0 comments/ 8338 views/ 1 favorites Jennifer and Harry Pt. 01 By: browngrad Jennifer is fairly typical of most Midwest, middle class, middle aged women. Born and raised in a small northwest Indiana town, she enjoyed a stable upbringing and attended the local University to obtain a degree in English literature. She married her high school sweetheart, had two wonderful children with him, and enjoyed their lovely home. Sexually, she had a rampant imagination but low on courage. When she turned 40, she realized that she wanted more out of life with regards to her sexuality and passions. Her husband, Tom, was a good man who provided well for his family. Between the two of them, they enjoyed a comfortable life. He was the first man she ever did anything sexually with and that remained so until her trip to London meet a man she had fallen for over the internet. On the Monday before she was scheduled to leave for London, she arranged a cyber-date with her prospective lover. As she waited for him to come online, she reflected on the guilt and selfishness she felt at arranging to leave the country to meet this man. She found herself thinking about her sexual history, and recalled the first time she and Tom were sexual together. She flashed back to their senior year in high school when they were madly in love with each other. Jennifer wanted to have sex in the worse way. Most of her girlfriends were sexually active but she felt very conflicted about losing her virginity before marriage. Tom was one of the guys in high school that all the girls admired. He was an A student and one of the top players on the Tennis team. When she and her girlfriends went to his tennis matches, they all giggled and squirmed when he came out in his tennis shorts. He was 6'2", 185 pounds of solid, supple young man. It made her angry that her girlfriends were lusting after her boyfriend, but she refused to give in to peer pressure. One of her girlfriends was frankly a bitch, and threatened to fuck him if Jennifer did not give him a blow job on their next date. Of course, that ended their friendship. Tom loved and respected Jennifer. Despite his yearnings, he did not want to compromise her values. Although dates with her typically ended with passionate kissing, there was no other sexual activity other than the usual masturbatory fantasy about her once he returned to the isolation of his shower at home. She recalled them going off to college and keeping in daily contact. She remained at home to take advantage of the excellent education her local university offered, while he traveled to the larger State University some 150 miles away. During their freshman year, they finally began exploring their sexuality together. She recalled secretly traveling to see him over homecoming weekend. Her parents thought she was caught up in homecoming activities, but really, she was many miles away hoping to lose her virginity to the man she loved. She recalled the excitement as she drove to see him. "Tonight is the night that I become a woman," she thought to herself as she arrived at his dorm. He was a resident counselor which carried the perk of a single room. She recalled the feeling she had at seeing him after being apart for about six weeks. He needed a haircut, but otherwise was remained tall, handsome and athletic looking as ever. She recalled the flush feeling in her face and the embarrassment she felt at compulsively glancing at his crotch. He made the college tennis team as a freshman, and just returned from practice when she arrived. His athletic shorts did not hide much of what she would later discover was an 9 inch god send. She recalled the awkwardness of not know how to proceed with what she knew she wanted. By default, Jennifer fell into the familiar pattern of kissing him and hugging him. Tom felt free to finally explore her body, reaching down to massage her firm bottom. As he did so, she jumped and gasped softly at the feel of his cock pressing against her firm body. Her mind was flooded with fear and excitement. She waited to take Tom's lead. As he moved away from her embrace, he was proud to show off his now fully erect cock through his tennis shorts. He asked if it was alright for them to take off their clothes and with that, they stood naked and wanting. She recalled the feeling of innocent excitement as she noticed that Tom could not take his eyes off of her breasts and erect nipples. She became very sexually excited by the thought that she was desirable to him. She could feel an unfamiliar transformation taking place in how she viewed herself. For the first time in her life, she no longer felt like a dumb virgin high school girl. She basked in the feeling of being a woman in heat. Jennifer cautiously reached out to rub his chest. She held her breath as her hand moved down to tease his navel while planting gentle kisses on his neck. Reaching further down, she touch his penis for the first time. It was the first cock she ever touched in her life. She was amazed at how smooth and powerful his shaft felt. She could not believe that the head of his cock was as swollen as it had become. She stood in front of him gently stroking his cock, discovering and exploring his penis. She never imagined that the feel of a man's penis in her hand could be so pleasurable to her. Bravely, she asked him to lay on the bed and silently, she examined his body. She began by straddling his thighs while facing him. She was well aware of her exposing her vagina to him as she positioned herself over his legs. She could feel her vaginal lips parting while she stroked his rock hard erection. She was gentle at first, but when he reached up to fondle her breast, she squeezed his cock tighter and stroked it with a firm grip. She wondered if he had cum already since his cock was glistening with a sticky slimy fluid. She recalled reading an article in a magazine about pre-ejaculate, and figured that the fluid was a sign of his excitement. She recalled being surprised by her boldness and by the sudden urge to possess his penis. She also recalled the feeling of inadequacy as she compared her little inward vagina to his massive ripe cock. She wanted to stroke him until he exploded and she recalled wanting to feel that explosion as if it was hers. As she continued to be lost in thought, she relived the memory of moving further up his body placing his cock between her legs so as to make it seem like it was her cock and she was jerking herself off. She leaned back a little and with a fury unlike she ever imagined, she stroked "her cock" with all she could muster. With that, she recalled Tom throwing his head back in total surrender. She recalled feeling his body tensing up. While sitting at her computer waiting for her on-line lover, she shuttered at the excitement she felt when she witnessed his huge load of semen coming out. It flew up in the air and startled her. Almost at the same time, they both exclaimed, "holy shit"! She recalled the embarrassment that they both felt. On his part, he seemed sheepish and apologetic about the semen that was now deposited all over his chest and stomach. On her part, she was afraid that he thought she was some sort of sex freak who secretly wanted to be a man. With a disappointed snickered, she recalled how they got dressed, went to the school snack bar for a burger and fries, and never spoke about the afternoon encounter. That recollection shook her back to reality. She had been so lost in thought that she failed to notice that her British cyber lover had been trying to instant message her. During their internet chat session, she spoke of the excitement she was feeling by the thought of secretly going to meet him. He asked many questions about her sexuality, her preferences, and her relationship with her husband. With the memory of her first sexual interaction with Tom fresh in her mind, and through the chat session with Harry, she discovered what was lacking in their sex life. She recalled feeling horribly frustrated that they did not have intercourse on his homecoming weekend. She also recalled the now familiar feeling