4 comments/ 170704 views/ 3 favorites It's Been So Long By: bakerdan Mum and Dad said goodbye as they packed the last of the picnic gear into the back of the car. "Now, you two behave yourselves while we are away. There is some imagination in the kitchen for dinner." mum said. When mum used the word 'imagination' she meant that we had to make dinner ourselves. "Yes mum..." both Nicole and I said in unison. The car reversed down the driveway and headed off down the street. Nicole and I went to Dad's shed to continue fixing her bike. "Where the hell are those damn Allen Keys?" I said out loud as I rummaged through an old wardrobe that dad had kept as a tool cabinet. At the bottom of the cabinet was a box about the size of a milk rate. I opened it up. It was full of magazines. Adult ones. I took the box from the wardrobe. "Hey sis, I look what I found!" I said. Nicole looked into the box and saw the magazines. She looked slightly embarrassed. "Oh my God. Are these Dad's?" she asked. "I guess so." I replied as I started to thumb the pages of one of them. They were quite hardcore magazines, not your average Playboy or Penthouse, but a lot more graphic. Couples were fucking and sucking each other. I felt my cock begin to twitch. Nicole picked up a magazine and started to look through it. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Nicole studying the pictures. I had never seen her look at a magazine like this, until now. She started to rub herself through her jeans. I looked at her and suggested that we put the magazines down and continue fixing the bike. We worked on it for about an hour and a half, all the while I could not keep my mind off my sister rubbing herself. "That magazine really turned you on, huh?" I finally asked. "Uhh, yeah." She replied. "So what would you normally do when feeling turned on like that?" I asked. "Umm, you know..., do it... I guess" she replied, a little hesitant. "Well, why not 'do it' now?" I suggested. "Are you kidding? You are my brother. Its not right." I took my cock from my pants and started rubbing it. "See? If I can do it in front of you, then you can do it in front of me." The sight of my cock in my hands made her blush. "Go on!" I prompted. "OK..." she said as she started to unzip her jeans. I could see the wetness of her pussy as she removed her jeans. "That's better." I said, gleefully. "I have an idea. The first person to cum, wins." With that, we vigorously pumped away at ourselves. It only took us about 2 minutes to cum. I finished second. We never touched each other during that initial period. We only watched each other masturbate. That was five years ago. I am now 25 and she is 23. I have masturbated over those times since. It was now time to re-visit the past.... I had kept those magazines, plus dozens of other porno's that I had collected over the years, hidden in my room. Every time I look through those magazines and wank, I fantasize about what it would be like to have my sister actually suck my dick and to fuck her tight cunt. Then, one day, the perfect opportunity came for me to find out. Our parents had gone to the USA for a holiday for a month and had left Nicole and I home by ourselves. On the first night I decided that it was as good a time as any to tell her that I wanted to fuck her again. Nicole was in the shower when I built up enough courage to initiate the act. I grabbed the magazines from their hiding place and headed to the lounge-room. I opened each one to the most explicit photo and spread them out on the floor. The magazines filled the entire lounge-room floor. I then took my clothes off and walked to the bathroom. I knocked on the door. "Yeah, what?" She said. "There is something in the lounge that I want to show you." I replied "O.K. I'll be there in a minute," she said I proceeded back to the lounge-room where I stood, nervously, waiting for my sister to appear. I heard the water turn off. A few seconds later, Nicole, wrapped only in a towel, walked into the lounge-room. The first thing that she saw was me and my nakedness with a raging hard-on. Her eyes opened wider as she noticed the vast collection of pornography that was scattered about the lounge-room. I picked up one of the magazines and handed it to her. "Remember the first time we found Dad's magazines?" I asked. "I certainly do!" she exclaimed. "I want to fuck you." I said, getting straight to the point. Nicole dropped the towel to the floor, exposing her large, firm tits and neatly trimmed pussy. Without hesitation, she walked over to me. I grabbed her hand and placed it on my dick. "Well, its just the way that I remember it" she said, as she stroked the length of my 7 1/2 inch cock. I led her back to the bathroom. I turned the shower back on and we both got in. "I haven't had a fuck since we found those magazines 5 years ago. When the fuck are you going to ram your hard cock into my tight virgin pussy?" she demanded. "So, you are still a virgin then?" I asked, a little shocked. "Yep. And I want to lose it now." she replied. "O.K" I said, "but first we should wash up." She handed me the soap and told me that I should make a start. I gently touched her soft, smooth skin. My fingertips tingled with nervousness. I moved my soapy hands all over her body. She turned her back towards me and told me to massage her back. I grabbed the bottle of shampoo and lathered it up in my hands. I got to work. I forcefully pulled Nicole's arsehole backwards towards my throbbing hard cock. She begged me to fuck her up the arse. She bent over at the waist and exposed her tight anus. I used some more shampoo to lather her up. I gripped her hips and entered her. I only pumped away for a few strokes, when I felt the cum starting to travel through my cock. She told me to stop. "I'm clean at the back, now I want the from done." I used some more shampoo and rubbed it all over her breasts and down to her pussy. Ever so slightly, I entered a finger into her cunt. I knelt down in front of her. I kissed her pussy, slipping my tongue in deeper as I went. She pressed me deeper into her cunt. I pulled away and told her that she would have to wait until I had shaved her. I took the shaving cream and razor. I spread a generous portion of cream over her pussy. The blade slid easily over her, as every last strand of hair was removed. I rinsed off the remaining cream. Her cunt was now smooth, just as it was so many years ago. I ran my hands over her smoothness, teasing her gash with my fingers. I slipped it in to her tight folds. My thumb massaged her clit, while Nicole moaned and groaned. I finger-fucked her to the first (of many) "brother given" orgasms. My balls were getting really tight and I need to cum. I got to my feet and pushed Nicole to her knees. "Suck my dick, you fucking SLUT!" I demanded as I offered my cock to her. Without arguing she wrapped both hands around the shaft. She licked the head like an ice-cream cone. She placed her luscious lips around the head. With that, my sister gave me the best head-job that I have ever had. She deep throated me, looking up at me as she impaled her face onto my dick. Her tongue and teeth worked together, sliding over every inch. The experience was too much for me and I blew my load. Nicole took every last drop of cum in her mouth. In a single gulp she swallowed all if it. She licked her lips and said she wanted more. "Later perhaps, cause I'm fucked" I said, exhausted. I turned off the taps After we had dried each other, fingers exploring every centimeter of each other's bodies, we headed for Nicole bedroom and we got into her bed. "She pulled back the sheet and lay on her back with her legs spread. "If this is what you want to do, then it is now or never." She said. I took one look at her smooth, inner thighs, and bald, virgin cunt. I positioned myself between her legs. I lowered my face to her awaiting gash. Her cunt smelt as good as it did so many years ago. Starting from where I had left off in the shower, I nibbled at her tight folds again. I tongued her deeply. She screamed and came. Her juices were sweet and sticky. I worked my way up her body until my cock was only millimeters from her pussy. "If you don't want to go all the way, tell me now." I gave her a choice. "Just fuck, my wet pussy with your hard cock," she ordered. This was the moment that we had both been waiting for both of our lives. I pressed my cock into her. I felt my cock break through her virginity. Nicole looked up at me and smiled. I slowly pumped in and out of her for about 10 minutes, kissing her deeply. I felt the cum building again. Nicole started to shudder from her own approaching orgasm. I quickened the pace and shot my cream deep into her as