Message-ID: <44658asstr$1065694204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20031009050533.19006.qmail@web20511.mail.yahoo.com> From: Lazlo Zalezac X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 8 Oct 2003 22:05:33 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} A Word To The Wise (MF romantic) X-Original-Subject: A Word To The Wise (mf romantic) Date: Thu, 9 Oct 2003 06:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar I wrote this in response to an implied challenge from Jack C Lipton. Now a story written from another angle, say, a woman with her marriage in the doldrums, and how she needs to get her husband re-ignited, may be of interest... I hope you enjoy it. Lazlo Zalezac __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! Shopping - with improved product search http://shopping.yahoo.com <1st attachment, "AWordToTheWise.txt" begin> DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. If you are offended by sexually explicit material or are under the age of 18, stop reading now. This material cannot be reproduced for commercial purposes without the consent of the author. A Word To The Wise By Lazlo Zalezak Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezak, 2003 I walked into the kitchen just in time to see Christi Tackett sit down at the kitchen table with an air of dejection. Not having noticed my presence, she turned to my wife and complained, "My husband isn't interested in me any more." I looked over Christi and shook my head. I couldn't believe that a man would loose interest in her. Of course, I knew that there were many men that would say the same about my wife. Still, I saw my wife more as a roommate than as a lover. I startled them both by saying, "He doesn't see you as a sexy woman any more." Christi turned to me and asked, "What do you mean? I'm still an attractive woman. The other night I wore some sexy lingerie, but he didn't even notice." "I'd agree with you. You are a very attractive woman. If we weren't married to other people I'd be all over you." I looked at the glare from my wife. I shrugged my shoulder, "That doesn't change the fact that after a couple of years of having the same old sex with the same person, that a man just loses interest in her." My wife, with a definite chill in her voice, asked, "Explain that one to me." I poured myself a cup of coffee and moved over to the table to sit down. I looked at both women and then stated, "Well, look at this way. Almost all of the time that he sees you; you aren't looking sexy. Then, for an hour a week you dress in some frilly outfit and expect him to start panting. He's still remembering how you looked when you did the dishes." Christi asked me, "So what are you suggesting, that I wear lingerie while I'm washing the dishes?" I took a sip of coffee and imagined her doing the dishes in a baby doll nightgown. I smiled, "No, I don't think that is practical. You can always wear normal clothes, but do it in a sexy way. Maybe leave off the pants on occasion or leave a few buttons unbuttoned." Christi laughed, "And he's going to jump me first time he sees me washing the dishes looking sexy?" I laughed, "Nope. It's going to take you a week or two for him to even notice. It's got to be a long slow tease, but it will wake him up." My wife growled, "Get out of here and let us get back to our girl talk." "Remember, make it a long slow tease and don't give in too early. Remind him that you are a sexy lady and deserve some consideration," I stated. I got up thinking that Christi was going to be a lucky lady if she followed my advice. Of course, that would make her husband lucky too. I left the room and returned to the game on television. I promptly forgot all about the conversation. A couple of days later, I went into the kitchen to get a bowl of ice cream. My wife was washing the dishes. I only glanced over in her direction for a minute. I fixed my ice cream and returned to the living room. My favorite show was on and I didn't want to miss it. It dawned on me when I sat down that my wife was wearing my shirt. I didn't think much more about it as the commercials ended and my show started. Over the next few days, I noticed that my wife was wearing my shirt quite often. Then one day she bent over to put a new trash bag in the can by the sink. My first thought was that she was naked under the shirt. I took a better look and realized that she was wearing a thong panty. I wondered when she started wearing those. Her ass looked nice presented like that. Over the next few evenings, I found myself trying to catch glimpses of her panties. Sure enough, each time it was a thong and each was a different color. I also noticed that the top three buttons of the shirt were usually unbuttoned. I wondered what was going on when I realized that I was trying to sneak peeks at her breasts down the front of the shirt. The next night, I wandered into the kitchen. She was at the sink rinsing off the dishes. I stated, "Why don't I help you with those?" She turned and smiled at me for a moment. She looked good when she smiled. Then she replied, "Why don't you take out the trash while I'm washing? That would really help me a lot." "Sure, no problem," I answered as I removed the trash bag from the can. I tried to sneak a peak down her shirt, but only saw the gentle slope of a breast. Disappointed at not seeing the nipple, I headed out to the trashcans behind the house. When I reached them, I realized that I had agreed to take out the trash without even putting up a fight. That night in bed, I watched her get into the bed with me. I noticed that she was wearing a long nightgown that was rather lacy. I could see her nipples through the material. I