28 comments/ 321298 views/ 42 favorites Misunderstanding By: jack30341 The writer would appreciate any and all feedback. Bobby came home from classes and went upstairs to lay on his bed and think. He was taking a couple of classes from the local junior college and trying to lay low for a semester, since he'd almost flunked out the university last semester. Partying came too easy for him, so here he was at home for a while. Bobby lay on his bed and looked up at the ceiling, thinking about Janna. She was so cool and fun to be around, not to mention hot. She wound-up being in one of his classes, and they'd immediately hit it off. It'd been years since he'd seen her, and he almost didn't realize it was her. She had certainly grown-up from the little girl he'd run around with ten years before when they were children. The only problem was that all he could think about was getting her alone, and yet... she was his cousin. As he was laying there thinking about his dilemma, he heard the front door open and close downstairs. "Bobby?" his Mom called out, getting home from work. "Upstairs," he replied, sitting up on the edge of the bed. He heard her coming up the stairs, and quickly wondered if he should dare bounce the idea of his feelings for Janna off his Mom. She'd been very cool lately and seemed relaxed and open around him. His dad was gone alot for work, like tonight, and his sister was away at school herself. So it left them on their own alot lately. "Hey sport," she smiled, looking at him from the doorway to his bedroom. "Hey," he said, "how was your day?" "Fine, just glad it's over. You?" "Good, really. Just torn about something." "Come talk to me about it," she said, nodding her head back to his parents' bedroom. He followed her there and sat on the bed, still unsure about how much to let on about his situation. She was still in her business clothes, and she went to stand in front of the mirror to take her hair down. Bobby couldn't help but notice the snug fit of her skirt to her ass, reminding him that, though his mother, she was still a very attractive woman who kept her body fit. "So, what's going on with you?" She asked and shook her hair loose, letting it fall to her shoulders. The blond hair framed her face in the mirror's reflection as she took off some jewelry. "Well..." "It's a girl, isn't it?" she guessed as she turned to him with a knowing smile on her face. "Yeah," he smiled back to her and watched as she took her heels off. "Let's see," she guessed, "it's some real cutie who just somehow hasn't come around yet, am I right?" "Actually, she's a cutie who seems to be coming around." "Really?" she sounded surprised. "Well then, what's the problem? The last couple of steps?" She slowly let this last part be said, as if they both were in on what she really meant. She grinned at him with her hands on her hips, enjoying this. "No, not the last 'couple of steps.' You should have more faith in me than that." He teased back. "Oh, I should should I?" she seemed to slightly blush and she untucked her blouse from her skirt. She then sat next to him on the bed. "Okay Bobby, then what's the problem. I mean, she's attractive, you're interested, she's coming around, is it just a matter of time?" She now seemed truly interested in trying to help him out and give him some good advice. "Well, it's not your usual situation, you know? And ... well, she and I get along so good I don't want to mess it up." She was pleased that he was so sensitive and it reminded her how well Bobby and she had gotten along lately. With him at home more, it seemed the both of them appreciated each other more and felt a closeness that she really liked. "Bobby, I don't see how you can mess it up if you do care about her, and she seems to care about you. I'm sure she'll be flattered a guy like you is interested." She liked complimenting him and she could tell he liked it, too. They were sitting side by side on the bed and Bobby was looking down at his feet, and occasionally looking up at her, now seeming to get shy about it. "Mom, that's very sweet, but I still don't know." She leaned closer to him and he smelled her perfume. "What's not to know, sweetheart? Tell me." He looked ahead and struggled some. "Well, it's the kind of situation where I may be way out of line coming on to her," he tried to explain and looked to her. "Bobby, is she married? Is that it?" "She's not someone I'm supposed to have that kind of attraction to," he looked to her when he said this with an intense look, not really answering her question, but still telling her that the move by him would be considered forbidden. She was momentarily thrown off by his answer. He seemed very shy about this, yet he seemed to really want to tell her. Suddenly, a thought hit her that stopped her completely. She was reminded of her thought about how she and Bobby herself had gotten along better, and she paused, thinking he couldn't mean what she was thinking. A "someone" he's not supposed to be attracted to, they had been getting along better, and he was trying to open up with something he couldn't come out and tell her. Surely, she was wrong, but inside she was strangely excited at this. Her thoughts blurred with this strange excitement, and she felt a playfulness. "Bobby, do you think this woman has similar feelings?" He looked at her and thought. "You know, I just don't know," he answered. "Well, you have to look for clues," she told him. "Clues?" "Clues. Signs. For example, does she like to touch you?" And with that, she put her hand on Bobby's leg, and stroked short lines up and down his leg above his knee. She then moved her hand to his shoulder and gently rubbed back and forth across his shoulders. Bobby was caught up in the warm and sensual feel of her touch and how things had suddenly seemed to change with her. And with him. He liked her touching him and he could feel himself get aroused at the closeness and the directness of her. "Well, I think she likes to touch and she feels comfortable with me," he said, not wanting her to stop her actions with him. "Another sign is if she doesn't mind getting really close to you," she said, and she made her point by scooting a little closer to him, which made their faces close. "Do you know what I mean?" She said in almost a whisper and a smile that he was mesmerized by. For several moments, they looked at each other and they both felt like something was about to happen, their eyes not leaving one another. She made herself stand. She took slow steps away from him and toward the dresser. As she moved he could tell her hands were moving to the buttons on the front of her blouse. As the hands went to each button, he listened to her talk again. "Ultimately, it's up to you, Bobby. Isn't it? I mean, won't you ultimately have to make the move to her?" She was now standing in front of the dresser with her back to him, and while he couldn't see her front completely, he saw enough to know that the blouse was completely unbuttoned and the white bra stretched with her cleavage was reflecting in the mirror. "Bobby, what signs would you give her? To let her know how you felt?" she asked still facing the mirror. Bobby got to his feet and walked up behind her. They looked at each other in the reflection of the mirror. He took another step closer so that he was standing right behind her and he could tell she was breathing hard. He was fascinated that this was happening and that he was having an effect on her. He reached his hands to the skin of her shoulders and began gently but firmly rubbing her shoulders, letting his hands get to her neck and then coming back down into her blouse. Her shoulders slumped slightly into his touch and back. This caused her blouse to spread further apart and now the tops of her ample breasts were plainly visible as were the cups of her bra. Bobby slipped her blouse down her arms and let