This is a shoutout to the folks who say that I can't write a classic "loving wives" story. It also lets me reintroduce some characters from another one of my stories. They were characters who I especially liked and didn't want to lose touch with. Also, you might guess the place where my fictional hero works. So I want to state categorically that, "Even though you might think that - I couldn't possibly comment." Enjoy...
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CHAPTER ONE: DESCENT
Nobody gets rich in academe. But I work a six hour week. And I take home a six figure salary. Plus, DC is a target rich environment for consulting on the side. So I am not complaining.
Janet, my wife of 12 years, works for the University too. She started as an Administrative Assistant. But the girl was way too talented for the minor leagues. So she is the Director of Development now.
For those of you who don't speak "academic" Development is what we eggheads call "begging." In effect, Janet asks the alumni for money. And she can charm the birds down out of the trees.
Who wouldn't want to hand a big check to Janet? At age 37 she is still perfectly gorgeous. Her dark features and curvy figure fit her Italian heritage. She is also a very smart woman, well-read and cultured and wickedly funny. In fact her sense of humor is the thing people remember the most about her.
But in the world of fund raising the money maker is her chest.
She has told me that her superb tits are a pain in the ass, mainly because they require extra care and feeding. But she will also freely admit that they open a lot of doors for her.
For instance, I remember an evening when the two of us were out with a prospect. The guy was in his sixties and filthy rich. The woman he was with was still the starter wife, close to his age and frumpy.
The prospective donor was ogling Janet like she was that proverbial puppy in the window. That was not a rare state of affairs. The whole point of having somebody like Janet doing the asking is that she is stunningly attractive.
As the evening got drunker Janet's mark got handsier. The guy couldn't take his eyes off of the half foot of cleavage showing in her little black dress. While he talked, the guy had his hand moving up and down on her arm, right next to her massive left tit.
His wife who had arrived looking bored, now looked disgusted. At the same time, Janet was ignoring where his hand was and hanging on his every word.
I was sitting across from her. All of the time the guy was copping his pseudo feel a stocking clad foot was making its way up and down my leg. And my wife was cutting me looks that were both surreptitiously amused and shameless enough to melt my fillings. She was clearly saying, "Can you believe this guy?" That was my Janet. Working and playing at the same time.
She left with a big check. I got my reward when we got home.
I didn't marry Janet until the end of my 20s. And I had a lot of female bed-partners before then. But I have never met a woman as totally abandoned in the bedroom as she is.
I know that most women like to have cocks in them. In fact they like to have cocks in them a lot more than we like putting them there.
But there is a huge qualitative difference between the ones who just lie there with their legs spread going, "Oh Baby-Baby!" and a woman like Janet. She puts her heart and soul into every fuck. And each one is a distinct masterpiece.
I never figured out whether she was an Olympic class sexual athlete because her passions overwhelmed her. Or whether she is simply driven to be the absolute best at everything female. But the woman could fuck you in more interesting ways than Catherine the Great.
In bed, her only aim was to get in touch with every aspect of her sexuality. And it wasn't like she wanted to evolve into that slowly. She wanted to do it all in one night.
She had no boundaries and endless stamina. Sex is hard physical exercise. And many of the women I have bedded eventually get worn-out. But Janet would just keep going and going, without the slightest loss of enthusiasm.
On nights like that we would doze off when she couldn't get Old Lucifer out to the starting line for one more lap.
Fortunately the next day was a Saturday. Some people garden, or fish, or play golf on the weekend. We like to sail.
We keep a C&C Cruising 40 at the Washington Marina and we usually take it for weekend trips down the Potomac and out into Chesapeake Bay.
Janet is a great sailing partner and with the power assists we can handle any destination by ourselves.
There is nothing more romantic than sitting anchored in one of the inlets, watching the summer sun set over the Chesapeake and enjoying blue crab and a cold bottle of Pinot Grigio.
And there is nothing cozier than lying cuddled under a blanket in the cockpit of our boat, watching the stars and talking about a million things.
Of course that has always inspired Janet to make the boat rock frantically most of the night.
Janet is not just my wife. She has always been my best friend and closest companion. And to say I loved her would be a gross understatement.
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The University started a major fund raising drive that fall. That cut short our sailing.
Janet began to take three day trips to the major population centers. Normally members of her staff would do the wining and dining. And she would do the actual "asks."
But this campaign was a big deal. So she was expected to go along with her troops in order to communicate the University's commitment to the process.
That was alright with me since I was also involved in some stuff with NCTC in McLean. All of that was taking up more time than either of us wanted. In fact, the hour requirements for me were almost like I would have with an honest job.
They were planning to wind up the campaign in New York in mid-March. That was going to be a four day extravaganza because there are so many of our alumni in the greater New York City area.
Janet was standing in our bedroom reviewing the contents of her roller-bag. She looked like she was trying to decide whether she had packed everything. I was checking her out as I was standing in the door.
She is a beautiful woman. But when she is made-up for public consumption she is something special.
She is medium height and her long raven hair was tied up in one of those sophisticated pony tails that really stylish women adopt.
It made her look intimidatingly sleek and business-like and with that gorgeous face, huge boobs and perfect little body she was a sight to behold.
When I came up behind her she was chewing on her lower lip, like she was trying to decide something.
I said cheerfully, "All packed?"
She jumped like I had startled her and then relaxed and leaned back into me. Her firm soft buns pushed against my rapidly growing interest.
She said almost wistfully, "Have you ever wanted to just chuck the whole thing and become beach bums on St. Lucia?"
I said lightly, "The boat's gassed up and ready. Want to leave now?"
