Tami came home, drenched to the bone/ frazzled to the limits of her endurance. "What happened?" I asked.
She kissed me, completely without thinking of how wet she was, before she answered me. As she started taking her clothes off, leaving a puddle in the entranceway to our Cleveland suburb hone, she told me about her day. "First, they screwed up the copies of the proposal I had to give today at work. Then they changed everything about it, the whole concept, a fucking half hour before the meeting! A half hour before the damn meeting! 'This is the computer age' they said! 'do it now, have it ready!' Then they screwed up my lunch order. Then my secretary quit, filling a sexual harassment suit against MY boss. I'm going to have to do depositions with damned attorney's in two weeks. My computer is acting up, and some of my files are missing or trashed. Then, to top it all off, I had a blowout on the freeway on the way home, in the middle of the pouring rain. No one would stop to help me, for over a half an hour, even though the traffic was so backed up they weren't able to move, fucking women's lib! Can't we be kind to each other anymore?" Tami ranted as she stomped around the entranceway.
"That must have been ghastly for you." I tried to soothe her with my words. Tami is a luscious muddy river southern blonde. She was raised where men treated women like princesses, and our move to Cleveland had been a real culture shock. I couldn't tell you if she even knew there was a spare tire in the trunk, or about the jack, or how to change a tire. One thing I did know, she had been confused, alone, and uncomfortable. I hugged her cold naked body to mine, trying to provide her with some warmth as we climbed the stairs to the shower. Tami continued her story.
"I tried to call you with the cell phone. I must have left a dozen messages, but I know you never check them, and you must still have been on your way home. I got so wild I took the stuff out of the trunk, but I didn't know how to work it. I just fell down on the pavement and cried for several minutes. Then a dark haired man came out of the rain, and he knew just what to do. He fixed the tire, put the dead one in the trunk, put all the other stuff back in, and was just going to walk away. I stopped him, and invited him to dinner. He said he was married. I told him that worked out fine, I was married too. He told me he was devoted to his wife, didn't fool around. I told him he misunderstood, I just wanted to thank him with a nice dinner. I told him I'd love to meet his wife. They're coming to dinner next Friday, we exchanged phone numbers and addresses. Then I got back in the car, and was five miles down the road before I realized that I had soaked, all my papers for the presentation, all my notes ran together into one big blue blur. I just want to cry for a while, as you hold me." Tami sobbed.
"Sounds good to me." I told her as I rubbed my hands up and down her soft body. The warmth of the shower took back the chill from Tami's well rounded body. Her tragedy today had been my gain, as I got to see my wife's beautiful body hours before I otherwise would. I rubbed the soap into her large
round breasts, rubbed the knots out of her back and neck, even stretched the muscles of her sweet, firm legs. I ran my hands over the wide globes of her ass, marveling at how her broad hips could swivel the way they did when she walked. Her peach colored muff just reminded me that she was from Georgia, and the pink lips were firmly closed. I could read my wife's body like an open book, and knew all these attentions had just brought her back from a hellish experience to normal life.
I could understand why the man had been sure she was asking him to go to bed. With her sultry southern drawl, she could say "Good morning?" and it would sound like "Why haven't you asked me to fuck you yet?" But I knew when to quit, and when to press on. I toweled her dry, and took her down to the dinner I had fixed for us. It was microwave, nothing like her cooking, but it was hot and ready. We watched TV in our bathrobes, then I gave her a full body massage, as she read to me from one of our favorite magazines that carried sexy stories. Tami loved the pictures of the women too, and we enjoyed being fully open sexually. We went to a local swingers club once a month, and enjoyed the company of other open minded people. The stories never failed to make Tami hot.
"Ray, I need you." Tami said softly as she reached for me.
"I'm here, honey." I replied, reaching out my hand to her.
"Polly wants a Cracker." Tami teased as she pulled me to her, and her soft lips just took all of my tension away. I could still feel that her nerves were jangled, and took a lot of time soothing her with my hands. I kissed her big breasts, licking her rosy nipples, then trailed my tongue right down to her pink lips. My tongue split them, and I licked her, plainly and simply. She came, not with a bang, but a whimper. She sought me out, taking me into her soft mouth, and her expert lips sucked the spunk right out of me while she came one more time. She really enjoyed eating her Georgia Cracker, just like I loved to eat my luscious Georgia Peach.
