Loving Wife

So, I remember the first time I read a story from the Loving Wife category, and I learned quickly that it was more of a euphemism than a direct descriptive, like Lesbian or Anal.

I've enjoyed exploring the category as a reader and an author. There are so many nuances to experience and enjoy. While I have a few more in process, I began working on this one a long time ago. The concept was simple... what if a loving wife was exactly that? Most male characters in these stories have encountered weak, deceitful, manipulative, or just plain horrible women, only to find a real, TRUE, loving wife the second time around. What if she was the right one from the beginning? What if the man was the issue? I don't mean the cheating kind, but the broken kind.

That's what LOVING WIFE is about. There's no BTB, big cocks, horrible rich lawyers, or retired military. If that's what you are looking for, you may wish to give this one a pass. The category police may question the placement, as the bulk of the story happens before they get married, but it ties into their entire life together.

Be aware! Grammar and spelling errors to follow. Limited sex, so don't blink if that's what you're looking for.

Sometimes, it's just a happy ending...

Cheers, C_T

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Loving wife

"Do I need to be worried?" My husband's voice whispered directly into my ear.

"Don't be ridiculous, Anthony. He's my second cousin for Pete's sake." I smiled at his gruff, possessive tone. "There's only one man for me... remember?"

I felt his bravado deflate, hugging me tighter as we slowly danced across the floor. I ran my hand through his salt and pepper hair, cradling the back of his head with care. I could feel his mood shift. It didn't happen as much anymore, but he still had his lapses from time to time.

"Sweetheart? Don't you dare." I whispered to him. I could hear his breathing growing deeper and more rhythmic as he tried to reel it back in. "You are here with your loving wife, enjoying the wedding of our amazing daughter. We did this, honey."

"Thanks to you." He whispered back. "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have any of this." He was teetering, I could feel it. Twenty-seven years together give you these subtle insights.

I pulled my face back and looked into his troubled eyes. Pressing my forehead to his, I spoke from my heart. "That's where you keep getting it wrong, baby. We did this. It took both of us." I waited for him to meet my eyes. "When the night is finished and our beautiful daughter is off for her honeymoon, I'm going to make you remember, until the sun comes up." I felt his posture straighten up. I smiled, knowing he was able to avoid the rabbit hole.

"Were you really going to start a fight with my second cousin at your daughter's wedding?" I coyly muttered to his face.

"Well, he is handsy, especially for a relative." He smirked at me, causing me to giggle.

"He is, isn't he? No wonder none of the women in our family can stand him." It was his turn to chuckle.

I love my husband, heart and soul. Our journey wasn't easy, but it was worthwhile. Do I like that my husband is jealous so easily? Yes, actually. It's how I know he's invested and focused on us. Oh, he would never start anything unless it was to protect me or his family. He has an infinite amount of love that he could draw from and was gracious to all those in his life, except himself. If I had a crystal ball that warned me about the tribulations we would encounter, would I have dated him all those years ago?

Dam straight!

**

I met Anthony at a university mixer. We didn't lock eyes across the room or bump into each other while carrying drinks like the start of most romantic beginnings. It was on the dance floor where he was failing terribly, trying to catch on to the latest line dance craze, a combination of country steps to a bass-filled, hip-hop beat. I hate to admit it, but I did laugh at the poor guy. But inside my head, I had to give him props for putting himself out there.

The group he was with was no help at all. A couple of girls tried to help him, but gave up quickly so they could get back into it. He shuffled behind them, trying to shadow the moves... it was painful. To this day, I don't know why, but I dropped from my line, moved in beside him, and grabbed his arm.

"Don't try so hard. Just feel the beat. The steps will make more sense." He gave me a wide smile; I could see he was a bit tipsy. I want to say he got better, but I can't lie. I even moved behind him and tried to guide his hips to the beat... it was a lost cause. Either way, I had fun trying to help this poor guy, and he was gracious to accept it without making it flirty.

When the song was over, he faced me with his hand out. "Thank you for trying to help these two left feet." His smile was sweet, and it wasn't lost on me how cute he was. He gave me a small wave and turned to leave the dance floor.

"Wait! That's it? You're just going to give up?" I teased.

