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I'd Never View it as Cheating--Part 1

Date: 6/13/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Mature, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 92, Source: sexstories.com

thing, because I wasn’t far behind her. Moving my hand from her hip to her clit, I pinched and twisted, throwing her over the edge and down into the abyss of a mammoth orgasm. She was shaking from the convulsions when I filled her with my cream. We were still breathing heavily when she collapsed onto my chest. “See,” she told me a few minutes later, “I knew I’d lie on top of you before, during and after.” I chuckled before replying. “I do remember before and after, but during…no way!” Leaning down slightly I kissed her hair, something I had often done with Lizzie. “You know, Chuck I think it would be a good idea to keep a small bag with some casual clothes in your car for times like this. I have a spare toothbrush and some razors and deodorant you can use. I don’t think it’s a good idea to stay over during the week, but Friday and Saturday nights…. C’mon, let’s get into the shower so we can go to your place for some clothes. I want to meet Lizzie. I think it’s time.” We showered and I shaved using a razor Toni usually used for her legs while she did her face then we made the bed together and I dressed. We were out the door for the twenty minute drive to our—Lizzie’s and my—house. Toni sat in the living room wearing a simple teal top and tight black Capri’s. I dressed in a golf shirt and khakis. We were back on the road twenty minutes later. I was glad the home was nearby. Every minute spent driving was one less I could spend with my wife. Our house was only ten minutes ... from the school where I worked and the Alzheimer’s home was half way between. I parked in the visitors’ lot just after 11:00 that splendid Saturday May morning. I signed us in and led Toni down the hall to Lizzie’s room. She was seated again by the window, basking in the sun’s rays. Her face showed the peace she was experiencing; mine once again showed the stress I had felt over the past months. “Morning, Lizzie,” I called out. “Oh, hello…do I know you?” “Sure,” I replied, trying to sound upbeat. “Remember from yesterday afternoon?” I knew she wouldn’t, but I’d try every day to jog her memory. I’d asked Dr. Thompson months ago and he had seen no downside to it. I continued a few seconds later, “I’m Chuck, Lizzie…your husband. Do you remember what I told you about us yesterday afternoon?” “Um…no, sorry.” I walked over and kissed her cheek. “You don’t have to apologize, honey. I brought someone to visit you. This is Toni. She’s a good friend.” “Oh…hello; have we met before?” “No. Lizzie, we haven’t, but Chuck has told me all about you and I saw you on the DVD you made. You asked me for help and I’m giving it to you. I started last night and I’ll continue as long as necessary. I’ll do everything I can to help you…and Chuck, too. It’s a pleasure to meet you at last.” Toni held out her hand and Lizzie shook it, but—once again—it was clear she had no understanding of what she was doing. I had received permission to take Lizzie outside when I visited yesterday afternoon. “C’mon, ...