Nice Couples Do (6 page)

Then there was Tracy, who correctly interpreted her husband Paul’s unspoken request.

TRACY AND PAUL’S STORY

Tracy was an average-looking twenty-six-year-old woman who did her best to look anything but average. She had curly black hair that she wore short so that it formed a small cloud around her head. She frequently wore huge earrings that hung down to her shoulders. Her makeup highlighted her large brown eyes and smooth skin and she wore clothes that accentuated her figure, but she never really felt good about the way she looked.

Tracy’s banker husband, Paul, was twenty-seven and attractive enough that Tracy occasionally became jealous at parties when some woman paid too much attention to him. He was six feet tall and worked out at least twice a week to keep his almost two-hundred-pound body firm.

Tracy and Paul had been married for five years. Before they were married, their sex life had been great, but after the ceremony, Paul’s lovemaking became routine. A year earlier, Tracy had been tempted to have a brief affair with a handsome man she met at work, but, in the age of AIDS, she was afraid to indulge her desires. More recently, Paul had spent a weekend at a convention and, after a long evening of partying, had ended up in bed with a sexy conventioneer from another state. Other than those brief encounters, Paul and Tracy had been monogamous.

One afternoon, Tracy and Paul and another couple, Sarah and Gil, went to the beach. They walked down to an area where there were only a few other people, spread their blanket, and dropped their belongings. Tracy pulled off her T-shirt and shorts and sat down next to her husband.

As she sat, she became aware that Paul’s eyes were riveted on Sarah, who was slowly unbuttoning her blouse. As Gil egged her on, she did a slow striptease, taking almost five minutes to reveal her skimpy bikini. As Tracy looked down at the bulge in the front of Paul’s trunks, she couldn’t misread his reaction.

As they lay in bed that evening, Tracy hesitantly said, “I was watching you as Sarah slowly took off her clothes today. Did it excite you as much as I think it did?”

Paul was a bit embarrassed by the question, but he answered truthfully, “Yeah, I guess it did.”

“Did you ever go to a strip show?” Tracy asked.

Paul sighed and gazed at the ceiling. “Once, some years ago, some of us went to a topless bar after work. The stripping was real ritualized. You know, three girls each took off their clothes at the same time. Each of them looked bored. One actually looked annoyed at the customers for being there and making her bother with it all.” His eyes closed as he momentarily lost himself in the memory.

Tracy waited silently and hoped he would continue.

After a few moments, he opened his eyes and looked at his wife. “I guess I have to admit that it was very exciting in spite of everything,” he said. “Today, at the beach, just watching a woman slowly exposing herself…”

Tracy leaned over and kissed him.

They made love again in the morning. It seemed to Tracy that just talking about that scene improved their sex life.

The more Tracy thought about Paul’s reaction, the more she became intrigued by the idea of helping him act out this bit of fantasy. She wasn’t sure that when the time came she would be able to carry it off, but, judging from Paul’s ardor, it would be worth the effort.

About a week later, she was ready to try. She arranged for each of the children to be away overnight. She cooked a special dinner and served a bottle of white wine. She wasn’t sure whether the wine was to improve Paul’s mood or to give her courage, but it did both.

While Paul went into the living room and settled in front of the television, Tracy went into the bedroom and changed into the outfit she had planned over the past week. It had been exciting just buying the different pieces, each in a different store. She had hunted for the shoes for three days.

She finished her makeup and checked her image in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. It was the first time she had seen the entire outfit and she was startled at the different woman who looked back at her. Could she be that person? What the hell, she said to herself. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. And she did have quite a bit to gain. She took a deep breath, went back into the living room, and sat in a chair across from Paul. She demurely crossed her legs.

“You changed your clothes,” Paul said as he glanced up from the TV. Tracy was now wearing a tight black skirt with a long slit up one side. She had on a white blouse that closed up the front with fifteen buttons, only ten of which were buttoned, black stockings, and black shoes with five-inch spike heels.

“And you look… different.” Paul’s eyes wandered over her body.

