Surviving the Divorce - Chapter 3 "So just what DID Dolores tell you about me?" I asked. Patricia played with the drying curls of my hair as she answered, "She said you were looking for an adventurous woman who was not afraid to try new things, and wouldn't judge you for what you liked. She also told me about the questions she asked you and your answers." "So that's what that was all about!" I said, thinking back, "I thought those questions were a little odd at the time, but we'd discussed stranger things, so I didn't worry myself about it. She must have had you in mind when we had that conversation." "Poor Dolores is really an adventurous soul, herself," Patricia said, "but her Catholic upbringing doesn't let her enjoy it. She and I have had some blissful times together, but the guilt got to be too much for her, so we had to stop having sex. She's still my dearest friend. Do you know that in the ten years I've known her, she's never asked for or accepted any of the things my money could have gotten for her, even though she knew I'd give them freely?" "I didn't know that," I said, "but it doesn't surprise me. Dolores, for all her beauty and brains, is a humble person. She's been my best friend since college, and all we've ever needed of each other is that friendship." "And a little friendly sex now and then!" Patricia said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Is that a problem for you?" I asked, seriously. Patricia thought for a moment, as if examining her feelings on the matter. "No," she said, "not really. I can see myself getting jealous of you with other lovers, but not Dolores. Besides, I don't think I have the right to be possessive of you just yet." "You know," I mused, "maybe it's time we gave each other that right." "Really?" the mask of sophistication slipped for just a moment, and I glimpsed an insecure young lady underneath, "This..." she flipped her limp cock upward with one hand, "...doesn't change your mind about me?" "It changes something about this relationship." I replied, "I think only time will tell just what those changes are, outside the bedroom, but personally, I'd like to stick around and find out. It's not a trivial thing, Patricia, and I won't try to pretend it is, but so far, I don't feel it's diminished my feelings for you, only added another dimension. But what about you? Can you still respect a man who so willingly let's you use him like that?" "I love that you're strong enough in your sense of self that you don't have to protect your ego in bed." Patricia replied, "But before I give you my heart completely, I want to see the other side of you - the one you promised a little while ago." "Fair enough." I replied, "In that case, you'd better get some sleep. Tomorrow night could be another long one!" We kissed and she tucked her shoulder into my armpit, snuggling her head on my chest. I was just starting to drift off when she said softly, "There's something I've never tried that I'd really like to, Gary. Will you indulge me one more time?" "As many more times as you like, Patricia." I replied. She nudged me onto my side facing away from her, and I heard the tube of lubricant 'splurt' again. I wasn't surprised when her well-lubed shaft nosed into my somewhat less resistant anus. Her entry this time held none of the tension or urgency of the first time, and I just relaxed and waited. Once she was fully seated within me, Patricia kissed me on the back of my shoulder, draped one arm around me to hold my semi-hard cock loosely in her grasp, then said softly, "Good night, lover!" "Good night!" I replied into the darkness. I didn't think I'd be able to sleep with that huge presence in my rear, but something about it's warmth and the softness of the body spooned against my back combined with my feelings about her to fill me with contentment. I savored that feeling for the moments I remained awake, then drifted easily off to sleep. Sometime in the middle of the night, I awoke to feel her sliding slowly back and forth within me. I arched my buttocks to give her better access, then simply relaxed, enjoying the leisurely fuck. It lasted only about five minutes, ending with a sigh as Patricia once again coated my intestines with her discharge. Again, she kissed me on the back, and we fell asleep. Sunlight through the window awoke us in the morning. I had a piss hard-on and a half, and from the rigidity of the pole filling my bowels, I guessed that Patricia did too. My suspicions were confirmed when she said, "Damn! I've got to pee!" "So, pee!" I said, pushing backward. "Are you serious?" she cried, "Oooohhh, that's tempting, but I'd have to pull out eventually and that would make a mess on the sheets. I can't do that to inn staff! Guess I'll just have to do it the old-fashioned way." "You don't think we could, you know, get up and walk in tandem to the bathroom?" I asked facetiously. "Not hardly!" she laughed, and slapped me on the shoulder, "It could be an interesting experiment sometime, but not this morning!" We spent the rest of the day actually touring wineries. Thanks to the chauffeur-driven limousine, I didn't have to miss the tasting. We had a quick lunch at Mustards then spent the rest of the afternoon visiting a couple of wineries that Patricia patronized frequently. It was pretty obvious by the level of service we received that they valued her patronage. Most of the wines we tasted suited me