It was just another slow Friday evening. Sitting alone on my couch with a drink flipping through the channels. All alone and bored out of my mind. It wasn’t always like this.
My name is Peter. I’m a 27 year old white male. I have brown hair, blue eyes, and am 5’7″ tall. I am currently separated from my wife of more than three years who’s name is Marisa. She is now 26 years old. Marisa and I had started dating when she was 20. When we first met I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. She has lovely blue eyes, 5’6″ tall, dark red hair, strong shapely legs, and an almost perfect hour glass figure. She has a pretty face and like most red heads very pale skin tone. Of course the thing, or things, that stood out the most were her breasts. They are a natural 38D. She never liked showing them off though. Marisa always considered her large chest to be a pain in the ass and wasn’t one to show much skin.
Not that I ever complained about them. They were also a problem when she used to dance which is where she got her nice legs from. She had been on a dance team most of her life until she broke her ankle so badly that she was no longer able to continue. What shocked me the most about her was that she was a virgin when we met. It would be more than a year later when she finally gave that up to me. In a short couple of years of dating we were married. Like most red heads she had a large sex drive, even bigger than my own. She wanted sex so often I could never keep up. She also shaved her pussy bald which I liked. Our relationship was almost perfect. We seldom fought and got along extremely well. Things were perfect for us as a couple. She got a job she enjoyed doing working for a local attorney and I was working for a large marketing company. Between the two of us we were able to buy a small house to call our all. Everything was going great or so it seemed.