End of Mid-Life Crisis Part II (FM MF rom cheat)

   I was heading to the East Coast on business in a week and needed to get
my business suit ready.  The daily exercise at the YMCA had indeed
accomplished the desired results and I actually needed to get my pants
taken in for once!  I wanted to get the coat taken in too, but my wife said
that I hadn't lost THAT much weight.  So I thought I would take my suit to
the dry cleaners during lunch on Wednesday because they also advertise
alterations in their window.  I have used this cleaners several times
before; it's downtown, just off Main Street.  The owner is a Chinese guy
named Willie.  A nice old guy, always pretends he recognizes you and asks
if your horse won in the past weekend's races.  (He loves horseracing; I
usually just say something like 'Yep, won 10 bucks in the quinella',
because no matter how many times you tell him that you have no interest in
horseracing, he assumes you do.)

   So, in addition to the usual dress shirts, I had my suit with me.  A
couple of people were ahead of me and Willie was asking about their horses,
as usual.  The guy in front of me replied that he had bet on Sheets To The
Wind to place, but that Evening Fanfare had pulled ahead at the last minute
to knock him out.  Willie cackled and said that he had made good money on
that race.  When my turn came, I responded with the usual, handed him the
shirts and then mentioned having the suit taken in.

   "Ah, Mary will do that.  Here, I show you." He motioned to a worker
sorting cleaned clothes on the rack to come up to the desk, and led me
around to the noisy back of the shop where a lot of the actual work was
done.  In the back corner by the office were a couple of sewing machines
and a changing room with a curtain.

   "Put suit on, then Mary will measure." He motioned me to the changing
room, then walked toward the office, where I could see someone watching TV.
The changing room was carpeted, with a mirror and a small platform in the
center.  After changing I looked at my profile in the mirror a bit,
wondering if the coat could be taken in.  From the front, I had a definite
V shape from my shoulders to my waist - the exercise had done that much for
me; no more "love handles".  (As if there were ever used for that) But,
when I turned to the side, my stomach still bulged outward a bit unless I
sucked it in.  Yeah, my wife was probably right.  Can't sit in meetings all
day with your stomach sucked in.  Still, the coat was fairly loose.  I'll
see what Mary thinks, I thought.

   There was a knock at the doorway, and a voice asked, "Are you ready?"

   "Yes, come in."

   Mary came in carrying a measuring tape and some marking chalk and
motioned for me to stand on the stool.  I got up on the stool and turned
toward the mirror.  We hadn't really looked at each other when she entered,
but now she looked up at my face and asked, "So, what do you want to--"

   We both stared in shock.  It was the Dragon Lady from the jacuzzi at the
Y!  The tigress whom I had aroused and been bitten so nicely by, two weeks
ago!  A loose sack-like dress hid her slim body, but I could see the
suggestion of curves I remembered so well.  Her hair, which had been hidden
underneath a shower cap before, was now revealed to be a lustrous black
pulled up into a bun on top of her head.  And her lovely brown eyes, which
had burned with passion then, hurled daggers at me now . . . .

   "What are you doing here!?" she whispered furiously.  "Did you follow
me?"

   "No, I didn't know," I whispered back, "I just came in to get my suit
taken in…" Why we were whispering, I didn't know, no one would have heard
us over the noise of the washers and dryers, even if we had been singing.

   "Get out of here," she said, looking around.

   "Why?  What's the matter?"

   "I should never have done all that," she said, "You took advantage of
me, and made me do things I shouldn't do!"

   "What?!  I'm sorry if you think I took advantage of you, but I thought
what you did to me was one of the best things that's ever happened to me!"

   At this, she rolled her eyes and huffed.  "Men!  You cheat on your wife
and think it's fun.  You probably do it all day long behind her back, and
now you expect to again!"

   "No, it's not like that," I said, startled, "That was the first time,
and it's not like we actually did anything-- Well, I mean, yeah, what we
did was wonderful, I haven't been touched like that in years, but what I'm
trying to say is that I was just really happy to be able to make a woman
smile again.  I love my wife very much but she doesn't like sex and I--" I
broke off and my gaze dropped as I tried to figure out what else to say;
what needed to be said.  This was all very personal of course, and even at
the best of times, it's hard to put all of the conflicting emotions into
words.  What I had considered to be emotionally uplifting had apparently
made her feel pretty bad about herself.  And cheating?  Jeez.  Yeah, I
suppose I had, by definition, but I sure didn't feel like it.  I loved my
wife, she had my heart, she has always been my best friend, but on the
other hand, when it came to Love, Honor, and Cherish - well, I felt like I
hadn't been cherished in years-

   "Look," I said, "I'm sorry if you feel I compromised you or seduced you,
but what we did was the nicest thing to happen to me in a long, long time.
Yes, I am married, and I am happily married, except that my wife does not
enjoy making love.  And I miss that--"

   "Well, you should be talking to her instead of fooling around with
people you meet in jacuzzis!"

