His and Hers - Breaking up is hard to do (MF, cheat)

Dammit.  She slapped me again.  Every time I try to touch her in
bed anymore, she slaps my arm, or slaps my arm and says
"Tomorrow."  And then tomorrow comes and goes and nothing
happens.  And then the next tomorrow and the one after that. 
What is it about me she finds so repulsive that she no longer
wants me to touch her?  What?

"What is," I whispered and then paused.

"What is what?  What is what?  Are you talking in your sleep
again?"

"No, I'm not talking in my sleep.  What is it you find so
repulsive about me Tina, that you no longer want me to touch
you?" I asked.

"I'm just tired."

We lay there in silence.  Tired, I thought.  You came to bed 30
seconds ago and now you're tired?  I rolled over away from her. 
She did the same and we continued to lay in silence.  Tired, my
ass.  We both fidgeted for awhile, saying nothing.  Thirty
minutes later I heard her gently snoring.  I had a lousy night's
sleep.

The next morning I went for my usual early Saturday work out at
the fitness center.  Normally I had the place to myself at that
time, but Betsy was there this morning.  We chatted briefly,
before, during and after my work out, just idle chit chat.  My
wife was up and about when I got back and I found her sitting in
the living room recliner after I finished my shower.  Just
sitting, not watching TV or reading a magazine.  We glanced at
each other as I went about my morning activities - doing my
laundry, working on the computer, other stuff.  She made me some
lunch, something she hasn’t done since I can hardly remember. 
For most of the day, she just sat in the recliner.  When the ball
game came on in the evening, she was still in the recliner,
watching the game, eating popcorn.

****

What did he mean "repulsive?"  I don't find him repulsive.  I
just hate that he brought me here.  I hate this town, I hate all
the people and I hate my annoying, busybody neighbors, especially
those widows at the end of the street.  I don't think he's
repulsive, but why did he accept that job transfer?  He could
have found another job where we were, in our hometown, where we
grew up, where my family is.  Sure, we would have taken a
financial hit, but so what?  At least I would still be with my
friends and family, and not stuck in this shithole of a town.

Did he really think I found him repulsive?  After 35 years I
would've thought he could read me better than that.  Maybe I've
hurt him in some way I don't understand.  Maybe I should let him
fuck me tonight to let him know its okay.

****

I was asleep when her fingers poked the ribs in my back, waking
me in a jolt.  I rolled over and found her already naked.  She
hadn't come to bed naked since our honeymoon.  I always had to go
through the ritual of removing her pajamas whenever she wanted to
fuck.  After a long kiss, also unusual, she pulled the top of my
briefs down to my thighs and, in yet another surprise, took my
rapidly stiffening cock into her mouth.  She hadn’t done that
since our honeymoon either.  Was this a new Tina?  Had she come
to some realization about my not being repulsive, such that she
needed to make it up to me?  Or was she just feeling guilty? 
After about 2-3 minutes of her working my cock head with her
tongue and lips, I was close to cumming.

"I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that."

I wasn't surprised when she rolled off of me.  She never did like
the taste of cum.  The one and only time she tasted mine, she
spit it out.  She quickly rolled over onto her stomach and waited
for me to enter her pussy from behind.  I knew she liked that
position.  It was the best one for my cock to rub her g-spot. 
That was okay with me, my cock would cum no matter what position
we used.  At least with this one I got to finger her asshole at
the same time, something that sometimes drove her to a more
intense orgasm and something that sometimes she didn’t care for,
probably because she thought it was 'dirty'.  Oral sex was
apparently also 'dirty'.  I only sucked her to an orgasm once,
when we were still in college and, as I recall, she came hard. 
But after that, she always pulled me up by the ears whenever I
tried to stick my mouth between her thighs.  No chance of even
trying that tonight with her lying on her stomach.

Three nights later, I got another slap when I touched her. 
Dammit!  Same old shit.

****

"I'm not sure I should be in here," he said, nervously looking
around the bedroom.

"Larry, I told you, he won't be back till 9.  He always goes to
the fitness center every Saturday and Sunday morning and he's
been doing that for the past 35 years.  He's as predictable as
the sun rise.  Besides, if he comes home early, we'll hear the
garage door open and you can get out through the patio door
before he comes in."

I got down on my knees.  "Now get over here and stick your dick
in my mouth.  I want to swallow your cum.  And the sooner I get
to do that, the sooner you’ll get to fuck me and make me cum
too."

****

It was Saturday and Betsy was using the stair climber, while I
was next to her on the elliptical machine.  We were both working
up a good sweat, doing intervals, the only two people in the
room.

