Chapter 1

I've had quite the rocky relationship with my wife the last couple of years. I'm not sure why, but it is what it is.

We were the most beautiful couple on our wedding day. A big black teddy bear and his cinnamon swirl, freckled covered red head, and the wedding was the most amazing day of either of our lives. We both got drunk as skunks, and went back to our bridal suite and fucked like jack rabbits! AND if you thought the night couldn't get and better than that, we've always had a pretty open relationship. So when the best man and the maid of honor knocked on the door and my beautiful wife answered the door naked, and they asked to join in, she let them! And we fucked until the four of us couldn't move, clear into the next morning!

The honeymoon was fantastic! We took a cruise and visited the Bahamas, and we fucked everywhere and anywhere we could! In the hallway of the ship, on the island behind a merchant's stand, in the water on the beach, on the beach in the sand, in the pool; late night on the ship ... You name it, we fucked there! AND it wasn't me who initiated 95% of it! It was my insatiable ginger wife that couldn't keep her hands to herself!

The years passed, and things seemed to be doing well! Our jobs kept the bills paid, our frequent fucking kept things happy in the relationship, and even when we did fight, we had incredible make up sex. You know the kind that I'm talking about! The "Mr. and Mrs. Smith" make up sex when Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt FINISHED breaking up everything in the house after they shot the shit out of everything; sex!

... And she was fantastic at what she did! Let me tell you! EVEN regular missionary sex was a fuck fest with her! Biting, scratching, clawing, stabbing, poking, punching, and prodding are just a few words to describe sex with her!

I can't tell you how many times I have gone to work with bruises and cuts and bite marks on me, and my coworkers thought I had gotten my ass beat! Over and over my boss would call me into her office and scold me, complaining that I was in the public eye, and I couldn't greet customers with these types of marks on me. It just wasn't professional ... she'd gripe.

So with all of that said, I couldn't tell you what happened with her and I! Things started changing with the birth of our first born. You see, my wife is very vain! She knows and I know that there are ONLY TWO types of Red Headed Women! They are either KNOCK YOU DEAD GORGEOUS or HIDEOUSLY UGLY! And I have yet to meet one to prove me wrong, and she knows this too! She's 5'11" with long legs, a tight ass, firm tits and the fattest, juiciest, pouty lips that I have ever seen on anyone! She has the bluest eyes that I have seen on anyone and when she is mad, the meanest eyes that I have ever seen!

Freckles line her body from her scalp to her toes, and are even covering her pouty pussy and ass! And her button nose has to be the highlight of her face, because her tiny ears are something that you wouldn't know she had unless she pulls her hair back into a ponytail.

SO back to things changing, you can see why she is vain ... She has always loved and worshiped her body! I met her in a gym, and the rest was history! We stopped going to the gym when we got married because our philosophy was, neither one of us had anyone to impress anymore! A little weight was gained by the both of us, but when she got pregnant, and fat as she often referred to her baby weight, she started changing. The sex went off by the way side because she didn't like the way she looked naked anymore. And my sex drive was raging out of control, so to satisfy my needs, she permitted me to go and sleep with others, but after doing it once, and feeling horrible about it, I didn't keep doing it. So I ended up just using my hand.

Things didn't get much better after the baby was born. She found that her body accepted the weight, and even after reenlisting in the gym we had been at, she still couldn't get back to her original shape and weight, to which she was very disappointed.

Our first born daughter became my priority because my wife became very bitter.

She decided to herself that she was going to have another kid, so she did start having sex with me again, but it was short lived, because she became pregnant with twins. In the nine months that she was pregnant with our next two children, she nearly doubled in size compared to the first child, who I was still the sole provider for, seeing that she really didn't pay much attention to her. So you can probably tell how mad I was when she tricked me into having two more. (This turned into a huge argument, in where she gave me a black eye, and then we fucked until we broke our glass coffee table, and she had mini lacerations all over her and was bleeding from everywhere!)

Alexa was three by the time her mother started paying attention to her, because she realized that she was turning out to look just like she did as a baby! (only with darker skin) My twins were also more resembling of their mother ... McKenzie had her eyes and mouth with my nose and ... a penis, but his twin sister looked more like his mom than even Alexa did! Genevieve was stunning! (she's my daughter! Of course she was!) To the naked eye, Jenny and Genny's baby pictures were identical!

