32 comments/  325363 views/  8 favorites

Wishes Do Come True

By: netsfan_44



She was so excited to be invited to it! When she called her Dad and told him about the conference she was beside herself with excitement! It was a 5 day affair out of state for incoming Freshman who had been part of their schools student governments. Diane had been council president for her last 3 years and met the requirements easily. Since she was under 21 she was required to have a parent attend and with her mother having died 7 years earlier it meant that her Dad would have to take her. She thought that would be great to have him there as he was a really great looking old guy (all of 45!) and would enjoy spending the time with her as he always did seem to spoil her.

Her Dad, Ken, thought it was a great event to attend and told her to set up all the needed plans and they would go. 

When the day arrived they flew to the conference and arrived at the hotel to check in.

-----

"I will check us in, you can wait here with the luggage and I will be right back." said Ken as he opened the car door and went into the front office.

"Hello, may I held you?" said Beth, the front desk manager.

"Yes please, I have a reservation for Green."

"Yes, here it is, 5 nights, double, no smoking" replied Beth.

"Double? You mean two rooms, right?" asked Ken.

"No, that's two double beds, that's what was reserved."

"I am sure it was two rooms, you can change it to that, right?"

"Sorry, we are full due to the conference. Will the two doubles still be OK?"

Ken was not sure if Diane had made a mistake in the rooms or if the hotel had, either way it was to late to find anywhere else to stay. He hoped Diane would be OK with it since it was just for a couple of nights.

Ken returned to the car to tell Diane about the room mix-up. When she heard about how they would be sharing one room she was surprised how much the news excited her! She had always been a little turned on by her Dad, she knew even her girl friends were. She had on a couple of occasions seen him in just his shorts and knew that there was a "lot" to her Dad. Her best friend was always kidding her that one day she was going to let her Dad find her naked and see what he would do!

Once they dropped their bags off in the room they headed down to check in to the conference. There was to be a number of meetings for the students and some mixers and social events for the parents.

At the first break Diane found her Dad to introduce a friend she had made.

"Hey Dad, wait up!" yelled Diane. 

"Hey sweets, how's it going so far?"

"Really good! I want you to met Marie. We will be attending the same college in the fall and she even has the room next to ours!"

"Did you tell her why we are sharing a room? It was a mistake by the hotel." replied Ken hoping the girl did not get the wrong idea.

"My Dad is with me also, and we always share the same room! I think its neat to be together." smiled Marie, making Ken wonder what she meant by that!

"Hey muffin!" yelled a man moving toward them.

"This is my Dad, Peter. Dad, this is my friend Diane and her Dad, Ken. They are in the room next to us."

"Nice to meet you, I hope that we are not noisy neighbors who keep you awake at night!" smiled Peter with his arm around Marie.

"Oh Dad! " smirked Marie, "Just don't tickle me and I will be fine!"

As they walked away, Ken wondered how loud the tickling could get?

About 11pm, Ken and Diane returned from dinner and decided to call it a night. Diane went into the bathroom to change and Ken wondered what she would decide to wear to bed with him there. She emerged from the bathroom and he was surprised how pleased he was at her attire. Pink satin jogging shorts, (tight!) and a half t-shirt that allowed her cute breasts to jiggle as she walked. Diane was a very fine looking eighteen year old, about 5'-2", 105 pounds with very nice pair of 34C breasts. She walked over to her bed and then bent over to put her shoes under it, giving him a nice look at her ass and pouty lips. He could not believe the effect she was having on him and walked quickly into the bathroom to change. He decided to wear just his boxers and just get into bed quickly. 

When he came out, he found Diane on her bed reading, with her legs pulled up against her, giving him a great view of her lips, pressed tight against her shorts. He could feel his cock stirring and decided he had better get in bed before she saw more of her Daddy than she should!

With lights out they both feel asleep quickly, although Ken was having some nice thoughts about how great she looked!

Ken awoke to the sound of voices, and for a moment could not place where he was or who they were. Then he realized it had to be Peter and Marie. He looked at the clock, it was 1:22am, was surprised they were still up. Then he realized he could hear everything they were saying!

"Oh Daddy! I had so much fun tonight! Going to that club with you and seeing the look on the bouncers faces! Then when you said I was your daughter and he checked ID's and they said we were, same address and all." said Marie through the hotel wall.

"I loved it too sweets! Loved the looks we got at that strip club, people knowing we were father and daughter. The look on that waitresses face! Her topless while checking your ID, knowing you were my daughter, and seeing what you were doing to your poor Daddy in that booth!" laughed Peter.

Ken could not believe it! Peter had taken her to a topless strip club and it sounded like she had been touching him as they were watched. Ken could feel his cock getting harder and harder as he strained to hear more!

"Naughty teases like you need to be punished!" said Peter as Ken heard Marie start laughing.

"Oh Daddy, stop! Stop Daddy! Oh my god!"

Ken could hear the bed squeaking as Peter started tickling her. Ken opened his boxers to let his cock out, all nine inches of hard Daddy cock. He was so hard listening to them next door!

"Daddy! Oh daddy, stop!! "

"I love doing this to you little one! Love watching you struggle, love how you twist and turn trying to get away, and all that happens is your dress comes undone, with the best part being that's all you have on! Show daddy how wet and turned on you are kitten!" moaned Peter as he tickled her.

Ken was stoking his hard cock, could feel his balls boiling, knew at that moment he would have loved to be doing that same thing to Diane. 

Diane! 

He tuned his head to see her and he took a deep breath! In the moonlight he could see her shorts were around one ankle, her right hand working fingers in and out of a shiny wet pussy and her left hand pulling her left nipple, hard. He could hear her breathing deeply! She was as turned on as he was listening!

"Daddy! What are you doing?" asked Marie from the next room.

"Tying you to the headboard dear, you know how Daddy likes you like that!! Love you stretched tight, as Daddy stretches your pussy for you!"

Ken could hear her moan, he could almost see Peter pulling on her legs, her arms taunt, her nipples rock hard and her pussy open and wet and waiting for a hard Daddy cock!!

Then he heard her moan, one long hard moan, as he filled her!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, more! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Ken listened as the sounds of Peter fucking his daughter hard filled the air. He could hear the bed slapping the wall and a steady "Daddy, daddy, daddy" from Marie as Peter drilled his daughter.

"Daddy, come fuck me!" moaned Diane, as Ken turned his head. She had a hold of the headboard, and was stretched out across the bed, her legs wide. He could smell her wet sex.

In a trance Ken got out of his bed, his boxers hitting the floor. He grabbed Diane's ankles and pulled, getting a long moan. 

"Harder Daddy, I want it hard!!"

Ken felt his cock head touch her wet hot pussy and in one lunge, filled her right down to his balls. Her mouth opened but nothing came out! Then he watched her eyes roll and felt her pussy grab his cock, as she started cumming on his cock!!

Her wail filled the air, as her hips worked up and down trying to suck his cock deeper and deeper.

He had never been so hard! His hips started meeting her thrust for thrust. His mouth met her's, and they started sucking on each other. Diane's legs locked around her Daddy's back and it forced her legs wide so her wet pussy could coat his cock with daughter juice! The more the fucked the hotter each was getting! They were moaning up a storm, Diane begging for it and Ken telling her what he was doing to her.

All of a sudden the lights came on!

Standing beside the bed was Peter and Marie, and they were fully clothed!

"See Daddy, I told you I could get them to fuck each other if they thought they were hearing us doing that! Glad when I was here earlier today I unlocked their door!" laughed Marie. Peter smiled but was looking straight at Diane, enjoying the view of her naked body on the bed.

Ken stood and turned, his cock hard and wet. He advanced toward Marie. It was her fault. He would have never fucked his daughter if it was not for her! Peter was laughing watching Marie backing up as Ken approached her.

"You know sweets, I think you are about to get what you deserve!" laughted Peter.

At that, Ken grabbed Marie and throw her on the bed. Diane grabbed her wrists holding them tight as Ken ripped off her panties and dress. Now the three of them were naked and one was about to get fucked!

Ken was mad and filled with lust! He could tell by the look on her face she had never gotten a cock as big as his before, and he made sure to take it all the way out and bury it deep in her. His eyes locked with Diane's as she watched him fucking the tease Marie, her nipples as hard as little rocks.

Suddenly he felt a head down below him and heard Diane say, " Oh god Daddy! Peter is eating her ass and pussy as you are fucking her!"

At that Ken leaned forward giving Peter more room so he could see his cock and balls fucking his little girl.

Ken felt Peters hands on his ass, and then his tongue working at his hole! It felt like electricity and all he could do was moan.

"Do him Daddy, eat his ass for him! Make him fuck your little girl with his hard cock!" urged Marie to her Daddy.

Ken's senses were on fire! He was being ass-tongued by her Dad as he fucked her.

Then Peter was at his shoulder, his face just behind him. 

"Fuck her good Ken, drill her hard, as hard as this!"

At that, Ken felt Peter's cock slip into his wet boy-pussy! 

As Peter drove into Ken, Ken drove into Marie! Back and forth Ken was worked, father and daughter on either side.

Diane sat on the bed, here fingers buried in her pussy, thinking " Hum, nice, fantasies do come true, and I am so glad I emailed my new roommate about them! Being fucked by my dad, watching my dad fuck and watching him get fucked, what more could a horny girl want! Daddy had no idea I have read his email and knew all his fantasies! I just know Daddy will want to punish me when he finds out!"

Hope you enjoyed the story ... be SURE to vote ... and drop me a line!

Wishes Do Come True



I have thought about her almost every day from the day I let her go - how I would love to have those legs of hers spread so that I can just taste her juices and how it feels to be deep inside of her. And now as luck would have it - it has happened.

Slowly I kissed my way up one leg to her knee, then the other leg. Once I made it to both knees, ever so slowly I traced my tongue up the length of her thigh till I reached the out skirts of her wonderful little hot powerful pussy. A quick kiss there, and then to the other thigh. Again slowly tracing my tongue up the length till I am once again at her hot spot.

Now ever so lightly, I blow and lick around the outer edges. The whole time I watch her wiggle and listen to her moan. She tries to pull free of her bonds but can't. I hear her moaning with pleasure and anticipation. Never once asking to be let free.

Using a finger from each hand, I slowly separate her lower lips so that my tongue can taste the outer insides. She is so wet. I slide my tongue up from her bottom to the top of her wet hot pussy till I just touch her clit. After doing this several times, I sense she is going to explode. I open my mouth wide and cover her whole area. Out comes some of the most wonderful juices that you can ever taste. She is thrashing all about, but is unable to get free.

Finally she settles down. 

