Were you to observe us from a distance, we wouldn't
look too different from your typical modern couple.
It's not like my wife, Kate, walks two steps behind
me. That's another culture. In fact, you'd see me
behaving as a gentleman should; opening doors for
her, holding her coat for her, allowing her to
order first in any restaurant. You might notice
that she never drives when I'm in the car, although
that hardly makes us unusual. You might notice that
at a party she always gets the drinks for us, and
always checks with me before wandering off to talk
with the other women. And were you especially
observant, you might notice that when I make the
decision to leave, we leave.
Even if you were to live with us for a while, you'd
be hard put to discern a huge difference between us
and today's liberated couples. Although she stays
home during the day, Kate gets up and makes me
breakfast every morning, packing me a lunch for the
day as well. She keeps the inside of the house
spic-and-span, while I tend to all the outside
work, as well as the heavy-duty repair jobs. Were
you a visitor to our home, you might notice that I
make all the decisions as to what we watch on TV,
listen to on the stereo, and which movies we go to
see. Kate's preferences are limited to when I ask
her opinion, which is only somewhat less often than
some wishy-washy couples. But when she does offer a
preference, I give it the respect it deserves.
So, to most observers, on most days, our marriage
would appear to be almost normal. On some days and
nights, though, we'd take you to a different
century. Take this past Friday, for instance.
I'd stayed up late working on two reports for work,
despite the fact that certain members of my team
hadn't provided the needed information. My task,
then, was to write the reports in such a way that
the holes didn't seem quite so big, without making
assumptions and projections that could be traced
back to me. All that to prepare for a Saturday
afternoon progress meeting scheduled by my boss,
who has no concept of rest and relaxation. So,
suffice it to say that by midnight on Friday, my
nerves were frazzled and my mind was racing a mile
a minute.
When I finally climbed into bed at one in the
morning, Kate had probably been asleep for an hour
and a half. I knew I wouldn't get to sleep until
I'd calmed down a bit. So I decided to do what any
nineties husband would do. Sliding between the
sheets, I quickly rolled onto my side and reached
out for my wife. Because I like it, she wears loose
fitting babydolls to bed, with panties that are
tied on each hip for easy removal. Kate's body
never ceases to turn me on. At five-foot-nine,
she's just two inches shorter than me. Right now
her hair is full, blond and long, reaching the
middle of her back. Sometimes I have her cut it or
style it differently so it feels like I'm making
love to another woman. But for now I'm in a long
hair stage. Her body is perfectly proportioned for
my taste, with her 38C breasts, 26-inch waist and
36-inch hips. As you can see, it highlights her
bust, which fascinates me to no end. But that's not
to say that I'm not equally enamored by what's
between her long legs. And I love that I can have
it any time I want.
Without any regard for her rest, (after all, I am
the husband), I slip my hand under the sheer
babydoll and grasp the nearest tit. While the
contact causes her to stir, she doesn't awaken,
even as I gently run my fingers and palm around and
around her soft flesh. I smile in the dark as her
nipple swells and hardens. My cock, too, has begun
to harden, though not nearly beginning to reach its
full length of seven-and-a-half inches. Curious as
to the actual state of her arousal, I reach down
and tug on the tie nearest me, releasing one side
of the g-string. Running my fingers through her
thin bush, which she keeps trimmed in a small
patch, I slide a finger down to her slit. Pausing
on the outside for only a moment, I thrust my index
finger inside her, just far enough to feel if my
ministrations have produced a wet response.
I find her upper regions to be dry, but on a whim I
probe deeper, finding a damper environment, but
only the normal body fluids. My incursion, though,
has brought her out of her dream state, though
she's still not fully awake. Leaving my finger
inside of her for the moment, I reach back up with
my other hand and find her nipple, giving ita good
hard yank. This really wakes her up, though I can
tell by her gasps that she's more turned on than
upset. Another twist of her hard nipple confirms
this, as she moans deep in her throat. But she
still just lays and waits for my next move. She
knows only to do what I tell her.
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