Love Never Dies Pt. 05

"Think so," I said, reflecting on Veronica's recent confession about the fear of pregnancy and the fact that for many years she'd avoided taking a penis in her. "But, before Helen, did you ever have sexy feelings towards a woman?"

"I'm not sure." She turned to look at me. "I'm not sure about anything, Richard. It's all so puzzling. I don't know that I'm even attracted to Helen. It could be just something that's happened and I've got carried away with it. It's as if I'm consoling her and don't know how to stop it going too far."

"I think that could be right," I said. "Bit of a runaway train, eh?"

She shrugged again. "Could be, maybe . . . oh, I don't know. Oh dear, what on earth must you think of me. And please, please, don't mention any of this to the girls."

I smiled at her. "Don't worry, Veronica. I've never mentioned our sex life to the girls and I'm not about to start now." I bent and kissed the top of her head. "I'm sure you'll sort it out with Helen."

"You don't mind?"

"Don't mind what? That you're unsure about what's happening between you and a friend?" I shook my head. "Believe me, Veronica, I knew something was happening when you came on to me. I just didn't know what had sparked it. Now I do. What happens next is up to you. All these 30-odd years we've been good partners and had a good life together. Except for not having sex, I've no complaints. But I will tell you this, after the girls were born and it became obvious you didn't want me making love to you, I thought you were frigid."

"Maybe I am," said Veronica quickly.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Not to be harsh here, Veronica but after all these years do you think I'm bothered? We don't have sex, we haven't had sex for a lifetime, and that's that. I came to accept the situation a long, long time ago and, truthfully, in our relationship now I don't think it matters a jot anymore. If you now find that you can have fun with Helen, or any other woman, well . . ."

"You really are quite a remarkable man, Richard," she said with a slow shake of her head. "Quite remarkable."

I watched Veronica sip her drink. I tried to recollect when she had first mentioned Helen, when they'd become friends. "Remind me," I said, "how did you meet Helen?"

"At the gym. John hadn't long left her for his floozy and we got talking one afternoon in the beauty room. We had a coffee later and she told me about her situation and we sort of developed from there."

"So, you've known her less than a year?"

"Yes, about 10 months or so." Veronica nodded and paused before adding: "But we've got closer since her divorce. I think she's quite lonely. From what she's told me, I reckon most of their friends were really John's."

" Could be," I said and stood up. "But I do think that you'd probably be better talking over this, er . . . situation . . . with Helen. Find out how she feels at least. What she wants, eh?"

Veronica looked at me and I added: "But, whatever you do, just be discreet. Remember, way back in the day when I went with the occasional other woman for sex, I didn't broadcast it. Okay?"

Veronica nodded. "Yes, Richard. And thank you for being so understanding."

I smiled. Would she be equally as understanding about Gaynor? And was it because of my renewed contact with Gaynor, that I was able to be so understanding? Was I hoping for a similar response from Veronica should the occasion arise?

"Okay, I'm going up to my office to play some computer games. Goodnight, sweetheart."

"Night, Richard," she said and bent to pick up her magazine. "I'll just finish my drink and then got to bed."

Upstairs, I switched on the computer and settled into my leather, swivel chair. And I thought, my mind wandering back . . .

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THEN

SMALL bits of confetti were still lodged in our clothing when I carried Veronica into the hotel suite. In the ballroom, the reception was winding down and we'd made the rounds to say goodbye and thank everyone for the gifts and for attending. We made a special point of thanking Veronica's parents for the whole day. No expense had been spared for their only daughter's wedding. Her father Clive had even paid for our first night together as man and wife in this honeymoon suite.

Now, I back-heeled the door shut and carried Veronica through the sitting area, evading our luggage which had been left earlier in the middle of the room, and on into the bedroom. We shared a lingering kiss and, finally, I bent my back and lowered her feet gently and slowly to the thick-piled carpet.

I placed my hands on her waist, the brocade of her white dress tickling my palms. We kissed again and then Veronica looked up into my eyes. "Well, husband," she said, smiling, "I believe there's one more thing we've got to do to make this wedding day complete."

