The amber liquid of the bourbon in my glass was a metaphor for my life right now. My once clear, well ordered life is now dark and murky. I swirl the ice around the glass like the thoughts swirling around my mind. How could she do this to me? Why would she do it? Was it something I had done? Was I not man enough? What do I do now?
All these thoughts and more were banging around in my brain! I felt the tears start to flow once more but shut them down quickly. I would cry no longer for that bitch! I had packed most of my things and loaded them in my truck. I needed a little liquid fortification before leaving to confront her. Finishing the last of my Jack Daniels, I take one last look around what was no longer my home. Placing the glass down on the table, I turn and walk out the door.
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How did I get to this point? I guess I should start at the beginning.
My name is Tim Johnson. I am 55 years old. I am 5'11" and weigh around 195 pounds. My best feature is my baby blue eyes, not bad looking but not exceptional either. Cute is the word usually used by women to describe me. I am bald and sport the common shaved head and goatee look. I am in good shape, pretty muscular, though I do have a small spare tire around my middle. Don't most guys my age?
I have been in the delivery field since my college graduation. I worked for a major delivery company for years both as a driver and later in management before starting my own company. My company focused on same day delivery, working closely with the lawyers and judicial system downtown to deliver the copious amounts of legal paperwork they generate. We also deliver for the local stores in the area. With the advent of the electronic age, the business slowed as more paperwork was done online. At that point we got some bigger vehicles to enter the home moving business, trying to stay with local moves unless the price was right. It is a solid business that provides a good income for me but I am not going to get rich doing it.
My wife's name is Pamela, or Pam as I call her. We have been married 33 years. She is also 55 years old, 5'6" tall and weighs around 130 pounds. She works at the local hospital as a nurse. She has shoulder length blonde hair and large beautiful blue eyes. I would say she is pretty, not classically beautiful but has always been the most gorgeous woman in my eyes. She was the love of my life, my best friend, confidante, and my soul mate. I know it sounds cliche but that is how I felt. We were the "home team", always together.
We met in college and had the same circle of friends. We did not date, just hung with the same crowd. I had always been attracted to dark haired, dark skinned, buxom women and Pam was thin, blonde and fair complexioned. She had small breasts but a killer ass that you could bounce quarters off. As we made our way through college, we became closer and were best friends. We talked about everything, helped each other with our relationship problems. Nothing was off limits.
Finally, in our senior year, we realized that the reason our relationships didn't work was because we were meant for each other. We were at a party, and had been drinking but not drunk. I asked her to dance. It was a slow song and her body just seemed to fit mine perfectly as we swayed to the music. She looked up at me and said, "You're the best, why haven't we ever dated?"
I looked down at her and stammered, "Wha...well...becau..." Then I realized, there was no good reason for us not to date! I then tilted my head down and touched my lips to hers. It was like an electrical current flowed between us! It finally crystallized in my pea brain that this was the woman for me. Her taste and smell inflamed my senses.
"Do you wanna get out of here," I asked?
"I thought you would never ask!"
We went back to her place (it was always cleaner!) and left a trail of clothes to her bedroom. We already knew each other so well, there wasn't the awkwardness you normally have with someone new. We kissed long and softly, getting more passionate as we went. I started to kiss her neck, working my way to her small breasts. As I said, I have always been attracted to women with big boobs, but Pam's B cups fit her body perfectly. Her nipples were exquisite though. Long, puffy, and as I found out, vey sensitive. I spent quite some time licking and sucking them as she moaned under me.
Finally I kissed my way down her flat stomach to her pussy. It was covered in a sparse covering of pubic hair. It was darker that the hair on her head, but still light in color and texture. I thought she might trim it but later found out that it was just naturally that way. Her scent was unlike any woman I had known before, I guess I now understood the concept of pheromones. I kissed all around her pussy without touching her labia. She writhed and pleaded with me to lick her. Finally I parted her lips with my tongue, starting at the bottom and licking up to her clit.
