2 comments/ 18669 views/ 1 favorites Dream Job Ch. 01 By: shinesooosexy Taylor wrung her hands nervously as she sat in the reception area, waiting her turn to meet the man who could make or break her career. She was 15 minutes early to interview for a job as the personal assistant of Jerome Mills, the most high-powered executive in town, and she didn't want to mess it up. She wore her hair down, with a grey jacket and pencil skirt that hugged her curves, tight enough to compliment her ass with a bright-colored low cut silk top that looked conservative enough for an interview but showed off her 36D chest. Taylor liked looking professional and put together, but also wanted to look sexy, especially for Jerome—she'd been following his career ever since his photos first began appearing in newspapers and magazines years earlier, and was a great admirer of how he built up his business. She fantasized about learning from him and building a similar business of her own, and it was all she could ever talk about with her friends ... what she didn't tell them, though, is that she also thought he was incredibly hot, too. As her mind drifted to Jerome's irresistible smile and how sexy he looked in the photos of him hung up around the office posing with various trend setters, the door to his office suddenly opened and the man himself came outside. Stay cool, Taylor, she reminded herself. Jerome scanned the room until his eyes met hers, and her heart skipped a beat—this was it. And damn, it was going to be hard. How was she gonna stay professional if he was looking that good? "You must be Taylor," he said, his eyes meeting hers for a long time. Was it her, or did his eyes move down her body? The way he took his time sizing her up, letting his gaze linger just a little bit longer at the little bit of cleavage exposed under her blouse, made her tingle. Damn, he's even sexier in person, she thought. "Hi—yes, I'm Taylor. It's so nice to meet you, Mr. Mills," she said. "Please, call me Jerome," he said with a laugh at her formality. "Don't let the suit fool you, we keep it real casual around here even though we do serious business." Getting up from her seat, Taylor followed Jerome into his office, which was decorated with dark wood and featured an amazing view of the Manhattan skyline. The office smelled like a faint mix of leather, cigars and his aftershave, and it was turning her on. "Please take a seat, Taylor," he said. "I apologize, I was tied up in a meeting this morning and am just looking over your resume more closely now." Taylor nodded and looked on as he scanned the paper with her name at the top. When she saw the job ad for his company a week ago and realized it an opening to be his executive assistant, it had been a dream come true. She didn't have a lot of experience working as an assistant but she knew she just HAD to get the job, and that she would do anything to prove herself. But now, sitting across from Jerome and seeing his muscular build, his commanding and yet easygoing demeanor and those sexy lips, he was looking so good she couldn't keep her mind on the job. The room felt hotter and hotter as she wondered how it would feel to be touched by the man she'd admired from a distance for so long. "I'll be honest," Jerome said, looking up from her resume and fixing his gaze on her again. "My last assistant was a great manager, but she wasn't my type and I'm looking for someone who can fill a more ... robust role in my business; a personal assistant who thinks like me and can help me run this company, but who ... will really assist me with all of my needs." Taylor was speechless. Raising his eyebrows, Jerome said, "I understand if you're not interested, but looking at your resume and seeing you here now, I think you are exactly what I've been looking for and I really hope you'd still like the job." It sounded like what Jerome wanted was an assistant ... with benefits. The idea of working for him and learning from but also connecting with him physically was like a fantasy, she felt her black lacey panties get damp as she got wet just from the thought of it. As she contemplated, Jerome leaned back in his leather chair and folded his hands over his crotch, where Taylor could see a growing bulge. It was as if he was confident in what her answer would be, like he already knew that underneath her polished appearance she was really a freak, just like him—it was so fucking sexy. "Mr. Mi—I mean Jerome, I am a really hard worker and would be an asset to your company," Taylor said, trying to remember the pitch she'd worked on for hours in preparation of meeting him. But it was useless, she wanted him so badly she couldn't concentrate, so she gave in. Taylor stood up from her chair and took slow, deliberate steps around Jerome's mahogany desk, her six-inch patent leather heels clicking on the floor as she unbuttoned her jacket and let it slip off her shoulders. "I mean will do ANYthing you need ..." she breathed, getting closer, now standing just inches away from the man of her dreams. "I think I can gain a lot from this experience, too." Cocking her head to the side, she raised her eyebrow and asked, "What do you think?" That was enough for Jerome. He shot up from his leather chair, grabbed Taylor by the waist and pushed her against the desk, their lips locking in an urgent, passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around him and brought him closer, pushing her hard nipples into him to show him how turned on she was. She could feel his dick grow even harder under his pants, causing her to moan in anticipation. "So you want to be my assistant?" he growled into her ear, hiking up her tight skirt. Moving her panties aside he felt the juices flowing from her and groaned. "Mmm...I think that means yes." Jerome slid one finger into her tight pussy, then two, as Taylor could only throw her head back and moan a "Yessssss....I want to..." In agreement. His lips moved from her ear down to her neck, where he nibbled as his other hand unbuttoned her blouse and moved it aside, exposing her beautiful round breasts. Pulling her bra down, Jerome's mouth then moved to her nipples, which he sucked mercilessly as he finger fucked Taylor. She was writhing as she leaned back on the edge of the desk, so close to cumming right there, just from his touch. Before she could reach the edge of an orgasm Taylor pushed Jerome to step back and down so he sat in back in his chair. Removing her shirt, she sank to her knees between his legs and unzipped his pants, letting his cock spring free so she could lick him all the way from the base to the tip before putting all of it into her mouth. MMMMmmmm she thought ... he tasted so good, she began working her tough, swirling it as she sucked. Jerome grabbed a handful of Taylor's hair and relished in the feel of her mouth going up and down his shaft, enjoying every sensation. This was exactly what he needed, but he would get more of later—he wanted to feel what it was like inside that pussy. Without hesitation Taylor saw that Jerome wanted more and climbed onto him in the chair, her shaved pussy now dripping wet and ready for him to fill her. Her body melted onto his so naturally, her legs straddling him on both sides as she eased herself onto his dick slowly, savoring every inch as he entered her tight walls. He filled her so perfectly, it was like she was made for this very moment. "Mmmmmmmmmm....Jerome...you're filling me up so deep..." she murmured as she impaled herself on his throbbing manhood. "Fuuuuckkkkkkkk..." Jerome groaned as she sank down onto him. He let let her come down on him slowly, getting used to his size inch by inch, before grabbing her hips and thrusting up into her hot, wet folds, unable to hold back any longer. He needed to take her NOW. Jerome leaned back in his chair, bracing himself as he fucked Taylor so hard her breasts bounced gloriously before