I woke up that Friday morning to a day like every other. I was up at my normal 4:00am to get ready to go to the mill and put in my normal 14-hour day. My wife, as usual, rolled over and growled at me, sick of hearing the alarm at that time of the morning. I'm surprised we don't sleep in two different rooms!
It was only going to be my 12th long day in a row, leaving me with a free weekend. This was, again, the norm. In order to get a great paycheck, one has to work! Plus, there was a great benefit to this kind of a schedule and where I work: I'm just 6 short years away from retirement at age 50!
My day at the mill is strenuous. I'm an engineering manager, so I don't actually work the machines. Instead I supervise the department and all its workers. I have to deal with all of the issues on our older machines that pop up every day. I also try to help motivate the union employees to actually do something while they are being paid to be at work. Meetings, planning, and application. In other words, I am constantly moving for whatever time I'm working.
My wife Carol is a stock broker and under constant pressure. Her firm is constantly pushing her to bring in as much as possible, and with her personality she is more than up for the challenge! Unfortunately her competitive spirit didn't end at work. In the beginning of our relationship it was a real turn on to have someone as energetic and motivated as her, but as the years went on and my job drained me more and more every day, it became a liability.
Our two children are out of college and stable in their own lives. We were high school sweethearts and parents before graduation; married with a bulge. I went to the mill right out of school and she went to college. Living with her parents helped in raising our first child, and even more when she became pregnant with our second. She went on a better birth control after that, one that was implanted in her arm. I also went to school, but after being at the mill for a year so they'd pay most of the bill.
Needless to say income isn't much of an issue between us. I'm never around to spend it, but she is since she's trying to live the lifestyle of a successful stock broker. Arguments frequently erupted about her spending habits, but since she was still only spending a portion of what she took in they never went too far.
The biggest problem between us was the lack of time we spent together. Two successful adults constantly working and/or sleeping (the real sleep) took its toll. When the kids were around I spent as much as time as I could in their lives. Now that they're gone things are different. Vacations that we do take are almost sterile. The romance seems to be dead and we're just going through the motions.
It's surprising we haven't talked about separation but neither of us, I suspect, really wants to go down that path. It's almost like that episode of Night Court where an 80-something-year old couple that fought tooth and nail came up before Judge Stone. He asked them why they don't get a divorce and they replied, "We're waiting for the children to die!"
Sex was...sparse to ultra rare. If you're asking why I don't call it "making love" then you haven't been reading! Carol had her drawer full of toys and I assume she used them when I wasn't around. Regina and Levina (think about it) visited me once in a while but seriously, I was too tired to employ their services often.
In other words, we were stale and growing moldy. Having a weekend off wasn't even enough to do more than make me excited for sleep. So when I returned home that Friday and found my excited wife begging me to go out with her that night I was less than enthused. The dress she was wearing, however, piqued my interest.
"Jim, we need to do something! We barely spend any time together anymore!"
"And you think that going to some overcrowded, noisy bar is going to change that?"
"This place is different. It's quieter and filled with successful people. You'll enjoy it! Come on!?"
She stood there in her, I assume, new dress seductively wiggling at me. Her right leg was raised slightly and crossed a bit over her left. Her chest was puffed out and straining to remain covered. The dress was spectacular! It was an elegant, black strapless one which was wrapped tightly around her lithe, small body. Thin, short, and showing every curve, including her large breasts and outlines of her nipples, it was very enticing. Her sides were bare, and a few moments later I found out her lower back was also bare. The hem came to just below her hips. Her dark hair was done up with clips in a very seductive way. Her hands were clasped in a classic prayer formation, twisting left and right, and she was biting her lip.
She never needed my permission to go out and enjoy herself and frequently did so without me. So somehow this begging was turning me on.
"I won't be much company tonight. Are you sure you'd want to drag me along?"
"It's a special night. You WILL be perfect company tonight and enjoy yourself, I promise!"
She was still keeping her begging stance and it finally got to me. "Fine. I might need some coffee in me to last a bit."
"We'll see... I have your clothes out for you on the bed. Go and shower...we leave in an hour!"
"We'll see? I may need the coffee to keep me awake in the shower!"
"GO!"
There she was, the boss in her own mind! I trudged to the bedroom, stripping off as I went but careful as always to no throw my clothing around. In the bedroom I saw what she had selected for me. A black shirt, slacks, and suit coat. The bed was made and the comforter was missing. She must have been in a hurry changing the sheets.
"Dear, are we going to a surprise funeral?" I called out to her.
"Shut up and get ready!"
"Ma'am, yes ma'am!" I yelled back. I wasn't sure what to make of this change in her attitude. It was surprising and very refreshing. I was suddenly a little worried about what she had in store. I hoped that I could last at least some of the night.
15 minutes later I was drying off and walking over to get dressed. Carol caught me. "Uh-uh!! Go and shave!"
"Do I really need to?" My beard was slow growing and I only had a 5-day shadow, so some stubble.
"Yes! Now snap to it!"
"If you insist..." I went to the sink and lathered up as Carol ripped off my towel. "Enjoying yourself?"
She answered by reaching out to caress my member. "You might say that!"
"What's gotten into you?"
"Nothing... yet!" she said with a flirtatious smile while starting to stroke me.
"If you want me to do this without blood you might want to let me concentrate."
She just looked at me thoughtfully, still stroking me for a moment, looking back and forth between the razor and my crotch. I almost thought she was going to drop right there, but she finally let go. I guess her plans were more important. "Ok, get ready!"
She turned to leave the room but stopped at the door. I saw her arms move and she turned around with her phone in the air. I stood straight to protest and didn't even get a word out when I heard the electronic shutter noise as she took a picture and skipped quickly out of the room.