she had her orgasm. I went down on her again and licked our sweet juices from deep inside her. I took a mouthful of juice from her. I kissed her deeply so that she could taste the mixture of juices from her own pussy. "Fuck me in the arse again" she moaned. Nicole got on her hands and knees and offered her arse for the taking. I licked a finger and squeezed it into her bum. I positioned my cock at the opening of her anus. I used some of the juice that was dripping from her cunt as lubricant. I slowly penetrated the small hole. I thrust in and out of her tight arse. After only a few minutes, I blew in her arse. I pulled out. Finally, lying on my back, she straddled my face. What a sight! Cunt juice was dripping from her. I used my tongue in long slow movements. I licked out every inch of her womanhood. Her breasts bounced up and down as she squirmed from pleasure. I grabbed her arse and put a finger in. She orgasmed in a torrent of cum which ran over my face and saturated the bed sheets. We spent the rest of the night in each other's arms, deeply tongue kissing each other, fondling arses, cunts and dicks. We both fell asleep about 4:30am after a long night of incest. The next morning, while Nicole was still asleep, I pulled back the bed sheets and, being careful not to wake her, rolled her onto her back. I gently tied her hands to the head of the bed. I slowly positioned myself over her. I lowered my body to her and fucked her until she woke up. "Well, I guess I don't need an alarm clock any more." She said with a satisfied grin on her face. I gave her a "good-morning" orgasm. We lay in bed for another half hour discussing different things to try during the time that we would be at home together. We made a pact to fuck every night. For the next month we slept in alternating bedrooms and fucked every night. I did not need to wank myself, because Nicole would do it for me. Every day and night was spent naked. There was not one minute of the day that we did not have a sexual experience together The night before mum and dad were due home, it rained. We went outside and fucked in the backyard. We didn't care if the neighbors could see us. It's Been So Long The house was quiet for the first time in a long, long time. My wife had gone upstairs to get ready for bed and I took it upon myself to click the television off. I wanted to take advantage of the time and catch up on some reading. I was nose deep in War and Peace when I heard the shower shut off. For a second, I considered going up to our bedroom in an attempt to catch her naked. Then I considered the fact that I would be making an attempt to forego foreplay. It had been a long damned day, so I decided not to even make the effort. Maybe it was laziness, maybe it was fatigue, but at the end of it all, I just didn't seem to have the drive in me to make a play for impromptu sex. My eyes were going fuzzy with the passing lines of the book, so I marked my place and closed the pages. I was burned out and I knew that I would not be able to regenerate any bit of energy without a good night of sleep. I sat the book down, stretched through an aching breath, and heaved myself out my spot. Then I trudged up the stairs to our bedroom. The bathroom door was still closed, so I went to the guest bathroom where I kept a spare toothbrush. I scrubbed my mouth clean and returned to the bedroom. As I breached the doorway, my eyes found their way to my wife standing next to the bed. She was wearing a light green and blue, silky, mini-length nightgown that lifted her breasts into glorious mounds. The center of her lingerie loosely hugged her waist and the skirt-like fabric at the bottom fell over her hips and the tops of her thighs. I looked further down the length of her legs and found that she was wearing her patent leather, platform heels. She was stunning enough to have caught me in complete surprise and the energy that I thought had escaped my body suddenly returned. My cock was immediately hardening against the insides of my jeans, so I moved closer to her with every intent of taking her then and there. She moved slightly forward to meet my kiss and our tongues began dancing in and out of each other's mouths. She tasted sweet as if she had eaten a piece of candy just to give me that much more delight. "My God, you are sexy," I said as I leaned back to look her over once more. I let my hands slide up and down her back then they slid down to her ass cheeks. In doing so, I felt the waist band of her panties and I found it peculiar that she was even wearing underwear. She grabbed the bottom of my shirt and began to lift. I released her ass from my grip and allowed her to begin to undress me. First went my shirt. Then she undid my belt followed by my jeans. The backside of her hand rubbed my hard on as she lowered my zipper. Then, in a fluid motion, she went down to her knees as she pulled my pants down my legs. Almost immediately, she engulfed my cock with her soft and warm lips. I felt my cock get harder in her mouth; harder than it had been in ages. It ached to become stone against the softness of her tongue and I felt a drop of pre-cum build at the tip of my member. She did not miss a beat as she sucked slowly up and back down again. All I could do was moan until I twitched. I think she knew how close I was to cumming because she stopped her oral love making and stood in front of me. I huffed in protest, but was caught off guard by the look in her eyes. Then she smiled as she said, "I've got something for you." Before I could question as to what she had in store, she parted her legs just enough for the front of her lingerie to spring forward. She grabbed my right hand with her left and wrapped my fingers around her eight inch, latex cock. "You sneaky bitch," I said playfully, but impressed by her ability to hide such a large strap on from me. The waistband of the panties I had felt was not that of a pair of panties at all. It was actually the straps of a leather harness. Then she commented, "I was afraid you felt the buckles when you rubbed my back," and she smiled again. I had not felt the buckles and I was truly surprised. "I don't know about this baby," I said as I rubbed her cock and she rubbed mine. "It's been a long time since you've fucked me." She squeezed the middle of my shaft a little and promised that she might be gentle. "Tell you what," I paused as her soft hand found a sensitive spot, "why don't you take this off." I tugged on her rubber dick and continued on. "I'd like to fuck you first just to make sure you get yours. Then you can fuck me and give me mine." She had no objections and was swiftly out of the harness. I turned her back to the bed and laid her down roughly. She fell back and the bottom of her nightgown flopped upward. Her legs splayed open and I wasted no time. I kissed the inside of her thighs first, but did not focus too much energy on getting her hotter. I could feel the heat from her pussy and I wanted to taste her. I dove in and buried my tongue into her. I flicked her clit and licked her lips before kissing my way up her stomach. Then I kissed her breasts and moved to her neck. All the while, I plunged my right middle and ring fingers into her. She moaned as my rough hands penetrated her depths and I felt her muscles grabbing desperately at the center of my hand. I loved the feel of her pussy and proceeded to tell her about how good she felt in my hand. "Please," was the only word she could muster between kisses and finger thrusts and "please" was the only thing I needed to hear. I placed the tip of my swollen cock at her lovely opening and I pushed into her hard and deep. She screamed out, "Holy fuck!" as I forced myself in and that made me want to fuck her even more. A bit of compassion came over me and I allowed her a second to adjust. Her pussy muscles went into spasms, but finally relaxed. Her relaxation was my cue and I began to move my hips back and forth rhythmically. My ass flexed with each push and I buried myself as deeply as I could give and as deep as she could take. I started off with the intent to firmly make love to her, but I found myself fucking her harder and harder with every thrust. Before I knew it, she was hanging off the other side of the bed and I was still pounding at her insides. Moans and gasps filled the air just before she lifted her head. She reached down with both of her hands and dug her fingernails into the flesh of my ass cheeks. Her grip made me push harder into her as she began to convulse under me. I felt her hole gush with her cum and all I could do was smile. "Ah, I needed that so bad!" she exclaimed. Then she let her grip loosen from my ass and gave me a light slap