My Wife Needs a Real Man

by Jaime Thorne

  I didn't once anticipate what I would find when I arrived, and that assumption is on me.

  I pulled up to a house that looked like it was probably ninety percent garage. She had picked out this house for her rental because she wanted something that had space for her to work, and the whole place was neat but obviously less than ornate. Whoever lived here didn't give a damn about gardens and a pretty lawn, and I walked up to the door with a bit of apprehension.

  I honestly didn't expect that it would be her that would answer.

  “Oh good you're on time,” she said, stepping out of her house and closing the door behind her, “Come on let's pull the car in and I'll take a proper look at it. Keys?”

  I placed them in her hand and let her take the lead.

  Naomi was wearing overalls that were undone to the waist, the zipper drawn down and exposing the white tank top that she wore underneath. It was a little sheer from old wear and tear, and I remember blushing a bit at the slight blush of her areolas visible through the shirt, and though I swore I'd covered up she told me later that she absolutely knew that I saw but found my embarrassment endearing. In fact, the very fact that I didn't stare like a horny man and made an effort to be a gentleman about it was the first thing that made her think that perhaps I wasn't a lost cause.

  She threw open the garage door and go in behind the wheel of my car, pulling it into the open bay before turning it off and stepping out. With a single fluid movement, she zipped up her overalls and pulled her hair back into a messy bun.

  The second thing that endeared her to me was that my immediate first response wasn't to ask her with incredulity whether she was the one that was going to work on my car.

  Naomi was working as a receptionist at a shop because she loved cars and wanted a job that was near them. She wanted to be working in the shop proper making repairs but had butted up against the machismo idea that working on cars wasn't women's work.

  This was not her first gig as a receptionist, nor would it be her last. Time and again she got these jobs because they wouldn't give her anything else, and often she got them with a condescending and insincere assurance that once a slot opened up in the shop she would be moved over to there.

  Inevitably after being passed over by a string of new men coming in to take those positions she would leave and take her chances somewhere else.

  I stood to one side as she popped the hood and took a look at my car, and to this day I'm still not quite sure what she did to it. I suspect I'll never really know but I know that I'd never understand it even if she told me.

  She worked for a couple of hours and our chatter was awkward and stilted the whole time. She would ask me for a tool or something else to help her and I'd look lost and then she'd gently instruct me about what it was that she was looking for by pointing and describing it.

  I got it wrong a lot of the time.

  But I had a good memory, especially for keeping track of where things went. When she was done with a tool and handed it back to me I put it right back in its spot, so that by the time we were done working and she slammed the hood down on my car she looked around and found her shop in exactly the same condition it was in before.

  That was the third thing that endeared me to her, I respected her space.

  “So that's about it,” she said, cleaning her hands on a towel and nodding, “Just some general maintenance, albeit a lot overdue. I mean have you even changed the oil since you got this thing?”

  “No,” I said meekly, chastized.

  She only smiled in response.

  I let her pull my car out of the garage, purring and sounding healthier than it had in years. Gone was the whine and the moan of it, the coughing of the engine as it struggled to make its way.

  When she stepped out I was the one to break the silence.

  “So how much do I owe you?”

  “Oh not much,” she said, “It really wasn't even in as bad a condition as I thought it was and most of the stuff I used was from things that I wasn't going to use anyways. I figure we can probably cut the price I quoted you at the shop.”

  And then she told me a price that was substantially lower than I had expected, so low that it made me think of something immediately.

  “That's gotta be just for the supplies,” I told her.

  “Yep,” she said, smiling and wiping a bit of sweat off her forehead with the back of her sleeve, it left a smudge of grease that that just made her look sexier.

  “But what about labor,” I told her, “I mean parts and labor, isn't that the way it goes?”

  She just shrugged, “I like working on cars, even beaters like this one. And I like the fact that you let me work on it even though I'm a stranger and you don't know me from anyone else. Consider it a friend discount.”

  Friend. The word made my heart leap but I quelled it immediately. This strange and beautiful woman was just being nice to you, probably felt bad for you. There was no way she thought of you as even a friend.

  Still, I pressed on.

  “Well it seems to me then that I'm still in your debt,” I told her, “Surely a friend would at least buy you a case of beer or something. How about I take you out to dinner as a repayment?”

  And then I realized what I had said.

  It sounded like a line, which was so foreign coming from me. While I wasn't without my charms and I'd had girlfriends in the past I wasn't the type to hit on a stranger like this or to ask a woman out who was so clearly out of my league.

  She was going to get angry now, I was sure of it. I was already loading my apology and ready to clarify when she responded and shocked me completely.

  “Dinner sounds lovely,” she said, “Let me just get cleaned up and we can go to a little Italian place around the corner that just makes the most delicious food. Come on, you can wait for me in the living room.”

  She led me into her house and I followed numbly, completely unaware of what good deed I'd done to warrant this sort of response but not willing to press my luck by saying much more. I knew I was pressing it already just extending my stay, but if it meant a few more moments in a room with this woman than that would be worth it.

