Message-ID: <18628eli$9901212035@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Michael Carlisle" Subject: Shy Young Wife: The View from Danny's Chair - Part One (m/f, wife, consensual??) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain 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: <19981226195136.5114.qmail@hotmail.com> Shy Young Wife: The View from Danny's Chair - Part One (m/f, wife, consensual??) by Mick **************************************************** Author's note: All rights reserved by the author, 1998. Permission is granted for this story to be reposted to alt.sex.stories or alt.sex.stories.moderated or to any other Usenet group, or posted to any noncommercial Web site to which access is unrestricted by passwords, fees, etc., provided it is fully credited to the author ("Mick") and is not altered in any way - in whole or in part - without the author's permission, which is unlikely to be granted in any case. It may not be reproduced for profit or commercial use, or made available to any for whom its possession would be illegal or inappropriate, particularly minors. If you are not 18 or over, well - I encourage your curiosity, but please pursue it elsewhere...this story is for adults only. Thanks. ***************************************************** ....in which I struggle mightily to relate the experience of Pamela's husband, Danny, seeing me seduce his wife in the library of their home. I originally told this "true-but-significantly-altered" story in the first person under the title "Shy Young Wife" - which has appeared at a.s.s.m. and a.s.s. and at one or two web fora. It is available via Deja News, or at the Dark Wanderer in the YW series, where it is #355. Danny watched from a leather armchair nearby as his wife "gave in" to me. This was strictly consensual - although I'm sure there were moments when from his chair, it may have appeared otherwise. I have written this version with very little to go on, other than what I observed, a few things Pamela told me, and a few things Danny himself let slip over the next year or so. We never really discussed his feelings or perceptions, but I have wondered about them, especially in recent years, as I have revisited these events in memory. Undoubtedly, Danny's recollection of events would differ somewhat from my own. He might even recall details that I have forgotten; he might also choose to embellish what I didn't. That's what makes this exercise interesting to me. Maybe one day, I'll try to write it from Pamela's point of view, which is the one that actually interests me most of all. This is dedicated to her. I hope she reads it, and recognizes herself, and is glad. Love, Mick Part I Call me paranoid, or whatever, but my wife's "volunteer work" was really about sex all along, and I knew it from the beginning. She went on about self-actualization and needing to "discover herself" and to do something about society's problems. And I went along, reluctantly - unhappily. I knew this was really all about us. It was about sex. I knew my marriage was in trouble. Problem is, what do you do about it? My brother and my best friend had both warned me. They told me Pamela was a brainy, sexy, spoiled rotten bitch ("just like Gail," my brother warned - a reference to his wife's sister, who had left her husband for a professor soon after she started as a part-time grad student). Lately, they said, she'd been showing all the signs of "turning hippy." What they meant was that she had begun sheepishly defending the antiwar protesters, had expressed curiosity about pot, and had taken to wearing less makeup and letting her hair fall loose and full. Moreover, they said, she seemed to be bored at family gatherings, which my Dad regarded as the very most disturbing sign. Unlike my brother, who had never liked Pamela (although he'd made it clear he found her sexually desireable) Dad had a genuine affection for her, and seemed to think of her as the daughter he never had. She returned his warm feelings, too - even when she started to get strange. Naturally, I told them they were crazy. She had a right to her own opinions, didn't she? (Well? Didn't she?) And, I added, I happened to really like her new look. What's more, I lied, our sex life was better than ever. Why did I say that? It was completely out of character for me to even mention our sex life, for one thing. And for another, our sex life was a source of total confusion to me. My wife had never, to my knowledge, anyway, had an orgasm, and she had steadfastly refused to discuss it, brushing the topic aside on the two occasions when I'd asked her about it. "What difference does it make?" she'd said on our honeymoon. "You were great and I think you're probably the sexiest man alive." And later, once when we were tipsy following a New Year's party, we made love for much longer than usual. Probably due to the alcohol I'd consumed, I'd been able to continue without climaxing for probably twice the time of our usual brief couplings. "Did you...?" I asked as we lay there afterward, the room spinning just slightly. "Did I what?" she answered, her tongue as thick with booze as mine. "You know....did you have an orgasm?" She gave a long sigh...... "How the hell am I supposed to know?" With that she rolled over and almost immediately started snoring softly. So that was that. And lately, things had just gotten stranger. She always - repeat: ALWAYS refused when I made the first move. Always. But occasionally, just lately, she would initiate the first contact and each time, it was something strange. The first time, she came to bed late and snuggled up behind me, her chest against my back. I woke up about halfway and little of it. After all, she was wearing the chin-to-floor flannel nighty that usually signaled a chaste bedding. But as I drifted back to sleep, I felt her lips pressed to the back of my neck, and her hand slid down into my pajamas. She is a lot shorter than me, so she had to scoot down for her hand to reach my penis. As she did so, she pressed her