Journal of a Journey - Book #136

We made love several times last weekend including one time her climbing up on top and riding me until I felt her wetness dripping down my cock and balls as she came many times before rolling herself off of me and lying spread and then telling me, "now it’s your turn".

We had talked a lot and even as a beta, seeing her like that waiting for me spurred me on and I fucked her long and hard until it was my turn. In total, I filled 3 condoms with her over the weekend and she lost track of how many times she came while riding or enjoying my cock.


We talked a lot about everything and I get a feeling for where we are heading based on what we've decided.

Regarding condoms, we were both very honest and I told her that I genuinely liked how it felt to not cum in her and that it seemed to still give me the strangest satisfaction. She shared that she cums and orgasms intensely with me but admitted that not feeling me cum in her does keep her from some of her most intense feelings.

We both admitted that we both wanted her to feel that only with Paul and it was a bit of cuckold honesty when I told her that it turned me on that she would only feel that with Paul. She admitted that she liked that too.

I told her that her having been sexually active with other guys just turned me on so much and how it excited me that now only Paul’s semen and sperm were in her and that I knew it was a part of the extreme part of her orgasm. She in turn admitted that she enjoyed that too and liked that it made sex with Paul something special.

I shared with her my other thoughts including that for the first time since we've been together that I wanted her to fuck Paul this New Year's Eve and that I will wait till the next day. She was surprised but then thought about it and understood that I wanted to give up that moment with her and for her to give it to him. We joked with each other that, " … he'll be the one to ring in the New Year".


She shared that she loved how she was feeling about everything that had happened over the past 2 months and loved that she could escalate things with Paul now a little more. She has said that after Thanksgiving she wants to go to stay with him 2 nights in a row.

We talked about that and she said what she's said all along, that she wants to feel as though she can simply pick up where they left off the night (or morning before) and feel that 'rush' of knowing she'll be spending a 2nd night with her lover.

We talked about emotions and her feelings and she admits to feeling strongly about him but still insists that 'it is not love'. I asked about their pillow talk, either before or after sex, and she said that they never talk about each other in a possessive way.

I pushed and asked whether they talked about their future and she said, "Yes, they have. She admitted that he has said a few times that he wishes he could see her more or that they could do more. She then added that he also says that he knows we are happily married so as she put it, "he's content to keep fucking me".

One thing she did share was that she is now comfortable with letting him play with her ass as they fuck and push his fingers in while he's fucking her. I know from experience how that will make her gush at times and so I told her it turned me onto know that she'd finally let him do that to her.


We both agreed though that we need to fuck more often than either of us had thought. She was quite happy that I didn't want to or insist on cumming in her but last Sunday morning when we woke up and saw the mess in the room and the used condoms, she admitted that she'd missed having sex with me and loved how it felt to, "finally get back in bed with you".


When we talked about New Year's Eve it seemed like the timing would be just right, that every 2 months or so seems like the right time. She admitted that having sex with me was a lot more fun than she'd thought it would be and that she enjoyed being able to openly tease me when we were in bed together; that doing it during foreplay was a lot more fun and let her say and do more.

I told her it was easier for me too because I knew that I'd be having her and that for a change, the buildup was going to be followed by a good fucking.

So, it seems weird to say it but I'm looking forward now to either January 1st or 2nd as the next time we're going to fuck.


As we lay together falling asleep together on Saturday night we shared that we needed times like that, post-orgasm, together, and admitted that our original schedule of every 2 months was just what we both needed. The more we talked about it, the more we both were pretty open about the idea. (I had also admitted that even her sucking me doesn't get me to cum as intensely as I do when we have sex .. even with the condom). So she intends to continue on the same course as we have been on, and, if anything, she said that she feels even better about what she's doing with Paul knowing that I'm going to be more content this way.

I have to say that I want this now more than ever. That we reconnected so easily and so deeply was nice, feeling her let herself go like that. When she got on top was something that even she had said she wanted and needed to feel with me.

And yet at the same time, knowing she will again be his now until New Year's Day or so, that I will not have sex with her for Christmas or New Year, is also something we talked about and she said she understood it a bit more after we'd had the kind of sex we had together.