it fall to the floor. He let his hands trace on down her arms till they gripped her hands and they squeezed each other's hands. He moved his hands to her zipper at the back of her skirt and unfastened her skirt, and when he did, she did something he didn't expect. Her right hand moved behind her to his crotch and gripped the hardness that was protruding there. He pushed into her grip. He released her skirt and it too fell to the carpet. There she was standing before him wearing only her bra and her skimpy white panties that formed a V-shape at her crotch. He pulled his shirt off, and he went to lower his jeans, as she closed her eyes and tried to gather herself, struggling to get rational about what was happening. Her eyes opened wide immediately when she felt his hard cock press against the bare ass exposed by her panties as he hugged her from behind. "Bobby... ." He was naked and pressed to her back and she leaned back on him as his hands pulled her bra down. She looked at their refection there in the mirror as he unclasped the bra to take it on off. They both looked at her breasts jut forward, full and hanging some. The pinkish-brown large nipples were extended and pointed, and she gasped when he brought his hands to them and caressed them, gently squeezing and pulling on them. They both watched the mirror to see his hands move down her stomach toward the white strip of panties that covered her there. "Bobby, no... ." She faintly said. His hand stopped poised right at the panties' top with the tips of his fingers underneath the elastic band. He looked into her eyes in the mirror. She looked back to him and responded by raising her arms to put her hands back into his hair. He moved his hand into her crotch fully and let his middle finger slip into her and she grunted loudly. She was very wet and felt warm as he pushed his finger further and pressed his palm against her mound. She bucked against his hand and made a crying sound as she started humping against his hand. "Yeaaahhh," she urged him. After a few strokes, she seemed to change her mind, and quickly pulled his hand from her. He took a step back, unsure. She pushed a chair to her left away from them, and then moved her legs further apart, looking again to him in the mirror. "C'mon," she raised her voice at him and then immediately bent over leaving her ass up and directly in front of him. He gripped his cock, which had never been harder, and traced its head against her lips there. He traced it up and down her there, brushing her folds. "Bobby!" She yelled. "Fuck me." He pushed inside her about halfway and she again grunted. Then without letting her get adjusted he pushed deep and fully inside her , her arms sliding with her torso across the dresser top as she sceamed. He pulled back but not completely out of her and bfore he could move again she slammed back at him this time causing him to yell. With that, they started moving against each other, easily finding a rhythm back and forth---her pushing back when he thrust forward. He loved the way she moved and got so into it, and she loved how he felt inside her and the way he pushed up inside her. The sound of flesh slapping flesh was soon was drowned out by their both moaning to their pumping. She started her's first, starting to shake and getting louder. "Ooooo, yyeeesss... ." She started a louder groan that he joined with one of his own, as he felt himself start to let go inside her. "Yes, yes, yes," she could feel him. "Aaaahhhhh," he yelled as he came, holding himself against her and fully into her. They stayed like that for moments, joined at their sex and pushed to each other. When she moved slightly forward, he eased back and felt his wet and limp cock slip out of her. She had had her head looking down to the dresser top, since he'd come. Now, as he was still behind her and she was still bent over, he watched her head face up into the mirror at him. She looked him in the eye and gave him the most mischievous grin. Misunderstanding Jim smiled across the bed at Marilyn. "We should not be doing this!" Marilyn asserted. "I know, but I don't want to stop." "Me neither!" Marilyn added softly. Marilyn shook her head. Her long, coal black hair covered most of her face. "What would our spouses think if they knew?" she said as she stretched her long slender body out onto the bed. "I don't know, but what they don't know won't hurt them," Jim said lustily. "Or us!" he added. Marilyn lay down on the bed, he huge tits standing firm and ridged from her chest. She spread her legs and put her feet flat on the bed, offering him a clear view of her jet-black hair covered pussy. "Fuck me!" she said flatly. Jim smiled as released his pants and let them fall to the floor. His thick, long cock protruded from the cotton under shorts menacingly. "You are huge. Please hurry and put that monster where it belongs." Jim slipped between her legs. His cock brushed the dark triangle of her hidden pussy. "Please hurry. I cannot wait for you to fill me with your manhood!" She groaned in pleasure when his cock head slipped into her. Their bodies slammed together. She screamed in delight as they fucked. Her screams echoed in the room as they continued to fuck in and out, with complete abandon. The slapping of his balls against her bare ass reverberated loudly when he fucked her hard and fast. She locked her legs around his bare body and trembled her first orgasm. He smiled down at her. He began to fuck her slowly, driving each thrust deep inside of her soft, hot cunt until he exploded into the velvety inner body of her demanding cunt. She groaned loudly when she felt his hot cum spew into her, filling her with his sperm. She smiled up at him. "That is so good!" she exclaimed. "Yes!" he said. He began to fuck her again, this time with long, slow thrusts. Her body quaked under him. "What a wonderful feeling! Don't ever stop fucking me," she said trembling under his deliberate fucking. Jim watched between them as he pushed his thick cock in. Her cunt lips disappeared only to reappear when he withdrew. She began to raise her ass from the bed to meet his long thrusts, shouting her excitement when he came again, filling her cunt to overflowing. They began to sweat. The drops of their excitement wet the bed on which they continued to fuck. Again, she locked her legs around him and pulled him deep inside of her hot cunt. Her body shook the bed. Her huge tits slapped against his hairy chest. "Awgggg!" she shouted as she had the hardest orgasm of her life. Jim felt another load boiling in his balls. He grunted loudly as it ripped down the length of his cock and shot deep inside of her lovely body. They began to fuck again, Marilyn meeting him in the air as he continued to drive his thick cock deep inside of her. Their bodies rose and fell. Marilyn talked unintelligibly. Jim continued to fuck her until she groaned another orgasm. They were fucking in a sea of sweat and cum when he began to slow and gently pull his cock from her red, hot cunt lips. She felt his cock slip from her body. "What a wonderful fuck!" she said unabashed. They rolled from the soaked bed. Jim smiled at her as they dressed. "I guess that will teach our spouses to cheat on us!" Marilyn laughed. "I am so glad that we evened the score, so to speak," she said with a giggle. "Any time you want to fuck again, just let me know!" Jim laughed. "Just give me a few moments to rest," he said with a grin. They walked hand in hand down the hall and into the family room where their spouses were watching TV. "What are you so happy about," Dawn, Jim's wife, asked offhandedly, brushing her long, blonde hair from her face. "They look as if they just finished a marathon run," Sam, Marilyn's husband, said without taking his eyes from the TV. "We just about did," Marilyn said, winking at Jim. "We just finished a marathon fuck," Jim said flatly. Sam