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"Once or twice," Gil whispered.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it's nothing serious, it happens when I come while I'm standing upright. Sometimes."

Heather sighed. "I love your thing, Gil. Is it going to come out and play again soon?"

Gil considered his answer. In his middle age, both his stamina during sex and the refractory period following had greatly increased. He was usually too sensitive to even masturbate for a day or so after, which had suited Alice just fine up until she stopped initiating altogether.

"You okay?" Heather asked again. Gil nodded, but he hated the truth about what would probably happen next.

Heather would want to have sex soon and he wouldn't.

He could feel his cock soften and his balls retract into his body and his heart ached with disappointment.

He woke up feeling that hours had passed and maybe it was morning but when he looked at his phone it was only a few minutes after 10. When he looked down, he was pleasantly surprised to see that Heather had woken up before him and was stroking his cock back into action.

"Good, you're awake," Heather said, biting her lip. "Hate for you to miss this."

Gil rubbed one hand along the curve of Heather's hip while his other hand got lost in her soft, curly head of hair.

"It's perfect, you know, your thing. I thought it might be too big when I first saw it, but it didn't gag me at all."

Gil had never thought of himself as particularly big or even average, but Alice never ...

... complained. Heather was petite compared to his wife, though, and perspective was everything when it came to these sorts of things.

"You didn't know that I'm a champion cocksucker, huh?" Heather giggled. "You all out of words again?"

"This is just," Gil said, clearing his throat, "...a lot."

"Yeah it is. But it, like, has to happen now. Doesn't it?"

Gil grunted. It did seem inevitable, especially since she'd successfully rubbed him right past his refractory period.

"Look," Heather said, holding her hand up to his face. "Your thing, it lubes itself. Coooool."

"Oh, no!" Gil exclaimed. He double facepalmed in shame. "I forgot. Goddamn it."

"Forgot? Forgot what?"

"Condoms. Goddamn it."

"No, Gil," Heather cooed. "No, it's okay. I'm on the..."

"No, shit, we can't, I can't do that to you, risk it."

"No, wait," Heather insisted, sitting up. Gil was struck again by the purity of her beauty which made him press the heels of his palms into his eyes with embarrassment. He hated the thought of leaving her to find condoms but was keenly aware that their night of passion might turn into a lifetime of responsibility that neither of them were equipped for. "No, listen."

"Oh, god, I'm an idiot."

"No, listen," Heather repeated as she pried his hands away. "Look. Look at me. I'm on the pill. Have been for years."

"What?" This new information clanged against the knowledge of her virginity like the clapper of a bell.

"And I know you are safe, and if something ...