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Aiming To Please

By: magmaman



Ted had been reading a lot of the erotic stories on the website he discovered by accident one day.

By far the vast majority of them he just could not finish, gay sex and interracial did not do a thing for him. Then the idea of a cream pie, or watching his wife engaging in sex with some other man didn't turn him on, either.

Ted also have a roving eye like nearly all men do, if he spotted a good looking female that was dressed to be noticed, he had the tendency to do exactly that. His wife Sharon picked right up on that of course, but she really didn't know what to do about it. Since her husband looked but that appeared to be all he ever did, she let things slide although deep down inside she was mildly bothered by it.

After all, why in the world would her man be looking at other women when he had her right there? More than once after seeing his interest from spotting a particularly good looking female, she worried about her own body, her own looks.

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Oddly, there were a few stories that were about men getting an accidental illicit peek at things they weren't supposed to see, and that did get him up if they were well written and believable.

Ted was clever enough to spot Sharon's sidelong glances, so he would reach out and pat her behind lovingly. He tried, he really did try to not be so blatant about checking out other gals but like most men, he failed rather miserably at that. He also was very careful to make sure that his wife did not find out how much he enjoyed some of those stories he began to spend a lot of time reading in the mornings.

Ted found he liked the massage stories mostly, partly because he went for a massage himself regular as clockwork. That started one day a long time ago, he had hurt his back and the rubdown helped. He liked it so much he just kept on getting them.

Of course, the ones he got were from professionals, and not a single one of those would ever dream of doing any kind of touch that was not perfectly legitimate.

The thought did pop into his head sometimes, especially when the therapist he was seeing at the time got to know him and realized he really was a well mannered male.

Then they would work out the muscles in his behind, even work high on his legs. Ted never said or did anything out of line, so his therapists soon learned to trust him. Once they got to the point of comfort and trust, they became a lot more relaxed.

Of course, therapists came and went, they got married, moved away. That always began the long search, he needed someone relaxed, reasonably attractive, personable. It wasn't an easy search, they came in all sizes, ages and shapes, and most of them acted at first like they were afraid he might jump off the table and chase them.

Silly of course, a rubdown is just that, nothing is supposed to be sexy or erotic, it just put a spring in his step yet after a nice session he would always take it out on his pretty wife Sharon.

She picked right up on that also, of course. But since she often went for a session with the very same masseuse she was reasonably sure nothing ever went on.

A few times Ted got an erection on the table, and knowing that they were not going to ever do anything about that no matter how much money he paid them, all that did was embarrass him.

The one he currently liked was named Shandra, she was a a bit on the overweight side, nothing that hurt anything at all from what he could tell. She often wore shorts and a simple T-shirt, and it was clear that she wore no bra.

Since she was big busted, while standing at the head of the table she would reach down to work his chest and stomach. Those big jugs would be right there, in his face, a few times barely brushing him by accident.

Ted even wondered if she did that deliberately, since she kept her table fairly high. Yes, he got erections when she did that.

He would always apologize, she would say "No problem, it's normal" right on cue and that was it.

So reading some of the stories, he had trouble believing that so many would have all sorts of wild experiences during their massages. Since Shandra worked on his wife Sharon also, he wondered if she did the same thing to her. For some reason, thinking of Sharon nearly nude on a massage table, while hands worked her body excited him. 

So of course he read some of the stories about women touching other women. He really didn't get that, even though for some reason he found that titillating also.

At the gym they went to the two people on staff were Matt, a big over muscled fellow with rugged features and a smile that it took most people quite some time to realize was a smile, and Donna. Donna always wore those body hugging leotards, they were like a second skin on her.

Both of them also did massages, those were different because most of the time it was work on the shoulders and arms, legs. Ted took off his shirt but that was all, he let Matt work on him those times. The guy was big, with huge arms, but his hands were soft as butter.

Donna was the one that helped his wife Sharon if she strained something or felt sore, sometimes she did it right out in the main gym where anyone could see them. That was kind of fun because he could watch.

Ted couldn't help but like the way Donna looked. She would roll down the top of Sharon's sweats and bare her shoulders, kneading the muscles there, her upper body leaned forward. Sharon's soft breasts moved as she worked, her nipples seemed to get firm and created bumps in the snug cloth.

Sharon would be leaning forward in the chair, the very tops of her bust exposed, her head rolling gently. Her nipples appeared to firm right up, so did Donna's.

All perfectly innocent of course, but enough that Ted felt tiny tingles of excitement. He knew that usually when they got home they would reach for each other.

Reading the stories he often found himself having a fantasy. Those started out with Sharon allowing Donna to touch her more intimately, her hands roving over Sharon's bare breasts, then sliding down to cup her between the legs. Then somehow it was a man, looking in delight at her beautiful body, the drape slipping higher and higher until finally she would be exposed. Then his hands would slide down, one finger starting to probe her.

The story began the fantasy, it nearly always was not the story, instead it was the vision his mind shifted to as he read that excited him the most.

That was usually the point where Ted released, then almost instantly he would feel ashamed. He would quickly close the website, telling himself that was enough of that.

But he always found himself right back when the new stories posted, looking for the ones where the wife bent over and allowed an illicit view, or sat carelessly with someone peering up her dress, not realizing. Those excited him, and if he could find one with the massage scenes then he simply had to masturbate.

It was Ted's harmless secret. Since Sharon's dress and manner was always conservative, he knew nothing like that would ever happen.

The real problem with the erotic stories is that they nearly always they ended up with actual sex, that was something that married couples just should not do.

So he read the portions that excited him, marking just a few of them to his favorites. 

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Ted's wife Sharon was a tiny little thing, but what she lacked in height she made up for in bust size. She wasn't huge up top, she was just tiny everywhere else, the effect of medium size breasts on her tiny slender body was rather spectacular.

Sharon always acted like she did not have a clue that other men spotted her and checked her out. Ted saw that though, it always got his attention even though she had on that sports bra and the ever present white cotton panties. Usually she wore a sweat suit that did a great job of covering her up, but a few times when it was warm she would wear a snug leotard.

Ted liked her in that leotard.

She only went in once or twice each month for her massage, usually a short one sitting down after doing a lengthy session in the gym's weight room, sometimes on a Saturday they went together to see Shandra. Ted had talked her into it a few years before, and the lady had done a good job, Sharon came out flushed and happy. When he found Shandra, she just started going to see her also.

There were often unspoken signals between them all the way home after a nice rubdown, just looks, a slight touch, married couples recognize those. Then they often spent the normal evening meal time in bed. Blood flow comes up, that is always a prelude to excitement. It had all developed into a ritual over a decade or so together.

Ted liked watching Sharon work the weights, she did 150 pounds on the bench press, not bad at all for a woman that was just 4' 8" tall and 93 pounds. Lots of the other men at the gym liked to watch her, too. He didn't mind that at all, he was all his, his wife.

In fact, deep inside he liked them looking at her. Ted was proud of his very special lady.

Happy with each other was the description, perfectly happy, he thought. Ted was completely content with her.

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One morning Ted was up at his usual 6 AM, he nearly always woke up early, Sharon typically slept until around 9 AM or so. He normally got his coffee while the computer warmed up. It was an older system and took it's sweet time.

He went over to the web site, he had found a writer that posted lots of stories that he liked. That one claimed to be a massage therapist, and there was one sexy scene after another. From the stories, it was obvious that he had a wife that didn't mind his less than professional antics.

Two new stories had posted since Ted had been to the web site, he eagerly clicked on the first one.

This one was a little different than the writer normally posted. Instead of describing the client and the things that led up to her becoming a client, it was about the wife having gone to see a male therapist.

He actually read the build up instead of scanning down to find the good parts.

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(Kay was shy, since she normally saw a female masseuse, this time it was a male. She was hesitant at first since she would be naked on the table, covered only by a thin sheet. She mentioned her concern to her husband David who responded that it was just a massage and to not be worried, they were all quite used to human bodies.

Of course he would say that, his profession as an instructor at the local trade school was in massage therapy. Kay knew he saw women in various stages of undress every single day, to him it would be normal.

There had been quite a few discussions about something like this, she had always refused but finally she agreed, just to make him happy. He had carefully explained the differences between male and female touch, how emotions became involved, it was all part of the experience.

"Just let him do whatever he wants, honey. It won't hurt you and you will probably enjoy it." David had told her, barely managing to hide the catch in his voice at the possibilities. 

Kay knew her husband well, she picked right up on the under current of excitement he felt at the idea of another male touching her. It was impossible to not be aware, he had mentioned it many times.

So she relented, if it would please David then it was all right with her. Yet she still felt mildly nervous at the idea.

Unknown to her, her husband had carefully selected this particular male, who had a well known reputation of being very good with the ladies.

It helped a lot that the man was handsome and had a very quick sense of humor. He managed to have her laughing within seconds of their first meeting, but she still had some reservations.

Reluctantly but resigned to going through with it, she had undressed and slid under the drape. Kay did have a small struggle deciding on if she should remove her panties or not. Finally she stripped them off, she always had before when getting a massage from a woman. She hefted her 36DD breasts, letting them settle. She was not bashful about them at all, having been topless more than once on a beach with David.

The session was normal at first, though Kay did notice his hands got very high on her legs and he even rolled the drape aside and worked for a long time on each firm butt cheek, completely bare. Next his hands stroked up the back and inside of her legs and up over her fanny, the fingers dragging and coming within a fraction of an inch of actually touching her. Just as she felt herself brace for the actual touch to her loins, the fingers slid sideways and away. She had felt that before and thought nothing of it. Those had always been female therapists. Now each stroke caused every nerve ending in her loins to react.

She began to realize that her husband was correct, the strokes were the same, just like so many times before when she had females work on her.

Yet mentally, if was completely different.

The sensation was amazing, her body began to build towards an orgasm. Kay fought it at first but quickly found herself responding. Just as she was about to explode out of control, the delicious fingers were gone.

She managed a short trembling breath.

The man had her roll over, holding up the drape for her modesty. Kay was grateful for that, it allowed her to get her thoughts back under control. As soon as she settled, he placed a small towel over her bust, slipping the sheet from under it. Just the sensation of the sheet sliding across her bare nipples was nearly enough to set her off, her upper body shuddered. 

Then for a moment the towel slipped, baring one breast to his gaze. The man smiled and apologized, carefully pushing the cloth back into place.

His fingers brushed her nipple for an instant when he did that, causing another small shudder to pour over her.

"No problem." was her response, since this had happened rarely with her female therapists.

"All right then." The man had answered, and he reached down and removed the towel completely, baring her upper body.

That caught Kay completely by surprise, not knowing quite what to do or say, she said nothing. She peered up at him through slitted eyes, he was looking right at her breasts. Kay closed her eyes, he had already seen her so now it didn't matter.

The masseur then worked her upper body completely, even allowing his fingers to drift gently over her sensitive nipples. The oil he used made her body slick, increasing the magnificent sensations. Kay noticed instantly that his hands were much coarser than David's. She had expected that to be similar, a long time massage therapist's hands should be very soft from the constant oils they used.

That part she noticed but it really didn't register on her. His hands were now firmly on her bust, it did feel nice.

No one had ever done that to her before, but it felt wonderful so she did not protest. Instead she kept her eyes tightly closed, thinking of her husband's work that she knew was often a far more sensual style.

"David does this to his female clients, it must be OK." She rationalized to herself, holding her breath as the warm fingers stroked her breasts. Then mercifully, the hands dropped lower. She expected the man would cover her, but he did not. She lay there exposed to his gaze, knowing he could see her nakedness so she kept her eyes squeezed tightly shut.

She was so intent on wondering if the man was staring at her naked breasts that she nearly missed his fingers sliding up along side her groin. She realized he had actually touched her, allowing a finger to brush her now swollen outer lip on one side.

"That had to be an accident." She thought, but then he repeated that. His fingers began to make tiny circles, so light, so very light, nearly tickling her. She could feel the lips of her vagina being tugged open slightly with each pull.

Wanting to ask him to stop, instead her body began to respond even more, she felt herself flood with moisture. Kay tried to open her mouth to speak, to protest, but she could not. Her legs parted with a mind of their own, she wanted to keep them from doing that but could not.

The first orgasm wafted over her gently, but there was more. She could feel that, building, as the fingers slid over slightly and found her sex.

Now there was no pretense at all.

She knew she should not allow this, she tried to protest but no sound escaped. His busy fingers found her, pressing her lips aside, slipping into her. Her legs parted even further, then lost in a haze of sensation her hips bucked upwards to meet his busy fingers.

Her mouth came open as she gasped for air, her eyes opened. His chest was bare, hairless and sleek. That was a surprise. Turning her head, she saw a gray blur, realized it was man's penis.

He had removed his own clothing sometime, she had not even been aware of that. His erection was very hard, he looked enormous, larger than her husband by far. The head of it was bare, so unlike David, who had a complete foreskin. 

It flashed into her mind to stop this, say no, but her body betrayed her completely.

Instead, Kay reached out and grasped......)

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Ted's mind had drifted to Sharon lying there, it became Donna whose hands were touching her. Her soft fingers slid upwards, spreading those moist intimate lips open, exploring her slick inner body. Sharon's legs opened widely, her buttocks lifted from the table to eagerly press towards the busy fingers. Donna's own breasts flowed beneath her outfit, her nipples rigid.

