Darin walked into the living room after getting home from work to find his wife Stefanie sitting there waiting for him.
She had on a nice simple house dress, with her hands folded neatly in her lap.
"Honey, we need to have a long talk." She said, and she looked serious.
Darin's mind instantly flashed back over the last few days, wondering what he did this time?
Garbage? Nope, took that out. Did he leave the porn site logged in, or forget to clear the history? Nope, that wasn't it, he was always careful.
She found his pack of smokes he had hidden in his toolbox in the garage? He doubted she even would think of looking in there. He used to just have one on the way home but she always ragged on him about that, so he didn't smoke in the car any more.
He bet her Mom was coming for a visit! That was probably it, Stefanie knew Darin hated her, her Mother was always nagging him about getting a higher paying job, so he could take care of her daughter better.
"You can do it!" She would encourage, adding, "You can't work in that music store the rest of your life!"
Actually, Darin was thinking he could, he loved working on the old guitars, he was good at it. Besides, then he got to play them. When the customer wasn't around, he could play the instruments the way he wanted to, some of them looked at him oddly if they were around when he did that.
If he tried playing one at home, at least the way he liked to play, Stefanie would cover her ears and gripe at him to turn it down.
Darin liked to rock, get down, make the tools howl. Hell, it was intended to be loud.
Besides, $11.00 an hour and benefits, and he actually HAD a damned job! He had a lot of friends that seldom if ever worked at all, they were all waiting for the big break. Darin had made his stab at getting the big break, too, but it never came.
He had even painted his face and got some fake tattoos and a long wig, the young people in the clubs all screamed and yelled, but they never bought any of the records he had made.
Probably drunk, or stoned, he figured. That last record was some good shit, the sound of six ten inch speakers wailing away was cooler than butter on popcorn.
"Well?" Stefanie said, getting that impatient look on her face.
"Well, what?" He asked, his mind instantly taking off again. She had asked him something?
Oh, yea. Talk.
Maybe that was it, maybe she found out about the jam sessions? Those were forming into a bad ass rock band, they were all thinking maybe..just maybe?
"Darin!!"
Darin sat down quickly, giving her his undivided attention.
"Honey, it's no reflection on you, but I have never had a vaginal orgasm." She told him straight out.
Darin was already running excuses through his head on why he hadn't fixed the bathroom faucet yet, her statement caught him completely by surprise.
"What? Uhh...I...I don't know what that is, I didn't know there was even a difference? You have...I mean...don't you?" He managed, turning bright pink.
Where in the hell had THAT come from?
"Well, there is! My Mom told me all about it, and I have never felt it and I thought I would talk to you about it."
"OH."
Right, her Mother.
That figured. He felt himself getting a bit irritated, Stefanie's Mother was always coming up with SOMETHING that he wasn't doing right, but now she was getting Stefanie to complain about his lovemaking?
"Well. What am I supposed to do? All you need to do is tell me what you want."
"Mom says it's partly a mental thing, you know...excitement? The rest is..technique." She gave him a sweet smile, sensing that he was getting defensive.
Darin didn't answer.
"I know it's hard to talk about, but I hear that sex is lots better...for both of us, and that's what I want. Mom did ask me if you were too small but I told her that I didn't think that was it."
"That sounds real nice." Darin told her. Swell, Stefanie was discussing the size of his dick?
With her fucking Mother?
And what in the hell did she mean when she said she "didn't think" that was it?
"Your Mother needs to mind her own damned business!" He muttered, thinking if he could just get loose from her he could go out into the garage and have a smoke.
"Oh, don't be that way, she just wants to help."
"I suppose so."
"So you are willing to try, then?" She prompted.
"Uhh..sure!" Darin said, sensing a way out.
"Good! We can talk about it some more tonight when we are in bed. This will be so great!" She got up and headed for the kitchen.
Darin waited a minute, then slipped into the garage. It couldn't be too bad, and who knows? Maybe he could get some great sex, what the hell. He loved Stefanie, and loved the way her slightly chubby body almost lifted him off the bed when she got all hot and sweaty.
He even liked playing with her tits, one was bigger than the other by quite a bit so he could be on one side, then move over to the other and there was enough difference it was almost like getting some strange stuff.
He had some jim dandy fantasies doing it, but Stefanie was a little bit sensitive about that.
Darin snuffed out his smoke, washed his face and hands and sprayed himself down with the can of crap he had bought that was supposed to hide the smell.
"I wish you wouldn't smoke in the garage, you know that is bad for you." She told him the instant he walked back in.
