0 comments/ 12652 views/ 1 favorites Yesterday's Affair Ch. 02 By: JaneDoe31 I had been meeting him almost daily for months...not always for sex, but often. Our friendship had been changed by that afternoon in the van, the memory of my eagerness and willingness -- the raw lust -- still capable of making my heart pound faster. It was funny, really, the way it turned out. We had met online, on a day where I was overtired and needed to be sleeping but could not...I chose to chat, to bore myself to sleep. In my wanderings through the rooms, I got chatting with a man who could, in my zombie-state, make me laugh. When the conversation turned sexual, it was banter, it was flirtation, and that was all. ...until he asked if he could call me. Warily, I gave him my telephone number. He called and we chatted for a while, then I ended up having phone sex with him...that was really the beginning of this dangerous folly. We met for the first time the next day at a coffee shop, and we just really hit it off well, after the initial awkwardness and fear. It takes a lot of courage or stupidity to meet a stranger in real life after a phone bone the day before...I was undecided which I was until after the coffee. I chose the location, a part of town I did not know, thinking that he would then think I lived in the area, and that worked. But then, we found we liked each other's company. The conversation, the banter, the flirting...it was all so refreshing in my workaholic world. I looked forward to the time spent together. He was married though, like me, so had to be discreet. While my husband knew of our growing friendship, Steve did not want to meet him, and I respected that wish. My husband did not trust him, did not trust that his motivations were not sexual when our first meeting occurred after having phone sex. I stood my ground for months, enjoying the friendship. It remained at solely friendship until that fateful day at the beach. Oh, I knew he would have fucked me sooner, given the opportunity or option, but I was very clear on my intentions, my boundaries and my limits. He knew where he stood...yet he always hinted. I let it go as flirty banter, but knew he would jump if I ever took the banter seriously. And now I had fucked him, and allowed him to fuck me. Since then, our coffee adventures had become one lust-filled rendezvous after another. Not always did we have sex, more often than not, we did not. But there was always something to set our stomachs fluttering, and there was always the thrill of it. We would meet at the end of a dead end, or in a park and walk...talking, drinking coffee...kissing, fondling, often stripping down in one car or the other to consummate quickly before heading back to work. Eventually, it led to hotels as the weather cooled...and each time I registered, my cheeks flared with shame, knowing that the staff knew of our illicit liaisons. Then one day, he stopped at my office. He had never done that before, so I quickly grabbed my coat and met him outside. We had talked a great deal about our careers, since I was frustrated and looking for a change. He too, was frustrated with his business, tired of the politics and looking at options. But he had always respected and obeyed that emphasised rule...never -- never! -- visit me at work. As I settled into his car, he told me he had quit his job, and needed time to sort things out. I knew he had planned to quit...he was looking at opening his own business...and had talked to investors about it. I digested the shocking news quickly, and told him to get in touch when he could. With a brief kiss, I stepped from his car and returned to my office, watchful of my staff, ensuring that nobody had seen the kiss or the meeting in his car. Within two weeks, I had also quit, and then soon after, moved away. I never heard from him again. For years, I wondered... Eventually, fate had me back in the same city...so I looked him up. He had not changed his habits in the intervening years. He still played sports three nights a week, he was still in the same industry, with a business of his own. More than that, I hadn't a clue. But I was about to find out... I was dressed in tight blue jeans, with a hot pink tee-shirt and a black cardigan. The sleek leather boots I wore had 4 inch heels. A pink NHL cap, bearing the logo of my favourite team, covered my head and partially obscured my face, and a black leather jacket and gloves completed my look. My long blonde hair was tied in a pigtail, which hung from the ball cap and swayed as I walked briskly from my car to the main entrance to the arena. Inside, the stilettos' hurried click-click-click-click across the tiles drew the gaze of several hockey fans, hockey moms and hockey wives as I entered the arena rink side. I took off my coat, and settled onto the bleachers with a large takeout cup of hot chocolate in my hands. And I watched, waiting for the reaction when he saw me in the stands. He still skated well, played well. I had always enjoyed watching him skate. For such a big, cumbersome man, he was quite graceful on skates. With four minutes left in the second period, a tripping penalty was called, and he was sent to the box for two