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Away Day Ch. 03

By: charlybananna



Chapter Three – A Sigh Of Relief

Jackie:

The guilt fell over me like a dark cloud. I drove quickly away from the Motel, my heart heavy. Why had I allowed this to happen? Why was I once again going down a dead end street with George? 

“When will I grow up and act responsibly?” I heard myself talking to myself. I pounded the steering wheel in frustration and anger with my weakness.

I drove around town for a while, letting the bad feelings subside. Perhaps I was justifying my behavior, I don’t know. 

A very good orgasm is wonderfully relaxing, but a slump in spirits can follow it. Slowly I realized that this was what was happening to me. My mind slipped over the events since I met George. How nice it had been to be with him, how gentle he could be when he wanted to.

“He was so cute when he came between my breasts,” again talking to myself, I looked around to see if anyone was looking. It really was a high to see what an effect I could have on him. He was wild with excitement and it showed in his face and in the thrusting rigidity of his body.

“And his cock is .. well, amazing!” I laughed out loud. I couldn’t help it, I just laughed with pleasure thinking how it felt in my mouth. I just couldn’t help thinking about it. It was long, quite long. 

“And curved. Curved like a banana!” I whispered in a questioning tone. I hadn’t seen all that many penises, and I didn’t know that they were sometimes curved. I found myself moving my lips in various ways trying to recall what it had felt like as my lips slipped over the bulging head and then closed around it. And his foreskin had slipped back and made him bare to my tongue. The man behind me honked to remind me that the light had changed. 

“If you only knew, what I was daydreaming about!” I said into the mirror. I also noticed that George had chewed the lipstick off me rather unevenly. 

I pulled into the car park at the grocery store and did a hurried repair job. I smiled into the mirror, in spite of myself. I searched for telltale love bite marks on my neck. I was ashamed to find a pleased look in my eyes as I found a distinct red welt just below my ear.

Suddenly I knew that there would be another time. It was inevitable. I was even starting to build a case in favor of it. It would definitely be just the one more time, though. Just to finish it off, once and for all.

The thought of meeting again was exciting. The image of George’s long curving cock was like a movie running in my mind. It had been so hard and so tensely erect when I kissed it. Its entire length looked stretched, taut, and eager. It was like a rampant animal with a life of it’s own.

‘And when he came! Ohmigod, there was so much. Like a flood of warm hot cream!” I heard myself say. As I recalled the spurting flow of cream over my breasts and the first splash on my face, I could feel the moisture building between my legs. 

I grinned sheepishly, again hoping no one was observing me. Here I was as getting wet between the legs and wearing no panties! 

“ What will he think of me leaving my panties tucked under his pillow?” I wondered. I had become a complete tramp. And it was fun.

“But, if I do meet him again, it must be for the last time!” I said firmly.

It occurred to me that I needed a few items of groceries and I walked into the store. I felt the cool air on my bare bottom as I strode with a new youthfulness in my step. I moved quickly through the store aisles and picked up a few items. Then as I neared the checkout line, I passed a display island containing bunches of bananas. I stood examining one of the larger bunches. Suddenly, I could feel my face redden as I realized that I was comparing the large banana to George’s Curved penis. I dropped the bunch of bananas into the cart and hurried to the check-out lane. 

Chad was out for the evening and I went to bed early. Reading didn’t put me to sleep and I tossed and turned with my thoughts. In a rush, I hurled back the covers and almost ran down the stairs to the kitchen. When I returned, I was carrying the largest and firmest of the bananas. I told myself that I was just hungry, but it wasn’t so.

Back under the covers, I slipped the large fruit between my thighs and imagined that it was George. I shuddered with the pleasure the thought gave me. The condoms were buried deep in the back of Chad’s nightstand and I rummaged noisily through the other bric-a-brac until I found one. I struggled with the packet, sitting tensely on the side of the bed. Slowly, I unrolled the condom down the large banana and fondled its new velvet-like feel.

George’s cock had been about the same size, it seemed to me. I imagined him between my widespread legs and nuzzled the blunt end of the banana against my vagina. Slowly, I pressed and it slipped into my vagina, wet with my sex juices. With eyes closed and I slipped the long, firm banana deeper and deeper, holding it at last by the very end of the condom roll.

“That’s what he would feel like!” I thought, guiltily. 

The curve of his prick would touch all along my tunnel and then at the same time be pressed against my clit. A long shuddering orgasm began in my tummy and soon radiated until a warm glow surrounded the imagined cock as it slid in and out of my pussy. In and out, over and over, slowly, then faster, then rapidly thrusting against my squirming pussy. Until at last, my second orgasm of the day at George’s hand left me comfortably sleepy. 

I stripped off the rubber and slipped it under the pillow. I peeled the banana’s skin back, pretending it was George’s foreskin, and began eating his cock in the dark. A smile of contentment went unseen by anyone but me.

“Tramp!” I muttered to myself.

George:

“Yes, OK. Sure, I understand, just .. well never mind, I’ll work it out somehow. I think there’s a four O’clock flight, I can be there by about 9PM.” I replaced the receiver, the disappointment showing on my face.

“What’s the matter, George?” Ellen, the secretary, noticed my expression.

“Oh, nothing really. I have to cut the visit short, that’s all.” 

I forced a smile. She would have assumed I was concerned about the work. I pondered what her reaction would be if I were to tell her that I was disappointed not to get one more chance at fucking Jackie.

After changing the reservation, I found I had two hours to spare. I walked down the hall for a little privacy and dialed Jackie on my cell phone.

I waited with one finger poised to cut off the call if anyone but Jackie answered.

“Hello?” 

“Oh, hi! It’s me!”

“Oh, hello.” She said quietly, giving no indication of how she felt.

“Can you talk?”

“Not exactly.” Obviously she couldn’t talk. Someone must be there.

“It’s important. Besides, I want to thank you for the gift you left!”

I heard her stifle a giggle at the other end. “Really? I’m a little tied up just now.”

“Well, I really need, .. .. need to talk .. .. need you .. “ I started.

“Listen, I don’t think I can, really.”

My heart sank a little deeper into disappointment. 

“It’s important!”

“Well, .. can you call back, .. in ten minutes?”

“Sure, OK. Ten minutes exactly.

“OK, then.” The click of the receiver was hollow in my ear. I wondered what the hell I was so disappointed about. It was just a piece of ass!

Ten minutes, I started to dial and then stopped myself. I steeled myself for another two minutes and then dialed her number again. 

“Let’s see how anxious she is,” I muttered to myself.

I stared out the window. The phone rang only once and I heard her voice.

“Hello?” she said.

“It’s me!”

“You’re late.” She said.

“Sorry, but I’m glad you noticed.” 

I heard her stifled laugh. “You are such a rat. You always were!” she said. “What is so important?”

“I have to leave this afternoon instead of tomorrow, Jackie. I really wanted to see you again before I had to leave.”

There was silence at the other end.

“Are you disappointed too?” I asked.

“Uh, maybe it’s for the best, George. Maybe it’s the way it’s meant to be. We have trouble .. you know, trouble stopping .. “

“Yes, but it’s always so nice until we do, isn’t it?” I said, screwing up my courage a bit.

“Well of course it’s nice, I’m not denying it, but it’s also wrong, isn’t it?”

“Jackie, I have a couple hours. .. .. Is there .. can we just have a cup of coffee to say good-bye? Just a cup of coffee?”

“Hmmmm, I .. “

“Come on Jackie, just a cup of coffee. My flight is at 5 PM, how can we get in trouble in just a couple hours?”

Jackie guffawed at that.

“Well?” I said, wheedling a little. “You know what I did with the present you left under my pillow?”

“ ..  What?” I heard her quiet giggle.

“Mmmmm, I pressed them close to my nose and inhaled the perfume of your body, Jackie. I felt you under the nylon, the softness of you. And it was wonderful. Made me incredibly hard.” I was whispering softly for effect.

“Did you?” she asked in a small voice.

“Yes, and then do you know what happened?”

“No, what?”

“I rubbed them against my cock and thought of you.”

“Hmmmm.” She said quietly.

“So, can we just have a coffee? You know how upset it makes me, wanting you and not being able to have you. Can’t we just have a coffee?

“Oh, all right, George. I guess I can trust us in a public place.”

“How about the airport? In the coffee shop?”

“OK, but remember, there could be people I know there, too.”

“Absolutely. I understand. What time?” I said, my voice suitably concerned.

“In about 30 minutes?”

I pretended to continue reading my paper as I saw her approaching. She was wearing a short white skirt and a sleeveless blue and white checked top. Her white high heels clicked toward me until she was standing next to me. My hand slipped quickly along her thigh under the skirt. I looked up with my best devilish smile. Jackie’s eyes widened and she swiveled her head looking to see if anyone was looking. 

She looked down at me with a mock stern look. My hand found the firm thigh under taut nylons. A little higher and I realized she wore pantyhose. Even so, a brief touch of her mound under the nylon was enough to arouse me considerably.

“I’d better sit over there!” She chided.

“Do you really need a cup of coffee?” I asked, waving for the check.

