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Faith, Friendship, and Passion

By: Architect9669



Description: Two conservative Christians share faith, friendship, and passion

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My name is Brad and this is my true-life story of faith, friendship, and passion. But before I begin telling my story, a little background about myself would be helpful. I'm 38 and grew up in a conservative Christian home with great parents. They were wonderful examples of a loving marriage and poured their time and energy into raising a close, God-fearing family. It is because of them that faith has been the driving force in my life since I was a child. 

During high school I decided I wanted to pursue architecture as a career and was accepted to several high caliber design schools. However, practicality won out and I attended the University of Illinois after I was offered a full ride scholarship. I quickly became heavily involved in a couple different Christian organizations on campus and met my future wife Trisha during my sophomore year. We were seemingly the perfect matches. We both grew up in conservative Christian homes, had similar interests, and became the best of friends. Following a short engagement period, we were married the summer after graduating. 

That's when I started discovering that our marriage, particularly our sex life, was not all that I had hoped for. We were both virgins when we were married and the very infrequent sex we had after marriage was awkward at best. We did not make love. It was simply a mechanical act that lacked any kind of passion. It was always missionary position with me on top. Trisha was not at all interested in foreplay of any kind, oral, positions other than missionary, or any other kind of experimentation for that matter. I simply hopped on and did my thing while she lay there like a rag doll. 

As you can imagine, this became a great source of friction in our marriage. Through many arguments, I came to find out that the issue was much more than just inexperience of two virgins. It resulted from Trisha's parents' teachings about sex when she was growing up. They drilled it into her head from a very young age that sex was evil and its only purpose is for procreation. 

As she grew older, Trisha learned the truth that God intended sex for pleasure within marriage and that our bodies were made to be explored in many different ways together. Despite knowing better, she has never been able to escape from the emotional baggage imposed by her parents and our sex life remains rare and missionary to this day. I try to be understanding of her emotional damage but that does not make it any less frustrating.

Because of her parents' false and damaging teaching about sex, and several other situations where I have been severely screwed by holier-than-thou "religious" people, my personal faith has evolved over the years. I still have an intense faith and believe in the Bible. However, I have become much more disillusioned by formalized, "old-school" religion and am much more appreciative of "real" people of faith. By "real" I mean people that are trying to grow in their faith, acknowledge they are imperfect and do not put up false facades to hide that they are imperfect. 

Enough background about me for now...on with the story...

My life-changing journey began about 10 years ago when I was 28. My employer promoted me to be a Senior Architect in the firm. Unfortunately, the promotion required that I transfer to the firm's suburban Chicago office within 1 month. Trisha and I immediately put our house on the market and began looking for a new home near my new office. We quickly found a house in a new subdivision being constructed. It wasn't our dream home but it was a good value for the money and it was what we could afford at the time. 

I was not looking forward to moving but at least we did not have any kids and all the necessary items that come along with them yet. We put in an offer on the house, signed the closing paperwork, and moved in within 3 weeks. As a bonus, Trisha also found a new job at the local hospital during the same period of time. Much to the appreciation of my firm, we were 1 week ahead of schedule and I was working in the new office before the end of April. 

Trisha and I quickly settled into a daily routine and began to feel at home. Our new jobs were going well and we were anxious to establish some kind of social life in our new place. We began attending a local non-denominational Christian church and introduced ourselves to the few neighbors we had. Many of the houses, including the two on either side of ours, were still being constructed. As each house was completed, we did our best to meet the new neighbors. 

After a couple months, the house next door to ours was completed and I arrived home one Wednesday evening to see movers just finishing their work unloading a very large moving truck. Trisha and I agreed that we should give the new neighbors a couple days to get settled into their home before going over to introduce ourselves. 

The following Saturday we saw both their cars were in the driveway and thought we would go say hello. We walked next door and pushed the doorbell button. After a couple minutes without an answer, I pushed the button again and heard the pitter patter of children's feet. Still no answer. We guessed they must not be able to come to the door right now and decided to try again another time.

We tried several more times over the course of the next week. Each time with the same results as the first. One of the attempts was immediately after I hear the family's minivan pull in the driveway and car doors shut. Still the same result. No answer. "Very odd", I thought to myself.

Undeterred, I began to pay more attention to their schedule patterns in the hope of catching them as they arrived home. In my observations, I noticed that one of their cars, an older white Chevrolet Cavalier, rarely left the driveway. Conversely, the maroon Chrysler minivan came and went constantly. 

While working from home one day, I had my laptop and design drawings spread across the dining room table at the front of the house. I heard a car approach and looked out the front window to see the now familiar maroon minivan pull in the driveway and a lady begin unloading two boys and several shopping bags. I rolled my eyes and let out an audible groan of annoyance at what I saw. Our new neighbor was probably in her mid-20's and quite small in stature, probably not more than 5'-1" or 5'-2" tall. I guessed the boys to be around kindergarten and first grade. One was obviously a little older than the other but not by much. 

It was not the fact that there would be kids living next door that caused my displeasure. It was what they were all wearing. The boys were wearing school uniforms of blue dress pants and white button down shirts. Mom was wearing a dull blue color full-length dress that was quite oversized and frumpy looking. Her hair was pulled back into a bun and she wore chunky white shoes like nurses wore 20 years ago. This could only mean one thing...my new neighbors were ultra-conservative Christians. Probably just the kind of holier-than-thou religious people I had come to despise. Argh.

After a couple minutes, I managed to suppress my judgmental feelings and put my laptop aside. I exited the front door and walked across my lawn toward them. The boys saw me and immediately scurried into the house like they saw a ghost. Mom had her back to me as she unloaded the minivan. 

"Hi there neighbor!", I called out as continued walking across my lawn. 

Mom turned toward me with a surprisingly pleasant smile and said, "Well hi there neighbor. Nice to meet you!"

"Nice to meet you too. I'm Brad and my wife is Trisha. Unfortunately, she is at work right now. We have both been looking forward to meeting our new neighbors."

There was a brief awkward pause, then she responded, "My name is Rebecca. I apologize for not answering the door when you came over before. My husband, Jonathon, is quite shy and resists meeting people outside our church family."

Just as I thought. Because of my past experiences with some holier-than-thou people, I knew what Rebecca said was church-speak gobbly gook to politely say they are not supposed to socialize, or even speak, with "heathens" outside their church. That also explains why the boys raced in the house when they saw me.

But then she surprised me and continued to tell me about her family, "Jonathan works from home for a missionary organization that our church belongs to. Luke is in pre-kindergarten and little Jonathan is in kindergarten at Kane County Christian Academy."

"I stay at home and attempt to keep Jonathan and the boys happy", she said with a pleasant smile.

Rebecca's expression changed a little as she said, "It was nice to meet you. I better get this last bag of groceries in the house before the ice cream melts."

"Ok. Nice to meet you too neighbor. You know where to find us if you need anything", I replied and walked back toward my house as Rebecca closed the van door and headed into her garage.

I went back into the house and sat down with my laptop to continue my work. But for some reason, my mind drifted back to my short conversation with Rebecca. She said the words that indicated she shouldn't be talking to me but she continued telling me about her family with a pleasant smile and perky voice. These seemed to be signals that the short conversation wasn't just what she had to say to be polite. She seemed to want to talk. Not at all what I was expecting when I saw her frumpy dress and hair bun. Perplexing.

Over the next few weeks, I saw Jonathan outside a couple times. Pardon the stereotype description, but he is exactly what you would expect from an uptight church guy. Mid-20's in age, medium height, maybe 5'-6" or 5'-7" tall, extremely skinny, thick rim glasses with thick lenses, dress pants, dress shoes, button down shirt, and a generally mousy appearance. Even his walk lacked any type of confidence and made him appear as if he would run and hide under a rock at any moment. 

My initial impression was confirmed when I attempted to say hello to him on two separate occasions. The first time was the evening of the day I first met Rebecca. Jonathan came out of their house and apparently didn't realize I was outside weeding our front landscape bed. I saw him and as I started to stand up from my weeding said, "Hi Jonathan", loudly enough to be heard. He quickly looked down at the ground and scurried back into the house. I just shook my head and chuckled.

The second time was later that week. I was outside doing more yard work when he pulled into the drive in the white Cavalier. As he got out of the car, I again said "Hi Jonathan". Once again, he looked straight down at the ground and almost ran into the house. Very strange.

Maybe it is my outgoing personality or maybe it was a subconscious desire to break Jonathan from his "shy" religious snobbery but, as of that day, I made it my personal quest to get him to at least say hello to me.

Over the next months, short impromptu conversations with Rebecca and failed conversation attempts with Jonathan became the norm. Rebecca and I seemed to cross paths once every one or two weeks as we came and went about our daily routines. Our conversations usually lasted for 5 minutes or so as one of us worked outside or unloaded items from our cars. Despite her always dowdy looking oversized dresses, her personality was anything but dowdy. She was always upbeat and eager talk. I came to look forward to our little conversations.

Through these short conversations occurring over several months, I learned more about Rebecca and her family. They were heavily involved in their church and spent a great deal of time there. They went to services on Wednesday nights, Saturday nights, and spent the entire day there on Sundays. She and Jonathan were both from large families and hoped to have a large family themselves. 

In turn, I shared that Trisha and I were looking to start a family soon and I told Rebecca about my faith. I omitted my distain for "religious" type people. Jonathan clearly fit into that category but I didn't think of Rebecca that way. Although we didn't talk about anything real deep, she always seemed genuine and didn't have an uptight religious guard on. I never had a feeling that she was judging me in any way.

After 3 or 4 months of talking to Rebecca and being rejected by Jonathan, I was outside mowing the lawn when Rebecca, Jonathan, and family came home with a load of groceries. I stopped the lawn mower and walked over to say hello. The boys piled out of the van and quickly found their way to the house. Rebecca opened the rear hatch of the van and started to collect groceries as I said hello. Jonathan sat in the front passenger seat staring straight forward trying to avoid eye contact with me. Rebecca and I exchanged a couple short pleasantries and comments about the weather before I said, "Well, I better let you get those groceries in the house. Talk to you later."

I returned to my yard and started the mower. Only after I started the mower, Jonathan unlatched his seatbelt, stepped out of the van, and went in the house leaving Rebecca to unload all the groceries. Ridiculous.

I continued mowing the yard as Rebecca unloaded their van. When she was about finished, she walked toward me and signaled with her hand for me to shut the mower off. She had a serious look on her face that I had not seen before and said, "I'm sorry Jonathan acts the way he does. I appreciate that you are trying to engage him. He needs to get over his shyness." She said the "shyness" with a bit of a sneer in her voice and then continued, "It's not right that he limits his contact and our family's contact to only people in our church. As his wife, I do my best to honor his leadership but that doesn't mean I always agree with it. You are doing a good thing. Please don't stop trying."

She didn't give me a chance to respond and simply said, "I better go. Talk to you soon." before turning and walking back to the van for more grocery bags.

Our norm continued for the rest of the year. More short talks with Rebecca and more rejections from Jonathan. I really started to despise him. How could he be so rude to totally ignore a simple hello every time?

In late September, Rebecca saw me walking out to the mailbox and came bounding over with a huge smile on her face. In stark contrast to her dull dress, her face was absolutely beaming. She quickly announced, "I'm pregnant!"

"Congratulations! That's great!", I said. I paused for a second and said, "Can you keep a secret?"

"Yes."

"I'm not supposed to say anything yet, but we just found out 3 weeks ago that Trisha is pregnant. I guess the neighborhood will be growing!"

"Wow. Congratulations to you too!", Rebecca said before her expression changed and she lost her happy glow.

It was easy to sense that she was disappointed and I suddenly realized that I stole her moment. "I'm sorry. This was your special announcement. I shouldn't have told you about Trisha just now."

"NO! I'm so excited for you! It's not that. It just makes me sad that we have a great neighbor and I already know that Jonathan will never allow our kids to play together."

I wasn't sure what to say. Rebecca was right. There were a lot of kids in the neighborhood and I had never noticed Luke or little Jonathan ever playing with the other kids. In fact, I had never noticed them playing outside other than in their privacy fenced backyard.

I just said, "Don't worry. I'll keep working on him."

Rebecca's expression changed again and a smile spread across her face.

A couple more months passed. Cold weather came and winter spread across the Chicagoland area. We were all hibernating inside away from the bitter cold temperatures and I saw less of Rebecca and Jonathan. The first measurable snowfall of the year came in mid November. A quick storm came through on a Saturday and dumped about 6" of heavy, wet snow. I slept in a little and then decided to head outside to clear the snow. I fired up the snowblower and started to work. As I neared Jonathan and Rebecca's house I noticed she and the kids were shuffling their way out to the still snow-covered minivan. Jonathan's white Cavalier was gone. He had shoveled a path to his own car door but left his pregnant wife's van still covered and surrounded by snow. Jerk.

I yelled her name and motioned for her and the boys to step back into the garage. I ran the snowblower up the driveway once and asked if they were in a hurry.

"No, not really."

"Give me your keys. Why don't you and the boys stay warm inside while I warm up the van and clear the driveway?"

"Really? You would do that?" 

I just gave her a look and she handed over the van keys. She took the boys inside and I saw her watching out the front window. I started the van and cleared snow off its hood and windows. Then I started the snowblower back up and quickly cleared the driveway and sidewalks of snow. 

Rebecca came out just as I finished and was walking up to the garage to let her know the van was ready to go. She looked at me and I saw her eyes were red as if she was going to cry. To my surprise, she reached out and gave me a quick little hug. She then stepped back and said, "That may be the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me."

I chuckled and said, "I think that's the pregnancy hormones talking! All I did was start your van and clear a little snow!"

"Despite what our church family thinks, Jonathan and I don't have a perfect marriage. I know you can see that. You just showed me more thoughtfulness than I've received in years. Thank you."

"No marriage is perfect. Trisha and I certainly have our own set of issues. I'm in no position to make any judgments."

"Hmmm. That's a refreshing mindset! Well, I better get the boys to church. Talk to you soon?"

"I look forward to it.", I said as I started the snowblower to go finish my own sidewalk and driveway. 

Rebecca's comment stuck in my mind and I thought more about it as I finished clearing snow from my own sidewalks. Jonathan did leave a lot of the family burden to Rebecca. She did all the shopping. I never saw Jonathan come home with a car full of bags. From past conversations, I knew she did all the cooking and cleaning. She did all the pickup, drop-off, and general running around with the boys. She took care of the yard work in the summer and probably would have been doing the snow shoveling if she wasn't pregnant. Come to think of it, he almost treats her like a servant. He really was a jerk.

Over the next months, I did the best I could to help Rebecca out where I could do so without making issues with Jonathan. I cleared their driveway and sidewalks whenever it snowed. If it was slick out, I retrieved their mail. Just little things like that. 

Trisha noticed and was supportive of me helping out. It scored me some bonus points with her and I noticed we were having more of my favorite home cooked meals. Unfortunately, the bonus points didn't translate into more sex. That area of my life was still a desert. I was well fed though.

The pattern of small conversations with Rebecca, helping out where I could, rejection by Jonathan, and well-cooked meals by Trisha continued on for several years without notable change. During that period, Rebecca and Trisha both gave birth to healthy baby girls. Rebecca and Jonathan proceeded to add one more girl and one more boy for a total of 5 children. Trisha and I had another girl for a total of two. After our second child, Trisha started working the evening shift at the hospital so we wouldn't have to put the girls in daycare. It was another strain on our relationship but we were willing to make the sacrifice for the girls.

During those years, I really looked forward to the impromptu conversations with Rebecca. Not for the subject matter. They weren't about anything significant. Usually just about the kids doing this or that. It was her personality and friendly smile that I looked forward to. My initial superficial judgment of her was so very wrong when I saw her that first time after they moved in next door. 


Faith, Friendship, and Passion Ch. 02



Background: Please read the first installment titled Faith, Friendship, and Passion before reading Chapter 2. Chapter 2 will have a lot more meaning if you do!

Courtesy Notice: After some rather strong reactions to Chapter 1, I feel compelled to advise everyone that this story is about two married people being unfaithful. If you have a strong aversion to this topic, please consider not reading any of the chapters in this story. Thank you.

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Rather than continue her thought and explain what she meant by "a few ideas," Rebecca just let the statement hang out there. I'm not sure if it was her intent or not but for the next week my mind was consumed with what her ideas might be. It had been 3 weeks since our first and only intimate time together and I desperately wanted more. The euphoria of being so emotionally and physically entwined was something I had never experienced before. I loved my wife, Trisha, but due to her intimacy issues, we never had the kind of connection and passion that I found with Rebecca. 

I knew the relationship with Rebecca was wrong on many levels. I was betraying God, my wife, and myself. However, I couldn't control my desire to be with Rebecca. Although the sex we experienced was beyond incredible during our weekend together, I was really addicted to Rebecca emotionally. She filled an ever-widening void that had opened in my life as Trisha and I began growing apart several years ago.

By now, it was early October. Leaves were beginning to turn colors, cornstalks and colorful mums were beginning to appear on porches, and the neighborhood was beginning to get into the spirit of fall. My two daughters and I had just returned home from a Saturday morning trip to the local apple orchard while Trisha slept after her Friday evening shift at the hospital. When we pulled into our driveway, I saw Rebecca was outside pulling out remains of her summer flowers and raking up the few leaves that had begun to fall. Although still terribly dreadful, her long frumpy blue jean dress seemed more appropriate now than it did in the heat of summer. At the same time, I also noticed that Jonathan's well-worn Chevy Cavalier was not in the driveway. 

As soon as I stopped the car, the girls hopped out and ran into the backyard to play. I took the ½ bushel of apples we picked and carried them into the house. I grabbed a couple apples and headed over to chat with Rebecca for a few minutes while the girls played outside. She was kneeling with her back to me while she pulled old flowers from pots on her porch. 

"Is it time for a break?" I said as I crossed the lawn toward her. 

Rebecca stood up when she heard my voice and displayed a huge smile when she turned her head to look at me.

"Care for a freshly picked apple?"

"Sure!" she responded in her usual bubbly tone of voice.

I tossed her the apple as we walked into her garage and eased into the two lawn chairs that had been home to so many of our talks together. I took a bite of my apple and sarcastically said, "Where's Jonathan? You should put him to work raking leaves."

We both knew there is no way Jonathan would ever rake leaves. In all the years Trish and I had lived next door to Rebecca and Jonathan, I had never witnessed Jonathan do any kind of household chore. Rebecca did all the yard work, cooking, laundry, child taxi service, etc. In fact, on many occasions, I saw Jonathan go out of his way to avoid helping her out. After a family shopping trip, it was not uncommon to see him and the kids go in the house empty handed while Rebecca struggled to carry in armloads of shopping bags.

Rebecca rolled her eyes and chuckled before explaining, "He is at church preparing for the service tonight. We will meet him there later."

"Can I ask you a question?" I said before I took another bite of apple.

Rebecca was mid-bite when I asked the question and she answered, "Sure" with a full mouth and apple juice running down her chin. She giggled in response to her messy answer as she wiped her chin with her hand.

I said, "It's not right how Jonathan treats you. Have you talked to him about it?"

Rebecca had told me on several occasions that she feels more like a servant than a wife. 

"I've tried but it's like talking to a brick wall. He just quotes Ephesians 5 and says it is my responsibility to submit myself to him."

She continued, "That's what he says but it's more complicated than that." 

Rebecca looked at the floor of the garage with a forlorn expression as she spoke.

I made a weak play on words in an attempt to lighter her mood and said, "An apple for your thoughts."

Rebecca was not fazed and slowly started talking, "Jonathan is blinded by religion...blinded by our church. I was too. I never liked how he treated me but I always accepted it as the way things were supposed to be. Our church teaches that the man is the head of the household and is responsible for the spiritual teaching of the family. The woman is responsible to support her husband and submit to him. In other words, the wife is supposed to do all the work while her husband studies the Bible and is involved in the church. Beyond that, a family's status in the church is largely defined by how well the husband and wife fulfill those roles. A large, picture perfect family is a big influence in status because it shows that the man can spiritually lead his family and the woman can submit to her husband by bearing children and caring for the household."

She continued with a depressed tone voice very different from her natural bubbly personality, "Now that I'm starting to understand the difference between faith and religion, I see how dumb all that is. I can't believe I bought into it all my life. I feel like a fool...and taken advantage of. Now my whole life is based on a lie."

She paused and looked up for just a second before looking back down at the garage floor. She was on the verge of tears and her eyes were red and puffy.

We sat without speaking for a couple minutes. I really felt for her but honestly had no idea what to say. I reached out and took her hand in mine as we sat in somber silence.

After a few more minutes, I asked, "Have I ever told you about the church I grew up in?"

Rebecca wiped the corner of her eye with her fingertip as she said, "No."

"It was a very conservative, small town Baptist church with families that had been members there for generations. My family was one of the few newcomers that attended there. I think my parents felt at home there because they both grew up in small town Baptist churches. Now that I look back on it, the church was the picture of dysfunction. There was constant infighting about things as dumb as the color of a bulletin board or who sat where in the pews."

"What really confounded me though was the church's ministry to neighborhood kids. The church had a small gymnasium that was opened up to neighborhood children one evening each week. Kids were invited in to play provided they sat through a short bible study at the beginning of the open gym time. Over the entrance to the gym hung a huge sign that read, 'NO Smoking, NO Swearing, NO Drugs, NO Food, NO Drinks' and about 10 other NO's. That sign really bothered me. It was the attitude of the church painted on plywood. The church wasn't about showing God's love and telling about the positive story of Christ. It was all about following a bunch of legalistic rules like God was some cosmic killjoy ready to strike you down."

I gave Rebecca's had a little squeeze and asked, "You know what I learned from that little church?"

She laid her head on my shoulder and said, "I'm listening."

"I learned that we're all broken people. We're all sinful and have faults. Myself very much included in that statement." 

I squeezed her hand again and continued, "I also learned not to confuse my faith with other people's religion. It is a long story that I can tell you more about another time, but I was betrayed very badly by some people in that small Baptist church. I know you are probably feeling devastated and confused right now. I know I felt that way. I also know from experience that it will take you a long time to sort out your feelings about faith, religion, and the people in your life. Please just remember two things. First, remember that true faith, true love will safely guide you through the sins of religion. Second, remember that I am here for you."

Rebecca lifted our intertwined hands to her lips and kissed the back of my hand. We sat side by side in silence until her youngest child poked her head out the house door to ask when they had to leave for church.

Rebecca looked at her watch and said, "Not until later this afternoon. It is lunchtime though. Go back in the house and I'll be inside in a minute to make you all something to eat."

With that, the house door closed and I could hear little feet skipping into the kitchen. Through teary eyes, Rebecca gave me a deeply appreciative look, kissed me on the cheek, and quietly said, "Thank you."

I gave her a kiss on the cheek and returned home. Trisha was beginning to stir when I walked upstairs to check on her. Having just listened to Rebecca, I began to think about how religion had impacted my marriage with Trisha. My blood pressure began to rise and I started feeling some of my old emotions again. I gave a good speech about faith and love to Rebecca but recovery is clearly a long process. I quickly discovered that my own anger toward religion is still just under the surface. 

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The next few weeks were uneventful. I went about my normal routine and had opportunities for short impromptu conversations with Rebecca a couple times a week. We talked about surface things like what our kids were doing and what our families had planned for the weekend. But we also found ourselves beginning to talk about deeper subjects on a pretty regular basis. Rebecca talked more about Jonathan, her church, and her evolving view of religion and faith. 

Over the course of several conversations, Rebecca asked enough questions about my relationship with Trisha for my feelings to start flowing out of my mouth. I told her a lot of details about our relationship...both emotional and sexual. I also confided in Rebecca about my internal battle of feelings for both her and for Trisha. I loved Trisha and had always taken my commitment to her seriously. However, I found myself having real feelings for Rebecca. Some days I wanted nothing more than to spend time with Rebecca and to enjoy each other's bodies again. Other days I felt tremendous guilt for even thinking of Rebecca let alone what we already did together. 

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The short, serious talks over trashcans and bags of groceries continued through October and into November. On the Monday before Thanksgiving, I woke up feeling a little under the weather. I shrugged it off and went to work. I felt worse and worse as the day went on. By mid-afternoon, I found myself in a daze just idly staring at my computer screen. I didn't have head congestion or an upset stomach but my entire body ached and I felt totally exhausted. On top of that, I was going through alternating phases of shivering and sweating. Something wasn't right.

After sitting uselessly at my desk for a half hour, I decided it was pointless and packed up some work to take home. In hindsight, I should have never drove home. Luckily, my office was only a few miles from home. I battled the whole way just to keep my eyes open. 

Once home, I made it just far enough in the house to crash on the living room sofa. I think I fell asleep instantly. Trisha must have called into work and stayed home to watch the kids because, the next thing I knew, I woke up and it was Tuesday morning. Trisha was fixing the girls breakfast and getting them off to school. 

When I woke up, Trisha looked at me and stated, "I made a doctor appointment for 10 o'clock. I'll take the girls to school then will be back to pick you up."

Trisha knew I wouldn't go to the doctor unless she made the appointment and forced me to go. I'm a stereotypical guy that never goes to see a doctor. I prefer to just take a little over-the-counter medicine and suffer through knowing that my body will recover from a cold in a few days. However, this time was different. I must have looked horrible as I slept because Trisha seemed to think this was more than just a simple cold. 

True to her word, Trisha dropped the girls off at school and stopped back by the house to pick me up. I had managed to shed my work clothes that I slept in overnight and change into a fresh set of clothes while she was gone. That simple task thoroughly exhausted me and I fell asleep on the way to the doctor's office. 

Once there, Trisha woke me up and helped me into the waiting room. I sat there concentrating on staying awake while she filled out the substantial stack of paperwork. On a sidebar, I really don't understand why there is a stack of paperwork to fill out every time I go to the doctor. The guy is my regular doctor and has my records and insurance information on file. Why is there a big stack every time? Anyway, I digress.

I must have really looked bad. While Trisha was filling out the paperwork, one of the medical assistants came into the waiting room and quickly insisted I take a wheelchair ride to one of the exam rooms. I refused and said I would walk. She rolled her eyes but allowed me to walk.

Once in the exam room, the nurse poked and prodded for a while before the doctor came in the room. He ordered blood work and a chest x-ray. They took me to the x-ray room first and took about four or five shots of my chest from different angles. The medical assistant then took me into the phlebotomy room to do my blood draw. That's where things got interesting.

It started out normally. I sat in a blood draw chair that had one of those extended swiveling armrests. The tech put the rubber tube around my bicep and swabbed my arm. She then prepared the needle and 3 glass vials to fill. No big deal. I give blood to the Red Cross regularly and walk out the door immediately. The rest period and free food they suggest afterward is for wusses.

