23 comments/ 74744 views/ 4 favorites I the Juror By: Bazzza Please don't shed a single tear when I tell you it was the passing of my wife that led me to abandoning the country of my birth. Our marriage had already been on the downhill slide for a year or two before she learned of her illness, and I have no doubt that we would have eventually gone our separate ways. But I could not just abandon the woman I'd once loved and lived with for twenty plus years in her time of need. I stayed and nursed her through those terrible long months until the end, and I admit to shedding many tears as her time on this earth neared. But enough of this, for now I look forward to better times. The real reason for leaving was that the cold wet London weather was taking its toll on my forty six year old body. I could feel my joints prematurely groaning in pain at the next onset of cold rainy weather, and I'd finally had enough. My eldest daughter had married a kiwi and immigrated to New Zealand a few years back. My subsequent visits to that fine beautiful country told of a different life, one of warm sun filled days and friendly people. The slower pace of life also made it a desirable place to live out the rest of my days, and please god may there be many of them. My last visit to that far away country resulted in visiting employment consultants, and I found that my skills as a business and contracts negotiator were in some demand. By the time I arrived back in London, there were three e-mails expressing interest in my services which really made up my mind to go. I was in the final process of getting my entry and work permits approved when I put my house on the market, and expected a long and drawn out sale period due to the usual London asking price. Amazingly, it sold in weeks and my asking price met on the condition of a fast hand over. With my belongings in storage, I soon found myself residing in a small but nice hotel suite with a bank balance that would make most people weep with joy. I patted myself on the back at the ease of which things were coming together, all I now needed was the finalisation of entry into New Zealand and off I could go. And then it all turned to custard. A jury summons for the High Court arrived by mail, my attendance was required for a week close to when I planned to depart. I smiled smugly as I penned my reply for exemption based on my leaving the country. There have been few times that I can remember bureaucracy working so efficiency, but the courts contacted the New Zealand Embassy to verify my claim. The bottom line was that the courts brought my week of forward so that I could indeed do my duty before my departure. As you can imagine, my smug smile quickly disappeared at the news. As the court attendance neared, many friends gave me advice on how to get eliminated from jury selection. Dress in my best suit, smile at everyone in the court room, especially the prosecution and defence lawyers. It worked fantastically for the first case I was called on, but failed dismally on the second. Davis McMann, a well known hoodlum had avoided conviction many times, much to the dismay of the constabulary and the law abiding citizens of greater London. He was a well known face, his many legitimate businesses shadowing the less lawful activities. Rumours of fraud, protection rackets, money laundering, people and drug trafficking were rife. There's an old saying, where there's smoke, there's fire, and in McMann's case it was likely to be a raging inferno. He was again to be tried before a jury of the land, the new charges both numerous and serious. If convicted, he would be in care of Her Majesty for a long lag, so there was a lot at stake, especially for Mr McMann. The selected jury consisted of myself and six other men of various ages, five women made up the twelve. Seated for the first time, I took in the dynamics of the courtroom. The judge looked old and frail, but I would soon learn that under the remaining wisps of greying hair lay a brain of incredible intellect and strength. The prosecution was a mix of young and old, the inexperienced to no doubt learn from the more confident masters of their trade. The defence lawyer displayed his arrogance in no uncertain terms. Tall and over bearing dressed in suit that cost twice what mine had. His eyes raked the jury as if to assert his dominance over us. I smiled and gave him a wink, his resulting lingering stare identifying for the first time that there might be a trouble maker within our midst. And then there was Davis McMann. He was in his late fifties and once had been a good looking man. But the good life had taken its toll of the big man, the bulbous nose of a drinker, his wide shoulders now dwarfed by stomach that stretched his suit jacket buttons. He still retained