Danielle and I met immediately after college. We hit it off, almost
instantly, and after a whirlwind romance, we were engaged and married
within a few months. Most of my friends, he told me, that it was
foolish. They said, how could anyone know, after such a short period
of time, she would be the one woman, that I would want to screw for
the rest of my life.
I wasn’t too worried about that though, Danielle and I had an amazing
sex life. She had a smoking hot body, standing about 5 foot nine, and
was a little more big boned, then most of the women I had dated. Even
then, Danielle definitely wasn’t what I would call fat, just really
thick. She held up, two of nicest 34D breasts I had ever seen and a
nice tight pussy to die for. We fucked like animals, at least five or
six times a week. I was set
for life. Or at least that’s what I thought,
It didn’t take long, for me to figure out that I was just a fish. She
set the bait, by opening her beautiful legs, and reeled me in, with
illusions of crazy good sex life. About two months after our wedding
day, things started to taper off. Soon, it was just when Danielle, was
in the mood. And
those days, were few and far between. Needless to say, I became
reacquainted, by taking things into my own hands, literally.
Danielle’s parents had divorced, when she was very young. It was a
messy, and ugly affair. The two of them couldn’t stand each other, and
as a result it was difficult for either one of them to come together
for any of Danielle‘s achievements. Her dad’s family had missed the
wedding completely. Both her mom and her dad has remarried and had
children of their own. Each of them having a daughter and a son. It
was definitely a complicated family dynamic.
A few months after the wedding, Gary invited us down to meet the family for
the first time. It was summer, we packed our bags and headed to the
little town of Leafland, Texas for the first time as husband and wife.
We arrived in our rental car, where at their beautiful home the four
of them greeted us with hugs, and welcomed us in, as we shared stories
and laughs.
Danielle’s little brother Byron and I were getting along perfectly, he
was like a little brother I never had. At age 12, we were perfect for
each other, and ran around happily playing ball, video games and
swimming in the pool.
Rachel, Danielle’s little sister, had just turned 16. She looked just
like her mom, about 5’4” in height, with freckles, petite, with perky
breasts and a fat little movie star ass that wiggled when she walked.
She was a fucking hot little number, and she knew it. She walked
around in cut off shorts with her ass hanging out and little spaghetti
strap tank tops that left nothing to the imagination. Her mom didn’t
seem to care, that her little vixen of a daughter, would walk around
with no bra on, nipples poking out, from underneath her trappings.
Everybody got along like magic. Gary and I had a lot in common. We sat
talking about baseball and racing, The boys had their fun, engaged in
manly activities. and the girls enjoyed themselves at the mall buying
new outfits, including a new swimsuit which Danielle had inadvertently
left at home. Of course, Rachel begged her mom for a new bikini as
well.