I'm not going to say I didn't enjoy it, I did. More than I thought I would. I'm not going to say I was hurt by it, far from it. It was partly my doing. What I will say is that it's done now, shit happens, I moved on.
Yes, I'm talking about infidelity. I'm talking about seeing my wife fuck another man. I'm talking about watching as someone else takes her places I never did. I'm also talking about how I made it happen, and used it.
We married at the age of nineteen. I was madly in love with her. Or at least in lust. What does a teen know about love? She was hot, sexy, and loved to fuck. I was horny, lonely, and well off.
Having lost my parents at an early age, I lived with my grandma. I had collected a fair amount of insurance from my parents accidental death, then grandma died and left me everything she had as well. Grandma paid all my living expenses, so the insurance just sat in the bank and grew. I didn't bother with college, because my parents owned a liquor store. I only needed to know how to keep the books, and order the booze. I had been doing that since I was ten. The profits from the store also grew in the bank. Let's just say I would never have to work.
I had taken care of my Grandma at the end, and didn't socialize much during that time. Then I met Sue. Hot as molten lava Sue.
It was the day after Grandma's funeral. I was in a diner. You know the kind, good breakfast, bad dinners, large portions, low cost. I must have looked the way I felt. Gloomy.
"Looks like someone could use a friend." Were her first words to me.
I glanced up at the waitress with the big tits and sky blue eyes.
"Uh.. Yeah I guess so. Kinda hard to find these days though." I answered.
She took my order of the house special breakfast, pancakes, eggs, sausage, hash brown potatoes, biscuits, juice and coffee, and disappeared.
When she returned with my coffee, she said "I'm a good listener if you need one." I did, but I said "Thanks, maybe another time."
Another time came at lunch. I couldn't stop thinking about those blue eyes. At lunch I found out she was off work after the lunch rush. So I stuck around and ask her out.
The rest, as they say, is history. We dated a few months then married. I have to admit that fucking her after the first date probably influenced my thought process. The fact that she is a helion in bed, definitely clouded my brain. I had been with a few girls, but none did the things she did. None turned me inside out fucking me. None gave the kind of blow job that makes you feel like your head was going to explode. She did.
It will come as no surprise that she was pregnant within a couple of months. I was delighted. I had no siblings or other relatives. Finally I had a family.
When my son was born we named him Malcolm, after my father. That was the first clue I took note of. There were others, I just didn't put it together. You see Malcolm had a rather large endowment for his age. I even overheard the nurses talking about it. "Did you see that boy's equipment? He's going to make some woman very happy." Suddenly they looked at me differently as well.
