Tale #25 – If you're not with the one you love, love the one you're with
It has been a long week, it has been a week I had not been looking forward too, it has been a week I dreaded to see arrive, Jules was going out of town on a romantic trip to Florida with her husband David. How could she say no? He has stood by her side throughout some lonely, trying, and difficult times. He has watched his normally active wife sleep sixteen hours in a row, drained her ports after surgery, arranged to have food in the house for her children. He asked for nothing. She could not possibly say no.
So they went.
She left on Wednesday and stayed in a rented home not far from Epcot Center. That would be the last I saw of her for six days. We texted off and on, she sent me a couple photos, but we lacked constant communication for the entire time.
You probably already know this about me, but I have an overactive imagination. If I am going to Florida for a romantic getaway with a pretty and seductive lady, I will take full advantage of the alone time with her. So, Jules being alone for all that time with David, in a home with bedrooms, her away from the demands of her family, him being deserving of gratitude, things were going to happen.
The days dragged on, and finally, Tuesday has arrived. She arrived back home on Monday, but it was late and she wanted to spend time with her family.
We agreed to meet at Manner Hall, the building on our church's property at about 7:00pm that evening. Both of our spouses had meetings, so we had about 90 minutes to spend together. Needless to say, I was excited.
When my wife left I quickly climbed into the car and texted "in transit" to Jules. She was already in her car, so we called each other. I was nice to hear her voice, and I could tell she was anxious to see me. In the back of my mind, the lingering question remained with me - did she or didn't she? However, we had so much other stuff to talk about, that topic did not come up.
We arrived at Manner Hall about the same time and went into the dark building. Quietly we ascended the steps, just the sound of our breath and probably the sound of my heart pounding was heard. At the top of the steps, I pulled her to me. She was so receptive to my embracing and kissing - I acted like an 18 year old about to get layed for the first time. We held hands as we walked back to our room. The making of our mattress was a well-rehearsed routine, as was our disrobing. I would like it to be a little more romantic, but time was not on our side. Therefore, we have to make every minute count.
As I'm sitting on the nearby sofa removing my shoes, I look up and view Jules. I love to watch her move, particularly undressing - it seems so perfect. She looks up and sees me looking, our eyes lock. Most of our clothes are off, so we climb onto the mattress.
Being conscious of parts of her body that were not working at 100%, I laid on my back and pulled her on top. Our eyes never parted. We kiss again as she reached under and placed my dick at the entrance of her pussy.
I whisper, "are you sure about this?" She nodded and the tip slipped in. Jules' face winced in pain.
"I can't, Levi." Tears welled up in her soft brown eyes.
"Don't worry about it, lover," I responded. "Another day perhaps. But then I want to attempt to please you without penetration." I smile a devilish smile.
"How about the lazy 69?"
"Sure! It's been a while, but maybe I'll remember how it goes," I said as we both laughed.
Facing each other, we both lay on our sides and rested our heads on the inner thigh of the other. My tongue investigates the region that has been ignored for a long time, as her lips and tongue find my prick. In synchronization, we both sigh as if we just found a mutual comfort zone.
My hand reaches around to her butt to draw it closer. The smells are heavenly, as were the sights. I have watched lots of porn in my life, but her pussy was by far the prettiest I've ever seen. I do not think that is an exaggeration. The color, the folds, everything...
Jules licked around the head of my wanting penis for a minute then stopped. There was no touching on my dick from her mouth or hand. This was kind of odd. I felt her breath – there is something different.
"Levi," she said with some reservations in her voice.
"Yes?" I replied.
"I gave David two blowjobs in Florida."
There was silence.
"Are you okay, Levi?" I felt my once throbbing cock slowly deflate. I did not know what to say. The woman I love and cherish had her mouth around another man's penis, even though it was her husband. But it is what I expected, and I did ask her to tell me if it happened or not.
"You ask me to tell you if it happened. Matter of fact, you asked for details. I did not want to hurt you, and still don't, but we have a very frank and open relationship. He is my husband."
From between her legs comes a tepid voice saying, "I know."
"Do you still want details? Or should we talk this out?"
My mind was racing. I did not like the feelings that I was experiencing, but yet I did. I cannot explain it.