Readers - this is a little different than some of the stories I've written. I wanted to try a couple of new ideas. One thing is the same. It's long. If you don't like longer stories, skip this one.
If you do read it, I hope you enjoy it.
The Telltale Wife
I lowered the car window and took a deep breath of the fresh spring air. Exhaling, I felt I was purging my lungs of the grind of the city. Don't get me wrong, that city provides me with a great job and the beginnings of the lifestyle I wanted for myself. And of course for Olivia too.
I sensed in Olivia's mind the jury was still out regarding our move to Brompton. It was certainly different than our apartment on the upper west side. Olivia's a city girl and the move to suburban Brompton has been a more challenging adjustment for her.
I passed over the bridge, the slightly salty marine air washing over me buoyed my optimism. I just know that once Olivia gets used to the suburban lifestyle she'll love it too.
Brompton has a small but active downtown core with retail, some restaurants and bars, and a few offices. There was a town square with city hall and the police department on one of the sides of the square.
Directly opposite city hall was The Staghorn, a restaurant and bar that was the unofficial center of Brompton. The Staghorn traced it's roots back to the 1800's. German immigrants, The DeKonig family, began making beer in a log cabin and then selling it. The cabin sat in the approximate same spot as the present day Staghorn.
I took all this history and community in, as I stopped at one of the few stop signs in town. I just loved the trees, the vegetation, the glimpse of the bay to the east. I turned right on Edmund, paused at the intersection where the The Bluffs Trail crossed Edmund, turned the corner and then gently braked in the driveway.
Olivia's car was parked in front of mine. I knew she was home. Unless she was hiking The Bluffs. This was one aspect of our move that for some reason she did seem to embrace. Shortly after we moved here I bought her what is called a tactical walking stick. It was a stainless steel pole that telescopes into a self defense weapon.
"What's this going to protect me from," she asked when I gave it to her, "the squirrels?"
She never used it.
Walking up to the entry I smiled as I looked at the house. It was a one story large ranch style home. On the left side of the house was the master suite and Olivia's studio. On the right side were a pair of bedrooms and a bathroom. This was designated for future children. Olivia's exercise equipment currently occupied one of the rooms.
The center of the house was a large open kitchen-dining-living area. I loved that part of the house and I glanced around as I walked in the front door. The French doors heading out to the backyard were open and the sheer curtains blew in from the breeze.
The backyard was what finally sold me on the house. It was quite private with no neighbors terribly close on either side. The back was Forest Service property and completed the privacy. I imagined a future built in pool. That should happen soon based on the firm's projected profit share trend.
I was early, catching the two-fifty train that afternoon. Normally I wouldn't be home till close to six. I checked my watch, four-ten. I looked over at Olivia on the sun deck. She had headphones on and sunglasses. And that was nearly all. In the privacy of our backyard she was only wearing a thong bikini with her top laying under her, unfastened.
Quickly I retreated briefly to the house, removed my shoes, and shrugged off my suit and tie. Wearing only my underwear, I crept up behind her. She was laying facing away from me, on her stomach reading a magazine. Silently I shed the underwear.
Using only my upper arm strength I gripped the sides of the chaise lounge and slowly dropped on top of her, my erection snuggled in to her ass.
""WHAAAAT!" She screamed and squirmed away from me. Surprise may not nearly begin to describe the effect that my sneaking up had on her.
"Adam," she finally yelled at me. "You scared the shit out of me!"
"Sorry, Liv," I began, "I couldn't help myself. You looked so good out here." I smiled and told her.
"Put some clothes on. It's the middle of the day!" She said glancing around, her brief surprise fueled anger retreating.
I remained silent and put my arms around her, her naked breasts pressed against my chest, I felt her nipples stiffening. I began kissing her neck. Slowly I felt her arms go around me and pull me closer. My lips soon found a naked nipple.
"Adam," she moaned, "we better go inside." She half heartedly protested, "someone could see."
Even as she said this her fingernails began to caress my erection. I knew she was turned on too. I started slowly removing her thong bottom, Olivia was not being exactly cooperative, with mock frustration my forefinger hooked the material, yanking it down. If it weren't so naturally elastic it would've ripped.
"Adam!" Alarmed, she breathed out.
I pulled off the remaining skimpy pieces of her clothes, roughly grabbed her hips and shoved her stomach down on the lounge chair. With my knee between her legs, I spread her thighs apart. There, naked, in front of me was her well waxed pussy, open and available. I plunged in.
"Uhhh," she cried as I entered her.
After several minutes in this position we switched. I lay flat and she climbed on top. This was a position I knew quite well that she liked. She rocked back and forth impaled on my erection. I had one hand massaging a breast and the other rubbing her genitalia.
I gazed at her, mouth part way open, eyes closed. Olivia makes this humming noise during sex that gets louder with her excitement. It's unique, and it was increasing. Her head began to shake as her orgasm washed over her. She slumped on me, moments later I climaxed.
We lay like this, entwined, a sheen of sweat covering us together. At this moment I couldn't remember being happier. My job, this house, and certainly my marriage to Olivia, in my mind was all just perfect. I imagined many years of happiness for the two of us together in this house.
Unfortunately that's not the way things went.
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That night, buoyed by the positive direction my life was going and the afterglow of great sex, we walked down the trail to town and had dinner at The Staghorn. My mood was upbeat and this positivity was slightly contagious, but there was no way around it. Olivia had not yet embraced our move from the city like I had.
The Staghorn was a big, open establishment with golden stained pine boards cladding the interior walls. A huge stone fireplace stood opposite the bar. Wooden beams spanned the tall ceiling. Large windows were on three sides, facing into town out the front and a glimpse of the bay, and the beginning of the Bluff Trail to the east.
The establishment was three quarters full. The bar area and the tables for diners co-mingled giving an open community feel. People in general seemed friendly and this good natured restaurant reinforced the strong feeling I had for the community.
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I thought back.
Olivia and I met five years ago in the city. I was working for the same financial services company that I'm still with. I was on the fast track to making partner.
