Come... Again

This is a work of fiction, somewhat based on true events. Names are fictional. All participants are over 18 years of age. Your comments are welcomed,

10 AM on a cold Tuesday morning, 25 degrees, and promises of afternoon snow, I'm wandering the isles of Wegmans searching for ingredients to make my ex-wife's grandmother's spaghetti sauce, about the only good thing I had to show from that marriage.

I noticed her as she took her parka off and folded it in her cart. Late twenties, longish brunette hair, tight jeans with a nice round ass, a promising looking swelling in her sweater, very light makeup, and high heels. I thought, "There's something you don't often see, good looking gal, casually dressed, with heels, very nice."

As I continued with my shopping, I was having difficulty finding the pureed tomatoes I wanted, finally finding them on a lower shelf just around the corner in the next isle. I bent over to grab a couple of cans, and was knocked to the ground by a cart crashing into me.

"Oh, my God! I'm so sorry! Are you hurt?"

I looked up into the most impossibly green eyes of the lady with heels.

"No, I'm all right, just a little surprised, that's all."

"I don't know how that even happened, I just looked the other way for an instant, and bang, you were on the ground. I'm so embarrassed."

I got up and introduced myself and stuck my hand out.

"Hi, I'm Jim."

She shook my hand saying, "Hi Jim, I'm Norma."

"How bout I let you make it up to me by letting me buy you coffee? There's a Starbucks next door in Barnes and Nobles."

"Sure, why not? That was going to be my next stop anyway."

She was a little shocked when I ordered a plain coffee. "You must not come here often, everyone orders complicated coffee here."

"Not me, I'm a traditionalist."

We got to a booth and she looked at me questionably as I slid into the seat next to her.

"It's loud in here, I wanted to be able to hear you."

The conversation flowed nicely, I found out that she was married with a seven year old in second grade and sold real estate part time with a local firm that I frequently did business with. I told her that I was in property management and was familiar with her company as they were clients. We laughed (small world) and exchanged business cards.

"On Time Property Management, I know about you guys, we use you for inspections and other services. Wait! Jim Scott, you're the owner, it says associate on your card."

"I find that 'owner' just gets me a lot of calls from people trying to sell me something."

I went on and told her I was happily divorced, three years now, no children, lived alone and wasn't interested in buying any real estate at the moment. She laughed, and I looked into those green eyes, and thought about how all the shots not taken were misses, and decided to go for it.

"Can I ask an inappropriate question?"

"You can ask, I may not answer." (laughing)

I made sure she was looking at me, put my hand on her thigh, and said, "He doesn't make you cum, does he?"

Her eyes got bigger, her nostrils flared and she started to blush.

"Wha, wha, How could you possibly know that?"

I moved my hand further up her thigh and said, "I can just tell, I've seen the look in your eyes before."

"And I suppose you're just the guy to fix that for me." Her face was now really flushed, but I noticed she hadn't removed my hand.

"It would take an element of trust on your part, but yes, I think I could help."

"Thank you for the coffee, I need to leave, let me out."

She left and I sat thinking she must think I'm an awful shit. Then, I thought there must be some truth to it, or she would have reacted differently. Oh well, nothing I can do, I took my shot.

A week went by and early one morning, she called.

"I've thought a lot about what you said, and it was totally inappropriate, but I can't help wondering just why and how do you think you could help, if I really had such an issue?"

"Let me make a few guesses and tell me if I'm right."

"OK, go ahead."

"I think you grew up in a religious atmosphere, probably quite strict, you don't have a lot of sexual experience, your husband was probably your first or second lover, you both learned about your sexuality together, and you make love in the dark."

"How can you know this?"

"Am I right?"

"Yes, my family was religious, I went to catholic school, they were rather strict, I married my high school sweetheart, he's the only lover I have had, yes we make love in the dark, and dam you, I can't cum. How do you know?"

