2 comments/ 16798 views/ 0 favorites Jack and Christine By: tragicmagic © copyright Mark J Daniels 2006 1 The rain hammered down on the car's windscreen, as hard and furious as the rhythm of Christine's hand, tightly gripped around Jack's straining cock. His head was back, mouth open, breath gasping as her hand pumped furiously at his shaft. It had been a long day, charged with sexual energy. The atmosphere between the two of them had been charged with invisible neurons as they had worked their way around London visiting customers. The flirting had been constant, relentless and, at times, blatant. Their customers, however, had barely noticed, so good was the product they were selling and by the end of the day the electricity between Jack and Christine had been palpable. At the end of a day fuelled with successfully signed contracts, lascivious food and expensive wine, Jack pulled his new Lexus into the car park of the Redbridge underground station, where Christine's ageing Ford Escort waited. By now the rain was coming down hard and Jack pulled the car into a space three away from Christine's car and killed the engine. The couple looked at each other for a moment and they both smiled nervously. It wasn't the first time they had been alone in the car together; it wasn't the first time they had known that something intimate was going to happen between them. It was, however, the first time they knew that something more than just a kiss was going to occur. For the past two months, Jack and Christine had consorted to meet secretly after work and each morning had stolen clandestine kisses in the staff canteen when nobody else was about, but despite their sixty days of almost sexual torture they had never used tongues and the contact between them had been fleeting, neither giving each other more than a glimpse of what could be. Each night they had returned home to their spouses and pretended that all was well at home, but once their partners were asleep the two of them would liaise secretly via text messages on their mobile phones until the early hours of the morning. They might never have touched each other properly, nor seen each other naked, but whilst their neighbours slept their text messages would drive each other into lustful frenzies that would have made the Devil blush. At two o'clock one morning, had Christine's husband woken to find why his wife wasn't sharing their matrimonial bed, nobody could have blamed him for going looking for her – and nobody would have blamed him, on this particular occasion, for finding his wife naked on their sofa, three fingers writhing in and out of her sopping cunt, probing herself open and widening herself with the fingers, the dim light of the living room lamps glistening on her wet lips. In her other hand she would have been holding her mobile phone, reading messages from Jack. On another occasion, Jack's wife would have been equally shocked to find him in their bed had she returned home early from work. He would have been alone, but he would have been clasping his swollen manhood in his own hand, eyes tightly shut as he dreamed of the things Christine might be able to do to him with her beautifully small mouth. But now they found themselves together in a car park as they had many times before, only this time the sensation between them was different. Jack and Christine almost dared not to touch each other, scared that a spark between them might ignite those invisible neurons and ruin the moment forever. Barely a word had been said between them since they left the restaurant, although Christine's hand had rested on Jack's thigh as he drive, her middle finger absently marking out patterns on the material of his suit trousers, sending signals to his brain that caused Jack's penis to steadily stiffen in his underwear. Lit only by the sulphur yellow light of a car park lamp high above them, Christine's face almost looked contorted with fear as she struggled with the emotions racing through her mind. Her blood rushed through her veins, boiling with anticipation and her heart beat with ferocious excitement. Before her sat a man she had come to love and admire in a way she had never imagined she could feel. She wanted him, here and now in the car park of a London suburb's tube station, and she felt her crotch dampen with desire. Jack watched her face, unable to read the expression, aware only of the swollen ache in his groin as his cock strained against the confines of his boxer shorts. He could concentrate on nothing but her beauty, on the way her reddish-blonde hair clung to the sides of her small, narrow face, the gloss of her lipstick on her petite lips. He could see the swell of her breasts under a blouse pulled tightly down to reveal a small amount of cleavage, tucked into a pair of smart Next trousers that complimented the slenderness of her lips. His lust drove him wild as he imagined burying his head between her athletic thighs to taste the sweet juices that he imagined were pouring from her pussy at that very moment and suddenly he leant forward, raising a hand to cup her cheek and pull her face towards him. He hoped that she wouldn't resist, and she didn't, opening her mouth to meet his with equal passion and their lips collided with a crashing intensity that forced a moan of delight from Christine's throat. Jack's