Maria my Shy Wife

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In the summer of 1981, Cory Larson was twenty-five.  Ronald Reagan was president, and the DeLorean car had just been released. Cory had aspirations of owning one. He had graduated from the University of Cincinnati, third in class, with an Engineering degree. This had landed him a very good position at one of Cincinnati’s leading Civil Engineering firms.He was your all-American boy, he was tall, handsome, olive-skinned, and had dark brown hair and eyes.  He was mild-natured and his mother had instilled a good set of values and morals into her young man.  Above all else, she had hammered home that he was to always treat women with respect and jump to their aid if they were in any sort of trouble.The family were well off. His father was an accountant, and his mother had been an air hostess when the two of them had met.  He had three younger sisters. As well as their large home in one of Cincinnati’s better suburbs, they owned a holiday home up on the shores of Lake Erie, where they spent most of the summers.Cory got on with everyone, young or old. He could strike up a conversation on almost any topic with anyone.  From a very young age he had happily joined in his sisters’ games, and by his early teens was in hot demand to attend the birthday parties of his sisters’ friends.One summer, at the age of sixteen, he lost his virginity at just such a party.  As usual, they were holidaying at Lake Erie, and an older sister of one of his sisters’ friends had secreted him away to a guest area of her parents’ holiday home, stripped him naked and had her way with him.  Laura was three years older than Cory and was rebelling against the very strict upbringing her parents had inflicted on her.  They had met secretly whenever they could for the rest of that summer.Laura used Cory to advance her knowledge and experience in all sorts of sexual activities.  She stole her father’s hidden books and magazines and they perused these whenever they could, using them as a guide. She taught him how to play with, and manipulate, her nipples, breasts, inner thighs, ears, mouth, neck and of course, her genitalia where her magic little button was nestled.  They had searched many times for her elusive g-spot, without much success, but she often had more than one orgasm during these treasure hunts. Laura went off to college at the end of that summer and he never caught up with her again. But his education with the opposite sex did not end with her departure. He found new popularity with the ladies back home and never lacked for a date.He had had three girlfriends by the time he reached twenty-five.  The longest of which had finished almost a year ago, when she had found him in bed with her best friend.  He had tried, unsuccessfully, to explain that he was actually fighting to stop her friend, and was not making love to her.  But the fact he had his trousers around his ankles, and she was stark naked, astride him, did not make for a very convincing argument.They had actually made up and started dating again a couple of months later, only for him to find her naked in a bedroom with one of his best mates one night.  She had been riding his mate hard, and did not miss a beat as she yelled at him, “What’s it like to walk in on your friend fucking your partner?”  He realised she had just wanted revenge and he had been set up.Cory realised how far he had strayed from the way he had been brought up and made an oath to himself that he would change his ways. He practically stopped going to parties and threw himself into his work and sport.  He had had one major slip-up a few months earlier, with a married woman.  She was the receptionist at a company that his firm was doing business with. He worked at their offices three days a week, and she would join him for lunch each day. She was unhappy in her marriage and one lunchtime she had asked him to accompany her to a Dire Straits concert on the coming Saturday night.  She told him she had bought the tickets but her husband would not go with her as he had something else he wanted to do.Halfway through the concert, they had managed to work their way to within ten rows of the stage. The crowd was pulsing and throbbing around them. Too tight to dance properly he just dropped his arms over her shoulders from behind and drew her into his body to protect her from the crush. She started wriggling her bum against his crotch, then drew one of his hands down between her legs.  He drew up her dress, slipped her panties aside, and fingered her in time to the music.It seemed like no time at all and she was writhing against him, her body pulsing and jumping to the beat, and then slumping back against him as her climax sapped all the strength from her legs. She recovered quickly, and feeling his rock-hard cock pressing into her back, she had turned around, leaned down, and gave him a blow job. The people around them had to have realised what was happening, but no one seemed to take much notice. They were all so engrossed with the band.They had stopped the car beside a river on the way home and had frenzied sex on the back seat.  Afterwards, she had him drop her off around the corner from her home, as she had not wanted to be seen getting out of his car by her husband.He was annoyed with himself. Again he had fallen victim to his amoral standing prick. Fortunately, he only had a couple more days off work at her workplace, and apart from a few weeks evading her calls, he had managed to extract himself from the situation with her.It was at his youngest sister’s twenty-first birthday party that he first saw Maria.  She was standing with a group of girls across from him in the lounge.  Cory was talking to some friends when he gazed across the room and caught Maria’s eye.  He felt the breath leave his lungs, she was stunningly beautiful, petite, maybe five foot two or three, with blond hair that went just past her shoulders.  Her attire was modest, but could not hide her trim figure and perky young breasts.  He decided there and then that she may be the one he could settle down with.Cory asked his mates if they knew who güvenilir bahis she was.  