Beth and John's sex life just wasn't what it was 10 years ago when they married. When they were newlyweds it was incredible, twice a day, everyday. John was always eager to please Beth. He prided himself on the fact that he was able to bring her to climax every time and that she was always satisfied. He loved the way Beth responded to his touch and the way she squirmed, squealed, and thrashed during their lovemaking. However, in the past couple of years things have been changing little by little. First their intimate times were backed off to once a day, no big deal really. Then over time it's dropped from once everyday to maybe four times a week to three times a month. John thought that if they could spice things up just a bit in their love making that it could be even better than it used to be.
He had been dropping hints to Beth for a while now, giving her ideas for ways to bring the excitement back to their love life. Either she wasn't getting his hints or she just plain wasn't interested in sex with
him
. He had made up his mind early in the evening to be more blunt with her and just tell her straight out what he wanted, what he thought could bring the bang back to their bedroom.
They laid there in bed with their backs to each other. Brooding over the argument that erupted when John told her that they needed to do something to bring the sizzle back to their bed.Beth had argued that John wasn't showing her the attention he once did in the bedroom. That he was more into himself being pleased than he was pleasing her. She huffed about how he didn't touch her anymore, didn't gaze lustfully and longingly into her eyes as they made love. He didn't caress her and make her feel sexy, kiss her and make her wanton with lust as he did in the past. That he was always in such a hurry to please him, getting to his own orgasm without caring if she got there. She missed the hours of foreplay that led to the longer hours of intense passion they shared once upon a time. She just didn't feel like he was attracted to her anymore, so why bother with his little fantasies to make it better for him.
The things Beth said didn't make any sense to John; he felt that he did all the things she was saying he didn't do. He felt like it was her that was lacking in pleasing him. She used to love oral sex and now he had to beg her to do it. She didn't act like she wanted him in the same bed with her most nights, lying as they were now with their backs to one another when he'd come to bed. He ranted about how he thought she was being pleased, how she moaned when she orgasmed when they made love. How she must have been faking it if she was so unhappy with the way he was performing. He accused her of being frigid and unadventurous and now here they lie, back-to- back, each thinking the other is to blame.
Neither of them slept very well. Every time one of them would roll over and brush against the other they would wake up, the pain and hurt renewed from the argument every time. They both would pull away, rolling to the edges of the bed so as to not have to have physical contact. Their feelings were hurt, their egos bruised from the words they lashed at each other, neither wanting to admit they were wrong.
When the alarm clock rang at 6:00 a.m. they rose and went about their morning routines without speaking a single word. Showers, coffee, breakfast and reading the daily paper were all done in silence. Hurtful glances were the only thing remotely close to words that they exchanged.
John looked at his watch, it was time to go. Although he wasn't about to give in and speak to Beth, he did still love her so he kissed her quickly on the cheek and left without a word. He made his short commute to work in a daze; he intended to call her when he got into his office. He wanted to concede his position for the sake of argument, to be the one to get things back to good with his beautiful wife. Upon arriving he found that there had been an important meeting scheduled immediately. His call would have to wait. Besides, he thought maybe it would do some good to let her stew a little longer. Maybe it would give her some time to see he wasn't the one who was to blame here. He gathered some papers and was off to the meeting. By the time it was over, with his daily calendar full, he had forgotten about calling Beth.
Beth couldn't wait to get to work; she wanted to talk to her best friend. She wanted to tell her about the things John had said to her and hear her agree that it wasn't her fault. She wanted to have her friend tell her that John was the bad guy here, that she should stick to her guns and not give in to him. When she got into the office she found Jenny and relayed all of the previous evenings events. Much to her surprise Jenny sided with John, saying that it couldn't hurt to try to spice it up a little. Telling her that she and John used to be the wildest couple in the sack that she had ever known. Try new things Jenny had said to her, live a little. She even offered a few suggestions to Beth. After talking to her friend Beth decided that maybe she could give in a little, but she wasn't going to do it right away. She wasn't going to let him think he was right.
At home that night the silence between them was as loud as it had been that morning. Even though they had each to themselves decided to give in, once home they held their ground, neither ready to forfeit just yet. Through dinner they stole glances of one another, searching for signs of defeat. Finding none they went on with evening chores trying to keep to themselves in separate rooms until bedtime. Beth was in bed before John, lying with her back to where he would slide in beside her. She was almost asleep when she felt the bed move under his weight as he tried quietly to climb in.
Both were exhausted from their long day at work and from the lack of sleep the night before. They each kept to their own side of the bed through the night, never touching or brushing against the other.
