Disclaimers: Like most of my stories, this is 100% fictional. If I should happen to mention something in the technology field, I can only guess that my account is accurate. This story has two distinct parts. A loving wife part, where the loving wife gets hers, royally! Then, there is a second part that is a romance part. If any of my characters take part in any sexual stuff they are 18, or older.
As you can see by the title of my story, I am borrowing the title from the 1978 Gloria Gayner hit disco song of the same name.
My short description is first attested to an Englishman, Thomas Howell, from around 1570.
For those interested, I'm Greg Bennett, and am getting ready to celebrate my twenty-eighth birthday. That is, if I can build up the courage to celebrate anything, aside from the fact that that my divorce from Libby Oliver is final!
Thank goodness! My five month nightmare is over. Now, I hope to pick up the pieces of my life, with my two adorable kids, and move on.
A little background is called for. I was born and raised in the little town of Port Townsend, Washington. About our only claim to fame is this was the setting for the 1982 movie, An Offier And A Gentleman.
After graduation, I attended Western Washington University, in Bellingham, and graduated with a degree in business, with a minor in math.
During my sophomore year, I met Elizabeth Oliver, or Libby, as she preferred. We seemed to hit it off, but all during the school year, all we did was study together.
Where I was on the shy side, and on the smaller side, at 5'8" and 160 on a good day, she was very outgoing, and some would say, vivacious. Also on the small side, 5'2" at most, with a tight, compact body.
Over the summer, between my sophomore and junior year, I was back in Port Townsend, working at my parent's hardware store.
One afternoon, who should walk into our store, but Libby. After introducing her to my parents, we went outside, with me asking her what the problem was. I knew she was going to spend the summer back with her parents, in Bellingham, or so I thought.
After a few minutes, with tears in her eyes, she starts telling me that after nearly thirty years of marriage, her mother was finally fed up with her dad's cheating, and kicked him out.
For the next few minutes, we just sat there, hugging, in silence.
She then looked me in the eyes and very softly kissed me.
"I've wanted to do that for several months, Greg, but wasn't sure if you wanted me to."
Instead of answering, I returned her kiss with my own.
It's sort of funny, how neither of us thought of each other in this way, until her family was breaking apart.
We just sat outside, talking, until my mother came out and asked if we were OK.
After Libby telling her story to my folks about her family issues, it was my dad who quietly asked her if she was heading back home, or if she wanted to stay with us for the rest of the summer. She looked at me and told my dad that she didn't want to impose.
"We have a spare room, and you can help out in the store, if you'd like. Oh, yes, we will pay you, if you work in the store."
He said this with a smile.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Bennett," she replied.
"It's Bill, and you're very welcome."
"And, if we do this, I won't stand for any funny stuff," mom added.
I was blushing so much, you could have started a fire on my forehead. I was so embarrassed!
Over the next few weeks, we did get to know each other better. Yes, we did kiss, deeper and with more gusto, each time we would slip away from prying eyes. And, yes, I did slip one hand inside her shirt, feeling her small, very firm breasts, each capped by a rock hard nipple.
Each time I did that, her breathing would quicken, bordering on a small orgasm. In our sixth or seventh week, we were as far from our house, as possible, we were laying on a blanket, when I slowly took her shirt all the way off.
Slipping her bra off, finally letting me see her very firm breasts.
"Do you have a condom, because I'm not on any birth control."
"No, can't I just pull out in time?"
"Oh, shit, that's dangerous."
As this conversation was taking place, I took my clothes off, along with the rest of hers. Seeing her perfect, tight body, got my blood really pumping. With my fairly thick, nearly six inches standing at attention, we both started kissing each other.
As I worked my way down her body, kissing everywhere, she moved around, taking my cock in her mouth.
The first time my tongue slid up and down her cunt lips, her body started shaking, along with her licking all over the throbbing head of my cock.
Now, I had only one blow job, the previous year, and it wasn't anything to write home about. This, on the other hand, was out of this world. As I pleasured Libby's tender womanhood, I knew I wasn't going to last very long.
As I felt myself ready to explode, she must have sensed it, too, and held my cock away from her, as I shot stream after hot stream of cum all over the ground.
She kept stroking my cock, as I continued to probe her sex, first with my tongue, then with two fingers. As my cock started to harden, again, I felt her entire body start shaking.