that the sexual encounter was all about his orgasm. "Well...," she typed, "he seems content to have me stroke his cock and to fuck me, but he does not really bring me to orgasm." She went further, " I'm ashamed to say, but our sex life is rather boring and routine. I masturbate every morning after he leaves for work and enjoy the sexy feeling that comes with wearing thong underwear and tight fitting pants to the grocery store or to the mall. I can literally feel the men undressing me as they stare at my ass." Harry was obviously very experienced in sexual matters. He spoke of the things he enjoyed sexually, things that she could only imagine. During one particularly steamy chat session he articulated all the things he wanted to do to her. He taunted her with the possibility of being with a man who enjoyed bringing a woman to the heights of sexual pleasure. He then made a request of her. He asked that she call him during one of her morning masturbation sessions and manipulate herself to orgasm over the phone. He was very specific in his request. He only wanted her to identify herself and then play with herself until she had an orgasm. She thought she could do that and arranged a time for the phone call. She began the morning of her phone call by taking a nice long soak in the hot tub. She felt most sensuous in the morning. Tom was off to work, the kids were gone for school, and she finally had private time to so as she pleased. She often masturbated shortly after everyone was off to school. On warm days, she cleaned the house in the nude. The privacy fence around her hot tub allowed for her to enjoy a naked 30 minutes of fantasy and pleasure. She enjoyed the feeling of the steamy water on her skin. Closing her eyes, her mind drifted to thoughts of her cyber-lover. The picture he emailed her depicted a ruggedly handsome man. His large, muscular body stood in sharp contrast to the sensitivity of his words on her computer screen. He tended bar for one of the trendier nightclubs in London and had a passion for rugby and opera. Her mind drifted to the fantasy of her being his wife. She fantasized about waiting anxiously for him to return from the championship match he told her about a few nights ago. "Oh my," she thought to herself, "I can see him walking through the door, dirty, sore, battered and bruised from a hard match. I have nothing but my robe on when he walks through the door. I'll let him know that I have been keeping a bath warm for him. I'll help him take his clothes off, kiss him with a wanting kiss, and invite him to let me bath him." The thought of it cause her to throw her head back and spread her legs ever so slightly in the hot steamy bubbling water. In her little hot tub fantasy, she so wanted to prompt him to lie back in the tub while she stood behind him, running her fingers down his chest, massaging his well muscled shoulders. She could practically see his penis breaking the surface of the bathwater. She visualized herself running her fingernails down his chest, gently pinching his nipples and of course leaving the washing of his genitals for the very last. Her mind fast forwarded to her holding his soapy cock in her hand while she stroked it with one hand and cupped his balls with the other. The intense fantasy together with being in the hot tub a little longer than usual made her slightly lightheaded. She went inside to enjoy a fruit salad, and bottled water followed by a glass of her favorite white wine. It was now going on 10 am and she was already starting to get beside herself in lust and passion. As she put the breakfast dishes in the sink, she impulsively reached through her satin robe to rub her aching pussy. She ran her finger along the length of her vaginal lips, poked a finger in ever so slightly, and then pulled away, determined not to allow release until it was time for her phone call. Before making the call, she wanted to review some of his recent emails to her. In one, he spoke of his lust for her and his wish that she could travel to Britain to make love with him. During his most recent email, he wrote descriptively about wanting to give her a full body massage. He described rubbing her back and using his fingers to release the tension from her spine. He wanted to take her hands in his and use his thumb to trace forceful circles around her palm, followed by a light tracing with his finger up her arm and ending with teasing circular touches around her nipples. He went so far as to fantasize about using a feather to lightly brush her vagina until it opened like a flower hungry for moisture and sunshine. The time had come, and not a moment too soon. By now, she was practically jumping out of her skin. She wanted desperately to talk with him, and fill him in on the numerous erotic thoughts she had about him over the course of the morning. She also wanted to please him by obeying his request that she only identify herself and then proceed to climax. She laid back on her bed, gently massaging her breasts. The "girls" perked up right away. She reached down to gently trace light touches around her genitals with four of her fingers, running light circles around the heat of her desire. With that, she hit the speed dial and when he said hello in his sexy British accent, She uttered, "Mmmm, hi lover, its me Jennifer." She proceeded to hit the speaker button and intensified her manipulation of her genitals. She breathed heavily while pressing harder along the outside of her vagina. She moaned as she paused from the genital manipulation to squeeze her breasts together. She then wanted desperately to have him hear the sounds she makes when she is in that gray area between pain and pleasure. She licked her fingers to that he could hear it over the speaker phone, making it a point to slurp loudly so that he could easily surmise what she was up to. Then, in very uncharacteristic fashion, she moistened her anal sphincter with her wet fingers. When her anus was wet and fairly relaxed, she plunged two fingers into her now receptive opening. She was surprised at how easily her fingers slid into her receptive asshole. As she did so, she let out the sexiest deep sigh that she could muster. She was now out of control and tightened her anal sphincter to squeeze her fingers while rubbing her fully engorged clit with her other hand. While panting and moaning with pleasure, she began to feel the waves of orgasm coming on. They were like crashes of thunder and lightning on a warm summer night. First came the crackling sounds and then the boom. She pulled her fingers out of her ass and rubbed her clitoris furiously. Suddenly , she felt an unfamiliar sensation. She yelled, " Oh my god!" and with that a large amount of vaginal fluid erupted from her vaginal opening. She giggled and gasped , exclaiming, "Oh shit, I just had my first squirting orgasm." As she laid on the bed, spent and still trembling with the after effects of the most intense orgasm she ever had in her life, she whispered, "Have a good evening, Harry, wish you were here." Jennifer and Harry Pt. 02 After the intense phone sex experience, Jennifer was convinced that she was destined to meet her cyber-lover. She already told her husband, Tom, that she was going overseas to visit her aging grandmother, who happened to live in London. He was perfectly agreeable to managing the busy household while she was gone. She packed her bags, taking care not to let Tom see the thong underwear and lacy negligees she purchased for the trip. Wearing thongs was not unusual for her, as she enjoyed teasing the men, and being the envy of the women at the mall, but to have him notice the new ones she purchased from Victoria’s Secret as well as the very sheer negligees might arouse suspicion. She packed her favorite sheer silk white blouse, in case Harry wanted to see her nipples during dinner! Tom hired a an airport limousine to pick her up at her door. It was an approximately 90 minute trip and he did not want her leaving the family car at the airport for several days. When her limo arrived, she was surprised that the limo driver was a very