Sue, Twenty Years Later
"How about this
one, Dee?" Sue posed in a sundress patterned in swirls
of various
greens.
"It's lovely, Sue, but I really do think you're
thinking this through far too seriously." Deanna was Sue's sister.
"He's your
husband."
"A husband who last saw me when I was
twenty four,
Dee!"
No one seemed to understand how she felt.
Sue's husband Bobby had been an agent of United States intelligence and had been kidnapped
on a mission somewhere south of the border and held prisoner
for twenty years. It was a long time, and a
lot had
changed.
Sue had learned to live on her own again
after four years of intensely intimate marriage. She had been
told time and time again to assume that Bobby had passed away.
She had never done that. She had never really moved on.
She was still married to her one
love. She lived in a different house, though, in a
different town, and had had no contact with Bobby's family for
at least a decade. She had gone back to school and gotten a degree in
communications, and now worked writing advertising for a local cable company.
She had a dog and a cat, and she had
become a
Catholic.
Not only home, but the world had
changed. There was no trace of a cold war. There was an
internet. There
was a black president. There was no
Johnny Carson. There was no real Guns'n'Roses, but there was
a Lady Gaga. The Olympics were every two years, alternating, not
every four years. There had been 9-11 and a Tsunami and a Hurricane Katrina. The
world was not the same, and Bobby wouldn't even have the
shelter of a familiar home to curl up in and
learn to
cope.
There were probably a lot more serious
concerns, but Sue couldn't stop fretting over the fact that Bobby
must still think of her as she had been at twenty-four. He'd
never seen her at forty-four. She wasn't the same hot
plaything she might have once been. She had put on
some weight, and while she wasn't fat
and saggy, she wasn't thin and perfectly tight anymore either.
She wore glasses most of the time. Her hair was shorter
and curly. Her complexion was still naturally olive, but she didn't tan. She thought she
was a pretty good looking forty-four year-old, but she knew she
had once been far closer to the smoking hot end
of the
spectrum.
When they had still been married . . .
Or rather, before he had been kidnapped . . . They
had been almost addicted to their bedroom, and had gotten quite nimble and expert at
pleasing one another's bodies. She hadn't had sex since he'd left,
and she wasn't entirely sure her body would remember how
to do
it.
She had masturbated quite a bit. For a
long time, she only thought of Bobby, but as his memory became more
distant, it became more difficult to keep out the stray celebrity or
man-on-the-street
who drifted into her mind. Those eventually
moved on from drifting into her mind to drifting onto
her computer screen. They had then morphed into porn, which she
had at first found very uncomfortable and somewhat disgusting, but her body had responded to
some of it, and as she learned the difference between good
porn and bad porn, she became a habitual viewer of
the good
porn.
That had led to erotic chat, and shared
masturbation experiences watching the same porn, which had led to
cyber sex and role-playing, which had led to phone sex.
A
couple of times she had even done
cam-to-cam masturbation with men from the chat site. They had
certainly not disapproved of her body, but they had never seen
the younger her -- and they, frankly, were as lonely and hard up as she
was, and she meant barely a sixth of the compliments she
gave them, so she assumed it was probably the same
the other
direction.
That had all ended when she had
found out about Bobby being rescued. He'd been in a secure
hospital for about six weeks since. She hadn't even masturbated
during that
time.
And now, he was coming home. To
her. And she desperately wanted to look beautiful for him. But
her sister was being absolutely no help. "Dee, you are
terrible at
this."
Her sister
laughed. "Sue, he loves you. He hasn't seen you for years.
He will be happy to see you in whatever you
want to
wear."
"But I want him to break it
to him
slowly."
"Break what
to him
slowly?"
"That I'm not as sexy as I
used to
be."
"Sue,
you know Michael's friends all have crushes on you." Michael
was Deanna's
son.
"That's
hardly the
same!"
"You look great, Sue! The point is,
you look
great!"
