My Precious

I have been married for 13 years, my Riley (not her real name) and I have been lovers for 15 years. She will turn 30 in February.

I worked at a big box store with her mother and saw her waiting by the employee door. She was small, slight, skinny, looked younger than her 14 years, with big teeth and thick glasses and more freckles than skin. She slouched and wore a blah tshirt and jeans. I recognized her from the description her mother had given when she told stories about her "loser husband" and "retard kid" and how getting knocked up as a teen had ruined her bitch life.

(Just so you know, Riley was a honors student and earned a partial scholarship for her AP grades and I have no idea why that bitch kept calling Riley "retard" except to degrade her.)

You read in trashy romance novels about "love at first sight" and similar bullshit. But I literally could not (and can not) explain why I stepped up, bent down, and kissed her on the mouth. She was surprised but responded a few seconds later, and we almost sucked each other's lungs out.

We kept that up for a while then we heard screaming. It was Riley's mom, who came out in full ballbuster mode, called her daughter a whore and slapped her hard enough to knock her down. I slapped the bitch and picked Riley up and held her as she cried. The bitch screamed that if I wanted "some retard c**t" than I could take her.

I took her up on that offer. We stopped by her house to pick up some clothes and her father was there, passed out with a bunch of empty forties around him. We took just about everything Riley owned, which would have fit in one suitcase, and I took Riley home with me.

We spent a lot of time talking and I found Riley to be intelligent, sweet, and terrified of her own shadow. Her mother apparently thought terrorizing and screaming was good child-rearing technique. It took her a while to stop flinching. After we had a nice dinner we spontaneously started kissing again. When we relaxed a bit, she asked if I wanted her to hump me. When I asked "Huh?" she explained that her father liked her to straddle him when they were both in their "undies" and grind on him. She had been doing that with him since she was little and her mother beat her with a belt whenever she caught them.

My control slipped at that point and I pulled off her clothes and spent a couple of hours licking her and fingering her and rubbing all over her before I entered her. That was a Friday night we spent the weekend loving. I was a bit ashamed at first but I was quickly overwhelmed by my feelings for her. The bitch her mother confronted me Monday and made me pay $2000 (almost my entire savings) to sign the paperwork letting me become Riley's legal guardian.

Two years later we were married. Two months after our marriage we had our son, were told she would never have another child, and three years later we had our daughter. In all these years the only physical changes are longer hair and her freckles covewring more of her body - at 29 she still gets comments about not being allowed in R-rated movies. Her emotions have changed completely, and she's now happy and energetic and confident.

Her childhood has left a mark. She has a temper and hates that part of herself. And she lets the kids run around naked and dryhump her. She let our son "learn about sex" with her and has broadly hinted she wants our daughter to do the same with me.

I love Riley with all my heart but she's squirrelly.