I'll start by telling you a little about myself, and giving you some back ground on myself. I think it's important that you get to know me and understand me.
My name is Carl; my friends call me BigC, or driver. I'm just over six feet tall and I weight 215 pounds with dark brown hair and brown eyes. I drive trailer trucks for a living. Loading and unloading them keeps me in pretty good shape.
I've always loved women. Strange as it may seem, some of them even like me too. I never get enough sex. I'm one of those guys that are always horny. I can have sex three or four times a day. After I cum I stay hard and keep on going.
I'm kind of like that Timex watch that takes a licking and keeps on ticking. Well, in my case, I give a licking and a dicking, and keep on humping, and a pumping. I've been like this all my life.
My problem is, I'm married to one of those. Italian Catholic women that thinks sex is dirty, and only whores like sex. Good girls only have sex to make babies, and once in a while to make their husbands happy. These girls have these ideas drummed into their heads from childhood by their Mothers, Grand Mothers, and the Church.
I've tried everything; I can think of to work out this problem with her. We've talked it over, and over again. I've tried everything, I've brought her candy and flowers, and I've taken her out for romantic candle light dinners. I've even taken her to see those awful girlie movies. I've brought her naughty nighties. Nothing works with her, or women like her. These ideas have been driven into their heads, and nothing is going to change them.
Considering my sex drive this does not go over well with me. Needless to say, this has made my life miserable. I feel I'm only haft married. So I think its okay, for me to take care of my sexual needs, anywhere I can.
My wife comes from a huge Italian family. These people always got something going on, a wedding, or a party, for something, or other. They live for this stuff, and so does my wife. This is another big problem for us. I'm an introvert, and she's an extrovert.
These people just love sitting around, a table eating and bull shitting about all their important friends, and how much money they have. Of course all my wife's families are very important people, with great jobs, and lots of money. At least that's what they say!
Unbelievably these people, would rather be sitting around bull shitting about themselves, then to be home fucking. I could never understand that! I'm just a truck driver, that has to work for a living, and I'm from the wrong side of town. Consequently; these people think I'm a bum, or a thug. What can I say, they don't like me? And I don't like them and I think their all full of shit.
So I guess that makes us even. Not surprisingly; there have been many other very willing women in my life. These women come and go. I don't feel any guilt about having sex with them. In fact I'm very grateful for them when they come into my life. If my wife, was a real wife I wouldn't be doing these things. I guess she knows about them, but she doesn't say anything.
This is the story of one of those women very special woman.
Charlie and I have been friends since grammar school. I always though he was kind of strange. He's a tall, thin guy, with an easy going like able personality. All he seems to care about is fishing, drinking, and sometimes playing cards. He doesn't appear to have any interest in women, or sex, or anything else.
His wife and I were high school sweet hearts. We got along great, and we still do. Her name is Annie; she has a nice body, with small perky breast, with hard nipples a nice little soft ass and lovely legs. I loved to hold her by the ass and up against me, when we made out.
I guess you could say she is cute. She has light skin with dirty blonde hair, light blue eyes with very full kissable lips, and a little pointed nose.
She would stand in front of me, with her feet outside of mine, and get up on her tip toes, to wrap her arms around my neck. Her body would press against mine. Then she would tilt her back head back and a little to the side wanting to be kissed. I'd cover her lips with mine, and push my tongue in her mouth. I'd run my finger tips up and down her spine, and scratch her tail bone, as I caressed her ass. I would suck on her ear lobe. Sometimes I'd get brave and sneak a feel of her breast. I'd rub my thumb over her nipple. She would gasp as I did that. I'd get so hard. That I'd squeeze her ass and pull her tighter against me.
The head of my penis would brush over her bush, and slip between her soft warm thighs. The head of penis would rub against her clitoris. As I'd dry hump her. She would put her head against my chest, as her breathing got harder. I could feel little shivers going up and down her spine. I think she had mini orgasms this way. I always wanted to put my hand down the front of pants to feel and touch her vagina.
I was crazy about her. I wanted to put my hand over her vagina and play with her and give her an orgasm.
I didn't do it, because I was afraid her Mother was watching us, and she usually was. Annie was so ripe and ready. I knew if I could get her along. I could have her. I wanted her, so bad my cock hurt.
But Annie has many problems too, she's a spoiled little rich girl, she's lazy, and kind of bossy. When she doesn't get her own way, she pouts, and nags, and is a real pain in the ass. She gets most of this from her Mother.
Her Mother is the bitch from hell. She didn't like me at all. I was from the wrong side of town, and she though I was thug, or something. She was always watching me and Annie. Where ever we went, she went. Annie and I would be on the porch making out. Her Mother would come out, and sit down.
I think she was protecting Annie's virginity from me.
I was sure that, Annie was still a virgin, and if I broke her cherry. She would expect me too marry her. I didn't want to marry her, I wanted to be with her, to make love to her, to have sex with her, to fuck her, but I didn't want to marry her. Because I knew her Mother would make my life a living hell.
The only thing I could do was end the relationship. Before I got her alone, and broke her cherry. I'm really not a bad guy. Regardless of what her Mother thinks of me. I really did like Annie, and I still do. I wouldn't do anything to hurt her.
I introduced her to Charlie. I didn't think he would ever find a girl on his own. I wanted him to have someone special. l always felt that Annie was special.
Annie and I had remained friends after I stopped seeing her. We always got along good together. We could talk about anything, and everything, including our sex lives.
She wasn't happily married, she used to tell me. Charlie would rather fish than fuck and he's never home.
She told me about their sex life. She said," He doesn't do it to me any more, but when he did it, there was nothing special about it."
This surprised me, because she was so hot, when we used to make out on her front porch.
She told me, "The first time he did it to me it hurt, when He stuck his thing in me. Then he pushed it, in and out of me a few times, pulled it out and squirted his stuff on my thighs and abdomen."
I figured that I could have her, if I wanted too. OH How I wanted her. I wanted to teach her how good sex really is.
But she was still married to my friend Charlie. I didn't want to hurt her, or cause her problems. So I didn't try to take advantage of her.
My wife was out of town, for the weekend. One of her many cousins were getting married in another state. I had to work, and couldn't get the time off. In all honesty I was glad not to have to go, and to listen to their bullshit all weekend.
I had gone fishing with Charlie; we were drinking, and having a good time. Then we went to his house for pizza.
When we got to there, Annie was in a house coat. From what I could see, she was wearing one of those low cut white cotton nightie under it. This didn't surprise me. Annie is kind of strange.
