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My first wife
used to cover me with red lipstick kisses before we made
love. I must admit, it really turned me on. I would watch
her applying it while standing in front of a mirror. After
finishing, she would turn to me and begin kissing me all
over my face and neck.
One night we had a terrible argument after having too much
to drink at a party. I'm embarrassed to admit it, but she
had bruised my male ego. The party we had been at was both
indoors and out. There was a bad mitten net in the backyard
and we started playing. At first, we just volleyed back and
forth, but then started a game. Some women started watching
us and keeping score. The first game was close, but she
pulled ahead toward the end and won 15 - 12, receiving a
loud applause from the women spectators. During the second
game, the women started really getting into the game,
calling it a battle of sexes. When she won decisively (15 -
7), they cheered all the louder. I started to walk off the
playing field, thinking we had played enough when my wife
yelled out; "What's the matter, afraid to get beaten by a
woman in front of everyone?". I agreed to play another game
and got soundly trounced. I think it was around 15 - 3. We
stayed about two more hours and consumed more margueritas
than we should have.
While we were driving home, she kept talking about how much
fun it had been. My replies were short and with a bit of an
edge. After a while, she became angry about my attitude and
things started to escalate. When we got home, it got much
worse. At some point, I said something really ugly and she
whirled around and socked me right in the eye, knocking me
flat on the floor. I'm not sure if I was knocked unconscious
or not, but the next thing I new, I got hit with my pillow,
which she had thrown. She stormed off upstairs and locked
our bedroom door. I staggered over to a sofa and fell
asleep.
I really should have put ice on my eye before falling asleep
because in the morning, it was almost swollen shut. My eye
was all bloodshot and the bruising around it was dark black
and blue. I was so mad at my wife. How was I going to
explain this very black and swollen eye to everyone in the
coming week? I think my wife was a little shocked when she
saw what she had done. However, she didn't say anything and
we stayed clear of each other for most of the day. In the
evening I was watching a football when my wife came in the
room dressed rather provocatively and with her red lipstick
on. She sat down next to me. I tried to ignore her and watch
the gave, but then she began kissing me. I kept trying to
hold on to my anger but she was wearing me down. After a
couple of minutes, I took a glance at our reflection in a
mirror on the wall. She looked at the mirror the same time
and our eyes met. I probably had a dozen red lipstick all
over my checks, forehead, neck, everywhere except close to
the black eye. (It was real sore.) We both broke up
laughing. Then we started laughing about the whole
situation, the bad mitten game, the argument, and the black
eye. She went and got her camera and set up a timed picture
of us embracing - me with my black eye and covered with
lipstick kisses. She had it framed and used to show it to
her friends and tell them the story behind it. Funny thing,
neither of us could remember what I had said before she let
me have it. While telling the story, she used to say; "we
can't remember what he said, but whatever it was, he knows
better than to say it again".
We didn't over-indulge ourselves with alcohol very much
after that. I learned not to say hurtful or damaging things
when we argued. Also, I worked at overcoming my fragile male
ego. Fact was, she was a better athlete than I and regularly
beat me in tennis, bad mitten, volleyball, ping pong... you
name it. She even beat me a few times arm wrestling. I
didn't mind so much, as long as it was just between us. She
came to realize that she had a hot temper and worked to
mellow out some. She also came to a better understanding of
the male ego and easily it could be bruised. I loved that
woman.
I lost my her to breast cancer after 13 years of marriage. I
sure to miss her. |
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