A Stranger Awakens a Second Act

Beth had Tom been married for twelve years. Like many couples in that stage of marriage, their time was focused more on raising the next generation of good humans than on each other. Weeks were spent on work, shuttling from one after-school activity to another, finding time for a decent meal together, and homework. Weekends were for sports, birthday parties, and family outings to make the most of the years when the kids were still interested in spending time with their parents.

Despite the chaos, they always made sure to have a date night each month. Their middle-class income meant the nights weren't extravagant but it gave them important time to tend to each other's needs and keep their relationship solid. Tonight's date was typical for them, stopping by a local diner for an inexpensive sandwich and a shake and then heading to their local movie theatre to see whatever was playing.

This week, the pickings were even thinner than usual. They settled on a romantic comedy nearing the end of an acceptable but unimpressive theatre run. No one would be surprised if this fourth week ended up being its last before film execs shuttled it over to whatever streaming service was desperate enough to bid for it.

Beth knew that Tom wasn't interested in the movie and this was more of a choice for her than for him. But with nothing that offered a better compromise between their tastes, he was happy to indulge her in seeing what she agreed would be two hours of nonsense. Two hours of nonsense that she wouldn't mind though. She could use a mental vacation and a dumb comedy in a cool theatre with her husband would occupy her brain for a short time with something other than her normal day-to-day stresses and anxieties.

Beyond the lack of other choices, she knew Tom was willing to go along with her suggestion because it meant the theatre would be empty or at least close to it. Their local multiplex didn't get as much traffic anymore. Even for good movies, a full house was rare. So for a mediocre romantic comedy at the end of its run, it wouldn't be a surprise if they were the only people who showed to see it off into the streaming world. They enjoyed not only the extra space and ability to chat during the movie afforded them by an empty theatre but also had gotten into the habit of fooling around a little as long as no one was sitting in a spot where they would be seen.

They weren't a young couple anymore and had a nice bedroom at home with a comfortable bed so they weren't doing anything excessive. Maybe leaning in for a kiss here and there. Maybe hands venturing to each other's thighs. Maybe even those same hands loosening pants for sensitive skin-to-skin contact, gently rubbing or stroking away some of the past month's stress. For Beth, a quiet orgasm wasn't out of the question. For Tom, he would have to wait until they returned home and the kids were asleep to receive his reciprocation.

On these trips, Beth found that something about touching her husband while relaxing and watching a film with a whole theatre to herself helped relieve her stress. Doing the same thing on the couch at home wasn't the same.

Tom was quiet tonight. Both at the restaurant and in the car. He wasn't cold or distant and she knew he was happy to be out with her, to have this one night per month to themselves. But she also knew he was exhausted. His job had applied an unusual amount of stress on him over the last month. He had powered through as he always did hiding the impact from his family as much as possible. But being married as long as they had, the effect was obvious to her. She didn't press him and allowed him the space to decompress but loved him enough to want to help. She rolled through the last few weeks in her mind remembering all the long days when he didn't finish work until after their normal dinner time. Since he wasn't interested in the movie tonight, she decided to pay him a little extra attention. She would watch her dumb movie and with any luck, relieve some of the pressure that had built up inside him. As they pulled into the parking lot with only a few cars scattered across what was now an excessive amount of spaces, she smiled. It appeared they would be alone enough for her to lean back in her reclining chair and touch her husband without worry.

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At a fancier more expensive restaurant a few minutes away from the diner where Tom and Beth shared their dinner, Jackie and Angela enjoyed each other's company as had become their habit at least once per week over the last year or so. They first met at the local community center as part of a book club. Both women had the unfortunate experience of being widowed earlier than they ever would have imagined. And both were now navigating their 50s being single empty nesters with more free time than they'd ever had as adults.

For Angela, a little over two years had passed since she'd lost George. The book club where she met Jackie was her first attempt at socializing since it happened. She'd only gone because her kids had been harping on her so much to get out and do something that she wanted to get them off her back and stop their worrying. But she also had to admit, they were probably right. The time had come and she needed to start living her life again.

