40 comments/ 92385 views/ 10 favorites Back Scratches Affair Ch. 01 By: TabooTeller As the writer of this story, I have three things to say. First: I need to apologize to my fans for waiting so long to get this story done. Second: I need to apologize to a couple of people for breaking my promise about when I would have this story done. It should have been done more then two months ago. More about that on my updated Literotica blog. Third: Another warning this story has kinky sex in it. And because of the time element, I did not make it as long as I would have liked. I cut down on the sex, especally their wedding night, and I did not describe their relationship as much as I wanted to. Some readers may think that's good. :) So now for my latest creation: Chapter 1 Posted: January 14, 2007 - 01:04:49 pm Jack sat down on the gym's bench feeling very somber. He shook his head, and then looked around the changing room. There were only a few guys in there at the moment, but he still didn't want them to think he was sick or something. He sort of felt sick, but not from working out too long, or because he had a virus. He was thinking about what he had just seen and what it probably meant. He shook his head again. He thought something was up with his wife for the last nine months, but this? He looked around, but the guy with the back scratches had gone into the shower room. He had seen the guy around before, even had said ÒhiÓ to him once or twice, but he didn't know his name mush less anything about him. Jack had sat down to change and gotten up to get something out of the locker he was using that day. Right next to him was the guy, he turned sideways and Jack had a good view of the scratches on his back. Two sets of four lines, each line about an inch apart. Each set was on opposite sides of his back, right under his shoulder blades. Most were on his back, but they partially wrapped around his side. They looked fairly fresh, like they had happened one or two days ago, and there looked to be almost healed sets under the fresh ones. What shook him up was the fact that he had seen the identical scratches on Jennia, his wife's back a week ago. They had been dressing to go to work and Jennia had come back into their bedroom, topless, to get a blouse she had forgotten. She had turned to put on her bra, and then turned her back to him. He had looked at her, because he liked to and he hadn't been looking at her lately, when he saw the scratches. Two sets with four lines in each set. Hers also started on her back, under her shoulder blades, and then partially wrapped around her side. He had been puzzled about how they had gotten there. He looked closer and saw that there were old ones, almost all the way healed, under the new ones. That really had made him think. He hadn't noticed the old ones. He knew their sex life had dropped off, but the rut they were in must have been worse than he thought, if he hadn't been looking at her. Their marriage had been in ruts before, but they had always been able to get out of them, but this one seemed worse at that moment. They hadn't been doing much together lately and their sex life was not as it had been. He hadn't been seeing her naked that much lately so he wasn't as horny as he sometimes was, but they really should be doing it more. He had winced in sympathetic pain when he had seen the scratches and he winced once more as he thought about not noticing them. He sat on the bench for a moment thinking of their relationship, if those scratches meant what he was afraid they meant it probably was the end of their marriage. He remembered how they had met. It was in college. They had seen each other in high school, but hadn't really gotten to know each other, until they happened to meet up at college. Their relationship had built slowly. She was rather independent and strong willed. He was easy going. He had asked her out because he had wanted a really pretty date for a special event, which was sponsored by the college. After the date he had walked her to her dorm room and told he had enjoyed being with her and that he had gotten what he wanted, a very pretty date to spend the evening with. She surprised him by reacting to what he said. He thought she was going to be angry, but it turned out that she appreciated him saying that. It was like she wasn't used to guys telling her that. They continued to date, eventually just dating each other. It again surprised him when she had said she wasn't dating anyone else anymore. They hadn't agreed to go together, but it seemed like they were since he had stopped asking other girls out. Three months later on Valentine's Day, he had asked her to marry him. She had said yes immediately. After a long, good night kiss she had instigated, he had walked back to his car; he was living off campus at that time, on cloud nine. He had felt like kissing her more, then back walking her into her bedroom to really celebrate; but he had managed to hold off this long, he could do it a little more. She had surprised him earlier in the dating process by saying that she was still a virgin. She had stayed that way even with living in the dorms where there was a lot of sex going on. She hadn't wanted any old college boy, but someone special. They almost didn't wait until the wedding night. Three times, they went further than just kissing and light petting as they had been doing. Once she even gave him a climax in his pants. He had felt her bare breasts for the first time. Her blouse was loose and it was easy to reach into it to cup her breasts. She hadn't resisted when he pushed her bra up and placed a hand on each lovely mound. He had gasped in pleasure as he touched them for the first time bare. He managed to move around behind her still with his hands on her breasts. He was afraid if he let go she would stop what they were doing. Now he was up against her back and massaging both bare breasts. That had been a huge turn on. He ended up humping her butt a couple of times. He just couldn't help it. They stayed that way for five minutes or so and she was groaning when they finally sat down. Another minute of kissing and one of her hands dropped to his lap. It might have been by accident the way it landed, but as she felt his hardon, she didn't pull her hand back. Her body jerked slightly when she realized what she was feeling. A few seconds later, she moved her hand caressing the hard long tube. He groaned into her mouth. She gripped it as much as possible through his pants. She squeezed it once, then harder again. The second time was too hard and he jerked, but he didn't say anything. She let go and just caressed it. Soon all he was doing was moaning. Enjoying the sensations, but at the same time afraid she was going to stop at any time. Soon he reached back up her blouse and gripped a boob. Jennia gasped and he moaned louder. He was so close that the feel of her breast brought him even closer. Soon he was humping against her hand. Again, he couldn't control it. She pressed harder against him and his humping increased. He was continually moaning into her mouth, while squeezing and massaging her breast. At one point, he lifted his head back and groaned loud and long. He was so close and felt so good even with her hand on the outside of his pants. A minute later he groaned louder still humped hard and froze for a second then he let out a soft scream and sperm started shooting out of his rod. The scream ended, but he gasped and gasped-moaned as his ecstasy continued. One final hump and one final squirt of man juice and he relaxed falling back against the couch. After he regained his composure all he could think of to say was, "Thank you. That was good" Jennia smiled and said, "That's good." Jennia readjusted her bra and the snuggled next to him. They kissed some more, but that was all the extra stuff for that night. Later they talked about it and she said that she had just wanted to make him feel good. Jennia had liked feeling him, what she gotten out of the experience was satisfaction that she had made him feel like that. During the next few months, he tried to feel her special spot, but never was allowed to. He felt a naked boob twice for a few seconds each time, but there had never been a repeat of that night. During one of those two times, he got to see her breast, but it was dark and he couldn't make out much. After they were engaged, twice he did get to rub between her legs but both times it was through her pants and he didn't feel anything, except material. She seemed to enjoy it, but not enough to let him reach into her pants. Coming out of his reverie, Jack thought that he better get moving, or some of the other guys may think it strange that he was just sitting there getting a hardon. It was just half-hard now, but it would get all the way hard, if he continued thinking those thoughts. He finished changing and as he did, he thought about their wedding. Their engagement lasted eight months and they were married in a beautiful ceremony. They were one of those couples where everything went right. Their wedding night was great, seeing her naked and feeling her up was so fantastic. Only one thing spoiled it, for him anyway. She never climaxed. He licked her, rubbed her clitoris and even gently, finger fucked her-after feeling up her wonderful looking hole-but nothing. There was something, she did enjoy what he did. She groaned a lot, but no ending pleasure peak. The next couple of times they had sex he tried even harder, thinking he hadn't done enough that first time. Nevertheless, it was the same those two times and each time after. She seemed to reach a certain level of enjoyment and stop. Jennia explained that she must be low orgasmic and he would have to get used to it. She still enjoyed their lovemaking enough to want to attack him at times, so it was okay. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was doing something wrong however. Over the years he tried to learn how do cunnilingus better, to caress her G-spot and to use his fingers to fuck her more effectively, but nothing got her over the edge. Ten years into their marriage, they were doing it with her straddling him and she had a climax. A very obvious one. Outside he was calm as he asked if that was one, inside however he was jumping saying "yes!" She said that yes she thought it was one and it was good. From then on, most of the times when they had sex, she was on top and it got to the point where she had a climax almost every time they made love. That did not include when they did a quickie, but she was Ok with that. When she did have an orgasm, it was just one even the few times they screwed three times in one session. He felt better about it, but he still thought he could be doing more. That last two years she seemed to be having more orgasms, but still not as other women. They would have sex three times in one session and she would have only one while he had three. He always thought it should be the other way around. He would wonder at times if he was just missing the correct position while on top of her. On the other hand, it could be that he had a slightly premature ejaculation. Jack had thought about doing the exercises that were supposed to prolong him cumming, but she always said he was doing fine. Jack continued to think about their wedding and some of the almost, but not quite problems they had been having. Just getting too busy to really spend the time with each other, as they should mixed with taking the other for granted, at times. That had happened before, one would realize it and they would talk and do what was needed to get out of the rut. This time, at least by how he felt right now, the rut was deeper than usual. He wondered if she wanted out of the rut, or out of the marriage. He went through his exercise routine half heartily and quit before he was through. The next day he bought her flowers, which he hadn't done for five, maybe six months. She was happy to get them. He said he wanted to take her out to dinner for a romantic evening, but she didn't seem to be happy with the day he chose. Later, she changed the day. Thinking these morbid thoughts, he went about his daily routine. Two weeks after he noticed the guy with the scratches, he arrived home from work early. He thought he could get some writing in since he was trying to become a published author, even though so far his short stories were not selling. When he arrived home, he saw her car wasn't there, so he drove down the street and parked six houses down. He walked to their house and went inside. He wanted to see if anything was going on. Nothing was out of the ordinary, but about twenty minutes before his usual time to arrive home, he heard tires squeal. He looked outside and his wife was driving around the corner fast, pulling into the driveway going way too fast. She had to slam on the brakes to stop in time. She got out of the car and rushed inside, he wasn't there when she got the door open. He decided, for a reason he wasn't sure of, not to allow her see him there. So, he had gone out a side door and ran down to his car. He drove around for a five minutes then drove home ten minutes early. She was surprised to see him, as she was fixing dinner. He didn't say anything but he noticed that she was using one of the frozen dinners she had prepared a week before. ÒIf I hadn't come home when I did, I would not have known she was cheating on dinner,Ó he thought, Òwhich might be because she is cheating on me.Ó The next day he found one of the credit card bills. He usually didn't look them over since she paid them, and if there were something she didn't like, she would say something. He looked it over, knowing it was the card Jennia liked to use the most. There was a charge at a certain hotel in town. ÒThat's funny,Ó he thought, Òshe hasn't spent the night anywhere, but here. Not for some time and when she had slept someplace else, it was out of town.Ó He wondered if it was a mischarge, or if someone else had gotten hold of the card's number. If so, they were using it sparingly, only one day and no extras. He put the bill back where he had found it. The next time she sat down to write the checks needed to pay various bills, he watched her. She said nothing about wrong charges. He shook his head, not liking what that probably meant. Eight days after the frozen meal, something happened that convinced him positively that she was cheating. She came home late and went in to take off her shoes, but he stopped her by hugging her and kissing her hard. That meant he wanted sex. She was half-undressed, which allowed him to gently pinch her nipples, while licking her mouth the way she liked it. She tried to say no, she was too busy. Jack said, "You promised we would do something Jennia, itÕs been so long I don't want to wait." She sighed, relaxed and said, "You're right I did promise. I'm sorry for not doing it more. We should." He had been sure she was going to fight harder about waiting 'till after the shower and was glad she didn't. He was horny, but he had a different reason for wanting to do it right then. He kissed her, this time she kissed back, sticking her tongue into his mouth. Jack sucked on it as he gently caressed her breasts. After she withdrew her tongue, he sucked on each of her lips. He licked them and softly chewed on the top, then the bottom. She sighed with sexual buildup. He wasn't surprised that she was getting turned on so fast. He slowly worked his way down to her breasts sucking each nipple for a minute. He licked under her breasts for a few seconds then suddenly grabbed her nipple with his mouth and sucked hard. She let out a loud moan. He repeated the process twice more, then went over to her left boob where he did it three more times. He knew Jennia didn't need much foreplay at that moment, so he left her breasts sucking on her belly button for a few seconds. Then he undressed her the rest of the way, laying her down on the bed so he could get to main attraction. Once she was on her back, he slipped off his clothes, climbing halfway on the bed when he was done. He stared at her wonderful sexy slit for a few seconds before shaking his head and moving in with his mouth. He didn't tease her like he usually did. He started licking up and down the whole slit. After a dozen up and down motions, he settled his mouth on her clit and sucked hard. She let out an ecstasy-filled shout, followed by a series of moans as he continued the sucking. Jack slowly eased two fingers into her slit going all the way back. He rubbed her G-spot for a moment, but then went deeper. After a few seconds of moving them back and forth, he withdrew his fingers and looked at them. He had kept up sucking her clit only stopping for a second to suck on a finger. He put his mouth back down on her clit chewing and sucking this time. The finger he had sucked on he moved to her butt. Quickly, before she could say anything, he placed it at her anus and gently pushed it in. He pushed it in halfway then pulled it back out almost all the way. He repeated that motion three times before she could react. She said, "Please not now. I don't feel like it tonight." Jennia had said it easy, but the tone was more commanding. He pulled his finger all the way out not really caring she had said no. He had already learned what he wanted to know. Her anus had lube on it, which went along with the fact that her clitoris was red and swollen. She may have thought that it would be calmed down by now, but it was still aroused enough for him to notice. He was surprised that his fingers had come out of her slit clean though. He had expected white sperm on them, but there had been only her fluids. ÒMaybe she made the guy wear a condom,Ó he thought, Òor made sure he came outside of her body.