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Tales From The Couch #1 - My Wife's Secret [m/f]
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
This story is the first in the TALES FROM THE COUCH series. The series is
a diary of torrid tales revealed in confidence to a leading sex psychologist.
(The names have been changed, of course!)
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When we first married I worked nights and went to school in the daytime.
Dawn sold sportswear for one of the big manufacturers in the garment center.
Except for weekends, lunch was the only time we saw each other.
On our first month anniversary, I arrived twenty minutes early to our favorite
restaurant on Seventh Avenue and 37th St. I sat at the end of the counter
reading John Grisham's `The Firm' when I heard someone mention
Dawn Parker, my wife's maiden name. There were three men sitting at a table
near the counter. I quit reading.
One man said, "I'm telling you Dawn got married a month ago."
"She couldn't have," the second man said. "She's still working for that asshole
Jerry. I know because I fucked her last night in the hotel suite he keeps for
parties. He was throwing a party for his new fall line. Dawn
greeted me at the door wearing a garter belt and stockings. I followed her into
the bedroom and fucked her before I even said hello to anyone else at the party.
I know I wasn't the first, either. Then I fucked her again
before I left. Unfortunately, four of five other guys had screwed her by then and
I could hardly feel her.
The third man spoke up, "Maybe her husband doesn't know what she does."
The first man spoke again, "Everybody knows what she does. Lots of girls
screw here to get ahead, but Dawn's in a class by herself."
The second man replied, "Listen Nick, I don't see how he wouldn't know. She
was still there when I left at nine-thirty last night. You know Jerry's parties last
until about ten. She works almost all of them. How
would she explain working both night and day to her husband?"
Nick admitted he had no answer for that. "Are you sure she's married, Allen?"
he asked the first man.
"I was going to tell you where I heard it when Mark interrupted to tell us he
banged her last night."
"Twice," Mark said.
"Right, twice," said Allen. "Anyway, my cousin, Lorraine, works for the
company in the office next to Jerry's, so she got to know Dawn just by riding
the elevator with her and seeing her in the hall. About a month ago
Dawn showed her an engagement ring and told her she was getting married
during her vacation. Lorraine's face must have shown her confusion because
Dawn asked her what was wrong. Lorraine blushed when she
told Dawn that other women had warned her about Dawn's boss; warned that
every woman that worked for him screwed his clients. Dawn readily admitted
that was so, and said she didn't expect anything to change
when she got married.
"Didn't expect anything to change? Is she serious? " Nick said.
"Evidently," said Mark smiling. "She left me real satisfied."
"I think I'll stop by and see Jerry," said Nick. "We haven't bought anything
from Jerry yet and I haven't had Dawn in a while. Now that she's married, it
seems more exciting."
"Precisely what I was thinking," agreed Allen.
I didn't much care for these three guys but the thought of my wife screwing
around excited me. The first thing I noticed about her when we met was that
she was easy -- ridiculously easy. I never liked playing games, so
for me this was a plus not a minus. I looked at my watch and realized it was
almost time for Dawn to show up. This could be extremely embarrassing to her
if she introduced the three men to me. It was time to change
restaurants.
I had been outside exactly three minutes when she turned the corner. Her short
dark hair framed her face like an angel. The wind caught her light summer
skirt and gave it a cute flip. She looked like a sweet newcomer to
the city, not a woman who screwed her boss's customers for a profit. "Hi,
honey," she said, "is it crowded inside?"
More than you could guess, I thought, but said, "Very. Let's find somewhere
new." She looked at me a little strangely but nodded her head. Looking at her,
I thought, "Gosh, she's beautiful. I don't care what she does as long as she
doesn't leave me."
We went to a little restaurant on West 38th Street and ordered. I had a bottle of
Budweiser with the roast beef. "What's the matter," Dawn said.
"Nothing," I mumbled.
"Don't tell me that. First we change restaurants and now you start out lunch
with a beer. You almost never drink. There's something wrong."
I looked directly at her speaking. "I was reading while waiting inside for you,
just like normal," I said. "Like normal until I heard a man mention Dawn
Parker. I naturally started listening. He was telling two other guys
that you got married about a month ago. They couldn't believe it. One of them
said they fucked you twice last night while you were at the party."
