Wendy

In the summer of 1991 I had just gotten out of the army and returned home to Atlanta with the intention of getting my engineering degree at Georgia Tech. I had spent a year in school there before I went into the service and now all I wanted to do was get back to school and finish what I had started, so I enrolled in summer classes that June.

I had two goals that summer. The first was to get back into student mode as quickly as possible and the second was to get laid as often as possible. As it turned out I was only successful in meeting my first goal and that’s because I met Wendy.

I noticed Wendy the first day of classes. She was in my Philosophy class and had taken the seat next to me. Wendy was tall, five feet eleven inches, with long dark brown hair and blue eyes. She told me she was from Oak Park, Illinois, a suburb of Chicago and came to Tech to get away from the cold winters. I liked her right away and by Friday of that first week I had managed to get a date with her.

Wendy made it obvious that I wasn’t going to get into her pants, at least not for quite some time. She told me that she was a virgin and was planning to remain one until she meet and fell in love with the right man.

I was torn. I wanted to get laid and it appeared that the only way I could do that was to find a girl who wasn’t looking for her Prince Charming and was willing to have sex just for the fun of it. I also want to continue my relationship with Wendy, but I knew if I tried to do both Wendy would find out and I would lose her.

I surprised myself by giving up my quest to get laid and concentrated on building my relationship with Wendy. It took me three months to get Wendy to go to bed with me but it was worth it. It happened on a weekend near the end of September. We had gone out on our usual Friday night routine. Dinner at a fast food restaurant and then to a party at a friend’s apartment. That evening I sensed that something was wrong. Wendy was very quiet and kept wandering away from me at the party. I was beginning to think that she was getting ready to break up with me.

At ten o’clock Wendy told me she wanted to go home. This just added to my worry because Wendy never wanted to go back to her dorm before midnight on a weekend. I asked her if she wasn’t feeling well hoping that might be reason for her strange behavior. She said, “I’m fine, I just want to leave.”

I felt a little better thinking it was just the party she wanted to leave. When we got to the car I asked her where she wanted to go and she said, “Weren’t you listening? I said I want to go home. Take me back to the dorm.”

There was an edge in her voice when she spoke that told me that I shouldn’t ask any questions. On the ride back to her dorm Wendy didn’t say another word. When we pulled up at her dorm I got out of the car and started around to open Wendy’s door but she got out before I got to the door and started to walk to the dorm. I ran after her and fell in step next to her and we walked silently to the main entrance to the dorm. At the door, instead of letting me come in with her, Wendy turned to me and said good night. I tried to kiss her but she pulled back and said, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

I walked back to my car feeling a little sick. I knew that when I talked to Wendy the next day she was going to tell me it was over. On the drive to my apartment I tried to figure out what could have gone wrong. Had I done something to upset her? I couldn’t imagine what that might be. Or had Wendy met another guy and fallen in love with him. I was miserable. I thought Wendy was the woman I would spend the rest of my life with and now I was about to lose her.

When I got to my apartment I didn’t even turn the lights on. I just sat in the dark and tried to make sense out Wendy’s behavior. I had been sitting there about a half hour when I began to hear a noise in my head. I couldn’t make the noise go away then I suddenly realized the noise was my phone ringing. I must have fallen asleep in the chair. I jumped up and banged my chin on a table as I tried to get to the phone and collapsed on the floor in pain. Before I could get up the answering machine picked up the phone. After my lame not at home message completed I heard Wendy’s voice asking, “Jim, are you there?
Please pick up the phone.”

I got to the phone just as she hung up. I wondered if I should call her back. Was she calling to break up with me or was I worrying about nothing? I decided to call.

When she answered the phone she asked me where I was when she called. I told her about banging my chin and falling down, hoping that she would take sympathy on me and decide not to break up. She said, “I’m sorry I made you hurt yourself. The reason I called was to apologize for the way I was acting all evening. I had something on my mind, a decision I was trying to make and it seemed like the party and you were interfering with my ability to think clearly.”

I was afraid of what was coming next. I said, “So have you made your decision?”

“Yes, but before I tell you I have to ask you something.”

“Ask me anything.”

“Do you really love me?”

