Author's notes: This might seem rambling at times, but it is a true to life story of our 50 year marriage. My wife will help by narrating parts of this story, when the narrative calls for her. By the time is get posted, we will have celebrated 50 years of marriage, basically by ourselves, due to the Covid 19 virus. There will be some names changed because we want to, but places are all real.
Sunday, September 27, 1970, Seattle, Washington. That day is still the all time record high for that date. 87 degrees. If you know anything about Seattle, 87 is hot any day of the year, let alone the end of September.
Jay and Deb, do you take these vows in front of family, friends and God? Yes, Rabbi, we do!
This wedding took place just before we turned 24 and 23, during early October, that started with us meeting in late 1961, with me starting my Sophomore year in High school, and Deb starting her Freshman year, at different Seattle High Schools.
We dated off and on during high school, and even when I started college in a different city. I joined the Air Force, in 1966, after 2 lackluster years in college. After Basic Training and Air Police Tech School, I was sent to a small NATO munitions dump 65 miles west of London, England. There was another base, close by, a newly reopened World War 2 bomber base, that I worked at, too.
Deb's turn.
With Jay in the service, and me finishing a 2 year school, moving on to the U of W, where I joined a sorority, and started dating. Nothing ever too serious, until I started dating Joe. We actually went to the same high school, and had lost touch my first 2 years in college. Joe and Jay knew each other, and were as different as night and day. Jay was down to earth, a lot of fun to be around, but on the shy side. Joe, on the other hand, was always serious, and seemed to have little illnesses. Always something. I clearly remember my closest Aunt telling me, if he gets sick at 20 years old, be very careful, he may never get better. Thank you Aunt Bertha, you might have saved me from a lifetime of grief. I am so very glad I never let him into my panties. And never let him touch my boobs, without a bra or shirt on.
Jay takes over.
We only had a 3 day "honeymoon" spent mostly getting moved into our apartment. A little conflict with our wedding day and mother nature, kept us from doing much more than exploring each others body. Being raised very strictly, Deb wasn't quite comfortable being naked in front of me, at first. It took that first full night in our new place, when we finally made love for the first time.
I was not a virgin, but not exactly a super stud. At 5'9" and weighing a trim 185, I was still in the best shape of my life. Our first time was not anything the could be considered monumental. I have to admit my new wife was my very first virgin. Afterwards, just laying in bed, she looked at me and said, "how soon can you go again?" Let me tell you, by the third time in less than 2 hours, we were both exhausted. And satisfied.
Deb's turn.
Our first time barely got my motor running, leaving me really horny. The second time, I really got into this fucking thing. By the third time, I nearly saw stars. I do have to admit, here, that when Jay started kissing down from my boobs, to my stomach, I stopped him from eating me out. I was brought up that nice girls didn't do oral.
Jay returns.
One of the things that did not agree with Deb were birth control pills. She was changing so many times, that just under 16 months after our wedding, Josh made his appearance. 6 lbs even and 18 3/4" Yes, he was classified as a preemie. About 3 weeks early. The day of his birth, January 24, 1972 started one of the largest snow storms, Seattle had ever seen. It snowed for 2 solid days. Nearly 2 feet in total.
A little aside, here. For all you earth first, Sierra Club folks, we never, not even once, used disposable diapers. They were being touted, but both grandmothers supplied us with enough cloth diapers to choke a horse.
Working at a dead end retail job, I made the best decision of our lives. I went to the VA and took an aptitude test, and found out I was best suited for a career in Data Processing. IT to you youngsters.
Going to Seattle Community College, then Seattle University, my GI Bill paid for my education. An Associates degree in Data Processing and a 4 year degree in Business Administration.
1974 was another milestone. We purchased our first house. Our area was coming back from the Boeing Recession of the early 70's. We couldn't help but wonder how we could afford a house that sold for $27,950. 1974 prices.
When I was just finishing at Seattle U. I was already working at a large insurance company, looking into the future. One eventful weekend, Deb, Josh and I were at a local park, when we ran into 2 of my high school classmates. Both now Seattle Policemen. After talking for an hour, or so, they told me about a consulting job with the County Sheriff's office, where I could utilize both my Police background and my IT work. That was the start of my 36 years in Tactical Police Operations.
Deb takes over.
