Never Again, She'll Beg For More

21 hours ago

I stared at the email subject heading: “She Won’t Say ‘No’ Again.” Now this was something I had to show Laurie! I get a ton of spam, most of it advertising Viagra and a plethora of other sex drugs and techniques. Normally I delete such emails immediately. There was little doubt that this message would also be pushing something nefarious, but the subject heading was certainly unique, and it would give me a great opportunity to tease Laurie tonight–and, if I play my cards right, for some time to come.

Laurie, of course, was the expert in teasing, and I always find it very cute and sexy. However, this time I might be able to pull off a real zinger myself.

I clicked ‘Open’ and read the email.

I was not teaching any courses this summer because I had to finish a paper that had already been accepted for publication in The American Journal of Physics. It must be completed and submitted by the middle of August. When I needed to use the library, I worked in my office at school; otherwise I worked at home. This afternoon I was at home, but I decided that I could put this email, with its astonishing subject heading, to its best use if I waited until we were almost ready for bed.

We had a normal evening. Laurie was dressed casually but in what I considered one of her many sexy outfits. It consisted of a sweatshirt short enough to leave her derriere uncovered and pink, form-fitting leggings, through which her panty lines were clearly visible, especially when she bent over. At least her panties today were white; she often wore red or black underneath these leggings, making a much more pronounced silhouette and making it much harder for me to concentrate on anything else. Laurie was fully aware of these facts and the effect they had on me. However, tonight I just might have the upper hand.

About fifteen minutes before we normally retire, I called Laurie into my home office to show her the email.

“Hey, Laurie, come in here will you? I want to show you this email.”

She came in and bent slightly at the waist to look at the computer monitor. I moved my chair to the side a little and put my arm around her as she was standing next to me.

“Look at that subject heading,” I said with great enthusiasm in my voice.

Laurie read it and then looked at me with a scowl on her face.

“And just why did you want me to read this email?”

“Oh, you don’t need to read the email itself. I just wanted you to read the subject heading. The email is advertising a ‘male-enhancement’ drug that will turn me into a lover who will drive you so wild that you’ll never say no again! I was thinking I should order this. It might solve all my problems.”

She tilted her head and put her hands on her waist. “What problems?”

“Well, think of it. With this drug, I’ll be able to give you so much pleasure, that you’ll never want to say no again. I’ll be able to make love anytime I want to.”

“I don’t believe you’re serious! How could you possibly fall for such a scam? ‘Male-enhancement’ drug! What does that mean?”

“It has to do with increasing…size.”

“Increasing size? You mean it’s supposed to give you a bunch of muscles like Arnold Schwarzenegger? You think that would make me never say no again? Well, let me tell you, dear husband, that wouldn’t impress me at all.”

I smiled sympathetically at her naivete.

“Laurie, it’s not referring to the size of my arms or chest.”

She stared at me with a puzzled look on her face. Suddenly her eyes widened in shock.

“Oh!”

But her astonished look soon turned into a another scowl.

“Terry, how could you even think of taking such a drug? Size…size??!! What’s size got to do with it?”

“Well, it’s supposed to make sex more exciting for the girl.”

“That’s absolutely the most ridiculous thing I ever heard! I don’t need you any…I’m perfectly satisfied with…the way you are.” She definitely seemed flustered.

I got up and took Laurie by the hand and began walking toward our bedroom.

“Of course I find that very reassuring, Laurie. But that means I don’t have anything to lose, right? And anyway, this may just fit in with something I’ve been thinking about recently.”

We walked into the bedroom, and I sat down on the side of the bed, pulling Laurie down next to me.

She looked at me suspiciously. “What have you been thinking about?”

“Well, you know, I don’t really think a wife should say no when her husband wants to make love to her. This miracle drug might just be the ticket to keep you happy with our new approach.”

Laurie started laughing. “New approach? So now you think I should never say no?”

“That’s right. Like tonight. We just made love last night, but I worked hard today and am really in the mood again tonight. I’ve been looking forward to it all afternoon.”

I took Laurie by the shoulders and laid her down on the bed. Then I ran my hands under her sweatshirt and started little teasing movements on her bra.

She started giggling.

My next move was to take my hands and run them caressingly all the way up one of her legs, stroking her very special area with my fingers just before I moved onto the slight swell of her figure below her waist.

