WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 60: PAIN AND PLEASURE (2)

CHAPTER 2

This is my life now. This is the life that I deserve. It all started so small and harmlessly. Thinking back now I can hardly believe that a ridiculous fight with my husband was the beginning of my afflictions. A fight that, as it turns out, was the beginning of the end. It started with him stumbling in at 4 o’clock in the morning after a night playing poker and drinking as much as he could before he had to come home. He woke me up as he was stumbling around trying to get into bed.

I was at my boiling point because this seemed to be a very common occurrence, especially in the last year. As we got into a yelling match, he said the words that neither of us could ever possibly take back, “Your problem, Nicole, is that you never go out! You never try to make friends! You never want to do anything without me! I just wish you would be more independent! You need to get a life of your own and let me do what I want!”

When Brian said those words, it cut me like a knife. He knew that I had given up all of my friends so that I could completely give myself to him, to be the wife every man would want. Most of these friends were men, but I had a few very close girlfriends as well. I’ve always had an extremely active and exciting sexual life. I had always given freely of myself whenever it felt right. I had given all of it up for Brian so that he would be able to love me as much as I loved him.

 Brian never liked my type of friends. He was never very fond of the fun- loving, free fucking people that I surrounded myself with. Once I started dating Brian, I saw my friends less and less. When he decided to propose, I had barely seen my friends for a whole year.

I truly loved him even though we were complete opposites. Our romance was like something out of a movie; we fucked all of time and it was incredible and passionate. He was able to keep me grounded in the real world, and I was able to help him rise above it. I knew that there were things I would have to give up, things I would sacrifice if I chose to be with him forever, and I was willing to give any of it up for him.

He told me that he never wanted me to work, especially once we got married. Brian made it clear that he expected me to stay at home and do the things that a respectable wife is supposed to do. He had dreams of me getting pregnant and having two children. He had always said that he wanted 2 children. Hopefully, one boy, the eldest, of course, and one baby girl, one pretty and perfect, little baby girl. After about a year of trying, I still wasn’t pregnant.

We went to the doctors that had been suggested to us. We both had all the proper testing done. Every test in the book was run, from blood tests to biopsies. After waiting weeks upon weeks for the tests, the results were what I had feared, I couldn’t get pregnant. There was simply no chance of me ever bearing any children.

 Learning this, I tried my best to give him the life he wanted, the life I truly felt he deserved. I offered to get a divorce so that he could have a happy family. He deserved a wife that could offer him everything that he ever wanted.

He refused, telling me, “I’m sure that we will work something out. There’s always adoption.”

He made me so happy and I felt incredibly loved, but it didn't take very long before those words became a distant memory. Weeks became months and months became a year. He never brought up adoption again. Every time I made an attempt at broaching the subject, he simply shut me down by changing to discussions on the weather or simply ignoring my attempts at talking to him.

I became amazing at cleaning house, thinking that somehow I could make up for my shortcomings. Being alone seemed so natural at this point as Brian came home later and later and even started taking optional out of town trips for his company. When he was home, he was completely indifferent to me. The only time he ever seemed happy was when he went out and got shitfaced with his wild pack of friends.