Ó He hoped it hadn't been in her mouth the way he had sucked her tongue. Jack was glad she couldn't see his face right then. She would tell he had a very hot and hurt expression on it. He calmed himself down and went back to licking, but only for a few seconds. As angry as he was he was still horny and the sight of her pussy excited him more, even if another man had been in it not that long ago. He stopped and scooted up the bed. Once he was on top of her, he felt for his penis, once he had his hand on it, he made sure it was in the correct position to stab it in her. He did just that. Pushing it all the way in with one shove. She went "oof" followed by a moan. Jack knew she was aroused enough not to mind his sudden intrusion. He, however, was aroused and angry enough not to care too much for her pleasure this time, so he pushed himself up with his hands, then shoved it in all the way with a hard fuck. He continued with that speed. Pulling it out and shoving it in all the way as hard and as far as he could. With her being aroused by another guy, Jack knew he wasn't going to hurt her, in actuality she would probably enjoy it. He kept up the pace, taking out some of his anger at her as he fucked her royally. He expected not to last long at that speed, but he was surprised seconds later when he didn't feel the ecstasy that meant he was close. He kept up the hard shoving though, even as he started to pant. After what seemed like over five minutes, he finally started to feel the increased pleasure that signaled he was getting close. He increased his speed, pulling out and shoving it back in until his aching shaft was completely enclosed by her love tunnel. He grunted as put more effort into it. He opened his eyes when she groaned loudly and was surprised when she started to cum. ÒShe must have been really excited by the guy,Ó he thought. He wondered how many climaxes she had had by the guy already, probably more than with him. Then his ecstasy took over and all he could think of was that he was going to cum. He shoved his manhood in harder; he thought he penetrated further than usual. He pulled out and it hit, with a deep male scream he jabbed his ready cock in all the way and began shooting his sperm up her womb. He pulled out and fucked back up her pussy five more times letting out lighter grunts each time. Finally, he was done shooting and after two more easy shoves, he pulled out. Back Scratches Affair Ch. 01 He stretched out next to her even though he really wanted to storm out of the bedroom. After catching his breath and getting control of himself, he answered her question. Jennia had repeated, "Boy that was something else. You were horny." He said, "Yep, but so were you. That was some orgasm." "Hey, we haven't had sex for a while. You make me horny. I love you and you love me. That and your sexy body make me want sex." While she spoke, she moved closer to him intertwining her legs with his. "That felt good and I like feeling your skin next to mine." He thought, Òand do you tell that to your lover too?Ó She said, "I'm sorry we haven't done this more lately. I know its tough on you and I am sorry." He grunted not knowing what to say. She looked at him like she wondered what he was thinking, but layback down. He thought that she sounded sincere He let her snuggle for a while longer, but then said, "I need to go do some work and you need to finish your shower." She grasped him harder, but he wiggled his way out of her arms saying, "We do have things to do." "I know, but itÕs been so long since we have had sex, or just laid here that I didn't want to stop." e didn't have anything he wanted to say out loud, so he just grunted and left the bedroom. As he walked out of the bedroom he thought, ÒBoy, I hope she didn't have him cum in her mouth to finish off. I have only cum in her mouth once. I've read stories where a wife lets her lover do things she won't do with her husband. "Do for Lust, but not for Love" is one and "Best of Both Worlds" is another, but I don't know how many wives, in real life, really allow their lovers to do more than they allow their husbands. At least we have done anal sex a few times, so it won't be completely like those stories... If she did allow him to do that, it would make three things I would have to be angry with her about. He decided that there was only one way to find out, and it would also give him absolute proof that she wouldn't be able to refute. The next tree weeks were hard on him, as he tried to think of a way to catch her with her lover. ValentineÕs Day fell within that time period and he ordered some flowers sent to the place she worked part time, but his heart wasn't in it. He spent a total of two hours at three different stores trying to find a card that wasn't too mushy. Jack could not find anything, which fit what he was feeling so he settled for one that said what he usually said in a card. She gave him two different cards on different days and a small heart shaped pillow that said "YouÕre Mine". He wondered about that sentiment. She seemed to be sincere in what she said, but he wanted to know if she gave anything to her lover. It would seem like she would have gotten him at least a sexy card, he figured. He felt like asking how she could express what was on the pillow, but he as he took another look at it he realized that it didn't say that he was hers alone. So, she could honestly express that even with having a lover. That was when he decided to find her with her lover and to take pictures. Even one or two of them together would be enough to show her. That would be the irrefutable proof he wanted, and he would enjoy the look on her face when he showed her the pictures. Not to mention he could use them in the divorce-god, that thought hurt, but it was where they were headed it looked like. If it did go there, he decided that she would get as little as possible. On ValentineÕs night though, Jennia surprised him. They had sex three times. They hadn't had a triple session like that for months, maybe for a year. It was enjoyable and he forgot for a while that she was cheating. The second time she rolled over on top of him after some snuggling scooted down and started sucking him. He got hard fast, for he had been only half-soft. She sucked and licked him almost to a climax then straddled him, fucking him until they both came. That surprised him. She hadn't had any foreplay, but then again it was their second screw so the first one could have aroused her enough to be able to cum. The third time was after a rest. He went down on her even though he had cum twice inside her. He was excited enough to not mind his own sperm mixed with her juices. Some other man's would upset him, but it was his and he had tasted it before, so he just licked it up along with hers. It was obviously she liked what he was doing with his tongue and after a couple of minutes told him to fuck her. Jack licked few more seconds, but she insisted that he fuck her, so he did. She had a climax as he began shooting his sperm into her. That made it two for her and three for him. During the next few days, Jack put together a plan. He thought that she might be meeting the guy after the weekly lunches she had with her girlfriends, for that matter, maybe she didn't have lunch with them every week, but met with her lover. He thought to disguise himself. As he was growing up he read a lot of spy novels and many authors stated that the best disguises were the simplest. One of his friends ran a small playhouse so he asked the friend for some equipment. A special pouch he could wear on his stomach that made his small potbelly look bigger, elevator shoes that made him look over inch taller and fake glasses. He bought himself a shirt in a color that made him look pale. It was a color he didn't wear, so it would make him look even more different. Jack waited for a day he knew she was going to the Silver Plate. He got off work early that day, changed, and then headed for the restaurant. Once there, he parked away from her car and went inside. He was able to get a table within sight of hers. There were four other women at the table his wife was at. They talked and giggled throughout lunch. After half an hour, or so three of the women left. That left Jennia and one other. The other woman hardly ever lifted her head to look at people who were talking. Jack racked his brain to figure out who she was. He immediately had recognized each of the other women, but even though he was sure, he had met this one before he couldn't remember her name. The two women talked for a while longer. He noticed that the shy one talked more to Jennia than to any of the others, which probably meant she liked Jennia more. No man came to the table that day, but Jack saw that an old boyfriend of Jennia's was there. A guy she had dated before she got serious with Jack. In fact, she had dated both for three months before the man quit asking her out. Jack hadn't seen him for years and Jennia hadn't mentioned that she had seen him either. Could it be the guy had come into her life to seduce her? He had had the hots for her way back then after all. His wife paid her part of the bill then left, as did the other woman. The old boyfriend had not talked to her, but the fact that he walked by the table could have been a signal that he was ready to meet with her. If they did, it wasn't in the parking lot. Jack didn't see where his wife left after leaving the parking lot, so he went back to work. Changing from his outfit there. The next week he tried it again. The first part of his wife's lunch was a repeat of the previous week. Five women talking and giggling and as before the other three left first. This time however there were two differences. One was that the guy with the back scratches he had seen at the gym was there. That guy sat in the back. The second thing that happened different was that the old boyfriend stopped and talked to Jennia. He talked for a few minutes. The shy woman twice jerked in surprise and looked to be blushing, even though Jack couldn't be sure. That probably meant the guy had said something suggestive. Something about him and Jennia maybe? No way could Jack know for sure. This time when his wife and the other woman left Jack was determined to follow. During the past week, he had decided that Jennia was probably heading for that motel charged on their credit card. He knew what part of town it was in even though he didn't know the hotel. He drove to where he thought it was the started looking for the correct address, which he had gotten from the phone book. He went past the driveway twice before realizing that the hotel was off the road. It had two driveways leading into it, but both were in between two other businesses. Both driveways had small signs. One almost had to know where it was to find it. He drove down the driveway for a minute before arriving at the parking lot. It turned out that the place was secluded in some trees next to a hill. Very nice for a private getaway. He parked and got out of the car. It took him a few seconds to figure out where the office was the way the place was designed. He finally found it and went in. There were hearts of all types and paintings of romantic couples on each wall. His eyes widened as he looked closer at one painting and saw that the couple were doing more than just kissing. ÒSome type of romantic rendezvous hotel,Ó he thought. He looked around, then went through the other door to the inside. There was a courtyard with quite a few loveseat benches and a fire pit in the middle, along with some smaller trees and bushes. Some of the benches were occupied already. He saw that one couple were two guys and three others were both female. He wondered if the two male-female couples really were man and woman. He was glad none of them was his wife. He looked around some more, but no sign of his wife. He had seen a car like hers in the parking lot so thought she was here, but couldn't be sure. He thought about going back to the office to ask which room she was in, but thought she wouldn't use her real name. Even if she did, would they tell him in this place? He didn't think so. Jack waited for a few minutes, looking at the doors hoping she, or the guy would come out for something. If it were her old boyfriend, or the guy from the gym he would recognize him. He saw no one he knew, but he noticed the doors had names instead of numbers. The Purpled Passion was one, Pretty in Pink was another. The nameplates were different colors, going along with the name of the room. He kept reading and found one that said Wild Purple Sea. Jennia liked the color purple, in the lighter shades, and she liked the sea. The Purpled Passion room had been darker than she usually liked. He decided that this could be her room. He had brought along their digital camera. He now took it out of his pocket, but he wasn't sure how to get into the room. He could knock and when one opened the door he could barge in, take a couple of pictures then leave. It seemed like by now one of both would be naked. He didn't need pics of them actually having sex. While he crouched by the door he was surprised when the guy from the gym joined him. The guy walked up like he was trying to be sneaky then crouched on the other side of the door. He turned and looked at Jack. He said, "I guess we are here for the same reason... My name is George." Jack nodded confused, but said, "My name's Jack." They shook hands and Jack said, "Now we just need to get into the room." Jack wondered about the other guy being there, but he was determined to do what he had come to do. George said, "I think I can get us in, if these are the old fashion kind of locks." Saying that, he straightened up and walked to the door, a second later he turned and nodded to Jack. Jack was just straightening when the other man did something to the door lock. He had his body in front of the door so Jack couldn't see what he did. He opened the door slowly and silently. He motioned Jack to go in first. Jack did, quickly moving to one side so the other could come in. Once in, Jack glanced at the walls. They were done in light purples and blues in a style reminiscent of waves. There were pictures of nymphs and mermaids running, or laying on the beach. There were some mermen along with well as one or two well-endured satyrs. One Mermaid was making out with a nymph, half in the water while another nymph had her hand between the legs of what looked like a human woman. One could see clearly that two fingers were inside the woman while her thumb was rubbing the joy button and another finger was in the woman's anus. There were two paintings of women intertwined while lying on towels on a beach. The bed was made up in blues and light purple, with sand color sheets. The color scheme made it look like it was made to look like waves on a beach. After the quick look, he stared at what was happening on the bed. There was his wife on all fours with someone standing behind her. That someone was bucking their pelvic area against Jennia's backside, hard. He had a good view of them, since they were standing on the bed sideways. He could see his wife's breasts bouncing with each impact. A closer look and he could see the dick entering his wife's slit. As he could hear his wife's groans as well as the groans her lover were making. It sounded like both were really enjoying it and approaching a climax. Jack took a second look at the dick. Something wasn't right, but he wasn't sure what. The color was darker than the color of the rest of the body for one thing and second it didn't look right. From what he could see of it in the second it was out of his wifeÕs body, as it was pulled out and plunged back in. He looked back and forth seeing some black strips on the lover, some type of thong he wondered. Then his eyes moved up the lover's body, for something had attracted his attention. His eyes widened as they traveled up her lover's body. There on the chest were two breasts flopping up and down. They were small so were moving little, but they were still bouncing. For a moment, he thought Òwhat a she male??!!Ó Then, it clicked as his mind got the right prospective and adjusted to reality. Everything made sense now. The back scratches in exactly the same position as George's, that George was here for the same reason Jack was, the fact that there had been no semen after his wife made love to the guy. The strange black thong was really straps for a strapon dildo. He gasped out "Oh god" as he thought her lover is another woman. The woman jabbing that plastic cock into Jennia turned at the sound of his voice. Her eyes went wide as she saw them. She looked at George and shock mixed with fear appeared on her pixie face. She then looked at Jack and horror appeared. She pulled out of Jennia made an "eppp" sound collapsing onto the bed, rolling into a fetal position. George took a step forward, but then held his ground. Jennia grimaced, or so it seemed to Jack, then said, "hey!? Get back inside me, I'm almost there." She started to turn probably realizing she had felt the bed move differently. Jack said, "I don't think she can finish you off, maybe you can do yourself." She started to say something, and then her head spun around to look at him. She stared for a moment in shock. Various emotions played on her face, shock, guilt- that he was glad to see- but then anger. He wondered if she realized he had been in the restaurant spying on her, for he was wearing the same outfit except for the glasses. She turned to glance at her lover then said, "Look what you did to her!" Feeling angry and hurt he said, "As I said maybe you can finish yourself off, you don't really need her- slut." He had added the last more out of anger than any other reason. Shock mixed with anger appeared on her face and she said, "Susan, or myself would do a better job than you have been doing, even my hand knows more than you. And if you weren't spending so much time on that writing, you'd be good at what you might be able to learn too." It was so totally unexpected that it took him a couple of seconds to process what she had said; he was just opening his mouth to respond when it hit him. Jack's mouth dropped open. He felt like she had slapped him, twice, tears came to his eyes from the double blow. He stared at her in disbelief, then spun on his heels and walked out of the room. He heard her cry out, "Oh, god. I didn't mean it... Come back- Please." However he kept walking, if that was the way she felt he would just leave her there with... Susan. He almost ran as he headed back to his car and with tires squealing, took off. He half expected to see her racing after him and deep down was disappointed that she didn't. He wasn't sure how he got home without getting into an accident with tears filling his eyes and with his anger building. That was an undeserved double blow below the belt, but if that was how she really felt after all these years, they had been together and after all he had done to learn how to make love to her better, he would leave her there. Jennia had started to run after him, but she saw Susan still folded into a fetal position. The dildo looking more