The Lemanns:
Jeff and Wendy Lemann had been married for nine years. Both were 33 years old and both had worked for the same corporation, Hamilton Electronics, for the last eight years. Although employed by the same firm, their job responsibilities were very different, and consequently, they worked in different divisions of the firm. Jeff was the vice-president in the Advertising and Marketing Division while Wendy was a Group Leader in the Manufacturing Division. As a group leader, she was two levels below Jeff in pay grade and responsibility. Even so, she had a substantial amount of administrative and technical responsibility, and, therefore, commanded an excellent salary not much below that of her husband. Between the two of them, their yearly household income was slightly over $300,000. With no children as yet, and having made excellent investments, the Lemann's had no financial problems and were well on their way to becoming independently wealthy. Best of all, they both loved their job.
On a personal level, their mutual interests outside their job made them a near-perfect match for one another. Both were in excellent physical health and attractive. Jeff had told his wife many times that she was easily the most beautiful and sensuous looking woman he had ever dated. He often reminded Wendy that she was so sexy and beautiful that it had taken him a month to get up enough nerve to ask her out to dinner.
Jeff had long since become accustomed to men staring at his sexy wife whenever she entered a room. The more adventuresome and confident men frequently hit on her hoping to get lucky. Jeff often wondered if any of them ever had gotten lucky with his wife, but he knew better than to play the role of a jealous, insecure husband. Early on, he had realized that he had to trust his wife, and to the best of his knowledge, she had never betrayed his trust.
For her part, Wendy considered her husband to be an incredible catch. He was ambitious, smart, intelligent, confident, ruggedly handsome, virile and sexy, and had a great smile. Wendy knew that a lot of women envied her and some made their availability quite obvious to Jeff.
She knew that a woman's level of desire and lust exceeded that of a man, but it took longer and more stimulation to excite her. All a woman had to do to give a man a raging erection was just show him more of her breasts and thighs than he was supposed to see. That simple biological fact made her husband a lot more vulnerable to the advances of a woman than she was to those of a man.
At first, she had secretly kept a close watch on her husband's actions when they were at parties or gatherings where a lot of sexy women were openly flirting with Jeff. Without exception, he always declined their thinly-veiled, sexual invitations, but somehow, he always managed to do so without offending. Soon, word spread along the female grapevine that Jeff Lemann was deeply in love with his wife and that needed to be respected. When Wendy's best friend, Doris Andrews, told her about this, she beamed with pride and love for her faithful and devoted husband.
Of course, both Wendy and Jeff had some secret complaints about their spouse's performance in bed, but those complaints were rarely, if ever, voiced. Sex was frequently and passionate, but Wendy wished that occasionally Jeff would be less than the perfect gentleman and husband. Basically, she wished that he would sometimes fuck her like she was a hot whore instead of making love to her. Several times, Jeff had asked her if she would like to try some kinky things... like anal sex or sexy role-playing in public. She just couldn't bring herself to do those things. Without exception, she had always declined, but secretly, she wished that he wouldn't give her a choice... that he would exercise his masculine prerogatives and just do it to her.
For his part, Jeff wished that his wife would be more whorish on occasion. He kept making suggestions to that effect, but she kept rebuffing every suggestion. He knew he had a very passionate wife, more so than most men. She was always ready and eager for sex, day or night. The only times she ever refused was when she was sick or her period exceptionally heavy. In the latter case, she always provided oral sex. Nevertheless, Jeff thought it would be wonderful if instead of saying "I'm almost there, Darling. Do it to me harder, Honey." she would sometimes scream, "Oh god! I'm about to cum, Baby! Fuck my hot cunt harder, Stud! ... ram that big cock up my hot hole... Shoot in me!" or something along those lines. In nine years of marriage, he had never been inside Wendy's ass nor had she ever agreed to try anything that she considered "kinky and perverted".
All things considered, both Wendy and Jeff considered that they had a good life together. Neither had any intention of doing anything that would jeopardize their marriage. Or so they both thought.
