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?Where the fuck have you been?? she said. ?In there,? I pointed and crooked my wrist around to indicate the bathroom, which was right past the bar and right again. I noticed her untouched drink sitting on the bar. ?Why the aggro Rachel? Someone piss in your martini?? ?Something like that,? Rachel snapped. ?What took you so long?? ?Nature called and we had a long talk,? I explained. She rolled her eyes irritably at my corny metaphor. Rachel was already mad, so I pushed it further. ?Do you want to know what we talked about? In detail?? ?Grgd, men are gross,? she growled. My wife pushed me back with one hand and scooted off her bar stool, ?don?t bother sitting down, we?re out of here.? ?But the drinks,? I motioned forlornly at our two full glasses. She just shrugged and moved around me, toward the door. I didn?t see a receipt on the bar, and Rachel never carries cash, so I threw down a twenty and made to followed her. Trailing behind gave me a great view of her tight ass. Rachel?s a good enough looking girl, maybe an office nine or an L.A. six. But her body is a smoking hot eleven anywhere, mostly because she manages her high strung type-A personality with exercise rather than with Zoloft. She?s sometimes cross and always fit. Her body is a temple where she worships Aikido and Yoga. So naturally the sight of Rachel speed walking out of the joint in her four inch fuck-me pumps, tight top, and tighter miniskirt momentarily arrested all my attention. I couldn?t resist ogling her toned legs and her tight little bubble butt as it swayed alluringly away from me. ?Hey,? I said, skipping to catch up to her. ?Seriously now, what?s up?? ?Nothing,? she said. Then, ?let?s just go home.? ?Christ, there goes date night.? I said, not wanting to end it like this. I could feel Rachel glaring at me while I studiously looked away, but she didn?t slow down to argue. I?d pay for my the snide comment later. A man coming into the bar held the door for us as we existed. He got a dopey grin on his face as we went by. Who could blame him? Rachel?s breasts were bouncing around like two grapefruits under her semi-sheer white halter top. She had a nice pair of Cs but they looked like Ds hanging over her flat, hard belly. She doesn?t tend to wear bra?s either, which never failed to attract attention. ?What?s that daffy bastard?s problem?? she asked. ?Well, Daffy just got to see Blonde Katy Perry jogging toward him,? I said. I made a motion in front of me like I was holding to two balls, then seesawed my hands up and down for effect. I tried making the same goofy face the guy had and stuck out my tongue, dog-like. ?Maybe he even saw the faint shadow of your nipples through that top. I tell you, I?d be a wreck if I were a jealous man, Rachel.? ?Pigs,? she said. She meant, men. In case I missed it, she added, ?Gross. Pigs.? ?Not getting laid tonight, am I?? I said. Rachel roller her eyes at me again. ?Look, something crawled up your ass, why take it out on me?? ?You?re making it worse.? ?You expect me to roll over?? I shrugged. ?I like to deserve the trouble I?m in.? The ride home didn?t improve Rachel?s mood any. I kept quiet, hoping my personal blonde storm would pass over. It didn?t. She bounced around our apartment cleaning and picking up, scowling the whole time. Like me, she cleans when she wants control. She tends to clean more than I do. I poured us each a scotch, which helped me but didn?t seem to slow Rachel down at all. At least I had a nice buzz when we finally crawled into bed. To my surprise, Rachel pushed against me to spoon, and let out a long sigh. I grew hard immediately, my cock snaking pleasantly down the crease between her thighs. I pulled her against me, increasing the arousing tension of my cock against her thighs. ?Oink. oink,? I said softly. ?I got the impression you didn?t like men.? ?One exception.? Rachel bit my hand, lightly and kissed it. She rolled over onto her belly pulling my arm lazily with her. Turning to look at me, she spread her legs under the covers. ?Come on. I want the other white meat.? I chuckled but I didn?t wait for a second invitation. I like watching Rachel?s behind, but I love fucking her from