Chapter Eleven - A Revealing Conversation
As on the previous morning, she woke before me and, after a brief, warm kiss and a smile, quickly dressed and left the room. I was vaguely aware of the usual hustle and bustle of the kids breakfast routine, but kept drifting in and out of sleep.
When I finally roused myself, I slipped silently up the stairs, opening the door for a quick look around.
"Hey there, sleepyhead." Called Louise from the kitchen table where she was reading the paper with her morning coffee. "It's safe to come out...the kids are gone."
I smiled and stepped into the kitchen completely nude. She smiled to see me and took off her reading glasses to watch me cross the room. I stepped up to her and, as she raised her arm to embrace me about the small of my back, I bent and pressed my lips to hers. She returned my kiss warmly, parting her lips and finding my tongue with hers as she lightly stroked the backs of my thighs with one hand and tenderly caressed my cock with her other. The combined sensuality of her lips and her hand made me almost instantly hard.
"God, you're amazing." She said, taking her lips from mine and looking into my eyes. "I love the way you get so hard when we're together."
I smiled as she released me, and moved to sit in the chair beside her. As I seated myself, she undid the belt of her robe and opened it, shrugging it from her shoulders. God, she looked amazing. Even in her much worn, plain, unadorned nightie, she just seemed to exude so much femininity and sensuality that I never once failed to sigh appreciatively upon seeing her.
"I'm not sure which is worse for this old body of mine," She said as she poured me a cup of coffee, "Sleeping with you and having sex all night long...or, sleeping with you and NOT having sex." She laughed aloud, "It seems I end up cumming my brains out either way."
I laughed and sipped my coffee gratefully, "I hope that's a good thing."
"It's a very good thing." She said, smiling warmly. "I don't know what it is about you...but, every time we're together...I learn all kinds of new things about myself."
"Oh? Like what?" I asked.
She sipped her coffee and smiled. "You mean...beside the fact that I'm a complete nymphomaniac?"
I laughed aloud. "My kind of woman, for sure." I said.
"I'm being serious." She said, laughing with me, "I mean...not only do I just seem to think about sex all the time...all of a sudden, it seems that, no matter what we do together, I'm cumming all over the place. That's never happened to me before."
"Why is that, do you think?" I asked, sipping my coffee.
She shrugged, "The only thing I can think of...is you." She said.
I smiled broadly. "Well..." I said, puffing my chest out comically, "I don't have this big red "S" on my chest for nothing, you know."
"Seriously though," She said, nodding thoughtfully, "Sex with you is...almost an entirely new experience for me. I never knew I could enjoy having sex so much."
I nodded, looking at her thoughtfully. "Is it like some kind of hormonal thing, maybe?" I suggested
She bit her lip thoughtfully, "I suppose that might be a part of it...I mean, I'm getting to that age. But...I'm pretty sure there's more to it than just that."
I sipped my coffee and looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to elaborate.
"It's a little bit embarrassing for me to say this..." She said, furrowing her brow and biting her lip again, "But...I don't think Ross and I...were really all that...compatible...sexually."
"Oh?" I said, looking at her intently, my curiosity piqued.
She nodded, "In all the years we were together...I think we've only had REAL sex...intercourse...I think maybe only about a dozen times."
I gaped at her in surprise. "You're joking, right?"
She shook her head, shrugging wistfully. "I wish I was." She said.
"But...how can that be?" I asked.
She shrugged again. "It...I mean, real sex...was never really a totally pleasant experience...for either of us." She explained. "I...um...couldn't ever feel him when he was inside me, and Ross...just couldn't feel me either. He said he thought it was probably a bit of me being a little too big inside and him a little too small."
Her words stunned me, the idea that her exquisitely tight little vagina might, by any stretch of the imagination, be considered "a little too big", was absolutely astonishing to me. In all my sexual experiences, I had never been with a woman who felt so remarkably small and tight. And, for a woman who gave birth to two children, I found that to be completely amazing.
"After the very first time," She continued, "On our wedding night...I think the only other times we actually had real intercourse was when we were trying to get me pregnant. And even then...he would hold his hand between my legs to make himself cum...and then put his cock inside me at the last minute. The rest of the time, whenever we had sex...it was almost always...anal. He said he could at least feel me that way."
"Damn, Louise," I said, hardly knowing what to say at all. "I'm sorry."
She smiled and waved her hand, "There's nothing for you to feel sorry about, it never really seemed like that big of a deal to us." She said, "I mean we did love each other, we just had to find a way to be intimate, and make love, that was good for both of us." She shrugged, "I wasn't all that fond of anal sex at first...I did it mostly just to please Ross. But, I actually did learn to like it. And look...we still managed to make to beautiful kids...and that's saying something."
I nodded. "Sure it is." I said.
She sipped her coffee and then set her cup down on the table. "And just because I told you about it...don't you dare go telling me you want to have anal sex now." She said, cocking one eyebrow and wagging a finger at me, "That big cock of yours would probably ruin me for sure."
I laughed and shook my head. "Don't worry," I said, "Anal doesn't particularly interest me."
She smiled. "You know...from that first time I ever saw your cock...the time we played out your dream...I never said anything to you, but I was completely shocked to see how big you were for such a small guy."