He laughed. "I think I've held you up enough. Besides, I have to go see a man about a horse." I giggled at his answer. What a stupid saying, for I have to pee.

I watched him work his way off the floor, and my attention was soon back to my circle of friends. I got a few smiles and even a thumbs-up from Gloria, my bestie. I returned the smiles, whipped my hair off my shoulders, and got back into the groove.

Like many random meetings, I chalked it up as a hit-and-run. Maybe there was some potential there, but I hadn't seen him since the dance floor. I vaguely looked for him, hoping he'd make a move, but alas, he never did. Gloria announced we were rounding up the group for some late-night pizza, so I downed the last of my gin and tonic and helped Gloria gather the troops. It was a fairly quick process for the majority, but Sasha was still MIA.

One of the girls said she saw her by the shooter bar earlier, so the 5 of us made our way to the drink station. Out of all of us, Sasha was the designated party girl. She could drink with the best of them, but it also got her into unnecessary situations too. Gloria was able to pick her out of the crowd, and we followed her lead. Sure enough, Sasha was in the middle of three guys, flirting away.

"Hey, Sash! We're heading out. Let's go!" Gloria called out over the music. Sasha smiled and started to say her goodbyes to the guys.

"We can take her home. I think she wants to hang out with us." The guy was handsome and polite enough, but you never leave your homegirl alone with three strangers, especially if she's been drinking.

I piped up. "Thanks, guys, but it's just a girl's night and we're heading out." Guy number two was a little less diplomatic than the handsome one.

"Well, we just spent a shit load of money on shots for her, so it's only fair she hangs out with us and party." I'm sure I wasn't the only one to feel the hair on their neck go up.

"C'mon, Sash. Let's go, hun!" I took a step towards the trio and glared at Sasha. She knew this was going to go bad if she stuck around, so she carefully tried to elbow her way out from between the guys. Unfortunately, the loud one grabbed her arm.

"Oh no. You can't just drink our booze, and then walk out, cock tease!"

"Get your fuckin hands off her you creep!" Gloria pushed the guy closest to her. The guy barely moved and shoved her back hard.

I immediately thought that Sasha had done it again. She always attracted the assholes. We created a big scene, as only 5 women could do, hoping security would come to intervene. Suddenly, a guy came from behind me and tackled the pushy one to the ground. Just as the other two tried to step in, two more came, and the second one was massive. He, alone, pretty much ended the whole fiasco, just as security got there. We told them what happened, and they escorted the three guys out and asked us nicely to leave as well. Which was fine for us.

I thanked the big guy and his friend for their help, and he just laughed. "I'd follow Antonio into hell." I laughed with him, not knowing who Antonio was until he tapped the big guy on his shoulder.

"Thanks, Jumbo. Let's go, I think I broke a tooth."

"Antonio?" I realized right away who he was. "Holy shit! You're Antonio?" It was the cute, bad dancer from earlier in the night.

"Uh, yeah. But only Jumbo can call me Antonio. It's Anthony." He smiled softly.

"Thanks, Anthony. What you did was..."

"Stupid?" He interrupted me.

I laughed. "I was going to say brave, but I can live with stupid." We both chuckled. We looked at each other over in silence when Gloria's voice snapped me back to the living.

"Sophie? You coming?"

I looked back at Anthony. "Say, would you and your friends like to grab some pizza? Our treat. It's the least we could do." If I read his face right, he was going to politely decline.

"We'd love to!" The third guy, whom I later found out was Peter, accepted on their behalf and pushed Anthony and the big guy to follow us out.

I made a point of getting to know Anthony over pizza and beer. He was shier than I thought, but sweet. He was a nice break from the typical alpha assholes you meet in university.

**

It took a long time before we advanced to the physical stage. We had effectively been dating for 8 months before we got passed the kissing. I suppose it was refreshing not to be dragged to bed 3 days in, but if I was starting to suffer from horniness, how the hell was he holding out? When I asked him if he was seeing someone else, he almost broke down, swearing he would never cheat. When I asked him if he was having second thoughts, he assured me he wasn't. In his own words, he said he was nervous.

"Nervous is okay." I offered. "Have you... I mean, are you a virgin?" I was trying to be delicate. It wasn't being judgmental, I just needed to know what I was dealing with.

