0 comments/ 18745 views/ 0 favorites A Friendly Reunion By: Xerrik It was a fine summer day with the sun up high warming the suburbs to a toasty ninety degrees. James walked up to the door of Ellen's house and knocked. James and Ellen had been friends for as long as he could remember. They were both off from college for the summer and she had invited him over to hang out. She opened the door for him and waved him in, asking questions about college and life in general. Ellen was petite, 5'1" maybe, with straight black hair that would hang down to just below her shoulders if it were not in a ponytail. She wore her usual baggy T-shirt, one size too big, and a pair of athletic shorts that peeked out from below the edge of the shirt. Her bright green eyes stared at him from over her small, upturned nose. She gave him a quick hug then they sat on the couch. They talked for a bit, reaquainting themselves with each other. The room was extremely warm. Her air conditioning was out, she explained. It had broken while her parents were out of town and she didn't have the money to get it fixed herself. Then asked if he wanted to go for a swim, to cool off. "I would," James said, "but I didn't bring my suit. I forgot that you even had a pool." "That's ok, just swim in your boxers," said Ellen. "I'm going upstairs to change. I'll meet you outside." James stripped down to his underwear and went outside. Ellen came down five minutes later. James was pleasantly surprised. She was wearing a very small blue bikini. She twirled around, showing off. He noticed that the bikini bottoms were wedged between small plump ass cheeks. "How do I look?" She asked him. "Amazing," he gasped. "Really?!?" she exclaimed, running up to him and giving him a powerful, lingering kiss on his lips. "Thank you." Then she slipped passed him and jumped into the pool. He stood there for a moment, befuddled. Then her voice came from behind him, "Aren't you coming in?" He turned to see her small, bikini-covered breasts resting on the edge of the pool, the nipples just barely stretching the fabric. Then he saw her bright green eyes staring directly at his crotch. He quickly tried to hide the tent of his boxers from his oldest friend. His cheeks burned bright red. "Come on James," Ellen said, "it's not like I haven't seen a dick before. Take off your skivvies and let me see. You don't want to walk around in wet boxers anyway, do you?" He followed her instructions and pulled down his boxers. This revealed his seven-inch cock for her inspection. He was still bright red. "You look like you need some help with that," Ellen said. "Come here and sit down." James sat down on the edge of the pool. His legs dangled on either side of her. She grabbed his cock with one hand and started rubbing the entire length slowly. Her other hand found his balls and gently cupped them. "I learned a lot at college," she told him, then put her mouth around the head of his dick and started sucking it like a lollipop. Her tongue flickered over the top, making him moan. He entangled his fingers in her hair and pushed her down. She obliged him and slid her lips down over his shaft, licking as she went. She pumped up and down his cock, licking and sucking while following the guidance of his hand. "Mmmmm, girl," he moaned, "that feels great." Soon he felt himself tensing up. "I'm going to cum," he whispered. She took in most of his cock and swallowed the five bursts of cum he shot into her throat. She pulled off slowly, licking his softening dick. "You taste good, did you know that James?" she said, wiping the last of the oozing cum from the tip of his cock with a finger and licking it. "Mmmmm." James slid into the water, its coolness caressing his body. "Thank you," he said. "We have an unfair situation here though," he informed her. "I'm naked, and you got to eat cum. This is something we're going to have to fix. He undid the back of her bikini top and tossed it away exposing her B-cup size tits. They were pert round mounds of snow white flesh, each topped with a cherry red nipple about the size and hardness of a pea. He then pulled the bikini bottoms down around her knees and lifted her onto the poolside. Quickly, he removed the bottoms from her legs. He was now face to face with her glorious slit. With one hand he held apart the outer lips, exposing her beautiful pink pussy. He licked from the bottom to the top, then began sucking on her clit. She supported herself with one hand and started fondling a tit with the other, tweaking her nipple. He brushed her clitoris with his tongue. "Oh my God!" she moaned and moved her hand from her breast to his head, pushing him into her crotch. He kept licking, savoring the sweet taste of her pussy juice. She was soon writhing and moaning with pleasure. Each moan was music to his ears. His dick grew hard again. "Fuck me now!" she screamed. He pulled her down into the pool and pushed her to the wall. She caught him in a passionate kiss as he slowly pushed his cock up into her tight hole. Suprisingly, he did not encounter the resistance of a virgin he had expected from his friend. He pumped into her with long, powerful thrusts. James cock was surrounded by the pleasant moisture, heat, and tightness of her pussy. Both were grunting and moaning. Their breathing was heavy. His pace quickened. Her entire body tensed, then started quivering in an explosive orgasm. This was too much for James. He pushed as far in as he could. His cum spurted deep into her. They remained