My life is perfect

My wife and I met when we were in high school. She was a cheerleader who was also a track star. A full 5’6 with reddish brown skin and black hair that she would occasionally dye blonde for cheerleading season. Her body was mostly legs, and she got her first tattoo junior year of track season, a small grizzly bear and I’ll never forget it because when asked about it she said it meant she was protective over what was hers, but didn’t want to fight. An embodiment of her fierce no-nonsense ideology and she wore it well. Of course, since she was two years older than me, she never gave me the time of day so back then all I could do was stare from afar. I got caught almost every single time because I didn’t know when to stop looking, and her friends would always laugh at me, giggling telling her that she had a secret admirer. She didn’t find it funny at all since she was always being stalked by boys at our school and grown men who couldn’t cut it with women their own age. She was constantly bragging about those men though; something about an older “established man” taking time out of his busy day to dote on her was only something girls her age would dream of. During baseball season I would always be as close to her as I could without getting caught. I would go watch her sprint until her practice was over. Sometimes when they were down a couple people, due to illness or athletes having to catch up on their schoolwork, they would recruit people watching to hold blocks and best believe I did not need any convincing for that job. If I’m honest I know that was creepy of me, but I couldn’t help myself.

Unfortunately for me there was only one time that I was able to hold her blocks. Usually, I had held my friends' blocks, but I remember that day every time I close my eyes. The coach called me over, “Lucas!” He told me that the girls were short today, and I would be needed the entire practice, holding blocks, supplying water and things of that nature. He didn’t say specifically who I was going to help only to get in where I fit in and to not disturb practice. He said the last part about three times because he must have seen the smirk look on my face and redness all throughout my cheeks. This was my shot and thinking about being that close to the woman of my dreams made my body hot and my knees go weak. “Focus” I kept telling myself otherwise I would blow my only shot. I watched as the whole team went through their workouts as usual. Two laps around the track to warm up, then team core for a consecutive 10 minutes, then stretching for another five. The events split up from there. Throwers went down the hill to their area, jumpers went to the pit adjacent from the track and the sprinters entered their huddle to receive their workout for the day. She was about 10 feet away from me and man did she look good. The sun hitting her skin made it glisten and the constant wind made her hair flow perfectly. It was like she was in an action film. Her shoulders were narrow on her frame and her breasts were perfectly round. I’m not a butt guy or a breast guy, I’m a woman guy if you know what I mean, but I will say hers were astounding. I only wanted to put my head between them for a minute. My eyes slowly went down to her flat stomach which today wasn’t exposed, but since the spandex long sleeve she was wearing was airtight I could almost see each ab she had crafted in the gym popping through it. Further down were her two behemoth thighs that could crush a human skull… hopefully mine; with the grizzly bear tattoo on the right thigh and an ass to match.

She was a real amazonian in the flesh! She had a larger lower body than most of the men in our school including me, she was truly built like a sculpted oak tree. I kept gazing until I made it to her track spikes then slowly back up. I repeated this process about three times until one of my friends quickly elbowed me in the shoulder telling me to put my hands in my pockets and close my mouth, as to hide my excitement before I got kicked off the field. He was a great friend, and she must have felt the extreme heat from my intense staring because right after that she looked back in my direction. I quickly followed my friend’s advice, but all I was thinking at that moment was damn there is no way anyone can be this perfect.

That day was a light day for them since they had an away meet coming up in the next few days. That meant that I was going to be doing a lot of block holding instead of running, refilling water bottles, and handing them out and I couldn’t have been more overjoyed. She ran the 4x1, 200m and 300m hurdles, all I had to do was be in the right place at the right time. Then near the end of practice it was finally my time to get close to her. She anchored the 4x1 and had her best friend hold for her 200m, but they both competed against each other in the 300m hurdle. The coach told me to hop in immediately, and I wasted no time. I knew she already had her blocks set where she wanted all I had to do was hold. Within 5 seconds I was in position, honestly that was the fastest I’ve moved in my whole life and then everything went into slow motion. Everyone lined up and she was right in front of me, “runners to your mark,” she started jumping doing fast paced squat jumps first, straight into high knees, then slapping her thighs starting to walk back. She’s in position, “set,” her glutes pop crisply in the air with her head down. Then almost like she had planned for this day as much as I had she whispered, “how do I look?” “Go!” She took off like a bat out of hell! She knew she had me and I was determined to get her. We didn’t get married until three years later when I dropped out of law school to join the military and commission as an officer.

Our first two years of marriage went almost too smoothly. I knew how to get her, and I knew how to keep her and that was to cherish her. I didn’t wine and dine her all day, but I made sure she was the only woman for me. “Baby you are the only thing besides my faith that I need to keep going, you’re my sunshine on a cloudy day, and my umbrella when it’s pouring outside.” It was true too, life without her on deployment seemed dull. I loved the military; my job was cake, and money was never an issue. By the third year of my career, I was making so much money that I could afford for her to stay home. My first two years I was on back-to-back deployments which allowed me the option to take local orders and be closer to her. That next year we had our son Tanner and three years after that our daughter, Eliza. Life was great, and I had accomplished more than what I ever thought I could, only something in me wasn’t satisfied.