One of his mate’s girlfriends spoke up, saying that she knew her, that she was a year behind her at school.  But then she warned him not to bother with her as she was just a frigid, religious, prude. This of course just made Cory much more interested. He loved the challenge of a woman that was unapproachable, and he strode across the room to give it his best shot.Maria had been watching Cory Larson all night. She knew who he was, his reputation as a womaniser was well known in the neighbourhood.  She was amazed that even with his reputation, many of the women at the party seemed intent on attracting his attention.  She took in the fact that, unusually, he didn’t seem to be interested in any of them, and too, that he appeared to be quite a normal guy. She was at the party because she had been allowed out on her first date with a member of the opposite sex.  Her date was the same age as her, seventeen, but she would have her eighteenth birthday soon, beating him to that magic age by several months.  She knew her date reasonably well. They had gone to the same church for as long as she could remember.  His family, being long-time friends of the Larsons, was why he had been invited.The two of them were under strict instructions about how they were to behave, and both their parents had given them the same set of rules they were to follow.  Her mother’s last words as she departed to the party with him, had been to reinforce the no alcohol message, and she quietly reminded her yet again about what all boys were after.  She had been receiving the same message since she was thirteen or so.  However, once they had arrived at the party, her date had dumped her and moved across the room to talk with some girl that she knew he was forbidden to see.Shy and submissive around people she did not know really well, she had joined a group of girls she vaguely knew.  She stood quietly to one side, listening to them discussing all the guys at the party, and was embarrassed by the indecent comments they were making.  She wondered how she could leave and get herself home without dropping her date in a load of trouble.She looked up to see Cory looking directly at her and found herself unable to tear her eyes away. Then she internally panicked at the unfamiliar surge of warmth that flooded her body as he walked across the room toward her.He asked if he could get her a drink and she found herself accepting, even though that was one of the biggest no-nos of the many rules she had been given.  He didn’t even ask her what she wanted, just returned with a Black Russian, which she gulped down rather quickly, and then against her better judgement, found herself agreeing to another one. She sipped the second drink more slowly, and when Cory started talking and asking her questions she tried to sound interesting and somewhat intelligent.  But she was nervous, her awkwardness with the questions he asked her, some of them loaded with sexual overtones, had her stammering out awkward replies.For Cory, it didn’t take him long to realise his friend’s girlfriend was probably correct in her summation of the pretty girl.  He took in the fact that she struggled to meet his eyes when they talked, and his usual banter, either went right over her head or was met with an almost sullen response.  But the prospect of all of his friends laughing at him and saying they told him so, made him refuse to back off and give up on her so easily.  So he struggled on, toning his conversation down and taking things much slower than he was used to.By the time he had coerced her to have a third cocktail, she was loosening up.  They danced, and by the end of the night, he managed to get her phone number and a promise that she would sneak out and meet him for another date.Their courtship moved slowly at first, as she struggled to find ways to creep out from her mother’s scrutiny.  Cory was mesmerised by how naive and innocent she was. Everything he taught her brought wonder and surprise to her face.  He first slept with her on the night of her eighteenth birthday.  He had met her parents for the first time that day, then took her out to a show in the evening.  After the show, they went to his flat and made love in his bed.  It wasn’t the greatest sex he had had by a long shot, but he was confident that with his experience he would soon have her climbing the walls in ecstasy.They married eight months later, just after her eighteenth birthday.  Maria gave birth to their first child, Sacha, only six months after the wedding.  Her family were very upset, they being good Catholics and very much against sex outside of marriage.  They never fully accepted Cory for this and the fact that he didn’t attend church very often.They had two more children (boys), in subsequent years, and with Cory being made a partner in his firm just after the second boy was born, saw them move into a larger house in a better neighbourhood.  To all appearances, they were a well-matched, happy couple, with no financial problems and plenty of good friends.  But there were issues. Maria was insecure and worried that Cory was playing around.  Maria had been brought up to believe that sex was a dirty thing and she couldn’t bring herself to experiment, or fully let herself go.  This, and the fact she worried about his fidelity, was the cause of many of their arguments.Cory was in fact very faithful. He had numerous opportunities but knew that if he ever succumbed to the pleasures on offer, he would ruin his marriage.  The morals his mother had instilled in him, and how he had felt in that year before he met Maria, kept him on the straight and narrow.Cory travelled often with his work. Sometimes just a night away, but more often it would be two or three nights overseeing a project in another city.  When away he always bought Marie clothes or lingerie that he thought she would look absolutely beautiful in.  But to get Maria to wear these items was always a struggle.  She was extremely shy and dressed in the most subdued güvenilir bahis siteleri manner possible to avoid being noticed when they went out.  