen beauty pageant runner up in her freshman year of high school. She even tried a year of cheerleading at Mathers JHS.
The angelic and radiant 23-year-old midwestern blonde had only smaller aspirations of a business career. She had bigger aspirations of meeting her knight in shining armor and being well taken care of by him while raising a small family. But, she wanted the better life. She certainly did not want a life where she would struggle to make ends meet as her parents did.
At the time she would be more than content to have this type of life she envisioned. Mona Carter saw this life well within her grasp when she met Myron.
In her eyes, Myron was a perfect gentleman. He was a polite, well-mannered and financially well to do man that could provide her with the things she always dreamed about. Like many midwestern girls from her small town she had envisioned being swept away by a successful man and into upper middle class society.
"So what if he's a bit nerdy." she kept reminding herself.
She was thinking of the man who seemed to treat her like a princess. "He still has a lot to offer a girl. He is so sweet." she reasoned.
After a brief courtship, the stunning girl next door married the tall, conservative Myron. They settled into Myron's glorious new home in the burbs almost immediately.
Myron couldn't have been happier.
He concentrated on his career even more diligently. Mona took a part time job with a catering company closer to home. Afterall, she really didn't need to work because of her husband's upper level management income and she felt having children and raising a family was more important. More important than some stuffy old business career. She had told a friend.
In the first two years of marriage, though, Myron was unable to provide a child for his strikingly beautiful young wife. Nor could he satisfy her sexually in the way she had hoped for.
Mona was beginning to feel the disppointment of Myron's small and undernourished looking cock. His once a week, 10 minute attempts to please her left her unfulfilled. Deep down, she also felt that her husband could have tried harder to give her a child.
But, Mona had quickly grown comfortable in her new lifestyle. The disappointments on the sexual side was something she felt she could live with. She would have to.
Still, Mona remained quite devoted to her husband. She also remained devoted her part time career in the upper echelon of the catering business.
This feeling prevailed for many years.
After 14 years of marriage, Mona had come to the realization, and had accepted, the fact that her taller and wimpier husband would never become the aggressive, take charge type. She had known this for many years, and her hopes to change that diminished with each passing year.
Mona was beginning to think about that type of man. The type that was opposite of her weakling of a husband. The strong, take-charge type with a stonger sex drive would be nice. She thought about this more often now.
Despite Mona's numerous attempts to get her husband more "in the mood" and to become "more aggressive" in the bedroom, she failed.
The ravishing blonde woman tried everything from wearing cheerleader costumes and a myriad of other sexier outfits, to planning romantic vacations in Hawaii and France. She even suggested roleplaying scenes with her as a hooker and her husband as the "john" who picked her up on a street corner. Mona had read that in a woman's magazine one day. It was far from her personality to do so, but she was getting desparate.
Despite these bold efforts to stir something inside her meek and passive husband, Myron was seldom interested. He was appalled by the suggestions of his younger wife and disinterested in breaking from his normal routine.
His weak attempts to please her went from a boring once a week to an even more boring twice a month.
The elegant blonde beauty began trying less and less after these rejections and she simply continued to accept her chosen lifestyle more and more. The first 10 years of marriage were bland and the last 4 years even more vanilla.
She now turned 38, and Myron was 49. Mona had all but given up all hope of ever having a child. She even thought about asking her husband about adoption, but then stopped. She knew her conservative Myron would never stand for that, either.
At 38, Mona remained a truly stunning woman. She was as beautiful as ever. Her daily aerobics routines and frequent trips to the Woman's Workout facility near her workplace really showed. She was proud of her body. In fact, many others felt she was even more beautiful than she was in her 20's and she still turned many heads.
At 49, Myron remained passively content in his life. Things had settled into a comfortable routine for him. And, he liked that. He seldom thought about his ex-sweetheat from his college days, Becky Collins, and the failed romantic attempts of the past had not entered his mind for many years.
That is, until shortly after he received some bad news.
Myron had heard rumors about his company being sold. The older corporation was beginning to fail and the company he had worked so diligently for, and for the past 14 years, was selling out to a newer, up and coming organization.
Now, these rumors were real. The takeover and the restructuring of the operation would begin immediately.
The younger and more progressive company had plans to cut more than 90% of the current staff in favor of their own people. Few, if any, would retain their current positions. And, that would be decided by a 3rd party group during an interview process.
After the day Myron was interviewed he was chosen to stay with the company. But, he was faced with a limited choice.
He had a choice of taking a lower graded position as an Assistant Manager with a salary $40k a year less than he was making, or take a $15K payout settlement and face termination.
Humbled and uncertain about his future prospects, Myron accepted the lower paying position. He reasoned that this new assignment would be fine for the time being, and he could scout around for other opportunities in the same field.
When he arrived home that night he looked defeated and drained, and he tentatively gave the bad news to his wife.
Myron's beautiful wife of 14 years appeared concerned. She explained that their savings was still good, but no longer great. She reminded Myron that they had loaned her family over $75K in the past two years and still had mortgages to pay for their home as well as his mom's home.
