It was Saturday 5th November that things changed; firework night - well it was this year for me. It was another Saturday evening in by myself. Saturday evenings were the times I felt loneliest, the evenings when I would sit and think of Beth. What was she doing? Did she miss me? Why hadn't she phoned me after the meetings with Rose? Why hadn't I phoned her? Could I get over her unfaithfulness and move forward with her?
Well on this Saturday I had just poured my first whisky when there was a knock at my door. I opened it, and Beth stood there, looking good. Her hair looked recently cut and styled, her make up was light and perfect. She was wearing a light coat that I hadn't seen before, it was tied attractively with a belt at her waist. She stood there in the outside light. "Hello, Beth."
"Hello, Tim" And she pulled the belt tie. The coat fell open, under it she was naked. Nude, perfect. I noticed immediately that she had shaved her pussy completely, Smooth, white and hairless. She walked passed me, dropping the coat in the hall. She headed straight to the bedroom. I stood by the open door, speechless.
And then I remembered. Three of four years ago we watched some perfectly average film. And for some reason in the plot, a very beautiful Hollywood actress had travelled across town to seduce her boyfriend, dressed as Beth was dressed, in nothing but a coat. I remember saying at the time that I thought it was damn sexy thing to do. Beth had remembered.
I followed her into the bedroom. She was lying on the bed, her arms outstretched towards me. I sat on the edge of the bed, and put my hands out to hold her, but saying "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
Her hands went to my crotch and held my rigid cock through my trousers. "Yes." Was all she said. She moved forwards, scrabbling at my zip, and then my cock was in her mouth. I was lost.
"Come on, Tim. I need to taste you properly. Undress. I need to see and feel that body."
And I did. I stood up, with her still trying to suck me as I pulled my jumper over my head. She had found my belt, and soon my trousers and boxers were at my ankles. I sat on the bed and tried to kick them off, and then get my socks off. Why are socks always such a bloody nuisance at times like these? But then I was naked and lying on my back.
Beth set to with enthusiasm, taking my cock into her mouth deeper than I've ever known her to do it before. Suddenly there was a tighter feeling at my cock head. Then Beth came up, gasping for air and with tears in her eyes. Then she plunged herself down again. For the first time ever, she was deep throating me. I wasn't going to last long with this. How many weeks of celibacy? I didn't last long. She gagged a little on the sheer quantity, but she swallowed the lot.
"O.K. Are you going to tell me what this is about?" I asked, when we'd got our breath back.
"Yes. In the morning. But not now. But I promise you, there are no strings attached, unless you want to try a little bondage, I hadn't thought of that." She smiled at me, leaning across my chest, her nipples brushing me lightly. "Now, go and find us a bottle of wine, and I'll talk about other things."
I kissed her lightly. It seemed so natural to raise my head a little off the pillow and just kiss her forehead. Then she moved off me so that I could go and find that bottle of wine.
I wandered off to the kitchen, looking back at her from the bedroom door as I left. She lay on her side, watching me, her breasts falling sideways or downwards to the bed, her bald pussy part hidden by the angle of her hips and the bend of her top leg.
In a couple of minutes I was back with an open bottle of the best red wine I had and a couple of glasses. I put them down on the bedside table and filled the glasses. She watched me in silence, and took a glass when I handed it to her.
"This is unfair, Beth. You've got to tell me what's going on here. We haven't even emailed in weeks, and now this."
"No, I told you I'll explain in the morning. Trust me on this one. Nothing bad is going to happen, I'm not going to hurt you in any way. And I mean it, there are no strings attached. Now how are you, Tim? You're looking good, have you been working out?"
I sat on the bed. "Yes. Didn't Phil or Denny tell you? I go to the gym several times a week. I love it. I feel better, I think I'm looking better, and occasionally I get chatted up by nice men who have a lifestyle so different to my own."
She laughed. I hadn't realised, but I had missed that laugh. I hadn't heard it in months. It was music to my ears, as bad poets say.
We talked easily. For a golden moment all the problems slipped away. Our talk drifted to that time on our honeymoon when we had spent the whole evening in bed. It was in the second week and we realised that the hotel had a weekly cycle of its tourist entertainment in the evenings, and Wednesdays was the day for the excruciatingly bad folk group. We had taken two bottles of wine and gone to our room. Beth reminded me that we had managed 'it' three times that evening, a feat of which I was quite proud. Then her head fell to my lap with a comment about how twice wasn't too much to ask.
Once her mouth had brought me to full erection again, I went to move over her, to make love to her. But she stopped me. "No. Please Tim. Use my bottom. Not hard, not in anger against Ken, but as you would. Gently, slowly, trying to make me enjoy it. Please, I want you to."
