Another Literotica member SylviaG has helped me write this story.
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I may be married to Sylvia but I don't treat her very well. I don't know what makes me do it. I suppose I'm a bit of a bastard. The strange thing is, she doesn't nag and complain like some women. I had a long term girlfriend who was always grumbling and complaining so I went out one night and got drunk. She doesn't like me drinking so she gave me a right talking to when I got back. This gave me the excuse to tell her if she didn't like it she could move out and good riddance. She went back to her mum's so that was the end of that. I never missed her. A few weeks later I got the bit of skirt I'd been keeping on the side to move in with me and made sure the girlfriend got to know. I didn't want the nagging bitch coming back. No, the "bit of skirt" wasn't Sylvia; she came along a few years later. I'm not one to stay with women for long. But Sylvia's different. There's something special about her, I'm not sure what. We hardly ever argue for one thing, but I do like to boss her around.
I've always liked the excitement of the chase so when I'm with one woman I'm always on the lookout for a bit extra. I'm just the same with Sylvia even though we're married. She's caught me at it a couple of times but she doesn't turn into an evil bitch like some women I've known. She's very hurt of course but I buy her flowers and chocolates and say I'm sorry and won't do it again and she soon comes round. She says she stays because she loves me but I honestly can't think what she sees in me.
It's a bit unusual how we came to be married as I always said I'm not the marrying kind. It came about when I got arrested stripping lead off a church roof. The Magistrates said it was a very serious offence but I didn't buy that, the church was all boarded up at the time. Okay I did have a few previous convictions but nothing much, just shoplifting and possession of weed. Anyway a probation officer did a report on me as they were looking at prison. The report, for a change, wasn't half bad. He'd made me come to the office twice and the interviews lasted about an hour each. Sylvia came with me the second time and she confirmed I had a job to start at her uncle's firm and that we were planning to get married. The report asked the Magistrates to defer sentencing me for six months to see if I could stick the job and stay with Sylvia. So I had to marry her didn't I? I managed to keep the job too although there were one or two close calls. There was a troublemaker in the yard where I worked. He was always needling me but in the end I managed to get him the sack.
I've known Ken and Phil since schooldays and they occasionally come around on a Friday night to play cards. They're good mates and they both envy me as their marriages have ended in divorce. At the moment they're sharing a flat together but neither of them have girlfriends and think I'm really lucky to have Sylvia. They both have dead end jobs and neither of them are lookers so it's not surprising they are alone. Sylvia accepts these carding nights but has no interest in playing and I can tell she'd rather have me all to herself. She's fine with Ken and Phil and never makes them feel that they aren't wanted. She serves the drinks, makes them supper and is always polite and pleasant. But then that's Sylvia. There's one rule she's very clear about though; no smoking in the house.
Where sex is concerned I like to push the boundaries a bit. Sylvia is always reluctant but will often do what I ask in the end perhaps with the help of some alcohol. For example we have been to nudist beaches when abroad on holiday. The last time we did this she started off in a bikini, then took her top off for a while. Finally she slipped off her bikini bottoms. I had been naked from the start. I could see the situation was making her wet so I took her into the sand dunes out of sight of other sun worshippers and fucked her. We've often done it in the back of a car but always away from prying eyes. One of these days I'll take her virgin arse, but that's in the future.
We recently spent a few days in Amsterdam where I introduced Sylvia to the delights of cannabis resin. She's never been much of a smoker but I could see she was curious and took a few cautious pulls on a roach I had rolled for her. I explained about keeping the smoke in her lungs to get the maximum effect and she followed my instructions gradually becoming more confident. As with alcohol Sylvia easily became intoxicated and I saw that she was dreamy and even more amenable than usual. Down in the lobby of the hotel she was chatting away with anyone who would listen to her and we fucked on the balcony of our hotel room that night, Sylvia not caring who saw or heard her.
A month later I was looking to try something new with Sylvia and rang up Ken asking him if he could get hold of some weed. I didn't tell him what I had in mind but did what I could to explain how important it was and he said he'd try. Ken used to smoke weed going right back to our school days so he said he might take a week or two but as it turned out he'd got some when he and Phil came round that Friday night to play cards. I paid him and, though I asked, neither he nor Phil were interested. They said they took their card playing seriously. I rolled a reefer, lit it, and showed it to Sylvia.
"No smoking in the house. You know the rules. Hey, how come you're smoking? You've given up. Wait a minute, that's weed isn't it? Take it out of this house this minute. You'll have me shot."
