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Lack of Communication
by DG Hear (dghear@core.com)
***
Husband reads erotic stories to see how to get his wife
aroused. Does it work? Read and see. (MF, exh, rom)
***
Damn authors! Always playing head games. I don't even
know what I believe anymore. It all started a few years
ago when I started reading erotic stories. After twenty
plus years of marriage the sex wasn't happening as
often as I liked. So after fifteen thousand arguments
with the little woman I just said, "Hell with it." If
she didn't want to do it that often, then I would at
least read about it.
I always thought I knew what kind of person I was. But,
after reading so many stories I don't know anymore. I
should just stop reading the damn stories but I can't.
I'm addicted and I don't want to be. It's kind of like
reading "The Inquirer," a trashy magazine. I just want
to know.
Reading this shit is as bad as smoking, drinking, or
even taking pot. It's addictive and ruining my life. My
mind just doesn't seem to have the answers anymore.
Fantasies, realities, truth, lies. I can't seem to get
a grip. Are there other people like me out there? Are
most marriages like mine? I wish I knew.
Our marriage seemed pretty normal. Three kids, grown up
now, house, two cars, lots of bills. Not enough time
together. I guess we put everything in our lives ahead
of ourselves, or maybe the sex just got old and not
worth the bother. Whatever it was I wanted to change
it. So I started reading the damn stories. I had to ask
myself, "Fantasies or realities," no-one could put up
with some of the shit I was reading about. Wives
wanting to swap? Husbands saying, "Fuck my wife,
please," parties that turned into orgies. Men bringing
strangers home to fuck their wives. Interesting reading
but it was "Sodom and Gomorrah" all over again.
All I wanted was to liven-up my sex life a little. I
didn't want to fuck the whole damn planet. I did wonder
how I felt about my marriage, my wife, my sex drive. I
wasn't out to have affairs but to just take care of my
own wife.
One day I helped my brother-in-law move some furniture.
After we finished we went over to the neighborhood bar
and had a couple of beers. When we arrived the place
was nearly empty. Then in through the door came in a
woman who looked a little inebriated. Maybe in her
forties, not bad looking but looked like she has been
around the block a few times. She sat down next to me,
why I don't know. Speaking with an accent, she said she
was from Canada and was coming down to visit friends.
Her vehicle had broken down and a man gave her a ride
but dropped her off at this bar saying that was as far
as he could take her.
She had on a skirt, no hosiery of any type. When she
sat on the bar stool, her skirt really rode up her
legs. She didn't seem to care much one way or the
other. I guess you could say she looked pretty slutty.
I'm a guy and there was no-way I could not stare at her
legs. I wasn't a saint, I was a man having a beer in
the bar. My bro-in-law got up and sat down on the stool
on the other side of the gal. She wanted another drink
and of course we got it for her. Joe, our bartender,
just laughed. He has seen women like this come in a lot
more than we did..
I put my hand on her leg just above her knee, almost as
though it was an accident. I would just apologize if
she said anything. She didn't say a word. I started to
get a hard on. I couldn't help it. I haven't touched
another woman like this in years. I decided to get
brave and slide my hand up her thigh a little. She just
smiled as though I had shaken her hand. I slid my hand
up her thigh. It was skin all the way up. I couldn't
help myself. I slid right up to her pussy. Damn! No
underwear on. Just a hairy damp wet pussy. She smiled
at me and I slid two fingers right into the moist
orifice. It didn't seem to phase her. This must be the
type of broad you find in some of these erotic stories.
I was finger-fucking her when I felt another hand on
mine. It was my brother-in-law John's. He must have had
the same idea I had. We both started laughing. It kind
of killed the sexual atmosphere that we created, so I
pulled my wet fingers out of her wet pussy. My God, so
much wetness. I held my fingers to my nose. It stunk, I
mean it really stunk. The guy that dropped her off must
have fucked her. Damn, sure killed the mood for me. I
said that I was going to the men's room and would be
right back. I had to wash my hands, they smelled nasty.
When I got back, I told John I was ready to go. As we
were getting ready to leave, she asked us if we could
drop her off at her friend's house. Being the nice guys
and her letting me get some jollies, we took her to her
friend's. I offered to drive and John jumped in the
back seat with Charlotte. That's what she told us her
name was. She said her accent was French. I should have
guessed that when she said she was from Canada.
I was hardly out of the driveway when John had her
skirt up and his zipper down laying the hose to her. He
asked me if I wanted in on the action and I just
replied, "No, Thanks." We dropped her off, actually
John walked her to the door. I thought that was nice of
him but of course she was pretty intoxicated and we
wanted to make sure it was the right place.
The little bit of action I had made me horny. When I
walked in, I went up to my wife Kathy and put my arms
around her and squeezed her boobs. It pissed her off
and she elbowed me in the side. Damn! it hurt.
I said, "All I wanted was to love you up a little."
She said, "Grabbing me by the tit is not my idea of
love. Why don't you go and read the porno like you
usually do?"
Another argument over the damn stories. How come none
of these authors wrote about real life? I don't know
wives like the ones I read about. Most of my friends
and relatives had wives like mine. On a scale of one to
ten, one being the lowest, my wife rated sex around a
two. I wish I could get her more excited but it just
wasn't working.