his vanity, his thinning hair carefully groomed to minimise the tell tale effect of pending baldness. But it was his eyes that gave away his savagery, for they glared angrily at all those who were against him; to me he was a man who no doubt could inflict devastation without a hint of remorse. The first indication of his nervousness was when the charges against him were read out for the court to hear, his head shaking in denial. The opening statement by the prosecution was strong and well delivered by a gifted orator, and McCann flinched at a summary of the evidence which was to be produced against him. With a smile and a shrug he tried to disarm those watching him, but his eyes told me another story. One of the many things I've learnt as a negotiator is that the eyes give away a lot, lies, truths, panic, sympathy, and indifference to name but a few. Watching McCann, I could tell he was a man under great pressure, which is normally a sign of guilt. In the first two hours of the case I had come to dislike the man and all he stood for. I found myself seated between two jurors, a man a few years older than I who scribbled important points onto a pad as the case progressed, and young lady who I would later discover to be a student of the arts. Her notepad was quickly filled with caricatures of those in the courtroom, judges, lawyers, clerks and of course the defendant. I fought to retain my attention on the evidence, for the artist's pencil moved swiftly and confidently across the notepad, wild strokes and smears of lead magically turning into something recognisable. The best by far was of the defendant, his pronounced big nose and large stomach causing me to laugh aloud, my outburst raising eyebrow of the judge and brought me quickly back to the reality of the situation. It took a day or so for me to place others of interest who sat in the public gallery. The first were two of McCann's goons. They were both large, menacing and dangerous looking men, the suits they were wearing looked as out of place as Tarzan wearing a ballet tutu. Their sole job where possible, was to intimidate the jury with penetrating stares and threatening body language, I just ignored them. The other person of interest was a tall good looking blonde; which at our first break one of the jurors identified as McCann's wife. Question, why is it that some beautiful women are attracted to people like McCann? Sure, he might have been a ladies man some time back, but I would suggest that being married to a man like McCann would not be a bed of roses. This particular question intrigued me, and I found my eyes drifting in her direction on a regular basis. As time went on, she seemed to recognise my interest our eyes found each other more than often, but her face remained without emotion and it was difficult to read her thoughts. This was not missed by McCann, and I had to fight my desire to look in either direction. But my eyes seemed to be drawn to the elegance of Mrs McCann as she moved to and from her seat when the court took their breaks. She dressed well, and her expensive and classy clothes hugged her tall lean body attracting many lustful male and jealous female wandering eyes. As the case rolled on, it became increasingly apparent that McCann was as guilty as sin. The police had invested a huge amount of resource and technology over a period of time before arresting him. They produced a long trail of irrefutable evidence, paper, electronic voice recordings as well as video surveillance. And as each moment passed, McCann's resolve began to slip away, his confidence gone and the worry of prison ever on his mind. Casual talk among us jurors long before the case was over was that McCann was guilty, and our deliberation on his verdict at the end was going to hopefully short. The case took eight days, and then judge gave us a final summing up before we were finally ready to retire and consider McCann's guilt or innocence. As it late in the afternoon, the judge allowed us to go home and return fresh the next day, and he made it very clear that a clear verdict was expected on each charge. I ate out early with friends that night returning to my lonely hotel around seven. A nice glass of my favourite malt was at my lips when there was a knock at the front door. I was flabbergasted to find myself looking into the big eyes of Mrs McCann when I opened the door. She smiled nervously at my surprise, "I think you know who I am. I'd like to have a few moments of your time, if that's all right." Without thinking, I stepped back to make way for her to enter and then closed the door. She gazed around the hotel room for a second or two before turning to face me. "Do you live here?" she asked. "Temporary digs. Should you be here, and how'd you find out where I lived?" "It's