This story, like all my stories, started off with a simple thought. This particular thought went: What if your wife preferred the smooth skin and tender loving of a woman to a hairy muscular man? Then, of course, the thought had to be fleshed out. You need a beginning, a middle, and a climatic end. Hopefully it is entertaining at the same time. There is no overt sex in this story. If you are looking for a stroke story, I am terrible at describing sex, sorry. There is also
NO SEX INVOLVING ANYONE UNDER 18.
An Overheard Conversation
It is dark where I sit. Outside it is still evening, the sun is getting ready to set in the west, just like it does every day. But, this day is different. I am still trying to come to grips on what I overheard as I walked by my own bedroom this late afternoon.
I had come in from outside and had used the mudroom sink to wash my hands after using the weed trimmer. I had already brushed off the majority of the detritus of grass and weeds before entering the house as Gail, my wife, was very particular about any organic material that might decorate her floor or any upholstery. I then pulled off my shirt and jeans and headed to the bedroom to grab some clean clothes or even hit the shower before redressing.
As I came down the hallway, I could hear some conversation from the bedroom so I knew that Gail wasn't alone. Her friend Tiff might be there. It was not unusual for the two to go clothes shopping and then try on each and every piece of new clothing to see how they fit and look away from the store and the fluorescent lights.
What I happened to overhear struck me to the core. Obviously, I did not hear everything that was conveyed but enough was said to make me question our entire life together. Finally realizing that I was standing in the dim hallway in just my underwear, I retraced my steps to the mudroom and found a tee shirt and sweat pants in the dryer so that I could keep from embarrassing myself if Tiff should come out of the bedroom unexpectedly.
From there I went back down the hallway, past the bedrooms, into the living room, a place we seldom used as we had a large family room off the kitchen where the TV was located. The living, or front, room was mostly used when entertaining.
I dropped into the less than comfortable easy chair and tried to come to terms with my new knowledge of my wife and our marriage. The room was already shadowed from the sun and the drapes were drawn to reduce the heat intake from the earlier daylight. It was perfect for me.
Well, I guess it is time for contemplation. How did we get to this point? I thought I had a good life, a good job with a decent chance for advancement, a loving wife, a nice house with a manageable mortgage, and the prospect of kids in the near future. Now I guess I have a good job with a decent chance for advancement unless that is also a pipe dream.
Okay, Okay, introductions are in order. My name is Karl Mars. Notice that the Karl is with a "K", not a "C". I guess there is some Teutonic blood somewhere in my past so Karl with a "K". At least that is what my parents always said.
I am twenty-five years old. I have a botany degree and work as a pesticide applicator. Yes, I crawl under houses at times looking for termite damage, then I have that unenviable task of informing customers about what I have found. After that comes the expensive treatment. Some houses then have to have contractors come and repair the damage done by those tiny insects. Such a shame they can't be programmed to leave certain things alone.
It is best when I can apply product to the foundations of new construction and the contractor uses the appropriate wood products that discourage infestation. The new homeowners can have years of trouble free living when it is properly done.
Anyhow, I feel I am physically fit enough. I have to be slim to get into some crawlspaces and certainly can't be claustrophobic. I seldom drink a beer so, hopefully, a large gut is years down the road or maybe not at all.
My wife of two years is Gail (Woods) Mars. She is a paralegal at a local law firm and hoping to go back to school and get her law degree at some time but says she wants to have at least two kids first.
And, you ask, is she a looker? Well, to me, yes, she is. I am five foot, nine inches tall and she is a couple of inches shorter. She has shoulder length light brown hair. Her face is symmetrical with a small button nose. She has little ears but can put her hair behind them when needed. Her eyes are blue and she doesn't need glasses, unlike me. She is well rounded where you want a woman to be round, has soft smooth skin, a soft belly that doesn't pooch out very much and has a pleasant disposition.
And, apparently, is a good actress. She certainly had the wool pulled over my eyes until this evening.
We met just after high school graduation. I was working for a landscaper to earn extra money for college. I had already put a couple of thousand away working at everything from delivering papers to fast food while going to high school. I ran cross country in the fall, while in school, and one and two K's in the spring.
