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25/04/2020
It’d been a hard day at work for Clint Strock. As a carpenter working some 25 feet in the air on precarious scaffolding in the sometimes drizzling rain had left his footing a bit unsure. His body had been numbed by the dampness that settled through his clothing and he was fatigued from the heavy manual labor that he’d performed.
As he drove home, he shivered from the cold that had affected him and the car’s heater didn’t bring a ready solution. Still, Clint was in a good mood. He’d done good days work and took satisfaction in remembering the forms that he’d place for what would one day be a bridge. It was a good feeling. Then, as he approached home his thoughts turned to his wife and kids and again he felt pride in his family.
On turning into the driveway of his modest 4-bedroom home Clint admired the years and landscaping that he maintained. It was the finest in the neighborhood and he knew it.
He entered his house and shed his damp outer garments before moving to greet his wife in the kitchen; then, on approaching the kitchen he felt her animosity. “Hi Babe! What’s up?” he spoke in his most cheerful tone hoping to improve her demeanor.
Dixie, his wife, scowled as she looked him in the eyes and said, “Get tos wet clothes outm of here and quit messing up the house. I don’t clean this place for you to drip water all over it,”
Anxious to avoid a serious confrontation, Clint quickly retired to their bathroom and removed his wet clothes and then showered where the hot water relieved his stress from the cold. Then, he quickly dressed in dry clothes and took his wet ones to the washroom.
As he returned to the dining are he found Dixie and the kids finishing their dinner. As he approached, she said, “Couldn’t wait all night for you to piddle around, The kids were hungry so we ate. You can dish up what you want to eat on the stove.” Stunned by her attitude, he moved to fix his plate and sit alone at the table as his Dixie proceede to ignore him as she woriked about the kitchen.
It was as Clint took his dishes to the sink that he approached her and said, “What’s the matter? What’s causing this rift between us?” Her reply was simply, “There’s no rift. I’m just a little upset by your coming home dripping wet and messing up my house and then ruining my dinner by not showing up.”
On hearing this Clint knew that there’d be no resolution to their problems so he sought the kids and by nine, when they were in bed, he retired for the night and was immediately in a deep sleep.
With morning, at 5:00am, Clint arose as usual and made breakfast for the family as usual. Before eating his own breakfast, he called the rest of the family to come and eat. By 6:30 he was on the road to work again. As he drove, he noted another cloudy, rainy day and he prepared for the cold. This time he looked forward to his job with pride. . . he was a man and working as he did he need take no criticism from any man!
Like the previous day Clint found the same numbing cold and dampness as the day before. He endured.
As he entered his home, he carefully, shed his wet clothing and sought the hot shower to relieve his numbing cold. He looked neither to the right or to the left as he made his way to the bathroom and passed his wife in them kitchen. As he took his damp clothes to the washroom and returned to find the family at dinner he was immediately rebuked by his wife. Dixie called out, “Your dinner’s on the stove.”
It was on hearing this that Clint felt it. The anger that had been smoldering in the deepest recesses of his mind came forth and he fought sying anything. Words would only complicate the situation. “I’m going out for dinner. I’ll see you around.” he said and stormed out.
So his wife heard the words, she screamed, “Clint! You get back here. I cooked, this dinner for you. . .. “ Clint didn’t hear more as the door shut behind him and he drove away.
His dinner was a hamburger and fries at a Burger King. Then, as he thought about his situation, he began to plan. First he’d, return home and get some clothes and personal items, then, he’d go to the motel by the job and bunk in a room with the out of town workers from the job.
So it was when he returned home that Dixie decided to throw a tantrum. Clint was running out on her. She’d show, him. She’d get s god damned divorce and take his kids away from him. Five minutes later Clint faced her and said, “We had something going for many years. We worked together to build our family. Lately, I’m just a problem for you. Perhaps,it’s better if we just think us over a bit. I’ll see you around some day. Then, he was gone.
It was next day, at noon, when Clint saw Dixie standing at the parking areas of the site with a lunch. He walked past her. When she saw his deliberate rebuff, she felt her temper rising. How dare he ignore her. He was her husband and he’d always listened to her before. She was frustrated. As he disappeared in then restaurant with other of his crew, she sensed defeat and returned to her car where she at the sandwiches herself. To her the taste was less than pleasing as she planed her next move.
It was when Clint returned from his lunch that Dixie intercepted him again. This time she said simply, “We gotta talk sometime. I can’t live like this.” and he replied, “Well, I can. Want me to take the kids this weekend?”