hand moved from her cheek to cup a breast through her blouse whilst an animal desire drove Christine to pull forcefully at the belt on his trousers, quickly unbuckling them and working her hands through the zipper of his trousers. Jack felt huge in the palm of her hand through the material of his underwear and he couldn't help but groan as the feel of her hand on him through the cotton. They breathed heavily into each other's mouths as their tongues slid passionately together, over and over, and when Christine squeezed her hand around his cock through his underwear, Jack thought he was going to come there and then. He tried to move his hand down her waist to feel her heat but she wouldn't let him. Instead she leaned forward, forcing his hand away from her and pulled at the button of his trousers so that she could widen the opening and reach in through the access points to free his cock from its shackles. Immediately the cabin was filled with the pungent smell of excited cock and her hand slid around his shaft expertly and passionately. Jack was forced to relax back into the leather of the driver's seat and let Christine's hand go to work, for she wouldn't let him push forward towards her. Instead, her mouth worked its way from his lips, over his neck and to his ear, gently pulling his lobe between her teeth and letting her tongue flick over the edges of his skin, causing shivers of excitement to run down his spine. Now the rhythm of the rain on the windscreen was as hard and furious as the pumping of her hand on his shaft and Jack felt the climax build in his balls, work its way into the base of his shaft. He felt his length swell in her hand and she felt it too. "Let it go," she breathed into his ear, "let it go." He cried out in surprise, relief and desire as suddenly his orgasm surged forwards, Christine expertly cupping her other hand over the top of his cock to catch as much spunk as she could and prevent awkward stains that would be difficult to explain. Jack relaxed back into his seat, breathing hard and staring through the rain soaked window at the blurred, dark landscape before him. They sat together quietly for a moment as Christine cleaned her hand on a wipe she produced from her handbag and then she carefully squeezed Jack's softening knob back into the confines of his underwear and zipped his trousers back up in a way that was more motherly than that of a lover. Then she kissed him gently on the lips, in a way that was more sisterly than that of a girlfriend. Then she grinned mischievously, in a way that was definitely carnal. "Next time," she whispered, "if you're really good, you might get a blow job." And with that, she was gone, opening the door and running out into the torrential rain and wind and climbing into her older car without looking back. Jack waited until she was gone and then started his own car, selected reverse on the automatic box and navigated his way carefully from the car park, almost dazed. 2. He hadn't expected to see her again for a few days, so busy was his diary, but he had hoped that he would hear from her. For the last two months they had shared furtive text messages until they early hours of this morning, but since their dalliance in the car park at Redbridge he hadn't heard from her. Jack knew that it was only a few hours in the grand scheme of things, but he worried that they might have taken things too far, that the hand job might have been too much for her and the guilt could have consumed her when she got home. He knew, equally, that she could have gone straight home and fucked her husband until the sun rose, either through contrition or through latent lust. The key turned in the ignition and the Lexus engine purred effortlessly into life. The satellite navigation screen flickered and glowed and then confirmed its bluetooth connection to his mobile phone, still sitting in his brief case. Within seconds the speakers beeped and the screen advised him a call was coming in to the handsfree system. It was Christine. Hesitantly, he hit the button on the steering wheel that answered the call. "Hey," he said, as nonchalantly as he could. "So," her voice was coy, "how're you feeling this morning." He could have answered the question in many ways: frightened; guilty; in love. Instead he answered: "drained." She laughed. "I'm not surprised. There was an awful lot to clean up." Her voice was light and friendly, as it always was. She hadn't told her husband. He guessed she might not have had sex with him, either. "So you're off to Retcal today?" He answered that he was. "Fancy a companion?" She asked. "I've got a clear diary and they're one of the customers I really need to catch up with." Jack didn't need asking twice. He selected drive and told her that he'd pick her up in ten minutes. Christine was waiting for him at the green on the outskirts of the village where she lived. The rains of yesterday were gone and the sun was shining. She was wearing a business suit with an open-neck cream blouse and a skirt that hung just above her knee. As she climbed into the car he couldn't help but notice the milky flesh of her bosom on display above the shape of her blouse, or the slender, smoothly shaven skin of her calf. They travelled in almost silence for a little while, Jack uncertain what he should or should not say. The