1 comments/ 41444 views/ 0 favorites Gloria Ch. 01 By: rboxer I could feel a hand on my breast, caressing and kneading slowly, and the heat and moisture built up inside my belly. I eased my left leg up, and I felt another hand chase the waves of pleasure across my belly, searching downwards to tickle and touch me. When I felt a finger push gently inside me, feel it dip into the wetness, smear my juices around inside, started to come. But then I woke up. The sheets were all twisted around me, and it was my own hands I’d felt, not Justin’s at all. I groaned quietly, but in despair and not joy. To say I was frustrated would be an understatement - I’d simply been dreaming about him again, and it was getting worse each time. All attempts to ease the pressure weren’t working any more. My God, I was even doing it my sleep now! Somehow, even though he was across the other side of the world, Justin’s voice was enough to drive me wild with desire, but he wasn’t here to finish the job. Before my eyes could fill up, like that had a few nights ago, I tried to put everything out of my mind and get back to sleep. When I got to work in the morning, I found some quiet time alone, and tried to write out a graphic email for him, detailing last night’s dream. Maybe it’s the conservative upbringing, or perhaps we’re just shy, but I couldn’t write down much of what I felt or thought. Just thinking about it made me squirm in my chair and I couldn’t concentrate. I had to abandon this attempt when more work came along. At the end of the day though, it was still just me, walking back home, and Justin not there. I walked past my new neighbor’s place and saw Diane out front watering the lawn. “Hi Gloria. How are you?” Such a simple greeting, yet it was enough to make a tear fall, something Diane saw. “Oh honey, what’s wrong?” she asked, taking my arm and leading me onto her front porch. “I miss Justin, that’s all. He’s only been gone for three weeks, how am I ever going to wait for three months?” “I’m sorry Gloria. I know it’s difficult when my Peter’s away, but at least he’s usually back by the end of the week.” “Where is he this time?” I asked, wanting to move on from the subject of Justin. “He’s working in Vegas again. This job seems to be working out, but I know what you mean about them being absent. There are some things a woman needs a man for, if you know what I mean.” I blushed, but also laughed at the look on Diane’s face. “Yes, I know exactly what you mean, and that’s part of why I miss Justin so much.” Diane and I spent the next hour talking about our men, our relationships, and even a bit about sex. In the shade of the porch, and with a glass of wine and good conversation, I was beginning to feel better. “Thanks for the conversation,” I said, standing and getting ready to leave “It’s no problem,” said Diane. “Any time you need to talk, just come on over.” I thanked her again, hugged her and left for my house next door. A few nights later I was lying in the bedroom reading a book, still trying not to think about Justin, when I noticed a light go in Diane’s place. My window is a little higher than hers, so I could look down into it. There was a buzzing, just at the edge of my hearing, and it seemed to be coming from Diane’s room. I didn’t really understand what it was, just an unusual sound in the dying summer twilight, so I looked out of my window and into Diane’s. I could see a bare leg, definitely female, angled on the bed. A dash of pink toenail polish confirmed that it was Diane’s foot. The buzzing sound, the naked leg, and finally, a little moaning from inside the room finally completed the picture for me, and I ducked away from the window, embarrassed that I was listening to Diane with a vibrator, but also giggling slightly. I wasn’t so embarrassed that I stopped listening though, and I listened to Diane working the vibrator, her moans changing with the accompanying change in tone from the device as it moved into and out of her body. Diane was into a rhythm now, and I could hear her three quick gasps of breath, and then a long moan; three more gasps and a moan. My brain was alive with the pictures flashing in my imagination. When I realized that my own hand had found its way automatically to my pussy, I felt detached, watching my fingers swipe three times across the clit, and dip a finger into my pussy, each time a little harder, a little deeper. Diane finished before I did, but my eyes were locked on the site of her splayed leg across the way, my head resting against the wall as I slid two fingers inside my pussy and came hard on my hand. Some times I would hear the buzzing again, but I thought it rude to listen. I didn’t see her again walking to and from work, but at the end of the week, her boyfriend came home. This time the noises coming from the bedroom just made me sad and depressed that my husband wasn’t here to do the same to me. I talked to Justin each night, clear across the other side of the Atlantic. A week later I could hear the buzzing again from next door. With the phone in my hand, I moved to sit near the open window, but couldn’t see anything. “Can you hear that?” I asked Justin. “No. What are you listening to?” “It’s Diane, from next door.” “Yeah? So?” “Well, um, I think she’s – ” “What is it, honey? Is she OK?” “Oh, yes. Hah, yeah, she’s fine, she’s just, you know –” “Gloria, what’s wrong?” he asked. “Well, I think she’s got a toy. You know, a , a vibrator.” I whispered. Justin laughed. “Well, don’t disturb her privacy, honey. You wouldn’t like it if someone saw us, would you?” “Oh, no, no. It’s just – It just reminds me of us, you know? I miss you. I miss being in bed with you.” “Yeah, I know. I miss you too. But I’ll be back soon, I promise.” “But not soon enough!” I couldn’t help it; I started crying on the phone. “Oh, my darling, I miss you too. I can’t go an hour without thinking of you,” he said. “I