not complicated, my husband's got contacts every where." she suggested eyeing up my malt on the coffee table. "Can I have one of those?" I fetched a glass and poured two fingers; she smiled as she took it from me, and then surprised me by sipping it neat. "Very nice." she stated. "I don't know your name, mine's Susan." "Jimmy." "Well Jimmy, I've got a proposition for you, well two really." Without asking, Susan stepped to the couch and sat down, it seemed kind of right for me to sit opposite her. She opened her black leather handbag, removed a bulging white envelope and placed it on the table beside her. "My husband asked me to come here tonight to give this. Inside is ten thousand pounds as a down payment for a not guilty verdict. If he walks from the court a free man, there will be another ten thousand. He also suggested that I should offer you my body as a sweetener once he is a free man." There have been few times in my life that I've been lost for words, this was certainly one of them. But I hid my surprise at the audacity of the bribe and looked across at McCann's wife. She looked even more stunning close up, while in her forties, her pale English rose skin was flawless, her facial features perfectly shaped. Her eyes were enchanting and her full lips alluring. She crossed her legs nervously under my scrutiny and brushed an imaginary hair from her well tailored trousers. I smiled grimly, "Do you really think that your husband is going to walk away from this? While I'm not prepared to discuss my reasoning, I think your husband is guilty as sin and I suspect that the rest of the jury are thinking along the same lines." Susan smiled and leaned forward on her chair, "That's good to hear, because you might find my second proposal more to your liking. While my husband wants his freedom, I don't. You're quite right when you say he's guilty. In fact he's guilty of a lot more than you think. You name it, he's into it, trafficking young European girls in the country for prostitution, and bring in all sorts of drugs. I know he's killed people, some at his own hands. He's a bad man Jimmy, and he needs to be put away for a long time." My surprise was now complete, and my mouth stalled on the edge of my glass of malt, I lowered it and looked across at Susan. "But he's your husband." Susan shrugged her shoulders, "Yes he is, but not a good one. He's a violent drunk husband who fucks any thing in tights. The only reason I'm not wearing any bruises right now is he's been locked up pending the case. It's like being on vacation without him I can tell you. So, here's my proposal, you keep this ten grand and do your best to find him guilty. And as a sweetener, I'll sleep with right now. So, what do you think?" Again I'm lost for words and stare stupidly across at Susan. She leaned back on the chair and sipped her malt while meeting my gaze. "The sex thing is for pleasure Jimmy. It's been nearly a year since I've been shagged, and that's far too long. You're a very handsome man, and I'm more than a little attracted to you. All those days peering down at you in the jury box has raised my interest in sex, and tonight I'm horny as hell. I know that you're a widower and that there's no one in your life at the moment. So there's no real reason to say no." "How do you know that? Susan shrugged her shoulders, "My husband has had you followed from the day you were selected for the jury. He noticed your interest in me, and being the man he is, thought there might be a little leverage to be had. He found out where you live, where and what you like to eat and drink, and even who you socialise with. And at the moment there appears to be lack of female company." All this was obviously a shock to me, and I sat in stunned silence at Susan's words. My thoughts turned to my leaving the country, but all of my incoming mail was picked up from a private mail box. My laptop security was high, so in reality unless they'd talked to someone in the know, my secret was safe. Susan mistook my silent contemplation as hesitation which suited me just fine. "So Jimmy, are you going to tell me that you don't find me desirable? I'd find that hard to believe after our courtroom flirting. Tell me you don't want to sleep with me." "You might be wasting your time, chances are that your husband's going to be found guilty, and sleeping with me will be of no consequence." Susan laughed, "Hopefully true, but the thing is that I really want to sleep with you. I fancy you, but part of the fact is that this will be a little revenge on my husband. Don't you thinks it's a little ironic that he thinks that I might sleep with you gain his freedom, when in reality it's going to help putting him away for years. I just love it." I had to grin and nod in agreement, for the audacity of it