journey to their customer was a long one and along the way they made chit-chat, discussing business opportunities, other members of staff, holidays they had planned with their respective families. "You're quite big, aren't you?" Christine suddenly said. The question caught him off guard and Jack looked across at her, trying to establish what she meant. She was sitting sideways in the passenger seat, looking at him with a smile on those perfectly glossed lips that could only be described as saucy. She had her right leg curled up on the seat; her left stretched down in to the passenger well. The position allowed her to show much of her muscular thighs without allowing him to see quite as far as her underwear. He coughed slightly, blushing, then turned his attention back to the motorway. "Why, er, thank you, I guess." "You felt large in my hand, that's for sure," she said, forcing a sigh. "I wonder if I'll get to feel it that big again." "There's no reason why not," he said. "You could always try it right now." He prayed he didn't sound too hopeful and pathetic. Christine leant across, stroked her hand over his crotch and then sat back, pulling her skirt down daintily to hide her legs. "I better not," she said in a mock, prim voice. "I couldn't possibly distract you from driving, it might be dangerous." The electricity was back, though. They could both feel it. * They were almost home, late in the evening, before the subject crept up again. Once more the day had been charged with sexual energy, once more they had successfully closed business. Together they channelled the desire between them into being a perfect sales and presentation team, Jack deftly demonstrating their product to a boardroom full of serious looking gentlemen, using a skill his grandfather, an ex-stage performer, had taught him: 'it doesn't matter who they are, how powerful they are – when you are performing to them, remember that in the morning they were shaving, they were wearing red and white stripy pyjamas, and they took a shit just like you before they started their day.' It was sage advice that had served Jack well through his career and he had long forgotten about being nervous in front of an audience. Equally, Christine had used her femininity to close contract after contract, ensuring that both her and Jack's pay-packets would be bountiful for the remainder of the year. Now they were just minutes from Ely and they would soon have to leave each other once again. "There's a parking bay just up here," Christine said. "Pull into it." "Chris, it's on the main road," Jack protested, though he was already slowing down and indicating his attention to stop to the other drivers. "So?" She giggled. "Live a little!" "If we get caught..." but it was a weak protest, and he knew it. If they got caught wherever they stopped, it would all be over for them both. There was less of a hesitant pause this time. Jack killed the lights to try and avoid bringing attention to them and this time their kiss was more experienced. They knew how each other liked to be touched and their lips met with equal passion but less ferocity as they had the night before. Now their tongues moved expertly together and their hands explored each other with more purpose. This time Jack was able to slide his hand inside Christine's blouse and feel the hardness of her excited nipple, but once again it was her that pushed him back into the seat, once again her hand undid the buckle of his belt, once more the cabin filled with the excited smell of manhood. He tried to protest, tried to slide his hand up inside her skirt, tried to tell her that she had done him last night, now it was her turn to enjoy an orgasm. "Believe me," she whispered into his ear, "I get as much enjoyment from seeing you orgasm as I do my own." And with that she pushed him back into the chair. This time her strokes on his shaft were less furious. She had promised him a blow job and that was what she intended to give him. Before he could say or do anything she had buried her head into his lap and Jack felt the cool sensation of her mouth as she slid his cock into it. Christine let her lips fold tightly over the bulbous tip of his circumcised cock, let her tongue flick quickly over the tip, teasing his opening and tasting the salty pleasure that lay in wait for her. Then she slid her lips down, further over him, sucking him deeper into her mouth. He heard her gasp slightly as she adjusted her neck, opened her throat more to accommodate him, and then she sucked tightly, hard on his cock until he could feel her nose nuzzling at his sac, and he knew that she had taken him completely into her mouth, into her throat. Jack couldn't remember feeling such a sensation as divine as this one. Her mouth was both hot and cold around him, the cool sensation of her tongue sliding slowly over and around his shaft, moistening him, thrilling him. She slid her mouth up, then down. Up, then down. All the while letting her tongue move around and over him and each time she came up she flicked over the tip of his cock. He couldn't help but run his hand through her shoulder-length hair. He wanted to touch her, taste her, feel her around him but her mouth moved so expertly over his cock that he couldn't move no matter how much he wanted to. Her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and