4 comments/ 41546 views/ 6 favorites Meet Desiree Jansen By: bluefox07 EDITED BY: Miriam Belle AUTHOR'S NOTE: "Be forewarned, this is a story about cheating, so if that offends you at least you've been made aware. Cheers!" *** The first of the real summer heat kicked in one late June afternoon just after my wife and I had gone through our latest round of fighting. It had been rough before, but now with the heat amplifying our problems and making us more irritable than ever before I was beginning to wonder if there would ever be peace. Our first year of marriage had been an unmitigated disaster. I could admit that now, though I spent about half that time in strong denial. I was sitting on the back porch of my apartment, feeling completely empty of strength of resolve. Karen and I were on the verge of a divorce, that much was clear. I felt badly over the way things had gone but I knew there was nothing I could do or say that hadn't already been said that would change the situation. I had tried to make the marriage work, but after a year of fighting I was worn out. At 25 years old, I felt like I was going on 65. The sun beat down mercilessly as I sprawled out on my lounge chair, wearing only my Bermuda shorts and trying to take the edge off my Irish skin. The complex was quiet, and it was my day off from work. I needed a little rest and relaxation. Karen's constant accusations of infidelity and her wild rants were enough to drive a man to the bughouse and back again. Our year anniversary had been lamented fully last week and I was out of reasons to try anymore. How many ways can you tell someone you love them? How many ways can you forgive violent outbursts that happen again and again? Through our first year, I had seen her throw everything in the house and break half her belongings in a rage over simple, every day problems. I had seen her break down and go into hysterical fits of crying because she believed I would leave her for another woman someday (though my protests to the contrary had been ignored completely). She had tried to commit suicide twice and then to top it all of she had tried to give me a bedtime. That's right, a bedtime. Her thought was if she was in bed by 8:30, I needed to be in bed too. "I'm leaving now," she opened the screen door and glared down at me, her blue eyes filled with indignant rage. From behind my sunglasses, taking comfort in the silence that would follow her departure, I said, "Okay then." "That's it?" she snorted and tossed her red hair back over her shoulders, "That's all you have to say?" I sighed. "What else can I say? I'm done doing this shit with you, Karen. I've never cheated on you, I've stood by you, I've lied to cover up your mistakes and I've put up with all your bullshit over and over again. I'm finished." "And what is that supposed to mean?" "It means get your act together or make some decisions about what you want in life." Karen replied, "Why don't I just go fucking kill myself? That would make you happy." "Oh God," I rolled my eyes. When push came to shove, there was always the suicide thing... I said, "Karen, would you knock of this suicide crap? Just stop it." "Who cares if I die or not?" she asked and stepped out in front of me, "Who gives a flying fuck?" "Well," I frowned, "For starters, me and the kids might care if you died?" "Yeah right," she fired back. You have to remember, this was the woman who threatened to abort my unborn son during our first separation in August of 2004 if I didn't come back. She throws around death and suicide and like some kind of ace-in-the-hole bargaining chip. "Karen," I took off my sunglasses and looked at her, "What do you want from me? What can I do short of chaining my self to the bed posts and being your little bitch?" "Well I've just given up on us having a sex life," she said. This was another tactic of hers. Whenever she finds herself being proven incorrect, she'll switch to another argument and start fresh. I think it was her way of trying to keep me off balance, and very often worked quite well. "Okay look," I moaned, trying to keep my voice down, "When you ignore my compliments, when you make fun of yourself all day long and accuse me of cheating on you when I haven't, it's hard for me to want to be intimate with you. You're making this too hard. Sex should not be this fucking hard! Just relax. If you don't, well never be comfortable enough to be intimate." "See?" she pointed at me, "Like I said. We're never going to have sex again. I knew it." Now that was logic, was it not? I took a deep breath. How do you argue with someone who is truly in danger of being a batshit insane lunatic? I had never cheated on her, I hadn't even thought of it. But because her ex, Dan, had cheated on her and was porn freak, I was getting the brunt of her anger. See, Dan had left her high and dry when she was pregnant with my stepdaughter Katy. In the final death throes of that relationship, Dan had turned to porn to deal with his frustrations and then finally cheated on her. I could see why he was into porn after having been married to Karen for a year. Her insecurities alone made it impossible to even want to be next to her, let alone make love (and this was a little problem she kept hidden from me until we got married and it was too late...). I could understand the porn, but cheating was cheating right? In the end, Karen never got a chance to vent her anger out on him, so it was being vented out on me. I didn't think it was very fair then and I didn't think it was fair now. Mind you, it's not that Karen was an evil person. She just had no control over her emotions or her thoughts. She acts on impulse and tries to blame others for it when it all goes bad. I suppose you could say Karen was the kind of woman who made her own drama and then blamed the person next to her for it. It's like when the rude guy next to you farts and then blames it all on you. You didn't ask to be blessed with methane because your accuser ate too many beans the night before. Either way, the situation still smells like shit. "I am not Dan," I said, "Get it through your head, okay?" "I am not Dan," she mocked me, her voice high and shrill. "Okay, what is this? Third grade?" "I've just accepted the fact that you're going to leave me," she ignored me, raising her hands into the air and giving up. "Are you high?" I asked as sweat beaded on my bare chest and trickled down my stomach, "Are you needing to take a vacation? If I were going to leave you Karen, I would have. You've given me every opportunity to... doesn't that say I have some faith in you to get past this shit-attitude? If I wanted to leave-" "So why don't you?" "Because we have a family together!" "Yeah," she laughed, "You have the family. I'm just easily replaceable. Dan replaced me, my parents replaced me and so will you." "This conversation is over," I put my sunglasses back on and laid back down. She was determined once again to not listen to reason at all. She wanted to fight, and I wasn't going to oblige. "And what does that mean?" "Get a dictionary and look the words up if you need to," I closed my eyes trying to calm myself down. "Go and have fun." "I'm not done talking yet," she said. "Well I'm done listening, Karen. I'm not going to do this with you all day. Fuck that." She stood with her arms crossed, tapping her foot like some kind of ridiculous parody of an authority figure. "When you're calm, we'll talk." "Whatever," she rolled her eyes and stormed off. I could hear glasses from the kitchen being thrown around and shattering and then there was the thunderous slam of the front door to signal the climax. I sat there for a long time, feeling so hopeless it was depressing. I was thankful my mom and dad had taken the kids for the weekend. They didn't need to see this crap. I had tried to shield them from it as best I could, but Karen's outbursts and behavior were becoming more and more intense with each conflict. Everyone in my family had warned me against marrying her. At the time I just thought they were being silly, but now I could see the logic of their concerns. Karen was unstable, that much was sure. Between her bad-self esteem, unhealthy methods of anger management and trust issues, coupled with what I truly believed was a severe case of bi-polar disorder, Karen was on her way to another breakdown. The last one had been ugly and almost ended in a suicide. I feared for what might happen this time. A few fights back, she had even said if I left her she would kill herself. Now how's that for a pickle? She tells me to leave all the time, but if I do she'll kill herself. What she didn't understand is that even though she had effectively killed our marriage, I was sticking to the vows. At first it was simply a matter of me wanting to save the relationship, but more and more it