When you start out in life, things are simple. You just look between your legs and determine if you are a male or female. The penis between mine clearly told me I was a male. This realization included my sexual role and responsibilities. It was my duty to seek out willing women, develop a relationship, and have sexual relations. Simple to understand, at least that has been the social understanding for a male.
I married Jan 10 years ago. During most of that time I was responsible for earning our income, taking care of the house, and fulfilling my sexual role. As a woman of our time, Jan was independent and felt free to do whatever pleased her. Her vision of the woman's sexual responsibilities was more aggressive than perhaps women of an earlier age. She also never seemed to be satisfied with my performance in the bedroom. She always thought I failed to understand her physical, emotional, and sexual needs. Perhaps that was true, but I tried my best to make her happy.
There are times that life takes an unanticipated and unexpected turn. Sometimes it can have a wonderful outcome and other times turn your world upside down. It happened to me. It was a Friday night and I took my wife to dinner at a local restaurant and bar. Dinner was good as usual. At 9:00 PM a local band started to play. I asked Jan to dance. That was the turning point. My life began a slow, negative spiral downward that changed not only my life but that of four people.
As we moved to the dance floor, Jan stopped and yelled, "Rod, is that you?"
Sitting at the bar was Jan's old high school flame, Rod Becker. Jan changed directions and went right to the bar. With me following like a dutiful puppy.
"Rod Becker is that you? Its Jan Wilcox from West River High." The look on her face immediately indicated she was very happy to see him.
He replied, "Jan Wilcox, you are as beautiful as ever. What are you doing here?"
Responding she said, "I am having dinner and was going to the dance floor. What are you doing here?"
At that point I might has well been on the moon. Neither Jan nor Rod paid any attention to me until I interrupted and stuck my hand out to shake his. "Hi, I am Jim, Jan's husband it is nice to meet you."
Rod politely responded, "It is very nice to meet you. Jan and I went to West Water High school together and I haven't seen her in at least 12 years."
Attempting to look supportive, "That's great. What brings you here tonight?"
At that point Rod's focus shifted completely to Jan. "Our company is moving from Chicago to Tampa. I am looking for both office space and a new house located not too far from here and wanted to scout out the neighborhood."
Pausing for a second. he then said, "Jan, you are the last person I thought I would see this evening."
Jan smiled, "It is truly a big surprise to see you. Are you here with your family?
Rod replied, "Not yet, my family is still in Chicago but will be moving here once the deal on the house closes. I am Chief Financial Officer of Hoffman Tech. Mary's father is the founder and owner. He is tired of Chicago politics and Illinois taxes, so we are all moving to Tampa. That means approximately 150 new jobs for this area."
"Jan, you look as beautiful as when you were Homecoming Queen at West Water."
Blushing Jan replied, "You are kind, but I was just one of the girls in the queen's court. I am surprised your remembered."
At this point I wanted to break these two up and get the hell out of the restaurant. This old-time high school reunion was getting to be a bit much.
Before I could say anything, Jan said, "Jim, let's invite Rod back to our table so we can chat for a few minutes and catch up. You can also share some information about Tampa that might be helpful to him"
She then said, "Rod, unless you have other plans would you like to join us?"
Without hesitation he said, "Yes, I would love to. I don't want to interrupt your evening."
Without even looking at me, Jan said, "Oh, you won't be interrupting. It will make the evening special right Jim?"
Immediately I was put into a no-win situation so I said, "Yes, that will be fine."
For the next two hours and three rounds of drinks for which Rod paid, I had to listen to Jan and Rod re-live their high school days. Never mind that both had lives after West Water. I became the "potted plant" at the table.
Finally, I said, "Rod, it has been great seeing you, but I have to get up early tomorrow to help our neighbors move their daughter into an apartment. Jan, we have to go."
She suggested, "Jim why don't you go home. Rod, we don't live too far from her would you mind dropping me off at home in a little while?"
Rod quickly said, "Jim, you are quite a guy helping your neighbors this way. I have no problem bringing Jan home. Don't worry she will be safe."
I reluctantly said, "Ok, Jan but please don't be too late, Jean wanted your help in organizing Jennifer's apartment, remember?"
Jan replied, "Don't worry I will be along shortly."
I left with an uneasy feeling this was not the best idea.
Two hours later Jan finally got home. She had obviously had a few more drinks and was very talkative. I am not even sure she understood what she was saying. She also thought I was asleep, so I think she was talking to herself not expecting me to hear her.
"Rod is still the looker. We spent a lot of time in the back of his VW bus. I still remember that big cock filling me and driving me wild. He knew how to fuck a girl and probably still does." He got me excited just talking tonight. Unlike my guy who has a micro-cock and doesn't really know how to curl my toes. Why Rod married Mary Hoffman I will never know when he could have had me. Well, she will inherit $500 million at some point when her father passes away."
That was the end of Friday night with Rod, or so I thought. Nothing more was said about Rod or that Friday night. Life returned to normal except Jan had no interest in having sex with me. A perfunctory hug and kiss in the morning was the closest I got to a sexual experience.
About a month after the "High School Reunion" Jan informed me that we were invited over to Rod's home for a house-warming party. She had accepted and purchased two bottles of exceptional wine for a gift. The cost of this little gift was $150.
Rod's house was in the same subdivision as ours and only 3 to 5 minutes away depending upon the traffic light at Linebaugh and Countryway. Jan greeted Mary with a big hug and Rod with even a bigger one. After Rod poured the drinks we settled in and talked.
Unlike Jan's description of Mary, I found her to be a very attractive woman. At 5ft 9in tall, blond hair, beautiful blue eyes, and worth $500 million I could easily understand why Jan lost the "Rod Sweepstakes". More importantly, Mary seemed like a genuinely nice person. Unlike Rod and Jan who started to re-live their past glories, Mary focused on me.
"Jim, I understand that you're a sales manager for a large financial institution here in Tampa. That has a great deal of responsibility. Please tell me about yourself."
That moment of kind, interest made me feel comfortable with her and we talked. I learned that she graduated from Northwestern University with a degree in education. That she taught special needs children in the Chicago school system. She loved to sail, go to plays, and spend time at the beach. Mary was a first-class woman. It soon became clear to me that Rod choose wisely when he married Mary.
