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t is probably not all that unusual that a married man might have a close plutonic friendship with a sister-in-law. I had six sister-in-laws, the youngest 36 and the oldest 56. Katie, 51, is my favorite, maybe because she stayed with my wife and me for two years before she got married. I'm 64 by the way.
Now, no matter how careful you are or how modest you are around the house, when you have a sister-in-law living with you there will be times when you accidentally see things that make you blush. You say excuse me and carry on. Then, there are things that are sort of pushed upon you that you have no control of, like my wife wanting to see Katie model her latest swimsuits. I tried to excuse myself but my wife insisted they needed a man's perspective. There were three of them, two full body swimsuits, brown and yellow and one bikini, blue. Katie blushed and she looked apologetic whenever our eyes met. My heart was pounding. If my wife knew what she had started she might have had second thoughts about having me present at the modeling session. After that little show-and- tell, whenever I masturbated it was with a vision of Katie in that bikini. Now don't get me wrong I never made a move on her, but like I said we have always had a special friendship and seeing that much of her up close just added to the mystery that neither one of us ever voiced.
Katie was a cutie but was quite ordinary body wise. To be truthful, I actually thought her body a bit odd in that her hips were high and a bit wide. How wide... wider than my wife's....and my wife's hips and ass are perfection. The standard I judge every female in that department and few women measure up. In defense, Katie's high hips gave her long legs and they were quite sensuous and shapely. Her breasts were average, smaller than my wife's 34D. Her eyes brown as was her hair that she never let get very long.
Katie had been married for 18 years, with one child, when she caught her husband cheating on her. It was devastating to her, and to me, and I wanted to kill the dumb ass. In addition to numerous hours on the phone with my wife, Katie spent quite a few hours on the phone with me. She seemed to know when to call when I was alone and I often wondered how she knew. Then I figured it out, my wife's church meetings and such. While consoling her, the only advice I could give her was to decide if she could live with the hurt and pain, as the son-of-a-bitch had cried like a baby and ask for forgiveness. Good old Bobby! He worked with the bitch and actually had the nerve to tell Katie that it was exciting because the bitch could orgasm multiple times. Isn't that, as a man, what you strive to make your own woman do?
In the end, Katie stayed in the marriage. I lost a little bit of ground with her when I happen to mention that she could call me for advice anytime in front of Bobby. This was months after Bobby's cheating and the advice I offered was on a totally different subject, trivia really, but she apparently caught some flak. Nothing was ever said, but you could tell I had fucked up and we seldom talked more than a few minutes on the phone. The years continued to pass. Typically, we only saw each other a dozen times a year, at holidays, occasional visits, and her visiting our grandchildren across the street from Alice and me, but our hugs and private words were always tender and telling.
Then Katie, at 50, got sick..... a rare bone cancer type.... sick. It was/is treatable but never curable and again the family and I were devastated. While visiting Katie in the hospital with my wife and our three-year-old grandson, while my wife was in the bathroom with him, I told Katie how sorry I was she had to go through something like this. She answered me by saying, "What about your problems." She had had years, I suppose, to be concerned about my health problem which is not part of this story. The months ticked by with the operations, chemo-therapy and general therapy, but time passed and she eventually returned to work.
Katie called one evening to speak to my wife and she was not there so we chatted like we always did for a few short minutes, then, said our goodbyes. On this occasion, I said, "I love you". Now, you might say that a close family would not flinch at such a statement, but I saved, "I love you", for my wife, children and grandchildren. When my mother and mother-in-law say such things, I am forced to reply in kind, but only with a "ditto" or "you too". It was not three minutes before Katie called back, laughing, to ask me if I had realized what I had said. I laughed and replied that I had realized what I had said and actually apologized. She told me that now she was hurt in a joking tone and that it is not unusual for family members to say I love you. She said she loved me. And all was quiet for very long moments.
"I guess you know how I feel about you? Of course, love you Katie." I finally said tenderly.
