I was married to the bitch queen from hell. When I had a vasectomy, (at her insistance) four years ago, we went together for the appointment and op. On the way back in the car, she handed me a letter. It contained a divorce petition. She had sat there, assured the surgeon that the relationship was solid, and then, in the car, announced she had been seeing another woman for about a year and wanted to move in with her.
This left me with many problems, but the most bitter was that I couldn't get myself off. Every time I tried, it just made me understand my loneliness all the more. I felt I could not start another relationship because, well, when do you drop the vasectomy bombshell? Too soon, and they walk. Too late and you've led them on.
So, after many failed attempts at a self induced orgasm, I kinda gave up. The wet dreams came, and they were horrid. Violent, painful, even.
One day, I was sitting with a much younger female friend from church, and I suddenly blurted it all out. How I had been deceived, how I had found myself unable to take care of business, etc.
Sara listened for a few moments, (we were in her flat) and then just stood up. She reached under her skirt and took her panties off and handed them to me. Then she went and sat in the chair opposite. Her panties were still warm of course, and had that little hint of dampness right where it matters. Then, this very 'proper', girl, spread her legs, letting me see her totally shaved pussy, and from that innocent little mouth, well, such filth!
I didn't take long and said 'Oh, Sara, I'm gonna cum' and looked around for something to catch my load in. Sara said 'In my panties, RIGHT in the fucking crotch'. BLAM!!!!! I was there, unloading a goodly-sized load into the crotch of her panties.
Sara walked across the room, took them off me, and put them back on! Then she said 'Off you go then. I need to do something with these now.'
Sara has 'helped me out' six times to date and yesterday, I got to return the favour for her.
Is this developing? Holy crap, I hope so!