“Susan’s first sexual encounter after 17 years of marriage opens the flood gates and begins a process of physical and spiritual healing for her.”

It had been probably four or five years since they made love. They had sex once during that time, and it was pleasant enough, but since things started going downhill in the marriage, Susan had lost interest in being anywhere near Scott. He’d put on weight and cared less and less about his appearance, probably in response to Susan’s lack of attention to him.

Susan put more energy into volunteering and her children’s activities, just to get away from him. Her interest in sex waned, and she very rarely even felt the need to masturbate. At times she felt sad to think that there were so many people in the world enjoying sex and she was not, but it didn’t really matter that much to her. Susan figured it was due to the process of aging, and she was “past her prime” at the ripe old age of 46.

After months of therapy and extensive soul-searching, Susan decided that she needed to divorce Scott, and he angrily moved out. Peace was restored to her household, and with the source of constant tension gone, Susan gradually began to feel normal again. She had always stayed physically fit, and she was delighted to discover that she was still attractive to men. She discovered Literotica.com and enjoyed reading the hot stories after the kids were in bed. Thanks to all the creative and wonderful authors out there, Susan began to feel sexual again, and she looked forward to dating and to the possibility of enjoying sex once again.

When John called and asked if he could visit during a weekend that the kids were with their dad, Susan said “Of course!” John and Susan had been lovers almost 25 years ago. They’d met at work in the 3rd floor coffee room. His office was right across the hallway, and he had flirted unabashedly with her when she went in to get coffee. Eventually they began to have lunch together, enjoying an easy camaraderie mixed in with a fair amount of flirtation. It was during one of those business lunches that John whispered in her ear, “I want to make love with you.” His direct approach both startled her and thrilled her in a way she hadn’t experienced before.

Theirs was a “no-strings attached” arrangement, and it suited them well. He was 11 years older than her, divorced with 3 kids, and Susan was fresh out of college. Susan knew she wanted kids eventually, and though John loved her, he did not want more children. He could never stand in Susan’s way, though. Because of those differences, they never made any commitments to each other, but they enjoyed their time together tremendously. They shared a sense of adventure and a love of the outdoors, and they spent many afternoons walking in the woods, exploring graveyards, swimming in the lakes nearby and climbing trees. Away from the stuffy corporate environment of their workplace, they could be themselves, and when she was with John, Susan felt playful and free. Sex was passionate between them, they were both uninhibited and adventuresome, and their friendship endured their marriages, the distance and the years.

Susan was nervous about what might happen between them during John’s visit, but she was so excited to be seeing John again after all this time that she didn’t allow herself to dwell on that. Both she and John had remained faithful to their spouses, and John was still married, so Susan didn’t expect or plan anything in the way of romance with John. She just wanted to enjoy his company and spend time catching up with him. He was bringing his kayak, and they’d planned an adventure together, exploring the river behind Susan’s house.

That Friday night finally arrived. The kids were already at their dad’s when Susan heard John pull up into her driveway. She ran to the window and watched him as he got out of the car. He looked very much the same as she remembered, but his hair was a lot longer and a little gray, and he had it gathered back in a ponytail. He had a long, gray beard, and he grinned widely as he spotted her walking out the door towards him.

“Hey, Morgie!” Morgan was Susan’s maiden name, and John had always playfully called her that.

“Pinelli!” She cried, as she ran over and threw her arms around him. She noticed right away that he felt much different than Scott. Her arms fit all the way around him nicely, and she could look him in the eye without craning her head way back. Smaller in stature than Scott, and much more compact, John’s body matched hers quite well.

“Holy shit, you haven’t changed a bit,” said John as he pulled away and held her at arm’s length to look her over. “Still the same old Morgie,” he said with a smile. Then, unexpectedly, he kissed her, full on the mouth! Susan was a little taken aback at this forward gesture, as she hadn’t kissed anyone except Scott like that for over 17 years! Old habits are hard to break, and even though she and Scott were separated, this first kiss with someone else since she and Scott met wasn’t quite what she had expected. Her brain told her it was not right, and she tried to override that thought as she kissed him back.

She knew it was weird, but she felt uncomfortable kissing him, and she pulled back. John would push it as far as she would allow it to go, but no further. They both knew that those were the rules, so he stopped, no questions asked.