felt like a fucking chant of denial to me. I was upholding the vows even after the passion and reason behind them had had been destroyed by her own special brand of madness. I was becoming convinced that a divorce was inevitable. No matter how many days she went without going crazy (and believe me, it was literally a matter of days and more recently, mere hours...) she still reverted back to her angry and accusatory nature. For a woman so worried about her husband her cheating, she sure didn't mind treating me like shit. Day after day I would ponder why she took it all out on me. Lately, I was pondering why I put up with it at all. I was 25 years old and in the prime of my life. I was in shape and still had enough hair on my head to not be a visual hazard in the sunlight. We hadn't had sex in two months, which as I noted before was a serious bone of contention between us. But I wasn't going to jump in the sack with her acting like this and justify her behavior. Her attitude and the shit was doing had turned me off completely. I tried telling her this, hoping it might help her see things differently, but her response to my problem with her was in the vein of her not being good enough or me not finding her attractive anymore. She thought she was too fat or stretched out from kids or too ugly or this or that. The complaining and self-depreciation got old really quick. Sure, she was a little stretched out from child bearing, but I didn't mind. She was no runway model in terms of her body, but I found her sexy. She was curved and voluptuous and had a set of breasts that a man could lose himself in. There was nothing wrong with her at all in my opinion. That's part of why I married her. But as time progressed, I realized she hidden the most important truths about herself from me. It was her attitude. It was her personality. It was the choices she made. All of those things factored in so completely to how I ended up feeling about her. I felt stupid. I had given up my life back home and moved to a place where I had no friends to talk to, no family for support. I had left my job behind to be a stay at home dad for a while while Karen worked. Which, by the way, was another huge problem in and of itself. She had said she wanted to give me time to write a book (a dream of mine) and offered to work for a year while I stayed at home and took care of Katy. In the end, I found out her reasons for offering such a selfless act were less than noble. She had not wanted to pay for daycare and she was worried if I found a job, I would cheat on her. She actively tried to sabotage me from having a life. So, against her strenuous objections, I got a job as a nurse's aide again and paid for the daycare myself. At this point, she got fired from her job as a housekeeper at the hospital and decided to be the stay-at-home mom. I rubbed my eyes and got up from the chair as she sped away for the rest of the afternoon. I stretched my back out and looked across the lawn of the courtyard. Pulling up my shorts a little, as they tended to sag now that I lost most of my weight from last year, I noticed that Desiree Jansen was coming out of the laundry room across the way. She was carrying a huge basket of laundry as she negotiated the heavy, self-closing door while trying to maintain her balancing act. Desiree was one of those women that guys secretly fawned over from afar. She was a mother of three and in her early forties. Youth had remained a strong ally for her though, as she only appeared to be in the beginnings of her thirties. She was tall and voluptuous, her body not so much streamlined but more curved in all the right places. Like Karen, she was no stick figure but Desiree had recovered from her childbearing days with grace and dignity. I watched her walk down the cement pathway between her apartment and the lawn as I opened the screen door to go inside. I turned and then heard her cry out. She spilled the clean clothes all over the walkway and the grass. She looked down at the toppled pile of laundry and shook her head, her hands out and open in surprise. She looked up and saw me standing there, her grayish-green eyes wide and embarrassed. She ran a hand through her thick black hair and grinned sheepishly, "I guess one washing wasn't good enough..." "You need help?" I laughed. Desiree sighed and nodded as she knelt down beside the mess, "Yeah, could you? I have to wash these again." I opened the back gate of the three-foot tall retaining fence around our small patio and walked over to her. The concrete was hot against my bare feet as I hopped onto the grass where it was much cooler and easier moving. I got on my knees and turned her red, plastic basket right side up. "This shit happens to me all the time," I joked and began tossing her whites back into the basket. "It cost me five bucks to wash all this," she frowned and threw a t-shirt in with the socks. "Well, don't worry," I smiled and piled more clothes in, "I can spot you some change." "Really?" she looked hopeful. "Yeah," I nodded and picked up the basket for her, "Us low-income folks got to stick together, right?" Desiree smiled at me and it felt good to have someone just being nice for a change. I walked with her back to the laundry room and was relieved when the door opened and the air conditioner inside blasted me. I carried the laundry to the counter and sat it down as Desiree pulled her long, black hair into a ponytail. I noticed her give me a quick once over as I stood there. Before I could be absolutely certain, her eyes darted back to the row of five washing machines. "Thanks again," she smiled and began pulling her clothes out of the basket, tossing them into the open maw of the first washing machine. "Here," I got in between her and the clothes basket, "We'll relay. Less of a trip." "Thanks," she said again and we began loading the washer. As we worked, I found myself looking at her tanned legs and admiring their subtle muscular appeal. She wore a simple white skirt that cut off around her mid thigh and did nothing but accentuate her ass. She had a bubble butt to be sure, and her curves was so perfect I figured scientists could recalibrate their precision tools based on her sheer roundness. I looked away, feeling bad for a moment. That was all I needed: Karen's crazy predictions coming true. "How are things going with you?" Desiree asked as I handed her a wad of clothes, "Everything okay?" "It could be better," I said, "It could be a lot better, actually." "She still doing her whole 'you're gonna leave me' thing?" "Every day," I sighed miserably. "That's gotta get old after awhile," Desiree ventured and moved to the second washing machine, "She needs to relax." "That's what I keep saying," I agreed. "She's got gold in her hand with you," she continued, "You're smart, funny, attractive and kind all rolled into one package. It's a shame some women can't appreciate what they have." "Well, I'm a decent guy but I can be a pain in the ass too," I shrugged, embarrassed and little horrified as my cock began to swell slightly, "I mean, I don't hit her, I don't do drugs, I'm not an alcoholic and I don't lie to her. I try to treat her like I want to be treated." "You still thinking about a divorce?" she asked. Desiree had been my confidant since I moved here, and if hadn't been for her I might have lost my mind. She looked at me as I handed her a pair of her panties. I looked down and realized what I was holding and blushed. "Oh, sorry," I managed as I handed them to her and laughed nervously. "It's okay," she reassured me, "I'm not embarrassed." She opened up the white thong panties and said, "See? No stains." I laughed and turned away as my cock betrayed me and began to make a bulge in my shorts. I wasn't wearing any underwear, so the eight inches of thick meat I sported was going to make a sizable problem for me if I didn't get it under control. I tilted myself so that my body was facing away from her and said, "I think Karen has no idea what she wants." "I'll buy that," Desiree nodded and smiled. As she turned, I noticed her white tank top had moved to the left a little and was revealing the side of her breast to me. My eyes widened and I felt a little dizzy as I stared on the massive side swell of her right breast. She wasn't wearing a bra and I realized that her nipples were erected and poking through the fabric of the top. 