0 comments/ 4124 views/ 3 favorites Hold Me Dear to Your Heart Ch. 01 By: dancingqueen369 The Beginning "Honey, are you listening to me?" I asked. "What, oh I'm sorry...what did you say?" Mike replied. I sighed, "never mind...I can't compete with that damn T.V. and I'm tired of trying," I said and walked to our bedroom. Mike shrugged and resumed watching his show. Thirteen years of being married, I should be used to this by now. But it still hurt that he doesn't pay much attention to me. I had done everything the marriage counselor had told us. His only directive had been to try to be more romantic. He didn't even try. Honestly, it hadn't been a problem years ago because I knew he loved me and was so busy with the kids, I just overlooked it. But now, after leaving me three years earlier and having not one but two affairs, I just seemed to need more reassurance. I'd told him as much and still...nothing. I sat and thought about it and wondered if maybe the time I had taken from him to spend on our children in their younger days had dampened his feelings for me. Maybe it was time I showed him that I was still a vibrant sexual woman, who wanted him more than anything. That night as I got into bed, I climbed between the sheets next to him with nothing on under my nightie; snuggled up to him and started kissing his ear; a surefire way to turn him on. It didn't take long before his cock was at full attention as he reached between my legs and began stroking me, the way only he knew turned me on. As he teased and tantalized my sensitive clit, pushing me toward orgasm, I was simply in heaven. Then before I could cum, he flipped her over and pushed up behind me. As he slid his hardened cock into my waiting, wet pussy, he reached around and continued to massage my clit, making me moan and push against him in rhythm with his pace. Her breathing quickened and I began telling him how good he felt inside me; I was so close to orgasm I could barely catch her breath, pumping harder and harder against him, pushing him into me as far as I could. I cried out as she came and the tightening of my cunt around him pushed him over the brink as well. As I dropped down on the bed, Mike rolled away. Before I could reach out and touch him, he was up and pulling his pajama pants back on. "Good Night, honey, I love you," he said as he kissed me then turned over to go to sleep. Not exactly what I had wanted but I was going to keep this up until we came to the point of connection we had once known. This routine went on for weeks. Where I had once been so tired and rarely able to have sex with Mike but a few times a month, I was doing everything she could to keep up my energy and make sure I let him know how much I loved and desired him. Some nights, when he was too tired, I'd give him a blow job, using every move I knew he loved, expecting nothing in return but to make him happy. But even that elicited nothing from him. I still fought for his attention and he evidently wasn't motivated to any romantic gestures. It seemed he already knew how much I loved him and had no reason to give me what I needed. But his security would turn to dismay soon enough. It was a warm, breezy spring evening and three months had passed since I had begun my initiative to turn my husband's attention to me. I had another trick up my sleeve and tonight was the night I was going to put it in motion. After bathing in almond oil, applying makeup and doing my hair, I dressed in the outfit I'd bought last week; the black thigh high stockings snapped to the garter belt, no panties, a black lace bustier with matching mini skirt and high heels. I clipped my curly raven hair so its mass was held up but tendrils of curl feel around my face and shoulders. I finished up, took a look in the mirror. Satisfied with the results, I headed out the door. A short time later, I messaged Mike, knowing he would just be getting home. "After you take your shower, meet me at J.D.'s pub and we'll have some dinner and drinks. ". Mike shrugged and figured, why not, took his shower, dressed and headed for J.D's. When he walked in and looked around, he didn't see her so he figured she must be in the bathroom. He took a seat at the bar and ordered a Bud Ice. He might have a shot or two after dinner but for now, the beer went down cold and soothing. "Hey, sexy, come here often?" I whisperder in his ear, using my sultriest voice. He turned to respond and stopped dead still when he took one look at me. He sat with his mouth open, looking me up and then down. "Good God, what in the hell are you wearing?" he exclaimed, as he laughed and shook his head. Not exactly the response I had been going for...and that was it. I'd had enough. After all the thought, work and effort I had put in the past few months, only to be discouraged at every turn, I was done. Without a word, I turned and walked out the door to my car. As I turned the key, I knew I wasn't about to go home and have to face him later. I felt sad, angry, humiliated and completely and totally unloved. The feelings were so overwhelming, I felt suffocated by them. With nowhere to go that