Awakenings Ch. 07

"I do."

"But you will be able to overcome your inhibitions just like I overcame mine." Jeanne quickly added; "Michael, when we're together I promise you that you're going to enjoy the best sex any man has ever experienced."

"I already am. This weekend has been fantastic."

"And it's still only Friday night."

Grinning, I said; "I know that."

"Do you want me to continue my dance?"

My confidence restored, I said; "Yes I do."

"Would like me to dance for you, or should I show you how I'm going to dance for Trent?"

Rattled by the directness of Jeanne's question, I grinned at her stupidly.

She giggled. "This is hard for you, isn't it."

I nodded.

In a soft, gentle voice Jeanne asked; "Would you like me to show you how I'm going to dance for Trent. It's okay, it's kinky, but so what? In fact I think that makes it even more fun."

Jeanne had been my soul mate for twenty-seven years. Despite everything that had recently happened I loved her and I would continue to love her for the rest of my life. She understood me. When I was down she knew how to raise my spirits. When I was feeling insecure she knew how to boost my confidence.

Her soothing voice calmed me. I knew what I wanted and I also knew that I didn't need to be ashamed to admit it to this wonderful woman. Smiling, I said; "I'd like you to show me how you're going to dance for Trent."

Lasciviously licking my ear, Jeanne whispered; "Michael, you cannot believe how excited you just made me."

Jeanne stood and started moving to the beat of the imaginary music again. More excited than ever, I watched intently.

As she once again started inching her skirt up her thighs she said; "I'm going to tease him Michael. I'm going to try to drive him crazy with lust.

Staring at the hem of her skirt as it slowly moved up Jeanne's thighs, I said; "You're doing a good job of it."

Turning around Jeanne bent slightly at the waist. As she swayed her hips to the imaginary rhythm she pulled the hem of her skirt up over her rear exposing the gorgeous cheeks of her ass. She was wearing a black lace thong.

I stared.

"Do you think Trent will like my ass?"

"I'm sure he will."

"Do you think he'll want to fuck it?"

"Oh yes."

"Should I let him do it?"

"Do you want him to do it?"

"You know I do."

"Then you should let him do it"

Jeanne pulled her skirt up to her waist and moved back so she was standing between my legs. Still swaying her hips, she said; "Pull my panties down, just to my thighs. I want to keep them on a little longer."

Breathless with excitement, I carefully pulled Jeanne's thong down her nylon stocking covered legs.

As soon as I was finished Jeanne said; "Michael, rub my cunt, rub my cunt while I dance for Trent."

Reaching between Jeanne's legs, I slipped my fingers into her sex. She was dripping wet. For a moment Jeanne let me rub her while she slowly swayed her hips, but then she suddenly stopped. Stepping away, she turned around so she was facing me.

Standing perfectly still, her large breasts fully exposed, her skirt bunched up around her waist, her panties down around her thighs, the lips of her shaved cunt glistening with the moisture of her arousal; Jeanne smiled at me and asked; "Why am I so excited Michael? Tell me."

Every bit as excited as Jeanne, I took a deep breath and answered; "Because you're thinking about the fun you're going to have with Trent Peters." As I said those words tiny pangs of jealousy pricked at my heart. They were overwhelmed by the excitement I was feeling, but they were there and they were unmistakeable.

Shaking her head, Jeanne said; "No, that's not why I'm this excited. Yes, I admit that playing with Trent Peters will be fun, but it will never be as much fun as playing kinky sex games with you. Michael, you're the man I love. You will always be my favorite playmate."

Once again Jeanne had demonstrated how well she knew and understood me. Her words vanquished the tiny pinpricks of jealousy that had been poking at my heart. Suddenly overwhelmed with love for this wonderful woman I grinned and said; "Thank you very much, I needed to hear that."

"I know. I'm sorry I've created a situation where you do need to hear that."

"That's okay, I'm enjoying this new life too and as long as you keep reassuring me I think we'll be all right."

"I will Michael, I promise to give you all the reassurance you need."

I smiled at Jeanne.

Smiling back, she said; "I still have a wet pussy. Got any ideas about what we might do about that?"

"I do, I have a really good idea. How would you like to sit on my face?"

Jeanne grinned; "Baby, that's an invitation the new Jeanne will never refuse. Lie back and make yourself comfortable. Your slut wife is going to go for a ride." Giggling with excitement, she took off her panties and skirt.

