My name is Don and my wife's name is Carla. We have been married for eight and a half years and have an eight year old son, Steve, and a four year old daughter Lori. Yes that is right, Carla was pregnant when we got married and Steve arrived six months after the wedding.
None of our friends or family really cared that much about the fact that we had to get married except for Carla's mother and father. They were of course very disappointed in their daughter but made sure that everyone knew the real blame was mine. I was the bad guy that talked their little girl into having sex before she got married, I was the jerk that got her pregnant and am the lowlife who destroyed all of her opportunities. I have never measured up to the man they wanted to marry their daughter and I never would. They think she had to settle for me. Now how would that make you feel? It made me feel awful.
Of course, I did do exactly what they say I did. I did convince her to have sex with me and I did take her virginity. That is all true, but I have to tell you that young Carla was hot to do everything I wanted to do. She was a very willing participant and I feel no shame in what we did together. It was fantastic and we both loved it. As far as I am concerned her parents can just stuff it with all that blame talk.
I love their daughter more than they could hope for from any man and she knows it but her mother and father will never realize that. They cannot get past her getting pregnant. Nothing I have done, or ever could do, will bring them around. I will be the bad guy until they die.
Carla and I met when she was a senior in high school in Chicago Heights and I was in my second year of college at The University of Illinois at Champaign. I knew she was the one for me the moment I met her. We became a couple very soon into our relationship and just seemed to connect.
I took her virginity about one month after we started going together and we would make love almost every time we got together after that. Once Carla graduated from high school she lived at home with her mother and father and worked at a Chase Manhattan bank as a teller. I saw her almost every weekend either in Chicago Heights or in Oak Lawn where my parents lived.
I had one year to go in college when I found out she was two months pregnant. We planned the wedding for as soon as possible, got married in November and as I said, Steve arrived six months later in May. I got my degree two weeks after Steve was born and took a job in airport security at O'Hare Airport.
Carla had continued to live with her mother and father until I graduated and got my job. We had our apartment all set in Des Plains and moved in the weekend after I graduated. It was wonderful to finally be together as a family.
For the next eight years things were wonderful, the jobs got better, we bought a house, Steve was growing like a weed, our marital life was great, our sex life was great, Lori came along and both of the kids grew like weeds. We were happy. There were more promotions, more money and more happiness.
But, I suppose I should get on with the reason I am writing this story. All that happiness was going to change. In fact I went through a number of very unhappy months in my life.
My wife and I had been having a little bit of a battle about who is keeping whom from getting enough sleep. I tell her that she snores and wakes me up and she says the same thing about me.
She will not believe that she snores at all, but she has the most unnerving squeaky little snore that never fails to wake me up and once that happens I listen to her squeak for an hour before she stops and I can go back to sleep.
I know I probably do snore because I catch myself doing it once in a while and I suppose she does lose sleep too, but it is this bad guy thing all over again. It frustrates me that she thinks it is only my fault, it just rubs me the wrong way. I take enough of that shit from her parents that I don't feel I should have to take it from her too.
To help solve the problem, I brought home a voice activated recorder from work and set it up on the night stand next to our bed. I laughed and told Carla that we would just see who snores and who doesn't.
The next morning we both woke up at the same time and after a good morning kiss we rewound the tape and listened. Sure enough there was my chain saw snoring as loud as you please and she pointed a finger at me and said, "See what I have to put up with?"
Of course it didn't take too long before you could distinctly hear the squeak, squeak, squeak of her snoring too in the lulls between my chain saw. Carla gasped and looked at me with such a shocked look that I just had to laugh. She said, "Oh my gosh, I am awful!"
With that we both burst out laughing and she said, "Honey, we both have to work on this so we don't drive each other out of the bedroom."
I agreed, "Yes, you certainly do need to work on that squeak." I was just glad to not be the bad guy all by myself again.
She whacked me on the arm and said, "Honey, I am sorry I laid all the blame on you, I can see now that we are equally guilty."
I pulled her to me and we had a very warm and loving kiss, hug and of course I copped a number of rather intimate feels. But, she didn't complain. By the time that we finished the kids were both awake and we both ended up being late for work.
Of course you all know what happens next. The recorder was forgotten. A couple of days go by. She asks me to come home early to stay with the kids because she has a meeting at the bank. I notice the recorder. I grin to myself about my proof that she snores. I just have to hear it again so I rewind and play the tape. I listen to us the next morning and get all turned on listening to us make love. And of course I go beyond that and you already know the basics of what I heard next. She betrayed me in our marital bed. She fucked another man in our bed. Not much else to say.
As soon as I knew what was on the tape I called our neighbor Judy and asked her if she would mind watching the kids for a while because I had a big work project I needed to concentrate on. She had nothing going on so she said she would be happy to do that for me.
I walked them over and told them to be good for Judy and that I would come get them when I had dinner ready. They were more than happy to stay by Judy and play with her two kids who were almost identical in age.
