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A Word To The Wise

By

Lazlo Zalezak

Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezak, 2003

I walked into the kitchen just in time to see Christi Tackett sit

down at the kitchen table with an air of dejection. Not having

noticed my presence, she turned to my wife and complained, "My

husband isn't interested in me any more."

I looked over Christi and shook my head. I couldn't believe that a

man would loose interest in her. Of course, I knew that there were

many men that would say the same about my wife. Still, I saw my

wife more as a roommate than as a lover. I startled them both by

saying, "He doesn't see you as a sexy woman any more."

Christi turned to me and asked, "What do you mean? I'm still an

attractive woman. The other night I wore some sexy lingerie, but

he didn't even notice."

"I'd agree with you. You are a very attractive woman. If we weren't

married to other people I'd be all over you." I looked at the glare

from my wife. I shrugged my shoulder, "That doesn't change the

fact that after a couple of years of having the same old sex with the

same person, that a man just loses interest in her."

My wife, with a definite chill in her voice, asked, "Explain that one

to me."

I poured myself a cup of coffee and moved over to the table to sit

down. I looked at both women and then stated, "Well, look at this

way. Almost all of the time that he sees you; you aren't looking

sexy. Then, for an hour a week you dress in some frilly outfit and

expect him to start panting. He's still remembering how you looked

when you did the dishes."

Christi asked me, "So what are you suggesting, that I wear lingerie

while I'm washing the dishes?"

I took a sip of coffee and imagined her doing the dishes in a baby

doll nightgown. I smiled, "No, I don't think that is practical. You

can always wear normal clothes, but do it in a sexy way. Maybe

leave off the pants on occasion or leave a few buttons unbuttoned."

Christi laughed, "And he's going to jump me first time he sees me

washing the dishes looking sexy?"

I laughed, "Nope. It's going to take you a week or two for him to

even notice. It's got to be a long slow tease, but it will wake him

up."

My wife growled, "Get out of here and let us get back to our girl

talk."

"Remember, make it a long slow tease and don't give in too early.

Remind him that you are a sexy lady and deserve some

consideration," I stated. I got up thinking that Christi was going to

be a lucky lady if she followed my advice. Of course, that would

make her husband lucky too. I left the room and returned to the

game on television. I promptly forgot all about the conversation.

A couple of days later, I went into the kitchen to get a bowl of ice

cream. My wife was washing the dishes. I only glanced over in her

direction for a minute. I fixed my ice cream and returned to the

living room. My favorite show was on and I didn't want to miss it.

It dawned on me when I sat down that my wife was wearing my

shirt. I didn't think much more about it as the commercials ended

and my show started.

Over the next few days, I noticed that my wife was wearing my

shirt quite often. Then one day she bent over to put a new trash bag

in the can by the sink. My first thought was that she was naked

under the shirt. I took a better look and realized that she was

wearing a thong panty. I wondered when she started wearing those.

Her ass looked nice presented like that.

Over the next few evenings, I found myself trying to catch

glimpses of her panties. Sure enough, each time it was a thong and

each was a different color. I also noticed that the top three buttons

of the shirt were usually unbuttoned. I wondered what was going

on when I realized that I was trying to sneak peeks at her breasts

down the front of the shirt.

The next night, I wandered into the kitchen. She was at the sink

rinsing off the dishes. I stated, "Why don't I help you with those?"

She turned and smiled at me for a moment. She looked good when

she smiled. Then she replied, "Why don't you take out the trash

while I'm washing? That would really help me a lot."

"Sure, no problem," I answered as I removed the trash bag from

the can. I tried to sneak a peak down her shirt, but only saw the

gentle slope of a breast. Disappointed at not seeing the nipple, I

headed out to the trashcans behind the house. When I reached

them, I realized that I had agreed to take out the trash without even

putting up a fight.

That night in bed, I watched her get into the bed with me. I noticed

that she was wearing a long nightgown that was rather lacy. I could

see her nipples through the material. I wondered why I hadn't

noticed that before. I reached over for her as she turned out the

light. I whispered, "Hey, let's have a little fun tonight."

She turned to me and asked, "Don't you have a department meeting

tomorrow morning?"

I sighed, "Yeah. Those are really murder, too."

She patted my arm, "Well, I'll take a rain check. You need to get

your rest so you can be a tiger in the meeting tomorrow."

I nodded, "Yeah, that's a good idea."

She rolled over saying, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, dear," I responded. As I lay there, it dawned on me

that she had turned me down. I was shocked, wives are not supposed to

turn down their husbands. I was really beginning to wonder what

was going on here. I was going to press the issue, but I heard her

soft breathing as she fell asleep.