Even with her teasing me, it didn't diminish the intensity. When I told her how I was sure I was going to want her on those days knowing she would be with Paul and not me, she said that she had started to understand how denial can feel good and it was good for us to both experience it; how it feels even better now if we know that there's going to be a definite point to relieve it.

We are also talking about shifting our Wednesday night to a different night as she's expressed a desire to possibly spend Wednesdays at his place. She says that too is something that wouldn't start until after Thanksgiving.


It's been confirmed, we will be changing things around after we get through the Thanksgiving period.

We are going to move our Wednesday night fun to Tuesday and she is going to be seeing him most Wednesdays after Thanksgiving. She also said that she's going to begin seeing him more regularly on Wednesdays (hopefully).


With the weather still nice out I've again joked with her about being a golfer's-widow in that Paul insists on getting since he can before the season comes to an end. So it was that he was here again only for a quick visit arriving later on Saturday and again leaving before I was even awake in the guest room on Sunday morning.

Suzanna shared some of the things she likes so much about sex with Paul (inferring the difference with me) and one of them that turns me on very much is when she said that she likes that he will fuck her in the morning before he leaves. She told me quite explicitly that it is one of the things that she enjoys and that even though she sometimes doesn't orgasm as fully or as deeply as she would like, that nonetheless, she likes that he leaves her that way whenever they spend the night together.

It was with that thought in my mind that I went into our bedroom after Paul had left this past Sunday morning. She was almost back asleep when I slid into bed with her. Yes, the bed was still warm and it smelled like sex which just made me feel amazingly horny and wanting her. She felt the sheet move, moaned, and turned towards me and hugged me. I knew she'd be naked and when she rolled back over and spooned up with me it was the most amazing moment. I truly loved that she'd just had sex with him not more than 30 minutes earlier and that I could feel her naked body against me as she drifted back to sleep.

I imagined I could feel the wetness between us but in reality, I knew I couldn't. I had my boxers on and I know she could feel my hard cock nestled between her butt cheeks as we snuggled in and both drifted back to sleep. When we talked more when we woke up later she told me she liked that I could share the time with me in bed like we had and I told her honestly that I loved knowing she'd just had sex with him when I climbed in with her.


After being away with me the weekend before, I knew she'd be horny for him. So I was surprised when she waited for him to come over on Saturday instead of seeing him during the week.

She asked me for some alone time with him at first and they were quite passionate from what I could hear through the door it seemed (confirmed later on) that they went at it for a long time before they both came the first time (well, the first big time for her).

The thing was, after that they both came down wearing just our big fluffy bathrobes to the den and hung around with me for a while, Suzanna again had told me she wanted to feel okay doing this. Paul said he hoped I was okay with him using my robe and I told him as I'd said in the past that it was fine.

Suzanna looked so incredible, there is nothing more beautiful on her than the way she looks after she's had an intense orgasm and she knew that I was so turned on that she was naked and likely quite wet as she sat down on the couch next to Paul and joined me watching TV.

When she left to go get us some drinks Paul looked at me and asked me if I was okay with everything. I turned to him and said that I was feeling a little different now, so much so that I think it induced me to maybe talk to him more. I told him that I liked that he made Suzanna feel so good.

He, in turn, said that Suzanna had told him that we'd had a great weekend away and I joked with him that 'things worked well', referring a bit to the ED-ruse that Suzanna had started.

He smiled back and said that was good and said something about my 'getting to enjoy her sometime too' which made us both laugh.

She re-entered the room right around then and asked what we were laughing about and we both said the same thing about 'enjoying you' which made her blush.

I recall leaving the room at a TV commercial break at some point and returning a short while later to find them in a deep kiss and embrace on the couch the top of her robe was mostly open and it was clear he'd been playing with her breasts. They both stopped when I returned and she pulled the robe closed a bit and we all giggled when I said something to Paul about 'getting caught'. I laughed and said, "… only it's not the cookie jar you were in".

It wasn't long before they went back to their kissing and as it got more intense, she looked over to me and said softly, "We're going back upstairs now honey" As she got up, her robe opened a bit more and I knew I was right that he'd been fingering her. As she followed him out of the room she leaned over and said, "I'll leave the door open for you".

