I married my beautiful wife Kate almost a year ago, and I couldn't have been happier. She is 5'0", with perky 34B breasts and a tantalizing ass. We were both virgins when we met, and while I was no sexual genius, I liked to think I was a quick learner.
Kate's mother was coming to visit, and I was not looking forward to it. We had started dating back in high school, and even though we were now married, her mother, Becky, continued to treat me like I was still the pimple-faced kid on prom night. Still, I loved my wife and could put up with a few days of her mother.
Becky arrived Saturday morning and started checking out the apartment with Kate. They had talked about redecorating, and I was dutifully following along taking notes. When we reached the bedroom, Becky spoke up.
"You know dear, with some throw pillows and more vivid paint, this room could really be something." Becky offered. "And maybe the livelier dΓ©cor will help with some of your difficulties."
I had no idea what she was talking about. "Difficulties?" I asked. "Is there a problem with the room?"
Kate looked at me and then glanced at the ground. Her mother spoke up.
"Well Andrew, there isn't a problem with the room, exactly. I guess if Kate won't tell you, as her mother it's my job to tell you... you've been married almost a year now, and you haven't given her one orgasm."
"Mother!" Kate interjected.
"What?" replied Becky. "I'm not going to let my only daughter settle for lousy humping in her marriage. Now we can pretend it's not a problem or you can let me help you."
I was dumbfounded, "Mrs. Warner, I don't know what Kate's told you, but we're very happy."
"Oh please Andrew, have you really been buying my little Katie's performances? I told her never to fake it, because it clearly gave you some confidence you never should have had."
"Kate, is this true?" I asked.
"Well, I know you try to please me.... and I didn't want you to feel badly... " Katie stopped midsentence.
I was beet red. I promised that I would read some books and that Kate and I would communicate better. I just wanted it all to end.
"Well, I'm glad you want to improve, Andrew. Let's get started." Becky wouldn't let it go. "Come here Andrew. Kate, would you grab my bag from the hall?" Both Kate and I complied as Becky sat on the bed.