Happily ever after? (closed for heartofcourage)

[saedo]

"Baby?" I said, my words echoing the end of her last sentence. I tried to keep my voice neutral, concealing the hurricane of emotions my wife's words had unleashed.

Tonight was a time for celebration. The small manufacturing firm my partners and I launched almost two years ago had shown it's third straight quarter of profit. The first had been by inches and the second a reasonable improvement, but the third demonstrated unequivocally that our revenues were on an upward trajectory. The partners' personal income looked to double. We even planned to add staff to handle the increased orders.

This should have been quite the double bonus. I already made a solid salary - considerably more than Paige's pittance. With my future gains, we could look into adding some luxury to our lifestyle.

Adding staff would also free up time for me. While occasional long hours would still be part of the job, making it home before dark should become routine rather than the once in a blue moon occurrence it had been for the past two years. I could take Paige out to dinner without scheduling it on my calendar weeks in advance. We could take that vacation to Italy we'd been talking about since our engagement.

I particularly wanted to catch up on all the couple time we'd missed. I often had to leave in the mornings as she was just getting out of bed. In the evenings, she was often already asleep in bed when I got home. I missed the simple comfort of talking with her about my day.

Truth be told, I also wanted to reinvigorate our sex life, which had been moribund for months. Our marriage had never been particularly torrid, but our physical intimacy had been sporadic at best. I also hoped that with a bit more regularity, Paige might loosen up a bit. She'd become very restricted about making love and rarely let me deviate from the routine. I could count on one hand the number of times she's let her mouth get near my cock since the wedding.

To be fair, we do have some physical hurdles to navigate. Though she has some unbelievable curves, her underlying frame is actually quite petite. (She shops mostly at specialty boutiques because mass retailers assume a woman with her cup size must be as broad as an NFL linebacker.) Meanwhile, I played point guard in college. Barefoot, I tower over her.

The size disparity also extends below the waist. As such, a certain amount of gingerness on my part was to be expected. But lately I felt like Paige has only two speeds in bed: Slow and Stop. That's certainly fine some of the time but I miss more passionate couplings. My list of pre-marriage conquests wouldn't fill a phone book by any means, but I've had enough women cry out "Fuck me harder!" to know that Paige's reticence towards vigorous sex was overly cautious.

Granted, she was always a bit reserved - even when we were dating. I'd hoped that in time, she'd get more comfortable and lose some of her hang-ups. But with my hectic work schedule, I hadn't had the time to nudge her towards a more relaxed attitude. Even though I was making these sacrifices to provide for our future, I always felt too guilty about my time away to pressure her. So sex had generally occurred according to her schedule, not mine. Many a night I slipped into bed next to her sleeping form, my cock thick with need, but ended up going unfulfilled rather than disturb her slumber.

The success at work was supposed to change that. I'd have the time to catch up on all the couple stuff I'd missed. I could provide the intimacy our relationship had been needing.

We had come out to Hudson on the Bend to celebrate our good fortune. I had sat across from her and admired Paige's beauty. Her coffee-tinted skin looked lovely in the candlelight. Paige had worn one of her little black dresses and this one showed an atypically generous amount of cleavage. I was eagerly contemplating what I planned to do to her when we got home.

But over the salad course, Paige had suggested that trying for a baby. The idea floored me. I was looking for some quality time as husband and wife. We had barely had a honeymoon and had seen so little of each other during these first years that we'd hardly gotten to be newlyweds. Why not take that time now?

I was not averse to having kids, of course. Just not so soon. Not while we were still a young couple. And especially not while things were so lackluster in the bedroom. I didn't know any married person telling me that sex got better after you had kids. If Paige got pregnant now, we'd end up in the same relationship rut we had now. Her focus would shift to the baby and that would be the end of my hopes to awaken her passion. I didn't think I could stand two decades of sexual frustration.

"Honey, are you sure we want to start a family already?" I ventured. "We haven't been married that long - why not enjoy being just the two of us for a while? "

 

[heartofcourage]

“I want to have a baby.”

I never thought in a million years that the reaction I got out of my husband by those simple words would be so unpleasant. Jacob had been so focused on his career during their brief marriage that it was almost unfathomable to think of anything else. I suppose it’s always been that way.