I remember the movie, ‘Sex, Lies, and Video Tapes'. It
was about a man … it was James Spader, but that's not
important … who talked to married women and they told
him all about their sex lives. He taped all the
conversations on VCR tapes. Man, now that's the kind of
job I want. All these married women telling me how they
lost their virginity and the deepest secrets they kept
from the husbands. They would also tell about their
fantasies.
Okay, starting today, that's what I'm going to do. I'm
going to become an author/writer. If there are any
women who want to write to me and tell me about their
sexual lives and fantasies, I will start a novel and
post all these stories after editing them. I'll title
it, "The Sexual Life Of The Married Wife." I will not
give away names so that the women won't be afraid to
write to me.
Now that would be a story worth reading. Maybe I could
get my wife Kathy to tell me her story, then I could
help her live any fantasies she has. I really want to
please her but it just doesn't seem to be working. She
is nothing like the women I read about in the stories.
In most cases that's a good thing.
A couple of days went by and I got a call from John. He
said he got in a horrible fight with his wife and he's
not going to have sex with her for a month. He told me
he got Gonorrhea from Charlotte. He was afraid he was
going to pass it on to his wife Sue, so he started an
argument with her about how she always holds sex back
from him. So this time he's going to do it to her. No
sex for a month. He didn't want to tell her about the
incident. I started laughing and said, "Now I know why
it smelled so bad." I was glad I stayed true to Kathy.
She would divorce me if I came home with a disease.
The holidays were coming and it was time for all our
Christmas parties. Our first one was Saturday. Kathy
looked great but, of course, to me she always looks
great. She had on a reddish color dress, cut to show
some cleavage. It was a couple of inches above her
knees. We sat with a few other couples who belonged to
the club. We had drinks and food, did some dancing.
Just being with Kathy made me feel good. I thought I
would do like they did in those damn stories and put my
hand above her knee and slide it up her legs.
Pantyhose, damn pantyhose, I hated them. I just wanted
to feel up my wife and I couldn't even get to the
goods.
As I was sliding my hand up her thigh she gritted her
teeth and look at me. "What in the hell do you think
you're doing. I'm not your slut. I'm your wife."
Why does it always work in the stories? I was just
getting aggravated. I just wanted to make love with my
wife but she wasn't going for it. That pretty much
killed the evening for me. When we got back to the
house, she told me that she didn't like the way I'd
been acting lately. She blamed it on the stories. She
always blamed it on the stories. She went to bed and I
just shut the door and went to read some more stories.
I was reading about cheating wives. I kept making Kathy
the cheating wife. I don't know why, she has never
cheated on me that I know of. I always like the
husbands to get even. I know that's what I would do if
I ever caught Kathy cheating on me. At least I hoped
that's what I would do. I was always drawn to those
kind of stories. I even wondered if I would like to see
Kathy with another man. I often think that, for the
instant gratification, the answer might be yes. But
then after it's over would be a definite no. I wanted
men to admire her, to see how great she was but I
didn't want anyone touching her. I wanted her to want
me, me only.
The next night after I got done reading the stories, I
walked into the bedroom and there sat Kathy with tears
in her eyes. It always bothered me to see her cry. I
quickly sat next to her and asked, "What is the
matter?"
She looked at me and said, "I'm losing you!"
"What? Where did you get such a stupid idea? I don't
love anyone but you. I haven't had any girlfriend or
affairs. What made you think I was going anywhere?"
"I'm not losing you to another woman, at least not yet.
I'm losing you to your stories. I can't be the woman
you want me to be. I read some of the stories you've
been reading. I don't want sex with another man or a
woman. I don't want to share you and I hope you don't
want to share me. If you ever brought a guy home and
wanted me to have sex with him, I would divorce you. I
love you but I can't live with a man I don't trust and
don't respect. If you want to share me with other men I
know I would lose all my respect for you. No good
decent husband would want to share his wife."
"God, Kathy, I don't want that either. That's just some
of the stories I read. I was trying to find out
different ways women react and what they want. Then
maybe I could do that for you. I love you, Kathy. I
know that I have been a lousy lover the last few years,
maybe even longer. I want to change but I need your
help. I need to know what your likes and dislikes
really are. We been married twenty-four years and I
still don't know you well enough to make you sexually
happy. We haven't really communicated in a long time. I
need you to talk to me, I need to know your likes and
dislikes, your fantasies. I'll try to understand your
needs if I can."
"Jim, I'm sure I've told you a lot of this stuff over
and over throughout the years. But I'll try and explain
everything I can to you again. My sexual past is not
going to give you a hard-on. I'll tell you that right
off the bat. I am not fond of men in general. I don't
mean to say I hate men. I don't trust most men, I never
have. You see, when I was just a young girl, I was
molested. I wasn't raped. There's a difference. There
were a number of us little girls that hung around
together in the park. One day a man came by and talked
to us and gave us candy. After he gained our trust he
had us touch his sexual parts. He then touched ours. I
got scared and ran home and told my mom. We went back
to the park with the police and the man was arrested. I
had to testify as a little girl at the trial. I was
really scared. I never trusted men after that."
"My God, Kathy, I'm so sorry. I wish I had listened
before. I feel so bad for you."