she squeezed tightly with each suck, teasing him harder with her fingers and lips until she felt the familiar swelling again and suddenly she was moving her mouth up and down on him more urgently, using her fingers, tightly squeezed around the base of his shaft, to wank him into her mouth as she moved up and down on him, never once needing to come up for air. Jack felt like he was in heaven, he felt the orgasm building and he needed to fuck her mouth. He shuffled down the leather seat slightly until his hips had movement and then began to move them forward and backward. His eyes were shut but he could imagine the sight of her glossy, small lips wrapped tightly around his manhood as he slid his cock in and out of her mouth. His hands became more urgent through her hair, pushing the back of her head, encouraging her to take him deeper into his mouth as he fucked her lips. The swelling grew and Christine felt it. She let go of the base of his shaft and steady herself. She was no longer moving her head up and down, Jack was doing the movement for her. She simply let his cock slide in and out of her lips, hungrily sucked on the purple tip, her eyes closed as she waited for his explosion. She could taste the change in him, could feel the pre-cum at the opening of his cock, knew the moment was here. His breathing was more rapid now and she knew she could time the moment of his climax perfectly, allowing her to swallow him as his seed rushed forward. Jack through back his head and cried out in delight as his cum boiled forward. Christine's head jerked back momentarily, surprised again by the volume as his hot, salty juices rushed into her mouth, over her tongue, but she swallowed hungrily, feeling the burning sensation of his seed as it slid down her throat. She moved her mouth further down him, taking him all the way into her throat once again and sucked hungrily until she knew that every last drop was gone. Using her hand to hold him steady in her mouth, she slowly licked and sucked him until he was clean before sitting up, smiling as she saw the satiated look on Jack's face. Taking a wipe she daintily dabbed at her mouth. "There, a much cleaner way than last night, don't you think?" She smiled at him, wickedly. Checking herself in the vanity mirror she tutted. "Damn, you smudged my lipstick." Jack gathered himself together and tidied himself away. "What's the matter?" Christine asked. "You seem, well, disappointed." He looked at her. "I'm not disappointed. Well, I don't think so." He looked out of the window at the passing traffic. "Don't get me wrong, it's just that, well, last night and tonight, what you did to me, they were fantastic. Brilliant. The best I think I've ever had. But I really wanted to, well, you know, touch you. Kiss you. Do those things to you. Return the favour, so to speak." She smiled. "Aw, you're so sweet." "Don't take the piss." "I'm not. Listen, most blokes don't think about the girl. They just want to fuck, or get sucked. They don't care whether the girl gets to enjoy herself or not, so the fact that you do is nice. But anyway, I think I'm falling in love with you, much as I hate to admit it, and I wanted to do something nice for you. Believe it or not, I like giving blow jobs – the taste, your orgasm, all of that stuff. Trust me, I get a thrill out of it to." She paused and looked at him. "Next time, you never know you're luck. I might let you fuck me." 3. It was some time until they were alone together again. Jack and Christine saw each other in the office, lunched together in front of their colleagues, spoke often on the phone when they were out on the road, and drove each other wild with text messages in the early hours of the morning. But they hadn't seen each other for some time. Christine: do you want to have dinner one night next week? I can get out of the house. Jack and Christine Jack: sure – what night? They arranged via text message to meet in Cambridge, far enough from the family homes to risk not being seen by anybody, but with a cover story that would allow any potential voyeur to not think something deceitful was going on. Dinner at Browns consisted of starter, main course and dessert, accompanied by a couple of bottles of Cabernet Sauvignon and liquor coffees to finish. Their conversation was playful and light and together they realised the desire for each other remained strong. They became convinced that there was more to their relationship than just sex and they day-dreamed of where they would run away to together, their fantasies ranging from snowed-in stone cottages in the Scottish Highlands where they could make love before a roaring fire to the sun-drenched beaches of the Bahamas, where Christine fretted that sand might get into her butt-crack while they frolicked before the sea. They giggled like lusty teenagers at what they'd do to each other until the bill arrived and before they knew it they were in the fresh air and late night together once again. Christine linked her arm through Jack's as they walked down the busy Cambridge streets to where his Lexus was parked. "It's always my car, isn't it?" Jack mused. "Well if we were to shag in mine the suspension would collapse and I'd have a hell of a time explaining that!" They both laughed as Jack guided the expensive Japanese car out of the city