Dear Reader,
I hope you enjoy New Beginning. As with most of my work, it is part true, part fantasy. I enjoy your letters and feedback. Thanks, Hope you cum.
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I glanced at her in the mirror while tying my tie. She was across the room and standing at a three quarter profile to me, adjusting the back of an earring. She was in her bra and panties, and stood with her legs slightly parted concentrating on her effort. I smiled a small smile to myself. It had been four years since "I've seen her like this. We live together, sleep together, but we never let each other see one another. Let me explain. Several years ago, she began to gain weight. She hated if I mentioned it, so I didn't. I wanted to avoid fights. We had stopped having sex six months earlier. I refused to continue asking and waiting for it. I had no interest in fooling around outside our marriage, it just wasn't worth the pain and anguish. Her weight gain thereafter only insured that I would not come looking for intimacy. The more she gained, the farther apart we grew. We never spoke of it, we just grew to understand. If I needed relief a few times a month, no matter, I was no stranger to my own hand. Sometimes my orgasms by myself were more intense than with her anyway. Now, four years and who knows how many jerk offs later, she has realized what we have done, and she knew it was about the weight. She decided to reverse the trend, and for four months now has been on strict regimen of vegetables and protein. She has transformed her obese self about seventy five percent back to where she was five years ago. I have gained a few pounds also in the last year, but only by ten percent, not like her fifty percent weight gain. She has not stood in the same room with me for several years in this state of undress, she obviously feels proud of her accomplishment, and wants to show me the result so far. I'll admit, I get a little aroused now when I see her. She has been going to the gym also in an attempt to tighten the skin up as well. I can tell that she has gone back to good grooming of her hair and nails, her pubis also seems to be neater beneath her panties.
"How late are you working today?" I ask.
" Only until six, do you want to eat out?"
"No, I'll just have the chicken left over."
We talk small talk, then she puts on her uniform, kisses me goodbye and runs out the door.
Several weeks and several pounds later, on a Friday night, she calls me to the bedroom.
"Hey, sit down." I sit on the bed.
" What are you doing later?" She asks. I know that she is trying to win me back.
"What did you have in mind?"
"How about we meet here at ten and see what happens."
" Sounds like fun." I say.
"I miss you," she says
"I know. I've missed you too,"
"Have you?"
"Sure why would you think otherwise?"
"You never said so, it's been years."
"You know why. Why pretend you don't know?"
"I know, I'm trying."
"I know you are, and you're doing wonderfully."
"What else do I need to do?"
"Nothing, you're doing it. But I'll tell you this; "I won't be a giver to a taker. I will only give what I get in return. I spent too many years giving love to you and being frustrated. It wasn't worth it to me anymore. That's why I quit. I will only give back what I get. The more you give, the more I will return."
"What does that mean?"
"It means you have to be an active partner with me, not passive."
"Ok, I'll try."
"I know you will. Will you want some wine at ten?"
"Yes, wine will be nice."
"Ok, I'm going to finish my chapter." I'm trying to write a short story.
At nine thirty, I hear the shower in out bathroom. I have used a separate bathroom for
Nearly five years.
I go to mine, and shower also. I have brought in a pair of boxer shorts and a robe.
At ten I went downstairs for the wine, then returned to our bedroom and closed the door. She had lit two candles in the bedroom. There was no other light on. She was lying across the bed in a shiny satin gown.
