Quickes
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This is a tweak of an earlier story. Thanks for letting me take another crack at it.
I eat out a lot. Yes, that's a pun but, really, I mean it literally. I enjoy eating meals out. I have my favorite places all over: the breakfast joints, the excellent little pubs where the cook doesn't know he could be a chef, seafood on the water, dark-paneled steak houses. Different places for different moods, different company, different purposes.
I was at a place I like to go for lunch when I am by myself. Great food, busy enough to be private if you know what I mean, good light for reading, excellent waitresses--a little older, confident without being brassy and dedicated to service. I was sitting at a high table, reading a good, meaty book and one-handing my way though some blackened salmon when I noticed someone standing at the end of the table.
Younger guy, maybe late 30's, a couple inches shorter than me, on the fleshy side of fit, losing his hair and not quite combing it over but not cool with it (no adult man should wear a baseball cap inside). I recognized him, of course. His picture was all over the house of the woman I had been fucking for the last three months.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked, belligerently enough to draw a couple of stares.
"Yes, Kyle, I know exactly who you are. Why don't you sit down?"
He paused for a moment, surprised I knew his name. "I don't want to sit down. I want you to leave my wife alone, you asshole."
"I won't be doing that, Kyle," and then, with just enough steel, "Sit down."
He looked around the room and then at me sitting there, book on the table, fork down, ready for any of his shit and he made the right decision. He sat down.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" he hissed at me. "You are ruining my marriage."
"Kyle, I am not ruining your marriage. You are. I am the last chance your marriage has. If your wife had chosen anyone else, your marriage would be over by now."
He stammered and started to say something and I stared straight into his eyes and said “Shut the fuck up, right now.”
He glared at me but his was quiet.
“Let’s see, Kyle, if this sounds familiar. You barely touch your wife. You jerk off to all kinds of porn almost every night. You come home, tired, eat her food and watch sports. You are crabby, constantly pissed off by anything she wants to say. When you do want sex, you just want her to blow you and the few times you have both been drunk enough to forget how frustrated you are with each other, your dick has not been up to the job and you get mad at her for not being as hot as the porn you can always get off to.”
“Jesus,” he whispered. “Why would Beth tell you all that?”
“You asshole,” I said. “She didn’t tell me any of that. I just know it’s all true. You want to know how? When Beth looks into my eyes, she sees a man who wants her. She had forgotten what that was like because of you. When she puts her hands on my arms, she feels a man who is working out to make his time with her better. When she feels how hard I am, she knows that she is more important than porn in a dark room. When my dick is all the way inside her, she knows that I am with her and not in the middle of a fantasy. And you know what? That makes Beth cum over and over and over. A man who wants to please her and not just use her as a hole to fuck makes your wife so fucking happy, you cannot possibly imagine it, you stupid, self-absorbed ass.”
I was hitting him pretty hard. He was shaken—not crying but not exploding in anger yet either. I knew it could easily go either way right now so I pressed my advantage.
“And the best part, Kyle, is when I take Beth out to a nice dinner or to see a play or to a gallery (did you even know Beth still loves art), there is this moment…I can see it in her eyes…when she appreciates it…do you know what that means? It means she notices the little things that show I have been not just listening but actually hearing her, they make her know SHE is important and when I say she appreciates it, I mean it.
“She literally gives herself to me as her way of saying thanks. For example, did you know she really, really loves me fucking her in the ass? I suppose I have you to thank for that. You must have trained her to think putting up with bad anal was the way she was to say thank you to a man who had done something nice. Of course, what she wasn’t ready for was how fun it could be with a man who was interested in her pleasure, was patient but insistent and knew what he was doing. Did she beg you to stop? Did she cry? Kyle, I have made your wife cum crying on the end of dick in her beautiful ass and had her beg me to never, ever stop.
“I can tell you didn’t know that. You need to grow up. Remember, you peaked sexually at 18. Women just get hotter and hotter and hotter if you treat them right. Now you can thank me for the fact you wife can relax enough to squirt during sex too…you may need to improve your oral game quite a bit but holy shit, when Beth and I get rolling she is hotter and wetter than any ten porn stars. And she gives as good as she gets. She has this adorable, kinky mind that keeps looking for the next hot thing to try...but you haven't seen that in a decade have you? What a waste.
“But the one other thing you need to know? I didn’t do this to her. I didn’t unlock this hot unbelievably sexy woman. That was all her, always. She was always in your bed, right next to you, waiting for you to not be a tool. The only thing I did, and think of this when you think of her with my dick in her mouth, the only I did was let her know that she mattered."
Kyle sat there silently. He wasn’t actually slack-jawed but he did look like I had clocked him on the head two or three times.
“So, Kyle, I am not going to stop fucking Beth. Exactly the opposite,” I dropped $40 on the table. “I am going to your house right now and I am going to fuck your wife all afternoon. You should stay here until your hard-on goes down,” he flushed and I knew I had hit the mark, “then go for a drive to think about this.
“What happens to your marriage is up to you and Beth. You start making her the center of your world and really appreciating her, and you can meet the woman I have been fucking. If you keep treating her like an afterthought then I am sure you can keep jacking off to as much porn as you want, but don’t expect her to wait around. Oh, and you treat her bad, you and I will meet again. But otherwise, she is your wife and she is waiting for her husband to get his head out his ass and be a man again.”
