This story is long, I'm sure some will say too long.
If you don't like long stories please be warned.
However, what else do you have to do as you stay away from others.
There is more sex in this one than most of my others, but still just enough to move the story along.
I hope you like the story, but whether you do or don't I'd appreciate your feedback.
I was concentrating on putting just the right amount of pressure on her G-spot with my fingertip. Likewise, I was putting just the right amount of pressure on her clit with my tongue as I held it lightly between my teeth and lips, sucking in an ever-increasing intensity. She screamed, and bucked her hips as I continued my ministrations on her vagina. I didn't let go. I rode the wave, as it were, and continued my assault on her womanhood. She had an orgasm that lasted at least 3 minutes as I continued to suck, finger, and nibble her. Then, when she was just to the end of her convulsions, I pushed my middle finger into her ass, sending her into another round of orgasmic convulsions.
This was my cue. I got on my knees and plunged my cock into her gushing canal. She continued to buck on my cock. Moments later I filled her with a month's worth of cum.
One month, that is how long it had been since she was "in the mood" to do anything with me. Actually, she had been kind of a bitch for the last 3 months, especially the last month. So, when she woke me this morning with her mouth on my cock, I was surprised, to say the least.
We had just had a fight last night. She had come home late from work and all but demanded I come to the bedroom and go down on her. After the way she had been treating me I said, "Fuck You!"
"Not with that attitude, you won't!" She sniped back. Then she proceeded to go upstairs to take a shower. She was in there for 30 minutes. I'm sure the water heater ran out of hot water before she was done.
I was tired of her attitude lately. She had always had a hot temper and could hold a grudge for days. She was, after all, a full-blooded Irish woman. Katherine O'Brien was her maiden name, now she is Katherine McCarthy, not Kate or Katie, just Katherine. I made the mistake early in our relationship to try calling her Kat, boy did I hear it!
My name is Kurt McCarthy, I'm her husband. Yes, I'm Irish too. We've been together since high school. We'd started going steady when we were 16. I learned early on to get out of the way when she started her tirades. That is how it has been for the last 26 years, 22 of them as husband and wife.
Even with her hot temper I still loved her. The red hair, green eyes and fair skin with freckles, I loved it all.
We were each other's first boyfriend and girlfriend. In fact, we were each other's first kiss. We had talked, as we started dating about what we were comfortable doing, sexually. She said, "I
will
be a virgin on my wedding day!"
I respected that, but that didn't stop us from fooling around. In fact, that 4 year period, before we got married, was when I perfected my oral skills. I knew just what she liked, when and how often. I really enjoyed it too. I loved to see the effect my fingers and tongue could have on her, it gave me quite the ego boost.
That is why today, when she woke me with the blowjob, I knew exactly what she wanted. It was kind of our 'go to' routine, she would give me a blowjob until I was almost ready to explode and then stop, roll over and let me dive in to use my expertise. Then we would cum together with my cock buried to the hilt in her juicy cunt.
Today, like so many times before, she had said, "I love the way you do that.", when I was eating her out. This time, however, something was different.
I got up and said, "I'm going to jump in the shower." I knew that if I didn't get to it first it would be an hour before I would be able to get into the bathroom. In response she just groaned an assent.
As I let the water stream over my body, I kept thinking of what she had said. She had said those words hundreds of times before. Why did they bother me now? I'm sure part of it was the fact that our relationship had been strained these last few months. I didn't even know why. I just knew how to stay away from her when she got in those moods. Usually they would last no more than a week, maybe 10 days tops. This, lasting a month, was unprecedented.
"I love the way you do that." She had said. Why did that bother me so much?
I finished the shower and wrapped a towel around myself as I walked into the bedroom. "Hey, sleepy head, it's your turn."
She groaned, but got up and made her way to the bathroom. Within five minutes she was in the shower, soaking herself.
I liked looking at her. Her red hair, now wet, was flowing down to below her shoulders, her perfect sized B cup breasts, her tapered waist and cute ass, and, the thing I loved the most, her red bush. It reminded me of the hot sex we used to have, daily. The first year of our marriage we couldn't get enough of each other -- before work, after work, and sometimes at lunch, if we could get away.