looked up from the TV. "Yea! And I just screwed Marilyn Monroe," he quipped. Jim and Marilyn laughed. Dawn chuckled softly. The movie they were watching was the "Seven Year Itch," staring Marilyn Monroe. "I suppose next, you will think we believed you when you said you had a marathon fuck," she said grinning. "NO!" Jim and Marilyn said in unison. The four watched the finish of the movie. "Now, really. What were you two doing during the movie," Sam asked again. "You would not believe us if we told you," Jim and Marilyn said with a grin. Chapter 2--The reason for "getting even." It had all started when Jim and Dawn were discussing Sam being such a good neighbor. Sam had helped them rebuild the garage door that Dawn had carelessly backed into. "We ought to pay him something for his work," Dawn had said. "Fuck him. Give him ten bucks," Jim had said flippantly. It was only a few days later, when Jim came home from work and noticed Sam's tools on the front step. Jim entered the house and shouted for Dawn. "In here!" came her reply from the bedroom Jim stopped short at the door of the bedroom. Dawn waved from the bed. She smiled and returned to what she was doing. Jim gasped at the sight before him. Sam was fucking Dawn with long, hard thrusts. He was between her outspread legs, his bare ass bobbing up and down like a jackhammer. Dawn was grunting and groaning with each stroke. "Oh yessss," she hissed as Sam pummeled into her rapidly. The fact that Jim had caught them fucking seemed to be mundane. They continued to fuck and both were shouting and groaning their excitement. "Oh yes! That feels so good, "Dawn said breathlessly. "Don't stop!" "I'm cumming," Sam shouted. His stokes becoming labored and slower. Dawn wrapped her long legs around him and held him in her. "Wait for me!" she begged as he slowed. His cock slipped in and out of her blonde covered pussy. Jim watched his wife being fucked with disbelief. Sam was ramming his cock in and out of Jim's wife, seemingly unconcerned that Jim was watching. Dawn smiled at her husband and groaned. "I am Cumming too!" she shouted. Jim stood in the doorway, stunned at the sight and the evident lack of concern from the two being caught fucking each other. He was dumbfounded as Sam nonchalantly rolled from Dawn, his cock dripping from the orgasm that had just shook him. Dawn smiled at Jim. "Thank you Jim!" she said. "I really enjoyed it." Jim stood in stunned silence as Sam cleaned his cock with the bed sheet and quickly dressed. "Thanks for suggesting this," he said as he passed Jim on the way out. "You are a great friend!" Sam shouted over his shoulder. Jim shook his head in disbelief. "What in hell is going on?" Jim asked Dawn while she slowly pulled her clothes on, her pussy dripping mingled cum. Dawn smiled. "I was just giving him his payment for helping with the garage door," she said matter of factly. Jim shook his head in disbelief. "You are fucking him for his pay?" he asked uncertainly. "It was your Idea," Dawn replied. "What?" "When I asked you what I should give him for helping, you said quite plainly, fuck him, give him ten fucks." Jim could not help but laugh. "I said, fuck him, as an emphatic remark. Give him ten bucks, as in dollars." "Oops!" Dawn said. "But I still owe him seven fucks!" "You have already fucked him three times?" Jim asked. "Yes," she replied with a huge smile. "And we have enjoyed every one of them. Thank you for suggesting it." Jim shook his head in disbelief. "Either she still misunderstood or she just enjoys his cock," Jim thought. "Since this is your idea, I hope you would not mind if I give him the same thing for fixing the front screen door!" Marla said with a smile. "What about his wife?" Jim asked indignantly. "Fuck her!" ----Suddenly Dawn understood what Jim had explained. "I guess I could give him ten dollars besides fucking him," she admitted, smiling at her thoughts. Jim doubled up in laughter. What could a man say? When Jim informed Marilyn of the whole misunderstanding, they decided that getting even was the best solution. Ultimately they believed that they had gotten the best deal in the long run, but then that is in the eye of the beholder. Misunderstanding I don't understand women. I know. Guys all say that, but I really mean it. Just wait until you hear my story. I had a mother and a sister and I've had a girlfriend most of the time since 9th grade. As far as I can tell, nothing you learn about one woman teaches you anything about any other woman. Not only that, but figuring out how one woman thinks doesn't mean she's going to continue thinking that way. Case in point: My wife and I dated off and on for three years in college. All that time she acted as if getting married had never entered her mind. Two summers in a row, she left me completely and took jobs in distant states. Sometimes I wasn't even sure she wanted to continue dating. Then we were college seniors and dating again. Everything was fine until Christmas day when I went by to see how she liked the ski jacket I scrimped and saved to buy her. I thought her thanks were lukewarm. No, she was downright cold. I was baffled. She was certainly going to need the jacket when we went skiing in January! I waited all night for Janet to tell me why she acting so cold. Finally it came out. She was expecting an engagement ring for Christmas! Say WHAT! That was the first time either of us had mentioned marriage. I guess the thought had crossed my mind, but I figured there was plenty of time to get serious after I graduated and got my first job. All of a sudden, Janet had other ideas. All of a sudden she wanted to know how I felt and if we "had a future together." I stewed over it for a couple of weeks, but it made more and more sense to me. So I proposed and we got married in September after I graduated and started working for a big company. Twelve months later I was a father for the first time and the years just flew by. Now Janet and I are in our early 40s and our two boys are in college. After a few years of working on routine little parts of big corporate projects, I started designing things at home to stave off boredom. I came up with several impractical gadgets before I thought up a process to streamline the manufacture of certain drugs. By then my company had lost its biggest client in drug manufacturing. They weren't interested in my process, so I quit to develop the idea on my own. It was three long, lean years before I refined, prototyped and sold my idea. After that, the money came in a steadily increasing stream. We could have traveled and played golf the rest of our lives. Instead I worked mornings at home, designing and consulting, and spent the afternoons with Janet and the kids. I coached the kids' teams, volunteered at their schools, led them in Scouts; the works. It was a great life until our second boy left for college and I began to find time dragging. The afternoons were especially slow. I still did some volunteering at the neighborhood school, but it's different when your own kids are gone. Janet made a number of puzzling sharp turns in our first years together. She graduated with a teaching degree, then decided not to teach. She worked at several jobs while I was getting my manufacturing process off the ground. When the money started rolling in, she stayed home until the boys were in high school. Then she went back for her masters in education, but switched to exercise physiology. Then Janet decided we should have another baby. We tried for a long time the old-fashioned way, then tried several kinds of medical intervention. Nothing worked. Finally, during our third complete physical evaluation, the doctors discovered a problem with Janet. Treatment failed and she had a hysterectomy. She was sad about that for long time. Janet then started on a second master's, but quit after six months. She threw herself into the