Sherri watched Randy pull away from the hotel and give her a wave as he drove by. She knew he couldn't see the tears on her cheeks, so she waved back at him. Just to make sure Randy didn't suspect anything, Sherri started her car and pulled out of the parking lot. She saw Randy turn onto the highway and head toward his home.
Sherri drove home slowly, her emotions all mixed up. She was so glad that no one was waiting for her at home. She really wanted to be alone and try to sort all her emotions out. Sherri could not remember the last time her emotions were so tied into knots. Once home, Sherri looked into the refrigerator and was happy to see a part bottle of wine left over from...from...she couldn't remember when, but right now, she didn't care. Closing the door, Sherri headed to their bedroom, dropping clothes along the way. She reached in and turned on the shower, knowing how good the warm water would feel to her.
Sherri set out a towel and her favorite PJs, which was an old long t-shirt. This T-shirt and Sherri had spent many a lonely nights laying next to her husband...that could care less about touching her. Sherri stepped into the shower, and the water felt as good as she expected. She simply stood there, letting the warm water begin to loosen her emotions. As she took the soap and began to wash her body, her mind quickly returned to Randy's touch. A touch that was so passionate but gentle at the same time. As Sherri ran the soap over her breasts, she closed her eyes and remembered Randy caressing her breasts. Her nipples erect with passion. Her body twitching as she remembered his tongue upon her nipples.
Without realizing, Sherri's hands moved down across her stomach, imitating Randy's touch as much as she could. Moving still further down, Sherri found her womanhood, ready and desiring attention. Sherri knew she had better stop and not get carried away. Her emotions were too tied up right now. This was a time to sort out the feelings. Sherri turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. The mirror across the room was fogged over. After drying herself off, Sherri slipped the t-shirt over her head and headed to the den before getting that glass of wine. Stopping at the stereo, Sherri picked out some soft music. Pulling a wine glass down from the cabinet, Sherri poured herself a glass, and went to the couch. Setting the wine glass down on the table, Sherri grabbed one of the over-stuffed pillows, snuggled the pillow and started trying to sort out her emotions. It wasn't long before the tears began once again.
As Sherri sat there...she tried to dig down deep inside and determine what she was crying about. Ever since she had accepted the date with Randy, deep down inside she expected she would regret what she was going to do...but she found herself without regret. It seems that being with Randy just unleashed the emotions locked inside her for so long...and now they were gushing out. Sherri could not remember the last time she had cried...it had to be years ago. She realized that emotionally she had become stagnant. Her emotions had been put on hold. Her marriage had become emotionally cold, and she and her husband Jack had simply been co-existing for the last 10+ years.
Until tonight, Sherri had not realized how cold she had become. It's as if the desire to love and be loved had been buried, never to be found again. And the tears? The tears were for the emotions that had been awakened with being with Randy tonight. Emotions that had been dead for all these years. Tears of joy...and yes, even regret. The tears were for once again feeling like a woman. A woman that had found out she is still appealing to men...that she still has curves in the right places. A woman whose sexual desire had been rekindled. A woman that can be loved...and return love. A woman that felt complete once again. A woman that had found the pieces of her soul that had been missing for so very long. But also feelings of regret.
Regrets that her marriage had become sold cold. She didn't even like the thought of Jack touching her. He had stopped so long ago being romantic. He use to come up behind her, wrap his arms around her and kiss her lightly on the neck. Sherri could not remember the last time he had done that. When was the last time he had brought her flowers...for no reason at all? When was the last time he cuddled with her without wanting sex...or cuddled with her AFTER sex...even for just a bit? When was the last time....Sherri stopped, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her regret was not with meeting Randy...but with what her marriage had become. And the regret that neither Jack nor Sherri seemed to want the romance and love back. They both had become 'accustomed' to their co-existance...and that's what is was. A coexistence. A cold coexistence where both persons 'accept' the situation...neither really happy, but neither wanting to make changes.
