The P_rfect Wife

This contains sex outside of marraige and is not a BTB story. it is about coming to an understanding. No characters under 18 are represented.

Beth was always happy. Ben could tell how happy by whether she hummed or sang. Today she was singing as she put the clean clothes away. Even though she had on headphones she was perfectly on key. He'd noticed that most times when people sang along with headphones they were horribly off-key, but not his beautiful wife. She was perfect...in every way.

He wondered often what she saw in him as he knew she was out of his league. He was a nice guy, 5' 10", 150 pounds. Not funny but not dry either. He had a lot going for him in other ways. He was bright and could fix anything, then he knew languages, 7 to be exact and when they'd traveled he sounded like a native.

Beth, or Elizabeth, was a 10. At 5' 11" she was an inch taller but hated heels so that was rarely an issue. Perfect hourglass figure, what her measurements were he just suspected, but she was blessed with large breasts (he knew what these were, 36D), a narrow waist, and a wonderfully full ass on her flared hips. She was two years older than Ben but graduated from college at the same time. He never asked, and she never discussed why she was delayed.

What he loved most was she had the most positive attitude he'd ever come across. She saw the good in everyone, giving even the worst people they'd met the benefit of the doubt. She was as happy and enthusiastic in bed as she was in her normal life.

* * *

Ben had just graduated from Yale and rather than feeling excited he was feeling despondent. His girlfriend of 11 years had broken up with him the night before they both graduated. Broken up wasn't what exactly happened. They'd gone to a graduation party and she disappeared. He found out from a friend that she'd left with one of her professors and never came home. The next and last time he saw her she was arm in arm with the 50-year-old Sociology professor walking across campus the next day.

When he got back to their apartment, all her stuff was gone leaving just a letter and her ring apologizing. He found out from her best friend that she and the professor had been carrying on an affair since her freshman year and he was leaving his wife for her. He never suspected she'd been fucking another man multiple times a week. The professor wanted to avoid a scandal by waiting until she graduated and went to the party to tell her he left his wife.

Ben was loading up the rental barely aware of what he was doing. He picked up the box containing his books and the bottom ripped out, the contents crashing onto the sidewalk. On top was a framed picture he always liked, the glass shattered. This was too much and he fell to the ground sobbing. He hadn't cried since he was 6 or 7 but he hadn't forgotten how. He was sitting with his head between his knees trying to stifle his sobs when he felt gentle hands pull him against her body.

Elizabeth Reynolds had been heading to her car when she heard the crash and the agonizing cry. She thought she should keep walking but seeing a man in pain, she went over and sat next to him. She pulled him against her and stroked his head. She wondered what caused this breakdown remembering times she'd been similarly affected. She felt deep affection for those who comforted her. When her father was killed in action, she'd collapsed in the girl's bathroom bawling her eyes out until Sharon Evans came in and held her tight.

The strange thing about that was Sharon was more likely to be found with a switchblade than with a tissue but the girl held her and stroked her hair until she cried out. They both missed their next classes but Sharon just held her and rocked her. She never asked what happened. They never really talked again, though they nodded at each other in the hallways. Sharon hung with a pretty rough crowd, Beth, on the other hand, was the school beauty and usually with some guy.

Then a year later, her mother was diagnosed with cancer, and a week after that she died. She remembered lying on the bed holding her mother tight until hands pulled her away. Then a large black nurse held her close as the other nurses pulled the sheet up over her mother's face. That was the last time she'd seen the person she loved most in the world. She had no memory of graduation but had her diploma proving she showed up. She had to get away, had to find out who she was without her parents. She felt as if her family was ripped away from her...as if she no longer had a name.

Comforting someone else felt right, felt as if she were paying it forward.

Ben remembered finally getting hold of himself and pulling away, apologizing profusely. Then he saw who was holding him and was stunned. She had to be the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. He wiped the tears off his cheeks with his sleeves and started to stand up but she stopped him.

"Sit," she said softly. Her tee shirt was damp and the concrete could not have been comfortable but she pulled him close again. "You don't need to say anything but you need to get yourself mentally ready to drive. If you feel another wave of sadness when you're driving that thing..." she tapped the bumper of the truck, "you could be killed."

