Big thanks to SoftVoyage for the quick editing!
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Barbara was like a dream when we first met. I had a thing for older women, and even though she was a young 38, she was much more mature than me at 30, mostly because she had married and had kids young.
She had two kids and an abusive ex-husband. The oldest was 18 and on his way out the door for college, and Jenna had just turned 13 and was already giving her mother trouble. I was happy to help them out as best I could but always kept my distance when it came to real parenting.
Barbara was a natural beauty. Her long dark hair, pretty face, and slim figure were paired with a massive 32F chest and ferocious sex drive.
After only a year or so of dating, I moved in. She needed help with the bills. I happily signed up to help in exchange for sharing a bed and basically having sex with Barbara on a nightly basis. Barbara knew what she was doing in the bedroom and was always happy to let me fuck any combination of her mouth, pussy, or breasts.
We were deep in love, and when I proposed, we had just a small ceremony with friends and family. Jenna had some attitude about it, but for the most part, we got along. However, I always kept my distance, not wanting to get caught up in her volatile 'bitch bombs' - as Barbara and I called them behind closed doors.
With time and marriage, the sex dwindled. We were still fucking once or twice a week but gone were the random blowjobs and on-demand access to her breasts. Missionary and doggy became the norm, and if I ever couldn't cum I'd be lucky to get more than a reluctant hand job just to speed things along so I'd fall asleep.
Still, we were in love, and as the years went by, the three of us fell into a nice rhythm. Jenna's attitude was mostly gone by the time she turned 18, even though she had no direction in life. There were times when Barbara and I fantasized about the kids leaving the house and the two of us taking passionate trips around Italy, where we make love in every hotel room. But those fantasies disappeared. Life became mundane. It didn't seem to matter if Jenna took a gap year before college, though Barbara didn't like it. Still, I couldn't shake a growing resentment as Barbara embracing a slower life in her mid-40s seemed to be holding me back.
We had a long talk about it the night after Jenna's birthday. Barbara had been in therapy for as long as I'd known her, mostly to deal with her ex's abuse, but this was the first time she really directed her concerns towards me.
I was shocked to hear that the decrease in sex was connected to her weekly therapy sessions. I snapped when she compared our previous nightly romps to the same type of abuse her ex-husband, who hit and raped her, used to give.
I couldn't believe the comparison and ended up shouting at her for the first time in the history of our relationship at the ridiculousness of that accusation. It may have been insensitive on my part, but I was caught in the moment and Barbara was a stronger woman now, she was shouting right back at me.
To me, I wasn't even in the same realm as her ex, we used to 'make love' on a nightly basis, it was never even close to rape, and I never felt like there was any way I could be violating her. I tried to be as respectful of her feelings as possible, but it didn't de-escalate.
There was no way Jenna didn't hear our fight that night, not that it really mattered, but she was just a thin wall away. I slept on the couch after the fight, and a few nights after, and the tension in the house as both Barbara and I were too stubborn to apologize was palpable.
We tried to discuss things further a few times, but they ended in more shouting matches, and after about a week since our first fight I ended it by threatening to leave and stormed off to the couch to sleep off my anger.
Not only was I pissed, but at this point I was horny as fuck. My sex drive had always been high, and since Barbara and I met, I had never been this long without sex. I slept hard that night and had my first wet dream since I was a kid.
I dreamt about Barbara, waking me up in the middle of the night with an apology and a blowjob. Letting me cum in her mouth and proudly drinking it all down before guiding me back to our bed to make love. It was beautiful, and felt so real, as I tossed and turned it was like I could feel her wetness around my cock.
I couldn't help but moan myself awake from the rush of my dream. I hated that it was over, until I realized it wasn't.
