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2018 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author.
Author's Note:
There is little to no sex in this story. It also contains a cheating wife. So you have been warned. If you don't like that type of story move on. Any errors you find, suck it up, what do you expect for free.
Loving Wife: Colleen
How often can you use the same words to tell the woman you love that you love her? Love her so much that there isn't anything, if it is within your power, that you wouldn't do for her. Love her so much that you would kill for her. Love her so much that you would die for her. And if she is the most beautiful woman to have ever paid any attention to you, how do you tell her of her beauty without having the words you say sound hollow? For she was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. For the last 23 years, that's what I did with my wife Colleen.
We were married on May 27th, 1995. It was a Saturday. A lovely spring Saturday. And Colleen looked beautiful. She always looked beautiful. But that day, she looked more radiant than I have ever seen her. We were in love. I fell in love with her the very first time I met her. It was at the Dean's mixer when we were in college. I spotted her across the room. There she stood, a drink in her hand, taking a sip, and looking around the room. Our eyes met. She smiled. I smiled.
I almost ran across the room, ignoring several professors and other students to get to her before anyone else did. She was blushing with embarrassment as I offered her my hand saying hello and introducing myself. Her name was Colleen O'Donnell. She was Irish. She was a redhead. I mean a real flaming Irish redhead. Her cute nose, sprinkled with freckles. Her lips were curved in a smile and were a pale pink. She wore no makeup and yet she was beautiful and sexy without it.
After I introduced myself, I became speechless. Colleen just watched me struggle as I tried to think of something to say. Another guy came up and introduced himself. He was one of the jocks attending the mixer. Colleen to my utter amazement begged his pardon and essentially told him to get lost. My eyes widened in wonder and surprise.
"What?" she asked sipping her drink.
"I don't know what to say," I said.
"Just tell me about yourself. That shouldn't be hard to do, after all, it is you, you will be talking about," giggled Colleen.
"I guess you're right, but I would much rather hear about you."
"You first. Then I'll tell you all about myself," she said taking my free hand and pulling us closer to the wall behind her.
"Well, I'm John McNally, I already told you that. I'm from Chicago. I received a Scholarship here for a project I worked on during High School. I was born, February 1st, 1974, it was a Friday. I am currently a sophomore and I am majoring in mechanical engineering. I will continue on to at least get my masters. Then I will go to work for NASA. I hope. I like... what?"
"Tell me about you. Don't just recite your resume," said Colleen. "Tell me about what you feel about yourself. Tell me how you feel talking to me. Tell me about your mom and dad and any siblings you might have. I can find out about the things you told me by looking you up in the student registry."
I cleared my throat. Took a sip of my drink. Turned around and set it on the table behind me. Turning back, I looked Colleen in the eyes.
"I am very nervous standing here talking to you... or is it at you right now? You make me nervous just to look at you. I am not the most confident man I could be. I have always been a little shy around women, girls. You are so pretty, you look amazing and that makes me extremely nervous. But I wanted to get to know you when I first saw you. My mom is a redhead. My dad is a blond. Both are Irish. God, you are so beautiful," I said gasping.
Colleen giggled and blushed as she watched me. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Thank you. You aren't bad looking yourself. I'm not saying you are beautiful, but you are very handsome and I like your blonde hair. My turn," she said taking another sip of her drink.
"Okay, first, I'm from Glen Ellen, west of Chicago, south of the airport. I was born March 27th, 1974, so it looks like we are the same age. It was a Wednesday. I am majoring in business. I plan on becoming a CEO at some big famous company, like Xerox or IBM. Standing here talking to you... I feel nervous. I feel almost scared. Your eyes are so blue and piercing they almost scare me, thinking you can read my thought. I also am not that confident in myself and know I must become so. My mom is German, my dad is Irish. I did get my dad's red hair. I'm afraid I got my mom's hips. You are very handsome and I would like to get to know you better."
I blushed as she was talking. I cleared my throat.
"Thank you, Colleen," I said. "And your hips look wonderful to me."
Colleen blushed as I looked down at her hips.
"Thank you, John," she replied.
Just then the dinner bell started to ring and it was time for the mixer dinner. I took Colleen's hand and we walked to the huge dining room and found two seats together. There were place cards in front of most of the chairs but there was a group at one end of the table that were just sit anywhere type seats. I was pretty sure I had an assigned seat but didn't what to be separated from Colleen.
I heard my name called by a friend at the other end of the table. Then I heard Colleen's name called from that end also. We both ignored them. Shortly servers started to place salads in front of everyone. Colleen and I ate and talked. She asked me about engineering. She nodded as I answered her questions. We talked about other things but to this day I don't remember what.
After dinner, we were free to go. I asked if she wanted to go out somewhere. She shook her head.
"I just want to go to my dorm room and get out of this getup and these shoes, my feet are killing me. Why don't you tag along? Once I'm in more comfortable clothes we can go get a drink. Maybe play some darts."
"Sounds good to me," I said.
Colleen smiled and took my hand. I shivered at her touch. She led me out of the banquet hall and across the campus to her dormitory. Once in her room, she started to shed her clothes. I turned my back. She giggled.