behind. almanbahis şikayet (https://almanbahis.site/) It?s not something she wants to do particularly often, being more of a face to face love maker. I shifted under the covers to get over her, my cock wedged against her pussy down the crack of her ass. I humped her a bit, just for the pleasant sensation it gave. She groaned and pushed back against me. ?Come on inside.? I hesitated, not wanting to hurt her. Usually, I go down on her first, or she gets me wet with her mouth so it doesn?t hurt her. ?Just do it,? she said. ?I?m ready.? I grabbed my cock to guide it into her. Her pussy was like an overripe peach, soft and a bit fuzzy on the outside, slick and juicy on the inside. I took the first few thrusts slow so her juices could run out onto her labia and my shaft. The tight stretching discomfort of pushing my cock in felt great. ?Harder.? Rachel?s kinda alpha but she doesn?t usually talk like that, or at all, during sex. I adjusted my pace to long, hard thrusts, lingering at the end to enjoy the pressure it caused from the head of my shaft to the base and a bit beyond. ?Faster,? she complained. ?Fuck me.? Wow. Dirty talk. Well, dirty for Rachel, anyway. Another rarity. I complied, still lingering at the end but thrusting harder and faster than before. What happened next changed our lives forever. ?Oh, yeah. That?s? Oh, fuck... Fuck. Fuck me.? Rachel had an orgasm. At least that?s what it looked like to me. She came. The shock of it froze me in place, but it didn?t stop her from coming more. ?Don?t stop, goddammit. Fuck me!? I did, harder than before, almost in a panic. This never happened. Ever. Rachel never came during sex. Not with me. And not with anybody before, she?d claimed when we started dating. She never faked it either. There was no reason to start faking now, so this had to be the real deal. Real and intense, judging by the tea kettle hisses and feline whining coming out the front of her. I had no idea what to do so I just fucked my wife?s pelvis into the mattress and thought about baseball. I didn?t want to finish before she did. Rachel rocked her pelvis back and forth, gripping me and fucking me back, making it very hard not to shoot off. ?If something doesn?t change soon I?m going to fill you full of cum,? I said. Rachel grabbed the headboard and lifted herself up onto her knees. The move pushed me back, interrupting my rhythm, staving off my orgasm. ?Don?t you fucking stop,? she commanded. With one arm supporting her weight she used the other to push back against me. Hard. I had to grab her hips to hold on. Did I mention she was strong? ?Okay, you asked for it.? We almost never did doggie so I gripped her hip bone, pushed my thumbs into her gorgeous sacral dimples, and thrust into her hard enough our thighs made a smacking sound. She wasn?t hating it. Her pussy gripped my cock like a pair of slick hands. She arched her back as far as she could and used the headboard to lever back into me. I started pounding her. Her fist or the headboard, I couldn?t be sure which, hit the wall over and over. Thump. Thump. Thump. ?Gonna come soon,? I said. I couldn?t hold out any longer. And I didn?t want to ruin it. ?Come in me. Come!? ?Ah, ah?,? you get the idea. We both grunted and screamed our release. My cock twiched and jerked inside her spraying out all my lust while her pussy clutched and pulled it all out of me. I thrust some more for a minute after we came just for the thrill of it. ?God,? I finally collapsed beside Rachel. She fell down half on top of me, so her head was under my chin. ?Mmm.? she nuzzled me. Rachel just lay there on top of me, sighing contentedly every so often. I didn?t have the breath to talk, but my mind raced. She?d never come with me before. Only a water jet would do it. And only if she humped it. Shower heads didn?t do it. We?d tried a number of toys but none worked. I got the impression she worked out religiously partly to get relief she couldn?t get in bed. ?Wow, um. Was that an Oscar worthy bit of acting or did that just happen?? ?Happened.? ?First time?? I had to know. ?I mean, have I been sucking this whole time and suddenly??. ?First time. I?ve almanbahis canlı casino (https://almanbahis.site/) never lied to you about that,? she