"I know, Press. I know!" She replied. "Can I tell you something?" Not waiting for a reply. "I look at the world in a totally different light now. I'm not well and I'm never going to be well again. I'm happy enough but there's something lacking. Do you know what's lacking?" This time she waited.
"No. Tell me what's lacking, dear lady." I replied, knowing full well I was going to hear something I wouldn't like because I couldn't do anything about it.
"My dumb ass husband cheated on me. I never refused him, Press, never. It's been years but I can't get it out of my system. I've never wanted to repay him in kind. That's not me. But I've only been with one man, I'm 50 years old, I'm as fragile as thin glass, and I might be dead in five years. I'm only getting older and I've never been with another man." She was crying now. "Please don't judge me! I feel like I need to know what that is like! That's what is lacking!"
"Why are you telling me this, pretty lady?" I queried. "If you have such a desire should you not be telling the lucky fellow you have in mind for this thing?"
She was laughing now. "I thought I was?"
Another long silence.
"So, I guess you're waiting for me to volunteer? You know I have been faithful the last 40 years too. I consider you second only to Alice. I have never spoken the words Katie, but you know how I feel about you. If you are serious about this, I am there for you?"
"I am serious... this second..... this moment.... talking to you..... I am dead serious" She replied. "I made the decision when I heard you say I love you. You're the only man I would ever consider doing anything like this with. It could be our secret! I know you will protect my honor."
Another long moment of silence.
"Can you take me somewhere where it is safe?" She asked, almost in a desperate toned whisper.
"Let me think about it.... No! No! I'm sorry, not think about it. Let me look around and find a place..... a hotel or motel that is in a safe place, okay."
"It needs to be soon, Press." She requested. "Before I have a chance to back out."
"How about next Friday?" I asked. "And if you back out, you know that will be okay."
"Next Friday?" She repeated.
"We'll discuss the details soon." I replied, and added. "I love you, Katie."
"I love you too."
Once something like that is spoken there is never a backing out. If not Friday, some day in the future it would happen. I gave the problem a bit of thought and as I live close to the border of North Carolina I figured that would be the place to go. Katie might incur an extra 30 minutes of driving time but she would feel more secure, so it would be worth it. Now, you might be thinking a motel is a motel, but not so. As important as privacy, I was looking for a motel with a bed higher than most. I have fucked my wife, Alice, for years, standing at the foot of the bed due to my own medical problems and to keep my weight off of her sore hips. I figured it could be just as important in Katie's case. I had to inspect each room of the motels that I had zeroed in on to make sure of the bed height. I was satisfied with the fourth motel I checked out and reserved a room, for two nights to alleviate any check-in problems, undue notice or suspicion, behind the main building to ensure that our vehicles were not seen.
Katie and I agreed to meet at 9 o'clock at a McDonald's about 6 miles from the motel. I arrived early and watched her exit her car. She moved slowly and cautiously. We sat drinking coffee for about 30 minutes, as I wanted to give her every opportunity to change her mind. There was no mention of our clandestine plans, just everyday conversation, and I finally suggested she follow me. I arrived about 40 seconds before she did, enough time to exit my car and walk to the door of our room, number 10. I stood watching her as she parked beside me and exited her car. As she always did during visits, meeting for the first time of the day or evening, she smiled warmly as she walked towards me, but there was a look of exhaustion in her eyes. For the first time, I unashamedly acknowledged she was sexy. I turned and unlocked the door, holding it open wide for her to enter, then, closed it, locking the deadbolt and putting the security chain in place.
In the darkened room, we stood facing each other and I moved in close and took her hands in mine, placing my forehead on hers.
"Would you think bad of me if I told you I have fantasized about something like this over the years?" I asked her.
"If you will not think bad of me, though the fantasy I have had is probably not as X-rated as yours. She replied.
"I think that might have something to do with, women are from Venus and men are from Mars."
