My Marriage Was Just A Shade Below Being Arranged

Much because of my age and growing up on a small rural town I kept my behavior secret. Of course, it's a secret, except with the one you are behaving with. I started acting out with him when we were in the 8th grade. First it was strictly oral, but as time went on it became much more involved. More demanding. We kissed, and I suppose that's when the whole situation gets very involved. We kissed accidentally, after a party. It was a very long kiss.

You see, he was a black kid from the south side of town. We only met when we went to junior high. Back then white girl black boy was especially harsh. White boy black girl, well everyone knows that chocolate pussy is crazy. I swore I would never kiss him again. Period. I told him, there was no future for him with me. I was going to college and he was going to dig ditches for the water company. A black boy with a strong back. The truth was that there was no way he was getting into college, the grey matter just wasn't there. No offence, but it's true. Just let's say that I really liked sucking his dick.

I reiterate, he never stuck his dick in my pussy. He wanted to, but a black dick in my pussy? Never going to happen. I wish he hadn't kissed me.

In college I never dated. Not anyone, not once. I didn't want to. I was freaked out by the college guys, all they wanted was to get into my pants. I went to work after college and stayed with the same company for fifteen years. At 37 I went to lunch with a man, he was a vendor actually. Around 40 plus. After lunch in the parking lot as we were saying out goodbyes he grabbed me and kissed me on the lips, with tongue. What had he done? I shoved him back, or actually shoved myself back, he didn't move an inch. He called for me to get my ass back over there. Being kissed is terrible. Worse than kissing a dick actually.

He called me at work and told me to meet him at this Puerto Rican place, in the midtown area. I never went there and didn't know where it was, and I had never heard about it. I got lost and I was late. He said hello, but he was pissed. He took out pen and paper and made a T with Pros and Cons.

Age, tick. Hot, tick. College graduate, tick. Virgin? He looked at me, tick. Cook, tick. Iron?, tick. Budget management, tick. Housekeeping general? again he looked at me, tick. He wasn't interviewing me for a job, he was interviewing me for a wife. There were some cons, but he ignored them, he could teach me what I didn't know. The deal, stay single, drift into poverty as I got older, forfeit a family of my own, take care of my elderly parents. Or, get married. He wanted an answer right then, don't think about it. Sigh here. I almost didn't sign.

He gave me eight weeks to get things in order, a close wedding, in church with my parents and any other relatives I wanted to invite. Guest list 50 people, including his guests. He fronted the money. No special gown, at 37 I didn't wear a wedding gown. Just a nice dress. He wore a suit, a business suit. The preacher had to ask me two times if I took him for my husband, I swear I didn't hear the first time. But yes. The formalities over with, a small party and an overnight trip to New Orleans. I didn't, hookers freak me out.

In our room for the night, he opened the window and drew the curtains to the night air, he took the chair and sat with his back to the window. Slow and easy, imagine that I was putting on a show in one of those clubs he took me to earlier. Everything off. Now turn down the bed. Now lay on the bed. Now open your legs on the bed. I lost my virginity, or I gave him my virginity as a wedding g*ft.

My life is business as usual, except he funds the house management fund. I pay the bills. It's business as usual, aren't you going to get pregnant? I had my first at 39 and my second at 41. I don't work outside the house. It's a status thing for him, having a stay at home wife.