"What? NO!" Apparently, I wasn't delicate enough. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Don't get mad. I'm just trying to see where we're at. I'm all for taking our time and respecting each other, but this isn't 1950, Anthony. Most couples, by now, are engaging in some kind of sexual contact. Do I not excite you?"

"Of course you do." His voice was much calmer. "I just don't want to screw this up."

I sat on his lap and hugged him tightly. "You know I'm falling for you, and I'm pretty sure you're doing the same with me. Unless you're a complete asshole under the sheets who doesn't give a shit about his partner... how can you screw this up?" He sat in silence. I could see he was looking for the right words, but I couldn't wait. "If it's experience, Anthony, we can communicate and be open with each other. I want you to know what truly gets me excited, and I want to know what your buttons are. Let's take the guessing out of it and help each other. I promise not to do anything that makes you uncomfortable if you promise me the same thing. Deal?" I could see his look softening.

"Okay." He finally answered. It was lost on me how he could be so selfless and brave without a second thought, yet so timid with me.

Later that evening, we progressed past first base. Even after our chat, I had to be the semi-aggressor. As we were kissing, I took his hand and led it to my breast. He was hesitant, so I kept my hand on top of his and gently pushed his palm into me. I have very sensitive nipples, and breast play is a huge turn-on for me. He finally caught on and began kneading me on his own. He may have been shy, but he was quite intuitive, hitting my nipples with just the right amount of frequency and pressure.

As the kissing and fondling got heavier, I slowly worked my hand down his side to his leg. I gently rubbed, slowly easing my hand towards the middle. I could tell he was hard, just by the strain on the material of his jeans. When I slid my hand over the top of his bulge, he pulled back from the kiss and released my boob.

"Anthony? Are you okay?" His cheeks were flushed. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." His words didn't match his face.

"Talk to me, Anthony. Is it something I've done, or have I moved too fast?" He wouldn't look me in the eyes. I was at a loss. He was always the pillar of confidence in any other setting. I always felt safe around him, and his collection of good friends was awesome too. We partied, laughed, and even worked out together. He was strong, but never went out of his way to impress me. He was always so supportive, but the minute things turned intimate, he turned into a shy teenager.

Anthony was a mystery. He was nothing like the guys I'd dated before, which was good for the most part. The one place I felt vulnerable with Anthony was my desirability. If I'm being honest, guys couldn't wait to get in my pants, down my top, or inside my body. When that's a part of a healthy relationship, it makes a woman feel like she's on top of the world. However, despite my strong attraction to Anthony, I was starting to feel like I had lost my mojo or something. I straightened my shirt and sat back further on my couch. I resigned myself to the idea that we were going to get to the bottom of this tonight.

"Is it me, Anthony? Is there something about me that doesn't make you excited? I'm just looking for honesty here. Even if I don't like the answers. We're going on 9 months, and I'd like to think there are many more to come... but."

"No!" He was quick to interrupt me. Initially, he was quite animated, but he slowly withdrew. "It's not you, Sophie. You're amazing and beautiful. You're perfect."

I chuckled at his description of me. "Anthony, I'm nowhere near perfect. No one's perfect. It's the little deficiencies that make us unique."

"I suppose that's true," He took a deep breath. "I'm... I'm a little concerned that I'm swinging outside my weight class. You could have anybody. I don't want you to settle, is all."

Wow. I've met some men with low self-esteem, but Anthony was on a whole other level. History taught me to stay clear of these types of guys because the maintenance schedule to keep them going could be exhausting. Having said that, I had no alarm bells going off. Anthony was different. As I said, he never gave any signs he was suffering from low self-esteem. He wasn't a larger-than-life kind of guy, but he was present, funny, respectful, and down-to-earth. Plus... I had developed some true feelings for him.

"You'll understand if I call bullshit, right? What's this outside my class shit? We've been rolling along just great... better than great." I took his cheek in my hand. "Talk to me, Anthony. Please..." He tried to pull away, but I wouldn't let him. Finally, he started talking.

"Look, I know this is going to come off as childish, or immature, but I've been through the wringer a few times and I'm a little gun-shy," he looked around me, "about... my gun."

