April and I were married for twenty-five years. We'd had a lot of good years and a few not-so-good ones.
April and I began dating just after high school. We didn't go to the same high school but met at her girlfriend's graduation party. She played hard to get but before the evening was over, she agreed to go on a date with me. We were affectionate from the beginning but didn't have sex for over three months.
One evening, she was baby-sitting for my sister and I went over to be with her. After she put the kids to bed we got to necking and before long I had her blouse unbuttoned and was massaging her large breasts through her bra. After awhile, I undid the clasp on her bra and starting kissing her bare breasts. One thing lead to another and I undid her jeans and removed mine.
We stared at each other for a few seconds and she reminded me she was a virgin. I was technically still a virgin, also, though I did feel up a lot of girls and had oral sex but never had intercourse. April got up to get a couple of towels and put them on the couch. I started kissing her breasts and down her belly. I slowly pushed my cock into her.
She winced but said everything was ok and I kept a slow in and out motion. It felt so good. I told April I wouldn't last long and came hard in her. I asked her if she had an orgasm and she said she did. I got off of her and used a couple of tissues to clean off my cock. She wasn't lying, she had been a virgin.
April got up and ran to the bathroom to clean up. When she returned, she asked me if I still loved her? I told her I did even more than before and that she was my woman. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her as my wife.
Life went on and we had sex whenever we had a chance. I went to college during the day and worked my job in the afternoon. April worked for my sister at her party store. I worked there on weekends, too.
A few months went by and April told me she was pregnant. I knew better than to ask her if it was mine. She said the only person she told was my sister and that she had gone to see the doctor who confirmed it. She asked me what should we do? I loved April but I wasn't ready to get married or be a dad. However, my parents always taught me to do what was right so I told April we would get married.
She told me not to marry her because she was pregnant; she could manage on her own. I told her I was marrying her because I loved her but the baby brought the marriage on sooner than expected. I told my parents about the pregnancy and needless to say they weren't very happy. My dad told me I was pussy whipped and that he thought I was smarter than that and of course, 'Why didn't you wear a condom'. I told them we were going to get married the following month. They did tell me that they would help us as much as possible, because it was the right thing to do.
We went to a judge and got married. My mom and dad were witnesses along with my other sister and her husband. We went back to my older sister's store and were greeted by friends. My parents took our family out for dinner. Afterwards April and I went to a motel for the night. We never had time for a honeymoon nor did we have the finances.
I worked at my sister's store the following day and April and my sister went looking for an apartment for us. They found a really cheap one about six blocks from the store. It was within walking distance. We started moving our things in the next day. I took a day off school to help move things in. We didn't have much besides our personal items. We got gifts and a lot of used household furniture and stuff from family.
Our apartment consisted of one room with a Murphy bed (it folds down from the closet) and it had an inset kitchen with a small stove and refrigerator. It wasn't much but it was ours.
At the end of the semester, I quit college. I just couldn't keep up with two jobs and college. After a few months we moved into my parent's old house. The state bought the house and gave my parents six months to vacate it. They didn't live there for the last few months. My aunt was renting it. Since it was a duplex, April and I used the upstairs rent free.
One day April called me at work and I rushed home to take her to the hospital. Our daughter was born a few hours later. My wife chased me out of the delivery room. I was actually kind of glad. She called me every name in the book. I had to go throw up, this was all new to me and more than I could handle. My wife calmed down and I went back in to see my baby girl, I couldn't help but cry, it was so emotional seeing the new life we had created.
April had stopped working and I worked a lot of overtime whenever I could. Life was actually pretty good. We visited with many relatives and friends who were all coming over to see the baby.
I forgot to mention that April's dad had died before I met her and her mom was in a mental institution. We would go and visit her a few times a year. She eventually was placed in a senior citizens home. We visited her and took her places many times until her passing many years later.
When our baby Jessica was four months old April got pregnant again, She was on the pill so I guess she was one of those one in a thousand to get pregnant while on the pill. She wanted to kill me but there wasn't much I could do. She went through the pregnancy and we had another sweet little girl who came over a month early. It was so sad seeing our little baby in an incubator. April was allowed to come home but went back every day to be with our baby.
It was a joyous day when we could bring home our little girl. April was one great mother. I couldn't believe that four months later April was pregnant with our third child. It would be a boy. April said if I ever wanted to have sex again I would have to get a vasectomy. Needless to say, I had the vasectomy. I had to wear condoms for the next couple of weeks when we resumed sex after our third baby was born, until my semen test was sperm free.
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Now there is something very important I need to talk about. I was only nineteen when we got married. In some ways, still immature, I had a tendency to flirt with other girls. I kissed a couple and even felt a couple off but didn't have sex with them. I knew it was wrong but I was young and dumb.
I use to go out with the guys and flirt around. At the time I didn't think much about it. April went out with her girlfriends now and then and sometimes with my sisters. I trusted her.
Anyway, it was during the holiday season and I kissed her girlfriend and April saw, it. She asked her girlfriend to leave and never come back. She called me every name in the book. I told her it was just a holiday kiss, no big thing, but she thought it was. She hardly talked to me for the next two weeks.