Now I slowly lick my tongue up her stomach towards those small put beautiful and tasty 32 size B mounds on her chest. I notice that sticking out on each mound is her small little nipple. They are harder then I have ever seen them. I lick one and then the other. She moans and then gasps for air. I then just flick my tongue across the tops of each nipple will I watch her reaction. It is so wonderful to feel her, smell her, touch her and taste her.

I completely take one of her mounds in my mouth while I gently massage the other mound. She tastes and feels so good. Never before has she or I experienced anything like this. She does not know who it is she is with since she is both bound and blindfolded.

I release her mounds from my mouth and hand only to hear "please don't stop. I want more". I take her other mound into my mouth, but this time instead of just sucking, I nipple ever so gently. First the outer area of the mound and then the taught little nipple. While nippling on one nipple, I gently rub the other nipple between some fingers. She is moaning like never before. 

Once again, I release her mounds so that I can reposition myself. I slowly nipple and lick one of her ears while one hand every so gently touches her hot spot. And how hot it is. While licking her ear, I take one finger and enter her. She is so wet. I use my thumb to massage her clit while working my finger in and out of her. She is wiggling around so much that I know she is slowly reaching another climax. I withdraw my hand quickly and she starts to say something, but my finger is in her mouth so she can taste some of her juices. 

She sucks my finger like never before. I slowly start kissing around her face. First just above her eyelids, then under the eyes then the sides of the cheeks and then around the lips. She releases my finger which I use to reenter her now dripping pussy. At the same time I start kissing her mouth. She is sucking so hard on my mouth and tongue, that it feels like she is pulling my tongue out of me.

As I her lower muscles tighten I push a second finger into her. I pump my fingers faster and faster while we kiss harder and harder. I feel her body tense and know that I must break the kiss or she will bite my tongue off. Quickly I move my mouth down and suck on her clit while I am still pumping my fingers in and out of her. She tenses so hard that it looks like she will break her bounds. Then it happens - she explodes once more. As hard as I try, I am not able to get all of her juices. 

I kiss her belly button and then just lay next to her while she relaxes. 

Then I hear those words that so long ago she said she would never repeat to me. "Please fuck me. I need you inside of me." 

And how did we get here on her 45th birthday. Her not knowing who she is with and me regretting the day I let her walk out of my live.

Well, I flew into town to surprise my daughter and to see my new born grand daughters. While I was checking into the hotel, I heard some commotion. When I turned around, I saw my ex-wife entering a small ballroom with some other people. The clerk at the front desk said that it was a surprise birthday party. Well I knew that I wouldn't be surprising my daughter tonight, since she was at the party, so I decided after I got settled in my room I would go out and have something to eat.

Just as I was leaving the hotel, it started raining fairly heavy out, so I decided I would eat at the hotel. I have been here before, so I knew the food is pretty good. Hearing a football game on the TV, I went into the bar area to eat and watch the game. I had some drinks with my food. I purchased a bottle of wine for my room. I was leaving for my room - I noticed that my ex-wife's party was breaking up. 

When I got to the room, I went to get some ice to keep the wine chilled. As I was coming back from the ice machine, I saw my ex-wife and her husband struggling to get down the hallway, to what I gathered was their room - across from mine. 

I entered my room and attempted to settle down - not all that easy knowing your ex-wife is across the hall from you. All of a sudden their was a knock on my door and a voice saying "let me in - I forgot the key." I knew that voice - I had slept with the owner of that voice for almost 15 years.

As I walked to the door, I turned the TV and lights off, cause if she thought she was entering her room, I wasn't going to stop her. I made sure that as the door opened, the door kept her from seeing me. She entered the room and I quickly closed the door. I then put my hand over her mouth and using a towel to cover my mouth - I whispered "do not say a word." In what appeared to be her somewhat drunken state, she did not fight - maybe she thought her husband was playing a game on her. This was fine with me.

I pinned her face first to the wall. While keeping her there, I took off her blouse and used it to cover her eyes. I then pushed her towards the bed. Since it was dark in the room, she hit the bed and fell forward. Knowing I needed to move quick, I yanked the phone cord from the phone by the bed and quickly tied her wrists together. I then used the other end of the cord to tie her to the overhead light above the bed. Knowing this wouldn't hold her, I took the cord from the desk phone. I was then able to tie each arm to the corners of the bed. She did not fight me at all, which made it much easier - not even a word out of her.

At this point I took off her clothes and using my belts and ties, I tied her legs spread eagle. Here she was, the person who I had wanted to make love to, just laying in bed not saying a word - most likely thinking I was her husband not her ex-husband.

Then I started licking and sucking her toes. And then heard those words that so long ago she said she would never repeat to me. "Please fuck me. I need you inside of me." 

From previous experience, I knew that once I entered her I would not last long, so I was going to have go slow and easy. I climbed over her and rubbed my rod up and down her now soaking wet sensitive pussy lips, hearing her moan and feeling her wiggle as she tried to get me into her. I did this for several minutes and even could have sworn that she came at least one more time.

I reached behind me and untied her legs. Then I placed her legs over my shoulders as I pointed my rod right at one of the most beautiful spots I ever saw. She knew what was coming and begged that I pound her hard and fast, and then saying "I want to feel all of you as far up me as you can go."

Slowly I entered her as she tried to use her legs to push be forward. Once I was all the way inside of her, I stopped for a few seconds just to savor the moment. Then I took a deep breath and started pumping her as fast as I could. Even has wet as she was, her muscles were tight. I could feel her trying to use her muscles to keep me inside of her. I don't know how long we kept this up, but I knew we were both reaching the explosive point. Almost at the same time, we both said "I am coming." I shot into her and she exploded all over me. As we both settled down, I released her legs and gave her a big kiss.

We laid next to each other and then I released her arms, but not the blindfold. For what ever reason she did not take it off. Maybe she realized I was not her husband and she did not want to know who I really was. I heard her breathing slowly relax, and before I knew it she had dozed off. I really didn't know what to do, so I cleaned myself up and then carefully washed her. As I laid back down next to her, she sat up and started playing with my rod. As it started to get harder she leaned over and after kissing the tip, took the whole length into her mouth - something she never was able to do before. She was going up and down and I knew that if she kept it up, I would explode in her mouth - which was always a wonderful experience in the past. She must have sensed this, cause she stopped. As she released me, she spread her legs over my rod. She then took one of her hands and rubbed the tip of my rod against her pussy lips. As we are both moaning from the rubbing, she just dropped on me. So fast that it took a couple of seconds for me to realize that Once Again I Was Inside Her.

She bounced up and down as fast as she could. I felt her muscles tighten around me, knowing that we were both going to experience an explosion that would surpass the last one. 

I grabbed her around her waist and slid my feet to the floor so that I could lay her on the bed while I stood and just pumped away inside of her. As I pumped faster and faster, I started to feel myself getting ready. It started at my feet and climbed up my legs. I knew it was almost time and could see she knew it also. We were both panting away. I felt her as she tried to tighten her muscles like never before. Then it happened. We both exploded. I saw stars and bright lights and I am sure she did to.

Next thing I know, there is a knock at the door and someone saying "housekeeping."

I yell come back later and look around. The sun is up and the room is empty. I did not know what to do or think. At least it wasn't the police. I decided to take a nice shower. After the shower, I called my daughter on my cell phone - since she didn't know I was in town.

My daughter answers on the third ring and says "Did you have a good time last night?" I didn't know what to say - the cat had my tongue as the saying goes.

I later found out that my daughter knew I was coming into town - she knew one of the hotel managers. My daughter was the one who arranged for the party to be at the hotel. It seems that after I entered my room, my ex-wife went down to the lobby to say farewell to the rest of the people at her party. Well my ex-wife couldn't remember her room number (something she never could do) and my daughter took her to my room.

Can't wait for her next birthday surprise party.



Wishes Do Come True



Author's note: For those of you that feel this is in the wrong category, I do realize it could have gone in Loving Wives or even Mature. Since, in my opinion it is a love story, I chose to put in Romance. During the writing of this story, the ages of the main characters went from older to young and ended somewhere in between. First there were no children and then the children were older, until I settled on an age for them, too.

This story is based on real events. The male protagonist is a composite of two men, one I know and the other I know of, and an added dose of imagination. For the female, well, she's parts of three ladies I know or know of and a great big dose of imagination. Two of the minor male characters are based on real life counterparts, too, but I don't believe either would recognize themselves. I have, of course, changed the names to protect the innocent...and not so innocent.

Most importantly, I want to thank persephone9906. She edited both Saving Caitlin and A Nymph for Christmas for me, but would not let me acknowledge her. Circumstances have changed so I now can say thank for the above editing and for the corrections she made on this story. To the twin of my heart, thank you. 

I hope you enjoy this tale; it's quite different from my other stories.

~*~*~

Jenny and Jamie: A Love Story

 Prologue

"Why? Why do you put up with him? Leave him. Just leave the bastard."

"I can't. I can't," she sobbed as he cradled her head against his shoulder. If only she could feel this comfort all the time.

"Yes, you can. Get a place here—"

"And what? I can't make enough money. Even with child support, it would be so tight."

"Maybe I could help."

"You barely make enough to take care of your own family. What about the kids? There're four of them to think about. No, I have to go. I don't have a choice."

"There's always a choice."

"Then I've made mine. I have to think of the kids first. I have to try."

"Don't go." He kissed her again and caressed the breast he had eased out of its cloth barrier. As the kiss deepened, so did the intensity of his manipulation. "I could take you right now," he whispered in her ear.

"Please don't make this harder than it already is. I'll miss you so much."

Chapter 1: Twelve years later

She blinked her eyes and looked again. It had to be him. He was in front of Lazarus, talking to a petite, slightly overweight woman. She looked about forty and had short brown hair. It definitely wasn't Lyn. Jenny looked again, narrowing her eyes to see him better. He had about the same build. His hair had receded a little. It wasn't as thick maybe, but it was still very dark brown, almost black with just a bit of graying at the temples that added to his startling good looks. Yes, it had to be him or a brother, but she was pretty sure he didn't have a brother. Was this fate? If so, now what?

She had been thinking about him for nearly a year, even going as far as looking for a phonebook listing. The problem was he wasn't listed. Marilyn Vannoy was listed, but not J., J.R., Jamie, or Jamison Vannoy. Had they divorced? He had certainly threatened to do it many times during the years she had known him. He said the only thing that had stopped him was the kids. The kids -- the boy would be in his early twenties now and the girl would be about eighteen or nineteen. When she didn't find him in the phonebook, she wondered if maybe he had divorced Lyn or, worse, maybe he had died in an accident or something. Surely someone would have told her if he had died, wouldn't they? Maybe not. Only two people knew he had meant something to her. She hadn't talked to one since she had moved and the other one had moved away, too. Still, she knew he couldn't have died. She would have known. Somehow, she would have known.