on both cheeks. "I think it's your turn." I hesitated. "Alright, but be gentle." I begged. She answered with less assurance than I expected. "I'll be as gentle with you as you were with me." I slid back and let myself fall out of her soaked cunt. I moved off of the bed and grabbed her hands to help her sit up. Then I stepped out her way as she stood. She grabbed the strap on from the top of the nightstand where she had left it and she proceeded to step into it. She was still wearing her lingerie which added an extra bit of sensuality to the mix. The fact that she was wearing a strap on underneath it made it even hotter. She fixed the buckles into place and refocused her attention back on me. I stood in front of her with my back to the bed. I leaned in for a long and passionate kiss, but I was distracted by the rubber of her cock rubbing against the skin of mine. The aura about her was intoxicating and she suddenly became more aggressive with her posture. Her hands rubbed up and down my back then over my ass as we kissed. Then she placed her hands on my chest and pushed me hard back onto the bed. I chuckled with excitement, but was brought back to when she told me to give her my hand. I held it out to her, palm up, and she told me to get ready for her. She poured a generous amount of lube onto my hand and did the same into her hand as well. As if posturing myself to be fucked was the most natural thing for me to do, I propped my feet up onto the edge of the bed. Then I reached down between my legs, bypassed my cock, and moved my hand to my ass. The position I was in, knees up and feet at the edge, allowed my ass to open wide as I spread the juice over my hole. I placed the tip of my middle finger at my opening and I pushed inward. My ass resisted my very touch because it had been so long since we had played in such a fashion. "Um, I think this is going to hurt," I said as I felt my asshole clenching against my fingers. My pulse thumped against my digit and I waited to relax a little before moving in and out of myself. I took a deep breath in and exhaled completely in hopes of relaxing a bit more. It worked and I let my ring finger glide in next to the middle. My ass clenched again and I went through the process once more. As I fingered myself, getting ready to be fucked, I looked down to my wife. She had since wrapped her fist around her hard on and was jerking off while watching me play with my ass. "Do you like what you see," I asked with a coy tone and she nodded. "Then come and get it." She did not have to be enticed further. She instructed me to slide further onto the bed and lift my legs. I did so and she was quickly in between my open thighs. I felt the tip of her monstrous phallus at the center of my hole. Then she pushed forward. I gasped as she force the head into me. "Gentle!" I pleaded and she was gracious enough to give pause. She waited only a second longer. My asshole was still twitching at the invasion when she pushed the full length of her shaft into me. "Ah!" I yelled out as the front of her hips met the mounds of my ass. Buried into me completely, she hooked her arms under my knees and lifted my legs higher. This gave her more access to my hole and she pushed in even deeper. Pain seared through my body before the absolutely full delight of being penetrated kicked in. "Fuck me," I moaned. She complied with the request. My legs were still bent at the knee and draped over her arms as she began to rock back and forth with her hips. The dildo slid out of me nearly to the tip and impaled me once more as she returned. She started slow at first, but built into a hard and swift pace that continually knocked the wind from me with each of her thrusts. Her breasts hovered just above my stomach when she leaned over me. She was in full force as she pounded my ass. Then, just to show me she was completely in charge, she raised back upward. She grabbed my ankles to lift my feet high above her shoulders, and she pounded harder and deeper. "Do you like the way I fuck your ass, bitch?" The words slithered out of her mouth the way you hear in a porn flick. It made pre-cum bead on the tip of my cock. I watched it drip from the head as my hard on bounced around at each slap of her hips against my ass. "May I cum?" I begged as if I had any control over when my cock was to explode. "No," she heaved into me. I felt my face go red with anticipation. I could barely breathe. I wanted so bad to jerk off into relief. My wife apparently was having too much fun fucking my ass. "Please?" I begged once more. "Cum for me," she commanded. I licked a wad of saliva into my hand and moved it to my cock. "Oh fuck, I'm so hard," I was amazed at how hard I actually was. I loved the feeling of a rubber cock in my ass while I stroked my member in the same rhythm of her poundings. She fucked me faster and I rubbed faster until I began to spurt. The first hot stream hit the bottom of my chin and fell across my neck. The ensuing blasts covered my chest and stomach until my orgasm subsided. My wife pushed one last hard pump deep into me to make sure that every last drop had come about. She was successful in milking me dry, so she slowly extracted her cock from me. Once she was out of me, I felt just how stretched my ass was from her ruthless fucking. I felt abused in a way that I had not felt in a long time and it made my cock twitch one last creamy bit. My front was coated with cum and my asshole was slathered with lube. I was a mess of ecstasy and all I could think to say was, "I love you." We cleaned up and went to bed just to get some of that much needed rest. It's Been So Long! Emails lead to a phone call "It's been so long since I've had sex that I feel like a virgin." Those were Sherry's words on the phone when we finally talked. I'd found her on a dating website and we'd been exchanging emails for three months, when she finally got tired of that and gave me her phone number. We'd exchanged photos and shared so much personal information that we felt like old friends, even though I'd never before heard her voice. "Up until you responded to my profile, I'd about given up on meeting a decent guy. You'd be shocked at the terrible emails that I got, and for some reason when I asked for a picture, about half of them sent pictures of their private parts. Or at least, that's what we used to call them. I'm beginning to wonder if anything is private any more." "Did you go on dates with any of them?" "Only one. It was awful. He was loud and disgusting and all he wanted to talk about was the women he'd taken to bed. I got the impression that nobody'd gone out with him twice, and I thought he was making up the stories about his conquests. I'd driven to the restaurant in my own car, so I told him I felt sick and I took off for home." "It's been sort of the same with me. I took one lady to dinner and we had a pleasant conversation, but it wasn't going to go anywhere, and we both knew that by the time we left the restaurant. She wasn't disgusting, but I knew that she was angling for something, even though I didn't know for a long time what it was. Around dessert I finally put the pieces together. Her son and his family had moved in with her and they were driving her nuts, so she wanted a guy she could live with. I tried not to hurt her feelings, but I very delicately but firmly let her know that I wasn't that guy, and I didn't need her or any of her family as roommates." Sherry nodded her agreement with my feelings. "I don't think I'd ever want to move in with somebody. I've got a very nice home, it's all mine, and it's all just the way I like it. I guess it represents security to me, and since Jay died security means a lot to me. My family accuses me of being a recluse because I spend so much time at home, but it just feels good. After he died we sold his Cadillac, but I've still got my minivan and that feels good, too, when I have to go out to the bank or the supermarket or wherever. Going from being a wife to being all alone is a big change, and with so many adjustments to make, familiar things make me feel comfortable." "Are you sure you're ready for dating?" "Oh, I am and I'm not. It would be nice to have somebody I can feel close to, make small talk with, watch a TV show with, whatever. But when I think about sex, I get myself confused. Physical intimacy is wonderful; it brings two people so close. But then there's a lot of anxiety involved. I suppose it's a fear of inadequacy, and besides that I don't know how it would be with somebody new. Jay and I had nearly forty years together, and he's the only man I ever had sex with. We did things his way, and a lot of things we just never did. When I read