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Short story #23
By Tom Bombadil (c) Oct 1997
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The Forgetful Husband
By Tom Bombadil
via: stbush@iglou.com
Teresa checked herself in the mirror for the last time. It was
just a quick look because all they were doing was going out
shopping, going to the beauty parlor, then having a relaxing dinner
someplace. Nice tan slacks, nice off-white blouse, comfortable
undergarments, comfortable shoes, and a light jacket for later.
Her makeup was understated - just enough to highlight her deep
brown eyes and high cheekbones. She would touch up later before
dinner.
"You ready yet, honey?"
That came from her husband, Wayne. He was waiting downstairs,
impatient as usual. That was one of his few faults. Another was
forgetfulness, she reminded herself. Today, Saturday, they had
been married for ten years and one day. Yesterday, they had stayed
at home and watched television, had a normal supper, and gone to
bed early. They hadn't even made love. It was the fourth
anniversary in a row he had forgotten. This year, she had even
arranged for their two boys to be away at summer camp.
Like the other times, she knew he would remember in a few days, a
few weeks at most, and be all apologetic about it, and she would
forgive him numerous times. Even knowing that, it still hurt a
little. Reminding him, though, was the one thing she didn't want to
do. That would make her sound like her sister, the nag, something
she consciously and studiously avoided.
Following him out to the car, she once again studied how he looked.
Just over six feet tall, he had put on a few pounds since their
marriage. Not much, but enough to soften the hard chest and
washboard stomach he once sported. Despite his thirty-four years,
his hair was still jet black and his step firm and strong. And she
loved those broad, muscular shoulders and that powerful back.
Today, despite their itinerary, he was impeccably dressed. White
starched shirt, charcoal grey suit, black shoes, and a tasteful
tie. Everything fit perfectly, of course, and made him look even
better than he normally did.
"There's something important I need to take care of today," he had
told her. "I'm not sure when, so I'll be bringing my pager.
Everything will be handled downtown, so it shouldn't interfere too
much with our day. Maybe an hour or two at the most. Okay honey?"
He punctuated his request with a quick kiss to her cheek.
She had agreed, of course. His work was as important to him as hers
was to her. The only difference was, he earned money and she
didn't. He made enough for them both to live comfortably, so the
odd evening or Saturday lost wasn't a big problem for her.
Teresa just regretted losing the big days.
The first stop on their list was a department store. Teresa needed
some new underthings and wanted a new blouse or two. That took
more than two hours, since Wayne seemed more than a little playful,
teasing her with some sheer, sexy bra and panty combos, and even
dragging her over to look at some teddies and babydolls. She told
him to behave and quit embarrassing her. The shy, retiring type he
wasn't. Teresa got back at him by pulling him over to the men's
department and holding up different pairs of shorts on him,
including several pairs of g-string pouches.
The next stop was his tailor. He needed a new blue suit. All the
measuring and fitting took another hour.
Lunch was a quick bite at a cheapo restaurant. Her husband
definitely looked out of place in that greasy spoon. At least he
didn't get any of his B.L.T. on him. She enjoyed a small salad
with coffee. From there they went through a jewelry store, a
shoe store, and an electronics shop. Their last stop before dinner
was the beauty parlour.
"Hey Teresa, how'ya doin'?" That was Sandra, her hairdresser.
Sandra had been doing her hair longer than Teresa had known Wayne.
"Good. And you?"
"Ah, the usual. Hairdos, facials, blue rinses, perms, etcetera,
etcetera." Her Bronx accent made everything sound like a sneer.
"You know. Blah heads come in, beautiful people go out. You here
fer the works today?"
"No. Wayne's with me, so I don't have time for any more than the
usual."
"Aw, that's too bad, 'cause I just had a cancel right after you.
Could'a done you up right spiffy-like."
That's when Wayne's pager went off. He made a quick call on his
cell phone.
"Hon, it looks like I'm needed now. I'll be gone for about two
hours, okay?"
"All right. Two hours? Where will we meet?"
"How 'bout right here?" said Sandra. "Or aren't you into gettin'
the full treatment today?" She winked at Wayne when Teresa wasn't
watching.
Wayne shrugged. "Sounds good to me." When his wife turned away
from him, he winked back at the hairdresser.
Taking advantage of her turned back, he bent over and tickled the
side of her neck with his lips.