Twelve years had passed since she had last seen him. She had been thirty-four then and he was thirty-one...a lifetime ago. She was deciding if she should make a fool of herself and go talk to him when he looked at his watch, said something to the woman, then she went into the department store. He turned and went in the opposite direction. Was this an omen? She'd take it as one. After all, if it wasn't him, what harm could come of it? She looked down at herself, glad she had chosen to wear nice clothes this morning.

It had been years since she'd been to this mall, although she had spent a lot of time here when she was a teenager. So many of the shops had changed and only the larger department stores were still the same. Lazarus hadn't even been part of the mall when she was a kid. That was one of the reasons she had come today. She wanted to see how it had changed and remember the past with its' happier times. She followed him and when she thought she had worked up enough courage, she closed the gap. When he paused in front of Sears, she spoke.

"Jamie?" He turned. "Jamie Vannoy?"

She pushed her tinted glasses up and cocked her head. Was there a hint of recognition? She smiled.

"You are Jamie Vannoy, aren't you? You don't remember me!"

"Jenny? Jenny, my God, how could I forget you? It's good to see you. How are you?" His smile was so sexy.

"I'm fine," she smiled.

"Are you living back in Indiana again or just visiting?" His eyes scanned her up and down...slowly. "Jesus, you look great."

"Thank you," she said, laughing and trying hard to control her nervousness. "You look mighty fine yourself." She blushed as his sexy grin just got bigger. "I can't believe I've run into you. I've actually been trying, well, thinking about trying to track you down for about a year. The phone listing wasn't in your name any more. Well...maybe....well, anyway, you weren't in the book." Her voice had changed to serious.

"You've been looking for me?"

"I was thinking about it. I guess since you weren't in Uniontown phonebook, you don't live there anymore. Do you live in Indianapolis now?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Why?"

"Why were you looking for me?"

"I wanted to talk to you about something." She lowered her eyes, swallowed, and tried to breathe. I can do this, she repeated to herself.

"What about?"

"First, I have to ask you some questions, if that's okay? And because I don't have a lot of time right now, I can't do a lot of small talk."

"Shoot."

He leaned his shoulder against the wall in an easy stance with his arms crossed over his chest and his legs crossed at the ankles. He took in her nervousness with humor in his eyes while remembering years past.

"Are you and Lyn divorced?"

"Yes."

"Is the lady you were with a few minutes ago a new wife?"

"Who, Sandy? No, she's just a friend."

"Are you married?"

"No."

"Do you have someone that...um...are you...er...dating, close to making your wife, or..."

Cocking his head this time, he laughed and said, "What's this about? Are you volunteering to be the next Mrs. Vannoy?"

"No!" she was blushing again. "Maybe you could give me your number or tell me a good time so we can get together and talk?"

"What and leave me wondering what you wanted to talk about? Uh uh! What gives?"

"It will take a while and I..."

"How much time? I have all afternoon."

"Well, I guess it depends on you."

He cocked his head again and looked at her. "Have you had lunch?"

"Huh, no."

"Come on," he said, taking her hand.

"I need someplace quiet," she stammered. "It's very personal."

His eyes scanned her body again and one eyebrow lifted. "I know a quiet place. Where are you parked?"

They found his car and he opened the passenger door, asking again, "Where's your car?"

"On the other side by Penneys."

When they found her car, her keys were already in her hand. When she started to step out of his car, he reached for her purse and she got a strange, panicked look on her face.

He laughed again, a nice easy laugh she remembered from the past.

"This is insurance. I can see you're about to bolt and I have a feeling this is too good to miss. Follow me. I'll go slowly. Do you have a cell phone?" She nodded and he gave her his business card. "My cell phone number is on the card. If we get separated, call me and I'll come back to get you."

"Where are we going?"

"A quiet place."

He waited until she got her car started. He could see she was very nervous and wondered about it. He picked up his phone and called for a pizza to be delivered. Then he took the streets he knew that would have less traffic and drove to his house about fifteen minutes away. When he reached his drive, he pressed his garage door remote and drove in. She parked in the drive. He got out and motioned for her to take the other side of the garage. She didn't move.

When he walked to her car, she asked, "Where are we?"

"My place."

"I don't think this is a good idea. I wanted a quiet place, but a public, secluded, quiet place!"

She wasn't hysterical, but he noted a good bit of panic in her voice.

"Well, two out of three ain't bad. Move over and I'll park your car in the garage. The pizza will be here in a few minutes."

"I can do it."

"Then do it," he said, chuckling and stepping back.

She sighed. Good grief, what had she done? She had thought about this day. She thought it would take a while to find him, then after she told him, she'd give him time...weeks, months...to think about it. She kept thinking about trying to find him and talking herself out of it. Was it fate that had her go to the mall today? Ohmigod! Could she do it, could she ask him?

She drove into the garage and he was right there, opening her door and helping her out. He pushed a button and the garage door slid down. He walked her to the back door, placing his hand on the small of her back. He opened the door leading into the house and ushered her in. He wanted to kiss her, but thought better of it. He would hear what she had to say first. She looked better than the last time he saw her...what?...about twelve, maybe fourteen years ago. She was very nervous; that much was very clear.

He opened the refrigerator and got out a beer. "What would you like? Beer, coke, water, milk, Valium?"

"Valium."

"Oops, sorry all out of Valium. How about a coke?"

"Diet?"

"Yep."

"Okay."

He handed her the coke, ready to ask what gives when the doorbell rang.

"Plates are in the cabinet. I'll get the pizza. You still like pizza, don't you?" he asked over his shoulder.

Jamie paid for the pizza and brought it into the living room. He put it on the coffee table and she brought in the plates. He patted a place by him on the couch, but she thought it would be better in the easy chair across from the couch. Not as close. Later, she wished she had sat on the couch so he couldn't look straight into her face so intently.

He put a slice of pizza on a plate, handed it to her, and took one himself. After eating two pieces, he said, "What gives?"

"Why don't we finish eating first?"

He laughed again, that nice easy laugh she always associated with him. "You're not eating so it's time to cough up. Did you kill Brian?"

"NO, No. That's not it."

"You want me to kill him?"

"NO!"

"I have thumb screws in the bedroom. Should I go get them and make you talk?" His easy laugh turned her insides to jelly.

She sighed, took a deep breath, swallowed, and thought just get it out. Oops, did she say that out loud? 

"That would be a good idea."

She did say it out loud. 

She sighed again and said, "This is going to be very difficult for me so I would appreciate you not saying anything until I'm done. And then, if you decide no way, just be kind about it. Please."

If he wasn't intrigued before, this really spiked his curiosity. He could hardly wait to hear what she had to say.

She put her plate on the coffee table and said, "Before we left Indiana and moved to Florida, I considered you my best friend. I could talk to you. You weren't happy in your marriage and mine was falling apart. I guess at some point you, or Lyn, or maybe the both of you, decided to end your marriage. Brian and I are still together. We made it work again or at least parts of it. Beth is twenty-four now and has a daughter. Garrett's twenty-six and also has a little girl and another baby, a boy this time, on the way. I'm a grandmother."

She smiled, thinking of her children and seemed to calm down a little, but she still couldn't look him in the eye. His eyes, though, never left her face.

"Brian has a good job. Our house probably suits him better than me, but I'm happy with it. He's a good dad and a wonderful grandfather. Back twelve years ago, we had terrible financial problems and he did some terrible things, but that's in the past now. And actually the marriage is pretty good."

She let a sigh escape. Could she go on? She paused, but Jamie didn't say anything.

"Boy, I knew this would be hard." She took a deep breath. "I always trusted you. You always made me feel...worthy. Your touch...Oh, well. What I'm trying to say is, er, that I haven't...Brian hasn't...we haven't...had sex in years and I want it." It was out, but she rushed on. "I am not sexually aggressive, but I've tried. Hints. Touching. But he isn't getting the hints. I even suggested he see a doctor. Our sex life was never very active, you knew that even years ago, but I didn't think it was normal for a man to stop wanting sex all together at age 45 and I don't think is normal now for a man of 52 to never want it. Brian says there is nothing wrong with him. And I don't think, I'm 99 percent sure, he isn't having an affair."

"I've decided to look elsewhere." Phew. There! She said it. Jamie thought his hearing had failed him. "I'm not...I don't have a lot of experience. Even though I've been married all these years, I don't have much experience." Her voice was barely a whisper now and Jamie leaned forward to hear her. She didn't seem to notice with her head down. "I've only had one other partner besides Brian and that was in college before Brian and I married. We were close, you and I; it nearly led to an affair. Then I couldn't. Then you couldn't. I can't just go to someone I don't know. Someone I have no history with. I couldn't just do it with anyone. The other guy was more twenty-seven years ago. I barely remember his name. I would have no idea where to find him. I trusted you twelve years ago and I don't think you would have changed so much that you would hurt me now. You could have raped me that night and you didn't. Well, maybe not rape, but you could have taken me.

"What I'm asking," she paused and finally continued, "is that you consider making love with me. Or really I guess it would be have sex with me. I don't expect an answer now. I'll give you my number and you can let me know."

"Jen—"

She put her hand up, cutting him off while she still had the nerve to finish.

"There's more that you need to know to make a decision. I'm not thirty-four anymore. I'm forty-six. And while I want it to last all night, I'm not sure I could make a half hour. I have arthritis and...and I've had a hysterectomy. I'm not sure how I will respond. Heck, I'm not sure I can respond at all. I've heard if you don't use it, you lose it. Maybe I've already lost 'it'! I've only had a few orgasms in my entire life. I'm not even sure what one feels like. That's not quite true; I've felt pretty good a couple of times. And while I don't look too bad with clothes on, I look every bit my age without them. The person who becomes my dream lover will probably have to keep his eyes closed the entire time. I gained a lot of weight—a lot. I've taken most of it off, but, well, things just don't look the same." There was that easy laughter again. "Please don't laugh. This is hard enough."

Another pause and a sigh. "I think I should go. I'll give you my number unless you already know there's not a chance in Hades you'd come near me. Then maybe you could just forget this conversation ever happened."

Before Jenny even had a chance to look up, Jamie was standing in front of her. His fingers gently wrapped around her wrists and he pulled her to her feet. His hands circled around to her back, taking her hands with his. She was surprised at the suddenness of the movement. He pulled back and looked into her eyes, giving her the feeling he was looking for something. Then he gave her a gentle kiss, a very gentle but intense kiss. It was so intimate, her breath fluttered. He didn't release her. She could feel his penis pressing into her stomach, could smell his desire as they stood nearly hip-to-hip. Maybe not hip-to-hip. He had a good seven inches on her. He kissed her again, exploring her mouth with his tongue. He picked her up and sat down on the couch with her on his lap. He tenderly pushed her head to his chest.

