This is my second story, and a revised version of the initial story which received positive feedback and topics for improvement. Most are addressed, thanks for that! Still learning :D.
This story is a work of fantasy, and all participants are fictional and adults. In real life, please respect the people around you and ensure mutual consent at all times.
I hope that the story appeals. I chose for a slower build-up and a bit more character building this time.
Positive and constructive feedback is still very welcome, thank you!
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LEA'S PHOTOSHOOT
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I am Lea, a petite five feet two, 29 year old woman, happily married to Dave, my husband. We had married early, when I was 20. Our 10 year anniversary is approaching in a few weeks, childless.
Despite us trying, we could not get pregnant. We had ourselves checked, and it turned out that Dave was shooting blanks.
Dave had tried the blue pills, but to no avail - apparently you have to be aroused for the pills to work. Adoption was out of the question for Dave. In the end we settled for the fact that we would not be parents.
Although it had left a dent in his confidence, in the past few years he regained himself and it did not seem to affect him so much anymore. The really serious talks about the topic had stopped. Most of the time. There still were some down-times occasionally.
For some time we did not talk about the subject, but I had a feeling we would talk about this again soon, since for the last 19 months or so... well... he was getting more and more depressed. That would always get me a bit down as well. I just did not know how to explain to him once and for all it is not a problem for me and I love him for himself, not for his swimmers.
I have a perfect figure with perky boobs that unfortunately turns many heads, from both men and women. I was not too happy with all this attention so I dress quite conservatively usually, although, judging from the comments I get regularly, this is not helping enough to hide my figure.
Any fashion magazine's clothing on the gorgeous models was something I could readily dress in, as if tailored for me. Sometimes I indulge and get something like that and enjoy the compliments I get from Dave. I rarely go out dressed in this gorgeous and sometimes shape-revealing wear.
Tonight was one of those occasions that I did. We were headed for a family get-together like we did at least once a year. Almost everyone would be there. I was looking forward to seeing aunt Annie, in whom I had confided and discussed our predicament.
She had been very supportive and helped me support Dave in a way that let him keep his honor, his trust and confidence and I tend to think that our talks have saved our marriage. I am very fond of her compassion and we have a very good relationship.
I had chosen a particularly revealing dress, which I would never wear in front of strangers. Hugging my shape, it showed much of my legs. It was one of these tight fitting stretch fabric dresses. I could tell Dave approved by the way he looked at me.
"You're teasing me," he said. "It's a pity we have to go see your family today."
"Why's that?" I coyly asked, fully aware what would come next.
"How am I supposed to keep my hands off of you when you're dressed like that".
I walked up to him, hugged him tightly and our lips met for a sensual wet kiss. It had lasted for almost a minute and I could clearly feel something stirring on my belly.
"Mmmmmm...," I said reluctantly breaking free. "Let's not get carried away. We're already late as it is."
True, we should have left half an hour ago. We both finished getting ready and went out to hit the road.
When we reached the farm of my grandparents, we realized we were the last ones to arrive.
"Shortest distance to drive, longest time to get here!" a female voice said.
I turned my head to be greeted by the smile of aunt Annie. I ran over and hugged her. We had not seen each other in over 6 months. We kept hugging at least a minute, long enough for her to realize that I was in need of a good talk with her in private.
She looked me in the eyes. "I feel a good heart-to-heart talk coming," she said with a loving smile.
Don't get me wrong. I have parents, and we have a very good relationship. But certain things I only discussed with aunt Annie.
We said hello to everyone with the customary hugs and kisses, dropped onto a chair and it was a wonderful afternoon. We talked and talked. Everyone was helping out getting food and drinks served, relieving our grandparents of any work. Yes it was their house, but they worked enough. Now it was our turn. I always looked forward to these family events. We were a nice tight bunch. Lots of laughter.
Towards the end of the day, when most people had already left, it was down to us, aunt Annie, who had her husband pass away a few years ago, my grandparents and my 20 year old niece Eline, who would drive home with aunt Annie.
Annie and I were taking care of the remainder of the dishes, as Dave was putting the last of the spare chairs to the attic.
"Don't you think we're overdue a talk?" Annie asked.
Her people skills were amazing. She always knew when I needed one.
We finished up and got a glass of wine.
"Lea and I are having a private talk upstairs," she informed everyone.
I looked at Dave and he nodded. He was OK with it. He knows I need this from time to time.
