Reassessing My Life - Pt. 1 - Sex Stories

Reassessing My Life - Pt. 1

... personally; she showed nothing but disdain for everyone, including her mother and sister. Their dad had split a few years before, and Cass had gone with him; this was the last of the court-mandated holidays she had to spend with her mom.

After dinner, she was outside smoking a clove when I decided to get a breath of fresh air. She looked at me with all the interest one might show a mildly interesting bug. “Ken.”

“Uh, it’s Jason.”

She rolled her eyes. “My sister is Malibu Barbie; that makes you her latest Ken. Or maybe not. You seem maybe a little smarter and…” She blew smoke out and away from the porch. “…maybe nicer than the previous models.”

“Ah. Thanks?”

She shrugged. “Whatever. Look, you haven’t hit on me yet, which puts you out in front of the other plastic fucks she’s brought home, so I’m going to give you a bit of advice: she’s a slut. She’s cheated on every single fucking boyfriend she’s ever had. Fair warning.” Then, without another word, she flicked the cigarette into the yard and wandered back in.

Later, Kim and I talked, and she immediately and completely owned up to it. She had been a slut. She had cheated on her boyfriends, but Cassandra hadn’t been around much in a couple of years, and she was angry that Kim took her mom’s side in the divorce. She had changed, really changed, since then, and the breakup of her parents’ marriage and the loss of her sister had been a big catalyst for that. That’s what she told me, at least.

Yes, I ignored ...

... Cassandra’s warnings. Yes, my marriage was a disaster. Yes, I’m aware of the irony.

But the thing is, by the time we were married, even Cassandra believed Kim. Cass was two years younger than her sister, but, like I said, way smarter. AP courses in high school, testing out of prerequisites, and a course load that would crush a normal person meant that she graduated only a semester after we did. My frat connections had found me a decent dev gig at a security firm; Cassandra’s connection with me found her an accounting job there.

The three of us spent a decent amount of time together, and when the wedding rolled around, Cass was all smiles, just like I was. She and Kim had reconnected, Kim seemed every bit reformed and the loving, blushing bride I thought I wanted, and I had a new friend at work that I could be nerdy with at lunch.

Because of a trust my mom had set up for me before she passed away, I had a modest house to live in and a small stipend. These, along with my salary, allowed Kim to be a housewife even before we had kids, which meant I was greeted most nights by a clean home, a nice meal, and a sexy wife in barely-there lingerie. Life seemed great.

Then things got weird. Kim got weird.

Six months in, she suddenly really wanted to get started on kids. I wanted kids eventually, but we had both agreed to leave it for a few years, so that we could have the fun of being newlyweds for a while. Her fervor for starting immediately was bizarre, like she was ...