I feel comfortable enough to allow myself to open my legs for him to grant him access, even through my continued sobs. I feel him immediately enter, thrusting gently allowing me to clench his member with every sob.

After only a few min I feel him begin to stimulate me with a couple fingers, never removing his member. Between my sobs and his fingers its too much and I feel my body begin to tremble against my will as I finally reach the point of no return. I let my tired thighs and calves jiggle unrestrained.

I feel him slow his pace, even though I realize he hasn't reached the point yet. Instead he seems to be focused on my tears, wiping and kissing them as I continue to sob, rather than his own personal release (which I realize will happen eventually anyways).

As I finally feel my muscles begin to relax, I feel my calves jiggling in his hands and my thighs wobbling against his hips and quads finally making him reach the point of no return.

As he's finally coming down, I see him looking lovingly into my eyes as he brings his hands to my cheeks. I feel him delicately wiping the remaining tears from my cheeks as well as kissing the last of my streaks. I then feel him move his hands as he places them on my  thighs, grasping them and making them jiggle.

I give him a loving smile as I finally feel a bit of emotional release (from my crying episode). As much as I try to stay focused in the current moment I can't help but hope he'll have another episode himself (as although sex is a great release it seems he may need another emotional release soon due to his own unfortunate situation, but is focusing too much in my needs both physical and emotional to allow himself what he really needs).

As I'm smiling I hear my boyfriend telling me to never loose my smile as I look so beautiful. And how happy he was that he could make me smile like he did. He then gave my inner thigh a soft pat making it jiggle as we lay cuddling.

All of a sudden I feel a tear land on my cheek. I roll over slightly (as we were cheek to cheek)and notice tears slowly rolling from the outer corners of Jarrod's eyes. Without a word I place a gently, loving kiss on one of his tears just as it leaves his eye but before it has a chance to roll.

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I see a smile quickly forming on his face as soon as I break my kiss. I then feel him jiggle my thigh while simultaneously feeling his tent pushing against my inner thigh. I try to ignore his tent as I can tell how spent we both are; trying instead to focus on his tears as they continue to flow, slowly. (Does he also ignore his tent or does he try to initiate another round)?

I guess he wasn't as tired as I had thought as he shyly whispered "I can't believe how turned on I am getting by the caring, sensual way you are taking care of my tears."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Not that I wasn't extremely happy to hear it. In all the yrs I had been with my husband he never freely cried (at least in my presence) nor showed any sexual attraction/feelings toward tears (weather mine or his own).  This was completely new territory for me.

I could feel my heart beating faster as I leaned in and kissed another free flowing tear from the outer corner of his eye; this time also kissing an old already drying streak from the middle of his cheek.