and onto the country roads that lead home. This time Christine's hand did work its way through the zipper of Jack's trousers as he drove and as the midnight hour approached other drivers on the A10 might have been amused to note that the attractive couple in the silver Lexus, smiling and laughing each other were masturbating each other as the car roared down the single carriageway. Christine had worked Jack's cock into stiffness and she slowly pulled on it as he drove, cautious not to excite him too much. Cruise control might keep the car at a certain speed but he still had to hold the wheel and she was mindful of him shooting off into the ditch. It hadn't stopped her, however, from opening her legs and sliding the skirt she was wearing up to allow him to slide his hand up her thigh until he could feel the soft mound of hair between her legs. His eyes had widened with surprise slightly and she had laughed. "I rarely wear knickers," and then she laughed again. "You'll look at me a different way the next time you see me in the office, won't you!" They'd both giggled and then she'd gasped with delight as his fingers touched her wetness. She was so moist and her pussy lips felt silky smooth as he moved his fingers over them, around them, teased her clitoris. Her breathing had become shallow and heavy and her voice husky. "Pull off here," she commanded. Breaking off from teasing her for a moment, Jack followed her directions until the Lexus was parked in a shaded forest area far from any main traffic. "Do me here." There was no hesitation to her voice. She grabbed at him roughly as he pulled at his trousers and kicked them over his ankles, climbing across the gear stick. Reaching to the side of her seat he touched the button that allowed the seat to drop back and for a moment they waited as the whir of the motor filled the cabin. Christine giggled as the seat lowered behind her and slid back to give them more room. "This must be what it's like to fuck on a dentist's chair," she mused. And then Jack was in her. His cock slid easily into the hot wet folds of her cunt and she cried out with delight as she clasped his butt and pulled him deep into her, feeling him stretch her lips open and push her vaginal walls wide as he seemed to push ever-deeper into her. For a moment she thought he wasn't going to stop, that the thick tip of his prick would push all the way through her cervix and into her womb. "Fuck, fuck, you feel massive," she winced, almost in pain. "Don't stop, don't stop." And then he was all the way inside her, deep into the soaking wet depths of her pussy, their mouths pushed together in a deep and passionate kiss as a wave of climax washed over Christine's body. She shook with excitement and pleasure as he filled her, each time pulling back and pushing deep into her again, the car's suspension rocking beneath them as they screwed each other on the passenger seat of his company car. "Christ, you feel hot," Jack breathed into her mouth. Her pussy felt hot, tight and wet around the straining muscle of his manhood and he couldn't help but keep stopping deep inside her, enjoying the sensation of her around him. "It needs fucking hard," Christine groaned into his ear, and he didn't need encouraging twice. Lifting her thighs up around him, Christine placed one foot on the dashboard, the other across on the car's steering wheel, and used her hands on the headrest behind her to push herself down on to his cock. In turn, Jack pushed his feet against the floor of the passenger well, gripped Christine's hips and pounded at her pussy as she'd never felt it before. She screamed in pleasure as his prick pushed into her deeper and harder with each thrust until she began to feel dizzy. She thought she was going to pass out as her orgasm approached and she bit her lip to fight back the guttural scream that was emanating from deep within her stomach. But there was no stopping it. Her orgasm rushed forward, her pussy clamped tight around his cock and she shook with desire as the warmth in her belly forced the scream from her throat. "Oh God! Fuck!" She cried. Jack leaned down and bit at her neck as he felt himself thicken with spunk and then he was coming inside her, his sperm rushing into that sweet, juicy haven between her legs and he groaned against her skin with pleasure as the scent of the musty sex in such a confined space swarmed around them. They collapsed together on the seat and then Christine was crying. "Oh God, oh God. What have we done?" At first Jack was confused and then it dawned on him. While she was masturbating him, while she was sucking him, somehow she was able to separate their relationship from that which she had with her husband. Now they had had sex. Full on, dynamic, passionate, animal fucking. And she had broken a cardinal rule, stepped over a line she had clearly not meant to cross. 