Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Wedding Present (MF, humor?)
Date: 4 Dec 1995 02:20:42 GMT

			 The Wedding Present

	This is the fascinating tale about a man who knew his
limitations and the lady he loved more than anything else. He loved
her so much that he would forever sacrifice his honor, and possibly
his very spirit, so that she would have the joy she so richly
deserved.

	It all began a few years ago when these two, shall we call
them Jill and Jack, met in the office when Jill was newly-hired. This
was no love-at-first-sight for either one, particularly Jill. Jack was
immediately attracted to Jill's beauty, but he was very quiet and
reserved, some would say shy. Although nothing transpired for many
months, Jack could not help but be attracted to this dynamic and
exquisitely lovely vision, this gorgeous creature.

	But what really persuaded Jack to eventually seek even vague
recognition by this Venus-incarnate was her apparent unlimited
capacity for gentleness and... , well, niceness.

	Of course, there were several minor obstacles looming in their
way, not the least was age - he was 37 and he 50 - and marital status
- they were.

	For several years Jack persistently pursued this vision of
loveliness with a vigor that actually irritated Jill on many
occasions. She was more attracted by the novelty than anything else,
but he was sort of a nice guy. Nothing ensued that would excite the
reader. There were some brief, but passionate and heart-felt, hugs and
touches early in their "relationship" that certainly excited Jack and
maybe even Jill a little.

	But Jill soon found that her conscience could not accept this
and only agreed to the continuance of the "relationship" if it
remained platonic. Although Jack found this exceeding difficult he
acquiesced for he loved her dearly. Although it would have made no
difference to Jill, several times, unbeknownst to her, Jack seriously
considered the cruel act of leaving his family for her, but he could
never resolve how she could ever love someone who would do such a
thing. Jack was in a real moral dilemma.

	But since Jill had a rich and full married life she would have
rejected him anyway. It was clear to Jill he was just a passionate
suitor always faithful, hovering in the wings, where he belonged.

	For as long as he could remember he had thought that Jill was
the most luscious, delicious hunk of femininity he had ever seen. He
had thought that she carried herself with such elegance and
sensuality; she just dripped with voluptuous passion. God surely had
created many beautiful things, but this time She out did Herself.

	(Some may think that only a male could conceive of the perfect
female, but Jack had said that men wouldn't recognize the "perfect
female" if she were dropped in their lap. All they want is a good
fuck. Only a female can imagine all of the delightful traits of their
sex.)

	But you, dear reader, must be getting bored so I will just say
that life continued for quite a while like this.

	But life paid a cruel trick on Jack, for as he grew older,
both physically and mentally, Jill grew younger. Not only did her
passion for life and love increase, but so did her physically beauty
and youthfulness.

	And then a cataclysm happened. We needn't go into that here,
but totally beyond their control within a space of less than a year
they both found themselves "available".

	Jill did not enjoy being alone. For quite a while she had,
what some would call, a fling. Others, including, Jack, simply called
it, deserved recreation. She was radiant, basking in the limelight of
many, many virile and attentive men. She attracted men much younger
than her, both because she looked so young, but also because she felt
and acted youthful.

	But after an extended period of this she longed for peaceful
days. Being reluctant to part with a full and joyous life, she
hesitated. She also knew that, although she had virtually ignored Jack
during this time, he was always there, patiently waiting, kind,
faithful, gentle. She knew that with him her life would be comfortable
and happy and peaceful and dull.

	Anyway, one day, after a most strenuous weekend of frolic, she
decided that this was too much. Even while recovering from a great
hangover due to various excesses, she dialed Jack's number and invited
him for lunch. Jack showed up, irritatingly early, with some exotic
and expensive and useless gift.

	But he was nice and he did love her, dearly.

	Although she did not, at first, feel that it was the right
step to take, persistent pressure from Jack finally wore down her
resistance and in a moment of weakness submitted to his heart- rending
offer of marriage. Jack, being no dummy, arranged for the quiet
wedding to take place within a month. That month was spent in a flurry
of old-fashioned courting by Jack, to make up for lost time, and a
house purchase (Jack had been eyeing a particular one for a long time,
furiously dreaming, as only he was capable of, for this day).