wondered why I hadn't noticed that before. I reached over for her as she turned out the light. I whispered, "Hey, let's have a little fun tonight." She turned to me and asked, "Don't you have a department meeting tomorrow morning?" I sighed, "Yeah. Those are really murder, too." She patted my arm, "Well, I'll take a rain check. You need to get your rest so you can be a tiger in the meeting tomorrow." I nodded, "Yeah, that's a good idea." She rolled over saying, "Goodnight." "Goodnight, dear," I responded. As I lay there, it dawned on me that she had turned me down. I was shocked, wives are not supposed to turn down their husbands. I was really beginning to wonder what was going on here. I was going to press the issue, but I heard her soft breathing as she fell asleep. Friday night finally rolled around. I had decided that I was going to get laid that night. I stopped on the way home from work and bought some flowers. When I came in the house, she was dressed very nicely. I didn't recognize the outfit, but it really looked good on her. I handed her the flowers, "These are for you." She smiled as she took them. She smelled the flowers and then grinned like the cat that got the canary. She answered, "Thank you very much. Let me put them in a vase. It'll make an excellent centerpiece for the table. I thought we would have a nice special meal and then spend a nice relaxing evening together." "That would be great." I rubbed my hands together picturing us together in bed tonight with her. I was sure that I was going to get laid tonight. After all, I had brought flowers and she had prepared a nice meal. We were thinking alike! I went into the dining room and my hopes were confirmed. She had set the table for meat fondue. I was familiar with this dish. She usually made it for romantic evenings because it took a long time to eat until you were full while leaving plenty of time for talk. Dinner was wonderful. We ate the beef fondue and talked about our vacation plans for later in the summer. She was wearing a nice lacy top that would fall open when she leaned forward. She caught me checking out her breasts and laughed, "Naughty, naughty!" For some reason, I felt like I had been caught doing something wrong. I mumbled back, "I was just enjoying the view." She laughed, "Well, I didn't realize this shirt did that when I bought it. I guess I'll have to take it back because I can't wear it to work." I joked, "Why? You might get a great raise this year." She laughed and returned to eating. I still peaked at her breasts every time that she leaned forward, but I was discrete about it. Even as I was checking out her breasts, I was wondering why I was so juvenile about her body all of a sudden. I did know that I was very horny and it was her that I desired. When dinner was finished, I helped carry the dishes into the kitchen. I helped put the dishes away. There was lots of touching and petting as we worked. Washing the dishes took longer than normal, but I don't think either of us minded. When the dishes were done, she asked me to carry the trash out. I took the trash out because I knew that she was going to want it out eventually and I didn't want to ruin the mood later. Returning from the trashcan, I looked around for my wife. I went into the living room in time to see her come down from upstairs in a nice robe. I knew it wasn't new, but I had never noticed how much it showed off her body while hiding the good bits. I smiled at the sexy sight. She called out, "I brought home some movies for us to watch." I went over to the pile of films and picked up the top one. I noticed that it starred Clint Eastwood and decided that it would be good with lots of action. I slipped the tape into the player and returned to the couch. She joined me on the couch and laid her head on my lap. I ran my hands over the front of her body. As I watched the movie, I kept waiting for some action. There wasn't any and I could hardly believe my eyes. It was about that time that I remembered that this was actually a chick flick that Clint Eastwood had made. I waited patiently for the movie to end. In the mean time, I continued to explore my wife's body with my hand. Finally, the movie ended and I figured we would go upstairs. My wife turned to me and stated, "I guess you didn't enjoy that movie." I had quit watching the movie long before it ended. I was busy looking at my wife. I shrugged my shoulders, "It was okay." She smiled, "It's still very early. Let's watch another one. I have one that you might enjoy a lot more." She handed me a tape and left the room. I didn't pay much attention to the tape, I just slipped it into the VCR and pressed play. I was going to let it play through the commercials until she came back. It was about five minutes later when she returned with a large bowl of popcorn. She set it down on the couch between us so that we could share it easily. The film started and I realized that it was one of those softcore films. There was lots of nudity and simulated sex. I watched it with interest and glanced occasionally at my wife. She was seated with her legs folded under her. I could just barely make out the lacey panties she was wearing. There were a couple of scenes when she reached over the popcorn bowl and patted my arm. She would say, "My, that looks like fun." Each time she would do that, I'd add that to the list of things I was going to do with her after the movie was over. I realized that I was getting impatient for the movie to end. Several times, I suggested that we stop the film and go upstairs. Each time, she laughed and said that she wanted to see the rest of it. By the time the film ended, I had been sporting an erection for almost an hour. When