I wanted to be, I drove off and stopped at the store to get a bottle of wine. I'll just park at the lake and drink until I pass out. Why not? I have nothing better to do. As I got out of her car, I heard someone call my name. I looked up and saw Kimberly standing there. We went to high school together but I hadn't seen her in at least, 14 years or more. We chatted for a few minutes and she asked me where I was on my way out to...seeing the I was all dressed up. "Actually, I've been out and had a horrid night so I'm grabbing a bottle of wine and headed to 'Hole In the Wall' (a private beach area we had all hung out at in high school, drinking and partying)." As we parted ways, we exchanged phone numbers and vowed to get together soon. I proceeded to get my wine and plastic cups, before heading off to the beach. Although it had been a long time, I found my way through the brush to Hole in the Wall. The wind was warm, blowing across my face, like a lover's caress and the sound of the waves on the shore were just the calming agent I needed. I was about halfway through the bottle, realizing that drinking really wasn't my thing, when I heard rustling behind me. Now I'm not prone to violence but I am a defensive woman. I grabbed the wine bottle by the neck and was ready to smash it against whoever was sneaking up behind me. Like a vision from some erotic dream, a man steps onto the beach. I'd say about 5'10"-5'11" tall, blondish hair, broad chest, and tattoos up and down his arms. As I stood motionless in attack-stance, a thick Aussie accent broke through the night..."Now, Laura, you're not planning on hitting me with that wine bottle, are you?" he said with a chuckle in his voice. I was completely caught off guard. Who is this guy? And how the hell does he know my name? "I'm sorry...do I know you?" I tried to belt out, which only came out as a squeak. Wow, way to be intimidating in the middle of the night on a deserted beach. "It's Laz..Kimberly told me you were down here." he responded, still laughing. Now even more puzzled as to why Kimberly would be telling him she was here, she just stood with the bottle still firmly gripped for attack. "Yeah, you know she's married to my brother, Dan. I was over there for a cookout earlier and when she came back she said she'd run into you and told me where I could find you." Finally, realization was dawning on me and I wondered how seriously stupid I looked just standing there, wine bottle in my hand and mouth hanging open like I was going to catch flies. I put the bottle down. "Sorry, but a woman can't be too careful these days." "Well, that makes sense, for a woman who isn't out on a deserted beach in the middle of the night...and then there's you." he replied as he started laughing. "Well, smartass, come over here and give me a hug. It's been ages since I've seen you." I quipped. He walked over and grabbed me in a friendly bear hug. I was finding it hard to believe this was the same string bean armed senior, I'd known back in my sophomore year. "So, what brings you here?" I asked. He released his hug but kept his arms around my waist as he looked me in the eyes, "The chance to see you again, after all these years. And I must say, looking at you, I'm glad I did." Hold Me Dear to Your Heart Ch. 02 The Middle Laz and I sat on the beach and spent hours catching up on the past 25 years. The Aussie accent threw me because he had been raised here in Ohio. I soon discovered that, after high school, he had moved to Austrlia, gone to school, married, raised a family and divorced about 5 years ago. I caught him up on my life as well, conveniently leaving out the problems with my marriage. After all, I was trying to forget it and, frankly, who wants to hear that crap. Besides, I kind of figured that Kimberly had given him a rundown of my state when we ran into each other. I was glad I hadn't finished the wine before he got there; I was enjoying being coherent for our litle reunion. Plus, then he'd have had nothing to drink. It seemed like no time at all and the sun was coming up. The ribbons of gold and orange reaching up from the lake was like seeing a masterpiece painted right before your eyes. Laz placed his arm around my should and we spent the next while, like that, with my head on his shoulder, watching the sunrise. As we were getting up and gathering our stuff, Laz asked me if I wanted to come to a cookout at his house later that day. "I'm not sure where I'm going from here but I'll try to be there." I told him wistfully. "You're not sure where you're going?" "Well, I had an issue with my husband last night and...well, I don't want to go home right now." "Then why don't you come home with me now and you can crash in my guest room." He offered, "no funny business, I promise." he added. "Well, it beats sleeping in my car, I guess. Sure, then I can help you get ready for your cookout." I told him. "Sounds like deal." We walked through the brush and back to our cars. I followed him to his house, which turned out to be a cute little deal. He showed me to the guest room and I closed (and locked) the bedroom door, stripped