his eyes, begging to be sucked. He continued thrusting into her, up and down, up and down as he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard, then the other, sending her voice higher and higher. "Shhhh...." he said, reminding his sexy new assistant--whose back was now arched as she bounced on top of him--that her escalated moans could be heard by others in the office. He'd been looking forward to a willing assistant, but hadn't prepared to find out in the interview just how willing she really was. He couldn't believe his luck, finding someone with such great professional credentials who was obviously as into sex as he was. "MMMmmmm yea put it on me, baby," she said, now taking over the momentum and swiveling her hips and massaging his dick as it was buried deep inside her. "I'm...so......close......" she said, closing her eyes and throwing her long, black hair back, when suddenly he felt her spasms, like a flood of heat as she reached her first orgasm. It was a beautiful sight to behold. But Jerome wasn't done yet. Getting up, he threw off the remaining pieces of clothing he was wearing and switched the positions of their bodies, which were now glistening with sweat, from enjoying each other. Getting behind his new assistant, he made her kneel on the chair she just rode him in. Taylor leaned onto the back of the chair, facing his floor-to-ceiling windows and his spectacular view of the city, and their faint reflection as he roughly entered her from behind and started pounding her perfectly shaped ass. Sticking his finger in her mouth to muffle her cries of ecstasy, Jerome used his other hand to grab one of her tits as he pounded her over and over again, harder and deeper with each thrust, as they both watched their reflection in the window, with the backdrop of an almost-setting sun. Burying his cock all the way to the hilt, pulling out, then hitting it over and over....it felt so good he was close to exploding but wanting to hold on for just a few more moments of ecstasy as her tight pussy enveloped him. Jerome then took his finger out of Taylor's mouth and grabbed her other tit for leverage so he could hit it harder and faster as she moaned..."Oh. God. I'm. Cumming....again.........ahhhhhhhh!" and he felt another rush as she came even harder than the first time, milking his dick inside her sweet pussy, her body spasming as she was hit by wave after wave of pleasure. Just then, Jerome was ready too, and pulled out just in time to spray ropes of cum all over her back, getting some into her jet black hair. It was harder than he'd cum in a long time, and it kept cumming, even as Taylor turned around and took him into her mouth again, wrapping her lips around him and sucking hard like she wanted every drop, sucking with all her might until he collapsed on the chair beside her, completely spent. He watched as she swallowed it all and licked her lips, then licked his cock, cleaning every last drop off of him like it was a lollipop. This would be the beginning of a beautiful working relationship. Dream Job Ch. 02 A month after the move to Sacramento, Bailey was stepping out of the shower when she saw her reflection in the mirror and it disturbed her. Her once lithe, hard body was out of shape and she wanted her figure to look stunning for Jay. I need to get back in the gym, she said to herself. Every morning, Monday to Friday, she dropped Christopher off with her parents and spent an hour exercising before work. She hit the treadmill and weight machines with a vengeance. But, her progress was slow, a result of the pregnancy. Bailey's relationship with Jay hadn't improved but counseling was still a big part of their lives. She resolved to find a way to make her marriage work but it was much more difficult than she realized. However, it was a small miracle that Jay was still with her and she refused to give up hope. Jay was living under the same roof but in a separate room. He could be moody and withdrawn for long periods of time. Daria, the new therapist in Sacramento, had recommended anti-depressants but Jay refused to take them. His bond with Bailey's son Christopher was the one bright spot in his life. Bailey hoped for some intimacy with Jay because her physical need was growing. But she was kidding herself, if she didn't think it was going to be a long arduous process. The same problem kept popping up in therapy. His memories of her and Andre' fucking by the pool and the photos that Jordan had showed him. With the Christmas holiday approaching, Bailey realized that it was nearly six months since her return to Sacramento. Her commitment to exercise honed her figure to a sleek, defined appearance. Sometimes, she fantasized about throwing herself on top of Jay and raping him. With her muscular body, Bailey knew she could. Jay had lost a lot of weight and was thin, very thin. His loss of appetite was directly related to the turmoil in their lives. He hid his feelings of inadequacy and inferiority from Bailey because he was deathly afraid of intimacy with her. In his mind, he believed he could never measure up to Andre' or even begin to satisfy her sexually. But, Jay didn't know that Bailey was innately aware of his feelings. Her love for him had grown stronger and part of that was her physical need for him. Years had passed since they shared an intimate moment and she was aching to make love to her husband. **** On a quiet Sunday, with Christopher at his grandparents, Bailey wanted to hold and cuddle with Jay, to continue the process of healing and reconnecting. He still shied away from any advances she made toward him but she was a patient woman. She hadn't seen him since breakfast and wondered where... Bailey walked down the hall to his bedroom and directly opposite was his bathroom. She could see the light was on and figured Jay was shaving or showering or... She didn't want to burst in on him, so she slowly turned the knob and opened the door part way... What Bailey saw surprised her and mortified the hell out of Jay. He was seated on the toilet lid, his boxers around his ankles, wanking his johnson to an issue of Penthouse. She just stared at him and closed the door. Bailey waited for Jay to come out. Awful pangs of remorse throbbed in her heart. This was her fault. He should be masturbating with images of her in his head not some pictures in a men's magazine. She had reduced the man she loved to a pathetic sexual state. When it was obvious he wasn't budging, Bailey knocked softly. "Jay...honey...come out...please." Her voice was soothing. A minute later, the door opened and a very sheepish Jay with his head down walked into Bailey's open arms. As she held him, she felt his ribs against her and realized how painfully thin her husband had become. They sat on the end of Jay's bed and he was literally shaking. Bailey's heart ached to see him like this and she gently rocked him. "Don't be embarrassed, I know it's been a long time for you," Her voice was reassuring. To have Bailey find him squeezing one out was humiliating to Jay but she was holding him tenderly and it felt comforting in her arms. When he rested his head against her shoulder, she gently stroked his face. Bailey wanted to take him and make love to him. Slick moisture crept into her pussy and she wanted to fuck his brains out right then and there. She was keenly aware that she could give him the kind of sexual pleasure that Andre had given her. "Can I make you something to eat? You barely ate any breakfast." "Yeah, ok." Jay followed her into the kitchen but his eyes followed her firm heart shaped ass as it swayed in her tight shorts. She caught him looking and wiggled it for him. While Bailey was busy preparing an omelet, he watched her move, the way she whipped the eggs and poured them into a hot pan. God, she's so sexy he thought. Her bare mid-riff tee shirt, showing her flat tummy, brown hair plaited in a French