all was amusing to say the least. "I'll have you know that I'm very good in bed." she suggested. "In saying that, besides my not so good husband, you'll first man I've slept with in twenty three years. So I look forward to your thoughts on my abilities. So Jimmy, tell me all about your love life. I bet you were a good husband." Looking back on this moment, I could have easily lied, but there something about Susan that compelled me to speak truthfully. "Yes, I was a good husband." I suggested. "I was unfaithful only once many years ago on a business trip abroad. A company I was dealing with arranged a lady for the night; it was fun at the time, but the guilt was hard to live with. I've never strayed since." Susan frowned, "Kind of hard to believe Jimmy. You're a good looking man, and in your younger days the girls would have thrown themselves at you, not that they wouldn't now." "I didn't say there weren't opportunities; it's just that I never took them up." "That's pretty commendable, there isn't too many men who'd say no to a bit on the side." she replied. "What about when your wife was sick?" That question hit a nerve and I shook my head, "I reckon it would have been worse then." "And since?" she asked. Again I shook my head. "There's an underlying strength in you that's commendable Jimmy. But life's too short to dwell in the past. It's time for both of us to look to the future, we kind of need each other at the moment, don't you think?" "But you're still married." I suggested. Susan looked across at me for a few seconds, and then looked down at her left hand. I was surprised when she began to remove her wedding and engagement rings and then place them on the arm of the couch. "My husband was a good man when I first met him Jimmy, maybe a bit naughty but I suppose that was the attraction. He's not the same man now, in reality, I've not been married for years. Anyway, I've had enough talking; right now I want to be loved." Susan stood and unbuttoned her jacket and tossed it back onto the couch behind her. She stood before me so that I could look at her, but it was without slutty bravado or confidence. Her cream top hugged her shape following the curves of her breasts and narrow waist. Black trousers flowed nicely over her hips and then flared outwards over her thighs. After a few seconds she offered her hand and I reached out to accept it, and then I also got to my feet. She took my other hand in hers and stepped close, I caught the scent of her perfume as she leaned close and gently nuzzled my neck. We stood hand in hand as our lips met for the first time, little pecks and caresses before our tongues engaged and explored. For me it was very strange, for I had not kissed a woman other than my late wife in passion for decades. I was nervous for this reason, and also that I knew the circumstances were wrong. But as the kisses continued, my worries of conspiracy and adultery waned. Our hands parted and began to slowly explore, and I soon found myself extremely aroused. Susan pushed against me and rubbed her stomach against my now obvious erection adding fuel to the fire. I eased her top upwards and Susan raised her arms so that I could remove it over her head, my eyes immediately feasting upon a slinky blue bra that restrained her ample cleavage. A chuckle escaped her lips she guided my face to it, and for a few seconds I kissed the top of her silky smooth breasts. My hands automatically dropped to her round buttocks, and she sighed deeply as I caressed her outer thighs. She twisted her stance so that my hand slipped between her slightly parted thighs, and then her legs sagged a few seconds later as my finger caressed that special little place. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." she moaned as I took her weight in my arms. "Take them off." I fumbled with a set of twin buckles on her trousers and then lowered her zip. Susan's hands pushed them downwards, her body wriggling with urgency to get them down over her shapely thighs. Her shoes were flicked off and her trousers stepped out of exposing a matching pair of blue panties. Susan fell into my arms again, our lips locked in a passionate kiss. I felt her hand slip down to my trousers, and my belt and zip deftly discarded. Her hand reached under my briefs and gripped my erection guiding it between the warmth of her thighs. Our heights seem perfect, and for a short time our bodies rocked back and forth against each other as we kissed. I unclipped her bra and let slip from her body. Her breasts were just right, not too big, but certainly a nice pert handful. My mouth quickly found her nipples, and my little kisses and suckles were rewarded with moans of appreciation. Susan then reached downwards, lowered the front of her panties and guided my erection through