cheek against my back. I could feel her heat through the material of my pajama top. I tried to turn to face her, but she held my slack penis and resisted with a murmured "No....." I lay there blinking as she pressed up against me, her hand on my penis for a while. I just listened to our breathing, wondering if she'd gone to sleep. Eventually, her hand began to squeeze and stroke me. Ineptly, at first. Not really sure what to do with a soft penis, I guess. But as I began to swell in her hand, her breathing began to grow rougher, along with mine. And soon she was masturbating me....stroking my cock rhythmically - a slow, maddening slide of her fingertips along the underside of my cock, with her thumb pressed to the upper side. The loose skin slid over my shaft under her fingers and she milked me insistently. Soon I was nearing orgasm, and I was frankly embarrassed. Did she really mean to make me do this? Shouldn't I at least get a tissue or a towel or something? My years of masturbation with a wash cloth and soap came back to me....was she going to make me squirt on the sheets? "Honey, I'm going to...." "Shh!! I'll stop," she whispered harshly, resisting my second attempt to roll over to face her." She squeezed me harder and I felt her taut body straining against me as she held onto my shoulder with her free hand. We were both rocking with her effort. I was both aroused to the point of fever, and deeply humiliated. I came hard. When she felt the first spurt, she loosened her grip, but continued to stroke me even faster. What I would have wanted, I couldn't ask for. I would have wanted her to stop stroking altogether and just hold onto the base of my cock, pulling back as hard as possible, so hard that the skin sheath would distort the shape of my cockhead, and hold me like that, very still. I had done it many times, aroused myself nearly to orgasm, then just pulled back on my cock and held still to wait for the explosion. But this, although physically not what I'd have requested had I been less uptight, was in all other ways an extraordinary sexual experience. Several heavy spurts soaked the sheets on my side of the bed as my wife's hand flew over my cock. I thought I heard her chuckle to herself against my back as I came.....and whisper something. Not sure, I whispered hoarsely "what....?" but she never answered. I tried one more time to turn to her, but she silently resisted. Wouldn't have it. A while later, I felt her climb out of bed. Looking back, I think she probably went somewhere in the house to satisfy herself. Also looking back, I suppose she was thinking of him the whole time. Another time, as she came to bed after a night of her "volunteer work," she turned off the nightlight in the hall that we usually kept on for our daughter. She quietly closed our bedroom door, as I continued to feign sleep. I heard her tiptoe to the windows and carefully, almost silently, pull the shades and curtains shut. She paused by the dresser to turn the alarm clock to the wall, the final source of light in the room. Total darkness. She found her way over to my side of the bed and knelt down. I felt her hand go up under the covers, and directly to the waist of my pajamas. Faintly, I could smell beer and cigarette smoke....she'd gone out for a beer with the other volunteers, as she often did. But had she been smoking? Totally out of character. Her hand found me and I pretended to be coming out of sleep as she began to fondle me, her fingers cool and dry. I reached down to touch her in the dark, but her free hand found mine and she pushed me away silently. Before I was completely hard, she pulled down the sheets and fished my cock out through the fly of my pajamas. I inhaled deeply - smell of her perfume, mixed with the smell of whatever pub she'd gone to actually excited me, and by the time she got me freed, I was hard. Then, to my complete surprise, I felt her lips and tongue on the head of my erection, at first tentative, but almost immediately her tongue began to swirl over my flesh and her full lips opened to take me in. She had occasionally teased my cock with a kiss or a lick when we were dating, but had never actually taken me into her mouth. I'd subtly hinted that I would like more, but nothing doing. But now, my wife was kneeling by our bed in the darkness mouthing me with real urgency and, from the sound of her breathing and her occasional, involuntary sounds, she was hungry for me. When I reached down with both hands to touch her hair, she batted me away, but continued to suck, actually moving her head over me as she took more of my length into her mouth. Never, never, ever had she done this, or anything even close. Each time she plunged downward to take in more of me, she moaned deeply - was it effort, or satisfaction? Inevitably, I began to moan. Usually, I wasn't at all verbal in bed, but THIS - well, I began to babble I suppose. "Oh, Pammy, yesssss......oh, god.....please, yes......oh, god, Pammy....." Almost roughly, her hand flew to my mouth and covered it! I was reduced to stifled moans as her hand left my face. Soon after, and just as I began to feel my orgasm approaching, she pulled away from my cock and there was a pause of what felt like forever, but was probably about thirty seconds, before I heard her make a sound I'd never heard. It was somewhere between a moan and a squeal and her breathing was ragged and loud as she keened from spot on the floor by our bed. "Are you alright? Honey? Sweetie....." As I began to fumble for the bedside light switch, I heard her softly leave the room and close the door behind her. My cock hard and my balls aching, I fantasized going after her, demanding - well - demanding SOMETHING! An explanation? An orgasm? What? I briefly fantasized just going and raping her, but I put the thought out of my mind. Surely she must know what she was doing to me....surely she knew how unfair this was, and how strange it all was to me. End of Part One Love, Mick caledonia_99@hotmail.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----