Firstly thanks to all those people who cared to read my 1st submission and gave precious feedbacks. Thanks a lot indeed! This story is of course a work of fiction just like my 1st one. Hope you all like it as well.
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As I washed my face and saw myself in the mirror, I didn't like the image. I am Frank. At forty one I am not at all what I was, say, ten years ago. Not that people remain same as age marches on. But my image had gone a strong change. No I never had looks of a hunk with a great body or something but I wasn't that bad either. But now as I checked myself in the mirror I saw a pale, lean man. I have lost considerable weight. I am 6'1 and I work in an executive position in a firm. My wife, Kate, also works in quite a good position in another firm. She recently turned 38 but no one can say she is more than 32 that's because she has maintained herself. With big boobs, broad tight hips, milky complexion and cheese-smooth skin she is definitely a head turner.
Still we don't have a sex life. The blame should go to me. I have lost my libido quite a bit. That's why even after months when I get some erection it just subsides before I can even put it inside her. Kate loves foreplay. We used to do it so erotically initially. Now everything seems so disappointing. I felt bad about myself and more importantly about Kate. Though she never complained but of course I could understand the thing. Even with a husband at home she couldn't have sex, couldn't release and sometimes the gap was of about seven eight months! Last time I had sex with her was four months ago. I lasted for just a mere one minute. She was disappointed but she knew she couldn't help. Nor could I. From the time we got married, that's fifteen years ago, I thought I would always keep her satisfied in every way possible, even sexually. The kind of erotic aura that Kate reflects demanded that the husband she got should at least fuck her every alternate day, at least. But was I doing that? The answer was disturbing.
As I finished washing my face I came out of the washroom I realized this isn't the moment to think about those things and get depressed because I was in a party. It was a formal party given by the firm in which Kate used to work. They had some recent success and hence the party. I took a drink and started looking for Kate. Though the party was a formal one but spouses were allowed. Thus, my presence had to be there. With time I loathed parties. The fact that lead me to such feelings was Kate. Here I was, a lean man with pale dull looks with a wife who was in all means erotic redefined! Her girth was bigger than me too! She had a heavy set figure, not that she was overweight but she had much more 'presence' than me, if you get what I mean.
As I saw where Kate was sitting, I thought,
"Ya I am lean and pale and all that but still I was lucky to have a wife like Kate."
As I watched her from a distance with all the clouds of thoughts in my mind I decided t o study her again. She was wearing a black business suit with a red shirt. It was well buttoned so that not an inch of her cleavage was visible. Along with the suit she was wearing black skirt. It was till her knees. She was sitting on a distant couch with a drink in her hands. Kate was laughing her heart out. As my eyes went bedside her, there was a man sitting with her who was chattering something continuously making her laugh like mad. Soon my mind flashed back to a conversation which Kate and I had after a party, few months ago...
We were driving back home from that party and were talking.
"Who was the man?" I asked.
"Who?" Kate said, taken aback a bit.
"The man you were talking to all the while in the party?"
"Oh! He is Mic."
"Mic!"
"Ya. Every one calls him Mic."
"But who is he?"
"He is the head of the marketing division."
"But does he often talk to you? I mean all the time?"
"What are you coming to Frank?"
"I mean is he your boss?"
"Yes. But not immediate boss, I am not in his department. But still his position is quite superior in the firm. That way he is my boss, ya."
"Are you jealous?" Kate asked further.
"Me? Why? Do I need to be?"
"No you don't need to be. But he has a very good sense of humor."
"What about his wife?"
"He is divorced, couple of years back."
"Oh! What's his age like?"
"He is fifty seven or something."