Jackie had welcomed her as soon as she arrived and Angela could tell that Jackie was one of the leaders of the group. Over the next few months, she'd learn that Jackie had also lost her husband. But it had been four years by the time they met. She admired how strong Jackie was and how well-adjusted she appeared in this new phase of her life. Each time they talked, which became more and more frequent, Jackie had a new story about something from work or gossip from the community center or the YMCA. She was always taking little day trips and after a few months, began inviting Angela. More than anything, those trips started to bring Angela back into the world.

On one of those trips, Jackie brought up the subject of dating for the first time. Angela scoffed at the idea. She wasn't interested and couldn't imagine dating anyone after George so Jackie let it go. But while Jackie never bragged, Angela began to realize that Jackie had started dating again. At first, Angela ignored it figuring it was none of her business but over time, her curiosity got the better of her and she started asking questions. Usually after a few drinks. And the answers always surprised her.

Jackie not only was dating, but she had quite a few men with whom she spent time. She wasn't ready for anything serious and made that clear to her suitors but she also wasn't going to spend the rest of her life without physical affection. The more Angela learned about Jackie, the more she was impressed with her new friend. She had found a way to move into a new second phase of her life that was different from her life with her husband but still fulfilling. To Angela, that level of contentedness seemed unattainable. She couldn't imagine a well-rounded life without George. But she was happy to have Jackie as a friend and to experience her life vicariously. Away from Jackie though, most of her time was still spent alone. And she had a hard time imagining that ever changing.

But tonight she wasn't alone. She was with her friend. And that made it a good night. She and Jackie had picked a new Japanese Mexican fusion restaurant that opened in the space where a Spanish Thai fusion restaurant had just closed a few months ago. Apparently, this location was stuck in some kind of early 2000s fusion cuisine Groundhog Day situation and they were sure the food wouldn't be much better in this incarnation. But Angela and Jackie weren't there for the food anyway. They were there to people watch and gossip and most of all, enjoy each other's company.

Jackie told a story about a recent trip she'd made to go antiquing a few hours away. She casually mentioned that she'd brought a friend with her and when the friend had a man's name, Angela couldn't help herself. She asked if he was just a friend or maybe a little more. Jackie gave her a little smile and said that he was maybe a little more than a friend. She said she'd met him at the YMCA a few months ago and had enjoyed him enough to take him away for a weekend. When Angela asked how the trip went, all Jackie would say about the man was that he had held up his end of the bargain. She was more interested in talking about some of her finds at one of the shops they'd visited.

While they waited for the check, Jackie made a half-hearted attempt to convince Angela to join her at the Y next week. She had free guest passes and tried to sell Angela on the benefits of yoga. But Angela knew what this was really about. The Y was one of the places Jackie had the most luck meeting men and she was trying to gently nudge Angela in that direction. She appreciated her friend's efforts but politely declined.

As they got ready to leave, they made a last-minute decision to see a movie. The only thing playing was a romantic comedy that had been out for a while. But they hadn't seen it and anyway, they weren't any more interested in the movie than they had been in the restaurant. Angela knew it was just a good excuse for Jackie to get her to spend another two hours somewhere other than home. But she didn't mind. In fact, she appreciated it. She was having a good time tonight and was happy to extend the evening with her friend.

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Beth and Tom walked into the theatre to find it empty. As they always did in these situations, they picked their favorite seats in the middle of a row in the upper half of the theatre. They didn't like sitting too close and also preferred to have no one sitting behind them in case they got bored and wanted to scroll on their phones for a few minutes during a down time in the movie. Or if they wanted to distract themselves in another way.

Not long after they arrived, the parade of previews started. Every movie looked better than the one they were seeing tonight. They made mental notes of the ones they might want to see in the future knowing full well that their decisions about what to see always came down to whatever was playing at the specific time on the exact day they were able to fit in a date night. But sometimes they got lucky and even if not, watching on demand at home later was an option too.

