My husband and I have a unique relationship. We do not see each other enough, but chalk that up to “Keeping up with the Jones.” It is probably a good thing that we do not see more of each other. If Charlie had normal weekends, and normal hours, spending more time together would just cause us to fight more than we do already.
As far as the sex life goes, I would discreetly admit that there used to be many wild nights that met the Marine Corps standard, but I could not let on and boost his ego. If his cock were any bigger, it simply would not fit. If his ego got any bigger, there would not be enough room in the house for the rest of us, let alone the bed.
Once upon a time, Charlie and I were in love. We were not terribly young when we met. In fact, the timing was probably as good as it could get. He was 30 and settled, or so I thought, and I was 25 and grown out of certain needs that would take away from devotion to one person. Ok, so maybe it was not love, but we both needed somebody, and we were a good fit. We had been through trial by fire, and it would either forge us like iron or break us apart like un-tempered glass.
The first time we made love, was on the second date. I should not admit this, but it was also the day after we met. The only reason I did not lay Charlie on the first night was because I had not shaved my legs. My god he was hot. I did suck his dick on the first night, but I was a little reluctant to fuck him anyway because his size scared me a bit. To put it bluntly, his pecker was friggin’ enormous, probably eight inches. I was not sure I could take it all. On that second night, legs shaved, I sure had a good time trying!
The world moves for love; it kneels before it in awe. I knelt before his pecker in awe. Perhaps it was lust. When the anesthesia of love wears off, there is always the pain of consequences. You do not have to be stupid to marry the wrong man, especially when he has a big dick.
“So how did you go about hiring a detective? Did you just look in the yellow pages?”
“Pretty much Claire, but there isn’t a ton of demand in Surprise, NE. We live in a four-street pissant hole. The only business is The Pour-House Bar.”
“I’m not sure I’m happy with the one I visited with. He’s Hispanic, you know.”
“Fuckin’ Beaners, they’re taking over everything. I’m not sure I did any better. The China-man I hired told me, “You move with beautiful grace for a round-eye full of cake.” You might go on-line or call some insurance companies. They use investigators to research insurance fraud all the time. They are practiced in video surveillance.”
“How much does something like that cost?”
“I paid $500 and my PI caught the bastard in two days.”
“I imagine you pay by the job.”
“If it had taken a week, it was still $500 bucks.”
“I can’t afford that, maybe I’ll just watch him myself.”
A reading from the letter of Saint Paul to the Ephesians:
22Wives, be subject to your own husbands, as to the
Lord.
23For the husband is the head of the wife, as Christ also is the head of the church, He Himself being the Savior of the body.
24But as the church is subject to Christ, so also the wives ought to be to their husbands in everything.
25Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ also loved the church and gave Himself up for her,
26so that He might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the word,
27that he might present to Himself the church in all her glory, having no spot or wrinkle or any such thing; but that she would be holy and blameless.
28So husbands ought also to love their own wives as their own bodies. He who loves his own wife loves himself;
29for no one ever hated his own flesh, but nourishes and cherishes it, just as Christ also does the church.
30because we are members of His body.
31FOR THIS REASON A MAN SHALL LEAVE HIS
FATHER AND MOTHER AND SHALL BE JOINED TO
HIS WIFE, AND THE TWO SHALL BECOME ONE
FLESH.
32This mystery is great; but I am speaking with reference to Christ and the church.
33Nevertheless, each individual among you also is to love his own wife even as himself, and the wife must see to it that she respects her husband.
“It’s The Angel of Death.” “I don’t like talking to you.”
As far as the sex life goes, I would discreetly admit that there used to be many wild nights that met the Marine Corps standard, but I could not let on and boost his ego. If his cock were any bigger, it simply would not fit. If his ego got any bigger, there would not be enough room in the house for the rest of us, let alone the bed.
Once upon a time, Charlie and I were in love. We were not terribly young when we met. In fact, the timing was probably as good as it could get. He was 30 and settled, or so I thought, and I was 25 and grown out of certain needs that would take away from devotion to one person. Ok, so maybe it was not love, but we both needed somebody, and we were a good fit. We had been through trial by fire, and it would either forge us like iron or break us apart like un-tempered glass.
The first time we made love, was on the second date. I should not admit this, but it was also the day after we met. The only reason I did not lay Charlie on the first night was because I had not shaved my legs. My god he was hot. I did suck his dick on the first night, but I was a little reluctant to fuck him anyway because his size scared me a bit. To put it bluntly, his pecker was friggin’ enormous, probably eight inches. I was not sure I could take it all. On that second night, legs shaved, I sure had a good time trying!
The world moves for love; it kneels before it in awe. I knelt before his pecker in awe. Perhaps it was lust. When the anesthesia of love wears off, there is always the pain of consequences. You do not have to be stupid to marry the wrong man, especially when he has a big dick.
“So how did you go about hiring a detective? Did you just look in the yellow pages?”
“Pretty much Claire, but there isn’t a ton of demand in Surprise, NE. We live in a four-street pissant hole. The only business is The Pour-House Bar.”
“I’m not sure I’m happy with the one I visited with. He’s Hispanic, you know.”
“Fuckin’ Beaners, they’re taking over everything. I’m not sure I did any better. The China-man I hired told me, “You move with beautiful grace for a round-eye full of cake.” You might go on-line or call some insurance companies. They use investigators to research insurance fraud all the time. They are practiced in video surveillance.”
“How much does something like that cost?”
“I paid $500 and my PI caught the bastard in two days.”
“I imagine you pay by the job.”
“If it had taken a week, it was still $500 bucks.”
“I can’t afford that, maybe I’ll just watch him myself.”
A reading from the letter of Saint Paul to the Ephesians:
22Wives, be subject to your own husbands, as to the
Lord.
23For the husband is the head of the wife, as Christ also is the head of the church, He Himself being the Savior of the body.
24But as the church is subject to Christ, so also the wives ought to be to their husbands in everything.
25Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ also loved the church and gave Himself up for her,
26so that He might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the word,
27that he might present to Himself the church in all her glory, having no spot or wrinkle or any such thing; but that she would be holy and blameless.
28So husbands ought also to love their own wives as their own bodies. He who loves his own wife loves himself;
29for no one ever hated his own flesh, but nourishes and cherishes it, just as Christ also does the church.
30because we are members of His body.
31FOR THIS REASON A MAN SHALL LEAVE HIS
FATHER AND MOTHER AND SHALL BE JOINED TO
HIS WIFE, AND THE TWO SHALL BECOME ONE
FLESH.
32This mystery is great; but I am speaking with reference to Christ and the church.
33Nevertheless, each individual among you also is to love his own wife even as himself, and the wife must see to it that she respects her husband.
“It’s The Angel of Death.” “I don’t like talking to you.”
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