“Bill has been on business. Usually we catch up in the evening to compare our days. It’s something we’ve always done. Then the other night, he refused my calls. I tried several times to reach him. Then I was working on balancing the checkbook and saw debit card charges to the S-P-A.”
“Spa? First of all, why are you spelling and second Wanda, what’s wrong with a man going to the spa?”
“Because he’s never been anywhere but to a barbershop in his life.”
“Okay, but what does that have to do with the spa?”
“You know how those spas for men are. They go for massages and get happy endings?” Just then the damn broke and tears fell from my eyes. “I don’t want anyone giving Bill a happy ending but me.”
“Okay honey. Before you go all crazy, did you call the spa to see what they do there?”
“Well, I would have but then I noticed a pill bottle in his bag. In all our years of marriage, I’ve never snooped through Bill’s things. I don’t know what had come over me.”
"Well tell us what was it."
"It was a prescription for Bactrim."
"So?"
"So? It’s used to treat STDs. Whatever he was up to, he seemed pretty pleased with himself. Then when he got in bed. He. He. He wore pajamas. It was like he's not attracted to me anymore. Everything I did he pushed away from me."
"Wait. I remember the doctor giving it to me once for a crazy UTI I got after—never mind, that’s a story for another day."
"If he was sick and went to the doctor why didn’t he just tell me?"
"Maybe he didn’t want you to worry?"
"Or maybe he didn’t want you to know what he’s been up to when he’s “traveling for work” " Melissa used air quotes to emphasis the word. “Levi started out that way with all of these extra trips he had to make for work and late dinners with clients. If I were you, I’d confront him right now.”
“No. I can’t. It hurts too much.”
“Wanda honey, you don’t even know if it’s true. You're just assuming and you know what they say about that.” She arched a brow at me.
“And if it is true, maybe it was a onetime thing and he’s sorry and it will never happen again. I’m not naïve, but he’s the love of my life and I don’t want to lose him. I need to do something big to remind him why we fell in love in the first place.”
“That’s the thing with other women, men stray because those women are willing to do things the wives aren’t. You need to pull out all of the stops.”
“I don’t really think Bill would be having an affair. He’s not like that.”
“Yeah, you’re preaching to the choir. I would have never assumed that my Levi would have done that either and look where it got me. Almost 40 and looking for a divorce attorney.”
“I still stand by the healing power of the blow job, it fixes everything. Unless that’s not your thing Wanda.”
“I never objected to doing it. It just...”
“What? We’ve all been there.”
“First of all, it takes so damn long, after 10 minutes my jaw hurts.”
“Well, if it takes that long maybe you aren’t doing something right.”
“Very funny. And after the toxic explosion I’m not looking forward to going there again.”
“I hate it when I’d give Levi a blow job. He’d stare at me throwing, me off. It’s not a porn show buddy. It’s a blow job. When he wasn’t doing that, he had this thing he’d do with his hands. He was always careful not to push down on my head but he’d end up stroking my hair like he was petting the dog.”
“Okay, we’re here for you and we’re going to help you do this.”
“You need a makeover. We’re going to take you from soccer mom to hot mom. Think about it. One of the biggest reasons why men stray is because they are looking for a change.”
“I agree.”
"Think about it. Back in the beginning, how were things in your relationship?"
"We need to start by giving you a great foundation."
"Well, are you wearing granny panties?"
"I wouldn’t call them that. I’d say it’s more like they’re more designed for comfort."
“Hmm, what does Wanda’s 40-year-old pussy taste like?”
“Depends.”
"Maybe we should order you some prunes for dessert."
"Stop, it I’m not old."
"Okay, then stop acting like it. You are no longer taking a backseat to the kids."
"Sexy underthings aren’t just for special occasions."
“But I don’t like butt floss. It's uncomfortable.” I protested.
“Okay Wanda. You need to make a choice. How far are you willing to go to save your marriage?”
Chapter 7- Bill
I hated lying to Wanda. Well, I didn’t exactly lie but I supposed the admission of truth is a lie all of its own. God, I reasoned my way out of this situation like a teen who got busted after missing curfew.
Clothes made the situation worse. I had work that I could do remotely from a hotel room for the next two weeks while my dick healed and peeled. I don’t know what felt worse. It burned like I was getting blown by one of the dragons from the Game of Thrones. I decided the less things that came in contact with the skin, the quicker I would heal.
Not only did clothes hurt but so did erections. There was no way to be at home sleeping beside Wanda without an erection.
Then my mind took me to the last night at the house when she reached over to play with him and he jerked away. If she only knew how bad it hurt. Even the gentlest touch hurt like a bee sting. The way she looked, when she bent over. Fuck. It happened again. The pain as my balls constricted. All I needed to do was get some sleep.
Over the next three days the skin started peeling off. Now my dick was a mix of redness, pimples and small cuts to the skin.
I ended up making another return visit to the drug store to get the powder and steroid prescription refilled. I bought enough snack foods to keep me from leaving the room. If I needed to order room service, I could just wrap a towel around long enough to get it.