After 10 minutes, Beth, as she preferred to be called, helped him rebox and pack the remainder of his things in the truck. Then after locking the truck, he asked her to dinner, suggesting if she accepted it might be better if they went in her car rather than the rental truck.

As they sipped their drinks, Ben nodded at the beautiful blonde, "I'm guessing you want to know what made a grown man cry," he said softly.

Beth shook her head, "only if you want to tell me. There are some things people prefer to be kept private, others that sharing helps them unburden. Whatever you would like."

Ben told her about meeting Amy in 6th grade at a sock hop. He saw her bright red hair from across the room as she was standing alone under a light. He couldn't describe why but he was drawn to her. She was a slender gangly girl but when he asked her to dance, her face lit up.

They were inseparable all through school and she morphed into a rare beauty. The alphas in the school tried to take her away but none succeeded. They both were accepted at Yale which was perfect. Ben knew that they'd be married right after graduation. He knew that Amy loved him unconditionally.

What he didn't know was she also fell head over heels for her Sociology professor her freshman year. Ben was surprised she'd declared her major so early, especially as it was Comparative Sociology rather than Poly-Sci which was all she'd talked about. He never questioned her meeting with her faculty advisor either, though he often wondered why she never mentioned his name. It wasn't Dr. Wallace or Drake Wallace, it was her Advisor. "I'm going to be a bit late, I have a session with my Advisor."

Junior year, he proposed and she gleefully said yes, putting the ring on her finger. He then shook his head fighting tears, "She held it up to the light, the biggest smile on her face as she admired it, then she kissed me and told me we were going to celebrate after she had her meeting with her Advisor." He took a deep breath and another sip of beer.

Beth couldn't believe a woman would be so cold and she wouldn't have blamed the boy if he threw the beer glass across the room, but he got hold of himself.

"She was late coming back so I was already asleep. She was almost drunk. She told me she was so thrilled she had to show off her ring to her friends who demanded they go get a drink which became two. Then other friends showed up. How fucking stupid was I?" he asked.

Beth shook her head, "I'm guessing Amy's a sociopath. There'd be no signs of guilt since there'd be no feelings of guilt. But, Damn! That's really cold. I still don't get why she accepted the ring, said she'd marry you if..."

"I know, all I can surmise is she assumed the professor would never leave his wife and I was a good fallback. Sucks to be someone's 2nd choice."

"When did you find out?" Beth asked.

"Yesterday morning or the night before. We went to a graduation party..." he told her about Amy disappearing and the letter, patting his shirt pocket as he said it.

Beth noticed the envelope wishing she could read it. Then she felt a rush of anger at the girl. This was a great guy and what she did...she shook her head. She looked almost as pissed as Ben looked distraught. "Come," she said as Ben paid the check, "Do you have to be anywhere tonight?" she asked.

By the next morning, Beth's body and skills drove all his grief away. He'd never been with anyone but Amy and she was content with lying on her back while Ben thrust into her. She always came...or faked it he now suspected after Beth showed him what a real orgasm looked like. They fucked and slept until noon the next day. He woke before her and felt an ache in his heart seeing her unbelievable beauty. He thought that would be it. He'd kiss her goodbye, she'd head back to Cleveland, he'd head back to Boston and she'd be another memory.

Ben got up before Beth and pulled on his shirt and pants and went into her kitchen.

He looked around and saw maple syrup, flour, eggs, and baking powder and decided to make her pancakes. They were just about done and Beth came in wearing nothing.

"Wow! My kitchen's never smelled this good," she smiled.

"Black, cream?" Ben asked holding out a steaming mug.

"Black, wow! I could get used to having a man like you around," she said as she sat.

"Here, they say a way to a woman's heart is through her stomach," he said as he placed a stack of pancakes in front of her.

"That's a man," Beth corrected him. She poured on the warm syrup and took a bite.

"They got that wrong," Ben smiled, "the way to a man's heart is for women to dress just as you are," he said admiringly.

Beth chuckled, "I'd have a lot of men if I ever invited any over. I usually wear nothing when I'm alone in my apartment...too much information?" she asked.

