The Trouble Maker

by DG Hear

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Cheating, Violent, .

Desc: Romantic Sex Story: I got into lots of trouble and was now trying to turn my life around.

As always, thank you to my editors, LadyCibelle and Techsan, for making my story a much better read.

I remember years back when I was a kid. We had all our traditions and the Holidays meant so much. Family and friends were there to enjoy the good times with us. As teenagers they were still fun but a little different. Other than the actual holiday like Thanksgiving or Christmas we wanted to spend more time with our friends.

Eventually we all grow up and meet our mates and start our own traditions. Of course that's the way it's supposed to be. It's still nice to get with family and recount all the good times we had.

Here I am a twenty-six year old man sitting at my old hang out, the local McDonald's, eating my usual Big Mac and fries. Here's how I ended up here today eating dinner.

I come from a large family of three brothers and three sisters. I was in the middle of the pack. In my younger years life was great. I remember all the holidays and the fun we had as a family. We weren't the richest family around but we enjoyed what we had. We lived in a big house on a small farm. We all had chores to do, but we shared just about everything.

As all siblings do, we fought a lot. Just part of growing up. It did make me a pretty tough kid. Even though we fought with each other we protected each other as well. If you messed with one of us, you might find yourself in a world of shit. My brothers usually were able to take care of themselves but I had a tendency to watch out for my sisters. I had one older sister and two younger.

At school I guess I was known as the trouble maker, sort of a hot head. Once you get the title, you never get rid of it. I'd get in a fight at school and then get grounded when I got home. I wasn't a bully but I was a hot head. If someone said anything about my family, they had to pay the price. I still enjoyed my teenage years. I went out with a girl named Beth during my junior and senior year. Her parents didn't much care for me because of what they heard about me being a trouble maker.

I asked her to the prom and she said she couldn't go with me. We weren't in love or anything like that. I just didn't want to be one of those guys who went by himself. I did end up going stag. When I got there I saw Beth with another guy. When she saw me, she nearly freaked out. I went up to her date and cold-cocked him. I hit him a few times till the chaperones pulled me off of him. I looked over at Beth and just gave her a dirty look.

I know what I did was totally wrong but hot headed teenagers do that sort of thing. I paid the price big time. Beth never talked to me again and I got expelled in my senior year. The worst was how much it hurt my mom and dad. They were much too nice people to have a son like me.

I went down to the service enlistment office and asked to join the marines. They accepted me and I left within a month for basic training. I signed up and got my GED which the marines required of me. I then went into learning electrical work. I was sent to Iraq six months later.

I don't give a shit about politics but let me tell you that these people needed help. I bear witness to the killing of women and children. Why would anyone blow up churches and schools full of innocent people?

You may not see it on the news but over the few years I was there in Iraq, we made it a much safer country. I personally helped rebuild schools. The kids were awesome. Living in total poverty, they made a life for themselves and they thanked us daily for helping them. I often wondered why a God would let this happen. Of course I wasn't a religious person but I prayed to God many times to help these people.

One day a woman came up to me and said, "God does answer prayers. He sent you to help us." It brought tears to my eyes.

When my term of enlistment was over I headed back to the states. I went to Michigan and took further electrical training to get a good job. One of my brothers had worked at one of the auto plants and got me a job there. I was now an official electrician working on his journeyman card.

I was from Ohio and I sure missed it. I did go home at Christmas and see my folks and other relatives. I missed my family. I remember that song 'Detroit City'.

"Home folks think I'm big in Detroit City.
By the letters that I write they think I'm fine.
By days I make the cars, and by night I make the bars.
Oh if only they just read between the lines

They'd know I want to go home
I want to go home
Oh how I want to go home"

It's the way I felt. I was just kind of a lonely guy. I spent my nights at the bars. That's how I met Shelly. Of course I've met a number of women, but Shelly and me kind of hit it off. She was a bit flirty but I loved it. I guess the women from my generation were a bit more sexual and outgoing.