boys' lives, with mixed results. Finally she began volunteering at a battered women's shelter. Therapy, she called it. Before long, Safehouse became her life and her passion. She spent most of the daylight hours there, doing everything from clerical work to tutoring and leading exercise classes. There was a big change in Janet after we married. From seeming very casual while we were dating, she was suddenly the stereotype of a jealous woman. Janet wanted to know everything about the women in my office. And I invited angry questions and a full day of sulking if I thoughtlessly complimented one. If I was half an hour late coming home from work, she accused me of being at a motel with some "slut." She hovered at my elbow at parties, and glared icicles at any woman who dared to get flirty. I like to look at women, but Janet never had anything to fear. She was always willing and generous in bed, and she had the kind of beauty and curvy body that make men slow down and watch as she goes by. I've always loved digging my fingers into her curly brunette mop while we make love. She's all I could wish for in a wife, aside from her over-the-top jealousy. I chafed at the restrictions, but gradually learned to reassure Janet and keep her jealousy in the background. She seemed to mellow over the years, but could still begin simmering at an innocent remark. Then one long summer my world went gradually, but completely, upside down. It started some time before when the sweet, elderly Appletons next door decided to sell their house and move to a smaller place. The new owners are Curtis and Kathleen, a married couple in their late 20s. As much as we miss our old neighbors, Curtis and Kathleen are a lot more active and engaging. They immediately began redecorating and upgrading the house and working on the neglected yard. Interestingly, they are both engineers. Neither is in my field, but we quickly found lots in common. They both worked for a big national firm, but a year after they moved next door Kathleen quit to do contract work from home. Curtis is a thin, mild-mannered guy with a soft handshake and perfect manners. He's good-looking, pale and seems to lack energy. He languidly tends their roses, while Kathleen strides purposefully back and forth pushing the lawn mower. Curtis holds the ladder while Kathleen cleans out the rain gutters. Kathleen is average in height, weight and build so she doesn't turn many heads, but she is certainly pretty in a quiet way. Her light blonde hair is straight, shoulder length and always clean. Her breasts are small, but she carries herself upright with her head up and shoulders back, so you can't help but notice their firm roundness. Watching her jog by one day I was struck by her straight back, muscular legs and beautifully rounded butt. I figured Curtis was a lucky man. I also figured I would catch hell one day when Kathleen was doing yard work in a bikini top and cutoffs and Janet noticed me watching a little too closely. But for once she just smiled, stuck out her tongue at me and left it at that. It surprised me how fast Janet and Kathleen became best friends, but they were soon visiting back and forth several times a day. They wore a path between our back doors. Curtis was usually out of town on business Sunday night through Friday afternoon, so I think Kathleen was lonely. One morning I stumbled downstairs at six in my boxers to find them sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and talking. They had a good laugh as I modestly dashed back upstairs. After that there were many mornings when Kathleen had breakfast with us. Then remodelers started working on her kitchen and before long Kathleen was eating supper with us every night, too. Actually, it was a lot of fun and the three-way conversations were lively. And Kathleen's attendance inspired Janet to start coming home and cooking again. She'd almost given up cooking unless the boys were around. Often Kathleen would show up at the back door with a covered dish while Janet was fixing supper and I was nursing a beer at the breakfast bar. Kathleen is not the cook Janet is, but she likes to experiment and she's had some notable successes. Sometimes it's like a competition and I've found Kathleen and Janet alternately feeding me tidbits and demanding to know whose entree or dessert is the best. They refuse to let me be diplomatic and insist on knowing whose dish I really prefer. Surprisingly, Janet seems genuinely pleased when one of Kathleen's experiments pays off and I praise her cooking. And Kathleen is always effusive in her admiration of Janet's kitchen skills. My relationship with Kathleen was based mainly on engineering and computers. I'm her computer help guy whenever she has a document that won't print, or balky software. And she occasionally comes to my upstairs office to talk through a problem she's having with a tricky design or ask my advice on handling a client. I have gotten involved in a couple of Kathleen's projects to the extent of doing sketches for parts of them. Truthfully, it was stimulating to learn about another branch of engineering and the places where it intersected my field. Also stimulating were the times I found myself leaning over Kathleen, looking at the screen while she sat at her computer. People who work at home can wear what they want, and Kathleen's taste ran to bare feet, tennis shorts, loose blouses and delicate little bras in white or pink. It was distracting to see the tops of her small but full breasts partly visible down the front of her blouse. Another time she crawled under her desk to check a power cord and the sight of her firm, round butt and tanned thighs made me gulp hard and look away. Nothing would be stupider, I told myself, than getting the hots for my next-door neighbor, who also happened to be my wife's best friend. Janet's relationship with Curtis was much more distant than her friendship with Kathleen. In fact, she has made some cruelly remarks about him. That puzzled me since Curtis is such an inoffensive guy and Janet is not normally a harsh critic. So I asked her about the source of her disdain. Well it seems Kathleen and Curtis had tried to get pregnant for several years without success. So Kathleen went to a fertility specialist who ran tests that showed her plumbing was fine. But Curtis refused to submit to fertility testing or consider medical intervention of any kind. Embarrassed by the intimate details, I mumbled something about not even knowing Curtis and Kathleen wanted children. Janet glared at me. "When a 20-something married woman moves into a four-bedroom house and starts decorating a nursery before she even unpacks her kitchen ... then *I* think she wants a baby!" Janet went on in that vein for quite awhile, and I realized there was little she didn't know about our neighbors' personal life ... right up to how rarely they had sex. According to Janet, Curtis had little sex drive and Kathleen had to get very aggressive when she wanted sex. For a long time Kathleen assumed she hadn't gotten pregnant because she and Curtis had sex so rarely. But after she was tested and found fertile, her doctor hinted that the problem probably lay with Curtis. Since Curtis refused to be tested, the doctor told Kathleen there was nothing he could do. Though heartbroken, Kathleen apparently forgave Curtis for his failings. Janet was not so kind. She treated him with coldness bordering on contempt. But Curtis seemed oblivious, and life went on. Over time I began to feel strongly attracted to Kathleen. She had a sharp, creative mind and it was a pleasure to watch her tackle an engineering problem. It was even more of a pleasure when I was able to help with a solution and receive her generous thanks. It didn't help that her clothing became more and more revealing as the warm summer months began. Her shorts were often tight enough to outline