“Yes. How could you ever doubt that?”

“I was sure you did but I just wanted to hear you say it. I’ve decided it’s time.”

“Time for what?”

“For us to make love. For you to come inside me and make me completely yours.”

I was stunned. My hands were shaking and my heart was pounding because of the bad news I expected and then my hands were shaking and my heart was pounding because of the good news I got. I asked Wendy if she was sure and she said, “I am sure. I have been thinking about this for more than a week. I want to do it tomorrow night. Now that I finally told you I just want to go to sleep. I love you and I am looking forward to tomorrow night.”

I told her that I loved her too and we hung up. I was sitting there in the dark, my shin was throbbing in pain and I had an erection that wouldn’t quit. I thought about relieving myself but decided to save it for Wendy.

PICKING THE CHERRY

The next morning I told Randy, my roommate, that I wanted to have Wendy spend the night. Randy understood the situation and said that he would spend the night at his girlfriend’s apartment to give me some privacy. That evening I picked Wendy up at seven and took her to a nice restaurant for dinner then we went to a local bar where they had dancing. We had a couple of drinks and danced a little then I asked Wendy if she was ready to go back to my apartment. She said, “I’m very ready.”

When we got to the apartment I turned on my CD player, which I had loaded with five CDs of love songs before I picked Wendy up. Then I got the bottle of Champaign that I bought that afternoon out of the refrigerator and poured us each a glass. I made a toast to our love then I set the glasses aside and took Wendy in my arms. I had never been this excited while kissing Wendy before. I had kissed her breasts before and even had my hand in her pants several times but this time was different, because I knew that I was going to put my hard cock inside her for the first time. We kissed and fondled each other
And I slowly removed her clothes. I had had her blouse opened and her bra unhooked before but I had never seen her in just her panties before. She was beautiful.

I took her hand and led her into the bedroom and then I quickly stripped off my clothes
And joined her on the bed. While kissing her again I pushed my hand inside her panties and slipped my finger inside her. As I rubbed my finger on her clitoris, Wendy whispered, “I think you better do it now before I explode.”

Wendy lifted her legs as I pulled her panties off then she spread them so that I could get between her thighs and penetrate her virgin pussy with my rock hard cock. I quickly put on a condom and positioned the head of my cock at the opening between Wendy’s labia. Wendy was very tight and I had to proceed slowly so that I wouldn’t hurt her but when I pushed my cock all of the way in Wendy let out a gasp of pain then she wrapped her arms around me and held me so tight that I couldn’t move for a couple of minutes. When she relaxed her grip I began pumping my cock into her slowly and when she didn’t seem to be suffering any more pain I picked up the pace and finally climaxed.

As I lay on top of her with my shrinking member still inside her I asked, “Are you all right? Did I hurt you too much?”

“I’m okay. It hurt a little at first but it started feeling betting toward the end.”

When I pulled out of her Wendy marveled at the amount of my semen inside the condom.
Wendy began to play with my limp cock and said, “I am going to the doctor this week to get birth control pills so that we don’t have to use a condom. I want to feel your mess inside me.”

We made love again that night before we went to sleep and we did it again in the morning as soon as we woke up. After that Wendy couldn’t get enough of me. We were in love and hot for each other’s bodies.

We got married right after graduation. I continued on to get my masters degree and Wendy started a career in office design with a firm in Atlanta.

We had a great marriage. Wendy was completely devoted to me. Our marriage was based on love and trust and worked like a well-oiled machine. We watched in dismay as the marriages of people we knew fell apart, usually because one of the couple cheated on the other. Wendy always got angry with the person who cheated and wouldn’t allow us to associate with that person any longer. Wendy said that she believed in the sanctity of marriage and that there was never an excuse for cheating on your spouse. Wendy felt that if you love your spouse you don’t cheat on them and if you don’t love your spouse you should get a divorce before you start dating. To her, fidelity in a marriage was black and white. There were no gray areas. I knew that Wendy would never tolerate it if I cheated on her. There wouldn’t be any second chances. She would leave me and that would be the end of it. I had no intention of cheating on Wendy because I agreed with her about the importance of fidelity in a marriage.

