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The Ceilidh

By: hamishmcl



I was driving round Scotland together with my friend Ken who was visiting from NZ. We were staying in a B&B in a village near Perth. Down the road the 'Big Hotel' was advertising a ceilidh, open to non residents. The cover charge seemed reasonable and Ken was fanatical about country dancing so we just had to go.

The billing suggested that it would be smart dress so we both put on our black Argyle jackets for the occasion. Ken was in his usual McKenzie tartan kilt and I chose to wear my Dress Stewart kilt. I wasn't actually going to wear anything underneath but Ken insisted that I wear pants since he didn't want me to embarrass either myself or him while dancing. I thought about wearing my white CK trunks which go quite well with that tartan but he suggested that I wear the Dress Stewart tartan undertrews instead since he liked to see me in them. He thought they looked smart and they were certainly modest enough, coming well down my thigh, rather like Bermuda shorts and, since they were in the same tartan as the kilt, it was hard to tell which was kilt and which was underwear.

There was a good crowd there. I even danced quite a lot since there were the usual favourites like the Dashing White Sargent, Eightsome reel, etc which I can actually do. Since it was ceilidh dancing, one of the younger women made me burl more than I had intended but I soon got into the energetic way and was leaping about quite the thing. I noticed an elderly gent sitting at one of the side tables who kept looking at me. I was sure that it wasn't because I was a good dancer!! He caught my eye and we smiled at each other. After one rather energetic dance he motioned Ken and myself over. He said that he liked my kilt and the unusual way it was pleated. He was quite knowledgeable and recognised the Dress Stewart tartan right away. He introduced us to his niece and Ken took her off as a partner for the next dance, leaving us sitting together.

We chatted for a bit about kilts and dancing then he said, "I hope that you don't mind me asking a personal question, but are you wearing tartan undertrews beneath your kilt?".

I laughed and said that I didn't at all mind him asking. I confirmed that, yes, I was, and added that not many people nowadays would have recognised them. He told me that he couldn't help getting a brief glimpse when my kilt swung up on the turns. I joked that it was more than a turn when the young lady 'burled' me round so fast! He was amused at that.

He told me that his name was Bobby and he had always worn trews under his kilts, as did most men of his generation. He had been a professional entertainer, with the specialties of highland dancing and playing the organ. He was a talented guy. It turned out that he was born in 1925 so that would have made him 80! A well preserved 80, I may say. Hope that I look as well at that age. I asked why he wasn't still wearing a kilt and he told me that he recognised that he had lost both the figure and the legs for a kilt but he admired other men wearing them and he thought that I wore mine particularly well. I thanked him. Then, suddenly, and surprisingly, he asked if my friend Ken was gay. 

"Yes," I said, "and, before you ask, I am bi."

"I did wonder." And I wondered how he knew because I didn't think of Ken as obviously gay. Perhaps those who are properly gay have a special instinct about others.

He said that he would like to have a private viewing of my trews if I didn't object. He was staying in the hotel and I could come up to his room. I said that I would be delighted and he dispatched me to the bar to order drinks for his niece and Ken. He had a good bottle of Scotch in his room for us. He told his niece that he was going up to his room for a bit and I told Ken what was happening. Ken wasn't very pleased not to be included.

We got to his room and settled down with our drinks. We were sitting opposite one another and I could see that he had deliberately put me in the higher chair from the desk while he was sitting in the low lounge chair. 

"Open your legs a bit," he asked and I obliged. "Very nice!" he said.

Then he asked me to cross my legs, high up. I duly flashed him a side view of thigh with the kilt pleats falling back to reveal the legs of the tartan undershorts. I was finding all this display quite arousing and a part of me was beginning to respond! I could feel it growing down the leg of my trews. I wondered if he could see the bulge of it between my legs.

I flashed him more views of my trews including standing up and doing a couple of spins so that the dark kilt pleats swung out and up, showing the white of the tartan which was normally covered with the pleats in repose, and, of course, the matching tartan shorts underneath the kilt. He was loving it. Then he asked me to stand beside him which I duly did. I felt his warm hand on my knee, then climbing my left thigh, all under my kilt and sporran which were still in place. Eventually it reached the leg of my trews. 

"You don't mind, do you?"

"Of course not, I am enjoying it. Feel free to do anything you want!"

I could feel him touching the material, one finger inside the leg opening, the other outside, rubbing the tartan between them. I could also feel my erection growing further down the leg, the same left leg that he had his finger in. I wondered when he would notice! He took his finger out of the leg and his hand felt along the front of my trews. I could feel them touch the bulge, then move away to the other side then come back to feel the outline more carefully but all with a light fingered touch. Remember that this was all going on under the kilt so I could only feel where his hand was, not see it. Much more exciting than having it all exposed! I was in the hands of an expert in arousal. Nothing was being said either. No frivolous chatting. It was all done in silence.

Well, he had felt enough and now was time to see. He asked me to turn round then lifted my kilt at the back. Lots of tartan pleats but he swept them all up quite expertly. But that needed both his hands so he couldn't touch as well. He asked me to hold up the pleats for him then I felt his hands on my bum, squeezing the tartan covered cheeks gently then running a questing finger up and down the valley, then right through between the tops of my spread thighs, feeling all of my bulges. I was loving it! Then he wanted to see the front so I turned round and obligingly scooped up the aprons and sporran and held them high up on my chest. I could hear his intake of breath as he viewed the big expanse of Dress Stewart tartan. I could see my reflection in the mirror behind him. It is a big kilt and with me holding up the tartan it stretched all the way from shoulder level to the trews legs coming halfway down my thighs. As I looked down, the bulge of my penis was becoming quite obvious. These trews are rather tight as you can see in the photos and video. It was actually feeling uncomfortable. My sex was trying to erect upright, but still constrained downwards inside the close fitting leg of the shorts where it had been hanging when flaccid. He must have recognised the problem because he asked if I was feeling it tight, indicating the front of my trews. I said that I was. Then I saw him move his hand to the buttons on the fly front. He undid the lowest one, then the next, and, finally, the waistband. Then he put one hand in the opening and, very gently, reached down to grasp my stiffening penis. With both hands, one outside and one inside, he released it from its tight tartan prison, pulling it upright to freedom. Relief! Lowering my trews some more he reached down and pulled both the balls through as well. So that all my sex was outside the trews. Then he did a surprising thing. He pulled them up a bit and redid the top button so that the trews were more or less covering me but with cock and balls sticking out of the fly. 

I looked again in the mirror and I was a right sight! That same full expanse of tartan but with bare sex parts sticking out of the front. My penis hadn't quite fully erected so soon after being constrained inside the tight tartan pants. He cupped it expertly in his hands and rubbed gently. He was gratified to feel me respond. The rubbing continued until I was more fully erect. Then he asked me to stand closer, to stand directly in front of him, in fact, with my legs astride his. Then he bent his head forward and took my cock in his mouth. Lovely!

"Excuse me just a minute," he said, and removed his dentures, laying them on the table. He took me in his mouth again and this time it was the purest bliss as he mouthed me like no other. He sucked, he licked, he did what felt like incredible things to my cock which was by now fully hard. He had my balls in his hands too, squeezing, rubbing, pulling, and also sometimes with a hand between my legs, rubbing through the trews, just behind the scrotum where he could feel the base of my stiff penis, and also further back, fingering my hole. Eventually, I told him that I was going to cum but he just nodded without taking me out of his mouth so I took that as a Yes! I lowered the aprons over the back of his head so he was completely up my kilt giving me this most fantastic blow job. I rested my hands on his shoulders then stroked his head through the covering tartan. I couldn't see what he was doing, of course, but somehow that made it more exciting. I could hold back no longer and cried out that I was cumming! He kept sucking and I felt the unstoppable spasms of orgasm again and again as I ejaculated.

He took it all in his mouth. When I had cum my lot, I lifted the aprons and he disengaged his mouth, My penis was all wet and shiny with a little trail of semen still hanging off the tip. I was feeling absolutely shattered. Standing up while having an orgasm does that to me more than when lying down. Gerald usually brings me off standing up and I quite like the intense feeling it gives. But he never sucks like this guy did.

As I said, he must have swallowed all of my cum since I didn't see him spit it out. What he did do was to take another sip of his whiskey..... as a semen chaser perhaps??- and put his teeth back in.

I asked if he wanted me to rub him but he said, no, 'down there' hadn't worked properly for years and he was perfectly content to leave it in peace. He got his pleasure out of feeling and pleasuring me in my lovely kilt and matching trews. 

I made to put my penis back inside the trews and pull them up but he stopped me, saying that he wanted to keep looking at it. There were not many times he had the opportunity to look at a kilted man this way. He showed me where the tissues were and I dried myself. But it was a bit uncomfortable with the trews partly down so we compromised. I pulled the trews up but left my, by then, limp cock sticking out of the lower part of the fly. I did up the waist and top button. When I sat down he wanted me to pull back the aprons of my kilt so that my penis was on view, surrounded by tartan covered crotch. It was still leaking a bit and I used another tissue to wipe the drips. Having an interested spectator watching me this way was quite sexy and, although I didn't get another erection I kept oozing semen for a surprising length of time.

He asked if my friend Ken wore trews under his kilt but I said that he hadn't any of his own but he liked to see me in mine. He had tried some on but they didn't fit him as they were too small. He asked if Ken ever went without pants but I told him that Ken always wore green schoolgirl knickers for dancing, like he was now, but he sometimes wore the same ordinary white briefs he wore under his trousers. He asked if I was having sex with Ken and I confirmed that I was. "He will be disappointed tonight!" he remarked.

He asked if I had met other men wearing trews. I said that I had only found a few but that there quite a lot who had been interested in mine. 

We corresponded for a bit, but Bobby wasn't in to computers so he wrote longhand. I printed off my replies to him. He had had some interesting experiences to share and he was very appreciative of the kilted experiences I told him.