"That's why I explained to our girls the way I did, to
protect them. They needed to know not to be afraid if
something happens to them. It's not their fault. Don't
be afraid to talk to us, that we were always there for
them. So you see, Jim, I always had a distaste for men
that tried to grope me. To try and feel me up, if you
will."
"What about me, Kathy? We've made love hundreds of
time, didn't I turn you off?"
"No, Jim, I fell in love with you. When we met you
actually courted me. Remember the candy, flowers, the
first kisses? I wanted you, Jim. I didn't put you in
the category of a stalker but as a lover. I wanted to
make love to you but I needed loving and caressing and
understanding. You did all those things for years. Then
of course our child rearing years changed everything.
Between working, cleaning, all the house chores, I was
tired a lot. I just didn't put sex or love on the top
of our agenda and eventually it just became mundane. In
the last couple of years you became kind of a pervert.
You tried to treat me like those men in some of those
stories treated their wives. I was remembering my
childhood all over and it was bothering me."
"Why didn't you come and tell me? Why did you stop
confiding in me?"
"You became part of the problem, Jim. You wanted women
like those in your stories. I read those stories and I
can't be like them, Jim. I just want you," as she
started to cry.
I held her. My God, all these years she was holding so
much in. I asked her about fantasies, whether she had
any?
"Jim, to be honest, you were my only fantasy. I wanted
a caring man. That was you, Jim. I wanted an
affectionate lover, and a good husband, again that was
you. I have never been with another man, I have no
desire to be. So in that sense, Jim, I have no other
fantasies. I'm sorry."
"Kathy, I want to do things for you and with you. I
don't care what other people think. I just want to be
affectionate with you."
"What do you mean by affectionate, Jim? I want to
please you too."
"Well, remember when I was sliding my hand up your leg
and you didn't want me to?"
"But, Jim, we were in public. Do you want other people
to see you groping me?"
"Not groping, honey, loving you. I wanted them to see
we were in love and I could make you feel good anytime,
anywhere, as long as we don't get arrested. I wouldn't
want the kids to think we were perverts," I laughed.
"I don't know, Jim, that's kind of scary. What if
someone sees your hand going up my dress?"
"They would say, ‘What a lucky fellow to have such a
beautiful woman. I wish I was in his shoes.' Then they
would get hard-ons and not be able to do anything about
it."
"But, Jim, they may see my private parts. Do you want
that? Other men to see me? If your hand is on my
breasts or pussy, people are sure to see it."
"Honey, after reading the stories and trying to find my
true feelings, this is how I feel. I love you with all
my heart. I want you and I don't care if another man
sees parts of your body. I don't care. As long as no
one but me ever touches them. If I'm fingering you and
you are enjoying it, I don't care if someone sees us.
If we don't make it home and make love in the car, I
don't care if someone walks by. You see, Kathy, this
was very hard for me. I know you dress sexy. I know
that other men look at you. It makes me feel good that
I have such a gorgeous wife. As long as you belong to
me and me only, I want other men to desire you. I just
don't want them to have you. Do you understand where
I'm at with this? Do you think you might be too modest
to try this?"
"Jim, I'm a mother. Any woman who has had a baby lost
her modesty a long time ago. Getting a pap test or a
mammogram is another modesty killer. I'm just worried
about being known or thought of as a slut."
"You're my wife. I promise to always protect you. I'll
always be there for you and I promise whenever you say
stop, I will stop. I want us to enjoy our relationship.
That means both of us. If you're not enjoying it, I
promise to stop. Also if any man ever tries to touch
you, I'll be there to protect you. I don't want men
trying to grope you."
"Jim, you're a little late there. Men have tried to
grope me my whole life. I don't think there is a woman
alive that wasn't groped. I don't think the majority
enjoy it but it does happen."
"Kathy, why didn't you ever tell me? I could have
protected you."
"Sweetheart, that's one of the things I always loved
about you. My knight in shining armor. Men are always
trying to touch women. Why they think that a stranger
touching a tit is a major turn on for a woman is beyond
me. A man putting his hand on my ass is asking for big
trouble. I've slapped a lot of faces and kicked quite a
few gonads. It seems to be a pretty good deterrent."
"Kathy, will you think about some of the things we
talked about. I want to try and add spice to our love
life but it takes two of us. Anytime you say ‘No,' then
no it is. Just say you'll try?"
"Jim, you need to know that I'm not the only one who
has slacked in the love department. There've been a few
times that I tried and you didn't respond, and a few
other times where you couldn't get it up. I took that
as my body wasn't good enough to give you an erection.
That hurt me too, knowing my husband couldn't respond
to me. I even asked you to go to the doctor and you
refused. How do you think that made me feel?"
"I'm so sorry, I think I had stress problems at the
time. I know I have it solved now. It won't happen
again but if it does I promise to seek medical
attention. Because if I can't get excited looking at
you, I need a coroner not a doctor." I couldn't tell
Kathy, but the reason I couldn't get it up was I had
masturbated just a few minutes before. I had just
decided that if I wasn't getting any, I'd do it myself.
Just bad timing.
We didn't make love that night. I knew she needed time
to think. We did cuddle, cuddling is good. Just being
close to her was nice. She just backed up into me as I
cuddled up against her butt. She didn't object to me
even touching her breasts. Just maybe things were
starting to work out.