motionless for a moment. "I've been wanting to do that for three years," she whispered into his ear. He withdrew from her and led her out of the pool. "You could have asked, you know," he told her. "You are such a guy," she said, flashing him a smile. He still couldn't believe how good his childhood friend looked. Her naked, wet body shimmered in the sun as they walked back inside. "Shit!" he muttered as he saw the time. "What?" Ellen asked. "I got to get home and baby-sit my little brother," he replied. "Well, come back tomorrow. I have a friend I want you to meet. We can all hang out and watch a movie," she said. James didn't even hesitate before he said, "alright." A Friendly Reunion I forgot my purse. Maybe that's a bad place to start, but it's true. I simply forgot my purse -- and that's how it happened. I had run into an ex-boyfriend from high school earlier that day. We hadn't seen each other in years, so when he invited me to his place for a couple beers that evening I said yes. He had a wife, it turned out. She worked nights at a restaurant. My boyfriend was going out with the guys, so I was free. We agreed on eight, I told him I'd bring the beer. I arrived on time, as I always did. His wife was still there, getting ready for work, so I talked to her for a bit. I got to know her a little. She really wasn't his usual type. He likes them tall, slender, and with dark hair (like me). She was short, very round, and blonde. I guess it had to be the tits. Hers were huge. I couldn't stop staring at them. I had the urge to bury my head in them, or at least grab them a little. I refrained, but barely. A little before ten she went to work, and Mark and I settled down with our beers. We got to talking about everything over the last few years. Trying to remember why we had dated in the first place, or even broke up. Then he began to tell me about how his wife never wanted sex anymore. They had been married two years, and she had stopped touching him at all. Worse, he was pretty sure she was having an affair with a girl from her work. His wife was probably gay, and he couldn't leave her because he was a coward. I told him I thought that was sick and crazy. If I were married to him, I would never act that way. I would love him, and only him. "You really mean that don't you, Betty?" he asked, smiling at me in a way that always made my clit swell. I figured it was time to go. I had about three drinks in my system, I hoped I'd make it okay. But I had to get away from him before I did something stupid. We hugged, agreed to have coffee soon, and I was out the door. At my car, I reached to grab my keys and realized..... I forgot my purse. I had to go back into his house, so I did. I walked past him, explaining I was sorry and I'd just be a second. I turned to leave, he was standing so close behind me, I smiled, said bye again- then it happened. He pushed me against a wall and started kissing me. I moved my arms to push him away; he grabbed my hands and held them over my head. He was kissing me so deeply, I didn't know what to do, his mouth moved from mine and down my neck. One hand continued holding my wrists while the other explored my body. He grabbed my breasts, reached up under my skirt to grope my ass, and petted me through my panties. I was scared out of my mind, and yet more excited then I had ever been. Part of my mind was begging for him to fuck me. He had always been the best. He ripped open my shirt and his mouth began suckling my tits. He was licking my nipples, biting them, playing with them. He released my hands and guided one into his pants, wrapping my fingers around his cock and then guiding so I began to jerk him off. He then thrust his other hand under my panties and began toying with my clit and lips. My hips began to rock back and forth, I wanted to cum but not yet. I pulled my hand from his pants and began to undo his belt. I was shaking and fumbling a little so he had to help me. As his pants slid to the floor, I fell to my knees. I didn't know why I was doing this. A little voice in my head kept screaming He's married! He's married! Get out! But I couldn't. Instead, I took his full length into my mouth - toying with the tip of it first, rolling my tongue all over it, and even nibbling a little. Then I took it in; and let it sit there. I didn't suck or lick or anything, this was a game and he was going to play by the rules. He seemed to know what he was supposed to do because he began fucking my mouth. Slowly at first, then harder, as if he were trying to ram the whole thing down my throat. I finally began to suck it, rolling my tongue up and down his shaft as I did. When I could tell he was ready to cum, I stopped. He grabbed me and threw me on the couch, roughly spreading my legs apart, ripping off my panties, and immediately began to eat my already sopping pussy. He alternated from licking my clit and fucking me with his hands, to pushing his tongue inside me, I was already so aroused that it didn't take long for me to orgasm. Then he climbed up off his knees. Throwing my legs over my head, he joined me on the couch, and shoved himself roughly inside me. This was the first time I tried to protest. "No, your wife," I stammered, as began to hammer away in my pussy. "She won't be home until six," he breathed, pounding his cock harder and harder into me. He was hurting me a little, but the pain was only increasing my pleasure. His finger found my clit and he toyed with it while fucking me. Pinching it, rubbing