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29 Temmuz 2022, 23:35
*Nothing amplifies the drudgery of working indoors more thoroughly than winter surrendering its icy grip to the warmth of spring. Today I ponder this event in the sun?s warm embrace on my favorite park bench. I allow deadlines, pressure to close the multi-million dollar Stone deal, and every work-related burden to evaporate as the aroma of freshly mowed grass blends with the fragrance of hyacinths to lift my spirit.*In a sun-induced trance, the rhythmic slap of rubber sole shoes draws my attention, and the lively spring in the step of another human being basking in the warmth of an April day draws my smile. Her tight shorts and snug tank top leave no doubt to the perfection beneath. Without breaking stride, the corners of her lush lips turn up as she passes with a wink in my direction. Nothing more than a sign of appreciation from a young woman enjoying a warm afternoon in the park. Perhaps because of a vivid imagination, but I attribute the rhythmic sway of her hips to gratitude for not gawking but making eye contact with a greeting nod.In the early years of our marriage, Celia expounded on the differences in gawking lustfully and admiring respectfully. She often held court on those warm spring days we gathered for lunch on this bench. Without hesitation, she took great joy in jarring me from staring at stunning women with an elbow to the ribs. Characteristic of my old high school football coach, Celia considered pain the best teacher. She was right. I never forgot.But unfortunately, the cost of chasing dreams is living life to the fullest. And each rung of the corporate ladder requires more dedication to the company and more time to ascend the chain of command.**These days Celia and I stay too busy making a living to enjoy the essence of life. Two generations ago, my grandmother raised five kids on grandpa?s income. Likewise, Celia and I have six-figure incomes and fight tooth and nail to make ends meet. Our only difference is we live in a bigger house and drive fancier cars.One of those better things in life is my high-tech wristwatch. This damn thing not only tells me when I have a call, but I can also make the call on it while checking my pulse and too many things to mention. For instance, my high-tech wristwatch now tells me I need to go back to work.***Meanwhile, Celia?s back is to her desk across town as she stares longingly at a carefree flock of birds soaring outside her office window.?What?s so interesting??Celia continues to study the flock and says, ?Freedom!?Liz arches her eyebrows as the door clicks closed behind her and asks, ?Freedom from what??Celia twirls her chair around with a sigh. ?A boring sex life.?Ridges of concern güvenilir bahis (http://www.pongp.com/) appear on her forehead as Liz asks, ?Are you and Bret having problems???Except for spending more time ensuring his boss is happy than keeping me satisfied, everything is hunky-dory.??Bret strikes me as an understanding guy.?Celia exhales loudly. ?I wouldn?t know.??Wait a minute, are you saying you have yet to confide your concerns with your husband??Celia stares in disbelief. ?Any man with an ounce of understanding can tell I?m not a happy camper.??You?re in luck, my schedules free,? Liz says, taking a seat. ?So why aren?t you getting laid??Celia faces the window, saying, ?My sex life isn?t an open topic of conversation.??Conferring with a therapist isn?t gossip.??You?re a therapist???No longer professionally, I sold my practice when we moved from New York to the west coast.??Any particular reason for changing professions??Liz laughs. ?I needed to stop giving advice and start taking it instead.?Celia studies Liz for several long moments. ?So, what?s your expert opinion on fixing this problem???Unfortunately, I can?t offer a one size fits all remedy.??Size isn?t the problem. Him using it more is the stickler.?Liz covers her mouth and says, ?Sorry, poor choice of words, I meant no one answer covers every problem.??Aren?t you listening? I need my husband?s mind off work and on me.??Men aren?t complicated. They love new things, so what new twist have you applied to your love life???We?re married!?Liz?s eyes roll upward with a shake of her head, and Celia asks, ?How do you and Stan spice things up???The truth?? Celia nods, and Liz says, ?Occasionally, we join friends for sexual variations.??Oh my God, you?re joking.?Liz shakes her head with a smile. ?Wild unabashed sex cures the sexless doldrums.??You having sex with other men must drive Stan crazy.?Liz giggles. ?Quite the opposite, me with another man fires his rockets, but observing me with another woman puts him in orbit.?Celia?s tone is conspiratorial as she whispers, ?What happens if the guy?s ugly, or isn?t your cup of tea???The opportunity to dress provocatively in an environment where sex is a distinct possibility is an addictive thrill.?Implications run rampant in Celia?s mind. ?Aren?t you concerned with being outed as swingers???These gatherings are private, so anybody we encounter engages in the same activity.?Celia leans back in her chair. Two minutes of silence pass before a smile spreads, and Celia says, ?I can see where letting your inner-slut run free is appealing.??I can make the arrangements if you?re interested???Fat chance of getting Bret onboard.?Half an hour later, plans are in place when güvenilir bahis siteleri (http://www.pongp.com/) Celia asks, ?Does seven work for you??