Breaking Up is Hard To Do

Remember when you held me tight And you kissed me all through the night Think of all that we've been through And breaking up is hard to do Neil Sedaka A week ago Jean found out that I was seeing someone else. We sat up all night talking about what had gone wrong, what I saw in my new lover and she demanded to know why we couldn't find a way of making up and going back to where we were. She reminded me of the events in our lives that we had shared. How could I throw all that away? What made it worse was that we were on holiday in the Caribbean. It should have been a dream holiday but I was missing my new girlfriend so much I must have sent out signals that Jean picked up. She guessed that something was up and had asked me 'Is there someone else?' I had to admit there was. Ever since that long night, Jean has continued to talk about how we can save our marriage of 15 years. She is desperate that we should not throw it all away. She says that the fact we have not had sex for six months is all a mistake and she is so sorry that she has been neglecting me. I must admit that I haven't change my view that the marriage is over and I am going to leave tomorrow. I think it is better for both of us. Since we returned from the holiday, I have been sleeping in a spare bedroom, but tonight, the last night, Jean says she wants me to sleep with her - just one more time. We each go to the bathroom and prepare for bed. I wait for Jean who seems to be a long time in the bathroom. When she finally she appears she is naked and I notice that she has trimmed her pubic hair to what is called a Brazilian - all shaved except for a strip of hair in the middle. I am surprised because Jean has never been someone to shave her pubes. She would trim her pubic hair before wearing a bikini, but never had she shaved. Why, I wonder. What has changed? Why shave now? She comes to the bed completely naked. The body I knew so well is in front of me for what could be the last time. I see her breasts hanging down her chest, I see again her large areola that I have loved for so many years, and her long nipples that I have sucked so passionately countless times. It is clear that Jean wants to have sex - the first time in many months. Perhaps all our talk about our sex lives, what has gone wrong, the thought of another woman, are all making her desire to have sex one more time. Perhaps she thinks that a different kind of sex can bring us back together. My cock is already hard as I put my arms around her and she climbs onto the bed, but she says 'No, I want you to watch. Leave the light on'. She pulls my legs apart and sits in front of me so that her back rests against my chest. As I look down, over her shoulder I can see her nipples, pink and strong, pushing out wanting attention. Jeans long wavy red hair is cascading over my face. I push it to one side and I see that Jean is holding one nipple between her finger and thumb and is beginning to roll it back and forward. The nipple responds by becoming bigger and longer. She brings her heels up close to her crotch and allows her legs to flop open. Her right hand goes down to her clit which I can see more clearly because she has shaved. Between the cushion of her outer lips her clit projects, looking bigger and harder than I ever remember seeing it. It looks like an erection, longer than ever, and smooth, wanting to be touched. It seems that I can see it more clearly than I ever have before. The absence of pubic hair is revealing her pussy in all its glory? Was this Jean's plan? Possibly, but there is no doubt that her clit is demanding attention and that Jean is overwhelmed by desire. Jean begins to circle two fingers over the clit, making sure that I can see everything. My cock is hard but I can't reach it to give it a massage. My erect penis presses against Jean's back. I feel kind of helpless, just watching so I reach round to hold one of Jean's soft pendulous breasts, while my other hand strokes her thigh. It's not long before Jean's juices begin to flow. She has always got very wet when we had sex, and tonight is no exception. She is pushing her fingers deep into her pussy to collect the juices and then spreading the wetness over her demanding clit. I see that she is pulling on her nipple while she rubs her clit harder and faster. Then she slows down, circles the clit carefully, dips her finger into her wetness and then starts to press harder and rub faster. She goes through this cycle several times, speeding up and then slowing down, then going harder again. Then I notice that her neck and chest are becoming flushed, with red blotches appearing on her chest, and her breathing is now coming in short gasps. I feel the soft flesh on her inner thighs beginning to twitch involuntarily. She is panting faster, pressing herself harder against me, and I feel the tension rising inside her. Then her face screws up as if in pain and she holds her breath, until her body goes into long spasms, her legs lift and she finally relaxes her grip on her nipples and lets out a long indescribable moan that comes from deep inside her animal being. As she relaxes I take the opportunity to move myself from behind her and I go down to her wet, open vagina that is still pulsating. My lips go onto her clit. My tongue goes into her open cunt. I lick her strongly and rhythmically in a way I have learned to please her and soon she is having a second orgasm. Now my aching cock is demanding attention and Jean grasps it her hand, while pushing her breasts into my face. I take one of her big nipples into my mouth and suck hard as she jerks me off. It seems like we are kind of wrestling with my fingers pushing into her open cunt. There's love, desperation and aggression all wrapped up together. We are close and yet still apart. I want to put myself inside her, but she keeps pumping my cock until, despite myself, my cum spurts out over her stomach. We fall back exhausted and spent. We are silent. There is nothing to say. We both know that I am leaving tomorrow. I sometimes recall this scene when I am masturbating, and it still turns me on to remember that night when Jean showed me - for the first and last time - how she masturbates. I remember those long breasts and those gorgeous nipples. I am now much more happily married to Zoe. With Zoe, masturbation is part of our normal sex lives which I have written about in 'The best way to start the day together' published by Solo Touch on 28 Oct 2013.