it, even smacking it a little. As I came again, he pulled his dick out and used his fingers to spread my wetness down to my ass. I couldn't understand what he was doing until it was too late, and he pushed his dick hard and rough into my ass. I screamed, and tried to push him away, but he held me down and continued his thrusting. He moved his mouth to my tits and began sucking and biting on them. The pain subsided after a minute, and a wave of erotic pleasure washed over me. A few minutes, and I was coming again. In so many ways, this was rape, but it was turning into the best fuck I had ever had. Mark then moved me onto my stomach, so I was bent over the couch and began pounding me from behind. He was back inside my pussy now, and I almost missed the feel of him in my ass. Leaning forward, he whispered in my ear, "I'm not going to stop fucking you until she gets home. I want her to walk in and see us. Maybe she'll join, I don't know, but I don't give a shit. I'm going to fuck your pussy, and your ass, and your mouth until you can't move anymore. I'm going to do all the things to you she never lets me to do to her. I am going to use you to get back at that whore, and you are going to love ever fucking minute of it." He reached forward and began pinching my nipple. I took a deep breath, and then I flipped my self around. He was caught off guard and probably hurt a little from the way he was forced to exit. I pushed him on his back, pinned his hands to the floor with my feet, and sat on him with him deep inside me. I began rocking back and forth, hard. He began to swell again. I clamped my pussy down tight around his cock, so he would have no choice but to blow. "I...don't...fucking...think...so," I screamed as he exploded in me. I came all over him one last time. I climbed off him, grabbed my purse and my panties, and ran out of there. I was half way home, and my phone let out the familiar beep that I had a text message. I checked it at the next stoplight. It was from Mark. It simply said, "Marry me." A Friendly Reunion The bar was overly crowded, smoky and loud. But, what else was there in the town for a thirty five year old single man to do? James sat on the barstool looking into the beer he had been nursing for over an hour and sighed. "What am I doing here?" he thought to himself "I'm not young anymore and these places just end up depressing me." HIs mind drifted back a few hours to the point at which he had lost the argument with his friend Robert. "Rob I really don't think going to the bar would be a good idea, I have a lot of paperwork to finish before tomorrow. If I don't get it done none of my employees will get paid this week." James said to the overly critical looking man who stood in front of the desk in the small office he occupied. "Look James I have known you for what? Thirty four years now?" The shaggy head shook side to side as Robert chided him. "I know you're still hurting from Janette leaving you. But! It really is time you got out and away from this stuffy office. You need some time outside of work." "Rob I really appreciate the offer but I am not in the mood. Besides its cold out tonight and all the young guys and girls will be going to try and find a warm body for the night. I am too old for the bar now." "Too old? Shit my friend if you're old then what am I?" Robert said hands outstretched. "I am nearly three years older than you, and as for the warm body comment. You of all people need a warm body to comfort you tonight. It's been what five; maybe six years since Janette left you for that rich asshole from New York?" The pained expression in James' eyes made Robert shudder from his blunt assessment of his friend's tragedy. "I'm sorry James, but you need to come out of that fortress you have built and meet with people again. Who knows maybe you will actually have fun for once." "I have fun!" James protested. "Wasn't the golf outing to Myrtle Beach fun Robert? I didn't hear you complaining while we were there." His eyes were locked on his friend daring him to deny he had fun. James knew that Robert had met up with a pair of girls at a nightclub there. He knew because he could hear them through the wall of his hotel room as his friend brought them both to shrieking ecstasy time and again. With a shaking head and a slightly pained look in his eyes Robert said softly. "James my friend that was over two years ago. You have spent the last six years since Janette left here in the office or at home in a truly depressing funk. You are coming out tonight if I have to drag you out." The finality of that statement sounded like a death knell to James, but he nodded with resignation. So like a good friend James sat at the bar while Robert flirted outrageously with a twenty something blonde. He noted the blonde looked a great deal like the office assistant he had just hired. If that was the case she had just turned twenty one and he knew her father quite well. Her short skirt and nearly see through black top showed off her ample breasts and her nice, all be it flattish bottom. With a shake of his head and another look into the still unfinished beer James began another delving into his memory. He was twenty when had first met Janette. She was a hazel eyed beauty he had met while attending college out of state. Her light laugh and sincere smile drew him instantly. James remembered the first night they had spent in each other's arms. She had been dressed for a formal dance, a beautiful scarlet dress that