Midnight snack

After midnight, rather than lie in the marriage bed alone, I hopped on my bike and went to see J. I was very tired, having been up most of the previous night with D, but still we had a fun time, and it was novel to be with J in the night by candlelight, rather in the day with the sun coming through the blinds and the kids in the playground of the school next door yelling.

Two great sessions of fucking from behind, which is definitely the position that works best with J. But for me the real highlight was a long bout of going down on her and especially some fingering of her clit, partly guided by her, which gave her a very strong climax. We also dozed a little together, talked, kissed. It was delightful, though somehow elegiac in its mood, perhaps just because it seemed like it had taken a very long time to happen - simply to be together in the night, I mean - and was not likely to happen again. Or was it that being together as if we were in some important way a couple simply reinforced the fact that we are not in any way a couple at all? With D the night before that was not true, but for D there is an element of fantasy that is missing with the sane, sensible, sensual, straightforward J.