[F] I (F45) had a secret affair for 8 months. It revitalized my sex life with my husband [PART VII: Denouement]

This is the ongoing saga that I started HERE (https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/u33z2w/f_i_f45_had_a_secret_affair_for_8_months_it/).

So, we’re on my weekend getaway with Keith, the first time we’ve been able to spend a good amount of uninterrupted time together. The best part about having two days and nights to ourselves was having time to take things slow. As much as we had enjoyed and experimented over the months, we were always conscious of the clock. I always had to get home, the most we ever had was two, three hours. That’s more than enough if all you want to do is both get off once or twice and then each go your own way for the night, but it’s definitely not enough for the underrated art of slow sex. One of the things adults lose out on is the patience and leisure to lie around for hours just kissing, cuddling, touching, studying and exploring each other’s bodies. There isn’t much else I miss about sex in high school, but that’s a big one. With experience, you learn to jump straight to what you know feels good. It’s great in some ways, but I have also thought it’d be nice to relive some of that slow exploratory sex too. Anyway, in the days leading up to this getaway I had already told Keith about wanting to spend some lazy hours in this way. As always he was happy to help.

After the events I described in my last instalment, Keith and I fell asleep for a much-needed nap then went for a walk in the woods. We had planned to fool around out in nature but it was pretty cold and we were not especially frisky after our earlier fun. Besides, I felt we had some stuff to discuss. So we talked more about Keith’s other girlfriends and I agreed that it was okay. I wasn’t happy about it, I mean I didn’t like it, but I didn’t have a strong case to make against it, and I wasn’t ready to stop seeing him. I told him the one thing I didn’t want was for him to tell me about his other lovers unless I asked. He had this idea that women love hearing all about their man’s other adventures. I think that’s just men projecting their own Maybe men like hearing about their lover’s other experiences, but I have never liked thinking about this. It felt good to talk.

We were getting more amorous by the time we got back to the cottage. I had a long, hot bath while Keith showered just next to me, in the open-concept rainfall shower. I forced myself out of my natural shyness about sexual words and made some appreciative comments about Keith’s body. It wasn’t hard to do: he was fit and well-proportioned. He was getting hard, though.

After drying off, we rushed back into bed, hiding under the covers for a while to warm up. Keith played sort of lazily with my breasts. I tickled his buttcheeks with my fingertips, laughing when his erection bobbed up against my thigh. When the mood started getting more serious, our breathing getting deeper and the laughter giving way to small moans, I rolled Keith onto his back, and sat on his chest, facing toward his feet. I could feel his breath on my butt. It was his turn to let me explore. I reached forward and took pleasure in watching myself fondle his dick and his balls, giving them the kind of close study I hadn’t had the luxury to give them before. To be honest, though, it was the first time in more than 20 years that I paid such careful, curious attention to anyone’s penis. It was obviously sexual, but for me it was mainly intimate in a different, new way. I recommend it.

Keith said nothing, just lay there unmoving while I played, except to open his thighs a bit if I needed better access. His hardon grew or softened depending on where I was focusing. When I leaned forward to give him a little suck, Keith craned his neck forward and started licking me but though it felt nice I reached back to push him back onto the bed. I wanted to concentrate on him. He could look if he wanted to, but not touch. He got the message and lay back while I went back to rooting my face around his belly and crotch. I guess he had his eyes open, the view must have been pretty high definition if you know what I mean, but he didn’t act while I explored. The only time he stepped in is after I had been sucking him for a while he told me he would cum soon if I didn’t stop. So I stopped, focused instead on tickling the skin of his thighs, his hips, his hairy stomach, his funny scrotum. Balls are just so weird, aren’t they? Male genitals in general are kind of hilarious, there’s nothing beautiful or appealing about them on their own. I mean, I love what they do, but they look so silly. Keith didn’t like me saying so, he was proud of his “junk” as he insisted on calling it and my teasing (it wasn’t really teasing) made him a bit peevish. But it’s not like he wanted me to stop my examination.

This went on for a while. I squeezed and tested the firmness of his dick head as if it was a plum. When a drop of clear precum appeared I would rub it into his skin, making his glans slick and lustrous and inviting. What a strange body part that is, so alien-like and changeable in size, color, hardness…. Whenever he would go soft I would give him a few firm strokes or licks, or cup his balls and take his dick into my mouth, not sucking but just letting its warmth and wetness do its work. I was thoroughly enjoying myself, not in a totally sexual way, but just liking this new way of being intimate. It was also nice to be the one exploring. I got a small thrill out of sitting on his chest, brushing his skin with my bush, feeling his nipples catch my labia, knowing he was just lying there letting me do whatever I wanted..

But I could tell it would soon be time to change tack. Keith was starting to get restless and twitchy. And I was starting to get hungry for dinner. So after getting him good and hard again with my hand, I scooted over on my knees so my butt was now at his hips. We didn’t often do it in this way, in reverse cowgirl. I normally prefer seeing him while I ride him. But once in a while this variation is pretty jolly. Keith obviously thought so. He started moaning “Oh my god” a lot in a way that made him sound a bit simple and when I started really bearing down on him he started making these grunting sounds that were so incredibly piglike that I couldn’t stop giggling. He started laughing too, saying “What? What? What?” but laughing so hard we actually have to stop fucking.

I rolled over off him and we caught our breath. This is what sex is all about, not just amazing physical sensation, not just horniness (to me horniness is more mental than physical), but fun and funny. We hadn’t had much funninness in our months together. That was one of the things about sex with Keith that could never live up to sex with Scott, which is almost always wonderfully light-hearted. Now here we were, laughing too hard to even have sex. As we calmed down, Keith shuffled himself toward me, lining himself up for 69. When it was obvious that he was going to cum, I disengaged, crawled on all fours down his body until I could sit on him again. He slid into me and immediately came. I hadn’t had an orgasm myself, but man was that ever fun!

We took our time with dinner as well, sharing a full bottle of wine and just enjoying the food and the dimly lit room. Our conversation was not amazing, as usual. He was telling me about a band he liked, not for the first time. But the ambiance was great, the food was rich and tasty, my body felt relaxed and happy…. It was a nice day. We went to sleep that night without fooling around, which felt so amazingly new it wasn’t even disappointing. Anyway, I woke up in the middle of the night in little spoon position, with Keith’s hard on pressed between my buttcheeks, and I helped him in for our third or fourth fuck (depending how you count them) in that bed in less than 12 hours.

The next day, the only full day of our holiday, we were more like a regular couple than we’d ever been. What I mean is we didn’t just have sex all the time, even though that had been our plan. To be totally honest we were both a bit sore from the first day. So we ended up going for walks between “naps” in the cabin. We even spent some social time in the main lodge and chatted with another couple who we decided was just as suspicious as we must have seemed. He was an anthropology professor in his late fifties, I guessed. She was definitely under 30, probably close to 25. Probably his grad student.

Anyway, to be honest I don’t remember much in particular about the next day and evening. We did spend a lot of time in bed but I think we had kind of exhausted ourselves on the first day and we kept things pretty tame. For us that meant a lot of oral, which is never a bad thing. We watched TV and argued about watching one of those food porn shows. I was all for it, Keith was against. What he wanted to watch with me was actual porn. I said no way. So the day was mellow, nice and uneventful. We got pretty drunk at dinner and not much later fell asleep naked in each other’s arms. I woke up way too early and while Keith was snoring away lightly I watched the sky get lighter and missed Scott and the kids intensely.

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