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 I guess this story is kinda sad in a way.  The theme as well as the
writing. But those of us who have been married for a long time can perhaps
relate to it.  I ran out of Viagra and am sitting here waiting by the
mailbox for my shipment to arrive, feeling kinda blue so this story is
appropriate, to that mood.

   SafeWord

   crits and comments welcome.



  
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   Inspired by: Talking In Your Sleep - Crystal Gayle



   Old Friend - By SafeWord

   At first she wasn't sure what he had said.  After a few drinks, he often
murmured nonsense while sleeping.  But when he murmured again, there could
be no mistake, her husband had clearly spoken another woman's name.



   Tears crept into the corners of her eyes and her impulse was to spring
out of bed and run from the room.

   Her first impulse that is, the second was to hit him.

   Instead, she lay beside him, simmering mad, silently crying, ignoring
the cold tears streaming down her cheeks.  With arm's locked tightly across
her chest, she listened, for that one last slip from his lips, that would
spell their doom as a couple.

   Eventually, again, he did murmur, as he rolled over, flopping a well
muscled arm onto her chest.  While at the same time, a springy male
erection slapped down hard on her thigh.  The arm flop was common but the
other!  Annoyed, she tried to push his heavy arm away but only succeeded in
pushing his huge hand down to her curley softness, where it stayed, quite
content.  His large fingers gently probing into her.

   So angry, she wanted to kill, she groped down to push his fingers away,
out of her.  Instead all she managed to do was unexpectedly capture his hot
hardness in her hand .

   Surprised at that, she stopped, absolutely still.

   In spite of her annoyance, his lovely old fingers, on their own and long
habit.  Stoked away at her perfectly.  Her soft moistness was quickly
turning to wet and his inflamed erection, burned in her little hand,
stunning and exciting her.  She couldn't even remember the last time she
had felt him this rigid.  She gave it a little squeeze and he groaned
softly as he nuzzled his nose into her armpit.  She stared at him in the
darkness trying to tell if he was awake but couldn't and soon, didn't care.

   Anger forgotten she rolled, lifting her leg up, lightly onto him. 
Managing now to move his hand away, she directed her long lost old friend
back home.  Once deeply nestled inside, with eyes tightly closed, she
gently ground out her pleasure in ancient motions, so wonderful, so long
missed.



   In the dark that night, he never woke, never knew.  Never heard, her
toes snapping as she climaxed, nor her breath hissing out in pleasure.  Nor
did he feel the tender kiss she gave him , as finally sated, she rolled off
and away, to dream herself.



   Often, at night now she lies beside him, very still, very silent,
listening.

   Hoping, that tonight, again, perhaps, for her, he will dream.





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