about some of those things now they seem interesting and I wonder what they'd be like, but I don't know if I'd like them and I'm sure I wouldn't be very good at them." "Yet you're able to talk about all this with me, somebody you've never even met. What does that mean?" Sherry laughed. "Probably that I'm desperate for company. No, seriously, we've come to know each other pretty well, I think, or at least I hope, and I think we're ready to meet and see how we mix when we're face to face. I've read and re-read every one of your emails, saying to myself, 'Why did he tell me this?' and 'His choice of words must reflect his inner feelings about that.' I'm sure that I've read things into them that are revealing, and probably some that are totally mistaken. We can't keep going on forever as pen pals, can we? Didn't we go on that website for something a little more personal? What do you think?" "I think we need to go out to dinner at a nice restaurant that has tables with some privacy, so we can talk and look at each other and relax together. If we go on a weeknight there won't be a crowd, and they won't be trying to hustle us out because they need the table. Angus used to be like that, and I think there's one near where you live. Four questions: Are you interested? Is that restaurant okay or do you have another preference? How's Thursday night? Do you want me to pick you up at home or would you rather meet me there?" "Well, you already know that I'm interested. Angus is all right with me, although I haven't been in one for twenty years. I never have anything important scheduled for any evening, so I'm sure Thursday will be just fine. Pick me up at home. I'll email the directions." "Great! It's a date!" "Omygod! I can't believe that I've just committed myself to go out on a date! What if you're a serial murderer? More important, what will I wear?" "Look, this is just a dinner together in a dimly lit restaurant on an off night when we might be their only customers. Don't get all worked up over it. We can go in casual clothes, like jeans and a shirt. I don't want to make this a major problem for you. What the hell, we could go to Wendy's or Burger King if you'd prefer." "No, no! You don't understand. I'm a woman. I want to go into a dither about this. It's part of what a date is supposed to be about. Don't try to make it easy for me, because it's not supposed to be easy. It's supposed to be like a minor crisis, and then magically turn into something wonderful that I can recall over and over the next day and the day after that. You're expecting me to take this in stride, but that's not how it's supposed to be. I'm supposed to feel like Cinderella!" "Okay, Cinderella. I'll come by to pick you up Thursday evening at seven. I'll be driving a pumpkin." The first date doesn't work out as planned Zero Mostel made a fortune starring in a Broadway play called "A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum." I'm reminded of that title when I think back to picking up Sherry for our date, because a funny thing happened on the way to the restaurant. I rang her doorbell and she came to the door, all ready to go, even to her purse. She looked amazing. I mean, we're no kids, but she could have had thirty-year-old guys taking a second look as she walked by. I stood back a little on the doormat to give her room, and I just froze. "Hank, are you all right?" she asked, looking anxious. "All right? What the hell, I'm thunderstruck! You look amazing!" "Well, this is just how I look. Don't make a big deal out of it. I'm just an ordinary woman," "Is that what you think? Has somebody been filling your head with that nonsense? Sherry, you could pose for magazine covers. I knew you were pretty from the few photos you sent me, but they didn't do you justice." "Thank you, but I yam what I yam, to quote Popeye. Come on, put your eyes back into your head and let's go." I held the door of the car for her, and helped her with the seat belt. Then I got behind the wheel and came to a dead stop. "There's something I've just gotta do first," I said, and I pivoted in my seat and reached over to her, hoping that she wouldn't get mad if I tried for a kiss. "Sherry, please let me have a kiss to start the evening off." "Oh, I like kissing," she answered. Our lips met, then we wrapped each other up in our arms and really went at it. Her tongue was even more active than mine was, and we seemed to kiss forever. When we broke it off and caught our breath, she looked shaken. "That was wonderful but I'm afraid I messed up my lipstick. I'll just go into the house for a minute to tidy up." So I got back out of the car and helped her out, and walked her up to the front door. She unlocked it and started to go in. "I'll only be a minute. Oh, I can't just leave you standing out here on the doorstep. You might as well come on in." We walked into her home, which was beautifully furnished, past the formal living room, through the dining room, and into the family room. She leaned down and picked up a remote control and turned on the TV. "Here, you can watch the news for a minute while I fix my face." I was right behind her, and as she pivoted around to head toward the master bedroom, we almost collided. I grabbed her elbows to steady her, and we stared at each other for what probably was two seconds but felt like a long time. Impulsively, I pulled her closer and bent down for another kiss. It was very quiet, just the news commentator babbling on, and then her purse dropped to the floor with a clunk. She reached up and wrapped an arm around my neck and we lost all track of time and place. Next thing I knew we were on the sofa, and the kiss had developed into so much more as we tore at each other's clothes. I had my left hand on her right breast, through her bra. "Take it off," she said. Panic! She wants me to remove my hand. I sort of froze in place, until she said, "I meant my bra, silly." So I did, and my hand went right to her nipples, each in turn, as I gently rubbed them and rolled them in my fingers. She was breathing hard, and she could barely get out the words, "Suck my tits." She had read my mind. Meanwhile, since my hands were free, I found the zipper of her skirt and undid it, whereupon she raised up a little so I could slide her skirt and half slip off onto the floor. Then I was faced with a decision, to slide her panties off or wait till later. What the hell, things were moving fast here, why not? I grabbed the silky little garment that was already damp to the touch and slid it down to her ankles. As she settled back down on the sofa she kicked her shoes, skirt, slip, and panties halfway across the room. "I'm afraid you'll think I'm being too aggressive," she said, as she undid my belt and started in on my slacks. I still had my mouth full of tit, which gave me an excuse for not saying anything. I wouldn't have known what to say, anyway. I mean, she certainly was being aggressive but I'd never want her to think I didn't like it, but I sure as hell didn't want her to stop. She worked at my zipper and I raised my butt up in the air so she could slide my slacks and underwear down, whereupon I did what she had done, and kicked my clothes and shoes onto the growing pile on the carpet. "I hope you're not disappointed in my equipment. I'm not real big." "Actually I was hoping you wouldn't be huge. I've been reading about oral sex and I'm dying to try it, but I was afraid maybe you'd be too big to fit in my mouth. Oh, you feel just right. I want to lick it. Now I've never done this before, so be patient with me. Actually, I've never even seen one of these up close." "Wait a minute. You've got two kids. Were they Immaculate Conceptions? Did a bunch of angels fly in?" "No, but we always had sex in the bedroom at night with the lights off, and I barely got to touch Jay's cock. Is that the right word, cock?" "Yes. If it's big and hard it's sometimes called a prick. Just don't call it a penis. And I won't refer to your vagina. This is a personal encounter, not a biology class." She was licking the head of my cock, and purring. "Oh, I think this is so nice. It's so soft and smooth, and as I lick it you're getting bigger and harder. I've heard women say that they'd never do this, but I think it's wonderful. It's such a lovely little thing, and I think it likes me." I didn't want to laugh out loud, so I concentrated on playing with her tits, and I gently laid a hand on top of her head to let her know I approved of what she was doing. I somehow got us turned around on the sofa, and I got her on her knees, straddling my chest. I had to bend my neck way forward but I got into a position where I could lick her pussy lips while she