'Oh shit,' I thought to myself, 'This is just great...' "I know I have to do something about this," I sighed, trying to get my mind off Desiree and her large breasts and the way they jiggled under the fabric. This was insane. I chastised myself for being so horny and weak minded. After two months of nothing but masturbating in the shower I could see why I was so "sensitive" to visual stimulation, but I was married for God sakes. I said, "I have to do something." "Don't stress over it," she said sympathetically, "I know when my ex-husband wanted out, he made my life hell just so I would be the one to leave. Sometimes people want out and they can't say it so they try and manipulate the situation." "You think that's happening here?" I asked, refusing to look at her. "Well," Desiree said thoughtfully, "I mean no matter what you say, she won't agree with you. It's like you can't win for losing. Believe me, I've heard you both late at night and that woman fights like a hardened lawyer." "I know," I sighed. I hated that Karen yelled so friggin' much. I hated that I got so worked up that I yelled. I hated that our problems were public interest around the complex. "I think she wants out," Desiree said carefully. "Well if she wants out she can leave," I grabbed the last handful of clothes from the basket, "Jesus, I can't do this anymore. You see how much hair I'm losing over this?" Desiree smiled and looked at my thinning, Bruce Willis-esque hairline. She said, "I think it flatters you." "At least someone does." "Hey," she said and closed the lids to the washers. She came up behind me and put her hands on my shoulders, gently rubbing the tight muscles there. I had no idea how tense I was until Desiree began massaging me. I suddenly felt like the biggest asshole on the planet and the luckiest man alive. My heart raced and as I looked down. I could see my cock was boldly tenting my shorts out now. She said, "You have to relax. Don't get all bent out of shape here, Clark. Things will work out." "Things will work out," I repeated and just stood there as she worked my shoulders over with her slender fingers. "Speaking of working out," she added after a moment, her breath hot on the back of my neck, "Have you been exercising?" I smiled, "Yeah, been running every morning. I bought one of those Ab Lounge machines too." "It's working," she commented and squeezed my shoulder in a long, sensual motion that made my nipples harden. I became acutely aware that Desiree was now very close to my backside, her large breasts pressed against me. I could feel the texture of her tank top and the hard points of her nipples pressing to my skin. Her forearms were resting on my shoulder blades as she massaged my neck with a dedication we should not have been indulging in. Meet Desiree Jansen "So," she said and patted my back, "You said you could spot me a few quarters." "Yes," I replied and realized there was no way I could turn around without revealing the massive erection she had caused. I desperately looked around for anything that could help me and was left empty handed. In a flash of desperate inspiration, I grabbed the clothesbasket and held it in front of me so that it hid my arousal from view. I said, "Yeah, uh come on." "I can carry that," Desiree said and reached for the basket. "I got it," I waved her off with one hand, "Let a guy be chivalrous." She smiled warmly, her full lips stretching into a broad grin that was so sexy I felt myself begin to sweat again. We walked out of the laundry room and went to my apartment. I was thankful Karen was gone. Seeing me walking with Desiree would have been enough to give her fits, but seeing me walking with her shirtless would be the key to the Armageddon. I unlocked the gate and opened the sliding glass door. "Here," I handed her the basket as I slipped inside, "Won't be but a minute." I ran inside, being careful not to step on the broken glass as Desiree stood on the back porch. I didn't dare invite her inside as I ran into the kitchen and opened the freezer. I grabbed one of the blue colored Otter Pops from the back of the cold box as frigid air caressed my hot skin. My nipples went extremely hard as I held my breath, pulled the waistband of my shorts open and pressed the frozen treat against my throbbing member. I shivered and uttered a high-pitched squeak as the icy pop chilled my sex and began deflating my erection. I braced myself against the fridge as the treat did its work and I suffered silently. Finally, feeling like I had a frozen hotdog hanging between my legs, I tossed the Otter Pop in the sink and readjusted my shorts. "Here you go," I smiled as I stepped back outside and handed Desiree five dollars in quarters, "Compliments of me." "You're a sweet heart," she held the change in her cupped palms and then paused for a moment as though she wanted to say more. "What?" I asked, maybe a little too eagerly. "It's nothing," she turned and went back through the gate, nudging it shut with her painfully sexy ass, "Thanks again." "Uh, Desiree?" I heard myself say, "You were going to say something, weren't you?" She stopped, her eyes looking away as she bit her lip in deep thought. Finally, she said, "I was just wondering if you wanted to step in for some ice tea? But you know, considering what's going on with you and Karen maybe it's a bad idea." It was a bad idea. It was a milestone in the long history of bad ideas men and women are faced with everyday of their finite lives. I knew it was the worst idea to come down the pipe since searching for weapons of mass destruction became household lingo in the American subconscious. It was one of those ideas that without warning blossomed into a "Jerry Springer Show" episode complete with hair pulling, foul language and chair flinging brawls. But she was being so kind to me, and we had developed such a good friendship over the last year. I enjoyed being around her and she made me feel good about myself. And she was hotter than hell in my opinion. She was one of those moms that guys in high school were desperate to fuck. She had a real, honest to God sexual magnetism that was so unassuming it was impossible to deny. I looked down at my wedding ring and said, "You know, you're probably right Desiree... but thanks anyway." The disappointment in her eyes was clearly visible, but I had to ignore it. I was married, for better or worse. Mostly worse. *** The funny thing about what happened after I closed the sliding glass door was that I felt good about sticking to the vows. Desiree was certainly a temptation for me, and I think we both knew that. My body was tingling and begging for her, trying to convince me that it was right to go and have her for my own. I could feel myself being torn between my obligations here and my happiness there with her. I imagined she would be the perfect lover and that her passion would be unforgettable. But, I had stuck to the vows. I felt good that I hadn't compromised myself, even in the face of such genuine temptation. And then I saw Karen standing in the shadows of the living room. She was leaning against the small entry from the foyer, her arms crossed and her tongue planted firmly in her cheek. She was tapping her foot again as her sizable chest heaved in barely contained anger. Even her clothes looked pissed-off, her red t-shirt and dark shorts with that red hair made her look like a groupie for Satan. "And just what the hell was that?" "What was what?" Karen pointed out the sliding glass door behind me and at Desiree, who was walking away counting the quarters I had given her. I looked over my shoulder and then turned back, "I loaned her some money to finish her laundry. She was carrying a big load and dropped it. The clothes got dirty. I helped her out." "I'm sure you did," Karen glared at me, her insinuation anything but subtle. "Knock it off," I said and made to walk past her and go upstairs. The need to urinate had come on strong in the last few minutes and it was time to heed the call. But Karen did not move. "What's going on between you two?" she asked plainly. I looked at her, my eyes wide as she stood in the way and would not let me pass. I said, "Beyond the sordid affair of my helping her with her whites?" "You know what I mean..." "No one knows what you mean!" "Clark!" "I gotta take a piss! Would you move?" "What's going on, Clark?" "Her whites got dirty so I helped her out," I said incredulously, "Nothing else happened." "Right." "Look," I hissed at her, my blood heating up as my face flushed, "Who the fuck do you think you are? You think we're fucking around behind your back? Well you're wrong." "Am I?" I held up my left hand wiggled my ring finger violently, "This means something, Karen. It's a promise to stay loyal, no matter what happens or what the temptation! No matter how much bullshit you shovel out!" "So you're saying you're tempted?" she jabbed. "Jesus Christ!" I put my hands to my head and walked back into the living room, "What do you want from me? I can't win with you!" "I see how she looks at you," she said disgustedly, "And I've seen how you look at her." "You're insane!" I cried out, though denying that Desiree and I had shared appreciative glances was a lie. I knew that, but I also knew Karen could