Thank you to WanderingScot for his editing of this story. He makes it a much better read. There are only two chapters and they are both here.
Chapter one:
I find myself reading a lot of stories on-line. I guess because it's free and I do find some of them really interesting. Lately I have been favoring the cheating spouse's type stories. I'm also into the getting even and revenge in these stories.
I like Romance stories but not if the husband is a wimp. You see I found out that I've been a wimp for the last seven years. That's how long I've been married. I used to think it was because I loved Susan and wanted to do everything for her.
Now I understand I did the things she wanted just so there wouldn't be a confrontation. Believe it or not I learned so much about myself by reading cheating wife stories. I couldn't believe that the husbands never suspected anything in these stories. Did they live in the dark ages?
Now I look back and realized that almost our whole married life Susan used me and took me for a fool.
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We met in college. I was a senior and she was a sophomore. She was a good looking woman and I was somewhat of a geek. At one of the parties it took a few beers but I was able to approach her. When I asked her to dance she said sure.
We began talking. I used one of the old lines of, "What's a girl like you doing at a place like this?" I told her I was a geek and didn't date a whole lot.
She laughed and told me I was lame but said she would dance with me anyway. We both drank too much and she told me she broke up with her old boyfriend two days before and decided to just go out and have some fun. Her girlfriend told her about this party, so she came to it.
We both ended up drunk and had sex in my dorm room. I left a ball cap on the doorknob so my roommate wouldn't bother us. It was the first time I ever used the cap. My roomy was the one that always got the girl.
I don't remember a lot about the sex that night, but the way the bed looked in the morning we must have had a good time. I got up and took a quick shower and then woke Susan up. She didn't seem too pleased with herself when she woke up. I pointed to the bathroom and she went and took a shower.
She acted a little nicer after the shower. She sure was a nice looking woman. Looking at the two of us, I doubt if anyone would think we were a couple. I made her breakfast before taking her back to her dorm.
I asked her if I could see her again and she told me that she wasn't ready to date again but if she saw me at the parties she wouldn't walk away. Looking back, I think that was her way of saying she thought I wasn't good enough for her.
From time to time I saw her at other parties but she hung with her girlfriends and danced with other guys. Why wouldn't she? She was good looking and available. She did dance with me when I asked her. I didn't know if she cared for me or was just being nice.
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I came from a good home and was raised with good family values. The problem is I didn't stick to them at college. I did go to parties and got drunk quite a few times. Other than Susan I got laid by a few of other girls during my college years. Unfortunately they were party gang bangs.
The girls would have sex with anyone for the price of admission. I guess it was one way of getting laid without going to a hooker. I did want a girlfriend but the geek chicks weren't into parties. I put getting laid before commitment.
I was miserable, and my roommate noticed it. Tony de Marco was a good looking Italian boy from New York, who wanted to attend our college for the excellent computer science program it offered. We became very good friends -- he wasn't as shy as I was, but we helped each other with our studies. I can only say that we became as close as brothers -- and no, neither of us knew what Gay meant!
It was Tony that made sure that I got invited to the parties where I did get laid. He had the connections. Now that's what I call a friend.
I suppose the final sealing of the bond between us came on the day we were leaving class, and he slipped on the steps. He fell backwards, and his head struck the concrete. He was motionless, limp, and turning blue in the face, not breathing. From somewhere in my mind came the memory of a story of someone "swallowing their tongue". It had fascinated me, and I remembered what the solution was.
I got behind him, pulled his head back, reached into his open mouth, and hooking my fingers behind his inverted tongue, pulled it back to where it belonged. As his airway opened, his lungs sucked in a huge breath, and as his color started to return to normal, I realized that I was close to tears at the thought of my best friend being hurt.
His eyes opened, and saw me holding his head, my face twisted with emotion. "Mark" he husked. "What happened?"
"Don't worry Tony, you will be ok, just a slip of the tongue!"
"Huh? Well let me up, ok? I'm fine!"
After the medics finished examining Tony, they gave him a clean bill of health, and we went back to the Dorm.
As we walked toward the building entrance, Tony stopped, as he spotted the stretched limo parked in front, the driver standing next to the rear door.
With a shrug, Tony walked to the limo, and as he neared the car, the driver opened the back door, and his Father stepped out.
Angelo De Marco was an impressive figure -- six feet and 220 lbs, with a smile to match. He hugged Tony, sighing in relief as he realized that his son was ok.
"Dad -- this is Mark -- he..." Tony spoke.
"I know who he is!" Angelo smiled. "Mark, I owe you for saving my son. I am in your debt. Any time you need help, you contact me, ok? Do not forget -- I mean it -- any time." He husked as he shook my hand.
Five minutes later, Tony was gone -- back to New York, leaving me to wonder if I had ever really had a friend.
Then I met Susan my senior year. After our one time together, I did see her on campus once in a while and she was always nice to me. I guess I thought she might have feelings for me. I decided to ask her out again and she said ok. She seemed a bit different from the last few times I talked to her. Not as carefree as she was at the parties.