Tom and Carolyn Ch. 02

This story is a continuation of a story posted as Tom and Carolyn concerning a pair of widowers who meet and recover their sex life. Like the first posting much of this chapter concerns their recollections of their sex life before they met, in this case during their marriages.

Tom sat at Carolyn's kitchen table with his hands wrapped about a warm cup of coffee as he watched her working at the stove scrambling eggs for a late breakfast. They had slept until nearly 11 that morning mainly because much of the night's sleep was interrupted by sex. Every couple of hours one or the other of them would awake finding themselves horny and proceed to awaken the other for more sex. Once they both arose to the late-morning's bright sunlight they had shared a shower and of course, more sex in the shower. What else are oversize showers for?

Tom sat wearing a pair of boxers and nothing else. Carolyn wore panties and an old scoop necked T-shirt that felt delicious on her naked breasts but did little to conceal them. It was soft and baggy allowing them to wobble lustily as she walked about. Tom could feel his cock stirring as he thought about the delicious sex they had enjoyed and stared at Carolyn's plump round ass so poorly concealed by her panties. Carolyn knew Tom was staring at her ass and she was enjoying it. Like Tom her mind was replaying some of the glorious sex of the night before. She could feel her nipples swelling as she stirred the eggs.

Tom and Carolyn had each been widowed approximately two years before and struggled with the depression that resulted from the sudden and shocking loss of their life partner. Tom's wife of twenty years, Elaine, had died of Covid which took her very suddenly early in the pandemic. Carolyn's husband of a similar period, Matthew, had died in a car wreck. The loss of their spouses had driven each into a deep depression which they had mostly recovered from with the help of counseling. The one element of their depression that had defeated the efforts of their respective counselors was a nearly complete loss of libido. Up until the night before neither had any interest whatsoever in sex. That problem seemed to have resolved itself thanks to a shared joint and good deal of wine.

As Carolyn set two plates of eggs on the table she leaned well forward so Tom could see deeply into the baggy T-shirt she was wearing. They sat eating their eggs in silence for a while until Tom finally worked up the courage to address the 600 pound gorilla in the room. "So," he said, "last night was very interesting."

"Interesting? she echoed. "I thought it was one of the most erotic experiences I've ever had. At least high in the top ten. How can you say it was just interesting?"

Tom laughed. "Yeah me too, and I would like to hear about the events in your experience that topped last night."

"All in due time. In due time," she responded. "I'm not going to tell you every dirty story I've got all in one weekend."

"Actually I meant something different by 'interesting.' I can't speak for you, but it appeared that my depression caused loss of libido was cured last night."

Carolyn laughed. "No shit. I thought I would never get all of your cum out of my hair."

"Oops. Sorry about that."

"Not a complaint."

"But the question I was wondering about was whether it was the same for you."

"What? You made me cum... my god I lost track of how many times. Or didn't you notice?"

"Oh yeah I noticed. You are very vocal about your orgasms. I was loving it. My wife was almost never that way. The question I was wondering about was whether the cure for each of us was permanent?"

Carolyn held her tits out towards him using her thumbs and forefingers to pinch the bulging engorged nipples through the cloth of the shirt. "Does this answer your question?" she asked.

He smiled in response and then licked his lips.

"And what about you? she asked. "Are you recovered this morning. You seemed to be in the shower. No depression lack of libido there that I could feel."

Tom stared at her and said, "Look under the table." When she did she saw his erect dick protruding from the opening in the boxers he was wearing.

She sat up and pulled her T-shirt over her head throwing it to the side. "It looks like you are fully recovered and I am overdressed."

"Okay so we're cured. All it took was a strong joint and a lot of wine. My counselor would be very proud of me."

"Mine too."

"Of course it may take more than a weekend of lust to be sure."

"What are you suggesting? That we become fuck buddies?"

"Well at least friends with benefits," Tom responded.

"Hmm," she said, looking at him over the top of her coffee cup. "It depends on how you perform the rest of this weekend."

"Oh. A test?"

She arched her eyebrows at him in response.

"Do you mean a fuck test?" he asked.

"Yes. Perhaps every weekend," she answered with a laugh.

Tom reached across and held both her hands saying, "I'll sign up for that. If I give up on fucking you just take me out and shoot me."

She was laughing hard now. "I think that was a compliment."

"Absolutely."

Changing the subject he asked, "Did you and your husband always walk around the house as close to naked as we are now?"

"Of course. At least on weekends and when our friends and family weren't visiting. Didn't you and Elaine do that?"

Tom shook his head showing a bit of disappointment. "Elaine didn't approve of nudity, mine or hers. Like I told you we always made love in the dark and under the blankets."