   "Yes, I know, and I have tried; it's why I've been working out, but she
doesn't want to hear it, and I just wanted to know that I could still make
someone happy.  That's why.  I'm sorry." Somehow we were whispering again.
She looked at me with disbelief clearly written on her face, but she
paused.

   "Why doesn't she want to make love to you?" she asked, her eyes intent
on my face.  "Do you force her, do you make her…" She waived her hand
toward my crotch.  "You need to do foreplay, you know?…"

   "I know that," I said, "I'm gentle, I start out by massaging her and
kissing her, but she doesn't want me to touch her breasts or her yoni.  She
doesn't want me touching her unless she's in the mood.  Which is like 3 or
4 times a year." I was uncomfortable telling her all of this, but the truth
seemed the only recourse.  I decided that I should probably get my things
and go, like she had wanted me to.  I got down and started to gather up my
clothes.

   "Wait, what are you doing?"

   "You wanted me to go, I'm going." I was feeling pretty bummed out and
uncomfortable being there.

   "No, let me measure you.  I can do that.  You want it taken in?" She
didn't sound angry anymore.  Still, I hesitated.

   "Yeah, primarily the pants, but I thought the coat could use it too," I
sighed.

   "Okay, get back up there."

   She went behind me and smoothed her hands over the back of the coat to
see where the seams lay, then came around front to check the girth.  She
buttoned it and then gathered some material on the side to see how it
pulled.  She nodded, made some chalk marks, and then unbuttoned and opened
it to look at the pants.  She hooked a finger inside the waistband and
tugged.

   "Relax your belly."

   "It is." I was holding it in to what I felt was a reasonable compromise
between all or none.

   "No, I remember," she said, and poked my belly button.  I laughed, which
made me drop it, but I pulled it back to not quite as much as before.

   She walked around behind me again, and lifted the coat to check the seat
of my pants, tugging a bit here and there, made a mark, and smoothing her
hand down my leg.

   "So, you enjoyed being in the jacuzzi with me?" She said it as more of a
statement than a question.

   "Yes, I liked seeing you smile." I said cautiously.  I hesitated whether
to say more.  She didn't respond, so I continued, "You're a very exciting
woman.  Thank you."

   She came around to the front again, not looking up at me, and inserted
two fingers inside the waistband at the clasp and tugged.  Then she ran her
other hand down my leg, looking at the way the material flowed.  I could
not help recalling how she had touched me before, and my cock had started
to respond as soon as I felt her hand on my leg.  As she continued holding
my waistband, I could feel it swelling, trying to spring erect.  Apparently
it was obvious to her as well.

   "I don't know…I think I may need to let these pants out instead…" And as
she said this, she dipped her fingers lower into my pants and scraped my
straining cock with her long nails, and placed her other hand firmly under
my balls.  I let out a loud groan as she gently pulled me off the stool to
stand in front of her.

   "I think I know what you need, but what do you want?" And she reached
inside my coat and circled my nipple with her fingernail; a smile and a
question in her eyes.

   At times like this, words are woefully inadequate.  I gently took her
face in my hands and kissed her: lightly, once, twice, and then firmly with
the passion I remembered from before.  With that kiss I told her that I
wanted this to be fun, that I didn't want it to be one-sided, that I was
not a stripling boy, but a man a man who did not seek to dominate or be
dominated, but to be enjoyed.  And much more.

   I slid my hands down her sides and looked into her eyes with a smile.  I
could feel my cock straining upward from its bent position; she still
hadn't released my waistband and was working her fingers lower to squeeze
my cock.  I cupped my hands around her breasts and thumbed her nipples. 
She laughed quietly and began unbuttoning my shirt.  I pulled her closer
and started nibbling her ear.  Having gotten my shirt open, she seized both
my nipples and began pinching and rubbing them between her fingers.  Not
hard like last time, but with more awareness; this was all for pleasure. 
As I lifted my head and moaned in pleasure, she leaned up and bit my neck.
And sucked.  And licked my ear.  I could feel my entire body swelling with
adrenaline; I was laughing with joy.  Good thing the noise of the washers
and dryers completely hid our sounds.  But speaking of that…

   "Mary, what about…"

   She put her finger against my lips and said, "My husband is out to
lunch, and my reasons are my own.  And don't say my name." She said this
seriously, but then kissed me lightly on the mouth to take the sting from
the words.  If Willie was her husband, then I could probably guess her
reasons.  While Mary was about ten years older than I, Willie was at least
ten years older than she was, if not twenty.  It probably had been an
arranged marriage.  She looked into my eyes for my answer to her
conditions.