Ted's face tensed at the vision, his hand increased in speed. He felt his own body almost begin to spasm.

Just before he released, he heard a gasp.

Sharon was standing in the doorway, finishing a stretch and a yawn.

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"What are you doing, honey?" She asked.

Ted started, she caught him completely by surprise. His pants were undone, his erection full blown and in his hand. He was seconds from ejaculating.

Sharon looked down, then she realized. She put her hand to her mouth and quickly turned and left.

Ted turned a furious state of red, his wife had caught him masturbating to a pornographic web site. Of course he masturbated, everyone did, but he never mentioned it, or did it in front of her. She probably suspected he did, but she had never seen that before.

Embarrassed herself, Sharon went back into the bedroom and changed from her night clothing, tugging on some jeans and a blouse. She was wondering why her husband was doing that? After all, she was right there in the bed, all he had to do was reach for her like he sometimes did early in the mornings. That had become rare lately though.

She would have been quite happy, in fact eager to please him.

She looked at herself in the mirror, reached down and hefted her breasts. Yes, they sagged slightly now, they no longer were like they were the first time she had allowed Ted to touch them, see and feel them. She tugged up her top and checked her tummy, it was softer than it had been years before even though she worked out all the time. She sucked her tummy in, even that did not hide the bulge that defied every effort she made to get rid of it.

She was coming up on 30 years old very soon. It popped into her mind that maybe Ted thought she was losing her looks? Maybe her body didn't excite him any more?

God, if that was it, she could lose him! She would die if she lost him, he was her entire life.

Why else would he be out there doing that, and so early in the morning? Or was it something else, did he have deep down fantasies? Some unspoken need that she was not providing?

Sighing, then struggling to keep tears from flowing, she went into the kitchen to prepare a nice breakfast. Ted came in as she was setting the table. She waited for him to say something, perhaps explain. Maybe it was just one of those things, some photo of a young woman naked?


Aiming to Please



*Note to readers: This story deals with the fetish of smoking. If you don't find that appealing, please find another story you'll enjoy more.

*****

"Where's Mandy, Daddy?"

"I wanted to tuck you in tonight myself, honey. Is that okay?"

"Of course it is! You're my daddy."

Mandy loved watching him with his daughter. He was so caring, and that was one of the reasons she was falling in love with him. She stood just outside the door and listened to him read The Cat in the Hat followed by Green Eggs and Ham. Most of the time, she read Dr. Seuss books to Breanna because her father was at work where he was a leading cardio-thoracic surgeon at Seattle General Hospital.

As she stood there silently observing, she reflected back on the past year she'd worked as the nanny for Dr. Ethan Davis's five-year old daughter. His wife, Abigail, was killed in a kidnapping/ransom scheme gone very wrong. It was a public case and Mandy remembered thinking how sorry she was for this man and his daughter and also how dashingly handsome he was. The only good thing to come of it was that Breanna had been treated humanely throughout the ordeal and thought she was playing a game with some funny men in black masks. Only later did she learn they were 'bad men' who hurt her mommy and it was left at that.

Mandy Allen was one of a dozen women he'd personally interviewed for the job and one of only two he'd asked back for a follow-on meeting. She was shocked when he called her the next day and asked her if she could start immediately. Most of the other women had varying levels of experience and hefty resumes with multiple references from other doctors, lawyers, and upper-level professionals for whom they'd been nannies. She still wasn't sure why he'd chosen her, but she was absolutely thrilled with his decision. 

Mandy was a very pretty girl who had graduated at the top of her high school class. She would have gone straight to college but her mother, with whom she still lived, was unable to work. Her mom received a monthly benefit from the State of Washington, but it was barely enough to cover their rent. Mandy worked two jobs jobs since graduating from high school and managed to earn enough to keep them afloat and save a portion of the amount needed to put herself through a nanny certification course. Her grandmother had chipped in and paid the rest. Her nanna was an odd, aloof woman who took little interest in her daughter or her granddaughter, but for some reason, she'd agreed to pay the bulk of the cost of her training. To be honest, she could never have taken that much time off work without her help, and she was grateful for it.

As to why he chose her for the job, the only hint Dr. Davis had given her was that he liked the way she answered a question he'd posed to her. He'd asked, "If Breanna said she didn't think you loved her, how far would you be willing to go to prove you did?" 

Without hesitation she replied, "To the end of the earth. When I love someone, I am willing to do anything to prove it." Dr. Davis knew Mandy had worked over 90 hours a week to care for her ailing mother which was strong evidence she meant what she said.

When she heard him finally tucking Breanna in, she tiptoed back downstairs and started on the next day's meals and other preparations. A few minutes later he came looking for her and found her in the kitchen. "Oh, there you are, Mandy! Why don't you take a break and have a glass of wine with me? After all, I'll be at the hospital the next two days and as I recall tomorrow is your 21st birthday. So how about we celebrate?"

"You remembered! I'm very flattered," she said. "Let me just put this stuff away and I'll bring us some glasses."

"Oh, no. Not tonight. I've already selected a fantastic cabernet and all you need to do is come join me in the study."

He'd already poured the wine when she arrived. This was the one and only room in the house that was off-limits to her unless she was invited in, and this was only the second time she'd been in his study since she started working for him.

As she approached the room, she noticed he was standing near the back wall looking at some of the many pictures of his late wife. Mandy moved a little closer but stayed just outside as she said, "She's very beautiful."

"What's that?" he asked as he turned around to face her.

"Your wife. She's so beautiful."

Dr. Davis looked at her and said, "Yes, she was beautiful—both inside and out. She was the love of my life."

"Come in, Mandy," he said as he handed her a glass. "This is some magnificent stuff," he told her as he swirled the glass and watched the wine's fingers grip the sides of the glass.

She thanked him, took a small sip then said, "I can't imagine how awful it was losing her like that."

"It was terrible," he told her. "And the worst part is, Breanna will never know what a wonderful person her mother was. She does kind of remember the woman she called mommy, but those memories are already fading. Still, no matter how great the loss I feel, I make it a point never to pity myself because I'm the one who's still alive. I'd have given anything to trade places with her, but unfortunately, that wasn't an option." He took a drink then said wistfully, "I find it hard to imagine I could ever find another woman like her."

Deep in her heart, in a place only she could go, she felt the desire to tell him she could be that woman. Yes, she was 15 years younger than him and no, she wasn't a doctor or a well-educated professional of any kind, but if only he could know the lengths she was willing to go to to make him happy—then just maybe...

"There are many beautiful women out there, Dr. Davis. And, if I may say...you're a very handsome man with a great career, a beautiful home, the most wonderful daughter, and you're a fantastic father. I'm sure any one of them would love to have the chance to get to know you." 

"That's very kind of you to say, Mandy, but it isn't that simple. At least not for me. Abigail wasn't just beautiful. She was that for sure, but she was so much more. She was...everything to me. Everything I wanted, everything I dreamed of, and everything I'd ever hoped for. That's a very big pair of shoes...or heels, as it were...for anyone to fill. So...I've thrown myself into my work and into making sure Breanna is well cared for. She and my work are my life now. I was very fortunate to have a woman like Abigail. Finding another seems like too tall an order to ever expect to fill."

"Normally, I wouldn't offer my opinion, but since this is my birthday celebration, perhaps you'll allow me to do so this one time?" she asked with some trepidation.

"Of course. And Mandy, your opinion is always welcome. You're a part of this family now. You've been with us for over a year, and Breanna loves you very much."

Mandy didn't let the sting of not hearing him say her name as someone he loved pass. She simply said, "I have been here a year and that's just a bit less than how long your wife has been gone. Do you ever even think about...you know...dating again?"

"Dating," he said repeating the word as though it was a disease. "Just the sound of that word can turn the icy-cold resolve of a cardiac surgeon to jelly. I'm 36 years old and have a five-year old daughter and a very demanding job." He became very pensive as he turned to look at his late wife's pictures again. "And honestly? My taste in women is probably too narrow to allow me to find another woman like Abigail. I'm sure there are a few like her in the world, but I'd likey never be able to find them. Mind you, were this perfect woman to somehow just fall into my lap, I wouldn't dismiss the prospect of...dating again. I might even consider remarrying. But I'm a doctor and a man of science. The odds of that happening border on the miraculous and I don't believe in miracles." He gently turned and touched one of the pictures then said, "Were miracles real, Abigail would still be here and Breanna would still have her mother."

He turned back around and said, "I'm so sorry, Mandy. This is supposed to be a celebration and my melancholy is turning it into something macabre. Please forgive me."

Mandy didn't actually want him to find another woman. She only wanted to know whether or not he was even open to the idea of dating again and if so, what kind of girl he might be looking for. If he was interested in a fellow doctor or registered nurse or perhaps a lawyer, then she knew she couldn't compete. But were he looking for a woman willing to give anything and everything she had to offer, then who knew?

Several weeks later Mandy was more than a little surprised when Dr. Davis asked her to set an extra plate for dinner the next evening. She not only cared for Breanna but she also did most of the cooking and cleaning. He didn't entertain very often, and when he did, it was usually for a fair number of people from the hospital so this was a bit unusual to say the least. Perhaps it was the head of his department or maybe a family member she hadn't yet met.

After setting everything in its place the next evening, Mandy went back to the kitchen to finish dinner when she heard Dr. Davis and a voice she didn't recognize. As the sound grew nearer, she could tell the other person was female. Mandy didn't think too much of it until Dr. Davis brought her into the kitchen to introduce her.

"Mandy? I want to thank you," he said. She had a puzzled look on her face when he said that so he clarified things for her. "I took your advice, he said. He nodded toward the woman standing next to him and proudly announced, "Thanks to you, I'm actually on a date! Mandy, this is Connie Harding. Connie, this is my nanny, Mandy Allen."

"Hi," Connie said extending her hand. "Ethan's said so many wonderful things about you. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Mandy forced herself to smile as she shook hands with the woman. Mandy was crestfallen when she saw her. She was beautiful. She looked to be about 25 or so and she had an amazing body. She had shoulder-length brunette hair that was soft and silky, beautiful blue eyes, and soft, full lips. She was definitely showing off her figure in a very pretty light blue sweater that hugged her ample breasts in just the right way while it accentuated her tight waist. Her long legs were showcased in a short black skirt and a pair of what looked to be 3" black heels. In a word, she was gorgeous. In a word, Mandy was...jealous. No, she was...angry. No, the better word was...hurt. How could he not know how she felt? Mandy knew she was as attractive as this...interloper. So why had he never noticed her? Why didn't he see her that way?

She was too busy to think it through and thinking just hurt, so she politely told Connie how pleased she was to meet her and busied herself with getting dinner on the table. She did have one thought though, that kept running through her mind. In the nearly 13 months she'd worked for Ethan Davis, the only times he'd ever complimented her on the way she looked were the two or three times she'd dressed similarly to the way Connie was dressed. He allowed Mandy to wear whatever she liked and she'd tried everything from tight jeans to sun dresses to catch his attention. She'd worn her hair up, down, straight, and styled. She'd tried no makeup, light makeup, and too much makeup. But the only time he'd said anything was...

"Ethan?" she heard Connie say. "Where did you say I could go to smoke?"

"Oh, let me show you," he said. "There's a very large patio area outside." His voice trailed off but Mandy was sure he heard him tell Connie, "That's where Abigail always went whenever she wanted a..." The end of the sentence was cut off as the sliding glass door to the patio shut behind him.

Mandy was dumbfounded. She froze in place and just stood there. Smoking? A cardiac surgeon dating a woman who smoked? That made no sense to her at all.

A moment later, she was in the study—without Ethan's permission—and looking at the pictures on the back wall. He had about 20 of them mounted there, and she was sure she'd seen it in this room. She began looking from top to bottom, left to right. Yes! There it was. Near the bottom right was a beautiful black and white photograph of Abigail at a dinner party. She was wearing a beautiful white cashmere sweater and the photographer captured her as her cheeks were collapsing during a deep drag on the cigarette she was smoking. She'd noticed it before but never took the time to see who it was. Having just glanced at it, she assumed it was someone else. Then she took another look at all of the other pictures. In all but two, Abigail was wearing a very dressy, very classy-looking sweater or knit top of some kind. In most, she was wearing a short skirt and heels, but she also wore jeans or capri pants in a couple of them.

Mandy once again went back to her previous thought about those rare times when Ethan had noticed the way she was dressed. It had to be more than coincidence that it had only happened when she was wearing something like Abigail was wearing in those photos and the way Connie was dressed tonight.

Mandy decided she would test her theory over the next few days. Well, if she could talk Dr. Davis into an advance on her salary, that is. He paid her well, but even so, she was only able to cover all of her's and her mother's expenses leaving precious little money to spend on herself. But if this was the way to get him to take notice...

Mandy heard the door open and quickly stepped out of the study and back into the kitchen. "I was just going to get Breanna for dinner," she said as she passed by them. The stench of smoke on Connie was as strong as it was puzzling.

When she brought Breanna downstairs, her father introduced her to Connie. "Sweetheart? This is daddy's new friend, Connie. Can you please say hello to her?"

