Chapter7

The next day, I took Sally to this all-in-one entertainment center. I took her to the Italian bistro where we had pizza, then I took her to a chick flick at the theater in the same mall followed by some cool night life at the disco after which I took her for desert at the small pastry shoppe before I took her to my place where we made slow, soft love until the sun came up. When we woke up, we made love again, each time being careful to withdraw before busting my nut. “How come a sexually active girl of your age is not on the pill?” I asked really not liking the pull-out method. “I gave up on men just before we met and trust me this was a surprise.” She replied, it was a story I’d heard before, more times than I cared to remember. “No problem, just get back on so we don’t have an accident. She agreed and it was time for me to get ready, work was the next day.

My life had changed, that much was plain but the extent and the speed at which those changes were to occur was yet to sink in. I’d been at work for hours when I got a phone call. It was Sally, she wanted to invite me to lunch. She still lived with her parents and grown siblings; I really did not want to intrude. She assured me that it was fine and that I was welcome. Then I tried that since she lived so far from me, if I went for dinner, I’d get no sleep. She had that covered too, she said that I could sleep in her room. I really felt awkward, I’d never met these people and they invited me to sleep over, in their daughters room no less. I asked about that, but she assured me that it was fine, so I accepted. I stayed over that night, and she never let me leave. By the end of the week, I was moved into her house. It was serious enough so that I was thinking of the possibility of marriage but when she told me she wanted my child it gave me pause. I was thirty but hadn’t planned on getting married until I was 35. Sally was already pushing 29, being of Mediterranean descent, I knew that marriage took at least a year, followed by a couple of years of freedom as a couple. That meant the soonest she would get in the family way would be 33, any later for a first pregnancy could be risky. I had a hard decision to make, I either had to sacrifice the next 5 years of my life to marry her or I had to break up with her and leave. It wasn’t fair to keep her hanging at that age, if she was 25 that would be different, she could wait. My mind was more on that than my job at work. I asked the opinion of several trusted colleagues, and they thought I was the most honorable man they knew; they couldn’t offer me much in the way of help but just talking about it helped.

That night I told Sally that I was going to my place, that I needed to think. She understood and reluctantly relented. I really liked my independence, but a question rose in my mind, how many pussies do I need to eat? This question popped in and out of my mind every so often over the last year or so. The truth is that I liked Sally, she was petite, sexy, saucy, straight to the point, neat and clean. I wasn’t sure I could be faithful to one woman, but she was a whore, easily as slutty as I was. That was also very appealing to me, so I decided that I would let her lead, at least at first, and we could start from there. If I didn’t like where it was going I could always steer the relationship in a direction where we would both be happy. The fact that she was not a brain-dead person of no means and brought real value to the table. Over several pots of coffee, I made my decision, I knew that nothing was guaranteed but if I turned away this woman, I’d likely end up with some broke assed idiot or alone. I would go for it. No sooner that I decided than my phone rang, for the first time I was actually fearful to answer, It could easily be some other girl I’d been playing with. I didn’t want to cheat on her. Wow, I thought, she got under my skin deeper than I thought. I picked up, it was her, “Hi cookie, I know you need to think. But I just wanted to hear your voice.” I replied, “No problem honey, can I come tomorrow, I did all my thinking.” Her voice was fearful. “No, I want to see you now, can I come over?” “Absolutely” I replied relieved. I knew that she was afraid that I’d want to break up, so many guys have let her go. She was ringing my doorbell so soon, I thought she took a rocket. I hugged her and kissed her warmly, made coffee and sat across from her. “This is not the right way to do this but I really can’t put our lives on hold while I get into a more traditional position. Sally was white as a sheet of paper. ‘You said you wanted a kid, you’re already up in age for a long engagement and I made it clear that I must be married to a woman before I father her young ones.” She wasn’t crying but the tears were just behind her eyes. “Don’t cry, this just means that I have to move up my plans to include you. I should have a ring for this but the timing sucks. Will you marry me? All I want.” Is as far as I got when she jumped on my lap and squeezed me hard enough to break my back. “Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you” She said her tears flowing hotly on my neck. “OK but after we get married I want 2 years with you before we settle down with a child.” She agreed and told me to give up my apartment and move in with her and her family. I was impressed with her thought process after all, I lived in the biggest flesh pot in the city. The next several months flew by. As they are wont to do in these situations, the small cracks and the full, often not pretty, sight of how you are about to spend the rest of your life come into full view.

