{"id":150,"date":"2011-07-27T12:30:55","date_gmt":"2011-07-27T16:30:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writtenGESStures.com\/?p=150"},"modified":"2011-07-14T22:47:20","modified_gmt":"2011-07-15T02:47:20","slug":"married-with-children","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.writtenGESStures.com\/?p=150","title":{"rendered":"Married, with Children"},"content":{"rendered":"

We see Carissa on the fifteenth of every month. It\u2019s nice because it\u2019s Bruce\u2019s payday, too. Not that we pay her or anything. It\u2019s just an added treat for that day. It breaks up the monotony of the month. I mean really, except for tax day, and who wants to remember that, there wasn\u2019t really anything special going on the fifteenth of any given month. That is, until nine months ago. That\u2019s when we met Carissa.<\/span><\/p>\n

It was Bruce\u2019s idea at first. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat<\/span> <\/span>do<\/span> <\/span>you<\/span> <\/span>say<\/span> <\/span>we<\/span> <\/span>spice<\/span> <\/span>things<\/span> <\/span>up<\/span> <\/span>a<\/span> <\/span>bit<\/span>?\u201d <\/span>he<\/span> <\/span>said<\/span> <\/span>mischievously<\/span> <\/span>one<\/span> <\/span>afternoon<\/span>. \u201c<\/span>You<\/span> <\/span>know<\/span>, <\/span>in<\/span> <\/span>the<\/span> <\/span>bedroom<\/span>.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

Typical<\/em><\/span> <\/em><\/span>guy<\/em><\/span> <\/em><\/span>stuff<\/em><\/span>, <\/span>I<\/span> <\/span>thought<\/span>.<\/span><\/p>\n

At least he didn\u2019t flat out say he was bored with our sex life. And he did consult me in the matter. A threesome was actually the best<\/em> of his suggestions. We spent weeks talking about who and how and when. We agreed right off that we weren\u2019t interested in, and could not approach, any of our friends or acquaintances. We agreed too that another woman would be best. Bruce made a feeble attempt at fairness by considering another man, but I couldn\u2019t abide the idea of two men, one of whom I hardly knew, and tiny me. I mean, look at me. They might accidentally smother me! I could asphyxiate without them noticing, overzealous as men can be.<\/span><\/p>\n

A few weeks later, we were at a business party at his firm. The lobby had been decorated for the occasion and everyone got to make, like, a grand entrance through the front doors. It was well into the night when Carissa made her appearance on the arm of the youngest partner in the firm.<\/span><\/p>\n

They<\/span> <\/span>stepped<\/span> <\/span>through<\/span> <\/span>the<\/span> <\/span>doors<\/span> <\/span>and<\/span> <\/span>paused<\/span>. <\/span>The<\/span> <\/span>man<\/span> <\/span>stepped<\/span> <\/span>aside<\/span> <\/span>a<\/span> <\/span>bit<\/span> <\/span>as<\/span> <\/span>if<\/span> <\/span>to<\/span> <\/span>say<\/span>, \u201cFe<\/span>ast<\/span> <\/span>your<\/span> <\/span>eyes<\/span> <\/span>on<\/span> <\/span>this<\/span>!\u201d <\/span>Then<\/span> <\/span>he<\/span> <\/span>moved<\/span> <\/span>close<\/span> <\/span>to<\/span> <\/span>her<\/span> <\/span>again<\/span> <\/span>to<\/span> <\/span>emphasize<\/span> <\/span>that<\/span> <\/span>yes<\/span>, <\/span>she<\/em><\/span> <\/span>was<\/span> <\/span>with<\/span> <\/span>him<\/em><\/span>. <\/span>And<\/span> <\/span>for<\/span> <\/span>a<\/span> <\/span>few<\/span> <\/span>seconds<\/span>, <\/span>every<\/span> <\/span>eye<\/span> <\/span>in<\/span> <\/span>the<\/span> <\/span>room<\/span> did actually <\/span>rest<\/span> <\/span>on<\/span> <\/span>her<\/span>. <\/span><\/p>\n

That\u2019s where we met Carissa. I don\u2019t know how we got to talking about matters more intimate than what Bruce’s job at the firm is. It must have been somewhere between our first-born going off to college in a year and Bruce\u2019s latest investigation. I don\u2019t recall now what the case was, but by the end of the night Carissa had agreed to visit us at home a week later. That was the beginning of a beautiful friendship, as Bogie once said.<\/span><\/p>\n

We make sure that each of the kids really will spend the night away. It\u2019s amazing how accommodating the other parents are, even on weeknights. It\u2019s as though they know something is up. And thank heavens the kids are well past the age of changing their mind in the middle of the night and coming home unexpectedly.<\/span><\/p>\n

Carissa comes over just after dinner. We usually just bring home something on those nights and eat out of Styrofoam boxes and plastic cups. Who wants to cook and clean up! I can barely get myself to eat anything at all let alone cook it first.<\/span><\/p>\n

I was a nervous wreck the first time Carissa came to our home. I worried over my cleaning habits, the mundane furniture, the family photos on the night tables. What would she think? Would our bland tastes put her off? Would she judge us too mild mannered? What if one of the kids came home! <\/span><\/p>\n

Carissa arrived at 7:30 and rang the doorbell only one time. We exchanged a few pleasantries and a glass of wine, and then moved up to the master bedroom. I\u2019d put fresh linens on the bed and closed the curtains long before night fell. But she insisted that at least one light stay on.<\/span><\/p>\n

I had the best orgasm in fifteen, twenty years. Several times, Carissa kissed and licked a path from between my legs to my lips and back again. Then she lingered there and parted my labia with her tongue. I caught my breath when she circled my clitoris with her lips and wrung my hands in the sheets when she kissed it. After I finally sucked in a long deep breath, a long scream escaped my lips. I lay still for a long time, not moving except to breath. Bruce was watching the rise and fall of my breasts and stomach, but I couldn\u2019t have cared less. And I forgot to worry about whether the neighbors could see our shadows through the curtains.<\/span><\/p>\n

Bruce learned a thing or two that night. Carissa made me scream in a way he had never managed. He\u2019s learned a lot more since then, too. And he has nothing to complain about either. We are both having a lot of fun.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sometimes we roll around on the bed together, our three sweaty bodies tangled and bound in the sheets. Sometimes Carissa and I pleasure Bruce for hours and hours. Those are his favorite times, of course. Sometimes Carissa and I pleasure each other, and Bruce watches. He doesn\u2019t mind those nights either. I enjoy them the most. <\/span><\/p>\n

I have learned some new things. I can make Bruce holler and howl and grunt more than he ever did during our twenty years of marriage. And it doesn\u2019t always take Carissa to do it. Though once when we were alone, he cried out, \u201cOh, Carissa!\u201d I just laughed at him.
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