I did go up after a little while to watch and again I felt very comfortable walking in, first standing there watching them but then I also felt okay getting undressed down to my boxers and kneeling against the side of the bed by where they were. Even Paul seemed a bit more comfortable with me being there (or maybe it's in my head) as several times he pulled up and away from her clearly in a way to give me a better view of him fucking her. He commented at one point about it, "being cool that you want to watch".

I surely did want to watch and when the time was getting closer I felt much more comfortable moving to the foot of the bed, I'll even say eagerly, to be watching him fuck her. I love how she will pull not just her knees back but also her hips too. Sometimes he'd pull out of her with that fat knob of his making almost a popping motion but he'd be almost vertical as he pulled out of her completely and she just looked so enthralling and just so sexually beautiful for those few seconds before he'd start to push back down into her.

I knew he was getting closer and I honestly wanted to watch him at the point when he came in here and I wasn't disappointed. She has long regaled about how much he can cum including the second time and this time was no different. I wasn't masturbating or anything at the time as after the build-up down in the Den, I wanted to see her naked with him again and this was to be the culmination.

I watched intently as he thoroughly enjoyed her and, to be honest, I enjoyed watching and listening to them. I think my arousal factor has been raised a bit by focusing more when they are active instead of so much other time and seeing him thrust harder and faster into her and it was just amazing to watch. Hearing her gasping and moaning was almost musical in a way but it was the ending that I can say I not only wanted to see but in a way, I 'needed' to see it!

Sure enough, he thrust into her one last deep time, and then as I watched he clenched his body tight two, then three times followed by several more deep thrusts with two or three deep grunts from him.

A chill ran through me as I saw his cock visibly glistening with the last two thrusts before he stayed deep in her and she wrapped her legs around him.


Neither of our kids will be home for long over the winter break. One is going back to work early and the other is going back to school to take mid-semester classes, so we'll have the house back to ourselves (and Paul) sometime soon after New Year's. Both kids have already indicated they have their plans for New Year's Eve.

I think we are both feeling better too because we are both now comfortable talking about when we'll next have sex together and that'll be just after New Year. We both felt strongly about following through the holidays with how things are.

She's quite surprised and aroused herself at my decision and desire to forego sex with her during this holiday season. She, likewise, is interested in experiencing the dynamic of not having sex with me on Christmas or New Year's.

I know it sounds crazy but we seem to be falling into a more comfortable pattern now in many ways.


I am heading off to bed in the guestroom after leaving them in our bedroom tonight.

I think we are making a lot of progress. Not an hour ago I watched them passionately go at each other with her riding him till she moaned out loud and ground (ground?) herself against him until she let go with an incredible orgasm after which, she turned her head to me and shared a deep kiss from me, then she lay back and let him once again have his time with her.

Yes, I stayed with them tonight and knelt next to the bed next to her as she enjoyed herself. I cannot say how incredible it was to be touching her face shoulder and breasts as she orgasmed beneath him.

It was earlier in the evening that I admitted to Paul that I find myself getting so aroused by him cumming in her. Our conversation included a mention of 'ED issues' and she commented to me that Paul said he understanding of 'how it must be to have this problem' and, as part of what I shared with him, I told him that I was very aroused by knowing he was giving her the intimacy and pleasure that she deserves.

He shared with me that he felt like he was the luckiest guy in the world to have found her and how he'd never enjoyed sex as he does with her. I felt bad deceiving him about the reasons I was content for him to be fucking her but at the same time, my mention of ED issues seemed to give him the feeling he could tell me more.

This may have been a first since I talked with another guy (her college bf) about sex with her. I told him that I enjoyed knowing he was taking care of her as well as he was and I told him that I didn't mind and that, "I even enjoy knowing you are, you know, getting off in her".

He looked at me and sensing that I was serious smiled and said, " … she likes it when I cum in her, it's amazing and it’s so cool that you're good with it, I can't tell you .....".

I told him that I've gotten used to them now and that it 'feels comfortable' with him being with her and he smiled and, without my prompting, said, "She's amazing ..... thanks for sharing her like this," and then after a pause, he looked at me and said, " ...you don't have to worry.... she's your lady, I'd never want her for my own.... ".