down and was fast asleep before my head hit the pillow. I slept well past noon and woke to clamoring noises coming from down the hall. I got up and dressed, suddenly realizing that I was way overdressed for a cookout. Great, I'll look like the stripper talent instead of a guest. I walked down the hall to the noise, which was coming from the kitchen. There stood Laz pusshing and pulling bowls, pans, and ingredients together. I must admit, if he already didn't look sexy in his surfer shorters and white tank top, the sight of a man in the kitchen will put a woman to swooning soon enough. As I was taking in the amazing view, he turned and, well, for lack of a better phrase busted me staring at him. He smiled, one of those cocky smiles which evidently made me blush profusely because he started laughing at my reaction. I wasn't really sure what to think of all this. I love my husband more than anything but here I was in another man's house, looking at him like a slab of meat on a starving woman's plate. Before I could contemplate further, Laz looked me up and down. "Well, you're really not dressed to help me in the kitchen, ya know." "Well, I'm really not dressed for a cookout; unless it's a bachelor party and I'm the entertainment." "That's why I had Kimberly bring over some clothes for a more casual affair. I put them on the couch in the living room." Now I'm not one to complain but Kimberly had to be at least 2 sizes smaller than me so I wasn't sure I'd even fit in her clothes. Grabbing up the bundle, I went to the guest room and not only were they small, they were skimpy. I guess when you have a kick-ass body, that's the wardrobe of choice. I tried everything on and settled for a pair of shorts, that did the best job at covering up my ass and my crotch. I say the best job because they barely did either. And a tank top that hugged my 36C breasts, with a button up shirt over top in an effort to cover up the fact that my boobs looked like dough popping out of the canister. I didn't have makeup with me so I washed the remnants from the night before and pulled my hair up, anxious to keep busying helping Laz. I slipped on some sandals and walked into the kitchen. Laz turned, I'm guessing to give me instructions on helping and I swear his eyes almost fell out of his head. "You're even more breathtaking without makeup, Laura." I'm sure I blushed and mumbled something under my breath about his "ridiculous" comment. I walked to the counter and began cutting up vegetables and helping Laz with the preparations. It seemed to me like there wasn't very much food so I asked him if it would be enough. "Sure, it's just a small cookout" he said. He started the grill and began cooking, while I cleaned up the kitchen and put things away. No need waiting until later. He was close to being finished cooking, as I sat and nibbled on the veggie platter. Still no one had arrived. He'd been outside cooking for a while when I decided to join him out back and see what was going on. There on the patio was place settings for two on a little table with an umbrella cover. He was just putting the food on the plate as I walked up to him. "What's going on? Where are your other guests?" "I never said anything about other guests...this is a cookout for two. You and me." He said. Let's just say it was really nice to sit, talk and relax for a change. I wasn't worried about anything and, frankly, forgot all about Mike for the afternoon. After dinner, we cleaned up the table and sat out back watching the sun set. "Wow, it's rare for me to see a sunrise or sunset, but to see both in one day is a miracle." I told him. "You should watch more of each; you seem much more relaxed and content than when I saw you last night." "Well, I'm guessing my hand clenched around a wine bottle in preparation for battle had a little bit to do with that." I laughed. "No, I'm talking about the way you are holding yourself now and the look on your face. Kimberly told me what happened with Mike. And all I can say is he must be a fool. You always were beautiful, that's why I had such a crush on you." "What? You did not." The way he looked at me said I was wrong about that. "Why didn't you ever say anything?" "Maybe because I had spaghetti arms and no chance with you." he laughed. The silence was a little awkward as we sat and finished watching the sun set. "I'm not sure how you're feeling but if you want to stay again, no funny business, you're more than welcome to." He told me. I wasn't sure after that last revelation but I decided to stay anyway..maybe...no not maybe, I knew a part of me wanted to be with him and see just how far things might go. Being called beautiful and spending hours talking to someone, not at them was too amazing to let go of. We opted to watch a movie, comedy is my choice of genres so he sifted through what he had in his collection, while I went to take a shower get comfortable. I really didn't have much to choose from and wanted to see how far I could push the envelope. I changed into a mini skirt that barely covered my lacy black panties and an off shoulder shirt meant to go over a tank