Sin Rooms chapter 15 Compromise

Date: sometimes a few weeks ago

 “What’s on your mind Sam?” She asked.

Was I that transparent? Of course I was. I don’t think I can hide anything from this woman.

“Nothing,” I tried to lie. “I’m fine.”

She looked at me and smiled. We were having dinner in our favorite Italian restaurant in London Knightsbridge. “You have barely touched your lasagna,” she pointed at my plate. “Are you going to tell me what’s eating you up or do I have to stick my fork in your nipple and twist.”

I must have flinched back when I heard that. A threat from Danielle isn’t something you take lightly. Not that she had used a fork on my nipples before, but she did use other pointy and twisty instruments in her twisted arsenal a few times which I’m not going to go into right now. So yes. I flinched.

“Take it easy,” I tried to get her to back off. “What makes you think I have something on my mind?” I asked. “Maybe the lasagna isn’t that good.” Yes blame the lasagna. That might work.

She smiled again and I knew there was no way out of this mess. “Sam. Sam…” and so it began. “Look. I’ve known you for how long now? Twenty? Twenty five years!?  Maybe more.. damn we’re getting old,” she sighed then added. “I know when something is bothering you my friend… so let’s hear it.. is it Claire?”

Danielle seldom asks me about my wife since I knew her more than twenty five years ago. And I usually don’t like to talk about Claire in her presence either. It isn’t fair to either of them. Claire and Danielle met once. That was a long time ago. I preferred they never do. This was one of a few times Danielle mentioned my wife by name.

I had no idea where to start. Do I even want to start?. “Yes. It’s has been a long time, my dear.” I tried not to start. “And you’re still as beautiful as the day we met.” I added and she chuckled. Yup. I was screwed.

“I love it when you lie to me Sam,” followed by a snicker. “You always put your hand on your head and push back your hair back when you do.” Damn. I didn’t know I did that. “It’s really cute.” She added.

“Am I that predictable ?”

“Oh no my darling, you’re an open book and I love to turn and twist those pages,” she replied. “It’s really fun.”

Now you see why I can never hide anything from this woman. “If you’re not going to finish your lasagna then let’s get out of here,” she finally said knowing she wasn’t going to get anything from me in this restaurant. “Come on. Let’s go home.”

This time home was her apartment. The restaurant was a walking distance to her place. My hotel was a few miles away. When we entered the flat she said, “next time you’re in London you should stay with me here.” She surprised me with that. “Samantha is in that boarding school and I have the apartment all to myself.” Again this was the first time she had offered to have me stay with her.  Before her daughter was born, Danielle used to entertain in her apartment. Of course I couldn’t bother her when she was working and she never asked me to stay with here when she did. So I never intruded on her privacy.

It has been more than a year since Danielle decided to send her daughter to that boarding school. Samantha only visits her mother on holidays or in summer. “You know I can’t intrude,” I replied. Suddenly she turned around and looked at me before we settled on the coach in her apartment. “No Sam.” She said. “You won’t be intruding. You know I haven’t invited anyone here for a long time.”

“Are you still ?” I regretted my idiocy the minute I asked that question.

Danielle is now past fifty and so was I. She still looks amazing for her age. A Firm figure, lovely green eyes that pierced your heart to the core, adorned with wrinkles that added grace and beauty to her soft silk face. Of course a few stretch marks and a little sag her and there but that did not mar the beauty of the soul. Still, I did not expect she was still an active member in her kind of business. When she smirked I knew I was going to regret what I just said.

“You know Sam,” the smirk turned to a smile. “You will be surprised how many people ask for a mature escort in our business.” Then she gave me a kiss to confirm she had forgiven me for my insolence. “Relax. I don’t entertain here anymore. I only do outcalls at the moment. And I’m not going to ask you to join me unless you want to.” She was almost about to chuckle seeing I hadn’t taken a breath after that kiss.

She walked to the sofa and slumped on the lush silk seat inviting me to come sit next to her, “come here, and tell me what is bothering you.” I had hoped she had forgotten about our conversation at the restaurant. Guess she didn’t.

