Blondie (part 1) by mstrmrd
Another story for me. at times i will post mostly my stories that i write. Sometimes i will post stories i have gotten over the years.
I will proof read them, fix grammer and spelling and then post them. some people think they are stolen from others but they are not. they were given to me by the author and i have there permission to post them after the changes.
all my stories will have ” by me” in the title they ones i wrote. I will also sometime add a new charter to another authors to continue it for i felt it needed more. please enjoy them as they were written for your enterainment and pleasure.
thanks and remember to vote. , Blondie A Day With Alexander It was a few years before and peaceful summer day and all was quiet at the Bumstead residence. Dagwood was out of town on a weekend business trip and Trudy was at a friend’s house for the weekend as well.
That left just Blondie and her fourteen year old son, Alexander in the house. Blondie awoke early, seven being her usual time. She stretched slowly, working out the kinks of last night’s sleep from her body.
After a good long stretch, she went to her dresser drawer and found her workout top and shorts to begin the daily ritual of exercising with her workout video. She lifted her blue nightgown over her head, exposing her still shapely breasts and buttocks. Nude and in front of the full size dresser mirror, she looked over herself.
The past few weeks of aerobics were successfully toning up her forty year old body Blondie observed as she turned this way and that to get a good look at herself. Her boobs did not sag so much any more and the love handles that had developed at her waist were gone. She turned around again to get a better look at her butt.
The Buns of Steel video had all but eliminated the fat, dimpled look at had acquired over the years and had replace it with an ass any teenage girl would envy. Facing the mirror again, Blondie ran a hand down her washboard stomach. Abs of Steel took care of the tummy she had let grow there and now she looked very close to what some of the women did who made exercise videos.
Blondie suddenly wondered just what was driving her so hard to get in this kind of shape. Before, she did not give her body that much thought, only to make sure that she ate well and performed only the necessary hygiene that a woman required. She found her shorts in the bottom left corner drawer and put them on, absentmindedly forgetting to put her panties on.
That was even more puzzling to her. Blondie had found her self becoming more and more of an instigator when it came to sex with Dagwood. For several months going, he seemed less and less interested in making love to her.
Unconsciously, Blondie supposed, I must be trying ways to make myself attractive to him. They all say that when a man ages, he becomes even more attractive and dignified, whereas a woman just droops, sags, and looks like a crone. What ever the case could be, Blondie pushed herself until she was in a taut, sexy shape.
She looked very much like she did in high school, where she first met Dagwood. He was such a stick-in-the-mud, insisting on being a perfect gentleman, she remembered. We didn’t kiss until our fifth date and I don’t ever recall him trying to make any advances towards me.
The first time they had intercourse was on their wedding night and even then, Dagwood was a poor fuck, coming too soon and falling asleep in a hurry afterwards, as if he had done her some great service. They were arguing more as of late, always keeping it to low tones and out of the kids’ earshot. Dagwood usually had some weak excuse or reply to what ever they tried to work out and in the end, he was asleep on the couch again.
Blondie could swear that the upholstery on the living room couch was becoming even more worn from his frequent nights of sleep there. Blondie tried numerous ways to excite Dagwood; dressing in lingerie, stroking his cock while he slept to try and rouse him. Hell, even his prick was just as oblivious as he was!
Once, she attempted to give him oral sex as he slept (he was usually out within five minutes, hardly enough time for Blondie to get herself in the mood). She had never performed the act on him or any other man for that matter. Blondie ended up sucking on his flaccid prick while she masturbated herself to another not quite fulfilling orgasm.
Dagwood never once stirred during her oral administrations, he was totally asleep and snoring that as of lately obnoxious snore of his. As time wore on, Blondie gave up on seducing and began to dislike her husband. Then doubt set in.
For quite a few years, they had a great marriage. They always spoke about nearly everything and always had great laughs with each other. But when his input, however poor, or sex tapered off, Blondie began to wonder if she was not doing something right.
Maybe the problems they had begun to have with nearly all the aspects of their marriage were her fault. She analyzed everything she did and carefully censured herself in her interactions with Dagwood. None of this seemed to help and the distance grew even further between him.
Then Blondie finally noticed that Dagwood was later coming home from work than usual. The usual was that he was never late because his boss, Mr. Dithers, never allowed over time.
This was when she suspected that Dagwood could be having an affair with another woman. Blondie had never any reason to doubt Dagwood’s fidelity and still had trouble with the very thought of him in the throes of passion with another woman. Maybe this was the reason that she was working so hard to rebuild her body, to make it a sexy thing to want to have sex with.
A carefree thought floated through Blondie’s mind with that revelation: If he doesn’t appreciate what I’m trying to do for him, then maybe another man will. Blondie jolted from that thought, in shock from the very idea of it. She was a well brought up woman from a respectable, stable family.
Committing adultery on her husband, however sexless he had become, was abhorrent to her. Blondie shook her head, as if to clear her thoughts and pulled the exercise top over her head. Alexander woke up to the sound of a pulsating rhythm emanating from the living room.
Something that sounded like technopop to him. He lay there, still tangled up in his sheets from a forgotten dream and listened. Alexander was still in that moment between awake and asleep where your body tends to do things on it’s own accord and it seems as if you do not really control or care what is happening.
At best, this can be compared to an out of body experience when you watch yourself do something but do not have the power to stop. Slowly, his hand groped for his morning pee erection tent pole inside his baggy pajama pants. Recently, and with some nervousness, Alexander had discarded with his pajama tops, thinking that they just did not go well with what ever image he was trying to give himself.
He also stopped wearing underwear under the pajama bottoms because he liked the feeling of his adolescent dick rubbing up against the fabric. If there was not the ever present danger of Trudy, his thirteen year old sister, barging in on him for some ungodly reason, Alexander would be wearing nothing to bed. He had tried that once or twice and liked how it felt to be nude under the bed.