The Picture 3 - Wednesday

[dplover]

Picture 3 – Wednesday


That picture, the one my nightstand, it's not about the first time we meet him. It's not even about the first time they smooched a little in our tiny living room. .

That picture...the picture of his rock hard cock, fresh from Janie's mouth is the celebration of a long ago lazy Saturday afternoon. The afternoon he slid into the silky essence Janie and into soul of our sex life.

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“Daddy, daddy, daddy....yeaaaaa”. Our kids are amazing....they are the two most amazing things to ever happen to me, and yes, they are mine. Yea...he was there for that part of the journey too.... pregnancy, but that's another story.

“Hi sweety....”, I scooped Miranda up and kissed her cheek. A tough Monday was suddenly made better. Janie was in the kitchen and something smelled really good. Miranda started squirming too soon, I guess all kids do, with both hands over her head she wiggled down and out of my grip.

“Daddy, daddy...I have a picture of a puppy...”, and off she scurried.

Janie was stirring something in a pot, a tank top at least one size too small, yoga pants and a thong. I nuzzled her neck while wrapping her up from behind. Janie's nipples were hard and bare under the thin cotton. The human being that dreamed up the idea for yoga pants must have had Janie's butt in mind.

“That makes me want to be a bad girl...”, Janie whispered as I rolled her tiny nipples between my fingers.

“Mmmmm...Oh....”, I tweaked the nipple over her thumping heart and slid my hand downwards over her hard tummy towards the elastic of her stretchy pants.

“Daddy...daddy...look at my picture...A PUPPY”, it was ugly damn dog.

“That's nice honey...let's wash our hands for dinner, help your little brother”.

At the top of the stairs, strangely our bedroom door was closed. A dim glow leaked under the door before being absorbed into deep pile of the carpet. I closed the door behind myself and kind of collapsed back against it, the light on my nightstand was on, the rest our bedroom was cast in the shadows of the single bulb.

Centered in the glare of the lamp was the picture.

My first thoughts were profane, “what the fuck” is what I actually said.

Fuck...fuck..fuck.



This was Monday, Janie usually puts the picture out on Wednesdays. She sends him a simple text, he always answers yes, hell who wouldn't . She keeps the picture in the bottom of her panty drawer, she puts it out like some kind of macabre calling card, a private message from him to me, always on my nightstand, I hadn't prepared myself for this, not tonight.

I wake up thinking about this on Wednesdays, I have all day to steel myself. All day I think about it, all day I mull over the the reason our family has and needs a lover. A tangle of emotions during the day, dread, fear, angst. My stomach rumbles, my hands tremble, something in a shot glass at lunch helps. Over and over I think about why my family needs a lover, it rattles around in my head, the angst is much worse if I jack off in the men's room thinking about Janie.

Given enough hours I can convince myself that this is necessary, even normal, maybe. Every woman has needs, not just an orgasm, not even just a an intense orgasm, Janie has girl needs that run deeper than that. A simple orgasm, when stimulation overwhelms her senses is enough, sometimes. Janie and I do that a lot, I do my best...almost everyday. Janie loves to lean on the head board, facing the wall with her up knees by my ears, she says dirty things if I do it just right. And I know that sometimes she diddles herself sometimes during the day, because occasionally she drifts off and forgets to put up the plastic toy.

Orgasms are nice she has explained time and again, but what she really wants or needs or whatever, is different. What she wants and needs can't be done in 2 minutes, Janie needs to feel taken, possessed, penetrated at a pace that is not hers but that of her lover.

Janie wants and needs is a nice long sweaty fucking, about once a week.

“I love you too...I love it when you get on top and put it in...it feels so good, so perfect. I like it when your chest rubs on my nipples...they get so hard, I like it when you slide in and out...you get so hard and I get all tingly inside, I love feeling you inside, I love it when you just forget about me and just do it hard...it makes me feel hot and horny...I feel...so...so...loved. But honey...really...I dream about it lasting longer, it frustrates me when it's over so fast....please...please try”. Yes, that was a heart breaking little speech to hear.

All day I think about that, what he can do and what I can't seem to do. I envision Janie on her back, her legs clutching his waist, I can close my eyes and watch as he fucks her until her legs are weak, until she is sweaty, consumed, satisfied.

“I don't even have to cum...not every time....I mean I do sometimes...usually...you can make me cum... it's just different to cum while he's...fuc..doing it to me”. Yea, I make her cum with my lips or fingers, he screws her to orgasm.

So, on Wednesdays I have all day to think about that, all day deal with my feelings of angst and a hard on. All day to think about the games he plays with us, how he keeps me involved, like with the picture. No queer stuff, but he is intertwined in our sex life, the strange gumbo of emotions makes for a very long day. Those are the feelings that come with knowing what will happen later on that evening, long after the dishes are done, long after the kids are in all tucked in.