(I think that Suzanna must have been listening in because she seemed to be taking a lot longer than I thought she would in the bathroom.)

Paul went on to say that for as long as I was happy sharing her, he was happy being with her. I told him in turn that I enjoyed sharing her with him and that I felt comfortable with it being him. From how he told me he cared for her, how much he liked her, I suspect it's a little more than 'like' but at the same time, as I'd said from long ago, he's very respectful of our marriage and he thanked me again for sharing her with him.

That exchange was interrupted with a, "Uh huh, so that's how it is" response from her when she came back into the bedroom. She had on just a silky loose-fitting lingerie top with a pair of skimpy panties beneath as she sat down on the bed and told us both that, "he doesn't scare me, it's my decision on who I want to share with". She then went on to tease me about, " … and what is it that you like so much baby?" and that's when I knew she had been listening in behind the bathroom door.


So it's, not 2 hours ago now I told Paul that I liked when he cums in her, and at her request, I added that I liked that he got to do that and I did not. I'll say now it may have been the wine talking but with that wearing off I now feel a little weird having gone along with all of that but, at the same time, it was fun saying it to him …. as crazy as that sounds.


When they started to kiss again and then get back into it, she motioned for me to stay with them and I did. Watching in closely gave me excruciating pleasure and angst; watching him bring her from just damp wetness to full-blown 'thrash against the pillow orgasm' was exquisite.

I can't even find the words to tell how incredible it was to be so close to her and him and to know that this one was for real and not something she was acting out in her mind. Seeing her writhe beneath him as I held her hand and for me to stroke her hair off her face, my god I loved it; hearing her moan so deeply and feeling her body tremble like it did, I know it was Paul fucking her but I loved being next to her. If anything it was even more intense for me as, without me even touching myself, I came so close to cumming.

Am I sick or crazy that I loved watching him cum in her? Whatever the answer, it is what it is.

I will say that after talking like we did for a few minutes I did feel far less self-conscious moving down to the bottom of the bed to watch them more closely; that when I knew he was getting close I just felt like I had to move down.

She must have cum already because everything looked so wet and I watched him just be so casual and comfortable with her as she hiked her leg up and when his hand moved to her pussy she let him slip one and then two fingers inside her. It was so erotic to see her give herself to him casually like that.

I was so taken by the sight of him playing in her wetness that I hadn't noticed that he'd somehow moved around and that she was now sucking his cock. When I did notice I decided that it was time for me to leave them alone and so I slipped away and went back downstairs to the Den.

I hear noises up in the kitchen. Is it her or it could be Paul? I'm going to go up now and see.


That was her in the kitchen and she was coming down to see me as she knew I'd be in our office and she knew that I would soon very likely be masturbating (she was so correct). The hall light came on and I heard her come down the steps and she came into the room still naked. She stood there and saw that I had my pants down by my ankles sitting at the computer and she came over to me.

My god, she smelled like sex the closer she got. She let me stare at her and I knew better than to think she'd want me to touch her, but it was weird that she just stood there to let me look at her for a moment. I knew she wanted me to look up at her face but for that first moment I just stared at her body and yes, her pussy was quite visible and somewhat swollen still.

She cleared her throat and said, " … you might want to save that till tomorrow …" as she motioned towards my swollen cock poking through my boxers. I looked up at her and she smiled, " … it’s up to you but I think you should wait". And so I went to my bed without taking care of business and didn't sleep very well at first but then I must have fallen away because it was Sunday morning already when I woke up.

I again heard noises upstairs and it was about 7 am or so and it took me a minute to realize where I was and what I was hearing. I pulled on my sweatpants and a shirt and I went up to find Paul in the kitchen pouring himself coffee in his travel mug. When he looked at me he said, "Hey..... sorry if I woke you ..... there's more, do you want a cup?" with the pot in his hand

I thanked him as he put poured me a cup he looked up at me and said something about me 'being a lucky guy' and added, " … she said that if I saw you I should tell you to go up to her".

I looked at him and he smiled and said quite calmly to me as if it was nothing, " … she might be back asleep by now but she still wanted you to go up if you wanted". Before I could say anything (as I was still waking up) he looked out the window and said, "Looks like a great day for Golf, don't ya think?"

