“Laura, where are you?” I heard my husband of twenty years call from the hallway. He had just returned home from work and from the sound of his voice, seemed to be excited about something. Curious I, walked out of our room and greeted him in the hall.
“What happened?” I asked, unsure if I should smile or not. Many times, when Lenny came home with some “great news,” it was bad for me. The last great news he had involved us going on a trip to Kansas with his family, to see the world’s largest ball of yarn. And while its size was impressive, it wasn’t really something that I found myself getting overly excited about. Not to mention, the 28-hour drive from Maine to Kansas with his family, who were too cheap to fly because driving across the country would save money and bring the family closer—as if, I wanted to be any closer to his family.
“Laura, did you hear me?” He asked, bringing me back to the conversation.
“I’m sorry, honey, what did you say?” I asked, with a loving smile.
He smiled back, “I said, I got the promotion.”
Suddenly a huge smile spread across my face as I leaped into my husband’s arms. Lenny had been working at Top-Mart, which was one of the largest stores in the entire world with branches in every state and around the world. Lenny worked as a manager in the corporate office and for the past year, had been trying to land this promotion. “Congratulations honey,” I said, kissing him.
He kissed me back then picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. It was the only place he would have sex. On our anniversary the year before I had dressed up in a maid’s costume and sat on the table. I wanted him to make love to me on it, but he had said, “we eat on the table why would we have sex on it.” I responded by saying that, “I could be his meal if he started between my legs,” hoping he would agree; sadly, all he said was, “sweetie you know my stance on that.” Of course, I knew. How could I not know? I was sure the whole world knew that my safe husband never ventured between the legs with his tongue and he didn’t want me doing it to him either. Sadly, the only sex we had was missionary with an occasional switching of positions and that night wasn’t any different.
I laid underneath my husband moaning as he moved back and forward between my legs, pushing his manhood inside of me. My own legs were wrapped firmly around his waist pulling him deeper inside as my hands ran wild down his firm back. My eyes were closed mostly due to my poor eye sight, but I could still hear him moaning on top of me--still feel the warm sweat from his brow trickle down on mine as his mouth toyed with my breast.
Despite how outdated I believed his idea of sex only being in the bedroom was, I loved being with him. The way he played with my breast like they were his own personal chew toy and the feel of his hands roaming down the sides of my body, was enough to set my insides on fire and get my pussy wet. I just wished he’d be more adventurous with that mouth of his.
“Yes,” I moaned, as he began to pick up speed on top of me thrusting like a madman between my legs. His breathing sounded heavy like he had put in a lot of work, but I wasn’t nearly as close as he was.
I could feel him slowing down as he utter the words, “I’m almost there,” in my ear.
Instantly my eyes popped open and I could make out the burry vision that was my husband. One thing that I had learned from my many years of being married to him, was how to distract him from cumming to soon. So, I lifted my hand and pulled his face into mine engulfing him with a kiss hoping that would work to rejuvenate him and for a while it seemed to do the trick. My body felt as if it were almost at that threshold of an orgasm. Then his kisses got a lot rougher as his hands explored my body.
My climax was there, I could feel it just a few more minutes and I would be there. Then it happened that amazing feeling of release pushing me over the edge and sending my body into cloud nine. He had cum moments later then rolled off me and laid on his back. We laid there in pure bliss for a few moments smiling like idiots until he spoke.
“That was amazing,” He said, drained and breathless.
“Yes, it was,” I agreed happily laying my head on my husband’s chest and draping my arm around him. Though I was growing tired of missionary, I still enjoyed our time together.
He kissed my shoulder then said, “I have one more thing to tell you,” as if suddenly remembering he had news.
“What is it?” I asked, looking at him hoping it wasn’t another trip to Kansas with his sister and mother. No matter how hard I tried, I could not find anything in common with them. Their idea of a fun Friday night involved needlepointing and gossiping about Mr. Martin down the street. As where I preferred loud music, concerts and exploring.
“The jobs in Saint Louis.”
“What?” I asked, feeling as if I had just been slapped in the face because this was just like him. He never asked me what I wanted to do just decided on his own, as if I was his servant and not his wife. But at the same time, I felt relieved. Moving meant I didn’t have to deal with his parents, especially his mother who had to control every aspect of my life. They even vetted my friends. I wanted to hang out with a few people who were in there 20′s but was told they were too young and would be a bad influence on me. I wanted to say, As if. I’m a grown ass woman, I will do what I want.; however, they were there for me when I needed them the most and they were my husband’s family, so I had to listen.