We stood there long moments in the quiet semidarkness, until she lifted her face and I kissed her, not a passionate kiss, but a lingering, soft tender kiss.
Breaking our kiss, she asked. "Can we just snuggle in the bed for a while?"
Her question reminded me of a country song, "This dream's On Me", and I softly sang the chorus to her. She told me I was sweet and backed away from me and walked to the bed side table, switched on the light, and began to disrobe. I was thrilled to see that light come on. I began to disrobe, following her lead. She removed it all as if we had been doing this for years. As she stepped out of her panties, I stepped out of my briefs and noticed her staring at my erection and hoped that that was a good sign, that maybe it would surely be something new and exciting to her.
I watched her pull the bedding down, positioning the pillows, as I had watched Alice hundreds of times. I was a bit disappointed not to see a mound full of hair, seemingly waxed, really, and I wondered if it was possibly the chemo or Bobby's desire. She entered the bed and positioned herself on the right-hand side of the bed, looking from the foot, and next to the lamp. I walked around to the other side. As I entered the bed, she rolled to her left side and I spooned close against her, my erection poking her between her thighs and bottom of her ass.
"Press, do you take a pill for that?" She queried.
"I haven't had to yet." I replied. "I'm only 64 you know and it gets regular exercise." Not willing to tell her that most of the exercise was masturbation.
"And with no foreplay you're right out of the box ready to go?" She said jokingly.
"I would prefer to say.... when the penties come off, I'm ready to go."
I held her close for a long time, maybe 20 or 25 minutes without so much as a word."
"Katie, you haven't gone to sleep on me have you?" I whispered lowly, willing to let her sleep if she did not answer me.
"Course not." She quietly replied. "You have been very patient. Thank you for gallantly fulfilling my fantasy, so now, let's do something about yours."
"We'll snuggle a little while longer." I said tenderly.
"A back rub would be nice."
After subduing my guilty feeling, my right hand began to massage her back and explore her body. I draped my left arm over her head to entice her to hold my hand.... she did. It was a new body to me, but truth be told, I explored Alice's body every time I could get her naked. The female body has so many toys to play with and I am intoxicated by them all. I soon worked my way down to the middle of her back, then, around the front to cup and caress her breast. It took a while as I was in no hurry. When I finally thumbed her nipple, it was firm and I heard soft moans every time I stroked them, in turn. I began to kiss her neck and shoulders, my hand exploring over her ass, pulling my middle finger lightly up the crack.
"You're making me dizzy." She moaned. "You know, I actually thought about not coming today. I was so afraid you would find me unappealing. A silly thought, I suppose, but I still thought it."
"I agree. That is silly." I agreed. "I have always been very careful never to give you the impression I was eyeing you sexually, but believe me you're very appealing. It that the only reason?"
"I told you it was silly... squeeze my ass hard... yes! I love that! But yes, there are other reasons. I'm causing you to cheat on your wife. I'm cheating on Alice with her husband. I'm probably going to die soon and I'm going to hell. And on top of everything else I'm causing your cock to go limp." She exclaimed, and reached behind her to grab my cock.
"I told you any time you wanted to back out you could." I replied. "But I hope you don't. Don't think about anything except what you want right now. What you told me you wanted."
"It's been seven months... seven long fuckin months." She cried out. "And he acts like I'm catchy!"
I'd never heard Katie use such language, but I never had her stroke my cock to bring it back to life either. My hand had not explored her mound or her pussy yet, but after her diatribe, I was certain her state of arousal had dropped, as mine had. I didn't know if she ready to consummate the union at this moment. I wasn't going to give her any more time to think, or talk, and I reached to displace her hand on my cock with my own hand. I began to earnestly probe for the entrance to her treasure. It required her to lift her right leg. Doubt entered my mind briefly, uncertain if she was going to cooperate, but her leg finally lifted, her knee bent and I felt the head of my cock enter her. I was home and I maneuvered myself lower, offering her my right hand in exchange for the left. We gentle pushed and shoved together. It popped out once but she quickly guided it back into her. A bit more, tender pushing and shoving, and I heard her give a satisfied sigh.
