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Mrs Kathy Smith

Armed with a 4.0 GPA and a degree in marketing she went looking for a job. What she found was a husband.

Yeah, back in college she got laid once. She always considered it a mistake even though it was calculated. At five feet seven she was a little on the tall side. She had nice ?C? cups on her little frame which made them appear bigger. Very nice slim but meaty legs and a narrow waste made her desirable. That she was a blond with chocolate eyes and a smattering of freckles across her nose made her even more desirable. Full lips and bone-white teeth made her damn near irresistible. Weighing in at one hundred twenty-five pounds she turned them all down. All but one that is - and she had gone after him. She wanted to lose her virginity.

He was a nobody economics major. She thought his name was Kenny. Cute with messy blond hair that needed cutting. He was tall and muscular. She had asked around about him and found out that he had dated a few girls but nothing serious. She sought out one of them and asked some questions. She found out that he was a decent lover but his ?manhood? was on the slight size. That was about all she could find out and frankly all that she needed to know. She wasn?t looking for a stud, a hanger-on, or a macho man with a huge package. She wanted to get over this virginity thing and wanted it as painless as possible and with no strings attached. She sought him out.

She thought honesty was the best policy. She found Kenny at the library and sat down next to him, flashing a little leg and some cleavage. He glanced up and she told him hi. His gaze was from over his glasses and roamed her face and downward. He smiled.

?Kenny isn?t it??

?Yes it is. You??

?My name is Kathy. I?ve got a problem I was hoping you could help me with. You are going to find this odd but I hope fascinating. Are you interested yet??

?Your eyes and uh, everything else, make it hard not to be interested Kathy. Would you like for me to guess??

?That might be fun Kenny. Wanna go someplace not here and let?s see if you can figure it out. I?ve got an off-campus apartment. We could go there, if you aren?t scared.?

?Hmmm, are you going to kill me? Tie my up and use me? Make me watch old movies? Make me clean your bathroom??

?You were a little close on one of those. So what do you say, wanna go??

?Jesus, that was a wide range of stuff Kathy. Care to give me a hint??

?How about if I just show you at my place??

So, Kathy ended up with Kenny at her place and started the seduction by simply climbing in his lap while they sat on the couch with him guessing. He pretty much took over after that. While she sat in his lap facing him he pulled her blouse over her head and released her bra clasps. This was new for her but she was only interested in sterile machine-like sex. He had done just that, mostly because she hadn?t given him much choice. He tried to get her going but she just let him enter her, pound her, and get off of her. She bid him good night and he left, puzzled.

She lay in bed that night and thought about what she?d done and let be done to her. It wasn?t half bad and she figured she?d enjoy the next one a little more because she?d actually be interested in more than just getting laid. The mystique and the virginity were now gone.

THINGS DEVELOP

On the streets she couldn?t get a job. She tried being Ms. Business, a pouty little thing, flirtatious, mean, and a whole gamut of other things. It was a no go. She went to a sidewalk cafe and ordered a latte?. Downcast and feeling sorry for herself she sipped her drink and watched people walk by. Suddenly a guy caught her eye. Wow, he was gorgeous. Tall, muscular, dark thick hair, masculine, and most of all he seemed self-assured. He was approaching near her table when she ?dropped? her keys. He picked them up.

?Are these yours,? he asked playfully?

?You know they are,? she teased back. ?I?m Kathy and I?m dejected today. Care to share a latte? and let me unleash on you??

?Sure,? he said, ?Lean on me. I?m Brad. I run a company way up there,? he said, pointing to one of the upper floors of the building across the street.

?Great. Here I am unable to find a job and you own a company. Sorry, nice to meet you Brad. What do you guys do??

?We are importers. What do you do??

Kathy grimaced. ?Apparently not much. I?m trained in marketing but it seems the market is unimpressed. Got a job for a girl??

?Nope. We are getting ready to lay off a few. But I do have dinner for a pretty lady. Do you see any of them around?? His eyes danced as he asked her out in this round about way.

?Hmmm, let me see. What do you prefer? Redheads, brunettes, blonds? I bet you are a brunette kind of guy huh? There?s one right there. Legs? Do you like long legs? How about humongous boobs? Jesus, I sound so pathetic.? Kathy looked away, surprised at her outburst and her sarcasm.

