Meet My Wife Series
- Genre: Steamy Stories (18+)
- Age: 18+
- Status: Completed
- Language: English
- Author: LiL A
Disclaimer: This book contains explicit scenes and adult language. Reader discretion advised.
I was leaning against the bar in a lively dance club, drink in hand, observing the energy on the dance floor, hoping to find someone to have a good time with that night. Whether it would be at my place, which happened to be a hotel room at the Hyatt Regency - Seattle, or her place, didn't make much of a difference to me. It was a Friday night, and the club was bustling with a crowd of people. I was on the lookout for an attractive companion, someone who stood out from the rest. I was a man on the prowl, searching for some excitement. And to top it off, my marriage had just been annulled, giving me cause for celebration.
Yep, I gave marriage a shot, but it barely lasted five or six weeks. I took the plunge, thinking it would bring stability, but it wasn't meant to be. Within the first month, I found myself cheating on my wife. I wasn't proud of my actions, but I owned up to it and told her that monogamy wasn't my strong suit. It just wasn't in my nature. Surprisingly, she forgave me and asked me to do better. Well, that lasted about a week before I found myself in another woman's embrace. She forgave me for that one too. Big mistake. Two days later, I was fooling around with her best friend. It was at that point my wife realized I was a lost cause. She kicked me out and forgave her best friend instead of me.
If my wife had known about all the other women I had been involved with in the week leading up to our marriage, maybe she would have had second thoughts. But technically, I was single at the time, so I didn't consider it cheating. Since our marriage lasted less than six weeks when the third indiscretion occurred, she opted for an annulment rather than a divorce. She didn't want the social stigma of a divorce attached to her name, so her father arranged for the annulment. I didn't care much about it. I didn't need any financial support; I had my own money.
Given the short duration of my marriage, I'm sure many of you are wondering why I walked down the aisle in the first place. It was her idea. She loved being intimate with me, and she wanted to ensure that I was hers and hers alone. She was skilled at it too, and that was the main reason I agreed to get married. My ex-wife was the only person I had ever met who could perform oral sex like a pro. But as you can see, that alone wasn't enough to keep me faithful.
So what was my claim to fame? Why did the wealthy WASP princess want to tie me down? It wasn't because of my stunning looks. I wouldn't say I was exceptionally handsome in the conventional sense. I was above average, but nothing extraordinary. However, I did possess a rugged charm and had a bit of a bad boy appeal, despite not truly considering myself one. Well, except for my inability to stay faithful. In terms of appearance, I could be described as a mix between a biker and a guy fresh out of prison. I didn't smoke, do d***** drink excessively, or pursue married women. But I considered everyone else fair game, and that added to my bad boy allure.
Now, I won't claim that I never got involved with married women besides my own wife, but not everyone wore wedding bands. Let's just say I never intentionally pursued someone if I knew they were married. However, that didn't extend to those who were engaged, in committed relationships, or had a steady partner. If they didn't have a ring, they were fair game in my eyes.
I was fairly tall and in good shape, standing at six-one and weighing 205 pounds, resembling a slightly shorter linebacker. Regular trips to the gym ensured that I maintained my physique. It was also a place where I encountered plenty of attractive women to have fun with, including my ex-wife.
When it came to size, I didn't have the biggest package in the world. I wasn't one of those guys with the ten, eleven, or twelve-inch monsters you might hear about. I measured a little under eight inches, but what I lacked in length, I made up for in thickness. My cock was considerably thicker than average. The head was nearly two and a half inches wide, tapering to two inches beneath the tip, and then widening again as it went deeper. It was almost as wide at the base as it was at the top. If you remember your geometry and the formula for the circumference of a circle (pi times the diameter), my cock was just under eight inches around at the head and base, and six and a quarter at its narrowest point. I couldn't wrap my hand around it, and my hands were of average size. My balls were proportionate, heavy and hung low. When I climaxed, it was like a forceful stream. Some women enjoyed the sensation of being flooded with cum. It all made for an impressive package, especially when presented properly, which the gym often helped with.
But it wasn't just about size; I also knew how to use it effectively. I had practiced tantric sex during my college days, allowing me to maintain an erection for an extended period. Plus, I had other skills to please my partners. I could even lick the tip of my nose with my tongue, so it wasn't solely reliant on my dick to satisfy women. In fact, they tended to appreciate the size of my shaft even more after my tongue had worked its magic. Perhaps the sheer volume of my manhood affected blood flow to my brain, because once I had an erection, all I could think about was where I was going to put it next.
By the way, my name is Bryce, though most of my friends called me Brick. I had black hair that was a little long and shaggy, brown eyes, and a perpetual five o'clock shadow that added to my bad boy image. As I stood there, coolly surveying the dance floor for my next conquest, a hot and sultry voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Buy me a drink, cowboy?" she said seductively beside me.
I turned to look at her, giving her a thorough once-over. How had she managed to catch me off guard and sneak up right beside me? She was a stunning blonde with captivating blue eyes, possessing a figure to die for and a face that matched, and she appeared to be under thirty. Perfect in every way, except for the wedding band adorning her left hand.