Forward
This one came from a single idea that sprung into my head. It's only meant to entertain, not solve the world's problems. If you are a ball buster, expecting literary brilliance... move on. Oh, and if there is another story out there much the same as this, I apologize in advance. I've read so many stories here & my memory is what it is, so if I'm stepping on somebody's toes... sorry, it is truly unintentional.
Please enjoy the read in the spirit of which it is offered -- free.
Special thanks to my help team, andinoz, Charlie, & Ted L who work to make my scribbling better, although the final edit is mine, so any mistakes belong to me.
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Logan and Mia Crawford had been together 27 years, married for 25 of them. He had married well, his wife was still a head turner at 47, even though she had given him two children, a boy, Billy, and a girl, Carla. Both kids were college graduates and on their own, having landed great paying jobs in their respective fields. Each offspring was involved in a serious relationship and he hoped that their choice of a spouse would be as good as his had been.
In his mind life couldn't be much better, having a wife that adored him and his own well-paying job as an attorney specializing in corporate tax law. The only fly in the ointment was his wife had been in an unusual funk for months and although he had asked her on several occasions what was getting her down, she had evaded answering him.
Another mitigating stress factor was that it was tax season, which for an advisor of his caliber lasted longer and was much more intense than average. His clients could save or lose boat loads of money, based on his advice.
Knowing the intense pressure her husband was in at that time of the year had swayed her to not contribute to Logan's stress, but her ability to delay had expired, that night she was going to bring up a touchy request.
Mia had always been a little bit gullible, especially where her best friend Zoey was concerned. Logan defined that woman as a slut, but Mia had known her all of her life and tended to defend her friend. Up until the yet to be described evening, it hadn't been too much of a problem.
Late to arrive home that evening, Logan was in a particularly bad mood, having had worked for weeks with a difficult client. That CFO who, just that day had revealed claimed expenditures that were not only not deductible, but possibly illegal. The fact that this executive was trying to protect himself from blowback by claiming, falsely, that Logan had previously given assurance that the expenses were kosher. His assertion that the blame was Logan's had him particularly pissed. Tensions were high.
Mia had been anxiously waiting for her husband to arrive home, because, after many months of coaxing, Zoey had finally convinced her to make a special request of her loving husband.
Susceptible to Zoey's influence, Mia was focused entirely on carrying out her friend's suggestion. Being so distracted, she didn't realize that night was not the best choice to make a request of such a nature. Instead, the previously laid out plan to schmooze her husband, followed by the appeal was launched.
Logan's favorite dinner had been prepared, and after serving her husband she had him retire to the family room and relax. Considering the day at the office, he was receptive to trying to decompress, and plan his response to the business mess his client had made.
While comfortably settled, she presented him with his favorite drink. He smiled with a satisfied expression, as the sports channels were surfed. On the TV he was looking for the score of his favorite team's latest game and their respective standing in the race to a championship. Even with the events of the day weighing heavily, his face showed contentment. The woman in the kitchen was the reason.
That expression was about to make a drastic change. His wife's slutty friend had been filling her mind with stories about how great a big cock feels and convinced her to ask Logan for permission to sample one.
She was a good wife, but had never been a goody two shoes that was shy about discussing sex with her husband, and Zoey. She'd even said the word "cock" sometimes, and giggle, though her saying "fuck" was rare. What had the potential for calamity was her mind worked in a disorganized manner, often not getting to the most important idea first.
Having finished her kitchen clean-up, Mia went to their bedroom to make herself look particularly enticing. She intended to propose something to her husband, and knowing that she sometimes lacked the ability to express her request without messing it all up, she reasoned that looking sexy might help.
The desired response was attained as when Mia entered the family room, Logan looked up at her, again smiling, and said, "God, I'm so lucky to be married to you."
"And I am just as lucky. Honey, there's something that I want to ask you... Can we talk?" she asked.
"Sure Baby, what's on your mind," he responded without an ounce of the terror that sometimes strikes a man's soul when hearing some form of those words.
"For months now, since the kids have gone out completely on their own, I've been feeling like my youth is all but gone," she began.
"Nonsense. Look at you tonight, when you came into the room, you took my breath away. My heart is beating twice as fast right now, just imagining what you might be up to, dressed like that."
"It is good to hear you say that, although I suppose that you might feel obligated to try and offset my female insecurities because you are my husband."
"Not at all. I'm telling the truth. But... you've had something on your mind for some time. I can tell that you are dancing around something that you want to say, so just spill it," he said, encouraging her to get to the point.
"I've been talking to Zoey about my fear of losing my desirability..."
He interrupted, "And what did the slut have to say?"
"Please don't call her that. I know she doesn't meet your idea of a proper woman, but she's my friend. You know all of your buddies aren't saints either."
"OK, you're right. Some of the guys are a bit crude. So, what bullshit did Zoey fill your head with?"
"Alright, here goes, but please don't interrupt until I get it all out, so there is no misunderstanding... OK?" she asked.
"I'll try to do my best, and hold off until you're done. Go ahead."
"Well, Zoey says the same thing as you; that feeling that my youth is flitting away is just a false condition brought on by my own self-doubt. She said that I still turn men's heads even if I don't notice."