Sunday

After a fruitless afternoon of shopping (who goes shopping on Easter Sunday anyway?), we took the kids back to Mel's place, then she suggested the two of us go out for a drink. Of course, she didn't mean a drink, and we drove straight to my place.

I poured us each a glass of wine, finishing the bottle we'd opened earlier in the week. We sat on opposite ends of the sofa, stroking each others calves. We talked of old relationships, of parents, children, friends and friendship. Of love and sex, betrayal and pain. Time passed all too swiftly, and it was only when the light began to fade that we realised how long we had been there. The kids had not been fed and we had spent the last two or three hours just talking.

"Want to go upstairs quickly?" I asked. She was getting to her feet before I'd finished the question.

We undressed hurriedly and lay on the bed, embracing urgently. She took a second to show me where she had completely shaved her pubic hair in preparation for our cancelled Saturday night tryst at a nice hotel. It looked so inviting that it would have been rude not to take a closer look.

As she lay on her back I let my tongue pretend that her shaven pudenda was a delicious ice cream and I took great delight in finding out exactly what she likes most. After her orgasm, she pulled me up to her, and she tasted her own juices on my lips. I grabbed the nearby condom and slid effortlessly inside her. We changed positions a few times and I discovered that having her on top does nothing for me. But there are other positions that more than make up for it, and we each experienced a wonderful orgasm.

Breathing heavily and glowing with perspiration, we dressed again almost as quickly as we'd undressed and went to go and feed our kids. We took them all to a local pub/restaurant, and sat in a big booth. The conversation flowed freely despite the different generations. G was the youngest at 11, B 17, K 19, Mel and I... well... in our forties. Mel and her daughter K seemed to be really interested in G, and asked him about his school, and what his hopes and plans were. They suggested a few good schools and some nice areas to live that weren't too far away from where they lived now.

By the time we left the restaurant, there was only one other table occupied. G and I got home around midnight, and we both slept very well.