Steak & BJ After Decades Of Neglect - Sex Stories

Steak & BJ After Decades Of Neglect

... Valentine's evening. You are a nice girl to worry about, but it is not necessary. Remember my motto, which I used to repeat in self-defense class, "Yes, I'm a damsel, I'm in distress. I can handle this. Have a nice day."

From the couch I heard the girl laughing serenely, repeating in chorus the motto with which my wife always closed her self-defense classes at the gym.

I closed my eyes. How had we gotten to that moment? I closed my eyes and remembered both dates: our first Valentine's Day, and our last.

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Chapter 2 - two flashbacks: our first Valentine's Day, and our last.

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Twenty-two years ago, I met my wife. She was an intelligent, rational, energetic, feminist, and full of ideas girl.

We were both college graduates and worked hard. Her mother had had an accident and the doctors had given her a few months to live, so we decided together that we would get married to give that poor dying woman the wedding she had always dreamed of for her daughter.

I was overjoyed that day, also because we also had another surprise for friends and family: at the cake-cutting, my wife announced that we were expecting a baby. I know that such news is usually received in a distorted way, but we had done it as a gift to our dying grandmother. A baby girl was born, a week before Grandma died-she had a chance to hold her just long enough to take the saddest and most beautiful pictures we ever had.

On our first Valentine's Day, my wife was pregnant and throwing up all ...

... the time. I brought her a gift (an Eau de parfum) but she threw up and would not even hear about the restaurant I booked in an ill-timed way.

She also said a phrase that I did not understand, "Valentine's Day, the holiday of fools..." But because he was vomiting, maybe I didn't understand him correctly.

The next year she was pregnant again: we had planned it, because our two jobs allowed it and because we thought it would be good for the children to grow up together.

More perfume, more vomit, more of a phrase about the deluded.

Our third Valentine was not pregnant, but she had two small daughters. I ventured to book a restaurant, summon a babysitter, and prepare everything decently, but she denied herself by reciting a nursery rhyme (which was indelibly printed in my mind, in Bookman Old Style 14 bold font):

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"Valentine's Day is a lie, for each, and every, guy who believes that he is loved; but instead, he will be fooled."

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My wife has never cheated on me, nor deceived me. Simply, Violet never gave importance to any Calendar party. She didn't even celebrate birthdays or name days; every day in December was the same for her; and the only day she felt truly patriotic was National Day because her father had served in the Navy.

I was always overjoyed with my wife, in all things (love, friendship, complicity, sex, lots of sex). The only thing in which we are not in tune is the Holidays.

I have always been very happy with my wife, in all things (love, ...