Message-ID: <4988eli$9710182244@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: steve1044@aol.com (Steve1044) Subject: *NEW* Stories by Steve -My Neglected Wife - m/f Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19971019010300.VAA28292@ladder01.news.aol.com> My Neglected Wife by Steve Marriage was something I never thought I would venture into, but after I had dated Annie for so long, it just seemed like the right thing to do. We had dated for two years, and now that we were out of college and I had a good job, I popped the question. She said yes and we were married three months later. After about a year of marriage, I felt us drifting away from another, and I credited it to my demanding career. I was an engineer with an up and coming firm, so I was constantly at job sights and things of that nature, so I wasn’t home much. Annie worked as a chef at a restaurant during the lunch shift, so she was always home nights, and expected me to be as well. Unfortunately, I usually wasn’t, and when I was, I was far too tired to make love to her. So as it stood, we had not made love in six months. I had gotten home early that night, with the intent to hit the sack as early as possible, because I was far too tired to stay awake for anything more than dinner. When I walked into the house, I instantly smelled spaghetti brewing. The advantage of having a chef as a wife, she makes killer meals. "Hey honey, that smells great," I said as I walked into the kitchen. She barely noticed my presence. Annie just stood there with her back to me, tending to something at the stove. I walked up behind her and put my arms around her waist and brushed her smooth, deep red hair from her neck. Gently, I kissed her on the neck, savoring the silkiness of her skin, before she pulled away. "Don’t touch me unless you mean it," she said sadly. "Excuse me?" I said. "You heard me. Don’t tease me and make me think that that kiss might lead somewhere if it’s really not," she raised her voice. "What the hell are you talking about?" "Is it that hard to just show me that you love me every once in awhile? I’m going nuts here. Alone every night, waiting for you to come home, hoping that maybe you might be in the mood to make love to me, but you never are. You just walk in the door, expect dinner, then go to sleep," Annie was screaming now. "I’m sorry if I want to provide for my family by working," I countered. I knew I had no real argument, but I didn’t want to just collapse like a coward. "What family? You’re never around to give me a family," she screamed, starting to cry now. I didn’t say anything more. Annie was right. It hit me very hard at that moment that my career was taking up far too much time in my life. I picked up the receiver of the phone and dialed my boss’s home number. "Hi, Roger how are things?" I asked. Annie shot me a terrible look. She seemed quite mad that I took a time like this to call my boss. "Great. What can I do for you Steve?" he asked. "Well, I need tomorrow off. My wife isn’t doing so well and she needs me to be with her," I said. I wasn’t really lying either. "Is she all right?" Roger said, acting like he cared. "Yeah she’ll be fine if can be with her tomorrow to take care of her," I said, looking back over at Annie, who was now smiling behind her tears. "Take all the time you need Steve," Roger said. "Thanks, I’ll talk to you later," I said. "Bye, and good luck with your wife," said Roger. I hung up the phone and turned to Annie, who had stopped crying. She smiled and walked towards me, her hands out stretched to me, crying once more. This time, her tears were tears of happiness. "Tomorrow is our day together," I said as Annie’s arms wrapped around my back, and mine around hers. "You mean that?" she said. "Yes I do. But before then, we have to work on this love making thing," I spoke, grabbing her ass softly in my hands. "Right now?" Annie questioned. "Why not?" I shot back. "What about dinner?" "It’ll be here when we’re done." "Just let me turn off the stove," Annie uttered as she gave me a quick kiss. Quickly, she ran over and turned off the stove. Just as quickly, she was back in my arms, and we were on our way to the bedroom. In no time at all, we were both naked and sweaty. Our bodies were pressed tight up against one another, our juices mingling on our skin, and in other places. I almost forgot what it felt like to have my dick inside of Annie, her warm depths embracing my every stroke, making me realize the error of my ways. It wasn’t long before I got off, ending the beauty of our lovemaking, but we both still seemed very satisfied with the evening’s events. The next morning, Annie called off work so we could spend the day together. To this day I have still never had sex that many times in a day, and we weren’t done yet. It was only about noon, and I had already cum four times, and Annie had climaxed twice. After it was all done, we just laid in our bed, entangled in one another’s sweat covered body, but we didn’t care. It felt amazing. I completely forgot how great it felt to make love to Annie. "What are we gonna do for the rest of the day?" Annie asked me, speaking for the first time in several minutes. "I don’t know, what did you have in mind?" I wondered, knowing she wanted to do something. "I want to go shopping. I haven’t had anyone to go shopping with in so long," Annie was now giggling with the hopes of shopping. "That sounds acceptable, but first…" I said, planting my lips tightly on Annie’s. We made love once more before left for the mall. It was hard to get out of bed, but we finally managed. As we drove to the mall, I found my self getting horny again. After making love to Annie five times, I was ready to go again. That amazed me greatly. "I need you again," Annie moaned, reading my mind. "Already?" I acted like the feeling wasn’t mutual. "It had been so long before last night, that a few times isn’t going to please me fully. I need you so badly right now," Annie pouted. She had that look of desire in her eyes, like she was about to pounce me while I was driving. "When we get home, I’ll make love to you like never before," I said smoothly. "I can’t wait that long," Annie said frantically. Her hands shot out to my crotch and quickly had my zipper down before I knew what was happening. "What the fuck-" I said, swerving as Annie glided her finger across my cock. Gently and gracefully, Annie pulled my cock out of my pants and began to stroke it ever so perfectly. She kept the pace slow, making it feel all the more sensual as her soft little fingers cascaded over my raging hard on. "You like that?" Annie asked sensually. "I love it!" I gasped. "Good," Annie moaned. She was showing a side of her I had never seen before, or maybe a side that I neglected so much that I forgot about. What ever it was, this side of Annie was something I could get used to. She was so lustful and overcome with passion. Her eyes were like little green fires, burning bright with sexual desire. Her lips were so full and thick, and tasted so delicious. Her long red hair, showing her passion and ferocity. Annie’s delicate hands flew up and down my straining cock slowly, giving the maximum pleasure one could expect from a hand job. Being even more ferocious and wild, Annie slid her lips around my hardened shaft, something she had never done before, and it showed. Though not the worst blowjob I had ever received, it was closer to that than the best I had ever received. But I had to hand it to Annie, she was really trying hard, and I considered this a big step in the right direction for her. And besides, even a bad blowjob is an awesome thing to experience. Blowjobs in general are just a great thing. "How’s that," Annie said, pulling her lips away from my manhood and going back to just the plain stroking. "That was amazing baby," I said cradling her to my chest and letting her work her magic on me. By now, we were almost home, and boy was I excited. I couldn’t wait to get home and go fuck my beautiful wife in the comfort of my bed. Sure, I would have no problem doing it here in the car, if we weren’t still moving. My played with my equipment for the rest of the way home, while I sat by with no regard for anything but the hand on my sac. It was a long, painful ride home that seemed as though it were never going to end. Even with me speeding, it seemed to take forever, but we eventually made home. Next thing I knew, I was lying on top of my wife in bed, with one of her perfect breasts in my hand and my manhood deep inside of her. We were both moaning uncontrollably, not from the physical sensation, but mental sensation. It had been so long since we had done this until the day before, and we truly needed to make up for lost time. We made love all afternoon and night. It was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced, even more amazing than the time I shotgunned 12 beers at a frat party. After that, Annie and I had no more problems with our sex life. As matter of fact, it was now more amazing than ever, and it just keeps getting better. Annie has learned to suck a mean cock. 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