37 comments/ 77223 views/ 3 favorites Curious George By: charleybear George sat at the bar nursing his second J&B of the night. He didn't want to drink it too fast because he knew what would happen if he did. He knew he would have a horrible hangover in the morning if he drank too many tonight and he hated those hangovers. Usually when he was careful he did not develop hangovers from scotch but if he overdid it there was no telling how bad his head would hurt in the morning. Just as he took the glass from his lips and set it on the bar he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned slightly to see a stunningly attractive lady in a classic little black dress. His heart jumped as he looked at her, he couldn't help himself she was such a beautiful woman. She stood about eye level with him as he sat on the bar stool so he knew she would be a bit shorter than he when he stood up. "Hi handsome, can a lady have a dance?" George smiled warmly at this vision of beauty and offered her his hand, "Yes of course, it would be my honor." He led her out to the dance floor as a slow number began playing on the juke box. The two danced as if they had been partners all their lives with him holding her close and she resting her head on his shoulder. The song ended all too soon as did the dance. The lady stretched up onto her toes to kiss him gently on the cheek and whispered, "Thank you for the dance George, Happy Birthday." He in turn kissed her on the cheek and replied, "Thank you Jane and thank you for the dance too." He escorted her back to her table and turned to leave without another word. As he made his way back to the bar his mind started to flash back in time to twenty nine years earlier. When he sat down at the bar he caught the attention of the bartender. "Please bring me another J&B Jimmie and make it a double." Continuing to reflect on the past, a tear coursed its way down his cheek. Jimmie arrived with his drink and said, "This one is on the house George, Happy Birthday." "Thanks Jimmie," he said as he wiped the tear away with a bar napkin. "I sure don't know why I put myself through this every year." Jimmie patted his hand and replied, "I do George, I do." With that Jimmie walked away and left George to continue his reflection. Twenty nine years ago today George had turned 21 and he and a couple of his buddies were out to celebrate. If you do the math you will know that tonight George is celebrating his 50th birthday. Martinsville was a small town back then and the best place to celebrate was the Rock River Country Club. The RRCC had a typical bar for those who chose to have a few drinks and a well appointed spacious meeting room where bands, DJ's or a well stocked juke box played music every weekend. Those who chose to not drink or those too young to drink could still mingle with their friends and neighbors at the club and enjoy a social evening out. It was the place to be back then and still was today. Twenty nine years ago there had been a DJ and George and his buddies wandered into the meeting room to scope out the girls that were there that night. George spotted Jane sitting with a few of her friends and walked over to ask her to dance. She smiled up at him and said, "Of course I would love to dance with you George, it is your birthday today isn't it?" "Yes it is," he answered back. "Do I get a birthday kiss from the prettiest girl here?" "We will see George," she answered shyly. "We will see." George noticed that she had blushed when she said that, but he was encouraged because she had not said no. He really liked this girl and enjoyed holding her close as they danced. She seemed to enjoy it too as she rested her head on his shoulder. When the song ended Jane stretched up onto her toes and kissed him gently on the cheek and whispered, "Thank you for the dance George, Happy Birthday." He in turn kissed her on the cheek and replied, "Thank you Jane and thank you for the dance too." For twenty nine years George had one dance with Jane on his birthday and she kissed him on the cheek when it was over and she wished him a "Happy Birthday". They had not missed a single time in all those years. By this time his double J&B was gone and he motioned for Jimmie to bring him yet another. Jimmie looked at him questioningly and George nodded his head. Usually he had two drinks, danced with Jane, had his double and left for home. Then Jimmie realized it was George's 50th birthday and understood. "Here you go George, have as many as you want tonight, I will make sure someone gives you a ride home," Jimmie added. "Thanks Jimmie that would be great. You are a good friend." "Well George, I have been serving you drinks on your birthday since you turned 21 and I wouldn't want you to get into any trouble or have an accident on your way home." George lost himself in the scotch that night. He didn't remember how many more he had but it must have been a few more at least because he also didn't remember how he got home. All the memories of the last twenty nine years flooded though his mind. He had a hard time dealing with all the emotions and knew that he had broken down a couple of times. Finally Jimmie cut him off and arranged for a ride home. The next thing George knew was that he had awakened with a huge hangover. A couple of years in the past ten had been bad, but this was the worst. He didn't ever remember his head hurting this badly. George and Jane became an item soon after that first dance and dated for almost a year before their engagement. One year after he asked her to marry him they were married and they had their reception and dance right in that very hall. Their marriage was quite typical with lots of romance and sexual desire. Both of them were virgins when they got married and they learned together. George was curious about a lot of different sexual positions and activities so they explored their sexuality together. Jane wasn't a prude in any sense of the word and willingly delved into everything George suggested. To put it mildly, they were hot for one another and learned a lot about what pleased one another over their married lives. There was very little that they didn't do in their marriage. They tried out any position they ever heard of or read about and some that they made up. They were frequent visitors to the joys of oral sex and on the rare night they delved into the anal pleasures. Neither of them was obsessed with anal sex but when the mood was right they had no trouble getting there. Most people would say they had a perfect marriage. They complimented each other well and always seemed to be happy with one another. Now