I sat next to her in silence and she rested her head on my right shoulder. We stayed like that for a few minutes until I thought she had dosed off. We haven’t done that for a long time. She used to love sleeping on my shoulder when we were together. And I used to love letting her although in the morning I used to wake up with a numb arm. I never complained.

“How do you do it?” I asked. If I was going to get screwed I might as well get it over with.

“Do what Sam?”

“How do you still like to have sex?” I asked and prepared myself for the worse. Who the fuck in his right mind asks such a question to a lady? If she threw me out of her her apartment I wouldn’t be surprised. “Shouldn’t we be past being sexually active in our age?” If I wanted to die I could have put a knife in my head and finish it myself … but noooo I had to go and ask that stupid question to a lady whose life revolved around sex… I was prepared for the final blow to come.

Suddenly she put her hand on my pants between my legs and squeezed until I almost squealed. “Are you past being sexually active Sam?” She asked and my cock sprang to answer. “Ooo… I see you’re not.” Chuckling again. “So why are you asking?… it’s Claire isn’t it?”

I didn’t reply.

“It’s a natural progression in our age Sam, many women go through this, men as well,” Danielle tried to explain while still rubbing her hand outside my pants. “I’m sure you know that. Have you talked to her about it?”

“Yes we did.”

“And what is she doing about it?” Danielle asked.

“Nothing.”

“I’ve been there myself Sam,” Danielle continued. “My sexual drive dipped especially after Samantha. I did have her at an old age right before my menopause and that screwed my body a little.” She never told me anything about that. It was the first time I was hearing her confess.

“What did you do?”

Before she continued she pulled my zipper down and slipped her hand inside. “I saw a sex therapist and a urologist who gave me something to fix it.” Seeing her hand slithering inside my pants I figured she had a good therapist. “Sex is my life Sam,” she added. “Not only is it my livelihood. It’s what I live for. I love it but you know all that.”

“I know.” I squealed when she squeezed a little harder.

“I take it sex and Claire aren’t on good terms these days ?” She finally asked.

Danielle relaxed her grip to let me answer. “Sex and Claire have never been very good friends.” I stopped to think if I should continue to talk about my wife like that. Especially to Danielle. Maybe Danielle knew or maybe she didn’t. This is exactly why I never talk about Claire with Danielle. I never ever want to give Danielle the impression that I stayed friends with her because my wife was not giving me the sexual satisfaction that I crave for. Because that was never true. I stayed friends with Danielle because we were good friends. Sex was never a factor. Of course it was an added bonus. But it was never the case. So should I continue with my confession? When she pulled her hands out of my pants I didn’t have a choice.

“I never told you this before, did you know it took Claire almost two years to have the courage to touch my cock.”

Danielle sprang back and looked at me in surprise. She didn’t say anything but she wanted to know more. Only she never pushed. Leaving me to decide if I wanted to spill more. Now you know why she is my best friend?

“Yes it’s true. We had sex of course. My seven devils attest to that. However Claire was always  shy and uncomfortable about it and it broke her heart more than mine. I can feel she wanted to give me more but she didn’t know how to push herself to do so. And I couldn’t push her myself until we had our first fight.” I sighed looking into Danielle’s eyes to see if I should continue. “I don’t remember what our first fight was about. Marriage has its ups and downs. Whoever tells you it’s smooth sailing they’re idiots. Of course we were bound to come to blows on something or another. That’s how a marriage is suppose to be. But you compromise and you have make up sex to seal that compromise. And During that first make up sex she touched it.”

“Seriously?” Danielle could not keep her silence when she heard that.

“Yes seriously.” I replied and continued with my confession. “I had my first hand job two years into my marriage.”

“Seriously!” Danielle was very much surprised with all that. She could not comprehend how such a thing was even possible. For her a handjob was not even sex. It was an appetizer.


“Yes seriously.” I replied again and continued. “Well, You should have been there when we had our second fight.”