These unexpected words seemed to stun her as Dixie drew back. Suddenly, she thought, “This, isn’t just a minor rift but a real breakup of their marriage.” She’d get the kids, of course, and he’d pay child support an alimony but the concept of raising three kids alone seemed overwhelming. Maintaining the house and yard would be impossible. “Simply impossible,” she thought.
That night, having gotten the address from his employer, Dixie again intercepted him as Clint returned from work. Though he was tired, he reasoned that he’d have to talk go her sometime. He loved his wife even as he felt that he could no longer live with her. “How’d you find me?”, he asked, “”I didn’t leave word with anyone.”
Dixie wasted no time in stating her purpose, She wanted Clint back with the family. She wanted the family unit together. She wanted life like it had been. Clint responded that he would not go back to a house like it was, He stated that he was unwilling to go back to a housed where he was unwilling to eat cold dinners and listen to constant haranguing about his many failings. He hadn’t a relaxing moment in bed with her in months
Minutes passed as Clint unloaded his feelings. Then, Dixie interrupted him, “I’m sorry Clint! I never realized what I was putting you through those things. What can I do to get you back?”
“I don’t know. I don’t even know if I want to go back to all the tension.” Clint replied.
Desperate, Dixie thought quickly as she said, “Could we get professional help - a marriage counselor or a psychologist to work with us?”
Equally desperate to get back to his family again, Clint agreed as long as he didn’t have to miss work.
So it was Friday evening that Clint and Dixie sat in the comfortable chairs and began their counseling. First she asked Clint to explain his reasons for leaving and refusal to go back home. He tried, to explain his situation as best he could. He’d totd that the problems had begun developing after their third child and gradually increased in intensity until they’d become unbearable. Then, he described the days before he left.
When the counselor asked Dixie for her side, she told, of similar feelings. Seemed that Clint was always doing something to irritate her. She cooked his meals and kept his house and cared for his children she said sarcastically.
After reviewing his notes, the counselor suggested that they both go back to their home and make notes of what their thoughts about each other and return on Monday night with their lists. Then, after reviewing the lists and his notes, the counselor asked Clint to leave and wait in the waiting room while he talked to Dixie. Shortly . With Clint gone the psychologist asked her, “Did you ever hear of post-partum depression?.
With her answers a discussion developed and soon Dixie was aware that she had a severe case of depression started after the birth of her child and developed, in intensity as time passed. She’d grown increasingly cross and grumpy as time passed and displayed her wrath on her husband. After an hour of talk Dixie understood her condition and agreed to start taking pills to overcome her depression.
Then, having found a solution to her problem, Clint was called back and they had a casual discussion of the problems they faced. Dixie’s proposed treatment wasn’t mentioned as the counselor closed their appointment and suggested that they meet again on next Monday.
Once home, Dixie immediately started on the pills to remedy her depression and moved to get her kids in bed. Then, a few minutes later, the kids in bed, the world felt strange.
She felt relaxed and calm and as if floating on air. The colors of everything seemed brighter. Then came the side effects. She felt slightly dizzy and her concept of numbers and reason seemed blurred. It wasn’t what she’d expected but something she’ promised the counselor she’d continue to use until told to stop.
The week passed slowly as Dixie was inundated with demands for her time. Unlike before, she struggled to meet those demands with a kind of pleasure. Her good nature seemed to prevail.
At the next meeting with the counselor, she seemed happy and confident that the good life would return. She’d convince Clint to accept her again. At the meeting, she greeted Clint warmly and with a big smile. The counselor opened the meeting with, “I see the pills are working. Now, to prevent your dependence on those pills, I want you to cut back to half dosage - that’s 1 pill every other day.”
Then, the counselor turned to Clint and said, “Look at your wife. What do you see?” This sudden request caught him by surprise and Clint stumbled with words as he tried to answer her request, “Well, it’s the same ole Dixie that I was married to.”
The counselor continued to prod him, “Is she beautiful?” Clint stumbled again as he described her as best he could. With continued prodding, he admitted that she was beautiful and that she seemed more beautiful than he’d seen her in a long time.
Then, the counselor continued, “Your wife has been suffering from depression and not herself for a long time. This past week she has been taking pills to overcome her problem and I think you’ll find her changed. After you leave here tonight, I want you to take Dixie out to a nice dinner and show and get to know each other. Under no circumstances are you to engage in sex”
Hearing her command, Clint started to object only to be silenced by her stern words, “I’m in charge here and if you want my help, take my advice.”.
The dinner date was scheduled and Clint reluctantly picked up his date and drove them to the ’Balmy Seacoast’ restaurant which he knew to be her favorite place to dine. Dixie was her calm, confident self who adored her husband and flirted with him like she hadn’t since their last child was born. Over excellent food, the old intimate relationship that they had known had returned and Clint felt his arousal at levels he hadn’t known in a while.