She had put her makeup on differently, with more drama around the eyes. Her lipstick was a deep shade of red, which matched the shade she had used on her nails. “Do you like the look?” she asked seductively.

“Yeah, I do. You look great. Are you going to come over and sit next to me while we watch the movie?” Paul patted the cushion next to him as he began hesitantly to describe the movie he had intended to watch. His eyes never left Tracy’s body.

While he talked, Tracy began to run her finger up and down her neck as she played with her large golden hoop earrings. As her fingers moved idly, they strayed to her chest and one finger slid into the valley between her breasts. Gradually she became aware that Paul had stopped talking and was just watching her finger stroke up and down the center of her chest. She loved the feeling of his eyes on her, of having his undivided attention.

She reached over and picked up her wineglass and sipped a bit. She swallowed and then ran her tongue around her lips, very slowly.

She uncrossed and recrossed her legs, allowing the slit to fall open. Tracy had always been proud of her long, shapely legs, which were shown off to their best advantage in her black stockings.

As she watched Paul’s eyes, darkened with lust, caress her legs, she was suddenly very turned on. It felt like a stranger was watching her do something very bad.

She reached up and unbuttoned three more buttons. She had bought a lacy white bra that hooked in the front. She had deliberately bought it one cup size too small so that it pushed her breasts up and deepened her cleavage.

“I’ve never seen you like this, Tracy,” Paul said as he licked his lips.

At that moment, Tracy was afraid that he would add something that would break the spell and she would lose her nerve, but all he said was, “I like what I see.”

Tracy could feel her nipples harden under Paul’s scrutiny and they pressed against the cups of her bra. She continued to unbutton her blouse until it fell open. Paul was staring at her breasts, which spilled out of the tight lace.

Tracy sat up and leaned forward to give Paul a better view while she removed the blouse. Then she dropped it on the floor. She sipped her wine as Paul’s eyes looked her over from head to foot.

On a whim, she took the chilled glass and ran it over her upper chest and across her upper abdomen. The cold was very erotic and the moisture from the outside of the glass made her skin shine. She put the glass down and used her fingertips to spread the film of moisture around her abdomen and ribs.

Paul reached for his glass and took a long drink, but his eyes never left Tracy’s fingers as they wandered over her skin.

She recrossed her legs and her skirt rode still higher. A thin line of pink flesh was now exposed above the tops of her stockings.

“You never wore stockings like that before,” Paul said hoarsely.

“I never did a lot of things before,” Tracy said. The line sounded corny, but Paul didn’t seem to mind. He just continued to stare.

After a moment, Tracy reached down and unhooked the bra. She let it fall open, but her breasts remained in the cups. She watched Paul’s hands as he idly ran his fingers over the rough fabric on the sofa. It was as though his fingers craved sensation, any sensation.

Slowly, Tracy’s fingers danced up and down between her breasts until finally her thumb and index finger grasped one cup of her bra. She saw that Paul was holding his breath. She took a long time to pull the cup to the side and expose her breast.

Her nipples were hard and swollen. She fondled her breast and gently pinched and pulled at the nipple. Paul’s eyes never left her fingers. It was as if he had never seen her before.

Tracy rested her head against the back of the chair as she duplicated her motions with her other hand on her other breast.

She leaned forward and pulled the bra off. Paul shifted his position and Tracy watched the small movement as he adjusted his slacks to a more comfortable position.

With one hand, she continued to stroke her breast while she rested the other on her knee. She slowed the motion on her breast and ran her fingers up the inside of her thigh, just to the top of her stocking. Then she stroked back down to her knee again.

Paul’s eyes flicked back and forth from the hand on her thigh to the one on her breast.

“More?” Tracy asked softly. She knew the answer but wanted affirmation from Paul.

He could only nod.

Tracy stood up. After two pregnancies, she had lost pride in her breasts. They sagged more than she wished, but now, watching Paul’s face, she raised her elbows and looked down. She could see her large nipples, dark brown and more swollen than she could ever remember.