"You're no help," Sue mumbled.
She went to change into another outfit. This time she went very casual. Tight jeans
and a tight white-shirt. As long as she was curvier, maybe
what she should do is show off those curves in
a flattering
way.
She didn't have a chance to
ask Deanna for her opinion. Almost the moment she was dressed,
the doorbell rang. Steeling herself with a deep breath, Sue
opened the
door.
It was
him.
She gasped. Bobby was so much skinnier than he
had ever been. He had lost almost all of his muscle
bulk. His face showed the character of surviving a hard two decades. There was grey
at his temples and a few odd stands of it scattered
through his much thinner sandy hair. He was so beautiful
to look
at.
Sue clutched at him, embracing him so
hard he had no chance of getting kidnapped again. She hadn't
meant to, but she cried, her face against his chest. Bobby put one arm around
her waist and caressed the back of of her head. It
was so comfortable and familiar. It was almost like they
hadn't been
apart.
"Hi, Dee," he said softly
over Sue's
shoulder.
"Hi, Bobby." Sue could hear the tears in her sister's voice.
They had always been close. "I'll leave you guys alone, but
I wanted to see you come home. And I will
bring dinner
tomorrow."
"Thanks, Dee, it's good to
see you
again."
"It's good to see
you too, Bob. I can't wait for the kids to
meet their
uncle."
"Kids?"
"I'll fill
you in
tomorrow."
"Sounds
good."
After Deanna had left, Sue finally let go of
Bobby so that he could step all the way into
the house. Wordlessly, they walked to the
kitchen, and she poured some coffee. They sat at the
kitchen table and just looked at each other. Twenty years. They
had started dating when they'd been fifteen. They'd married as soon as he'd graduated college
at twenty-one. They had had three years of marriage. They had
known each other fewer than ten years. And now twenty
years had
passed.
The time hung
heavy between
them.
And Sue
was scared. Terrified. She'd been concerned about
how she had changed, but she wondered how he had
changed. Had he fallen in love with someone else? A fellow
captive? A female guard? A prostitute? Had he given up on love altogether? There was
no accounting for how much could change in twenty years, and
Sue would not blame him or hate him for any
of those
changes.
"Sue . . .
" he finally said, sounding uncertain of what he was
preparing to
say.
"Yes?"
"Sue, you
look so
beautiful."
Tears formed in Sue's eyes. "You always were
a nice
guy."
"I mean it, Sue." There were tears in
his eyes, too. "I've missed you so much. I won't lie,
Sue, I didn't think I was ever getting out of there, and I tried to
make myself fall in love with a female journalist who they had,
too. But I couldn't. You were in my heart. There
wasn't room for a journalist. Even though I knew you might
have remarried, and that would have
been fine . . . That didn't
change my own love." He was crying, but he grinned.
His smile was misshapen by a scar that twisted the left
corner of his mouth, but it was a dazzling smile just then. "And to find
out you hadn't remarried, and now seeing you, seeing that you're
just as beautiful as when I left . . .
Sue, it's
crazy."
"I love you,
Bobby, and so much has changed, but my love for
you never
changed."
"Please don't
think I'm a pervert, Sue, but all those other changes .
. . we can deal with those later. Can we
. .
.?"
"You mean .
. .
?"
Bobby reached across the table
and gently squeezed her breast through her shirt. "I want you
so bad right now, Sue, it's hard to think straight
about anything
else."
"Anything else but . . .
?" Sue
teased.
"You flirt," he chuckled moving his hand to
her other
breast.
Sue's response was to grin at him, keeping eye contact through
her glasses, as she dropped to her knees. She scooted his chair just a little,
turning it more towards her. Still grinning, still staring into his
eyes, she lowered his zipper. "The first one is on
me," she
cooed.