take a molehill and make a fucking mountain out of it if you let her. "I saw this coming," she laughed and kicked the wall hard with her shoe, "Oh yes. It was going to happen sooner or later. Karen, the big old fat housewife gets dumped again!" "You're not fat and you're not dumb!" I shouted, "Why do you keep doing this! You're driving me insane! Just stop it!" "Well then maybe you should just fucking leave," she spat. "I'm not the one with the problem here," I shot back, "I'm not the one accusing people of cheating when they're not. I'm not the one living in a state of constant paranoia! I'm not the one who's hurting, and making fun of people I supposedly care about!" "Please..." she rolled her eyes. "No!" I shouted and grabbed the vase from the dining room table, "I'm not the one throwing shit against the walls and then pointing fingers and blaming my spouse!" I chucked the vase against the wall as hard as I could. It shattered and fell into a million pieces as she stepped back, her eyes wide and surprised. She had crossed the line and she knew it. I pointed at her, "I'm not the fucking lunatic here! You are!" Karen's mouth hung open stupidly. I looked at the shattered vase and shouted, "You see that shit?! I did that Karen! It was my fucking choice to break it against the wall and I accept the responsibility for that too! I'm not gonna blame you!" "And your point?" My mouth hung open stupidly, "Take some fucking responsibility for your action and act like a goddam 28 year old instead of like a 5 year old!" Karen looked at me and said, "It doesn't matter anyway." "What doesn't matter?" "We're never going to have a sex life again..." "Oh...my... God," I staggered back dramatically, "Our marriage is falling apart at the seams and all you can think about is getting fucked?" "It's true! You hate me! Everyone hates me!" "People don't like you because you whine and complain and bitch all day long and never give anyone a chance to help you! And even when they do, you blow them off!" "See, I was right." "I'm done," I threw my hands up in the air and went to walk past her. My bladder was pounding mercilessly and I needed to go now. I had been through these motions before, it was the same fucking song just a different verse. As I walked to up to her, she wouldn't move out of the way. I looked at her and said, "Unless you want me to shower your leg, move." "God, what do you want from me? I can never be good enough for you," she cried, her tears fat and obvious on her flushed cheeks, "What do you want?" I had heard enough. I growled at her, "I want you to grow the fuck up and be my wife or get out. I will not raise our children in this kind of environment." "Oh," she said, "So I'm screwing up the kids now too?" "If we can't get out shit together then YES! We'll both responsible for them growing up completely fucked! Katy will grow up think it's okay to act like you do and Michael will grow up seeing us fight and he'll think out bullshit is normal. It'll be your fault being a four-alarm bitch and it'll be my fault letting it happen!" "You're not taking MY children from me," she seethed. "That's funny," I smiled sarcastically, "I thought we shared them?" She said nothing. "You know," I stared at her, "If they were that important to you, you wouldn't have made you anti-depressant cocktail and tried to kill yourself while I was at work and they were right there watching. A two year old and a newborn watching their momma die slowly on the stairs. Yeah, that's love as only a mother can give..." She slapped me hard across the face. I was stunned and angry and hurt and completely broken all at the same time. Our catch-22 of a marriage had just been taken to the next level by a flip of her wrist. My cheek stung for a moment as the slap echoed through the apartment. It was our very own "shot heard 'round the world." I put a hand to my cheek as tears welled in my eyes. "I want a divorce," she said hatefully, "You're going to leave anyway so I might as well beat you to the punch." She was baiting me, daring me to argue with her again. I wasn't going to bite this time. I nodded quietly and then slipped my wedding ring off. I held the gold band in my palm for a moment, feeling a bit like Frodo must have felt in the Cracks of Doom before he had to decide to give the ring of power up or to keep it. I rubbed my index finger across the smooth surface and then opened my palm. The ring fell to the floor and clicked and clattered and then rolled to her feet. "Do what you must," I said and then shouldered my way past her and up the stairs. *** When I came back downstairs, Karen was gone. My ring and, her engagement and wedding ring were on the dinning room table in a casual mess. I looked out at the front window, pulling back the thick curtains to see if she was still here somewhere. Her car was gone from the parking lot. I sighed and looked at the rings, feeling a strange mix of sadness and yet a sense of relief. It was bizarre to feel that way, but it also helped me understand my own state of mind and my true feelings for my soon-to-be ex-wife. I stepped outside, feeling hot and totally lost. The temperature was over 90 degrees as the hour rolled on to three o'clock. The humidity was high and muggy as the air caused my flesh to mist with sweat again. I wiped my forehead of perspiration and put my hands on my hips. It had finally happened. Desiree was right. She wanted out. I was startled as Desiree came back out of the laundry room and smiled at me, looking a little embarrassed. I suddenly felt the need to do something about my all time low in life. I knew I needed to break the bonds of this farce of a marriage. Karen didn't want me anymore? Fine. Let's just forget that I had stood by her through all her crap and put up with all her bullshit. Let's just forget that I forgave more times than I can count for her crazy accusations shitty treatment. I looked at Desiree and said, "Hey." "Hey you," she walked towards her apartment door, just caddy corner with our back porch, "You okay?" "No," I said, "Not at all." "What happened?" she frowned and walked over to me. "Karen just said she wants a divorce." Desiree shook her head, "I am so sorry. What did you do?" "I tossed my ring at her and she took off." "Oh Clark," she put her hand on mine as I braced myself against the fence, "Is there anything I can do?" I thought for a moment and then shrugged, "Yes there is." Desiree looked at me expectantly, "What?" "Tea," I said finally, "Ice tea would be lovely." Desiree smiled, "Come on in." *** "I'm sorry it's so hot in here," Desiree said as I sat in her kitchen. Her apartment was roasting as I waited for the tea, sweating a pint a minute. My shorts were becoming damp as I sat there, my skin beginning to glisten in the afternoon sun. She said, "My A.C. is broken." "You should get that fixed," I said as she handed me the glass of tea. Four cubes floated in the amber colored fluid and I licked my lips in anticipation. "Money," she sat down beside me and took a sip of her own tea. She tilted her head back and actually took several large chugs. Her throat worked in and out as she swallowed, and I was suddenly seized with images of her working her mouth and throat around things other than ice and tea. "There is never enough of it," I said, trying to make small talk and failing miserably. "Among other things," she said and sat her glass down, "Pardon me for being so rude. I was just really thirsty." "No sweat," I smiled as sweat dripping into my eyes and stung. "You look hot," she said uncertainly, her fingers playing with the fine slice of lemon in her drink. "It's a hot day," I replied. "No," she shook her head and blushed, "I mean you look hot, Clark. You look really good." "Oh," I turned my eyes away and felt my cock begin to stir again, "Well, thank you." "Karen's a fucking idiot," Desiree said and let her black, shoulder length hair fall around her shoulders, "You're the perfect guy." "I don't feel like the perfect guy," I said. "You look like it," she said suggestively and stirred her drink with her index finger. The sunlight was casting through the kitchen windows and catching her eyes, lighting them up and allowing her to look right through me. I felt myself becoming aroused to the point of dizziness as she looked at my body. "You can do much better," she said and then got up. She went to the cabinet over her stove and opened the door, searching for another box of ice tea to replace what we were drinking. She was up on her tiptoes, straining her neck to see into the highly placed cabinet. Her huge breasts were bouncing with her movements as she shuffled the contents around. "You need some help?" I asked, feeling more and more ambitious. "Yeah," she said as she leaned against the stove, still trying to peer in, "Can you grab that