Offering my wife

Chapter 1 – the beginning

Let me say from the beginning that I am not proud of what I did. I don’t even know why I did it. I guess it was an acceptance thing. I got caught up in the moment and wanted to be a cool guy. A liberated husband. And I regret the situation and the outcome. If I had been able to foresee the future, I would never have let it happen. But of course, I could not know what was to come. Here is the story….

My beautiful young wife and I were celebrating our wedding, and our honeymoon. But it was not what I had in mind. We had been coerced into having a big expensive wedding by my soon to be wife’s family. Traditionally the groom is only responsible for picking up the tab for the rehearsal dinner. But her family did not have the money for the wedding, so I felt pressured to kick in for most of it too. That sucked up nearly all my saved cash for the special honeymoon that my girlfriend and I had hoped for. I will admit I was bitter about it and felt some resentment toward my girlfriend for not standing up to her family. Just about any time that wedding plans were discussed before the event I had to leave the room. I did not want to say anything that I would regret for the next 50 years.

So, we had the big wedding and reception. The drinks were flowing, and I could feel my bank account draining as every bottle of champagne was opened. Not to say I didn’t have a great time, but damn, I knew that at the end of this party was my honeymoon, and now it was going to be done on the cheap. When we were ready to leave the wedding, my wife tossed her wedding bouquet to the single girls in the room, and we scrambled to a waiting taxi. We had already changed clothes and our bags were loaded. The driver whisked us away to the airport to catch a flight to Mexico.

Let me describe my new wife, Tammy. She is a petite girl with shoulder length dark blonde hair that has some lighter streaks in it when she has been out in the sun.