Disclaimers: This story has two distinct parts. There is a loving wife part, and a romance/interracial part. Each and every person in my story is fictional. Not real. Resides only in my mind. If these fictional folks take part in any sexy shit, they are over 18 years of age. My short description refers to the ancient Sanskrit story of Arthashastra, from around the 4th century BC.
On to my story. I'm Owen Grady, and at nearly thirty years of age, I'm actually considering getting married. This would be a second marriage, for both of us, as we were burned, badly by both our exes.
Let me tell you, that right out of high school, I started taking some general classes at a local community college, not really knowing what I wanted to do when I grew up.
I was also working part time delivering packages, for a company that started in Seattle in 1907, calling themselves American Messenger Service. Sometime after their founding, they changed their name to United Parcel Service.
While attending the local community college, I started dating, but found that not too many girls wanted to date a broke package delivery kid.
Yes, I still lived at home with my mom and older sister, my dad having passed away, three years previously.
I was trying to save money, but soon learned I'd have to work more hours to earn more money. The more hours I worked, the less time I had to study. A true Catch-22.
As I kept getting more hours to work, I liked the increased bank balance I had.
After one not so successful year, I dropped out of school, and was working nearly full time. During the holiday season, I was working up to sixty hours a week. I really enjoyed the extra money, but my love life felt like I was standing in quicksand.
I did have the advantage of still living at home, and not having to worry about my sister, as she got married, leaving just my mom and me.
I guess I should tell you readers a little bit about myself. At twenty years of age, I wasn't going to win any bodybuilding contests. I stood just under 6 feet tall, and weighed in at a slender 165, wringing wet.
I considered myself in better than average shape, getting more than enough exercise running up and down stairs, most days, on my route in North Seattle, all the way to the King County line.
During my first year working full time, I did have a girlfriend, or two, and did lose my virginity. A bit later than most, but I never complained.
Starting my second year, some of my regular customers and I became a bit more friendly.
There was one medium size travel agency that seemed to have pickups or deliveries most every day. The front desk receptionist was a very nice girl, named Vicky Gray. She would always smile, and say hello whenever I was there.
At first, she was just a very nice customer always being friendly. One nice summer day, as I walked in with a delivery, Vicky had this loose fitting blouse that when she leaned over to sign for the package, gave me full view of her very nice, perfectly shaped breasts. Maybe a B cup, but I didn't want to stare. I did, however have a very nice grin the rest of my day.
At my next stop, I noticed a little slip of paper with a phone number on my clipboard. Hmmm, did I want to see more of her? Literally. I think I did.
My living situation was pretty good, in the basement of mom's house, with my own entry. Everything I needed was in my basement hideaway.
I made the decision to call Vicky, instead of hitting on her at work.
We actually made a dinner date for the following Saturday. Each day when I'd either deliver a package, or pick one up, we would just say hello, and grin at each other. I noticed if she was wearing a blouse, the top button would be open. On Friday, the second button was open, too.
When I picked her up on Saturday, she didn't have her usual smile. When I asked if she was OK, she replied that mother nature was interfering with our first date. When I told her that just being together was enough for me, we headed off to dinner.
All through dinner, our conversation was light, and just two friends getting to know each other better.
I told her about my older sister, and her family, plus my mother. She told me about her being an only child, and her parents, who lived in the central Washington city of Wenatchee, just over two hours east of us.
"Owen, even though we can't do everything we might want to do, is it OK if I spend the night?"
"All right with me. It just so happens my mother is visiting her sister outside of Portland, Oregon for a few days, so we will have the house to ourselves."
Even though neither of us were virgins, it would be the first time spending the night together for both of us.
Getting to my basement hideaway, we both sort of froze, with her asking if she could change in my bathroom, first.
Sitting, waiting for her to come out of my bathroom, she appeared in a very non-sexy nightgown, that covered everything.
She still looked adorable, to me. I knew she was a bit older than me, but I just didn't care. Standing next to my bed, I took her in my arms and held her close, nibbling on her neck, while moving one hand to her breast. Even though her nightgown, I could feel her nipple stiffening.
Getting us both in bed, I started kissing my way down to her now uncovered breasts. When I slowly licked one nipple, with my hand cupping the other boob, she whispered to me to be gentle.
She started rubbing down my body, and her hand took hold of my now growing manhood. Without saying a word, her mouth encircled the head of my now very hard cock.
Slowly, up and down she went, cupping my balls, gently. I very carefully inserted one well lubed finger into her cute little behind, causing some very sensual growling.
