This is a true story of an event that happened to me about thirty-five years ago. It was one of those amazing incidents that will live in my mind forever. First let me set it up for you.
I was alone this night. My wife of thirty years was staying overnight in the city with a bunch of office friends. It was cool, you know. She needed a night off anyway. We'd been having marital problems for the last few months. Now, while things seemed to be improving since we began marriage counseling, recently, we have backslid into resentment. She has been menopausal and vaguely unhappy with everything and everybody. That is except sex. Our sex was great and lately it was gourmet. In fact, I had taken her in the shower just this morning and made her hum. Not bad for a Viagra-free fifty-six year old.
Given all of this, I was now wandering around the mall in no rush to go home to an empty house. I was looking for a little something for my wife and had already passed through Victoria's Secret. I bought her a little sleep teddy of silk and I knew she'd like it. The marriage counselor had suggested that I do little things. He also suggested that I keep revving up our sex by doing things differently - by adding spice. It was this thought that brought me into Border's at around seven p.m.
I was thinking of just looking through sex manuals and books for a new idea. I found the "Relationships/Sexuality" section in the back. It was in a quiet corner of the store and there was a small bench under a pool of light. I was alone. I began to pull books out and go through them. Some were very graphic and pictorial and some were very clinical and boring. I went for the graphic.
I found myself reading about oral sex techniques. (My wife loves my tongue and I enjoy making her cum with it more than anything in the world. On several occasions over the years, she has flooded my mouth with copious fluid. The scent alone can make me cum.) I figured I could always use a new tip or two and the book was wonderfully graphic, with color photos of beautiful vaginas and little black arrows and patterns. I found myself getting a bulge. I looked around to see if I was still alone when a young woman came from around the bookshelf into my aisle. I quickly took the book and sat down on the bench to read it. I adjusted my black leather jacket to obscure my erection.
She had her back to me as she moved along the books coming to rest in front of me where the Sexuality books were. She appeared to be in her mid to late thirties, blonde, not a bad figure but a little hippy - just a typical suburban soccer mom. I noticed her choice of reading was a new sex guidebook by one of the stars of "Sex In The City" whose name I forget. I went back to my pictures of pussies.
After about five minutes or so, she was reaching for a book when the ones she was holding all fell to the floor. I put my book down and went to help her retrieve them. One book she scooped up and held was a guide to sex written by a gay man and directed toward married women. I looked at her and saw her wedding band immediately. Somewhat surprised, I saw her notice mine. I said to her, "Marriage is a bitch, isn't it?" She laughed and the tension was broken. Looking at the title in her hands and then to my book, she asked, "So what are you reading?" I picked up my book and showed her the page of cunnilingual lessons. I said, "I'm looking for a new technique or two so I can send my wife to the stars."
"Oooh. Lucky her. My marriage counselor told me to come up with some new tricks. He said it could make my husband attentive again." She said this calmly and informatively but there was a trace of disappointment in her voice.
"Well, my marriage counselor suggested that I keep spicing things up, that it would help to relax my wife and easy her current depression." Pointing to one of the illustrations, I said, "Whatever it takes, you know. It's my pleasure."
She sat down on the bench next to me. She looked like she needed a friend. "I don't know," she said, "He complains about the way I go down on him so I thought I might read up on it. This looks like the right book for the job. You know, whatever it takes..."
I took the book from her hands and flipped to pictures and descriptions of blow jobs and tongue techniques. Fortunately, my stiffy was not noticeable under my coat.
"It looks like the right technique to me," I said and added jokingly, "and I am an expert in the receiving end." She laughed. "So what are you doing wrong?" She looked at me for a moment or two, kind of sizing me up and asked if I would like to join her for some coffee. Sure, why not, I figured.
We got our coffee at the bookstore coffee bar and sat down. "Don't you have to get home to your wife?"
"No, she's in the city tonight with the girls...staying over. I'm just bopping around buying her things like this (I lifted the teddy from the bag) and looking for oral sex tips."
"Your wife is so lucky. I wish my guy was so attentive. He's just so wrapped up in work and the kids sports...I seem to be pushed aside. The counselor said this was one way to get him back."
"Don't you have to go home to them?"
"No. He and the boys are in Cooperstown for the weekend. I have a seminar to attend tomorrow. So I'm here, same as you. Can I ask you something? Does your wife give you good blow jobs? What makes them good? I wish I knew what I'm missing here."
"The answer is yes, she gives me great head...yes, she enjoys it a lot and has always loved to swallow, as to what makes them good...? These days, she is still attentive to me, though my wife seems to hate or resent me, her oral is still good...sorry, I don't want to add to your unhappiness by sharing mine. What does your husband say? What does he want you to do?
"He's not very vocal about it and, to tell you the truth, neither am I."
