Michele and I exchanged knowing smirks and sipped our water, now intently watching Valerie again. My cock stirred to life inside my pants, I knew that Michele’s smooth lips were getting slippery between her thighs with Valerie recanting her past sexual exploits.
“You see!” Valerie exclaimed, “that’s what I mean. Two people communicating with a glance, or a soft touch, because they know each other so well. Just like you just did, I miss that connection.”
“So did we until we found each other,” Michele beamed looked at me with a smile.
“I can see that. It’s beautiful what you two have, I still can’t believe you found this while being married to other people, you’re so lucky.”
We smiled, I said, “please continue your story Valerie.”
“Well, like I was saying, the sex was incredibly passionate, and intimate. I realized my physical love language and came out of my shell. We loved pleasing each other, and it was fantastic. And then, all that changed on one day, and I remember that moment completely. It was the day I told him I was pregnant.”
She paused, gathering herself before continuing. “He just looked at me different after that, the sex completely stopped, that moment. He wouldn’t touch me, not even in a non sexual way. We still kissed now and again, but even that stopped one day. I went that entire first pregnancy with really no meaningful contact. No way to express my love or feel loved. By the time our oldest was born, it was like we were just roommates that slept in the same bed.”
“Awful,” Michele agreed, “I had a similar experience over the past 8 months. I’m sorry Valerie, please continue.”
Valerie smiled at her shared kinship with Michele, and pressed on. “He is a great father, helped with everything, diaper changes, feedings, whatever I needed, except the love I needed to feel. We didn’t have sex at all. I tried to initiate it nearly every day, playfully licking his morning hard-on, or pouncing on him while naked, he’d push me away or have some excuse. Eventually I stopped trying, couldn’t deal with the rejection. It was awful, he wouldn’t kiss me, or even look at me. I blamed myself, how I looked, I thought the pregnancy had destroyed my once super-fit body. I felt like I was ugly.”
Her face became visibly sad, but she continued.
“One day, for our anniversary I decided I was going to change things for the better. I went out and bought some really pretty lingerie, arranged for a babysitter for the weekend, and made a reservation at a resort hotel. We were going to have a little getaway to rekindle what we’d lost. I convinced myself, I’d remind him what a good lover I could be. Well, what a disaster that turned out to be. He spent the weekend avoiding contact with me, we hardly spoke, we did have sex, once. I remember how disgusted he looked while he was inside me. For the first time I remember being thankful it was over quick. He came, I didn’t. Wouldn’t you know it? I got pregnant again from that night. First time having sex since getting pregnant the first time, and I’m pregnant again. I stalled telling him in the hopes we’d fix what was broken, but it didn’t get better. When I did tell him, all my hope was lost, he returned to ignoring me, he became so distant.”
“I’m so sorry, Valerie.” I started, “that must have felt so awful and lonely. I know how that feels.”
“Thank you,” she continued, “so now with two kids, he’s still a great dad, but there’s no passion for me at all. I started wondering if he’d found someone else, but he’s easy to keep track of, and I learned quickly, it wasn’t the case. So I blamed myself even more.”
She went on, “I started working out again, lost all the baby weight and got back in shape. When I did, I never quite looked the same. Not quite back to my fitness competition shape.”
“You look amazing!” I said a little too enthusiastically.
She smiled, “thank you, I work really hard. Back then, I was in good shape, but not what you see now.”
I nodded in understanding.
“One day I got up the courage to try and seduce him again, I stood in front of him, fresh out of the shower, completely naked. I’d just shaven everything smooth just the way I knew he used to like it. I stood there, totally naked, water beading off my body. He told me my tits we sagging, and walked out of the bedroom. I was crushed, the pain of being rejected while so vulnerable was unbearable. So, within a month, I had them done. Perky again, I thought he’d be happy, but not the case. He found something else to criticize, my lips, so I had them enhanced, then he said my nose was too big, I had that reduced. Each time I thought he’d find interest again. But each time, nothing.”
Michele and I shook our heads in mutual frustration and understanding, we’d both been there in our own lives. But Valerie had gone to extremes we hadn’t considered to change her body for her husband.
“I masturbated constantly, to fulfill my own deep need for release of all the tension. Everywhere, in the shower, in the car on my way to work, I even secretly rubbed myself at work once during a video conference!”
“Wow!” Michele exclaimed. “That’s hot!”
Valerie smiled for a moment, and continued, “my youngest was three before my husband and I had sex again one night. Afterward he told me my pussy wasn’t pretty and didn’t feel as tight as I used to. So I had vaginoplasty to tighten things up again, and I had labiaplasty to make ‘her’ pretty again. I even went through laser hair removal of everything down there so I’d always be perfectly smooth for him. He knew about the surgeries, obviously, but again, zero reaction, he didn’t even want to see it when I had healed. We haven’t had sex since that night over seven years ago.”
“It’s perfect, I said quietly” remembering the first time she showed us on the plane. The last few moments answering questions in my head of just how she got her pussy to look so perfect, so smooth, tight, and perfectly pink.
“Yes it is,” Michele agreed quickly.
Valerie blushed a little, “thank you both, you’re the first people to say so,” she paused, “you’re the first people to see it since the surgery when I pulled down my pants on the plane….still can’t believe what possessed me to do that! I guess seeing your passion together made me want some of what you two had.”
“So,” she continued, “after that, I went back to masturbating again. And after a little bit of exploration one time with my finger, I discovered how tight I was. It felt like it did when I was an inexperienced thirteen year old exploring myself in my bedroom. I decided that the next person I chose to have sex with was going to have a surprise. A newly virginal pussy, that’s not been penetrated by anything.”
I nearly spit out my drink. “Hold on, you haven’t even slid a finger inside yourself for real? I thought you were joking earlier.”
“No, I haven’t had sex in over 7 years, not even so much as my own fingers or a toy inside me. I didn’t think it would be this long, not finding anyone else. I’ve been so busy with work that I kind of lost interest in the search.”