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Good Wife University (GWU)
bi bobbi jo greene-wood

               Chapter Twelve - Darlene's Weekend

It was daylight. And there was Dwayne, Darlene smiled. Naked.
Cock. Limp cock. 'Blow job,' her mind said. She slid down in bed
and took him in her mouth.

For thirteen years, it was only on special occasions when she did
that, giving head. And Dwayne was already hard. Every time she
sucked him, he was already stiff. But not this time. The feeling
of his limp cock hardening in her mouth was... wonderful. Nice.
Exciting. Erotic. Sexy. Naughty.

"Damn, woman," he groaned a few moments later. She didn't stop.
She wanted to experiment, to learn about the man she married so
long ago. Now that he was fully hard, she used her tongue,
swirling it around the head of his cock, her eyes open to see his
reaction. She didn't see much but she felt it. He liked it. And
the ridge along the bottom. He's supposed to.. yeah, he does.

"I don't.. want to.. ah, spoil.. this but.. I gotta.. pee."

"Me, too," Darlene chuckled, realizing that it might take longer
to get him off then her sphincter could hold out.

"Let's shower together," Dwayne suggested.

"I'd like that."

They both liked it. Dwayne again asked her to "play with
yourself" and she did, even though she still felt some shame and
inhibitions. It was wonderful to stroke herself down there while
Dwayne's soapy hands carressed her breasts and his fingers pulled
on her nipples. She got off again.

"You haven't come," she noted.

"I'm saving it for later," he grinned, helping rinse his wife and
then roughly toweling her down.

"I want to shave you," she suddenly told him, inspired by a scene
from the movie 'Phenomenon' that flashed into her mind. With
both of them still nude, she did, sensuously spreading shaving
cream over his face and carefully drawing the razor over his
cheeks. She was almost done when Donald burst through the door.
The lock had been broken for a year.

"Sorry," her young son barked as he backed out.

"We won't be long," Darlene laughed, thankful that they weren't
engaged in something obviously sexual. She wiped off her
husband's face and pulled on her ratty old robe.

At breakfast, the kids questioned her about her week. She told
them about exercising and taking classes. It turned out to be
easy to leave out the sexual parts and still answer all of their
questions honestly.

The family packed a picnic lunch and went to a nearby lake with a
sandy beach and playground equipment. Darlene was still ashamed
of her body and refused to put on a swim suit and join the rest
of her family, busying herself with the picnic lunch and then the
clean up. And she took a brisk walk for exercise, sweating
profusely in the steamy heat and humidity.

Dwayne and Jennifer, her oldest daughter, had done a commendable
job keeping up with the housework. Darlene had to search for a
washer load of clothes, mostly things they had worn to the lake.
She was washing the picnic utinsils when Dwayne told her, "Leave
that. Let's take a walk."

They were a block from the house when he finally said something.
"Hon', I like your body."

"I'm fat."

"OK, you might prefer to lose a few pounds but I still like your
body. That outfit, those sexy shorts you were wearing last night
and that top like a bra, that was _so_ sexy. I wish you'd wear
things like that more often."

It's all about sex and communications and communicating about
sex, she remembered Clarice saying as she pondered her husband's
statement. "You want me to dress sexy?"

"And play with yourself," he whispered in her ear because there
was a woman raking grass as they passed.

Little did he know how often she 'played with herself', but
always in the bedroom when the kids were out, alone with her
imagination, imagining things like... last night. "It is fun,"
she bashfully admitted.

"It sure turned me on," he told her, more loudly now that a mower
was roaring nearby to provide privacy.

"Me, too."

"Did they teach you that?"

"Yeah."

"Tell me about it." So she did, giving lots of details of not
only the activities but her feelings.

Dwayne let her talk. He had attended two classes, as well. Just
evenings with the guys talking about women in general and wives
in particular. Real 'guy talk' but about reality, loving their
wifes, not typical locker room macho' bragging. He learned that
'listen' was the most important thing he could do.. so he did.

"... Geez, I'm getting turned on just talking about this,"
Darlene said in the middle of her monologue, feeling her pussy
lips puff up with arousal.

"And you've turned me on."

"One of our instructors, an older woman named Clarice, you
remember her. She's the one who went wild at the Sunday night
party. She told us on the first day that sex and communications
and comm...."

And Darlene got even more turned on as she talked and Dwayne
listened. He had to adjust his hardon in his pants several times
as he got turned on. They were still talking when they made it
back to the house. The boys were in front of the TV as the window
unit hummed and spewed cool air. Jennifer was in the back yard
watching the little girls in the wading pool. "Do I get paid for
watching the twerps?" she wanted to know.

"Yes," Darlene answered quickly. Turning back to her husband,
she told him, "We'll have to do something special for her."

"Yeah," he agreed, worrying about how he would pay for it.

"So what do you like?"

"When you dress sexy," he grinned lecherously.

"Like how?"

"Short shorts, tight ones. Short skirts. You still have a pretty
nice pair of gams, there, lady," he grinned. "And your boobs and
back and you. Just you."