said. To lighten the mood, and bolster my ego, I think, she added, ?and I like how you suck.? ?That was amazing.? ?Amazing?? she said with a low laugh. ?Honey, that was by far the best fuck of me life. Nothing else compares.? ?Wow, nothing?? She didn?t answer, instead Rachel started shaking, like she was laughing silently. I felt wetness on my chest and she sniffed. My wife never cried, either. I hugged her and rocked her. ?Is that what it?s like with other girls?? I guess she had insecurities too. How could she not? ?Raw and rough, sometimes, yeah. But not that intense, no,? I said. Rachel and I made love with careful attention to detail and each other. I always wanted her to have the best time she could, so I spent a lot of time on foreplay, oral sex, and after play. We almost never had raw sex. She liked giving me quickie blowjobs when she wasn?t up for all the effort of sex. ?Also, woohoo! No one?s ever told me I was the fuck of their life.? She laughed wetly and sniffed. I liked making her smile. ?Thank you,? she said. ?I?m so glad it happened with you.? My mouth closed and refused to open. A lump rose in my throat. I hugged her closer communicating feelings I couldn?t express verbally. Tears stung my eyes. Rachel moved up to kiss me. I tasted tears on her lips and kissed back, intimately, cautiously exploring her with my tongue. She welcomed me and kissed back. Rachel moved the rest of the way up to straddled me. She grabbed my cock and sat back onto it. I hadn?t even realized I was hard again. We made slow delicious love. Love like we usually do, intimate and wonderful. Like usual, she didn?t come but that was alright. Baby steps, or lightning in a bottle, or whatever. Rachel always claimed she enjoyed sex, and I believed her. We made love sweetly and often from the start. And she seemed more relaxed afterward. We were certainly always closer, after than before. But that night I?d seen her actually enjoying herself, carelessly glorious. I wanted her to have that again. So did she. We tried to make lightning strike twice the next night. Not even a spark. It didn?t strike the next night or one after that or for the next week. We tried everything, every position.We even watched porn, her idea. Nothing worked. We talked about it, too. I asked her about her state of mind, she?d been mad and worried and she was a bit drunk. Maybe that was it, we agreed. So we drank scotch and watched an hour of the RNC convention, plenty of anger and worry from that. Then we fucked. Nothing. ?The DNC has theirs next week. We can try again.? We waited. ?Kaine?? she said the next week, downing an entire shot of scotch. ?Who the fuck is that guy?? ?He?s a senator who?s not up for election from a southern swing state with a Democratic governor.? I said, pedantically, just so she?d be pissed at me, as well as with politics. I could see Rachel consider tackling me. We fucked instead of wrestling, which is good because I always lose. She?s a double black belt or whatever they call it in Aikido. No joy. I drilled her more. What had she done that day. It was routine. What had she been mad about at the bar? Was it something I did? It was nothing unusual, she said, just some guy hitting on her. Like I said, it?s not healthy to be the jealous type with a woman like Rachel. She usually didn?t get pissed when men make passes at her, it happened too frequently. So I pressed for details, why the anger? ?The jerk was polite about it. Nothing I haven?t heard before,? she said. I had my doubts about that. ?Look, let it go,? she said finally. ?Maybe it will happen, maybe not, but it?s starting to stress me out. It?s been a fun adventure trying, but let?s not kill ourselves looking for El Dorado when we?re already golden.? She pressed my arm affectionately and looked into my eyes. ?I?m super glad it happened with you and not those bozos before you.? I nodded and kissed her and reminded myself how lucky I was. She led me into the bedroom and we made sweet passionate love. It was fine and she went to sleep assured I?d let almanbahis casino (https://almanbahis.site/) it go. That?s a lie. I didn?t. I couldn?t. Okay? If Rachel had a ?on? button I had to find it. As an experiment, I recreated a date