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Red Lipstick Kisses and a Black Eye
My first wife used to cover me with lipstick kisses before
we made love. I must admit, it really turned me on. I
would watch her applying it while standing in front of
a mirror. When she finished, she would turn to me and
begin kissing me all over my face and neck.
One night we had a terrible arguement after having too
much to drink at a party. I'm a little embarrassed to
admit it, but she had bruised my male ego. The party we
had been at was both indoors and out. There was a badmitten
net set up in the back yard and we started playing. At
first, we just volleyed back in forth but then started
a game. Some women started watching us and keeping score.
The first game was close but she pulled ahead at the end
and won 15 - 12, receiving a loud applause from the women
spectators. During the second game, the women spectators
really started getting into the game, calling it a battle
of the sexes. When she won decisively (15 - 7), they cheered
all the louder. I started to walk off the playing field,
thinking we had played enough when my wife yelled; "what's
the matter, afraid of getting beaten by a woman in front
of everyone?". I agreed to play another game and
got soundly trounced. I think the score was 15 to 3. We
stayed a couple of more hours and had more margueritas
than we should have.
On the way 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 lost
consciousness or not, but the next thing I knew, I got
hit with my pillow, which she had thrown. She stormed
off upstairs and locked our bedroom door. I staggered
over to a sofa and fell asleep.
I really should have put ice on that eye before falling
asleep because in the morning it was almost swollen shut.
It was all bloodshot and the bruising around it was a
dark black and blue. I was so angry. How was I going to
explain my very black and swollen eye at work the next
day? 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 a football game when she came
into the room dressed rather provacatively and with her
red lipstick on. She sat down next to me. As I attempted
to ignore her and watch the game, she began kissing me.
I tried to hold on to my anger but she wore me down. After
a couple of minutes, I took a glance at our reflection
in a mirror on the wall. She looked in the mirror at the
same time and our eyes met. I probably had a dozen large
red lip prints all over my forehead, cheeks, chin, neck,
everywhere except close to me black eye. (It was real
sore.) We both broke up laughing. Then we started laughing
about the whole situation - the badmitten competition,
the arguement, and the black eye. She went and got her
camera and set up a timed picture of us embracing - me
with my black eye and covered with lipstick kisses and
her looking beautiful as usual. She had the picture framed
and she used to show it to her friends and tell the story
behind it. Funny thing, neither of us could remember what
I had said before she knocked my lights out. While telling
the story, she used to say; "neither of us remembers
what he said, but whatever it was, he knows better than
to say it again".
We didn't overindulge ourselves with alcohol very much
after that. I learned not to say hurtful and damaging
things during arguements. Also, I worked at overcoming
my immature and fragile male ego. Fact was, she was a
better athlete than I and regularly beat me in tennis,
badmitten, volleyball, ping pong, you name it. She even
beat me armwrestling a few times. I got to where I didn't
mind so much, especially when there wasn't an audience.
For her part, she came to accept that she had a very hot
temper and worked at mellowing out.
I lost her to breast cancer after 13 years of marriage.
I sure do miss her.
Chris
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