minutes. Stupid penalty, really...the lazy player's penalty, I used to tease. In the box, he watched the game, and as I stood to head out for the intermission, I saw him look towards me, saw the light of recognition flicker as he realised it was me. I smiled at him, turned, and continued my pace beside the ice and straight out of the building without looking back. Outside, I stopped to breathe in the chill air. Now what? Oh, I knew what I had planned, but could I do it? Did I even really want to? I paced the front walkway, lost in thought, then headed inside to grab another hot chocolate and to warm up. I'd made my decision. I had less than twenty minutes to prepare, really...and my nerves were getting to me. I barely watched the rest of the hockey game, so lost was I in planning the hour ahead. When the final buzzer drilled, I rushed out, ahead of the crowds pouring into the parking lot. I walked towards my car, parked right beside the sleek BMW. A quick check earlier had told me this was the right sedan...as usual, there were leather dress shoes, a small grooming kit, and a towel in the back seat. I sent two quick texts, then waited, leaning against the driver's door casually. My husband was the first to arrive. As he leaned in to kiss me, I turned him so he was against the BMW, then slid down the length of his body until my knees were just above the slushy snow. With my hands still in leather gloves, I undid his belt and jeans, silently pulling his cock free from the boxer-briefs beneath. I heard his sharp intake of breath when the cold hit, and quickly covered him with my mouth. I worked softly and slowly, knowing I had to wait and be patient for just a little longer. By the time Jennifer arrived, he was thick and hard... he was nearly needing release... I stopped sucking long enough to thank Jennifer for the favour. "No problem," she replied with a chuckle. "I think I could do these kinds of favours all the time!" Turning, she gave my husband Mike a soft, lingering kiss hello...then she walked to me; pressing me against the driver's door of Steve's precious, pretentious car...she started kissing me as I tucked my hand inside her coat, feeling her breasts beneath the smooth leather gloves. I knew we didn't have much time left, before Steve was done in the dressing room. He had always rushed out, and tonight would be no different. Jennifer wore thigh-high boots, accentuating her long legs, but aside from the long, black winter coat, she was naked, and we all knew it. As she leaned in to undo my jeans, pushing them to my thighs, my husband moved behind her, lifting the jacket, kneading her ass as she began to lick my body in the cold air. Her tongue slowly caressed me, leaving trails of cold across my thighs and stomach, teasing me. I was already squirming from the cold, and her lips had been nowhere near my pussy or clit... As Mike knelt to taste Jennifer, she became more aggressive with me, grasping my hips and thrusting her tongue against me. My husband's eyes met mine as he slid his cock into her, forcing a moan against my skin. I smiled, reassuringly. Holding her naked hips beneath the coat, he began to pump into her, rocking her head into my pelvis as she whimpered her pleasure against my clit. In the cold air, I could feel her long tresses brushing against my thigh with each thrust, cooling me, raising gooseflesh on my thighs. The cold steel against my naked ass was becoming less distracting as I began to build towards climax under her tongue's ministrations. Faster and harder, Mike pumped his cock into her, and faster and harder her tongue drew its circles against my clit. As she began to moan louder, I felt the sudden cold of her hand as her fingers sought my pussy, first one, then two entering me. My moans began then, as she matched the rhythm of my husband's fucking with her fingers inside me. Briefly, I was thankful that Steve always parked so far away from the rest of the players and audience, because I knew we were getting louder, and knew that the sound would travel in the crisp night air. My husband was getting close, I knew, from the growing grunts as he thrust his hips forward into Jennifer's pussy. Jennifer, too, was getting louder. She was in the mood for more, and I chuckled as she demanded that he slap her ass, play with her ass. Oh, he liked her for a reason! She was my opposite, and on nights like these, he had the best of both worlds, and had been enjoying these nights now for almost a year. As the night exploded with the echoed "smack" of his palm on her ass, she let out a yelp, begging him for more, harder. Her fingers worked furiously, pushing into me and withdrawing roughly, repeating intensely. She moved her mouth from my clit, ordering me to finger my clit, while looking over her shoulder to watch my husband pound harshly into her, slapping a cheek of her ass with each thrust, turning her pale skin a light shade of pink. I moved my hand down my body, finding my clit...moaning with pleasure at the touch. Jennifer reached behind her, moving Mike's hand to her ass. "Fuck my ass, Mike! Please! Now!" He began to finger her ass, spitting on it, sliding a finger in...then slowly pulling it back