True Love

by Vickie Tern

We were screwing, as we often did mornings to take full advantage of my wake-up erections.

She was mounted on my crotch and leaning back with Her eyes shut, slowly rotating Her pelvis on my cock, which had melted into something all Hers, deep and warm and wet inside Her. Heaven on earth, in our own bed.

i was on my back with my hands reaching out to mold and support Her breasts, thumbs brushing casually against Her distended nipples. She'd whimper now and then, and when i opened my eyes i'd see Hers closed, Her beautiful face concentrating on Her body's sensations, that pert nose and delicate chin tilted high up, full brown hair tumbling everywhere as She tossed Her head to and fro in a rhythm matched to Her pelvic ecstasy.

This was our favorite position. Now and then She'd ask me to clamber up between Her spread legs and ram Her into the mattress, my weight crushing Her and my own thrusting dominating our rhythm. But more often She preferred to kneel lightly over me, in complete control of Her pleasures. Crouched down on Her, i could brush my lips on Her neck, and She'd invariably shiver. But while on top i couldn't comfortably caress Her breasts, and as She once told me, She always felt pinned down. She didn't like feeling pinned down.

So She was above me with my penis deep inside Her, revolving Her crotch on mine, a dreamy half-smile fixed on Her face. Twenty years married, kids all grown and gone, and still my heart melted to see that smile! i set up a delicate counter revolution that buried my shank far up into Her to the root. Just delicious. i closed my eyes and sent my mind down into my crotch to live forever.

Still screwing slowly, She said in a preoccupied voice, as if in passing, "you know, I've been seeing another man." "'Seeing'?" i opened my eyes. Nothing had changed. Hers were still closed. She was grinding down onto me as always. "What do You mean, 'seeing'?"

"you know. Like now. Fucking!" "Another man? You're fucking another man?" She was still moving on me, rotating Her pelvis, and my slick shank slid in and out of Her as She rocked back and forth. i waited. She moaned, "Ahhh, darling!" Once, contented. Then more silence.

"Why?" She looked down on me gravely, then closed Her eyes again and pushed. She seemed to smirk, but i realized it was only self-satisfaction, Her extra pleasure as She ground Her clit hard against my pelvic bone. "honey, why does anyone fuck? Because I like it!"

She lifted Herself up and thrust down, then up, then down, and let out a deep sigh. "Yesss," She hissed in confidence to Herself. "I love it!" Then She leaned way forward on top of me, and the base of my cock pivoted against the inside of Her mound, its underside now thrust against Her wet, velvet vulva. Her hair fell over my face, and Her eyes became dark smudges. i looked up into them. Her expression was no longer visible.

"Ohhh!" She said. "My tits! Caress My tits, you sweet man! Caress My nipples!" She whispered. "Kiss Me! Push into Me! More!" i did all of those things.

"Don't worry, lover, I don't want to leave you! And I'm trying to arrange it so you won't want to leave Me! you're everything I need and everything I want! Deeper, ohhhh, yes, deeper! Yessss!"

Now She was writhing on me, Her hair waving back and forth over my face, Her tension mounting, Her buttocks heaving, my cock carried along inside Her helplessly, working up and down and around it relentlessly, passionately, gloriously as my own exquisite sensations poised for their great leap and then overflowed, spurted, hurled themselves into Her as She clenched and squeezed and clenched and shouted, "Ohhh, Yesss, Ohhh, Yesss, heavenly, ohhh, heavenly!" And then She collapsed on top of me, Her face pressed against my face, arms squeezing my neck, Her breasts squashed on mine.

i waited until i could find breath again. "Why, then, if i'm everything?" i asked. "Everything is good," She said into my neck, muffled. "More of everything is better. Kiss Me again, sweetheart!"

i did, but i couldn't believe we were having this conversation! It was unreal! Without thinking, i kissed Her as so often before, so many times before when we had just made love and were feeling especially intimate. She kissed me back so very tenderly, as if my mouth were a rare jewel, then after a few more deep breaths She sat back up on me and looked down on me, altogether pleased with both of us. i stared back bewildered, my prick not yet soft, still crammed somewhere inside Her.

"My precious!" She said to me. "My darling! I've wanted to tell you for so long now. And now I've told you. I'm so relieved! I've worried it might come between us, but now I feel so relieved!"

