Chapter 7: The Wife's Tale
I should start by saying I have not read anything my husband has written so far, nor will I. I do not want to know. We all make compromises in a marriage, ignoring some things we do not like in favor of all the things we love. I look at this as if my husband had a drinking problem. He found he had an "incubus issue" struggled with control on his own for a bit, then found a support group and a way of creatively channeling the energy of his issue. In many ways it is like an alcoholic who loses control and becomes something you despise, but, when he gains control back, becomes the man you fell in love with. He is in control now, and the man I fell in love with, plus with the added extra of being the best sex we've had in all our years together. When he uses the power now, it is just for business, so I never feel threatened. I suppose he'll explain those details in the next few chapters.
Does that make me a mafia wife - ignoring some bad things for the comfort it brings me? I am not so sure. He has a bit of a Robin Hood ethic about using his power. He takes advantage of the rich and, frankly rather boorish people and provides to many people who are deserving. He has used his power to ease suffering for many. Of course, it was never clear how much of a commission Robin Hood kept for himself. In our case, the commission was substantial.
Besides the money there were the added health benefits. The stuff doctor's see in lab reports had all improved significantly. The lines and neck sag that had started to develop with middle age are now gone and my butt and boobs are as firm as any 25 year old woman. I was at a point where I was described as "well preserved" but now I am hot. I get hit on by men half my age. It is great for the ego, I can tell you that.
The money part of this comes from my husband's unorthodox way of doing business. I planted the seed of that success.
On the night my husband became an incubus, I knew something was unusual, but I just assumed it was the effect of really good weed. Our state's medical marijuana law is a bit of a farce. Anyone with the normal middle aged aches of bad backs or sore knees or whatever can get a medical marijuana pass, and we both had them.
When the vibrator my husband was using on me broke and shocked him I felt a surge of energy that invigorated me. I came then he fucked me and I came again - the first time I had multiple orgasms in 10 years. He rolled to the side of the bed and I did something else I had not done in years; I began kissing and licking his cock, tasting our combine juices. Almost instantly he was hard again and I can tell you that NEVER happened once he passed 40. Soon he was moaning in pleasure.
"Oh fuck yes... that is s good!"
I was getting increasingly excited. I touched myself and found that I was dripping wet. After menopause I had found that getting myself lubricated was difficult, as much as I still enjoyed sex. I was using several lubricants to help me get started for most of our "routine" married sex. I sound like a broken record here - for those of you old enough to get that reference -- but I had not been this way in years. I felt as hot and randy as I had at 22.
"I am going to ride you hard! Give me this cock in my pussy!"
I climbed on top of him - cowgirl was always one of my favorite positions. He arched up into me and I moaned with pleasure. We bucked against each other as I reached down and played with my clit. We were banging each other hard and he felt so good inside me and soon...
"Oh you're gonna make me cum! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! OOOO FUCK!"
The first orgasm had no sooner subsided when a second one ripped through me, then a third then a fourth. My contractions on the fourth were really strong and this sent my husband over the edge. His spunk hitting my cervix gave me my first cervical orgasm which does feel a bit different.
I was now up to 6 - or was it 7? -- orgasms for the night and I still felt excited. This had never happened before. First, I have some difficulty reaching orgasm easily once. I have to be rested and very well stimulated. To reach orgasm more than once during "routine work week" sex was unheard of. "Routine work week" sex for us was not something spectacular, as we were usually pretty tired from work and day to day drudgery. It was more of a fun little diversion to reaffirm our love before going to sleep. This night, however, was special. We did it 5 times that night, beating our previous record set when we were first falling in love and always in each other's pants. We only stopped so we could both be rested for work the next day.
The next day at work was really difficult. I had sex dreams all night and I awoke very horny. I knew my husband was getting ready for an early meeting so I tried to use the shower to calm myself. Instead, I masturbated and came rather quickly. Still unsatisfied I dressed in one of my sexiest outfit that was safe for work. Slingback platform heels, black thigh hi stockings a tight pencil skirt and low cut blouse were just on the professional side of sexy. Underneath was my sexiest lace underwear. I made it a point of showing this off to my husband before he left for work, hoping he could get away from work at lunch for some afternoon fun.
I could not focus on work that day. Every 15 minutes I would send a text message to my husband informing him of the various things I wanted to do to his body. I admit it got a bit redundant after a while, as there only so many ways to say "fuck" and "suck" but he got the point. I tried hiding in the handicap rest room and masturbating again but that did not help. Around 4 I threw in the towel on getting anything done and headed for home, hoping he would skip the gym.
I got home and paced and fidgeted for what felt like hours. I could not distract myself with my usual guilty pleasures of HGTV or make-over shows. When Stacy and Clinton (That's What Not To Wear for the men out there) cannot hold my attention I have a problem. I tried reading but only came across a sex scene in the latest novel in my collection. I squirmed and caressed my legs and breasts through my blouse, willing my husband to hurry up with his workout, ditch his trainer and get home.
My hands crept higher and higher on my thighs, and I would will them back.
"He'll be home soon and then..."
I could only repeat this to myself so many times when my hands finally touched my panties. I was soaking wet with anticipation and that touch felt so good. I swirled my hand over my slit and moaned. I needed his cock now and he is not here! In frustration I stripped off my skirt panties and blouse and sat back on the couch I pulled on my tits as I played my clit, imagining his tongue on me. I slid a finger inside me, then a second, imagining his cock pounding into me. I came with that thought but it was not enough. I continued to play with my clit until, after what seemed like ages I heard his key in the door.
He was dumbfounded when he saw me. I remember him making some inane crack about dinner before I was on him desperate for the pleasure I knew only he could give me. I sat on the hallway table and spread my legs.
"Lick me!" I commanded.
He obliged. His tongue went my engorged clit with his gentle teasing manner; the tip of his tongue just teasing gently. His finger slid inside me, finding that small area of pleasure nerves right behind my clit.
"OMIGOD! YES! I need that so bad!" I moaned.