Dawn didn't blush. She only looked at me and said, "You knew I had to work
last night."
"I knew you had to work. I didn't know you were screwing guys at parties
while you were working."
She let out a sigh and looked at the silverware. "Are you going to leave me?"
I shook my head. "No," I whispered. "I don't know how to explain this, but I
wasn't angry when I heard them talking. I was strangely excited. I felt like I
was kicked in the stomach but I was strangely excited.
I had to stop talking while the waitress brought our lunch. We ate in silence
for a few minutes. I glanced at her. The top two buttons of her blouse were
undone. Her cleavage looked incredibly inviting. I thought of
the sexy skirt she had on. It wasn't terribly short, but it swayed with her body
when she walked. I wanted to take her home and make love to her right then.
I didn't want to just fuck her like those men did. I wanted to
make slow passionate love to her. She asked me what I was thinking. I told
her.
"Let's go," she said, "I can take the afternoon off if you an cut your classes.
Lunch is on me." I nodded. She tossed twenty dollars on the table and we left.
In the cab on the way uptown, we couldn't keep our hands off
each other. She never touched my cock, but her hands felt like fire as she
unbuttoned my shirt and lightly felt my chest. Five minutes later we were at
our apartment. I chased her up two flights of stairs to our door and
kissed her hungrily as I inserted the key in the door. We were in the bedroom
by the time the door slammed shut.
I stopped to admire her lingerie as she undressed. I remembered the first night
I met her. Her lingerie had inflamed my passion then. It did the same now.
She wore basic black, but nothing looked basic on her. Her
firm breast were covered but visible through her flimsy bra. Tantalizing dark
pubic hair showed through her whispy panties and her lace garter belt held up
her stockings. She looked like a goddess with love on her mind. She was a
goddess with lust on her mind.
Without taking my eyes off her, I tossed my jacket on the floor and kicked off
my shoes. She moved towards me as I unbuttoned my shirt; rather as I tried to
unbutton my shirt. My fingers responded like I was wearing gloves. Dawn's
hands replaced mine and the shirt was off. Fortunately, my fingers recovered
and her bra joined my shirt. I did manage to unhook my belt and get my pants
off without any help. Then I picked her up and carried her to the bed.
Although she's almost my height and weighs about 110, she seemed so little, so
small, so much like a girl as I held her that I felt incredibly strong; almost
barbaric. I tossed her on the bed and crawled between her legs to
taste her pussy. "No, fuck me first," she said. "I want to feel you inside of me."
I pulled her soaked panties aside and entered her in one quick motion. Her
only response was a long moan as I sank to the balls in her. I felt her silky legs
around my waist as I began to pump her. I knew I was so hot that I wouldn't
last long, but I didn't care because I also knew I would get hard again very fast.
I did better than I expected. Her moans gave way to shrieks as I picked up my
tempo and slammed into her. She came seconds before I did. Her hot body
felt incredibly alive as I emptied myself inside her. Her lips felt like fire as she
kissed me.
As I said, I did better than expected. I didn't even get soft. I slowed down to
let her recover and then started again. Her answer was a beautiful smile. I
smiled back and kept thrusting. This time her legs didn't wrap
around me. She just kept them spread wide as I pounded into her. I could feel
her hard nipples pointing into my chest when I lowered myself onto her. They
served to make me even hotter. I kept looking into her eyes. I
knew part of the reason I was so hot was because I was thinking of her fucking
that man at the restaurant. I had to be better than he was. Thinking of her
with another man was a mistake. That sent me over the edge. I
came for the second time and this time I didn't stay hard. My cock shriveled as
soon as I finished. I slid out of her and collapsed beside her on the bed.
"You were competing, weren't you?" Dawn whispered.
"How can she read me so well?" I wondered. I swallowed before answering.
"Yes, I was thinking about you and that man, Mark I think his name was, at the
restaurant. I couldn't get him out of my mind."
"It excited you. I know it did. I knew the minute you thought of him. It was
after you came the first time, after you started fucking me again. I saw you
look directly into my eyes and start pounding hard into me. I
knew right then you were thinking of me with other men."
"Why didn't you say something?"
"Why should I say anything? I was enjoying the feeling of your thrusting.