The Ceiling



This is a somewhat back-handed Romance that explores the complacency in the over-worked cliché "happily married". It starts from an unromantic, jaded perspective and takes a while to build any sense of romance. Sex is interspersed throughout and includes all openings so if anal ain't your thing, be forewarned. As always, this is a work of fiction and any coincidental similarity between the characters or circumstances in this story and some bit of someone's reality somewhere is unintentional and a purely random event in the cosmos. The characters in this story are over 18 and any sex is consensual between adults. As always, feedback is appreciated and voting lets me know where my work stands with you the reader. HP

Chapter 1 -- "Happily Married"

George Raithenby lay on his back staring at the silver ripples of reflected moonlight dancing on the ceiling. When the night was clear and the moon was full but not too high in the sky, the pale silver light reflected off the swimming pool, through the open window onto the bedroom ceiling. The dancing silver light usually had an eerie, yet somehow soothing quality but George was beyond the reach of the soothing bit of the shimmer at that moment.

It was a warm, sticky summer night. The clearing skies were taking their time lowering the humidity to less than tropical rain forest levels. The air conditioner was struggling to keep up and George was having trouble sleeping, again.

It wasn't just the muggy funk of the weather. He had been having real trouble sleeping on and off for a while now. His wife, Val, on the other hand was obliviously in dreamland on her side of the bed. She was making those little muttering, burbling, snoring noises that George found extremely annoying. Some nights, like tonight, when insomnia left him with nothing to do but listen to her for hours, it bordered on fingernails on a chalkboard. Val, however, was blissfully oblivious to the tempest raging in her partner's mind.

George was not a happy man. Val's sister was known to joke "we were happily married for a couple of years and now I'm just hanging around to piss him off". George often wondered if Val was also thinking the same thing.

"Happily married is such a cliché," he thought. "You start off happily married, then get comfortable and then some degree of discomfort sets in," was more accurate in his opinion. 

George and Val were seen as a happy couple in public, they seemed to find their game faces for other people and put on a good show. In the privacy of their home, they each went separate ways; Val to the TV in the living room and George to his home office and the Internet. With their respective jobs, they ate supper together about half the time and basically coexisted in the same house. They went to bed at different times and rarely saw each other in any state of undress. Since they were hardly ever in the same mode at the same time, their sex life was essentially non-existent.

Not for a lack on interest on George's part, that was for sure. From George's research online he knew he was not alone in his opinion. They were like most "happily married" couples -- they had that age-old gender difference in sex drive.

Val found fulfillment and purpose in shopping with her friends, in those regular TV shows that just couldn't be missed, in regular and expensive redecorating of the house, in countless visits to the hair salon and all the other things that George's successful career had provided for her. But in his mind, she was focused on meaningless, frivolous and usually expensive and wasteful pursuits while forgetting the single most important thing; were it not for him, she wouldn't have the time or money for any of these "fulfillments".

Val seemed happy with sex every couple of months or less and was never the instigator. She had perfected the controlled give-in. In spite of never starting things, she controlled all of these rare encounters by her lack of interest in novelty. She was content with a passive round of legs spread, zero participation missionary-style most of the time. Once in a long while if she had been drinking a bit, she would sometimes take the top and dangle her plump nipples in his face. 

George had eventually learned how to get her to cum by varying his pace and the angle of his strokes, something he had to figure out on his own because she wouldn't dare communicate her intimate secrets and feelings. He only realized she came the first time because she held her breath for long enough that he noticed and then involuntarily shuddered a bit, clenching her pussy muscles nicely around his cock. Val almost always went to sleep satisfied but never said anything about their sessions afterwards.

As far as George was concerned, the only real variety in his sex life came from switching hands once in a while. Surely at 49 he was too young to be celibate? This was the discomfort setting in part; it hadn't always been like that.

Chapter 2 -- Early Days

George couldn't help but almost smile as he recalled fondly when they first met. What pleasant memories they were, filled with the wonder of the joint discovery of pleasure.

He and Val had met in college. They had lived in the same dormitory. In those heady days in the '70's, the co-ed dorms were still separated into boys' and girls' sections. There were dividing doors between the sections because the parent generation just didn't get it and still required such moral standards but more often than not, they were propped open. The outside doors of the dorm were locked but the interior doors did nothing to prevent late night adventures in forbidden pleasure.

After a couple of dates to campus events, Val followed George back to his single room one night after the bars closed preferring his lack of a roommate to her ever-present roommate. The two found their inhibition shields were down just enough to take their relationship to the next level. They very quickly progressed to necking on George's bed. Both of them knew the principles of French kissing and quickly advanced to passionate tasting and teasing each other with their tongues. As the temperature of their ardor sky-rocketed, George made some tentative explorations of Val's curves. While their tongues danced, his fingers traced lightly up and down her side, caressing the side of her breast and the swell of her hip. Val's hunger grew and she sighed lightly into their kiss each time George slid his hand over the side of her bra cup.

At this point, Val was still a virgin. Not through any grand plan mind you, but just because that is what good girls did and she hadn't bothered to consider giving it up before this.

Man-about-campus George was the experienced one by comparison. He had lost his virginity the previous year to the dorm slut; an event he mostly preferred to forget. His experience with her was neither memorable nor really very enlightening. Both of them had been drinking and when she followed him back to his room, they had unceremoniously stripped, jumped into his bed and fucked. He had been so wound up, he had come after three strokes in her sloppy pussy. She had stroked him back to life and rolled on top of him to ride herself to an orgasm. Her large tits had been soft and pillowy, swaying in front of his face and he had eagerly slurped on her tiny nipples as she rode him. As she came, the clasping of her pussy muscles had barely given him enough sensation to finish off again. She had rolled off and left him snoring gently in his bed, the combined effects of the beer and post-coital bliss rendering him comatose for the night. In those pre-internet days, he had limited knowledge of the female anatomy and no clue how to please his partner. Finding the whole event mediocre, the dorm slut had declined a second tryst with a pleading and rather tipsy George a week later. He once again donned his shy and introverted personality around women and with it, a corresponding lack of "action" in the mattress department.

With all that experience backing him up, George tentatively and gradually moved his caresses further over Val's breast. She started to hold her breath to increase the pressure of George's hand to her still well covered nipple. George gradually got her hints and gave up the pretext of stroking her side and focused on caressing the fully clothed mammary gland. He was enjoying his apparent freedom, cupping her plump tit in his hand, gently hefting the soft flesh and experiencing the sensations as much as he could with her rather utilitarian undergarment in the way. As he ran his thumb over her nipple, in spite of the armor-plated support cup it hardened noticeably and he began to appreciate what would become one of his favorite features of her anatomy; her plump, prominent nipples.

George slipped his hand bravely under Val's sweater and ran the pad of his thumb over her bra-clad nipple. Val's breath caught in her throat each time his thumb rubbed over her nipple but otherwise she seemed content to passively absorb what he was doing while they continued to kiss. Emboldened by his good fortune, George slid his other hand down Val's smooth tummy and into the waistband of her jeans. She didn't react much but she didn't stop him either. After hesitating long enough to give her the chance to object, he fumbled for a while on his own and managed to pop the button and slide the zipper down. Sliding his hand over the utilitarian white underpants he felt her dense, untrimmed bush. The further south he went, the more moisture he encountered and he realized that Val's sex was really reacting a lot more actively than the rest of her let on.

The dorms were typically austere so the pair had been sitting on the only piece of furniture big enough for two -- his bed. As their passion flared, they gradually slid into a reclining position with Val on her back and George propped up on one elbow. He pushed his hand further into her jeans and crooked his finger into the damp valley in her panties. Val laid her head back and closed her eyes as he explored her sex with his untrained finger. With a sense of the basics, George rubbed his index finger back and forth over her now very wet panties, rubbing her inner lips and occasionally bumping her clit more by good luck than any semblance of skill.

Val's excitement grew rapidly in response to the assault on her sensitive clit and she began panting, her chest heaving as her hips reacted on their own to George's clumsy ministrations. As her pelvis ground upwards to meet his hand, she bumped her clit into his finger more accidentally at first but soon with a determined sense of purpose. George was a quick learner, sensing that the contact with that hard nub he felt under his finger was driving Val higher and higher. He crooked his finger and focused his attention on stroking the nub with greater accuracy. That did it, Val tipped over that delicious point of sensory overload as the fireworks went off behind her eyes and the warm glow spread rapidly outward from her center enveloping her.

She grabbed his wrist hard to still his hand against her sensitive mound as her hips jerked and twitched riding out the waves of pleasure that marked her very first orgasm that was not induced by her own hands. As her breathing returned to normal, Val opened her eyes and gave him the most feedback he ever got from her. "Wow, that was wonderful," she breathed shyly.

Suddenly realizing his hand was still clasped between her thighs, she pulled it out and quickly zipped her jeans, suddenly embarrassed at having been so intimate. George for his part didn't know what to do next and several moments of awkward silence passed between them with his hand resting on her hip. In the stark, post-orgasmic light, Val's embarrassment grew and she stammered "I-I sh-should be g-going now, it's g-g-getting late." George realizing a fleeting moment was about to run out the door, jumped to his feet.

"Can I call you tomorrow and maybe we can go to the library and study together?"

"Sure, that would be nice. Call me around seven."

With that, she was gone. As the door clicked shut behind her, George let out a massive sigh realizing his dick was harder than it had ever been and he was quickly heading for a bad case of blue balls. Getting out a well-thumbed men's magazine from the hiding place under his bed, he quickly coaxed an enormous load from his swollen balls, seeing spots he came so hard. After he cleaned up the mess, he crawled into bed to sleep off the beer and mull over the turn of events.

Chapter 3 The Making of a Relationship

The shy couple continued for the rest of the term studying together and occasionally passionately kissing in George's room. When he did get up the courage to try to touch Val intimately again, she gently but firmly rebuffed his advances but continued the hot, tongue-wrestling kisses that kept him perpetually hard and horny. Val always chose her departure time as his passion was peaking and clearly preferred the option of meeting in George's room so she could control how and when the evening ended.

As he watched the silvery light reflecting on the ceiling, George realized with a grim certainty that Val had always been in control of their physical relationship. Even before they became completely intimate, she had been running the show doling out her charms in measured amounts and always setting the limits of their physical relationship. He didn't know if it was a conscious decision on her part to keep him horny and thinking with his small head all the time. Planned or not, that is the way she had played it and George had been too devoid of conscious thought to reflect on his fate until much later in life.

