I had started this earlier but ran out of time before dinner, but after dinner - the girls had gone out shoe-shopping and to Target so I had time. And right now I'm still kind of wired from earlier tonight that I wanted to finish this post off.
I realize in my haste to recall Saturday that I have skipped over things that in re-reading (and getting me worked up yet again) that there is more that I should fill in. So, rather than a blow-by-blow (or thrust-by-thrust) recap of second time we did it Saturday night, or the intense afternooner we had yesterday that left me more than satisfied - you can understand that the sex between us since she's been back has just been astounding. Plus she's already said she wants it again tonight - and believe me, amazingly, I am up for it! (although I will admit that my cock is feeling a bit worn out - yesterday afternoon was probably a scene that I will write about later this week as it was quite physical).
I know she'd played up the whole continued-denial thing with me on Saturday and wow did it get me off intensely - but afterwards, I didn't really dwell on it, nor did it really come up again other than in a playful tease that was nowhere near as intense as earlier. No, the intensity of later Saturday night came from her telling me of some of what they'd done over the past 5 days.
To hear her tell it is just incredibly erotic. How she told me she was turned on when they checked in as Mr. and Mrs. But i have to say - she emphasized how she felt - how it made her feel - but not really mentioning Frank as a part of it. It did remind me of way-back-when when we were dating and if we went away people assumed we were married - and I remembered that sort of thing making her horny (of course, it could just be my imagination fueled by all of this stuff now - you know - created memories). To hear her tell me how they unpacked and how they then got ready to go out that first night - she seemed so nonchalant telling me how Frank was getting washed up at the sink as she was in the shower. I joked with her that I was surprised that he didn't jump her when they first got into the room and she looked at me and said "why do you think we were getting washed up?". At another point I asked her "so - when are you going to tell me about that?" and I pointed at her semi-bare pussy. She got all quiet for a moment and then said "okay - I'll tell you". She proceeded to tell me how after they'd had a bit to drink they'd gone back to the room and she'd gotten naked and she said that Frank made an off-hand comment on preferring her bare if he was going to eat her pussy. At first she was going to not respond but then she said - very calmly to me - that she offered to let him help give her a little trim. I started to get a bit squirmy at the thought but she said he mainly helped by trimming everything with a scissors down short and then "he held my skin taut while I used the razor and some lotion". I knew she wasn't going to hold back and I guess I shouldn't have been all that surprised by it - but still, it was the way she said it - at the same time it made me almost queasy to think that she'd shared that with him - but at the same time - damn if it didn't turn me on to hear. I confess that I just wasn't sure how to respond to my wife describing her being away with Frank but I think after the shock of it kind of wore down - that it just became in my head "okay - it's done" and from there, I don't know, it seemed easier to talk about, or I should say, it became easier to hear.
I did want to hear about it. And when she described some of their sex together - oh my god - I can't fully explain how it felt - as I said above - it felt in some ways almost as if I'd been punched in the stomach, it was like a knot in there - but at the same time - between seeing the bubbly bouncy look on her and her genuine excitement - how could I not be turned on. Hearing how she would get on her knees for him or how she would suck him but that "he'd always cum in me" were just intense and even though our first time earlier was incredible - I found myself plunging into her with another raging hard-on and knew that I was going to blow in a few moments more of hearing her.
I'll confess - she kept on with telling me what she had done - but I found myself in this intense daydream about her. She did feel really really silky inside. That little ring of tightness that she'd usually had seemed to have given-way days ago. She felt velvety all the way in and as I got into it more and more all I could think of was how she must have looked and felt all week. Forget lubricants - no need for them - wow - in my mind she really was that hot girl in her late 20's who was into sex - maybe a bit looser than she was back then, but damn, letting my mind wander - the feeling of my cock slicing into her combined with her moans and the visions in my head... A few moments later I let loose with a second load that seemed to scald her pussy as she squealed at how hot it felt as she too came almost violently under me. Later on even she commented on "how much" I'd cum. (in my mind all I could think about was that sperm-competition thing).
With that as a beginning I just had to ask her later about the text message and whether she'd found what she was looking for. She held my hand and said "yes" and she said that for the first time in a long time - she felt totally uninhibited and totally free. I asked her if she doesn't feel that way with me and she said that when we are away - that she gets there and yes, with some champagne and such - yes. I waited for the other shoe to drop and she said that she'd been able to feel all of that with Frank - and then she added that she was able to let go more easily and that by the end of the week she felt like she'd been able to experience the kind of sex that she'd been wanting.
I was a bit hurt - but I think I've maybe known it all along - that she might find something with Frank or whoever that she can't get from me or not as easily and that's basically what she said. That she didn't need to drink as much to let herself go - that between her leaving her rings home and knowing I wanted her to go - that she felt she could maybe finally let herself have it. She looked at me and said that it didn't mean anything about us - and while I know it sounds good it doesn't necessarily ease this feeling I'm finding I'm having. I knew it was going to happen - that one day she'd begin to feel and experience things with other guys other than me. I think I've known it all along but I don't think I was totally ready to hear it. But what she said next did make me feel a little better. She said "it isn't Frank you know.". I didn't know what she meant and she said "it isn't Frank that did it for me". I asked her what she was talking about and she said "what I got from last week was all from me and my own letting go" - she said that yes, it was with Frank but she actually said "it could be any guy ... I think I could let myself go". I asked her "how about me?" and she smiled and said "yes - of course with you - but baby, it's always going to be different with a lover than with you" and then she said it - "it's what turns you on too - that it's not with you .... I know that".
Now there was obviously more to this conversation but the end of it is that she felt that she could do what she hadn't been able to before. I asked her what she meant by letting-go - and she said that it's all in her head - that in reality the sex probably wasn't any different. But in her head, this time she just felt that she could truly be someone else and that she could let herself go and get into that character. She said that it wasn't a bad thing - but that she was actually able to not think about the rest of life for a while when she was away. Not the stress of dealing with her dad, not the stress of crap going on at work, not the stress of the hormones of a 16 year old girl and she even said "not the stress of making sure you are well taken care of too".
She looked at me and said that she was finally able to cum with Frank to where she could think of and feel nothing but the pleasure from him. She giggled and told me that "he even made me squirt a few times". That stunned me - up until then she said I was the only one to ever truly make her squirt during sex (we thought she was peeing at first till we both realized it) and the last time was probably a year or more ago. When I heard her say that I realized what she was saying. I want to say I was a bit sad at that thought but at the same time - I have to be honest and say that thinking of her that way is just a beautiful thing to imagine - and to know she's able to achieve that is strangely arousing to say the least.
There is more to share but not at 12:30am. It is incredibly exciting to see her come alive like this.