Later that day, after dinner, I called it a night. Back in my room I settled in to find something to watch on the TV. That’s when I saw it- Empty Nesters. It re-aired. A show that was previously recorded.
I listened to all the suggestions the talk show host made and even allowed myself to imagine my shy Wanda letting go of her inhibitions and trying a few of them.
I jumped from the bed and decided to give her a call. I listened as the phone rang several times without an answer. Maybe she turned in early or was out having dinner with a couple of her friends. It hurt to think that when I was on the road I didn’t know where she was or what she was doing. Maybe for far too long I had taken her for granted. Well now I’m going to make it all up to her.
I stared at the phone one more time looking at the pictures of my sweetheart on my phone. I thought back to the time of my life pre-kids. How we were basically kids ourselves when we married. Even further, I thought about my life when we first met. I knew she was the one.
Yes, I was sexually frustrated at times, but our life was good. We still connected with quickies here and there. It wasn’t my first choice but at least we were still making time for some semblance of a healthy sex life.
I was going to make it up to her, As soon as I can.
***
Now that things were finally healed down there, I decided to go back and act like we were newlyweds. That was it. I needed to start at the beginning.
I kept thinking about what the talk show host said. I refused to think that could happen to Wanda and me. She was the best gift giver ever. Each birthday or Christmas, she surprised me with the most amazing gifts. She needed the ultimate surprise. I remembered when we married there wasn't much money for a honeymoon. We graduated college and entered our marriage with a large amount of student loans.
I wanted a weekend in the
Poconos and she wanted Jamaica. It wasn't possible to do it once we started raising a family. That's what we needed to do.
I enlisted the help of the travel company we used at work.
Chapter 8- Bill
"What is that getup you have on? Is this some kind of joke?” I asked.
“Nothing, it's just nothing.” Wanda said and wrapped the robe back around her body. I could tell that was not the reaction she was expecting.
Embarrassed, she ran to the bathroom and shut the door and locked it.
When I ran after her, I stood in awe as I entered the bedroom. The plain white walls now had splashes of color. The drab curtains had been changed out too. The bed was made up with a new cover that matched the curtains and thick pillows were placed on top.
When I got to my side of the bed, I saw a picture of us from our wedding day. I smiled when I looked at the picture and my mind went back to that day. We were so young and in love. I put the picture back down and turned to look at the candles that were lit throughout the space, giving it a warm romantic glow.
“Damn it.” I winced, realizing that I ruined the surprise she had planned for me.
I walked to the bathroom and paused, pressing my hand to the door. I tried to think of a way to undo the damage I had done. How could I apologize and give her the night she imagined?
“Baby. I’m sorry open the door.”
“It’s fine. It was a stupid idea. Why don’t you pick up a pizza or something for dinner? I haven’t cooked.”
She stepped outside of the bathroom, dressed for bed. Her eyes were puffy from the tears she had cried. She walked around to the table and blew out each of the candles.
I went into the bathroom to take a shower and brush my teeth. I glanced over at the trash can and saw that not only had she thrown away the robe and the lingerie, she also thrown out the make-up she had bought. I really f'd this up. Why didn’t I just keep his mouth shut?
It had been four months since we last made love and I wondered if we ever would again. I'd heard of how things changed for women after they raised a family and especially when the kids had grown and left the nest. I didn’t want them to end up like the Diehl’s, who stopped having sex all together. Or like the Stevens, who eventually got to the point where they couldn’t stand to be in the same room together and got divorced last year.
I still loved her as much as I did the day I first saw her. I climbed into bed and slid up behind her draping my left arm around her middle. I would make this right and show her just how much I still wanted and desired her. It was amazing that she was willing to do all of this for him. Even her hair smelled of lavender and vanilla, the same scent from the candles that burned earlier. I pressed my body closer behind hers and inhaled. The smell of her hair and skin so sexy, so feminine turned me on. I felt myself get hard just from the close proximity.
Chapter 9- Wanda
I felt his hard erection pressing into my back. I laid there pretending to be asleep but I felt as if I was going to jump out of my skin. Knowing that I could still warrant this reaction from him by just being near him was a great relief. It was also a comfort to know he was just as virile as he was in his younger days.
So many of their friends like the Diehl’s had to depend on the use of a little blue pill in order to have sex. And after Nick began treatment for his type 2 diabetes and blood pressure, the blue pill stopped being an option.
I felt my breath hitch when Bill pressed himself harder against me pushing his hips up causing his cock to beg entrance between my cheeks. His hand wandered up my belly and found my breast.
I felt the desire build inside me coiling around my belly tightly like a snake. I wanted to forget the events of earlier that night and allow him to take me. It had been far too long and I was in need of release.
His touch could do that for me. Alone in the house, she wouldn’t have to worry about making noise and the kids hearing the activity inside their bedroom.
