Couple Stories
Red Lipstick Kisses and a Black Eye
My first wife used to cover me with red lipstick kisses
before we made love. I must admit, it really turned me
on. I would watch her apply it while standing in front
of a mirror. After finishing, she would turn to me and
begin kissing me all over my face and neck.
One night we had a terrible argument after having too
much to drink at a party. I'm embarrassed to admit it,
but she had bruised my male ego. We had been at a party
that was held both indoors and out. There was a badminton
net in the backyard and we started playing. At first,
we just volleyed back and forth but we moved on to playing
a game. Some women started watching us play and helped
keep score. The first game was close but she pulled ahead
towards the end and won 15 – 12. She received a
loud applause from the women spectators. During the second
game, the women really started getting into the game and
called the game a battle of sexes. When my wife won decisively
(15 - 7), they cheered all the louder. I started to walk
off the playing field thinking that we had played enough
for the day.
That was when my wife yelled out, "What's the matter?
Afraid to get beaten by a woman in front of everyone?"
Hence, I agreed to play another game and got soundly trounced.
I think the score was around 15 - 3. We stayed for about
two more hours and consumed more margaritas than we should
have.
While we were driving home, she kept talking about how
much fun it had been. My replies were short and with a
bit of an edge. After a while, she became angry about
my attitude and things started to escalate. When we got
home, it got much worse. At some point, I said something
really ugly and she whirled around and socked me right
in the eye, knocking me flat on the floor. I'm not sure
if I was knocked unconscious or not but the next thing
I knew, I was hit by my pillow which she had thrown. She
stormed off upstairs and locked herself in our bedroom
door while I staggered over to a sofa and fell asleep.
I really should have iced my injured eye before falling
asleep because in the morning, it was almost swollen shut.
My eye was all bloodshot and there was dark black and
blue bruising around. I was so mad at my wife. How was
I going to explain this bruised and swollen eye to everyone
in the coming week? I think my wife was a little shocked
when she saw what she had done. However, she didn't say
anything and we stayed clear of each other for most of
the day.
In the evening, I was watching football on the television
when my wife came into the room dressed rather provocatively
with her red lipstick on. She sat down next to me. I tried
to ignore her and concentrate on the game but she started
kissing my face. I was trying to hold on to my anger but
she was wearing me down.
After a couple of minutes, I took a glance at our reflections
in a mirror on the wall. She looked at the mirror at the
same time and our eyes met. I probably had a dozen large
lip prints all over my checks, forehead, neck and everywhere
else except near the bruised eye. (It was real sore.)
Both of us broke out laughing. Then we started laughing
about the whole situation; the badminton game, the argument
and the black eye. She got her camera and took a timed
picture of us embracing - me with my black eye covered
with lipstick kisses. She had it framed and used to show
it to her friends and tell them about the story behind
it. The funny thing is neither of us could remember what
I said before she knocked my lights out. While telling
the story, she used to say, "We can't remember what
he said, but whatever it was, he knows better than to
say it again".
We didn't over-indulge ourselves with alcohol very much
after that. I learned not to say hurtful or damaging remarks
when we argued. I also worked at overcoming my fragile
male ego. The fact was she was a better athlete than I
was and regularly beat me in tennis, badminton, volleyball,
ping pong and whatever sports that you can name. She even
beat me at arm wrestling a few times. I didn't mind so
much as long as it was just between us. She came to realize
that she had a hot temper and worked to mellow it. I loved
that woman.
I lost her to breast cancer after thirteen years of marriage.
I sure do miss her.
By Chris
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