“Sorry, Morgie, I know you’ve got a lot on your plate right now.” He apologized.

“Don’t worry about it.” She replied awkwardly. She felt a little like she’d let him down, but he respected her feelings. That’s one thing that was always uniquely different with John. He was only thinking about her, and not about himself.

“Show me around the place.” He said, as he turned and pushed his car door closed. “By the way, is there a place we can smoke this?” He reached into his pocket and produced a small pipe. Susan laughed. It had also been a long time since she’d gotten high. It was something she had enjoyed years ago, but once the kids arrived on the scene, the crowd of people she hung out with changed. She wasn’t surprised that John was still into it, and marveled at the fact that almost 25 years had passed since she’d last seen him and he still loved the bud.

“Come on in the back, I’ll show you the pool area. It’s private, and we can catch a buzz right here.” Susan said, as she turned toward the gate. John followed her into the fenced-in area around the pool, and Susan closed the gate behind them.

“Wow, this is nice.” John commented, as he looked around and took in Susan’s back yard with the in-ground pool. “Mind if I take a dip?” John asked, as he proceeded to peel off his tank top and throw it on the chair near the pool steps. “I’m hot and sweaty from the road.”

“No problem, but I don’t think I’ll join you this time.” Susan replied, as she took a seat in one of the deck chairs. Next came John’s flip-flops, then without missing a beat, off came his shorts. Susan’s eyes widened in surprise as she realized he wasn’t wearing underwear! She watched him toss his shorts onto the chair, turn, and then shallow-dive into her pool. That was John, alright. Not a shy bone in his body for sure, she thought. She shook her head and tried to compose her thoughts and her expression.

She tried not to stare, but she noticed that John had kept himself in pretty good shape too. He was always a small guy, and his age was showing a bit, but she was pleased that there wasn’t any excess fat on him. Heck, she was 25 years older now too, and not only that, she’d given birth to two kids, so she was sagging in a few places herself.

John surfaced, shook the water out of his hair and beard, and with a big grin, exclaimed “Wow! That feels great.” He laughed out loud as he walked toward her saying, “You don’t know what you’re missing, Morgie! Come on in!”

“I’m going to skip it this time.” Susan said, though his laugh was infectious. She felt a little uncomfortable with John’s nudity, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to take her clothes off yet, but she didn’t want to embarrass John by swimming with her bathing suit on while he was naked, so she decided to sit it out and avoid the issue entirely. This was nothing different than she and John had done in the past, and she felt a little bit disappointed in herself that John was still as uninhibited as he ever was but she seemed to have gotten more than a little bit uptight. She guessed it had to do with being a mom, and tried to dismiss it.

“I’m not making you feel uncomfortable, am I?” John asked, as he ascended the steps out of the pool. Water streamed off his cock, the first live cock besides Scott’s that she’d seen in 17 years, and Susan tried not to stare. John was obviously very comfortable in his skin, and he just looked at Susan with an amused expression as he reached for a towel and wrapped it around his shoulders.

“No, it’s just that I…well, maybe a little bit,” She mumbled in reply, giggling nervously. He simply smiled as he took his time slowly drying off.

“Ah. That felt fantastic!” John stepped into his shorts, threw the towel over the rack, and sat down in the chair next to her, reaching into his pocket for the pipe.

“Maybe this will help you relax a little.” He offered, as he placed the pipe and a lighter on the table in front of her. Susan couldn’t help but grin as she put the pipe to her lips, lit it, and drew in a breath of smoke. How long had it been, she wondered? Even after so many years, the whole ritual still felt familiar and comfortable to her. The smoke burned her throat, and she coughed most of it out, but right away she felt a tightening behind her eyes. Different yet somehow very familiar, Susan let out another awkward cough as she followed the ritual and passed the pipe to John. After two more hits, Susan felt pleasantly buzzed. Scott would angrily disapprove if he knew what I was doing, she thought. Too bad, she argued back to her nagging conscience. I’m in charge of my life now!

The time passed quickly and easily as they talked and laughed together, reminiscing over the adventures they’d had and catching up on more recent events in their lives. They were able to slide right back into the amicable friendship that they’d always enjoyed. It was as if they had only been apart a few days rather than 25 years. They soon grew tired and Susan knew she’d have to make a decision soon.