"That's a shame. You have a great body to look at, especially that thing between your legs."

"Elaine was tall and lean with small tits and long gorgeous legs. At least I thought they were gorgeous when she would let me see them. She was very self-conscious about her body which was too bad. I found her sexy."

"Yes but then after your summer before college which you spent fucking your pervy friend's horny sister you probably found all women sexy."

Tom smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "But I take it your Matt liked nudity."

"He reveled in it: mine; his (he wasn't as ripped as he liked to think); or any naked woman he could find."

"Other naked women?" Tom asked. "Who?"

"Well strippers for sure. Didn't you go to strip shows, especially since your wife didn't like nudity around the house?"

"No she didn't approve."

Carolyn shook her head. "So when was the last time you went to a strip joint?"

Tom shook his head, "Oh god. Before I got married. Before I met Elaine."

Carolyn got a glimmer in her eye. She looked at her watch and said, "Get dressed. Fully dressed. Right now. We're going to a strip joint. I know one that opens at lunch time. Matt and I called it the Club although it has a trashier name over the door. We used to go there on a Saturday or a Sunday afternoon and then he would fuck me silly afterwards. Great way to spend a Saturday or Sunday afternoon."

"What? You went to strip shows with your husband? How? I mean what did you do?"

"I watched the girls tease Matt. They were driving him crazy but he couldn't have them because I was there. Then he would take me home and we would spend the rest of the day screwing. But the no touch rule goes for you too Mister. I have plans for that thing of yours this afternoon. I just want it properly revved up."

Tom was looking at Carolyn like he thought she was dangerous but he said, "Okay, I just have to go back to my apartment and get some clean clothes."

"Fine. Me too." She shimmied her tits and said, "It's okay for the dancers at the Club to look like this but not me. I am staying in the audience and drinking their weak beer. Meet me at my car down in the garage."

When Tom met her in the garage he was surprised at her clothing. It looked as though she had dressed for work at her job as a psychologist--low heeled pumps; a modest tan skirt ending just at the knees; a well ironed, white, blouse buttoned nearly to her throat; and a tan jacket of the same cloth as the skirt.

"I didn't know I had to dress up for a strip joint? he asked?"

"You don't. Just me. I'll explain later."

The strip joint was in a seedy looking, low, flat topped, building adjoining a run-down strip mall on the wrong side of town. The strip mall next door seemed empty. The windows of most of the stores had been covered with paper advertising the space for lease. Some of the signs had peeled partially off and were hanging haphazardly advertising mostly the failure of the last tenant. The parking lot before the mall was in a state of disrepair, with numerous chuckholes some still filled with water from the prior night's rain. But the parking lot in front of the club appeared to have been well maintained There were what seemed to Tom a surprising number of cars parked before it.

When they went in Tom received a shock when the bouncer just inside the door, a huge bear of a man with hair in a ponytail and a large beard, looked at Carolyn in surprise and then said, "Doc. What are you doing here on a Saturday? It's so good to see you." He enveloped her in a hug that she all but disappeared into. When he finally let go he said, "All of the girls will be glad to see you."

Carolyn smiled and said, "This is my friend Tom," nodding her head towards him.

"Good to meet you Tom," the bouncer said, enveloping his hand in a bone crushing shake. "Any friend of the Doc's is a friend of ours."

It was all Tom could do to manage an, "Hello," before a young woman came bouncing up with a similar greeting for Carolyn. Bouncing was the right description. Like the other waitresses Tom could see working the crowd she was naked except for a very short skirt and of course a killer set of heels. Tom had noticed her boobs were bouncing beautifully as she arrived. Carolyn smiled to herself as she watched Tom's distraction but simply introduced him as her friend Tom. The girl was Lucy.

"What the hell," Tom asked himself. "How does Carolyn know all these people?"

Lucy quickly showed them to a small table down near the stage, whisking away the reserved sign. "I've got to work Doc but I'll try and come by later. Janey will get you two something to drink."

The music was blaring a pounding rock beat. On the stage a few feet from them a tall, lean, black woman was just finishing her number. She was completely naked and as the music ended she quickly gathered up the few garments she had arrived on the stage with at the beginning of the set and all the cash the appreciative patrons had tossed at her during her number. As she stood she looked down and saw Carolyn. Her eyes lit up and she waived Carolyn a quick hello before she departed to be promptly replaced by another dancer.

Tom leaned toward Carolyn, straining his voice to be heard over the play list beginning for the next set. "How do you know all these people Carolyn?"