Well, not the same this time. The tech stuck the needle in my arm and on the second vial I started to feel a little lightheaded. She pulled the vial off and looked up at me. I must have looked bad. She started yelling, "Stat! Stat! Stat!" The next thing I remember is lying on the floor with three techs and nurses surrounding me. One was shoving a packet of smelling salts in my face.

That little stunt earned me an ambulance ride to the local hospital. While waiting for the ambulance, the doctor informed me that he looked at the x-rays and I had a pretty serious case of pneumonia. He was going to give orders for me to go to the hospital for IV antibiotics anyway. The fainting spell just earned me a ride.

Trisha followed the ambulance to the hospital and then joined me in the ER. The staff hooked me up to an IV and started running fluids while they waited for the antibiotic orders from a doctor. They said it is fairly common for pneumonia patients to be severely dehydrated and that I definitely was.

Once I was settled in, Trisha left to pick the girls up from school. Shortly thereafter, the ER staff switched my IV fluid bag for one that contained some pretty heavy-duty antibiotics. 

Eventually, the ER doctor stopped by and said he would like to admit me overnight. I protested and he eventually agreed to let me go home on three conditions. The first that they put another bag of IV antibiotic in me before I leave. The second that I take some jelly bean size antibiotic pills exactly as directed...two pills every 6 hours for 10 days. The third that I come back to the hospital immediately if I start to feel even slightly worse. He stressed over and over again that pneumonia has killed many healthy people in the prime of their life and it is not something to mess around with. I got the scare tactic and agreed to his conditions for my release.

I pulled out my cell phone and called Trisha to let her know the plan. It would still be a little while before I finished a second IV bag and before the hospital processed all the necessary paperwork so I suggested she and the girls have some dinner before coming to get me. 

I still felt terrible but the fluids were definitely helping. 

I was happy to see Trisha and the girls walk around the corner of my curtained ER bed space. The girls gave me hugs and presented me with Get Well cards they made from paper placemats from the restaurant where they ate dinner. I know its just a little silly thing but their sense of compassion really touched me. I still have those folded placemats in a drawer by my bed. Just the opposite of compassion, the kind act also made my mind flash to the passion I had shared with Rebecca and I was suddenly overcome by guilt. 

My wife and kids were here to love me and care for me when I needed them. If they only knew how I had betrayed them.

After about a half hour, the ER doctor stopped by to give Trisha some care instructions and say I was free to go. He also firmly reminded me of his conditions for my release from his prison. 

A medical assistant helped me into a wheelchair and gave me the hospital's mandatory ride to the exit door. He loaded me into the car and gave the girls little plastic stethoscopes. Kind of funny...hospital souvenirs? Trisha drove home as the girls pretended they were checking their heartbeats.

Just like last night, I only made it far enough in the house to crash on the sofa. I woke up mid-morning on Wednesday. I had slept for 14 hours except for the two times Trisha woke me up to take my pills. I still felt exhausted. 

The next day was Thanksgiving and we were supposed to go to Trisha's parents for the holiday weekend. Trisha wanted to call to cancel but I insisted she and the girls should go. I argued I could take care of myself and her mom had already started cooking and baking in anticipation of us coming. And since bacterial pneumonia can be contagious, it was good for them to not be around me for a few days. Trisha finally acquiesced after a half hour discussion on the matter. 

I was genuinely disappointed I wouldn't be going along. As much as I despised her parents for the false teachings they gave Trisha about sex, I had to admit, her mom knew what she was doing in the kitchen. I had never truly experienced Thanksgiving until I married Trisha and I discovered her mom's cooking. The turkey was always juicy and perfect. The stuffing, potatoes, gravy, and plethora of other side dishes were always deliciously perfect. But perhaps the best part of the holiday was the never-ending supply of freshly baked, homemade dinner rolls. She smothers them in warm butter and they are nothing short of incredible. Oh, how I wished I could go!

Trisha spent about an hour packing bags for her and the girls and then another half hour prepping the house for me as I sat on the sofa. She lined up an assortment of medicine, snacks, books, the television remote control, and other items she thought I might want on the end table next to me. Then she plugged in the charger for my iPhone and set the phone alarm to go off every 6 hours as a medicine reminder...and to wake me up if I was sleeping. Next came a glass of ice water and a couple spare blankets. 

After Trisha loaded her car, I overheard her in the kitchen talking on the phone. I didn't catch who she was talking to but I could hear her describing the past couple days and my currently ill state. She then asked if whoever was on the other end of the line could check in on me once or twice a day. The person must have agreed. Trisha expressed her genuine appreciation and hung up the phone.

A couple minutes later, Trisha and the girls came in the living room to say goodbye. They all gave me hugs and then Trisha said, "Take care of yourself. Don't over do it and try to do something stupid. Just rest and get better. I talked to Rebecca next door. She will check in with you once or twice a day to see if you need anything."




Faith, Friendship, and Passion Ch. 02



I simply said, "Ok," but inside, my head was swirling with guilt and excitement. Guilt because my wife just asked the lady I cheated on her with to take care of me. Excitement because I would get to see Rebecca...and not because I was hoping for sex. I still felt horrible and I wasn't even remotely interested. Rebecca had become a very close friend over the past year and I relished any opportunity to spend time with her. Trisha and the girls headed out the door and my mental anguish about Rebecca quickly faded away as I drifted off to sleep again.

A couple hours after Trisha and the girls left, I was startled awake by my cell phone alarm she had set as a medicine reminder. I opened up the prescription bottle and took out two pills. I was about ready to reach for the glass of water Trisha left for me when I heard the front door latch turn. I startled a little before I heard Rebecca's voice call out, "Brad? It's me. Are you awake?"

"I'm in the living room."

I heard her footsteps approaching. As she entered the room, she said, "Trisha gave me a key before she left. How are you?"

"I'm ok. Thanks for checking on me."

Rebecca saw the two pills I was about to take in my hand. Without asking, she took the glass from the end table and said, "Let me get you some fresh water."

I watched as she walked away from me toward the kitchen. Her dark blue, heavy polyester dress audibly swished as her legs moved underneath the long, barn-like fabric. She dumped the old water into the kitchen sink, and then filled the glass with new ice and water from the refrigerator dispenser. Rebecca gave a little smile as she walked back toward me with the fresh glass of water.

She handed me the glass and I took the two pills in my hand. "Thank you," I said after I swallowed.

"What else do you need?"

"I'm fine. I think I have everything right here within reach." I smiled and pointed to the large assortment of items Trisha had put on the end table.

"Ok," she said as she straightened the blankets that covered me and tucked the excess around my legs. "I need to go do some cooking for Thanksgiving tomorrow. We have some family coming over. I'll check in on you again later tonight."

"Ok. Thanks."

Rebecca briefly stroked my shoulder with her hand as an unspoken gesture that she cared then walked out of the room and toward the front door. I heard the door open and then latch closed. 

I turned ESPN on the television and promptly fell asleep again. I awoke about an hour later feeling incredibly hot and discovered I was drenched in sweat. I kicked the blankets that covered me off to the floor and stripped down to my boxer shorts in an attempt to cool down. I took the glass of now room temperature water off the end table and quickly downed it. Over the next hour, I remained awake but in some kind of half conscious state. I could hear the sports commentators on television but I had no idea what they were talking about. 

Eventually, I drifted off to sleep for another hour or so. This time I was shivering when I awoke and my teeth were chattering like it was below zero in the house. It was a contradiction amongst my senses. While I could feel my body was shivering like it was cold, my eyes saw beads of sweat covering my skin like I was in a sauna. 

I reached down to retrieve the blankets that I had kicked on the floor earlier. I covered myself with those and then did the same with the whole stack of extra blankets that Trisha had left for me. I must have had 6 or 8 blankets over me after I was finished and yet I was still shivering. 

Over the next half hour, I gradually shed the blankets layer by layer as I started to feel warmer. Eventually, I found myself without any blankets and still burning up. 

This ruthless cycle of hot and cold was my new reality. I still felt exhausted and desperately wanted to sleep but was too uncomfortable to do so. Rebecca gave me temporary distraction from the discomfort at around 8pm when she called my cell phone to ask how I was doing and to remind me to take my medicine. The alarm Trisha had set on my phone started vibrating in my hand as I was talking to Rebecca.

I told her I was fine although I could do without the never-ending cycle of hot and cold. Rebecca said she was just finishing up a few preparations for their family Thanksgiving and then would be over in about an hour to check on me in person. I protested saying I would be fine but I could tell she wasn't going to take no for an answer. I simply said, "See you soon," and hung up the phone.

I was in the midst of a hot spell when I heard the front door open and Rebecca say, "Hello? Are you awake?"

"Yes. Just holding down the sofa to make sure no one steals it." I responded in a slow, exhausted voice.

I was seated in a slouched position at one end of the sofa and had my feet propped up on the coffee table that resides in front of the sofa. All the blankets that provided warmth during my cold spells were scattered around me on the floor and sofa. I was now laying there half conscious in only my boxer shorts.

Rebecca walked in the living room and immediately scolded me, "Brad! You are not 'fine'! Look at yourself! You're sweating to death!"

She immediately went into nurse mode. She grabbed my empty water glass from the end table and walked to the kitchen as fast as her stride-limiting long dress would allow. Within a matter of seconds, a fresh glass of ice water found its way into my hand. 

After passing off the full glass of water, Rebecca spun around and swiftly walked back to the kitchen. I noticed her feet were bare. She must have removed her shoes at the front door when she came in the house.

The cold water tasted good. I took several small sips and swished the refreshing water around my mouth in an attempt to overcome the cottonmouth feel that comes with being sick. As I did, Rebecca was frantically opening and closing kitchen cabinets in search of something. After going through about 6 or 8 of the lower cabinets, I heard rattling of pans and then saw her stand up holding a large mixing bowl. She placed the bowl in the sink and began filling it with water. 

While the bowl was filling, Rebecca nearly ran through the living room toward the staircase upstairs. She shot up the stairs and, in a few minutes, returned down with a short stack of towels in her hands. On her way back through the living room, she tossed the towels onto the coffee table in front of the sofa and continued back into the kitchen. I heard the faucet turn off before Rebecca appeared in the living room cautiously carrying the large mixing bowl full of water. She set it on the coffee table next to the towels and then pushed all my discarded blankets out of the way.

Rebecca stepped around the coffee table and stood next to where I was seated. She reached down and pulled up the bottom of her oversized, frumpy dress enough that she could position herself the way she wanted on the sofa. She planted her right knee on the sofa and then sat down facing me so her right ankle and foot was folded underneath her left thigh. Her left leg hung off the front edge of the sofa.

After she was settled, Rebecca reached over and selected a small hand towel from the stack on the coffee table. She dipped the towel into the bowl of water and then squeezed the excess water out of it. Starting on my forehead, she gently cleansed the beads of sweat from my skin. Her petite hands lovingly ran the moist towel over my face and neck. She pulled the towel away and rinsed it in the bowl of water. After wringing out the excess water, she placed the towel on my chest and slowly worked from my collarbones out toward my arms. 

The cool, damp towel felt so good on my hot skin. I closed my eyes and continued in my semi-conscious state focusing only on the relief Rebecca provided. My only awareness was the slow, loving motions her hands made with the cool towel. First over my upper chest, then arms, then the sides of my torso, then my stomach. The tender touches on each portion of my body were briefly separated by the sound of Rebecca rinsing and wringing the towel in the bowl of water.

After finishing my upper body, I could feel Rebecca shift her position on the sofa. The next thing I felt was the towel slowly moving from the top of my foot up my shin. She carefully covered the top and back of my legs up to the bottom of my boxer shorts. Her hand then guided the towel down to my left knee and began to slowly cleanse my inner thigh. I opened my legs slightly to facilitate her movements. To my surprise, she did not stop when she reached the bottom of my boxer shorts. Her hand guided the towel beneath the leg of my shorts and brought cool relief to my upper leg. I then felt her towel covered hand over my flaccid penis. She wiped its length and rolled it between her towel-covered fingers before moving down to cup my balls with the cool towel. 

Under normal circumstances, my cock would respond to Rebecca's touch but this was different. Although she was touching me, it somehow didn't feel sexual. It felt very loving and caring...but not sexual. 

When she was finished beneath my boxers, Rebecca dipped another small towel in the cool water then neatly folded it into a long narrow strip. She laid the folded towel on my forehead and gently pressed it into place. 

Still with my eyes closed, I felt her stand up from the sofa and then heard water being dumped into the kitchen sink. I was now in a completely different state than I was before Rebecca's arrival. Not only had she cooled my physical hot spell, her soft and compassionate motions had completely eased all forms of tension in my mind and body. 

Pneumonia is an amazing illness. With the inflammation caused by the Pneumonia, my lungs just couldn't get enough oxygen to supply my body when awake. No matter how much I slept I was still exhausted. The several hours before Rebecca's arrival were my longest period of being awake since I left early from work on Tuesday afternoon. With the combination of being awake for a few hours and Rebecca's relaxing caresses, I drifted off to sleep before she even returned from the kitchen.

******

I awoke at 2am to my cell phone ringing and found it within an arms length on the coffee table. It was Rebecca reminding me to take my antibiotic pills. I looked over to the coffee table to see a full glass of water and two pills. I also realized that I was lying fully on the sofa rather than sitting with my legs propped on the coffee table like I was when I fell asleep. I was now covered with a blanket and the alarm on my cell phone had been turned off. 

I suddenly felt closer to Rebecca than I ever have before. In the midst of preparing Thanksgiving for her family, she was selflessly looking after me. She had taken it upon herself to care for me. This was not the "checking in once or twice a day" that Trisha had asked of her. Rebecca turned off my cell phone alarm and personally took over the six-hour reminders. And beyond that, she was lovingly anticipating my every need. 

My thoughts were filled with her for the next hour. While I thought of how our friendship had grown over the past years, it also dawned on me that I had slept for 6 hours and been awake for a seventh hour without having any hot or cold spells. Rebecca's towel bath must have relaxed me enough to break the cycle. I wondered if it was coincidence or if she knew it would help. I noted in my mind to ask her the next time she came over. Eventually, I drifted to sleep again as wonderful thoughts of Rebecca consumed my mind.

My next pill reminder wake up call was at 8am on Thanksgiving Day. I could tell from the banging of pans and other kitchen noises that Rebecca was well into preparing Thanksgiving dinner. I told her not to worry about me and enjoy the day with her extended family.

I flipped on the television and watched ESPN Game Day. After listening to some of the commentator's build up hype, I started looking forward to seeing the Lions game. They actually had a chance of winning. I hoped I could stay awake long enough to see some of it!

After a couple hours of watching ESPN, my eyelids started becoming heavy again and I dozed off for a little while. I woke up on my own around 1pm...just in time to see the beginning of the game. Perfect!

While watching the game, my mouth started getting dry but my glass on the end table was empty. I thought about it for a minute and decided to go to the kitchen for a refill. If I actually stood up, it would be the first time I had been off the sofa in almost 48 hours. I thought to myself, "I must still be dehydrated. I haven't peed in two days!"

I scooted to the edge of the sofa and slowly stood up. I wobbled a little before attaining a steady balance. I then successfully walked to the kitchen and returned with a fresh glass of ice water. I know it sounds ridiculous but it felt like a huge victory at the time.

I realized I was starting to feel better as I watched the game. The antibiotics must have been starting to work. I'm sure all the sleep helped too!

Just a few minutes before 2pm, I heard the front door open and then shut. Rebecca walked into the living room carrying an aluminum foil covered plate. She smiled broadly and jokingly said, "So you can't stay awake when I'm here but you can for a football game!?"

"Um, sorry about that. I think I'm starting to feel a little better now."

Holding up my fresh glass of ice water, I continued, "Look. I even got up and walked to the kitchen."

Rebecca laughed as she kicked off her shoes by the coffee table and said, "What's next? Mt. Everest?"

"I was saving my energy to move to the arm chair later this afternoon...but maybe I'll do Everest instead. Good idea."

She changed subjects as she set the plate down on the end table. "When was the last time you ate something? You must be hungry."

"I am. I just haven't been awake long enough to eat anything!"

Rebecca turned away from me and her bare feet carried her toward the front door. I heard a slight clank over the sound of the football game. After a few seconds, Rebecca returned to the living room with a wooden tray that had short foldable legs beneath it. She motioned for me to sit up straight, adjusted the blanket that was over me, and then set the tray over my lap. Her petite hands picked up the plate from the coffee table, removed the aluminum foil, and set before me a plate mounded high with Thanksgiving dinner bounty. It looked incredible!

I surveyed the plate hungrily while Rebecca went to the kitchen to retrieve some silverware. Turkey... ham... mashed potatoes... gravy... sweet potatoes... stuffing... cranberry salad... green beans... croissants... and more! It was all there! A Thanksgiving Day dream!

Rebecca came back into the living room to deliver the silverware. I looked her in the eyes sincerely and said, "Thank you, Rebecca. I think I underestimated this Pneumonia thing when I insisted Trisha take the girls to her parents' house. I really appreciate all you've done for me the past couple days."

"Are you kidding? After all you've done for me over the years, do you think I would let you sit over here and suffer?"

"Well, thank you anyway. It really means a lot to me."

Rebecca bent over me and gently kissed my forehead. She then walked around the coffee table to where she had left her shoes. As she slipped them back on, she said, "I better go. My family is still here. I told them I would only be gone for a minute to give you a plate of food. Depending on when they leave, I'll call you or come over later."

"Ok." I gave her a smile as she turned to walk toward the front door. 

I then turned my attention to the bounty that lay before me. It smelled incredible! I tried the mashed potatoes and gravy first then the turkey and stuffing. It didn't hold a candle to my mother's Thanksgiving dinner but, admittedly, that is an unreachable standard to meet. In spite of my unreasonable expectations, the food was very good. I wondered if Rebecca made it all or if her family brought some of the dishes.

I enjoyed the feel and taste of food again. Especially a special dinner like this. After barely touching the mounding plate of food, my appetite quickly faded. I could only eat about a quarter of what Rebecca had brought. Partially because she had heaped so much on the plate and partially because I just couldn't eat much after my illness imposed fasting.

I set aside the wooden tray of food and settled back into the sofa to watch more of the Lions game. Between exhaustion from sickness and sleepiness that comes after Thanksgiving dinner, chances of me staying awake were slim. I remember seeing a few more plays of the game before I slipped into a turkey-induced slumber. 

I slept for a couple hours then awoke when I felt pressure in my bladder. I must have been getting over the dehydration. After thinking about it for a minute or two, I made my second venture off the sofa in as many days. I made it successfully to the main level half-bath and back to the sofa again.

Over the next 12 hours, I alternated watching television and taking catnaps. The routine was broken only by Rebecca's medicine reminder phone calls at 8pm and 2am. During the 8 o'clock call, I thanked her for the dinner plate and waxed about how good it was. 

During the call, I noticed Rebecca's voice was different than usual. She was not her usual bubbly self and instead had a slow downtrodden drawl. I assumed she was just tired from working in the kitchen and entertaining guests all day...not to mention taking care of me 24/7. She said the last of her family had just left and there was lot of cleaning to do in the kitchen. Although she wanted to come over, it would be best to stay and clean up. I told her I was feeling much better and to not worry about me. 

Her voice sounded the same on the 2am call but I didn't think much of it since it was the middle of the night.

Although still far from normal, I was feeling better and better as the hours passed. By Friday morning, I felt well enough to start moving around the house some more. I started gathering up some of the trash that had accumulated around me over the last couple days on the sofa. As I did, I caught a whiff of myself. I stunk! I thought about it and realized I hadn't had a shower in three days.

With the motivation to not be offended by my own odor anymore, I headed upstairs to the master bathroom. I reached through the opened glass shower door to turn on the water, stripped off my boxers, and then stepped through the door and into the steaming water. It felt so good! 

After washing thoroughly to remove my stench, I just stood there enjoying the steamy water and lost all concept of time. At one point, I looked at my hands and saw my fingers were pruney from being in the water so long. I figured that was a sign I had been in there long enough and turned the water off. I grabbed a towel, dried off, and stepped out of the shower to see my old pair of boxers replaced with a fresh pair of boxers and a clean t-shirt on the bathroom counter.

I immediately knew Rebecca was at work taking care of me again. I was surprised I didn't hear her come in the bathroom. 

I brushed my teeth, applied some deodorant, and slipped on the boxers and t-shirt she had left for me before heading down the stairs.

When I entered the living room, I found my station on the sofa had been cleaned up and all the blankets I had been using were gone. "Rebecca?" I called.

She poked her head out of the laundry room attached to the kitchen. "Hi, take your medicine." she said softly then disappeared back through the doorway. 

I looked at the clock and saw it was 8:15am. "Did you try to call at 8:00? I'm sorry, I was in the shower but I guess you know that now."

She responded in a flat tone of voice, "It's ok. I wanted to come over anyway."




Faith, Friendship, and Passion Ch. 02



I walked into the kitchen and saw her loading all my dirty clothes and blankets into the washing machine. She threw the last blanket in, closed the door, and pushed the start button. 

"You don't have to do that. I'm feeling well enough to take care of it."

"I want to do it." Rebecca said coldly as she walked past me into the kitchen. She turned on the kitchen faucet and started rinsing my dirty dishes before loading them into the dishwasher.

"Please Rebecca, I can clean things up."

She looked at me firmly and answered, "I said I want to do it."

Confused, I sat at the bar height kitchen counter across from where she was working and attempted to take in what I saw. She was wearing another one of her oversized, frumpy dresses. This particular one was made of a heavy light blue fabric that didn't look very soft or comfortable. I guessed it was probably some kind of polyester and cotton blend. It had a square, boxy neckline and bunched, ruffled short sleeves. Rebecca had taken her shoes off when she came in the house and, with bare feet, the ankle length dress nearly touched the floor. It's a good thing Rebecca was naturally beautiful because the dress certainly wasn't designed to be attractive. 

Her motions didn't match her normal gentle manner. She was roughly scrubbing the dishes and banging them into the sink and dishwasher rack. It didn't take a genius to figure out she was pissed.

After a couple minutes of watching, I spoke up to say, "I'm really sorry I didn't answer the phone. I should have looked at the clock before I got in the shower."

Rebecca angrily threw the dish brush she was using into the sink and burst out in tears. "It's not you." she managed to get out between her tearful staggered breaths.

I stood up and walked around the bar counter. I put my hands on her shoulders, turned her toward me, and took her in my arms. She withered into me as her body convulsed with her weeping. 

I just stood there and held her. Eventually, the tears slowed and her body regained some of its strength. With one arm still wrapped around her, I led Rebecca into the living room and over to sit on the sofa. As soon as we were seated, she leaned over and buried her face into my chest.

I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the top of her head as she gently sobbed. I sensed she wasn't ready to talk so I did my best to comfort her in my embrace. We must have sat in silence for 15 or 20 minutes. 

After she stopped sobbing, I asked, "Want to talk? If not, I understand." 

Rebecca didn't respond and we sat in silence for a few more minutes. She then took her face out of my chest and turned her head so that her ear was against my chest. 

Without looking up at me, she began to speak softly, "Jonathan and I had an argument last night. It was brewing all day but came to a head last night after my family left. I didn't like that he was ordering me around all day like I was hired help serving a meal. He didn't like me helping you out while you are sick or bringing you a plate of food yesterday."

She continued, "I don't like being bossed around but I can deal with that. It really made me mad that he didn't want me helping you. Actually, it's not that he doesn't want me helping you. It's that he doesn't want me associating with people outside our church. He knows how much you help me with chores around our house and he doesn't like that either."

I interrupted her, "I want to help you but it's not worth it if it's making life miserable for you."

Rebecca quietly answered, "I like it that you help me but that's not what is important. I like that you care for me. I like that you talk WITH me rather than AT me. Jonathan makes it hard to love him. You make...it..."

Her voice trailed off and she fell silent. It wasn't hard to figure out where she was going with that sentence and suddenly there was a nervous tension between us. We both knew we cared for each other but the word "love" had never been used.

Rebecca quickly took a step backward in the conversation and continued, "I'm tired of all the legalistic religious rules and traditions. I'm tired of being treated like a servant. I'm tired of being limited to who I can talk to."

An angry tone was building in her voice as she continued, "I'm tired of my children not being able to play with kids in the neighborhood. I'm tired of superficial friendships with all the 'picture perfect' families in the church."

Rebecca stood up and stepped to the far side of the coffee table as her anger continued to build, "I'm tired of being bound up in this legalistic clothing."

I stared in shock as she reached down and grabbed the lower part of her oversized dress. Without breaking the rhythm of her monologue, she lifted the dress and angrily peeled off over her head. She threw it across the room and continued uninterrupted, "I'm tired of being bound into some fake idea of what God wants. I'm tired of being bound into a fake life with fake religion!"

She burst out in tears again and collapsed back into my arms as I sat on the couch. I found myself holding a nearly naked lady in my embrace. With her dress now on the floor, Rebecca now wore only a pair of white cotton bikini style panties and a very thin white cotton eyelet bra. Before she buckled into me, I couldn't help but notice how wonderful her womanly hips and heart shaped ass looked in the form fitting panties. I also noticed that the shadows of her areolas and nipples were clearly visible through the thin perforated bra. Wow.

I just held her in silence until her sobbing slowed. I then ventured to ask, "Does he know you are over here now?"

"No, he took the kids to a church Thanksgiving celebration. They will be there until after dinner tonight. I didn't sleep at all after our fight last night so I told him I was too tired to go to church. I'm sure that will cause some rumors among the church wives!"

"He thinks I'm tired because I had to clean the kitchen last night. That is partially true but the reason I couldn't sleep was because I was thinking about how to get out of this religious prison. Now that I think about it, the church wife rumors will probably be justified."

I chuckled a little and said, "True, we are sitting here in our underwear."

Rebecca jokingly tugged at my boxers and said, "We could fix that."

I tugged at her bra clasp and answered, "If I wasn't so exhausted, I would do something about that comment." I didn't intend for it to happen but the clasp sprung open when I tugged on it. Rebecca just giggled and didn't make any move to fix it.

We sat in silence for a few more minutes with her head on my chest. Although for different reasons, we were both tired. Our breathing slowed and our eyelids became heavy. 

I slouched down on the sofa a little to prop my feet up on the end table. Rebecca also started to reposition. When she moved, her unclasped bra slipped off her shoulder. Rather than fix it, she just removed it and tossed it on the floor before lying down on her side with her back to me. She rested her head on my hip and kind of hugged my thigh with her arms. I grabbed a blanket that was still folded on the back of the sofa and spread it out over her gorgeous body.

As I saw her lying there in front of me, I was overcome with emotion and impulsively spoke, "You started to say something earlier. I know what it was and I understand how you feel. I feel the same way. I know this is wrong in every way but my heart tells me different. I have no idea what the future holds but I want you to know I love you."

