Tom and Carolyn Ch. 03

This story is the third chapter of a story first posted as Tom and Carolyn concerning a pair of widowers who meet and recover their sex life. It will likely be helpful to have read the first two chapters before reading this Chapter 3.

It was Friday night and Tom and Carolyn were once again sitting at opposite ends on her couch. She had laid another joint on the table but they hadn't started it yet. They had skipped going to the apartment complex's free mixer this week. For the last few minutes since Tom arrived they had engaged in small talk about how their respective weeks had gone. Tom had been in the upper Midwest all week calling on customers with the sales associate primarily responsible for each account. Carolyn had spent the week in counseling sessions at the VA hospital trying to help veterans just returned from the Middle East deal with their PTSD. Their time had been spent pretty much as each had predicted just before they had gone to bed together the preceding Saturday night.

Carolyn tiptoed up to the real question each wanted to ask saying, "So did you feel better this week?"

"Feel better?"

"About the things we talked about last weekend."

"Oh those things. Yeah, I did." He laughed. "You know I remembered a something an old friend had told me."

"Which was?"

"Air travel is always better in the summer because the girls wear less clothes."

She laughed. "And you noticed? You noticed how much clothes the girls were wearing?"

"And not wearing. It's much better flying to Minnesota in the summer than in winter when everyone is buried in parkas that come down to their ankles. I haven't noticed that since Elaine died, but I did this week and I enjoyed it.

Elaine was Tom's wife of twenty years who had died of Covid two years before pushing him into depression. Carolyn's long time husband Matthew had died in a car crash about the same time and pushing her into depression also. Up until the prior weekend both had been suffering from a loss of libido that was the last remnant of their depression. After a shared joint and a good deal of wine they had spent the weekend in debauchery. The question left hanging at the end of the weekend was whether each of them was now cured of the last remnant of their depression."

"So you think you're cured? Cured of your loss of libido that came along with the depression after your wife's death?" Carolyn asked.

"Yeah I think so. There were other signs beyond just ogling the girls in the airports."

"Such as?"

"I was horny all week. I was even lusting after one purchasing agent's tits while she was chewing me out about late deliveries.

"But what about you?" he continued. "Were you horny all week?"

Caroline laughed. "You're pretty direct aren't you?"

Tom blushed a little. "Sorry. When I was walking over here from my apartment all I could think about was your tits and how much fun I had with them last week."

"You mean these?" she asked as she pulled up the sweat shirt she was wearing to expose her big soft tits.

"Yes. Those.

But what about you?" he repeated. "You didn't answer my question."

"Fuck yes. That's why I'm not wearing a bra and that's why I got another joint from my friend; just in case you need to be loosened up again this week. I even wore my lacy undergarments to work and to my counselling sessions at the Club, just because I could and I wanted to feel that way." She had pulled her sweatshirt on over the top of her head tossing it to the side. she sat staring at him as she rubbed her swiftly growing nipples.

"The joint is unnecessary," Tom said as he opened his jeans revealing his erect cock. "We can smoke it later."

"Oh my," she said as she dropped to her knees between his legs. "It's just as big as I remember it from last weekend." She reached out and gripped his cock with both hands. Leaning forward she dragged her engorged nipples across the cock's head drawing a gasp from Tom.

"Did you like that titty fuck last weekend?" she asked as she sat back on her haunches staring up at him as her hands massaged his shaft.

"Yes, but right now I want a blow job just like last weekend." He flexed his cock as he spoke.

"Oh you do, do you? And what will I get in return."

"Well last week I covered your face and your tits with my cum. You seemed to enjoy that."

"God yes," she agreed. She leaned forward and began licking his cock. First up and down the shaft. Then holding it with a hand she let slip and slide about the now well lubed shaft she began to lick the head, caressing the sensitive flesh behind the head and slurping the precum leaking from the tip.

"Oh fuck that's good, but suck it now like you did last week. Suck it and make it cum." Tom was feeling a real need to climax. He had been horny ever since boarding the flight home.

She ducked her head farther forward and let the head and then more of the shaft penetrate her mouth, using her tongue to massage the underside. When the head bumped against the back of her mouth she pulled back sucking as she did until the head released from her mouth with a pop. She began to repeat this simple cock sucking effort and Tom dropped his hands to her head gripping it and her hair so he could treat her to a real face fuck. Before last weekend he had never imagined doing such a thing.