Janie loves me and I love her more deeply than I thought possible, we are happily married in every sense of that word. It's just that once a week or so...he does what I can't seem to do. .

The feelings come, they gnaw at my gut, the nervousness, the anticipation... and sometimes excitement too. The hard on thing is something I can't really help, thinking about Janie naked excites me.

Thinking about Janie's hard little nipples makes me smile. thinking about Janie's butt makes me hard. If I think about Janie's curly brown pubic hair and how it so delicately covers her moist womanhood, how her little pink button swells against my tongue, sometimes I have to make a trip the men's room.

But that's enough about me jacking off to the thought of Janie's girly parts.

Janie and the kids were already siting at the dinner table when I got back down stairs. Janie's faint little smile reminded me of the Mona Lisa, my stomach grumbled and it wasn't the rumblings of hunger.

“A text...hmm”? Janie took each of the kids hands.

“Say grace honey...”, the kids eyes were squished closed as the simple prayer was recited. My eyes were riveted on Janie. Janie silently mouthed “later” in my direction. I was in no mood for later.

“A text...”? Janie spooned green peas for the kids.

“Honey...” Janie looked up, her eyes were bright and intense, the little smile remained .

“My batteries went dead...”, it took a minute for my brain to register.

“Really...when...when... did you discover this...”. Across the table Janie's tank top was skin tight, it may well have been transparent.

“Nap time...this afternoon”, my eyes questioned her, Janie smiled, we had made love just last night, my tongue was a little sore this morning.

“Nap time ?”. Were we discussing her vibrator in front of the kids? Janie giggled.

“I'm sorry...” She covered her mouth with her delicate hand, apparently we were..

“Yea....and uh...I sent a text...”, soooo....Janie's vibrator died but she was still horny, so she did the natural thing, dialed up a fuck.

“Honey I need you to read the bed time stories...after bath time”. I don't remember much else about dinner, I remember green peas, I remember Janie's nipples poking through the tank top, I remember thinking how much I love her, the rest is a blur.

I read Dr Seuse's Foot Book mindlessly to the kids, they giggled in all the right places. I could hear water in the pipes as Janie showered. It seemed like she was in there forever, probably shaving her legs, I thought to myself, they had been kind of stubbly last when we made love. Tucking the kids in, I was thinking about way back when, back when Janie kept her sex as bare has her long legs.

I couldn't help but simile at my younger self, back then I thought all guys liked a girls most private parts smooth and bare, turns out I was wrong.

Normally Janie makes an entrance, baby doll teddy, pretty panties, the whole bit. Tonight she was already in the den when I got downstairs, it seems that today's script was being written in real time.

Monday Night Football was on, I had no idea what the score was. Janie's robe was embroidered The Sheraton, he had paid for the room that very the first time, the robe wasn't the only souvenir taken from that room.

“Who's winning”.

I don't know...”. Janie was spreading lotion in her bare feet.

“Help....please...”.There was a smile in her voice, Janie pointed her toes toward the ceilings.

Her butt was planted in my favorite chair, the leather must have been cool on her skin, because she had pulled the robe down between the old leather and her pretty thighs. She caught me looking, primly or maybe out of habit she pushed the thick robe down between her legs and clamped her knees together, as it I hadn't seen it before.

“What time is it”, I looked at my watch.

“9:10...”, the tick-tock always fuels my emotions, my angst was the worse today, no warning, no time to prepare myself, just the drama of the picture on my nightstand.

There's the rush of nervous tension in the air for both of us...well and him too I would guess, a few more minutes for us to wait. Those are long minutes of anticipation for me, but the Janie had been waiting for this all afternoon,

“Did you batteries really die...”.

“God yes... and I was so close...damn....I was wet all afternoon...it was so frustrating...to get that close...and the damn thing quits”. Kind of like fucking me I thought to myself.

“There's wine in the kitchen....”, Janie said with a little smile, something to calm my nerves did seem like a good idea.

I can never decide on the proper etiquette of this, was I really supposed to pour wine for him, Janie had left out 3 stems out, so I guess so.

My chair faces the TV and away from the kitchen, the game was flickering in the dim room, Janie had turned the sound down, her pony tail was pulled tight in a scrunchy and draped over the back of the chair. She arched her back and leaned her head over the back of the chair for a kiss.

Janie was in the mood for the kind of kiss that makes boys hard and girls wet. She made no attempt to take her glass, normally I would have slid my hands under the thick robe and finished what I had started in the kitchen. Janies nipples are treat when they are so hard she says they hurt. A wine glass in each hand made for impromptu handcuffs. God I longed to touch Janie's body, my satisfaction from last nights love making was gone and the warmth of her soft full lips wasn't helping matters, I needed to adjust myself.

