Gracie and I embarked on a period of time where we had the “mutual irresistible” for each other. It was strange, but she and I could not get together without feeling a heat. When we would go out in public we would usually end up cutting our evening short and hurry back to one of our apartments for private, carnal activities. As I learned more about Gracie’s history, her current attitudes made more sense.
Gracie had been born and raised in a semi-rural area of Kansas. Her parents had a large, successful farm and the nearest town was about fifteen miles away. She had one older brother that was happy to learn the family business and carry on the family farm after Gracie’s parents grew too old to work it full-time.
Gracie, on the other hand, really never had any serious interest in agriculture. And she decided at an early age that as soon as she could do so, she wanted to move away. She saw several of her friends and schoolmates settling down with local boys. Some of those “settlings” occurred after the girl got pregnant. To avoid that, Gracie mastered the art of the hand job. She had boyfriends and dates, but kept them happy and drained with her very talented hands.
After high school, she enrolled in a community college for two years, where she continued to practice her own form of manual birth control. After community college, she moved away to finish her studies at a four-year state university. Her first year there, she met her future husband. He was an Accounting major and she was majoring in Business Management with a minor in Human Resources. After they had been dating for about six months, they had sex for the first time (using both birth control pills and a condom). She recalled he was a considerate and gentle (though not especially exciting) lover.
Following graduation, they were married and both got jobs with large corporations. After about two years, Gracie got pregnant and gave birth to a daughter. And about two years after that, her husband approached Gracie with the idea of starting their own business. They started up an executive-placement business. Gracie’s husband continued to do CPA work on the side during the first, lean years of the business.
The business eventually took off and became successful. However, the tradeoff was that her husband remained a considerate and adequate lover, but never as adventurous as Gracie would have liked. The years rolled by and one night while working late at the office, Gracie’s husband had a heart attack and died. At first, Gracie carried on the business, but her own heart just wasn’t in it. When she was approached by a large, national “headhunting” company that wanted to buy her out, she accepted. Between the proceeds from the sale of the company, her husband’s life insurance policy and the small trust fund left to her by her parents when they died, Gracie was financially secure and didn’t need to work anymore. She decided to turn her attention to her long suppressed and ignored libido.
She sold the house she had shared with her husband and moved into an apartment while searching for a house of her own. She told me that she would feel funny having some other guys bang her in the house she had shared with her husband for years. And she fully intended to do some banging.