handsome “kid”, appearing to be barely out of college. He took her bags, open the door for her, and took special effort to make her feel like a lady. She also noticed how he looked at her while escorting her into the limo. She was not dressed particularly seductively, just her favorite jeans with the hole in the knee , and tennis shoes. Maybe it was the tight black cashmere sweater that got him going. Anyway, she noticed him sneaking flirting glances at her perky breasts and saw him examining how nicely her jeans hugged her pelvis. Frankly, it turned her on. On the way to the airport, she was lost in erotic anticipation of her meeting with Harry. She basked in the memory of her first squirting orgasm, and reminded herself of all the wonderful things that Harry said to her, both in instant messages and in email correspondence. The driver was a sandy headed kid, slim, with sparkling blue eyes. Jennifer felt her kitten purring as she glanced at the young man while alternately losing herself to thoughts of making love to Harry. She imagined one particular scene in which Harry described wanting to take her from behind, doggie style. He made reference to enjoying watching his large cock slide in and out of a wet pussy. He was quite detailed in his description of the visual pleasure he took in seeing a woman’s vaginal lips hugging his penis as he pulled out of her. She recalled one particular chat session in which he described wanting to get her in this position, grab her hair, and fuck the shit out of her. It then occurred to her that this was her time to play and she was going to take full advantage of it. Tom had no idea what a hungry harlot she had become. Boldly, she decided to take action. She closed the privacy curtain of the limo but made it a point to leave it open just enough to be able to see the drivers face reflected in the rear view mirror. With that, she began gently rubbing her breasts through her sweater. She loved the feel of the soft cashmere on her bare breasts. She rarely wore a bra, and was not about to wear one for this trip. Through her half closed eyes, she could see the driver taking notice of what was going on in passenger compartment. While continuing to rub her breasts, she propped her leg up on the seat in front of her so as to give the driver a view of her crotch. She rubbed her pussy through her jeans as they made their way through the light traffic heading for the airport. Jennifer unsnapped her jeans, slipping her hand down her crotch. She was not surprised to find that she was already quite moist with excitement. Running small circles around her growing clitoris, she moaned with anticipation of the pleasures that awaited her in London. She was certain that the driver was catching all of this, but wanted to make sure, so she sat up and slowly pulled the curtain back. She leaned up and with her jeans still unsnapped and nipples raging, she wondered whether he had a cigarette. Jennifer smoked only on rare occasions, but needed an excuse to make sure she had his attention. She could see that he was trying to hide his erection while reaching for the pack of cigarettes in his jacket. “Mission accomplished!”, she thought to herself. She sat back in the passenger compartment, drew the curtain slightly and started rubbing her breasts while gazing out the window. In time, she removed her sweater and massaged her breasts while teasing her erect nipples. Throwing caution to the wind, she pulled her jeans down and spread herself for young man. She stayed in that position for several minutes, giving the young man a prolonged view of her lovely pussy while she smoked her cigarette. She could see him glancing back through the mirror. With that, she slowly but deliberately inserted three fingers into her now fully engorged vaginal opening. In no time at all, she could feel the waves of passion filling her abdomen and radiating to the center of her passions. She squeezed her legs together while still having her fingers deep inside of herself and rode out the waves. Jennifer felt more powerful than she had ever felt before. She felt very “hot” both in appearance and in her sexuality. She pulled up her jeans, reluctantly covered her breasts, and brushed her hair. After getting herself together in her seat, she pulled the curtain back. The driver averted his gaze, which she imagined was fixed on her throughout the masturbatory experience. She did not speak a word, and neither did he. Upon reaching the airport, she smiled her sexiest smile and thanked him for the ride. He said, “The pleasure was all mine.” He winked at her while handing her his business card with a cell phone number. She tucked it into the front pocket of her jeans making it a point to dig deep into her pocket so as to pass a glancing feel of her pussy. She giggled and with that, she was on her way to the terminal. After an anxious time in customs, she was on the plane nervously anticipating her upcoming weekend with Harry. It was an overnight fight scheduled to arrive at Heathrow sometime mid morning. She settled back in her seat, trying to relax. She couldn’t believe she had the nerve to expose herself and masturbate for the viewing pleasure of the limousine driver. It excited her to think of how powerfully sexual she felt. She never experienced this before and was basking in her sexual prowess. Seated next to her was a very proper looking blond woman. She had round glasses, a proper dress, blood red and perfectly manicured finger nails, and a very smart, sassy look about her. They chatted easily about their plans in London. She explained that she was going to see her grandmother who was ill while her seatmate revealed that she was heading over to London for some rest and relaxation. She explained that her father was a wealthy businessman who felt that she needed to experience a weekend in London. Being the “daddies girl” that she was, she was more than happy to take a trip at his expense. Jennifer was envious of the young woman with the stylish hairdo and the beautiful gold Rolex. She couldn’t help but notice her ample breasts, her shapely figure and the way she curled her toes upon removing her high heeled shoes. As it turned out, her seatmate was a graduate of Brown University, majoring in education and now holding an administrative position within the New York City public school system. Jennifer felt highly inadequate as she described her life as a Midwest housewife. She wanted to tell the young lady that, more times then not, she was the hottest bitch in the supermarket, and that most of the guys in town wanted to fuck her, but she thought the better of it. At about 3am central standard time, somewhere over the Atlantic, things started getting a little weird. Her seatmate seemed to be losing her inhibitions, discussing her need for a good fuck and wondering if she was going to be able to score some London cock. Jennifer was a little taken aback by the brash talk coming from this proper “little rich girl.” As the woman detailed her plans to get laid in London, she brushed her now bare feet along Jennifer’s calf , looking at her with a lustful eye. Jennifer was startled, but very taken by this young woman’s beautiful green eyes. She froze in anxiety and uncertainty. “Now what?” she thought to herself. “I’m sitting here with no underwear on, having exposed my pussy and masturbated to orgasm for the fuckin limo driver and this chick is hitting on me.” Before she could think of what to say, the woman explained, ‘Look sweetheart, I’m going to the ladies room right over there. After I close the door, you knock twice and I’ll let you in. I promise you will not be disappointed.” The woman stood up and headed for the rest room. “Aw shit….now what do I do?” thought Jennifer. It took her all of three seconds to decide that this was her weekend to play and she was not going to hold back a thing. After the door closed, Jennifer obediently followed right behind. As they squeezed into the cramped bathroom, the woman caressed Jennifer’s face and began licking Jennifer’s lips. Jennifer parted her lips ever so slightly to