Tim takes me into his arms, his breath warm on my face as he tenderly kisses over my face, nibbling at my neck and earlobes. Chills run through me as I wrap my arms around his neck. I return his kisses, the passion building. The heat flows between us, and I unbutton his shirt and proceed to kiss his bare chest, his well-defined muscles proof that he takes care of himself. Katherine-be-damned for giving up this handsome prize.
Tim pulls his shirt off and I grab at his belt; we walk backwards to his bed and I manage to unbuckle the belt. He quickly unbuttons and unzips his jeans and yanks them off, revealing his boxers and the tent he's currently pitching from within on my behalf. I smile and giggle as I see the desire meant just for me. He raises his eyebrow and smiles before lifting my dress. I help and pull it off so that I'm standing there in my lacy bra and bikini panties, bought and worn just in case I could show them off.
He bends down to cup my breasts. "Oh, you're so beautiful, like a treasure," he says as he kisses my chest and my belly. I sway backwards, the lust building. Tim gently lays me back on the bed and tugs at my little panties. I lift my butt and giggle as he slides the underwear down my legs and then tosses them across the room. I reach back and undo my bra and let the girls jiggle free. Tim smiles as he takes in my body. He moves up to kiss me full on the lips. He sheds his boxers and we are lying on his bed completely naked, my feet still dangling over the side. He slides down and parts my legs.
Tim’s hands move up to my breasts where he fondles my nipples, eliciting a moan from me. My head goes back as I feel the blood pumping into my clit, and my legs open wider. He brings his nose to my slit and gently licks up and down. I grind into the edge of the bed as he slurps. Tim’s fingers dance over my erect nipples.
"Ohhh, Tim; I want you to fuck me," I say as I moan from the pleasure building.
"I plan to," Tim says between licks and kisses. He's licking and kissing all around my pussy but has yet to touch my clit. I grind my pussy up to meet his lips, brushing my clit against his nose. I feel his warm breath and bring my hands to his head. I want his mouth on my clit.
Tim keeps his hands on my breasts, moving from one nipple to the other, and eventually brings his fingers to my wet hole where he first rubs the outside, drawing the moisture onto his fingers. Then he gently inserts two fingers as his tongue brushes the head of my rock hard clit.
"Uhhh, oh; this feels so good," I say. He finds my G-spot and begins massaging in a circular motion as his tongue toys with my clit. I breathe hard as I squirm and grind my pelvis. I can't get my legs to open wide enough. The entire world is spinning around my pussy; I don't care about anything else.
"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum," I say as I feel an extreme sensation pool inside my pussy in addition to the building orgasm in my clit. I feel as if I'm about to piss all over Tim's face. I'm bucking up and down and his fingers are applying more pressure. "It feels so fucking good; I want to cum."
Suddenly, the pressure builds and all I can do is abandon the thought that I must hold back. I lurch forward and the orgasm blooms and explodes. I arch my back as my body shudders into a mass of squirms, and something squirts from my pussy, but it feels too damn good to stop. I ride it out and by now Tim has lifted his head but his hand has stayed the course, rubbing furiously on my G-spot and my clit. The orgasm wanes and I shove him back.
"What the fuck was that?" I ask while catching my breath.
Tim rises up and smiles. "I know a thing or two about how to please a woman," he says as he grabs a towel.
"Fuck Katherine," I say. "She fucking lost the best when she left you."
"Oh, I don't know. I didn't do this with her. I took it upon myself to learn the fine art in pleasing a woman and in bringing her to an intense squirting orgasm.
"A squirting orgasm?" I ask. I had heard the term in passing but never gave it much thought.
"Yeah, didn't you enjoy it?"
"Fuck yeah," I say and scoot up on the bed, drawing Tim to me. "Come here, it's your turn to squirt."
Tim climbs on top and I wrap my legs about his waist. He plunges his hard cock into my wet pussy and slides in and out, groaning as he pumps. I grind my pelvis to match his rhythm. He draws my legs back and places my feet on his shoulders. He slides in and out working into a fury.