Before she could answer another half-naked waitress arrived with a couple of beers. Carolyn exclaimed, "Janey, you're still here." She jumped to her feet and wrapped the nearly naked bar maid in a hug with the rest of their conversation being drowned out by the music.

Janey's arrival was repeated several more times by other equally excited half naked waitresses all of whom seemed to be on close terms with Carolyn.

After about the third or fourth girl Carolyn leaned over to Tom and said, "Don't worry about them. They're just friends. Watch the show. That's what we came for."

They sat through three dancers each sexier and more seductive than the last for Tom. After each number Carolyn reached into her blouse which was opened well down her chest, retrieved some cash from the lacy undergarment she appeared to have on, and tossed it on the stage as a tip.

After the third dancer Carolyn leaned over and yelled, "Having fun yet?" When he didn't answer immediately she reached across and put her hand in his lap squeezing his swollen dick through his pants. "I thought so." Then she asked him, "Ever had a lap dance?"

Tom gave her a slightly terrified look to which she responded, "I thought not. I think you need to have your first lap dance. See anyone you fancy?"

Tom shook his head in wonder.

She waived down Janey who was passing by with a tray of drinks and stood speaking quickly to her in the noise. When she sat back down she leaned over to Tom and said, "Were set. Room Ten in five minutes. You're going to love this."

They finished the beer. Weak as it was Tom wondered why they bothered. Carolyn threw more cash on the table for a tip and then she led him to the back of the room. They walked down a dimly lit hallway until they came to a door marked 10. The inside was better lit but still not bright. It must have been insulated because once the door was closed the noise from the main room was gone. The paint on the walls was a bit dingy, but the wooden floor was swept clean. There were two chairs, more or less the same as the simple chairs at the tables in the show room, one in the center of the room and one to the side near the wall. There was a boom box on a small table.

"You sit there Tom," Carolyn said, directing him to the chair in the center of the room. "I will sit here. And watch. "Carolyn smiled as she remembered how much she enjoyed watching one of the girls teasing her late husband with a lap dance.

They sat as Carolyn had directed, Tom sitting straight up looking more than a little uncomfortable. Carolyn was leaning back in her chair with her legs crossed, her conservative skirt showing a good deal of leg. Tom again started to ask a question but Carolyn simply said, "Wait, I will explain later."

Moments later the door opened and the tall black woman who had just finished her set when they arrived walked in. She was a bit older than the other performers and wait staff, but still stunningly beautiful. She first walked directly to Carolyn who stood and hugged her. The door was still open so Tom couldn't hear their brief conversation. Whatever was said it left both women laughing. Tom being a natural introvert with a bit of innate insecurity immediately assumed he was the subject of their amusement adding to the insecurity he already felt.

"Tom," Carolyn said loud enough to be heard, "This is Shauna. She is going to dance for you today. There's just one rule here Tom. No fucking."

"Uhh, yeah sure," he stammered in response. Carolyn's tone was firm and he knew he should be looking at her, but Shauna was distracting and aside from a momentary flick of his eyes at Carolyn Tom's attention was riveted on the stripper. She was tall, at least 5-9 or 5-10 plus the four inch heels she was wearing. Her flawless skin was a soft chocolate, hair trimmed short and growing with an intense curl that simply molded her scalp. Her makeup was intense around her dark eyes, but the rest of it was simple, enough foundation to accentuate her high cheek bones, and a tan lip glaze. As she walked towards him her long, lean, legs swung out of the barely fastened robe, muscular from her long dance training but still lean like a high fashion model.

"Hello Tom," she said when she reached him. She seemed to Tom to tower for miles above him. He quickly rose from the chair still finding himself a bit below eye level. She thrust her long arm and hand out from the open sides of the robe showing him even more of her smooth chocolate skin. Her long nails were finished with a soft tan polish matching her choice of lip gloss. The hand Tom shook was warm and confident. "Doc says you're new to this. She's asked me to take good care of you and I'm going to do just that. Just sit down and relax." She smiled a huge smile that lit up the room with gleaming, straight, teeth and then leaned forward and nuzzled Tom's ear with her lips, saying as she pulled back, "We're going to have a good time, I promise." There was an aroma to her that Tom had never quite smelled before. Strong and very feminine. She put her hand on Tom's shoulder and pushed down lightly causing him to sink immediately into the chair.

Carolyn had sat silently against the wall, her legs crossed as she watched Tom and Shauna.