obscene jabbing her pelvis. Her husband finally moved over to her and bent to whisper something in her ear, but then saw the dildo, looked at Jennia. She could clearly see the pain and shock on his face he said something that sounded like "you can take care of her", then turned and walked out of the room. Forty minutes later, she finally arrived home. Jack's car was in the driveway, but it was parked crookedly, with the front fender inches away from the garage door. She hurriedly got out of her car and ran into the house. As she opened the door, she called his name. There was no answer, but she heard a soft noise from the stairs. She went into the living room, and saw him at the top of the stairs throwing an armful of her clothes down the steps. The stairs were covered with her stuff, not only clothes, but earrings, a picture, and shoes. He went back into their room and came out with a ceramic scene her mother had given her. It was big enough to hold in both hands and had an Indian village on it. She looked at him as he reached the top of the stairs. She quickly said, "Not that." He just looked at her and she said in a pleading voice, "Not that... please." He looked at her then sighed and set it down next to the top step. She let out her breath in relief, not only because she didn't want to see that break, but his putting it down meant that he still had some feelings for her. She started up the stairs as he went back for more stuff. When he came with another armful of clothes, he kicked the scene. It flew over the top steps then hit a pile of clothes. She was high enough to catch it after the bounce. A quick glance told her it was Ok. She went up and followed him into the bedroom. She put down the ceramic piece on a small dresser near the door, and then turned to him. "We need to talk." He spun her way and said in an unemotional tone said, "You already said what you think and your actions spoke volumes." She walked over to him, "HoneyÉ," He glared at her when she used that word, but she continued, "I didn't mean what I said." He glared at her again and she placed a hand on his arm, she was gratified that he didn't shake it off. She said, "Please listen. You know I don't like surprises and that was a huge one. Plus I was this close", here she placed her forefinger and thumb of one hand an inch apart, "to a huge climax. You interrupted it. On top of that, I could see that you had been spying on me, so when you called me a slut, it was all I could take and I said something to get back at you. I really didn't mean it and I wasn't thinking when I said it." The anger in his eyes cooled a little, enough for him to listen to her. "I'm sorry you saw that and I'm sorry you were hurt badly by what I said." He didn't know what to say so he kept quiet. She said, "I really didn't mean it and I am really sorry I said it." He let out a deep breath and asked, "Do you love her?" Back Scratches Affair Ch. 01 "I'm not sure... Maybe." He stared at her in puzzlement, mixed with shock. "I feel attracted to her and I know she loves me." "How did it start?" "It was one of those things that built over time. Neither one of us planned it, or set out to do it." He was silent again trying to think of something to say. She said, "I still love you and she still loves her husband more than she does me." "If that's true why did it take you so long to come home?" She could see and hear the pain in his voice. "Because I had to make sure she was able to go back home. You saw the state she was in." He opened his mouth, but she said, "No, her husband couldn't help her. He left soon after you did. He did try to get her to sit up but then he looked at me still kneeling there and he looked at the strapon she had on and with a look of pain and disgust he left saying something about me helping her get out of that state.Ó "So I stayed and knelt before her telling her that you had gone." "So you do love her more than me?" "No! If I did, I would have followed her home. I just made sure she was able to get dressed. We talked a little as I dressed, we knew one day you guys would probably find out, but we were both shocked it was like that. She said she would be Ok after I said I needed to get home to you. I did see her get in her car as I was driving out of the parking lot, but I came straight here." He visibly relaxed even though the pain didn't leave his face. She was glad, taking it as a sign that he would listen to her and maybe they still had a chance. "I really am sorry." "You said that already," he said in a normal sounding voice, which she took to be a good sign. "I know, but I am sorry. I shouldn't have said that." He looked at her expectantly and she looked down then up at him, "And I'm sorry we got involved with that. It is cheating and I did wrong." He nodded and after a moment asked, "How long has the affair been going on?" "Six months." She was looking at a wall instead of him so she didn't see his mouth twist in a grimace, nor see his eyes get hard. After a moment of silence, she started to say, "I'm not sure..." However, he interrupted her by saying, "I want you to leave now." As his words hit, her head spun his way, with a shocked look on her face. She said, "But... but we are talking." He ignored her and repeated himself, "I want you to leave, now!" She stared at him not knowing why the sudden turn. He was speaking in an almost normal loud voice, but because of the tone, she knew he meant it. She felt tears trying to rise in her eyes but before she could decide what to say he said, "I'm going for a walk and you are to be gone when I get back. It will not be a short walk even though I don't know how long it will be. You can take whatever you want," here he made a sweeping motion of his hand to indicate what he had thrown down the stairs as well as what was still in the closet. He walked out the door and she stared after him with a sinking feeling in her stomach. Had she blown it that bad to destroy their relationship after all? She wondered if she should leave and what he would do if she werenÕt gone. Maybe call the cops, in the mood he was in. That would be embarrassing, especially after he explained why he wanted her out of the house. She packed some stuff, wrote a note saying she still loved him, apologizing for what stupid things she said and explaining that she really was sorry about the affair, then left. When he got back she was gone, he didn't know if he was relieved, or sadden by her going. During the next few days, He busied himself writing and working to keep his mind of to think. A week later, he saw George at the gym. They said hi to each other and the other guy suggested they meet for lunch the next day. They agreed on a place and went about their workouts. The next day Jack met George at a Sizzler. After they had gone through the line they sat in area of the restaurant didn't have any customers. After a few moments of silence Jack said, "Maybe we should start a club for husbands in situations like ours." "Maybe so- we would all be able to relate to each other without having to explain our situation." Jack nodded and George asked, "How did you deal with it after your wife got home?" "We talked some, she apologized for what she said and for the affair, but then she lied to me so, I sigh asked her to leave." "Yeah, I kicked my wife out too. That was hard, but I didn't want to sleep with her knowing she betrayed me like that." "Do you know where she went?" "I've talked to her a couple of times since then. That night after packing some of her stuff, she called your wife and they went to some motel together. She spent the whole time apologizing and explaining that it had nothing to do with me." Jack frowned at that wondered what his wife and Susan had done after they got to the hotel. He said, "I haven't talked to my wife since that night. I just don't want to hear her say how sorry she is, or explain that it was something I did after all." The other man nodded in understanding. They finished the meal and as they got up, they made an agreement to have lunch together the next week at the same time and place. That night Jack woke up and reached for his wife before he remembered she wasn't there and why. Tears came to his eyes and he almost cried, during the next fifteen minutes, three times he asked out loud how she could do that to them. end Chapter One, Chapter Two soon. Back Scratches Affair Ch. 02 Chapter two starts, as I have done before, with a little of chapter one. That night Jack woke up and reached for his wife before he remembered she wasn't there and why. Tears came to his eyes and he almost cried, during the next fifteen minutes, three times he asked out loud how she could do that to them. That week was pretty much the same as the week before. He met George at the Sizzler and again they found a table in an empty area of the restaurant. After eating for a few moments George said, "I met with my wife this week, she kept calling to ask that we talk. We met at a park she likes and we walked and talked. It was early afternoon during the week so there were not a lot of people there, mostly joggers and such. We could talk without anyone being within hearing range. She explained what happened and how she fell in love with your wife, but that love was small compared to what she felt for me. She felt bad because she did what many of us had encouraged her to: reach out and become friends with someone. She decided to get out of her shell and do that and this is what happened. At the same time, she felt that the relationship with your wife had done her some good. She wasn't sorry for the friendship, maybe not even for the love she felt, but she was sorry for the sex. She had let it go way beyond what she should have." There was a pause as the waitress came by to refresh their drinks, then he continued, "we talked a lot more about our relationship, Normally a talk like would do a marriage good, but now I don't know. I realized that our marriage was in trouble and neither one of us knew it. We were both taking the other for granted, I was doing things that bothered her and she was doing things that hurt our relationship also. Things like not talking, when we did have sex it wasn't making love, but just basically satisfying ourselves, reading, or in my case going out with my friends instead of being with her. As I said normally that type of conversation would have cleared the air and helped, but after she went so far I... don't know." Jack nodded and said, "I can see why you feel like that. I've been thinking about my relationship with Jennia, we were in a rut. One we could have gotten out of if she hadn't gone off the deep end like your wife." "Have you talked with your wife yet?" "No, it's still too painful. I don't know what good it will do." "They're living in an apartment now, I have their phone number." "I still have my wife's cell phone number." They talked a little more about how hard it was sleeping by themselves, then they finished the meal and left. Again agreeing to meet the following week. The next meeting was the same; they got their food and found a table. George started the conversation by saying, "I've been over to their place. You might like to know that they are sleeping in separate rooms. I was told that even the night they stayed at the hotel they were in separate beds. My wife said that the affair was over. It was hard sometimes for both of them to be living in the same place, but they were determined that no matter what happened to their marriages they were never going to have sex with each other again. That surprised Jack. He thought, at least, they would need to comfort each other, if not go all the way and have an open relationship, since their marriages seem to be in the toilet. George continued, "I talked to my wife again. We again aired some pains. She explained that she didn't set out to find someone else to love; it just worked out that way. She does blame our downhill slide on us, because she thinks she wouldn't have let it go as far as it did if we had been close like we used to be. She said that she didn't know how far her relationship with your wife would have gone, but that she still wants to be married to me, if we can work things out. I told her I would think about it, I missed her, but the hurt I received when I saw her with someone else still was fresh. She said she understood and repeated that she was sorry she had caused it. "Have you?" "I have I what?" "Thought about it." "Yes I have, and I have made a decision. I'm going to call her up and ask if she wants to go out to dinner with me. If so then I will take her to the same place, we went to celebrate our engagement. During dinner, I will ask if she still wants to move back in. If she says yes, I will help get her stuff the next day. We have already agreed that we need some counseling so think it can work. With certain stipulations that is." "Which are?" "That she never has sex with your wife again, and that she is never alone with your wife if they are ever together. And that if she ever does have sex with anyone else, man or woman, then I will know that either she can't control herself, or that she was lying to me about the reason behind her affair. In either case our marriage is over." "That sounds reasonable." George nodded. They talked some more, and then left. Jack asked about meeting the following week, but George said that the next week probably would not be good, but they could get together the week after. The next two weeks were especially hard for Jack. He spent the time that he wasn't working writing, but at night, he sometimes dreamed of Jennia. One night was particularly hard when he reached for her and she wasn't there. A few days later, he called her cell phone. It was off and he wondered what she was doing that early in the evening that her phone would be off. He tried again later and she answered after five rings. "Jack??" "Yes it's me" "Oh god, I fumbled the phone when I saw your number was calling. Is everything Ok?" "Everything is fine, uh, physically that is and the house is fine too." "That's a relief... Why did you call then?" He heard eagerness in her voice, which she was trying to suppress. "I wanted to know if you wanted, um, to go out with me. I...I want to take you out to dinner." The last was said with a rush and she paused for a second, probably remembering that was exactly the way he had first ask her out for date. She said, "Yes, I would like to go out with you, you're a neat guy." Which was exactly the way she had responded years ago. "Good, I was thinking of taking you to the Writing Dragon. We haven't seen Patrick and his wife for a long time, and we both like that place." She paused again "Yes, it would be good to see them again, And, um, to talk to them." He noticed that she sounded unsure, and thought it was because Patrick and his wife had some experience talking with couples with the same problem they were having. He was glad that she seemed to be willing to get counseling. "What would we do after dinner?" "I thought we could go back to, um, our, the house to talk in private." She made a noise like she was going to say something and he continued, "I mean talk and that's all before I take you back to your place." "Oh...Ok I would love to go to dinner with you. And we need to talk some more." They set a date for two nights later. That night came and he was surprised by how nervous he was. He wasn't sure how he would react to her, and what she had to say. He dressed in an outfit she liked and made it to her apartment right at the time they had agreed on. The dinner was nice, and they filled each other in on what was happening in their lives. After the meal, he spoke to Patrick the owner telling him that they might want to talk to Patrick and his wife some time, in private. Patrick was surprised by the request, but said that anytime they needed to talk him and his wife, they would be available. Jennia wasn't sure if she liked the idea of Jack making that request of Patrick especially without talking to her first, but at the same time, it meant he was trying to work on their relationship. Jack drove her to their house, so they could talk about more personal things in private. Once inside he invited her to sit and asked if she wanted anything to drink. "Just pop...I think you know what type I like." He went to get a can of pop that she liked. He gave her am empty glass with the can. He knew she didn't like ice in her drinks. She settled back and said, "I was afraid you were never going to call." He sighed and said, "I was being a coward. Instead of facing my pain and fear, I hide in work and writing. I'm sorry I left you hanging for so long. I finally decided, after talking with George and seeing how he was dealing with it, that I better call you." "I'm glad you did. I can see why you wouldn't want to face the situation I caused. It was my fault, but I wasn't going to give up without a fight either." He looked at her with a half-amazed, and half-troubled look. She continued, "I still love you, and I still want to share my life with you." "You said you might be in love with her." "I know, but I've loved you longer, and I know I love you more than I would ever love her." She paused to take a drink then said, "I'm still not sure if I really love her. I like being with her, it makes me feel really nice and satisfied that she loves me...I don't know I guess you could call it pre-love." "How did it get started?" "Susan works where I work. She came up to me one day and introduced herself. We had seen each other now and then and even though I had seen her working, talking with others, I never met her before. I knew she was very shy by the way; she interacted with the people she knew. When she came up to me, she approached me only so far, and I could see she was forcing herself to talk to me. Later she explained that she had seen the way I interacted with others and she wanted to be like me, strong, able to talk to whoever I wanted, and free to express my opinions. "I, um, took pity on her, not only because she wanted to be like me, but it took courage to come up to me, she was cute, and I knew she was a good worker and a caring person. I thought she could use a friend. So I reached out my hand for her to shake, and then I hugged her. She almost fainted when I reached for her, but then settled in my arms. She felt good there. At first, I thought it was just my maternal instinct, but when I thought about it quite a bit later, I