She was in a 'mood' when we got home from the party.
Earlier in the car as she drove us home, she had asked: "What kind of man are you? What kind of man would embarrass his wife like that in front of her boss and co-workers? One glass of champagne goes to your head?...INCREDIBLE!"
We rode the rest of the way in silence.
My head was spinning. Not from 'one glass of champagne' but because I didn't think I had said anything wrong. During the party, she finally introduced me to her boss, Mr. B – that's what he liked to be called – so all I said was, "Jennifer's been working really hard for that promotion, Mr. B." That was it! That's all I said -- what is so bad about that?
In the bedroom, I watched as she stripped and admired herself in the mirror. She still had a fantastic body. When she saw me staring, she slipped on her long, cotton nightgown. I stripped down to my boxers – that's how I slept every night.
She pulled back the bedspread on the king-sized bed in the middle of the room and climbed into bed. I went to the corner of the room where I slid into my single bed. Yes, I know, it was a rather odd arrangement, but she insisted. I turned out the light.
In the darkness she said: "You owe me! You owe me big-time! Get over here!"
I knew my way there in the darkness, and I knew what I'd find. She'd tossed the bedspread to the side, and raised her nightgown to her waist. Her feet rested on the mattress spread wide apart. I got on my knees between her legs.
I gently caressed her thighs as I lowered my face to her waiting vagina. The familiar scent of her pussy gave me a hard-on. I kissed the length of her pussy then stuck out my tongue. I slowly licked her slit – up-and-down – up-and-down. She began moaning.
My thumbs pulled apart the lips of her sex and my tongue lapped up her juices. When my tongue made contact with her clitoris her body spasmed. She had a long clit and I worked it with my lips and tongue. I felt her move above me and knew she was stroking her breasts and pinching and rolling her nipples. Her hips pushed urgently at my sucking mouth. I nibbled on her clit.
"Oh God – Oh God – OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH...."
Her juices flowed into my mouth. I swallowed. I worked her pussy until her hands pushed my head away. She was panting for air.
I hadn't moved. Finally she said: "I know that nasty thing of yours is hard. I don't want to hear you – go take care of it in the bathroom."
I knew my way to the bathroom in the dark, too.
Instead of the main light switch, I flipped on the lamp with the red light bulb. She used that lamp when she sat back and enjoyed a bubble bath. I sat on the loveseat beside the clothes hamper. We had a very large bathroom – she had insisted on it.
I reached into the hamper and found the silken panties she had worn that night. I pushed down my boxers and wrapped my panty-covered hand around my throbbing cock. If she knew what I was doing with her panties she'd go ballistic! She wouldn't find out though – I did all the laundry.
I stroked my hard cock with her panties. I thought about 'the old days', before she became an executive with Mr. B's global corporation.
We had met in college. I was naïve and inexperienced – she wasn't! I took it slow. She became impatient.
One cloudless, moonlit night she directed me to a place where other college kids went to park. We sat in the car overlooking a large, shimmering lake. She moved beside me. My penis grew stiff without even touching her. We kissed. She ran her hands over me. She guided my hand to her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra. I was excited.
She unbuttoned her blouse and her magnificently full, rounded breasts came into view. I caressed and fondled her breasts with my hands. She pulled my head downward, and I kissed and licked the milky flesh. I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked at it – my teeth nipping gently at it. Then I took her other nipple in my mouth.
Her hand had found the bulge in my pants and squeezed and stroked the outline of my throbbing member. I sucked her hard nipples in my mouth. Her hand moved quickly on my penis. I couldn't hold back any more: I groaned and came in my pants. She never let me forget it. Whenever she became irritated with me she would put me down by saying: "Well, don't cum in your pants over it!"
My hand was now vigorously masturbating my cock. The panties felt wonderful on my flesh. My head fell backwards, my mouth open. I groaned softly; I didn't want to wake her. My cock shot load-after-load of hot cum into her panties. God, it felt good!
I wiped my penis clean with her panties then tossed them back into the hamper. I turned out the light and made my way back to bed.
She was snoring very lightly. I fell asleep right away.
I was the first to wake up – I always was. I threw on a robe and went to the kitchen to make coffee. I heard her get up and move about. When I heard her shut off the shower, I placed two English muffins in the toaster, and laid a banana on the kitchen table. I lightly buttered the muffins, and spread strawberry marmalade on them.
She looked fantastic when she appeared in the kitchen. Very professional looking. Her blonde hair tied back, and she wore a smart, and somewhat-sexy business suit: her breasts pushed against the silken fabric of her beige blouse. She knew how to play the corporate game!
She didn't speak to me. She was still angry from last night. She ignored my small talk, finished her breakfast then was off to work.
I set about doing my chores. I retrieved our clothes hampers and started two loads of laundry – separately, of course, she wouldn't allow me to inter-mingle our clothes.
I dusted and swept then used the vacuum cleaner. I barely heard the phone ring while I was vacuuming.
"Hello," I answered.
"Please stay on the line for Mr. B," the voice said, and I was put on hold.
What could he possibly want? I wondered. I waited a long time.
"Hello, John?" I heard his voice – it was him!
"Y-yes, sir," I said.
"John, I was wondering if you would join me for lunch today. I'd like to discus something of importance with you," his voice sounded serious.
"Ah...yeah, sure, I..." He cut me off.
"Good! Barry will tell you where and when. Goodbye!"
'Barry' came on the line. He told me the name of the restaurant and the time I should be there, and he added that I should be there early, "You don't keep Mr. B waiting!" He sounded like a snot. Then he hung up.
Lunch with Mr. B! What could he possibly want with me? Did this have something to do with what I said last night? I decided I wouldn't tell Jennifer.
It was already late morning and I was a little nervous about the meeting. I showered and shaved, and decided to wear my best suit.
Who knows? I thought. Maybe I could somehow land a job with his company!
On the drive to the restaurant, I became excited at the prospect of working again. It had been over two years when my old company had laid me off ("Nothing personal – just business!"), and the economy hadn't gotten any better. Maybe if I were working, Jennifer would treat me like she used to – with respect!
She started working for Mr. B right out of college but, it wasn't until a couple years ago when things began to get 'weird'.
She and a few other executives had met with Mr. B. He stressed the importance of loyalty to the company over all else. He'd said to move up in his company, hard work came first, and family came second. He didn't say, but made it very clear that anyone who wanted to reach the highest positions in his company would be better off celibate. He went so far as to eliminate all birth control devices from the company insurance.
It was at that moment when Jennifer stopped having intercourse with me. She would still use her hands and mouth to satisfy me, but 'no fucking allowed' was the new policy! It wasn't much later when she came home from work completely irrational.
