This is a story of my marriage to my first and only wife. We were together for almost a decade, married for 7 years. Over time what can I say except she fell out of love with me. I can't blame her because of the things that went on. All I can say is that I loved her more than words can say. I tried several times to make things work but I had too thick of a skull to realize or maybe just didn't see the warning signs that were right in front of me. Some of the things that I will write is fact, others are fiction to try and keep you the reader entertained. I don't ask for comments, this is a story that must be told and it is my way of closing this sad chapter in my life. I have changed our names as so this doesn't hurt anybody.
The beginning:
I began working at a small courier company in a city that had 250,000 people in it. She was the bill rater. At the first company barbeque I noticed her standing in the corner acting a little shy. She had the greenest eyes I had ever seen and a smile that could melt icebergs. She was making small talk with some of her co-workers and myself being a driver hung with the drivers. We made eye contact several times but neither of us was outgoing at the time and nothing happened at the time.
Over the next few months I made it my mission to find out more about her and started to ask some of my friends what they knew about her. I found out she was 6 months older than me, single, and lived 20 mins out of town. We both smoked and drank alcohol so we had a few things in common to start with. We were at the company for about a year. We started to hang around each other more getting more comfortable with each other. I would call her through the day to see how she was and if she wanted a pop or anything, just to make an excuse to see her. She even called me on my cell phone and eventually we started to go for coffee together. I should mention at the time we were 22 or so, young and shy. We went for coffee almost every chance we could. We eventually went to a little lounge that everybody hung out at on a Friday and would have a bit to eat and a few beers. Once a group of us were talking about boobs and someone mentioned Tiffany's. I made the off comment that oh they are real. Boy what a mistake. Tiffany's face went beet red and she wouldn't speak to me the rest of the night.
All of the following week she never called me or anytime she did see me she was all business. I thought I'd blown it with her and was feeling rather sorry for myself. I had the good fortune to be talking to a cousin of mine. I told him how I felt about her and he just looked at me and said dude, tell her that. I took his advice and the next day about closing time I went into her little office and asked her if I could speak with her. She still looked pissed at me but said ok. I apologized for my rude comment and said I was only trying to be funny. I never meant to hurt her feelings and would like a second chance. I asked her if I could take her out for supper that night to make up for it. She closed her eyes and I thought she was going to tell me to go away. Instead after a moments thought she looked me in the eye and asked if I was really sorry? I looked right back in her eyes and said yes. She then smiled her wonderful smile that I hadn't seen in about a week and said ok.
To tell you the truth I was hooked on her right then. We went out and had a very nice evening, which ended up back at my place. We made love that night. She told me she lost her virginity when she was 16 but didn't have much experience with guys. I tried to make her feel better about it. I let her in on a secret that I didn't lose mine until I was 20. She looked shocked and I don't think that she really believed me. It was a fumbling attempt but we seemed to make each other happy. She ended up spending the night with me. After that I could barely contain my own smile because I had found myself a girlfriend that was quite a woman. Over time we moved in together and after getting to know her family and each other we realized that we had a lot in common growing up even though we grew up 2 provinces apart. We were both a little bigger than what was considered in shape but neither of us minded. We were young happy and at that time life couldn't be better.
First Mistake:
Even though we had had sex a number of times neither of us were willing to explore anything for variety in fear of upsetting each other. We use to spoon all the time nude and my cock was always between her cheeks. Late at night or early in the morning she was always amazed that I was hard. I would just whisper in her ear that was her doing it to me. She never believed me because she was very self-conscious which after awhile was literally getting on my nerves. I would tell her how beautiful and sexy I found her but she always thought I was just saying that to get into her pants.
As we lay in bed I would start humping her ass and she would hump me back. I need to say here that I was introduced to anal sex from a previous girlfriend who loved it. I never asked Tiffany about anal or anything I just assumed that from her humping me back that she wanted it. I made a plan for the next night to pop her anal cherry. After a hard day of work for her I offered her a back, leg and foot rub. She readily agreed as she had been on her feet all day and was very sore. I had her undress in front of me and I took my clothes off as well. I then had her lay face down on the bed and got some lotion. I took my time rubbing her feet and ankles. I then proceeded to her legs, which were twitching, at my touch. I didn't understand then that she still felt uncomfortable being nude in front of me with the lights on. After I finished with her legs I "accidentally" squirted some on her ass, as I was moving up to her back.