“But I found a guy. I think the reason I fell for him was because in some ways he reminded me of you. He was wonderful during our courtship and the first year we were married. I told him about my past, and he told me about his. He and his first wife were swingers. It caused his marriage to fail, and he swore he was through with that lifestyle.”
“But deep down, he missed it. The second year, he introduced me to some of his old friends. They seemed nice enough. We went to a few parties and I started seeing a pattern. At one party I got hit on until I made him take me home. It was the worst fight we ever had. I told him I was NOT interested, and I better be enough for him if he wanted to stay married. He swore he wouldn’t associate with them anymore, except for guy outings, ball games and the like. I believed him for about four months, until he was dumb enough to tell me he was going to a baseball game and would be really late getting home. The drawback to that was it was November, and nobody plays baseball in November. I followed him to the house of one of his swinger friends. I sat in the car for half an hour, then went in. They were starting to get into it, a lot of kissing and groping going on. Some were on the way to getting naked. I asked where my husband was, and headed to that bedroom, shedding clothes. I was naked by the time I opened the door, and had four or five guys following me. He looked up from the bed he was sharing with two women, saw me naked, and smiled.”
“Hi, hon. Want to join us?”
“I smiled, walked over to the bed, stroked his dick a couple of times, and then tried my best to pull it off. He was screaming, and it took two guys to pull me off him. He was on the floor, rolling around in pain. I grabbed his head so I could look him in the eye.”
“No, you bastard, I’m not joining you. I just wanted you to get one last look at what you threw away.”
“They hustled me out of the house before I could cause anymore trouble. He never came home. It only took four and a half months for the divorce to go through.”
“Then my company was bought out by a competitor and was shut down. So here I am, 32, no man, no job, no hope. I just needed a change of scenery. I couldn’t afford my apartment anymore. I put my stuff in storage, packed my bags, and here I am. I was on my way home to mom, and thought since I was this close I’d stop and see you.”
“I like this place, and more importantly, I like you. No, that’s not right, I love you. Not in the forever, happily ever after way, but in the I can say anything to you and you won’t judge me kind of way. You’ve always given me friendship and respect, something not a lot of people, especially guys, have done for me. Most guys just want to screw me, and most girls feel like they need to watch me like a hawk to make sure that doesn’t happen. So, can I hang out here for awhile?”
What was I supposed to do, turn her away?
So she stayed. Two weeks later we had sex. No, that isn’t right, we made love.
She reached for me first. It was tentative, shy, and fumbling. Hard to believe with a girl of her experience. I woke to find her hand on my dick, stroking it slowly.
I put my hand gently over hers.
“Are you sure about this?”
I felt her tears as she kissed me.
“Not in the least. But I want you, at least once. No promises, no commitment, all right? Let’s just do what two young healthy people know how to do, just because we can. I know you won’t hurt me. Please?”
So we made love, slowly, leisurely. There was no competition for dominance, no urge to impress each other.
Not that she didn’t turn me on, but I felt instinctively she didn’t need an alpha male right now.
Aside from that, it was intense. The woman knew what she was doing, and it had been awhile for me. We coupled with enthusiasm, each striving to give the other pleasure without worrying about our own. I don’t know how long we were at it, but it seemed to last all night. She finally collapsed on top of me.
“It’s true” she whispered happily as she collapsed on top of me.
I was so worn out that I didn’t ask what she meant.
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