1724norfolk

THE BLOOD TRAVELS

20) Neither of them had sex in a very long time. It had taken him a year to get
beyond the woman he loved who had left. He knew he would never love anyone
like her, he also new he couldn't go on masturbating for another thirty or
forty years. She wasn't coming back and he had to move on. Her reason was not
lost love but she wouldn't sleep with a man unless something in her stirred.
She, not the "ex" but the new one hadn't stirred in a long time. She resisted
him at first but it wasn't that big of a deal since he didn't really try that
hard. Something happened though and here they were naked and in bed. Things
moved slow and that was o.k. With the both of them. Lots and lots of oral sex.
It had been so long that it wasn't such a bad thing. They both closed their
eyes and dug in. Locked into one another in the classic sixty-nine position
for what seemed like days. They may have lingered down there a little longer
to prolong the fast approaching moment of sex. He would have to enter her soon
and he was thinking about it too much. It had been so long; the pressure was
on him to be completely and totally erect. All the little tricks he knew
really only worked when it was with a partner you intimately knew. Then there
was the condom, that act unless you're hard on is raging can set you back. She
was in no hurry either; she was excited she could feel herself becoming
increasingly wet. She wanted him but was sympathetic she could see the
pressure he was putting on himself. She stopped him and started kissing his
neck. He felt her lips on his neck and he new she was understanding, they
stopped, and he took a breath. She laid back and he just looked at her, he
stopped thinking about the act. He looked at her breasts; it had been so long
since he just stared at a bare chest. He felt the weight of them in his hand. The
nipple perked up a bit which drew his lips to it. He sucked on her nipple for
some time biting and licking he began to explore her body with the tip of his
tongue. Her fingers clasped him behind the ear gently pressing his head. He
sat up and looked over her body. He looked down to the little tuft of hair
between her legs, gently he parted her legs and at this moment he realized he
was erect. With out a thought he lowered himself into her all the life rushed
back. It was as if a switch was flipped. The sex took over from there, they
were just along for the ride. They finished quickly there was no holding back.
He rolled over; there is something about that after moment, just lying there
on your back. He didn't love her, She didn't love him. They needed each other
for now. Shortly afterwards he became erect, she climbed up on top of him and
they rode into the night. They would get together roughly every other night.
It all came back to him he was a good lover and she was willing to explore.
They would experiment with positions and costumes it was exhilarating to say
the least. He didn't love her, she didn't love him. This went on for months,
she moved in. The sex was still good but only once or twice a week. They went
to party's together and shared recipes. He didn't love her, she didn't love
him. A year went by and they got married. A small ceremony some family and a
few friends. The priest said will you and they both said I do. He didn't love
her, She didn't love him. A few years pasted they had a son. He loved him, She
loved him. The boy grew up they had good jobs. One autumn day he was walking
through the park and he ran into her. The one he loved and had waited a year
for. They exchanged greetings and caught up on what had happened over the
years. He felt himself stir as she talked, he took a deep breath and looked
deep into her eyes. He still loved her, she didn't love him. They shook hands
and she walked away again. That night he lay awake in bed his wife next to him
He didn't love her, she didn't love him and she didn't love him. A strange
feeling rolled over him, nobody loved him and he didn't care. A smile came to
his lips he rolled over and mounted his wife. He made passionate love to her
with wild abandon. When they finished he went into the kitchen to make a
sandwich. As he sat there naked his wife came into join him. He offered her
half of his sandwich, which she ate. They looked at each other as they sat
their naked in the dark. There was just enough light for him to see her mouth.
He loved her mouth. He'd grown accustom to it. Not just the lips but the way
they moved. Her eyes were great, not in color but in depth after the years he
had a better understanding what was behind them. And those legs, just looking
at them made him erect. She stood up kissed him on the forehead and she walked
silhouetted by the light from beyond the kitchen door back to the bed. As he
watched her beautiful ass while she walked away he felt stupid in that
pleasant way. Somehow, some way, he was in love with his wife.