her curls and wet lips. My shirt was removed along with my trousers, and I stood before Susan McCann wearing only a very proud erection. We began move against each other with a little more intensity. While actual penetration was impossible while standing, my cock sat very nicely between her moist lips until Susan stepped backwards and suggested the bedroom. I led her by the hand to my bed, and after pulling the covers back I lowered Susan to the cool sheet below. By the time I had slid in beside her, Susan had removed her panties and discarded them to the far side of the room. Her arms engulfed me as she guided me on top of her, her wide spread thighs swiftly trapping me. She reached for my cock, steering it to her opening and pushing upwards onto it. As her deliciously warm tight pussy fully gripped my shaft, her legs slipped upwards and encircled my waist. I the Juror "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that's sooooo nice." she whispered pushing hard up against me and rotating her buttocks. After a few seconds Susan relaxed a little and lowered her legs to the bed as I began to slowly move back and forth inside her. Her pussy was now sopping wet and each stroke was rewarded with noisy slap of flesh on flesh. After a minute or so, Susan lowered her legs flat on the bed and then encouraged me to slide further up her body. "This is how I cum." she confessed. "I want one now and then we can play around some more." She then seduced me into a nice rhythm, and in my slightly elevated position could feel the pressure my cock placed on the top of her pussy. By now Susan's hair was splayed untidily on the pillow below her. Big eyes looked up at me and a cute smile suggested that all was just fine with my performance so far. Her hands caressed my face and neck sliding down to my nipples and polishing them gently. "Mmmmm, this is real good, you're gonna make me cum real soon." she whispered. Susan lowered her hands to her thighs and firmly pushed them fully flat on the bed, and again asked me to move up a little more. I could instantly feel the extra pressure placed on my cock as I rode her. For the next few minutes, Susan encouraged me onwards, her usually pretty face now frowning in concentration. "Ohhhhhhh shiiiiiit." she cried as one leg entwined with mine, her hands grasping my buttocks and holding me tight inside her. I could feel the little tremors surge through her body, and her pussy flooding with juices. She began to rock her pussy against me; her finger nails now gently raking my back as her orgasm arrived and escaped. She reached up and took my face in her hands, and pulling downwards kissed me passionately for a long, long time. Then she eased my face away and smiled up at me. "I like a little licking after I've cum." she suggested hopefully. "And you're telling me because?" I asked playfully. "Because you might want to lick it and make me happy, and that way I might be inclined to keep you happy." she replied. It seemed a fair trade. I suckled her nipples on my downwards journey, and made her chuckle and wriggle as I ran my tongue down her navel. The first thing I noticed was how fair her pubic hair was, just a little darker than the blonde hair on her head. Down below it was natural and untrimmed, bushy in the centre but thinning at the sides. Her gapping lips were now visibly pink, her inner thighs wet from her juices as was the sheet below. The skin of her thighs was smooth and warm under my tongue, and I kissed and licked my way upwards until I reached her pussy. Susan jumped as my tongue slipped between her lips and over her clitoris. "No, no. Leave my clit alone for a bit." My tongue lowered and caressed the velvet smoothness of her opening and surrounding lips. Little moans of ecstasy from Susan encouraged me, and I suckled upon her lips for awhile before sliding back to her clitoris. She cried as I sucked the little mound into my mouth and flicked my tongue over it. It had been sometime since I'd performed this act of love, but it seemed my skills had not diminished one little bit. When Susan could not bear the mauling of her clitoris any more, she pushed my head away and rolled out of my reach. I turned onto my back and looked up at Susan he crawled to my side. Her hand slipped over my cock and gave it a playful squeeze. "It's been awhile since I've played with a new one of these." she commented making herself comfortable beside me. For the next minute or so, I lay still as Susan examined my erection in great detail, her fingers gently tracing the shaft and over the circumcised head. She got a little revenge by polishing the eye of my cock with the palm of her hand causing me to squirm in protest. Then she lowered her lips over it and began to suck on it, I reached down and shifted her hair