Author's Note:
It's just a story, so, let's not get too focused on the possible threat of STDs. Otherwise, ... enjoy it.
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Prologue:
His black hair looked so sexy, I just couldn't resist sliding the fingers of both hands through his long, straight locks, while admiring the lustful fire in his eyes. I pulled his head into me, his lips locked in place, sucking, as his tongue flicked my nub. And I pulled him in even tighter when my legs began to tremble. Throwing my head back, I screamed "Oh, my gawd, YESSSS!!!!"
When my spasms subsided, he pulled away and crawled into position between my upturned knees. Grasping his long, thick member, he probed at my entrance then plunged in to begin pounding his tool into me. The visual of his gleaming eyes and smile, the feel of his silky hair through my fingers, his insistent thrusts into my core, and the musky smell of his cologne and sweat, ... it all added together for the whole incredible sensual experience.
His hard cock was splitting me open as I squeezed with my kegels, and I bucked my hips up, trying to make better contact with my clit, pulling him in with my heels. Gasping for air in time with his thrusts, I desperately tried to push myself over the edge for just one more incredible orgasm with him.
This evening was perfect, from meeting after work at my husband's favorite bar, to the surprise he arranged reserving this honeymoon suite. I felt so desired, so sexy, ... so young again! I hadn't felt this way since our wedding night over 23 years ago. My husband made me feel this way back then too. After the excitement of our wedding day and exchanging our vows to always love each other, he made me feel just like this back then, so sexy, so desired, even with his animal lust on our wedding night I felt so SPECIAL with him!
I wanted to find the perfect words to describe this night to him,
... when I see my husband tomorrow.
Intro:
It was a second marriage for both of us. So, we weren't the young, naïve couple who obviously believed that we knew EVERYTHING about each other and everything about relationships.
I'm Allison, and my first marriage was to my high school sweetheart, Rick, my "one and only" who took my virginity. Rick and I both found jobs after we graduated with our college degrees. We decided to get married after college when we were both settled into our jobs. We had dated for so many years prior to that, I thought I knew everything about him.
So, what followed our honeymoon came as a surprise. After the first year of living together almost twenty-four hours a day and seven days a week, the tensions began. I don't know if he was as surprised, but it certainly surprised ME that we really didn't know or discuss those hidden desires. Everyone probably conceals something while dating, but I couldn't think of anything I hid from him. It was only after that first year as husband and wife when I realized our incompatibility.
Such nagging differences between us weren't just about our morning routines, snoring, or which side of the bed we each preferred. No, the things which came out after we were both settled into marriage were his secret desire to watch me going to the bathroom! And when he suggested I sit in the tub under his "golden shower," that was the beginning of the end! So, the fights between us escalated.
Unfortunately (or fortunately), shortly after our second anniversary, Rick was out drinking one night with his buddies. Before leaving the house, his last words to me were "Fuck you!" which came as no surprise, our fights by then being so common. ... He died in the car wreck while driving home drunk. I think his death just left me feeling ... numb. It was a tough time for me trying to look like the grieving widow, when I really just wanted to relax, feeling relieved!
My second husband, Eric's, prior sex life was different, but equally stressful. Although I thought he was a handsome catch at six-foot three, and buff looking, with his Nordic blonde hair and blue eyes. He said that it didn't always work well for him. His good looks and high income were attracting predatory women, the type who were always shopping around for the better deal.
Eric hooked up with one woman who, after six months of "exclusive" dating, gave him the clap (an STD) she contracted during another "shopping" evening when looking for a better guy. Eric said that another time, he was surprised on a third date with a woman, when her husband found them together in the back seat of her car. She had told Eric she was divorced, which her husband said came as a surprise to him. He was home watching their pre-teen sons, thinking she was working late! Another woman he dated (just once) had two kids out of wedlock by two different fathers. It seemed she didn't care about birth control, just having a good time with ANY guy willing to buy the drinks.
He said there were many other failed hook-ups. But he finally thought he found the "girl of his dreams," and after almost a year together he asked her to marry him. The surprise came when Eric planned time off work just a month after the wedding to go house-hunting together for a larger apartment. His new bride told him she didn't have time that particular week to look for their apartment. "Don't you remember, dear? I told you I go camping for a week with the girls every year at this time." He knew her two girlfriends, and she did go on her camping trip with them. It was only later he found out there were numerous single men who "camped" with them, when one guy told him what really went on. After he heard the rest of the story of that annual trip, he divorced her a few months later.
So, when I met Eric, it was after my own first failed marriage and my other three short-lived hook-ups. We were both disillusioned with the prospects of the dating scene.
On our first date, Eric and I were both leery and on the lookout for any warning signs. After talking over a long dinner, we were eventually both satisfied with the answers to each other's questions of fetishes, secret friends or getaways, drinking habits, and prior marital status. Then we went on to discuss our jobs, families, hobbies, and everything else you'd want to know about someone you might consider taking to bed. We finished a second bottle of wine, and when we were in his car outside the restaurant, I found he was a great kisser. So, I decided it was time at the end of that first date for me to check out his other hidden assets and skills. I invited him home for the rest of the night, and I was certainly NOT disappointed! He was a great catch, tall, handsome, successful, ... and I just hoped he wasn't disappointed in me.
I know my black rimmed glasses gave me a somewhat nerdy look. But I could never get used to wearing contacts. And I know I'm not the hot, blonde cheerleader type who men seem to drool over. I kept my brunette hair at just shoulder length the way I like it to make it easy to wash. But ever since that first time I took him home, I've worked at keeping my five-foot five, 125 pound, 36-C body in shape, hoping his attention wouldn't wander. Now through our twenty-three years together, I managed to bear and raise his three kids, who are now out on their own, as we start into our empty-nest years.
Book Club:
A few of the neighborhood women were sipping coffee this Saturday morning for our monthly Book Club meeting. It was Sandra's turn to host, and she had the usual coffee and assortment of cookies or breakfast finger food. Sandra had selected the book at the last meeting a month ago, when she volunteered to host this time. I was just surprised with her book choice this time, knowing how judgmental she can be.
"I thought the book was really hot," Wendy said to the women in the group as we sat in the living room. "I was listening to the audio book as I drove to the grocery store. It was a few minutes into the sex scene when I pulled into the parking lot, and I just sat in my car until she left the hotel room. ... I was so horny; I wished I had my bullet vibrator with me!"
Sandra held out a small glass bowl, saying "It's your turn, Julie."
Julie reached into the bowl to withdrew a folded slip of paper. She unfolded the small paper to read the next discussion question.
"In the book, we read about Claire's growing frustrations with her suburban housewife role. Did her husband's reaction to his wife's infidelity deprive his wife of her sexual agency?"