"I've lived it. My wife and I were just about the same as you. After we split I was fortunate to have and older experienced lover and I learned a great deal. Look at it like this: young lovers are full of hormones and eager to have sex, but they have no experience. Once climax is achieved, they think they've discovered something and unless they're adventurous, they settle in, and that's as far as they go. Them learning together is like taking swimming lessons from someone who only knows how to float. That's all they can teach you and all you can learn."

"Wow! That's an interesting way of looking at it. Perhaps that's the reason young people are attracted to older lovers."

"It very well may be."

"Just how would this work? Would you become my lover? I don't want to cheat on or lose my husband."

"Not so much a lover as a teacher. It's a process. Hopefully, you would apply what you learn gradually at home, making you both better lovers, and straightening your marriage without him suspecting a thing. There's not a lot of risk of detection, as we wouldn't be dating or meeting in public. And yes, there would be sex involved, and champagne. Come over to my house, and we can discuss it further, no pressure, you can leave anytime you want."

There was dead silence for what seemed a long time, then she agreed, and we set a date and time.

"I'll be there at 10 AM, send address."

I made sure I was well stocked with champagne and hors d'oeuvres, had soft music playing low, and eagerly awaited Tuesday. She was right on time, nicely dressed in a bright white button top, stylish black slacks, and 3-inch heels. She looked delicious.

"This house is beautiful, I could have a contract on it tomorrow."

"Sorry, not for sale. Come in, have a seat, and some champagne."

"You don't need to get me drunk."

"I don't want you drunk, just relaxed, you're wound like a banjo string."

After some small talk and champagne, she said,

"Alright, what's the plan? Do you expect me to just hop into bed with you, and let you have your way with me?"

"Not at all. I don't have any expectations. I just want to see where this goes. I'm no sage, I'm 36, and I know these things because I lived them.

I could see that she was finally starting to relax, so I moved closer and put my arm around her, and she snuggled right in.

"Tell me about your love making, what happens?"

"Well, I sleep in a T shirt and panties, and after we get in bed and turn off the lights, he pulls me to him, kisses me, squeezes my breasts, pushes my panties off, rubs his penis up and down on my vagina until I moisten, and pushes into me, and slides in and out until he comes, kisses me again, tells me he loves me, and rolls over and goes to sleep. I usually get up and go to the bathroom and clean up, then come back to bed and go to sleep."

"Let's get one thing straight right now, I don't do proper names for parts. These, (I brushed my hand across her tits), are your tits, or titties." I put her hand on my cock. "This is my cock." I put my hand between her legs and said, "This is your pussy."

She moved her hand from my cock, but not as fast as I thought she would. She was still looking at the bulge in my pants when I lifted her chin, looked into those eyes and asked, "Doesn't he take you shirt off and kiss your titties?"

"No, he just squeezes them a little, and then leaves them alone."

"Is there something wrong with them?"

"NO! At least I don't think so. They're not real big."

"What isn't real big?"

"My tits."

"Good girl."

I stood up and held out my hand. "Dance with me."

I placed her arms around my neck, but held her away from me. I could see her lower lip trembling. I wiped my thumb across it and then leaned in and kissed her softly, slowly drawing my tongue across it, then held it between my lips and licked it again. Her arms tightened around my neck as she drew me closer, and I felt her tongue part her lips, and I sucked it into my mouth, while lowering my hands on to her round ass pulling her against my cock and squeezing. Soon, we were fully tongue wrestling, and her arms were tight around my neck.

As we separated, she was breathing hard and said, "I've never been kissed like that before."

"Didn't you enjoy it?"

"Oh, yes."

"Great, 'cause we're going to do it a lot."

I started unbuttoning her blouse and said, "Take off my shirt." There was no hesitation. As her blouse and my shirt hit the floor, I saw a plain white bra holding two full cups of smooth titties, I reached behind her and released the bra, freeing round big B, small C tits sitting proud with 2 inch areolas, with eraser sized nips almost a half inch long, both beautifully pink.

I bent down and licked the left one bringing my hands off her ass to hold them. She groaned and pushed them to me as I licked, kissed, and nipped from one to the other. I stopped and said, "Your tits are spectacular! If you were mine, I'd be after them all the time."