She didn't want him to blow immediately so she pulled back and began to use both hands to stroke his well lubed shaft with a twisting motion as she stared with lust at his gleaming cock.

"Oh fuck,'" he said. "I dreamed about this all week."

"So did I, she responded. "While I was sleeping and whenever my life got a little boring during the day. Nothing helps a dull staff meeting like day dreaming about sucking your cock."

Then she inhaled his cock again and letting the head push obscene bulges in her cheeks between her sucking withdrawals.

"Oh god. I'm not going to last much longer," he groaned.

"Good." She hopped up and sat on the couch holding her naked tits out to him. "Stand in front of me and jerk your cock. Make it cum all over me. Watching you squirt on me is part of what I dreamed about all week."

He stood before her, kicking his pants to the side so he was naked from the waist down. She pushed her skirt up around her waist exposing her naked pussy. He was stroking his cock when he looked down and saw her pussy which had been covered with a bush the prior week had now been shaved.

"You shaved."

"Yes. You can eat me after we finish with this. Just like last week."

"Fuck yes." He began rapidly stroking his cock and came with a groan as his prick spurted stream after stream of glistening white cum that covered her face, her throat, and her big soft tits. When finished he stood over her leaning on the couch as his cock dripped it's last bits of cum down on her.

She leaned forward and caught the last drops in her mouth. "Yum."

Then he dropped to his knees as she pulled her legs back displaying her newly shaved sex like a dinner plate to him and he proceeded to dine. "Oh Yum" he said mimicking her words. "You look delicious. I really didn't know how much I liked eating pussy before last weekend."

Carolyn was rubbing his cum about on her tits as he dined. She briefly mumbled, "Oh fuck. You're a natural." He spent the next ten minutes as he had the week before finger fucking her as he lapped at her sex, first with long strokes of his tongue between her swollen lips and finishing her by sucking on her clit while he pressed firmly on her G-spot. Her orgasm came with a scream followed by groans marking each successive wave of her passion.

Remembering what he had learned from the prior week he repositioned her so she was lying with one leg on the couch back and the foot of the other leg on the floor, lasciviously exposing her still pulsing cunt to him. Then he knelt between her legs and slowly impaled her on his fully recovered cock.

"Oh fuck. Yes. Oh fuck yes," she cried as he eased into her still quivering cunt with his cock. "It didn't take you long to recover did it."

"It's been a week," he said.

"Is this something else you thought about all week?" he continued as he began to drive his shaft in and out in a slow firm rhythm, each thrust punctuated by her cries of passion. "Did you think about how good my cock was going to feel in your cunt when I got here tonight?"

"Oh god yes. Your cock is so good, so fucking good. I daydreamed about it filling me up like this while I was sitting in boring staff meetings. I was just obsessing about it."

He had staying power now and he fucked her for a good ten or fifteen minutes before he had to cum. It wasn't the kind of nice slow fucking he had practiced with his late wife. He was fucking Carolyn hard and fast and she was reveling in it, screaming obscenities mixed with cries of passion leading to three more climaxes before he finally had to let himself go, filling her cunt with shot after shot of his hot cream. They finished with her on her knees face down on the floor with her ass in the air, his cock pummeling her and her ass firmly in the grip of his hands.

Afterward they lay entangled on the floor gasping for recovery. Carolyn recovered a bit before Tom, untangling her legs from his and sitting up. "Welcome home," she said smiling.

"Wow," Tom responded gasping as he rose to a sitting position opposite her. "You know how to make a guy feel welcome."

"I'm hungry," she said as she rose to her feet. "Let's have some wine and cheese while the lasagna I made last night warms."

"Sure," he said as he rose to his feet standing nude before her, his gleaming cock hanging down between his legs far from reduced to its normal resting size. "Do I have to dress for dinner?"

Carolyn laughed. "Not here, especially with that thing hanging between your legs. It looks yummy but I feel a need for lasagna now."

They sat naked at the kitchen table sipping red wine and munching on cheese while they waited for the lasagna to warm.

"Is my dick really a big one or am I just normal?"