top but I only put my black bra on under it. It wasn't totally see through but the black was noticeable. I left my hair down, with the curls carelesslessly tossed around my face and cascading down my back. When I walked into the living room, Laz was nowhere to be seen so I settled onto the couch, trying to situate myself so it didn't see like I was aware my attire was so alluring. Laz came in a moment later wearing a pair of shorts, no shirt and carrying a glass of wine for me and a beer for him. One glance at me made him lick his lips and take a long drink of his beer. He kept his cool and handed me my wine. He sat down next to me, but just far enough we weren't in direct contact with each other, and started the movie. I know it's not sexy or ladlylike but when I saw he had chosen Friends With Benefits, I just burst out laughing. Here we were dancing around each other last night and today, with the underlying sexual tension so obvious and the movie just cut right to the chase of what had been on our minds. He looked at me with a little grin and I knew the dance was just beginning. I stretched out my legs so my feet were touching his thigh. It said everything that needed without a word. He put his beer down and started rubbing my feet and legs. It was nice and relaxing and not rushed. We watched the movie, while he massaged, but I don't think either of us was paying much attention to the movie. At least, I was too busy loving the attention I was getting and relaxing more and more. Don't think I didn't notice his hand going higher and higher up my thigh and each time, I could feel my breath catch in my throat. I know he had to notice, unless he really was watching the movie. But I could tell he wasn't. As the movie was ending, I was really relaxed and laid my head back against the couch throw pillow, scooting down a little lower into the couch. Of course this simple little move also pushed the mini skirt up, showing off the lace border of my panties. The invitation was met, as Laz continued massaging upward, and was now within reach of more than just my legs. He slid his hand under the lace and began squeezing my ass and running his fingertips over the edge of my panties. Relaxed as I was, I realized with each stroke, I was holding my breath, in anticipation of what would be next. I opened my eyes and at him, hoping my eyes would say what my mouth couldn't find the right words for. He took that moment to move my leg and bring himself up, kneeling between my legs. As he stared into my eyes with such intensity, I could feel electricity in every never ending, he leaned in to kiss me. Belied by his slow massage, I was not expecting the way he slipped his tongue between my lips and took possession of my mouth, as he slid his hands to cup my ass under the lace panties, pulling me into his groin. I could feel his erection pushing against his shorts. There was no doubt he was driving, and I was willing to go along for the ride. I was actually ecstatic to be in the passenger seat for a change. He removed his hands, from my ass and worked his way up to my breasts. As he kissed and nibbled his way along my jawline and down my neck, his hands were kneading my breasts through my shirt, like a baker molding and prodding the perfect pastry. It had seemed like a like a lifetime ago that anyone had taken so much time and care touching me all over my body, that I could feel every inch of me tingling in response. I could feel the tension in my lower belly starting to build with each kiss and touch...also, the fact that he was now rubbing his groin against mine through shorts and panties was pushing the yearning along quite rapidly. By now, I had my arms wrapped around him, as I was arching my back to feel as much of him between my legs as possible. I could feel my breathing become shallow as I immersed into his attentions. He must have noticed too, because he stopped and said, "not here," as he pulled my up from the couch and led me down the hall. I was a bit flustered at such an abrupt halt. We went into his bedroom, which was exceptionally neat for a guy, in my experience. In the middle of the room was an oak bed, with matching night stand and dresser on either wall. I didn't have time to take in much more than that, at the moment. Laz walked over to the night stand; fully expecting him to be turning on a radio or something, I was totally surprised by the lulling sound of the ocean with orchestra music softly gliding with it in the background. He came up behind me, putting one arm around my waist, while he pushed the hair on my neck over my shoulder; then wrapping both arms around me, as he was kissing my neck. I leaned back into him, willing my body to melt into his. He slid both hands up my waist, under my blouse and pushed my bra up above my breasts. The first firm grasp of his calloused hands on my skin, had my nipples standing up point blank and a wave of intense pleasure shooting to my pussy and I could feel my wetness increasing. I let out low throaty moans, with each stroke of his hand over my taught nipples. By this time, he was also sucking on my earlobe. Now