Sometimes change in a woman's life path means a change in our most intimate sexual being. This time that change started with the most unlikely person. My Pastors Wife.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely and not so purely coincidental! All characters are over the age of 18.
As this is my first story submission, all constructive feedback is greatly appreciated!
Hope you enjoy, LustyDreamer
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I have the same struggles as most married women with kids, a house to run and a part time job, and trying to keep some semblance of romance alive with my husband. Life can be stressful, and it was, but we were making the best of it.
My husband, Richard and I had just entered a new phase in our lives as the youngest of our three children had just left for college, I for one became concerned of what life would be like for us. No, if I thought about it, I was really quite scared. For the last 22 years Richard and I's lives centered on the kids, we really didn't know each other the way we used to, very strange.
Let me go to the beginning of my crazy story and give you some background to who I am and how I arrived in this situation that was going to change me, one way or another. And boy howdy did it ever change me!
My name is Kristy. I am 45 and married to the most wonderful and understanding husband named Richard, also 45. He is such a hunk of a hard working cowboy!
We were both raised in very conservative homes where faith in God played a big role. We both grew up on cattle ranches in eastern Oregon that had been in our families for four generations.
Life was uneventful for me growing up. There was always much work to do on the ranch and always school work to complete and turn in. None of us kids had much free time to get in any trouble. No complaints. I seldom felt that I was missing out on anything.
I knew my parents loved us kids and each other although affection was seldom ever displayed in our house and there were absolutely no hints of passion between my mom and dad. At the time it seemed normal to me.
As you can probably guess, love, sex, and marriage were hardly ever talked about. Most of my ideas of sex came from the pulpit of our church. Nothing useful or beautiful there!
Sex was to be kept in marriage only, Period. So dating took on the role of only finding a good spouse - not for just having a boyfriend to hang out with and have fun.
Between my mom's ultra modest ways and the weekly sermons denouncing all the evils of the world and prescribing ways to avoid them, it is no wonder that I grew up very shy and modest. In retrospect I think it's a messed up way to be raised and educated about the world. But Richard and I turned out pretty much intact.
I kept mostly to myself in High school. I came to know a couple girls pretty well after my parents saw that they would not corrupt their pure little daughter.
I was so shy that if any guy stopped and talked to me in the hall I would blush furiously and mumble excuses of having to be somewhere, then make my escape.
As a blossoming adolescent - almost a woman, I was a nervous wreck about the stares that my ample 34 C breast garnered from so many of the boys at school. I stand 5'3" tall and have reddish brown hair that is wavy and lays nicely to the middle of my back.
My husband Richard says I have perfectly shaped legs that beg his eyes to look up and up as they disappear beneath my skirt. Even after 25 years of married life he can still make me blush! (Can you tell I blush easily?)
Sorry, getting back to sharing my story. Like I said above, life was a little crazy. Richard and I had long ago fallen into very predictable routines. I work 3 days a week at our local bank as a teller and loan officer in training. I would usually go to the gym after work, come home and make dinner for our daughter and my exhausted cowboy hubby.
Richard and I still go to church, but like most people in these parts we don't take it too seriously, not anything like when we were growing up. Thank goodness! We still like to live the good clean life, but probably do so because work takes it out of you and the distractions and opportunities to lure you into much trouble just aren't there. I guess that's good, but now and then it sometimes feels like life is passing me by if you know what I mean.
Richard has been working like a madman. Especially these last couple years cause we couldn't afford to keep on the hired man that used to take some of the load off of Richard. I appreciate him so much, but often forget to show him that appreciation.
Richard and I talked last year about how we each seemed tired and bored with work and life and I suppose that included each other to some extent. We have taken a few weekend getaways over the years where just the two of us spend a couple nights away in a B&B a couple counties to the west of us. But still it seems like we are strangers with little to talk about except the kids and the next slough of bill's to pay on for the ranch.
Lately, on our weekly shopping trip to the city I noticed Richard paying a lot of attention to one of the checkout girls at the grocery.
He never used to be that chatty except when we were first married and more full of dreams and raging hormones. This checkout girl is a 22 year old blond bombshell all perky and smiles that attends the local college in the Ag program.
At first I thought nothing of it, but after I saw this scene repeated a couple of times the warning bells started sounding that maybe Richard was getting close to straying if he hadn't already.
I didn't know what to do, but I had to talk to somebody quickly and hopefully find help before it was too late. I love my cowboy and don't want to lose him!
Ron and Lynn are fun to watch. You can see the love and adoration flow between them. The way they look at each other is like newlyweds sharing an intimate moment with their eyes. Ron had been pastoring our little community church for three years and Lynn is the perfect complement to his naturally confident leadership. So caring and confident in her own right, they are very much two equals.
The couple of times I have dropped by to pick up deposits to take to the bank she was so gracious and full of that warm southern hospitality as she is originally from Georgia. I just love that hint of southern accent, it's so darn cute! She is a charming wavy black haired beauty with a great figure for a woman who is 52.
Anyway, I called Lynn and asked her if I could come by Monday after work and pick her brain on some relationship matters. She sounded genuinely delighted and was looking forward to seeing me again in a couple days.
When I got to her house after work I could smell the banana bread before I got through the door. Lynn greeted me with a warm hug and a beaming smile and invited me into her office den.
We chatted about small town life and raising kids and drank iced tea with our banana bread. After a while Lynn put her hand on my knee and asked what was on my mind.
I felt a little stupid and self conscious as I shared how I felt Richard and I were drifting apart, and maybe headed for trouble in our marriage. Lynn's look of compassion and understanding put me at ease.
It came as quite a shock when out of the blue she asked, "Do you like sex?"
