My Too Beautiful Wife - FTDS

Was I ready to eat from only one menu again? And if I did, what menu would I choose? I thought I had time but it looked like fate was intervening. Don't you just hate that?

As we prepared to leave for the evening, David's wife dragged me to the side. "I like you, Andrew, you know that, right?" she said, holding my arm pressing her ample breasts against my bicep.

"I like you too. A lot."

She nodded. "Don't hurt her. She's changed, and for the better. If you're going to let her go, be nice about it, okay? Don't be cruel. We're not that kind of people. We don't hurt people just because we can. If what she did is too much for you to get past, just be honest with her and let her down gently."

"So you're not going to plead for her, tell me I have to take her back?" I asked.

"No. Only you know what you feel in your heart. I don't for one second believe this has been some kind of year long revenge. You're not like that. I'm certain you've been trying to see if there's a real chance for the two of you long-term. I understand the desire to see what else was out there, while you worked through your feelings. You have to do what's right for you. I just don't want you to be mean about it, alright? Please don't disappoint me."

Her words stung me to the core. She was wrong about me. Much of the time, revenge was exactly what I considered it, each time I dressed to go out, and saw the hurt on her face. The amount of satisfaction I got out of watching her try to ingratiate herself to me, never faulting me for my actions, never condemning me. No, she'd wait patiently, and try all over again to prove that she was all I needed, and that I was all she wanted.

"I . . . won't let you down," I said.

She smiled, that big guileless happy smile she'd mastered so well. "I know you won't. Now let's get back out there before tongues wag. My husband's a jealous man. I'd hate to see you lose your shot at VP over someone like me."

I laughed, and gave her a hug. "You're the only one that would be worth it. Too bad you're taken."

She laughed, rubbing against me teasingly. "Very. And don't you forget it."

I watched my ex-wife give big hugs to the two men, and felt a burst of jealousy, when Richard's hands slipped a little too low, on to Jan's ass. Jan to her credit, reached back and pulled them up to her waist. Not the tiny waist of a year ago, but the soft rounded belly and love handles that she'd accumulated over the intervening months. "Behave," she laughed.

Margie was having none of it. She grabbed her husband's hands and lifted them up high around Jan's back. "Watch it, buster. If Andrew decides to defend what's his, you'll be drinking from a straw for a month, and you won't get any sympathy from me."

Richard blushed. "Aw, baby, you know it's just flirting. She's not my type."

Margie gave him a smirk. "She wasn't your type. She is now."

And I knew Margie was right. Jan looked more like these wives than our receptionists. The kind of woman you took for a wife, not for a ride.

Jan laughed and gave Margie a hug. "Really, Margie, what would your man want with a woman like me, when he gets to come home to you?"

I got my hugs, and escorted Jan out to the car. She was in an ebullient mood. "They're gonna make you a VP!" she practically shouted as soon was the doors were closed.

"It's not certain yet. And it's still a few months away."

"I knew you could do it, baby. They'd be fools not to give you a chance." She scooted over as far as the console would allow, and put her hand on my thigh, "I'm so proud of you, Andy."

"Let's not count our chicken's before they're hatched. The entire board has to agree."

"Oh, pooh! I have complete faith in you. You'll knock 'em dead." Her hand moved upward, caressing between my legs, until I was straining against my pants. She leaned over and concentrated on opening my belt and freeing me. "Wanna stop by Baskin Robbins?"

"Now?" I groaned, while her hand pulled my cock free, stroking me.

"Drive through. Get me a banana split, extra whipped cream and cherries. We're gonna play when we get home. I'm gonna eat you alive, lover."

It was an agonizing twenty minutes getting home while she teased me relentlessly. That was nothing like the following hour, where my cock became the centerpiece of her banana-split dessert. The alternate feelings of her warm mouth, the cold ice cream, the cool whipped cream and eventually her steaming hot pussy were enough to drive any man crazy.

When she was done with me, I laid beside her, holding her, knowing that I'd put it off long enough. It was time to make a decision. The only problem was, for the life of me, I didn't know what it would be.

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It was one year to the date from when we were officially divorced. A pretty damn good year, if I was honest with myself.

For nearly a week, I'd fought with my own devils. It was obvious Jan was concerned, but she never said a word. She gave me my space when I needed it, and was loving when appropriate. She was everything I'd ever hoped for, but in the back of my mind, I had a hard time getting past what had happened. I knew that with just a little effort, she could be that same gorgeous woman again, with all the shit that came with it.

It was the night before I told myself that I had to make a decision, when I came home to a different woman. A take control, no argument Jan I hadn't seen in a long time.

She met me with a hug and a kiss, then dragged me off to the bedroom. I thought she had play in mind, but she directed me to the shower. "Clean up. I have plans for you tonight."

I grinned as I took my shower, and shaved closely. When I exited the bathroom, she had my clothing laid out. "Where are me going?" I asked.

"We're not going anywhere. You have a date tonight. Brenda. It's been over three weeks since you went out with her. I think you need this. Go, have a great time."

"No, Jan. I don't—"

"This is my decision, Andy. I don't want you here tonight. Go on, you've been a bear this last week."

