Disclaimers: With me closing in on one hundred stories, you'd think I wouldn't need to say this, but I will anyway. Anyone partaking in sexy stuff is at least eighteen years of age. Also, each and every person in my story are figments of my overactive imagination. I repeat, THIS STORY IS FICTIONAL!
There are two distinct parts to my story. A loving wife part, where the marriage ends very badly. And a second part that is a true romance story.
If a character, or two from past stories happens to appear, that's the author's prerogative.
Warnings: There is violence in my story, that is germane to its outcome, plus any matters pertaining to laws, are laws according to me. Its my story, so abide by my wishes.
More warnings: There is a very nasty betrayal, plus some very well planned retribution.
Even more warnings: There are two instances in my story that could be considered Interracial, and I don't treat one of them too kindly. And before anyone asks, NO, I'M NOT A RACIST!
Oh, yes, if you're expecting wall to wall sex, click out and find another story.
Lets start at the beginning, OK?
I'm Walter Banks, Wally to my closest friends, and I'm nearing my thirty-fourth birthday. I'm also happily married for almost six years. This is my second marriage, and I'm fairly certain it will work out far better than my first one did.
Let me try to describe my first marriage to Katherine Blankenship. We met as Juniors in high school, at Central Valley high school, in Spokane Valley, Washington. That's few miles east of downtown Spokane.
I guessed her family were new to our area, as she didn't know anyone in the school. I kind of took it upon myself to introduce myself on the second day of school, as we had several classes together, plus a teacher, or two, still used the antiquated system of seating students alphabetically. Banks and Blankenship were close enough to sit together.
Even with me being a bit on the quiet side, and not one who turns female's heads with my physique or stunning good looks, I guess I impressed her enough to start talking to me.
Let me describe myself. I stood a bit over six feet tall, and might have weighed about one eighty. Maybe.
Katherine, on the other hand, stood just over five feet tall, and even with rocks in her pockets, weighed just about a hundred pounds. Yep, just a tiny thing.
Slowly, at first, but being in several classes together each day, gave us the opportunity to learn a bit more about each other.
Katherine was a bit shy, being new to this area, but she seemed to be making friends easily, as the school year progressed.
With us just being friends, she did let me know she absolutely hated being called Kathy. So Katherine it was.
All throughout the school year, we just sort of palled around, getting to the point of a light kiss, or two, towards the end of the school year.
Nothing even close to a relationship, but just becoming friends.
Continuing on to our Senior year, we became a bit closer, sitting together at lunch, and actually going on a date, or two. Each of these dates usually ended with nothing more than a goodnight kiss, or if I was really brave, a second kiss, which would last a bit longer.
Slowly but surely, I was getting a bit braver. We got to the point of some heavy make-out sessions in my car. OK, it wasn't at a classy hotel, but with both of us living with our families, neither of our houses were a suitable option.
Also, neither of us were rolling in money, so a night at any hotel just wasn't in the cards.
I did start working, part time at this country's third largest retailer, behind only Wal-Mart and Home Depot. Starting in 1983, in Seattle, which quickly expanded to a total now of 833 warehouses worldwide, making it the fifth or sixth largest retailer in the world.
It was a very good company to work for, and the little extra money came in handy.
I started working weekends, only, plus some of the holidays. Mind you, this company actually closed on most holidays, making it stand alone among retail stores.
As our senior year was progressing, we started thinking about our prom. Yes, we discussed the one thing most kids thought about, and considered what everything would entail.
Yes, our relationship was blossoming, but after several very hot make-out sessions, we still decided that maybe we weren't quite ready to take that next step.
We did, however, progress to a little manual stimulation on my part, along with Katherine getting brave enough to take my throbbing manhood out of my briefs, and actually kissing the tip just before me blowing my load into the tissues she held in her hand.
We both knew that our next step was losing our virginity to each other. Sooner rather than later.
Did I think we would make a nice couple, in it for the long haul? Yes. Or at least I thought we could. And with us becoming closer, and talking in the long-term, I was fairly certain that Katherine thought so, too.
We talked all throughout our senior year, with our make-out sessions finding us both naked, and perfecting our oral skills. Both of us giving and receiving.
Just so you know, I always carried a condom, or two, just in case.
One common theme with our discussions, had to do with money. Going into my third year at the same location, and now working full time, with very good benefits, I felt we were in a decent enough situation to start talking marraige.