Jacob founded his manufacturing firm shortly before our wedding. I always had faith that he would be successful in whatever he did but I didn’t anticipate the hardship it would cause on our relationship. He was a good man, a hard worker, a passionate husband, but there seemed to be a rift that developed between us that we never really bridged.

I met Jacob in college. He was an amazing basketball player who had dark good looks. His black hair was always styled perfectly, brown eyes sparkling, and his body was firm and strong. He towered over me and completely swept me off my feet. He would come into the restaurant that I waitresses at and sit in my section all night long for just a moment to talk to me. I’d never met another man with that kind of dedication and it still makes me smile to think about our early days together.

It was hard to plan for a wedding with a fiancée that was always away at work. I made the most of it and planned a modest ceremony that went with my conservative Catholic beliefs. My Spanish mother and father were very happy with the way things had turned out and I know that they were expecting the first of many grandchildren to come shortly there after. I hate to disappoint them, but it doesn’t seem like babies will be coming any time soon.

Our honeymoon consisted of a few nights in a local hotel. He always promised that he’d take me to Italy for a proper honeymoon when things settled down and I always believed him. He went back to work at his firm and I went back to being a waitress. I’ve worked at Donatello’s for almost ten years now. It’s a family owned business and the owners treat me really well, but sometimes the hours are long and rough. The pay is decent but nothing compared to what Jacob is pulling in these days.

He’s never understood when I try to explain to him about a particularly long day at work. It had caused more than one fight about who was working harder and as stupid as the argument was, it always stung that he thought I was complaining simply to complain. He never appreciated what I brought home money wise. I guess to him it was a pittance. He would be gone as I was getting up and I would be in bed before he got home. It was a vicious cycle that was hard to break. If I wanted to have alone time with him, it would have to be scheduled and it was hard to be intimate when everything was so structured.

Our sex life was a different matter all together. We had never really had amazing fireworks in the bedroom, but I always thought that it was nice. Simply nice, nothing more and nothing less. Jacob was my first and is still my only partner. I’d always been fairly conservative when it came to sex and masturbation. Different positions and oral sex still kind of freak me out. I’m comfortable with the same old things day after day, but it seems that he wants more.

There’s his size too. Jacob is huge compared to the normal man and in our early days he cause quite a bit of pain. As I became accustom to his size, all I could think about was what a monster he had and it made things all the worse. I’ve always been envious of women who could be sexual and take what they wanted, but that’s simply not me. Sex was monotonous and predictable and I had the feeling that as comfortable as I was with what we had, my husband very soon wouldn’t be.

Which is how things went from bad to worse at our celebratory dinner. I had gotten dressed up in a black dress that he seemed to really like. It exposed too much cleavage, but call me an optimist, I had designs on getting my husband in bed before the evening ended. We were talking about what we wanted for the future and the baby statement had just sort of popped out. I loved kids and had always thought that I wanted three or four.

“Jake, it’s been just the two of us for two years now.” I said, a deep sigh escaping my lips as I saw his carefully schooled features struggling to contain his thoughts. “I just thought it would be nice to maybe start on a family. I mean, think of all the fun we could have doing that.”

 

[saedo]

Paige sighed softly and countered, “Jake, it’s been just the two of us for two years now.” Her voice had the mild hint of exasperation that had become all too familiar over the past several months. Paige trotted it out whenever she thought she was telling me something that I should already know.

Perhaps I was partially to blame. Paige had remarked early on in our relationship how different I was from the other guys she'd dated. Apparently many of her prior boyfriends had been big on machismo, to the point of being rather chauvinistic. My willingness to listen to her was such a marked contrast that she found it a very appealing quality.

Of course, at the time she was telling me this, she was seated in my lap as we engaged in a fairly passionate makeout session. Since I was still eagerly hoping to see her naked, anything which favorably disposed this luscious lady in my favor was definitely something I wanted to do. Consequently, I always tried to be rather accommodating to Paige's desires.

But perhaps I'd carried it too far. In trying to make her happy, perhaps I had backed away from arguments with her. Maybe I should have put my foot down more instead of just swallowing my displeasure in order to keep the peace.