I eat out a lot. Yes, that's a pun but, really, I mean it literally. I enjoy eating meals out. I have my favorite places all over: the breakfast joints, the excellent little pubs where the cook doesn't know he could be a chef, seafood on the water, dark-paneled steak houses. Different places for different moods, different company, different purposes.
I was at a place I like to go for lunch when I am by myself. Great food, busy enough to be private if you know what I mean, good light for reading, excellent waitresses--a little older, confident without being brassy and dedicated to service. I was sitting at a high table, reading a good, meaty book and one-handing my way though some blackened salmon when I noticed someone standing at the end of the table.
Younger guy, maybe late 30's, a couple inches shorter than me, on the fleshy side of fit, losing his hair and not quite combing it over but not cool with it (no adult man should wear a baseball cap inside). I recognized him, of course. His picture was all over the house of the woman I had been fucking for the last three months.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked, belligerently enough to draw a couple of stares.
"Yes, Kyle, I know exactly who you are. Why don't you sit down?"
He paused for a moment, surprised I knew his name. "I don't want to sit down. I want you to leave my wife alone, you asshole."
"I won't be doing that, Kyle," and then, with just enough steel, "Sit down."
He looked around the room and then at me sitting there, book on the table, fork down, ready for any of his shit and he made the right decision. He sat down.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" he hissed at me. "You are ruining my marriage."
"Kyle, I am not ruining your marriage. You are. I am the last chance your marriage has. If your wife had chosen anyone else, your marriage would be over by now."
He stammered and started to say something and I stared straight into his eyes and said “Shut the fuck up, right now.”
He glared at me but his was quiet.
“Let’s see, Kyle, if this sounds familiar. You barely touch your wife. You jerk off to all kinds of porn almost every night. You come home, tired, eat her food and watch sports. You are crabby, constantly pissed off by anything she wants to say. When you do want sex, you just want her to blow you and the few times you have both been drunk enough to forget how frustrated you are with each other, your dick has not been up to the job and you get mad at her for not being as hot as the porn you can always get off to.”
“Jesus,” he whispered. “Why would Beth tell you all that?”
“You asshole,” I said. “She didn’t tell me any of that. I just know it’s all true. You want to know how? When Beth looks into my eyes, she sees a man who wants her. She had forgotten what that was like because of you. When she puts her hands on my arms, she feels a man who is working out to make his time with her better. When she feels how hard I am, she knows that she is more important than porn in a dark room. When my dick is all the way inside her, she knows that I am with her and not in the middle of a fantasy. And you know what? That makes Beth cum over and over and over. A man who wants to please her and not just use her as a hole to fuck makes your wife so fucking happy, you cannot possibly imagine it, you stupid, self-absorbed ass.”
I was hitting him pretty hard. He was shaken—not crying but not exploding in anger yet either. I knew it could easily go either way right now so I pressed my advantage.
“And the best part, Kyle, is when I take Beth out to a nice dinner or to see a play or to a gallery (did you even know Beth still loves art), there is this moment…I can see it in her eyes…when she appreciates it…do you know what that means? It means she notices the little things that show I have been not just listening but actually hearing her, they make her know SHE is important and when I say she appreciates it, I mean it.
“She literally gives herself to me as her way of saying thanks. For example, did you know she really, really loves me fucking her in the ass? I suppose I have you to thank for that. You must have trained her to think putting up with bad anal was the way she was to say thank you to a man who had done something nice. Of course, what she wasn’t ready for was how fun it could be with a man who was interested in her pleasure, was patient but insistent and knew what he was doing. Did she beg you to stop? Did she cry? Kyle, I have made your wife cum crying on the end of dick in her beautiful ass and had her beg me to never, ever stop.
“I can tell you didn’t know that. You need to grow up. Remember, you peaked sexually at 18. Women just get hotter and hotter and hotter if you treat them right. Now you can thank me for the fact you wife can relax enough to squirt during sex too…you may need to improve your oral game quite a bit but holy shit, when Beth and I get rolling she is hotter and wetter than any ten porn stars. And she gives as good as she gets. She has this adorable, kinky mind that keeps looking for the next hot thing to try...but you haven't seen that in a decade have you? What a waste.
“But the one other thing you need to know? I didn’t do this to her. I didn’t unlock this hot unbelievably sexy woman. That was all her, always. She was always in your bed, right next to you, waiting for you to not be a tool. The only thing I did, and think of this when you think of her with my dick in her mouth, the only I did was let her know that she mattered."
Kyle sat there silently. He wasn’t actually slack-jawed but he did look like I had clocked him on the head two or three times.
“So, Kyle, I am not going to stop fucking Beth. Exactly the opposite,” I dropped $40 on the table. “I am going to your house right now and I am going to fuck your wife all afternoon. You should stay here until your hard-on goes down,” he flushed and I knew I had hit the mark, “then go for a drive to think about this.
“What happens to your marriage is up to you and Beth. You start making her the center of your world and really appreciating her, and you can meet the woman I have been fucking. If you keep treating her like an afterthought then I am sure you can keep jacking off to as much porn as you want, but don’t expect her to wait around. Oh, and you treat her bad, you and I will meet again. But otherwise, she is your wife and she is waiting for her husband to get his head out his ass and be a man again.”
Geraldine
- 12.10.2020
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