Uncle Jason Lives with Us
This is a little different take on a pretty common theme.
This story is about an unwilling cuckold.
If you don't like this type of tale save yourself some time and aggravation, and just don't read it, because it's a long one with several chapters.
This story is told from several different characters viewpoints.
I have placed the name of the character's POV as a header each time the viewpoint changes to try and make it clearer to the reader.
I know some folks still find it confusing or disconcerting.
So if you are one of those readers you should also pass on it.
Sometimes I wonder if anything as bizarre as this genre of stories is, do ever really happen?
I suspect that, although rare, it does occur occasionally.
It is probably when you read those terrible news stories every year or so when a supposed loving husband 'snaps' and commits a murder suicide.
Note:
This is a multiple chapter story.
As such voting and comments will be turned off until the story is completed.
JOHN
Something had been going on with my wife of 18 years recently. I didn't think she was pulling away from me. I know she still loved me, but she seemed to be in a constant state of internal turmoil. I think I understood what it stemmed from, but I really didn't know what to do about it. Little did I know that soon my life was going to change forever. And, it was going to change in ways I never could have imagined.
My name is Jonathon Bishop, but I go by John. My wife's name is Virginia but we call her Gina. She always said Virginia was an old lady's name. In fact, she was named after her maternal grandmother.
As I said Gina and I have been married over 18 years. We have three terrific daughters. June our oldest, is 12. Sabrina is age 10 going on 30. Gina always says that Sabrina is an "old soul." Our baby is 8 year old Mary.
We really wanted a boy but after 3 kids and with our hectic schedules we decided that three was enough and I had a vasectomy. Another reason to stop was that we were in our mid thirties and didn't want to be doing the diaper thing when we were approaching 40. When my wife talked to me about getting the vasectomy I joking said, "What's the matter, you don't want to have fun anymore?"
She quickly shot back at me, "No dummy, I want to start having fun again!"
After Mary was born Gina hit the gym with a vengeance and within 6 months she was in great shape. Gina was an NCAA volleyball star back in college with a full scholarship. She looked many years younger than her 43 years, but with her work out regimen she had become a stone cold fox! She looked better than the day we got married. I was very proud of her and told her so often. Her college athletic experience always made her very competitive person with a dedicated work out regimen.
Gina is a 3
rd
grade teacher at Owens River Elementary school. Yes that's the school our girls attended. They couldn't be in her class, but she did get to keep a watchful eye on them. As such, they couldn't get away with much. Gina said that chasing kids around 6-7 hours a day was a better work out than she got at the gym.
I was no slouch myself, but I have to confess that I had put on about ten pounds since college. While I did try to eat well and get some exercise, I was at 44 years old, definitely slowing down. Part of the issue was that as an Area Vice President for Cartago Manufacturing I mostly had a desk job, so I was fairly sedentary at work.
I enjoyed my job, and in addition to providing a good living, I had a great staff working for me and that allowed me to spend ample time with my girls. Kids grow up so fast; I didn't want to miss out on their childhood. When I was growing up, I rarely saw my father and as such we never had a close relationship. I didn't resent him, that's just the way things were back then. I vowed to myself I wouldn't allow that to happen with my girls. I was actively involved in their lives and though that presented additional scheduling pressures and some nights working from my home office I wouldn't change anything.
I even belonged to the PTA instead of my wife because she thought that her being a teacher would somehow make other parents uncomfortable to speak freely. I did most of the running around transporting the girls to their many activities. I had plenty of vacation time at my company so I even got to take weekend trips with them several times a year. We also took a 7-10 day vacation as a family each summer and it was a great family bonding experience.
As I mentioned earlier I think I knew the problem Gina was working on was related to our sex life. She has always had a stronger sex drive than I have. That was true even when we first got married. While neither of us were virgins when we married I knew that she was much more experienced than I was. I never asked her about it because I figured it was none of my business.