“Where am I sleeping tonight, Morgie?” John asked, stifling a yawn. “You know I’ll do whatever you want to do. I’m just happy to be here with you.” He looked at her earnestly as he spoke, and Susan knew it would be her choice completely.

She thought for a moment, still uncertain of her feelings. It had never been this difficult for Susan to sort out her feelings, but she had been through a lot recently. Even though she knew that divorcing Scott was the right thing for her and her family, the emotional wound was still raw. It must be the pot, she thought, but her mind still reeled with conflicting emotions. She thought she probably needed to be alone tonight to give herself a chance to process everything that she was feeling.

“John, I feel overwhelmed right now. I’m very sorry, but I think I’ll make up the sofa bed and you can sleep out here tonight.”

If John was disappointed by her reply, he certainly didn’t show it. “That’s cool,” he said. “Let me give you a hand.”

Susan got the sheets and blankets out and together they made up the sofa bed. Susan showed John where the bath towels were and brought him a flashlight. “It is wonderful to see you again!” John said, as he embraced her. Susan noticed he didn’t try to kiss her this time, and she was grateful for his sensitivity.

“It’s great to see you too, John. I’m so glad we never lost touch with each other.”

“Me too.” John replied. He put his finger gently under her chin, looked directly into her eyes and said, “Now, you sleep well, my little Morgie.”

“You too, Pinelli. G’night.” As she walked down the hallway to her bedroom, Susan resisted the urge to tell him what she told her kids every night – sleep tight and don’t let the bedbugs bite – and giggled softly to herself as she prepared for bed. Once a mother, always a mother, she thought, as she quickly fell asleep.

Susan awakened and glanced at the bedside clock. 1:43 a.m. She no longer felt the effects of the pot they’d smoked earlier that evening, and she didn’t really feel all that sleepy either. What she felt, much to her surprise was horny. She was acutely aware that John was sleeping in her living room, and she knew he would be a willing partner, but those old habits were deeply engrained in her brain, and so her internal struggle began. Restlessly she tossed and turned. She let her fingers wander down to the crotch of her panties and graze her clit through the silky fabric. The sensation was electric, and she drew in a sharp breath. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this aroused. She pressed her fingers tight against her pussy and it felt too good to ignore. Her need was so great, and she thought about masturbating, but the prospect of a hard cock after such a long time held a much stronger appeal. She just wasn’t convinced enough to do something about it yet.

She rose from the bed and began pacing the floor. Back and forth she walked in her darkened room, as her mind wrestled with her dilemma. She was so horny and John was a known quantity, and he was in the very next room! She knew he could and would satisfy her, but she still felt very much in the “married” mode. She was angry with herself now. She deserved to be happy, didn’t she? She’d certainly paid the price. She was physically and emotionally separated from Scott, and wanted nothing to do with him, so it wasn’t like she’d be cheating on him, she reasoned. Still, she could not bring herself to walk out there.

Just then she heard the bathroom door close. John was up using the bathroom! Suddenly her decision was simplified. Now is your chance, she thought to herself. Nervously, she waited until she heard him flush, and heard the bathroom door open again. Gathering up her courage, she took a deep breath and reached out for the doorknob. She felt her hand shake slightly as she opened her bedroom door. She was vaguely aware of holding her breath as she deliberately walked down the hallway towards the living room. In the dim light given off from the television cable box, she could see that John had already settled into the sofa bed and was adjusting the covers over himself when she arrived at the edge of the bed. She tentatively reached out and gently touched his shoulder. His eyes opened and focused on her with a questioning look.

“John, I…” She stammered, her heart beating furiously in her chest. “I…I want you…in my bed,” she breathed. She was grateful for the dim lighting, as she felt herself blush furiously, the heat rising to her ears. John sat up, still gazing at her with the same questioning look, and the covers fell away from him. She realized he was sleeping naked and she smiled, relaxing slightly. He looked so warm and cozy and inviting. She took his hand and held it as he stood up, then she led him down the hallway and into her bedroom.

Standing at the foot of her bed, she sighed loudly as John turned towards her, put his arms around her waist, and drew her close to him. She could feel his cock against her thigh. His expression was one of concern as he put his hands on either side of her face and asked her tenderly, “Susan, are you sure you want this?”

