Author's Note:
I'd like to thank you for taking a look at my story. I want to make sure readers understand this isn't a Loving Wives story. I have, however, used many of the tropes and clichés that might be found in that other category as my own personal way of saying that I believe in the healing power of any relationship based on trust, respect, and love. Consider this my rebuttal to the excuse makers of the world. Thanks. I hope you enjoy my story. ~MLE
Chapter One - Getting Down To Business
My wife greeted me just like she did every morning, with a loving smile, a tender kiss, and a cup of hot coffee. She was something of a morning person and in her usual chipper mood, but unfortunately, I hadn't slept well at all and my state of mind was troubled at best. We'd barely been married two years and our life together had been perfect...until last night.
Kara was only twenty-five years old, an all-American blonde haired, blue eyed girl next door, and a very attractive woman. She'd been blessed with good genes, obviously, and had inherited her mother's slim build, sensual curves, and lovely face. She'd dated quite a bit throughout high school and then college, which was something I didn't much care to think about, but somehow she'd picked me to be her husband.
Not that there was anything wrong with me. I was almost four years younger, which had seemed like a big deal in the beginning, but not any longer. I'd always been the quiet, reserved type and so Kara had a bit more experience, not just with life, but with love, and I suppose she was more mature in certain ways. We were good together though, and I'd fallen under her spell immediately. When I said that she'd picked me, I mean exactly that. I hadn't asked her on our first date, she'd asked me. And she was so meltingly beautiful. I hadn't been able to say no to her in the beginning, and the idea of refusing her anything now was almost unthinkable.
If anything, my infatuation with my wife had only grown over the last three years that we'd been together. I was completely, hopelessly in love with Kara and that's why I felt so miserable after not being able to satisfy her in bed the evening previously.
"It can happen to anyone," Kara said, hugging me from behind as I sat down at the table. "You work too hard, that's all. Too much stress."
"Maybe," I sighed, but I knew she was only making excuses for me.
"We should take some time off," she suggested. "Mountains or the beach?"
"What? When?" I asked, almost smiling. Kara could be impulsive at times, and I loved that about her, one of many reasons. She had an impetuous, playful nature that could somehow pull even a wallflower like me out of his shell.
"What's wrong with today?" she asked, kissing my cheek.
"Oh, I don't know..." I shook my head. "I have so much going on and there's a meeting with those guys from marketing, and..."
"See?" Kara rolled her baby blues. "This is exactly what I'm talking about."
"Where are you going?" I asked, watching her sexy round butt wiggle as she crossed the kitchen.
Kara wore a pair of pink lace panties and a half-tee that left the bottom third of her breasts exposed, and her dark nipples threatened to poke through the threadbare cotton. She did that on purpose, too. The girl loved to tease me and I briefly wondered if she was trying to rub last night's failure in my face, but that wasn't fair at all. Kara was just being Kara...But Christ, she was sexy as hell and I reached down to grab my penis through my trousers. I had visions of bending her over the kitchen table right then and there.
I squeezed my cock and found some life there, but not much. A weak, half-hearted throb at best, and I might have only imagined that. What was wrong with me? A month ago I got hard just thinking about my wife's meat loaf.
"Hi, good morning...Yes, this is Kara Orchard and I'm afraid...Yes, Orchard, like apples. Exactly...Anyway, my husband won't be able to come in today...What's that?...Oh, yes. He's feeling terrible. We went out for seafood last night and I think he had some bad oysters...I know...Really? That's awful...Oh, thank you so much...Yeah, I'm sure he'll feel better tomorrow...Uh-huh, you too. Good-bye."
"What's awful?" I asked. "You didn't just get me fired, did you?"
"Don't be silly!" she said, giggling. "Michelle's boyfriend got sick the other day, too."
"Michelle?"
"Your HRO rep," Kara said. "Don't you know who you work for?"
"I used to," I said, scratching my head.
"You're hopeless!" she decided. "Now...Mountains or the beach?"
"Ummm..."
"I got a brand new bikini..." she sang, softly. "It's really, really small."
"Beach."
"Good choice!"
And my wife was right; I really did need a day off. That night, after a lot of hot and heavy foreplay, Kara gave me head until I threatened to explode in her mouth. I really wished she hadn't, because I felt almost desperate to make love to her, but she seemed to be enjoying herself much more than usual. I had to contract every muscle in my body to hold back and only at the last possible moment did she pull off. My cock pulsed once...twice...and a large dollop of semen appeared at the tip, but I was able to somehow contain my orgasm.
"Hmmm..." Kara licked the tip of my penis, gathering my leaking sperm with obvious pleasure.
"Whew!" I blinked and shook my head. "What's gotten into you?"
"I don't know," she shrugged, reaching under the pillows for something. "Sorry...Excuse me...Um, I just wanted to suck your cock tonight."
"That was a close one," I panted, catching my breath as she held up a foil packet containing a latex Trojan condom. "What's with the rubber? You're still on the pill, right?"
We'd used condoms before, but only when Kara needed to stop taking her birth control pills and get her cycle back on track. I didn't really understand how female plumbing worked, but that was always the explanation. I guess it was because her doctor would change her prescriptions from time to time. But she hadn't said anything about it recently and I wondered what was going on.
