Fun in the Sac by mrmovie

fantasy and reality

( This story is dedicated to (Funinthesac) my ever so loving penpal, which will also be playing the part of Dawn.
Also I left out what people look like and so on for the purpose that readers for a change can use their
imagination. ) ( This story can happen to anyone. )


It all started when I got married the second time. I should explain this first. My first wife just got married to me
so she wouldn’t have to work so hard to pay the rent with her girlfriend.


After a few months of marriage, all she wanted to do was party all the time. Like the time I went to my moms house
because we ran out of diapers. I came back home the next morning to find her in bed, ( our bed ) of all places, with
another man.

Needless to say after the countless, ( I’m sorrys ) and the countless times I forgave her—–one day while I was at
work, ( which of course I heard about later ) She heard there was a party going on downstairs from one of her friends
and all she did was go to the party, had a few drinks, while looking off and on at the guy that was holding the party
for sometime, then walked up to him and said: “I heard you wanted to fuck me”. Then walked upstairs and left the door
ajar. Soon after he went upstairs and fucked her.

Frank I believe his name was. Well——after four years of marriage, she left me and moved out of town with Frank,
I never saw her again or our son.

I was depressed for sometime. All I did was drink. A friend of mine said to get over it because she wasn’t worth
crying over.
Well, one day I went out to get more beer and I seen a girl that always came in the 7-11. She noticed I was getting
beer. Of course, for sometime we had exchanged glances at one another from time to time but never said anything, even
when I was married. Perhaps I was looking to feel wanted, something clearly my wife did not give me.

Anyway, Dawn was bold enough to ask me if I wanted to go out and drink with her ?

Sure I said, “Would you like to walk over to my apartment first so I can drop off this beer.”

“OK.”

We soon got to the bar and she ordered a pitcher of beer. ( This was before they started that bar rule that you had
to have three people at your table before serving a pitcher.)

Dawn was a beautiful woman, she had those bedroom eyes and for some reason, for the first time in awhile, I felt
relaxed and good about myself. She had this certain sadness about her, like putting on a smile that hid her sorrow.
She could not very well hide what I could see within her.

We had talked about things that made us feel lousy but managed to make ourselves feel better just by each others
company. At one point during the conversation, she reached out and held my hand, even though I wasn’t talking
about anything sad at that moment, it was comforting all the same.

Dawn had told me that she knew my friend Max and knew what was going on through him when I was married.

I was now wondering why Max didn’t tell me about this ? No matter I thought.

She told me how much she thought I was cute and asked if I would want to go out with her ? Of course I wanted to ask
her the same thing but was too afraid to ask. I really got excited when she asked me that.