"Hey, stop that!" she giggled, leaning away from his lips. She then
pulled away when he started tickling the other side of her neck with
his fingers.
"You going to stay here? It'll probably be easier than arranging
to meet someplace else," he said.
Teresa let them twist her arm a little. Under protest, she agreed,
although her protesting was very feeble and quite perfunctory. If
there was one thing she loved, it was being pampered and spoiled.
And the people in this salon knew how to do it right.
Two hours later, cut, coiffured, facialed, perfumed, manicured,
pedicured, and freshly made-up, she saw him walk in. He made
straight for her.
"My, my. Aren't you the prettiest young thing? You look better now
than the day I married you." Wayne smiled as he took her into his
arms.
She liked the compliments, even though she knew they weren't true.
Ten years and two kids had taken their toll, although she could
still fit into her wedding dress. She had tried it on a few days
beforehand, reliving old memories, remembering their wedding, the
reception, and the hotel room where she figured they conceived their
first child. It was one night after their wedding night, which had
been spent in an airport. That second night had been a time of wild
passion and wanton lust. No tenderness or soft, romantic time was
wanted by either of them. Even ten years later, she could feel the
heat the two of them had generated. It still brought a tingle to
her clit and a tightness to her nipples.
Dinner was a surprise. While she knew he had made reservations at
the Skyline Towers hotel, she had assumed it was in the downstairs
restaurant. Instead, they took the elevator to the rooftop dining
lounge.
"I feel positively underdressed in this place!" While nice, the
clothes she had worn were casual, meant for shopping and looking
around in. They weren't chosen with a fancy and expensive
restaurant in mind.
"Nonsense. You look absolutely gorgeous." He brushed aside all of
her concerns, telling her they were there for them, not for other
people, and she was dressed just fine. She let him figuratively
twist her arm again. It was only the second time for her in that
fancy restaurant, and she did feel a little underdressed, but she
held her head high and proud regardless. At least her Wayne was
getting some appreciative glances from a number of the female
patrons. Teresa did notice a few men's heads turning as she walked
by.
Their table was in the far corner, where they had an unobstructed
view of the entire southern and western horizons -- city, mountains,
river and all. It was a breathtaking sight from thirty-six stories
up.
During their salad, Wayne started holding her hand under the table.
While that wasn't too unusual, his tickling her palm was a little
out of character. She waited until their waiter was cleaning up
the first round of dirty dishes before tickling him back. The
waiter gave him an odd glance when he suddenly sat up like someone
had pinched his bottom. Teresa had just pinched his bottom.
After a dinner of lobster, shrimp, pasta, and some decent wine,
they sat and watched the sun set, over dessert. Somewhere in that
plant-bedecked restaurant, a small jazz band played. Wayne leaned
over, pulled Teresa close with one arm, kissed her on the cheek, and
started stroking her neck and shoulder.
"You know, they have dancing here later too. Feel up to it?" he
asked.
By this time, Teresa was a little suspicious about Wayne's motives
and plans.
"I'd love to - except ..."
"Except, what?"
"Except I'm not dressed for it. I can't go dancing wearing these
things. If you had warned me, I would have worn something
different or brought a change of clothes."
"Well, I guess we'll just have to do something about that, won't
we. Let's go."
"Where are we going?" asked Teresa. "I mean, by the time we got
home and back, it would be after midnight!"
"Just come along. You'll see."
They left after paying the bill. However, instead of heading down
in the elevator, Wayne led her along the hall to a door numbered
3401 and pulled a key out of his pocket. He unlocked the door, then
pulled her to him and gave her another warm kiss.
"Happy anniversary dear." Teresa was ushered into the room. She
gasped as she saw the honeymoon suite. Lit by a dozen electric
candles, there were vases and bouquets of flowers spread throughout
the room, a bottle of sparkling wine chilling in an ice bucket, and
several packages lying on the bed. A huge picture window overlooked
the city, giving a view of mountains, the last vestiges of sunset,
some early stars, and a cityscape far below.
"What on earth?" Teresa was simply amazed at what she saw.
Wayne wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and whispered in
her ear. "Like what you see?"
"I love it! But how? When?"
With a chuckle, he answered. "I told you I had something important
to do today. Do you remember another hotel room from a few years
ago? Like ten years ago today?"
She leaned back into his arms. Something hard was pushing into
her backside. A tingling started between her legs.