The only problem was with Dixie. . . she still carried those damn side effects. Much as she wanted to, she seemed unable to respond with all the enthusiasm that she would have liked. It was those damn pills.
Then, by the end of the week with the pill decreased by half strength, Dixie still felt good
and felt a need to make love to her husband. At their meeting, the counselor recommended that Dixie go off the pills and watch for the effects. She advised that the two have another date and enjoy whatever develops.
Next day, the rains came and the work site was unsuited for work. Clint, with nothing to do during this idle time, thought of Dixie and felt a need - he needed her and the counselor had directed that they have another date. He called her and suggested lunch together.” The date was quickly arranged and they met at the ‘Pig-n-Whistle’
The lunch was excellent though neither ate much. Their eyes met and seduced each other over their meal as they talked casually. They spoke of their love openly. After a few minutes, Dixie said, “Take me home and make love to me. I need you. I want you.”
An hour later, Clint and Dixie were naked in their marital bed and seducing each other in the manner of their long familiarity. There was no hurry to their movements as each sensuous movement was enjoyed to the fullest. Slowly, they laved and caressed and fondled each other in the mnner that long experience told them gave maximum pleasure.
As they worked together, time had no meaning and their world was reduced to just the two of them on their marital bed. There was no yesterday and no tomorrow - just the here and now!
Their sex play had no bounds - any physical act was acceptable to them except anal penetration and they’d once tried even that and found no pleasure there. There on the bed, the play seemed to encompass all the rest.
Then, after a period of time, the need for penetration became overwhelming and Dixie moved over him and into her favorite position. There she positioned herself over Clint’s hard cock and, facing him, lowered herself to impale it into her waiting quim. Soon, fully impaled, she leaned forward on to Clint’s chest and felt her clit against his hard body.
Again, time passed as the two lay motionless enjoying the special feeling until suddenly Clint called out, “I’m gonna’ cum. Are you ready?”
On hearing his words, Dixie felt a surge in her lust and raised vertical to enjoy her orgasm as she felt Clint empty his load into her waiting belly.
It was as they lay in the calm and serenity of the afterglow that they heard the sounds of children returned from school.
Hearing this, they quickly dressed and went downstairs to meet with the family.
It was as the two lovers went to their next meeting, that the counselor asked how things were going and advised that Dixie go off the pills all together and see what happens.
.
.
As he drove home, he shivered from the cold that had affected him and the car’s heater didn’t bring a ready solution. Still, Clint was in a good mood. He’d done good days work and took satisfaction in remembering the forms that he’d place for what would one day be a bridge. It was a good feeling. Then, as he approached home his thoughts turned to his wife and kids and again he felt pride in his family.
On turning into the driveway of his modest 4-bedroom home Clint admired the years and landscaping that he maintained. It was the finest in the neighborhood and he knew it.
He entered his house and shed his damp outer garments before moving to greet his wife in the kitchen; then, on approaching the kitchen he felt her animosity. “Hi Babe! What’s up?” he spoke in his most cheerful tone hoping to improve her demeanor.
Dixie, his wife, scowled as she looked him in the eyes and said, “Get tos wet clothes outm of here and quit messing up the house. I don’t clean this place for you to drip water all over it,”
Anxious to avoid a serious confrontation, Clint quickly retired to their bathroom and removed his wet clothes and then showered where the hot water relieved his stress from the cold. Then, he quickly dressed in dry clothes and took his wet ones to the washroom.
As he returned to the dining are he found Dixie and the kids finishing their dinner. As he approached, she said, “Couldn’t wait all night for you to piddle around, The kids were hungry so we ate. You can dish up what you want to eat on the stove.” Stunned by her attitude, he moved to fix his plate and sit alone at the table as his Dixie proceede to ignore him as she woriked about the kitchen.
It was as Clint took his dishes to the sink that he approached her and said, “What’s the matter? What’s causing this rift between us?” Her reply was simply, “There’s no rift. I’m just a little upset by your coming home dripping wet and messing up my house and then ruining my dinner by not showing up.”
On hearing this Clint knew that there’d be no resolution to their problems so he sought the kids and by nine, when they were in bed, he retired for the night and was immediately in a deep sleep.
With morning, at 5:00am, Clint arose as usual and made breakfast for the family as usual. Before eating his own breakfast, he called the rest of the family to come and eat. By 6:30 he was on the road to work again. As he drove, he noted another cloudy, rainy day and he prepared for the cold. This time he looked forward to his job with pride. . . he was a man and working as he did he need take no criticism from any man!