We walked slowly down the concourse until I found a series of vacant gate areas and pulled her into one of them. We were soon pressed tight together. I could feel the skirt and taut nylon of her pantyhose against my leg and soft breasts against my chest. I searched for her tongue, but found her teeth closed at first.

I slipped my hand lower on her back and pressed her close. Slowly, she revolved her body and straddled my extended leg. Jackie opened her mouth to my probing and I felt her gently dry humping against my thigh. My cock was rigid and pressed against her inner thigh.

She broke away from the kiss and looked at me.

“You said we would behave ourselves, I believe.” She said, a reluctant smile on her bright red lips.

“What do you expect, when you look so gorgeous. What do you expect after leaving me all alone last night with just your panties? And me feeling them in my pocket all the time you took to get here?”

“You did not!” she said sharply, but the glimmer of pleasure was not covered up.

I took her hand and led it into my pocket and the pink panties. She felt them as if making sure they were really hers. And leaned back in my arms, pressing her mound hard against my thigh.

“You devil!” She said. She left her hand in my pocket and I nudged my cock so that she would feel it.

“Oh! My god, you’re hard again!” she whispered hoarsely in my ear. Her fingers moved along my length.

I went to the aisle and looked up and down to make sure we were likely to be alone for a few minutes, and then returned to grab her tightly to me once more. Our tongues were exploring each other immediately, and I felt her suck on mine for a moment.

I slipped my hand up along her body and felt her arm trap my hand against her body so that I was cupping her big breast. I stoked it and then massaged the nipple. Her tongue twirled around my mouth and her nipple hardened in my grip. Slowly, I slipped that hand away from her breast and heard her murmur something.

My hand slid down over the soft little bulge of her tummy and down the front of her skirt, searching for the top of her pantyhose. Jackie cooperated by sucking in her tummy and my fingers slipped inside the elastic of her pantyhose and dove under the elastic of her panties.

The thatch of hair felt familiar under my hand, even though it had been a long time since I had felt it. Struggling against the waistbands of panties and pantyhose, my finger found her moist slit and then her clit. I could feel it harden at my touch. And then the smooth creamy richness of her juices lubricated my exploration.

We stood like that and I felt her part her legs slightly, letting me extend my hand and finger deeper. Slowly I teased her clit while Jackie sucked on my tongue and pressed her lovely body closer. I would have taken her right there, but she wasn’t having anything more daring. 

And so, I probed and twirled her clitoris and the entry to her wet pussy through the sodden thatch of hair until I felt her tense up and tense again, thrusting her mound hard against my hand and thigh. 

“Oh .. oh .. ohhh. .. ah!” she sighed into my ear. 

She bit hard on my ear lobe and I felt her shudder hard against me and then sag in my arms.

As her orgasm finished, my flight was announced over the loud speaker.

“Is that yours?” she said panic in her voice.

“The hell with it.” I muttered.

“NO! You have to go, George. I told you we couldn’t be trusted! We have to stop this, you know!” In spite of the words, it was written on her face that she didn’t want it that way either.

“How can I walk onto the plane like this?”

Jackie looked down with a wide grin at the way my cock thrust against my pants.

“Cold shower?” she asked brightly.

“Right.” 

We walked toward the other concourse and I resigned myself once again to an unsatisfied need.

“You had better wash your hands, George!” she whispered. “I’m afraid that won’t smell very good. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, no! I’m going to have your smell in my nostrils all the way home, Jackie! You’re taste, as well!” She squeezed my arm hard and grinned happily down the hallway. 

“I’ll be back in a month .. ..” I said, the question unspoken.

Jackie looked down. “But, .. ..”

“No butts. We have to see each other!”

She nodded slowly. “Maybe. Let me think about it. You do the same. OK? Don’t make me answer right now.”

I nodded with a knowing smile and headed toward the security doorway. 

“George!” she called.

I went back expectantly and leaned forward for her whispered message. 

“I hope the magazine is wrong about those machines making you impotent!” she said, then pushed gently against my cock so that no one would notice.

I went through the device and turned to wave, holding my briefcase in front of me. 

“I think I’m OK?” I called to her. I watched her smile, wave and then turn on a pointed heel and click away from me.

I spent the next two hours nursing the worst case of lover’s balls I had ever had. 

“What is a guy at my age doing with lover’s nuts?” I muttered.

“Pardon me?” my seatmate said.

I shook my head at his question and put the newspaper over my lap to cover my discomfort.

Away Day Ch. 04



Chapter Four  Embers Re-kindled

Jackie:

Driving away from the airport, I was once again feeling very guilty.  Sneaking around behind my husband’s back was something I had thought I would never do, let along have a groping session in an airport hallway.  My good Catholic upbringing was shocked and somewhat troubled.

“What has gotten into me?” I shouted as I drove onto the expressway.

I saw the humor in my last comment, and smiled to myself.   What had NOT gotten into me was what George had HIS heart set on getting into me!  The feel of it against my leg lingered in my memory.  My panties were completely wet, of course, so well had his finger urged me to the heights of orgasm.

“It felt so good!” I heard myself mutter as an eighteen-wheeler whizzed past me throwing up a light mist from the afternoon rain.  I speeded up to stay with traffic.  Thinking about that orgasm had the effect of taking my mind off my driving and my speed had drifted down to a lazy stroll.

“But it is so .. .. wrong!” I muttered, speeding up to overtake the truck once more.

“Next time I am going to make sure it is JUST a cup of COFFEE!” I heard myself say.  With resignation, I admitted to myself that I was already thinking that there would be a next time.  That was the end of my self-lecture. Chad had made it home ahead of me.  I thought about what I should say about what I had been doing.  With me dressed in heels and hose, he would surely wonder.  I would normally be in sweat pants and shirt at this time.

I practiced my little story that there had been a women’s club meeting and it had lasted a bit longish.  It sounded good in my mind.

Chad was buried in the newspaper when I closed the door behind me.  He barely looked up, and said nothing about my dress, apparently didn’t even notice.

“Hi, I got home a bit early, want to have dinner out?” He said in greeting from behind the paper.

So, my perfect cover story was not even needed.  There were no questions from my husband.  Not even the curiosity to ask.  

“Why does he assume that I wouldn’t be doing something on the side?” I asked myself.  “Does he think I’ve lost my sexual attraction?  That I’m too old to attract anyone else?  Hmmmf!”  But, I said nothing.

“I can be talked into someone else cooking,” I said.  Whenever you’re ready!”  I said, alluding to my already being dressed for an occasion.  “The kids will be OK on their own. I’ll order pizza for them.”

On the way to our favorite restaurant, I continued pouring over the quandary that was pressing my mind.  

“Why, I wondered, did it bother me that my husband was not showing any anxiety over the thing that I was feeling so totally guilt-ridden about?”  I tried to shake the thought.  After all, it was natural it would be on my mind, but he didn’t know, so how could it be on his mind?  But that didn’t work.  I was still miffed about it.

It occurred to me that the best sex Chad and I had had in the last six months was the recent play-acting my teen sexual activities. Wow, talk about irony!  It had made Chad very, very excited playing the part of George.  

“Well, it made both of us excited,” I corrected myself.  But the point was more a question of why Chad would have been so much more interested in me that night after not showing much interest in months?  It was a very troubling line of thought and I couldn’t get it out of my mind.

“George, “ I began as the waiter served our desert.  “I mean, Chad, .. ..”

Chad looked over the rim of his cup and grinned.  

“Freudian slip?  That was a great night! Hmmmmmm?” he said.

“ .. I’m sorry, no, no, it is not a Freudian slip!”  My cheeks were burning with embarrassment, though.  And Chad couldn’t let it lie there.

“Sure about that?  I was pretty good in that role I thought!  Taking George’s place between your pretty legs!” He spoke in a quiet tone so the next table wouldn’t hear, but gave the impression that it was just normal dinner conversation.  He was even excited to be getting by with talking dirty within earshot of strangers about the subject. Chad had slipped off his shoe and his foot was tracing along my leg.

He was making me angry now, and I nearly lost the point I wanted to make.

“How do you feel about the other night, since you brought it up?  I’m curious how you feel about us pretending that another man is, .. .. well, you know, .. ..” I stumbled off into silence.

“I thought it was great!”

This conversation was not going very well, I thought.  I think men and women ARE from two different planets!

“But, .. .. Don’t you feel .. concerned or anything about us thinking about that?”

“No, why should we?  It’s not real, just fantasy.” He seemed completely settled on the answer.  I parted my legs slightly, feeling his foot slip under my skirt.  I looked down to see that it was all covered by the long tablecloth.

“Well, just suppose .. ..”  I decided I was in deep water and stopped for a sip of coffee.  “Wow, that’s hot!”

“You said it, I didn’t!” he laughed heartily, saying it was another of my Freudian slips.

I decided to laugh it off and giggled along with him as his toes snuggled against my pussy, still safely sheathed in pantyhose.  The long white tablecloth covered our sexual antics as his foot pressed against the spot where just two hours before, another man’s hand had given me so much pleasure.