She laughed hard; a really belly laugh. "Men; they're all alike. Always worrying about how big their dick is compared to everyone else. Here's the way to think about it. You've made love to how many women in your life, including the girl in the Buick who took your virginity?"

"Oh half a dozen including you and mostly my wife."

"Did any of them say anything other than that you have a big dick?"

"No. They all seemed pretty happy with it."

"Then you have a big dick; full stop. Stop worrying about it and don't anyone tell you different. Not necessarily the biggest dick, but plenty big enough.

"Actually what you have is a "great dick'," she continued after a brief pause.

Tom cocked his head and looked at her in curiosity. "A great dick?"

Here's the thing;" she said. "here's how I think about dicks." There are small dicks; sometimes useful but still a bit of a disappointment; then there are big dicks and by that I mean really huge dicks; maybe interesting to look at in a porn film but not all that great in the real world because they hurt when they fuck me and they are often too big to get my mouth around for sucking. Just not a lot of fun. But then there are the 'great dicks' like yours. They are long and straight with a classic plum shaped head; just beautiful to look at when they are fully erect and pulsing with the heartbeat. They are big enough around to fill my cunt and stretch it just a little but not so much it hurts. Contrary to what some perverts say, fucking should not hurt. It should just feel really good."

"And I have a great dick? A dick that does that to you?"

"Truly. One of the great ones. But don't let this go to your head. Just having a great dick doesn't make it the best dick or any other silly misogynist thing like that. There are lots of great dicks out there. Not all the same but still meeting my criteria for a great dick. I suppose you could say that I have the taste in dicks of a slut."

"Did your husband have a great dick?"

"Oh yeah," she said shaking her head with a log slow smile. "Matt had a great dick. One of the truly great ones. I wouldn't have married him if he hadn't had one. Believe me, after my first summer at home after finishing boarding school I had learned to recognize what made a great dick. I fucked a lot of dicks that summer including a more than a few of my relatives."

"Yes you told me about that. It sounds like you had quite a summer."

"I did."

Carolyn got up and checked the lasagna. Determining it was ready to serve she plated two servings and set them on the table, refilling her and Tom's wine glasses while she was up

Both hungry, they ate in silence for a bit.

"You make a great lasagna," Tom said after inhaling half his plate of food.

"Thank you." She paused for a moment and then said, "And you are a great fuck."

"Thank you. My wife never said that."

"Based on what you have told me I doubt if she knew what a great fuck was."

Tom chuckled. "Yeah probably not. She just didn't like sex and even when she enjoyed it she buried herself in guilt afterwards."

"A terrible way to live," Carolyn responded.

"But tell me," he asked. "What makes 'a great fuck'?"

"Oh that's complicated and its very subjective. One woman's great fuck is not necessarily another woman's great fuck."

"Okay I get that. Let's just focus on you. What makes a guy a great fuck for you?"

"Fine, but I'm going to talk about this as it relates to you and sometimes my late husband, who was definitely a great fuck. Here's the key thing you both have in common. You both pay attention.

"Pay attention? Yeah I'm in sales. You have to listen to the customer."

"That's not what I meant. Well it sort of is. You and Matt both pay attention to the effect you are having on me while we are having sex, even before. A guy who is a great fuck recognizes what is turning you on and driving you toward an orgasm. He pays attention to how fast you want to get there. And he adjusts himself accordingly."

"Oh yeah sure. But understand that's not done out of total goodwill on my part. One thing I learned from sex with my late wife was that on those rare occasions when she got so turned on her natural inhibitions were no longer in control the sex was oh so much better for me."

"Why?"

"Because I got immense erotic satisfaction out of hearing her moan and whine and beg for more and from watching her face contort in ecstasy when she reached her climax."

"And do you get that satisfaction when you are fucking me?"

"Yes. And I apparently don't have to wait for six months of guilt to wear off after each time like I did with my wife."

"What can I say? I'm horny."

"Apparently I am too," he responded raising his wine glass in a toast. "And it's a shame we had to know each other for months before we discovered this."

"Yeah, well that's depression for you. But let's not talk about that. How about telling me about the mean purchasing agent whose tits were turning you on? How did that work? What did she look like? Was she hot?"

