Life’s Strange Turns. Part 1

Life’s strange turns. Part 1
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Once upon a time, in a subdivision maybe not so far away from you, I (David) lived with my wife of 3 years. Jill was a California girl I met while I was getting my Master’s Degree. She was a doll, 5’6″ with an athletic figure of 125 lbs., long, strong legs, firm body, modest boobage, but perky with small, hard nipples and a very hard, firm ass. Stunning green eyes, nice ass, and other than the natural blonde hair on her head, she was completely hairless, having had all traces of body hair removed by laser treatment. First time I got a good look at her nude, I said “Wow!” about a dozen times.

Jill and I dated for almost two months before we started sleeping together, but when we did, it went very well. Once we got started, we had sex often, and we both enjoyed it tremendously, usually daily, sometimes several times a day. It was addicting. We grew to care for each other very much, and I asked for her hand in marriage after 6 months of living together. It seemed that we worked well as a couple, enjoyed each other in many ways, and of course, the sex was very good. We learned to give each other oral pleasure to completion, she learned to deep throat my thick 8″ cock and even swallowed my seed eagerly. Everybody said we made a lovely couple, with her 5’6″, 120 lbs. next to my 6’2″ and 180 pounds.

After the small wedding, and starting my new engineering job in Seattle, we rented a townhouse in a gated community not far from my work, and she found a job as an office manager in a doctor’s office. We joined a gym, played tennis, pickle ball and golf to stay fit. Jill suggested that I should also get my body hair removed, which I did. Pubes, under arms, legs, and all. After a year of saving up a down payment, we signed up on a 5 year old house in a subdivision built around a golf course that had tennis courts and a clubhouse with heated pools, both indoor and out, hot tubs, sauna, etc. We made extra effort to meet our neighbors, by walking and stopping to talk with them at every opportunity.

Jill and I had sex in every room of the house, sometimes with the curtains open, and even in the garage, once with the door open about 2′. The lights were out, but her car was blocking the view from the street. Another time, I’d backed my pickup into the garage, and I gave her a quick fucking on the tailgate. The garage door was open, the lights were on, and it was late on a Saturday morning. Sometimes, we joked about fucking in the car in the driveway, but the closest we got was a BJ, late at night after arriving home from a “date night”. I really wanted to fuck her on the hood of the car at 2am, but didn’t get around to it.

One day, I came home from a trip to the store with a cheap camping tent. It was a 10′ x 10′ dome, with a rain fly and cost about $30 on sale. Cheap shit. But it would work for what I had in mind. Jill and I set it up in the back yard, to make sure that all the parts worked, and to learn how to set it up. We slipped out into the tent at around midnight, carrying piles of quilts and blankets, wearing only bathrobes. I quickly removed the rainfly, leaving the mesh top open on a beautiful clear night. With no moonlight, but a million stars in the sky, it was magical. We fucked like rabbits all night long, with only the stars for light. The groans and shrieks probably interested any neighbors in earshot, but nobody ever said a word. Exhausted, we wrapped ourselves in blankets and slept naked until awakened by the sunlight. We resolved to go camping for real. Things were going very well!

On our 2nd wedding anniversary, we started talking about having kids, decided on how many we wanted (3!), and even the names we’d give them. We were both very excited and positive about this step in our lives, and she went off the pill. As our 3rd anniversary approached, Jill told me she was late for her period, and we were super excited. Jill started shopping for baby clothes and we started planning the nursery and child-proofing the cupboards and stuff like that. Life was good. Even the dreaded morning sickness didn’t cause a whole lot of grief. Two months into the pregnancy, she lost the baby. I took her to the ER, and then to the doctor’s office. We tried again, and again Jill was soon pregnant, but after about 3 months, she miscarried again, despite doing everything right…no pills, no alcohol, no vigorous exercise, just a little walking and some girly exercise routines suggested by her doctor. Only an occasional BJ and pussy licking session.

Test after test revealed that she would never be pregnant again, and she was extremely depressed.