Ann seemed to be taking it well enough. Most mornings that I had work scheduled, she packed me a lunch, and sent me off with words of encouragement and a kiss. I was getting on with reconciling my failure in the ‘manly’ duties department, and was seriously thinking about making another appointment, this time with a sex therapist. Ann didn’t reject my plan, but convinced me to ‘put a pin’ in it for now.
I was relieved to be able to delay that course of action. It really was a blow to my male ego that I couldn’t get and keep an erection long enough to fuck my wife. What kind of man wants to put himself through that more than once. Once was already more than enough.
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Ann was just as busy as ever in spite of the constantly changing restrictions placed on all members of society. She encouraged me to add one of my closest friends to our allotted ‘bubble’ of contacts. It helped to get out for a beer every once in a while and see how my good buddy Jack was handling this ‘new’ world we were living in.
I was beginning to feel somewhat more comfortable and thoughts of fucking Ann were coming back to me. There was only one fear, and that was the fear of failing. During an honest talk we recently had, Ann was worried about two things, well three, if you counted the COVID virus. Her other two worries were, that she was not sexually attractive to me anymore, and the other, was that I was attracted to someone else. I did my best to allay her fears on both counts. She had been, and always would be my beautiful and sexy wife. She was just as sexy as ever and I wanted no other woman in my life. She was “the one.” She made me promise her on those two, and I did. She was still sexy and I wanted no other woman in my life.
I wasn’t sure if I made my points or not, but she did have a certain air of relaxation after our talk. For weeks after, she seemed to be floating on a cloud most of the time I was with her. I was thinking that I should do something really special for her. It was only right for the woman I loved.
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It was about a week after our talk, and I still hadn’t found it in me to put the ‘move’ on my wife. It was almost awkward for me to think about. I was afraid to fail and that fear kept me from trying. Talk about a Catch 22.
The current job I was working, was for a friend who needed his garage painted. He had arranged for everything, except for the weather to co-operate. A torrential downpour in the early afternoon, sent us scurrying for cover and eventually, me on the way home.
Pulling around the corner of our street, I saw a small red car parked at the end of the driveway. blocking me from pulling up beside Ann’s car. There was one of those magnetic signs attached to the driver’s door, indicating it was a delivery vehicle from one of our locally owned independent grocers. I wasn’t too sure of their procedures, but I had thought the delivery person was supposed to just leave the food at your doorstep and ring the doorbell, hence, the contactless delivery.
Just as my mind was going into a very suspicious place, The young delivery boy came bounding out the side door, waving goodbye to Ann. “Thanks again, Mrs. P.,” he said with a very upbeat tone, waving a $10 bill as he approached me sitting in my car.
He ducked his head slightly, grinned at me, as he said “Hi there, Mr. P. Sorry I got you blocked out.”
“Oh, hi there Jimmy. I didn’t recognize you at first. I thought you were back in school,” I said, hanging part way out my driver’s window.
“Too much COVID. They sent us home a couple of days ago.”
As Jimmy got in his car and drove away, I shouted, “I’ll let Bobby know you’re home.” Bobby, being our youngest son, who was in school a couple of hundred miles away. He was also Jimmy’s best friend since they went to grade school together.
By the time I got in the house, Ann was putting the groceries away and handed me a cold beer out of the fridge.
“I wondered if you might be home early with the rain we got this afternoon.”
“It sure cut into my day’s work, but tomorrow is supposed to be sunny, all day long.”
Ann whisked away the groceries and the empty bags as we talked about Jimmy showing up to deliver the food for us. Being an athletic type, Jimmy had a partial scholarship in baseball but the virus screwed up all athletic competitions and his school sent everyone home for online studies, replacing lecture halls.
“He sure is growing into a powerful looking young man,” I added. “I hope he catches on with one of the pro teams.”
Ann looked at me like she had entirely missed my comments. “Sorry, hun, what was that?”
“I said Jimmy is really filling out. He is no longer that skinny, uncoordinated kid that trips over his own feet,”
“Oh yes.” Ann replied and went on plucking this and that from the cupboards, getting something ready for dinner.
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Soon after dinner was done and I was settling into my recliner with another beer, the phone rang. It was Jack wondering if I wanted to drop by and catch a ball game while having a beer or two. The whole idea of such a disastrous baseball season was beyond me. It seemed that half the teams playing made the playoffs, and it was a joke to me, but Jack was always good company, and he had cold beer.
Ann had overheard me on the phone and tossed my cars keys to me before I could tell her I wouldn’t be late.
“If you have too much to drink, call me,” she added.
“I have the best wife in the world. Ever.”
The game was an early start, but it didn’t really matter much, I think there were 2 or 3 games on that evening anyway. About the middle of the third inning, the rain struck the ‘neutral’ ballpark, and the lightning was fierce. I watched the ground crew throw down the tarps, but from the sounds of it, there were major storms predicted for the rest of the evening. Rather than stick around with Jack and get hammered, I decided to call it a night and head home early. I almost called Ann on the way home to tell her I had a few beers in me, a semi hardon, and that she might want to get ready for me.
Then I thought better of it. By the time I got home, the beer buzz would turn to a sleep inducing serum and my cock would be huddled up like a turtle hiding from a predator. I left that call unmade.
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Pulling into our driveway, I almost missed seeing it, but the reflectors in the taillights lit up the back end of a strange car pulled way up between the boat trailer and the fence in the side yard. It surprised the shit out of me, thinking that maybe someone had broken into our home. Ann may be in danger.
I slammed the car in park and ran to the side door. I didn’t want to burst into our house, but I didn’t want to dawdle, in case Ann needed me. I was in panic mode, no doubt.
Right there in the entrance way I damned near tripped over a pair of size 12 athletic shoes, with those ankle high socks stuffed inside. A few feet away, on the kitchen floor was an XL T-shirt, with the logo of our neighborhood grocery store imprinted on it. My mind was racing. What was going on here?