I would like to thank my editor HopelesslyAddicted, and my sounding board, you know who you are. And all mistakes are wholly owned and cherished by the author. There are no winners in this story. As in life that sometimes happens.
How to start, how do you write about the worse experience of your life? I guess I will have to start at the beginning and work myself to the present. First, I would like to state things did not turn out as I intended them. And I did not foresee the outcome that took place. I don't know if I could have done much of anything differently. I certainly would not have sent the letter had I known.
My name is Sara Bonecker. I am married to a wonderful man whom I know with every fiber of my being, loves me. More importantly, he respects me. Moreover, it is respect or the lack there of that brought about the dissolution of my first marriage. It is the events of my first marriage I wish to write about. Maybe putting detail into words about it will ease the burden of sorrow.
I, like most of my friends, attended university for four years. I graduated with a degree in finance. Yes, I am a banker. In these troubling times, the rest of America does not view to us too kindly. I'm sure you watch on CNN, all the fat bonuses that have been given out by banks, paid for with taxpayer money. I am not that high up the ladder so I haven't seen any of that. I'm a corporate banker. I keep my eye on Wall Street but my clients are not the big players. I deal in loans for payrolls, that sort of thing.
My first husband I met in university. He was studying for an Engineering degree. A Mechanical Engineering degree and that is all I really understand about that. Ben was the most handsome man I had ever seen. People talk about Adonis well I married Adonis. I became Mrs. Ben Dover. It was the happiest day of my life when he proposed.
Things were going to be tough. We had just graduated and we had massive student debts. We moved to New York City as the job opportunities I calculated to be the best there. Ben soon had a job with a Construction firm working on international construction projects. I took a mid level job at Bank of America. The first three years we lived in a small apartment and began to pay on our student debt. We were making good money so we managed to have fun along the way. Life was good.
In our fourth year of marriage, Ben said it was time for us to look at starting a family. He had come from a large family and so he wanted to get started on one soon after we were married. We ended up postponing our start until we had our debts under control. I argued it would curtail my career with the bank. Ben said he would take as much maternity leave as was needed and I could return to work as soon as possible. I said our apartment was not big enough for a family of three. Therefore, we went looking for a house.
When Ben and I would make love, we often talked dirty to one another and we would act out situations that would give us a thrill. My fantasies are tame and some would say lame. I wanted spontaneous sex. I wanted Ben to take me without asking. I loved it when he would sneak around the house, catch me in a compromising position, and have his way with me. Ben's fantasies lead to our demise.
Just after moving into our new house, Ben observed me looking intently at a man in a clothing store. "Are you hot for him Sara?" I was startled.
"Ben you know I only have eyes for you. Doesn't he look a lot like you?" I asked.
"Now that you mention it he does. What were you thinking about as you looked at him?"
Ben seemed to be pressing this line of thought. I did not know where he was going with it.
"Obviously he looks like you so I was wondering if he might be a cousin as I know all your brothers. Is he a cousin of yours?"
"No, first time I have ever seen him honey. Why would you think he was a cousin?"
"Just look at him Ben, he is tall like you. He has dirty blond wavy hair just like you. He is slim in the waist with broad shoulders and he has big hands just like you. Don't you see the resemblance in his facial features? And those eyes of crystal blue just like yours. He could almost be your twin Ben." Ben just smiled; I had never seen such a display before this enigmatic smile on his face.
I was not to find out then either as when we looked the man was gone and Ben and I went about our shopping.
We had this new house and it was a fixer upper. We had bought within our budget and it was a good thing we did. We had been in debt for too long to want to strap ourselves with even more. I loved the house and it was ours. I again had cause to look at my life and feel that everything was going great.
Ben and I made a list of all the repairs we thought we needed around the house. Painting the trim on the outside of the house was my first project. Make it look good on the outside while making it livable on the inside. Ben's first project was the kitchen. Paint, countertops and cabinets, were all in need of repair. His project was going to cost us more than mine did. I also took to looking after the yard and the garden. I am amazed at the amount of money you can save if you grow your vegetables. It would take three months to fix the kitchen and make the outside look presentable.
During this time, our life in the bedroom changed. Ben would initiate love making by changing his voice and his mannerisms. One day he would speak with a southern drawl and the next it would be with a Spanish accent. He seemed more vigorous during these exchanges. I was benefiting with some of the best orgasms of my life.
One day I was in the bathroom and I realized it was the next big project. Shower and sink, I think I wanted a tile floor. I was measuring the baseboards when Ben found me. In a thick Spanish accent, he said to me, "Ah I see you are waiting for a real man to come along." Before I knew what was going on he was fondling me and I was getting hot. Ben took me right there on the bathroom floor. The whole time he was talking dirty in Spanish to me. I don't speak Spanish but I had to say whatever possessed my husband was sure taking me for a ride. He torn my shorts off but left on my silk panties. He started slowly licking at my quim and the mixture of pressure and the silk drove me to a quick orgasm. Once I have my first Ben usually wants to fuck me, this was not the case today. Holding me down with his powerful hands, Ben continued to drive his tongue across my clit. Then he pulled my panties to the side and started on my puffy pussy lips. I learned a long time ago where my g-spot is. Ben found it on his first try. He has this way of curling his tongue and brushing softly to the roof of my pussy. I am lucky I guess, as my g-spot is right there just inside my entrance the distance of an inch or so. Ben lightly sways his tongue over my spot. My head is moving involuntarily by now. I have no control over my legs and my stomach is doing summersaults. My toes are so curled I think they are going to break. The combined feeling is one of flying, floating and dying all at the same time. Ben is relentless and I squirt all over his face I am drained and senseless.
Sometime later Ben is driving himself into me. He is not making love to me now he is fucking me. His cock is driving my spot as he makes these short fast thrusts into my pussy. After no more than ten of these, I go into a continuous squirting frenzy. Screaming in ecstasy until I am hoarse, my body is not my own any more. Ben has taken it, possessed it. I am but a toy for his amusement and I love it when I am conscious of my surroundings.
Staying conscious is hard work as I pass from moment to moment. Then Ben takes pity on me. His thrusts go deeper and the angle takes the pressure off my spot. He is going like an animal, but still he is showing his control and skill. Each thrust just barely hitting my cervix. Just enough force to tell my body he is as deep as he should go and not enough force to hurt me. God I love this man. And then finally, Ben rears back snarling what I can only assume is invective in Spanish. His cock wonderfully expands and I can feel his seed being unleashed into the deepest parts of me. I pass out for a time. I find myself, when I wake lying on our bed, I still don't have much control over my legs. Ben is grinning at me.
"Water!" Is my only word, I am dehydrated from all my moaning and screaming. My pussy has that delightful contented ache of having just been fucked. My clit is still too sensitive to touch. I look at the clock; we had been in there for over an hour.
