Amy became a domineering, nagging bitch less than a year after we tied the knot. It didn't bother me much in the beginning because of the great sex that we had. Believe me, it was great sex for the first year or two. She was completely uninhibited and was willing to do anything for our mutual pleasure, and we did it all. I certainly had never experienced anyone like her, although my sexual experiences before meeting Amy had been somewhat limited. While she wouldn't talk about her previous lovers, I suspected that she had had many of them. The only thing that I do know for sure is that she wasn't a virgin when we met.
She had managed to keep the domineering, bossy side of her under wraps until after the marriage ceremony. At that point she probably figured that I was hers to boss around as she pleased, with no repercussions. I should have seen it coming, because her mother was even more domineering than Amy, and her father took all of her abuse in stride, and actually seemed to enjoy his submissive role.
I was, and still am, a mild mannered guy, sort of like Clark Kent without the leotards and cape. Even though I'm mild mannered, I'm not the submissive type, but I put up with Amy's nagging because I loved the sex. I figured that it was the price I had to pay to get a good piece of ass, but it wore on me as time went on, if you know what I mean.
After putting up with her behavior for several years, I began to challenge her more often. This led to some knock-down-drag-out fights (verbal, not physical). The fights were draws, but, in reality, we both lost. She began to use sex as a means to attempt to control me by withholding it when I disagreed with her. Since our disagreements seemed endless, we got to the point where we hardly ever fucked. I became frustrated with the fights as well as the lack of sex. I finally came to the conclusion that something had to change, either a divorce or a major change in her behavior (of course, there was nothing wrong with me). I realized that changing her behavior would be extremely difficult, if not impossible, therefore, I began to contemplate divorce more seriously.
Another option was for me to find a lover outside of my marriage, but I initially rejected that because I felt that it would complicate things if I did decide to get a divorce. Besides, I didn't know of any hot candidates at the time.
One evening, during those troubled times, an unexpected visitor rang our doorbell. Amy got up to answer it, opened the door and jumped backwards as she gasped loudly. I looked up to see a man step inside, and Amy recover from her initial shock to give him a big hug.
"Oh, Kevin! What a surprise! I don't believe it's really you. How did you find me? Oh my god, how long has it been?" She kept on firing the questions, not giving him a chance to answer. I noticed that she was smiling and radiant, obviously very pleased to see him.
I heard him finally get a word in edgewise. He told her that he had heard some time ago that she lived in the area. When he got transferred here, he had called her parents, and they willingly gave him her address.
I never did like her parents.
"Well, I'm glad you did, it's so good to see you again. Come on in and sit down, may I get you a drink?"
She took him by the hand and led him to the couch, which was on the other side of the room from where I sat. I wondered if she would ever get around to introducing us. She seemed to have lost sight of the fact that I was even in the room.
"I'll have a beer if you don't mind," he responded to her question, turned and looked at me, saw the puzzled look on my face, and smirked.
Already I didn't like him.
Neither of us said a word, but that smirk was unnerving. Amy returned with the beer, noticed us staring at one another, and finally said, "oh my gosh! I'm sorry Kevin, I forgot to introduce you to my husband. Kevin this is Tim. Honey, Kevin is an old high school friend of mine."
"We were more than just friends, Amy, I'm sure you told old Tim here all about what a hot romance we had going back then, didn't you?"
Amy blushed, regained her composure and said, "well, not really, some of it was too hot to repeat." She chuckled as if that was some sort of inside joke. Kevin also laughed.
I saw no humor in it at all.
"You're damned right! It was hot, wasn't it? I miss those good old days, don't you Amy?"
'What the hell was this asshole trying to pull? He sure has balls to come into my house and tell me how hot my wife was with him back in high school.' I thought, as I began to get hot myself, under the collar.
Amy looked at me, noticed my discomfort and decided to torment me even more. "Oh, those were some fun times, I'll tell you. I'll surely never forget them."
"Fun times! Girl, it hasn't been that long to have clouded your memory. Those were some FUCKING GREAT times," he bellowed, just before he burst out laughing.
