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WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

My pelvic bone was starting to ache a wee bit. And I wasn’t anywhere close, due to the knee-trembling blowjob I had gotten not minutes before. My dick felt just fine, but….

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

She slammed on top of me, fury and passion and loss warring in her clouded eyes. We’d been married for 8 years, together for three before that, and I’d never seen her like this.

WHAM! Scream! WHAM! Scream!

She had her arms wrapped around my head, pulling me into her breasts as she pistoned furiously on top of me. I felt the tears hit the top of my head.

WHAM! WHAM!

You never forget your first love, do you? I know I never have—and neither had Sherri. They were young, in high school, together for two years. He was her first in every way. Distant college choices broke things up, as often happens. Years after college, they met again—and became good friends. I didn’t mind. They were just good friends. I liked Pete, he was a good guy.

WHAM! ERIC! WHAM! ERIC! WHAM! OH GOD ERIC!

It was a heart attack. Pete was only 38. It was almost a good thing that his marriage had ended up in divorce two years ago, and he left no kids. It’s harder when you leave a family.

It was hard enough on Sherri.

The funeral had been today.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! OH FUCK ERRRRIIIICCCCCCCC!!!!!

She came, and howled, and screamed, and cried, and wailed. I held her, and let her. I came into her myself, but barely noticed.

She needed to feel as alive as she could. I understood that. Today, I understood that.

"I love you," she whispered after the storm had passed.

--the end—