THE REUNION

Last summer was the ten-year reunion for Wendy’s high school class. Wendy’s parents had moved from Oak Park to San Diego five years earlier so we hadn’t been back to her hometown since our marriage. Wendy wanted to go to her reunion so I agreed to go back with her. Two days before we were to leave for the reunion my boss, Jason Kane, called me and said that we had a major problem on one of our projects and he needed me in Jacksonville right away.

Wendy was disappointed and was ready to cancel our reservations. I told her she should go and have fun. Wendy was reluctant to go without me. Since we got married we haven’t been apart very often and Wendy always hated it when I had to go out of town on business. Now we would be apart for nearly a week. In the end Wendy decided to go to the reunion and we talked about her maybe flying down to Jacksonville after the reunion.

While I was in Jacksonville I called Wendy every night. On the third night there, Jason and I went out for drinks. After three martinis I was feeling no pain and when Jason suggested that we invite two attractive women that he had been talking to us to go to dinner, I agreed.

I don’t remember much about the dinner or the conversation that night. I do remember that Jason left with one of the women around ten o’clock leaving me at the restaurant with the other. Her name was Susan. She was blonde, blue eyed and very sexy and for the first time since I had met Wendy I was thinking of having sex with another woman.

Susan invited me to her apartment and I accepted. On the way there in a taxi Susan was all over me. She was kissing me and hand her hand in my crotch squeezing my cock, which was getting quite hard. As we pulled up in front of her apartment building my cell phone rang. Susan got out of the car and I answered the phone as I paid the driver. It was Wendy on the phone. I told her that I couldn’t talk, that I would call her back in fifteen minutes. Then I told the cabbie to wait for me and I got out and told Susan that something had come up and I had to leave. I didn’t wait for a response. I got back into the taxi and told the driver to take me to my hotel. On the way to my hotel I thought about what almost happened. I had almost cheated on Wendy. I began to think about the timing of her phone call. It was as if Wendy was psychic and somehow knew that she needed to intercede to prevent me from doing something that could destroy our marriage.

When I got back to my room I called Wendy’s hotel room. After about seven rings the voice message service picked up. They said that Wendy wasn’t in but I could leave a message. I didn’t bother to leave a message; I just called her cell phone instead. Wendy answered on the third ring. I asked her where she was and she said, “I’m in bed. I just turned the television off and was ready to go to sleep.”

I said, “Why didn’t you answer your room phone?”

“I never heard it ring.”

I thought that a little odd, but didn’t question it. Then I asked about the reunion. Wendy said, “It has been great but can I tell you about it tomorrow. I’m really tired now. It’s amazing how much everyone has changed yet stayed the same.”

I said, “We can talk about it tomorrow. I’m glad that you’re having a good time. Are you going to be able to come down here?”

“I guess that depends on you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’d really like to stay here another couple of days and come home on Thursday. Would you mind?”

“If that’s what you really want. I’ve had you to myself the last ten years; I guess I can let your friends have you for a few days. You have fun with and hopefully I will see you at home on Friday. I love you Bye.”

Wendy said, “I love you too. Bye.”

I listened for her to hand up and just before the line went dead I heard a car horn on the phone. It was loud and sounded like it was pretty close to Wendy. I didn’t think anything of it as I set the phone down.

I went into the bathroom to take a couple of aspirin and brush my teeth. As I was brushing my teeth and looking at myself in the mirror I felt like something was wrong but I couldn’t figure out what was bothering me. I guessed that it was because I’d had too much to drink but it didn’t feel like that was the problem.

Because of the drinks I‘d consumed I expected to fall asleep quickly but I didn’t. As I lay in bed I began reviewing the events of the evening in my head. I thought about how close I had come to cheating on Wendy and how her call came just in time to stop me.
Then I began to wonder why she didn’t here the phone ring in her hotel room when the phone couldn’t have been more than a couple of feet from her. Then there was the car horn I heard. I began to think that maybe Wendy wasn’t in her room when I called her.
Maybe she was actually here in Jacksonville. Maybe she flew down here to surprise me and saw me with Susan and she followed us and called me when we pulled up in front of Susan’s apartment.

