Introduction
If you are expecting a story filled with rapid, gratuitous sex, you will be disappointed with this tale. If you are expecting a story filled with four-letter and “forbidden” words, you will also be disappointed. I have nothing against those types of stories, and I have even written a few of them myself. However, the style of this story is different; it seeks to set a certain mood, which is in keeping with the personalities of the main characters. While sexual situations are described in detail, they play a secondary role to the main theme of the tale. This is a study of one man’s relations with his wife, family and friends. It examines the emotions, which arise from such relationships; love, fear, friendship, jealousy, anger and remorse. It is a tale filled with the sentimentality that distinguishes man from the other creatures of this world.
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They say that the husband is always the last to know, and I guess that holds true for me. I imagine, that after reading this, some people will think I’m as bad as a homicidal maniac, while others might see my actions as being justified. However, I am ashamed of what I have done, and I want to make a full confession. In order to understand my motivation, it is necessary to examine the history of my relationship with my wife and the intense emotions, which that relationship stirred up within me.
With the knowledge of hindsight, it is easy to say that I’d do things differently. I can promise that I will never allow any situation, to build up to a point, where I feel that I have to take matters into my own hands. It’s not that I’m a bad guy, I’m a faithful, loving husband, a good father, I stand by my friends, help my neighbors, and respect my elders.
My name is Roy Wells and my wife’s name is Mattie, we are both thirty-one years old. We have been married for ten years and have two children. Jeff is the eldest child, all of eight years old and a rascal if there ever was one. Amy is our five year old, and it is my personal opinion, that she is the sweetest little girl to grace this planet. Mattie has always insisted that Amy has me wrapped around her little fingers, and I guess that is probably right.
I stand slightly less than six feet tall and weigh one hundred and eighty-two pounds. I keep myself physically fit by jogging in the early morning and working out, at a health club almost every weekday. My hair is brown and my eyes are blue; Mattie has often told me that I am handsome, but I just can’t see it the mirror. Not that I think of myself as ugly—I would describe myself as rugged and friendly looking. The rugged part comes from a nose that was once broken, a token of my amateur boxing days. I learned to bob and weave after getting that nose. I own a consulting business, which Mattie helped me to found and that has been fairly successful over the years.
Mattie is six months younger than I am, stands 5’4” tall, has raven black hair, black eyes that seem to open upon the depths of eternity, and weighs 115 pounds. She has wonderful full hips, a cute round butt, and breasts that I can almost cover with my hands; in other words, she is everything I’ve ever dreamed of in a woman. I have always considered myself to be the luckiest man, on the face of the earth, because she consented to be my wife. She has come through two pregnancies, with an amazingly sexy figure. While she had gained a lot of weight when she was carrying Amy, she worked long and hard to get her back into shape. In fact, she is often mistaken as the identical twin of her sister, who is five years, her junior. We started our business together, but after Jeff was born she dedicated herself to the duties of a full time housewife and mother. She insisted that, until the children were grown, her place was in the home.
I first met Mattie when we were both at college, and it was definitely not love at first sight, on either of our parts. Back in those days, in addition to school, I was an amateur boxer, with my eye on winning the state championship in my weight division. I’d get up before dawn, get my road work in, take a quick shower, go to classes, and then put in a few hours of training at the gym, before getting down to studying. I also had a bit of a reputation as a womanizer.
Mattie, on the other hand, had a reputation of being a no nonsense, straight laced girl. She managed to make it to church services every Sunday and was only known to have had one serious boyfriend, during all the time she had been at the college. The boyfriend had transferred to another school, and Mattie didn’t seem to be in any big hurry to find a replacement.
During our senior year, she was in just about every one of my classes. We had the same major, but we didn’t socialize together. I suppose that if it hadn’t been for our mutual friends’ sick sense of humor, we would never have ever gotten together.
I had just been eliminated from the state boxing championships and was feeling sorry for myself, when a couple of my buddies showed up, telling me to get ready for the world’s best blind date on Saturday night. I usually never went out on a blind date, and I almost told them to forget it. However, I didn’t have any real plans for the weekend, so reluctantly I agreed. I should have known that they were going to set me up with someone who was my exact opposite, but I was wallowing in too much self-pity to be suspicious.
At the same time, Mattie’s friends were telling her it was about time she started dating. They told her that they had found a great guy who was reserved, humble, and a perfect match for her. From what I understand, Mattie’s friends had a hard time convincing her to go. It was only, when her girlfriends told her that they and their boyfriends would be going, and she would be part of a group, that she finally agreed to go.
Saturday night came; I met my friends and their girlfriends (Mattie’s friends) and was led away to meet my blind date. Mattie opened the door in response to my knock. I thought I saw a perplexed look cross her face, one which seemed to suggest, that she wondered what the heck I was doing at her door. I knew then, that my reputation had preceded me.
“Hi, Mattie!” I did my best to smile. “I guess I’m your date.”
“He sure is,” one of the girls laughed. “You two will get along great. Let’s go and have some fun!”
It was about a fifteen minute walk, from Mattie’s room to the off campus club, where we were going. For most of the walk, Mattie and I followed our friends in an awkward silence, which was infrequently punctuated, by even more awkward attempts to speak. Both of us were very uncomfortable. We realized that this date had been set up as a prank. I think we were both fighting down the urge to run screaming into the night.
When we reached the club, all of us sat together as a group. I asked Mattie what she wanted to eat and was surprised when she said a hamburger and a beer. In my preconceived notion about her, I didn’t picture Mattie as a person that would touch anything containing alcohol. After we had eaten we danced a little, talked a little and began to laugh a little. I found myself having fun.
“You know,” I told her as I walked her to her room after our group began to breakup, “I had a great time and I thank you for going out with me. I’d like to take you out again sometime.”
“Well, thank you for taking me out,” she smiled and then winked at me as we reached her room. “As for going out with you again, I’ll give you a definite maybe. Let’s talk more about it next week.”
“Sure,” I grinned figuring she needed some time to develop a good excuse not to go out with me, “I’ll check with you next week.”
When Monday rolled around, I was delightfully surprised, when Mattie came up to me before the start of the first class, and said that if my invitation was still open she’d be glad to go out with me.
“Sure it’s still open,” I replied. “How about this Saturday?”
