The Good Looking Back Tryster (GLBT)

WC 869

The Good Looking Back Tryster (GBLT)

Malcolm Tub worked out of his garage as an auto restorer. He was a true generalist, a jack of all trades and did everything from Classic Cars to Pro Street to Rat Rods. It didn’t matter, as long as it rolled.

His good looking wife, Margret, was a pioneer in the IT field and flew all over the country. This left Malcolm home to watch the kids. He got the children up, fixed breakfast, packed them off to school, did the chores and any time left over was devoted to his automotive passion.

Now Malcolm wanted boys to help in the shop but instead they had two girls, named Mazda and Opal. Unfortunately his daughters liked dolls, playing house and cried when their hands got dirty. Looking over the books one day he decided that kids were an expensive proposition…. not to mention a pain in the butt.

So on New Year's Eve 1968, he made a resolution not have any more children. He explained it to his wife in a slow and logical manner so as not to confuse her.

“Honey…I love our girls but I think two is enough…I’ve decided that the best way to prevent future pregnancies is to curtail our lovemaking. I think if we limit sex to once a month, that should solve the problem.”

Margret thought this amusing because she didn’t really care if she ever had sex with him. Malcomb was not much for stamina and easily the most inept sex partner she’d ever endured. Her decision to marry was based on one thing. She loved kids. It was simple as that, and kids needed a father, especially since she was off on the job most of the time. Mr. Tub was handsome, athletic, smart, dependable, hardworking and in love with her. Was this man not the perfect husband, or what? Plus, he was great around the house and sometimes even brought her breakfast in bed.

Hmmm, she thought, stroking her chin, “ If I didn't want three more children, this would have some real possibilities. "You think you can last a month?"

"I'm a man of steel," he replied, posturing his bicepts.

“Well, you're the boss, " she sighed,, "but at least let me schedule our lovemaking. I don't want you to go forgetting what it looks like....or have a good looking hunk like you all lathered up when I'm away.“

This was easy to say because she knew Malcolm was not that type of man and that every minute of his day was consumed with a long list of tasks posted on the shop bulletin board. And so it was they started the new year with a resolution they could both live with.

It was much easier for Malcolm than he anticipated. There was still the "monthly" to look forward to and with the kids at school and his wife on the road he could always whack off in the bathroom.

Now while Margret "preferred" the ladies, she remained three light on the family issue. So, it should come as no surprise that the monthly romp was always scheduled around her period and you guessed it….The big X on the calendar always came fourteen days after the onset of menstruation. How could anyone so talented in mechanics, she often wondered, be so clueless about biology...?

...Was Mr .Tub ever surprised, finding out his wife was pregnant again. " Flabbergasted," is a better word….."Bad luck!" he muttered. A baby girl named Chevy, came in December. Shucks! taking care of a new born really cut into his shop time.

The following New Year he renewed his resolution. This time he resolved to use a prophylactic. Margret bought size extra large and don’t you know?... the damned thing slipped off "Peanut" during intercourse…. A forth daughter, Malibu, was born shortly before New Year's Eve. This time Malcomb was really ticked and accused his wife of messing around….The DNA test proved otherwise and he really caught hell over that.

Finally Malcomb resolved to try one last time and renewed the resolution. He scheduled a vasectomy and had a farewell jack off. Margret found the evidence still warm in the rubber and syringed it out. When she told him the good news Malcomb went totally ballistic…“This is impossible," he riled, "Either somebody's cheating or we're having a religious experience.”

The tests validated his paternity and Margret swore that if he ever accused her again, she was leaving. A son named Cam was born in January. The boy had a crib in the shop and grew up to become one of the foremost car builders in the country.

Whenever she cuffed a new GLBT lover to the bed post, Margret would tell them stories about what she'd done to her husband. It never failed to get them laughing and she'd have tears rolling down their cheeks. This was a timely distraction while she put on the blindfold and stuck the ball gag into their mouths. By the time they could say..."What the heck's... mmmm mmmmm...?" she was in position to use her oversized dildo... to full shock advantage. Men or women, it didn't matter, she always left them in hysterics.