"This is fucking good," he breathes.
I keep in time with his pumping; I want him to feel as good as I just did. "Come on baby, I want you to shoot my pussy full of your hot man gravy," I say and slap his ass.
Tim grunts and groans and his face distorts as the orgasm builds. "Oh, oh fuck, oh fuck, UHH, UHH, Oh," he says as he fills my pussy with his jism. I rub his back and smile; I still have what it takes to make a man cum hard.
When Tim’s finished, he collapses on top of me, breathing hard. I reach up and kiss his neck and nibble his ear. I feel so liberated. He rears back and kisses me passionately, his tongue probing my mouth. I can't get enough of him. We finally stop and he rolls off. I lay my head on his shoulder, enjoying the moment.
It doesn't stop here. We continue our lovemaking all weekend long, like two newlyweds. I only go home for a change of clothes. We make love in the shower, on his couch, and even in his vehicle when we go for a drive on Sunday afternoon. All too soon, though, we must come down. Bruce is on his way home, according to his text message. Now I'm not so sure about our marriage and how this will play out since I've had a taste of someone else.
Repercussions
Chapter One: Separation
It is funny how we take what we have for granted and how fast we forget when something shiny and new comes our way. I found after my weekend with Tim that I wanted nothing to do with Bruce. For me, it wasn't about dating to expand my horizons and help to fix our marriage. To me it was the axe that came down and chopped the lifeline right in two.
I have found that I just want to sleep with Tim every night. The convenience of him living next door has enabled this. I often tell Bruce good night and walk out the door to be with Tim. Tim and I haven't said the four lettered word to each other yet, but I have a feeling we may before it's over.
Bruce fumbles with his phone. We have just returned from a trip to see the kids at camp for family day. We didn't share with them what's happening at home. Instead, we acted like a loving family unit. I find the nerve to confront Bruce; this time it's me with the bomb to drop. I sit down at our little dining table and sadly glance at the two empty chairs. The children will be heartbroken when they return to find their parents apart, but I have made up my mind.
I bite my lip. Bruce looks up from his phone. No doubt the texts were from Amber, but I don’t ask. "Something wrong?" he asks.
"Well, I have been thinking. Actually I've made a decision. It hasn't come easy, but I can't do this anymore," I say.
"Do what? Our arrangement?" Bruce asks.
"Yeah," I nod.
"Okay," Bruce says and nods. He puts his phone down and focuses his green eyes on me. His face forms a small smile.
"I want a real separation," I blurt. Bruce winces at my shocking statement. I thought he'd be happy to hear it.
Bruce shakes his head. "I don't," he says while looking right into my eyes. This shocks me because I figured he'd be just fine with it. His eyes become red and I start to doubt my decision to discuss this.
"I'm sorry, but I do. Just know that before we started this whole dating journey I could never have fathomed the idea of dating others. I feel I was forced into it. You gave me an ultimatum and I did as you asked. I'm not like you; I can't give of my body and not include my heart as well. That's just not my style. I can't be fettered between two men like this. I don't like sharing my husband with another woman. If I could go back to the day you gave me the ultimatum, I would tell you good-bye. Leave. I'm to that point now; I can't do this anymore. I feel this whole experience just damaged our marriage," I say, my words hitting Bruce like darts.
"I don't know what to say," Bruce replies.
"I'm sorry. I'm not meaning to hurt you,
Bruce. I never wanted our marriage to crumble. I'm afraid you asked more of me than I can honestly give you. I just can't pull myself like this right now."
"Can't we both live under the same roof? We're already in separate rooms."
"No, either you go or I will. I don't like wondering what you are doing. I don't like seeing how much time you spend with her," I say.
Bruce sighs. "It's not what I want. I never meant for this to tear us apart," he says.
I look up at him. "I'm sorry, I know this hurts. I've hurt for so long, but right now I just need to be apart from you, not just in separate rooms, but in separate homes," I say.
"Have you fallen in love with Tim?" he asks.