Friday night finally rolled around. I had decided that I was going to

get laid that night. I stopped on the way home from work and

bought some flowers. When I came in the house, she was dressed

very nicely. I didn't recognize the outfit, but it really looked good

on her. I handed her the flowers, "These are for you."

She smiled as she took them. She smelled the flowers and then

grinned like the cat that got the canary. She answered, "Thank you

very much. Let me put them in a vase. It'll make an excellent

centerpiece for the table. I thought we would have a nice special

meal and then spend a nice relaxing evening together."

"That would be great." I rubbed my hands together picturing us

together in bed tonight with her. I was sure that I was going to get

laid tonight. After all, I had brought flowers and she had prepared a

nice meal. We were thinking alike!

I went into the dining room and my hopes were confirmed. She

had set the table for meat fondue. I was familiar with this dish. She

usually made it for romantic evenings because it took a long time

to eat until you were full while leaving plenty of time for talk.

Dinner was wonderful. We ate the beef fondue and talked about

our vacation plans for later in the summer. She was wearing a nice

lacy top that would fall open when she leaned forward. She caught

me checking out her breasts and laughed, "Naughty, naughty!"

For some reason, I felt like I had been caught doing something

wrong. I mumbled back, "I was just enjoying the view."

She laughed, "Well, I didn't realize this shirt did that when I

bought it. I guess I'll have to take it back because I can't wear it to

work."

I joked, "Why? You might get a great raise this year."

She laughed and returned to eating. I still peaked at her breasts

every time that she leaned forward, but I was discrete about it.

Even as I was checking out her breasts, I was wondering why I was

so juvenile about her body all of a sudden. I did know that I was

very horny and it was her that I desired.

When dinner was finished, I helped carry the dishes into the

kitchen. I helped put the dishes away. There was lots of touching

and petting as we worked. Washing the dishes took longer than

normal, but I don’t think either of us minded. When the dishes

were done, she asked me to carry the trash out. I took the trash out

because I knew that she was going to want it out eventually and I

didn't want to ruin the mood later.

Returning from the trashcan, I looked around for my wife. I went

into the living room in time to see her come down from upstairs in

a nice robe. I knew it wasn't new, but I had never noticed how

much it showed off her body while hiding the good bits. I smiled at

the sexy sight.

She called out, "I brought home some movies for us to watch."

I went over to the pile of films and picked up the top one. I noticed

that it starred Clint Eastwood and decided that it would be good

with lots of action. I slipped the tape into the player and returned to

the couch. She joined me on the couch and laid her head on my

lap. I ran my hands over the front of her body.

As I watched the movie, I kept waiting for some action. There

wasn't any and I could hardly believe my eyes. It was about that

time that I remembered that this was actually a chick flick that

Clint Eastwood had made. I waited patiently for the movie to end.

In the mean time, I continued to explore my wife's body with my

hand.

Finally, the movie ended and I figured we would go upstairs. My

wife turned to me and stated, "I guess you didn't enjoy that movie."

I had quit watching the movie long before it ended. I was busy

looking at my wife. I shrugged my shoulders, "It was okay."

She smiled, "It's still very early. Let's watch another one. I have

one that you might enjoy a lot more."

She handed me a tape and left the room. I didn't pay much

attention to the tape, I just slipped it into the VCR and pressed

play. I was going to let it play through the commercials until she

came back. It was about five minutes later when she returned with

a large bowl of popcorn. She set it down on the couch between us

so that we could share it easily.

The film started and I realized that it was one of those softcore

films. There was lots of nudity and simulated sex. I watched it with

interest and glanced occasionally at my wife. She was seated with

her legs folded under her. I could just barely make out the lacey

panties she was wearing.

There were a couple of scenes when she reached over the popcorn

bowl and patted my arm. She would say, "My, that looks like fun."

Each time she would do that, I'd add that to the list of things I was

going to do with her after the movie was over. I realized that I was

getting impatient for the movie to end. Several times, I suggested

that we stop the film and go upstairs. Each time, she laughed and

said that she wanted to see the rest of it. By the time the film

ended, I had been sporting an erection for almost an hour.

When the film was over, my wife stated, "Let me take a shower

and then it will be your turn."

I countered, "Let's take one together."

She smiled, "Oh, sometimes you are so silly. I'll take a shower

while you are rewinding the movies. Then you take your shower.

I'll see you in bed."

I immediately hit rewind on the VCR. I could hardly wait for the

film to rewind. I looked around the room and noticed our glasses

and the empty bowl of popcorn. I took those out to the kitchen.

When I returned to the living room, the tape had finished

rewinding. I popped it out and put the first tape we had watched in

the VCR. I hit rewind button and waited for the tape to finish

rewinding.