know,” I said, sniffling. “I just hate it when you’re away. I mean the phone calls help, but –” “Yeah. It’s pathetic, isn’t it, how much we love each other?” When I looked out the window again, I could now see Diane! “Are you OK, Gloria?” “What? Oh, ah, yeah. I can see Diane now.” “Gloria!” “Not that, Justin! I can see her legs, that’s all. Well, now I can see her hand. Oh.” I could see Diane’s hand. Not her pussy, but I could definitely see her hand and arm, and they were moving. I couldn’t say anything for the moment. I was shocked by the fact that I was watching Diane pleasure herself, but I was also getting aroused. “Honey?” “I can see her,” I whispered, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I heard him swallow on the other end of the line. “Wh-what you see,” he said quietly. “I can – I can see her leg.” “I don’t know if you should be -” “It’s tanned and slender. She has nice legs, good muscles. Aw, jeez, that’s nice. Her thighs are not as tanned, but they’re creamy and smooth.” “That – sounds….nice” he said. “Yeah, and I can see the muscles in her thigh moving. They’re flexing and moving.” “Yeah.” “She’s lying on the bed, with her knees in the air. Oh, Jeezus!” I hadn’t noticed until now, but my own hand was in between my thighs. I didn’t DO this type of thing, I thought, but I couldn’t stop myself. “I can see her hand moving,” I whispered. “Tell me,” he said. “Her hand, her right hand, it’s – I can’t see. Hang on.” I couldn’t believe it! I was moving the chair, hoping to get a better angle down into Diane’s room. “I can see her now. All of her. Oh God.” “What? What do you see?” “I can see her breasts. She’s touching one of them. Squeezing it. Pulling the nipple. Christ!” My own hand, of it’s own mind, was doing the same thing through my blouse. That hand shook, as it undid two buttons, allowing it to slip inside and fondle my breast through the bra. “Justin?” I said. “Yeah honey.” “Are you – can you feel yourself?” “What do you mean?” “Are you excited? Are you a little bit hard?” “Yes.” “Will you touch yourself?” “I can, if you want me to.” “Please,” I whispered. I heard a brief rustle, and he was back. “Tell me,” I said. “Tell me what you’re doing.” “God, Gloria.” “Because my hand is inside my blouse, stroking my breast, Oh, a nipple. Oh.” “I love that nipple,” he said, and I knew it was true. My left breast is more sensitive than the right, and Justin knows it. “Tell me,” I said. “OK. Um, well, I’m stroking it, God, it’s hard. It misses you, Gloria.” “And I miss it. Is it big?” “Yeah.” “Is it hard?” “Oh, yeah.” “Does it miss me?” “Oh yes. Absolutely.” “I can see Diane’s stomach. Her hand’s on her stomach, the fingers are trailing down and across her flat stomach.” My own hand mirrored Diane’s actions, having unbuttoned me completely, the blouse falling open. As I watched Diane and listened to Justin’s breathing on the phone, my own hand continued to mirror doing what Diane was doing, and I kept on describing what I was seeing. Justin heard my sigh. “Tell me what you’re doing,” asked Justin. “I’m watching Diane, and I’m doing the same thing she is. My hand on my thigh, her hand on hers. Stroking. Touching. Gliding across the inside of my legs.” “Christ,” he said quietly. “Oh my…Oh, wow.” “What? What?” “Her fingers are playing with herself. My fingers are inside me. Oh, yeah, that’s…that’s oh, god.” Over the sounds of my voice I could hear Justin’s breathing become faster. “Tell me what you’re doing Justin. Tell me what it feels like.” “It’s – hard,” he said. “It’s hard to think.” “Tell me. Please. Tell me what you’re doing to your cock.” “I’m – ah, I’m hard and hot. It feels so warm, yet hard. I’m stroking myself–” “Your cock, Justin, just say it. Don’t worry, just tell me. Please!” “My cock is hard and, it feels like only my brain is connected to it. I can’t feel anything except my hand on my cock, going up and down, again and again.” When I pictured that scene, my eyes closed automatically, and I could actually feel his cock in my hand, feel the skin moving under my fingers as I slid my fist down it to the base. “Tell me more. Tell me what it feels like to enter me, to be inside of me.” “It feels like nothing else on earth. Like every sensation starts from there, when put the head of my cock just at your entrance,” he whispered. “I can feel it,” I said, “I can feel it there right now.” “When I push inside you just a little bit, the sensations spread out across my brain, and I have to push a little deeper into you.” I now had a finger placed there, pretending it was Justin, and I could feel it as he pushed in a little, and it caused a wave of pressure to start right there. “More, please, a little more.” “When I push the head of my cock inside you, I can feel the resistance melt away and you swallow me.” “Christ!” I said, and my head fell back as I felt it inside me. “When you’re inside me, it starts a wave of pleasure so sweet it’s agony, and I need more of you. When you push further in, the wave gets shorter but more powerful, and I need more of you again.” “It’s like I’m being sucked inside you, you’re pulling me deeper and I push deeper.” “Yes. God. Deeper, please, deeper.” “When I’m completely inside of you, when there’s no more to give you, I sigh and relax, feeling every inch of you around me. Warm and wet. So wet.” “It feels like I’m completely full of you. I know that sigh. I love when you sigh like that. It’s so complete, that feeling, having you inside me.” “And when I pull out, slowly and gently, I feel you holding me, trying to hold onto my cock as it glides out-” “Oh yes.” “And I pull out past the start of you, feeling your muscles trying to hold onto the head.” “Oh yes.” “And I start again, pushing in again, feeling you accept me, grasp me, pulling me in again.” “Yes, yes.” “Pushing further into you, faster this time, bumping into you harder.” “And pulling again, feeling the