"I'm not sure if it's love or if it's just new. I don't care what Amber says, real strong marriages do not need to falter and see others to make it stronger; at least not where I'm concerned. I do care for Tim. I'm not sure if I want to pursue a deeper, lasting relationship with him or not. I won't know until I stand on my own two feet," I say.
"Okay," Bruce says. I can hear the defeat in his voice and it honestly surprises me. I thought he'd enjoy the chance to have Amber over all the time without worrying about what I'm doing.
"This doesn't mean I want a divorce. I just need time apart. But I will say that if we get back together it will not be while you or I are dating others. I won't do that again.” Bruce just nods his head, a look of forlorn on his face.
Bruce moves out over the next couple of days, just carrying with him his clothing and toiletries. I assume he's moving in with Amber but I find out he's rented a weekly motel room on the other side of town. He has asked if he'd be able to come back when he needed his other things.
"Of course, this is still your house. And if you'd rather, I can leave," I say.
"No, it's okay. You need to stay in your own home. This is all my fault, I should be the one to leave," he says. I didn't argue because I do feel it is his fault.
I would have never started seeing Tim if Bruce hadn't suggested the whole dating scenario. I find I can't handle having it both ways.
Bruce leaves and I wander the house, sad that our children will be coming home in a couple of weeks to split-apart parents. I wonder how this will affect them. I think Tim will be surprised too that I've made this official. He kept saying he was keeping things on the casual. I don't blame him. I know how it feels to have to share a partner.
Chapter Two: Questions
"Surprise," I say as I raise up my pouf, filled with bubbles, a big grin on my face.
"Whoa," Tim says and walks into the bathroom where I’m sitting in the tub, hot steam encircling my face.
It doesn't take long for Tim to shed his work clothes and slip into the tub with me. I giggle as he brings his toe to nestle in the cleft between my legs. I artfully fold my feet around his growing phallus and gently move them up and down.
Tim lurches forward a bit; for an older man of forty, he's still full of sexuality. "Uhhh," he says and lays his head back to enjoy the sensation. His pole becomes harder so I work my soapy feet up and down and wiggle my toes over his head. One thing about me is my very talented feet. I'm able to do things with my feet that other women wish they could with their hands.
"Mmmm, little lady; you're going to make me cum if you keep it up," he says. He rises back up to watch what I'm doing.
Since Tim was sitting opposite me and since his toes currently danced over my hard clit, I run my hands over my breasts, tugging and pulling at my nipples. My head rolls back as I moan, feeling the pleasure start to build downstairs to the tune of Tim's awesome footwork. My feet kept up rhythm with his foot as they move swiftly up and down his solid cock.
"Shit," Tim says as he looks across the tub at me fingering my nipples. We often got off together masturbating in front of one another. This happened when I had snuck into his home about a week after we started seeing each other. He was still in bed and I walked in and shed my clothing. After which, I snuck up his hallway and into his bedroom to discover him in the midst of a masturbation session. Tim had filled his hands with lube and was going to town on his dick.
I smiled and told him to keep going. I had crawled onto the bed and lay down with my head at his feet and opened my legs. He got to witness me going to town on my clit as well, as I slid my fingers in and out of my pussy and over my erect clitoris. We both ended up having strong orgasms at the same time from our own hands. It became a favorite pastime for us in between our marathon fucks.
My pelvis grinds up and down as I feel the orgasm build. My feet go nuts sliding up and down on Tim's pole when he suddenly lurches forward and I feel his penis jolt as the hot jism makes the way to his head and shoots out just above the water line. "Uhhhh, uhhhh," he says as he finishes.
Seconds later, my pussy explodes as I buck up and down. "Uhhh, mmmmm, keep going," I say as my body shudders from the intense orgasm. I finish and smile over at Tim. He's sitting back, watching me get off with his toes.
"That's always nice to come home to," he says as he rises up out of the tub and tosses a towel my way.
"I hope you don't mind," I say as I dry my body. "I wanted to surprise you and I have news."