we know that there are no perfect marriages and George and Jane were no exception to that. They had many of the usual spats. He was lazy when she had projects to do. She was pushy when he just wanted to relax. The cost of his toys was too great. She spent too much on clothes. The kids were too noisy when he was trying to work and she didn't keep them quiet. He didn't help out enough with the household chores. You get the picture. They were pretty damn normal as married couples go. But what had gone so wrong in their marriage that they were not together any longer? George was curious. Looking Back He had just turned 40 a couple of weeks earlier and as many people do he was reflecting on his life and maybe was just a little depressed because everything hadn't gone the way he expected. Oh, he was a successful real estate broker and they didn't have too many worries financially. He was happy with his wife and family too but he just turned 40 and doubts seem grow out of nothing when you turn 40. George had enrolled in a seminar to obtain some education on the benefits of Starker Exchanges and how the paperwork needed to be completed to eliminate problems in the exchange. It was a two day seminar in St. Louis and he would spend two nights away from home, away from Jane. He and Jane had been married for seventeen years and George had never spent one night away from home alone. He had been separated from Jane a few times for fishing or hunting trips but always was with friends or family. This would be a first for him being away alone. The last plane of the day to St. Louis left at 6:45 P.M. so Jane took him to the airport. They bid their farewell with passionate hugs and kisses and as George stepped into the walkway to the airplane he heard Jane tell him, "Be good honey." He glanced back at her and said, "I'll be very, very good, or else I will be better," with a big grin on his face and he blew her a kiss. Jane laughed but stuck her tongue out at him. They had always laughed about the old nursery rhyme: The Little Girl With a Curl There was a little girl who had a little curl, Right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good, she was very, very good, But when she was bad, she was horrid. They always changed it to: When she was good, she was very, very good, But when she is bad she was better. George arrived on schedule and made his way to The Pavilion Hotel in downtown St. Louis where the seminar was going to be held. As soon as he got checked in and settled into his room he went down to Catcher's Bar and Grille for a drink before turning in. It was a little sports bar in the hotel and he enjoyed a short relaxing time and a couple of beers. There was a pretty active crowd watching the Cardinals on TV and George had a good time. He assumed that a number of the people here would be attending the seminar the next two days like he was. At one point while he was glancing around the room he made eye contact with an attractive redhead. She smiled at him and he returned her smile. Nodding his head toward her he raised his glass as a form of salute and she smiled again. George knew that he needed to go call Jane before she went to bed so he got up to leave Catcher's. As he turned to leave he glanced once more in the direction of the redhead and she was looking at him again. He waved goodbye to her and walked out of the bar and up to the elevators to go to his room. After he called Jane he prepared himself for the next day's classes and got ready for bed. Being in a strange bed all alone he found it difficult to fall asleep and started the thought process that would be his downfall. "I wonder what it would be like to be with that redhead," he asked himself. "She was very attractive." "Jane is the only woman I have ever been with.. I just wonder what it would be like to make love to another woman. Stop it George, you are happily married man and you could never do that to Jane. She is all you need. But, I wonder what it would be like," he kept asking himself as he fell asleep. In the morning George gathered his materials for the seminar and after he had registered he situated himself in a spot that offered a good view of the podium and screen but wasn't too close to the front of the room. He went back and picked up some coffee and a bagel with cream cheese and returned to the seat he had staked out. Sitting in the seat adjacent to the one he had selected was the redhead he had seen in the bar the previous night. "Hi there," she said, "I remember you from last night in the sports bar. My name is Monica. I guess we will be learning the same things here for the next two days." She was just beaming at him the whole time and he felt she might be teasing him just a little. He said, "Hi Monica, I am George." Was he correct in reading something into the way she said that? Or was he a 40 year old man looking for a bit of affirmation? George was actually a very handsome man with dark hair turning slightly grey at the temples. He had always kept himself looking trim by working out a couple of days a week and walking three or four others. He always felt that his appearance was important for him to be successful in his business. He also always wanted to look good for his wife. She was a beauty and deserved a husband that took care of himself. He knew he should just pick up his things and move to a different location. He knew that his thoughts of the previous night would return and haunt him for the whole day. He knew he should just run, but he also did not want to be rude. George figured he could handle this and not be either rude or at risk. And, of course, he was just a little curious. "I just wonder what it might be like," over and over that thought kept crossing his mind. By lunchtime it was driving him crazy. When the instructor called for a break for lunch Monica asked him, "Would you like to have lunch with me?" George knew he didn't dare so he made an excuse, "I really have a few things I have to work on over the lunch break that I have to fax back to my office before we resume this afternoon, but thank you for the invitation. Perhaps another time would work better." He could see the disappointment in her eyes but she did smile at him and said, "Ok, maybe it would work out better another time." George took some satisfaction that she was genuinely interested in him. "I just wonder." When he returned from lunch George made a point of sitting in a different spot for the afternoon session. A couple of times during the remainder of the day he glanced over to where Monica was sitting. Once she looked his way and he saw the confusion and a