Bobby tried to say something, but her hand
was pulling him out
of his boxers, and he could manage
no words. He stared at her, eyes wide, as she
bent down to kiss his manhood. It was full and heavy
and her cool, moist lips brought warmth to it quickly. She stroked the top of
the shaft just a little as she kissed the bass and
palmed his balls with her other hand. He was hard
in no
time.
"Sue, it's been so long," he warned her. "I
am definitely not the man you remember. I won't last
worth a
damn."
His wife reached out with
her tongue and licked her way around his erection entirely the entire thing, from base
to tip, including his sack, was glistening with her saliva. He
was swollen to bursting and there was already a slight
flow of
precum.
"I don't care how
long you last," she assured him. "I just want you
to feel
good."
With
that, she took him into her mouth
and proceeded to bob her head on him. Her lips
were wet and tight, allowing just enough freedom of movement for
his hardon to slide in and out. He was definitely not going to last long.
Just a little of that, and he was already clutching at
her curly hair and humping against her face. He needed
to cum
badly.
Sue slid off him and ran
her tongue around the hot, engorged head of his manhood. "I
want to see you cum, baby. I want to see
you feel
good."
Bobby could only grunt and growl as her
tongue finished him off,
and she watched him explode. The first
shot or two went straight up in the air and
landed in her air. Most of the rest painted her glasses
and her lips. When he had finished, she took his hand, and helped him to
his feet. "The next one you have to work for," she
told him with a giggle. "Let me show you where
the bedroom
is."
She took him to it and then
stepped into her walk-in closet to change into some negligee
for him. She chose a black lace gown, and didn't bother
with anything underneath it. When she re-emerged, he had stripped to his undershirt and his
boxers, and was waiting on the bed, playing with himself. When
he saw her new outfit he played with himself a
little more
aggressively.
"You're so
sexy," he
breathed.
Sue was a little embarrassed by how
concerned
she had been about his reaction to
her appearance, but she didn't dwell on it. She simply
crawled up into bed beside him and kissed him. She played
with his lower lip in her mouth, then his upper. Then she drew his tongue
in and toyed with it. Then she rolled onto her side
and looked at him. "Show me how sexy I am,"
she dared
him.
He rolled to her and kissed her
mouth firmly before kissing her ears and then her throat. It
was a strange sensation for both of them. It was like their first time all
over again, but even so it was all so familiar. It
was like losing your virginity to someone you'd made love
to many
times.
He left a hickey on each of her shoulders,
lowering the straps of her gown as he did. He then worked to
pull her left breast out so that he could nibble on it.
His kisses there were gentle but passionate.
As her nipples hardened, he took it between his tongue
and his upper teeth and played with it. It actually got
even harder, and he swirled his tongue around it before sucking the tip of her
breast into his mouth. He sucked with a lot of pressure,
but he used his tongue to massage her softly at
the same
time.
Sue wriggled with pleasure then gave out a
great moan as
his hand pried her thighs apart and
dug through her dark bush. She welcomed it and her
wriggling become writhing which nearly turned into bucking as his mouth
continued to ravage her left breast, covering its surface in love-marks and his two fingers
rubbed masterfully at her clitoris in circular motions, almost but not
quite pinching the little bud between the fingers. Just how
she liked
it.
The twenty
years just
disappeared.
Sue reached down and was
pleased to see that Bobby was getting hard again. Desire and
long abstinence seemed to compensate for age. Normally she wouldn't care, but tonight, she was
very glad. She rubbed at him, so soon there was a
flurry of hands between their legs and of his mouth
on her
breast.
The moment he was hard, though, she snapped at him to
take his clothes off. He did, eagerly, all the while watching her pull her lacy
gown off and stretch to put her glasses on the nightstand.
He attacked her then, kissing her her back, her hip,
her butt
cheeks.
Sue giggled like
a younger woman, and said, "Not now. Now I want
you inside
me."
And
so she pushed him to to his back. She knew
she would be painfully tight, so she took a small touch
of lube from her dresser and rubbed it around the head of his hardon. As
soon as she had, she lifted herself and mounted him. He
pressed up firmly, and she pressed down. Together they made
their bodies
merge.
