Disclaimers: Yes, I need an editor. No, I do not want an editor. Yes, there's too many people to keep track of. Yes, it jumps around too much. Yes, it's too short. Yes, it's too long. Yes, it's in the wrong category. Yes, this is stupid shit. And yes, I suck.
I read a story similar to this a while ago and although it was very entertaining, I felt that the ending could have been better so here is my version, hope you enjoy.
Warning there is sex and violence in this story.
I hope that the fact that I skip from first person observations to third party observations isn't too confusing. When I do this, I will mark the transition with a line of dots thus...
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My name is Gary Price, and I was married to Gwen who I thought was to be the love of my life. We married straight out of college mostly because she was pregnant, and we were in love. I majored in Computer science and Business studies Gwen majored in Art, Partying and having a good time and minored in Finance. I have an IQ of 150 with a photographic memory, Gwen is mostly an airhead but could fuck like a train. [Yes, I know I was thinking with my little head, I was young, and a man so sue me]
Our first child was William followed a year later by Sarah, so Gwen became a stay-at-home mom, and I went to work for the government as a systems analyst with the NSA. I came to the attention of my superiors; as a better than average analyst and promotion followed, I wasn't allowed to talk about my work even to Gwen.
Our sex life was great Gwen was enthusiastic and would try almost anything I suggested, but swallowing or anal were a no, no those acts were for hookers or deviants only. The first time I asked she cut me off for a week, I didn't ask again. When the children went to school Gwen said that she would like to go to work and help with the finances. I agreed because no matter how hard I tried she never seemed to be satisfied with what we had. Our mortgage ate most of my income she just had to have a house with a pool and four bedrooms in an up-and-coming part of town. So, she went to work for an accountants firm as an assistant accountant [dogs body] the money wasn't bad, and I looked forward to the extra income she generated. The first months check went to pay the down payment for her new car leaving almost nothing for our shared bills. When I confronted her, she said she deserved a little something for all her hard work. [I was driving an eight-year-old truck]
When I asked her why her pay check was paid into her personal account and not into our joint account she went ballistic saying she earned it so it should be paid to her. [two could play this game] I went to the bank and closed the joint account, cancelled the credit cards, and had my pay check paid into my personal account. That evening she went to fill up her new car but when her joint debit card and credit card were refused, she had to pay for it herself. When she got home, we had a massive row, and she didn't talk to me for the rest of the week.
Things quietened down over the next few weeks and seemed to return to normal, but I sensed we were drifting apart. When Gwen got home that night, I said we should talk. After the kids went to bed we sat down opposite each other, Gwen looked frightened and a little tearful, so I began.
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''Gwen, I know things are a little strained between us and we need to clear the air. You are spending above our budget on things we don't need your expensive car for instance it has to stop.''
''You mean you don't want a divorce this is just about money, I thought you had found someone else.'' [And she burst into tears and threw herself at me almost knocking me off my chair]
''Gwen, I don't know how you could say such a thing you know how much I love you there could never be anyone else I love only you, but your spending has to stop.''
''Ok honey I guess I got carried away it's just that all my friends are so much better off, and I can't keep up.''
''friendship isn't supposed to be a competition and if it is perhaps, you need some new friends.''
''Look honey I like my friends and intend to keep them, but I promise to cut down is that ok?''
''Providing you do we won't have to have this conversation again we are good.''
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That night she tried to fuck my brains out and nearly succeeded.
Over the next few months, she kept her promise and paid all her own car expenses and even put some of the household shopping on her debit card.
At work our department supervisor had a heart attack and I had been filling in for him for the past six months. I was called into the director's office and told that he would not be coming back as hid heart condition was long term. And would I consider taking his place permanently, this was a big promotion and carried a substantial increase in pay. I of course jumped at the chance and was delighted that they back paid me from when I originally took on the job it also came with a one of bonus for stepping up.
Our financial future was assured I could relax a bit, we needed to celebrate. I told Gwen after dinner, and we decided to take a holiday later that year. We cleared out time off with our HR departments and made plans. After looking at what seemed to be hundreds of brochures, we decided on a two-week vacation on one of the Caman islands. The day before our departure we stayed at Gwen's parents' house where we would leave the kids. The next morning her dad dropped us at the airport, the only fly in the ointment was that I had a report that needed finishing. Gwen was not pleased it would take up most of the first two days.
We arrived at the hotel and were shown to our suit [Just one room with a bed and a walk-in shower and bathroom] it was small but who cared we would be out most of the time and only sleep there. We ate dinner at the hotel restaurant and went for a walk along the see front like two teenage lovers. That night we made slow passionate love and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning after breakfast we returned to out room and I opened my laptop to start work, Gwen said she was going down to the pool to sunbathe and left shortly afterward agreeing to meet for lunch. I worked for about two hours and decided to take a break, I opened a bottle of beer and went onto the landing. As I looked down, I realised I was looking at the pool and there was my wife lying on a sunbed talking to an older couple who had sat down next to her. She opened her sun tan oil and the woman she was talking to said something to her husband who nodded, and Gwen gave him the oil and he proceeded to rub it onto her back. I felt a little jealous but decided that as his wife was there, there was no reason to be. He rubbed the oil on to her back and Gwen reached round and unclasped her top to give him better access. I was immediately pissed and tore out of our room to go to the pool area but when I got there Gwen was on her own.
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''Hi baby, decided to leave your report for a break?''
''Yeh babe who were those people you were talking to.''
''Oh, nobody really, just an older couple on vacation James and his wife Mary they have a suit in the next-door hotel and the two hotel's share the pool.''