?Actually I like average height blonds with brown eyes, freckles on their noses, and let?s see, ?C? cup boobs. See anything like that around here??

?Why sir, are you asking me out to dinner. I?m shocked at your audacity. I accept.?

Dinner was great. Brad was a charmer. He took her home to a very nice house and charmed her into bed. She was very surprised at herself. She was just giving in to her depression she told herself as she lay beneath him. He had a mirror on his ceiling. She smiled, what a bachelor. The view of his tight ass and muscular back driving atop her made her hot. She wrapped her slender, lithe legs around his and slipped into her first orgasm with a man. She writhed and cried out. This further inspired her and she came again. She felt Brad stiffen and then flood her. She hadn?t felt this with Kenny. She had felt nothing with Kenny.

He kissed her deeply then and she ran her hands through his hair as she kissed him back. She was feeling some strange things. She stayed the night with him. He woke her up once by kissing her body lightly until she responded. Then without a word he mounted her. She had another orgasm just as he did.

In the morning he was gone but left a note:

?Kathy. Had to go to work. I?m the boss you know and I have to set a good example. It wouldn?t do for me to yell at me. Make yourself at home and stay awhile. I?d like to see you there when I get home. 555-5212.

Brad.?

Hmm. She did like him, at least so far. She couldn?t help but think of the best sex she?d ever had but it wasn?t like she had much to compare it to. She called him.

?I need to go home, shower and change clothes, and keep up the job search,? she told him when he came to the phone. ?Do I need to do anything here to lock up??

?Just lock the doors. I?ll call the security system from my laptop and arm it. You coming back??

?Maybe,? she giggled. ?You want me back??

?I do. Why don?t you bring a couple of change of clothes, makeup and all that. You can use this as a base for job hunting. I?ll get you a key made.?

?Brad, this is very abrupt. Are you damaged goods who can?t find anyone else? Maybe a murderer in search of another victim. Do you have a basement? I?ll search it for bodies before I commit.?

?You?ll never find them. I?m not damaged Kathy. I just know what I like. You are very pretty, very smart, and move very well in bed. You must have had a lot of lovers in your life. Anyway, come back and stay awhile.?

Six months later they were married. She was still unemployed.

LIFE WITH BRAD

Life was good. Brad took care of her. She wanted for nothing. He was pretty wealthy and allowed her full run of his money. He told her to shop for a new house if she wanted with the only limit being location. She bought a new car for herself, new clothes, and stopped looking for a job. She cleaned house and cooked for Brad. Hers was a life of housewife and she loved it.

Sex with Brad was incredible. She loved the feel of his large, muscular body on top of her. She loved that she felt so small and totally overpowered by his masculinity in bed. The times when she rode atop of him did nothing to dampen that feeling. He cupped her cheeks in his powerful hands and guided her body as she pleased herself on his hardness, pleasing him in the process. When she orally satisfied him he held her head in his large hands, stroking her hair. He taught her the art of giving oral sex, at least to him. She swallowed all he had to offer gladly, the heat of his semen filling her mouth tantalized her, driving her to wanting more. It seemed that more and more she wanted him in her mouth. Sometimes in bed he?d switch on the television to catch some news or watch a show and she would take him in her mouth, not necessarily for any purpose but to just have him there. She presumed she loved him and all he was.

Her life seemed storybook but still, there was something missing. Why is it, she asked herself, that I have all of this, everything a woman can want, but I feel something is missing? Do I really need to be more than what I?ve become? What is wrong with what I?ve become? Do I need to prove myself to myself?

These questions haunted her. When she was out she watched people. She studied them for signs that they were whole. She noted if couples seemed to know each other, compliment each other. She watched as women flirted with men, especially women with wedding rings. What are they doing? Are they not happy in their lives?

Once while at a sidewalk cafe she eaves-dropped on a couple at the table next to her. She caught sentences amid the bustle of the sidewalk and noises of the street, cabbies blasting their horns and kids crying to their mothers that they wanted something. People gabbing on their cellphones and the occasional overhead low-flying plane made it difficult to catch it all but she thought she heard enough.

