This story is at least partly inspired by an anonymous confession I came across some time ago on a well known micro-blogging platform. I hope you enjoy.
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Sally sighed as David moaned. She wasn't exactly uncomfortable or anything but, well, it was clear, as it always was, that he was enjoying this more than she was, although she sometimes wondered how even he could enjoy this. She'd gotten into the habit of trying to do what she could to hasten the end. Her legs were spread wide, knees bent and lifted, and she pushed her hips back against him as he rutted away, his body draped on top of hers with his head buried in a pillow next to her head. She lifted her arms up to rub along his muscular back. She'd found this generally encouraged him, while also making it easier for her to check the time on her watch as inconspicuously as possible, and she was duly rewarded with the typical increase in his pace that was the usual precursor to his finishing, and right on schedule she felt his hips heave as he groaned loudly and emptied himself inside her.
"I love you so much," he said, he always said, lifting his head to look at her, kissing her lightly, lovingly.
"I love you too baby," she replied, as always, the warmest smile she could muster on her face.
He rolled off her, breathing heavily, and she slid out of the bed, moving quietly towards their en suite bathroom, closing the door behind her. She could feel his cum dribbling down the inside of her leg and she shuddered, reaching for a tissue, as she recalled a different time, when that feeling used to make her so hot she'd do anything to get whoever she was with hard again.
She looked at herself in the mirror for a long moment. She'd be thirty in a week and, although she'd never been what might be considered vain or overly concerned with her appearance, the thought had started to occur to her that, just maybe, there was a clock on this thing. She knew she was hot. A beautiful face, flawless skin, bright blue eyes and legs that went all the way down. She shook her wavy blond hair around her head and pouted her lips, hefted her breasts in her hands, as if to test they were still as pert and firm as they'd always been, and she sighed heavily.
"Who am I kidding," she said aloud.
She'd been with David just over three years. Before that, she hadn't gone on more than a handful of dates with any man since she broke up with Ted, her college boyfriend, when he moved to the far side of the country. It was an amicable parting, and she still thought about him sometimes, often when she was in bed.
And then David came along. She met him at a house party thrown by a mutual friend, an acquaintance really. Sally had always been a very social animal and she'd thought David's shyness that night, his almost deferential nature was kind of cute. Of course, it didn't hurt that he had the face of a model and a killer body. She was a little surprised to learn he was single, he was so funny and smart, easy company. She gave him her number when she was leaving and he called her the next day.
At first, she thought things were moving too slowly for her but then Piper, her oldest friend, had pointed out that maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. Sally had no problem agreeing. David was unlike almost any man she'd ever met. He was like something out of the past, but in a really good way. He was kind and sweet, always complementing her and saying nice things without being patronizing or making her feel weird, buying her sweet little gifts, and although he was built like a brick shit house, he never showed off or seemed overly focused on how he looked, though he was always very well presented.
It was enough so that, after three dates where they'd done little more than some pretty decent making out, she'd had to encourage him to feel her up for god's sake, she was pretty ravenous for him.
"I mean to have him," she'd quoted to Piper from one of their favourite movies, "even if it must be burglary."
She was sharing an apartment at the time and David lived alone. He'd mentioned how he enjoyed cooking so she encouraged him, for their fourth date, to invite her over and cook her dinner.
And as soon as she walked in the door, she wanted him even more. His little studio apartment was amazing, neat without being fussy, very homely and inviting, nothing at all like the bachelor pads she'd been used to. And then there was the smell, the food. He'd told her he liked to cook but it turned out he was a fucking miracle worker in the kitchen. When she told Piper about it later, she had to admit that the food was so good it had actually turned her on even more.
So after dinner, and yet more really great conversation, as they moved over to the couch Sally was as sure as ever that, not only did she really want to sleep with David, like right now, but that there was a really strong chance she was falling for him, really falling for him.
And so it didn't really bother her when that first time had been a disaster. There was a lot of fumbling and grunting. He'd been really shy about her touching his cock, like stroking him, although as far as she was concerned it was the same as the rest of him, just about perfect. So there'd been very little foreplay really at all. One minute they were making out on the couch, the next they were naked in his bed and pretty much immediately once that happened, he was inside her. She was a little surprised, sure. She'd kind of expected someone who looked like David to be, well, experienced enough to know his way around a woman's body. Still, it didn't bother her, not that much anyway.
And it still didn't bother her the second, or the third time. She tried kind of talking to him a little, encouraging him in the right direction occasionally, but it never seemed to work and then, almost suddenly, months had passed and, she knew, despite what could only be described as mediocrity in the bedroom, she was in love with him. He'd actually said it first, which didn't surprise her, he really was incredibly sweet and emotionally intelligent for a man, but she didn't even hesitate for a second to say it back to him. And she meant it.
And other than the sex, it was nice. More than nice. Nice does it a disservice. She was happy. David was as attentive and loving a partner as she had ever dreamed about. He made good money as an engineer for a construction firm and her family and friends fucking adored him, as he did them. She wondered sometimes, laying against his huge, strong body on the couch watching a movie, how it was possible for someone to be so fucking amazing at cuddling, who always felt so comfortable and safe and warm, to have absolutely no skill or ability whatsoever with mouth, hands or cock in the bedroom.
Ultimately, and pretty quickly, she dismissed those thoughts. Though, as she stood in the bathroom that Friday night looking into the mirror, she couldn't remember a single moment when she'd actually made an affirmative decision, over time she'd simply accepted that everything else she loved about David simply outweighed the mediocrity in bed, that she could learn to live with it. Besides, she reminded herself as she returned to bed, snuggling up against him as he kissed her head lovingly, I don't need a man to make me cum.
The next morning, Saturday, David had to work. It wasn't every Saturday, but often enough that they'd developed a habit of some fun teasing about Sally being able to stay in bed while David got ready for work and like he did every morning, whether she was staying in bed or not, he kissed her before he left, like really kissed her. It made her tingle, made her head swim, just a little bit, just enough, every time.
"I love you so much," he said, he always said.
"Love you," she replied.
Sometimes, and that morning was one of them, Sally felt a pang of guilt as she extricated her selection of toys and vibrators from their hiding place in the closet, as if getting herself off was somehow a betrayal of David. She lay in bed and closed her eyes, slowly lowering her hands over her body in her usual way, trying to get a clear picture of David in her mind. Usually, she aimed for him getting out of the shower, all of his muscles dripping wet. But as she felt herself get hotter, felt her pussy getting slick, the reason for her guilt came to mind. Most often it was Ted, but sometimes there were others too, men she'd been with who fucked really good or who she'd been with in very memorable or sexy situations, like that time she'd fucked a bartender at a resort in Hawai'i behind the bar. She sometimes tried to superimpose David on top of these other men as the fantasies raced through her mind, but it didn't always work.
That morning, as she slid one of her favourites, a small vibrating dildo inside herself, she tried hard to focus on David but her mind slipped to Ted and, as she was doing more and more often, she just gave up and went with it and when she came, gasping pretty hard, it was Ted's name on her lips.
She was seriously considering going again, to try and do it right this time, when her phone rang.
"Hey Pipes, what going on?" she said as she answered, surprised that Piper would be up this early on a Saturday.
"Happy birthday!" Piper said loudly.
"What the fuck Piper," Sally said in feigned annoyance, "my birthday's next weekend."
"Yeah, I know but... I'm away for work next weekend, so I thought we'd celebrate tonight."