At the end of the term, the dorm population was quickly thinning out as exams concluded and relieved students packed their worldly possessions to scatter across the countryside to their various summer jobs. Val and George both had a tough chemistry exam on the last day and decided to let off steam after the exam before parting company for the summer.

They both struggled with the exam to the bitter end and at the "Pencils down" command, sighed with relief. Whatever happened now, they were just so glad to get it over with. Many of their fellow chemistry students had the same idea and a parade from the exam led unwaveringly to the nearest watering hole. The drinks flowed easily and before too long George and Val were feeling a good buzz. Not wanting to get too far gone, Val wrapped her arm around George's waist and unsteadily maneuvered him for the door. He was happy to go along and their feet seemed to magically guide them back again to George's room.

As soon as the door was shut, George wrapped Val in a big hug and kissed her passionately. She responded with the hottest kiss ever and his dick was instantly like a steel bar, cramped and uncomfortable in his jeans. Val's hip pressed against the bulge in his pants and he tried to turn his hips to remove the contact. She had other ideas and began to lightly rub her hipbone against the bulge. George squirmed and jerked, embarrassed and trying in vain to avoid further arousal. Emboldened by his reaction and the beers, Val reached down and grabbed his erection through his jeans.

George froze mid-kiss. His dick jerked slightly in her hand and he stood like a statue, unsure of what to do next. He didn't need to worry, Val continued as the aggressor, putting her other hand behind his head and puling him deeper for a torrid kiss while she rubbed her palm hard against his manhood.

George fought the urge to thrust against her palm, willing himself to focus on passionately returning her kiss, groaning as her hand rubbed the rough fabric against his hard cock. He unwrapped the hug he had been giving her and went straight to caressing her breast, gently kneading the soft tissue and slipping his thumb back and forth over the plump nipple. Val increased her efforts on his cock and they both started to pant in anticipation of what was coming.

With his free hand shaking noticeably, George undid the buttons on Val's blouse one by one slowly revealing another of her plain white cross-her-heart utilitarian bras that were so popular in those days. Val paused in her ministrations to George's dick long enough to shrug the blouse off her arms and drop it on the floor. George reached round and fumbled with the hooks on her bra. With a stroke of luck rather than any innate skill, he released the last hook and Val shrugged the straps off her arms, leaving George with his first view of her naked breasts. To his eye, they were perfect. Full and round with just a hint of droop from their size. Suddenly exposed to room temperature and reflecting her growing arousal, her nipples quickly thickened into plump, rubbery nubs begging for his undivided attention. Bending slightly, he took one plump bud and then the other in his mouth, gently sucking and nipping, enjoying the rubbery texture. Val's heavy breathing switched to sighs of obvious pleasure.

With George bent the way he was, Val couldn't quite reach the front of his pants so she consoled herself with fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. When it was undone, he helped her by shrugging his shoulders and the garment pile on the floor grew deeper.

Straightening up and kissing his way back up her chest and across her collarbone, left Val her opening. Quickly undoing his jeans, with a quick tug they were down at his ankles leaving George in his tighty-whiteys. He was sporting a large damp spot at the summit of the tent in the Y fronts.

With an uncharacteristic boldness, George returned the favor, quickly undoing and dropping Val's jeans to reveal her plain and also very obviously damp white cotton panties.

Now that they were both mostly naked, George pulled Val close in a tight hug and passionately kissed her while reveling in the feel of her naked plump nipples spearing his chest. Val ground her pelvis up against his hard cock while they breathlessly kissed.

Backing them up gently towards his bed, George nudged and Val sat hurriedly when the backs of her knees hit the mattress. She didn't release her hug on him so George toppled over with her and they wound up more or less in a missionary position with George's hard dick pressed directly on her sopping wet pussy. Passionately kissing, they were both dry humping in uncoordinated jerks against the sensitive contact between them.

George started kissing and nibbling on Val's neck, working his way down again to her plump nipples. Val's eyes were closed and her head was rolling from side to side as she enjoyed the stimulation on her flushed nipples. George continued his trip south, vaguely following a sense of direction based on the lurid but improbable descriptions in the letters section of his favorite men's magazine. 

When he reached the junction of her thighs, George pulled gently on her panties and Val unconsciously lifted her hips to help him remove the soaking garment. As he slid her panties down, George leaned in and kissed her soft curls basking in the smell of her arousal. Val sighed and hunched her hips up so George repeated the process kissing the folds at the point of the triangle of hair.

Val wantonly spread her legs wide open, giving George his first clear view of her puffy inner lips and the dewy dampness coating them with a sheen of pure lust. Diving in what he hoped was the right place, he drew his tongue up the dewy ridges of her lips and accidentally flicked right out at the top of the valley. Val jerked and grabbed George's head, thrusting his face fully into her pussy. With two small, quick thrusts of her hips against his tongue, she froze, her face contorted with the grimace of pleasure marking her first "petit mort" on George's tongue. Something that she wouldn't often let be repeated in the coming years. She held George's face mashed into her clit as she twitched with orgasmic aftershocks. As she gradually calmed down, she released her tight grip on George's head. Quickly drawing a breath, he watched in wonder as her pussy continued to twitch and squeeze, clear fluid flowing slowly down toward the crack of her ass.




The Ceiling



Looking up from his wet vantage point, he watched fascinated as her last few gasping breaths bounced her tits around her chest. His reading had given him enough of a clue that he was sure he had just given Val an orgasm of grand proportions.

As she wound down in her post-orgasmic bliss, Val slowly raised her head and smiled weakly at George. Not wanting a repeat of the previous session, George quickly stood and dropped his underwear, fishing about the floor for his pants and the "just in case" condom contained in his wallet. He quickly rolled the condom over his aching cock while Val slid up his bed to rest her head on his pillow.

Returning between her legs in what was to become their normal missionary position, he quickly positioned his cock in the wet valley and began to thrust erratically and wildly. Val winced with each uncoordinated jab and reached between them to guide his enthusiastic thrusts towards her moist center. George groaned with pleasure when he felt the head of his cock slip inside her wet folds.

The momentary pause gave Val a chance to get George's attention and she spoke for the first time since they entered his room.

"Go slow," she whispered, "this is my first time."

George came to his senses and settled himself to push gently and gradually work his dick into her tight opening. Each time he gained a bit, he pulled back and stroked slowly forward again. Pretty soon he felt the barrier guarding her soft inner core from his further advances. Leaning back, he kissed her gently and asked her the question with his eyes. Her only response was to slightly nod and avert her eyes. George took that as a shy yes and finished the job of de-flowering her with a solid thrust..

Val cried out in pain and George froze, holding his breath and keeping his cock still to see what would happen next. After what seemed like an eternity, Val sighed and opened her eyes. Her weak smile and the gentle nod of her head telling George he could start that age-old dance of passion.

George pulled back and stroked in gradually getting deeper and deeper with each plunge. When he felt their hips and wiry hair meet, he stopped again and kissed her gently. Val returned the kiss with passion and wiggled her hips slightly underneath him in a clear message to get on with it. George started stroking and realized right away that he wasn't going to last long in the warm, tight confines of her rippling pussy, even with the condom reducing the sensations. Val too had begun to feel a warm glow spreading from the fullness of her pussy and began to slightly arch and angle her hips to push her clit towards his invading spear to increase the pleasure contact. After a several more long slow strokes, George felt his balls pulling up and he increased his pace, ready for the final event. Val's hips involuntarily rocked back and forth with him, keeping the delicious contact between their flesh and spreading the fire in her belly faster than she thought possible. As soon as she felt his cock twitch and swell, her pussy responded by grasping and fluttering around him.

That was all it took, George stroked in once more, bottomed out as hard as he could and held it, spurting rope after creamy rope against the latex barrier. Spots burst in a rainbow of colors behind his eyes. The last nudge against her cervix and the pulsing and swelling of George's cock tipped her over the edge also. Val joined him in a state of sweaty bliss, enjoying her first orgasm on a hard cock, her pussy automatically squeezing and grasping his invading manhood and milking the last of his spurting load from his deflating cock.

Just before he collapsed, George had the presence of mind to grab the condom as he withdrew his wilting cock, rolling over to the side and successfully locating some tissues to keep the mess clear of Val and his bed. After mopping up the obvious evidence of her virginity with more of his tissues and laying there for a few minutes, Val gathered up her clothes and got dressed. George, who was rapidly heading for another beer and post-coital coma, was only vaguely aware she was leaving as she kissed him tenderly on the forehead on her way out.

Chapter 4 -- Setting the Pattern

Waking the next morning, George wondered if it had all been a dream but the pile of tissues and discarded condom told him it was real. George grabbed a quick shower, dressed and headed to the cafeteria to see if Val was having breakfast before finishing packing and heading for home. They arrived at the serving line at the same time and exchanged shy smiles and blushed as they both replayed their memory of the previous night.

They ate quietly, enjoying each other's company but awkwardly not sure what to say. Finally, George broke the ice. "Is there any chance we can get together over the summer?" he asked. "I can borrow my parents car and drive up to your place once in a while. It's probably only a five hour drive."

"My parents have never had to deal with a boy visiting me overnight so I don't know how they'll react."

"Oh. Well . . . can I at least call you?" George mumbled, somewhat taken aback.

"That would be great, we can see how the summer goes and see if there's a chance we can get together."

"Okay, I'll call you when I get settled back in at home and we can see how it goes," he brightened.

They finished their breakfast and exchanged home phone numbers as they parted company outside the cafeteria. George pecked Val lightly on the cheek and whispered "I'll call you" as they headed in their separate directions.

That summer had dragged on for George. At home he was constantly horny because every little thing seemed to remind him somehow of the last night he and Val had spent together. He was glad he found a job with a landscape company because the long hours and hard work helped keep his mind off Val during the day. The nights were another matter and he often lay awake at night picturing her plump nipples and her full breasts swaying on her chest as she climaxed their first time.

