I had touched a nerve. “I’m sorry. I had no idea…”
Nancy cut me off. “Yeah, he’s one of those ‘the man is the ruler of the household’ Christians, and the wife is supposed to be subservient.”
“So, this is rebellion, screwing a newly widowed guy in the back of your van??” I said, smiling, but a serious question just the same. I slowly pulled out of Nancy, my dick bobbing in front of me, slick from all the come I had just deposited inside her. I watched as a long trail of semen started to flow from her wet and tangled pussy, a thick stream that spilled from her labia and ran down her right ass cheek, puddling on the back of her skirt. I sat back, Nancy putting her right leg in my lap. I took her hand in mine. “I sense some resentment.”
Nancy sighed. “Yeah, a little. We met in college. I was getting a degree in nursing. He was all for it, then we got married. I worked for a few years, then got pregnant. I took time off, then got pregnant again. I have three kids of my own, and we adopted one. They’re all in their teens now. I always thought I’d go back to work once they got older, but he thinks a woman’s place is in the home…” her voice trailed off.
“Don’t sell yourself short. Raising kids is not an easy thing-I have four myself, all out on their own now-but it surely has its challenges. There’s no shame in being a mom, so don’t feel like you have not accomplished anything worthwhile. Besides, you can always go back at some point, though it looks like that might take an interesting conversation.”
Nancy smiled sadly. “Well, I’m 46 now, so it’s been a long while since I graduated, and a lot has changed.”
“True. On the other hand, it’s something you can do til you’re old,” I teased her. “For what it’s worth, and maybe this will give you something to think on, my mom graduated law school at 39, and passed the bar at 40, and was still teaching at 72. Don’t let age intimidate you. I mean, you’ll probably have to take some classes to catch up, and retest, but it’s doable.”
Nancy looked at me. I could see the wheels turning. “Thanks. You’ve given me something to think about.” I reached toward her, she sat up, and we hugged. As we embraced, Nancy shuddered, then giggled. “I’m dripping!!” she said with a smile.
“Maybe better put those panties back on,” I suggested.
“Yeah, I better, or I’ll be giving the neighbors a show when I unload the bags at home,” said Nancy, pulling her panties from her side pocket. She gathered up the sperm leaking from her pussy and licked her finger slowly. She was making me crazy. She slipped the left leg opening over her foot, then the right, raising her ass off the seat as she pulled them up. She noticed the puddle on the back of her skirt.
“Don’t want him seeing that,” I laughed.
“He won’t. He likes me in those long dresses and skirts you see me in most of the time. I’ll change before he gets home.”
“Life with hubby sounds stifling.”
“It can be. He’s a good man, mostly. He just has these antediluvian ideas sometimes. It’s tiring. After 23 years, this is my first time stepping out.”