As the trailers came to an end, Beth was slightly miffed to see two people walk into their theatre. She had been hoping to have it to herself but as the two women took a seat in the lower section near the end of the row, she figured it wouldn't hinder her plans much. She was still free to look at her phone without disrupting anyone and unless they had eyes on the back of their heads, nothing she did with her husband would get their attention.

Angela and Jackie made it to the theatre just in time. They were happy to see it was mostly empty so they could chat a little if they got bored. They sat in the last row of the lower level toward the end so that they were far enough from the only other people in attendance that they wouldn't bother them. And also, if the movie was bad enough that they decided to leave early, they wouldn't disrupt anyone. Not that this was some masterpiece they were seeing but they still didn't want to be rude.

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As the movie used its first act to telegraph its well-trodden and obvious premise, Beth settled into the comfortable rhythm of seeing something where she knew every beat before it landed. She reclined in her chair and leaned her body toward her husband settling in for the next couple hours. Even at this early stage, he had his phone out and was ready to give up on the evening's entertainment. But as Beth leaned against him, he put it away and shifted to put his arm around her.

Feeling relaxed and secure in the mostly empty theatre with the movie droning comfortably on the huge screen, Beth started to act on her plans from earlier. She moved her hand to her husband's thigh casually rubbing back and forth before letting her hand bump against and then move across the front of his jeans. After it became obvious the contact with that part of his body wasn't an accident, he gave her a quick glance to make sure she wanted to do this. He was usually the one to initiate this kind of activity. As he looked to her for confirmation, she gave him a more firm squeeze and he settled into his chair.

With him more comfortable now, she continued to move her hand across the front of his jeans. On each pass, she could feel him starting to grow against her hand. With a little more purpose, she pressed her hands directly against him rubbing up and down. He attempted to reciprocate by sliding his hand across her thigh and between her legs but she gently pushed his hand away and whispered that she wanted to focus on him tonight. She wasn't sure how that would be received because part of what enabled them to maintain a healthy sex life after all these years was they both enjoyed making the other feel good and weren't comfortable receiving without giving in return. But Beth suspected his recent stress level might cause him to put up less of a fight in that regard than usual and having made a good faith attempt at fairness, he seemed content to relax and receive her attention.

For the next little while, she continued touching him through his pants. But the jeans were too thick for her to be able to do what she wanted so as the movie plodded toward its second act, she gave a slight tug on his belt signaling to him that she wanted better access. Even with the two other people in the theatre, she wasn't worried about being caught. They had done this plenty of times before and unless either of the two women decided to turn around completely and wait long enough for their eyes to adjust, they wouldn't be able to see anything.

She felt Tom oblige as he loosened his belt, undid the button on his jeans, lowered his zipper, and slid himself out of his boxer briefs. His shirt hung far enough down that to anyone who happened to glance their way, it wouldn't be obvious what was happening and if needed, he could cover himself easily. Still, his erect penis was now exposed in a theatre. Beth felt a small tingle through her body as she wrapped her hand around him feeling his warmth grow more firm in her hand.

She slowly stroked up and down occasionally trailing her hand down over his scrotum, which was still inside his boxer briefs. But mostly, she gave him a slow sensual handjob that kept him aroused without threatening to bring him to orgasm.

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Angela and Jackie were also enjoying the movie. Not so much the plot or the acting but more the little jokes they made to each other as they were able to guess what would happen next with near perfect accuracy. Angela was especially adept at this having spent many nights at home since George passed half watching movies as bad and often much worse than this one. The advantage this one held over all the others was that she was watching it with her friend.