her plump mons, while she stopped wearing bras altogether. I began to find myself fighting for self-control as I tried to focus on the computer screen instead of her dark pink nipples poking against the thin fabric of her shirt. Finally I decided I would no longer go to Kathleen's house for consultations. The temptation was too great. If she wanted help she would have to come to my office. I thought surely she would wear less revealing clothing to my house, because Janet was in and out all day. But I was wrong. Kathleen continued to wear tight shorts and filmy blouses without a bra. And I continued to battle my arousal. The final test of my restraint came one hot afternoon. Janet was volunteering at Safehouse and I was working in my upstairs office when I heard the back door slam. Kathleen shouted "Anybody home?" and I answered 'Up here.' I gulped in dismay when she stepped smiling into the room. Kathleen had clearly been working out and her white t-shirt and shorts were soaked in sweat. The damp cotton clung to her chest, clearly outlining her half-erect nipples and the sweet curve of her breasts. Her gym shorts must have shrunk because I could clearly see the 'V' between her legs and the bulge made by her pubic hair. I reminded myself to breathe. Small tendrils of hair were stuck to her temples by sweat. "You said you would show me that new CAD software," she said, smiling. "Uh, of course," I croaked, trying not to stare. "I've got it running now." I tore my eyes off Kathleen and concentrated on my computer. She stood behind me as I explained the features of my new software. As I talked I could hear her soft breathing near my ear and smell her scent. She must have showered just before she ran because I smelled a heady mixture of clean sweat and scented soap. She leaned over to look at the screen and something soft touched my shoulder. Her breast? I was afraid to look. I was babbling about document layers when suddenly I noticed she was no longer behind me. I looked around and the room was empty. I stood up and went into the hallway. "Kathleen?" I heard nothing. She was not on the stairs or in the hall. Where had she gone? The door of our guest bedroom stood open a few steps away. Had it been open when I came upstairs? I walked over to the door. Kathleen was standing motionless in the middle of the guest room, her back to me. "Kathleen?" She gave no sign of hearing me, but kicked off her sandals and smoothly pulled her t-shirt up and off. She dropped it on the floor. Staring at her straight, bare back, my mouth was suddenly dry. Next she bent forward and pushed her shorts down her legs until they were a little puddle of cloth around her feet. Her tiny, white panties followed. She stepped out of them and walked to the bed, her firm buttocks moving in a sensuous rhythm. Sunlight from the window briefly highlighted the fine golden hairs on her arm. Kathleen climbed onto the bed on all fours and lowered her forearms to the comforter. Her beautifully rounded butt was elevated and pointed straight at me, and the puffy lips of her slit peeked from between her thighs. My heart was pounding in my chest as she turned to look at me over her shoulder. "Now, David," was all she said. I don't remember discarding my shorts or crossing the room. But suddenly I was kneeling on the bed behind her, one hand caressing the smoothness of her butt while the other held my throbbing erection. I rubbed the head of my dick up and down her pussy lips. Once they parted, my dick found her wet inside, soaking. One thrust put me halfway inside her, another and I was buried. She moaned softly and pushed her butt back against me, seating my dick even more firmly. Then I lost it. I was pulling out and plunging into her in a frenzy of lust and delight. The room was filled with a wet SMACK, SMACK, SMACK as my loins slapped her firm buttocks in a rapid rhythm. She stretched out her arms and grabbed the comforter to keep from being driven off the other side of the bed. She was silent except for an occasional involuntary 'oof' when I went especially deep ... braced motionless to withstand the onslaught. The delightful, musky tang of her pussy hung in the air. I didn't last long. Suddenly my head snapped back and I uttered a drawn-out howl of relief and satisfaction. My hands gripped her hips with bruising strength as I poured my sperm into Kathleen, jet after burning jet. "Aaaah! Aaaah! Aaaaaaaaaaggghhhh!" Finally I knelt there behind her ... drained, my legs shaking, near to collapse. I started to pull out, but she reached underneath us and stopped me by taking gentle hold of my balls. So I waited, enjoying the sensuous clasp of her pussy around my dick, and the way her straight blonde hair parted to reveal her slender neck. Some time afterward my penis shrank and pulled out on its own and I fell forward, resting my cheek against her smooth, warm back ... my arms clasped around her. She put one of her hands over mine. We stayed that way for awhile before she pulled away and got off the bed. I looked up to see her smiling at me gently. I opened my mouth to speak, but she silenced me with a finger to my lips. "Not now," was all she said, then she quickly put on her sweaty clothes and left with a bright smile and a wave of her hand. "Wow!" I thought, "that was wonderful!" Then, "Oh no! I've just been unfaithful to my wife. And with her best friend. I am SUCH an asshole!" My feelings of pleasure and tenderness for Kathleen battled my feelings of self-disgust as I straightened up the guest bed and showered. An hour later, I got very nervous when I heard Janet's car pull into the drive. Luckily, she went straight over to Kathleen's, but I was sure she would know what happened as soon as she read the guilt in my face. I needn't have worried. When Janet finally came home she was in a wonderful mood. She chatted, laughed and fussed over me while making a light supper. At one point she slid her arms around me and gave me a deep kiss. "Later gator," she whispered, a sure sign she wanted to make love that night. Feeling panicky, I wondered if I could satisfy Janet so soon after Kathleen drained me. Again, I needn't have worried. Normally Janet likes a lot of foreplay. But that night she was wet before we even went upstairs. I know because she shocked me by taking my hand after supper and pressing it against her warm, wet crotch. We left the dishes in the sink. Janet was the aggressor that night, getting me hard with her fingers and mouth then straddling and fucking me with an intensity that was rare for her. She alternated between pulling up then impaling herself on my dick, and rocking quickly back and forth with me deep inside. Her need was palpable. And audible! Usually Janet said little during sex, but that night the words flowed non-stop. "FUCK ME! Make me feel that big dick! Do it hard! HARDER! Make me come! Fill me up!" I began to wonder if the neighbors could hear, then felt guilty because I had just fucked one of those neighbors. She goaded me into mauling her full breasts, then cruelly twisting her nipples when she came. I came myself a few seconds later, hoping Janet wouldn't notice how little sperm I produced. We fell asleep kissing in a warm, sweaty tangle of arms and legs. Janet was gone late the next morning and I was absorbed in my current project when I heard the back door open and close. Light footsteps came up the stairs and Kathleen was standing in the door to my office, beckoning me to follow. She led me to the guest bedroom again where her clothes were soon flying. Our second fuck was much like the first, although I took a lot longer to come. I had time to enjoy the beautiful way Kathleen's full hips tapered into her narrow waist. And the way she wiggled her ass to encourage me whenever I started to slow my thrusts. I tried to pay some attention to her breasts, but she soon moved my hands back