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Forty isn't Old if You're a Tree Ch. 01

By: johngalt47



"Would you two just stop!" Julie Cameron shouted at her kids. Fifteen-year-old Holly and thirteen-year-old Mike hadn't been in the car more than five minutes and already they were picking at each other.

"She started it!" Mike used the worn-out phrase common to all sibling fights.

"If you weren't being such a dork and making those stupid faces, I wouldn't have said anything," Holly replied.

"If you grew some boobs, maybe you'd have a boyfriend and you'd get a ride home with him." Mike cut back at his sister.

"Mom!"

Julie looked in the mirror at her two kids behind her and the two kids in the third seat who belonged to her best friend, Ann. Why couldn't hers behave like Ann's?

"Mike, you apologize to your sister. I never had a lot on top until after I had you two, and I got your dad for a boyfriend." Yeah, Julie thought. After eighteen years of marriage my 'boyfriend' doesn't even remember I'm alive most days.

That wasn't completely true. Every Saturday night he remembered. They had been together long enough that he knew exactly which buttons to push and where. They both went to sleep satisfied, but there was a sameness to it, no spark of joy anymore, more like masturbating on each other. He used to remember at least once, maybe twice during the week, too. Over the past year those times had become fewer and fewer. All he seemed to do was work and watch TV.

In truth, she hadn't been pushing for it either. At forty she felt like an extension of her computer at work, a short order cook at home, and a taxi driver in between. 

Did she have as many activities after school when she was growing up? Of course, she and Michael had been told if Holly and Mike wanted to get into a good college, they needed a lot of activities on their application. She didn't know what she'd do without Ann. They swapped off driving days, Ann picking up the kids Monday and Wednesday. Julie took advantage of flextime at her office to get out early and pick them up Tuesday and Thursday. Friday was a toss-up. If Mike had a basketball game or Holly an after-school activity, then usually she and Michael would both take off a little early and go to it. Michael hadn't made many of them since Christmas. About half the time, she had been forced to call some other parent to get one of the kids at one game while she picked up the other.

She felt she was being ground down by work, housework, and chauffeur duties. None of the three closest people in her life seemed to treat her as a human being with feelings.

"Oh, alright. I'm sorry," Mike said. But he stuck his tongue out at Holly.

*

Meanwhile, Michael Cameron, Julie's husband, was having his own problems. "George, I've got to get that part in here fast. How are we going to bring the new line up if we can't encapsulate the transformers? We're supposed to start production on the fifteenth and we haven't even done enough to set QA tolerances."

"Well, if Bill had specified a heavier gauge steel to start with the damn thing wouldn't have bent and we'd be making test runs today. It'll be here Friday morning -- the best I can do."

"Just keep on top of it and make sure it doesn't slip to Monday." He sighed as he put the phone down.

Where the fuck had those bright boys upstairs gotten the idea that this plant ought to introduce four new product lines this year? The three years previous since he had been promoted to manager for new product production, they had done about one a year. In June before this fiscal year started they saw the economy slowing so they threw a dart and came up with four. If he missed any date by even one week, his bonus would be reduced, much less any chance at superior performance and the double bonus that came with it. He and Julie counted on those bonuses for the kids' college funds.

He hadn't told her about the changes in the bonus plan. He didn't want to worry her. He put in longer hours and was tired when he got home, so he didn't want the hassle of explaining. He figured before Christmas he had averaged 50 hours per week. Now he was averaging above 60, showing up every Saturday and some Sundays.

The number of hours plus the stress of the goals was wearing him down physically. His performance in the bedroom suffered. Julie and he still made love on Saturdays, but far fewer times during the week than before. It didn't seem to bother Julie. She used to initiate things once or twice a month, but since her birthday in November, he couldn't remember her starting anything. Did women start menopause this early? Was she not interested anymore?

Maybe she had never been that interested. Oh, she enjoyed it. He was sure of that. Over the years, they had settled on him performing oral on her, usually getting her to orgasm, her licking and sucking sometimes on him. If he came while she was sucking (he couldn't remember the last time that happened), she treated it as a mistake on her part and would spit it out. After oral he would get on top or sometimes she on top. Most of the time she came again before he let himself go.

But whenever he suggested something new, she didn't want it. He remembered one vacation to the mountains. The kids were still small enough that they could be put in a separate, connecting room. Their room had a balcony. After they both showered, they had gone onto the balcony and cuddled under a full moon shining down on the valley. She was in a nightgown and he in his boxers. They had necked for a few minutes on that third-floor aerie, but when he tried to get her to straddle him and make love, she was afraid someone would see and insisted they go inside.

When they had first been married, they had christened every room in the house, even on the hood of the car in the garage. Now, however, even when the kids were at the grandparents or on sleepovers, she was worried about the couch covers and only made love in bed. Well, he supposed every couple slowed down sometime.

*

The last Friday in February, they both got to the first game of Holly's soccer season. Julie watched as Michael enjoyed himself. Holly scored twice to give them all a thrill. She noticed Michael was getting an extra thrill from that big-boobed Jolene flirting with him. He was lapping up every word the redhead said to him.

Even with a sweater on, Julie could tell that Jolene hadn't put on an extra pound since college. Her waist was trim and her butt looked firm. In contrast Julie had added 10 pounds, well, maybe 15, to the 120 she weighed when she graduated from college. She couldn't remember the last time she had worked out.

"Don't worry about it."

"What?" Julie turned to Ann whose daughter, a year younger than Holly, was also on the team. She had known Ann since junior high. They had told each other the first time a boy groped their boobs. They had shared again when they each lost their virginity (the night of the Junior Prom, coincidentally). Now they could often complete each other's sentences. 

"I know she's divorced and on the prowl, but I hear she has a younger stud in the stable. And I've known you and Michael forever. He'd never wander in a million years."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, but it seems like lately we've been sort of stale. Maybe he's going for something fresh."

"Well, she may look fresh after her ex paid for the facelift, but I bet it smells like fish anyway." They both laughed, but Julie could see Michael smiling and animated.

Michael WAS enjoying himself. He knew Jolene was flirting. She would occasionally touch his arm to emphasize her words. He flirted right back, touching her shoulder when he pointed out something on the field. It felt good to have a different pretty woman obviously enjoying his company.

"Oh, look, Holly stole the ball," Jolene exclaimed. She grabbed his arm and also leaned against him, looking across his body. When the breakaway was over, she rotated back into a normal stance, but Michael felt both boobs rubbing across his arm.

Well, it didn't hurt to fantasize about having a lot more than a mouthful to nibble on, Michael thought. He looked at the auburn curls below his chin and wondered what shade of red the hair was on her pussy.

Holly's team won and the whole team plus parents and coaches went out for pizza. Since they had two cars to drive, Michael ended up arriving five minutes later than Julie. When he walked inside he saw that Julie was already buried among a gaggle of mothers, so he sat with the dads reviewing the spectacular plays of their offspring. Julie left with the children as the bill was being divided.

When Michael got home, he walked into the kitchen to give Julie a kiss. She turned her cheek for the kiss instead of kissing him on his lips. What had he done wrong, now?

The air was still frosty in the house after the kids had gone to bed. "Honey, is something bothering you?" Michael tentatively asked.

"I saw you flirting with Jolene today!"

"I wasn't flirting with her. We were just talking."

