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Everyone needs a bit of fun


Around six years ago, some time after my wife of 36 years had passed away I had a nice female friend, Adele, and at the time I am writing about she and I were just getting used to each other having by then slept together a few times without much result.

One Saturday we had collected clams at low tide and while these were steaming on the stove at home I was caressing her and getting good responses that encouraged me to slip a hand in Adele's pants to which she had no objection. I was pressing and tickling what I was able to reach while we were standing up and things seemed to be progressing just fine. What I did not know was that she had absolutely no idea of what the possibilities were.

By the time things had got to the point where we were both pretty aroused but Adele suddenly blurted out 'Stop, stop, what's going on?' I immediately removed my hand and tried to cope with this new surprise. 'Err, you don't know?' I asked. 'No!' she said. I was gasping; here was a woman 51 years old with two past marriages and a child and she had never in her life come even close to experiencing an orgasm by any means, certainly not by masturbation.

I explained as best I could there was nothing to worry about and that she should just let go and allow things to happen naturally; when she wanted me to stop, at any time, I would. Just minutes later everything worked just fine with us and she had her first shuddering orgasm by clitoris stimulation accompanied by a few embarrassed tears and grins. It turned out much later that Adele had a female cougar friend who collected young lovers and who had tried to explain the joys of passion to her in the past without much success until this day when all or some of the benefits were suddenly revealed.

Adele's mother, it was explained to me later, had told her nothing about lovemaking at all, except that she must NEVER either refuse her husband or move her pelvis or indicate any sort of enjoyment during sex; no moaning or squirming in case she gets mistaken for a harlot. To my mind that was and is such a misguided view but I suspect it originated from some sort of narrowminded religious attitude arising from some distorted biblical interpretation.

Adele became a dream lover and she could and did have between twenty and forty orgasms over a two day, two night weekend although my own performance didn't anywhere near compare with hers; I might have achieved three or four in the same time. She developed a pleasing confidence, letting me know what she liked and developing skill with handjobs. At that I guessed her mother must have been spinning in her grave.

Adele and I didn't last together for too long for various other reasons, perhaps caused by cultural and or religious leftovers from her upbringing, maybe six months and we then went our separate ways but when I saw her after wards she remarked 'I miss sex with you terribly.' I was amused and pleased by this unsolicited testimonial although all I had done was to show Adele that God was apparently absolutely happy for her to have a bit of fun.



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