“I guess you do some weird things to me.”
“Good. I’m glad to know I affect you like this. I may have to do more,” she said, pressing her body in to kiss me.
“You’d better,” I said as I kissed her back.
We made out passionately for a few moments, running our hands all over each other and just enjoying the nearness of each other. Eventually, my cock softened a bit and our movement dislodged me from her sphincter. As it did so, she produced a squishy fart as my cum came out, and we both erupted into a fit of laughter.
“Okay, mood broken by the side effects of ass sex,” she laughed. “Let’s get in the shower and clean off.”
We took our time in the shower, enjoying soaping each other up, and lightly playing with each other. Though both too tired to go again immediately, we enjoyed cleaning each other thoroughly, taking the opportunity to learn each other’s bodies intimately. It was light, fun, and a great release.
We went a total of 5 rounds that night, and the next morning I could barely move. She told me that night that I needed to cum in her pussy, ass, and mouth, and that once that was accomplished, I had claimed her as my submissive. Obviously I was more than glad to oblige. The next morning, I awoke to her teasing my cock with her mouth. My abs were aching, but as I tried to sit up, she pushed me down. “Let me do the work on this one, lover.”
She crawled on top of me, laying flat against me, and guided me in, and this time, we made love instead of just screwing. It was slow, deliberate, tender, and altogether the most intense sex I had ever had in my life to that point. Here was a woman I had loved for over a decade, but had never touched, and finally, we were coupled together. We came together, and as she kissed me afterward, I noticed tears in her eyes.
“Are you okay?” I asked with concern and fear, holding her tightly.
“Wonderful. Wonderful. I’m just happy and relieved after so long. To have something so wonderful come out of all this pain is amazing.” She paused, looked me in the eye, and said “I’m in love with you, Alex.”
“Good, because I’m in love with you.”
“I mean it.”
“So do I.” I had a moment where I knew what I wanted and needed more than anything in life. I reached out and softly stroked her face. “Stay with me.”
“I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.”
“No. I mean forever.”
She kissed me passionately and we stayed like that for a long time, and barely left the bed that day except to eat and shower between rounds. It was the most intense, soul-baring sex I have ever had, and I knew I had made the right choice in that moment.
Andrea took the next two weeks off work. She had a ton of vacation time banked, and we needed the time to sort things out. She initialized divorce proceedings with my father, and we discussed next moves. We knew that we had to move, that much was plain. We could sneak around for a bit, but eventually people would figure out that we were involved, and even though our city wasn’t that small, many people knew each other and us, and we didn’t want to incite any scandal. Within a few days, I heard back from the program at Boston College, and though they weren’t offering quite as handsome of a package as CSU, it seemed a much more sensible option. Andrea got a job at a hospital in the city, we sold the house, and quickly settled in the suburbs. Chloe was young enough that all we had to tell her was that I was going to be her new father, and though she was a bit sad, loved me as her new dad figure.