An Old Friend - Sex Stories

An Old Friend

... want someone else's baby, and she didn't want to create life in a laboratory. I told her I understood, but I had no idea how to console her. She seemed to become more and more disconnected, focusing on the lives of her high school girlfriends through Facebook, hearing about their experiences as mothers and living vicariously through the pictures of their own c***dren. Our sex life became a routine, with me initiating through giving her oral to completion, followed by her rolling over and going to sl**p. One night, after bringing her to an orgasm with my mouth, I asked her, &#034Do you think we could try all the way? I feel pretty excited.&#034 Lisa reached over in the dark, roughly fondling my semi-hard dick. &#034What's the point? It's not going to go anywhere because you can't get me pregnant.&#034 &#034I know, baby, but I still love you and you drive me crazy. You're my wife and I want to make love to you. I feel frustrated after I make you cum and I ache down there, but you're always too tired to make me finish with your hands.&#034 She rolled over to look at me, stroking my cheek. &#034I'm sorry, I feel like it's so selfish. I've just had trouble having those feelings since the doctor. I mean it feels great when you get me off, but I'm just in this weird place and not feeling very sexual. I don't want to hurt you, but can you...maybe...just relieve yourself, like after I finish?&#034 I looked at her in a bit of shock. She had always been pretty reserved when talking ...

... about sex, and I certainly had never revealed any of my sordid sexual past in high school, so her openly asking me to masturbate was not expected. &#034You mean like play with myself right here,&#034 I asked. &#034Yeah...I don't mind baby. It would make me feel better than to be so selfish, knowing you're laying over there in pain every night.&#034 I thought about it and for some reason became very aroused. I had always been an avid masturbator, so the option of being encouraged to do it openly with the woman I loved actually appealed to me. For some reason, it felt different than having to perform in normal intercourse, and I found my cock reaching a full erect state with just the thought of it. &#034If it makes you uncomfortable, let me know,&#034 I whispered, as I gently began rubbing my aching cock. &#034Don't worry, Sweetheart...I don't mind at all,&#034 she replied, as she rolled over facing away from me to give me privacy, but touching my leg with her foot to let me know she was there with me. As I looked at her narrow waist in the thin white tank top she was sl**ping in, contrasting with the flare of her hips and curves of her round little butt hugged by tiny blue bikini panties, I quickly found myself stiffening, grunting uncontrollably in the dark as I felt my warm semen dribble down my hand. Lisa didn't say a word, and I quietly cleaned myself with a tissue and went to sl**p. After that, this became a routine for us, and I stopped asking her for anything more. We both ...