little box of Lipton right there on top of the peanut butter?" "Sure," I walked over and reached up into the cabinet. As my body stretched out to cover the distance, she relaxed and looked at me again, making no move to back away or give me any space. Her eyes rested on mine hypnotically as I grabbed the box and handed it to her. She looked at it and then at me, "Thank you." "You're welcome," I said stupidly, not wanting to back away from her but unable to think of any reason why I should stay where I was beyond that I wanted her. "You look really good, Clark," her eyes fell across the twin slabs of my pectorals and the lines of my stomach and waist as she set the box down on the counter slowly. Sweat was misted finely across her milky skin in a glistening highlight. It accentuated her cheeks and delicate nose and prominently displayed the generous amount of cleavage she was showing me. I watched as her eyes fell down to my crotch. My shorts were tented out and obvious. My heart thundered as she licked her lips and said, "You seem to have a problem." I nodded, my mind locked into a primal pursuit of Desiree and her sex, "Yeah, I guess so." "I could," she began and looked away, "I could help you... with that, you know?" "Could you?" I asked stupidly as we inched closer to each other. I couldn't believe this was happening. Desiree said, "I don't want to make things worse for you, Clark." "Tell me what you're thinking," I said, though I was searching for an excuse to leave before things went too far. In my mind, all I could hear was that angry slap across my face. She hesitated, her eyes meeting mine after a moment of deliberation, "I'm thinking of you... and me together..." "Yes?" "I'm thinking of your body," she gently placed her slender hands on my chest and felt my burning flesh, "I'm thinking of what it would feel like against mine." "Are you?" I managed as my cock became painfully erect. "I'm thinking about how long I've wanted to touch you," she whispered and came closer to me, her hands sliding across my wet, bare shoulders and down my arms, "How badly I've wanted you to touch me." I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and then grabbed the bottom of her white tank top. She looked at me and granted me her acquiescence to continue. I pulled the bottom of her tank top up slowly, revealing her stomach first and then the bottoms of her huge breasts. They were untouched by the sun and a pale white, milky and enticing. As the fabric came up I could see the faint signs of blue veins under her silky flesh. And then I saw her areolas and her rock hard nubs. The nipples were protruding out and begging to be licked and suckled. Desiree raised her arms above her head as I slid the shirt up and over her face. "You're so beautiful," I said as I tossed her shirt away. She stood before me there in her kitchen, bare breasted and looking impossibly gorgeous in only her white skirt. Her stomach was a little pooched out, but it actually worked to her advantage. Desiree stepped towards me and pressed her body against mine, our sweaty skin slick and burning with internal heat. I could feel her breasts pressed to my chest like two fleshy pillows, large and comforting. The silky mounds slid against me as she embraced my body, her nipples hard and specific against my chest. She pushed her hips against mine and I knew she could feel the full length of my erection as we held each other, her face against my neck and her lips gently kissing. I slid my hands down her back to her skirt where I began cupping and massaging her ass. "You feel so good," she licked my jaw line. I tilted my face down to hers and our lips met together, forming a seal that bypassed the hesitant first kiss between new lovers and went right to experienced needful lust. I felt our tongues sliding around inside the combined cavern of our mouths as my breathing became more rapid, more urgent. Our hands explored each other with a ravenous need as I squeezed her supple ass and grinded my cock against her thigh. Her fingers rested on my shoulders as we passionately kissed and then began to work down towards my ass, tracing along my spine slowly as she sucked on my tongue. As she moaned into my mouth she broke the kiss long enough to tell me, "I've wanted this for so long," Meet Desiree Jansen I said, "Me too, Desiree..." I turned her roughly and pressed her against the countertop, my fingertips pulling her skirt slowly higher, inching it up her thigh. She sucked in air as my lips began moving down the left side of her neck, planting hot wet French kisses along her skin. She parted her thighs a little as the skirt came up and became more of a thick belt around her hips. Her red lacy panties were exposed as I massaged her thighs and kissed my way down to her collarbone and then lower to her chest. She traced her fingers over the ridge of my neck as I stood back for a moment and admired her. "You are so fucking beautiful," I whispered to her. "I want you," she ran her hands into my short blonde hair, pulling me down to kiss her again. My hands touched her bare skin under her skirt, finding that she was wearing a small thong and that it was moist from her excitement. My strong fingers squeezed her soft bare ass, then slid down across the backs of her thighs. I boldly let one of my fingers slip between her legs, pressing to the sheer silk of her panties. She was so wet as I traced the swollen lips of her sex through the soaked fabric. She gasped a sweet exclamation of pleasure, her legs opening wider as her knees buckled slightly. I stroked my finger firmly over her hot sex, teasing her mound and delicately loving her. I found the place where her clit was and felt a hard little button under the cloth of her panties. "Oh Clark," she gasped, "Yes, there, right there." I pushed her thong to one side and licked my two fingers slowly as she watched me, breathless with anticipation. I applied a little pressure to her hard button and she sighed a heavy release of sexual tension. "Do you like that?" I asked her. "Are you kidding me?" she shivered as I began rubbing her clit. I pulled back from her and looked into her eyes as we both breathed rapidly, our need for the consummation of our friendship becoming more and more apparent with each passing second. Our eyes locked as I rubbed her back and forth, teasing and coaxing her clit out to play. Desiree's bottom lip was quivering as her hands latched onto my arm, feeling the muscles flex as I worked my fingers back and forth. "I want to taste you," I said and got down on my knees. "You wouldn't mind doing that?" she breathed, her nipples now erected out at least an inch from her massive tits. "Not at all." I knelt in front of her, leaning in to touch my lips to the tops of her creamy thighs. My tongue traced along the edge of her panties, from her left hip, down between her legs, and then back up her right hip. She moaned breathlessly, pressing herself up toward my mouth, opening her legs slightly. My tongue touched her through her panties, pressing, tasting her wetness through the material. I inhaled her scent and enjoyed the musky aphrodisiac. She impatiently tugged her thong down, allowing me to slip it off all the way and then toss it aside. Her pubic area was a beautiful expanse of alabaster skin, white as snow and shaven clean save for a neatly trimmed triangle of dark hair above the beginning of her rosy slit. Her cunt glimmered in the hot afternoon light as I admired her and memorized her. Her swollen mound seemed to pulsate as she leaked her nectar out. My lips were instantly back between her legs, the tip of my tongue snaking out to taste her. She leaned back against the stove and gasped, her hands in my hair and massaging my scalp. I applied one long sensual lick to her slit, dragging across her cunt slowly and purposefully. Desiree was sweet and delicious as I got my first taste of her sex. I closed my lips lightly over her clit and sucked gently as her hips bucked a little against my mouth. "Oh god yes," she hissed, barely able to speak, "Oh Clark.... lick my cunt, baby... Oh fuck just like that... oh lick my pussy..." The combination of her dirty words and the taste of her delectable sex were driving me insane as I licked and suckled on her. She raised her thigh over my shoulder and rested it there as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back. I moaned against her sopping cunt as my tongue teased and circled her clit, flicking up and down methodically. Her breathing became deeper and more ragged as she began to pant like some kind of bitch in heat. Her arousal was sending me into the stratosphere and encouraged me to work harder. She opened her legs wider and gasped, "Please Clark... lets go to the... to the floor..." I broke away from her momentarily, and Desiree moved