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Mourning Sex

Date: 11/11/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: bad_mann_ers, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

for the eternity that it took to find our way back to reality. I was very relaxed, and I was enjoying the weight of her body on mine. I could feel her breath on my chest, and I imagined I could hear her heartbeat as it slowed. She was gently caressing my ribs as they rose and fell, and I assumed she was in the same care-free zone that I was. "What will you tell her," she asked in a quiet tone. When I didn't answer, she sat up and looked at my puzzled face. "You mentioned sister-in-laws," she hinted. I smiled in understanding. "My wife and I have an open marriage," I started. "I will tell her about you and our encounter. She will like the natural balance of it all." Several emotions played across her face. There was a bit of relief, and then she thought of something funny. She was still smiling as tears welled up in her eyes. Her smile faded, and she leaned forward to set her forehead on my shoulder to hide her tears. I was trying to think of something to say as the tears turned to quiet sobbing. She let me hold her as her emotions boiled over and she wept in her grief. I was afraid to ask. A long while later, she sat back and wiped her eyes. "I'm so sorry," she said as she tried to laugh at herself. "It's okay," I reassured her. "Grief has a funny way of doing that. Your mind must jump around way faster than mine, though." "I get in a lot of trouble because of it," she said. "Someday I'll tell you why I can't drive a car." She studied my face for a moment. "I totally get ... that people aren't like me," she said. "I can see how you are enjoying 'living in the now'. You just had sex, you feel good, life is good, so you are relaxed and enjoying it." "You say that like it's a bad thing," I joked. "It's not," she said. "I was there with you for a bit. It felt really good. But then my mind started racing. I was astounded that I could get from the wrong wake to sexual bliss and I needed to figure out when it happened. I was running through it all in my mind and I remembered the sister-in-law comment. Of course I just blurted out the question. I have only been trying to stop doing that my whole life." "I can see where that would get you in trouble," I observed. "Yeah," she said as she paused to reflect again. She shook her head and continued. "I was taken aback at how open and honest your answer felt. I imagined you telling your wife about this. I can only imagine how detailed your story would be, and how much she would enjoy it. That reminded me of some of the conversations I had with my grandmother." She blushed as she continued. "She was the only person in my life that ever cared about me. Somehow, we grew from her badgering me to find out what I was getting away with to us sharing my adventures. Most of them were misadventures, but she loved them. I loved sharing them with her." Her reminiscing smile faded, but her eyes were clear as she looked at me. "I broke my promise to her. I should never have allowed this to happen. I should have let you leave ...