I managed a 'yeah' while trying to think of what I wanted to say to him. A part of me wanted to ask him outright if he'd just fucked her but I knew that answer already so really, I just sat there, nodded, and said another 'yeah'.

He poured me a cup of coffee as he put the top on his travel mug and as I took a first sip and began to open my eyes he was already getting his stuff together. Next thing I knew he was next to me with his hand out and as I shook his hand he smiled and said, "Thanks Stef... not sure what more to say... she's amazing...." then as he turned to walk past me he said, "tell her I'll call her this week".

I'm not sure why I sat there and sipped my cup of coffee and watched him walk out to his car and then drive off but as I did I began to get very horny and thought about what he'd said about her wanting me to go up to her. So I did. The room was dark and from the sounds of her breathing, she was asleep. I slid off my sweats and shirt but left the boxers on and slipped into bed beside her.

I have to say it's such a crazy feeling to slide into my bed and feel it still warm from the heat from someone else, Paul. She moaned and moved a little as I slid across to her and I was almost scared to move next to her as I hoped and knew she'd be naked and I just wanted to feel her in my arms while she was still all warm and sleepy. I pushed my cock down between my legs as I felt the warmth from her and then I touched her naked back and shoulders and I just was so turned on.

She felt me and snuggled back against me and we lay together for a while. I wrapped my arm around her and she guided my hand to where she wanted it, not on her breast but beneath it where I could still feel the warmth and slight weight of it. She murmured to me, "... just sleep right now, okay baby....." and she snuggled back in.

I don't know if she realized the hard-on I had at the time but feeling her drift back to sleep so quickly seemed to make it all okay. I fell back asleep with her for a while and it wasn't until well after 9 am when we both woke up. It was very erotic lying there next to her but even more so, it was just a close moment for us to be waking up together like that.

I could tell from how she looked when she'd had good sex, her hair was all over the place but more than that, her breasts and chest still looked flushed and she was still very warm all over. The covers were just below her breasts as we lay there and all I could think about was what lay beneath them and whether he had fucked her before he left like he usually does.

She answered that question almost immediately by reaching for a tissue and saying as she dabbed away at herself, " .. the sheets have enough stains on them already!" She giggled as she then tossed the damp tissue into the trash.

It was a nice moment, sexual but not incredibly so. She looked at me and told me that they'd both been talking about me the night before. She said Paul had asked why I like to watch sometimes and she told him (continuing the ED cover) that it sometimes helps me to get hard and that kind of stuff. Hearing that made sense to me how some of what we talked about had come up seemingly out of nowhere; it also made sense why they seemed more open to me being in there with them. She also told him about us having gone away together and how 'sometimes it works' and that she'd enjoyed that she'd been able to make me feel so good.

She continued and told me that it was Paul who had asked how long I got turned on for and if I could 'get off' with her when I was turned on. She told him that it was good for me and she said that sometimes after seeing them that I can cum pretty quickly.

I didn't understand half of what she told me but the part that I did understand was when she said they talked about how when she's been with him she doesn't want to feel sexual with me and wants to enjoy just him. It surprised me when she said that it was he who asked her about me, whether I could in fact 'get off' quickly; whether she might like making me feel good.

This was something that we had been talking about during the week and I was a little surprised that she'd shared and talked with Paul about this and our weekend away, that while I did truly get her to cum, she also felt a lot of pleasure in knowing she'd made me feel good.

No matter, it was a very erotic moment lying there with her and talking like this so I was happy to continue. She turned onto one side and up on her elbow and said that she'd been thinking and that maybe completely excluding me sexually wasn't the best thing for us.

She said after talking with Paul that maybe she's being a bit too selfish and she looked at me and said, "If you want to have sex with me more often, we can do that." She then proceeded to tell me that after she's been with Paul, that for a few days, she wants to enjoy the feelings of having been with him (I knew that) but then she looked at me and said that it wasn't fair that she wasn't sharing that more with me and that Paul was right, that she had enjoyed me cumming with her.

She looked at me and said that on days like this ( meaning yesterday ) that if I wanted to wait and not masturbate if I was going to be quick enough that she would be up to let me fuck her. Before I could say anything she quickly added that, " .. I don't want you to make me cum .... this is just for you ...."

