Simple Explanations Are The Best

Starting some ten years after we got married my wife went back to her college social group, feminists. On spades. It distanced me, shut down conversation. I worked longer to get away, I got involved with a not so pretty woman in my office. Sex was intense, hidden. She wanted it, the more intense the better, she offered her rear end, grabbed my wet dick and rubbed her butthole with it, I positioned myself over her and just shoved in.

My wife was always self conscious about sex, hid herself from me. Was unavailable, felt it was a duty she hated. If we went a month without sex, that was a good month. Now here was a woman who welcomed sex, cock sucking, nudity, shaved her pussy to display her pussy. My wife didn't miss me when I went to Ana's apartment. How was work, that's as far as it went.

I was the embarrassed one, keeping up with Ana's appetite. For weeks, then months. Her time of the month was apologized for, she promised to make it up to me. My wife's time of the month lasted for weeks, anger in her voice for her suffering. Any discussion of a family was another attempt on my part to control her. Two women, as different as night and day.

We're talking a year after my affair with Ana was going on, I'm talking to my same age girl cousin with whom I grew up. I had already told her about Ana. That day I said to myself how could two women be so different. My cousin looked at me, with her down to earth wisdom, Ana likes herself, Veronica doesn't. There it was. How simple.