Thursday morning in the bedroom of Paul Langley and his wife Judy’s bedroom -- Paul was sweating and puffing a bit in his exertions on top of Judy in the missionary position. He felt almost there with the familiar tightening of his balls. A few more pushes and he would fill his wife with his seed. Judy was calm and detached as she spoke the four words no husband wants to hear. No, not we have to talk. Judy looked her at husband of only nine months and said, “Are you finished yet?”
Paul was not an insensitive man. The words ended any possibility of him achieving an orgasm. He rolled off his wife and stared at the ceiling. “Yes, dear; I’m finished.”
“Good. I’m going to take a shower. You can stay in bed until I’m out.” I must pack for a four day stay in Peoria. I have at least nine houses lined up to show this weekend. I’ll be back Monday afternoon.
Paul watched his nude wife walk from the bed to the bathroom door. Good Lord, she was beautiful. He let his mind wander back to the day he asked this lovely creature to marry him. He was ecstatic when she said yes. She seemed to be so in sync with him in all the important ways. They were a good match in many things, politically, financially, both had the same feelings about children (they wanted to wait a few years before tying themselves down with child rearing), and the biggie, their enjoyment of sex and a strong belief in marital fidelity. Neither would tolerate screwing around and professed a sincere desire to remain faithful. She was simply perfect. In hindsight, Paul recognized that much of his assessment of Judy’s attraction was the “halo effect”. He was head over heels in love and was incapable of seeing any faults in her. He went to the altar believing the vision of loveliness on his left arm was his soul mate and life-long companion.
They were both a little bit older than the average age for marriage, at 26 for her and 29 for him. They had dated for a little over a year before he thought he was fully in love and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Paul had finished college and had a marketable master’s degree in computer science and had no difficulty in finding a good paying job as a software engineer. Judy lingered in school with her Women’s Studies major until her poor grades caused her to be dropped. The policy of the university required a minimum 2.0 GPA to move to the upper level of junior. Her 1.3 didn’t cut it.
Judy was sorry to leave school because she enjoyed the social life. Surprisingly, she wasn’t as sexually active as many of the girls her age. Not that she didn’t like boys or was terribly put off by sex. She just didn’t enjoy it as much as most of her girl-friends and she hated the angst that went with the whole romantic scene. The frat boys she met were mainly going with one night stands or wilder stuff like sex games that ended with forfeits like giving blowjobs in front of whoever was in the room. Not that she didn’t do it a few times, she just didn’t like it all that much. A big attraction she had for Paul was that he was not a frat boy and had respected her by not pressing for sex. She dated Paul for three months before she let him in her pants and, even then, she used sex as a reward for his good behavior.
Before her marriage, Judy lived with her parents, Preston and Mary Dahl, for a couple of years after college, and went through a series of minimum wage jobs, from burger flipping to clerking.
In the second year of living with her parents Judy’s father died from a heart attack on the golf course. Paul helped as much as he could in getting her through her grief. In retrospect, Paul was a bit surprised at the depth of her grief given that when he was living she didn’t seem to be that close to her father. About six months after his death in a rare show of ambition, Judy went to realtor’s school and did get her license. Her first real job was with a rather large real estate company that had branch offices in most of the towns within a 300-mile radius of Springfield.
She kept the relationship with Paul at a maintenance level until she was ready to marry. Paul was easily manipulated and basically allowed Judy to make the big, and not so big, decisions in their lives.
Truth be told, Judy’s acquiescence when he popped the question was more a calculated decision to improve her lifestyle than an abundance of love for Paul.
Before the marriage, her income as a realtor barely covered the mortgage in the house she and her mother shared and other living expenses. Although she hoped her clueless husband never found out, his six-figure income and nice house in a fashionable neighborhood greatly influenced her decision to say yes to his proposal. Her attitude toward sex with her new husband was that it was payment for her greatly improved lifestyle. Right after Paul presented her with the keys to a snazzy red Nissan 370Z, she spread for him every night for two weeks. She even threw in a few blowjobs when her period precluded vaginal sex.