  I was crushing on her and crushing hard, knowing that it was fleeting and completely without merit but knowing that I was lucky enough to at least have my fantasy. I'd have been content with my fantasy alone, but Naomi wasn't content with that.

  She would tell me later, when I asked, that the way that I asked her out was the fourth thing I'd done to endear me to her. She told me that she knew that I wasn't really asking her out, that I was interested but that I was holding back. It was nice for her, not to be seen exclusively as a piece of meat. To be seen as an equal and an expert and be respected for that, it had made her reconsider me.

  Like charisma or knowledge or a drive that defines you, respect and kindness can be attractive as well. It was respect and kindness that made Naomi first see me as attractive, see past my less than appealing exterior and entertain the possibility that I might be someone new and exciting. By the time we stepped into her house, she had already made up her mind about what came next.

  “Drink?” she asked me, closing the front door behind me.

  “Water if you have it,” I replied, cursing my stupid statement.

  “Sure thing,” she said, stepping around me and into the kitchen I heard the tap and a clatter of glass. I heard her open and close the door and she came out of the kitchen with a glass of water for me and a beer for herself.

  She handed mine over to me and took a long pull on hers, and there was a pause as she waited for me to make a move that didn't come. I am such an idiot.

  “So then,” she said, cocking one eyebrow and stepping back, “I'll go take a quick shower and get changed. You can take a seat on the couch.”

  She pointed over to a specific spot on the couch and I nodded and walked over in silence, sitting and waiting while she turned and walked away.

  Naomi would later tell me that at this point she kn
ew that she needed to be a little more obvious about things. I don't think she really anticipated quite how obvious she would need to be.

  The way her little bungalow was arranged the living room fed traffic to the kitchen and to the single bedroom and bathroom. From my position on the couch I had a view of both, including the short hallway that led to the bedroom and the bathroom.

  I watched her leave and stared idly around the space, noting the sparseness of it and the little projects that were sitting out and half repaired. Small little mechanical projects that were representative of whatever it was that she was working on.

  In the back of my mind, it registered that she had left her bedroom door open but I didn't really think much about it. I couldn't see inside so she had all of the privacy that she needed so it didn't bother me.

  When she stepped out wearing only a towel and walked across to the bedroom my eyebrows raised and I fought the urge to let my jaw drop at how fantastic she looked, but she was there for only a moment and then she was in the bathroom.

  I was so preoccupied with the flash of skin, her bare shoulders and the swell of her breasts contained beneath the towel. The long line of her neck and her lean and toned calves. So preoccupied that I didn't even really realize that the shower didn't turn on.

  Instead, I crossed my legs to hide my growing erection and tried to think of anything else as I nervously sipped my water and waited.

  Then she stepped out again, crossing the hallway and stepping into her bedroom. Idly in the back of my mind, I figured that she had probably forgotten something, not once did it strike me that this might be anything but innocent.

  She reappeared again, this time pausing and spinning with a look on her face as if she was trying to remember something. She spun in a full 360 and I drank in the sight as subtly as I could, and then she was gone and into the bathroom and I let a long and soft exhale of breath as I waited for her to finish up her shower so we could go to the restaurant.

  When she reappeared again she dropped all pretense, stepping out into the middle of the hallway and turning to face me. Her arms crossed under her breasts over the towel and she cocked her head to one side and her hip to the other. She raised her eyebrows as if asking me an unspoken question but when I just looked confused she realized that I hadn't picked up on any of the signals.

  “Wow,” she said with a smile that told me later that she found all of this adorable, “You really are a gentleman.”

  Then she reached up to her towel and flicked it open, letting it drop to the floor.

  She was stunning and my eyes went wide. My gaze went up and down her body drinking it all in and seeing that she was every bit as stunning nude as I could have possibly imagined.

  Her hobbies kept her in trim shape, and she used the gym to tighten up everything else. Her tummy had the hint of abs but she still had the delicate and alluring softness of a woman.

  I gazed at her pert sex and her perfect hips. Her stomach that was lean and long. Her breasts that were full and capped with dark nipples that were hard and aching for attention.

  “Come here gentleman,” she cooed gently, drawing her finger to me in a come hither motion.

  I finally got it, and I was drawn up to my feet and over to her.

  Naomi gently plucked the glass out of my hand and set it off to one side, then she took me by the hand and drew me into the bedroom.

  Her bedroom was small, containing only her bed and not much else. We moved into the space before she turned on me and stepped a step closer. She was almost touching me with her body now, and I looked down between us to see the space so achingly close, to see her nipples almost grazing my chest.

  She drew my face up to look at her, curiosity was written all over her face.

  “You're a good man, aren't you?” she asked with a note of astonishment, as if she hadn't met anyone like me before, “That's so...”

  She didn't finish her words. I never knew what she thought.

  Naomi kissed me instead, closing the gap between us and pressing her lips against mine. My hands held out to either side in shock as she mumbled something into my mouth and came alive against me. She was wriggling with excitement, always so excited about things like this.

  Her arms slid over my shoulders and down to my wrists. She gripped them and drew them to her body, placing them on her hips and then sliding them back and down over her ass.

