Chapter 5
Please Ogle my Normal Wife
Tina threw herself into becoming normal. Every week for months I would get a written report of some sort. At first it was selected paragraphs from journaling she timidly shared. Then it was photo copied pages from healing work books she had completed. Then she placed a schedule on my desk outlining that once a month we were to get away from the kids from Saturday morning until Sunday night.
Also, we were supposed to ditch the kids one night each week for 4 hours. During these breaks we were forbidden from watching a movie or TV, not allowed to consume more than 2 drinks each, had to stay in the same room except for toileting and had to progressively work towards expanding her level of comfort with nudity and physical touching. Oh, and no sex during those "encounters."
I was game to try it and was surprised at my own discomfort at first. It took almost 6 months but Tina finally had learned to trust me enough to relax and allow herself to become sexually aroused, be vulnerable and finally, to have an orgasm.
It seems that first orgasm was quite the breakthrough for her because once she knew she could respond and liked it a lot, she became incredibly responsive and our "encounter" times became "Let's see how many orgasms Tina can get this time." times. She had a lot of missed orgasms and needed some catching up. I really didn't mind at all.
She still had some hang ups, she still had moments of fear and there were still times I would say or do something that would trigger her rage, but she was making progress. She began to blossom over the next few years, taking on challenges just to see if she could do it. Then she began mentoring other women.
Tina's compassion combined with the strength of will she developed in order to become what she wanted to become; a normal woman, made her anything but. She exuded inner strength in her posture, in her tone of voice, in her calm approach to tense situations and in the open and honest way she dealt with people. "Normal" would never be a word used to describe her, ever.
Recently, she spent a day and a half mostly naked, frequently tied up and at my mercy. Since then she has continued to come through these new experiences, standing taller as a result. I forced her to trust me, I gave her no choice. As a result she began to recognize that some fear was stimulating.
Tina not only didn't panic giving a blow job she began to enjoy it with gusto and enthusiasm. That was her proof that she was no longer a traumatized victim. I'd tease and say, "I don't know hon, you look a little afraid right now, I think you should give me a blow job." Usually I'd get a slap on my shoulder and kiss on my forehead, but there was a time when she called my bluff and hauled me to the bedroom.
Although Tina had been productive and prodigious reaching her goal to be a normal woman, I had a new reason to push her sexual confidence. She would find out soon enough, but I wasn't going to waste another moment.
"You look beautiful!" Tina shyly entered the kitchen where I had been ruminating while waiting for her to screw up her courage. Her light blue satin skirt clearly showed the bulges of her garter belt. She was a rare woman who naturally had gorgeous long legs and when they were perched on high heels there wasn't a set of legs in this hemisphere that looked better. "Turn around and show me the rest." I had to rearrange the crotch of my trousers as that fabulous ass danced into view.
Smooth clean lines indeed, those garter belt bulges only served to heighten the awareness of her perfectly soft ass. A few dimples in each cheek looked good. The off white blouse was sleeveless with a rather high neck; my compromise to her modesty. I started to sweat as I noticed she was chilly. "Oh dear, did I leave the window open too long for this March evening?"
She glanced down at her chest then put her hands on her hips. "Very funny you horn dog."
I patted my lap for her and she seemed relieved to put her arms around my neck as she perched her bottom demurely on my knees, avoiding my growing arousal.
"How can I not be a horny dog with you as my wife?" It came out before I could stop it, the very thoughts that had circulated in her head, recriminating, self blaming, damaging.
The words meant to seduce an innocent child, the words meant to place blame on the victim. 'you are so special to me, you are so sexy, you look so pretty just for me, don't you?'
The words uttered by an angry mother blaming her daughter too young to understand. 'You shouldn't have gone there, you shouldn't have worn that, you shouldn't have trusted him, why didn't you tell me...'
I watched but the light didn't fade from her eyes, she didn't tense up and she kept that sassy smirk on her face. I was reverting to the savior role as I attempted to take the blame for a possible response that luckily didn't come. Now I was the one connecting unrelated events and coming up with... oh hell no!
"If my mode of costume prompts a particular, um, thought," She rang her index finger from the waist band of my slacks, down my awakening cock and back up again. "well that would be a burden you would have to bear wouldn't it?"