allow her tongue to explore the young woman’s mouth. She had never kissed a woman before, never even thought about it, but she found the mid-Atlantic encounter highly exciting and decided long ago that she was going to allow her sexual self to emerge on this trip. If that meant exposing herself to the limo driver, so be it. If it meant making out in a toilet somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean with a female stranger, that was ok too. She pressed herself against the woman, feeling her breasts against her own. The woman reached around to caress Jennifer’s shapely ass, and with that, Jennifer felt the heat of her genitals beginning to boil. She squeezed the woman’s ass in turn, and pressed her mound firmly against hers. As they were grinding their pussies through their clothing, the woman told her to sit on the sink. Jennifer was filled with desire and did as she was told. The woman removed Jennifer’s tennis shoes, undid her jeans and slipped them off, exposing Jennifer’s now engorged private parts. Jennifer looked down and was somewhat embarrassed to see her vaginal lips protruding and wanting. The woman sat on the toilet in front of the sink, removed her glasses and brushed Jennifer’s pussy with a full stroke of her hand. She started her fingers at the base of Jennifer’s vaginal opening and ran her hand up until the heel of her hand was pressing against her clit. Jennifer leaned back against the mirror of the sink and spread her legs wider. With that, the woman spread Jennifer’s vaginal lips as wide as they would go, exposing her throbbing member in the process. The woman licked Jennifer’s clit and then traced light circles around her aching jewel with her moistened finger. She moaned with delight as the woman began flicking her tongue along her vaginal opening and made her way to her fully erect clitoris. This was unlike any sensation she felt with Tom when, on those rare occasions, he performed oral sex on her. This young woman knew what a pussy felt like, knew what made it purr, and worked it to an art form. The woman alternated between probing Jennifer’s pussy with her tongue and licking her clit. She could feel the woman starting to probe her asshole. Jennifer repositioned herself slightly so as to give her easy access. The woman intensified her sucking, latching on to her clitoris like it was a little penis. She moved her head up and down the length of her clitoris, sucking it like she was giving her a blow job. She then inserted two fingers into her pussy while continuing her attack on Jennifer’s clitoris. The woman began furiously fingering Jennifer’s pussy. She stood up and pressed the heel of her hand against her clitoris while moving her fingers in small circles deep inside her vagina. With that, she felt like she was going to fall off the basin counter as she felt the familiar waves of pleasure beginning to take over. “Oh my god!” Jennifer exclaimed, and with that, she released her vaginal juices. “Shit, another squiring orgasm for me!” Jennifer thought. The woman licked her fingers in delight. The woman kissed her hungrily and as she did so, Jennifer could taste the sweetness of her own pussy. “Thanks for lovely snack”, said the woman, and with that, she left the restroom, leaving Jennifer sitting on the basin, half naked and with her head spinning. She gathered herself, put her clothes back on and walked back to her seat. When she returned, the woman smiled at her, reclined her chair, covered herself with a blanket and turned her head towards Jennifer. Jennifer, still shaking from the intensity of what just occurred tried to relax. Within a short time, they drifted off to sleep. As they deplaned at London-Heathrow airport, the woman was behind her as they waited for other passengers to gather their travel bags. Jennifer felt the woman squeeze her ass while whispering, “ Have a wonderful weekend, regards to your grandma.” Jennifer made her way through customs, and as she emerged from the gate, she instantly spotted Harry. Jennifer and Harry Pt. 03 When Jennifer saw a man who she thought might be Harry, she immediately felt relief that he did indeed show up. In the back of her mind, she feared that the whole thing was a hoax. She feared that perhaps he was not really who he claimed to be. She also felt the joy in her heart that the warmth of his smile brought to her upon their eyes meeting for the first time. He looked just like the picture he emailed to her, and as she got closer, she could see him holding a little sign that read, "I'm Harry!" He took her hands while standing back and gazing admiringly at her from head to toe. Harry gave her a big hug, and politely kissed her on the cheek. She was immediately attracted to him. He was a tall, handsome man, with narrow hips and broad shoulders. She was amazed that a man in his mid-forties could look so masculine and toned. He routinely shaved his head and preferred jeans and boots to any other lower body attire. Harry suggested they go to a little coffee shop in the airport terminal to review options for their first day together. "Yeah right, Harry...," she thought . "Here is my itinerary. How about we go to your house and you fuck me silly, then go out for a bite to eat, come back, and lick, suck and fuck the night away." She did not want to take away from his interest in planning a nice day for them so she listened somewhat attentively to the options offered. As she listened, she tuned into the small details of this man that only served to make her want him more than she could have ever imagined. Jennifer was fetishistic about little things having to do with a man's personal appearance. Harry surpassed all of her standards. His nails were well manicured, not in a sissy way, but in a very masculine manor suggesting that the little things were important to him too. His eyebrows were perfectly groomed, there was no ear or nose hair visible, he wore a trendy watch, and his skin had a healthy glow to it. Finally, he had absolutely beautiful teeth. He talked about his favorite area of London and the many fun pubs around there, he checked with her regarding her interest in tourist attractions, and wondered what kind of cuisine she enjoyed. There was only one standard left for Jennifer to investigate. Actually, there were two, but the second would have to wait till they were naked. She spoke his name softly, "Harry, this might sound silly, but I need you to whisper a secret in my ear." Jennifer believed that catching a man off guard and observing his response said a lot about the man. Harry was a bit surprised by the request, thought for a moment, leaned over, and breathlessly whispered, "Really Jennifer, what I fancy is to fuck the shit out of you." She was now completely insane with desire. She smiled sheepishly, feeling the moisture deep within her pussy seeping to the surface. "Lets just play and allow the day to take us where it will," she shyly suggested. With that, they headed off to the tube bound for London proper. After a short ride and Harry running little circles along the back of Jennifer's hand, they arrived at a trendy area of London. He suggested a little pub that he was familiar with, and after a few pints of a rather dark, bitter tasting ale, she became distracted by her lack of undergarments juxtaposed against the animal magnetism of this handsome man. Harry spoke of the recent happenings in London, and a bit about his bartending antics when Jennifer interrupted, " Harry, I have had a long trip. I currently have no underwear on, my cunt is well lubricated, my nipples are obviously erect, and you are the most exciting man I have ever had the pleasure of talking with. Can we please go to your house? We'll figure out dinner plans after I have my way with you." Harry smiled a wry smile, signaled for the check, and off they went. She was surprised at the small dimensions of his apartment. He lived in a one bedroom flat with a tiny kitchenette. There was no shower, just a bathtub, and the floorboards creaked as she walked through his entryway. She made herself comfortable in his poorly decorated living room. None of this really mattered to her, but his flat certainly stood in sharp contrast to her large and stylishly Midwest suburban home. She found herself surprisingly bold as she straddled his lap soon after he settled onto the couch. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. Their mouths hungrily explored each other. As she rubbed the crack of her ass against his lap, she could feel his growing erection. She reached down to caress his cock through his jeans, feeling both the length and the girth that awaited her mouth and genitals. She was practically panting as she knelt in front of him, undoing his jeans. "Sweetheart, allow me to...," he started to say, until Jennifer interrupted. " Harry, just lean back on the couch and let me enjoy your cock. I've been dreaming of this moment for months." Almost breathless, she whispered, " You know dear, when I left you that hot message on your voice mail, it was this moment that made me so horny. I so want to devour your cock." Harry reclined on the couch and surrendered to her passions. She pulled down his jeans to uncover a most magnificent cock. It was thick, well veined, long, but not too long, and with the prettiest head she could have ever imagined. He kept his pubic hairs well trimmed, and displayed his shaved his balls and perineum for her. She ran her hand up from his balls, rubbing the heel of her hand along his muscular shaft, pressing his meat against his belly and ending her first stroke of the cock she had been dreaming about for the last several months with a firm grip on the head of his masculinity. "Ooooh!" she gasped as her hand slid easily over his moistened gland. Jennifer licked the head of his penis lightly at first, but in short order, could no longer contain herself and wrapped her lips around his swollen dick. She bobbed her head down to the rim of his swollen gland and back to the tip several times with a hunger that excited her and made him moan with pleasure. She reached up to pinch his nipples while continuing to slide his cock deep inside her mouth. She was crazy with desire, continuing to move her head up and down his shaft while pinching his nipples so hard that she could hear him gasp. He did not pull away nor say a word. In fact, he seemed to be offering his body for her pleasure, arching his back, and presenting his now erect nipples for her to torture at will. She continued to lick, suck, slurp and otherwise devour his cock. As she felt him start to tense up, she listened carefully to his breathing, taking him right to the edge of climax and then retreating. "Oh my god," he gasped, "That's was the closest I've ever come to orgasm without actually releasing. It was like an internal wave of pleasure!" He was tingling and over-stimulated, just like she wanted him. She stood in from of him as he writhed with passion. Jennifer slowly removed her black cashmere sweater to reveal her beautiful perky breasts. She slowly kicked off her tennis shoes, dropped her jeans, and standing in front of him, she rubbed her aching pussy. She demanded that he remove his clothes. Harry started to get up from the couch but in uncharacteristic fashion, she demanded that he remain reclining on the couch. "Take your fucking clothes off , lay down and put your hands over your head," she panted. Harry was a bit stunned by her taking control of the situation, but was too excited and overwhelmed by her sexuality to argue. He did as he was told. Feeling very powerful, she climbed on the couch, squatting over his face. She put a couch cushion under his head, and positioned him so that he had a comfortable view of her pussy. While deliberately placing his face between her thighs, she slowly traced her finger along her now engorged lips and spread her juices around the outside of her pussy. She ran her finger the length of her slit, stopping at her clitoris to trace light circles around it. She turned to look at his cock, which was now pointing straight towards her, hard as a rock, and dripping with pre-cum. "You have an amazingly beautiful pussy," he whispered in a very sexy British accent. No longer able to contain herself, she reached between her legs, shifting back along his body, grabbing his cock and plunging herself down on it. She could feel the pressure and passion of his manhood filling her little vagina completely. By now, she was so moist and ready that it slipped in fully and completely. The sense of fullness and completion ran up her abdomen, a wave seemed to come over her breasts, and ultimately her head was filled with the passions percolating down below. She put both hands on his chest, braced herself on her knees, and slid herself up and down his thick, long shaft. She could feel her ass slapping against him and when he started furiously thrusting to meet her own movements, she could feel his balls slapping against her ass. They fucked like animals in heat. Refusing to give in to her urge for an orgasm, Jennifer lifted herself off of this amazing man, and told him to get on the floor. He, of course, complied. She then turned her back to him, and squatted down to take his cock again. As she did so, she noticed that her pussy was gapped open, her vaginal lips were dangling and she was dripping with desire. She had never felt more open, more exposed, or more powerfully sexual. While squatting so that only her pussy touched the head of his cock, she braced herself on the chair in front of her and slid her pussy up and down the length of his shaft. The sight of her ass moving up and down, and the joy of watching her pussy lips hug his fully engorged shaft on the upstroke was more than he could take. Harry exclaimed, "Oh fuck me baby, take it all...ahhh, yes...I'm cuming, cuming for you, here it comes baby." She braced herself in anticipation of the explosion that was about to take place deep inside her. With a white knuckled grip on the chair in front of her, she felt his body jerking and felt a warm flood filling her. She savored the moment for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually, she lifted herself off him, and while sitting in the chair she used to brace herself moments earlier, crossed her legs so as to prevent any of his semen from escaping. She examined his now limp cock resting heavily along his thigh. He smiled at the sight of this beautiful woman and asked, "What shall we do for dinner, Jen?" "I really don't want to leave the apartment, I want to stay naked and enjoy you here," she said. Harry offered to call for Indian food from the little take away restaurant down the street. In a short time, the food arrived and they enjoyed a nice meal filled with dishes unfamiliar to her. She ate wrapped in a warm blanket. After another pint of ale, she was ready to retire to the bedroom. Harry took her hand, leading her to his smallish bedroom. It was cluttered, and obvious that a man "on the go" lived here. His carefree lifestyle only made her want him more. Resting on the bed, Harry traced light touches on her stomach, and gazed at her, as if he was spellbound by her beautiful skin, tussled hair, and beautiful brown eyes. She wanted more of him, but was exhausted from her travels. She was also rather self conscious about the fact that she had not washed, and her pussy was still laced with his semen. Harry offered to give her a nightcap. She wondered what he meant by that, but in short order, it was clear that he wanted to taste her pussy. "Hold on babe, let me freshen up a bit," she said. Harry was too full of desire to let her out of his sights. "Can I come with darling? May I please wash your genitals for you?" he begged. Now there's an offer she'd never heard before. Walking to the bathroom, she was very self conscious but her lust had long ago taken over. Bashfully, Jennifer whispered, "Harry, I have to tinkle." He smiled and asked that she allow him to be present while she peed. He explained, "Go ahead sweetheart, It's kind of a turn on for me." She was shocked by his admission, but as she thought about it, also found it wildly erotic. "Uh...well, ok," Jennifer said. She assumed her