1. A deal with Lucy


    Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: True Story, Anal, Wife, Author: Daniel S, Rating: 85.4, Source: sexstories.com

    I guess everyone has been in a relationship that was going nowhere, but they were too lazy to break up. That’s where I was with Lucy. But I can’t say it was difficult to stay with her, either. I stayed with her for the same reasons I noticed her in the first place – namely that she was smoking hot. Slim, blonde and petite at only 5’3”, Lucy attracted attention wherever she went. She was also unfailingly kind, generous and loving. So it hurts me to say that she really only had one big failing - and you’ll think I’m being unkind here – but she was really not too bright. I know lots of people will think that they could live with that, no problem. But when you actually live with someone like that for 3 years, little things begin to grate. Little things like her conversation. She took zero interest in current affairs, and probably wouldn’t even be able to name a politician. She took zero interest in travel, and was happy to revolve her in own little world – the same circle of friends, the same places, the same conversations. In fact she took zero interest in many things, and I quickly came to realise that she had only very limited ambitions for her own life. She would probably have achieved everything she ever wanted once we married and had kids. Not only that, even these limited goals weren’t something she’d thought of herself, but just something she saw other people doing. After 3 years together I still found her attractive. But, not surprisingly, our sex life couldn’t really ...
    be described as adventurous or imaginative. I would have liked it to be, but that was probably ambitious when only one of us had an imagination. Instead we settled into a routine of standard “missionary position” sex when Lucy wasn’t too tired. You’re probably thinking that with someone so hot that this wouldn’t be a chore, and it wasn’t. But that really was the extent of our sexual repertoire – anything other than me climbing between her open legs and poking her as per our usual routine was too dirty, not nice or would “gross” her out. So we settled into a regular pattern - she seemed to enjoy it, I enjoyed it – and nothing ever changed. That’s how things stayed for three years. I was dissatisfied, but Lucy thought we were in a “stable relationship”. I guess we were – we rarely argued and we had a good life. It’s just that we were very different people. But In Lucy’s world what happened after a “stable relationship” was that you got married and had kids. Not being very bright, her plan to achieve this next step was childishly transparent. She began pointing out friends or acquaintances that were married, and describing how happy they apparently were. She began slipping in references to how long we had been together. And she began pointing out the advantages of us being married. We were spooning in bed one Saturday morning when Lucy resumed her campaign. My arms were wrapped around her body and my face was pressed against the back of her neck, with my nose buried in her hair. ...
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