"Your pussy is tight, Miss Kate." I whispered.
"I think maybe it's your size." She quietly replied.
"No, Sugar, you're tight!" I assured her, as I began a slow deep penetrating rhythm.
"Thank you for pursuing me." She said. "And don't you dare apologize."
"You are an understanding lady." I replied. "We will consider it a gentle prod."
"I need to fuck, lord knows, I do! I'm not dead yet. But I didn't think I'd ever like to be fucked again." She stated. "Your cock is sooo good! And you're precious."
Our talking ceased and I lovingly cradled her as best I could as I fucked her, changing the rhythm and penetration occasionally. I was very much attuned to her whimpering and moaning and I was quite content in the moment. She kissed or bit on my right hand and arm with the alternating rhythm and seemed quite pleased when I stuck her deep. I was certain she was leaving teeth marks on my arm. Unsure of her ability to take much physical punishment, I reframed myself as best I could, but I became quite intoxicated by her joy of sexual intercourse, her tight pussy, and I found it difficult not to ratchet up the rhythm. She soon maneuvered around enough so we could put our faces close together. When she was not near delirium, her head flung back with her mouth open, we stared into each other's eyes. It was the seemly delirious times that distressed me, but gave me the most delight. Her mouth open moans sounded more akin to pain than pleasure. Except for possibly really hurting her, the wounded animal moans made me desire to disappear up inside of her. I was simply astounded that down-to-earth, business mannered, Katie, could let her hair down like this. Could it be that Bobby had never seen this dark side of her.
I didn't really pay much attention to how long we fucked like this but it was a good while, and again, I was enjoying the hell out of her delirious moments. Occasionally, I slowed nearly to a stop, to rest my back, but her close-face lustful stares of want quickly brought me back up to speed.
"I need to get on top!" She exclaimed, snapping me back to reality.
I pulled slowly out of her and rolled to my back. She, painstakingly slow it seemed, maneuvered around and lifted her leg to straddle me. She reached to take my cock, positioned it, and settled down onto it. Her skin was moist to the touch and the edges of her brown, short hair were visibly damp.
"Oh fuck, Press, it's big!" She whispered. "Give me a second."
I am certain she was referring to thickness rather than length. My cock is only slightly over 6 inches, about normal, from what I've read. I do think it's thick as Alice thinks too. One child, Katie? Two kids Alice? Little cock Bobby? Got to be something!
I watched her wiggle her ass down on it, but she took it all with much pleasure and began to lift herself up and down in a very slow rhythm.
"Fuckkk, fuckkkk, fuckkkk!" She mumbled, repeatedly, seemingly to go on forever except for when she was calling on her creator.
As she rode my cock I began to appreciate her bare pussy as I watched my shaft appear, disappear and appear repeatedly. My attention alternated between her face and our union. Her words keeping my cock rock hard. I played with her ass with my right hand and fondled each breast with my left, concentrating on the nipples, thumbing and pinching them lightly.
She increased her rhythm just slight and too soon, for me, she put her hands on my chest as her ass began to cycle in a tight forward and backward motion, my cock pushed deep into her, she, holding it deep. Her words became mumbled and indistinguishable as her body began to tremble. What little bit of belly fat that she had began to shake like Jell-O, in fact, for the first time bringing to my attention that she actually had a little belly fat. She became silent for a moment and then her anguished moan began low and increased in volume as the orgasm gripped her, nearly doubling her over.
She dropped to embrace me, as her knees flexed, rocking her back and forth on my cock. I was concerned she might have stressed her body.... hurt herself. I hugged her gently and my hands coursed over her back and down to her ass.... waiting... but she fucked on! Then, with my right hand I smacked her ass with a glancing blow, sounding louder than it would have felt. I did it again and then a third time. She slowed her rocking and it was like an instant replay. She pushed my cock deep inside of her as she lifted her torso. Her muttered words again indistinguishable, her body trembling, silence and then a growing anguished moan as she came again. This time she just collapsed on top of me and I held her tenderly as she breathed heavily in my ear.
