An Eternal Return – An Erotic Story

Sally called me this past Sunday morning and invited me to come over and check out the apartment she’d recently bought. We’ve been divorced for about five years. We’ve remained on mostly good terms through that time, despite our collapsed marriage. We never had kids, but we talk about things like any weddings or deaths in our respective extended families, anything new in our working lives, etc. A few times over those five years we drifted into becoming romantically involved again, once going so far as to get re-engaged. But the same problems that wrecked the marriage always resurface.

I was surprised when Sally greeted me while wearing a bathing suit that morning.

“There’s a community pool that comes with the place. I’ll be going out there later and have been trying on different suits, to think about which one I’ll wear.”

Sally stands around 5’5. She has long, curly blond hair that is just starting to gain some streaks of grey, which make her look both distinguished and sensual at 46. Her eyes are a pretty green and her skin tone is fair, prone to freckling. She likes rich foods and doesn’t exercise as much as she should, but the extra girth is appealing on her, something nice to hold onto. Her large breasts currently looked pant-inducing in her one-piece swimsuit with the swirling orange and yellow paisley designs. 

“Well, I don’t think I’m exactly an impartial judge of this, but if you want my opinion, you in that suit will turn some heads among your new neighbors.”

“That’s so sweet. You always know how to make me feel pretty.” She came up to me for a hug then.

I wasn’t exactly in a relationship at that moment, but I was on the verge. I’d been on three enjoyable dates with a woman I met on Bumble. We’d been talking about having our next get-together be a weekend excursion to the mountains.

“But we can’t do that unless we’re ready to try monogamy,” she told me. “I’m not willing to travel with a man who’s dating other people.”

I told her I needed a little time to think about it. Dating from the apps was a relatively new experience for me and I was still in the early exploratory phase. But I liked her and was 50% ready to go for it, although 50% uncertain.

Sally was in no hurry to let go of the embrace we held each other in near her foyer. She began rubbing my back, eventually with her hands under my shirt. Touch is my love language. Sally knows exactly how to use her hands to stimulate me. A sexually intuitive and nurturing woman, she’d long since found all my erogenous zones and helped me discover a few I didn’t know I had. 

She said, “Are you ready to see the rest of my place now?” but she was still stroking my back.

I thought momentarily of the woman from Bumble. If something happened between Sally and me this morning, did that mean I needed to nix the outing to the mountains? Probably. And that likely meant she would move on from me. Her profile made it clear she was looking for something long-term and committed. I felt some momentary indecisiveness. But Sally took me places no other woman ever had. We couldn’t get along with each other out of bed the same way as in, but there was a strong and persistent connection of attraction between us. Her breasts were pushing into my chest then, and her touch on my bare skin was provocative to me.

“Can we go in your room and snuggle in your bed for a little first before you show me around? This feels so good.”

Sally and I have long since had code words in our on-again, off-again relationship. If one of us wants to lie in bed and have us just hold each other for comfort, we call that cuddling. Snuggling means sexual activity.

“This suit’s really getting to you, huh?”

She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. 

I hadn’t thought to ask Sally if she was involved with anyone. But I knew the answer had to be no, because she’s always faithful when in a relationship. In her room, I got undressed but she kept her bathing suit on. She likely gathered that the garment was doing fetish-y things for me and wanted to let it be an element of our foreplay. She always knows ways to enhance sexual encounters between us.

Before being with Sally, I’d never known hugging to be so erotically charging. With her, just holding onto that lusciously thick body of hers could make me nuts with desire. That’s how it was then, as we gripped each other tightly in her bed, her in her colorful, tight-fitting swimsuit. 

“I’m not squeezing you too hard, am I? I just can’t get you close enough.”

“I can handle it, sweetie. You know, I had a dream about us last night. There were huge, colorful balloons. I’ve never had a dream that was so wildly erotic before. That’s why I had to see you today. Inviting you to see my place was just a ruse. But I’m guessing you don’t mind?”

She was now using her hands to rub and scratch over my scalp, on my ears, across my neck, and up and down my back. Patiently, luxuriously. I didn’t want to let go of my bear hug on her, but I needed to grab hold of her glorious boobs. I used both hands to squeeze on them hungrily.

“If I ever go out to that pool with you and you have this suit on, I’m afraid I’ll make a scene that’ll scandalize your new neighbors. There’s just no way I’d be able to keep my hands off of you.”

“Hmm. I like making you want and to have to wait for gratification. I’d get you out in the water out of everyone’s view and get my hand on your dick under the cuff of your trunks. I’d play with you down there just a little then let go. You’d be so hard you’d be embarrassed to step out of the pool and let everybody see your big bulge, ha-ha.”

She was playing with my belly now. Rubbing me down there, scratching, stabbing me with her nails. Her touching me in that area always throws me into a wild craving. 

“Buck for me. I want to see you bucking like a wild animal.”

She was using her assertive vocal tone, another huge turn-on for me. She reached lower and scratched my pubic hair and tickled my balls. I couldn’t help but wriggle around and make thrusting motions with my lower half, trying to get her to grab my dick and stroke it. She knew what I wanted but kept teasing me, touching me everywhere else in that area but not directly on my begging cock. I was still squeezing her huge tits and was kissing and biting all over her lips, cheeks, neck, and ears. My breathing was becoming desperate sounding. Sally moaned. 

“That’s it. You’re moving the way I want you to. Buck like you would if your big hard dick was inside my wet pussy.”

She was talking directly into my ear in her commanding manner. I thought of changing gears and doing things for her that she liked, with my hands and tongue. But she was in charge here and I knew we’d get to that later. I was squirming around and writhing, still trying to make her hand meet my dick.

“Tell me what you want. Be explicit.”

“I want you to put some lube on your hand, then grab my dick and play with it the way you do.”

“Well, that’s pretty obvious from the way you’re moving around. But go on. What else do you want?”

“Then I’d want to tear that beautiful bathing suit off you and suck hard on your bare tits while I ram my hard dick into you over and over, so deep inside.”

“You’re doing great. It pleases me when you’re this expressive. Now tell me why you want all that.”

“Because I crave you. Sometimes I can’t understand why we ever split up. The second I looked at you this morning, I knew I had to have you. You make me crazy. What is it between us?”

“Don’t question it right now. Just feel it.”

She reached into a drawer in her bedside table and got out a bottle of lube. I wanted to edge, and when I came, I needed to be inside her. But when she finally grabbed hold of my dick with the gel on her fingers, I almost lost it right then.

“I’ll take off my suit if you tell me why you feel so strongly about me. Don’t think about it. Just feel it and tell me what you feel.”

She was stroking me the way she knew I liked. With her thumb caressing the head of my dick while her other fingers made circular motions on the base. 

“I love you. That’s what it is. I know we have trouble getting along …”

“Shh. Don’t think. Just feel. Tell me again.”

“I just love you. I need affection from you.”

“That’s better. Now help me with my suit.”

Later that night, from Sally’s bed I deleted my dating app profiles, then texted the woman from Bumble and told her I’m sorry but I’m getting back together with my ex, and I wished her well in finding the right guy for her. Sally never made it out to the pool that day. I still have the second engagement ring I bought for her …