"You like them? I was worried they were too small."

"They are perfect, just the right size. I know several women with big tits, and they all hate them. They are always in the way, hard to get the proper clothes or bra, know that someday they'll be sagging around their belly and tired of no one looking them in their eyes."

I took her hand and led her to my bedroom, and kissed her while I loosened her slacks and slid them down her legs.

"Rub those wonderful tits against me."

As we kissed, she rubbed her tits back and forth across my chest.

"Feel good?"

"Feels great."

"Does he finger your pussy? And do you stroke and fondle his cock?"

"He rubs his p.., cock on my vi,... pussy till it gets wet. I'm not sure about his cock, it's always dark, and I can't remember if I ever fondled it."

I sat her on the edge of the bed, and pushed my pants and underwear down, freeing my cock. As I stepped out of them, I said, "Look closely, this is my cock and balls. Feel them, stroke my cock and hold my balls, they are very sensitive."

She very tentatively reached her hand out to touch my cock, while biting her lower lip, saying.

"It seems so big and hard, yet somehow soft. I think it's too big."

"It's no bigger than average, and don't worry, it'll fit wherever we want it to go."

Pre cum began to show on my glans, and I took some on my finger and wiped it on her lips.

"Do you like the taste?"

Still holding my cock, slightly stroking it, she looked up, licking her lips, and said, "Very different taste, somewhat sweet, yes, I think I like it."

"Rub my cock on your nipples. Yes, just like that, now, on your titties. Tell me, "Is your pussy wet?"

"Oh my God, yes, I'm drenched."

I lay her back on the bed and lay down beside her, and began kissing her, her neck, playing with her titties, and pulling on her nipples. Without any urging on my part, I felt her hand hold my cock, and begin to stroke it. I bent down, grasping both sides of her panties, she lifted her hips, and revealed a soaking wet full untamed brown bush covering her pussy.

I slid her further up the bed, placed two pillows under her head and one under her ass. She looked at me funny, a question on her lips.

"I want you to watch, and I want you to talk to me."

"O.. K."

I began with her tits, kissing and licking all over them, grabbing her nipples with my teeth and lightly pulling on them. I licked down to her belly button, licking and kissing around it, before licking and kissing down one thigh and up the other, spreading her legs, and licking the joint where her legs join her hips. I then raised her legs and licked from her anus to her clit with my tongue as wide as possible.

"OH MY GOD! What the hell, Oh, oh, oh, god, go...."

I put her legs on my shoulders, reached under and spread her open with my fingers, and licked around and around her clit, pushing one, than two fingers into her, stroking in and out. She was going crazy, moaning, groaning, twisting, and raising up and down to meet my finger thrusts, all the while pushing my head into her cunt. Finally, I put my lips around her clit and sucked as hard as I could.

She screamed and flooded my mouth with her juices as she came like a freight train.

I was relentless, I didn't stop. I continued thrusting, licking, and biting her lips. Her hips thrusted in time with my strokes, and when I felt her legs trembling, I pushed my finger into her anus, resulting in another wild orgasm.

I slid up the bed, held her close, and kissed her, letting her taste herself.

"You are a wonderful, sexy woman."

"I have never felt anything like that, I was just wonderful. I've played with myself and made myself climax, but nothing anywhere near like that. Thank you so much. Aren't you going to fuck me now?"

"When we fuck, it will be a joint effort. You are going to fuck me as much as I fuck you. And no, were not going to fuck today. It's almost two o'clock and you have to be at school for your daughter. Come with me."

I took her into the bathroom with the large two-man shower, put a towel on the floor, and took out my manscape hair trimmer.

"You can't shave me, he'll notice."

"Just a trim, it'll make you very aware of your pussy, and think about how good my cock is going to feel in her. If he notices anything, tell him you're going to try on some swimwear and don't want any stray hairs."

I trimmed her up nicely, enough so I could see her lips through a sparse covering of hair, and we cleaned up and got dressed.

'I hope you'll want to continue, but will understand if you don't. Call and let me know after you've thought about it."