Ruefully, now as the reflected moonlight danced overhead almost laughing at him, he realized that he still did that many lonely nights when she was sleeping right beside him.

They both had to work hard at their summer jobs to make enough money to go back to school in the fall and they never did end up getting together that first summer. George had quickly fallen into a routine, calling her every Sunday night before his busy work week started. The side benefit to George's job had been the muscle and the tan he built up. Val had found a waitress job in a local burger joint and slugged double cheeseburgers and shakes for the high school crowd for lousy tips and lots of heckling.

George took the Greyhound bus back to school in the fall arriving well ahead of Val and finding the dorms almost deserted. He quickly moved his few belongings back into his dorm room and went searching for signs of life anywhere. He was at loose ends. Val wasn't due back for a couple of days when her parents could get away to drive her up to campus. George volunteered for freshman orientation and had some fun breaking in the new students and ogling the shy, giggling girls that suddenly seemed so much younger to him. By the time Val arrived back, the dorms were filling up fast and he went looking for her amid the crowds in the cafeteria after he figured her parents would have left. She was nowhere to be seen so George ate with a couple of his neighbors from the floor and headed back to his room.

The next morning at breakfast, she was sitting there by herself as he made his way through the buffet line and he quickly joined her.

"Where were you last night? I hung out here looking for you after your parents would have gone."

"They took me out to dinner. One last night of decent food before the caf crud fills my veins, I guess. George, we have to talk. I'll come by your room later after I register and get my course schedule."

"Okay. I'll see you later. I'm glad you're back."

"Hmmm. Me too," was her somewhat distant reply.

George headed back to his room wondering what that was about. Had she found someone else over the summer? Was she no longer interested in him? They had only talked once a week on the phone so the possibilities and the questions were bouncing around in his head like errant ping pong balls, driving him slowly crazy wondering what was going on.

As promised, Val dropped by his room after she finished with the lineups for registration. George tried to give her a big hug but she stood stiffly and didn't return much of the sentiment. She quickly sat in his desk chair so there was no room for George to sit close and start something.

"What's up Val?" he asked. "You don't seem very glad to see me."

"I'm sorry George" she began and his heart dropped into his stomach.

"I'm glad to see you too but I've done a lot of thinking over the summer. I don't want you to take this the wrong way."

"Take what the wrong way?"

"What I'm about to say."

"Oh". His heart thumped loudly in his ears and he sat rather heavily on his bed waiting for whatever dire news was coming his way.

"I really enjoyed our last night here before the summer" she started.

"Me too. It was fantastic," he quickly chimed in, hoping to turn the discussion onto a more positive note.

"That's the problem. I have to focus on my studies this year. My folks were struggling to keep me here last year and I need to do all I can to help them. My job at the burger joint didn't pay all that well and I need to get a scholarship so my grades have to improve. I must to focus on academics. I know I won't be able to spend much time with you and still get good grades."

"We can study together. That will give us lots of time to spend with each other and it will help your grades," George tried woefully to get something started.

"That will help some but I am taking only one course with you this term so I'll have to study the rest on my own. I enjoyed our last night together but I don't want that to become a regular thing. I really must be focused on what is most important for good grades."

Chapter 5 -- George's Discomfort

As he lay there staring at the moonlight playing off the waves, he realized that Val had been true to her word from then on. He had enjoyed one night of bliss followed by a summer of isolation and then sporadic sex in a pattern that continued to this day. She had always been in charge of their sex life and it had always been on her terms. They had slept together only a couple of nights each term and always when Val thought she was completely caught up and not a single grade was at stake in any of her courses.

They did nothing but straightforward missionary sex each time. Val seemed to hold back, keeping her body in check even more than that first night and not letting go at all. She rarely moaned or made any noise and didn't show any of the passion that she had on their first night. The only way George could tell he was doing something right was in the pace and depth of her breathing.

Val always directed the program, squirming away or shifting to prod George along to the next step in the same old sequence just as he was getting into exploring and tasting a part of Val's body. Looking back, he realized it was almost as if she didn't want either one of them to enjoy it too much in case she lost her stranglehold on their sex life. The spinoff effect was that George also got much better grades but he would have been happier with lower grades and a more satisfied libido.

For Val, there had always been some higher priority than their physical relationship. Almost like a fill-in-the-blank question on a test. Same starting statement, fill in the blank with the reason-of-the-month and he had heard many of them over the years. 

"We've got to focus and work extra hard to," (check the appropriate reason of the month) "get good grades / cover the wedding / save for our down payment / get a new car / pay for the kids' music lessons / pay for the pool / pay off the mortgage / pay for the kids' college..." On and on, the litany of reasons for anything to have a higher priority than their physical relationship had continued through their married life -- all the way through and past the kids living at home.

George was gradually aware of his realization that her pattern of control had been the same all these years. Always reluctantly giving in to sex when she couldn't come up with one of her fill-in-the-blank reasons and always the same functional coupling in the same position after the same set of foreplay rules and steps. About the only thing that had changed was that George had eventually learned how to control the speed, angle and depth of his strokes to get her to orgasm around the same time he did.

As he realized how long the pattern had been there, he began to wonder if he could ever break her old habits.

The dancing silvery moonlight also reminded him of the seldom-used pool that had seen the kids learn to swim but now represented a constant but fruitless source of work for George. With their son and daughter both in college and scattered all over the country in the summer, he and Val had the place to themselves pretty much year-round. They could enjoy the pool together whenever they wanted and with the privacy of the yard, they could skinny dip at will. Even then, the only time the pool was used was on the odd occasion when the kids visited and some of their old friends dropped by for a dip. Val never went in the pool anymore yet he still had to add chemicals, clean it regularly and do all the other countless little jobs that were needed to keep the stupid thing sparkling clean and Val off his back about how it looked.

"Might as well fill the damn thing in for all the good it does us," he mused to himself as he watched the rippling silver light on the ceiling. Val muttered in her sleep and he wondered if he had actually uttered the words aloud.

"Now I'm starting to talk to myself and go crazy on top of it all," he made sure he thought to himself.

Val continued to mutter so he realized she must be dreaming and not listening to his idle speculations. 

George had gone through this ebb and flow of sleeplessness before. He would often go for a week or two not sleeping too well. Once he had again come to grips with the reality of his celibacy, normal sleep mode would kick in again and he would enjoy a few weeks of restful but celibate nights. Val was blissfully unaware of this pattern and the tempest raging within George since she had long ago accepted his shifting moods as part of the fabric of their relationship.

George knew Val was unaware of the depth of his feelings in this regard. He was pretty sure that she knew he complained along with his buddies about "not getting enough" but he figured that she, like most of the other guys' wives would ignore that complaint as the normal whining of every married male. It was the age-old difference in sex drive between husband and wife and therefore a reality of every marriage so why should she care -- they were normal.

George's Internet research suggested they were far below the average frequency for their age group; somewhere less than a quarter of the monthly average if the stats were to be believed. When he once tried to allude to that fact with her, she had shrugged it off as a meaningless survey on some crap website run by husbands who wanted to try and legitimize their whining. After she got over being pissed off that he would try to suggest there were stats to back up his claims, nothing changed.

George thought he could add some spice to their life and see if Val's sex drive would pick up.

He had gone into stores and online to buy her sexy sleepwear. She had made him take or send it back without even trying it on.

"Why would I want to wear this crap? There's nothing to it and it won't keep me warm."

He had tried sending her to a spa for a relaxing makeover. She had returned so relaxed she slept extra soundly and ignored him more than ever.

He encouraged her to travel and visit friends and relatives in hopes that she would return realizing how much she missed him. Sometimes it worked to the extent that he would get a chaste hug and kiss when she got back.

He had taken her for mini-getaways on special anniversaries and sometimes had enjoyed another round of missionary mediocrity for his efforts.

Flowers and chocolates just aroused her suspicions, not her lust. Cards and spontaneous phone calls worked like flowers and chocolates as warning flags that must surely signal his guilt over something.

Another challenge was their schedules and preferred patterns. When the kids had become more independent, Val gradually started going to bed earlier than George and getting up and out of the house early to get to her executive assistant's job in plenty of time to beat her boss to the office and get his day organized. Without kids to organize for school or come home for, her day rarely ended before George's either so he often was relegated to making supper and coming up with something that would survive slow cooking to tolerate her odd hours without being too dry or overdone. She had even started to skip preparing weekend meals, leaving George to figure out what to make for the two of them.

George had a regular nine to five job as a middle manager in a large financial services company. He knew he had hit the career ceiling for his skills and education within that firm and wasn't going any higher unless the retirement rate suddenly went supersonic. He was content to go through the motions in a comfortable and predictable way that neither rocked the boat nor elevated his standing within the company. His annual performance reviews were always short and sweet. "Keep up the good work, you are an integral part of what makes this company tick." George recognized the BS for what it was. They were happy to have him right where he was. If he rocked the boat or tried to climb past the glass ceiling, things would go down hill pretty fast. He was dependable and steady so he earned his middle manager salary.

Their evenings were completely predictable. Val would crash in front of the TV, watching another batch of social misfits embark on a new adventure in the latest reality show craze or catching up with one of the daytime talk shows she PVR-ed. Before the late news came on, she was long gone to bed. George, to avoid that mindless TV he couldn't relate to, could often be found on the computer in his office surfing the web, reading online story sites and finding new visual stimuli for solo sessions with his right hand.

After all that he tried, he was out of ideas. Yet somehow it felt different to him this time. He felt like he was on the verge of giving up the struggle once and for all. A "why bother" point. She would never come around to see things his way. There was a creeping sense of desperation. If he couldn't get Val to come around and at least see and understand his concerns, it was probably past the point where it was worth trying anymore.

George realized he was probably having a typical mid-life crisis. Lousy sex life, wife not interested in anything he was, constantly maintaining a suburban lifestyle home showcase of her success and the kids out on their own all added up to what the fuck was he doing living like this.