the film was over, my wife stated, "Let me take a shower and then it will be your turn." I countered, "Let's take one together." She smiled, "Oh, sometimes you are so silly. I'll take a shower while you are rewinding the movies. Then you take your shower. I'll see you in bed." I immediately hit rewind on the VCR. I could hardly wait for the film to rewind. I looked around the room and noticed our glasses and the empty bowl of popcorn. I took those out to the kitchen. When I returned to the living room, the tape had finished rewinding. I popped it out and put the first tape we had watched in the VCR. I hit rewind button and waited for the tape to finish rewinding. As soon as the VCR stopped, I ejected the tape and threw it in the rental box. Then I raced upstairs to get in the shower. My wife was reclining on the bed, waiting for me to shower and join her. I ran into the bathroom. Normally, it wouldn't take me long at all to undress, but tonight I was all thumbs. I finally got into the shower and did a superficial job of washing myself. I did make sure that all of the important parts were clean. I had to be careful around my cock, too much rubbing with the soap and I would have come. I got out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Of course, I dropped it on the floor with half of it ending up in the shower. It was soaked. I stepped out of the bathroom to the linen closet and got another towel. I quickly dried myself. I was ready to go. When I stepped into the bedroom, my jaw hit the ground. She was already sound asleep. I returned to the bathroom and jerked off into the sink thinking about having sex with my wife. As I came, I realized that I hadn't jerked off thinking about my wife since before we were married. I couldn't help wondering what was the matter with me. I cleaned out the sink, rinsing away my spent cum. The next morning, I was up early and mowed the lawn. I guess the frustration had been building because I not only mowed the lawn, I trimmed the hedges and edged the driveway. I noticed that Zane next door was working furiously on his yard as well. I realized that I had spent the whole morning on yard work. I thought about the other errands that my wife usually assigned me over the weekend and started on them. I had decided that as soon as I was finished with the housework, that I would take her upstairs for a little afternoon fun. It was in the middle of the afternoon that I had finished the yard work, washed the car, watered the household plants, and straightened up the garage. I went into the house and took a shower. Putting on clean clothes, I wandered downstairs to find my wife. It was time to make my move. I found her in the backyard working on a tan with Christi. They were both wearing the skimpiest bikini that I had ever seen. Their tops were untied so that their backs would tan without lines. My cock reacted and my mind focused on the two attractive women in front of me. When I closed the door behind me, they both reached back and tied their tops. As I stepped over to them, Christi stated, "That's a great idea. Why don't we go now?" "Okay. Let's change. I'll meet you out front in ten minutes?" my wife replied before I had a chance to say a word. "Sounds good to me," replied Christi. Both women stood up. My wife was facing me as she put a wrap on. I was sorry to see her bikini top disappear from view. She headed towards the house. I asked, "Where are you going?" She patted me on the arm, "Christi and I are going shopping. We are going to stop by a beauty shop for a little while." I was silent for a moment and then stated, "You don't need to go to a beauty shop. You're already beautiful." "Thanks," she giggled. She added, "I'm not going there to get my hair restyled. I'm getting a bikini wax. What would look better, bare or a heart pattern?" I looked down at her bikini bottom and stared at her barely covered pussy. I swallowed heavily, "Um, bare?" She patted me on the arm and opened the door. She replied, "Okay, bare it will be." I was left out in the yard with an erection wondering what had gotten into her. I must have stood there for five minutes just staring into space. I was brought out of my thoughts by Zane, "Did you hear where they are going?" "Yeah, she said something about getting a bikini wax." I answered in a numb state. Here I was, standing there horny as hell with no idea what to do. Zane nodded, "That's what I thought Christi said." I looked at Zane for a moment. He didn't look in any better shape than I felt. I stated, "I don't understand. My wife is looking real good to me all of a sudden." Zane shook his head, "I know what you mean. I have no idea what's changed. My wife has really started looking like a fox lately." I nodded feeling uncomfortable just standing in the yard talking to Zane while I was sporting a hard-on for my wife. "I'm going in the house and wait for her there." Zane looked just as uncomfortable as I felt. He nodded, "I'm going to do the same." We both went our separate ways. Once inside the house, I ran up the stairs to the bathroom. Again, I found myself jerking off in the bathroom fantasizing about having sex with my own wife. This was the second time in two days that I had to relieve myself in that fashion. I waited for my wife to get home. Several hours passed before she arrived. She breezed into the house carrying a bag of groceries. I took the groceries out of her hands and carried them into the kitchen. She wrapped an arm around mine; her breast pressed against my arm. I would have done something, but my arms were full with the groceries. She stated, "Why don't you start a fire in the barbecue?" I hemmed as I set down the bag, "Pardon?" She rubbed a hand