The following Saturday we had my work party. I worked
in a large factory. There were hundreds of people at
the party. We sat with her sister Sue and Joe. They
were back to talking but Joe had another week of
treatments before having sex. I couldn't help laughing
when looking at Joe.
My Kathy looked great. She just knew how to dress.
Always sexy but not slutty. More cleavage and a black
dress that was dressy as hell. It was just about four
inches above her knees and nearly no back. It had cups
for her breasts, she couldn't wear a bra with it. She
looked beautiful. She looked at me and said, "Jim, I
want you to know that I dressed entirely for you
tonight. I hope you like the way I look."
"Like? You mean love the way you look. I don't know if
I want you to dance with anyone else. I don't know if I
want any men that close to you." I didn't tell her but
the only drawback about the way she dressed for me was
the damn pantyhose. I hate pantyhose.
Everyone wanted to dance with Kathy. She looked at me
and laughed every time a man put their hand on her bare
back. I guess she thought it was funny, but where else
could they put their hands? I didn't like the
alternative. She wouldn't let anyone pull her in close
to get a feel of her breasts. It looked like a few
tried to get her close but her look stopped them. She
was one hell of a woman. I just should have taken the
time to communicate with her earlier. I know she had
told me about her past before but I probably just
wasn't paying close enough attention.
I danced with Kathy and pulled her in close so that her
breasts were against my chest. She looked at me and
smiled. I put my arms around her and slid my hands down
off her bare back and put them lightly on her butt. I
pulled her into me to see what her response would be.
She squeezed me around the middle and said, "Only you,
baby, only you."
I had to kiss her. I couldn't help it. We were like to
newlyweds. After I kissed her, she looked at me again
and said, "I love you, Jim." Then she put her arms
around my neck and kissed me again. It was a kiss of
passion. I griped her ass tight with both hands and
pulled her into me even tighter. I had to break the
kiss. I had a hard-on and didn't want to shoot off into
my pants.
She said, "Did I do that to my baby? When we get home
I'll have to take care of it." We walked over to our
table and her sister Sue asked, "Kathy, what has gotten
into you? I've never seen you act like that before? You
go, girl, you looked hot."
Kathy looked at her sister and said, "I'm re-
discovering love with my husband. It feels great."
Her sister looked at her husband John and said, "I wish
he would do some re-discovering."
I had to go to the restroom. When I got back to the
table I saw Kathy dancing with one of the office gents
from our plant. I knew he had been watching us most of
the night. I guess he figured this was his chance while
I wasn't there. He tried to pull Kathy closer but she
shook her head no. I could see he wanted to try what I
did, so he slipped one hand down to Kathy's ass. She
immediately looked over at me to see my reaction. I was
pissed. I got up went across the dance floor and up to
the bastard. I said, "You son of a bitch, get your
fucking hands off my wife this instant or I'll mop the
floor with you here and now." He immediately took his
hands off my wife completely and started to walk away.
I said, "Hey, bastard, I think you owe my wife an
apology. She's waiting." I said it loud enough so the
people near us could hear.
He looked at Kathy and said, "I'm sorry. I was way out
of line. It was totally inappropriate. Please accept my
apology." Then he turned and went back to his table
totally embarrassed. Kathy never said a word. Another
slow song had started as I took her in my arms. She
looked up at me and smiled. "My hero, my knight in
shining armor. My protector, my love."
I just put my hand where the man wished his was and
pulled her in tight again. She just hugged me and
smiled. I did have to ask her what she would have done
if I wouldn't have reacted the way I did?
"I was ready to knee him in the gonads and then I would
have called a cab and gone home. When he touched my
ass, I didn't like it. What right did he have to touch
me like that? That's where I believe your stories are
wrong. Most women do not want to be groped by anyone.
They want to be loved by their lovers. When you touch
me like you are now, it just seems right."
One thing about Kathy is that she tells you what she
thinks. I'm sure glad I reacted the way I did or our
marriage might have headed in the wrong direction. She
was definitely a one man woman and I was that man. I
learned more about Kathy sexually in the last two weeks
than I knew about her in the last twenty-four years.
We went back to our booth and as we were watching
everyone I took a chance. I put my hand on her
pantyhose covered knee. I knew I couldn't do much with
those damn pantyhose but I needed to know how she was
going to react. She put one hand gently on top of mine.
She didn't apply pressure like she was going to stop me
so I gently moved our hands up her thigh. All of a
sudden I was touching skin. She didn't wear those damn
pantyhose. She wore nylons and a garter belt. She just
looked at me with a loving grin and said, "I heard you.
I know you hate pantyhose. I'm trying to learn, Jim, I
really am."
I leaned over and kissed her. As I did she removed her
hand from mine and I continued up her thigh until my
hand covered her panty covered mound. I felt the warmth
and gave it a gentle squeeze. I knew a few people saw
us. But we didn't care. After squeezing her, I pulled
my hand out from underneath her dress and kissed her
one more time. Her sister looked over and said that the
two of us looked hot.
We decided to leave the party shortly after our little
make-out session. I was glad. I wanted her and it was
great knowing that my wife really did have feelings for
me. When we got home I asked her to let me undress her.
