"A One Night Stand, a love story"


"Men think about sex a lot differently than women."

My wife  cuddled closer.

"Why do you think that?"

I had interrupted our usual foreplay.

"Our heads just work differently, honey."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, like when you had that one nighter. . ."

"That was 15 years ago, I was 25, I hardly remember that. . ."

"I know, but I know he does."

Her body was alongside, almost on, mine.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, sometimes, I'll bet when he's alongside his wife, and nothing is
happening, he remembers."

"Do you think so, after all that time?"

"If he's any kind of a man, he remembers."

"Why should anyone remember something like that,  tell me that."

"Honey, he saw this beautiful woman in the Hilton Lounge with tears in her eyes
--"

"But my divorce just became final that day."

"I know, and you told him that, too, and he stayed near you and talked to you,
and tried to comfort you, didn't he?"

"Yeah, he did." Her leg reached over mine, she came closer still.

"You remember that you talked for hours."

"Yeah, we did, it was nice talking to a nice guy after your husband leaves you
for a pretty 19 year old."

"We know your first husband was a jerk" -- that got me a hug -- "but this guy --
didn't you say his name was Jake? --  made you feel good, didn't he?"

"You know he did, I've told you that."

"But what happened then?"

"I told you what I remember,  don't make me repeat that story, it embarrasses
me."

"It makes me horny -- I'll tell you what I remember you telling me, and why I
think he'll remember what happened the rest of his life."

"OK."

"Well, I remember you telling me you were crying a little bit when you told him
what happened."

"Yeah that's right."

"And how you felt unattractive and ugly."

"That's right, too."

"Then, a ball game ended or something, and a bunch of loud guys came into the
bar."

"You remember everything, don't you?"

"Yes, I think so: that's why I'm sure anyone would remember."

"Well, I'll tell you when you get it wrong. What do you remember me telling you?"

"That you liked the quiet and the dark and Jake comforting you, and everything
changed when the lounge got noisy."

"That's exactly right."

"I forgot who suggested. . ."

"-- suggested we take a room there so we could talk? He did."

"And you agreed?"

"Yeah, I agreed."

"Were you really that naive?"

"In my heart of hearts, no, I knew what was going to happen."

"So he, no, the two of you went to the front desk -- "

"Yeah, I stood there, and he got the room."

"What were you thinking?"

"That I didn't want to be alone right then, that I wanted someone to think I was
pretty, things like that. I mean, the room had to cost $150, and he thought I was
worth it."

"He did, didn't he?"

"Yes, he did."

"What happened then?"

"I told you about this before, all that I remember."

"I knnow.  I remember you told me he took you by the hand, and you went to the
elevators."

"That's right."

"And you told me he just held your hand all the way up."

"Yeah, up the elevator, and to the room."

"And then?"

"Well, we went in."

"And?"

"I remember Jake was so nice, honey. He turned the bathroom light on, and
everything else off. The room wasn't dark, it was, well, just right, light enough
to see clearly, but not harsh."

"You just sat on the bed then, right?"

She moved closer to me, on her side against me, I was on my back, her upper leg
over mine, even between mine.

"Yeah, for a while. He held my hand, we talked, he told me in a couple of months
everything bad that happened that day would be just like a bad dream."

"Then he kissed me. He told me that would make this day a happy one for him."

"And you kissed him back, didn't you?"

"I did." She turned my head towards her, and kissed me, mouth a little open,
tongue exploring a little. "I kissed like that."

"That's a provocative kiss, honey."

"I guess I wanted it to be."

”Pretty soon the two of you were  on the bed, weren't you?"

"Yeah."

"What happened?"

"Like I told you before, there was just some kissing and hugging going on."

"He was a gentleman, wasn't he?"

"He was."

"Did he really keep stoking your cheek, down to your neck, with his fingers?"

"God, you remembered even that!"

"I told you, any reasonable man would remember, and you told me, so for sure I'd
remember. After all, you are my wife, I like knowing what you remember."

"He always stopped caressing me at my blouse's collar, though he never tried
anything like unbuttoning it."

"What did you think of him, that he was weird?"

"No, just a gentleman."

"What then?"

"What I remember is, after a while, moving away from him, and sitting on the edge
of the bed."

"And?"

"This is embarrassing. I grabbed at his belt, and couldn't get it to unbuckle."

"That's funny."

"We were like two kids, I remember, fumbling with each other's clothes, pulling
at things, making a mess of it."

"I like hearing this part," I told her.

"I know. By the time we were mostly undressed we were laughing about it. He
couldn't figure out my bra clip, and nearly fell over because his pants and
shorts were all around his ankles - it was the funniest thing."

"But," I reminded her," but soon enough you got everything off, didn't you?"

"Yeah, honey, soon enough I got naked, and so did he. It's some story for a wife
to tell her husband -- it still embarrasses me."

"Go on, finish the story."

"Pretty soon we were beside each other again on the bed."

"Naked, though, right?"

"Yeah, naked, and hugging and kissing, and I could feel him poking at me with his
cock."

"Still a gentleman, though, right?"

"Yeah, not forcing anything."

"What do you remember then?"

"When we were undressing each other, it seemed funny. Pretty soon he was on top
of me. That wasn't funny anymore, that was very serious. I never wanted to do
casual sex like that."

"I remember you telling me about that, too."

"Tell me," my wife said, "you finish the story."

"You said you had your legs together, like now."

I had rolled on top of her.

"That's right."

"And you opened your legs for him."

"I did, like this."

I felt her legs open.

"And I could feel his cock, just like your's is, pushing between my legs, at me,
at my vagina."

"Oh yes," I said, feeling that wonderful sensation.

"And I took it."

Her hands reached between us, and she took mine.

"And lead it here."

It was against her, just parting her lips.

"I was so ready, he could move in, and he did, nice and slow, and gently."

I did, too, slowly, enjoying the sensation of feeling her envelope my erection,
accepting me into her.

"And I could feel him spreading me, and getting way deep in me, and it was
wonderful."

"And you kept touching him, his cock, didn't you?"

"I did, I had my hand between us, so I could feel him moving in me."

"Didn't you tell me you could feel him come?"

"I could, he got bigger, Jake got bigger, and I could feel the pulse in his cock
with my hand, and in me, in my cunt, and he emptied out it me."

"Was it good?"

"Honey, it was wonderful. He was a wonderful lover that night."

By then I couldn't control myself, and I emptied out into her, too.

"So you spent the night with him there, that one nighter, huh?"

"Yeah, we did, and we made love during the night, and that morning, too, a couple
of times. I felt good again, and pretty again, he made me feel that way."

"It was quite a one nighter for you, then, wasn't it?"

"I spell it double you -- oh -- enn, I won that  night."

"I guess we both did. I love you, honey. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Jake."