Katherine finally agreed, and with our make-out sessions progressing to the point that we were both aiming for, we found ourselves in my bedroom, with both my parents at work.
As I finished taking her clothes off, and kissing both rock hard nipples, with one finger rubbing her already wet pussy, her hand was slowly rubbing my swollen seven inches of more than ready manhood.
We were both so anxious, we barely remembered a condom.
Slowly, at first, all of a sudden, we both started thrusting into each other.
My God, this was fantastic. This was not sensuous love making. This was fucking in its rawest form. Animalistic would be a more accurate description.
Not only did I learn just how excitable we both became, plus just how loud she was, we were both very happy to be alone in my folks house.
I was silently shocked at how long I actually lasted, even though I didn't come close to setting any endurance records.
Rolling onto our backs, and doing some necessary clean-up, we just stared at each other.
"I certainly hope you have more condoms" she whispered.
I couldn't get another out of my nightstand fast enough, placing it were it belonged.
This time it was making love, not pure raw sex. I very slowly licked all around her tiny, rock hard nipples, all the while running one finger up and down her already very moist pussy lips.
Both actions elicited the exact responses I'd hoped for. While her breathing came in short, heavy bursts, she started moving her body around to get up close and personal with my nearly 8 inches of solid meat.
When she took the head and the first three inches of my love stick in her very warm mouth, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.
I already knew I wasn't the first cock to sample her female charms, and this action showed me she wasn't a novice in the oral arts, either.
Neither of these revelations were deal breakers.
For the next few months, we were nearly unseperable. OK, when I was working, plus, Katherine finally getting a job in one of my employers' competitors buildings did keep us apart during our work hours.
If we were both off work, we were finding new ways to excite each other. Fucking in positions we didn't think possible. Sucking, when mother nature put a halt to such endeavors. Generally, learning that nearly everything became a part of our playbook.
At our six month anniverary, I made the decision to ask Kathetine to marry me. It took about two minutes of crying and hugging for her to say yes.
My parents were overjoyed, but her parents had long since divored, and Katherine didn't know where either of them lived. She thought her mother lived in the Tri-cities area, where she had moved from, but wasn't sure. Sad, but true.
We set a date two months down the road, and started making our plans.
First thing we did is we found a nicer, older home, with a rent to own option. I always knew that when my parents bought their first home, a true fixer-upper, my dad had more spring in his step. This house, where they still live, would never grace the pages of Home & Garden, but it was theirs.
Getting settled in our new home, with a few weeks to spare before we became Mr. and Mrs. Banks, we tried fucking in each and every room. All three bedrooms. Both bathrooms. Even outside on the patio. No area of the house was left untouched. No area of her precious body went unnoticed.
The one time when my fully engorged manhhod touched her back door, she called a halt, saying I was way too big to try any of "That Shit" pun intended.
Going into my fourth year in the same building, and her job helping to raise our financial outlook, we started talking about the possibility of children.
Even though we couldn't call ourselves wealthy, we considered ourselves fortunate having a little extra each payday to sock away in what we called our rainy day fund.
Within a few months of stopping all birth control, we were off and running to her doctor. It took only a few minutes and a pass or two with the ultrasound wand to see a tiny being growing in her womb.
The first thing we decided was not to learn the sex of our child. We just didn't care. It's health was our primary concern.
Letting my parents both know, along with my grandmother, they were all overjoyed knowing another generation was on the way. Katherine did locate her mother in the Pasco area, but it almost seemed as if Donna Blankenship couldn't be bothered, and this really bothered my wife.
"Wally, my mother acted is if this fantastic news didn't matter," she cried in my arms.
"The happiest news she could hear, and virtually no response, just see if we let her know when our child is born."
All throughout her pregnancy, Katherine had a minimum of difficulties. Yes, she had food cravings, but an extra dish of chocolate chip cookie dough ice-cream wasn't such a bad thing. Was it?
Well into her ninth month, with our sex life at lower than a minimum, we almost thought that he/she didn't want to meet us.
One evening, just after dinner, she gave me this look, as if to say, "its time"
Off we went after contacting her doctor, who told us she would meet us at the hospital.
Getting prepped, and pushed down to the birthing center, I could hardly contain my excitement.
Just over one hour of serious labor, Robin Banks finally made her appearance. All seven and a half pounds, and nearly twenty inches long. What very little hair she had on her beautiful head was a medium brown, that was barely visible.
