We both collapse into the car, exhausted and sweaty. We are spent, both smell like Sally’s pussy and are starving. I still need to get off, but am feeling better now since I was able to rally and do the job – at least for Sally…

And, after all that happened, Jane never got her pussy licked by Sally! Wasn’t that the point of this?

Maybe Sally was focused on me. Maybe she didn’t like Jane. To be honest, I didn’t even notice until Jane informed me afterward. I was far too consumed with my own panic to worry about anyone else at that point.

You can call it selfish, but there was nothing selfish about it. I didn’t want to let Jane (or anyone else) down.

I am still in the mood when we got home, but Jane is too sore to fuck after Andy had his way with her.

I guess it was more friction than stretching that caused the problem…

But I am not done – I really need to get off tonight, especially after everything that has happened. After we eat a very late night snack, we talk about everything until after 5am, when I get so aroused from the conversation that I have to do something.

I whip out my cock and start jerking off for Jane. She comes over and helps with a little tongue and sucking action, but this is clearly going to be my show. I stroke until it starts to hurt, grab some lube to smooth things out and then shoot my load all over my stomach and chest. Jane is not too fond of cum, so she hands me a tissue…

The next morning, er afternoon, we finally stumble out of bed and start the recovery process. Clearly, we are both in terrible physical shape – we are hobbling around like a couple of octogenarians. I’m feeling soreness from muscles I didn’t even know I had – little aches from my groin and buttocks that I haven’t felt in years. I can’t imagine how sore I’d be if I had fucked for the whole two hours we were playing…

Jane is every bit as sore as I am - barely able to support her own weight. We clumsily stumble down the stairs and start the awakening process.

Coffee is first on the agenda, followed by a quick smoke and a little bowl to take the edge off my hangover/dehydration-induced headache. We have to pick up our daughter in a couple of hours and we still need to talk about the previous night’s events. Unfortunately, that’s probably not going to happen until later tonight.

Later that evening, after we get the kid to bed, we finally get a chance to sit down and talk. Jane is upset and is, in my opinion, being a little irrational. Having talked through so many potential land mine issues over the last few weeks, we never really got around to talking about what we would do if an encounter actually happened.

It was just as I had feared: She was worried that I didn’t want her anymore. Worried that she couldn’t please me. Worried that since she wasn’t able to get me aroused (and since Sally was able to), that things had somehow changed between us.

She is also experiencing some PMS, so I know not all of this is “real.” However, she still needs me to reassure her and I do everything I can to convince her that my issue had absolutely nothing to do with her.

I am feeling like shit, of course, and I’m not so sure that she is buying what I am selling. She’s also mad that Sally didn’t return the favor, since “She was so into you and not into me at all.”

I am in a tough spot here. All I can do is reassure Jane that her feelings (about me) are dead wrong and that I still love and want her.

This all started because I wanted to help her explore her fantasies and instead I’m getting beat up because I supposedly got “the better end of the deal” than her.

Without a frame of reference, it’s very difficult to convince her that, if we are going to continue to do this, some encounters are going to be better than others and sometimes one of us is going to have more fun than the other.

Hell, I’m not sure I believe that myself sometimes…

All I can do is tell her that I love her, want her and that I’m not going to let this come between us. I’ll put a quick stop to this whole experiment if it ever threatens to jeopardize our relationship. Profiles will be removed, IMs will be ignored, we will be done with it and hopefully resume our normal, vanilla life.

Are we as secure with each other as we thought? Can we really separate sex and love?

This has really raised a lot of issues that I didn’t expect to have to deal with so soon.

In addition to the guilt, my mind is filled with worst-case scenarios from not being able to get it up. I am embarrassed, humiliated, a little bit scared and a still have some residual anger from the whole deal.

If that ever happens again, I’m going to see a doctor, who will promptly refer me to a shrink because the problem is clearly not physical.

Of course, the next morning she is fine.

“Sorry about last night,” she says over morning coffee, “I was totally PMSing and actually started my period last night. I am fine.”

Women.

I hope we can just be done with it and move on, but I am realistic. This not the last I will hear about it.