"What the hell was that?" She exclaimed, as her breathing approached normal.
"The actions and sounds of a woman in need." I replied.
Long moments of silence. Half of my cock was still inside of her but we both lay still.
"Would you like to do it from behind? Can you?" She queried.
"I can, if you can kneel at the edge of the bed comfortably."
With distress, I felt, she maneuvered off of me and stood by the bed waiting for me to rise. When I was standing beside her, she gathered the pillows and proceeded to position her bare posterior at the edge of the bed, lighted brightly by the lamp, and I moved in behind her. A bit more maneuvering, wriggling of her ass, spreading of her legs and me voicing concern as to her comfort, I gently began to penetrate her once more. A little bit more pushing and shoving, a bit of "we can do this" moaning on her part and we were coupled once more. I began a very conservative rhythm to let her naturally tight, post orgasm, pussy become accustom to my cock.
Fucking doggy style has always made my cock rock hard and I never got to do it enough. Actually, Alice allowed it rarely. Fucking Katie, my sister-in-law, only added to the sexual euphoria. Again, I had to keep myself reined in so as not to hammer her lovely ass.
"Is it good, Press? Katie quizzed.
"There is no way to express in words, Dear Lady." I assured her.
"Are you going to come for me?" She tenderly inquired. "You can rev it up a little if you need to. I'll be alright."
"I appreciate the you offer, but if I come in you I might shy at kissing your pussy. You're not going to deny me that, are you?"
"Is my butt blushing?" She giggled. "I wouldn't dream of denying you anything."
"Yes, I think it is!" I chuckled.
"Promise me, Press, you'll come in me before we run out of time?"
"The clock says we have..... damn we've been fucking for near two and a half hours. We've got to mid-night, right?" I teased.
"You can fuck my ass all you want and eat my pussy until I'm exhausted, smart ass, but promise me!"
"I promise." I relented. "Now pipe now and let me enjoy this sweet ass of yours.
And I did just that for another 15 minutes. But more importantly, so did Miss Kate. At the moderate rhythm I was fucking her I was not expecting to awaken the beast, but she was soon moaning lustfully and shoving against me. I wondered how big a cock this lady could really take. I gave her a series of rapid, prolonged deep pokes that sent her face into the pillows to stifle her surprised, involuntary yelps. And yet again, I was afraid of hurting her, or she hurting herself.
"Not yet!" She protested, as I gently slowed and pulled out of her. "I was fine, dammit."
"With that ruckus you are making I was going to come sure as hell." I jokingly defended myself.
"All right." She grudgingly accepted. "But If you're stopping, I am so sorry but I really have to pee."
I helped her back-up off the bed. She hurried to the bathroom and I heard her peeing and then the bathtub water running. I moseyed into the bathroom to find her squatting in the tub washing her pussy.
"I figured I'd tidy it up a bit for you." She said, glancing in my direction.
"Very considerate, Thank you." I returned. "Hand me the soap, would you?"
Taking the bar of soap from her, I moved to the sink and proceeded to wash my cock.
"I don't want to spoil the moment but that is not happening." She stated.
It honestly took a few moments to realize her meaning, as mine mind had not gone there at all.
Smiling, I teased. "It must run in the family. I'm hurt, but I'll live."
I dried my cock and handed her the towel, still beaming a smile. I exited the bathroom.
When she returned to the room, I stood by the bed opposite the lamp waiting with a pillow fluffed up. I bent to pat the bed.
"Chest down, please."
"The light is gonna put me on display. Tell me you're not going to stare at my pussy."
"Chest down, please." I repeated. "Not yet I'm not. Besides, one stares at an oddity. I prefer to think I'll be gazing," I said lifting my chin. "on beauty."