Darin sighed and headed for the living room.
"Aren't you going to take a shower, you have time? Dinner will be in about a half hour."
Damn it! Hell, he had only been fixing guitars all god damned day, no fucking way was he dirty.
"Yes, honey! Good idea, I will." He went into the bedroom, stripped down and climbed in the shower. 30 seconds later he shut it off and grabbed a towel.
Dinner was uneventful, Darin was grateful for that. He went into the living room and was just completely settled in to watch the latest show about Ancient Aliens on Discovery when she marched out of the bedroom.
Darin looked up and blinked. She had on a top that covered her breasts, there were holes cut in it for her nipples to poke through. The bottoms she wore were just string, there was no crotch panel at all.
Something looked funny down there, but the furry black lace hid it a little bit.
"Uhhh...." He managed.
"You like?"
"I sure do." He started to get up, he could catch the TV show later, they repeated it every couple of days anyway.
"No, stay sat down. This is a fantasy, I am going to dance just like this for you..and your whole roomful of friends." She giggled at saying that, waving her hand around the room.
All there was was the couch and two empty chairs.
"But I am the only one here...?"
"Hush! Get into it, everyone is here, staring at me. Let them get all hot and bothered for me, then you will get all excited and that makes you get really hard." She began to wiggle her behind around. That was when he realized she had also shaved off all of her pubic hair.
Darin forgot all about the TV program, sat back down to watch her. She grabbed the remote, normally that would start a fight but right at the moment he was clever enough to keep his mouth shut.
The only music channel she could find was country and western, but what the hell.
Close enough, even if it was an old clip of Garth Brooks.
Stefanie wiggled around all over the place, then she went over to one of the other chairs and bent over, reaching back to spread her cheeks wide.
That was neat, the way her boobs were she could get one hopping up and down and the other one sort of swayed back and forth. Darin felt himself start to get downright hard.
"That's where Bobby always sits, I am bending over and letting him look at my bare pussy, he can see everything right up to my butt hole, honey." She rocked her hips back and forth, then up and down, right in front of the empty chair.
It did look erotic as hell but all Darin could think of was that Bobbie was the bass player and he was always taking off by himself and fucking up the works.
Hot licks, he called that. If they could just get him to stay with the fucking tune....
Stefanie stood back up, shook her titties back and forth.
"Now I am going to go show myself off to Jack." She moved to another empty chair and did the same thing.
Jack? Well, maybe. At least he could sing, and he played a mean harmonica.
Darin couldn't help himself, he started getting into it. An idea flashed into his mind. He stepped over to the china hutch and got a flashlight. Then he turned off the lights, switched on the flashlight.
"Hey!" Stefanie protested.
"Get down on the floor." He ordered, trying to make his voice sound stern.
"Why?" She asked.
"Get on the floor!" He repeated.
Stefanie dropped to her knees.
"On your back!" She did as he asked. Darin shined the light on her tits first, then on her lower body.
"Spread your legs, baby! Show us that cunt!" He shined the light on her, Stefanie opened her legs wide, began to rub up and down her thighs.
"Spread your cunt open!" Darin growled, doing his best to change his voice.
"Darin?" Stefanie suddenly got a mildly fearful tone in her voice, responding to his angry demand.
"Spread it! I am Jack, Darin isn't here. I am going to fuck your married pussy!"
"Oh, no, you can't! I am married, I can't!" Stefanie started to get into it.
Darin dropped to his knees between her legs, reached down and undid the buttons on his jeans.
"Hold it open!" He demanded, his erection in his hand. Stefanie reached down and spread herself out, she was actually quivering. Darin slammed himself into her, getting a loud "OOF!" out of her.
"This bitch is sloppy wet for my cock, Bobby!" He said over his shoulder in that fake voice, then he started pounding away at her. Stefanie was squealing and tossing her head back and forth, Darin only lasted a couple of minutes before he could not stop himself. He collapsed, feeling her lifting her hips and squirming herself against his pubic bone. He pressed forward and held himself there as she reached her own orgasm.
Later, they lay side by side on the carpet, she had both hands between them, letting her fingers open and close on his chest hairs.
"Was that it?" He finally asked.
"No, I don't think so but it was sure good." She purred.
Darin got up and went into the kitchen and got some paper towels to clean the mess up. He was wishing she wouldn't always buy the cheap shit.
She jumped when he wiped her up with the wet cold towel, then giggled again when he reached down and started tickling her pussy. Finally she scooted away from him and went into the bedroom.
