February Sucks: Tommy's Birthday - Sex Stories

February Sucks: Tommy's Birthday

... being an RLT Regional Director really helped too."

A serious look came over Dee's face, "Where will Jim be staying when he gets out. I know you've always hoped he'd come home, but now that it's for real where is your head at?"

"I want Jim home, sleeping in his own bed, his arms wrapped around me." Linda started really crying then, it seemed as though the reality was finally hitting home. Saying the words out loud to Dee made it seem more real than she had ever hoped.

"Oh Linda, it's all right. Let it out. I know we talked about this before. Did you discuss this with Jim?" Dee could tell Linda's tears were happy one's although she did seem genuinely anxious.

"Yes, Jim called me himself to tell me the news. We only had a short call that time, but I blurted out right away that I wanted him home with me. Do you think I assumed too much? Jim was really happy on the phone and he seemed to like the idea of coming home to our house."

"That's great, I know you've carried on the best relationship you could given the circumstances. What has you worried?"

"Dee, what if he doesn't want me. Just look at me, I'm a gramma now. When Jim went to prison we were both young and pretty. Now I'm old and fat." This seemed to open the floodgates again.

'Oh, honey. Two dress sizes up from where you were back then doesn't make you fat. Besides you've been visiting Jim regularly, he knows what you look like. He's grown older too. Maybe he's unsure about how you'll be looking at ...

... him. Did you ever think about that?"

"Dee, this is the other thing I wanted to talk to you about. You know there hasn't been anybody since Jim went to prison. After I came out of my funk and started going to therapy back then, I realized I had no sex drive any more. Literally the last man I was with was Marc, what if Jim still holds that against me somehow? I don't know how to be a wife again; I've been on my own for all these years. You know what I'm talking about right? What if Jim wants me but my lady parts don't work anymore." Linda was a bit calmer but she was still shedding tears.

"We all have to make adjustments as we get older. Dave and I don't have as much sex as we used to. It's natural for things to slow down. Your situation is unique, but if you're open and honest you should be alright. You should take it slow; find out where Jim's head is at. I mean the one on his shoulders." They both got a little laugh at that. That small innuendo seemed to lighten the mood.

"We did talk about taking it slow. Jim said he wanted to sleep in the second bedroom at first and then see how things go. I don't know Dee; I've built up such expectations for his coming home that I'm finding it hard to be practical. I want my husband back where he belongs, not down the hall in another bed."

Dee could only pat Linda's hand and let her cry it out. It seemed like her friend needed her one more time in her journey.

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Jim looked around at the gray walls of what had been his ...