This all started three years ago when I met Cindy Junior year of undergrad at Ohio State. I'm Blake. We're both from Orange, Texas.
We both knew some of the same people back home, and they knew we went to school together, so after being nudged by relatives and friends on both sides we started dating.
She's beautiful, funny, and I love everything about her.
Senior year everything was going so well, I decided to pop the question.
She said yes.
And that's where everything started leading me to this point.
I didn't have any ideas about the wedding... decorations, venue, etc.
Instead I left it all to Cindy, her best friends, and her bitch of a mother.
Cindy and her BFF fag Chad, who would awkwardly service as her maid of honor, (more on that later) basically did everything. It became apparent that they were planning a much larger, more expensive wedding than I'd assumed, or that we could afford for that matter.
I mean, with graduation coming, I thought it would've made more sense to do something simple at the courthouse in our hometown, then pay for dinner at a local restaurant for our closest family and friends.
I'm a simple guy from a humble, country family.
I grew up in Orange, Texas playing peewee, middle school, and varsity before getting recruited to Ohio State on a full scholarship for football. That's why I'm in such good shape. Though I go to the gym and participate in my team workouts, my 6'3" 210 physique is mostly due to good home cooked meals and tending to the farm.
Back in Orange, my weekends consisted of transporting bales of hay, tending to our family farm, and church.
Simple.
But SIMPLE wasn't the direction they were heading with planning this wedding... and I don't think Cindy was the culprit. Instead, it was her BFF Chad who she'd met freshman year.
Before me, it was Chad who she spent all her time with. They went to brunch, day parties, and weekend road trips together.
Then, sophomore year they moved off campus together. This wouldn't have been a problem but it was a one bedroom apartment!
This meant whenever I'd go over Cindy's for a little "Netflix and Chill," there was Chad, the weirdo theater kid, interrupting our couples vibe cuddled up on the couch to come into the living room to show her a silly Instagram video or gossipy screenshot from his group text.
What was even more annoying is the fact that Chad is an Ohio State cheerleader. So whenever we had an out of state game where we'd get to travel and I'd bring Cindy... there was Chad.
Anyway, the wedding went off without a hitch and we went into a lot of debt because of it.
Add that to Cindy's student loans and we were in over our heads.
While our plan was to get a home together, it just wasn't in the picture.
I'd lived in student provided housing all 4 years due to my scholarship paying for it, so it made sense for me to move in with Cindy and Chad temporarily.
Believe it or not, it actually started to work out, too.
Now that Cindy and I had graduated, it was time for us to find real, full-time jobs so that we could climb out of debt.
In the meantime, Cindy and I shared the bedroom and Chad slept on the couch.
The more I got to know him, he was actually pretty cool, and he kept Cindy out of my way and off my back.
On days I wanted to just chill and play NBA 2K on PlayStation, I could because they were out to brunch and shopping.
He had one year left, so he was on campus most of the day and Cindy and I were at home fucking like rabbits.
Eventually, Cindy got on with as a fellow with law firm and the light at the tunnel was starting to reveal itself. All that was left was for me to get a job, too.
As time went on, Cindy started to get a little pissed about the fact that she was going to work every day and I was staying at home playing PlayStation... or at least that's what she'd assumed I was doing.
But I wasn't... well, that's not all I was doing. I was applying for jobs all over the place. I just couldn't get an interview no matter how hard I tried, and when I did, I didn't get past the first interview. No call backs.
Then things took a turn for the worst...
The last thing we needed to happen, happened...
Cindy got pregnant.
Sure, she was excited to give me the news after she'd took a take-home pregnancy test from the pharmacy and followed it up with a doctor's appointment...
She was ecstatic.
Thrilled.
Chad was, too.
Me?
I was petrified.
How TF were we going to afford a baby?
And where was it going to sleep? In our little one bedroom apartment with our roommate Chad who sleeps on the sofa because I don't have a job?
I faked excitement for the first week... then month... then before you knew it she was in the third trimester.
She was now 7 months pregnant and it had been 7 months since we'd had sex.
It's as if she got pregnant and her sex drive went down hill.
There were nights I would literally beg her to have sex... or even just give me head.
Nothing.
She wouldn't even touch me.
My old trick of cuddling her from behind as Big Spoon while rubbing my throbbing cock against her ass did absolutely nothing.
So I resorted to porn and jacking off...
Or rather TRYING to Jack off.
I say this because I couldn't get any privacy at home. Either Chad was home walking in and out of our room to use the only restroom that was in the bedroom. Or Cindy was home.
I was bursting at the seams and it had been too long since I'd jizzed.
My balls were full at that point with no clear way to release.
I'd considered buying one of those pocket pussy toys, but without a steady paycheck, I didn't have the funds. All the money coming in was from Cindy at that point.
I found it a bit disrespectful that Chad would bring random guys over in the living room.
I mean, technically, it's his space, but still.