to her hips. Again I had a powerful orgasm and again her light caress on my balls kept me from pulling out until my dick was too soft to stay inside her. She dressed and fled without saying a word, leaving me with a brilliant smile and a brief kiss. I laid there on the guest bed, exhausted, and even dozed for awhile. I was panicked out of my sleep by the sound of Janet's Lexus stopping in our driveway. Luckily she went straight over to Kathleen's house and didn't come home to fix supper for an hour. But this time Kathleen came with her! Misunderstanding Kathleen was completely discrete. There was no footsie under the table or "accidental" brushing against me. Not so much as a meaningful smile. She gave no sign I had filled her pussy just a couple of hours before. I'm afraid I didn't contribute much to the dinner conversation that night. I was preoccupied wondering why Kathleen suddenly (wonderfully) wanted me, and how badly Janet would rip me apart when she found out. I should mention that Janet was once again the aggressor that night, though not as relentless as the night before. Her orgasm was thunderous, while mine was a pale imitation of my normal performance. Kathleen must have watched Janet's movements carefully because for the following two days she arrived at my office door within minutes after my wife's car pulled out of the drive. Oddly, she refused to let me kiss and caress her very much, or fuck her in any other position but doggie style. I also love licking Janet's pussy, seeing how long I can tease her before making her come. But Kathleen wouldn't allow that, either. There was no foreplay and very little afterplay and she left as soon as she could. My sexual experience is limited. I had only slept with a couple of girls before Janet and I got married, and none of those relationships lasted very long. So -- as far as I knew -- there was nothing very unusual about Kathleen's behavior in our stimulating, but puzzling affair. Unfortunately, it was a short affair. Curtis arrived home for the weekend on the evening after our fourth encounter so nothing happened that Saturday and Sunday. Although I fully expected Kathleen to appear in my office after Janet left the following Monday, she was nowhere to be seen. Nor did she appear the next day or any day after that, to my regret. Our lives fell back into their normal patterns. Janet and Kathleen were, if anything, closer than ever, so I saw Kathleen a lot. Twice I tried to talk with her about what had happened between us, but she hushed me and changed the subject. That, I thought, was the end of that. It was a couple of months later when I came home one evening to find Janet, Kathleen and Curtis sitting together in our kitchen, all smiles. "Kathy and Curtis have great news, darling," Janet said, so I waited expectantly to congratulate them on something mundane like a promotion or new car. "We're going to have a baby!" Kathleen exclaimed. I'm afraid I stood there with a stunned expression for a little too long before my wife poked a finger in my ribs. "Don't look so shocked, honey. Lots of couples have babies these days!" I recovered enough composure to congratulate Kathleen and Curtis and contribute some remarks to the celebration. Kathleen was truly glowing with joy, and bubbling over with plans, while Curtis displayed real pleasure in a quieter way. The two women eagerly talked about pregnancy and childbirth until Curtis began to get green around the gills. So the discussion was changed to cribs and diapers and the merits of breastfeeding. I found it hard to work the next day ... distracted by thoughts of Kathleen's pregnancy. Naturally it occurred to me that I might be the father and just as naturally I discounted the possibility. Curtis must have finally found a spurt of creativity ... so to speak. But then it occurred to me to look up a website that lets you calculate due dates online. Janet had already circled Kathleen's due date in red on our kitchen calendar. I plugged in the four dates of our passionate encounters in the guest bedroom. It turned out that any of them could match Kathleen's due date. And the following Saturday and Sunday -- when Curtis was home -- could also have produced her due date. Inconclusive. Should I ask Kathleen? Would I get an answer? Cowardice won the day and I never asked. I am not exaggerating when I say that Janet was there for every step of Kathleen's pregnancy. She accompanied Kathleen to her doctor's appointments, shopping for baby needs and taking childbirth classes. Janet, not Curtis, was there for Kathleen's ultrasounds and her prenatal exercise sessions. They became closer than ever ... closer than any sisters I'd known. Pregnancy agreed with Kathleen. Aside from a bit of morning sickness in the early days, she glowed with good health and high spirits. And Janet matched her mood. They talked, laughed and planned together non-stop. Kathleen began eating every meal at our house, while Janet outdid herself cooking special treats for the expectant mother. Janet continued to want sex more than before, although she was not as insatiable as she had been the week of my fling with Kathleen. So I was pretty happy despite the slowly fading guilt over our brief affair. As Kathleen's due date neared, Janet began sleeping in Kathleen's guest bedroom when Curtis was out of town. He was in Baltimore when Kathleen went into labor two weeks early, so Janet and I took her to the hospital. Janet was in the delivery room coaching when little Amber was born, and I was nearby pacing the halls. Once Amber came home, Janet and Kathleen became a baby-raising team. The poor kid had one of them doting on her every waking second. I think Janet did everything except breast feed the little girl. "Why not," I figured. "Janet has the little girl she always wanted, and Kathleen gets all the help a new mother could want." By the time Amber was three months old, our lives had settled into a new and comfortable routine centering on one much-beloved baby. That's why I was surprised one afternoon when I was working at my office computer and heard footsteps on the back stairs. I swiveled around to find Kathleen standing in the door. "Do you know what I've been dreaming about for the past year?" she asked, grinning wickedly. "The baby?" I ventured. "SEX!" she replied emphatically. "Being pregnant made me so horny I thought I would die!" Walking slowly towards me, she unbuttoned her blouse and spread it open. I had time to notice she was braless, and that her breasts were larger than I remembered, before she pressed a protuding nipple to my lips. Reflexively I began to suck, rewarded by a delightful sip of warm milk on my tongue. Kathleen's hands in my hair held me to her breast and she sighed deeply. "I want to fuck and fuck and FUCK!" she said firmly. "Long and hard and sweaty. Missionary, doggie style, sitting, standing, hanging from the chandelier. I want it ALL! I want you in my pussy and my mouth and ... and everywhere if you promise to be gentle!" Panicked, I stood and held her at arm's length. "We can't, Kathy, we just can't! Janet is bound to find out. She's next door right now!" "I know," said Kathleen, smiling gently. "She promised to watch Amber until we're done." I was struck speechless, staring down into her laughing eyes. "Surely you don't think I would have a baby by my best friend's husband without her permission?" she chided. A wave of heat flashed through my body, and I stood there stunned. Until that moment I had been sure Janet didn't know about my affair with Kathleen. Now I was certain she DID know! And not only did she know, but my formerly jealous wife apparently approved! "I know it was unfair," Kathleen said, "but Janet and I agreed it would be better if I seduced you. She was afraid you would turn noble and refuse if I just asked you to give me a baby. "Even so," she chattered, unzipping