"Honey, are you almost ready?", Julie called to her husband, whom she thought was being especially moody tonight.
Sam heard, thought that his wife was being particularly bitchy tonight, and replied, "Yeesss dear, I've been ready for a half hour while you've been plastering yourself with make-up..." Sam's eyebrow raised, expecting an angry response his wife, but there was nothing, so he continued, "...and trying on every inappropriately revealing dress you have."
No sooner had he said that had Julie practically stomped into the living room, crossed her arms across her chest, stuck out her hips to the side, and sternly inquired, "Inappropriate? Revealing? First of all, you have no right to tell me what I can and can't wear. Second of all, what the heck is wrong with this? Third of all, I'm barely using any make-up, asshole."
"She was right." Sam thought to himself in reply to his wife's third point.
"First of all, honey, this is a parent-teacher meeting about our son's recent bad behavior." Sam responded, but then took a moment to look his wife up and down, and reflect on the woman in front of him. He saw his high school sweetheart, barely looking a day over 25 years old. Sharp emerald colored eyes on a flawless face. Cute, chubby cheeks that formed into childish dimples that contrasted her intensely seductive smile. Her silky dark brunette hair, with the slightest hint of chestnut, tied up into a nonchalant ponytail. A petite woman with petite breasts, entrancing nipples, a plump ass, and beautifully smooth, tanned legs. Her legs were what attracted Sam, and every other boy at Jefferson Junior High, to Julie all those years ago, and they hadn't seemed to have aged a bit. His eyes moved down her well-toned stomach, to her peach shaped butt, perky and round. He thought about the dimples on her lower back, her full kissable lips, her elegant neck and chest and other small details about her. He could've gone on for hours. There was no doubt about it, she was still in incredible shape after giving birth to Caleb, and putting in 12 hard years of motherhood, while I was now..."
Just then his wife snapped him out of his trance by probing, "Well? Is there a second of all?"
While he was searching for his words, she had been staring past her husband. Staring at a spot just beyond, and wondered where things had gone wrong. She knew that Sam still loved her, but there was no spark. They were passive-aggressively fighting nearly all the time, and it was wearing on them both. It had been at least 3 years since Sam had given her an orgasm. She knew he felt bad about it, but the fact was that she was starting to feel a desperate feeling inside of her. She needed to be fulfilled. Passionless, scheduled sex once or twice a month just wasn't cutting it anymore. She still found Sam attractive, and always had, but he was beginning to let himself go. He was currently wearing an un-tucked, faded blue polo shirt with some poorly pressed dockers. It looked like he hadn't shaven in 5 or 6 days which took him way past five o clock shadow, into poorly kept beard territory. His hair was disappearing from the crown of his head, leaving thick remnants on the sides and wrapping around the back of his head. Then there was his face. Increasingly sad, defeated, bitter, flat. It wasn't that Sam now had the typical "dad bod". His body was fine at about 5'10" with some extra pounds. And his penis size was more than adequate at 6.5" or so. It was his general inability to take satisfaction in anything, and thus, give her the satisfaction she needed and desired.
Sam finally responded, "Second of all, that dress is far too short for almost every occassion. It barely covers your ass." He knew that last part wasn't exactly true. The airy white sundress, with red and yellow floral pattern, while loose and flowing, still managed to appear tight around his wife, and rested just about halfway up her beautifully toned thighs.
"Maybe I want to show my ass, maybe someone will actually want to see it for once." she quipped back quickly, and just then they both realized that Caleb had been standing at the doorway leading from the kitchen to the living room with a downtrodden expression on his face. There was no telling what all of this arguing was doing to him mentally, thought Julie, but it was Sam who spoke first, "Hey kiddo, we're just about to get going to meet your teacher, and we're really excited." He tried his best to sound enthusiastic, but knew that Caleb was old enough to realize when someone was not being sincere.
"Tell Mr. Papa I said "Hi."", was all that he said, and turned and walked back to his room to play some more video games.
Julie called to him, "Don't forget to get yourself ready for bed, we'll be back in a little while!" The last part was interrupted by Caleb closing the door behind him.
With that Julie grabbed her shawl, Sam grabbed his keys, and they were off.
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It was a quiet ride to the school with anxiety and tension palpable in the air around them. They were both nervous that Caleb's recent bad behavior was worse than they originally thought, and that they would be blamed, and shamed for it. As they pulled into the parking lot they noticed that there were only two cars there. "Are we sure it's the right day?", Sam asked. Julie sighed, and responded, "Yes, dear." utterly bored by such a dumb question.
As they entered the school where they first fell in love, they overheard a couple on their way out as the wife chided the husband, "Damn, how cute was he? I wish Justin would get in some more trouble!" They both chuckled, and nodded at Sam and Julie as they passed. That comment made their stomaches churn a bit. Sam was already feeling jealous and inadequate without having even seen "Mr. Papa". Julie was intrigued. "Maybe I could use this guy in some of my fantasies after Sam fails to give me an orgasm", she thought.