We all have one perfect person in our life.
NB: This story is for ADULT amusement only. It contains themes of incest/taboo and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature.
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I am Roy. Some people wish they had my problem. Some people are glad they don’t.
Abigail and I met in high school. She had a bad reputation of taking us guys’ virginities, so everyone called her “The Cherry Picker”. I didn’t want it and she did, so I said good riddance.
However, when it was my turn to take her, I saw something more about Abigail than tits and a hole to cum in. She was smart, boy was she smart. She was also caring and had a lot of potential. I started seeing her more, even though she continued to “remove virginities” from fellow students. She started to become something special to me.
I have to say I fucked her a few times, but it wasn’t very long before we stopped fucking and started making love. She was phenomenal at sex, as one might guess considering how much practice she had had. Somehow, even then, I knew that Abigail was not going to stop having sex with other men. But she never boasted or bragged about it, and she never rubbed it in my face. She never used it against me in any way either. In fact, she would only boast about how much she loved it when we were able to get together and about how much she wanted me.
I went to work straight out of high school. My parents bought a house and let me live there for free as long as I stayed in school. If I graduated college, they promised to sell it to me for a dollar. I moved in and registered into the local community college.
I didn’t ask her to because I didn’t want to cramp her style, but Abigail started to stay the night a lot. I liked that. She was mine all weekend. I loved that. Her things started showing up in the bathroom, the kitchen, living room and of course the bedroom.
She went to college and studied computer sciences and development(I told you she was smart). While she was at college and though we only lived thirty miles away from her school, she mostly slept in the dorm during the week. I missed her a lot, but every weekend she would take such loving care of me that I couldn’t get it up for the rest of the week even if Olivia Newton John herself showed up on my doorstep.
I would call Abigail a lot, every night in fact and sometimes during the day if I knew she didn’t have class. I liked calling her in the daytime because she was in the dorm by herself and she would have a little phone sex with me from time to time. One day, I called her, and a man answered the phone. I asked for Abigail. He said she was in the bathroom and asked if I would like to hold. I said, “Yes.”
She got on the phone and her voice was nervous and broken. I asked how she was doing. She told me great. I said, “I just wanted to hear your voice. It has been a tough day and I need something to look forward to coming home too.”
I let the incident pass, but I kept thinking about it. That was a day that no one but Abigail should have been in the dorm. My heart sank deeply, because I knew that Abigail was cheating on me.
On Friday, I had just gotten home when the doorbell rang. I answered it with a smile. Our neighbor, Ms. Gloria Stone, was at my front door. “Hi,” she said hesitantly, “My car broke down and I need some help.”
“Uh, I’m an accountant; I don’t know that much about cars, but I can take a look if you want me to.”
“Oh, No, no that isn’t it. My boyfriend needs a half-inch socket to change the starter on my car. He is a really good mechanic.
“Oh, ok,” I laughed. “Come on in and make yourself comfortable. I will be right back,” I answered and headed downstairs to get my socket set.
I heard the door as I came back from the basement with my socket set in hand. I almost passed out when I got to the top step.
“Just what are you doing in my home,” Abigail demanded angrily.
“Abigail,” I started firmly trying to get her attention, “This is our neighbor, Gloria. Her boyfriend needs to borrow my socket set. She is here to pick it up.” I held the tools up for Abigail to see.
“No woman is allowed in this house when I am not home,” Abigail spat out looking straight at me.
That made me frustrated. I wanted to ask her, “Hey, what about the man that answered your phone the other day?” But I simply said, “My mistake. I invited Gloria to come inside and wait while I got the tools.” I handed them to Gloria and nodded slightly. I turned back to Abigail. “Honey, I love you, why would you be this way?” Gloria snuck out the door trying not to be noticed.
Abigail’s eyes started to tear up. In a broken voice she said, “It would kill me if I found you cheating on me.”
“Honey please, there is no one else and there never will be. You are too much of a woman for me as it is. You have always taken care of me and I have no… Positively no… Interest in any other woman. Please, baby. You are all I want.”
She came to me then, and took my hands and moved them to her lips. Her tears started flowing down her cheeks. “It would kill me if you cheated on me.” She said again in a much quieter voice.
“You have nothing to worry about Abigail.” I shook my head and framed her lovely face in my hands. I looked deep into her beautiful hazel eyes. “Baby, would you marry me?” I asked. Her smile started as she nodded. Then more tears came, and she wrapped me in her arms and whispered, “Yes” in my ear.
Neither one of us knew that Abigail was in fact pregnant at the time. I was sort of happy. I was the one who told her, “I think you are pregnant Abigail.”
“No that is preposterous. I can’t be pregnant!”
Her response made me laugh. “Why can’t you be pregnant?”
She looked straight at me and said, “I have an I. U. D.”
I went to our room. I got the little plastic piece I found in the sheets one morning a couple months ago and brought it to her. “You mean this?” I asked. Her eyes were the size of silver dollars. I smiled. “I didn’t know what this thing was, but I will bet it is your I. U. D.”
She turned white and sank into a chair. Then she got an awful look on her face. She couldn’t speak for over an hour. I was going to take her to urgent care, but she finally calmed down enough to tell me that she would be ok. It was years later that I figured out that the reason she went into anaphylactic shock was because she didn’t know if the baby was in fact mine or not…
She was seven months along when we got married. She was showing nicely and looked good to me. She took the summer off school for us to get married and to have our son. There was no real honeymoon, but we stayed in bed almost a week straight. She had our son before she returned to school. And we were husband and wife.
I took care of our son during the day while she went back to college. She got her degree in computer support and development. She got a job as a consultant which caused her to travel quite often. I finished trade school and got a really good raise in pay. Basically, we were swimming in money.
I stayed at the house when she traveled; even though we could have afforded to both go on the business trips, it would have been hard on our son, Samuel.
Abigail’s travels took her to places all over the U. S., and sometimes to Canada. I really hated her traveling all over. But she would call me every night and I would call her if I needed anything.
I suppose that I knew things were going on a downward spiral when another man answered her cell phone again. “Hello.”
“Is Abigail there?” I stammered.
“Yeah, she is in the bathroom getting cleaned up. Do you want to leave a message for her??” he asked in a much too cheerful tone of voice.
“No just tell her that Roy called, please,” I managed to say.
“Ok, no problem,” the stranger answered.
I hung up the phone in tears. Abigail called me about twenty minutes later. “Hey, sexy, how are my two favorite men doing? I saw that I missed your call. I am sorry but I was in a meeting.” She had lied to me.
“Your friend didn’t tell you I called? He said he would.” I didn’t stop with the pitch, and continued. “He said that you were in the shower cleaning up?”