cascaded down her body. Her shoulders were bare and her tanned skin drew James' eyes and heart like no woman ever had. No one could say that James looked like a slob either. His suit was of a pale grey and looked very elegant. James always looked good in a suit. They had danced the night away with reckless abandon, laughing and enjoying the closeness of each other. When the time came for them to depart they wandered slowly to her apartment just off campus. James held her tight as he planned to make his goodnight and leave her to return to his own dorm room. "Stay with me tonight James." The words still sounded sweet in his memories. "I want you to stay with me tonight and forever" Her eyes were filled almost with tears as her words flooded out. Without a word of protest or acceptance James followed her to her apartment. Once inside the door however the mood changed from the somber proclamation of love to one of pure young lust. James pinned her to the wall just inside the door and kissed her ruby lips with an almost animal need. Janette's lips were soft, sweet, and inviting. She parted them and sought his tongue for that most intimate of kisses. Long they stayed in that embrace, his body pinning her to the wall and her arms flung around his shoulders. The heat between them was nearly stifling as they broke from the kiss to stare in each other's eyes. He knew what she wanted of him and Janette knew her body would bring about his own pleasure. She took James' hand and quickly led him to the bedroom. Once inside she pushed him playfully onto her large bed. His smile was filled with love and joy as he watched her swirl in a dance just for him. The crimson dress looked even more beautiful to James as Janette slowly unzipped it from the back and slid out of it. With a whisper the dress feel to the floor in circle surrounding the beautiful woman he had desired for months. Her tiny frame was there for him to behold. A smallish red strapless bra held her pert breasts up. James continued to look over his beautiful Janette. Down her body his eyes fell, her flat stomach was as golden as the rest of her skin; her tight bottom was covered with a pair of red silk panties. Down and down his vision slid, her legs were covered in that most lust inducing item, silk thigh high stockings covered the perfect curves of her legs. Her tiny feet were still in her four inch red heels. With a nearly audible gasp James stood and moved to her, enfolding her in his warm embrace as his lips once again found hers. Her tiny hands worked at the belt at his waist as they continued to kiss. With a flourish she zipped his belt loose and then tossed it aside. The girlish giggle that followed made James even happier. The gasp that followed though dismayed him, without knowing why James looked down to see his pants around his ankles and his boxers bulging quite a ways out. Janette stood staring at him her hands to her mouth. "My gods James!" Janette exclaimed "I mean. I mean you never. Told me." her voice was wavering between shock, horror and total excitement. With a bit of a blush James spoke softly "I am sorry Janette it just never seemed to come up in conversation." His hands moved to remove his boxers. Might as well show her so as to get it out of the way James thought. A second gasp escaped her throat as she reached out and touched his member with delicate but shaking hands. Janette slowly caressed his manhood examining the length and size of it. She looked up into James' face and smiled wide. A smile almost wicked with delight. Later in life James would remember that smile and it would crush him as he walked in on her and the man from New York as she was stroking his penis. "It is lovely James, so large and thick." She whispered as she stroked his now raging hard on. James found his hands also seeking something to touch. Slowly his fingers slid into her silky panties and brushed gently on her downy hair. Without knowing why he did it he kisses Janette again as he slide a finger into her very moist pussy. Her moan was trapped in the kiss as she shivered. She squeezed his rock hard cock to let James know not to stop. Again and again his finger dipped into her, rubbing her satin inner walls. His lips parted as he whispered to her. "I want you, I need you Janette" Her eyes sparkled as his hands gently laid her onto the bed. She unfastened her bra and tossed it at him then giggled again as her stocking clad foot rubbed up his leg to his penis. The bra would have hit James had he not been quick and dodged; her foot however was a distraction he had not anticipated. He smiled wide but did not slow as his shirt came free, buttons flying here and there as he removed it with a single jerk. "Take me James, make me your own" Janette spoke as he moved closer, hands stopped on her panties. A lump crawled, spiderlike, into James' throat. He could only nod as he pulled her panties down and off her stunning body. What came next shocked Janette to her core with the sheer ecstasy of it. Wordlessly James sunk to his knees and dragged her body close. His tongue, warm and wet began an exquisite search of her labia. Her legs trembled at his touch. She looked down with her hazel eyes into his own. She had never noticed that light blue haze around his grey eyes before; it was as if she looked into the eyes of an angel. She rethought that as James' tongue delved into her now dripping pussy. "More like a devil, a very very sensual devil" she thought through the waves of pleasure his