Chapter 03: Something lost and something found ...Jack's new life.
The Final Chapter?
I've been in a state of confusion before, several times in the last few months in fact. But I couldn't remember when it was as disconcerting as this moment. I was with my wife of over thirty years and we had decided to sleep together for the first time in more than six months and we would probably have sex and ... I didn't have a clue what to do. She had gone to the bedroom and I had followed her like a puppy dog waiting for its next command. I sat on the edge of the bed while Molly had moved to the bathroom. I started to take off my clothes and hang them up in the closet like I used to. I stripped down to my jockey shorts and sat back on the edge of the bed again.
I looked around and everything seemed to be just like it was when I left. I had a minor inspiration and turned on the small bedside lamp on her night table and got up and turned out the ceiling light. At least it was a little more intimate this way. What now? Pull down the coverlet and slide under the covers? I suppose that was going to happen anyway, so I stood up and pulled the quilted bedspread down and folded it over the bottom rail of the bed the way Molly used to always do it. I was about to pull down the covers when I heard the bathroom door open and Molly came into the bedroom.
Things always change and we certainly had. So why was I surprised when she came in wearing a very sexy, silky, shiny dark green nightgown that I had never seen before? I guess I didn't expect to see her wearing something alluring like this. It was very low cut and very slinky and it got my immediate attention; and I do mean immediate. Molly was showing me that she was still a very good looking woman and I was going to want her in this bed very soon. She smiled as she seemed to flow into the room and saw the one small lamp.
"Did you want to brush your teeth or anything first, Jack. There's a new toothbrush in the drawer you can use." she said coyly.
I didn't need to be hit over the head. Go fix your breath and take a leak and at least wash your hands you slob, I said to myself.
"Yes ... thanks ... I guess I wasn't expecting ... this." I offered lamely. I got out of bed and headed for the bathroom and noticed the light was still on. Very subtle Molly, I laughed under my breath. I only took me a couple of minutes to clean myself up and head back to the bedroom. I was now aware of just how anxious I was. It was as if it was going to be our first time and I was just that nervous and uncertain. I flicked the light off in the bathroom and headed to bedroom.
Molly was lying in bed under the covers and it took me a second to figure out that she had taken the nightgown off and she was likely naked. I slipped back under the covers and reached for her.
"Do you want me to turn the light out, Jack?" she asked softly.
I thought for a moment I had misunderstood her. We never had sex with the light on. It was one of those small-time fantasies of mine.
"No, let's leave it on; I want to be able to see you ... to watch you." I said in as confident a low voice as I could muster.
"Me too." she smiled.
I was completely unprepared for what happened next. To start with, Molly took charge. Her hands were roaming all over my body and she quickly discovered and removed my under shorts. This was a new, aggressive Molly and I responded by running my hands over her new and improved body as well. She was, as I had guessed, completely naked and it was a long time since I'd run my fingers over a desirable woman's body. I began to move down toward her breasts and she encouraged me by pushing them up toward my mouth with her hands. It wasn't long before I was kissing and licking and teasing the nipples and Molly was responding.
In the meantime, Molly wasn't wasting any time. She had reached down for my now fully erect cock and enclosing it in her hand, began to stroke it. I was so revved up that I knew if I didn't get a grip soon, it would be over before it started. I said so to Molly and she released me and moved her hands to my head and continued to push me downward. There wasn't any doubt about what she wanted then, but I was again surprised since she was never very fond of oral sex. She had apparently changed her mind.
As I began to use my tongue and lips to excite her, she began to talk to me. It was another radical change in her behavior. Normally, she was silent when we had sex, but that was then and this was now.
"More Jack. Please! Push your tongue in and give me more please."
I did the best I could to give her what she wanted and the sound of her moans and her hands on my head, pressing me further into her now very moist sex was the message that she was getting what she wanted. I moved my tongue up to her clitoris and began to tease it and I got an immediate positive response.
"Oh yes. That's it. Oh ... Yesssss!" she moaned quietly.
I played with her sexy centre for what seem like several minutes before she wanted me to enter her.
"Now Jack. I'm ready now." she whispered.
Our foreplay had greatly helped me get myself under control and I was ready too. I just hoped that I wouldn't disappoint her. This was a very different and very alive Molly and I wanted her to be rewarded for this wonderful change. I moved up slowly, first kissing my way up her slightly rounded abdomen and briefly tickled her navel with my tongue. I continued my way up pausing only briefly at her lovely breasts and then kissed her mouth gently, without tongue.
"Guide me in, Molly. Tell me what you want." I said very quietly.
She grasped my fully erect member and brought it to the entrance of her vagina and then released me; putting her hands on my butt cheeks and pulling me into her. It was an easy passage and I heard her sigh as I filled her tight cavity and slowly began to stroke; in and out and in again; slowly at first and then gradually picking up the tempo as she responded. I was using the pressure of her hands to tell me what she wanted. Her mouth was making noises, but I couldn't understand them and anyway it didn't matter. She was making it obvious what she wanted and I was fully prepared to give it to her to the best of my ability.
They say that when you are on a lucky roll, you should never question it; just go with it. That's what I did with Molly on that lovely Christmas night. I quit thinking and just moved in the rhythm she was seeking and we talked to each other without using words. I knew what she wanted and how she was feeling and she knew I was aware of her. It was as natural as if we'd done this a thousand times over and yet, for us, it was a first. We had been having sex for many years, but we hadn't been making love. I think we both came to the realization at the same time that this was very, very different.
Where the hell was all this for so many years before? Had I forgotten that it was once like this or was it never like this? I remember we had sex now and then, but I don't remember it being so intense. I don't remember it being exciting. I don't remember our being so engaged in it. I certainly don't remember feeling this good about it afterward. I lay on my back in the aftermath and Molly was lying almost on top of me with her arm across my chest and her head tucked onto my shoulder. We were both breathing heavily from the exertion and I was surprised at my ability to stay with Molly. She had been the leader and I was the follower and I tried manfully not to disappoint her. I had the feeling that I had succeeded.
We drifted off to sleep with the small lamp still on and holding each other. Sometime in the night, I awoke and the light was off. I reached for Molly and she was right there, still naked and sleeping peacefully. I rolled onto my back, now almost wide awake and tried to take stock of this strange turn of events. I had almost forgotten the comfort of having another person in my bed and the scent and touch of a woman. Molly never slept nude and she could easily have put on her nightdress when she woke and turned off the light, but she didn't. I wondered about that. We were two very different people and I was curious about the changes in my wife. I thought they were all positive but I was at a loss to understand how they came about. Was it my expulsion that gave her the freedom to be someone else or was it something entirely different. I knew now that I wanted to know the answer to that question.
I must have lain awake for an hour before I slipped back into sleep. I was thinking about all the changes that had taken place for both Molly and I and I was convinced they were all for the better. I wondered idly if she might have had a lover in the months that I had been gone, but it seemed unlikely. Something else had produced this change in her and when I discovered what it was, I was going to reinforce it with a good dose of more of the same.