"Do you know how long I've wanted to hear those words? I'd take you to my bedroom right now, but I don't want to scare you off. Maybe we should set some parameters. Take things easy. What do you want? And how much time do you have today?"

She was beginning to tremble, then started to shake. "Maybe this was a bad idea, a very bad idea."

"Umm." He put his hand on her chin and lifted her face. He kissed her, a sweet gentle kiss, but it conveyed his desire.

"Maybe I should leave."

"You didn't answer my questions."

"Huh?"

"What do you want exactly and how much time do you have today?"

"Oh," she sighed. Jamie tightened his arms around her to keep her from shaking right off his lap. In a whisper he wouldn't have heard if she wasn't so near him, she said, "I have all night."

"All night! Jeez, I thought you didn't have time for small talk."

"I didn't think I would be staying and I wanted to get it out before I lost my nerve. I didn't think I'd be at your house today. I didn't know if you would want me. I didn't want to linger after I finally said it."

With this she seemed to relax a little and put her head back on his chest, a place she'd been a few times before years ago. She had felt at peace back then; today, even years later, the feeling was the same. Then her head shot up.

"Oh, one more thing. I don't want a long-term relationship. I don't want a divorce. I don't want Brian to know. But about everything else, well, I want it all."

This time, he bellowed. The hand under her chin moved to her waist, then under the lightweight summer sweater. It lingered there, just feeling her soft skin before moving to her spine and sending tingles of desire through her entire body. His fingers moved to her bra, and, in an experienced move, had the clasp undone. Her every muscle tensed up tight as a drum.

"You need to think about this," she stammered.

His lips touched hers. He moved his mouth to her ear, giving it a light kiss before saying, "I don't have to think about it. I've wanted you for twelve years. I'll go slowly. If you get lost, call me on the cell phone." The same humor he had years ago. Pulling her bra out of the way, his hand moved to her breast, cupping and fondling it. He rolled the nipple between his thumb and finger before giving it a gentle pinch. A bolt of desire shot straight between her thighs.

"I," she stammered, "I really think you need to think about this first." Her breathing was becoming hard to control.

"Are you kidding? You'll talk yourself out of it before you even reach the door. We've been here before. I'd hate to rape someone I've cared for and thought about for so long. Besides, your nipples want me." As he spoke, he pinched a nipple and chuckled when she gasped. Both of them knew if she really wanted out, he wouldn't rape her. The years melted away.

Chapter 2 -- The relationship begins

Three hours later, Jamie gently held Jenny as she slept in his arms. His bed sheet partially covered him, but it was pulled completely over her. He knew when she awoke she would be embarrassed if any of her nakedness showed. Hell, he wished they could have gotten this far twelve years ago; he would never have let her go to Florida with Brian. He would have had twelve years of heaven instead of eight more years of hell. But she wouldn't break up either marriage because kids were involved. His kids were six and ten while hers were twelve and fourteen.




Wishes Do Come True



She didn't want a divorce, she said. He could work on that later. She'd be back; she looked so perfect in his bed. Why in the world would Brian not touch a woman like Jenny? So much had happened in the years between. They would get to know one another again. He could convince her to leave Brian. He just needed time. Jenny began to stir and then looked up at Jamie with a shy grin.

"Hi, Sleeping Beauty. Sure glad you didn't fall asleep right away. It would have bruised my ego big time." Jenny blushed from the base of her neck clear to her hairline. "Time for a shower. I thought we could go out to a nice restaurant, a quiet, secluded, public restaurant," he added laughing.

He walked to the master bath and turned on the shower. He was completely nude and she watched him. He was much more casual with his nudity than she was with hers. She had made him close the blinds and curtains to make it as dark as possible, or as possible as it could be with the blinds and curtains he had and the fact it was mid-afternoon. He could still see her with no problem. It was true that her body was not that of a twenty-five year old, but there was so much more to this woman and he wanted the whole woman, not just a 'Christie Brinkley' body. With that thought, he returned and lifted her out of bed, exposing her nakedness, and walked back to the shower. She didn't have time to protest.

The water had warmed and Jamie walked into the shower. As the water pelted them, he released her legs and turned her gently so she slid down his front. When he bent to kiss her, her arms lifted to circle his neck. He was all lean, tight muscle. In all of the years she and Brian were married, not once had they ever taken a shower together, not even in the early years.

She could feel her face turn red when Jamie took the soap and ran his hands over her back and down to cup her bottom. She buried her face in his shoulder, but he just laughed and told her she was beautiful. She knew it wasn't true, but she felt beautiful. When he started on the front, his soapy hands kneading her breasts, she tried to stop him.

"No way! This is my reward for closing the curtains. I could hardly see you. I had to do everything by touch," he chuckled. That wasn't true either; he could see her perfectly, but her eyes had been closed most of the time so she probably wouldn't know that.

As his fingers played with her nipples, he thought about her reactions only a few hours before. Her gasps, her movements, the way she clutched his arms all told him she was still a novice considering her age and the fact that she had two children. When she cried out and climaxed, the look on her fact was one of wonder. He went as slowly and as gently as he knew how. His Jenny would have a hard time with adultery and he wanted her to remember this first time forever. It would bring her back to him.

He continued his exploration of her body until she soaped her hands and started to wash him. When her small hands circled his manhood, he knew he had to take control back soon or he'd be spilling his semen on the floor instead of inside her wet, hot tunnel. When he lifted her, she shrieked and immediately her hands slid off of him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her eyes wide with wonder. He backed her against the wall.

"Wrap your legs around me. I won't let you fall."

His eyes pierced hers as he slowly lowered her and slid into her. He couldn't be slow this time, not anymore anyway. He thrust forcefully. She came almost violently, crying out her release. He came at the same time.

After a few minutes, when his breathing returned to normal, he said, almost sheepishly, "Did I hurt you?"

"No. That was...that was amazing."

He laughed again and kissed her nose. "Come on," he said as he pulled her out of the shower and wrapped her in a big bath towel.

"Do you have a bag in the car? I seem to remember a dress or something hanging in the back. I'll get them for you if you need them. Unless, of course, you want to just stay naked and eat here. It'll save time later."

She blushed clear from the top of her towel this time and he laughed. He had missed that sweet blush.

And she missed that laugh.

"Yes, please bring in the dress. There's a bag on the seat next to it. Please bring it in, too."

He turned to leave, then turned back and pulled her to him and gave her a very meaningful kiss. "The fates must have been on my side today. I wasn't even going to go to the mall." With that, he left to retrieve her bag.

An hour later, they left Jamie's house and headed for the restaurant.

Chapter 3 - Guilt almost ruins the dream

Jenny pushed the lawn mower through the grass. She should have cut it three days ago, but she just couldn't make herself do it. But today, as she pushed the mower, her thoughts came up to the surface. She shouldn't have given in to her desire. She should never have searched for Jamie. Now, two months later, she still couldn't get him out of her mind. He invaded her every thought. At night, she would dream of him; during the day, he was always in her mind. He had called her several times. She always said the same thing, 'they...she should have never gone to him'. The yearning for him, for sex, would pass; it always did. But now, having given in to temptation, she just wanted him more. He said they would work it out. That was easy for him to say; he was single. 

Even if she did get a divorce, how long would it be before Jamie looked for a younger woman? That was one of the things that stopped her before. He was younger than her. It was bad enough when they were in their 30s, but now that she was nearing 50 and had some health problems, it just wouldn't work.

The sun was high in the sky and she was hot and sweaty. The temperature had gone up several degrees since she had started mowing. Never having done well in the heat, she knew it was time to call it quits for the day. She would finish this section and move to the next tomorrow. She didn't see the car pull into the drive as she entered the house.

She had barely stepped into the bedroom to pull off her sweaty clothes when the phone rang.

"Hello."

"Hello, Jenny?"

"Jamie, please. I asked you not to call."

"Jenny, I have to talk to you."

"We've been though this before. It was a mistake. I should never have come to you. You were wonderful. I've never felt even close to how you made me feel, but it can't continue. I'm not cut out for affairs. The guilt is eating me up. Brian, who rarely notices anything, has asked if I'm okay." Jenny sighed. "I don't want a divorce. Brian and I have been married for 27 years. We share grandchildren, for God's sake. I just can't do this." She was almost in tears.

She was so upset she didn't hear the back door open or the footsteps following the sound of her voice...not the voice over his cell phone, but the one he could hear with the other ear.

"Jenny, we have to talk. There has to be a way. I can't give you up again. I won't give you up again!"

She started to cry. Jamie stood at her bedroom door and watched her. He hung up his cell phone, laid it on the vanity and reached her. Her scream was muffled in his kiss and he wrapped his arms around her.

"It's okay, honey, it's just me." Jamie held her tightly. He continued to soothe her, talking to her quietly, calming her.

When her fear ebbed, she backed up out of his arms and said, "What are you doing here?" Her voice was angry and a hairs-breath away from hysteria.

"I came to—"

"How did you get into the house? Why did you come when I asked you not to?"

He took a step toward her and she moved back. "I had to see you. Change your mind. The door was open. I saw you cutting the grass, then go in the house. I'm not leaving until we straighten things out. The longer you fight me about this, the closer it will be for Brian to come home." He slipped his shoes off and started unbuttoning his shirt.

Jenny was nearly hysterical as she cried, "What are you doing?"

"You need a shower and I'm going to help you."

"No. NO!"

"Yes," Jamie softy answered. "Now can you take your clothes off or do you want me to help you?"

"Jamie, please don't do this. Please."

By this time, he was standing in front of her. He took a step toward her and she started to cry. Jamie took her into his arms, helped her undress, then pushed her toward the shower. It took him almost half an hour to calm her while the warm water penetrated the very essence of her body. More than anything, he wanted to pull her to his full erection and ease the ache that had been there since she left two months ago. In her condition, though, it would be too much like rape. While he might tease her about rape, both of them knew he would never do it.

When she was quiet and calm, they left the shower, and he handed her a towel. As he also dried himself, he spoke again as he started to dress.

"Please don't leave me again, Jenny." He said it so softy she almost didn't hear it. And then to his great surprise, she dropped the towel and moved into his arms.

"Jamie, I've tried to get you out of my mind. I tried to convince myself that I shouldn't have talked to you that day at the mall. Never let you make love to me. To make love to you back. It was wrong. I'm married. But I think of you every minute. You invade my dreams." She was sobbing, but not hysterical this time.

"Oh Jen, you don't know how much I want you. Not just for sex. I want you in my life. Oh, you feel so good. How much time do we have? I want you, but I also want to talk to you. When will Brian be home?"

She gave him a shaky smile. "Brian won't be home until Monday."

"Jeez, Jen, tell me you weren't going to let this opportunity pass by."