Susan suddenly realized that she felt very calm now, and she answered him with one word. “Yes.”

The next thing Susan knew, they were kissing passionately, but she couldn’t remember who started it. It felt right this time, and she wanted more. She reached down with one hand and wrapped it around John’s cock, the first cock besides Scott’s that she had touched in 17 years, and it felt hard and smooth and so good. John responded by sighing loudly, and Susan skimmed her fingers lightly up and down on John’s cock, enjoying the silky smooth feeling of his hardness beneath her fingers. Susan felt on fire as her desire clicked in. She began to quicken her pace on John’s cock, moaning as she stroked him, feeling him responding to her hand motions as his hands found her nipples.

After a few moments John put both hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her away. Susan looked at him pleadingly, and he whispered “Wait.” He guided her over to the bed and removed the t-shirt she was using as pajamas, then reached down and tenderly pulled her panties off. His cock was sticking straight out from his loins and she felt soaked just looking at it. Susan knew without a doubt that she wanted him, and it felt so right and so normal. She had missed this. She just hadn’t realized how much until now.

“Lie down,” John breathed, and Susan leaned back and propped herself up against the pillows, watching him. John positioned himself between Susan’s legs, running his hands up and down the inside of her thighs. Susan wanted desperately to be touched, and she trembled in anticipation. He looked into her eyes and smiled as he put his hand over her pussy. His fingers deftly parted her lips exposing her swollen clit, and he leaned down and sucked it right into his mouth, swirling it back and forth with his tongue and lips. The pleasure was so sudden and so intense that Susan almost screamed. John seemed to know that Susan didn’t need a lot of foreplay right now, because immediately Susan felt John insert a finger, then another.

“Oh, my God!” Susan exclaimed, as she bucked against John’s fingers and pushed her clit harder into his tongue. John responded by applying a little more tongue pressure and increasing the speed of his fingers plunging in and out of her velvet wetness, and Susan could barely catch her breath. At that moment, she completely surrendered herself to John, both physically and emotionally. She gave him her trust and opened her wounded soul to him and he lovingly and tenderly kissed her and played her like a fine instrument.

He made love to her until the pleasure became too much for her to bear. Susan cried out John’s name as she tumbled over the edge and into her orgasm with an intensity that she could not believe and could not remember ever feeling before. Her entire body seemed to explode with sexual release. Before she could even catch her breath, John rose from between her legs, knelt before her, and plunged his cock deep into her still contracting pussy. Every nerve ending seemed to ignite inside of her and Susan actually saw stars as the waves of her orgasm continued to wash over her body with each thrust of John’s cock.

John continued to move inside of her, gradually slowing, all the while massaging and relaxing the muscles of her pussy from the inside, and Susan selfishly relished the sensations. John allowed her to experience her complete pleasure in its purest and simplest form, and Susan absolutely wallowed in it. Healing release seemed to flow through Susan’s body with her orgasm, and she knew then just exactly how much she’d missed this sexual connection with the right person, and a slight sickness of regret washed over her when she thought of the wasted years. She knew then with absolute certainty that Scott was not the right person and had not been for a long time. For this moment at least, John was, and he seemed to know exactly what she needed, because he stayed very still inside of her and held her gently against his warm body, caressing her hair while the involuntary tremors in her body slowly stilled.

Susan’s satiation was so complete and so total that she felt paralyzed. Awareness returned to her brain gradually, and she began to move her focus away from herself and out towards John. She could not remember if he’d cum, so she asked him.

“No, I didn’t.” John said, but the expression on his face showed only his concern for her.

“What can I do for you?” Susan asked, reaching out to gently stroke his cock, which was now soft but still sticky with her juices. She wanted to return at least some of the pleasure she’d just received from John.

“I’m fine, Morgie,” John said reassuringly. “For me it’s not about the destination. It’s about the journey, and I loved every minute of that journey!”

Susan felt a little guilty for her selfish indulgence, but she was overwhelmingly grateful to John for the experience he’d just given her. Somewhere in the back of her mind Susan understood that John had given her a precious gift. He was reassuring her that it was ok to receive it without feeling the need to give something back. Susan had been so used to giving and never getting anything back that she didn’t quite know what to feel. At this moment however, those particular points as well as everything else became irrelevant as she succumbed to the warmth of John’s body against hers, and the powerful pull of sleep.