back over her ear so that I could watch her in action. Using her thumb and forefinger at the base to hold it still, her warm mouth concentrated on the head and the glands below. I could feel her tongue working sliding back and forth over the head bringing me immeasurable pleasure. My hand wandered over Susan's breasts and then downwards, she parted her thighs so that I could stroke her pussy while she licked me. She lifted her mouth from my cock and grinned up at me, "You like?" I laughed, "Very nice." Her mouth returned to my cock and suckled me playfully without rhythm, it was a lovely compilation of kisses, licking and then hard sucking. Her technique was absolutely exquisite and soon had me writhing in delight. By this time, her hand had wisely gripped my shaft firmly to ensure that I didn't unintentionally ram it down her throat. I began to slide my cock up and down through well lubricated hand and I wasn't all that far from orgasm when she released me. She smiled sweetly, "Oh no you don't, not yet." Avoiding my cock, Susan slid up along side me and began to kiss me, her arms around my neck and her tongue deep inside my mouth. I tried to roll her on top of me, but she resisted for awhile in case I couldn't control myself. Then she willingly straddled me and guided my cock to the entrance of her pussy. She waited until our lips were again engaged before allowing my cock slip deep inside her, and simultaneous sighs of pleasure broke our kiss for an instant. There was something about this position that was special, I could feel the tip of my cock touch her cervix when Susan pushed down on it, and she tightened her pussy each time in response. A little tremor would flow through her body and she would raise herself slowly until the head of my cock was just about out, and then she would push down again. Her face was now glowing with perspiration, her big eyes closed as she rode me. She raised herself to a sitting position and pushed her hair over her shoulders, but it just fell forward again. "Shit." she muttered in frustration while dismounting me. "I'll have to do something with this before it drives me crazy." Susan climbed from the bed and walked back into the lounge returning with her handbag. Without hesitation, she straddled me and guided my cock back between her slippery lips. Once fully mounted, she reached into her bag and after a quick rummage found a black elastic hair tie. Reaching behind her head, she gathered her hair into a pony tail and slipped the band over it. "Now, where were we?" she asked leaning forward dangling her breasts in my face. I took them in hand and held them close together so that her nipples were almost touching, then smothered them with kisses and licks. Susan proved she could multi task managing to hold her breasts still for me while her pussy moved up and down on my cock. "Mmmmmmmm, this is good fun." she said after a few minutes of playing. Susan then sat up and pulled my knees up behind her back before leaning back on them, giving me a good view of what was happening between her legs. Her pussy and thighs were shiny and slick with her juices, my cock perfectly dissecting her gaping pink lips. Her blondish curls were now flattened against her skin and hid nothing of the beautiful thing that lay beneath. I watched with some interest as her pussy lips hugged my shaft tightly as it entered and then withdrew until the tip of the head appeared. Her hand eventually moved downwards and a finger slid over her clitoris. For the next few minutes, she tried to bring herself to orgasm again but couldn't quite manage to get there. Each time she got close, her erratic movements allowed my cock slip from her. "Fuck, so close." she complained while rolling herself from me and falling onto her back beside me with her legs high in the air. "Back to missionary I think." I quickly rolled between her already parted thighs, and Susan's waiting hand guided my cock back into her gooey hole. Her long legs wrapped around me and hugged me for a few seconds before dropping flat onto the bed. Again, she pushed her thighs down straight and flat. "Move up a bit." she asked. I eased myself upwards so that my cock was placing pressure on the top of her pussy just how she liked it, but I went too far and my cock slipped noisily from her. Her hand guided me back inside her, and after a little shuffling of bodies we got it right. Susan returned her hands to thighs and applied downwards pressure as I began to ride her. The effect on Susan was instant and a little cry of pleasure escaped her lips a short time later as another orgasm rippled through her body. I continued to ride her until it passed and her body began to relax. A thought occurred to me, and I pulled Susan gently down the bed until her buttocks were right