Message-ID: <42903asstr$1055473807@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <jcl@penrij.uucp.jtan.com> From: Jack C Lipton <jcl@penrij.uucp.jtan.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <200306102202.h5AM2da31851@penrij.uucp.jtan.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 10 Jun 2003 18:02:39 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} Ecstatic Cling [04/12] Evelyn (rom MF oral slow hyp mc reluc bond(light) public) Date: Thu, 12 Jun 2003 23:10:07 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/42903> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman Author: Jack C Lipton <cupasoup@softhome.net> Title: Ecstatic Cling: Evelyn Part: 04/12 Universe: Ecstatic Cling Summary: Marital Issues get resolved the "hard" way Keywords: rom MF oral slow hyp mc reluc bond(light) public Revision: $Revision: 1.3 $ Archive: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/CupaSoup/www/ Mailing List: FAQ: RCS: $Id: cling04.x,v 1.3 2003/02/24 01:35:55 jcl Exp $ Ecstatic Cling Night 4: Evelyn by Jack C Lipton Evelyn turned out to be rather aggressive in our "cleansing" exercise and had learned enough to give good cues to me when I went down on her to guide me in doing the best I could for her. Her own concentration when it was my turn was lacking. While we were getting the dining room ready for dinner I did not hide my disappointment, which was two-pronged. She'd shown little enthusiasm in giving me a blow job and she was resisting the need to work closely with me. She was much less cooperative than even Dawn had been. We didn't fight but I did tell her that she was making me miss Beth a LOT. She stopped and asked me why? "Because she paid so much attention to me that I could work with her. We both knew and agreed on what needed to be done so we concentrated on each other. It was like magic. I followed her as much as she followed me." "Sounds like a tough act to follow." I sighed, nodding. "I'm sorry, but, yes, you're right. I got spoiled." "Well, let's try something. Forget I'm me and I'll forget you're you, let's see how we can work this out." We picked up our work and, will little hints here and there started to work together better. We slowly forgot how much we found the situation uncomfortable so we poured more and more attention on each other. It's funny but as soon as we started touching each other and kissing here and there things started to swing and our work got to be fun. We took the time before dinner to handle some biological imperatives (no, we didn't jump each other), washed up and went back in for dinner. We sat and looked over this evening's meal- fried chicken, biscuits, gravy and even my favorite, potato wedges. Some couples went straight into the impaled mode, we spent some time breaking up the food so we wouldn't have an awkward time eating, *then* we got into that "nice" position and Evelyn was on my lap. We didn't start eating right away, she went along with my desire to kiss and caress her, which she returned. I was having a good time before we started eating and it felt like her eyes were glowing as we fed each other. I even applied gravy to her small breasts and, well, went to town on them. During dinner we stopped pretty often to just kiss and cuddle. She was getting close to her climax and, to my utter surprise, started talking dirty to me, something I'd never been really exposed to. Panting, she started with, "Oh, I'm getting close, I'm going to cum on your lap, Oh, I want you to cum in me, give it to me, yes, fuck me full, fuck me..." I'd never realized how exciting being told to cum like that was. When she came it was obvious from the squeezes matching her moaning so I did as she'd bid and came in her. Once we'd stopped panting we thanked each other and kissed before finishing the meal. I cuddled her as best I could after my erection fell out of her. I watched the others afterward and whispered in her ear about how few of them were really getting into it. Cleaning the dining room with Evelyn wasn't as bad as the setup had been; we were finally getting "in tune" with each other. Entering group discussion we were already feeling pretty mellow and kept touching each other's hands and looking at each other. We got dragged out of this loop early on: "Jack, Evelyn, you both seem to be getting along pretty well at dinner and even now. So what are you doing right?" All I could do was shrug. It beat me. Evelyn, though, did find something to say. "Well, he puts all of his attention on me, listening to me, watching me when we're working. I started out a bit spooked so I tried to pay close attention to him, and, well, I don't understand why it works. The more attention" she faced me, looked in my eyes as she continued "I give him, the more he gives me back. It's so different. I remember when John would look at me that way but ... he stopped ... Oh ..." I could watch Evelyn's pupils dilate and shrink in cycles, she was remembering things. Some were obviously pleasant but she had enough bad memories too. We had silence for her to