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Subject: {ASSM} Just Reward
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Date: Sun, 21 Nov 2004 09:10:02 -0500
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Hi all,

Here is another story of mine.  I appreciate e-mail or comments
posted to:

  <news:alt.sex.stories.d>

My previously posted stories can be found at:

<http://groups.google.com/groups?q=author:cyan%40protgp.com>

Enjoy!

-Cy
<http://cyan.protgp.com/>




Just Reward
by Cyan
Copyright 2004 by Cyan

I wondered whether Cathy was really all right about me
abandoning her for the day. In fact, I wondered if *I* were
all right with this excursion, though I didn't mention that
to Joe.  He didn't appear at all concerned about leaving Deb
to her own devices.

"Sure, they're fine," said Joe. "In fact, who knows? Maybe
they're taking this opportunity to, you know..." He didn't
finish, but he did laugh.

That was Joe for you. In fact, I wondered why I was doing
this.  Out early, for a day with this guy. To go fishing. I
didn't mind a whole lot, but fishing isn't really my thing.
And Joe, he was Deb's husband, that was all he was to me.
Deb and Cathy went way back, and always arranged this annual
week sharing a cabin.  Thus my week with Joe. "Deb's got to
have it, you know," said Joe. "She'll miss me, even though
she had plenty of me this morning."

"Deb woke up with you?" I said, before thinking. We'd set
out at five!

"Sure thing," said Joe, sounding proud. "Gives me oral any
time I'm going, even just for a day." I wondered if I wanted
to hear this.  Yes, a part of me did. I recalled Deb: she
has a way about her.  Sometimes I felt she was giving me sly
looks and I wondered what she was up to, and you just had
this feeling that she'd know what she was doing in the
bedroom. "You got your oral, didn't you?" said Joe. Now that
was getting personal. "Didn't you?"

"I allowed Cathy to sleep in," I said, musing that it was a
bit of an exaggeration to refer to sleeping past five as
"sleeping in".

Joe gave me that little sarcastic laugh he does sometimes.
"You don't get oral from her, do you?" he said, accusingly.
"Listen, it's the man's code, you need to know how to get
oral from your own wife!"

I suppose in a way I agreed with him, but as I mused over
that irony, I also faced the fact that we live in the real
world. Not Joe's fantasy world. "I mean it," he continued,
"you've got to take care of this. You know how to get them
into it, don't you?"

I just laughed at him. "This is important, man," he said.
"Listen, here's what you do. Hm, is her birthday coming up?"
As a matter of fact, it was. "Listen, on her birthday,
you've got to have a plan. Take her off, two or three
places, all day. Get her to take a day off work if you can,
and don't tell her where you are taking her. Pick a
restaurant she likes for lunch, have something planned she
likes to do for the afternoon, and some new place you've
checked out for dinner. Her favorite kind of food, and a
bottle of wine.  You getting this?" I actually was finding
it entertaining that that Joe, of all people, was coming out
with this stuff, but I wasn't going to admit that to him.
"Then, take her home, and give her exactly the kind of sex
she likes, especially something you never do. And whatever
it is, make it long and romantic, with flowers.  Even give
her a bath. They like all that shit. Go down on her if you
have to.

"Then when it's your birthday, she'll feel she owes you. If
she says anything when you're doing all these things, say
nothing's too good for her on her birthday. But be sure to
say it's her birthday that's making you kiss up to her so
much. Not love or how much she deserves it any shit like
that.

"Then, she'll feel she owes you. But what you want to do, if
she goes for it when your birthday comes around is be ready
for it.  As soon as she's done, tell her how great it feels
when she does it.  And give her chocolate. In fact, this is
the real secret: give her chocolate as soon as she's
finished you, it's unbelievable how great it works.  And
even cuddle with her and stuff. You want to make her get off
on the whole thing so afterward, she's glad she did it.

"Then, it'll all most likely take care of itself. They
always think about these things over and over and if she
liked it, she'll volunteer for more. In about a month, you
might want to put it back into her mind with some more
romantic shit.  And be sure to have the chocolate ready.
And make it fun for her another time or two; wait until
she's hooked before you start getting more demanding.  In
fact, later on, if you keep feeding her the chocolate,
you'll be surprised what you'll have her doing."

He finally finished. "And that's it?" I said.

"Works like magic," he said. "I tell you, all I have to do
now is unwrap a piece of chocolate, and Deb'll be naked on
her knees in no time, licking her lips for more than the
reward."

And I actually found myself thinking about it later. Joe's
one of those guys who's plenty crude, but somehow you just
know women fell all over him when he was available. And some
of what he said amazed me, that he would even have a clue
about romantic strategy. I realized the *Joe*s of this world
are not stupid.

***

It apparently was to be an annual tradition. Tacklebox in
hand, Joe led me once again through the near-dawn to the
boat. I thought about our previous year's excursion.  "Say,
Joe," I said. "You remember what you told me last year about
oral sex?"

"Oral sex?" he said, showing no immediate recognition.
"Oh--yes, I remember.  Shit, what a load of crap I came up
with that day. You didn't try any of that shit, did you?"

"Uh..." I started.

"You *did,* didn't you?" he said, laughing. "I can just see
you doing all that for Cathy, thinking she might return the
favor.  And wondering what you were doing wrong." He almost
went into a fit of hysterics. I was well-reminded why Joe
and I would never have ended up as friends without Deb and
Cathy. "God, I can just see it," he added.

***

Joe had driven off on some errand, the following morning.
Cathy had said she was going for a hike. I felt a bit uneasy
alone in the cabin with Deb since she'd been giving me even
more of those sly looks. I discovered her in Cathy's and my
room. She sat on the side of the bed, and had the drawer of
our nightstand open, looking into it as if something inside
was of great interest. When I came in, she turned to me,
smiling openly.  "You know," she said, "Cathy has told me
some fascinating things about you." With that, she removed a
chocolate kiss from the drawer, came over, and handed it to
me.

Then, backing up a couple of feet, giving me more of that
grin, she stripped and knelt. It happened fast, but she did
it in a smooth, lithe motion that oozed sex. Then, putting
her hands behind her neck, she opened her mouth wide, her
eyes locked on mine.  Making no other move, she shut her
eyes.  Waiting.  It struck me Cathy must have been rather
complete in her account.

***

Cathy lay facing me that night, in bed, her arm over my
chest. "I love you," she whispered in my ear. God did I feel
guilty. "Listen," Cathy said, aloud but softly. "I hope you
don't mind doing that for Deb sometimes, what we arranged
this afternoon. She's finding Joe unbelievably boring."

She put her lips to my ear again. "I'll make it up to you
right now," she said, "if you still have a piece of
chocolate."




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