"It looks like it doesn't matter what I was going to do. Fate intervened again." The tears were still falling down her cheeks. He cupped her face and brushed the tears away with his thumbs, then gave her a gentle kiss.

"It'll be all right, Jenny. It'll work out."

He picked her up and walked to the bed. He started to lower her onto it, then stopped. "I know you have other bedrooms. Would you prefer to use another bed?"

A mischievous smile tentatively crossed Jenny's lovely face. She said, "No, this bed is fine. It's never seen any action. It deserves to be broken in."

Laughing, Jamie dropped her on the bed and followed her down. He smothered her with kisses, touching her everywhere. She started laughing and tried to push his questing hands away from her most ticklish areas. In the blink of an eye, the teasing turned passionate. Jamie covered her mouth and touched her reverently. His mouth moved first to her jaw, then to the sensitive place beneath her ear. He whispered things he was going to do to her, things no one had ever said to her before. By the time he kissed her thigh, she was tugging on his hair.

"Please," she begged.

But there was no stopping him. Before she could do anything, he had her flipped over. He kissed his way down her spine.

"God, you've got the sweetest little ass."

"I do not," Jennie responded trying to turn back over.

"You do, too." He playfully swatted her bottom. "Don't contradict me. I think this first time, I'm going to take you from behind. I don't have a lot of patience. It's been too long since I had you in bed. I'll go slower next time, sweetheart, I promise."

With his hands curved on her hips, he lifted and thrust into her. She climaxed with no more foreplay than that. He continued to thrust hard extending her orgasm and her muscles pulled him in. He ejaculated shortly after her.

~*~*~

Jamie couldn't get Jenny out of his mind. He couldn't understand Brian not wanting her. Putting the sex aside, Jenny was funny, intelligent, and exciting. At least she had agreed to see him if opportunities arose. He would make sure they did. How he wasn't sure but he'd figure out something. They spent the entire weekend together. He didn't leave until Sunday evening. That was two and half weeks ago. Jenny promised she would call if she could come up to Indianapolis or he could come to her. He prayed Brian would have another out of town meeting.

Scott Roberts walked into Jamie's office, pulling him out of his musings. Scott was Jamie's boss and mentor, but he had also become a friend. He watched Jamie for a minute, then shut the door before sitting in front of the desk.

"I don't know what the problem is, but I suspect it's a woman. Jamie, you got to leave this problem at home or at least in the car. This is a very busy week and some important decisions need to be made. I can't have my best team member with his head somewhere else. So tell me now if I can help. If not, you need to find a way to keep this out of the office. I need your complete attention to details. This isn't about your ex-wife, is it?"

"Sorry, Scott. No, it's not Lyn, thank goodness. This is a problem I want to work out, not one I want to dump over the White River Bridge. It is about a woman, though. Right now, there's nothing you can do, but I would like to leave the option open for the future. Starting this very minute, my mind will be on work while I'm at work. And, Scott...thanks."

"Good. We have six weeks to put phase one together and several months of hard work before it's finished. I need to know I can count on you. Have you got the Miller specs yet?"

By the time Scott left Jamie's office, the first phase was lined out. The two men had made a good start on outlining the second phase of the planned merger.

~*~*~

Late Thursday afternoon, four days after Jamie's talked with Scott, the phone rang. Jamie was glad it was almost the end of the week. True to his word, he had thrown himself into the project. He was also glad that Scott did not believe in working on the weekends unless absolutely necessary. Scott was devoted to his beautiful wife and two kids. Jamie wished he had someone waiting for him at home and he knew he wanted it to be Jenny.

On the third ring, Jamie picked up the phone. "Vannoy."

"Jamie, I'm sorry to call you at work. Do you have a minute?"

"Jenny. Of course." His mood lightened immediately as a smile crossed his face.

"If you're not doing anything this weekend, would you like some company?"

"Oh, Jenny, please tell me you're not kidding!"

Laughing, "Not kidding. I'll see you tomorrow about six. Okay?"

"Do you remember how to get to my place? Maybe you'd rather meet at the mall and go out to eat first?"

"Okay. I'll park in the same area I did the first time and I'll follow you to your place. Is that all right?"

"That's perfect. God, Jenny, I can't wait to see you."

~*~*~

"You look wonderful. Is Brian out of town again?" Jamie put another bite of steak in his mouth and thought how nice it was to eat out with someone special, but wished he hadn't asked about Brian. She was having a hard enough time without him bringing up a reminder about her husband.

"Yes. He said he would be going out of town a lot for the next couple of months. Said he hoped I wouldn't mind. I told him that I would probably come to Indy and do some more research. He's never been interested in 'this genealogy thing' as he calls it, so even if he asks, which he won't, I can tell him anything." Very serious now, Jenny continued, "I still feel very guilty, but I just can't stop seeing you. You make me feel very special. Do you know how long it's been since I've been to a nice restaurant? I can't even remember. And a movie -- even longer!" She smiled. "I'm glad I came."

The meal was relaxing and Jamie was happy. The question about Brian hadn't dampened the mood and now he knew she'd be free more often. He also knew she would soon have to make a choice. He knew her well enough that seeing him and living with Brian would eventually wear on her and her conscience would force her to make a choice. He would give her time and wouldn't press—she'd get there eventually. He'd make sure by the things he did, she would choose him when that time came. He wouldn't push, but he wouldn't give her up a second time, either.

When they were back in the car, Jenny smiled, leaned against the headrest and closed her beautiful ocean eyes. Jamie loved her eyes. They were dark green, the darkest green Jamie had ever seen. When she smiled, they sparkled. "Where are we going? This isn't the way to your place, is it?" Jenny said when she opened her eyes again.

His dark smoky colored eyes were dancing with merriment.

"I think I saw that Miss Congeniality playing when we drove away from the mall. I thought since I haven't seen it and you can't even remember the last time you were in a movie theater, it would be nice to take one in." He smiled at her and her heart melted. "You game?"

"Sure."

They arrived at the theater just as the movie was starting, then came out a little less than two hours later. He would have preferred to take her home immediately, strip her and get her into his bed, but he was wise enough to know she needed a little romance.

"Doug said this was a 'chick flick', but I liked it. Did you?"

Doug, aka Douglas Jamison Vannoy, was Jamie's now 22 year old son, who had just graduated college. His degree, like his father's, was in banking and finance and he had just gotten a job in Cincinnati. Doug told his father that he was close enough to home to visit once in a while, but not close enough for mom to camp out on his doorstep. He wanted to cut the umbilical cord. Jamie understood perfectly and gave his son his blessing. Doug was a younger version of his dad. Jenny was certain he would break a few hearts.

"Oh, yes. I love Sandra Bullock. One of my favorite movies is While You Were Sleeping. I have it on video. She was wonderful in that. I had a really nice time tonight. The food was great and the movie was wonderful. Thank you."

Jamie smiled and rubbed his thumb across her knuckles. "You're welcome."

The weekend was wonderful, too. Just getting to know each other's likes and dislikes again, filling in the spaces and gaps of the last twelve years, and the sex. Ohmigod, the sex was great!

When Jenny threw her head back and let out a soft scream followed by a moan, Jamie knew he'd never tire of making love to this woman. Her moans drove him crazy and she was so beautiful during her arousal. He was learning what really excited her, what turned her on. When she could breathe normally again, she looked at him with wide-eyed amazement and he made mental notes of everything he did to get her to that point. One thing he believed that really turned her on was him holding her hands above her head, trapping them in one hand as he slowly explored her body with his free hand. He had kissed her lips, then her breasts. He sucked her nipples before tongue fucking her navel. He didn't let her touch him; she could only take his caresses. Her neck and ears were very sensitive. Her moans and her struggles were a dead giveaway when he thought about it. He had taken his time and made sure she was more than ready. In fact, he had kept her on the edge so long, she was ready to beg. Oh yeah, he would experiment with that angle again and see if it was as big a turn on for her as he thought.

He also found out that Brian had never gone down on her. When he spread her legs and kissed her inner thighs, he could feel her tense. When he licked his tongue up her slit, she tried to stop him. He laughed as he caught her hands and held them down. When his raspy tongue spread her lower lips and continued to lick from her heated center to her sensitive little nub again and again, she stopped fighting him. It wasn't long before her moans told him she was near climax. He released one of her hands to slide a finger, then two, inside her channel, pressing hard against her clit.

Later, Jenny had told him that even when she and Brian did have sex, it was so fast, it was over before she even got started. Jamie would make sure he'd take his time, even if it drove them both crazy.




Wishes Do Come True



The entire weekend was not devoted to sex. They cuddled in Jamie's huge recliner and talked. Jamie told her about when he had finally had enough of his sham of a marriage. He tried to wait until Susanne was 18 and in college, but finally divorced Lyn when Doug graduated and paid child support for three years until Susie finished high school. He helped Doug with college expenses and would help Susie, too. He had put aside money for their college even before the divorce.

After Jenny moved away with Brian 12 years ago, Jamie returned to college and finished his last year; the one that he didn't get to finish when Lyn told him she was pregnant and they had to get married. Two months after they married, she told him she had a miscarriage. Three months later, she really was pregnant. Two years later, Lyn's sister told Jamie that Lyn had never been pregnant that first time, but Lyn thought she was losing Jamie and she had lied to him. Lyn was right. Jamie found that the separation with him in school and her at home did not make the heart grow fonder. It made him realize he didn't love her. He had probably never loved her. Her devious actions and pulling him into bed at every opportunity during high school had kept them together. He had been ready to call it quits. Jenny knew this from their friendship 12 years ago and that the marriage had never been happy. Jamie never got over Lyn lying to him and not finishing his last year at college. Although he had decided to try and make it work, it didn't. Lyn used guilt to keep him from leaving. But it wasn't just the lousy sex; Jamie and Lyn didn't get along in any way. Jamie could never understand why Lyn even wanted the marriage to last. Each time he tried to leave, it was hell. It took nearly twenty years to do it.

After he finished his last year of school—it took a few years of working while attending classes part-time—he found a job at the local bank and gained a lot of experience. He moved to Indianapolis after the divorce. Indianapolis was far enough away from Lyn to make it highly unlikely of running into her at every turn, but close enough to see his kids often. Then Doug decided to go to school in Indy and Susie often came to visit. Lyn threatened suicide, but Jamie just didn't care anymore. She didn't kill herself, but occasionally made life hell for Jamie, Doug and Susie. Even the kids were tired of her antics. Jamie was convinced Lyn was a mental case.

"One day, I realized that I was dead inside. I would get up and go to work, come home, go to bed, and the next day I would start all over again. There was no joy. I decided that day to see if there was anything, any life, left inside of me. I told Lyn I was leaving. She screamed and cried, but I told her I just didn't care anymore. So I left." Jamie's eyes took on a far-away look, then he sighed. "I should have done it years earlier. I was hollow, nothing inside. After I left, I found something inside me and started to live again."

