Author’s notes: Here is my first foray into the Loving Wives section. I hope you enjoy my attempt. Please remember this is a copywrited piece of adult fiction and all legal disclaimers apply. I got the idea for this by walking through my living room while my wife was watching one of her shows. I saw the woman and instantly thought, “What a ball busting Bitch!” I’ve been under some stress and this is the story that came out of all that. Please take a second to vote, or a few moments to comment or leave me some feedback.
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Have you ever wanted to be on one of those stupid cable shows? You know, Fix my House, Crash my Yard, or Housing Hunters? Well, my once future and never to be wife, signed us up for one. Actually, she signed herself up. But still, I got dragooned in for the ride. It was my biggest and last mistake with that bitch. I just thank God Almighty that it happened before I fucked up my life and said I do!
I guess I should step back a little bit and let you know why I’m so fucking pissed about all this. My therapist told me I might be able to move on and try and trust another woman if I do. Since I’m not homosexual and won’t ever pay for sex, I have to try something before my balls either explode or shrivel up from lack of use.
So, here is a quick history lesson about Thomas D. Striker Jr. I was born, raised and live a middle class life. I followed my father’s footsteps and joined the Marines (Semper-Fi!) when the call to arms came. I did my time in hell and was lucky enough to walk out of there still intact. I’ve seen, done, and live with shit no human should ever have to do to another. I don’t care what fucking religion you believe in. I guess you can say I’m lucky; all my scars are on the inside.
That leads me up to my time in the hospital, my shrink, and the fact that I’m stuck between my anger and bad dreams. I love my family, but I can’t go back there. I was there for a visit, when a smart ass relative thought it would be funny to scare the shit out of me with some fire crackers. My dad and a few others were lucky enough to pull me off Cousin Jimmy before I killed the little prick. It’s not my fucking fault he can’t talk now. At least he’s alive. Maybe he’ll think before he acts next time.
Anyway, after a six month stint in the Rubber Ramada, I decided to go where I might find some pleasant memories. So, I ended up back in my college town. You know the place I bombed out of school, but aced in partying. I went to work as a parts driver, while I took a few classes in computer technologies.
You see, I had this killer idea about an online business. I just needed to figure out the ins and outs of computers and earn a little bit of capital before I took the big dive into being self employed. My anger management was working and I was down to bi-monthly visits to my shrink. All in all, it was the perfect time to meet someone that might have some of the same moral values. Someone who knows what the words fidelity, monogamy, and honesty mean. This is the part when I meet Laverne.
Besides having a goofy name, Laverne is a wet dream come to life. Five eight, one ten, hazel eyes, Chesnutt hair; and legs that make a perfect ass of themselves. Her tits weren’t huge, but not small either. Her face could and did make most guys do a double take and run into trees. It was funny actually to watch. When we met, she wasn’t an Ice Princess, but had the ‘Fuck Off’ vibe about her with most guys.
I later found out that the King to her Queen was a serial cheater and got two of her close friends pregnant at the same time. Can you say man trust issues? I figured she might be one of the ones who knew the meaning of the words close to my heart.
Lucky for me, well I thought it was lucky for me at the time. I was assigned a group project with her and a couple of other students. It ended up being mainly us since Goth dude and Militant gay chick couldn’t say five words to each other before getting into a fight. They split after Laverne told them.
“Why don’t you two just go bump uglies so we can get our project done.” She didn’t stop there. “It’s totally obvious you want to and I’m not getting a shitty grade because you’ve got the trots for each other.” She waved them off as they stormed out of the diner we were using for study group.
“That went well.” I laughed.
“Starved for attention is what they are.” She rolled her eyes.
“Or pissed because you get more attention being yourself than they can being drama queens.” I shrugged chuckling.
No, we didn’t start making googly faces at each other and run to the closest bed. What we did was talk and made a solid A on our project. I thought we started our relationship on a solid foundation of mutual respect and healthy adult desires.
Have you ever heard the phrase, ‘Make speed slowly’? Well it is a tacit that can be very effective when used correctly. I let her set the pace. Maybe that was wrong, but I didn’t hide the fact that I was into her, if she was into me. If not, then I’d go about my day and look for someone else to share my life with.
The first time she made any significant physical contact with me was after she saw one of my other female friends hug me as I was going to my car. Julie, the other girl, was fun and a bit of a slut, but in a nice way. She wasn’t into serious relationships because she was having too much fun trying on whoever caught her eye for size, shape, and staying power. I will tell you her tits were real and they felt fabulous pressed against you.
The next time I was with Laverne, she reached and twined her hands with mine. Of course, she made sure it was right in front of Julie. Julie just laughed and bounced her tits next to the flavor of the month. After that, Lavern always sat next to me, putting her hand on me if a woman was within twenty feet of us. I guess she was marking her territory.
So, that went on for a month while I went home and tried to jerk off enough not to have a constant woody in her presence. Not that it worked, but I did find out that Udder Butter was great for chaffed dicks as well at sore nipples on pregnant women.
Now, don’t get me wrong. Once the damn had been opened, I was right there. Sure I’d let her make the first move, but I was right there moving with her. I made sure she knew I was aroused, but didn’t think I had to rub my dick on her every time we were together. Then things started to really change.
We were at a decent club, getting slightly toasted, when she opened the door even further. “Are you ever going to kiss me and make my toes curl?” She asked me with a look in her eyes that challenged me. It was all I needed. I didn’t say a word before I swooped down and let her have it. By the time I was done, we were both breathing hard.
“Oh my god…!” She breathed into my neck. Since she could still talk, I went in for another run.
I held her face softly and slowly kissed her as her lips softened against mine. I waited until they parted on their own before taking it deeper. I rubbed her arms and back, not going into uncharted territory. Did you know the small of a woman’s back is an erogenous zone? I know hers was, because every time I touched it she’d moan into my mouth. I could feel her high beams searing into my chest and her heat radiating next to my very hard member. I let her pull back as spots started dancing before my eyes.
“Who taught you to kiss like that?” She was panting.