think it was more. I liked her, and was attracted to her even back then. "At first, we just talked. She would come to my office, or I would go to hers. We talked about our husbands, families, and work. She likes to play sports, but usually doesn't have the courage to try out. "When my company had our yearly picnic I made sure she was on my team and we won." "Yeah, I remember her from that picnic." "Susan said that was when she started to feel something like love towards me. No one had ever done that for her before, and she liked the idea that I liked her enough, to make sure she was on my team. She had started having feelings for me before she introduced herself and when I hugged her they increased, but that event settled it in her heart. "I liked talking to her, she is easy to talk to and I liked the way she opened herself up to me. She would ask me things she wouldn't ask other people and she would answer my questions no matter how embarrassing they were to her. Sometimes it took her a minute, or two to be able to respond, but she always would. She appreciated that I waited for her to get through her shyness. "I invited her to lunch with my other friends, ones she knew, and one day she came. We all talked and laughed together, then she and I stayed and talked some more. We did that three times, when the next stage in our relationship began. I had taken her out to see a singing group she liked. I wanted to go with you, but you didn't like them. I told you I was going anyway." Jack remembered that evening. He didn't like that group and even though he had gone out with her before to events he didn't like, this time, partly because of where their relationship was right then and partly because he was tired, he didn't feel like going that time. He thought, "Looks like I should have gone with her anyway. I didn't mind her going with a friend, she had done that before, but if I had known, something was going to happen I would have said something." She continued the story, "I picked her up. We enjoyed the music and she enjoyed being out. She hadn't gone out before with anyone except her husband. She told me later as I parked in front of her house that she enjoyed being with me, and to my surprise I really liked being with her. We seemed to have had a special bond. I told her that and she smiled. That smile melted my heart. "We sat there talking for a while, when she moved closer and I wondered why for a moment. Then we stopped talking and just stared at each other. After a two, or three minutes, I saw her move her face toward mine. I was surprised still not being sure what she wanted, but suddenly I knew and I wanted it too. I let her kiss me. She started to withdraw because she thought I was resisting, but then I grabbed her head and brought her mouth back to mine. I kissed her harder and harder. She responded. I licked her lips and she chewed on mine. After maybe five minutes, we both withdrew, panting. "I said 'wow I've never kissed a woman before.' "She blushed and looked down and said, 'I did once when I was sixteen. We just kissed. I liked it, but I liked kissing guys more not that I kissed that many guys,' she added real fast. 'I...I'm sorry.' she added a moment later. "I said, 'did you like it?' "She said 'Yes, very much.' I saw her blush even redder. 'Don't be sorry then. I liked it to.' "She looked at me with desire and amazement, and I decided that I liked it, but she said, 'I n...need to get going.' 'I know, so do I.' "She got out of my car and walked to her house. She looked at me once before going in. I drove away wondering why I had done that. I felt guilty a little, but since all we did was kiss and as far as I knew at that time that would be the only time, I didn't feel too bad." He interrupted by asking, "Why are you telling me this?" "For two reasons. One is that I want to tell someone and my girlfriends would probably think I'm weird, or keep interrupting by saying 'how could you'? The second reason is that even if our marriage is over, I want you to know that I didn't plan this; I didn't set out to have an affair with her, or anyone else. It just grew and I went along with it without thinking of the consequences." "I don't really need to know all that." "Please, I do need to tell you." He sighed and sat down, making himself comfortable and making sure he didn't have to look at her, while she was telling her story. "Thank you," she said in a soft, sincere sounding tone. She took a breath, and then continued. "It turned out that it wasn't the last time, it was just the beginning. A month later, I took her home after lunch. Her car had broken down and she had come in a cab. Her husband wasn't home yet, so we went in to talk more. I'm not sure what happened, but half an hour later, we were right next to each other on the couch, and after we talked for a moment about the last time, she kissed me. I was surprised by her boldness, but her lips tasted good. And I liked the idea that she wanted to kiss me. We kissed for a few minutes, then I went a step further. She was wearing tights. She usually didn't wear anything that tight but I said she would look good in them, and she wore them for me. Anyway, at one point my hand dropped into her lap while we changed positions. "I thought that since it was there I could see about making her feel better. I moved my hand, with the palm all the way open, between her legs. I let it sit there for a moment to see what she would do. She kept kissing me, so I started rubbing her through her tights and panties. I knew where to rub, because I know where I would rub on my own body. She sighed in my mouth, but that was all she did for about two minutes, and then she started undulating her hips against my hand. A minute or so after that, she started making small groans. I liked the idea that I was giving her so much pleasure, even though I did that for quite a few minutes I didn't know if she climaxed or not. She enjoyed it a lot. We finally decided to stop and after a very passionate kiss, I went home. "Three weeks later, we were here and it started up again. After maybe two minutes of kissing; we stopped and talked some more. We started up again and this time my hand slipped into her lap. I found her joy button and started moving my fingers in a circle over it. She was wearing a dress that day and after a minute, she must have decided that she didn't want it through the dress. Susan shocked me by pulling up her skirt. I took that to mean she wanted it through her panties, so I started doing the circle motions again. She said that she had been so excited last time that when George got home that night she had attacked him, pulling off his clothes and fucking him hard and fast... Twice. "I was shocked again when she used that word. I thought she must be really turned on today. Which she was. That was the first taste I got of how she changed when really turned on. She got less inhibited and more aggressive. "For a moment I watched my hand going in circles over her nub. I could see it pushing her panties up making a tiny mound. That was the first time I had every done that to another girl. It was the second time actually, but the first time had been the previous time with as I have I explained already. "I was wearing my thinner pants and she suddenly reached into my lap and after a second of searching, she found the right place, eagerly started rubbing my button. "I gasped for it felt strange and good at the same time. I did her harder. I rubbed her harder and faster as she did me the same. This time I'm sure she orgasmed. It felt good as I gave her pleasure, while she gave me the same. She sighed and moaned into my mouth, which I also liked. And in case you need to know, I didn't cum. It felt good, but it was the same as with you, no climax. "Our grandfather clock bonged the time and she jumped up smoothing her dress. She said that she had to get going to meet George. And I had to start fixing you dinner. "We did some more kissing a couple of times, but only for a minute or so. I think we were both thinking about what happened last time. She suggested that we go someplace, where we would not have to worry about getting interrupted. I wasn't sure whether if I really wanted to, but two days later we were in her living room again, kissing. I was turned on and I knew she was too, that turned me on even more. We stopped suddenly as we heard someone outside. We discovered that it was UPS leaving a package. That scared us both. He might have seen something. It wouldn't have been that easy, but it was possible. And what would have happened if it were her hubby? She was really nervous. More so, if the UPS guy had seen something, than if her husband saw us kissing. "A week later she said that she found a hotel we could go to, where we wouldn't have to worry about being interrupted, or thought of as strange. She explained that it had been around for many years as a place for romance. It had developed into a place, where any type of couple could go to. There were woman and woman couples, men and men couples, as well as men and women couples. "I wasn't sure. I knew we would do more than just kiss if we went there, but I wanted to pleasure her and I knew she wanted to pleasure me badly. After a little begging on her part, I said we could go once. "She gave me the phone number and asked me to call. She knew they would know why she was calling and therefore was too nervous to call herself. I did and set a date when you were going to work late. You usually have dinner in the office and I have to eat alone. I figured that would be a good afternoon to go. She said that she could make an excuse to her husband, why she was gone during the late afternoon and early evening. Back Scratches Affair Ch. 02 "After one of the lunches with the girls, we went to the hotel, in separate cars. I checked in while she hid outside the door. I thought the way they named the rooms was cute. The first night we got a room with browns and reds, once I knew what colors the rooms were I requested the one you found us in each time. She didn't mind, especially since it made me happy." Jack nodded, understanding how the other woman would feel. He said, "You don't really have to tell me all this, I'm not sure if I want to know." "Please hear me out. As I said, I want to tell someone and my friends wouldn't understand. I'm not sure if I understand it totally myself. This might help me to understand why I did it and I want you to know what led up to it. It was not your failing, no matter what I said when you interrupted us." She looked ashamed as she said that last. He finally nodded for her to continue. "Once in the room we stood not doing anything. It was like a first date, we both knew what we wanted, but not how to do it. I finally took the lead and kissed her, full on the mouth. She responded eagerly, and soon our tops were off. I don't remember it all except that she started undoing my buttons first. She had them undone in seconds, and she whispered in my ear that she wanted to see my body badly. "Next thing I knew we were both topless. We had kept kissing throughout the time of taking off our tops and now we caressed each other. I started with her shoulders and she started with my back. Soon she felt my stomach, slowing moving up 'till she was cupping one of my breasts. We both gasped at as she took hold of it. I gasped not only for how it felt, but because it was another step closer to making love to someone else. "I paused at that moment, but it was something I wanted and she wanted. She kept going, trying to suck on my tongue. After a few seconds, I stuck my tongue in her mouth, and let her suck on it as long as she wanted. That was a great turn on. Not only because someone was sucking on my tongue, but because she was getting so turned on doing it. She began to massage my breast, gently as if she was feeling it, then harder. I slid my hand down the front of her shoulders and cupped her breast. It felt different than mine, I quickly covered the other one. I have covered my own breasts with my hands and have even massaged them, but these belonged to someone else. They fit almost perfectly in my hand. "She groaned into my mouth and a few seconds later I rubbed her nipples against the inside of my hands. She wanted more, and um, at that point so did I. "We kissed for a minute longer, and then I walked her backwards to the bed, continually kissing. When she reached it, I pushed her backwards onto the bed. Once she stopped bouncing, I was on top of her, kissing her hard. She responded by kissing me just as hard. After a second, I was grinding my hips against hers. I don't think that did much since we both still had our bottoms on, but I liked the idea. She did too from her moans. "I licked her mouth, and her chin. She had already licked mine, so I thought she would like it. I sucked on her upper lip and soon was licking her nose. I could tell by her squirming that she liked it." Jack interjected, "She does, George told me that he found out on their honeymoon that she loved her face being licked, especially her chin, cheeks and nose." His wife nodded and then continued, "I then took the next step. I slid down slightly and after looking at her breasts, I leaned down and took one of her nipples in my mouth. I sucked hard. She jumped and squealed her pleasure. I licked around the areola for a few seconds, and then sucked hard again. She jumped and squealed again. I repeated that motion half a dozen times. I then moved to her other nipple, and did the same six more times. When I was done, she was really ready. I knew if I put my hand between her legs, she would be very wet, ready for a cock I didn't have. At that point, I wasn't sure if I wanted to touch her there so I just kept licking her. "She said, 'I want to do you.' so I let her push me over and she clamped hold of one of my breasts hard. So hard, it almost hurt, but she sucked softly and within a second, I was groaning. It felt so good. She licked my nipple back and forth, then sucked for a second and went back to licking with another sucking. She kept doing that for a minute or more then moved to my other breast. She repeated her movements there. I was ready for something more by that time. "She said its time and stood. I wasn't sure what she met, but she stripped off the rest of her clothes so I had an idea. I stood and took off mine, but more slowly than she had done. We kissed naked for the first time. She rubbed her hands over my body, feeling it. "Soon I was on the bed and she was feeling my body. Later she told me she had done the same on their wedding night, with her husband. Before they had sex, she had wanted to feel his body, to examine it. "I was half afraid she was going to start licking between my legs. I wasn't sure if I would let her, even as turned on as I was... you might appreciate knowing that neither one of us at any time, licked the other, um, below the waist. We kissed a lot and I sucked her breasts a lot, but I didn't want to go there. Evidently, she didn't either, because she never tried to lick me. "Getting back to that night, after I felt her breasts, stomach, legs, and butt she touched my clit. I jumped with the thrill that went through me. "Maybe I should pause to say that even with what we did later; I never had a climax that night. She had two, maybe three, but I didn't have one. She was as disappointed, as you were on our wedding night. She already knew I'm low orgasmic, so she didn't say much about it. I could tell, though, that she was disappointed that she wasn't able to give me one, especially after I had given her two. "But going getting back to what we did. That night she touched my clit as I already said. We were standing at that point, and she just touched it, feeling it between her thumb and fingers. She whispered that she had never done that before and wanted to see if mine felt like hers. After a minute, I lay down to give her easier access, and she started very gently rubbing it. I started moaning. I'm not sure how long she carressed me like that, but she eventually slid her fingers down and slowly pushed them into my vagina. I jumped from the knowledge that it was a woman doing it. I almost told her to stop, but she found my G-spot and gently caressed it. I was in heaven suddenly. I groaned and humped her hand. After a minute, or two she increased the pressure. "I told her to suck my breast. She moved to get into a good position to do that, caressing inside me the whole time. When she placed her mouth on my nipple and sucked, I let out a sound that was almost a scream. After a few seconds, she changed tactics and started moving three fingers in and out of me. She started slow, but increased speed after every third time. "She moved over me, sucking a breast and finger fucking me really fast. That felt gooood, but after a while, her hand got tired with, as I have said already, no climax. I finally said it was her turn. She looked at me strangely, like she wondered why I was stopping when I hadn't peaked yet. "I appreciated that she had gotten me as far as she had, and I wanted to do the same for her. We traded places. Once she was on her back, I started to lick her breasts. In one of our discussions, she had told me she liked her breasts licked all over. So I went down on her breasts, big time. I licked, sucked, and chewed them. I moved my body around her so I could get to all of each breast. I was on my knees, beside her, at one point I was above her, with my knees almost touching the top of her head. I'm not sure why I scooted my way around her like that; it seemed to fit with what I was trying to do. "After I had give both of her breasts a long tongue bath, I flipped down beside her and while still sucking on a nipple, I moved my hand down her front. She was making the same noises I had been while she had done me, and I was eager to make her get louder. "I...I wanted to see her cum, and to know that it was me that making her feel so good. At the same time, I wasn't ready to just touch her between her legs. I moved my hand slowly down her chest, her stomach, I did that not to tease her, but so that I could take my time, and get used to the idea of touching her there. I had touched her clit through her panties, but this was different, and I wasn't completely sure I really wanted to do it....I mean I did want to, but at the same time I didn't want to. Part of that was my conscience. "When I reached her belly button I felt it with my