There's a line somewhere, I think it's from the Bible. Something about a time and season.... Sorry, but I'm not all that religious. My husband and I go to church some of the time. I hear all the songs, all the praying, and all the begging for forgiveness. I never thought to ask for forgiveness, I never had anything to ask for. My kids, a boy twenty-two and a girl twenty, were out of the house, trying to make me a grandmother (or practicing a lot). I didn't like the idea of being a grandmother very much, but that's the way life is.... isn't it? You go first and then your kids screw up what you missed.
My husband and I have had a good life together, at least I thought. Ralph, my husband, has always been a good provider for our family. He worked hard and played hard. He still has all his hair, not even one grey hair ... yet. He planned well for the children's future. He's just a good honest man. In all the years we have been together, I never had reason to distrust him.
My name is Nora. A long, long time ago my family immigrated here from Scandinavia. Yes, I am a natural blond. And if I do say so myself, I look pretty good for lady in her early forties. To be completely honest, I must blame my figure on my daughter. When she was fifteen or so, she told me I was pretty hot for a mom. Now, who says that to their mother? That's all it took. The next week I was sweating my ass off at a local gym. It probably wasn't true when she said it, but it is now.
Ralph and I have a ton of friends. We seem to be constantly going around town and the neighborhood to parties for some kind of celebration. There's the annual Super-Bowl party, Halloween, Easter, Christmas parties. I guess if you could pull a name out of a hat, we would have a party for it.
This year none of the parties were memorable, accept the party celebrating our neighbors birthday. Jonas, our next-door neighbor was turning sixty-five, and we had to throw a wing-ding for our beloved friend.
It was getting late. The wives had cleaned up the mess and most of them were gone. I was sitting alone on the wooden porch-swing on the back patio. Down in the basement, Ralph and his normal poker-night gang were hard at it, playing cards. They all had a little too much to drink, but they were still under control.
From out of the shadows came a familiar face. Jason Wilson came up to the swing and asked if he could join me. I simply patted my palm on the seat next to me and he sat down. At first the conversation was about how he had lost a hundred dollars, and that was his limit for tonight. We laughed at a stupid poker-joke I had heard and then the conversation seemed to get quieter. Jason had lost his wife a year earlier to cancer, and he had been alone since.
We didn't dwell on his loss because he changed the subject immediately. The look on his face was suddenly very serious. "I don't know how to say this... but Nora, we're adults here.... right?" He paused as though constructing his thoughts before he spoke again. "I haven't had sex with a woman since before Julie passed, and If I don't pretty soon, I'm gonna go crazy. Since we're both adults and life is going by so fast I thought I would just come out with it." He looked back at me and with a determination I had never seen from him before. He uttered words I would have never thought possible coming from this gentle giant of a man. "May I have sex with you?"
He was on the verge of tears and somehow pleading at the same time.
I was speechless.
"I know that's the most stupid thing in the world to ask of a friend, but I haven't been with a woman since......you know. I just thought maybe you would be willing." Quickly adding, "no one needs to know, and it would be just sex...nothing else.... just sex."
Before I could speak, Jason's face showed his shame. He stood up and was leaving the porch, walking to his house three doors down the cul-de-sac. I called after him, but he didn't respond.
The laughter coming up from the basement poker game was getting louder. I checked the house to see if everyone else was gone. When I felt certain I was alone, I went up to my room and dressed for bed. As I lay there, I couldn't help but think of the pain Jason must be feeling. How long had he thought about the possibility of my saying I would do it. The courage he had to have to ask a married woman like he did. I found myself admiring his bravery. If he only knew the situation I was going through in my life. Why would I even consider the words coming from his lips? Why would I give it a second thought?
In truth.... It had been over four months since my husband, and I had made love. Let's be real about this, we didn't make love, we had turned into two people who slept together out of obligation. Hello, a bee had better sex pollinating a rose. We no longer made love; in fact, he hadn't even touched in forever. Just the idea made my eyes well up in tears. Somehow, I had to grin at my situation. Jason and I were both suffering from the same problem.