I was confused, but I let her dress me. She was pushy like she hadn't been in a long time, almost forcing me out the door. "You're getting on my nerves, hanging around all the time," she said, her hand in my back, forcing me out of the house. "I need some alone time. Go, have fun."

I heard the words, but I also saw her eyes. It was killing her to put on the act. As I left, I saw the first of her tears track down her face. And then she closed the door.

It was after one when I finally made it home. She was in bed, but I could tell she wasn't asleep. I undressed slowly, and quietly crept between the sheets. I rolled over toward her, and scooted in close.

"Baby?" she whispered.

"Yes?"

"Please shower."

"I don't need a shower," I explained cuddling up to her. She was stiff, resisting.

"I . . . can smell her on you. Please?"

"No you can't, Jan. We were barely together fifteen minutes. I spent the last four hours down at Gino's."

She turned and moved closer, then leaned in and took a strong sniff. "You were in the back room weren't you? You smell like a cigar. Cigars and scotch."

"Caught. I only had one."

She cuddled up to me. "Richard and David are corrupting you. You never used to smoke."

"Only on special occasions," I said.

She cuddled in closer, clinging to me. "What was special about tonight?"

"I made a decision."

I felt her tense up. I knew she wanted to ask but she was afraid to.

"You know what tomorrow is, don't you?"

She nodded, burying her head in my shoulder.

"One year. We had a deal."

I could feel her trembling, and remembered the words from the other night. Don't be cruel. Don't hurt her just because I could.

"I'm not going to hold you to our bet," I said, rubbing her back.

"No. I made a promise. I'll never, ever break a promise to you again, no matter what. I . . . I'll be your slave starting tomorrow. What ever you want, Andy."

"You'll be my slave tomorrow, the following Sunday, and every Sunday after that. For the rest of our lives."

She was slow to respond. "I . . . every week . . . are you saying . . .?"

"Yes. I want you back, Jan. You and only you. Forever, if you'll have me. I'm sorry it took me so long to admit to myself what I really wanted."

"Just me?" she whispered.

"Just you. I told Brenda, and then I called Angie and Laura both. No more dating for me, not anyone but my beautiful wife."

"I'm not beautiful anymore," she said.

"You are so wrong. You are more beautiful now than you've ever been. Your beauty is no longer a veneer, hiding a selfish core. You are beautiful to the bone."

She clung to me as if she was afraid I was going to run away. "I'm sorry I was an idiot back then. I was selfish, and self-centered, but I swear as God is my witness I never meant to hurt you. I just didn't think things out. I didn't think of you at all, and I'll always regret that. I hope you can learn to trust me again."

"I do, Angel. I love you, and trust you, and I hope you'll agree to be my wife, and that we'll live the dream. I want you to carry my children, and grow old with me. I want you to be my happily ever after."

"That's what I want, and I'll make damn sure you never regret for a moment taking me back."

She kissed me passionately, then started her one day a week of being my sex slave a few hours early.

~ * ~ * ~

I got the promotion. I got married. I got the three kids, the two golden retrievers, and the big house with the white picket fence. I also got the house at the beach, the condo in Aspen, and the friendship of my mentors and respect of my peers.

Over time, I even got my gorgeous wife back. Not totally, but she lost all but ten of the pounds after Diana was born. She got lasik surgery, losing the glasses and the contacts. She cut her hair off short, and for some reason it turned reddish after the birth of our first. I was sitting in the living room, reading to the kids one day, when I looked up and noticed that she was absolutely stunning. I stumbled over my words, and she looked up, catching me watching her.

"God, you're beautiful," I said.

She laughed. "Right. I'm covered in flour, my hair is a mess, and I haven't even had a shower today. I think we need to get you Lasik."

The kids were poking me trying to get me to keep reading, but I was stunned. I hadn't seen the changes as they occurred. My stomach twisted for a moment, wondering if she'd become that selfish witch again. Then she walked over, brushing her hands clean on her apron, shaking her hair loose.

"Kids? How'd y'all like to go over to aunt Margie's for a swim?"

They screamed their agreement, and I caught a few elbows and knees while they abandoned my lap, and went to get their bathing suits.

"Margie's?"

She smiled. "You know what we haven't done in a while?"

I shook my head, no idea where things were going.

"It's Sunday. Does that give you any ideas?"

"Football?"

She gave me a pinch. "Think, Andy! Sunday. A promise I made once upon a time."

It slowly hit me. "It has been a while, hasn't it?"

She grinned. "Too long. I want our Sundays back."

"But we said that once the kids started to grow up . . ."

"I know what we said. I was an idiot, and so were you, to agree to it. I made you a promise, once a week for the rest of our lives. I expect you to hold me to it."

The kids came running down the hallway, and she gave me a quick kiss, a hint of what I could expect. "You take them over. They're expecting them. I'll be waiting for you." She leaned in close, and whispered in my ear. "Naked. Naked and desperate."

I stopped at Baskin Robbins for their banana split. I had a beautiful wife waiting at home, beautiful inside and out, who was willing to cater to my every want and desire. Right then, I wanted to replay a special night. Who knows what next week will bring?

Whatever it does, I know one thing. I made the right choice, and she was equally correct that I never would regret it.

I never did. Not once.

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