Chad took my aborted question a little too easily for comfort and I gave up and let it drop.  The question still lingered in my mind, though.  I guess I really wanted him to be a little jealous.

I guess if he had shown some of that concern, I might have been stronger in rejecting George’s eager requests.  In my heart, I knew that I was making excuses for my own weakness, though.

“But, .. .. are you saying that I really should .. ..?”  I persisted.

“Should what.  Oh, have it on with George?” he whispered, dropping his voice from prying ears.

George looked at me levelly.  He thought it over.  Considering his answer.  George really should not have taken that long to answer.  He really shouldn’t have!

“No, .. .. No, I’m not saying that.  Not really.”  He looked down at his plate before speaking again, and then took a fork full of Apple tart and leaned across to feed it to me.  I opened my mouth and tasted the rich sweet dessert, crunchy on top, with Pistachio gelato over it.

“Well, what then?  Mmmhhhm that’s good, isn’t it?”

His brow furrowed and he looked at me carefully.

“I guess my thought about it is that, with such an intense love, .. that went awry, .. .. it could burst into flames pretty easily, pretty understandably.”  He paused, his eyes glued on mine.

“Oh, Chad, that was long ago.  I’m over that.  Surely you know that.  I love you!”

“Yes, of course, I know you do.  I’m just being realistic.  I’m sort of glad we moved away, though.  I mean, with such an intense love that came so close to being the ‘be-all and end-all’ .. .. if the right situation presented itself?  I say it would be hard for those two people to resist.  That’s all I’m saying.  You know what I mean?  I mean, whoever they are! Me, you, anyone!”

“I suppose.  But I’m not sure I really understand your interest, your intensity when we play-act about George and me in the back seat of that 53 Chevy! Dammit!”

“1957, he corrected1” triumphantly correcting me.  Red Convertible with a 285 HP engine, zero to 60 in eleven seconds. That is if you hadn’t been putting the brakes on things.  Throwing cold water on poor old George!”  He guffawed at his cleverness.  He really shouldn’t have done that either.  After all, it had been pretty serious back then.  I didn’t like being laughed at.

He quieted down. I think he sensed that I was no longer responding.  It was Chad who started it up again.

“It’s like sitting by a dying fire on the beach.  You sit there and it’s smoking; but only a few embers are glowing! The smoke is burning your eyes and you think about moving to the other side, but you know the smoke will just follow you anyway, so you sit there.  You sit there on your damned log and suffer.  And then suddenly, out of nowhere, a little breeze starts up! It blows away the smoke and BINGO, there is a beautiful little flame where the glowing ember had been!”

Chad could always find a clever way of looking at things, finding something that was similar.

‘I’m just realistic! I KNOW it could happen if the right set of circumstances happened.”

I looked down at my plate, toying with my fork.  I wasn’t sure if he was saying it would be OK with him if I fucked George or not.  Still more importantly, I couldn’t figure out which way I wanted the answer to come down.

His toes felt nice against my pussy, though.

“Oh, Chad, that’s not so!” It was a halfhearted reply.

“Do you really mean that you think you could resist?  If the situation were just right?  If no one would know?  If no one was going to be hurt?  I think even my dear sweet wife, would be tempted, don’t you?”  

Chad should have been a lawyer.  He was relentless in things like this. I continued looking down as I frowned and shook my head negatively. 

“And, it would be OK with you?  I can’t believe that .. .. quite.” I said.

“That’s a hard question. I don’t think I want to have to deal with that one.” He laughed.

But he had not said ‘NO’, I thought to myself.  And that breeze was indeed blowing across my beach right now; my ember was being kindled, even now.  Was the flame going to flare up and burn us?

Our sex was pretty good again that night, for the same reason: George.  

The next three weeks passed very slowly.  I hated the thought that I was looking forward to George visiting again with such obvious longing. 

And then one day, there was a mysterious message on the answering machine.  The voice said, “Good morning, Mrs. Ryan, this is John from Acme Draperies calling.  I wonder if you would be available to hear our proposition at 2PM today?  I’ll be out of the office and will call back later this morning.”  It was clearly George’s voice.  

My pulse was racing just knowing that he was here in town. That he was nearby.  And he had the nerve to call me and leave a message!  I hated myself for smiling at his nerve.  What if Chad had picked up the message?  Then my mind returned to our conversation at dinner and decided he probably would not have been bothered at all!  

“He doesn’t care what I do, anyway!”  I reflected on the fact that we had not had sex for three weeks.  There were a variety of reasons, but the fact was it had been three weeks.

With my heart in my throat, I dialed George’s cell phone.  There was no answer, and I debated the wisdom of leaving a message.  At the beep, though, my courage recovered.


George:

I felt a little remorseful after leaving the bogus message on her voice mail.  I wished for a time that I could take it back. But, it worked. There was a voice mail on my cell phone when I checked it at the end of a long day of meetings.


“Oh, have I misdialed?  I was trying to reach John at Acme Draperies.  I’m sorry, but I won’t be able to meet today.  Mr. Ryan is out of town and I don’t have a sitter.”  

With a triumphant grin, I clicked off the phone.  It was now after seven at night.  I dialed Jackie’s number, hoping that she would answer, herself.

”Hello?” she said after two rings.

“It’s me. Nice to hear your voice.” I said.

Oh, Hi.  How are you?  Good to hear from you, too,” Jackie said. I felt my body relax slightly and a smile appear in the mirror before me.  

“I’m hoping to see you?”  I began.  

“Oh,.. .. well, I couldn’t possibly make it today, Chad is away and I don’t have a sitter."

"But I go back tomorrow! Can't I see you one more time before I go? It was so great seeing you last month."

Jackie continued to maintain that it was impossible.  We talked about other things for a while.  I was beginning to give up any hope for this trip.

There was a pause. 

"Well,  .  . . I guess you could come here . . .” she said, very softly.  “Providing you are careful. ”  She seemed to be using as short sentences as possible, not trusting herself with longer ones..  It made her voice sound tense, excited.  “I guess -- an old home-town friend can visit?" she said in very measured tones.  She sounded unconvinced, but she had opened the door for me.

"Yeh, that would be great," I said. “I’ll be very careful.”  I won’t even leave foot prints in the snow!”  I was getting cocky now and I cautioned myself.

“It’s July!” she retaliated lightly.

She explained how to get there.

The taxi pulled up at the end of the road at 9:30PM. It was a strange feeling walking down to the house and even stranger as I walked up the drive. I suddenly became concerned that Chad’s  trip might have been cancelled. What if he answered the door?  I  was prepared to tough it out as being an out of town friend who happened to be in town on short notice, etc, etc.

Jackie answered the door wearing a bathrobe and quickly ushered me in. She looked lovely despite the lack of make-up. 

[You have a nice house Chad. Very comfortable. ]

"I'm not long got out the bath. I was just getting myself dressed. Come int." she said. 

As I entered I saw a glass of wine on the coffee table and next to it stood a half empty bottle of white wine. “Dutch courage,” I wondered?

"I’ll just go and get dressed.,” she said, turning to leave the room.

Catching her hand, I stopped her and pulled her to me. 

"You look lovely as you are," I said, and kissed her. I could taste the wine as my tongue slipped into her mouth. She returned the kiss with some relish, Chad, maybe even hunger. My arms wrapped around her, feeling the softness of her breasts against my chest. I became aware of the music playing in the background. It was familiar but I couldn't tell you the composer. All I know is it was very calming.

"Let me go and tidy up a bit.,” she whispered, breaking our kiss.


I let her go.

I heard her footsteps on the stairs and moved to  see her turn the corner at the top.  My eyes were on her generous swaying hips and her narrow waist. 

“The children are on a sleep-over with friends,” she said over her shoulder.  “We’re a bit on our own .. .. would you feel better if we had a chaperone?” she asked, biting her lip.


I poured myself a glass of wine and stood by the fireplace, sipping it and examining the photos of Jackie and Chad.  One was from a cruise in some sunny seaport, another on a camping trip early in their marriage.  I recognized her earlier self.  She still looked the same.

My pulse was racing.  “No children, no chaperone?” I muttered.“  I even took a minute to examine my conscience.  Well, at least a moment or two.

I took my shoes off. Slipping out into the hall, I placed them by the front door and made my way quietly up the stairs. Pausing at the top, I listened. 

[I could hear sounds down the hall and made my way to your bedroom, Chad.] 

Jackie was sitting in front of her dressing table looking into the mirror. Her robe had fallen so that it was draped over the round vanity chair on which she sat.  She was naked except for her pink silk panties. God, I love pink on Jackie.  She suddenly caught my reflection in the mirror and covered her breasts, lipstick still in hand. I walked over to her and stood behind her. I kissed her earlobe and slipped down her neck, kissing and sniffing the lovely scent of her bath.  

"Hey, can't a girl get ready without an audience?" Her eyes looked into mine, her arm still poised over her breasts.

“Would you hand me my bra?  It’s there on the bed.”