shaft and head of your cock pulling out, feeling like I’m turning inside out again.” “And pushing back in again, harder and faster.” “Oh, I can feel it! Each push in spreads warmth and pleasure like a pool around me, each push sending another wave of pleasure to wait at the end. Pushing faster and harder, faster and faster, oh fuck, oh fuck” “Feel me inside you, feel my cock banging deep inside you, each time seeming to go a little deeper, further, faster.” “Oh fuck, oh, God. Please. Fuck. Oh please, come inside me, please, please, please...” My voice trailed off as I heard Justin climax on the other end of the phone, imagining he was inside of me, where my finger was, and coming at the same time. I actually fell off the chair! I lay there in a pleasant fog for a moment, the phone still cradled on my shoulder, but I could only hear the dial tone. We’d been cut off. When I hung up though, I realized there was another sound. Carefully I moved over to the window. When Justin had called me earlier, it wasn’t quite dusk, but now it was dark outside and I hadn’t turned the lights on yet. The buzzing I’d heard every now and then, and again tonight, was louder than normal. I lifted my head carefully up to the windowsill. I could hear moaning, and when I stuck my head out further and looked down, I could see Diane there, leaning against the side of the house, her hand between her legs. When I came up behind her, having quietly slipped out of the house, Diane’s head was drooping forward, her hand and vibrator moving between her thighs. I don’t know how long she’d been listening to me and Justin, but that wasn’t my concern anymore. I think it surprised me more than it did Diane when I pushed her hard up against the wall, pinned her there with one arm as I brushed aside her hand and wrapped my own around the vibrator. I could feel her slippery juices on the based of the toy, but that didn’t stop me from twisting it carefully inside her, pumping it slower than she’d been doing to herself, my arm still pushing her into the wall – not that she needed restraining. I looked at her face and saw her mouth hung open, a little string of drool from her top lip to the bottom one, her eyes closed fully and lost in the moment. I moved in behind her, lifted the skirt she was wearing up over her hips and pulled those hips closer to me. Her head moved down the wall, almost forming an inverted L with the house. With my free hand I reached around to feel Diane’s clit, brushed it gently with my fingers while continuing to slide the vibrator inside her. My hand was completely covered in her juices, and my own thighs were slick with my own arousal. I pulled the vibrator out of her pussy, and ran it gently up and down her slit, from clit to pussy and back again, and when Diane’s thighs started to shake, when her moans were gaining in pitch and frequency, when she was almost at the edge, I slid the greasy head of the vibrator against her anus, pushed it in and set it on high. She came immediately, screaming and buzzing, knocking against the house and then falling to her knees in front of me. I just stood there. My arousal was total, from talking with Justin, playing with myself, watching Diane and then jacking her off. My heart raced and blood pounded as I stood over her, panting and naked. When my eyes finished devouring her legs and thighs, her glistening pussy folds and sweat-covered tummy, they traveled back up to her face and I saw her looking at me. Though dim outside there was enough light to see the lust in her eyes – lust that was matched by my own. Diane got to her knees, pulled my hips to her face and licked her tongue against my slit, on my clit and then deep inside my pussy. I cried out and it was my turn to brace myself against the wall. She licked me like no one ever has, from anus to clit and back, her tongue digging and probing. She lifted one of my legs over her shoulder and burrowed her head further between my thighs. A hand slid up my leg, dipped a finger inside me and then pushed gently into my ass. Oh, God, it was wonderful, but it was even better when she pushed another finger inside my pussy, then two, twisting and turning and rubbing against the walls of my vagina until – right there, she touched my G-spot, and I came all over her face and I collapsed on top of her. Inside my house, cleaned and clothed again, I called him back. “Justin, you’ll never believe what just happened,” I said. GLORIA “Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked. “The though of seeing you with someone else is pretty uncomfortable, but the thought of seeing you with another woman is much more erotic. So, yes, I’m sure,” Justin said. He’s been back in town for a week. These last two months had been crazy. Fantastic, but crazy, with me describing to him what I saw Diane do that night – I hadn’t the courage so far to tell him the full truth - and for the week he’d been back in town we’d fucked and talked, but the talk was mostly about me and Diane. He finally came up with the proposal I wanted him to make. But was it right? “Look honey, I don’t need to do this. I love only you, and I want only you. I’ll only go through this if it’s what you want. Do you really, really want to see me and Diane get it on?” Justin looked away briefly. He cleared his throat. “Yeah.” I smiled at him. There wasn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for him. “Justin? Do you – do you think, sometime, um-” “What is it?” “If, um, if I asked, would you do the same for me?” I couldn’t believe I’d said it. My face burned with embarrassment, but my eyes flicked up to his face. I kissed him deeply, squeezed his already swollen dick in his pants and made him catch his breath, and pushed him to the front door. At the window I waited until I could see him moving around next-door in the dim light of Diane’s living room, and then went and opened the back