I needed not be worried about him being bored, because he and Eline always had a good relationship and they were very fond of each other. Sometimes I wondered whether he would fancy the youngster more than myself, but over time it had become clear that she saw him as her big brother, and he as his little sister.
I'm sure they could pass the time easily while I talked with aunt Annie.
Annie and I walked upstairs and went into the spare room. There was a couch there on which we could sit comfortably.
"So... tell me sweetie... what's on your mind?" she said.
I told her that Dave was in one of his more depressed periods again and we were close to an outburst, or so I thought. How I knew this because of the way he acted. How I knew because he could not keep his erection most of the time.
He had no trouble getting hard. But once 'busy', a point in time would come when he would remember his predicament and then it was game over. His cock would shrink and... well... the show would be over.
"Dave called me a few weeks ago." she said. "He came over to my house and we had a long talk. Same as you and I always do."
I was surprised. Dave, talking with aunt Annie? A slight jolt of jealousy came over me but I quickly dismissed it. He has as much right to talking with my aunt as I did.
"Oh..." I said, wondering why he would not talk to me instead.
"Some things need to be discussed with someone else," Annie said. "And this was one of those things".
This got me curious. What on earth could be discussed with aunt Annie but not with me?
She explained to me that Dave was bothered indeed. He had confided in aunt Annie because he knew she was exceptionally gifted as a listener, and that she could be discrete.
He told her that he was depressed. Yes, because of his swimmers, but lately even more because he could not seem to satisfy me. In bed that is. It was weighing heavily on him and made him sad even more than he already was.
He told her about how things went along in bed, or rather the lack thereof. He told her he could sometimes see it in my eyes. He told her he could sometimes hear me finish the job myself in the bathroom thinking he did not notice.
He told her he found a toy in my nightstand when cleaning it. It was not there 3 months ago, so I must have purchased it not too long ago.
He also told her that he could hear me cry silently sometimes, afterwards, when he could not finish the job.
I would wipe my tears and tried not to come near him afterwards in order for my face to return to normal, to no avail it seems.
Shit. He knew... I had tried hiding this from him, trying to spare his feelings. Trying to make him not feel the way he did. I failed.
Now I felt bad. Really bad. For him.
His depression and the bedroom situation was what I was going to discuss with aunt Annie, but it seems that Dave 'beat me to it' so to speak. No it was not a game that I wanted to win. I just did not expect Dave to reach out to someone other than me.
Part of me felt guilty that he could not talk to me about this. The other part in me was kind of happy, that finally he was talking again... after so long. Even to someone else. I could not think of a more suitable person than aunt Annie.
We must have been talking for more than two hours. Gramps came upstairs two times to refill our wine, ensuring us that Dave was having a good time and that we not need to worry. He left the bottle after the second time.
After the second refill, aunt Annie suddenly asked me a question I did not expect.
"So in all this... have you every thought about getting yours elsewhere?"
I was shocked by the question. "Why would you ask such a thing?"
"I love Dave," I said. "I would never do anything to hurt him."
"That's not what I asked."
I sat there in silence for a minute.
When I was about to speak, she said, "Your silence is telling me what I need to know."
True, the thought of getting properly laid had definitely crossed my mind once or twice. But I was not intending to follow through, and definitely too ashamed to speak about it.
"Dave told me that occasionally he thought of getting you help," she said.
"Help?" I said, slowly realizing what she was saying.
My eyes widened. Wait... Did he really suggest... that I...?
"He told me that in part, his depressed feelings were because he could not be a husband for you all the way. And that maybe, just maybe, he would feel better if someone else would take care of your needs from time to time."
I was flabbergasted. Why would he say such things? Why would he even consider... whoring... me out?
The situation was giving me mixed feelings. I was happy that he cared for me so much. At the same time I was offended by the thought he would actually let me... be... with someone else. I was also ashamedabouthe was saying. My emotions were all over the place.
"I see that you need some time to process this," aunt Annie said, "But it is something you two should definitely talk about."
She suggested that we discussed this sooner rather than later, knowing the both of us a bit she knew there could be a falling out otherwise.
We talked some more about lighter stuff before we decided that we should go back to the others.
When we were about to leave for home, aunt Annie searched her purse and pulled out an envelope.
"Listen," she said. "I have been thinking about what you and Dave are going through. Sometimes we have to step outside our comfort zone, to help us discover each other in a new way.
It's not about replacing what you have. It is about reigniting what's already there.
