EXCERPT “So, tell me all,” Lois demanded on Monday morning before I hardly got in the
door. “Did you get some? How was Tonto in bed?”
I had no intention of telling Lois anything, but with all of her other
qualities she is an expert interrogator. Before I knew it she had the whole
story out of me. I told her, and Alice, who moved her chair closer to hear
better, about my weekend.
“I went with him to his condo, which happens to be in a very good neighborhood.
At first it looked like a typical bachelor pad, but I soon saw that he was a man
of taste. His place was furnished nicely,” I told them.
“Who gives a shit about his pad. Cut to the chase,” Lois said. “Did you do the
nasty with him?” I had to laugh at her crudeness.
“Yes we did the nasty,” I answered laughing. “We also made love once or twice,
too. Jack Crow proved to be a great lover. He was kind, and gently and did
everything right. He made sure that I was satisfied long before he was.” I
smiled remembering how Jack Crow had made me hear the bells and the whistles
that I hadn’t heard before. The ones I thought existed in syrupy novels. I saw a
light show when be brought me to the many orgasms I experienced. In fact in one
short weekend I had more wonderful climaxes than I had experienced my whole
married life. I now knew what the romance novelists had been talking about.
“Tell me,” Lois insisted, “is he hung like a bear?”
“I don’t have any idea how big a bear’s thing is,” I answered laughing. “He’s a
little bigger than Dan is, but it’s not size that separates him from other men I
have known. It’s how he used it. He was insatiable. Dan was good for one time a
night and that was it. Jack kept it up for a long time and after he came he only
needed a few minutes and he was ready to go again. I would be afraid to even
guess how many times we did it. All I can say is, by the time I got home Sunday
afternoon, I was walking bowl-legged. I’m still a little tender, if you know
what I mean.”
“Damn! I shouldn’t have let him get away from me,” Lois said. “I knew he would
be a stud.” I didn’t see any point in mentioning to Lois that she never had a
shot at Jack, but I sure wanted to. In all honestly I wanted to gloat that
little ol’ me got the stud and the sexpot didn’t.
On Tuesday Jack called my office. He started the conversation with, “What`s the
difference between a lawyer and a catfish? One is a slimy, bottom dwelling,
scum sucker. The other is a fish. How about lunch?”
“Sure as long as it’s not fish,” I answered. “Should I meet you somewhere?”
“Yes, my condo. I was thinking that we could eat a light lunch and then I could
eat you.”
“Sounds like a plan. I’ll see you at eleven-thirty,” I said trying not to show
any expression on my face that Lois or Alice could detect. I should have known
better.
“A nooner!” Lois said. “I love nooners. Getting all hot, sweaty, and gooey in
the middle of the day is the only way.”
“So we shouldn’t expect you back until later in the afternoon,” Alice said with
a wise smile. “Is this when I should mention birth control?”
“I’m back on the pill,” I said.
“Since when?” Lois asked.
“Since this morning,” I answered. “Jack mentioned that he didn’t care for
condoms. Anyway, I’m safe for a few weeks and by that time the pills will have
taken effect.”
“Good, you’re going bareback today,” Lois said with a loud laugh. “Much better
that way. It won’t be long before you two will be doing mooners.”
“What’s a mooner?” Alice asked.
“A nooner, only sooner,” Lois answered with a smile. “Do you have anal lube,
Ali?” The question startled me. Why would I need that, I wondered? I had only
engaged in anal sex once when I was in college and I had been drunk at the time.
I remember I had a sore ass for several days afterward. “I wouldn’t worry about
it,” Lois commented. “An ass fucker usually has something close at hand.
Remember, Ali, men like it when you swallow their cum, so don’t spit it out when
he unloads in your mouth.” I nearly ran from my office to escape Lois’s ribald
suggestions and comments.
Over the preceding weekend Jack and I discover a lot of things about each
other, but there was still a lot we didn’t know. Frankly I was still inhibited
when it came to sex. I was mostly comfortable being nude with Jack because he
seemed to like my body. He had managed to kiss every part of it , even my feet.
But I didn’t know if he had a foot fetish or if he was into anal sex. I did know
that he seemed to like oral sex. Both giving and receiving. It was scary and
exciting to have the opportunity to discover things about him.
Our noon time sex was just great as I expected it to be. Jack sent me to the
moon several times. We were laying on the bed, both of us spent and satisfied.
We were eating the delayed lunch, balancing the plates on our stomachs.
“So, how did you determine the girl you stays here for wasn’t the one?” I
asked. Jack chewed his food and looked thoughtful for a moment.
“I suppose it was a combination of several things,” he answered seriously. “One
thing was we discovered that we didn’t like many of the same things. Food,
movies, and most important, sex. She put up with sex, but it wasn’t very
important to her. I got the impression that she figured it was payment for a
visit to a nice restaurant or payment for other gifts. I, on the other hand,
take sex seriously. It’s not the most important thing in the world, but it’s
sure in the top five or six. She would not even consider anything she thought to
be kinky.”
“Really?” I said. “How narrow minded of her. Kinky like how?” I wasn’t sure I
wanted to hear about kinky sex, but I had to know if he was a pervert or not.
“I brought some adult videos in to watch with her. She hit the ceiling. Once
when I mention doing it doggy style she looked like she was going to be sick.”
That didn’t sound perverted to me. Dan and I often watched triple X videos.
Doggy style is one of my favorite positions. “And God forbid oral sex,” Jack
added. “I tried to eat her once and she ran out of the bedroom. The next time
she ran off from the bed I asked her to stay gone. Enough is enough.”
“Are you planning on asking me to do anything kinky?” I asked.
“Of course I will,” Jack answered laying the plate aside and tickled my nipple
which sprang to attention. “I prefer a polite no thank you to ‘fuck you,
pervert’.” I had to laugh at that. I reminded myself that I didn’t think oral
sex or dog fashion was kinky.
“Like what?” I pressed.
“Like asking you to pose nude for me,” Jack said. “I’m a pretty good
photographer. Like doing anal sex.”
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