The next week and a half went by normally, without further incident. Tami recovered her balance, and regained her normally hyper-erotic nature. On Friday morning, as she kissed me goodbye for work, she said "Remember, tonight Ryan and Kim are combing over for dinner. I'm taking off work early and fixing lasagna. Let's show them some real southern warmth and hospitality, shall we?"
The day went smoothly, and I came home to find Tami in her apron, the dining table set with candles and two good wines in ice buckets, lace place settings, our best china and silver, the whole works. She was busy with vegetables, rolls, dessert, and other schemes, and just didn't have time or patience for me. She kicked me out to the den, where I waited for our guests. It didn't take long. The bell rang, and I answered the door. It was raining again, but they had an umbrella. I ushered them inside quickly anyhow.
"I'm Ray. I'm so very grateful to you for helping Tami." I greeted them.
"Hello. I'm Ryan, and this is my lovely wife Kim. I'm surprised
that no one helped Tami out before I got there. She really was a mess. You guys from down south?" Ryan guessed at the obvious.
"Yeah. Georgia Tech. I work for a computer company now. Tami works for a market development and property management firm. We moved up here right after we married." I told him he was right and told him what we did for work.
"Sounds like how we fled Chicago. Hi, I'm Kim. So nice of you to have us for dinner, you really didn't need to do that." Kim said brightly, then smiled as she took each of our hands in greeting.
"Ryan didn't have to stop and help Tami either. Nobody else did. I think if we don't reward each other for being nice, it will just die out as a character trait, the world will goto hell in a hand-basket, and then where will we be?" I said warmly, as I waxed philosophical to chuckles from Ryan, Kim and Tami.
Before anyone could answer, Tami had stripped off her apron, and was wearing her elegant black evening dress as she jumped in to take over the attention of our guests and dominate the conversation. "Hello there, my Knight who rescued this damsel from distress, and his gorgeous queen of court! I'm so very glad you came. It's so hard~ to meet nice people these days, kind people you can count on, like you. We have so few close friends here. You're so very handsome and dashing, Ryan. Wow! You must be Kim! Ryan, you sneak! You didn't tell, me you were married to a fashion model!" Tami purred in her most seductive voice.
"She's not. Why does everybody say that?" he said testily.
I laughed at his distress, saying "I don't know, Ryan. Maybe it's her perfectly styled wavy dark hair, the color coordinated makeup on her classically beautiful face with those electric green eyes, or her simply stunning figure, or the fact that she moves like she's modeling a $50,000 gown in a fashion show as she wears the most fashionable clothes. I really couldn't figure out why anyone might think that about Kim."
"You've got room to talk Ray! Even in the rain, your wife Tami was stunning. Look at her flowing, long blonde hair, those ocean blue eyes! Do you remember how her dress clung to her luxurious body when it was so wet you could see through it? Then she comes up to me so close I could feel her hot breath on my skin, talking in that sultry, swampy hot voice of hers. With that figure, she must be a bikini or lingerie model on the side, I bet." Ryan taunted us.
Kim giggled, saying "I'm so glad that we are appreciated. Do you mind, Tami, if I say how delightfully sexy it is to meet a direct, honest, and very charming southern gentleman?"
"Not if you don't mind how much I like the strong arms and dark mysteries of your eloquent husband, Kim. By the way, the breadsticks are getting cold. I so much prefer them when they are hot and soft, perfect for eating before they get too hard. Please come and sit down. Let's eat while it's hot." Tami suggested, and I momentarily was confused whether she was talking about the rolls or about herself, which is probably exactly the effect she had intended.
Tami had already lit the candles, so she turned off the 1ights, and we held hands around the table to say grace. Tami sat Kim across from me, Ryan across from herself, with the four candle-holders set so that it looked like each person was framed between a pair of candles. Kim's luminous face and wide red lips swam into my eyes. Her cat like green eyes opened wide in the candlelight, nearly fully dilated. It was as intimate a setting as any Tami and I had while we were dating. Tami turned on all the charm in her voice, with those subtle erotic under-currents her voice always carries brought to a new peak of intensity. The conversations were guided by her, and they were lively, vivid, and became extremely personal. Tami started it by wanting to know how Kim & Ryan met, who seduced whom, then openly shared her answers to the same questions as Kim grilled her. The topic of seduction turned into what men and women want from each other.
Kim just had to take it to the next level of intensity. "What men want is too general. Each specific man is different. I'm sure, if we could get them to tell us/ we'd find many differences between Ray & Ryan."
