Wendy lay back on the beach. The contrast of the cool breeze washing over her naked body while the warmth of the Carolina sun tanned her smooth glowing skin felt amazing. She felt fulfilled. How good it was to have your cake and eat it too!
She could see Henry down the beach. What an amazing man he was. Tall, lanky, so beautifully trim. You'd never know from looking at him on the beach how sweet he was, he took such care to make her world beautiful You'd also never guess how old he was. His short cropped hair hadn't lost its color, and with his passion for working out and playing tennis, his body looked young. To look at him on the beach, you'd also never suspect how rich he was. He'd spent the adult part of his 52 years learning the ins and outs of investments, and had long ago retired from his investment counseling firm to manage his own portfolios as a full time job.
There were perks to being Henry's wife. There was the ski house in Steamboat, the cottage in Napa, the apartment overlooking Central Park, the horses at their house in Connecticut, and her favorite, this house on the remote beach in North Carolina. She had no money worries, no pressing responsibilities, no cares. Could it get any better?
Well, Henry did have his flaw. He wasn't very well endowed, and his sex drive was equally small. But he knew she needed more than he could give and knew she had other men in her life. She loved Henry, but she needed lovers, and as long as she was discreet, as long as nothing was flaunted in Henry's face, and as long as she loved him when he did feel the urge, they had a happy life together.
Wendy did occasionally long for children, which she and Henry had decided would not be part of their life. However, the thought that her motherly instincts might make her feel obliged to give up her secret sluttiness always ended that urge. If she had wanted the white picket fence, the kids and the mini-van, she would have stayed with Gerald.
Oh Gerald. She hadn't thought about Gerald since last Christmas, when she sent him her annual card and read his cute little personal letter in the card he always included in the card he sent her. Gerald had been her chance at the white picket fence, and for a long time, it looked as if he and that fence would be right for her, and could hold her life. Of course that had been before Rodney.
She still smiled every time she thought of Rodney. Gerald had captured her heart back in college, Henry had her head now, but Ronald was the man who had captured her libido while she was married to Gerald. Oh it was lusciously confusing how she did it, but she was living proof that you can have it all!
Wendy met Gerald in college. She was a little sassy freshman, who knew just how to flip her raven hair and flash her stunning blue eyes at a boy to get him to carry her books, open a door, or help her with her studies. As well as she flirted, she wasn't sexually active. She wasn't afraid of sex, she just had no interest in all the trappings of maintaining a relationship, and had no respect for one night stands. The guys flocked to her, though she held them at bay maintaining the reputation of a proper young woman that her grandmother would be proud of. Still she was proud that she had a cute little bubble butt and on her tiny frame her breasts appeared huge, and kept the boys' attention on her.
The Gerald came along. Gerald was slim and cute. Not too tall at 5' 10", but he towered over Wendy. His receding hairline was so distinguished and made him look mature, and even worldly. Wendy was smitten with Gerald as soon as she met him. She had elected a drama class to fill a lit requirement, and wound up in a study group reading Cyrano together. She read Roxanne to Gerald's Cyrano, and his delivery of those beautiful lines and sentiments felt too real to her. Gerald must have felt the same, because he would go out of his way to walk with her on campus.
He was a strong confident personality around everyone he met, except Wendy. Around her he couldn't always find the right word, and her direct eye to eye contact could leave him stammering like a blithering idiot. He always knew what to say, and had a reputation for being quick and clever. He could hold his own in just about any argument, and was exceptionally well read. The few people who ever tried to insult him found his wit to be a formidable challenge. But Wendy could disarm him with a smile.
Wendy and Gerald became inseparable, but never connected romantically. Gerald was too shy to actually ask for a date, didn't dance, and never made an advance even so bold as holding her hand. Wendy accepted her role as such a good friend, and went on dates with other guys. This made Gerald even more shy about asking Wendy out, and every time he did build up the courage to ask her somewhere, she told him about a new cute flame in her life.
They spent a year and a half as best friends, nearly missing intimacy more times than either cared to count. Finally, one day during Wendy's sophomore year, Gerald walked into one of the college coffee shops to see Wendy sitting at a booth with her roommate. He slid next to her, and without even thinking twice, leaned over and kissed her hello.
It wasn't a long passionate kiss, but he had never kissed her before. It was as if they had been married for years, and he had just dropped by to join them for lunch. Time stopped for Wendy. Her roommate froze as well. Wendy had long talked about how she liked Gerald but he never seemed interested. Wendy just looked at Gerald until he looked up at her.
Once he did, he realized he had opened a door. Wendy leaned in and kissed him back. Only she had no interest in withholding any passion, and poured all the love she had saved the past year into her kiss.
"It's about time," her roommate beamed. "I'll see you two later."
