UNDERSTANDING

 

UNDERSTANDING

The reason why there were four, married, women, at my funeral is just as easy to understand as why there were teens, at my funeral.

All four women had been my lovers, from time to time. This is because I gave them what their husbands did not have time to give.

Since marriage, each woman had been plagued with a man who used the same excuse that too many women use.

When the woman asked questions, or for clarification, the men would say “A REAL woman WOULD know.”

This is what lead the women, one at a time, to me.

The story was the same, each time. The woman had dated a man, HOPING that, once married, the man would settle into new, and better ways.

The women each told me how, before marriage, their men had “sex” with them, then tossed the woman out, saying “You need practice”.

The women also hoped that, once married, their men would stop coming in, drunk, and staggering.

It was when marriage did not change any of the mens habits, that women began to wonder. What were the women doing wrong?

After all, the women only wanted what their mothers had. Dedicated, hard-working, men, who took care of home, and family.

If their mothers could find this, why couldn’t their daughters?

This is why, in their early, to mid-twenties, and with nothing to show but a wedding ring, the women had gone to their friends, to ask about men.

From what I was told, it seems that the friends said the same thing as men did. “A REAL woman would KNOW.”

This is where I came into the picture. Melissa wanted information, about men, and, as she told me, with a smile “I am willing to PAY”.

I can only think that her husband demanded PRE-pay, for any help that he gave, since Melissa gave me some fantastic oral before we retired to her bedroom.

Here, I found it easy to give her everything that I had, since she made such wonderful sounds, and her body, and touch, were so warm, and gentle.

What did I care if she was married. It was not like I was raping her. In fact, the very opposite.

It was after we were finished that she told me “I wish my husband were like you. That would be wonderful.” When she added “Whats wrong with me?” I told her “For me, NOTHING is wrong with you.”

When she described what her husband called “sex”, and asked “How can I get him to love me like you do?” I could only tell her “He has to want to. Like I did.”

When she asked me about other topics, I gave her the male version.

After that, I gave mine to her, again, and she moaned like she had just been crowned “Queen of the Universe”.

We, then, rested for awhile, before cleaning up.

At her front door, Melissa gave me another, deep, kiss.

She called on me, three times, within the next two weeks.

This included the time when her husband said “If you love me…”

When Melissa asked me “Baby, what do I do?” I caressed her as I asked “What do you think?” When she told me “Baby, he told me that I did not love him if I did not trust him.” (I thought it funny that Melissa was wondering what to do, for sex, if her husband withheld. This while I throbbed, deep inside her body.)

When she took my advice, and her husband took his ring back, he actually thought that she would do without, until he decided to give it to her, again.

It was during this “dry-spell” that Melissa spoke to Diane about problems which Diane was having with her own husband.

From what Diane told Melissa, Dianes husband had, long, loved having sex, with Diane, but only after pouring a bottle of beer into her (womanhood).

Diane had hoped that this habit, which she hated, would have died out, after marriage. (Diane hated having to change the soggy bed sheets, after sex)

Now, Diane was almost hoping that her husband would find a mistress. Either that, or Diane wished she could find a way to understand why the man acted as he did.

Melissa made the mistake of suggesting “MY man helps me understand my husband. He even keeps me happy while my husband is avoiding me.”

When Diane asked “When can I meet him?” Melissa said “Let me ask him.”

When Melissa asked me, I asked “Do you mind?” and she smiled as she said “You will be helping a friend, not going on a date.”

This is how, three days later, when Diane had no other appointments, we spent, maybe 18 hours engaged in passionate sex, and I am happy to say that I brought Diane to climax, as well.

Afterwards, still snuggling, in bed, Diane asked me, and I told her, honestly “You can only do the best you can do. By the way, you are good. I fond nothing wrong with you.”

Diane smiled, and said “Terrific. The best sex I have had since high school, and all you can tell me is that there is nothing wrong with me.”

When I caressed her, asking “What would you like to hear?” When she said “I dont know. Maybe I love you.” This is when I gave her a LONG, deep, kiss.

As for Melissa’s friend, Brenda, the story was that, on the few occassions, when he won wagers, she said the “sex” was so rough she felt like he was riding a rodeo bull.