door. “Hi.” She smiled at me. “Hi.” JUSTIN It felt really weird sitting in the darkness, watching my wife walk into our living room holding Diane’s hand. I could tell they were both nervous, throwing the occasional glance my way when they remembered they were on display. I watched my wife stand in front of Diane, reach across and place her hand on Diane’s breast. I saw Diane’s face change as the pleasure overrode any remaining concerns she might have had. In seconds my cock was in my hand, moving gently, but my eyes stayed locked on that other room. Diane lifted Gloria’s T-shirt off, the movement of her arms lifting her breasts higher for a moment, that moment stretched when Diane kept Gloria’s arms suspended and she lowered her lips to kiss the tops of her breasts, then take a nipple between her teeth and pull. Jeezus! I watched my wife remove Diane’s shirt, button by button, revealing a slimmer, taller woman than Gloria, but I wouldn’t trade Gloria for the world. Gloria returned Diane’s favor by sucking her small high breasts until each nipple was standing clear like the flag on a mailbox. Oh man it was erotic to watch. Briefly they disappeared from view, returning with a table between them. I chuckled because it was clear now that Gloria had thought about this, even to the extent of figuring the best lines of sight. I relaxed further into the high backed chair, took a swig of the wine waiting beside me and decided to keep my hands off my cock. God knows how I was going to last, but I suspected it wouldn’t be very long. I was almost proved right when I watched Gloria strip Diane completely naked, standing on that table for me to see. She’d been right about the skin and tan lines on Diane’s body; they did seem to make her body glow. I thought I could see the shiver of pleasure that ran through Diane’s body when Gloria licked her thigh, and I definitely heard Gloria’s moan. Gloria Ch. 01 Gloria pulled Diane down onto the tabletop, and positioned her so that her pussy was aimed right at me – not more than 10 feet away, and I could see the moisture glistening on Diane’s pussy, but I stopped breathing when I saw Gloria’s tongue drill slowly between Diane’s lips. Oh what a sight it was. Gloria was now straddling Diane, and between their two bodies I could watch Diane’s mouth and tongue work on Gloria’s pussy, while I could also see Gloria’s face twist with pleasure whenever Diane hit her clit with her tongue. I had my cock back in my hand now – there was no way I could prevent it. It got harder when I watched Diane wrap a strap-on dildo around my wife’s waist, turn herself onto all fours and back onto that big plastic cock like she did it every day. I watched my wife start to fuck our neighbor, sliding the cock slowly into Diane, Diane’s head dropping and raising as the slid in and out, buckling her spine on each thrust forward. Gloria had her hands on Diane’s hips to push and pull, and the sight of the determination on Gloria’s face as she fucked her, as the head of that dildo knocked against her own clit on the forward thrusts making gasps and moans come from both of their mouths, was driving me wild. A breath beside me caused my head to jerk around. GLORIA Oh, God! The feeling as the smaller end of the dildo slid inside me was sending me crazy. The smell of Diane, the feel of her skin and the pleasure of watching her get truly fucked was insane. I was insane. I wanted one thing more; to watch Justin’s cock slide into Diane’s mouth at the same time as I fucked her. I turned my face to call Justin over, but what I saw made me groan and slam my pelvis hard into Diane again and again. DIANE Fuck, fuck, fuck was all I could think of. Gloria fucking me hard, fast, her hand rubbing my clit and me growling like a monster at the orgasm not far away. It suddenly came rushing up when Gloria increased her pace, started slamming into me, my arms buckling and my head falling onto the table top. I was being pushed so close to the line of orgasm with each thrust, and I could feel my pussy start to clench onto the dildo, trying to keep it inside of me as Gloria pulled it back out and then slammed into me again. Again and again. When I looked back over my shoulder to Gloria, I saw her face turned to my window. But when I looked and saw Justin take Frank’s cock into his mouth, watched Justin swallow it whole, that 8” dick bulging his cheek and throat, watched Frank’s face change like it does when I know he’s about to come, I screamed hard and long, as Justin kept that cock buried down his throat, Frank’s hand went to Justin’s cock and stroked him once, twice and Justin’s head flew back, cum dripping from his mouth as strings of his own pearly cum flew up in the air. I heard Gloria scream “Fuck! Fuck!” and slam into me one last time and collapse on top of me as my world exploded. Gloria Ch. 02 GLORIA “Are you sure?” I asked. Justin looked most everywhere but at me. “The though of seeing you with someone else is pretty uncomfortable, but the thought of seeing you with another woman is, um, yeah. Um. So, yeah, I’m sure,” Justin said. Hardly erudite, but that's not why I love him. He’s been back in town for a week. These last two months had been crazy. Fantastic, but crazy, with me describing to him what I saw Diane do that night – I hadn’t the courage so far to tell him the whole truth - and for the week he’d been back in town we’d fucked and talked, but the talk was mostly about me and Diane. He finally came up with the proposal I wanted him to make. But was it right? “Look honey, I don’t need to do this. I love only you, and I want only you. I’ll only go through this if it’s what you want. Do you really, really want to see me and Diane get it on?” Justin looked away. He cleared his throat. “Yeah.” I smiled at him. There wasn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for him. “Justin? Do you – do you think, sometime, um-” “What?” “If, um, if