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"Men think about sex a lot differently than
women."
My wife cuddled closer.
"Why do you think that?"
I had interrupted our usual foreplay.
"Our heads just work differently, honey."
"How do you mean?"
"Well, like when you had that one nighter. . ."
"That was 15 years ago, I was 25, I hardly
remember that. . ."
"I know, but I know he does."
Her body was alongside, almost on, mine.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, sometimes, I'll bet when he's
alongside his wife, and nothing is
happening, he remembers."
"Do you think so, after all that time?"
"If he's any kind of a man, he remembers."
"Why should anyone remember
something like that, tell me that."
"Honey, he saw this beautiful woman in the
Hilton Lounge with tears in her eyes --"
"But my divorce just became final that day."
"I know, and you told him that, too, and he
stayed near you and talked to you, and
tried to comfort you, didn't he?"
"Yeah, he did." Her leg reached over mine,
she came closer still.
"You remember that you talked for hours."
"Yeah, we did, it was nice talking to a nice
guy after your husband leaves you for a
pretty 19 year old."
"We know your first husband was a jerk" --
that got me a hug -- "but this guy -- didn't
you say his name was Jake? -- made you
feel good, didn't he?"
"You know he did, I've told you that."
"But what happened then?"
"I told you what I remember, don't make
me repeat that story, it embarrasses me."
"It makes me horny -- I'll tell you what I
remember you telling me, and why I think
he'll remember what happened the rest of
his life."
"OK."
"Well, I remember you telling me you were
crying a little bit when you told him what
happened."
"Yeah that's right."
"And how you felt unattractive and ugly."
"That's right, too."
"Then, a ball game ended or something,
and a bunch of loud guys came into the
bar."
"You remember everything, don't you?"
"Yes, I think so: that's why I'm sure anyone
would remember."
"Well, I'll tell you when you get it wrong.
What do you remember me telling you?"
"That you liked the quiet and the dark and
Jake comforting you, and everything
changed when the lounge got noisy."
"That's exactly right."
"I forgot who suggested. . ."
"-- suggested we take a room there so we
could talk? He did."
"And you agreed?"
"Yeah, I agreed."
"Were you really that naive?"
"In my heart of hearts, no, I knew what was
going to happen."
"So he, no, the two of you went to the front
desk -- "
"Yeah, I stood there, and he got the room."
"What were you thinking?"
"That I didn't want to be alone right then,
that I wanted someone to think I was
pretty, things like that. I mean, the room
had to cost $150, and he thought I was
worth it."
"He did, didn't he?"
"Yes, he did."
"What happened then?"
"I told you about this before, all that I
remember."
"I knnow. I remember you told me he took you
by the hand, and you went to the elevators."
"That's right."
"And you told me he just held your hand all
the way up."
"Yeah, up the elevator, and to the room."
"And then?"
"Well, we went in."
"And?"
"I remember Jake was so nice, honey. He
turned the bathroom light on, and
everything else off. The room wasn't dark,
it was, well, just right, light enough to see
clearly, but not harsh."
"You just sat on the bed then, right?"
She moved closer to me, on her side
against me, I was on my back, her upper
leg over mine, even between mine.
"Yeah, for a while. He held my hand, we
talked, he told me in a couple of months
everything bad that happened that day
would be just like a bad dream."
"Then he kissed me. He told me that would
make this day a happy one for him."
"And you kissed him back, didn't you?"
"I did." She turned my head towards her,
and kissed me, mouth a little open, tongue
exploring a little. "I kissed like that."
"That's a provocative kiss, honey."
"I guess I wanted it to be."
”Pretty soon the two of you were on
the bed, weren't you?"
"Yeah."
"What happened?"
"Like I told you before, there was just some
kissing and hugging going on."
"He was a gentleman, wasn't he?"
"He was."
"Did he really keep stoking your cheek,
down to your neck, with his fingers?"
"God, you remembered even that!"
"I told you, any reasonable man would
remember, and you told me, so for sure I'd
remember. After all, you are my wife, I like
knowing what you remember."
"He always stopped caressing me at my
blouse's collar, though he never tried
anything like unbuttoning it."
"What did you think of him, that he was
weird?"
"No, just a gentleman."
"What then?"
"What I remember is, after a while, moving
away from him, and sitting on the edge of
the bed."
"And?"
"This is embarrassing. I grabbed at his belt,
and couldn't get it to unbuckle."
"That's funny."
"We were like two kids, I remember,
fumbling with each other's clothes, pulling
at things, making a mess of it."
"I like hearing this part," I told her.
"I know. By the time we were mostly
undressed we were laughing about it. He
couldn't figure out my bra clip, and nearly
fell over because his pants and shorts
were all around his ankles - it was the
funniest thing."
"But," I reminded her," but soon enough
you got everything off, didn't you?"
"Yeah, honey, soon enough I got naked,
and so did he. It's some story for a wife to
tell her husband -- it still embarrasses me."
"Go on, finish the story."
"Pretty soon we were beside each
other again on the bed."
"Naked, though, right?"
"Yeah, naked, and hugging and kissing,
and I could feel him poking at me with his
cock."
"Still a gentleman, though, right?"
"Yeah, not forcing anything."
"What do you remember then?"
"When we were undressing each other,
it seemed funny. Pretty soon he was on
top of me. That wasn't funny anymore,
that was very serious. I never wanted to
do casual sex like that."
"I remember you telling me about that,
too."
"Tell me," my wife said, "you finish the
story."
"You said you had your legs together, like
now."
I had rolled on top of her.
"That's right."
"And you opened your legs for him."
"I did, like this."
I felt her legs open.
"And I could feel his cock, just like your's
is, pushing between my legs, at me, at my
vagina."
"Oh yes," I said, feeling that wonderful
sensation.
"And I took it."
Her hands reached between us, and she
took mine.
"And lead it here."
It was against her, just parting her lips.
"I was so ready, he could move in, and he
did, nice and slow, and gently."
I did, too, slowly, enjoying the sensation of
feeling her envelope my erection,
accepting me into her.
"And I could feel him spreading me, and
getting way deep in me, and it was
wonderful."
"And you kept touching him, his cock,
didn't you?"
"I did, I had my hand between us, so I
could feel him moving in me."
"Didn't you tell me you could feel him
come?"
"I could, he got bigger, Jake got bigger,
and I could feel the pulse in his cock with
my hand, and in me, in my cunt, and he
emptied out it me."
"Was it good?"
"Honey, it was wonderful. He was a
wonderful lover that night."
By then I couldn't control myself, and I
emptied out into her, too.
"So you spent the night with him there, that
one nighter, huh?"
"Yeah, we did, and we made love during
the night, and that morning, too, a couple
of times. I felt good again, and pretty again,
he made me feel that way."
"It was quite a one nighter for you, then,
wasn't it?"
"I spell it double you -- oh -- enn, I won
that night."
"I guess we both did. I love you, honey.
Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Jake."
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Sometimes, stories write themselves. This
one was one of those. I hope it reads as
easily as it was to write.
tony.
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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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