Hello Friends,
In my teens, I thought I loved every girl that paid attention to me for five minutes. Then one day one really caught my attention. She became my first real girlfriend and we saw each other a lot. My hormones were raging and she did not discourage me when she turned eighteen. I gingerly over a couple of sexual times penetrated her. Then she went hog wild for sex. In the attic, in the car, in the closet in the basement stairs, in the basement, anywhere it took just a second to get going. Sometimes I came to visit she was the only one home and she was waiting for me and quickly seduced me. It was super lust and I thought it was love. Eventually, she was pregnant and we married. It lasted 3 years.
Wife number two. After being divorced for a couple of years looking for a girlfriend was hard dates were easy. Then one day she walked into the store I managed and she was Blonde green eyes a slim energetic dancer. At a party, we talked until everyone left and it was just us and the candle. We got together several times and I didn't want to ruin the budding relationship because I was in love with her; who she was. Then we made love and she asked me why I took so long to make my move. She became my mistress for seven years before we married. It only ended when our son was born with usually was a terminal birth defect and she was an RN and ran off with the maintenance man where she worked. Much later her best friend told me she didn't want to be with us when he died.
Single parent and then my ex-first wife brought a teenage daughter and said take her I can't do anything with this Madona clone. She drinks . . . she was a bad girl. So Dad had a baby and a bad girl.
Many girlfriends and a wacky heavy metal freak for a wild (and best one ever) lover. Things imploded with my drinking. My first attempt to quit. My current wife led me to The Lord and we attempted to create a family for her boy and girl and my boy and girl. Only partially successful because shared custody lets the lax parents have them and spoil any attempt to discipline them.
My third marriage was more akin to an arranged marriage and commitment and priority to the kids kept us together long enough for love to grow. And that is where I am taking care of her though she is only a hint of the wife she used to be. And my nights are lonely and I wish I had a close companion at the end of the day.