‘Oh God.’ If she saw me with Susan she must be really pissed at me. But she didn’t sound upset with me on the phone.

After about an hour of torturing myself I finally fell asleep. In the morning I felt much better. I realized that Wendy wasn’t in Jacksonville. She never would have let seeing me with another woman pass. She would have told me she saw me and I would be in deep shit. I knew now that she didn’t answer the hotel phone, probably because something was wrong with it and it didn’t ring in the room. And the car horn I heard was either on the television or here room was on the ground floor near the parking lot or the street.

I was glad to have that settled.

I managed to finish the job on Friday and Wendy was waiting for me with open arms when I arrived home Friday evening. She had prepared a nice dinner and as we ate she told me all about her reunion. She told me what all of her friends were doing which was interesting even though I didn’t know any of them. After dinner Wendy put the dishes in the dishwasher and took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom.

Wendy kissed me and said, “I missed you.” Then she kissed me again.

“I missed you too.”

After a few minutes of very passionate kissing we got undressed and climbed on the bed.
I was massaging her breasts and sucking on the nipples and Wendy was stroking my engorged cock when she suddenly asked, “When I called you the other night, what were you doing?”

“What night?” Did she know?

“You know. The night I called and you said that you were busy and would have to call me back. I called you at ten o’clock, which means it was eleven o’clock in Jacksonville.
What were you doing at that hour that kept you from being able to talk to me?”

My first impulse was to answer her with a question, ‘What are you talking about?’ But I realized that if I asked a question it would appear that I was stalling for time while I was making up a lie. I said, “Jason and I were sitting in the bar. He was a bit drunk and it would have been very difficult to talk to you in front of him. I had to get him to go up to bed so that I could go back to my room to call you.”

I was pretty proud of myself for coming up with a response so quickly that not only explained why I couldn’t talk to her but also explained why it was another half hour before I was able to call her back.

Wendy said, “Is that the truth?”

“Of course it is.”

“Then why have you gone limp?”

She was right. My cock had betrayed me. In my panic to come up with a good answer I had lost my erection. I said, “Your questions upset me. You make me feel as if you don’t trust me. How am I supposed to stay aroused under these circumstances?”

“I’m sorry. I was just teasing you. Let me see if I can help you.” Wendy took my semi hard cock into her mouth and brought it back to full erection. With my member at full attention I moved between Wendy’s legs and entered her. We made love slowly and after we held each other and talked. I asked her if she had a nice hotel room and she said, It was great. I was on the fifteenth floor overlooking the pool. It was very quiet.”

THE WEDDING

It has been a year since my trip to Jacksonville and Wendy never mentioned the phone call again. There was a side benefit of our time apart. It seemed to have improved our sex life. Our sex life prior to that had been good. We made love about twice a week, which wasn’t bad after six years of marriage. After I came back from Jacksonville
Our lovemaking increased to four times a week. I guessed that being apart for a week had resulted in an increase in our passion. Absence really does make the heart grow fonder.

A few months ago Wendy was asked to be in a wedding for one of her old high school friends this summer. Wendy was excited about being in the wedding and I promised that nothing would keep me from going to the wedding with her.

The wedding was five months ago in Oak Park. We flew up to Chicago on Friday and checked into the airport Hyatt. We relaxed at the hotel that afternoon then drove a rental car out to Oak Park for the rehearsal. After the rehearsal there was a dinner hosted by the parents of the groom. I had a good time meeting Wendy’s friends. The bride and groom Barbara and George, Barbara’s brother Dave and their parents.

The wedding was at noon on Saturday at a small church north of town. As I watched Wendy come down the isle in her pink bride’s maid gown I thought she was the prettiest girl in the church, including the bride. It made me think back to our own wedding and gave me a feeling of pride that I had won the hand of this wonderful woman.

The reception was at the home of the bride’s parents, which was about a half hour drive from the church. We had been at the reception about a half hour when Wendy asked me to make sure and take a lot of pictures. When she said that, I realized that I didn’t have my camera. It was a brand new digital camera that I had purchased for this occasion I had it with me in the church but I didn’t have it now. I ran out to the car but the camera wasn’t there. I told Wendy that I had left the camera at the church and I would have to drive back and get it.