Second Chance at Desire

He looked down at the city lights from the upper story hotel window. It sure seemed so much easier 30 years ago, he thought to himself. The nervousness kicked in once again. It was his wedding night. His second. His first wife had died five years ago after a lengthy illness. Because of her sickness, their sex life had expired long before that. He guessed that he had not been intimate with a woman for at least seven, maybe eight years. But then he met Denise and suddenly, the old urges returned. He never thought he would ever find again another woman he would love so much or who would love him back. Denise was about his age, early 50s, and had never married. She had said there had been some relationships, but none ever ‘took’. He never really asked about them because he didn’t care. This was their time. The past was the past. During their courtship of two years, they kissed, hugged and touched a little. But they had agreed to wait to consummate until they were officially married. That was fine with him because he wasn’t sure if he could make love to a woman again. Or if he did, whether it would be satisfying to Denise? That is what worried him most of all; not being able to demonstrate his love to her. He knew “the equipment” worked because he had relieved himself many times in the past few years. But doing it by yourself and doing it with a woman… well, those were two entirely different situations. “Hi there,” came the soft voice from behind him, the one that had stirred him from the very first time he had heard it. He whirled around to find Denise there; standing at the bed, smiling at him. She wore an off-the-shoulders red nightgown that flowed gently down her body and to the floor. The nightgown parted at her chest allowing for a tantalizing view of her cleavage. Her dark brown hair fell neatly to her shoulders. “Do you like it?” she asked, sweeping her hands across the nightgown. “I have never worn anything like this before, but I wanted it to be special for you, for tonight.” He walked over and took her hands into his and kissed them. “You look stunning,” he said, “just like you did at the wedding and reception. It doesn’t matter what you wear. You are beautiful.” The two looked at each other, unsure of what to say or do next. He noticed apprehension on his new wife’s face. “Are you OK?” he asked. Denise bit her lip, looked away and then looked back at him. Tears were forming at the edge of her eyes. “I am scared,” she said, her voice trembling. “There is nobody else I want to share my body but you. But it has been so long that I don’t know if I will be any good. I am afraid I will make mistakes. I want to be a good lover, but what if I am not?” They wrapped themselves in each other’s arms and he gently stroked her hair. “Guess what,” he said. “That is the same worry I have. I know you will be more than good enough for me. What if I am not good enough for you?” Denise leaned back in his arms so she could look at him. She smiled. “You may be giving me too much credit, but thank you. It is like we are virgins again; unsure of what to do.” He cradled her face in his hands and kissed her deeply and compassionately. “I am honored by the thought that you and I are virgins tonight, for there is no one else I would rather give myself to for the first time,” he told her. “We will teach each other. I want to be able to pleasure you, excite you, and fill you. Making love to you is a blessing from God and one I will never take for granted.” This time it was Denise’s turn to kiss him. As they looked at each other, he slipped the nightgown off her shoulders and to the floor. He stepped back, looked at his new wife for the first time unclothed. His eyes drank in her face, her shoulders, her breasts with the dark brown nipples, her love triangle covered by light brown curly hair, her legs, all of her. “So very, very beautiful,” he said as his gaze returned to Denise’s eyes. “You even look better with clothes off than on — and that is saying something.” Denise let out an appreciative laugh. She walked closer to him and said, “May I?” First Denise unbuttoned each button of his shirt. When it opened, she ran her hands across his chest, squeezing each nipple. Her touch electrified his skin. Denise removed the shirt then started with his pants. She carefully unbuckled his belt, unzipped the zipper, and pulled them down. Denise giggled at the selection of his underwear. “So you are a boxer guy instead of a briefs guy; that’s good to know. And you know what else is good about boxers? I can do this…” And she gently touched his penis, which was already erect and peeking through the opening of his shorts. Her feminine touch on his manhood sent shockwaves through his body, causing him to shudder. He stepped out of his clothes and turned Denise around, wrapping her in his arms. As his rigid penis nestled against her rear end, his hands swept across her front. He kissed her neck, touched her breasts, softly pinched her nipples as she had his. His hands gently wander down her ribs and stomach, across her thighs and finally met at the center. Denise reached her head back to kiss him. Holding hands they went to bed together for the first time as a married couple. He helped Denise into bed first, lightly touching her back. He followed her and they became intertwined as one. Using their hands and mouths, along with verbal and non-verbal signals, they began to explore each other. It was a time of discovery as they learned what pleased their spouse the most. He began by putting Denise on her stomach and giving her a back massage, designed to get out the last of the pre-wedding tension. He rubbed slowly, deeply and carefully, starting at the shoulders and working down her back, her butt, and her legs. Denise sighed as his hands continued their work. Her legs parted slightly, allowing him to move his hand underneath to her mound. As he planted small kisses on her back, his hand began to move underneath Denise, probing her entrance and gently touching her clitoris. The lower half of Denise’s body began to move as he continued to explore her triangle. “Are you okay?” he whispered, looking into her eyes. “Am I doing anything that makes you uncomfortable?” Denise wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled back at him. “For someone who hasn’t done this for a while, you certainly haven’t lost your touch.” She then put both hands on his back and said, “But now, it is my turn.” As he watched her, Denise began to kiss chest and her fingernails traced a path up and down his spine. She playfully sucked his nipples and began to lightly bite them. She placed her hands on his butt, squeezed it and then she started to slide downward underneath him. He could no longer see his new wife, but he could feel her. Her hands were busy rubbing his ribs, back, butt and legs. He felt Denise’s tongue glide its way down his chest. She stopped to kiss his belly button, then nibbled at the inside of his thighs. Eventually, she arrived at her ultimate destination. Denise’s fingertips ran their way through his pubic hair. Then he felt her gently take hold of his penis, blow on it slightly, and put it in her mouth. With one hand, she stroked his shaft. Her other hand massaged his balls. As his groans grew louder, Denise arched her back and used her hands to squeeze his butt; a signal that she was ready. Coupled together for the first time, the two kissed, watching each other. “I love you,” he said. “As I do you,” she said. Denise arched her back and used her hands to squeeze his butt; a signal that she was ready. He began slowly, watching her the entire time. His first few strokes went from the edge of her entrance, deep and then back again. He could feel her body start to tense and they held hands, fingers interlocked. His pace picked up and the breathing of both became more rapid. They moved in unison until she began to moan and grabbed his neck as the orgasm flooded over her. As Denise’s body tensed, so did his. He felt his penis convulse within her, releasing its contents and sending both over the physical edge together. Afterward, as they lay in each other’s arms and offered a prayer of thanksgiving, for the first time since his first wife died he began to cry. Silent tears of joy rolled down his cheeks. He had regained something he had thought was lost forever — the love of a woman. As he held Denise, he stroked her hair and whispered, “Thanks to God, I have been given another chance at loving a wife. I plan to do that each and every day.”

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