Katie did as directed and I circled the bed. I placed my hands on either side of her and began to lavish love, kisses and tongue on her buttocks, nibbling a bit too. She giggled and cooed and swatted at my head in a playful manner.
"Do you know how much I like you doing that!" She stated more than asked. "My ass is more sensitive than my nipples."
"I don't know! We have one more nipple to try." I teased.
"You're just bad!" She giggled, wiggling and shoving her ass in my face.
I spent a few short minutes playing with Katie to rekindle our...well, my....lust before maneuvering her over to her back. I supported my torso on the bed with my elbows and asked her to put her feet on my shoulders.
"No!" She whined. "You're going to embarrass me!"
"Katie," I spoke softly. "just close your eyes and let me have this little delight for a few moments.
She did as asked, without closing her eyes, watching actually, and, as always, I was awe-struck by the female anatomy. I gazed without touching.
Each pussy is distinct and you can never quite put words to its beauty. A picture are drawing is required to capture its essence, or, being there, of course. I pondered my 61yr-old wife's still lavish bush, the hair extending down each side of her labia and running wild to hide clit and entrance to her treasure, and, Katie's undeniably lovely vaginal, her mound puffy, her labia defined, her clit firm and delectable. You see, I'm just not doing the lady's treasure justice.
My attention to detail was distracted and I hadn't decided which, bushy or bare, I preferred.
"Do you like it" Katie queried. "Is it as nice as my sister's?"
Her question, referencing Alice, surprised me. I thought it uncouth but I certainly wasn't going to bring it to her attention. I did answer truthfully.
"Over all, or in appearance?" I asked, but continued. "I can't see her pussy as clearly. She yelps because I pull pubic hair nearly every time we fuck. All that hair irritates my tongue. You're tighter, and when you spoke, I was trying to decide how to tell you how intoxicating, over hers, if you like, your treasure is."
"My treasure!" She repeated. "You're so swe....
"Shhhhhhhhhhhh!
I put my lips to her pussy, smelling the pleasant scent of the soap she washed with and an underlying scent of her natural famine odor. I have always told my wife I could pick her out of a line of women by her famine smell.
My tongue darted out to lightly taste her crack, probing for every spot that made her moan, without touching her clit.
"Press, it's so good!" She moaned.
I slipped my hands under her ass and lifted....
"Don't...ahh hell.... I don't think that's going work!"
Her distress reminded me I was dealing with a sick woman. I more tenderly and slowly pushed her thighs up and back, all the while eating her pussy.
"Good, good....good, good....good." She repeated, telling me all was well and the movement was not hurting her. "Ahhhhhhhh FUCK"!
I was well aware that her cry was not of hurt. I had stuck my tongue into her hole, and then, began to tongue fuck her. Her hands beat at my head and pulled at my hair.
"I'm afraid to move my ass!" She cried. "DAMMIT! You're driving me insane, Press. I'm going to hurt myself.
I reluctantly stopped and carefully lowered her legs, replacing her feet on my shoulders.
"I'm sorry!" She was crying now. "It was so good. I'm so sorry."
I had mixed feeling about continuing , I wanted to comfort her, but I immediately put my tongue to her clit. Her crying tapered off in moments and her fingers were soon pulling lightly at my hair and ears. She felt relaxed and her light moans set me at ease. I kept the touch feather-light, hoping I could bring on a more soothing climax. She seemed to be reading my intent.
"It's so good." She whispered. "You've been so tender and loving with me... so understanding. I'm getting close! Don't stop!"
I placed my right hand on her belly, patted it lightly and stopped, leaving my hand in place, hoping she would grasp the intent. Apparently, she did.
Her breathing and moans increased but slightly.
"I'm coming, Press."
Kate's body seemed to relax more and I heard her puffing breaths as if she was in labor. I continued tenderly tonguing her until I felt her orgasm was spent. Finally, all was quiet.
