By Jay Cameron, as told to me by "Tess"
This is really a strange story. In a strange way, this is how many cheating wives, cuckold men, wife watching stories begin. Me, I'm just the stupid shit that told this woman I would try and do as she wants.
One thing was made perfectly clear and emphasized at the very beginning. She never had a doubt for a single minute she wasn't crazy in love with her husband. He was, from the very beginning, the only thing in her life. But things change.
It's like waking up to rain instead of the sunny day you expected. Unfortunately, when just the one thing you need is not there when you need it, rot begins to set in. This is the kind of rot you need to know how to repair. If you are not given the proper tools to fight it, you run the risk of giving up and letting the rot win. The one person who held the knowledge was seldom there to rebuild and repair. Worse yet, was not able to recognize the rotting situation.
I agreed to never mention any one's real name. So, she became Tess, her sister will be known as Janet, and her husband will forever be referred to as, Tim. Of course, mom is mom, dad is dad, and we can introduce the rest of the cast from the book of suggested baby names as we go along.
Her youth and her lack of understanding about what goes on in the real world sent her life in a tailspin. And sadly, she wasn't given the tools to recognize what was happening to her. You must understand this didn't happen in one day or one week. She suffered through the events in her marriage spanning twenty-five years. These events took over half of her life. One late night she was finally able face up to the reality of her life and her marriage. It was at the flip of a switch she knew she finally had to tell someone what she had done to her family, her dreams and her own self-respect. Notice, if you will, I did not use the word, destruction, or any form of the word to pronounce an end to this story. The reason I tell you this now is because this story is still alive, it's still a growing life that is only now ready to turn a page. What the next chapter will tell us all is yet to be lived and thus, yet to be written.
When I agreed to hear this story, she started talking about events that gave no background. I stopped her and insisted on the very beginning. She agreed, and we also agreed that she would leave nothing out.
According to Tess, the story began when she received her "birds and the bees" talk from her mother. She remembered giggling as she went to her room she shared with her older sister. That's when all hell broke loose. Her sister grabbed her by the arm and flung her into the room. She was trying to whisper, but with her face turning redder and redder with each syllable getting more and more desperate to make her point. She was going to soon reach the shouting stage, and that was something no one wanted.
Janet, who went by the name, JJ, had overheard the conversation and was pissed that her mother would use her, the sister, as an example of what not to do; at least when it came to those birds and bee things. Tess said she vividly remembers how her sister told her all boys were rotten fucking liars. Pointing at her growing belly, she said, "I'm seven months pregnant. Do you see my husband or a boyfriend anywhere? No! you don't, and you won't .... Every guy you go out with will tell you how special you are, how much he loves you, and he wants to prove it to you."
With her fist bouncing up and down in front of Tess's eyes, she took all that bull shit from our mother and put that whole thing in a very simple warning. "If you want to see what it's like to get off? Do it your damn self! Don't you dare let a boy's dick anywhere near your pussy. If you listen to just one thing, I ever tell you, listen to this one thing. Your sister's lifetime of dreams are shot to hell. I won't go to college; I'll be changing diapers. And what decent man in his right mind wants to be married to a woman with a kid that's not his? So, my one bit of advice is ... when you start getting' hot and heavy with a boy, and your pussy is tingling like it's full of kerosene ready to light up your life; remember this. Your so-called boyfriends want just one thing and that is for you to get HIM off. Ninety-nine per cent don't give a shit about you or your needs. So, if you want to calm his fires and not get pregnant like me, then you can do one of two things. You either jack him off or suck him off. You got to keep that dick away from your pussy."
Tess swears that shouting show of love from her sister was never forgotten. It got to the point that Janet even asks her younger sister if she knew how to get herself off. And when she said no, Janet was happy to demonstrate on her own body where the right spots were that make a girl happy.
But all too soon, Janet moved to a nicely remodeled room in the basement for her and her little bundle of joy. Tess admitted she missed having her big sis in the room with her, but with Janet gone, Tess ordered her first big girl toy, and had it mailed to the place she was working. The good times were just beginning.
