Chapter 7
Funny how the years just seem to zip by. When you're young you can't wait to get older, then before you know it, there you are wondering where all the time went.
One day I made up my mind to see Lane again. I called but he was out so I left a number where he could reach me. Within a half hour he called. He asked to see me right away, but I told him I couldn't, but that tomorrow would be fine. We made plans where to meet.
I got there on time for a change, I am one of those people who are always late for everything. I guess I thought this meeting was important.
He looked as beautiful as always. It's funny how important sex is in a marriage. He kissed me on the cheek before he sat down. He had already ordered dinner for us. All in good taste like it always was with him. After we discussed the world problems, we got around to us, I told him I wanted a divorce. He didn't seem shocked by the request. He told me that after he had read my goodbye letter, he kind of expected it. I told him that I didn't want any money from him just the divorce papers. He said he still loved me and would I consider giving it another chance. I told him it wouldn't work.
First of all, Alan following me around like a jailer made me a nervous wreck and the sex problems we had couldn't be changed for the better. Lane said he would have Alan stop following me around like a shadow.
He said he had heard of an operation where they cut off the penis and graft on someone else's, the only problem with that was that it had to be hard all the time or soft. I must have started to laugh, because he grabbed my arm and told me that he was serious. I told him that I thought he was kidding because I had never heard of it. He told me that the operation had only been done on five men so far and that they were all older men who weren't able to get it up anymore.
I told him I couldn't subject him to something as new and as unsure as that, and that I needed an over abundance of sex, and someday I was sure he would find someone to suit his needs as I would fine someone too.
He asked me to spend one week with him and that I would have the divorce papers at the end of that week.
It sounded like a good deal to me, so I agreed. I didn't even go home to pick up my clothes. We left the restaurant together and went to our lovely home.
It was kind of nice to be there again. He had it decorated the way I had planned. After the maid fixed us some sandwiches and of all things hot chocolate, he gave her the night off.
I went upstairs to change my clothes, and everything I had bought was still there hanging in the closet. I thought I might as well do something for him so I put on the sexiest thing I had. It was a pale blue lace gown. It was like wearing tissue paper. Open down the front so that when I sat down my whole box was exposed. On the way down stairs I rubbed my nipples a bit so that they would be hard and stand out.
When Lane saw me in that gown he gasped. I knew that I hadn't lost my touch yet, not with him at least. By then, the short time it had taken me to change Lane had also gotten into a robe. I sat down making sure that my robe fell the right way exposing my throbbing pussy. Lane didn't wait very long before he leaped at me forcing my mouth open with his tongue. Too bad his prick didn't match the size of his tongue, most men's do. If they have a wide fat tongue they usually have a wide fat penis. It's always in the same proportions, at least nine times out of ten it is. I had to marry the exception, well that's how my luck runs.
Lane was running his thumb on my nipples which made them stand out even more. I began by moving my ass around, and he didn't need another hint. He began to finger fuck me with two fingers right away as he was still tonguing my mouth, keeping the same rhythm in and out with his fingers and tongue. Damn it, he had the magic touch. Then he buried his face in my pussy and ate me like there was no tomorrow. He went at it until he made me come and come and come. I knew he had too, because he was jerking off at the same time.
The next morning when I woke up he wasn't there, but left me a note saying that he would be home at seven that evening.
I roamed around the house that day just taking it easy. When he came home he handed me a bunch of lilacs. I put them in the living room where the pungent smell could drift through the house. He carried me upstairs and to the bed, and threw me on it. Then without taking off his tie, jacket, or his two hundred dollar suit, he opened his fly and stuck his prick in my mouth. It may not have been very big but it was always hard as a rock. I thought that being that he was so horny I would tease him for awhile. I held his cock in my hand so that he couldn't get it in my mouth. I licked the head of it with short flickering strokes, then as the strokes got longer I put a little more of it in my mouth. I ran my tongue down the vein that was swollen by then. Then I felt his hand moving for my cunt. I moved away so that he couldn't reach it. But he pulled me back and took off my panties. Then he turned around and started to eat me, which put his ass a little above my face. I never did like sixty-nine but it didn't feel bad this time. I put his balls in my mouth and started to suck on them. That got him more excited than ever and he started to come, but he never stopped eating me. He had it in his mind to make me come every time we had sex, and he was doing fine so far, as I could feel myself starting to come.
At the end of the week he gave me the divorce papers, and asked me to stay a little longer. Things were starting to get groovy with us so I decided to stay around to see how long it would last.
