Like all great series, I believe in giving a recap at the beginning of each episode:
In [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mj24j5/i_m30_and_my_former_supervisor_and_close_friend/), I introduced Christina, my beautiful former supervisor and close friend. We were both married to other people during the three years we worked together, but I had a guilty crush on her, as my marriage was miserable. I left that job and lost contact with her. In that time, both our marriages ended in heartbreaking divorces. We reunited at a leadership conference in Boston and, through a mishap on the hotel’s part, ended up sharing a room. She confessed that she had had feeling for me for a long time, and I told her the same. This led to a passionate session of lovemaking.
In [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mj24j5/i_m30_and_my_former_supervisor_and_close_friend/), much to my happiness, it became clear the next morning that the previous night was not a one night stand, and we were indeed officially a couple. After the boring conference, we headed out to an expensive steakhouse to celebrate our new relationship. Tina was absolutely breathing taking, jaw dropping hot that night, dressed in a black, low cut sundress that she knew would get me going. The night ended with us back at the hotel, having mindblowing sex, then us confessing to each other that we were, and long had been, in love. That love is still going strong; we got married a year and half afterwards, and have been married for five years now with one, soon to be two, kids.
These stories are the interequals between that second night and today.
**The Fight**
To start off, Christina couldn’t help but struggle with trust issues and jealousy over my past. About three months into our relationship, we had our first big argument over this. I had mentioned something about how I and my first girlfriend [Laura](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewholesomestories/comments/mjhe56/the_cute_girl_in_history_class_mf_19_18/), used to frequent a restaurant Tina had never been to but wanted to try. That triggered something in Tina and she asked me if I still had any feelings for Laura, as Laura was the last woman I had actually, truly loved before her (she knows that Maddie, my ex-wife, treated me like shit and those feelings were dead and buried). I told her of course not; I’m not holding onto a relationship from 12 years prior that ended with her coldly dumping me for basically no reason. She of course had to bring up that Tom’s mistress, Theresa, was his former girlfriend that he had told Tina he was over when they started dating, then he started banging Theresa again on the side after he and Tina got engaged and then married. So, how did she know that I wasn’t going to do the same thing with Laura if she came back into my life, and how did she know I wasn’t already doing it?
The baseless accusation of cheating set me off, and I said no, I have not, and never been a cheat, and that’s a bullshit, uncalled for accusation, which got the reply, “Really? Because you wanted to fuck me while you were with Maddie! And you have no problem banging skanky sluts who give you lap dances in the middle of hotel [conference rooms](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kny6qf/it_started_with_an_impromptu_lap_dance_f_it_ended/)!”
I told her she was being psycho, and that number one, why the fuck would she think that a hookup I had as a young, dumb high schooler defined who I was now as a 30 year old guy, and second, if she thought I was just a pickup artist who saw her as a piece of meat, why the fuck was she with me? And besides, she said she had a crush on me too; was she just sick of not getting laid for two years and just needed someone to hold Tom’s place until he came back?
She looked like she wanted to punch me, but then burst out sobbing uncontrollably. I went to our room, pissed as hell, but then started to cry myself (not ashamed to admit it). It didn’t matter what she said, I knew I didn’t have the right to be an asshole in return, and I would just as soon put a bullet in my head than hurt Tina enough to drive her way. If I lost her like this, I would never get over it. I got up to go back to the living room only to run into Christina who was coming to see me. We immediately embraced and began to apologize. We then sat on the bed and talked it out. She said she was still dealing with trust issues because of Tom, and she felt horrible that she took it out on me, because she knew that I loved her and wasn’t her cheating ex, and that she felt what she said to me was unforgivable. I said I should have been more understanding of her pain and the very obvious reason for her distrust and I did forgive her for what she said. We then worked out how we would deal with future issues like adults.
As painful as it was to fight, it was for the best. We learned early on we could survive screwing up and saying hurtful things, and then make amends. Yes, we did have very passionate make up sex and reaffirmed our love afterward, with me thinking *Yep, I am definitely marrying this woman.*
But if anybody knows anything about trauma, it doesn’t ever really go away. Christina still had twinges of jealousy, though we generally handled them much better when the issue came up. But that’s where this starts. This is how we “erased” and “replaced” all the past experiences with other people.
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**Fucking Katrina out of my Head**
It was an unremarkable Wednesday evening in mid April. At this point, Tina and I had been engaged for about two months and together for ten months (yes, we moved fast). I was sitting on the couch in our living room, watching some Netflix police procedural. Christina and I both work in the criminal justice field, so we like to watch these often wildly inaccurate shows and pick them apart.