out. Jennifer wanted nothing to do with his care...she began to thrust her ass onto his hand, exciting him as he pulled his cock from her pussy, sliding it with ease to her wet ass. I watched in awe as he thrust his cock in swiftly, releasing a loud groan of pleasure. He grabbed her hips, as she thrust back and forth against him roughly, pushing him as deep into her ass as he would go. They began to fuck furiously, and I matched my rhythm on my clit to them as I enjoyed the show...I closed my eyes, tilted my head back to listen. As their mixed cries became louder, I knew that they would both cum shortly, and I opened my eyes to watch. As I brought my head level, I spotted Steve, standing quietly in front of my car, watching. I pretended I had not seen him, encouraging them both on with my words. Jennifer's moans were guttural as Mike told her he was close to cumming...asking where she wanted his cum. "On my face, fuck, I want you to cum all over my face so that I can taste you!" He chuckled, telling her he would only cum on her face if she came around his cock shoved into her ass...he bent into her, thrusting her into me, as his fingers found her clit. Quickly she came, talking dirty to him, directing him to fuck her ass, to treat her like a slut, to fuck her hard...then she collapsed to her knees before me, begging him for his cum on her face...He moved over her, aiming at her face, quickly stroking his cock. The cum shot forth, most landing on Jennifer's face, with one shot hitting Steve's car behind her. Still, Steve remained silent. Mike moved to Jennifer, gently lifting her to his kiss, tasting the cum off her lips, thanking her quietly. My hand slowly circled my clit as I watched the tenderness...and that is when Steve stepped forth between the cars. I felt a rush of fear, worrying that he would say something, admitting our old, secret relationship, but he did not. He cleared his throat, and excused himself for interrupting. My husband chuckled at the appreciative look on his face, asking if it was his car. Steve admitted that it was, as he moved closer, taking in my state of unsatisfied desire, and the glazed, pleased expressions on Jennifer and Mike's faces. His eyes searched mine as Mike apologised and offered to pay for the carwash. I averted my gaze, noticing the hard-on that Steve was sporting beneath his slacks. Steve declined, thanked Mike for the show, and joked that it really was his pleasure. As he got into his car, I removed my ass from it, stood, bending slightly to pull my thong and jeans to my waist, knowing I was baring my ass to him inside the car. I heard his window open, heard, as I turned my back and walked away, him joke with Mike about volunteering if he ever needed a wingman. Dressed, I walked around my car, getting in to start the ignition to warm it up, leaving Mike, Jennifer and Steve bantering while Steve's car also warmed up. I watched as Jennifer kissed Mike goodnight, and took her leave. Shortly thereafter, Steve pulled away and Mike got into the passenger side, telling me that the man had been interested in me, thought I was a hot wife, if I ever wanted him to join us for a night... He took the piece of paper with a phone number scribbled on it and placed it in the console between us. I didn't even look at it, knowing that it would be a number I once knew quite well. "No, thanks, Hun...I don't think he is really my type..." I left the arena's massive parking lot with a small smile of satisfaction and drove home. Yesterday's Affair Ch. 03 As a writer, I appreciate any and all feedback, as it helps me improve my abilities to entertain and capture the reader's erotic side...please vote and/or provide feedback! Thanks! Janie * That tiny scrap of paper with his telephone number on it tormented me all week, just sitting there in the console...but I refused to call it, refused to look at it, refused to acknowledge my temptation to call, my desire to call. It had me distracted at work, knowing that this small piece of paper sat out in the parking area, waiting. I caught myself twice, leaning against the window, staring at my car...daydreaming! "Lord, Janie, you are losing it," I thought to myself... "Snap out of it!" I mentally admonished. Pacing the expanse of my office between my desk and the shelves of leather-bound books that lined the walls, I allowed my thoughts to focus in on the memories... Steve had always known when I was arriving at any meeting destination from the music blaring...in the deserted spots we met, it had given him at least a minutes' notice before my car appeared every time. He used to laugh at my musical taste, ranging from the BeeGees to the Black Eyed Peas, and everything in between...and no matter what I played, it had to be loud. Often, I would squeal into my parking space, singing along to whatever song was playing at the top of my lungs. "You are gonna go deaf soon, kiddo," he'd warn me. I'd laugh it off, teasing that, at twenty-six, I was more concerned about him going deaf than me... "after all, you are an old man", I'd add as I'd lock my car and skip away down the trails, sticking my tongue out and winking as I looked back over my shoulder. One trail we'd often