against my chest and stated, "Christi and Zane are coming over for dinner. You're cooking the steaks. I'm making the baked potatoes and corn on the cob. Christi is making a peach cobbler. Zane is making the Sangria." I pulled her hard against my body and kissed her. My erection pressed against her. When I relaxed my hug, she leaned back and giggled, "My, someone is excited today. It must have been seeing Christi sunbathing out there." I cleared my throat, "No. I'm hot for you babe." She laughed, "Well, cool off. You've got to start the grill so we can eat." I groaned, "We have time for a quickie!" She laughed and pushed me away, "No we don't. Now get to work. If you get the fire started before they come over, I'll show you my bare spot." I released my hold on her and stepped back. I grumbled, "Okay, I'll get to it." I built the fire as quickly as possible in the hope that I would get into the house before they came over. I had just put the match to the coals when Christi stopped by the grill. I almost told her to go home, but I looked at the house and could see my wife waving to her. I gestured towards the house and watched Christi enter. Dinner was strained. My wife and Christi were having a great time. Zane and myself were very tense. Finally, he suggested, "Let's go home." Christi, touching him on the arm, replied, "Zane, we don't want to be rude by just eating and running. Relax, honey." I piped up, "No, that's okay. If you guys would rather be at home, we would understand." Zane looked at me as if I was some sort of hero. My wife, on the other hand, torpedoed the idea very quickly. She ran her hand along my thigh as she stated, "You boys still look a little hungry. Why don't you have some more of Christi's delicious cobbler?" Zane and I looked at each other for a moment and finally dished up another helping of cobbler. We sat there quietly watching our wives talk as if they hadn't seen each other for a month. Throughout the conversation, they would touch us as they made some sort of point that even remotely included us. My horniness was a slow fuse that was about to blow. Finally, I stated, "Wow, I can't believe how much work I did around the house today." Zane picked up the hint. He added, "Same here. I can't believe how tired I am." I stretched and yawned. I put my arm around my wife, "I really need to get to bed soon." Christi and my wife smiled at each other. Christi stated, "Let me help you with the dishes. You shouldn't have to do all of the work. Then we'll let the guys get their rest." Zane and I looked at each other and jumped up to help clear the table. It only took a few minutes for the table to be cleared. The wives stayed in the kitchen washing the dishes and talking while they worked. Zane or I could have finished the dishes in a tenth of the time that it took them. It seemed like forever, but Christi and Zane finally left. I was all over my wife. My hands explored her body while I kissed her neck. I could tell that she was excited. Her nipples tented her shirt. My erection pressed into her butt as I held her from behind. I continued to kiss her neck as I struggled to undo her blouse. My fingers weren't working too well and a few of the buttons popped off. I didn't even remove her blouse. My hands flew directly to her breasts and caressed them. I made little pinching motions on her nipples making them stand up even more. I ran my hand down to her skirt. I really wanted to see her bare spot. I couldn't figure out how to get her skirt off. I gave up and just pulled the skirt up so that I could get to the body underneath. To my shock, she wasn't wearing panties. My hands encountered bare skin where there had been a thick patch of hair. I picked my wife up and carried her upstairs to the bed. She was kicking her feet, giggling and screaming, "Oh you cad. You are planning on taking advantage of me!" I growled, "Yes, I'm planning on taking advantage of you repeatedly." I set her on the bed and proceeded to move between her legs. I attacked her pussy with my tongue, enjoying easy access provided by her the lack of hair there. I licked her pussy, forcing the engorged outer lips apart. My tongue worked it's way along the length of her opening. I inserted a finger into her hot wet tunnel and worked it in and out. I added a second finger. I curled my fingers in a come hither motion, rubbing her G-spot. My tongue moved up to lick around her clit. Her hips were bucking, forcing her pussy against my face. I continued my administrations until she came with a loud scream. I had forgotten how vocal she was during orgasm. I continued to rub her G-spot with my hand, but sat up so that I could release myself from my pants. It was a struggle, but I finally got my buckle undone, the button of my jeans unbuttoned, and my zipper lowered. I roughly pulled my pants down and my underwear. I didn't get my pants off. I calmed myself enough to enter her slowly, my pants down around my knees and her skirt pushed up around her waist. Once I bottomed out, I began to thrust slowly. It didn't take long before I had increased to a very fast pace. Each time I thrust into my wife, she let loose with an "oh my!" The volume increased with each thrust until she reached a scream. I could feel her muscles spasm around my cock. I lost control then and came. It felt like I ejected a gallon of come into her. I slowly rolled off her. I held her closely as we both regained our breath. As I lay there, I suddenly remembered that day several weeks ago when I had told Christi how to reawaken her husband's passion. I stared at my wife for a minute. The little minx had followed my advice and used it on me. 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