My shrinking cock leaked one more small drop. She leaned down and licked it off, and then very methodically cleaned my entire manhood and belly of my spilled cum.
When she was done, she sat back on her heels, smiled at me, and blushed visibly. “What have you done to me, Don?” she asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Here I was, the conservative housewife/career woman, about as virginal as an almost middle-aged mother of two could be, and now I’m some kind of cum-slut!” she giggled.
“I’m sorry, baby.”
“For what?” she asked, lying down next to me. “For showing me a new side to myself? I’ve always wondered what good sex was, since I knew I wasn’t having it. Now I know. I’d love to do it all the time. It’s just like when I tried water-skiing.”
“Water-skiing?” I laughed.
“Stop it,” she said, sitting up in bed. She had her hands on her hips, which put her proud breasts on display. There was a serious expression on her mouth, but her baby blue eyes were twinkling. “I’m trying to make a point. It was a dangerous new thrill, something I’d never done before, and something I wanted to do again. Plus, it made me all wet.”
“Ah. Speaking of making you wet,” I said as I pulled her on top of me and moved her to sit on my face.
“I’ll play with myself after you’re gone, thinking about what you do down there,” she moaned.
“I think I like this as much as you do, baby,” I said.
We rested for a while after that, cuddling, the way she had learned to love to do. Our pillow talk brought us to the “seminar” I had mentioned.
“How much notice do you need to get time off from work?” Sarah asked.
“My boss, Marian, wants two weeks minimum, but often, it’s more like three, depending on my case load.”
“Could we start the seminar four weeks from today?” she asked. “I had been talking to Tim about taking my ‘hunter’s widow’ reward weekend soon.”
“I’ll confirm your enrollment on Monday when I’ve had a chance to look at the due dates on the stuff that’s probably on my desk.”
She snuggled against me. “What time is it?”
“Almost three. I have to be out of here in about two hours.”
“Should give us enough time,” she said, moving to straddle me so that her pussy lips were against my soft cock.
As she ground against me, she asked, “What will we do at the cabin? Besides make love, I mean.”
“Well, we can go walking in the woods, toast marshmallows in the fire pit outside, and go swimming in the lake. It’s very clean, and by that time of year it will be nice and warm.”
“I guess I should get a new swimsuit,” she said.
“Why? I don’t even own one. It’s my lake. I own the land around it. No one goes there.”
“Skinny dipping?” Sarah laughed. “I’ve never done that.”
“The new Sarah is ready for skinny dipping,” I said.
“The new Sarah is ready for one last session before you have to leave, Don.”
As it turned out, I was ready, too. I was tired – I had worked hard this week, and had enjoyed a lot of sex for a man my age. But Sarah brought out the best in me. We started out slow this time, but we didn’t end that way.
We didn’t say much while we were getting dressed, or even as we walked to our cars after I checked out of the hotel. I loaded the Mercedes in silence, and then we embraced one last time.
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