This story is dedicated to Lisa. You know who you are and why I'm writing it. E-mail me and let me know you're OK!
I sat in the café drinking my third cup of hot tea and still wondering what the fuck happened to my life. When did my life first start to go down the toilet? What did I do if anything to make this happen and why did my wife decide to change? Lastly I wondered what the hell was I going to do about it.
My wife, Shirl was my high school sweetheart and we had been seeing each other since she was 14. For Christ sake, we knew each other better than anyone else and our lives had been almost a storybook.
I had a good job and made a good income; we had two grown kids now, a boy and girl who had given us little to no trouble growing up; we had nice things, cars, house took good vacations and I loved her dearly buying whatever she wanted in life. I tried to give her everything! We had been together as a couple for more than 40 fucking years now. But the thing that really hurt me was we had been sole mates.
But, now I didn't know her. She wasn't the same woman. She continued to tell me nothing was wrong but I could tell there was. Anyone could, things weren't near as good as they use to be. We seemed to fight all the time. We never spent any time together even at home she went to her room to sew or sat in the other room to watch her shows, since she didn't like the ones I was watching. She would go out with the daughter and the grand kids and spend hours away with them. When she went out with the daughter or by herself she hardly ever asked me to go. And when she did it was to shop. Most men don't like to shop and my wife spent hours doing it even if she didn't purchase anything. If she had time off say around the holidays, she never asked me if we could do something together. She would go out with the daughter and her kids.
Now sex, well the sex was just almost non-existent. It hadn't been that great when we were younger. But now it was almost as if she didn't seem to care at all. Well we weren't kids I grant you that! But, I still wanted it. Hell if she made any effort at all, I could still make love to her every night. But now it was mostly jerking off while she slept.
As sat there I began to look back over the years we had been together. There was no intercourse before marriage! That was the standard rule back in the 50s. Very few girls did it back then. Those that did were considered whores, sluts, etc.
But since we had been together for a few years now and we were hot teens, we did do some extremely heavy "petting" on the weekends. It was the type of petting that got my pants wet and full of my own cum as we humped against each other dry fucking. It was like that almost every weekend in the dark. Using my hand between her legs, rubbing what I could feel was her fat, very puffy and swollen pussy and getting my fingers smelly. Then as she began to orgasm she would grind her cunt against my hardon in my pants until she came and I did too. It was good but it wasn't intercourse. We would do it at drive-ins or in my basement or parked in my car on some lonely road or woods always in the dark. But we did it all the time and she seemed happy we were doing it. But she never let me fuck her. Never!
Then I went into the Navy and we saw each other only on the weekends. And while I spent almost all of my money trying to get home for 48 hours we never had intercourse. We still rocked against each other and while we both came, it wasn't what I would call completely satisfying. Then, there was the time when I went away for a few months and we didn't see each other.
I remembered I almost lost her then. She was young and I was away. She had been having orgasm with me for quiet a long time and was use to them as I was. So, when I came home after 4+ months I was hoping we would still be a couple. She told me in her letters she loved me and was my girl. But, the letters were not coming as fast as they did when I first left.
And then there was the day I got home and went to her house. I remembered sitting in her living room and waiting and waiting and waiting for her to come home. I wondered where she had been but I didn't ask. I was just so happy to see her. I sat there drinking my tea now, and wondered where she was. Why wasn't she there to greet me? MY sister told me she didn't call her about coming to the airport to pick me up. She seemed distant!
When Shirl did finally come home she ran up the steps and was out of breath. She kissed me and acted like noting was wrong. During the week my friends told me she was seen dating around and that she had cheated on me. But now that she was back with me, I rolled with it and accepted it. I guess it was from being young and lonely. I wasn't there and I guess she didn't want to be lonely and 4 months was a long time so she dated. But, in all these years, she never confessed to doing it. She did tell me that first night that she wasn't sure we could just pick up where we left off. That she wasn't sure she wanted to be with only me now and that we should take it slowly. I only had 2 weeks! I couldn't take it "slowly"!
As I sat in her car I almost broke down completely I was so sad and frighten I had lost her. I almost started to cry. God I loved that girl! It was killing me to hear her tell me she wasn't just my girl or she wasn't sure any more. When we left each other that night we decided to start dating and since I was home for just 2 weeks, she stayed with me the entire time. At least I was pretty sure she was just with me, I never really knew for sure but we did spent the entire two weeks together. And around the end of thew time it seemed like old times. She was with me and only me. We spent every day and night together but still no intercourse. We did start the mutual dry humping and cumming together. She even took my cock out of my slacks once and jerked me off. And by the end of the two weeks, I had made every effort to make us a couple again. At least I felt that way, and she told me she did too!
The day I left to go back, Shirl told me she would wait for me, and be true. I only had a 3 months left and while I did get home most of those weekends, I also went out to sea again, but it was only for 3 weeks. As far as I know she never went out with anyone again.
When I came home it was like old times. She never seemed to be cheating or gave any signs that I wasn't the only man in her life. Then I was out of the Navy and home and we were together forever! But while we didn't marry right away, we still didn't have intercourse. We did even more heavy "petting" and I was busting a nut almost every night now. It was worst now since we saw each other about 5 or 6 times a week. And, except for the times she had her period, we would go at it hot and heavy every damn night in the dark humping like two animals. But still she wouldn't let me fuck her!