The way you notice things can be strange. Against a familiar background you might not see an elephant. But look at an unfamiliar background! Things that are commonplace jump out.
That Monday started great. My best client gave my firm a new project. To thank them and as a kick-off, I took the high mucky-mucks out to lunch at a very nice restaurant. The restaurant was in a different part of the city than their offices. We had some cocktails and an enjoyable conversation that took us well past one o'clock.
I was signing the credit card slip. A movement caught my eye. I looked up and saw the side of my wife's face go by and then turn away towards the restrooms. I still saw her auburn hair for an instant but then she was gone. Why was she here? She hadn't mentioned a special lunch and this is not a place she would go with her friends for a casual meal.
When I got home that night, I couldn't wait to tell her about the project. "Honey, Genuine gave us the go-ahead for the tracking project! We start in two weeks. I'll probably be working late for the first four to six weeks to get everything up to speed, but it's going to be really profitable." Why had I said that? We had started today with some people already in place and the schedule was very reasonable.
We talked about the project as she served our dinner. "How was your day," I finally asked.
"Oh, Mr. Nasty called and I had to go down there to run some reports. He wouldn't even let me go to lunch before I ran them. It was after one o'clock before I got to eat." My wife considers her primary job to be babysitting our first grandchild, a two-year old, on the days that our daughter-in-law works part time. After that she has a part time bookkeeping business herself with several small firms as clients. Mr. Nasty was her nickname for a particularly disagreeable client who paid top dollar for about six hours per month.
I tried not to show my relief. The restaurant where I had eaten was very convenient to Mr. Nasty's office. "So what did you have for lunch when you finally got it?"
"Just my usual salad in the food court," my wife replied.
Maybe I hadn't seen her in the restaurant. It was just a quick view. Forget it. Enjoy her company.
The next morning I dragged myself out of bed at 5:30 to hit the gym. Three years ago one of the managers at a client dropped dead of a heart attack. He was about five years older than me and smoked like a stove, but the event caused a reassessment of my lifestyle. I joined a gym and began to work out three or four days a week. I dropped 40 pounds getting back to within five pounds of when we were married. With the weight training that I was doing, my waist was actually an inch smaller than back then. I tried to be quiet as Ann grabbed her last 90 minutes of sleep.
As I passed through the kitchen going to the garage, I noticed my wife's planner open on the table. She has always kept meticulous, even obsessive, records, but her business as bookkeeper to multiple firms has made her more compulsive than ever about recording every hour billed and mile driven. I turned the page back to the previous day. There it was, Mr. Nasty, but from 10AM to noon. A second entry showed only a single letter at one o'clock, L. Something was out of kilter. I turned the planner back to where it had been opened and went to the gym.
What was going on? I remembered yesterday's sighting as I put down 45 minutes on the treadmill. Ann hadn't been wearing her normal business attire. She normally wore pants suits or sometimes a dress suit. Yesterday, the person I had noticed was wearing a figure-flattering dress that was upscale for the kind of clients that Ann saw. I couldn't make sense of Ann's planner entries and everything else. I put it aside as an aberration. Why stir up things that I had probably misunderstood.
That night when I got home, Ann had fixed a nice meal. With the kids gone, most of our cooking was casseroles that would last the two of us for several meals. If we wanted something special, we would go out. Tonight she had cooked salmon with a special glaze and broccoli with a hollandaise sauce. After dinner she made us sundaes with hot fudge, caramel and nuts.
A little while later I heard the bath running. Sex on the weekends was a given, but an early bath on a weeknight was our signal for unscheduled sex. Normally I was the one making the signal. Shortly Ann came out dressed in a one of her "ready to get laid" nightgowns.
"What's the occasion?"
"Well, my hubby got a big contract yesterday and I wanted to reward him."
"Pavlovian training?"
"Definitely!"
When I got out of the shower, she was in bed reading. I pulled on my pajamas and crawled in beside her. I began kissing the side of her neck. Often she would ask me to wait until she had finished the current page she was on. Tonight she closed the book, turned off her light and rolled toward me.
She had lighted some candles in the bedroom. Even after the harsh lights were out, I could see the desire in her brown eyes. We melted together in a kiss. I could feel her breasts push into me. At fifty-two after almost thirty-one years of marriage she had only gained fifteen pounds since our wedding day. Since she had been skinny when we met, those pounds had only added sensuousness to her figure that made her even more desirable now than when she was younger.
I ran my hands slowly down her back. I loved to feel her soft skin underneath the nylon. We continued just necking for five or ten minutes but I became impatient to touch the treasures that were hidden. I scooped up the hem of her gown with one hand while kissing down her neck. I lightly caressed the outside of her breasts and then moved to brush my lips over one nipple.
"Oh, you tease me so good," she breathed into my ear.
I moved to the other nipple and flicked it with my tongue. Then I slowly licked and kissed my way back to the first nipple. I made this circuit several times then I veered lower. Licking, kissing and gentle bites tracked down to the hair covering her pussy. I blew some hot puffs of air between her legs but I didn't remain there. I continued down her thigh to her knee.
Ann is on the tall side for a woman. To me, her slender legs were the best part of a 5-foot, 7-inch body. Shifting between her legs, I began licking back up her other thigh. As I moved higher she gradually spread her legs opening herself to my tongue. I licked and sucked gently on the outside of her lips until I could no longer stand it. I plunged my tongue into her hot, wet center and then upwards to circle her clit.
When I moved back down, Ann let a small cry of disappointment out. I reversed direction and again circled her clit. Her sweetness was intoxicating to me and I knew that I couldn't leave that nub again. I began to slowly flick it. Ann started to pump her hips in time to my licks. I inserted two fingers inside her as I increased the speed of my tongue. Soon, I felt a few small contractions around my fingers. Then the pulses increased and Ann thrust her pussy up into my face and held it there while using one hand to pull me into her.