hurt expression on her face. He really didn't want to be rude to her; she had done nothing to deserve that. George felt bad the rest of the day that he had hurt her. As the seminar was dismissed for that day he packed up his things and waited for Monica to walk toward him. He asked her, "Would you join me for a drink before dinner Monica?" She smiled brightly at him and asked, "Are you sure George?" George smiled back, "Yes I am sure." And he was curious. One drink turned into two. Cocktails turned into dinner. Dinner flowed into after dinner drinks and then to dancing. George lost track of time and forgot about Jane. He was so very curious. The next thing he knew was that he was in her room. He sat on her bed with her standing in front of him between his legs and he was gently caressing her breasts through her blouse. Then he pressed his face into her tummy and held her tight around her butt cheeks and felt her hands press his face tighter yet into her. George heard Monica moan softly at the feelings she was having and started to unbutton her blouse slowly. "Yes George," she said, "I want your lips on my nipples. Please George hurry." That was all it took. George quickly opened the rest of the buttons and slipped the blouse off and tossed it onto the chair along side the bed. "Show me your beautiful breasts Monica," he whispered. He was so caught up in the excitement of this beauty that he could hardly speak. His hands were shaking. Monica slowly unclasped the lacey pink bra and held it to her breasts while smiling at George. "Beg me to show you my tits George," she teased. "Oh GOD Monica, I can't wait to pull your nipples into my mouth and suck them hard," he moaned. "Show me those beautiful tits so I can nurse on them and bite them and play with them. Please Monica!" With that she dropped the bra to the chair and turned to George. "Do it George, do it all!" Before he knew what had hit him Monica was lying naked on her bed and George had his face buried in her tits sucking them like he had never sucked a tit in his life. He loved it. He bit gently on each nipple and pulled it tightly out away from her body stretching them as far as they would go without hurting her. Pulling her nipples brought her breasts along with them to elongated points. He just loved it. Then he would suck and tease more and more and Monica was moaning constantly, "Oh yes George, suck me, lick me, bite me, pull my tits, I want you to devour them. Oh yes, oh yes, oh yessssssss." George let his hand slide down into the valley of her treasure and began to gently rub her pubic mound. Letting his hand creep lower until he felt the slight bulge of her clit he massaged around it but never let his fingers touch it. All the time, he never stopped eating the nipples right off of her tits. By this time Monica was in a major case of heat and was squirming around trying to get George to finger her clit. He worked her every way he could, grazing her labia and hinting he would hit her clit but never quite getting there. "It is your turn to beg Monica, beg me to finger you, beg me to make your clit sing with joy as I bring you to climax. Beg Monica." "Oh YESSSS George, I want you to make me explode inside. I want to feel your hot fingers and tongue on my clittie. Oh PLEASSSSSEEEEE do it George. Make me CUMMMMM." And he did. Nothing else mattered to George any longer. He finger fucked and ate Monica for a long time, bringing her to the edge of climax time and time again without letting her go over. "Oh God George, you are killing me, let me cum baby, let me cum please, please, PLEASEEEE," she screamed. He couldn't hold out any longer and buried his tongue in her sweet pussy and sucked and licked her unmercifully while rubbing her clit at the same time. George heard the groan start deep in her throat and explode in an earth shattering scream, "OOOOOOOHHHHH GawwwwDDDDDDDDD," as he finally pushed her over the edge. He didn't stop. He tongue fucked and massaged that beautiful woman until she had cum three or four times and virtually collapsed from the intensity of it all. God, he had never experienced the thrill of making a woman cum quite like he had just done to Monica. He loved it. When Monica had recovered sufficiently George positioned himself at the entrance to her pussy and started what would be the most intense fuck so far in his life. He couldn't believe the restraint he had from exploding himself. He had never had this kind of control before and just fucked her for what seemed like an eternity. "Oh yes my darling George, fuck meee, fuck me fuck me , oh yesss do it, do MEEEEE.," she wailed. "Yess, yes yes yes yes yes yes fuck meeee fuckkk meeeee." On and on she begged and George did just that. "Fuck me Georgie, fuck me Georgie, fuck me, make me your woman, fuck my pussy, fuck it hard baby, fuck meeeee, fuck me into heaven Georgie cum in meee." And it continued like that until George couldn't hold out any longer and plunged his hot poker into her smoldering depths and the molten lava of his loins exploded into her with the intensity of a volcano. George emptied himself into this beautiful woman and she willingly took it all, never ceasing the moaning as she climaxed over and over again. His release triggered one final enormous explosion deep within her, their fluids merged and seeped out around his engorged cock. It was heaven. George collapsed onto her briefly and then rolling to the side he took her face into his hands and told her, "Monica that was the most fantastic orgasm I have ever had. Oh God baby, that was unbelievable." Monica smiled and leaned into him and kissed him gently on the lips and said, "Oh George, it was marvelous. Thank you." George was no longer curious, now he knew. This was wonderful. He got up from the bed and dressed himself and gently kissed her again. "Goodnight Monica," he said, "That was so wonderful. Thank you. I will see you tomorrow." "Goodnight George." When he got to his room George was struck with guilt. He realized for the very first time what he had just done. He had cheated on his beautiful loving wife Jane and could never take it back. He was devastated. "How could I do that to her?" he asked himself over and over again. He realized too that he couldn't talk to her right now because she would know something was wrong and besides it was too late to call her now. He would call her in the morning. When he called Jane in the morning she was upset that he hadn't called her the night before. "What happened to you George?" she asked suspiciously. "Why didn't you call me last night?" Curious George Curious George: Not the Monkey but a