It took me a moment to get what he was implying. Why, you might ask? I never saw it coming! "Anthony," I sighed heavily. "I could give you all the old clichés about size not mattering or it's what you do with it, but I won't." I paused. "That's not to say that they aren't true, by the way." I snuggled closer. "The whole time we've been together, not once did I wonder what size of dick you had in your pants. All I know is I'd like to experience everything with you. You make me happy. You make me feel safe and most of all, I can't imagine being with anyone else." I kissed his nose. "I meant what I said about forging ahead together and finding what each other likes. If you're as open as I want to be, how can we go wrong? Sex is a simple act, but making love to someone is complex. It's about being vulnerable and trusting. Whatever our future holds for us, together or apart, I'd never do or say anything to disrespect you or hurt you. It's not the way I'm wired."

He was looking deeply into my eyes. I could tell he was weighing my words. "I'm sorry. I don't want to seem wimpy. I know how I feel about you, and the last thing I want is to go all in, only to find out you couldn't be happy... long term.

I kissed him deeply. "Will you explore with me, Anthony? Do you trust me?" He no sooner nodded his head than I pushed him back and lay on top of him. I straddled his hips and put my hands on his chest. "I know neither of us is a virgin, but I want to go forward like I'm your first and you are mine." I leaned down and kissed him again. "What do you say?" Not only did he kiss me back, but I felt him hardening under my pussy. It was a great sign.

We did some gentle petting that night. It was a week later that we finally moved into the real, physical stuff. I could tell that Anthony was nervous, but I reassured him with my actions the whole time. Words can be hollow, but actions speak volumes, and I turned up the volume. His cock was maybe a little shorter than average, but he was fatter than typical, with a nice big head. I thought he was going to have a cardiac arrest when I took him in my mouth and to answer my question about how he was dealing with being horny... he wasn't. I no sooner had him deep in my mouth than he blew off.

I had barely swallowed his cum before the frantic apologies came flying. "I'm sorry, Sophie. I wanted to last longer than that..." I watched his posture deflate.

I slid up his body and kissed his cheek. "You know, if you don't relieve the pressure once and a while, things can go off without warning." I wiggled my eyebrows. "Anthony... It's okay. We got the first one out of the way. Now I want you to relax and work with me. Can you do that?" Once he nodded, I started removing my clothes until all I had on was my pink thong.

"While you recuperate, how about you return the favor?" I smirked. "It's been a long time since anything, but my fingers got me off." His face got a little red at my admission of masturbation. I straddled his chest and stroked his hair back while I studied his face. "Do you have any idea how hot it is knowing that in less than 10 seconds, I'll be pressing my pussy on that mouth of yours?"

It wasn't really a question, so I didn't wait for an answer. He was so stunned that he unknowingly let me pin his arms down with my legs, as I pulled my thong to the side and lowered myself onto his sexy mouth. At first, he did nothing, except inhale my scent. So, I encouraged him by grinding it down on his mouth. Seconds later, I felt his hot tongue trail the entire inner border of my labia. It was unexpected and amazing. I groaned in approval, and before I knew it, he was tongue-lashing me in all the right places, bringing me to a solid orgasm in record time. I grabbed his hair and pushed myself harder into his face.

With a final shutter, I lifted my ass, realizing I was likely depriving him of oxygen. "Holy fuck, Anthony! That was amazing!" For the record, I wasn't trying to build him up... it was that good!

I lifted my legs off his arms and moved like I was going to get off his chest, but his strong hands grabbed my hips and pulled me back over his mouth. Before I could utter a word, he began worshipping every nook and cranny of my cooch. There was no way this was his first time... he was a fucking savant at eating pussy!

One after another, it seemed like I was cumming every 30 seconds. Not likely, but I had no concept of time. I was losing my ability to stay upright, and when I started falling, Anthony guided me to my back and planted his face between my legs. I had never experienced so much pleasure in my life. If I let him, I believed he would've eaten me until I passed out!

"Anthony... Anthony! Enough... please!" He pulled his face away and looked at me like he was worried. A look that made me laugh. Was he really that clueless? I flexed my index finger, coaxing him to slide up my body until he was right beside me.

"Was it good... for you?" He asked with a straight face.