	Jack, as I said, being no dummy, was exceedingly worried about
his ability to give her what he wanted most to give to this great and
wonderful person, joy, true, unadulterated joy, and this included the
physical and emotional joy of a fulfilling and passionate marriage
bed.

	Well, let's be blunt here. Jill loved to fuck. Her husband
must have thought she was insatiable.

	Once Jill told Jack (he was sort of a father figure to her and
she would spend a lot of time with him simply talking, he was a good
listener) that sometimes she would sit in her husband's lap with his
prick inside her while they watched adult videos. She would not let
him move, just squeeze him again and again with her cunt
(pubococcygeous muscles to Jack) until he came if she don't stop. I
guess you could sort of say that Jill was what one would call "really
into this sex thing."

	That really troubled Jack.

	But he had spent years in his lonely fantasy world (both
during his marriage and after) researching this problem. He thought he
had the perfect solution. Was it? I will leave it up to you, dear
reader.

	The small wedding ceremony was attended by immediate family
and a few very close friends, but Jack had invited four who he said
were friends outside of work. Jill was not a little bit irritated as
she hadn't wished to include even close friends.

	But she resigned herself to his foibles. Besides they were
very nice young men.

	The house they had purchased was a delightful old home not far
from the city. Although it was huge it was already divided into
several nice rentable apartments which should very nearly pay the
mortgage. The part they would use was warm and cozy. The house,
itself, was hidden in the midst of hundreds of trees in the near
country side. The rear of the home would be cleared for Jill's garden
and a small, private pool (these two were accomplished by Jack's four
friends as a present while Jill and Jack were away on their
honeymoon).

	During the honeymoon, an innocuous affair spent mainly
sightseeing, their daily intimate encounters were almost pathetic as
Jack tried desperately to please Jill in the way he erroneously
thought she wanted. He acted like a little boy most of the time and
tended to reach his climax "hours" before Jill, but in a not-boyish
manner - he patiently and lovingly led Jill towards many, many
crashing orgasms after his. Their times were pleasant and love-filled,
but due to his nervousness, could not really be called joyous. Jack
was in heaven. Jill was happy, but disappointed. "I guess this is the
way it is to be," she thought sadly.

	Actually, they were both glad to be back after the honeymoon.
The self-imposed pressure on Jack was horrendous, and Jill felt
weighted down by it also.

	"Once back home, maybe he will relax and remember how much he
loves me, and show it," she thought.

	But a rude greeting awaited Jill when they returned. She, of
course, was delighted with her garden space and pool, but, being a
basically private person, she was nearly devastated to find that he
had rented the apartments to his "friends" without consulting her, and
at a ridiculously low rate. This incident provoked their first real
fight since being married (they had had some before).

	Surprisingly, what finally soothed the stormy waters was the
roomers themselves. For several days, Jill took out her frustrations
and pent up emotions in the pool and garden. Oddly enough one of the
roomers, Max, a gardener by trade, came home one day and offered to
help her construct a raised-bed garden. Later he "volunteered" the
able assistance of the other three, Nevil, Gene, and Alan, when they
got home from work. Over the course of several days of back-breaking
work she came to know these fine men. Only then did she feel
comfortable in accepting Jack's irritating and constant barrage of
apologies.

	When she had resolved her objections to Jack's unilateral
decisions, she, characteristically, apologized to Jack, but made it
clear that she should be consulted on future decisions that would
effect her and her privacy. Jack fell all over himself apologizing
again. Their make-up kiss was a delight and almost resulted in some
hanky-panky right on the spot.

	That night in bed she came close to experiencing the emotional
(and physical) joy she had been desperately longing for. For nearly an
hour Jack simply played with her body, raising her to erotic heights.
He did have a masterful tongue and soft warm fingers and he played
them for all he was worth as they guided each other on that glorious
path.

	They fell comfortably asleep in each other's arms.