Thank you for the positive reaction to the story "Uptight Chloe Opened Up". Some of the email comments asked about backstory, so here's the first installment. "Uptight Chloe Opened Up" picks up at week 6 of her sexual awakening. This story outlines the first few weeks.
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Geoff scratched his head. He'd never anticipated that something like this might come up and he wasn't sure what to do about it. He poured himself a cold cup of coffee from the pot on the stove, didn't even bother to think about warming it up. It didn't matter. He didn't much like coffee anyway. It was just something to sip.
Upstairs, his beautiful, 44-year old wife Chloe was laying on the bed, masturbating for the third time tonight with a vibrator and her new pink dildo. It came in the mail today. She'd wanted to rip it open as soon as she recognized the label, but had promised to wait till he got home from work.
Geoff thought back over what she'd told him just a few short nights ago. He still found it a little hard to believe, a little hard to accept, but he knew better than to ask too many questions. He'd have to be certifiably crazy to consider his wife's sexual awakening a "problem".
She said it had all started casually enough. She was having her usual Monday morning coffee with her four girlfriends - married mothers like her whose children were now in their late teens or early twenties and either moved or moving out. The conversations went along the usual lines, television, the prices of clothes, and jokes about their husbands insatiable sex drives.
The five of them had known each other nearly two decades. As the years went by, the word 'insatiable' had undergone an evolution from 'he wants it every night' to 'he wants it more than on birthdays and holidays'. In the early years, they talked about their own sexual wants, fantasies, desires, but those days were long gone. Now, she recognized their conversation as the same kind she saw on countless television shows - the ones that reflected sexless women and clownish husbands. She hadn't given it much thought, just assumed that was how life went. Until recently.
Chloe and Geoff's life had settled into a sexual rut. They'd still find time to make love once or twice a month. He'd always initiate it. Only, of course, after they were safely in bed, lights out, and kids away for the night at a friend or relative's place for an overnight. It was always pleasant, involved a lot of hugging and kissing, a quiet, polite orgasm for him, then her cuddling up and falling asleep, her back spooned against his belly. He'd always make sure to wipe himself dry so she didn't feel anything damp or sticky against her when she fell asleep.
Once in a while, he'd sneak in an additional session of "doing the laundry by hand" for himself, lying stiffly on his side of the bed, dreaming who knew what fantasies, then holding his breath so she wouldn't wake up when he came. Sometimes, she was already awake and smiled benignly. If he needed to do that, well, she was OK with that.
That was pretty much their sex life until two weeks ago. In that time, she'd gone from giving him subtle clues that she might be approachable for sex to using a vibrator her girlfriend had given her. Four nights ago, she confessed to him that she'd masturbated while he was at work. Earlier tonight, she told him that the dildo she'd ordered online had arrived. When they went upstairs at eight o'clock, she'd let him watch her masturbate for the first time every. Then, they'd made love and she came again. He was exhausted, but she was just getting started, so he'd come downstairs for a break while she continued by herself. She expected him back soon.
Geoff drained the coffee from the mug and went to the sink, rinsed it out, set it in the dishwasher. He took two glasses and a pitcher from the counter, put in a tray full of ice cubes, then filled it with cold water. If things got any more intense upstairs, they'd both need something cold to drink later.
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Chloe flicked the vibrator off but held it pressed hard against her crotch, waiting for the shudders to subside. She gulped air, panting hard, sweat dripping down into her eyes. She looked at the dildo laying on the bed beside her, still in its plastic shell. She hadn't opened it yet. She asked herself, am I ready for the next step? Can I really do this?
Geoff opened the door and stared at her. She looked at him for a second, then turned her eyes away. "Don't look at me," she said. A feeling of shame came over her and she pulled the bedsheet up around her shoulders.
What am I doing? she wondered. Geoff put the pitcher and glasses on the nightstand and climbed onto the bed beside her. He put his arms around her and pulled her close, kissed her forehead, cheeks, ears. She felt herself melt into the safety of his arms.
"Is this okay?" she whispered. She felt his face shift as he smiled. "Who's getting hurt?" She relaxed and smiled. That was one of their ways of saying 'I trust you' and 'everything is all right'.