Although not ideal, Paul was marginally satisfied with his marriage; and, since he really didn’t have anything to compare, he figured his marital situation was about average. Judy, on the other hand, was beginning to have serious second thoughts about her position. These feelings that much was missing in her life started her thinking how to spice up her sex life. A lifetime of fidelity to one man was never her game plan.
Paul was totally unaware of his bride’s state of mind and actually thought she was happy with him and her life overall. At first, she liked her position as a “lady of leisure.” However, after a few months she became bored with meaningless charity luncheons and volunteering at the library. He encouraged her to resume her job as a realtor that she had quit weeks before the marriage.
Her boss at the real estate office was pleased to welcome her back after her eight-month absence. Paul also noticed her moodiness was much less after her return to work. His only regret was her need to work on weekends and even having to remain overnight when she was showing homes in remote locations. There were times when several days could go by without the two seeing each other. So, even with that situation, Paul was glad that Judy kept busy and seemed to be happier than when she was not working at all. It didn’t take Judy very long to realize her job was ideal for her plan to put some sexual excitement in her drab life at home.
Judy’s surly disposition made it a blessing rather than a detriment for Paul when she was out on a house showing or the other excuses why she had to be away from their home. Shortly after the marriage Judy sold her parent’s home and moved her mother into the mother-in-law apartment in Paul’s spacious house. Judy was spending many weekends in a town about 70 miles north of Springfield. Her rationale was that it was better to stay at a motel than drive two hours just to sleep in our bed. She made it sound like she was doing him a favor. He never understood her reasoning, but it was easier to just let her have her way. When he meekly pointed out that a 70-mile drive was closer to one hour’s drive than two, she really flew off the handle and told him not to talk to her anymore until she got back. Paul got along very well with his mother-in-law, as she took better care of him than his wife by cooking healthy and delicious meals, keeping the house clean, doing laundry, and providing the companionship that was missing in his marriage.
Although not perfect or ideal, Paul’s life was no worse than many of his friends; however, he was soon to get a huge wake-up.
On one of Judy’s working weekends Paul was up early Sunday morning with a need to shuffle to the bathroom to relieve the pressure on his bladder. As he released the stream a sharp and severe pain in his penis caused him to cry out loudly. “What the Hell!!!” He tried to quit pissing to stop the pain, but he couldn’t. He really didn’t know what to do, but he knew he needed medical attention. He did not want to experience the excruciating pain again!
He dressed quickly and drove himself to the ER arriving about eight AM. To his good fortune, his cousin was on duty as the ER nurse. She greeted him with concern and a barrage of questions as to why her favorite cousin was at the ER so early on Sunday morning. “Paul, what’s wrong? Why are you here?”
“Good morning, Bettye. Believe me this isn’t a social call. I went to the bathroom this morning and had a pain like none other I’ve ever experienced—Jesus!”
“OK, Paul, be a bit more specific, was the pain in your abdomen, or further down?”
“Alright Bettye; my dick felt like somebody shoved a red-hot poker up it.”
Bettye responded with a low chuckle, “Paul, I’m pretty sure I know what your problem is, but you’re going to have to give me a urine sample to be sure. Can you squeeze out a little more in this cup?” She pointed to the Men’s room down the hall. “If I’m not here when you come out, have a seat and I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
Unfortunately, to give Bettye a sample Paul had to endure another painful urination that almost had him twisting the pipes away from the wall. He had to sit in the waiting room’s hard chair, holding the paper cup half full of pee until Bettye came back into the room.
“Sorry Paul, an ER nurse is constantly on the go. Between stabilizing some banged up teenagers who ran daddy’s car into a tree, I was able to call in a favor to get my friend in the Lab to give us an expedited analysis of your sample. Wait out in the lounge until I get back. Oh, no alcohol, coffee, or caffeinated drinks. You’ll be drinking only water for a while.”
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