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Without further ado, she wormed her way into the bed next to me and slid her hand under the waistband of her pyjamas.
I hardly knew what to do, or say. "Need any help with that?" I asked, feeling foolish.
"No, I can manage very well on my own, thank you. But you can watch, if you like." She moved the bedclothes aside.
I did like. And my erection liked. What was I to do with it? I felt embarrassed and uncertain. This was unknown territory.
"I'd forgotten just how good this feels," she exclaimed, as her ministrations began to take effect.
To watch her at play was an education. Her finger-tips were tender; they were urgent. She waved a palm over her pussy, hardly brushing the hairs as they rose to meet her touch; under my gaze, she eased her glistening lips apart. Going in, she settled into a steady, sensuous rhythm. She was a picture of womanhood unashamed.
I might as well not have been there, for all the notice she took of me. She was descending deeper and deeper into her own private paradise. Was this the woman I had married, who only a few minutes before had been teasing me about bra-swapping? It was as if I was looking at her for the first time. Suppose this was to be the last time? What had I lost? Phyllis, Myrtle, Ingrid, Penny, the women of my fantasies, all faded from my consciousness.
Just when she got close to climax, Shirley looked up. "That was money well spent," she said, drawing me down into her embrace. Her cunt, as I entered it, was the sweetest and warmest I had ever known.
- COMMENTS
Robert_Lovelaceover 2 years agoAuthorI'm grateful for these generous and helpful comments. I've taken them to heart in my next story, which is almost ready to go, and when I get the chance I'll rewrite the end of this one. I like that definition of romance, by the way, except that I would add that romance seems to me an awareness of possibilities, seeing what is not yet visible.
Davester37over 2 years agoWhat a curious story! I’m left shaking my head and wondering what just happened. Still, it was a pleasant journey, and I enjoyed reading it.
Thank you for writing, and thank you for sharing your work. I will be looking for your earlier stories.
Thorlolover 2 years agoHey Robert_Lovelace, thanks for your response! Now that you pointed it out, I can actually see that the Physio's reward was actually intimacy with the wife, like your title suggested. But thats not romance in my opinion, romance is whats left after desire or in between. Other people may have other ideas what romance is. It really does felt like the twist at the end was an afterthought and not what was sought after. Too be honest, you could continue this story line and expand the history between husband and wife. What was the reason for their sexless marriage? Do they actually like each other physicially? And so on...
Robert_Lovelaceover 2 years agoAuthorThank you for these useful and valid comments. As you both imply, there is more to romance than sexual attraction or unexpected action! I need to make much more of the rekindling of romance between husband and wife, which is the reward referred to in the title, since you don't find it convincing. It was meant to be a happy and joyous twist in the ending but perhaps it comes across as an afterthought. Any other thoughts from anyone out there would be much appreciated.
muskyboyover 2 years agoWhat romance? His wife is really a lesbian? Leslie never even got laid, by anyone! LW story for sure, but more like 1/2 of a story. If you want to make this a romance you need to wrap it up as one and finish this story. Well written but very confusing story. Totally unsure where you are trying to go with this one....