Ben laughed, which felt incredible after the massive amount of grief he felt the last couple of days, "Not enough. That might be the one piece of personal information you've told me. That's all I need to know," he grinned.

Beth giggled and took another bite she stopped chewing. She looked shocked and fished a diamond ring out of her mouth and looked at it. "Are you...is this a..." she gasped.

Ben patted his pocket and then looked over at the counter. The envelope and the letter had fallen out of his shirt pocket and the ring must have bounced into the mixing bowl. He turned back and wanted to say it was an accident then changed his mind, "Too soon?" he asked. He assumed she'd laugh it off but she didn't. Neither did she say no. She was looking at him and then she smiled and said, "Yes. Yes, I'll marry you. Insanely, it seems like it's a great idea."

* * *

That was 6 years ago and what initially seemed rash was blissful. She loved everything about him and learned a few of the languages he knew so they could have private conversations when out together. They camped, backpacked, biked, and did many other things together. She was by all accounts a perfect person, a perfect wife.

Of course, just like every couple, they had different tastes. Ben loved '60s music, the Beatles, Stones, Yardbirds, Animals...especially great guitarists. Beth liked Keisha, Taylor Swift, most other female artists, and a heavy metal group called Slimed Lizards. She'd put on their music and she knew all the words to all their songs, singing along in a gravelly voice just like their lead singer Geoff Mental. He asked her early on who was her favorite artist or group and she never hesitated, "Slimed Lizards," she said quickly.

Ben wanted to laugh as she went from 'Shake It Off' to 'Deep Penetrating Love' by Slimed Lizards. Or, 'Feeling Me Inside Your Love.' Ben had looked up their CDs and checked out their cover art and it was exactly as he thought it would be. A long, fat lizard dripping cream or licking the inside of a hibiscus flower. Nothing subtle at all but it didn't bother him. She was happy, he was happy.

The other strange thing was she never talked about what she did for the two years after her mother died. She just said she went into a huge depression and it took a lot to get out of it. He never pried but he often wondered what she did during the two-year gap in her life.

Their sex life started just like every other newlywed's life. They made sure they made love on every surface in every room. Beth was the driver of most of their love-making, though, in Ben's experience, this went beyond that. They were fucking. Once she found out that Ben's sexual experiences had been limited to missionary and a little oral sex, she showed him the exquisite joy of being deep-throated and cumming in a woman's mouth. Then she introduced him to 69, and showed him how to skillfully get a woman off with his mouth, anal, and just about every position there was.

Over the next few years, sex went from twice or more a day to twice or more a week. Both their jobs kept them busy, both at work and with work brought home. Ben didn't even think he was unhappy with the diminished sex, but Beth was getting frustrated.

Then Ben saw a notification that Slimed Lizards was going to be going on tour. He checked the schedule and saw they were going to be in Seattle a week after he was scheduled to give a talk on linguistics in Portland. He called a friend in the music industry and was able to score front-row floor tickets. He wanted this to be a surprise so he instead told her that the group in Portland urged him to 'bring the wife.' Neither of them had ever been to the Pacific Northwest so after the talk they'd drive up the coast to Vancouver.

Ben was tempted dozens of times to spoil the surprise but maintained the ruse of just sightseeing.

The talk went well and they then left Portland and drove north, passing through Seattle and up into Canada. After a couple of days walking around and sailing they headed back down the coast. Beth was unusually horny, whether it was getting away from the office or just being in the fresh air of the Northwest. Ben didn't complain but was worried that stopping every 100 miles to have sex in the woods was going to make them late in getting into Seattle.

Beth was wondering why Ben wasn't eager to jump out and fuck along Highway 5, but she'd be keeping him up all night once they reached the hotel in Seattle.

They checked, just in time Ben thought. They could shower and have dinner next to the theater. But Beth stripped as soon as they closed the door to the room. They had little time for sex before dinner but Beth insisted. She told him they could skip dinner and screw all night. "I need some cock, let's order in," she pleaded.

Ben thought the entire surprise was going to be ruined and he told her he was up for it but the reservations at the restaurant had been made weeks again - how about a quickie in the shower?

She was fine with that...not thrilled but fine. Ben stripped and pulled her into the shower.