"Hello, Connie. Nice to meet you," she said sweetly.

"It's nice to meet you too, Miss Breanna! You sure are a pretty girl," she told her. "Can I please have a hug?"

Breanna looked at her father who told her it was fine. "Okay!" she said. She put her small arms around the woman and hugged her tight. When she let go, she said with the innocence of child, "You smell just like my mommy."

Connie turned to Ethan who smiled and mouthed the word 'smoking.'

"Oh, I see. Well, I think I'm going to take that as a compliment then." She turned to Ethan and said, "I've tried quitting several times without success, but I am swear I'm going to do just that—and soon. In fact, you might be able to hook me up with the right doctor to help me, Ethan!"

Mandy was putting food on the table as this took place, but she did not miss the way Ethan's countenance changed when Connie told him she planned to quit smoking. He'd been smiling, happy, and in the best mood she could remember. But as soon as she said that, his smile faded and was replaced with a look Mandy hadn't seen before. It might have been disappointment, but it also seemed to resemble disgust. That was another piece of the puzzle that made no sense whatsoever to her.

After dinner, Mandy told Breanna she'd need to get ready for bed soon and the little girl turned to Connie and asked, "Will you read me my bedtime stories tonight?"

Connie was clearly caught off guard. "Um, well, I guess I could do that. I'm not really into books sweetheart, but I suppose I could give it a try."

Mandy was stunned. What adult didn't intuitively know the importance of reading to a child every night? It was not only a lot of fun, it was crucial in helping the child learn, imagine, and dream and it had the added benefit of expanding the child's vocabulary. The one positive Mandy took away from this date was that Ethan was at least willing to date women who clearly weren't PhD candidates. Connie wasn't a bimbo, but it was obvious she wasn't very well educated. 

"That's okay," Mandy said jumping in to rescue her. "I'm happy to take care of that. Why don't you two just relax and talk while I get her bath and tuck her in."

Ethan replied by looking at his watch. "Oh, my. I had no idea it was already this late. Connie, I have a very early day tomorrow. Please forgive me, but I'm going to have to call it an evening."

It was only 8:30 in the evening and Connie could tell she was being politely asked to leave. "Well, if you need to get to bed by 9, who am I to interfere, right?" she said with a slight amount of irritation in her voice. "Thank you for dinner, Ethan. Mandy, it was nice to meet you. Good-night to you too, Brandy," she said as she picked up her coat and purse.

"I'm Breanna," she said without being mean.

Connie looked at her but didn't reply. She took her things and showed herself out.

Once she was gone, Mandy said, "Maybe you shouldn't have taken my advice."

Ethan laughed and told her, "No. Your advice was sound. It was my implementation that was inadequate."

Mandy also laughed and Breanna asked, "What is implatshunn?" making both of them laugh.

"The word is implementation, sweetheart, and Mandy will explain it to you when she tucks you in, okay?"

Before she left for the night, she told Dr. Davis she'd like to ask him something.

"Anything, Mandy. Just ask."

"I was wondering if I might be able to get a small advance."

"Certainly." He asked her to follow him to the study where he got out his checkbook. "Is everything all right with your mom?" he asked. 

"Oh, sure. She's as well as can be expected. It's just that I wanted to buy some new clothes and well, things are so expensive and..."

"Say no more. How much would you like?"

"Maybe two hundred?" she said sheepishly.

"You do so many extra things around here that I dearly appreciate. Let's make it five hundred and call it a bonus rather than an advance, shall we?"

"Dr. Davis. I can't do that. I don't need that much," she told him honestly.

"Nonsense," he said as he wrote in the amount and signed it.

"Anything special?" he asked.

"I'm sorry?" she said as she didn't understand his question.

"The new clothes. Any special reason for them? Maybe a date of your own?" he teased.

"Oh, no. I mean, I wish that were true. There is this guy I like—a lot," she said without making eye contact. "He's really great and I've been trying to get his attention for over a year, but I haven't had much luck so I just thought..."

"Lucky guy," he said with a smile. "You're the kind of girl any guy would be proud to be with, Mandy. If he's not smart enough to notice you then that's his loss. You're too pretty to spend too much time on a guy who can't see how special you are. As you told me, there a lot of people out there who'd like to get to know someone like you."

Mandy's heart was racing as she thanked him for the money and more importantly for what he'd said. She couldn't stop smiling the entire way home. She was already looking for a way to find time to cash the check tomorrow and pick up two or three new skirts and sweaters she thought he might like. That's when she realized she'd need new heels, too, and was grateful for the extra money. 

If her hunch was correct and if he really was smart enough to notice, this could be a turning point for her. Once again she asked her herself the same questions. How could he not notice? How could he not see that everything she did was to impress him? How could he not know she was in love with him? "Ughhh! Men!" she said out loud to herself.

Mandy took Breanna to kindergarten the next day just as she did every weekday morning at 8am. On her way home, she deposited the check and took a quick look at her balance. For once, she wasn't living on financial fumes. One of her favorite stores opened early at 9 o'clock and she headed straight there so she get could back and take care of the laundry and unload the dishwasher.

It was Fall in Seattle and the weather was already cold again. Summer was really only two months long unless June turned out to be warmer than normal. In any case, three months of warmer weather was the limit for the Pacific Northwest. The rest of the year was somewhere between chilly and downright cold. Snow came maybe twice a year so while freezing temps were rare, daytime temperatures in the 40s and 50s were the norm. Therefore, most girls and women wore sweaters eight or nine months a year. 




Aiming to Please



Mandy loved them, but it was a lot cheaper to wear a tee-shirt and coat outside. Besides, until lately, fashion hadn't been much of a concern to her. Since her dad moved out when she was 14, she'd had to try and care for her mom and keep her grades up. All through high school, she'd endured comment after comment about how pretty she'd be if she just tried a little bit. Some nice clothes, a little makeup, a new haircut, etc., and she'd be beautiful. Those things cost money and money was something the Allens didn't have. As a result, she only dated sporadically and she'd never really had a steady boyfriend. 

It wasn't until the end of her senior year when a cute new guy named Mark asked her out for a second and then a third date that she'd finally lost her virginity. They had sex three other times after that before he left town as mysteriously as he'd shown up. Mandy knew he'd been in foster care most of his life, but she couldn't imagine he could leave without so much as saying goodbye. 

After the first time, she'd enjoyed making love and she often fantasized about those last two times with Mark. And then she met Ethan who was now the center of all her fantasies and the man she dreamed of whenever she touched herself...down there. Just the thought of him making love to her was enough to make her wish she'd worn a pad to absorb the copious amounts of wetness that emerged from her pussy. 

As she tried on a dozen different sweaters, she carefully selected the two she thought would be the most attractive to the man she loved. She found two skirts, as well, but because of money constraints, she settled for one pair of black heels that would go with everything. She choose a very pretty, very soft, iced-pink colored sweater with long sleeves and a deep jewel neck. Mandy was blessed with her mother's full C-cup breasts and this top would show them off beautifully. She also picked out one in winter white that had a rib-knit look to it like the one Connie wore. It had a square neckline that wouldn't show much cleavage, but it would show a lot of her bare chest above her soft, ample mounds. The skirts were black and tan and although they were short, they were still modest enough to wear in front of Breanna. Pleased with her choices, she paid the cashier and headed back to the Davis residence.

After taking care of her chores, she changed into her new pink sweater and black skirt, then went to pick up Breanna. She'd always done her hair and makeup as long as she'd worked for Dr. Davis so that was a given. She just hoped this was his style and that he'd finally notice her as something other than his nanny. 

As she inched along in parent pickup, she spotted the little girl she so dearly hoped would one day be hers. When Breanna saw Mandy, she waved excitedly as the teacher's aid opened the door to let her in. "Hi, Mandy!" she said. Breanna looked over and her and said, "You changed clothes. You look pretty. Just like a princess." Then she reached into her backpack and pulled out a picture she'd colored. "This is for you," she said proudly.

Mandy took a quick look at it and saw a stick figure with long hair reading to a smaller stick figure with long hair in bed. "Is that me reading to you?" she said choking back tears. 

"Uh-huh. I drew you 'cuz I love you soooo much!" she said without looking at her. Children spoke from the heart and didn't need confirmation when they shared feelings.

Mandy couldn't help it. She reached over and ran her hand through Breanna's hair and said, "I love you soooo much too, sweetheart."

"I want you to be my new mommy," she said matter-of-factly.

"So do I," Mandy said very quietly as she pulled out onto the road in front of the school. "So do I."

Food wasn't Ethan Davis's thing but he did love roast chicken the way his mother had made it as he was growing up. Mandy'd learned this early on and she'd made it for him several times. Each time, he'd complimented on it and tonight she wanted everything to be perfect. She went to the wine cellar and picked out a bottle of the chardonnay he always drank with it and got everything ready for him to come home. While he was often late he'd called tonight and let her know he'd there around 7:30. 

At 7:45, Mandy heard the door open, then close, followed by the familiar sound of him setting his keys and wallet on the sideboard near the front door. She took a deep breath as she went to say hello.

He was halfway across the living room when he saw her. Unlike most nights when he just smiled and asked how her day was, this time he stopped dead in his tracks and said, "Wow! Look at you. Is this your new look for the lucky guy?" he asked smiling broadly.

"I hope so," she said rather timidly.

"Do you have a date later tonight?" he asked. Immediately he said, "Sorry. That's none of my business. What you do on your time is your business and I apologize."

"No, that's okay," she told him. "I don't mind you asking. I like when you take an interest in my life." She felt blood rising to her cheeks when she said that because she'd opened herself up to him even if he didn't know it.

"Well I am interested in your life, Mandy. You're our nanny and you're very important to us."

Mandy refused to let his lack of further interest derail her. She was encouraged when he walked by and said, "You really do look beautiful, by the way. That is a very flattering look on you." Before she could respond he said, "Do I smell your roast chicken?"

"Yes, you do!" she told him. "Are you hungry?"

"Are you kidding?" he replied. "Let me wash up and I'll be right in."

Mandy called for Breanna to wash up for dinner, too, and to come downstairs. Minutes later, she came bounding down the stairs clutching the drawing she'd shown Mandy that morning at school. 

"Daddy, daddy, daddy!" she called out. "I missed you today. Look what I made!" she announced proudly.

Ethan looked at it very ceremoniously and told her it was beautiful. "Do you know who that is?" she asked.

"No, I don't. Tell me who that is," he said in a voice that was filled with interest.

"It's me and my new mommy!" she told him.

"Your new mommy? That's amazing, honey. Um...who's your new mommy?" he asked her.

Breanna raised her hand and pointed at Mandy. "Right there. I want her to be my new mommy. Okay, Daddy?"

Ethan smiled and said, "Well, Mandy certainly does love you, honey."

"And I love her, too. Do you love her, Daddy? Can you please marry her so I can have a mommy again? Isn't she pretty, Daddy?"

Ethan looked at Mandy who was positively beaming before he looked back at his daughter. "Yes, she is very pretty, honey." He looked at Mandy who mouthed the words 'thank you' as she continued to smile. "But Mandy isn't your mommy, sweetheart. She's your nanny."

Unaware of Mandy's feelings, he was more than a little surprised when he looked up and saw that Mandy's smile had disappeared. He didn't want to stare but he was pretty sure he could see tears welling up in her eyes. Before he could find out, Mandy said she wasn't really very hungry and excused herself.

She walked as quickly as she could to the bathroom she used, shut the door, sat down on the edge of the tub, and let herself cry. She couldn't help it and she couldn't stop it. Several minutes later, she'd finally gotten control of herself when she heard Ethan's voice. "Mandy? Are you okay? Is everything all right?"

She cleared her throat, took a deep breath and said, "Um, yeah. I'm fine. I'll be right out." She cleaned off the mascara that had run, washed her face, and dried off. She took several more deep breaths then walked out. 

Ethan was there waiting for her and said, "Did something I say upset you?"

"No, not at all. Why do you ask?" she said trying to hide her hurt.

"I don't know. You seemed like you were in such a good mood and then all of a sudden you got up to leave and..."

"I'm fine. I promise," she lied. "I'll go put things away and get Breanna ready for bed."

She came back downstairs to let him know Breanna wanted him to read to her. The house was huge and she wandered around until she heard his voice coming from the study. She walked toward it then stopped just outside when she heard him say, "No, I'm not gonna see Connie again." There was a pause then she heard him say, "She said she's going to quit smoking and that's a deal breaker for me." Pause. "I would never ask a woman not to quit, but you know I won't date a woman who doesn't smoke. Period." Pause. "I don't really care about that, Paul. Smoking is legal and if a woman wants to smoke, that's her choice. Abigail started smoking after I told her how sexy I thought it was and I can tell you this. I would never, ever marry a woman who didn't like to smoke. So why would I date someone I have no interest in marrying?" Pause. "I'm not into one-night stands or hook ups or whatever they're called now. I have a daughter and I want to find another wife. Someone like Abigail...if someone like that exists."

Finally, it all made sense! All the pieces of the puzzle instantly fit together at that moment. It wasn't that she wasn't pretty enough. It wasn't that he wasn't attracted to her. It was just that the one thing he seemed to want most was something that was missing. What had he called it? Oh, right. A deal breaker. 

