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From: suelmann@forwiss.uni-passau.de (Michael Suelmann)
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Subject: *REPOST/deirdre: Seat
Date: 21 Feb 1996 22:10:38 GMT
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Subject: deirdre: Seat
From: an65862@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sat, 14 Jan 1995 13:07:45 UTC

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                               Seat
                       by deirdre, 12/17/94

   Brad was right: we had been having sex less. Too much less. I
don't know what it was; after 14 years of marriage, we seemed to be
falling into more habits year after year that got in the way of
intimacy. Brad told me I'd always say I was tired and he got so
discouraged being turned down that he stopped asking.

   I had to admit that he was right. It's funny because we'd had so
much sex when we first married--nothing outlandish, but wild
enough, and at the time I never would have guessed that we would
ever go weeks or months without. But yes, I'd discovered that I
could live without much sex, especially after working full time,
then handling the kids and supper. I promised him to try and do
better. He made a suggestion: that I vow to accept his offer twice
over the coming week.

   Yes, we did it twice in one week. Probably the first time in at
least a year aside from one weekend when we went on vacation
without the kids.  And to be honest, I enjoyed it even though I
wasn't really any less tired than other weeks. Brad smiled at me
the day after the second time we did it and told me he was sure we
could get things going again.

   "Now you'll want me to make that vow for every week," I told
him, giggling.

   "Not exactly," he replied. He had an odd expression and I
watched his face.

   "OK, then what?"

   "I have another idea: you up for another challenge?"

   "I'd like to hear it first."

   "Well, you used to initiate sex often enough. This coming week,
why don't you vow to *initiate* sex two times." Yes, I guess I had,
though that was so long ago I certainly couldn't remember the last
time I'd ever done that.  I thought about it. It made me nervous to
ask him like that. I never told him, but once when I made an
overture, *he* was tired or something. I guess I probably never
tried again after that time, years ago. "Come on," he cajoled since
I hadn't said anything.

   "OK, I'll accept your challenge."

   It certainly got me thinking about sex. Going to bed that night,
there I was, wondering whether he was expecting me to ask. Should
I ask him the first night? If I ask him the first two nights, it
would seem like I should ask him every night. If I didn't ask him,
it would seem like I was deliberately putting it off. My mind went
round and round with such silly reasoning. I guess my shyness won
out and we went to sleep as if it were any other night.

   The next night I felt the pressure again. If I didn't do
anything on the second night, it would look suspicious. It was
almost like there was a script that I *had* to follow: skip the
first night but definitely the second. We lay down. He kissed me
good night.

   "Can you kiss me again?" I never ask him that. I suddenly felt
he must know already that I was making an overture and felt
panicky. The lights were out. He leaned over and kissed me again.
We ended up lying on our sides, facing each other, kissing. I don't
know how long we kissed: it must have been at least ten minutes.
Finally, I wondered if he would do any more. Did he want me to take
the lead through everything? I wasn't sure I could do it.

   Then I felt his hands go over my body in a familiar way and knew
he was ready to take over. Soon he was fingering me and then he was
in me. Yes, I let go and enjoyed it, then lay there thinking about
how nervous I was before hand and how comfortable I felt
afterwards.

   Two nights later, I had all the same thoughts. But this time I
convinced myself I would definitely go through with it, and that
helped me worry less. We'd been laying a while and I knew Brad
wasn't asleep yet. It was time to start something. Something made
me bold and I grabbed his cock.  Yes, I did it: reached right over,
put my hand right on it, and gently squeezed.

   "Oh!" I heard him say, then he said nothing. I started squeezing
rhythmically, then wormed into his pajama pants and fondled him.
"Mmmm," I heard him vocalize. I proceeded to unsnap his pajamas and
started working his cock with both hands.

   Then I pushed back the covers and straddled him. I was as ready
as he was and I had no trouble lowering myself onto him. I couldn't
believe the feeling, and I think I went crazy that night riding
him.

   So I was done, or so I thought. Now the problem was it seemed
too much like I was off the hook. I lay in bed with Brad feeling
guilty that I'd fulfilled my *duties* and Brad would know he could
expect nothing more.  It was silly--silly of me, and I guess it was
a silly plan, but a part of me kept telling me I should do
something one more time. Make sure Brad knew it hadn't simply been
my following through on a promise.

   And I finally did, the seventh night! We went to a movie and I
sat there with Brad, my mind racing. I felt I had to do it again
and it was the last night. The movie was kind of sexy (and I'm sure
Brad was especially enjoying it) and the theater was just about
deserted. Something just came over me and I decided to do something
really wild. Brad was absorbed in the naked beauties on the screen.
I glanced around, then reached over and proceeded to unzip him! As
soon as I had him unzipped, I reached inside.