I started having an affair with one of my co-workers. It’s not that I lost the passion with my wife, but I fell out of the chase that had kept our marriage alive. The kids took more of my time then I should have allowed them too and I kept getting promoted at work. The longer I spent away from my wife the more comfortable I got with chasing someone else. It was new. It was fresh. Something new to hunt, something outside of my family that I could give my energy to. Her name was Denise, and I should have stopped there, but the guilt was too much. My wife loved me, our life was perfect, I knew I could never tell her, so I doubled down. Denise invited me out to a bar one night, and I convinced Marie to come. I introduced Denise as my co-worker which wasn’t a lie, and we all sat down and had drinks. “She’s going to find out,” I kept saying to myself over and over, but the night went on and nothing happened. It turned out that both the girls loved each other. They ended up gawking over each other both having one too many drinks and we all went home together.

Marie was rubbing me the whole car ride back, scratching me lightly but deeply. Not tickling me and not piercing my skin while she stared at me wetting her lips envisioning what she was going to do to me when we arrived at the house. In the rear-view mirror, I could see Denise watching, playing with herself over her clothes. I was in heaven physically, but mentally in anguish. It was wrong but I couldn’t stop, and I wouldn’t allow myself to stop… this was the pleasure I had been looking for. We pulled into the house and Marie immediately popped her seatbelt almost like she couldn’t be contained any longer and started licking my ear lobe rubbing my inner thigh viscously searching for what she knew would end her lustful cravings. “We have guests.” I chokingly muttered out to which she responded looking in the backseat, “It looks like our guest is enjoying herself. Would you like to come in?" she asked Denise, to which Denise replied, “I would like that.” My head was spinning! So many good things were about to happen, but so many wrong things were happening presently, but I was in too deep. I carried my wife upstairs and Denise grabbed on to my blazer for stability. As we stumbled through the door Marie uttered, “thank god we got a babysitter,” we all started laughing as we walked through to the main bedroom.

Denise and Marie undressed each other, and I went to the bathroom to “get myself together” after about 5 minutes of sitting on the toilet contemplating, I walked out fully undressed to Marie on top of Denise caressing her body like she would never have this chance again she looked at me with such intensity. I walked over to them, and she grabbed my member and began to stroke slowly as she kissed Denise. She led my head to Denise’s entrance tapping it, staring into my eyes. Vocalizing with no words “Take her,” so I did. At that moment I forgot everything I was doing was wrong and I gave in to the ecstasy of the situation. Denise was mine; Marie was mine; Denise was Marie’s and Marie was Denise’s, it was an hour of pure uninterrupted harmony. Fortunately for me she still has never found out to this day and because of that night she has never suspected a thing. Only occasionally asking Denise to come over to hangout. Denise and I still see each other, and I feel fully content now in my life. Thank you for listening, I do enjoy our talks. It's nice to know I can tell you my life’s problems and you legally can’t say anything because of your client confidentiality.

“That’s true Lucas, I cannot break client confidentiality that would strip me of my license. So, why don’t you start by telling me something true. What really happened to Marie and the children? I can’t help you if you refuse to be forthcoming.”

“I am telling you the truth. That was everything I remember. I love Marie, but I can’t stop thinking about Denise. They’re separate people, when I’m with my wife I am only giving her attention but when I leave her presence, Denise fills my mind with lust, and I can’t help myself, that's the truth!”

“Okay… let’s try this, why did you kill your entire family?”

“I would never do that! I love them to death; I just have a problem controlling my urges. You’re supposed to be helping me, this is nonsense! Get out! I can’t believe you would accuse me of killing the love of my life and my children. I want to end the session, please leave me alone!”

“That’s fine.” “I’ll be back in two weeks for another psyche evaluation.” My name is Tony Arrovich, I specialize in psychological therapy for the insane. My sole client right now is Lucas Samson, a man who burned his entire family alive when he realized his wife had been cheating on him their entire marriage. He had his suspicions for years that his wife had been having an affair, but he could never catch her in the act, so he set up nano cameras throughout every room in their house. His discovery was more horrendous than he thought. Not only was his wife having an affair, but it was with multiple men. He saw her having threesomes with two men simultaneously, multiple partners engaging with her all over their home and all throughout their bedroom. After digging that far and now with video evidence instead of questioning her, he took it up with the male perpetrators… every single one of them. They told him they had no idea who he was. Insisting Marie never mentioned a boyfriend let alone a husband, and some of them had been around longer than they had been married. Now not only was his marriage in ruins but his lineage was up for question. He snapped. He tied them up, knocking out the children with brute force so they would avoid the pain, but left Marie awake. The children were found in the bathroom together and Marie in the master bedroom with several teeth pulled out. He has no idea of this and has already been convicted of double homicide against his children, and a crime of passion for his wife. It’s been a year since I’ve been working with him, and six months since he’s started speaking to me. His story changes every time. Then I tell him the truth and he kicks me out. I need him to remember. Psychologically I know he will feel better, but physically when he comprehends the horror he’s committed, he might end up in a worse state then he is presently. I’ll keep trying. End log