her shorts and dropping them to the floor. "I thought you were never going to touch me! I was sure you would give in when I stopped wearing a bra, but you never laid a finger on me! Janet was very touched by your will power," and then she unfastened my shorts and pushed them and my boxers down my legs. "It drove Janet wild, knowing I was full of your sperm," Kathleen said, cupping my balls with one hand while the other stroked my stiff dick. "I'm afraid we wore you out that week. "And me, I was surprised I started to need sex so desperately after only four good fucks," she said, her finger gathering a drop of seminal fluid from the opening of my dick. She licked her finger, and I noticed my heart pounding. "So now," Kathleen said, pulling me down on the carpet, "I've become a slut and you have to help me live out all the nasty fantasies I've had since you got me pregnant." Half an hour later I was lying back with Kathleen on top of me, her sweaty breasts flattened between us, the deep moans of her orgasm still echoing in the room. My dick was buried deep inside her, bathed in a soup of her flowing juices and my come. I was thinking I would have to start working out if I was going to satisfy both Janet and Kathleen. "Poor boy," she whispered contentedly, snuggling close. "I promise I'll leave you alone after just two more babies!" I REALLY don't understand women! Misunderstanding? I hate my fucking job. Fucking airports! Damn I hate them, too! Can't smoke on the airplane, sit on the damn tarmac for hours, always late everywhere, lose the fucking bags, no end to it. Surly fucking counter people with the standard answer of "There is nothing I can do." drive me nuts. Then stand in line while some ugly fucker sticks a wand up my ass because my belt buckle sets off the little buzzer. If they would get their heads out of their asses they would set them all the same. At Portland it's like nobody gives a shit, I go right through with a wave, but hit Dallas and some broad that can't speak english is looking at me like I am up to something. Next thing I know I am standing there with my legs spread while being pretty much molested. My last trip to Dallas was hilarious, though. I had gone outside to smoke, then had to run the gauntlet to get back in. A bit on the chunky side woman right in front of me tripped the buzzer, they dragged her off to the side. I patiently waited my turn, figuring I would get it too. I wasn't in any hurry though, I knew it was around 110° outside and the humidity was about 100%. They stood the poor broad up with her hands in the air and her legs spread, the gal ran the wand up her legs and when it got to her crotch....? BZZZZZZZZZZ! She was looking right at me, she flushed then gave me a grin. I grinned right back, what the hell. I would have made a stab at her but I was already late for my meeting. Besides, I somehow breezed right through the damn checkpoint, I noticed as I was gathering up my wallet and gear they had some little old lady in a wheelchair pulled over, poking her all over with the fucking wand. I got my bags and got the fuck out of there. I got to the meeting a full half hour late, the taxi driver spoke just enough english to manage to charge me 3 bucks extra for me having two bags instead of one. I was happy to pay it and get away from him, he had just two speeds, wide open and full stop. After just two blocks I closed my eyes and had a word with God, I honestly didn't expect to survive the trip. I would have felt better if there had been more than just half a seat belt, I suppose I could have just hung onto it. It was bad enough that I thought of turning him in, complaining. But his fucking name was three lines long on the ID card, I gave up. I paid him, getting a grin and a blast of booze and some kind of breath mint that smelled just like the used kitty litter I keep at home for my Cat that is sometimes there. 1800 miles on a fucking airplane, weather so hot I couldn't breathe, the company gave me an order just big enough to cover the plane ticket and maybe a hamburger. Fries extra, of course. I was in a pissed off mood when I checked into the hotel. The good part is the company I work for makes all the hotel arrangements, not much I can say about that since they pay the tab. But they don't exactly shoot for luxury. So I wasn't surprised to see a fat guy behind the counter, sitting there picking his nose and sweating buckets. I managed to sign in, glancing back as I got on the elevator. He was still sitting there picking his nose. The room was a surprise, it actually looked clean. I flopped down on the bed, undoing my necktie. Both sides of the bed rolled up at the edges, by then I didn't give a damn. It was fucking hot! After a few minutes, I got up and tried to turn on the air conditioning, nothing. I played with it, holding my hand in front of the fan, I did manage to get it heating but it wouldn't blow cold. I gave up and just left the fan on, let it circulate some of the steam in the room. I opened the window, it went up about one inch and stopped. I slept naked on top of the covers that night, the next morning I managed to get enough water to run out of the shower to get some of the sweat off of me..barely. It wouldn't spray, it just ran out in a trickle. Real nice fucking place this was. I dressed and went down to the hotel cafe. I had some eggs and toast, the eggs were sunny side up and well done, the toast black on one side and untouched on the other. My mood wasn't getting any better. I looked over at the fat guy who was still on the counter, I began to think he lived there. He smiled and asked me if I was enjoying my stay, then went back to picking his nose. I just grunted and went and hailed a taxi. This one was driven by a 35 or so year old fat broad, by the time we got to my meeting across town I was well versed in all of her ailments and up to date on her monthly cycle. I handed her a twenty for the $16.85 fare and she grinned and said thank you and was gone before I could open my mouth. The next meeting went pretty well, I got an order that actually made me a couple hundred bucks after everything was taken out, things were looking up. But the next stop was the following day, that meant back to the damned room with no air conditioning. I found a little cafe that actually did have air, had myself a glass of ice tea. Feeling a tad on the horny side, I hit on the 40 year old rather harrassed looking waitress and got shut down cold. What the fuck, I really didn't give a shit. I did leave her a quarter for a tip. Then I jotted down $13.95 and a $2.50 tip in my meals ledger. I did keep my eye out for a hooker, looking around in all directions, no such luck. Refreshed a bit by the cold tea, I headed back to the hotel. That trip wasn't so bad, the driver was careful. Very careful. I think at one point he actually did hit 20 MPH but I wasn't sure. I wanted to yell out, "Slow down Henry, you are going to kill us!" but he didn't look like he had any sense of humor so I just sat there. Besides, his name sounded like someone our government might be hunting so I thought it best to not get him upset. I flopped on the bed, lay there sweating. Finally I stripped, got into the shower and got myself damp, that helped. I dried off and lay down naked on the bed. It didn't take long and I was asleep. A thump woke me up. I looked over at the door, saw the leading edge of a big cart loaded down with towels and soaps. I started to get up, way too late. There stood a tiny 5 foot tall mexican lady about 60, staring at me. I was sitting half upright on the bed, naked as the day I was born. I reached to cover myself with my hands, realized I had a jim dandy piss hard on going on. She just stood there, mouth open, then she grinned. I am not exactly small in the meat department, both hands still left quite a bit of naked me sticking out. "Sorry!" I