Mandy had been on Cloud 9 before hearing Ethan's reply to Breanna. Since then, she'd been sadder and more miserable than she could ever remember. She felt like this was hopeless. And now suddenly, she was not only hopeful, she was excited. She now knew exactly what Ethan was looking for and she was bound and determined to provide it.

She waited for him to finish talking to this Paul person before pretending like she'd just walked up. "Dr. Davis? Breanna would like you to read to her tonight if you don't mind?"

"Oh, okay. Thanks, Mandy. I'll be right there."

That night, Mandy lay in bed dreaming of that first kiss with Ethan. She knew she was going to have to make some very big changes in her life to reach her goal, but she was well aware that 'nothing ventured, nothing gained' was all too true. As she massaged her wet clit, she moaned loudly as she imagined his big, hard cock sliding inside of her soaking wet pussy. "Oh, God. Fuck me, Ethan!" she whimpered as she shuddered and came so hard it scared her.

Mandy had tried smoking twice her sophomore year when a friend who'd started smoking asked her to try it. Her memories of the first time where horrible. The smell was disgusting and it tasted awful. She'd burned her throat trying to inhale directly without pausing to hold the smoke in her mouth briefly. That was followed by a coughing fit and her putting it out. Two weeks later, her friend convinced her to try it again. This time, she showed her how to inhale and encouraged her to take a very small amount in her mouth and hold it before inhaling. Mandy was actually afraid when she took a small draw thinking it would burn again. She held it for a couple of seconds and her friend said, "Go ahead, inhale it."

Mandy did so and this time, it didn't burn. It made her throat feel tight, but it wasn't anything like that first attempt. As she was inhaling, she felt a pleasant tingle at the back of her neck. After she exhaled, she smiled and told her friend what had happened. "That's the nicotine rush. It's a really nice buzz, huh?" she explained.

"I guess so," Mandy said. She took two more puffs being thinking it was just too strong. Her friend tried several more times to get her to smoke with her, but Mandy had no desire to so she politely refused.

Now she had every desire to do so, but she didn't know anything about smoking. She snuck another look at the picture of Abigail in the study when Ethan was at work the next day and she was able to make out part of a word near the filter. She could read, "...inia Slims Menthol Li..." 

She drove to a convenience store before picking up Breanna and looked at the various packs. "What'll it be, hon?" the grumpy old woman behind the counter said.

"Um...I'm not sure," she told her.

"You changin' brands or something?" she asked gruffly. "What've you been smoking, honey?" The old woman looked her over and said, "You look like one of those delicate things. Here, try these. They should be girly enough for you."

She looked at the pack which said Virginia Slims Menthol Lights. Those must be the ones Abigail smoked. "Um, sure. I'll take those," she said.

"Five ninety-five," the woman demanded.

"Six dollars for a pack of cigarettes?" Mandy said with incredulity.

"No, $5.95," the woman repeated.

"Sheesh," she said as she plunked down a five and a one. "Good thing Ethan is a rich doctor," she said under her breath.

"Who's a doctor?" the woman said loudly.

"Sorry. Just talking to myself." As she got ready to leave, she realized she didn't own a lighter. "Shit!" she said to herself. "I need one of these, too." Mandy paid for the lighter, stuffed it and the cigarettes in her purse, then went to pick up Breanna.

Mandy's plan had two parts. The first was to spend whatever extra money she had on new clothes that would catch Ethan's attention. The second was to give him 30 days to ask her out from the time she put her plan into action. She would need some time to relearn or in this case it was probably more accurate to say 'learn' to smoke well enough that she could do so in front of him comfortably.

It was almost three weeks before Mandy felt confident enough to test out her new theory. Privately, she'd progressed to the point where she could finish a cigarette down to the letters without too much difficulty. She still didn't like smoking let alone enjoy it, but if this was what it took to get his attention, then she would learn to enjoy it. Besides, she knew that after a month of smoking a few cigarettes a day, she could stop whenever she wanted to if it didn't have the desired results. In fact, she would not only stop smoking, she would give her two-weeks notice if the 30-day trial didn't bear fruit.

She wore the off-white sweater and tan-colored skirt with her heels that day and after putting Breanna to bed, she found Ethan in the study. She stood at the door and waited for him to look up. "Oh, hi Mandy. Do you wanna come in?" he asked.

Her heart was beating out of her chest when she told him, "Oh, no thanks. I just wanted to let you know I was going to go outside and have a cigarette. I've been really stressed out lately. I just wanted to make sure you knew where I was."

Ethan dropped the pen he was writing with, sat back in his chair, and looked directly at her. "I had no idea you smoke, Mandy."

"I just never mentioned it before. You know, with you being a doctor and all...and with Breanna...I was sure you'd disapprove. Even after Connie went outside to smoke that one day, I still didn't feel comfortable telling you."

Ethan stood up and stepped out of the study. He stood next to her and said, "I can't imagine how hard it's been going all day without a cigarette. Mandy, anytime you want to go outside to smoke, please, by all means, do so."

"Thank you, Dr. Davis. I was so worried you might be upset with me," she said hiding her true motivations.

"No, not all, Mandy. And please, call me Ethan. My God, you've been here for close to fifteen months now, so I don't see any reason to be so formal."

"Well, thank you...Ethan. I'm just gonna grab my coat, okay?"

"Hold on! I was thinking about having a glass of wine. Would you care to have one with me?" he asked with more enthusiasm than Mandy could ever recall.

"That would be so nice! Yes, thank you, Ethan. I'd love one." Mandy smiled as the man she loved went to pour them a glass. 

He met her near the sliding glass door and said handed her a glass of merlot. "Shall we?" he said as he opened it for her.

"It's chilly out here," she said. 

"Abigail always said a cigarette tasted better when it was cold outside. Do you think that's true?" he asked. 

Mandy had no idea whatsoever but said authoritatively, "Oh, definitely." She removed the pack and lighter from her coat pocket and noticed there were about five left. It had taken her that long to get through the first 15. The first five or so had been awful but still not as terrible as her first experience in high school. She could only take two or three puffs before putting it out. Each day she tried to take one additional puff knowing she'd have to be able to finish one if she had any hope of convincing Ethan she was even a light smoker.

He picked up her lighter and said, "Oh, please. Allow me."

Mandy tilted her head down and touched the end to the flame and took a small drag, held it in her mouth, then inhaled. "Not bad," she thought to herself. The last three days, she'd managed to get almost down to the letters before it got so strong she couldn't stand it. She exhaled a small stream and said, "That's nice."

She could tell Ethan wanted to stare while trying to pretend he wasn't. Mandy was certain she'd found the missing link. She knew he loved her outfit as he'd complimented her on it again when he first saw her. But she'd never seen him this attentive before. Mandy took a deeper drag, opened her mouth ever so slightly, then pulled the smoke in quickly. As she exhaled she said, "God, I really needed a cigarette." Ethan smiled politely but didn't comment.

She and Ethan sat quietly sipping their wine as Mandy continued to smoke. She loved the way Ethan was doing his best not to stare while making sure not to miss a single second of the show she was putting one. She forced herself to take one additional drag at the letters and regretted it. She didn't cough, but it tasted awful. It was worse than the first few puffs of those first five cigarettes. "It's an investment," she told herself as she exhaled a long blue plume of smoke before putting it out.

After that, Mandy noticed that Ethan was home by 7 o'clock every evening lately. That was very unusual as he often got home closer to 9pm if he came home at all. And just as she had hoped, he did indeed go outside with her every time she told him she was going out to smoke. In fact, there were times when she didn't say anything just to see if he would follow her. The first time, he didn't say anything when he noticed she was outside. He just opened the back door and sat down with her. The second time, he told her she needed to make sure he knew where she was. He wasn't upset at all, he assured her. It was, you know, in case Breanna needed her. She didn't tell him that he was home and inside with her and could tend to any emergency better than she could. She just inhaled as deeply as she could then said as she exhaled, "Oh, of course. I'll make sure to let you know every time from now on. Sometimes I just need cigarette so bad I can't stand to wait any longer." He told her he certainly understood and that it really wasn't a big deal. He was just being a good parent.

After the third week, Mandy began to get very concerned. Ethan had been unable to keep his eyes off when she smoked and he had complimented her on her new clothes every time she wore them. What bothered her was he hadn't done anything to make her think he was looking at her differently. As far as she could tell, he still saw her as Breanna's nanny and nothing more.

She had seven days left in her experiment, and she told herself to stay positive, to be extra friendly, extra helpful, and always be pleasant. She was also making an effort to present herself as more sophisticated without being pretentious even though she wasn't sure that was helping, either.

With just six days to go, they were out on the patio when Ethan said, "Mandy? I've been thinking about taking a few days off."

Mandy was in the middle of a very deep inhale. She raised her eyebrows, drew in the smoke, then said, "That's a surprise. I don't think you've had two days off in a row as long as I've been here, Ethan. Is everything okay?"




Aiming to Please



"Oh, sure. It's just that I thought it might be nice to get away for a few days. You know, actually take a vacation somewhere. Starting tomorrow. I know that's short notice and all and I'm sorry for not bringing this up sooner."

Mandy was heartbroken. That meant she'd done all of this for nothing. Her last several days would be spent here in Seattle while he and Breanna were off somewhere spending time together. Trying hard not to show her deep disappointment Mandy said, "That sounds wonderful. I'm sure Breanna will enjoy some time alone with her daddy."

Ethan tilted his head slightly and said, "I'm sorry. I just assumed you knew I meant that the three of us would go together. I can't imagine going somewhere without you."

Mandy's roller coaster ride of emotions took another steep climb after the short-lived crash. "Oh. I did misunderstand. I just assumed you'd be going without me," she said.

"Definitely not, Mandy. I've booked three tickets for the day after tomorrow. We'll gone for five days then return home. I even took the liberty of lining up an RN who needs some extra money to provide 24-hour care for your mom."

Mandy felt a warmth spread through her body that began somewhere between her legs. Could it be that her plan was working? Was he finally noticing her for herself? If he was, why hadn't he said anything to indicate that? Could this trip just be a coincidence? Was he taking her along just as the nanny? The roller coaster took another dip as she found herself at a loss as to what all of this meant.

"I'd also like you to do something for me. It's for you actually, but it's also kind of for me."

"Of course," she said as she finished her cigarette. For the first time ever, she reached for a second one as Ethan lit it for her.

He took out his wallet and handed her a gold credit card. "I'd like you to go shopping. For Breanna and for yourself." He waited to gauge her reaction then said, "Without giving away the suprise, we'll be going someplace warm but not hot. So please get her a few new things to wear and I'd like you to do the same for yourself. Consider it another kind of bonus."

"Ethan, that's really not necessary. I truly appreciate it but you don't have to do that."

"I want to," he said. "I don't tell you often enough how pretty you are and how much I love the way you dress. You always been an attractive young woman to me. It's just that the last few months you've changed. You've become...what? More...sophisticated? I'm not usually at a loss for words, but I'm having trouble expressing what I want to say so I'll just say I really like the changes."

Mandy was again on top of the world. Her heart was beating fast and that warm feeling was back. "So do you have a particular style in mind?" she asked as she exhaled another long stream of smoke.

"It's up to you, of course, but I love the things you've been wearing. Maybe those same kinds of things only either sleeveless or with short sleeves?"

She decided to be just a little big coy and said, "Along with the short skirts?"

Ethan didn't blush but she could tell she'd hit some kind of button. "I would like that very much. You would look amazing in a rib-knit top and a skater skirt, Mandy." He seemed to regret having been so specific and quickly added, "Not that I'm trying to say that's what you should buy. It's your call. Completely. Same for Breanna. I trust your judgment. In fact, I trust you completely with my little girl."

Mandy finished her second cigarette and this time she forced herself to smoke it all the way to the filter. She was so jazzed by this good news that she actually wanted to take the last two drags. After all, it was an investment.

When she got to the house that morning, she brought along two suitcases and set them by the door. Ethan saw her and said, "Wow! Don't you look nice!" Mandy was wearing a sleeveless, white, rib-knit top with a very short black skater skirt and black sandals. 

Mandy thanked him for the compliment and for the clothes. He suggested she have a cigarette before leaving for the airport and he offered the same advice before they checked in. "It could be 3-4 hours before you'll have another opportunity," he warned her. 

Once they went inside Sea-Tac airport, Ethan led them to the United check-in area and finally told them where they were going. He picked Breanna up and said, "Are you ready to go see...Mickey Mouse?"

Breanna took in a very deep breath and squealed, "We're going to Disneyland? Oh, Daddy! I love you SO much!" She threw her arms around her father and squeezed his neck oh-so tight.

Mandy was a little bit concerned about pretending to be a full-time smoker when the most she'd smoked in one day was two cigarettes and both of them in the evening with Ethan. The good news, at least from her perspective, was that she wouldn't be able to smoke in their room or in any restaurant thus reducing the number of times she would need to smoke to something manageable. Regardless, she was determined to pull this off and with any luck, well, who knew where things might go.

Once they landed and picked up their bags, they went outside and Ethan pointed to a sign and said, "You should be able to have a cigarette over there, Mandy. You've got be dying for one after four hours in the airport and the plane."