She looked back at Paul. Whatever complaint she had with her reflection in her mirror, she had no complaint with her reflection in her husband’s eyes.

Her skirt had buttons from the top of the slit to the waist. One by one, she opened the buttons until only her hands kept the skirt wrapped around her waist.

“Yes?” she asked.

“Please,” Paul said.

She gently let the skirt fall to the floor. She had bought a pair of black lace panties, which covered the black garter belt that held up her stockings.

Tracy could see the big bulge in the front of Paul’s slacks. She loved the idea that she had caused it without ever touching him.

She inserted her thumbs under the waistband of her panties, but Paul said breathlessly, “Not yet.”

He stood up and took out his wallet. He pulled out a ten-dollar bill and sat back down. He reached out and rubbed the bill up the inside of Tracy’s thigh. Then he tucked it into the top of one stocking.

She was now a paid stripper, a pro. The thought made her even wetter, hungrier for Paul. But a stripper should give a complete show. Agonizingly slowly, she again hooked her thumbs inside the waistband of her panties and pulled them down an inch at a time.

It took several long minutes for her pants to join her blouse, skirt, and bra on the floor at her feet.

When she started to unhook the garters from the stockings, Paul whispered, “Leave them on. I want to make love to you that way.”

Paul stood up and put one arm around Tracy’s shoulders. His other hand was on her breast, squeezing her nipple. “Come upstairs,” he said, his voice barely audible.

They walked up to the bedroom and Tracy sat on the edge of the bed. Dressed only in the garter belt, stockings, and shoes, she leaned back on her elbows while Paul undressed. Her curly dark pubic hair showed clearly below the garter belt.

As Paul pulled down his slacks and underpants, Tracy saw that his cock was enormous.

Paul stood in front of her, naked. He reached down and grasped his penis. “See what you did?” he said hoarsely. “You made me want you.”

“And I want
you,
” Tracy said, spreading her thighs.

Paul sat down on the bed next to her as she lay back. He leaned down and put his mouth around her nipple as he slid his hand between her legs.

Tracy closed her eyes. Somehow, it feels like I’m making love to a stranger, someone who paid me to strip and has now bought me for the evening. The feeling of this stranger’s fingers stroking the wet flesh between her legs made her so hot.

Tracy grasped her husband’s throbbing penis. She put the tip against her wet vagina and pressed upward with her hips. Without any hesitation, he quickly rolled her over on top of him and pressed her into a sitting position. With one motion, he lifted her and set her down on his immense penis.

She kicked off her shoes and pressed her stockinged legs against his sides. She used Paul’s flanks to stroke the insides of her thighs through the silky nylon.

She alternately lifted her hips and then ground them against Paul as he thrust upward into her over and over. His fingers dug into the flesh at her waist and he pressed her more tightly onto his cock.

“It’s so good,” she cried. “You feel so good inside of me.”

He could feel her lacy garter belt under his fingers. “God, I’m going to come deep inside of you,” he screamed, and he poured his semen inside of her.

With a sigh, she collapsed on top of him and wrapped her arms around his heaving chest. She placed her cheek against his nipples and listened as his heart pounded.

They slept pressed tightly together. When they woke the next morning, Tracy remembered that she still had her stockings and garter belt on. As she started to get up to remove them, Paul said simply, “Not yet, my little stripper.”

They didn’t get up for another hour.

4

FIRST TIMES

I’
ve discussed some ways to introduce new sexual activities. Now the question becomes “Like what?” I’ve already mentioned a few. Maggie discovered the power of lingerie and Dave and Judy found that control was a key to their excitement. Are there things for everyone? I think so.

Until recently, it was believed that men and women had different and frequently incompatible sexual needs. Mother told daughter and the media reinforced the myth. As a child, I was told that men have a physical drive that makes them want, indeed need, sex more often than women. A woman must never deny her husband his “marital rights.” If you’re not in the mood, oh well. Make the best of it and pretend to enjoy yourself so you won’t wound his delicate male ego. It may not have ever been spelled out in exactly those words, but the message was clear nonetheless.