I interlocked fingers with her hand that was on top of my thigh and lifted it to place a kiss on the back of her hand. Rebecca exhaled a large sigh of relief and answered, "I love you too." She rotated her head slightly and kissed the top of my thigh.

As we both drifted off to sleep, thoughts of where all this may lead swirled through my head. I tried to focus on possible results that didn't involve destroying our families.

We slept soundly for several hours. Rebecca came to consciousness before I did. When I did awake, it was to the feeling of Rebecca's petite hand sliding up my inner thigh beneath the baggy leg of my boxer shorts. She was still lying just as she was when she fell asleep...on her side facing away from me with her head resting on my hip. Her left arm reached under my leg and her forearm was elbow deep beneath my boxers. She cupped my low hanging balls in her hand and lifted them as though she was estimating their weight. After a minute or so, she then started gently rolling them between her slender fingers. What a way to wake up!

Rebecca shifted her hand as she played in order to explore my sack from different angles. When she rotated her hand up to feel where by sack met my body, I could feel my flaccid penis being supported by the back of her hand. Somehow, that simple touch flipped a switch in my body and I suddenly became hyper aware of the erotic moment. I could feel the weight of my limp cock hanging over her hand. I was acutely aware of every swinging motion my balls made as she shifted her hand. I could feel the contrast of her soft fingertips and hard nails as they brushed against me. The eroticism was exquisite!

I laid there in silence and watched as her hand move beneath the fabric of my boxers. Rebecca moved her attention from my balls and began softly tracing her fingertips up and down the length of hanging cock. As if she was tired of the hassle, she suddenly withdrew her arm from under my boxers and instead reached through the front opening. She fished around for a couple seconds and pulled my cock out through the opening. Once out, it was within a few inches of her face.

Rebecca wrapped petite fingers around the soft shaft and started very slow and short stroking motions. Every once in a while she would pull it toward her face and rub my head or shaft on her cheek. Her motions were rather relaxed and seemed to lack the intent of getting me excited. It seemed she just enjoyed the feel and sight of my parts. I know I enjoyed hers.

With that thought, I made my first movement since I had awakened to Rebecca playing with me. I lifted my left hand and pulled back the blanket that covered her nearly naked body. 

Rebecca rolled her head to back to look up at me and said, "Hello sleepyhead." 

"Hi," I said in return as I placed my hand on the side of her narrow waist just above her hip. Her torso twisted when she turned to look up at me and presented a perfect opportunity for my hand to explore up her ribcage toward her breast. My hand quickly found it and I began kneading the soft, milky flesh with my fingers. It wasn't long before I felt her nipple hardening against my palm. 

Rebecca rolled her head back to its original position to face away from me. She angled my shaft toward her face and gently kissed the head of my soft cock before releasing it and sitting up on the sofa.

"It's almost 2:00. Time for your medicine." she said as she stood up. Rebecca walked into the kitchen wearing only her white cotton panties.

My eyes followed her every move. Her perfect womanly, heart-shaped ass delicately swayed as she walked. Its shape was the perfect contrast to her petite waist and toned legs. She filled a glass with water and walked back toward me. I stared just as much as when she was walking away from me. Her flat stomach accentuated her pear shaped breasts. Even though the B-cups sagged a little from motherhood, her nipples still pointed slightly upward and the soft flesh had just the perfect amount of jiggle as she walked.

"Your body is absolutely incredible. I wish I was feeling better." I said.

Rebecca gave shot me a knowing smile and said, "Why?"

"Let's just say I don't have the energy to do what I want to right now."

She handed me my pills and glass of water and then headed back out to the kitchen. Again, my eyes followed her gorgeous body the whole way. She pulled a couple aluminum foil plates out of the refrigerator and spoke across the living room, "I brought some Thanksgiving leftovers if you are hungry."

"Sounds great!"

Rebecca spent 15 or 20 minutes in the kitchen re-heating the leftovers and then delivered the feast to the living room. She sat in an armchair next to the sofa while we ate. She was still wearing only her panties. I think I stared at her the entire time we ate. She truly was a natural beauty. 

After we ate, Rebecca cleaned up the dishes and then we sat on the sofa in each other's arms for another hour. My cell phone rang as we sat there. It was Trisha calling to ask how I was doing just like she had done once each day. I told her I still wasn't back to normal but was feeling much better. 

Trisha asked if Rebecca had been over to check on me yet today. I said, "Yes, actually she is here right now." Trisha sounded grateful and asked me to pass her thanks along to Rebecca. Before hanging up, Trisha said she and the kids would be home by the following afternoon, a day earlier than planned. They were appreciative of me allowing them to go to Thanksgiving but felt guilty for leaving me alone while I was sick. 

After I hung up, Rebecca and I sat together and chatted about meaningless stuff for another half hour. She looked at the clock and said, "I better go. Jonathan and the kids will be home in a little while."

I nodded my head and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

She stood up and began collecting her bra, dress, and shoes. She set all the items on the coffee table and stood before me as she put her bra and dress back on. As she was slipping her dress on over her head, she said, "Thank you for listening to me this morning. I'm sorry I lashed out like that."

"Don't be sorry. That's what a real relationship is about. I'm glad you felt comfortable enough with me to share your feelings. It means a lot to me."

Rebecca had a look of indecision on her face before she responded, "I love you, Brad. I wish I could stay."

"I know you need to go. I love you too."

Rebecca blew me a kiss and walked home. I had really enjoyed her company and our conversations during the day. My heart felt emptiness as she walked out the front door. I really did love her.

Rebecca continued her medicine reminder calls that night and Saturday morning until Trisha and the kids returned home. After a couple medicine cycles without Rebecca's reminders or visits, the emptiness I felt for her deepened. I was confused. My beautiful wife was here with me but yet my heart was longing after another.

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In some ways, my life returned to normal over the next few days. My body was kicking the Pneumonia and my energy returned. I went back to work and renewed my daily routine. However, my emotions were far from normal. I vacillated on what seemed like an hourly basis between devotion to Trisha and love for Rebecca. I was conflicted between my marriage vows and the rediscovered feelings of love that I had been missing for years.

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By mid-December, Chicagoland received its first measurable snowfall of the winter. The storm began with a period of freezing rain that created a thin layer of ice on everything. The freezing rain was then followed with 3" of heavy, wet snow. The weight of the ice and snow resulted in a lot of broken branches, downed trees, and broken power lines around the area. By morning, the power was out in most of our suburb and all the local schools had cancelled classes. 

By 9:00am, the snow had stopped and the house was beginning to get chilly without power to run the furnace. I bundled up and went outside to start the house generator. Once it was started and the furnace was running, I turned my attention to clearing the driveway and sidewalks of snow. My thoughts drifted to Rebecca and Jonathan as I walked the snowblower up and down the driveway. The snow made me think about how Jonathan expected Rebecca to do all the household chores including snow removal. My anger toward Jonathan's "religion" steadily grew as I continued pushing the snowblower and thinking.

I finished our driveway and was just about ready to go begin clearing Jonathan and Rebecca's when I saw their garage door open. His white Cavalier and her maroon Town & Country were parked in the driveway and covered with snow. I paused as I watched Jonathan shovel a narrow footpath to his car. He discarded the shovel by leaning it against Rebecca's minivan and then brushed the snow off his car onto the driveway. My anger boiled over and I couldn't hold back any longer.

I shut off the snowblower and left it sitting on the sidewalk. I walked swiftly toward Jonathan. He saw me coming and practically dove into his car in an attempt to avoid talking to me. His action only succeeded in pissing me off more.

He had started the car and was about to begin backing out of the driveway when I knocked loudly on the driver's door window. He looked down into his lap hoping that would somehow make me go away. Instead, I opened the driver's door and very firmly said, "Get out."

Jonathan sat there in the seat still looking down into his lap. I repeated myself more loudly, "Get out!"

He sensed my resolve and obeyed. Jonathan stood beside the car and looked down at the ground. At that instant, I decided if he was going to act like a little boy, I was going to treat him that way.

"Look at me." I said. He continued looking at the ground.

"Look at me!" I repeated very loudly. It actually came out of my mouth with more volume than I intended. I glanced around to see if other neighbors were outside. There was one other guy a few houses down but he was running a snowblower and couldn't have heard me. As my eyes returned to Jonathan, I caught a glimpse of Rebecca peering out the corner of their front window. I would have preferred to not do this in front of her but, at this point, I didn't care.

When my attention focused back on Jonathan, he lifted his chin to look at me. I looked him directly in the eyes and unleashed, "You can ignore me all you want. I don't care. What I do care about is the way you treat your wife like a servant. You and I both know you just did the minimum possible to get what YOU wanted and then left everything else for Rebecca to shovel. That's beyond inconsiderate. That's going out of your way to make work for her. You do the same thing when you walk into the house empty handed after a shopping trip and leave her to carry in loads of bags. Jackass."

I continued, "I'm not sure what your Bible says but mine tells me to love my wife the way Christ loved His church."

A cringe went through my body as I said that. I had fell in love with Rebecca and hadn't been treating my own wife the way God intended. What a hypocrite. 

Despite my internal recoil, I continued without pause, "I seriously doubt Christ's intent was to love His church by treating its followers as slaves. Actually, evidence is just the opposite. He humbled Himself to serve the most undesirable among them."

I was on a roll and still giving Jonathan a death stare. "You know, there is a difference between 'religion' and 'faith'. What I see in your life has nothing to do with Biblical faith. It has everything to do with arbitrary, legalistic religion and it's killing your wife."

By this point, Jonathan was shaking like a leaf. I'm not sure if it was from fear of me or from anger about what I said. Honestly, I didn't really care which it was. 

If possible, I intensified my angry stare even more and finished my speech by saying, "I suggest you do some thinking about that." I reached over and grabbed the shovel Jonathan had discarded against Rebecca's minivan. I pushed it into his chest and firmly said, "And I suggest you think about it while you humble yourself."

Jonathan raised a shaking hand to grasp the shovel handle. I released it and walked away. As I did, I saw the curtains in their front window flutter shut. I went back to my snowblower and put it away in the garage as skinny, lanky Jonathan struggled to shovel the heavy, wet snow from their driveway.




Faith, Friendship, and Passion Ch. 02



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Power was restored and most of the snow was melted by the next morning. Schools were open and the community's life resumed. However, I had the good fortune of working from home. My office was in one of the few small areas of town that still didn't have power restored.

After the girls were off to school and Trisha was asleep after her evening shift at the hospital, I set up my laptop in the dining room and unrolled architectural drawings across the table. I was well into my work when I noticed Rebecca pull back into her driveway after dropping their kids off at their Christian school. 

I glanced up to see her get out of her minivan then put my head down and recommitted myself to my work. Fifteen or twenty minutes later my cell phone rang. I saw on the caller ID that it was Rebecca and was suddenly struck with possible repercussions for my lecture to Jonathan yesterday.

I hesitantly answered the phone, "Good morning."

Rebecca responded abruptly, "I saw you are home. Jonathan is gone. I need you to come over here right now. The front door is unlocked."

"Ok. Be there in a minute."

Scenarios of horror flashed though my head. Did Jonathan leave her? Did he take out his anger on her? Did he do something to her? Was he crazy enough to physically hurt her?

I quickly slipped on a pair of shoes, threw on a jacket, and ran out the front door toward Rebecca's house. I paused for a moment to take a deep breath before heading up the steps to her front porch. After slowly exhaling, I climbed the steps and opened the front door. I called out, "Where are you? Are you ok?" as I stepped through the front door and slipped off my shoes.

Rebecca's distant voice answered, "I'm upstairs. Come up."

I quickly shed my jacket and followed the entry foyer staircase upstairs looking at country-kitschy Bible verse laden wall decorations as I went. My fears of Rebecca's safety were relieved when I reached the top of the stairs and saw Rebecca standing in the hallway wearing a very thin, very sheer, very short babydoll lingerie dress...and nothing else. She was an incredible sight. Her silky medium-brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail and fully displayed the natural beauty of her petite facial features. The transparent material of the dress only served as an alluring veil to her naked body beneath. The thin lace shoulder straps lay delicately over her shoulders and held sheer lace in place over her slightly sagging, pear shaped B-cups. Her darker pink and hardened nipples were clearly visible and created little tents in the lace. A satin ribbon just under her breasts served as a high waistband from which the bottom half of the dress flowed. The flared, transparent bottom half of the dress ended in a thin lace hem just over the curves of her hips. It was so short that Rebecca's neatly trimmed pussy was clearly visible under the dress as I came up the stairs.

Rebecca padded slowly toward me in her bare feet. I stood there admiring her in silence for a few moments before saying, "You scared me. I thought something was wrong."

Rebecca closed the distance between us and as we embraced she said, "That's why I love you. You are always thinking about me and caring for me. Just like you were yesterday when you confronted Jonathan. Thank you."

"I'm sorr..." I started before Rebecca put a hand over my mouth to stop me. "We'll talk about that later. Right now I need you to make love to me. I need you inside me."

I took the hint and leaned forward to kiss her. Our lips met and set off an explosion of passion. Our open mouths frantically sought deeper and deeper kisses as our tongues intertwined. Rebecca's hands quickly found my belt and began unfastening the clasp in order to reach the button on the top of my dress pants. One of my hands pulled on her ponytail to angle her mouth upward toward mine. My other hand slid beneath the bottom hem of her dress and back upward to knead her milky soft breast.

Rebecca succeeded in unfastening my belt, top pants button and zipper. She then roughly tugged at my pants and boxers until my half-hard cock sprung free and slapped against her stomach. She gave my pants and boxers a couple more tugs until they dropped all the way to the floor. Rebecca then turned her attention to my cock. Her petite hands and thin fingers wrapped around it and began roughly tugging on it just like she had on my pants. I intuitively matched her forcefulness and pulled firmly on her ponytail with one hand while pulling on a nipple with the other.

This was a whole new experience for us. Our first carnal weekend together was slow, tender, and loving. This time we simply needed each other. The love and deep emotions developing between us over the past weeks had transformed into pure and urgent lust.

Our breathing became ragged as our tongues continued to explore each other's mouths. My hand under her babydoll dress gave her nipple one more twist before sliding down her stomach and between her legs. The soft stubble of her neatly trimmed pubic hair alerted my fingers that they had reached their destination. I stopped my hand's southward movement when I felt the stubble centered on the palm of my hand. My fingers then curled downward between Rebecca's thighs to cup her already swollen folds. My middle finger rested along the length of her crease and pushed firmly into her. 

At that moment, Rebecca stopped kissing and held her still open mouth motionless as her body shuddered with a burgeoning orgasm. After a few seconds, juices of her excitement flowed generously into my hand and began dripping down the inside of her legs. After a short period of self-enjoyment, Rebecca renewed her attention to me and her paused hands continued stroking my now hard cock. Out of breath, she said, "Come here. I need this inside me."

She held on to my steely hard rod and guided me to a room at the end of the hallway. Strangely, I remember walking past more wall decorations and wondering to myself if everything in this house had a Bible verse on it. Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against Scripture. I just could have gone without seeing it at the moment an incredibly beautiful woman was leading me by my cock toward the site of our coming fornication. I did my best to block it out.

Eventually, we passed through the doorway threshold at the end of the hallway and I realized Rebecca was taking me into her and Jonathan's bedroom. Also filled with tacky Scripture covered decorations. However, the surroundings quickly faded away when Rebecca let go of my cock and my eyes followed her swaying heart shaped ass as she walked toward the tall king size bed.

I quickly unbuttoned and shed my shirt as she walked away from me. Rebecca stopped when she reached the bed but didn't climb on the bed or turn to face me. Between Rebecca's petite stature and the very tall bed, the mattress top was about the same height as her waist. She simply pressed the front of her thighs against the side of the mattress and then folded her upper body down onto the bed. In doing so, the short babydoll dress pulled up to completely expose her beautiful backside.

Rebecca looked back toward me with her one cheek pressed against the mattress. "I've always dreamt of using this tall bed like this. Take me!"

Now completely nude, I took a step toward her and gazed at Rebecca's toned legs and motherly hips as I walked. She spread her legs slightly and revealed her swollen outer lips opening like petals of a flower. They were covered with her moisture that glistened as drips trailed down her inner thighs. It amazed me how easily she had an orgasm from just a little kissing and groping. What was Jonathan doing, or not doing, that she had gone all those married years without ever having one?

I stood behind her and placed my hands on the sides of her hips. I nestled the length of my cock against the crack of her ass and leaned against her. Rebecca let out an audible moan of anticipation as I pulled her hips back into me. I let go of her hips and leaned back. As I retreated, the tip of my cock slid down her ass cheeks leaving a trail of pre-cum as it inched downward toward her pussy. 

I put my left hand on the small of her back and used my right hand to rub my now purple and swollen head up and down her slick opening. Once I was seated at her entrance, I moved my right hand up and grasped the sides of her thin waist with both hands. I pushed her waist down into the mattress as I pushed forward with my hips. The feeling of entering her once again was incredible. 

Rebecca's body was stimulated and ready for me. My swollen head parted her inner lips and entered her tunnel. The wetness and warmth that enveloped me was nearly enough to put me over the edge. The experience was too much for Rebecca. A second small orgasm began to roll through her body as I pushed into her. She grasped the duvet with her hands, let out small squeals of pleasure, and attempted to arch her back as I held her waist down. Her orgasm intensified as I continued pushing into her from behind. She shook in small spasms and her sweet, musky smell began to permeate the air. 

With the product of her orgasm, she was wet enough that I could continue pushing my length into her without using multiple strokes. Her tunnel gripped my cock firmly but the plentiful lubrication allowed her to receive my persistent push. I sustained my pressure until I could feel myself bottoming out inside her. I then pulled back and began an urgent stroking rhythm that kept Rebecca yelping in pleasure.

Her calls only served as encouragement and I began roughly pounding in and out of her with the full length of my shaft. Each time I bottomed out inside her, the force of the motion caused her supple ass to jiggle and my swinging balls to slap audibly against her clit. Those erotic sights, sounds, and smells will forever by etched in my memory.

Once I established a good rhythm, I released my hold on her thin waist and reached forward to grab her ponytail. I used it to pull her upper body up off the bed toward me. Rebecca intuitively stripped the babydoll off over her head and my hands reached around to hold her breasts as I continued to pound into her.

After a couple minutes, I paused and motioned for Rebecca to climb up on the bed. She did and took up a position on all fours. She clearly liked it from behind! 

I followed her up onto the bed and plunged my cock back into her pussy. Now that she was on all fours with her babydoll removed, Rebecca's hanging breasts swayed violently with our motions. I reached beneath her and roughly squeezed them up against her chest for a moment. Before releasing them, I took her nipples between my fingers and pulled on them firmly to which Rebecca let out a squeal of pleasure.

I continued pounding her roughly and moved my hands up to pull her hips into me with each stroke. This repeated for several minutes until I felt an approaching orgasm of my own. In an effort to last longer, I stopped my pounding and held motionless inside Rebecca's warm tunnel. Luckily, a brief second of stillness was enough to reset my building climax because Rebecca wasn't willing to accept my need to pause. Instead, she became the aggressor and roughly pushed backward to impale herself on my rod over and over again until her body began to convulse with an orgasm more intense than those that came before. She collapsed face down on the bed and released cries of pleasure into the mattress. I resumed roughly hammering into her in an effort to lengthen her orgasm.

I could feel the walls of her pussy contracting against my cock as her orgasm grew. The feeling was too much and I could feel my own orgasm building deep inside my balls. It only took a few more strokes before I joined Rebecca in the pleasure of release. I felt my first pressurized jet of cum racing up my shaft and splashing against the back walls of her pussy. Rebecca felt it too and her pussy intuitively responded by rhythmically milking my cock with each stroke. I repeatedly deposited load after load of cum deep inside her before collapsing on top of her. I then rolled off of her onto my side and we both lay there trying to catch our breath.

After a few minutes, Rebecca spoke while looking up at the ceiling, "That was incredible. I feel so wanted and desired when you take me like that."

"You are definitely wanted and desired. I don't think you understand how unbelievably beautiful and sexy you are."

Rebecca's eyes began to water. "No one has ever said that to me."

I kissed her forehead and she said, "I love you, Brad."

"I love you too."

We both rolled onto our sides to face each other and began softly kissing. I reached up and held her cheek in my palm as our kissing moved from soft pecks to more solid kisses. We kissed lovingly for several minutes and looked into each other's eyes the way new lovers do. Then I started to move downward and left a slow trail of wet kisses down Rebecca's neck and onto her collarbone. As I did, Rebecca moved her top leg forward and began rubbing her thigh against my now flaccid penis. It was a thrill to feel her toned muscles and soft skin moving against my cock and balls. Within a few moments, I could feel blood starting to return to that region.

My kisses paused on her collarbones for just a moment then followed the gentle valley between them downward. I moved my hands up to cover her breasts while my mouth moved toward them. Her hard nipples pressed into my palms were an incredible contrast to the milky soft masses of her breasts that flowed easily to conform to the manipulations of my hands. 

When my face drew closer, I cupped the underside of her breast and lifted it to present the upward pointing nipple to my mouth. I kissed in a circle around her dark pink areola before pressing my tongue firmly on top of its erect center. Rebecca's nipples were about twice the width and length of a pencil eraser but seemed much larger when judging with my tongue. I alternated between kissing her nipple and swirling my tongue around it.

Rebecca began breathing heavier and the stroking of her thigh on my inflating cock became more firm and purposeful. I responded by strongly sucking her nipple into my mouth and pressing it between the roof of my mouth and my tongue. 

Rebecca only let me enjoy suckling her breasts for a couple minutes before pushing me away onto my back. She then swung her leg over me followed quickly by her torso. This resulted in her straddling me with my cock trapped between my stomach and her dripping pussy. She put her hands palms down on my chest and started grinding her opening up and down the length of my cock as it lay on my stomach. It was visual overload for me. If I looked up, I saw an expression of pleasured ecstasy on Rebecca's face as she gasped for breath. If I looked in the middle, her breasts were swinging vigorously with her repetitive motions. If I looked down, I could see her swollen outer lips parted on either side of my cock as she moved back and forth on its length. They pulled and stretched with her movements and left a glistening coating of her juices on my shaft.

After a few moments, I could feel Rebecca's fingers curling against my chest and the pace of her grinding hips increased. She pushed on my chest and arched her head backward as a small orgasm overtook her. I put my hands on her hips and held her against me as her body went through a series of mild convulsions.

When Rebecca came back down to earth, she immediately shifted her hips back and reached down to wrap her hand around my juice-covered shaft. She gave it a couple quick tugs as if to make sure I was completely hard. Apparently satisfied, she pointed it straight upward and rose to squat on the balls of her feet. She positioned her opening over my tip and then plunged downward with all her weight. The result was completely impaling herself with my cock in one fluid motion.

Using the spring of the bed to her advantage, she bounced up and down on the length of my shaft. At the top of her rhythm, I could feel my head nearly escape from her warm tunnel. At the bottom of her stroke, I could feel her soaked outer lips pressed against my pubic bone at the base of my cock. 

After a few minutes, Rebecca's legs tired and she dropped from the balls of her feet onto her knees. I raised my arms up to the sides of her torso and pulled her down to lay on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her and our mouths and tongues intertwined in passion. I could feel her soft breasts flattened between us and her hard nipples drilling into my chest. I held her upper body firmly in place and began slowly rocking my hips to repeatedly move a couple inches back and forth inside her. With each stroke, Rebecca moaned into my mouth as we kissed. I took that as encouragement and began thrusting more forcefully with each stroke. We stopped kissing and her open mouth merely covered mine. Her moans were replaced with short yelps of pleasure as I buried my cock into her with each thrust. I could feel a combination of her lubrication and my pre-cum coating my rod and running in trails down over my hanging balls.

Soon, Rebecca felt urgency and released herself from my embrace. She raised onto her knees and began furiously bouncing up and down on my rod. Soon, I saw the look of an impending orgasm on her face. Her eyes were closed, mouth open sucking in gasps of air, and head arched backward again. Within a couple more motions, the walls of her vagina started to contract and her entire body began shaking uncontrollably while she continued to bounce. I quickly felt my balls tightening and the coming rush of my own orgasm. Rebecca was rapidly becoming more unrestrained in her passion and she let out a call of pleasure with each injection of my cum into her womb.

Our cycle of vocalized releases continued for six or eight bursts of cum and another three or five humps after I had run dry. Rebecca's body collapsed down onto my chest and lay there as we both attempted to catch our breath. After a few minutes, I had shrunk enough that my member slipped out of her pussy and was followed by a steady flow of our lubrication and cum. 

Rebecca gave me a couple quick kisses and said, "Don't move. I'll be right back."

She lifted herself off me and cupped a hand under her pussy as she climbed off the bed. I let out an audible chuckle as she waddled toward the master bathroom with her hand cupped between her legs. Rebecca giggled and said, "I guess I didn't have everything planned as well as I thought I did. I have some laundry and cleaning to do now!"

Rebecca spent a minute in the bathroom, presumably cleaning herself up a little, and then returned nude with a wet washcloth. She adoringly wiped my cock, balls, and inner thighs clean of our love fluids and then teasingly pushed me out of the way to wipe the worst of it off the bed duvet. 

I broke the carefree mood of the morning by asking, "Is Jonathan coming home?"

She looked at the clock and said, "In about an hour. You should get home before Trisha wakes up and I should get things in the laundry before he gets here."

"You might want to light a couple candles too. It smells like sex in here!" I laughed.

"Ha, he wouldn't know what this smell is. We've never had passionate enough sex to create it."

I started to gather clothes from the bedroom and hallway. I was turning sleeves and pant legs right side out when I decided I needed to apologize for my behavior the day before. "Rebecca, I was out of line for confronting Jonathan yesterday. I may have opinions about his religion and how he acts but it's not my place to but into your relationship. I'm sorry and I hope it didn't cause repercussions for you."

I slipped on my boxers as Rebecca sat on the corner of the bed for a brief moment before speaking. I pushed my arms through the sleeves of my dress shirt and was fastening buttons when she said, "Don't be sorry. He's been a Pharisaical jerk for years and deserved it. I've always thought about how I would call him out on it but have never been strong enough to do it. Actually, the speech I've rehearsed in my head a thousand times is a lot like what you said."




Faith, Friendship, and Passion Ch. 02



"Well, I hope what I did doesn't cause you problems." I said as I bent over to pick up my pants.

Rebecca stood up and walked toward me as she said, "I guess I'll find out in coming days but it might have actually done some good. He was pretty quiet and reflective last night."

She had reached me by the time she finished those two sentences. She took my pants from my hands and let them drop to the floor. She pressed her naked body against me, wrapped her arms around my torso, and buried her face in my chest.

After a minute, Rebecca turned her head enough to say, "I love that you did that. I love that you care about me enough to do that."

Before I could say anything in response, her embrace slid down my body until she was on her knees before me. She reached her hand in the front opening of my boxers and pulled out my soft penis.