I asked, would you do the same for me?” I couldn’t believe I’d finally said it. My face burned with embarrassment, but my eyes flicked up to his face. He looked slightly confused, so I guess that would have to wait until later. I kissed him deeply, squeezed his already swollen dick in his pants and made him catch his breath, and pushed him to the front door. At the window I waited until I could see him moving around next-door in the dim light of Diane’s living room, and then went and opened the back door. “Hi.” She smiled at me. “Hi.” JUSTIN It felt really weird sitting in the darkness, watching my wife walk into our living room holding Diane’s hand. I could tell they were both nervous, throwing the occasional glance my way when they remembered they were on display. I watched my wife stand in front of Diane, reach across and place her hand on Diane’s breast. I saw Diane’s face change as the pleasure overrode any remaining concerns she might have had. In seconds my hard cock was in my hand, pre-cum already leaking from the tip as I fisted myself slowly, but my eyes stayed locked on that other room. Diane lifted Gloria’s T-shirt off, the movement of her arms lifting her breasts higher for a moment, that moment stretched when Diane kept Gloria’s arms suspended and she lowered her lips to kiss the tops of her breasts, then take a nipple between her teeth and pull firmly. Jeezus! I watched my wife remove Diane’s shirt, button by button, revealing a slimmer, taller woman than Gloria, but I wouldn’t trade Gloria for the world. Gloria returned Diane’s favor by sucking her small high breasts until each nipple was standing clear like the flag on a mailbox. Oh man it was erotic to watch. Briefly they disappeared from view, returning with a table between them. I chuckled because it was clear now that Gloria had thought about this, even to the extent of figuring the best lines of sight. I relaxed further into the high backed chair, took a swig of the wine waiting beside me and decided to keep my hands off my cock. God knows how I was going to last, but I suspected it wouldn’t be very long. I was almost proved right when I watched Gloria strip Diane completely naked, standing on that table for me to see. She’d been right about the skin and tan lines on Diane’s body; they did seem to make her body glow. I thought I could see the shiver of pleasure that ran through Diane’s body when Gloria licked her thigh, and I definitely heard Gloria’s moan. She pulled Diane down onto the tabletop, and positioned her so that her pussy was aimed right at me – not more than 10 feet away, and I could see the moisture glistening on Diane’s pussy, but I stopped breathing when I saw Gloria’s tongue drill slowly between Diane’s lips. Oh what a sight it was. Gloria was now straddling Diane, and between their two bodies I could watch Diane’s mouth and tongue work on Gloria’s pussy, while I could also see Gloria’s face twist with pleasure whenever Diane hit her clit with her tongue. I had my cock back in my hand now – there was no way I could prevent it. It got harder when I watched Diane wrap a strap-on dildo around my wife’s waist, turn herself onto all fours and back onto that big plastic cock like she did it every day. I watched my wife start to fuck our neighbor, sliding the cock slowly into Diane, Diane’s head dropping and raising as the slid in and out, buckling her spine on each thrust forward. Gloria had her hands on Diane’s hips to push and pull, and the sight of the determination on Gloria’s face as she fucked her, as the head of that dildo knocked against her own clit on the forward thrusts making gasps and moans come from both of their mouths, was driving me wild. A noise beside me made me turn my head. GLORIA Oh, God! The feeling as the smaller end of the dildo slid inside me was sending me crazy. The smell of Diane, the feel of her skin and the pleasure of watching her get truly fucked was insane. I was insane. I wanted one thing more, I needed just one thing more to send me off; to watch Justin’s cock slide into Diane’s mouth at the same time as I fucked her. I turned my face to call Justin over, but what I saw made a fire race through my groin, made me groan and slam my pelvis hard into Diane again and again. DIANE Fuck, fuck, fuck was all I could think of. Gloria fucking me hard, fast, her hand rubbing my clit and me growling like a monster at the orgasm not far away. It suddenly came rushing up when Gloria increased her pace, started slamming into me, my arms buckling and my head falling onto the table top. I was being pushed so close to the line of orgasm with each thrust, and I could feel my pussy start to clench onto the dildo, trying to keep it inside of me as Gloria pulled it back out and then slammed into me again. Again and again. When I looked back over my shoulder to Gloria, I saw her face turned to my window. But when I looked and saw Justin take Frank’s cock into his mouth, watched Justin swallow it whole, that 8” dick bulging his cheek and throat, watched Frank’s face change like it does when I know he’s about to come, I screamed hard and long and felt my pussy tighten up like a knot, hanging onto the plastic cock. I watched as Justin kept that cock buried down his throat, Frank’s hand went to Justin’s cock and stroked him once, twice and Justin’s head flew back, cum dripping from his mouth as strings of his own cum flew up in the air. I heard Gloria scream “Fuck! Fuck!” and slam into me one last time and collapse on top of me as my world exploded. Gloria Ch. 02 Please read "Gloria" before reading part 2. This story will make more sense that way. I received several comments suggesting a part 2 to Gloria. This again based on actual people. Jason really did receive a letter several years after he and Gloria split. There is no sex in this story. Comments are requested and appreciated. A word about comments and