The next morning she awoke feeling peaceful and rested. She stretched slowly and languidly and she was aware of a feeling of contentment that she knew had been missing from her life for way too long. She opened her eyes and discovered that John had been watching her with a gentle smile on his lips.

“Good morning,” Susan said, and smiled back at him, reaching out to stroke his beard. She marveled at how aroused she already felt despite last night’s amazingly satisfying experience.

He took her hand in his, looked into her eyes and said, “Last night was incredibly beautiful, Susan. When you came to my bed, you reminded me of a little girl and it was such a turn-on.”

Susan blushed hotly as the memory of her uncharacteristic behavior and complete sexual abandon of the previous evening flooded back. “It was absolutely incredible, John. It was like a rebirth for me.”

“I’m glad I could give that to you, but it can’t happen again.” John cautioned. “It will always be a wonderful memory of an incredibly special time that you and I shared, but Caroline can never find out.”

John’s comment hit her like a punch in the stomach. “She won’t, John. You don’t regret it, do you?” She asked, filled with dread that she’d hurt their friendship.

Tenderly he took her hands in his and looked directly into her eyes. “I definitely do not regret it, Susan. You are an incredible woman and you know I have always loved you, but to be with you like that is just too powerful of an experience for me. I’m afraid of what it could do to Caroline and me.”

Susan sighed, relieved that they were still on good terms, but slightly disappointed that there wouldn’t be a repeat of last night’s performance. They held each other tenderly, touching each other, hugging and kissing as lovers do. For the first time in years, Susan felt loved and protected by John’s physical presence and she thought how appropriate it felt that John would be the one to break the long dry spell imposed by her marriage. It felt right for now, and they left it at that.

After breakfast, John said “Are you ready for an adventure?” Susan definitely was, so they packed a light lunch and some water and took John’s kayak down from his car. The day was hot and sparkling, a perfect summer day, and they were excited by the prospect of the adventure ahead of them. They hauled the kayak down to the water, loaded up the cooler, attached the kayak skirts, and headed out onto the river. They found a quiet estuary around the bend a short way up the river that Susan never knew was there. It was a shame, she thought, that she’d lived on that river for 17 years but had never been out to explore it’s wonders. She and Scott had been too busy raising their kids at the beginning of their marriage, and then they’d eventually drifted apart, never experiencing what the river had to offer them. Susan vowed to herself that she would buy a canoe so that her kids could enjoy the river with her.

John said, “Let’s follow this estuary until we can’t go any further.” That sounded just perfect to Susan, and there were plenty of trees along the banks to offer them shade from the hot sun. They’d rest when they got tired, drink some water, and smoke a little weed, and Susan felt alive and carefree and happier than she’d been in a long, long time. It was one more adventure that she and John would share, and they laughed and talked and observed the varied wildlife along the way. They saw snowy egrets, turtles and hundreds of fiddler crabs scurrying into their muddy tunnels along the river banks. Susan was in awe of the rich life along the river that ran behind her house. She’d never been aware of it.

John was an experienced kayaker, and even had a battery-powered motor attached to a wooden mount at the back of his kayak. That came in handy, as Susan’s shoulders tired quickly from the unfamiliar paddling motions. The motor was extremely quiet, and as they rounded a bend, a Great Blue Heron noticed them and stopped fishing to watch their approach. The huge bird flew off as they got closer, its massive wings beating slowly and awkwardly as it struggled to take flight, and Susan giggled as she wondered aloud how the gawky creature ever got airborne.

“He looks like a Pterodactyl!” John exclaimed, and that made them laugh even harder. Just about that time, Susan noticed some splashing along the muddy banks up ahead. She pointed it out to John, and for a moment they thought it was a huge fish that had jumped, until suddenly Susan realized what had caused the splashing.

“Holy shit, Pinelli! Otters! I never knew there were otters out here!” Susan was so excited to see the otters she didn’t realize how loud she was.

“Shh…just watch.” John turned the motor off and they continued to drift toward the otters. They must have seen the kayak, because the splashing suddenly stopped and Susan couldn’t tell where they had gone. John scanned the estuary ahead of them, looking for some trace of them, when they saw one of the otters pop out of the water, almost to its belly, bobbing back down so only its head was above water. Its ears were perked straight up and its nostrils were flared wide open and Susan thought she heard it hiss. It looked comical, and Susan suppressed a giggle.