"Mmmm," I said, staring into her blue eyes. "I do believe there is, Mrs Johnson. And that means, I'm afraid, it's time to remove your lovely wedding dress."

"I know." Veronica exaggerated a sigh. "And my tiara," she said, raising her arms and seeking to remove the pins that secured the jeweled band to her hair.

I removed my suit jacket and shook a cascade of confetti onto the lush carpet. I began to unbutton my shirt and Veronica stepped forward to run her hands over my chest.

"You will be gentle with me, won't you Richard?"

I gulped and nodded, looking deep into my virgin bride's eyes. "Of course, always sweetheart," I said and located the zip high in the back of her sleeveless dress. Slowly I drew it down, stopping at the base of her spine. I kissed the hair on the top of her head and used my hands to ease the bodice down to her waist.

We held hands and I stood back a pace, casting my eyes over her naked shoulders and the swell of her breasts in the half-cup bra. I looked back up at her face and smiled.

Veronica smiled back. "I've got things to do in the bathroom," she said. "Why don't you open the champagne and get into bed? I won't be long." She pecked my lips and I watched her cross the room to the bathroom, where she gave a little wave of her fingers and closed the door.

I hastily disrobed to my briefs and then opened the bottle of champagne which stood in an ice-bucket on a silver tray on a bedside table. Three flutes stood on the tray, two empty and the third containing a single red rose. Nice touch. As I poured the bubbly, I heard the bathroom door open. With a glass in each hand, I turned - and inhaled sharply.

Veronica wore a white, full-length satin nightdress. The material clung to her curves and was slashed from the shoulders in a deep V between her round breasts.

"Wow, Mrs Johnson!" I exclaimed as she approached me with an easy sway of her hips and jiggling of her tits. Her nipples jutted darkly against the near-transparent fabric. Her red lipstick smile was wide and her eyes shone brightly.

"I guess you like my nightie," she said, glancing directly at the growing bulge straining in my briefs. She took a glass out of my hand and we clinked in a toast: "To us," we said in unison. We sipped and Veronica walked around to the other side of the bed. She placed her glass on the nightstand, turned down the covers and fluffed up the pillows.

I put down my glass, propped the pillow against the headboard and sat on the edge of the bed before swinging my legs between the sheets. I reached for my glass as Veronica eased between the sheets and lay down on her left side, facing me. Her right hand glided up and down my thighs for a few seconds and then rested on my briefs. My cock was hard and hot.

"Come, kiss me, please," she said quietly, looking up as I emptied my champagne flute.

I leaned to put the glass on the silver tray and then slid down the sheets on my right side and placed my left hand on Veronica's cheek. Our lips melted together and opened to allow entrance for our flicking, licking, seeking tongues. My hand wandered from her face, down her neck, shoulder, chest and settled on her right breast. The satin was smooth in my palm and as I caressed the soft globe I felt her nipple harden beneath my fingers. And my cock stiffened as Veronica eased a hand under the waistband of my briefs.

We stopped kissing, looked into each other's hungry eyes and Veronica said: "He's really big now, Richard. Bigger than those other times I've held him."

I smiled and kissed the tip of her nose, all the time fondling her breast and teasing her firm nub. "It's all for you, sweetheart," I said.

"I know," she said, removing her hand. "You'd better take your pants off so that I can feel him properly."

I sat up and slid my briefs off, tossed them across the room and lay down, propped on my right arm, head resting in my hand. I smiled as Veronica circled her fingers around my shaft and slowly stroked my length. My left hand roamed over her tummy, her right hip and thigh.

"Just a second," said Veronica and wriggled to pull up her nightie. She sat up and drew it over her head, releasing her proud tits, and shook her head to loosen her hair. She slid back down on her left side and, with my left arm, I drew her to me. The flesh of our bodies was cool, chest against breasts, stomach against tummy, thigh on thigh - and a hot cock squashed down there. We kissed deeply and my left hand roamed over Veronica's back, buttocks, thigh and found space between our bodies to lightly play among her soft pubic hairs.