"I'm sorry, Jamie. I never realized you were so sad."

"I think that when you were still close by, I didn't realize it either. I got to talk and see you. You were the bright spot in my day, you and Doug and Susie. But when you left, the emptiness in me just got bigger and bigger. I don't think I realized, until now, that a lot of the emptiness was because you were gone."

"But you became whole again and finished school. You have a wonderful job you really like and a new life. I'm proud of you."

"I'm whole because you're part of my life again."

"Jamie, please don't."

Jamie kissed her head and changed the subject. He would not scare her or try to change her mind about divorcing Brian—not yet. He had to take it slow.

"Tell me about your children, Jenny."

She told him about Beth and Garrett. Both had graduated with honors, Beth with a teaching degree and Garrett with a management and marketing degree. She talked about the hard times when they first moved to Florida and struggle to get themselves financially on even ground again. She talked about her job at the publishing house. She talked about the grandbabies and how wonderful they were, which was unnecessary since Jamie could see how she glowed just talking about them. She told him about moving to Texas and how she hated it, then Brian getting this consulting job in Millersville. She didn't really want to move back to Indiana, but it couldn't be as bad as Texas. She didn't get to see the kids as often since they were still in Florida and she was in Indiana, but it was better than when she was in Texas.

Chapter 4 - A Weekend Surprise

"Jamie, Brian's going out of town again this weekend. He's leaving Thursday night this time and he won't be back until Monday. Are—"

Jamie cut her off before she could finish. "Oh, Jenny, that's wonderful. I can't believe it. You're off on Fridays, aren't you? Brian couldn't have picked a better time even if I'd called him myself and asked him to go out of town. I've been trying to figure how we could be together this weekend. I'll pick you up about noon on Friday. We're going to Louisville. We'll be back Sunday night. Pack casual with maybe one dressy casual. When I pick you up, I'll tell you about it. Jesus, I can't believe this. See you Friday."

Before Jenny could even respond, Jamie hung up. She was going to Louisville. Jenny laughed to herself...better do some laundry tonight.

~*~*~

"Jeez, Jen, you look good enough to eat. Maybe we should just think about this for an hour or two before we leave."

"No, you don't. I'm ready for this mysterious trip. I'm not taking another bath—not here, at least." Jenny laughed.

"Ah, Jen." Jamie took her in his arms and kissed her. He wanted to tell her how much these five months had meant and how much he wanted her full time, but knew it would just upset her. He could wait, but it was getting harder. They had been getting together about every three weeks since Brian had told Jen that he would be going out of town more often. The last two times, it had been only two weeks in between. Maybe Brian was up to something. Jamie had thought about this before and now he was determined to do some checking when he got back to Indy. On Monday, he would call the agency they used at the bank for investigative work they needed to do for, hmm, special circumstances. Maybe tomorrow or Sunday, he could broach the subject and cautiously tell Jenny how much she meant to him.

"Well, then, I guess we should leave and I'll tell you why we're going to Louisville."

Before they left, Jenny replaced her wedding rings with a black-gold scroll ring, which could pass as a wedding band but not necessarily be one. Jamie noticed. He didn't say anything, but he was pleased to see her do it. It was the first time she had removed her rings when she was with him. To Jamie, it was a good sign, a very good sign. Because of what would be happening this weekend, he had wondered how he was going to ask her not to wear them the next two days.

During the drive to Louisville, Jamie told Jenny more about the project he had been working on at the bank, about Scott Roberts and some of the team members, and that they were getting ready to wrap up the merger.

"So tomorrow night, we're having a formal, fancy, black-tie dinner and dance at the Louisville Marriott to celebrate the successful merger with both sides winning. I'm your escort," he smiled. "You're my date."

Jenny's mouth dropped open. "I didn't bring anything to wear to a formal dinner. I don't even think I have anything that would be appropriate for something like that. I'll just stay in the hotel room until you're done."

"No, you won't. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to wear something that you had worn for Brian. We're going shopping. My treat. Then whatever you get, I'll take back to my place so Brian will never see it." Jamie smiled at Jenny as she tried to say she couldn't let him do that. "Sure you can. I've been down here several times since this project started. Just a couple of weeks ago, I saw a place that I bet will have the perfect dress for a perfect lady. While we are at the mall, we'll get any accessories that you need. If we don't find something this afternoon, we can go after my morning meeting and look somewhere else. We'll find something."

Jenny couldn't believe the way this conversation was going. Brian had never cared what she wore and certainly never gone with her to pick out a 'perfect' dress. Come to think of it, Jenny had seldom gone to any important dinners or any thing else, at least not in many, many years, with Brian yet he was a consultant who had dinner or evening meetings all the time. She was very glad, again, that she had been walking regularly and getting back into shape. Not that she would ever look twenty-five again, but when she looked in the mirror, even she knew she looked better than she had for years, maybe even better than twelve years ago. She certainly looked happier. She was getting to the point where she couldn't bear for the weekends to end and couldn't wait for the next to begin. What was she going to do? She had said she didn't want a divorce. She couldn't stop the sigh.

"What's wrong, honey?"

"Oh. Nothing. Well, I guess I was just thinking what if we don't find that 'perfect dress'?"

"We will and you'll make it even more beautiful."

Jenny laughed. "Don't you mean it'll make me beautiful?"

"No. You're already beautiful."

Jenny gets a new dress

Jamie and Jenny got settled into the hotel. It was still early afternoon and Jamie thought maybe they should just take it easy for an hour or so, you know, just to relax, a little, er, nap...or something.

"Oh, no! Not until I get a dress in that closet. That's all I'll be able to think about. I won't be able to stop worrying until we've found something. That is, unless you've come to your senses and I can just stay in this room and have room service or something until it's over."

"Not a chance. Come on, let's go over to the shop now and see what they have."

Thirty minutes later, they walked into a specialty dress shop just down the street from the Marriott.

"Hi. My name is Kathleen. May I help you find something?"

Before Jenny could answer, Jamie responded in a honey voice, "My wife and I are looking for something special for a black-tie dinner and dance tomorrow. I know this is a little late to be looking for something special, but we've had some problems with logistics the past few weeks and, when I saw this shop, I just knew you'd be able to come to our rescue."

Kathleen melted, as Jenny knew she would, when she heard the tone of Jamie's voice. He just smiled. Jamie could have any woman he wanted, she thought.

"Oh, I'm sure we'll be able to find something just right. Follow me. Please have a seat. Is there a certain color you're looking for?"

"I'd like to see her in something that would complement her beautiful eyes." Jamie intervened again before Jenny had a chance to say anything and she just barely swallowed a snicker this time.

Kathleen turned to look at Jenny's eyes and noticed they were very green. She smiled. "I think I have something that will be perfect. What size are you? An eight maybe?"

"Well, I don't know. These hips are pretty wide. Maybe a ten?"

After saying she would be right back, Kathleen moved away. Jenny turned to Jamie and said, "Jamie, you can't buy me something here. Did you see the prices of some of the dresses hanging over there?"

"Shh. If it will make you happy, it'll be an early Christmas present. I promise I won't buy you anything else." Yeah, right. "Let's see what she brings you first before we decide if I can afford it." Jamie knew he could afford it. He had been very frugal the last few years, saving every extra dime. He just felt he would need it someday and now that he had a very good job, saving had been easier.

Kathleen returned with five dresses and held each of them up. The last dress was a dark shimmering black-green cocktail dress. The neck was cut high in front with a cut-out below the throat band, but cut low in the back. It had diaphanous sleeves in the same dark green, but in soft flowing chiffon. It would show skin, but in all the right places for a forty-six year old woman. Small dark green emeralds hung in the throat cut-out and the center stone would lie right above the cleavage. The skirt was straight with a slight slit up the back.

Jamie knew which one he wanted and could see from Jenny's look that they were on the same page. "Jen, do you want to try this last one on? I think it may be the perfect dress for the perfect lady we talked about earlier."

"We don't normally carry a lot of shoes, but some dresses are hard to match. We have shoes that would go perfectly with this dress. They're black with just a tiny bit of emerald trim. The heels aren't very high, only about 2 or 3 inches. I'd say you probably wear about a 7 medium?" Kathleen said.

"Eight would be better." Jenny finally managed to say as Kathleen led her to the changing room. Jenny had taken off her clothes and had started to put the dress over her head when Kathleen came in and helped with the hidden zipper and ties in back, then handed her the size 7 ½ heels. Kathleen chatted like a magpie as Jenny finished dressing.

"I can't find a size 8, but these usually run big. Try them on, but if they're too tight, I'll see if I can find an 8. This is the only dress we have like this. It just came in yesterday. You won't have to worry about another one like it at this party. We're supposed to get a couple more in two weeks. You're lucky you came in when you did because this dress is perfect for you. Depending on the way the light hits it, it looks emerald green or black-green. And your husband is sooo good-looking and I think he likes this dress best. You're a very lucky lady. Very few men come with their wives and they're never so attentive. I hope someday I'll have a man look at me the way he looks at you. Ah." Kathleen sighed in hopeful expectation. "Black hose will be what you need to wear with this dress. The dress comes with earrings that match the trim. Don't you want to go show your husband?"

"How much is this dress?" Jenny asked as Kathleen pushed her out to Jamie.

Jamie stood up as Jenny came out of the dressing room. "I told you we would find the perfect dress, Jen, and this one certainly is it. You are beautiful. We'll take it."

"Jamie—"

"Shh." Jamie leaned down and brushed his lips across Jenny's. He looked like the cat that just ate the canary.

Jenny pulled Jamie aside. "Jamie, I'm sure this dress is too expensive. It's too perfect to be a decent price. I can't let you pay for this."

"Kathleen and I have already talked about the price and you're worth every penny. Why don't you change and we'll take it back to our room, then go out for some supper?" Dress, shoes, earrings, and the panties Jamie had discreetly inquired about when Jenny went to change were all in the dress bag Jamie carried back to the car.

Forty minutes later, Jenny was hanging up the 'perfect dress' with very shaky hands. Jamie came up behind her, circling her waist with his hands.

"You will be the most beautiful lady there. I'll have to beat the men off. You know, it's a little early for supper. Maybe we should try some other activity, you know, just to kill time."

With his hands still on Jenny's waist, Jamie turned her to face him and bent to kiss her. The kiss was slow and gentle at first, but changed to a fiery passion within seconds. One hand moved to her back, pulling her closer. When he could feel her becoming weak and could tell her legs were turning to jelly, he picked her up and moved to the bed. He was sure he knew Jenny's body better than Brian ever had. If he didn't know that Brian never touched Jenny, he would have been extremely jealous of him. For the hundredth time in the last few months, he wondered how Brian could not want this woman.