braid, green eyes twinkling with mischief. She was turning him on. For the first time in a long time he was able to look at her as a sexual being. Bailey was aware of the change in him. Jay wanted her, she could tell and it thrilled her. When she placed the omelet in front of him, he smiled at her. "Thanks Bailey," he said, and the gratitude in his voice moved her. Jay was eating heartily and it pleased her but she made a resolution to get him into the gym because he needed to build some muscle. Seated across from , Jay covered her hand with his and tenderly squeezed while he ate. His shorts had tented and he didn't know how he was going to stand up. Bailey cleared the empty plate. "Can we cuddle for awhile?" She asked coyly. Jay nodded his head but he looked very sheepish. Bailey got up and walked out of the kitchen and was in the hall when she realized Jay wasn't behind her. "Jay? Honey? Where are you?" Jay walked toward her with a magazine held in place over his crotch. Bailey gazed at him curiously until she realized the significance. She waited for him in her bedroom and smiled broadly when he came in the door. Bailey lay on the bed on her side and held her arms out for him. Jay moved tentatively to join her and dropped the magazine. With his body against hers, she moved her thigh making contact with his hard on. Bailey couldn't help herself and rubbed her thigh along his erection. She heard Jay softly moan and she had the overwhelming desire to kiss him. But, when Bailey lowered her mouth to his, she saw it. The shadow, the ghost of Andre' passed over his eyes and he looked away. Immediately, Jay's hard on subsided and a crushing sense of futility enveloped Bailey. She started to cry and it was impossible for her to hold back the deluge of tears. God is punishing me, she thought, I can't have the man I love. Bailey wept, her heart bereft. Never in a million years would she have thought that the cost of her sex romps with Andre' would be so high. She had foolishly pursued her sexual desires at the expense of all that she held near and dear. Her marriage was an empty shell, a marriage in name only, hanging on by a thread. "Bailey...please don't cry...please...sweetheart...we'll work it out..." Jay was holding Bailey, stroking her back and trying to soothe her as she bawled her head off. His eyes filled up and his heart hurt for her. He kissed her cheeks and tasted her salty tears. "No! No! He'll always be there between us, I just know it!" she cried mournfully. Bailey was sobbing in his arms and Jay wept too. They had lost something precious and couldn't reclaim it. "I want you Jay...but I can't have you..." her heart was desolate. He didn't know what to say to her. Finally all the shedding of tears ended, the emotions played out. Bailey gazed down at Jay with a serious expression. "I want you to think about dating." she said, her demeanor was totally sincere. "What! Why would I do that?" he declared. "So you can find someone, fall in love and start a family..." "I can't do that..." his voice was clear. "Why? Why not?" she asked "Because Bailey...I love you," he said, his voice was tender. Bailey stared down at him in disbelief. "I never really stopped loving you...well...there were several times when I did but...now, this very moment, I love you..." Bailey saw in his eyes that he was truthful. A veil lifted from her soul and she kissed him with a passion that eclipsed any kiss they ever shared. The sensation of her body on top of his was appealing to Jay but he realized that with his weight loss, he only outweighed Bailey by a few pounds. Her hard muscular body felt very heavy and he was having a hard time catching his breath. "Bailey...I can't...breathe..." he croaked. "Oh! Sorry." She moved to her side. Bailey still couldn't believe what she heard him say and hoped it wasn't just a dream and she would wake up any second. "Would you say it again?" she asked very shyly. "What?" "You know..." and she nudged his side. Jay hadn't seen Bailey this happy for ages. "I love you Bailey." His eyes filled with tears. In a sense, Bailey felt like they were starting all over again. She wanted him so badly it hurt and an overwhelming desire to rape her husband coursed through her body. However, she wisely declined to do so. But, the shadow, the ghost from her past haunted Jay and the problem wasn't going to go away anytime soon. He was nursing a deep hurt that Bailey had caused but he loved her and he was clueless as to why. **** With a toddler around, the only private time Bailey and Jay had to themselves was Sunday afternoons when Christopher was with his grandparents. The next Sunday, Bailey had her period but she could have cared less. If Jay even hinted he wanted her, she would have screwed him no matter what. They were holding each other and Jay was stroking Bailey's hair. Because it was a warm day, Jay was attired in a pair of boxer shorts and she saw that his arms looked like twigs that she could easily snap. His chest actually looked sunken and it alarmed her. Jay felt inadequate beside her. Bailey looked very hot, hard bodied and sexy while his body resembled the denuded branches of a tree. She was wearing a tank top and no bra with her nipples poking the fabric. He realized how much he missed fondling them and kissing them. No wonder Andre' wanted her, he thought. Bailey saw Jay gazing at her breasts and it excited her. But, abruptly he looked away with a hangdog expression. This time it wasn't the shadow of the past, she was sure of that. "Jay...honey...what's wrong?" "I...ah...you see, you have a beautiful body and me...I'm pathetic..." "Monday morning you're going to the gym with me. I'll train you myself. In six months, you'll be a stud...no question!" "You would do that for me?" he asked. Bailey held him close, her heart throbbing with emotion. "Of course my darling, I love you," she said, and hot tears invaded her eyes. Jay's head was against her chest and he nuzzled a breast, eliciting sighs from Bailey. But, he stopped and she saw that look on his face as the ghost of Andre' loomed large between them. The very real possibility that sex with Jay might never happen, caused her heart to ache and she fought the panicky feeling. Monday morning, Jay and Bailey with Christopher in a car seat, drove to her parents house. Christopher wanted Jay to take him inside but Jay still found it hard to face her parents. But, he would do anything for the handsome little boy, unbuckled his car seat and picked him up. Christopher's arms were around Jay's neck and his cheek pressed close to Jay's. The love between the two was obvious and it moved Bailey to tears. When Jay returned to the car, she was dabbing her eyes with a tissue. "You alright?" he asked. "Yeah...it's just...when I see you two together...I wish..." Jay turned and looked Bailey directly in her eyes. "I don't care that he's Andre's. I love him as if he was my own and I think he loves me. And, that's all that really matters." The tears flowed faster and Bailey reached over and hugged her husband. "I can't have my trainer, my drill instructor weepy when she's putting me through my paces," he whispered in her ear. At the gym, Bailey pushed Jay to his limit. After she adjusted the curl bar to fifty pounds, she watched him eke out one rep. With ease, she did three sets and while he looked embarrassed, she made it clear it was going to take time. At the end of ninety minutes Jay was exhausted. The last twenty minutes on the tread mill were a killer and watching Bailey effortlessly run five miles was demoralizing. But, Jay dedicated himself to her program and he knew he was in Bailey's capable hands. She adjusted his diet to increase his caloric intake and kept the aerobic part to a minimum. **** The private time they shared was spent cuddling and with the possible exception of kissing, they were no closer to even the remotest form of intimacy. It