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Chapter 1: Carl
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1: Carl - A young husband learns he has the power to grant permission, and his young wife learns how to take advantage of it.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Cuckold Sharing Wife Watching Group Sex Anal Sex Double Penetration Voyeurism Big Breasts
My wife Charlotte was talking in the other room, but I was not listening. I know I should have been, but it’s not always easy. In this case, it was about the Housewives of Who Gives a Fuck. I love my beautiful wife to distraction, but I just can’t stand that mindless TV garbage that she’s obsessed with.
Anyway, at that moment I had work to do, as we’re trying to fix one major client issue and win a new piece of business at the same time. In the morning, I had a meeting with leadership to report our current contract performance.
So, I was busy in my home office, which just happens to look a lot like a kitchen table. Ten feet away, she’s bugging me with that TV show stupidity in our tiny open concept apartment.
Getting a house is our top priority, so we can start a family. However, I was foolish enough to save very little money before we got married, and that money went towards our wedding. The house my baby wants here in Tampa is over $600,000, so I have work to do.
I have one of those shitty IT implementation jobs where you work your ass off all the time, travel during every single week, take shit from bosses and clients and get no credit in the end. And it’s endless as there are so many clients with bad old legacy systems or with none at all. So here I am on a Sunday night trying to get ready for the next week.
“That (fill in the blank person, because, as I said, I don’t care) is such a slut,” Charlotte says out loud to nobody, referring to the silly TV show. “I think she’s having an affair. Mommy said that women who have affairs are just asking for trouble.”
My wife had a very protective mother who was just full of all kinds of wisdom and passed it all on to her daughter. Many sentences in our house begin with ‘Mommy said’ as if it were gospel.
My mother-in-law passed on a few years ago of a heart attack, but her wisdom remained hammered in stone in the heart of my wife.
I’m not saying that Mommy-instilled knowledge is a bad thing. My wife is a ridiculously beautiful and sexy 22-year-old woman, but not the sharpest thing around. Her mother recognized that fact early and made sure her daughter had a good set of ground rules to live by.
Charlotte was born to a pair of middle-aged engineers who had long given up on the idea of children. When she did arrive, she was not what they were expecting.
First, she grew to be far too beautiful to have come from two such ordinary looking people and neither was prepared with the tools to handle that. Secondly, she did not in any way match their intellectual level. The combination of these facts scared them and drove her mother to take drastic action to guide her daughter to safe places.
The result is a set of rules that Charlotte has been taught to live by. The key ones are:
1. Don’t talk too much to expose the lack of intellect, except of course to your husband, who’s a safe place and you never stop pestering with silly questions.
2. Stick to subjects you know. Ask questions without comment or opinion about subjects you don’t know.
3. Dress in a very tasteful and elegant way. She nails this one. A better dressed woman may not exist on the planet. She spends about 75 percent of her salary on her attire, accessories and makeup.
4. Act a bit aloof, even cold, with people you don’t know as it’s better to be thought of as stuck up than stupid. She doesn’t always pull this one off.
5. Be friendly and kind to those you do know. People will be less likely to question your intelligence.
I met Charlotte two years ago when I was hired to be a lead client integration manager for the company where she worked. I walked in the door for my interview and saw her at the reception desk and that was it. I was going to work there no matter what. One look, and I knew she was made for me.
Charlotte is a stunningly beautiful blonde like a swimsuit model or one of those Instagram girls. She is always smiling in a way that melts your heart. At the same time, her 5’8” hourglass body hardens your dick. My dad says Charlotte reminds him of some old actresses from the 1940s -- very classy and regal looking. That’s her mother’s influence, always wanting her to reach high to achieve her dreams.
She has worked hard on her vocabulary to look and sound smarter, but often something comes out of her mouth that lets you know what she is. The fact is that she is clearly ditzy in a Jessica Simpson way. Frankly, it’s one of her charms that I love so much.
The funny thing is that sometimes she accentuates the dumb blonde persona. I call it ‘putting on the Marilyn.’ There are times when it comes out more than others, such as when she’s confused, frustrated or intimidated. She says that’s more of her natural self, and the more intelligent looking model is the one her mom created.
Either way, I did not care. I put everything I had into knocking down her defenses. It helped that I matched her in good looks, which I know sounds conceited, but you will, I’m sure, get the point. The most common comment we get is that we look like the quintessential beautiful couple, just made for each other.
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