Chapter 2

As I drove home, I could not stop thinking about last night. My libido had been brought to its peak so many times that my body was still vibrating. The way Jim casually sneaked into my room climbed into my bed in the nude and so easily seduced me, coupled with the strange feeling I got while having coffee with Trish had me continually asking myself over and again, “Did Trish set me up with Jim?”

I got home at 10:12. Darrell was still sleeping, but I had to talk with him, or at least make love to him. My guilty conscience demanded that. Checking the bedroom, I found him fast asleep. He had worked all, or at least most of the night, and I understood why had been wiped out. But I was going through a crisis and needed to do something whether it was wrong or right. I had just cheated on him for the first time in our marriage. The strange thing was that I didn’t really feel that guilty about it. Maybe it was because my body was still tingling and I was still in the throes of Jim Correy’s magnificent sexual therapy. It was as if last night had become a self-awareness retreat where I learned extraordinary things about my body and wanted to share them with my husband. How Could I tell him how and with whom I had learned them? Then, I wondered even if Darrell agreed to do the things to me the way Jim had done them, would he agree to try? I was in a pickle.

In addition to carrying the weight of what happened last night, and the burden of what I had done, I was extremely horny. With Jim, I learned new and exciting things that I wanted to share with Darrell. Looking at Darrell’s sleeping form I realized that had my resolute, diligent husband gone with me Jim would never have sought me out in that bed. On top of it all, I couldn’t get over the feeling that Trish might have set me up with her widowed father.

I didn’t know how long Darrell would sleep if he were not disturbed, but there was a glimmer of hope that if he woke up and found my naked body spooned into him it could be an effective way for him to meet the day as well as clearing up some of my confused muddle in my mind. So, stripping nude I slipped under the covers and spooned into his body clad only in pajama bottoms.

Working my left arm between Darrell’s arm and side I gently flattened my hand on his tummy, kissed the back of his neck, and whispered, “I love your honey.” Tightening our spoon I hoped for the best. When nothing happened, I wiggled my tummy into his butt and figured I would doze for a few minutes. Closing my eyes only intensified my reverie about last night which made me even hornier and needed release. Hoping to stir him to wakefulness I eased my flattened hand down Darrell’s tummy and smoothed out the curls of his pubic hair then felt a twitch in his penis and felt his hardness begin to rise. It was only natural for me to take his hardness in my hand and slowly stroke him.

After a few strokes, I pulled the outer skin of his phallus partially over his glans and touched his seeping slit with my thumb. Recalling the feel of Jim’s hard penis in my hand and him telling me to grip him as gently as I could I eased my grip on Darrell’s cock to make it as sensitive as I could. I needed to come. Taking my hand from his penis I eased my arm from between his arm and his side, carefully rolled on my back while thinking I need to cum, and parted my labia and soaked my fingers in my vaginal secretions. Tears welled in my eyes as I recalled the times I had hoped for and sometimes Darrell to get me off that way. Recounting the many times Jim had gotten me off last night I thought, Oh baby, why, why, WHY?

What had started in a state of guilt finally morphed into anger. “God damn you,” I said, “I need this.” So, gently grasping his shoulder I coaxed him to roll to his back. Once there, with his erection pointing to the ceiling, I positioned myself and took his cock in my mouth. As I got up on my knees and bent over my husband’s body I took his penis in my hand, and with the delightful memories of Jim Correy’s sex filling my mouth, I slid my wetted lips over Darrell’s erection and began slowly bobbing.

“Wha...?” came from Darrell’s sleep-thickened mouth as he awakened. “What the hell are you doing, Brenda?”

But having steeled myself for such a reaction I clutched his buttocks in each hand and refused to be rejected.

“BRENDA.” I

When I struggled to maintain a difficult but steady bobbing motion, he either gave up or the surprise of me sucking his cock excited him beyond control. After having accepted four of Jim Correy’s climaxes and hungrily swallowing them last night, the excitement of Darrell’s sperm filling my mouth sent me into a climax of my own.

The lovely reality of sucking my orally challenged husband confused me. Last night I experienced a kind of sex with Jim Correy of which I had never conceived. It was complete with fellatio and cunnilingus coupled with analingus and fucking where each of us expressed the joys of our orgasms in words both foul and holy. Yet, after awakening my husband with a full-fledged blowjob, Darrell’s only sounds were of surprise and rejection.

He struggled to shuck me but I kept sucking his gooey, deflated penis. He kept pushing on my head to remove my mouth from his cock while trying to fathom what I was doing. Yet, as I kept on, his penis began engorging again. Once fully erect, he suddenly wanted more and said, “Ride my cock, Brenda. I want to cum inside you.”

