I have been given grief lately about my bio stating I like moral to the story type stories. Especially after my BTB story.
I am going to give you one now(true story);
Back in 1976 on labor day weekend I walked into the local watering hole right off the Air Force Base, I was stationed at up north. There sat in a booth was one of my friend's wife along with another airman's wife and two single girls. They were out for a Saturday night girl's night out while my friend was on duty. My eyes went straight to a girl, next door type, a big breasted blond.
I sat down and started razing the wife of my friend that I was going to steal her from him. I had a rule, no sleeping with married women especially officers wives. I had been propositioned many times, but I didn't won't to end up in Thule Greenland for the next four years. They had saying about that base, ' there was woman behind every tree.' The catch was there we no trees.
Back to the girls. I sat down with my friend and let's call her Rhonda and she introduced me to the other young ladies. I was having a good time and teasing them all equally until the blond I was interested in ask me if I wanted to come to a party that Rhonda and her husband my buddy (let's call him Jeff) were going to have the next night.
It turned out all 4 girls had gone to high school together in another state and they were up visiting for a three day weekend. The day after the party they were going home.
I showed up the next night. And I could hardly get her to talk to me. I just shrugged my shoulders and started talking to another girl. All of the sudden Jeff yell out, " Hey Bob(that's me, not real name) do you know how to give a woman an orgasm?" I yelled back, "who cares." The blond started laughing so hard she couldn't breathe.
She walked over to me and stood in front of the girl I was talking to. We talked, laughed, and drank 3.2 beer for the next two hours. (drinking age was 18 back then for beer.) She leaned over and asked me if we could go someplace quieter.
Hot dam I thought I was going to get lucky. We got parked and got comfortable. She informed me she was a virgin and was not on birth control. That was a mood killer. I got to secondt base(remember this was in the 70's) and I did get to play with the girls and kiss them. And she played with me through my pants. and that was it.
4 months later I was in bed with her and I ask if she wanted to go again after the third time that afternoon. She look at me and giggled, "just who are you going to satisfy with that little bitty thing, it was asleep. Not to be out done I replied, "me of course."
So the moral of this story is; I do care if you are pleased with my work or not, as long as I am satisfied and enjoy it.
I want to thank Marlboro Man and TC2001 for their advice and proof reading.
If any of you female editors would be interested in helping with a woman's point of view on some stories I am working on please contact me.
Remember like my teenage daughter once told me "this is my world, and you are passing through it to serve my needs."
The Valentine's Day Jar
It was a nice sunny day in San Diego, but when is it not. It averages 263 days a year of sunshine with an average temperature of 82.3F it is considered a Mediterranean type of climate. I had just picked up a classic Corvette from the shipping company.
My name is Randy Oxford. I just picked up a 1954 Red Corvette convertible for the love of my life for her Valentine's Day gift. She really out did herself over the past year.
I had been tracking the car for several weeks waiting on it to come up for bid online with Barrett-Jackson Classic Auto Auction. I pulled the trigger and was high bidder for $92,000. She had always wanted one and I wanted to make sure she got it.
Oh by the way my wife's is named Candy, she is a contract lawyer. She works in the legal department at the Terraphone Corporation.
Myself, I work for The Bartholomew Hedge Funds as a senior analyst. I met Candy in my senior year at USC. Like so many others we met at one of the many parties at one of the fraternity houses, dated, screwed, and married a year after graduating.
Have you ever heard of the penny jar. There is an old wives tale that describes if a couple puts a penny in a jar for every time they have any kind of sexual relations for the first year, for the rest of their married life if they take one out every time they have sex they will have pennies left in at the end of their lives.
You have to remember peopled didn't live to be 70 years old on average back then. Up to recently you were looking at somewhere in the 40's.
Well I decided on a new version of the Penny Jar to keep our marriage and sex life strong. I call it the Valentine's Day Jar. Instead of putting a penny in a jar just for the first year when we had sex, I put money into a Valentine's Day on her dresser every time we have sex. When the following Valentine's Day came around each year I would take the money and buy her a gift valued for the amount that I had put in the jar.
I have the opinion if you are not having sex with the woman you live with you are just roommates.
Remember Valentine's Day is for lovers not roommates with a contract. You have Mother's Day for a woman if she is a mom and anniversary for wives. Just because you are married doesn't mean you are lovers.
We had different donation requirements for each of the different acts that we did. Hand jobs, blow jobs, anal and plain intercourse would receive different amounts. She would make me put in extra for each time she got me to come. I told her I couldn't afford her if I had to put in cash for each time she came. She agreed, after all she didn't won't to give up a single climax she might miss out on for a few dollars. Hell, Bill Gates couldn't afford her if he had to pay her for hers.
Of course I was the one responsible for paying for it. Even if she instigated the sex I was required to pay up. Trust me when I say it was money well spent. In the first couple of years there were a lot of I.O.Us in the jar.
