Joy found herself at home, at one-thirty in the afternoon, and with a full glass of wine in her hands. She still couldn’t believe she had told Dr. Mayer about the orgasm. Why had she done that? How would she ever face him again? The shame of it was more than she could bear.
She walked out to her patio and sank onto her chaise in despair. Just when things were stating to feel a bit normal, she had to let that cat out of the bag.
“Joy, what are you doing home?” Daniel asked from the doorway.
Joy started. “Me? What are you doing home this time of day? Why aren’t you at work?”
“I didn’t have any patients this afternoon so I decided to do paperwork from home. What are you doing drinking wine this time of day; you need to pick up Ben in less than two hours.” Daniel gave her glass of wine a hard stare. “You’re crying; what happened baby?” Daniel moved to her side, taking the glass and setting it on the table so he could snuggle beside her and hold her.
“God, Daniel. I don’t think my life will ever be the same again. Just when I start to feel on an even keel, something comes up to shake things back up again.” Joy reached up and stroked Daniel’s face, and pulled him into a steamy kiss that left them both panting when they pulled apart.
“Joy, talk to me. I want to understand where you’re coming from.” Daniel tried to put a hold on their physicality, trying to determine what had Joy upset.
“I don’t want to talk, Daniel. Just make me feel good.” She said, stroking his chest, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding her hand inside his shirt and massaging his chest. Her mouth followed the path of her hand and felt Daniel’s quick intake of breath as her mouth moved down. She quickly unfastened his pants and then took him in her mouth. He was hot, smooth, and tasted slightly salty. As she began to move her mouth up and down his length, Daniel shoved his hands in her hair.
“My God, Joy. That feels incredible, but if you don’t stop, I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop.” Daniel shifted so that he was kissing her passionately as he worked to get her clothes off.
Once they were both nude, they continued to stroke and kiss each other. Daniel turned her back toward him so he would have better access to her. He had one hand on her breasts and the other buried deep between her legs. He kissed her neck and shoulder and soon she was moving back up against him until her world exploded in wave after wave of pleasure. Daniel then moved between her legs, and gently slid his penis inside Joy’s pussy. The sensation was intense and wonderful. Daniel ravaged her mouth as he moved slowly in and out of Joy. As the tension built in both of them, Daniel stared intently into Joy’s eyes. It was more than she could take and she found herself crying out with her climax. This sent Daniel over the edge and he arched his back as he cried out with his orgasm. They lay in each other’s arms until their heart rates returned to normal.
“Well I don’t know about you, but I have got to start bringing work home more often.”
“That was a definite stress reliever for me.” Joy smiled shyly.
“Wow, I don’t know what this was, but I am in favor of this happening on a re-occurring basis.” Daniel kissed her on her head and said, “Much better that a glass of wine, huh?”
“Yeah much better than just about anything. I can’t believe all the time I wasted holding back in our marriage, when we could have been experiencing this the whole time.” Joy rubbed gentle circles on Daniel’s chest as she spoke.
“It may have taken us a while to get here, but we are here now and we now know what we both want. That’s all that matters, Joy.” Daniel stroked her cheek and then placed a gentle kiss on her mouth.
Joy returned the kiss. “I have got to go shower so that I won’t look like the sexed up mom picking up Ben.”
After her shower she came back out to dress. She found Daniel waiting in just his pants. Man, her husband was one hot man. She walked over and gave his chest an affectionate kiss.
Daniel tilted her face up with both hands and gently kissed her on the mouth. “Joy, when Ben goes down for bed tonight, I want us to sit down and talk.”
“That sounds foreboding. Anything I should be worried about?”
“No, hon, nothing like that. Just some things I think we should talk about.”
“Okay, it’s a date.” Joy went on to dress with much trepidation. What could Daniel want to talk about in such a serious frame of mind?