“Where’s the other one?” Susan asked.

“Maybe it was a female and she’s protecting their babies. That is probably the male, and he’s luring us away from the nest.” John surmised.

“That is so cool! I never knew there were otters out here.” Susan said, still amazed at the discovery so close to her own back yard.

John reached back and started the electric motor again, and the kayak slowly moved forward. The otter quickly disappeared under the surface of the river as they moved upstream towards it. After a few moments, it popped up again, further upstream but closer to the opposite bank. Nostrils flared, it again hissed loudly at them. This sent both John and Susan into gales of delighted laughter.

They continued their pursuit for several more minutes, the otter disappearing below the surface and reappearing further up the estuary each time, John and Susan chasing slowly after it, scanning the river for its reappearance. Susan finally had the presence of mind to grab her digital camera from the dry box and snap a few shots before the otter eventually vanished from their sight.

“Wow. This is so incredible, John. All the amazing things we’ve seen today…and sharing it with you…and you appreciate it as much as I do…I’m just totally blown away!”

“Me too, Morgie. I don’t know anybody else who would even consider coming with me and exploring like this. They all think I’m crazy, so I usually just go by myself. That’s why I have the motor.”

Susan smiled at him, and looked above her at a billowing brilliant white cloud. She felt tranquil and completely at peace, and she knew she would be just fine. Her future was still uncertain, but she knew she could face it now as a whole person, thanks to John.

The estuary had gotten very narrow, and it was becoming difficult to maneuver the kayak around the bends. “It looks like we’ve gone about as far as we can go with this big boat. Let’s turn it around and have lunch.” John suggested.

They k-turned the kayak through the swamp grasses so that it was pointing back the way they came, and opened up the cooler. Neither of them spoke as they relished the ice cold water and sandwiches they’d packed. They drifted slowly with the tide, back towards the mouth of the estuary.

“The breeze is picking up. Can you feel it?” John asked, wiping his mouth and tossing his napkin back into the cooler.

“Yes. It feels wonderful, but look at those clouds over there.” Susan pointed out towards the way they came in. “We might be in for a bit of a storm.”

The words no sooner left her mouth as a cloud passed in front of the sun, and Susan felt a few fleeting drops of rain.

“Yep. We should head back in.” John turned the motor on and said “Grab your paddle, Morgie. We don’t want to be on the water in a thunderstorm.”

The trip back out went much quicker than the trip in with the added speed of the electric motor. When they reached the mouth of the estuary, away from the tall swamp grass and into the wide expanse of the main river, Susan could really feel the wind blowing. It felt cool and refreshing, and John turned them towards home with the wind at their backs.

“Wanna have some fun?” John grinned, as he rummaged inside the kayak, pulling out a large golf umbrella.

“I thought we were heading in!” Susan said, suddenly a little bit afraid of getting caught in a thunderstorm on the river. She could see the dark clouds in the distance behind them, and she thought John was planning to use the umbrella to keep them dry.

“This only works when the conditions are exactly right, and I believe they’re right now. Hang on, Morgie!” John smiled enigmatically. Holding the umbrella horizontal to the river, he slowly opened it in front of him. Susan watched the wind catch in the umbrella as John eased it open and she could feel them suddenly picking up speed, powered by the wind behind them! She began to laugh with excitement and understanding as the kayak skimmed quickly across the surface of the river. John was getting them home rapidly and in a very creative fashion.

“Holy shit! Holy shit!” Susan laughed excitedly as John steadily held the umbrella up ahead of him. He glanced back at her and his grin stretched from ear to ear. He reminded her of a little boy who’d just discovered a brand new toy, and Susan loved him for his unbridled enthusiasm.

Over to their right Susan saw a motor boat with two adults and two children aboard – apparently a young family also heading in off the river to escape the impending storm. The man was focused on steering the boat, but the woman and both children were looking at them with incredulous expressions on their faces. The woman’s mouth was open in surprise as she took in the weird sight before her. This just made Susan laugh even harder until her sides hurt from the exertion. She absolutely could not recall the last time she had laughed so much or so hard and she reveled in it.

