My Wife

Back before COVID, before MeToo, before Women's Studies, microaggressions and gay marriage boys from the Polytechnic drove across town to pick up girls from public school. A ride in car, treated to a hamburger at the local diner, give them a beer in the car on the way to one of the boys' lake house, the girls put out, if one of them, just one bagged a boy from the Polytechnic whether by an arrow in the heart or a baby in her belly, then more girls came out to be picked up.

That Friday afternoon we went to the Mexican part of town and picked up three girls. Her name was Ana, 16 the younger sister of Mariana who we had fucked before. We went to the A&W and then headed to my family's lake house. Ana was for me. Her tits were small, all of her was small, her bush thick black hair, her tone light brown like a nice tan, she trembled her eyes staring back at me. She said nothing.

I took my clothes off and told her to open her legs. Once on her our eyes came together and I changed my mind. I told her sister she was tight, good Mexican pussy. She was mine and she wasn't allowed to be given to another guy. Her father worked in my father's factory, she understood that mine meant mine, exclusively mine. When we picked them up, we talked in my room at the lake house. I was going to college in the fall, the only way to marry her was to get her pregnant.

I got married the week before I left for Notre Dame. She was moved to live with my parents and have the baby, and take correspondence school. My parents told friends and family she was Italian from the Catholic girls' school in town. I took her and our son to live with me when I went to law school. Only then did we have unrepentant sex. Her beautiful eyes, her small breasts, her small hips with her dark heavy bush transfixed me.

I was felled by an arrow. She gave me four children and her lifetime, I hope I have been worthy of her.