“I just thought it would be nice to maybe start on a family. I mean, think of all the fun we could have doing that."

I stabbed a piece of steak with a fork and popped it in my mouth to give me a reason not to respond immediately. I ground the flavorful chunk between my teeth as I mulled over how best to react.

The truth was that I didn't entirely disagree with her. I did think starting a family could be fun. Paige had always preferred I wear condoms, even after we were married and STDs were no longer a concern. The very idea of plunging my naked dick into her tight little pussy and blowing my load deep into her - ooh, it sent a quiver of arousal down my spine.

Plus, Paige being Paige, she'd likely want to be thorough about maximizing our chances of conception. That would mean doing far more regularly than we had. With the hours I'd been keeping, Paige and I weren't usually at home and awake at the same time, particularly during the week. Consequently, the only time our libidos seemed to sync up was on Saturdays. That was definitely far too infrequent for my tastes.

Unfortunately, Paige had been rather unreceptive to my entreaties for more regular sessions. If I woke her up early for a little pre-dawn nookie, she'd usually comply, but only begrudgingly. I could count on a lot of exasperated sighs, groans, and rolling of eyes from her. Her "I can't wait for this to be over" attitude drained most of the pleasure out of the experience for me save just the mechanical relief of blowing my load. Eventually I found such little satisfaction in these trysts that I only ever asked when I simply couldn't bear the ache in my balls another day. So if starting a family meant a lot more sex, I was definitely interested.

I even liked the idea of Paige being pregnant. With her brown belly swelling out like a basketball and her already magnificent bosom expanding to even greater proportions, she would be just as sexy as ever to me.

But all of these notions were premised on the assumption that the sex with Paige would actually be enjoyable. And quite frankly, it hadn't been. Not in a long time.

When we were dating, Paige had been a bit more aggressive and experimental in bed. But after we were married, she'd grown increasingly prudish and timid, till now her preference was for a slow, languid pace that I found monotonous. Her favorite position was for us to lay on our sides and for me to enter her as we spooned. This didn't allow for much thrusting, but rather a grinding action. This plus my thick cock stretching her pussy provided enough stimulation for her climax repeatedly. I, on the other hand, found such limited strokes to be little more than a frustratingly long tease that took an ice age to finally get me off. But whenever I suggested a more vigorous style, she's invariably start whining about how it might hurt until I backed off.

As such, I couldn't agree with her, either. If Paige's idea of starting family was simply to do more of what we'd been doing, I don't think I could bear it.

I didn't respond directly to her statement, though. This place was expensive and the food was excellent and I expected that my honest reaction would lead to a big scene. I spent the rest of the meal being non-committal. Paige unfortunately mistook this for me slowly coming round to her way of thinking, so we spent the rest of our entrees and dessert talking about all things baby.

I kept up this neutral facade till we were in the car and driving home. But when Paige started talking about potential names if we had a son, I couldn't maintain my poker face any longer. "Paige," I began, "I don't think we're ready. We've got some issues that we need to deal with as a couple first before we talk about bringing a child into her lives."

A chill blew across from the passenger seat as Paige's smile faded and her eyes narrowed. She didn't even need to speak for me to understand her reaction: "Issues? Issues? What the hell are you talking about, Jacob?"

I sighed. "It's the sex, Paige. It's the sex."

 

[heartofcourage]

Jacob’s expression to my statement seemed to tell me that I had won the battle. He was quiet, contemplative and seemed to be thinking of what their future would be like with children. It made me feel warm inside to think that very soon I would have a baby on the way. My smile was huge, my dialog full of all the possibilities that might await us.

We would have to start having sex more often. We would definitely get rid of the condoms when we messed around. In all the years that we’ve been married, I’ve only felt Jacob’s naked cock inside of me once. I liked the feeling, but the fear of pregnancy during a hectic time made me insist that we play it safe.

I could already imagine the nightly contact between us. I loved it as he spooned behind me and entered slowly, grinding his cock deep within me until I was gasping and moaning with pleasure. He never seemed to have any complaints and he came every time. It was mutually satisfying for the both of us and it didn’t cause me any pain.