She came into my arms, kissing me, and said, "Wild horses couldn't keep me away, I want, NO, I NEED your loving. I'll call."

9 AM the next day, my phone rings, "I've thought of nothing but your cock all night, I hardly slept. I very much want to see you."

"Be here at 10 AM. Drive down the driveway to the back and pull into the garage. The door will be open,"

She was early; I had just opened the garage door when she pulled in. She got out of her car and ran into my arms.

"Calm down, tell me what's wrong?" I held her and put my hands on her ass and squeezed her cheeks.

"Oh My God, you read me so easily. He made,.. no, he fucked me last night, and it was awful, just awful. All I could think of was how good it would be if it was you."

"You're going to have to train him; he doesn't realize what you're feeling."

"How am I ever going to do that, I hardly want him touching me?"

"Start gradually, leave the lights on, or light candles, and take your top off. Make him see your great tits."

"I want you to fuck me. I want to come for you."

"And I will, and you will. Come with me."

I took her into the living room, and poured her a glass of champagne.

"I thought you would drag me off to bed."

"Great things should not be hurried, sit by me, and kiss me."

I kissed her lips, her cheeks, ears and neck, I licked her lips, and unbuttoned her blouse, unhooked her bra, exposing those glorious titties, and told her, "Hold this beauty for me, and talk to me while I worship it."

"You make me feel so sexy. That feels wonderful. You're making me so wet. I want you to fuck me so bad. Please hurry. I want to cum for you."

I took her hand and led her to my bedroom, sat her on the side of the bed and removed her open blouse and bra. I quickly shed my clothes, leaving my cock sticking straight out at her eye level.

"Rub my cock on those beautiful nipples."

She grabbed it without hesitation and proceeded to rub it, not only on her nipples, but all over her tits.

"Do you like that?"

"Oh My God, yes, yes."

"Do you suck his cock? (Knowing the answer)."

"Never, I've thought about it, and always wanted to try, but I don't think he would be interested. He'd think that was dirty."

I reached down and got some pre cum off the end of my cock and rubbed it on her lips.

"Taste that, lick your lips."

"I was hoping to taste that again, I like the taste."

"Kiss and lick it. That's it, the balls too, they're very sensitive. Now open, no teeth run your tongue around it. That's it. Keep stroking with your hand. That's it babe, use your magic, make that cock cum for you. Get it all."

I exploded into her mouth, she looked up, and I could tell that she had no idea what to do with what she had in her mouth.

"Swallow it all, you'll love it."

She did, and licking her lips, said, "Much better than I ever thought, I'm mad that it took me so long to try something that I've thought about forever.'

I brought her up to my lips saying, "Rub those perfect tits on me, and come up here and kiss me."

She did, saying. "I've never felt so sexy, the things you do to me excite me so much. Licking my pussy, showing me that you could make me cum, trimming my pussy got me so excited that I thought about how you were going to feel inside her all night. Having me hold my tit while you 'worshiped' it made my pussy just gush, squeezing my ass and rubbing your cock's fluid on my lips, well I couldn't wait to have it in my mouth. Teaching me how to suck your cock, I can't believe how you have made me feel so sexy, and I want you to fuck me more than I could ever imagine."

"Absolutely great! Now get on top, and rub that marvelous pussy up and down my cock, while you look into my eyes, and tell me how much you need my cock."

Her pussy slid up and down on my cock, drenching both of us.

"That's it, work that pussy, and get her soaked."

"So good, so good."

"Work that pussy. That's it, work it. Now, put my cock in, and slowly let yourself down, while looking in my eyes and I pinch your nipples. Now tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me until I can't walk straight and make my cunt cum all over your splendid cock, and I want you to keep doing it until I can't stand it anymore."

She did, and we did, and she came at least twice, before I couldn't hold it any longer and filled her with more cum that I could ever remember ex pending.

"Who are you, and what have you done with cold Norma, who can't cum?"

"I'm new Norma, the girl who can't get enough of your cock."

I held her close, and started kissing her neck. She looked up at me, saying, "More? I don't know if I can."

