#Cockeyed

Finding myself a widow at 45 was as shocking for me as it sounds. Being divorced once before and then losing my second husband suddenly to flu like symptoms which eerily coincide with covid complications but drastically predate that period. , the term “divorced widow” sure as hell wasn’t going to have suitors lined up at my door. At this point I thought the chances of meeting someone for the third time would never happen.

I’m now in my third marriage. (Apparently it is the charm), thankfully to a childhood friend of mine I’ve know most of my life, honestly this was the last thing I had expected. We have now been married for four years.

Luckily our kids are grown and out on their own, so it’s just the two of us.

We grew up in the 80s and were known to be pretty wild in our day partying and having fun. He was only a year older than me when we met in Jr High school, and we had always been great friends, and we stayed in touch throughout our adult lives too, though we never dated back then, maybe subconsciously we knew that wouldn’t be feasible as wild as we were, thrre was always “something” stirring. I think we made out once at a party…and nothing ever came of it. Only now after getting together did we share some of the thoughts we had of each other the entire time.

We got along in just about every way, we know the same people have similar histories etc, he was there for me after the funeral, and it wasn’t long before he was in my bed, I’m sure people talked, not that it mattered to us.

….except when we butt heads, neither one will back down both being very stubborn alphas and head strong to boot, we were a force to be reckoned with no doubt. Neither one of us would budge. And we both know exactly which buttons to push on each other. Standing so strong in our convictions it often lead to days of not talking, to hot passionate make up sex that lasted for hours on end. Never really solving the issues at hand, and overtime frustrations build up….

I worked part time in a restaurant and he has a auto sales lot that he built from the ground up, so being his own boss alloted him the luxury to come and go as he pleased and he pretty much did what he wanted. Where as I punched a clock and did not have that same luxury.

I had always found Brach “my now husband” attractive and sexy, he was feared by many and that was a turn on as well. The typical bad boy well known around town, not a bully by any means, he had to be provoked. Looking back he’s always been very witty, charming, and outright hysterical when he got going…you always had a good time when he was involved. He was a smartass too, and still is.

He had a touch of shyness about him you wouldn’t expect but was irresistibly cute. Deep down he was also extremely talented, smart and charasmatic.

So shy would be the last thing to describe my husband which added to his mystery. He had the stature of a gorilla and the head of a overgrown pitbull. That de***********ion i didn’t come up with on my own many of people has mentioned the same thing only solidifying the uncanny likeness.

As a matter of fact people meeting us have jokingly made comments to me ” so I see your into beastiality”, he is a beast of a man with a size 15 shoe and with one hand could palm both of my asscheeks.







We purchased our house 3 years ago at a very reasonable price for where its located, of course it needed repairs and some updates which we did on our own and it turned out beautiful and exactly how we wanted located in a quiet , safe neighborhood.

With all the work and money we put into the house it seems like our relationship payed the price.

I remember on a Tuesday tired coming home from work on what was left of a beautiful day.

I pulled in my driveway and noticed a man walking a dog heading in my direction.

As I got out of the car he was directly behind me where as his dog chose to stop, attempting to leave little doggie mines on my lawn no doubt.

Our eyes met as I was watching the dogs intentions too.

He says hi how are you doing this fine day. He already mentioned it was a fine day so I thought I would match that. so I replied fine… im doing fine.

Is that a lil sarcasm I detect which I admit him saying that caught me a little off guard, sarcasm? No wouldn’t be sarcasm I don’t do that well I would go straight to kicking your ass before I would middle man sarcasm. Appearantly by the look on his face, My lack of smiling after that statement left him frightfully confused.

He looked at me with that shock and awe look. I immediately apologized and told him I was joking and remarked on how beautiful his ugly little dog was.

Then he chuckled I like you.

Well i appreciate your approval. I replied..

I always liked the big broad shouldered , barrel chested guys like my husband, but found my self somewhat interested in this clean cut average build fine shape of a man.

Dressed in a pale pink polo shirt and the whitest pair of shorts I’ve ever seen. Did he wash them or paint them to get like that. He’s no incredible hulk but I noticed incredible bulk.



But he kind of turned me on in a refreshing way. Damn my luck hes gay probably.. He says nice to meet you my name is Vance this is rouge as he hugged a little wiry haired reddish colored dog I thought to myself how cute, he’s gay.

He immediately added his ex named the dog and he got stuck with him.

I just moved in 4 doors down. Nice to meet you Vance I’m Shelby I replied. A moment of relief coming over me ok… he’s not gay? ………

UNLESS his ex is a guy? My God the suspense is killing me and how do you politely ask.

But whats more disturbing is why I found myself so concerned to know.

Beautiful house you have here how long have you been in the neighborhood?

About 3 years now me and my husband.

Well judging from what I payed you guys must have paid a fortune for this sprawling estate.

I chuckled, No not actually it was a fixer upper that we went above and beyond with.

Would you like to see the inside I found myself saying in disbelief cause were ordinarily private people and don’t mingle with neighbors but this one is kinda cute.

I would love to he replied.

So after a quick tour thru the house we ended up on the back patio under a 4 post awning with our patio furniture under it.

He seemed to be a really nice guy,

I felt a little awkward how much I started gaining interest in him. We sat and talked awhile as the dog intertwined his leash in a pentagram pattern around the furniture.

As I stood to excuse myself to the house for drinks i tripped over the dog leash trap.

Falling to my hands and knees. Thankfully the pain wasn’t bad I remembered thinking so I cant be hurt. As I brush my hands together on my knees.