Chapter 3

“I need to take a short break.” I exclaimed abruptly, getting up and rushing out to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet, head in hands, wondering how this had happened to me. So I was bad in bed. Wasn’t that what exploration and communication was about? Weren’t we supposed to get better together? Obviously, Claire didn’t think so, and she lied about it for years. I started going through our history together in my head, and felt a sense of horror. It was going to get worse.

I made it back to the room, and Gerald looked at me with concern, “Are you sure you want to continue?” I nodded curtly and sat down. Claire did not notice my mood, or if she did, she could not interpret my mood in terms of what it meant for our marriage. Tomorrow would be different, of course.

Gerald said with a sigh, “OK Claire, can you continue with your story? When did this relationship with Jim and what happened after that?”

“I stayed hooked up with Jim for the entire time we lived in Chicago, which was about a year. Sometimes I felt guilty about leaving Jack with leftovers, but the sex was just too good with Jim. Like the time I went by his office during lunch. He wouldn’t take no for an answer, and just bent me over his desk, pulled my skirt down, and just hammered away. I realized only later that he put his hands over my mouth to stop my screams when I came. I think I leaked all over his desk that day. He probably has never managed to get the stains removed. God, I loved those lunch dates!”

“Anyway, after Jack finished up his PhD he had an offer of an Assistant Professor position at Boston University, so we picked up and moved to Boston. During the move, we discussed having children, and decided that it was about time. I thought it was a good time for me also, because I was giving up some great sex, so maybe the chance to have children would inspire me. I went off the pill and we gave it a go. The sex was pretty boring, as usual, but we finally had a win after a couple of months and I became pregnant with Craig, our son. I was hit with morning sickness for most of the pregnancy, but Jack was good about this and coddled me the whole time. The first six months as a parent is still kind of muddled because of lack of sleep, but by the end of the first year, I was ready to look for a job. Jack and I started up making love again, but the combination of sleeplessness meant that I was uninspired, so I think our sex life really tapered off during the year but we settled down to a regular rhythm of twice a month or so by the end of the year. But mostly we still cuddled up together and watched movies after putting Craig to bed.”

Gerald was looking more comfortable by the end of this recitation. “So basically, you had re-established your relationship with Jack after your first child? And it continued?”

Claire glanced up, “Um. No. I went back to work at the university when our baby hit one year old. Jack was pretty busy as a new academic and it was boring for me to just hang out at home and be a mother. And to be honest, I was missing the great sex that I had with Jim back at my old job, and I figured there would be greater opportunity to find a new lover at work.”

Gerald’s face fell at this statement, “And how did it turn out?”

Claire’s face perked up, “Well, after I was at my new job for two month, I was at a fund raising event for the music faculty, and I noticed this hot guy in the corner. He was tall and lanky, with unruly dark hair, and had that ‘bad boy’ leather jacket look. I struck up a conversation with him. He was a musician, tenor sax, but also was doing a music history PhD involving the influences of early rock on cultural development in England. He was confident in himself, really arrogant, and had no problem handling his side of a conversation. I glanced down, and it was clear that I was affecting him: He had a massive boner and it looked pretty huge from where I was standing. When he came on to me, I didn’t protest much, and we wandered back to his apartment. His hands were on my tits when we walked into the door and I was pulling down his pants within a couple of minutes. He was everything I hoped. My God, he even put Jim to shame! There must have been eight inches of him and he was pretty thick, also. When his cock first entered me, it really stretched me and I was cumming within a minute. But he kept filling and filling me. He would stop and pull out and push in some more. I was shaking uncontrollably and felt like I was exploding in orgasms when he was only half way in. It went on and on and on. I don’t know how long it lasted. I think that it was only a few minutes but it seemed like forever when he finally got off. We curled up together for a few minutes and just held each other.”