She said that Paul had also sort of made her feel guilty because of what they do in the mornings before he leaves; when she also admitted that sometimes she wasn't always in the mood for sex again but knew that Paul liked to cum in the mornings. So she told me that sometimes she just lets him fuck her till he cums even if she doesn't have an orgasm with him; that she still likes to know she gave him some pleasure in the mornings and she giggled and said, " … even though I may not cum, I do still love how it feels afterward".

We talked for a few more moments and she said that she thought this might be a fun way to share some of this with me. I asked her more about what she was thinking and she said that she still would prefer I not cum in her but that she thought that if it worked out and, "if you can cum quick enough that it doesn't bother me so much … that it might be something we could do on mornings like this!"

I asked her if there was any thought on her part of me joining them or taking a turn with her during the night. She looked at me and said that she knew I was going to be asking that and I needed to accept that her answer was, 'No'.

She smiled and nodded when I told her, "I thought so" that I expected her to want to enjoy just him but she said that at the end of the weekend, "like now", is when I was horny enough that we could try it.

I giggled and told her that if I didn't jerk off that I would be perpetually horny, which made her laugh.

We talked for a little more and she said that she thought this might be better for us, that, "You know, you can only have me after I've been with Paul … you used to always enjoy that " and she quipped, " … just as long as you're quick or just don't make me cum hard, then it'll be okay".

My mind went to winter and I asked her what it meant about when we go skiing. (My mind was already sort of racing about how it might be to have sex with her while we're away). She said that we'll have to see how things work out and that while she wouldn't mind, she thought it might be better all around if I waited till after Paul had already left.

She smiled thinking about that moment and said, " … but we're not away skiing.... and he's already left..... sooooo?....." and with that she slid the blanket down a little further to show her navel and then pulled it down even further just enough to show me she was fully naked.

I hesitated and asked, "Are you serious?"

She smiled and said, "As long as you're quick.... me.... yeah, it'd be nice to make you feel good....”

I can't tell you how fast I grabbed a condom and pulled it on. I thought too that she might be a little sore or tender so I also took a little lubricant and put it on the tip of the condom. I needn't have worried, with the lube I slid right into her without any effort or resistance till I was in her balls-deep. I started to thrust and fuck her like I would normally but then I remembered what she said and instead of pulling it in and out with long strokes, instead, I stayed in her as deep as I could stay and just moved a little bit in and out.

My god, she was so loose and so wet that the sensations were surely more in my head than in her pussy. She did pull her legs back for me and that opened her up I knew at that moment she was intentionally doing that to reduce any 'pleasure' she might feel from me even further but it didn't matter, feeling my cock deep in her and knowing that Paul had used this same way earlier that morning was all I needed.

She moaned softly (and later admitted that just feeling me in her was indeed pleasurable) and that was it, I took a few longer strokes, maybe 5 or 6 of them, and as I looked down at her nakedness beneath me, almost without warning I just came. I thrust forward a tiny bit and I just held myself still inside her as I felt spurt after spurt fill the condom.

I lay still in her afterwards and I felt her hug me as my breathing and pulse calmed down. A moment later she gave out a little cough and my cock slid out of her slippery pussy. I moved up to my knees and reached down and slid the wet condom off my cock and as I tied it off I looked at her pussy and decided how much I loved sharing it after she'd fucked him.


I will be traveling for business through most of the first week of December. This was confirmed late last week and we talked about the obvious implications of it. I was surprised to hear her say that she didn't want to take the opportunity to have Paul come and stay with her at our house but that she would rather spend a night or two.... or three... with him at his place.

When we talked I was very pleasantly surprised to hear her say that this is 'our house' and that she wouldn't feel right with him seeming to move in or for him to be here without me being here. She talked about it being 'too much' and it was nice to hear her say that while our bed isn't off-limits, that there still are aspects of our house that she intends to keep as just ours. As we talked she told me that it feels different for her to go to his place or go away with him (or whoever else!) versus to be in our house.

She asked me how I was going to be about it, me being away knowing she was at his, and she giggled when my first response was 'horny' but then we talked and realized that neither of us could remember when she'd last been away or stayed over at his place. She reminded me that she had wanted to resume doing this too.