"What?" i said. i was dazed. Addled. What questions could i ask? What did i want to know? What not know? "For how long? Tell me again, Cynthia!"

Now She spoke more slowly, patiently, Her hands stroking my chest, enjoying the feel of what little chest hair i had. "I've been seeing another man, honey. Fucking him. Rob, you know him, he's one of the younger men at your office. I've quit with my previous. His Wife found out and stopped him from coming to see Me. We're still friends and She feels sorry for Me, but it's the same with them as it was with Bill and Helene, and before that with Scott and Francine. With practically all of our friends, really.

The wives all feel sorry for Me, but They won't share. Betsy was quite rude, in fact, telling Me to keep away from Cal. Actually warned Me to stay away! A shame, because Cal has the most beautiful cock I've seen anywhere. Any I've actually fucked, I mean. Even more beautiful than yours."

"You've been unfaithful to me? With other men?" i said it, and immediately could have bitten off my tongue. But i was baffled! "Why?" Cynthia looked down on me, puzzled and a little annoyed. "I just told you, sweetie! Weren't you listening? I like to fuck! You know that! I love it with you! I adore it with you! But I like it with other men too! So I do it with others! Only one man at a time, of course. Besides you, I mean."

She looked down at me with real affection, and impulsively bent to kiss the tip of my nose. i didn't turn my head up to kiss Her back. "Aww, you're upset! Don't be, sweetheart!" She bent to kiss me again.

"Cynthia!" i tried to get a grip on this lunacy! She'd been sleeping with half the men we knew, and i never knew it, and She didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with it? Their Wives felt sorry for Her? How could i make sense of this conversation? i tried. my penis still snugged inside Her was softening, a little, but it still felt good there.

Without realizing it i pressed up against Her to secure it inside for as long as possible. "my god, Cynthia! All those men? Our friends? Suppose i were to sleep with all of their Wives! How would you like that?" This was the craziest conversation i had ever had! None of it was real!

"I wouldn't like it, lover! Because you're Mine! All of that love juice inside you belongs inside Me! And I want all of it! All the time! But the last few years, each year there's been less. You know! Some nights I'll climb on you, and there's nothing at all! That's all right, darling, we hug and smooch, and that's just wonderful. I love it, and I love you."

She leaned way over and kissed me again gently, with infinite care, on my lips, and seemed reluctant to stop. I couldn't help but kiss Her back. Her mouth was so soft! My heart swelled with love for Her, even though my stomach was sinking into the pits!

"But it's always so frustrating for Me, those times when you can't get it up. So the next day I'd call up whoever I was seeing at the time, and I'd ask him to fuck my brains out that very day! And whoever it was, he'd try! He'd really try! Younger men can still really do it too, over and over! They remind Me of you when you were younger, honey! They sometimes fuck Me so hard I can't sit still or see straight for days!"

Her face was rapt with the memory. i tried to feel angry with Her, but i couldn't, not from underneath Her crotch, my pecker still plugged into Her pussy and still holding back trickles and gouts of cum. i tried wriggling out from under, but i only got in deeper.

"Cynthia, that's not right! We're supposed to be faithful to each other! How could You?" "Don, honey, don't be such a stick! You're my husband! I always prefer you! I always give you first crack at Me, if you're able to do anything! Anything at all! Night or day! That's being faithful! And you're the only man I truly love, and the only man I ever will love the way I love you! That's being faithful! If I thought you'd take it this way, I'd never have told you! How can you say I'm not being faithful?"

She was genuinely hurt, not far from tears. iI reached up to stroke Her face. But i had to try again. "Honey," i said. "If i could, if we didn't make love so frequently, or at least whenever i can, would you want me to go around sleeping with all those other Wives? All of the Women we know? i could do that, you know!"

"You're so sweet!" She was teased by the thought, and began to tickle my cheeks and the tip of my nose with the ends of Her hair. "No you couldn't!" "Why not?" "Because you can't. Not when I'm done with you, you can't." She hesitated. "And also because They know you can't!"