said, sitting up and reaching for my pants. "Maid service." She said in a terrible accent, looking down at my dick and making no move to leave. "Christ, lady, let me get my pants on." "OK." She said, then she pushed the cart the rest of the way into the room. Smiling at me again, she reached for some towels and a little squirt bottle and went into the bathroom. "Fuck it!" I thought, if she didn't give a shit I didn't either. But I tugged a towel off her cart and wrapped it around my waist, waited. She came out in a few minutes, smiled at me again. I needed to take a leak so I went into the bathroom and shut the door. It took me quite awhile, finally I got my damned cock down enough to let fly. I tugged the towel snugly around my waist, went back out and sat on the edge of the bed. She was wiping down the table, she looked over at me and gave me that smile again. I swear to God she batted her fucking eyes at me. I reached for my pack of smokes and just sat there and watched her. She kept glancing my way, looking down at the towel and grinning. "Boy, you aren't concerned at all, are you?" I asked her. She looked up and smiled again, great big this time. "OK." She said. I was beginning to get it. No speakie the english, I guessed. "So how long have you worked here?" I asked her. "OK." She said, her eyes darting down to my crotch. Hell, I was starting to get a woody again, this old lady seemed to be enjoying the hell out of me sitting there with just a towel on. I started to feel a little nasty. I leaned back on the bed, reached down and pulled off the towel, my erection was now at almost full mast. I handed the towel to her, she took it and put it in the little bag hanging from the cart. "Que es su numeros?" I asked, trying out my extremely limited spanish. "Numeros? Si, treinta y cinco." She was really smiling big now. I struggled with that, I thought I had asked her name. Then I realized. "Que es su nombre?" I tried again. "Carlita, es treinta y cinco." Let's see. I knew that cinco was five and tres was three so treinta must be...... $350.00?? Ouch, kinda high for an old lady. I blinked a few times. What the fuck. I could hide most of it in my meals expense account. Maybe skip one or two, they wouldn't notice. I reached for my wallet, dug out 3 hundreds and a fifty and set it on the counter by the bed. Carlita glanced at the money, then at me. Her eyes got big and then she really smiled. She went over and locked the door and turned back, taking a couple of steps my way. Then she reached up and undid the buttons on the white blouse she was wearing. She didn't have a bra on, her tits hung half way down her chest, she had oval shaped jet black nipples the size of silver dollars. Her body was surprisingly snug, I expected to see wrinkles but her stomach was flat. "OK?" She asked. "Ok." I answered. She reached down and pushed the black skirt down her legs, there was nothing on under it, either. There was a huge mass of curly black pubic hair, I could see nothing else. Hell, the hair went almost all the way to her navel. I don't know why for sure but now I had a massive erection, this was getting to be a bit hot. I had been sitting there exposed while this old woman obviously was enjoying it, now she was naked and standing there right in front of me. Flushed, I pointed at her mass of pubic hair. She nodded, understanding. She reached down and spread herself, moving her legs apart. Her inner lips appeared, her clit popped out as she held herself like that, letting me look. Then she stepped up to the edge of the bed, reached down and wrapped both hands around me. A condom magically appeared, I have no idea where it came from. She pushed down with both hands, pressing the condom over me, then squeezed and pulled her hands upwards, repeating that over and over several times. I thought the top of my head was going to come off. Then she suddenly stood up, grinned at me. "Uno momento." She said, her voice now had a husky sound to it. She went into the bathroom, I heard water running. She came back out, sat a glass of water on the table by the bed. I looked over at it, it had dentures in it, she had taken out her fucking teeth! She dropped down to her knees, reached out with both hands and sucked half of me into her mouth. That surprised me, I am pretty large and Carlita was rather small, but then she tipped her head and somehow the whole length of my cock slid down her throat. Never before in my life had any woman ever done that to me. I lasted about 5 seconds. She didn't stop, either. She just kept on with that up and down motion, I had no idea how she could even breathe. Finally the spasms ended, I was done. She pulled off of me, gave me a big toothless grin. Then she got up and went into the bathroom. I sat there amazed, she had given me one hell of a climax. I have never been into little old ladies actually but this one was just fine. Carlita came back out, sat down beside me. She reached down and took ahold of my now limp cock, began to pump it. In just a few seconds, I felt myself respond again. She kept at it until I was fully hard, stripped off the used condom and slid another one on. Then she got up and straddled me. She reached down with one hand and spread her hairy pussy lips, her other hand holding me. She got the head started, then she pressed down. I could feel every inch of her insides slide over me. I was looking at her face, she had a grimace on it, her head tipped back as she began to slide up and down. I felt myself building again, then suddenly her pussy clamped down on me so firmly it made me jump. My God that was incredible. Then she did it again, and again, it felt like a huge hand had grabbed me and squeezed. There was no stopping at all, my body just blasted away as she let out a squeal. Then her hips thrashed back and forth as she rubbed herself furiously against me. her tits swinging out and making a little "pop" sound as they smacked against her ribs. I had my hands on her ass, holding her in place as she mashed at me. Her eyelids fluttered, her orgasm hit her. The best damn fuck of my entire life, this old lady could peel bananas with her snatch! She stayed just like that for a very long time, her hips rocking back and forth in slow motion. Then she smiled, slipped off of me and stood up. She reached for a towel, dampened it and carefully washed me up. Then she got another one and cleaned herself up, even though I had had a condom on she was still pretty gooey. She put one leg up on the edge of the bed so I could see everything while she did it. Reaching for her clothes, she tugged up the skirt, then slid her blouse over her head. I sat there nude, just watching her. She went right back to work, cleaning up the room, making the bed. She reached down and picked up the bills, slipped them in her purse. At the door, she stopped and looked back at me and smiled. "Gracias!" She said, and left. I had a plane to catch the next morning, just a short hop over to Shrevesport, then on to Portland the next day. The fat guy was sitting at the counter, picking his nose. I didn't see Carlita but there was another cute little dark haired maid going by with a cart. "Hola!" I smiled at her. "Buenos dias." She answered. "Treinta y cinco?" I asked, taking a chance. She stopped and looked at me, then gave me a big smile as she batted her eyes. "Si, senor." I stepped up to the counter to check out. I knew my next scheduled trip down here was just three weeks away. "Enjoy your stay?" He asked me with a grin, digging at the corner of his nose with his thumb. "Yep, sure did!" "Well, come see us again." He said. "I sure will." I told him. "Hey, by the way, how much is Treinta Y cinco?" "Thiry-five bucks." He told me, wearing a shit eating grin. Oh. No fucking wonder she....??? Oh, well. I headed for the taxi. Damn it was hot outside. I just love Dallas, and I love my job!