I looked into her eyes and slowly shook my head.  She looked into my eyes, and then, slowly, Jackie lowered her hands to her lap.  I played with the soft flesh of her earlobe between my teeth. Her head curled to one side and I had a perfect view of her breasts in the mirror.  

They looked wonderfully full.  Where once they had jutted out eagerly from her young body, they now had a graceful loveliness in the way they curved back to her ribs.  No sag to them, just graceful, mature breasts, a little bigger than when she was 16, but perfect on her present frame.  They were, in fact, mouthwateringly tempting. 

I felt like one of Pavlov’s famous dogs as I felt the saliva build in my mouth, longing to suck on those erect nipples.  I lifted them, hoping that my hands were warm enough. 

"Sit on the bed while I finish my make-up." she whispered.

I did as I was told. At least I wasn't sent downstairs. I slipped off my jacket and placed it on the end of the bed. I watched patiently while she added her eye shadow. I watched her breasts sway as she leaned close to the mirror and then brushed her lashes with that tiny brush.  

[When she was done, do you know what she did Chad?] 

She put lipstick round her nipples. Bright red lipstick! Christ she looked horny doing that. Looking at me in the mirror, she slowly massaged the lipstick into her aureoles, giving them a dusky pink glow.  When she was done, she stood up;  I walked over to her. 

"Do you mind if I mess your lipstick up?" I asked. 

"I think that would be OK." she answered and then laughed as I took a nipple into my mouth.

"Hmmm, that’s nice." she said as I sucked. I could taste the sweetness of the lipstick as my lips spread it over her breast. I did the same with her other breast.

"Hmmm. You're a bad boy George, coming into my bedroom like this."

"Yeh, real bad." I agreed, as my hand found the mound covered by those pink panties. 

[Lovely to the touch eh Chad?]

"Ooh! You shouldn't be doing that, it’s really very . . "

"Nice?"

"Hmmm. Verrry . . ohh . yesss. . nice."

I felt her tremble as my finger found its way inside her panties.  And then again as it slid into her wet folds. 

"Very nice?"

"Ohh. Yes. Very . . very . . . nice."

My finger swirled around inside her pussy, well lubricated by her juices.

I reached for the catch on my trousers and slid the zip down. They fell to the floor.

"You mustn't fuck me George."

"No .. .. of course not."

I moved her over to the bed and lowered her backwards onto it. She lay there motionless, looking lovely in her pink panties. 

“This isn’t the way I intended this evening to go, George.  I meant to have my clothes on and entertain you properly downstairs.  I have chilled wine and little finger foods! She said.

“May I have a second helping, then?”

“Yes, George, you may have seconds,” she smiled. She moved her left nipple to my lips and I softly pulled on it, catching it with my lips.

“Might I even have a nibble?” I asked.

“mmmm hmmmm.” She nodded, her bright red lips exposing gleaming white teeth.  Softly at first, I nibbled the erect nipple.

“A little harder. .. ..” she said tentatively.

I watched her brown eyes as I sank my teeth a little more firmly. She shuddered slightly and her breasts seemed to float before my eyes.

“Could we have a glass of wine, George?”

“Be right back, then.”  I paused my nibble to utter the words, but then went back for one last sucking nibble, making her shiver again.

“That’s to keep you thinking’ of me, baby!” I said.

When I returned, she had added rich dark nylons and a matching pink garter belt.  She had just slipped into a completely see-through peignoir closed only with a pink ribbon tie at the neck.  It was devastatingly sensual.  I nearly dropped the tray with two bottles of Chenin Blanc and two stemmed glasses.  One glass still retained Jackie’s lipstick smear on the rim. 


I poured the glasses nearly full and selected the lipsticked one for my own.  Jackie noticed and smiled at the sensual intimacy the gesture implied.

We sat on a love seat in the corner of the room.  A hanging lamp’s chain looped from a wall outlet and she dimmed it with the switch.  Jackie flicked a lighter and kindled a thin pink taper in a heavy silver candleholder on a tiny marble table before the love seat.




Away Day Ch. 04



“Here’s to you, Jackie. .. ..” I said, quietly sipping deeply at the goblet.  “ .. .. .. to us.” I added, tentatively.

“To old friends, .. George,” she said, her voice edged with .. I don’t know .. something nice .. .. a rich sort of tone, that was just right.

We finished the first glass in our three toasts.  I poured another. We touched glasses and looked into each other’s eyes.  I remembered how her eyes had looked like deep pools to me even as a teenager.  They were the same now.

"You're not going to fuck me are you George." she breathed.

I took a deep breath and leaned to kiss her.  Her mouth opened and I slipped inside, exploring the delicious flavor of Jackie and the wine.

“Jackie, I can’t pretend that I don’t .. .. want you.  You know that, since ever? Right?  But, .. .. nothing will happen that we don’t both decide is .. .. right for us .. .. now, .. .. here and now.  OK?”

Our lips busily tasted each other.  Between kisses, our eyes probed deeply. My lips felt like they were liquid, just totally moist from Jackie’s tongue and lips.  It was like we were joined with a very moist, very warm, contact point that just kept getting renewed from our juices.

Her nipples jutted through the silk into my palms.  I barely touched them, just letting my palms circle against them, feeling them, teasing them, coaxing them.

“Ohhh, George. .. ..” she murmured deep against my lips.  She sucked my tongue into her mouth, then let it go again.  “ .. that’s .. so very nice, George.” She shivered once again as I made love to the lovely breasts under her gown.   They filled my hands completely and I was fondling them as if I were afraid they would disappear, if  I let go.

I knelt between her legs and put my hands on her thighs.  The nylon gateways parted for me and I kissed my way downward, tonguing her navel for a few moments before moving on.  My lips were on the waistband of her panties, and I nibbled at it, pulling it away from her body playfully.

I felt the thick thatch of her hair under the nylon of her panties and nuzzled it.  It was like the poets mean when they say they lay in the field of new mown hay, I think.  The scent was wonderful and the feel of her curls forming a soft silken pillow for my lips was sensually extraordinary.  My cock ached with yearning.

I kissed lower, and felt the pool of juices under her panties.  I recalled the smell of pussy in the panties she had left in my motel room.  I inhaled happily and felt her press her thighs against my cheeks.

I stood and picked her up.  The gown parted, displaying nipples still rosy in spite of my efforts to suck all the lipstick from them.  The slim waist, the controlled tummy and the hair just visible through her panties all made a beautiful picture.  The stockings looked rich on her legs, the tops contrasting with the white of her thighs leading to her pussy.

The stockings felt wonderful under my arms as I lowered her onto her bed.

I knelt again to kiss her mound.  She invited me to stand up and I felt her hands press along the length of my cock for a moment, then loosen the zipper of my pants.  She pulled down my shorts over the prominent length of my hard cock and watched it bob when she released it. Then she put her palm over the head of my prick and looked up at me.  A tiny smile crossed her face.

"You're not going to fuck me are you George." she breathed.

"No. No. Just put it against you  like this." I said lowering myself onto  her outstretched body. My cock was pressing against her pussy, the head lying against the panties over her soft hair.

"Ohh. George, be careful, won’t you?"

"Yes, its OK." I told her, slowly rocking my cock against her mound.  I parted her legs and raised them to press against her chest.  My cock felt terribly macho lying along the length of her pussy lips.  I even liked the feel of her panties still separating us.

"You're so big! I don't think I could take all that."

I eased her panties down and she lifted her legs to help me get them off.

"Just let me put the tip in." I whispered. “Just an inch?”

"No George we shouldn't."

"Just the tip." I said as I moved the head of my cock to her entrance. 

I moved it up and down the juicy groove.

I heard the sharp intake of her breath rushing through her teeth. 

"Careful how much you put in," she whispered tensely.

"Just the tip." I said as the fat head of my cock slipped past the tightness and then into her.

"Ohmigod! . . . you're in me . . oh so . . . bigggg, uhnn!"

"Oh Jackie! . . . that feels so  . . . so good."  I thought the sensitive end of my cock would burn up, she was so hot.  I could feel her tightness take hold of me in the groove just behind the glans.  I stopped and enjoyed the sensation.

"Hmmmmm . . . . hmmmm . . . . hmmmm." she breathed as the tip of my cock dipped between her wet lips.

The phone jangled loudly, breaking the feeling of the moment.  I shook my head, asking her not to answer.

“It might be him.  He would wonder .. ..”  Her left hand pressed against the hair of my chest while her right hand grabbed the phone and moved it to her ear.

“Hello?” she said, her voice dripping with tension, eyes wide open.

“Oh, Chad. Hi.  No, just a little out of breath, ran up the stairs to get the phone.”

“Oh, not much. The kids are sleeping over .. .. I was just going to bed, too .. ..” she listened patiently.

I watched as she gently moved her left hand down my shoulder, soothing as it went.  She found my nipple and squeezed it, winking at me as she listened. And then came the most exciting thing I’ve ever seen. Jackie slowly trailed her fingers through the hair on my chest and reached between us.  Her long slim fingers slipped around my cock that remained suspended there, her pussy lips snug around the groove behind the head of my prick.  Her hand looked delicate against the firm brutal thickness of my cock.  Her eyes were wide as she fondled me and looked pleadingly into mine.