The girl said, ?No he doesn?t know but he knows something isn?t right. Last night he did things to me in bed that he?d never before done. He even brought me breakfast this morning.?

The guy replied, ?You aren?t going to tell him are you? I mean, we can stop before we go too far. It is scary that we haven?t even slept together and he senses something wrong. Either he is very good or you are very bad. I don?t want to get wrapped up in something that is going to tear your marriage apart.?

?Honey, if my marriage falls apart you wouldn?t be the cause, only a symptom. Don?t get me wrong but if it weren?t you it would be someone or something else that enticed me. I?m just missing something in my life even though my husband takes good care of me.?

Kathy left in a hurry. That girl was describing what Kathy felt and it scared her. Is that what she was, some thrill seeker or unsatisfied airhead with nothing better to do than jeopardize her own good life? Well, she wasn?t seeking thrills and she certainly wasn?t an airhead but those were her terms. What would someone else call her? If she were honest with herself, what term would she use to describe her listlessness?

She went home and got drunk. She rarely drank and it didn?t take much to blast her head into orbit. When Brad got home she was relentless in her pursuit of who she was with him. She seduced him, much to his surprise and pleasure though she?d done that on several occasions. But Brad was also concerned.

?Brad, what am I to you,? she asked as they cuddled afterward? ?If I were to die today or just walk out and never come back how would be feel??

?Kathy, what is this about. What?s wrong??

?Nothing Brad,? she giggled. ?I?m just drunk. Sorry, I won?t do that again. I don?t know what came over me to make me pick up that bottle.?

?So what did you do today,? asked Brad, making small talk?

?Nothing special. Did some window shopping and had lunch at that little cafe where we met. Oh, I have to take the car in tomorrow for service. I like that the dealership is downtown. I can do more window shopping while they do what they do.?

?You know Kathy, I wish you?d spend a little more of my money. You window shop a lot but you rarely buy anything. How about picking up something sexy while you?re out tomorrow. There?s an upscale lingerie shop near the dealership. Go in and see what they have. Bring back something to knock my socks off.?

Kathy punched him. ?How do you know about that shop? What do you do during the day? Do you hang out on the corner and watch the ladies buying flimsy, sexy, erotic underwear??

?Exactly. And I imagine how you?d look in them.?

?Wow Brad, you are smooth. No wonder I married you. But the thought of all those soft, lacy, sexually stimulating, lingerie has stirred a pang in me. Use me hubby. Make me feel like a total woman tonight and tomorrow I?ll bring you home a surprise.?

?You are insatiable Kathy.? He turned her to her back, kissing her deeply, roughly, and began working his way down her body. As usual she gasped when he reached his goal. His tongue was magic and his fingers found all of her buttons. In seconds she was gasping, crying out his name, sobbing in total submission to the woman in her.

The lingerie shop was only two blocks from the service bay. She walked there on the rosy morning sun, savoring the feel of the air and the sidewalk beneath her feet. What a delightful morning and a preview of a beautiful day to come.

The bell rang as she went in. Wow, look at all of this; she didn?t know where to begin. She startled as a man approached her. She hadn?t expected a man in here. ?May I help you,? he offered. His voice was a deep, throaty one, husky with masculinity.

?You, you work here??

He smiled knowingly. Undoubtedly he was asked this a lot. ?Yes, I work here and own the store. I?m a hands-on kind of guy. I like to stay in the trenches you know. It?s rough work but somebody has to do it.?

Kathy was embarrassed. ?Don?t worry,? he told her. ?I?ve seen it all. Women trying to win back their boyfriends, wives wanting to spice up their marriages, new divorcees feeling they need a hand up in attracting a man. They all come in. You can?t surprise me.?

Kathy ran her hand over a pair of crotchless panties and eyeballed some peach flavored carousals. ?Do you sell many of these,? she asked while holding up a red teddy?

?Not so much but some. Your color is peach you know? The first thing that caught your eye was peach. Funny how the inner person emerges when surrounded by the things one considers personal. Do you find these things interesting or disgusting??

?Oh definitely interesting. Naughty too. They make me feel all flush. Gosh, I shouldn?t be telling you this.?