4. They didn't see each other for a long time after that. For a while, the late night text messages stopped, the telephone calls while they were on their way home from respective appointments stopped. In the office, conversation was stilted. Colleagues and friends noticed the difference and many put two and two together. Though nobody had ever said it to Jack and Christine, many who worked around them had noticed the lust between the couple, one or two had seen their clandestine meetings in nearby car parks and one colleagues had seen Jack's car in the lay-by the night she had first performed oral sex on him, had slowed down enough to notice two shadowy figures inside in compromising positions. The rumours through the office were rife and now the two of them weren't talking it was taken as further confirmation. In an effort to get away from the strained relationship, Jack booked himself a week's worth of appointments in Scotland in the hopes that the break would give him and his friend time to convalesce, to work things out, to put their friendship – if not their physical relationship – back together. Helping to break his Monday journey, Jack booked an appointment at a customer in Derby and a hotel a mile north for that night. The rest of the journey would take place on Tuesday morning, getting him to Glasgow in time for a late afternoon appointment that would then lead on to dinner. He'd worked it out perfectly, but he hadn't checked the department's calendar. "What are you doing here?" Christine saw him first. She was sitting in one of the small leather chairs in reception, waiting for her customer to come out and meet her. Jack checked himself in with the receptionist and wandered over to where she was sitting. She looked very formal today, wearing a trouser-suit with her shirt buttoned to her neck. None of her clothes were pulled tight, disguising the lithe figure that was hidden beneath. "I'm meeting Rob," he told her. She looked good, even in this formal get-up. Her hair, more blonde than red these days, was pulled back over her head and tied off in a pony-tail that fell halfway down her back. Her make up was soft, subtle tones of pink over her pretty, freckled face, the lipstick a softer pink tone with less shine to it than usual. "So am I," she said, a perplexed look on her face. "Chris, Jack," a voice said. "So good of you both to be here." An elderly gentleman they both knew well walked towards them. "Apologies for the confusion over the double-booking – my secretary saw your company name and just assumed that you were both coming together, rather than separately." Jack and Christine bluffed their way round the error, blaming their own diaries, and followed the business owner to his office. The meeting was stilted and afterwards the couple were forced to face each other in the car park. In the end Jack decided to clear the air. "I've got a hotel booked a mile up the road from here. Why not come back and have dinner with me. We can talk." At first he thought she would say no, but after a moment of looking at him she nodded. "That would be nice." They dined in the little bar that was hooked on to the side of the cheap lodge hotel and, despite herself, Christine followed Jack back to his room afterwards. They hadn't discussed sex or their relationship during the meal, just business and mutual acquaintances. Now they found themselves lying on the double bed together. Jack was partially sitting up, a pillow providing support, while Christine curled up on the bed beside him and lay her head on his stomach. "I do love you, you know," she said softly. She had been listening to his breathing as he had absent-mindedly stroked his hand through her hair. The pony-tail was gone now, her golden locks flowing over her shirt and onto the plain bed covers. "I love you too." "What are we going to do?" Jack thought about the question for a moment. "What do you want to do?" "I hate it when you answer a question with a question." He laughed, but she carried on. "I want my cake and to eat it too." "Me too." Her hand was stroking his thigh now, her fingers cautiously working their way up until she was almost touching his groin, and then sliding back down again. She repeated this over and over as talked. "I've missed you," he said. "I'm missed you too." Her hand had become braver. It slid up to cup him through the jeans he was wearing. She squeezed slightly. "I've missed him too." Jack let his hand slide down the back of her head, over her shoulders, rubbing her back gently. Christine's fingers worked the zip on his jeans and then her hand was inside. He felt himself harden at her touch and he groaned as she pulled him out through the hole in his trousers. He could feel her breath on the tip of his cock and it excited him. His cock twitched with anticipation and Christine flicked her tongue over the tip of it. He thought he heard her say hello to his knob. They lay like that for a moment, Christine holding his manhood in her hand, her breath warm on the mushroom tip of his cock. Every now and then she would let her tongue trail the head of his penis. Her hand squeezed him, moved up and down his shaft, excited him. Jack said nothing. His heart was beating fast, he was unsure what was coming next. He felt her tongue tease the tip of his cock once again, then her lips kissed the head, delicately. Reflexively, he pushed his cock forward towards her mouth, thinking she might back away. She didn't. Instead, she opened her mouth and welcomed him in. Her tongue was as cool as he remembered it, sliding gracefully over his shaft as she moved her head down to swallow him whole. For a while she did little more than that, moving her head steadily back and forth, sucking him slowly. There was no force or aggression, this time it was a