was late spring and Bailey's patience was crumbling. In need of relief, she masturbated but it wasn't very satisfying when compared to the real thing. As she kissed her husband passionately, she humped his thigh and desperately wanted to fuck him. To take him to heights of pleasure he never knew possible. Bailey had learned a lot about sex during her affair with Andre' and she wanted to share that with Jay. "Oh Jay...oh Jay..." she was moaning his name. Bailey's hand dropped to his crotch and felt around for his cock only to find that it was soft. Her heart plummeted in despair. "I'm not turning you on?" she asked with a very hurt expression. "I'm sorry." Jay had tears in his eyes. He was disappointing her yet again. When the images of his wife and Andre' intruded, it ruined his desire. The problem was no closer to being resolved than it was six months ago. Bailey collapsed on her side away from Jay. It was hopeless. Jay hadn't seen her naked or even topless for so long she couldn't remember the last time and it really bothered Bailey. Jay tried to hold her and she pushed him away. He tried again with the same result. When he tried a third time, she easily pushed him on his back and sat on top of him, pinning his arms to the mattress. Jay was struggling mightily but Bailey was much stronger than him. "Do you want to fight little man? Because I can take you, no problem." Her anger was rising. "Please Bailey, don't be mad. I'm trying, I really am...it's just..." Jay had such a defeated look on his face that her annoyance quickly dissipated. When Bailey lay on top of him, he put his arms around her and his hands lightly ran up and down her back. The sensation felt wonderful. "I love you," He said. Bailey's heart melted and she kissed him on the lips. But, she was deeply troubled by the lack of progress. For the remainder of the week, Jay was subdued and very quiet. The only time he came alive was at the gym or with Christopher. Around the house he avoided Bailey and conversation was non existent. She had embarrassed him and it made him feel small and insignificant. The next therapy session was on Wednesday and Jay informed Bailey that he would be a half hour late because of a staff meeting. She sat with Daria, their counselor and the tears came almost immediately. In halting sentences she described the abortive attempt at intercourse and her disappointment with herself and Jay. "Bailey, can we have a discussion woman to woman. Forget I'm a marriage counselor till Jay arrives?" "Yeah, sure." "Ok, did Jay cheat on you?" "No, of course not." "Your husband saw you having sex with your boss and also numerous photos of you engaged in a variety sex acts. Is that correct?" Bailey nodded her head shamefully. "Don't you think that he's still suffering because of that? Can you imagine the shock he must have experienced seeing that it was you, his wife? " Daria asked "But, it's been more than..." Daria cut her off. "You amaze me Bailey. You caused the problem. You cheated on him, very flagrantly I might add and you expect him to forget all about it because it fits a time frame in your head." Bailey's heart pounded, filled with regret. "Jay experienced a pretty significant trauma if you ask me. I'm astonished that he's still with you. Most men would have said sayonara baby. And here's the kicker, you get pregnant, have a child, not his and he's still with you! That's truly amazing!" Bailey hung her head in shame. Daria was right. Jay had done nothing to deserve what she did to him and beyond all expectations he was still with her. "I just might have Jay nominated for sainthood, better yet, the minute it doesn't work out with you, I want to date him. The guys a real catch and forgive me for saying this but you don't deserve him," Daria crowed. Daria was a very attractive thirty something brunette with a slender body, Jay's type of woman. "I have a feeling that you acquired a good bit of knowledge about sex from Andre." Bailey nodded. "Don't you understand anything about men? Jay's intimidated by you, he doesn't for one minute think he can measure up, be able to give you the sexual satisfaction that Andre' did. He's has performance anxiety, big time." Bailey was staring at Daria because she'd had her suspicions but hearing it from someone else and it all started to make sense. "If you love Jay and you want this to work, then you have to take the lead. Take his hand and guide him to a place that will satisfy both of you. Show him what you want because I can guarantee you he's completely at a loss, and be prepared for the possibility that he may not want to go along for the ride." They both heard the outer office door open and close. "Follow me on this one," Daria whispered to Bailey. Jay apologized to Daria for his tardiness and kissed Bailey on the cheek. Daria started by telling him they had discussed the continuing sexual problem. "What do you think the problem is?" Daria asked. "Ah...I guess..." He was hemming and hawing. "I need you to tell me exactly how you feel," Daria assured him. Jay was terrified by the truth but he had to express his feelings. "I don't...believe I can give Bailey the sexual fulfillment that she had with...I know I can't...I don't have much experience. I've only been with one person...I'm afraid that...oh! I'm scared to death, ok? I'm average size with a skinny body, I'm not one tenth the man Andre' is. I can't possibly make her happy in bed. She'll just think I'm ridiculous." The truth was out and it stung Bailey to the bottom of her heart. Jay was staring at the floor, his face distraught. Daria gazed at Bailey knowingly. "I feel like a fool. I love her but maybe I should move on so she can find a real man." His honesty was devastating to Bailey and she was wiping a procession of tears that dripped from her eyes." "Is that what you want Bailey?" Daria asked. "No! Of course not!" she exclaimed. Her heart was breaking for Jay. She had forgotten how much he had to endure because of her. "Bailey, maybe you can find someone that will give you the same kind of satisfaction that you found with...I don't think I can please you...you know...that way...I'd be a pathetic excuse for a lover..." Jay stated. Everyone was silent for a moment. "Do you think if you were able to satisfy Bailey's sexual desires that the images of her and Andre' and the photographs would bother you as much," Daria asked. "Probably not, I mean they'll still bother me but if I can measure up in some way then...I don't think as much..." Bailey was forlorn, she wished she'd never met Andre' and taken the supposed "dream job". Her weakness, her carnal desires had ruined her life. Now, the man she truly loved wanted to move on for her sake. She would be completely lost without him. Dream Job Ch. 02 "I guess I should move out," Jay said with despair. "No!" Bailey stated vehemently. Jay stared at her surprised by her outburst. "I have a possible solution," Daria announced. Both Bailey and Jay looked at her with expressions of hope. "We have to be very blunt here. Jay, Bailey learned a great deal about sex from Andre', and I have a distinct feeling she wants to share that knowledge with you. But, you have to be a willing pupil and let her lead you, guide you and show you what she wants so that she feels satisfied. Are you willing to do that?" Daria enquired. "Yes of course, I would do anything for her," he said optimistically. Bailey stared at him through a thick blur of tears. "I love her Daria, she can teach me everything she knows," he said while gazing at Bailey. Bailey leapt out of her chair and pulled Jay against her body. "Oh my darling...I love you so..." Bailey kissed all over his face. "One last thing, you need to take it slow and you need more private time. Somehow schedule more time, get away for a day or two and spend the time alone with each other." Daria stated. **** On Sunday, Bailey prepared a late