"You say Tina doesn't like it here?"

"No, she blames me for bringing her here.  It wasn't my fault
Katrina damaged the plant I was working at so badly that my
company decided not to rebuild it.  They only offered transfers
to a few of us.  Everyone else got terminated.  My options were
to move here, move to New York or find a new job.  A new job
would have meant a pay cut and hurt my 401k and pension.  I sure
as hell wasn't going to New York, so I took the transfer to here.
She's hated me for it ever since, for taking her away from her
family and friends."

"How do you know she hates you, Mike?" she asked.

"Well, less sex for one thing.  It became almost non-existent the
moment we moved here.  Maybe once every 2-3 months.  Hell, I knew
we were going downhill, drifting apart, long before then.  On our
20th anniversary she stayed up till 2 watching a home shopping
channel instead of coming to bed with me.  The only reason I
tolerated it was because we had two daughters to raise and put
through college.  Maybe we were just too comfortable with each
other, too comfortable to care about our sex life.  Maybe we just
took each other for granted.  I don't know.  Most times now, I
just masturbate to relieve myself."

"I'm almost done, and I'm starting to dehydrate," she said.

"Looking at all of the sweat you've dripped onto the machine, I'm
not surprised."

"Would you like some Gatorade?  I have some at the house, it's
only a block from here."

"Yes, I'd like that.  Thanks."

****

I was lying on the bed, my legs spread wide.  Larry was unzipping
his jeans and staring at my pussy, his mouth hanging open.

"You shaved it," he said, stating the obvious.

"Yes I did baby, just for you."

"Won't Mike notice?"

"Hell no!  Are you kidding?  I never let him see me naked and he
never comes into the bathroom when I'm in the shower.  Probably
thinks he's respecting my privacy, or something.  Now hurry up
and get over here.  I want you to eat it, all of it.  The sooner
you make it cum the sooner you get to fuck it."

****

Another Saturday morning, after a long week of work and an even
longer week of being ignored by Tina, I had left the house
earlier than usual to get over to Betsy's, before the sun had
come up.  She was sitting on my lap in her living room.  My
erection was straining to get out, but her ass was holding it
down.  I massaged one nipple at a time with my lips, occasionally
making her squirm whenever I nipped at it with my teeth.  Her
thong underwear were soaking wet as I circled her clit underneath
the fabric with one of my fingers, going round and around again.
The musty aroma of sweat and pussy juice permeated the air around
us as her moans grew louder.  It only took a few minutes before
she clenched her arms tightly around my neck, tipped her head
back and shivered, then let out a low scream and finally, unable
to hold herself up, collapsed into my arms, panting hard.

I held her and looked into those deep green eyes of hers.  "Damn
you're beautiful," I whispered.  And I meant it too.  She really
was, even with that touch of gray hair around her temples in her
otherwise long, straight brunette locks.  That earned me a tongue
into my mouth as she caressed the sides and back of my neck.

"Sit back," she said after she released me.  She dropped her
thong to the floor and kicked it aside, pulled my shirt over my
head in one motion and stooped down beside me and peeled my
shorts and underwear off together, my erection almost hitting her
on the chin as it popped out.

Without speaking, she mounted my cock, slid the whole thing
into her pussy in one stroke, clasped her hands around the back
of my neck and stuck her tongue into my mouth again.  Mine
responded in kind.  After releasing the kiss, she looked into my
eyes, smiled and began rocking her hips up and down.

"No need to masturbate today," she whispered.  It didn't take
long for me to cum.

Later that afternoon, while working in the front flower and shrub
beds, I watched as Larry and a real estate agent erected a For
Sale sign in his front yard.

"Where you moving to, neighbor?" I asked.

"My company's transferring me back home, back to Baton Rouge."

"Damn, I envy you.  I still have a couple of years to go before I
can retire and we can move back to the family near New Orleans."

"Yeah, my family's all in Baton Rouge.  It'll be nice to get back
home again."

While eating dinner that evening, I suggested to Tina that we
should start doing some repairs and upgrades so we'll be ready to
put our house on the market when the time comes.  She wasn’t as
excited about the idea as I had expected.

****

Putting his house on the market hadn't left me in the best of
moods.  We were lying on the bed, naked, as he gently bit and
kissed my nipples, switching back and forth every minute or so. 
I was angry actually, and I needed some harsher treatment than
nipple nips to take my mind off of his leaving.

"Fuck me in the ass," I said in a half pleading, half demanding
tone of voice.

"You ever done that before?"