"Oh, definitely," she said even though she had no need whatsoever to smoke. At least not from any physical urge or craving. The only need was to keep the man she loved looking at her and interested.

Breanna had never seen her smoke before. When she lit up, the little girl said, "My mommy used to smoke, too. Before the bad men kilt her." She made a pouty face not because she understood death or what happened but because she missed her mommy.

"Does that remind you of your mommy, honey? Does it make you sad?"

"No," she said shaking her head. "It makes me happy to remember her."

Ethan smiled at Mandy as she quickly burned through her first cigarette in southern California. They checked into a five-star hotel and Mandy was simply amazed at the room. It was more beautiful than anything she'd ever seen except maybe for Ethan's home. There were no-smoking signs everywhere so Mandy knew she wouldn't have to smoke as much as she otherwise would. Or she thought that until Ethan said, "I made sure the hotel had a balcony where you could smoke. All you have to do is go right and there anytime you like."

She was so stunned she didn't know what to say. She looked outside then back at him and mumbled, "Um...that's perfect!" It had only been 45 minutes since her first cigarette and she definitely didn't feel like smoking again and he didn't press the issue. Ethan got everything put away then said, "I don't know about you, but I'm starved. Do you wanna get some lunch?"

All that day, Ethan turned out to be as attentive in every way as Mandy could have hoped. He was almost too attentive when it come to looking for opportunities to let her have a cigarette. As she was out on the balcony that night, she noticed there was only one left in the box. She'd started the day with 11. This was her 10th cigarette. No wonder her lungs hurt like hell! She'd quintupled the maximum number she'd ever smoked in one day and she hadn't had her first one until she got to Ethan's house. The thought of waking up and having to go outside first thing to smoke wasn't a pleasant one but what choice did she have? In for a penny, in for a pound, right?

Ethan had offered her her own room, but this one was huge with two king beds and there was even a thin divider that could be pulled between them. Therefore, she had a ready-made excuse to stay with him and of course, Breanna.

When she awoke the next morning, the aroma of freshly-brewed coffee filled the room. The next sensation she had was of someone having put a vice on her chest. "Oh, my God," she thought to herself. She knew she was supposed to wake up desperate for a cigarette. What she was desperate for was a break from smoking.

"Hey, sleepy head," Ethan said quietly. It was just after 8am. Breanna was worn out and still fast asleep. "I just brought back some fresh coffee."

She sat up and thanked him for it then looked at the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand. "Care to join me?" he asked as he nodded toward the balcony.

"Oh. Yes, of course. I'm dying for a cigarette," she said bravely.

As she took her first drag, her lungs felt like they were on fire. It got slightly better after the second and was much less painful after the third.

"It's so...peaceful out here," Ethan said as they looked out from the balcony. "The birds are chirping, things are still." He paused and said, "And you're here with me. What more could I ask for?"

Mandy forgot about her own woes and let that roller coaster take her back to the top. She took a long, deep drag and held it in knowing Ethan was openly staring at her. "I'm so glad you came with us, Mandy."

Mandy exhaled, smiled, and told him, "There's no place I'd rather be than with my two most favorite people in the whole world."

"You know, I loved the things you bought for Breanna. She doesn't want to wear anything else. And I really like what you chose for yourself. I'm just so impressed with you, Mandy. I can't think of anything about you that I don't like." He saw her look down and away in a rather shy way. "Did that make you feel uncomfortable?" he asked.

"No, not at all. It was a very nice thing to hear, Ethan. Thank you for saying that and thank you for inviting me."

Mandy put the other pack of Virginia Slims she'd brought with her in her purse. She was sure that would be more than enough for the few days they'd be gone, but she could already tell she'd be out the next day at this rate. The thought of smoking that much again seemed like a daunting task, but based on the success she was having, it would be a very small price to pay for his continued attention.

That night, she noticed there were only eight cigarettes left in her pack. One from the other pack plus 12 more that day and she still had to go out on the balcony and have at least one more that evening. Ethan saw her checking and said, "Oh, I picked up a couple of packs for you today while you and Breanna were taking a nap." He sat them next to the other pack. 

"Thank you, Ethan. That was so thoughtful of you," she willed herself to say.

"My pleasure. In every way," he added.

Mandy understood what he meant but didn't comment. By the time they left, she was well into the last pack. When they got back to his place that night, there were just five left in that pack and Mandy realized her lungs no longer hurt. In fact, shortly after she woke up that day, she found herself feeling almost like she was getting a headache. When she and Ethan went outside so she could smoke, the feeling went away. She'd had the same feeling again when they landed back in Seattle only it was more pronounced. It also went away once they got outside and she was able to smoke. She hadn't connected the two things until now when she realized she not only wanted to smoke, she was needing to smoke. 

She was at the 30-day mark and while Ethan had been very kind and very sweet to her, there had been no romantic overtures. As she finished her 17th cigarette of the day, she felt like she was trapped between the proverbial rock and a hard place. If she didn't say something, he might never make a move. If she did, he might reject her and she'd be crushed and have to give notice.

Almost reflexively, she reached for another cigarette. After Ethan lit it for her, he said, "Mandy? May I speak directly?"

She exhaled and said, "Of course. After all, you are my boss, right?"

He smiled and said, "Technically, yes. But this isn't coming from your employer. It's coming from Ethan Davis; someone who needs to tell you something."

Mandy's heart rate quickened as she expected something bad. "I'm listening, Ethan Davis," she told him.

"Well, first of all, I need to fess up. I knew from the first time I came out with here with you that you didn't smoke. At least not regularly." Mandy was in the middle of a deep inhale when he told her he knew. She exhaled and asked him how he could tell. "It was they way you smoked. It was tentative and forced." He paused to watch her and said, "Not like it is now." He let her take another long hit from her cigarette then said, "Did you somehow find out I find women who smoke attractive? I won't be upset no matter how you learned my little secret. I'm just curious."

Mandy felt terrible. She sat there for a moment then looked over at him and confessed. "Oh, Ethan. I'm so sorry. I wasn't trying to eavesdrop, it's just that I came down to tell you Breanna wanted you to read to her and you were talking to someone and..."

"That's my older brother, Paul. He lives in Portland. We try to stay in touch, but it's tough, you know. He's a trial lawyer and he's as busy as I am. He's one of the only people who knows about my um...fetish."

"I also snuck into your study one day and looked at all the pictures of your wife."

"And you saw the one of her smoking."

Mandy couldn't even look at him. "Yes. And between those pictures and Connie...the way they both dressed and the fact that they both smoked, well..."

"That was very intuitive of you, Mandy. And for me, it was very important."

"How so?" she asked as she finally looked at him again.

"I'm not sure how much you heard me say, but I could never—and would never—ask any woman to start smoking for me. For that matter, I wouldn't even try and talk her into wearing what I like. But both of those things are critically important to me. I can't fully explain why. I just know they are. I only know I could never be happy with a woman who didn't enjoy willingly and happily doing both of those things."

"But didn't Abigail start because you asked her to?" Mandy asked with genuine interest.

"Eventually yes, she did. She was 27 when I finally told her about how much I love women who smoke. She was shocked at first but sympathetic. Even so, it was almost a year later before she agreed to try it."

"Why did she? Try it, I mean."

"Abigail was the kind of person who showed her love by giving and by doing. Many people say they love someone but don't really show it. Abigail was an 'all-in' kind of person whether it was her charity work or her marriage. She had a friend show her how so she could surprise me on my 29th birthday. I was so blown away that she was blown away by my reaction. We had a good love life, but this sent things through the roof for both of us. As time went on, the occasional cigarette before love making became one after dinner which became one after breakfast and lunch and before long, she was smoking quite a few every day. But the big change came the first day she woke up and said, "I need a cigarette! I followed her outside like a little puppy dog at 6am. She said that first cigarette that morning was the best she ever smoked although she also enjoyed the first one of the day the best of the 20-25 or so she smoked every day after that. She really, really enjoyed smoking and I loved watching her smoke and well, there was just nothing like kissing her after she'd just had a cigarette."

"Really? That seems so crazy. I'd think a guy would want his wife to brush her teeth first or use mouthwash to kill the taste."

"Oh, no. For guys like me, it's just the opposite. Kissing a girl who smokes is THE best part. Well, it's a tough call as to whether it's that or just watching her take a long, deep drag knowing how much she's enjoying it. Look, I understand the risks. Hell, I operate on bad hearts every day. Many are the result of damage done from smoking. But I'm a huge believer in individual freedom and if a woman chooses to smoke, then that's her right. I would never ask her to do so, but if she willingly chooses to, she should be able to make that choice."

"So tell me again how you knew so quickly I didn't smoke?" Mandy asked.

"That part was easy. If Abigail ever went more than an hour without one, but especially two or more, she became desperate. Her need to smoke was so strong it was overpowering. She'd inhale as deeply as she could taking two or three drags in a row. You barely drew on yours at all." He smiled and said, "That doesn't it mean it wasn't sexy as hell, though."

He sat there and stared at her before saying, "I wanted to say something else, too."

Mandy grabbed another cigarette and inhaled deeply. "I don't think I really need to ask this, but I would like to be sure I'm right."

"Go ahead," she said as she exhaled a very deep stream of smoke.

"Is it fair to assume I'm the mystery man whose attention you've been trying to get?"

Mandy smiled and said, "Was it that obvious?"

"Yes, but I wasn't 100% sure. Now that I am, I want to tell you that you most definitely have gotten my attention. Fully and completely. And since you confessed something, I need to do the same."

"Oh, really? Do tell, Dr. Davis," Mandy teased as she took a huge drag from her cigarette.

"I asked you to spend a few days with me...with us...to see if you really did want to smoke or not. As I said, I would never ask you or anyone else directly to smoke, but I was hoping it would give you the opportunity to smoke a lot more and give me the opportunity to see if my feelings for you were real."

"Feelings?" she said as butterflies filled her stomach.

"Yes, feelings. I told you I've always found you attractive, but until I felt comfortable that you were fulfilling my two unspoken needs on your own, I couldn't act on them. You see, I don't believe in the idea of a soul mate—this one and only one person destined to mine."

Mandy took another huge hit and asked why.

"Because a soul mate implies there's this one-and-only-one person out there waiting to be found. It almost invokes divine providence guiding them together, and I don't believe in divine providence. Rather, I believe there is a range of people with whom we can be happy. Within that group, some might be better suited than others, but for the most part, any of them would be a suitable husband or wife IF both of them are committed to love, marriage, raising children, etc. I am thoroughly committed to all of those things, but only with a woman who shares my values and who..."

"Enjoys smoking and dressing the way you like?" she said finishing his sentence. 

"You see, you are intuitive. And beautiful. And very sexy. So now that I know you enjoy both of those things, you are in that range of women. In fact, you are right at the center of it."

Mandy felt herself blush ever so slightly as that warm feeling spread out from her very wet pussy to her legs and beyond.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say those to me, Ethan."

"Mandy, as intuitive as you are, you have to know how I feel."

She finished her cigarette and put it out. "I know what I hope it is you feel, but I would much rather hear you tell me than have you make me guess."

He stood up and stood in front of her. He held out his hand and she took it. He helped her stand and as he looked down into her eyes he said, "I've fallen in love with you, Mandy Allen."

Mandy's heart was beating out of her chest. "And I've been in love with you for over a year, Ethan Davis."

He put his hands on her small shoulders and leaned down and kissed her for the first time. Mandy moaned softly and melted into his kiss. "Oh, my God, that was so...nice," she told him.

"Will you please stay with me tonight?" he asked as they broke their kiss.

"Yes," was all she could say as she stared into his eyes. "Yes, I will stay with you tonight or any night."

"Would you be willing to stay with me...every night?" he asked as he held her pretty face in his hands.

"I would," she said sincerely. "I promise."




Aiming to Please



Ethan led her upstairs and closed the bedroom door. Breanna was sound asleep as the tall, handsome doctor took his new lover in his arms. "I love you, Mandy," he said as he kissed her passionately. The taste on her lips was something he'd missed almost as much as he missed his wife. "Wow. That was truly amazing," he said.

"It was pretty awesome from my point of view, too," she said with a smile. "I'm glad you told me not to brush my teeth first," she teased.

"Please don't ever do that. The way you taste right now is one of the greatest pleasures in life for me. Please never take that away from me."

"I will never do that. And as a final confession, I had decided to stop smoking and quit working for you if you didn't finally...notice me. But after our vacation, I've enjoyed smoking so much I'm not sure if I would have still wanted to quit. And honestly? I'm not sure I even could. I am now very addicted to smoking and I have no desire to quit. Does that make you happy?"

"More than you can know," he said. He ran his hand up her side and gently cupped her soft, full breast. Mandy sighed and reached down and ran her hand along the front of his pants until she found the bulge she was looking for.

She unbuckled his pants, unzipped them and let them fall to the floor. She found his growing cock just inside his underwear and was thrilled to learn he was thick and hard. She pulled the shorts down and kneeled in front of him.

She looked up at him and smiled as she cupped his balls and took his cock in her hand. She gently stroked it while massaging his balls. "That feels so good, honey," he told her.

Mandy raised up slightly and took her lover's cock into her mouth for the very first time. As she did, he groaned loudly. "Fuck," he groaned. "Oh, that feels so good."