As soon as the VCR stopped, I ejected the tape and threw it in the

rental box. Then I raced upstairs to get in the shower. My wife was

reclining on the bed, waiting for me to shower and join her. I ran

into the bathroom. Normally, it wouldn't take me long at all to

undress, but tonight I was all thumbs. I finally got into the shower

and did a superficial job of washing myself. I did make sure that all

of the important parts were clean. I had to be careful around my

cock, too much rubbing with the soap and I would have come.

I got out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Of course, I dropped it

on the floor with half of it ending up in the shower. It was soaked.

I stepped out of the bathroom to the linen closet and got another

towel. I quickly dried myself. I was ready to go. When I stepped

into the bedroom, my jaw hit the ground. She was already sound

asleep.

I returned to the bathroom and jerked off into the sink thinking

about having sex with my wife. As I came, I realized that I hadn't

jerked off thinking about my wife since before we were married. I

couldn't help wondering what was the matter with me. I cleaned

out the sink, rinsing away my spent cum.

The next morning, I was up early and mowed the lawn. I guess the

frustration had been building because I not only mowed the lawn, I

trimmed the hedges and edged the driveway. I noticed that Zane

next door was working furiously on his yard as well. I realized that

I had spent the whole morning on yard work. I thought about the

other errands that my wife usually assigned me over the weekend

and started on them. I had decided that as soon as I was finished

with the housework, that I would take her upstairs for a little

afternoon fun.

It was in the middle of the afternoon that I had finished the yard

work, washed the car, watered the household plants, and

straightened up the garage. I went into the house and took a

shower. Putting on clean clothes, I wandered downstairs to find my

wife. It was time to make my move. I found her in the backyard

working on a tan with Christi. They were both wearing the

skimpiest bikini that I had ever seen. Their tops were untied so that

their backs would tan without lines. My cock reacted and my mind

focused on the two attractive women in front of me.

When I closed the door behind me, they both reached back and tied

their tops. As I stepped over to them, Christi stated, "That's a great

idea. Why don't we go now?"

"Okay. Let's change. I'll meet you out front in ten minutes?" my

wife replied before I had a chance to say a word.

"Sounds good to me," replied Christi.

Both women stood up. My wife was facing me as she put a wrap

on. I was sorry to see her bikini top disappear from view. She

headed towards the house. I asked, "Where are you going?"

She patted me on the arm, "Christi and I are going shopping. We

are going to stop by a beauty shop for a little while."

I was silent for a moment and then stated, "You don't need to go to

a beauty shop. You're already beautiful."

"Thanks," she giggled. She added, "I'm not going there to get my

hair restyled. I'm getting a bikini wax. What would look better,

bare or a heart pattern?"

I looked down at her bikini bottom and stared at her barely covered

pussy. I swallowed heavily, "Um, bare?"

She patted me on the arm and opened the door. She replied, "Okay,

bare it will be."

I was left out in the yard with an erection wondering what had

gotten into her. I must have stood there for five minutes just staring

into space. I was brought out of my thoughts by Zane, "Did you

hear where they are going?"

"Yeah, she said something about getting a bikini wax." I answered

in a numb state. Here I was, standing there horny as hell with no

idea what to do.

Zane nodded, "That's what I thought Christi said."

I looked at Zane for a moment. He didn't look in any better shape

than I felt. I stated, "I don't understand. My wife is looking real

good to me all of a sudden."

Zane shook his head, "I know what you mean. I have no idea

what's changed. My wife has really started looking like a fox

lately."

I nodded feeling uncomfortable just standing in the yard talking to

Zane while I was sporting a hard-on for my wife. "I'm going in the

house and wait for her there."

Zane looked just as uncomfortable as I felt. He nodded, "I'm going

to do the same."

We both went our separate ways. Once inside the house, I ran up

the stairs to the bathroom. Again, I found myself jerking off in the

bathroom fantasizing about having sex with my own wife. This

was the second time in two days that I had to relieve myself in that

fashion.

I waited for my wife to get home. Several hours passed before she

arrived. She breezed into the house carrying a bag of groceries. I

took the groceries out of her hands and carried them into the

kitchen. She wrapped an arm around mine; her breast pressed

against my arm. I would have done something, but my arms were

full with the groceries. She stated, "Why don't you start a fire in the

barbecue?"

I hemmed as I set down the bag, "Pardon?"

She rubbed a hand against my chest and stated, "Christi and Zane

are coming over for dinner. You're cooking the steaks. I'm making

the baked potatoes and corn on the cob. Christi is making a peach

cobbler. Zane is making the Sangria."

I pulled her hard against my body and kissed her. My erection

pressed against her. When I relaxed my hug, she leaned back and

giggled, "My, someone is excited today. It must have been seeing

Christi sunbathing out there."

