This is one of my stories that thwarted every attempt to continue, let alone finish. I would come back and reread and then add a little at a time until the other day it seemed to finish itself. Instead of a "loving wife", this, instead is a story of a "loving fiancé". There is little actual sex described here. There is certainly no sex depicted with anyone under the age of 18. I tried to describe the grief at the failure of the relationship but may have missed the mark. By the way this is the entire story in one posting. No having to wait for chapters. FS
Asshole
Let's just get that out of the way from the beginning. So many of the protagonists in these stories are boy scouts who never do anything wrong but I was different. When I was growing up I was always the biggest in my class, not only in weight but also in height, every year since kindergarten. That made me the class bully, not only because of my height advantage and weight, that wasn't just adipose tissue, by the way.
No, my older brothers beat on me all my life and I just passed it on. One way or the other I always seemed to get my way except with them until I was bigger than they are. I was the star running back on the football team in high school and the 200 lb wrestler every winter sports season. My dad had the idea that it might be good for me to learn to defend myself so I took Tai-Kwan-Do and Judo from a very young age. It helped me survive my brothers but made me even more of a nasty bully. After all I could take a punch and keep coming back for more and deliver even harder punches than most could mete out to me.
By the time I graduated high school I was six foot four inches and two hundred and thirty pounds with only fifteen percent body fat. Yeah, according to all the official height/weight charts I was obese but damn my abs, pecs, biceps, and thighs looked pretty good in the mirror. I won't talk about my ass but a lot of girls thought I had the cutest little cheeks and I am not talking about my dimples here. Well, maybe I am talking about certain dimples.
My hair is deep brown and wavy. My eyes are dark brown, too. I have good straight teeth that were an orthodontist's wet dream even though I never visited one. I have 20/15 vision that has not ever needed correction so I keep my sunglasses up on my forehead when not out in the sun.
Yeah, I was the kid every dad wishes was his but has nightmares about his daughter dating.
College was liberating and electrifying. Free from having my mom, good woman that she is, looking over my shoulder all the time. The campus was ripe with targets. Not only the coeds but there were also older women. Married, single, attached, it didn't matter to me. I actually had a couple of husbands sit and watch the cuckolding. Yep, I don't have performance issues. I can get a hard on at the drop of a hat and have no trouble blasting sperm from my eight inch cock into willing orifices.
I even topped a couple of the husbands just to prove once and for all who the stud was in the relationship. I am not into guys but sometimes you have to do what you have to do.
I guess my biggest downfall, looking back at what happened to my life, was that I surrounded myself with a bunch of guys just like me. We were all young, full of piss and vinegar, and willing to fuck any decent looking pussy that came along. And we did. I mean we fucked and forgot so fast that I think I may have hooked up with more than a few women more than once but months apart. At the time who cared.
By the way, my name is Troy Matthews. I guess I should be called Trey as I am the third generation named that even though I have four older brothers. Dad and Mom never did explain that one to me. Maybe that's why my brothers and I don't get along all that well.
Anyhow, I survived college pretty well. I got laid a lot. I didn't have to work a part-time job more than ten hours a week just for beer money as there was a trust fund to pay all the other costs. I graduated fairly high in my class of four hundred in my specialty which was Business Administration with an emphasis on labor relations.
I found a job rather quickly, I suppose more due to my physical presence than my academic standing and was soon on a team that went from business to business as the negotiators during union talks. Sometimes we represented the corporation and sometimes the union, it depended on entirely who was paying the freight.
After being gone on one of those negotiations for a few weeks I met Lisa Wilson back at our home office. She was a new hire and had started with us while I was gone. I don't know if it was lust at first sight of her blonde hair and blue eyes and nicely formed figure or if it was love as she struck me different than all the other women before her. I just know that suddenly I didn't want to fuck every woman I met that was passably good looking. I just wanted Lisa.
Now Lisa was no pushover. As a matter of fact I had to ask her out a dozen or more times before she would even consent to having coffee with me in the company cafeteria. My reputation had preceded me. Her attitude was obvious from the looks of disdain she leveled on me every time I tried to chat her up.
