This was another odd little idea I had. Another "What if?" story premise. It's not a stroke story but there is some sex. It's not really a great fit for LW but it's not really romance or erotic couplings either so I put it here.
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The seventh annual end-of-summer neighborhood bbq was going well. It was our year to host and we had gone all out. The host family was different every year and everyone tried to outdo each other when their turn to host came up. My wife had planned every detail and had given me specific instructions to follow to prepare for the event. She is like that, a meticulous planner who has no trouble assigning the hard work to me. I don't mind though, pleasing my demanding wife gives me joy. I love her assertiveness and confidence. She is a take charge kind of woman and I am a guy who is happy to let her make the decisions. We are a perfect match.
As I stood on the deck I surveyed the crowd. There were about thirty people from the neighborhood in my back yard and deck area. Bill and Judy Wilson from two doors down were arguing, as usual. Sally Washington had gone home but her husband Bob was still going strong on his tenth beer. Julio and Amanda Rodriguez were making out beside the shed. The alcohol was flowing and all of our neighbors were having a great time. I was on the deck working the margarita machine and drinking one of the many beers I had consumed when I saw my wife Julie coming around the corner of the house heading for the patio doors to go inside. Feeling drunk and uncharacteristically bold I grabbed her as she rushed by me and planted a big kiss on her.
My heart stopped. I staggered away from her in horror, leaned over the rail of the deck and vomited. Not knowing what was going on I heard a few people laugh and Bob yelled,
"Easy there John. Time to cut back a bit."
My wife reached for me.
"Get the Fuck away from me!" I screamed at her.
"You don't understand." She cried. "I can explain."
"You can explain cum on your breath?" I screamed at her. "I trusted you!"
She collapsed at my feet and I turned around and put my fist through a plate glass window. Between the shattering window and the gasps of the people who had been close enough to hear what I had said, I had all eyes on me. My sister-in-law Lisa came around the corner, took one look at Julie on her hands and knees, saw the blood on my hand and screamed,
"How dare you hit her. It was just a joke you Bastard."
She rushed to her sister's side as I turned and walked into the house, away from them.
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I've always been a bit of a shy guy. I am somewhat meek and mild and I've never been very assertive. I didn't know my father very well and he had very little influence on me growing up so my mother was the one who raised me. She hated all men but especially my father. I guess I reminded her of him and this resulted in a very difficult upbringing. She was very emotionally abusive and never let an opportunity pass by to remind me of how worthless I was.
To say I had self-esteem problems was an understatement. High school was especially torturous. Living with my mother's abuse made me very reluctant to even try to date. Girls intimidated me. It wasn't until I went to college that I got the nerve to approach women at all. I was 20 years old before I lost my virginity.
I have always been attracted to strong forceful women. The type of woman who will tell you exactly what's on her mind and will dominate your life if you allow it. And all too often I did allow it. In some ways that was good. I was eager to please. It made me a very considerate lover; a very good lover. I wasn't the best at being an alpha male who took what he wanted from a woman like some kind of animal. I was however, good at delivering orgasms with my fingers my tongue or my dick. I learned how to read a woman's body and her reactions. I learned how to give her what she wanted and what she needed. A love making session with me would usually result in multiple orgasms for my partner for every one that I got myself.
Unfortunately, a lot of the times a strong independent woman, the type of woman I liked, was also the type of woman who thought that if a man wasn't aggressive, it was ok to treat him like crap . I suppose most of the women I dated in my early years never really respected me. They all cheated on me at one time or another. Sometimes I found out and split up with them, sometimes I found out long after the relationship ended. It was a low point for me.
Meek and mild women just didn't do it for me. I like dominant women. They get me going in a way that nothing else does. Being away from my mother's influence did wonders for my confidence. I made friends easily and for the first time in my life I was popular but it never seemed to help my love life. I figured I would always be miserable if I dated the type of woman that I wanted. Women say they want a nice guy but nice guys finish last.
Then she came into my life. It hit me out of the blue. I was completely and totally head over heels in love with her within hours of meeting her. I was at an engagement party for my friend Tim and talking to his fiancé Sally when I saw her across the room. She was a tall, stunning brunette who was surrounded by a group of hopeful looking guys.
"Who is that?" I asked Sally.
"Julie Bowman," she replied. "But don't get your hopes up. She only dates athletes."
"I gave up on women," I laughed. "Remember?"
"You'll find the right girl someday."
Sally left me alone to mingle with some other guests and I had a pretty good time chatting with various people but my gaze kept returning to Julie. Something about her seemed to captivate me. I didn't think she noticed but as I was mixing myself a drink she walked up and said,
"Are you gonna get up the nerve to talk to me or are you just gonna stare at me all night?"
"Probably just stare at you," I replied nervously. "Sorry if I was being creepy."
"Not creepy," she said. "How about aloof and mysterious?"
"How about nervous and intimidated?" was my reply.
She laughed and from then on she was with me, despite the attempts by her fan club to win back her attention. We talked till the party ended and I gave her a ride home. As I walked her up to her apartment door she turned and kissed me. I felt like my whole body was on fire. After an eternity of bliss she handed me her card and said
"Call me soon."
Heading home I was on cloud nine but that night, in my bed, my insecurities came rushing back. Why in the world would a Goddess be interested in me? It must have been a mistake. Even if she was interested in me it wouldn't last. She would find someone better and break my heart. The intensity of my feelings for her scared me badly. I didn't call her.
Somehow though, she kept turning up at places I happened to be. As soon as I would see her I would beat a hasty retreat. Finally after a week or two of trying to avoid her she confronted me about it. I was at a bar with some friends having a good time when she walked in. I got up and started to make my way to a darker area of the bar so that she wouldn't see me and I could make my escape but my plan failed horribly. When she walked in, she scanned the room and spotted me almost at once. She walked straight up to me in front of my friends and said,