meet at was a hiking/cross-country ski trail that meandered its way through a pine forest, and that was a great trail on a hot summer day. It was always cool, and the breeze would sway gently through the tall pines. Another was along the river, but there were always more people there. I remembered my frustration with a grin. My favourite meeting place was on the edge of a "wildlife reserve", where we would always run into the gramps and grannies with their binoculars and cameras, hoping they would finally see whatever it was they came there searching for. We'd occasionally chuckle together, imagining these "old folks" capturing us in their binoculars, but were very careful to remain absolutely discreet...no way did we want pictures, or someone recognising one of us! It had happened once, where a man walking towards us recognised Steve...and as the man stopped him to talk, I continued past, allowing the man to think that we had just happened to be at the same place in the trail, as he stopped Steve to talk about his career and his fame. Eventually Steve caught up to me, but it was a lesson we never forgot. That was always the tough part. With both of us married, and both in successful-very public-yet unsatisfying careers that could be ruined by the scandal of an affair, it was horrifying to think of getting caught or "found out". People in our city knew our names and our faces...and there would be a lot of lives affected if it ever was discovered. My family, his, our spouses, our colleagues...both of us knew it would be the end of either career as well as the end of both marriages and families. That was why we met in such abandoned places, and always during the week in the daytime, when most people were stuck in their offices or cubicles. I smiled as I remembered climbing the apple tree in high heels and a skirt, with Steve below, watching and laughing at me, thinking I would fall...wondering aloud how in hell I could climb a tree with three inch heels, nevermind the skirt! Apple in hand, I had jumped back to the ground, continuing to walk, as I smugly bit the apple. "Youth helps," I had teased, "As does growing up a tomboy. You can dress me up, but you can't take the tomboy out of me!" I think that is what he had liked, my playful nature and teasing ways. I always bantered, was quick-witted and sarcastic, with a playful response to anything. I knew the stresses of our lives, and was glad that I was able to do that, to allow him those moments of playful relaxation. And, of course, if stresses were too much, there was always sex. One terrible week, I had packed up a mini-picnic, complete with a blanket. I carried it all in an oversized purse (nothing unusual there) as we walked down the road through the summer sun. I wore a sundress and flat sandals...and smiled at the memory of laying the blanket out, reclining with him, watching the clouds float past as we talked about life and what the hell each of us was doing. I rubbed his chest over the dress shirt as he talked, letting out all the frustrations he could not talk about with his wife. He did not want to stress her, so had not discussed his unhappiness in his career, or the likelihood of the upcoming changes. I was his sounding board at times, and at times, he was mine. But on this day, we took a risk. We were lying about thirty feet off the trail, amidst the tall grasses, when I began to stroke him through his pants as he talked. I felt him harden beneath my fingers, and reached my hand to grasp him through the material. He continued to talk as I pumped his cock slowly in my cupped hand. "Janie, we can't...we're in the middle of the park...it is too dangerous," Steve cautioned. "We could get caught." He groaned as he removed my hand...but then surprised me as he rolled so that he was on top of me. Breaking from his hard kiss, I teased, "I thought this was too dangerous? The birdwatchers could catch us!" He laughed then, realising the absurdity...and began to explore my body beneath him with his hands. In my recollection, it was a hot day, with the sun beating down...I remember feeling very sexual and sensual as his hands explored me in the open air, with the sun heating the flesh he was uncovering, and the breeze stirring the long grasses around us. He lifted my hips to remove the sundress, lifting it over my head, leaving me in only a sheer red bra and panty set, and my bright red, glittered flip-flop sandals. Those sandals. I laughed to myself in my office, and quickly returned to the memory. He had lingered over the exploration of my body, feeling the heat of the sun on the exposed flesh with his lips, then his fingers. With only a look to ensure it was okay, he slid the panties off and replaced them with his face, tasting me in the summer sunshine. My hands had reached for his head, raking my fingernails through his hair, across his scalp, as his tongue delved deeper. I relaxed back, intertwining my hands beneath my head to watch as his head began bobbing against my mound as he began to eat me in earnest. Getting wetter as I watched him, I sat up, reached beneath his arms, and playfully wrestled him beneath me, leaning in to kiss him deeply as I began to undress him