In essence, the only reason that my wife came around was the fact that she realized that her time to shine was over, and it was time to start raising beautiful children! THAT IS until about Alexa's 18th birthday!

I decided to throw Lexi a surprise 18th birthday party with all of her friends, and I had also bought her a car. She was my first born, and I had practically raised her due to the fact that the twins were for some reason, Jennifer's pride and joy! (which is fine, Daddy's little girl will still be the apple of my eye!)

Alexa's birthday went off without a hitch! She cried on my chest for hours when she got her new car, and her first order of business was to take Daddy for a drive in it! It was when we came back that all hell broke loose!

Jennifer had sent the twins to bed, and then she sent Alex to her room. Thinking nothing of it, I hit the living room and turned on the TV.

"Kevin, we have to talk." She said standing directly in front of the television.

"About what Jen, and must you stand in front of the TV?

"I want a divorce!" she said turning around to turn off the TV.

The words hit me like a freight train. Looking back now, I can't say I was surprised. More than anything I was disappointed that she would do this on our daughter's birthday.

"I don't want anything from you, and I don't want to keep the kids from you, especially Alex. I know how much you love her since you practically raised her, and I took over the raising of the twins. I know you love them too, but I know how you have a special bond with her. I don't want this to end badly between us, but I don't want to hinder your life any further. Maybe you can go out and find another wife, one who is going to show you what we had when we first got together. I just can't anymore and I don't think it's fair. I haven't met anyone, and I don't plan on it either. I just don't want you to keep on living life in the shadows because you have a wife that has fallen out of love with you." She said with tears bigger than rain drops flowing out of her eyes.

"What the hell Jennifer?" I screamed. "Twenty Years Down the Drain?"

"You're still young, baby ... you're thirty eight! You have a lot of life to live. I just want it to be happy. And I think it'll be happier with out me to hold you back. I am sorry baby. I can't take this back. It's been playing on my mind for the last year and a half. I've cried myself to sleep many nights, and been miserable about it! I just can't give you what you need! The sex isn't even worth keeping any more ... Because we don't have it! I don't know what you feel about this, but I can't do this anymore! I just can't!"

I sat there shaking. I wanted to put the love of my life that I had been married through for the last twenty years of my life, through the wall. Tunnel vision was making my vision blurry and I wanted to murder her on the spot, but something kept me from it.

I was more than mad, I was hurt. But I didn't want to argue anymore, and more than anything else, I didn't want to see her face for the rest of the night or possibly for the rest of the week ... or maybe for the rest of eternity!

I got up and decided that the best thing for me to do was to leave. I didn't want to hurt her, and if I stayed there, I know with out a doubt that I was going to jail that night! I walked to the bathroom, and started grabbing things that I would need for the next couple of days. Cologne, shaving cream, deodorant, and personal items were on the list, and I also grabbed my clothes that were in the hamper and my work uniform off of the vanity.

I grabbed a garbage bag out from under the sink and stuffed all of the things that I had in my hands into it, and threw it at the front door when I walked back past it.

Jen was still standing in the doorway of the living room, which was all the farther she had followed me. I pushed past her to grab the few belongings that I had in the living room, and as I was pushing back past her again to head up stairs is when I noticed the tears on her face.

"Don't Cry Now Bitch! You should have thought about your actions before now! And DON'T EVER think about trying to fix things later on in life! You wanted this, You pay to get the Divorce papers, and I'll sign them! BUT If you think You are getting my Kids, You can think Twice!

"I couldn't do that to you! I know you love them too much, and I don't even want child support. I promise you! The twins are fifteen, and Alex is eighteen. I don't need help raising them anymore. You helped do that already."

As I started up the stairs to my bedroom, my heart dropped out of my chest. Lexi was standing at the top of the steps with a tear stained face. She had heard everything. Her vibrant red hair was sticking to her face in places from the wetness of her tears and from her wiping her face with her shirt, and her hands. Her freckles seemed magnified through the tears, and her eyes were puffy and red.

"You can't leave," she whispered, "you just can't."

"Lex, it's not my choice. I don't want to, but your mom doesn't want me around anymore. And it's probably the best for both of us."

She slowly walked down the steps towards me. I reached out for her and she hugged me and buried her face into my shirt and cried as if I were walking out of her life forever.