Me and the Wife, Part one
lostcowboy
Registrant
Hi Lady's and gents, I have been thinking about trying to explain me and the wife for a while. So here goes. I have always had a hard time getting enough courage to ask a attractive girl out on the dance floor in a club. Being that I was in the navy, in San diego ca. teaching electronic. I quickly learned that all the female instructors were married or had long term boyfriends, and instructors were not allowed to date students. I had moved out of the barracks and was living with another instructor in his mobile trailer. He would take me to a local bar, what we in the navy call a pickup bar, but they did have a live band. I had been going there for about two weeks, and had no luck getting a girl on the dance floor, maybe due to how much alcohol it would take to get my courage up. Then this older lady ( not my wife, but this is the relationship just before meeting her) asked me to go home with her. I was about 25 years old and this lady was about 35 years old Filippo, this was the start of a three day holiday. For the first two days every-time I tried to get close to her she would reject me, so on the third day I felt that I had obviously misunderstood her, that she only wanted to be friends and nothing more. So I stayed on the couch and watched TV, and made no advances at all. That's when she jumped my bones, I think she just had to be in control in a relationship. She would only have sex in one position, me on the bottom and her on top, and just as soon as she got off, that was the end of the sex. I don't know why she didn't want to try for more than one orgasm, I hear girls can have more than one. So I would have to Finnish myself off. I never did have a orgasm with that woman. She had a ten year old kid, who I seemed to end up babysitting a lot, while she went out. About a month into this relationship, I found out that she had sex with at least one other guy as I came down with gonorrhea, yes I was not doing safe sex, this was back in 1982 just before the news of aids hit the streets. I still stayed in the relationship, I guess I was desperate. Then I learned from her husband that she was not divorced from him, just separated. That was the straw that broke the camel's back, I come from a broken home, so for me she is still married until the divorce papers are final. There was another lady living with her, who was having sex with two surface sailors at the same time, she would have sex with one for about 15 minutes and then sex with the other one. Just before I moved out I ended up having sex with her, and for the first time had a orgasm, I think it happened due to the sex position was the missionary one, and she asked me to move faster. I don't remember the pain of my rape, but I am always afraid that I will hurt a girl down there, so I was being to careful, when I speed-ed up all of a sudden, blam I had my first orgasm with a lady.
I moved back in with my instructor buddy, went on a diet, lost about five pounds, got some fancier cloths, no blue jeans, no tennis shoes, got leather ones, and read a book on shyness, and how to over come it. At the end of three weeks my friend dragged me back to the pickup bar. I still drank a lot, and was turned down by about six girls in my age group. I then got the ideal to go out side my age group, if one older lady could ask me out, why couldn't I. So I went looking for the oldest lady in the bar, that was my wife to be, a old Filippo lady. That book on shyness had said don't go looking for someone to go home with at first, just concentrate on asking them out on the dance floor, so that was what I had been doing all night with no success. But my wife, even though I was drunk by then, must of seen something she liked, as she accepted my offer and danced with me. She even offered me her telephone number, I never would have asked for it at a first meeting, but she gave it to me. We talked by phone for the next three days, then she asked me to her house, to eat dinner. I remember eating steak, and a six pack of beer. We ended up making out and having sex that night. Very shortly after that I had to move out of my friends mobile home, and rather than me moving back into the barracks she let me live with her in her apartment. After about six months she had a tumor, and had to be operated on, as this was the second tumor, they went ahead and had a full hysterectomy done, that was in 1983. I lived with her for two years, before the navy sent me to another electronic school and then on to another sub. I was very self conscious about the age difference between us, at first she said she was 45 years old, but later admitted that she was 55 years old. So she is somewhere between 25 and 30 years older than me. When you are on a sub they have all these group gathering that you go to, it's not like shore duty where you do your eight hours and go home to the wife. No my new crew mates would be seeing her and I didn't know what to think about it.
End of part one.
Take care,
Clifford
I moved back in with my instructor buddy, went on a diet, lost about five pounds, got some fancier cloths, no blue jeans, no tennis shoes, got leather ones, and read a book on shyness, and how to over come it. At the end of three weeks my friend dragged me back to the pickup bar. I still drank a lot, and was turned down by about six girls in my age group. I then got the ideal to go out side my age group, if one older lady could ask me out, why couldn't I. So I went looking for the oldest lady in the bar, that was my wife to be, a old Filippo lady. That book on shyness had said don't go looking for someone to go home with at first, just concentrate on asking them out on the dance floor, so that was what I had been doing all night with no success. But my wife, even though I was drunk by then, must of seen something she liked, as she accepted my offer and danced with me. She even offered me her telephone number, I never would have asked for it at a first meeting, but she gave it to me. We talked by phone for the next three days, then she asked me to her house, to eat dinner. I remember eating steak, and a six pack of beer. We ended up making out and having sex that night. Very shortly after that I had to move out of my friends mobile home, and rather than me moving back into the barracks she let me live with her in her apartment. After about six months she had a tumor, and had to be operated on, as this was the second tumor, they went ahead and had a full hysterectomy done, that was in 1983. I lived with her for two years, before the navy sent me to another electronic school and then on to another sub. I was very self conscious about the age difference between us, at first she said she was 45 years old, but later admitted that she was 55 years old. So she is somewhere between 25 and 30 years older than me. When you are on a sub they have all these group gathering that you go to, it's not like shore duty where you do your eight hours and go home to the wife. No my new crew mates would be seeing her and I didn't know what to think about it.
End of part one.
Take care,
Clifford