"Yes.  No.  Not really.  Mike and I tried it in college once, but
it hurt, so he never got it all the way in and we never tried
again."

"There's no reason it should hurt, at least not much.  I've
fucked lots of asses.  Once I get it in and starting rubbing your
nipples and clit, the pain will go away, trust me.  Stand up and
lean against the bed.  Where's that tube of lube?"

"In the drawer of the left night stand."

I flinched when he rubbed a glob of cold lube onto my asshole.

"Relax, relax," he said softly.  "I'm going to work my fingers
in, first one, then two, then three.  Each time I pull them back
out, I want you to gently push out with your ass muscles.  You're
ass will soften up in no time."

I did as he asked and he was right, my ass was good and loose and
his fingers were easily moving in and out within a couple of
minutes.  I felt the head of his dick nudge up against my waiting
hole as soon as he pulled his fingers out for the last time.

"Relax," he whispered, one hand pressed against my stomach and
the other guiding his dick, "Relax."

The mushroom popped in with just a slight push.

"Does that hurt?"

"No, not really."

"Good.  I'm gonna slowly work the entire shaft in, pushing back
and forth in short strokes.  Let me know if you feel any pain and
I'll stop for a moment."

Just a few moments later, his balls were pressing up against my
pussy lips.

"God that feels good," I whispered.

"Okay, here we go.  I'm gonna start stroking.  We're both gonna
cum.  If I cum first, I'll keep going till you cum too."

One hand was massaging my clit.  The thumb and forefinger of the
other was tweaking one of my nipples, sending flashes through my
breast.  He was pumping, slowly at first, then faster, harder. 
My whole body was convulsing.  We came at the same time.  Both of
us let out a soft cry before my knees buckled and we collapsed
onto the bed.  I felt like passing out in the after glow that
followed.

****

"We need to talk," I said.  She had just come to bed, and, as
usual, I had already been there for an hour.  I rolled over to
face her as she lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling.

"This slapping me all the time has to stop.  And withholding sex
from me is not making things better."

"You already know why I'm mad.  You already know I hate this
place," she replied coldly.

"How many times do we have to have this conversation?  We agreed
this was temporary, we agreed we would retire back to New
Orleans.  That's less than two years from now.  It's only two
more years."

"I don't care, I've had enough.  I don't want to spend two more
months in this shit town."

"What do you mean?  What other options are there?  I can't quit
now, it would mess up my pension."

"I don't care, I want out of here.  I thinking of leaving and
going home."

"What?  You would leave me and throw away 35 years of marriage
for a measly two more years?"

"Yes."

I was stunned.  She hated this place so much that she would
sacrifice our marriage to get out of here?  We lay in silence for
a few moments while I thought about that.

I responded slowly and as explicitly as I could, "If I don't quit
now and move back to New Orleans, you're going to continue to
deny me sex, continue to deny me that shaved pussy of yours and
maybe even leave me?"

She looked startled.  "How did you know I shaved..."

"Those see through panties you bought three months ago.  I
understand your wanting to feel sexy, but if you're not going to
share it with me, what's the point?  You're willing to throw away
the 35 years we've both invested in this marriage, unless I quit
now?"

"Yes.  Quit now."

I was still stunned.  After a few minutes of silence between us,
I got up, went into the living room and sat down.  I repeated the
conversation over and over again in my head, analyzing every
word, every phrase, every sentence for its meaning and
implications.  I eventually fell asleep, more or less, on the
sofa.

****

We were sitting in the living room.  He was giddy, I wasn't.  I
wasn't in the mood for sex.

"I sold my house.  I should be moving in about 3-4 weeks.  You
obviously don't seem thrilled for me," he added, staring at my
frown.

"I gave Mike an ultimatum about leaving here and I don't think
he's going to take it.  I may have just destroyed my marriage. 
And now you're telling me you're leaving and I'll still be stuck
here by myself."  Tears were building in my eyes.

"From what you've told me, it wasn't much of a marriage."

"Don't say that!" I yelled and then composed myself.  "It wasn't
all bad.  We've been married for 35 years and knew each other
even before that.  And I think I've just thrown it all away,” I
said quietly as my voice choked and tears began for run down my
cheeks.

He moved over to hold me.  "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to belittle
your marriage.  I've just never been with one woman any longer
than 5 years.  I'm sorry."

A wave of relief passed over his face as I nodded, acknowledging
his apology.

"Come with me," he whispered.

"What?"

"Come with me.  I love you.  I mean it.  Leave all this and come
with me."