I cleared my throat, "No. I'm hot for you babe."

She laughed, "Well, cool off. You've got to start the grill so we can

eat."

I groaned, "We have time for a quickie!"

She laughed and pushed me away, "No we don't. Now get to work.

If you get the fire started before they come over, I'll show you my

bare spot."

I released my hold on her and stepped back. I grumbled, "Okay, I'll

get to it."

I built the fire as quickly as possible in the hope that I would get

into the house before they came over. I had just put the match to

the coals when Christi stopped by the grill. I almost told her to go

home, but I looked at the house and could see my wife waving to

her. I gestured towards the house and watched Christi enter.

Dinner was strained. My wife and Christi were having a great time.

Zane and myself were very tense. Finally, he suggested, "Let's go

home."

Christi, touching him on the arm, replied, "Zane, we don't want to

be rude by just eating and running. Relax, honey."

I piped up, "No, that's okay. If you guys would rather be at home,

we would understand."

Zane looked at me as if I was some sort of hero. My wife, on the

other hand, torpedoed the idea very quickly. She ran her hand

along my thigh as she stated, "You boys still look a little hungry.

Why don't you have some more of Christi's delicious cobbler?"

Zane and I looked at each other for a moment and finally dished up

another helping of cobbler. We sat there quietly watching our

wives talk as if they hadn't seen each other for a month.

Throughout the conversation, they would touch us as they made

some sort of point that even remotely included us. My horniness

was a slow fuse that was about to blow. Finally, I stated, "Wow, I

can't believe how much work I did around the house today."

Zane picked up the hint. He added, "Same here. I can't believe how

tired I am."

I stretched and yawned. I put my arm around my wife, "I really

need to get to bed soon."

Christi and my wife smiled at each other. Christi stated, "Let me

help you with the dishes. You shouldn't have to do all of the work.

Then we'll let the guys get their rest."

Zane and I looked at each other and jumped up to help clear the

table. It only took a few minutes for the table to be cleared. The

wives stayed in the kitchen washing the dishes and talking while

they worked. Zane or I could have finished the dishes in a tenth of

the time that it took them.

It seemed like forever, but Christi and Zane finally left. I was all

over my wife. My hands explored her body while I kissed her

neck. I could tell that she was excited. Her nipples tented her shirt.

My erection pressed into her butt as I held her from behind. I

continued to kiss her neck as I struggled to undo her blouse. My

fingers weren't working too well and a few of the buttons popped

off. I didn't even remove her blouse. My hands flew directly to her

breasts and caressed them. I made little pinching motions on her

nipples making them stand up even more.

I ran my hand down to her skirt. I really wanted to see her bare

spot. I couldn't figure out how to get her skirt off. I gave up and

just pulled the skirt up so that I could get to the body underneath.

To my shock, she wasn't wearing panties. My hands encountered

bare skin where there had been a thick patch of hair.

I picked my wife up and carried her upstairs to the bed. She was

kicking her feet, giggling and screaming, "Oh you cad. You are

planning on taking advantage of me!"

I growled, "Yes, I'm planning on taking advantage of you

repeatedly."

I set her on the bed and proceeded to move between her legs. I

attacked her pussy with my tongue, enjoying easy access provided

by her the lack of hair there. I licked her pussy, forcing the

engorged outer lips apart. My tongue worked it's way along the

length of her opening. I inserted a finger into her hot wet tunnel

and worked it in and out. I added a second finger. I curled my

fingers in a come hither motion, rubbing her G-spot. My tongue

moved up to lick around her clit. Her hips were bucking, forcing

her pussy against my face.

I continued my administrations until she came with a loud scream.

I had forgotten how vocal she was during orgasm. I continued to

rub her G-spot with my hand, but sat up so that I could release

myself from my pants. It was a struggle, but I finally got my

buckle undone, the button of my jeans unbuttoned, and my zipper

lowered. I roughly pulled my pants down and my underwear. I

didn't get my pants off.

I calmed myself enough to enter her slowly, my pants down around

my knees and her skirt pushed up around her waist. Once I

bottomed out, I began to thrust slowly. It didn't take long before I

had increased to a very fast pace. Each time I thrust into my wife,

she let loose with an "oh my!" The volume increased with each

thrust until she reached a scream. I could feel her muscles spasm

around my cock. I lost control then and came. It felt like I ejected a

gallon of come into her.

I slowly rolled off her. I held her closely as we both regained our

breath. As I lay there, I suddenly remembered that day several

weeks ago when I had told Christi how to reawaken her husband's

passion. I stared at my wife for a minute. The little minx had

followed my advice and used it on me.

I finished undressing to begin round two.
Lazlo Zalzac