***Celia?s tone is demanding when she says, ?I?m in the den.?The front door clicks close behind me, and I test the waters by saying, ?How was your day, babe???We need to talk.??Give me five minutes to shed this coat and tie first.??Now!?Every action which might raise Celia?s wrath is instantly processed. But unfortunately, nothing coming to mind only increases the urgency. So *I bite the proverbial bullet and join her in the den.But I?m no rookie. Eight years of marriage taught me how to address these situations. So, I kiss her cheek with a broad smile and ask, ?What?s up, babe??Without returning my kiss, she blindsides me, ?When did we last interact as a couple??There is no need to add fuel to the fire, so I make a concerted effort not to shrug, saying, ?Last week.??What did we do???Sorry, I wasn?t expecting a test. I haven?t been studying.? Because of my caring nature, I instantly regret infusing humor into the conversation. Or possibly because of my wife?s unamused stare instead.Celia?s unflinching stare intensifies, crossing her arms over her chest. ?We went to Lake Tahoe.??I thought you meant recently. The Tahoe trip was two years ago.??Exactly! Are you ashamed to be with me???I won?t dignify that with an answer.?Celia nods, biting her bottom lip. ?Fair enough, when was the last time we made love??My mouth slowly opens as I join Celia on the sofa. ?Stop with the games and come out with what?s on your mind???Our marriage is progressing to merely two people cohabiting in a shared house, and things need to change.??In what way???You ignore me.??Have you lost your mind???Your work comes first, and I?m a distant second.??The dream life I supply you comes with a cost, and I?m busting my ass to pay the tab.??I don?t miss the dreams. I long for those days we couldn?t keep our hands off each other.??My bad, take those clothes off, and I?ll make up for my oversight,? I say with an arch of my eyebrows.Celia continues to glare. ?Not until we hash this out.??Enough. Are you upset about something I did, or are you miffed about something I neglected? ??We?ve lost that spark and need to regain spontaneity in our love life.??And where did you gain this insight???Liz and I discussed the subject today.??Who is Liz, and when did you start discussing our sex life with strangers???Liz from marketing, she?s the woman you couldn?t keep your eyes off of at last year?s Christmas Party.?Images of the shapely brunette spark my memory. ?I guess a sexpot is the best place to gain sexual insight.??She is an expert on the subject. iddaa siteleri (http://www.pongp.com/) Both her and Stan are sexologists.??I?m sure working in marketing instead of her field of expertise doesn?t reflect her ability???Judge for yourself. They?re coming over tonight for cocktails.?The doorbell curtails the few thousand questions on my mind.*The sweet aroma of vanilla captivates my senses as Liz greets me with a hug. ?Bret, how wonderful to see you again. How are you??Unable to resist squeezing her tighter to mash her breast into my chest, I say, ?Fantastic, and yourself??A dart of her tongue over her lips, and Liz says, ?I?m glad you and Celia sought our perspectives.??Yeah, Celia was quite vague concerning your discussion.??Take a seat, and we?ll rectify your curiosity.?I flop on the sofa, and Liz joins me. ?Our field of expertise is putting relationships back on track.??Strange, I?m unaware of our relationship being off track.?Liz giggles good-naturedly. ?And there lies the reason for our visit.?I hold my stare. ?I?m not sure what Celia?s told you, but I bust my hump to give her everything she wants.?Liz holds her hands up defensively. ?I?m not here to assess blame but to suggest ways to improve your relationship.?My face burns as I say, ?I?m listening.?Liz takes my hand. ?Attraction is the first step in forming a sexual relationship.? I nod my agreement, and she says, ?but a prolonged sexual relationship takes work by both parties???What are you trying so hard to avoid saying???Sometimes, the same old thing doesn?t work anymore.??In what way???If given a chance, we?ll find out together.??I?m open to whatever rejuvenates our relationship.??Take a moment to ponder the secret of finding common ground to fire both your rockets.? Liz squeezes my hand, turning to face Celia, and asks, ?mind giving me the tour of the house you promised???Sure, this house is our pride and joy.?Our spouse?s laughter ringing through the house piques my curiosity *as I ask Stan, ?What are you drinking???Scotch on the rocks, thanks.?Twenty minutes of awkward chit-chat pass until the sound of heels clicking on the tile floor filter into the den. My drink slips from my hand, and an acrobatic catch is needed to avoid a catastrophe. Both women are in corsets, high heels, and thigh-high stockings. The only difference is Celia?s is red, and Liz?s is black.Celia flops on one side of me, Liz flops on the other, and they say, ?Did you miss us??Stan?s eyes devour Celia as he says, ?You two are mesmerizing.?Celia?s shameful display has me tittering on the edge of control. However, her smile beams as Liz hooks an arm in mine and asks, ?You?re awful quiet, don?t you approve???More of a profound curiosity for this interdiction.??Celia is concerned with your lack of libido.? Liz shifts to face me, her tongue darts over her upper lip as her fingers trace up my thigh. Then, in a husky voice, she asks, ?Mind if I suck your dick??