usual position and began to pee. As she did so, Harry stood in front of her, massaging her breasts, and positioning himself so that his semi-erect penis was inches from her mouth. When she was done, she reached up to take his heavy and ample cock in her hand. While sitting on the toilet, she rubbed his shaved balls and perineum while taking his cock into her mouth. She could feel it stiffening to her touch. "Mmm... dirty, nasty, bathroom sex," she thought to herself as she savored his delicious cock. She ran circles around his cock with her tongue and bravely ran her fingers along his smooth perineum. She cautiously began fingering his asshole. He moaned with surprising delight as she probed his ass while sliding her mouth up and down his cock yet again. She begged, "Cum for me again, Harry." She removed her fingers from his apparently wanting asshole and stroked his cock while simultaneously sliding her mouth up and down his throbbing head. He placed both hands against the wall behind the toilet, bracing himself while throwing his head back in pleasure. She could feel her lips growing numb and her jaws getting sore as she continued her oral assault. She loved the sight of his well muscled abs tensing as he thrust himself into her mouth. "Mmm, here baby, let me finish," whispered Harry. He stepped back to masturbate himself in front of her. While still sitting on the toilet, she opened her mouth, as if begging to be fed, and rubbed her pussy. Harry panted, "Oh yeah...you want it? You want it?" He continued to jerk himself off as he pleaded with her, "Tell me baby! Tell me what you need." He grabbed her hair and positioned her face. Jennifer stopped rubbing her aching pussy and squeezed her breasts while allowing her mouth to open as a natural response to having her hair pulled. She closed her eyes and could hear his moans of pleasure as he was about to unleashed his load for a second time. "Cum on my face and tits!" she finally declared. Within seconds, his cum laced her lips and dotted her breasts. Jennifer licked her lips to take him in. Jennifer, now almost completely spent, panted, "Mmmm, your cum feels so good on me. I hate to wash it off, but please, Harry, let me rinse off and I promise I will be right in." "Ok, sweetheart, don't be long," he said. Jennifer needed a moment to herself, as she felt rather psychotic. She was overwhelmed with the intensity of the day. She thought back to yesterday morning when she said goodbye to her loving husband and children. She recalled forgetting to call her family upon her arrival, and began feeling like a little whore. "Don't do this to yourself," she thought. "You have spend the last 20 years frustrated and fantasizing about a weekend like this. Relax...enjoy it, just stay in the moment." She coached herself into being able to stay calm enough to wash her genitals and rinse the semen from her breasts. She rinsed her mouth, looked at herself in the mirror and realized that she looked tired but fantastically sexual. Upon returning to the bedroom, she rested her head on the pillow, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the sounds of the occasional car passing in the night. As she started to drift off, it was apparent that Harry was not done with her yet. He rubbed her breasts and ran his hand down her freshly washed crotch. Only half conscious, she allowed him to spread her legs. She felt the warmth of his tongue exploring her inner thighs, teasing light traces along her slit. His tongue parted her vaginal lips, and before long, she was aching and panting in anticipation and exhaustion. Harry grabbed her knees and pulled her over to the side of the bed . She moved like a rag doll. He pushed her legs up to expose her glistening pussy and her sweet puckered asshole. Jennifer felt totally exposed and loved it. Too tired to put up any kind of a fight, she allowed him to licked and probe her asshole with his tongue. She moaned in a hazy delight, and found herself relaxing enough to open herself to him once again. As she did so, she could feel her sphincter relaxing and aching to be ass fucked with his tongue. She begged, "Mmm, push your tongue in more." He licked lustfully at her anal sphincter and probed with his tongue. Having moistened her asshole completely, he gently inserted one finger, and then two. He pushed Jennifer's legs back down so they dangled off the edge of the bed. Harry was kneeling in front of her, with his fingers gently probing her now well lubricated asshole. He placed his mouth gently but directly on her clit. Tracing slow, lustful circles around her swollen gland while his fingers gently massaged her deep inside her ass, he could feel her pressing her pussy hungrily against his exploring mouth and fingers. Jennifer thought, "Oh my god, here I cum again!" She felt the waves coming and tried to relax enough to allow for a gentle but intense orgasm to take over. Harry could feel her sphincter tighten as she came. He relished the feel of her pussy throbbing in his mouth and her asshole squeezing his fingers. Within seconds, Jennifer's eyes rolled back into her head and she was on her way to sleep. Fleeting images of the limo driver, the woman on the plane, the living room sex, and bathroom sex filled her senses. She smiled as she as she nuzzled into the chest of this magnificent male and drifted off to sleep. Jennifer and Harry Pt. 04 Jennifer was totally spent after a whirlwind day filled with travel, sex and finally, connecting with her lover. She slept until noon following her first night with Harry. She might have slept the day away had it not been for the sound of the front door and keys jingling against the countertop. She startled, and was a bit disoriented as she tried to figure out where she was and what had gone on. Looking around the room, she noticed the clutter, the unfamiliar feel of the bed sheets and the sounds of someone in the kitchen. She quickly regrouped, and oriented to the fact that she was in Harry's bedroom. Feeling very anxious that he was not there with her, she ran her fingers through her hair, wrapped herself in a blanket, and ventured out into the kitchen. Harry was preparing a breakfast tray for her. He apparently had bathed and dressed while she was sleeping, only to shortly return to the flat with two lattes and a pair of raisin scones. He also picked up a basket of juicy strawberries from the produce store down the street. He was in the process of slicing them when Jennifer wandered into the kitchen. Harry was struck by how sexy she looked with her hair rumpled. He reached for the whip cream in the ice box and arranged the breakfast tray. She coyly asked, "Oh my! What did I do to deserve this?" "Its a little celebration of our first night together," he explained. They sat in the kitchen around a small dinette set, and talked easily about the bright sunny day that awaited them. Harry wondered what she would be doing on a Saturday afternoon back in the States. "I would probably be finishing up the morning chores and thinking about what to prepare for lunch. Tom would likely be out fussing in the yard, while the girls planned their afternoon at the mall." Harry smiled in amazement of typical suburban American life. As they sipped coffee and munched on scones, he suggested they go to one of his favorite lunch spots for a bottle of wine, a light meal and conversation. She thought to herself, "Conversation? ... With a man? In the middle of the day??? What a concept!" She explained that life with Tom had become very predictable and passionless. "We tend to do the same things week in and week out. We have a good life, but I obviously need more. I need the passion. As you can see, once I get going, there is no limit to what I am willing to do sexually. Tom fucks me in the same position, and at predictable times, about twice per week. Most of the time, I walk around thinking how badly I need more than what he has to offer. " Harry was determined to give her a different experience on her visit with him. After finishing breakfast, he offered to run a bath for her in preparation for their late