"Oh?" Tim asks as he walks into his room to retrieve some clean clothing. I follow him and slide a tank top over my head, minus the bra. I know he likes my nipples pointing through the thin material.
We settle in the dining room after cooking a frozen pizza and tossing a salad. "You going to tell me the news?" Tim asks.
"I've asked Bruce for an official separation. He moved out and I have the house to myself now," I say. After hearing my voice say it, I feel badly, like I've admitted defeat. I thought I'd be happy about it, but I realize I'm not.
Tim frowns. "And Bruce willingly went?"
"No, he didn't want to. But Tim, I just can't pull myself apart like this. We, Bruce and I, haven't even slept together since he started dating Amber. I can't be open like this. My heart can only go to one man," I say but I can't look Tim in the eye.
"I need to tell you something. My daughter is pregnant with her first and she's having a difficult pregnancy. She and her husband lives in St. Louis near Katherine. I've decided to move to St. Louis in August. I wasn't sure how to tell you. I'm not sure what we have going on here, but I can't stay," he says.
"And you're just now telling me?"
"I've known for a couple of weeks. But Eileen, all along we've just done this for fun. You've said over and over that you will stay married to Bruce. I didn't think it would be an issue. I figured when your kids returned you and Bruce would want to be a family again," Tim says.
His statement drives a nail into my heart. My kids. What are we supposed to say to them? They will come back to a life completely different than the one they left. I feel responsible for the unhappiness they will experience.
"So, are we breaking up?" I ask.
Tim chuckles as he scoops ice cream into two little dishes. "That would be crass. We have some fun in the tub and then I dump you; of course not. The way I see it, Eileen, we weren't really together anyway. I haven't allowed my heart to be involved in this. We've had fun. We can continue or not, it's no matter to me," he says.
His words fall on my ears like a knife stabbing my heart. He's right, of course. I've said from the beginning that it's nothing permanent. But then I found myself unable to give to one man without letting the other go. Now I'm questioning the whole thing.
Chapter Three: Dating Again
Tough decisions made hastily will have a lifetime of consequences. I left Tim that day with the thought to end it. He wasn't serious about me and his plans included moving to St. Louis, a half a country away. He invited me to come along to see if we had sticking power, but I couldn't go. For one, my children are based here. To uproot them just to chase after a maybe would be cruel, not that Bruce would allow it. For another thing, I wasn't so sure I was over Bruce. We weren't divorced, just separated.
Bruce lived out of the motel and informed me he and
Amber had called it quits. I grilled him on this because if it were her decision and not his then I would think he probably wanted it to continue. He assured me he realized he didn't want to date her as much as he wanted to stay married to me. He said their decision was amicable and dual. So where do we go from here?
I thought Bruce would ask to move back in and he hasn't. He's allowed me space to thump around in this empty house and gather my wits. Just what do I want out of life? I really had the time to think about it. I decided that going backwards I would have never dated Tim. I would have never fathomed the thought. I realized that letting go of my old life, my husband and family is not something I really want to do. Even after what had transpired with our dating others experiment.
Bruce calls me a week later and asks me out on a date. A real date. As I prepare for the date I feel like a school girl. My nerves are jangled as I put on my new dress, one that shows off my eyes. I twirl in the full-length mirror, happy with myself. I pace the floor while waiting for Bruce to arrive.
"You look ravishing," Bruce says, his eyes dancing over my body. I smile and bow slightly.
"You're not so bad yourself," I say and playfully hit his arm.
He escorts me to his truck; he even opens the door for me. I can get used to this sort of treatment. I look over at Tim's home, it's dark. He has gone to St. Louis for a couple of weeks to find a place to live. He wanted me to give him my decision when he returned. I know my decision. My decision is to stay put and try to work things out with Bruce, if possible. Tonight I have high hopes.
Bruce steers the truck to the city where he takes us to a high class piano bar called Tinkling Tines in the riverfront district. "Is this okay?" Bruce asks as he escorts me to the front door, where a doorman opens and bids us entrance.
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