Tom shrugged and laughed. "Hardly. If I had passed her on the street without knowing who she was I probably wouldn't have even noticed her. She was, oh probably in her early forties, average height and a little plump, the kind of woman who probably had a really cute ass when she was 22 but had a broad ass now, if you even took time to notice. He hair was... Hell I can't even remember what her hair was like now. What I do remember was her tits. They were big and looked like they covered most of her chest but they still stood out, not flat, saggy, old tits. Her blouse was a bit small or perhaps had shrunk in the wash so I noticed as soon as she sat down that between the buttons you could see her bra and even a little cleavage above the bra. some of that may have been my imagination, but that was what I noticed about her when she walked in.

"She really lit into me right from the get-go, ignoring my sales guy like he wasn't even there. She was leaning forward on her elbows waiving a finger at me while she reminded me how much business they gave us and then went on forever about all our late delivery problems and how she wanted to know just what I was going to do about it, or should she just take her business elsewhere."

"And this was a turn on?" Carolyn asked.

"Not at first. But she really wanted to talk so I just let her go. I knew she was right about how big her account was and I knew we had had some delivery problems, part of which were caused by poor communications of order quantities on their part, but most of which were our failures. I didn't have to listen to closely to get the picture so I just sat back and let her ramble. But while I was doing that I couldn't help but notice her tits and how they moved as she waived her hand at me and how thy stuck out when she leaned back in her chair. I didn't stare at her tits, but I was sure as hell noticing and this was the shocking part. So was my cock. I could feel it swelling in my trousers. I don't think this had ever happened to me in a heated negotiation."

"What did you do?"

"This is where you are going to think I am really nuts. You have to understand this was not my first rodeo with an unhappy customer. I pretty much knew where it was going to come out. I would say mea culpa, mea culpa, a few times and get information out of her about their systems and promise that my sales guy would fix the problem going forward and if the account was big enough I might throw in a bit of price relief for the next six months or some such. But I didn't. At least not right away. I just let her keep ranting while I said just enough to keep her going and I sat and enjoyed the way her big tits were turning me on.

"Eventually I gave her what I knew she wanted from the get-go and she looked quite triumphant. Then I invited her to join us for dinner that evening. When we met her at the restaurant several hours later she had changed into a different outfit that didn't purport to hide her large, beautiful breasts; not at all like the business like but undersized blouse she had been wearing earlier. The dress made her tits obvious. I could see that she had noticed my obsession with her chest during the negotiation and now that things were resolved she was prepared to rub it in a bit. I'm sure she felt she got an advantageous settlement because of her big tits and now she wanted to make sure I understood that."

"How did that make you feel?" Carolyn asked.

"You sound like my therapist."

"Sorry. Habit. It's what I do for a living. But really how did that make you feel?

Tom laughed. "I was fine with it. I spent the evening enjoying the view of her big tits she was flaunting at me and I was happy to pick up the tab. But then that's what the VP of Sales does, isn't it. I have to tell you though I really didn't get as turned on over dinner as I looked at her big tits that wanted to fall out of her dress, as I did earlier when she was waiving them at me as she yelled at me. That was the fun part."

"Has it occurred to you that she did all that on purpose? That she knew you were obsessing over her tits during the negotiation and that was a part of her strategy?"

"Oh sure. I figured that out as soon as I saw how tight the blouse was. I could have ignored it and got to the compromise I knew we were headed for. But I was enjoying it. It was giving me a hardon. If she wanted to flaunt her boobs at me to get a few pennies a unit off their purchases for the next six months I was fine with it. The part that amazed me was how it aroused me. That was when I knew my depression was fully cured."

"And what about her," Carolyn asked. "Was she sexually aroused during your negotiation?"

" Wow. I don't know. I never thought about that."

"Well I think she was very aroused," Carolyn responded. "She probably went home with her panties soaked."

"Really? Why?"

"Think about it this way. This is a woman who lives for negotiation and conflict. That's what purchasing agents do. And she is a woman in a man's job. So my guess is that you letting her more or less abuse you while she flaunted her tits at you and complained about your company and then got a concession from you was turning her on just like Shauna's lap dance was turning you on last weekend. And by the way, don't be confused. Shauna was tremendously turned on by being able to do that to you when you couldn't do anything in response. She told me when I saw her this week. Said she just about wore out her vibrator when she went home."