Shauna walked quickly back across the floor, her heels clicking on the hardwood, until she stood before her music source. She selected a disc from a collection and inserted it into the player. Before she hit the play button she reached down and released her heels sliding them off so she stood barefoot facing Tom. Her hips were thrust forward as she leaned against the table staring at Tom as she thought about her dance. Then she reached behind herself and let the music begin. It was not the pounding rock he had seen Shauna dancing to earlier. It was softer, more melodic with a full orchestra. As the sounds filled the space Shuana begin to dance smoothly about the room as though on stage in a legitimate theater.

Tom quickly saw that the robe she wore was very sheer, concealing nothing beneath it. It was open at the sides so her movements exposed long beautiful soft chocolate arms and legs. As she danced he could see her large breasts swing and jiggle in time with the music. she wore a bra but it seemed more for appearance than effect. When she leaned forward, briefly touching her toes before leaping with the music he could see her hips, narrow but obviously strong with muscles that created a shelf where her back met her butt. Beyond the bra the only garment Tom could identify through the nearly transparent robe was something he assumed was a G-string, dark thin lines around her waist disappearing between the globes of her ass and reappearing so minimally in the front as to be hardly there.

The music soared in tone and beat and she approached on mincing steps on the balls of her feet until she reached him leaning forward with her hands resting on his shoulders just as the tone and pace of the music died again. Following the music's suddenly slowing pace she dragged her hands gradually down his chest pressing with her finger tips and bringing her hands together at his waist to caress the lump in his trousers that was his erect cock. Continuing to follow the fading music her hands slid down the inside of his legs caressing the inside of each thigh and calf until she was on her knees before him, head down and pulling her hands across the floor from him. The back of the robe had slid to one side exposing her muscular ass to Tom's view. He licked his lips.

The music rose again and she leaped up and away landing on both feet with her legs spread widely as she stared at him. Somehow in the process she had released the only catch on the robe so it was open and draped behind her leaving her exposed but for her bra and G-string. She stood in that posture holding her tits out to him ignoring several bars of the music, her face and posture demanding his attention. Her breasts were beautiful, large and soft but far from flat coming, even without the help of the bra which she had deftly released and flung aside, to firm points capped by large dark areola and even darker nipples that had the black shine that the rest of her chocolate skin lacked. Tom felt his cock flex at the eroticism of her dance.

Now she stalked away still ignoring the music. A hand behind her had gathered the fabric of the robe and held it up and away so when she leaned forward touching her toes, legs spread widely and straight Tom could appreciate the sheer strength and power of the globes of her ass. When she rose she dropped the robe from her shoulders and kicked it aside. She stood briefly before the music system, gleaming with sweat and naked but for the almost invisible G-string as she changed the music.

Tom looked quickly at Carolyn. Her head was turned, her eyes bright and her attention fixed on Shauna.

The new music was faster, a rapid almost African beat, but still not the pounding rock of the music in the main room. She danced about the room now leaping to the beat and then bending to the floor and holding her pose. At times she simply stood before Tom holding her magnificent breasts out and jiggling them in her hands to the driving beat of the music. He was focused on her tits but he briefly caught her looking to a smiling Carolyn for approval.

Next she dropped to the floor right before Tom her body writhing sensuously, erotically before him; legs crossed and then spread; perhaps extended as in a dance move or pulled back with her hands behind her knees spread and showing how little the G-string actually covered; then flipping to her knees, that magnificent ass in the air pointed at Tom and twerking as though helping to drive his thrusting cock home; or lying flat on her back again legs spread widely and facing Tom as she dragged her fingers sensuously up the inside of her thighs and then over her barely hidden sex and further upward to pause briefly at each breast to pinch the swollen nipples and eventually finishing with soft strokes up the side of her face followed by a long reach over and behind her head her wrists interlocked as though shackled.

She rose sinuously to her feet and again placed herself directly before Tom, her straight legs spread, and bent sharply forward at the waist, hands again resting on his shoulders. Once more she dragged her hands slowly down his chest until she reached his lap to stroke his raging cock through his pants. She continued on down caressing the inside of his legs and eventually ending up on her knees bent forward in a totally submissive posture that just screamed come fuck me from behind.

She repeated these moves several times and then resumed dancing to the driving beat of the music but now sitting astride Tom in a classic lap dance posture her hips grinding against his swollen clock. She reached behind herself and grabbed his hands placing them on her tits inviting Tom by her move to fondle them which he did with glee. In time she would rise. Her legs still astride Tom's but bent at the waist with her ass almost in his face. Without asking Tom used this posture as an opportunity to massage and fondle the firm globes of her ass. If she felt him reaching for her sex she would jump away and whirl to the music returning within moments to grind her ass against his lap while he fondled her tits.

