By the by, and with a little bit of uncomfortable feelings about it, I married the girl of my dreams. I wasn’t ‘out’ and there was a lot of explaining to do, and my mother and father refused to attend. I had made a choice, marry the girl of my dreams, and never speak to my parents again. There was a lot of finger pointing and accusations and there was a lot of you don’t need to be around people like that. But I was hurt, deeply.
My new wife and me, we had good incomes, we qualified for a house and moved in next door of old fart, retired. He kept up the yard and washed the car and we supposed he did the cooking. That kind of house. One day I was getting out of my car and he walked over and asked if I had noticed that I had a hole in the soffit of my house. Squirrels get in there and die. I should fix that or have someone fix it, seeing as I was a girl. And that’s how it began. The soffit hole conundrum. You buy a house and you don’t have a man around the house to keep it up.
I was drinking coffee, leaning against the island in the kitchen, he was explaining to me that the water heater needed to come out. It was already leaking, that’s what the stain on the ceiling was. It was 2400 dollars. Not him, the plumber charged that. No he wasn’t going to take it out and put a new one in, the plumber was doing that. He would only make sure that the plumber did a good job. Then, you know that look men give you when they look up and down sizing you up, he said something about I was ‘quite a woman’ and I needed a man to show me what it was all about. I answered the old stupid way, ‘and you’re the man to do it?’ Well, yes I am he said, and the next thing I know I was in my bedroom on my back and he was fucking me the old fashioned way, man on top. He finished all the way, every last drop of his semen in me. No thank you ma’am, nothing like that. Just ‘you’re a good fuck’.
I hid it from my wife. The plumber did his job and I had to put it on a credit card. He inspected it and said it was ok. Now for his favorite thing, fuck me again. I did not refuse, I could not refuse. He had already fucked me and he was fucking me again. And again this time he left all his precious semen in me, every last drop. Twice in less than a week. I asked him why he was doing that to me, ‘because you are a good fuck’. Should I go on and tell you? The son of a bitch got me pregnant and it led to my wife walking out. Now all I had was being a ‘good fuck’ and looking after his little critter that came out. He did not leave me alone, he kept fucking me, and soon I was with child again. Boy he liked that. A man his age, knocking up a woman my age, that’s something to talk about.
My wife got over it, and now we live together. With two little critters of the old man next door. And we do the cooking.