"What?" i was speechless again. "You may as well get used to the idea, honey. None of the Women we know will get into bed with you. They think that you're impotent. They think they know you're impotent. We've all talked about it. I've explained to Their husbands why I find fucking them so delicious. Because you can't satisfy Me. And sooner or later they tell their Wives about Me, and the Wives tell each other. Everyone knows I'm looking around because you don't perform, sweetie!"

i was silent at this. "That's why they feel sorry for you?" i asked finally. Cynthia didn't seem to hear me. "Marge, She's a psychologist, remember, She thinks its your gender confusion that causes it. It's been a long time since I told Them about how you were wearing my panties. I'm sure that by now They all assume you wear My other clothes too. That you want to be a Girl. Marge thinks so. She has all kinds of theories about it, but mainly She thinks it's kind of sweet. Nearly everyone else does too."

"You told Them i wear Your panties?! When? Whatever for? What else did You tell Them?!" "Oh, a few more things. But why are you so upset? That was years ago! A couple of years, anyhow!" "Years?!" The Wives thought They knew, and so did the husbands. i tried to remember if Bill had been simpering or leering at me in the past few months, but nothing came to mind...anything when we changed clothes for raquetball at the Club, or changed back again?...did he check out my midriff after a shower? Nothing. But, i wouldn't have noticed. Who thinks about such things? "What 'few more things' did you tell them?"

"Oh, a few more. I see no reason to upset you any more than you are right now. We'll discuss this another time." i calmed down as quickly as i could. "Cynthia," i said in as measured a tone as i could manage. "i'm not upset. Just curious. Why did you tell Them i wear your panties? What was the occasion?"

She looked at me with Her eyes wide open. Here it comes, i thought. Cynthia was a youngest Child, Her daddy's little Girl, and the ways She'd twisted him to gratify Her whims and avoid punishment all through Her growing up had carried over into our marriage. i always thought they were cute when She tried them out on me. i never failed to melt when i was on their receiving end. That darling 'little-girl simplicity' She could call on any time was one of the many reasons i loved Her.

"Why, Marge saw your panties, honey, that time we were all together at that resort hotel. you and the boys were out playing golf while the Girls stayed back and did the laundry and gossiped. A whole week's worth! Remember? All mixed together by the time we were through! Then when we all had to sort out each other's things, Marge picked up some of your panties, and I had to claim them."

"Marge?" my voice rose and cracked, and i must have sounded a little frantic, because Cynthia began looking at me closely, those big beautiful eyes fixed on mine. my cock was soft, but still tucked into Her. Would it toughen up again? That hadn't happened for a few years!

i resumed self control. "Cynthia, i don't wear Your panties." i was trying to be calm and reasonable and matter-of fact, but all sorts of thoughts tumbled through my head. Marge was there, and Chelsea, Eric's Chelsea. Cathy too. All the couples of our bridge-playing set -- that's what we were there to do, golf and play bridge. And to do laundry too, apparently. And to do me, to undo my reputation. "Why did She think i wore Your panties? i don't wear Your panties!"

"But you do, sweetheart," She said, still wide-eyed, a reassuring smile beginning to brighten Her face. "Hanes Her Way cotton Hi-Leg panties, the same ones I used to wear before you asked Me to get sexier down there, and I stocked up on those lacy things you love seeing draped across My ass cheeks and caught tight in My pussy. Remember when you asked Me? I thought they were silly, but now I love them. Most men get hard the moment they see Me in them!"

She leaned back, then forward, and then She must have clenched a pussy muscle, because i felt my penis lurch a little. it was returning to life! She felt it too. "See, even you, just from imagining Me in them! you wear some other brands too. I gave all My old cotton panties to you. you never noticed? All those briefs you like to wear, you never noticed that none of them have flies, the way men's briefs do? That there's double fabric too far down in the crotch to do a man much good? Where Women get moist?" She wiggled a little.

"No," i said. The mystery was clearing a little, leaving only my reputation among friends murky. "Well, whenever they came out of the dryer I had to reclaim them, and then the Girls got a little silly, and whenever My lacy things were peeled off the pile They'd say 'Here, this must be don's too,' and We'd laugh and giggle. I'm sure They think we share everything."

"Why didn't you explain to Them?" "honey, why should I? I could see Their attitudes toward you changing, right before My eyes! Some of Them used to think you were quite handsome and attractive. They'd tell Me so, with that look in Their eyes, you know? So I thought, let Them think what They think! Then They won't try to take what's Mine! Try to play up to you, and maybe cheat Me out of one of those moments when you're up and ready for action!"