slowly, button by button, groaning as I revealed only another layer beneath the burgundy dress shirt. I laughed then, teasing him for purposely frustrating my clumsy attempts to seduce at every step. It must have taken me at least ten minutes that day to get his chest bare, through the laughter and verbal jousting, finally exposing the dark hair on his chest to the sun above. My hands felt the softness of the hair, and as I leaned in to taste his skin, I inhaled the scent of him, feeling myself moistening further from it. I felt him harden beneath my pussy as the pleasure and contentment I was experiencing escaped in a soft moan onto his chest before my mouth found his skin. I had licked, kissed, nibbled and sucked my way down his body, moving against him and finally off of him as I enjoyed exploring the sensations of touch and smell...his scent, mingled with the smell of the grasses in the hot summer sun, the breeze bringing the smell of a mixture of wildflowers. It was all so fresh and clean, for being so dirty. When my chin was level with the waistline of his pants, I raised a leg over his chest, straddling him, feeling the softness of the hair on his expansive chest against my soaked pussy, knowing he would need to shower my scent from his body before going home. Smiling at the thought of him in the office catching random drifts of my scent all afternoon, I reached my hands to free his hard-on. I still had not removed my mouth from its exploration of his torso, so as I flexed to push his pants off, I followed the path with my tongue and body. Slowly, as I pushed them to his thighs, Steve sat up, bending his torso into my ass as he unclasped the bra across my back, removing it. As he slid my arms from the straps, he quietly said, "Janie, if you are going to undress me like that, I want to feel your breasts on me too." He quickly massaged my large breasts as he removed the bra, freeing them. I laughed as his eagerness, slapped at his hands, and told him to lie back down, to lie still and enjoy. As he complied, I moved my mouth back to him, following the pants to his knees with light kisses and licks. Since I knew he was watching-he always did-I ensured that he had a view of my pussy and ass, but also of my boobs, as they passed gently over his cock. He let out a soft moan, and I stopped, straddling his stomach as I looked over my shoulder to ask him if he was okay...but I could not hide the impish grin. He slapped my ass, telling me he was fine, ordering me to go back to it. Smiling, I obliged, returning my tits to his cock, my ass to the air, and my lips to his thigh. Slowly I undressed him, following the slacks with my mouth until I had reached his ankles. In this position, my pussy was suspended directly over his cock as it twitched up to me with impatience. Steve moved to slide into me, and I quickly told him not to, that he could only watch. I moved to his feet to remove his shoes, his socks, and his slacks and briefs...then I caressed my way back up his thighs, finally settling his cock between my wet cunt lips as I began to gyrate my hips, with my knees bent at ninety degrees, and my legs spread wide so he could see it all. As I gyrated, I could feel the wetness leaking onto him, coating the length of his cock. "Do you feel how wet, how ready I am?" I asked him. "Yes, fuck Janie, you are killing me here. I want to reach up, grab those very talented hips, and plunge into you. God, you are a fucking cocksucking tease!" I pushed my weight down onto his cock as I leaned forward to kiss him, whispering against his lips, "Yep, and you love every moment of it!" With a soft nibble on his bottom lip, I straightened back up, locking my gaze on his as I did so to ensure I saw his reaction as I smoothly slid his cock into me and began to slowly gyrate once more. I enjoyed watching his face as I rode him...watching his eyes move from my pussy, to my boobs, bouncing with the rhythm, to my lips and eyes, and back to his cock, stroking in and out of me, glistening in the sunshine. As I increased the pace and the intensity of my hips thrusting down onto his hard length, we suddenly heard voices! Panicked, I quickly moved off and beside Steve, lying flat on the blanket, hoping the voices we heard had not heard ours! In silence, we waited, unmoving, all lust and libido gone as the voices became louder, the people approaching...if it had been possible to crawl into the ground, we would have done so, so fearful were we. My heart raced, hoping we were far enough from the trail, far enough into the grasses, to obscure my nudity and his. As the two voices reached their closest and their loudest, Steve whispered harshly into my ear for me to remove my sandals. I did so quickly and quietly, but confused. When the voices had faded we dressed quickly gathered the blanket in silence. Out on the trail, more relaxed, I asked what the hell had been the fuss with my shoes. He laughed as he explained he could see the sunlight reflecting off of the sequins as we lie there silently in hiding, and was worried that one of the passersby would also see the sun sparkling off of them. He explained the scenario of them searching through the grass to find