sucked my cock. I wanted to reach her clit but I couldn't bend that far, so I did my best with what I could reach. The thought crossed my mind that this wasn't a full sixty-nine, but maybe more like a sixty-eight or maybe a sixty-seven-and-a-half. Sherry was making little excited noises, so I decided to go for the prize. I lifted her hips up in the air and sat up, which was a clumsy position but it got my tongue to her clit. I started to lick it softly and then beat it to death by flicking the tip my tongue across it. That turned out to be the wining combination. She lifted her mouth off my cock and howled like a coyote with her legs wrapped around my neck. Her whole body stiffened up and throbbed, and then as she started down off the peak of her excitement I felt her relax, and the leg lock on my neck loosened. We were in an unstable, top heavy position, and I was afraid she'd topple off onto the floor and get hurt. So I got a foot onto the floor and pushed to roll us the other way, toward the back of the sofa. Then I put that foot back up on the sofa and raised my knees so she could grab onto them for support as she finished riding out her orgasm. Her screams had softened to moans, with some soft babbling thrown in, and I figured she was more than halfway unconscious. She quivered and moaned softly and gradually came back to the land of the living. "Oh, Hank, thank you! Oral sex was just a great mystery to me, and I thought the wonder stories I'd heard must be exaggerations. That was the greatest thrill of my life! To think I've been missing that all these years." "I understand where you're coming from with that, but just think of the wonderful surprises that are out there for you to discover. You're like a kid that just took her first step into a candy store." "And you're the storekeeper. Please help me turn around so you can hold me without talking to my feet." That turned out to be something we'd have to practice. The sofa was very solidly made, which was a good thing as Sherry went hand over hand along the top of the back, while I tried to take some of her weight onto my hands, still gripping her hips. Halfway around I got a knee in my crotch, but I tried to hide my discomfort so I wouldn't dampen her enthusiasm. Then, with her legs and hips safely stowed, I lowered her shoulders gently so she wouldn't land on my chest with a splat and injure her twins. Settled, she ran her fingers through my hair while I wrapped her in a warm hug and covered her face, neck, and ears with little kisses. "Well, look," I said, "we can still have all that casual conversation that we had been storing up for Angus, to get to know each other without getting too personal. What's your favorite color?" "Red. I like blue, too. Not much for orange or green. Yellow's okay for patches of bright color to lighten the whole scene. What about you?" "For most things, blue. I've got half a closet full of blue shirts. I like yellow for a car with black accents. Red is good in small amounts for trim. For stuff in a shop, like machines and cabinets, I like grey. Do you like cats and dogs?" "Dogs yes, cats not so much. Dogs are so honest about their thoughts and intentions, and they return affection so freely. Cats are aloof, and sort of sneaky. They just have a different world view from every other creature. You're a dog lover, aren't you?" "Yeah, I've got two rescue dogs and we all love each other very much. One was orphaned in a hurricane, and the other was left behind when his family moved. They were both picked up walking the streets, and to them I'm their savior." "Do you think they'd like me?" "I'm sure of it, and I think we ought to find out this weekend. The only reservation I have is that they're both males, and even though they're neutered they go nuts over beautiful women. All the time you're around they'll probably act as if I don't even exist." "Oh, I hope they take to me. I'd hate to be put in a position of competing with your dogs for your affection. That just wouldn't be right. What's your favorite food?" I knew I'd sound like a weirdo, but I had to tell the truth. "This will sound strange, but I don't think there's anything in the world that can beat a really good hamburger with all the right stuff on it. What about you?" "I've been getting away from red meat lately. Well, away from beef, that is. It's not that I won't eat it at all, just that I think we eat too much beef, depend on it too much for our protein. I love a really well cooked cod or other white fish with a mild flavor. Icelandic cod is my all-out favorite. Unfortunately the best way to cook it is to batter it and deep fry it, and the fat or oil has to be very hot. I like wild caught salmon almost as much. If you can get salmon right after it's been caught it has a lot more flavor than the salmon you buy in a supermarket. It seems to lose so much in the days between when it's caught and when it gets to the store." "What about gamey fish, like swordfish? I don't care for them as much as the milder flavored fish. I love red snapper and another one I like is mahi mahi." "I don't think I've had either one. The strong flavored fish, like halibut and swordfish, don't appeal to me all that much. I mean, they're good, but I don't think I'd order them in a restaurant. Did you ever have haddock?" "That always used to be my favorite, but they've almost made it extinct from overfishing it. It's hard to get now, even in New England. I've managed to get it in Massachusetts, but not in Connecticut. What about lobster and crab? I like crab as much as lobster, although that's another kind of seafood that's getting hard to get, except in Baltimore." "I never had that sort of crab, but I like king crab. I think lobster has a better flavor. It's so good when you dunk it in melted butter. Probably the worst thing for your arteries, but it sure tastes good. What about vegetables? I love broccoli. Most other vegetables, too, but broccoli tops them all. When I was a little girl I used to call it little trees." "That's cute. I like broccoli, but I like cauliflower a little better. Especially in a cream sauce, or better yet, cheese sauce. I love Brussels sprouts, which aren't all that popular. In the fraternity house we used to call them shrunken heads. The cook used to serve them because a lot of the guys wouldn't eat them. She was always trying to keep the cost of food down by serving us stuff we didn't like. I never made much of a hit with her because I liked everything she cooked." "What's your take on Lima beans? I like the big ones, the ones they call Fordhook, but I'm less fond of the little ones, the baby Limas." "I like both kinds. The quality of the frozen ones seems poor. They've been left in the field too long, I guess. Some of them are woody and a lot of them are tasteless. But I've always been a fan of good Limas. They're nice with a little butter melted on them, but there again the stuff that tastes good isn't so good for us. A lot depends on how they're cooked, I think. Peas are like that, too. When I was a little boy we grew peas, and I used to go out in the garden and pick them and pop the pods open and shuck the peas right into my mouth. Sweet, and a wonderful flavor! Even on hot days, with the sun shining directly on the pea vines, the peas were cool when I'd get them out of the pods. Peas don't need a lot of cooking. I can't stand overcooked peas, all mushy and blah. I like to get good frozen peas and microwave them until the ice that's in there with them is just melted, and then cook them one more minute and take them out." "What about places. Do you prefer the city or the country? I like the it here in the city, being able to hop into the car and drive half a mile to find anything I could ever need. But I don't like the traffic and the feeling that I've got neighbors scrutinizing every move that I make." "I've found what for me is the best compromise. I have city water and sewers, and electricity and gas, but where I live there's some space between the houses and there aren't that many of them. All around is farmland, where I can see cotton and alfalfa and sugar beets and millet being grown as I drive past. I have to drive a dozen miles for most of the stuff I need, but it's a small price to pay for a place were I enjoy living." It's Been So Long! I didn't get an answer, and stupidly asked, "Are you asleep?" I got a small snore back as a reply, so I grabbed the afghan that was laid over the back of the sofa and threw it over her so she wouldn't get cold. Then I wrapped my arms around her and allowed myself to doze off too. What do we do now? I guess we must have napped for an hour. I woke when I felt Sherry stir. She blinked and