"It wasn't just talking. I saw her rubbing against you. I hope she is on the Pill. She could get pregnant talking like that!"

"Aw, come on. You're making way too much of this. Yes, she was friendly, but just like any other parent at the game. I'm not trying to get laid in front of you."

"But you would try if I weren't around?"

"No! You know what I mean. I'm not looking to have an affair. I'm perfectly happy with what I have right here." He moved to embrace her.

Julie pushed him away. "Don't hug me when I can still smell her perfume on you." That wasn't the truth, but she was mad.

Julie was still cool on Saturday morning and when she came to bed that night she was wearing her cotton flannel pajamas. Michael knew what that meant -- No sex tonight, buster.

*

Monday mid-morning Julie was called to her boss's office. "Julie, they're ready for you to go to Atlanta to test and learn the new accounting software next week. It'll be for the whole week. Is that going to be okay? I can push it back a week if this is too short a notice."

"No, no, Steve. Let me check with Michael real quick, but we've been planning for this since you warned me the first of the year."

The following Sunday afternoon, Julie drove Michael's Civic to the airport. After all, Michael would need her minivan for taxi duties this week. Julie was not feeling good. She was right at the end of her period, but was still experiencing some of the effects. "I'm glad today is the last day," she thought. "I'll be feeling better tomorrow when I'm at Corporate."

In the boarding area she noticed a guy, perhaps six feet tall, medium build, not unattractive. He was Bob Shelton, head of the Receivables group for the region. He was also going to Atlanta to test the new software. She didn't know him that well. He had been promoted to the regional position from a position at one of the larger stores early last fall.

"Ready to have a great week in Atlanta?" She dropped into the seat next to Bob.

"As ready as ever to spend a week cooped up in a hotel room in a strange city without any friends."

"Yeah, I hate being away from my family, too."

"I'm recently divorced so I don't have any family and because of my move, no friends, but I'm much happier at home."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"Well, I don't go around broadcasting the news. It was an amicable separation, no kids. We just grew apart as the cliché goes." 

"But still, a bachelor in town for, what, six months, eight months, you must have some girls on the line."

"Well, the divorce was amicable, but not peaceful, at least to me. I guess I'm still a little once-bitten-twice-shy. I've been to some clubs and more than a few bars, but no one has clicked, yet."

"I'm sure you'll find someone soon." Just then they were called to board

After they got to the hotel, Bob suggested that they have dinner together. Julie agreed to meet him in the restaurant once she had freshened up.

After she unpacked, Julie decided to call Michael and let him know she had arrived. "Hey! How's it going?"

"No problems on this end."

"Did you and the kids like the spaghetti sauce I made for you?"

"Since it was Sunday and we'd have to clean up, I took them out to Hamburger Joe's. We all played some games and had fun. We'll have the spaghetti later in the week."

"I bet the kids enjoyed that." I made dinner for you to have and you couldn't even muster the effort to stick the plates in the dishwasher afterwards? You never do things like that for me.

"Oh yeah. Mike beat everybody and even Holly beat me."

"Poor dad."

"Yeah. How was your flight?"

"Not bad …" When they finished talking it was time for Julie to meet Bob for dinner.

Over dinner Julie discovered that Bob had been in the Army for six years. His postings in Korea and Germany had allowed him to travel to many foreign countries. He told her several stories of misadventures caused by his confusion or misunderstanding of the local populace. 

"So the day showed what idiots Americans are." Bob was relating an anecdote from his trip around Australia. "First I have to get a Park Guide to point out a koala bear and then I nearly freeze my you-know-what off watching the Fairy penguins swim out of the sea and run to their burrows."

"You are so lucky to have traveled all over the world. I always wanted to travel, but with saving for the kids' college and our retirement, the most exotic place we've ever been is Virginia Beach."

"Well, it's been a few years since my college days, but I remember Virginia Beach as having some exotic night life and exotic sights on the beach."

"That's the other problem with going to the beach. I can't compete with those college girls any more. Michael's eyes bug out at some of the suits they wear, or almost don't wear as the case may be."

"Don't be so hard on yourself. Even in college I was never a fan of a skinny ass. Forgive my French."

"Well, skinny is an adjective that my husband quit using a long time ago. Definitely after our second child."

"Skinny is overrated. Adult men want a real woman not an adolescent girl. I mean we want something to hold onto and caress in bed." He stopped for several seconds. "Do you know that on certain Polynesian islands a female couldn't even get married until she'd born a child? They thought having children made women more attractive, just like you." 

Bob stopped suddenly and blushed. He didn't want to offend a co-worker by hitting on her, but she was really attractive and fun to be with. He couldn't help flirting.

"Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be talking to you this way. I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

Julie smiled. "Bob, you aren't making me uncomfortable. You are doing wonders for my ego. But two drinks is usually my limit and combined with the travel today, I think it's time to turn in."

"Julie, I've enjoyed dinner with you. I think it's going to be an easy week if our whole team is as fun to be with. I'll see you about 8AM and we'll walk over to the office, or do you want to meet for breakfast?"

He was being so sweet to her. "I'll skip breakfast. I've got to get my forty winks every night; most nights I try for forty-one or forty-two. I'll meet you here at eight to walk over to the office. I've enjoyed dinner, too."

*

Monday evening, Julie was on her second drink. She and Bob had had dinner with Joe and Fred from Nashville and Jim and Walt from New Orleans. They had spent all day testing the accounting software and were relaxing after dinner.

"Before we were married, my ex- was an angel. Even at the end she was still angelic. Always harping on something."

Julie and the whole table cracked up. Bob was so funny. All six of them got along well. They had divided up the test routines that morning without any arguing and things had gone smoothly if not always correctly. After dinner it had seemed right to continue into the bar for some more drinks and conversation.

Julie was having such a good time that it seemed natural to have a third drink and continue the camaraderie of the testing team. Fred started relating a vet story as Bob turned in his seat next to Julie. Julie felt a little surge when his knee touched hers. She moved her leg away and turned to face Fred.

"Julie," Bob started. "My testing went so easily today. I don't have a lot to do tomorrow. Is there anything I can help you with?"

She turned back towards him, but she rotated too far because of her inebriation. Their knees touched again. She didn't move away from the warm feeling this time. "That's so sweet of you," she said placing her hand on his arm. "I've found several problems which have slowed up my testing. Maybe in the morning we can split up some of my tasks. You're sure you don't mind?"

"Not at all. I'd be happy to work with you." He was acutely aware of her hand on his arm and their knees touching. It had been so long since a woman touched him.

"Well, I'll see you at 8, then." She finished her drink and went back to her room. Time to call home.

Michael was tired. He had finally gotten the kitchen cleaned up and the kids off to bed. He hadn't heard from Julie today. She didn't travel much and she usually tried to call home each day she was away. As if on cue the phone rang. It was her cell number.

"Hello."

"Hi, honey. Howse yur day." Michael could tell from the way her words slurred that she'd had several drinks. He was sorry he wasn't there with her. Drinking always made her frisky.

"Boring, and without you here, not as enjoyable."

"Well, aren't you sweet? Let me put the phone on speaker." Pop. "There. You know I hate to hold that thing for long conversations."

"How did the testing go?"

"Well, as expected, we've found a lot of problems. But with six of us, we are checking out lots of things. My part, the tax functions haven't really been checked before so I expect a long week."

