Author's notes: 1) All sexual activity is done by people over 18. 2) Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. 3) This story is for your entertainment only, not for a Pulitzer. Oh, yes, if a real person is named, it's for the betterment of my little story.
My name is Grant Mason. I am nearing my 45th birthday, and have been divorced for nearly 3 years. It took me just about a year to file, and finalize my divorce from my now ex wife, Denise. It took the previous 6 months to gather all the needed materials to prove what a fucking bitch she had become, after what I thought was a pretty successful 19 year marriage.
A little background, if I may. I work in the accounting department of the world's best software company, headquartered in Redmond, Washington. Yes, I was friendly with both co-founders. And, yes, the late Paul Allen was a regular guy. If having $50 to 75 billion in the bank can qualify you as a regular guy.
On to my story.
As I said, just over 3 and 1/2 years ago, I suspected Denise might be having an affair. Many later than normal "meetings" at the office. Jumping into the shower and dumping her clothes into the hamper as soon as she walked in the door. Cigarette smell on her, when smoking wasn't permitted where she worked, selling high end medical equipment.
We met in college at the University of Montana, in Missoula, where we both grew up. I was a year ahead of her, and we didn't know each other in high school. We met on campus one afternoon, when we nearly ran into each other coming around a corner of one of the buildings. After exchanging a few words, we moved onto the classes we were headed to.
A few days later, she was waiting at that same spot, and when I arrived, she introduced herself as Denise White. Looking her up and down, seeing a short girl, about 5'4" or so and maybe 120, with medium length blond hair, done in a pony tail.
Since I am a little over 6'2" and at that time weighed about 210, I sort of dwarfed her. We wound up having a soft drink, but nothing more. For nearly 3 months this was our routine. We did add a few kisses, but that is all she would allow.
We would talk about our classes, with me an accounting major, and she in elementary education. I was just finishing my Junior year, and she was finishing her Sophomore year.
That summer, I had an internship with Microsoft, as I had taken several advanced IT classes, just in case accounting didn't work out. The internship was for only 6 weeks, and the company supplied me with a little one bedroom apartment, near their growing campus.
I was into my 3rd week, when I got a phone call from Denise, telling me her parents were taking a vacation to Seattle, and could we get together. I was over the moon, since I didn't know a soul in Greater Seattle.
The following week, her parents and family drove to Seattle, for their vacation. Her two younger sisters wanted to see things she had no interest in, leaving Denise bored, so I managed a Friday off, giving us a three day weekend.
Friday afternoon, we went walking in one of Redmond's many fine parks, along Lake Sammamish. We would stop, kiss, and continue walking. Soon, there was more kissing than walking. Sitting on the blanket I brought, we started doing more than kissing. My hands found her bra, and started rubbing the nipples of her very firm B cups. Her sense of modesty took over, sitting up and telling me we shouldn't do this in public.
Gathering up our blanket, we raced back to my truck, and drove as fast as safety would allow to my apartment. Once inside, we began kissing, unbuttoning, kissing, taking off clothes, and before long, we were lying naked on my bed. I had my hands cupping her perfect breasts, rubbing each nipple, as she gently touched my throbbing cock.
Tearing open the condom wrapper, putting it on and easing Denise onto her back, I slowly started past her barrier. Kissing deeply, with my 7 plus inches starting to thrust in and out, we both exploded, within minutes of starting.
"Oh, my God, Grant, oh my God!"
"Denise," is all I could say, rolling off and staring back at the girl I knew I was in love with.
Gently helping her to my tiny bathroom, and leaving her to clean up, I returned to my bed, and waited for her to return. When she returned, we just laid in each others arms, kissing and lightly touching each other.
I looked into her eyes, admiring her lovely smile. All of a sudden, I felt her hand touching my flaccid cock.
"I can't believe how your thing can grow so much, and then shrink back like it is now."
"You keep touching it, and its going to grow, again," I grinned.
And it started growing, with each little touch. Our kisses started again. Me licking her tiny, rock hard nipples, again. Another condom appeared. I moved her into her back, again. Soon we were fucking again, but this time, much, much slower. It also lasted much longer.
Again, we were laying side by side, naked and just touching each other.
"Do you want to try anything else?" I asked. She just nodded. I kissed each breast softly, with my hand touching her very swollen pussy lips. I then moved myself around, for my very first try at oral sex. I had a good idea how it was done, so I moved in and started licking up and down her slit. When I found her hidden gem, I thought she was going to bounce us both off the bed. She actually soaked my entire face, which was buried in between her thighs. While not receiving a "10" from the judges, I did bring about another very loud orgasm, along with a few "Oh shits, and oh fucks!"
She looked me in the eyes, and asked if I would be upset if she didn't return the favor. I told her we had all the time in the world to try different things.
By the time her family was ready for their return trip to Montana, we were starting to think about marriage.
As soon as school started back up, we changed dorm rooms to be closer together. Since this was the first year U of M was trying out co-ed dorms, we were just one floor apart, in the same building. All throughout the school year, we were staying over night in each others room about half the time. We did notice our sexual exploits were starting to cause her grades to slip, while I was on track to graduate, with honors.
In the Spring, I asked her parents for her hand in marriage. Yes, I was old fashioned, as I was taught that was the way it should be done.
As graduation and our wedding fast approached, I got a call from "The Company" offering me a full time job, with all moving expenses paid for.
We set our wedding date, and I quickly accepted their more than generous offer. Our honeymoon would be planned around our move to Western Washington. We did take a long weekend, going there to apartment hunt. Many choices, most of which let us know that my place of employment gave us some benefits, and move in credits.
We made our big move, thinking Denise could finish up her degree at one of several local colleges. As we were settling in, we got the fantastic news that we were going to be parents! Denise had been having difficulties with her "pill" and I guess between changing from one to another, and our constant fucking, sometimes without protection, little Janis Mason was conceived.
One benefit I finally received, was her trying oral sex on me. While she absolutely loved receiving it, she was not overly thrilled giving it. I resigned myself to being satisfied with all the very regular sex we were experiencing.
When Janis was turning 6 months old, we found out our little family was expanding, again. 9 months later, Gary Mason joined our growing family. After his birth, we decided that 2 was enough, and Denise found a pill that not only stopped further pregnancies, also agreed with her.
As time was flying by, our kids were edging closer to middle school, Denise came home from a routine doctor appointment and tells me some news.
"Grant, I was waiting for my appointment, when I struck up a conversation with this man. I thought it was really odd, as this was my yearly OB/Gyn visit."
Turns out he was there, selling the latest medical equipment. As they talked, this guy, Brad Young, asked her if she wanted a part time job.
"What do you think?" she asked. "To be truthful, I'd like the challenge."
"Go in and see what they offer," I replied. "The kids don't need a lot of after school supervision, and you just might enjoy it." Little did I know, just how much.
Yes, she got the job. Part time, to start, and for several years nothing seemed to change. Yes, there were conferences to attend. Some out of town. I started to get suspicious, after one particular conference, when I had trouble getting her on the phone, at night.
