My Smoky Ladies - chapter 2 - Sex Stories

My Smoky Ladies - chapter 2

... construction a few blocks down, the nice weather, and other things that didn't really matter.

She finished her second glass as she pointed to a bottle behind the bar. She said, "Rum rump."

I asked, "Huh?"

"You love tequila, except for the hangovers. You have rum. I started dating Ray when I was 19, and my boyfriend before him used to get me rum. I liked rum and cola or rum and grapefruit juice. I know, that's kind of weird, but I liked it. I loved rum until it led to me waking up with a sore ass."

"WHAT?"

She poured another glass of the Merlot, lit another cigarette, then continued. "James, the guy before Ray, loved anal sex. After I broke up with him, he dated a man. Anyway, the second time we had sex, he asked if he could do my butt. I was scared it would hurt but he said if I drank a lot first it wouldn't. It still hurts after you sober up, especially if the guy doesn't use lube. Sometimes it hurts pretty bad.

I didn't know at the time. I thought hurting after sex was normal, since parents and the church say sex is evil, and a sin, and blah blah. In the morning, James would say I had 'rum rump'. It was bad at the time but now that I think about it, that's kind of funny. I never told him no, since I didn't want to lose him. I just tried to get drunk fast on our dates, so it wouldn't hurt until after. I gave him my virginity at 18 and then my ass a couple times a week for half a year. I never had an orgasm with him, not once, only with my husband and... ...

... just my husband."

I could tell she was hiding something, but I sympathized. "I'm so sorry. That sounds awful!"

"It's okay. I let Ray do it the first time a few months after we got married. He was always careful. He used plenty of K-Y and took his time, so it wouldn't hurt me."

"That's good."

"He was great about it. Every time, he asked if I wanted to and if I was nervous he wouldn't. It feels strange in there, but if it doesn't hurt it's kind of nice. For a while, I was a real BUTT SLUT. Hahaha! We'd make love, then do anal nearly every night for maybe three months, then he lost interest. Sometimes I kind of miss it."

I knew I was on dangerous ground, discussing such intimate things with a married woman. Especially a DRUNK married woman, who seemed to like me. I pointed at the clock. "My interviews are usually thirty minutes, but we've been talking two hours. Here you go." I put two hundred dollars on the bar. "I'll call you in a few days to set up another interview."

"Could you just come over to my place instead? Or is it too far?"

She gulped down a final glass of wine as I laughed. I could walk from my kitchen to hers faster than I could get to my car and start it.

"I'll talk to you soon."

She wobbled as she started to stand up. "Whoa! Um, can you give me a hand? I'm kind of drunk."

I wrapped her arm over my shoulders and helped her upstairs. She asked, "Can I get a nap before I go home, maybe in your bed?" She clumsily pulled the front of her bra ...