“OK, dear, goodnight then.”

She listened a little longer.

“Yes, it does sound like there was wine with dinner!”  she giggled into the phone.

More listening.  She looked at me and slowly closed her eyes.  I gently nudged a little circle with my cock. 

“ .. .. ah!” she responded sharply.  Then frowned tensely at me. 

“And you’re going back down and have more wine?  Well don’t call me again, I’m going to bed now!”

She looked ready to hang up, then, paused.

“I’m glad you had a good day.  I’m dead.  I’m off to bed!  Have a good night! You hear?  Yes, I will too.”  She smiled slyly, I thought, as she said those words.

I could wait no longer, and I thought she was hanging up the phone.

"Oh Jackie! . . . I want to . . I want . . " and I slid my cock all the way into her.

"Ohmigod! No.  Oh, George . . . you're so deep . . . its right in me! . . . oh, fucking me! . . . Oh George !. . . . You're fucking me!"

The phone clattered onto the table instead of the cradle.  She grabbed it, fumbled, and put it on the hook at last.

I couldn’t be sure if she had put it down before she uttered those words.  The thought that Chad might have heard her made me even wilder.  I felt suddenly like one of those wild stallions on the plains, all muscle and all cock!

"Oh Jackie. I've wanted this for so long!"

"Me too . . . oh God oh God. . . . " she panted, as my whole length slid in and out of her.

"It feels so right . . . inside you like this.  Like we fit perfectly." I said quietly.

Every nerve ending in my cock seemed to be tuned in to the same frequency.  The skin of my cock seemed stretched to hold all of my rampant sex into the long curved tube of my jutting cock.

"Oh God.  . . Let me see!" she said lifting her head. I raised myself up so that she could see the length of my flesh joining our bodies. I looked down too, watching my cock slide in and out, covered with her juices.

"Oh! . . . careful you don't  . . don't cum in me . . ."

"Ok, its OK." I panted. 

But I could feel the tip of my cock rubbing against the blunt knob of her cervix, teasing the end. I increased the pace of my thrusting and I could feel Jackie writhing under me, obviously getting close to cumming herself.  

Flat on top of Jackie again, my need for huge long thrusting made me wild.  I fumbled between our bodies and squeezed her tits.  I was thrusting, jamming my cock deep into her and brutally hanging on to her big tits for leverage.

"Oh George . . . I'm close . . . Ohmigod! . . . I'm going to . . . I’m going to .  . . CUMMMMMMM!" she groaned and I felt my sperm gush into her. A sudden wet warmth surrounded  my cock.

"Oooohhhh Jackie. I can't . . . stop."

"Oh . . . . . . You’re cumming in me . . . Oh god! . . . oohhh yessss . fill me! . . give it to me!  I want it all!" she panted.  I felt her tilt her pelvis, thrusting onto the horn between her legs.

I could feel her cunt squeezing on my cock as it pulsed inside her well after I had finished spurting into her.  I collapsed onto her, covering her with my weight but holding part of it on my elbows.  I felt the welcome softness of the woman in her.   The womanliness that wouldn’t have been there if we had done this 16 years ago.

We both slumped exhausted, and I rolled both of us onto our sides and continued our tongue kisses from earlier.

I lay on my back and Jackie lay with one leg across me. Her hand toyed with my cock and I covered her hot mound with my hand, slipping one finger into the gooey, stretched-out tunnel of her cunt.

She purred into my ear and then moved down to kiss my nipple through the hair of my chest.  I felt her wet tongue and then the sharp bite of her teeth.  It was my turn to shiver.

This was one of those occasions when my cock didn't completely go limp. It was soon as hard as it had been when we started. Jackie looked up at me surprised, and squeezed my cock teasingly. With a cheeky grin, she straddled my body and reached between us to slide my cock along her pussy lips.  She looked up and smiled into my eyes and then we both watched as she lowered herself onto my rigid, curved cock.

"I didn't think that would all go in." she smiled, seeming proud of herself.

I just lay quietly. Not sure of what to say. 

[It felt good being inside your wife like that, Chad; my sperm leaking out of her snug little cunt, down my balls and onto your bed. Marking territory again.]

I could feel Jackie gently rocking against me. I was exhausted, but it seemed that Jackie wasn't! Gradually the movements became more pronounced. Now with my cock lancing upward and snuggly buried inside her, she put her hands behind her head and began to 'ride' me, her pelvis rocking hard, back and forth.

"Hmmmmm." she moaned, eyes closed.

Her movements became faster.

"Hmmm. That’s good. Give me that big cock! . .  Oh yeh!  . . . shove it in me."

I groaned with pleasure beneath her. I wasn't going to be able to cum, but no sense in stopping her.  Her tits were irresistible, swinging wildly with her bucking body.  I reached up with both hands and felt their weight in the palms of my hands.  Her nipples were ruby red and hard as large pebbles.

"Oooh . . . big cock . . in me . . fucking me . . . . . cum in me George . . fuck me with your big cock . . . come on give it to me . . . . . empty it into me  . . . . oh! I'm going to . . . I'm going to cum again . . . oh  oh ooohh!!!!!"

With a final thrust of her hips she stopped her riding and slowly rotated her hips, feeling the deep penetration in places she had never felt before. 

[She told me that afterwards Chad. Your little stump has never been that deep in her. I think she would have done it again.]

Later in the early hours, after I had got out of bed and got dressed, I kissed her goodnight as she lay sleeping. I made my way down the dark street. It was quiet and lonely. I realized how much I'd fucked up by getting Laura pregnant. If not for her, I'd still be curled up in bed with Jackie tonight and every night. 

[Still, I may not get to fuck her often Chad, but I do get to fuck her, even now.]



Away Day Ch. 05



Jackie:

I felt George kiss my cheek, but pretended to be asleep. I didn't want any conversation just at that moment. I listened as he crept quietly out of my bedroom; Chad's and my bedroom, I reminded myself ruefully.

Rolling over, I buried my face in the pillow George had left and inhaled the scent of his body. I recalled his smell from years ago when his Old Spice shaving lotion mixed with the perspiration of our necking sessions would set my senses reeling. I nuzzled the pillow, drinking his scent; eyes closed to focus my senses on George's musky, male smell that I found so thrilling.

I can't explain it, but tears began to roll down my cheeks, in spite of myself. I suppose it was as if I had just lost my virginity all over again, an emotional experience. It was only a brief spell, though and I found myself reliving the evening.

Things had moved along a bit faster than I intended, though I can't deny that I allowed it and even encouraged it. Still, I felt that Chad had permitted it with his words suggesting inevitability. I suppose he was right. How was I to know that the breeze, in the form of George, would rise up from the past and ignite the flame long since died down? 

My body had that wonderfully tired feeling that you only get after really intense physical exercise. It was similar to the lovely sensual warmth that comes over me when I have skied all day long in Switzerland or the Rockies and settle down to an evening by the fire. It was wonderful

Certainly our love making, our fucking, had been physical and intense. My god, but it had been physical! I lay back and enjoyed the tired feeling, letting my fingers slip into my slit and feel the remainder of George's warm, copious sperm trickling from my vagina. George had left a large spot on the sheet, enlarged now as I sat up and more of him poured from my body to add to the mark. I decided to sleep with it until morning.

I walked carefully to the bathroom and cleaned myself up a little. I soothed my tender breasts, watching myself cradle them in the mirror. George had been so very rough, squeezing them hard as we fucked. Through the pain, I felt a glow of pride at having mad a man that filled with passion for me.

I didn't want a shower. I wanted to bask in our combined sex odors for the rest of the night. I must have fallen pleasantly to sleep in just a few minutes.

I was wakened by Chad's telephone call.

"Hi, it's me. Just getting ready to leave, so I'll be home early afternoon," he said. "By the way, I'm sorry I was a little drunk last night. I thought I heard you say something as I was hanging up? But when I pulled it to my ear, a few words, then you hung up. Maybe it was a crossed wire or something? Or was there something else...?"

"No, no... nothing. I guess I did drop the phone though. Maybe just that."

He said nothing for a moment or two, then said, "OK, well, no matter. Be home mid afternoon then. Bye. Love you."

"Yes, me too." I mumbled, and hung up the phone.

I lay back on the bed for another few minutes. But the phone rang again and I considered not answering. But then, I decided it was time to return to normalcy and picked it up.

"Hi, it's me. How are you?" George's voice had a smile in it. 

"Oh... good morning. I'm OK. OK, I guess. The guilt is starting to sink in. How about you?"

"I feel great, Jackie. You are a wonderful lover! Don't think I've ever told anyone that before. I mean it! Wonderful! It was too good for guilt. Don't you think."

'George, you are incorrigible. I wish I could say that I don't feel the guilt. I envy you.

"But... truth, now... wasn't it?

"Good? I paused for a time. "Yes, yes, George, my old friend... it was... good."

"Only good?" he said, the swagger coming back to his voice.

"Don't push me." I joined his laughter.