to the floor in the center of the kitchen, and laid down on her back I was amazed by how her breasts somehow managed to slide away to the sides of her arms and rest there while still remaining full and perky. She opened her legs wide and looked at me expectantly. She ran her hands down over her bare white legs, her fingertips tracing up the inside of her thighs, then running one finger slowly along her pussy, pressing it between her lips and up into herself. She smiled and began sliding the tip of her wet finger up to tease her own clit. "Eat my cunt," she said huskily, "Please..." "You don't have to say please," I laid down on my stomach, my cock hard against the linoleum. Desiree smiled lovingly as she draped her legs over my powerful shoulders. She was struggling to keep her moans and cries of pleasure to a dim roar as I mercilessly tongued her clit. I simultaneously pinched and worked her nipples over, rolling them and keeping pace with the motions of my tongue. Her legs tightened around my neck as my biceps worked against her outer thighs My hands went to the backs of her thighs, and I forced her legs back toward her chest, keeping them open wide. Her knees pressed to her breasts and her feet jutted out in the air. I kissed her pussy and slipped my tongue deep inside her, darting it in and out, flicking it up and down inside her. She gasped, and I let go of her legs. I began sliding my tongue up to her clit, flicking and teasing her hard love button with every trick and special move I knew. Her legs wrapped around my neck again, with her calves clutched to my back as she moaned and cried out. The taste of her luscious sex drove me wild, and I struggled to maintain some sort of control over myself. As she whimpered and her breathing grew louder and more obvious I knew she was getting close. I imagined a fire deep inside her womanhood, flaring and burning. I imagined my tongue as the fan for that fire. It was my job to keep her hot and go as far as I could to keep her coals smoldering. Her hips pressed up toward my mouth more insistently and I pulled back a little, tracing the tip of my tongue along the outside of her pussy. She moaned again, in a mix of frustration and excitement, and looked down at me with pleading eyes. My fingers lightly touched her bare thighs, moving higher as I teased her. I gently inserted two fingers into her drenched pussy as I leaned in and began lapping at her clit. "Oh fuck," she moaned as I pulled at her nipples and then pinched hard. Desiree gasped at the sudden inclusion of this erotic pain in her breasts. Her mouth was gaped wide open as she sucked in air rapidly, her eyes rolled back in her head. Her hips were beginning to thrust against my tongue as purely animal instincts told her body that it was time, that it was time to quench this thirst. "Yes," she cried out rapturously, "more, more!" I slipped my finger deeper inside, pushing it into her hot wet folds. Her powerful muscles clenched and pulled at my fingers as I banged her. She moved with me, her hips pressing up as I thrusted my fingers into her and pressed my tongue to her singing clit. Her fingers were tight in my hair, pulling and struggling for purchase as her hips and ass slapped against the floor. "Oh fuck baby yeah," she moaned and clasped her tits, pulling and kneading them as she unabashedly expressed the intensity of her arousal. It was coming up fast, growing bigger and more overwhelming as she braced herself. I only quickened my pace, now working in a frenzy over her clit, suckling, nibbling and flicking as my fingers pumped in and out. Her pussy spasmed suddenly and the rush of hot liquid squirted over my hand. Desiree tensed and went rigid as her orgasm swept her away. She cried out in a long, lustful moan that could not be held back any longer, the vocalization of her reaching a new plateau. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," she whispered breathlessly, her eyes closed and a thin film of sweat covering her voluptuous body. "You like that?" I asked, my tongue sore and tired. "Fuck yeah," she managed as she tried to catch her breath. I kissed the insides of her thighs, still tasting her on my lips, and then slowly kissed up her body. My journey took my lips to her hips, my hands sliding higher, slipping across the generous mounds of her tits. Her hard nipples graced the palms of my hands as I massaged her and teased her. I worked my higher up her terrain until my lips and tongue reached the swells of her breasts. My wet lips closed over her right nipple and sucked. She cooed loudly, pushing her chest up toward my mouth. "Stand up," Desiree whispered and pushed me back on my knees as she grasped the waistband of my shorts, "It's your turn." I stood up tall and looked down at the huge tented out crotch of my shorts. Her fingers slipped further past my waistband and then began pulling down. She revealed me slowly, teasing and taking her time as she watched my hips come into view and then the flat region of my pubic area. The shorts caught on my thick cock and pulled it down in a pleasurably painful way. The elastic slid down over my sensitive shaft and then finally over my head. It released me abruptly and my member bounced back forth in the hot air. She smiled broadly and the laid back down on the floor, her eyes looking my dick over greedily. She pulled me down so I was kneeling next to her. She wrapped her fingers around my cock and began slowly stroking me. I ran my hands over her stomach and then to her tits again as she worked her hand back and forth, leaning towards me and slowly making me realize what she wanted to do next. "How long has it been?" she asked, her fingers like silk on my throbbing member. "Two months," I whispered and looked into her eyes, "About five months for actually having my cock in someone's mouth..." "I think I can help you with that..." The world seemed to stop for me as she brought her full, red lips to my cock head. Her eyes fixed on mine as she propped herself up on one elbow and snaked her tongue out. She licked my hypersensitive head once and then twice before broad stroking my shaft with her tongue. I shivered as she lathered my cock with her pink tongue, rolling and teasing me as she worked her way down to the base and over my balls. She then kissed her way back up the length of my rigid thickness and finally stopped at my head again. "Tell me when to stop," she whispered and kissed my penis. I gasped and shook involuntarily as she closed her hot, wet mouth over my cock and slowly slid downwards. I was ready to keel over as she moaned against me, taking me deeper and deeper into her experienced oral cavity. My left hand traveled over her belly and down between her legs. Her thighs parted as my fingers inched closer and closer to her still hungry vagina. Teasing through her dark triangle of pubic hair, I could feel her wetness was only increasing as she sucked me off. I caressed her pussy and she groaned a throaty approval, her lips still sealed around my shaft. Desiree's hips pressed up toward my hand and I slipped my middle finger slowly into her depths as her wet muscles clenched and welcomed me back. Her pussy seemed to pull and contract around my finger as she tightened her lips around my shaft. As I ran my other hand through her hair she sucked me in deeper and I felt the tip of my cock touch the back of her throat. She pulled her mouth back and her fingers moved up and down on my wet cock as she brushed her lips against the head. "You do have a nice cock, Clark," she said, and then moaned softly as I slid the middle finger of my left hand deep insider her pussy, burying it to the knuckle. I worked my thumb in small circles around her clit as she rolled her head back. "You have a nice pussy, Desiree," I smiled, returning the compliment. "You're going to make me cum again if you keep that up," she said sexily, looking back into my eyes with an intense stare of raw sexuality. Her hand was wetly stroking my cock as her lips slid across the swollen purple tip, her tongue flicking occasionally to tease me. I decided to up the ante and tease her even more. Turn about was fair play, after all. I eased a second finger inside her sex as I gently rolled her clit under my thumb. "Oh fuck yes," she whimpered as I slid my fingers in and out in time to her stroking of my cock. "You are so fucking good at this," I managed as my balls churned their fluid and warned me of the impending explosion. "This is nothing, lover," she smiled and winked at me. It was my turn to gasp as her lips went back to my dick and suctioned me into her mouth again. Her pace was fast and precise as she sucked on me, teasing me with her tongue and teeth at the same time. My fingers tightened in her thick hair and I found that my hips were starting to rock back and