breakfast with all the trimmings and flowers. She wanted the meal to be special for Jay and when he walked into the kitchen, he gasped. "Gosh Bailey, everything looks great," he gushed. Bailey smiled at him and kissed his cheek. As she brought the hot food over to the table, she saw that his upper body was filling out nicely. After three months, her program was right on schedule. "Next Sunday, can I make breakfast for you?" he asked sweetly. "You don't have to..." "I want to, please?" Bailey heart was thumping in her chest with overpowering feelings of love for Jay. Daria's advice intrigued her and she realized that it was sound. It made perfect sense for her to take the dominant role. The pace would be slow but she had a few ideas up her sleeve that might work. After the meal, they moved to Bailey's bedroom. Jay was seated on the bed and he looked nervous. She put her arms around him and kissed his cheek. "Babe, I want you to give me a back massage," she whispered in his ear. The thought of his hands roaming her back excited Jay. He watched completely fascinated as Bailey turned away from him and pulled her top up and off. He hadn't seen her naked back in a long time and his hands were shaking as he waited for her instructions. Bailey lay face down on the bed and Jay knelt above her rear. "Start on my lower back and slowly work your way up," she instructed. The texture of her skin and the hard muscle just below was very erotic for Jay and his pecker was growing rapidly. "Oh God, Bailey, your skin...it feels so good to touch you again." Bailey had to bite her lip because it felt exquisite but she didn't want to get too excited too fast. Jay's hands were finally on her bare skin. Steadily and carefully his hands kneaded her flesh and soon he was up to her neck. Her pussy was damp and twitchy but she was determined to control herself. Jay decided to lay on top of her bare back with his cheek pressed to the flesh between her shoulder blades. His erection was throbbing in his boxers and the sensation of her silky skin was intoxicating. He never imagined that something so simple could be so erotic. "You feel wonderful," he groaned. The warmth and velvety texture of her skin was like a drug to him. Jay moved his arms so that he was holding her shoulders and he hugged her body repeatedly. "I've missed you so...much..." the tears came to his eyes and he couldn't stop them. Jay kissed and ran his tongue along Bailey's upper back. He didn't want to let go of her, ever again. A compelling desire to kiss her husband seized Bailey and she slowly turned over. "Kiss me, please kiss me," she demanded. They held each other, making out like teenagers on a hot date. He kissed down her neck to the tops of her breasts and gazed hungrily at her nipples, long, hard and protruding. When her husband lowered his head and his lips closed around a bullet hard bud, Bailey arched her back and cried out. His hunger was vast and his sucking, hard and needy. She instructed him on how to use his teeth to nip and nibble the crinkled ends. Hot currents of raw sensation jolted Bailey's creaming pussy. She held Jay's head, reveling in the feelings that coursed through her body. "Oh Jay...my darling...it feels sooo good..." Jay suckled the tumescent flesh and lightly stabbed his tongue at the ends as Bailey asked. Her groans of pleasure excited him and he wanted to please her and satisfy her desires. For a long time, Jay suckled and licked, his appetite for Bailey's nipples was endless. But, he gradually stopped and Bailey was panting breathlessly. Since that day in the kitchen, when she wiggled her butt at him, he had an overwhelming desire to lick her pussy. "Can I make you cum? I really want to," his demeanor was innocent and eager. He obviously desired to please her and Bailey gazed at Jay with her loins ablaze. Always reluctant when it came to performing cunnilingus, Bailey was surprised when he whispered his desire in her ear. "Oh Jay, yes my darling, yes..." Jay kissed over her flat belly and his face disappeared between her thighs. As he nuzzled her mound, he looked up at Bailey with a confused expression. With her guidance, Bailey's shorts and panties came off together. Tentatively, he lapped her juicy engorged slit and what he lacked in skill, he made up for in determination. The sight of his face buried between her thighs brought her to a crackling orgasm. Bailey was staring intently at Jay as he ate her pussy. Her juices were overflowing and he happily swallowed the pungent nectar. The heady taste was addicting and he silently pledged to suck her pussy whenever she wanted him to. In one afternoon, they had progressed beyond Bailey's wildest expectations. Finally, she was naked and Jay was holding her with his head on her shoulder as his hands gently roamed her back and butt, giving an occasional squeeze. The sensation was exquisite. Bailey looked at Jay with something akin to adoration and understood his need to please her and give her pleasure. Nothing can replace love, the most powerful aphrodisiac a human being can experience and she hoped one day they'd be able to suck and fuck each other until they were totally spent. "Why do you look so happy?" she asked a smiling Jay. "Because I'm with you," he whispered. Bailey's heart swelled with emotion. Then she realized something and her hand dropped to his crotch, encountering a very hard object. "I forgot about you," she stated. The concern on her face touched Jay. The sensation of Bailey's hand on his erection was very intense for Jay and he moaned. "Oh Bailey, that feels...so good." Jay's breathless words thrilled Bailey. She wanted to go down on him and suck his cock until he screamed her name. He weakly protested as she moved down his body until she was crotch level and whipped his boxers off. The head was weeping pre-cum as she grasped the shaft and licked. Jay was panting as the sensation from her tongue was almost unbearable. When the head disappeared in her mouth and she sucked, he thought he'd died and gone to heaven. Bailey's lips worked steadily up and down his shaft with a light sucking motion on the way up. His balls felt like priceless jewels in her fingers and his salty pre-emission was seeping into her throat. "Bailey...Bailey..." he was moaning her name and it almost brought her to tears as emotion roared through her body. Grasping the base, Bailey deep throated his rod and sucked. She felt the head swell and his body grow rigid. "Bailey...oh...Bailey...oh...Bailey!" he was screaming her name. Jay's cock erupted, spewing warm thick jism into her mouth and she gulped it down. It kept coming as spurt after spurt splashed on her tongue. He collapsed back onto the bed and she felt his body shaking. "Are you alright?" she asked, and lay on top of him hold his quaking form. "It was so...intense..." his voice was breathless. Bailey smiled, her cheek pressed against his chest as an overpowering sensation of contentment enveloped her. For the rest of the afternoon, they cuddled and spooned lost in the love they felt for each other. During the week, they gave each other hugs and light kisses whenever possible. Symbolically another veil, a dark cloud lifted and the atmosphere in the house seemed airy, brighter. Bailey wanted to ask him to move into her room and spend the nights with her but she feared it was too soon and his refusal would hurt her. But, there were challenges, serious challenges ahead that would require a lot of patience on Bailey's part. The issue of intercourse in particular and the enormous feelings of inadequacy that Jay felt about his size would be the worst roadblock to a satisfying sex life. The next Sunday, Bailey found Jay to be tense and nervous. The look in his eyes told her that the ghost of Andre', the awful memories were clouding his mind. She decided to take a step backward and they engaged in mutual masturbation. She showed him