As I mentioned earlier we were like two newlyweds. I
slipped the dress off her shoulders exposing her
breasts. She might have been in her forties but she
looked great to me even without clothes. All she had on
was her garter belt, nylons and panties. She was going
to take them off when I stopped her. I asked her to lie
down on the bed and let me do the rest.
I first dimmed the light to make it more romantic. Then
I unfastened her nylons from her garter belt. I slowly
removed her nylons, rolling them very sensuously over
her thighs and down her calves. She was lying there
smiling at me. It was going to be like a game … an
erotic game. We were going to have our wits about us
and just have fun. I could see it happening. After
removing her hosiery, I began pulling her panties off.
She was almost laughing, romantic but fun. I left her
garter belt, but as soon as I removed her panties which
I might add were soaked with her juices, I lifted up
her legs and muff-dived right into her pussy. She
yelled out, "Jim. No, you know I don't like that."
I said, "Wrong, honey, you don't like giving oral sex
but you have always loved receiving it."
"Jim, please, I can't do it for you. You shouldn't have
to do it to me."
"I don't have to do anything. I want to do it. I know
you have always loved it and I love doing it for you,
only you. You taste so damn good."
She told me shortly after we were married that she
couldn't give head. She found it disgusting. A man
taking his cock and pushing it half way down a woman's
throat until she choked. Where was the pleasure for the
woman there? We did try it about three different times.
She gagged and threw up twice. How could I tell the
love of my life to try harder? Oral sex just wasn't in
her makeup.
I was pushing my face all over her mound. I kept
pushing my tongue into her. Flicking her clitoris with
my tongue. Literally chewing lightly on her mound. I
was going to make her come. I had to, I wanted her to
know I'd do anything for her. I felt her juices
beginning to flow. She put her hands on the back of my
head and started pumping her pussy into my face.
"My God, my God, it feels so good. More, Jim, more."
I kept moving my face, nose, mouth, tongue, all over
that wet pussy until she exploded. My face was covered
with her juices. I kept rubbing my face on her pussy
until I knew her orgasm was complete. I then wiped my
face off on a towel that I had placed there earlier and
then climbed up next to her to cuddle.
She slipped off the garter belt and turned on her side
and pushed her ass against my rock hard cock. "Take me,
Jim, take me just like this. Make love to me. I want to
feel you"
I got just the right angle and pushed my cock deep into
her pussy from behind. She was working her ass as much
as I was working my cock in and out. I reached around
and grabbed her breast. I squeezed it and started to
make her nipple hard. She never liked her breasts
messed with unless she was in passion. I remembered
that much. I heard her yell out, "Please, Jim, I'm
ready to come, please come with me." And cum I did. I
pulled her ass back against my pelvis and pushed my
cock as hard and as far in as I could get and just let
loose. She let out a scream or moan or something. All I
knew was that it was great.
She grabbed the towel that I wiped my face off with
earlier and said, "I hate this part. It takes some of
the fun out of it." She took the towel and as I pulled
out of her she put the towel between her legs and
headed for the bathroom. I just reached up, grabbed a
couple of tissues and wiped myself off. Then when she
came back to bed she slipped on a little nightie,
panty-less, and crawled in next to me and put that
sweet ass right back against my pelvis. Then she said,
"No more tonight sweetheart, just hold me," as we both
nodded off to sleep.
That was some of the best sex we'd had in years. When I
awoke the next morning I could smell coffee. I was
still naked and slipped my pajama bottoms on and headed
to the kitchen. There was Kathy in her knee length robe
mixing up some batter for pancakes. I sneaked up behind
her and put my arms around her and gave her a hug. I
pushed up against her behind and got the start of a
hard-on. "Didn't you get enough last night?" she
smiled, as I pressed harder against her.
I started to pick her up as she asked, "Jim, what are
you doing?"
"Something we haven't done in years." I picked her up
and sat her on the kitchen table and spread her legs.
Good, she still hadn't put on panties.
She started laughing at me and said, "Honey, the table
is for eating on."
I smiled at her and said, "Oh, I'm sorry" and dropped
to my knees and started eating her pussy. I knew it was
cleaned up from the night before. She was laughing and
I was eating her out. When she got nice and moist I
stood up and slid my hard cock into her. She put her
arms around me and just said, "God, I love you." As
soon as we both came she said, "Carry me over to the
paper towels. I have another mess to clean up," as she
laughed.
As she went to clean up again, I went ahead and started
the pancakes. Life was good and getting better. I'm
loving Christmas this year.
She came back into the kitchen and kissed me. "Honey,
about once or twice a week is all my little pussy can
handle. I hope you understand that, as much as I love
it, we still have other things in our life that have to
get done. But if you ever really need me I'll be there
for you."
See what I mean, a real woman. A real life. A real
marriage, communication and honesty, what more can you
ask for in a marriage? The damn authors don't have a
clue. They must all live in their own fantasy world.
It's kind of funny, our love life improved and
everything else improved with it. We both seemed
happier, fewer arguments, I spent a lot less time
reading stories. I still had to read some, still
addicted. But I wasn't looking for answers any more.
There was one more Christmas party to attend. It was
the law firm that my wife worked for. She has been a
secretary there for a number of years. She really liked
her job. Her sister Sue worked there also so we had a
couple to sit with where at least I knew someone. We
decided to get a room for the night. The party was
being held at the Holiday Inn and was about an hour's
drive away.