lover's passion. She wanted to please him with her lips, to excite him but not to bring him to climax. This was foreplay, not fucking. She bobbed her head up and down, sucking him, teasing him, letting her tongue work its magic over his pole until he was as hard as nature would allow him to be and then she pulled back from him. Together they worked each other's clothes off until, for the first time in their relationship, the were naked before each other. "You're beautiful," Jack whispered, pulling her face to his and kissing her lips gently. Then he pushed her back onto the bed and began to nibble her neck. His fingers worked their way up her thighs until he felt the moistness that was the entrance to her sex, his mouth simultaneously working its way down her body, taking each bullet-hard nipple into his mouth in turn as his fingers teased and massaged her pussy lips until she was wet and open, waiting for him. His mouth continued its journey down over her stomach until he could smell her sex. He controlled his hunger, eager not to appear urgent or amateurish, until his head was between her legs. Using his fingers he pulled her vagina lips apart and let his tongue lap at the wet opening, revelling in the sensation of her smooth, slick pussy lips, thirstily lapping up the bitter-sweet juices of her excitement. She pushed her crotch forward, urging him to take more of her into his mouth, to envelope the folds of her pussy entrance with his lips and he didn't disappoint. She gyrated her hips, writhing her cunt against his face as he hungrily ate at her, lapping up her juices and probing her depths with his tongue until her first cry of delight rushed from her mouth. He felt the orgasm surge into his mouth and eagerly swallowed it up, sucking, licking, lapping at her cunt until she grabbed at his head and began to pull him up her body. "Make love to me," she begged, kissing him, tasting her juices on his tongue, licking them from his lips. His cock slid into her waiting hole, as hot and tight as it had been that night in the car. She wrapped her legs around him, pulled him close so that he could feel her breasts pushed against his chest as they screwed slowly on top of the bed covers. Christine could feel another orgasm approaching and, using her legs, she deftly rolled the two of them over so that Jack was suddenly on his back, Christine astride him. Glancing down he watched himself sliding in and out between her legs as she bit her lip, holding back the next orgasm, enjoying the sensation of him pumping into her pussy for just a moment longer. It was not enough, the climax was already there and she gasped out, collapsing against him for a moment as she shuddered, the sensation of his big cock deep inside her too much to keep the emotion and orgasm at bay. "I want to fuck you," he whispered into her ear. "I want to do you hard, deep, pleasure you." She giggled. "Then do it," she urged. "Do me anyway you want." Pushing her up he lifted her from him and onto the bed. Christine knew what he wanted and rolled onto her front, lifting herself up on her knees until her backside was in the air, widening her thighs until her pussy glistened in the raw light of the stark room. Jack knelt behind her, guiding the tip of his cock to her pussy lips, and watched excitedly as he slid into her, the scent of her excited sex rising to assail his nostrils as he pushed deep into her. Christine groaned, biting at the pillow as he filled her deeper than he had ever done before. Gripping her hips he pulled her back towards him and she lifted herself up onto her arms so that she could push hard at him. Her cunt lips gripped him tightly and he smiled salaciously at the sight. In this position her lips gripped at him so tightly he thought he was going to climax immediately so he slid back, not ready yet. He wanted to end with a dramatic climax and Christine already knew what it was. Making love had passed by – now they were fucking. She needed him as urgently as he needed her. He was to plunder her pussy as hard as he could and cover her with his hot seed. They both knew it; they both needed it. Jack waited until the climax had subsided and then thrust hard and deep into her cunt. Christine cried out in surprise and pleasure with each thrust. His cock was deep and hard inside her, hot, full, a driving poker that was filled with pleasure. Jack's orgasm approached. He could feel it, it needed out and Christine knew it. She suddenly pulled away from him, knelt before him and offered her face to him, opening her mouth as he grabbed at his cock and pulled at himself, feeling the explosion deep within him, feeling it burst forth, watching as it tore from deep within his penis and covered her lips, her tongue, her neck, her breasts. He kept pulling at his cock, waiting for every last drop to be free, then Christine took him in her mouth, sucked him into her, licked him clean and dry. The two of them collapsed onto the bed, ignoring the trails of sperm that covered both their body; they just wanted to hold each other close. 5 Like any good tryst, Jack knew it wouldn't last long. He was in Paris, on business, when the call came. "Listen, darling," she said. "People are talking... we have to be more careful... we can't carry on." It wasn't the news he wanted, but he'd been expecting it anyway.