Page 35 of Midlife Woes (Ex)

There was an opening for my face, and he put my hands in something that looked like stirrups. I was loose and half asleep by the time he started rubbing some kind of cream into my sore thighs. His hands felt marvelous as they worked the knots out of my flesh.

“Ease up.” I did as he asked so he could pull my panties off, but when I started to lay down again, he held me in place with my ass slightly elevated. Then his face and mouth were just there, and he was eating me out from behind.

I couldn’t escape his tongue because my hands were tied in that stirrup thing, so all I could do was take it as he drove his tongue into me until I screamed and came all over his mouth and chin.

I was close to tears because it felt so damn good, but not as good as what came next. He pressed a button somewhere on the contraption I was lying on, which brought me perfectly in line with his cock, and then slid that amputated leg into my snatch.

I almost felt guilty at how good he was being to me. Sex had become more of a chore in the later years of my marriage, but this this was no chore; this was something beyond my understanding. A woman in her early forties shouldn’t now be coming into her sexual awakening.

Now my breasts that he had tormented into submission rubbed against the softness of the table and tingled as he fucked into me slow and deep with each stroke. I wanted him to go faster, but he was in a teasing mood and just went at his own pace.

I glared at him over my shoulder, even pushed my ass back harder to give him a clue, but he just grinned and winked at me. “Bastard!” He spanked my ass, and I held still in shock. I’d never felt that before, now how to make him do it again?

“Is that all you got, young’un? Oh shit!”

“Too late to take it back now.” He spanked my ass red, and I cried and came from happiness while wishing it would never end. I felt his teeth in my back, and it made sense. He’s a damn vampire or werewolf hybrid or some shit that can be out in the sun because no man was that hung, and my luck isn’t that good. But when I looked at the mirrored wall, he was just a man.

“Damn, your pussy gets wet as fuck.” I know, I can hear it; I don’t need your commentary. He moved one of his hands from my hip to under my belly and held me in place, and that’s when the fun began.

I couldn’t move my hands or my feet other than to curl my toes, so I shook my head wildly from side to side. I always wondered what made women in movies do that. Now I know. My whole body was one huge tingle from head to toe, with most of that sensation concentrated between my thighs and somewhere deep inside where his cock was battering away at something.

He leaned over and put his lips to my ear, and even that made my pussy tense up and release. “Later, I’m going to womb fuck you; I’m just stretching you for now.”

What the fuck? What the fuck is a womb fuck, and why does it sound so good and yet so scary? Either way, I’m down, so bring it.

JOLENE

Ihadn’t seen one indoor staff member, but there was food on a serving tray in the bedroom that we’re gonna talk about later when I have all of my faculties back. Halfway between stuffing my face with tiger prawns in some kind of sauce that should be illegal, I had a thought.

“Is this how you treat all your dates?”

“You’re not a date; you’re my woman.” Well, okay, damn. “And to answer your question, no, I don’t. You would be the first.”

“What about the woman you were engaged to?”

Oh shit, that sounded snarky and a little bit jealous, maybe? “I see you Googled me, huh? You’re talking about Tara; no, I think these are things you have to feel with the right person because I’ve never wanted to do any of this with anyone.”

“I’m not a virgin or a saint, but I’ve never brought anyone out here because this is my home. My mother comes here at least once a year, so this place is treated with respect and dignity. It’s not a bachelor pad or a hotel room. That’s where I usually take women that I have no interest in beyond a quick fuck.”

I couldn’t tell if he was angry or not. He didn’t sound or look it, but his words left me in doubt. “Since today is the first real day of our very long relationship, I didn’t want to spoil the occasion with talks of the past and whatnot, but I’ll tell you all about Tara and anything else you want to know soon. Now eat, and stop imagining whatever bullshit is going through your female brain.”

I’m not sure, but that sounded like an insult. “I hope you didn’t have anything planned for tomorrow because you’ll be staying here tonight.”

“Do you ever ask, or do you just dole out orders?”

“The latter. I don’t have to ask my woman shit. If it’s good for her, I’m just gonna do it.”

I can’t figure out if he’s crazy or if I’ve lost my mind because that sounded like a plan to me. I’m always the one in control, the one planning and making the decisions. Someone else wanted to do that shit, have at it.

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I don’t thinkhe sleeps, and he must be on something because I’m pretty certain we made love all night. Okay, no, sometimes we made love, maybe thirty percent of the time. The rest of the time, he pretty much fucked me, and now I’m so confused I don’t know which way is up.

I always thought a lady was to be treated with care and slightly restrained passion in bed. Nope, give me the hair-pulling, ass spanking, teeth in the neck mauling that made up seventy percent of my night.

In the morning, I didn’t do shit for myself; I couldn’t anyway, even if I wanted to because my legs were like Jell-O. I couldn’t feel my bones, and I think at some point during the night, I’d hand-walked to the bathroom to pee.

When he dragged me into the shower, I tried to get the water to hit the cooch in the right spot to ease the ache, but it wasn’t quite getting it. He took me back to bed but I guess we were done for the foreseeable future because he got dressed for work while I was laying sprawled out on the bed where he'd left me.

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