All the rules apply, nobody under eighteen, any resemblance to anyone is purely ridiculous, because I made it all up. This is fiction, and people should not try to apply reality to it. It's just a story. As with all my stories, best put your tongue in cheek. I hope you enjoy it, but if you don't, please remain civil in your commentary. If you can do better, please do. Hey, try to have fun with it.
The last of our five kids go to college, and suddenly, my wife and I are alone. I had hoped that we would re-establish the intimacy that we are sorely missing from our relationship. I had high hopes. Three months later, my wife begged me to let her go back to work. Since I own my own business, I ask her what she would like to do.
She declares she doesn't want to work at my company because she and I might get into it... It's my business, and she does not wish to have us argue about it. Plus, we would be spending time together 24/7. I like that idea.
I just see her arguments as bullshit excuses. I want to be with her as much as possible. Her secretarial skills are lacking, but I would see to her education and training. I would take care of my Wendy.
She's behaving like she doesn't want to be with me at all, much less all the time. She seems put upon to spend ANY time with me, like I had the plague or something. Like every ounce of love is gone for good. Who was this woman who looked like her?
So obviously in view of the big argument... She goes out shopping!
I suppose it is cheaper therapy than a shrink, but not by much. I might have to put on an addition to the house for all her fuckin' clothes and shoes. Hey, if shopping for clothes and shoes makes her happy, then who am I to complain? She does have outfits that she's never worn even once. Why go buy more?
Wendy has a lunch date with her old college buddy Bambi. Back in school where we met, Bambi had a nickname - Blowjob Bambi. Want to guess what her major was? Yep, she studied cocksucking. I had met and dated Bambi a half dozen times before I had met my wife. I had fucked Bambi silly, and she lived up to her nickname, bigtime. She and I fucked with abandon and she seemed to come many, many times with me. The sex with her was wild.
Bambi was kind of a sexy slut. She had even allowed me to fuck her in the ass. But with Bambi, there were no real long term relationships, a month being about average tenure. I had dated her for about two months, and she started saying that she loved me. I returned the love statement, but only kinda half-heartedly, because I was very aware she was going to terminate our tryst shortly. She introduced me to my future wife, and sparks flew.
Well, two days later, I found Bambi in a clinch with some strange guy. I got angry and knocked him out. One punch, one black eye, and he took a little nap. Then Bambi lowered the boom. She was so pissed that I had punched out her precious boy toy! She's lucky I didn't kill them both! We were fucking done. She went with the guy to the hospital. So much for true love. More like true slut. She mumbled something about me and Wendy '
On the plus side, I never heard from the cops. I was gonna just plead temporary insanity, hooking up with such a dirty little slut bag. I did head straight to the doctor for gift testing. Thank goodness, thank you Lord, I didn't have any nasty surprises from her petri-dish-pussy. I do have to say, even after all that shit... the bitch was fantastic in bed. Just not relationship material. I suppose Bambi and I were over and done.
Two days later, I met up with my future wife Wendy at the student union, we had coffee and then we had sex an hour later. My god, what a woman! She was so beautiful! And so damn sexy. She must have come ten or twelve times with me! I think I had SIX hard, leg-shaking, heart-stopping orgasms with her. Wendy sucked my cock so many times, I lost count! We became an item instantly. She gave me road head all the time. When I walked into my apartment she was on her knees begging me for her favorite chew toy! The neighbor lady called the cops on us, and my darling Wendy just explained that I was the best she ever had, and she was sorry about her screaming orgasms. My neighbor was quite nice to me after that! Wendy and I became inseparable.
Bambi called me two weeks later, and asked me for forgiveness and to get back together. She said boy toy was just a huge mistake. I suppose she was so busy with the new guy she did not know that I had fallen for her friend. I easily forgave her, but I told her that I was going to marry her friend Wendy...who did become my wife.
Bambi wept on the phone. I don't understand her. Two weeks earlier she wanted me drawn and quartered. Now she realizes that she loves me? I think the other guy must have dumped her, and I am nice and cuddly, so switch back to plan B (me). Only thing is, I've moved on and am no longer a plan. Too late, too bad, so sad.
Wendy and I did have one very bad break-up. My sister Janet came to visit me and she and I went out to lunch. I wanted them to meet each other. I called Wendy several times, no answer. My sister is quite lovely. We had a very nice lunch, not having seen one another for quite some time. We came back to the apartment and we chatted. Again I called Wendy several times and invited her over, or please call me. I was just starting to get a bit concerned, but maybe her phone was off or not charged, who knows?
We were waiting for my girlfriend to arrive. Wendy never showed up. So we went out to eat dinner. We came home, but still no Wendy. My sister slept on my couch and she left early the next morning. We had a tearful goodbye. She caught a nine am flight home.
That evening, no Wendy again. I had to meet with my chemistry Professor so I ran across campus. I caught a glimpse of my honey walking with two big football players going into her dorm. They had their hands all over my girlfriend. I didn't have time to go get into it with her, so I just called her and left a what-the-fuck message on her cell. That evening, no Wendy, so I went to her dorm.
Her roommate told me, "Well Mike, Wendy is now going out with those two jocks you saw." I heard that and I was devastated. She said, "So? What about you and the cute little brunette Wendy saw you with? Who the fuck is she?" Eileen was almost yelling at me. She was livid. Why was Eileen upset with me? She was as emotional as a jilted wife, and she and I had never gone out. How strange.
"Eileen, that cute brunette was my sister Janet come to visit me from home. She was waiting for Wendy to meet her, but she had to catch a plane to get home the next morning. Wendy never showed up, never called. Nothing, just fucking vanished." I explained. I have no idea if Eileen believed me or not. Her eyes got very big when I calmly explained about wanting Wendy to meet my sister. At that point, I gotta say, I did not care if she believed me. I told her the absolute truth. Well, fuck this shit. I left. Obviously, Wendy must have thought that I was cheating on her, and either sought revenge, or maybe just moved on. Damn! That was a quick death to a relationship!