looked around and seemed momentarily disoriented. I figured that being in an unfamiliar position, on top of a man she'd just met, was probably going to make it worse, so I carefully moved out from under her and rolled her back into a reclining position with her head on the pillow at the end of the sofa. By this time I was kneeling on the floor, and I kissed her gently on the cheek and laid an arm loosely over her to let her know I was still there with her. Her first words were, "Did I dream that? Was it real? Did all that really happen? I never felt anything like that in my life! Do you remember what you did to make that happen? Could it happen again some time? Please, tell me." "Of course it was real. You had a very intense orgasm, a real mind blower. You had it because I teased some very sensitive nerve endings by oral stimulation. When you hear about oral sex, that's what it's all about. Regular sex, with my cock penetrating into your cunt, can stimulate your G spot quite well, but your clit doesn't always get its fair share, simply because my cock is inside and your clit is outside. The easiest way to do a real job on your clit is with my mouth, and by doing it carefully, I can bring you to wonderful orgasms that you probably haven't felt before." She looked dubious. "Honest. I'm glad it felt like a miracle, but it's just careful, considerate lovemaking. You must have read by now that lesbian sex can bring a woman to better orgasms than heterosexual sex can, and the lesbians claim that only a woman can know the best way to please another woman. That's such bullshit! But it's true that only someone who cares about making you feel wonderful can make it happen. No man who just wants to get in, get out, and get away can ever bring you the sexual pleasure that you deserve." "I've sure had that! But you didn't reach climax, did you?" "I got more pleasure from doing that for you than I ever could from an orgasm. Some time we'll talk about male orgasms, and ejaculation, and sexual pleasure, and you'll understand all this better. You've been -- what's a good word? I almost said exploited. But no, you were married for a long time to a man who loved you. You raised two wonderful kids. But you started out with some misconceptions about sex, and they never got exorcised, so there's a lot out there for you to learn about. For now, let's leave it that I was able to give you a mind-blowing experience, and that gave me more satisfaction than you can imagine." "I guess I thought the woman's role in sex was to make sure her partner comes in her. I can see now that there's more to this sex stuff than I ever dreamed of. But I still think that I owe you one. I owe you big!" "Well, unless I'm hopelessly misled, we'll have a lot more sexual escapades, and I'm sure that I'll get my share. Agreed?" "Oh, yes. Definitely. I want this to be the start of something big, something wonderful." "Good. Now do you want me to leave so you can get some rest, or should I stay for a while?" "Stay! Please stay! Oh, Hank, are you hungry? We never did get dinner." "I guess I could eat something. How about you?" "I didn't realize it before but I'm ravenous. Can I fix you something?" "Suppose we just throw on some clothes and go find a fast food place where we can get a hamburger.?" "No." There was a long pause while she was sorting out her thoughts and feelings. "I don't want to break this spell. I don't want either one of us to put our clothes on. I want to get used to looking at you naked, and you to get used to me naked, too. Nothing between us. I don't mean forever, but for a while. For right now. This is all very new to me, and I need to get it impressed on my brain that this is a good way for us to be, with no barriers to keep us apart. I want us to understand and appreciate each other. I've been too alone for too long, and I may be overreacting, but humor me." "All right, if that's what you want, that's what you'll get. I'm sorry that I can't give you a better appearance to look at. My body has gone the way of too much food and too little exercise, I'm afraid. But you! You look wonderful naked. You look just right. I'm out of shape and probably disgusting to look at once the thrill of sex has evaporated. Sorry." "Don't be. I see you with my eyes, and they may very well see things differently from yours. I see a man who would rather kiss me than drive to a restaurant for a steak dinner, and would rather give me the greatest orgasm in the world than have one of his own. I see a man who sent me wonderful emails, and suffered through mine as I spilled out my quirky idiosyncrasies. I see a man who focused on the real me that was hiding underneath all that other stuff. In fact a man who was so understanding that I got bold enough to reveal things about myself, things that I've never admitted to anybody else in my whole life. You already told me that you think you need to get rid of twenty pounds so I'm not disappointed with your body. I see you as you really are, inside all that. I see through to your soul. And the way I see you, I think you're simply beautiful." "Well, nobody ever told me that before. You're a very remarkable person, Sherry. I really liked you from our emails; that's why I wanted to meet you. But now I can see that you're so much more than I thought. You're sort of spiritual and sexy, all rolled into one. I bet I could go on for a long time, seeing a new side of you every time we get together. This business of wanting me to stay here with my clothes off, for example. That's right out of the blue, but I see the honesty of it all, and I like it. Maybe all couples ought to do this. Too bad there's not more room on that sofa, so I could lie beside you and feel your skin against my skin. But as long as there isn't, I guess I'll prowl through your kitchen and see what there is that I could whomp up for us." "I know there's cheese and butter and margarine and bread, so we could have grilled cheese sandwiches." "Any tomatoes?" "I think there's one in the crisper." "What the hell is a crisper?" "Stay right there. I'm on my way." "Sherry, help me out here; I'm confused. There's a big plaque on the wall here that was given to you for excellence in gourmet cooking, and a little one over there that says you'd rather die of starvation than cook. Is there something that I just don't understand?" "Here's your tomato. You can slice it right after you slice the cheese. I'll get the frying pan heated up. Now about those plaques: the thing that you don't get to see is the time element. If they had dates on them they'd make more sense. A long time ago, when we were living in a college town and my husband was chancellor of a university, gourmet cooking got to be the rage with a bunch of faculty wives. I had to do it to maintain my social contacts, and because I was basically insecure, I had to be an over-the-top competitor. If they'd been into distance running, I would've run my little feet off to win a marathon. But this was gourmet cooking, so I studied and practiced and invented new flavor combinations and all that. And I won the prize. But when we moved out here there was no more competition, and in fact I felt like sitting back and letting the world pay me back for all the excelling I'd done in those college town years. And the joke was on me, because I didn't do it for the world, I did it for me, to boost my ego and overcome my feelings of inadequacy. It took me a long time to figure that out. Many years. How do you like that? Still think I'm so hot?" "Probably more than ever. Everybody does what you did, but you have the insight to figure it out. You're a person, Sherry. Not a machine, a human being. We all have our triumphs and disasters, and just because you figured out some behavior that might seem illogical, doesn't mean you ought to beat yourself up over it. Just accept it." "You know, Hank, I could probably take you on as a project, the way I did with Jay. I could devote my whole self to making you happy and successful. Maybe that way I could make up for past mistakes." "Sherry, every night the sun goes down and we go to sleep. It's our way to declare that the day is over. Whatever we did or didn't do, is behind us. If we're good people, and you very definitely are, then in some way we've done some good thing to make up for some not-so-good thing, and the book can be closed. Then when the sun comes up again, we start fresh. There's nothing to feel bad about and nothing to make up for. If you'll get used to that idea, then you'll sleep better and feel happier." "Do you really believe that crap?" "Yes, and that's the way I try to live. It works, at least for me." "But you're an educated man. You're