As the movie approached its halfway point, Angela realized she needed to use the restroom. She hated getting up during movies (unless it was to leave) but waiting over an hour would ruin the rest of the movie so she leaned over to Jackie and told her she would be right back. As she stood up and turned to leave, she thought she noticed some movement from the couple who was sitting in the second level. She made sure not to take any more than a quick glance as she walked toward the door and out to the hall but if she didn't know any better, she'd think there might have been some hanky panky going on up there. She wasn't the type of person to go telling on someone for having a little fun but she was surprised to see a couple that wasn't all that much younger than she was fooling around in a movie theatre like this. Good for them though. As long as they didn't go overboard, it made her happy to know that they were out enjoying each other. She wished she and George had made a point to have more nights like that together. Their relationship had been wonderful and she certainly didn't have any regrets. But it was impossible to lose someone that early and not wish you could've found more time together.

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As the woman in the lower section got up to leave, Tom quickly flopped his shirt over his exposed penis and tried to pull his pants together as best he could without being obvious. Beth kept her hand wrapped around his shaft but kept it still as the woman walked by to the bathroom. Tom gave her a worried look but she casually reassured him.

"She couldn't see anything. We're fine. Just relax." And with that, she started slowly moving her hand again. She wasn't sure why she was speaking with such confidence. In fact, she was pretty sure the other woman probably did see something. Maybe not anything incriminating but probably enough to at least have a hint at what they were doing. Still, Beth felt no need to tell her husband to put himself away and return her full attention to the rest of the movie. Instead, she watched for signs of the woman returning so she could pause her hand and not raise further suspicion.

When she heard the door to the theatre open, she stopped her hand and whispered to Tom to just look at the screen and not let the woman think anything was happening.

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Returning from the bathroom, Angela was determined to keep her eyes forward as she walked toward her seat so as not to create an uncomfortable situation. The couple was having a little bit of innocent fun and she didn't want to ruin it for them. But human nature overwhelmed her and as she stepped back into the theatre, she couldn't help but glance quickly up at them. She was mortified to find that she met eyes with the woman who was watching her walk to her seat while her husband seemed preoccupied with the film, and probably something else. She snapped her eyes away in embarrassment but after a few more steps as she approached her row, she for some reason looked back again and gave a slight smile.

In the milliseconds after she did so, she felt eons of time pass wondering why she would do a thing like that. She had made a decision not to disrupt this couple and had somehow done the complete opposite, probably ruining their night in the process. And then instead of leaving it there, had found a way to make it even worse and more weird. Enough time did not pass for her to think all of these thoughts consciously but subconsciously, they existed immediately. She felt all of the emotions associated with them pass through her simultaneously but before they had any time to resolve themselves, the other woman gave her a similar smile in return, and in that instant, everything was ok again. Better than ok in fact. She felt a slight warmth of solidarity with the other woman. They both knew what was happening, and the other woman knew that she was ok with it. That she was happy for her to have a nice night out with her husband. That she thought they deserved it.

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Beth wasn't sure what had just happened. She knew she'd been caught touching her husband in a movie theatre by another woman. But she felt no sense of fear or concern. The woman's smile had been almost reassuring. So much so that she had instinctively returned it. An acknowledgment between the two of them that sometimes, you just want to feel your husband's hardness in your hand while you watch a mediocre movie on a Friday night.

Once the other woman returned to her seat, Beth attempted to refocus her attention fully on her husband. She resumed her slow stroking and felt him respond to her touch. She had been touching him for a long time now and if she quickened her pace just a little, she could feel him pulsing against her hand. She knew better than to push any further but was happy to know he was enjoying himself. She could feel all the stress in him and understood that he probably needed the attention she was paying him more than she realized. She looked over at him a couple of times and realized his eyes were now closed. He was no longer even pretending to pay attention to the movie. He was focused on how she was making him feel and that made her feel good. As the movie meandered into its third act, Beth took a deep breath and settled back into a comfortable rhythm of watching and touching.