Beth wasted no time as she knelt and sucked his cock to full staff. Ben again thanked God to have met this woman as she took his entire 7" deep into her throat. Her blonde hair was plastered to her face and chest making her jutting tits look even larger. He had been horny the entire drive down and under normal circumstances he'd have pulled over whenever she wanted but his timetable dictated he push through. "Stop," he groaned, "I'm going to cum."

Beth pulled her mouth off his cock with a smack and stood up. She kissed him head on the lips and then turned. "You'd better not cum until...oooohhhhh," she moaned as he slid his cock into her tight wet pussy. She'd been longing to feel his cock for the past 450 miles and even though this wasn't fucking as she looked up at the tall trees, this felt great.

Ben wasn't doing as well. He'd been just as horny and with Beth putting her feet on the dashboard, her pussy wide open as she played with herself didn't help. He tried to slow down but Beth a urging him on he felt the unwelcome ache rising rapidly.

"Fuck me, fuck my tight pussy," she panted. She could feel the wonderful ache building and she began playing with her pussy. She could feel his heavy balls slapping against her pussy and reached back to stroke his ballsack but that was a mistake.

Ben fought it, fought hard but feeling her soft hands on his aching balls was too much. "Oh, fuck!" he cried out as he lost the battle. It felt incredible as he flooded her pussy with his cum but he knew she'd be frustrated all evening. He kept fucking as if this didn't happen but his brain was worried about missing the dinner reservation and then the concert.

Beth groaned as she felt his cock soften and slide limply out. "Damn!" She sighed. Then she turned and sat on the seat in the shower stall, legs opened, "You have to finish," she pleaded.

Ben knelt and pressed his face against her pussy. That was one difference between Amy and Beth, Amy would have been disgusted if Ben came close to her pussy with his mouth after cumming inside but Beth seemed aroused by it. He sucked and licked with her hands on his head pressing him against her. He had to swallow all of her and his fluids but she was getting close. Then he slid his middle finger into her anus and he was rewarded with was cry and her ass lifting off the seat.

After Beth recovered, they climbed out and quickly got ready. Beth hugged her husband and sighed, "Sorry you had to do that but if you hadn't made those reservations...why didn't you tell me? You know I hate surprises."

Ben laughed, "like a diamond ring in your pancakes?"

Beth smiled, "OK. I like some surprises. Just promise me, no more this trip?"

"Sorry. Not promising anything. What if I want to surprise you with a stud with a foot-long cock? Would that piss you off?" he asked.

"Now that you said that, I'll be pissed if you don't surprise me with a hung stud," she grinned. She put on her black satin dress without bra or panties, "since to told me I'd like to make it as easy as possible for the stud to get his cock inside me," she grinned. Also, she knew that excited Ben and she planned on him fucking the shit out of her when they got back. Oral sex is great but nothing beats cumming on a hard cock.

They just made it to the restaurant which was as advertised. Then after a great meal, they left a bit unsteadily as they'd split a bottle of wine. Beth turned for the hotel but Ben suggested a walk. It was a perfect temperature and the night was clear.

Beth held onto her husband's arm as people passed them as if rushing to an appointment or a movie that was about to start. She pulled on his arm, "Let's see what the attraction is."

Ben let himself get pulled along and felt a rush hearing his beautiful wife's gasp.

"Holy shit! The Slimed Lizards? I thought they quit touring," she said. Her head was on a swivel, "see any scalpers? I'd kill to see them again," she said excitedly.

Ben pulled the envelope out of his pocket, "I know you hate surprises, but..."

Beth looked inside and then jumped up wrapping her legs around his waist and kissed her husband, "I love you so much."

The rushing mass of people slowed as they checked out the woman's perfect ass exposed to all.

Ben noticed and lowered his wife to the ground but she was even more exposed when her dress caught on his waist.

Beth felt the cool air on her ass and pussy, quickly pulling and smoothing down the fabric. "I just made a lot of people's days," she sighed. "Are they good seats?" She asked.

"Decent. You'll see," Ben smiled.

They showed the tickets to the usher who led the couple down onto the floor. As they headed down the aisle, Beth held her husband's arm tighter. The usher had to stop periodically as groups found their rows and Beth was getting more and more excited. Then it was clear sailing to the very front.