Mandy used her soft, full lips and tongue to press hard on him as she slid up and down over and over again. "It's so beautiful, Ethan," she said during a quick moment of release. "I want you inside me so bad," she told him as she lowered her warm mouth over the head of his shaft again.

Ethan stood her up and laid her on his large bed and pulled off her skirt and panties. He lay between her legs and without hesitation began gently flicking his tongue on her clit.

Mandy hissed with pleasure. "Oh, God!" she moaned. Ethan ran a finger up and down her wet slit then gently slid it inside her. "Yes!" she cried. "More, please!" she begged.

Another finger slid in beside it as he continued to play with her clit using his tongue. Mandy was breathing hard, gasping and moaning as he increased the rhythm with his fingers and the pressure with his tongue. "Oh, shit!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Please fuck me!"

Ethan refused. He kept circling her clit and inserted a third finger. "Oh, God! Oh, shit!" she exclaimed. "Oh, fuck! I'm gonna cum!" Her body tensed, shuddered, and spasmed. Ethan never let up. Unlike men who can't take much more after they cum, women could keep right on going. He knew it and used it to both their advantage. Moments later, she was on the verge again. He pulled himself up and held himself over her. She reached down desperately wanting his cock. She found it and pushed it against her labia. "Fuck me!" she pleaded with him. "Please, please fuck me!"

Ethan pushed and effortlessly entered her. "Yes. Oh, God yes!" she moaned. "Oh, fuck! Oh, God. That feels so good, honey!" she said. When she realized she could call the man she'd loved for so long 'honey' and that he wanted to hear her say it, that thought alone sent shock waves through her body as she came harder than the first time.

As she did, Ethan pumped weeks worth of hot, built-up cum inside her pussy groaning loudly as he did. He stayed inside her as they lay there kissing and smiling and saying how much they loved each other. When he was completely soft again, he rolled over and said, "That was beyond amazing."

Mandy rolled over and kissed him and said, "It really was." She kissed him a few more times then said, "Is an after-sex cigarette really as good as they say it is?"

Ethan smiled and told her, "I can't answer that from personal experience, but I took the liberty of putting a pack in the nightstand drawer...just in case."

"Shame on you, Dr. Davis," she teased. "Are you telling me you had nefarious designs where I'm concerned?"

"You could say that," he replied.

She opened the fresh pack and lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. "Mmmm. It really is that good!" she said. She took two more long hits back to back.

Ethan said, "I've never seen you double pump before."

Mandy exhaled and asked, "What does that mean?"

He explained it to her and she double pumped again. "It doesn't matter what it's called, it just feels good doing it." She exhaled, rolled over, and brought her mouth very close to his. "Is this what turns you on, Dr. Davis?" she teased.

She felt him grow hard as he kissed and said, "More than you can know."

She reached down and grabbed his growing cock, took another deep drag then said, "I have a pretty good idea."

Mandy crawled between his legs, took another deep inhale then exhaled as she took his cock into her smoky mouth. "I think this also turns someone on," she said wickedly as she smoked her cigarette and his pole. As she finished the cigarette, Ethan came hard again and Mandy happily took all of it into her mouth swallowing every drop.

"You are unbelievably sexy and beautiful, Mandy," he told her as she crawled back on top of him.

"You're not so bad yourself, Doc," she said as she kissed him again.

*****

Four months later they were married in a very large ceremony in the backyard of her mother's house so that she could see the wedding from her bed. Breanna was the flower girl and so very happy to have a new mommy who loved her so much.

Mandy was smoking just over a pack a day by this point and enjoying every cigarette she smoked. The only question was who enjoyed them more—her or her new husband, Ethan Davis.



Aiming To Please



She knew she wouldn't mind that very much, men always looked, it was normal.

Sharon had seen a few photos like that on the internet, it was difficult to avoid them. That was probably it, he just saw a female body and he got excited.

She knew very well that men often became excited at the sight of nudity, or even near nudity. Sharon knew that because when she was young she had played that game herself, using outfits to try and attract. She had really loved going to the beach, it was a perfect excuse to dress in almost nothing. She had carefully selected bathing suits that showed almost everything. The boys often looked at her and developed amazing bulges in their own suits, a perfect sign of her success.

Those had been wonderful times, she could walk around nearly nude, displaying herself, almost posing for boy's eyes, letting them look at her in lust. 

But now she was married, things like that were just not something a married woman would ever do.

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Ted finished his breakfast, then he was getting ready to head for work. He held her and kissed her like he always did, then he was gone.

She sat and sipped her coffee for quite some time, thinking. She had hoped he would mention the incident, give her an opening to ask why but he had acted perfectly normal. She had caught him hugely erect, masturbating yet he acted like that had not happened?

Sharon wiped back a tear. Was it possible? Did Ted not love her, want her like he had before?

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Her mind flashed back to everything that had gone on between them, and how they had finally became a couple.

Ted was such a wonderful man, she had fallen completely and totally in love with him way back in early high school. Back then she barely had the beginnings of breasts, he had ignored her. She tried, lord did she try, making it a point to sit at his table when she found him in the library, things like that.

But Ted was two classes ahead of her, he would nod and smile but that was it. 

Then her Mom took her shopping one day in the Summer between her freshman and Junior year. None of her tops were fitting right, a couple of times a button on her blouse had popped loose and her bras were all leaving deep red lines.

Her Mom helped her a lot, selecting clothing that was comfortable and pretty yet demonstrated her rapidly filling out body.

"You take after your Dad's grandmother, honey. You sure didn't get those from my side of the family!" Her Mom told her with a grin.

"I don't have any way to hide them, Mom." Sharon had complained. Her rapidly budding breasts were discomforting to her, she was worried about being teased. All of the boys looked at her, even some of the other girls.

"Sweetie, you don't have to hide them, you are blessed, you will see!" She had grinned.

Nearly all of the other kids looked right at her chest when they said anything to her, even the other girls and the teachers, too. They all did, except for Ted. 

Ted did glance at her bust from time to time but he didn't stare like the others did. Sharon was by now much more comfortable with boys looking at her, and she was beginning to even like it.

Then came that one wonderful day at the beach. Sharon had on a suit that was right on the edge of scandalous, so did a few of the other girls but by then she had really filled out. Ted was there, he came over to the blanket she was sitting on, bringing her a cold soda pop.

That day he acted like he had really noticed her! Then he had joined her on the blanket, they sat and talked about everything. At one point he even rubbed some sun tan lotion on her shoulders and her back.

That night in bed, she had a vivid dream that he kept on rubbing with the lotion everywhere. She had woken up sweating, something had happened to her in her sleep, she was all messy and had to get up and change her panties. For a moment she had thought that her period had started but it wasn't that.

Ted talked to her quite a lot after that, and they got into some really deep discussions. She looked forward to weekends, she would walk down to the park. He was normally there waiting for her. They didn't really date. They didn't even do any necking, or even kiss.

When Ted graduated at the end of her sophomore year, she hated that. But he lived nearby, and he sometimes came by her house on weekends and they took long walks, just talking. Sometimes they met at the park.

She had decided that she was in love with him, but he showed no real signs of loving her back, it was almost like they were simply friends.

Then she heard that he was dating that Samantha Williams, she was known as one of the town sluts. That made Sharon almost sick to her stomach, but Ted still came by on weekends frequently so she managed to keep her mouth shut about that.

All she could do was hope that Ted wasn't doing sex with that Samantha. She even thought of maybe doing sex with Ted herself, perhaps he would then stop seeing Samantha. But her Mother had insisted that she save herself until she was married and she had promised. Besides, Ted had never even tried to kiss her, although she kept hoping he would.

She wanted to have Ted be the one to take her to her senior prom, but that was not allowed, in their school it had to be either a junior or senior. Billy Walker asked her, so Sharon accepted. Billy was a nice boy, he always said hello to her in the halls, and he was always smiling. She really didn't mind that he was a little chubby.

That was her very first real dress up date ever with a boy. She did go to the movies with one boy, he insisted on holding hands and after he had tried to kiss her and feel her breasts but she made him stop. Then she dated a couple of the other boys, with the exact same result. She did let a couple of them kiss her, but without fail they would reach for her breasts.

Being with Billy was a fun time and she danced a lot, several of her other classmates came over to ask her to dance also. The gown she had on was far more low cut than she was used to, her Mom had selected it and told her it was just fine when Sharon had complained about so much of her being exposed.

Being at a fancy dance was not like being at the beach. Being nearly naked was perfectly all right at the beach, anywhere else was public and Sharon was far more conservative.

She was aware of her breasts showing out the top the entire night protected barely by the lace fringe of her bra. The bra was not like all the others she had, it was just a shelf and they actually sat on top of it. Had it not been for the lace fringe on the upper edge, anyone looking down at her would have been able to see her nipples. Sharon was totally aware of that.

She was shy at first about it but as the evening wore on, she felt herself becoming flushed with excitement from the unfamiliar attention. Other boys kept asking her to dance with them, she wasn't really used to that. It wasn't until she was dancing with Billy again that she realized, when in his arms and his chest against her left breast, it caused the other side of her gown to gap out even further.

She realized that when she glanced down she could see her right nipple clearly, so she knew that if she could, so could Billy. She knew he could see her, and she let him. The evening became a whirlwind of excitement, she let the other boys that asked her to dance see her nipple also, pretending she had no idea at all that they could.

Her head was spinning from all of that, all the attention. It never registered on her what the mildly bitter background taste in the punch was. It was several weeks later before she found out from one of the other girls that some of the naughtier boys had dumped an entire gallon of Vodka into it when the teachers weren't looking.

That did explain a lot of things.

Later, there was a huge party, everyone went. It was freedom night, they could stay out all night if they wanted to. There were no adults around at all. Plus there were some really strong drinks, Sharon had a couple of those and two were certainly enough for her small body. Her head was already spinning from what she had unknowingly consumed at the dance.

Somehow she found herself in one of the back rooms with Billy Walker. He had gotten a damp towel when she felt herself go all weird feeling and dizzy. That felt good, it was very nice of him. When he leaned in to give her a sweet kiss, she allowed that. She felt him lay her back onto the bed, that felt good also, she wanted to sleep.

Then she realized that her gown was unzipped and he was sucking on one of her breasts, his hand busy underneath rolling her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His pants were undone, he had somehow pulled her hand over onto it. It felt small but very hard.

That was like a shot of cold water! 

She jerked her hand back, belted him one for that and gathered her gown, darting from the room. Some of the others there saw her clutching the upper portion of her gown to her body as she ran out the door, her bare back exposed, the bra straps hanging undone.

They all smirked.

That was terrible, no boy had ever touched her there. She called a taxi and got one, even though it was now nearly three in the morning. She was struggling to get her gown zipped up, that was nearly impossible by herself.

The taxi driver was a woman, thank God. She looked and instantly knew, and she helped Sharon get herself back together.

"Do you need me to call a policeman, honey?" The woman asked.

"No. I am all right, I just want to go home." She said.

Safe at home, she told her mother about it, crying.

"Boys are always going to try, Honey. You just have to control them, and if it isn't the boy you want, then stop them." She said as she hugged her.

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A week later, Ted came by and asked her to go out to dinner with him.

"You mean on a real date?" She asked, getting a laugh from him.

"Yep, a real date!" He answered.

Later that night, she let Ted play with and suck on her bare breasts, since he was the one she wanted. Her Mother had told her that if it was the boy she wanted, then some things were all right. 

She never told him about Billy Walker doing that to her.

That stayed her shameful secret, she was fearful that Ted would think badly of her. 

Things progressed until one evening he unzipped his pants and reached out to pull her hand right over onto it. This time she didn't mind that, if fact, she liked it. Sharon loved Ted, and she was thinking he must love her back. 

That was amazing, it felt so big and hard, yet the skin was soft with a silky feeling. She had never actually seen a penis before, except in pictures. She had only felt Billy Walker's, just for an instant.

From the moment she touched it for the first time, she knew she really liked it.

From then on she did that a lot, learning how he reacted when she moved her hand up and down on it. Most of the time it was big and hard by the time she got her hands on it, then one night it was still soft. She rubbed it and felt it, it began to grow right there in her hands. That was fascinating.

If she went really fast it jerked as he climaxed, if really slow he would groan and moan, licking and nipping at her bare nipples until she felt tiny little spasms herself.

Those were an orgasm, she knew that. She really liked them, she had even been experimenting by herself sometimes. It was odd that Ted could cause them far easier than she could by herself.

But he kept trying to put his fingers in her panties, she always made him stop although she would let him rub her from outside of them. But only until she started to feel like she wanted him to put it inside her, then she would make him stop.

One day she was playing with it as she lay in the back seat with him, he sat up and scooted over. At first she thought something was wrong, then he asked her to put it in her mouth.

She refused, that was disgusting. He gave up and they petted some more. She thought about that, then wanting to make him happy the next time they were parked she leaned over and put her mouth on it. It only took her a few seconds to realize that she loved that sensation too, it was like he was totally helpless. She put her hand underneath, holding his hairy testicles, she could feel them snug up tightly, then he ejaculated.