That was when I worked as a mechanic and she was working at Target. Those were the days, we were poor, but in total love, and lust, for each other.
I had continued to work as a mechanic up until about 8 years ago. That is when the owner of the local NAPA franchise approached me about coming to work for him. He appealed to my drive to do something different with my life. I was making about $40,000 a year turning wrenches. We had talked many times, either when I went to pick up parts, or when he delivered them to our shop. He had 2 stores at the time and was looking to open a third and needed a manager. He felt I was the one.
Obviously, I knew cars and parts. I was ASE certified and he liked the way I handled myself with the customers.
He took me to dinner one night after work to discuss an opportunity. I thought he just wanted a manager. In reality, he wanted to talk about a business opportunity, one that could set Katherine and I up for life. He asked me if I had ever thought of owning my own business. Well, of course I had, I think most people have at some time in their lives.
Not to bore you with all the details, but the gist was; I would work for him making the same $40,000 a year for 10 years and at the end of that time he would sell me the business. During that time, he would put $20,000 a year into an account for me to use as the down payment on the purchase of the franchise. Also, during that time, he would groom me to take over the business. I have always been a trusting man, and a handshake sealed the deal between us. I gave my two weeks notice, and then started working for him.
This appealed to me at the time because my 12 year old son and 10 year old daughter were becoming quite active in sports. This would give me the flexibility in my schedule to be there at most of their games. It would, however, mean I would be working some nights and weekends.
That night, when I spoke to Katherine about accepting the new job, she was furious that I hadn't talked to her first. I hadn't even gotten a chance to talk to her about the future opportunity of the franchise, I knew that she would be furious that I hadn't gotten something in writing. I told her that I was missing my children's childhood and that this job would give me the chance to be a bigger part of their lives. Then I told her that it would be good for us all in the end. She didn't want to hear any of it and I was on her shit list for over a week. I sure hoped that nothing went wrong with my plan, I didn't want to suffer the 'wrath of Katherine'. I had experienced that many times; while camping, at birthday parties, and on vacations.
Now, eight years later, I was looking forward to surprising her in just 2 years. Of course, not getting a raise for the last 8 years has led to some heated discussions between us. I would just tell her to trust me, which unfortunately didn't come easy for her.
My schedule had changed from 7:30 -- 5:00, five days a week as a mechanic, to anytime between 9:00 - 7:00 during the week and possibly some weekends as well. However, I did have the flexibility of schedule that allowed me to see my kids play baseball, softball, and soccer.
About 2 years ago I had started noticing a change in Katherine. She had become agitated easier and the usual short temper had become even shorter. She also started belittling me on occasion. That can definitely wear on a man's ego, and cause a little resentment as well.
These last 3 months it has gotten progressively worse. I tried talking to her about it. At first it would have an effect, she would apologize and things would get better for about a week. Then it would start up again.
Lately, however, when I have mentioned something to her, she has given me a look of annoyance and her attitude has actually gotten worse. Obviously, that has affected our home life, not to mention our sex life. I have come to a point where I'd rather be at work building the business than at home with her.
On the bright side, business has grown. We now have 4 locations and our commercial business is steadily increasing.
My wife has always worked. She, of course, took a little time off when the kids were born, but she went right back to work shortly after. It didn't take her too long to land a job working for an insurance agency group. They have 4 offices around the city, she is now the office manager of one of them. From what I can gather she is doing a great job. I know, from experience, that managing people can sometimes be stressful, so I've got to believe some of my wife's attitude is due to that stress. I have asked her what has changed in the last two years, but she doesn't have an answer for me, and gets angry when I pry too much.
As I put on my clothes, to do some work around the house, my mind returns to this morning's great sex. I smile in remembrance, but something still bother's me in the back of my mind, "I love the way you do that."
The rest of the weekend, and through out the next week, things are back to "normal". The new normal, that is. Katherine was testy all week. Friday night she came home a little late again and it was like a repeat of the previous Friday. She was actually even more demanding of me to perform my expertise in the bedroom. I've mentioned, she's Irish, but so am I, and although I don't have as hot of a temper, I still have one. Her attitude and demands had gotten my ire up.
When she said, "I need you to service me."
I told her, "I don't jump at your command, you can service yourself." I wasn't going to be her lap dog.