what felt good to her and where. The feeling of his fingers as they slid up and down her creaming slit was exquisitely sensual and she had a satisfying orgasm. **** The bonds of improvement were tenuous and when a registered letter arrived, a summons for Bailey to appear at the divorce proceedings of Andre' and Jordan her heart sank in despair. When she showed it to Jay, his face fell and he dropped it on the table. The entire sordid affair would be rehashed at the trial. Bailey knew she'd be forced to answer endless questions about every little detail. Jay's face was a mask of pain but he put his arms around her and held her tight. She broke down and cried her heart out. In the days leading up to her court appearance, Bailey argued with Jay about his accompanying her. She thought it best that he not do so and spare himself anymore hurt but he nobly wanted to be there for her. It was agreed that he accompany her but remain in the hotel room. But, with a week to go before they left for Los Angeles, Jay's attitude changed and he was more moody and sullen. Bailey attributed his depressed demeanor to her court date and the unpleasant memories of Los Angeles. The day arrived and Bailey sat in the back of the courtroom listening to the testimony from the private investigator, there were sound recordings and she recognized her voice, either talking or panting or howling in ecstasy. The humiliation continued when she was called to testify and she had to look at Andre' and Jordan as they sat at opposing tables. Andre' actually smiled at Bailey but she loathed him now. Loathed him for making it so easy for her to cheat on and betray her husband. In essence, he had set up the whole seduction but she went along willingly. Bailey had to identify her voice on the tapes and her image in the photographs. Both counsels asked a myriad of questions about times and dates and frequency of relations. She managed to keep her composure but by the time court recessed for the day, Bailey was exhausted. When Bailey left the courtroom, the tears flowed but she would have to continue the next morning. In the hotel coffee shop, they ate a light dinner in silence. That night Bailey lay in bed crying quietly, trying not to disturb Jay sleeping in the bed across the room. But, she heard Jay tossing and turning. He couldn't sleep either and his depressed mood concerned her. The next morning, Bailey had to relive her last day at Andre's when Jordan sprang her trap. It was rehashed in minute detail from the moment Bailey arrived until the moment she drove away. Photos of her and Andre' by the pool were produced and she had to identify herself once more. Another round of questions from both counsels and finally Bailey was excused. Her testimony had been honest and forthright. Jordan had glared at her most of the time and with good reason. Jay was outside the courtroom and she collapsed into his arms. She wondered how much of her testimony he had heard because his face was blank, inscrutable. The long ride back to Sacramento was spent in silence but it slowly dawned on Bailey that Jay was never called to testify. He had been there that day, watching her and Andre'. "Did Jordan's attorney ever contact you about testifying?" she asked breaking the eerie silence. Jay nodded his head. "I told her I refused to testify and if they summoned me, I would be in contempt of court. They already had more than enough evidence." "Did you ever meet with them?" she asked "Yes, I agreed to meet with them and they showed me some of the incriminating evidence, looked pretty airtight to me. I would imagine it's going to cost Andre' a pretty penny." His tone was even. Bailey was astonished, why didn't he discuss this with her? "Why didn't you tell me?" They were approaching a rest area and Jay pulled off the highway. He turned to face Bailey and he looked drained. "Why? I'm tired Bailey and I feel worn out by all this. Why go over the same territory? I've tried to forget what I saw that day and the photographs of you and...him. It still makes me physically ill. I sat in Jordan's attorneys office and listened to recordings of you, telling Andre' how easy it was to deceive me, shouting his name when you had an orgasm...do you really want me to go on?" Bailey shook her head no, tears springing to her eyes. "You shamelessly pursued your own sexual pleasure with Andre'. What about me Bailey? You never stopped to consider what you were doing to me, did you?" Jay looked at her with an expression of desolation. "Please Jay...don't do this..." she blubbered "I want you to know what it was like the months of loneliness, our physical relationship gone. When you where at home, which wasn't very often, you were moody and barely spoke to me. I wracked my brain trying to figure out what I had done to you, can you imagine that...what I had done to you...its laughable." Bailey gazed at her husband and her heart was close to breaking. Tears streamed down her face and she lowered her head in abject misery. "Jay...please...I love you..." "Let me ask you something, if you hadn't been caught, would it still be going on with me the cuckold husband at home?" he asked. "Jay I swear to you...I was breaking it off with him that very day..." "I don't believe you. I'd be the same stupid dufus whose wife was screwing her boss without any regard for him. I think we need to live apart for awhile until I see how I feel about all this. It's funny but I still love you. I just don't know if I can live with the pain," Bailey was close to hysteria. "Jay...please don't do this...I love you..." They drove the rest of the way with Bailey begging him not to go. They had to pick up Christopher and her son was thrilled to see them, especially Jay. At home, Jay went to his room to pack while Bailey fed Christopher. Jay always fed him at dinner time. "Jay...want Jay..." Christopher said with a questioning expression. Bailey burst into tears. "Jay...want Jay..." her son was saying louder and louder. Suddenly, Jay appeared in the doorway "Hey buddy...how's my good buddy," he said. Christopher's face lit up. When Jay leaned in with a spoon full of strained carrots, the tyke put his arms around Jay's neck. "Jay," he said with love in his voice. Jay never left, he couldn't. In spite of everything, he loved Christopher with all his heart and soul. Bailey's relationship with Jay was reduced to them acknowledging each others presence and discussing the mundane activities of the household. Jay seemed totally depressed and withdrawn. They missed therapy session after therapy session. For months, she begged and pleaded with Jay to go back and see Daria. Bailey felt like she was living in hell. All the progress, the time and effort she put into rebuilding their relationship was gone. There were times during the day when she found herself crying for no reason. Except for the time he spent with Christopher, Jay avoided Bailey like the plague. But, there was love in his heart for Bailey and one night she pleaded with him to return to therapy. "I know I can never make up for what I did to you but...I love you...my heart is breaking...I'll say it again, I'm so sorry for the way I treated you...it was incredibly selfish on my part...I'm begging you...please Jay?" Bailey's plea moved Jay and when she said her heart was breaking, something inside made him relent. They were sitting in front of Daria looking sad and forlorn Bailey recapped everything for Daria and she looked at them with a serious but annoyed expression. "You two make a lovely pair. You deserve each other, you know that!" Her words were scathing. Daria turned to Jay. "You know Jay, I once told Bailey that I thought you were quite a catch but now..." Jay looked at Daria with a shocked expression. "How many times do you want Bailey to say she's sorry, for the rest of her life? She made a mistake, a pretty big one but we all make them in our lifetime, in