"Just wanted to make sure you were good. Got to get on my plane now. It was.. wonderful, Jackie, wonderful. I hope, when I come back...?" the question hung in the air.

"Have a good flight, George," I said. "We'll talk. OK?"

"OK, Jackie, OK. You're special!"

As I hung up I wondered about that. But it was hard not to feel pretty happy with the phone call, about the nice things. It was terribly seductive. I had to resist, though, I had to, I thought.

I lay at peace on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. "Wonderful lover!" he had said. Well, no one had told me that before, either, I had to admit "Not even Chad," I said, sadly.

All during the call, my finger had toyed slowly with my clit, which very tender, but was responding rapturously. I continued as my mind replayed our lovemaking, our wild fucking. 

I could almost feel the head of his cock sliding just inside the vestibule of my vagina and stopping. He had broken the first rule, not to go inside me. And then the phone ringing! "My god," I thought, "my husband on the phone jabbering in my ear and I was holding another man's cock between my legs!" I had reached for his cock, meaning perhaps to push him away, but then holding it instead; holding it right there so his warmth could soak from h is cock into my body.

And then, he slipped deeper, and I lost the phone, dropped it beside the phone. What had he said?

"' "Oh Jackie!... I want to.. I want.. " 

And then it was inside me, spreading me apart. It seemed huge, parting my tunnel and filling me completely. The unusual curves of his cock made it feel extraordinarily thick, stretching me, filling me. It felt good to be so stretched, though. It felt very good.

I could recall my exact words, too: "Ohmigod! No. Oh, George... you're so deep... its right in me!... oh fucking me... oh George... You're fucking me!"

And then he really, really was fucking me. His thrusts had an abandon born of sheer excitement. He was a little rough as he had always been. Just enough force that it was slightly overpowering, but still it thrilled me in its coarseness. George was so excited, he seemed like a huge animal having me. I spread my legs wide for him and he slammed himself deeper and pulled almost out before slamming our mounds together on the downward thrust. I tilted my hips to meet him, but left my legs splayed out so that he was doing all the work, there was nothing I could have down with my own thrusting that he wasn't doing, lancing into my body with that long curved cock of his. He was sweating with exertion and his cock seemed to me to get even longer. I suddenly found him bumping my cervix and then again and again he banged it. Tiny little orgasms began repeating their throbbing thrilling run between my pussy and my tummy. 

I held is biceps, feeling his muscles flex and then tightened around his cock with my own muscles, holding him tight on the in strokes and loosing him slightly as he withdrew. As he sped up I tightened my legs around his hips and spurred him on with my heels as he drove us over the edge. I have to admit, I had never been fucked so long and so hard, ever. Never was there such a thorough fucking.

The upward curve of his cock meant that he was pressed hard against my G spot at the same time he was deep in my cunt. That had never happened to me, either. I had only done that with my own finger. It was shocking that with George pressing so hard against it, that as I orgasmed, I thought for a moment I had urinated. It was an intense pleasure. 

In my orgasm, I thrust hard up onto his big cock, kicking my heels against the bed and struggling to consume him. He still felt huge, as if he were splitting me apart. And then as my trembling body met him thrust for thrust, I felt the extreme heat of his liquid pump into me, deep, deep into me. Again and again he spurted his cum into my grasping pussy, until he had spent himself and the juices of our bodies began seeping past my lips and along his glistening cock. It must have dribbled around his balls and then formed the spot now under my hand on the bed. I pressed my hand close to my face, smelling his cum.

At last, he rolled completely spent to my side. He had surely given me everything in his power to give. All of his power had been mine. All of his cock had been mine; I had controlled all that power.

We had lain for a time, stoking each other. George's hand roamed lightly over my body, touching here and there and everywhere, but it was clear that he had used all his energy in fucking me so well. And yet, as my hand lay covering his sticky cock, sticky with my own juices, I discovered that he was getting hard once again. In fact hadn't completely gone soft at all.

He lay staring up at the ceiling. I kissed his lips and found his tongue lolling like a big sleepy dog, where before, I thought he would ram it down my throat, he was so excited. I kissed and bit his nipples and they responded lazily, too. Proceeding down his moist chest, I ringed his navel with my tongue, all the while holding his prick in the light grip of my hand.

And now I was at eye level with the head of a strange man's cock that had touched deeper into my inner space than ever before. Had touched my cervix, and then again and again sought it out with it's deft probing antics. I could feel my own juices start to moisten my pussy once again and George's hand now cupped my mound with a loose fondling grasp. I opened my legs to him once again, welcoming his exploring hand, his delving fingers, and his pleasuring thumb to probe my feminine folds.

Slowly, gently I began to pull his foreskin back. The little eye at the tip of his round dome peeked out. I drew it back more and felt his body tense. It was tight where it had to slide over the bulging head of his dick, and he was probably sensitive, too. I sensed a slight fear in his tenseness that it was going to hurt if I forced the foreskin back. I tried to be careful, then slid it all the way back with my hand wrapped around his great girth. His breathing became a sharp intake, but he recovered as the foreskin slipped back into the groove behind his glans. I pulled still more, exposing the sensitive trench and I saw his hands flutter as if to stop me, then fall back on the mattress as my tongue began licking our juices from the deep track. It tasted good to me and it excited me to be doing this to his cock.

The head was very smooth and a nice shade of rosy pink. I examined behind it as I licked him, staring at the bright redness behind the head. I felt him move, grow against my tongue and encouraged him by taking just the head into my mouth and sucking gently. It responded by swelling and I could feel it move as he sighed his pleasure.

The shaft was long like the shaft of a great war spear that had been bent in a long arcing bow. It was lined with lots of little blue veins and a few large ones. I pressed my tongue against him to feel his pulse. His pulse rate seemed quite elevated and the thumping throb of it was detectable at the base of his big cock and in my hand that held his balls, squeezing them gently and encouragingly.

I knelt beside him, facing his feet. I thought that in this position, the curve of his cock would be more manageable as I tried to take all of it in my mouth. I wanted to take the head into my throat. The curve now worked in my favor and I soon felt the big head pressing against the smaller opening of my throat. 

I took a deep breath and pressed down on it. His hand reached up and stroked my ass, in appreciation, then just lay there on my round bottom as I slowly allowed the blunt helmet to stretch my throat and enter the tight channel. I felt his hair against my nose and held him there for a few moments before slowly letting him slide out of my mouth. One final kiss just at the wet, glistening end of him, and I swung my body over his to position my pussy to share the feeling my mouth had just had.

My heart was beating wildly as I impaled myself on the huge member. God, it felt good. I tilted my head down to see it. The pink head poised at the entry looked menacing, thrillingly menacing, like it was ready to break into a great castle. I moved it along my wet slit, watching it mush through the sodden hair and then gaped as the lips of my pussy were pushed up and then aside by it's mass. I squirmed against the blunt, bulging weapon between my legs, watching the light glisten in its sleek wetness. Slowly I swallowed the big headThen it was inside, hot and full. I could feel myself tighten around it, fondle it. 

The raw sensuality of the sight of George's long shaft pointing up into my body made me shudder uncontrollably. I squatted over him, the muscles of my legs taut with tension, one hand guiding him, the other on his hairy chest. It was one of the most erotic things I had ever done. I looked up to see his eyes on me.

Smiling, we looked into each other's eyes. 

"I never thought that would all go in, George." I heard myself say. 

Then we both looked down at the lustful sight between my legs, that huge cock raring and ready. Gritting my teeth, I lunged down onto it and heard, the sharp intake of his breath as my hot body surrounded him. I raised myself again, and saw his lance withdrawing with my moisture glistening all along it's girth. 

I could hold out no longer and began a wild lunging, fucking motion on George's big dick. He filled me completely and reached the deepest region of my cunt.

It went in easier now, I must have been stretched from George fucking me and now and I was so very wet with his cum and my own juices, there was moisture everywhere to welcome him. I slipped along the curve of his cock and began riding him with rapid, determined pelvis thrusts. I paused to thrust a pillow under his ass, and with what little strength he had left, he raised himself to help me. 

When I pulled away to feel the head of it swab the entire length of my passage. It was thrilling. I pumped and pumped. I rocked on him. My tits swayed wildly until his big hands came up to grasp them. I rode him wildly, having him my way, as George lay over the big pillow, his cock offered to me like the horn a saddle. 

I rode him hard and fast, sweat drizzling down between my breasts until at last, I had a long, hard orgasm and fell forward onto his chest, still impaled with his length. Slowly, I felt it relax inside me and then our juices slide down his shaft and onto the sheets of my marriage bed.

While I was thinking these thoughts, my fingers had brought me to an early morning thrill and I lay shuddering and limp. 

At last I roused myself and stripped our love sheets from the bed. I was ready to dump them into the washer, when a whim struck me. I carefully folded them full of our sex odors and hid them behind a stack of clean sheets. 

"If men can enjoy keeping our panties as souvenirs, why can't I...?" I said aloud, then turned and grinned a crooked smile at myself in the mirror. 

No matter what happened in the future, I knew there would come a night when I just needed to sleep with the scent of George's body in my nostrils.