what treasure had shone so brightly in the sun, only to find us, naked and terrified. We both laughed at the thought, and let it drop...but those damn flip flops had him calling me Dorothy for months! And each time he did, it was followed by a teasing tongue stuck out in my direction. That damn tongue, I thought sarcastically as I looked back out the window, pausing in my pacing to consider the piece of paper tormenting me. Calling him would be a bad idea. I would hear his voice. I would listen to the low tone of his voice as he recalled his memory of the show the week before. He might even ask me why. And I was not sure I knew why. Was it to torment him? To show him what he had lost? Or was it because I wanted him fucking me again, and this was my way of letting him know that it was okay out in the open now? On the other hand, I might get an explanation of why I never heard from him...why he never looked me up...why he never called, and disappeared offline...and maybe that was all I wanted. I was happy in my life now. I had changed careers, loved my current position. My kids were older and independent, and my husband and I had been exploring our sexuality as a couple, openly, for almost the entire period since moving. I had fucked other men, I had arranged a threesome with two other women for my husband that I did not participate in, but listened to...I had done the threesomes with two men...I had tied and been tied, whipped and been whipped. And I had never found anyone as good as my husband, in all my sexual exploration... So why the hell was I thinking of Steve and the unknown possibilities there? 'What now?' I asked myself silently. Frustrated with myself, I closed the blinds on my car, and returned to my desk, hastily putting the matter out of my head and absorbing my brain with the work that awaited my attention. I worked productively for the rest of the day, and left the office feeling much better. As I completed the hour commute, I again laughed at myself for the level of volume on the radio as I caught myself singing along to Culture Club's Karma Chameleon on the radio. I reached to turn down the volume, chuckling slightly as I did over my aging ears, and my thumbs and fingers strumming on the steering wheel as I bopped slightly to the music. I needed to go dancing! I needed a night of nightclubs and dancing and relaxing and letting loose...and I could do that in my new career, whereas I never could before. I switched the radio, searching for the satellite station that played dance...Justin Beiber was playing, offending my ears, so I turned it back to the 80s station...silently bitching at the Canadian Content regulations...really, I could only take so much in a day! And Beiber was over my limit! I settled into A-Ha's Take on Me, Alice Cooper's Poison, and Bon Jovi's Livin' on a Prayer as I made my way home, rocking it out completely to the 80s tunes. I wondered, as I do on occasion, what I must look like to other drivers as I sing and dance my way home... Finally arriving home, I grabbed my briefcase from the backseat as I stepped from the car and into the house. I ignored the quick glance to the console as I exited my car, probably slamming the door a bit too harshly, thinking briefly that I really ought to just take the damn telephone number out and throw it in the recycling, solve the problem...I entered the house, stomping up the stairs to our bedroom, without realising my tread was so heavy until my husband appeared in the bedroom door with a glass of white wine, asking if I had a bad day. "No," I lied, "Just a long one." "Need to talk it out?" he asked. Momentarily, I thought of telling him my thoughts of calling "that man", but as I took off my suit and blouse, I kept the thought to myself. "No, I just need to relax a bit, I think. Thanks for the wine, Hun, I think I need it after this week!" "Anything in particular? Anything I can help with? Or do you want to leave it at the office?" I paused...did I want to leave it at the office? Ha! That was the last place I wanted to leave it...I wanted to leave it in the trash...but it was almost too enticing to just throw away. What I thought would be best would be to call him from my office, invite him for a coffee, and talk it out. If it ended poorly, no harm no foul...and I was thinking that if it went well, it may well be the best MFM I had ever participated in... "I think I just want to relax and take time to unwind, and maybe grab a game or show or something...wanna be my date, or do you have plans or work?" Settling into the routine of home, I shoved the memories and temptations aside for the night. Yesterday's Affair Ch. 04 That weekend, I searched through my cabinet of "things I want to hide in plain sight", looking for the transcripts of our first chats together. Finding them early on Sunday morning, while everyone was out of the house, I lay naked in bed while I read them. My hand roamed to my pelvis, seeking my clit as I read. As my finger rubbed tight circles against what was quickly becoming a hardened peak, I read through that first exchange. Yes. I had kept it. But it was my secret. It remained in my locked cabinet, which only I had access to. Perhaps