Rebecca looked up at me and said, "I love you, Brad." before fully sucking my limp member into her mouth. She held it in her mouth and swirled her tongue around the soft head and shaft. Her hand slid under the leg of my boxer shorts to find my low-hanging balls. She massaged them between her fingers and then gently ran the tips of her fingernails beneath my sack. 

Although I didn't think it possible after our repeated sex that morning, my cock was quickly expanding from her stimulation. Soon, I was hard enough that Rebecca began bobbing her head on my cock. She applied some suction each time she pulled backwards which served to stretch the last bits of elasticity out of my member. With each stroke, she was able to contain less and less of it in her warm mouth. 

Once she was satisfied that I was rock hard, Rebecca put her hands on the back of my thighs and began pulling me into each of her head bobs. After every few shallow strokes where the underside of my cock glided on her tongue, she pushed her tongue to the bottom of her mouth and attempted to take me a little deeper. Eventually, she took me deep enough that she gagged herself and I could feel her mouth vibrate with the instinctive reaction. 

I put my hands on the back of her head, not to force her to go deeper, but just because I wanted to feel her hair and movements in my hands. Rebecca began moving with more urgency. She didn't move any faster but increased the amount of suction she applied and pushed me more firmly into the back of her mouth when she took me deeply. We were both amateurs when it came to giving and receiving oral but it felt glorious to me. Whatever her skill level, it felt great.

She put me over the edge when she took my cock deep and held it there while she pulled downward on my ball sack. I cried out my warning, "I'm cumming!" Rebecca kept downward pressure on my ball sack, backed off my shaft a little, and began sucking strongly on my head. 

I attempted to hold back for a second then gave up and released violently. Although I didn't have a lot of volume left, it still erupted with tremendous force into Rebecca's throat as I bucked my hips. After my rearing slowed, she pulled off my cock and swallowed my seed. She then licked the last few drops off my raging purple head and swallowed again before saying, "You can return the favor next time. You better go."

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Final Chapter 3 to come if everyone is enjoying the series....



Faith, Friendship, and Passion Ch. 03



Background: Please read the first two installments before reading Chapter 3. Chapter 3 will have a lot more meaning if you do!

Courtesy Notice: After some rather strong reactions to Chapter 1 and 2, I feel compelled to advise everyone that this story is about two married people being unfaithful. If you have a strong aversion to this topic, please consider not reading any of the chapters in this story. Thank you.

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After our intense mid-December daytime romp, the next couple weeks passed uneventfully. Rebecca and I were limited to neighborly greetings and couple-minute long, shallow conversations as we saw each other coming and going from home. As superficial as they were, I longed for any interaction with her, no matter how short. 

It was now two days before Christmas and the forecast was calling for a few inches of snow on Christmas Eve. Like seemingly every other man in town, I was at the mall wandering aimlessly among the disheveled remains of the shopping season trying to find the gifts I wanted for my loved ones. Miraculously, I had already checked off my list of gifts I planned for Trisha and the girls but I didn't feel finished. I wandered the crowded hallways in a mental fog. I wanted to give Rebecca something but didn't know if I should. Even if I did, what would be appropriate? It couldn't be too expensive or over-the-top. I didn't want her to feel awkward about the gift. Something sexy would be fun but I didn't want her to get the impression I was only interested in sex. I really cared for her deeply. On top of that dilemma, it couldn't be something Jonathan would see and question. 

After about an hour of wandering countless stores unsuccessfully, I gave up on the mall and decided to try our suburb's downtown area. I thought I might have better luck finding something in the little boutique shops that populate downtown. I packed the family gifts away in the trunk and drove ten minutes to a downtown parking deck. Once parked and walking toward the elevator, I was so deep in thought about Rebecca's gift that I nearly walked in front of a car leaving the deck.

I was parked on the 7th floor. My elevator ride down stopped on the 5th floor and a group of four thirty-something women joined me for the ride down. Obviously on a girls'-day-out, the descending metal box was filled with exuberant voices and laughter. The elevator stopped abruptly at street level and the five of us piled out of the opening door. The four women continued their cackles as they passed through the parking structure lobby and out onto the sidewalk. I was the last out of the elevator and followed several paces behind the boisterous group.

I turned south down Main Street and peered into the shop windows as I slowly strolled down the sidewalk. I noticed the four women that were in the elevator enter a store further down the block. I passed the first few shops realizing I probably wouldn't find anything appropriate in the specialty food store, haberdashery, or women's shoe store. It was after I passed an organic cosmetics shop that I realized where the girls'-day-out group went. Five storefronts away from the parking deck lobby was a high-end spa. It hit me immediately. The spa was the perfect gift! Rebecca would feel pampered, special, and loved. There also wouldn't be a physical object that Jonathan would find suspicious. 

I opened the door and stepped into a sleek, modern reception area. Several hosts stood behind a black marble and glass counter. All smiled broadly at me as I entered. A tall blonde greeted me, introduced herself as Alena, and asked if I was interested in a Christmas gift-certificate package. I must have looked as out of place as I felt. 

Alena patiently explained several spa treatment packages while I looked at the treatment "menu" with glazed eyes. I had never heard of half the treatments and had no idea what Rebecca would like. I settled on the "Unlimited" package. It included 6 hours of any treatments Rebecca would care to choose. Selections of hors d'oeuvres and champagne cocktails were complimentary. The 6 hours could be used in one appointment or divided into two separate 3-hour appointments. I then remembered the group of women on the girls'-day-out and figured Rebecca would want to enjoy the spa with a friend rather than come alone. 

Alena kindly emptied my wallet of its cash and presented me with a sleek black envelope containing the two "Unlimited" gift certificates and a treatment menu. The matte finish envelope was about the size of a postcard and made of thick card stock that was difficult to bend. The spa name, "exhale", was imprinted in gold-leaf lower case letters across the front of the envelope. The spa address and phone number was imprinted in small letters into the cardstock on the back of the envelope just below a black wax logo that sealed the envelope closed. I told Alena thank you and returned to my car in the parking deck. Now I just had to find the right time to give the envelope to Rebecca.

***********

The next day, Christmas Eve, Trisha and I were both off work for the holiday. We both spend the day preparing for her parents to join us for Christmas Day. I vacuumed the carpet and generally tidied the house while Trisha put fresh sheets on the guest beds and began preparing some of the Christmas dinner food in advance. Once the cleaning was under control and the girls were occupied helping Trisha make cookies, I escaped down to the basement and began wrapping the gifts I purchased the day before. I'm a bit of a perfectionist when wrapping gifts so it took a couple hours. I like crisp, sharp corners with the paper pulled taut to the box underneath, a particularly difficult task when wrapping odd-shaped toy boxes. 

When finally complete, I emerged from the basement with arms full of gifts to find the girls sitting at the top of the stairs. Trisha quipped that they heard rustles of wrapping paper and had been not-so-patiently waiting to see the gifts. She was talking about our daughters but Trisha also followed closely behind me to inspect the packages as I put them under the tree. I looked at the girls, wagged my finger, and said, "no touching". I then looked at Trisha, wagged my finger, and said, "no touching for you either".

I went back down and retrieved a bag of trash and the black spa envelope that I had wrapped in satin black wrapping paper and tied with crinkly gold foil ribbon. I took the trash out to a can in the garage and then placed the wrapped spa envelope in the center console of my car for safekeeping.

It was about 3:00 in the afternoon when I glanced out the window and saw snow beginning to fall. I played a few board games with the girls to keep them occupied while Trisha finished up a few more preparations for tomorrow's dinner. Around 6:00, we assembled some sandwiches and the four of us ate dinner while we played a card game. By 7pm, the tapering snowfall had left about four inches on the ground. Trisha took the girls upstairs to give them baths before bed and I headed outside to clear the snow so I wouldn't have to do it in the morning.

I started the snow blower and went to work clearing the driveway. As I did, Rebecca pulled her minivan into her driveway and unloaded the kids. Jonathan's car was not in the driveway and I guessed he was probably still at church after their Christmas Eve service. I finished clearing my driveway and sidewalks then started down Rebecca's sidewalk. When I was just about done with the driveway, she stepped out to sweep snow off the front porch then waited for me in the open garage. She was in a black knee-length winter coat with her usual frumpy angle-length blue dress underneath. It still amazed me how, despite the incredible drabness of her clothing, it couldn't begin to distract from her natural beauty.

I shut off the snow blower and said, "Hi beautiful. Is Jonathan still at church?" Rebecca smiled and replied, "Yes, he should be home soon."

"Wait here." I said. "I'll be right back."

I pulled the snow blower back to my garage and retrieved the wrapped spa envelope from the center console of my car. I walked back over to Rebecca's garage. I handed her the postcard size package and said, "Merry Christmas. Open it tonight after everyone is asleep."

I discreetly kissed her on the cheek and said, "I love you."

I turned to walk away and heard Rebecca start to speak, "You shouldn't have. I didn't get you..."

I cut her off by saying, "Shhhhh. I wanted to. You deserve it."

I gave her another kiss on the cheek and said, "I better go. Have a great Christmas."

"I love you." Rebecca replied softly as I walked away.

*********

Christmas morning was great. I was fully absorbed in watching Trisha and the girls open their gifts. It was pure joy to watch the excitement on their faces as they ripped through the presents in a cloud of shredded wrapping paper. It was also one of the few times I can remember from that period that Rebecca temporarily faded from my every thought. 

The rest of the day wasn't as enjoyable. To be honest, it was outright painful once Trisha's parents arrived around mid-morning. Luckily, they only lived a few hours away and would only be spending the day with us. They represented everything I hate about religion. They are grumpy, critical, judgmental, holier-than-though, and generally unpleasant to be around. On top of that, their inaccurate "biblical" teachings about sinfulness of sex are the source of my wife's severe emotional issues surrounding physical intimacy. It is that constant weight on my wife and our marriage that I cannot get out of my mind when they are around. 

I suffered through the day and was quick to escape whenever I could by fetching ingredients from the pantry for Trisha, cleaning up wrapping paper, taking out empty boxes and bags of trash, or any other distraction I could find. Trisha did the same. We both let out a huge sigh of relief when they walked out the door to go home. Trisha held herself together long enough to put the kids to bed before joining me on the living room sofa and collapsing onto my shoulder in tears. Her mother had been nagging at her all day about anything and everything. It seemed Trisha couldn't do anything to her mother's satisfaction. Even the order in which Trisha loaded dirty dishes in the dishwasher drew harsh criticism. 

I could never have guessed it at the time but that horrible visit from her parents was the beginning of a new emotional journey for Trisha and a blessing in disguise for our marriage. 

********** 

The next few weeks passed quickly. I was extremely busy at work and evenings were filled with helping the girls comprehend increasing loads of homework. The volume and complexity far surpassed what I remembered having as a child. Some of the assignments were clearly well beyond their grade level and were obviously intended to require parent involvement.

During those few weeks, the only opportunities I had to share time with Rebecca were quick waves and glances as we came and went about our own schedules. I so badly wanted to spend more time with her but didn't dare go out of my way for fear of raising Jonathan's or Trisha's suspicions. 

We finally had a chance to talk for about 30 minutes on a Wednesday near the end of January. It was a Wednesday ritual that, except for the past few weeks, seemed to happen more weeks than not. I carried my trashcans to the end of the drive in preparation for Thursday morning trash pickup. As I did, Rebecca and the kids returned from their Wednesday evening church service. She pulled the familiar maroon minivan into the driveway and shuffled the kids into the house. She then went about consolidating trash and recycle goods into the proper containers. 

Having set my last recycle bin into place at the curb, I walked over to help Rebecca with the abundance of trash their large family produced. Once again, she was in her familiar black, knee-length winter coat with a frumpy, ankle-length dress beneath. As I approached, Rebecca retreated to a back corner of the garage and motioned for me to join her. When I did, she reached up, tightly wrapped her arms around my neck, and attacked me with passionate kisses. I wrapped my arms around her coat-covered waist and our tongues intertwined for a couple intoxicating minutes before the reality of her kids being just inside the house overcame us.

Once we peeled ourselves apart, she gave a seductive look and said, "Thank you for the gift. I have some gift ideas in mind for you but we'll have to find some time alone for that."

"I don't expect anything in return. I just wanted to do something for you. Have you used it yet?"

"I went for 3 hours with a friend last week. It was incredible! I wanted to call or text you but I knew I shouldn't."

"What did you do while you were there?"

Rebecca's pace of speech picked up and she started excitedly spewing details about treatments, hors d'oeuvres, and girl-talk with her friend. She sounded giddy just like the group of four women I saw the day I bought the gift certificate. My eyes must have glazed over because she suddenly stopped talking, giggled, and said, "All you need to know is that I loved it. Thank you again."

"You're welcome. I'm glad you enjoyed it."

We made small talk for a few more minutes about our family activities and what was going on in our day-to-day lives. As part of that conversation, Rebecca mentioned she would like go to a conference on biblical history with some ladies from church but doubted Jonathan would approve of her going without him. I continued the conference subject by saying I had to go to a conference for healthcare facility managers in Indianapolis at the end of February. I would be presenting a seminar and hopefully gathering some potential project leads for the firm. We joked about why anyone would ever choose to host a February conference in the Midwest. Why not Miami, Dallas, Las Vegas, Phoenix, Los Angles, or any other warm city?

I asked her how Christmas was and we talked about that for a few more minutes. She told me they went to their Christmas morning church service then came home and opened gifts. I gave Rebecca the short version of our experience with Trisha's parents but then lightened the mood by telling her about the girls opening their gifts.

I realized Jonathan would probably be home soon so I said, "I better take care of the cans" and quickly carried the half dozen trash and recycle containers to the curb. I came back up to the garage, gave Rebecca a quick peck on the cheek and said, "I hope we can talk again soon." 

"I hope so too. I love you." she replied.

"I love you too." I said as I turned to head back home.

I couldn't claim to know the depth of her feelings. I only knew how I felt. My intense feelings for Rebecca were threatening to eclipse my marriage bond with Trisha. It was on that very short walk home that I first realized I would have a decision to make at some point.

********** 

The next few weeks passed routinely. My days were consumed with work and my evenings with fatherly responsibilities while Trisha worked the evening shift. I looked forward to my one weekly selfish indulgence on Wednesday nights when I knew I would help Rebecca with the trash and talk for a little while. The conversations generally stayed on light topics like what the kids were doing in school and a local controversy over a proposed mixed-use development around the corner from our subdivision. 

Although the topics were light, the tension was not. There was a deep yearning easily visible in her eyes and body language and I'm sure she probably sensed the same from me. It took all the restraint we had to keep animalistic passion at bay. 

**********

The end of February eventually came and, I must admit, I was looking forward to a few days away at the conference. I needed a break from my daily work and childcare routine. I know that sounds terrible. I really did love and enjoy my girls but, as any parent knows, sometimes you just need a break to recharge. Luckily, Trisha was able to trade shifts with co-workers for the few days I would be out of town.

The only downside to the conference was that I would miss my Wednesday night talk with Rebecca. The conference officially started on Thursday morning but there was an informal conference kickoff (aka cocktail party) on Wednesday night. I've found over the years that leads for new clients usually don't come from people you sit next to in seminars or at lunch. They come from people you buy drinks for at night. Therefore, I was leaving home Wednesday morning and driving to Indianapolis to be there in time for dinner and the kickoff session. The conference lasted through Saturday and I would leave early Sunday morning to be home in time to meet Trisha and the girls after church for lunch.

That Wednesday morning I packed a small travel bag, a hanging clothes bag, and laptop briefcase into my car. I then said goodbye to Trisha and the girls before they left for school. The girls are accustomed to me being home with them in the evening and didn't want me to be gone overnight. I glanced at Trisha and could tell that stung her a little. Although they didn't say it, them not wanting me to go equated to not being comfortable with Trisha handling the evening homework and bedtime routines. I reassured them that mommy was more than capable and was much better at homework than daddy. I also promised that I would call each evening to say goodnight. 

After saying my goodbyes, I went into the office for a couple hours before leaving for Indy. I made a few telephone calls, responded to a dozen or so emails, then loaded my seminar presentation onto the laptop and an extra USB drive for backup. It was a little early to leave for Indy and I wasn't in the mood to do any more real work before I left so I took the opportunity to annoy the office interns with architectural history trivia. It was a favorite past time of management to ask the interns trivia questions about architecture and watch them squirm. It was meaningless fun but they all took it very seriously with hope of impressing the leadership and earning a permanent position at the firm. I amused myself for fifteen or twenty minutes and then let them off the hook. 

On a side note, one of the interns, Andrew, caught our attention by repeatedly doing very well during various quiz sessions. He had also proven to be a very diligent worker and would eventually be hired on a permanent basis after he graduated. So, on second thought, I guess the quiz sessions weren't so meaningless after all. 

On my way out the door, I had a brief conversation with the receptionist about my hotel reservation then left the office behind. I stopped at a local greasy spoon to grab a burger-to-go then hit the road. I turned on the 24hr news radio station to hear the traffic report and plan my best route through the Chicago metro area. Once out of the congested areas, I turned off the radio and just drove. I love cruising the highways. It is incredibly relaxing to be isolated in my cocoon of metal and glass with only the sounds of my own thoughts, tires whining on the pavement, and wind rushing past the glass. Actually, I didn't even really hear my own thoughts for the first part of the trip. I just kind of zoned out and mindlessly watched the scenery go by. It was wonderful.

About an hour outside of Indianapolis, I passed a maroon Chrysler Town & Country just like Rebecca's. It wasn't hers but it triggered my thoughts. Suddenly, my mind started racing with a complex mixture of feelings and emotions. I was truly in love with Rebecca. I couldn't say the same about Trisha. I loved her but I was no longer IN love with her. Rebecca filled the emotional void that had been missing with Trisha since the birth of our girls. Another layer on top of that was the physical passion and pleasure that Rebecca and I shared. I had never experienced that with Trisha, not even as newlyweds. 




Faith, Friendship, and Passion Ch. 03



My mind wandered more and more toward the physical intimacies that Rebecca and I had shared. I began replaying everything in my mind and I could feel my body beginning to respond to the thoughts. My heart rate increased, my breathing quickened, and my cock began to grow at the mere thought of being with her. 

It was then that my faith and moral guilt crashed in on me. What was I doing to Trisha? What was I doing to my girls? What was I doing to Rebecca and her family? What was I doing to my God? I spent the next half hour intensely praying with tears streaming down my face. I was an emotional wreck. I knew what Rebecca and I were doing wasn't right but what we were experiencing in our marriages wasn't right either. I prayed for wisdom of what to do. I prayed for Rebecca and I to live together happily ever after. I prayed for our failing marriages to be healed. I prayed for a way out that wouldn't hurt our families or us. Yes, it was all contradictory and any of it would have been a miracle straight from God.

Eventually, I arrived at the outskirts of Indianapolis and traffic became more and more congested. My praying slowed and my tears dried as more of my attention was focused on driving. I arrived at my exit off the interstate and turned onto one of the diagonal avenues that converge in the center of downtown. My hotel, the Westin, was only a few blocks from the historic roundabout that gives Indianapolis its Circle City moniker. Indy really is a great city but I wasn't in the mood to appreciate it at that moment. I just wanted to get to the hotel and splash some water on my face.

I pulled into the underground hotel parking structure and retrieved my three bags out of the trunk. I went up the elevator to the hotel lobby and quickly found the nearest restroom, partially to empty my bladder but mostly to wash the redness of tears out of my eyes before checking in with the front desk staff. I left my bags outside the restroom door and then spent several minutes inside splashing water on my face and composing myself.

After a quick and pleasant check-in process, I proceeded up to my 14th floor room. I quickly shed my bags and crashed on the bed for almost two hours. It was almost 6:00 before I felt like moving. The kickoff cocktail party started at 7:00 so I decided to get a shower in an effort to clear my mind and transform back into an architect capable of intelligent conversation with potential clients.

After showering and dressing, I called the girls to say goodnight and then arrived at the designated hotel reception area at about 7:15. I was happy to see a good number of people already mingling around the bar. A couple other people walked in with me and I took the opportunity to strike up conversation. They were both from a hospital in Columbus, Ohio and were coming to the conference in preparation for a planned medical campus expansion. I offered to buy them both a drink and quickly had a solid lead for future design work. I continued mingling around the room until the crowd thinned out significantly around 10:30. I would have normally tried to get another lead out of the few stragglers by asking them to join me for another drink at the hotel's main bar. However, it had been a long day and the night was already a success. I had managed to get four project leads with all the contact information I would need to follow up after the conference. Three were pretty solid opportunities. The fourth was less certain but you never know what the future may hold.

I made my way back up to my room, watched a little ESPN SportsCenter, and drifted off to sleep.

**********

The next morning brought a new day. The sun was shining in around the edges of the hotel room's blackout window shades. I managed to roll out of bed and stumble over to the window. I slid open the blinds and let the sunlight fill the room and my eyes. The brightness knocked the cobwebs out of my groggy head and I took in the cityscape before me. 

Across the street from the front of the hotel was a public park and plaza that occupied an entire city block. Actually it was on top of the hotel's underground parking structure but was completely landscaped with gardens, plazas, arbor structures, and a large circular fountain that was covered for the winter. Most people would never guess there was a parking structure beneath the park. On the east side of the park, opposite my hotel was another hotel, the Hyatt Regency. South of the park block was the convention center hosting the conference I was attending. Both hotels were connected to the convention center via enclosed skywalks. North of the park was the Indiana State Capital Building. 

It was a beautiful day for February and there were quite a few people outside walking the sidewalks. Many appeared to be filtering toward the capital building and other nearby government offices to start their workday. 

I tore myself away from the window after about 5 minutes of watching the people below. I needed to get showered and head over to the convention center for the morning sessions. I also needed to connect with the conference tech guy to give him my presentation scheduled for that afternoon. He would take my USB drive and load the presentation on the conference center projection system.

After showering, I dressed in black dress pants, a charcoal gray knit shirt, black quarter-zip sweater, and a tan camel hair sport coat. It was not how I normally dressed but was good for marketing. It just screamed that I was a designer.

I quickly found the tech guy after arriving at the convention center and handed over my USB drive. He was way to enthusiastic about his job and insisted on telling me all the technical details about the conference audio-visual system and how my presentation would be stored on a server then could be projected to any room in the building. I politely listened then escaped at the first possible moment.

I then reviewed the morning session options and selected the two I would attend. Both were meaningless to me but served a larger marketing purpose of meeting new people. After the morning presentations, there was a networking lunch that was not very well attended. Most people wanted to escape the convention center for a little bit and went elsewhere to eat. 

There were two more sessions in the afternoon. Mine was the second session at 3:00. That was good in the respect that most people were always late returning from lunch and missed the beginning of the first session. The bad part was that I was in a mid-afternoon time slot and would have to battle after lunch drowsiness and boredom from sitting through presentations all day.

The 3:00 session was focused on keys to successfully executing new building and expansion projects and was formatted for me to give a 45-minute presentation followed by a 45-minute panel discussion. The panel consisted of me and three facility managers who had recently completed new building projects. 

I arrived in the designated ballroom about 15-minutes early. The session moderator, other panelists and I introduced ourselves to each other then casually chatted as attendees began filling the room. By 3:00, most of the chairs in the ballroom were full and there were even a handful of people standing in the back of the room.

After the moderator introduced me, I started the session by making a joke for people to stop hoarding empty seats and move toward the center of the rows so the people standing in back could sit down. A couple people moaned loudly so I called them out and began to banter back and forth with a couple good-natured souls while people shifted seats. It really worked well to loosen up the crowd and they became more engaged as I began the presentation. I tried to keep the whole thing very light and inserted some humor whenever I could. 

My 45-minute presentation went very quickly and the moderator opened the panel discussion. A lot of hands went up and there was a lot of lively dialogue between the audience and panel members. It was a huge success. At the end of the session, I found myself surrounded by a half dozen facility managers interested in talking about future building projects. I patiently talked to each of them and, at the end, had four more solid project leads.

Just as I finished talking to the last facility manager, I glanced around the room to see if there was anyone else remaining. The room was mostly empty except for a few people mingling amongst themselves and a lady standing in the ballroom entranceway. I looked down and began collecting my belongings until some innate response triggered inside me. I gave a second glance to the lady standing in the doorway. 

My entire body froze. It was Rebecca. She was standing there in the same heels and little black dress she had worn over to my house for our first intimate encounter together last summer. The little black chiffon cocktail dress fit her petite frame flawlessly. It perfectly silhouetted her thin waist and flat stomach. The swooping neckline and thin spaghetti straps running over her shoulders showed just a hint of the top swells of her breasts. Her medium-brown hair flowed over her shoulders and shined like silk as it framed her beautiful face. 

My eyes then tracked downward. Her dress flowed out ever so slightly as it stopped just an inch or two above her knees. Her well-toned calfs were covered in sheer black nylons that were further accentuated by a pair of 3-4" black heels.

She saw my eyes drinking her in from across the room and did a slow spin to reveal her other side. The back of the dress was equally as well fitting as the front. It highlighted her thin waist and incredibly sexy hips perfectly. They were the slightly widened hips of a woman who bore children but were certainly not large by any definition. With a slight wiggle they screamed sensuality and vivaciousness. Continuing my view down, her hips created the start of a perfectly heart shaped rear end that created absolutely perfect curves in the thin chiffon dress. Her nylon covered legs and black heels looked just as good from the back as they did from the front.

As Rebecca finished her complete spin, my stare returned upward and our eyes locked. I quickly grabbed my laptop bag and walked toward her. Our gaze remained fixed on each other the entire time. When about fifteen feet from her, I stretched out my arms to give her a hug. As I did, I said, "What are you doing here?!?"

We firmly embraced and Rebecca simply said, "Good talk. I think they liked it."

I pulled away from our hug and renewed my question, "What are you doing here?!?"

"Do you remember that biblical history conference I was thinking about going to?"

"Yes."

Rebecca pointed behind her and said, "It's at the Hyatt Regency."

"What?" I responded in a confused tone, "but how did you know I was here?"

She gave me a wrinkled brow glance and sarcastically said, "How many facility manager conferences do you think there are in Indianapolis in February?"

"Good point. Jonathan let you come to the conference?"

"Yes. Your lecture to him earlier this winter has done some good but we can talk about that later. Right now I want you to take me up to your room and then, later, I want you to take me out for dinner...you know...a real date."

I gave her a passionate kiss that was on the verge of being inappropriate for our public location then said, "Let's go."

We held hands as we walked quickly through the conference center and skywalk back to the Westin. Any reservations I had the day before about my situation with Rebecca were far from my mind now. All I wanted was to be with her, emotionally and physically.