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Now back in her seat after her brief non-verbal interaction with the other woman, Angela tried to pay attention to the movie but her mind kept drifting to what she had seen, which wasn't much but still more than she expected when she'd bought her ticket. Against her will, her brain was trying to fill in the gaps in the scene. She suppressed those thoughts as well as the urge to tell Jackie what was happening behind them. For all her wonderful traits, Jackie could be a little less than subtle when people-watching. Usually, it was funny and charming. In this situation, it could be a problem. But when she could resist no longer, she leaned over to whisper in Jackie's ear.

"Don't turn around but I think the couple in the back is having a little fun."

"How can you tell me that and not expect me to turn around? What kind of fun?"

"Oh, nothing really. I just noticed when I went to the bathroom. I could see them shuffling around a little. There's nothing to see. I just thought it was funny. Kind of cute really."

"I have to turn around. You can't tell me something like that and then tell me not to check. I'll be careful.

"No, just let me check first and make sure they're not paying attention. You're always so obvious."

Angela knew she shouldn't have said anything but now she was stuck. She tried to subtly turn to look to the side like she was stretching and get the couple in her peripheral vision. When she got them in her line of sight, she was again caught off guard. This time because her eyes locked on to the woman's hand slowly moving up and down what was surely her husband's erect penis. She momentarily froze, willing herself to look away but compelled to linger long enough to let her eyes focus so she could see more clearly. In those few seconds, she was able to see him fully hard in her hand. The phrase 'not bad' entered her mind for an instant before she swatted it away. Well aware that she had been looking for too long, she shifted her gaze slightly to the woman and found herself again making eye contact with this stranger. This time, the woman initiated the exchange of gentle smiles. Nonverbally, she seemed to be giving her permission to look at what she was doing and so Angela did, looking again at the man's penis and seeing it better now that her eyes had adjusted. She could see that it was about average or a little more in length and she could see it move in response to the attention from the woman. Returning her eyes forward, she pushed away a sudden memory of how George felt in her hand that was both slightly arousing and bitterly sad.

"Jesus, if you were worried about me being obvious, what was that? You take a picture while you were at it?

Angela hesitated before answering. "Jackie, there's a little more going on back there than before."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, she's got his... she's got him out... and you can see it"

"And you looked for that long? Did she see you?"

"I think so. I think she's ok with it. I don't know."

"That's it, I'm looking."

"Just don't make it weird. I don't want to make them uncomfortable."

Angela tried weakly to dissuade her friend from looking but Jackie mimicked Angela's technique, rotating in her seat as if stretching, but more obviously as always. She was rewarded with a similar sight. She saw the woman lovingly stroking her very obviously content husband. She waited a few beats allowing her eyes to focus on his penis. It wasn't anything special but it was interesting to see in such a public place. She filed away the idea as a future date for herself and turned back to Angela.

"You weren't lying. She does have him out. All the way out. Good for them. They seem to be enjoying themselves."

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Beth continued moving her hand up and down slowly, dragging her fingers across the head of her husband's now pulsing erection, adjusting her pace in response to his body. When she felt him tense, she slowed. When she felt him relax, she quickened. Every once in a while, she would hear him exhale doing his best to release his breath slowly to be as quiet as possible. Through all of it, he laid back with his eyes closed, lost to the world.

Beth could no longer deny what was happening. She had just allowed two women to watch her give her husband a handjob. She had seen them talking and then the first one had turned around to see. Again, they had communicated entirely via body language, and for some reason, Beth had felt comfortable. She would have allowed the woman to look as long as she wanted.

Then the first woman had turned around and it had been her friend's turn. The friend had not engaged with her at all. She had only been after a glimpse of the work Beth was doing with her hand. But Beth didn't mind that either. She had been respectful and just gotten a glimpse instead of gawking. She didn't know why but she trusted these two women to allow her to pleasure her husband without causing a scene or ruining the experience for them.

After the second woman turned around, the first one began to shift again. Beth felt a sudden bubble of concern wondering if this was now getting out of hand. But instead of looking at her husband, the woman only turned to give Beth another brief smile as if to say thank you and ok, we'll leave you alone now. Enjoy the rest of the movie.