The 70's. Disco. Yuck! Josh growing up, and starting school. Our decision to not try for the big brother Josh asked for. Yes, we explained to him that wasn't possible. Our sex life flourished, but for some unknown reason, I wouldn't give or receive oral. My upbringing, I guess. We did, though start experimenting with different positions. Me on top, which I absolutely loved. Doggie became another favorite, too.
Having a child in school gave me the opportunity to volunteer for the PTA. I found my niche, using my organizational skills, as well as my Social Work schooling.
The entire time our son was in public school, we were PTA heroes. I was president at his Elementary, Junior High and High School groups. I was the school district president, and made a chairperson of a State PTA committee. I served a total of 8 years on the state board of directors of Washington State PTA. I was also the very first in our school district to be awarded a Lifetime membership in the National PTA.
In 1983 I was talked into running for a position on our School Board. Even though this was a non paying job, there were lots of politics around this election. We could not believe how many man hours of work were put into my run. Unfortunately, we came up short. Jay was more disappointed than I was, but I learned my lesson about running for public office.
Jay was such a good sport about helping out, at each level, that at the State convention in 1989, I surprised him in front of about 300 attendees by awarding him with the Supportive Spouse award, that to this day, is still given.
Back to Jay.
Near the end of the decade, I made a move to work at Blue Shield. In Western Washington, Blue Shield and Blue Cross were 2 very separate companies. I still kept my consulting gig with King County, and Deb and I kept our very active sex life going. No oral, but with as often as we did all our other stuff, I didn't mind. Or so I told myself.
I spent the entire decade if the 80's at Blue Shield, rising up the ladder in IT, while making good friends at the Sheriff's department.
Let me interject something here. For some reason, when the temperature would rise, so would Deb's sex drive. There would be nights when it was sweltering, she became insatiable. I will let her describe this one very memorable evening.
Deb.
Ladies, do you ever have a time when no matter how many times you cum, you just can't get enough? Let me tell you of one of those nights.
It must have hit 90 during the day, and didn't really cool down very much. As we laid in each others arms, Jay started kissing, again. Both my very aroused nipples. Down across my tummy. I inhaled, deeply. Down further. When his tongue hit my pussy for the first time in our 18 years of marriage, I nearly passed out! Oh, my fucking goodness, why did I wait so long? He licked, very slowly, up and down, coaxing my clit out of hiding. He must have thought he became a rodeo rider, holding on to my bucking hips. While I would never call myself a squirter, I did thoroughly soak his entire face with my sex juices. We both thanked our lucky stars that Josh could sleep through anything.
After nearly 2 hours of him eating my now very satisfied pussy, we showered, together, of course, and collapsed in bed. I couldn't have wiped the smile off his face if I tried.
Jay.
Was my 18 year wait worth it? Damn straight! I think I sprained my tongue, because the next morning it felt thick and swollen. I'm not sure if a tongue can be swollen, but mine sure felt like it was.
There were other great and notable events during the 80's. Josh had his Bar Mitzvah. A fantastic celebration of growing into manhood. Then his decision to play football in the 8th grade. A 126 pound linebacker. Deb cringed watching him, but he made several tackles each game he played in. About a year and a half later, Deb heard the worst 4 words from her doctor any woman can hear. "I found a lump!"
That night, we hugged, and yes we both cried. Her appointment with the surgeon was two days away. The longest two days in history. Surgery was scheduled for the following week. With my mother in law right by my side, it seemed to be taking an eternity. After 2 1/2 hours, the Doctor came out and told us the greatest news of all. Benign!! He told us it took so long because of its location and the denseness of her breasts.
This started us both thinking. Would Blue Shield pay for a breast reduction? The short answer, yes! With written notes from her surgeon and her back doctor, surgery was scheduled. On a nice August morning, her plastic surgeon took nearly 4 hours remaking her 38 DD breasts back down to the C cups they were when we got married. They were so firm she could go braless, if she wanted. Both the surgery and recovery time were worth the wait. In retrospect, we would have paid the price, with Deb now able to buy dresses that fit properly, and not paying a King's ransom for a decent fitting bra. At 41 years of age, she had the boobs of a teenager. And yes, there were outfits she found that allowed her to go braless!
Deb.
I would have never thought I could or would go braless at the age of 41. I was just so happy to ease the constant aching in my upper back, I couldn't help showing off my new chest. It didn't take a genius for those who knew me for years, to notice me considerably smaller. At least a half dozen of my close friends asked the name of the artist who sculpted my boobs. I should have received a commission, due to the added business he received.