This kept up for a good twenty minutes. Tom somehow missed Carolyn rising and restarting the music. When the music paused for a last time signifying an end to her performance Shauna stood naked before him covered with sweat, the small cloth patch of the G-string twisted and nestled between her fleshy inner pussy lips which protruded crying out for attention. She again repeated, without the sound of the music, the movement in which she dragged her hands down his shoulders over his cock and down his legs winding up on her knees before him in her submissive posture. She held that long enough to make her submissive message clear and then she rose up to her knees treating him again to her thousand watt smile and saying simply, "Yes, that was fun wasn't it?"

Tom was speechless able only to nod in appreciation.

To one side they could hear Carolyn clapping. Shauna rose to her feet and looked at Carolyn saying, "I think you need to take him home now Doc." Then she quickly gathered up her things, including another pile of cash Carolyn had extracted from her bosom, and left the room.

Carolyn was leaning against the table looking at Tom in silence, a thumb and forefinger tugging lightly at her lower lip in thought. Tom was equally silent, stunned by his experience of the last half hour or so.

"Any thoughts?" she asked.

Tom shook his head, finally saying, "That was the most erotic experience I've ever had."

"Yes she's really something isn't she?"

"I think we need to leave."

"Oh and why would that be? Feeling a need for some relief?"

He laughed in response.

"Yeah me too."

"Oh so you found that erotic too? Was it her or was it just watching her effect on me?" he asked.

"Hmm. Both of course. Let's go."

They left the room and discovered as they approached the door to the parking lot that there was a crowd of performers and waitresses waiting for them. They all felt a need to say hello and/or goodbye to the Doc and several, including the bouncer, whispered in Tom's ear, "Take good care of her. She's important to us."

Carolyn asked Tom to drive saying, "I'm so fucking horny I'm not sure I can concentrate."

"And you think I'm any better?"

"You better be. We're not calling an Uber because we're both too horny to drive."

"Yeah imagine what we would do in the back seat," he said with a laugh.

Once in the car Tom looked at Carolyn and asked, "So are you going to tell me now how you know all those people so well?"

"I will later, but right now we need to go home and complete this little afternoon. I want to watch that big cock of yours squirt on my tits again. After Shauna's dance I expect even more than you hit me with yesterday. There's something about watching a man's cock squirt copious amounts of cum on my tits that is so fucking hot for me. I guess I'm little twisted."

"I can help you out with that perversion. Just let me get us home before I lose it."

"Keep your hands on the wheel and off your cock and you'll make it." Carolyn slid her hand in and out of her blouse playing with her tits all the way home and Tom did his best to ignore her.

As soon as he closed the door to Carolyn's apartment Tom said, "I believe mam that you have a perversion you need some help with. I'm not from the government but I'm here to help."

She smiled. "Good. Go into the bedroom, take off your clothes, and lie on the bed."

Tom wasted no time. When Carolyn entered the room a few moments later she carried a towel and Tom lay naked on his back, his legs spread and his engorged cock standing straight up with a gleam of pre-cum leaking from the tip. "Is this what you need for your kink?" he asked.

"Exactly." While Tom watched she slowly disrobed. His cock flinched as each garment was removed and tossed to the pile in which Tom's clothing lay. The undergarments were very lacy and sexy, not at all what Tom had expected of Carolyn. "Those are sexy. Is that what you always wear to work?"

"No. I'll explain later."

Once naked she dropped to her knees on the bed along side Tom. "My god he looks angry," she said staring at his prick. "Just ready to squirt and cover me with cum."

Tom's cock flexed in response. "He's just waiting for you and your kink. Go to it." He lay stretched out, his hands behind his head on a pillow propped up so he could watch. This was not like anything he had experienced during his marriage. Carolyn reached out and stroked the magnificent prick standing before her causing it to flex again, first with both hands and then with one hand stroking and the other fondling his balls. When she lowered her head instead of sucking the cock into her mouth as Tom expected she slowly licked it, starting from the head and working down until the whole shaft was gleaming with her saliva. Then she sat back and reaching out with both arms began to stroke the cock with a slow, twisting motion. He gasped every time she touched the sensitive flesh just behind the head.

"Oh such a great cock," she said. "I can't wait to see it squirt."

Tom was silent, watching and listening to Carolyn's enjoyment.

"Oh god yes this is so hot. I was thinking of doing this all the time I watched Shauna dance. Her dance was sexy but in the back of my mind I was focused on how this giant prick of yours would look as I stroked it, gleaming and swollen with lust and ready to explode and squirt in an obscene fashion. So hot."