well, though one or two Cabernet's had just a bit too much tannin for my taste, and a white, whose name I don't recall, was just too sickly sweet. I didn't learn until later that Patricia had ordered several cases of the ones I liked! "You can't be letting my unsophisticated tastes govern your buying decisions!" I protested, "What I know about wine, you could stamp in large letters on the head of a pin!" "Don't let it worry you, Gary!" she smiled, "I enjoyed those wines, too. Besides, the only thing you really need to know about wine is what you like, and from what I've seen, educated or not, you have a very discerning palate!" "Still," I said, "I like ginger ale, too, but that doesn't mean you should go out order cases of it!" "There's a simple logic to my madness, lover." she said, running her hand through the hair at the back of my head, "I want you around me a lot, and when you're around me, I want you to be happy so you'll keep coming back. By the way, I stocked up on Ginger Ale earlier this week!" "Dolores?" I asked. "Yep!" she laughed, then kissed me. "I'm going to have to have a long talk with that woman!" I said with mock severity when Patricia finally let me come up for air. Patricia smiled and put a long index finger across my lips. "Hush! You'll do no such thing!" Dinner that evening was at Domaine Chandon, in Yountville, and was superb, though mine was hardly tasted. We had been in each other's company non-stop for more than twenty-four hours, and Patricia still captivated me. I realized that at some point, if we stayed together, our relationship would have to slow down some. There was no way it could continue at this pace for long, but I was in no hurry to put the brakes on. Neither, apparently, was Patricia. When we returned to our room that evening, she did something at the shoulder of her gown, and the silky fabric slid to the floor, leaving her in nothing but panties, garter belt and stiletto heels. God, she was ravishing! "It's your turn tonight, big boy!" she said in a low, sultry voice. "Take me and do with me as you will." I walked slowly around her, studying every centimeter of her slender, voluptuous body. Stepping up behind her, I nipped lightly at the curve of her neck as I cupped her full breasts and gently pinched the nipples erect. "Do you need to be taken tonight," I asked in a hoarse whisper, "or are you trying to repay a debt?" "Repaying a debt, yes," she replied softly, "but not reluctantly!" "In that case," I said, "let me hold your marker for one more day. Tonight I want something different. Tonight, I want to make love." From the expression on her face, I felt as though I had passed some kind of test or something! Her eyes melted as she turned within my embrace and her soft, moist lips captured mine in the tenderest kiss I had ever experienced. "You say the loveliest things, you dear man!" she breathed into my ear as she hugged me. "You ARE the loveliest thing!" I replied. "I bet you say that to all the hermaphrodites!" she whispered. I held her by her shoulders and pushed her out to arms length. "I know that's the label that society puts on people like you," I said with an intensity I hadn't expected, "but I hope you won't be insulted when I tell you that, in my mind, you're a beautiful, intelligent, desirable woman who happens to have a wonderful something extra!" She gazed into my eyes and I saw tears welling up in hers. 'Oh crap!' I thought, 'Now you've done it! Your stupid honesty has gone and hurt her!' I was still mentally berating myself when she took my face in her hands gave me a kiss even more tender than the last! "Thank you!" was all she said. I picked her up and put her on the bed then stepped back and removed my clothing. Our eyes were locked the entire time. (Well, okay, I had a little trouble with the knot on one of my shoes and had to look away long enough to untie it, but most of the time our eyes were locked!) Patricia was kind enough not to giggle at my momentary clumsiness, and soon I was crawling onto the bed beside her. I kissed her as I drew her panties down, letting her finish the job rather than breaking the kiss. As soon as the elastic of the panties cleared the end of her penis, it popped into the air to slap against her belly. It must have been painful to keep that confined in those little panties! For now, I ignored her nether regions, kissing my way down her neck to finally feast on those luscious breasts. Patricia moaned softly as I nibbled my way down the soft curve of one of those delightful orbs, occasionally taking a little nip of the succulent flesh. The nipple, centered in its coral pink aureole, stood hard and proud as I sucked it between my teeth. I resisted the temptation to bite down on that rubbery nubbin of flesh, electing instead to swirl it around with my tongue, occasionally clamping it gently between my teeth to hold it motionless for a more concentrated lingual assault. Patricia's fingers kneaded my scalp as her slender hands followed every movement of my head. When I had thoroughly worshipped her left breast, I cupped it in the palm of my hand to keep the moisture from cooling it as it evaporated and kissed my way thruough the valley to her right. Changing tactics somewhat, I swooped swiftly on the hard little nubbin at the center of the soft orb, and covering my teeth with my lips, sucked as much of the breast into my mouth as it would hold. Patricia