   "Annie!" came his frenzied whisper as he pushed my hand away. He
glanced around. I went right back to his zipper as soon as he
relaxed.

   "Do you want to get me arrested like Peewee Herman?" he
whispered to me.

   "No one's around; no one will see," I returned.

   "Honey! After the movie, *please*!"

   "As soon as it's over?" I asked.

   "OK!"

   I think I giggled, but relented and we watched the rest of the
movie. When we stepped outside I whispered in his ear: "Are you
ready?"

   "Yes!" he whispered back.

   "OK, come," I returned and started pulling him. Away from the
car-- toward the rear of the cineplex building.

   He came along, but then whispered, "What are you up to now?"

   "You said you were ready," I returned. We'd reached the back and
I found a dark corner that was away from any door. I reached for
his belt and started undoing it.

   "Honey, are you crazy?" came his low but hurried voice.

   "I guess so," I returned. I had his belt undone and was undoing
his pants and he grabbed my hands and held them. "You said as soon
as the movie is over," I pointed out. "Now you've got to see it
through." He stared down at me while holding my hands. It was dark
and I couldn't see his eyes, but I knew they were right on me. I
didn't pull back at all and he just held my hands for several
seconds: twenty or thirty. Then he let go and I immediately
continued.

   "Annie, let's go home." I think I laughed, but didn't answer as
I proceeded to pull his pants down. I had his underpants down a
second later and had my hand on his cock.

   "This is *my* turn," I said, working it.

   "Annie!"

   "Aren't you enjoying this?"

   "Uh, yes!"

   "So stop complaining." He finally gave in and I continued to
work his cock as he stood there. I couldn't believe this was me,
doing this. He was definitely getting hard. "Kick off your shoes,"
I finally said. He did it.  I felt so funny telling him something
like that and having him do it. I continued to stroke his cock.
"And your pants," I continued. He had nothing on between his shirt
and his socks. There must be a part of me that thrives on power
because I was really into this. I let go and backed up a little.
"Stroke it," I said.

   "Annie!" he repeated himself.

   "Come on, do it! Think of your Sirens." My eyes were used to the
dark and I saw his hand go on his cock. I quickly bent down and
grabbed his pants and underpants. Then I quickly walked away.

   "Annie, are you crazy?" came his frenzied voice, still low. He
followed me a step, but thought better of it and stayed in the dark
corner. I kept walking, rolling his pants up and holding it under
my arm to obscure what it was. I found our car and put his pants in
the trunk. Then I drove it around back of the theater building and
stopped right in front of the dark corner where I knew he was. I
turned off the engine and lights and cracked the window. He came
out and tried the doors. I'd made sure they were all locked.
"Annie, let me in!" he finally said.

   "Do it," I said through the crack.

   "Annie!"

   "Do you want to get in the car? Do it right now. Think about
your *Elle*."

   "Please Annie!" I stared the engine and he banged on the window.
"Please Annie! You're crazy! OK, I'll do it!" I stopped the engine
and looked out at him. He retreated into the corner, then started
masturbating. I sat there watching him. He was sticking straight
out and it didn't take him long.  Then he was at the window of the
car again.

   "Shake it off," I said. He shook his cock. I reached back and
unlocked the back door. He quickly had the door open and was inside
and had closed the door.

   "My pants?" he asked.

   "Later," I said and started off.

   "Annie, I can't believe you did this."

   "Shh."

   "Annie!"

   "Shh. Later." After that he was quiet. I think he didn't know
whether to sit normally in the back seat or to try to get down on
the floor. Finally, he sat normally.

   We reached our house. I thought about whether to leave the car
in the driveway or to put it in the garage. I guess I was enjoying
the control I had over Brad and didn't want it to end. But I didn't
have the nerve to do anything in front of the house so all I would
be able to do there was make him wait. So I opened the garage door
and pulled in. Once in, I shut off the engine and closed the garage
door again with the remote. No good ideas were coming to me as to
what to do next.

   Once the door was all the way down, Brad was over the front seat
quicker than I thought possible and he'd grabbed my keys. He was
out the passenger door and around the car to the driver's side and
was pulling me out. Next thing I knew, he had the back door open
again and was pushing me onto the back seat.

   I was on my back. I felt my jeans being taken down, and my
panties. Then he was going down on me. I was so far gone it took me
no time at all. He didn't stop and I was coming again. I don't know
how many times I came and I can't imagine coming that quickly, over
and over. And then he was on top of me. And he was definitely hard
again.