After stroking his cock and fondling his balls for a while Carolyn leaned forward so her big soft tits were hanging down directly over the cock. Lowering herself still further she enveloped the cock between her boobs and began fondling her tits to use them to rub the cock.

"Oh fuck what are you doing?"

"It's called a titty fuck. Didn't Elaine do this for you?"

Tom's response was somewhere between a snort and a gasp. "I'm going to lose control," he said in a raspy voice. Carolyn rose up to clear the cock from her tits and watch it go off like a rocket. She tried to control it with one hand just above his balls but his heaving hips ruined her effort as the cock, seemingly with a mind of its own, sprayed stream after stream of cum in the air, coating her tits and face. Tom gasped with each ejaculation.

Finished he collapsed back to the bed breathing hard. Carolyn was on her knees above him dripping cum from her tits on him. Without waiting for Tom to recover, she swung a leg over his body so she was poised above him. As she guided the still hard cock into herself she gasped, "Ohhhh. God yes. So good. You're still hard and so fucking big."

When she reached bottom, his cock filling her cunt to its limits, touching all the nerve points, her hips resting on his groin, she took a deep breath and said, "Oh fuck Tom I can't tell you how much I thought about this; wanted it; yes needed it while I watched Shauna dance for you."

Tom was recovered now, using his hands to fondle her big soft tits, still slick with his cum; flexing his cock to watch her jump in response. "Oh your tits are so nice, especially when you wrapped them around my cock."

"Never had a titty fuck before did you?"

He chuckled. "She couldn't have. She didn't have big tits like yours."

"Did you ever try rubbing your cock on her nipples. That's fun."

"I suggested that once. I was in the doghouse as a pervert for a week after that." He put his hands back behind his head and lay watching Carolyn's tits swing and bounce as she began to ride him using her core and legs to rise up and then let herself fall down so his cock drove itself home. "So much fun to just lie here and watch while you fuck me. I could do this all afternoon."

"Not sure I can," she replied. I'm going to cum soon."

"That's okay. Just let yourself cum and then stay put for the afternoon. You can cum again. I've seen you do it. Another thing my late wife didn't do. She was one and done."

"Oh fuck I'm so close. I've got to make myself cum. I've been needing this ever since we walked into the Club. So horny all afternoon." She sat down hard filling herself to the brim with his cock and reached between them with her fingers to play with her clit. She groaned and cried as her climax approached denying her the ability to say anything coherent. When it hit it came in waves each with its own scream or groan from Carolyn. She sat up straight, her head thrown back, her eyes closed, as wave after wave of orgasm tore through her body. Tom could feel each wave in the spasms of her cunt trying to crush his dick. When she finished she fell forward on his chest gasping and crying from the emotion of the release.

"You're crying," he said. "Are you hurt?"

"No, no, no. It's just so good; so fucking good. Women cry from the release their orgasm gives them. Didn't your wife?"

"Yes but when I asked her why, she wouldn't talk about it. She just wanted to rollover and go to sleep."

"Well I don't," Carolyn said as she sat up easing his still rigid cock back into the warm depths of her still spasming cunt. "I just want to sit here enjoying the feel of your big cock filling me up. Then we can fuck until you cum in any position you want."

Tom lasted almost another hour fucking in a variety of positions some of which were unknown to him before this afternoon. Carolyn came two or three more times during that hour but not with the force of her first orgasm of the afternoon. Eventually he came with Carolyn face down on her knees with her butt up and Tom fucking her furiously from behind. He even slapped her ass a few times something he never would have dared to do with his late wife. She swore at him each time but it wasn't an objection. When he finally lost all control he came with a loud groan emptying himself into the depths of her cunt with multiple ejaculations. She could feel the heat of his cum filling her cunt. They tipped to the side and then slept until nearly 8:00 o'clock, curled together in a tangle of arms and legs.

After a shower and time required to order out a meal from an Italian restaurant delivered via DoorDash, they sat naked at the table a meal and wine before them. "Now I have a few questions," he said. "Are you satiated enough to answer them?"

"Okay what's your first question?"

Tom paused in thought. He wasn't sure he knew where to start.

"Cat got your tongue?"

"No. First how come all the staff at the Club knew you so well?"

"Simple. I am their therapist, or at least a bunch of them.

"What? How does that work? I thought you worked for the VA helping veterans returning from the Middle East suffering from PTSD."

"I do, but I get Wednesday afternoon off. I drop by the Club every Wednesday for brief therapy sessions with several of the girls. That's why everyone calls me Doc."

"How long have you been doing that?"