afternoon treat. She could barely believe what she was hearing, but did not hesitate to take him up on his offer. As he walked away from the dinette, she eyed his beefy ass and was getting slightly aroused by the sight of him walking out of the kitchen to prepare her bath. She was struck by the broadness of his shoulders, and was taken by how she could see the outline of his triceps through his long sleeve tee shirt. In short order, Harry called her into the bathroom. "Jen, my love, your bath is ready," he called out. Entering the smallish bathroom, she couldn't look at the toilet without blushing. Harry noticed her bashfulness, smiled a knowing smile, and said, "That was quite an experience in here last night, don't you think?" Jennifer bowed her head sheepishly and looked up at him with her big brown eyes. She dropped the blanket that covered her naked body and cautiously eased into the warm water. Harry sat on the toilet, gazing at her lean body. She was very self conscious; her nipples puckered upon entering the perfectly warm water. Harry offered to wash her hair gently wetting and lathering her scalp. She took great pleasure in the gentle scalp massage he gave her as he washed and rinsed her hair. Excusing himself, he put some music on for her. She listened to what she immediately identified as Luciano Pavarotti singing "La Traviata." It was one of the few opera's that Jennifer knew well and loved. When she emerged from the bath, Harry hugged her and revealed that Italian opera brings out a very romantic side of him. She wondered what to wear for the afternoon meal. As she rummaged through her luggage, Harry suggested that they "play the part" of two Italian lovers on holiday. He announced, "I think I'll wear my Italian leather boots, tight jeans, a white mock turtle neck, and my leather blazer." With his freshly shaved head and his ruggedly handsome face, she imagined that he would look deliciously sexy. Her thoughts were a bit hazy and so she could not recall if she packed anything that would compliment his outfit. Clearing her head, she recalled that she packed her black loafers, and her nice fitting jeans (the ones without the hole in the knee). She pulled out her silky white button down blouse, and thought that maybe she would wear it with the top few button undone, and bare breasted. She wanted her smallish brown nipples to tantalizingly peek at Harry while they dined. It was warm enough to skip a jacket, and with that, they headed off into the light of the afternoon sun. The day was warm and sunny, perfect for the treat that awaited them. They took the double decker bus to a section of London that had many restaurants, pubs, movie theaters and boutiques. She felt amazingly sexy as she walked smartly down the London streets. With her dark sunglasses, stylish loafers, tapered jeans and silky white top hugging her breasts, she imagined that she looked a bit like a model or a movie star. Harry escorted her into a restaurant familiar to him whereupon her senses were immediately infused with the aroma of garlic, basil, and strong cheeses. An older waiter with salt and pepper hair and a heavy Italian accent quickly greeted them, seating them in a romantic corner of the restaurant. He beamed at Jennifer, pushed her chair in for her, and gave Harry a wink as he offered to take their drink order. "What was that all about?" she asked. "Oh, Its Michael's way of acknowledging to me that you are the most beautiful woman in the room." She blushed as she tried to inhibit the corners of her mouth from revealing the huge grin now threatening to take over her otherwise calm demeanor. Harry ordered a crisp Pinot Grigio that tantalized her senses and cleansed her pallet unlike anything she had experienced before. Crusty bread and cool lightly salted butter passed between them as they talked easily about her life in the States and her love of gardening. She inquired about Harry's love of opera. They talked for what seemed like hours. As time passed, Jennifer decided that this really should be her main meal of the day. She ordered seafood pasta that was simply out of this world! Fresh muscles, clams, squid, succulent shrimp in a tomato based sauce bathed her palette. Harry enjoyed a large bowl of Linguini with clam sauce, his favorite. He suggested they share an order of crème brulee for desert. Harry offered to take her window shopping along the busy London streets. Leaving the restaurant, she hung on his arm, giggled like a school girl, marveled at the eccentric looking clothing stores and was dazzled by what seemed like endless jewelry stores. As they passed one particular jewelry store, she stopped in her tracks, in awe of a prominently displayed diamond ankle bracelet. The small shiny stones sparkled brilliantly, and the silver settings were a perfect compliment to this stunning piece of art. Her attraction to it was not missed by Harry. Harry suggested they stop at a little café for cappuccino. Shortly after they were seated, Jennifer shyly declared, "Harry, I have to pee...," and then in a teasing way told him, "... and no, you can't watch! " They both laughed as she excused herself. When she returned, the table was empty except for a note. It read, "Jen, I think I left my credit card at the restaurant, I'll be back shortly." She waited patiently, albeit anxiously, until he arrived a short time later, smiling and waving his card in delight that it was not lost. It was going on 7:30 p.m. and her senses were filled with garlic, crème brulee, wine and caffeine. It was also getting a bit chilly for her. Jennifer suggested, "Lets go back to the your place. I noticed you have a large collection of DVD's. Maybe we'll curl up on the couch and watch a movie?" They caught the bus back to his place, holding hands and gazing longingly at each other. As Harry selected a movie for them to watch, Jennifer excused herself, hell bent on putting her newly purchased Victoria's Secret lingerie into action. She quickly went into the bedroom and emerged in a very sexy black silky garment that hugged her breasts perfectly and flattered her figure. Harry licked his lips and rubbed his crotch as she walked into the room. The movie was barely five minutes old before she felt Harry's hands teasing her nipples as he curled himself around her body. He declared, "Jennifer, I so want to make love to you at this moment." She stood up silently, grabbed his hand and led him into the bedroom. Jennifer sprawled on the bed as Harry removed his clothing. She was treated to the sight of his triceps flexing as he removed his boots and jeans, his abs tightening as he pulled his shirt over his head, and to his semi erect cock that was begging to be sucked. Jennifer rubbed her hands over her silk covered breasts and ran her hand down her crotch to discover the moisture that betrayed her longing for this man. She remained sprawled on her back, with hands over her head as he pressed his firm naked body on top of hers. He reached up to restrain her hands over her head. While pressing her hands firmly against the mattress, he explored her mouth with his. She was swept away in the passion and intensity of the moment. She opened her mouth and legs, hungrily allowing him to explore her mouth and inviting him to enter her. She liked the feeling of him overpowering her. He nibbled her neck. She could feel him pressing his body against hers, and images of the romantic day they just had together flashed through her mind. She had never been with a man who was so attentive to her. It occurred to her that he never talked about himself, but rather, was apparently fascinated with her interests and her life. She relished the feeling of being with a man who may actually love her in the way she needed to be loved. Jennifer enjoyed the sensation of his mouth hungrily exploring her neck and making his way to her nipples. She found herself wanting to totally give herself to him. She begged him to allow her to sit up so she could remove her negligee. Sitting up in bed, Jennifer put her hands above her head in a sign of total surrender while he removed the