And so, the sexy clothes and underwear he bought her mostly just sat in her cupboards unused.Cory became more and more frustrated.  He had tried everything he could think of over the years. All sorts of sexual aids, vibrators, etcetera.  He brought home porn movies with varying themes, hoping one of them would spark some interest.  But although she would watch them with him, she made it clear that she was only watching because he wanted her to.  The only time she ever loosened up a little, was when he managed to load her up with alcohol.As the years passed he started to give up.  Then, after sixteen years of marriage, things came to a head.  Cory still loved Maria dearly, but he slipped up one night while out drinking with some mates.  He had succumbed to a very alluring redhead and didn’t get home until 4:00 in the morning.He didn’t bother lying to Maria when he got home.  She knew what had happened, she could smell the other woman on him.  They had been growing apart for a long time, both having other interests. With only one of their three children still living at home, they mutually decided to end their marriage.He had no worries about Maria surviving on her own.  She had been working as a nurse when he met her.  In the last few years, she had completed some law and administration papers at university, which had landed her a very well-paid position at the hospital near where they lived.  She was hired to liaise between the doctors, nurses, and others, together with the barristers defending the hospital against medical malpractice lawsuits.  It meant that financially she was in a very good position to support herself. Cory sold out his shares in the partnership. He needed a total change. With the money from the share sale and the money they got from selling their home, they each bought their own apartments and Cory set up an investment account for each of them with the considerable sum of money that remained.  He became self-employed and started taking on contract work that took him all over the country, sometimes for months on end.He would catch up with his children on his visits home and sometimes would see Maria at events, like the kids’ birthdays, etcetera. Then two years after their separation, Cory landed an extremely lucrative three-year contract in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.———It was a stinking hot day, sweat pouring from my body as I struggled up the steps to my apartment.  I saw I had a letter from home, and on closer inspection, saw it was from my daughter, Sacha.  I tore the envelope open and read that she was getting married and wanted me to call her as soon as I was able.I had only four months of my three-year contract left to run.  The project was in the wrap-up stage, which is why I was arriving home at 3:00 pm on a weekday afternoon.  I checked the time and put a call through to the States.  Sacha wanted to know the date I was returning home.  She and Gary had not fully tied in a date for their wedding, but they had to make a decision in the next few days.  I gave her my flight schedule and she was happy to find that there was a date free at their preferred venue just two weeks after I arrived home. Sasha informed me that they were having the wedding in New Orleans and that even though many of the guests were going to have to travel quite long distances to attend, she was expecting there to be around eighty people.  She asked me about paying for the venue, which I agreed to readily, as I could easily afford it.  In the past two and a half years I had banked about three times more than what I would have had I been working with my old firm.  And I had been on good money with them.She gave me the hotel where they would be staying so I could book myself a room.  And informed me that the wedding reception was to be held in the same hotel. I asked after her mother, how she was keeping, and would she be bringing a partner?“She’s looking great,” replied Sacha.  “She has been attending a gym since you guys split.  I don’t know if she will be bringing a partner.  She says she is dating, but I have never seen her with anyone and I catch up with her at least once a week.”Then Sacha asked if I would be bringing a partner.  “I don’t know. I need to give that some thought,” I replied.  Thinking that if Maria was taking someone then I needed to find someone to take along.  I suddenly felt a surge of jealousy. Why I do not know. I had all the sex I could ever want over here. I shouldn’t be the slightest bit concerned about her having met someone.  I then forced myself to think happy thoughts about her finding someone and being happy.  But the pain in my gut told me that deep down, I really did not want her to have met anyone.“Well, I’m going to be putting ‘plus Guest’ on both of your invitations anyway,” Sacha replied.The first thought I had upon hanging up, was that I needed to get myself back to the gym.  There was a company account for all our contractors to attend the local gym, but I had been very slack in attending it over the last year or more.Four months later found I was home and booked into a hotel in downtown Cincinnati.  I couldn’t move straight back into my apartment as I had leased it out whilst I was overseas.  I had had to give the tenants three months’ notice.  This worked out well, as it gave me time to settle back into the city and sort out my life, without having to worry about cooking and housework.  I splashed out and bought new clothes, including an expensive new suit for the wedding day.  Sacha had warned me her mother was looking pretty hot so I felt the need to polish up my act.I also hit a few car dealers and bought myself a new car.  I was very tempted between a V8 Mustang and a McLaren 570S Spider.  But I knew they were both ridiculous choices, as I couldn’t turn up at a construction set in either of them. I finally settled on a brand new Lexus RX350.  Seemed the right choice. I could go skiing or fishing and turn iddaa siteleri up on a worksite without looking like some sort of big noter.I didn’t catch up with Maria in those two weeks I was back in Cincinnati.  