We had known her for almost 20 years. There were reasons I had not approached her years ago, but now we were close friends. She had ditched her abusive jerk of a husband, played for a year, and settled on her high school sweetheart from 20 years before. The problem for them was he lived half way across the country on the east coast, while she (and we) lived in the middle of the country. They aren't rich or even well-off, so visits are few and far between.
We worked close to one another, she and I; we had lunches, and with those lunches came more private discussions. She needed to talk due to the distance and infrequency of the connection with her husband. I needed to talk due to the distance of my wife's feelings and the infrequency of any intimate interaction, whether it involved sex or not.
She's Missy. Her husband is John. She's in her 40's, 5'2", about 130 pounds, and the most perfect skin I've ever seen. She's sassy, and at times downright salty, and I love that part of her.
I'm Rick. My wife is Trish. I'm in my 60's, 5'11", about 210 on a good day. I keep myself in pretty good shape, but as with many guys my age, I have some issues related to my sexual capabilities. Penetrative sex is difficult today, even with all the miracle drugs. Getting it up is one thing; keeping it up is another altogether. I've always loved oral, and while my wife sometimes allows me to give this pleasure to her, she absolutely never will reciprocate.
So on that Tuesday when Missy and I sat down to lunch, and she leaned across the table toward me stating intensely, "I just need to be eaten out", I was blown away!
When I responded with, "That can be arranged", she backed off a bit and explained that she couldn't do that outside her marriage. I explained I wasn't attempting to destroy anything that either one of us had, especially our respective marriages. I then asked if her husband had ever eaten her during one of their infrequent visits together. She told me simply, "No". She said she didn't feel like he had wanted to. She also told me her first husband would spit after eating her out, as if she tasted bad. "He's an idiot", I said. She went on to say that the last time he did that was the last time they did anything sexual.
I mentioned that one of my previous lovers told me I should write a book teaching men how to eat out a woman. We talked for a few minutes and concluded the discussion with me letting her know I was available whenever she decided she needed to be eaten out.
The next week, we met on Thursday for lunch. She immediately jumped in with, "Oh my God, Rick! Last night was terrible! I was incredibly horny and almost called you to take you up on your offer!" Not wanting to push her really hard, I stated, "Any time. You know the offer is open any time." For better or worse, I will force no one. It has to be agreed to by both sides. Even though I am that way, inside I was screaming, "Let me eat you!"
I didn't have to wait long.
Late Saturday afternoon my phone buzzed notifying me of an incoming text. I glanced at it quickly, since I was grocery shopping with my wife. Missy texted, "Can you talk?" "Not now", I replied. Early evening came, and my wife and I arrived home. We put away the few things we had bought, and I wandered out into the back yard. I called Missy.
"What's up?" I asked.
"My libido" she responded. "Is your offer still good?"
"Of course. The only real questions are when and where?" I said.
"Now and here at my place. All three teenagers are out on dates or at school events and won't be home until late." She answered.
"I'll be over shortly" I said.
I went inside and told the wife I was going for a drink. She almost ignored me with her response as she watched a show on television. "Okay" was all she said. I didn't even bother to kiss her goodbye, and she didn't ask for it.
I managed to drive sanely and within the speed limit as I made my way to Missy's house. I parked a couple blocks away at a bar, walked to her house, and quietly knocked on the door. It was late fall and already dark and cool. No neighbors were about, not that any of them knew me, but why ask for trouble? Missy answered the door, grabbed my arm, and pulled me in. On her tiptoes, she tipped her head back and closed her eyes, inviting our first kiss. I responded with a deep passionate kiss that had our tongues battling from the first moment our lips touched. She almost screamed the words, "Oh my God, why haven't I let you do that before?" I have been told I have quality kissing abilities.