They got back to the shore and dragged the kayak up on the beach just in time to feel the first few drops of rain. They could hear thunder in the distance, but it looked like the storm wasn’t going to pass directly overhead. Still, Susan was relieved to be off the water. It had been an amazing afternoon, but they were both hot and sweaty and tired. They unpacked their gear and wrestled the kayak back onto John’s car. By that time, the sun was out once again, the storm had apparently passed by them.

Susan’s pool looked inviting, and this time Susan followed John’s lead as he stripped off his clothes and dove in. The cool water refreshed their hot, sweaty skin, and they talked again about the otters as they paddled around the pool.

“I definitely need to buy a canoe.” Susan told John.

“Oh Morgie, I don’t think you could give those kids of yours any better gift than the joy of exploring that river out there. A kayak like mine wouldn’t accommodate the three of you, but a canoe is an excellent idea! That way, you could go by yourself, or with one or both of them.” John’s genuine grin warmed Susan’s soul and she vowed right then and there to make it happen.

“All that fresh air and excitement has completely worn me out. I sure could use a nap.” Susan said, as they dried off and headed into the house to get dressed in some clean clothes.

“Why don’t you go ahead and do that. I’ll just sit here and read for a while.” John grabbed a magazine off the coffee table and headed over to Susan’s favorite reading chair, just like he belonged there.

Susan smiled to herself, and padded down the hallway to her bedroom, happy that John felt so comfortable in her home. The sheets felt cool and crisp and it was good to lie down and rest, but Susan’s mind was spinning from the excitement and adventures of the day and she found it difficult to sleep. Once again, she realized she was horny. This is so unusual for me, she thought, as she slipped her hand between her legs and began to rub and caress herself. It felt so good and she knew it wouldn’t take very long. Within minutes, she brought herself to a satisfying orgasm. She would have preferred to make love with John again, but she respected his wishes. Soon she drifted off, waking about an hour later, feeling refreshed.

She walked down the hallway and into the living room to find John still seated in the chair, deeply engrossed in the magazine.

John heard her walk in and looked up at her. “Hey Morgie, how was your nap?”

Susan giggled as she recalled her self-induced pleasure. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me lately, but…I missed you.” Susan said coyly, winking at him.

John’s expression was inquisitive as he peered at her over his glasses.

“I see.” He chuckled, as he put down the magazine and smiled knowingly at Susan.

He stood up and walked over to her, placing his hand on her breast and leaning in to kiss her sensuously.

“John, I thought…” Susan’s question trailed off in mid sentence as John pulled her in close, cupping her ass with both hands.

“Oh, what the hell!” He said, and Susan’s excitement rose as she felt her knees grow weak.

John unbuttoned Susan’s shorts and slid his hand down into her pants, cupping her mound and slipping his finger into her moist pussy.

“Mmm. I sure admire your resolve.” Susan teased, as she felt herself respond once again.

“Oh shut up, Morgie!” John said, as he covered her mouth with his and slipped another finger into her.

Susan sighed and began to lead John towards her bedroom. “Let’s get comfortable.” She said, as she pulled him down on the bed on top of her, feeling his hardness press into her.

Susan ran her hands up along John’s back and under his shirt, enjoying the feeling of his warm skin against her palms. She pulled his shirt off over his head as she rolled him onto his back, taking control. She straddled him and leaned down to tongue his nipples then worked her way down his stomach, kissing and licking gently as she went. John sighed as she swirled her tongue around his belly button while she unbuttoned his shorts. Slowly she unzipped him, revealing the head of his hard cock. She kissed it gently, softly running her lips over the smooth, taught surface.

She ran her tongue along his shaft as she peeled back his shorts. It had been so long since she’d done this to Scott, but it felt just fine as she took his cock into her mouth, looping her tongue around the head, closing her lips around it and sucking gently.

“Morgie, you’re going to make me cum like that!” John said, as he squirmed under her, pulling her away from his cock. He reached up to tug on her shirt. Susan helped him remove it then pulled off her shorts and panties too, tossing them on the floor. She helped him out of his shorts as well, and slowly lowered her body on top of his. The feeling of his skin against her skin was something she took great pleasure in, and she whimpered softly as his arms enclosed her. Oh, how she had missed this simple human contact.