I wanted to but had reservations about how she would receive me.  The first time I saw her was in New Orleans when both sides of the family met up for dinner the night before the actual wedding.  I had met Sacha’s husband-to-be, Gary, three times since I had been home, but it was the first time I had met his parents and some of their extended family.Maria had taken my breath away when she walked into the room.  She had a finely sculptured body, almost a picture of how trim she had been in our early years of dating.  I noted to myself that she must have been on a very strict exercise program.  It made me realise how out of shape I was, even with the last few months of exercise I had put in.  She was wearing tight-fitting white slacks, a white tube top, that showed a lot of mid-drift, and a good amount of cleavage.  Over this, she was wearing a very smart pink blazer.  She was tanned and her hairdo had obviously cost a fortune.  She looked quite stunning. It was as if she had just stepped off a fashion show runway.  Whilst both our sons were over giving her hugs and welcoming her, I looked around to take note of Gary’s family’s reaction and was pleased to see Gary’s father getting a dig in his ribs from his wife.  There were a couple of other wives giving their husbands dirty looks.  The new version of Maria had certainly caused a stir.I thought she looked taller than I remembered, then I noticed her very high-heeled shoes. This was definitely not the Maria I had been married to. And I was surprised when I felt a wave of jealousy wash over me.  The thought that she must have met a man, and that he had managed to get her to change, really choked me up.Other than a hello and how are you, I didn’t really get to speak with Maria until after 10:00, when the dinner was winding down. Gary’s father and his uncle had pretty much cornered Maria for most of the evening.  At the end of the dinner, as we all got up to leave, I asked her if she would like a quick nightcap with me.  I wanted to talk with her and find out how she had managed to overcome some of her hang-ups. She surprised me with an enthusiastic ‘Yes!’ and so we caught the elevator down to the house bar together.“Can I just have a coffee? I think I’ve had enough to drink,” she asked.“Sure, that sounds good for me also.” Then pausing, I blurted out, “I have to be frank. I wouldn’t have recognised you in the street. What, or who managed to bring about this amazing transformation?” Maria hung her head and for a second I caught a glimpse of the submissive, shy woman, she used to be.  Then she noticeably pulled herself together and replied. “Sacha talked me into getting counselling and found me a wonderful woman to give me guidance.  I saw her once a week for well over a year, and she slowly got me to re-invent the person I was.”“I wish you could have met this woman while we were together. It would have made a huge difference in our marriage,” I replied.“An old cliché I know.  But they say you have to reach rock bottom before you realise you need to change,” she responded. Then, with a hopeful look on her face, she asked. “Are you going to stay put in Cincinnati now, or are you off overseas again?”  And before I could answer, she asked, “If you are staying a while, could we see one another sometimes?”I hesitated, which was the wrong thing to have done, as I saw a pained, awkward expression cross her face.  So I quickly responded with. “Of course. Sorry, my hesitating is because I haven’t decided yet what my next moves are work-wise.  Of course, I would love to see you.”She had actually thrown me into a turmoil of disturbing thoughts.  Did I want to take up some sort of relationship with her again?  My dick was telling me yes, but had she really changed? I didn’t want to return to those sleepless nights after awkward sex again.  The arguments and snapping at one another all the time, I just couldn’t go there.But the fact was I hadn’t been happy for the last year or more in Kuala Lumpur.  The sex that was available over there had seemed amazing at first.  Most of the young Asian women would do anything with a European guy, hoping to land themselves a husband.  Even wives of ex-pat workers had thrown themselves at me.  Yet the inclination for that slowly wore off and for the last year, I had been avoiding superficial relationships. I craved to find a decent steady woman I could settle with.I pushed her again, “Can you tell me what has brought about this change?”“I can try, but there are some things I don’t know that I should share. I don’t think you will be very happy if you know all that I have done.”“Well, we are going to have to discuss it all sometime and get everything out in the open.  I’ve not been an angel myself the last five years, and not at all proud of many things I have done either.”Maria looked me in the eye, “I’ll try then, but you have to share as well.  Not tonight though, I don’t want to shock or disgust you, and ruin the day for us at Sacha’s wedding tomorrow.”We made small talk, finished our coffee and I walked her to her room.  At the door, she surprised me with a quick kiss, and before I could react, she slid in past her door and closed it.  Walking back to my own room, I was beset with confusing emotions.  What did I want for my future, and foremost in my mind, what about the feelings in my groin that the kiss had given rise to? I had paid for two suites on the top floor of the hotel. One being for Sacha and Gary, the other for myself.  The idea was that we could use them for all the pre-wedding stuff. Changing clothes, bride and bridesmaids, makeup, etcetera.The next morning was taken up with all these preparations.  We had a light lunch brought up to my room for our family side of the wedding, which was starting at 3:00 p.m. that Friday afternoon.  They had wanted a Saturday wedding, but all the good venues were booked more than a year in advance.  It was held in a small wooden church that was five blocks from the hotel.  After that, there were photos, then people milled around in the lounge bar at our hotel until we were called through to the wedding reception.

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