Many thanks to Jenna for first editing and improving this story. And grateful thanks to the erudite
Ginger_Scent
, who pointed out additional embarrassing mistakes and weak parts and helped make the story better. If you like quality erotica in both English and Italian, check out the stories by this writer/editor.
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"Don't stop now!"
"I'm sorry. I ran out of gas again."
Stella felt like screaming. She took deep breaths and tried to calm down. She had been on the verge of an orgasm when Mort had gone limp.
When she regained control, she spoke in even tones and tried not to sound hysterical.
"Have you seen your doctor yet?"
"I asked him about this when I had my physical a week ago. He says it's not unusual for a man of my age to get soft right after coming. He doesn't want me to take the blue pill unless I can't get an erection, and that's not the problem."
"Except for me."
"Does this happen with any of the other guys you date?"
"No, but it wouldn't matter if it did. You're different. We know each other so well that we've always been completely in tune -- until now."
Stella and Mort had married as teenagers, raised a son and daughter and divorced after eighteen years because of his philandering. The children had found out about his cheating when they were pre-teens, and she had to explain that she stayed with him because although he disrespected and humiliated her with his affairs, he was a good father and husband in every other way.
As soon as both children were off to college, she divorced him. It was an amicable divorce. They didn't see much of each other for a few years except for family events like weddings and christenings. When Stella went through menopause a few years earlier than normal, she once called him for comfort when she was feeling down.
He responded so enthusiastically that their relationship resumed and became stronger than when they had been married. He was her Mr. Reliable in every way, always thoughtful and always ready to come -- in both senses -- whenever she called him.
In return she gave him unprotected sex that he luxuriated in because he couldn't risk it with his girlfriends. She knew he was careful and not promiscuous, so she could trust him.
The relationship cooled off a little after she adjusted to the changes in her body and started dating again, but they still got together often. They might do something else first, like have dinner or see a movie, but they both knew the real purpose of their dates was mutually gratifying sex.
She was in good shape from exercising, and her skin was unblemished. She could pass for someone fifteen years younger and had no trouble attracting men. But none of them knew how to push all the right buttons to give her amazing orgasms.
After he left, she thought about their lovemaking that night. Everything had been perfect until that final fizzle that left her at her wits' end.
She thought about giving up sex with him, but then she would also have to give up all the special things he did that she loved. On the other hand, what was the point if he couldn't last until she came? She pondered it for a few days and came up with an idea that she shared with Mort on their next date.
"I thought about your problem," she said. "I have to accept that you can't always stay hard until I come anymore. But I love your patience and all the other things you do to me, and I don't want to give them up. It won't be the same, but how about bringing me off with your mouth if you come first and can't get it up again?"
He thought for a moment.
"I guess I could do that," he said. "I'd have to use a rubber."
"No! I love making love with you with nothing in the way. I can't do that with anyone else. Don't take that away from me. I know you love it, too."
"If I don't use a condom, you'd have to wash out thoroughly after I come. I have a better idea. We both enjoy it when I eat you out during foreplay. I could give you an orgasm at the start with my mouth, so you would have one for the night no matter what happened later."
"That's just like a man," she said. "It's an accountant's balance sheet. I get my orgasm and then you get yours, and we're even. But it doesn't work like that. Once we are making love, it doesn't matter what you did earlier. I'm into it, and you're into it, and that's what makes it special when you make me come. I still want to go for that. We would only go to Plan B when you can't last. It won't be as good, but at least your mouth will complete what your cock couldn't.
"I guess we could try it," he said. "But remember, you've got to be totally clean."
"You're really concerned about that, aren't you?" she said. "I admit it tastes terrible and smells horrible, but I let you come in my mouth sometimes, because I know you love it."
"I'm grateful when you do it for my birthday or surprise me. I can imagine how really disgusting it must be for you."
His insistence on her cleaning out his semen before he used his mouth on her made her think about what his reaction would be if she didn't do it. Would he gag or throw up? The question intrigued her.
Maybe that's why he got so excited about coming in her mouth when she gave him a blowjob. Her feelings of disgust might be part of his excitement.
She found herself thinking about this at odd times the next few days. She realized that she was dying to experience him eating her out after he came in her.
They usually talked about any sexual thoughts that came into their minds (even though they didn't' follow through on most of them) because it excited both of them. But she didn't share this new desire with him.
The next time he came too quickly and got soft, she went to the bathroom and washed herself out. By the time she got back to bed, she was no longer excited. Mort worked hard on her and eventually gave her an orgasm, but it felt like starting all over. Something was missing.
After the second time this happened, she realized this solution was not working for her. At the same time, the thought of him eating her out with his come inside her was driving her wild.
She convinced herself that it would be the perfect solution for their problem. She wouldn't have to break the mood by running to the bathroom. It wouldn't be any different than moving to a different position, something they often did. When he got soft, he could just continue with his mouth while she was still at the peak of her excitement.
How could she get him to do it?
She thought of a crazy, complicated plan that required a lot of effort. She doubted it would work, but decided to try it anyway, because she didn't want to think about giving up on sex with Mort.