big on technology and you've studied at some of our best universities." "And from all that education I've learned more about human beings than I ever knew before. Look, back when I used to develop new products, I had to know who's going to use them and how they tick. Not just how tall they are or how much hand strength they have, but how their minds work. Our brains have evolved over millions of years, and the most striking things they learned about their environment are hot and cold and light and dark. When it got dark out, all sorts of nocturnal animals roamed around looking for somebody to eat, so they had to stay in their caves. It was a natural time to turn off and go to sleep, because they couldn't see anything. They started to worship the sun, and later the moon and stars and trees and water and fire and all sorts of things in their environment, but the sun was always the big one because it gave them light to see by and it kept them warm. So our brains have developed around the knowledge of day and night, and that cycle has come to pace our actions and thoughts and emotions. This is not just some childish belief that we outgrow as we become adults. It's hard wired into us, and it's one of those things that we can fight against, but we shouldn't because to challenge the things that are part of us is to take on a lifelong war against ourselves, one that can only make us unhappy." "So you're saying I ought to close the books every night and start fresh every morning. Is that it?" "Do you see anything wrong with that?" "Only that it denies our ability as thinking beings to rise above our baser nature." "Look, you're taking on an impossible fight. Think of it in purely physical terms. We're part of the Great Apes. We have evolved alongside of monkeys. We spend all our lives walking and sitting on the ground or other horizontal surfaces. Monkeys live in trees, and swing from tree to tree, using all four limbs for grasping, and also their tails that they can wrap around branches and hang on with. If you decided that you'd like to live like a monkey instead of a person, you'd have a hell of a time because you don't have a tail, and your feet can't grasp very well. So you could try and practice and search for better and better ways to do it, but you'd never be able to climb and swing and sleep in trees because you're just not built that way. At some point you'd have to accept the idea that you're not a monkey. Trying to do what our brains aren't equipped for is just as bad, but because we can't see the differences right out in front of us, we don't realize how futile it is. It just fills you with guilt and makes you feel worthless. Why do that to yourself when you have the inborn ability to make yourself happy?" "Well, okay, I'll think about it. Tell you what: I'll try it your way for a week or two and see if I feel better about myself. I'm not trying to be stubborn, just having a little trouble changing the way I live. But I do see your point and I'll really try." We were standing in the kitchen, partway along with the grilled cheese project, but just standing there wrangling over Sherry's guilt mechanism and not paying attention to the frying pan. It was getting pretty hot and it didn't have anything in it except a little bit of butter, which was starting to smoke. I yelled, "Hey, kill the heat under the pan." "Oh, my. Not a very good show for a gourmet cook, is it?" She grabbed a potholder and moved the pan to another burner. I hurried up with the sandwiches and in a couple of minutes we had them heating up. Sherry took care of turning them, putting the pan back onto the hot burner when it got cool, and before long we had beautiful, golden brown sandwiches. I put them onto plates, let them cool for a minute, and sliced them diagonally. Sherry asked, "What would you like to drink?" "Got any beer?" "There's some Bud Light that's cold." "Perfect. My favorite." Sherry got out a beer for me and poured herself a glass of wine, and we took our places on stools at the counter for a feast. "Oh, that's good. That good cheddar you've got makes the difference. Great flavor." "As good as a steak dinner at Angus?" "Better, because we're here in your comfort zone, and we don't have to go out and drive somewhere at the end of the meal, and we've got the privacy we were looking for. By the way, I love the way you're dressed." "We sure couldn't eat in the nude at a restaurant, could we?" "Not for long. Know what I'd like for dessert?" "Probably the same as what I'd like. This time I want to suck your cock till you come. I'd like to find out what it tastes like, and see if I can swallow it all. At least I'll try." "Oh, I'm just a pushover for a beautiful, smooth talkin' girl like you. You have the sweetest way of saying just the right thing." "Do you have to hurry home? How far is it, by the way?" "Around fifty miles." "Oh, don't go out there in the middle of the night. Can you stay overnight here with me?" "Sure, love to. But I'll have to get going early in the morning to fix the dogs their breakfast." "Oh, good. Tonight I'll be able to practice. I want to be a good cocksucker, for my own satisfaction and so I can please you." "Maybe it would be easier for you if we went in on the bed. One of the best positions is with me sitting on the edge of the bed and you kneeling on the floor. Want to try that?" "Let's go. If I get it right, will you eat my cunt after?" "Sounds like the perfect way to relax after a good meal. Let's get started." We sucked and fucked for hours, sometimes going at it hard, but mostly gentle and loving. We'd drift off to sleep, then wake up and have an encore. When we slept we clung to each other as if we were afraid to let go. In the morning I had to get up and hit the road, but we woke at the crack of dawn and had another hour of fucking and sucking before I had to leave. I was dressed and she was still naked, lying in the bed watching me. I sat down on the side of the bed and reached out to her. "Before I go come over here. I want to say goodbye in a special way." "What do you have in mind?" "I just want to suck your tits for a minute. That way when I'm gone your nipples will still be tingling, as a reminder that there's new life in your life." I sucked them and licked them and left her thoroughly titillated. "Want to come to my house for a few days? It's not elegant like this, but it's comfortable. I have a great bed. King size, very soft, a comforter to pull up when we feel chilly, and a very private backyard with a six foot brick wall around it. You can walk out in the nude to pick oranges for breakfast. I've even got an assortment of porn movies we can watch together and maybe get some new ideas." "Call me when you get home, and we'll make a plan." Sherry pays me a visit I gave Sherry the fifty cent tour of my home. The dogs were yapping and nudging her, competing for her attention the whole time, as I knew they would. When we went back into the living room and sat on the sofa they eased off a little, lying down and watching her to make sure she didn't escape. "Would you like to check out my supply of porn flicks?" "Of course. Do you watch much porn?" "Very seldom because I'm all alone there. It just gets me frustrated. But with you, I could enjoy it as it's supposed to be enjoyed. They use some positions that we haven't tried. A lot of them are just to make it easier to get the camera zoomed in on the actors' genitals, but some of them are pretty good. Like that one I told you about with your one leg sticking up in the air; that's one that John Holmes liked to use, during what I think of as the golden age of porn, back when the movies had plots and the actors really acted. I've got a few of those oldies." "Seems it'd be a good position for the G spot. I'd never even heard of the G spot until a year or so ago, when one of my friends mentioned it at a book club meeting. I thought she was making it up. You found it easily enough when you changed from the missionary position by putting my legs over your shoulders. How'd you know about it?" "Only from reading about it. Back when my wife was alive, nobody'd ever heard of it. We thought that the clit was the only super sensitive spot down there." "Did you and she fuck a lot?" "Oh, at first we did, about like every other married couple, I guess. Later it got to be two or three times a week, but then there were weeks that we didn't do it at all. Depended a lot on what she felt like. She was a terrific fuck and I was always ready to get it on, but she was full of unresolved issues from her childhood and religious guilt over our premarital sex. I could never get her to talk about her feelings the way you can. When she