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."
He nodded at that, maintaining his promise to not interrupt. However, contained in his expression, there was a mix of acknowledgement that men often gave her that appraising glance, and distress when it occurred. Simultaneously, he was both proud of her, and if needed, on guard to protect what was his. An intense response had never been needed due to any action by her, but when they were younger, it was necessary to "inform" a couple of guys where the boundaries were.
"What Zoey suggested, might hurt your feelings a little bit, but I'm sure that we could make some accommodation so you would feel as though you got a fair deal," she continued, trying to frame her request in the best possible light.
Keeping his word to let her get it all out was becoming increasingly difficult. Her last two statements had unnerved him. He had always been good at anticipating what a person was leading up to and the direction his wife was headed was beginning to peg his blood pressure. The situation at work, coupled with his lovely wife about to ask of him something that Zoey had suggested had Logan's stress factor about to peak. It took all of his self-control to hold back, as her ask was obviously something that he was not going to like, but he swallowed hard and allowed her to continue.
"Zoey also said that she had gone through a similar thing a couple of years ago, but had recovered. She had gone out with a guy, and I know that you think less of her for having sex on a first date, but he had a really big cock and she swears that after being pounded by such a monster, all of her perceived inadequacies disappeared."
Again, Logan wanted to break his promise of not interrupting, as he feared where the conversation was headed and what his loving wife was about to request of him. However, for the moment, he was unable to respond.
As Mia was looking down at her shoes at that point, not realizing the distress her husband was in, continued, "So, I would like to try it... a big cock and see if Zoey's fix would work for me."
Badly needing to respond, Logan summoned all of his strength in order to answer his wife, "You want me to give you the OK to fuck some guy's big cock? That fucking slut told..." he said with strained difficulty as his reply was cut off as he grabbed at his chest.
Still looking down, she quickly replied, "No. No honey, that's not what I meant," desperate to clarify her request, but her husband was not listening.
Logan had collapsed onto the floor, and wasn't moving; Mia wasn't sure if he was even breathing. Immediately she realized that her husband was likely suffering a heart attack and called 9-1-1.
The emergency response operator had her put her phone on speaker and began talking her through applying CPR to help increase Logan's chance of survival until the paramedics arrived.
********* some time later ********
Logan awoke in a hospital room, attached to various tubes and wires, all connected to machines that were beeping indicating that he had not departed the world of the living.
Mia was at his side holding his hand as he started to become cognizant.
"Logan, Baby, you're in the hospital, you've had a heart attack and they had to do emergency surgery. A quadruple by-pass was done and Doctor Kim says everything looks good. Oh my God Baby, I was so scared, I thought that I lost you."
Having reached a level of consciousness enough to remember the prior events that had occurred at their home, he began thrashing around in the bed, and attempted to yell, but a very unrecognizable sound came out, which he had intended to be, "Get out! Get her out of here!"
The outburst was difficult to hear or understand because of the condition that his throat was in, plus the breathing tube had not yet been removed. The movement had caused several wires to come off and many alarms rang, signaling the nurses.