When Sally and I became a thing, she asked if I would continue seeing other women. I said that I was going to follow her lead in this matter. No more Teri? Sally asked hopefully, “No more Teri.” I replied smiling. “This is a 2 way street, were open or were closed as far as our relationship goes. If you want to screw around, go ahead but do not stop me.” She looked shocked at my honesty, “No, I want just you and me.” She said finalising that she wanted a closed marriage. That would have been fine if the phone didn’t ring off the hook with all the guys she used to screw around with. One day after work, I came home early to find her with this guy. Now, in all fairness they were dressed and not up to anything and her mother was there and apparently had been all day. But damn that wasn’t the point! How would she feel if she caught me alone with another woman? Someone that I had slept with frequently as obviously the chemistry between those two betrayed that fact. “I don’t blame you pal but get out and never let me find you alone with her again.” He was going to give me attitude and I was going to split his skull open, and Sally knew it. “Get out Danny.” She said sternly and he did. I sat across from my soon to be ex fiancé took off my ring and tossed it across the table to her. “You 2 faced bitch! I lost contact with every girl I knew and slammed the door on all others because that’s what you said you wanted, not me, you! She was crying, apologising and assuring me nothing had happened. I corrected her, something indeed happened, she killed my trust. I’m sorry! She bellowed. She just didn’t get it; I didn’t care if she slept with the guy. She went behind my back! The relationship we had to this point is over and done. She went into hysterics, obviously she had little experience dealing with real adult situations. “Isn’t there something? Anything? It just can’t die like this.  I thought a minute, I was as mad as Hell at her, but I saw her point. “As you said you wanted it is over, you can’t respect your own rules. This has been building a while, all these guys calling you and you never shut them down, you never start or end the call with ‘Oh, I’m engaged and were exclusive.’ I always do but you like to keep them on a hook, so you keep hanging on. And this guy I just showed the door, this is just the start. It’s only going to get worse and more inappropriate and trust me the angry fights will go on day or night. If we can’t fix it, we have to go our separate ways or it would be Hell.”

“So, what do you have in mind.” She asked more composed now that we were looking for a solution.

“A simple analysis would render this situation wide open. Look Sally, you, like me are a whore. You sleep around as naturally as you breathe.

 Let’s decide on rules and boundaries and open our relationship. We can sleep with anyone we want anytime together or as singles with no blowback from each other.

“You want to do that with me?” she asked in a small voice.

“It’s that or nothing. This way you get it all and not only can you visit guy friends, but you can also freely go to bed with them without judgement. Now how about a few simple rules to keep things clear moving forward.” “Such as? She asked interested.

For starters, I am a pro choice person, but my choice is always that the baby live therefor.

    you can take it as law that any baby coming from your belly is automatically our child regardless of who donated their sperm to your egg. I will adopt the baby at birth as I would if I could ascertain that the child was the product of a union between you and I.

    STD’s happen, you hate when guys use rubbers and enjoy the splash in your belly. I hate condoms, refuse to use them and love putting my slash deep inside every girl I fuck.

Trust me, STD’s happen. If an STD goes through us, no blame, no drama. We take our anti-Bs and recover until we can go back to it.

Last, we don’t play at home, we keep it outside until we know the ropes, then we can make more informed decisions at that time.

Sally was not only listening close, but she was also actively digesting the meaning I was trying to convey. I was silent while Sally processed the information I had presented. Sally’s eyes betrayed her disbelief. “Does this mean if I have a questionable or worse a no question about it I’m pregnant and you are in no way bio doner that you will father the child like its ours?”

“It is ours; you are my wife; your babies are my babies.”

“I agree with this, all of it.” My fiancé agreed and the greatest part of my life was about to begin. I hugged her and kissed her. “Are you sure?” She tried. “Babe, you’re going to look great with strange cock in your mouth, lots of strange cock.” Her eyes got wide. “Make like an onion honey, peel. I’m going to get a camera; you are going to need some glams and nudes to get the word out. She said something under her breath, and I looked at her, she got quiet and started to undress we went all over the place taking photos of her to put what she had on display.

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