I was snuggled up against Maribeth's naked body. We had just gotten together again as I was able to make a quick stop in San Antonio on my way to Mexico City.
We had just collapsed from an intense session of passionate love making and I was aware that we were both in that special place that lovers find in those post coital minutes. My climax had been powerful and long, clearly a result of the weeks of abstention, and it seemed to me that Maribeth was similarly satisfied, even though I had not yet asked the question.
As we both gently drifted down from our sexual high, I contented myself with luxuriating in the smell of Maribeth's just fucked body and running my free hand over her still flushed soft skin. Several times our lips met in gentle kisses but neither of us was interested in moving.
At some point I think I whispered in Maribeth's ear that she was a fantastic and wonderful lover. In response she snuggled closer and asked in that innocent voice she sometimes uses, "As good as your other women?"
The question caught me a little by surprise, but I was aware that despite our relationship which now spanned more that thirty years, Maribeth had never totally overcome a very deep insecurity about us, and in her own way was always seeking affirmation that what we shared was real. So my response was to assure her that indeed, she was very much as good as my "other women."
In the past I had shared with Maribeth that I had two previous affairs and a few casual encounters that ended with romps in the bedroom. In fact, several times I had recounted some of these for Maribeth during what we called "Storytime." She was always curious and had never exhibited any signs of jealousy when I related the details of these affairs, so I felt comfortable being honest with her.
Maribeth leaned closer and whispered in my ear, "Can I ask you some questions, if you don't mind?" I was curious about what kind of questions she had in mind, so I said, "sure, ask me anything."
"Promise, you'll tell me the truth." She whispered. I just looked at her and scrunched up my face as if to say, "that's a silly question." Then, seeing she was serious, I nodded and said, "shoot."
"How many women would you say you've fucked?"
"I haven't actually counted, but I think about twenty."
"Wow, that's a few more than I thought. How many of those were actually affairs?"
"Just the two I told you about, Jen was a four year affair that started in 1980 and Karen was probably about a five year affair that began a couple of years later. Should I count my high school girlfriend as having an affair?"
"No, that was just dating. All the rest, you just picked up?"
"Yep, but I wasn't always sure who was picking up who. I told you about Lynda in Chicago, and Amanda in that snow storm in Missouri. They definitely picked me up."
"Yes, I remember you telling me about them. Did you always fuck these women?"
"Yes."
"Did you eat their pussies?"
"It's always one of my favorite things."
"Do we all taste the same?"
"Generally yes, but there are subtle differences, you are sweeter than most." I chuckled.
For this comment I received a punch to my shoulder.
"Did they all suck your cock?"
"Let me think....(pause) yes."
"Do you think they all liked it?"
"Hummm.... I'm not sure. Jen was definitely an enthusiastic cock slut and Karen once told me that she never felt as much a woman, as when she was on her knees with my cock in her mouth. Some others gave me the impression that it was on their A-list, but truthfully I sometimes felt that others might be doing it because they thought it was expected."
"And me?"
"Definitely in the top tier my dear, but, I would say, my impression of you is that you're quite selective in that regard."
"Hummm...did you come in their mouths"
"Not always, some were one night stands and generally cock sucking was just an appetizer for the main event. I was with a woman one night who had just gotten her period, so she sucked me to completion. Of course you, Jen and Karen have swallowed multiple loads."
"Does your wife suck you?"
"No."
"Fuck you?"
"Rarely."
"So that explains why you are so horney on the road."
"A major reason, yes."
"Do you mind telling me why?"
"The essentials of this sad situation is a combination of events. Two painful miscarriages, a pregnancy during which she suffered from extreme nausea, a d&c that resulted in us suing the doctor because he left a rubber cup embedded in her vagina that created pain every time she had intercourse. I think it's pretty understandable why she might be a little soured on sex after all of that.