"Since just after Matt died. It all started with Ben, the big bouncer you met. He was a patient of mine at the VA and one day he asked me if I could help some of the girls at the Club. With Matt gone I hadn't been there in quite a while and for some reason the idea seemed attractive. Just something to do with my free time. When you are depressed free time hangs over you like a black cloud."

"I remember," he said. "Once I got through the first two weeks so I could get myself out of bed and started back to work I would put in 80 hours a week. Anything to avoid going home to an empty house."

"It turns out there was plenty to do at the Club. I was surprised by the problems a lot of those girls have. Abusive partners, bad childhoods, traumatic violence--the list goes on and on. It's surprising how many of those women suffer from a problem with a bad body image."

"How does that work," Tom asked. "I thought they all had great tits and most of them had a cute ass too."

"You're such a horn dog Tom. In our society there is no such thing as perfection for a woman's body. We insure that with the way we sell everything: shoes; makeup; clothing; cars; groceries; even sex. Ever see a featured sex star without a perfect sculpted body? Many of the girls that work at the Club are unsatisfied with their appearance and the main reason they are working there is the satisfaction they get from having men throw money at them when they show off their body. That's not healthy. I try to get them to understand that they are building their personality on shifting sands. None of them will stay beautiful enough to have men throw money at them forever and then they will need to feel secure about themselves without the phony satisfaction they get from stripping. Life is long and it's not all beautiful. If you are going to be a stripper do it for the money, not for the job satisfaction."

"Oh yeah. I see what you mean," Tom responded trying to carefully tiptoe away from what was obviously a hot button for Carolyn.

He thought for a moment and asked, "Okay, I have a different question. What about those lacy undergarments you wearing today? You said you would explain."

Carolyn laughed. "Oh that mostly has to do with my perverted late husband. The clothes I wore today are the same clothes I wear to work. I wore them because... well that's what I always wear to the Club these days. I go straight from my office to the Club."

"And the lacy undergarments?"

"That's the part from Matt's kink. I think I mentioned that he and I often went to the Club on a Sunday after church. Matt somehow got it in his head that it would be sexy if I wore something to church that would be sexy and I still had it on when we went to watch the strippers. None of that makes any sense, but that was his kink, taking his wife to church with sexy undergarments and then from there direct to the Club. Nobody other than Matt knew what my underwear looked like but he got off on it so I indulged him. It's usually good to indulge your partner's kink if you can."

"Wow. That's a lot more than Elaine would ever indulge me in. I learned early in our marriage that when I came up with a kinky idea I was better off not to ask."

"That's too bad. It sounds like a terrible marriage."

"Oh no, no. It was a great marriage. It was just the sex part that didn't work."

"So what made it great? Why did you love her so much that you went spinning into depression when she died?"

Tom sighed as he thought about how to explain. After a pause he said, "You have to understand. Elaine provided the part of me that was missing."

Carolyn looked at him using her patented therapist's 'tell me more' look.

"Maybe you remember that I told you I am an introvert and when we first married a pretty insecure introvert at that. I was the guy who never asked for a date in high school or even college. The only way I got laid was in quirky situations like the one with my perverted friend and his horny sister in the back seat of her parents' Buick. When I graduated from college I got a job in sales: just possibly the worst possible job I could get given my personality. I was cold calling prospective customers to sell a product that.. well frankly it sucked. It was a terrible product. And the customers would sometimes go beyond just saying no. They would rant on about how terrible our product was and what a schmuck I was for trying to sell it. I took it all personally... wrong I know, but I did. When I came home Elaine would build me back up telling me that the problem was the product not me. Eventually she even helped me find a different job with a company that made things I could sell without getting yelled at. And, with Elaine's help I even got better at getting yelled at and not taking it personally. So of course I loved her. She made me whole. I could easily afford to give up on the sex part to have someone who loved me and kept me going each day."

Carolyn nodded in understanding. " What do you think she was getting out of the marriage? She certainly wasn't in it for the sex."

Tom smiled. "No not for the sex. My therapist and I talked about that. Elaine's mother died when she was young and her father was dysfunctional. She essentially raised her younger sister until she married someone from Europe and moved away. My therapist suggested that Elaine's take back from our marriage was that I gave her someone to mother."

"Hmm. Could be. Hard to analyze someone who is no longer here to speak for themselves."

"So what happened to you when she died," Carolyn continued? "Did you revert to your original style without her support?"

"Surprisingly no. I was depressed and lonely, but when I got myself to go back to work I did just fine with the sales calls. It was the coming home to an empty house that was causing the depression."

Carolyn looked at him thoughtfully for a moment and said, "Yeah that makes sense. Trading off sex for a whole functional personality."