forth instinctively. She let my cock plop out of her mouth, gleaming with saliva and precum. "Fuck my mouth," she said forcefully. "Would you like me to fuck your mouth?" I asked playfully as I thrust my fingers into her deeper. "Yes, Clark," she smiled and she gasped as I rubbed her button with my thumb. "How bad?" "Fuck my mouth, baby." "Say it again," I moaned. I don't why I was so insistent on hearing her say it, but it was turning me on to no end. "Fuck my mouth now," she whispered and tugged on my pole. In my right hand I grabbed a handful of her straight, black hair and slid into her mouth. She gripped my thighs tightly in her hands, keeping control of me even as I thrusted my hips forward and was enveloped in her oral stimulations. I was gasping for air as I fucked her mouth, my heart thundering. I could see her struggling to not gag as my cock tickled the back of her smooth throat. Her hips were moving faster and faster as I slid my fingers into her deeper and deeper. I knew it was an awkward position for us both, but neither of us wanted to change it. Her muscles tightened around my fingers as I thrust them into her, my thumb now swirling over her clit in a lube of her juices. We working hard, building up to a wonderful climax. She closed her eyes and moaned louder, and I felt the rush of adrenaline as my body prepared for the orgasm. Her fingers tightened on me, her nails digging into the skin of my thighs slightly. Desiree seemed to sense me orgasm approaching as she took me even deeper in her mouth, her lips tight and her tongue lashing against me. She pulled back once and then slid her mouth down on me again as she started to shake. I was startled as Desiree began to shout against my cock, her voice muffled by the meat in her mouth. My cock was tingling as I cried out, her pussy spasming around my fingers. Desiree literally screamed as she came hard, tears streaming from her eyes as her body shook violently and her tits rippled. The trembling of all her muscles was focused to my cock where I promptly lost control of everything. "Oh god Desiree I'm going to cum," I warned her and threw my head back. In response she only took me deeper into her mouth. She slurped and messily sucked on my rigid member as my head swelled as big as I can remember it ever being and then exploded. I could feel the hot liquid spurting from my cock as it jerked powerfully against her mouth. She swallowed my semen and sucked me dry until every last drop was gone. She released my dick and cried out, "Oh fuck yes, baby!" I collapsed next to her as she and I both gasped for air. She stroked my cock slowly as it softened as I lay next to her in a suggestive sixty-nine position. She turned to her side and I kissed her stomach gently, working my way down the slopes of her thighs as my heart rolled in my chest. I took stock of the moment as I realized that I had technically just cheated on my wife, or rather my soon-to-be ex-wife. The strange part was, I didn't care. "That was wonderful," she smiled and massaged my swollen sack. I looked at her wet vagina and said, "And that's just the foreplay..." "I know I said it before, but I've wanted to do that for a long time, Clark. I always thought you did, too... I've seen the way you look at me. I just never knew how to tell you," she said quietly. "I've wanted to too, Desiree," I said dreamily as my fingers stroked her pubic hair, "I just never realized my marriage was over before it began, you know? If I had..." "You feeling okay about this still?" she asked, a hint of worry in her voice. I thought of the slap Karen had given me again and then said, "This is the best sex I've ever had. This is a perfect afternoon, Desiree..." "So," Desiree said casually, confident in my relaxation, "When is the bitch going to be back?" "I don't know," I said as an excited flurry of butterflies crowded in my stomach. "So we have all night?" "I guess we do," I said, feeling horny as hell again. "My kids are with their father until tomorrow afternoon..." "Mine are with my parents for the weekend." She was quite for a moment and then said, "In that case, we should fuck each other until we can't see straight." "That's a great idea," I smiled and the suggested, "You ever sixty-nined before?" "Once," she said quietly, "But the guy I was with said I was no good at it." "Practice makes perfect..." *** I was laying flat on my back in her kitchen, bare ass naked with my face buried in the folds of her heavenly pussy. I darted my tongue in and out of her cunt, lapping at her and trying my best to make her feel good and confident about our experimental position. Desiree, for her part, was on her hands and knees in the classic sixty-nine position as she sucked on my long, hard cock. I was trying my best not let go too soon, but her throaty moans were vibrating my shaft violently and bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. Desiree desperately held onto her cool as I ate her out, doing her damnedest to ignore the fluttering sensations of me tickling her from the lips of her cunt. I grunted as the moans coming from Desiree's throat teased my dick. She was bobbing up and down on me like a jackhammer, slurping and sucking on my pole for all she was worth. I turned my focus on her clit. I felt myself overcome by primal animal instincts and the uninhibited urges that Karen and I used to enjoy so much together. I felt powerful and in control while at the same time completely out of my damn mind. I sucked and fucked her delicious cunt with my tongue, working the strong muscle back and forth and to and fro inside her. Desiree tried to keep pace with the rhythm of my tongue as I attacked her clit. I wanted her off balance and at my mercy as I plunged two fingers deep inside her sex while at the same time driving my tongue into her ass. "Oh Jesus," Desiree spit out my cock for a moment in a spray of precum and saliva as her body shook with pleasure. She uttered a breathless shout as I tongue fucked her hole. I pulled my fingers out and slapped her tight ass, encouraging her to keep going. Desiree seemed to enjoy my hand slapping her soft flesh as she sucked my cock deep into her mouth, the swollen head pressing into the wet interior of the back of her throat. She didn't gag at all as she deep throated my eight-inch rod. I worked my lips methodically around her clit and suckled on her while squeezing her cheeks with both hands. Her nectar was dribbling down my chin as I passionately attended to her button. Meet Desiree Jansen Desiree worked my shaft in and out of her mouth with an urgency that I had never once felt from Karen, even when our relationship had been good. I followed her pace, imagining that I was fucking her tasty snatch. I instinctively began letting my hips rock back and forth. I already sensed an unbearably hot pressure building inside my balls and I knew I was getting close. I could almost feel my semen churning like the boiling reserves of an active volcano inside my sac. I went back to tongue fucking her asshole and started teasing her clit with my fingertips. She reacted instantly, her hips bucking against my mouth as though they were under a whip. I dove my tongue back into her pussy. The delicate inner-muscles of her sex quivered against the texture of my tongue as she took one hand and massaged my swollen balls. She worked her mouth in a vigorous massage of my cock with every intention of milking me to the last drop. When I came, I always came hard and with a big load. I couldn't believe how much cum she was milking out of me as the afternoon wore on She swirled her tongue around my cock and to my surprise it swelled and grew a little bigger than it already was. She knew I was getting close to my climax, almost as close as she was to hers. Later she told me she had never been with anyone who could last as long as I could, which to be honest was pathetic. I was lucky if I made it fifteen minutes before blowing my wad. Beads of sweat were rolling down her face and trailing down her underarms as her orgasm wound and tightened like a rubber band inside her, pulling and stretching to the point of no return. "You taste so fucking good," I growled into her. A familiar and undeniable heat seared from the heavy sack of my testicles to the base of my cock. I cried out into her cunt as my cock spasmed and erupted. My hot cream spewed from my head in tingling bursts, jetting out in huge gobs. The jizz squirted down her throat and filled her mouth up as I unloaded my seemingly endless supply of semen. She swallowed as much as she could as it leaked from her lips. "Oh fuck me FUCK!" Desiree cried out suddenly as she felt the imaginary rubber band holding her orgasm back snap. A red-hot bloom exploded and spread out as her cunt trembled, unable contain the sensations anymore. She