It didn't take too long before I knew I was more than ready to explode. Not knowing how Vicky would deal with my load, it really didn't bother me when she directed me into the wad of tissues in her hand.
I was so excited, that it just didn't matter. I was also still rock hard, so she took my solid seven inches back into her mouth, as I reinseted two fingers into her cute, little behind.
"Owen, do you have a condom?"
I got one out, with some lube, and very gently pressed my cock against her little brown rosebud.
Slowly, at first, listening to her primal growls, along with some 'oh fucks' I just started picking up some steam, with rubbing her very excited nipples.
It didn't take all that long before I exploded, again, as we fell into a heap.
"Just so you know, Owen, I've never done that before."
"Are you sorry you did?"
"Hell no! That was fantastic."
After a bit of cleanup, it didn't take us long to be sound asleep.
Waking up with her draped across me, I felt her small but rock hard nipples against my back. What a way to wake up, I thought.
"I truly hope you don't think bad of me, jumping into the sack, like I did."
"Not a chance, and I hope we can do this some more, just to make sure we're doing things right."
"Besides, doing it back there will insure not having unwanted kids. Right?"
"If you say so."
For the next several days, we talked, but didn't see each other, except when I would make deliveries to where she worked, to the point I thought she was avoiding me.
Friday afternoon, she was my last delivery, and she greeted me with a huge grin, and whispered if we could get together the following day. I agreed, with gusto.
After a long walk along a nearby beach, after dinner, we ended up back at her apartment, with her roommate away for the weekend.
Getting most of our clothes off and falling onto her bed, I started kissing each nipple, while softly rubbing her very sensitive pussy lips. Her hand had me at full mast, with her barely able to ask if I had a condom.
Done. In place. Moving between her wide open legs, and finding her more than wet sex waiting for my offering. I just started slowly moving in and out, while softly biting one nipple, then the other.
I thought she was going to shred my back with her fingernails, but, damn it felt so good.
Rolling over, with her mounting me and riding me for all she was worth. I quickly found out how vocal she could be, when properly being fucked. I might mot have been the biggest, but I had great stamina, if I do say so, myself.
Rolling onto our backs, and just staring at each other, I just mouthed the word fantastic.
We kept our dating going for the next few months, and seemed to be moving into a more permanent situation.
I did find a nice, older home, not too far from mom's house, that gave us more privacy.
We did start discussing moving to the next level. At first she was hesitant, and I didn't push her. We discussed both the pros and cons.
On the pro side, we both admitted we were falling in love. She did tell me she was concerned about how much we earned, together. I wasn't as bothered, but listened to her argument.
We did make some progress, and when I asked about having kids, her response stopped me in my tracks.
"I'm not all that sure I want kids, Owen," she whispered.
Regaining my composure, I asked her why not.
"I'm an only child because my mother had a very difficult pregnancy with me, and never wanted a second child." She said this looking down at the floor, with tears in her eyes.
"Do you want to talk with a reliable doctor, maybe with your mom, at your side?"
"Mom now lives near Las Vegas, and most likely wouldn't be able to come up here."
"Owen, there's one more thing I need to mention. My mother was a really shitty mother, and I'm terrified of being just like her, and I don't want you to have to put up with that, like my dad did, until he'd had enough and took off, when I was ten."
By then her tears were cascading down both cheeks, and I was holding her in my arms, not knowing what to say.
It must have been an hour or more before I realized she had cried herself to sleep.
Getting up the next morning, we had a quiet breakfast, when Vicky very softly asked if we were still a couple.
"Very much so, we just need to take things one at a time and deal with each thing we talked about, last night."
Over the next five or six weeks, we were nearly inseparable. We mostly spent our nights at my new place, but did stay in her apartment, when her roommate was out.
We did talk about her idea that she would repeat her mother's bad parenting, as we both knew she got along with some of the little kids running around my rental house.
As we became even closer, we both started talking about marriage. I repeatedly told her that between the two of us, we made enough money to live comfortably.
Yes, I knew, buying our own house was a long way off, but the house I was renting was a rent to own situation.
Vicky got along very well with my parents, but her mother just couldn't be bothered. Her loss.
After doing a bit of searching, we did locate her father, now living in Miles City, Montana. He was more than excited to talk with her, and me, and when we told him about us thinking very seriously about marriage, he was ecstatic about walking his only daughter down the aisle.
This interaction did brighten up her mood. We started moving on with our wedding plans.
With all our planning, we did talk some more about the possibility of children. At least she finally found a birth control regimen that eliminated the need for condoms.
