"What are you doing?" I asked.
I felt his tongue slip into my pussy. He started sucking.
"God stop that!"
He groaned and sucked harder until I forced his head away.
"Go on let me clean you out," he panted.
"No it's gross. Stop it now!" I hissed.
"Go on Amanda."
"Christ we've just had sex, and you want to...."
He came up from below the sheets. I could see his face moist with juice from our first fuck as husband and wife.
"Its sick I don't want you doing that."
I went to the bathroom of our hotel suite. I sat on the loo. Our honeymoon night and I was wondering if I had married the wrong man!
4 months later he asked me if I would tease him. He wanted me to humiliate him. He asked if I would pretend I had a lover. He wanted me to bitch at him about his lack of prowess in bed. He said it would turn him on if I told him I wanted to sleep around. He spent the night on the couch!
3 months after that he asked me if I fancied anyone else! And if I did would I do anything about it? His cock was in me as he asked me this. I just kept quiet hoping he would finish and shoot as soon as possible. I slapped his face and he went to the spare room.
Now I'm not a prude, but I was beginning to wonder how long we were likely to last. I know some men love the sorts of things my husband goes on about. I just didn't know HE liked them!
His ex-wife had told me that we wouldn't last. She said I wouldn't be able to cope with his kinky games. At the time I thought she was trying to split us up so I ignored it. Although they had split up 3 months before I met Jeff, his ex was telling everyone that he would have gone back to her, and it was me who wouldn't let them have a second chance. All this was nonsense, because I asked Jeff and he told me he never wanted to go back to her. Now what complicated things was their son. I was painted as the nasty lady, and she wouldn't let Marcus anywhere near his father while I was around.
Jeff and I met when I was 20, at that time I had just split up from a 2 year relationship. Within 4 months of dating Jeff we got married. A short time I know but everything seemed right. Jeff was older than me at 37, but he was kind and we seemed to get on fine. The age thing wasn't really an issue at the time; even though several friends told me not to marry him, I wouldn't be swayed. His mother objected quite strongly at first, but she soon realised I was determined. Although now maybe she was right!
We got passed our first wedding anniversary, but by that time I was thinking about a divorce. Then I had a phone call quite out of the blue. It was Hazel his ex.
"So you made it past the first year then?" she snapped.
"What do you want?" I replied tentatively.
"I just want my husband back where he belongs."
"He's my husband. He doesn't want you," I said angrily.
"Oh is it true you wouldn't let him lick you on your wedding night?"
I slammed the phone down shaking with rage and shock. He must have told her that. I had never told anyone. Why would he tell her?
I put the itemised phone bill down. There it was in black and white, the times and duration of his calls. 18 calls in a month, the longest was just under an hour! He confessed to everything that night. He sobbed and apologised. We spent the next few nights in separate beds. I just ignored him all the time we were at home. We muddled through for the next couple of months, but I was sure our marriage was over. Jeff was now acting like nothing was wrong. I had let him back into my bed. We hadn't had sex for a few months, and after a night out where I got quite drunk, he was between my legs. I couldn't pretend anymore. I had no respect for my husband.
"God you are good shag!" he groaned.
That was it! I snapped.
"Better than Hazel?" I spat.
He looked down at me, and he began pumping harder! I couldn't believe it, my question was supposed to hurt him.
"Stop, for god sake, stop!" I screeched.
He just kept fucking me. His mouth dropped open and he began to breathe harder.
"I want a divorce!" I screamed.
He just stopped and looked down in bewilderment.
He moved out into a rented flat 2 weeks later, and my life was my own again. With hindsight marrying Jeff had been a mistake. Perhaps I should have listened to those that had told me so before. He said I could have the house as it was my mothers anyway. She had left it to me in her will. I sorted out the divorce 2 months later, and Jeff told me he would sign. He had changed. I suppose this was to be expected. But he missed work and let himself go. I tried to talk to him but he told me to keep away from him, understandable due to what had happened. Even though we were getting a divorce I still cared about him.
One night I was at home and answered the door to the police. I rushed to hospital. Jeff had been in an accident and was in bad shape. His car had skidded off the road, and he had been drinking, heavily.
After a few days he came round and I visited him in hospital. I had tears in my eyes as I looked at the tubes and cables that he had all over his body. I sat crying in his room. When he opened his eyes he looked at me.
"What do you want? I'll sign the divorce papers when I can move my arm."
"I've put the divorce on hold, don't worry about that," I said, as tears ran down my face.
"Why do you think I'll leave you something in my will?"
I was asked to leave by a nurse, as I was upsetting the patient.
After 2 months in hospital he had to leave. He couldn't walk, and according the doctor it would take 6 months or longer before he could start trying. I realised he couldn't manage on his own, and the only thing that seemed realistic was to let him back with me. I knew it would be difficult for us both, but I couldn't stand the thought of him struggling in his flat.
So there I was 22 years old and looking after my husband. Jeff was 39 now and I hoped we could get through living together until he was able to walk.
I had converted the dining room into a bedroom for Jeff, with a portable telly that he could watch when he wasn't in the lounge.
From time to time when I changed him he would get an erection. This was due to the pills he had to take so the doctor said. I would ignore it as best as I could, but I think he seemed to make it more obvious when he had one. Then I started finding wet and soggy tissues in his bin. I knew what it was but I just turned a blind eye.
His attitude had changed to. He would call to me and ask for things more and more. He knew he was starting to annoy me, and just a month into him being back I snapped.
"So are you dating anyone yet?" he asked, as I changed his bedding.
"No."
"Why not?"
"I just haven't that's all," I answered.
"You've had your hair done. I bet people have noticed. Mum said you seemed to be making more of an effort."
"Oh did she now?" I said indignantly.
"You know it's OK if you want to. I bet you've had offers."
"Jeff I'm not going to start dating anyone yet."