We pushed the elevator button and squeezed each other's hands as we impatiently waited for the doors to open. When they did, a couple businessmen stepped out giving us knowing smirks on the way by. We didn't care. We stepped into the elevator and I pushed the 14 button. We attacked each other as soon as the doors closed behind us. Our mouths frantically covered each other and our tongues intertwined. My hands immediately went around and behind her waist to firmly grab her perfectly shaped ass and pull her against me. One of her hands held the back of my neck so I couldn't pull away from our passionate kissing. Not that I would have anyway. She had managed to wedge her other hand between our bodies and was grasping through my pants at my now inflating cock.

After a few moments, the elevator chimed indicating the doors were about to open. We both looked up at the floor indicator and saw we were only on the 8th floor. Rebecca turned away and stood next to me as we both quickly smoothed our clothes and tried to compose ourselves. Right as the door began to open, I frantically pulled Rebecca over in front of me to hide the bulge in my pants. 

We shuffled over to a back corner of the elevator as a hotel staff member pushed in a room service cart and pushed the 12 button. The three of us politely nodded hello, the doors closed, and the elevator began to slowly ascend once again. 

Rebecca knew why I had pulled her in front of me. She chose to torture me by leaning backward and pressing into my partial erection. Because of our height difference, my bulge rested against the top swells of her ass and just below the small of her back. To further complicate the situation, Rebecca began subtly wiggling her hips back against me to purposefully exaggerate the shaky movements of the moving elevator. I raised my hands and grasped her biceps just below her shoulders to give a signal she was driving me crazy.

All three of us intently watched the floor indicator. I was grateful the hotel staff person was going to the 12th floor. After what seemed like an eternity, the elevator chimed again and the staff person pushed the room service cart out into the hallway. As soon as the doors closed, Rebecca and I burst out laughing. As we did, she began more playfully and fervently moving her hips against my bulge. She quieted her laugh as I reached my hands around to cup the underside of her breasts and give them a playful squeeze. I quickly discovered I wasn't the only one showing obvious signs of excitement. Her hardened nipples pressed through her thin dress and bra into the palms of my hands. 

When "14" lit up on the floor indicator and a chime sounded, I reached down and picked up my laptop bag that I had dropped on the floor. The doors opened and Rebecca peeked out to see if anyone was in the hallway. There wasn't and we both scurried out of the elevator and down the hall toward my room. I fished the room key card out of my pocket as we tried our best to remain calm and not run. 

I stopped at my room and Rebecca pushed against the door as I swiped the key card through the reader. It buzzed and gave a red light. I frantically swiped it again...buzz and red light. I let out a loud groan and Rebecca giggled. I tried for a third time swiping it more slowly. The light turned green and there was a click of the door latch being released. Rebecca was still pushing her hips against the door as I turned the handle. The door flung open and she crashed into the room while pulling me along by my sport coat sleeve.

The door shut behind us as we both rushed past the bathroom toward the king size bed. I stripped off my sport coat and sweater leaving a trail of clothes across the room. Rebecca reached under her dress and tugged at her panties. She was unsuccessfully trying to concurrently pull them down and step out as she walked. The skimpy black lace caught on her shoe heel and she tumbled forward onto the bed. She giggled loudly as she untangled the panties from her shoe heel.

After throwing the panties on the floor, Rebecca positioned herself with her knees on the edge of the bed, pulled the bottom of her dress up around her waist, and leaned forward onto her elbows.

It was a beautiful sight as she looked back at me. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her eyes were filled with lust as she beaconed me, "Please take me. I need you inside me now!"

I fumbled with my belt and pants zipper as I took in the sight before me. Rebecca arched her back downward and spread her knees slightly to present herself to me. Her perfect heart-shaped ass framed her open and swollen lips glistening with moisture. The thigh high stockings and heels that remained on only reinforced her sense of urgency and desire.

After finally getting my belt released and zipper down, I quickly dropped my pants and boxers. My cock was already fully engorged and eagerly sprung free from its confines. 

I positioned myself behind Rebecca and put one hand on her hip while using the other hand to guide myself toward her waiting tunnel. I nestled my throbbing purple head against her entrance and then placed my hand up onto her other hip. 

When she felt me against her, Rebecca wantonly pushed back against me in an effort to impale herself on my vein covered shaft. I encouraged her movements by pulling her hips back toward me while keeping my own hips pushed firmly forward. Rebecca was so wet that, with a few of her movements backward, my head easily slid deep inside. We both moaned loudly as my cock reached into the depths of her warmth. 

Rebecca began pleasuring herself by steadily rocking backward and forward. At first, I merely remained still and reinforced her movements by grasping the sides of her slender waist. Her rocking quickened and became more forceful as she found an angle that particularly pleased her. 

Eventually, my lust exceeded my ability to remain still. I grasped her hips firmly and began roughly thrusting into her. Rebecca squealed with excitement as I took over and became the passionate aggressor. She continued expressing her pleasure with a sharp "hmmph" each time I thrust deep into her. That vocal response was accompanied by my own groans of pleasure, the sloppy squishing of our juices, and the sound of my hanging balls slapping against her with each stroke. The room was completely and wonderfully inundated with the sounds and aromas of our passion.

We continued that same musical rhythm for a short time until I could see and feel Rebecca's legs beginning to quiver beneath her. I moved my hands from her waist, reached down to grasp her biceps just above her elbows, and pulled them back toward me. This raised her torso up off the bed as I continued to forcefully plow into her and watch the vibration that started in her legs spread throughout her body. After about a dozen strokes, Rebecca's entire body was convulsing and I could feel her walls rhythmically gripping my shaft.

Rebecca called out "Aaahhhhhh" loudly as she lost control and went into full orgasm. The warm, wet muscles of her tunnel continued constricting on my cock and created an unfathomably perfect combination of friction and softness against the sensitive underside of my shaft. It was futile to even attempt trying to delay my own orgasm. 

I felt my balls beginning to constrict and, within a couple thrusts, jets of cum surged through my cock and violently erupted deep inside Rebecca's womb. Our orgasming bodies writhed together in inexplicable release. 

Eventually, we both began to come down from our intense euphoria. I leaned forward and Rebecca turned her torso toward me to share passionate kisses while my cock softened inside her. 

After several minutes of kissing, I looked at the clock then asked, "Would you allow me the honor of taking you out for dinner?"

Rebecca smiled broadly and said, "I would love that!" She then turned her head another couple degrees toward me to signal she wanted one more kiss. We did and then she quipped, "but I think I need to clean up first!"

I chuckled and stepped back away from her. As I did, my half-hard cock fell from the gooey warmth of her hole followed by a small flood of our combined juices. Rebecca cupped her hand between her legs and unsteadily stood next to the bed for a few seconds before proceeding to the bathroom. While walking away from me, she said, "Wait right there. I'll be right back."




Faith, Friendship, and Passion Ch. 03



I picked Rebecca's panties and my pants, sport coat, and sweater up off the floor while she was in the bathroom. I set them on the bed and chuckled a little as I saw myself in the wall mirror located over the hotel room desk. There I was standing in my charcoal color knit shirt and black socks, limp cock and hanging balls glistening with a mixture of our orgasm juices.

I heard the toilet flush in the bathroom and Rebecca emerged carrying a wet washcloth and folded hand towel. "I love what you do to me but it sure is messy!" she said as she walked toward me. She stood in front of me and lovingly used the washcloth to carefully clean our mess off my body. She then unfolded the hand towel and dried me with just as much care. By the time she was finished, I had begun to grow from the stimulation. She wrapped her hand around it a gave a couple playful tugs before saying, "Not now but treat me right on our date and your chances will be pretty good for later."

I gave her a couple light kisses on the lips before grabbing her panties off the bed. "They're a little damp," I said as I handed them to her.

"Damp? They're soaked! I don't think I'll be wearing these anymore tonight." she said and tossed them back onto the bed. "Can we stop by my hotel room so I can freshen up before dinner?"

"Sure," I said as I picked my clothes off the bed and got dressed. "You actually have a hotel room?"

I moved into the bathroom to wipe my face off and comb my hair as Rebecca looked into the wall mirror over the desk and attempted to fluff her own hair. "Yes," she responded. "Jonathan made the conference reservations for me and one other lady from our church. Luckily, she cancelled at the last minute."

"Would we have seen each other if she came?" I asked from the bathroom.

"I had planned to come over to your conference to surprise you at some point. I just didn't know exactly how or when I would be able to sneak away."

"Are you ready?" I asked as I exited the bathroom.

"Yep." she answered with a smile.

We retraced our steps down the hall and back down the elevator. This time we simply held hands rather than mauling each other. Rebecca left her winter coat in her room so I threw mine over her shoulders for the short walk to her hotel on the other side of the park. Since it was February, it was well past sunset when we stepped outside at about 7:00. The city sparkled with lights in the crisp winter air. We paused for a moment to share a few minutes worth of passionate kisses as we walked beneath a garden arbor that was covered in little twinkle lights.

I could have kissed her there all night had it not been February. We were both cold and moved on across the park toward the Hyatt Regency. Once inside, I told Rebecca I needed to call the girls to tell them goodnight and suggested I just wait for her in the lobby while she freshened up. She agreed and promised to be quick.

Rebecca scurried off toward the elevators while I searched for a relatively quiet place to make my phone call. I found a leather-covered bench in a remote corner of the lobby and spoke to Trisha and the girls for about 20 minutes. I then walked over to the hotel concierge and inquired about the best restaurants within walking distance. He listed about eight or 10 restaurants then made personal recommendation for 3 of his favorites, a steakhouse, an Italian trattoria, and a thai noodle house. I tipped him and made mental note of his walking directions. 

After that, I looked at one of the hotel coffee table books for about another 10 minutes before I heard the click-clack of high heels approaching across the lobby's tile floor. I looked up to see Rebecca standing before me and she was absolutely stunning. She had on the same little black dress, stockings, and heels but had tidied up her hair, added a pendant necklace that rested just above the swells of her breasts, and put on just a hint of makeup and lipstick. The slightest bit of color only highlighted her flawless, unblemished complexion. Rebecca possesses natural beauty that few other women in this world have. I repeat, she was absolutely stunning. 

She carried a long black dress coat over her arm. I stood to greet her and said, "Wow. You look incredible!"

She smiled and said, "Thank you," as I reached out to take her coat from her arms. I opened her coat and held it behind her so she could slip her arms in the sleeves. After her arms were in the sleeves, I pulled the coat up over her shoulders and asked, "The concierge gave recommendations for steak, Italian or Thai. What do you think?"

"Italian sounds good."

I took her hand, our fingers intertwined, and we walked toward the hotel door. Rebecca was obviously nervous. Her glances toward me were fleeting and avoided direct eye contact. She was also talking at a rapid, non-stop pace about meaningless things we saw on the street...the twinkle of the streetlights, the color of a lady's coat, the faster than normal flashing of the crosswalk symbol, etc. I occasionally commented on one of her topics but largely just remained silent and listened.

We arrived at the trattoria after walking just a few blocks. A young doorman ushered us in the door where an older, gray-haired gentleman immediately greeted us. He asked if anyone else would be joining us as he took our coats then led us into the very small, dark dining room. There were only around fifteen tables in the entire place. Actually, the tables were horseshoe shaped booths that lined both sides of the long, narrow room. Each booth was divided by partial walls and velvet curtains from its adjacent booths. When seated on the crushed velvet booth benches, the only other patrons visible would be those in the booth directly opposite across the narrow room. The ambiance was decidedly old school and I remember thinking I wouldn't be surprised if there was a mob boss sitting in the back corner booth.

The host led us midway back into the dining room and sat us at one of the horseshoe shaped booths. He thanked us for joining them and returned to the front of the restaurant. Immediately after the first gentleman left, a second older, gray-haired man approached us and jovially greeted us. After initial pleasantries, he continued by saying, "I don't believe we have had the pleasure of serving you before. Thank you for joining us. If I may, I would like to share tonight's menu with you and assist you with your drink selections."

Rebecca and I both nodded affirmatively and he continued by explaining that all dishes are served "la familia". He described a half dozen dishes then offered to step away for a few moments while we discussed. While he did, a younger man in his mid-twenties approached with a glass pitcher of ice water, a steaming round loaf of bread, a green glass bottle of what appeared to be olive oil, and a large pepper grinder. Without a word, he placed the bread on the table then poured olive oil into a small dish that was already on the table. He ground some pepper into the dish of olive oil and filled empty water glasses that were awaiting him on the table.

Rebecca and I discussed the menu selections while we watched the young man's well-trained motions unfold before us. We were both leaning toward one of two options and decided that we would ask our waiter for his recommendation. From my position on the horseshoe shaped bench, I could see he was standing a courteous distance away near the small bar. He noticed my glance and was quickly at the table to inquire if we had questions. I said, "The morel mushroom ravioli and the pork and spinach cannelloni both sound interesting to us. Which would you suggest?"

He responded quickly and confidently, "We only offer the morel ravioli when our local mushroom farm partner has an excellent quality crop. It is the best selection on the menu tonight."

"Great." I said. 

"May I bring you wine or cocktail pairings with your courses?"

I looked at Rebecca who just sat and smiled. "Wine would be great."

He turned away and walked to the back of the dining room toward the kitchen door.

The curvature of the small horseshoe booth allowed Rebecca and I to sit closely while being angled toward each other for conversation. Rebecca was smiling but once again avoided direct eye contact with me. I reached under the table to take her hand in mine and said, "What's wrong? You seem nervous."

"I'm sorry," she said quietly.

"It's nothing to be sorry about. What's on your mind?"

"This is our first time alone together to just talk. I'm nervous that you won't like the real me."

"What?" I countered rhetorically. "We have done a lot of talking about some pretty serious topics over the last few years. Have you always been honest with me?"

Rebecca looked down at the table and meekly said, "Yes."

"Then there is nothing to be nervous about. I already fell in love with the real you."

I paused for a moment while Rebecca continued to look down. I then added, "I know we haven't spent time together like this before but I'm thankful we are. I already know I love you. That isn't going to change."

I put my hand to Rebecca's cheek, turned her face toward me, and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. We sat in silence for a few moments before I felt Rebecca's hand rest gently on the top of my thigh. She then looked me in the eyes for the first time of the evening and offered a sincere, "Thank you. I love you, too."

I asked about the biblical history conference and she gradually began loosening up while describing some of the session topics. While she was talking, the gray-haired server returned with a large bowl of Caesar salad and two glasses of white wine. He placed all on the table and then hand grated cheese over the salad from a fist-sized block of Parmesan. I glanced at Rebecca to see her staring with a horrified look at the four large anchovies arranged on top of the salad. I couldn't keep myself from laughing out loud and received a teasing kick beneath the table.

The server understood what was happening and made a quick-witted comment in a thick Italian accent, "I promise the cheese is top quality." He then took the serving spoons in hand, pushed the anchovies off to one side of the bowl, and placed heaping portions onto salad plates he had set before us. The salad was easily large enough for four people and the serving bowl was still quite full.

We continued talking about Rebecca's conference as we enjoyed the Caesar, hot bread, and wine. At one point, I jokingly asked, "What are your intentions here? Did you come here this weekend to go the conference or to hold me as your toy in your hotel room?"

She smirked and somewhat seriously said, "Both. There are a couple seminars I really would like to see but, aside from those, I want to spend as much time as possible with you. However, I know you are here for work and may not be able to get a way much."

"The most important sessions for me were last night and today. There is one more session I should go to Saturday morning but I could easily skip the rest."

We talked through the conference schedules some more and eventually concluded that we would both attend our respective conferences during the mornings on Friday and Saturday then meet for lunch and to spend the afternoons and evenings together.

Our server returned just as we were finishing that topic and carried a tray containing clean dinner plates, two glasses of a different white wine, a huge platter of ravioli, and a block of cheese for grating. Rebecca and I both pushed our salad plates aside to allow him space to set our new dinner plates. He then placed the platter of ravioli on the table, grated some of the cheese, and served large portions onto our dinner plates. Like with the salad, an abundant amount of ravioli remained on the original platter after he finished serving us.

The morel mushroom ravioli was absolutely unbelievable. We both raved about it to each other as we took our first several bites. After the initial gastronomic pleasure passed, conversation turned deeper when Rebecca asked about my viewpoints on a series of social and theological issues. We both shared our opinions and discovered that we saw eye to eye on nearly every topic. 

Eventually, the topics evolved into our deepest feelings about personal insecurities. Rebecca offered several examples that could all be attributed to lack of self-confidence and emotional reliance on Jonathan for her self worth. We talked about self worth being rooted in God rather than in other people. We also talked about that being simple in concept but difficult in practice. 

I reassured her that she had tremendous value to everyone she met. She was kind, generous, intelligent, engaging, and incredibly beautiful. Her pure heart and magnetic personality were truly gifts to everyone she interacted with. I know it sounded overly sappy but it was true and I sincerely meant every word. Beneath the table, Rebecca again placed her hand on the top of my thigh and slowly caressed as our eating slowed. 

We each took our last few bites and signaled surrender to the volume of food by setting down our forks. Shortly thereafter, the young server whisked away our used plates followed promptly by the older server carrying a very large slice of flourless chocolate cake drenched in raspberry sauce. It too was delicious but we were too full to enjoy. We ate about a quarter of the cake before setting our forks down for the last time.

Upon seeing we were finished, the older server offered the bill and took away the partially eaten cake. After paying, we stood and walked toward the front door where we were met by the host who first greeted us. He handed me my coat and held Rebecca's for her to put on. To our surprise, he then presented us with a large brown paper bag containing our uneaten portions of salad, ravioli, and cake. As he did so, he suggested, "If you prefer not to take it home, we are happy to donate it to the homeless on your behalf."

Rebecca and I looked at each other and I could tell we were both thinking the same thing. We passed two homeless gentlemen on our walk to the restaurant. I smiled at her then Rebecca said, "Thank you but we will take it with us." We thanked the host profusely for the excellent experience and I left a generous tip in his fishbowl jar.

We slowly retraced our steps hand in hand back toward our hotels. After dropping off the bag of food to the two homeless gentlemen, we decided to walk through the park between our hotels. Conversation flowed freely and we found ourselves on a bench beneath an arbor covered in twinkle lights. 

It was almost 9:30 and the air outside was quite cold but we were so focused on each other that we didn't notice. Eventually, talking led to short kisses that led to longer kisses, which led to passionate lip-locking, tongue swirling kisses. Rebecca's hand began caressing the top of my thigh like she had at the restaurant. However, unlike under the table, she continued beyond the top of my thigh and slowly moved her hand toward the inside of my thigh. Before long, she was using her fingertips to trace the outline of my stiffening tool that was beginning to extend down my pants leg. 

I couldn't take it any more and I broke our kiss long enough to ask, "My room or yours?"

We kissed frantically for another few moments before Rebecca breathlessly answered, "Yours."

We stood and Rebecca laughed as I tried to arrange myself to make the bulge in my pants less obvious. I took her hand and we slowly walked through the park toward my hotel. Luckily, my problem had mostly subsided before we arrived in the lobby. We took the elevator up to the 14th floor and, unlike earlier in the afternoon, managed to act like mature adults rather than hormone-laden teenagers. 

Once in the room, everything was bathed in a soft glow of streetlight coming in from the windows. I took Rebecca's coat and hung it in the closet. She walked over to the windows while I took my coat and sweater off and hung them in the closet. When finished, I turned to see her petite frame silhouetted by the city lights beyond. Once again I was completely struck by her beauty.

I walked over to stand behind her. I wrapped my arms around her from behind which she then covered with hers. We stood silently for several minutes just enjoying the view and the feel of being in each other's arms. At one point, Rebecca turned her head to look back at me. I turned my head toward her and we began awkwardly kissing in that contorted position. It didn't work very well and we turned to face each other. 

Our kissing was slow and passionate while our hands explored each other's bodies over our clothing. We naturally tipped our heads in opposite directions to allow us to open our mouths further and kiss as deeply as we could. I stuck my tongue out and brushed her bottom lip. Rebecca returned the pleasure with her tongue on our next kiss. Soon our tongues were tangled together in passion and I felt my soft cock starting to expand.

As we kissed, Rebecca placed her hands flat on my chest. I could feel her fingers tense with each kiss. My hands moved from her small waist upward to feel the soft skin of her shoulders interrupted only by the thin spaghetti straps of her dress. Her hands slid down my torso and began to pull my shirttails from beneath my waistband. Once free she lifted the bottom of my knit undershirt up toward my chest. I took the hint and took my hands off her shoulders long enough to lift the shirt up and over my head.

I threw it on the floor then guided her to sit in one of two armchairs arranged to overlook the city view outside the windows. I kneeled in front of her and put my hands on her stocking covered knees. She looked down at me eagerly when I ran my hands up and down the inside of her stocking covered calves and then upward to her knees. When I reached them, Rebecca expectantly opened them wider. Her chest was now visibly heaving up and down in anticipation with each breath she took. 

I moved from her knees to slowly slide my hands along the top of her thighs and under her dress to where the lace stocking tops were. My fingers slowly traced the division between the lace stocking tops and her incredibly soft skin. Rebecca closed her eyes, let out a soft moan, and then looked down at me with a look of anticipation. I moved to the outside of her thighs and further under her dress until I held her hips in my hands. I could feel the thin silk straps of her panties with my fingertips. With her legs still open for me, I raised the bottom of her dress back toward her to reveal panties with a small black silk triangle and thin silk straps. I very clearly remembered these were the panties she had on during our very first sexual encounter after dinner at my house. Once again, the center of the black triangle was visibly darker from her moisture. Her growing scent was intoxicating.

I hooked my fingers under the thin silk straps and then gently pulled toward me. Without a word, Rebecca closed her legs slightly and lifted her hips. I slid the panties down her thighs toward me, over her knees and heels, and let them drop to the floor. As soon as she was free of the panties, Rebecca opened her legs widely to reveal her swollen and dripping wet labia that were naturally spread wide. I leaned forward and placed light kisses on her inner thighs just below her sex. Rebecca gasped softly and began to make small rocking motions with her hips.

I leaned further forward and placed a light kiss on first her right lip and then her left. Rebecca gasped sharply this time and placed her hands on the top of my head. Starting at the bottom of her opening where droplets of her fluid were collecting, I ran the tip of my tongue up her right lip and then did the same for the left. Her sweet, musky taste was just as good as I remembered it.




Faith, Friendship, and Passion Ch. 03



I repeatedly moved back to the bottom of her opening and licked firmly from bottom to top. When I reached the top of each lick, I could feel her hard clit beneath and gave it a firm tongue swirl with each stroke. Rebecca subconsciously rocked her hips in rhythm with my motions and moaned softly with each tongue flick. After a couple minutes of repeating the motion, Rebecca's hands suddenly clenched on the top of my head, her back arched, and her legs snapped closed around my head. She let out a series of loud moans and she began to shiver and buck wildly. Unable to pull away from her clenched legs, I covered her clit with my swirling tongue and was rewarded with a flood of her sweet, musky liquid.

After a minute of being beyond consciousness, Rebecca stopped bucking and opened her legs to release my head. She sat up in the armchair and started tugging at my belt and waistband. I took the hint and stood up to remove my pants and boxers. My rock hard cock violently sprung free as I pulled them off and dropped them on the floor. Rebecca reached up to wrap her petite fingers around my veiny shaft. She gave several slow strokes up and down its length before placing a few kisses on it raging purple head. She then motioned for me to sit in the second armchair.

I followed her orders and sat slouched down in the armchair, my cock flopped backward resting on my abdomen. As soon as I was in place, Rebecca took a step toward me. She held the bottom of her dress up slightly and put one knee on my right side and then the other on my left side to straddle my lap. She let go of her dress, placed her hands on my chest, and leaned forward to kiss me. I looked up to accept her kiss and our tongues met once again.

I ran my hands up and down her back as we kissed passionately. After a minute, my hands began exploring lower down her back until they felt the soft firmness of her bottom. Rebecca moaned softly into my mouth as I kneaded her cheeks in my hands. They felt glorious!

While still kissing deeply, she shifted herself forward and I could feel her dripping lips touching the underside of my cock. As we kissed, I could feel Rebecca beginning to intently rock her hips on top of my shaft pressed between us. I cupped her ass in my hands and encouraged her to slide her slide her wetness up and down its length. 

After a minute or two, we stopped kissing and held our faces only inches apart. We both breathed heavily and stared into each other's eyes as she ground her naked pussy against my cock. I ran my hands slowly up her sides and firmly across her shoulders. I brushed her hair aside and unsuccessfully pulled at the zipper on the back of her dress. 

Rebecca backed away and stood up. She stood just out of reach directly in front of me. She looked me deeply in the eyes while performing an act of contortion to reach behind her head and pull the zipper down on her dress. Without saying anything, Rebecca crossed her arms in front of herself, clutched her dress, and seductively pulled it off over her head. 

She dropped the dress onto the floor and reached back up to release her sheer black strapless bra. My eyes soaked in her beauty of her nearly naked silhouette against the cityscape behind her. She was now wearing only her black thigh high stockings and black heels. I had an unobstructed view of her red and swollen pussy lips, flat stomach, sexy hips, and perfectly pear shaped breasts with erect nipples pointing slightly upward. 

Her body still amazed me. It was especially remarkable given her age and children. Perhaps most mesmerizing to me were her breasts. Although not large by bra size standards, they looked more than adequate on her petite body. The very small amount of sag they had was nowhere near what would be expected on a woman who had birthed and breastfed 5 children. Each nipple sat on top of an engorged, dark red areola and was double the width and length of a pencil eraser. 

She teased me with a slow, full circle turn in front of me then slowly stepped toward me. My cock was visibly pulsing with anticipation. She once again straddled me by putting one knee on each side of my legs and centering herself over my shaft that was lying on my stomach. She lowered herself onto my horizontal log as I looked down to see her swollen lips separate on either side. She began rocking her hips forward and backward sliding her labia along its length just as she had been before. I reached up to hold her breasts in my hands, kneading them and feeling the hard nipples digging into my palms.

Rebecca understood my fascination and leaned forward to hang her breasts just in front of my face. I eagerly took a nipple into my mouth, sucking and rolling it between my tongue and roof of my mouth. As I did, she moaned softly and leaned further and further forward to allow me to better suck and pull. This also resulted in her rocking hips moving closer and closer to the bulbous end of my cock. 

While still swirling my tongue around a nipple, I moved my hands down her sides to encourage her hip movements. By now, Rebecca was breathing very heavily and slipped over top the head of my cock with each rocking motion of her hips. I put my hands on the sides of her slender waist and motioned her to lift toward me. As I did, she reached between her legs and angled my head up toward her opened and waiting entrance. She rocked her hips back down and her dripping wet pussy easily slipped down my length in one smooth motion.

Rebecca placed her hands on my chest and began roughly riding my cock by bouncing up and down half my length. Her breasts bounced and swayed violently in front of my eyes. They were irresistible and I reached up to partially restrain them in my hands. Even then, I could feel their weight jiggling and their stiff nipples moving against my palms. 

