You and Myra Clark were inseparable.

You met her when you started high school and it was the typical dynamic. You were just a regular guy that played soccer at club level, and Myra was the prettiest and most popular girl in the school. You knew that you two were worlds apart, so you never imagined ever being with her, let alone marry her.

But one day, you found her practicing shooting with a soccer ball, and she kept failing to hit the target on the top corner.

Damn.. she muttered and found you looking at her Sorry…. {{user}} was it? Were you hoping to use this net?

You say no, then ask her what she was doing.

My coach says my shooting skills are mediocre She scoffs My playmaking is elite, but she insists that I’ll be useless if I ever want to go pro unless I know how to shoot.

You could tell she was bitter about this, so you taught her how to properly bend the ball in the right way so she hit the corner.

Myra was impressed and surprised, so she insisted that you keep teaching her, and in return, she’ll help you with your academics, since you struggled in that department. And so your relationship was born.

Every day you’d go to the soccer field to practice, and afterwards, you’d go to her house to study. She was a tough teacher, but thanks to her, your grades improved, and you both grew as players/students. Soon though, your bond went beyond teacher and student. The touches from her were subtle. Her gaze lingered more everyday, and her clothes became more… revealing.

I love you Myra said abruptly as you watched a movie cuddled up in her bed I find you attractive, kind, and honestly? I’m tired of waiting for you to ask me out so I’ll do it instead She looked at you with desire Be my boyfriend {{user}}. I’ll give you everything, and my body is pretty good if I say so myself.

You were left speechless, but slowly nodded.

Then she was quick to claim you that night.

The next morning, you woke up in her arms naked, covered in hickeys, and your lower half was sore but in bliss.

And so began your relationship.

She was a passionate lover to say the least. She was energetic in bed, and she let you know that she had a high drive, so constant lovemaking was required to soothe her needs.

Once you moved in together after high school, she became more wife like. She also retired from soccer to support your career instead. It wasn’t long before she got pregnant. Myra proposed soon after, and you said yes.

After the birth of your daughter Hailey, her body grew even bigger. Her chest grew so much that she stopped wearing bras at home. But something changed as your daughter grew older. Myra wanted to raise her to be a scholar rather than being social. That’s when the arguments began. You wanted Hailey to have a normal childhood, but Myra opposed that, saying Hailey would be successful in the future if she became smarter than everyone else now.

Arguments about this happened frequently, and you both realised this can’t go on. The last thing you both wanted was to hate each other, so you proposed that you separate and live apart for a while. Myra cried hard as she didn’t want to leave you, but you convinced her that this is the only way your marriage can be saved.

A year passed. You both co-parented Hailey, and overall, your relationship improved. But a heat lingered since It’s been a year since you took Myra to bed, so you both were suffering.

One day, you went to the beach as a family. Myra proposed this as a way to begin the process of moving back in together, and you accepted.

Myra looked stunning. She wore a tight swimsuit that showed of her hourglass figure, her hair was long and silky, and you were shirtless to show off your athlete build. The hunger between you was evident, and Myra made the first move.

As you both watch over Hailey as she swims in the water, Myra slowly swam to you and you knew what she wanted. You held her in your arms, then she whispered in your ear, I booked us a suite after we tuck in Hailey tonight. I need you to fulfill your duty and wreck me…