"No, Beth. I just want you."
"Good. I want you, but I do want you in my bottom. It's important to me. I came here with this in mind. I've already put a lot of Vaseline in me. Just do it, as you would. My bottom is a virgin to your gentle love, it's only known pain, and only twice. Introduce it to love. Please Tim."
So that is what we did. It was my first time. And it felt so different. I took it very very slowly, with gentle short strokes. And she didn't wince or sob once. For obvious reasons I couldn't see her face, so I don't really know how good it was for her, but it was a new thrill to me. And I loved her for giving me this.
After I came deep in her bowels, I carefully withdrew and fell on my back on the bed. She immediately rolled over and lowered her head to my crotch.
"No, Beth. Think where it's been."
But she took me deeply into her mouth. I was softening, and I didn't reach to the back of her throat this time. But I felt her tongue swirling around me, licking at the last drops of cum from me. And then she came off me with a last kiss to my cock. I was spent. Somehow we got the duvet over us and I fell asleep with her curled in under my arm, with her head on my shoulder.
I woke up in the morning, lying on my side facing her. As I opened my eyes I saw her, lying on her side, facing me, watching me. "Good morning." she greeted me.
"Hi." I rolled onto my back. "Are you going to tell me now what brought this on."
"Not quite yet. We've got round three to go." she said as her hand went out across my stomach. She found her target, and found that it was already standing waiting for her.
"Good, ready and primed." And she knelt up, over me and lowered herself onto me. We fell into a soft easy rhythm, learnt over years. If last night was new territory, then this was familiar ground. My hands went up her body from her hips, in co-ordinated movements her arms moved to give me freedom of her breasts, my thumbs rubbing over her hard nipples.
And then in unison, we rolled sideways and then with her on her back, her legs locked around my waist. And we finished in hard sweating passion, cumming together.
I rolled off, onto my back.
"And now I can tell you." She was on her side, again tucked under my arm with her head on my shoulder.
"Do."
"Well, I was on a potential win-win situation. First and most important, I decided we needed something big to breakdown the wall that was between us, something that would help us both decide if there was really anything left."
That was interesting 'us both decide?' "And?"
"And the other one was selfish. You may have had nightmares about myself and Ken together. I had nightmares that the last man who had my pussy was Ken. The last man and only man to ever use my bottom was Ken. The last man to whom I'd given a blow job was Ken. And I hated that. I felt dirty, but I couldn't wash it away. I could see myself growing old and bitter still knowing that my last man was my biggest, worst mistake. I needed to eradicate that thought."
"You used me." I said. She raised her head to look at me, and she saw I was smiling.
"Yes. But it went further than that. I wanted to give myself more than I'd ever given myself to any man ever before. I had to go further. So, I've spent hours and hours on the Internet. There are some very strange sites out there, I never knew that some people can find some very odd things so sexy. But I found that I had to go deeper, to take your cock down my throat to make my blow job be more than any blow job I've ever given. And that I had to swallow. Girls that swallow are a big thing for some sites. Well, to be honest, I've always swallowed, it never crossed my mind not to. But Ken never expected it, I never swallowed for him once, he always handed me a tissue or handkerchief or suggested that I spit it out in the bathroom. Obviously no one had ever swallowed for him, but I don't think he'd ever had many blow jobs in his life anyway. But, I had to swallow last night, it was important."
"Go on."
"Well the anal bit was obvious. But it was important to me that you took me slowly and in the loving way that I knew you would. I prepared for that, I even gave myself a home enema last night before I came out. I don't fancy doing that bit again. But I planned it that I would give you the blow job first, to ease some of your enthusiasm so that you could take it a bit slower. And the same time, I hadn't had a man in me for weeks, so I would be keen, even for anal sex. And then the Internet had told me that ass-to-mouth was the thing, that I had to take you in my mouth after you came out of my bottom. It sounded pretty yucky, but I was determined to do it, and actually it wasn't that bad. You see, I thought it all through. And that just left making love this morning. And you did that perfectly. So there's my win position, and no strings attached."
"And the shaving your pussy?"
"Oh, Yes. That was just part of the going further bit. Like turning up here with nothing but a coat. I have a set of clothes in a bag tucked under your stairs outside by the way. But I did come all the way from home in just the coat. I did it properly."
"You remembered that film!"
"I've been remembering a lot of good times for these past few weeks. Not the big, obvious events, just the little comfortable special moments. Oh sorry..." She stopped to wipe her eyes, I got out of bed to find her a handkerchief. She took it with "Thanks. That's the trouble with travelling light."
"I rather like it. I've always loved just looking at you in the nude. It was always one of my great pleasures."
"I know. Sometimes I think I didn't walk around naked often enough for you."
