I Am Such a Fool

by DG Hear

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Cheating, .

Desc: Sex Story: A man has cancer and thinks about what he missed. There are a few catagories that I left out. I didn't want to give the story away.

A lot of my stories have the same characteristics. There are only so many ways to cheat and fewer ways to have sex. I try to deal with the ways that couples handle their situations. Thank you to LadyCibelle and Techsan for editing my story. I made a number of changes after the editing, so any mistakes I take full responsibility for.

Most people wouldn't tell of the stupid things they have done. I wanted to tell my story so that other men out there wouldn't make the same stupid mistakes that I have. I'm a forty-five year old man who has been married since I was nineteen. I have two grown children who are now married and on their own.

I grew up in a small town, could be Anywhere, USA. I met my wife, Glenna, when we were kids. We started dating as teenagers. She got pregnant shortly before graduation. We got married shortly thereafter and our life together had begun. I was able to get a decent job at the local factory, thanks to my dad. I made good money and worked hard at providing for my family. For the first year, we lived with Glenna's parents. I can't say they liked me but they did tolerate me for doing the right thing and marrying Glenna.

I had no problem there. I really loved my wife and was happy that we were able to start our life together. After a year we were able to buy a mobile home and moved into it. Life was pretty good. Two years later we had our second child. Now we had a son and a daughter. I got clipped after that. We had our family and didn't want any more kids... Some people told me I was too young for a vasectomy, but I didn't want Glenna to have to be on the pill or use other preventive measures.

I joined a program at work to take college courses. They would pay for my schooling as long as I went for a degree and kept about a C average. It took me four years to get a two year degree; it wasn't easy but I did get it. I became a foreman at the plant shortly thereafter with a large raise in pay. I was now considered part of management. I worked my way up and after twenty years, I became head of one of the departments.

It was as high as I could go unless I wanted more schooling. I should mention that I did take refresher courses throughout the years to help me get ahead.

We were able after a few years to buy a nice home in decent neighborhood. We were the typical family about which so many people talk. To everyone we were the all American family: middle class with two kids and making a decent living.

Our sex life was great, especially in our earlier married life. We didn't care where we did it. You have to remember we were like kids ourselves and we both loved doing it. After our second child we slowed down some but we still did it every week or at least whenever we could.

I know other people have seen us making love. We did it in the car or even at a few parties we went to with friends. We often laugh when we think back at how open we were with our lovemaking. I guess we had a little exhibitionism in us. As we matured and our kids got older, we were a lot more private about our lovemaking. I will tell you that I never cheated on Glenna and she never cheated on me, to the best of my knowledge. I say this because neither of us ever refused the other. We didn't have to go outside of our marriage; our other half was always there for each other.

Throughout our married life I brought up swapping and things of that nature to Glenna. She always told me in a nice way that she didn't want any other men. I was enough for her and she vowed to always be true to me. I have to be honest with you here. You might write and say what a bastard I am and a wimp or something else, but I do believe I'm pretty much a normal guy.

I fantasized about seeing Glenna with other men. I even brought it up during some of our hot sex sessions. I would talk about how nasty she would be letting these men feel her up and stick their cocks in her. I brought many fantasies into our love making.

I would go on-line and read all these stories about swapping. I have to tell you that if you read enough of these stories you start thinking differently. The older I got the more I would read these stories. I'd constantly ask myself if I missed out on something special.

When we went to parties and I saw Glenna dance with other men, I had to wonder if they ever got a feel or even more. I would bring it up to Glenna when we were in the throes of passion. She would tell me that she always got felt up and how different men pressed up against her. When I asked her for names, she never gave any. If I mentioned any she would tell me to shut up and fuck her.

If I ever mentioned it at other times than during our lovemaking, she would tell me that she only talks like that because she knows that's what I wanted to hear. She told me she would never intentionally let men feel her up.

"You mean that you have never been approached by another man? A good looking women like you?" I asked. Glenna has always been a good looking woman. Maybe not calendar material but she always looked nice.

"Gregg, get real. Every woman gets approached by men. It doesn't make any difference what she looks like. The thing is how a woman handles the situation. I let men know up-front that I'm married and not available. I love only one man and that's you."

"Would you ever tell me if a man made advances toward you?" I asked.

"Only if I couldn't handle the situation. Would you tell me if a woman grabbed your cock?" she laughed, trying to make light of the situation.

"Probably not," I said. "I'm like you. I'd handle it or get it handled," I laughed.

To be honest I really have to wonder if I could handle seeing her with another man. Fantasy is one thing but seeing it would totally change things between us. I read in these stories that if a husband and wife agree to swap partners that it's not cheating since you both agreed on it. I think I'd have to go along with that theory.

It's something that I guess I'd never find out and I'm not sure whether I really wanted to. Maybe fantasies are best left that way.

Here I am a forty-five year old man that has only been with one woman. I'm willing to bet not many men can say that. In one sense I'm proud of having been faithful to my wife. On the other side, I feel that I might have really missed out on the sexual side of life, especially after reading all these stories. A lot of them said they were true.

Whenever I got the urge to cheat or the situation presented itself, I backed away. I will say that I've been drunk a couple of time and things got a little heated but I was always able to stop. I know I've always wondered "What if?"

As of late I haven't been feeling very good. My stomach has been bothering me. After a few months and a half dozen bottles of antacids, Glenna made me go see the doctor. I hate doctors. I remember telling Glenna that people who see doctors get sick and die. Anyway I took a day off and went to see the doc. He ran some tests and took some x-rays and told me he would contact me with the results.

He looked a bit concerned and when I asked him about it he told me he didn't want to say anything until the tests came back. Now I was worried.

I received a call from the doctor's office the next day when I was at work and asked to come to the office after work. I knew this was serious. Doctors don't make appointments that quick for common ailments. They just give a prescription. Now I was very nervous.

The doctor told me I had a growth on my intestines. He believed it to be a tumor and wanted me to make an appointment right away and get it removed. I knew what he was saying. I probably had cancer.

"Is it cancer, Doc? You have to be up front with me here."

"We don't know that for sure but, seeing cancer runs in your family, I would say there is a possible chance that it is cancerous. I'll know for sure when we take it out and run tests to see if it's benign or not. Either way it has to come out," said the doctor.

"I don't think so, Doc. I don't think I'm going to have it taken out yet," I replied.

"What? You have to have it taken out. If you don't it will surely kill you," responded the doctor.

This is when I told him the story of my father dying of cancer three years ago.

My father was a big proud man. He was a good family man and always did what he felt was right for us. One day during a routine physical, the doctor found a growth on his colon. After opening him up the tumor turned out to be cancerous. They removed what they could but the cancer had spread. He was sewn back up and given radiation treatments.

My father fought for his life for the next two months. At his death, he was just a shell of the man he once was. My mother waited on him hand and foot, night and day, both of them hoping that my father might beat the odds. I watched him suffer day after day. I vowed to myself that if I ever had cancer that I would never put my family through the agony of watching me die.

I truly believe that if my father would have just let it go that he would have died much sooner but would have left this world with a little more dignity. He told me more than once that he felt so bad putting all this worry on my mother. I know it not only took its toll on my dad but my mom as well. She died of a heart attack six months after the passing of my dad. I had to believe the loss of my dad had something to do with it.

"Doc, I have my affairs in order. We had an insurance review done recently. My wife will be well taken care of and I'm not about to put her through what my mom went though. Without the surgery, how long will I last?"

"Gregg, you can't be serious. The tumor might even be benign."

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