I Used to Love Her... - Sex Stories

I Used to Love Her...

... large penises took longer to reinflate.

Neither of them bothered to dress. Marc took a party platter out of the fridge, and they ate vegies and dips, nachos. There was beer.

Eating took some time. Linda also took some time to look Marc over as they ate. She was mainly interested in his dick. Still soft. She wondered if he might need a pill. She'd heard about those blue pills. Jim never needed one. She tried to put thoughts of Jim out of her mind.

Linda went over to Marc, went to her knees and did her level best to stiffen him up. It took a while, but it finally worked. He moved to a couch. Linda straddled him and lowered herself onto his cock - carefully. She began bouncing on him, kissing his face. She was worked up again, but Marc's approach was.....languid. He stayed hard. That was about all she could say. She had two small orgasms, and then he came. Blah.

He shrank out of her. He said, "I need another shower, now." She followed him up the stairs, thinking that he had some Howard Hughes tendencies. She didn't go into the bathroom with him. She sat in a chair near the bed and waited.

Marc came out, again drying himself. She walked past him. He tossed her the towel. When Linda had completed her shower, she dried off and came back into the room. Marc was asleep on the bed. Naked. Soft. Well soft in the place that mattered.

Linda got into the bed, pulled the sheet over herself and tried to sleep. Not happening. She considered leaving for home. No car. She'd ...

... have to get an Uber or a cab. She dithered. And she began to wonder about her husband. Slowly the enormity of what she'd done started to sink in for her. She shivered. She sat up and looked for her phone. She went downstairs and found it in her purse, on a table near the door.

Linda looked at the phone calls. Some were from Dee. Some from her mom. None were from Jim. She looked at the texts. She read Dee's two texts. The first was a congratulatory one. But the second was worrying. It said, 'Jim left right away. He was talking bad. Divorce. Just a warning for the morning.'

He mom's text simply said, 'Please call me ASAP.' Linda wondered what her mother knew and how she knew it. She decided not to call.

She found her dress and put it on. Then she took a caftan from a chair and curled up on the couch. Maybe it was her newfound tension that tired her out. The sex certainly wouldn't have done that. She fell asleep. It was two am.

Daylight woke her at a little after seven am. She assessed her situation. She could call for transport. She had no coat, no hat, no underwear.

She went upstairs to wake Marc and try for a ride home. She had some inkling that he would want to show her off.

He was still asleep. She pushed his shoulder, and he turned over onto his back. He had a hard cock. He opened his eyes and saw her. He said, "Morning wood. Help yourself."

Linda hesitated. She slipped out of her shoes, lifted her skirt and straddled Marc. She looked directly at him as ...