On the drive home from having sex with Jason, I felt like shit. I felt used. Trashy. Weak. Dirty. I kept telling myself that I had needed to do it. I needed to experience sex with someone besides my husband. I had to see for myself that it wasn't what I wanted. It wasn't right for me. I wouldn't have known that without experiencing it firsthand. The ride home took 45 minutes. It seemed much longer. On the way I stopped at a convenience store and bought a snack. I didn't need it, but I wanted it. There's my food demon rearing its ugly head. I went ahead and gave in. Allowing myself the small comfort of chocolate because I had just done something so uncomfortable, so completely out of my element that I thought I had earned it. However, when I got home, I immediately went to the mall and walked enough laps for 3 miles.
After the mall, I went back home and to my normal routine. I was tired that afternoon but didn't get a chance to take a nap. I started to feel better about myself. I wasn't worried about seeing Jason the next day. I didn't feel that I had done anything to belittle myself in his eyes. I was right not to be worried. The next day when I saw him at work, everything was fine. When he came back from his delivery route, he greeted me normally. There was someone else in the office with us and he asked how my weekend was and I said that it was fine. He said his was great but he was a little sore. Fucker. The other guy asked why he was sore and Jason looked over at me. I suggested that he had a big "honey do" list from his girlfriend. He said yes, he had a list and he was sore and tired, but that he would do it all over again—stressing the word, "all".
We didn't get a chance to talk again until 2 days later at lunch. I told Jason that I was glad that we had gotten together finally, but that I didn't want to do it again. I told him that I realized that it wasn't right for me. That I needed more. I needed a relationship. That casual sex wasn't my thing. But I made sure to let him know that it wasn't anything he did wrong. He said that he understood and everything was cool.
Another week passed by and my surgery was looming close. I was going to be having surgery on my bladder. I won't describe all the reasons or symptoms, but I will tell you that the doctor said when he does this surgery; he tightens everything up on the way out. In essence I was going to get a new vagina. My doctor actually said I'd be 18 again down there. So I was horny as hell and only 12 days away from 8 weeks of no sex. It was Wednesday and Jason was inside having lunch again. I told him that I had changed my mind and wanted to have sex with him again. Needless to say, he was all for it. I told him I didn't want to kiss. That it was too personal and that I thought he should save it for his girlfriend. He took it in stride. He was just happy at the prospect of having sex again. We set it up for the following Sunday morning same as before.
In the meantime, I was still horny as hell. I started thinking about Doug. Things had been fine between us. I wasn't mad anymore about his late night call a couple of months ago accusing me of fucking someone else. I wasn't fucking someone else then. He was just mad that I had stopped having sex with him. A lot of time had passed and my reasons for stopping started to seem stupid. After all, we were still married. Being separated had given us plenty of space. He knew I had no intentions of getting back together with him and he understood my reasons for separating. Having sex again wouldn't change anything. It would be both of us getting something that we needed. We wouldn't have to drag any emotions into it. He's the one who said we could do it. I'm the one who stopped.
I called Doug Friday after work. I was thinking that I'd like to get some good sex in the last week before my surgery. It may have been selfish, but I felt like I deserved to have a decent orgasm or two. When I called him, I tried to warm up to it instead of springing it on him. We talked a little about the kids. He had mentioned that he was feeling a little sick. I asked, "How sick are you?"
"I took some medicine. I'm better now."
"Good. I was hoping to come over there. I thought we could make the best of this last week before my surgery."
"Oh. Yeah, that sounds good."
"So how 'bout right now? Can I come over right now?"
"Yeah. I'll see you in a little bit."
I made up an excuse to the kids. I told them I was going to meet a friend for dinner and I left. I was so excited on the drive over. When I got there, he greeted me at the door and seemed a little nervous. I went in and walked straight back to his room. He followed behind me still unsure of what to do. I asked him for a towel so I could take a shower. I hadn't had time for one before I left home so I cleaned up and went back in the room. He was sitting in a chair watching TV when I walked in. I got in bed as he turned the light in the bedroom off but left the light in the closet on, so it wasn't very dark. He took off his clothes and climbed in bed with me.