tongue was bringing about in her body. James took to her body like a man starved for a decade. Her scent filled his nostrils and his tongue could not get enough of her taste. Again and again he delved his tongue deep into her wet folds. Her moans and shivering driving him onward as his finger found that secret button that drives all women to the peaks of passion and desire. His tongue dipped in deep as those naughty fingers of his rubbed and rolled Janette's clit in a slow rocking circle. James was rewarded with a deep shudder and a moan that filled the room. She couldn't contain the flood of ecstasy building inside her. Without warning it burst, crashing like thousand waves in her mind. Her scream of pleasure as her hips lifted up to James' tongue would have woken anyone within a mile, had they cared to listen. The intensity of her orgasm caused Janette to see stars, millions and millions of them, across her vision. Her body was numb with the pleasure of afterglow. Never before had she felt this kind of feeling. Oh she had had orgasms before, James was aware she was not a virgin. But this, a shudder filtered through her body, was amazing. Her pussy tingled and throbbed as she realized that James had never stopped his attention. Through all that ecstasy and the flood of her pussy juices he had continued to attend to her. His eyes sparked a deeper blue now, curious that his eyes had changed color again. Her body came down from the highest peaks and she caressed his hair as he licked her clean. "I think I will defiantly keep you." She spoke with a soft chuckle. HIs eyes twinkled as he moved up beside her, his fingers now tracing small circles on her flat stomach. James was jolted from his memories. A feminine voice was speaking to him, and he could feel a fingertip tapping his shoulder. He turned to see a stunningly beautiful woman standing just beside his chair. Her face looked slightly familiar, but he shook off that notion. "Excuse me?" The voice was soft, husky, and seemed too filled with all the things James missed about a woman. James shook himself free of another memory building inside him. "Oh, Um, Yes?" He stammered. "Sorry was lost in thought" "I was asking if anyone was sitting here." The woman gestured to the barstool beside James. "Oh, No, no one is sitting there. Please feel free and take it." He said in his deep voice. He watched her as she proceeded to take the stool beside him. She was not short nor tall, her frame was slight though, not a thinness of sickness but one of natural tone. He believed Robert once called women like this waifish, but her look was not anorexic. James knew the term was fit, or even trim. This beautiful woman, though slight had all the curves of womanly attractiveness and ample breast to match. Wonder of wonders, this was the epitome of what James had wanted his entire life. His mind spun with lustful thoughts, but like the gentleman he was he pushed them aside and extended his hand to the woman. "Hello my name is James; sorry about before I was lost in a thought. I hope I didn't seem rude." He spoke with a smile not only on his face but one in his voice. If Robert hadn't left with that young blonde girl twenty minutes ago he would have rejoiced to hear that voice from his old friend. "Hello James my name is Melissa, nice to meet you. Oh, and no I wasn't offended." Her voice was still filled with warmth and husky desires. James shivered involuntarily as her soft hand took his in a friendly shake. "I was worried you might be drunk or maybe passed out with your eyes open. I have seen it happen you know and it is very odd" Melissa said with a chuckle. "Oddly this is the only beer I have had all night." James said holding up his still half full mug. "I am not much of a drinker anymore. I think those days have slipped by me." His smile was genuine and his eyes spoke volumes to her. She returned his smile and nodded her agreement. "It does happen as we get older. I was a bit of a wild one when I was in my teens." Her features puckered into an expression of self rebuke. But, the look lasted for but a moment as she continued on. "I don't indulge that way anymore myself. I will leave that to the younger people." "Younger people? My dear lady I cannot believe you are more than twenty two yourself." James said knowing that his lie was as obvious as the age that shown on his own face. "I would be surprised if you were barely out of college." "You are very kind, blind as a bat, but kind James. I am thirty five this month and I am proud of every year of that thirty five." her eyes had a sparkle as she stated her age humbly. James' mind began to roll as he thought over all the people in town that he grew up with and were his own age. He looked the woman over again as she spoke to the bartender. She was striking and he knew he should know her. Her body was accentuated by the semi short leather skirt she wore. Her breasts were large but not so hefty as to be grotesque. It was her face that struck James the most. He knew she looked memorable but he could not put his finger on where he had seen her. The Melissa turned at that point and looked into James' eyes. Her radiant blue eyes were nearly sparkling in the half light of the bar's shoddy illumination. "So James, tell me what do you do for a living?" She said, her voice sounding like an angel to his ears. "Me? Well I run a construction firm here in town. Hells I run the only construction firm for forty five miles. The darn thing has been in my