fingers. Swirling one finger in and out of it. I teased her and caressed her skin there. She moaned. That inspired me to go lower. I brushed my hand through her pubic hair. As I did, I pressed harder and she groaned again. She humped unconsciously telling me to hurry, but I took my time. I touched her sweet button, drew back and touched it again. I wasn't watching my hand, but I knew immediately what it was. The second time I felt it, pressing my fingers against it, and gently rubbing it. She moaned, twice. As she had done, I very softly squeezed it between my thumb and two fingers, getting the feel of it. "Hers is different from mine. As you know, mine has a piece of skin that can flap around. Hers is more of a button, just as long as mine, I think, but no flap of skin. No wonder she had felt mine for so long before going on. I was fascinated by how different it felt; I enjoyed exploring it while making her groan with pleasure. "After a minute, or two I went further touching her slit. It seemed to be almost exactly like mine. I slipped a finger partway in and slid it up and down. I wanted to feel it, to see how it felt, while at the same time, getting used to the idea that it wasn't mine. "I'm not sure how long I felt her slit, but I got a good feel. I could tell she was getting wetter and I could hear that it was making her feel good. "She humped against my hand for the third time and I decided it was time to go in further. I pushed my finger in all the way, finding what I thought would be her G-spot. I knew where mine was so I thought hers would be at the same place. I brushed it and she jumped, while at the same time groaning loudly. I figured I had the right spot. "I said that I felt strange touching another woman there, but it took only a minute, or so before I was used to it. I was thrilled when I heard her groans of pleasure, and I felt the way her body moved. I was happy and excited to be giving her that type of pleasure. "After a while I moved my fingers out, and she moaned in disappointment, but then let out a half scream as I shoved them back in. I started moving them in and out of her and she gasped saying 'Yes do that. Oh god, keep that up please'. "That sent another thrill through me. I wanted to please her so I kept it up. I'm not sure how long I, um, finger fucked her and sucked on her breast, but she started to jerk and to raise her butt off the mattress. I knew I was getting to her. She humped against my hand, so I moved my thumb over her clit. I took turns caressing her G-spot and her clit then moving my fingers in and out of her while hitting her clit with my thumb. I increased the speed my fingers moved as her moans got louder. "I worried that the people on either side of us would hear, but I remembered what type of hotel we were in and as I listened I could hear moans every so often. "Soon she bucked hard, coming off the mattress twice as high as before. She let out a small scream then a 'yes.' She shook as she came. I smiled around her nipple. I kept it up for a few seconds after she relaxed. "I leaned back looking at her relaxing; she turned her head, looking at me with a smile. That was so good; she kissed me mumbling in my mouth saying 'I'm glad you did that to me'. I heard the emphasis on the 'you.' "We lay there together and finally she asked now what?" "I said we can do it again, or do something better. "She looked at me with puzzlement and I said that I saw a position at a porn web site I wanted to try. She was game for anything I wanted to do to her, so I told her to lay back down. I moved so that my legs where between hers like a pair of scissors. I moved so that my, um, crotch was right up against hers. I scooted myself around until my clit was against hers. I told her now we fuck each other. She looked puzzled for a moment longer, then smiled, and said 'yes I want to fuck you'. "We both started moving, it took us a few tries to get the rhythm right, but we got our hips moving right, making our clits rub the other's. "That felt good, in a way I have never experienced before. It was hard, but not too hard, I had the thrill of knowing I was pleasuring her while at the same time she was pleasuring me. We kept it up for a while, getting more out of control as our thrills grew. She started panting and gasping again so I knew she was close again. I started bucking against her to increase what she was feeling. It worked she said 'Oh, god yes, I've never felt that before do it--please please'. "I continued bucking in a way that made my clit hit hers then slide across hers, before sliding back and moving away. "Soon her movements got more desperate, slamming her clit into mine. I was surprised it didn't hurt, it felt good and I wanted her to continue. Soon she looked at me, her face twisted in an intense pleasure grimace, then she bucked harder and let out a short scream, followed by 'Yes, yes, oh god, yes.' I hit her harder with my body and her climax hit full force. She bucked and gasped and when it started to die down it started all over again. I mean all over again. She let out another scream and repeated the 'yes, yes oh god yes.' After she relaxed, I humped her a few more times then started to disengage my legs. "She looked at me with puzzlement and started to say 'but you didn't' then she nodded and pulled her legs away. I knew I wasn't going to be climaxing that evening so I twisted my body around so we could cuddle. She caressed my breasts and kissed me, saying 'thank you' with her lips touching mine. "She went on to say that she loved me and was glad I made her feel so good, she wished I could have felt it too. I told her that I had. It did feel good to me, really good and that I had felt her climax. "After a few minutes we got dressed and checked out. We separated and drove to our homes. On the way home, I thought about what I had just done. I wasn't sure how I felt. On one hand, it was great, even though I had had no climax, it still felt very good. And I liked the fact that I was able to give her two climaxes and that she had made me feel good." Jack grimaced not wanting to hear more. He was thinking, "After a story like that I should be very turned on, enough to take it out and masturbate in front of her, but because it's my wife telling me the story, I feel disgust. I can't believe she did that to another woman and I can't believe she felt that way toward another person. It wouldn't matter if it had been a man, I would still be feeling the same, actually I think it's worse because it was a girl instead of a man." His wife had kept talking and he got his mind back to what she was saying. "On the other hand, there was you. I knew I wasn't going to leave you for her and I knew you would not like what we did. I won't blame you for feeling that way. I really hadn't thought of that before, but on the way home, I had to face that. I figured there was only one way to have both of what I wanted, not to do it very often, and to do my best to keep her a secret." She sighed and said, "That was a dumb choice, I admit it. I ended up hurting you, and... probably destroying our marriage. I am sorry for doing both." She looked down then back to him, "I don't blame you for feeling the disgust you're feeling." He thought about denying the disgust, but he was feeling it and decided not to pretend he wasn't. The only thing he could think of to say was, "So you did it again?" "Yes, five weeks later we went back to the hotel and did the whole thing over again. This time we were more assured and less shy about touching the other's body. We started out with back massages and as I finished her massage, I slipped my fingers into her slit, quickly finding her G-spot. She jumped showing her surprise by my sudden intrusion, but she also let out a small screech of pleasure. I finger fucked her again, taking turns caressing her G-spot, as well as fucking her. She bucked backwards and after a few minutes, I helped her to flip over so I could see her face. She was grimacing all the time now. She had been wet when I stuck my fingers in, but she was getting wetter by the second. She was wetter than she was, the first time we did this. "After her climax hit her we cuddled for a couple of minutes. She started sucking on my nipples. Soon her hand was between my legs, where I wanted it. She rubbed my clit for a while; until I was bucking against her hand then she suddenly slipped it down and into my slit. I gasped out a shout of ecstasy and she started double finger fucking me. I was in heaven as she did that, while sucking my nipple. She twisted on top of me, sucking harder, more desperate and increasing the speed of her hand movements. She was almost hitting me too hard, but it felt too good to tell her to be careful. "That was when I should have realized that she could get very aggressive during sex. She took over, licking my boobs, kissing my lips and ramming two fingers in and out of my slit. I opened my eyes at one point and saw her smiling with satisfaction, as well as a look that said she was in charge. I closed my eyes and gave into the pleasure, before I could concentrate on that look. I again had a good time, but no climax. We did the scissors position again, longer. She loved the climax it gave her. "We did it again a third time, but it was at her house- in the living room on the couch, not their bed- and that time we only used our fingers. She was able to give me a climax, two smaller ones. She laughed out loud, the first time I bucked and sighed my way through one. She took her very wet hand, wet with my juices and sucked on it. I raised my eyebrows and she said that she had done the same thing with her husband the first she gave him a climax. She said that she had wanted to taste his cum, and now she wanted to taste mine. I thought she might want to do more, which I still wasn't ready for, but she never suggested it, or tired to lick me between my legs. "I told her that the next time we met I had a surprise for her, and when we met at the hotel I had a sack. Once inside, after we had kissed and undressed each other, I took out my surprise, a strapon dildo. I said now we can really fuck each other. She surprised me by saying she wanted to do me first. I reluctantly agreed. "She went into the bathroom and few minutes later came out wearing it. She looked strange with both her short boobs bouncing, and that fake dick bouncing. She walked up to me, flicked it hard grimacing as it bounced. I knew she had it on right so that it could stimulate her clit when it moved. She then proceeded to make love to me. Starting with kisses and slowly making her way down to my nipples. After, I don't know, how many seconds she placed her hand between my legs, rubbing my clit. After a few more seconds she slipped a finger into me to see how wet I was. After she made sure, I was ready, she moved me to the bed, I lay down and she sucked a nipple, and caressed my G-spot for a minute or two. Then she moved around on top of me. She slowly moved the tip of the dildo against my slit. She asked if she was doing it right and after I said I thought so, she asked if I was ready. I nodded and she slipped the tip into me. I moaned and she stopped, maybe thinking she had hit the wrong spot, but a second later, she pushed it in again. It did feel good, just like a real one- almost. I could tell it was plastic, not flesh so it wasn't quite as good as yours. But like my vibrators, I wanted more. She pushed it to the limit and then a little further. I said 'hey' and she backed off. Back Scratches Affair Ch. 02 "I could see the pleasure on her face as she began to fuck me. Pleasure not only caused by the thing hitting her clit, but also caused by giving me pleasure. She looked down at me lovingly with a joy I've seen on your face a lot. "She wasn't able to give me a climax that first time, but she had one. When it was my turn, I copied her, making love to her. It felt strange fucking her, while receiving ecstasy myself. I kept it up until she came. Then a few more thrusts and I pulled out, again knowing I wasn't going to cum. "We used that strap-on eight times. The next time it was here- again on the couch- and we did both the scissors position and the strap-on. And she gave me a large climax that time. Only one, but it was a biggy. "We talked about our relationship and she told me that she loved me and her husband. I said I had feelings for her, but that I wouldn't leave my husband for her. She said the same. Her love for her husband, and gratitude for him, was bigger than her love for me. We both knew that we would get caught some day. She said she knew but that we could make it last as long as possible, and that she thought she could convince her husband not to leave her. "Obviously we both made a bad decision." "Yeah, you rationalized your actions pretty good there; too bad you were so wrong." A pained look came to her eyes as he said that. "Are you done with your story?" "Yes...I'm not sure what to say. I thought I would beg your forgiveness, but I'm not sure if that would work now." A pause then, "I..I'm really am sorry. I...I..." He looked at her with a mixture of disgust, pain and puzzlement. He had never seen her with a loss for words before. She always knew what to do, it didn't always work out the way she wanted it to, but she knew what to do. After a minute, he said, "So you decided to cut back on our sex life." "Noo!" she said in a half wail, "I..., we didn't have sex as much as we could have, but I didn't plan for that to happen. I wanted to cut back with her not you." Her expression showed a grimace of pain and she said, "Please believe me." "I think I do." "What now?" "I'm not sure; I have a lot to think about." "I love you." "I know and I think I love you, but after your cheating, denying me, while you were getting it, and lying to me...I don't know." She sighed, "Would it help if you had sex without me having any?" He looked at her in shock, "No...It wouldn't." She interrupted him with, "Not that, I meant I could give you blowjobs, or let you have anal sex with me. Just get me ready and you can cum inside my gut without trying to give me a climax. That way you can get some without me getting any." "There's still the cheating and the lying, even if I did go along with your idea." She looked at him, with distress showing on her face. After a moment she said, "There's nothing I can do to make up for cheating...I didn't lie to you as much as you think." She said the last in a soft voice looking down as she did. "That may, or may not be true, but you did lie to me." After a minute of silence he said, "I think I should take you back to your place." She nodded, not trusting her voice, and then walked over to pick up her purse. They drove to her place in silence. As she was getting out of the car Jennia said, "Whatever you decide please remember that I love you, and that even though I care for her and everything we did together, I still would choose to live the rest of my life with you instead of her." He nodded and said that he would remember that, inside though he was thinking that she had a strange way of showing it. He didn't say it out loud, because he didn't want to sound like a cliché. A few days later, she came over during the day to get some clothes. He was there, but they didn't talk much. On the way through the kitchen, she saw a three pages sitting flat, but with folds to show that, it had been folded over to fit in an envelope. She glanced at the header and saw something to do with a magazine. "What's this?" "Its a contract for a story." She said "oh" and took another step, then her head snapped his way, a big smile broke on her face. "Does that mean you sold a story?" "Yes, it does- You know that I've been told that I wasn't putting enough emotion in my stories." His wife nodded and he continued, "I decided, I should write a couple stories while I was feeling some strong emotions. Besides it helped me pass the time." "I knew you could you do it," Jennia said still smiling. "Not bad, for someone who would never be good at writing." Her face crumbled, with a pained expression, "I said I didn't mean that. I only said it out of shock and anger." "I'm sorry... That may have been unfair, but... but it hurt to hear you say it." "I know...If I could take it back I would, but I can't." Instinctively, Jennia put her arms around him and hugged him. She said, "Even if I had meant it, this proves you can do it, just like I said many times." She let go quickly, because she thought that he might not appreciate her attempt at comforting him. He said, "It really wasn't all that many times." Jennia looked puzzled, "It should have been, because I thought it all the time." They talked some more and she eventually left with her stuff. Later that week they got back together for another talk, this time it was without dinner. At one point, he couldn't help to ask, "Did you like the anal sex with her?" end Chapter two, chapter three soon-I hope. Back Scratches Affair Ch. 03 Here is the last chapter. Sorry about the delay. My editor had some extra work to do, and. there was mix up. I warn you though that this is the chapter that has the kinky sex in it. Something different for me. Since its been a while I added some of chapter two to elp you catch up. * A few days later, she came over during the day to get some clothes. He was there, but they didn't talk much. On the way through the kitchen, she saw a three pages sitting flat, but with folds to show that, it had been folded over to fit in an envelope. She glanced at the header and saw something to do with a magazine. "What's this?" "Its a contract for a story." She said "oh" and took another step, then her head snapped his way, a big smile broke on her face. "Does that mean you sold a story?" "Yes, it does- You know that I've been told that I wasn't putting enough emotion in my stories." His wife nodded and he continued, "I decided, I should write a couple stories while I was feeling some strong emotions. Besides it helped me pass the time." "I knew you could you do it," Jennia said still smiling. "Not bad, for someone who would never be good at writing." Her face crumbled, with a pained expression, "I said I didn't mean that. I only said it out of shock and anger." "I'm sorry... That may have been unfair, but... but it hurt to hear you say it." "I know...If I could take it back I would, but I can't." Instinctively, Jennia put her arms around him and hugged him. She said, "Even if I had meant it, this