As these thoughts ran through Sherri's mind, she began to feel herself relax, but probably the wine had something to do with it also. As she sat there, her emotions began to settle down, and her mind began to realize what had been happening these last 10+ years and that tonight had been the first step in re-defining who she was and what she wanted from life. It also made Sherri realize that even though she did not consider divorce an option, she also could not just walk away from Randy.
She now felt deeply tied to Randy. She had let him inside her, both emotionally and physically, and these were very precious gifts as far as Sherri was concerned. Sherri knew that regardless of what happened between her and Randy from this point forward; she did not regret making love to Randy tonight. She knew that she wanted to see him again, feel his kisses and touches, and to feel him deep inside her. But she couldn't help but wonder....did Randy feel the same way? Was tonight what so many called a 'one night stand'? Was Sherri just a 'conquest' for Randy? Sherri recalled the look deep in his eyes as she made love to him. What she felt she saw was not 'conquest', but 'oneness'. She saw the softness in his eyes, saw the emotional attachment that was growing between them. She saw the passion in his eyes for her. "But!" thought Sherri. Was she so desperate for love and attention, that she would allow herself to see anything different?
Sherri took another sip of wine, and realized that she had just about finished the entire glass. Getting up, Sherri almost lost her balance. Realizing that she had not eaten for quite some time, and the wine was affecting her very quickly. Moving slowly to the refrigerator, Sherri poured just half a glass and returned to the couch. Lying down, Sherri felt warm all over from the shower and the wine. Closing her eyes, Sherri's mind drifted back to being with Randy.
She remembered his soft lips on her neck...his warm lips on hers. His tongue finding her tongue. Sherri wiggled down further into the couch. Her body began responding to her memories with Randy. Sherri lightly ran her fingers over her swollen nipples. Her body tingled, but not like it did when Randy touched her nipples. Without realizing, Sherri sat up and slowly pulled the t-shirt up over her head and let it drop to the floor. Her fingers found her bare, swollen nipples and began to tug and twist them gently, while remembering Randy doing the same thing. Wetting her fingers, Sherri began to caress her nipples, remembering how her nipples felt being sucked into Randy's mouth. Sherri's womanhood was now wet once again with desire.
As Sherri slid her hand down over her stomach her fingers found her wet, hot womanhood, her mind drifted off to remembering Randy's touch...and how wonderful she felt when she had received his full length. Sherri was now off in the world of memories with Randy. Remembering his hot lips all over her body. Remembering his touch that seemed to know all her erotic places. Remembering how gentle he had been entering her. Remembering how wonderful it felt to feel his shaft sliding slowly in and out of her. Sherri's hand was now twirling her swollen clit...climbing and climbing higher! Remembering how Randy's body stiffened as he came inside her...his manhood throbbing in ecstasy. Sherri felt his warm juice inside her...and that was the final push to bring her over the top. She pulled him hard against her, wrapping her legs around his. As Sherri remembered this moment, her body came once again! Her hand wet with passion and desire. Sherri felt her body slowly come down from her mountain. Sherri kicked the blanket resting at the end of the couch over her, wiggled down into the couch, and soon had drifted off to sleep.
Randy was glad that the house was dark when he pulled into the driveway. He knew that his wife was already in bed and that was fine with him. Shutting the door to the bathroom, Randy pulled off his clothes and started the shower. He could still smell the light scent of Sherri's perfume. The warm water felt so good to Randy. His body was still alive from making love to Sherri. He couldn't help but wonder if she was doing the same thing right now that he was. Randy closed his eyes and dreamed of Sherri being there with him.
Randy took the bar of soap and very slowly began to slide it over his body, building up a nice lather. As his hands slid down over his chest, past his soft stomach, and finally finding his hard manhood. Randy softly moaned as he dreamed of Sherri's soapy hands stroking his rock hard shaft. As he washed his balls, he could imagine Sherri's soft hands touching him there.
Randy knew he was taking a chance...but his passion was flaming once again. His right hand was caressing his balls while his left hand was stroking his hard shaft.
Randy could see Sherri stepping into the shower before him. Her shapely legs stepping over the side of the tub shower. The water was already warm. Randy was still undressing as she opened the shower curtain a bit and looked out.