family for decades now. I took over when my father passed." He said with a little catch in his throat when speaking of his late father. "I am sorry to hear about your father James. He was a good man." She spoke solemnly. His mind reacted quickly to that comment. How had she known his father was a good man? He studied her for a moment. His gaze taking her all in. Her auburn hair cascading down her shoulder. The deep rich hazel of her eyes. Even the way her fingers toyed with the straw in her drink. He could stand it no longer, puzzles like this tended to bring out the worst in James and he blurted out suddenly, "Melissa do I know you? I mean you are not a local from the town. Yet, somehow I feel I have met you somewhere. Though I am sure it seems insulting a man not remembering such a lovely lady like yourself. But, I cannot seem to put my finger on the fact I feel we have met before." The words spilled out quickly but without malice. The looks she gave him was one of gentle reproach and she leaned in close. Her lips seemed soft as they parted, red as a rose and twice as delicate, and she whispered one single word. "Issa" and that is all she said as she leaned back, a self satisfied smile on her face. It took James a few seconds to rifle through his memories. He had known a few women in his adult life but none named Issa. His brain whirled and had it not been for his skull he thought it would pop out. Then a memory as old as dust struck his mind. Issa a girl he had known when he was just ten years old was named Issa. Well to be sure it was more Melissa then the nickname he and the other kids had used back then. But it could not be. The girl he knew was a tomboy, a local ruffian like him, not this lovely woman sitting next to him. He shook his head as he looked at her and the visions merged. His eyes became like two twinkling sapphire stars as the full realization hit him. She looked at him with a very lovely wide smile. She had thought his mind had become fuddled over the years. "I mean it's been twenty five years since he has seen me" Melissa thought wryly. Her wink took him slightly off guard and she laughed a rich throaty laugh. This was more fun then she had anticipated when she had made arrangements to come back to the old town for a long overdue visit. "Issa? You have. Changed" James said his eyes wandering her body again. "I mean not in a bad way. But I remember you as a scrawny, dusty, rebellious, tomboy. When did you turn into such a" he stumbled over the words. "Lady? Woman? Misses?" Issa replied with a bit of mocking in her voice. "I see you haven't changed all that much. I noticed Robert here as well. You two were always thick as thieves when you were younger." Her smile was deep and warm again. With a soft chuckle laugh James leaned in and whispered to her. "If I were you I would stay away from him. He's become like his old man and tries to bed every woman that walks into the bar, or even any woman who wander by him in town. I wouldn't let Robert know who you are either he might try to put a frog down your underwear like when you were nine." "I see" She said with a twinkle in her eye "I am glad you still remember that day. I hope you also remember it was you who got the frog out of there not me. I screamed a lot at that prank. As for old Rob I think I am not his type. I saw the little trailer trollop he left with. He was always like his father in that respect, always trying to get in a girls panties." Her smile turned sour and she shook the memories of Robert's dad and his rude, often sexual comments to her mother out of mind. "So are you here to follow in your friend Robert's footsteps? Are you on the prowl for some ragged trailer trash?" Her words had a slight edge to them and James knew he was walking on shaky ground with his long lost friend. "No in fact I fought not to come here tonight." James said defensively. "I don't much get out now a days. I have sunk myself into the business ever since my wife left me five years ago." even the words stung when he spoke them. Everything about that day hurt. Janette's betrayal was firmly etched into his mind. He saw her again her legs astride that man from the city. Her moans filling the room as she ground her hips down onto him. He could even see her gaping pussy taking the man's thick cock. He felt a passing shiver of hatred for his ex-wife and her secret lover. Now for some reason he found a need to tell someone everything. He looked at his long lost friend and with a lump in his throat he explained to her, he told her everything. Issa had been watching James as he told her how his wife had cheated on him. How she belittled him in front of his family at the divorce proceedings. How she had trumped up charges of abuse and neglect and took fully three quarters of his money before leaving with her lover. The pain shown in James' eyes as he told her about catching the two having sex in his marital bed. How she had ridiculed him for being less a man then her lover. He even started to choke a little as he told her about the downward spiral his father took after his ex-wife had sued him and nearly bankrupted the family business. Issa's heart nearly broke as she listened to him explain how he had to bury his father by himself and how his drive to keep the family business had been the only thing sustaining him these last six years. With a comforting hand she reached out and touched his shoulder. That simple gesture from an old friend was enough to bring James' to tears.