Page 102 of Beautiful Life
This led to the two-week debacle of car arguing. I first took her to a Ford dealership to drive an Expedition. She proceeded to stand in the parking lot and almost yelled at me in front of the salesman, “You want me to drive that?”
“Yeah,” I answered. “We’ll grow into it. It’s big so you can see everything and it’s safe.”
“I’m not driving that.” She was completely pissed. “I’m not even getting into that.”
“What about a Tahoe? Like Gabby’s.”
“Wait,” the salesman interjected, not wanting us to go to a Chevy dealership. “Maybe she would like something smaller, like the Explorer.”
She looked straight at the salesman and, totally out of character for Leigh, was rude in her response. “Did you not just see us drive up in an Explorer? We are not going to own two Explorers.” She then marched back to my Explorer, got in and sat there, fuming.
I drove her straight to a Toyota dealership and, standing in front of a Sequoia, she looked over and lowered her usually sweet voice into a menacing one. “I love you, but are you deaf or just dense?”
“What? It’s not their biggest SUV. The Land Cruiser is even bigger. I thought a foreign brand might make you happy.”
She silently walked straight to me and grabbed my keys out of my hand, turned again, and headed straight back to my Explorer getting in behind the wheel. I give a shake of my head to the salesman in silent apology and moved slowly to the passenger seat.
She drove us directly to the Volkswagen dealership. Before I knew it, I was standing in front of a Jetta, next to fucking Brendon the fucking car salesman, who was grinning down at Leigh.
I looked over at my wife who was biting her lip while trying to suppress her smile. She said in a question, “It’s bigger?”
It was my turn to be pissed, so I glared at fucking Brendon before looking back at Leigh. “No way.” I grabbed my keys back out of her hand and marched my ass back to the car with her in tow.
After she got in, I looked through the windshield before pulling out. “We need to talk about it some more.” Then I drove us straight home after a long day of car shopping, never driving even one.
A week later, I took her to a Volvo dealership and we were again in a car shopping standoff. I finally said, “Leigh. We have to drive something eventually.”
“Fine,” she huffed. But then added while pointing at the XC90 I was looking at, “I’ll drive a four door, but I am not driving that.”
“Maybe we should move over to the S80?” the older female said, smiling kindly at Leigh.
“Thank you,” she said to the saleslady as she glared at me.
We drove it. It was a sweet car and a smooth ride, but most importantly, one of the safest cars on the road in its Class. Leigh complained it was still too big, but she didn’t march off the lot and she was still speaking to me so I took that as a good sign. We left the dealership and she agreed to think about it.
Three days later we were in bed, Leigh was naked and squirming on her back. I had her legs hitched high and wide holding her ankles tight. I was kissing the inside of her thigh, down to between her legs where she was again waxed bare for me and I could tell very ready.
“Sweetheart,” I started as I licked her clit lightly. “Have you decided on a color?”
I heard her gasp as she lifted her hips to get more from me. “Are you kidding me?”
“No.” I pushed her legs high and wide while blowing lightly on her clit.
“Tony!” she halfway yelled.
I licked at her one more time. “We need to get you a car. You need to decide.”
“Please,” she moaned.
“If you don’t think I can do this all night, you’re crazy.”
“Honey,” she complained again.
I leaned down to pull her hard, swollen clit between my lips loving the feel and taste of her in my mouth. She jerked and called out louder for me, but I let her clit go. “Pick a color.”
“Fine.” She groaned and finally gave in. “Silver.”
I grinned, dipped my head again to lick her swollen lips between her legs. “The S80?”
