After reading some of these stories, it is obvious many are made up. However, a few really seem authentic. A few of those have really gotten me horny as hell.
With that in mind, I hope I can share what happened to us and not make it sound fake because as unbelievable as it may seem, it really did happen.
My name is Jim. Since my favorite stories describe both the husband and wife, this story will do the same. I am pretty sure I was 34 when this happened. Basketball is my sport which keeps me in good shape. But it makes me feel short at 5'10" and about 165 lbs. I also play a lot of tennis, but basketball is what I excel at.
My father left me the very successful family business which meant we were wealthy from the start. My wife, Jill, would be my trophy wife except she is very successful at everything she does. She loves fashion, so right after we were married she started a fashion design company. It was successful, so when she got bored with it, she sold it for a good profit. Then she build a couple franchise restaurants and they were profitable. So when the time came, she sold them for a nice profit. Now she is a consultant. Charges more than attorneys and gets to travel.
Jill is beautiful at 32. In fact she is prettier than when I met her in high school. She loves to play tennis and hike the outdoors. She is 5'6", I think she weighs less than 120 lbs, and athletic. She has never let me see the scale when she weighs herself. She is adventurers, full of energy, and loves to have fun. Beautiful sandy blond hair, pretty face, Betty Davis eyes, and an hour glass figure.
In order to really understand what happened, you will have to know the history. With that said, this story might be a little long, but if you like happy ending, then you will like this story.
We need to start many years earlier. Our two girls were growing up fast. We got married young. Had our first daughter as we started college and the second a year later. So, when our daughters were in elementary school, Jill was very active in PTA. She learned about the big brother program and since we don't have sons, she thought I would want to be a big brother to a young high-risk lad. I thought it was a dumb idea, until I met Antwone.
Antwone was a young kid in Juvenile detention for doing stupid stuff. The last incident was jumping into a police cruiser and going for a joy ride. He wasn't evil, just high energy and poor impulse control. However, to be honest, he was very likable. Alway smiling with an outgoing positive attitude. As you can guess, I became a "big brother" to Antwone. Oh, did I till you he is African-American? Yes, he's black, well, he is like Hale Berry black. We never met his biological parents, just his foster family.
First thing we did was go four-wheeling. We have motorcycles and four-wheelers. We love the outdoors and you can cover a lot a territory on a motorized toy. Antwone was a natural. He loved to go riding.
Next, I taught him basketball... Of course he was great. He wasn't a star player on the school team, but every time we played on the same team, he scored a ton. Probable because I knew where his shot was and I pass him the ball whenever he was open.
Antwone spent a lot of time at our home. He became a good kid, not perfect by any means, but good.
My father started a tradition that I continued with my kids. If a child graduates from high school with a 4.0 they get the family car. Well, even though they were young, my girls are both getting straight A's and were excited to get scholarships to the same university Jill and I went.
Antwone had no vision for the future. The summer before he started high school, we were all in our back yard having a BBQ. The girls were talking about doing little girl stuff but then asked Antwone what he was going be when he grew up. It was like the thought of growing up or future had never entered his mind.
Now, remember, we are wealthy. And I know Antwone really likes our motorized toys. So I made a deal with him. If he got an A this next year, I would take him out for ice cream, two A's we go to dinner, three A's and it would be a dinner at a fancy restaurant, and if he got all A's he could go camping with us.
He agreed, but then asked, "what if I graduate with a 4.0?" Well, I love that he even thought about that so I said, "If you graduate from high school with a 4.0 you can have anything I have." Jill was there when I said it, and she gave me a look. You know the look that only a wife can give?
Now, I was thinking he would want the motorcycle, or maybe the four-wheeler, or maybe if he was smart my car. However, I didn't think he had a snowball's chance in hell of graduating high school with straight A's.
Truth be told, I was completely amazed after his freshman year that he had straight A's. So that summer we all went to Camping and had a great time. Antwone was so helpful and respectful. As we were driving home and Antwone was in the restroom, I asked all the girls if it was OK that Antwone with us. Both the girls said that they liked having Antwone with us. Jill said that It was interesting having a teenage boy with us. She pointed out that he and I went swimming and road the 4-wheelers together. It was like we rented a son for the week.
Then she mentioned that he also kept her on her toes. "What do you mean?" I asked. Then she hesitated before telling me, "Maybe a couple times when I was changing or going pee he was watching me. He may have seen more of me than you would like." That surprised me. I hadn't seen anything from him that made me uncomfortable, and I really watched close when he was with the girls. Guess I didn't think about him around Jill.
As he progressed through high school, Antwone was like one of the family. He was helpful, even helping Jill with household chores. When the girls would spend weekends with grandparents, Antwone would hang out with us. Several times he reminded us of our agreement, like we might renig on the deal. He even asked Jill several time if she was ok with him having anything "WHEN" he graduated with 4.0. And Jill assured him that we follow through on our promises. We never "renig." That's just the way we were raised and the way we are raising our daughters.
Not only did Antwone graduated with honors, he had a 4.0, plus he was captain of the basketball team.
Here is where the story really begins. After graduation, Antwone came over acting all sheepish like. It was kind of cute. It was going to be fun to see what he wanted. Most likely my Lexis IS 250, which was my favorite car I had ever owned. It was just fun to drive. But I was prepared to hand over the keys. He had earned it. Plus I already had a new car in mind.
That day will forever be burned in my memory. The girls were at the grandparents. We were in the back yard, just the three of us. He was looking at Jill like she was not going to be happy with him. Then he looked at me. I could tell he was summoning the courage to ask for what he wanted. "So, I can have anything you have. Is that still the deal?" he said with a broken voice. I assured him that we would be true to our word, "You have earned it. Anything I have, well, except the house of course."
He somehow found the courage, because suddenly he blurted out, "I want her," and he pointed to Jill. Silence for a few long seconds and then I said, "I'm not going to divorce my wife so you can have her!"