Young Man Usual disclaimers and copyright apply. This is a story based in truth about a curious young man and his new, at first, neighbor -- a man. The story was told to me by George as we became and continued as lovers. He asked me to share them with you. So here we go, George's story as told by George * I was 18 when Phil moved into the duplex next to our unit with his brother and sister. Phil had just gotten out of prison for robbing a store with a toy gun. I thought that was really funny, robbing a store with a toy gun. By the time the police caught him Phil had spent all the money, only a couple thousand dollars. I thought that was funny too, all the money spent. Phil's brother and sister worked. So did my parents, both of them. In the afternoons after school - the final year of high school, then college - I was home alone for several hours before my parents got home. Phil was home alone too all day. No one would hire him to work, and he was restricted about going out in the town. I would see Phil on his front or back porch, mowing the yard, trimming the hedge, and inside his house through the screen door or a window often when I was home alone. We greeted each other, real neighborly, and some times I would sit and talk with Phil, especially when he was on his back porch inside the hedge not easily visible to others. Phil was always nice to me. My parents had warned me to stay away from Phil. They told me he was a criminal and more. Phil was a handsome guy, muscular with some tattoos -- a naked woman, heart with an arrow through it, cross, and a Flag on his big biceps and stout, hairy forearms. I was not afraid of Phil though. How scary could a guy be who robbed a store with a toy gun? Besides Phil gave me my first pair of real baseball shoes with cleats and all. I was pitching baseball. I sort of lied to my parents about the shoes; told them an older friend gave the shoes to me. They thought I meant another young adult, and I left it at that. Phil was 34 years old, way older than any other friend I had. The day after Phil gave me the baseball shoes he was teaching me how to clean and oil them to make them last a long time. We were sitting together on his back porch. Chatting somewhat aimlessly, Phil asked me why I always went inside my house or away somewhere before my parents got home. I told him about my parents' warning to me and I babbled on with some details. "Phil, I like you. You are one of my best friends," I told him. "But my dad said you are a faggot. He said you did things with men in prison." "George, faggot is not a nice word," Phil chided me gently. "Did your father tell you what he meant by did things with men in prison?" "No, Phil, not really, but I have heard stories, seen movies about men and women in prison," I answered him. "So," Phil asked, "what kinds of things do you think men do in prison?" "Sexual things Phil," I said, "with each other. And women with each other too in prison." "Like what?" Phil asked. "Kissing, touching each others private places, you know like jacking off together," I said. "Do you jack off George?" Phil asked. "Yes, sure I do. Don't all guys?" I asked Phil. Phil chuckled. "I suppose so," he said, "when they are horny." "Sure," I said. "Some times I just have too or I have what mother calls wet dreams. You know cum in my bed at night while sleeping." Phil chuckled again. We had stopped working on the baseball shoes by then, and I was getting a boner. It may have been obvious to Phil, chubbing up in my shorts. I was thinking already about going inside soon and jacking off before my parents came home. "Phil do you jack off too?" I asked. He grinned at me. "Sure I do," he answered. "Here at home alone like you." "Did you, I mean, could you jack off in prison too?" I asked Phil. "Yes," he said simply. "Did you jack off with other men? Other men jack you off? You jack them off?" I flooded Phil with questions. I was curious and my curiosity was growing along with my cock right then. I wanted to know what men in prison did, everything they did. My cock was really getting hard, and I felt the head getting moist in my shorts. I shifted my hard, wet rod with what I hoped was a subtle move with one hand to keep the wet spot from becoming obvious to Phil. "George let me answer your questions with the same questions," Phil said. Do you jack off with other guys? Has anyone jacked you off? You jacked off any guys?" "Yeah Phil, some," I said. "Did it feel good for you, George?" Phil asked me. "Better than when you jack off yourself?" "Sure Phil it felt good, better than doing it alone," I answered him honestly. "But it was just playing around, curiosity. I've never even seen a real man dick hard, not even my dad's, his soft a few times, of course, but not hard." "Are you hard now, George?" Phil asked me. Hell I knew he knew I was. I could see he had gotten hard in his knit sports shorts too. So I had no reason to try lying to him. I said, "Yes Phil, I am hard now, leaking some, horny. You are hard too aren't you?" I asked him. "Yes, I am hard George," Phil said. "How could I not be talking with you about this on the back porch alone?" "Phil will you show me your hard, real man cock?" I asked, my curiosity and hard, leaking, horny prick overtaking my senses. "Are you sure George?" Phil asked me. "Won't you think it is faggoty, queer for us to do this, like your dad said? Won't you think I am a faggot?" "No, Phil," I said. "We are good friends, that's all." "Well," Phil asked, "will it be just between us as friends?" "Of course, Phil," I said. "Gee why would I tell anyone I wanted to see your cock?" "Okay, George," Phil said, "show me yours, and I'll show you mine." I giggled. Phil asked, "What?" "Nothing Phil," I said. "Come on George," Phil chided me. "We are friends right? We speak honestly with each other don't we? Why are you laughing now?" "Well," I kept chuckling, "it just reminds me of when I do, er, did it with guys, er, a guy my own age. We agreed to the same thing. Show me yours I'll show you mine." "You first, George," Phil said, "if you want to see mine." Oh did I ever want to see Phil's. I looked him right in the eyes. Excited, I scooted forward on the porch, unbuttoned my shorts, worked my boner out of my underwear, smearing some pre cum on my hand accidentally. I let go of my stiff, wet dick so Phil could see it. Phil looked at my arched up cut cock. He returned my look eyes to eyes, lifted his hips and slid his knit shorts down over his muscular thighs. "Oh, oh," I gasped. Phil's cock was just a bit longer than mine but much thicker. He had dark curly hairs all around and above