think. "... it was me, it was me!" she finished and started sobbing on my chest, me doing my best to hold her. I had no idea what revelation she really had but I could feel her shaking all the way to her core. This woman was hurting. She finally pulled her head away from my chest, turned to her husband who was now standing by us with his current partner Peggy and wailed, "I'm sorry, John, I'm sorry. I didn't know! I didn't know!" John ended up on the hot seat while I held this sobbing woman in my free arm. "So, John, what didn't she know?" "I'm not sure, but she must now realize that I backed away when I wasn't getting much attention from her. I was pretty pissed at her because she wouldn't talk to me much and sex was pretty uninspiring, so I backed off." Evelyn had somehow cried herself to sleep in my arms. I kissed her forehead as she dozed. The meeting was a little quieter but both Carl and Walter were getting feedback from Belle and Sandi, their current partners. They weren't enjoying it. When the session broke up we went to shower which was a nice quiet session and I didn't do much for her and I encouraged her to take it easy and not do anything for me considering how drained she was. I knew she was still upset and more than a little angry with herself. We went to bed and she was passive enough to accept my cuddling. I kissed the back of her neck and told her to sleep and have happy dreams. It seems I couldn't get anything right, she started sobbing again. The only thing I could think of doing was to rock her and I just told her to relax, that she was safe, that I loved her... Oh, yes, I did love her. I also loved Helen, Alice, Dawn and Beth. I would not want them to be hurt by anyone, most especially by me. She quieted down and soon faded to sleep. Despite how upset I'd gotten dealing with her emotional pain, I also managed to pass out. Morning was a serious jolt to me as the wakeup call rang the phone. Evelyn was still asleep, her head on my right shoulder and her right arm across my chest. I kissed her forehead before reaching for the phone. When I turned back to her she was looking at me. "Are you all right, Ev?" She nodded. "OK then, we might as well get up and see about getting to the exercise room." "But... don't you want to fuck me?" What a question. I was also bothered by the phrasing, but the answer was the same: "Not my choice. You were hurting a lot last night. And I don't like to fuck, really." She looked puzzled before asking, "But... I thought..." Oh, she must not realize what I meant. "I'd much rather make love with you. That's with you, not *to* you, OK? I'm not about to pressure you either. If you want me you'll let me know in some way I can't ignore. If you don't want me, well, I'm not going to chase you." Her face had a couple of emotional jumps before she agreed that we needed to get up since she needed to pee. We used the big shower stall to pee and rinsed off the lower half of our bodies, dried, and headed off to the exercise room. Once my bladder was empty my erection faded completely. Our "pull down" exercise was fun with her chest rubbing mine and my erection showed itself again, slapping her bare pubes as we worked the bar. We did the weights without any overt sexual contact and soon readied for our shower when Evelyn-- or, as I was calling her, "Ev"-- shaved me and did an exceptional job. I thanked her as we got ready to start our shower. "Thanks, that's the best job I've done since I got here. It was nice of you to trust me." I kissed her and told her she'd done a good job. We didn't do the straddle thing this morning at breakfast (though it seems every body else did) and we had a nice and relaxing meal. However, I got hit between the eyes this morning, when the TV and VCR played our morning conversation: "If you want me you'll let me know in some way I can't ignore. If you don't want me, well, I'm not going to chase you." "Jack, would you care to let us know what you meant by this? And has it applied to Helen as well?" "Of course it applied and applies to Helen. She hasn't been comfortable when I'm even moderately aggressive. I did realize, fairly early on, that, if she's not interested in me she won't pursue me. If she doesn't pursue me, she's not interested in me. And if I have to pursue her all the time, well, I feel like shit. So I figured I'd wait. As I got less and less of her attention I dropped the amount of time and attention I gave her, it had become a losing game. What was the point to further investments in time and attention? I got nothing out of it except some short-lived sexual pleasure." I shrugged. "Well, Jack, what were you looking for?" "For my needs to be important to her. I didn't need her to 'put up' with my sex drive, I needed her to find me desirable enough for her to chase me. I had my manhood all invested in her and, well, that was it." "Helen, what do you think of what your husband said?" I looked over, she looked puzzled. "I don't understand." "Jack said he needed for you to be sexually interested in him so that he'd feel like a man. What