And best of all, I wouldn’t have to put up with the early morning demands for sex. Jacob could be vocal in his quest for pleasure and more than one morning after a hectic evening at work he’d woken me up to play before he was off. He never seemed to understand when I was tired or not interested and no matter of complaints would turn him off. I had thoughts that perhaps Jacob was way too interested in sex, maybe he even had a problem with it, because many of the married couples I know don’t have sex more than once a week.

Dinner flew by quickly and I was feeling so incredible. We were going to start a family. We were going to be parents. The very thought actually turned me on. I could feel my thighs dampening at the idea of having Jacob cum deep within me. I decided that I would make love with my husband the moment that we returned home. Since it was decided that we were going to have a baby, I had my sights set on getting started as quickly as possible.

Back in our car on the way home, the conversation turned toward baby names. I have always had a list of ones that I liked and I was sharing them with Jacob, my mind racing a mile a minute.

“What about Sean? Or maybe Michael. Or maybe even Thomas after your father.” I said, looking over at Jacob with a wide grin.

Something wasn’t right. He wasn’t smiling. He looked like he was upset about something and I felt my own smile waver. Then he dropped the bomb and I felt my stomach clench in a panicked sick feeling. He didn’t want a baby? Then why was he leading me on?

“Issues?“ I crossed my arms over my chest and narrowed my eyes, looking at him and showing Jacob that I was not happy. “Issues? What the hell are you talking about, Jacob?” My voice was shrill sounding even to my own ears and I was struggling not to have a complete and total melt down.

Sex. It’s the sex. The words made me cringe and I pursed my lips. My temper could be legendary and sometimes I’ve been referred to as a brat, but it was so unlike Jacob to push back at me like he was.

“Of course it’s the sex.” I grumbled, glancing over at him with a scowl. ‘It’s always about sex with you, Jacob. I think that we have a normal and healthy sex life. Why do you always have to push for more?”

 

[saedo]

In for a penny, in for a pound. I squared my shoulders and pushed ahead. "No Paige, we don't have a normal sex life. Once a week is hardly average for a young married couple. We should be fucking like bunnies at our age. There are senior citizens who get it more regularly than I do!"

I could see the retort forming on her lips, so I hastened to intervene. "And don't tell me how you always doing it whenever I ask. First off, you make such a damn production about how you're such a saint to have sex with your husband that most of the time I don't even bother. So basically half a dozen times last week I was in the mood, but the one time I asked.

"Second, don't think I don't know about what you keep in the bottom drawer of your nightstand. When you're in the mood and I'm not home yet, do you wait up for me? No, you give yourself a 'helping hand' and then you go to bed! How is that fair?"

I couldn't tell if it was embarrassment or anger rising in her cheeks, but she was clearly building towards something. She said nothing as we turned onto our street. I pulled up into our driveway and she practically leapt out of the car as I braked to a stop. She had the kitchen door unlocked before I'd gotten my seat belt removed. She slammed the door shut behind her and disappeared into the house. Not knowing quite what to expect, I opened the kitchen door and followed her.

 

[heartofcourage]

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. There he was, my loving husband, the man who I thought I knew so well, telling me that our sex life was crap. I could feel a flush of humiliation rising in my cheeks, my temper getting the better of me as he criticized what we did in the bedroom.

I parted my lips to snap something back until he interrupted me. I gritted my teeth, my jaw tensed as he started talking about how much of a production I made out of having sex with him. It wasn’t that I made a production out of having sex with Jacob, it just seemed like he asked for sex all the time.

I suppose that was part of the problem. He would come home from work frisky and looking for release and I would already be in bed, exhausted from being on my feet all night. He never saw my job as anything important or anything that added to our marriage in any way. That made me even more angry.

“How dare you…” I was cut off again as he mentioned what I had in my bottom drawer. I was mortified that he even brought my vibrator up. I looked at him with wide eyes, my cheeks reddening further as he continued to harp on the fact that she even had it.

A girl friend of mine had given it to me during my bachelorette party. I had never seen the appeal of a plastic toy, but the more that he was out of the house, the more I turned to it for release. It didn’t demand anything of me, it didn’t hurt me with its size, it didn’t hurt my feelings by making me feel the way I was feeling right now.

