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By Cristiano Caffieri
Twice divorced at just 27 years old, Selena Wallis came to the unavoidable conclusion that single men don’t arrive at the altar prepared for the realities of married life. This gave her an idea for a business opportunity: She would launch a trial marriage service to give men an idea of what married life was really like.
Though only a rental, her house was ideal for what she wanted to do, with a lawn to mow and garbage to take out and appliances that needed fixing. “Man” stuff, in other words. She hung out a shingle on the web, opened for business and within a couple of days had her first client lined up.
Carl was a young man about her age who was considering asking his girlfriend to marry him, but was more than a little put off by his married co-workers’ constant grumbling about their nagging spouses. Hopefully this weeklong marriage “test drive” would prove whether he too would suffer such a fate.
The course was to last a full week, the mornings of which would be spent going to work as usual, after which Carl would return to Selena’s for dinner and an evening of married life with Selena, his surrogate wife.
The course description stated clearly that the marriage simulation would include no sex. Carl didn’t see any difficulty with that until he arrived on the first morning to begin his internship and found the most amazing looking woman he’d ever seen, with a great figure, beautiful shoulder length hair and a smile that could charm the birds out of the trees.
She greeted him with a perfunctory peck on the cheek and then told him to take the garbage out. After that he did get a cup of coffee and a Danish but was promptly sent out to the supermarket for some items she needed for supper. Unfortunately when he came back he walked right into the kitchen without taking his shoes off and this caused her to chastise him on that point.
Sunday was usually a fun day for Carl; he spent much of it watching sport but now he found himself peeling potatoes and taking the pots out of the dishwasher. By the time supper was ready he was quite exhausted. That was not the worst part. As any young woman would, she changed into something comfortable to relax and watch TV in. Not only did he have to sit and watch a boring program of her choosing, her flimsy attire made him as horny as hell.
He was not dumb and realized that this was all part of the reality of being married. His friends often complained that, although they were often reduced to begging for sex, they still got turned down.
When it was time to turn in (separate rooms of course) he would have given anything for a little affection and a warm body to cuddle up to. Instead he got a another little peck on the cheek and asked what time he wanted to get up in the morning. He would like to have said, “I’m up already – do you want to feel it?” but he figured he’d be expelled.
The next morning, after Carl left for work, Selena sat drinking coffee with Chrystal, her next door neighbor.
“What’s he like?” she asked excitedly.
“Actually… he’s great,” Selena said, surprising even herself. “He has a terrific personality and he’s really sexy.”
“And he didn’t even try and climb into your bed last night?”
Selena shook her head: “Against the rules. But if he had… I’m not sure I would have kicked him out.”
“Wow – he must have made quite an impression on you.”
“My panties were wet the entire day,” Selena giggled.
When Carl returned from work he was greeted with the now-routine peck on the cheek and garbage taking-out. Then came dinner, after which it was time mow the front lawn. Carl was beginning to have second thoughts about popping the question.
When he garaged the lawnmower and came back into the house, his next chore was to take a look at the broken furnace. It turned out to be well within his ability to fix, but when he came back upstairs he told her it wasn’t and that he’d have to phone a repairman the next morning.
Now, even though it was supposedly spring the night temperatures were still plenty nippy. They watched TV wrapped in blankets, and come bedtime the prospect of shivering in bed did not appeal to Selena.
“I’m freezing,” she said, a serious look on her face, “I’ll make you a deal. We can sleep in the same bed tonight, but you can’t sleep naked and you must not touch my body, at least in a sexual way.”
Carl pretended to mull it over as if he wasn’t all that excited about sharing her bed. She found this very frustrating, “Doesn’t he think I’m desirable enough to sleep with?” she thought to herself.
After some hesitation he said he would share her bed to keep her warm but insisted there must be no intimacy.
“I just said that,” she sighed impatiently, “Now go and get ready and we’ll retire, it’s too cold to sit watching TV.”
They both changed in privacy and she climbed into bed first. When Carl entered the room he was wearing a t-shirt and boxers, with a huge bulge in the front.
“Oh my God, you have a hard-on,” she cried, “How am I supposed to sleep with that sticking in my ass?”
“We could sleep back to back,” he suggested.
They tried it for a few minutes, then she turned over to snuggle up and her hand just happened to brush his dick. His body jerked as if he had been hit by lightning.
“I told you ‘no intimacy,’” he cried, trying to sound quite serious.
“You are full of shit,” she replied, gripping hold of his cock and squeezing it firmly. “You’re dying to fuck me – and because it’s so cold and it could generate some extra heat – I’m going to let you.”
That was all the invitation he needed. Soon they were face to face, kissing passionately and groping each other all over. His lips were soon sucking gently on her nipples, occasionally nibbling them with his teeth; sometimes he’d wet his finger end and trace little circles around them. She was in ecstasy, moaning and groaning and longing to feel his tongue licking up and down her wet slit. He lowered himself under the blanket as she parted her legs eagerly. First he moved his fingers over her bush and then lightly ran one up and down her slit.
Selena grabbed onto the pillow and arched her back as he moved his face between her thighs, parted her lips and buried his tongue into her velvet petals. She gasped as he licked along her warm wet groove, jerking her body each time he hit her clit.
Even after she screamed “I’m coming” her body shaking violently, he continued to feast on her creamy cunt.
“I want you to fuck me,” she called out, as if he didn’t know that.
Carl repositioned himself, forced her legs further apart, and drove his schlong into her right up to the hilt. She moved her ass up and down, up and down, up and down, anxious for him to start the real action; he didn’t disappoint.
He was dying to come. He pounded her pussy until it felt like the bed was going to collapse. The springs creaked and the headboard groaned and his hot goo gushed out his dick and exploded inside of her.
She screamed for the second time and clung to him tight for a few moments, then dove under the covers to take it into her mouth, sucking until she had a mouthful.
The next morning she saw him off to work waving to him from the driveway. Chrystal, her neighbor, just happened to be in her garden.
“Is he going to graduate this weekend?” she teased.
“No, I think he’s going to have to repeat the course. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he never graduates.“
Copyright 2016 Cristiano Caffieri