Kathy decided to dress in a white dress this time. Lots
of lace and silk. As she was getting dressed I raised
up her dress to see if it was pantyhose or a garter
belt. She laughed as I lifted up the front. "Jim, what
are you doing? No, dear, it's not pantyhose. I told you
I always dress for you when we go out together. When
are you ever going to get it through that thick head of
yours?"
Then I noticed her panties. A lacy thin semi
transparent pair. I could see where she trimmed her
bush some also. I leaned in and kissed her mound as she
started laughing. "Jim, stop or we never will get
there."
Right then I don't even care if we went. Finding this
new found love for each other was all I ever wanted. As
we headed out the door Kathy caught the heel of her
shoe in the crack of the sidewalk. "Oh shit, Jim, I
broke my heel. I need a pair of shoes to match my
outfit. Shit, shit, shit," she screamed out.
"Don't worry, your knight in shining armor … or at
least a suit … will take you quickly to the store to
buy another pair." We headed quickly to the mall. When
we entered we could tell business was somewhat slow. It
was a big weekend for Christmas parties and getting
late. Kathy sat down and a young man approached her and
asked what she was looking for. She showed him her
broken heel and he went looking for some type of high
heels that would serve the purpose. I told Kathy I was
going to look around at some shoes while waiting for
her.
She picked up a magazine about shoes that was sitting
on the seat next to her. The young man came back and
lifted up my wife's leg to try on a pair that he had
brought over. I had a good view from where I was
standing. The salesman could see right up her dress all
the way to her lacy panties. Kathy acted as though
nothing had happened and then pushed the dress down
between her thighs to end the great view the salesman
had. She told him the shoes were just right and that
she would wear them. As he got up I saw him hold a box
in front of him. I could tell he had a hard-on and saw
a drop of pre-cum staining the front of his pants.
My wife smiled as we left the mall. I looked at her and
said, "You showed that salesman your pussy, didn't
you?"
"No, honey, I showed you my pussy. I saw you staring at
me from the racks. He was just lucky enough to be in
the right place at the right time. As I keep telling
you, I'm not showing myself to other men but I will
show myself to you. If the bystanders see something, so
be it. That's what you said you wanted. If you want it
differently, then you have to tell me."
I smiled at her and said, "I love you, Kathy."
The party was in full swing. Kathy took me around and
introduced me to her bosses and some of the other
secretaries. She pointed to one of the tables and said
that the man sitting there was the CEO of the company.
The head honcho, Mr. William Welch.
I said, "Let's go up and introduce ourselves."
Kathy said, "We can't do that. He's the owner of the
firm."
"Honey, he's a man just like me, only richer. You're
his employee and should say hello." I took Kathy by the
hand as we walked up to Mr. Welch.
Before we even got to him he stood up and offered his
hand to Kathy and said, "Kathy, I'm so glad to finally
meet you. You must be Jim, Kathy's husband. I'd like
you to meet my wife Margaret," who stayed seated but
was cordial in shaking our hands.
Kathy couldn't believe he knew who we were.
We said our hellos and were getting ready to walk away
when Margaret asked to speak to Kathy. Kathy sat down
next to her and waited to hear what this was about.
Margaret began by saying, "I know the rumor mill is
talking about a possible executive secretary opening.
I'm here to tell you it's true and you are one of the
few ladies that we want to interview for the job. I
know Christmas is next week but do you think you will
be able to come in Monday for an interview? I know this
isn't the right time and place to discuss this but I
would like to get the interview done as soon as
possible."
Kathy said, "Margaret, I'd honored to even be
interviewed for an executive position."
"Okay, then, ten o'clock Monday morning and please
bring your husband. Don't tell anyone else about this
please. We are trying to make a few changes quietly."
"You have my word. I'll tell no one but Jim. Thank you,
Margaret."
Kathy got up and we went back to our table. I asked her
what that was all about and she told me about an
executive secretary position that has been rumored
around and that she was to be interviewed for the
position. She said there were about eight executive
secretaries and had no idea which position was being
filled. She did say they wanted me there for the
interview. I had no idea why but I wasn't going to lose
this chance for advancement for my wife.
Sue and John showed up a few minutes after us. They
actually looked like a couple. Sue told Kathy that John
was like a new man. He didn't just fuck her anymore. He
made love to her. She said she took Kathy's advice and
sat down and had a heart to heart talk with him. They
had the same problem over the years … they had stopped
communicating. But now that had all changed. John
looked a lot happier also.
Since Sue and Kathy were sisters, they did look a lot
alike. Two good looking women with two proud husbands.
We were having a great time, dancing and probably
drinking too much. A number of men asked Kathy and Sue
to dance. Of course I always kept my eyes on Kathy. As
usual men wanted to hold her closer but she didn't go
for it. No bare back tonight, that made me feel a bit
more secure. No one tried grabbing her ass this time.
That was a good thing.
When we were dancing I asked her why she thought the
men didn't try anything. She smiled at me and said no
names but a few of their gonads are still probably
hurting from times gone by, as she laughed and pulled
me closer. I did slide my hands down to her butt and
squeezed gently. Didn't want her to be the talk of the
office with her interview coming up.
