I met my first wife, Carole at a close friends house in the summer of 1980.  We hit it off and began dating over the next several months.  While we were dating, I was still having flings with other women, and in September, I proposed to Carole and she moved in with me, and planed to get married in the spring.  Now the sex was regular, and I thought I was done playing around with other women.  I thought so, untill around Christmas of that year, and Carole was at her parents house in Michigan, while I stayed home to finish up work.  I went to the office party, when one of the girls who worked there, and who I had had several sexual encounters with came up to me.  We made small talk and she even told me she was engaged.  It wasn't long before the conversation turned to sex, and before I knew it, her and I were back at my place and having wild sex.  After it was all over, she just got up and got dressed and left.  I felt guilty about what had happened, but I also had a great time too.  Carole never did find out about that night, nor the one the week before we got married. 

    Carole and I got married in May, and she got pregnant in August.  Sex slowed down during her nine months, and even over the last 3 months of her pregnancy.  I began seeing an old playmate I knew before Carole and I met, and we would meet several times a week, usually on weekends. Over the next two years, I fooled around with another woman who was married also.  Carole had taken our daughter to her parents one weekend for a visit, while I stayed home.  Stefanie, the married woman I was having sex with, came over that Saturday, and we spent the afternoon in bed. The biggest erection killer is a mans wife catching him in bed with another woman.  Well, to my surprise, my wife walked in on me and Stefanie going at it. Needless to say, Carole wasn't happy at all!  After that day, sex with Carole was not happening, and she even told me to move out of our apartment.  I did, and I moved in with a buddy of mine.  A few weeks later, I was handed divorce papers. and by October of 1982 my divorce was final.  

I have always supported my daughter, and I spent many weekends with her at my place and even though I screwed up with her mother, she is a beautiful, and smart young lady.