"There are six of you? Steve must be pulling his hair out with so many gone for a week."

"Oh, no. Only Bob Shelton and I from our office. There are two guys from Nashville and another two from New Orleans."

She continued to talk about her work and Michael listened, just happy to hear her voice. He heard some rustling in the background, a door opening and closing and some drawers being pulled and pushed. She began to run out of anecdotes about the day.

"Julie, what are you wearing?" He always liked to visualize what he had missed that day.

"I was wearing my khaki skirt and my gold paisley blouse. What are you wearing?"

"My boxers. I was getting ready for a shower. What are you wearing now?"

"You remember that naughty Mr. Claus left some champagne-colored panties in my stocking?"

"The lacy ones that are semi-transparent?"

"Yesss. Well, I bought a champagne-colored bra to go with them that is even more transparent. (hiccup)"

Visions of sugar plums, or maybe sugar-sweet strawberry nipples danced in Michael's head. Since she was tipsy, maybe she'd play a little. "I bet after a long day, though, you'd like to take your bra off."

"Honey, you're right." (Pause) "Oh, that feels a lot better. I wish you were here to rub my shoulders like you do sometimes. Perhaps rub out the strap marks, too. Oh, feels so good."

"Baby, is it cool in your room? Are your nipples standing up?"

"It is a bit chilly in here. Yes, they've perked right up. It's been too long since they've had attention from you. I can hardly wait until I get back home."

Michael's boxers were bulging out in front now. He reached down and pushed the waistband below his balls and grabbed hold. "Turn around honey so I can see your beautiful butt."

"Michael, it's more than I need back there."

"Babe, to me it's beautiful. Take your panties off now."

"Why, Michael, are you thinking naughty thoughts? I do need to get undressed for my shower. Wait a minute." (Pause) "There, I'm ready for my shower, now."


Forty isn't Old if You're a Tree Ch. 01



"You are so beautiful."

"Michael, I'm going to go take my shower now. You'll take care of anything that comes up at home until I get back, right? (snicker)"

"I will. I love you."

"I love you, too. Here's a big kiss for you. You decide where you need it." A smacking sound came over the line. Michael heard her giggling just before the line went dead.

Michael had been planning to wait until she got home. Sometimes plans go out the window. He dropped down on their bed. As he began to stroke, he brought up his favorite memory of her. They had moved into their first house about six weeks before and he was cutting the grass when he heard her call for him to come help. Entering the kitchen he heard her call again from the living room. 

"Michael, hurry up!" She sounded exasperated. Three steps put him in the doorway.

"I need some help cleaning up this wet spot." She was sitting in his easy chair, nude with her legs spread and obviously excited. As he remembered her using her fingers to spread her lips open, he spurted onto his chest.

*

Julie inserted the keycard in her door about 7:15 PM Wednesday. She was tired. Everybody had worked late tonight. With the extra effort and the help from Bob, she had completed all her initial tests on the tax part of the system. Tomorrow she would be testing the fixes and changes that were being done tonight by the programmers. That group had worked along side the testing team during the day and then remained behind to correct programming errors and make approved changes after the testers went back to the hotel. They must really be tired.

She kicked off her shoes as she pulled out her cell and dialed Michael. "Hi, honey. What's your day been like?"

"Like crap," he replied. "First there was a production problem that I had to get into this morning. Then, about 11, Ann called and told me she had the flu and I had to take care of the kids today. Of course that meant I had to leave early. The production problem wasn't completely fixed when I left, so everyone gave me a dirty look on the way out the door. Holly and Mike were fighting on the way home …"

His voice drifted into the background. Welcome to my world, Julie thought. This is what I deal with every week, and you think you have it hard for one day?

"So how did your day go?" Julie snapped back to reality as Michael tossed the conversation to her.

"It was a long day. I just got in and haven't had supper yet, but I've completed all the tests at least once. One of the guys helped me after he finished his tests. We were working on a problem, but couldn't figure out what was causing it. When we came back from lunch, he had a flash of brilliance and pinpointed what was causing the error. I don't know if I would have gotten it today. It was really great!" Julie realized that she hadn't mentioned Bob's name.

"Think you might get a flight out early?"

"I doubt it. I don't think the IT guys can get all the fixes made tomorrow. Even if they did, I think we'd probably stay until Friday just to rerun as many tests as possible."

"What're you wearing today?"

"I WAS wearing my blue suit …" She left the comment unfinished.

"But now?"

"Now I'm wearing black slacks and my pastel yellow shell. I've been changing while we talk."

"What did I miss in between?"

Julie was tired and hungry. She was beginning to be annoyed. "Nothing exciting today. Chocolate panties and a plain white bra." 

Michael's voice dropped to a whisper. "Push down your slacks so I can see your panties."

"Michael, I'm tired and I haven't eaten yet. This isn't the time."

"Please?" He was slightly whiny now.

She could just tell him she had done it, but she was getting mad. Why was it always about what he wanted? "NO! I'm going to eat now." 

She hung up without another word.

She found the men in the bar. They had stopped there when she went to her room and she guessed that all of them had had two, maybe three, drinks while she was gone.

"Wow, that blouse looks great on you." Fred was an older, paunchy, maybe even homely, guy who had been married a while. His wife was probably in even worse shape than Julie considered herself to be in.

"Why, thank you kind sir."

"The whole outfit looks great," Bob chimed in.

"Yeah,' Walt added. "Looks good enough to eat. Sorry, meant to say, why don't we go get something to eat?" He leered at her.

Bob led the way. At the table Julie made sure to stay away from Walt. Bob held her chair as she ended up next to Fred with Bob on the other side. She ordered a daiquiri while deciding what to eat for dinner. After dinner they all returned to the bar, Julie carrying the remains of her second daiquiri. 

"…and so we decided to just go with the flow and we stripped right there." Bob was relating how he and his ex-wife had ended up on a nude beach on the French Riviera.

"How did the girls look?" Joe asked.

"With your wife right there, you can't do a lot of staring, but they were all shapes and sizes. The damnedest thing though. There were two empty towels next to us when we sat down. In about ten minutes, two girls came up the beach holding hands. They plopped down and began to make out. They kissed and then one sucked a nipple on the other one. Then they kissed some more. A few minutes later, they gathered everything up and took off. I guess they had something else to do. I couldn't move for twenty minutes waiting for the effects to go away."

The table laughed. Julie's eyes dropped down toward Bob's lap. She saw a bulge there. He had obviously gotten aroused remembering that event. She took another sip from her third daiquiri as Bob's pants dissolved away in her mind and his cock swelled before her eyes.

"Sure you don't want to come with us?" Walt looked at Bob as they settled up the tab.

"No, thanks for the invitation. I'll just finish up my drink and turn in." The other four guys moved off.

"Where are they going," Julie asked.

"Atlanta is famous for its strip clubs," Bob replied

"Certainly Nashville and especially New Orleans have strip clubs."

"Atlanta allows the girls to dance completely nude."

"Oh," she squeaked. She took a gulp of the daiquiri to hide her embarrassment. As she did the sounds of a piano drifted through from the dining room.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. We are the Lamplighters here to play for your enjoyment." Immediately she recognized Deep Purple and began tapping her fingers to a tune she loved.