When we sat back down Kathy and Sue left for the
ladies' room. I guess it's a thing where women can't
piss on their own or something. Anyway when they got
back we were sitting in a corner booth where hardly
anyone could see. When Kathy sat down I put my hand on
her leg. She started smiling at me because she knew
what was coming next. She put her hands around my neck
and kissed me. That was all I needed as I slid my hand
up her thigh feeling skin all the way up. When I reach
her mound it was bare. She had taken her panties off.
She took them out of her purse and tucked them into my
suit pocket like a hanky. I couldn't believe it. Her
vagina was moist and as I slid a finger in I heard an
intake of breath.
"Honey, let's go to the room now," she spoke. We
quickly said our good byes and headed up to the room.
When we got to the elevator Kathy broke out in
laughter.
I looked at her and asked, "What is so funny?"
She pointed to my suit pocket and said, "Every person
there saw my panties sticking out of your pocket. Talk
about rumors, they'll be flying for sure now."
She didn't seem to care. I was her man and she didn't
care what others thought. Since we were the only ones
in the elevator I reached down and planted two fingers
into her moist vagina. We kissed as I fingered her.
When we got to our floor an elderly couple were
standing there when the door opened. I quickly pulled
my finger out of my wife.
The elderly woman told us to get a room which I
responded, "Yes, madam, we are headed there right now."
Her husband looked at me and said, "Nice, very nice,
have fun while you're young."
We went in our room and both stripped immediately. We
jumped on one of the two beds in our room and just kind
of wrestled around. Finally after getting the upper
hand I pinned her to the bed. While holding her arms I
leaned down and took one of her breasts in my mouth.
"Jim, be careful with those. They're sensitive." I
licked and sucked at them until I could hear Kathy say,
"That's it, baby. Yeah, just like that."
All that time reading all those stories and all I had
to do was communicate with Kathy. God, how can a man
love a woman so much after twenty-four years?
I slid down and started kissing her belly. I let go of
her arms and she put her hands behind my head and
pulled me into her mid-section. I was about to go down
on her when she asked me to come up and kiss her. As I
came up, she rolled me over on my back, laid across me
with her boobs pressing down onto my chest. She began
kissing me passionately and I thought she was getting
ready to mount me. Instead she put both hands around my
hard cock until only the head showed. She then lowered
her mouth and very methodically took the head of my
penis into her mouth.
I wanted to say something but knew this definitely was
not the time to talk. I watched as my beautiful wife of
twenty-four years took the head of my penis and slowly
sucked on it. Only the head. She had her hands wrapped
around the rest of my cock to make sure she didn't take
too much. She began to increase the pace. I knew there
was pre-cum there but she kept sucking it like a giant
lollipop. I reached down and was able to finger her
while she sucked. In fact she moved her bottom more
toward me so I could get two fingers in. She was wet,
really wet. The loving way she was sucking me was
making her hot. I watched as the juices from her mouth
and the pre-cum kept running down the head of my cock
and onto her hands. I had to tell her to stop.
"Kathy, honey, please stop, I'm about to come, I can't
hold back much longer."
She stopped for a second, looked over at me and said,
"It's okay, baby, this one's for you."
Then she put her mouth back on the head of my cock and
I started shooting one of the biggest loads of my life
into her waiting mouth. She left her mouth slightly
open and as the sperm hit the back of her mouth it came
dripping back out over her hands and down onto my
pelvic area. I have know idea how long it lasted but it
was one of the best cums of my entire life. When I was
done spurting Kathy climbed up next to me and wiped her
hands off on the sheets. Then she asked if I wanted a
taste? She still had some on her mouth. I have never
done that in my entire life but it was my wife who did
it for me. I grabbed her and kissed her as hard and
passionately as I knew how.
She looked at me and said, "See, honey, I'm still
trying."
I told Kathy that my body was totally spent and after a
little nap I wanted to make love to her. We slept maybe
two hours and I woke up. Kathy was awake also. She
rolled over on her back and we started all over again.
First it was me pleasing her and then making love.
I said, "Forget about the icky clean up. We are in a
motel room with two beds and we will just change beds."
She asked, "What about the maids cleaning up the mess.
They'll know what we did?")
I looked at my beautiful wife and said, "Yeah, isn't
that great!" So we switched beds and back to sleep we
went.
Monday finally arrived. Kathy chose to wear a pant suit
for her interview. She looked like a business woman. I
knew she had the confidence and of course I was rooting
for her. As we entered the business office, we were
escorted to the top floor of the building where
Margaret greeted us. Besides being Mr. Welch's wife,
she was also the chief executive secretary for her
husband. They have been together for forty years. I
thought it a bit odd that they were in on the final
decision making of executive secretaries for their
associates.
Mr. Welch came out and asked Kathy into his office.
Margaret in turn took me to hers. I asked Margaret why
I needed to be here? This was a position for Kathy. She
explained that their business was built on confidence,
honesty, integrity and family values. All of these
traits were important. Margaret said that she would
leave on the intercom so that I could hear the
interview. Afterwards we would rejoin Kathy and her
husband.
Mr. Welch spoke first: "Kathy, this job is extremely
important to the firm. We, Margaret and I have built
this business from a one room office to the building we
are in right now. We are known for our honesty, our
integrity and our family values. We hope most of our
employees have these attributes. We have been watching
you for quite awhile now. We haven't been spying on you
or anything like that, but we have watched how you've
conducted yourself. Your superiors have given you the
highest of marks. Your client relationship is superior.
