Chapter 2 - Dealing with Change
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Dan inched along Route 128 at five miles per hour. It was the evening rush
hour and the normally slow traffic had come to a crawl. The traffic radio said
there was a multi-vehicle accident several miles ahead. Dan's thoughts wandered
to his marriage problems for what he calculated must be the thousandth time.
Like usual, he found himself talking about his frustration out loud.
"How can Candace justify her complete lack of interest in sex? She's even in
denial that I think there's a problem. I heard her telling Bernice Creswell the
other day that she considered her marriage as perfect as possible. Where the
fuck did she get that idea?" thought Dan as he waited for the car ahead of him
to move.
Okay, I screwed up when we were first married and agreed with all her nonsense
that sex was only for having kids and even masturbation was a sin. I was so
crazy about her and anxious to marry her I would have agreed to anything. It's
my own fault, my dick's not being sucked."
Far up ahead, Dan could see the flashing lights of the police and the tow
trucks. He continued his diatribe.
"Catholics normally have more kids than most. They must do some fucking. I
know I told her I agreed with her that sex was a sin unless it was for
procreation not pleasure. What a dumb thing to agree with. Why the hell did I
ever say that?"
"Why did she get married if she thinks sex is a sin and a married couple is
not supposed to enjoy it? I married a nun or at the least a nun want to be.
Why was I such an idiot? I thought she would change after we married but I swear
it's gotten worse. At least, I used to occasionally see her naked but now, she
undresses in the bathroom. We even make love in the dark when she can't find an
excuse not to. If you call making love, her lying there not moving a muscle
waiting for me to finish. Then she runs into the bathroom like I had filled her
vagina with poison. I can hear her douching her cunt like she was desperate to
get my evil jism out of her holy snatch. "
Dan reached down and felt his cock through his trousers. He was already hard.
It was weird how even though he couldn't find a positive word to say about their
sex life, these tirades made him hard as a rock. He'd almost reached the point
where he felt he would never have a satisfactory sex life with his wife. As he
rubbed his cock, he vented more anger.
"I'm going to have to start visiting a prostitute or have an affair or
something. I got to get some relief, something besides jerking off in the shower
every morning. Fantasies about Candace and me in three ways or me watching her
screw other men or eat pussy can only take you so far. I need some real
flesh-to-flesh sex. "
"I'd like to see her spread out naked servicing a long line of men. I'd be
number twelve and when my big hard cock pushed into her twat, the other eleven
guy's cum would ooze out onto her cunt and drip down on my balls. Her nipples
would be swollen and red form being chewed on by the other men. Or maybe I'd ram
it in that virgin ass of hers and feel blooding oozing around my dick. Shit,
Daniel, get yourself under control. That kind of nonsense isn't mentally
healthy. She's your wife and the mother of your daughter and you still love
her."
Dan thought about all the things he had done to encourage Candace to have some
interest in sex. Things she had pointedly ignored. For her birthday, he had
gotten her a subscription to Cosmopolitan that she threw in the trash as soon as
the postman delivered it. He had purchased videotapes on the "joy of sex" that
she had refused to watch. He had argued with her that she had a duty as a wife
to take an interest in sex and make it pleasurable for both of them. She had
replied that sex according to the church's teaching was for the purpose of
procreation not pleasure. The funny thing is that she's not listening to
anything I say. I also heard her tell Bernice Creswell that we were in one
hundred percent agreement about the proper role of sex in a Catholic marriage."
"I'm married to one of the most beautiful woman anywhere with a terrific face
and figure. She could have been a model or gone to Hollywood; everyone said that
when she was in college. I can get an erection just thinking about those long
legs, that tight little butt and those firm beautiful breasts. I'm like a kid in
a candy store with no money."
When other men met Candace they envied Dan. One of his co-workers had actually
said something to him after the last office Christmas party.
"What did you do to deserve her? I wish my wife looked half that good. If you
ever want to swap for a weekend, let me know."
"He'd send her back after the first half hour," thought Dan.
"The problem is that the only thing that Candace gets excited about are things
like her Catholic Women's Retreat this weekend. Just what my love life needs, a
wife who thinks spending a weekend at a convent is exciting."
The traffic jam finally broke up and Dan reached his exit. Like always he
repeated the countervailing arguments to himself as he drove into his garage.