After that, no coherent thought entered his mind. All he wanted was Jenny. He loved to feel her fall apart in his arms. He slowly undressed her as his mouth brushed against each bit of exposed skin. Her body was now tutored to expect pleasure and her responses were beautiful. She arched her back as he bared her breasts. When his mouth covered her nipple, he felt he had to devour her. He had to put his mark on her.

"Jamie, Jamie," she moaned. "Please."

"I aim to please, my sweet."

When he had her completely undressed, Jenny reared up to help him undress. Jamie laughed and caught her hands, holding them still as he continued to tease her. He soon knew he couldn't wait much longer and let her help him get undressed. She attacked his zipper and he sucked in a breath. His hand closed over hers.

"I'll get it," he said in a ragged voice.

"Now. Now. Now."

Jamie laughed again, then a strangled groan escaped his clenched teeth. He had to slow this down or it would be over before it even started. He got back on the bed and stopped her from pushing him to his back. Jamie straddled her left leg as he lifted her right leg over his left arm. He reached down with his right hand and positioned his erection to caress her slit. His knuckles rubbed her clit.

"Ohmigod! Jamie, please. I can't stand it." Jenny's hands were clenching the bedspread underneath her.

He continued to tease her clit until the moisture leaking from her coated them both. With one hard thrust, he entered her to the hilt. In this position, he went in straight and deep. Jenny muffled a strangled shriek with the pillow. Jamie emitted a low, smoky chuckle and leaned forward to pull the pillow away from her face. The slight change of position pressed her leg higher, opening her more to his thrusts. He was so deep she thought he would come out her throat. A moment later, she cried out and climaxed hard. A few thrusts later and Jamie followed her over the peak.

Breathing hard, he slowly withdrew and carefully pulled her into the curve of his body. She was asleep in minutes. Jamie smiled, pulled the blankets over them, and allowed himself a nap, too.

Oh no! Will the weekend be ruined?

Jenny started to stir about six that evening. Jamie asked if she was getting hungry and they were on their way to the Sports Bar by 7:30. There were several members of the team there and they ate with them. Jenny seemed to fit in effortlessly. Jamie was disappointed that he hadn't been able to introduce her to Scott, but told her that she would meet him tomorrow.

"You'll like Claire, his wife. In a way, the two of you are a lot like. I think you'll have a lot in common," Jamie said on the way back to the hotel.

Jenny had one slight pang of guilt and almost said 'what, she's having an affair, too', but shook off the guilt and smiled up at Jamie, pulling him down for a kiss. She was beginning to think she would have to choose. Her feelings for Jamie were more than just sex. Maybe they always had been.

As they were entering their room, Jamie lifted his hand and waved to a man coming out of the room down the hall from theirs.

"Hi, Greg."

Jenny tensed. Even though it had been thirty years, she was sure she knew this man. Jamie immediately noticed her change in posture.

"Hey, I'll get back with you later. I've got to get my lady to the little girl's room."

"What was that all about?" Jamie asked as soon as he had Jenny in the room. He pulled her into his arms as the door closed.

"Who was that man?" Jenny was amazed that Jamie had noticed her apprehension. She thought that Brian would never have noticed, or cared about her feelings if he did.

"Greg Lawson. I work with him. He's on the team, too." Jamie replied, looking down into her gorgeous green eyes. Jenny visibly shuddered in his arms.

"I know him. I went to school with him. I don't know if he knows I married Brian or not, but he'll probably remember me, too. I went to a dance with him. He'll know my maiden name and he'll probably know Brian's name, even though Brian was a senior when we were freshmen. I shouldn't have come."




Wishes Do Come True



You had me kneel in front of you, placing the collar around my neck. It felt so good to once again have it around my neck, to know that I am yours and that I'm expected to fulfill your every desire. 

After climbing onto the bed, sitting back against the pillows against the headboard you ask, "Do you remember what I want you to do?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I reply eagerly looking lovingly into your eyes, "You want me to cum on your tits, spread it around with my cockhead, then lick them clean for you."

"Very good!" You smile back. "And why do I want you to do this for me?"

"Because I am yours to direct for your pleasure, because you like me to be your cumslut, because it pleases you, Ma'am." I answer a little sheepishly, "And because I enjoy serving you this way, too."

"Climb up here and let's get started then," you order sexily. As I straddle your body, you notice that my hard cock is already starting to drip. "This won't do," you say as you take it in your mouth, running your tongue across my cockhead, tasting my precum. 

I run my fingers through your beautiful auburn hair, careful not to tug or to try to control your actions without permission. I know that you love my hands in your hair, though, and know that it will please you. As I do this, you place your hands on my thighs sliding them around to the back and up to my ass cheeks; squeezing them lovingly and giving them each a playful swat. I moan, "Thank you, Ma'am."

You then begin squeezing and stroking my ass as your mouth slides slowly up and down my shaft. You know the effect this will have on me - causing me to build up more cum. 

Your mouth comes completely off my cock and you lick down the underside to my balls, licking each one before taking one in your mouth. You gently suck it between your lips, playing with it with your tongue; then repeating it all with the other. 

"Very smooth, cumslut," you say as your mouth comes off my ball. Your tongue slides back up and down my shaft a few times before you scoop more precum from the leaking tip. 

"Thank you, Ma'am." I moan again as you tease my cock and stroke my ass. "I'm happy to stay smooth-shaven for you."

I gasp on the last word as you've slid a finger between my ass cheeks and pressed it slightly into my ass, "I see you applied the lube to your ass after cleansing it for me." You smile wickedly as you work half the finger into my ass. My cock twitches in your mouth as you do. 

"Ungh! Yes, Ma'am." I moan again as you begin working the finger, then a second, in and out of my ass as you still lick and suck on my cock. 

Suddenly, your mouth is off my cock and your fingers pop out of my ass. I look down wondering if I've done something wrong or for a new direction. "Stroke your cock with one hand and pinch your nipples with the other. I want to see those nipples pulled out from that chest, too!" you smile, but sternly. 

As I eagerly comply with your latest demands, you slide your hand under the other pillow, bring out lube and your feeldoe. My eyes widen as I realize what's going to happen next. My cock swells in my hand with added excitement. 

"Lick," is all you say as you hold the dildo end up to my face. I do as I'm told, licking around the head, then up and down the shaft. "I may just have you do that with a real cock sometime." My cock twitches in my hand again, letting you know that your dirty talk excites me. 

You squirt lube onto the feeldoe, using the fingers that had been in my ass to spread it completely around on the shaft, then those fingers are pressed back into my ass to deliver the rest of the lube to where it's needed. 

"Don't waste that precum!" you scold as a large drop is about to drip onto you. I quickly scoop it up with my fingers and suck it into my mouth as I'm always expected to do while masturbating. I love the sweet creamy taste of my precum and you know it. It turns you on as much as it does me. 

As my hand begins stroking my cock again, I feel the head of the feeldoe pressed against my asshole. "mmmm..." I moan as my hips involuntarily press my ass back against it. You keep it from going in, knowing this would be my reaction, lightly circling my asshole with the tip. 

"Say it." sternly. 

"Please, Ma'am." almost a whimper. 

"Say it!" commandingly, as your free hand slaps against an ass cheek. At the same time, you've pressed the head into my ass. 

"Please, Ma'am. Please fuck my ass with your cock and make me cum hard for yooou!" I plead hungrily, submissively. 

The last word climbs in pitch as you shove the feeldoe quickly but gently up into my ass. "You like for me to take your ass, don't you cumslut? You like the feel of my different cocks in your ass, don't you? You love it when my hips are thrusting in and out of your ass, too, don't you, cumslut?"

"Yes, Ma'am! I love for you to use my ass for your pleasure! I love my ass to be filled and stretched!" You're working it in and out of my ass in tempo with my strokes now. 

"Precum." I look down into your eyes as I coat my fingers in it, raise them to my lips, and suck hungrily to clean them. I can see the lust, love and pleasure in your eyes as you play with one of your nipples. I scoop up another helping of precum as your hand slides down to start playing with your smooth-shaven pussy. 

Knowing that you are now playing with your pussy turns me on even more. As my precum starts flowing more freely from the prostate stimulation caused by the feeldoe sliding in and out of my ass, your wrap your lips around my cockhead and start sucking on it. I'm jerking my cock in sync still with what you're doing to my ass, pinching and tugging on my nipples as I do. 

"Oh God, Ma'am! Thank you! I can feel my cum building! Unnngh!" I moan as I feel the phallus bottom out in my ass. 

You take your mouth off my cock suddenly, "Make sure you don't cum in my mouth, Lover. Remember, I have a job for my cumslut!" Your mouth goes back onto my cockhead as I keep stroking and bucking my hips back and forth to meet your thrusts.

"Ungh! Yes! Ungh! Ma'am! Unnngh!" I moan as I know my cum is barely being held back at this point. I can hear your fingers as they squish in your sopping wet pussy. This pushes me closer still.

Suddenly, you pull your mouth off my cockhead with a plop. I look into your eyes with surprise just as you turn on the vibrator in the feeldoe, on it's highest setting and pressing it as deeply in my ass as you can. 

"Oh... My... God...!" I exclaim as my cock begins jerking and shooting creamy cum on your tits. I'm careful to make sure they both receive some. You turn the vibrator back off, then guide one of my hands back to the base, replacing your hand with mine. 

"I want you to keep that in there, work it in and out some as you lick my tits clean, my sexy cumslut," you instruct before taking my cock in your mouth to capture the little bit of cum still hanging on the tip. 

"Yes, Ma'am," I respond as I slide down to straddle your thighs. I catch some of my cum as it's about to drop from a nipple, sucking on your nipple hungrily a bit, nipping it as I release it. You moan in satisfaction, watching me lick my cum from your breasts, scooping it with my tongue, savoring it, swallowing it as I know you love me to do. 

"Suck on my other nipple, too," you direct. I do so, glad to please you as needed. As I slurp and lick the rest of my cum from your chest, you ask, "Do you know why I had you keep the feeldoe in your ass, my wonderful hungry little cumslut?"

"Umm... No Ma'am. I have no idea," I lie just a bit, playing along with the teasing that we both so enjoy with each other. 

"Lick my pussy some and make sure I'm nice and wet. If you make me cum, I'll reward you," you say with a wicked, naughty, sexy smile on your face - my favorite smile of yours. 

Your pussy is already so very juicy wet that it's running down to that gorgeous tasty rosebud that I also love to service for Ma'am as often as she desires. I run my tongue up your thigh as you pull your legs up a bit toward your chest to give me better access. As I swirl my tongue around your asshole and dip into it to get your juices, you moan with your own pleasure. 