Then she leaned into my neck and very lightly kissed my lips. She looked at me with mischief in her eyes before stealing my drink from the table and she rose from my lap.
"Don't even think about getting any relief for your, ah, stiffness. You're making me wear this out in public and you will suffer every bit as much as me!"
She downed my drink, grabbed her coat and purse then headed for the door.
As I opened the door for her I took the opportunity to fondle her ass, paying particular attention to the offending garter belt bulges. Then I kissed her as I pulled the elastic out and let it snap back into place.
"Mind your manners princess; I'll have no tantrums tonight." That ought to have reminded her who was in charge, raging boner or not.
The bistro we went to was named Bistro. Not very clever of the owners but the food was excellent and the bar area was usually filled with people waiting for a table. It was typical for Tina and me to go at least twice a month. On weekends we nearly always ran into other couples we knew.
This weekend was no exception as I immediately spotted Frank Hutchinson, a guy I had been playing golf with for years. I didn't recognize the woman he was with but knew she wasn't his wife, Bev. Frank was being very cozy with this woman and I had to wonder at his lack of sense being so obvious in a place where he knew he would run into people he knew?
I was momentarily stumped on how to approach Frank while with Tina. If it had been just me, I wouldn't do anything differently. But Tina and Bev were friends and I doubted Tina would overlook this. I braced to redirect hostilities but Tina apparently didn't see Frank as she made a bee line for the only open table. I guessed she was rather eager not to have to stand at the bar all night.
The table was, fortuitous for me, right smack in the middle of the lounge area. To the left was the long semicircle of the bar, behind which two bartenders worked feverishly making drinks and serving up appetizers.
On the right was a wall completely covered in the oddest assortment of junk you could imagine, and all of it was painted red, or white and or blue. A child's bicycle, bowling pins, cane back chair, computer monitor, a blender, a fishing pole and more junk all painted red white and blue. It was a décor, Tina and I agreed, made up for the lack of imagination on the name of the place. All the times we've been to the Bistro and yet we've never been able to come up with a theme for the junk, nor any pattern in what part of each piece was painted what color.
"Things you interact with." Tina stated, staring at the junk on the wall as she dropped her purse on the table.
"Too broad and you don't really interact with a chair, sitting on it isn't interacting with it." I looked around and took note of who was present this evening. I had to be sure no one would cross the line and was pleased to see that the placed was filled almost exclusively with couples. Men with women didn't fondle, grope or make lewd suggestive comments to other women, as a rule.
"Your patriotic duty to buy! Buy! Buy!" Frank's voice boomed over to our table.
"How about; American assumption of infinite resource?" Tina threw back with a laugh as she changed courses at hearing Frank's voice. She was on her way to the bar where he sat. I didn't think she had noticed the woman he was sitting with, nor her hand resting on Frank's thigh. She reached out and hugged him loosely as she asked, "Frank, how are you? Where are you living now?" Her coat was still on, only one button undone.
"I'm at home, Bev moved out. It's working out, it'll be fine. Tina, this is Sharon Gibson, Sharon this is Tina Wright." Frank looked completely comfortable so I guessed everything was on the up and up. "Jack! Good to see you, I'd like to introduce you to my lovely date Sharon here but she has very high standards."
Tina and I stood at the bar chatting with Frank and Sharon convivially. The waitress for our table asked for our orders and Tina turned around to talk to the waitress. Franks eyes followed her movement, making that automatic glance down and back up most men do without even thinking.
As Sharon engaged in a little side conversation correcting Frank's impression of her job, I cozied up to Tina and helped her remove her coat in the middle of the bar. She turned her head and glanced at me with worry in her eye. I cocked my head to the side, raised the corner of my mouth along with my right eyebrow and held her gaze firmly.
"You look incredible and I'm proud to be with you tonight." I whispered in her ear as I took her coat and walked it back to her chair. She kept her back to Frank waiting for me to be by her side before she turned around. I hadn't noticed it was chilly in this place, but Tina's nipples had.
Now Frank had a clear, unobstructed view of Tina's light blue satin skirt with the offending tell tale bulges of her garter belt. To put it bluntly, Frank looked like he was choking on something; his face turned red and his eyes became intensely focused on her ass.
I hadn't counted on how hard it would be for me to act as if I hadn't noticed the attention my wife was getting, while I was actually taking in every single glance and stare directed her way.