His last couple of bonus checks from work had gone into a special savings account that Val didn't know about. He had started off thinking he would save for a surprise vacation. With the mortgage paid off and the kids working hard to cover a lot of their own college expenses, he and Val were quite comfortable and she hadn't even noticed the lack of bonus checks in the last few years. Instead of a surprise vacation, George began to wonder if he should buy a mid-life crisis sports car or find some fun fling as a sideline at a business conference or something to relieve the emptiness he was feeling. What about scoping out the options at work? Maybe he could find someone that would appreciate his unused talent for eating pussy?




The Ceiling



The more he thought about it, the more he wondered if he could stick with it. Separate beds or separate rooms or separate lives were much easier solutions. If she wasn't trying, why should he? Was it worth it? Was there any value to trying to make some changes to make him a happier husband? Was he just getting ornery and selfish with his advancing years? Maybe Val should get her way? 

Chapter 6 -- George's Rubicon

He was more determined to make a change and was becoming less worried about pissing her off. It seems that somewhere along the way, the rippling waves on the ceiling had finally represented his Rubicon. He had crossed a metaphorical watershed in trying to find a better relationship. This marked a fundamental shift in his attitude. This time he felt like he had to come up with something or he was going to go down trying. Continuing the way they were was slowly poisoning his attitude towards her and could only end in separate something. With the kids gone, there were no other outlets for his affections. Val was it and she seemed obliviously uninterested.

George knew that it would not be an easy change to make. He now recognized that Val's attitude had been surprisingly consistent ever since she cut him off at the start of the fall term all those years ago. It was a deep-seated part of her that something was always more important or higher priority than their physical relationship. Something always had to be done, couldn't be missed, wore her out too much; on and on went the reasons.

While surfing on his favorite story site, George happened on to a series of stories of husbands in the same boat he was.

In one story, the husband character was the major breadwinner like George and had treated his wife like an employee who wasn't meeting the expectations of the job. 

"Interesting idea," thought George but Val still did her part around the house except for opting out of taking a turn making meals. Maybe he could work the meals angle into it but it lacked the same punch.

In another story, the husband left town for a while to see if his wife would change. Turns out she was having an affair so that scenario didn't match either.

In a bunch of the stories, the wives were having affairs and the husband was the last to find out. George was pretty sure Val wasn't having an affair. Unless she had been continuously unfaithful since she lost her virginity, she hadn't changed or seemed suddenly distant or any of the other signs the stories suggested pointed to an affair.

It also wasn't the change of life like a couple of the stories had suggested. Val hadn't shown any mood swings or other signs, she'd been like this since college and she was still a bit young for that scenario to play out.

So George was getting no help from the online stories either. He could sympathize with the husband characters in many of the stories but he needed a unique solution because their situation didn't fit well enough with any of the stories.

Still, he didn't want to give up without another try. He still felt he needed to do something, try something, change something, somehow make things better. But what?

An opportunity presented itself from an unlikely source -- work. In their southwestern regional office, a counterpart of his in middle management had a heart attack. The guy was going to be okay but would be on LTD while he recovered.

Part of the reason for the heart attack was dealing with some chronic under achievers and problem staff. Since the company didn't want to hire anyone for such a short term, they tapped dependable old George to fly down, fill in for six months and be the "hired gun" to clean house. His assistant would keep him apprised of the situation in the head office and he would oversee both units from the southwestern office.

George thought "why not?" They offered a nice fat temporary relocation bonus and a generous housing and travel allowance. He didn't have to tell Val he could fly home every two weeks on the company, that she could visit him once a month on the company. He could just tell her that he was posted for six months and he'd be back as often as he could. The germ of a plan started to form in his mind. He also knew that if it backfired, six months without sex would be pretty much normal anyway.

George broke the news to Val that evening, over his latest dinner creation "Pot Roast ala George". She took it hard.

"What am I going to do for six months here alone?"

"Who's going to look after the pool and all the other stuff around here?"

"At least she noticed that I did stuff," he thought.

"I don't know dear, perhaps you can hire a pool company and a lawn service or perhaps you can look after it yourself. I'll teach you, it isn't very hard. The company will pay my living expenses down there but they won't cover any extra expenses for this house so there won't be any extra money for those kind of luxuries."

"Well that's crap. How am I supposed to live here if you're gone? How am I supposed to do everything around the house? Why do I have to make all the sacrifices?"

"Uh, honey, I am going to be living out of a motel room for six months with no friends or social life and having to fire at least six people to boot. You aren't the only one affected by this."

"Oh don't honey me. That is a load of crap. You'll have a maid cleaning your room, people doing your laundry, a restaurant to eat in and all you have to do is walk a few people out the door. That is like a six-month vacation. I have to do all the hard work."

"Yes dear. I'm sorry, it will be much harder on you than on me. I don't think I should turn down this assignment though. At my age, finding a new job is not very easy to do and we need my pension benefits to factor into our retirement plans."

George figured he had better diffuse the situation right now so he could turn it to his advantage later. He hoped that if she saw he was contrite and taking her concerns very seriously, the lesson would be even sweeter to administer down the road.

"Oh alright. I guess I can put up with it for six months. But damn the expense. You have to figure out a way to handle all the extra expenses here. I'm not doing any maintenance around this place. Make sure you make me a list of everything that needs to be done so I can hire someone to do it all."

"I don't know about that dear, we're still paying college tuition and living expenses for another year after this one. I'm afraid things will be much too tight if you hire too many people. How about I check with Brad next door about mowing the lawn, he should be old enough to handle the lawnmower now, and I'll show you how to do the basics on the pool. You can call the pool service once a month to do the big cleaning job."

"What? Me clean the pool? This is going to be the worst six months of my life."

"Bingo" thought George and you don't know the half of it yet he gloated as his plan gradually took shape.

George's departure date was fast approaching. He made arrangements with Brad, who had just turned 14, to cut their lawn for the growing season while he was away. He had a quiet word with Brad and his father, Mark, to add some extra details to the arrangement in case he needed them. Similarly, he arranged for the pool company to come by once a month to do the big cleaning on the pool and personally talked the to boss to add some extra details to that arrangement as well. He showed Val how to check and add the various chemicals that kept the pool sparkling. He made a list of the steps and left it with her. He also went through all the details about the trash and recycle pickups with her and what should go out for each type of collection. He quietly noted the mileage on the vehicles and worked out when the next oil change was needed for her car.

His first week in the southwestern office was uneventful. He began the process of documenting the poor performance of the individuals he was supposed to fire and he called Val from his cell phone on the way to a business lunch.

"Hello," she answered.

"Hi honey"

"Oh George, it's about time. The pool is so much work I can't keep up with it. I'm so tired when I get home from work it is all I can do to order some takeout. I forgot to do the chemicals twice already and it is starting to turn green. You left me with too much crap to do, it isn't fair."

"But honey, it is only the first week. You need to find a system to get everything done or you'll be swamped. Do you really need to get in to work so early and stay so late? Do all the other admin assistants do that?"

"Of course I need to be there George. It doesn't matter what the other admins do, my boss needs the help and I'm the only one that can do it. I can't cut corners in my job George. I have to be there as long as I am needed."

"Okay honey. You do what you need to. Try to take care of yourself. Gotta go, we're at the restaurant now. This is a very important business lunch and I need to be on my game. Don't forget to look after the pool. Luv ya. Bye now."

With that he hung up leaving Val glaring at the phone in her hand. 

The next day Val called his cell phone. He looked at the call display and let it go to voice mail. Already starting into his plan to let her stew a bit and bring things slowly around to his terms. In reality, he was sitting in the sports bar sipping a beer and watching the ball game on TV. It was a rare event at home but here he was enjoying the opportunity to do nothing and actually watch a game.

He checked the message two days later. Val was talking about the pool and the amount of chemicals and how did he expect her to figure out all the different things that could be wrong. Apparently the pool was seriously turning green and he quietly chuckled to himself.

He called her again, this time from the fifth tee at a very nice golf course. On his first weekend off, some of the guys in the office had invited him to play a round. He had bought new clubs with his housing and expense allowance and was very much enjoying how much his game had improved.

"Hello?"

"Hi honey. I just got your message, we've been in meetings endlessly. What's wrong with the pool?"

"Oh George," she sobbed. "I can't take this. There's too much work. The pool turned green but Brad helped me lift the big jug of liquid chlorine and we shocked it to get the water to clear."

"That's great honey. I knew you could do it. Oh, crap. I gotta run, the meeting is about to start. Luv ya, bye."

Again, Val was left glaring blankly at the phone in her hand.

As the days unfolded, George continued the pattern. He always returned Val's calls but a day or two later and always apparently in a hurry to the next meeting or deadline.

After three weeks of this had gone by, he decided to change the strategy slightly.

"Hello?"

"Hi honey, it's me. I think I can get away this coming weekend to get home for a couple of days."

"George, that's great. There's so much to do around here, it will be great to have someone to do it. When are you flying in?"

"I'll try to catch a flight Friday that gets in around 7:00 pm and leave Sunday evening. Can you pick me up at the airport?"

"No, George you know I can't get out of work at seven. You'll have to catch a shuttle or taxi home."

"Well okay honey. I'll see what I can do. Gotta go. Luv ya, bye."

Of course when Friday rolled around, George called home and left a message that he wouldn't be coming home that weekend something had come up. As he predicted, around 8:00 pm local time, Val called him. He let the call go to voice mail and played it back later.

Her desperate shriek came down the line, unadorned by the digital recording.

"George how could you do this to me. There is so much stuff to do around here, you've got to come home to do it. I missed the trash day and the garbage is stinking up the garage. The pool is going green again and Brad blew all the grass clippings into the pool to boot. The pool company has me on a waiting list, everyone has been having trouble with their pools in the heat wave. The place is going to pieces, you have to come home and fix everything. You can't leave me in this place like this. I'm a laughing stock with the neighbors."

The following week he booked his flight home and the taxi dropped him off moments before Val got home.

She walked in and stopped dead in her tracks seeing him there. Her outfit was a little more eye catching than usual with a fair bit of cleavage on display and a decent bit of leg showing in the slit of her skirt. She absently tugged the lapels of her business jacket tighter and accosted George.

"What are you doing here? When did you get in?"

"Hi honey, glad to see you too."