She felt the man?s eyes on her. Undressing her, tearing down her wall of clothes. He knew things that she wasn?t telling him with words. She feared him and was attracted to him at once.

He was short, around five feet eight, and stocky. His eyes were cold steel blue but with a hidden warmth. It was almost like he saw into her and liked what he saw. His hands were strong and well kept. She guessed his age at forty five, twenty years her senior. Brad was only thirty. How could she be attracted to him?

?May I try this on,? she asked, taking his advice that her color was peach? It was a low cut top and crotchless panty set. She had picked it out without much thought as to what it was. Her mind seemed elsewhere.

?Of course,? he said and led the way to the dressing room. ?Right in there. Just call if you need anything.?

She changed into the outfit, if one could call it that, and noticed that her nipples were erect through the sheer fabric. She loved how she felt in the panties, almost as if she was inviting, like a moist appetizer left on the tray, begging to be taken. Her head swooned. What are you doing Kathy she asked herself as she opened the door to the booth and called to the owner, ?I need you for a moment.?

He came to her call, admiring her selection. ?How may I help,? he asked, his eyes dancing over her, pausing here and there. ?I see the fabric stimulates you.?

How dare him. ?Yes,? she said blushing.

?Ah your blush, it optimizes the color. This is really stunning on you.?

His hands took liberties with her, adjusting her outfit to bring the most benefit.

?It feels good but it is a little tight in back I think. Could you?? She turned around so he could examine her. Chills went up her spine when she felt his warm hands on her rear, adjusting the panties. Then he went to the straps on the top and untied them so that he could retie them in bows. When he had untied the second one Kathy suddenly turned to face him and kissed him. Oh my God, what was she doing?

He took her in the booth, standing up. He backed her against the wall, unzipped his trousers and entered her. The two cocks she?d had in her life didn?t compare, not that she was comparing this to Brad. It was just that he was so thick and so long. He then drove her against the wall, over and over, deep inside her. She could see this happening in the mirror on the opposite wall. Her feet were off the ground and he cupped her ass with his hands. She felt it then, the stirring in her. She suddenly gasped and had a deep, intense orgasm. He too came quickly, she feeling his ejaculations like hot jolts of fire.

?You will now feel guilty. That is what happens. But only for a time. You were in need from deep within. This does not make you less of a person or wife. It only serves to open your mind and body to your true inner self.? He was still in her, holding her by the head while he looked down into her eyes. She could feel her breasts against his chest, still erect, still sensitive. She could feel him throbbing inside her. ?You must wear these home under your clothes. They will be reminders of a new you, a potential earth-shattering you that you can no more deny than you can deny that you are alive. Savor them and what you have experienced today. Both are gifts, the lingerie from me, your emerging inner self a gift from you.?

He pulled from her then and zipped. ?Will there be anything else??

She stood speechless, eyes wide, not comprehending what had just happened or what he had just said. ?And yes, I forgot to mention total confusion. You?ll be confused for a time but as your mind wanders your own recesses and who you really are it will all become more clear.?

?I want to pay for the outfit,? was all that she could come up with.

?No need. Just enjoy it and make the best from it. The door here is always open and our selection ever grows.?

?I?ve cheated on my husband. How could I do that when I love him??

?It wasn?t anything you could help. Trust me. The real you is surfacing and to some of us it is a bubbling cauldron of femaleness. You are coming into your own. It had nothing to do with love or lack of love. I prefer to think of your actions not as cheating on your husband but of being true to the real you. This was only the first of a long series. If you let guilt get in the way it will make you crazy. Just go with who you are and enjoy.?

She walked the two blocks to the auto store in a cloud. Once there she felt all eyes on her, or so she thought. She dared not look back at those she perceived to be ogling her. The lingerie store owner was wrong about one thing, she didn?t feel guilty. She felt as if a door had opened and she had walked through fearfully only to discover that the other side of that door had welcomed her like an old friend. Recalling all the times in her past when she had turned down sex, fought the very existence of it, she sighed. Why? For what? What had she missed? Her true sexuality had been discovered and brought forth by a complete stranger in a dressing room closet. That was what she was, not a marketing expert, not a professional, not even a good wife. She was sex.