I'm not one that has ever been turned on by this but the way he was rolling his tongue around it, while massaging my breasts had me thinking about what it would feel like to have him sucking my tits that way. I thought the pleasure couldn't get more intense and I was so very wrong. Seconds later, he pushed my bra and shirt up and over my head, tossing them on the floor. Now, I could feel his bare chest against my back that feeling of skin on skin made me even hotter for him. As he brought his hands down, he grabbed the top of the mini skirt and essentially did the same with my skirt and panties; down to the floor. I stepped out of my panties and kicked them to the side. As he brought his arms back around me, I could feel his cock against my ass; evidently he'd made quick work of removing his shorts and drawers as well. As he pushed me toward the bed, he whispered in my ear, "get on the bed on your knees." All I could do, at this point, is mutter, "ok," and do as instructed. Still standing behind me, he pulled my right leg so my knees were spread open, grasping my breast with one hand, he began rubbing his hands over my pubic hair with the other; just over the top. It was like he was touching my aching, wet pussy without touching it. I was wide open but he didn't touch my clit, or slip a finger inside me. The maddening desire I had, at this point, was more than I could bare. Figuring, I could push him along if I reached behind me and took his cock in my hand and started stroking him, I reached behind me, with the only arm that could be maneuvered that way. He took the hand he'd been stroking my pussy with and stopped me with a simple, "no". "Wrap both hands around the bed post, so I can make sure you're being a good girl, " he said. I was confused but did as he told me. I wanted his hands back on me as soon as possible and I figured asking 'what the hell' might break the moment. I turned slightly so I could get both hands on the post and later realized it's a good thing I had something to hold on to. Laz got up on the bed, on his knees behind me and picked up where he left off. Still stroking but not quite touching. And once again the tension built and built until I thought I would scream..."Laz, please, please rub my clit, finger fuck me, something..just please..." "I was just waiting for you to ask," he said, as he parted my pussy lips and finally, finally began rubbing from my hole to my clit, gently back and forth. That's all it took for the first orgasm to come on. I let out a loud groan, held the post with all my might, arched against him and felt the hot juices running down my leg. He stopped momentarily, wrapping his arms around me once again and held me until I recovered. I barely caught my breath before he laid me down on my back and kissed me on the lips, again taking possession of my mouth but only momentarily. Kissing his way over my breasts and belly, he worked his way down until his face was where his hands had just brought me to orgasm. Spreading my pussy lips apart, he went straight to work licking up my wetness and sliding his tongue along the length of my canal. I was still a bit sensitive from my first orgasm so I was moaning with each stroke of his tongue, from the start, gyrating my hips into his face. I wasn't trying to be pushy but my body seemed to be reacting like an instrument to a musician's instruction. I felt like a woman, at a buffet, after a year long fast. I was getting more attention and my body felt alive with electricity, but it wanted more and so did I. Holding on to the headboard, to keep myself from thrashing uncontrollable, I knew I wasn't far off my second orgasm. Sensing my intensity, he continued working my clit with his tongue, while sliding two fingers into my waiting hole but unlike past experience, he didn't ram me with them; he had his fingertips on my g-spot and was making small motions, focused in that one area. It was only seconds before I had my second, more intense orgasm, this time screaming out with complete abandon. I felt my entire body convulsing and when I finally came down, I was shaking from head to toe. Laz pulled his face to me and held me close, kissing and nuzzling my face as I wrapped my arms around his neck, nearly holding on for dear life. I was already so wet, he slid inside me with ease. As I stopped shaking and arched to meet each stroke, I could hear him groan, as if his resolve was finally broken. It was no longer necessary for him to seduce me; it was time to fuck me. With each forceful stroke, I met him with every muscle in my legs and back, spreading as wide as I could to consume as much of his frame to me, driving his cock further and further into my depths. Satiated by two cosmic orgasms, I was determined to get and give everything in my power. I didn't think he would be able to last long, having spent so much time on foreplay; but as sweat dripped and we groaned and grunted at the intensity, I began closing on in my third orgasm. Our bodies beating at each other as he plundered my pussy's depths. As I began the climb to number three, he quickly pulled out, flipped me