She reached down and took hold of John’s cock, rubbing it along her pussy lips like a human dildo. She was again surprised at the intensity of her response and at how wet she already was. They gasped each time the head of his cock slid over her engorged clit, sending waves of pleasure through both of them.

Susan positioned his cock at her opening and slowly lowered herself onto his shaft, feeling every inch of his manhood as he entered her. She sat up, impaled on him, and placed her hands on his chest, looking into his eyes. As he looked back at her, she squeezed his cock with her vagina muscles, shifting slightly from side to side enjoying the fullness within her. John groaned, and moved to indicate that he wanted Susan to roll over on her back. She straightened her leg and managed the transition without breaking contact. This changed the sensation of their coupling, intensifying it, and Susan began to rub her clit as John thrust in and out, slowly at first, then picking up speed.

Susan could feel her orgasm building quickly with the perfect combination of her fingers on her clit and John’s cock stroking her pussy. She closed her eyes, swallowed hard and before she knew it, her orgasm began with even more intensity than the evening before. Susan literally screamed out her pleasure, riding John with abandon as the waves of her orgasm engulfed her.

“I’m gonna cum!” John grunted, thrusting quickly for 5 or 6 strokes, then held his breath as his seed spewed from him, deep inside Susan’s pussy. Susan was still in the throes of her orgasm, or maybe it was her second or third, she couldn’t really tell, but she registered the fact that they had both cum at the same time, which was for her a rare occurrence.

“Wow!” That was about all Susan could manage as they held each other tight, catching their breath. Susan shuddered as all the emotions of the past several moments joined forces with all the emotions of the last two days and all of the pain of all the previous months, and she began to cry. Her pain flowed out of her through her tears, and they became tears of joy and hope, healing her wounded soul.

John seemed to understand the cathartic nature of her tears because he didn’t speak at all. He simply held her and stroked her hair, allowing her emotions and her tears to flow freely. He reached out to her nightstand and offered her a tissue, which she gratefully accepted.

Susan looked at him as she blew her nose. “You know John, if I had to sit down and script out the perfect weekend, I couldn’t have come up with anything better than this.” She said. “You have given me such an incredible gift. You have shown me how to laugh again. You have taken me on an amazing adventure in my own backyard. You have loved me and allowed me to love you. You have helped me to heal and you’ve given me hope.”

“Susan, those gifts are given freely and with my undying affection. You are a very special lady and you’ve suffered a huge hurt, but you are also very strong and you are going to be just fine.” John reassured her. “You know, you’ve given me an incredible gift too.”

“I have?” Susan sniffled.

“Your gift of unconditional love has lasted almost half a lifetime. Do you know how rare that is?”

“I suppose it is.” Susan replied, as she tossed the sodden tissue into the wastebasket.

“Damn right it is! My marriage has stagnated. I still love Caroline, but the zest has gone from our lives. This weekend with you has made me realize that life should be something that you participate in, not just observe. Lately we’ve been doing too much observing and not enough participating. So this has been a turning point for me as well. I don’t know what direction we will take from here. That will depend on Caroline. I’m almost 60 years old, and I just can’t let any more life pass me by.”

Susan laughed at that realization. “I just hope I’m not the cause of your divorce.”

“What you and I shared doesn’t factor into Caroline and me at all. We have our own issues to address, and that would have been true even if you and I hadn’t made love. To make love with you again after all these years was incredibly special, Morgie, and I have no regrets whatsoever. Thank you for sharing yourself with me. You’ve made me feel like I’m 35 again!”

Susan laughed and hugged John tightly. “It has been completely and totally my pleasure, John.”

They dressed, ate a light meal and slept in Susan’s bed that night, holding each other tenderly. The next morning was spent laughing and talking amicably, and they were just as comfortable with each other as they had been all weekend. They went for an early swim and shortly after, John announced it would soon be time to begin his long drive home.

“Thank you for a perfect weekend.” Susan said, as she walked him out to his car.

“Thank you too, Susan. Let’s not wait another 25 years before we see each other again.” John replied, as he climbed in and shut the door, turning the key in the ignition. He drove away waving, and Susan turned to walk back into her house. She felt lighter on her feet somehow, and she noticed a new spring in her step. She smiled to herself, remembering all the reasons why, and saying a silent “Thank you” to John for his gift of healing love.