"Would you like to dance?" Bob's voice cut through the music.

"Oh no, I shouldn't."

"Sure you should. I can tell you enjoy the music and I promise not to step on your feet." Just holding a beautiful woman was a pleasure he could appreciate now.

"Well, maybe just one."

During Deep Purple they assumed the classic foxtrot position with a foot's distance between bodies. After that, they stayed for two fast numbers. Then Moon River started. Bob pulled her into his arms again, except this time he pulled her snug against his chest. She didn't have a big bust, but he felt every square inch as it flattened against his chest. As they moved around the floor, he let his hand at her waist slip lower, not to her butt, but he knew she could feel it just above there. She didn't say anything.

Another fast dance separated them, but when the next slow dance started, she laid her cheek on his chest and his hand rested on her bottom. As she pressed into him, she felt his bulge against her tummy and a blast of heat spread out from her pussy. 

When they separated for the next fast dance, she took some initiative. She spun around and backed against him. She could feel his hardness as her cheeks swayed back and forth. Then she broke away. When she repeated the move, he put his hands on her waist and held her there. She straightened up and he kissed the side of her neck lightly. She spun away as the song ended.

As the next slow song started, they melded together. After a few steps, he cocked his head to look down at her. When she looked up at him, he kissed her. Then he led her off the dance floor to the elevators.

As the elevator doors closed, they kissed again. This time Bob's hand slid up her side until the heel rested on the edge of her breast. She twisted slightly and her breast slid under his hand. They remained locked together for the remaining fifteen seconds until the doors began to open.

When they started walking down the hall, Julie had a momentary pang of guilt. She stepped into his room, though, and as soon as he closed the door, they pressed together again. As his tongue invaded her mouth, she felt his hands slide under the back of her shell. His fingertips moved over her hot skin until he flicked open the catch of her bra. Then he broke the kiss and pulled everything over her head.

She was nervous as she stood there. She was six or seven years older than him. Would he be repulsed by an old lady's body? Did he think she was fat with the extra layer around her middle? When she had danced with him, she felt that he was in shape from working out. The last crunch her tummy had endured was more than ten years ago. He would certainly think she was flabby. Her boobs were so tiny. Surely, he wanted his first partner in months to look like a woman, not like an overgrown boy. Oh god, she couldn't take it anymore. She needed to run away.

"You are beautiful. I can't believe I'm so lucky. You're so soft and feminine." He took her back in his arms and kissed her again.

He pushed against her and she began to shuffle backwards towards the bed. As her calves touched the bedspread, he twisted the button on her slacks. Dropping to his knees he pulled down, catching her panties on the way. He slipped off her shoes and slacks, and then he buried his tongue at her juncture.

"No, come back up here. I need you inside me." She pulled up on the back of his head.

He rose slowly, kissing up her belly to a nipple, then across to the other one. Finally his lips captured hers again. She reached for his belt buckle and began unfastening him. He pulled his shirt over his head as she pushed his slacks and boxers down. He kicked out of his shoes, stopping momentarily to pull off his socks. They both fell slowly to the bed.

She scooted up a bit and then lay back spreading her knees up and out. He found her wet opening and began thrusting in and out. Soon he was taking long stokes. 

"You are so hot," he whispered in her ear. "I love the feeling of being in you, being with you, making love to you."

Her hands pulled on his hips. The flexing of his muscles excited her even more and she moaned. The nervousness seeped away as he continued to murmur in her ear and move steadily between her legs. She relaxed enough to begin the climb that would take her over the top, and a small foretaste shuddered through her body.

Suddenly he began to speed up. No, not yet, she thought. But shortly she felt the spasms that sent his cum into her womb. He sagged down on his elbows. After a minute his cock quit jerking in her pussy.

"I'm sorry. You are so pretty and it's been so long." 

His tongue traced down to her breast and flicked a nipple there for a brief period. Then kisses descended back down the trail they had ascended not long before. 

This is nice, but what is he doing? Julie thought to herself. He's not going there is he? Yes he is. Oh damn, yes he is! His tongue took broad swipes up and down her lower lips several times. Then, on one upstroke, it curled around her clit before descending to her perineum. Two more of these and she felt her temperature rising again. On the third time he started up, he paused and flicked his tongue in and out of her like a little cock. 

Oh, this is so bad, but it feels so good.  Michael was very adept at bringing her off with his tongue, but he had never done it after cumming in her. Bob's technique combined with the dirty aspect of him eating his own cum was rapidly pushing her towards climax. She grabbed his head and pulled it to the spot she needed. It wasn't long after that. Her legs snapped together as a long moan escaped her mouth and hard spasms pushed more cum from her pussy to slide down her ass.

When she finally let her legs flop open, Bob crawled up beside her. She wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him into a hard French kiss tasting both her juices and his cum. "That was wonderful! I haven't had one like that in a long time." She kissed him again, more tenderly.

They lay there holding each other for a while. Then Bob began to nibble on her neck. Suddenly she realized that he was half hard and ready for a second round. She hadn't had sex twice in one night in many years. She felt a little flame start in her belly as she returned Bob's kisses.

There was no urgency like when they first entered his room. Perhaps fifteen minutes later he pulled her on top of him and she sat on his erection. He held her and thrust up into her for several minutes, but then she had to move. She started slowly, but gradually sped up. Her orgasm took her by surprise; she thought she would require a few more minutes when it flashed through her and her knees could no longer bounce her off his hips. He rolled them over and as she lay there almost limp, he pistoned in and out a half-dozen more times before stabbing into her and pinning her to the bed as a second load of his cum washed her pussy. Then Bob collapsed and flopped to one side of the bed.

Fifteen minutes later she got out of bed and walked to the bathroom to clean up. When she came back she started gathering her clothes so she could dress and leave.

"So soon?" He lay there watching her.

"I need to get back to my room, in case Michael has called. I really enjoyed this, but this is the first time I've been with another man in eighteen years. I had too much to drink, or we wouldn't have been here. You were really good to me, but this is so complicated, you being a co-worker and all."

"I understand that, I guess." He got off the bed, still nude, and met her at the door. "Julie, you're a beautiful, wonderful woman. I was lucky that you let me love you." They exchanged a chaste good night kiss before Julie peeked out into the hall. No one was around so she quickly walked to the elevator and dropped down two floors to her room.



Forty isn't Old if You're a Tree Ch. 02



Despite her declaration to think about things, the alcohol and sex put Julie out when her head touched the pillow. When she woke at 6:30, she felt a little guilty and a lot satisfied. She figured the alcohol caused her indiscretion. Oh, well, Michael would never know. She had to speak to Bob to make sure he understood that what happened was a one-time thing, even if it had been the most exciting sex she'd had in years.

Julie and Bob worked together all day Thursday. No words were spoken about the night before, though. Finally, about 4PM, Bob spoke. "Julie let's get away from everyone and have dinner by ourselves tonight."

"Bob, what happened last night was a mistake. I've never done anything like it before. I love my husband. I don't want to hurt my marriage."

"I don't want to hurt your marriage either, but I've been so lonely since I moved. We're away from home here in Atlanta. No one will ever know. We'll just have dinner and take a walk in public."

She waffled. "How can we do that? Won't the others suspect something?"

"You could tell them that you're tired and want to eat in your room tonight. I've been paying attention to the PA today, and I'll indicate that I've got a date. We can both go out the back way to the parking garage."