Again, I had mixed feeling about continuing. It was time to fuck her.
Again, we were in sync as I stood, lifted each of her legs and slightly tugged as she slowly and carefully waddled her ass to the edge of the bed. I pushed her legs back slowly and asked if you could hold them back a moment. I put the head of my cock to her pussy, rubbed the head and the shaft along her crack until it was wet, and then proceeded to enter her, slowly.
"It just doesn't get any easier, does it?" She said, lifting her head to view our coupling.
"You just lay still and let me do it this time." I instructed.
After getting full penetration I took control of her legs, easing them down, wrapping my arms under the back of her knees to support the weight, taking it off of her to support them.
"Are you comfortable, Katie?" I queried.
"Yes. I'm perfect." She replied.
I proceeded to fuck her with a very slow rhythm. I have always thought I would make a good porn star as I could pretty much come on demand after a minute or two of fucking. I would like to think that Alice gave me more pussy because she knew I could make it quick if she was not particularly in the mood. Also, bless her heart, she hated to hear me panting or moaning in her ear, so I have learned to be "dignified" in my fucking.
"You want to play a little game with me?" I asked, but continued. "I'm going to start counting with each stroke and when you are comfortable counting with me I'll stop and you continue. I'm going to come in you within 70 to 75 strokes."
"You can orgasm going this slow?" She asked. "You don't have to on a count of me. I am quite comfortable. You do whatever you have to. Just give me what I want."
"It's a little game I learned to play with Alice." I replied. "Now I'll start. One, two, three, four......"
Now, I figured that push, withdrawal and push again took between three and four seconds. Katie started counting with me at 8 and I stopped counting at 15. I closed my eyes and concentrated on her tight pussy and the fact that I was fucking my sister-in-law. With the occasional peek, I saw that Katie, head lifted, was watching our union and I smiled softly as she could not resist adding a few counts by talking.
"You're so hard!" She whispered. "I could watch you fuck me all day. 38.."
I was concentrating on 75. Slightly before or after I was going to fill her pussy with my cum.
"Oh God it's hard!" She exclaimed. "Tell me when you're going to come!"
"I'm coming, Kate!" I told her shortly as I heard her count of 72.
My cock jerked once, twice, three times and I had a very satisfying ejaculation. I had barely increased my breathing. I carefully lowered myself over her and kissed her passionately on the mouth. She could have shied, knowing I had her juices on my face, but she did not, much to her credit. I lifted myself back up and continued stroking into her.
"That was so beautiful, Press!" She expressed, making me wonder if maybe my wife might be right about "dignified" fucking. But no, remembering Katie and her howling made me send the thought of "dignified" right out of my mind.
"Time to tidy up, I suppose. Come jump in the shower and I'll wash her back." I said, hiding my anguish as I was pulling out of her for the last time.
We showered and dressed and I was leaving the bathroom after combing my hair and found Katie sitting on the edge of the bed talking on her cell.
"I've been driving the countryside enjoying the good weather. Yeah, I had a good lunch at Whittley's. We'll have to go there sometime. Okay. See you tonight."
I took notice of the lack of affection in her voice. I hope it was a reflex action because of who she was with and where she was.
She stood and walked to me and again we took hands and put on foreheads together. I reframed from being a geek, asking her had she enjoyed our encounter. I wanted to be pushy and ask her if we were going to meet each other again.
"I'll step out the door and check the area before you come out." I said.
The area was clear of people and I motioned for her to come out.
"Thank you from the bottom of my heart, thank you." She said as she kissed my cheek and then started slowly for her car.
I'd like to tell you.... or maybe not.... that life between Katie and I returned to normal. For me, Katie and I had been intimate, I had come in the lady, and life was never going to be the same for me. It seemed, when greeting, that she always hugged a little tighter, kissed my cheek a little longer. So, I like to hope that she feels the same. On the phone, I never approached the subject and neither did she. It's been a year.
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