D.I.L.L.I.G.A.F. #1 - In the beginning
The names are fictional to protect the guilty. All sex scenes are between consenting adults. No animals were harmed in the writing of this story. I along with Microsoft spell/ grammar check are responsible for the mistakes herein. I write for my pleasure and hope that you enjoy the read. I struggled with the category to put this story. Overall, it is a LW story. I never thought I would write a loving wives story, but here it is. My first LW effort. Some of the chapters in the saga may not fit the strictest definition of loving wives. It is either going to be LW or novel. I prefer to keep my stories in one category, as it makes it easier on my followers. A simple flip of the coin and LW won. There is a lot of sex in this story, some chapters more than others, so if you are not interested in explicit sexual writing, then this story won't be your cup of tea. This story grew as I wrote it. Originally, I had a different title and a different path but, (perhaps I will write that one at a later time) after I got started, this story took on a life of its own. I did not intend for this story to be this long, but I get carried away. The sex scenes just explode in my fertile twisted mind. Please leave feedback and rate my story. If you like it Thanks, if you don't D.I.L.L.I.G.A.F.
I know my wife (Vicky) is cheating. I know all the details who, what, when. I don't know why, and frankly, I could care less. She doesn't have a clue that I am aware of her infidelity. It is too easy to find things out. I have keystroke software on her phone and laptop as well as message spy apps. I can see all her emails and texts. I have "find me" tiles on her car and in her purses as well as her lover's cars. She has had multiple lovers in the past several months. The infidelity started with the clichΓ© girl's night out and has grown from there. I tried to talk to her on several occasions about the girl's nights. Usually, these conversations ended in hurt feelings, anger, and the cold shoulder treatment for several days. I am done. Hell, I was done months ago after the second or third girl's night. When she arrives at a notorious meat market, Johnny's and one of her "lovers" isn't there, then I walk in the joint about 45 minutes later. I give her ample time to get acquainted with the selection of the night. I enter through the back door and find a good spot for observing the action from the shadows. I watch as she dances and allows herself to be felt up both on the dance floor and at the table. I wait in the parking lot and follow them to a motel where I tag his car with a "find me" tile.
The most recent Thanksgiving holiday was final straw. She and her current "live dildo" have a texting marathon about missing each other. They use seasonal terms such as "squat and gobble" and "stuff my bird" comments along with some intimate camera shots during their messaging. They had missed the most recent 'girl's night out' due to the holiday interfering with the usual hook up night. The next rendezvous promises to be an epic fuck-fest. Count-down begins - T minus 30 days until scorched earth.
There was no shopping for a turkey or the fixings, no plans made to go to another house for Thanksgiving meals. I ordered a pickup dinner from a local grocery store. I left to get the meal and returned an hour later. I don't think she even realized that I left. She did notice my return and got up to unpack the dinner in the kitchen. We ate at the dining room table. There was no conversation as her attention was taken by the phone.
My name is Ronald. Ronald Johnson to acquaintances, RJ to friends, and Geronimo to my brothers in arms. I am 36 years old still in good physical shape. I go to the gym and run to stay in shape. I don't have a six-pack, but it would not take me long to show it. I went in the service straight out of high school. I spent time in shit holes around the world, doing shitty things that somebody needs to do, to protect God and county. I have excellent hand to hand combat skills. I am proficient with both pistols and rifles. I have been trained in surveillance, recon, explosives, counterintelligence, and electronic warfare. I am slow to anger, but when I do there are few situations that cannot be resolved with the appropriate application of force. I contemplated working for an alphabet agency but the thought of being stuck behind a desk made my stomach turn.
Since leaving the service, I have had many girlfriends. I like women. I think the female body is God's greatest creation. I believe all women are beautiful. Short, tall, skinny, plump, young, mature, black, white, brown - I like them all. I am not shy, but I prefer the woman make the first move. In the current era of the "strong independent" modern woman and the feminist woman-Nazis, there is less of a chance of conflict when the woman initiates contact. I am not afraid of rejection, but there is a line between rejection and man hating uber feminism. Whether the first move is a knowing smile, or a twirl of the hair, with strong eye contact, a raise of the glass from across the room, an opening line, or buying me a drink. Once contact has been made, I have no problem with continuing the "let's get acquainted" dance.
I am at my favorite watering hole. Standing at the end of the bar. I am alone and looking for company. A mature woman at the other end of the bar buys me a drink. When the bartender serves me the drink, he indicates the person that purchased it. I look at her and she smiles at me. I travel to the other end of the bar to thank her for the drink and to talk. We introduce ourselves. Her name is Gloria. She informs me that she is divorced and interested in finding a friend with benefits. I talk a little about my time in the service and how I am looking to start a construction business. We talk for a couple of hours and seem to be making a connection.
Her eyes sparkle during our conversation, and she appears more interested in the benefits part than the friend's part. She is thick with innuendos, and the longer we talked, the more she turns every phrase into something sexual. We dance a few dances and become friendlier with each dance. We hold each other a little tighter and she grinds her mons into my thigh a little harder with each dance. She is attractive to me with blue grey eyes, a nice figure, and a pair of legs that came up and make an ass out themselves. I excuse myself to go to the bathroom and she does likewise. I wait for her outside the ladies' room. When she exits and sees me, she smiles because I am there. She places her arms around my neck and pulls me down towards her until our lips meet. We enjoy a passion filled kiss that lasts a few minutes. My hands start on her hips and after caressing her back, they end up on her butt. While I grope her butt she moans into my mouth and starts grinding her crotch on my leg. The kiss breaks because we need to come up for air. Our eyes lock in on each other's and it is mutually understood that it is time to leave. She wants to go to her place and asks me to drive. I have no problem with that. She has a classic Chrysler New Yorker. I love the 'Mopar Whine' when you start them. It starts right up, and I can tell it has the 383 cu. inch motor. She scoots over right next to me. I put my arm around her shoulders, she soon starts to rub my thigh and moves to my crotch. She has my dick out in just a few minutes and has it down her throat in no time. She is truly a talent. It doesn't take long before I am on the verge of a volcanic release. I tell her that I am about to blow, and she goes into overdrive to ensure that it happens. To this day I don't understand how I was able to control the car. She consumes all of my semen and does not lose a drop. After she completes milking me, she releases my dick from her mouth with a resounding pop as it leaves her lips. She puts my dick back in my underwear and pats it. She sits up, and smiles at me, and says, "Round one".
We arrive at her place a couple of minutes later. I get out of the driver's side door and finish getting myself together. I extend my hand to help her slide out and we go to the front door. I find the door key and unlock the door. We enter and she disables the alarm system. I relock the door and I immediately have both arms filled with a beautiful woman. We are kissing and caressing each other's body. We break the kiss, and she suggests, "Why don't we make a drink and go to her bedroom?"