"Oh my god," I heard from above my head!
Her taste was like the nectar of the gods to me! I thought I could eat this woman forever. Her juices began to flow as I continued to lick and suck on her lips, avoiding her clit for the moment. I sensed her orgasm approaching as her hips began to buck. I slid one finger in, curling it up to stimulate her g spot. This produced an "Oh fuck!" from Pam.
I then started to lick and suck her clit as her moans increased and her abdominal muscles clenched. I reached up with my other hand and started to gently pinch and squeeze her nipples as her orgasm started.
"Oooooooaaaahhhhhhhh!!"
I held on like a bull rider as Pam bucked and rubbed her pussy on my face, until she fell limply to the bed. I wiped my face and laid next to her, cuddling her as she recovered. She looked at me with love in her eyes and said, "That was unlike anything I have ever experienced, please make love to me now!"
My cock was like a steel rod by then, so I was not going to argue. I knew she was on the pill and neither of us had been with anyone else in a while, so I did not worry about a condom. I positioned myself between her legs and slid my cock in slowly. She felt so hot and wet! I am an average 6" but it was a perfect fit. We seemed to fit together like a lock and a key. We started slow, kissing passionately as I drove my hard cock in and out of her slick tunnel. I would grind the base of my shaft into her still sensitive clit on each downstroke, eliciting a moan every time. My pace increased and Pam lifted her legs, resting her heels on my ass. I held out as long as I could, but as I felt her approaching another climax I let mine go as well. We came together in an explosion of passion and love.
I knew at that moment I was in love and Pam was the one for me! I looked deeply into her eyes and said, "I love you."
She stared back and replied, "I love you too!"
We made love once more that night before falling asleep in each other's arms. When we woke up, there was no awkwardness. We were still best friends, but had taken our relationship to another level. We moved in together when my lease was up three months later. Upon our graduation, we were married and started our life together.
I can't say our marriage was perfect, none are. We had our disagreements, but never anything major. We always lived by the axiom, never go to bed angry. The one exception to our happiness (or mine, at least), was our sex life. Pam was pretty conservative, while I was more wild. I had lost my virginity to an older lady (see my Lovely Linda series) and she had taught me many kinky things. I had enjoyed these kinks with many other women as well before dating Pam.
Our sex life was loving but vanilla. Straight sex, Pam loved for me to give her oral but was not too enthusiastic about performing it on me. We tried anal a couple of times but Pam hated it, so that was off the table. I tried to spank her once but Pam let me know quickly that was not happening either. So we settled into a loving but vanilla sexual existence. She was the love of my life and best friend, our sex was nice and regular, I was okay with it.
After 4 years of marriage, we became the parents of a beautiful girl named Ann. She was the apple of her daddy's eye and a wonderful girl. She grew up lovely like her mother and after college, became an elementary school teacher.
Two years later, we had a son named Scott. He was more of a handful than his sister growing up, but turned out great in the end. He is, thankfully, way more handsome than his dad, after college went into advertising.
Our sex life tapered off considerably after the kids were born and was a source of conflict in our marriage once again. We went from 2-3 times a week down to once every week or two. We had many disagreements about this, but in the end I decided I had three options. Push the issue with Pam and cause more conflict. Go out and find someone else to have sex with. Or take what Pam gave me and make up the slack with my right hand. Neither of the first two were acceptable to me, so I took matters into my own hands to keep the peace.
We went through life for thirty years happy and prosperous. The kids grew into wonderful adults, Pam did well in her job as a nurse and my business prospered on a small but manageable level. We bought a nice 3 bedroom house in a quiet neighborhood and lived the American dream of the normal happy family.
Pam and I were both slim when we got married but had put on some weight as the years went by. I stayed active working in the delivery field and hit the gym when I could. I loved the weight that Pam put on because it made her boobs bigger, which is perfect for a boob guy like me.
