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.
Part one of the plan was for her to become an even better lover. She began reading books, watching videos and taking notes. Whenever she saw a magazine at the supermarket with an article on sex tips -- and this was at least once a week -- she bought it.
But she didn't only study. She did lab work, too. She was dating four men besides Mort, three of them occasionally and one, Ollie, regularly. She tried out some of the things she learned on them, noted their reactions and made adjustments.
Now that she was observing sex as well as doing it, she was surprised at how different each man was. What sent one into orbit could be a total turn-off for another. She learned so much about them, that it got to the point that when she tried something new, she could almost predict how they'd react.
Ollie and Mort were the most similar, and she began focusing on them to take their lovemaking sessions to a higher level. She could barely hide her delight one night when Ollie joked that she needed to take it easier on him or he was going to have a heart attack. She kept pushing the bar with him and even more with Mort.
One night at dinner, Mort asked, "What would you think about getting married again?"
She almost spit out her food.
"I think my wandering days are over," he continued. "I've stopped dating other women. For the last few months, I've only been with you. I don't even look twice at other women anymore. You know I've always loved you."
"I'm really flattered, Mort," she said. "And you know I've always loved you, too. It's funny, but for the last month, I've only been dating you and one other guy.
"I wouldn't mind keeping it that way, but it would be a mistake to live together again. After taking care of you and the kids all those years, I'm happy waking up and not having to worry about anyone else.
"If you want to talk about spending more time together, let me think about it."
That night she went all out, and even though he came too soon, she didn't complain. After she shut the door, she had a glass of wine while she thought about his proposal and smiled. Her plan was working.
She called him the next day at work and invited him over for dinner.
"There won't be anything afterwards," she said, "but I want to talk to you about what you said last night."
She cooked some of his favorite dishes and watched as he ate them with relish. After she poured him coffee, she broke the news.
"Mort, I'm glad you enjoyed this meal," she said, "because it's probably our last supper."
"What do you mean?" he said with a gasp. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine," she said, "but when you proposed, it made me finally realize that we can't go on this way."
"I don't understand. I thought things were great between us, and the sex has never been better."
"For you," she said, "but there's still your problem. And the solution isn't working. It's a big turn-off for me when I have clean up in the bathroom before you'll satisfy me. You don't care because you're already gratified. I don't want to do that anymore."
"I don't understand."