After riding me ferociously for what seemed a glorious eternity, Rebecca reached back and pushed off her black heels. She then moved up to straddle me on her feet rather than on her knees. The position was perfect and my cock was buried into new depths. I could feel my head firmly pressing against her cervix. 

Rebecca felt that too and no longer moved up and down. Instead, she rocked her hips forward and backward as if she was trying to massage her cervix with my fully engorged head. Also, with each cycle of motion, she was pushing down onto me at an angle so that her clit was rubbing against my pelvis as she rocked. My hands kneaded her incredible breasts as she worked. 

After a few moments, Rebecca's breathing shortened and she stared deeply into my eyes. Our eyes remained locked as I moved my hands to gently hold her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers. Her back arched forward and her entire body started to convulse. After just a few moments, the walls of her tunnel began to rhythmically contract around my shaft and I felt a flood of Rebecca's juices stream around the base of my balls.

After her orgasm clenched muscles relaxed, Rebecca collapsed down onto my chest. Her breathing remained deep and labored as I motioned her to stand up. My cock sloppily slapped back down on my stomach when she pulled up off of me. I stood up after her then led her by the hand to the tall king size bed.

I motioned for her to lie down on her back on the center of the bed. Once she lay down, our eyes connected in an intensely passionate and erotic gaze. My eyes never strayed from hers as I climbed onto the foot of the bed and crawled toward her. As I did, Rebecca slowly slid her feet apart and knees upward. Our eyes remained locked as I moved between her opened legs and over top of her gorgeous body. 

My hanging cock brushed against her neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair as I moved over her. I repeated the movement a couple times before dipping my hips to find her opening with my swollen head. Rebecca's chest heaved with a shortened gasp as she felt me nestle into her entrance once again. Her gasp turned into a deep labored moan as I filled her with the full length of my shaft. 

I repeated the motion several times with our eyes and mouths only inches apart, slowly pulling nearly all the way out then sliding deep inside again. I quickened slightly to a steady, purposeful pace then sat upward. While still moving in and out with regular tempo, I grasped Rebecca's stocking covered ankles and raised them to rest over my shoulders.

I leaned back forward again with her ankles still over my shoulders. I wasn't sure how this would work but she turned out to be much more flexible than I expected. This position naturally rotated her pelvis upward and allowed my throbbing head to explore her womb even deeper. 

I took her hands in mine and pinned them to the bed above her head. Our eyes and mouths were again inches apart as I began to hasten the pace and force of my strokes. Before long, I was roughly pounding into Rebecca and receiving louder and louder moans from her in response. I then broke the few inch barrier that separated our faces and covered her gasping mouth with mine. The passion of that sent Rebecca over the edge and she began another muscle constricting orgasm. The feeling of her sex's undulating contractions around my shaft was more than I could take and I began feeling a boiling in my balls. I made slower but more intentional thrusts as I still held her hands above her head. This transformed Rebecca's moans to cries of pleasure as I unloaded stream after stream of seed deep inside.

Rebecca took off the only clothes she had remaining, her stockings, before we made love one more intense time that night. We explored a couple positions that were new to both of us and then finished in a spooning position with me entering her warm, wet pussy from behind. After completion, we simply held each other and drifted off to sleep with my softening cock still inside her.

********** 

We both began to stir as morning sunlight poured in the hotel room windows. We awoke to find the dry crusty remains of our previous night's love making all over our naked bodies and bed linens. Rebecca climbed from the bed and began collecting various pieces of her clothing that were strewn about the hotel room. I headed to the bathroom to relieve myself and brush my teeth. 

Still nude, Rebecca padded into the bathroom in her bare feet as I was still brushing my teeth. She opened the glass door to the very large walk-in shower and turned on the water to heat up. While it did, she stood next to me at the second sink and splashed a little cold water on her face. Even straight out of bed in the morning, she was absolutely gorgeous.

As I finished brushing my teeth, Rebecca took hold of my arm and pulled me into the shower. It was about 4 feet by 8 feet in size and plenty large enough for two. The floor, two of the walls, and a seat bench were all stone tile. The other two walls were full-length glass. Water came from 3 large rain-style showerheads.

Once inside, we stood and enjoyed the steaming water raining down on us. It didn't take long for our hands to begin rubbing, lathering, and rinsing every inch of each other's bodies. After the eroticism of feeling exploring hands, our mouths eagerly met as our arms wrapped around each other. That led to me lifting Rebecca onto my hardened rod as she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. We kissed deeply and continuously as we slowly made love with Rebecca's back pinned against the wall of the shower. 

We talked about the coming day as we toweled ourselves off afterward. Like we agreed at dinner the night before, we would both attend our respective conferences in the morning then meet to spend the afternoon together. The Weather Channel forecast on television said it would be unseasonably warm so we decided to have lunch and explore downtown Indianapolis on foot. She gave me her room number and suggested I meet her there after my last morning session was over.

Rebecca looked at the clock in the room and said, "My first seminar starts in 30 minutes. I better get back to my room and get dressed." She quickly slipped on her dress, heels, and coat then stuffed her undergarments into her coat pocket. We shared one last lingering kiss before she opened the door and walked out into the hallway.

I finished dressing and sat on the bed for a moment to review the morning seminar topics. There really wasn't anything interesting being offered for the first session so I decided to wander down to the lobby and grab a light breakfast instead. After eating, I found my way to the convention center and slipped into a seminar that was already underway.

The morning went excruciatingly slow. All I could think about was spending the afternoon with Rebecca. Eventually, the pain of the last morning seminar ended and I went back up to my room to grab my coat. I eagerly walked across the park to the Hyatt Regency and found my way up to room 706. 

I knocked on the door and Rebecca greeted me with a short kiss as she held her hair in a ponytail with one hand and a stretchy hair band wrapped around her other wrist. She quickly retreated back to the bathroom to tend to her hair. I glanced into the room and noticed her usual frumpy blue dress laid over the back of the desk chair. 

I lost my breath when I looked toward Rebecca in the bathroom to see her standing in front of the mirror wearing a cream color waist-length corded sweater and black yoga pants that revealed her every womanly curve. I just stood silently staring as she twirled the hair band around the base of her ponytail then used both hands to perfectly tuck the few hairs that escaped.

She noticed my lusting gaze and decided to properly welcome me to her room by dropping to her knees and enthusiastically sucking me to orgasm. When finished, she completed her hot mommy outfit by feeding her ponytail through the back hole of a baseball cap and putting on tan calf-high boots. She looked hot.

We spent Friday afternoon strolling the streets downtown, holding hands, and stealing kisses the way new lovers do. We talked about everything under the sun. Her effervescent personality and smile was contagious. Every person we interacted with on the streets and in the shops was visibly encouraged by her. She was a joy to spend time with and I found myself falling deeper and deeper in love with her.

I also found myself more and more physically attracted to her if that was possible. The form fitting yoga pants perfectly highlighted her tone thighs, feminine hips, and luscious ass.

As evening approached, we decided on an early casual dinner at a local deli. We both had a cup of soup and split a massive Rueben sandwich that could have easily fed four people. Actually, it did. We took inspiration from the night before and gave over half the sandwich to a homeless couple we saw while walking back toward our hotels.

We once again wound up at the Westin instead of Rebecca's hotel. After being out in the chilly air all afternoon, we thought about going down to the hotel spa for a soak in the hot tub. However, we realized neither one of us had swimming suits and settled for a soak in the much smaller whirlpool bathtub in my room.

We enjoyed the warm water and the feel of the other partner's naked skin against our own. Those tactile stimulations led to another evening of fervent sex with multiple orgasms occurring throughout the hotel room. It began in the whirlpool tub and ultimately concluded with our bodies entangled on the king size bed. Like the night before, we drifted off to sleep with our naked bodies pressed together in each other's arms and my softening cock still in Rebecca's comforting tunnel.

********* 

Saturday morning was almost an exact repeat of the previous morning. We woke up, made love while showering, and then Rebecca went back to her hotel and conference while I attended the morning sessions at my conference. 

Rebecca was still dressing when I arrived at her hotel room after the sessions were over. This time in a tan sweater dress with a swooping neckline. It ended a few inches above her knees and revealed thick black stocking and black heels. She had obviously gone shopping in anticipation of this weekend. These were definitely not her normal frumpy outfits.

Once again, she took pleasure in pleasuring me with her mouth and tongue. She eagerly swallowed every drop of reward she could milk from me.

After recovering from that mid-Saturday afternoon treat, we decided to visit the Indianapolis Children's Museum upon recommendation of one of the store clerks we talked to the day before. She said that it was a fascinating museum with exhibits and activities for people of all ages, not just kids. She was right. Rebecca and I had a good time playing with all the interactive exhibits. 

The only problem was that the place was packed with families and children. We both did the best we could to not ruin the time together but thoughts of our own spouses and children at home were hard to avoid. We only stayed about an hour before deciding to leave for a walk through the downtown Circle City Mall. We spent a couple hours wandering through the shops and enjoying each other's company but it wasn't like the day before. We still had a great time but there was a hint of somberness in our mood. I know I felt it in my soul and I observed Rebecca didn't have her usual bubbly attitude and carefree spring in her step.

We both understood the unspoken depression and didn't feel like a night out in public. We found a Chinese restaurant and ordered take-out to eat in the solace of my hotel. Once back in the room, we unpacked the food and sat in the two armchairs facing the city. We sat in silence for a long time and apathetically poked at the boxed Chinese food on our laps.

Eventually, I couldn't take the awkward elephant in the room any longer and said, "What are we going to do?"

"I don't know." Rebecca answered in a soft, solemn voice.

We sat for several more minutes without motion or speech before I said, "I love you Rebecca. I love you like I've never loved anyone before. Trisha included."

I hesitated a few seconds before I continued, "but I think we both know we can't do this anymore. Our guilt will kill us."

Rebecca began to sob and my stomach began to turn like I was going to be sick. I set my food box on the coffee table between us and sat with my head hung into my hands.

Through her tears, Rebecca said, "I know. I knew from the time I started to fall for you that this couldn't end well. I knew it would hurt us or our families eventually. But, I also knew I loved you and needed you in my life."

She quickly followed her statement with, "I still love you more than you will ever know and I still need you in my life. But, I know it can't be the way it is now."

My eyes began to water and I sat in stillness for a long time just trying to hold myself together. After many patient minutes, Rebecca timidly urged, "Please say something. Please don't shut me out."

I raised my head from my hands and looked at my beautiful companion through tearful eyes. I couldn't speak. Instead, I motioned her over to me. She set her food next to mine on the coffee table and stood to come to me. When in front of me, I guided her down to sit crossways on my lap. She gently sat, kicked her heels off, and collapsed into my arms.

We sat as a single sniffling mass for a very long time. My head buried into shoulder, I softly asked, "What about Jonathan and Trisha? Do we tell them?"

She thought about it for a few moments and hesitantly said into my shoulder, "I know we have to...but I think it's probably best for everyone if we give it some time."

"Ok. It is probably best if we tell them at the same time too. As long as we're neighbors, I won't tell Trisha until you are ready to tell Jonathan."

Rebecca managed to stutter, "Thank you...I'll do the same," before we both began a new wave of tears at the thought of having to face our spouses. We sat huddled in each others arms and sobs as the sun slowly set over the downtown building skyline.




Faith, Friendship, and Passion Ch. 03



Eventually, the tears slowed and I pulled away from her enough to look her in the eyes. I said, "I love you...and that will never change. We'll just have to figure out the rest." I leaned forward, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and then we collapsed back into each other's arms.

After another long period of time sitting in stillness holding each other, I began to fidget beneath Rebecca. She pulled away from our embrace and said, "What's wrong?"

I cautiously responded, "My legs are falling asleep," to which Rebecca broke out in hardy laughter and stood up. 

"I'll be right back," she said as she walked toward the bathroom.

I stretched my legs forward and shifted my weight in the chair in an attempt to make the tingling sensation go away. After it subsided a few minutes later, I stood to look down over the city streets.

I heard the click of the bathroom door opening and turned to see Rebecca in one of the fluffy white hotel bathrobes. She had taken off her nylon stockings and was barefoot. She looked at me and said, "I don't mean to be presumptuous but I would really like to stay here with you tonight. I really don't want to be alone."

I smiled. "I would like that very much. However, I think we just set some new rules for what that means."

Rebecca let out a small giggle that did my heart good. It was the first small glimpse of her usually bubbly personality that I had witnessed since before the Children's Museum.

We had both had enough stress for the day and decided to sit and watch a movie on TV. Rebecca fluffed pillows on the bed and settled in on top of the covers. She looked very comfortable in the bathrobe so I headed to the bathroom to put one on as well. When I did, I noticed Rebecca's sweater dress and nylon stockings piled on a corner of the bathroom counter. I reprimanded myself for wondering if she was still wearing her bra and panties. It took all the self-control I could muster to not look through the pile on the counter.

I stripped off all my clothes, except for boxers, and put on one of the white fluffy robes. It was clearly too small for someone of my height. The robe closed around my torso but wouldn't have stayed shut without being tied at the waist. It was also very short and didn't reach much lower than my boxers.

I opened the door and went out to join Rebecca. When she saw me, she began laughing hysterically. I waved my hand at her as if to say, "Ah, be quiet," and walked around to the other side of the bed. I made several attempts to sit on the bed without the robe creeping up or falling open. This only served to further feed Rebecca's boisterous laughing.

I gave up, threw the robe on the floor, and crawled into place on the bed only wearing my boxers. While still laughing, Rebecca looked at me and raised an eyebrow in a mock sternness. 

I responded teasingly, "Stop it. It's not like you haven't seen all this before."

Rebecca flipped through the channel guide and attempted to find a movie that wouldn't make us think about love or loss. We eventually settled on "U.S. Marshalls," As I found out later in the movie, she readily agreed to the choice because of Tommy Lee Jones. I commented to her that he doesn't seem like GQ material and went on to question why so many women find him attractive. She gave a long-winded explanation about rugged looks, stoicism, and well-timed humor. I just shrugged my shoulders. 

During the next commercial, Rebecca turned toward me and very sincerely said, "I have a movie star crush on Tommy Lee Jones. I'd much rather be with you though. You're my real fantasy."

I smiled, took her hand in mine and said, "You're my fantasy too. I'm so glad that fantasy became reality for a little while."

I kissed her on the cheek and we watched the rest of the movie with fingers intertwined hand-in-hand. When the movie was over, I began flipping channels looking for something else to watch. After a few minutes of searching without finding anything interesting, we decided we were both exhausted from the emotion of the evening and ready for sleep anyway.

I hit the power button on the remote control and the room went dark except for the city lights coming through the windows. We both stood up from the bed and pulled the covers back. I climbed under them and lay on my side facing Rebecca. While standing next to the bed, she untied the white hotel bathrobe and let it fall off her shoulders onto the floor. She was completely nude. Without any appearance of awkwardness, she slid under the covers, fluffed her pillow, and settled onto her side facing me.

I loved seeing her nude but thought it a little inappropriate given the conversations we had over the course of the evening. I didn't want to make it an awkward issue and just did my best to ignore it. 

After a couple minutes of laying face to face, Rebecca rolled over to lay on her side with her back toward me. Once settled into place, she softly said, "Please hold me."

Without saying anything, I scooted forward to lay behind her in a spooning position. I slid one arm under her torso and put the other over top to hug her from behind. It was difficult to ignore the softness of her breasts pressed against my arms. After a few minutes, Rebecca gently said, "Take your boxers off. I want to be close to you. I need to feel your body against mine."

I hesitated and began to open my mouth in protest to where I suspected this would lead. Rebecca stopped me before I could speak by meekly offering, "...please..."

I conceded and reached down with my hand that was on top of her to push my boxers down to my knees. I kicked them the rest of the way off before returning to my previous position behind her. I wrapped her back into my arms and held her tightly.

At first, I was acutely aware of my flaccid organ sandwiched against the soft skin of her backside. However, as the minutes passed, I was more aware of our physical and emotional closeness. Strangely, the experience was not sexual at all. It was rather a pure expression of our intense love. It really felt as if we were one body, mind, and soul in that moment. It was the one and only time I ever experienced that feeling with someone.

We laid as one for a very long time before drifting into a deep, exhausted slumber. 

********* 

Sunday morning we woke up, quickly dressed, and said our painful goodbyes. There was incredible love between us but also a very strong sexual tension. We knew we had better say goodbye quickly.

Rebecca's conference continued until early afternoon on Sunday and she would drive home later in the afternoon. I packed quickly and headed home to meet Trisha and the girls for lunch after church. It was a challenging drive to say the least. I cried like a baby most of the way home. It was only as I approached the Chicago metro area that I forced myself to stop. I didn't want to look like I had been crying when I arrived at the restaurant. 

Luckily, I arrived before Trisha and the girls and had a chance to splash some water on my face in the men's room. By the time I was finished, my eyes were only a little red and could easily pass for just being tired.

It was good to see the girls again and listening to their stories about the last few days gave me momentary reprieve from the pain of losing Rebecca.

********* 

Weeks and months passed. I occasionally saw Rebecca coming and going from her driveway and continued to help her with trash on Wednesday nights. We verbally expressed our love for each other whenever we saw each other. Our strong emotional bond didn't seem to fade and the physical desire between us was stronger than ever. We were good though and resisted our physical urges. 

However, I didn't do as well restraining my emotional love for her. One spring day, I was outside cleaning up the yard when Rebecca's family came home from a shopping trip. Like usual, the kids scurried into the house. Jonathan took position on a porch chair with a book and watched Rebecca struggle with an obviously heavy box of something in the van.

I couldn't take it. I went over and carried the box inside the garage for her. Then after she went in the house, I stomped over to the front porch and proceeded to loudly reprimand Jonathan like I had done during the early winter snowfall.

********** 

A few more weeks passed and life continued on as normal. One Thursday, I received a text message from Trisha that simply said, "Would you mind watching the girls Saturday afternoon?"

I replied back, "Sure. Why?"

My stomach dropped down to my feet when I saw the next message. "Rebecca next door asked me to go to Exhale spa with her." 

I knew they talked occasionally when they saw each other outside but this would be the first time I was aware of that they intentionally did something together. What was going on? I knew there was no way Rebecca would tell Trisha about us. Still, the possibility, no matter how remote, made my stomach turn. I obviously wasn't ready to deal with the issue yet.

*********

Saturday came and I nervously waited for Trisha and Rebecca to return home from the spa. I still had no idea what was going on.

Trisha came home and I analyzed every move she made and every word she said. From what I could tell, she was acting completely normal which was much more than I could say for myself. We put the girls down to bed and I went down to the living room to watch some TV. Trisha stayed upstairs for a while before I heard her footsteps coming down the stairs. When I saw her, she was wearing a little silk babydoll that I hadn't seen since very early in our marriage. That night, we had sex for the first time in over a year. It was still the normal missionary, passionless sex we had always had but at least it was sex.

I didn't enjoy it at all, partially because it was passionless and partially because I spent the whole time wondering if there was an ulterior motive behind it. Nothing was said though. We finished and went to sleep.

To my amazement, Trisha initiated sex again the next night. It was then I knew for a fact something was amiss. I had to ask. After we finished and were lying in bed, I inquired, "What has gotten into you? The entire time we have been married, we have never had sex two nights in a row."

Trisha matter-of-factly said, "I have just come to the conclusion that I have to deal with my past and overcome what my parents taught me about sex. I know it has hurt you and hurt our marriage."

I looked at her in shock and asked, "I'm glad you feel that way but why now? We've been married a very long time."

"I've been thinking about it ever since that horrible, judgmental visit from my parents at Christmas. Then a friend said something to me that made me realize I had to overcome it."

I could feel my skin becoming clammy but stilled pushed the issue, "What did your friend say?"

"She just made me realize how my issues must be hurting you and our marriage."

I left it at that and didn't push any further.

********* 

The next Wednesday I waited eagerly for Rebecca to pull into her driveway after church. When she did, I was over there the moment the kids were in the house and the door was shut behind them.

As I approached, I quietly but firmly asked, "What is going on?!?!?"

Rebecca smiled and said, "Calm down. I didn't tell her anything."

"Well, what did you say?!? We had more sex in the last week than we had in whole year before that."

Rebecca giggled and quipped, "Well, with her anyway."

I furrowed my brow and made it clear I wasn't amused.

"Stop," she said before continuing, "I told her I was becoming really frustrated with Jonathan and needed someone to talk to. I said I had a gift certificate for the spa and would really like it if she would go with me. When we were there, I vented about Jonathan being a jerk and how I felt our marriage was in a downhill spiral, all of which was completely true by the way. Trisha comforted me by explaining all marriages have their challenges and went on to tell me about her upbringing and legalistic ideas about sex. She confided in me about how she has always feared you would leave her because of it."

She gave a knowing look and continued, "I told her about a friend of mine 'from my church' that was in a very similar situation and her husband was driven to find emotional and physical love elsewhere. I said it ultimately destroyed their family. I was quite honest and told her I believed you were a better man than to leave your marriage but that it had to be hurting your relationship."

I was shocked. "How did you know what to say?"

"The same way you knew what to say to Jonathan...I love you and I was angry about how you were being treated."

"Thank you. I love you too," I paused before adding, "and I want you incredibly bad right now."

She laughed and said, "I know. I've felt that same way since you lectured Jonathan the other night."

We both knew we couldn't, or at least shouldn't, do anything about it. I took her trashcans to the curb and went home.

********* 

That was all several years ago and a lot has changed since then. Trisha changed shifts at the hospital and we are now both home in the evenings together. We are building an emotional relationship together again. We are a long way from a perfect marriage but we're working on it. 

I also have to give Trisha a tremendous amount of credit for how far she has come in working through her issues about sex. We now have sex a couple times a month. It is still very reserved and nowhere near the passionate, eager experiences I had with Rebecca. However, she is making progress and I'm good with that. It means a lot that our relationship is worth enough to her to make the effort. It also means a lot to me that Rebecca occasionally challenges Trisha to keep making progress.

Life has changed a lot for Rebecca too. Jonathan has lightened up...a little...on his legalistic religious beliefs and has become slightly less of a jerk. Of course, that has been encouraged by an occasional lecture from me when I see him being a jackass. They now attend a different church and he helps out a little more around the house. Although still very conservative, Rebecca now wears normal clothes rather than the old frumpy dresses.

Jonathan has also lightened up about whom they associate with. Our kids are now best friends and are inseparable. In fact, that is a large reason as to why Trisha was able to switch her shifts at work. Our two girls play over at their house for a couple hours after school until Trisha and I get home from work. 

Trisha and Rebecca have become pretty good friends ever since they confided in each other at the spa. I have to be honest, that has made me nervous but Rebecca has repeatedly reassured me that she won't tell until we are both ready...and she always quickly follows that with a statement that she isn't ready yet. I'm not sure when we will be ready but we will still have to cross that bridge sometime. 

Rebecca and I don't see each other alone as much anymore since their church and Trisha's work schedules are different. However, time and absence haven't lessened my feelings for her. I am still deeply in love with Rebecca and have to restrain my physical desire for her on a daily basis. I know she feels the same way. The separation of our love is extremely painful but we know it is the right thing to do for our families. It hurts but we both know we would do the same thing if we had it to do over again.



Faith, Friendship, and Passion



Up until this point, I honestly thought of Rebecca as a friend. It had never even crossed my mind to think of her in a sexual way. That changed very quickly one summer Wednesday evening two years ago. 

Thursday was our neighborhood's trash day. Much to the neighborhood's dismay, the trash truck came very early Thursday morning. And very loudly I might add. It was annoying but almost comical that you could watch lights turn on in houses as the truck progressed down the street and woke everyone up. 

Anyway, because the truck came so early, everyone set their trash out on Wednesday night. I was just finishing hauling ours out to the curb when Rebecca pulled in their driveway after returning from their Wednesday night church service. She unloaded the kids from the van and ushered them in the house. She then started gathering items into trashcans in the garage. I noticed the white Cavalier was not in the driveway, which meant Jonathan was not home to help...not that the jerk would have anyway. I set our can by the curb then walked over to help Rebecca with theirs. With 7 people in their house, they generated a lot of trash!

"Need some help?", I said as I walk toward her.

Rebecca, clothed in her usual oversized frumpy dress, flashed me a big smile and gave an exasperated, "Please!". 

I grabbed the first trashcan and headed to the curb. "Are you throwing out bricks? This weighs a ton!" 

She giggled and said, "No, I just cleaned out the refrigerator. There are a lot of old leftovers, expired condiments, and the like in that can."

"Feels more like bricks to me!", I shouted from the curb.

I walked back to the garage and grabbed the next can. As I leaned over to pick it up, I noticed two shopping bags right on top. One was from Von Maur, which is a very nice, relatively expensive department store. The other bag was from Agent Provocateur, which is a very upscale lingerie boutique downtown. Neither is a place that would carry her normal dowdy wardrobe. 

I quickly thought in my mind about how to handle the situation. The bags were right on top. She had to know I saw them. She also had to see the obvious divergence between those stores' products and her normal wardrobe. Do I ignore it? Do I ask about it? Make a joke?

Well, I kind of went with option 3. I picked up the can and walked past her toward the curb. As I passed by, I raised an eyebrow toward her then looked down at the bags. Rebecca's face flushed with embarrassment. My heart sank. I didn't want to offend or embarrass her. I was just trying to have a little fun.

I set that can at the curb and walked back toward her to retrieve the last can. To my surprise, she gave it right back to me. She said, "Easy there Solomon. Take that last trash can out then I will explain." Solomon was a reference to the Biblical book Song of Solomon. To put it in blunt terms, Solomon was a huge horn-dog and wrote Song of Solomon, which is the Biblical equivalent to Literotica.

I think I walked a little quicker taking the last can out to the curb and even faster back to the garage where Rebecca was standing. I just looked at her and said, "Well?"

"Sit down. It's a long story."

We opened up a couple lawn chairs that were leaning against the garage wall and sat down.

Rebecca had a solemn look on her face and started talking, "I think you know Jonathan and I have far from a perfect marriage. It has always been that way. Our families went to the same church growing up and our parents were best friends with each other. From a very young age, the expectation was always that Jonathan and I would be married. I don't consider it an arranged marriage. We weren't forced into it but our courtship and marriage was certainly encouraged. He was the only boy that ever took me on a date, if you could call it that. It was more an appointment to tell me he was courting me and we would be getting married. It would have been the scandal of the church if we didn't go through with it."

"I liked him but I was never in love with him and I think he felt the same way. We were both too weak to stand up to our parents. Obviously, we went through with it and here we are. I've always hoped that love and passion would develop between us. I've made many attempts to capture his attention over the years without any success."

On the verge of tears, her eyes became red and watery. She continued, "This was just the latest failure. I bought a really nice dress and planned a romantic evening at home last weekend when the children were at his parents' house. I made a nice dinner and dressed up for him. He reprimanded and degraded me as soon as he saw me in the dress. He called it something a prostitute would wear."