“All right, all right, Casanova. You’re already a great lover, I’m already perfectly satisfied, and you don’t need to be any…”

“Bigger?”

She scowled again. “Yes, bigger. No need for any drugs.”

“So you think you’ll be able to manage our new approach the way things are?”

“You can continue dreaming about this new approach, but you’re forgetting something.”

“I am? What?”

Laurie had that impish grin on her face. “It’s always the girl’s prerogative to say no. You guys learned that during your dating years, or should have. Didn’t any of your old girlfriends ever say no the first time you tried to kiss her?”

“Well…actually, I don’t ever recall that happening…”

“Yeah, I’ll bet! Anyway…”

“You didn’t, the first time I tried to kiss you.”

“Oh…but that was entirely different. I…I mean, we…”

Obviously, I had her flustered again.

“Anyway, it’s the same after you’re married. A husband just has to accept the fact that his wife’ll say no when she’s not in the mood. It’s good for their sex life.” Then Laurie’s expression softened, and she caressed my face tenderly. “But I must say, you’ve learned how to take no for an answer pretty well.” She sat up. “And tonight, my dear husband, my answer is no.”

She smiled demurely and got up off the bed, starting to undress. “Gaze longingly upon the forbidden fruit…” she said in her teasing tone as she slowly removed her leggings.

I started laughing as I too climbed out of the bed. “I figured that’s what your answer would be. But when I saw that email heading, I just couldn’t resist a little teasing.”

Laurie giggled a bit. “Teasing. I should have known. That was very good, very good indeed. You really had me going there for a while. Don’t know if I could have done better myself.”

“Done better yourself? You mean if you’d gotten that email? What do you have that could get bigger?”

Now her tone turned to scolding. “Terry, get your mind off of such crass subjects! It’s time to go to bed, and what I am in the mood for is to snuggle and get some affection,” she added in a softer tone.

I walked over to her and opened my arms. Laurie slid right into them, pressing her breasts firmly against my chest. She ran her fingers through my hair and pulled my head to her for a passionate kiss. When our lips parts, she said, “Now let’s get into bed. I do feel pretty affectionate.”

Once under the covers, Laurie snuggled close to me and slipped her arm under my shoulders. “Sweet dreams, Terry. Maybe you’ll dream of being able to have your way with me anytime you want.”

I smiled to myself, feeling very content. Laurie was not off the hook yet. We soon feel asleep together.

Two nights later we did make love. I mentioned nothing about the email or the drug, which, of course. I never ordered. But our love-making was very satisfying; Laurie seemed especially…turned on. That would work into my future teasing plan very nicely.

About a week after that, John and Delores invited us to their country club to play tennis. Laurie and I don’t play tennis that often, and we really aren’t good at it. We just occasionally put on some old clothes and go to a free court in a public park near where we live. But this was different. We were going to a private and rather expensive country club. We didn’t want to embarrass John and Delores. So the day before we were to meet them at their club, we went to a sporting goods store to buy the standard tennis outfits.

I bought some baggy shorts and a plain crew tee shirt, both white. They were nice, certainly not cheap, but men’s tennis wear doesn’t have the pizzazz that women’s tennis wear does. I looked over at Laurie. She was rummaging through some outfits on a rack. However, I could tell that she was not a happy camper. I could hear her mumbling under her breath, but I said nothing.

As I was watching her hold up a white, pleated, tennis skirt, I knew I wasn’t so much looking forward to playing tennis as I was watching Laurie play tennis in one of those tennis outfits for women. The skirts are very short.

The next day, we dressed at home for our big engagement at the exclusive country club. Delores had told Laurie that we could change in the club’s locker rooms, but we decided that we’d rather dress at home. I was still in the bathroom shaving when Laurie walked in already fully attired in her new tennis clothes.

“Look at this outfit!” Her tone implied definite disgust.

I couldn’t image why she took that tone. She stood there, looking mighty pretty indeed. However, there was more to it than just looking adorably cute. I’m sure in her mood she wasn’t intending to look incredibly sexy, but she sure did. She was actually holding out her skirt to emphasize its scandalously short length, but the effect was to display white panties underneath, which would have been just barely covered even with the skirt was hanging straight down.

“One little gust of wind, or if I bend over a little or reach to return the ball, then everyone sees my…my…

“Panties?”

“But those are tennis panties–they’re meant to be seen.”