Taking Chances Pt. 2 - Sex Stories

Taking Chances Pt. 2

... suggesting things they could do, where they could go for vacation. Martin listened, smiling, enjoying these evenings in his mild-mannered way, responding to her conversation, sitting back in his chair and always saying, “This is nice,” or “dinner was delicious, thank you.” Then, after coffee, he would help clear the table, put the dishes in soapy water to be washed later. She would kiss him on the cheek as they stood next to the sink, wishing he would grab her, kiss her, do something that made her feel he wanted her, loved her, but after a few minutes, he would walk back to their den, put on the television to watch the baseball game, then after the game, the eleven o’clock news, while Catherine knitted or read one of her novels. From time to time, she would glance over at Martin, then take a deep breath and release a heavy, weary, painful sigh. She knew that Tom used Viagra, something that Martin would never consider, but it definitely made a difference in how hard Tom got and how long he could last. He did things that enhanced their lovemaking, introducing some role-playing, sometimes holding her arms above her head, pinning her hands, gripping her fingers, looking down into her eyes, his mouth inches from her breathless mouth, saying, “you’re mine,” making her feel captured and possessed like the lovers in her romance novels. Sometimes he would come up behind her, pushing her against the wall, his hands grabbing her pussy, grinding his hard cock against her ass, or he ...

... would spread her legs, getting his mouth on her pussy, licking and lapping—something Martin never did. Tom was an adventurous, energetic lover, playful, daring, always finding new ways to surprise Catherine. She loved when he teased her, moving his cock up and down her wet pussy then pulling away, just as she was on the verge of exploding, driving her crazy, making her wilder. She even liked when he talked dirty to her, calling her names, and even though she knew it was playing, it made her shout names back at him, and she loved the wildness and feeling of being possessed. She liked feeling as if she was living one of her fantasies, except this was real. This was Tom making passionate love to her. Suddenly, she felt youthful, like her life was beginning all over again and she adored Tom’s youthful, passionate spirit, and realized that getting old was more a state of mind than age itself. Tom was still playful and exuberant, and it made her feel young and alive. She was in love. They found ways to meet and go bicycling through the state park, go swimming in the lake, lying on the beach, laughing, having a picnic. On nights that Martin had a meeting or was out of town, she would stay at Tom’s. She liked the smell of his corncob pipe when he smoked it, sitting in the blue chair after dinner. She loved watching him reading or sitting at his desk, writing. One weekend when Martin was out of town, Tom rented a cabin in the mountains and they made love on the floor in front of the ...