The major difference was my husband was fine, as far as I could tell. When asked if we had a problem, he merely huffed and turned away. I begged him to tell me why we had grown so far apart. His response was the same. He refused even the idea of counseling. He refused to consider a medical remedy. I was lost.
I said earlier "I never had reason to distrust him." That was true, but this situation was getting out of hand. I spoke with our Family Doctor, and he told me he couldn't say even if he knew. He did assure me he had no idea why this was happening. I called my children and told them what was going on between their father and me. I had plenty of opportunities to ask questions of my husband. Each day and night, I would ponder new approaches to this mentally and physically despicable problem in our lives. Nothing seemed to work.
It was as true that very night, as it had been for the last four-plus months. I was waiting in bed, and he would pretend I wasn't there. Maybe he wasn't pretending.... maybe I wasn't there. Maybe I was just something that took up space.
Another week passed and nothing changed. I decided I was going to make one more effort to get my husband back. I went online to buy the raunchiest outfit I could find. A two-piece shear nothing that promised to raise the dead. I waited till he was in bed, then I sprung my trap.
Later that night, at ten-fifteen, I put on a robe and opened the front door to walk down the street in five-inch heels. I went three doors down the cul-de-sac to the house of Jason. It seemed like a long wait after ringing the bell, standing in front of his door. When the door finally opened, I was certain the wait was worth every second. Standing in front of me was a bare-chested god of a man, descended from his Greek mountaintop.
I didn't ask to enter. I just stepped into the house and into Jason's arms. With our lips locked together in an unbreakable bond, our bodies were begging for the comfort of release. Without turning on a light, we moved no more than ten feet into his castle. My body was exploding in miniature orgasms that emanated from the top of my head to the end of my toes.
I had been hoping so much my husband would make me feel this way. But that was not to be.
I was greeted with an erection that pulsed in my fingers as I stroked and squeezed him. His fingers played the violin of my body. He pressed his instrument against me, and I melted to his touch. He whispered it had been such a long time since he held a woman, trying to downplay his eagerness. I begged for more.
He brought me to such a wonderous climax with his lips and mouth. But pushed me away before I could taste his essence. When he raised himself up from my body, he said, "I need to get a condom."
My response was to push my groin harder against the head of his cock. "You don't need one...... just fuck me.... please fuck me....."
There was a Gatling gun going off in my body. Things were happening so fast I could hardly keep up with the thrill tearing through me. One exciting thing after another. As soon I said the words, "Yes, that's it...." he was off with a new and even more exciting angle of attack.
When neither of us could breathe, we stopped and collapsed onto the floor together. For the first time that I can remember, I squirted during orgasm. During an enormous climax that caused me to almost lose consciousness, I felt my juices washing at my thighs and his. Something I will never forget and will forever try to repeat.
We lay on the floor, and shortly it was beginning to feel less inviting. Jason took me to his bed, wrapped this time in the softness of pillows and a down blanket, we held each other with kisses and tender explorations as we tried to find ways to thank each other for an incredible act.
The words, "it's just sex" didn't seem to fit, but we said them anyway. When I could wait no longer, I ended a pointless conversation by again grasping his cock, this time with my lips. It didn't take long to feel him pounding into me. I straddled his body and rocked back and forth, hoping to feel his fire again. But this time it took a lot of work for both of us. I had cum several times already, and when I felt him pushing himself up from the bed, I threw my head forward in disbelief. I was caught in the vice of darkness clutching at my mind, my body, and my visions of heaven on earth. Jason was incredible and I was his.
It was still dark when I left the clutches of this Svengali. I arrived home, my husband was asleep in our bed. I didn't shower or even remove the robe I wore. I had only the strength to fall into bed and welcome rest. It took no time at all for me to find peace, but even then, my dreams filled with the lust of that night.
The following morning found me alone in my bed. There were no tears in my eyes or guilt in my heart. I had done everything I felt was required to discover the root of my husband's issue with me, or with us.