"Oh, such a naughty boy!" you exclaim. "Stay there for a bit. Show Ma'am how much you love eating her ass. Mmmmm... That's it! Stick that tongue in as deep as you can! Oh! Ungh! Mmmmm."

As I tongue fuck your sweet delicious ass, more juices run down to feed me, joining my cum on my mustache and beard, coating the tip of my nose as well. The smell of your arousal, the taste of your ass and juices, has my cock already starting to stir again. 

"Ooooh, Baby, that feels sooo good! I may just have to have you fuck my ass later!" you sigh as I get my tongue in as deep as I can, my nose pressed into your pussy. "Of course, I'm going to slip the bulb end of the feeldoe in my tight wet pussy in a few minutes and fuck YOUR ass first!"

My cock twitches and grows harder at the thought of you fucking my ass. The "mmmm" that escapes your lips tells me that you've seen my cock twitch and know that I'm excited to be fucked by you - a desire that you'd never gotten to even try with any other man. You grab my ears, gently tugging my head up to your juicy pussy.

Your labia are swollen and darkened, the inside a beautiful shade of pink, as I run my tongue from bottom to top, flicking my tongue across your clit before taking a lip between mine, tugging it gently, savoring your taste on it. I quickly lick as much of your juices as I can, grinding my nose against your clit. 

Knowing your body and that there will be a prize for making you cum, I lap at your pink juicy inner folds a bit more, then shift my attention to sucking on your clit, nibbling on it, sliding a couple of fingers into your pussy. You taste so damn good - I could do this for hours. 

"Mmmmm... you are so good at that," you moan as I savor your clit between my lips. I curl my fingers, seeking that certain special spot. "Oh my, you... are... determined,... aren't... you?" you gasp out. "Make me cum, my talented sub!"

I suck even harder on your clit, sliding my two fingers in and out of your pussy, and adding a finger to your ass too. Your gasps and moans are becoming more rapid and shallow, your strong sexy thighs are now squeezing my head, your heals digging into my shoulder blades. 

"Yes! Oh yes! Ungh! Oh! Mmmmm..." You are pinching and tugging on your nipples, squeezing your breasts, as I work on your pussy. It won't be long now. I start flicking my tongue rapidly across your clit as I keep it engulfed in my mouth, my fingers still curled in your pussy.

"Oh! Ungh! Yes! YES! Yeeessss!" you cry out as your orgasm takes over. Your thighs clench my head even harder, your heels digging into my shoulders as you arch your back and coat my face and hand in your delicious glorious juices. Your head goes back in ecstasy and you pull and twist your nipples as you reach the pinnacle of your orgasm. As your thighs clamp down harder on my head, I take your clit gently between my teeth and flick it with my tongue even harder and faster. "Oh... my... god...! Yes...! Oh! Ungh! Ungh! Aaaaah!"

"Oh, my hot hungry sub, you did a wonderful job making me cum," you smile lovingly as you pull my face to yours, kissing me and tasting both my cum and yours on my lips. "Mmmmm... We taste so good together. Why don't you stay right where you are while I move around behind you..."

"Yes, Ma'am," I try not to sound too eager. You slide out from under me, running a finger from my shoulder, down my back to my ass cheek as you move into position. I can feel the goosebumps form along the trail. 

"This feeldoe looks so hot in your ass... And I'm so tempted to spank it til it's red," you say as your lubing your end of it, wiggling it in my ass on purpose to tease me. "But I'm anxious to fuck your tight ass. Besides you'll either do or say something later to give me a good reason, won't you?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I respond, thinking of how good it feels when you spank my bare ass, how wet you usually get doing it, how much I drip; and also thinking of how you usually have me make love to you while you keep it warmed...

"It'll be easier if I take this out a moment to get it in me. I want you to reach back with both hands and use a couple of fingers to hold your ass open as I pull out." I am happy to comply as I reach back, a finger on each hand ready to hold my gaping ass open as you ease out the feeldoe. 

"Look at that hot open ass with two fingers in it and room for me to squirt some lube in it!" But before you do, I feel your cheeks against the back of my hands, your tongue wiggling in my spread open ass.

"Mmmmm..." we moan in unison as you quickly press your nose against the base of my spine, your tongue as deep in my ass as it will go. This is something we both agreed on early on when discussing turn-ons and kink - asses are to be played with orally as much as possible. Nearly daily cleansing of each other is just another part of foreplay for the two of us. "Tell me what you want, my handsome, sexy manslut!"

I am all to eager to answer the correct way at this point. My ass belongs to you and I need what you want and need just as much as you, "Please, Ma'am. Please fuck my ass with your long hard cock. Please use my ass for your pleasure!"

I hear the feeldo's bulbous end slip into your pussy just before I feel the addition of some cool lube squirting between my fingers into my open ass. Oh, it feels so good, especially knowing what you're about to do. As you get into position behind me, I steal a glance in the mirror on the dresser beside the bed. Our eyes lock in lust, love and desire as you press your cockhead into my opening, my fingers sliding back out of the way as you begin to slide an inch or two into my ass. 

"Mmmmm..." I moan as you wiggle that first little bit around in my ass. You tease with a couple of short in and out strokes, but since you'd been toying with it while I masturbated for you and then had me keep it in there while cleaning you, you know I'm ready... "Ungh! Ooooh!" I moan as you grab my hips, pulling back on them as you thrust your cock all the way into my ass in one hard fast thrust. 

"You like it when I take you deep, don't you, slut?" You're staying in deep, making short thrusts of an inch or two in and out of my ass.

"Mmmmm... Yes, Ma'am." I'd been fucked in the long before with a strapon, but never the way I have with you. With you, it feels wonderful, sensual, loving - though at times you take me passionately like an animal. 

You pull back until just the head of your fake cock is in my ass, making short teasing strokes in and out. This is payback for when I do the same with your pussy. Looking into the mirror, I see the evil smile on your face and you can see my desire. Your smile is replaced by a playful surprised look as you suddenly thrust all the way in again. "I will admit, I DO love it when you tease me like that. Do you like it too?" You ask as you lean forward, your hard nipples lightly touching my back as you reach forward to play with mine.

"Yes, Ma'am, I love it too. I'm glad it pleases you when I do it to you as well. Ah! Mmmmm..." I finish with a gasp and a moan as you tug, twist and pull on my nipples, grinding your hips into my ass. 

"I'm going to pull out for a minute. When I do, I want you to grab the pillow, roll over, slide it under your ass, and pull your legs up and back for me. I want to finish looking into your sexy blue eyes."

"Yes, Ma'am." How can I be anything but eager to comply? I fell in love with you long before we met in person, fell even deeper the first time I looked into your beautiful green eyes. Knew I had to have you for life after the first time we made love and 69'd afterwards. I quickly do as you've requested, your cock sliding back into my ass as I pull my legs back. 

"Play with your nipples for me," You grab each thigh near the knee and begin long slow thrusts. I begin tugging, twisting and rubbing my nipples as I know you like. My cock is half erect from all the prostate stimulation, leaking precum all over my lower abdomen. 

You reach down with one hand, scoop up some precum on your fingertips, rub it on each nipple, then press those finger tips to my lips. I greedily open my mouth and lick and suck them clean, just as we both love me to do. The next scoop gets rubbed on your own nipples and licked off your own fingers. "Mmmmm... No wonder you licked my titties so clean. You taste wonderful today."

You reach down and grab my ass cheeks next, my legs suspended by your body being pressed against them, my legs wrapping slightly around you. Your thrusts become more passionate, deeper and harder. The look on your face tells me the other end of the feeldoe is working its magic inside of you. "You really do enjoy this, don't you?" Your tone says you ask it partly as my Domme, but partly as my true love. 

"Yes, Ma'am... Ungh... And I love even more when I know it excites you. I love you! Ungh..."

You thrust hard and fast after my answer, closing your eyes for a few moments as you really get into what you're doing. I watch the emotions, concentration, and lust play across your face and watch your perky tits jiggle, your nipples hard, as you get completely lost in fucking my ass. 

When your eyes re-open, I can see the lust, the love, the passion for us and for what we're experiencing - all displayed in your eyes. You release your grip on my ass. Your thrusts slow, and then you stop as you complete another slow thrust into my ass, your hips pressed tightly against my ass. You rock and twist your hips against me, much as I do when I'm inside you. 

"Can you hold your legs and play with my breasts?" you ask. 

"I think so," I use my elbows to support my thighs as my hands wrap around your breasts, my thumbs and index fingers beginning to play with your nipples. 

"Oh god! That's it!" you moan as I do. "Things are going to get really hot now!" As you say this, you wrap one hand around my precum-slickened cock and start stroking it, your other hand snaking back and under you to turn on the built-in vibrator. 

"Oh god! Aaaaah!" I exclaim as the vibrations work their way from my anal ring inward to my prostate and on to the base of my cock. 

"I want you to cum when I tell you to," you say, looking me sternly, lustfully, in the eye; the passion showing deep in your eyes.

"Ungh... Yes, Ma'am... Please make it soon..." I moan, lost in the sensations you're giving me through all of my senses. 

The next few minutes are lost in a blur as you buck your hips, thrusting in and out of me, stroking my cock in time with your thrusts, my hands and fingers rapidly teasing your tits and nipples. 

"Oh god, I'm about to cum!" you shout. "Cum with me! Ungh! Aaaah!"

You thrust deeply one last time, I can feel your pussy's spasms as they cause your phallus to twitch in my ass. "Yes! Ungh! Aaaah!" My cock starts spurting cum, some of it reaching my chest, my ass clenching your stiff cock buried in my ass, causing me to cum even harder. We both are loudly moaning for several seconds as our orgasms roll on until I'm covered in my cum and your juices have coated your thighs, my ass, and the sheets.

You smile lovingly at me, satisfied with the orgasms we just shared, "This won't do," you say as your fingers scoop up some of the cum about to trickle over my side. You raise your fingers towards my mouth, then quickly stick them in your own.

"Now for that reward I promised earlier," you say as you ease your cock first out of your ass, then out of your pussy, dropping it onto the foot of the bed. You then lick the cum from my cock and quickly begin licking the rest of it from my belly, the little bit off my chest, then a quick suckle of both of my nipples before snuggling up to me, kissing me, sharing my cum with me again. 




Wishes Do Come True



"Happy belated birthday!" you smile. "I love you. Did your wish come true?"

"Wishes DO come true! I think I'll keep that candle for next year." I pull you closer to me, your head on my shoulder and chest. "I love you, too. But I have to make a confession..."

"Yes?" you ask, sounding a bit concerned.

"My wish had two parts," I smile lustfully at you.

"Rest first, then we'll see about that..." and we both smile, satisfied and happy, content as we drift off to sleep.