But that night, as Helen rolled onto her side after her orgasm, I made it clear I wasn’t done yet.
“Jack no … I can’t … I’ve had enough.” She protested. Without saying a word, I unceremoniously rolled her on to her stomach, inserted my cock into her cunt and banged her almost as furiously as I had Tara all week until I came with a loud groan and shot my load into her pussy. Then I rolled her onto her back, spread her legs and proceeded to lick my cum from her cunt — it seemed I had grown as accustomed to the practice as much as Tara. Then I scooched up to Helen and kissed her, letting some of my cum drain into her mouth.
“My gawd, Jack, that was disgusting! What has gotten into you?” Helen exclaimed as she pushed me away from her.
It was the last time Helen and I ever had sexual relations. We were divorced within eighteen months; seems she’d had a lover for some time and decided it was time to call it quits after the girls left home.
I still see Tara. She graduated, got a good job and got married. The weird part is: she told her boyfriend about me before they got married and she stills sees me every week for dinner … and, well, you know …
She says loves her husband and he loves her, but she told him early on that she needed something she could only get with me. Like I said … weird, but I’m not complaining.
Although that last camping trip was a dismal failure as far as a family outing was concerned, I’ve never regretted it and what Tara and I have as a result.