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A Lucrative but Dull Routine
The work had piled up on my desk during my site inspection visit the previous week. Although I had been working steadily since 7:45 AM, skipping lunch in the process, I wasn't halfway through the backlog of work and it was nearly 4 PM. The problem was that the Advertising and Marketing Division of the firm had an enormous amount of responsibility for the health and progress of the firm's business, and as the Vice-President of the Division, a great deal of that work and decision making fell on my shoulders. "It's like this every time I have to go on a site visit of some kind," I muttered to myself.
To make matters even worse, Wendy had to travel on the firm's business just as I did. Her position as a group leader in manufacturing didn't require as much travel as mine did, but, nevertheless, she was usually gone several days each month. Two or three times each year, she had to attend a major conference at the firm's central headquarters in Chicago. Those usually lasted a week. The next such conference for her was just three weeks away, and I was trying to schedule my travel to correspond with hers to reduce the total amount of time we were apart.
The bright spot in my dull, boring day was that I had a date with a gorgeous woman tonight, and I was certain that I was going to get lucky. Wendy and I had dinner reservations at Maurice's at 6:30 PM. At 8:00, I had tickets to what all my colleagues had said was a great stage play, and finally, at 10:30 I had reservations for a table at "The Hot Spot", which was rumored to be THE place to take a date if you wanted to get her ready for hot, wild sex afterwards. I was hard just thinking about the upcoming evening.
I left work early at 4:45 PM to allow plenty of time to drive home, shower, change, and enjoy watching Wendy getting dressed. Before I left for work that morning, I had arranged for a dozen American beauty roses to be delivered to her at her office. The card I sent read, "Twelve beauties for a real Beauty! This was followed by a brief agenda for our evening and finally with the comment, "I can't wait to take you out. Please wear something sexy. Love, Jeff, XXXOOO"
As soon as I entered our house, I raced upstairs intent on kissing and fondling my sexy wife and then watching her dress. Unfortunately, my plans were thwarted when I found our bedroom door locked. "Wendy. It's me, Jeff. Can I come in?"
"No. No way! I'll never get dressed in time to make our dinner reservations if I let a randy stud like you into my bedroom. Your clothes are laid out in the guest bedroom. I've given you two choices. Pick one. I'll meet you in the den a little before 6 PM."
Inside the guest bedroom, I saw that Wendy had laid out an expensive, tailor-made suit with matching silk tie. On the other side of the bed, she had placed a pair of slacks and an open collar, sports shirt. Obviously, the slacks and sports shirt would be more comfortable for me, and, left to my own devices, it was the selection I would have chosen for myself. However, it was equally obvious to me that Wendy would like for me to look really sharp tonight in a $1,500 suit. Since I was hoping that she would please me with her outfit, I put on a pair of tight briefs and then the suit after showering and shaving. Of course, I was waiting in the den for my wife for 15 minutes before she made her appearance.
When she entered the den, she looked drop-dead gorgeous, as I expected. Wendy could wear anything and look that way. She wore a pair of tight black slacks that molded her body perfectly. The matching top was equally tight revealing the contours of her large breasts that were just underneath. The 4-inch black heels were both fashionable and sexy. Her long, blonde hair was a perfect contrast to the black of her outfit. There was no doubt that she would be turning many male heads during the evening.
Nevertheless, I was somewhat disappointed. Wendy always wore attractive clothes that turned male heads. I was very accustomed to that. I had been hoping for something less gorgeous and sophisticated and more erotic. I would have enjoyed having the male strangers whose heads she turned to think that I was out with a high-class, expensive call girl. But there was no way I was going to throw cold water on our evening by complaining.
"Damn, Wendy! How did I ever get such a fantastically beautiful woman as you?"
My wife beamed at my comment, but at the same time, she was looking intently at my face. She could see right through me, as always. I had long ago realized that I could never have sex with another woman... not even once... without having Wendy know immediately. So, I never did. No man I know has that kind of sensory perception and the ability to pick up on subtle clues. Women are incomparably good in that arena.