Veronica sighed as my fingers tickled and probed, caressed and stroked until she parted her thighs a little, giving access for me to slide a finger along her moist slit. I gently rolled her on to her back, lowered my head to kiss and suck her tits, and brushed my fingers tenderly around her vulva. With thumb and forefinger, I gently parted her labia and eased my middle finger towards her vagina. Veronica was wet and she closed her eyes as I probed deeper, entering slowly and gradually. I stroked up and down, in and out, knuckle deep. Veronica's breathing was short and rapid and the seeping juices in her love tunnel covered my exploring finger until she whispered: "I'm ready, Richard."

I got between her legs and she raised her knees before putting her hands on my shoulders. I reached between our bodies and guided my erection to her pussy where I rubbed the dome between her pink moist lips and sought the tight entrance.

Veronica tensed as my cock nudged forward and I kissed her forehead. "Relax," I said and she surprised me by spreading her thighs and reaching down to grab my buttocks and encourage me towards her. The moment my dome burst into her vagina, penetrating her for the first time, Veronica let out a loud, hot-breath gasp and shouted: "Good God Almighty."

I let the initial shock of intrusion subside before slowly progressing up and back down her tight but lubricated channel. Veronica's fingers, which had remained clenched into my buttocks, finally slackened and she began to meet each of my thrusts, raising and lowering her hips steadily to the accompaniment of an increasing murmur from her mouth.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?"

"Mmm . . . yes, Richard . . . just keep it like that . . ."

I maintained a steady rhythm, easily and tenderly probing her inner depths, my balls sac flapping against her lower groin. Veronica's vagina walls gripped and clung to my pulsating erection and I knew I couldn't last much longer. Our first time of complete love-making was about to end.

"Oowa," breathed Veronica, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, as my rigid cock rapidly expanded even thicker. I increased the piston movement, quicker and harder, until, panting and grunting, I ejaculated powerfully into her dark cavern. Veronica clung to my back as I spurted and spurted and, as I juddered to a breathless halt, she suddenly exhaled loudly and threw her arms outwards to thwack down on to the bedclothes. She rolled her head from side to side and finally became still, sinking heavily into the mattress. Our breathing was ragged and I took most of my weight on my toes and arms. My cock twitched and throbbed in the confines of Veronica's hugging, sodden pussy.

Eventually, I withdrew my diminishing penis and settled on to my right side. I placed my left hand on Veronica's hot mound, the pubic hairs damp and matted. "Are you okay?" I whispered.

Veronica opened her eyes, turned her head to look at me and smiled. "Oh yes, thank you Richard." She gave a girlish giggle. "Now I know what all the fuss is about, I wish I hadn't waited so long." She reached down to feel my sticky, almost-limp manhood. "Can you get him hard again for another go?"

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NOW

I realised I was smiling broadly at the recollection of our honeymoon night. The card game on the computer screen in front of me had not even been started and I closed it with one click of the mouse.

Yes, Veronica was an enthusiastic lover in those early months of marriage. She had been keen to learn, to try new positions and we didn't confine ourselves to the bedroom. And then it all shut down. Click, just like that. For years, nothing. Until now. And what was happening now?

I shook my head in wonderment and reached for the brandy glass. I swallowed and enjoyed the heat of the liquid threading down my throat. After all these years, Veronica is again thinking about sex, talking about sex. Great - except she doesn't know if she's lesbian! Whatever next?

I laughed to myself. How strangely ridiculous is all this? I've reached the time of life when most men are content with the "slippers and a pipe" lifestyle. Me? I've got a wife who might be starting a full-blown lesbian affair. And, in less than two days, I'll be reunited with an ex-girlfriend who, I believe, is the true love of my life. Where is all this leading?

I scratched my head, removed my spectacles and switched off the computer. I could hear Veronica's heavy breathing from the bedroom. She was obviously asleep and I looked at my phone, lying on the computer desktop. Gaynor had said: "Call me anytime you can."

I picked up the phone and scrolled through my contacts to GR. I paused, my finger poised to press "call." The time display showed 10:32. That must count as anytime, I mused.

Then, I shook my head and switched off the phone. No rush, Richard, show some patience. After 32 years, you can surely wait another couple of days. I rose wearily from my chair and padded along the landing to the bedroom where I would spend another night sleeping alongside but not with my wife.