Like the previous day Clint found the same numbing cold and dampness as the day before. He endured.
As he entered his home, he carefully, shed his wet clothing and sought the hot shower to relieve his numbing cold. He looked neither to the right or to the left as he made his way to the bathroom and passed his wife in them kitchen. As he took his damp clothes to the washroom and returned to find the family at dinner he was immediately rebuked by his wife. Dixie called out, “Your dinner’s on the stove.”
It was on hearing this that Clint felt it. The anger that had been smoldering in the deepest recesses of his mind came forth and he fought sying anything. Words would only complicate the situation. “I’m going out for dinner. I’ll see you around.” he said and stormed out.
So his wife heard the words, she screamed, “Clint! You get back here. I cooked, this dinner for you. . .. “ Clint didn’t hear more as the door shut behind him and he drove away.
His dinner was a hamburger and fries at a Burger King. Then, as he thought about his situation, he began to plan. First he’d, return home and get some clothes and personal items, then, he’d go to the motel by the job and bunk in a room with the out of town workers from the job.
So it was when he returned home that Dixie decided to throw a tantrum. Clint was running out on her. She’d show, him. She’d get s god damned divorce and take his kids away from him. Five minutes later Clint faced her and said, “We had something going for many years. We worked together to build our family. Lately, I’m just a problem for you. Perhaps,it’s better if we just think us over a bit. I’ll see you around some day. Then, he was gone.
It was next day, at noon, when Clint saw Dixie standing at the parking areas of the site with a lunch. He walked past her. When she saw his deliberate rebuff, she felt her temper rising. How dare he ignore her. He was her husband and he’d always listened to her before. She was frustrated. As he disappeared in then restaurant with other of his crew, she sensed defeat and returned to her car where she at the sandwiches herself. To her the taste was less than pleasing as she planed her next move.
It was when Clint returned from his lunch that Dixie intercepted him again. This time she said simply, “We gotta talk sometime. I can’t live like this.” and he replied, “Well, I can. Want me to take the kids this weekend?”
These unexpected words seemed to stun her as Dixie drew back. Suddenly, she thought, “This, isn’t just a minor rift but a real breakup of their marriage.” She’d get the kids, of course, and he’d pay child support an alimony but the concept of raising three kids alone seemed overwhelming. Maintaining the house and yard would be impossible. “Simply impossible,” she thought.
That night, having gotten the address from his employer, Dixie again intercepted him as Clint returned from work. Though he was tired, he reasoned that he’d have to talk go her sometime. He loved his wife even as he felt that he could no longer live with her. “How’d you find me?”, he asked, “”I didn’t leave word with anyone.”
Dixie wasted no time in stating her purpose, She wanted Clint back with the family. She wanted the family unit together. She wanted life like it had been. Clint responded that he would not go back to a house like it was, He stated that he was unwilling to go back to a housed where he was unwilling to eat cold dinners and listen to constant haranguing about his many failings. He hadn’t a relaxing moment in bed with her in months
Minutes passed as Clint unloaded his feelings. Then, Dixie interrupted him, “I’m sorry Clint! I never realized what I was putting you through those things. What can I do to get you back?”
“I don’t know. I don’t even know if I want to go back to all the tension.” Clint replied.
Desperate, Dixie thought quickly as she said, “Could we get professional help - a marriage counselor or a psychologist to work with us?”
Equally desperate to get back to his family again, Clint agreed as long as he didn’t have to miss work.
So it was Friday evening that Clint and Dixie sat in the comfortable chairs and began their counseling. First she asked Clint to explain his reasons for leaving and refusal to go back home. He tried, to explain his situation as best he could. He’d totd that the problems had begun developing after their third child and gradually increased in intensity until they’d become unbearable. Then, he described the days before he left.
When the counselor asked Dixie for her side, she told, of similar feelings. Seemed that Clint was always doing something to irritate her. She cooked his meals and kept his house and cared for his children she said sarcastically.
After reviewing his notes, the counselor suggested that they both go back to their home and make notes of what their thoughts about each other and return on Monday night with their lists. Then, after reviewing the lists and his notes, the counselor asked Clint to leave and wait in the waiting room while he talked to Dixie. Shortly . With Clint gone the psychologist asked her, “Did you ever hear of post-partum depression?.
With her answers a discussion developed and soon Dixie was aware that she had a severe case of depression started after the birth of her child and developed, in intensity as time passed. She’d grown increasingly cross and grumpy as time passed and displayed her wrath on her husband. After an hour of talk Dixie understood her condition and agreed to start taking pills to overcome her depression.