stopped you from giving him attention?" "Well, we worked, I'd be tired when we got home. Oh, yeah, he used to rub my feet but he stopped." "Why did he stop?" "I don't know, he just did. Not all at once, of course. He just spent less and less time doing my feet." "And what did you do for him?" "What?" She still looked very perplexed. She could not be this thick, could she? Ruth sighed and shook her head in disappointment. I was getting better at reading facial expressions. Ruth's husband jumped in, "How much time and attention did you give his feet?" Helen stared at him. "But his feet didn't hurt like mine." Leon just rolled his eyes. Bill, her current partner, was staring at her like she had two heads. "Helen, didn't Jack deserve any attention?" "Of course nn...." she stopped, eyes going wide. "Uh... he never told me that his feet hurt. He never asked..." "Did you ever ask?" "No, I'd take off my shoes and put my feet up on the coffee table. He'd have me move to put my feet in his lap and he'd start to rub and massage them." "So, you didn't tell him, you didn't ask him, he volunteered to do this for you. What did you volunteer to do for him?" "Well I'd tell him he could hold me in bed." This time I could hear a lot of snickers rolling across the room. "So, you didn't really want your husband's attention, did you?" asked Ruth again. "Of course I wanted his attention. He used to be very nice to me, rubbing and scratching my back, brushing my hair and helping me dress." "And how did you reward him for doing this?" "Well, I'd thank him and kiss him for being so considerate." "And how long did it take for him to stop doing anything for you?" "Oh, I don't know, a couple of months." I added, "Actually, more like a year, hon. I kept hoping." Ruth looked at me, then at Joanie, Carl's wife. "Joanie, how long did it take for you to stop treating Carl so special?" "Oh, about four months. He didn't seem interested in my attention so I figured that if it wasn't important enough to him, why was I doing it?" Ruth polled three others, none of whom got past eight months. "So, it would be safe to say that Jack is an idiot, right?" Walter agreed instantly. Ruth hit him, "Well, you've been an idiot, too, Walter. You neglected your wife's need to feel special, too." Alice came to my defense, with, "If he's an idiot, he's *my* kind of idiot. I made the same kind of mistake and didn't learn my lesson soon enough." Beth also spoke up, "He's less of an idiot than I am, I've still been trying to get my husband to notice that I've got needs too, and it's been over a year and a half." Peggy's husband Bill was nodding, as was June's husband Mark. "So it seems we have the neglected and the neglecter. Evelyn, you want to add anything here?" I could tell her eyes were quite wet, already tears had run down her face. She closed her eyes and shook her head before trying to burrow into me. I held her and scratched her back in lazy circles. "Jack, what are you doing? She didn't put out for you last night, so why..." "She's hurting and she needs to feel loved. I don't know why, but she has a nice smile and I enjoyed working with her yesterday." "But doesn't she need to pay for that in sex?" What a stupid question. "Of course not. She already has quite a lot of credit with me because of how well we worked together last night. If she really wanted to have sex," I shrugged, "she'd let me know in some obvious way. Don't get me wrong, the amount of sexual activity I've faced here far exceeds anything I've ever experienced or believed possible, but in some ways it feels better to be useful and wanted." "So, that said, Helen? What did you do to make your husband feel useful and wanted?" "Well, we were married. I stayed faithful to him." "How is staying faithful much of a stretch for you? I mean, if you weren't going to have sex with him, were you interested in having sex with other men but restrained yourself?" I was beginning to think that Helen's reputed intelligence was lacking. I knew she was quite smart but none of it was showing here. Helen just spluttered, "What?" "OK, let's step back a bit. How often did you have sex with your husband?" "Well we would have sex the first night after my period ended. I didn't want to get pregnant." "And how did this work?" "I'd ask him if he wanted to have sex with me. After a while he just would roll over when I asked and go to sleep without answering me." Dawn opened her mouth, paused, then spoke, "It sure doesn't sound like you did anything but just let him climb on top of you. How did you feel when he didn't even try?" "Well, irritated, figuring that he'd just try at a bad time of the month. I didn't want to get pregnant." Dawn had a shocked look on her face. "You know, Helen, I tended to ignore my husband too, which is why we're here with everyone else. What would you have done if he had gone out and fooled around?" "Oh, I'd be pretty damn pissed off. My first husband did that, and I divorced the bastard." "And you wanted to be divorced again?" "Of course not! Everything was fine until he