Her blue eyes would almost glow as she would put me in my place. At first I just went and hit on another pretty face to reaffirm my manhood but after a month or so I realized that this was exactly why Lisa didn't want to date me. She was not going to be a one and done. She was in it for the long haul.
I quit dating or fucking other women. After years of easy pussy, as I was now twenty-six years old, that was hard to do. I had so much tail wanting my cock that I hadn't even had to masturbate to relieve my frustrations for many years. There were some young and even older women who would dump their significant others just to rush over and take care of my hard-on if I wanted.
I went cold turkey. I actually tried to listen to the conversations that my female co-workers were having. Before Lisa I didn't care what a woman thought, just wanted to know enough about what turned each woman on so I could seal the deal.
I wasn't such a jack-ass that I didn't make sure the woman wasn't fully sexually satisfied after any encounter. No, I wanted to make sure that she would want a return engagement if I so desired so I made sure that my pussy licking skills and my cocksmanship were at the same championship level that my football and wrestling careers had been.
But now I suffered. I quit going out to the meat markets that are called discos, clubs, pubs, bars, or whatever else you want to use as a place to hook up. That meant my posse was a little upset but we still got together to go to football games, fishing, bowling and other events so they weren't too put out.
Jimmy Deeds, my best friend, actually laughed at me. "Without you hurting our chances we are all scoring better pussy. I hope you don't get over Lisa." They all laughed at me as they were still punks and bullies. I told them to grow up and, yeah, they guffawed and called me a pussy.
Whatever. After months of no pussy or ass I finally convinced Lisa I was serious about her. That was when she finally agreed to have coffee, during the day and on our fifteen minute break, in the office cafeteria.
We did that for weeks. During the time we talked about work related items, our co-workers (after all, when else do you get to gossip), and, little by little, our personal lives.
I never denied my history with Lisa as there were too many people willing to set the record straight. When it was appropriate I just told her that, while I was with her, there would not be any other woman. Of course she scoffed at that and said something about leopards and spots but she continued to have coffee with me.
She told me her age, a couple of years younger than me, about her parents and her kid brother. We talked about those high school years. I was proud of mine and she still had angst because of being a late bloomer and years of acne. I felt sorry as I would never have hit on her if we had known each other then. And I confessed that fact to her. I guess my facial expression and contriteness at how shallow I had been helped her to change her opinion of me.
After weeks of having coffee together at least once a day, she finally consented to going out to dinner with me. I had her choose where we would dine, like a gentleman should, and we had Italian. Not my most favorite food but at least she didn't opt for Indian or Thai food on the first date. I don't hate the food but it drives my intestines crazy the next day.
I made sure that I was on my best behavior. She was dressed in a pretty frock that accentuated her full breasts and pinched in the waist just right and then flared over those womanly hips that I wanted to explore so much. She stands about five foot seven inches with perfectly proportioned torso to legs. I mean her legs aren't too long with a short torso or a long torso with short legs. Her legs were toned and shapely, not too thin or too thick. She likes to run to keep in shape.
She had on heels that made her calves look even more luscious and I had a semi-hard cock all night long.
We ate, then we went next door to a dance hall that wasn't too loud as most of the music was more big band era than current tunes. She actually showed me new steps and after some accidental ankle kicking (by me) we started to dance close and around the floor. Fast dances, slow dances, and in between we touched at all times. I almost wished I had taken dance lessons instead of so much martial arts growing up. Almost.
There was one moment that night when I thought I might have to get physical. Not with Lisa, but an older guy, about forty-five or so in age, suddenly wanted to squire Lisa for the rest of the evening. He asked politely for a dance and we both agreed. After a bit, and a couple of songs, it was obvious he was not looking to return her to my side. Time to act. I kept my cool and tapped his shoulder. He gave me a nasty look and turned back to his dance moves with Lisa. I tapped again and he gave me an even nastier look. This time I reached up and pinched his trapezius muscle. Think of the old Vulcan neck pinch from