"I'm not sure."

"Come on. Do you want another evening with Walt's leering jokes? I've got a tip on a nice restaurant near a park where we can go walking afterwards."

"Well, okay. Just dinner. I'll need to change and call Michael first."

All of them stopped early, so Julie found herself sitting in her room about 6PM, getting ready to call Michael. She was thinking of calling Bob and cancelling dinner. Last night she could blame on too much booze. Tonight was planned and even though he said 'Just dinner', she knew he was hoping for another roll in the hay as part of the date. 

That was the other thing. She may have been mad at Michael and that contributed to last night's indiscretion, but she had no wish to break up her marriage or home. Tonight's plans seemed more serious. Holly had a soccer game tonight so she dialed Michael's cell phone.

"Hey, how did the game go?"

"A tie. We scored once, and the game was played mostly in their end of the field, but we just couldn't get it into the net again. We're all out for pizza again. How was your day?"

"Michael, could you grab this?" Julie heard Jolene's voice in the background. That bitch was after Michael again, and he was probably lapping it up. How many times had he screwed her this year?

"Honey, are you still there?"

"Sorry, something distracted me. Today was quiet. We're retesting all the problems that we found. Many of them are fixed, but I don't think they'll all be fixed before we leave."

"I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow."

"Michael, want another piece of pizza?" That goddamn simpering female voice again.

"I'm looking forward to getting home, too. Look, it's sort of noisy there. See you tomorrow night. Bye."

Julie walked to her closet and pulled out a wrap-around denim skirt and a camisole. It wouldn't compare to the outfits that you'd see in a club, but it was the sexiest outfit she had. The cami wouldn't need a bra. Finally, she pulled out a pair of light blue lacy panties before she got in the shower.

Fifteen minutes later she called Bob. "I'm ready."

"I'll go down and get the car now. Give me about ten minutes and I'll be waiting on the street."

"Okay."

Thirty minutes later they were sitting at a table in an older house that had been converted into a restaurant. "Bob, if you ran into Fred or Walt's wife somewhere, you wouldn't mention the trip to the strip club, would you?"

Bob looked across the table. Julie was sitting straight up, not resting against the chair back. "No, why?" 

"What happens in Atlanta stays in Atlanta, right? I mean, we've enjoyed ourselves, but we know nothing serious is going on, right?" She had to make sure he understood.

"Of course. Two adults away from home who enjoy each other's company. That's all."

Julie leaned back in her chair. "You seem to have a flair for picking out wine. Recommend something that I would like with fish."

They continued talking easily through the meal and into desert including a Bailey's and coffee. "Your story about the nude beach, did you and your wife ever go again?"

"Well, that happened on the first day we were in Cannes. The next couple of days we toured up through Provence, saw them picking flowers for perfume, had good food, did all the touristy things. Then we ended up back in Cannes. She suggested we go back to the beach again. I said okay. I mean if your wife is dragging you off to look at naked women, what's to complain about."

"We plopped down beside another pair of girls. Michelle struck up a conversation with them. They were from England and Michelle just loves London so they were chattering on. I actually dozed off with all these nude women around. When I woke up, Michelle and these two English birds were off frolicking in the Mediterranean. I watched for a while. They were ducking each other and playing tag and so forth. Once one of the English gals tackled her pal and dragged her down. Then all of a sudden they were kissing while Michelle watched. After that they were each trying to tackle the others for a while before they came back. The girls left shortly afterwards. We stayed another half hour and left, too."

"I can't imagine going to a nude beach," Julie said.

"Well, when you're young you do wild and crazy things. Or maybe wild and crazy things show you're young."

After they finished dinner, he drove them to Chastain Park. "The park is open until 11 every evening. There are lots of joggers and walkers around even after the early evening sports teams are gone."

Julie could see a girl's softball game going on across the street as they walked up a hill through a picnic area. "It's a pleasant night for a stroll. Good spring weather."

Bob took her hand. "Being with you makes any weather pleasant."

Julie smiled, but didn't reply. They walked along holding hands for a few minutes. 

"Why don't we sit over hear for a little while." Bob directed them towards a picnic shelter in the shadows away from the path. He sat down and pulled her onto his lap. Then he kissed her. After a minute she broke apart and looked around guiltily.

"No one can see us," he said, sensing her unease. She realized that was true, and turned to begin kissing him again. One of his hands covered her breast on top of her camisole. A thumb began caressing the nipple. She opened her eyes without breaking the kiss and glanced around, but then closed them again as he tweaked her nipple. She moaned.

He pulled a strap off one shoulder and exposed her breast. She panicked momentarily. His mouth covered her breast and sent a flood of hormones into her bloodstream as she recognized how risky and naughty this was. Soon he pulled the other strap down and moved to that nipple. She started to cover the abandoned nipple.

"No." He said it gently but firmly as the brushed her hand away from the bare breast. 

Wild and crazy things show you're young, she thought.

After a minute or two he moved back to the first nipple. Then he kissed her again. He didn't let her pull either strap back up. When he broke the kiss, he spoke. "Stand up and straddle me"

She knew where he was going. It was dangerous and wild and crazy. She wanted to feel young again.

They kissed again as he reached between her legs. His finger moved lightly over the nylon. She had soaked the material and she knew he could feel her excitement. He pulled the crotch to one side as his middle finger rubbed her clitoris lightly. 

She moaned. Then she tugged his belt open. He rearranged his fingers. The little one held her panties out of the way; two more slipped inside her; and his thumb circled her clit. She moaned louder into his mouth. She felt him take his cock out and she raised up so he could place it at her entrance.

They rocked together for a few minutes, not much friction but a lot of feeling. He braced his arms on the bench and clasped his hands together so that she could sit on them. Then he started driving up into her. She rested her chin on his shoulder and her breath was raspy in his ear. As she felt her orgasm approach she glued her mouth to his. She briefly went rigid. When she slumped down she felt his cock jerking inside her. A minute later she stood up and pulled her panties back in place so his cum wouldn't run down her legs.

"Let's go back to the hotel," she said.

Going back in was the reverse of earlier. He dropped her on the street. After he gave the car to the valet, he went to her room. She pulled him in the door and trapped him against the wall with a kiss. His hands went to the belt of the terrycloth robe she had put on. "I love your skin," he said as his hands slid under the robe up her back.

"It feels so good with your skin rubbing across it," she replied. For the second time that night she tugged on his belt. He finished undressing as she threw the covers back on the bed. Then they fell together, two naked bodies snuggling in the middle of the bed.

Again, their second coupling was more languid than the first. Light kisses and terms on endearment were all that happened for some time.

"I love your nipples." His fingertip was lazily circling one.

"Well, duh, you're a guy."

"No, not just that. They are just perfectly formed. Some nipples are almost lost in the areola. Yours look so proud and beautiful when they're hard." He bent his neck and swiped at the near one with his tongue. "And they are so sweet like gumdrops."

"How could they have any flavor at all?"

"You wouldn't believe how the person attached to them could change the taste. A good lover always tastes sweet."

After awhile their kisses became more intense, and she felt desire begin to build again between her legs. He felt it too, and kissed down to spend a minute at each nipple before he descended lower. He shifted around until he reached the sweet juncture his tongue was seeking.