So, straddling his body I took his cock in my hand, lubricated his head by dragging it through the trough of my pussy, then held his head to the entrance of my vagina and let gravity take me completely down on his engorged sex. I pumped slowly at first, my hands grasping his shoulders, then, breathlessly riding his cock until his penis expanded, released, and filled me with his sperm. While I was fucking him, he scowled at me but I glared back and kept pumping. It was a battle where he finally said, “We’ve talked about oral sex before, Brenda.”

In a total state of confusion, I said, “And didn’t you like the way I fucked you?”

“Well, er, yes Bren, but I was sleeping, and you woke me up. I worked all night for Christ’s sake. I need more sleep!” With that, he turned beneath me on his side again and said, “Get off me Hon, I’m tired and am going to go back to sleep.”

It was about two in the afternoon when I heard Darrell stirring in the kitchen. After my superlative night with Trish’s father then the exciting but disappointing experience I had had with my husband I had been trying to keep myself occupied. Since I had been rejected in bed I tidied up around the house, did some ironing, and was currently reading a book that in no way held my interest. Darrell came into the family room with a peanut butter sandwich. He looked at me with the most guilt-ridden hangdog expression on his face that I could remember seeing. Sitting down across the game table he ate his sandwich in silence, then looked at me and said, “I’m sorry Bren, I guess I hurt your feelings.”

With an incredulous look, I said, “YOU GUESS YOU HURT MY FEELINGS?” I wanted to throw what had happened to me with Jim Correy in his face, every kiss, fondle, each blowjob, and the frequent glorious times I had my pussy eaten. Sex with Jim, a seventy-two-year-old man was more exciting and more satisfying than I could ever have conceived with my husband. Instead, I just said, “You hurt MORE than my feelings, Darrel. You REJECTED me. You destroyed my PSYCHE.” When he reached across the table and tried to take my hand, I jerked it away and screamed, “I HATE YOU!”

Getting up I walked into the living room. Looking out the window feeling like I was in mourning for the death of our sexual life he came up behind me, wrapped me in an embrace, which captured my crossed arms, and pulled me close. I thought. This is so confusing.

“I was so tired when you woke me up, honey,” he said, “but I know I made a mistake. I should have cuddled with you instead of making you go away. And I liked how you rode my cock and made me come. I was wrong, Bren. I apologize.”

My heart told me to let him off the hook, but I was in a quandary. Last night I learned too much about myself with Jim Correy. Not only had he made me feel like a new woman. He gave me an intense tutorial on what making love should be like. He made me feel like a real woman. I had been so naïve in not seeing that sex with Darrell was not only piss-poor. It was a disaster that few women would ever put up with. Though I could see that Darrell was sincerely remorseful for hurting me by his response in bed, I was so unhappy by his rejection that I just wanted to lash out. ‘You think whenever you put your cock inside me, Darrell, that I am getting as much out of it as you are.”

With a confused look, he said, “You mean you aren’t?”

With a sarcastic smirk, I looked at him and said, “We’ve been married seven years, Darrell. We kiss a little, you fondle my breasts for what you think seems to be an acceptable amount of time. You never let me suck your cock, and you never eat my pussy. And when you fuck me, you come too soon for me to get enough pleasure from it. So, what’s so good about that?”

The impact of what I said had Darrell reeling. He couldn’t understand where I was coming from. From his perspective, our sex life was fine. I had tried many times to fellate him since we had married, but he had discouraged me, telling me that he thought what I was doing was below my dignity. As for cunnilingus it never entered his mind. Had it he would have thought it disgusting and even told me so. Being awakened from his deep sleep last night with his cock in my mouth I knew was a shocking disappointment to him. But he liked it when I rode him until he came. Now, he was puzzled that he hadn’t made his point about blowjobs being beneath our dignity. He figured that I was upset about him going back to sleep moments after he came. But my anger and the words I had just used to express it was not like me, And what’s this about cunnilingus?

“I don’t understand where you are coming from, Brenda. What went on last night at Gary and Trish’s to have made you act this way?”

I couldn’t tell him about Jim and me, but I had to say something to let Darrell know that I found out that there was more enjoyment to sex than what we as a couple were getting out of it. I wasn’t ready to let go of my anger at him... no, us! It was too important for our marriage not to express my needs. At the same time, though my guilt about last night had lessened due to my enjoyment with Jim, and there was no way we could ignore the fact that something had to change. So, I fabricated a lie.

“We drank three bottles of wine last night, Darrell (that was true). Our conversation turned to sex and Gary and Trish got frisky.”

“‘ Frisky?’ What does that mean? They have always acted intimately with one another, just like Jim and Martha used to do.”

“More than that, Darrell. Gary fondled Trish’s breast in front of us. Even Jim gave them an ‘ahem,’ to register his disapproval. Then Trish said to him, ‘You and Mom used to do the same thing.’”

Jim said, “Not as blatantly as you are doing it. And it was more about natural intimacy than showing off as you and Gary are doing now. And frankly, my dear daughter, you two are making Brenda and me uncomfortable.”