"Never mind that, did you fix the pool yet? The damn thing is all green. What are we having for supper?"

"I just got in the door too honey and I haven't had a chance to work on anything. It was a long flight and I'm tired. I'm going to put my feet up, just make twice as much food as you were going to and I'll have whatever you're having."

"What? You can't sit down, there's too much to do. I'll call for takeout while you look after the pool. Hurry now, it's getting dark and you won't be able to see how bad it is."

George reluctantly got up, went upstairs, changed and went and saw to the pool. With a heavy shock and topping up the various chemicals she must have missed he knew it would be clear in the morning.

The delivery boy arrived just as he got back in to the kitchen. Val yelled down at him, "George pay for the food and set the table, I'll be down in a moment."

George did as requested and put the Thai takeout on the table. When Val came down, she was obviously peeved about the presentation. "Why didn't you put it in dishes. It looks so tacky when the cardboard and foil containers are on the table."

"We don't need to make extra dishes. This is fine. Let's eat, I'm starved."

"No, you must put the food in normal dishes. What if someone comes over?"

"Oh for heavens sake, Val. Relax. It'll do."

After supper and after he had cleared the mess and loaded the dishwasher, he looked in on Val in the living room. She was immersed in her latest reality muck.

"Honey, did you remember to get the oil in your car changed?"

"What? That's your job. You're supposed to do that."

"I can't when I'm out of town honey. You need to look after it or your car will die on you. Just take it to a quick lube place on your way to or from work."

"I don't have time George. That's your job. Why don't you do it while you're home. Anyway, I'm going to bed."

"Good idea honey. I think I'll join you. I'm tired from my long flight."

"Don't get any ideas mister. I know what you're after. I'm too tired and stressed from all of the stuff you've dumped on me. I'm not in the mood. Oh, by the way, did you take care of the garbage smell yet. The garage is nasty."

"I haven't had a chance yet, I've just finished doing the dishes."

"Well don't forget in the morning. It really is smelling nasty."

That had gone pretty much the way George had expected. If anything she was worse since he was gone. Her attitude was enhanced by her sense of martyrdom at having to endure such indignities as pool chemicals and perhaps even cooking supper. Time to move to the next step.

He went up to the guest room and crawled in to bed. Soon he was dead to the world, having become accustomed to sleeping alone and not having to listen to her snore.

In the morning, George was up well before Val and quickly cleaned and checked the pool which was by now sparkling again. He re-bagged the trash and took it to the landfill site and was sitting in the kitchen sipping coffee when she finally stumbled down the stairs around ten am.

"How come you're sitting here. The pool needs doing, the trash stinks and there's probably a bunch of other things that need doing."

"Already done. Oh and you're welcome for the coffee dear."

Without another word, Val shuffled over to the coffee maker and poured herself a cup.

"What do you want to do today honey? I'm here for barely two full days. Surely there's something you want to do?"

"Yeah, I want to go to the mall and get some more outfits for work. My boss likes me to look nice when he hosts meetings and my clothes are getting dated. Last year's styles are so last year."

"Okay honey. I don't really want to trek around the mall so you enjoy yourself. I'll see you when you get home."

"Alright. You can cook me dinner. I'll be tired after a hard day of shopping."

As soon as Val left, George grabbed the bag he had already repacked and hopped in to the waiting taxi for the trip to the airport.

He left behind a note on the kitchen table. "Sorry honey. Got called back. Something urgent with personnel came up and I had to fly out today. Luv ya, bye"

He left his cell turned off and that night there was the expected ranting message about no supper when she was so tired from shopping.

Chapter 7 -- Val's Descent

George continued this pattern for another two months. By now he was halfway through the assignment and Val was more and more demanding about when he would be home and when he would get all his work at home done.

After another one of these recorded rants, he decided he would pick up on the next call. Fortunately, he was in his hotel room when she called.

"Hello?"

"George where have you been? The pool guys finally came and did a bit of stuff and left. The pool is still green. Young Brad and his family are away on vacation and the lawn is overgrown. On top of that my car started making funny ticking noises, it is really annoying."

"Well Val. I've been here working so I could keep my job and the nice pension we'll need after I retire. Why aren't you dealing with this stuff? I can't very well do it from here. You need to take your car in for an oil change. The ticking means the oil is getting low or dirty."

"You know perfectly well why not, George. It is your job to do this stuff. There's no reason I should have to look after it."

George decided it was time to push back - hard.

"Val, the last time I visited you weren't even glad to see me. You blasted me about the work and you didn't let me put my feet up. I am working very hard here doing a lot of stressful house cleaning in personnel and I was looking forward to some time with you. I was also looking forward to a little marital fun but you made it perfectly clear that wasn't happening. I want to know why you think you can expect me to do everything and provide nothing in return. Marriage is supposed to be a partnership. You've never been my partner, you're more like my boss. You demand everything and do nothing in return. You take and take and take. Well I've had enough. I'm not coming home until you tell me how much you love me, how much you miss me, how happy you are to see me and how much fun we will have together. I am not cooking another meal for you, cleaning the pool for you, taking out the trash for you or any of the other things you so selfishly demand until you show me some respect. I want to enjoy sharing physical pleasure with my wife the next time I see her, not hearing how much work she has lined up for me. Until then Val, I don't think I want to come home."

"GEORGE. HOW DARE YOU TALK TO ME LIKE THAT? I DON'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO THIS CRAP. YOU HAVE RESPONSIBILITIES HERE. HOW DARE YOU DEMAND SEX? WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN TELL ME WHAT TO DO?"

In a calm voice George replied "I'm sorry you feel that way dear. I don't really want to be yelled at so when you're ready to talk with me in a civil manner like a wife to her husband, give me a call. In the meantime, I've got a personnel report to write. Goodbye."

George hung up and Val ranted down the dead phone line. He didn't expect to hear from her so soon but a couple of days later his cell phone rang. He thought he could hear the sound of vehicles in the background.




The Ceiling



"Hello?"

"GEORGE, MY STUPID CAR JUST STOPPED ON THE FREEWAY. I'M STUCK OUT HERE AND EVERYONE IS HONKING AT ME. YOU'VE EMBARRASSED ME COMPLETELY BY LETTING ME GET STRANDED OUT HERE. WHY DIDN'T YOU LOOK AFTER IT? I TOLD YOU IT WAS MAKING A TICKING SOUND. NOW IT JUST STOPPED. FIX IT."

"Val I'm a long flight away. Use your cell and call the auto club for a tow to the dealer where we bought it. Do you remember that I told you to take you car in to get the oil changed? Well, this is nobody's fault but your own. I hope you have left enough money in the accounts after all your shopping for outfits to fix the car. Oh and by the way you forgot our last conversation, I told you not to call me until you could talk in a civil manner. Good luck with your car. Bye."

Val was again left ranting at the dead phone. That is until a semi roared by next to her mirror and scared her into calling the auto club. Later she got the news. The engine was seized from lack of oil. The repair would be $4,500.

She searched the house high and low for the keys to George's car but she couldn't find them anywhere. She picked up the phone and dialed his number again.

"Hello?"

"GEORGE WHERE ARE YOUR DAMN CAR KEYS? MY CAR IS DEAD AND WILL COST $4,500 THANKS TO YOU. NOW I NEED YOUR CAR KEYS DAMNIT."

"Hi Val. My keys are with me. I knew you weren't looking after your car and I didn't want my car to suffer the same fate. Oh, and this isn't a civil phone call yet either. Bye."

This time as she stared blankly at the phone, Val started to sob. She had no car, no supper, the pool was green, the lawn was a jungle and her hair and clothes a mess from being stranded on the freeway. Slowly she slumped against the kitchen door and slid down to the floor, her body wracked with sobs.

She dozed fitfully sitting there on the floor and rose at 9:00 pm and made her way to bed for a night of tossing and turning with little sleep. In the morning, she dragged herself through her morning ritual and went to leave for work. As she walked out the door she remembered her car was in the shop. Sinking slowly to the front porch, she started sobbing again.

Brad's mother, Linda, saw her sitting there and came over. Her husband had briefed her on George's plan and she was actually on George's side in this one. Linda was quite glad to see George's plan was starting to work. She walked up and sat beside Val.

"What's wrong Val?"

"My car is in the shop because I didn't change the oil and I don't have any way to get to work. I'm going to be late and my boss will kill me. He has a big meeting today and I have to be there."

"Have you called work to say you'll be late?"

"No, I forgot I had no car. I'll never make it by bus."

"Well you better go call work and then maybe call for a rental car. Some rental places will pick you up."

"Oh yeah, I guess I could do that. Thanks."

Val got up and went back in the house. Calling work, she was put through to her boss.

"Yeah, I noticed you weren't here yet but the meeting has to go on. I got young Mary from Bill's office down the hall to help me and she found all the material on your computer, printed it out exactly as I wanted and laid out the boardroom table to perfection. She found a couple of typos and reformatted a couple of the charts to fit the page better and be clearer in the process. Don't worry about getting here now, she's covering for you and we've got it all under control."

"Okay thanks. I'll get my car situation sorted out and be in tomorrow."

"That's okay. Bill is away and said I can borrow Mary all week. Take the week off if you need to, we can handle it from this end. Bye."

Great thought Val. First George won't want to talk to me unless I'm civil. Now my boss has replaced me in a little less than an hour with someone faster and brighter. What next?

While she was wondering, the pool company showed up.

"Uh ma'am your sand filter is plugged. No one has been backwashing it properly for a while. A new filter installed will be $800."

"Fine, just fix it and show me what I was doing wrong. My husband is away on business and left me with a lot of stuff to handle. He left me instructions including something about how to backwash the filter but I didn't do it. I guess I broke this too."

"Uh ma'am, did something else with the pool break?"

"No. My car did. I didn't change the oil and the engine is died. That's another $4,500."

"Oh. That sucks. Oh well, crap happens I guess. We'll go replace the filter. Give us about half an hour and come out for a training lesson."

After her pool filter lesson, Val went back in the house and crawled into bed. Sleep took her away from her misery quickly. She awoke about an hour later to find the house really hot and a strange smell coming from the furnace. She ran down to the basement to find the furnace was making strange sounds and the bad smell. It wasn't blowing cold air like normal.