"Oh
god, I forgot how good this felt!" Bobby exclaimed pulling her
mouth to his and beginning to move up and down
below his
wife.
"Me too, baby, me too," she whispered into
the kiss.
She never penetrated herself when she masturbated.
She had the lube for breast-play. It had been twenty
years since she had felt anything like this. He felt so
big between her inner walls as they swelled tighter and tighter. Her breasts pressed into
his chest as she rocked her hips on him and moved
her body back and forth. Their motions were different, but
they harmonized
perfectly.
More than that, just the feeling of another human body inside her was incredibly. She
had forgotten how powerful the emotions around that intimate connection of
flesh within flesh was. It was a complete experience, and
it was
overwhelming.
She could feel how wet she was getting. She
could feel him moving with greater ease, even though she was swollen so tight inside.
As she rubbed her thighs on his, she felt her own
wetness on his skin. His thrusts became harder, more perfectly
directed into
her.
Sue had
forgotten what it was like to climax
during sex, and she found herself surprised when it started.
The consistent attack of his manhood on her tender insides did
not ease up as her body was shot through with bright, white pleasure. This drove
her to a series of highs that were so rapid and
so escalated, that she collapsed on him, immobile, unable to
withstand any
more.
Bobby kept stroking
himself in her, but much slower, trying both to last and to avoid causing her
any more discomfort. It only took her a moment to recover,
and then she kissed him. "There's a mirror on the
closet," she
murmured.
He knew what she meant.
"Are you
sure?"
"I've never
been more
sure."
"Oh,
Sue."
They quickly rearranged themselves so that she was
on all four, her breasts hanging down obscenely. Bobby got behind
her and kissed her labia, tasting her juices on them. They both groaned and he
almost abandoned all else to spend more time doing that, but
Sue stopped him with a light-hearted scolding -- "Get back
in me,
dork."
Bobby caressed her backside.
"Your ass is so beautiful, Sue." His hands slid to her hips, and held on
as he inserted his erection into her womanhood from behind. From
this position he always went hard and fast. It was
a rough
pounding.
He looked in the mirror to their left.
Sue looked, too. She smiled at him. He had always wanted
this. He had always said
her body was was gorgeous in this
position, and that she moved so sensually, and that her
breasts hung so pornographically, that he wanted to see this. He
wanted to watch it in a mirror. Sue had always objected, saying it was was
just a little naughty for her. They were making love, not
making a porno. It was about how it felt, not
how they
looked.
But she knew he wanted it. And she
loved him so much right now that she wanted top
give him
this.
And as she watched his body slam against hers, all the
while she was swaying gracefully back and forth and her tits
hung like a whores, she had to admit that it
was incredibly
erotic.
Bobby was able to keep a steady pace, stroking in
and out of her. First, rubbing along her left wall. Then,
along her right. Then, angling across the top wall down.
And then
repeating.
After a while his hands gripped at her hips,
and he began to grunt deep in his throat. She knew
he was about to cum. "All of it," she said.
"The rest,
too."
Again, he knew what she meant, and she could
see in the mirror
that he didn't believe she was willing
to go this far for him, but he was too
close to climax to have a conversation. He immediately pulled out
of her and they both watched in the mirror as his fist flew rapidly up
and down his shaft for only a few seconds before he
exploded with another load, painting her butt cheeks with his
sticky white
lust.
After the last spurt, Sue
rolled onto her back and welcomed her husband into an embrace.
"All of a sudden, it doesn't seem like twenty years,"
she told
him.
"No, it
doesn't," he agreed. Then he laughed. "But let's not wait
another twenty
years."
Sue laughed, too, and hugged him tightly.
"Welcome home,
Bobby."
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"Sue, Twenty Years
Later"
A Romantic Erotica
by Alice Shayne
Copyright, 2010
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