Gail was the daughter of the homeowner where we were redoing the landscaping to increase the "curb appeal." She had graduated from a rival high school so we had not met at any prior event. After her bringing cold water to the crew at least three times a day for many days, we started to converse and then I finally broke down and asked her for a date on the last day on the job.
We started dating and found that we had been accepted to the same university so we decided to continue dating while attending our school of higher learning. Before the end of summer we became intimate, giving our virginities to each other. We also professed our undying love for each other and planned to marry after graduating, me with my degree in botany and her with a degree in pre-law. Graduate school for both of us was planned to come later.
And, that is what we did, with only a couple of, what I thought at least, hiccups on the way. The first one was that Gail became very close friends with her roommate, Carly Price. Carly then started to hang out with us all the time. That cut into our love life but, as Gail put it, we would have the rest of our lives to snuggle.
I became used to our being a threesome and it actually led to becoming friends with others. It was not unusual for a large group of us to attend games, (who knew lacrosse was actually interesting) go bowling, attend church, and parties. Wow, could we all party. Since I drank very seldom I was designated to be the driver for all events where alcohol would be present and that was most events.
One other hiccup was the fact that I am a pretty conservative person, both spiritually and politically. Gail is more extroverted, is an agnostic, and champions all sorts of causes. She would rally for environmental change, attend political speeches by left leaning politicians, and protested for abortion and transgender rights. She told me that she actually hated the idea of abortion but felt it was up to the pregnant woman, not a bunch of stodgy old men. Since I was in love with her and hated to get into arguments, I just kept my mouth shut. Maybe that was wrong.
Anyhow, we survived four years of college and then tied the knot. Now a couple of years later we have been discussing whether it was time for children to enter the equation. I had a steady job with a good paycheck and Gail had found a job with a good law firm as a paralegal. The biggest bone of contention, that I saw, was her job demand for extra hours as trial preparations increased. On the other hand, I left my job at 5:00 pm and seldom had any overtime.
Well, that is, until I overheard Gail and Tiff. As I sat in the darkening room I tried to make some logical sense out of what I had heard. So, if you can help me sort it out, I will recount exactly what I heard.
It started with Tiff asking a question. "Why do you say that females are preprogrammed to love only females? I know I like guys, I have just not found Mr. Right yet."
Gail's response was what made me stop and try to make like a shadow on the wall so I could hear everything she said. "First, all women like soft and smooth things. Not hairy things like all men seem to be. Shit, just to make women watch romance movies, the men can have a scruff that barely covers their jaw but nothing below. They can't show an ounce of hair between their chin and their waist. Don't you agree?"
Tiff must have had to think about that for a moment. "Well, I guess but I have not minded a little hair. I also never really noticed that leading men don't have body hair. It just never occurred to me to notice."
Gail gave out a chuckle. "From what I have read, this has been known for decades, that women respond better to smooth skin rather than hairy bears.
And think about this, all the advertisers use beautiful women to entice women to buy something. It's everywhere. From the swimsuit editions of sports magazines to Victoria Secret runway shows, it is all about women enticing women. Hell, I bet most of the female clothing designers have to be at least bi-sexual to dream up the enticing clothing and lingerie. Now, even the store manikins have nipples to entice the woman buyer even more.
Then there is the kissing. Women have softer and more pliable lips. There is nothing like nibbling soft lips during foreplay and even afterplay. Oh, and back to the hair problem. I love getting oral but I hate scratchy skin on the insides of my thighs. Nothing is more distracting than pain when you just want pleasure. I make Karl shave every night before we go to bed just in case I want him to orally pleasure me."
Tiff seemed hesitant to respond. "I guess that might be true. My last boyfriend had a beard that wasn't too rough on my face but was like a Brillo pad when he would, sporadically I might add, deign to go down on me. I can't say anything about the kisses as I have never kissed a woman."
Gail immediately rejoined. "Try this on for size." There was silence for a moment then, "How was that? A lot better than a man, don't you think?"