“Mmmm...god honey...mm...I'm so horny...”, Janie was breathless between the penis hardening swirls of her tongue on my lips.

Finally Janie took her glass while I abandoned mine on the cocktail table, the remote was across the room, the room was darker without the glow of the TV, nothing romantic about football.

“Please...just until he gets here...I'll make you glad later”, her lips were glossy with red wine.

Janie summoned me from across the room. her tiny bottom slid forward across the wrinkled leather cushion, her robe parted at her knees. Janie was not dressed to seduce, that seduction had been done long ago. Her sleek bare legs and a loose robe were enough to excite a husband and summon our families lover from all the way across town.

“I expected him to be here by now”, Janie was ready to be ready for him.

“O god....Oh...”.

“God that feels so good, I'm so horny...I don't know why...”. Her hands cupped the back of my head.

“Ohhh....honey....”, I love it when you do that.

I heard the door, I looked up at Janie, she sipped from her glass, her other hand was touching my hair.
I was embarrassed enough for us both, Janie slid a little closer my mouth.

“Don't mind me folks...”, he kissed Janie's open mouth, her moans were absorbed, Janie's hand was a little firmer on the back of my head.

“Mmm...that's good...I don't usually like Vin Santo...”. The hard dick from the picture on my nightstand was here, I was on my knees between my wife's knees, they were discussing wine.

Like a teenager caught masturbating I blushed, Janie was increasingly humid on my lips, the man about to enjoy my efforts sipped sweet wine with my wife.

I heard his zipper.

The picture had been moved to my pillow, a little yellow thong and a note.

I love you.

Thank You.

I thought I was going to die when you pinched with nipples before dinner, you made me wetter

Honey, he may do more than just kiss me, but, I'll be OK

See how wet he is in the picture, he may want that tonight

Sometimes he stays inside until he's completely finished...you know that don't you.

See you in a little while.

Love you.

Thank You.

Janie

Just a little something to help with my angst I suppose.

Janie knows I prefer warming jell, the panties smelled like the lips I have just been preparing for the dick in the picture.

I closed my eyes, the first time Janie had done this for me her hand had felt so small...and amazing. I don't know how she explained away the stain on her pretty prom dress.

Janie topless, Janie sucking, Janie's pussy wrapped around my dick....it's easy to fall asleep after doing that. .

“Oh my...let me get you a wash cloth”. Janie startled me awake, my hand was sticky with lube and semen, so was my dick.

Gently Janie soothed my penis long after the sticky aftermath was gone.

“Better now...”? What else do you say to a girl with just fucked hair, a pretty smile, and your dick in her hand .

“God yes...I was so ready...thank you”, Janie kissed me, slowly her hand moved up and down.

“I thought I was going to die this afternoon...I was so close and then it started going slower and slower and then it just quit, and then the kids woke up...I was so frustrated”.

A simple case of dead batteries was all it took to get the ball rolling today I though to myself.

“Then you got me really horny...pinching my nipple like that”. Janie petite hand and the tiny piece of yellow fabric formed the perfect warm, silky, masturbatory sleeve.

“God and then him...he wouldn't just do it...he wanted me so suck first...”, Janie's breath was wet and humid on my lips, her lipstick was gone.

“Janie...o god...Janie...”. Her smile was loving and knowing.

“Oh god Janie....”, a single digit under her robe confirmed that they done way more than kiss.

“Do you like my little yellow panties....”. All but one hand hovered just out of my reach for now.

“I left the picture out for you...did you look...”. The slow part was over now, her paw felt like a blurr on my manhood.

“Yes...no...oh god Janie...please...now”, the essence of sex filled my senses, Janie's smile, I throbbed, friction from warm panties and her delicate fingers.

“I looked at it...I kissed it...I made it all hard and wet...just like the picture”, Janie giggled a little.

The was wash cloth was still warm the second time Janie cleaned me up.

Dplover

[OOAA]

Congratulations for your amazing story and your excellent way of expressing it!!!

[roadrunner]

I hope you have more to tell!

[BobNbobbi]

Thanks DP for a very sensitive and loving three part story. It is rare that focus remains on husband and wife in a story with foundation such as this one with premature ejaculation being the problem and long lasting lover the solution available to wifey. Wife needs her bull for the hard driving sexing required for satisfaction and she needs husband for the love that only a loving husband can provide. Husband has to accept his limitations to prove his love.

I can well understand a relationship like that. When it is impossible to give everything the woman you love needs give what you van and get the rest down at the corner store(s). Seems like the recipe for a successful marriage.

[dplover]

Hello,

Such a thoughtful comment is also rare and greatly appreciated.

Dplover