Chapter 2
Jack
Recently, Katerina has been hinting that she is thinking of becoming a writer too. “Maybe you could show me the ropes. Maybe you could take me on a tour,” she suggests.
“And exactly what would you write about? You know that people say that you should write about something you know a lot about?” I asked.
“Oh Jack, you must have one hell of a life if you know about all the racy things you write about,” she purred. “I have had some experiences,” I chuckled.
“You mean that if you keep jerking off after you cum it would make you pee all over?” she asked referring to several of my stories where I have mentioned that.
“No it doesn’t work that way. The head of the dick becomes so overly sensitive that a person could never do that to themself.
It takes another person jerking me off to make that happen.
Meanwhile, I grasp the blanket beneath me like a lifesaver and my body jerks like it has electricity flowing through it.
“When my bladder lets loose, it ls like the top of my head blows off. As my dick fountains urine like a firehose, it is like the most massive climax I have ever had,” I explain it all to Kat.
“Damn, I’d love to see that. I’d love to do that to someone and see their body flopping around like you say,” Kat told me. As she left the room, I had to adjust the boner that swelled in my jeans while I explained that all with her. It has been quite some time since someone has done that for me.
My dick pulsated in my boxer shorts when I thought about what it might be like to let Kat do that to me sometime. When she left my den, her indecently short black gothic type skirt was so short that I could see half of her creamy white ass cheeks hanging out the back.
Kat has the milky white skin like you see on a lot of Goth people. Especially the girls. I often see that creamy white little ass since she wears all sorts of indecent clothes around me.
I have often wondered why it is that Anya has never said anything to Kat about the nasty clothes she wears. The one time I asked Anya about that, she told me that Kat is a young woman and expressing her individuality. “If she wants to identify as a Goth, that is her right,” she added.
Anya has no idea that I am having secret lurid thoughts about her 21 year old daughter. On top of that, Anya has been pulling away from me sexually and emotionally for most of the past year. She doesn’t even have lunch with me on the days I am at the college anymore.
On top of that, she has been coming home late from work one or two evenings each week. She has taken a number of weekend seminars out of state leaving without much warning.
It was a Friday afternoon when I saw something I should not have. At lease my wife wouldn’t have wanted me to see what I saw.
I had stayed much later than I usually do because a couple of students had very valid and probing questions about writing as a career.
I spent quite some time sharing what I went through getting my stories published in the beginning.
“If you can create a following, you will be well on your way,” I advised them.
After I closed up the tiny little office I am allowed as an honorary professor, I made my way out to the parking lot. I stopped dead in my steps when I saw what was right in front of me when I looked up.
Anya was in the arms of a very gruff looking man. He looks like he might be Russian. They were kissing. Then he groped her ass while she climbed into the back of his huge black limo with windows so dark you can’t see inside.
I just got to my Crysler 300 when I got a call from my cheating wife that had disappeared with the rough looking well-dressed man. She told me she was going on a symposium for the weekend and won’t be home till Monday after work.
“Remember to tell Alexi your boyfriend that you don’t like being fucked up the ass,” I said using the first Russian type name I could think of. I hung up before she could reply. I shut off my phone.
It was a lonely drive home. I now have an idea why Anya has been pulling away from me. I know why the pussy has dried up over the past year.
Part of me is glad that this was not because of something I did. But my stomach feels like a minefield knowing that my wife of two years is already cheating on me. I would never have guessed that my school teacher wife would do this to me.