Knowing that after Thanksgiving things were going to ramp up for us, it seemed like fate that my business trip was scheduled as it was. She idded and joked with me that I can enjoy it too while I'm away and the way she said it left no doubt she was referring to my jerking off to thoughts of what she'll be doing.


Due to other events, she only saw Paul for a short while on Sunday when he came over while I was out for a while running errands. I came home to find the two of them talking and sharing a glass or two of wine and as it was still daylight out for another hour or so, it may sound crazy, but I told them to enjoy themselves and I went out into the backyard with the leaf-blower to get all of the leaves taken care of.

To be honest, I hadn't thought much about what I was doing until I was already outside with the blower running and I glanced up to the back of the house and saw the shade come down in our bedroom window. It was only then that I realized I'd just left them alone together while I tended to the yard. Now and then I would glance up through the 45 minutes or so it took me to clear the backyard and the shade didn't re-open.

It was only when I dragged a tarp full of leaves around the front of the house that I noticed that his car was gone. It'd been close to an hour and a half and as I finished up doing what I was doing, I loved knowing that he'd likely spent all that time in bed with Suzanna.

She was in the kitchen acting nonchalantly when I finally came in. Even without talking about it, I could tell she'd gotten what she'd needed. It is so erotic to me to be able to see that in her, to see the look in her eyes; how she holds herself, or just how she feels after she's had sex with him. She just seems so calm and relaxed, warm and cozy. I left it up to her to make a mention but I was correct that she didn't want to talk about having been with Paul so we just, strange as it seems, went about the rest of the day and evening as if it wasn't nothing untoward had happened.

Together we finished what was left of the bottle of wine, opened a new one lit a fire in the fireplace, and watched some TV until getting ready for bed. She got washed up first and I'll admit that now being in the bedroom with her my thoughts returned and I got horny thinking about what she'd done earlier. I decided that I was going to relieve myself, hopefully in bed with her, but I also knew she might not want me there.

We watched TV for a little bit until she turned it off and turned to me and asked me if I was horny. I nodded and told her yes. She smiled and said that she was still feeling wet from Paul earlier and she looked at me and casually asked me if I wanted to have sex with her. I just stared at her like she was from another planet.

She smiled and said, “I told you, if you can be quick, that sometimes I would like to share with you.”

I was still stunned when she said, "Get one out of the nightstand and the slippery stuff" (her nickname for lubricant). As I did and pulled the condom on I turned back to her and saw that she'd turned on her side away from me but had pulled up the back of her night-shirt so that her bare butt was showing. She turned her head towards me over her shoulder and said, "Play with it first and get it real hard so you can be quick … " and she murmured something which sounded like, ".... getting to enjoy it ....”

It had to have been 5 hours or more since Paul had left but as I rubbed the tip of my cock against her pussy, I could feel she was very open and very wet … and I was VERY hard. She moaned, ".... it's just for you..." which reminded me that she didn’t want me to get her off so instead of taking my time, I positioned myself, took aim, and parted her pussy lips as I entered her. She moved a hand behind her and motioned me to be slower with her … but just for a moment. Sure enough, as soon as I took my first few strokes her pussy slicked up and soon there was virtually no friction at all, just soft squishing sounds from just beneath the covers. She pushed back at me a few times and then she softly moaned out to me, "cum baby, come on....”

I wanted it to last a lot longer than that but at the same time, I knew what she didn't want; in my head, it made perfect sense. As long as I was quick, she'd still feel it as an extension of her time with Paul only this time with me enjoying sharing it. I know I lasted longer than she'd hoped as she began groaning back at me to, "cum on already," and while she felt open and slick I could only really guess how she truly would feel bare as she didn't offer that to me.

Instead, as it seems to always be, it was probably that thought that pushed me over the edge to cum, the thought of pulling out of her after I was done and that she'd only still have Paul's semen in her and not mine.


With the kids home as of tomorrow mid-day (classes right up to the end) a crowd due on Thursday and other ****** around through the weekend there will be no Paul for a few days so she is seeing him this afternoon after work.

I don't suppose she is the slightest bit interested in knowing that this is another book filled and I need to find a new one.