gasped as half of her tit disappeared into my face and my tongue lashed and probed at the sensitive flesh, lingering on the nipple from time to time. Sharp nails dug into my scalp as I orally assaulted the tender mound, while my right hand caught her other nipple in the V between two fingers and squeezed rhythmically. Low moans emanated continuously from her throat as I lavished oral affection on Patricia's chest. When I felt the urge to move on, I delighted in the trembling anticipation of her softly rounded abdomen, kissing and nibbling my way southward. I paused to pay brief homage to her broad, shallow navel, tugging gently at the bauble piercing its upper rim before continuing my southerly migration. I bypassed the direct route, nudging the rigid bar of her penis aside to kiss my way down the sensitive crease at the top of my lover's thighs. Now my hand left its perch upon her breast and caressed its way to the juncture between those velvety thighs, testing the humidity and finding rain in the forecast. My middle finger slipped easily into the swamp between her labia, probing gently into the tight, slippery confines of Patricia's vaginal opening. Simultaneously, I vacuumed her scrotum into the hot, moist cavern of my mouth, swirling her testes around with my tongue. A soft cry emanated from my lover's throat as I clamped down just enough to remind her of just how much trust she was placing in me, while my middle finger stroked her G-spot. Releasing her balls from their oral bondage, I nibbled my way up the long, softly sheathed hardness of her shaft, trying to imagine how it would feel on my own erection. A second finger slipped inside her as the purple helmet of her cock disappeared between my lips. Another gasp from my lover as I bared my teeth momentarily to clamp down just behind the rim of that plum. Hoping I still had the knack after only one night's training, I plunged my head swiftly toward the root of that formidable weapon. I was gratified to find that it went much more easily this time! Kneeling beside my supine lover, I held her shaft deep within me, and vibrated it with a low growl in my throat. Patricia's hips thrust upward involuntarily as another cry escaped her lips. When I hit bottom, I once again clamped down with my teeth, just hard enough to elicit another hip thrust. For several minutes I face-fucked her cock, then let it slip wetly from my mouth. Spreading those long, slender legs, I continued my oral journey southward, rounding the equator to plunge aggressively into the tropic of anus. I rolled my lover onto her stomach and raised her pelvis high off the bed to give me unrestricted access to her backside. With three fingers now plying her pussy, I drove my tongue deep into the pink, crinkled ring of her rectal opening. Patricia's hips gyrated against my face as the sensual assault battered her mind. I tongue-fucked her cute little ass while digitally ravishing her pussy with one hand and stroking her cock with the other, occasionally detouring to nip at a firm, rounded buttock. My cock was throbbing in anticipation as I knelt up behind this gorgeous creature who lay so open and vulnerable beneath me. I took a fold of the tender flesh at the base of her neck between my teeth as my cock sank slowly, forcefully, into her. She shuddered and cocked her pelvis to welcome me deep inside as I began a long, leisurely fuck. I probed and prodded with my cock in her inner recesses, seeking out untrammeled nooks and crannies within her. I brought all of my imagination to bear, visualizing what I would want a cock to do if I had a pussy and were being screwed senseless. Patricia's hands clawed at the bedclothes and she moaned continuously under my ministrations, shifting and gyrating her hindquarters in counterpoint to my prodding. Finally, I could take no more. I raised my lover to her knees and took charge of her left breast while my right hand stroked her rigid tool in time with my thrusts. Longer, stronger, faster, deeper! It was a litany that circulated through my brain, a silent chant as my cock took on a life of its own, hammering her willing body into submission! Patricia's cries rose in pitch and volume as the speed and power of my thrusts increased. When I withdrew, she stroked her cock into my fist, lubricated with her pre-cum. As I started inward, her pelvis cocked and rotated as it rose to meet me, savoring every inch of my shaft as it powered into her body! With a hoarse cry, I ended, spewing my molten offering deep into my lover's welcoming womb, and as I did, I felt her cock pulse in my grip and give up it's own offering to the barren ground of the bedspread. As our spasms subsided, I slid my palm across the oversensitized head of Patricia's dick, lubricated by her own fluids. As anticipated, it triggered a violent aftershock that had her clamping down on my cock and gasping for mercy. That night, we reversed our positions of the night before as I slept spooned to her back, deeply embedded in Patricia's pussy. And yes, again we enjoyed a sleepy early morning fuck, which, while much less intense than last night, was, nonetheless, very pleasant. As we lay in bed hiding our eyes from the sunlight streaming through the window, Patricia turned her head to look at me and said, "I think I'm ready to start being jealous about you, Gary." I smiled and kissed her, saying, "It's about time you caught up!"