Hi, I'm Joe. Yes, I am the same Joe that many of you despise. You despise me because I screwed your wife, and if I didn't screw your wife you despise me because I have screwed so many other married women. I might have even destroyed some marriages, but I do not know that for a fact. Maybe you despise me only because you read a previous story about me.
Before you quit reading please let me tell you something. I have reformed!
When I was younger I found that I enjoyed screwing. I also discovered that I didn't have to work very hard to get women to fall into bed with me. I know that sounds conceited, I suppose it is, but it is true. Some women have BCF. What's that? You ask. It's Big Cock Fever. Some women crave big cocks. Some women are just curious about big cocks. The word got out that mine is big. True, there are some bigger than my eight and a half inches. They, however, perhaps were not available to the women that came after me. As a normal red blooded all American horny guy I complied.
Yes, Joe the pussy hound has reformed. I no longer taste the delights of the married women that come around they gym where I work. I quit that when I fell in love.
I fell in love with a woman who, at first, was one of my sexual targets. She became much more to me. I loved her so much that I swore off other women. I loved AJ so much that I married her.
It was one of those frigid cold days in North Dakota when I first met AJ. Irene, my then girlfriend, introduced us. Shortly after we met I had an opportunity to see AJ's panties. I shouldn't admit it, but I have a thing for panties. They get me turned on. More about panties later, OK? AJ turned me on even more. I determined that I was going to fuck AJ. I was an asshole back then. You might think I still am, but please let me try to convince you otherwise. Anyway, AJ was having some marital problems. I took that as being an opportunity to seduce her.
During the next few months I did all those romantic things: flowers, chocolates, and so on. I played on her weaknesses and her loneliness. Mark, her husband, filed for divorce round about the time I first knew AJ. He even left town before the divorce was final. She wanted to make her marriage work, but Mark said he couldn't live with a woman who physically and mentally hurt him the way she apparently did. AJ was left alone, and AJ still needed male companionship, still needed sex.
I finally bagged the prize. It was just two weeks before her divorce was final. I took her while she was vulnerable. I took her because I wanted to put another notch in my bedpost, or so I told myself. I didn't realize it, but during those months leading up to seduction I was falling in love.
AJ cried a Niagara of tears after we fucked. "I cheated. I cheated."
"No, you didn't," I said, "Your marriage is over. It's just a technicality. The divorce is almost final. You didn't really cheat on him."
That did not assuage her guilt. "No, Joe, you don't understand. I accused him of cheating, but he really didn't. I hit him with a frying pan and kicked him out of the house. He later proved he wasn't a cheater. But now I am!"
I held her close to comfort her. I was falling even more in love with this woman to whom faithfulness was important.
Faithfulness was foreign to me for most of my early life. I have reformed though. You still don't believe me do you?
The next day I was at work at Red River Taekwondo and Karate. There was a new group of eight year olds for me to instruct. Respect is always the first instruction. Respect your teachers, respect your parents, respect your friends, and respect your opponents.
"Shit!" I thought to myself. "What kind of guy am I? I teach respect, but do I practice it? Fuck, no. I am a hypocrite."
Respect is something I apparently did not have. I did not respect the institution of marriage. After all, my favorite fuck buddies were married women. I did not respect my own relationships. After all, I did have a steady girlfriend, Irene, when I sought out a fuck with AJ. I apparently did not even respect the woman with whom I was falling in love. After all, I did work on seducing AJ when she was hurting.
I could not ever respect myself. I needed to change. I vowed to change. The change wasn't as sudden and complete as when Saul (later called Paul) was struck with blindness in the Bible, but I like to think it was as sincere.
My first step to reform was to make amends with AJ. I called her.
"AJ, this is Joe."
"What do you want, Joe?"
"I am sorry. I am sorry that I took advantage of you last night. I hope someday you will forgive me."
A burst of sobs came through on the phone. "That's OK, Joe. I needed what you did for me. I need to get over Mark, and you helped."
AJ and I talked for about a hour about this thing and that thing. We came to an agreement that sex between us won't happen again unless it is an expression of love for each other. That's when it dawned on me that I was in love in AJ. I did not yet know that it might be reciprocal.
The next phone call that day was from my girlfriend, Irene. I mean my now ex-girlfriend. She called me a lying cheating bastard. The old Joe in me said, "It's not cheating if you're not married." I wasn't completely the new Joe yet, you know. Anyway, that ended my relationship with Irene.
AJ and I kept in contact. We talked on the phone frequently. We even would meet once in awhile. One day I finally asked her for a real date. We had dinner at Phil Wong's Chinese Restaurant in Fargo. I had sweet and sour pork. She had pepper steak. AJ told me about some of the sillier incidents with fellow employees at Brown Business (no mention of Irene who also worked there), and I told her about how the young mothers of my taekwondo students would hit on me.
"Did you ever take them up on their offers?" She asked with an amusing tone of voice.
I stammered a bit, "Well..."
"Well what?"
"Well, yes, I did yield temptation, but that was before I knew you" I hastily added.
"That's OK, Joe. Your ex-girlfriend told me that she suspected you fooled around with those women."
"Actually, AJ, I pretty much pretty much reserved my thing for Irene while I was dating her. Well, at least until I met you."
The sexual innuendo conversation continued until I remembered that I reformed.
"AJ, I made a promise to you and to myself that I would not have sex without a firm commitment first. I am just about ready for that, but are you? I suspect you need some more time yet before you can let Mark go."
"Joe, I need your loving, but I respect what you are saying. It will be hard, but you're right. Let's wait."
Dear readers, I suppose some of you are disappointed that I did not contribute to your 'stroke' desires by taking AJ home and fucking her brains out that evening -- with graphic descriptions, of course-- but I keep telling you, I have reformed. I have come to realize that making love is just that. It is an expression of love between two people who are in love. Yes, I was in love in AJ, and I refuse to take advantage of her again.
The next date was at a favorite watering hole, the Dirty Bird Lounge across the river in Moorhead, Minnesota. After a couple of beers I asked AJ to dance.
"You know I don't know how to dance," she said.
"We need to do something about that."
Guess what? I signed us up for country dance lessons. For the next six weeks, on Thursdays, we donned our cowboy boots. I should say I put on my cowboy boots. AJ wore a pair of dress shoes with leather soles. Leather, as real dancers know, slides the best on those wooden dance floors. We learned the two-step, the triple-two, country swing, and the waltz. We learned a variety of turns to go along with the steps. True, I did not some dancing before the class, but re-learning it with AJ was a delight.
After dance school graduation I took her back to her house. I walked her up to the front door where she kissed me passionately. "I love you, Joe. I am ready for the next step, if you are."