Away Day Ch. 06



Chapter Six – Endgame:

George:

“How late are we going to be, do you think?” I asked the tall, leggy stewardess.

“Shouldn’t be long now, sir. The weather has cleared the airport. We’re just waiting for permission to land now.”

I checked my watch. I really wanted to be in before 5PM to call Jackie before Chad got home. Otherwise we might have trouble planning our next meeting. I wanted everything right for this one. It had been five weeks since I had her at her home, in her bed, in Chad’s bed! It had been fan – fuckin – tastic! Jackie looked good, she smelled good, she felt good and she fucked like a goddam minx. I couldn’t help the huge smile that covered my goddam face, sitting there staring at the seat belt sign and daydreaming of her tits.

“What was it she said?” I muttered to myself. I felt the eyes of my seatmate turning toward me, but I didn’t give a shit. 

"I never thought that would all go in, George." That’s what that hot little bitch had said to me, I thought with satisfaction. 

[Chad, you poor fucker, that was your darling wife, talking to ME!]

I laid my head back and replayed the whole scene in my mind. Even after I had fucked Jackie wildly and with every ounce of my strength, she had come back wanting more! Incredible, what I do to her, I thought. We laid there together just playing with each other. Her with those delicate little hands, toying with my floppy dick that she had just drained the last goddam drop of cum out of; me with my hand cupped over the sopping-wetting-est cunt that ever mankind has seen. 

She was a mess; her hair all matted in my cum and her pussy juices; her pussy open wide from my cock giving it the best splitting-apart it had ever h ad before. God, she was happy! Well, so was I! But, jeeze, it is great to be a man! Great to be the kind of stallion that can leave a pussy satisfied, spread wide-open and totally drenched! But it all felt good under my lazy hand, and I slowly finger-fucked her and cupped that big hard mound of hers, until I almost fell asleep, completely satisfied.

But Jackie wasn’t satisfied! She kept working on me to have my cock one more time and, like I said, I hadn’t gone completely soft after fucking her damned near blind! My Johnson was firm and well up. 

But Jackie wasn’t satisfied. I smiled widely to no one at all. I just lay there feeling her hand toy with my dick, too fucking out of it to give a rat’s ass what happened next. She just kept playing with the damned thing, and it kept getting harder and harder, recovering from the wildest fuck I had ever put it through. I was thinking, “My god, what next?  What more can she want? What more can she ask for? But what the fuck, let her have it. She probably doesn’t get much cock from old needle-dick at home.”

I had trouble not laughing out loud with joy. Jackie had knelt alongside me, facing toward my feet. I could hardly lift my head to see what she was up to, I was that fagged out from fucking the dear, sweet bitch. But she wasn’t finished with my Johnson at all. 

I tensed up as she pulled my foreskin back. It is tight over the swollen head and it hurt just a little. But the little darling began sucking it and laving it, and licking her own juices right out of the ridge behind the head. I could almost have blown another load all over her, right then. 

The plane took one of those mindboggling dips into a huge air pocket. Everyone on the plane grabbed the arms of the seat and their toenails all curled up trying to grab hold of the carpet. Everyone except me! I sat there and rode with the air pocket, my mind locked on the vision of Jackie’s ass up close to my eyes; her mouth just laving and sucking and loving the head of my cock. I closed my eyes and thought of how her little fingers pulled the foreskin all the ways back so she could lick me clean. 

And then, she slipped it down her throat. I nearly fainted with the sensation of it. The head of my cock came to her throat opening, and Jackie just slipped it in, no gagging, no nothing! She took the whole thing and let me feel her throat with the knob of my cock. It was mind-blowing, and like I said, I damn near fainted.

[My god, she is a wonderful cocksucker, Chad, old man. Am I right or am I right? I ask you.]

And then, and then, my god, even I was astonished. Beautiful, gorgeous Jackie with those immense tits, swung her leg over my body and looked into my eyes while she guided my cock back into the cunt that I had almost fucked out of shape already. I could do nothing but lie there and watch. She made me watch it go into her. And it was fucking beautiful too, my big cock stuck up into Jackie’s cunt, her lips around it just as if it were her mouth!

[You shoulda been there, Chad, you really shoulda.]

“Put your seatbacks in the full, upright position and your tray tables away for landing, please.” I eyed the legs of the stewardess as she smiled and turned her back on me.

I snapped out of my playful reverie and checked my belt, slammed the tray up and pulled the broken seat back into locked position. When we pulled up to the concourse, I was the first one into the aisle and had my bag in my hand, waiting for the door to open. When it opened, I was through it like a shot and down the concourse to the luggage carousel. 

As I walked, I dialed the cell phone. I hoped I had called in time.

“Hello?” she said. My heart bounced against my chest walls with the pleasure of her voice.

“Hi! It’s me!” I said happily.

“George! George, where are you? Are you here?’

“Yes, puss, I’m here. Is there any way we can get together tonight? I said urgently, all in a rush. I was at the carousel by then and eagerly waiting for the bag and her answer.

“Oh, .. well, let’s see. Yes, I can do that. Yes. Can you meet me at the Sand Dune Restaurant, by the motel, George?”

You have no idea how much pleasure I found in that answer. I felt it from my toes all along my legs to my cock, and up through my chest until I was a jiggling mass of eager nerve endings. I couldn’t believe how it affected me.

[And if you ever asked me, I wouldn’t admit it either.]

We met at the Restaurant for dinner, even though I had pleaded that she come to the motel first. But that was OK, I could stand a little food for strength before Jackie had her way with me.

After dropping off my bags and brushing my teeth, I stuck four condoms in my pocket and jumped back in the car. 

“Oh, Jackie, oh Jackie, I want you so!” I sang a little song as I headed happily to the restaurant. 

“Oh, Jackie, Dear Jackie, I have such a plan for you.  I’m going to make us both happy,  Taking your virginity, Like I should have, So many years ago!”

I thought about how wonderful it was going to be, taking Jackie’s anal virginity. My cock was hard again, just thinking about it. 

[It may be the only part of her virginity I get, Chad, but it’s all mine!”]

My song ended as I found the nearby restaurant. I parked and went in the front door, trying not to strut too obviously. It was going to be a great two days! I could feel the half-hard condition of my cock along my leg; a pleasant, macho feeling.  

A car pulled into the drive and I watched Jackie swing into a parking space. She opened the door and long legs swung out under a green striped, knee-length dress with a neat tailored look to it. I watch her breasts sway gently under the crisp dress and wondered if she was wearing a bra; or had she come prepared for me to find her nipples quickly? As she walked past my window I turned to admire that fine, sweet ass of hers as she switched her hips along the sidewalk to the door. My cock was already hard with the anticipation of her body writhing under me.

“George,” she smiled, “it’s so good to see you!” 

She let me kiss her on the cheek; this being her hometown, I restrained my need and just gave her a little peck. 

“God, but I missed you!” I said, knowing the effect that would have on her. My mind was on how wet her pussy would be.

She asked for a cup of coffee and looked around the restaurant, checking to see if she knew anyone. She smiled into my eyes, but her smile had a restrained sense to it, a little tension showing at the corners. I wondered, suddenly, if Chad had found out about us. 

“I want you!” I leaned across the table to her and whispered the words.

“Oh, George, I know,” she smiled.

The waitress put a cup of coffee in front of her and she sipped it long and hard looking over the steaming rim at me.

“God, I’ve been thinking about the last time, .. .. . ..” I muttered quietly, my excitement showing. I couldn’t figure out why we weren’t next door already fucking like two happy rabbits, but I decided to go slow. I hoped she hadn’t slipped back into her old mode and was going to force me through all that courtship crap again.

“Yes, me too. And, thinking about our friendship, George. And thinking about Chad and our marriage.”

“Oh, oh,” I thought.

“Jackie, why don’t we go to my room? Where we can have some privacy?” I said urgently.

Jackie winced and then smiled again. 

“George!  We can’t.”

Now, there was a real lump in my throat. I felt like I had been hit in the chest with a baseball bat.

She continued: “I know you will find it hard to understand, George, because of the way I acted last time! But the truth is, I now know that was a onetime thing. I’ll never forget it George, honestly! But it can’t happen again; it really can’t, I hope you are OK with that. And that we can be friends, just like before.”

“What the hell? .. ..” I began, then stared out the window for a long moment, trying to think of a recovery strategy. “.. .. What the hell happened? I thought .. …”

“Yes, I know. I have tormented myself for five weeks and two days about it. Because it was good, George, it was wonderful.” She put her hand on my arm.  “But I finally made the decision. I can’t live that way, I just can’t. I think you, of all people, know that. Deep down in your heart, you know me!”

She was right. I had just thought she had grown out of it. I hated to admit it but inside I knew she just couldn’t lie. I hate goodie-two-shoes and the nuns.

“I know it is crazy, but here’s what I think about the last few weeks. We, you and I, have taken the one pleasure we were cheated out of when we were in love as teenagers! Somehow, we got a second chance.  We got to have that thing late in life. And it has been thrilling, just as it would have been having sex together back then. And I’m grateful for that! It was lovely! But that isn’t everything in life, George. Can you understand that?”