When his thumb gently traced the hard bud of my nipple I felt the dampness start between my legs. Pride being what it was and the fact that he had shattered my confidence and embarrassed me, I refused to respond. Instead, I thought of changing diapers and the recipe for my spice cake to distract me from succumbing to him.
“I’ve let myself go I know.”
“What are you talking about? You have an amazing body.”
“Really? What is your favorite part?"
“Your breasts of course?”
“C’mon they used to be nice when I was younger. Now all they are, are misshapen balls of fat.”
“No they aren’t. I think you have amazing tits.” Bill reached over and cupped them in his hands as if he were measuring and weighing them. “These beautifully round, full breasts of yours are amazing.” He leaned down and planted a kiss on my chest. “I loved watching how they changed as you carried each of our children.” He moved his head to gently kiss the other side. “They remind me of roses.”
I felt slightly embarrassed from his compliment. “Why is that?”
“First of all, the color.” He bent his head down to lick along the pink circle. “Your areolas are the perfect shade of pink.”
“Second, is how soft they are, just like petals of a beautiful rose.” He used his thumbs to run them over the top contours of them brushing past my nipples.
“Third, they blossom at my touch just like a rose.”
“Lastly, your perfectly erect nipples remind me of thorns that enhance the beauty of the rose.”
His tongue flicked at the buds and when he gently tugs one of them through his teeth, my head rolled back and I let out a moan.
“Bill that feels so good.” I hissed. “Don’t forget to spread the love, the other one is jealous.”
I dug my hand into his hair urging him on.
Chapter 10- Bill
When I pull back, she is staring at me with eyes full of lust. If I didn’t know any better, I would swear her breasts were staring at me also with the same want and need.
I drop to my knees before her, watching them rise and fall as she breaths.
My hands cup the lobes together until her nipples are centimeters apart. I open my mouth and suck. I suck and lick with desperation.
“Oh, Bill!” Wanda rakes her fingers through my salt and pepper colored hair. She could feel the orgasm building and building.
I knew the moment when she found release, as she pulled on the strands of my hair so hard I swore she pulled some out by the roots.
“Oh God Bill, please, please I need you inside me now.”
“Not yet, that’s not how we’re going to do this. Tell me what you want you dirty girl.”
I wanted her to say the words but I didn’t think she could say it. The words I so desperately wanted to hear. If she would only utter the words, I would soothe the ache that was tormenting her deep inside.
“C’mon Wanda, tell me what you want.” I said quickly and placed both nipples in my mouth once again increasing her arousal.
Despite her unwillingness to verbalize her desire, I knew what she wanted, what she needed from me.
I pulled the nipples out of my mouth and trailed small kisses down her belly not stopping until I reached her sex.
“This is silly Wanda, even if you won’t tell me your body betrays you. I can see how bad you want me.”
My fingers reached down to find her clit. They slid through her moist lips and when I found the small button I began to lightly caress it.
“Wanda, I can smell how much you want me.”
She smelled of lavender and sex and as I inhaled her aroma it grew increasingly hard to keep my control. I wanted to bend this woman over the closest thing and bury myself deep inside of her until neither of us could stand.
Instead, I put her needs above my own. I still needed to make up for the other night.
“Lean back.” She leaned back placing her hands on the edge of the sink for support.
/> I gently lifted her leg and allowed it to rest on my shoulder. I sucked in her delicious soft skin. I lapped up every bit of her wetness, it was like honey to me. This sexy woman was mine. I missed her so much and was thankful for the opportunity to take her like this without stress or worry.
I showed her with every tease of my mouth and nose how much I wanted to be inside her. The leg that was draped over my shoulder began to move. She pressed it into my back running it up and down my spine pulling him in deeper.
My cock twitched and ignited a fire in my balls causing my body to shudder and I knew I couldn’t wait much longer to have her.
This wasn’t a time for rough harsh dirty words, I needed to shower her with sweet nothings.
“Your body is so beautiful Wanda.”
My tongue takes a lazy trail around the edges of her center, traveling deeper until it reaches the apex of her center. This time when she screams, I can taste the difference and know that she is ready.
This taste is more acidic than her earlier scent and enticing nonetheless. With hands back in my hair again she slowly entices me to give her what she desires.
She holds on to me for dear life as she rocks her hips forward. She shudders again and I hold onto her as it subsides.
Her voice is husky and low. “Please. Please fuck me Bill.”
“Harder Bill Harder!" She demanded. I tried to be gentle and didn’t want to hurt her but the more she cried out to me, the harder it was for me to slow my pace.
“Harder.” She whispered, “Harder.” She says in pants.
Not wanting this to be over, I rolled us over so that she was now on top.
I could feel her warmth and wetness everywhere. I reached down to trouble her clit once more as she massaged her walls against me. With eyes intently on me, Wanda’s mouth remained opened and not a word escaped. The only sounds she emitted were moans and cries of pleasure in between pants.
“Looks like we’ve still got it.” I say and smack her ass. “Was there ever any doubt.?” She gets off the bed and shimmies her hips as she struts to the doorway.
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