Then, having found a solution to her problem, Clint was called back and they had a casual discussion of the problems they faced. Dixie’s proposed treatment wasn’t mentioned as the counselor closed their appointment and suggested that they meet again on next Monday.
Once home, Dixie immediately started on the pills to remedy her depression and moved to get her kids in bed. Then, a few minutes later, the kids in bed, the world felt strange.
She felt relaxed and calm and as if floating on air. The colors of everything seemed brighter. Then came the side effects. She felt slightly dizzy and her concept of numbers and reason seemed blurred. It wasn’t what she’d expected but something she’ promised the counselor she’d continue to use until told to stop.
The week passed slowly as Dixie was inundated with demands for her time. Unlike before, she struggled to meet those demands with a kind of pleasure. Her good nature seemed to prevail.
At the next meeting with the counselor, she seemed happy and confident that the good life would return. She’d convince Clint to accept her again. At the meeting, she greeted Clint warmly and with a big smile. The counselor opened the meeting with, “I see the pills are working. Now, to prevent your dependence on those pills, I want you to cut back to half dosage - that’s 1 pill every other day.”
Then, the counselor turned to Clint and said, “Look at your wife. What do you see?” This sudden request caught him by surprise and Clint stumbled with words as he tried to answer her request, “Well, it’s the same ole Dixie that I was married to.”
The counselor continued to prod him, “Is she beautiful?” Clint stumbled again as he described her as best he could. With continued prodding, he admitted that she was beautiful and that she seemed more beautiful than he’d seen her in a long time.
Then, the counselor continued, “Your wife has been suffering from depression and not herself for a long time. This past week she has been taking pills to overcome her problem and I think you’ll find her changed. After you leave here tonight, I want you to take Dixie out to a nice dinner and show and get to know each other. Under no circumstances are you to engage in sex”
Hearing her command, Clint started to object only to be silenced by her stern words, “I’m in charge here and if you want my help, take my advice.”.
The dinner date was scheduled and Clint reluctantly picked up his date and drove them to the ’Balmy Seacoast’ restaurant which he knew to be her favorite place to dine. Dixie was her calm, confident self who adored her husband and flirted with him like she hadn’t since their last child was born. Over excellent food, the old intimate relationship that they had known had returned and Clint felt his arousal at levels he hadn’t known in a while.
The only problem was with Dixie. . . she still carried those damn side effects. Much as she wanted to, she seemed unable to respond with all the enthusiasm that she would have liked. It was those damn pills.
Then, by the end of the week with the pill decreased by half strength, Dixie still felt good
and felt a need to make love to her husband. At their meeting, the counselor recommended that Dixie go off the pills and watch for the effects. She advised that the two have another date and enjoy whatever develops.
Next day, the rains came and the work site was unsuited for work. Clint, with nothing to do during this idle time, thought of Dixie and felt a need - he needed her and the counselor had directed that they have another date. He called her and suggested lunch together.” The date was quickly arranged and they met at the ‘Pig-n-Whistle’
The lunch was excellent though neither ate much. Their eyes met and seduced each other over their meal as they talked casually. They spoke of their love openly. After a few minutes, Dixie said, “Take me home and make love to me. I need you. I want you.”
An hour later, Clint and Dixie were naked in their marital bed and seducing each other in the manner of their long familiarity. There was no hurry to their movements as each sensuous movement was enjoyed to the fullest. Slowly, they laved and caressed and fondled each other in the mnner that long experience told them gave maximum pleasure.
As they worked together, time had no meaning and their world was reduced to just the two of them on their marital bed. There was no yesterday and no tomorrow - just the here and now!
Their sex play had no bounds - any physical act was acceptable to them except anal penetration and they’d once tried even that and found no pleasure there. There on the bed, the play seemed to encompass all the rest.
Then, after a period of time, the need for penetration became overwhelming and Dixie moved over him and into her favorite position. There she positioned herself over Clint’s hard cock and, facing him, lowered herself to impale it into her waiting quim. Soon, fully impaled, she leaned forward on to Clint’s chest and felt her clit against his hard body.
Again, time passed as the two lay motionless enjoying the special feeling until suddenly Clint called out, “I’m gonna’ cum. Are you ready?”
On hearing his words, Dixie felt a surge in her lust and raised vertical to enjoy her orgasm as she felt Clint empty his load into her waiting belly.
It was as they lay in the calm and serenity of the afterglow that they heard the sounds of children returned from school.
Hearing this, they quickly dressed and went downstairs to meet with the family.
It was as the two lovers went to their next meeting, that the counselor asked how things were going and advised that Dixie go off the pills all together and see what happens.
.
.
Poster:
George R. SWEET
