Again the Ravings of a Lunatic. I recently posted a short story call Sally & Harry on this site. i wanted a open or closed discussion of women faking orgasms. i did the short story wrong and i posted it in Non-erotic. That got me very few readers. Si I an BACK with a story very limited in scope. It is about FAKING.
So without further fanfare
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My husband does not trust me. No, I did not get caught fucking some other man. No, I have a lesbo partner. Yes, I did something very stupid. And I do not know how to fix it.
He hates movies that he calls chick flicks. I wanted to see an old favorite called 'When Harry met Sally'. He fought but I promised him a real good time. His little head won the argument. He was rather quiet during the movie. He did help with the late snack. He loaded the dishwasher and as it was the end of the Day he turned it on.
WE headed up the stairs to the bedroom. I went after him to, as I had said, show him that real good time. I did a lot. I played with him and loved him and I gave him a blowjob to end all blowjobs. I got on top and rode him for what seemed like forever. Finally he came. I faked it.
He looked at me.
"Well, well you can fake it better than Sally."
"I always though so."
He got up, went into the bathroom. I waited for him to return. I did not hear any water or any flush. I went to see why he was staying in the bath. I opened the door. He was sitting on the commode staring at the shower.
"Ed, honey, come to bed."
"Why, so you can fake it some more?"
"WHAT??!!"
"How long have you been faking it, Jo?"
"Ed, do not be silly, come to bed."
"How long have you been faking it, Jo?"
"I only do it now and then."
"I see. Well, now I know."
"Ed, it is not that big a deal. I only do it when you are finished. You almost always see to it that I cum too." This was silly of him. All women fake an orgasm now and then. Mostly it happens when they are tired and want to end the sex, Or they just want to get to sleep, Or they want to just send a awful lover home and gone, Or They want to preserve the delicate male ego. Or they do not want to tell the truth about a headache. There are a thousand reasons.
"Jo, why didn't you tell me you were faking it?"
I had no real answer for that question.
"Ed, come to bed. This time I will not fake it."
"How would I know?"
"ED!!!!!"
"Jo, how would I know? All of our 14 years that we have made love, had sex, you have been faking it. Sure just every now and then. BUT I never knew." I could see something in his eyes, not anger. I always can tell when he is mad. Certainly not lust. Hurt, I could see hurt. Like he looked when his father had died so quickly from a massive heart attack.
"Ed, please let me hold you. I will make it better."
"How many other things have you been faking, Jo?" His voice had suddenly turned a deadly cold. "The night at the VFW dance when you were gone for all that time. Where you fucking Paul?"
"Ed, NO,"
"Or that time at the company picnic when you went for that canoe ride with Bill Stahal?"
"Ed, I have never been unfaithful to you."
"No, you just fake it." He was not angry. His voice was without feeling. I had no idea what to do, what to say. I started to cry.
"Are those real tears or can you fake that too."
I turned away and slowly walked to the bed. I sat and sobbed. He followed.