did, it was the same things over and over. She couldn't get herself to resolve anything, to forgive herself, so she never got any relief from any of it. For me it was sad, watching and listening to the same stuff, over and over and over. The older she got, the worse it tormented her. Really a damned shame because she was a very nice lady, a good mother, and a lot of fun when she'd give herself some time off from that same old tortured harangue." "Did you love her?" "Yes, very much so. I still have dreams about her. Not so often now, maybe once every two or three months. It took me a lot of years after she died before I'd even think about getting together with another woman. And even then, I was just sort of fooling around with the dating sites. I had that one unsatisfactory date that I told you about, and didn't seriously think I'd ever have another one. Even when you and I started emailing back and forth, I thought I'd never get to meet you. It wasn't until we started opening up about our feelings that it got to seem real to me. Up until then you were more of an idealized symbol than a real woman. Like a movie star, somebody you can admire but never meet in person." "Did your wife suck your cock?" "Yes, but not very often. She was good at it, and she could get me off doing it, but she didn't like to swallow, so she'd usually finish me off with her hand and let me come all over her tits. She loved to watch it spurt out of my cock. You know how you got me real hot your mouth in the shower at your house, and then finished with a hand job with the soapy water, and I sprayed clear over onto the wall of the shower stall? She did that to me one time when we were dating. She laughed and laughed, said I had a fire hose. And back then, in my twenties, I guess I did. Some things improve with age, but I don't think the male sex organ is one of them." Sherry looked wistful. "It feels funny, both of us being widowed and not having had anybody close to us for a long while. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel. Am I being disloyal to Jay's memory by getting close and lovey-dovey with another man? It seems to me that the right thing is to get involved again and to enjoy sex while our parts still work right. If I live to be ninety I don't think I'll be able to fuck then. Why not do it now? What's to hold us back? We've had appropriate mourning periods, and we don't seem to be disrespecting our late spouses or our families or anybody. I guess it just seems a little strange. Last week at my house, we did more things together and used more positions than I ever did in my whole married life. And I'm glad that it's that way, totally different. If I were just doing the same old missionary routine that I did with Jay, then I might feel guilty about it. As it is, this is a whole different world, not the same one that Jay and I lived in at all." It's Been So Long! "I admire the way you can talk about these feelings. Down deep I guess I feel the same way you do. When my wife and I had sex, usually she wanted to be on top so she could control the whole thing, protect herself. But she was hot as a firecracker when she got going, and it wasn't as if she held anything back. When she came she'd shriek, at least before we had kids. Once there were children in the house we had to keep quiet so we wouldn't scare them. But the sex was still just as hot. Then it tapered off, and when we did have it there wasn't the same fire in it any more. Her beautiful tits got flabby and finally quite flat, and they seemed to symbolize her whole deflated sex drive. Of course, when she got sick it was all over. By then I'd gone from being her lover to being her care giver. I didn't mind, but still I missed the person she'd been before, the one I fell in love with. But I did everything I could for her, and a lot more than anybody else would have done. After she died I missed her and thought about her often, but I didn't feel as if I'd shortchanged her at all. And now I can deal with her memory as one thing, and my relationship with you as something separate and different, just the way you said. And this time we're both very alive. "Going back to your first point, about how we're supposed to feel about this relationship. What is this really? What do we call it? An affair? That sounds like something furtive, adulterous. And what do we call each other? Lovers? Can I introduce you to someone as my lover? Seems too personal. Friends? I suppose that's the safest word to use when we talk to other people. And how do we talk to each other about it? Do we say, 'I love you?' Even aside from what we say, what do we feel? Do we love each other? How much of what I feel is about you and how much is it about myself? Are we just clinging to each other so we won't grow old alone? Are we fucking our brains out to keep from thinking about growing old and feeble and dying? Are we trying to use sex to keep us young? Or are we just enjoying ourselves as much as we can while we can, the way you said, before our parts wear out? I think that's what we're doing, and in the process we're enjoying each other's company, but I know I can't answer for you. "Even though I don't really feel sure of my answers to those questions yet, and no matter what people may think about love and what it is and isn't, and forgetting that I'm no authority on the subject, I think I'm falling in love with you." "Me too." Hey, it worked! We must have fallen asleep around five in the afternoon. When we woke up it was pitch dark, around three in the morning. We'd slept soundly and we woke up gradually, a little disoriented at first. We both had to take a leak pretty urgently and hustled off to the two bathrooms. On our return we converged at the foot of the bed, not sure where we felt like going. I wrapped her in my arms and we just stood there holding each other for maybe a whole minute without moving. We didn't say anything; we didn't need to; our embrace said it all. When we stepped back and looked eye to eye, I said, "We've become committed to each other, haven't we?" Sherry just nodded in agreement. "Surprised?" "Sort of. But down deep, this is exactly what I hoped would happen, and I spent so many years needing it that it feels familiar to me. I guess you're my dream girl. But you're very real. How did I get this lucky?" "By being you, and by being my dream man, the answer to my needs and my desires. I wanted you before I even knew you exist. Don't stop being there for me. Please love me and hold me and protect me and make me feel like a woman. Your woman. Your only woman. Always." Well, with feelings like those, and with us standing at the foot of the bed, it didn't make any sense to walk to the living room. So we lay down on the bed and made love: long, slow, and gentle, completely aware of each other's feelings. Sherry came twice. I came once, just as she had her second one. And with me still plugged into her cunt and our arms holding on for dear life, we drifted back to sleep. Later, looking back on it, I realized that this wasn't fooling around; it was the consummation of our relationship, just like a wedding night! From that moment on, we've been together in every sense, completely committed to each other, filling that void that ached within us for so long. Funny thing, though: we never did move in together. I still have my house, and she has hers. Sherry comes to visit me and I go to visit her, and the length of our stay is seldom prearranged. Even the dogs have accepted the arrangement, and feel as much at home at her house as at mine. There've been times when we went to pay her an overnight visit and stayed for a week. We're free spirits, and we come and we go as it feels right to us. When we're together we do whatever we feel like. And having two homes means that even though we are completely open to each other and closer than any other couple I know, we still have our own space and are free to pursue our own interests, live our own lifestyles. By liberating each other from a life of prolonged mourning we have given each other the gift of independence, and we have become more complete individuals by becoming a complete couple. Strange how that worked out. What prompted me to write this is the fifth anniversary of our first date, that first time we met face to face. Looking back over all that time, I can see that we're still the same people. Our devotion is still complete, and deep, and constant. Nothing has changed since that extended, unconventional date. It still feels wonderful to love and be loved; and we're still happy and fulfilled. One of these days we might even make it to Angus. Oh, in case you were wondering, the sex is still great!