A lazy Sunday afternoon. The microwave buzzer went, "Ting!" and he dragged himself to the kitchen. Donning kitchen gloves he pulled the plate out of the oven gingerly. She had piled it high before putting it to warm in the microwave.
"Are you trying to fatten me, darling?"
"Yeah, you look as if you need it."
"The trouble with you is that you have just come from America where food portions are abnormally huge."
"You might as well get used to it."
He laughed. "I will never hear the end of this "too-thin" story!"
They passed each other as she was on the way to serve herself and warm it as she had done his. A short while later they sat eating companionably together. She leaned over and fed a spoonful into his mouth, while his hand went around her shoulders. As soon as the spoon was lowered, he pulled her to himself and kissed her with closed lips.
The meal done and the dishes washed, they were soon in bed, rolling over each other. The culmination was her scream as she hit a third successive orgasm, with his tongue sucking up their joint juices, and cleaning her hole, lips and clit of all traces of sex. But the effect was exciting her all over again so that she made that third orgasm.
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She had left the country some ten years before and gone to the US to find work, after being retrenched by the international bank she worked in for nearly twenty years while her children had been yet small and her marriage still alive. At first she had become concerned at her husband's late arrival after work, before it became sleeping out with flimsy excuses of having taken customers to view property and been delayed. That these excursions seemed to occur only on Fridays or Saturdays aroused her suspicions. When she asked him about it he became rude and insulting. She suspected more strongly that he had another woman somewhere. It did not take more than two months before he stayed away for longer and longer periods, and it soon became known where he was spending his nights; between the legs of a woman younger than his firstborn daughter. With time he moved out of the marital home altogether.
This was why, when retrenchment came, she found she had no hope in this country any more, and sought ways of going to the US expecting that she would find work there. She had heard it rumoured that nursing care was very much in demand. And indeed when she arrived in Parkland, Texas she found there was more work than she could handle. Between paying her household and travel expenses she found she was able to send back money for her children's fees in school and college. Five years after this she even had saved a little bit of money, because she had to work three jobs at the same time. Apart from the old people's home she also did a shift as part of the security team at a hotel, and a part-time job at a small bank. This left her with little leisure time in which to spend her hard-earned cash, getting by on only four or five hours of sleep a night.
This pattern hardly changed at all for the next five years, by which time the children had finished school except the youngest of three who was in her final year at high school. Home beckoned to her more insistently than before; she had been able to play her homesickness down before this, but now it became urgent. So she wound up her affairs in the US, bade her friends and colleagues farewell and boarded a flight for home.