proves you can do it, just like I said many times." She let go quickly, as she thought that he might not appreciate her attempt at comforting him. He said, "It really wasn't all that many times." Jennia looked puzzled, "It should have been, because I thought it all the time." They talked some more and she eventually left with her stuff. Later that week they got back together for another talk, this time it was without dinner. At one point, he couldn't help to ask, "Did you like the anal sex with her?" She looked shocked that he knew they had done that, but she said, "Yes. The first time was my idea. Susan told me, while we had some of our private talks, that she likes it when she is very aroused. One day I thought about while I was using a finger in her anus, while f... um, while using the strap-on. I thought she would enjoy it, so I stopped and went into the bathroom. She called after me, but I ignored her. Once in there I changed the dildo to the smaller one that came with the strap-on. I came out holding a jar of Vaseline. When she saw the small dildo along with the jar, she immediately figured out what I had in mind. Susan let out a small yip for joy and quickly got on her hands and knees. "I went straight to her, opening the jar on the way. Once behind her, I scooped some out with two fingers and pushed both fingers into her anus. She groaned in pleasure and I knew that I wouldn't have to do much to get her ready. I spread the Vaseline around her opening then scooped out some more, which I placed on the dildo. I then moved forward and touched her crack just under the right spot with the tip of the strap-on. I moved it up a bit then pushed forward. It still wasn't quite right, so I moved it again. Sideways this time and once I had it right on the spot; I took a breath and pushed again. She yelped as the head started to separate her anus. I pulled back, but as she let out a nooo, I knew that she hadn't made that noise out of pain. "I pushed with my hips again and this time she pushed back. When the head popped in, we both let out a gasp. I stopped, but Susan continued to push back. It was fascinating to watch that tube shaped piece of plastic disappear into her butt. And it was a turn on. I knew she was enjoying it, and I knew I was responsible for that pleasure. Plus the dildo was pushing against my clit producing all types of pleasure." Jennia took a breath and continued. "She pushed some more and this time I pushed back. I decided that if she liked it that much we should get it over with so I shoved it in all the way. She let out a very loud gasp and her head went up and back. "She said, 'oh god. Do it again.' "My eyebrows went up. She certainly did like it. We, um did that for while, until she came. I think I almost had a climax, but I decided I wasn't going to have one this time, so I quit. "She wanted to do me once she recovered. I hadn't thought about that when I came up with the idea, I just had wanted to pleasure her, and I wasn't sure if I wanted it then. "I told her that, and she smiled when I said all I wanted to do was pleasure her. After a second, she said that we could work on it, so that I would want it. She wanted to do it really bad, so I said ok. "She had me get into the same position, and then she grabbed the smaller dildo, attached and lubed it. After I was on my knees, she used her fingers to get my slit excited. I was already very wet from what we had done before, and with what the strap-on had been doing to my clit. She massaged my anus, while caressing my clit with her other hand. Sooner than I expected, I was ready to try that smaller dildo in my other hole. She used plenty of Vaseline to lube me up. She knew that even though at times I liked it, I didn't love it like she did. "After a few seconds I felt her move away, and then I felt something hard touch a butt cheek. It slid sideways, slipping into my crack. Another slide and it was on my anus. "It felt different than you. You can be very hard at times, but there is also a softness to you. This dildo didn't have that type of softness. I had felt it in my slit so I knew that already, but this was in my tighter, less lubricated hole. "Susan told me to push back which I did. I felt a resistance, but kept pushing and soon I felt it enter me. I gasped. Partly in pain, and partly because I knew what was coming. I heard her gasp too, I didn't know if it was from watching it enter me, or because the dildo was pressing against her clit. She pushed in, but slowly. That surprised me, I half expected her to shove it in like I had. I'm glad she didn't because that would have hurt. I think she knew that, because she was very careful. She waited until I pushed back. It didn't feel so bad sliding in, not as good as when you do it, but it wasn't bad at all. She gasped when hit she my butt cheeks. I knew that was because of the strap-on pressing against her clit, and I remembered how good that felt. "Once it was all the way in she sat there for a minute, letting my body, and me, get used to having something up my rear. She hadn't needed that time." Jack started to say something but all he was able to say was, "I..." Jennia stopped him, "I know you always do that. Your patience, even during times like that, is one of the things I like... what I love about you." She said that last with a sigh. They both paused for a moment, and then she continued. "She um, well... fucked me until she had a climax. Even though she got rough at the end, I still had a good time, even though, as usual no climax. "I was able to watch her in the mirror in the headboard. At one point I saw her boobs flapping as she thrust in, it gave me a surreal feeling. I could see her very feminine face twisted in pleasure as she, um, fucked me and I could see her boobs. I wasn't sure if I wanted her to continue. It just hit me as too strange. I almost told her to take it out and that we should stop with the sex." "But you didn't?" Jennia looked ashamed for a moment then said, "No, I thought about her love for me and how that would hurt her, so I just put my head down and got back into the pleasure she was producing in me." "So you continued having sex with her." It wasn't meant to be a question, but she nodded anyway. "At one point I told her I wanted to slow things down, because I was neglecting you too much. She understood that, but she was angry, at George- for treating her like a child- so she didn't say anything that she had been neglecting him also. "From what she had said, before we started having sex and after we started, I thought she had pushed ahead with our relationship, because her and George's was souring. I knew she still loved him, but things were not going well between them. And I wanted to comfort her, to help her through this time. I care for her and I didn't want to hurt her. She was having enough problems with her husband." Jack started to say something, but she spoke first, "And yes I liked the sex. She had a way of doing things just right. Even when she first scratched my back, which happened the third time I was on top of her, the sex was enjoyable. "That was when I started making excuses for not having sex with you. I didn't want you to see the scratches. It surprised me when she dug in her fingernails and scraped them across my back. I yelped in pain, even though I kept up my thrusts into her, and later in the bathroom mirror, I could see that she had dug deep enough to draw blood. Not much, but I knew I had to hide them from you. So I made sure we didn't have sex and that you didn't see me naked, until they were mostly healed up. I tried to make it up to you by having a double session, but you didn't know what I was doing. "That might be why she and I started having marathon sessions. Susan because of her problems with her husband, and me because you and I were not having sex. You remember that day I came home late and you wanted to have sex? I said that I was tired, but you pleaded that I had promised?" "Yeah, I remember that day." She was surprised by how strongly he said that, but continued with her story. "That was our second marathon session. We started having sex in the scissor position and that lasted longer than normal, then we almost fought over the strap-on, because we both wanted to, um, use it on the other. I was able to wear it first that time. Halfway through, me using it on her I got an idea. I surprised her when I said just a moment and pulled out. I got my purse and took out a vibrator I had brought along. I quickly rubbed some lube on it then went back to her. I saw her eyes widen as I walked back to her while rubbing the lube on it. She got the idea really fast. "When I was standing next to her she flipped over and pulled her legs up allowing me complete access. "I have to say that again I felt a moment of surrealism as I stared at her slit, knowing what I was going to do to another woman. That time I just shook my head and bent over her. I jammed in the dildo, lying on top of her again. After kissing her, I slipped the vibrator between her butt and the bed. I fumbled a little, but I found her crack and slipped it inside. I managed to find her anus with my finger then slipped the tip in. I had lube on it so I spread it around, and then pushed in all the way with one hard shove. She jumped and yelped, but I knew she liked it. I pulled it out, knowing she was ready for the larger device. I managed to get it in the right position then slowly pushed it in. She pushed back to help and soon it was halfway in. At that point, I pushed the 'on' button. She again jumped and let out a purring moan, as I thrust the vibrator in all the way. I let it sit there a moment then started thrusting again with the strap-on. A minute later, I started thrusting in and out with the vibrator. "That wasn't easy, I kept losing my rhythm, and a couple of times my hand slipped from the device, but she didn't care. Her groans and moans were loud, in the end she had one of the biggest climaxes I had ever seen her have. That wasn't the end; I kept going until she had an even larger one. "We just kept going, not wanting to stop. I surprised myself by cumming three times, and I'm not sure how many times she came, ten times, or more. "When I got home that day, I was tired and sexually satisfied. When you insisted, I knew I had promised you, but I also wanted you to have some of what I had experienced. I argued because I didn't want you to see anything that would give you an idea that I had already had sex. When you played with my anus, I told you that I didn't feel like it not only because I didn't want you to discover the lube, but because I was sore. Susan had gotten a little rough toward the end, which I hadn't minded at the time, but I was sore down there afterwards. "That day you discovered us was another of those sessions. We had already used our fingers on each other, and she had had one climax. This time it was her turn to use the strap-on first and the way I was feeling after she used her fingers on my G-spot, I knew I was going to have a climax with her on me. She wanted to do it from behind and I don't know what she was doing that was different, but it felt good, better than usual. As good as you do sometimes, I started shouting for her to fuck me like that more and as she did, I could feel a large climax building. I've only felt something like that once, or twice before. It just kept building and building. It was at the point that it was feeling better then most of my usual climaxes, and I wasn't there yet. "I knew I was right there on the edge, just a few more thrusts and I would be shouting, but then she stopped. I couldn't understand why. I suddenly heard your voice and it took me a minute to realize who had spoken, then I got angry that you would dare interrupt at just the wrong moment. I turned and looked at you. It took me a second to realize why you were wearing those clothes and that you had been spying on me. That made my anger flare up even more. Shock set in, that you knew, but instead of calming the anger, the shock made it grow even more. That was when I said that about you not being able to give me a climax and that you couldn't write." She looked ashamed, "It was a stupid thing to say. I shouldn't have said it even as angry as I was, but I didn't say it because I believed it. I said it to get back at you." "You do satisfy me, not only sexually, but with your presence. I said that I had only experienced a climax like that once or twice. The first time was with you. I think you can remember a year ago when we were staying at the beach house. I went wild and wanted to have sex with you every way we could. You had already had two climaxes and I had had one. You were licking my slit like crazy. You would lick for a few seconds then suck hard on my clit. Each time you sucked, I jumped from the intense pleasure. I finally couldn't take it anymore and told you get up on top of me and fuck me. You made me say it twice before you moved up. I raised my legs even before you were in the right position, when I felt your hard shaft at my slit I humped against you, trying to get it in faster. I was humping even before you were halfway in. You used that new technique, of pressing down as you pushed in, we found by accident. Each time I felt you slide in pressing against the walls of my slit, I felt like I was in heaven. It had already felt better than usual and I wanted more. I started screaming for you to fuck me and you pushed in deeper and faster. I knew a big one was building and I wanted it to be huge. Soon I was so aroused that all I could think of was the ecstasy I was feeling between my legs... that you were producing. "I couldn't take a deep breath, but I had to so I could scream when it finally hit. I think my scream startled you." "It shocked me. I had never heard you cum like that and I thought I had gone in too deep and hurt you. I lost half my erection for a few seconds." "I felt you pause and your shaft start to shrink, but I was too far gone to say anything. All I could do was frantically hump against you." "Yeah, you did. I got myself going again and you screamed again, but I knew it was from pleasure that time." "I came and came and came. God, I thought it was going to go on forever. Each climax was more powerful than anything I had felt before. When I finally recovered, I realized from your humping that you hadn't had a climax yet. I wanted to give you something special for what you had just given me." "You did. When you started licking me, I couldn't take it. And when you started nibbling on the edges of the head of my shaft, I almost went through the roof, then you started licking where the V is on the underside and I couldn't help moving against your mouth." "I know, you were almost screaming out your moans and I knew I had you." "You did things you had never done before, like the biting just before I blasted, and letting me cum all over your face." "I knew you would appreciate that and I wanted it to be special, so I just licked your V and let you shoot... You screamed that day. You started groaning very loudly thirty seconds before you came, then you let out that deep manly yell just before the first of your sperm shot out. I felt it come up through your shaft so I knew your climax had started, but I kept licking anyway. I felt your cum land on my face. It was sticky and yucky, but warm at the same time. You just kept cumming and then a blob went up my nose, but you weren't done so I kept licking. Finally, you pulled away. I looked up at you and smiled with all your cum dripping down my face. "I was surprised by your reaction. You picked me up and almost threw me on the bed. Then you climbed on top and stuck your still hard shaft into my slit. Then you started jamming it in and out. I was excited enough still that I liked it. It took so long, that I had another climax as you fucked me hard. It was a smaller one, but it still felt good. Finally, you came again and rolled off, panting. I loved that session." "Which is why you did it with her?" "I'm sorry, but it felt so good that I wanted to experience it again and again." They sat in silence for a minute and finally she said, "Maybe I should be going..." "Yeah, I'll take you home." She got her stuff and he took her back to her place, and then went back to the house. A few days later Jack was typing out another story when there was a knock at his door, he got up to answer it even though he had his bathrobe on. He did have shorts on underneath it, so he dressed, but he didn't want whoever it was to stay long. He figured they might get the idea if they saw him with the robe on. He opened the door and was shocked to see Susan standing there. After a second he said in what he hoped was a nice sounding voice, "Hello Susan. Do you want something?" She looked at him then glanced down, "could I come in. I want to say something to you." He nodded and backed up, pulling the door open as he did. She stepped in and he closed it. It was at that point that she got a good look at what he was wearing. "Uh, I...am I interrupting s...ssomething?" "No, I'm alone if that's what you mean and I was writing, not taking a shower or anything like that." "I... I well; I need to say something about Jennia." He watched her eyes look at him, then fall three times, as she lightly blushed. It hit him what her problem might be, so he said, "I'm wearing something under the robe. They are kinda short shorts, but I am not nude." She visibly relaxed some. She still was tense, but not for the same reason he thought. "I came over here to ask you to give Jennia another chance. I know she is depressed. I haven't spoken to her, or seen her since George said I could come back home, but she was depressed before I left her. Now, without someone there to be with, it's probably worse." "She probably is depressed, but she made the problem." He said the last with more bitterness than he had intended to. Susan's head jerked up, and then she dropped her eyes again. "I...I know what she did was bad, but...but please forgive her. She loves you and wants you. A... after all George forgave me...can't you do the same for her?" Back Scratches Affair Ch. 03 "You still care for her." Even though that was a statement not a question, she responded as if it was, "Yes I do. I...I still love her. I don't want to see her like that. All she does is work and stay home. That's all she's doing, but I'm not allowed to see her anymore, and I think she is still doing just