just like that night?s date, without telling Rachel, of course. Everything was the same except the calendar date and her outfit, this time she wore strappy stiletto sandals and a little black strappy dress to match, sans bra, as usual. Of course it wouldn?t stay secret, Rachel isn?t dumb. I wanted it to be natural and organic for her as long as I could make it. At the same hotel bar, I took off for the bathroom and stayed in there a good time longer than I needed. I got back in time to see the bartender taking away her empty glass. The droll look Rachel gave me as she picked up her fresh martini told me all I needed to know. ?I?m supposed to ask you where the fuck you?ve been, right? I don?t think nature called this time.? She took a sip without taking her eyes off mine. ?Good plan, but It didn?t work.? ?I think I?m gonna cry,? I said, sitting down. I took a sip of my margarita. ?Nothing?s worked.? ?I love you, honey.? She scooted over to kissed me on the cheek, then nearly fell off her bar stool trying to get back on it. ?Woops.? ?I guess, I?m driving.? ?Good idea!? ?You?re not mad?? There was always hope she would be. Something got her mad that night and something pushed her ?on? button and I couldn?t let go of the idea the two facts were related. ?Nah,? she said. She took another sip. ?But, I will be in the morning!? ?How many is that?? ?Lucky number four.? ?Great.? She must have pounded them. ?Maybe we should go.? ?You got every detail right. The restaurant, the food, this bar, and?? she laughed, waving her arm in the general direction of the bathrooms. ?What did you do in there for twenty minutes?? ?Email.? ?So sad,? she pouted. I had the sudden image of my cock against her puckered glossy lips. ?You?re not making me feel better.? ?Well, you didn?t let it go.? ?I?m really sorry. I wanted to find that button.? ?Button?? ?Your ?on? button.? ?You think...? she snapped. My angry blonde storm was back. ?You think I?m switched off?? ?Well shit,? I put my face in my hands. ?It doesn?t sound good when you say it like that.? ?Ya, think!? she said. She got up, smoothly this time, and made for the door. ?Pay the tab.? ?Wait,? I didn?t bother adding up the bill, I just threw bills on the bar and booked it. Things followed almost identically to that first special night, except I?d earned her wrath this time around. At home I poured myself a scotch and waited for hurricane Rachel to hit me. It never came, just like Rachel. We got into bed and she snuggled up against me just like before. I got hard instantly but Rachel didn?t roll over and pull me on her. She didn?t ask me to ?fuck? her. Instead her shook, crying silently. We?d skipped over the fun and gone straight for the sad. I held her and kept my stupid mouth shut. ?I caught on to what you were doing as soon as we got to the restaurant. Part of me hoped it would work, but it?s not the same,? she said, after calming down. ?I?m so sorry.? ?Please. Please don?t be sorry,? I said. I crushed her to me. ?I?m an idiot, I?ll let it go.? ?You tried,? she said. ?I know why and it?s sweet. I am switched off. I?m broken.? ?You?re perfect. I just want you to have the same fun I do.? ?I love you,? she whispered. ?Me too.? We lay there, feeling miserable until I kissed her ear. She scootched around for a proper kiss, the kind that leads to love making. We started with me on top then she put me in her mouth and got me hard so she could climb on me for a second go. Afterward, we lay together. I felt sad, calm and content. ?I won?t try anymore, I promise.? ?You really worked at it,? she said. ?I appreciate the effort.? ?Mhm.? Time passed, I might have fallen asleep. I remember the rest of the night like a dream. ?Hon?? ?Hmm?, I was so close to sleep. ?You missed a detail.? ?Hmm?? ?The guy,? ?At the door?? That would have been hard to recreate. ?The one that pissed me off,? she whispered. ?Mhm.? ?He didn?t.? ?Hrm?? ?I mean, he made me mad. But he didn?t make a pass, exactly.? ?Uhum?? ?He propositioned me.? ?Mhm.? ?Hon?? ?Hmm.? ?You awake?? ?Hmhm.? ?He thought I was working the bar.? She kept talking, I think, but I don?t remember it. The next morning I got to deal with a very hung over Rachel. Not a pleasant time. Not terrible either.