Rick’s Wife_(0)

Rick and I grew up in the same town, a half a mile from each other. We were best friends. We went to school, fished, rode bikes and hung out together at every waking moment. Rick was tall, tanned and athletic with wavy black hair and brown eyes. I was shorter, thin and blonde with petite features. When we went swimming, I couldn’t help but notice his huge cock when we got dressed in the locker room and I’m sure he noticed my smaller one, but was too polite to say anything. When Rick and I were teenagers, we would hang out by the river, drink beer and smoke a little pot. Rick and I were both interested in girls, but neither of us seemed to get lucky. After high school, Rick had a car and found dates, but none of them never seemed to work out for him until he met Kim.

Kim had graduated with us in high school. She was really religious and was always quoting the Bible. Rick had told me that many things about Kim bothered him, but he kept seeing her. He was an exceptionally horny boy, but she wasn’t giving him the sex that he craved. She would masturbate him in his car, but would not go down on him or give him her pussy, claiming that she was “saving herself for marriage.” Kim was very clingy and wouldn’t give him much free time. Finally, Rick told me that she had given in and let him fuck her by the river. She had felt extremely guilty of their “sin” and told him in no uncertain terms that she was not going to do it again until they were married. A week later, Rick told me that he and Kim were going to be married and I was devastated. When they lit the unity candle in her church, I felt as though I was loosing my best friend. I didn’t see Rick for days, but soon enough, he was calling me, complaining about Kim.

Rick and I had both gotten jobs working third shift in a factory. Kim worked days. Rick was happy to have me come over in the mornings, play some video games, drink a beer or two and hang out. Most times, I would leave before Kim came home because I couldn’t stand to hear their arguing. If I stayed, I had to listen to Kim yell at Rick for not picking things up and for making a mess, but she wasn’t any better. When I came over, each room in the house was messy and the kitchen was filled with dirty dishes. Kim could not cook and Rick made the meals or they ordered out.