While he never did completely drift off to sleep, his sense of relaxation and well-being were never higher. He had been in a constant state of anxiety over his declining marriage for the past couple of years. Having finally had sex with the woman that he had been in love with for over a decade (despite successfully suppressing those feelings for much of that time), he was more at ease than ever.
He breathed in her scent as they lay together, the nape of her neck just inches from his lips. His right arm was extended under the pillows, his left reaching around her and resting right at the base of her ribcage. His chest was up against her back and his left leg curled over her right as they lay with their bodies intertwined.
As he floated in a state between sleep and wakefulness, his thoughts filled with her. He was replaying the morning in his head but his mind was drifting back to their first meeting at a corporate retreat, about 11 years before. They met on the second-to-last day and had spent all of it together, hanging out, running, laughing, not a care in the world. He was smitten right away with this beautiful young woman (she was in her late 20s at the time, he was in his early 30s) and the fact that she seemed to be interested in him was flattering.
The next day, the final day of the retreat, she told him that she had a boyfriend. The "B-bomb" that, at that point in his life, was always the killer to his romantic aspirations. He'd meet someone he liked, that he was attracted to, that he felt some kind of connection with and BAM!, there was the B-bomb to kill the vibe. It happened like clockwork and it always got him down. This time, he felt it a little more than usual.
She would eventually marry that boyfriend and have kids. And Rick moved on. They were always separated by the border between the US and Canada, but he always knew that they could have made it work had it not been for her romantic commitment. Then, after child number one, she moved overseas with her husband and had another child. Rick didn't think about her that much for quite a while.
He had a couple of flings over the years but never any relationships. Whenever he was interested in someone she was never interested in him the same way. Or he found someone with great sexual chemistry but he knew that a relationship would never work. He moved to Europe for a year on assignment with his company and had a couple of flings there, but again, he knew that nothing would be long term. Shortly after he returned to Canada, he met his wife through an online dating site. Things were comfortable with her and they had a lot in common. The sex was good. They dated. He knew that she would want to get married, so he proposed and, after four years of dating, two of living together and three months of engagement, they wed.
Slowly the cracks began to show. Her controlling nature came to the forefront, and her work always took prime importance. Everything else needed to be subsumed for her work, including things that he wanted to do. She never forbade him to do anything, but he knew that she resented not getting 100% of his time and attention. Her micro-aggressions added up and he started to realize that he was trying to make her happy at the expense of his own happiness. And then he was trying to make her happy to prevent a blow-up or a melt-down rather than out of love.
The pandemic really magnified things. He would usually get one or two week-long solo work trips a year that he could look forward to getting away, but the last 18+ months of working from home, cooped up with his wife, had taken a toll on his mental health more than he could have ever thought possible. The one bright spot had been reconnecting with Jenny. She had commented after he had posted something frivolously funny on Facebook and said that she needed more of that. He reached out to her over private message to see if everything was ok and he learned of trouble in her marriage and her unhappiness overseas.
It was her who took things over the line. With the time difference, night over there was morning in North America. They were chatting on instant messenger as Rick was folding laundry while she was watching some Netflix as she was unwinding after her day. Rick moved over to his computer to do some work as they continued chatting. He innocently asked how she liked to unwind, expecting an answer about a glass of wine or soothing music, but instead she sent a voice clip of moaning and heavy breathing. His cock instantly sprang to attention and his heart rate doubled.
And he was a goner.
Just that thought had his cock getting hard again as she stirred next to him. He involuntarily started to grind his hips against her ass, his cock starting to extend between her legs, looking for her pussy. He felt her start to grind back against him as he repositioned himself for a better angle. He felt a sensation of warm wetness against his raging penis and knew that he had found the right spot.
He directed his thrusts up and down her slit, her wetness allowing his rigid cock to slide up and down along her slit. He guided his cock with his hand, allowing it to rub her clit at the top of every thrust, applying some pressure to her clit. He enjoyed hearing her breaths and moans when he kept his cock right by her clit, circling his hips to pay more attention to her sensitive bud.
She reached down and replaced his hand on his cock and started to use it to rub her clit in circles, then grinding it up and down. Her breathing increased in tempo and she felt his free arm rubbing and pinching her nipple. "Ohh," she muttered, briefly unable to control the sound escaping from her mouth. She started rubbing her hips back and forth against his cock, grinding for all she was worth. "Almost there," she breathed and picked up the pace, continuing to stimulate her clit. She felt herself let go and start to tremble as the feelings radiated from deep inside her. "Ohhhh yes," she said as the orgasm washed over her.
She craned her neck towards the man behind her and he responded with a deep kiss. She brought her hand to her mouth and licked her fingers and offered them to him so he could also suck them into his mouth, licking her juices off.
"Can you be there for me every morning to start each day like that?" she asked.
"My pleasure," he said. "Speaking of my pleasure... " He reached down to guide his cock into her drenched pussy. The head slipped in and her breath caught again.
"Fuck me, Rick," she said, starting to draw her hips back and forth.
His hips met hers as his cock penetrated her as deep as it could in that position. He shifted to allow for deeper penetration but once inside her, he couldn't move more than a couple of inches. Still, the stimulation was mindblowing as he loved the sensation of being enveloped in her with her tight pussy squeezing him as he slid quickly back and forth. He gripped her breast with one hand, giving him some leverage for his thrusting.
The stimulation of her hand and clit earlier combined with the tightness of her pussy now was pushing him over the edge. "I'm going to cum, Jenny," he reported.
Immediately, she pulled off his cock, got up and maneuvered between his legs with her mouth sucking his cock in like a hoover. With one hand moving up and down on the base of his cock and her mouth matching that movement but at the head of his penis, she quickly coaxed the wave of semen from his cock. She enjoyed the feeling of his cock pulsing in her mouth, the thick cum hitting the back of her throat before she swallowed it. She allowed the later waves of cum to fill her mouth as she tasted his saltiness before also swallowing his juice.
She looked up at him and met his eyes. "Yummy," she said after breaking the seal on his cock.