He was so happy when I told him I would stay, he took me out on the town to celebrate. I think we must have hit all the spots around for a fifty mile radius. I wore one of my new mini dresses that drew every eye in the place. Lane was very proud. It was a gay wonderful evening.
On the way home, I fell asleep in the car and didn't wake up until the next morning with Lane holding me in his arms and kissing me. We had breakfast in bed and just watched television and cuddled together.
He asked me what I had done all the time I was away from him. I of course only told him what he wanted to hear. I didn't dare mention about the films I had made. He enjoyed watching them, but had no respect for the people in them. He said there was always other ways to make money. They were just low people and they disgusted him. You can see why I didn't dare mention it.
The next few weeks went by very nicely but the time came when I told him I was getting bored and I needed a hobby of some kind. We talked about it for awhile and I made up my mind that it would be sky diving.
It was kind of scary even just jumping out of the plane the first time, but by the time I had my eighth lesson I had much more confidence. Lane came to see me jump a few times, but said it made him too nervous.
I noticed that the instructor was interested in me, so I took some extra lessons. The parachute straps on between the legs not covering the crotch. Then the other straps I altered in such a way that my tits would stand out. Every time I jumped I wore less clothes. Almost everyone wore jumpsuits, but I started to wear sweaters and skirts. I told the instructor, Tom, I didn't like wearing so many clothes and the weather didn't bother me.
Every time I jumped from then on he gave me a little push on my ass until it got to the point where it was a grab and not a pat. He'd find every excuse he could think of to rub up against me. I don't know if he was aware of it or not, but I looked forward to being with him.
This flirtation went on for weeks. Sometimes I would give a little wiggle when he happened to touch me and gave him many hardons.
One day I asked him to fix a strap for me, in the back. I stood facing him so he had to put his arms around me. He had to squat a bit to reach the strap and I pushed my pelvis forward, he stood up and started to rub his joint on my crotch. I told him he had also better check the straps between my legs. I spread my legs apart and as he checked the straps his fingers roamed to my crotch and then he had his hands on my box. I had heavy cotton panties on and he couldn't get his hand inside them, so he kept rubbing on the outside. Right then I decided to jump and I left his hand holding empty air. He followed me down and as he helped me out of the chute he asked me to have coffee with him.
On the way to the coffee shop we had to go through a deserted hanger. He was walking behind me and he grabbed me by the hips and began to rub his dick on my ass. I bent over and took off my panties. Then I grabbed his prick and put it between my legs and stuck it in my cunt. Before we knew it we were on our hands and knees fucking dog fashion.
Then one of the other instructors came in and caught us. He said he would tell my husband, unless. Unless, most of my life is unless. He wasn't bad to look at and why not. He told Tom to take off but I said no, that I wanted him to stay. Tom put it in me again and I started to suck off the other one. He was not circumcised and it smelled terrible, so I suggested that he stick it up my ass. He didn't hesitate, explaining that he never did it that way before. All three of us seemed to come at the same time and I don't know which one had a better time. The one who had it up my ass had such a small one, that I only got pleasure and no hurt.
Every time Tom and I got a chance we would make a grab for each other. We didn't have sex again after that until one day I asked him how about fucking while we were free falling. He thought it was a good idea. That day I wore my loose panties so he would be able to get in by the side with no trouble.
Before we jumped I jerked him off and ate him a bit and he finger fucked me so we would be ready. He jumped right after me and he had his pecker out of his pants, hard, stiff and ready. He floated down to me and grabbed my ass under the panties. He moved close to me until his cock found its way into my hot wet pussy. It was a sensational feeling. Fucking in free fall. We were falling too fast so just as soon as he was ready to come I pulled my rip cord. When the wind caught in my chute, it pulled him off me. I could see his sperm shooting into the air and he was saying, "beautiful, beautiful," then as he pulled his rip cord the wind didn't catch it right and his chute didn't open. I heard a lot of guys say that they wanted to die getting laid, but this was the first one that I knew of that got his wish.
When Lane heard about my instructor dying he made me give up jumping. I read all the articles on it but it was never mentioned that his fly was open.
A few nights later, Lane came home with a surprise for me. After eating me for awhile until I got horny, he put a suitcase on the bed. When he opened it, it held all different kinds of dildos that would fit over his small pecker. First he put on a medium one that had all things sticking out of it, and worked him up in size until he put on the king size one.
Oh, it felt great. He had to work hard to get it into me. But it was worth the try, because it felt so good that I thought I had a real prick in me. He fucked me like mad and after I came two times he still wanted more, so he put one of the dildos in my ass as he put his prick in my cunt. He didn't move in me, but was shoving the dildo in me at such a speed that I had to come again and so did he.
