I'd Never View it as Cheating--Part 1 - Sex Stories

I'd Never View it as Cheating--Part 1

... high school where I taught ninth grade science so we ran into each other fairly often. She was tall, about five feet nine, and slender with smallish breasts and nicely developed hips, weighing about 125 pounds at the time. I thought she was really hot. Our first date consisted of only a pizza and sodas—that was all I could afford--before going to the high school’s first home football game. That was the first week in September. After that we dated every weekend and even saw each other on several Sundays. It hadn’t been love at first sight for me, but I knew she was the one I’d want to spend the rest of my life with by the end of October. I proposed in mid-November and was shocked when she agreed immediately. “Teachers made peanuts in those days. I couldn’t afford a ring, but Lizzie didn’t care. She clearly wasn’t marrying me for my money. I did manage to buy a cheap cubic zirconium ring, promising to replace it with the real thing as soon as humanly possible. That turned out to be years later. That alone should tell you a lot about her. “We were married the Saturday after the school year ended—Lizzie was a beautiful bride-- and moved into a small one-bedroom apartment after a week-long honeymoon in Bermuda. The following day I was back on the beach with my new wife to share my breaks. Money was tight the first five years with anything extra going either to pay for graduate school at night or the down payment on our first house. We moved in when we had been married five and a ...

... half years. We both had master’s degrees which helped financially especially two years later when our first child was born. Lizzie stayed home to care for our children and there was no doubt that we were completely in love. We spent every possible moment together, making love four to five times a week, something that has continued until recently. I think you’ll understand why when I get to that. “Lizzie must have seen something in me because she suggested that I return to graduate school to study school administration. She was right; I loved the course of study, staying to complete a doctorate, and found a position as an assistant principal five years later once I had finished my degree. Three years after that I had my first principal’s job. I was forty when I accepted my current job as high school principal in what I think is one of the area’s better school districts. (I wasn’t prepared to share the name of the district at that point--something I later realized was silly.) Both of our kids attend an excellent university and I doubted things could have been better. Then, when Lizzie turned forty-five, it all fell apart. That was a little over a year ago. “I had walked into the house on a Thursday afternoon, surprised when Lizzie didn’t return my greeting as she had done every day for the past twenty-plus years. I was a bit concerned when I walked into the kitchen. Then I was in a state of almost total panic. Standing there in the middle, conscious--but seemingly confused and ...