Tina came into the living room, complaining that we were out of the bagged popcorn, and that the bowl she was eating was the last one. I reminded her that she was the only one of us who ate that stuff, so if she was looking for me to tell her why we were out, she was barking up the wrong tree. I liked nights like these though; we were a normal couple. Boring even. We were happy being ourselves.
On this episode of whatever crime show we watched, there was young hooker who, in one scene, stripped down to her panties and crawled into the main character’s lap and began making out with him and grinding all over him. I should have known, but that set Tina off…well, not set her off. She didn’t get angry or sad, but she couldn’t let it go.
“That what it was like for you and that Katrina chick you banged in high school?” she asked, her sardonic tone letting me know that it was bothering her a bit.
I shrugged, “Yeah, kinda.”
“Do you still remember it?” she pressed.
“Well, it was my first time, so…yeah, I remember it pretty well. But we’ve been through this before; I regretted it. I was a hormonal 18 year old kid. I don’t know why I did a hookup. I’m not that kind of guy, Babe,” I reached over and squeezed her hand.
She exhaled slowly, obviously trying to choose her words carefully.
“Please be honest, [GrundleStench]. Was it good? I mean, did you enjoy the sex?” she asked.
“Yes, in the moment I did. But it was a mistake, Tina. I was being shallow and thinking with my dick,” I said, hoping this didn’t turn into a thing, “I love you. I’m going to spend the rest of my life with you. It’s not worth talking about.”
Tina nodded, and we went back to watching the show. We sat in silence for only about a minute more, then she reached for the remote and paused the show.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
She turned to me, a dangerous looking grin on her face. She then pulled off her t-shirt and bra. Now, one thing I have to say about Tina: She has *the* most perfect tits. She’s a C-cup, they have almost no sag, and she’s got medium size, eraser head nipples that are neither too dark or too light. If other guys who know her jerk off thinking about them, I don’t care, because I can’t blame them. Besides; I get to see them bare; they have to use their imaginations.
I got hard so quick, I’m surprised I didn’t rip my pants.
“I’m thinking…I need to fuck Katrina out of your brain right now. So, let’s go.” She didn’t have to tell me twice! I pulled my t-shirt off so quickly it tore, but I didn’t care and it was really old and beat up anyway. We quickly embraced and began to make out furiously.
“I told you” *kiss* “to throw that ratty” *kiss* “rag of a shirt” *kiss* “away months ago.” *kiss* “Now, will you please do that when we’re done?” Christina demanded in mock bemusement and exasperation.
“Yes, Dear,” I mock groaned, “But can we please just get naked and fuck first?”
We went back to making out as we slipped off our pants. I *was* going to do a little more foreplay, but as I was rubbing my cock against her pussy and, she shifted, and I slipped right in without any resistance; she was that wet. I expected her to say “not yet”, as this happens a lot, but she just gasped and told me to keep going. I humped slow but hard as she squealed and gasped.
To make a long story short, I knew I wouldn’t last long like this. So I slipped out and ate her out until she came. She repaid me by having me sit on the couch and giving me an excellent blowjob that had me at the edge in about thirty seconds. I warned her to back off so that I could last longer…and so I wouldn’t cum in her mouth. We did that once, but she’s squeamish, so she really didn’t like swallowing. It’s fine with me though; we both prefer a good creampie!
Tina got on her feet and straddled my face. I ate out her shaved, soaked pussy again until she came for a second time. She then sat down and rode me cowgirl style as I sat on the couch. After about 5 minutes, I felt my dick start to tingle and I began to hump even harder, sending Tina into a third orgasm. As her pussy tightened, the increased friction caused me to blow my load. Breathing heavily, she threw her arms around me and kissed me passionately.
“Well…mission accomplished, Babe,” I said as she broke the kiss and smiled at me.
“Noooo,” she said teasingly, “This was just a decoy. I’m still thinking this just a band aid on your memory of Katrina. I gotta end that once and for all.”
Tina grabbed a couple Kleenex from end table and quickly held it against her vagina as she got off my dick.
“Okay, I’m going to go clean up so I’m not dripping jizz everywhere for the rest of the night,” she said as she walked towards the bathroom, “and throw away that fucking rag!”
I smiled as I bent down to pick up my torn shirt. *I LOOOOVE this woman!* I thought. She’s just the mix of feisty ball buster, sexpot, affectionate romantic, and best friend.
Christina and I got redressed and continued watching the dumb show, my arms around her and her head resting on my chest.
Maybe it was a little neurotic to still be worrying about my past partners, when I accepted that she had been married before were together. But…Tina deals with things her way.
I couldn’t help but wonder. What did she mean about “ending” my memory of Katrina? Whatever it was, the way she said it meant…I was probably going to like it!
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