She put her hand on my hardening cock and said, "Oh My God, you're hard again."

I flipped her over onto her knees and slid my cock into her soaking wet pussy, pumped a few times, then teased her ass with the head of my cock, getting it wet, then slid back into her pussy. I did this several times, before inserting a finger.

"Oh Jesus, what are you doing?"

"Reach down, and feel my balls as they slap your clit, while I pull your nipples."

She did, and started to moan, as I got a rhythm, fucking her pussy, fingering her ass, and pinching her nipples. Pretty soon, I had three fingers in her ass, and she was practically screaming. I waited until I felt her legs shake, and her pussy clench, then I pulled out and plunged my cock into her ass, almost balls deep, and came with her.

We lay there panting, and she said, "I never expected anything like that. Your cock in my ass was a real shock. I'm ashamed to say that I enjoyed it. I'm so confused right now, I know this can't go on, it will end my marriage, I love him, and I don't want that, I have a child to think of, but I want your loving so much, you make me feel like a real woman, I don't want to stop."

"We have to, and you're right, sooner or later, something will happen, and it will come out that you're having an affair. We don't want that."

"What should I do?"

"Confront him; ask if he's having an affair, if he doesn't love you anymore. Tell him that girl's talk, and you're tired of hearing about how good their love life is, while yours sucks."

"Great idea, I'll do it."

Norma knew she had to do this right, or she might lose her marriage, she thought and planned her next moves, but the more she thought about it, the madder she got. She knew her daughter wanted a sleep-over with her friend Patty, so she arraigned it to happen this Friday. She wanted to be alone when she confronted Bob.

On Friday, as soon as her daughter left, Norma started her preparations, she chose tight black leggings, a white crop top, no bra, and of course high heels. She made sure her hair and make-up were perfect, and eagerly awaited Bob's arrival.

Bob arrived, immediately complaining about how glad this terrible week was over, and how horrible his last client had been.

Norma waited to see if he would notice, or remark about her outfit and after twenty minutes passed with no comment, she exploded.

"Bob, we need to talk."

"What's the problem?"

"You! Do you love me?"

"Of course, you know I do."

"Are you having an affair?"

"Certainly not, what's come over you?"

"I'll tell you what's come over me. Look at me, I'm 29 years old, I'm in great shape, I have a child, am an experienced woman who has never refused you, have always eagerly had sex with you. I've taken great pains to keep in shape for you. Look at my tight, round, bubble ass." She turned and stuck out her ass. "I worked very for that. I have no stretch marks and a flat tummy, I have long, shapely legs, and great tits, that I can't remember the last time you touched, kissed, or even saw. I can't leave this house, unless I purposely dress as a bag lady without some man, or woman trying to look down my shirt, pinching my ass, or hitting on me, and I've been propositioned more times than a topples waitress. But, I'm invisible to you, and I'll bet you can't even remember the last time you made me come."

"Well, I ......"

"Bob, you've NEVER made me come. You use me as some kind of cum dump, you briefly kiss me, squeeze my tits, then enter and fuck me till you come, then rollover and go to sleep. That's not lovemaking, its selfish fucking. If you truly love me, and are not having an affair, than you're the biggest asshole in town. I want you out of here now, don't come near me until you have some answers, GET OUT. Your bag is by the door."

Bob felt like he had been hit by a freight train, he'd never seen her like this, and had no idea that she thought he was inadequate as a lover. He checked into the Holiday Inn, and when he went into the office on Monday, his partner Sam took one look at him, and said; "Bob, what's wrong, you look like shit?"

Bob explained that Norma threw him out of the house, and he was at a complete loss as what to do.

"Let me have Helen call her, and see what'd going on. You can come to our house for dinner and we'll talk. In the meantime, get out of here; we can't have clients seeing you looking like this.

Bob left, Helen called, Norma explained, and Bob showed up for dinner.

Helen took one look at him, and said; Bob, you're the most unaware ass I have ever even heard of. You have a gorgeous wife, who everyone, but you lusts after, and you don't even see her. Love making is reciprocal; you get what you give, and more. You don't give anything. She loves you, if you want to save your marriage, you need to shape up."

