Posted May 17, 2011
I don't know why asking Sheri to write about our sex life makes her put her fingers in her ears and go "Lalalalalalala!" She much would rather I write about it. "That's your department."
This past weekend my mother and I went to upstate NY for her aunt's, my great aunt's, memorial service. She was my grandmother's sister and passed away Christmas Eve. My grandmother passed 6 years ago this February and my aunt was like the last living connection to her. I knew my mother, who is still deeply sad from losing her mother, needed someone by her side and my father is too sick to travel and my siblings were with our extended family the same weekend for a baptism.
I was the youngest person there by some 30 years. Even still, I got along very well with my distant cousins whom haven't seen me since I was a little girl.
"The last time I saw you you were dancing and singing 'Tomorrow'!"
Yes, I was quite the tenacious lass.
The first night we were there I was sitting with my mother and our cousins drinking and catching up. Somehow, the topic of sex came up. Here were my older cousins, in their 50's and 60's, talking freely about positions, locations, "Oh, my seven-foot dining room table works great!"
Ladies, there is not enough alcohol in the world to drown these words out of my head.
I stole away into the bathroom and quickly called Sheri. "They're talking about sex!" I hissed into the phone.
"Sooo?" she chuckled. "Tell them about your stories."
"NOOOOOOO!" I shrieked. "Oh my god Eww!"
"Commme oonnn. You may help them save their marriages."
"I don't think they have trouble with that."
I think it's highly inappropriate to discuss my sex life with my mother or any other family members. Now, complete and utter strangers I have no problem with.
Sex has been plentiful as of late. Last Saturday while up at Sheri's her girls were downstairs and we started making out in her room. Quickly, our hands were down each others pants, rapidly moving in and out while one ear was open for little footsteps running down the hall. As luck would have it, both of us were about to finish when we heard her youngest one bounding up the stairs. With lightening reflexes we pulled apart and fixed ourselves just as she reached the bedroom. With flushed cheeks she looked up at me and mouthed "later". I nodded understandably and waited impatiently for the clock to click by.
After her youngest went to bed and we shoo'd her oldest out of the room we resumed what we started earlier. A minute or two later our legs were buckling as she started to climax. I clamped my mouth over hers to try to silent her moans of pleasure so they didn't waft down the hall.
We stood back, sweaty, pulse rushing, with satisfied smiles on our faces. "I'm going to write about this" I whispered.
Thursday before I left Sheri said "I'm coming down and giving you a farewell present."
The entire week we talked dirty to one another. Once Thursday rolled around I came home from work to find her at my apartment, waiting for me. She had made dinner and ate it quickly while I took a shower and cleaned up. Once I got out I didn't even bother putting clothes on. We proceeded to have two hours of hot, sweaty, loud, amazing sex. Sometimes though, I feel like a long term hooker. After we were done she hopped out of bed and was throwing her clothes on. "Fuck me and leave me, eh? The money's on the dresser?" I joked
Even though this was a solumn weekend Sheri and I were still texting dirty. When I was out to dinner Saturday night I texted her how amazingly delicious it was, that I've never had anything so good. "So, it tastes like you then," she responded.
Thankfully the lights were low and I was warm so my cousins couldn't see me blush.
I had taken off of work today to recover from this emotional weekend. Sheri came down early after she took her children to school and I had already made it known that I planned on having sex today, and a lot of it. "I'm not in the mood-didn't even think about it," she said.
"That's too bad because I want it."
"Well, then you'll have to get me in the mood," she challenged.
"Challenge accepted!" I texted back.
I heard her open up the front door and I stood at the top of the stairs clad only in a black see-thru negligée and a wrap. I pulled her through the door and my fingers started fumbling with her shirt. She pushed my hands down and said "You didn't think it'd be that easy, did you?" and brushed past me.
I made her breakfast, still wearing practically nothing. She came up behind me and started kissing my neck and running her hand up my legs while I mixed waffle mix. I turned and we kissed deeply before she smirked and walked away from me leaving me hot and bothered.
I finished making breakfast and climbed on top of her on the couch. She started laughing and still pushing me off "No, just sit with me" she protested. I slumped beside her and crossed my arms, defeated.
We did some running around and came back and ate some lunch. "Do you want to Wii?" I suggested.
"Sure."
In the midst of playing basketball Sheri's hands started roaming on me, she lifted the back of my shirt and started kissing the small of my back. Her hands wrapped around me and started to touch me over my pants and I closed my eyes and put my head back.
When it was her time to shoot I ran into my room and stripped down to my bra and underwear. Enough of this fooling around, I was getting laid. When her turn was over I took the remote and turned off the tv.\ "But...but I thought we were going to play Wii!"
I took her by the hand, saying nothing, and lead her into the bedroom.
I will end with this. God bless that woman and her tongue.
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