one way or the other. Don't you believe her when she says that she loves you? Do you love her?" she asked. Jay loved Bailey. He was a fool in love. "Yes, I love her..." "Good, that's a start. Then you have to tell her that you forgive her, and really mean it, then, move on with the relationship. If you can't forgive her then you have to end it, as harsh as that may seem. Things will never be like they were before this happened but you have to be man enough to try and keep the past behind you. This beautiful woman loves you. For chrissakes, her son loves you. You may never find this again in your lifetime." Jay was gaping at Daria. She's right Jay kept thinking. What happened has to be put behind us and move on, otherwise... Bailey's eyes were awash with tears when Jay turned to her and smiled. "I love you," he blubbered. They both stood and embraced each other. "Do you forgive me Jay?" she asked, her eyes searching and full of need "Yes, I love you so much." "Oh darling, I'll always love you, please believe me," she said, and the look in Bailey's eyes told him she was speaking the truth. "You know, I don't make enough money doing this job" Daria said wistfully and to no one in particular. Daria reiterated the need for them to go slow and build their relationship gradually. "Go on dates, do fun things, go to the movies, hell go parking afterward but remember, it's like starting over." They followed Daria's advice. The dating turned out to be a lot of fun as it stretched out over months with kissing, hugging and hand holding a mainstay. One Saturday night after dinner and a movie they parked at lover's lane. "Do you think we're the oldest people here?" Bailey said, looking out her window. As Jay gazed at Bailey, he thought she looked lovelier than ever and his heart was beating with emotion. He wanted her; he wanted her very much but he was terrified. In Jay's mind, his size was average at best and he would never be able to satisfy Bailey. He felt totally inadequate. They moved to the back seat for more comfort and kissed up a storm. Bailey had endured the months of kissing and hand holding. Her body was screaming for Jay and she wanted to make love to him like she never wanted with anyone else. "I want you Jay. I want you now," she moaned. Bailey forced him on his back and groped for his erection. But, when she looked at Jay, it was there, the shadow of Andre' in his eyes and her heart sank to her knees. She slumped against the door and started to cry. Dream Job Ch. 02 "I'm sorry but I doubt that I'll be able to satisfy you Bailey. You probably won't even feel it. I can't give you the sexual ecstasy that you had with...him..." As Jay drove home, Bailey despaired and although she loved him to the depth and breadth of her soul, she had to let him go. He was young and good looking with a lean, muscled body, thanks to her training regimen. Jay would have no problem finding someone to share his life with and raise a couple of kids. Bailey would be a single mom, trying to make ends meet. Dating would be a nightmare because she would never stop loving Jay and wanting him. She may have found sexual ecstasy with Andre' but it was the worst mistake of her life and not a day went by when she didn't regret her actions. Now, she was paying the ultimate price because she was about to lose the man she truly loved. A horrible feeling of anguish settled in her soul. When Jay pulled into the driveway, Bailey ran to her room crying hysterically. Christopher, what would she tell him? He wouldn't understand. He was too young and the look of puzzlement on his face. "Where Jay? ... Where Jay?" Her son would ask over and over, it would break her heart in two. Bailey threw herself on her bed as sorrow and misery consumed her. When she saw Jay come in she turned away from him. "Bailey, what's wrong? Please don't cry." His words were soothing. Bailey felt him sit down and put his arm around her. "Please tell me why you're so upset," he urged. 'I want...you to...find someone else so...you can have a life with...that doesn't remind you of bad memories...you can have...children..." she blubbered. Bailey sobbed, after all this time, it had to end this way. The hurt she had caused Jay was too deep and the wound would never heal. "Why do you want me to look for someone else and have kids...I thought I would have children with...you." Bailey turned and saw his pained expression. "Jay, you can't or won't make love to me and, I understand why. But, I want you so badly...my body aches for you. I go to bed every night wanting you, wanting you beside me." As her heart filled with sorrow, Bailey bawled her head off. Jay put his arms around her. "Sweetheart...one night you told me that you wanted to hold me and that it might take away some of the pain. You know what? It did take some of the pain away. I honestly don't think I'd be with you today if you hadn't insisted on us cuddling as a part of the healing process." Bailey gazed at her husband as the tears streamed down her cheeks. "Can I hold you, please?" he asked. Jay stretched out on Bailey's bed and held her close to his body. He stroked her back and hair, trying to soothe her. The hurt she had dealt him went deep but...so did his love for her. Bailey never wanted the moment to end. With her head against Jay's chest, she could hear his heart beating. Her sex was pressed against his upper thigh and she felt something hard. She looked at him with a bewildered expression. "I never said I didn't want to...I have for awhile now but..." "You mean you want to make love to me?" she asked incredulously. Jay nodded his head but that awful look of insecurity passed over his face. "I just...you won't get very much pleasure out of it...I can't...you might not feel a thing..." Jay remembered the photos Jordan showed him and while he was disgusted, he marveled at the size of Andre's cock. Bailey pulled Jay close to her and held him, kissing his face and neck. He wanted her...she couldn't believe her ears and it made her giddy with happiness. She was pulling at his shirt, trying to get his clothes off. Bailey was going to fuck her husband silly even if she had to rape him in the process. Jay stopped her. "...please Bailey, I can't...you'll be so disappointed...I'm just not as well equipped as...him..." Bailey saw the fear and anxiety on his face. Why was her husband so fixated on the issue of size? Andre's cock was big and it screwed her to delirium but Jay wasn't small either. Bailey knew it was just a matter of showing him how to use it, the proper technique. "Do you trust me?" she asked, her eyes pleading and filled with need. "Yes, of course but...," "You don't need a big cock to have good sex." Bailey yearned for her husband and Jay's eyes betrayed his desire for her. "Let me show you how wonderful it can be," she declared earnestly. Jay drew her on top of him as his answer. As they kissed with ardor and passion, clothes came off until naked body was pressed against naked body. Jay's cock was pushing on her thigh and Bailey felt the moisture oozing from the head. She raised her upper body but her husband held her up effortlessly, pretty much like Andre' had done that fateful first day of her infidelity and feasted on her nipples, suckling and nipping with exquisite gentleness. The incredible sensations pulsed deep into her already creaming pussy. "Oh Jay, my darling...oh...oh...it feels...oh..." Jay's hunger for her breasts delighted Bailey. She lightly held his head kissing the top as raw sensation fired into her pussy. Slowly he stopped but kept nuzzling and kissing them until she pulled his lips to hers. Bailey's body was on fire with desire and when his eyes dropped to her slit, he licked his lips and she almost had an orgasm on the spot. Bailey opened her thighs and Jay's head moved into position. Languid long licks up her center, deposited her creamy juices in his mouth and