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Subject: {ASSM} RP Tom Bombadil's The Forgetful Husband - [ M/F, rom, slow ]
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The Forgetful Husband - [ M/F, rom, slow ]

By Tom Bombadil  (c) 1997
Short story #23


Disclaimer:  All the standard rules apply.  If you are offended by 
explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is illegal to 
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reading it, stop right now and remove this text from your computer.

This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions 
described by me coming straight out of my imagination.  As a work of 
fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities or actions 
described, nor does it relate to any type of real events in my life, or 
known to me in the lives of any of my friends or relatives.

You've been warned.

I give permission for anyone to share or archive this story.

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Teresa checked herself in the mirror for the last time.  It was just a 
quick look because all they were doing was going out shopping, going to 
the beauty parlor, then having a relaxing dinner someplace.  Nice tan 
slacks, nice off-white blouse, comfortable undergarments, comfortable 
shoes, and a light jacket for later.  Her makeup was understated - just 
enough to highlight her deep brown eyes and high cheekbones.  She would 
touch up later before dinner.  

"You ready yet, honey?"

That came from her husband, Wayne.  He was waiting downstairs, impatient 
as usual.  That was one of his few faults.  Another was forgetfulness, 
she reminded herself.  Today, Saturday, they had been married for ten 
years and one day.  Yesterday, they had stayed at home and watched 
television, had a normal supper, and gone to bed early.  They hadn't 
even made love.  It was the fourth anniversary in a row he had 
forgotten.  This year, she had even arranged for their two boys to be 
away at summer camp.

Like the other times, she knew he would remember in a few days, a few 
weeks at most, and be all apologetic about it, and she would forgive him 
numerous times.  Even knowing that, it still hurt a little.  Reminding 
him, though, was the one thing she didn't want to do.  That would make 
her sound like her sister, the nag, something she consciously and 
studiously avoided.

Following him out to the car, she once again studied how he looked.  
Just over six feet tall, he had put on a few pounds since their 
marriage.  Not much, but enough to soften the hard chest and washboard 
stomach he once sported.  Despite his thirty-four years, his hair was 
still jet black and his step firm and strong.  And she loved those 
broad, muscular shoulders and that powerful back.  

Today, despite their itinerary, he was impeccably dressed.  White 
starched shirt, charcoal grey suit, black shoes, and a tasteful tie.  
Everything fit perfectly, of course, and made him look even better than 
he normally did.

"There's something important I need to take care of today," he had told 
her.  "I'm not sure when, so I'll be bringing my pager.  Everything will 
be handled downtown, so it shouldn't interfere too much with our day.  
Maybe an hour or two at the most.  Okay honey?"  He punctuated his 
request with a quick kiss to her cheek.

She had agreed, of course.  His work was as important to him as hers was 
to her.  The only difference was, he earned money and she didn't.  He 
made enough for them both to live comfortably, so the odd evening or 
Saturday lost wasn't a big problem for her.

Teresa just regretted losing the big days.

--

The first stop on their list was a department store.  Teresa needed some 
new underthings and wanted a new blouse or two.  That took more than two 
hours, since Wayne seemed more than a little playful, teasing her with 
some sheer, sexy bra and panty combos, and even dragging her over to 
look at some teddies and babydolls.  She told him to behave and quit 
embarrassing her.  The shy, retiring type he wasn't.  Teresa got back at 
him by pulling him over to the men's department and holding up different 
pairs of shorts on him, including several pairs of g-string pouches.

The next stop was his tailor.  He needed a new blue suit.  All the 
measuring and fitting took another hour.

Lunch was a quick bite at a cheapo restaurant.  Her husband definitely 
looked out of place in that greasy spoon.  At least he didn't get any of 
his B.L.T. on him.  She enjoyed a small salad with coffee.  From there 
they went through a jewelry store, a shoe store, and an electronics 
shop.  Their last stop before dinner was the beauty parlour.

"Hey Teresa, how'ya doin'?"  That was Sandra, her hairdresser.  Sandra 
had been doing her hair longer than Teresa had known Wayne.  

"Good.  And you?"

"Ah, the usual.  Hairdos, facials, blue rinses, perms, etcetera, 
etcetera."  Her Bronx accent made everything sound like a sneer.  "You 
know.  Blah heads come in, beautiful people go out.  You here fer the 
works today?"

"No.  Wayne's with me, so I don't have time for any more than the 
usual."

"Aw, that's too bad, 'cause I just had a cancel right after you.  
Could'a done you up right spiffy-like."

That's when Wayne's pager went off.  He made a quick call on his cell 
phone.

"Hon, it looks like I'm needed now.  I'll be gone for about two hours, 
okay?"

"All right.  Two hours?  Where will we meet?"