   This time I put my arms around her and kissed her with all the passion
that had never been quenched from our last encounter at the Y and had been
growing ever since.  Our tongues writhed in harmony as we held each other
tightly.  I felt her mold her body to mine, her hands slipping underneath
my shirt to feel my skin, my body.  It was wonderful to be desired like
this.  I kissed her throat, nibbling gently from her shoulder, up her neck,
kissing behind her jaw and then biting her ear.

   She shuddered and dug her nails into my back as I tickled the inside of
her ear with my tongue.  Moaning, she sought my lips and kissed me
passionately again.  Her kisses were deep, thrusting.  She bit my lip and
then bit me again on the jaw, while her hands pulled at me, unbuttoning my
pants.  They slid to the floor and I stepped out of them.

   I cupped my hand under her yoni, lifting her and holding her tightly
against me with the other arm.  I loved kissing those beautiful lips.  She
raised her hands to my face, held it as she kissed me, then dug her nails
into the back of my neck to hold me in place as she bit my lip again.  I
swear she growled.

   She wrapped her legs around me and ground her yoni against my hand as
she pulled my head down for another kiss.  This time she kissed me with a
warmth that was different from the animal passion of a moment ago, and one
that made my blood boil!  More powerful than a locomotive, able to leap
tall buildings in a single bound?  Hell, Superman was a wuss compared to me
at that moment!

   I wanted to get our clothes off, and I guess she did, too.  She stood
again and pushed my coat and shirt from my shoulder and then had me sit on
the platform.  With a lovely smile on her face, she kicked off her shoes
and lifted her dress over her head.  She stood there, resplendent in her
bra and panties.  I reached for her bra and undid the clasp.  I had not
seen her breasts before, and they were lovely, small-but-full cones with
bright cherry red nipples, just waiting to be tasted.  Kneeling in front of
her, I put my hands on her hips and circled her areola with my tongue
before taking her breast in my mouth.

   She moaned and pulled my head tight against her breast.  I obligingly
suckled on the whole areola while biting the tip from time to time.  I
kissed my way over to the other breast and flicked the nipple with my
tongue repeatedly while I slowly eased her panties off.  I knew what I
wanted to taste!  I continued kissing her breasts and started playing with
her yoni.  I stroked her labia, feeling each side before I stroked my
finger up the middle, causing her to jump.  Then I slowly slipped my finger
inside her.  She was getting wetter by the second, trying to sit on my hand
as I fingered her.  She was moaning steadily now- a nice mewing sound that
I loved.

   I turned us around and lowered her to the stool.  I kissed my way down
her tummy, bit the inside of thighs lightly and then took a long lick.  And
another.  And another.  Ahh, ambrosia!  I held her up with one hand behind
her back and used my other to tickle her G spot as I ravished her with my
tongue.  Her legs were over my shoulder and drumming on my back as she
pulled my head tight against her yoni.  Her nails raked my shoulders
repeatedly as I drove my tongue as deeply inside as I could.  I slipped a
second finger inside her and pressed on her G spot while I attacked her
clit for the climax.  And what a climax it was!  She started to scream and
bit her hand to stifle it.  Her other hand was wrapped around the back of
my head with a death grip one minute, and the next she was trying to push
me away, bucking wildly.  But I had a firm arm around her back and a good
hold on her G spot- she wasn't getting away!  I held my position but
changed tactics to long wide licks so it wouldn't be so hypersensitive. 
This was bronco-riding at its finest!  Yee-ha!!

   She was gasping and shaking for a long time, it seemed, before I could
tell that she was coming down.  I removed my fingers and kept licking
around the edges while I held her up with both hands.  She was catching her
breath when she gasped and said, "Oh no, your back!!" I could feel my back
burning where she had scratched me, but I didn't care.

   "That's okay.  I loved making it happen."

   "You're terrible" she purred, placing her nails against my cheek, "I
want to keep you."

   I laughed and kissed her.  That kiss would have lasted a long time, but
we were both out of breath and my neck was really stiff.  I pulled back to
stretch, and she reached down to grab my cock.

   "Now it's my turn, you wicked man!"