She just kept sucking, she had read in a book that men liked that. Ted was so happy after, it made her feel all warm inside. Then when he got hard again just a few minutes later, she actually let him slide the crotch of her panties aside and rub her, but just for a moment.

Then he had leaned down to put his mouth on her, but she had to stop him because those feelings of wanting him to put it in there started up again.

If he did that very much she knew she would not be able to stop him, so at a certain point she would push him back.

Finally she solved that problem, knowing that she felt frustrated at having to make him stop. They were parked down by the lake, when Ted slid his hand up her leg and found no panties at all.

"Wow!" He said, eagerly touching her.

"Do you love me?" Sharon asked him.

"Yes, I do!" Ted answered.

"OK. You can put your finger in me if you want to then."

Ted did exactly that, the sensation was something she had never felt before. It felt nothing at all like when she put her own fingers up in there. The first few times he just slid his finger back and forth, then he did something else in there and she nearly passed out. Ted leaned down to lick her, he managed just a few seconds and she had to make him stop.

She figured he probably learned to do that thing with his fingers from that Samantha girl, but she also knew Ted wasn't seeing her any more so she wasn't too upset.

Ted was her man now, she was completely happy.

+++

Sharon was barely 20 when they married, and when she came into the bedroom dressed in a filmy nightgown, she was completely ready. Her mother had explained what was going to happen and how to try and not let it show that it was hurting her.

Of course her Mom didn't know that Ted's fingers had explored her dozens of times by then. She probably did suspect, though.

It didn't hurt one bit, in fact it felt wonderful. She had those same sensations like when he rubbed her, just stronger. She could even feel his foreskin sliding back and forth inside her, and it was so big that she felt completely stuffed. That was something she had wondered about when she held it in her hands, and often sucked on it for him.

Her Mother had laughed hysterically when Sharon asked her how it was supposed to even fit. Then she saw the look on her daughter's face and realized she was serious.

"Trust me honey, it will fit." She hugged her daughter tightly.

+++

It had fit, too. In fact, it was actually rather easy.

Then when Ted acted like he wanted to lick her, she opened her legs real wide and let him. He even slid his finger right up her behind, he had tried that before but she stopped him. This time she had her leg up really high and let him, thinking it would be awful but she wanted to make him happy.

It wasn't awful at all, and it was all right now, they were married.

There was no doubt that they loved each other, by morning she was so happy that she nearly could not stop giggling. When they finally did sleep, it was nearly 9 that evening before they woke up. Feeling for him, she found he was hard, she delighted in that. 

Yes, this was all right, there were married now and anything was allowed.

+++

That morning Ted had been sitting at the computer, masturbating. That had caught her completely by surprise. His actually doing that to himself had never even crossed her mind, even though sometimes she would touch herself.

Sharon was really upset. She thought about it, he only wanted to make love to her a few times a month now, sometimes even less. At first it was several times every day, in fact, nearly always at every possible opportunity. That had settled down to every couple of days, and it was fine with her.

But now sometimes she hoped he might want to but instead he just rolled over and went to sleep. Now she knew why, he was doing it to himself instead. It worried her, perhaps he didn't find her exciting any more?

If that was the case, she knew she had to do something.

Sharon got up and went in and turned the computer on, not really expecting to find anything. All she ever did was use it to stay in touch with her Mom and a few friends via emails.

Now she was looking for something, she just was not sure what.

Ted had not cleared the history in his haste to shut the machine down after being caught like that. There it was, she clicked on the site and it was all stories. There were a few pictures, also. Many of those were of women with impossibly large breasts, and some of men with huge penises that Sharon knew darn good and well were fake.

She began to read some of the stories, they were awful! People didn't do those things, they simply couldn't. Then she spotted the favorites section, one click and the screen went to a list.

Ted was still logged in!

She did a quick check, saw the two new ones, so she brought up and read the first one.

God, was that his fantasy? Was he thinking about her getting a massage, from a man? A stranger? It couldn't be that, so she read some of the others.

Every favorite on her husband's list was similar, nearly all of them were about a wife getting an erotic massage, then often engaging in sex. There were also some of the wife allowing other men to see her, so that her husband would get excited and make love to her.

But most of them were about getting massages.

Sharon had heard of things like that. Men would go to prostitutes pretending to be therapists and they would get themselves masturbated. She even wondered if maybe Ted sometimes let one of them...do THAT to him?

She had always been sure he didn't before, now she began to wonder. But as she read the newest story, it wasn't about him getting touched, it was instead about the wife being the one getting touched.

She clicked on the second new story, the wife was getting a repeat massage from the same male therapist, the descriptions went into complete detail. It was all about touching, the male character didn't have actual intercourse with the woman at first, but he did slide his fingers all over her, and even...inside?

Then there was a long detailed description of the man taking her on the table, of her actually allowing that. After the masseur left she and her husband had amazing wonderful love, the woman telling in complete detail everything the masseur had done to her.

The husband was happy, excited beyond belief. The story even told how much he loved his wife, how her doing that created huge passion in him.

Sharon did not understand that, how could any man be excited at the idea of his wife cheating on him? If he wanted sex, he could just do it to his wife himself?

But Sharon found herself excited by the story. Near the end she realized she had her own hand inside her blouse, lightly rolling her nipple.

She couldn't believe her reaction, she suddenly was ashamed of herself.

She quickly shut off the machine, then went and did her housework. But that was all she could think of, was that Ted's fantasy? Did he want her to allow that, allow herself to be exposed, touched like that by someone? Let another man actually have sex with her?

There was no way in the world she could ever let anyone but her husband have sex with her. But she knew she could let other men see her, if that was what Ted would like.

She knew she had to do something, Ted was losing interest in her.

Sharon looked in her closet. All she had was pants and blouses, a few simple house dresses. There was a couple of evening gowns, she doubted that she could get those on now. In the bathroom, she stepped on the scales. It read 112 pounds, she had weighed just 93 the day they got married.




Aiming To Please



Maybe that was it? She had gotten fat, slovenly. Her man didn't like her looking fat and dowdy, that had to be it.

+++

A few days later she felt Ted slide out of bed at his usual early time. She lay there quietly, hearing him getting his coffee, the tone of the computer coming on. She waited a few minutes, then slipped down the hall.

By stepping over to the side of the hallway she could see his back and part of the screen. Once again he was reading, she watched as he scrolled the screen. Then he was rubbing himself through his clothes. She saw him stop and tip his head, listening. She waited, holding her breath. Hearing nothing, she saw Ted undo his pants, and free himself.

God, he looked so enormous! He normally became erect quite easily, but she could see that he was extremely excited by what ever the story was about. He didn't use any lubricant, instead he slid his foreskin back and began to stroke himself. She watched as the speed of his hand increased, then his body arched. He reached for some tissue at the same time, captured his seed. Looking down, he held his foreskin back and dabbed at himself with the tissue. Then he carefully wadded it up, took another tissue and wrapped it again. He reached down and pushed it into the wastebasket, pressing it down deep. He tugged some papers over that, then zipped up his pants.

Sharon retreated to their bedroom, lying there deep in thought. All she wanted was for Ted to be happy, she loved him more than anything in the world.

She had been really keeping track lately, when she and Ted first got married, they made love every single night for weeks. Then things had settled down, it became 2 to 3 times, then finally just once. Some weeks they didn't make love at all, so she looked forward to their couple of times each month evenings at the gym, knowing he usually was in the mood after.

She had thought that it was normal, a decade of marriage should take the edge off of the excitement. But now she was also sure she had let her body go and she didn't excite him any more.

Sharon now knew Ted was getting up early, masturbating to his fantasies at least twice a week, so she had to do something. If she didn't, then she knew she could lose him, and Ted was her life.

+++

Her own Father had left years before, although he did come to visit about four times every year. That had always bothered her. She had no idea at all as to why he had left her Mother. Her Mom never really spoke about any of that at all, just saying they hadn't been getting along.

So marriages can fail if someone is unhappy, unsatisfied. This was something Sharon was completely sure of. She did not want her marriage to fail, she loved Ted totally and completely.

+++

There was just one thing to do. After Ted left for work, she got dressed and drove over to her Mom's house. It was almost a two hour drive.

"Hi, Honey! What are you doing here, this is a nice surprise." Her Mom gave her a big hug.

Then realizing something was up, she reached out and took Sharon's arm, led her inside. She made some tea, they sat down to talk.

"So what is going on, honey?"

"I want to know something. Why did Dad leave us?" Sharon asked straight out.

Her Mom suddenly looked uncomfortable.

"Why are you asking that, Honey?"

"I want to know. Ted and I...he acts like he is losing interest in me, I am worried. He doesn't make love to me any more, not like he used to."

"Oh. Things like that fade in time, Honey. It's just the way life is."

"Do you think it is because I have gotten fat?"

"Honey, you aren't fat at all, you just matured, filled out a little bit." Her Mom laughed.

"Well, I don't want him to lose interest in me, he might leave like Dad did." Sharon wailed, tears forming in her eyes.

Her Mother sighed. This beautiful daughter of hers sometimes seemed to take after her father a bit. He had been naive about a lot of things also.

"Your Dad wanted sex all the time, it wasn't just every day, it was 2 times a day and sometimes more. It got to be a chore and we fought about it, finally he..I wouldn't, it was too much. So he had some affairs, he wasn't even careful about it. I could have probably stood for that since he was so oversexed, but other people knew." She stopped and sighed. 

"We fought about that, then he...just left."

"I was afraid it was something like that. Ted doesn't want sex all the time, he does it...himself."

"You mean he masturbates?"

"Yes."

"Oh, is that all? Everyone does. Why don't you just masturbate him instead?" She actually laughed.

"I don't think it's quite that, he has..fantasies?" Sharon told her about the stories.

"Do you think he is doing things when he has his massages?" Her Mom asked.

"No. They all seem to be..about the wife doing things."

"Oh. Your Dad was....Men are nuts, they are all assholes."

"Well, what do I do? I love Ted, I want to make him happy." Sharon said.

"Maybe dress naughty, get him excited? Maybe that would work, honey? Your Dad wanted me to do things like that when we first got married."

"Like what?"

"Silly things like short dresses and..no panties, let my nipples peek out so other men could.....things like that."

"Did you?"

"Yes, a few times." Her Mom actually blushed slightly at admitting that.

"Did it work, make him happy?"

"It sure did, but then he just wanted sex even more."

Sharon thought about that. Maybe that would do it. She would be happy to do sex with her husband any time he wanted to.

Maybe something like that would work.

On the way home, she stopped and did some clothes shopping.

+++

Ted and Sharon nearly always went to the local gym on Wednesday evenings twice each month, they both worked out until they built up a solid sweat, then took a shower. About once each month they both got massages, the gym had two people on staff, one woman and one man, both of them doubled as trainers. Ted always had Matt work on him, Sharon always used Donna. Those were for sore legs and arms, sometimes Donna would do her shoulders. Not massages really, hey didn't even get undressed for them, usually they sat in a chair or leaned back in the lounger. There were two back rooms that they also did more massage work in, Sharon had seen a few clients go in there.

+++

Ted was sitting in the living room in his sweat suit reading his newspaper. Sharon slid on the pair of tiny white shorts and the thin yellow tank top she had purchased a few days before. She pointedly did not put on anything else but her shoes. 

Checking herself out in the mirror, she could see her nipples showed plainly through the thin cloth, the sides of her breasts were visible through the overly large arm holes. The shorts were snug, they slowed where her pussy was. A Camel toe, she heard that called.

She grinned and bounced on her tiptoes, that caused her breasts to really move around. Sharon giggled, she hadn't done anything like this since her days on the beach back in high school.

She had also been furiously working on her stomach, dancing to music on the TV and exercising while Ted was at work. She thought she could actually see some success. In fact, she was sure of it, the scales now read just 105 pounds.

Ted looked up and blinked when she walked out.

"Wow! I thought we were going to the gym?" He asked.

"We are, why?" She asked with an innocent expression.

"Dressed like that?"

"Sure. I just forgot to wash my sweats. What's wrong with this?" She gave him a sly smile, pleased to see his eyes drop right down to her chest.

"I can see right through it, where is your bra? And don't you even have panties on? I can almost see your snatch."

"I didn't feel like wearing one, they tug when I work out and the panties show lines. Don't you like this outfit?" She asked with a sly smile.

From the look on his face she knew she had his attention.

"I love it, but....?"

"But what?"

"I just never saw you wear anything like that before, not in public." He stammered.

"Do you want me to go change? I can put on my sweats, they aren't that dirty." She asked innocently.

"No. That's fine, as long as you are comfortable, I guess."

Sharon noticed he was still looking directly at her titties, normally he didn't stare like that. She felt a flush of excitement, and barely managed to make it to the car. 

If Ted had taken her in his arms they would not have made it to the club at all.

At the gym, she got a lot of looks but nobody said anything. That in itself was a struggle, at first she would turn her back when someone stared a bit too long, but once she started to warm up she began to relax. Ted wasn't taking his eyes off of her, she found herself delighting in that.

When Matt, the big overly muscled trainer came over to spot her on the weight bench, she cast a sidelong glance at Ted. He was up on one of the stationary bikes, peddling furiously but still looking her way.