"Hmm. I guess sex is a lot more complicated than I thought it was."

Carolyn laughed at him. "You're just beginning to get a clue. I was like you living with my perverted family after my first summer out of the girls school. I thought sex was great, but I thought all there was to it was remembering to take your birth control pills and fucking just about anyone who turned up around our house that summer. Then I went to college and learned a whole lot more."

"In your psychology classes?"

"Among other places. What the psychology classes did was help me make sense of some of the bizarre things I was seeing in the real world, like why would a mother want to watch me fuck her grown son?"

"Really. That happened? Why?"

"Well my Prof had a complicated Freudian explanation but I won't bore you with that."

"Was he a great fuck?"

"Meh. Not bad for an 18 year old. He had no idea about what his effect on me was but like most 18 year olds he could fuck forever and never seem to get soft no matter how many times he came. What I really wanted out of it was to watch his mother and try to figure out what was going on in her head."

"Hmm. seems hard to understand. But while I was getting off by playing head games with a woman purchasing agent, but what did you do this week? You haven't told me."

"Are you sure you want to know? Or will you get jealous? What if I told you I picked up a stranger in a bar and went home with him for the night?"

"Somehow I doubt that. You are more creative than that."

"Well I didn't fuck anyone, if that's what you are asking."

"I didn't either," Tom reminded her. "I just seduced a purchasing agent into doing exactly what I knew she would want to do about the business problem while I ogled her tits and got a hardon. The other thing I didn't tell you was that over dinner that evening I got her to increase her order by 25% in exchange for increasing the price discount period from 6 months to 12 months. My boss thought I was a hero. I didn't tell him about the customer's tits."

Carolyn smiled at him. "I can't match your proof of recovery for the week. All I can tell you is that I spent a lot of time obsessing about your great dick and your talented tongue and how much I enjoyed them last weekend. I think Thursday at lunch hour was the worst," she chuckled and continued, "or the best depending on how you look at it."

"Are you going to tell me about it?"

Sure why not:

I didn't have a patient appointment for 1:00 o'clock on Thursday which gave me a two hour break. I was going to spend it doing some paper work in my office so I went down to the cafeteria and got myself a sandwich and a drink. The problem was that the last hour before lunch had been a very boring staff meeting that I had spent most of thinking about how good the sex had been the weekend before. My day dreaming was quite specific and very erotic. I had been thinking about how much I had enjoyed sucking your cock, the first cock I had sucked since Matt died and how much cum your cock had sprayed over my chest and face, the most I had ever seen and the only cum I had seen since Matt died.

When I brought my sandwich and drink back to my office. I had closed the door because I wanted to focus on the paper work and not be interrupted by any colleague who stopped by to chat. Before I got halfway through the sandwich I realized I was still incredibly horny from the lewd day dreams I had been having during the staff meeting. By this time I could feel an itch in my groin, the kind of itch you get when your body has started down the road toward wanting an orgasm and you can't just make it go away by thinking other thoughts.

I realized what I needed to do was to quickly get myself off so I could get my paper work done over the remainder of my lunch break. There would be no ability to focus on the paper work until I first addressed my sexual need. But masturbating in my office over lunch hour? So very wrong by most peoples' standards. Still I had done worse things while married to Matt. When you get horny enough you do all sorts of things you know are wrong. But this was the first time I had experienced such a concession to my libido since depression had taken over my life. I didn't think about the significance of that at the time, but now I realize it was what my therapist would have called a 'major breakthrough'... and other people would have called perversion or at least a mortal sin.

Fuck it. This is a good thing I thought as I laid my half eaten sandwich aside and walked to the door to lock it. I could do this quickly and get back to work. It turned out not to be a quickie, but that was also a good thing.

When I returned to my desk I leaned back in my chair and let my mind return to the daydream I had let swallow most of the staff meeting. It began with an image of your fully erect cock standing tall and proud above your balls. You were sitting and I was on my knees before you just staring at your truly great dick. It grew from your balls like a shaft of asparagus rising from the ground in spring. It stood tall and straight with veins here and there and a perfect plum shaped head, fully formed, and a bit broader than the shaft below it with just the smallest drop of precum leaking from its tip and sliding slowly down one side. I was naked from the waist up and I was massaging my big soft tits, tweaking my swollen nipples as I sat staring at your beautiful cock.

