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From: VickieTern@aol.com (Vickie Tern)
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Subject: {ASSM} <Dulcinea> Annoyed (MF rom cons) by Vickie Tern
Date: Tue,  5 Jun 2001 02:10:05 -0400
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This kind of story shouldn't be read by anyone who shouldn't read 
this kind of story.  No exceptions!

(c) 2001 by Vickie Tern.  May be copied to any free archive, but let
me know please.  All comment welcome (VickieTern@aol.com).

	             Annoyed
                          (after Dulcinea)

                           by Vickie Tern
	(VickieTern@aol.com)


He'd been terribly busy all week, up early and gone too 
soon for even one quick squeeze of his wake-up 
erection.  Gone before she could get down to share a 
breakfast.  A few mornings ago she'd heard him rattling 
around and had fluffed her hair and pinched up her 
nipples and strolled into the kitchen, her trimmed bush 
peeking under her babydoll with each sway of her hips.  
Hoping he'd jump her.

Nothing.  He wasn't there.  She hadn't even heard him 
leave.

At night he'd phone he'd be late, just leave him a 
sandwich.  Then he'd sit at his desk past bed-time, 
nose buried in papers.  She'd stood behind him a few 
days ago, running her hands up and down his chest,
feeling her crotch grow moist.  "Just this week, honey, 
I'm nearly done," was all he'd said, not even looking 
up.  So she'd broken off and gone to bed alone.  Past 
midnight he'd crept in, careful not to wake her.  She 
felt neglected, increasingly resentful.  

Now late Friday, he'd come home smiling, bearing a big 
bouquet of fresh-cut daisies.  

"For you," he said.  "For being so patient."  

She took them without a word and slid them into a 
crockery vase he'd never liked.  

She knew she was being unfair.  They'd had this crisis 
at the office, he'd warned her it was coming, she was 
proud everyone trusted him to deal with it.  She should 
congratulate him.  But despite herself she was annoyed.  
"Thank you," she managed grudgingly.  "They're lovely."

"Not as lovely as you," he said. "Let's go to bed and 
kiss and make up!"

"Oh, have we quarreled?" she asked, one eyebrow raised.

"Make up for lost time I mean, honey," he said.  

"All right," she said.  She should make him wait, she 
thought.  But he took her in his arms and pressed his 
cock into her belly and hugged  her.  So she added,  
"It's been difficult for both of us."

"Very hard," he replied.

"Maybe for you," she said.  "Difficult for me."

No more word games.  He picked her up in a single 
swooping gesture and carried her upstairs, crossed the 
threshold of their bedroom and laid her down gently on 
the bed, legs over the side, breathing heavily.  On 
their wedding night a few years back it'd been 
effortless.  Swiftly he knelt between her knees, ducked 
under her full, pleated skirt, and plunged his face 
into her pussy.  

He encountered only her damp panty crotch, slick nylon 
stretched across her slit.  She felt vindicated, but 
then regretful.  So after a moment of nuzzling, she 
grandly lifted her buttocks and slid her lace panties 
out from under altogether.  A moment more and his nose 
was buried deep between her lips, his tongue licking up
juices that were starting to flow despite herself.  She 
finally had him where she wanted him.

She looked down and saw only her skirt, no husband, no 
lover, no man, but the most delicious feelings emerged 
from that place.  Was it a nose, a tongue, his lips 
nibbling her?  She began to moan.  Soon she clamped 
legs onto his invisible head and thrust her crotch
against it repeatedly in her first orgasm.  Then closed 
her eyes and felt herself rise toward another.

Her mind's eye recalled a slim young man she'd dated 
long before her marriage.  They'd gone sailing and 
gotten becalmed, and there'd been nothing to do but 
wait.  Well, almost nothing.  They'd gone into the 
cuddy cabin, and there as the little boat rolled
gently she'd lain on top of him and he'd rolled his 
head between her thighs, kissing and sucking her pussy 
while she bent toward his cock.  She'd rolled her 
tongue around it to lick up pre-cum she squeezed from 
it, then on impulse she'd sunk her whole face down,
burying him deep inside her head.  Her first cocksuck.  
He'd soon turned tense and cum had spurted down her 
throat as she came too. 


She'd then reversed position to squeeze him into her 
before he could soften, and that's how they were, 
licking cum from each others' faces, crotches beginning 
to move in unison, when a stiff wind also came up and 
they had to return to port.  

He'd never fucked her properly, that beautiful boy.  
They didn't meet again for years.

She decided that now it was high time.  She was ready.  
Eyes tight  shut, she lifted her skirt to her waist and 
tugged the head down there  up by its hair.  Now it was 
that slim young man who lay between her legs, not her 
husband fumbling to plunge his stiff member into her. 
The bed rocked beneath them both as she heaved and that 
boy lunged back at her.  She kissed his sweet cum-
soaked face passionately, and he kissed hers 
gratefully, and the winds rose within them both until 
he throbbed inside her uncontrollably, and her moans 
peaked into shrieks.

She came down thinking that it served him right, this 
man she'd married and had just cuckolded in her heart.  
Now they were even.  But still, she felt guilty.  Later 
when they were showering, reaquainting their soapy 
hands with each others crevices, she decided to confess 
her infidelity.  

"Do you remember your Uncle's boat, that summer we met 
and first got acquainted?"  She reached for his cock 
and once again held it.

"I've never forgotten," he said.  He lifted a breast in 
each cupped hand and bent to kiss her nipples tenderly, 
delicately.  

"If we'd actually made love that day, if that wind 
hadn't come up, do you think you'd have married me 
years later?  Wouldn't you have gotten what you'd 
wanted and then gone your way?"

"I did get what I wanted, and I keep wanting more." he 
said.  "And we did actually make love that day," he 
said.  "Both kinds.  I often remember it the way it 
should have been.  Just now again, in fact."

"Oh?" she asked.  "Just now?"

"Yes," he said.  

"You were such a beautiful boy," she said dreamily.  
"And now you're such beautiful man.  I've missed you 
all week."

"I've missed you terribly."

"I thought we were apart all week.  But I guess we're 
together sometimes even when we don't even know it."

He looked a little puzzled. 

"Yes," he said finally.  

She smiled.  Still naked, they returned to their cuddy 
cabin and sailed away for the entire weekend. 

END

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