She kept my manhood in her warm mouth, as I felt another explosion starting. This time, she kept my sex in her mouth, gulping down my second offering.
Rolling onto our backs, we just looked into each others eyes. As our breathing started to subside, our grins widened, with Libby telling me I had the most talented tongue in all the state.
"Mind you, Greg, you're only the second tongue who has been down there, but by far the best. Also, it might behoove you to have a condom handy in the near future."
Oh my God, I thought, she wants to be the second girl I'd get to make love to. I just couldn't quit grinning.
"Hey, you best wipe that grin off your face, unless you want your parents to know what we've been doing." She did say this with a silly grin of her own.
Walking back to my house, hand in hand, we just seemed to be walking on air.
No sooner than our entry into my house, my mother looked at both of us and gave us a 'are you two positive' look. Then gave us both a nice hug.
For the remainder of that day, we just couldn't quit grinning. It was very difficult for us to be on opposite sides of the house, to try and get some sleep.
For the next few days, we would sneak a few very hot kisses, whenever we could.
One late afternoon, after our store closed, and mom and dad had to take care of some paperwork, we headed back to our house, knowing we had a good hour before they would return.
As soon as we got inside, we were tearing each others clothes off, and sprinting to her room. Yes, I brought more than one condom with me.
Getting naked, on her bed, I just couldn't get enough of her tiny, rock hard nipples, with two fingers slowly moving in and out of her very wet snatch.
Getting the condom in place, and moving between her thighs, we were finally fucking. I tried taking my time, making this last, but she kept urging me on, yelling faster, harder, until I exploded inside of her sex.
"Oh, shit, Greg, that was worth the wait!"
"That's an understatement, Libby, you are amazing."
We both knew neither of us were virgins, but we also knew this was both of our best.
Cuddling together, I felt myself starting to get hard, again, and when she saw that, too, neither of us said a word, as I rolled her on top of me, burying my face in between her wide open thighs.
Once again, a condom appeared, and with her on top of me, I entered her core, and let her ride me like a professional rodeo lady. We just couldn't get enough of each other.
Finally, getting cleaned up and starting to prepare dinner, my parents returned, and it took mom about two minutes to know what we had been doing, all afternoon.
"I only want to say this once, your dad and I hope you are being careful, and you are serious about each other."
We both told her that we were, and nothing too extreme would happen until we finished school. I already knew I'd be graduating one semester early, and already had feelers out in the job market.
With my expertise in both business and math, I was considering becoming an actuary. I did some checking, and found that not only insurance companys, but banks also used people with this background.
Libby, on the other hand, was considering going into advertising, as she was doing well in these classes.
Back at Western, for our Junior year, we moved into a coed dorm, and managed to get into a situation with another couple, and switched roommates, becoming a serious couple. It was like we had our own apartment.
Yes, we were getting that serious.
I did some checking, and found that I could do some extra work, and only need one class the first semester, to graduate.
Again, that summer, we were back at my parents house, but this time, in my room, together.
During the summer, Libby's mother, Darlene, came to visit, and we started planning a wedding. Nothing too fancy, but we did find out from her mother, that her father was now living somewhere in Wyoming, with a twenty something floozy, he'd hooked up with, and got pregnant.
We all decided that her brother, also named Greg would walk her down the aisle. He was five years older, married, with two little boys.
Back at school, with my one class, and Libby becoming more involved with planning our wedding, her attention to school was waning.
We discussed this, at length, and decided she could finish when it became more convenient.
Just as I was finishing my final class, I was approached by a very large insurance company, in Seattle, who offered me a job in their actuarial department. The job wouldn't start until May, so we moved our wedding up to late March.
Our wedding couldn't have turned out better. Yes, Libby looked magnificent. Her brother did walk her down the aisle, and we had a very nice honeymoon in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico.
Getting settled in one of the many suburbs of Seattle, and starting my job, Libby found a job with an advertising agency, learning the basics. Her education background did help, and she proved to be a natural.
Both of us were more than happy with our jobs, when one night just after our first anniversary, we were sitting down for dinner, when I knew my wife had something important to say.
"Gregory, I want to know if I can quit my job?"
First off, she never calls me Gregory, unless I'm in trouble.
"Can I ask why?"
"I think I want to start thinking about having children!"
Talk about being blindsided!
We just hugged for a while, when I asked her if she was positive.
