After the past couple of weeks it was nice to hook up with Kathy again. Sometimes I think to myself that it’s too bad I can’t just be honest with her and tell her about what else is going on in my life, but it’s not worth the risk. It would be nice if I could introduce her to my wife, but that would be a big risk, too.
I wish my wife was more like Kathy in one way in particular. When we got to her place, I kissed her, and she pulled back and asked, “What do you want to do?” I told her that I was in the mood for anal, and she said, “great.” No bitching, and no complaining. Just: great.
I asked if she had a preference as to how she wanted it, and she said it was my choice to make. I told her that I wanted her on top. She sucked my cock to get it hard enough, lubed it and her pussy, and she sat on it. First she used her pussy, but only for a few seconds. It felt good, but I told her that I changed my mind and wanted to do it with her on her back; so we did.
I don’t know what I like so much about that position, but there is just something about being in a woman’s ass and seeing her available pussy—just something psychological. I considered having her roll over onto her knees, but it felt so good, I couldn’t bring myself to ask her to switch. Anyway, it was too late because I couldn’t stop myself from cumming.
After I was done, I slid my cock out and made my way down to eat her pussy until she came. She was clean-shaven, and she came pretty quickly. Nicely. We talked some before heading back to work.
Jake showed up again yesterday. My wife gave me that same story she’s given the past few weeks: he showed up, they talked and then fucked. I told her that if she was going to keep doing this with Jake—no matter how much she tells me that she is not really interested—, I am going to insist hooking up with Kate. She said that if I want to hook up with Jake and Kate on Friday nights that she’d be OK with that—She won’t be—, but she was still going to tell Jake no. (It’s already been a month on “no,” and it hasn’t meant a thing.
I told her that I didn’t actually mind if they hooked up, but if it didn’t mean anything for us, then I wasn’t into the idea. She said that she wasn’t interested in sex so much, but that she felt sorry for him. I told her that if it made her feel any better, she could feel sorry for me. She said she felt sorry for men in general. Then she gave me a decent blowjob, but she didn’t want me to eat her yet again.
When all was said and done, I told her that I was going to give it one more week. If she couldn’t tell Jake no and mean it, I was going to hook up with Kate—unless she would be more giving (or receptive) of sex with me. She agreed.