on the edge. "Put your feet on the floor." I suggested. The height of the bed was just right slightly lifting her buttocks from the bed. I retrieved two pillows and placed them on the floor to kneel on, and quickly moved into position between her open legs. I allowed myself one lap of my tongue across her clitoris before guiding my cock to her opening. Holding her thighs firmly down, I pushed my cock deep inside Susan a few times causing her to groan loudly. My thumb found her clitoris, and I settled into a nice slow rhythm. I grinned as Susan's hands dug into the bed in protest of my attack. "Holyyyy fuuuuck." she whispered over and over again as I worked her fine pussy into a frenzy. "Here, let me do it." she cried as her hand snaked down pushing my thumb away from her clitoris and began stroking it herself with some urgency. Susan's body began to writhe wildly on the bed as another orgasm crept closer and closer, but I held her thighs firmly in place on the floor to ensure I didn't slip from her. I watched the almost ugly faces she pulled as her orgasm finally caught up with her. A loud cry escaped Susan as her body tensed and then shuddered violently. I had no doubt that my unfortunate neighbours heard that one. For the next few seconds, Susan twisted and turned so much that my cock dropped from her pussy. Eventually she dropped into a post orgasmic state and lay perfectly still on the bed, her half opened eyes glazed over. I crawled up beside and kissed her on the cheek. "What the fuck happened then?" she whispered after a few seconds. "A good orgasm I think." She lifted her feet from the floor and rolled to face me, "I've never had one like that before. Christ that was good." A few seconds later, Susan pulled herself up the bed and sat cross legged. Leaning forward, she gazed down between her parted thighs to her now battered pussy. She ran a finger down her slit and gently touched her clitoris, and then chuckled, "Oh boy, this is gonna be sore for days, and its all gonna be your fault." She then turned her attention to me and crawled to my side. Kneeling next to my shoulder, she lowered her lips to mine and kissed me gently, but the kiss soon turned passionate and our tongues danced wildly together. I caressed her hot slippery body, her thighs and flat stomach before cupping her breasts. She responded my taking my cock in hand and stroking it slowly. She eventually broke the kiss and looked down at my cock, "I don't think I can fuck anymore, would you settle for a nice blow job?" "How nice?" I asked. Susan laughed, "Very nice I should think, but I'll give it a clean first." I looked down at my cock and I could see her point. A tide mark of goo ringed the base and my shaft covered in her sticky juices. I didn't complain as Susan climbed from the bed and disappeared to find the bathroom. She returned with a wet facecloth which had been warmed nicely under the hot tap. Kneeling beside me, she began gently cleaning my cock and balls. "You're a very good fuck." she said. "Probably the best ever, don't think I've ever cum like that before. Just shows what I've been missing out on doesn't it?" I couldn't think of an appropriate answer for that question, and I watched Susan drop the facecloth to the floor and make herself comfortable. I sighed as her warm mouth slipped over the head of my cock, and I could feel her tongue exploring the eye and rim below. She suckled me tenderly for some time before moving into a rhythm, and I lay back in splendid arousal. "Tell me how you like it?" she whispered. "How about doing it from between my legs?" "Okay." she replied and changed positions from beside me to kneeling between my legs. I liked this position because I knew her tongue would fall nicely on the underside of the head of my cock. Her hand began to gently stroke the shaft while her mouth bobbed up and down on the head. From time to time, she would remove her mouth and run her tongue around the rim of the head. This was all very, very nice, and the excitement of having Susan in my bed quickly became too much. "Mmmmmm, you have a nice big cum." she urged between mouthfuls of cock. "You deserve it." I looked down at her pretty face as it worked my cock and our eyes met as I fired my cum into her mouth. She kept looking into my eyes as cum spewed from her mouth down my shaft, but she continued to work me contentiously even after I'd finished. She retrieved the facecloth from the floor and wiped her cum covered lips before cleansing my cock and balls. Then she returned my cock to her mouth and suckled me until I could tolerate it no longer, then reached down and eased my cock from her lovely lips. "Mmmmm, that was good fun." she said straddling my body and dropping her breasts into my face. "And how was it for you?" "Passable, just." I