And enjoy the rest of the movie they did. For the remainder of the runtime, Beth kept her husband as hard as she could remember him being without pushing him over the edge to a finish. And for the rest of the movie, the two women in the lower section watched the movie as if nothing was happening behind them. They would occasionally lean over to whisper to each other but the whispering never resulted in turning around. For all Beth knew, they were talking about the movie.

As the climax of the movie approached, Beth whispered to her husband that he should probably get himself together because they'd be leaving soon. He made a show of giving a dramatic sigh in disappointment at being deprived of his own climax but she knew he wasn't serious. He wouldn't want her to finish him here in the theatre. But she played along and whispered a promise that she would give him what he needed when they got home. Uncomfortably, he put himself back together as best he could.

As soon as the credits rolled, the two women got up and walked out of the theatre without any further interaction with Beth, which was a relief to her now that Tom was paying attention to the world around him again. Beth waited a few minutes, partially to allow Tom to gather himself and partially to avoid leaving at the same time as the other women. On her way out, Beth stopped to use the restroom as Tom waited patiently to get home and get the relief he needed.

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Angela and Jackie walked out into the parking lot to their cars and said goodbye for the evening. Jackie joked about calling one of the men from the YMCA to see if he was available on short notice. After catching a glimpse in the theatre, she wanted the real thing. This was much more forward than Jackie had ever been with Angela in discussing her sex life but what was the point in being coy after what they'd both just seen? Angela wished her luck and told her maybe they could get lunch later that week and she could get more details. Jackie agreed and with that, they separated for the evening.

Angela got into her car but didn't pull away immediately. She needed a couple of moments to compose herself and think about what had happened. More than anything, she missed George as much as she had in months. She had allowed herself to mourn him in many ways. She mourned him as husband, as a father, as a well-respected member of their community, and as her best friend. But she had not allowed herself much space to mourn him as her lover. And tonight in an empty parking lot, for the first time since he'd passed, instead of trying to remember his good acts, she was allowing herself to remember how good sex felt with him. Many nights since she lost him, she had missed the feeling of sleeping beside her. But right now, she missed the feeling of him being inside her.

As she struggled with these thoughts, she noticed the couple from the theatre approaching one of the only other cars in the parking lot not far from where she was parked.

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Walking to the car, Beth noticed there weren't many cars left but in one of them, she was pretty sure she saw the woman from the theatre. At first she thought, what a coincidence. But after a couple seconds of thought realized it wasn't that much of a coincidence to see one of the two other people in the theatre on the way to the car. As they approached, an idea crossed her mind that she couldn't believe she was considering.

Before Tom could open his door, she said, "Aren't you going to open the door for me?"

"We've been married 12 years. Are you serious?"

"After how nice I was to you in there, I think a little romance is in order."

She could see a little confusion on Tom's face but he made his way to her side of the car. "Fair enough. Your carriage awaits m'lady."

Before he could turn to walk away, she kissed him on the mouth. He reciprocated and they stood against the car making out in a way they hadn't in years. She wasted no time reaching down and beginning to stroke him again through his pants. She felt him rapidly harden and undid his zipper so she could pull him out through his pants. Before he could process everything that was happening, she dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth. She had her back to the open car door so the view was mostly blocked for anyone who might been outside. Except in the direction of the car where the woman from the theatre sat.

"Oh my god that feels so good but are you sure this is a good idea."

"It's ok. It'll be fast. You deserve it. There's no one around."

"There's a car over there and uh, I think there might be someone in it."

She looked up and made eye contact with him. She knew it drove him crazy when she looked up at him like that with his dick filling her mouth. "Don't worry. Just look at me. Focus on me."

Tom obliged, probably because he had limited blood flow to his brain for the last two hours. Beth glanced to confirm that the other woman could see them and just as she'd hoped, was making no effort to conceal the fact that she was watching anymore.

