Disclaimer: As you read this story, keep in mind that I try to include something for everyone, and some people are always looking for mistakes. So, if you find any errors, please remember that they are there for a reason.
I've seen a number of stories with this theme so I'm not breaking any new ground here. As usually happens with me, I had an idea (the phone call) and the story grew from there. Not much sex here, but what little there is includes only those 18 or older.
Thank you very much for reading. I appreciate you giving me a little bit of your day.
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I had to go backward in order to go forward.
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It had only been two months since my two-year relationship with Laurie had come to an end. She had dumped me because we weren't moving forward, she said. I couldn't understand what the rush was. I mean, we're only in our mid-20's and things were going great. Why risk messing it up by getting married, right?
Well, she didn't see it that way and handed me my walking papers. I missed her a lot, but frankly for me it reinforced a lot of the feelings I'd been having. I'd spent the last couple of months playing the field and having a grand time, even if it felt a little empty sometimes. I was getting laid about 3 times a week. Granted, Laurie and I used to do it 5-6 times a week so it was a step down, but at least these hook-ups came without strings.
I was alone tonight, sitting in a local sports bar having some wings and beer and watching the first quarter of the Colts and Texans. There was no score and the game had been pretty boring thus far.
"Marky?"
Only one person had ever called me Marky. I looked up into a face I hadn't seen in 5 years.
"Marky, it is you! Oh my GOD!'
She threw herself on to my lap and planted a kiss on me that threatened to suck every last molecule of air out of my lungs. But then she had always been like that.
"Wow, Rayanne, how are you!
"I'm good, and now I'm even better. It's been too long. What're you doing?"
"Nothing. Just grabbing some dinner and watching a crappy football game. You?"
"I was just walking by and saw you. I had to see if it was you. Want to grab some coffee or something?"
"Sure."
We left the sports bar and stopped at Grinders Coffee a couple doors down. Rayanne and I had met in college and I was completely in love with her from the very first. She had long, blonde hair and a nice, tight body. We'd been assigned to the same group on a project during the first semester of our junior year. We had an instant connection, and spent the night of our second group project meeting fucking up a storm, after the others had left, of course. That should have been my first clue.
We fell in love hard and fast. I'd like to say we were inseparable but that's not the reality of college life. We each had other classes and study groups, and I also worked part-time. My folks could handle the expenses okay, but they wanted me to put in a little 'sweat equity' myself. As a result, we were apart as much as we were together.
Sexually, Rayanne was insatiable. I was usually the one that suggested we do something, anything, before just hopping into bed for sex. I didn't want our entire relationship to be built around physical intimacy.
Things were great for almost 2 years, and I was planning my proposal as graduation approached. I was at work one night but was sent home early when one of the machines went down and we had to close while a repair was arranged. I decided to surprise Rayanne with my sudden availability, and isn't that always the way these things happen.
I showed up at her apartment, and on opening the door her roommate, Toni, was immediately on edge. She tried to tell me Rayanne wasn't there but her car was in the parking lot and Rayanne never went anywhere without her car. But even still I had no intention of busting in until I heard the 'Oh God, yes!' from the back of the apartment. Since it was just the two of them that lived there, either that was Rayanne or they were letting some other woman get screwed in their apartment.
I pushed past Toni intent on catching her in the act, but she grabbed my arm and tried to stop me. It was just like her to try and reason with me during a purely emotional moment.
"Mark, she loves you, really. She's just trying some things out before she settles down. You don't want to go in there."
She was right. I didn't WANT to go in there, but I NEEDED to go in there. I kept moving toward the back and Toni reluctantly let go of me. She knew me well enough to know that I wouldn't get violent, unless provoked of course, so made no further effort to stop me, but she had a look of sorrow on her face.
I had been prepared to catch her with a guy. I mean, that much seemed obvious. I was most decidedly not prepared to find her with 2 of them. She was on her hands and knees, with one in her from behind (I would guess in her pussy but couldn't say for sure; she enjoyed both) and one in her mouth. The opening of the door drew their attention and all 3 turned in my direction like cats following a laser pointer.
At first, Rayanne just looked at me in shock. I could almost hear her mind saying 'you're supposed to be at work', but I give her credit for not having actually said it. Having seen everything I needed to see, I turned and walked out. I'm pretty sure I heard 'Marky' as I left but it may have been my imagination, or just wishful thinking.
I felt just terrible. I really thought we had something and to find out that Rayanne was just using me, that I was just another guy she was fucking was a huge blow to my ego. Was I that clueless when it came to reading her? Or had we started out exclusive but she decided I wasn't enough for her. Suddenly I had all of these doubts about myself as a person and as a man, and most certainly as a potential husband.
And the worst part of all was that I still loved her with all my heart.
I couldn't even bring myself to talk to her right now. I was sure she was going to tell me how inadequate I had been so she needed to have sex with someone else. In fact, I'd been such a disappointment that she'd needed two men just to make up for how bad I was.
I somehow made it through the last few weeks of school without my grades tanking. She tried to convince me that she really did love me, and that she was just having a few experiences before we settled down for the rest of our lives. Yeah, that's right, a FEW experiences.
In the interest of complete honesty, she completely tore out whatever shred of dignity and self-esteem I had left by letting me know that she had been fucking around on me for 6 months, but they were all what she considered 'extraordinary opportunities'. Basically, she wanted to experience all of these things in her life and she couldn't do it once she got married. Ergo, she had to do them all, or at least anything she was sure I wouldn't go for, before tying the knot.
Most, but not all, consisted of multiple people at a time. One that didn't was a visit to our local adult book store and one of their glory holes. That one fulfilled her desire for an anonymous sexual encounter. She had no idea who was on the other side of that wall, and thinks there may have been more than one because she didn't think one guy could recover so fast.
You see, after sucking off one guy, and swallowing what he had to offer (though that was common enough for her), another hard dick was through the hole immediately, so she thinks it was a different guy. This one she strapped a condom on to and then backed up against the hole and fucked it until the guy filled the condom. She says she never came but she was glad to have the experience.
In fact, she admitted, the threesome that I walked in on was actually one of the milder of her adventures. She'd also pulled trains, did a gang bang, and even participated in a 6-woman lesbian orgy, even though she had never once expressed an interest in other women to me. She says that one was fun and she was already trying to figure out how to get me to allow another woman into our bed. Oh, for her to play with, not me. She just couldn't handle that, she said.
When all was said and done, she insisted it was out of her system and she was ready to be my loving, faithful wife. Of course, by this time my self-esteem and self-respect was totally shot, as was my trust in her. Even though I knew it was the right thing to do, for many reasons, it was still one of the hardest things I've ever done. I was still struggling with my feelings of self-worth. I fell into a depression that I continued to struggle with regularly.
And now here she is, 5 years later and looking just as beautiful and sexy as she ever did, and suddenly none of that mattered. She had no rings on (I checked) and I was single again. Just seeing her again brought back all of those feelings of love I had felt for her when we met, and I was anxious to find out if she truly was ready to be a faithful wife. It was odd, but the step I couldn't bring myself to take with Laurie was the one I was practically dying to take with Rayanne.
We talked about her job (real estate) and my job (benefits coordinator for a local company) and reminisced about the good times we had together, but it almost seemed like we were avoiding our relationship statuses. I assumed she had spied my ringless finger like I had hers, so maybe we both considered it a non-issue.