mocked "Liar." she cried loudly slapping my face with her breasts. We ended up laying arm in arm beside each other. I looked down over Susan's fine body, past her breasts lying flat on her chest down between her slightly parted thighs. Her sparse curls still stuck flat to her skin and her inner thighs shiny and slick from her juices. She looked over at me a smiled. "No matter what happens over the court case, I'll never ever regret me being with you tonight." she offered. "There's a lot of things that I like about you. At first it was only your good looks, but now that I know you as I do, I know you're a very special man Jimmy. Some lucky lady's gonna grab you and not ever let you go. A pity its not gonna be me." "No chance of us getting together?" I asked knowing that it could never happen. Susan turned and gave me a peck on the cheek, "I wish, but it would be too complicated, plus the fact that my husband would make a boat anchor out of you if he ever found out. You'll just have to be satisfied with tonight Jimmy." We turned towards each other, and kissed passionately for sometime, and then somehow fell asleep in each others arms. It was nearly dawn when we stirred, and our arousal was mutual. Our second bout of love making was slow and tender, but equally rewarding. Afterwards, we were both reluctant to prise ourselves apart, but we both knew that were only delaying the inevitable. We showered together and dried each other amongst little kisses and caring caresses. I helped Susan dress and then replaced her wedding and engagement rings on her finger. By my door, we held hands and kissed for the last time. With tears in her eyes, Susan smiled at me, "I could very easily fall in love with you Jimmy, but it would only bring us heartache. I hope you won't forget me in a hurry." She placed a finger on my lips before I could answer, "You may need to move from here if my husband's convicted. Remember, he knows you live here, and he's likely to arrange a nasty surprise for you." Susan gave me a last peck on the lips, and then turned and walked out my door. While it was only a one night encounter, I would never forget Susan McCann. But life moves onwards, and so did I. The jury found Davis McCann guilty on all charges, and he exploded with rage as the verdicts were read out by the foreman. I looked up into the public gallery at Susan as several uniformed officers forcibly retrained her husband. Our eyes met briefly, and the relief on her face was plain for me to see. She then stood and walked from the gallery, it was to be the last time I ever saw her. The same day, I took Susan's advice and moved from my hotel suite leaving no forwarding address. I took the train to France, and then hired a rental car taking my time motoring to Spain where I spent the next month beside the sand and sea. Keeping up with my immigration situation was simple with the use of a laptop and the net, and once things were in order, I flew briefly back to London to complete all the finalities. The next day I left England for good and headed for my new life in New Zealand. On the north shore of Auckland lay a quaint little place called Takapuna. I purchased a nice apartment right on the beach front and once employment was found, settled into my new life with relative ease. Each morning before work, I would get up and walk along the beautiful sunny beach, and what a wonderful way it is to start the day. My aging body cherished the change in climate, and my aches and pains disappeared. The climate also changed eating habits, and I have no doubt that my health has improved dramatically and now feel better than I have in decades. The internet is a great tool, and from a safe distance I kept up with the McCann saga. Davis McCann eventually received a custodial sentence of sixteen years without parole; his subsequent appeals against his sentence were unsuccessful. A year later, Susan McCann commenced divorce proceedings against her husband. It was gratifying to see that she was breaking the last shackles of her own imprisonment. As for me, well I met a tall vivacious divorced lady named Christina Hobson. We met on the beach, each on our morning walks. Our relationship developed from eye contact and polite smiles to the hellos and the brief chats. My eventual dinner invitation was accepted, and our courtship developed. On our fifth date, I was invited to her bed; the invitation graciously accepted I might add. It was the start of many joyful romps, and it was only a matter of time before Christina placed her sexy slippers under my bed for keeps. While I've never been happier in life as I am now, I often think back to Susan McCann and our only night together. I hope that she too is enjoying life with someone special, and that life will be good to her also.