I just let that image sit in my mind as I unbuttoned my blouse and pushed it aside. That didn't seem good enough so I leaned forward enough to release my bra, tossing it and the blouse to the floor alongside my desk. Now I was sitting half naked in my office fondling my tits as I imaged beginning to lick and stroke the shaft on your cock. I kept that up as I progressed through the blow job I had given you and then my memory of the flood of cum you had sprayed on my face and chest. I was still just playing with my tits throughout this fantasy but it managed to push me into a small orgasm.

I needed to involve more than just my tits to get the kind of relief I knew I wanted and I had plenty of time and semi-privacy (what if someone knocked on the door?) to get the job done. I kicked off my shoes and put my feet up on my desk, lifting my butt enough to allow me to pull my skirt up so it was wrapped in a broad band around my waist. How nasty. Now I was slouching in my desk chair with my feet spread widely on my desk and one hand lightly stroking my sex through my already soaked panties. But what part of our weekend of debauchery did I want to recreate to get myself to a real orgasm?

I settled on Shauna's erotic lap dance for you, but I brought in a lot more that hadn't really happened. You can do that with a fantasy. At first I simply lay back fingering my sex through my panties as I recreated Shauna flaunting her nearly naked body before you while I sat fully dressed in a chair at the side of the room watching. But the fantasy escalated to show me suddenly naked from the waist up and playing with my pussy with my legs spread and my skirt hiked high, just as I was doing in my office. You had gone further also, first just rubbing your obvious erection through your jeans and then opening the jeans and beginning to stroke your rigid cock as you watched Shauna dance.

I pulled my panties off, in the fantasy and in my office, and began stroking the already slick flesh between my labia as I watched Shauna kneel between your legs stroking your cock. She leaned forward to taste a drop of your precum with the tip of her long tongue, pulling back to stretch a gleaming line of the erotic fluid from the tip of her tongue to the tip of your cock.

Now I had two fingers buried in my cunt, both in my fantasy and in the real world in my closed office, as I watched/imagined Shauna sucking your cock and then dancing away with the music when she thought you might cum only to return to stand before you, her long legs spread and her G-string long gone as she stroked her pussy lips while you stroked your cock, using copious precum to lube it beyond what Shauna's cock sucking had already done. The image was erotic to the extent of obscenity.

I heard people talking as they walked by in the hall outside my office. God I hoped they weren't coming to see me. What I was doing, my feet on the desk, my blouse, bra, and panties on the floor feet away, and my fingers slowly stroking in and out of my dripping cunt? It was just so fucking erotic. I couldn't tolerate the idea of it being interrupted by someone knocking on the door. Never mind the risk of being caught because I hadn't properly locked the door and my clothing was too far away to reach. Fuck that. I wasn't concerned about getting caught. It was the threat of anything interrupting my masturbation and my fantasy of you and Shauna taking her dance so far beyond what it was supposed to be that I couldn't tolerate. I didn't know yet how you and Shauna were going to finish and how I was going to finish and I wanted, needed, absolutely had to learn, how this fantasy would reach completion and bring me the orgasm I so wanted and needed.

The footsteps and voices went on by and I beathed a sigh of relief letting my fantasy move on to even wilder eroticism. In my mind you and Shauna were fucking now. She had backed up to you and let herself sit down on your cock as it penetrated her steaming cunt. Her legs were spread on either side of yours so I could see your balls snugged up against her sex as you drove your cock fully into her. Both of you were groaning and crying as she levered herself up and down on your cock using her long powerful legs to fuck you ferociously. For my part I was now using one hand to finger fuck myself ferociously while the other hand's fingers began to stroke my engorged clit. In the fantasy or behind my desk. (I was no longer paying attention to which was which). I was just masturbating furiously as I watched (and imagined) you and Shauna fucking. The two of you had moved to the floor, Shauna on her back, her long legs pulled up way beyond her hips and you on your forearms and your knees fucking her ferociously with both of you groaning and crying out in your approach to the extasy of your mutual climax.

