Once again, I want to thank Blackrandl1958 for inviting me to take part in this fun project. I always enjoy these theme stories because they challenge me. I hope you enjoy the story and please leave a comment.
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My dad once told me, "You never forget your first." And all that time, I thought my secret was safe but we both knew who he was talking about—Kathy, blond hair, blue eyes, Kathy...
We both turned eighteen within a week of each other and to celebrate... yeah, she was my first, and the love of my life until she moved away with her parents soon after graduating high school. Talk about a broken heart... for two weeks after they moved, I sat by the phone waiting for her call but it never came. I thought my life was over; there was simply no reason to continue living. Now... twenty-three years later, I'm going through it all over again.
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It was a beautiful Chicago fall day and a light warm breeze rustled the leaves; I, however, was trapped in my office going over some purchase orders for a new project when my cell rang with my wife's ringtone. "Hello, gorgeous."
"Hi, Honey, how's your day going?"
"About average, what's up?"
"It's been a hard week; some of the girls are going out for dinner and a few drinks and I thought I'd join them. There's still some of the roast beef from the other night in the fridge. It's wrapped in tin foil on the second shelf."
"Is there enough for both Stacy and me?"
"Stacy's having a sleepover at Audry's house tonight. I'm sure she'll be gone before you get home."
"That's news to me," I protested.
"Tom, she's sixteen years old. You can't keep her as your little girl forever. What are you going to do when she goes to college in a couple of years?"
"Yeah, I know. When will you be home?"
"I don't know, it depends on how talkative everyone is I guess. I shouldn't be too late though."
"Okay, you should take a cab home if you're going to have more than a couple of drinks. I can take you to pick up your car tomorrow."
"I doubt that I'll have more than a couple glasses of wine but if I do I'll take your advice.
"I have to go, Honey; I'll see you later tonight." We said our goodbyes but as we disconnected, I had a thought—just out of courtesy, Claire would usually ask if I would mind that she went out, or say, 'You don't mind, do you?'" It was a little out of character for her to simply tell me like that. Of course, she's a grown woman and doesn't need my permission, it's just nice when a wife lets her husband think he's in charge.
After eighteen years of marriage, it felt a little weird to be alone in the house. It doesn't happen very often and I wasn't used to complete solitude. After heating up dinner and relaxing in my recliner with a Budweiser, however, I was starting to enjoy myself. I closed my eyes laid my head back and just bathed myself in the peace and quiet for about ten minutes.
Okay, that's enough of that, I thought. Both my wife and daughter were romantic comedy buffs so rarely did I get a chance to watch anything with blood and guts. I picked up the remote and scrolled down the list of movies I had pre-selected but never got a chance to watch.
For the next two hours and ten minutes, I'll bet my neighbors thought world-war three had broken out in my living room. There were enough shootouts, explosions, and car chases to fill three movies. After good conquered evil, I turned the TV off and looked at my watch, it was nine-thirty. I expected Claire to come through the door anytime. I didn't want to get interested in another movie and then have to turn it off so I picked up my "Golf Digest," to see why I couldn't seem to break ninety.
The trouble I have with reading at night is that it puts me to sleep. Sure enough, the next thing I remembered was Claire shaking me by the shoulder. "Honey, Honey, come on, it's after midnight, let's go to bed."
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and caught a glimpse of Claire ascending the stairs in her robe. I followed, "Are you just getting home?"
"No, I've been back for a couple hours. I got undressed and read for a while in bed. I thought you'd wake up on your own and join me but I got tired so I figured I'd wake you."
"Thanks, I'd need a chiropractor tomorrow if I'd slept there all night." The last thing I remember was Claire turning her back to me and sliding toward the middle of the bed. I turned on my side and spooned her.
I suppose like most married couples, Claire and I had fallen into several routines, Saturday mornings was one of them. The first one up threw on their robe and went downstairs to start the coffee. If it was me, I'd wait until it was done then pour a couple of cups and bring them back upstairs. If it was Claire, I'd lie in bed until I could smell the fresh brew then throw on some sweats and join her at the kitchen table. The sweats were to guard against our teenage daughter's mortification of seeing her dad in his robe. When Stacy would make her still groggy appearance Claire would start breakfast, after which, we'd all go back upstairs, shower, and get dressed to face the weekend chores.
Claire sat up and put her back to the headboard when she saw me with a cup in each hand. "Ummm, thank you, Honey," she said with her first sip.
I climbed into bed beside her and turned to kiss her forehead, "You're welcome, Honey," I said while enjoying my own first sip. "I'm surprised I didn't hear you come in last night. You must have walked in only minutes after I fell asleep."
"I don't know but you looked so peaceful, I didn't want to disturb you." We sat enjoying Columbia's best and talked about what chores we each had planned for the weekend before I felt Claire's hand under the sheet.
"I don't expect Stacy back for at least a couple hours and the chores can wait. We don't get many opportunities like this."
I didn't need any more encouragement... I knew Claire's erogenous zones and started kissing the back of her ear. That gets her motor going in seconds. I worked my way down her body until I was faced with the entrance to heaven. Her moans started in earnest as I started slowly licking up and down her tight little pussy lips. When she was wet, I drove my tongue as far inside as I could. I was expecting her to come and did she ever. She grabbed at the sheets as her back arched up in amatory response.
I allowed her only a short respite before driving into her. I was so hard by that time, I thought the skin on my cock was going to rip open. In no time, I had her twisting her body like a pretzel as we came together.
After cooling down a little we were at it again only in the doggie position. After that, we tried some other positions we hadn't been able to do for some time. I lost track of how many orgasms she had; I know I had three. I was willing to try for one more but we'd been at it for a couple of hours and we both agreed we had to shower and start the day.
We did conserve our water supply and showered together. What we saved on water though we used up in soap. By the time we were done, we were the two cleanest people you ever saw.
With the weekend in my rearview mirror, Monday was as mundane as ever. It was the only day of the week when I could get in some daydreaming. There were a variety of subjects; what I'd do if I won the lottery, things I'd like to do with my wife in bed but was too chicken to bring up, what to do on our next vacation, Kathy... yeah, I loved my wife to pieces but even after twenty-plus years, Kathy still held a place in my heart. My dad was right, I'd never forget my first love.
I even tried to find her on FaceBook a few times but had no luck. I'm sure she's married by now with a slew of kids at her feet. We talked about having between three and five—no less than three, no more than five.