the base of it. His balls were way bigger than mine, golf ball-size orbs hanging down between his open thighs in a crinkly, hairy pouch. I looked at my dick, back at Phil's. We were similar, but different. Mine was pointy-headed, just a bit of a flared crown, an indentation then the shaft, the same size from the head to the base where my hairs were light colored and sparse. Phil's cock head was like a helmet, a mushroom crown the circle distinguishing the head from the shaft then a real veiny stalk getting larger from just behind the head to his bushy root and lower belly. It looked like a thick wedge of solid meat. But he was not wet with slick pre cum like I was. "Phil, I want to touch it," I said. "Touch it, George," Phil said. "I will touch yours too." I touched the end of the head first with one finger, two. It was wider than two of my fingers. I put a third finger beside the other two -- my pointer, middle and ring finger. They covered the end of his cock head. I slid my thumb and little finger on either side of his crown. They did not reach to the bottom of his helmet. The skin felt soft, hot. I wrapped my hand around his cock. The ends of my fingers could not reach my thumb. I moved my hand down his shaft, felt my fingers getting further apart from my encircling thumb, his hard core but soft skin, the veins, so many of them, one thick on the underside of his big tool. I slid my hand all the way to the base feeling his bush of curly hairs against my little finger, the side of my hand. I moved my hand up, down, stroking his big cock. My eyes were locked on what my hand was feeling. I watched a bubble of clear juice -- pre cum -- form in his piss lips. I rubbed the slimy juice on the end of his knob. More flowed out for me to smear over his cock head, still more for me to wet his shaft. I was close enough, leaning forward, enraptured by the sight of Phil's now slick rod. I could smell his man aroma, much like mine. I leaned closer. "Unh, unh, ooh, uu uu, yeah," I purred. Phil was sliding his fist up and down on my slimed dick too. He opened my shorts wider. I lifted my hips, let him pull my shorts down, then my underwear out over my hard penis and down my legs, all the way to my ankles. Phil cupped my nuts in one hand, kept stroking me with his other hand. I put my free hand under his big balls, felt them fill then spill out over the sides of my hand. "I'm going to kiss your cock, George, suck you," Phil said. Still stroking him, holding his balls gently, I leaned back on the porch, opened my legs wider for him. He kissed me right on my knob end, licked in my little slit, closed his lips over my pecker head. I trembled. He circled his tongue around and around, sucked. "Ooooooh, ungh, oh, yeah," I moaned and shook, feeling so good, all tingly. Phil held me in his wet mouth firmly, moved down my cock all the way to the base. Sucked, licked, swallowed my knob into his throat. Pulled up sucking, licking, his saliva and my pre cum coating my throbbing cock. Moved back down, up, down, up, down. He massaged my balls gently. A tip of his finger slid over the space behind my sac, touched my puckered hole. "Unnngh, unnngh, ungh," I grunted. "Gonna cum. Shoot. Phil please." I expected him to let go of my cock with his mouth. He clasped my tingling rod tighter in his mouth, trapping it against the roof of his mouth with his wriggling tongue, clamped his lips, sucking, moving just a bit, an inch, two inches, three. "Phiiilll, oooh, ungh," I tried to push his head away from my crotch, his mouth off my dick. With that effort of tightening my muscles to push him away, his hot, wet mouth sucking, moving up and down in short, fast slides, slurps, his fingertip rubbing on my crinkled hole I felt a surge of cum coursing up my shaft, shooting into Phil's mouth. Phil swallowed, sucked, swallowed my next blast of cum. Sucked, took a third wad of my jism, swallowed it. Kept sucking and swallowing as I squirted more into his mouth. Just at the right time he stopped moving, sucking, held me in his mouth, letting me drain onto his tongue. My cock was tingling so much, feeling so sensitive I would have screamed out loud if he had done anything other than hold me in his mouth. I had collapsed onto my back splayed out on the porch, gasping for breath, trembling. Feeling the curly hairs on his head. I stayed hard. The tingling, intense sensitivity stopped. Phil felt my face, neck, shoulders, nipples, arms, stomach, legs, butt cheeks, balls, sucked me off again swallowing my cum load again. I was still hard, but I wriggled away from Phil just enough to get my hard, wet cock out of his mouth. "Oh Phil, I want to suck you," I said, more like begged, pleaded. © 2007 I do like feedback; flames ignored though. Curious George George compounded his guilt by lying to her, something he had never done before. "I am sorry honey. I just got caught up in watching the ball game in the lounge and lost track of the time. By the time the game was over and I made it to my room I knew it was too late to call so I waited until this morning. I am sorry." Jane appeared to accept his explanation so he pushed on to tell her when he expected to arrive home later that night. His flight was due in to Martinsville at 7:30 p.m. he told her. "I will be at the airport to pick you up George," she responded. After he made his way down to the seminar room, George and Monica met up and talked about what had happened the night before. They both agreed that though it was a wonderful night together they both needed to let it go and return home to their respective spouses. They both knew that they would never see each other again. George's guilt had grown exponentially with the dawn and knew he couldn't pursue this woman again. Now he had to figure out how to face Jane when he got home. He knew he could never confess to her. He had to figure out how to keep his infidelity a secret from her. When she picked him up at the baggage claim area Jane asked, "George, were you very, very good while you were gone?" He knew he couldn't change his pattern so he responded like he always would have, "No baby, I was better." He tried to maintain his cool but Jane saw a dark shadow cross his face and she felt a chill go through her. Something was wrong. "George, did something happen in St. Louis? Is there something you need to tell me?" "Of course nothing happened in St. Louis Jane, you know I could never do anything that would hurt you," he said as he lied to her for the second time in their marriage. She let it go but somehow she knew that something had happened and that it was bothering George. George