I was silent, trying to get my anger under control, as he turned onto our street and into our drive. I looked up at our house, the little house that I had worked so hard to make a home. He had bought it just after we got married but he hadn’t shown any interest in helping with the repairs or the decoration. No, it was all about his precious business.

I stormed from the car and into the house, slamming the kitchen door in his face before he could even get out of the car. I was livid. I could feel my anger growing as I ran to our room and stood there, unsure of what to do next. I wanted to pack my bags and leave but then I thought that it would be childish to do something so rash.

When I heard him step into the room, I turned and look at him with narrowed eyes. “You are such a rotten son of a bitch!” Where had that vile acid come from, I wondered. “You don’t care about anything but yourself. It’s all about you! Your wants! Your needs! Your precious business!”

“You could care less about me or my work. You don’t even notice the little things I do for you every single day. Do you think the house cleans itself? Do you think your shirts iron themselves? All you want to do is bitch about the sex that we have!” I wanted to rage, to hit him, to destroy something, but all I did was stand there in the middle of the room and tremble. “Do you even know what it’s like for me to work and then have to come home and take care of everything? It’s no fucking mystery why I don’t want to have sex with you!”

 

[saedo]

My bride glared up furiously at me. For a moment, I was turned on. With her cheeks flushed and her pupils dilated, she looked more alive than I'd seen her in months. Take away the frown and her intensity closely resembled my memories of those early days as lovers.

Paige had been incredible back then. Unlike her reserved, cautious approach these days, she'd flung herself into sex with reckless abandon. Granted, we'd both tended to be far less sober than these days, but the devil-may-care approach had been endlessly stimulating.

But quickly I remembered how little life Paige showed these days. The fact that she was now showing more passion arguing with me about our sex life than in the entire past year of our sex life was infuriating.

"Don't you dare presume to tell me that you're doing your job!" I retorted. "I went to the same counseling classes you did before the wedding. I seem to recall that certain marital duties extend into the bedroom. Well, I've kept my cock rock hard plenty of times for you , but you can hardly be bothered. Why don't you get get off your high horse and down on your knees and do your fucking job?!"

 

[heartofcourage]

I was stunned. Completely and utterly stunned when my loving husband decided to tell me that my place was on my knees. I opened my mouth to say something and quickly shut it, my mind spinning in a dizzy motion.

How had we gotten to this point? Everything had started out so wonderfully for the both of them and now they were so full of regret and hard feelings that it seemed their marriage was crumbling around them. What had happened to the man that would hold her, caress her, take time to actually care?

Our sex life had been great when we first met. Sure, he was almost too large for me to handle, but he was a loving man that always seemed to be good to go. I suppose things really haven't changed, but now that life and responsibility had gotten in the way, it was pushing them apart. Something changed after saying I do and quite frankly, the spark that had been there died away leaving us both searching for what had been lost.

I found myself moving forward before I really realized what I was about to do. My hand snapped out and slapped Jacob’s handsome face. We both stood there, staring at each other in stunned silence. I’d never raised my hand in anger to anyone, let alone the man that I loved. Anger faded into guilt and soon I was taking a step away from him when his large, strong hand wrapped around my wrist and tugged me back towards him.

“Let me go, Jacob.” I hissed, wanting to flee to a dark corner of the house and cry my heart out. “Let me go!” I cried as his grip became punishing.

 

[saedo]

I'd thought the line about "seeing red" was artistic embellishment, but for a moment after her hand hit my face, I seemed to see little else. A snarl rose in my throat as rage welled in my gut. The blow stung sharply, but it was not so much pain as the indignity
that so angered me.

Her angry glare matched my own for a moment, but hers wilted in the heat of mine. My hand lashed out and siezed her by the wrist as she backed away. I hauled her before me, my grip intensifying as she struggled to get away.

I heard her begin to demand for me to release her, but I'd had enough of her demands tonight. My free hand caught her on the cheek. She yelped in surprise or pain. The blow spun her towards me, so I used my grip on her wrist to spin her back to her original position.

For a moment, she looked up at me with an almost awestruck expression. For a moment, there was no questioning of my desires or criticism of my actions. It felt... good.

