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Marriage Without Benefits
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On my desk today I found a handwritten letter on a yellow legal pad. It was from Dagny - a beautiful advertising executive 2 floors down who ran her own agency.
At the top of the pad was a sticky note from my assistant that said, "Sherry asked me to put this on your desk (before she could change her mind!)
I DID NOT READ! "
Smiling I thought to myself how grateful I was to have someone with Sherry's integrity on my staff.
Dagny's penmanship was big and powerful. I imagined she wrote this fast and on the spur of the moment in an explosive burst of energy. But brought on by what?.
Pouring my second cup of coffee I settled in to read whatever it was that was on her mind. Being a Professional "Futuristic Sex Therapist" as well as a good friend and former classmate, I cancelled appointments and decided to focus solely on Dagny.
for the next 3 days or take a much needed vacation.
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At the top of the page Dagny wrote:
"Marriage Without Benefits".
My cousin is fond of referring to her most recent red hot relationship as being "Single With Benefits". It took me awhile to catch on to what she meant, the same as it did for me to realize that what I have now is a
"Marriage Without Benefits".
I have been horny for so long that trying to name how I feel about my non-existent sex life has lost all meaning for me. Long ago I gave up and went into
a grieving period, consoling myself with a useless
ditty that rattles around in my brain like gravel stuck
in a fender well. Over and over again I hear
"....sometimes the things your life misses helps more than the things your life gets".
I discovered recently my ditty was first said by an old sage with a long white beard living in Tibet whose dying words were said to be "I want a woman".
That got me thinking. Perhaps there is a better way .
A way that would help me keep my marriage and get the sexual benefits too. I am writing you today to see if I should make an appointment and if you would consider trying to help me find a "better way". Help me if you can.
Sincerely,
Dagny
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I recalled meeting her husband NICK last New Year's Eve and thinking what a hunk! Intelligent,
good looking, and thoughtful too. We chatted briefly at the bar and he bought me a drink.
Later that night I added "horny" to my assessment of him when I heard moans and groans and a deep demanding voice saying "Take it for me, take it! You wanted me all night long - now take it!
Much to my surprise I discovered Nick banging the barmaid in the oversized coat rack hanging on to the closet bar for leverage. I grabbed my jacket and took a quick look at his big stiff cock and stunning ass as I left for a hospital emergency.
I called Dagny that afternoon and asked her if she would mind me meeting with her husband first. He was an architect and I needed help with an addition I was
planning to the east wing. I told her my instincts were telling me this might be the best way to get valuable insight into what was at the root of his problem without alarming him.
She thought it was an excellent idea and agreed. I assured her that what she confided earlier would remain absolutely private and that I would get back to her a.s.a.p.
The next day her husband Nick and I met for lunch to discuss my needs. He was even more gorgeous than I had remembered. Nevertheless I maintained a professional demeanor as did he until the end of the meeting when I felt his leg find mine under the table.
I looked him directly in the eye and asked, "Do you
do this often?" He laughed and said, "No, but I was making an exception for you!"
We both passed it off as an accident but my clit was swelling and getting hard as a rock. It was pulsing so rapidly I was sure it must be obvious to everyone in the restaurant. It was all I could do not to crawl under the table and suck him off on the spot. Instead I said goodbye and swiftly returned to my office to find my vibrator for a little afternoon delight and much needed relief before my next 3:00 appointment. I noted that If he was as good in reality as he was in my imagination this was going to be a really good gig!
STRAIGHTENING MY CLOTHES AND RETURNING TO THE RECEPTION AREA To my surprise Sherry handed me an urgent memo:
"Due to a cancellation I could meet you at your home
tomorrow at 12:00 if that will work for you."
I sent Nick an email and let him know that 12:00 would
be fine and to plan on staying for a working lunch.
The next day we ate and tackled the project at hand. I was impressed with his professionalism and begin to sincerely like Nick as well as admire his creative and intellectual attributes.
I decided to hire him on the spot and let him get started that very afternoon. We shook hands and I gave him the key to the east wing. After he left I wonder why it is that I am most often stimulated by powerful brainy men when in reality they tend to be grouches, ego maniacs and bullies. Especially the older ones who tended to be incorrigible.
When I get fed up with them I fantasize meeting a young cowboy with a second grade education who swaggers through the swinging doors of a dimly lit honky tonk bar. With no small talk he asks me to dance and quickly gets me all hot and bothered while the juke box plays "When We Get Behind Closed Doors". In the middle of the crowded dance floor his mind is devoid of all intellectual thought - he is totally "in the now" holding my body close - completely oblivious to all but his burning desire to please and possess me until the last song is sung.
That said, a man of an intellect can work both ways on me. Turn me on and turn me off.
This reminds me that perhaps such dynamics could be going on with Nick and Dagny. That Nick could be turned off by his wife's intelligence and constant obsession with business. Also she belonged to MENSA and my gut told me he didn't. I decided to soon use this line of thought to get him talking. The following day I asked him:
"Hey Nick, what do you know about MENSA?"
That entire afternoon we discussed it; Nick revealed
he couldn't handle being married to a woman smarter
than himself and finally that he could not get it up
with her any longer because of the intimidation.
I held him in my arms and told him that I understood.
He weeped and I kissed his tears away. I brought him a glass of Pinot Noir and made him comfortable in my favorite brown leather Rip Van Winkle Library Chair.
Pulling up its matching ottoman I placed his feet into its worn crevices and gently massage them asking him to close his eyes and rest. I then excused myself and let him know that I needed to go upstairs to make a phone call."
Upstairs I called his wife.
"Dagny, here's the deal. Nick
is with me. I think I have discovered his problem. I need your permission to proceed. Is it okay to
fuck him if need to?"
The silence on the other end of the phone was
deafening but finally she said
"Yes, I trust you Babe, do what ever you think might work. One thing for sure, I can't continue the way things are and I have a feeling he can't either. Good luck and thank you."
Hanging up the phone and walking down the winding stairs, Nick met me two steps up half way on the second riser of the elaborate old staircase.
Without warning he reached up grabbing both my ankles and buried his face into the spread of my parting thighs. I was thankful I had no panties on and could easily pull my skirt waist high to swiftly lower my sweet little bottom down around his full lush lips.
Whenever I moved downward - his tongue moved upward - synchronized oral fucking - until I couldn't stand it any longer and finally crumbled into his arms begging him to change places with me so I could unzip him and set free that huge engorge cock.
I licked it and sucked it - prepared it to plung me over and over again on the landing below where I would eventually rest in his arms moaning and groaning like a wounded puppy relieved to be in the protective arms of a wonderful fearless man who was obviously not intimidated by me.
Finally I confessed later that day that he was the smartest most intelligent man I had ever made love to and furthermore he could satisfy me in creative ways I never dreamed possible. I called him my own personal Frank Lloyd Wright and asked him to build me a limestone waterfall so I would remember him always.
Then I told him about a project the local MENSA group had undertaken. This was a project that demanded the area's finest and most gifted architect. I asked him if he would be interested. He was and he got it.
Nick completed the MENSA project and received many local and state awards for his outstanding architectural achievement.
Soon Dagny reported back that her sex life was wonderful and that Nick was no longer intimidated by her high IQ and MENSA affiliation.
The day Nick finished my waterfall he kissed me tenderly goodbye and winked with a knowing look in his eyes saying "See ya later kid..."
We don't see each other much anymore. He and Dagny
are doing well without me. However my star pupil and I have tickets to the Caribbean and will soon enjoy each others arms once more. Dagny paid for them and said it was her way of saying thanks - a well deserved bonus.
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