When he pulled her up on her side, she found his cock near her face. She automatically took the head in her mouth forgetting that it still had both their juices on it. When she realized what she tasted, her excitement wouldn't let her pull away. The strokes between her legs were as light as butterfly kisses. She was rising slowly towards the heights.

She wanted to give the same ecstasy to Bob. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. At the same time she stroked the base with one hand. Finally, she tickled behind his balls on the sensitive skin.

For a little while they worked on each other, both climbing upwards. Julie began to rock her hips back and forth, getting close to her orgasm. Bob sped up his assault on her clit and inserted three fingers in her pussy, slowly thrusting in and out of her wet depths. Her rocking increased. Suddenly Bob took one finger from her pussy and slid it into her butt.

Lightning flashed through her and she moaned around his cock as her orgasm swept through her body. At the same time she felt the first splash of semen on the back of her throat. Reflexively she swallowed so she could keep breathing. She swallowed each subsequent spurt, but finally rolled to her back and lay there panting, one hand still resting on his cock.

Bob turned back around and kissed her for ten or fifteen seconds before lying down beside her. "You were wonderful," he stated.

"You weren't so bad yourself." She caressed his face with one hand. "That last thing you did –"

"You mean when I used my finger in your ass? Come on we can't be embarrassed in front of each other."

"Yes, well nobody ever did that before, and it just put me right over the top. I wouldn't want that all the time, but you made me so hot tonight. It was great."

"I aim to please."

They drifted off to sleep. He woke her in the early hours and they had sex one last time before he slipped out back to his room.

Julie didn't get home until almost ten o'clock after storms delayed her flight from Atlanta. She immediately went and spoke to the kids before coming back to a long embrace with her husband. Michael could see she was worn out after fighting through afternoon traffic, flight delays and finally the drive home. "Babe, you look worn out."

"I am. Michael I know we were both looking forward to tonight, but can I take a rain check? In addition to my horrible day, I'm at the end of a little female problem." The problem of a female who's had more sex in the last two days than I usually get in a month.

"Sure honey, I'll be here tomorrow night and maybe you'll feel better then. Why don't you go take a long hot bath and relax."

She felt guilty. He was thinking about her and she was denying him because of her exploits with her lover. He smelled fresh and she knew he had shaved and showered in hopes of bedding her tonight. 

She felt somewhat refreshed after her bath. When she saw him lying in the bed reading she decided that he deserved something. "I'm so glad to be back home," she said as she snuggled in beside him.

"I'm glad to have you back." He put his arm around her shoulders as he continued to read.

She reached over and stroked his thigh. Her hand slipped up and brushed lightly over his limp cock before descending again. She repeated the movement again. The third time she left her hand on his member and tickled it a little.

"I thought you had problems?"

"I do, but it's been so long and you've done very well around the house this week. You deserve something." His cock lengthened under her touch. She reached into the boxers he was wearing and used a fingernail to tease the head.

Michael groaned. It had been months since she had initiated sex. He couldn't remember the last time she did him without any thought of repayment.

"Do you like that? What about this?" She flipped the covers back and pulled the muscle into the air. Then she bent and took the head in her mouth. She made wet, slurping sounds as she bathed it.

"Oh, honey, that's so good." He hadn't done anything since Monday night, but the memories of the phone sex had given him many sexy dreams, both asleep and awake.

She pulled her mouth off the now wet cock and moved so that she could begin jacking him easily. "You're so big and hot. I like to look at you and know I excite you."

"I can't tell you how much you excite me. Monday night was really good."

"Did you take care of things here after I hung up?"

"With that vision of you getting undressed and then standing nude, I just had to. You know what else I thought of Monday?"

"What?"

"Remember just after we bought the house on Wendover and you called me in from cutting the grass?"

It had been a long time since she thought of that. Those days were so happy and carefree. "Yes, I was naughty that day."

"But I loved you so much for it."

"Would you love me for this?" She bent over and began using her lips on the head while continuing to stroke with one hand.

He couldn't last very long with these images swirling in his big head and her tongue swirling around his little head. "Oh, honey, honey," he moaned as he began to cum.

The first jolt surprised her. She started to pull away, but then stopped. If she liked it with Bob, why not give Michael a treat. She swallowed it all. When he finished she went to the bathroom and rinsed her mouth. He cuddled her when she got back as they drifted off to sleep.

Saturday they did enjoy a long session. He returned Friday night's oral favor until she climaxed and then she orgasmed again while he rode her. Monday she attacked him in bed and they enjoyed a mutually satisfying 69, although she didn't swallow this time. Wednesday they got together again and also on Friday and Saturday. After that the frequency returned to normal as Julie pushed her guilt into the back of her mind.

A little bit over a month after Julie returned from Atlanta, Bob stopped by her office. He pushed her door closed before speaking.

"I need someone to talk to. Just talk. Would you have a quick drink with me after work this week?"

"I don't know if that's a good idea."

"Please? You know I don't have any friends here yet. I'm going crazy in my apartment without an adult to talk to. Just one drink. Not more than thirty minutes of your time. In a public place. Please?"

He looked so lonely and miserable. "Well today's Tuesday, and on Tuesdays and Thursdays I have to pick up my kids after school. Plus today Holly has a soccer game. I'll think about it."

When Julie got in her minivan, she did think about it. Nothing good can come from meeting Bob. What if somebody that I know sees me? Michael and I are getting along better now. He's paying more attention to me. I'll just tell Bob no. What happens in Atlanta stays in Atlanta.

She got to the school and went out to the soccer field. Soon she was talking with the other mothers in the bleachers. When the game started, she looked around for Michael. He was standing on the sidelines. Jolene was hanging all over him.

As Julie watched, Michael said something and Jolene laughed and put her hand on Michael's arm. A little later, Holly scored and Jolene threw her arms around Michael and hopped up and down rubbing her boobs against him and somehow contorting so she could rub her cunt on his hip. Yes, that's what she is, a cunt.

Bob showed up in her office after lunch on Wednesday. "How about that drink tonight?"

"Well, okay. Perhaps if we left a little late?"

"OK. Why don't we plan to leave about 5:45." 

"Just for a short while, one drink."

"That'll be great."

After Bob left she reached for the phone. "Michael? I've got to work late tonight. Can you take care of the kids?" At least he couldn't be with that slut tonight.

Bob was at the door to Julie's office about 5:40. "You ready?"

"Where to," she asked.

"Well, probably not Black's." It was the local watering hole. If they showed up there, tongues might wag. "Why don't we go to MacLean's on Argonne."

"I know where Argonne is, but I don't know MacLean's."

"It's a steakhouse with a separate bar. Why don't you follow me?"

"Okay. I'll meet you downstairs in five."

MacLean's was a traditional steakhouse. Dark wood paneling, plush carpets, and low ceilings kept the noise down and the lighting dim. Julie and Bob sat across from each other in a booth in the bar.

Julie was enjoying herself. Bob was listening to her closely as she related incidents from her college years. She was sipping her second drink slowly so she could stay longer. A third drink would have kept her from driving.

"So there was my college roommate with one guy in bed with her and her fiancée passed out drunk and naked on the floor." Julie laughed remembering the scene. "I never did get a straight answer as to how that happened, but a year later I was a bridesmaid at her wedding."

"Are they still married?"