only thing coming between them at the moment. He pushed her back down, restraining her hands once again over her head. Harry licked the underside of her breast, licked light traces up to, but stopping short of, her aching nipple. He released his grip on her hands, but she kept them over her head. He pressed her breasts together and put both nipples in his mouth, sucking them simultaneously. She could feel his rock hard erection pressing against her, and instinctively, she opened her legs wider. She whimpered in desperation, "Fuck me, Harry." Upon mounting her, she wrapped her legs around him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and held on for dear life. "Oh my god! "she shuttered, as he penetrated her deeply. With her feet wrapped around his waist, she pulled him towards her, nonverbally begging for him to violate her at will. Harry entangled his fingers in her hair, while continuing to gently, slowly, but deliberately slide in and out of her. Jennifer's arms remained wrapped around his neck and her legs wrapped around his body. He began thrusting himself deeper into her. She panted, "Oh my god Harry, pound the shit out of me!" Harry was driving her insane with desire and he knew it. He continued to thrust himself into slowly and deliberately, taking long strokes, lifting his cock to the outer boundaries of her pussy, and then slowly penetrating her. She whimpered and bit his shoulder while digging her nails into his back. She could feel him pulling her hair and soon felt the mounting tension deep within her. She felt the friction of his cock against her vaginal walls and positioned herself until she could feel her clit rubbing hungrily against the base of his luscious cock. She shuttered as a violent tremor deep within her took hold. One intense orgasmic wave after another seemed to possess her body. Soon she felt his cock getting even fuller inside of her. The moans of his pleasure were quickly followed by a rush of hot fluid bathing the depths of her soul. He collapsed on top of her as she eased her grip on his back, and lowered her legs off his body. He remained inside of her while nuzzling her neck and kissing her with a passion that made her feel like they were one. She drifted off to sleep for a few hours. At 2 a.m., she woke up to find him sleeping soundly next to her. She sat, staring at him with the London moon providing enough light in the room to be able to see his beautiful face at rest. Suddenly, she felt something strange on her ankle, and as she reached down to see what it was, she was astounded to feel what she imagined was an ankle bracelet. She silently exclaimed, "What the fuck? Holy shit, oh my god!" She quietly got out of bed, rushed into the living room to discover that around her ankle was the diamond bracelet that she had been so enamored with earlier in the day. She reviewed their time together and figured that his story about leaving his credit card in the restaurant was an excuse for him to run back to the jewelry store to purchase these lovely gems for her. She was speechless. She never received anything as beautiful as this from anyone in her life. Jennifer paced the room, confused and ecstatic at the same time. Not knowing what else to do, she re-entered the bedroom and gently pulled the covers back to reveal Harry's body, vulnerable and exposed. She gently licked his penis, wrapping her mouth around his flaccid cock. She tugged on his shaft as the head of his cock began to come to life. He moaned with sleepy pleasure as she gently grasped his balls and took one in her mouth. She ran her tongue in a circular motion around the testicle that was now firmly in her grip. He sleepily reached down to run his fingers through her hair as his cock rose to the occasion and ached to be sucked. She moved her head up and down his shaft, creating a powerful suction that glued her lips and mouth to his now throbbing dick. Jennifer focused on the head of his cock, flicking her tongue along his swollen gland as she stroked his thick cock with her hand. She found herself jerking faster and tighter while licking the head of his cock furiously. With what seemed to her like an iron grip, she slowly slid her hand up and down his well moistened shaft until she could feel it tensing up. She plunged his cock deep into her mouth as he released his load for a second time. She felt nourished by him. As he lay there, exhausted, she whispered, "Thank you for the lovely bracelet." Harry explained, "Jennifer, I want you to keep that as a symbol of my love for you, as a representation of the bond that we shared this weekend." She smiled widely, rolled her eyes, grabbed her hair in delight, and could not believe what she just heard. With the light of day came time for her to quickly pack her bags and head for Heathrow Airport. Harry reluctantly called for a taxi to pick her up at the flat. She hurriedly packed her things and was in tears as she declared her love for Harry. She so wanted to stay longer. Harry, tearful as well, told her that he loved her and that he would make arrangements to come to the States to see her as soon as possible. With that, she turned and left. The flight home was uneventful. She slept the entire time, as if in denial of her return to her world. Her husband, Tom, scheduled a limo to pick her up at the airport. The driver brought her home in short order, and she was overjoyed to see her girls. She explained to them that grandmother was doing well and sent her love. Tom was happy to see her and uncharacteristically prepared a light dinner for her to enjoy. She opened the crock on the stove to see a green bean casserole and recognized the smelled meat loaf in the oven. She snickered to herself as she recalled the sensuous lunch she had with Harry the afternoon before. Tom asked about the diamond bracelet that she now sported. Jennifer explained that grandmother gave it to her as a gift, as she no longer had any use for it. She explained that grandmother wanted her to enjoy wearing it on the condition that she passes it on to one of her daughters when she no longer had use for it. That night, Tom was aching to make love to his wife. She was sore and sexually spent after the intense weekend with Harry, but she dared not refuse Tom for fear of arousing his suspicions about the trip. Jennifer reluctantly allowed him to mount her knowing that it would not take long for him to cum. She also knew from experience that he would be satisfied with fucking her in the absence of much involvement on her part. Sure enough, within a short time, she could feel him tensing up and depositing his semen into her. She had done her wifely duty, explained that she was tired from her trip, turned over and went to sleep. The next morning, she felt empty and dead inside. She reluctantly got up to perform her usual chores. The thought of not being near Harry was killing her. She imagined him being in the house, playing with her girls and being an attentive husband. It took her most of the day to reorient to her surroundings, and indeed, to her life. She had to find a way to put her London experience into perspective, to package the encounter in a way that allowed her to function day to day. Towards evening, she convinced herself that it was just a wild weekend. She replayed the act of exhibitionism she put on for the limo driver, she recalled the hot lesbian sex in the airplane bathroom, and recalled the boldness she felt at unleashing her sexuality for the first time in her life. She smiled and basked in the glory of her own sexuality, while simultaneously blocking out fantasies of spending her life with the handsome bartender from London. As she prepared the washer for a load of clothes, she performed her usual ritual of checking the pockets of the pants. When she reached into the jeans with the hole in the knee, she stumbled upon the business card of the handsome limo driver. She recalled the look in his eye as he handed her the card with his cell phone number on it. At that moment, she re-experienced the power of her sexuality and smiled with a devilish twinkle in her eye.