Debbie’s Awakening, Part 1
Debbie and I used to be a typical suburban couple. We had been married for just over a year after having lived together for two years. We had no kids yet, and were anxious to start a family soon in our new home. We were conventional and, I thought, pretty satisfied with our lives. We were apprehensive about moving, but once we did, we were sure we made the right choice. Our new neighbors all seemed very friendly and they all seemed to socialize together. When we met on our nightly walks, more than a few of them talked about getting together socially, and we were happy when Stan and Amy, our next-door neighbors, invited us over for a cocktail party one Saturday. We were looking forward to it with pleasure. “What do you think they’ll be like?” Deb asked.”I don’t know,” I replied. “Probably people like us, just trying to live a nice, average life.” When Saturday arrived, we bought some flowers for the hostess and arrived promptly at 6 PM. Stan greeted us at the door and introduced us to the other people at the party. After about fifteen minutes of friendly introductions, the ladies settled into the living room and the men headed out to the kitchen. Joe took drink orders from the ladies before we went down the hallway to the other part of the house where the kitchen was located. Debbie remained with the ladies and I left with the guys. In the kitchen, Stan was preparing trays of food with help from Sal and Jack. All the guys offered to pitch in and soon the food and drinks were ready. The men were very friendly and wished me a warm welcome to the neighborhood. I was starting to feel Escort side really good about our new neighbors. It did strike me as a bit unusual that it was the men working in the kitchen and the ladies lounging in the living room, but what the hell–it’s not 1950 anymore. We all grabbed trays with either food or drinks and headed down the hall. As we neared the living room, I noticed the unmistakable aroma of cigar smoke. I was glad that smoking would be allowed–I like a good cigar myself once in a while, although I wasn’t permitted to smoke in the house. But who was it that was smoking, I wondered. As we entered the living room, I received what I can only describe as the shock of my life. The ladies were all laughing, talking, and… puffing away on cigars! And that included Debbie! My Debbie, who had never smoked anything in her life except a little pot in college! And she looked like she was having the time of her life. I didn’t know how to react, especially with all the other folks acting like what was happening was perfectly normal. I reddened a bit and noticed that, despite my consternation, that I was actually turned on by this. Who would have thought? Debbie turned and smiled at me, but the smile had an ingredient in it that I had never seen before, and it made me a little nervous, despite the effect she was having on me. I walked over to her and started to stammer something and, as I did, she blew a little plume of cigar smoke in my direction.”Would you like to try a puff of my Cohiba darling? It’s wonderful.” She almost laughed as she said the manavgat escort words. The other ladies continued puffing away, and the party continued for the next couple of hours, everyone eating and drinking, and the ladies, but not the men, enjoying cigars. Very strange. Around 10 PM, the men got up and started to straighten things up. Not knowing what to do, I joined in, but had the feeling that these neighbors had some peculiar habits. Things were ass-backwards, as they say. *** Deb and I walked home in silence. When we got in the door, I asked her, “What the hell was that all about? And when did you start smoking cigars? I think you owe me an explanation.”Debbie just laughed. “I had the best time tonight that I’ve had in years–don’t ruin it for me. And anyway, I noticed that you seemed to, umm… like it.” I reddened again. Caught. There was no point in talking any more about this tonight, and no point in letting this come between us, so we joked around a bit and headed for bed. We had a very special time under the covers that night before we finally drifted off to sleep. *** A few days later, Deb told me that she was joining a women’s “support” group that was led by Carol, Sal’s wife. Carol seemed to be the social leader of the neighborhood ladies. She is a beautiful brunette, a stylish dresser, an attorney, very smart, and totally self-confident. I asked Debbie what kind of support these ladies needed and she said, “We’ll have to see. I just know that I like these ladies and I want to be a part of the group. I’m sure it will be worthwhile.”Something alanya escort bayan told me that I might regret it, but I told her, “Babe, anything you want is OK with me–I love you and want you to be happy. Go ahead.” I soon started to see the effects that being a member of this group was having on my wife. Apparently, it was some kind of assertiveness training course. Deb was becoming very outspoken and no longer deferred to what I said. She even announced one night, to my utter shock, “Why do you think that you should control the TV remote? Because you’re a man? Sorry, but that BS won’t work anymore.” The weird thing is that the more assertive she became, the more I felt attracted to her. I was in love before, but now it was like in the beginning–only better. The group’s meetings continued every Wednesday evening. I began to look forward to them, as that became the only night I could watch sports on the TV. I thought that we had reached a stable point and that things could stay the way they were for the time being. I was in for a surprise. *** One Friday evening, I was at a bar with some colleagues after work. Noticing that it was approaching 8 PM, I realized I had better get home. I drove to the house, parked the car, and walked in the door. Sitting on the sofa was Debbie, sipping a white Russian and nonchalantly smoking a rather large cigar, as though it were the most normal thing in the world. “Hello dear, I was hoping you’d be home soon. Get yourself a drink and have a seat.” I felt almost paralyzed. This was not the typical thing a guy like me expects when he gets home from work. “Debbie, what are you doing? Cigars! What the fuck? Is this some kind of role playing or are these ladies corrupting you?” The last half of that sentence was only partly a joke. She didn’t smile.”Sit down,” she said coldly. As I sat, a new look came over her face.