Immediately he put his arm around me and started kissing me. At first softly and then more insistent. When his tongue entered my mouth, it was exploring. Very, very different from the way Jason's tongue assaulted me. Jason had been shoving his tongue in as far as he could, while Doug's barely entered at all. As he was kissing me, he turned us so he was on top of me. His right hand moved down to cup my left breast. He brushed his thumb across my nipple; then quickly replaced it with his mouth. His hand continued down to my pussy where he found the moisture already starting to gather.
I could feel his erection against my thigh so I reached down to stroke him. Doug stopped kissing me to rise up and kneel next to me. He was still expertly working my pussy with his fingers. God, I missed that. It felt great. Two fingers curved inside stroking my g-spot while his thumb was on my clit. The movement of his fingers in and out naturally caused his thumb to move with them. It is my absolute favorite and he knows it. It is also practically guaranteed to get me off. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. I really needed this orgasm and I was going to get it. As he continued working my pussy, I lightly stroked his cock. I like the way it feels in my hand. As a matter of fact, I like the way a hard cock feels everywhere; in my mouth, in my hand, in my pussy, against my stomach, against my thigh, in between my tits. I just love a hard cock!
After a couple of minutes of skilled manipulation, Doug had me on the brink of orgasm. I gave up my stroking of his cock to concentrate on the pleasure. In and out his fingers went, brushing my clit with his thumb. My breathing alternated between panting and holding my breath. Little whimpers of sound escaped every so often until finally I was overtaken by the orgasm. My head lifted off the bed as my pussy contracted around his fingers. Doug leaned down to hold me against his chest as I came down. His body was warm and lean and hard. Not an ounce of fat on him now. He said he'd been working out non-stop since I left and it showed. I thanked him and he gave me that silly grin he always has after making me cum.
Doug kissed me passionately and moved between my thighs. It was his turn now and he wasted no time entering me. He cock slid easily into my wet pussy; the sensation almost too much for me so soon after my orgasm. We stayed in classic missionary for a couple of minutes before he pulled back a little and lifted my thighs pushing them back against my chest. He placed his palms against the backs of my thighs and pushed down for leverage as he started pounding into me. Each stroke moved against my g-spot which was still extra sensitive. I closed my eyes in order to concentrate on the pleasure. We'd done this position thousands of times. It was kind of comforting to me to be back to normal. But I wouldn't call it boring. I liked it. Still do. And it felt great. Doug went faster and faster and just as his asthma started to make him wheeze, he came. Instead of stopping immediately like he usually did, he gave a few more pumps and then collapsed on the bed next to me.
I reached down to stroke my clit dipping my finger in my pussy first to wet it. It was too soon for his semen to start coming out, so I used my own juices. I first moved my finger in a circular motion around my clit coating it. As I felt the hard bud, I started moving from side to side, applying just a little pressure. Doug was watching me and pinching my nipples lightly. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes picking up speed and working myself in a familiar pattern. When I came, I turned on my side bending my knees together. As Doug started to hold me, I excused myself for the bathroom. I wanted to clean up before making a mess on the bed. I also didn't want to cuddle. So I got up and out of there.
When I returned to the bedroom, Doug had started getting dressed. I was glad because I wanted to leave. We talked for a couple of minutes while I was getting dressed. He told me that he needed to get an oil change in his car. I told him he could come over to the house and do it if he wanted, but he said he was going to go to the dealer. As I left, I told him I wanted to make the best of the next week and he agreed that we should have sex a few more times.
The next day was Saturday. I took the kids to their bowling league in the morning just like always. While we were driving back home, Doug called. He said the dealer was really busy and asked if he could change his oil at the house. I told him of course since I had already offered. So he came over about an hour later with all the supplies. Our older 2 daughters had to work, so they left. All that remained were Doug, me and our 16 year old daughter. I was inside doing chores when I got a text from my sister, "Hey, Whatcha doin?"