that. I know she is suffering and it hurts me to know it's mostly my fault." He raised his eyebrows at that. "I was the one that went to her to be a friend. Then I let my feelings for her go further than I should've. I was the one who drew her out. She kissed me, but I... I drew her on. I might have even manipulated her. I didn't mean to, but I wanted her to replace what I thought I was losing with my husband. I...I made love to her with my words before we...we did anything." "She didn't have to let you... she must have wanted it too." She nodded, "maybe she did, and you're right she could have said no, but I still was the one who persuaded her." He wasn't sure what to say at that point so he said nothing. "Please take her back." He adjusted his robe and said, "I'll think about it since you feel that strongly about it." She took a step back and said, "I...I can't do that. George would leave for sure." He looked puzzled, but as he remembered that, he had redone his robe as he spoke about thinking about it. He said, "No, I didn't mean that as a hint. I'm sorry I wasn't thinking about what I was doing." She turned the deepest red he had ever seen anyone blush. "I...I shouldn't have thought you were. I had...I had thought about making the offering that you could have...had...make love to me if that would help. But...But George said that if I ever had sex with anyone again our marriage is over. I couldn't lose him again, even to help Jennia." "I understand, but I wouldn't take you up on your offer. Um, not that you aren't good looking, but it wouldn't solve anything." "I understand." She turned to leave and he said, "I will think about it, but would you answer me one question?" "What is it?" "How long was your affair?" She looked surprised, and said, "About six months from the time we...first did it and when you and George discovered us in that hotel room." He said, "Thank you," as he opened the door to let her out. As he closed it, he wondered what else she had lied about. A few days later, he and George had another meeting. He told his new friend about Susan coming over. George said, "I know she told me that she went over to your house to try to convince you to take Jennia back." They talked a bit more and after lunch, George wanted to go Jack's place to tell him of a new development. They drove to his place and Jack got them each a can of beer. Once settled George said, "I wanted to make sure no one overheard me as I tell you about what Susan and I did." Jack nodded. "You know that Susan can be very aggressive sexually at times." Jack nodded again for both Jennia and George had told him that. "And you know that we have had some problems, because I was being too controlling and treating her too much like someone who couldn't make decisions?" Jack remembered those talks and nodded. "She explained to me that one of the reasons their affair happened was that Jennia didn't treat her like that. And after they started having sex, Jennia would let her take charge, even allowing her to fuck her with the strap-on. Susan said she liked those times. She could be in charge and domineering, instead of always letting others be in charge. "I thought about it for a few days. I was feeling guilty, because I had been treating her like a child. I hadn't meant to, but somewhere along the line, I had slipped into it. I felt partly responsible for her affair. "I decided to tell her that I would let her still be in charge at times, she could even, um, fuck me." Jack raised his eyebrows at that, and said, "You mean?" "Yes, I mean with the strap-on. I'm still not sure why I made the offer; after all she went a whole lot further than she should have with her friendship with your wife." He shrugged and said, "Maybe I was feeling guiltier than I thought. And maybe I was afraid of losing her eventually." After he sipped some of the beer, he continued, "After dinner one night I approached her and said that I had been thinking about what we have talked about, and since being the fucker was so important to her, I would let her use the strap-on on me." "She looked at me in surprise. I told her that if she used the smaller dildo with plenty of lube, and used her mouth to get me excited first I would let her do me some time. "She gasped, then ran to me and hugged me. She thanked me more than once. We talked about it some more and she asked when and I told her that it could be anytime that she felt the need to be in charge, to be aggressive, and to be the fucker instead of the fuckee. "She giggled at that, but nodded. I must admit that part of me was hoping that she wouldn't feel the need to actually carry out what I had offered her, but I could tell that she would do it some time. "I told you that I might be afraid of losing her. During one of the talk sessions we had while she was still staying with your wife, she had sounded like she was going to divorce me. "She started that session by talking about how much she had appreciated how gentle I had been when we first had sex, and that she would always remember that. That no matter what else happened in the future she would recall that fondly. The way she said it sounded like she was planning for this to be a good bye session, and that whether she got married again, or just horsed around, she would remember the way I had treated her our first time. Evidently I had misinterpreted what she meant because during our next session, she again tried to convince me to take her back." Jack said, "Maybe, during that first session, she was feeling depressed and that it was over for you two, but later she decided to fight for you again." George nodded, "that could be... But in either case a few nights after she moved back in she came to me and said that she was feeling horny, but that she wanted to be completely in control." "I knew what that meant so I sighed inside and told her that she should get the strap-on in that case. She smiled shyly and ran to our room. In a few minutes, she called me to come in. I did and there she was standing naked, except, for that long, thick looking thing sticking out from her hips. "I asked if she was sure that was the small one and she said yes it was, but that I should come to her. I did and Susan kissed me. Much like I kiss her when I'm really excited. After a few kisses, and some time feeling my butt and front, she started undressing me. She licked my ears and whispered how much she loved me, how much she wanted to fuck me, to feel my body under hers. "Once I was naked, she pulled me to her, and kissed me hard and passionately. It was strange to feel that hard thing, that wasn't me, between us. It was higher than my cock. It was almost like I had two of them. "She led me over to the bed and after more kissing and after more kissing and feeling my body, by this time I was running my hands along hers also; she pushed me onto the bed. I landed on my back. "She landed on top of me, kissing me more. When I tried to feel her butt, she pushed my hands away then started to slide down, kissing and licking me all the way to my nipples. "Susan spent some time kissing and licking them, then sucked on each one for a full minute. After she gave them both another tongue bath, she slipped even further licking all the way to my pubic hair. She nibbled my skin through my hair. She had never done that before and I was surprised that it felt good. I knew she liked it when I did her like that, but I didn't know it would feel good to me. "After a few seconds Susan slipped even lower, talking my now hard dick in her mouth all at once. I jumped from the pleasure, letting out a sound almost like a scream." Jack nodded, knowing how that felt. "She sucked me for quite a while, getting me...maybe three fourths of the way to a climax. She stopped suddenly and smiled a jokester's smile. I knew it was time. I sighed inwardly. I still wasn't sure if I really wanted to do it, and that blowjob had been very good. "She stood, and then raised my legs. I saw her rub some lotion on the dildo sticking out in front of her, than she bent her knees slightly and felt my butt hole with her finger. While she had been sucking me, she had used the tip of one finger against my hole, but had only pushed it in to the first knuckle. Now she slipped it all the way in. She had done that few times before so I knew how it felt, but this time was different. I knew what else was coming. "She finger fucked my hole for a few seconds, then withdrew it, and a second later I felt something a bit bigger pushing on my hole. I knew it was two fingers. She had never done that before, but I thought I could handle it ok, since I've wanted her to put two fingers in a couple of times. "She eased both in and I knew something was different immediately. I felt something kinda slimy. I figured she must have put some lube on those two fingers, probably to lube me up. She slowly pushed both fingers in all the way without stopping. It felt a little different from one finger, but I had no problem handling them. After letting them sit in there for a moment, she withdrew them stopping just before they would pop out. She then pushed them back in a little hard. She did that four times then as she pulled them back out, she rammed them in hard. I grunted as her hand hit but butt, however, there was no pain. She finger fucked me with the two fingers for a while. It felt good, except now and then when I felt her fingernail poke the inside of me. "Finally she said 'I think we're ready'. I nodded and she pulled her fingers out. She had already lubed that hard thing sticking out in front of her so she just stepped forward touched it to my butt. She had to move it a little to get it in the right position, but a second later, I felt it touch my hole. She looked at me and then started pushing. I could feel it trying to force its way in, but not getting anywhere. "She told me to relax; I said I was trying to. She nodded then pushed again. This time it went in. It hurt some, but at the same time, it felt good. I must have made a sound for she asked if I was ok. I nodded yes, and told her to keep going. "She did, but first she wiggled the dildo back and forth. It didn't do anything for me, either way, but it obviously did for her. I saw a look of pleasure cross her face and she let out a small sound. "A second later she pushed in again. She pushed until it was halfway in. I'm not sure if I can describe the feeling. There was some pain and discomfort, but not as much as I expected. There was also pleasure. Not continually, but at times I felt something from my prostate. It felt good. The whole thing was almost like I was taking a dump in reverse. I wasn't sure if I liked the full feeling, or not. It wasn't bad, just strange. "After a few seconds she wiggled the thing back and forth again, and then pulled back and pushed in hard. Still not too bad. But then she pulled back further and I knew she wasn't taking it out so that left one thing. I saw the look on her face and steeled myself." "Sure enough she jammed it in hard. That time I know I made a sound. A kinda Ahhhh sound. It hurt more than when she first pushed it in, but she must have slid it across my prostate because there was an intense pleasure too. I think I would have made that sound for either the pleasure, or the pain. "She stopped and I saw concern on her face, she said, 'are you ok darling?' I said I was, but that she should keep going to the end. She said she was all the way in. As she said that, I could feel her hips against my butt so I knew she was really all the way in. "I said in that case, go for it. She smiled at me, but before she did anything she grabbed hold of my cock and ran her hand up and down, wanking me. That felt good. She stopped and pulled out halfway than pushed it in all the way. She soon had a good rhythm going, fucking my butt hole. It was different. Every now and than she would push down harder, or something, and a thrill would go through me, but even when the thrill wasn't there, it felt kinda good. I could watch her face and I knew she was getting a big thrill out of it. That made me feel good. "Soon she was going hot and heavy, jamming it in fast and hard. I could see she was probably getting close to a climax. "Every so often she would wank me, but she had problems keeping both rhythms going at the same. Finally, she abandoned trying to wank me and just fucked me. She grabbed hold of both of my hips holding me as she jammed it in. "But then she did something that surprised me. She started to say, 'take my hard cock, I'm going to fuck you until you're sore. Take my thick hardness,' "She was silent after a minute, but then started saying. 'God that's so good darling. I love it.' "She then started to jam it in harder, leaning back, as she groaned louder and louder. "She said, 'Oh god, that's it. Oh oh oh-ahhhhhooohhh- god yes.' "I knew she was close. She took a minute to wank me some more as she moaned even louder. I could tell that she was lost in her pleasure. The roof could have fallen in and she would not have noticed. "I watched her face and I have never seen it that twisted by desire. It looked like it was so intense it hurt. She finally opened her mouth wide and screamed as she jammed it in harder. That hurt, but I didn't say anything as she jerked. It seemed to go on and on, but finally she relaxed. She humped me a couple of more times then pulled out. "She looked at me with extreme gratitude. She finally fell on me and soothed me with kisses, after a moment she slid down and finished me off with one of the best blowjobs she has ever given. I only lasted a minute, or two, but it was fantastic. "She went off to clean up the dildo and when she came back she wanted to cuddle. She kept saying how grateful she was and how much she loved me. "After a while I asked her what all that 'take my hard cock' was about, I have never said anything like that. She explained that while still in high school, her sister would sneak a boyfriend into the sister's room to have sex. The boyfriend would say that and at the time, Susan would hear it in her sleep, later a friend of hers would have sex with guys in the same car when she was with my wife and her date. Some of the friend's lovers would say something similar. "She said that she never had sex in a car, only twice was a boy able to get a hand up the long skirts she would wear, to twiddle her clit through her panties. One of her dates ended up in the back seat to fuck her friend after the friend's date was done with her. Another time she was stuck in the backseat while her friend had sex with two boys at the same time, in the front seat. She said she didn't watch, so she didn't know if the friend had a DP with one guy in her slit and another in her butt hole, or if both were in her slit. One of those boys shouted 'take my big hard cock, I'm forcing it into your pussy, take it slut- take my huge cock." "At the time she thought he was huge even though her friend didn't seem to care, but now she thinks the guy was just bragging. Anyway she explained that since that time she had it in her mind that was what guys said, and even though I don't say it, the words came back to her while she was fucking me, so in her intense thrill she said them." "Maybe she was getting back at some of the guys who tried to take advantage of her while she was growing up, or maybe she was just so sexually high she didn't realize what she was saying." Jack nodded, not sure, how to interrupt what George had said. George continued, "Our relationship has improved since then, she is very appreciative. We have done that twice since and the third time I came without her touching me. I should partially correct that. She sucked on me, before she fucked me and she wanked me some, at the beginning, but at that moment, she was thrusting in hard. It felt like she was hitting my prostate more this time and suddenly I was groaning and arched my hips as I came. It surprised me, and I saw her smile as my cum shot out of the shaft onto my stomach. She continued for another minute before she came. After cleaning the dildo she ran back to the bedroom and as usual Susan cuddled, saying how glad she was that she made me cum like that." There was a pause and finally George said, "Well, thanks for letting me share that. Like I said I've been wanting to tell that to someone and you're the only one I can trust not to get the wrong idea, or to spread it around." Jack said, "I understand and I won't say anything to anyone about it." "Thank you," George said just before he stood and moved over to the door. "But I do need to get going; I have a couple of places to go before I go home." Jack nodded and saw his friend to the door. Saying bye as George walked out. After George drove away, he sat and thought about what George had described, thinking he would not allow Jennie to do that to him, especially after what she did to him. He thought it was a bit too kinky and kinda strange, but if George and Susan liked doing it that was their business, it would not affect the way he thought of them. A few days later, he was sitting thinking about a new story to write when the doorbell rang. He got up to answer it and was surprised to see his wife. He wondered what she wanted, if she was going to ask to come back, or say it's over and would he file for a divorce. He wasn't sure which, if either he wanted. After a couple of seconds of staring at her, he asked her to come in. She did and took a seat in the living room. "How have you been?" he asked. "Fine, well mostly fine." He heard the sadness in her voice and knew it wasn't true. "How have you been?" "The same." She nodded understanding what he meant. Finally, she said, "I came over tonight to give you something." His eyebrows went up, "Oh, what?," he said guardedly. He wondered if it was a divorce paper for him to sign. She opened her purse and took out a stack of money, and she started to count it. When she was done, there was 3,683 dollars. He looked at her with puzzlement clearly showing on his face. "What is this for?" She sighed then said, "It's your birthday present." "But my birthday isn't for another month." "I know. I planned this a year ago. I saw how much you have wanted a new pickup for years. We thought we might be able to get one this year, but because of various expenses we decided it should wait." He nodded. "I thought I could get a part time job and by the time your birthday came around I would have ten thousand dollars. With that for a down payment