Needless to say Diane's panties became my most prized possession. Working all day, very successfully now, if I may brag, I looked forward every evening to come home, take our her panties, and masturbate. No matter what I did, how I did it, nor where I did it, the pleasure was never as intense as it had been when Diane had milked me.
The few girls I dated were just as sexually boring. We would fuck and I would have an climax. It was purely penile. There wasn't the full-body, total orgasm that Diane's milking have given me.
There was another concern that occupied my thoughts. Whenever I masturbated or fucked a girl, a few minutes after my climax my cock would go flaccid. The one time I had been with Diane, my erection had remained strong for hours thereafter!
I could not get Diane out of my head.
Priapism
By pure chance I happened to have my physical examination a few weeks later. My usual doctor was out and instead an elderly woman was taking his place. I casually mentioned to her that a few weeks ago after sex, my erection had remained very strong for hours. She looked up very concerned, "How many hours?"
"Three or four, I think," I replied, adding hastily, "Anything I should be concerned about?"
She looked at me square in the eyes. "If it's four hours or more, go to the emergency room. What you may be having is Priapism. a potentially painful medical condition, in which the erect penis or clitoris does not return to its flaccid state, despite the absence of both physical and psychological stimulation, within four hours."
I was not sure what to do. On the one hand, I had felt really powerful with an erection that had lasted all night with Diane even after she had drained my entire body. On the other hand, the words "emergency room" scared me. What caused it?
The doctor went off on a tangent including sickle cell anemia, leukemia, etc etc blah blah blah. And she finally circled back, her white hair bobbing and a glimmer in her blue eyes, "Or
neurovascular prostatal constriction.
It's something so rare we learn about it in medical school but no one seems to know how to perform it!"
I thanked the elderly doctor for her patience and wisdom and walked out. I had a bounce in my step. Diane had performed – so naturally and effortlessly, as was her nature – that which medical doctors only read about but never learned how it was done. Or for that matter, if anyone ever did that! Diane did!
Such was my surprise when I got to my office that there was a message from the company president to head back to Diane's city for another huge deal. AND there was a strange letter in my mailbox. The handwriting was unequivocally Diane's. In blue ink on beige stationery with her monogram she was inviting me to a party at their home this coming Friday!
I had not contacted Diane since "The Night She Milked Me" because I knew she was married. And I had no idea Diane had my address. I thought she'd forgotten about me already!
My business trip was quickly arranged, allowing me to leave on a Friday afternoon, giving me time to spend the weekend in Diane's city and going to my business meetings early Monday morning. I was shaking like a leaf from that moment on through airport security through the flight through the car rental through the highway all the way to her house.
Diane's Party
It was late evening when I arrived and noticed a lot of cars parked outside. The door was open and I let myself in to a party that was already in progress. A tall, slender, intense, middle-age man greeted me, "Hi and welcome, I'm Joel."
This was not a plain-and-simple "Joel". This was Diane's husband, lord and master of this house, and I could tell by his eyes, demeanor and handshake that he was a powerful executive, probably a triathlon athlete, and refined gentleman.
"Hi, and thanks for having me over. I'm Sean."
He roared with laughter, my hand still in his grip. "Oh, so you're Sean that fell asleep on Diane throughout the flight!"
Cold sweat started to run down my spine. If this iron man knew what had happened, he looked like the kind of man that had ripped off the heads of his enemies before and would do it now to me. Here and now and with his bare hands.
Out of nowhere I heard a voice that made my knees buckle and heart stop. It was Diane running toward me, "Sean sweetie, I'm so happy you came! You didn't even RSVP!" She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed me against her body. "Come, meet my friends!"
My erection was instantaneous! Like a conditioned response, my cock swelled up instantly. I felt a drop of pre-cum ooze out. Her hand holding mine, she led me to her various friends. All I could think of was that same hand deep up my ass. Her fingers seemed even stronger tonight, and that alone made my ass tighten up as I followed her around, meeting so-and-so, until she led me back to the bar and her husband.
Joel led me to the bar, poured two Scotches with a single, huge ice cube each, and offered me one. We clinked glasses and I did as he: sipped mine very slowly. As we started to talk, a lovely woman came up to us. She was about my age, say twenty-five or so, black hair, green eyes, and the same laughter as Diane. Her determination said she was Joel's daughter. Joel introduced us, "This is our daughter, Samantha. Samantha, this is Sean."
She shook my hand and laughed, "Oh, you're the Sean that fell asleep on Mommy's shoulder on the plane!"
Three things: Diane had told her husband and daughter, so I felt safe that they knew who I was; Samantha had long, slender fingers and a strong grip, and did Diane tell them she had milked my prostate?
No time to think: Samantha was taking me around, chatting away just as excited as her Mother, laughing and talking and holding my hand as if we had been together for years. A lady that said she was Diane's business partner asked me if I had the habit of falling asleep on stranger's shoulders. She winked and said it had been a clever move on my part!
My cock was throbbing inside my trousers. Even thinking about sitting on the plane, sound asleep, my head upon Diane's shoulders and my hand lazily between her thighs made me giddy. Samantha walked around and introduced me to even more interesting people.
One gentleman, Joel's golf and bear hunting buddy, asked me to join them on their next outing. It would be roughing it, but he knew I could handle it.
Another man owned a very prestigious gourmet academy that catered fine meals once a month for an exclusive dining society. Did I know how to cook? Well, I admitted I am a part-time chef. "Splendid! Diane and Joel will host the event next month and you'll be in charge!"
I met a guy, also about my age, tough as a rock. He was Diane and Joel's son, J W. Not an ounce of fat on him. Samantha led me away by the arm and confided that he was on a 48-hour leave from "over there" which I gathered was some special forces super-secret operation that I best not inquire too much.
My hormones were racing, my mind was swirling. From afar I caught a glimpse of Diane chatting with friends. She was laughing. My cock was throbbing for that laughter, the very same, generous laugh Diane had so cheerfully used when we had showered together, and again her laughter when she was talking while reaching deep into my ass and massage my prostate. I could not take my eyes off Diane. Samantha must have noticed it because she gripped my hand harder and whispered something like, " Mommy likes you – a lot."
I was feeling very much like part of the family and all Diane's friends were quickly accepting me as one of them.