According to Tess, she was able to get all the way through two-years of college and set her sights on a possible career. She did admit that giving her dates a hand job got kind of tiring. That's when she boldly asks a hunk of a guy if he wanted a blow job. Before she finished her first two years of college, she had increased her popularity to one of the best or worst; it depends on your own personal view. She even bragged to a friend she could tell if her date was vegetarian. But when she could tell by the amount of salt in his cum if had jacked off that night, she knew she had sucked way too many dicks.
With her first, two-year degree in her hands, a part time job as a model (bathing suits and all) she transferred to another school closer to home to finish her education. And incidentally, that hunk that got that first blow job was now her husband; you remember. His name is, Tim. While she is working her ass off as a model and fitness instructor, going to school and generally just trying to keep the roof over her head from leaking, Tim was playing grab-ass with a bunch of guys in what they called "The Sand Box". You got it; he was ass deep in defending our country on the other side of the globe, (depending on your politics the country or the oil wells).
Now let us take a small break here and see how Tess is doing. First, she has now has three jobs. She is going to school, and thankfully she's intelligent enough to keep all of these things nice and tidy. No worries about her husband coming home in a transport seat or in a box. Gee ... these things never crossed her mind, (that was the ONLY thing on her mind). Every night she fights and fights to keep both feet moving in the same direction. She is sending letters and pictures of her in various forms of undress to keep the spirits up of the man that is making all the real sacrifices. Or so she imagined.
During our conversations, Tess repeated over and over again that what Tim was doing was wonderful. He is not only handsome, strong and virile, but a true American Hero.
While working in an office she met several young women near her age or a little younger. On one particular workday she discovered Tim was entertaining the troops, or at least his buddies by sharing the pictures she was sending him to keep his spirits up.
Everyone in the office, or at least those close enough to be called friends, noticed a change in Tess's demeanor. One gal in particular, Mary Jane, invited her friend to have dinner with her. They met at a small diner near both their homes, so they skipped the cab-fare and walked. Dinner was great but just before the waitress asked about desert, Tess broke down crying.
The chance of her getting home before telling of Tim's betrayal to her co-worker (at least that's the way she looked at it), was never going to happen. Mary Jane was not the kind to let sleeping dogs lie. She badgered Tess for her friend's story and when Tess opened up, completely sober, she opened up the entire grueling story from the cutting the wedding cake to his not being home when she was accepted to a four-year University to finish her degree.
She told her co-worker about her family problems, his family problems and how tired she was. That's when she said, "Do you know how tired and depressed I get, pushing a piece of plastic into my pussy, just to get off and keep my sanity? Everyone tells me how wonderful he is, and how brave he is for facing down the Evil Empire. Does anyone tell me how heroic I am? Hell no! I get to bust my ass for this boss and that boss. I didn't even get a bonus this quarter even though I was the top salesperson."
Mary Jane was stunned at what she was hearing. How could she stop the onslaught from the opposite side of the table? Her suggestion was expected, and obvious, because it seemed like our heroine was just getting started. Janet suggested and Tess agreed go someplace and get drunk.
Thirty minutes in a taxi found both women pushing their way through a crowded bar with flashing lights, music that tested the best eardrums, and the smell of sex permeating the air. Now how did Mary Jane know this bar was just a "meat market" for horny guys and gals? Well, you'll have to make up your own mind on that one, but clues are coming.
Both women were stuck on the dancefloor, waiting for a seat to open somewhere. Finally, two stools emptied at the end of the bar. The bartender signaled them over and now they could begin the great "drink-off."
It wasn't much of a race, when you have every single jerk in the room begging for a dance. What else would you expect. Come on folks, one girl is a swimsuit model, and the other is showing enough skin to give a fudge packer a woody.
After a few hours on a Friday night, just about every swinging dick in the place has found a warm place to spend the night. Sadly enough, our friend Tess was getting a little bored and a little turned on by the interest the remaining dateless ass holes, were still making.
