I'll tell you why I love being married. Because every one of the most exciting sexual experiences of my life have involved my wife. Heck, she initiated most of them. She's an incredible woman, my Julia. She's five foot eight, just an inch shorter than I am (a distance she more than makes up for with most of her heels), with soft blonde hair that hangs down just to her shoulders. She's got the gorgeous eyes that are impossible to avoid, and the most radiant smile I've ever seen. That's to say nothing of her absolutely perfect breasts – 36C's – and her beautiful, soft skin. But what turns me on the most is this: She's got the most incredible little tuft of the softest, blondest pubic hair in the world. I've never experienced pubic hair that was so incredibly soft. There have been times that the simple caress of her pubes against my cock was enough to make me lose my load. No kidding.
And she's smart, too. Brilliant, I'd say. She's got a knack – call it woman's intuition – of knowing exactly what someone wants. Even when the someone is afraid to ask. And she seems to be able to work the most unlikely of people into the most unbelievable of circumstances. I don't know. I can't explain it. I'm just happy to be along for the ride.
She owns a small paint-your-own pottery studio which has been rather successful for her. If you've never been to one, it's basically a place where people can come and purchase unfired works of art: pottery, cups, glasses, plates, bowls, picture frames, etc. and paint and glaze them. My wife's studio provides the pottery, the glazes and paints, the kiln, and the knowledgeable staff – all the customer needs is some time and some money. Talent isn't even required. Trust me. I've seen some of the 'finished works' to come out of my wife's kiln. Talent is definitely not required.
Julia doesn't spend much time at the studio any more, though. Back in April, she hired a frequent customer – a sweetheart of a girl named Anna – to manage the studio for her. Anna's absolutely the nicest, most polite and trustworthy girl you've ever met. She married her high-school sweetheart the day he graduated college, and she's absolutely as wholesome a girl as any guy could ever hope for.
She's also pretty cute. Not that I spent a lot of time checking her out, but hey: I notice these things. She's got a pair of incredibly perky tiny little breasts that are always rising from her chest and don't seem small at all compared to her generally tiny frame, and she's got these lean, tan, muscular legs that are always exposed – she's a big fan of shorts all year round – barely concealing what I have no doubt is an incredibly tight little puss.
She's a bit on the short side – probably a few inches shorter than my wife – but that just makes her all the more adorable. Curly brown hair framing both sides of her face. A smile so wholesome it makes you feel dirty just smiling back. She's a keeper. And I couldn't have agreed more with Julia decision to let Anna take over the day-to-day management of the shop. It gave my wife a lot more time to spend to her family (myself and our two children) … and it gave her a lot more energy to dedicate to other interests.
As time goes on, my wife becomes more and more comfortable with Anna's running of her shop. At first, Julia still went to the studio every day – just to make sure everything was OK. Nowadays, my wife barely makes it to the studio once a week. But Anna makes sure that Julia knows exactly what's going on. When the studio closes at 8:00 p.m., her first stop every night is our house; where she and my wife sit at the kitchen table and discuss anything that needs to be discussed.
When Anna first took over, these conversations focused primarily on the day's challenges and amounted to little more than tutorial sessions where my wife acquainted Anna with every detail of her business operations. As time went on, though, the meetings evolved into an hour of girl-talk over coffee. Sometimes the studio was mentioned. Sometimes not.
I am not a girl. Girl-talk is not high on my list of favorite activities. So, as Anna and Julia became more and more friendly with one another, I became less and less involved in their conversations. For a while, I'd sometimes sit with them, sharing my insights (as I also run my own business). Over time, though, our pattern devolved. They had coffee in the kitchen. I sat in the library and worked or watched TV or both.
Then, one night, it happened. Out of the blue, while I was sitting in the library playing a video game, Julia and Anna appeared at the door. Julia rapped her knuckle on the door frame lightly. "Are we interrupting?" she asked.
"Not at all." I paused my game and clicked the TV off. "C'mon in."
Julia cast a wicked smile in my direction. I didn't know what it meant, but I liked it. Anna crossed behind Julia and quietly took a seat on the couch as Julia walked purposefully past me and to the small bar against the rear wall of the library. She pulled down some Irish Whiskey – Jameson's – and then crossed to sit on the couch next to Anna.
"Let me get that for you," I said to Julia, taking the bottle from her as she sat. "One for each of us?"
"Yes, please." Anna looked up at me and smiled that sweet cheerleader smile of hers. She was nervous. I wasn't sure why.
I poured each of us a nice-sized glass of Jameson's on the rocks, and handed the ladies their drinks. I took a sip and set my glass down. "What can I do for you ladies?" I asked with a smile.
Anna – much to my amazement – was chugging her whiskey, trying not to look silly as she did it. Julia took a big gulp from her own, and then set her glass down. "This is kind of awkward for Anna," my wife said with a smile. Anna giggled and looked away.
"What's up?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"Don't be embarrassed, Anna." My wife said to her; and then to me: "Her second anniversary is coming up in July."
"Oh wow. Congratulations." I interrupted. My wife gave me a quick look of consternation.
"She's never given a man a blowjob before."
"Oh God, I'm so embarrassed," Anna burst out.
"Oh, don't be." I said. "Don't worry about it."
"Anyway," Julia continued, "She wants to surprise him with a B.J. on their anniversary. I thought it might help if she and I could talk to you about what it's like." Anna was busy pouring herself another glass of whiskey. My wife continued. "She want's it to be incredible, Max. She wants it to be – you know – the greatest experience of his life."
Anna took another big swig of whiskey, and I joined her, raising my glass. "To life's greatest experiences," I said with a broad smile.
