After my group session, I went looking for Theresa and Fiona, to share a drink with them. I found them at Groucho’s, and they were really having a good time. I gave Theresa a couple of hugs, and wished her good luck with her new life. I even bought her a giant drink.
I stayed only long enough for three beers, then decided to go. While there, though, I could see how relaxed and happy everyone was. And I really felt glad to be a part of Fiona's nightlife for a change, even if for a short while. She was very open and warm. When she introduced me to her friends, I was simply 'Steve', and not her husband, Steve. That was how I wanted it, because I didn't want anyone, especially the men, to act any differently if they thought I was her husband.
Eventually, (hours after I returned home) Fiona came home. I told her I had rented a porn video, and went to the living room to watch it. It was 2:30 A.M. and, to my surprise, she joined me on the other end of the couch, and began watching it with me.
"Look, you can see her juices on his cock." Despite Fiona's coldness over the past few weeks, I could see she was warming to the occasion. That really turned me on, along with the movie. Unabashedly, I pulled out my cock, and began stroking it right in front of Fiona.
Eventually, referring to one scene, Fiona said "You know, Steve, I'm at the end of my period. You could do that to me, but it would only be sex." I quickly took her up on it. We turned off the video, and went into the bedroom. This time, I was determined to make it last. No more three-minute wonders!
I asked Fiona to lie on her stomach. She was wearing her silken nightgown, and nothing else. That was made evident because when she rolled over, the gown rode up on her body, just exposing her ass. Her legs were held tightly together.
I began massaging Fiona's back, sliding my hands under the gown. I massaged her from head to foot, for about twenty minutes. Gently stroking her smooth skin, but avoiding her more erotic zones. Sometimes I would massage her ass, but it got no more attention than her foot or her shoulders.
Gradually, Fiona's legs began to spread apart, just half an inch at a time. About five minutes into the massaging, I could just just see a hint her pussy lips, tucked close together. Another five minutes go by and by now her legs were wide apart, and, still face down, Fiona was slowly grinding her hips against the mattress, up and down, in a circular motion.