"C'mon, Mike," Stacy said. "Brittany said that the relationship quizzes are really good at helping married couples get to know each other better." The conversation had started because we had just finished watching a "Sex and the City The Movie."
"What?" I replied. "She's not even married!"
"But she got a new job working for one of the best marriage counselors in the city," she rebutted.
"So that makes her an expert too?" I shouldn't have said that, but too late.
"You see? This, right here... Uhh! She had a PhD in psychology... This is the reason... Every time we... Uhhh." She was so frustrated at my comment that she couldn't get her thoughts out of her mouth.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Look, all I'm trying to say is that I don't think we need a stupid relationship quiz to--" I could have finished that sentence, but I decided to stop before I got her really angry. Too late. I should have stopped that sentence four words earlier.
"STUPID? STUPID?" she screamed at the top of her longs. Too late. I should have stopped my sentence four words earlier. "Just because psychology isn't a hard science doesn't mean... Oh, to forget it!"
She was taking this whole thing way too seriously. She was becoming very emotional. Her facial expressions changed from one of frustration to despair, fear, and vulnerability.
"Look," she said softly after she calmed herself down. "I know you think this is silly, but I just don't want our marriage to turn into another statistic."
This time, I made the right decision and kept my mouth shut. She went into deep thought as her gorgeous eyes started to glisten and a teardrop started to form on her left eye. This, of course, meant only one thing. I had to somehow put up with taking the stupid relationship quiz. But I still kept silent. She opened her mouth to say something, but no sound came out as the teardrop started rolling down her beautiful face.
"I'll get you some water," I said as I headed to the kitchen, hoping that she will try to compose herself in my brief absence. When I returned to the bedroom with a got her a cup of ice-cold water, she had already changed into her usually sleeping attire--a very thin (almost translucent) white T-shirt that extends down to her mid-thigh region. She had washed the tears off her face, but she was looked despondent. She thanked me softly as she took the cup of water from my hand and brought it slowly to her mouth, but somehow missed her mouth in her fragile state. Ice cold water cascaded down her chin and neck and all over the front of her T-shirt. The T-shirt became transparent as her nipples almost immediately reacted to the cold water. Even though we were in the middle of an argument, seeing her voluptuous double D braless breasts and her sexy black panties through her now soaking wet T-shirt had an immediate effect on me. (I was already a bit horny because of the threesome scene from the movie we had just seen. All of a sudden it, occurred to me that I wouldn't be getting any if I don't do something fast. Of course, this made me even more horny.
Luckily for me, a splash of cold water at bedtime is an immediate mood changer. She snapped out of her somber mood as I quickly got her a towel.
While she was taking a hot shower to warm herself up, I decided to take the initiative and search up a relationship quiz on the internet. This way, I can read through the questions ahead of time and be prepared.
I came across a quiz that was obviously mislabeled "Relationship Quiz, when it should have said Sex Quiz." This was perfect! I quickly hit the back button twice on the browser as she came back to the bedroom from her shower.
"What are you doing on your laptop?" She asked sternly. "It's bedtime."
I had the perfect response. "I thought about what you said, and changed my mind. I am looking for a website for a relationship quiz we can take together." I typed some to gibberish on the keyboard and clicked on the forward button of the browser once.
Intrigued, she leaned over my shoulder to look at the laptop. My plan couldn't have gone better. She be pointed at the exact link that was mislabeled and said, "Click that one." In her excitement to point at the screen, her towel fell to the floor; my penis instantly stood up at attention to see her voluptuous freshly-showered nude body next to me with her chubby breasts hanging so close to my face as she leaned in to point at the screen. I immediately clicked on the link as she instinctively picked up the towel while keeping her eyes on the screen at her utter disbelief that I actually decided to take the Relationship Quiz.
"Let's make a deal," I said as she started to cover up her sexy curves with her towel. "We take the quiz, but you have to take leave the towel off."
"OK," she said as she looked down at my erection. "Note to self," she continued, "the best way to win an argument with my dear husband is to undress."
I felt a little guilty about ensnaring her into my two like this, but my erection vetoed my guilt.
We started the quiz. It actually did start out a little relationshippy. But soon, it moved to the sex questions.
The second question read: Be very honest no matter how embarrassing, what part of sex do you enjoy most? Each of you have to write your answer on a separate piece of paper then have it to your partner to read. Remember to be honest. Don't just put down what you think your partner wants to hear. It is okay to be selfish for this question. Also, use crude rather than proper language when you write the response (for example, dick and pussy instead of penis and vagina.) Please also be understanding of what your partner writes.
I put down the obvious answer, "cumming."
I started to feel really guilty when I read what she put down, "your hot cum in my pussy."
I picked up the towel and covered her up and gave her loving hug and kiss. She gave me that look of "I told you so!" and proceeded to click on the Next Question button.
The next question read: Is there anything you have wanted to try sexually with your partner but were to shy to ask? Write down one thing and exchange papers with your partner. Remember, be honest. Also, pretend you did not see the answer to the previous question.
A look of embarrassment came over her face. "Maybe you were right," she said nervously. "We don't have to do this."
I had no idea what to say. After a few seconds of deafening silence, she said, "No! Let's keep going."
I wrote, "One night of denial for me. I make you cum with my fingers or my mouth, then quickly put my dick in your pussy. But before I can cum, you stop me. You tell me to take me dick out of your pussy until I make you cum again without my dick.."
I was so nervous about her reaction that I forgot to read her response.
"Oh, really?" she said in disbelief. "you need to be honest, remember?"
"Yes. I am being honest."
"Really? And how did you plan on giving me my second orgasm?"
"Well. That is the part I didn't want to write. I know that it your body is to sensitive to be touched after you have an orgasm. I also know that the only way you can have a second orgasm immediately after the first one is with my dick in your pussy. So, that means, I would have to wait till your body isn't sensitive anymore."
"Correct, but your not being honest. You said yourself that the part that you like best about sex is 'cumming'."
"I am being honest. I am just leaving the rest of the fantasy out."
She looked at me impatiently and said, "Tell me the rest. Better yet, get naked and tell me the rest."
I obliged her. I took off my clothes off in front of her with my penis still fully erect (even though he gorgeous body was covered with the towel still).