Your way of handling aggressive unwanted behavior is
important. Would you explain how you would handle it?"
"Well, Mr. Welch, I love but one man and that's my
husband, Jim. If I receive advances from any other men,
I will first decline their advances. The second time I
give a stern warning. The third time, they receive a
knee in their gonads. If it should go any further, I
would report it to my superiors and if the problem
isn't taken care of, I will sue the violator and the
company. If that sounds harsh to you I'm sorry, I'm
just giving you the truth."
"I agree totally with you Kathy. I have two situations
to bring to your attention and need your input. First,
at your husbands company party we just happened to have
people attending that party. It seems that someone made
unwanted advances toward you and your husband reacted.
Second, the couple entering the elevator at our party
just happens to work at this firm. Would you care to
comment on these situations?"
"Yes, sir. My love for my husband comes first in my
life. The way he handled the situation at his party
made me proud to be his wife. And the couple on the
elevator just happened to see two people married
twenty-four years and truly in love. I will not make
excuses for romancing or loving my husband. Even at the
cost of this position."
At that point Margaret and I came out. I walked over to
my wife and hugged and kissed her and suggested we
leave. Mr Welch said, "Please, both of you sit down.
You need a further explanation. The executive position
that is open is not for my associates. It's for me.
Margaret wants to stop working and spend more time with
our grandchildren. The position is the most important
executive position we have. I need someone like you,
Kathy. A woman who loves her husband, will not
compromise herself or her position. Trust, loyalty,
honesty are the top virtues we need here. Your husband
is also important to us. When we have company dinners
and parties, we need him by your side as a loving
husband."
I spoke up, "I will always be at my wife's side. She
means more to me than anything and I will help her
anyway I can. I do have one request though. This is the
holiday season and now Kathy is going to worry about
this position until it's filled. Could they please
notify us as soon as your decision is reached so we can
go on with our lives. I don't want my wife being a
nervous wreck for weeks."
Margaret said, "That sounds fair enough. Please wait in
my office for a few minutes?"
We entered the office and noticed Margaret had left the
intercom on. We heard them talking. "Well, Bill, what
do you think?"
"I like her a lot, Margaret. I think she would be a big
asset to the business. What do you think, Margaret.
Have any doubts?"
Margaret laughed, "Bill, if I had any doubts I wouldn't
have left my intercom on so they could hear this
conversation. Come on back in, Kathy, I think you heard
enough."
We came back in the room, both of us with tears in our
eyes. Margaret said, "It will be effective January 2,
2006. It will be announced in the paper on Christmas
day or the day after depending on publication. You are
free to tell you family and friends. We hope it livens
up their Christmas."
Margaret went on to state that she would be in every
day for a few hours training Kathy on all the duties.
They congratulated us on such a wonderful marriage and
said that was the deciding factor.
Then Mr. Welch said, "Kathy, just so you know. The old
couple getting on the elevator was my sister who owns
20% of the stock in the company. The man with her is my
brother-in-law. He voted 100% in your favor. He is the
best judge of character in this company. I have never
known him to make a bad decision other than marrying my
sister."
The week flew by. We had to finish our Christmas
shopping and tell the kids about their mom's new job.
Everything was good. I hadn't read any stories in a few
days. Why read about it when I had the real thing?
After visiting with the kids on Christmas Eve, we went
home to relax. While Kathy was taking a shower I
decided to checking on an erotic story or two. It
didn't bother Kathy anymore as long as I didn't stay on
the computer. Kathy got out of the shower with a towel
wrapped around her and came over to see what I was
looking at. It was a story on anal sex. Kathy looked at
the screen and said, "Don't even go there, buster," and
smiled.
I turned off my computer and went to take a shower
myself. When I came out of the bathroom, there lay
Kathy in a lacy red and silk baby doll pajama set,
basically a bra and panties set, pretty much see
through. She said, "Merry Christmas, sweetheart."
I went over to the closet and took out a bouquet of
flowers I had bought her, along with box of chocolates,
her favorite. "Merry Christmas to you too, the love of
my life."
I then stood in front of her completely naked and put a
Santa hat on. She looked at me and started laughing. I
told her that Santa was going to come tonight. With
that we lay on the bed and made love till we both fell
asleep.
The next morning I heard voices in the kitchen. I
quickly got up put my pajama bottoms on, a t-shirt and
went to see who was there. It was our oldest daughter,
Donna. I wished her a Merry Christmas and asked what
brought her over so early? Kathy was making coffee and
she still had her robe on with her baby doll pajamas
underneath. I walked up behind here and gave her a
squeeze.
"Dad, hello! I'm here, that can wait a few minutes. I
just came over to drop off some of the food for dinner
later. Mom said we will be eating around 1:00pm. Why
are you so happy, dad?"
"Don't you know? Santa came last night," as Kathy
elbowed me again. Damn! That always hurts.
Donna said, "I hope my marriage will be as good as
yours when I get older. I wish I knew the secret."
We both looked at her and at the same time said,
"Communication." then I said, "And understanding and
love."
Hope you enjoyed the story
DG Hear
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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