Even though she felt bashful and ashamed, Darlene found a pair of
old cut-off jean shorts that were 'Daisy Duke' style on her body
and a knit halter top that he bought her years ago. She had never
worn it because the sides of her breasts weren't covered and she
thought that it made her look like a cow, but... He likes it, she
realized as he scanned her from top to bottom and back up and
then up and down again. She could feel his eyes on her as she
turned her back on him to prepare supper. And then she felt his
hands, rough from manual labor but oh, so nice.

And he really helped with dinner, peeling all the carrots and
potatoes. They ate in front of the TV. The sound of crickets was
drowned out by the hum of the air conditioner and the TV set.
Jennifer looked at her mother's outfit with disapproval but
Dwayne obviously loved it. None of the other kids even noticed.

Just as it got dark, Dwayne got up and pulled out his billfold.
"Here," he said, handing Jennifer a five dollar bill. "Your
mother and I are going outside to have sex. If we don't get
interrupted, you get double this tomorrow."

Lightning was flashing in the distance as they went outside to
play in the wading pool and the lawn chairs and then on a
furniture pad in the bed of Dwayne's pickup. "Play with
yourself," Dwayne kept encouraging. Each time, Darlene blushed
but she did it. And she enjoyed it. And Dwayne enjoyed watching,
especially when she came. And he waited and listened and waited
some more, then, with perfect timing, joined his wife to get her
off.

A cool, gusty wind that preceeds a summer thunderstorm made them
move the furniture pad in the garage. Dwayne lifted Darlene onto
his workbench where saw dust ground into her bare bottom. He
stuffed the pad behind her so she could lean back. Then, sitting
on a stool, he lifted her legs over his shoulders and settled in
for a feast.

The first class he had attended taught 'listen.' The second was
eating pussy and the leader of the discussion group suggested
that they all follow Dr. Grey's advice to 'camp out down there
for a while.' Dwayne was comfortable. He licked up between
Darlene's puffed up pussy lips. She twitched and groaned. It was
fun driving his wife nuts. And it turned him on but he still felt
no urgency to blow his nuts. She was available. Darlene had made
it clear that whenever he wanted sex, she was ready.

A bolt of lightning hit a tree nearby just as Darlene reached
another spectacular orgasm, the tremendous boom of thunder
somehow making the feelings even more intense, especially when
Dwayne wouldn't stop. He was having too much fun and wasn't about
to quit until she came again and again and again, losing herself
in multiple orgasms that came one after the other until she
passed out.

The violent part of the thunderstorm was over by the time she
woke up. They ended their evening of liberated sex with Darlene
giving a spectacular blow job while Dwayne relaxed in the hammock
and she knelt in the wet grass beside it. She swallowed every
drop.

They snuck back into the house. Darlene's top was in the bed of
the pickup and she thought her shorts might be in the garage.
Dwayne's briefs were lost somewhere in the back yard but they
found his soaked jeans on a lawn chair along with socks and
boots. They'd pick up later. For the moment, they cuddled to
sleep.

"Thank you," Dwayne told his daughter the next morning, handing
her a ten dollar bill. He had finished the dishes from last
night while Darlene slept in. He also took several phone calls.

They went to church as a family. Dwayne seldom went but it
seemed right to thank God for his good fortune. He hadn't even
remembered that it was Father's Day. Jennifer did. She organized
all of her younger brothers and sisters to make gifts and an
early dinner and a cake with rich burnt sugar icing, her dad's
favorite.

The kids were all going to day camp the next day so they were put
to bed early. Jennifer was still up reading when she heard the
unmistakable sounds coming from her parents' room.

"Yes, fuck me," Darlene panted as the bedsprings creaked
rhythmically. "Fuck me hard."

"Play with yourself."

"Yes. Yeah. Oh, so good, ah..."

When it was over, Darlene's orgasm followed quickly by Dwayne's,
there was quiet until Darlene whispered, "I don't want to go
back."

"We agreed," he told her. "And if one week makes things this
much better, think about how it'll be in another eleven."

"I know," she sobbed, "But I miss you and the kids and I hardly
got to spend any time with them and I don't know how I'm going to
be able to make it."

"They're coming to kidnap you, you know," Dwayne chuckled.

"Who? What? Oh."

"Yeah. They called a couple of times. Do you really mind?"

"Yes," she whimpered. "No. Oh, geez, I'm so screwed up I don't
know what I want."

"We haven't fought all weekend."

"We didn't have time," Darlene snickered, tears still rolling
down her cheeks.

"That wasn't the only reason," Dwayne told her. "We talked a
lot. I feel closer to you than I ever have."

"Me, too. That's why I don't want to go back."

"Yes, you do," he grinned.

"NO!"

"Put these on," he told her, producing a pair of handcuffs.

"No!"

"I'll eat your pussy if you do," he teased.

"No."

"Be real quiet when they come to get you so you don't wake the
kids."

"No, please," she begged. But there was little choice. She
finally agreed to put on the handcuffs. Behind her back. They
were uncomfortable. And it was uncomfortable kneeling on the bed
with her shoulders resting on the sheet so Dwayne could lay under
her and lick her pussy but it felt so good and...

Her next explosion was incredible. Fantastic. And over all too
quickly. She could barely walk out to the van, naked, led by her
husband who threatened to carry her with the help of two other
men who oogled her body. Never in a million years would she admit
how pleased she was when they didn't turn away in disgust but
openly admired her corpulence.


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