Matt took his position, staring down at her breasts. Sharon grinned inwardly and reached up for the bar. She did several lighter preps before going for her usual 150 pounds. She missed the lift and Matt caught the bar easily. Then she tried again and made it.

"Good one!" Matt told her, still looking at her bust. Sharon grinned to herself, went over to the treadmill. Once up onto it, she set a steady pace, feeling her breasts bounce with each step.

After a solid 15 minutes, she slowed the machine to a stop and grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat off her face. Several of the men and even the women were still staring at her. She glanced up in a nearby mirror and realized why. The sweat had caused the thin yellow material to become almost transparent, her big breasts and dark nipples were clearly obvious.

Looking over at Ted, she could see he was still watching her closely. She grinned to herself, then headed for the showers, taking her carry case with a change of clothes with her.

All she had in there was a halter top and another pair of shorts. Donna, the other trainer intercepted her on the way to the showers.

"Want a rubdown after you freshen up, Sharon?" She asked.

"Sure, I would love one!" She started to head on in for her shower, then got an idea.

"Say, is Matt available? That might be nice for a change of pace, maybe you can give Ted his? And how about doing a full body session for a change?" She smiled.

"I...uhh..sure, I guess." Donna looked surprised at that. Then one eyebrow went up.

Sharon felt herself blush, wondering what Donna might be thinking. In the shower, she started to think this was a bad idea, then again changed her mind.

After all, it was just a massage, nobody ever did anything at the gym. Ted would get a kick out of it, she was looking forward to a wonderful session of lovemaking at home.

Sharon came out wearing the big robe the gym supplied, Donna was just going into her massage room.

"Ted is in the showers, Matt said he would be glad to work on you. Go on in and get ready, he will be in as soon as he finishes his last class, OK?"

"OK." Sharon waited for a few minutes thinking Ted would come out. The shower was still running when Matt came down the hallway, he gave her a smile so she went on into the room to get ready. She thought at first that she should get the panties out of her bag and put them on, then she decided not to.

She was thinking it would be great fun to tease Ted when they got home, tell him all about the big male hands on her body, she was already hot in anticipation. Of course she was not going to do anything at all, but she was thinking that teasing Ted with a little bit of his fantasy like was in the stories he liked should get him going.

She was smiling to herself when Matt knocked on the door so she hurried and slipped under the drape.

He walked in when she called out, reached for his bottle of oil.

"Does anything hurt today, Sharon?" He asked, placing his hand on the back of her left leg.

"No, I feel fine, I just want to relax." 

"I feel like enjoying myself." She added. Instantly she wondered why she said that, and hoped he wouldn't get the wrong impression.

There was no reaction at all, Matt just began to work out her legs. He got halfway up her thigh but went no further, then he switched to her back. That part always felt good to Sharon and she liked the feel of Matt's stronger hands.

"So Donna is working on Ted today? He usually asks for me."

"I switched with him, I was in the mood for some male hands on me." She answered.

God. She did it again, that just slipped out.

"Donna's style is really different from mine, she has worked on me a few times. Most of the guys in the gym really like her, so I don't get to work nearly as much as she does."

"Ted sees mostly female therapists, it's only here at the gym that he has you work on him."

"Well, I am sure he will like Donna. Anyway, how was your workout today? I saw you stayed really busy. I never saw you not wearing your sweat suit before." He said, his hands had drifted down to her waist, doing nice overlapping pulls.

"Oh, I just forgot to wash it." Sharon answered.

"Oh. I thought....." His voice trailed off.

"Thought what?" She asked.

"I thought you were dressed to...you really looked hot today." He almost seemed hesitant.

"I didn't even think of my top getting that way, so see through, I didn't mean anything by it."

"No problem, the guys all loved it, it's good for business. I was surprised that you asked for a full body session." He laughed at that.

"I was just in the mood is all. I never got a massage from a man before, everyone says it is different." She said, thinking of the story she had read that Ted had bookmarked.

Then Matt slipped the drape aside, baring her behind. He started to rub her right butt cheek, Sharon felt herself tense slightly, Shandra never did that, she always worked through the cloth.

"Is this all right? I guess I should have asked." Matt said, sensing her tense up slightly.

"Oh, that's fine, I am not bashful." Then she went quiet. God. She had done it again. Suddenly cautious of what she was saying, she said nothing at all when Matt bared her other cheek, leaving just a strip of the drape between her legs. It was beginning to feel sensual, Matt's hands changed from going deeper to making longer strokes with his fingertips. She felt his hands drifting from the top of her legs up over her fanny, that caused her to dampen, she could feel that. She managed to not jump when his fingers slid across the very bottom of her butt cheeks, the tips inches from her vagina. She could even feel the drape tucked in between her legs brush her bare lips as his fingers worked there, so close.

Sharon was wishing she had left her panties on, Mat's fingers were getting very close to her most intimate spot. She felt them brush the edge of the drape barely covering her, and wondered if he could see her.

Mercifully, he stopped and pulled the drape back over her. Then he held the sheet up so she could turn over. Tucking the sheet around her as she settled back, he stepped up and worked out her face muscles. That felt marvelous. His hands drifted downwards, across her shoulders and just the upper edge of her swelling breasts.

Still she said nothing.

"Do you want me to do your front? If you are bashful about it I can..." He asked.

"I..OK, it's all right." She answered, thinking he meant her stomach. Shandra often did nice clockwise circles on her tummy, that felt marvelous.

Matt pulled the sheet down to her waist in one motion! She stiffened, that was a surprise. Her bare breasts were completely exposed to a man not her husband Ted for only the 3rd time in her entire life.

She looked at him through slitted eyes, he appeared relaxed and perfectly normal. Then his oily hands began circles around first one breast, then the other. This was almost exactly what had been described in that story that Ted had marked as one of his favorites.

Sharon really hadn't planned on things going this far, she had figured on teasing Ted a little bit by talking about the massage is all. Matt's fingertips found one of her nipples, she felt a flash of pleasure and bit her lip. Then his hands slid upwards from her waist across her breasts. 

Sharon felt herself tense slightly at that.

"Is everything still OK?" He asked.

"Yes, I...that's enough." She managed.

Matt quickly pulled up the drape, rested his hand on her tummy through the cloth. Sharon felt herself relax again.

"I will finish up with your legs now, OK?" He asked.

"All right." Sharon closed her eyes as he lifted her head and tucked a small pillow underneath.

Matt began to stroke her right leg, it felt good, especially when he rubbed out the front of her thighs. She felt his left hand drop down to her hip, her mind drifted to the touch as he worked his fingers there. He reached under the back of her knee and folded it upwards, then sat on the edge of the table. His big hands lifted the heavy muscles of her thigh upwards as he stroked them.

That felt really wonderful, the drape was tucked between her legs insecurely, she could feel that.

Then she was thinking about the story, how the fingers had slid up alongside the woman's vagina, teasing, close. So very close. He wasn't doing anything like that, it felt so good she felt herself begin to drift off into sleep.

Suddenly she woke back up, Matt's fingers had brushed her vagina! She realized the sheet was slipped aside, his fingers were right on her!

"Matt! I am not comfortable with that!" She said, sitting up. She barely managed to grasp the upper portion of the sheet to keep it from slipping down.

"I'm sorry. I guess I misunderstood?" He quickly covered her with the drape, stepped back.

"No, it's... I am sorry too, I didn't want...I just wanted the massage." She suddenly could not look at him.

"OK, then. There you go. Take your time and relax." He left the room, suddenly acting nervous. Sharon lay there thinking. What had she just done? That was Matt, for God's sake, just a man who worked at the gym. She had no intention at all of letting him touch her like that, she just wanted to tease in the gym and maybe give her husband a fantasy.

No other man had ever...God! Even her Doctor was a woman. Matt had seen her, completely naked. The drape was clear off of her, he had almost put his fingers inside!

She had actually thought that she could do something like that, but now she felt confused. Thinking of it was one thing, but this had been real!

She sighed, and sat up. Getting dressed, she decided to go sit in the lounge area and wait for Ted to get done with his session with Donna.

She walked down the hallway and into the lounge. Ted sat there, he looked up at her.

"Oh. You are done already?" She asked, surprised to find him sitting there.

"I didn't get worked on, I was just waiting to find out what in the hell you are doing." He said flatly. She realized he looked to be upset.

"I was..I just got a rubdown, is all." She was suddenly hesitant.

"You were in there with Matt? Naked? What in the hell is up with you all of a sudden? First you dress like..that, then decide to get your ass rubbed by Matt? What in the fuck is going on?"

"Nothing. I just...it was just a change of pace. We didn't do anything, honey."

"I will just fucking bet!" He growled. That shocked her, she had never heard Ted swear before.

"What's the matter, Ted? I have never seen you like this?"

"I don't want some guy putting his hands on my wife!"

"He didn't..it was just a massage." She lied. 

"Besides, you see women." Sharon felt herself trying to divert things.

"That's different." He said.

"What the hell is different about it?" Sharon felt a flash of anger, raising her voice.

"Don't you yell at me, god damn it!" He yelled.

Sharon just looked at him. Tears formed in her eyes, she turned and walked out.




Aiming To Please



This was not going the way she had intended at all. Nothing was going the way she intended. She went out and got into the car, sat there waiting. Ted came out and got behind the wheel, not saying a word. They drove home in silence.

Once inside, she went in and took a shower. Determined, she put on some traces of makeup, got out her sexiest nightie. She sat down on the edge of the bed and waited. Ted went into the bathroom, she heard the shower start up. Like always at home, it didn't take him long, in just a few minutes he shut it off.

He came into the bedroom, looked at her strangely.

"What's gotten into you, Sharon?" He asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Dressing like that, practically naked in front of everyone. Then letting Matt work on you, Donna told me you insisted on a full body massage? What's going on?"

"Nothing was going on." Sharon protested.

"Were you naked? Did he see you?" Ted demanded.

"Just my..he massaged my front." She looked down.

"You let Matt rub your TITS?" Ted raised his voice again.

"It was just a massage, I didn't think..."

"I suppose you let him rub your pussy, too?"

"No! I..he started to but...I was..I made him stop."

"What the fuck? I can't believe this shit!" Ted growled.

"I just wanted to excite you, I wanted you to want to make love to ME, not your God damned computer!" Sharon broke down into tears.

"Oh, is that it?"

"Yes, that is it, I saw all those stories you like, I thought you wanted me to be like that!" She wailed.

"Sharon, I want you to be just the way you always are." He told her.

"But you don't make love to me, then you go out in the mornings and..." She sniffed.

"Honey, you always sleep in in the mornings, I don't want to wake you."

"If that is it, then why are you reading all those stories? Doing...THAT? What's wrong with me, why don't you want me? Is it because I am fat?" She began to sob.

"Honey. Damn it, don't cry. You aren't fat at all, that is silly. And those are just stories, they don't mean anything. Sure, I like them, but..."

"But what?"

"I don't know. I will stop, if that's what you want."

"All I want is for you to love me." She said, dabbing at her eyes.

"I do love you, you know that." He sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I won't ever do that again, I'm sorry, honey." She leaned over and put her head on his shoulder.

They sat just holding each other for several minutes.

"I do like you looking good, honey. But there is a difference between looking naughty and looking slutty. Then you went in there with Matt..." Ted told her.

"I know. I went too far, I just wanted to get you excited is all. I'm really sorry."

Ted hesitated.

"Don't be, I liked you looking like that."

"You did? But..? You got mad...?" She looked up at him.

"You were in there with that Matt guy, I couldn't see what was going on, that upset me."

"Oh. OH! That is what the difference is? You want to be there, see if anything happens?"

"No. I don't want him touching you at all! If it's..if I can't see you, protect you, it's like..?"

"Like what?"

"I don't know. I like you looking sexy, it makes me feel proud to be the one with you." He managed.

"So that's it? I have been a dowdy housewife letting myself go. I got fat and lazy, didn't I?"

"You aren't fat at all. God, you women! Why didn't you just sit down and talk to me?" Ted reached out and rubbed her belly, in a few seconds his hand was inside her night gown.

Sharon rolled over and found his swiftly growing erection, she leaned down and sucked him into her mouth.

"God, you haven't done that for ages!" He muttered, his eyes closed.

She leaned back for a moment.

"I will suck you off every morning and every night for the rest of our lives if you forgive me!" She laughed.

"Maybe you better save some for other things." He laughed right back.

It was a long time before they finally slept. Ted woke up the next morning to Sharon keeping her word, she was settled between his legs sucking away.

"How am I going to enjoy my stories if you keep this up?" He asked her with a grin.

"We will just create our own, they will be lots better anyway!" She told him.

"Besides, next time you want to read some stories, come and get me and I will read them with you, OK?"

"OK. That sounds like fun!" Ted grinned.

"When we get to the hot part, just let me take care of things." She had one hand on his cock, teasing it back to life.

Ted didn't answer, he was leaned back enjoying her efforts.

+++

A few weeks later they were getting ready to go to the gym. Like always, Ted was waiting, reading his paper as Sharon fiddled around getting ready.

"Do I look all right?" He heard her ask.

"Wow!" He said, taking in the halter top and tiny shorts she was wearing.

"Well, since there haven't been any really good stories for the last few days, I thought we would create one of our own." She grinned at him.

They didn't make it to the gym that night.