While Jeanne was doing that I took off my shirt and lay back on the bed. Once I was settled she got on the bed, straddled my face and sat down; pressing her sopping pussy into my lips, cheeks and nose.

I started licking Jeanne. She cooed with delight and responded by rocking back and forth on my face. When she rocked forward I sucked on her clit and when she rocked back I licked her cunt and then her asshole. While I was doing that Jeanne pinched and pulled on her nipples. It was amazing. I felt like we were the main characters in an eighteenth century erotic epic.

We were both crazed with unbridled lust. As Jeanne rocked back and forth she ground her cunt and her ass into my face. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and tried to bury my tongue even deeper inside her.

Jeanne started laughing. "Michael, this is fucking amazing. I never dreamed that sex could be this much fun!" And then she arched her back and screamed.

As she orgasmed, Jeanne's moisture flooded my face. Reveling in her arousal, I kissed her and licked her. I closed my eyes and passionately made out with her sex.

Gradually Jeanne's orgasm subsided. Once she regained her composure she slid back so she was straddling my chest and took several long slow breaths. I watched her. After a moment she smiled at me and asked; "Wanna fuck?"

The question and the way it had been posed was so incongruous with the old Jeanne that we both burst out laughing. Leaning down, Jeanne kissed me and said; "I guess I've changed."

Still laughing, I said; "That would be the understatement of the year."

"It's fun, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it really is."

"So do you?"

"Damn right."

"Can I stay on top?"

"That's not what Trent would want."

"Right now I don't give a damn about Trent. At this moment I only care about what we want."

"I'd love it if you stayed on top."

Jeanne slid farther back and reached behind her. As she guided my erect penis into her cunt, she said; "You can play with my tits while we fuck. You like doing that, don't you."

I nodded.

Jeanne began rocking back and forth on my cock. I reached up and started fondling her nipples.

"I enjoy being on top."

"I like it too."

"Tell me why? What do you like about it?"

"I can play with your tits and I can watch you."

"You really do like to watch, don't you."

"Yes I do."

"I glad." Jeanne closed her eyes. We fell into a slow easy rhythm.

As we fucked I watched Jeanne. All of her attention was focused on the pleasure we were creating for each other. She really had become a sensual woman. I marveled at the change. During the past year, my once prudish wife had evolved into a sexual lioness.

Jeanne opened her eyes and saw me looking at her. "You're watching me."

"Yes I am. You've always been beautiful, but now you're also sensual."

"Do you like that?"

"Yes I do."

Closing her eyes again, Jeanne shifted her attention back to my cock. I watched as she rode me. After a moment she whispered; "Michael, I love to fuck, I really do. Is that okay?"

"It's not just okay, it's wonderful."

"I love fucking with you."

"But you enjoy other men too."

Opening her eyes again, Jeanne looked at me and said; "I'm sorry, but I do. The variety is thrilling."

"I know."

"Michael, I really have become a slut."

"Does that ever make you unhappy?"

Jeanne stopped rocking on my cock. Sitting perfectly still, she considered my question. Finally she said; "I'm happy that I've learned to enjoy sex and being a slut is amazingly exciting. I love it. No, I'm not unhappy about that, but I am unhappy that I hurt you."

"While I'm over the hurt, I will admit that you're still causing me some stress."

"I'm sorry."

"Change causes stress, I think it's inevitable."

"Do you think this will turn out to be a good change for you?"

"It's looking pretty good right now."

"What about when I'm with someone else?."

"I think that has the potential to be good, but I'm not there yet. It's still going to take some time. Until I do get there, I suggest we try to live in the moment."

Grinning, Jeanne said; "I like that plan. I'm sorry I got all serious."

"We have to talk. It's essential if we're going to make this work."

"Even while we're fucking?" Jeanne was giggling.

"When you've got something to say you've gotta say it."

Still giggling, Jeanne said; "Well I said what I had to say and now I'm done. Let's start fucking again."

"I can do that."

"Wanna gallop?"

"When you're on top am I your horse?"

"Is that too kinky for you?"

Laughing, I said; "Too kinky? That doesn't even register on our kinky scale."

"So do you wanna?"

"Sure, why not." I paused for a moment and then I asked; "Isn't this going to be rammin and Jammin?"

"When I'm on top and warmed up rammin and Jammin is good."

"Apparently I need to read a manual."

"We don't have one, but we could write one."