The alarm went off at six as usual and they rose again to go about readying themselves for work in silence. John left a little earlier this morning, which was fine with Beth. She sat sipping at her coffee and half heartedly reading the paper. Her thoughts kept wandering to ways to give into John and add some excitement to their lovemaking. While she didn't think she was the one at fault for their lack of excitement she felt like if he was happier then he would in turn please her better. She had thought of buying a sexy nighty to surprise him and then decided that wouldn't be original enough. She'd tossed around the idea of some new sex toys for them both to play with but again that wasn't something new to them. Finally it came to her, she would call him at his office and have phone sex with him. He would be really surprised by this she thought, one reason being they had never done it before. Another reason being, he won't be able to orgasm while he's at work. He should be extremely horny by the time he gets home tonight and ready for anything she mused aloud. As she sat there sipping coffee a soft smile curled her lips, they wouldn't be coming home she'd decided. She would make reservations at a hotel and send him a telegram with the place and room number to meet her. She thought of a few other small details to make it a more new experience as she drove off to work.
When she got into her office she got right to work setting the stage for their adventurous evening. She made the reservations, called in the telegram, which was not going to be delivered until well after she had called him. She set up all the minor details and sat waiting impatiently until she knew for sure that he'd be in his office.
She watched the clock constantly, waiting until just the right time to call. Glancing at the clock for the millionth time it was finally here, she was sure he'd be in now. Beth got up and closed and locked her office door, she would just die of embarrassment if someone were to walk by and hear her. She picked up the phone as she sat back into her chair and propped her feet on her desk. As she started to dial the number she felt a fluttering in her stomach, as if a hundred butterflies were just released from their cocoons. She hung up and sat there talking to herself, saying, "Beth for god sake, you're married to the man, you're not some lovesick teenager. Call him and get on with it". She picked up the phone again and sat staring at it like it was a foreign object she'd never seen before. She couldn't bring herself to start pushing numbers; she was starting to rethink being the one to give in. She wanted to be the strong one and stick to her guns. In the same breath she wanted to make things better between them, wanted to have him be bringing her pleasure again.
"Damn it", she huffed, "just call".
Without giving it a second thought her fingers dialed the numbers seemingly of their own will. The phone started to ring, her stomach turned and her palms began to sweat. After only three rings he answered. No turning back now she thought to herself and the plan was set into motion.
Hi John, it's me...don't say anything; just listen to what I have to say. He sat on the other end in silence, stunned by the reality that Beth was on the other end. His heart skipped beats as he listened to her voice, his thighs tightened as he picked up on the husky tones it was taking on as she spoke. In complete silence he sat listening to his wife as she told him she was sorry and that sorry wasn't the only reason she had called.
"Now with the apologies out of the way", she said, "I want to tell you how badly I want you".
"Oh, baby I"...
"Shhh...Let me do the talking", she said. "I want you to go lock the door to your office". A moment of silence passed as he went to do as she told him. He came back and said, "Ok, it's locked".
"Good, now I want you to sit back in your chair and loosen your tie". She could hear the rumpling of his clothes as he did what she asked. Then she continued.
"I'm sitting here in my office with my feet up on the desk. I'm running my hands up and down my thighs, pulling my skirt up to my hips". He was growling on the other end, she could hear him shifting in his chair.
"I wore stockings today and no panties, I can feel the heat from my pussy as I get closer and closer to touching my bare lips with each stroke of my thighs"
"I'm dragging my hands up my thighs to my stomach, mmm. Up farther to my breasts, cupping them in my hands gently, imagining it's your hands roaming my body". She could hear his breath becoming more rapid as she teased him; hear him shifting repeatedly in his seat.
"I don't want you to touch yourself as I talk to you, just close your eyes and listen to my voice and picture what I'm describing to you. Mmm...Now I'm pinching my nipples through my clothes, do you want me to touch them under my clothes"?
"Yes", he sighed in a husky voice.
"My hand is sliding under my blouse, into my bra. I've found my hard nub and I'm rolling it between my fingers, pulling at it lightly. Mmm, my other hand is gliding up my left thigh, getting close to my wet puss. My fingers are rubbing my moist lips and it feels soooo good. Do you want me to rub my clit for you"?
"Ohhhh, yes, please baby", he pants into the receiver.
"Ahhh...this feels nice, working my fingers on my hard clit, rubbing the juices that have started to run down onto my chair all over it. My puss is so wet baby, so hot, would you like me to slide a finger into my slick hole"?
