“I’ve read about that, but I didn’t think it was real,” she said.
“Maybe Tim might like doing that to you,” I offered.
“Are you kidding me? If he’s barely willing to touch my vagina because he thinks it’s disgusting, how do you think he’d react if I asked him to play with my ass?” she exclaimed.
“Just a suggestion. Look, Sarah, not all guys are as into sex as I am. They’re content with just the occasional quickie.”
“Yeah, apparently.”
“And you’re not,” I said.
She sighed. “No, frankly, I’m not. I always thought sex would be exhilarating, exciting, and fulfilling. I thought it would bring us closer together. I assumed we’d figure out what we were doing and have a lot of fun with it. But I want a lot more than I’m getting.”
“Okay, I’m going to ask you a question. I hope you won’t get offended,” I said.
“Go ahead.”
“Do you masturbate?”
She blushed visibly. “Yes, I do sometimes. I always do after Tim and I have sex. I’m just starting to get warmed up when he’s ready to roll over and go to sleep, so I learned to do it then just so I could fall asleep, too. Now, I do it sometimes when I go online. I found a website that I sometimes go to that has erotic stories. Often, they’ll get me going.”
“So you are getting some release, then,” I said.
“Some. Not enough. Oh sure, I can make myself have an orgasm, but it just feels kind of empty. I feel like it would be so much better if a man would do things to me.”
“Well, since you’re being so honest, I’ll tell you, I masturbate too, and you’re right. It’s much better with a partner. For me, it’s a whole lot better if I can satisfy a partner while satisfying myself.”
Sarah seemed very interested in stirring her drink, but finally, she looked up and said, “Don? Can I trust you?”
“After the things we’ve just shared, I would say you’re pretty safe,” I said.
Her hand reached across the table and laid on top of mine. She stroked it lightly with her fingertips, and then asked, “Will you help me?”
“Help you?”
“Yes, will you help me? Will you take me to your room and make love to me?” she asked.
“You’re married.”
“I don’t want to cheat on my husband, but not getting any attention is driving me crazy. Maybe it was the whole thing with Owens today. I don’t know, but somehow, that creep did manage to let me know that I’m still alive, that I’m not some dried up old prune of a married lady.”
“Are you kidding me? You’re a beautiful woman. When I first met you, I was surprised to see how young and pretty you look,” I said.
“You don’t have to flatter me,” she said with an embarrassed smile. “I already asked you to take me to your room.”
“Okay, but why, Sarah? What is it you really want?”
“I need to be appreciated, dammit! In all ways. Not just as a good mother, or a good home-maker or a good forensic accountant – I need to be appreciated as a woman. I’m coming up to my fortieth birthday a lot faster than I thought I would. Just once before it’s too late, I’d like to know that a man enjoyed me, and I’d like to enjoy that man right back.”
“Sarah, I don’t know what to say.”
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