My wife Jennifer works at a local hospital as a nurse. The pressure is high and the days long as the hospital has suffered through some cutbacks.
Every so often the nurses, mostly women, break the tension with a little naughty talk. Out of the ears of the supervisor and the patients, of course, but little digs about their love life or midnight escapades.
Sometimes, buoyed with a bottle of wine, Jennifer would tell me about some of those conversations.
Linda's boyfriend had a smaller than average dick. Linda says that unless she's "riding cowboy" he doesn't satisfy her.
Katie said her boyfriend could only have an orgasm when her middle finger made its way up his ass. She thought it strange, but it worked.
Kathy was the real naughty one, a ditzy blonde with a smile that lighted a room. Her hubby Rick loved to "ride up the chocolate speedway" as she called it, and she allowed him to do so on official "holidays." Those holidays were his birthday, New Year's Eve, their anniversary and Thanksgiving. Oh, and since her hubby had to travel on the job, sometimes when he'd return from a profitable sales trip.
The other member of the Fantastic Five, as they called themselves, was Chantel, who apparently had a husband who liked getting oral sex in the car. Often.
"They have their date night, which is normally having a baby sitter over while they do a dinner and movie. After the movie they end up parked down by Johnson's Pond. At least the did until nearly getting busted by the cops! She was so embarrassed. Luckily they had enough notice to get presentable, but it was embarrassing because one of the cops was a friend of her dad. Good thing she was with her husband!"
My wife thought all of their talk was disgusting. But she never said whether she said anything about our love life. I imagined so, because everyone else seemed so open. Still, Jennifer was a little private with her sex life. She still insisted we "do it" in the dark.
From time to time the husbands would join the wives for dinner after work, at holiday parties and a few times on Saturday evening group dates. We'd been to a comedy club and a local version of a Broadway show in recent months.
It was sort of strange at these gatherings, knowing what I knew about the "private" sex lives of the other couples. I mean, I had to wonder if Ted's dick was as "small" as Linda made it sound. Or if when Chantel and Mike disappeared from the comedy club for a half hour between sets, supposedly to go to the rest room, whether they had really went out to the car for a quickie.
Of course this was all harmless mind wrestling. I mean, there never was a time when the guys talked about their sex lives with their wives. Nothing like the girls talked, anyway.
Every once in a while I wondered what Jennifer said about me in the sack. I mean, we had a decent sex life. The Saturday night "date night" kind, nothing really kinky or anything. Sometimes we'd vary things, but normally it was sex by the numbers.
After a warm bath Jennifer would come to bed. We'd make out a little, I'd play with her snatch for a while, she'd lick my cock a little and then I'd mount and do her for a while before she got on top to come. Sometimes that would get me off too, but normally after she came I'd get back on top and finish. Every once in a while she'd let me do her doggie style, but that was about as kinky as we got. I'd try to vary the action, but she really didn't like receiving oral sex or giving full blow jobs.
It was disappointing, not so much the lack of blow jobs but her dislike of oral sex herself. I've always loved the action between a girl's legs. The licking and eating, the fingering while licking, and so forth. But that wasn't anything Jennifer enjoyed.
Before I met Jennifer I had dated several women who loved me being between their legs. Dona was a screamer, a trait I didn't really like, but figured out a way to subdue her while still getting her off...good old sixty nine. Yes, getting my dick in her mouth was a way to quiet her, while I still got to munch on my favorite meal. The only thing about Dona was that she'd sometimes lose control while we were in the midst of a heavy sixty nine session and she'd nip my cock with her teeth. Ouch!
Susan was quite different. There were times when she'd surprise me when I'd visit her apartment. "Come in," she'd call when I knocked on her door. Once, I opened it to see her with her fingers playing with her pussy in a love seat across the way from the door. My first thought was that it was a good think I hadn't brought a friend over with me. That would have been embarrassing. The second was that I had to chow down on that hairy snatch as quickly as I could. I did.
Yes, I liked going down on women. But it's something my wife Jennifer just didn't enjoy, so although I'd continue to ask it never got me anywhere.
Several weeks ago we had the group over to our house for cocktails and cards. We played Texas hold 'em poker for a couple hours while talking politics, sports and the weather. Nothing all too exciting, just friends getting together and interacting.
During one of the breaks Kathy and I found ourselves alone in the kitchen, grabbing refills. "So, I hear you like eating out," said the woman, suggestively.
I nearly spit out my wine!
"I, uh, I," was about all I could stammer.
"At lunch," she said, "I heard you like eating out of the building, rather than in the cafeteria."
With that, she smacked me on the shoulder and went back to the living room laughing.
I couldn't believe what she had said. My immediate thought was she was talking about the bedroom desire I had that Jennifer didn't. But as she left I supposed it could have been merely a bit of a dig or maybe just coincidence.
Nothing else was said that night, and I went to bed wondering whether I was being made fun of or what.
Over the next month there were a couple occasions when I'd run into Kathy and she'd make similar comments. She once asked if I had ever eaten at the Y, which could have meant "The Y" between a women's legs or merely the downtown Y.
Still, all the innuendo got my mind working. I wondered if Jennifer had told of my bedroom desires to her friends. I couldn't imagine she had, but there were too many little throwaway lines by Kathy that had me wondering.
I do know that several times when Jennifer and I were making love I'd find my mind wandering toward pussy, squishy wet and tasty pussy. I wished Jennifer would let me lick her to an orgasm. But it wasn't to me.
Over the next week I was in the midst of snafu after snafu at work. Outsources screwed up, my most trusted employee screwed up, everything was working out wrong. My mind was on anything but sex, as each day was long and I was turning in early to get back to the office even earlier.
The following week wasn't much better, as the screw ups continued. Finally, on Wednesday, the tide started to turn. Instead of a storm of bad occurrences there were only a few. Mid morning I told my secretary I needed to hit the bank and the local coffee bistro. It was time for a good cup of java and a deep breath.
Grabbing my laptop I hopped into the car and took care of banking before grabbing a latte. Sitting in the shop, immersed in responding to emails, I head a female ask if a seat was taken. I waved at her, thinking she wanted to take the chair. "Rob!" came the reply.
It was Kathy. "Do you mind if I sit down?" she asked in mock anger.
"Of course not," I said, coming to my senses. "I was just in the middle of something and thought you wanted to borrow the chair.
We spoke for a while, a little this and that. I mentioned work was a bear, she noted her job was its normal craziness. "Had to take off today for a couple doctor's appointments and to take care of some of my dad's stuff," said the brunette co-worker of my wife. "Plus, Rick has been on the road this week and that meant I had some other things that had to get done that he'd normally do."
The conversation was pretty tame until Kathy gave me a mischievous smile.
"What...?" I asked.
"You never told me if you liked dining at the Y," said the girl with a big grin.
I asked what she was talking about, stammering something about eating at the office for most of the last couple weeks because of the workload.
"Oh. I don't imagine your secretary, uh, gives you lunch."
"Kathy!"