"That would require extensive research and experimentation."

"We'd have to set aside some weekends for that purpose only."

"We'll need to sequester ourselves in a motel."

"It will be physically exhausting."

"That's true, but great achievements require intense effort."

Grinning at me, Jeanne said, "I'm up to the challenge, are you?"

"I am, but we'll need to train."

"This is a good opportunity."

"It is. Galloping would be a good training exercise, wouldn't it."

"It's recommended by some of the sports most prominent authorities."

"I didn't realize that this was a sanctioned sport."

"Oh yes, the governing agency is the international federated union of copulating couples."

"The IFUCC, yes I believe I've heard of it."

We'd both been trying to keep straight faces, but with that Jeanne broke and burst out laughing. I immediately joined her. We hugged and then Jeanne said; "Michael I love you so much."

"I know."

"Do you? Even after everything I've done?"

"Yeah, even then. Come on, let's gallop."

"Okay."

We did and it was amazing. Jeanne had two orgasms. The first time she came I tried to back off, but she didn't want a break. She just wanted to keep fucking. The second time she came we orgasmed together.

After a short recess, Jeanne went down on me and expertly raised another erection. We finished the evening with a session of anal sex. While we were doing it I couldn't stop picturing Trent Peters enjoying the same pleasure with Jeanne. The image did create some angst for me, but I had to admit that it also added to the excitement.

That night we both slept like babies. The next morning was Saturday. After showering together, we spent some time doing research for the oral sex chapter of our projected sex manual and then we dressed and went out for breakfast.

After breakfast we drove north along the Pacific Coast Highway to The Point Reyes National Sea Shore. That night we had dinner at the sea food cafe. After dinner we returned to the motel and spent the rest of the evening making love. That day was just for us. We didn't talk about our problems. We didn't discuss other men. We simply enjoyed each other. It was a wonderful day.

Sunday morning Jeanne's plane left 10:00. It was a hour drive to the San Francisco Airport, so we had to leave the motel at 7:30.

On the way to the airport Jeanne said; "Thanksgiving is in two weeks. The girls and I are going to miss you."

Nodding, I said; "I'm going to miss you too."

"Christmas will be even worse."

"We could spend Christmas together."

"What about the girls?"

"They could join us. We have over a month to make the plans."

"Could we really do that?"

"Why not? We have plenty of money."

"Where would you want to meet?"

"San Antonio, Texas is supposed to be a beautiful city."

"Isn't that where they have the riverwalk?"

"I believe it is."

"Michael, I would love to do that."

"I'd like it too."

"I'll call the girls as soon as I get home."

"Getting the time off work will probably be the biggest obstacle."

"The week between Christmas and New Years is never a very productive time for businesses. I'm sure that we'll all be able to take vacation days."

"What about Paul? Will he be spending the holidays with his family?"

"Paul doesn't spend time with his family. His parents divorced when he was four. Both of them remarried immediately and have families with their new spouses. His mother raised him, but he feels like his stepfather always viewed him as a burden. Apparently his father rarely made child support payments. He hasn't been home since he graduated from college."

"Paul should definitely spend Christmas with us in San Antonio."

"I'll tell Tricia that he's invited."

Moving on, I said; "The holidays are a busy time. We'll need to act quickly. Get me some dates. I'll make the hotel reservations and I'll have Ruth transfer some additional money to your account so you can buy the airline tickets. They're going to be expensive."

"Can we afford this?"

"I still have a few pools of money that I kept in reserve. It won't be a problem."

"Michael, this will be a wonderful Christmas."

"I think it will be too"

We pulled up to the departure level of the airport. Jeanne turned to me and said; "Michael, I'm going to miss you so much."

"I'm going to miss you too Jeanne, but we'll be together at Christmas."

"I'm already looking forward to it."

"Now you can call me and email me."

"That will help." Leaning over, Jeanne kissed me and then she got out of my Escape. I got out too. I took her bag out of the back and set it on the curb. Then I wrapped my arms around Jeanne and kissed her hard.

She kissed me back and whispered; "Michael I love you so much."

"I know that Jeanne. I love you too."

Jeanne smiled at me and then she picked up her bag. After giving me one more kiss on the cheek she turned and walked into the airport. I watched her disappear into the terminal and then I got back into my Escape and left the airport.

I drove back to my motel, packed up my gear and checked out. San Francisco had been fun, but now it was time to move on.