Panicking, she called the neighbor. Brad answered.

"Is your Dad home? The furnace is making strange noises, bad smells and no cold air."

"Yeah, he's here. Just a second and I'll get him."

Mark came on the line, "Hello?"

"Hi Mark, the furnace is making strange noises, bad smells and no cold air. Could you come over and look at it for me please? The way this week is going, it has probably blown up because I forgot to do something about it also."

Mark came over and yelled down the stairs. "ANYONE HERE?"

"Down here," said Val.

Mark quickly assessed the furnace.

"The filter got very clogged and collapsed to slightly block the fan. The bad smell is coming from the fan belt slipping on the pulley. George has left you a stack of new filters over there so I'll put a new one in and everything should be fine. I don't think anything is broken or worn out."

"Thank goodness. Was I supposed to change filters? I think George left instructions about something about that."

"Yup. Should be something like once a month in the hot season when the air conditioning is working so hard to keep ahead."

"Oh. Well at least this time nothing broke or plugged up."

Mark made the repair and the furnace was quiet and smell free. Even better, the house started to cool down again. Val thanked him profusely and sank slowly to sit on the basement floor beside the now happy furnace.

Val realized she had finally hit bottom. Sitting in the basement beside the furnace with a growing pile of wreckage accumulating. Without George around, the place fell apart. She fell apart. Her neat and orderly life didn't work without him. People replaced her at work even. As she sat on the basement floor beside the furnace, she started to sob. She realized how much she relied on George. How much he did for her. When she started to play back some of his comments in her mind, she came to the sad realization that he was right. He looked after so much and even with all the pressures of his job, he still tried to remind her of things she had to do as well. He was getting along just fine by himself while she was falling apart, incapable of handling things he did all the time when he was home.

All he had asked of her was some consensual enjoyment. She demanded everything of him. Maybe, just maybe it wasn't too late.

Rubbing her puffy eyes and wiping her runny nose, Val slowly climbed the basement stairs, slumped heavily onto a kitchen chair and dialed George's number.

Chapter 8 -- New Beginnings?

"Hello?"

"Hi honey. I'm sorry I yelled at you earlier and before that and before that. You were right, I didn't look after my car and now I have to pay for it. I didn't get to work and my boss found somebody to do my job better and faster. I didn't look after the pool filter and I have to pay for it. I didn't look after the furnace filter but thank goodness Mark was able to fix that. I'm such a failure. I take you so much for granted that I wound up sitting on the basement floor crying beside the furnace before I realized it. Is there any chance you can come home this weekend? I really want to see you. I realize I've missed you and I want to make things better between us."

"Wow. It sounds like you've really had a rough week. I'll see if I can get home."

"Anytime this week is fine George. My boss gave me the week off since he can borrow an admin assistant from another manager who's on vacation to do my job better than me. They don't need me at work anymore either. I hope you can forgive me and need me for something, otherwise I've become pretty much useless to the world."

"Ah honey, don't say that. You're not useless to the world, you've just come to some big realizations. I'll get a flight as soon as I can today. Luv ya, bye."

Little did Val know but George was done in the southwestern office. With the approval of management back home, he had organized the office differently and made the whole section he was filling in with redundant. Because the section was redundant, the six troublesome employees were given basic severance packages and terminated. The rest of the staff was quietly offered early retirement or positions elsewhere in the company. The manager George was filling in for opted for an early retirement buyout to spend more time with his family. George's boss was quite surprised by this turn of events. Reliable old George sent to do the dirty work and be a hatchet man had actually saved the company $500,000 a year by streamlining the business model in the southwestern regional office with no foreseeable affect on productivity.

George packed his bag for the last time, arranged for the hotel to ship the rest of his accumulated stuff and dropped his rental car at the airport. A few hours later, the taxi dropped him off at home. He quietly opened the door and said "Hello?"

Val was in the kitchen and came running out, flinging her arms around his neck and burying her face in his shirt.

"I-I-I'm so g-g-glad you're h-home," she sobbed.

George dropped his bags, except for a special package in his hand and wrapped his arms around her.

"I've missed you too, honey. I got you a little something."

Val looked up at George, tears clouding her eyes. He saw a tenderness there he hadn't seen in a very long time.

"You did. What is it?"

"Here, open it and see."

Val struggled with the wrapping and eventually shredded the paper in her haste to get it off. Opening the jewelry box, she gasped. Inside there was a large diamond solitaire set in a simple gold band.

"Oh George it's beautiful. It matches my wedding band beautifully."

"Read the inscription inside."

"It says 'To my life partner. Luv ya'. Oh honey, I don't know what to say."

"Here, let me put it on. This ring symbolizes a fresh start, a new engagement. From here, we go back to the beginning and start over as full partners. I love you and I want us to enjoy our years as a couple. The kids are grown, we've done a great job with them and now it is you and I again. There was always something else with more importance, something else that mattered more than us. NO MORE. Now, we come first. The rest can wait."

"Oh honey, I love you so much. Why don't you sit in the living room. I'll get you a drink. Supper will be ready in about half an hour, I made up a homemade lasagna ahead of time so I could pop it in the oven as soon as I knew you would be home."

George and Val sat down to a nice homemade dinner with a nice wine to go with the pasta. They were both feeling rather mellow when Val led George to the living room and pulled him down beside her on the couch. She turned her face up to look at him and saw a softness to his eyes she hadn't seen for a long time. She also saw some hesitation. She looked straight at him with an intensity that made his eyes widen slightly in surprise. Reaching up and wrapping both arms around his neck, she pulled him into an intense kiss. The passion in her kiss made him draw a quick breath before he returned her kiss with equal fervor.

"Mmmmmmh," was all she said as she parted her soft lips and sought his tongue with hers. The passion rose in her as he responded with an intensity she had not felt in many years. She tentatively rubbed her hand over his crotch and felt his rising passion making itself known. George in turn pulled the tails of her blouse from the waist of her skirt and ran his hand up her smooth skin to cup her breast inside her bra. Val moaned loudly into the kiss and pushed her chest forward to increase the pleasurable pressure on her aching nipple. George slid his other hand up her back and with uncharacteristic ease, slipped the hooks on her bra strap. Sliding the cups up above her breasts, he focused his attention on teasing her plump nipples to full hardness. Val meanwhile was doing her best to stick her tongue down his throat while rubbing his now very hard cock through his pants.

"Stop. Wait," she said.

With a groan and a sigh, George pulled his hands back and dropped them loosely at his sides. He knew it had been too good to be true. He couldn't hide the disappointment in his face and dropped his gaze to the floor in shame. How could he have been so stupid as to expect to change her? How could he be so dumb?

Val again grabbed both sides of his face in her hands, turning his head and forcing him to look at her.

"Please, wait honey. Not so fast, I have something really special planned and I need a few minutes to get ready. Wait right here and I'll come and get you when I'm ready. In the meantime, put your feet up and relax. And NO PEEKING."

She kissed him again passionately and aggressively and ran her hand over his hard cock, giving him a quick couple of strokes and a good squeeze as she rose to leave.

George sat there dumbfounded. Here was a Val he hadn't even glimpsed in their first fumbling union.

Lost in his thoughts, Val had snuck up on him. She had to clear her throat to get him to turn his head. She had put on a red teddy that came down to the bottom of her ass cheeks and barely hid the matching thong. The material was quite sheer and he could clearly see her plump nipples and make out the puckered areolas around them. Val posed gracefully with one leg slightly ahead of the other, hiding the core of her feminine treasure yet hinting at the bounty within.

Cocking her finger at him, she turned and strutted down the hall, walking with the rolling gait of a runway model placing one foot directly ahead of the other and rolling her hips to his distraction. The back of the thong disappeared between the two firm, quivering cheeks of her ass as she strutted seductively down the hall. George had stopped to just stare at the vision of her departing derriere. She looked seductively back over her shoulder, her eyes twinkling with the pleasant knowledge of what the view was doing to him. Realizing that her desire to show him how much she appreciated him was also making her wet with anticipation, she crooked her finger again at him to get George to catch up.

Reaching the bedroom, he saw all the candles she had laid out around the room and the new satin sheets that adorned the bed. 

Val stopped and turned. Unbuttoning his shirt, she slid her hands up his chest and pushed the shirt off his shoulders. His pecks and abs were a bit better defined from using all his spare time in the gym and she appreciated the updated George. Sinking to her knees, she undid his belt and shoes, slipping the shoes one at a time from his feet. Next came his pants with Val sliding them down his legs and encouraging him to step out of the legs one at a time. Next came his socks and he chuckled nervously that she had always had a thing about no socks in bed. Finally she slipped her fingers in the waistband of his boxers and slid them slowly down over his hard cock. Grabbing his butt as she guided them lower, she was close enough to let his manhood slap under her chin as it popped free from the waistband. Continuing to slide the boxers down, she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the angry purple helmet of his dick. He was already leaking precum with the anticipation. As she pushed his boxers to the floor, she pushed his cock to the back of her throat, taking him deeper than ever before. He felt the head touch the back of her throat and groaned. She couldn't get it all the way in but this was further than she had ever taken him in her mouth and he moaned loudly with the appreciation of that realization.

Val began a slow rhythm running her mouth and hand up and down the length of his cock, swirling her tongue around the helmet and descending again as deep as she could. George couldn't block out the intense pleasure of the first real blowjob Val had ever given him.

Very soon, he was warning her. "Ahhhh, stop, stop, stop, I'm gonna cummmmm."

Pausing briefly, Val looked him straight in the eye and said "please do, I want you to. I want to do this for you, it is a first for me."

Val resumed her swirling and stroking action while George looked on in amazement. Very quickly she had his undivided attention again as he felt the familiar tingle in his balls. "Ahhhh cummmmming V-V-Val. Arrrrrrhhhhhhhh." George's hips twitched as he pumped his load into Val's mouth. Her hand continued stroking and milking cum from his sack while her lips were sealed to the head to get every drop. After more good spurts than he could ever remember and a couple of after-shocks, George gasped. His knees shaking he slowly slid down to her level. 