"I love Candace. I love her so much and I couldn't live without her. I love
Briana. Candace is a wonderful mother. She has character and she's very bright
and funny when she wants to be. I have a good job, a terrific family and maybe
one day things will change and I will have a sex life."
Daniel entered the house through the kitchen. Candace was helping Briana put
together a puzzle. Daniel took one look at his wife and immediately noticed some
changes.
"I like," said Daniel Williams as he kissed his wife on the cheek. He leaned
down to pick up Briana and gave her a hug. Briana squealed and gave her daddy a
fierce hug.
"What do you like?" asked Candace.
"The new Candace, you win a free makeover?"
"I decided I need a little cheering up. Macy's was having a sale and there was
a special at the new salon and spa in the mall. I had a coupon so I gave them a
try. Even at half off, I spent quite a bit over my usual. I hope you don't
mind."
"No, we can afford it. I'm glad the salon was having a special too? I like
your hair. It makes you look younger."
"I saw it in a book at the salon. The stylist said it was just perfect for my
face. I was hoping you'd like it."
"I like it a lot but I'm just a little surprised."
"Really, why?"
"Well, for starters, that's the shortest skirt I've ever seen you in, not that
you don't have the kind of legs other women would die for, don't get me wrong,
I'm all for it, Those long skirts make you look old. I'm just like I said, a
little surprised."
"Summer is coming and I felt it was too hot for long skirts. Blame it on
global warning."
"Too hot to wear a bra," asked Dan realizing that he could clearly see
Candace's nipples poking through the thin cotton top she was wearing. Dan had
seen Candace throw away brassieres and blouses that permitted her nipples to
show. Immodest was the way Candace had described sweaters that permitted her
teats to create visible bumps.
"Yes, I may be having some female hormone issues, hot flashes,
pre-menopausal."
"Goodness, Candace, you're only twenty-seven," said Dan looking concerned.
"I know. But I've been feeling a little strange lately. I made an appointment
with Doctor Abrams."
"Now, I'm starting to worry," said Dan as he came over to take his wife into
his arms for a hug. He was surprised when instead of the usual kiss on the
cheek; she turned her head and kissed him on the lips. She nestled her body into
his and then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again. Her lips
felt warm and moist. Dan felt her bra-less breasts push against his chest. When
he let her go, he would have sworn her nipples looked larger.
"Wow, whatever is wrong, I hope some of its effects are permanent and not a
health problem," said Dan. Dan almost suggested they reschedule their monthly
intercourse to tonight but decided not to push his luck. Candace allowed him to
have intercourse with her one Saturday each month.
Later, as they got ready for bed, Dan noticed that Candace instead of
retreating into the bathroom and putting on a nightgown, undressed right in
front of him. What really shocked him was that when she slipped out of her
skirt, she was wearing panties very unlike the full cut cotton panties she had
worn ever since he had known her. These were lace and cut high on the sides with
just a brief triangle covering her sex.
"New lingerie too?"
"These were on sale. I thought they were pretty. The clerk said it was the
most popular style they sold. They're called thongs. What do you think?" Candace
turned around to show him there was only a small triangle of fabric covering her
butt.
"They're very nice and they look good on you," was all that Dan could manage.
He pictured himself removing her panties with his teeth then licking up and down
the crack of her ass.
But what made him really astounded Dan was when Candace removed the panties to
reveal a shaved delta.
"I didn't know you shaved down there, not that I see you naked that often.
When did that happen?"
"Today, I got a Brazilian bikini wax at the spa. It hurt like hell when they
pulled the wax strips off. All that pubic hair was too warm. This feels much
cooler. Tell me did they remove all the hair?" Candace climbed up on the bed in
the table position and spread her legs. Dan found himself looking at a
completely bald ass hole and two pink pussy lips. Candace reached her hand
between her legs and spread her labia.
"Were they thorough?" asked Candace holding her labia apart.
"I can't see a single hair. How do they do that?" Dan was keenly aware of how
shy Candace was about her body. He had a hard time picturing Candace being
willing to let strangers at a spa see her naked.
"The first step is to get naked. Then you get up on a table in the all fours
position like I'm in now. The spa girl spread my cheeks and snipped my butt
hairs with scissors. They then apply a thin coat of melted wax and place strips
of cloth on the wax. When the wax hardens, they yank the strips off taking the
small hairs with them. I had to put my fist in my mouth to keep from screaming.
Then I turned over and she did the same thing to my pubic mound and labia. That
was the part that hurt like hell."