"I have no idea what she wants, I love her, and have always tried to please her.

"She wants you to make love to her, not just fuck her, she has needs too."

"What am I going to do?"

Helen looked at Sam, and they both silently mouthed, Myra Andrews. Helen said, "Maybe we can help, let me make a call." And she went into the bedroom. When she came back fifteen minutes later, she had a big smile on her face, and said, "I've got a solution for you, Bob, but it's going to cost you. You're going to need two, or maybe three days away in a nice hotel, out of town, you're going to have to wine and dine her, and she wants $500. After this get-a-way, you'll never see her again. But you'll know exactly how to keep Norma happy.

"But, that's cheating; I don't know if I can do that to Norma, it might even make things worse."

"You'll have to decide that for yourself, our lips are sealed, you'll never see her again, or even know who she is, and if you have a better idea, I'd like to hear it."

"Alright, I'll do whatever I have to do, arrange it."

Norma walked into the Real Estate office the next day and was soon confronted by Shirley, the closing manager, "Alright girl, spill."

"What?"

"You've got 'that well fucked look', I can spot it anywhere and remember well how it feels. Who's the guy? It can't be Bob."

"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm just happy; I think I've got a deal on the Andrew's house."

"Yeah, right, You know you'll tell me eventually. You can't keep a secret from me."

"Bye, Shirley." Norma walked away thinking 'No I won't.'

Norma called Jim, "Are you available today?"

"Yes, but you need to be very careful now, if you're found out, it will really fuck you up. I can be home and ready for you by 10:30."

Norma lay back, trying to recover her breath after cumming hard.

"Close your eyes; I have a surprise for you."

Jim lifted her left tit and wrote 'Jim's' under it with a fine point marker.

Norma opened her eyes, and almost screamed, "What are doing? You know you can't mark me, he'll see."

"You said he hasn't seen your tits in years, and it's washable. I wanted you to know that that's mine."

"You're so dam sexy. I could just suck your cock." And she did.

That night, she called Jim, "I want you to know that I've been looking at your tit all night, studying it, and wondering what you're going to call the other one. Goodnight."

Bob came back from his three day seminar a new man. He walked with an almost strut, he seemed much more confident, and he wore a big smile. When he walked into the office, his assistant smiled and said, "Welcome back, you look like the seminar was a success."

"It was indeed. Thank you. Can you arrange some flowers to be sent to my wife? Just put 'I love you' on the card."

"Right away."

Sam walked into his office, "Well, it looks as though you enjoyed yourself."

"Sam. I can't thank you enough. I never would have believed that I was such an ass, and I have no idea why she put up with me for all these years. I just hope it's not too late."

"I think you have a good chance to fix things, she told Helen she loves you dearly, but, unless changes are made, she's done."

Bob waited until he was sure she got the flowers, and then called Norma, asking if she would go to dinner with him at the Park Lane on Friday. She agreed to meet him in the bar at 8 PM.

Bob walked into the bar, finding Norma surrounded by two good looking guys obviously hitting on her. She turned and saw him, and said, "Oh there you are darling, she got up and gave him a hug, the two guys disappeared, and they sat together, looked into each other's eyes and both said, "I love you."

"You are beautiful, and I can't tell you how sorry I am for being such an ass, and not appreciating you. If you'll let me, I'll change all that."

I didn't hear anything from Norma for almost three weeks, when she called.

"I want to tell you how happy I am that we met. Things with Bob have changed dramatically. I don't know how it happened, and I'm not going to ask, but he has become a wonderful lover. Of course, there a few things I learned from you that I'll gradually introduce, but I'm just thrilled. I've even decided to get a tattoo, and I'll bet you can guess what, and where."

"Bob's." "Under your right tit."

"You got it. By the way, yours did wash off, but I'll always remember it. I'm going forward as a great mom, and well fucked Norma who can cum. Thank you very much."

"Remember that there's such a thing as a Refresher Course, and you can always.... CUM AGAIN!"

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