  Her skin felt smooth and soft and warm, and my hard cock throbbed in my pants. I knew she felt it, she squirmed against it and once my hands were on her ass she pushed them back onto my body and slid them down between us to cup my bulge in my jeans and squeeze.

  I moaned for her and her tongue took the opportunity to slip into my mouth, she played against my tongue and that was the signal that made me come to life. The sign that made me know that this wasn't just a beautiful dream.

  My hands squeezed her ass and she squealed with delight.

  “There you are,” she said with a smile against my lips, resuming her kisses in an instant once the words were out.

  I grunted as she squeezed my cock harder, one of my hands traveling up her back and grasping the back of her neck. I pulled her into me with both of them, holding this woman who was so very out of my league tight to me to confirm to me that this was going to happen.

  “Oh god,” she moaned, feeling my body against hers, and I moved her backward and we fell onto the bed.

  We rolled for a moment trying to gain purchase. She wound up on top of me straddling my waist and she pressed against my chest and hovered for a moment over me, I took in the sight of her full and beautiful body for an instant, my hands tracing circles on her thighs as she scooted back on my thighs and her hands found my belt.

  I knew what was coming, what she had planned. I knew the moment she had me in her mouth I would lose control and spill over with my climax.

  This was likely the one shot I would ever have in my life with a woman as beautiful as this, and I wasn't going to waste it by leaving anything to chance.

  So I slid my hands up my thighs quickly and grasped her waist, taking a shot by spinning both of us as she fell to the bed with a squeal of surprise and I was on top of her and kissing her once more.

  “No,” I said firmly, pulling away and kissing her on her cheek, “Not yet.”

  I kissed down her neck and let my hands play up her body. I'd had more than my fair share of partners and I like to think I wasn't exactly inexperienced in the way of things, but I didn't know whether I could possibly be enough for a woman like her.

  Still I was determined to give it a good go, and determined to take my time enjoying every moment of this surprise passion as I made my way down to her collarbone and over the swell of her breasts. As I kissed her nipples and pulled them into my mouth and teased them with my tongue. As she moaned and hissed out yes as my lips and tongue and hands traveled further down, over the lines of her stomach and down between her long and smooth thighs that I pressed apart with my hands.

  I kissed her sex, pressing my face into it and tasting her sweetness. I kissed her once and then twice and then more, moving up and down the perfect slit she had and then focusing at the top of it. I pulled her clit into my mouth, pressing my tongue out to flick against her and please her, bringing my hand around to pull at the top of her and give me more access to everything.

  Tracing lines and passages on her clit. Letter by letter words of poetry to her as my other hand slid around and dipped into the slickness of her sex. I got my fingers wet and pushed them inside, finding a rhythm between her with my fingers that worked with the rhythm of my tongue as I told her stories without words, as I built the pleasure in her body.

  I couldn't hear anything and I was worried that I was disappointing her. She was so silent and though I could feel her body tightening I didn't have the confirmation that cries of passion would make definitive.

  But when I looked up at her face I could see why she was silent, because her face was a mask of passionate need tha
t was played out across her features. She was overcome, and I was the one to do that to her.

  Brow furrowed and hands clenched. Mouth open and lips trembling. Eyes open with unreal delight, with disbelief at the skill of the man that she had chosen.

  She loved it, and that made my heart swell with delight.

  Finally a cry ripped out of her throat, trembling past her lips and breaking in the air. It was a sound, guttural and animalistic but joined by words shortly afterwards as she cried out the truth of what she was feeling.

  “Oh fuck I can't believe it,” she told me, “Oh fuck that's good. Holy shit I can't believe you. God, where have you been hiding that I'd never... Never know...”

  Her hand reached out and gripped my head, holding me steady between her legs as if she needed me to continue and was worried I would pull away. I wasn't going anywhere though. I was going to keep going until I brought this woman to at least one climax, if not more afterwards.

  “Fuck don't stop,” she told me, her abdomen tightening beautifully, 'Don't fucking stop that! Oh fuck, I'm close. I've never... So fast... Oh god, I'm gonna! I'm gonna cum!”

  She gave one last tug on my hair and I doubled my pace as she screamed out her climax. I watched her eyes clench shut as a cry roared out of her, as her whole body tensed and began to shake. She clenched onto me, her sex around my fingers and her thighs around my head. Her hand tugging and holding me there as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her and my heart skipped a beat at the sight of it.

  At how beautiful she was to watch, at how much I needed to see this.

  I was hard and aching for release but this was better. Pleasing her was enough to sustain me and I didn't need anything else.

  Not that I would say no if offered.

  When she relaxed finally she slumped as if all the energy had been drained out of her. I kept going between her legs but she gasped out begging for release.

  “Enough,” she moaned, thrashing her head from side to side, “Can't take. Wait. Wait.”

  I got the message and pulled back, giving her one final kiss on her thigh as I pulled away and sat back to watch her. She was gloriously beautiful, her breasts rising and falling with her breath as she caught herself and when her eyes came to they fell on me with wonder.