changed. It wasn't a drastic change at first, but he changed. He often thought about what he had done with Monica and he started looking at it as only sex, no love. That was the first time he had ever separated sex from love and it changed him forever. The changes became more pronounced. Occasionally he found himself thinking of it as only sex when he was with Jane. He had never done that before and it changed how they reacted to one another. When it happened George became selfish and was only concerned about his own satisfaction. Now he changed a lot. Jane noticed and she knew. Have you ever heard about the system for capturing monkeys in the jungles of Africa? The goal is to take the monkeys alive and unharmed for shipment to zoos of America and other countries. In an extremely humane way, the captors use heavy bottles, with long narrow necks, into which they deposit a handful of sweet-smelling nuts. The bottles are dropped on the jungle floor, and the captors return the next morning to find a monkey trapped next to each bottle. How is it accomplished? The monkey, attracted by the aromatic scent of the nuts, comes to investigate the bottle, the nuts, and is trapped. The monkey can't take its hand out of the bottle as long it's holding the nuts, but it is unwilling to open its hand and let them go. The bottle is too heavy to carry away, so the monkey is trapped. We may smile at the foolish monkeys, but how often we hold on to the "nuts" in our lives. George was trapped. He couldn't let go of being curious and never got his hand out of the bottle. It was the beginning of the end for his marriage. It wasn't long before George started looking at each woman he met and wondered how it would be to have sex with them. Would it be as marvelous as it had been with Monica? He couldn't let go of the "nuts". He was trapped. He subsequently had a brief affair, three meetings with a second woman. Mary was a client who came into Martinsville on a house hunting mission. She called George one day and set an appointment to look at a number of homes because she and her husband would be moving there in a couple of months. Mary was staying at the Comfort Inn & Suites in town and George went to pick her up for the house tour. It wasn't long before he was curious again. She was a very attractive woman in her mid thirties and certainly had a shapely body. The skirt and blouse she wore didn't do much to hide her generous charms. The give and take between the two was natural and by the time they had finished touring the third home the banter was teasing and the attraction both felt was obvious. In fact, you could almost see George drooling to be with her. When Mary was tired of looking at houses George took her back to her hotel and she shyly but hopefully invited him up. His curiosity won out and he spent the rest of that afternoon in her room. On two more occasions they got together before she headed back home. The sex with Mary was good but not like it had been with Monica. Mary liked pretty straight sex and wasn't nearly as vocal as Monica had been. George knew that it was in part the vocal affirmations he got from Monica that had kept him hot, hard and horny when they had been together. Mary was good, but he knew it wasn't what he needed or wanted so he ended it by telling her that when she moved back to town with her husband they would have to refrain from getting together because neither of them wanted to hurt their spouses. Mary agreed. The affair ended but his relationship with Jane suffered. By his actions she knew that George had cheated on her again and it hurt her deeply. How could it not? She loved him with all her heart and he had been her rock for all of these years. It hurt her so very much. Finally one night after George had left her hanging without an orgasm she burst out in tears. He had made sure that he was satisfied and came in her but he wasn't sensitive enough to her feelings to even care that she hadn't cum. "For God's sake Jane, what is the matter now?" he asked. There was no sympathy in his words or actions and Jane continued to sob. Before St. Louis he would have pulled her into his arms and comforted her no matter what caused her to cry. His only concern would have been for her. Now that concern was clearly absent. When she had finally gained control she said, "George, I know you cheated on me. I know because you are not the same man you once were. I know because you don't care about my feelings or my satisfaction like you used to. I know because our relationship is not the same. You are angry with me for crying instead of being compassionate and trying to find out why. "I don't know who you've had the affair with George, but I know when it started. You did it when you were in St. Louis. That is when this all started. Nothing has been the same since. "And I know that you have had an affair here too because of the way you look at me, the way you treat me. It hasn't gotten better George, it has gotten worse. I can tell you don't think of me the way you used to. Oh George, tell me why!!! Why did you have these affairs? What did I do to drive you away from me? Why don't you love me anymore?" George saw her hurt and pain and it almost destroyed him too. Everything he had done came slamming down on him and he knew how horrible his actions had been. "I do love you Jane; you are the only woman I love. You haven't driven me away; nothing that I did was your fault. It was all me. You are right, I did have sex with a woman I met at the seminar in St. Louis, but I don't love her. It was only sex. And I have had sex with a woman here too a couple of times but it was just that, sex. I didn't love her and it is over. It was big mistake for me to do what I did and I am so sorry I hurt you. I do love you Jane. Please forgive me. I will do anything to regain your trust." Jane asked him questions and he answered everything truthfully. He confessed everything he had done and tried to explain why. He was just so curious that he got caught up in the moment and made huge mistakes. George vowed to never betray her again. Now, let's be honest here. Most women are more forgiving than men and most men are more likely to carry a grudge and seek revenge. That is a very broad generalization, but I believe it is true. That is exactly what happened to George and Jane. Jane agreed to stay with George and work through their problem. Months went by and George was true to his word and eventually Jane forgave him and their relationship was good. It was not "perfect" like it had been, but it was good. The problem was George still had the "nuts" in his hand. He was