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I am not the author - this is merely a repost




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.

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