I thought we could afford the payments for the pickup you want." "You never told me you had another job." "I know, I wanted to surprise you with the money so I thought I could hide the job for a few months." He looked at her with amazement, "When did you get this job?" "Two months after your last birthday." He titled his head sideways to look at her. He opened his mouth, but she went on before he could speak. "The problem was that I got fired, after two months. That was about the same time, me and Susan started going out alone. I think that was part of the reason I liked being with her. I could talk to her about being depressed. I had to hide it from you. And at least she wanted me. My boss for that job didn't want me, and at that time I wasn't all that sure you wanted to be with me." Back Scratches Affair Ch. 03 His eyebrows went up at that and she continued, "You were working more and talking less," She shrugged, "It fit the mood I was in." "So you were secretly working for about three months, before you started your affair." "It was more like two and a half months." There was a pause as he digested that, which she broke. "Anyway, I was able to save up most of the money I earned... and since it looks like we aren't staying together," her voice broke as she said the last, "I decided to give you the money I had. I had to use some of it to help get the apartment, but this is most of what I was able to save." He looked at the money then looked at her, then back again. "Thank you- I'm not sure what to say." Jennia got up and said, "That's all I have to say tonight." He looked at her still not sure what to say and watched as she headed for the door. Just before she reached it, he said, "I'll call you tomorrow, I need to think." Jennia nodded and went out the door. He did think throughout the night, the next day he called her asking her if they could go out to dinner that Friday. She jumped at the chance and said yes. He picked her up at six and took her back to the Scribing Dragon. During dinner, he excused himself and went to talk to Patrick the owner about counseling with him and his wife, this time making a definite date for them getting together. After dinner when they were getting into the car, he said that he wanted to show her something at their house. She nodded, wondering if it was another story that he sold. One the way to the house she thought about how they just talked about what she was doing and he was doing during dinner, and never talked about them. He was interested in what she was doing, how work was, but nothing about their relationship. Once they got to their house, they got out of the car and walked to the door. When they got to the door, he paused before unlocking it. Wondering why they had stopped Jennia asked, "What did you want to show me?" "This" he answered just before bending his head down and kissing her. She reacted surprised, but after a few seconds responded, kissing him back. He kissed her again, and then started to lick her lips, just the way she liked. He even licked the sides of her nose before leaving a trail of saliva to her right ear. After nibbling on the lobe for a few seconds, she said, "Please I want you, but if we aren't going to stay together this wouldn't be a good idea." He said softly while keeping his mouth next in her ear, "I agree, if we aren't to stay married this isn't a good idea." He kept licking her ear and biting the sides of her ear. She groaned and he went back to licking her lips. He sucked on the top lip then sucked on the bottom one. "No, please." He felt gratified that, even though she said no, Jennia didn't pull away. So she did want him. When he went back to licking her ear she said, "Jack, I said this would not be a good idea, I mean it." He stopped long enough to pull back and look her full in the face, "I heard what you said. I did not mishear you, or stop listening. And I agree with you." He started licking and biting her ear, her left one this time, and she groaned again. "Then why keep at it?" "Part of it is that I want you. I haven't had sex since I kicked you out." "I haven't had sex either, and I want you." He noticed that she emphasized the word you, he took that to mean that she wanted him for more than just because she was horny and he was here. "I know," He said, "but it looks like I may have to spell out the second reason I'm doing this." She sighed in pleasure and said, "What?" "Do I have to carry you over the threshold to show you why?" He said gently into her ear. She started to say "Wha..." then suddenly turned her head to look at his face. "Do you mean that the way it sounded?" The eagerness in her voice touched his heart and he pushed opened the door. "Lets just say I'm not planning on taking you back to that apartment tonight", he licked her ear, "Let's go inside and we can finish this..." Another ear lick, "we can go get your stuff tomorrow." She made a happy noise and grabbed him and hugged fiercely, then let him lead her inside. On the way in he thought, "I'm glad she didn't lie about how long the affair was after all, now I can believe she was telling the truth about the rest of it." He said to her, "I made an appointment to speak with Patrick, but if that doesn't work I can get the name of a couple of professional counselors. It's going to be hard, at times I may give you some dirty looks and I may not always respond to you like I used to." "I understand and you're right about Patrick. We need to talk to him to see what we can do to make the best of my mistake." The door closed and he locked it. The end Thank you for reading the whole thing and there will be an epiloque this time. Hopefully in a week, or two, but I'm not sure. Back Scratches Affair Ch. 04 Epilogue Eight months later, there was Jack was thinking about what had happened after his wife moved back in. That first night had been good, she was horny as he had ever seen her, and they had a long session of sex with her having two climaxes to his three. Not that he didn't try to give her more. She did say that she had some small ones along with the two larger climaxes. Three days later, they were having sex again and he found himself fucking her butt hole, while Jennia was on all fours. She surprised him, by groaning loudly. A second later she said, "Fuck me! Fuuuck my butt, OHHH that's it harder-Ohhh GOOOD." She had never said that before while they had anal sex. She always seemed to like it, but not that much. Of course, the fact that she was wearing a butterfly vibrator that he had the controls for, was probably helping. They had bought it just before he had kicked her out and never had a chance to use it. She liked the idea when he suggested she wear it tonight. It had three speeds and he kept switching it back and forth. He kept it on the slowest speed the most, but every so often, he bumped it up to the third speed. He liked the way she jerked when he suddenly increased the speed. Right now, he had it on the second speed, and was too busy thrusting in and out of her to be concerned with changing the speed. He kept pushing in harder whenever she said, "Fuck me hard." He was going faster than he had ever gone while doing her anus. By the way she was moving her head up and down, he knew she was feeling very good. A few seconds later she lifted her head, and let out a groan, which he had only heard her make a couple of times, while he fucked her slit. As a climax hit her, she seemed to freeze for a moment before she let out a soft scream. She had never screamed through an orgasm before and at first he thought he had hurt her by shoving in too hard, but the scream was immediately followed by two long groans. By the noises she made, he thought she had had a double climax and that each one lasted significantly longer than normal. It took him another thirty seconds before he had his climax. It was his second for that session therefore it had taken a while to start to build, and even longer to build intensity. He thought he might just go on forever, but as sometimes happened he seemed to skip a couple of stages and he started spurting before he thought he should. It was still good and he enjoyed his climax as he shot into her rectum. When he was done, he pulled out of her with a slurping noise, and watched his sperm dribble out of her for a moment before collapsing on the bed. She lay down next to him, her front touching his side. She kissed his cheek and mouth with small kisses, expressing her thanks for the huge climax she had had. She took off the vibrator while he went into the bathroom to clean himself up. When he came back and laid back down she was next to him cuddling like always. As he was falling asleep, he felt it had been the right decision to take her back; she was where she should be, in the crook of his arm. They had gone to see Patrick and his wife, having a series of meetings with them. They had learned a lot about what could cause an affair and how to stop it before it happens, they had already started to change what needed to be changed in their behaviors and grew closer to each other. At one meeting something different happened. She was telling the story of what she had said when he had burst into her and Susan's hotel room. He hadn't been looking at her, because it still hurt, but she had started to speak to him so he had glanced at her. He did a double take than looked at her with his head tilted a tiny bit, because there were tears in her eyes, as she again said how sorry she was for saying that and hurting him. She had apologized for saying many things over the years, but she never had tears in her eyes before. Now they were going out with Susan and George. They had gone out together a couple of times and he and George had made sure the two wives were never alone together. That included telling them only one could go use a bathroom at the same time. They seemed to understand and never complained about the strict rules. Today they were going to a public picnic put on by their neighborhood association. They arrived at the park in separate cars, and meet near the parking lot. They walked over to where a bunch of picnic tables was under a long covered patio. The men led their wives to a table off to one side from where most of those who had arrived already were sitting. After settling their things, the two couples sat for talked for a few moments. Jack got up at one point and said, "They are serving now so I'll go get some plates." George said, "You'll need some help." as he got up and followed Jack. Jennia waited until the guys were in line then she turned to Susan, "You think they forgot?" "Hmm, no. My husband can be forgetful at times but I don't think he would forget that." "The same with Jack. So do you think this is a test, or are they trying to show that they trust us again?" "I'm not sure, but I think maybe it's the second. They're not acting like it's a test. George has been trying to show me that he trusts me. The other day I was late getting home from work. There was a slow train and I was stuck in the rear of the line of cars waiting to over the tracks. It took me over ten minutes just to cross the tracks, without counting the time it took the train to go by. George had gotten home early and found that I wasn't home when I was supposed to be. I think he was pacing the floor, but he didn't say anything when I walked in. I saw that he wanted to cross examine me, but he kept his mouth shut. I told him about the train and he was satisfied." "Jack is the same way. Twice now, he called me at home and I was in the middle of something so it took me a while to get to the phone. The second time I was outside and when I finally answered the phone, I heard him sigh in relief, but he didn't ask what I was doing. I think he wanted to so I explained what I had been doing. My breathing was normal, so it sounded like he believed me." She sighed than continued, "I think we are going to have to live with that for awhile." Jennia nodded in agreement. There was another pause and Jennia said, "So how are you and George getting along?" "Very good. We were able to talk through a lot of things. I...I'm sorry we, you and me, went as far as we did, but our relationship helped me. I have more confidence in meeting new people now, and George and I have never have talked like we did while we were separated. I was able to express my anger at him for the way he had been treating me. He said that he didn't realize he had been treating me like a child. He vowed to stop it and he has. And we talked about other things that needed changing in our relationship." "Does that mean you still love him? It sounded like you weren't all that sure when we talked about George, during our affair." "I don't think I ever stopped loving him, but now I love him even more. He...took me back after I hurt him like I did and he changed his behavior and how he talks to me. And...and he lets me do...uhm... do what, uhh, you and me used to do." Jennia looked puzzled for a moment than said, "You mean you...him?" Susan lowered her head, blushed and nodded. "Wow, he must love you a lot." Susan lifted her head and said, "That's one reason why I love him more than ever." They sat there for a moment then Susan asked, "How are you and Jack doing?" "We're doing good, even better than before. I love him more too for taking me back... especially after what I said to him when he discovered us." "I was too far gone to hear what you said." "I basically told him he couldn't write, or please me." "What?! That must have hurt him very badly; you told me how sensitive he can be." "I was angry at him for ruining a big orgasm and for spying on me. (sigh) I'm still trying to undo the damage I did. I wish I could go back in time and stop myself." There was a pause then she continued, "We have been seeing a counselor and he has helped us understand what happened and why, and how to keep it from happening again. Like you two, we both had to make some changes. Nothing like what you do with George," Susan again looked down and blushed, "and I have had some of the biggest climaxes I have ever had. One night I had three and I screamed when the last one hit me. That made it the second time an orgasm was so intense I screamed. The first time was three days after he let me move back in with him." "I'm glad for you. You deserve that type of pleasure. I... dreamed of us the other night." "I've dreamed of you too, I woke up groaning and I think Jack knew who my dream had been about, but he didn't say anything." "Me too, but I rolled over and I grabbed George's...um... manhood and we f... uh, had sex. I wanted to feel him inside me." She finished real fast. "I know how you feel. What we did felt good, but we shouldn't have gone that far, I'm so sorry we did. I hurt Jack. Not only by what we did, but by what I said to him. I'm not sure if he's over that yet." Susan nodded, but before she could say anything George and Jack were back. They put down the plates of hamburgers and Jack noticed there was a jalapenos on Susan's plate. He hadn't seen him get one, but he saw that she smiled her thanks to her husband. Jennia smiled when he placed her plate in front of her said "Thanks honey" than kissed his cheek. As they ate, he noticed something else. Susan was wearing a strapless sundress. The dress wasn't as short, or as low cut as what Jennia was wearing, nor, as he looked around what other women were wearing, but from what he understood about Susan, it was very daring for her. George must have seen him looking at the dress, because he said, "Susan decided to be a little daring today. It is warm after all." Jennia said, "I noticed that as soon as I saw her...good for you Susan. You can show off your legs and figure without being too skimpy." Susan smiled and George moved his head next to hers and after looking around to make sure no one was near, he said in a whisper Jack could barely make out. "And just wait until we get home, I want to take it off slowly, see you naked, and then we can have some real fun." Jack watched as she bowed her head and blushed deeply, but at the same time, he could see that she had a big smile. Watching her, he realized something else. She was very cute doing that. He knew she was attractive, but this made her even more so. It brought out a desire to father her. She was a nice person, "no wonder George and Jennia had fallen for her," Jack thought. She would have brought out Jennia's mothering instincts along with other desires, and if he wasn't careful, he could fall for her too. He shook his head to dispel his attraction to her. After all, he had his woman and she was sitting right next to him, slowly rubbing her thigh against his. They would be having some fun after they got home also. After dinner and talking with some of the other people there, they finally left and went home. On the way to their cars Susan whispered to her friend, "You're trying too hard." Jennia said, "Huh?" "With your relationship with Jack. I saw they way you talk to him, and respond to the things he does for you. You're trying too hard to make up for what you- we-did. How long has it been since you let him, f..., make love to you?" Jennia sighed and said, "Its hard not to feel like I have to continually show him I love him and that I'm sorry for what I did to him." "I know the feelings, but I also saw the look he gave you. He's wondering why you keep acting like that. If you ask that counselor you are seeing he may tell you the same thing. Relax and let him make love to you." "Its hard." "I know, god do I know, but you keep making him suspicious when you keep acting out of guilt. Just tell him your conscious keeps bothering you, but that you are going to relax and act like you did before. That means letting him do everything to you he wants to. Men like to make love to their women." "I know, its hard though. I've given him more blow jobs the last two months than all in the previous years of our marriage, and I think you're right. It seems like he recents it." "It may remind him of why you keep doing that. And as I said already, he probably wonders if you have been up to something, and that is why you feel guilty all the time." "You're right, I'm going to have to stop acting like that. I will talk to him when we get home. I've spoiled him, and not just with sex either, but he will get over it." Susan said, "Good," as she patted her friend hand. The end * Sorry this took so long to get posted. I couldn't sign on Literotica for quite a while. TT