A little different, which you've come to expect from me.
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Bob Seger: "I wish I didn't know now, what I didn't know then."
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Danielle and I met shortly after graduating from college. It was a whirlwind romance and six months later we married. That was thirty two years ago. Both of us turned fifty four earlier this year. We have two children, Chelsea and Christina. Both are married with husbands we like. Although we have no grandchildren yet, the rumor mill is suggesting that our daughters are seriously considering starting families.
Although I feel that Danielle is my soulmate, our sex life has always been vanilla at best. She fakes her orgasms. Several years ago she bought an oversized dildo which she uses to masturbate with when I'm on the road. I've made some noise about both of those issues, but to no avail. Since sex is just part of our relationship, I haven't made a big deal out of it. She makes sure I get my orgasm. Oral isn't really part of our foreplay. Anal, yeah right, touch there and get a night or a week without.
In college, I enjoyed plenty of oral sex as my girlfriend at the time wanted to remain a virgin until she married. She made love to my cock with her mouth. Even that wasn't enough to get us up to the alter. We split during the summer break before my senior year. Once I met Danielle, I realized that I had never really experienced love.
Zach is my name, and my life was sailing through clear waters when I encountered something I wasn't prepared to handle. Even now that it is in the past, I'm not sure I handled it correctly. Somehow I suspect that no matter how I handled it I'd always be second guessing myself.
It was six months ago when turmoil ruled my life. Let me take you back to that day.
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I'm a corporate financial officer with a strong background in accounting. Danielle hasn't worked for a living since our first daughter was born. She is much busier than I am. How she squeezes all of her appointments into each week is in itself impressive.
Danielle has her social clubs. She belongs to a book club. She plays cards twice a month. One is a bridge club, and the other plays Pinochle. To make matters worse, she is very active in local politics. I've seen her on cable television, speaking to the city council, more times than I can count. She works out three times a week with a personal trainer, Lauren, who lives down the street from us. We met Lauren's family at one of those neighborhood garage sales.
With all of those groups and activities, I wasn't surprised when I had to park four houses away one night. Entering my home I heard the laughter and talking of a gaggle of women. It was difficult to move around. Racking my brain, I couldn't remember Danielle warning me of this party. Grin and nod I guess.
The women were treating me like I was the evening's entertainment.
'Ladies look! The stripper has arrived!'
As I'm your typical male pattern baldness poster boy, they weren't fooling me. There were whistles and chants of 'Take it off'
I waved no at them as I headed for the kitchen. That brought chants of 'cluck cluck cluck.'
"Zach, there you are. You're late tonight."
"Well, negotiations were so close that we decided to knock out the last few items. Nicely attended tonight."
"Not really. I ordered enough food for thirty and I don't think we are there yet. You better grab yourself a plate before your presence is no longer allowed. Let me rephrase that, unless you want to be their stripper entertainment."
There were enough bottles of booze on the counter to impress the local pub. I could see several odd colored mixers for those foo-foo drinks that make the alcohol go down easier than it should. A lady I hadn't met, who had already consumed a little too much, clung to my arm.
"Danielle, you'll have to properly introduce me to this hunk."
As Danielle pried her off of me, I bid my farewell "I'm out of here. When is it safe to return?"
"Midnight. Love you."
Kissing her lightly on the lips "Love you too."
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There were still a few cars remaining when I cracked the front door open. My access to the garage was blocked by a SUV which didn't belong in the driveway. The music was still playing somewhat softly in the front room. We don't have a sophisticated sound system, we just change the channel on cable to one of the music channels.
Too many lights were on so it was easy to spot Danielle. She was slumped in her favorite chair staring at the ceiling. A lady, who had face planted into the sofa, was definitely out for the count. Another lady was curled up in my recliner. She was a whiter shade of pale. The smell of booze was still quite strong.
Danielle cocked her head towards me and slurred her speech "Hi Zach. I sink I'm dunk, dwunk, dur-unk."
"I think you are too. Fun night?"
"Yeah, maybe too much fun" was kind of what it sounded like.
I helped Danielle stagger to our bedroom and rolled her into the middle of the bed. She can sleep it off in her clothes. There was a body sprawled across the bed in one of the spare bedrooms. The other bedroom was empty.
Locating some blankets, I went around and covered up the drunks.
Finding the thirteen gallon trash sacks, under the sink, they started attracting trash. As I worked my way around the kitchen, dining room, and living room, I filled the trash sacks with paper plates, cups, and empty beer bottles. Scattered amongst the trash, were little wadded up pink sheets. The pre-printed five by seven pieces of paper had a heading:
'Bucket List - Things that I AM going to do before I die!!'
Below that were three sections: 'Things I'm going to enjoy:', 'Places I'm going to see:', and finally 'eXXXtracurricular activities:'
The one in my hand was blank, but I flattened a few of the discarded ones. I enjoyed reading them. Things like move to Hawaii, see the Pope, take a helicopter ride, and learn to ski. The places to visit were Rome, London, New York City, and a few cities whose names I didn't recognize. The XXX part was blank on one, make love under the stars in the back yard, go to a nudist resort, and go commando shopping for shoes, and the list goes on and on. All told, pretty tame.
Most made me smile. I was just about finished when I saw what might be Danielle's bucket list. Danielle is a list person. She makes lists every day, since it helps her get things done. I don't fault her for doing that, quite the contrary, I wish I was that organized. When Danielle's list is finished, she folds it in half, and then in half again before disposing it.
I saw a piece of paper between the cushions in Danielle's chair. The same chair I found her in a few minutes ago. It was twice folded. Unfolding it, I read the first section.
'Enjoy my grandchildren. Get busy Chelsea and Christina!' and 'Move to the cabin.'