“Don’t tell me!”

“Oh yes,” I told her. “That was our first oral compromise. I remember it was almost ten years into our marriage. We almost came to a blow that couldn’t be fixed. I was in a bad state mentally. My life had no meaning to me anymore. Sex was a part of it, but there were many other things during that period in my life. It was a few years after I saw a Mila in that mall.”

“You mean Mila, your first lover?” Danielle asked in surprise. I never told her that story. Why would I. “You saw Mila again?” Now Danielle was intrigued.

“Yes and no. You know about Mila,” I replied. “However, that was not what led to that fight with Claire… although seeing Mila led me back to you…. Anyways, I’ll tell you all about seeing Mila some other time. I remember that time Claire and I did not talk for weeks. I even left the house and almost didn’t come back.”

“But you always spend half your time traveling for business so it’s normal for you to leave the house.”

“Yes it is. But I always talk to Claire. I talk to her every day. That time I did not for weeks. That almost broke our marriage to pieces.”

“What happened?”

“I love her, That’s what happened,” I said. “And she loves me even more. That is why we will never be apart no matter how many compromises we have to go through.”

“And…?!”

“And nothing,” I replied. “She came to the hotel I was staying at and we talked. That’s when the oral thing came up.”

“You mean you told her you were an oral expert.” Danielle snickered.

“No course not, I just told her I wanted us to try oral,” I continued my confession. “I wasn’t going to tell her I had tried it before. I’m not that stupid.”

I don’t think anything surprised Danielle after that but I was doing a good job at it. “I know what oral sex means to you Sam,” Danielle said. “But she must have realized you knew what you were doing. Heck I learned most of my oral skills from you when we were in college.”

That brought a smile to my face. She always knew how to lie to make me smile. “Yes, well, maybe she did or maybe she didn’t, but she didn’t say anything.” I continued to explain. “Anyway, after that big compromise we now practice oral sex every once in a while. She still isn’t too comfortable with it so I don’t push when she doesn’t want to give. I’ve gotten used to that. But now I’m afraid I might not survive our next compromise when it comes, and I feel it’s going to come very soon.”

Danielle was sitting next to me on the couch listing to me confess what was on my mind. When she realized I wasn’t going to spill more she surprised me by slipping down and kneeling between my legs. My zipper was already down but she unbuckled my belt and opened my pants wider to get to the cock. It was caught by surprise with that sudden move so it wasn’t ready for her.

“Shall we continue in the bedroom?” I asked hoping to give him more time to prepare.

“Shut up Sam,” Danielle snapped.

I’ve learned a long time ago not to argue with this woman. It’s useless. So I let her do what she wants even when I know it might kill me. It almost came to that a few times since I’ve known her. But I managed to survive up to now. So I just sat there watching an expert show me how things are done. She was amazing…

Oral is an art. It starts with a handjob and ends with blow. But very few understand how it is done. No two orals are the same. It all depends on the moment. It’s an ultimate lovers offering. Even when you are taking you are actually giving yourself into your partners. If you don’t comprehend that, than you know zilch about oral. And Danielle was the ultimate professional.

It didn’t take her much to make my cock as hard as it can be. Who am I kidding. I’m in my fifties hard isn’t what it used to be. But it’s acceptable to both sides. So I let the other side  play around smiling and looking into my eyes as she was doing it. When she was satisfied with her handy work it was her mouths turn to complete the job. The instant the tip of her tongue touched the tip of mine I felt an electric shock pass from the tip to my top. I almost came that instant. She knew it, so she took it slow. As I said she was an expert. I remember once she had me hard for hours and hours without letting me come. Alas that was a long time ago. This time I didn’t expect her to do that. She wanted to give me the oral I wasn’t getting much off. And she didn’t take long until I finish off in her mouth.

After I opened my eyes I looked up and saw her standing in front of me. “Now.., we can go to the bedroom,” she said. “I’m sure you’re dying to finish me off.”

Now you see why I can’t hide anything from this woman?