then we get on with the story. I like to get comments on my stories. As with all authors, I'm something of an egomaniac and constructive suggestions and critiques are welcome as they will help me grow as an author Thanks for taking the time to read my story. ENJOY. * The return address on the letter transported me back in time. It read Gloria Sterling, St. Louis, Mo. I hadn't heard from the bitch for four years. What could she want? Why was she writing me? Hadn't she screwed with me enough back then? Four years ago Gloria and I had a "thing" for a few months. I was working in the college town where she was going to school and met her through a mutual friend. I had used this elaborate plan to get close to her but she knew exactly what I was doing and called me on it. That was how our relationship started. It ended after eight months, when Gloria's fiancée came to our apartment. I am Jason Raymond Russell and I'm now 28. At the time that Gloria and I met, I was 24. I had been a player with the ladies until I met her. Once I met her, no other woman could get or hold my interest. Gloria was heiress to the largest stock and pet food company in the country. Her father and uncle owned the company and she was the only heir to the fortune. That wasn't why I loved her. I didn't know about the money until near the end of our relationship. I thought we were in love and would be together for a long time. That idea was flushed down the tube when her fiancée showed up at our apartment. His name was John Sterling and he told me she had these little affairs all the time. When Gloria left me she told me that she did care for me, maybe even loved me. But she had to go home and do her duty and marry this Sterling guy. Now using hindsight, I think she just wanted a boy toy for as long as she could have one. I was that boy toy, at least one of them anyway. Her fiancé told me I was only one of three or four such guys. She had given me some going away presents. I had five or six expensive suits, a great watch, a year's lease on her luxury apartment and a year old Corvette. Pretty good pay for the time I spent with her. I would have rather had Gloria. Two years after we parted I saw the story and pictures of her marriage in the society page. Even after two years it had still bothered me. I hadn't quite gotten over her at that time. When Gloria left, I pulled into a shell. I ate, slept, went to work, and then went home to start the cycle all over. I wasn't a player anymore; I didn't have the heart for it. I wasn't having a lot of fun. The only time I went out was to a coffee bar once or twice a week. About three months after Gloria left me and went back home, I ran into a very pretty young lady, Donna Mason, at the coffee bar. I already knew her, Jim one of my co-workers, had introduced me to her and she had in turn introduced me to Gloria. Donna knew all about Gloria and I and that Gloria had dumped me. I hadn't really planned to do more than just nod at Donna. In a way I had used her to get close to Gloria and I wasn't proud of myself for doing so. "Hey Jason, how are you?" Donna surprised me with her greeting. "I haven't seen you around lately. Don't you like us anymore?" "Hello Donna, I guess I don't travel in the same circles anymore," I replied. "You know just because Gloria is gone, doesn't mean you can't come to the parties anymore. Jim and I, among others, miss you." "To be honest, I haven't felt like joining you guys. I'm still a little groggy over Gloria's leaving and I'm a little ashamed about the way I used you Donna." I have heard that confession is good for the soul, but I felt like crap telling her that. Donna smiled at me and said, "Don't worry about it, I don't. I knew why you wanted Jim to introduce us. Your eyes kept glancing at Gloria and I realized then that she was who you were after." When she finished, she laughed at the look on my face. "Come on you can buy the coffee and tell me all about what happened." After we got our coffee, Donna took my arm and sort of led me to a booth in the back. We spent more than an hour talking about Gloria and me. Somewhere during that discussion I started to come back to life. I begun to think I was going to "live" after all. As Donna was getting ready to go back to her dorm said to me, "I think Gloria made a big mistake in leaving you Jason. I also think you need to get your head out and go on with your life. Give me a call sometime." With that parting shot she left. She was right; I was acting like a little boy that lost his favorite toy and was pouting. It was time to grow up, straighten up, and get on with my life. I called Donna a few days later and we went for pizza and beer. It was a very enjoyable time. We began to see each other, more as friends than anything else. I can't pin point when the relationship changed from friends to something more, I just knew that it did. I was still living in Gloria's apartment as the lease had another 3 months before expiring. If I was ever going to get over her and get my head out, I needed to get a place of my own. Donna had invited me to her dorm several times, but refused to set foot in my place. I finally got it through my thick skull, why. I rented an apartment over the garage at an elderly lady's home. Maintenance around the house, such as painting and taking care of the yard was part of my rent. Donna helped to get my place comfortable and livable. In addition I sold the Corvette and got a Mustang. Out with all the baggage I had been carrying. Donna and I dated right up to her graduation, a period of nine months or so. We didn't run wild nor did we rip each other's clothes off and have wild monkey sex all the time. The intimacies we shared were special. The relationship grew and was not just about the sex. Our time together was more quality than quantity. But I was having a hard time fully committing to Donna and our relationship. Guess