"You must really be concerned about global warming to be willing to go through
all that. I'm surprised you weren't too embarrassed to let a woman touch you
down there."
"She was Brazilian and had beautiful dark chocolate skin. Silly, it's okay to
let another woman touch my pussy. You haven't told me whether you like it or
not? Rub your hand over it and feel how smooth it is?"
"The news has been reporting how global warming would be changing our
environment. I guess I just didn't appreciate how close to home some of the
changes might be, is global warming responsible for your starting to swear?"
Dan felt his cock getting hard as he passed his fingers over Candace's
vagina. He traced his fingers around her asshole. He had to admit there wasn't a
trace of a hair. He resisted the urge to place his mouth on her asshole and
start licking. He was shocked to feel wetness on the surface of her labia. It
took all his self-control not to run his finger into her cunt and finger fuck
his wife. Somehow he had the impression, Candace wanted him to do just that. He
sensed that she was provoking him to take her right then and there. He thought
he detected a low moan when he touched her labia. However, he knew that couldn't
be. I better control myself and not make any sudden uninvited moves.
"What do you mean?"
"You just said 'it hurt like hell and you used the word pussy', I've never
known you to swear."
"I did, didn't I? I'll have to confess that next week at St. Marks. Anyway, I
wanted to stay cool this summer. So, it's okay with you?"
"Yes, I wish you'd done it last summer or even the summer before, staying cool
is a terrific idea. I'm going to brush my teeth." Dan knew he had to leave the
room to calm down or he would be trying to talk Candace into sex or even worse
throwing her down on the bed and ramming his cock in her. He thought her make
over was wonderful, the answer to his prayers. Maybe now she will open up about
her body and sex. Who knows she might agree to screw him once a week instead of
once a month.
"But I'm going to take it slow and feel my way. I don't want to upset her,"
decided Dan. He was terrified that if he rushed her, it might ruin everything.
Later, Dan thought it even stranger when Candace slipped into bed wearing a
new negligee. Her breasts were clearly visible through the thin material. In six
years of marriage, she had always slept in flannel nightgowns or pajamas that
covered everything.
"New sleepwear too, that's very pretty, you're so beautiful," said Dan as he
kissed Candace goodnight and turned off the light.
To Dan there was definitely something happening. He pondered the changes in
Candace as he waited for sleep to come. The question was what or why, actually
both. Dan hoped she was okay. He had been alarmed when she mentioned hormone
problems. God could this be a permanent change or just a one day thing due to
some crazy swing of her hormones? I hope not thought Dan as lay there resisting
the urge to roll over on Candace and see if she would let him have intercourse
with her.
While he liked the idea of a wife that dressed younger and sexier, he was
having trouble adjusting to the amount of change occurring in a single day.
Plus, the changes seemed to be happening without any cause he could discern.
After they turned out the light, Dan executed a mental checklist of the
changes in his wife.
"Ankle length skirt and long sleeve blouse replaced by very short and tight
jeans skirt and sexy tank top with no bra, nipples clearly visible. Clingy thin
material of the top revealed not only her nipples but also her areola. You could
actually see those fucking milk bumps. God what do I do if she starts to dress
this way all the time but still has the same negative attitude toward sex. I'll
fucking kill myself."
"And can you believe it, she was wearing a thong. The kind that's made to
shove to one side so your date can feel your pussy and even slip his cock inside
without you taking down your drawers, a fucking thong of all things," thought
Dan feeling his cock get hard.
"Another thing was that her normal practice of making sure husband never sees
her naked replaced by casually undressing right in front of him and sleeping in
a sexy negligee instead of ugly flannel pajamas. She had her cunt and asshole
waxed by another woman. She even let me touch her shaved cunt and see her
asshole. I'm not sure I've ever seen her asshole before in all the years we've
been married. I could fall in love with the little brown pucker if she'd let me.
Please God. Don't let me forget that shaved cunt when I'm jerking off in the
shower tomorrow."
Dan wondered if aliens have kidnapped his wife and substituted one of their
own. Maybe she just saw how unhappy I am and decided to change for the sake of
our marriage. Candace is very smart. She was a straight A student in college.
I've seen her watch Jeopardy and answer every question correctly. Some of her
professors thought she was a genius. Or maybe like she said, her hormones were
out of kilter and this is the result. Dan was both pleased and concerned.
Something just didn't make sense.