"How 'bout right here?" said Sandra.  "Or aren't you into gettin' the 
full treatment today?"  She winked at Wayne when Teresa wasn't watching.

Wayne shrugged.  "Sounds good to me."  When his wife turned away from 
him, he winked back at the hairdresser.  

Taking advantage of her turned back, he bent over and tickled the side 
of her neck with his lips.

"Hey, stop that!" she giggled, leaning away from his lips.  She then 
pulled away when he started tickling the other side of her neck with his 
fingers.

"You going to stay here?  It'll probably be easier than arranging to 
meet someplace else," he said.

Teresa let them twist her arm a little.  Under protest, she agreed, 
although her protesting was very feeble and quite perfunctory.  If there 
was one thing she loved, it was being pampered and spoiled.  And the 
people in that salon knew how to do it right.

--

Two hours later, cut, coiffured, facialed, perfumed, manicured, 
pedicured, and freshly made-up, she saw him walk in.  He made straight 
for her.

"My, my.  Aren't you the prettiest young thing?  You look as good today 
as the day I married you."  Wayne smiled as he took her into his arms.

She liked the compliments, even though she knew they weren't true.  Ten 
years and two kids had taken their toll, although she could still fit 
into her wedding dress.  She had tried it on a few days beforehand, 
reliving old memories, remembering their wedding, the reception, and the 
hotel room where she figured they conceived their first child.  It was 
one night after their wedding night, which had been spent in an airport.  
That second night had been a time of wild passion and wanton lust.  No 
tenderness or soft, romantic time was wanted by either of them.  Even 
ten years later, she could feel the heat the two of them had generated.  
It still brought a tingle to her clit and a tightness to her nipples.


Dinner was a surprise.  While she knew he had made reservations at the 
Skyline Towers hotel, she had assumed it was in the downstairs 
restaurant.  Instead, they took the elevator to the rooftop dining 
lounge.  

"I feel positively underdressed in this place!"  While nice, the clothes 
she had worn were casual, meant for shopping and looking around in.  
They weren't chosen with a fancy and expensive restaurant in mind.

"Nonsense.  You look absolutely gorgeous."  He brushed aside all of her 
concerns, telling her they were there for them, not for other people, 
and she was dressed just fine.  She let him figuratively twist her arm 
again.  It was only the second time for her in that fancy restaurant, 
and she did feel a little underdressed, but she held her head high and 
proud regardless.  At least her Wayne was getting some appreciative 
glances from a number of the female patrons.  Teresa did notice a few 
men's heads turning as she walked by.

Their table was in the far corner, where they had an unobstructed view 
of the entire southern and western horizons -- city, mountains, river 
and all.  It was a breathtaking sight from thirty-six stories up.  

During their salad, Wayne started holding her hand under the table.  
While that wasn't too unusual, his tickling her palm was a little out of 
character.  She waited until their waiter was cleaning up the first 
round of dirty dishes before tickling him back.  The waiter gave him an 
odd glance when he suddenly sat up like someone had pinched his bottom.  
Teresa had just pinched his bottom.

After a dinner of lobster, shrimp, pasta, and some decent wine, they had 
dessert, watching the sun set.  Somewhere in that plant-bedecked 
restaurant, a small jazz band played.  Wayne leaned over, pulled Teresa 
close with one arm, kissed her on the cheek, and started stroking her 
neck and shoulder.

"You know, they have dancing here later too.  Feel up to it?" he asked.

By this time, Teresa was a little suspicious about Wayne's motives and 
plans.

"I'd love to - except ..."

"Except, what?"

"Except I'm not dressed for it.  I can't go dancing wearing these 
things.  If you had warned me, I would have worn something different or 
brought a change of clothes."

"Well, I guess we'll just have to do something about that, won't we.  
Let's go."

"Where are we going?" asked Teresa.  "I mean, by the time we got home 
and back, it would be after midnight!"

"Just come along.  You'll see."

They left after paying the bill.  However, instead of heading down in 
the elevator, Wayne led her along the hall to a door numbered 3401 and 
pulled a key out of his pocket.  He unlocked the door, then pulled her 
to him and gave her another warm kiss.

"Happy anniversary dear."  Teresa was ushered into the room.  She gasped 
as she saw the honeymoon suite.  Lit by a dozen electric candles, there 
were vases and bouquets of flowers spread throughout the room, a bottle 
of sparkling wine chilling in an ice bucket, and several packages lying 
on the bed.  A huge picture window overlooked the city, giving a view of 
mountains, the last vestiges of sunset, some early stars, and a 
cityscape far below.

"What on earth?"  Teresa was simply amazed at what she saw.  

Wayne wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and whispered in her 
ear.  "Like what you see?"

"I love it!  But how?  When?"

With a chuckle, he answered.  "I told you I had something important to 
do today.  Do you remember another hotel room from a few years ago?  
Like ten years ago today?"