The 'I love you' startled me for a moment.  Could I do that,
could I give up my marriage?  Could I throw it away?  Throw it away
like an old electric blanket that no longer works?  No longer gives
warmth?  Or should I try and fix it?

"I don't know if I can do that, Larry.  I don't know," I replied
as I collapsed into his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.

****

"She's going to leave me," I said.  I was sitting on the edge of
her couch, with her sitting behind me, her arms wrapped around my
chest, the side of her head resting between my shoulder blades. 
"I think its over, I think my marriage is going down the drain."

"It wasn't all your fault," she whispered.

"How do you know that?  How do I know that?  Maybe I didn't say I
love you often enough, or respond to her frustrations in the
right way, or make enough of an effort to comfort and understand
her.  Maybe it is all my fault."

"You've had no control over everything that's happened to you
over the past few years.  Neither of you has.  It's not all your
fault."  She paused for a few moments and hugged me tighter. 
"Stay with me.  Move in with me.  I have plenty of money.  Let
her have the house and the investments.  Let her do what she
wants and stay with me."

"Why would you want a loser like me?"

"Oh, stop.  That's not true and you know it.  I want you because
you know how to make a long term commitment.  I want you because
I love you."

The 'because I love you' caught me off guard for a moment.  She
didn't add that as a casual afterthought.  Only an idiot would
think she didn't mean it.  But 'long term commitment'?  How had I
succeeded at that?

"Long term commitment.  Yeah, right, that worked out real good."


"Stop it I said!  I told you it wasn't your fault.  Think about
it, please.  Please think about staying here with me.  I love
you."

She clasped her arms even tighter around me as I started to
gently sob.

****

"Last chance, babe.  The moving van is here and the crew arrives
in a few minutes.  I had them bring some extra wardrobe boxes,
just in case.  Yes or no?"

"Yes.  I've made up my mind.  Yes.  I'm coming with you.  I love
you.  I'll tell Mike as soon as he gets back."

"You want me to be here with you when you tell him?"

"No, that would be too cruel.  I'll tell him myself, when he gets
back."

****

A moving van drove by me on the street as I made the short walk
to Betsy's.

"Have you decided?"

"Yes, yes I have.  I'm going to move in with you."

We hugged each other, tightly.

"I love you Michael," she whispered.

"And I love you Bets," I replied.

She stepped back from me and pulled her t-shirt up over her head.
When I made a move to do likewise, she grabbed my wrists.

"Wait, not yet," she said.

She slowly and methodically removed her remaining clothes one
piece at a time, her bra, her shorts and finally her panties. 
When I reached for my shirt, she again stopped me.

"I'll do it," she whispered.

She stooped down, removing each shoe and sock in turn, followed
by my shorts and my briefs.  She paused and momentarily took my
cock head into her mouth, swirled her tongue around the tip, gave
it a quick, sloppy suck then stood up and pulled my shirt up and
off.  Taking me by the hand, she led into the bedroom and lay
down on the still unmade bed and pulled me down on top of her. 
She was already wet between her thighs and I slipped my cock in
slowly and smoothly.

"Go slow," she said, "and keep your eyes open.  I want you look
at me as we do it."

My strokes were slow, but of random length, some short, some
longer, my cock head almost falling out before sliding back in. 
We let the orgasm build slowly, gently exchanging kisses at
first.  Her moans were replaced by sharp exhales which were
replaced by sharp gasps.  Her hips began to press upward against
my slow thrusts.  I could feel the tension building in my balls
and ass muscles.  She suddenly broke eye contact, closed her
eyes, pressed her head back against the pillow and arched her
whole back up against my pelvis.  She shuddered and cried out
just as my cock, as well as the rest of my body, tensed in one
final spasm and squirted half a dozen shots of cum into her womb.

We rested for a few moments, my chin resting on her shoulder.  My
skin nerve endings were still sensitized.

"Look at me," she said, as she ran her finger tips over my ribs,
causing me to jerk sideways as a chill ran down my spine and
legs.

"Don't do that," I giggled, and retaliated by gently running my
finger nails down her side.

"Alright, alright!" she squealed, shaking her torso.

We exchanged some gentle kisses for a few moments.

"I should go.  I haven't told Tina yet," I said.  "I'll do that
as soon as I get back.  It won't take me long to pack.  I don't
have that much stuff of my own.  You have room in your closet?"

"I made room three weeks ago.  I've been staring at it ever
since, wondering, hoping you would say yes."

"Glad I didn't disappoint."

"You never disappoint," she whispered and kissed me again.  "You
never disappoint."




  
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