by Cyan
Copyright 2004 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.
We lay side by side. Sometimes we do that beforehand. My hand idly caressed her hip and we both knew it soon would be venturing to more intimate vicinities. Everything was moving along in familiar fashion. Comfortable.
"Put on a condom," Sheila said.
Now that was not the least bit familiar. After ten years of marriage and Sheila's tubes being tied, we had had no occasion to voice any such idea in a long time. I wondered why Sheila would even think I'd have one handy. "Here," she said, and I found a wrapped condom on my stomach.
"Honey, what's..."
"Do it," she said, interrupting.
I thought. "I need to be ready."
A second passed. The her hand slid onto my cock. I was amazed since this wasn't our pattern at all. She rolled onto her side to face me, as if to make her job easier. She easily massaged my cock, and very effectively too, perhaps because it was such a novelty. When it was getting hard, she withdrew her hand.
What was going on here? I was definitely interested at the idea that Sheila was showing an interest in something different. A condom? "Put it on," she said, her voice soft. I didn't hear any seductive smile, simply the request.
Well I certainly was intrigued about where this might be going. I did as she said, and at the same time noticed she had a hand behind her body. And though she watched me, she seemed somehow distracted.
Once it was on, she reached for my cock again, this time with lubricant on her hand which she immediately began applying, all over. "Uh, Sheila..."
"Just a minute," she said, cutting in on me again. It was so unlike her. She spent a little time, adding even more lubricant before she finally stopped. Then rolling onto her back, she slid up next to me, then lifted herself on top of me so her back was on my chest. Then lifting her hips, I felt her hand take my cock and hold it in position. Then I felt her position herself against it, pushing...
I realized what she was doing and was amazed. Sheila? It wasn't working and she shifted position, actually lifting her body away from mine. She said nothing, and I simply lay there while she shifted, positioned, and lowered herself, trying to find the angle. I felt the pressure on the tip of my cock. And then the release, the sliding in.
She lay back down, her back on my chest again, her full weight on me. "Sheila..."
"Just a minute," she said, interrupting me a third time. Her voice was tight as if she'd been holding her breath. We lay for moments, my cock in her as it had never been before. She'd never even showed the slightest interest in such a thing. I wondered why she didn't move. I was completely aroused and knew I could come immediately if I chose. I tried to judge how aroused Sheila was at the moment. I was still in awe that she'd initiated this. I slid my hands onto her hips, caressing, ready to slide them up to her breasts.
"No," she said, and pushed them back off. I was confused. Her voice was still tight. "In a minute," she then said.
I simply lay there. We were motionless. I couldn't help but wonder about Sheila, not merely the act she'd engineered, but the way she lay so still. She always liked my touch. More moments passed and I was ready to say something but recalled how each time she'd cut me off. "OK," she finally said.
Her voice still had that strained quality, almost like she might be very aroused, though why she hadn't welcomed my touch was beyond me. "Go ahead and come," she added.
I slid my hands back on her hips, but she pushed them off. "Come," she said. "Please." As if to help me, she began moving, just barely. But enough to feel really good. I came.
She obviously sensed it. She moved perhaps a touch more, but clearly wasn't touching herself or showing any other clear signs of arousal. When I'd spent, we lay there for a second once again still, then she finally reached for my hands and pulled my arms around her.
She held my hands over her stomach. I didn't know what was coming next. She clearly hadn't come, so I began caressing. "No!" she said, holding my hands tighter, almost pulling my arms tighter around her. "Hold me a minute," she said. My erection was fading fast and I knew I wouldn't be in her much longer. We merely lay like that.
When my erection was gone, finally she moved and twisted, and for a moment lay faced down on me, kissing my cheek, seeming very affectionate. Then she slid off me.
She said nothing more and I could tell she intended to fall asleep. I lay there confused. This was certainly something new for Sheila and me. I wondered if I liked it.
The next night she was naked again. She lay facing me, idly rubbing my stomach with her hand as she sometimes would do when she was interested. I glanced at her to see that seductive smile, much more like the Sheila I knew. "So, what was with last night?" I asked.
Her smile faded. I wondered whether such a question had been such good strategy. She said nothing. "Well?" I added. In for a penny, in for a pound.
"The truth is," she said, then paused for a moment. "It was Judy's suggestion."
"Judy's suggestion?" I said, sounding probably not to intelligent. A number of ideas hit me at once. Sheila and Judy talk about such things? Judy would suggest such a thing? Sheila would follow such a suggestion when Judy made it? "Now how did that come up?"
She laughed a little. "I'm not sure," she said. "We'd been talking about last weekend..."
She stopped. I didn't glance at her but knew she'd caught herself. Healthy or not, it wasn't our habit to refer to a fight we'd had, especially one like we'd had all weekend. And over the stupidest thing. But what did that have to do with Judy's suggestion? "Did you like it?" said Sheila.
She'd resumed that seductive attitude and I sensed she was changing the subject. And I was sort of glad too though I was still curious about some things. "Did you?" I asked, honestly curious. Her reaction had been very strange.
After a moment's silence, I glanced at her, sensing she might not want to say. "It was OK," she said, seeming almost as if she were trying to avoid saying what was really on her mind. "It didn't hurt or anything the way we did it." I was glad of that. But I was still curious and perhaps was quiet to see if she'd say more. "It didn't arouse me or anything. It was just..."
When she didn't answer, I prompted, "Just what?"
A quick smile flashed across her face. "It was a sensation that you can't possibly ignore, even for a second."
That seemed plausible. "So you weren't even a little aroused?" I recalled her voice, the way I hadn't been sure how she'd been taking it.
"Judy was disappointed," she said. I realized she was telling me she'd reported on our experience to Judy! "You want to know what she said?"
Actually I wasn't sure at all that I wanted Judy talking about our sex life. "What?" I asked, anyway.
"She said I should try it wearing handcuffs."
I looked at her sharply. She was grinning, clearly thinking it was funny. "Judy seems to have a kinky streak we weren't aware of," I said. I began to wonder about Judy's sex life. While what I said was true, I suppose it had been clear that Judy was more adventurous than many, including ourselves.
"I suppose so," said Sheila.
I also wondered what the handcuffs were supposed to be for. I supposed the act itself could be construed as submission and the handcuffs would certainly take away any question of that. Judy might be outrageous but you certainly didn't think of her as submissive. I tried to think of something to say. "Well it was certainly a new adventure for us," I finally said, as I put my hand on Sheila's side, hinting at a more familiar pleasure.
She caught up my hand, then took it to her lips, kissing it. It was a move she might do to try to be gentle in disappointing me, but strangely, in the middle of the kiss, she seemed to stop, as if her thoughts had gone elsewhere. For moments, she simply held my hand to her lips.
Finally she gently put it down. "Let's do it again."
"What?"
She turned around, looking somewhere. Then turning back, she held out a condom.
* * *
It had been so much like the previous night, the whole thing. Even her refusal to be touched. She lay on top of me, after asking me to come. I held her. I couldn't imagine what she was thinking. "I wonder where we can find handcuffs," she said.
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