stopped rubbing my feet." I just put my face in my hands, my ultimate stupidity was fully revealed. "So, Helen, you're not really all that interested in having sex, right?" "Of course not. It's not ladylike." I couldn't watch but I could hear the derisive laughter. "So, will you get a divorce now that Jack knows he can find a woman who actually finds him interesting?" "But... I really should be married. Especially if I'll be pregnant." "Helen, start thinking about it. You can be non-sexual and live alone, giving your child away, or you can have both a husband and a child. I'm not currently sanguine about your chances of the latter, and, given your current blind-spots, I'm not sure you should keep a child anyway. Do you even want your husband?" "Of course, but I want him like he was when we got married." "Well, maybe you can get him a pre-frontal lobotomy since he'd need one, along with castration, to stay on as your servant. No, not a servant. A slave. You want a slave." "Of course not! I want my husband. I want his respect and his consideration and his support. I want him to be kind to me." "Right, but you don't want to pay for it." "Pay?" "Yes, he was your slave because he thought you loved him, but it looks like you only really loved the work he did for you. Initially he wouldn't expect much in compensation. When he realized that no real consideration was forthcoming, well, he backed off. You'd used up all of your credit with him, and, given this program, he's aware of how indebted you are to him." I was really hoping that Helen wasn't really this stupid. It was a relief when the subject was changed and we saw a tape of Helen's orgasm of the morning. "Helen, unless there is something odd about this, we'd suspect you just ovulated this morning." Bill was quite black. Wow, that'd undercut Helen with her friends. I figured that in another week and a half I'd know if Helen and I would be together. Or not. It all depended upon whether she still wanted to be. A part of me was hurt by this news but yet another was elated since she'd need ME for a change, and I'd find out, for good or ill, how important I really was. Helen was left to stew as other film clips were shown and commented on. Carl and Walter were not reassured, nor were either June or Peggy. The meeting wound down without anything more aimed at me or Helen. Our work to clean up guest rooms went quickly since we got back into the groove of working together more easily than we had before. I gave her attention, none of it overtly sexual, which she matched very well. My dick didn't spend as much time at attention as I would have feared but, after finishing the third room, she put down a towel on a bed we'd just made and pulled me on top of her. I was startled, so I went "Huh?". "Jack, right now, I am *so* wet, I want you *NOW*. Just get your dick into me as quick as you can. Please love me?" I'm not a complete idiot, of course. I loved her so I did my best to hold her and comfort her in that most intimate of embraces. I didn't last long, of course. We were most fortunate that she didn't need me to. As much a simultaneous orgasms are usually the exception, they seemed to be the rule from which there were few exceptions this week. We kissed and cuddled as we came down from our high and were soon cleaning up and re-straightening the covers on the bed we'd used. We still had some time before getting into lunch preparation so we went for a walk on the beach. I enjoyed holding her hand as we walked in the sand. We did stop now and then to kiss and hold each other. Lunch was on the gas grill again and we were getting everything together for the task. Evelyn and I discussed how to do the lunch stuff and, with the time coming, we got the chicken onto the grill on one side and lit the other. As the crew filtered in we were flipping burgers, toasting buns, making sure the hot-dogs were ready, the beans were nice and hot on the side burner and started to dish people up. Once we'd served everybody we were able to shut off the gas and go to sit down. Unlike the others we didn't "assume the position" but we ate so close to each other and fed each other, her eyes, like mine, looking at each other. We did help a little with the clean-up and, when the time rolled around, went to my psych session. By now I knew that we were undergoing a hypnotic session. The session went fast, they put us under almost immediately. From there we went and cleaned up the lobby. Finally I was not part of an exhibition. "So, Jack, Evelyn, not giving us a good example?" Ev shook her head. "I didn't feel up to it right now." I just shrugged. What could I add? Our little tryst was up on the screen and Ruth commented "I am pleased that you're not completely off sexual activity, Evelyn." Evelyn nodded. "It just took a while for me to feel better. Jack helped a bit." It was time for me to be re-partnered. It was Joanie's turn to be my partner. I didn't know how she was doing but her husband was still a thick brick in the discussions. 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