"I never had to think about a tradeoff like that with Matt. He was always up. He had a sales job to and he loved it. When he made a sale, he came home ten feet off the ground and took me immediately to bed. When he lost a sale he shrugged his broad shoulders and told himself that he would get the next one. Then he came home and took me to bed. He would throw himself at the next sales prospect with all the energy he had. And cocktail parties; it was like watching Bill Clinton work a room. He never left a group without making at least one and usually several more good friends from people he had never met before."

"And what about sex? I sense that it worked well for the two of you but you haven't really said that."

Carolyn smiled. "Oh it worked well all right. Sometimes perhaps a bit better than was good for us. We were both horny as hell and willing to try any crazy idea the other came up with."

"And the problem?"

"Well. Like I said, we both loved sex and beyond that neither of us saw any reason to have a monogamous marriage. We both felt free to fuck each other and anyone else that appealed to us. There was no secrecy about it. Each of us bragged to the other about our conquests."

"And the problem?" Tom repeated.

"The problems, and they were far from infrequent, arose from the fact that not everyone else shared our open ideas. I can't count the number of women who fell in love with Matt and wanted him to divorce me or the number of men who did the same with me. Then there were jealous spouses who found out about our affairs and raised no end of hell about their spouses infidelity with the terrible person they were doing it with. I had more than one woman try to scratch my eyes out at a cocktail party or other similarly public forum and Matt brought home quite a collection of black eyes, broken jaws, and other injuries inflicted by outraged husbands. One guy even took a shot at him with a pistol. It took us a while but we learned that affairs had to be conducted with secrecy and discretion, even if you were bragging about them to your spouse."

"Office affairs were a problem also, I suspect?"

"Oh god yes. I once had a guy's secretary pick a fight with me in front of the whole office because I was sleeping with her boss. His wife was there and didn't say a thing. She just watched shaking her head at how her husband could get himself into such an awkward position. But it was the secretary who was jealous."

"So how about consensual swapping? I've read about couples who get together and swap partners. I told Elaine about that once and I was in trouble about it for a couple of months."

Carolyn laughed. "Yeah I'll bet you were. Those could work pretty well so long as the other couple was really in it just for the sex. Sometimes people agree to a swap to somehow get even with some perceived injury from their spouse. They are willing to fuck the neighbor's husband if it will make their husband jealous. But if her husband is fucking the neighbor's spouse. No, no. That wasn't a part of her plan. That never seemed to make much sense to me, but I've seen it happen; a nice enjoyable weekend swap that ends in a screaming contest because somebody didn't really mean it when they said okay. Then there's always the problem of a couples swap that turns into a love affair. Those situations rarely match everyone's expectations."

"What about other aspects of your marriage. What were each of you getting out of it beyond sex?"

"Hmmm. You ask hard questions. Sure you are not a therapist?"

Tom smiled and shook his head. "No need to answer and I am certainly not a therapist."

"Well my therapist asked me the same question and I didn't have an answer. We talked about it a lot and I've concluded my marriage was mostly about sex. Not sure I like that answer. The only reason I miss him was that he was my 'co-enabler'." When I say I don't like the answer. It's not that I think it is wrong. It is that I don't like what it says about me."

"Aren't we a pair. I lived through a twenty year marriage where sex was not a part of the purpose of the marriage and you lived through a twenty year marriage where sex was only purpose of the marriage."

"Appears to be the case," she replied.

"Don't get down on yourself. I'm leaving tomorrow afternoon for a week long business trip calling on customers all over the Mid-West who will undoubtedly have things to complain about. Customers always do. Usually they talk to a salesman who is assigned to them but I will be joining the sales guy as the designated punching bag. My business card says Vice President and its always feels better to yell at the VP than a salesman.

"You are going to spend the week listening to patients who have all manner of problems that are largely not of their doing assuming I understand PTSD properly. But you are going to do your best to try to patch up their injured psyches just like Elaine used to do for me when I got yelled at. That makes you the designated Mom, so there is more to your personality than just your sex drive."

"I think I like that analysis," Carolyn said.

"Let's plan on dinner on Friday night and we can compare how it went for each of us, Tom continued. Then we can patch each other up with more sex. That will give both of us something to look forward to as we are acting as punching bag/mom during the week."

She looked at him and said, "Deal."

He paused for a moment and then said, "Now let's go to bed. We are both yawning. No need for more sex. You have worn me out. I just want to sleep next to someone warm and naked tonight."

"Fine." She paused for a moment with a gleam in her eye. "But by the way Tom, have you ever tried an orgy? You responded pretty well to the lap dance."

He shook his head and led the way to the bedroom.

To be continued.