Chapter 2

When we awoke in the hotel room we had some time before check out but Angie’s pussy was sore enough that she wanted it to rest. Her lover and I had put a lot of “miles” on it. Could we just talk? Her mind was full of thoughts that she was itching to share. I was curious ... very.

It didn’t seem comfortable to try to explain while I was driving either but when we got home and stripped she wanted to share some thoughts that kept surfacing. It was important that our bodies shared the primal touches. Pussy may still a bit tender too. I was back in action, or so I thought.

“Sweetie,” she opened with, “I carefully use the terms ‘fucking’ and ‘making love’ to mean different things. Sure, the body parts can get put together the same for either one; it is the inside feelings, I mean in the mind, that ‘flavor’ it. Does that matter to you?” I held still, not real sure what she was referring to. “I’d better explain what I think of them.”

I got aroused after so much quiet time and sought to fill her body. She kept talking as I maneuvered to slide myself in the delicious place, even though it was still lubricated by her previous boyfriend’s juices mixed with mine. I wanted desperately to feel “her”. As she kept mentioning him I began to turn off. That is not what I wanted, rather to take her back.

She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she kinda lost track of me, her husband. I was feeling quite possessive, after all. She wasn’t “his” anymore, just mine and my possessiveness began to grow and grow. I shrank and fell out before her awareness noticed that I had done that and turned away from her without ejaculating. She silenced, realizing what she had done. So much for her semantics, talking about “love” and “fucking”.

There was dead silence as she poised with no action. What to do next? Her cage was rattled. “Oh, sweetie!” was all she could say as she struggled to reach me again. I felt like shit and needed love and attention.

No more words and mental exercises. Time to hold me and give me real loving, not just genital connections under the circumstances. Her skills came into play and her own feelings began to surface again as we reconnected together.

No more thoughts of her body being shared with a past lover. No more probing back like we’d done the night before. No more anything but loving each other, real “loving”. That’s what I needed and she really did too. We joined and kept joining until the energy was satiated. That was what we needed to reconnect our commitment to each other.

By noon the next day we were both drained and hungry so we fed each other and I looked at her as “my woman”. The re-bonding was terribly important. This was now and Roger was a different thing in the past, some history that we’d relived enough, at least I thought so.

We let our life focus on each other for a while as our feelings got cemented together again and neither one of us thought about doing a porn video for quite a while. Life was keeping us busy as it was. No special adventures needed, thank you!

But then her younger sister came to visit and said she had a video a boyfriend had shown her. “Hey Angie, my boyfriend says this looks a lot like you, an amateur even. What do you think?”

The older sister struggled to keep a straight face, “How can that be me, after all?” It was a real one using a cameraman and not supposed to be put out on public. So much for the filmmaker boyfriend! I lied too.

The subject got changed and the sisters chattered away and I had things to work on myself but that bothered us while the sister was here. No, the sister wasn’t stripped in our bed as a sex machine for us to ravish either. Life wasn’t quite like that, or so we thought.

And then another circumstance had a gal friend make a similar comment about something she’d seen on the web too. Teased Angie about being a video star and wished she could look so sexy herself. Angie denied it again. This was annoying us some more now. How was it getting out in public?

I suggested that Angie have her hair colored and a different style to change the whole appearance. That would help. She decided to make the changes and redo her appearance. Would dress up her appearance anyway and I thought that seemed to improve her looks. Good!

Time to get away too. The changed looks were a nice dress-up and Angie was flattered. It had been a change at the beach and guys were looking at her bod when I stood back and watched my spouse get ogled at. A few guys hit on her too and she was flattered for a change. She was horny and her crotch wet and ready for a good fuck! That turned her loose!

I noticed that her body seemed to be a bit more riled than usual. Just a turn on? Did her ego wind up? She was a bit more anxious than I was used to which I didn’t mind but was it aimed at me or just general being on the beach? I sure liked getting more laid than usual before we went to the beach.

I came back to find her by the water and her top was off, showing her lovely tits which drew guys who no doubt wanted to fuck her. I was back early but she didn’t see me and she was smiling with a couple of guys eyeballing her body. I didn’t know she would take her top off and I hadn’t expected that till then I noticed that her wedding rings were not visible. That rascally woman, wanting to tease the guys, or did she want to fuck them? My gonads began to swell as I noticed the swollen crotches of her audience. Her nipples were definitely swollen. I stayed out of sight.