It was always such a pleasure to wake up next to Lane. He was always holding me close and comfortable. He felt hard and big and solid. It was the securest way to wake up. I guess that this was a woman's security. A man that really cares for her, next to her each morning.
Whenever Lane had to travel where he would be gone overnight he took me with him. I looked at his face and he looked like a little boy growing his first beard. He had a bit of blonde stubble on his face and his hair was mussed. He was in a deep untroubled sleep. I reached for his prick and gave it a little love squeeze but he didn't move, that's what I call sleeping. It was so small and soft, like noodles that were cooked too long.
I was getting used to it and decided to stay with him and try to act like a wife. He was prudish about a lot of things that's why I didn't tell him about the things that I did when I was away from him. If he ever found out about these things I know that his love for me would vanish.
I felt his prick starting to get hard, so I slid down to where I could put it in my mouth. When I got it there he stirred in his sleep. Then I started to suck on it and he woke up and held my head down. By this time his prick was like a rock and I kept sucking until he was almost ready to come, then I laughed and jumped up and said that I was going to take a shower. He jumped out of bed.
"You're not going to get away with that, and I will see to it."
He picked me up in his strong arms and threw me on the bed. I jumped off again only to be caught again and thrown back on the bed again.
I was a big girl, but he could throw me around like a featherweight. He started to nibble on me all over. He continued until he had me sensitive to his touch. Then he took his joint and rubbed it on my clitoris, until I told him to put it in. He was still in a playful mood and told me that he was going to get even with me for teasing him before. So he just kept rubbing me until I jumped every time he touched me.
His only problem was that he was very excited also. He put the end of it in me and I grabbed his ass and we began to fuck as if our lives depended on it. After a few pushes we both came.
Lane had a few days off so he took me to the country club as he had decided he was going to teach me tennis. I won the first game, but that was what they call beginners luck. That was the last game I won all day. I didn't mind losing though as it was nice watching Lane's beautiful body running around the court in his tight tee shirt and shorts. I didn't really like the game but I loved showing Lane off to the other females.
That's a wonderful feeling for a woman to be able to show her husband off. And let me tell you, that if rape with the eyes were possible, he had enough sex from these women to last him a lifetime.
I also had my share from the men, but the shape they were in was disgusting. They all had money, but with their balding heads and fat bellies shining in the sun. Funny it usually seems that the more money a man has, the less he takes care of himself. The cars and the clothes are always the best and though that attracts the females, the whole thing gets ruined when they take off their clothes. That's when it gets to the real nitty gritty and after awhile the girls do their nitty gritty with someone else.
People think it's disgusting when they see an older woman with a younger man, but they don't use their heads. After all the men at home have nothing to offer their women in the sex department, so the boys get paid very good just for socking it to her. Then when she gets home she treats her husband much better and everyone is happy in the long run.
I'm glad Lane was the type that always kept himself in shape. Of course he was still young but he prided himself on his good body. And boy, his was perfect.
Every day I spent with Lane, the less I wanted to leave him. He was just as beautiful inside, and a person as rare as that is hard to leave. He sent my family money every week since I had met him and said no matter what happens between us he always will. He also told me that if I left him again he would never take me back and I would get nothing from him. I tore him apart the last time I left and he couldn't let that happen again.
After a hard day playing tennis we gave a little party for about sixteen people. Norman, one of the guests was adorable and he gave me a hardon every time I looked at him, but I told myself I had a good thing with Lane, and remembering that, I decided to keep hands off. It was rough though as Norman kept following me around, but I avoided him as much as I could.
He must have seen the desire in my eyes. We had a few dances and the last one he danced me into a dark corner and caressed my breasts. It sent a chill down my spine. He was holding me close and nibbling on my ear. I told him to stop, but he said that the way I was looking at him all night, I didn't really want him to stop. I tried to convince him I was serious, but it didn't work. I guess I was holding him just as tightly as he was holding me.
Almost everyone was drunk by then and Lane was in the library talking to his friends. Norman slowly made our way out of the house without anyone noticing us. He pushed me against the side of the house and kissed me, he kissed terrible, it was much too hard and his mouth was open too much.
But the state I was in then I didn't care much, so I pushed his mouth off mine and let him kiss me on the neck. He did that pretty good. I had on a long hostess gown with a wide skirt which made it very convenient at a time like this. He lifted up the skirt and got his hand under and grabbed my cunt.