When he did not win, He just grabbed a six-pack, and watched television sports. This, while Brenda would be hoping for some bedroom time.

While Brenda had some of the reddest hair I had ever seen, she did not have a red-heads temper. Not out of bed, or in.

With Brenda, it was like being in bed with a red-head version of Melissa.

When Brenda asked “What do I do? I wish he will stop gambling. That and stop insisting upon taking my money.”

All I could tell her was “Just dont give him any more money.” When she asked “What will I do about sex? I like sex.” I smiled, then kissed her, as I said “I can tell.”

Mary would be number four. Her family had ordered her to get married, when, by accident, she got pregnant, while on contraception. She then lost the pregnancy, after the wedding, due to a bad drug interraction.

Still, her family would not allow her to divorce her husband, even though their marriage was in name, only.

I gave Mary what she wanted about once per month, while I gave Brenda twice per month. It was Melissa, and Diane, who were my regulars.

I gave them understanding, of men, and they gave me what I wanted.

Of course, this understanding was not limited to sex, either.

The women soon learned the difference between their husbands, and their male friends, and myself.

It is sad to say that the truth is that too many men “relax”, once married, and do NOT put in the time, working out, like they did, before taking the vow.

Result, men, as young as thirty, had “spare tires”. This from plenty of snack food, fast food, and beer.

Older men carried enough weight to make two, complete, people out of.

This is why all of my women were baffled by me.

Even in my fifties, I lived a diet of exercise, and healthy food. This is why the women chuckled at their mens statements, about health.

No matter how BIG men were, they told everyone, who knew me “I can beat that homo any time.”

Now, I wont lie, and say that I was as light as a feather. In fact, I surpassed 200 pounds, myself.

The difference, as the women pointed out, was that, while their husbands was all in the soft belly, that mine was hard, and distributed all over my body.

When two, of the husbands tried to “show me up”, by beginning exercise programs, very similar to my own, all they succeeded in doing was giving themselves strokes.

Their doctors had warned them. “You need to start slow. That and cut DOWN on the fast food.”

When the men said “I am a man. I can eat what I want.” The doctors each said “Fair enough, just dont try military-style exercises.”

BY contrast, when my physicals came in, my women smiled as they read “In exceptional condition, for one with so many health conditions. Just remember. He is NOT 20 anymore.”

This did not surprise my women at all, especially not when we ate identical diets. The only difference being that my salads were about three times the size of theirs.

As for exercise, their husbands routine consisted of walking to a store, to pick up more booze, and snacks.

MY own exercise routine allowed me to pick the ladies up, and carry them, due to daily exercises.

As for creating family, the women did not want to risk getting pregnant by me. This is why they stayed on “the pill” even with husbands.

Now, while I never set any “goal”, of reaching 70 years old, I was 70 when their husbands began experiencing heart failure. (Just as the doctors had warned.)

Too much beer, fast food, and snacks, had taken its toll.

Since they refused to follow doctors advice, the doctors stopped offering it.

Three, of the men had heart attacks, while the fourth ended up on Dialysis, when his kidneys, and bladder gave out (from too much booze).

He would be placed into long term care.

The other three would be buried in simple boxes, and have very short ceremonies. After all, WHAT had they done, since high school? Beer-chugging contests?

As for myself, my women KNEW what I was doing, beyond body building. I was working with federal, state, and even local government, on a variety of improvement projects.

In fact, sadly, I had to begin reducing the time that I spent, with each woman, as work required me to travel, more. Now, my ladies learned how other women felt, when husbands were off, on business.

In fact, it seems that I was in both visual, and print, media even more often than I had thought.

Since the women understood that I was doing important work, they accepted less time with me.

Sadly, the day I died, the nation was watching as myself, and, maybe 100 volunteers were helping with disaster work.

Myself, and three others, were working on some reinforcement when a sudden gust turned our efforts against us, and we died, live, on national television.

This is why my “heroes” burial was such an event. And not only for the way I had died, but for the other projects I had worked on, as well.

My women had a man they could, truly, be proud of.

This was the deepest understanding. That the women had a man in whom they could continue to be proud.

What more was there to understand?