Beth wasn't sure why but she wanted her to see this. She felt that the woman needed this somehow. She lovingly slid her mouth up and down Tom's shaft using her hand for additional stimulation. She took him all the way in her mouth and then all the way out so that his dick was fully visible in the night air of the parking lot. Every time she allowed her eyes to glance at the other car, she could see the other woman looking intently as her husband's penis pulsed inside her mouth. She knew he was getting close. When she started this, she hadn't really had an end game. She just wanted the other woman to see more than a brief glimpse of a handjob.

Without thinking, Beth pulled up her shirt and pulled down her bra exposing her breasts.

"Cum on me, Tom. Finish on me right here. Cum for me.'

She could see the surprise in his eyes but also the relief and within seconds, she felt him swell. She continued to stroke him with one hand and cupped his balls with her other, pointing him at her chest. He erupted in a way she couldn't remember ever feeling before. Jet after jet of warm cum splashed on her chest, running down her breasts to her stomach, covering most of her upper body. He came for what must have been at least 30 seconds before she felt him start to soften in her hand. When he was fully spent and had stopped pulsing in her hand, she let him go and he haphazardly put himself back inside his pants before helping her up. After briefly contemplating her options, she accepted that these clothes were ruined and pulled her bra back up and pulled her shirt down. She was still covered in cum and felt it on her body under her clothes. She leaned in to kiss her husband before getting into the car and waiting for him to walk around to his side.

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Angela was physically in her car but she had transcended to another plane of existence. She was watching this woman pleasure her husband with her mouth and felt George everywhere. She could feel him in her mouth. She felt every vein. She could feel how he used to pulse when she licked the underside of his head. She could feel him inside her. She felt him pressing against her walls. She could feel his mouth on her vagina. She felt his tongue pressing against her clitoris. She watched the other woman please her husband and remembered what it felt like with perfect clarity the moment before her George would erupt inside her.

As she watched the other woman lift her shirt, she knew what was going to happen. She traveled in her mind to the campground where she and George used to vacation while her parents watched the kids. She remembered a day when no one had camped anywhere near them and she'd taken advantage of the freedom to spend all day pleasuring George and he reciprocating. She'd welcomed him inside her over and over that day but never letting him finish, which was in contrast to her many orgasms. They'd had sex in bed, in the outdoor shower, pushed up against the RV, even in a flimsy camping chair she was sure was going to break. And every time, she had climaxed multiple times. Throughout the course of the day, she'd probably had him in her mouth for at least an hour and barely let him walk him by her without reaching out and grabbing his dick, keeping him at least partially erect for hours at a time.

Back in the current reality, she watched the couple from the theatre as they reached their finish. She saw the man's massive orgasm. In her memory, she was on her knees in front of George who was leaning back moaning in the same camping chair they'd almost retired earlier. She'd pushed him so far that he was unable to control the sounds he was making. Without warning him of what she was going to do, instead of slowing down as he throbbed in her mouth, she sped up before pulling him out of her mouth and stroking him with both hands.

She watched the first jet from the man in the parking lot splash across the woman's chest and in her sense memory, she felt the beginning of George's eruption land on her cheek and in her hair. She watched the woman in the parking lot look up with love at her husband as his orgasm covered her upper body and felt George continuing to explode with a force that she knew she would remember forever. As it was happening, she knew this would be something she'd think about when she was touching herself when he had to go on his business trips. She'd never known he could have an orgasm like this and as she felt his cum all over her body, she had an orgasm herself. When he was finally finished, she'd walked down to the lake naked covered in him not caring who saw.

After he regained his strength, he joined her and together they soaked in the lake and the afterglow of their lovemaking. They'd kissed and held each other close as the sun started to descend over the lake. She was shocked to feel him harden against her body so soon after the most intense orgasm she'd ever seen him have. She'd enveloped him inside her and they'd moved together to a much more subdued finish. If what happened earlier was an earthquake, this was an aftershock. She felt him release inside her and held him close as he had his second orgasm of the evening. At the same time, she felt her pussy clench around him and luxuriated in yet another orgasm on a day when she'd lost count of how many she'd had.