"I don't keep in close touch with her, but I get a Christmas card every year with both names and now three children on it."

Suddenly some music started up. "Good evening folks. This is the Lewis Ramsey Trio, here tonight for your listening pleasure."

She looked back to see the trio behind a tiny dance floor. They started with a version of Venus.

"Want to dance?" Bob asked.

A fast song seemed safe. "Sure." She had not thought about this, but she was dressed for dancing. She had a handkerchief skirt on and high heels. She realized that she made an attractive sight as she twirled and her hips swished back and forth. When she faced Bob again, she could see the yearning in his eyes.

They danced to the next one also, Love the One You're With. When the trio started I Can't Stop Loving You, she moved into his arms and put her head on his shoulder. The song wasn't half through when she looked up at him. "I think we need to go someplace more private."




Forty isn't Old if You're a Tree Ch. 02



Bob didn't say anything. He led her towards the door. As soon as they got outside, he bent and kissed her for about twenty seconds. "Let's take my car and I'll bring you back here."

In ten minutes they were inside his apartment. His fingers dropped her skirt to the floor. Her fingers popped his trouser button and pulled the zipper apart. Her high heels and his shoes fell near each other on the carpet. She shed her blouse at his bedroom door. They were both nude when they reached the bed.

She was so wet that by the second thrust his pubic hair was moistened by her secretions. She locked her ankles behind his back so that they both pushed at each other. It didn't take long. He began to come in her and an instant later he felt her pussy contracting about his cock. They rolled apart and lay there panting for a few minutes.

When he rolled over and licked at her breast, she could feel his half-hard cock on her thigh. "I love your gumdrops." He licked the other nipple and then twisted around to kiss her thigh as his hands smoothed the skin on her calf.

She rolled to her side and reached for his cock. This time, she knew what was coming. She savored the salty tang of his jism and the sweet stickiness of her own wetness. She began bobbing her head, taking about half his length on each movement.

The wet sounds from both ends of the bed continued. She was beginning to feel the stirrings of her next orgasm as she reached to tickle his balls. He slipped a third finger into her pussy as he continued to suck her clit.

She became more frenzied as the heat in her belly increased. In her sex haze she thought of one last trick. She continued to jack him, but took her mouth off his cock for an instant to wet her fingers tickling his balls. Then returning to her bobbing she reached between his cheeks and stuck a finger in his ass. Almost instantly he began cumming.

He returned the favor. Her hips jerked spasmodically as the flame flickered through her body. He turned around and they both lay resting for awhile. He began murmuring in her ear. "I love being with you. Your skin excites me; your breasts excite me; your pussy excites me. How your pussy looks, how it feels, how it tastes. Everything about you excites me."

"I like being with you, too. You are so great in bed. And your – your – " She couldn't believe it when she heard herself. "Your cock is so wonderful. I like it inside me, inside my mouth and inside my – pussy."

They cuddled and stroked some more. She finally got up and looked at her watch. "It's after nine o'clock! We've got to get out of here." A mad dash took her back to her car and home before ten.

It was Wednesday afternoon two weeks later and Michael felt like a great weight had been lifted from him. Jack, the plant manager, had called him in and told him that the head office had cancelled the fourth rollout. Test market acceptance had been poor, so they were reworking the idea. Maybe next year.

Michael almost shouted for joy. Not only would he not have to perform a fourth miracle, but since the first three rollouts had been on time, he was now assured of a full bonus. Since all the rollouts had all been under budget and at the top of the quality specs, he also had a good shot at a Superior rating and a double bonus.

It seemed like months since Julie and he had gone out without kids. He decided to drive to her office and take her to dinner. On a Wednesday they'd probably just do Applebee's while calling the kids to order their own pizza. Still, a little celebration was in order.

Michael got caught at the traffic light trying to make a left turn into the street where Julie's office was. As he waited for the light to cycle through again, he thought he saw Julie come out to the parking lot with some guy. She was laughing as they both got into their cars. He watched the gray BMW and Julie's tan minivan leave the lot, but she turned the opposite way from their house. At the first corner the BMW turned and Julie followed. By the time he finally turned left and got to the last corner he had seen her at, neither she nor the BMW were in sight.

He made the turn anyway and was slowly cruising down the street when his cell rang. It was Julie.

"Hi," she greeted him, "How are you doing?"

"Fine, I'm –"

"Honey, I'm sorry," she interrupted him. "I've got to work a little late tonight. We've had trouble with the system. The Atlanta guys got it fixed, but Susan and Bill are working with me to get caught up so we can get the tax reports in tomorrow. We'll probably work 'till seven-thirty or eight, but then I feel like I ought to take them out as a thank-you. We'll hit Black's down the street here for dinner and a drink or two. I should be home by ten or a little before."

"Oh, OK."

"Can you handle the kids?"

"Sure. I'll take off now and keep them from killing each other."

"Thanks. I love you."

"Love you, too. Be careful and don't have too many white wines."

"Not when I'm driving. See you later."

He looked at the phone after she disconnected. Maybe he hadn't seen the right car. He turned around and drove back by her office. Almost no cars were still in the lot, certainly not a tan Honda Odyssey. What was going on?

He called Papa John's and ordered enough pizza for a growing boy, a teenage girl (was Holly dieting this week or not?) and himself. Michael cruised slowly home.

When Bob closed the door to his apartment behind Julie, a flurry of clothes flew into the air from the entrance hall to the bedroom door. A few kisses as skin molded to skin and then he was entering her. She had been anticipating submitting since she slid behind her steering wheel. The liquid heat between her legs welcomed him and she rapidly climbed to the first orgasm of the evening. After he exploded inside while she was still feeling contractions, they cuddled for a few minutes.

"Bob, that was great. I've been looking forward to this since you asked me yesterday. It's so spontaneous and fun with you. Really exciting." Getting away with something adds more spice, too.

"You are just so beautiful," Bob replied. She is pretty, but she is older than I am, he thought. I must be gallant, and compliments are so little compared to the excellent sex I'm enjoying.

"I love your skin." He was caressing the underside of one breast. He was always fascinated to see a woman's nipple wake up. "And the way you feel. I want to taste you now."

He leaned over and tongued the nearest nipple. Lightly licking, his mouth traveled to the other peak where his tongue lapped until that nipple awoke also. Then he alternated kisses and licks as his head moved down her belly.

When he got to her belly-button, he licked a circle around the indentation, then he stuck his tongue in the middle. Her muscles rippled and she giggled, then laughed.

"No, no! Don't do that." She pushed on his head as she laughed again.

He happily continued lower. He slowly licked lower until he got to her soft fur. He swirled his tongue randomly around her curls, moving back and forth and up and down. He laid his head down and extended his tongue into the top of her fold and wiggled it back and forth.

When he did that, she reached down and pulled on his hip. He turned slowly and they moved into the classic position. His prick was partially hard again, and she moved it back and forth feeling the velvet over steel. At the same time she trailed the fingers of her other hand gently through his hair and around his balls. 

She felt his tongue dive deep inside her. Oh, god! Her temperature rose whenever he licked her after his ejaculation. He must really care for her to do that. She also wondered if she were turned on by the thought of gay sex and this was as close as she would ever get.

She licked at random spots on his thighs, twirled her tongue through his curls and tasted the saltiness of his balls. Finally, she took the crown into her mouth. She could easily taste both her juice and his jism. The combined flavors gave her another jolt of heat between her legs.