"You are a gentleman," she said softly.
"I try to be. My father told me I better be or he would wallop me good when I was young. I guess it stuck," I replied rubbing my face with my hands.
"Well turn around, please?" she asked.
I turned and gasped. She was naked and her eyes had a strange look in them. I shook my head, closed my eyes and turned back around.
"John! I want you to look at me. In fact, I want you to come over here and touch me. I have no roommate. I want you naked too."
I gasped. Turning I started to undress. Colleen smiled and came and helped me. We spent the next two hours, just touching and kissing. I wasn't a virgin, but Colleen was pushing me and I just wasn't ready. She said she was a virgin and after our short talk she had decided I was him. The guy she was going to give herself too.
Over the next three years, we were hardly ever apart except when we were in class. I was amazed that I had the most beautiful woman in the world on my arm, in my arms, and in my bed. We both got jobs we liked back in the Chicago area and got married six months later.
There was one sad point in our marriage, no children. We had both been looked at, prodded, and x-rayed. Nothing. All tests came back negative. Nothing wrong with either of us except we couldn't conceive a child. There were nights that Colleen cried herself to sleep as I held her to me, tears running down my face as well.
Other than those times we were both very happy to be together. We had talked about adoption, but we both decided we would really want our own child, not someone else's. We talked about in vitro fertilization, but the tests showed that wouldn't work either. We tried everything to have a child. Nothing worked. And yet we were still happy together.
It was our 24th wedding anniversary. Well, it was the Saturday night after our anniversary which landed on a Wednesday. On Friday we stayed in. Had dinner, watched a little TV and went to bed. Colleen almost raped me that night. Saturday was our party. Her younger sister Maureen had put it together at the local tavern just down the street from our apartment.
All our friends were there. All our relatives had been to dinner on Wednesday, so it was just our friends and a couple of relatives, like Colleen's sisters and my brother and their significant others. The music was playing and people were talking. Then Colleen dragged me to the small dance floor in front of the jukebox. She flowed into my arms and we danced close.
"I love you," she said kissing my neck.
"I love you, too," I said, kissing her neck.
She shivered at the touch of my lips. We danced until the song ended. When I looked around there were several other couples on the floor with us. Colleen took my hand and led me off the dance floor. We had our own table with her sister and Maureen's husband. As I was seating Colleen, a guy asked her to dance. She smiled up at me. I nodded. He took her hand led her out on the dance floor.
I sat, my back to the dancers. Maureen looked at me strangely.
"What?" I asked.
"You don't want to watch your wife dance... with another man?" she asked.
"Why would I want to do that?"
"To make sure he doesn't take advantage."
"Huh?"
"That guy is a horndog. He'll chase anything in a skirt, married or not."
"Well, then I better cut in," I said getting up and heading to the dance floor.
When I spotted them, his hands were on Colleen's ass. I had two problems with that. One, both of his hands were on my wife's ass. Two, she wasn't objecting. When her face came around so she could see me, her eyes got big and she stepped back from the horndog covering her mouth with her hands. I just stood there with my arms crossed. Colleen just stared at me, a look of abject horror on her face. I crooked my forefinger at her. She nodded and came toward me.
Horndog guy grabbed her arm. She winced in pain. I grabbed him by his shirt collar and pulled back, hard. He went down on his back looking up at me. He started to get up.
"Don't," I shouted. "Just who in the hell do you think you are?"
I looked down at him, he had rage and hate in his eyes.
"I'm the guy that's fucking your wife, cuckold," he said sneering at me.
I looked at Colleen, my wife of twenty-four years. She just stood there like a deer caught in the headlights of a fast moving car. As I was looking at her the guy was up and coming at me fast. Colleen's eyes widened. I pushed my left elbow behind me. Horndog ran right into me and my elbow. He was now down for the count. I turned back to Colleen.
"Well?"
"I... shit... honey..." she stuttered.
"So it's true?"
Colleen nodded her eyes cast to the ground.
"I'm so sorry..."
"Yeah, it looked like you were sorry. Don't..." I stopped and just stared at Colleen.
I turned to look at the asshole who had just ruined my life. I knelt down next to him.
"If you ever hurt my wife or even go near her again, I will mess you up. Clear asshole?"
He just looked at me with that smirk on his face. So, I punched him in the smirk. He rolled away and was on his feet, fists up, coming at me. Then Colleen was in front of me.
"Don't you dare you cocksucker," she screamed at him.
He went to hit her and he fell to the floor convulsing. Maureen was behind him, a taser in her hand the wire leads going to the needles in his back.
"Maureen!" Colleen shouted.
Colleen almost went to him but thought better of doing so. She turned to me, tears running down her cheeks. I just shook my head.
"Who is he? And why is here tonight?" I asked.
"I don't want to talk about it here. Let's go home."
"I have a problem with that, being I don't want to be alone with you because of what I might do to you."
"And what would that be?" she asked sarcastically.
"Kill you," I growled softly.
"Oh," she murmured.
"Maureen?" I shouted.
"Yes, John?"
"Would you and Brian come with us so I won't be tempted to harm your sister while we talk?"
"Of course. Brian," Maureen shouted as she turned toward him.