it was reading the text, perhaps it was the wetness...I don't know. I dressed quickly, skidded through the snow across the front porch in my slippers and pyjamas, unlocking the car as I went. Swiftly opening the door and bending in, I opened the console and grabbed the piece of paper within. Slamming and locking the door as I turned away from the car, I rushed back inside. Naked in bed once more, armed with the paper and the conversation history, I grabbed a vibrator and held it against my clit as I closed my eyes and imagined the call. Horny as I was, I rolled across the bed to grab my phone, dialling the numbers before I lost my nerve. "Hello?" queried the male voice on the other end, and I felt faint; relief that it was not his wife answering, perhaps. I stumbled through a hello, not knowing what to say. "It's Janie. I don't know why I am calling you. I was just thinking about you..." I dropped into silence, waiting for his response. It was slow to come. After what felt an eternity, he stated, "Janie. It has been a long time. How are you doing? What are you doing now? Why are you calling me? Is this about the hockey game?" I said nothing, not having the words, as I imagined his shock at hearing my voice again. Was he glad I had called? The silence lingered, broken only by the breathing I could hear through the phone lines. "I don't think it is," I replied. "I just finally had the opportunity and nerve to call." "I'm glad you did. I have thought of you over the years...wondered...it was quite a surprise to see you and Mike both the other night. Why in hell would you do something so brazen??" I knew he was referring to the show I had put on with my husband and friend, and I smiled with the knowledge that he had known it was no mistake, no accident. He knew it had been a show solely for his...benefit? No. That was not the right word... It had been for his eyes only, but I had never intended it for his benefit. "I don't know, Steve. You know me, too impulsive for my own good sometimes." It sounded lame, even to my ears. I changed the subject. "So you are still playing hockey, I see?" Stupid question! I berated myself. Since when did professional hockey players quit? Unless you counted "Battle of the Blades", most hockey players I knew never quit, and played right through their retirement. Sure, the leagues got smaller and the egos got larger...but they never quit. "Yup, still playing," Steve replied. His casual nature began to put me at ease as he asked what I was up to. "Where's the family?" "They are at the pool. Sunday is swim day here still," I explained. It had always been swim day, and I guess I was, in that way, just as predictable as he. "How about you? Sunday still the day you escape to the stores?" I asked, knowing the answer. "Yeah, it is. I am at the mall now, then heading for groceries after." He sounded tired. Or wary. He volunteered nothing. "About the other night...." I began. At the same time, he had started to say, "You really shocked me the other...." I halted my speech. "Go on," I urged. "Well, you shocked me. That is what I was saying. I am not used to women's asses pressed against my car." I laughed. "No, not unless you are involved, at least. My very naked ass has been against your car before, if you recall..." I could hear the grin as he teased that I was the "same ol' Janie". Only, I wasn't. I did not tell him that, but thought quickly how much had changed over the years...certainly I had changed quite a bit! So had Mike! Turning away from my thoughts, I asked, "Where are you shopping? Any time for a quick coffee?" His reply told me he was only a few minutes away. I gave him my address, telling him the coffee was on. Before I could change my mind, I disconnected. I knew he would be at least ten minutes, and knew I had two hours before the family returned home. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling while my fingers distractedly rubbed against my clit. It was less than ten minutes when the doorbell rang. It seemed it had been no time at all! I hurriedly pushed my arms into a terrycloth robe, and hurried to the door, fastening the belt as I descended the stairs. I quickly threw my vibrator into the laundry basket in the closet, and closed the bedroom door behind me. I opened the front door to see Steve standing there awkwardly. I went through the motions of inviting him in and pouring coffee, but could not tell you what I said, what we discussed...I was in a fog. I led him to the sitting room, moving to tuck my legs beneath me as I sipped on my coffee and he sat beside me. "So, where do you start?" he asked. "I beg your pardon?!" I retorted incredulously. "Where do I start? How about you start? Last I knew, you were quitting your job, going solo, and would call me when you could." "Yeah, and last I knew, you were managing the chain. But when I went back, you were gone. I was told you had moved out of the city." "But you never called," I said solemnly. "No. I figured you had moved. I thought if you wanted me to know that, you would have told me, but you hadn't even mentioned it to me. You were buying a house closer to work, was the last I heard." As he said this, his hand grasped