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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.

THE END

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