Besides, what was I supposed to say? `Quit thinking about the guy who fucked
me last night?' This is something we have to work out. I know
it excites you right now and I'm glad it does. But I also know the excitement
might not last. I'd rather work it out right now, in bed. As you can tell, I'm
confident of my ability in bed"
I almost made a stupid comment about practice making perfect, but I saved
myself that embarrassment. I nodded and turned towards her. Her tiny black
panties had slid back into place. The garter belt and stockings
she still wore framed her bikini covered pussy. Just looking at her beautiful
body as she lay beside me on the bed guaranteed that I would accept whatever
she said. I didn't care what she said. I couldn't bear the thought
of her not being here.
She took a deep breath and looked into my eyes. "When Sally and Mike
introduced us four months ago, I liked you immensely. By the next day I knew
I was going to marry you. You were the most fascinating man I
had ever met. This is probably hard to believe but I don't normally go to bed
with men on the first date. I do for business, but not when I meet someone. I
wasn't looking for great sex. I can get that anywhere. I didn't
even realize I was looking for a partner; someone I could share my life with. I
didn't go to bed with you because I couldn't resist you. I went to bed because I
didn't want the night to end. I wanted to wake up next
to you in the morning and spend the day with you. And we did spend the day
together. Everything worked out just like I hoped."
I guess my disappointment was obvious. "I thought you stayed with me because
you found me irresistible."
"I did find you irresistible. Weren't you listening to me? I couldn't bear the
thought of being away from you. I know I rushed you into marriage, but that's
because I was afraid you would find out what I did for a living
and just leave. At least now that we're married, you're listening to me."
I swallowed again. "Okay, I'm listening. Why do you have this particular job?
Isn't there anything else you can do to earn a living?"
"Not this good a living. I make a lot of money. Mom and I were poor when I
was young and I hated that. I made up my mind that I would never be poor.
No matter what I had to do, I would not be poor. Before I met
you, what I did never mattered, and I discovered early on that I liked sex. I like
the work. I'm sorry, but I really like fucking guys. I feel very powerful when
they buy my company's products because they took me to
bed. Jerry told me some guys wanted my home phone number because I was
good. Naturally, I didn't give it out."
"How did he feel about you getting married?" I asked.
"I didn't tell him until after we did it. I went in and showed him my wedding
ring. I thought he was going to have a heart attack, but I told him to relax. I
wasn't going anywhere. He didn't believe me until I hopped on my desk and let
him fuck me right there."
"You fucked him your first day back to work?"
"At 9:06. I'm sorry, I had to keep my job. This way he knew I was for real. If
I let him have me then he could trust me with his clients."
"What do you mean, `If I let him have me?' Doesn't he screw you a lot?"
"No. I don't like Jerry and he knows it. The only other time he ever fucked me
was when he hired me. Since then his customers have had me; they've had me
a lot, but not him. So I went back to work right away and I've been working
parties two or three nights a week." She had started to let her hand drift
towards my cock and balls as she talked. Her touch ignited me. By the end of
her explanation, I was hard again. She smiled and climbed on top, leaning
forward to brush her tits against my chest. Her nipples were still hard and their
touch turned my cock into iron. She lowered herself in one stroke. Her smile
was pure contentment.
I felt her pussy walls constricting against my cock, massaging and pleasuring
it. It was almost like her cunt was kissing my cock from the base to the head
and back again. No one, not even her, had ever done this before. I couldn't
believe my response. I came within seconds. Now her smile had changed. She
was still smiling, but I knew it was because she was so pleased with herself.
"I'm the best that any man has ever had," she said. I nodded. There was no
doubt in my mind that she was right.
There was no longer any doubt in my mind about anything. I knew she would
continue to work and I would continue to worship her. That was six months
ago and it is more true today than then. I'm almost through college now, but
I'm going to get a job here in New York when I graduate. There's no way
Dawn is going to leave her job and there's no way I could live without her. I
don't meet her for lunch anymore, but I think about her all day. Sometimes it's
hard working at night while thinking of strangers fucking her in hotel
rooms. When I get home she's always sleeping. She looks like an angel when
she's sleeping -- looks like an angel and fucks like a dream.
THE END
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