Manny was always a good looking kid. His Mother had named him Manuel, but his classmates dubbed him Manny in the first grade. His Mother was second generation Mexican and his Dad was second generation Guatemalan. He was just under six feet tall and weighed 184 pounds. He wasn't muscular in a weightlifter body style, but more of a swimmer or soccer player body style. He never had problems getting dates, and always dated the hottest girls in his school. And when he graduated from college, he returned to town and began dating Debbie.
Debbie graduated a year after Manny and was considered the hottest girl in her class. She was about 5'5" tall and had a very nice 34-24-34 body with 'C' cup breasts. She had long blond hair and a friendly and outgoing personality.
They seemed like the perfect couple. Manny was a local high school teacher and soccer coach and Debbie was a nurse. It was on the second date that Manny and Debbie landed in bed at his apartment, and their sex life took off from there. Debbie was a moaner and a screamer so Manny always knew he was doing a great job keeping her happy and sexually satisfied.
Debbie did any sexual act that Manny wanted without question. She wore whatever he wanted her to wear. Manny's friends thought he had hit the jackpot - a hot woman who loved to fuck and did whatever he told her to do.
Manny stopped in the local bank to get some cash one day and noticed that the teller was named Kathy. She smiled at him and he returned her smile. He noticed that she was kind of short and only average looking. Her breasts appeared smaller than Debbie's; maybe a 'B' cup. And when she walked away from the teller's window, he thought she had a nice waist, but a larger than normal ass. Her skirt was kind of tight, but it was an inch or so below her knees.
Since no one else was in her line, they spent a couple of minutes talking after his transaction. He couldn't understand why, but his cock was beginning to get erect as they talked. "What the hell is going on?" he thought to himself. "I'm going home to a woman that makes Kathy look like a dog, but here is my cock getting hard."
Over the next few weeks, he made it a point to avoid the ATM, and instead, stop and visit Kathy. Eventually, he asked her if she would have a drink with him after work. "Why do you want to have a drink with me?" She asked him.
He paused for a minute and then said, "I don't know. It just seems like the right thing to do." He thought to himself, "That was pretty fucking lame, Romeo."
"Maybe some other time," she said.
Manny was stunned. Rejected by this woman? He knew he was out normally of her league. And she turned him down.
But he didn't give up, and four weeks later, she finally consented to have a drink after work with him. As they sipped their drinks, he discovered that she was three years older than his 23 years. She was divorced and lived in a small apartment near the bank. She had worked at the bank since graduating from high school eight years ago. They had burgers while they were talking and then Manny offered to drive her home.
She asked if he would like a final drink at her apartment and he quickly agreed. His mind was in turmoil. What was it about this woman that kept his cock jumping around in his pants all night? He knew he should leave and go home to Debbie, but he found he just couldn't leave.
It took him almost a half hour to get Kathy out of her clothes and into her bed. He immediately noticed that her legs were OK, but couldn't compare to Debbie's legs. As he guessed, Kathy's breasts were much smaller than Debbie's 'C' cups. Her short brown hair was different than Debbie's long luscious golden locks. She didn't kiss as well as Debbie and there was nothing special about their lovemaking. Kathy was a quiet lover.
After the first time, he was addicted. He used every opportunity to spend time with Kathy. He took her out to dinner and then they went back to her apartment, where they would strip and spend the next hour having sex. She moaned quietly and never screamed.
He spent less and less time with Debbie and finally, told her that it was over. She was crestfallen, and asked him why. And had she done something to cause their breakup. She pleaded with him, but he wouldn't change his mind. After breaking up, Manny spent all of his after work time with Kathy. Kathy rarely got excited about anything, although she appeared to enjoy their sex, and he could tell that he made her cum.
Kathy's few friends told her many times how fortunate she was to have a hunk like Manny for her boyfriend. In private, none of them could figure out how she did it. They all knew that she was nowhere near hot enough to be with him.
Manny couldn't understand what it was about Kathy that was so appealing to him. She wasn't as pretty as Debbie. Her legs weren't as nicely shaped as Debbie's. Her breasts were smaller, but her ass was bigger. Debbie had a much better personality and was a much better, and wilder sexual partner. But for some reason, he couldn't resist Kathy and he didn't know why.
Over the next year, Manny asked and pleaded with Kathy to marry him until she finally agreed. They honeymooned in the Caribbean, and Manny was able to convince Kathy to wear minimal clothing while there. She looked good, but not as good as Debbie would have. One night he fucked her on the beach when it was dark, and another time, he fucked her on their second floor balcony knowing that a few people were watching from down below.
When they returned from their honeymoon, they settled back into a routine or working and fucking. Manny was never bored even though Kathy was only an adequate lover. She rarely stepped out of her comfort zone and never yelled or screamed.
Eight months after the marriage, Manny began coaching his high school soccer team. The first few nights when he got home, Kathy was watching television and his dinner was waiting in the oven. But then on the fourth night, she wasn't there, but his dinner was still in the oven. She came home an hour later.
"Where you been Honey?" He asked.
"Oh, just running some errands. Did you get your dinner?" He nodded his head. "Well, I think I'm going to ake a shower and go to bed. Good night."
By the time he got to bed, Kathy was sound asleep, so he didn't wake her for sex.
Kathy was home after the next soccer practice, but not for the one after that. When she got home an hour later, she looked kind of flushed and her blouse was buttoned crookedly. Once again, she went straight to bed.