still trapped with his hand in the bottle. He wouldn't let go so he stayed trapped. He was still curious. And he continued to look at each woman he met in the same way, wondering what it would be like. It was only a matter of time before George betrayed Jane again. His third betrayal was a full blown affair with Anita that lasted for a couple of months. She was another realtor in town and they often crossed paths. George began to notice. She began to notice George noticing. They flirted. She started to dress to tease him. He noticed and their relationship began. One Saturday morning their paths crossed and George asked, "Do you have a lunch appointment Anita?" "No, in fact I am finished for the day except for a couple of minor paperwork projects I need to finish up this weekend," she replied. Lunch was a wonderful time for the two of them. The flirting and teasing were taken to new heights and by the time they had finished their meals the sexual flush in both of their faces clearly could be seen by all. They drove to a nearby hotel and checked into a room. The afternoon was one of the most memorable times of his life. Anita was everything Monica had been and more. They sat on the bed and his lips found hers. First in a tender light kiss on her lips and with each passing moment the desire grew until their tongues were dueling to bring pleasure to each other. The urgency grew and both of their hands moved all over the other's body touching and gliding over sexually aroused sensitive places. "Anita, may I make love to you?" George asked. He knew he didn't love her but he also knew that women liked to be romanced and not just fucked. All he really wanted however was a great fuck. After all he loved Jane. "Oh yes George, I want you to make love to me all afternoon. Please make sweet love to me," she purred. Thus began the final slide down the path to the destruction of his marriage. George helped Anita from her blouse and skirt. He then took off his own clothes except for his boxers. He gently laid her back onto the bed in her bra and panties and began kissing her from her head to her toes and back up again. Soft gentle kisses poured all over her body. Kisses and nibbles to every sensitive spot. He spent an enormous amount of time under her knees and along her inner thighs. He nuzzled and moaned into her soft belly. He almost lost himself in her inviting cleavage. Nuzzling at the base of her neck started her moaning. Biting and nibbling her neck and ears got her wiggling. He neglected no uncovered spot. Anita was in sexual pain. She was so aroused that all she wanted was to be mounted and fucked hard. She needed it so bad. George had almost worked her into a lather with just his soft kisses and nibbles. She knew she was going to be used up totally today by the time he finished with her. She wanted it so bad. George stood up and slid his boxers to the floor and stepped out of them. Anita groaned, "Oh George, your cock is so beautiful. Bring it over here and let me suck you. Let me worship that beautiful fuck stick. Oh George, I want that cock in me. I want it in my mouth and in my pussy. Give me your cock baby. Fill my body with you darling." "Be patient my lover," George whispered, "You will get all the cock you can handle by the time we are through. I want you begging to suck me off and begging to be fucked by me. Just lie back and let me bring you to the point of begging." "Oh god George, I am already begging you. Let me suck you let me feel your hard cock in my mouth and in my pussy. I want to be fucked George. I am begging baby; please give me your cock." "Not yet." George moved up onto the bed alongside Anita and unhooked her bra to release the breasts that had been driving him wild for weeks. He slid her panties slowly down until her neatly trimmed pussy came into view. "I knew your breasts and pussy would be magnificent sweetheart, they are driving me crazy." "I am glad you like them George, this afternoon they are all yours," she cooed. He finished slipping her panties down her legs and off and kissed his way back up her body much more quickly this time because he had a pair of tits and nipples just waiting for him. He had a pussy longing for him. When he got back up to her nipples George gently kissed each one then started to caress them one hand on each. He rolled them between his fingertips and tugged on them elongating them and making them ever so much harder until they stood out like giant boulders on a hillside. Anita's moaning while he played with her tits and nipples was driving him wild with lust. "Yes George, pull them, suck them, lick them, bite them, squeeze them baby, they are yours to do with as you wish. I am yours to do with as you wish. Use me George. Make me your woman. Make me your slut. Make me your whore. Fuck me George, fuck me, fuck meeee fuck meeeee fuccckkkk meeeee." He couldn't take it anymore. He dove down between her legs and clamped his lips tightly on her clit and bit her. At the same time he drove his thumb into her molten pot and when he bit her again she erupted into an enormous orgasm. "OHHHHHHH BABBBBBBBY!!" "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!" "FUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!" And he did fuck her. He fucked and sucked that clit and pussy with his tongue and fingers for over a half hour. Her juices were flowing freely and he lapped up every drop savoring her wonderful taste. Orgasm after orgasm swept over her as he ate her and finger fucked her. She became incoherent as she squirmed and fucked under him. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yesssss, ohhh yessss, fuck it,,,,, fucccck it, doooo it, oh Geoooooorge. Yes, yes, yesssssssssssss oh, oh, oh, I'm cumming, I'm cummmming, cuummmminggggg, oh, oh, oh yesssssss cummmmmmmmmming." On and on it went with her orgasms coming one after the other. George couldn't get enough. He lapped up each drop flowing from her love hole. He buried his nose deep in her pussy and inhaled her fuck scent. This was the woman he needed and wanted. This was it. Anita went limp. She passed out from the intense orgasms she had been getting and lay limp on the bed. George gently caressed her face as she lay there and when she started to come around again he mounted her. He mounted her like a stallion claiming his mare. Her eyes went wide as he slid his cock full bore with one mighty thrust. Yes she was mounted in the purest sense of the word. Mounted and taken. Anita started grunting with that first thrust and never stopped. "Uggghhhh, Uggghhhhh, Uggghhhhhh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uggghhhhh," she