I was just about to lose it when I noticed that Amy was getting a bit uncomfortable herself. She wanted to torment me, but not to the extent that Kevin had done. "Yes we had some good times, but that's all behind us now. So tell me, Kevin, are you married?"
"Yes, about two years now. Janet's a real doll, she was runner up to Miss Ohio three years ago, yeah, a real looker. Unfortunately, she's not as adventurous as you are, or were," he said as he smirked at me again.
Amy blushed again. I had become extremely upset by Kevin's arrogant, obnoxious attitude and his insinuations regarding his past with Amy. I glared back at him and sized him up, figuring that if it ever came to blows between us, I wanted to assess my chances in advance. I concluded that it would be a pretty even fight, as he was very close to me in size and build. I thought that I might have an advantage because of my martial arts training, but then, I had no idea of how skilled he may have been.
As upset as I was, I kept my mouth shut and listened for another hour or so before Kevin finally left. Amy was so happy to have seen and talked with Kevin again, she was almost giddy, as he had obviously brought out the best in her.
She came over to me, snuggled up and began to get playful, as if she wanted to fuck. I, still being pissed, played hard to get, but she finally won out and we went off to the bedroom, her hand on my cock and my hand on her ass.
As was the usual, Amy took charge, she hurriedly undressed me, and I her. She then pushed me down on my back on the bed, sucked my cock until it was rock hard, then mounted me. I slid into her cunt as easily as I ever had, because she was wetter than I could ever remember her being. 'Kevin really has her turned on, I should thank him for getting her this wet. Then again, maybe not, I seriously dislike the arrogant prick.'
My thoughts quickly turned away from Kevin and to the pleasure that I was receiving from Amy. She moved her luscious body up and down, up and down until she began to cum. She tensed up, vigorously sped up the fucking motion, and screamed in ecstasy as her pussy clamped onto my cock. Just as she began to recover from her orgasm, I shot my load deep into her pussy. When her orgasm subsided, she collapsed onto my chest.
That sexual revival was short lived, we fucked again the next night, but with far less intensity, then nothing for several weeks.
It was within a couple of weeks after the night that Kevin had visited that I began to notice a change in Amy. First off, she joined and became involved in some Women's Club, which met two nights a week, Tuesdays and Thursdays, or so she told me. On those two nights, she dressed unusually provocative for a Woman's Club meeting, and came home very late, after I was already asleep.
However, it didn't take long for me to become suspicious, and my suspicions centered on good-old Kevin. Upon arriving at the conclusion that Amy was fucking Kevin behind my back, I became very upset, not so much because of her cheating, but because she was getting fucked and I wasn't. She didn't seem to care about me one bit, I had needs too, you know. After thinking about it, I decided that Amy's affair could provide the answer to my marital problems. I felt that if I could get proof of her infidelity, I would be able to obtain a quick and painless divorce and move on to greener pastures.
Even though the signs were there, I had no real proof that she was even fucking around, let alone with Kevin. I didn't know where else to start, so I began rummaging around in her dresser drawers. Way in the back, underneath her neatly folded panties, I found a small address book. I leafed through it, and the only unusual entry that I found was a listing for a 'K' under the T's. I focused on that entry, wrote the number down and replaced the address book.
Thursday arrived, and after dinner Amy proceeded to get dressed, and then left for her 'Woman's Club' meeting.
I waited about 30 minutes, then dialed the number that I had found in Amy's address book.
"Hello," came this sweet sounding female voice.
I decided to use a false name, "hi, my name's Jay, and I'm looking for a Kevin, but I don't know his last name. Do I have the right number?"
"My husband's name is Kevin, Kevin Taylor, but he's not at home right now, may I take a message?"
"No thanks, I'm always on the go, but I would like to talk to him, what evenings would give me the best chance of catching him at home?"
"Most evenings, except Tuesdays and Thursdays, he bowls those nights."
'He sure does! Makes good use of his balls, anyway, ' I thought.
"Just to be sure I have the right Kevin, I wonder, have you two recently moved into town from Toledo?"
"Yes, that's right."
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