I could feel my own orgasm coming. It was so close. I wanted it. I needed it. This was the orgasm I had started to search for with my staff meeting fantasies and now it was present winding up every part of my body. I imagined you arching your back to drive your hips and your cock into Shauna and letting out with a groan that was closer to the roar of a raging bull as you lost control and began pumping stream after stream of your cum into her cunt. For her part she screamed and then groaned as each successive waive of her orgasm hit her. The image of the two of you sharing a massive orgasm there on the floor of the private lap dance room set me off (yes in my fantasy and in my office at the VA) and I screamed as my own orgasm ripped through me (fortunately muffling my real world scream with a mouthful of what was left of my sandwich).

And then it was done. I lay gasping, my fingers still lightly stroking my pussy and in my imagination Shauna standing before me her legs spread widely and your cum dripping down her leg. She said, "Is that what you wanted Carolyn?"

"That was what I did while you were away that convinced my suppressed libido was cured."

"Wow," Tom responded in response to Carolyn's tale of masturbating over her lunch hour. "And do you feel cured of the last remnant of your depression now?"

"Oh fuck yes, she answered. "There was no possible way I could have masturbated in my office over my lunch break two weeks ago." As she spoke she scooped several fingers full of leftover melted chesses and red sauce from her lasagna and smeared it over her tits. She stood and walked around the table to where Tom sat, his now fully erect cock standing tall. She threw one leg over his so she could sit on his lap, her cheese and redsausce covered tits in his face and his cock pressing against her belly. "Now lick me clean and we can fuck again."

Tom went to work on her tits. Holding each up to his face and licking it slowly and carefully until all the visible remnants of the lasagna were gone. They were still greasy though which allowed him to rub them slowly. One breast in each hand, lifting them up and letting his hand slide over the tit rubbing the engorged nipple each time.

"Oh fuck," she said. "Now I know what it's like to get a blow job."

"Fun isn't it. But you can't cum this way like I can."

"Oh yes I can. Watch." She leaned back from him and began to pinch and pull on her nipples. "This is what I did in my office on Thursday and it made me cum. I bet I can do it again. I'm so fucking horny right now."

"Do you want me to talk dirty to you? Will that help?"

"Yes. Maybe. It can't hurt."

I think you are such a slut Carolyn. You've hinted at it with the stories you've told me about you and Matt and I think you would do just about anything for cock. Wouldn't you, you horny slut."

"Oh yes," she whispered through clenched teeth as she continued to pull and twist her nipples.

"Yes you used to be such a horny slut and then for two years nothing. You missed that didn't you. You missed fucking whatever man or woman Matt brought home for you. You missed watching him fuck other people while you masturbated didn't you, you slut."

"Oh fuck," she said with a whine. "None of that's true but keep it up."

"Oh yes it is you were just a woman who lived for cock, big hard cocks that spread your cunt until you wanted to scream and made you cum again and again. It must have been killing you to live without it until last weekend when you opened your legs again for the first time in two years and let me fuck you silly with my big cock."

Tom was watching her carefully as his dirty talk pushed her into an orgasm. Not a strong one or a long one; just one of those little ones that feel so good as they provide a moments relief, her head back and her eyes closed and her face twisted in ecstasy. Then she fell forward her face against his shoulder and throat. She could feel his hard cock flexing against her belly.

He picked her up and sat her on the table, her legs spread on either side of him and then they fucked, pushing plates and glasses to the floor and rocking the table from side to side util they came together with loud screams of passion.

In the morning, after a shower and more sex they sat in the cleaned up kitchen looking at each other over coffee.

"I think we are both cured," she said.

"Yes, but where do we go from here?" he asked.

"Well we still have two days of weekend to fuck each other before we have to go back to work."

"Oh yes, but that isn't what I mean. I mean now that we are recovered how do we live our lives?"

"Are you asking for a date?"

"Well something like that."

"I think we should just be friends like we were before last weekend."

He looked a bit disappointed.

"I mean friends with benefits."

"Oh and then I can learn all the things you and Matt were doing..."

"And we can try all the things your wife said she wouldn't do because you were a pervert. I can't wait to see how much of a pervert you are."

"Or you can make me?"