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A New York Fuck

... say something, but he waited for me. Considerate as always. "I'm sorry. I'm being a baby. It's just... well it's one thing knowing you are married. Quite another hearing her voice."

I paused, uncertain whether I should say more. "Quite another hearing you say that you love her."

There, it was out there. Robert smiled ruefully. "It's my fault. I should have gone down to the lobby. But I didn't want you to think that I had run. I wasn't careful enough, didn't think of you. I'm sorry."

He bowed his head and looked at the floor as he spoke. "It's... complicated. What a fucking cliché, right?" He laughed, but with a bitter edge to the sound. "It's true, I do still love her. But... but it's different. Joyce... she's... she's still my best friend. But... but something happened, not a trauma, not an illness, nothing definitive. She... she just stopped wanting me, wanting anyone. She just lost interest in the physical. I don't think she's ever been unfaithful. Not... not like me."

He stopped and extended his arm towards me. I handed him the water and he nodded in thanks. His mouth moistened, Robert continued. "I still wanted her, but not if she didn't want me. I don't think I could have borne that. We never reached an explicit agreement. But we both understood. It was best friends from now on. And if I had... well, needs. Then that was OK. So long as I didn't rub her face in it. So long as I was careful. So, here I am."

I reached out and touched his shoulder. "That must ...

... have been hard, must still be hard. I didn't mean to make things worse. You were open with me. I knew what I was getting in to. It's just... well... OK, I'll just say it. That was the best fuck ever. Nothing else was even close. I didn't know it could be like that. And my head is still spinning if I'm honest. It was... it was just a shock to segue from that to..."

He took my hands and raised me to sitting, enfolding me in his arms, my face buried in his shoulder. "It's OK, shit timing and my fault totally. I was an asshole, OK? Forgive me?"

I nodded. He laughed again, but the bitterness had gone. "And you know what? Me too!"

I wasn't sure what he meant and guessed that my face showed this. "I never had a fuck like that either, Sadie. It was truly incredible."

I felt a glow, unsure if it was pride, relief, or arousal. OK, it was definitely the beginnings of arousal. I put my hands on Robert's cheeks and kissed him. "Tell you what, we can talk later. Is an old man like you capable of getting it up again, or do I have to look after myself?"

He grinned. "Well, there is one thing you could do. Something I have been dreaming of. Something we talked about, that you wrote about in your stories."

He slipped off his robe and stood. I could see already that there were signs of recovery. Again my expression must have revealed my inner feelings. This time his laugh was unrestrained. "I'm forty-three, not sixty-three. And you told me you were an angel on your knees. Want ...