gushed her equally sweet hot nectar into my mouth in powerful spurts. I lapped at her like a dog, devouring the essence of her sex and not relenting until she had ejaculated all she had to offer. Desiree licked the length of my shaft, leaving my slowly retracting cock clean and shiny with saliva. She lifted one leg up and turned around to see I looking at her with a hungry gleam in my eyes that she would come to know all too well in the months to follow. I slid my hands up her stomach and to her full breasts, massaging them and playing with her painfully erect nipples. I rolled her nubs between my thumbs and forefingers gently, telling her in my own quiet way that I was still not satisfied. "You are amazing," she whispered and leaned forward, planting a hot kiss on my lips. "No, you are," I countered as her sopping pussy rubbed against my cock in a delirious slide. Desiree smiled at me, "I'm not done with you yet..." "I hope not," I smiled back and held her close to me, her head on my chest as she listened to my heartbeat and my breathing slowly return to normal. She lay to my right, and I had my right arm around her shoulders. I ran my fingers slowly through her hair, trying to convey the tenderness and gratitude I felt towards her. She traced her fingers lightly down my chest and around my hard nipples. I could see her smiling as she worked her way down in sensual loops and curves across my stomach and then to my thighs. Her touch was gentle and sweet as she ran her fingernails gently over my recovering cock. I smiled as she did and simply enjoyed her presence. The floor was wet from our lovemaking and yet surprisingly cool, so we lay there and relaxed for a moment as our desire began to build back up. The funny thing was how comfortable I felt with her. It felt so right... I ran my hand down over her back slowly, caressing and teasing across her spine and her hips and then down over the crests of her buttocks. She pressed herself gently against me, her hips pressing against mine as she lay on her side next to me. I became bold and worked my finger along the crevasse of her ass and then down between her cheeks over her tight puckered hole. She responded by rubbing and playing with my dick as it hardened against my thigh. Her tongue and lips began to kiss my chest as she traced one finger up and down along my slowly lengthening cock. Mmmm," she sighed against my chest, as my right hand slid down over the small of her back again. My left hand palmed over the swell of her breast, my fingers sliding around her nipple and coaxing it back to state of readiness. She pressed against me again, slipping her right leg over mine, squeezing me to her. I cupped her breast gently as she tipped her mouth up towards mine and we shared a long, passionate kiss. Our breathing became more pronounced as our kiss deepened and our tongues rolled wetly together. She suckled on my bottom lip, her breath sweet and warm. Her hair fell down and brushed against my face, getting caught up in the kiss. I pulled the loose strands out of my mouth and she laughed. I slid my fingers through her hair and pulled it back. "You know what we need?" "What?" I breathed. "Condoms." Desiree broke our embrace and left the kitchen as I stood up and stretched my back, my penis bouncing to and fro in front of me. She returned moments later with the condom in her hand, already pulled from its wrapper. It was one of those Trojan ribbed models, designed for her pleasure. She handed it to me and looked appraisingly at my cock as I rolled the swimming cap on. The red latex stretched over my girth and sheathed my length tightly. "I want you," she whispered and gave me deep, passionate kiss, "Fuck me, Clark." I looked at her with eyes that burned as she turned around and revealed her ass to me, her hands gripping the kitchen counter. I positioned myself behind her and brought my cock to bear, the head resting between her ass cheeks. Grasping her hips, I inched forward and slipped my head into her pussy with a sudden thrust that caught her off guard. Her head snapped back and she let out a lusty moan as my cock sank into her cunt. Her sex was so hot and tight I thought I might lose it right there. Her muscles flexed around me and encouraged me to begin. "God, Desiree," I began thrusting, back and forth, increasing my speed and power as I went. "Oh yes," she whimpered, her voice accented by each thrust of my hips, "Just like that... yes... fuck... yes... harder, Clark..." I began to put jut my hips faster and harder, trying to penetrate her as deeply as I could. I could hear angry sounding grunts grinding from my throat as sweat trickled down my chest and stomach. "Harder baby," she cried out as her tits jerked and swayed beneath her, her eyes shut tight, "Fuck YES!" The muscles in my stomach and hips were screaming as I gave her my all, balls slapping wetly against her thighs as I rammed her. "Yes!" she reached around with one hand and grabbed my ass, squeezing as her fingernails dug into my skin, "Do it!" I pounded her until she was shouting, her voice becoming high pitched and broken as she tried to handle the sensations of her overpowered sex. I gave her one final thrust and then pulled out. My cock was slick with her nectar as I spread her ass cheeks. Desiree looked back over her shoulder at me as I pushed my slick cock over her asshole, sliding the wet shaft across the tight little hole, leaving a sticky trail behind. "Do it," she moaned, arching her back and pushing her ass back to me. I took my cock in my hand, still slick and slippery from her cunt, and readied myself. I pushed the head of my cock against her tight little asshole, stretching it out as my girth passed into her. She flinched and her head snapped back as she gasped. I held onto her shapely hips and forced my cock into her depths. Desiree cried out a loud moan of both pleasure and pain as I slid my dick into her ass. Her breathing was heavy and shallow as I rocked her. I could feel the spasmodic flexing of her anus, threatening to milk the cum out of me before I was ready. Desiree arched her back and opened her mouth in a long drawn out gasp. Her whole body tensed and froze, her teeth bared in a growl of sexual fulfillment. "Let me ride you," she looked back at me. I lay down on my back and she straddled me, lifting one leg over and giving me a generous view of her under carriage. Her backside was facing me as she settled in over my shaft, her ass poised. I could only try and keep my breathing under control, try to not blow my wad too early. She grasped my cock and slid the head across her dripping cunt, lubing me up for entry. She then brought it to her ass and eased herself down on me. My cock squeezed past the tight, rubbery opening. She gasped and clenched her buttocks around my shaft, turning her head to the side and watching the penetration. She moaned, biting her lower lip as my dick filled up her ass and stretched her out. Finally, my cock was submerged in her body and she began to ride me, her pace already fast and frenzied. "Oh yes, Clark... fuck... stretch me out..." she whispered breathlessly, her big breasts bouncing wildly as she let loose, her nipples pointed and hard. Her fingers found her clit and began furiously rubbing it as she rode my cock. I grunted as she hammered herself. "Yes Clark! YES!" she moaned, unabashedly in the throes of ecstasy. "Yes baby," I growled and grasped her hips tightly. "Fuck my ass!" she shouted. I slapped her jiggling buttocks she rode me. Desiree cried out, ramming down hard on me as she fingered her clit. She picked up the pace and began moaning so loud I wouldn't have been surprised if everyone in the apartment complex heard us. Her fingers worked her clit over until she suddenly began snapping her hips back. Desiree uttered a silent scream of overwhelming pleasure as her ass slammed down on my cock and she came hard. Her muscles rippled and clenched so tightly around my cock that my field of vision exploded with stars and my cock ejaculated inside her ass. The condom caught my semen and filled up quickly. Desiree was holding her breasts, her head thrown back and mouth wide open as I unloaded my semen, my cock jerking and pumping. Finally, as my vision swam in and out of clarity and as my cock slowly deflated, we decoupled and collapsed on the floor in a sweaty heap. I slid my arms around her and rested my face between her tits as she ran her hands through my hair. "You okay?" I asked. "Oh Clark I am right as rain," she smiled and then added, "And you?" "I wish I had met you first," I said and squeezed my arms around her. She kissed my forehead, "You met me anyway." I smiled, "That's true." After a minute, she asked, "You want get in bed?" I cocked my brow, "Are you kidding?" "Let's go then," she whispered and grabbed my hand.