I was still hung up on Gloria. The night after her graduation, Donna brought it all to a head. "Jason I have been waiting for you to get over Gloria. I had hoped you would, but I can see that you are still thinking about her." I started to interrupt but she put up her hand. "No don't deny it. You are holding back and we both know why." She hesitated and then said,"I have accepted a good job in San Antonio and I'm moving there next week." "I thought you were going to work and live in St. Louis," I questioned her. "Then we could see each other on weekends and such." "I was going to do that, but I can't anymore. We can't and I won't continue like this. You are still thinking of Gloria half the time and I'm getting short changed in our relationship. I won't go on. If you ever get over Gloria come and see me." Donna left the next week and I didn't even get to see her to say good bye. There is an adage that says, "You don't know what you've lost until it's gone". I guess it's true, maybe that's why it's an adage. It didn't take long before I realized how much I cared for Donna. I didn't know if I was ready to love her, but I did know I missed her a lot. Three weeks after Donna moved I wrote a letter to her. In it I told her how much I missed her and hoped she was doing okay. Nothing much, just letting her know I was thinking of her. Instead of a return letter, I got a phone call. That was better than a letter. After that call we would talk on the phone two or three times a month and maybe write every month or so. I asked Donna a few times about coming to see her. Her answer was always the same, "Have you got your head back in the game yet? Until you can truthfully say yes, there is no need to see each other." Our calls continued for about two months and something new begun to happen. I would get her voice mail more frequently and have to leave a message. When and if she returned my call, I didn't mention her being out at night more. I didn't feel I had the right to question her. This continued for a month. Then I called Donna a little late on a Friday night, about 11:30. To be honest, I thought if I called at a later time I would get her and not the answering machine. I got the machine. The next morning I called her again at 7:00, I was becoming somewhat of a stalker I guess. A man answered the phone. "Oh, er er is Donna there?" I was a little shocked and wondered why a man answered her phone. Who is this guy? "Yeah, but she's still sleeping. If it's important I can wake her up or I can take a message." He was trying to be helpful, which just pissed me off even more. "No, no real message, just tell her Jason called and I won't bother her again." "You sure Jason? I can wake her up if you want me to. She needs to get up anyway. We have to shower and get dressed, because I have a plane to catch." He actually sounded like a nice guy. "No, it's not necessary. I don't think it would matter anyway. Thanks and good bye." I hung up. Real smart, jerk face, you should have just asked her to call. I guess I thought after my little tantrum Donna would call me back right away. It didn't work out that way. Two weeks went by with no call. I guess I'll have to face it, we are history. That's just great, absolutely great. First Gloria leaves me for dead and now I have lost Donna too. I know, losing Donna was my own fault but that doesn't make it hurt any less. Three weeks to the day after my last message to Donna, she called. It was 10:00 on Saturday morning and I was still in bed. The previous evening I had decided to see if I could still drink as much as I used to. I can't. My head was throbbing when I answered the phone. "What?" I yelled into the phone. "My, aren't we a ray of sunshine this morning?" Donna said laughing. "Are you okay Jason?" "Donna? Is that you? Why are you calling me?" "You don't have to bite my head off, you know. I haven't heard from you in over two weeks and I wanted to make sure everything was okay,' she told me. Oh hell I'm sorry. I guess I'm hung over, no wait I know I'm hung over. My head is pounding and my mouth tastes like old sweat socks." "Its okay, now why haven't you called?" "I did, about two weeks ago early on a Saturday morning. Your boyfriend answered the phone. I gave him a message for you," I answered. "I never got a message and I.......Wait my boyfriend? What do you mean my boyfriend? Donna sounded puzzled. "When was this again?" "It must have been on the 13th. The guy said you were still asleep, but he could wake you up. You and he had to take a shower and get him to the airport. I told him to tell you I had called." Since she hadn't gotten the message, I wasn't going to tell her about my little temper tantrum. "I'm so sorry Jason, I never got the message. That wasn't my boyfriend that was my stupid brother Bill. He has been staying with me for the last month. Wait until I get hold of him, I'll teach him not to give me messages." "Your brother?" My mood changed for the better. "Yeah, Bill was staying with me while he worked on a project here. He finished his work and went back home." Okay dummy, I thought to myself, now is the time to tell her how you feel. Enough of this friendship bullshit. You have nothing to lose but some phone calls that make you feel worse than you did before anyway. I had made a decision. "Donna I need to talk to you about something important. Have you got some time right now?" "Sounds serious, sure I have all day. Go ahead," she responded. So, I spilled my guts. I told her that I didn't know how much I cared for her until she left. I told her that I had my head on straight like she said. I told her that I could truthfully say that I didn't love Gloria. Finally I said, "Donna remember you telling me that you couldn't go on the way we were? Well that's where I'm at; I can't go on like this. If you don't want to be more than friends then let's stop the torture. At least