In for a Penny
I'm not sure what she expected, my wife of eleven years, but I can't imagine she expected anything much different from what happened. As the rage owned my existence, I stared at her, thinking how easy it would be to just break her whoring neck and be done with it all. She was crying, screaming for forgiveness. "Please don't do this to us"
I would have laughed if it wasn't so fucking painful. I never understood how someone could take a reaction to something they did and blame it on the reactor instead of the cause. Case and point, the presidential election in 2016, when the DNC defrauded Bernie Sanders out of the primaries and then blamed Russia for exposing it. Hillaryous right? Let me stop there, I'm sure I've pissed off enough people already.
But fuck them, fuck you, fuck her, fuck everybody. "And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my—" wife. My life.
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I met Penny Jeanette Carver in college. I was a junior and she was a freshman.
I'd had my tastes in high school. Lost my virginity to a promiscuous chubby girl in the front seat of my car, which embarrassingly lasted about three strokes. I didn't really like the girl, so I didn't go for a round two to make up for it. The anticipation, the feeling of something besides my hand, it was too much for my teenage hormones to handle and I spent more time finding the pink hole than playing in it.
That didn't do much for my reputation, but I ended up meeting a girl from another high school and dated her for a while. She was a skinny little thing, the way I liked my girls. Small breasts, cute butt, pretty face surrounded by long blonde hair. It only took me three dates to get in her panties and then it became a regular event. I'd go to her house and we would fuck every day after school before her parents got home. We'd meet up during the weekend and drive off to parks to take a hike in the woods that always led to more sex, often several times.
I was really into Cindy, but then one of her friends said something in front of her mom and all hell broke loose. Her mom concocted some idea of having Cindy call me to sneak into her second-floor apartment bedroom window at night and her mom's boyfriend would then subdue me and beat me up until the cops arrived to arrest me for breaking and entering. I laughed about it when she told me, but Cindy broke up with me over the threat, not wanting to see me get hurt. I couldn't even begin to understand the thinking behind either her or her mom, but it did make me sad for a while.
But, her friend Sandra, the very same one who had talked in front of her mom, caught me moping about a couple of weeks later and I was back to steady fucking again. Sandra was every bit as pretty as Cindy. And she was more willing to do anything I wanted to do. I wasn't really experienced, but her openness to communicate about what I wanted soon had her learning to give the most amazing blowjobs.
We even did some butt play. It hurt her, but she suffered through it for me. To be honest, once I had done it a few times, I didn't really see what the big deal was. I mean, guys were always seeming to brag about taking a girl's ass like it was a bigger accomplishment than her pussy. I just didn't get it. Sure, it was taboo and tight. But, it was kind of too tight. I far preferred vaginal sex to anal. It's smoother, more lubricated.
Later, I learned about KY, but in high school, I was too broke, and shy, even to buy condoms. I'd pick them up at the clinic for free. It sucked that they only gave me two at a time. I had to go back almost every day. Anyway, Sandra and I were as in love as two teenagers with a relationship based entirely on daily sex can be. We kept it going all the way through the school year and when I got a job during the summer, we managed to get together every morning before I went to work and as many times as possible in the evening.
Her mom didn't approve of me. I wasn't invited to any family get togethers over the summer. And in a final embrace with a lot of tears, we ended up parting ways in late August when she went away to college over a thousand miles away. The tears were hers. I was too much of a 'man' to cry in front of her. My tears came later, when I got a letter that our long distance romance was done after three weeks apart. Yeah, a letter. Who the hell writes a letter to break up. At least it was handwritten, not typed.
I was going to community college for the next two years. I wasn't completely celibate, but I never found a replacement for the steady sex I was getting in high school. When I had taken all the basic level courses I needed, I transferred to the local university, still within driving distance. My parents worked hard, but didn't have the means to put me through college. I was living at home and borrowing on a federal loan to get my degree.
I also got a scholarship for playing soccer, but our team sucked. I was a defender, medium height, medium build, but I could slide tackle like a pro. My looks were deceiving, because I wasn't built like a linebacker, like a lot of defenders. Offensive players misinterpreted that to think they could drive through me. I didn't even know it about myself until my teammates would laugh with me over a couple of beers after the game at how some six-foot-tall, outweighs me by fifty pounds, striker would bounce off me and land on his ass wondering where his miscalculation came in.
It was at one of these post-game parties that I met Penny. She was giggling with some group of girls and I saw her looking at me. I was in the middle of Josh retelling the story of my slide tackle that knocked the latest big guy on his ass and I felt her somehow. I looked up and saw the prettiest face I had every seen in my life. My friends didn't agree, but I suppose different guys have different tastes in everything. I was smitten.
I smiled at her and she blushed and turned away quickly. I was just drunk enough to have a huge pair of balls, so I crossed the room and sat down with her group of girls and forced eye contact with her and smiled. I didn't even say anything. Just sat there looking at her until she giggled at me and said, "What?"
"Would you like to go for a walk?"
The girls she was with all giggled. She looked at me like she was trying to read me. "And where would you like to walk? To your bedroom?" She laughed sweetly, her tone letting me know that saying yes would be a very bad decision on my part. I was still sober enough to detect the sarcasm.
"Outside, I'll keep my hands in my pockets." I smiled.
"Judy, if I'm not back in thirty minutes, call campus security." She smiled and stood up.