“I’m sorry I didn’t know until I got the promotion. And Saint Louis is not bad. The area that we’re moving in is nice,” he said, raising to grab something from his nightstand, as I reached over and grabbed my glasses off mine, so I could see what he was reaching for.
After I put on my glasses, I saw a blue folder in his hands and a second later he opened it. Inside was a picture of a beautiful one and half story house, as he said, “It has more space, the mortgage isn’t that bad, and it has a two-car garage.”
“It’s beautiful, but honey if you just found out about the place, how do we have a house already,” I asked crossing my arms across my breast and glaring at him knowingly.
I expected his eyes to shift as if he were trying to find a lie to please me like he always had; however, he only smiled puffed out his chest as if he were just knighted and said, “The house comes with the promotion. All we have to do is move there and pay the bills.”
“Really,” I asked, dumbfounded and blinking profusely.
“Yes really,” he said, taking my hand then continued, “and this job has better benefits, more pay, I’ll get to see you more,” he said, with a smile.
“And maybe have children,” I asked, hopeful. In the twenty years that we had been married, we had been trying to get pregnant but couldn’t. The closes we came was six years ago; however, in the middle of my second trimester, I miscarried. It was the hardest thing I had to go through and since that day the doctors said that my chances of having any more children, was slim to none.
Lenny took my hand into his then gently patted it, “Honey, I would love for you to have my children. Nothing would please me more than a little you and me running around here, but the truth is we are both in our 40’s I’ll be 50 next year and the doctors said it’s impossible,” He reminded me.
“I know, it’s just that I always wanted children,” I said, glancing down at his hands and remembering that feeling I had when I lost my son. He was my one chance at being a mother. We could still adopt, but it wouldn’t be the same.
“I know,” he said, pulling me into his embrace, “it just wasn’t in the cards for us.”
A tear escaped my eyes as he said those words. I had failed as a wife and a woman, only he was too much of a gentleman to say it. So why not give into his dream, “You’re right, but what about my job?” I asked, as if I really cared. I was a librarian at the local college, and while it was a great opportunity to catch up on some more reading, I wanted to try something else; however, I was in my 40s and it was no time to start over. I would just have to be a librarian for the rest of my life.
“There are plenty of librarian gigs in Saint Louis,” Lenny assured me, pleased that I was on board with the job idea.
“Why not?” I said, with a genuine smile.
“Good because the job starts Monday and I have to be on a flight tomorrow morning to set things up at the house,” he said, nonchalantly.
I got out of bed and reached for my robe feeling as if my world had shattered, “Why didn’t you tell me we had to leave tomorrow? How am I supposed to pack up everything and be ready by tomorrow?” I asked, storming out of the room and into the hall with my robe wrapped firmly around my body. It was bad enough that he made a habit of springing things on me but to force me into packing up my life overnight was going too far.
“You don’t. Baby I’m giving you a month’s advance. That way you can get everything taken care of here,” He said, as he followed me out the room; however, I was too angry to care.
“I can’t believe you’d do this to me,” I said, just as I spotted that ugly vase his mother had given me by the front door. My first thought was to throw it at him, at least it would solve two of my problems; however, his warm hands were on my face before I could reach it. He was about four inches taller than me, average build with a low graying fade and beautiful brown eyes that made me yield to his every will. And to make matters worse, was his captivating smile that made me forgive him, even if I didn’t want to and now was one of those times.
“I’m sorry Laura. I just found all this out today. You know I wouldn’t do anything without talking to you about it. This job is just too important to pass up.”
“I know,” I said, buying into his lie, only because I wanted to get away from his family and he was my ticket out.
“Come on, let’s go back to bed, I have an earlier flight and you have to get ready for work,” Lenny said.
I bowed my head in defeat, then followed Lenny back into the bedroom. That night I couldn’t sleep, I was too wired. Finally, I would be able to escape my husband’s family and be free to live the life I wanted. On the other hand, I was moving all the way across the country, and the only person I’d know would be my husband. Still, the thought of starting over in a new city without his parents, was just too much of a treat to pass up. Who knows, maybe I would get my husband to loosen up and we could go back to acting like teenagers in love. With that thought, I finally closed my eyes and drifted off into dreamland.