Gina wasn't bashful about what she wanted and was a very patient lover. She taught me how she wanted to be pleased, and she complimented me often about my abilities. The problem was she always wanted more! When I was in my 20's and 30's that really wasn't an issue, but even then I sometimes had to wave the white flag.
Now that I am in my mid 40's, well let's just say that the old line, "I'll never be as good as I once was, but I'm as good for once as I ever was," pretty much applies to my situation. It's not that I couldn't recharge my batteries; it just takes a lot longer for that to happen. As busy parents with work responsibilities, time was a precious commodity. As a result we were only having sex maybe twice a week on a good week.
The real problem was that as Gina got older her sex drive kicked into overdrive. I always thought that as they aged, women especially married women, grew bored with sex. Do you remember the old joke? "What two words are guaranteed to kill a woman's sex drive?" Answer, "I do!" That never happened to us.
I could tell that Gina was growing frustrated with our sex life. I hadn't yet spoken to her about it, because I didn't really know what to say, and she has always been the kind of person that likes to work thru her issues internally first. I am the same way. In any case, I knew that once she was ready, she would have us sit down and talk. We would figure it out as we did with every other problem in our lives.
So one day, as we were scrambling to get the kids ready for school and us to work, Gina said in a matter of fact tone. "John, are you working Saturday?"
I quickly responded that I wasn't, and was hoping we could do something as a family on the weekend.
Gina looking a bit anxious said that she had arranged for the girls to stay at her parents for the weekend because she wanted to spend some time with me and talk about our "situation."
I caught myself before I said, "What situation?" But of course I knew what it was about and didn't want to play any games. Gina was a bright thoughtful woman and didn't respond well to those that played ignorant.
So I said, "That sounds great," with more enthusiasm than I felt. We did need to talk about it, and besides the girls loved staying with their grandparents. Gina's parents loved them unconditionally, and would never turn down an opportunity to spend time with their grandchildren.
"Good." Gina declared. "Friday, I will take the girls directly from school to my parents. I'll have their bags packed and in the car when we leave the house in the morning. You can order us some take out on your way home, make it Thai please. And, pick out a good wine for us with dinner. We are definitely going to need it. Then we can have our conversation after we eat."
I knew that meant Pineapple Curry for her and Pad Thai Shrimp for me, so I nodded my head in agreement. That was typical Gina, a real planner and organizer. What the hell, those strengths made all of our lives easier.
The rest of the week passed routinely. I did notice that as opposed to becoming more relaxed after she had made up her mind about something; which was her usual modus operandi, she appeared more on edge than ever. I was more of a 'take it as it comes' kind of guy, so I just waited for Friday evening. Besides, what guy ever looks forward to talking about sex anyway? It's funny, guys may think about sex more than women, but women talk about it MUCH more than men. I never fooled myself into believing that Gina didn't talk about our sex life with her friends.
On Friday evening, I dutifully picked up our take out on my way home from work and had our dinner all laid out and ready to go when Gina arrived home from dropping the girls off at her parents. While she was there getting them situated for the weekend I thought how lucky the girls were to have grandparents like Gina's folks. I was an only child and my parents had passed before they were born.
She was definitely nervous when she came in the door. She saw the wine poured and dinner waiting and said curtly, "Let me change quickly and we can eat." She wasn't being rapacious with me I could just tell she was extremely agitated.
I handed her a glass of wine and urged her to take it with her upstairs because it sure looked like she needed it. I was trying to lighten the mood to get her to relax, but she just took the glass and headed upstairs silently.
I suppose that under these circumstances it would be normal to think that whatever was coming had to do with family and/or health issues, but I was still fairly confident that it was about our sex life. And, I figured it was going to be a very uncomfortable conversation. I gulped my glass down and poured me another and awaited her return.
Gina came back down to the dinner table in a few minutes. Her wine glass was empty. She directed me to pour her more by signaling with her glass as she sat down without speaking.
The tension could be cut with a knife as we started to eat so I thought I would start the conversation off. Taking the initiative I started to speak. "Gina I know......."
