Chapter 57

• My wife and I liked to party. I’m not proud of it, but it’s just a fact. We drank often and smoked weed almost daily. Occasionally, we would also have cocaine-infused evenings that were a lot of fun. Rita and I had a highly active and fun sex life, too. We enjoyed each other’s bodies immensely and on nights when we would get fucked up, the sex could get a little wild with fantasy, role playing, etc. It got to where we would both start getting horny as we got loaded because of the anticipation of the sex to come. We were kind of conditioned that way.
• But Rita had been changing lately. On several occasions when she got to a certain level of drunkenness, she would get, well…mean. You could see her face change and she would get a smart-ass look, almost a sneer. Shortly after, she would start a fight with me out of nowhere, say mean and hurtful things, then pass out cold. I quickly learned to recognize “the look” and usually had time to get her home before she created a scene. Other than those isolated occurrences, though, which didn’t even happen all that often, our lives were fun, so I overlooked it. Sometimes love makes you put up with some bullshit.
• Let me describe Rita for you. She’s 5’6” tall and 125 pounds. As she would say, “I’m a perfect size 7 from head-to-toe.” Facially, she looked a lot like a young Kelly McGillis – think Top Gun era. She had a great ass and legs, and her tits were perfect, at least for me. She had a 36c rack, firm and full, with nice areolas and nipples. Definitely more than a handful and big enough for titty fucking. Basically, she had a body that was built for fucking. And I took full advantage!