SHE WISHED IT HAD NEVER HAPPENED

 

SHE WISHED IT HAD NEVER HAPPENED

That was her wish, from the moment when she knew she had made the worst mistake of her life.

She knew that she had HOPED that her friends were right, and that her date was with a homo. A man who could never “get it up”, with a woman.

She HOPED her friends were right. She HOPED…

The moment, when the truth “exploded”, upon her, was when our mouths, and tongues, first came into contact. Between that, and my touch, the memories came, flooding, back.

The memories of how her husband had been, before they got married.

She still remembered the last time that he had pissed, in a parking lot, and how, once sober, he had asked her “How can I win your love, and affection?”

When she gave him the list, he asked “Did I really call another woman by your name, and tell her that I loved her?” She said “You were so drunk that you did not even know who she was.”

After he got sick, and cleaned up, he asked her “Any way I can have another chance?” She told him “Do what is on that list, and we will see.”

From then, until their wedding, he had put full effort into meeting every item on her list. (He really had her thinking that he loved her.)

It was not until after the official deeds were done, that the truth was revealed.

He had married her to gain his trust funds. Something he could not do until married.

Since their wedding, he had gone back to his old ways, and even denied letting her move in with him.

She had tried some other men, but all they wanted was the basics. She wanted a man who wanted more out of life, than just the basics.

This is why her “friends” made her a bet. A wager that she could NOT get a homo erect.

She thought the wager would be easy to win. That is, until she got close to me.

Her world began spinning out of control, from the moment of our first kiss.

A kiss, which was followed by the removal of clothes, and my caress, on her skin.

What shook her, and should have broken any “spell”, was when, instead of her husbands voice saying “I want to FUCK you.”, she heard a familiar voice whispering “I want your love.”

Even worse, the voice was followed by a long, deep, kiss, passionate necking, kisses, on her chest, then caresses, kisses, and nursing, at her breasts.

When she felt the mouth on her womanhood, she wanted to cry out, but not until she knew how FAR this would go.

While her husband would have “shoved it into her”, she found that her current lover was much more gentle. Gentle enough that she prayed that, if this was a dream, that it would not end, soon.

After two, fantastic, hours, the man kissed her, long and deep, then dismounted, and slipped into a sleep, beside her.

While part of her wanted to call in a rape, the winning part snuggled up to the man, wanting to thank him when he woke up.

Which did she hate, most? The fact that she had no breakfast food, for the man? The fact that she was considering nursing him.

Her husbands voice, barely, spoke as she remembered him saying “Only wimps suck tits”.

When the man woke, and relieved himself, she expected his “good morning” to be a beer belch. Not another, deep, tender, kiss.

While she was ready to say “Never again”, the words caught in her throat, as the voice whispered “When may I see you, again.”

She made two dates, that morning, thinking that no man could keep up this “gentleman” act, for very long.

On the couples second date, she admitted “Okay, I love you. You dont have to keep proving it.” The man had kissed her, saying “You are worth it, my love.”

After another, romantic, seduction, she whispered “You dont have to be so gentle. I wont break.” He whispered “I want you to know how much I love you.”

While, for the next morning, she had purchased some “man-food”, she did whisper “If I fill my breasts…” She smiled as he whispered “I will do my part.”

Her mistake, prior to date number three, was in not asking her friend what to take the pills with. She figured that, to make breast-milk, milk would be the prime ingredient.

On the third date, after number five, she let the man rest, while she went to the kitchen, and prepared. She figured that, at the least, it would be fun. At worst, she would end up squirting, herself.

What she never counted on was the man coming back to full power, while she begged for more nursing.

She had to pull a pillow over her face, as she cried out, in explosive climax.

She noticed that, the more the man nursed, the more energy, and endurance, that he had. This is why she grabbed his rear, rammed him, further in, and told him “I am YOURS!”

Later, after the sheets were soaked, and the two snuggled, as close as any, newly married, couple, she whispered her thanks, then told him “I can never see you, again.” When the man asked, she said “If I do, it will be to become the mother of your children.”

While the two never became “regular” lovers, the woman did seek the man out, from time to time, on a variety of matters.

She traded him what she knew ALL men want, in return for his advice, and consent.

This is why, when her husband died, and she treated it like simple fact, her mother asked “When was the last time that he actually LOVED you?” It had been their wedding day.

As she prepared for the funeral, she said “Look at me. I look terrible”. This is when a familiar voice said “Thats funny. To me, you are as beautiful as ever.”

She smiled as she said “You dont count. I KNOW you LOVE me.”

It was a week later, at the reading of a will that she never knew he had, that her smile was never brighter than when her husband left nothing to her.

The last conversation, that the lovers ever had was “Do you regret that we never had children?” The mutual response was “Every single day”.