went on and on as he pistoned his hot fuck tool in and out of her. In and out, in and out; driving it into her hot box; never relenting. In and out time and again with her grunting and moaning as he fucked her like a machine. "Fuck meeee, fuck meeee, fuckkkk meeee," she chanted as she threw her head from side to side while George claimed his woman. "Fuck meeeeeee," on into the afternoon. With one final thrust George drove himself as deep into her as he could get, grasped a nipple between each thumb and forefinger and pulled hard as he erupted shot after shot of hot cum into her depths. When he pulled out of her their combined molten liquids drained from her depths. She rolled George over onto his back and engulfed his spent cock in her mouth. She cleaned every drop of their union from his cock and kept sucking him until he was engorged and ready again. "Now I am going to mount you my big stud and ride you until you fill me again. Then I am going to ride your tongue and mouth as you clean me out. Now lay there and pull my nipples while I ride your big hot cock until it fills me." The rest of the afternoon they fucked and sucked like there was no tomorrow. George must have cum at least three times by the time they finished and Anita had lost count of the orgasms she had long before that. He had found another fantastic fuck and he couldn't let go of her. He repeatedly had late night appointments, worked Saturday morning, afternoon and night and generally neglected his whole family. All he could think about was the fantastic fucking he was getting from Anita. Jane knew. All the signs returned to their relationship that had been there before. George was selfish, uncaring and belligerent. He no longer seemed to care what she felt or thought. She knew. Others knew too. Anyone who knew Jane could see it in her eyes, her facial expressions and her demeanor. George never saw it because he was so caught up in his own satisfaction and selfish pleasure. The "nuts" in his hand blinded him to everything. Jane finally forced George to sit down with her. She told him that she loved him and always would, but he had broken his marriage vows to her and his promise to never betray her again. She could no longer respect him as she should respect her husband. She also told him that she would never be able to respect herself if she stayed married to him. The pain of his betrayal was way too great and she knew that she could never trust him to not cheat again. She knew that he had his hand in the bottle and would not let go of the "nuts". The hurt was so great that she didn't believe she could survive another betrayal so she ended their marriage. It was a couple of years after their divorce that she met Bill. He was a kind and gentle man and eventually she fell in love with him and married him. She still cares for George but is extremely happy with Bill. Not a strange relationship at all but a case where she truly loved her first husband and her second too. It was the cheating and lack of hope for a future together that caused her to divorce him. The Reality of Today As Jane leaves the dance with Bill her thoughts are far away to an earlier time in her life when she was married to George and in love with only him. She remembers all they had and all they had lost when George cheated on her forcing her to leave him. Entering their home she excuses herself immediately and goes to get ready for bed. Bill knows the drill and gives her the time she needs to get in bed. When he enters their bed she is crying in as she thinks about what she has lost. Bill lets her cry for a while because he has long realized that Jane still loves George. He is a secure man though because he knows that Jane also truly loves him and will never go back to George. She is his wife now and will be until they die. Eventually he puts his hand around her shoulders and pulls her to him. As she lays with his arm around her and nestles her face into his shoulder her crying soon ends as she gains strength from Bill's love for her and his understanding of what she needs at that moment. He has always understood her having to grieve over her lost marriage this one day and it is one of the reasons she loves him so dearly. As it has many times before, her unhappiness ends and she sighs as she snuggles closer to Bill. Her happiness in being married to Bill will sustain her for another year until George's next birthday. George isn't as fortunate. He fully realizes the enormity of the mistakes he has made in his life. He knows that he lost the woman he loved the same woman who loved him and gave him so much joy and happiness in his life. He realizes that his curiosity led to his throwing away all that was worth having. He is alone in his life and not at all happy. Curious George He knows this because he goes home to an empty apartment most nights. He's still trapped. You never hear of the monkeys escaping do you? George didn't escape either. He still looks at women and wonders what it would be like. On occasion he connects up with one and has his sexual fantasies fulfilled. The women soon realize that it is all about his satisfaction and it isn't long before they move on. There is never love with these women and now George realizes that it is love he truly craves. But, love he never finds because he can't let go of the "nuts" and get his hand out of the jar. George never cried much when he was married to Jane because they had the perfect marriage, but he cries now. Oh how he cries. George knows that Jane still loves him, but he also knows that it will never be more than a distant love because he lost her. He knows that he cannot share the things with her that he now wishes he could. He knows that he will get his five minutes a year and even though it kills him inside each time he will never miss that night. It is the best five minutes of each year. Yes, he cries a lot. The End * My generalization of women being more forgiving than men is based upon some personal experience. My wife is more forgiving of my shortcomings than I am of hers and I have seen the same trait of others in my family and circle of friends. Herein is the basis for my generalization. BUT Would my wife forgive me cheating on her like George did? Yeah right, like that would happen. She would castrate me and kick my balls down the street with her dancing shoes. Would I forgive her if the roles were reversed? That never would happen either. One or the other of us would have our bags packed and be out the door. EOM (and that isn't End of Month) Thanks for reading my story and please vote and give constructive comments.