Rebecca finished her sentence and started sobbing. I was at a loss for what to do or say so I just took her hand in mine and sat with her while I thought. She squeezed my hand and laid her head against my shoulder...something I knew her church and husband would never approve of. 

I thought to myself, "She just laid her life out there for me. I guess it's only fair if I do the same."

I took a deep breath and started, "You aren't alone Rebecca. My marriage with Trisha certainly isn't perfect either."

I continued to tell her all about Trisha's background and how her parents' teaching about sex scarred her and really hurt our marriage. I concluded my monologue by saying, "I've come to learn that there is a real difference between "religion" and "faith". It's been my experience that religion is just a bunch of dumb, legalistic rules that only hurt people. In my opinion, true faith is loving God and loving other people. Real faith would never hurt people the way that we've been hurt by religion."

I took a risk and continued, "And I bet you looked beautiful in the dress you bought. I know that department store and I know they don't sell anything that could even remotely be considered prostitute attire."

Rebecca looked up at me, wiped her eyes, and without saying anything wrapped her arms around me. Once again surprised by her actions, I put my arm around her to comfort her. After several minutes she pulled away, looked up at me and said, "Can I ask you a personal question?"

I chuckled and said, "I think we've already crossed that line, don't you?"

She giggled and responded with, "I guess so." She paused and then continued, "I know you said that you and Trisha are not intimate very often. What do you mean by not very often?"

"Maybe a couple times a year. Why?"

In a disheartened tone of voice, Rebecca said softly, "Just curious. Jonathan hasn't even tried to touch me since our last child was born. Even before that, he was really only interested in being intimate when we were trying to get pregnant."

"I'm sorry."

She laid her head on my shoulder again. The scent of her hair, probably her shampoo, made its way to my nose. She smelled incredible. I began to think of her in a different way. I began to think of her as a sexual being rather than just a friend. Although she never wore makeup, I began to appreciate the natural beauty of her face. Rebecca truly was beautiful. Her skin was perfect...without a single blemish. Her slender face and slightly accentuated cheek bones were the perfect frame for her petite facial features. Her bright blue eyes and wide smile were visible reflections of the personality inside.

We sat there silently for several minutes then Rebecca started talking while her head still lay on my shoulder. She said, "I've been thinking about what you said about faith vs. religion. I don't mean just now. I've been thinking about it for the past year or so. I've always accepted what the church said...what religion said. But, I'm starting to understand that it isn't always right. In fact, like you said, religion can be just the opposite of what God wants...what true faith should be. I still have no idea what that means for my life, my marriage, or my church but..."

There was a lengthy pause like she didn't know what to say next. I interrupted before she had to think of something, "Faith is a very personal thing. You'll figure out what is right for you over time."

We sat for another minute or two before I said, "I better go make sure the girls are getting ready for bed like they are supposed to be doing. Thank you for trusting me with your feelings."

As I stood up and we parted ways, Rebecca quietly said, "I think you are about the only person I can trust with a conversation like that. Thank you."

For the next few weeks after that line-crossing conversation, we went back to our normal routine of short little conversations about kids and weather...nothing too deep. However, that talk about our marriages and the smell of her hair had forever changed the way I thought about Rebecca. I began to have an internal moral battle. We were both married and it was not right for me to be thinking of her that way...but I couldn't help it. As the Apostle Paul said, "For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do, this I keep on doing."

Toward the end of that same month, I took a couple days off work to do some long neglected chores around the house. On Wednesday, I worked out in the yard all day despite the 90-degree heat. I pulled weeds, trimmed the landscape plants, mulched the planting beds, mowed and fertilized the lawn, and painted an old bench that we had on the front porch. All in all a very productive day! Trisha even grabbed my butt as she said goodbye and left for her evening shift at the hospital. Very out of character. I guess she was impressed by how much I had accomplished!

At the end of the day, I was a mess. I was drenched in sweat and every spec of dirt I touched stuck to me. It was the landscaping equivalent to being tarred and feathered. I put all my tools away in the garage and went in the house for a shower. The cool water felt so good that I must have stayed in there for 30-minutes. Just as I turned the water off I remembered that I forgot to take the trash out to the curb for Thursday morning. I dried off and threw on an old pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. The old gym clothes were now my evening lounging clothes. I didn't work out much anymore. Consequently, the 6'-3" muscular build I had from playing football in high school had transitioned to an "average joe" type body. Luckily, I'm tall so the few extra pounds don't look too bad.

I headed out into the garage and moved slowly to take the trash out so I wouldn't get all sweaty again. In a replay of many Wednesdays, Rebecca returned from evening church and pulled into her driveway as I was taking care of our trash. Jonathan stayed at church for another hour or two after the service to do whatever it was he did. Just as always, she herded the 5 kids into the house then started gathering miscellaneous items together for the trash. I finished our trash then walked over to help carry theirs to the curb. 

Rebecca looked up and said, "Hi there", as I approached but didn't look me in the eyes like she normally does. I said "Hi there", picked up the first trashcan and headed to the curb. I didn't think anything of her not looking me in the eyes until she did the same thing again as I walked from the curb back toward the garage. Rebecca was clearly staring at my lower body. I looked down to see what she was staring at. It was then that I realized that the outline of my dangling cock was clearly visible in the very thin gym shorts I was wearing. I had hastily thrown on the shorts after my shower without putting on any underwear. The shorts were now loosely clinging to my still damp skin and accentuated the size and movement of my tool. 

There wasn't much I could do about it so I chose to ignore it and carry on. I grabbed the second trashcan and took it to the curb. On the return trip to the garage, Rebecca was intently staring once again. Her eyes were locked on my shorts and her face was flush. I grabbed the third and last can and headed to the curb again. Like the other two times, Rebecca stood in the garage with her undistracted gaze focused on my shorts. 

I found the knowledge of her stare to be incredibly erotic. I suddenly became very aware of my sexuality. Everything seemed to be in hypersensitive slow motion. I could feel the weight of my cock and balls hanging in front of me. I could feel every swinging motion they made as I walked and bent over to pick up the trashcans. I could feel my manhood brushing against the thin, soft fabric of my shorts. It even seemed I could physically feel her gaze.

I didn't spend a lot of time checking other guys out in the gym to know how I rate. However, I do know from the few movies I've seen that I'm no porn star. Based on a little internet reading, I gather that I'm a little better than average. I'm about 9" long when hard and a little over 2" in thickness. I was completely flaccid the day Rebecca was staring at me and there was maybe about half that length swinging freely in my shorts.

I only say that to give you a mental picture of the situation. In reality, I seriously doubt Rebecca had any basis of comparison to know if what she was looking at was big or small. Like me, she was a virgin when she was married. Jonathan's penis was the only one she had ever seen. I'm sure she was largely staring just because it was a new and shocking experience for her.

When I reached the garage, I attempted to engage her in some meaningless chitchat to avoid the situation getting weird, or at least any weirder than it already was. It worked and we started talking about things our kids were doing. She offered me the now familiar lawn chair in her garage. 

We sat in the garage for maybe 15 or 20 minutes having a relatively normal conversation except for the fact that she couldn't keep herself from glancing down at my shorts every couple minutes. As we were talking, my girls were playing our front yard. Eventually, they wandered over closer to us and I realized it was time to get them ready for bed. I said as much to Rebecca and stood up to leave. Her eyes were once again locked on my shorts as I stood up. She continued to sit in the lawn chair and never broke her stare until I broke it for her by turning around to walk away. I then covered myself with my hands and went in the house to put some underwear on so I didn't have to answer awkward questions from my kids.

Life continued on as normal for the next few weeks until near the end of summer. The girls went to Trisha's parents' house to get a full week of being spoiled by their grandparents before school started. Trisha and I would pay dearly for all the sugary treats and late nights upon their return home. I guess that is the privilege of being grandparents...spoil the kids then send them home. It's the ultimate payback for the grief we caused our parents when we were kids! Regardless, I was enjoying the time alone in the evenings while Trisha was at work. It was a good opportunity to "veg out" and recharge.

On Wednesday night of that week, my now usual routine with Rebecca repeated itself. I helped her with their trash and then set up lawn chairs in her garage to talk. As we sat down she asked, "What are your girls up to? I haven't noticed them playing outside like they normally do." 

"They are at Trisha's parents' this week. Trisha is going Friday night to pick them up and then coming back Saturday night. It's strangely quiet when they aren't around."

Rebecca laughed and said, "I wouldn't know what that is like! With five, there isn't much opportunity for quiet!"

"Do you ever get any relaxation time without the kids around?", I asked.

"Funny you should ask. Jonathan and the kids are going on a father/kids church retreat this weekend. It will be the first time I have ever been by myself since having kids."

"Are you looking forward to it?"

"I guess. I'm excited and scared at the same time. I don't know how I will react. I am looking forward to is some adult conversation though. On Friday, I'm having a ladies day out with a couple other wives whose families are away at the retreat."

"Sounds like fun. I'm glad you are treating yourself to something you want to do. You deserve it."

A wide smile spread across her face and she said, "Thanks."

We continued some idle chitchat for a few minutes then went our respective ways.

Thursday I went to work, returned home, watched a movie, and fell asleep on the family room sofa. I guess that's the middle-aged father's version of a wild party while the family is away.

On Friday, I went to work and returned home to see Rebecca weeding her front flower bed in her usual frumpy dull blue dress and hair bun. As I pulled in the driveway, I remembered that today was supposed to be her ladies day out. I stepped out of the car and when over to say hi.

As I walked across the lawn I asked, "What are you ladies going to do tonight?" 

She looked at me with a rather gloomy look and dejectedly said, "Nothing. The other two ladies I was going out with had things come up and cancelled. I'm just going to do a few things outside then find an old movie on TV or something."

"I'm sorry."

Rebecca continued in her downtrodden tone, "It's ok. I was just looking forward to the adult conversation that I never get. I'll get over it."

I tried to lighten her mood a little and joked, "We talk a fair amount. I don't count as adult conversation?"

My attempt at humor didn't work. Rebecca just grunted a little and sternly said, "Stop. You know what I mean."

I guess I had to try a little harder than that. "Well, we both need to eat tonight. If you'll accept me as adult conversation, you are welcome to come over and I will make us something for dinner."

"Really? You will make dinner?"

"Sure. What are you in the mood for? Italian? Stir-fry? Salad? Something else?"

Rebecca's mood changed in an instant. A huge smile spread across her face and her usual bubbly personality returned when she said, "Italian sounds great!"

"Alright. Italian it is! I've got something in mind but it will take about an hour. I'll go get started. Come on over whenever you want."

I headed home and started searching through the cabinets and refrigerator to see what I had to work with. I wasn't planning on cooking for a guest but I was looking forward to the challenge. One of my favorite hobbies is cooking and one my favorite things to do is create a meal out of whatever happens to be in the house...kind of a culinary scavenger hunt. 

I shed my suit coat and tie as I walked in the door and immediately started my hunt. Between what I found in the house and what I could harvest from our vegetable garden in the back yard, I settled on fettuccini with chicken, broccoli, and tomato in a light alfredo sauce. I harvested the broccoli and tomato for the pasta from the garden along with lettuce, spinach, radishes, and carrots to make up a simple salad. 

I washed off the garden harvest and started cutting up the veggies and chicken. I sautéed the chicken a large pan then added a bottle of alfredo sauce I found in the pantry. I let that simmer while I filled a pan with water to boil the pasta and started mixing the salad ingredients together in a big bowl. I stirred the sauce occasionally and added the broccoli. I held out the tomato and some fresh basil to add in just before serving. 

I looked at the clock and realized that an hour and 10 minutes had passed. I thought to myself, "As excited as Rebecca seemed, I'm surprised she isn't here yet. Maybe she decided to finish weeding before she comes over."

Betting that she would arrive soon, I dropped the fettuccini into the pan of boiling water. "Well, she has 11 minutes", I said to myself.

I stirred the sauce one more time then pulled some dishes, silverware, and drink glasses from the cabinets. Just as I was starting to set plates on the bar height breakfast counter we have in the kitchen, I heard a soft knock on the front screen door. I had left the main door open for her and shouted, "Come on in! I'm in the kitchen!"




Faith, Friendship, and Passion



I heard the screen door squeak open then latch closed. I then heard clicking footsteps coming through the front foyer and Rebecca's voice from around the corner say, "Sorry I'm late. Can I ask your opinion on something?"

"Sure." I answered as I continued to put two place settings on the counter bar.

I looked up as clicking footsteps came around the corner into the kitchen. I immediately froze in place. There stood Rebecca in a little black chiffon cocktail dress that fit her petite frame perfectly. It revealed a thin waist and flat stomach that her usual wardrobe successfully disguised with excess fabric and tent-like design. The swooping neckline and thin spaghetti straps running over her shoulders showed just a hint of the top swells of her breasts. They appeared in perfect proportion to her very petite frame. Also flowing over her shoulders was beautiful medium-brown hair that shined like silk and framed her beautiful face. She had applied just a hint of lipstick and color to her cheeks. Her natural beauty certainly didn't require much artificial enhancement.

My eyes then tracked downward. Her dress flowed out ever so slightly as it stopped just an inch or two above her knees. Her well-toned legs were covered in sheer black nylon and the clicking sound I heard was from a pair of 3-4" black heels.

She saw my eyes drinking her in and did a slow spin to reveal her other side. The back of the dress was equally as well fitting as the front. It accentuated her thin waist and incredibly sexy hips perfectly. They were the slightly widened hips of a woman who bore children but were certainly not large by any definition. With a slight wiggle they screamed sensuality and vivaciousness. Continuing my view down, her hips created the start of a perfectly heart shaped rear end that created absolutely perfect curves in the thin chiffon dress. The sheer nylons covering her legs highlighted toned calves and thin ankles accentuated by the stunning heels she wore.

She completed her spin and hesitantly asked the question she eluded to during our conversation last week in her garage, "Do...do you think I look like a...a prostitute?"

It took me half a minute to come out of my trance that this vision of beauty had placed me in. I looked her in the eyes and said, "Just the opposite! You look absolutely incredible! We should be going to a five star restaurant and a high society fundraiser!"

Rebecca smiled widely and asked, "What's for dinner?"

Just then the timer went off for the pasta. "Have a seat", I said as I scurried over to drain the pasta. After I drained it, I added the fettuccini, tomatoes, and fresh basil to the sauce before giving it all a little toss. I then turned to carry it over to the bar counter. I nearly dropped the pan when I saw Rebecca sitting on the bar height chair with her legs neatly crossed. In a seated position, her dress raised partially up her thighs...enough for me to see that her nylons were actually thigh high stockings with intricate lace tops. Jonathan was an absolute fool for rejecting his smoking hot wife the way he did!

I set the pasta down on the counter and then retrieved the bowl of salad. I reached into the wine rack and grabbed a bottle of sauvignon blanc. I looked at Rebecca partially to look at her legs again and partially to ask, "Would you mind if I have a glass of wine with dinner?"

She replied, "Jesus drank wine. I can't think of any reason you shouldn't."

I looked at her quizzically. I knew there was no way that was her church's stance on alcohol. 

She saw my expression and said, "I've been thinking a lot about religion vs. faith over the past months. I came to the conclusion that some things the church teaches are just legalistic rules not based in scripture. I think alcohol in moderation is one of those things."

"In that case, do you want a glass?"

"Yes...yes, please."

I poured two glasses and watched Rebecca as she took a small sip. She puckered slightly, paused a moment, then took a second larger sip.

I sat down at the bar counter across from her, reached for the pasta, and said, "May I serve you?"

"Please", then she continued, "Thank you for coming to the rescue of a middle-aged mother of 5. I'm sorry to intrude on your evening."

I said as I served her, "Please don't apologize. I'm happy to have someone to cook for. I haven't had a decent meal all week since the kids are not here to cook for. And, I don't know that I consider 36 middle-aged...especially when you look like that!"

"You don't have to say that."

I looked her in the eyes and said, "I'm not just saying it to be polite. You look incredibly beautiful."

She blushed a little and lifted her first bite to her mouth.

We talked for a while about the church retreat that Jonathan and their kids were at. She told me about the schedule and all the activities they would be doing.

When she paused, I asked, "What do you usually do for ladies night when you go out?"

"Nothing too exciting. We usually just go to a restaurant, eat and talk."

"Are you all good friends?"

Rebecca sighed a little then opened up, "Honestly, not really. We spend a lot of time together but it's all surface and superficial. We all talk about what activities our kids are doing, what scriptures we're studying in the bible, what ministries we are involved in...stuff like that. Nobody talks about real stuff like what they are struggling with, challenges they have, or anything that would make their family seem less than saintly. Everyone puts on a fake front to appear like a super-religious, perfect family."

Sensing she was just pausing for a second, I took another bite and waited for her to start again.

She did. "I was really looking forward to going out with them just for the sake of having conversation with someone over the age of 13. But, as long as I'm being honest, I'm happier to be sitting here with you."

I smiled and said, "I'm happy you're here too."

I couldn't resist watching Rebecca as she ate. She was gorgeous. Everything about her...from the way she held her fork, to the way her tennis bracelet hung from her slender wrist, to the way her jaw and neck flexed as she chewed.

I was starting to have the same sexual hyperawareness that I had when she was staring at my shorts a few weeks before. I was again having a moral battle inside my head. This time the object of my sinful thoughts was sitting right in front of me. I knew my thoughts and desires were wrong but I couldn't control them...and I was starting not to care. 

It wasn't just how she dressed tonight. That was just icing on the cake. Rebecca's bright smile, blue eyes, and radiant personality were incredibly attractive. And on a deeper level, she was having the same religion/faith struggles I was...and she understood me.

Rebecca must have sensed something from me. She set her fork down, put her elbows on the countertop, clasped her hands under her chin, and asked, "What are you thinking about? What's wrong?"

I looked down at my food and poked at my salad with my fork. I'm not a very emotional guy, but I could feel my eyes swelling and getting watery. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't just tell her how I was feeling. We were both married with kids. And beyond that, we were both Christians that would burn in hell if we followed through on what I was really thinking.

Rebecca spoke again in a soft, caring voice and said, "Brad, we've been neighbors for 8 years. We've talked about some very personal and confidential things. You know you can talk to me about anything."

The tone of her voice touched my heart once again. My words started flowing and I spilled everything I was thinking, "I know Rebecca. That's the problem. I don't know how you are going to react to this but I've developed feelings for you Rebecca. At the end of every little conversation we have, I start looking forward to the next one and wondering when it will be. I've talked to you about things that I've never told anyone before...and you listened without judging. You understand my inner struggles with my faith. And on top of all that, you're absolutely beautiful...inside and out."

I took a breath and continued, "I know its wrong. You're married and have 5 beautiful children. I'm married with two kids of my own. There is absolutely no way to justify how I'm feeling in scripture...no matter how much I try to dissect and warp it. Believe me, I've tried."

I sat there still staring down and poking my salad. Rebecca pulled her napkin from her lap, set it on the counter, and shifted her chair to stand up. 

"Crap", I thought to myself, "I just ruined the best friendship I have."

To my surprise, she stepped to my side of the counter, gently caressed my back with her hand, and stretched up to give me a soft kiss on the cheek.

She continued to rub her hand across my back and said, "Do you remember that winter I was pregnant and you came over to clear the snow from my van?"

"Yes."

"Brad, I feel the same way you do. I started having feelings for you that winter day and they have only grown since then. I'm struggling with it just like you. I know it's not right but it's to the point I just don't care. Why do you think I came over here tonight in what Jonathan calls a prostitute outfit?"

"Just to be clear, you know I had these feelings long before you broke out that dress, right?"

"I know."

"What about Jonathan, Trisha, and our kids?"

"Only you can answer that about Trisha. For me, I've struggled with the questions you're asking ever since that winter day. I stopped struggling with it when Jonathan more or less called me a whore for wearing a nice dress sold in a respectable department store. He has degraded me, controlled me, and treated me as his personal servant ever since he told me he was going to court me...all without an ounce of care, compassion, or love. There is absolutely no way to justify that in scripture either...no matter how much it is dissected and warped. Believe me, I've tried."

She continued, "I love my kids and want them to grow up in a stable home. Because of them, I don't want to change anything about our family other than pushing Jonathan to give them freedom from his legalistic religion. As far as Jonathan, I'm emotionally done with him. I don't really care if he pays attention to me or not. You gave me more care and love on that one winter day than Jonathan has since we've been married. And then you reminded me of that every time you took our trash out to the curb, brought me our mail, weeded my flower beds, took time to sit and talk, or one of the other countless things you've done for me. And now tonight, you went and rescued a middle-aged lady and made her dinner."

I turned in my chair to face her. Even though Rebecca was standing in heels, I was still a fair amount taller than her as I sat in the bar height chair. I reached out and cupped her petite face in my large hands. I leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips. That one soft kiss led to a second, and a third, and a fourth until we began to kiss passionately. Our mouths began to open more and more with each kiss. We naturally tipped our heads in opposite directions to allow us to open our mouths further and kiss as deeply as we could. I stuck my tongue out and brushed her bottom lip. Rebecca returned the pleasure with her tongue on our next kiss. Soon our tongues were tangled together in passion and I felt my currently soft cock starting to expand.

As we kissed, Rebecca placed her hands flat on my chest. I could feel her fingers tense with each kiss. I slid my hands from her face, over the spaghetti straps on her shoulders to her bare arms. Her skin was so soft and smooth. I caressed her arms for a moment before sliding my hands down the sides of her dress to her narrow waist. I pulled her to me as I sat on the bar height stool. She stepped in to stand in between my legs. As she did, her arms wrapped around my neck and she ran her hands through my hair as we continued to kiss passionately. 

I ran my hands up and down her back exploring her slender form. Her small body felt so good in my arms that I wanted to explore more. I moved my hands slightly lower with each stroke of my hands up and down her back. Eventually, I started to caress the area below her waist where her incredible ass started. At that point, I couldn't resist and firmly grabbed her cheeks. When I did, Rebecca gasped softly in the mist of our kiss and, if possible, kissed me even more eagerly than she had been. 

My hands were not disappointed. Her ass was just as firm and luscious as her dress made it look. As I kneaded her cheeks, Rebecca began to move her hips with my rhythm so her flat stomach was rubbing against me. My cock was quickly expanding and I'm sure she had to feel it against her.

Fighting every cell in my body, I pulled my mouth away from hers and looked at her passionately. Her face and neck were flushed and her chest swelled with each heavy breath she took. I looked her in the eyes and said, "are you sure you want this?"

"I've been dreaming of this for several years. I've never wanted anything more." 

Once again out of her normal character, Rebecca reached her hand down between us and ran it from my knee up my inner thigh. When her hand reached my upper thigh, she began to lightly trace the outline of my cock beneath my dress pants and boxers with her fingertips. She never ceases to surprise me.

Without saying anything, I stood up and took her hand. Heels clicking across the floor, she followed my lead to the living room where I gestured for her to sit. She eased herself down onto the leather sofa and looked up at me eagerly. I kneeled in front of her and put my hands on her stocking covered knees. She gave no resistance when I ran my hands up and down the inside of her calves.

We silently looked into each other's eyes as my hands explored her well-toned legs. I moved them down to Rebecca's slender ankles and then slowly ran them upward over the swells of her calf muscles. When I reached them, I nudged the inside of her knees and Rebecca willingly opened them wider. Her chest was now visibly heaving up and down with each breath she took. 

I moved from her knees to slowly slide them along the top of her thighs and under her dress to where the lace stocking tops were. My fingers slowly traced the division between the lace stocking tops and her incredibly soft skin. I followed that line from the top of her thigh to the outside of her thighs then back to the top again. After repeating that motion a couple times, I traced that line to the inside of her thighs. I spread my hands and moved them up slightly so they could fully feel her soft skin. 

Rebecca closed her eyes, let out a soft moan, and then looked down at me with a look of anticipation. I moved to the outside of her thighs and further under her dress until I held her hips in my hands. I could feel the thin silk straps of her panties with my fingertips. Still looking her in the eyes, I pulled her hips toward me so they were on the edge of the sofa. With her legs still voluntarily open for me, I raised the bottom of her dress back toward her to reveal panties with a small black silk triangle and thin silk straps. The center of the black triangle was visibly darker from her moisture and her scent was intoxicating.

I once again placed my hands on her knees and slowly caressed up her inner thighs until my hands reached the small silk triangle of her panties. My fingers followed the lower edges of the silk triangle upward to where it met the thin straps. My hands followed the straps to her hips and then gently tugged the straps toward me. Without a word, Rebecca closed her legs slightly and lifted her hips. I slid the panties down her thighs toward me, over her knees, and let them drop to the floor. I held them against the floor as she stepped out of them while still wearing her heels.

As soon as she was free of the panties, Rebecca opened her legs widely to reveal her beauty to me. My eyes followed her soft, flawless thighs upward to find her swollen and dripping wet labia open wide. Her lips and immediately around them were freshly shaved. There was a neatly trimmed triangle of hair above her opening. I leaned forward and placed a light kiss half way up her inner right thigh. Rebecca gasped softly and looked down at me with eager anticipation. I continued to slowly trail kisses up her thigh until I was within a few inches of her sex. Once I reached my goal, I inhaled her scent deeply and slowly exhaled my warm breath over her lips. The sight and smell caused my cock to jump in my pants. The experience was nearly too much for a guy that hadn't experienced anything like this before. I think it was nearly too much for her too as she closed her eyes and began to make small rocking motions with her hips.

I leaned further forward and placed a light kiss on first her right lip and then her left. Rebecca gasped sharply. Starting at the bottom of her opening where droplets of her fluid formed before running down onto my leather sofa, I ran the tip of my tongue up her right lip and then did the same for the left. I had no idea what a woman would taste like before then. Rebecca's sweet, musky taste was an all new experience and I loved it.

I moved back to the bottom of her opening and licked firmly from bottom to top. When I reached the top, I could feel her firm clit hiding beneath. When my tongue ran over the top, Rebecca's hands clenched the edge of the sofa, her back arched, and her legs snapped closed around my head. She let out a loud moan while she began to shiver and then buck wildly. Unable to pull away from her clenched legs, I ran my tongue over her covered clit again and was rewarded with a flood of her sweet, musky liquid.

After a minute of being beyond consciousness, Rebecca stopped bucking and opened her legs to release my head. I looked up to see a complex look on her face. It was part fright, part shock, and part contented satisfaction. She said excitedly, "That was amazing! I've heard other women talk about orgasms but I never dreamed it could be so incredible! I've never felt that before. Jonathan has never done that to me before!"

"Do you mean he's never given you oral or you've never had an orgasm?"

"Both", she said still breathing heavily.

"That was a first for me too. I've never given oral. Trisha would never let me."

Rebecca squished up her face a little in disgust and asked, "Did you like it? I made your face all wet."