After dating Shelly a short time we got hitched. I was just tired of being alone. Shelly worked at an office for a lawyer near the plant. She was married once before and didn't have any kids. She had a miscarriage and was divorced shortly thereafter. According to Shelly the father of the unborn child was only marrying her because of the baby.

Shelly was a bit wild. We got into a number of arguments over her flirting. Of course she told me that men just hit on her and that it wasn't her fault.

We went to see my parents the first Christmas after we were married. My parents tried to act pleasant to her but I could tell they weren't fond of her. No one told me straight out that they didn't like her but my sisters did tell me that I should keep my eye on her. I knew what they meant. I just hoped things would get better. They didn't.

Shelly wanted to get back home for her company's New Year's party. The firm she worked for always threw a big New Years bash. It would be the first time that I had been to it since we just got married earlier that year. We said our goodbyes to my family and headed home.

At the New Years party, Shelly was flirting with every guy she came in contact with. I was really getting pissed. The old me would have knocked a few heads but I was trying to keep calm. I really didn't fit in with this group of people. I did farm work, then a serviceman and now an electrician in a factory.

After midnight I told Shelly that I thought it was time to leave. She got pissed and told me that she wasn't going anywhere. She put up with my family for three days so I could put up with her friends for a few more hours. We argued back and forth until I finally said, "I'm leaving now! With you or without you."

She turned her back on me and I headed out the door. I waited for fifteen minutes hoping she would come out but she never did. I drove home and took out my booze and sat there and got drunk. I hadn't drunk all that much at the party but I was just plain mad.

At four in the morning someone dropped Shelly off at the house. She came in and I was surprised that she wasn't drunker than she was. She started yelling and screaming at me for leaving her. I told her I gave her a choice and she chose her friends over me.

I staggered into the guest bedroom and fell on the bed and went to sleep. The next morning - or should I say - early afternoon, both Shelly and I got up. I didn't tell her anything that I was thinking but I was waiting to hear what she had to say.

"I'm your wife. You should have stayed with me. It was a nice party."

"It was a bunch of men seeing how far they could get with you. How far did you let them go after I left? They sure the hell got pretty far while I was there. I didn't see you stopping any advances."

"For Pete's sake. There was mistletoe and people kiss when they go under it. I was just having a good time," replied Shelly. "I didn't do anything wrong."

"Kissing under the mistletoe is one thing, but when you wear it in your hair so you can kiss every guy there is a bit too much. I saw you let enough of them grab your ass during the dances and kissing too. I should have knocked a couple of them on their asses but you were just as much as fault as them."

"I didn't do anything wrong but have a little fun. You could have tried harder but no, my friends aren't good enough for you."

We stopped talking. I was glad when the football game came on so I wouldn't have to listen to her anymore. She ended up leaving and going to her friends. It wasn't exactly the way I wanted to start the new year. I thought we would come home and make love and do the dirty deed over and over again but she had to stay with her so called friends.

The following week I hardly spoke to her. I went to work and even worked extra hours. When I came home she always had some plan to go out with her friends. We slept together but whenever she wanted to cuddle, I turned my back to her. I told her I was there for her on New Years but she preferred to be with her friends.

For the next month life got a little better. We finally made up and went out for Valentine's Day and when we got back I jumped her bones. It'd been a month and a half since we made love. I did it all to her that night. I ate her out, did it doggie style and let her ride me like a bronco buster. I have to admit it was the best sex we had since we got married.

We did it just about every night after that. Finally things seemed to turn around. She stopped going out with her girlfriends and stayed at home with me. We did go out on Saturday nights and saw a few of our joint friends.

Two weeks went by and she came home and looked nervous. We ate dinner and sat down and were watching TV. Something just wasn't right.

"Shelly, what's the matter with you. You're walking around like a nervous wreck. What's your problem?" I asked.

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