Chapter 30
[WARNING: CRUDE CONTENT UP AHEAD.]
At first, way back when we were in high school, it was a disaster. I’d fuck her and, of course, she’d make it a bad experience. Between her yells and cries of pain, she always made me feel as if I was going against her will, rather than fucking. After she had that stupid operation that put her out of commission for six weeks, things were only a little better.
The only time things got better, was when she begged me to have a baby with her. I didn’t want a baby with her, not if that meant she would have to stop working to have it. I especially didn’t want one if I would have to watch it for her.
I found my way around it though; after all, it was at least mediocre when she was willing to have more sex. More sex was the only reason I agreed and pushed her so much about it. It was rather funny when I was able to act as if she had failed me each month.
I grin shaking my head at how completely ignorant she is. The stupid bitch didn’t know her morning coffee always had a little extra in it. She always had to have her cup of coffee each morning, so I made sure that it always had a nice strong dose of birth control in it.
Women complained that the pill was so hard to get, but that just showed you how stupid they were.
The whole sex—when I wanted it–lasted for three years before it slowly started declining. She became put off by her inability to become pregnant. I pushed Jher too hard a few times, and she finally started to see her true self as I’ve always seen her. It was then that I started to seek pleasure outside of my home. I
wasn’t working, so I had plenty of time on my hands.
She actually thought I was working, but I was just getting my weekly allowance from my mom, and passing it off as a paycheck. It was never a lot, but it helped when I cushioned my private account by using hers for almost everything I bought.
The more women I met and fucked the more I knew how horrid the sex between us was, but it wasn’t my fault. The frigid bitch was the real problem, and she was self–inflicting her hate for sex into pain.
There are only so many times a guy could hear, “Stop… it hurts too much,” before he lost it. It wouldn’t be so bad if she would have let me in the backdoor or even sucked me off, but no that would be too demeaning to her. Like that whore knew anything but trashy shit, that was clear by the looks of this hick she had in and out of my house.
Two years ago, I met my Mackenna. She was at the park having a fight with her then–boyfriend. He left her there in the park crying, and I galloped in and swept her off of her feet. At first, it was just supposed to be like the other women in my life. I loved to hit it and quit it.
Mackenna was different and slowly she fell in love and begged me to let her move in with me, and I wish she could’ve. Mackenna would do just about anything I demanded in bed, so she worked in a pinch. My biggest issue was that she thought I had money. She had come to my home many times with me
and loved it.
What was not to love–it was a great house in an amazing neighborhood- it was worth a pretty penny, too. Besides, it was so much better than the place she lived in. Plus, there was my car, which, of course, the fucking bitch took, just like she took my house. Mackenna loved both the car and the house as much as I did. I didn’t understand why that stupid whore got the car; she didn’t even know what kind it was.
The thing that angered me the most was that her living in my beautiful house was a joke like her sad, lonely ass was worthy of that kind of environment. The day that Pandora found out about me and Mackenna, Mackenna and I had a falling out.
Mackenna wanted more from me, but I told her it wasn’t possible. She wanted us to move, just up and leave. I was mad, so I asked her for a day. I had to have some time to figure out how to sell the house and get the rest of the money out of the bank accounts.
The argument made choosing Mackenna so much easier. When I got to Mackenna’s that night, of course, she was mad that I never told her I was married. It took a bit of pretending to care to get back into her good graces, but the fact she was pregnant scared the crap out of me. Having sex with Macky is fun, but I didn’t want some fucking snot–nosed brat making her sexy body fat.
I read about a medication I could give her that would cause her body to miscarry. So I got my old football buddy to get me some of it. It was good to have a buddy who owed you, especially when they had a family pharmacy. So with the drugs crushed up in her meals for two days straight, I managed to save myself
from that bullet.
After that all settled down, I thought life would be perfect. Perfect- there was a joke; because she was upset after learning the thing she was carrying wasn’t there anymore. She cried for days, and my sex life took the biggest hit it ever had. I really should have gotten a medal for going without sex for those two months!
Thank God, Macky never came to the courthouse, except the one time she was called to testify. I convinced her she couldn’t be in the courtroom due to her testimony. I was able to keep the knowledge of my financial state from her easily enough. It helped me lie about having to pay massive amounts of alimony.