it's torture to me. So what do you think?" Donna was quiet for a moment and then said, "I think you should come to San Antonio next week end." "I don't want to wait, I'm on my way. See you soon." I called my boss and arranged for some time off. I made the two hour drive to St. Louis and jumped a plane for San Antonio. Donna met me at the airport. "How did you know what flight I was on?" I was surprised that she was there. "A little research online. There are several flights from St. Louis but this was the first one. I was going to meet each plane until you showed up," Donna informed me. The next month was wonderful. I spent the weekends at Donnas' or she was my place. I found that I had moved on and was ready to commit fully to Donna. My company had a division in a suburb of San Antonio and I was able to transfer there. I moved in with Donna and life was good. There was some adjustment but the transition went smoothly. Donna and I were married and started our new life together. We had only been married a short time when I saw the pictures of Gloria's wedding. That was the only hint of a problem in our marriage and that was mostly in my mind. I didn't know if I should mention the story to Donna or should I keep quiet about it. If I said something would she think I still had feelings for Gloria and if I said nothing would she think I was trying to hide feelings for Gloria. I put down the Sunday paper and looked at Donna, she was making breakfast. Maybe I should defuse the situation and not let it develop into a problem. "Hey babe, here is a story about Gloria's wedding. I guess John Sterling finally got her to do the deed. About time he pulled in her reins." Donna looked at me with a little smile and said, "I know, I opened the paper to that story and left it for you." She almost laughed at the surprised look on my face. "I wanted to see how you handled it. You passed with flying colors by the way." Gloria and our relationship was never mentioned again. That is until I received that letter four years after she dumped me. As I said before, what does the bitch want? I opened the letter to see why the hell she was writing me. Especially after all this time. The letter was in Gloria's handwriting and read: Dear Jason, It's been a long time and I know you are wondering why I'm contacting you now, after all this time. The truth is that I couldn't take it anymore. Even though I fought the temptation for years, I finally had to contact you. When I left you I did so because I had too. If I hadn't gone home, my father would have quit paying the bills. After my father's ultimatum, delivered by John, I had to go home and grow up a little. I enjoyed my lifestyle too much to give the money up. I delayed the marriage for two years but at last decided to go ahead with it. Being married didn't change anything and I still live the way I want. I just have to be careful and discrete. John is my husband in name only, but he doesn't mind. As my husband he is ensured of a life of leisure. He also has his outside "interests" and is also very discrete. My problem is that I have never forgotten you, Jason. I told you when I left I really cared for you. That hasn't changed. Time has only made me regret my decision that day. I should have talked you into moving to St. Louis. We could have continued seeing each other on the side sort of. I will be in San Antonio next month for one week and thought we might have lunch or maybe dinner to rehash old times. I would love to take a ride in the Corvette with you. What do you think? Please let me know your decision before the 21st of next month. If we are going to meet, I will have to adjust my schedule. Hope to hear from you soon. Love, Gloria I was totally shocked. Also, I was totally pissed off. She had dropped me like a bad habit and now she wants to just waltz back into my life. I was right four years ago. She was a round heel bitch that just got caught by daddy. Not only no, but hell no. The only question was should I tell Donna. That evening Donna was about an hour late getting home. After dinner we sat out on our deck and I handed Gloria's letter to her. "What's this?" she asked me. "Look at the return address and then read the letter honey," I told her. Donna looked at the return address and read the letter. As she read, her face started to get red. Red as in anger, red as in I'm going to kick some one's ass, red as in are you going? She finished the letter and fixed me with her stare. She was pissed. "Hold on just a second," I ordered her. Donna was about to explode. "Now read this letter." The letter read: Dear Gloria, It was really nice to hear from you after all the years. I'm sorry but I sold the Corvette about six months after you left. Never mind that, it would be nice to see you. My wife, Donna, and I would love to join you for dinner and a few drinks. When you get into town, just give us a call and we will meet you. Our number is listed below. Thanks for thinking of us and hope to hear from you soon. Bye for now Your friends, Jason & Donna When Donna finished my letter, her face was still red. This time it was red because she was laughing so hard. Finally she quit laughing and leaned over to kiss me. "That is a great way to tell her to go to hell. Very devious lover. I'm proud of you. You did make one small mistake though," she informed me. "What was that?" I thought it was perfect. "I was late getting home tonight because I was at the doctor's." She paused until I motioned with my hand, come on. "If we did meet her I wouldn't be having any drinks with you guys." "Not that we are going to meet her, but why no drinking for you?" "Pregnant women shouldn't drink alcohol. It's not good for the baby." The rest of the evening was spent cuddling, discussing which bedroom to turn into a nursery, and name for babies. Strange, we never did get that phone call from Gloria. Quote: Life goes on