They had always been in love. It was a comfortable kind of love, one where they craved each other's presence, needed each other's support, had to talk to each other every da. They had shared everything with each other, except sexual intimacy. When Gerald sat beside Wendy, and kissed her innocently, as a husband would kiss his wife of thirty years hello after coming home from a round of golf with his friends. But beneath that innocence and within that comfortable nature, they had pent up passions that all came flooding to the surface with that first physical admission of love, that one kiss.
It didn't take long for them to realize they had to leave the coffee shop. Once they did, it didn't take long for them to cover the couple of hundred yards between the popular student lunch spot and his apartment. Once there it didn't take long for their arms to wrap around each other, locking their bodies in a passionate embrace. From their it didn't take long for them to shed their clothes and find their way into Gerald's bed.
Gerald had been with a girl in high school, and another in his freshman year, the year before he had met Wendy. Wendy too, had been with a couple of guys, though neither experience had rocked her world. Today was different for both of them. They both wanted each other so badly, their skin felt electric to the touch. Wendy was surprised at the feel of Gerald's cock in her hand. He was so hard, much more hard than her other lovers. Like wise, Gerald was amazed at how ready Wendy was to receive him. Her pussy felt hot and steamy in his hands. They both knew it was time to couple. Gerald rolled up over her, and lowered his body down as Wendy guided him cock into her. He held it there and kissed her, letting his tongue probe her mouth just as his cock probed her pussy. He began to move both in concert, holding his kiss as long as he could.
Wendy was lost in her love by this time, and began to moan her expressions of pleasure deep into Gerald's kiss. They were whirled up in the newness of making love for thie first time. They began to move their hips together, each thrust of Gerald's cock gently pressing into Wendy like gentle waves lapping at the shore of a lake. Wendy needed more than a lake though, and she met each subsequent thrust with greater intensity, whisper in Gerald's ear, spurring him onto harder and faster thrusts until the waves were like those of an ocean, crashing onto a rocky coast. She grabbed at his back as she came, her fingernails digging into the soft skin of his back, while his hips wildly pistoned back and forth driving him to his own ecstatic orgasm. She gasped as he pumped his seed deep inside her. Neither had ever experienced sex without condoms before, and the feeling overtook both of them.
That night was filled with repeat performances, their young, hungry bodies rebounding again and again and coming back to each other for more. The next day, was a Saturday, and they spent it lying in bed, cuddling and kissing each other gently.
Gerald got up at noon, making breakfast for the glowing couple. Wendy showered as he cooked, and came out fresh and smiling. She sat at the table, thinking to herself how nice it would be to have breakfast like this every day. Gerald was thinking something along the same lines.
"Wendy, you know something?"
She just looked up at him for his answer.
"I love you."
She smiled over her mug of steaming coffee.
"Marry me."
She coughed on her coffee.
"Gerald, this is so sudden! Last night was amazing, but marriage!?"
"It wasn't just last night. I've been falling for you since Cyrano. I can't be away from you for a minute without thinking about you, wondering what you're doing, and wondering if you're thinking about me at all. I feel so at ease around you, and unsettled when you're gone. I always thought we were just best friends though, I always thought you were out of my league to date. But yesterday when I kissed you, it became so clear. I want you in my life, always."
Wendy was speechless. She wasn't speechless because Gerald had moved too quickly, or for any other reason than the fact that he had just voiced her exact feelings. She stared incredulously as he bent to one knee, took her hand and asked her again to be his wife.
Wendy thought back on that moment. It was the first time she had a man eating out of the palm of her hand after sex. It wouldn't be that last. Gerald graduated the following year, and was accepted into the business school at the university. They married that summer, and she spent her senior year of college not only studying, but loving her husband and making a home. They decided to put off children until after she had graduated and they had both had a chance to establish themselves professionally.
Gerald found business school to be a breeze, which was fortnate, as he began to spend every waking moment working for a local candidate running for Senate. Wendy was too busy in her senior year to notice how little Gerald doted on her as he used to. She did notice the routine nature their sex life had taken. However, she knew he ws just working to get the best career he could, and then be the best provider he could be. She knew Gerald dreamed the American dream, right down to the white picket fence and the minivan. It wasn't a bad dream after all, to have a good life as a wife and mother, so she pursued her studies with vigor rather than dwell on Gerald's shortcomings.
Wendy graduated with honors, and Gerald's boss won his bid, becoming a senator late that spring. They moved to Washington where Gerald took a job on the Senator's staff, and Wendy went to work as an interior designer. Within a year, Gerald was one of his boss's most valued staffers, and Wendy was in demand by homeowners and architects alike.
"I'm running for state senator."
Gerald had this way of dropping bombshells. There had been no discussion of this career move. Wendy didn't see this as her young family's best option. They were just starting off, and really had little money. They rented a tiny apartment, owned one beat up old car between the two of them, and they scrimped and saved at every turn in the hopes of being able to buy a house and have children. Where would he find the time and energy to raise money for a campaign? When would he find time for ther.
