Falling in love with a Lifestyle
I was 22 and had met the girl that would become my third wife. Don’t read anything into that in the wrong way. I was a night club DJ in the mid to late 70s. I was really out there and never realized how much further that I could, and eventually would, go. I was separated from my second wife and I was seeing Joanne for about four months. When we started seeing each other, we both knew that there were other people in our lives, but she couldn’t handle me seeing anyone else, so we made a promise to each other to become exclusive with each other. We were both lying, but I was better at it. One day one of her, so called, friends told me that Joanne was at this guy’s house that I knew she was seeing before the pact. I drove to the house and waited for about twenty minutes. I have to admit that I was pissed, regardless to the fact that we were both doing it, but she was caught. When she came out and was walking down the street, she didn’t see me. I slowly drove up to her and tooted the horn. She looked over at me and the look on her face was indescribable. I shouted, ” Get in the car!!!” She came over and got in and I started on this endless rant about how I trusted her and how I couldn’t believe she would do something like this. She sat there, as I continued my dumb-assed babble, looking out of the passenger side window, with tears streaming down her face, not saying anything. As I kept on, I looked over at her and, I don’t know where it came from, I swear, I said. ” I am so turned on by you right now.” She turned and looked at me and said, “What?” In a very sad voice. And I said it again, I’m so turned on by you right now.” She says, “What are you talking about?” And again, I said it, I’m turned on. I know it sounds crazy, but, I can smell the sex coming off of you. I know what you were doing, and it’s turning me on.” She then says, “You’re crazy.” And I said, “Yeah, let’s go to my apartment.” She says, Are you serious?” She or even I, didn’t know how serious that I was. Talk about your dick being hard in times of twenty-nine, I was so hard, my pants were hurting me. I had to unzip my pants, open the button and pull my dick out. Hell, thinking back on it, I probably broke a few speed limits. She says,”Are you really serious?” I’m like, “Joanne, I’m more turned on than I could ever remember. Come here and let me smell your face. She looked at me with her eyes squinted. “You’re serious, aren’t you?” Me, “Move closer.” She slid over closer to me and I smelled her face and then I kissed her. The next move she made is making my dick hard even now as I’m writing it, she unzipped her shorts and pulled her shorts and panties down, took my hand and put it on her juicy, wet, cum filled pussy. You didn’t know it, but I had to stop typing for about five minutes. You can probably guess why. Anyway, when we got back to my apartment, she says, “Let me go take a quick shower.” To which I say, “No, I want you now.”Joanne and I did a lot more over our seven years together, and I must admit, the deeper things became in my life, she wasn’t a part of, she was the start. Fellas, the only people on this planet that can validate you as a man, is a woman. The numerous adventures in life were and are, all thanks to women. I’m no Don Juan or Casanova. I don’t have any cool or slick words, I’m just a very fortunate guy that so many women has taken on a ride for the history books and all praise and thanks go to them.