“He was a really bad kisser”
…that was what my wife said to me after we ran into a guy she “went on a few dates with”. This event occured 4yrs ago and just rocked me.
After yrs of being parents, I had kinda settled into this idea of my wife as a super pretty but chaste, suburban mom. Once or twice a month we’d have good but very vanilla lights off missionary and I just thought that was that.
But when we ran into this friend of a friend at a BBQ, and my wife squeezed my hand and whispered “omg I kinda dated that guy” my mind reeled.
He was not an alpha, he wasn’t a looser either. He was just a guy who my wife’s friends boyfriend knew and set them up. But he was also a guy who bought wife dinner, brought her back to his apartment, ran his meaty hands across my wife’s 23 yr old stomach and jammed 2 fingers into her freshly shaved pussy.
I realized in that moment my wife wasn’t JUST a mom and my spouse. I remembered that she was not so long ago a girl who was excited and nervous to get a 9:00 text.
She was someone who painted her nails before wrapping two manicured hands around a cock thicker than mine. She asked her roommate opinions on her outfit…a cute top that ended up in a heap on the floor of a strange guys apartment and she struggled to suck an unwieldy dick while looking cute.
He may have been a bad kisser, but that blatantly wasn’t a deal breaker when she was feeling lonely and, while pinned under his heavy body as he thrusted into her, shaking the bed rhythmically, asking if she liked that dick…well they weren’t kidding much anyway