"It was amazing. I loved seeing your pleasure and I look forward to doing that some more!"

A mischievous expression spread across her face as she said, "Maybe later. I have other plans for right now."

She pushed me away and said, "Trade me places" as she stood up.

I followed her orders and climbed from the floor onto the sofa. As soon as I sat and faced forward, Rebecca took a step toward me. She held the bottom of her dress up slightly and put one knee on my right side and then the other on my left side to straddle my lap. She let go of her dress, placed her hands on my chest, and leaned forward to kiss me. I looked up to accept her kiss and our tongues met once again.

I ran my hands up and down her back as we kissed passionately. After a minute, Rebecca began unbuttoning my dress shirt with one hand while she balanced with the other. My hands began exploring lower down her back until they felt the soft firmness of her bottom. Rebecca moaned softly into my mouth as I kneaded her cheeks in my hands. They felt glorious!

Rebecca's hand had made it down to my last shirt button and she tugged at my shirttails to pull them out from under my waistband. After completing that task, she placed both her hands beneath my shirt and began exploring my chest.

Our kissing was now almost frantic. We couldn't get enough of each other. The passion of our tongues, the feel of her hands on my bare skin, and the feel of her dress covered ass in my hands had made my cock rock hard. Unfortunately, it was tangled in my boxer shorts and was quite uncomfortable. I took my right hand off her ass for a moment and reached between us to adjust my cock into a more comfortable position pointing up toward my waistband.




Faith, Friendship, and Passion



Before I could return my hand to Rebecca's ass, she shifted herself forward to straddle the bulge in my dress pants. While still kissing me deeply, I could feel Rebecca beginning to press herself ever so slightly against my cock. I cupped her ass in my hands and nudged her hips toward me. With that little bit of encouragement, she began rocking her hips and rubbing herself over my cock with no abandon. 

After a minute or two, we stopped kissing and held our faces only inches apart. We both breathed heavily and stared into each other's eyes as she ground her naked pussy against my covered cock. I ran my hands slowly up her sides and firmly across her shoulders. I brushed her hair aside and found the zipper on the back of her dress. In her pleasure, Rebecca curled her fingertips slightly to squeeze my chest and never broke her gaze into my eyes. She repeatedly curled her fingertips like a contented kitten kneads its paws.

I pulled the zipper down and put my hands back onto her ass to help reinforce her rocking hips. The thin spaghetti straps fell off her shoulders in rhythm with our repetitive motions and the front of her dress hung down. I desperately wanted to look down the front of her dress but I found the lock of our eyes far too erotic to break.

Suddenly, Rebecca's breath shortened and her hands clamped down on my chest. She let out a loud, "Aaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" and her body began to shiver and convulse again. After a few seconds she collapsed onto my chest.

With ragged breath, she said, "I don't....believe this....an entire....married life....without an orgasm....now....two....in a matter....of minutes!....Feels....so good!"

She began to catch her breath and sat up straight. She looked me deeply in the eyes again. Without saying anything more, Rebecca crossed her arms in front of herself, clutched her dress, and pulled it off over her head in one smooth motion. 

She threw her dress onto the arm of the sofa. My eyes soaked in her beauty. She was now wearing only her black thigh high stockings, black heels, and a sheer black strapless bra. I had an unobstructed view of her red and swollen pussy lips spread over my now glistening wet dress pants covering my cock. Her stomach was not the toned six-pack of a 20 year-old but was completely flat and accentuated sexy hints of her hip and pelvic bones. With her petite frame and 5 children, I would have expected a C-section scar but I didn't see one. My eyes slowly moved up her body. Darker, two-inch diameter areolas were clearly visible through the sheer lace of her bra and the thin fabric did little to restrain her hard nipples.

She knew I was staring and rewarded me by reaching behind her back with one hand. The bra sprung free and she threw it onto the arm of the sofa next to her dress. My eyes never left her breasts. They were absolutely incredible. Perfectly pear shaped B-cups with nipples pointing slightly upward. Although not large by bra size standards, they looked more than adequate on her petite body. The little amount of sag I saw is expected on a 36 year old woman but no one would ever guess that she had birthed and breastfed 5 children. Once free from their fabric prison, her nipples were harder and larger than they appeared through her bra. Each sat on top of an engorged, dark red areola and was double the width and length of a pencil eraser. I was mesmerized. 

I ran my hands up the sides of her rib cage until my thumbs and forefingers cupped the underside of her breasts. I then rotated my hands to cover them and began to play. I squeezed and jiggled them from different positions and different angles. All the while, I could feel her hard nipples digging into my palms.

Rebecca started giggling. I looked up to see an amused smile on her face. "Sorry", I said, "Put a pair of breasts in front of a guy and we all revert to puberty age boys."

"Your breasts, and entire body for that matter, are amazing! I had no idea what you were hiding under those conservative dresses!"

Rebecca smiled widely and said, "Stare all you want. You don't know how good it feels to hear someone say they find me attractive. I can't even tell you how long it has been since I've heard that."

She let me play with her breasts for another minute then said, "Now I want to see what you've been hiding under your clothes."

She slid backwards off my lap to kneel in front of me on the floor. She put her hands on my knees then slid them up the inside of my thighs. Her fingers found the bulge of my rock hard cock and once again traced its outline with her fingertips through my thin dress pants soaked with her orgasm juice.

"Sorry, I may have ruined your pants."

"Do I look concerned?", I said sarcastically.

Rebecca never looked up or responded. Her gaze was now focused on my cock in the same way it was that day a few weeks ago. As if in a trance, her eyes were locked on my crotch. She ran her left hand palm and fingers up and down the bulge slickened by her cum. Her right hand joined her left at the top of her last stroke. She unbuttoned my pants then slowly pulled the zipper down. As the zipper released, my cock pressed outward restrained only by my thin boxers.

Rebecca's breaths became heavier. She reached back up and curled her fingers of both hands under the waistband of my boxers. She lifted the elastic up and over my springing cock. Unrestrained, it stood at attention in front of her. She continued to tug at my boxers and I lifted my hips for her to pull them and my pants to the floor.

She slowly and tentatively reached her right hand out to take my shaft between the tips of her fingers. She shifted her face closer and moved my cock around slowly in all directions...forward, backward, side-to-side...her eyes inspecting every angle as she went. Her fingers traced the bulging veins that erratically wind their way around my shaft and then did a gentle circle around the large mushroom head. After a couple minutes, Rebecca seemed to have satisfied her initial curiosity and wrapped her petite hand around my shaft. Her slender fingers were barely long enough to complete the circle. She squeezed gently a couple times then started to slowly stroke me. She wasn't sliding her hand up and down over my skin. Rather, she ever so slightly moved my own skin up and down...only a fraction of an inch in each direction.

The sight of her petite hand and perfectly painted dark maroon fingernails wrapped around my cock was so erotic. I'm not large but her tiny hand made my cock look huge. In fact, from my viewing angle, it looked like my hardened member was almost as long as her forearm. That sight combined with the feel of her soft hand moving on my shaft was almost more than I could take. My shaft was harder than it had ever been and my mushroom head was so full and purple that it looked as if it could explode at any moment. A bead of pre-cum quickly formed on the tip then rolled off and dripped onto the back of her hand as she stroked.

Rebecca continued her mesmerized stare. She hadn't moved her eyes since she started rubbing me through my pants. While her right hand kept moving slowly on my shaft, I felt her left hand cup my balls. She began playing with them the same way I had played with her breasts. Her hand rolled my balls gently between her fingers, felt the weight of my sack in her palm, pulled the sack up and down, and watched it swing from side to side.

A second, larger bead of pre-cum dripped on her hand and brought her attention back up to my cock. There was now a visible stream of pre-cum from my tip, down the side of my shaft, and onto her hand. 

Rebecca's face was already close to my crotch and she was engulfed in the experience. After feeling the latest drop of pre-cum on her hand, she leaned further forward and placed a soft kiss on the side of my purple head that was still dry. She stayed within a few inches while her hand took a few more very slow strokes of my shaft. She then tentatively moved forward again and touched the latest forming bead of pre-cum with the tip of her tongue. 

I watched her face carefully hoping that she would not have a negative reaction. She was in such a focused trance that I didn't detect any reaction at all before she leaned forward again and boldly licked the trail of pre-cum off my engorged head. Then in the same movement she slowly placed her lips over the tip. I felt my balls twitch and it was all I could do to keep from cumming right then.

Rebecca must have sensed it too and removed her hand from my shaft. She put her hands on the sides of my hips and then took my head into her mouth. Once in her mouth, she ran her tongue from side to side on the sensitive underside of my head. I flinched a little. She let my head fall from her mouth and looked up at me for the first time since she started playing with my cock.

I just looked at her and said, "I've never had anyone give me oral before. You are so beautiful and it feels so incredible that I don't think I will be able to hold back my orgasm if you keep going."

Once again, she got that familiar wide smile on her face and said, "Don't hold back. You gave me the first two orgasms I've ever had tonight. I want to please you the way you have pleased me." After a brief pause, she added in a somewhat embarrassed voice, "And, I want to feel your....your cum."

She looked back down and slid her lips over my head until they slipped over my head and touched my shaft for the first time. To my surprise, she didn't stop there. She continued to take another inch or so into her mouth before massaging my sensitive underside with her tongue again. Instinctively, I reached out and placed my hands on the back of her head. Rebecca began to slowly bob up and down on those first couple inches of my cock. Her wet, warm mouth felt so incredible...like nothing I had ever experienced before. 

After a minute or so of bobbing, Rebecca began to apply a little suction and I could feel her soft cheeks and tongue envelope me with each stroke. My balls tightened and I hastily warned her, "I'm there. I'm going to cum!" Instead of stopping like I expected, Rebecca continued bobbing on my cock and reached up to firmly wrap her right hand around my shaft. "Aaaaaarrrrrrr", I groaned. My balls tightened, my butt muscles clenched, and I exploded my first high-pressure spurt into her mouth and then a second and a third. My hips involuntarily bucked forward driving my cock into her mouth with the rhythm of my cum pulses. She grasped my cock tightly in her hand in an attempt to control my bucking. After about four or five large spurts, my bucking lessened along with the volume and pressure of cum. Although not nearly as impressive as the first group, my cock continued to produce another four or five shots of cum.

I hadn't realized how tense I was until I stopped cumming and it seemed every muscle in my body relaxed as I collapsed back into the sofa. Rebecca still held the head of my cock in her mouth as drops of cum escaped from the corners of her mouth. I sensed she wasn't really sure what to do next. She appeared to be thinking for a brief second before swirling her tongue over my head one last time. Then I felt a brief pull of suction on my cock as she swallowed once and then a second time.

As Rebecca wiped the corners of her mouth with her hand, I sat there speechless watching her. She looked at me and asked, "Did I do that ok? This is the first time I've ever done it."

"Are you kidding? That was the most incredible orgasm I have ever had! Not that I have a basis for comparison, but I wouldn't have guessed that it was your first time."

"I may not have actually done it before, but I've imagined it a thousand times in my mind."

"I wasn't expecting to finish in your mouth. You didn't have to do that."

Rebecca looked at me a little sheepishly and said, "I wanted you to. I wanted to...feel it...and taste it."

I reached forward and took her hands in mine. I pulled her up to sit next to me on the sofa. She cuddled in next to me and I put my arm around her. Rebecca laid her head against my chest and we sat there in silence for a moment. Even though she was cuddling up to me, I was a little worried that her silence may be a sign of regret.

That fear was erased when Rebecca slid her hand down my stomach and started caressing my pubic area just above my cock. I could tell she was watching intently as my softening member gently swayed back and forth with her nearby caresses. After a few moments, she slid her hand down further and touched the arching half-erect version of my cock for the first time. Like she had done before when it was hard, Rebecca moved my cock in all directions...forward, backward, side-to-side, stretching it out, letting it retract...her eyes inspecting every angle as she went. It responded to her manipulation and began to slowly expand in her hand.

"Having fun?", I asked.

She giggled and mouthed, "Mmm hmm."

After a few seconds, she spoke up, "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Your umm...penis...is only the second I've ever seen. Well, not counting my kids' anyway." 

I waited for a few seconds and when she didn't continue talking I said, "Was there a question in there?"

She started talking again as she stroked my hardening cock, "...the other one I've seen isn't even half this size.", she said without using her husband's name. 

"Again, is there a question in there?"

"Never mind. I just really like it.", she said as she stared at it and stroked it.

I reached down, put my hand over Rebecca's wrist, and pulled her hand off my cock. I slid off the sofa and onto my knees on the floor. Positioning myself between her widened, stocking covered legs, I pulled her hips to the front edge of the sofa and said, "I really like your body too and I want to taste all of it."

I leaned forward and kissed her passionately on the lips. Our naked bodies were pressed together for the first time and I could feel her soft breasts and hard nipples against my chest. My dick stood straight out from my body and brushed against her trimmed pubic hair as I leaned forward. If I wasn't already completely hard, I definitely was now. Her body felt so good against mine!

After a few minutes of exploring each other's mouths, I moved to place some soft kisses on her cheek, then neck, and then collar bone. Rebecca lifted her arms and held the back of my head with her hands as I trailed my kisses down her body. 

I kissed from the top of her collarbone down to the center of her upper chest. My hands reached up to cup the bottom of her breasts and I kissed down her chest between her perfect mounds. Breathing heavily once again, Rebecca guided my head toward her right breast. I took her suggestion and ran my tongue over her soft skin until it found her hardened nipple. I gave it a couple quick licks then covered it with my mouth. My tongue swirled around it as I gently sucked on it.

Rebecca moaned softly and urged me on by pulling my head tight against her. She increased the volume of her moans as I licked her nipple firmly and tugged at it with my sucking. 

I pulled my head off and moved over to give her other breast equal treatment. As I did, my hand slipped down between us and discovered Rebecca's pussy lips were still again swollen and soaking wet. I gently caressed the length of her lips repeatedly. My fingers worked between her lips a little further with each stroke until I could clearly feel her inner folds.

Rebecca was now moaning quite loudly and raising her hips in rhythm with the strokes of my hand. I sucked firmly on her nipple while I slowly pushed my middle finger inside her. She was tight but my finger easily entered her well-lubricated hole. I began sliding my finger back and forth inside her. Each time I pushed it into her I pressed the palm of my hand firmly against her clit. After only a couple strokes like this, Rebecca began to buck impulsively with my strokes and I could feel her pussy contracting around my finger. 

After a few moments, I could feel the walls of her sex relax a little. I pulled my finger out slowly and a flow of her cum followed it out.

I gave Rebecca's nipple one last firm lick and then continued to trail kisses down her body. I kissed down her flat stomach, over her pubic bone, and over her trimmed pubic hair until I reached her already open pussy lips. I firmly licked up her inner lips and immediately found her clit. I fluttered my tongue over it before covering it with my mouth and rubbing firmly with my tongue. Rebecca began to convulse immediately in a continuation of the orgasm she just had. Her hands pulled my head into her tightly and her legs clamped shut around my ears. I was trapped and suffocating in the most glorious place I could possibly think of. She went on bucking and convulsing for what seemed like an eternity. When she finally came down from her ecstasy, her legs let my head loose and she looked down to see my face absolutely covered with her wetness and cum. 

She reached toward me as I crouched in front of her pussy and lovingly wiped my face with her hands. As she did, she said, "I want to feel you inside me. I want you to make love to me."

"I want you so bad right now but I don't think I have a condom. I just invited my neighbor over for dinner. I wasn't planning on this!"

Rebecca looked me deeply in the eyes and said, "I was planning on it. I started taking birth control pills two months ago. I didn't know if or when this would ever happen but I have been dreaming that it would. Please make love with me. I need to feel you inside me. I need to feel your love."

Without saying anything, I rose up on my knees and leaned forward to kiss her passionately. As we kissed, I reached between us and guided my steel cock toward her opening. I ran the tip up and down her cum covered slit for lubrication. As I did, Rebecca lifted her legs, spread her knees, and dug the black heels she was still wearing into the front of the sofa cushions. With that adjustment, we were aligned perfectly and I could feel my tip naturally settle against the entrance to her hot opening.

I put my hands on her nylon-covered knees and leaned slightly forward toward her. I could feel my tip pushing against her wetness but her tight hole briefly resisted my entry. I moved my hips forward to apply more pressure. As I looked down, my raging hard purple head slowly disappeared inside Rebecca until it popped past her tight opening. 

It really had been a long time since she had sex. Despite having five children, Rebecca's pussy was incredibly tight. Only my head was inside her and it felt incredible...so much different than Trisha. 

Trisha was tight but in a different way. She was never excited for sex so her pussy was always closed up tight and dry. She wouldn't allow foreplay to get her wet so the only option was to secretly use a little lube (which she wouldn't allow either if she knew). Even with the lube, entering her dry pussy was a challenge.

Rebecca was just the opposite. She was eager and her pussy was naturally opened wide and soaking wet from her own juices. Her tightness gave resistance to my entry but her moisture allowed my cock to slide as her walls enveloped me in their wonderful pressure. It was something I had never felt before. My cock was barely inside her and the feeling was mind-blowing.

Rebecca moaned loudly as my head slid into her. Once it was in I gave another little push and entered her about another inch. I pulled back just slightly before slowly moving back into her again. I repeated this motion several times. With each stroke, her pussy invited my cock in a little further. After five or six little thrusts, I was half way into her. 

Under her breath, Rebecca mouthed, "I've never felt so full. You feel so good inside me."

She raised her arms and placed her hands on her own knees to take my place holding them apart. I moved my hands down and placed them palms down on her flat stomach. 




Faith, Friendship, and Passion



After a few more little thrusts, I found my cock completely buried in Rebecca's pussy. I began a pattern of slowly pulling almost all the way out of her then slowly moving all the way back inside her. After a few of those full-length strokes, I began to increase the speed of my movements and the slow strokes became firm thrusts.

Rebecca gave out a gasp of breath each time I pushed into her. If she wasn't showing full passion before, she certainly was now. Her face and chest were flush and rose color. Her breasts spread across her chest as she laid flat on her back and swayed with the rhythm of our movements. On top of those milky clouds, her nipples were incredibly hard and standing proudly from her areolas. She was breathing in short gasps and her eyes were glassed over like she was in a different realm.

My speed continued to increase to the point that I was roughly pounding into her. Rebecca's breasts shook violently with each hammering.

A pungent musky scent and the sounds of sex filled the room. In addition to Rebecca's gasps and moans, my low hanging balls audibly slapped against her ass as I bottomed out with each thrust. At the same time, her tight pussy let out a variety of sloppy wet sounds as my cock moved in and out. 

I started to feel my balls tightening and knew I was on the verge of cumming. I didn't want this to end yet. I slowed my strokes and pulled out of Rebecca's pussy. Without any prompting and without saying a word, she quickly sat up and turned around for me to take her from behind. She put her knees on the edge of the sofa and leaned forward to rest her elbows on the back of the sofa. 

I took the invitation and rose to my feet to stand behind her. She spread her knees apart on the edge of the sofa and I reached out to put my hands on the sides of her hips. The view from behind was awesome. Her heart shaped ass looked even better bent over in front of me. It also gave contrast as her hips quickly tapered into her slender waist and petite torso. Had I not distracted myself, I think I could have cum just looking at her.

I eased forward and my head brushed against the back of her leg. Rebecca reached underneath herself between her legs to take hold of my shaft. She tugged it toward her pussy and guided me to her entrance. She held me in place as I pushed forward and slid into her warm tunnel. I began slowly moving in and out. Rebecca used the hand she had guided me with to cup my balls. 

Like before, I began to increase the pace and force of my strokes. Rebecca withdrew her hand and returned her elbow to the back of the sofa to brace herself. After a few strokes, I established a steady rhythm and Rebecca matched my pace by pushing back into me as I bottomed out inside her. 

Soon, I recognized the distinctive heavy yet shallow breathing that had preceded each of her earlier orgasms. Rebecca clutched the back of the couch and she let out little chirps of moans with each stroke. Her back arched forward and I could feel her pussy starting to convulse around my cock. 

I stopped my rhythm and held still in order to keep from cumming myself. I wanted to prolong this extraordinary experience as long as possible. Rebecca had different ideas though. She took over and started firmly pounding her ass back into me at the same pace I had been using. I closed my eyes and tried my best to ignore the incredible feeling of her pulsating pussy until her orgasm subsided. 

Rebecca was now fully in the throws of passion. She rose up from her elbows and pushed backwards to stand up off the sofa. While doing so, she pulled me by the arm down onto the sofa. I sat in a slouched position with my still rock-hard cock sticking straight in the air. Rebecca quickly climbed up to straddle me in a crouched position with one black high heel shoe dug into the couch on either side of me. She struggled a little to balance in the heels but had no interest in taking time to remove them. She hastily lifted herself over the tip of my cock and impaled herself. Her dripping wet pussy slipped easily down my length in one swift motion.

Rebecca placed her hands on my chest and began roughly riding my cock by bouncing up and down half my length. Her breasts bounced and swayed violently in front of my eyes. They were irresistible and I reached up to partially restrain them in my hands. Even then, I could feel their weight jiggling and their stiff nipples moving against my palms. 

After riding me ferociously for what seemed a glorious eternity, Rebecca performed what could only be described as a gymnastic move. In one smooth, seamless motion, she sprung upwards and, while suspended in mid air, swept her feet backwards then landed back on the sofa on her knees. The most amazing part was that she did this without ever pulling off my length.

When she landed back on the sofa, the position was perfect and my cock was buried into new depths. I could feel my head firmly pressing against her cervix. 

Rebecca felt that too and no longer moved up and down. Instead, she rocked her hips forward and backward as if she was trying to massage her cervix with my fully engorged head. Then after a moment, I realized what she was doing. With each cycle of motion, she was pushing down onto me at an angle so that her clit was rubbing against my pelvis as she rocked. My hands kneaded her incredible breasts as she worked. 

After a few moments, Rebecca started her familiar pre-orgasm breathing and stared deeply into my eyes. Our eyes remained locked as I moved my hands to gently hold her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers. Her back arched forward and her entire body started to convulse. This time I couldn't take it. 

Luckily, Rebecca's convulsions caused her to lift upward a little and my head was no longer sealed against her cervix. Her pussy continued to rhythmically contract around my cock, my balls tightened, and I could feel a river rushing toward my tip. My hips bucked forward and I splashed what felt like pressurized jets of cum into the depths of her womanhood. To my surprise, my jets of semen kept coming without diminishing in pressure or volume. I must have sprayed eight or ten huge jets of cum into her before they began to diminish in intensity.

After experiencing our orgasms in what seemed like a surreal slow motion, Rebecca collapsed down onto my chest. We held each other's naked, exhausted bodies and drifted off to sleep with my softening cock still inside her. 

I'm not sure how long I was asleep but I awoke to Rebecca massaging my limp dick by flexing her vagina muscles. I opened my eyes and saw her looking at me with a mischievous grin on her face. And so we started where we left off...

We made love five more times that weekend. And love is truly what it was. It was not just sex. It was friendship, love, passion, and so much more. It was an intimacy that both of us had been missing for years...maybe for our entire marriages. 

As the weekend came to a close, we began planning how we could be together again. Maybe we could sneak quick sessions on Wednesday nights before Jonathan made it home from church. Maybe we could encourage our families to take weekend retreats like they did this weekend. Maybe we could independently "run errands" and meet each other at a hotel. The ideas were flowing and without realizing it at the time we were both spiraling further and further down the path of immorality.

Rebecca's cell phone rang as we were sitting naked at the kitchen bar talking. It was obviously Jonathan. She asked how the weekend was and then listened silently. I could hear Jonathan's muffled voice coming from the phone. Rebecca reached out, wrapped her hand around my soft penis, and started stroking me gently as she listened.

I was amazed to watch myself hardening even after the endless sex of the weekend. I never would have dreamed I could have so many repeat performances. But then again, with Rebecca's incredibly sexy body and attitude, I probably couldn't stay limp if I tried.

After a few minutes, she pushed "end" on her phone and immediately dropped to her knees in front of me. She wasted no time and urgently bobbed her head up and down on my shaft taking me deeper than she ever had before. She repeatedly challenged herself to take me as deep as she could before she gagged. After many tries, she eventually took about two-thirds of my length and I could feel my head touching the back of her throat. It was amazing and I quickly shot a very small, dry load into the back of her throat. After our lengthy love making sessions of the weekend, it was all I had left to give. 

Rebecca swallowed, stood up and hugged me. She said, "My family will be home in a half hour. I need to go shower and somehow return to normal before they get home."

We kissed passionately one last time before she quickly gathered her clothes. She slipped her dress over her naked body, held her undergarments in her hand, and scurried out the door toward home.

My phone rang shortly after that. Trisha was about an hour away. I panicked. I flew through the house like a tornado cleaning all evidence of my passionate love making with Rebecca...wiping the leather sofa down with cleaning spray, changing sheets on the bed, temporarily stashing the used ones in my car, lighting Trisha's favorite candles to remove the musky smell of sex hanging in the air, and sprinkling carpet cleaning powder where our fluids had dripped. I then showered quickly, dressed, and vacuumed the carpet cleaning powder just as I heard Trisha's car pulling into the garage.

I did one more frantic sweep through the house for evidence as I ran through to meet my family at the door. I nervously greeted them and hoped Trisha wouldn't see, smell, or sense anything wrong as she settled back into the house. If she did, she didn't say anything and the rest of the evening went normally aside from my nervous stomach. 

I didn't know it at the time but Rebecca was equally on edge as Jonathan and her kids returned home.

Over the next week, life returned to normal except for the vivid images of the previous weekend I carried in my mind. It was like my own personal DVD or Blueray. I could play, skip forward, or skip back to any of our many love making episodes. Each was etched into my mind with great detail of every sight, sound, smell, taste, and feel. They were full sensory memories just as real as the actual events. I could be sitting at my desk at work and my cock would become instantly hard when a replay flashed in my mind.

Unfortunately, I had been assigned a special project at work and was committed to travel out of town the Wednesday after my weekend with Rebecca. A second encounter would have to wait a little longer. The Wednesday after that, Rebecca's church had a special benefit dinner and program that ran longer than normal so the family all came home together. Foiled again.

The Wednesday three weeks later was our first opportunity to get together again. Just like it had been before, Rebecca was wearing an oversized, frumpy blue jean dress. I took her trash out to the curb then returned to the garage. She took my hand and led me to the back corner of the garage behind a large shelving unit. I took her in my arms and we began to kiss passionately.

A car door shut loudly a couple houses away and we both jumped nervously. I stepped back and said, "As much as I want you again, this little window of time before Jonathan gets home is probably too risky. Let's slow down and find a better plan."

Rebecca kissed me once more and said, "You're right. This probably isn't a good place or time. But I have a few ideas..."

Chapter 2 to come if everyone enjoys this beginning of my passionate journey...