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Dear Reader,
I have posted this here in the fervent hope that you can help me. There are several things about my marriage that have me confused and I have been told that the members of this website have the most experience and are undoubtedly the foremost experts in the areas that I need advice. I desperately wish that this proves true and that you will take the time to read this in its entirety.
Let me begin by explaining that, in my opinion, one of the best things that can happen to you in life is to find yourself completely in love with your spouse. Enraptured by them and married to them. Well, I cannot restrain myself from telling you that it is my great good fortune to be totally in love with the most wonderful girl I have ever met--as well as being married to her. Her name is Jo Ann and in almost every way she is my idea of the perfect wife.
By way of some background. She grew up in a very small mid-western town. The kind of place where everybody knows everybody else. They also know everything about everybody else's business. Since, the social life revolved around church potluck dinners, it did not take much to start tongues wagging and to overnight become the talk of the town. If you cared about your reputation you were careful to be a model of decorum.
Jo Ann's very first foray away from home was to attend college and that is how we met. Those years that we spent as students were nothing less than storybook years. We were feverishly in love and soon began to talk of marriage and sharing our entire lives with each other. We also were incredibly sexually attracted to each other but her upbringing was a stumbling block. I was inexperienced, but I was not a virgin. She was.
I remember how shocked and somewhat hurt she was that I did not believe her when she told me this intimate fact. It seemed that my hormones were doing most of thinking that day and I told her that nobody but a few prepubescent girls were virgins anymore. She firmly stated that where she came from you waited until you were married and angrily walked away. It was our first real disagreement.
Jo Ann has an exceptionally pretty face. Men often do a double take when their furtive glance discovers such an extraordinary beauty. In fact, her looks could be intimidating were they not counter balanced with interpersonal skills that quickly put people at ease. She is a terrific listener and makes everyone feel that whatever they are telling her is not only fascinating but also crucially important to her. She has a most pleasant upbeat personality that is coupled with obvious intelligence. She ran cross-country until she graduated from college, which resulted in shapely legs and an athletic figure that she continues to maintain into her late twenties.
Her posture is perfect. It accents the width of her shoulders, the narrowness of her waist and the flare of her hips. Her erect posture also causes her breasts to jut slightly forward appearing to put a strain on their c-cup tether. Additionally, it creates the impression that she is presenting her breasts to you--an almost irresistible temptation to just reach out and grab one of that perfectly shaped matched set. In summary, she is the very picture of the most stunning "girl next door" that you have ever dreamed about.
Now let me tell you why I said that she is almost the perfect wife. You see she has these occasional incredible lapses. For instance, last Saturday we were invited to a party at a friend's home. At about ten o'clock several of the guys decided that they were going to drive around and smoke a "home rolled." They felt it would not be "cool" to light up at the party and they asked Jo Ann if she and I would like to go with them. She readily agreed for both of us.
I found out later that she told them that she would go get me and that we would meet them at their car. But that is not what she did when she walked over to where I was standing. Instead, she told me that a few of them were going to sneak out for a smoke and she would catch up with me when she got back. Well she never got back. I hung around the party for a couple of more hours. After the third person asked me where Jo Ann was I just went home.
About two in the morning I heard her use her key to slowly unlock the door. She closed it behind her without making a sound. She managed to silently slide her shoes off and then, because she was so inebriated from liquor and smoke, she dropped her purse which hit the floor making a noise that seemed deafening having occurred in such absolute silence. This prompted me to call out, "Is that you?" She paused for a few seconds before answering. "Yes, it's me," she said and staggered slightly as she walked into the bedroom.
