Unspoken Pleasure

A week later, Kate met with her sister for brunch again. This time, thankfully, my wife came home buzzed and bubbly. It was like seeing the sun for the first time after weeks of storms.

"Tara laid down the law," Kate explained as she walked into our house, "And Jesse backed off." She wrapped her long arms around my neck and gave me a kiss. She started to lead me back to the bedroom. I followed her, like a giddy puppy.

As soon as we got to the bedroom, I reached back to unzip her dress, but she wagged her finger at me. Kate slipped away from my grasp, then turned out all the lights and closed the blinds. The room took on a dusky, tangerine tint. Kate went into the master bathroom. I heard her washing up.

I got naked and sat on the bed, waiting for her. Kate opened the door and gasped.

"Get under the covers, you naughty boy," she said, giggling.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

I did as I was told. The room was bright enough with the midday sun that I could make out the curves of my wife's incredible body as she crossed the room. The bed warmed as she slipped in beside me.

I rolled over and our lips met. At one point, I tried to turn Kate over so she would be on top of me, but she refused.

"Be good," Kate said, spreading her legs. I got the message and slid inside of her.

Kate squeezed her eyes shut as I penetrated her. She kissed me. "I love you so much," she said.

We got a good rhythm going. I reached down to squeeze Kate's breasts, the ample flesh overflowing my palms. She arched her back, reacting to my touch.

Like I said, both of us enjoyed sex well enough. But there were times when I wished for more. I wanted Kate to love it, to demand it, to be controlled by carnal need. Something about seeing my beautiful, innocent wife enraptured in ecstasy -- it actually exceeded my own, personal pleasure. But Kate would never abandon herself to the moment.

"You're getting close?" Kate asked as I strained against her.

I nodded. I knew what she was asking, but I kept pumping her. Hoping that maybe this time she'd let it go.

"Andy, what are you doing?" Kate asked. She was using her kindergarten teacher voice and it actually made me soften a little.

I sighed and pulled out, finishing myself with my hand. Kate handed me a wad of tissues from the nightstand, and I used that to snare my spend. She stroked my arm as I peaked, looking at me with wide, adoring eyes.

I flopped down next to her. Both of us breathing heavily. Slick with sweat. I felt this weird mix of post-sex satisfaction and frustration. Like some chunk of me was still looking for a way to finish.

At least I didn't have to use a condom, I thought to myself. Kate couldn't go on the pill for medical reasons, but I felt strongly that being married meant I didn't have to use protection anymore. It had been one hell of an argument at the time, but it was one of the few I'd won.

"What was that all about?" Kate asked lying back in bed. Her body looked languid but her deep brown eyes were like sparks. "Before."

"I thought maybe we could," I said, "You know. Start trying."

My beautiful wife shook her head. It would have been adorable if it wasn't so frustrating in the moment.

"You know I love kids," Kate said, "But I see them every day. I want us to enjoy our time as a couple while we still can. You know?"

"Right," I said, "I get it. Just got caught up. In the moment."

Kate leaned over me and kissed me, hard.

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"You'll get your chance," she said, "Someday. Soon."

*

Nearly a month passed. Kate didn't mention Tara's issue again, so I assumed it had been resolved. We went back to our normal lives. It was a moment, nothing more.

Then, on a random Wednesday in early April, Brian invited me out to lunch.

We walked across town to a new taco place that Brian had been raving about and grabbed a table near the back. The food was as good as Brian had promised and the atmosphere was fun with indie artwork on the walls and thumping tunes. Again, I felt a little out of place, but it was nice being out of the office, and Brian was fun company.

Based on his body, you'd think that Brian was one of those muscle-headed douchebag bros you meet at the gym. But, in truth, he was a sincerely nice guy. He was easy to talk to, pleasant to work with. His sunny attitude always shone through. I have to admit, I had a bit of a boy-crush on him.

We did the usual work talk while we ate -- complaining about contractors, worrying over deadlines, the usual. Then Brian got down to business. He told me that he and Vanessa were hosting a party that Saturday night and asked if Kate and I would join.

"This isn't your typical boring couple's night," Brian said, "There will be no brie or boardgames."

I raised an eyebrow, thinking of what Vanessa had told us over dinner. Was Brian inviting us to one of those parties? Brian laughed.

"No man, nothing like that," he said, "Look, will a few people end up doing stuff? Probably. But no one gets involved with anything they don't want to be a part of. Look, Nessa and I both really enjoyed dinner with you guys last month. We think you're a lot of fun and we'd like to have more fun with you. That's all."

Being honest, I was tickled by the thought that Brian and Vanessa liked us. They both seemed too cool, too good-looking, to get on with a couple like Kate and I. Oh, sure, Kate was a knockout, but I thought I was kind of average. And both of us were quiet, shy people. Hearing a popular guy like Brian say he enjoyed our company, well, I guess it stroked my ego a bit.

As to the event itself, I supposed it could be fun. Some small part of me whispered, too, that if a few people did end up hooking up, maybe Kate would see it and open up a little, as well. Nothing wrong with some healthy inspiration, right? But as soon as those words entered my head, reality washed over me. Even in college I didn't truly like parties. All the loud music and drunk dopes. It was something I had to endure rather than enjoy. And even if I could talk myself into it, somehow, there was no way that Kate would agree. She made me seem like an outgoing guy in comparison. There was just no way that we would be attending this event.

"I appreciate the offer," I said, feeling a mixture of regret and relief as I spoke. "We like you guys a lot too and we'd love to hang out again sometime. But we're not party people."

Brian nodded, knowingly. He started to speak, paused, then started again.

"Let me ask you something," he said, "How long have you and Kate been together?"

"Eleven years," I said, "We met when we were both fresh out of college."

"You're happy?"

"Oh yes, definitely," I said.

"But there's things you'd change, right?" Brian asked, leaning in conspiratorially.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Sure you do," Brian said, "Nothing's ever perfect. Like, Nessa's always after me about leaving my workout stuff around the house. Stuff like that."

"Oh," I said, "Oh yes. Of course. That's being married."

"Exactly," Brian said, "There are things that you want. That she wants. Things that you'd change about the other person, if you could. See, some people look at marriage as an ending. Happily ever after, right? But I see it as a beginning, the start of becoming your best self."