A tear slipped down her cheek, as she told me what she had decided.

“I’m scared, George, really scared. I have to go to Chad now and tell him what a horrible thing I have done. I have to beg him to forgive me. I’m not sure that I could forgive if it were the other way around! I’m not sure I even have a right to ask it. But I have to do it. Because, Chad and my family IS everything, that’s what I know!”

“What about me, what about Laura finding out? If you tell Chad, he might tell Laura! Jesus!”

“I know, and I will try to keep that from happening, I truly will. I don’t want her to be hurt, not really. I never intended that!” She said, tears still streaming down her cheeks. 

“I don’t know what to expect. Chad is a very intelligent man; a very considerate man. He is wise about things like this, I think. I have no right to ask forgiveness. He may throw me out. I wouldn’t blame him if he did! And if that is what he wants, I will just find someway to live with it.” She looked through her tears out over the passing traffic.

“You know I posted this story on the internet for Chad to read .. .. …” I left the threat unsaid.

“I know, George, I know. I’ll have to tell him that, too. You gave me the website. I printed it and read it yesterday. It sounds horrible. And you sound vicious in what you said George, not like the sweet George I remember. And so, I will give Chad a copy, as hurtful as that will be to him. There is nothing else I can do. I can’t leave that hanging over his head.”

“I’m out of here. I’m disgusted. You are still a prick-teasing bitch, Jackie. If you think I am going to go through life with a hardon for you, waiting for you to grow up, you’ve got another think coming! Are you coming next door with me or not? This is it, this is finally it.” I stood up, waiting for her to change her mind. I half thought that she would.

“I’m sorry, George.” She said quietly.

Disgusted, I stormed to the door and drove out of the parking lot, throwing up g ravel in my wake.

Jackie

I sat there for twenty minutes, crying quietly and staring out the window. My life was a mess. The question of what to do beyond this point weighed heavily and my chest felt as if a large stone were pressing on it. But, I had come this far. As difficult as it was, I had said good-bye to the past, once and for all. 

Tonight, Chad would be back and the most difficult part would begin. The stone felt even heavier as I thought about it. The future stretched ahead of me like an utter vacuum. 

I could not even guess what the future held, not even what tomorrow might bring. Nothing seemed clear at all. All that I could make sense of was what I would like to be. But wishing doesn’t make it so. I would tell all and throw myself on Chad’s mercy. I took a deep breath and paid my check, then walked slowly to the car, my feet feeling like lead weights at the end of my legs.

At home at last, I threw myself on our bed. The tears wouldn’t stop and I fell into a deep sleep like I hadn’t had in days. When I awoke, it was 7 o’clock in the evening and the phone was ringing. 

“Hi, it’s me!” Chad announced.

“Oh, I’m glad you called.”

“How’re things? Did Carl get that tree that fell cut up?” He went on.

‘Yes, .. Yes, he did.”

“Good, I won’t have to do that when I get home then! Christ, I probably would have cut my damned leg off doing it.  That’s a relief!”

“Chad, .. .. .. “

“Yeah?”

“Can you come home?”

“You mean, early?”

“Yes.” I couldn’t get any more words out.

“I suppose so. I could come home tomorrow. But I have to drive, so it would be late. That OK?”

“Drive?”

“Yes, I’ll explain when I get there.”

“OK, .. .. OK, hurry, though. I need to talk to you.”

“OK, kid. What abou?.”

“When you get here ..” I said.

“OK, I’ve got my computer. Want to E-mail me anything?”

“No. It’ll keep ‘till you are here, darling.” .

Chad hung up.  I felt clammy with the thought of George sending the address of his site to Chad. I wanted to tell him myself. But there was nothing I could do, though. Maybe George wouldn’t send it, I could hope but I couldn’t count on it. He had been awfully mad.  It would serve me right if he found it. I sat shaking my head sadly. The weight of the stone on my chest got even heavier.

The next day seemed endless. At last, I got into the shower at 7PM to prepare for our talk.

I  rubbed the soapy cloth over my body. Over and over, I sudsed my body, standing and rehearsing how I would deliver the devastating news to Chad.  I decided that the least I could do, would be to dress in Chad’s favorite clothes. After toweling off, I sprayed a little perfume here and there over my body, all the places he liked to kiss. I just hoped, against all the odds, that he would still want to do that.

I pulled on new, pretty white panties with lace at the sides and slipped into a matching bra, bending forward to let my breasts fall into the comforting support of the cups. I looked in the mirror as I pulled stockings up my legs and noticed that I needed makeup to cover the tear-ravaged eyes, and lipstick to brighten up my face. I didn’t actually feel like being brightened up and wasn’t sure there was any way to brighten up at all.

I heard the car pull into the drive and stop behind the garage. I hurried downstairs, feeling a huge lump in my throat, wondering if I would be able to clear the lump away so I could say all I had to say.

My heart fell as I saw Chad in the foyer with a huge bouquet of roses in his arms and a smile on his face. This wasn’t getting any easier.

“Ma! I’m home!” He joked, as his arms went around me. 

I pressed myself against the full length of his body and felt his hand slip to cup my bottom through the silk of dress and panties. I wished with all my heart that it was going to be that easy. But I knew that it couldn’t be.

We found a vase for the flowers and I placed them in water. Chad stood close against me and his hand brushed across the round curve of my bottom, in the playful way he has.

“Come on, Chad, the table’s set.”

“What’s this?” He asked, picking up the large brown envelope from his plate.

“Oh, it’s for you. But, …  for later. Just put it aside.” I said.

I lit the candles and we sat across from each other. I took a deep breath.

“Chad, there’s something I have to tell you.” I began.

“I hate conversations that start that way? Is there any other opening line you could use?” He said apprehensively. He frowned across at me, a question on his face.

“No.” I said, tears starting to well up in my eyes.

“I don’t suppose we can put it off and just have a romantic dinner?”

“No. It’s awful. But .. .. ..”

“This envelope is involved in this in some way?” 

“Yes. But let me finish. It is going to be hard enough to get through this.”

“Just one more question, Jackie. I don’t know how to ask this, but when you finish telling me, are you and I going to still be together? Just like before?”

This was not going as I expected. I was taken aback. I looked across the table into his open face and deep into his dark eyes.

“I .. .. I hope so.” I answered quietly.

“Want me to open the envelope?”

“No, that’s just something you have a right to read. I .. .. think .. .. someone may send you the address of a website. That’s a copy of the website in the envelope. But when I have finished, ..”

“Oh, but, someone has already sent it to me, .. yesterday!”

My heart sank. The tears would not stop at all, now.  

“And you .. .. read it?” 

I pulled myself up straight in my chair waiting for the world to cave in. But if he had read it, why the flowers?

“Well, no, I didn’t.  I decided the person who sent it, .. .. .. was trying to send one of those viruses .. .. something that would damage .. my computer .., .. or, worse,.. .. my life. And so, I deleted it .. .. .. was that OK?” His face was calm and serious. He handed the envelope back, unopened.

“Why don’t you just keep this, Jackie. You’ve already answered my question. We’re going to be together, just like always, right?”

I nodded silently, my mouth unsure. I stared across between the candles and watched how golden he looked in the candlelight. I looked at how the flecks of gray in his hair gleamed in the light. Tears rolled down my cheeks uncontrollably.

“.. .. No, Chad. I want you to keep it. In case you ever decide you need to open it, you’ll have it. I can only .. .. ..”

“You know what I think, Jackie? I think even married people have a right to some secrets. I have a few I haven’t told you, you may have some you haven’t shared with me -- yet. Why don’t we keep it that way? But, if you like, I’ll put this in my bed stand. On the bottom of the drawer.”

“But, Chad, I’ve .. ..” I began, trying to tell him the whole story.

“Hey, you haven’t asked why I drove home? Come on, I want to show you.” 

Chad led the way. I sat shaking my head and staring at his empty chair for a moment, then got slowly to my feet.

He opened the garage door and turned on the outdoor light. 

“Recognize it?” He said, happiness written all over his face. 

I was speechless, trying to piece together what had happened to the disastrous evening I had expected. I looked at him, stunned. I looked back at the car.




Away Day Ch. 06



“Nineteen hundred and 57 Chevy BelAire! Just like the one I had when we were dating?” It’s a few days early, but it’s our anniversary present! Do you like it?”

In spite of myself, I was beginning to recover slightly and a smile escaped my somber appearance. 

“Yes, I like it. Why?” I said helplessly.

“When we playact scenes from the past, I want it to be me taking your virginity in my old BelAire! Not the one we’ve been using from the past!” he  grinned.

“Look, I even had them put a cigarette burn on the seat where you dropped your damned cigarette. Almost ended it right then, you know?” He laughed loudly. 

It was true at the time, I almost thought I had done the unforgivable. Putting a hole in his upholstery.

He held the door open and I examined the perfect little cigarette hole just where the original had been. 

“Hop in!” he said.

“No. No, not until our anniversary, darling; I want it to be special.”