my thigh, rubbing soothingly. "We were. But we found one better, farther away. I was still in the city. I just transferred departments and locations. I worked downtown," I explained. "I kept waiting for you to call." As I spoke, I watched his hand slide beneath my robe, still lightly stroking my thigh. "You never called. I kept the same cell number, even though it meant carrying two cells-one personal and one for work...and you never called." I have never been one for tears, and that remained true now. Oh, I had been hurt by his stark abandonment, but years later, I was no longer hurting. It had all, over the years, become anger at his insensitivity and lack of caring. He turned to face me, sliding his hand further up my thigh, exploring, reaching. As our eyes locked, I let his fingertips explore me, slowly moving to my panty line, only to discover my lack of panties. He found a slippery wetness instead as his fingers splayed across the smoothness of my skin to search and probe. My gaze held his as I allowed this, reaching out towards his groin, stroking his pants and finding him hard beneath as he quickly moved my robe aside with his hand before moving his lips to my breast. My hand moved to grasp his hair firmly, pressing his head against me, encouraging him as my legs spread for his furious exploration of the wetness at my core. An involuntary moan escaped my lips as he matched his fingers' rhythm with his mouth, sucking my tit into his mouth, biting gently. When he lifted his head to look at me, his eyes were intense with desire, and it was an old, familiar look I knew well. I grabbed his hand from my crotch, guiding his fingers to his mouth as I moved from the sofa. I led him up the stairs to my bedroom, and had him sit on the bed. Quickly, I unzipped his pants, worked the button through the button hole, and dragged the pants from his waist to his knees. I chuckled seeing the briefs...some things rarely changed, and the outline of his turgid cock beneath his "tightie whities" was proof of that. I still enjoyed how easily I turned him on I thought as I knelt to the floor between his legs. As I dragged the briefs from his waist, releasing his hard cock, my temptation was to simply crawl on and fuck him, as I had done so many times in the past. But another part of me took over, wanting to go slow, to tease and torment. My lips found the head of his cock, and brushed against the smoothness of his skin, dragging an audible exhalation from him at the contact. My tongue remained in my mouth, lips pressed together tightly as I moved up and down the length of him. After a few strokes with my lips firmly pressing against him, I opened my mouth slightly, allowing the hot breath to whisper against his cock. As I looked up, past his stomach and hairy chest to his face, I saw him watching me intently. "Relax," I soothed, "I still don't bite-hard." I finished the sentence with my tongue sticking out teasingly as I bent my head back to concentrate on his groin, this time, leaving my tongue out. Swiftly, my tongue licked up and down his shaft before guiding the head of his thickness into my mouth, pressing it into my throat as I buried my nose into the hair at the base of his cock, inhaling his scent. Within moments, I had him wet, and was finding myself just as turned on as he seemed to be. When I again stopped for a moment, he reached down to my arms, pulling me onto the bed and onto him. I crawled up the bed, meeting him for a passionate kiss as I settled my wetness against his smooth, hard skin. As we kissed, he manoeuvred himself into my depth with a few hip rotations. I accepted his presence in me, and gave up control, letting him take the lead. He began to thrust his hips up into me, pressing his cock deep within. As he did so, his fingers sought my clit between our bodies. He rolled over still deep within me. He finger worked my clit in circles, with his rhythmic thrust adding punctuation at regular intervals. His free hand sought the back of my head and locked his fingers into my hair, forcing our mouths together. His tongue explored every corner of my mouth, rediscovering territory it used to know so well. The sensation of his chest against my tits was causing my nipples to become even more erect and sensitive. They ached to be bit, to be pulled. I wanted him to consume me to enter every part of me as deeply as humanly possible. This wasn't enough... He sensed my longing, my need (not that I was trying very hard to conceal it), and he did something he had never done. He stopped. Utterly and completely. He didn't pull out, he just stopped moving and looked at me. I couldn't take it, I was too far gone for games or any semblance of self control. I then did something that I had never done with anyone; I begged... "Oh God Steve, you can't stop now!" I pleaded! "Please, keep going! I need you to fuck me." As he rolled himself to a position beneath me, he joked "I have no intention of stopping Janie, you should know me better than that". With a lustful smile he dared, "Ride the fuck out of me like you used to. Grind that pussy against me. I want to see the convulsions go through your body when you cum! I want you looking at me."