It took me awhile to become oriented to something other than my own electric pleasure, but when I did I found our two sweaty naked bodies, both sucking in air, intertwined and laying in bed together. His leg was draped across mine and I rested my head on his chest. He folded his arms around me and we slept. I was awakened the next morning by my lover, a smile on his face and a cup of coffee, an absolute necessity in my universe, in his hand. He remembered exactly how much sugar and cream I liked. He hustled me up so we wouldn't be late meeting my parents for breakfast. When he left the table, ostensibly to go to the boy's room but in reality to pick up the tab, my parents peppered me with questions, mostly about why I'd been hiding this guy from them. For the first time in my life the fact that my parents approved of a boyfriend seemed important.
We walked my parents back to their car to say goodbye and then hurried back to my house and spent the day in bed. I can't say I fell in love with him or decided to marry him that day, but the other boyfriends quickly fell away. I moved in with him that fall when I started law school at Emory University. We married over Christmas and Katie was conceived shortly thereafter, being born before the year was out. Through my years in law school he was always supportive and when, after two years of practice I decided the law was not for me, he supported my decision to return to school to get a masters degree in social work.
Sex was cental to our relationship. Although neither of us objected to a quickie, sex was not normally something we did in a hurried burst at the end of the day; it was something to which we devoted an afternoon. He was my shaman, able to read my body, to know exactly how to touch me, how to keep me riding on the edge of an orgasm or, push me over.
Not that our marriage had been perfect. There had been difficult times in our marriage, starting at the beginning. He had wanted a big family and I was unable to conceive after Katie. If he resented it, I never knew it. Katie was right, I loved my husband and blessed my good fortune daily. He seemed to feel the same way. His sharp intake of breath whenever he saw me naked let me know he appreciated the hours I spent in the gym. At 5 feet 6 inches tall, I had managed to keep my weight between 115 and 120 pounds. My moderate B's matched my curvy figure and after years of trying to get my butt hard and tight I had finally given up and accepted my husband's assurance that he liked a little wiggle in my walk. My straight blond hair (okay brown, I dye it), complemented my pale white skin, which is the perfect palette for make-up. As to facial features, I have hazel eyes, good cheekbones, and a wide mouth. However, I think my lips, which are especially large and round, are my best feature.
As to my husband, his daily five mile runs and willingness to let me make all grooming and dressing decisions meant that, in his late forties, he was a better looking man then when I met him.
To top off the fairy tale, we even did quite well. My practice was solid and Ryan a full professor. He had become one of leading experts in his field and was often retained as an expert witness in metal failure cases. It kept him away, which was bad, but paid extremely well, which was good.
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I drove my husband to the airport on Monday morning; he was going to spend several days in Maine on a case. He had offered to drive himself, but I was free and I thought it would be nice to see him off. I also had an ulterior motive. There was a sex shop near the airport and with my husband leaving town I would need a vibrator. I couldn't quite bring myself to use the one my daughter had been pressing into her sex. I was also considering getting Katie one. Buying your daughter a sex toy wasn't exactly normal, but I had been a horny teenaged girl and knew the importance of finding a way to satisfy yourself. I also recalled her comment about clumsy teen-aged boys. It was best to provide an alternative.
After dropping my husband off and donning big sunglasses and a sweatshirt, I entered the "adult emporium." It was pretty seedy and I thought it best to obscure my identity. The clerk gave me a good long look, commented that I must be a really lonely lady if I needed two of these things, and offered to show me how they worked. I politely turned him down and left.
When Katie got home from school I presented her with the vibrator and the caution it might be best that we not tell her father. She jumped in my arms, kissed me, and headed upstairs for her bedroom. She went to a friend's house, came home, and headed upstairs. She ate dinner and headed upstairs. She did her homework in the den, but took two breaks to head upstairs. The image of my daughter cumming as she jammed the vibrator against her vagina and clit was getting to me. I got jumpy waiting for Ryan's phone call and when it finally came, my daughter was fully aware why I hustled to my room.
Day two of the vibrator regime was like day one. In the morning I had to threaten Katie to get her hands out of her crotch and her butt out of bed. That evening Katie made no effort to excuse her frequent trips to her room. The image of my daughter on her bed bringing herself to climax after climax had me in a constant state of arousal. The phone sex with my husband that night was intense. If he was wondering what was going on, he did not ask.
Day three promised to be tougher, my husband was being deposed that day and expected to be working late. There would be no phone sex. When Katie asked if I wanted to watch "Like Water for Chocolate," a 1992 Mexican film, I agreed. It turned out she was cheating a bit, the novel was assigned reading in her literature class. If you haven't seen the film or read the book, I strongly recommend them. The issue that particular night, however, was not their quality, it was their content: they don't make many movies this romantic.
Upon their first meeting fifteen year old Tita and Pedro fell instantly, passionately, deeply, in love. Tita's mother refused to allow them to marry, citing a family tradition that required the youngest daughter to remain unwed and care for the mother. The mother offered instead her oldest daughter, whom Pedro married so he could be near Tita. Their unrequited longing, however, was too much and eventually Tita has a breakdown and was nursed back to health by a kindly doctor, whom she agreed to marry. When she returned home to attend her mother's funeral, however, she met Pedro and they finally consummated their love. Upon her return home she confessed her infidelity to the doctor, who reluctantly agreed to end the engagement.
Twenty years later, his wife having died, Pedro found Tita after a long search and, his passion undiminished, asked her to marry him. They made love on the spot, igniting their own long pent-up passions too quickly and Pedro died in the midst of a sensuous orgasm. Her lover dead, Tita took her own life, burning down the family ranch in the process.
Katie and I watched, transfixed. Katie was also openly aroused; one hand had drifted to her breasts to stroke her erect nipples and the other under the blanket to her sex. With about half an hour to go she paused the film, ran upstairs, and returned with our vibrators. She handed me mine and turned hers on. It, and her hand, disappeared under her blanket.
Her response was instantaneous. "Ahhh..."
"Katie!"
"Sorry Mom, so sexy, I can't help myself. Want me to go upstairs?"
Propriety demanded I turn off the movie, we go to our respective bedrooms, bring ourselves off, and return to watch the end of the film. But at the moment propriety didn't seem to matter. What mattered was the swamp of lust between my legs. Upstairs, I reasoned, each of us would know exactly what the other was doing, would hear the other's moans, and would meet back in the hallway aglow in post-orgasmic blush; the only difference would be that there would be a wall between us.
"Go ahead baby, but keep this between us."
"Right Mom."
My daughter turned the movie back on and brought the device to her pussy. She did not immediately try to bring herself off, but carefully escalated the pleasure between her legs in harmony with the film's increasing passion. The pleasure radiating from her face and her soft moans quickly overcame my will power and I switched on my vibrator and ran it down my labia to the wet lips of my pussy. Mimicking Katie, I calmly, deliberately, took my time, wringing every possible sensation from my sex. As the movie ended Katie and I came together.
We picked up a few things and headed for bed. I brought my phone with me, hoping Ryan was up late and would call. Unfortunately, imagining the prurient conversation I intended to have with my husband only served to incite the burning between my legs and I was quickly too aroused to wait. I switched the vibrator on, imagining Pedro crawling between my legs, and was quickly moving towards an orgasm which I hoped would bring sleep. I was trying to keep my groans low enough so my daughter wouldn't hear when she burst through the door and threw herself on my bed.