She leaned back into his arms.  Something hard was pushing into her 
backside.  A tingling started between her legs.

"Yes, I remember."  With a wiggle of her bottom, she continued, "There 
seems to be something else familiar here as well."  Wayne's response was 
to move his hands up to her breasts.

"Can I look and see what else is here?"  Teresa smiled and moved out of 
his embrace.

"I guess I'll let you.  Make sure you look in the closet too."

That's the first place she went.  In there were her three nicest 
outfits, ones she wore when going out on the town.  Along with them were 
several pairs of shoes.  Given ten minutes, she could be ready to go 
dancing.  Dancing, however, was the last thing on her mind.  
"So what did you splurge on this time?"

"Look and see."

There were boxes on the bed from several different stores, most of which 
they had been in earlier that day.  A new blouse and skirt and a summer 
dress were in the first few boxes.  Next, she found a pair of diamond 
earrings.  Wayne got a long, hot, wet kiss for those. 

In the last box was a new nightgown, one not meant for warmth or daily 
use.  Made of a sheer see-through black material, lacy patterns masked 
the more intimate areas of her body.  Matching panties, garter belt and 
stockings were also in the box.

"Don't you dare go away!"  Teresa took that box and her purse into the 
bathroom.  In there was a hydro tub big enough for four people, as well 
as all the other amenities usually found in an expensive hotel suite.  
It took her about five minutes to get ready.

Wayne had two glasses of wine poured when she came out, and whistled at 
the vision before him.

"Absolutely beautiful."  Lit by those same dozen flickering bulbs, 
backdropped by stars and city lights, she was a tantalizing vision in 
black lace.  Five foot nine, one hundred thirty pounds, with breasts to 
match her size and waist and hips still trim and firm, Teresa was 
beautiful.  A princess was what Wayne called her - a black-haired brown-
eyed beautiful princess.

Standing and moving to her side, he took her in his arms and kissed her 
deep and hard.  Hands fondled her bottom and teased her nipples into 
hardness.  She was already getting wet just thinking about what she 
suspected would be coming.  

"I think I like this outfit."  Teresa rubbed her hand on the front of 
his slacks.  Her fingers found and squeezed his hard cock.  "I think you 
like it too.  Let's see about getting you more comfortable."

Teresa stripped him down, starting with his tie.  The clothes got thrown 
wherever.  When his shirt came off, she trailed kisses down his 
shoulders and across his back.  Those broad, muscular shoulders and deep 
chest still turned her on as much as they did when she first met the 
man, a dozen years earlier.   

Pulling down his boxer shorts, she finally freed his cock.  Rather than 
letting her lick and suck on it like they usually did, Wayne drew her to 
her feet, then walked her backwards until she fell onto the bed.  He 
followed her down.  This was something he did only once in a long while, 
despite the fact that Teresa absolutely loved what he was about to do.  
Whenever asked, Wayne always grinned and insisted he would only do the 
nasty on special occasions.

She closed her eyes, spread her arms and legs, and let him fondle, kiss, 
lick, and tickle anything he wanted.  It was hard for her to keep down 
the volume of her gasps and giggles, especially when her husband pulled 
off her panties and teased her all around her pussy.

It seemed to her to be forever before his tongue finally slipped up 
inside her cleft.  By then, she was almost ready to explode.  When he 
sucked on and bit her clit, she did -- pulling his hair and screeching 
her release.

Wayne never gave her any time to recover.  He crawled up her body and 
slid his cock into her slick, wet, spasming hole.  For the next ten 
minutes that big, muscular, handsome specimen of manhood held off 
loosing his seed inside his wife, changing rhythm, speed, depth, and 
angle numerous times.  A series of peaks, both small and large, ran 
through her body, detaching her from reality for some time.  Only after 
he had stopped for a while did she come back, remembering a little of 
what had happened.  His heavy grunting and hard pumping at one point, 
along with the really wet slickness in her pussy, told her that he had, 
indeed, climaxed.  The woman pulled him in for a brief kiss.

"You always do that so nice."

"Mmmm," he half groaned, still catching his breath.  "You always seem to 
like it so much."  They kissed a few more times, with her caressing his 
shoulders and back, before he spoke again.  

"You realize, I hope, that now we need a shower before we go dancing?"

Teresa flipped him over onto his back and rolled over to straddle his 
loins.  She pinned his hands by his ears with her own.  Rocking forward 
and back with her pussy lips wrapped around his half-hard weapon, she 
soon had him loaded again, and captured his gun in her holster.

Smiling rather cockily and using her sexiest voice, she murmured down at 
her husband.  "Shower?  Dancing?  Who says I'm even going to let you out 
of this bed?"

His lewd grin promised her it would be a long, hot night.

<Fin>

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