 

[heartofcourage]

The sharp blow of his palm across my cheek came out of nowhere. I should have been expecting it since I had just done the same to him. The heat behind it was soon rising on my skin and her jerked me back into place as the strike sent me skittering across the floor.

Staring up at my husband, I was stunned. My jaw was open in surprise, a free hand coming to rub the spot on my face as he stared down at me with narrowed eyes. Never had I seen such passion in his eyes. Never had I felt so…loved?

The only sounds in the room were the harsh panting from both of us. It seemed that the violent actions had chased any thoughts of our argument free from out minds. Instead, we stared at one another in a new light. What was going on, I wanted to ask, but words would have ruined the moment.

I reached up towards his head, my other wrist still caught in his firm grip. My hand curled around the back of his head, my nails digging into his scalp as I pulled him down for the kiss that I suddenly so desperately wanted. My lips crashed against his, a sigh of pure pleasure escaping my body as I pressed against him for a brief moment before I pushed him away, my brain screaming at me that this wasn’t normal.

My dark eyes looked towards his handsome face, so many emotions worrying across my face. “What are we doing, Jake?”

 

[saedo]

[FONT="Georgia" ] For a moment I thought Paige was finally letting go of her usual hangups. But her words showed she was still holding on. Leave it to Paige to break off a kiss to question her own passions. Where was the enthusiasm from our early days?

"Shut up," I barked. "You talk too fucking much."

I grasped her hair at the back of her head. I tilted her head back to meet my own as I bent down to kiss her again. Our lips locked and her response became muffled mumbling. I didn't break until we were both ready to gasp for air.

I watched her a moment as she gaped up at me, her mouth wide as she sucked in oxygen. I also took note of her heaving chest. Paige had always had the most amazing tits I'd ever seen. But like the rest of her, sightings has been rather sparse of late. Time to fix that.

"Let's see what's under that dress," I growled. I reached for Paige, but she flinched away. Angered, I lunged forward. Paige scrambled backwards, but I got a grip on her dress near the left shoulder. For a moment she hung motionless. Then there was a sharp sound of tearing fabric and Paige spun away, leaving me with a handful of her silk dress.


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[heartofcourage]

Never in my life had I heard Jacob take control of a situation as he was there in our bedroom. My cheek was still stinging from his slap and my thighs were steadily growing wetter as he barked and growled at me in that sexy deep voice of his. What was wrong with me, I wondered as his hand was suddenly tangling in my long black hair, jerking my head back until his lips crashed down upon my own.

I mumbled out a few muffled words before I sighed and sank into the kiss with renewed passion. What his lips and tongue were doing to me were wonderful and even the feel of his fingers digging into my scalp had me trembling in a darkly delicious way. The moment he pulled away, I gasped for air, my mind spinning from the heady passion that was coursing through the both of us.

Lips parted, I turned my eyes towards his, panting as he turned his gaze towards my heaving breasts. He had always been a breast man, spending hours memorizing every inch of my tanned flesh until he was satisfied that he had explored them completely. They still held his attention and it seemed that this evening, he would see them whether I wanted him to or not.

I whimpered as he growled at me again, reaching for the front of my dress. I couldn’t help but flinch away, gasping loudly as he lunged forward and grabbed my dress at the shoulder. The silence of our room was broken by the ripping sound of fabric as it was torn from my flesh.

I spun away from him, my body’s decent stopped by the soft cushion of the bed as I glanced down at my naked breasts that were now bared to his gaze. Embarrassingly, my toffee colored nipples were beaded tightly, aroused beyond belief and the smug bastard could see that. I turned until I lay on my back, my chest heaving as my heart raced frantically in my chest.

I most definitely had his attention as he stood over me, his hand clenching the silk fabric of my dress as he stared at the object of his affections. The silence in the room was almost deafening as I parted my lips to speak again.

“You going to stand there and stare or are you going to fuck me?” Where had that come from? I’d never been one for confrontation nor had I been one to challenge Jacob on anything, but there I was, laying half naked on our bed and trying to get his ire up until he fucked me senseless.

“Come on, tough guy. Show me how wrong I’ve been. Teach me a lesson.”