   Using my cock as a handle, she picked me up and sat me on the platform.
(I noticed we both still had our socks on.  Oh well.) As before in the hot
tub, she pinched one of my nipples between her fingers while biting and
licking the other.  Her other hand was stroking my cock and squeezing my
balls.  I moaned, this felt *so* good.  She started biting a little harder
and dug her nails into my sac.  Her other hand came down and squeezed my
shaft, feeling my hardness.  I moaned into her hair and started pulling on
her nipples to give some of the energy back.  She laughed, swatted my hands
away and bent down to take me in her mouth.

   Oh God, I hadn't felt this in years!  As she slowly moved up and down,
her hot, hot tongue swirling around my head, her hands were all over me -
pinching me here, stroking me there, over and over.  I leaned back and let
the sensations take me.  It was wonderful!

   I was obviously going to explode soon and wondered if she would let me
come in her mouth, when she lifted her head and with a wicked smile, said,
"Come for me!" And started rubbing my prostate area while she jacked me
off. Her touch was exquisite and from the smile on her face to her nails on
my balls, I felt her desire and delight, and I delivered.  My cock
exploded! And she laughed with delight as she continued pumping me, sending
shot after shot high into the air to hit the wall four feet away.  I
groaned over and over with each ejaculation as she drained my essence. 
Fair's fair, I guess!

   Still laughing, she kissed me gently on the lips, on my nipple, and then
took me in her mouth again to clean me up.  She started tickling my opening
with her tongue, but I was still too sensitive and gasped for her to stop.
She chuckled and continued licking me like an ice cream cone, while holding
the base of my cock tightly with one hand, keeping me hard.

   After a minute or two, I pulled her up and kissed her again - without
the urgency of before but full of desire nonetheless.  She kissed me back
as well, and climbed into my lap, stretching her legs out behind me.  I
held her close as we sought to join our bodies into one.  I could feel
myself bobbing around beneath her, trying to find some nice, hot, friction.
It's times like that when you wish you had a tentacle instead of a cock-
something that could whip around and probe on its own, for when your hands
are busy with other things.

   But this time she braced herself on my thighs, raised herself up, and I
entered the Gates of Heaven.  We both moaned and kissed, hard, as we joined
together.  We started to Rock!  She was moving herself up and down, her
hands gripping my shoulders tightly.  I held onto her waist to help the
motion while I sucked on her breasts.  I pulled and teased her nipples with
my lips and teeth.  She was gripping me inside with a sensation I had never
felt before; I could feel her yoni gripping and squeezing me as if it was
her hand.  I could feel individual ridges sliding past my head, squeezing
and pulling me deeper inside.  It was amazing!

   We rocked, we ground, we swayed, we kissed!  I teased her nipples and
she teased mine.  She would reach down underneath us and scratch my balls,
I loved it!  I could feel my prostate swelling as it filled for another go.
She was gasping, her eyes half closed, her lovely lips parted, smiling as
her eyes met mine.  I pulled her close, grinding our bodies together as I
bit her throat.

   "Say my name," she moaned in my ear.  "Maar-rry" I whispered.  And she
came.

   She threw her head back and shouted her ecstasy, bucking and squeezing
me as she orgasmed.  I came too- with a feeling like falling over a cliff,
I could feel my come being pulled from my very balls as her yoni literally
sucked it out of me!  The pleasure was so intense it was painful!  I was
being dragged - kicking and screaming through an orgasm that was turning me
inside out!  I could feel her biting my shoulder as she continued to come.
I reveled in the feeling of her nails raking my back!

   An eternity later, as we cuddled and kissed - still joined at the hips,
the reality of where we were started to trickle in.  She looked around, but
the noises of the dry cleaners were still pervasive, and we were still
alone.  She looked at me with some chagrin, and to break the mood a little,
I grinned and asked, "So, shall I wait for the suit or shall I come back?"
She laughed and pinched me, which made my cock flex, which made her yoni
squeeze, and we almost started all over again!

   She groaned and protested that I was taking advantage of an old woman
again, and stiffly got to her feet.  I said, "Who's took advantage of who?"

   Laughing quietly, she said, "You--" and bent down to pick up her dress.
I got behind her and hugged her as she stood up, fondling her breasts.  She
protested for a moment, then leaned back and looked up at me.

   "Maybe some other time?" I asked.

   She sighed, and after a moment said, "Maybe.  Some *other* time--"

   She disengaged herself, and started putting her clothes back on.  I did
the same.

   A little later I left.  There were no customers in the shop, and the guy
behind the cash register looked up from his book with mild surprise as I
passed.  She'd told me to pick up the suit in a couple days, and I doubted
she would be there when I did.  Outside it was a typical sunny day, the
usual traffic was driving by, and the usual people were walking about.  The
last hour seemed very surreal.  As I started driving back to work, I
wondered for the millionth time why my wife and I couldn't make love like
that.