I can’t even imagine the thought of another man touching me let alone being intimate. I don’t know if he said that so he could feel less hurt if I did choose to step out, or what the hell was going thru his mind. I am sure it killed him to even say that to me, but I know it would have destroyed our relationship if I accepted. I find our relationship has only become stronger. There was absolutely nothing wrong with it to begin with, but I don’t know how to explain, it’s like we are all giddy and silly again. We have our cutie pie voices when we talk about silly sweet things, and our sensual voices when we talk about certain other things.
So 40-something years ago, when my aunt got married, my great grandmother gave her a dining room table as a present. It was the one her father (my great great grandfather) had given to her. It’s this old beautiful table and it had a bunch of leaves so you could extend it. My aunt loved this table, but their first house was to small to fit it in. So she asked my grandmother to store it. Anyway, time goes on and my grandmother moves the table into her “big room” (basically the room for when you have company) and the family eats at it at family gatherings. My aunt is a little peeved my gma did this without asking but lets it go since she couldn’t use it at least the family can enjoy it.
This had been a sore spot for years. I had no idea. We are every holiday meal around that table add a family. Grandad made extra leaves for the table as the family grew. i learned dominoes from my grandparents at that table. I had tea parties with cousins at that able. Then when i was about 24, we were planning how to set up the big room for a holiday. One of my aunts called the table my grandma’s and since no one in my family has a poker face, i knew something was wrong. I asked my mom and another aunt later what happened. They were surprised i didn’t know. You miss a lot when your one of the youngest grandkids.
Time goes on. My great grandmother told my gma to give it to my aunt a few times, but grandma had never been a great listener. I love her to death, but she really likes to get her way. So sometimes it was “i don’t remember your grandma giving it to you.” Sometimes “grandma definitely gave it to me, i mean, i am her daughter.” And sometimes it was “your house is too filthy to put that table in” (i love my aunt to, she’s creative and fun but also a hoarder like on the shows).
Wasn’t other people, it happened to me. I was in the garage where I work talking to a friend. I was asking him if he could lend me a thousand dollars, he said sure . But under one condition I said sure what was it, he told me he wanted a BJ I agreed. So here I was on my knees giving him what he wanted, just as he was blowing a load in my mouth the boss walked in. The boss said that’s what I thought you were and if you don’t want me to tell anyone. He was just pulling it out and said I had to do him as well, not that I minded it’s that know I have to do him 2 or 3 times a week or whatever he calls me. Top it off I don’t get anything from him, just a month full to keep him quiet.
In the beginning I was so embarrassed to talk like that knowing our calls are recorded, but now when I say the hot and heavy stuff I let the monitor know to brace themselves. I visit him every weekend and of course our multiple daily calls. I know the crazy amount of money I am spending on those calls, but they are worth every cent!! So long comment long, his little stint has taken our relationship to a whole new level that I was never aware existed, nor aware lacking. He gets out in 9 months, and to his credit has no infractions or tickets. He is taking all the classes he can and is enrolled with trade school, to not just pass time, but to make the most of his time.