My wife, Michelle and I married young and had four children in quick succession. While this was not a problem for us, the doctor advised my wife that she shouldn't have any more children because her body might not be able to support another baby. We discussed what we would do about it. There were a number of options. Unfortunately contraceptives of any sort were out of the question. My wife was allergic to latex, so no condoms, and the pill made her sick.
This left some sort of surgical intervention. For my wife it would be quite invasive, either having her tubes tied or a complete hysterectomy. Neither seemed a good idea. I decided that a vasectomy would be the ideal solution. I certainly didn't want or need any more kids and it was the easiest and least intrusive procedure.
It was a day procedure. A local anaesthetic, a couple of snips, a little sewing and I were done. All up I was in surgery for about half an hour, with a couple of hours recovery. In less than a single afternoon our worries about falling pregnant were gone.
I had to provide a sample for the doctor a week or so after the procedure. That came back negative, no swimmers. We were free to fuck ourselves silly and not have to worry about an unwanted pregnancy.
Life was good. I loved my wife unreservedly. I loved my kids, two girls, 8 and 6, and two boys, 4 and 2. I had my own business, which was growing and best of all I was able to work from home. I ran a rent-to-buy business where people could rent almost anything, from toasters and other appliances to a car or van. Most of the time I spent talking to people about their needs and then helping them fulfil these needs. It was great, and it was expanding. It never ceased to amaze me how many people didn't really know how much they were paying for things. The average mark-up was 40%. Now this sounds a lot but in reality most people paid it because they wanted the item straight away and couldn't afford to buy it outright. In fact I had recently employed an office person to look after the admin. side of things. Janet was fantastic and really intuitive. She really picked up the business quickly. In the three months she had been working for me I realised two things; that my business could be a good franchising idea; and Janet would be the ideal person to take on the first franchise.
Our sex life was pretty healthy. We didn't mind trying out something new. We owned a copy of the Karma Sutra and Michelle was a yoga fanatic. Her body looked like that of a teenager. The only thing that belied her motherhood was that her breasts had begun to sag. I always thought that it was because they were quite big, DD. She knew that it was because she breastfed all four children. Either way, she looked hot when dressed in anything form a bikini to a trench coat. And she did wear a bikini in the summer. Her tummy, while a little less taut than pre-children was nonetheless still quite flat.
Michelle was gorgeous. She had straight, blonde hair cut into a bob. She was rather on the tall side, 5'10" and, as I said, quite slim. I was 6' even so she towered over me when she wore her heels, which was always. Fortunately I was never worried by that fact. I actually liked it. I even enjoyed it when she was on top in the bedroom. It gave me unfettered access to her boobs, which I loved.
She had wide hips, childbearing hips; I called them, but very little excess fat. I thought she was as beautiful as the day I met her.
I had pretty good stamina in bed. It wasn't unusual for me to cum twice, or even three times, on the nights we fucked. Michelle was almost insatiable. She loved sex every which way. I was more than happy to provide. She loved my tongue on her clit. Thanks to her rather noisy demeanour in bed, I learned quite quickly what she liked and what she didn't. She loved little bites on her clit and she loved me sucking on it too. She preferred me not to stick my tongue in too far. She said it felt weird, and anyway, that was what my cock was for.
One time I licked her butthole. She squealed with delight and so that became a regular part of my oral ministrations. She loved me playing with her nipples. They had become more sensitive since she breastfed our children. I was happy with that because I adored her boobs. I could play with them all day. I actually have done that once or twice!
We've had to tone down our more raucous lovemaking as our oldest kids are getting to the age where they have some idea about what is going on. That's just made us a little sneakier with what we do.
We have a little ritual, which we began as soon as our oldest could be babysat. We decided that no matter what we needed some time just for us. So we had date night. There was no set time between dates but if we hadn't had one for over a month we actually insisted to each other that it had to happen. It was usually every two or three weeks depending on the availability of a sitter.
We started out dressing up and going out to the local for a meal, a few drinks and a bit of a dance. When that became a little mundane, I decided to get myself ready at my brother's place and then pick her up from home, just like a real date would. At the end of the night she might invite me in or might not. If not I had to go back to my brother's place, get changed and come home.
I suggested to her that I could ramp it up a little. She could go out to a predetermined location. I could arrive a little later and then try to get her to join me for a meal. It was a little harmless fun that kept our date nights lively.
It turned out to be the worst decision of my life.
We had done this a few times and it was always fun. One night we decided on a venue. I usually went to my brother's place so Michelle could get ready and I would get a surprise when I saw what she was wearing. It was always sexy so it added some fun. This particular night my brother wasn't home. So Michelle got ready with me there watching.
She showered and came into the bedroom wearing nothing but a towel. She rummaged in her draw for some underwear. I got the shock of my life when she pulled out a Victoria's Secret bag. Inside was a matching black bra and knickers, with a garter belt and stockings to finish the outfit. My jaw was on the floor. She dropped the towel and had great fun slowly putting the knickers on. Then she slowly put her bra on. It was a half-cup bra and the nipples were nearly exposed. I could actually see some of both areolas peeking out the top of the cups. She hooked the garter belt around herself, guided the straps under her knickers and then proceeded to slowly roll the stockings up her legs. She hooked the stockings to the garter, looked at me and said, "What do you think? Do you like it?"
"Like it? I love it!"
She put on a sheer, silky red shirt on. She left a few buttons undone. I could almost see her areolas by just looking at her. One wrong move and she would be flashing everyone within sight. Her skirt seemed to be just a band of black fabric. It left no one under any illusions that she was wearing stockings and suspenders.
"What's gotten into you tonight," I asked.
"I'm not sure but I'm sure I like the way you are looking at me. We may not even get to eat tonight if you're not careful."
Then she took off her wedding and engagement rings. She'd done that before. It gave her a sense of power over any man who tried to chat her up when she rebuffed him.
The plan was that she would go to a place we'd never been before. It was about a thirty-minute drive and was a venue with food and music you could dance to. Michelle had it recommended to her by a friend a while age but this was the first time we were going to try it. I would give her a half hour start. That way she could see the lay of the land and decide if she was happy staying. If not she would text message me.
She left, and 30 minutes later so did I. I was about half way there when I heard a strange bang in the engine of my car. Damn. It sounded serious. I got out to take a look and it seemed to me that the engine had thrown a rod, which was now sitting in an awkward position over the engine. Fuck. I rang the local car service company and asked for a tow truck. I was told I'd have quite a wait, as there had been a multi car pile up on the highway a few miles south. Shit.
I needed to contact Michelle. I rang her cell but it went straight to voice mail. Strange. I left a message explaining what was happening and asked her to swing by and pick me up. If she still wanted to we could go out together. I sent a text message just in case she missed the voice message.
Nothing from Michelle. That surprised me because if anything Michelle was really pedantic about her cell. If you texted, she texted back straight away and if you left a voice message she would call as soon as possible. It was rarely more than 5 minutes before she made contact.