He went down instantly like a homing bird. He held my crotch apart with his two hands and stuck his tongue in my hole. That's when his big tongue came in handy. Eating was the last thing I wanted, what I wanted was his cock, but he now had that in his hand and was jerking off. I wanted cock in me and all I was getting was a tongue fucking which I could get from Lane anytime I wanted it. Norman was finished much too soon, much too soon for me anyway. Then we heard some people leaving so we quietly made our way back to the house.
Lane came out of the library as soon as we entered, so I figured I was safe. After another drink the other people left.
Lane and I went upstairs and as he was in as horny a mood as I, I hurried to have my bath.
Lane came in and asked me if I wanted company and I said there wasn't enough room. He said the least he could do was wash my back for me. I handed him the soap, smiled and leaned forward.
What a nice touch he had. I think I was falling in love with him. He didn't stay on my back long. He ran his hands down along my breasts until my nipples were hard and standing straight out like his prick was peeking out of his robe. Even though it was small it still excited me to see it hard. I pulled his robe open and started to play with it. He took his robe off and got in a more comfortable position. I told him I wanted to take a douche before we did anything. He got up and got it for me and filled it up, it was the kind that fills up by pressure and if you turn it upside down it won't run out unless the tube is in. He threw it in the tub and told me to go ahead. As soon as he saw me put it in my pussy he stuck his head under the water and started to eat me. He came up for air and then went under again, but the douche bag exploded, shooting water all over. We laughed ourselves silly over it.
Lane was soaking wet by then so he picked me up and carried me into the bedroom and started to eat me again. I was beginning to think that men only use their prick to pee out of. At least as far as I was concerned. Twice in one night and all I got was eaten.
He soon changed my mind when he started to fuck me. He said that he was feeling lazy that day and void me to sit on it. It felt bigger that way, so up I climbed. He told me to have my back facing him because he liked to see my ass move up and down. Of course I had to show off a little, so I made my ass move much more than usual. I got my ass up as high as I could so his prick wouldn't fall out and then I kind of wiggled down on it. I did it that way for about eight times and then as I was coming down the ninth time Lane was trying to put his finger up my ass. Once I felt a few jabs of his fingers I could not feel his prick anymore. Lane must have realized that because before I knew it he stuck a finger up my pussy too, boy that felt great. It must have been great for Lane too, because he came. He knew that I wasn't finished yet so he kept finger fucking me.
He turned me over on my side so that I was more comfortable and this way he could play with my nipples while kissing my neck and ears. Soon he made me come too, but that wasn't enough for him, as he was hot again by that time. He stuck his pecker in my ass and kept finger fucking me. We were both so tired that we fell asleep in that position. We were both sticky when we woke up, but it was worth it for both of us. I went into the bathroom to take a shower and almost broke my neck when I slipped on the water from the douche bag. My crotch was sore and worn out from the night before as it was a very active night. I locked the door in case Lane woke up feeling sexy, because all I wanted now was a good hot shower.
Lane didn't knock on the door but I heard him move about so I supposed he felt the same way I did. I didn't see him until breakfast. He came to the table looking very content. I got my usual long sexy kiss. We had pancakes and eggs. Lane had a double order of everything, no wonder he had so much energy. We spent most of the day visiting friends.
They had a beautiful house and Lane told me that next year we could have their house as they were going to live in Europe. I told him that I would rather stay in our house as it had beautiful memories. I got an extra kiss for that remark.
The day had gone by fast and we decided to retire early. After I had gotten ready for bed I saw that Lane had set up the projector and that we were going to see some pornographic films. We cuddled in bed and he turned the camera on. The first film wasn't too good. It was about the usual thief coming into the house with a mask on and finding a woman masturbating with a pickle or something. Of course that excited the thief and he made love to her. There was the usual close ups of balls swinging and tits dropping. Then she would eat him. The first two films were like that. Then we started to look at the third one. Lane sat there in complete shock. Of course it had to be me. Not just the regular run of the mill, where I'm screwing the guy or blowing him, no it had to be the one with the animals. He didn't say a word but just put on the last film and it was also of me, in a gang bang.
When the films were over, he didn't say a word. He turned towards me, looked at me, and then hit me a shot in the face, with such power that it knocked me out of bed. I knew then that it was all over for us. Just when everything was starting to be beautiful with us, I had ruined it all. I got off the floor and put my clothes on. I started to pack a suitcase, and Lane said "no" he went to the dresser and took a one hundred dollar bill and threw it at me. He turned his back on me.
I picked the money off the floor and walked out of the room. Tears running down my face as I walked out the front door. I knew what Lane was going through. I took one last look at the house and whispered "GOODBYE LANE," and walked away.