Life with Brian - Sex Stories

Life with Brian

... on his studies. He looked at me kind of funny one night as I was doing the dishes after dinner and said "you know Chris, you make a terrific wife". I threw the dishcloth at him in mock anger and he gave me his first smile in ages. Brian’s spirits improved quickly after that, and I figured that he was finally over Ashleigh. She sure had made a big impression on him considering they’d only been together for a few months. Anyway, he devoted himself more to work, but we also did more stuff out like in-line skating and some hiking. About nine months after I moved to LA I started to feel a kind of strange fatigue, but I passed it off as a mild virus and didn’t think much about it. I did notice that I wasn’t able to run quite as well as I had been. I thought maybe I needed to improve my muscle tone a little, and so I signed up for a yoga class that was taught after hours at the civic centre. Brian agreed to pay for it as a present for my eighteenth birthday, on the understanding that I wasn’t going to go all mystical on him like Ashleigh did and wig out for Nepal or anything. I had to reassure him that it wasn’t that kind of course - it had very little meditation and a lot of muscle work. Even so, I found that I had lost a little of the strength I had, and holding some of the poses was more difficult than I’d imagined it would be. Most of the others in my yoga class were women, and I struck up a friendship with one woman about ten years older than me. Her name was Barbara and she ...

... was married with two k**s. She referred to the yoga as her sanity break. She started driving me home after the class finished because it was pretty much on her way. I liked her, she reminded me of a younger version of my Mom, who I was missing. I started losing weight, even though I thought I was still eating the same amounts. I didn’t notice it at first because we didn’t have a set of scales in the apartment, but I did notice that some of my jeans were looser on me and so were the collars on my shirts. Some of them were getting kind of thin, and I thought maybe they’d stretched. But in the bathroom one morning I noticed that I was definitely thinner than I used to be. I started to worry that I was wasting away. Finally I got a little work. Barbara told me her husband needed some part time assistance with his business, routine stuff like mail-outs to clients and keeping track of orders and deliveries. It was only a day a week, but he could pay me cash and I could choose the day that was best for me. I was really happy, not just because of the money, which wasn’t going to be much, but because it would be my money and I wouldn’t have to ask Brian for as much each week. Brian was pleased for me, but reiterated that we were doing fine with the money we had, He said I shouldn’t feel obliged to contribute to the house expenses - the money I earned should be mine. So I went to work for Barbara’s husband, John, who was nice enough but a bit distant. The first day I started there I got ...