A while back, I dated this woman, Shari, for a while. She was in her 30s, divorced with a couple of kids. She wasn't beautiful, but she was attractive. She had a Rubenesque figure, with big, round breasts and a nice full ass. Shari had a wicked sense of humor - you know the type, she could skewer anybody's neuroses, although that's what drove us apart later when I was constantly on the recieving end. Sexually, she was pretty hot. We had fun in bed, not particularly adventurous, but she loved to get fucked. About the only things she didn't really like were swallowing cum and anal sex, but you wouldn't guess that from the story I'm about to tell!
She had big, soft, pillowy boobs. Because of the kids she had those post-nursing nipples, you know, with huge, dark areoles and long, thick, very sensitive nipples. She loved it when I rolled them between my fingers while I sucked her clit; it made her hump my face. But I think her favorite was to ride me cowgirl, hang those beauties in my face and have me bite and suck them. You would have thought she was riding a wild bronco the way she screamed and pounded her pussy on my cock. Speaking of her pussy, again because of the kids she wasn't the tightest girl I've ever been with, but she had one of the hottest pussies I've ever felt and she was constantly wet. No matter when or where I reached into her panties or under her dress, that woman was always wet and my fingers just slid inside.
We had been dating for a couple of years and things had started to get a little stale. She never seemed much in the mood for sex anymore. She had started to turn her wisecracks on me, especially when we were out with friends. And on this one night it was particularly humiliating. We were out with another couple - Linda and Tom - and things seemed to be going well. We were laughing and talking and just having a grand time knocking back a few drinks. Somehow the conversation turned to sex and porn. Linda made some comment about lesbian videos turning Tom on. We both looked at each other and deadpanned: "There ain't nothing wrong with being a lesbian!" We all had a good laugh over that, but the laughter had barely died when Shari said, "Oh that's nothing. You should see all the gay porn Will keeps in his stash."
The table went silent. Linda's jaw just about hit the floor. Tom looked like he wanted to crawl in a hole and I'm sure my face was beet red. I had no idea of where this was coming from. She had never mentioned this before. I was totally blindsided and humiliated in front of our friends. I tried to chuckle and save some dignity. "Oh Shari, you know I only keep that because it gets you all horny."
"Yeah, right" she replied.
We tried to laugh, managed a few uncomfortable chuckles. Linda even tried to change the subject, but the evening was now DOA. Tom relieved us all when he said, "Well, we gotta get going. It was great seeing you guys, hope we can do it again soon." (Yeah,not! I thought)
I was furious. Shari knew better than to speak to me on the way out. We drove in silence most of the way home. She tried to speak once or twice. "I don't know why I said that."
Through clenched teeth, the only thing I could reply was "Just don't talk to me right now."
We got to her house and she pleaded, "Please come in and let's talk about this. I'm sorry."
"I can't talk right now. I need some time and some distance. I don't know what possessed you to say that, but I have given you no reason to humiliate me like that. I need to do some serious evaluating of where this is going and I need to do it alone."
I told her I would let her know when I wanted to see her again and drove off.
Over the next few days I was able to let a lot of my anger go. I mean, I knew Linda and Tom would probably laugh it off if they even remembered it in a month or so. I was more upset about why she wanted to hurt me and I began to think about ways to make myself less vulnerable.
I had several emails from Shari which I ignored, she knew better than to call and leave a message. Finally, about two weeks later I opened one of the emails: Please call me. I am so sorry. I want to apologize and I want to do something to make it up to you. Shari
I'm not sure what made me decide to call her that night, but she sounded so relieved when she heard my voice.
"I'm so glad you decided to call me. You don't know how sorry I am for hurting you like that. I know I can't take it back. I also know I've been a real bitch lately and I don't know why I took it out on you. Listen, baby (she always called me baby when she was horny, that made my ears and my cock take notice!) I sent the kids to Mom's this weekend. If you come over, I'll show you how sorry I am and give you a weekend you'll never foget!"
I know, I know. I was thinking with my dick. But sex with Shari was hot and it had been two weeks. I tried to sound still put out when I told her I'd be over around 7.
I took my time getting cleaned up and ready. Popped a little blue pill and washed it down with some Scotch. I got to Shari's house a little after 7. Through the storm door I could see that the front door was open. I walked inside and found a note on the coffee table: Pour yourself a drink and come on upstairs when you're ready. S
There was a tray on the table with a bottle of Ouzo and two glasses. I could see that one glass had already been used. I smiled and my dick twitched. Ouzo made us both crazy in bed. This was promising. I downed a shot quickly - hopa! I thought to myself. I savored the burn and the anise filling my nostrils. I poured another and sipped as I closed and locked the front door, turned down the lights and put my coat away. I refilled my glass one more time and poured one for her as I headed upstairs unbuttoning my shirt on the way. About halfway up, I heard her crank up Symphony X "Absinthe and Rue" on the CD player. The wilder the music, the wilder the sex with Shari. This was definitely going to be good!