"Yes, I remember." With a wiggle of her bottom, she continued;
"There seems to be something else familiar here as well." Wayne's
response was to move his hands up to her breasts.
"Can I look and see what else is here?" Teresa smiled and moved out
of his embrace.
"I guess I'll let you. Make sure you look in the closet too."
That's the first place she went. In there were her three nicest
outfits, ones she wore when going out on the town. Along with them
were several pairs of shoes. Given ten minutes, she could be ready
to go dancing. Dancing, however, was the last thing on her mind.
"So what did you splurge on this time?"
"Look and see."
There were boxes on the bed from several different stores, most of
which they had been in earlier that day. A new blouse and skirt and
a summer dress were in the first few boxes. Next, she found a pair
of diamond earrings. Wayne got a long, hot, wet kiss for those.
In the last box was a new nightgown, one not meant for warmth or
daily use. Made of a sheer see-through black material, lacy
patterns masked the more intimate areas of her body. Matching
panties, garter belt and stockings were also in the box.
"Don't you dare go away!" Teresa took that box and her purse into
the bathroom. In there was a hydro tub big enough for four people,
as well as all the other amenities usually found in an expensive
hotel suite. It took her about five minutes to get ready.
Wayne had two glasses of wine poured when she came out, and whistled
at the vision before him.
"Absolutely beautiful." Lit by those same dozen flickering bulbs,
backdropped by stars and city lights, she was a tantalizing vision
in black lace. Five foot nine, one hundred thirty pounds, with
breasts to match her size and waist and hips still trim and firm,
Teresa was beautiful. A princess was what Wayne called her - a
black-haired brown-eyed beautiful princess.
Standing and moving to her side, he took her in his arms and kissed
her deep and hard. Hands fondled her bottom and teased her nipples
into hardness. She was already getting wet just thinking about what
she suspected would be coming.
"I think I like this outfit." Teresa rubbed her hand on the front
of his slacks. Her fingers found and squeezed his hard cock. "I
think you like it too. Let's see about getting you more
comfortable."
Teresa stripped him down, starting with his tie. The clothes got
thrown wherever. When his shirt came off, she trailed kisses down
his shoulders and across his back. Those broad, muscular shoulders
and deep chest still turned her on as much as they did when she
first met the man, a dozen years earlier.
Pulling down his boxer shorts, she finally freed his cock. Rather
than letting her lick and suck on it like they usually did, Wayne
drew her to her feet, then walked her backwards until she fell onto
the bed. He followed her down. This was something he did only once
in a long while, despite the fact that Teresa absolutely loved what
he was about to do. Whenever asked, Wayne always grinned and
insisted he would only do the nasty on special occasions.
She closed her eyes, spread her arms and legs, and let him fondle,
kiss, lick, and tickle anything he wanted. It was hard for her to
keep down the volume of her gasps and giggles, especially when her
husband pulled off her panties and teased her all around her pussy.
It seemed to her to be forever before his tongue finally slipped up
inside her cleft. By then, she was almost ready to explode. When
he sucked on and bit her clit, she did -- pulling his hair and
screeching her release.
Wayne never gave her any time to recover. He crawled up her body
and slid his cock into her slick, wet, spasming hole. For the next
ten minutes that big, muscular, handsome specimen of manhood held
off loosing his seed inside his wife, changing rhythm, speed,
depth, and angle numerous times. A series of peaks, both small and
large, ran through her body, detaching her from reality for some
time. Only after he had stopped for a while did she come back,
remembering a little of what had happened. His heavy grunting and
hard pumping at one point, along with the really wet slickness in
her pussy, told her that he had, indeed, climaxed. The woman pulled
him in for a brief kiss.
"You always do that so nice."
"Mmmm," he half groaned, still catching his breath. "You always
seem to like it so much." They kissed a few more times, with her
caressing his shoulders and back, before he spoke again.
"You realize, I hope, that now we need a shower before we go
dancing?"
Teresa flipped him over onto his back and rolled over to straddle
his loins. She pinned his hands by his ears with her own. Rocking
forward and back with her pussy lips wrapped around his half-hard
weapon, she soon had him loaded again, and captured his gun in her
holster.
Smiling rather cockily and using her sexiest voice, she murmured
down at her husband. "Shower? Dancing? Who says I'm even going to
let you out of this bed?"
His lewd grin promised her it would be a long, hot night.
<Fin>
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