Val pulled back from the head of his cock and opened her mouth to show him his cum sitting on her tongue. As he watched, she closed her mouth, swirled her tongue around and swallowed his load. George just groaned. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen you do. Where did that come from?"

"Shhhh. Just enjoy, we'll talk later."

George leaned forward to hungrily kiss Val. Initially she resisted, "I've still got you in my mouth dear, you don't want to kiss me now." 

"Sure I do. Any woman who can do that for me deserves a passionate kiss. I'm not bothered by the taste of me if you aren't." With that, George passionately kissed her and Val returned the passion with interest.

George knew he wanted to return the favor so he gently lifted Val by the shoulders and sat her on the bed. Pushing her back to scoot up the bed he crawled between her thighs kissing his way to the promised land and the junction of her creamy limbs. As he arrived, he realized that her usually thick carpet was thinned and trimmed neatly leaving her nether lips bare. A lot of moisture was already evident as he kissed his way in and spread her legs wide in preparation for his oral assault. He flattened his tongue and ran it all the way from her rosebud to her clit and paused to flick the end of her click as he pointed the end of his tongue on the way by.

Val groaned loudly. "Oh my god. Do that again. Please?"

George jumped, startled by her feedback. "Ahhhh. Sure honey. Keep telling me what you like."

George ran his tongue from her rosebud to her clit again, giving her clit a little flick on the way by. He was rewarded with another groan and a very breathy "Again, please."

He found his rhythm, long strokes with enough of a pause to make Val wiggle her hips and pussy at him to get him to do it again. Gradually he added more pressure on her rosebud as he started his swipe up towards her throbbing nub. She was really dripping now and her juices were running into the crack of her ass. This gave George an idea.

On the next swipe of his tongue, he followed his tongue with his index finger, applying light pressure to her anal ring, sliding his finger around the tight opening while finishing an especially slow but juicy lick of her pouting lips. Shortening the path of his lick, he continued to swirl his index finger around her rosebud, gradually increasing the pressure and stabbing slightly in time with the flick of his tongue on her clit.




The Ceiling



Val was moaning incoherent words. Rocking her head from side to side and pulling both sides of his face between her hands so the lovely sensations on her pussy would never stop.

With each flick of her clit, her hips would jump and on the next flick, George added just enough pressure on his index finger that it popped past her tight ring up to the first knuckle when her hips jumped.

Val exploded.

She screamed "Geeooooooorrrrrrrrge," and gushed pussy juice all over his very surprised face. His surprise was short lived and he quickly dived in to happily lap up all her juices while he continued to gently stroke his index finger in and out of her tight ring.

Val's convulsions gradually slowed down until she was left panting and weakly pushing George's head away from her pulsing, sensitive pussy. He took the hint and after one more good long slurp pulled his face back from her still drooling pussy and popped his index finger out of her rosebud. George laid his head on her soft thigh, enjoying the view of the action her panting was producing in the wobbling of her soft, full breasts.

As she gradually came around, Val reached down and cupping his face in her hands pulled him up to lie beside her. When he had slid all the way up beside her, she rolled her face towards him and gave him a deep, passionate kiss.

"Turnabout is fair also. You didn't hesitate to kiss me and I won't hesitate to kiss you after such a mind blowing orgasm. I love you so much honey. But I have a question."

"Yes, Val?" George asked with some trepidation. Had the bubble burst already?

"That thing you did with your finger?"

"Uh huh?"

"Do you want to try putting something else back there too?"

"Do you mean you want to try anal sex?"

"Yes honey. That's what I mean. I was trying to figure out what I could do to convince you that I had really and truly changed. That I've begun to see what I've been like all the years. That I've begun to recognize what I've put you through. I was trying to come up with some kind of idea to really prove things have changed and you gave me the idea. I'm giving you my last virginity. Let it symbolize our new relationship. A way to start fresh with something we've never done before. What do you think? Do you want to do that with me?"

"Wow. You really mean it honey? You want me to take your ass?"

"Yes, yes I do. Gently and slowly of course because you know I've never done it before. But your finger felt very good back there. The intensity of what I felt was so much more with your finger there. If you're gentle, maybe something bigger than your finger will feel even better. Come on, before I change my mind."

With that Val rolled onto her stomach and raised her ass in the air.

"Get me wet baby and take my last virginity --- it is yours. I love you George."

"I love you too Val."

George crawled around behind Val, appreciating the new view of her smooth, creamy butt cheeks completely exposed to his roving eyes. Shuffling into place, he grabbed is very hard cock and teased her slit with the head. Val groaned and wiggled her butt back towards him. Wiping up as much of her juices as he could with his cock, he rubbed the head around her tight rosebud. He gently pushed forward but her tight ring resisted his efforts.

"Rub my clit while you push George. With your tongue and finger together before it felt amazing so try rubbing my clit while you work your nice hard dick up my ass."

George groaned at her sexy talk. Where the hell had this new Val come from? This was far beyond his wildest hopes for an outcome to his plan. Rubbing his cock around he ring with one hand he hunched over her back and reached the other hand around to gently roll her clit between his fingers.

"Grab your nipples honey and rub your tits while I do this. Get yourself so hot for me that you can't stand it."

"Oh George. My god that feels so good. Come on push in, it feels amazing. Come on. DO IT."

George firmly pushed his raging cock against her rosebud while wetly rolling her clit between his fingers. Val pulled hard on her plump nipples and let out a long and satisfied groan as George's cock slipped inside her ass.

"Oh. God, George that feels so full. Hold here and let me get used to it. Slowly rub my clit. Oh yeah, like that. Uh huh. Ohhhhh. Ohhhh. Oh shit, push a bit more."

Val pushed her ass back and George firmly pushed forward. Slowly with Val groaning and panting the whole way, his cock slid all the way into her ass.

"Oh shit, I can feel your balls on my pussy. Hold here and just softly rub my clit. Ohhhhh, yeeessssssssssss that is amazing. Take my last virginity. I'm yoursssssssss."

George began gently stroking in and out of Val's tight, virgin ass. The sensations were totally different from fucking her pussy and he marveled in the hot, tight feel of her ass. As much as he tried to resist and take it slow, he found himself quickly gaining speed.

"Ohhhhh, Val this is too much. I'm gonna cumm sooooooon."

"Uh Uh Uh me too," she panted. "Please, rub my clit harder. Take my ass. Make me yours, George. I love you. DO IT. CUM FOR MEEEEEEEEEEE."

With that, Val's world exploded in a myriad of color in front of her eyes as she came harder than she ever had. Her ass was shaking and jerking in every direction as her orgasm washed over her.

"Geooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrge" she screamed, thrusting her ass back at him as hard as she could to bury him to the root.

"Vaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllllllllll" he groaned in return as his balls pulled up so tight he thought he would taste his own cum. He couldn't hold back any longer and spewed rope after creamy rope of cum deep in her ass. Gradually his cock quit twitching in her ass and Val reached back between her legs and grabbed his trembling hand from her sensitive pussy and kissed and licked his fingers. George slowly pulled his limp cock from her tight ring and slumped off to the side. Val slowly rolled back towards George so they wound up spooned. Reaching back, Val grabbed George's hand, wrapped his fingers around her soft tit and sighed, completely spent.

About an hour later, George gradually came around to find his hand still firmly wrapped around Val's soft breast but now it was shaking gently with Val's soft sobs.

Coming around quickly, George asked her "Honey, what's wrong. Talk to me. Why are you crying? That was the most beautiful afternoon we've ever had. There's nothing to cry about."

With her voice softly catching Val replied, "I know George that was beautiful. I've never felt so much pleasure or enjoyed being with you more. You are a fantastic husband and lover. I am so happy but so sad at the same time."

George's heart fell. Oh no, what if the amazing transformation really was temporary. He'd tried so hard to make a difference in their marriage. Had he failed?

"What are you sad about honey? There's nothing I can see to be sad for. I love you more than ever. That was a beautiful, intimate and loving afternoon. We reconnected on so many levels. I want you so much. I love you so much."

"I know George and that's why I'm sad. I'm sad that I missed out on this for all these years. But I'm also happy that you are still willing to try and that you would go through all that you did to get me to see how much I was missing out on. I love you so much and I want us to start over again from today. My last virginity was end of the old Val. I want to try to be there for you all the time, to do things together. To go and see things together. To talk about anything and everything together. To be free to enjoy each other, to be partners for the first time. Can we?"

"Sure honey, we can. I really do love you so much."

"George?"

"Yes honey?"

"Would you call us happily married?"

"No dear, we're much better than happily married."

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Epilogue

Val made a real effort to change. After a blissful rest of the week and weekend enjoying each other in many new ways they had never tried before and even doing a bit of skinny dipping in the now crystal clear pool, Val went back to work Monday.

Her boss realized all the other stuff that Val knew about doing automatically and warmly welcomed her back. Val for her part told him that she would have to cut her hours back to a more conventional workweek to have more time for her husband. She also reminded her boss that she had carried over quite a lot of vacation time and would be using some of it very soon to do some traveling. Her boss agreed to everything and thanked her again for her hard work and dedication.

George received a hefty bonus check for his unexpected success in saving the company from a bad situation and reducing costs massively at the same time. While he had been away, a number of unexpected retirements at the management level had created an opening for his boss to move up. George was offered a significant raise, the position recently vacated by his supervisor and some additional paid leave to celebrate his recent success as well as to adjust the timing of his moving into the new position to fit all the retirement dates.

George and Val left on an extended cruise of the Mediterranean to spend two full weeks getting to know each other all over again. Talking, exploring each other and the various islands where the cruise ship docked --- sometimes both at the same time if they found some idyllic seclusion. When they got back, George got a hot tub installed in the pool deck so they could enjoy skinny dipping year round. And he didn't even mind another set of filters and pumps to maintain or more water to keep sparkling --- they made good use of this oasis.

Every morning and every night they celebrated their newfound relationship with a passionate kiss. Quite often, the passionate good night kiss led to more fun and exploration in the bedroom.

And sometimes, so did the good morning kiss.

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