Again i was silent. "I didn't lie. Chelsea said She'd love to see you in those frothy tap pants you got Me for My birthday, the ones that make you feel so...loving, whenever you see Me in them? I told Her you'd bought them yourself at Victoria's Secret and that you just love them. They were impressed. In fact They were quiet until Marge asked out of the blue, 'Are his brassieres from Victoria's Secret too? Does he wear a slip?' They're such teases! They were disappointed when I told them no, no slip. But They felt better when I showed Them the two brassieres I bought that time you were a little tipsy and nuzzling Me and said you wished I wore lower necklines with more cleavage. Remember? I held them up and I said, 'don wanted these bras, so I got them for him. He loves seeing cleavage when we dress to go out.'"

"Well, sweetie, then They were really impressed! They all started talking at once. 'You two dress to go out? Together? Like that? The same way? My Ellis would never ever! But when you go out, Cynthia, where do you go? What do you do? How does he look?' So I told them usually we go out dancing, but first to a nice restaurant, and after a few drinks and a bottle of wine and a good dinner we feel just lovely, and you look so very lovely at least to Me, so we go some place where there's an orchestra and we dance. At first we dance together, I told them, but men begin to cut in to dance with Me, so I tell you to go find your own partners. And you do. Like at Joyce and Tim's Daughter's wedding, you remember? There are always plenty of singles to dance with. So we may not even see each other for much of the evening. It's so very Romantic!"

"Well, now the Girls are sort of solemn. Gail -- She was there too, you remember, your boss's Wife, She took over the conversation and Everyone else just listened. She got real interested! She asked Me if we always leave together after a date like that. I had to tell Her 'Not always,' because there was that time we were out with your cousin and his Wife, and we got tired, you remember, and you two wanted to see the end of some basketball game on the tube, so you came home later, remember?"

"'One of you uses a hotel room on those occasions?' She asked, and I told Her we both do sometimes. It depends on how late it is, and how far we're willing to go for a good time. I mentioned that you're always more eager to spend the night in a hotel than I am. And it's true! you never want to drive back home when we've both had a lot to drink. Isn't that true?"

"Well, when we were going upstairs, Gail told me confidentially that She didn't know we were into kinky things, and that She hoped we'd both come to a dress-up dinner for some selected friends some time when She could arrange it. She told Me that Geoffrey, your boss, looked smashing in a wig and a long gown, and She was anxious to see how you looked.

She asked me who does your hair, and I had to tell Her you did, when it wasn't mussed, which it is much of the time given the way you get when you're really into things. She said She could understand that, you being a hands on kind of person, and I certainly had to agree to that."

Cynthia smiled to Herself and wriggled Her bottom into my groin. There was no doubt about it. i was getting harder. She picked up my hands and placed them on Her breasts. "Caress Me again, lover!" She whispered confidentially. i did just that.

"Well, we've talked about it now and then since that time, all of us, They like to tease me by offering you Their dresses and things. Whenever you compliment Them on something They're wearing -- and you often do, don, you're such a gentleman! -- they can't wait to get to the Ladies' Room with the rest of Us and giggle about it, how you'd love for Me to buy you the same thing for your next birthday. Mmmmmmmmmm! More!"

i was fully hard again, as full as i get now. Cynthia lifted and lowered Herself just to make sure, then began plunging at me. That delicious feeling returned to my loins. i flicked Her nipples gently in response. She leaned forward and kissed me with passionate intensity.

"Oooh, I do love you, sweetheart! Never doubt it! This kind of talk turns you on, doesn't it? I'll have to remember that! Then last week it was Gail's turn to warn Me away from Geoffrey. She understood, She felt sorry for Me and all that, She knows how different men have their compulsions, but She wasn't going to tolerate My affair with him. She told Me confidentially that he wasn't that much of a lover anyhow, and I had to agree with Her, and We got to be quite friendly, Gal to Gal, comparing notes. She's been around the block a few times too. I told Her that Rob had been coming on to me, and She encouraged Me to go for it. So that's what I did. And She encouraged Me to tell you all about it, that it wasn't fair you were the only one who didn't know what Everyone else knows. Or thinks They know. That's why I'm telling you now."

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