he swallowed and swallowed, he just couldn't get enough. Gently, he grasped her muscular butt and burrowed his tongue through her sopping folds eventually finding her clit, and grazed his tongue very lightly but repeatedly over the hard little nub. Bailey watched in awe as her husband devoured her pussy, sucking and licking her with astonishing hunger. An orgasm was growing to biblical proportions. "Jay...oh Jay...Jay...oh Jay..." she was yelling his name. When the first wave of contractions hit, Bailey imprisoned Jay's head with her thighs. "Oh...oh...oh...oh...oh..." she howled. When Bailey finally came down from the lofty height of her orgasm, she pulled Jay on top of her, kissing his face and tasting herself. "Switch places with me," she commanded, it was time to fuck her husbands brains out. Bailey sat facing Jay and held him so that her slimy pussy was sliding up and down his shaft without penetration, ending with the head slipping up against her clitoris. "Oh God Bailey...Oh Jesus...it...feels incredible..." he groaned. Little by little, Bailey let his cock head slip into her soaked vagina until he was buried in her wetness. Poor Jay, he looked like he was going to pass out as she pumped her slice up and down like a piston onto his cock. With her internal muscles, she controlled the sensation for both of them by squeezing and gripping with varying degrees of pressure. Bailey knew Jay couldn't hold out for long and when she saw his eyes practically roll back in his head from the pleasure, she wanted to cry with elation. "Oh...oh...I'm cumming...oh...oh..." Bailey shoved Jay's cock as far inside her as possible, the muscles gripping him tightly. His turgid tool erupted, squirting spurt after spurt of his seed. His orgasm was so intense that Jay slumped against Bailey. He was still breathing hard, panting from the incredible sensation. When he looked at her she had tears in her eyes. "Are you disappointed?" he asked sheepishly. "No my darling, you were terrific," she said, and the love in her voice was unmistakable. Jay looked sheepish and Bailey hugged him as though her life depended on it. "But, you didn't cum," he said. Bailey still holding Jay kissed him passionately. "Darling, we'll need lots of practice. And, won't that be fun?" she stated happily. "Can we do it again?" He was eager and willing to follow her lead. Bailey pulled Jay on top of her and guided his hard shaft into her oozing hole. She instructed him to lift her legs up under the knees and spread them out. Jay was able to penetrate further than he thought possible and he slowly sank his cock, balls deep into his wife's extraordinary pussy. He kept up a steady rhythm with Bailey and the sensation was beyond belief. Bailey groaned from the pleasure and thought, you're not small my darling husband. She was gazing with lust at Jay's muscular body, the body she helped him build and dropped two fingers to her clit. Blistering sensation seared her pussy. Jay's eyes were shut as the indescribable pleasure of screwing his wife pulsated throughout his body. Every time he thrust unto Bailey, she gripped his tool and pushed back. Bailey was lost in a state of bliss, not only from her husbands cock but the fact that they were finally making love. Her orgasm had reached its apex and she was falling toward a nifty explosion. "Jay...oh Jay...oh...oh...Jay..." Jay held on to Bailey for dear life and when her pussy contracted around his rod he shot a huge load deep inside her. They lay exhausted and spent from their exertions. Bailey's dream had come true. She made love to her husband and her eyes filled with tears of happiness. The next morning, they were in the same bed, holding each other and kissing. They had to pick up Christopher in an hour but Jay, bless his heart was still horny for her and she loved it. "Bailey, can I..." he was eyeing her pussy with his tongue hanging out. "Why should I let you?" She was teasing him. "Well...because...I like to make you happy" he said eagerly. Bailey squatted over her husband and with his hands grasping her firm buns he ate her pussy like it was his last meal. She rode his writhing tongue, lost in the pleasure he was giving her. His sucking and licking drove her wild and she rewarded him with her copious juices. After they picked up Christopher, they went to the kiddie playground. Bailey watched as Jay guided Christopher down the small slide. Jay was smiling and her son was laughing, it always moved her to see the love they had for each other. After all the heartache and turmoil, they were a couple again. They had beaten the odds. They were one in a million. That same evening, after Bailey put Christopher to bed, Jay was holding her on the sofa and he seemed nervous about something. "What's wrong babe?" she asked. "I was wondering if you...I mean...we..." he stammered. "Is this going to take very long, because I'm tired," she said. "Ok, can I sleep with you tonight and like every..." "Oh Jay, my darling, I've longed to have you with me at night." Jay moved out of the spare room. When he got into bed next to Bailey, he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed. "Do you love me?" he asked her. "With all my heart and soul," she stated passionately. Bailey kissed Jay fervently for a long time and his need, his craving for her pleased her to no end. The simple fact that he desired her sexually created a firestorm of passion inside of her. With Bailey on top, she gave her husband the fucking of a lifetime. The act seemed to go on for a long time building to an unstoppable and mind numbing crescendo. When it was over, they breathlessly panted in each others arms, their sweaty bodies entwined together. "Oh God Bailey...it was so effing intense...I've never felt so... "I wanted to fuck you silly for a long time now." She was smiling triumphantly, hugging her husband with her head on his chest. For the next year, Bailey and Jay carried on a torrid love affair. They couldn't get enough of each other and Bailey with the skill of a general guided her husband to sexual nirvana. Although they were husband and wife, it was a rebirth of their relationship. They continued the marriage counseling sessions but it dropped from once a week to every other to once a month. It was the last session before the Thanksgiving holiday and Bailey was solo with Daria because Jay was at a teacher's conference in San Diego. "You look very happy Bailey," Daria commented. "It's been a long time since I felt this way," she replied. "I've wanted to tell you something for a while now but without Jay present and not as your counselor," Bailey looked at Daria with a curious expression. "I think you're a remarkable person. Not many women would have worked tirelessly to save their marriage as you did. Girl, you have guts and determination that I rarely see in patients. I admire you. I don't know if I helped but I'm thrilled that you and Jay are together. Jay's a good man and he hung in there with you, in spite of all the heartache and pain. I guess what I'm trying to say is that you love each other and I hope good fortune smiles on you." Bailey's eyes filled up and she embraced Daria. "Thank you," she said shyly. On a bright sunny Sunday, Jay saw Bailey counting the days on the calendar. "I'm late Jay," she said with excitement. "Late for what?" he asked confused. "You know, my period," she said quietly. "You are?" his voice was excited with anticipation. Bailey went into the bathroom with the EPT kit. This was one time when she wanted the result to be positive. She followed the instructions and looked at the stick. When Bailey emerged, she looked at Jay with tears in her eyes and a huge smile on her face. As Jay hugged her ecstatically, she reflected on her life. In spite of all the anguish and sorrow, they were a real husband and wife again. He was the man of her dreams and she would love him for the rest of her life.