Back in her car, she watched the scene unfold in front of her, lost in the overlap between the reality of the moment and her bittersweet memories, which tonight felt much more sweet than bitter. A woman bringing her man to an intense orgasm just as she had done so many times for George and allowing her to watch as she relieved all the stress from his body. Unconsciously, her hand slid down her pants and found her clitoris. She couldn't remember the last time she felt herself this wet. As the couple in front of her was lost in their own climax, she also ascended into her most intense orgasm since she'd lost George. She felt his body everywhere She knew she wasn't capable of bringing herself this level of pleasure and the only explanation was that her lover was here to please her. His fingers, his dick, his tongue, all over her. He was here in this car with her, pushing her to a pulsing electric orgasm as she watched another woman please her husband the way she used to please George.

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With the other car still sitting in the parking lot, Beth and Tom drove away in silence. But not an uncomfortable silence. She could see his head swimming. She imagined what his thoughts must be. He had recognized the woman from the theatre and suspected she could see them. But how much attention he had paid to her, Beth wasn't sure. She never saw him look away after the initial recognition that they weren't quite alone in the parking lot. She waited for him to bring it up, to ask a question. But no questions ever came. He seemed content and while he wasn't any more talkative on the way home than he had been earlier, the tension coming from his side of the car seemed to have dissipated. As if sensing her thoughts, he reached over to take her hand in his and gave a loving squeeze. For the remainder of the drive, he held her hand and that was all the communication she needed to know that he was happy.

Now comfortable with everything that happened, Beth leaned back in her seat, eyes closed, holding her husband's hand, and luxuriated in the feeling of him all over her body. Even after so much eroticism and without having received any stimulation herself, she somehow felt satisfied. She didn't understand what had happened. Not in any logical way. But she knew somehow that she had helped the other woman. She had needed to see Beth's love for her husband. She had needed to see him have that final release. And in the aftermath, Beth was left with two primary feelings: love for the man she knew she would spend the rest of her life with and a strange connection to the woman from the theatre. The woman's brief smile replayed over and over in her head interspersed with the intense look of focus as she'd watched her bring Tom to climax.

On that ride home, Beth knew that she'd never understand that night. But she also knew that it had been important. And that somehow, she had helped a stranger in need.

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A few minutes after the couple pulled out of the parking lot, Angela put her car in drive and made her way home in a daze. Luckily, she had driven this route so many times that she was able to make it on autopilot. She worried that she would feel guilty or wrong about the events of the evening but those feelings never came. She knew the other woman wanted her to see, to give her a gift she didn't know she needed. She could feel that she had more than an orgasm as she watched them finish. She unlocked something inside herself that had been walled off since George passed. She hadn't allowed herself to think about sex in any more than a fleeting way in the last two years. She felt uncomfortable remembering George that way and thinking about anyone else still felt like cheating. She did masturbate occasionally but always quickly and only out of necessity like she was trying to leave her sexual self in the past in George.

But tonight, as she'd felt George with her in the car, she felt that part of herself re-emerging. She knew that orgasm, as amazing as it was, wouldn't be the last for her that night. She intended to spend a comfortable evening in bed with a glass (or maybe a bottle) of wine and a Denzel Washington movie. She also intended to buy a new vibrator. She had an old one that she bought to use when George wasn't in the mood but she knew the technology had improved greatly and she wanted to experience that. And last, she was going to take Jackie's advice and join the YMCA. She would try yoga, swimming, and whatever else Jackie recommended. And if while she was there, a handsome single man asked her to dinner, she was going to say yes so that after dinner, she could rediscover the parts of herself that she had been ignoring. Because it had been too long and she deserved it.