over on my stomach, drew my ass up and drove his cock back into me. He reached around my waist, ferociously rubbing my clit as he slammed me from behind. The combination of the two sent me for my third and final orgasm. This time, there was no controlling the sudden eruption as my body tightened and pushed me full force back into him. As I screamed out, I could hear him groaning and felt his hands tighten on my waist. As we both came down from our orgasmic highs, I felt as if every ounce of energy I owned was gone and I slumped to the bed with a combination of a groan and sigh. With panting breaths and sweat-soaked bodies, we lay quietly for a while, regaining some fragment of composure. Finally, I looked up at him and said, "I can't believe you had a crush on me and never told me." He pulled me into his arms and said, "I can't believe you're finally in my arms." Hold Me Dear to Your Heart Ch. 03 I woke at about 5 a.m., and looked around. Next to me, this sexy, sweet man, built like a brick house with a heart of gold, was soundly sleeping...and snoring. I picked my clothes up off the floor and walked into the kitchen. To say I was thirsty would be an understatement as I chugged two glasses of water before putting my clothes...well, Kimberly's clothes on. I grabbed the notepad and pen and sat down to jot a quick note, before getting my purse and keys. "Laz- This weekend has been amazing and you helped me realize that a life without happiness is no life at all. I will call you as soon as I can. Passionately Yours, Laura" I left my clothes from Friday night in the room. As far as I was concerned they were trash. I drove home, not knowing how I was going to handle things. I'd had my phone off since Friday night and didn't bother turning it on now. I think I was more afraid that he hadn't called worried about me than he had called angry or hurt. When I walked in the house, I felt like I was in some stranger's house. Everything seemed so surreal and, as if it had come from some distant memory. I'd only been gone two days and it felt like a lifetime. But I had been gone a lifetime...to a different life. It didn't have to be mine to keep to know that the options were out there. I walked to the bedroom and there Mike was sleeping, and snoring, as if content with his world. Who knows? Maybe he was. I got in the shower, knowing it wasn't likely I would wake him. Cleaning and running my hands over the inches of my body that Laz had awakened only hours ago. When I got out, I towel dried my hair; put on a little bit of make-up and went to get dressed. Three days ago, I would have grabbed sweat pants and a t-shirt or a long skirt and simple shirt. But not today; I was done being the dowdy, depressed wife. That day, I dug out my shortest pair of shorts and a tank top. I went to the kitchen and pulled a notebook out of the drawer, grabbing a pen from my desk, I sat down to write. With so many feelings, years of hurt and love inside me, I thought it would take me a long time to write it, but it took less than 15 minutes. "Mike- I love you and I always will but it's been so long since we were in love with each other. I don't know if you'll admit it or not but I can't play this game anymore. We have had a wonderful life, raised amazing kids but that, unfortunately, is in the past. I don't blame you or myself and I'm really not even angry. It's just time for some changes, for both of us. I will be in touch. Love, Laura" I stuck the note on the fridge, knowing the first place, after the bathroom, Mike would go when he woke, was to get his morning Mountain Dew. I went to my office and made quick work of packing up my laptop, important papers and the tub with my collection of family photo albums, along with other odds and ends, I needed on a daily basis. Making sure I had put everything I needed in the car, I went back into the house one last time. I didn't want to look around and feel nostalgic but I did. This is where Mike and I had lived for most of our marriage; raised our three boys; celebrated holidays and birthdays; laughed and cried. It was a big chunk of me, I was leaving here. The things you can't pack and take with you would remain here. I took my house keys off the ring and set them on the table by the doorway; locking the door behind me as I headed for the car. I didn't look back again. I got in the car and pulled out of the driveway. Stopping at the gas station, I got a cold drink and filled up the gas tank. When I got back in the car, I put on my seatbelt and picked up my cell phone. "Hello," came a groggy voice after the third ring. "Hey, it's Laura, can I crash at your place for a while?" Chuckling I heard, "sure thing, sis, you gonna drive all the way to Florida to stay a few days?" "Nope, I'll be there sometime tomorrow and I don't know how long I'll be staying with you." "It's about time, hon. I'll make up the guest room; come stay as long as you want." Hanging up the phone, I started the car and put on my sunglasses, I cranked the radio... ironic that Freedom Deep by INXS just happened to be playing on the radio. Let the journey begin! THE BEGINNING