Jen, Mikey and me
I was in the military and took an assignment overseas and I was somewhat pleased to leave my wife, Jen, and her daughter back in the states. My wife was a domestic terror who kept me under control by using my fear of her anger. My step-daughter was as pleasant as she could be and I missed her company. We probably bonded over our subservience to her mother and our efforts at family life were very much directed at keeping the peace.
Jen was in the military also and requested an assignment to my location and, within a few months, she and Michelle, her daughter who we called Mikey, arrived, and I guess I will admit I was now glad to see them. I had the my house on a quiet street off the base prepared for family life.
Jen and I had a tempetuous relationship, but the sex was awesome. My decision to stay with her no doubt considered the hot fucking was a reasonable trade-off to balance out Jen's outbursts. I decided after some amateur research into psychology, Jen had borderline personality disorder, for which neither therapy nor medication were very successful in treating per the literature.
We had met earlier in our careers when Mikey was tiny. Our wont was to get home, strip off our uniforms, and fuck. By the time we were sated, we just stayed nude in case the mood struck again and clothes were such a bother anyway. Mikey grew up in our dysfunctionsl relationahip which ended up in different corners of country eevery btwo or three yeard due to military requiremeents.
Therefore, it really was not too unsual for Jen and I to fuck on the couch, the kitchen table or in the bedroom with the door open. When Mikey was tiny, I remember thinking, "What is the big deal where we fuck? This is hot!" when my upbringing told me to be more circumspect and keep our sex lives confined to the bedroom as most families tend to do.
Over the years, between the nudity and the sex, there eventually came a tingling alarm in my brain growing larger and louder that Mikey with her growing mobility could see and process the sight of our nude bodies. Thankfully, we began to keep tlour sexual activities more private at my insistence to which Jen complained of how it spoiled her mood and desire for spontaniety, which also led to less sex overall. Jen thought I was becoming repressed, boring and controlling while I considered the behavior I wanted to promote was more aligned with my true personality which was ... I guess as Jen said ... was repressive, boring with a need to control my household and my marriage.
I knew it was stifling for the free spirit Jen and it led to more sex outside of our marriage for her. More sex and less of a need to hide her romantic affairs. Though, being truthful, it was not just affairs with a co-worker or neighbor. It was also spending the night out drinking and dancing with someone she just met and then come home dragging in next morning looking tiref and wor. Or simply fucking strangers in the restroom at the local tavern or sucking a cock or three in the dark corners of the same tavern.
Jen was in the military also and requested an assignment to my location and, within a few months, she and Michelle, her daughter who we called Mikey, arrived, and I guess I will admit I was now glad to see them. I had the my house on a quiet street off the base prepared for family life.
Jen and I had a tempetuous relationship, but the sex was awesome. My decision to stay with her no doubt considered the hot fucking was a reasonable trade-off to balance out Jen's outbursts. I decided after some amateur research into psychology, Jen had borderline personality disorder, for which neither therapy nor medication were very successful in treating per the literature.
We had met earlier in our careers when Mikey was tiny. Our wont was to get home, strip off our uniforms, and fuck. By the time we were sated, we just stayed nude in case the mood struck again and clothes were such a bother anyway. Mikey grew up in our dysfunctionsl relationahip which ended up in different corners of country eevery btwo or three yeard due to military requiremeents.
Therefore, it really was not too unsual for Jen and I to fuck on the couch, the kitchen table or in the bedroom with the door open. When Mikey was tiny, I remember thinking, "What is the big deal where we fuck? This is hot!" when my upbringing told me to be more circumspect and keep our sex lives confined to the bedroom as most families tend to do.
Over the years, between the nudity and the sex, there eventually came a tingling alarm in my brain growing larger and louder that Mikey with her growing mobility could see and process the sight of our nude bodies. Thankfully, we began to keep tlour sexual activities more private at my insistence to which Jen complained of how it spoiled her mood and desire for spontaniety, which also led to less sex overall. Jen thought I was becoming repressed, boring and controlling while I considered the behavior I wanted to promote was more aligned with my true personality which was ... I guess as Jen said ... was repressive, boring with a need to control my household and my marriage.
I knew it was stifling for the free spirit Jen and it led to more sex outside of our marriage for her. More sex and less of a need to hide her romantic affairs. Though, being truthful, it was not just affairs with a co-worker or neighbor. It was also spending the night out drinking and dancing with someone she just met and then come home dragging in next morning looking tiref and wor. Or simply fucking strangers in the restroom at the local tavern or sucking a cock or three in the dark corners of the same tavern.
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