Doug came home drunk again the third time this week. I told him that I was not going to put up with his shit any more and I mean it. So when the S.O.B. fell across the bed dead drunk and passed out I decided to get out and go for a walk and think it over. Do I leave or kick his ass out. That may take a lawyer to get some kind of order against Doug because the house was his families before we were married. But after twenty years I would think the house is as much mine as his. Either way I am not going to live with him any more. I was tired of cleaning up puck in the bathroom, shitty pants and listening to his filthy mouth. He was not always this way. I don't know why he changed and I really don't care. I am tired of it and that's it for this marriage.
Besides he has never been there for our daughter Shelly. He was too drunk to go to her high school graduation or even her nineteenth birthday two weeks ago. Shelly is some what more tolerant than I am but kids seem to love the parent that is some how disabled. Even if it is their own fault. And what ever Doug has wrong in his head is all his own fault.
Doug hit the bed and I walked out the back door, across the back yard and through our neighbor's yard. Down the alley and around the high fence that surrounds the ball field where the kids play. I had no idea where I was going or why I just needed to get out of the house. I sat up in the very top row of the bleachers with my back to a pole just thinking and enjoying the quite of the late hour and almost moonless night.
I head voices below me under the stands. I pulled back into the shadows and held my breath. I should have called out of at least come down the steps and let the couple know I was there or just walk back home. But no; I sat there like a thief in the night and coward in the dark.
The voices were of young people. I should have recognized the voices as I know most of the young adults in the neighborhood. But I could not make them out so I sat and listened.
The boy said "Come on baby, you'll like it. We talked about this before. Don't get all chicken on me now."
The girl said "No I changed my mind. I don't what to do it."
The boy said "Well why the fuck did you say you would if you were not ready to do it?"
The girl said "I thought I was ready. I mean when I saw that video and saw that girl doing it, it looked like fun. But I read where girls, Good girls that is don't do that."
The boy sounded very discussed and said "Well fuck you then. Most of the other girls like to suck cock so they don't get knocked up. Well then; how about you jerk me off. I mean shit; my cock is as hard as a fucking rock."
The girl said "No I don't what to do that either. You're being bad and talking all dirty so 'NO" I will not jerk you off."
Then I think they must have kissed because it was silent for a long time and then she told him she would just jerk him off but that was all. I could tell by the hesitation in her voice that that was not all. I knew she was going to have oral sex with the boy.
Sitting in the dark all by myself I blushed and smiled as I remembered how I was first introduced to sex. I remembered how exciting it was to touch my first boy and feel his cock in my hand. I was so in love but all he wanted was to get off. I of course did think that boys had to be in love too to have sex. But I soon found out differently. But that did not change any thing. It was oral sex for the first time and for several times after that until that one fateful afternoon when Billy Stone came over and showed me how dogs do it from the back and so I lost my virginity and never looked back. I was hooked and until I left home at age twenty one I was heavy into sex and I really did not care too much who it was with. I was the country girl and many of the guys called me the country whore. But back over twenty two years ago I did not care as long as I got screwed and could taste a load of sperm. So I let visions of days long past filter through my head. I even could see the girl below me in the dark doing what I had done so many times before.
But then after I had taken my first job in the big city I met my husband and decided to be a good wife. So for the last twenty years and one birth I had been faithful. I guess at that moment I realized that if I left my husband I would have to start all over again and I was not so sure I was ready for that. I probably should think this over more rationally. I thought if I had not been here at this particular moment I may have made a big mistake and ended up a miserable old broad and alone.
Later after the couple left I walked home.
I retraced my steps and when I cut across my neighbor's back yard I saw a car parked at the corner of our garage. I knew it was Shelly and her date parked for one last kiss before she came in. My daughter is a tall girl like her daddy and very pretty. Dark hair like mine but that wide well shaped mouth like her Dad. I guess she is a good mix of all the best of the both of us. Shelly is not shay and when her Dad is not around she often walks around naked. I see how she walks and she is so sure of her self and proud of her figure. Her legs are a little heavy but well shaped. Her ass is round and as solid as any muscle in her firm trim body. She has a thick wide vee of dark hair between her legs and up her belly. She even has hair up the crack of her ass. Now she gets that from her Dad. The hairy S.O. B. but some how on her it looks so very sexy. I know she is popular and had lots of dates so I can only guess that at nineteen she is not a virgin. But she is an adult and I let her run her own life and don't ask too many questions. Some as any mother would but not no too many. I may not like the answers...
The security light case a dark shadow from where I was to the side of the car. But I could not get past them with out them seeing me. So I thought I would just stand here in the shadows and wait until Shelly went in then follow a short time later. I moved closer but still in the shadows. I could see in the car by the reflected light off the white garage. I could see the guy was older maybe even gray haired. Well shit my daughter was dating a much older man. This guy must even be older than her Dad or me for that matter. I was forty three at the time. But this guy had to be fifty or more. I could not hear the voices but the old guy moved his seat back and Shelly laughed and lowered her head below the window where I could not see. My daughter was giving this old guy head. Twice in one night I had seen or heard couples giving oral sex to there dates. This was getting to be too much I was getting sexually excited and that had not happened for a long time.
Doug my dear drunk of a husband had not screwed me for three months and even that last time was little more than a drunken sloppy try at best. I had ended up masturbating to get myself off. Hell I was getting good at this self gratification shit.
The old guy did not last long and I did hear him grunt and wheeze like he was having a heart attack. Shortly Shelly lifted her head and wiped her mouth with her hand. They exchanged a few more words and Shelly got out and walked to the house. He sat there for a few minutes and then put a cell phone to his ear. I heard his mumble a few words and then drive off. This was of course none of my business but I would go fishing in the morning with a few well chosen questions at breakfast. Shelly did love a good breakfast and that would be good time to ask about her life and what was going on.
Doug had not moved and was still dressed so I took my pillow and walked to the gust room. I think this is where I will sleep from now on. Doug can clean himself up and his filthy puck filed bed from now on.