Soon she was bobbing up and down on the head of his prick. At the same time she used her hand around the base to provide more friction. Now they began to drive each other higher. The more he licked her, the faster she sucked and bobbed on him. She was going higher and higher. Suddenly Bob pushed a finger into her ass. She couldn't do anything as her orgasm coursed through her body. Her legs clamped down on his head and her lips loosened from the prick in her mouth.

She didn't need to do anything more for him anyway. Bob was too far gone also and began to come. The first two spurts went into her mouth. As she rolled onto her back, totally spent, the next spurts landed on her breasts and the final dribble ran down her arm.

Bob turned back around and they cuddled for a few minutes, but Julie was too excited. She began to nibble on his chest and fondle his prick. "I want to fuck you one more time before I go," she whispered in his ear. Bob obliged giving her another orgasm as she rode him.

Julie left Bob's apartment around nine-thirty. She was still excited. She could have stayed with Bob having sex all night, but she needed to get home before Michael got suspicious. "I should get home in time to kiss the kids goodnight," she thought as she opened the door to the car and got in. 

Julie got caught at the first stoplight. She felt dampness begin to grow again under her panties. Even though she had taken a quick, cool shower to get Bob's smell off her and his spunk out of her, she was still hot.

As she accelerated down the street, she wondered if she could get Michael to suck her pussy after he had come in her. Then she remembered the thought about gay sex. She wondered if Bob had ever sucked on another dick. Suddenly an image of Bob and Michael in a sixty-nine popped into her head and a thrill went through her. She remembered her own taste on Bob. She didn't mind it, even enjoyed it. What did Ann taste like? Wow, this last six weeks had really loosened up her approach to sex.

"Hi, I'm home." Julie saw Michael in the kitchen and called out to him as she rushed up the stairs just in time to kiss the kids goodnight. He was waiting for her when she came back down.

"I've got some good news," he said as he moved to kiss her. He pushed his tongue into her mouth. She didn't taste fresh, but he wasn't going to ruin the moment. "My last product introduction of the year was cancelled today. Not my fault, the guys upstairs called it off."

"And?" Julie didn't make any connection immediately.

"And that means my bonus will be based on the three introductions I did do. They were all on time and under budget. Our bonus is locked up. Since I was under budget, maybe even a double bonus."

"Oh, Michael that is wonderful." She hugged him and then kissed him again, just a peck this time.

"I was thinking that we might have something to celebrate tonight." He cupped one of her breasts.

"Let me go take a quick shower and get the office grunge off me." This was so great. Both of my lovers in one night, and neither one would know how hot I am with the other. She hurried to their bedroom.

Michael had showered and shaved earlier in hopes of a successful outcome. He was in his robe and boxers on the sofa watching a rerun when Julie returned.

"Guess who," she covered his eyes with her hands.

"Sharon Stone? Angelina Jolie?"

"Oh, you!" She flopped over the arm rest into his lap. She was wearing the red fuck-me negligee that she kept for special occasions like their anniversary.

He enfolded her in his arms as he pushed his tongue into her mouth again. He could taste the mint from their toothpaste this time. They necked for a few minutes and he caressed her chest over the negligee carefully avoiding her nipples. Finally, he could wait no longer. He reached down and gathered up the hem of the garment. Slowly pulling it up while they enjoyed another kiss, he half-expected her to make him stop and go to the bedroom. Soon though, he was able to duck his head and kiss her rosy points.

"Oh, Michael," she breathed. She pulled his mouth more firmly against her, and he began to tongue her nipples.

"Harder," she commanded. She infrequently requested this. He lashed her nipples back and forth for a couple of minutes alternating sides several times. She reached down between them and pulled his prick out.

"I need you now." She shifted quickly and straddled him. Poised above him, she pushed his prick back and forth between her lower lips to separate them and lubricate the head. Then she began to lower herself on him. By the third time down she had buried him completely. She hunched slowly at first and then gradually faster.

Michael was going crazy. It had been so long since they were this wild. He felt her sucking at his shoulder. He knew he would have a hickey in the morning, but hoped it would be hidden under his shirt collar. He ran his hands up and down her back and then settled them on her butt underneath the nightgown.

She felt his hands massaging her ass cheeks. His fingers slipped over her crack. Would he put a finger in there? She had fussed at him so often before, but tonight she wanted it. She gyrated up and sideways hoping he would touch her there. "Oh, yes," she breathed in his ear.

Michael felt her move oddly and then suddenly her rear entry was under one of his fingers. He was afraid to do anything. On earlier evenings she had gotten mad and it had ruined the night. He was frozen, but then he realized his finger was still there and if anything she was getting wilder. He pressed lightly against the rubbery ring. She bit him again and he pressed deep.

Julie was burning up. She reached down to the hem of the negligee and pulled upward tossing it to one side, not even stopping her frantic up and down movements. Then she pressed a boob to Michael's mouth. He was able to cover most of it. "Bite it," she commanded.

This was better than any bonus that Michael had ever gotten. He gently tugged on her nipple with his teeth. Almost immediately he felt contractions around the finger in her ass. Then came softer contractions around his prick. 

"Ooooh," Julie moaned in his ear. She felt him thrust hard up inside her and then the pulsations as he shot off. They both slumped down together. In a few minutes she felt him soften and begin to slip out. "I think my hubby deserves a special reward tonight," she whispered.

She stood, then stepped forward separating his knees. Kneeling down in front of him, she grasped his half-hard prick and began to jack. After a few strokes she grabbed the waistband of his boxers. "You need to be more comfortable."

Once the boxers were gone, she tugged on him until he was slumped down enough that his butt was on the edge of the couch. His prick was now three-quarters recovered. When she leaned forward and took the crown in her mouth while continuing to jack him, he finished recovering.

Michael couldn't believe this. He didn't think she had ever given him head after they had made love. Now she was sucking on the head which was covered with both their juices and she was stroking him with one hand. As she cradled his balls with the other hand, he became more excited. When one finger from that hand slipped underneath and rubbed his asshole, he knew he wouldn't last very long.

"Oh, honey," he cried and came in her mouth.

She held the head in her lips until his spurts turned to dribbles. Then she let his prick drop as she obviously swallowed twice. Then she leaned forward and put her lips on his.

Michael was surprised and started to turn his head. He figured out at the last moment that if he did, this might never happen again. Besides, he thought, it's my own, not like I'm eating somebody else's. So they swapped tongues and he tasted the saltiness and felt the egg-white consistency of his own spunk.

"Honey, I got so hot doing that. Can you help me out?"

"With pleasure." He reached between her legs and began teasing her slit. 

She crawled up on the couch and pulled his head down to her boob. "Oh, baby! You know just how to make me feel good."

She directed his head to her other boob, and held him there for a minute or two. Then she gently pushed him downward. "Honey, you're so good with that tongue. Lick me some."

He had already tasted his spunk in her mouth; he figured this was just a different set of lips to French kiss. When she went over the top a few minutes later, they were both done for the night.



Forty isn't Old if You're a Tree Ch. 03



My thanks to my editor MistressPenelope. Without her this would be a worse story. After her the mistakes are mine.

****

The next morning Michael was sitting in his office staring at his coffee cup. Last night was unbelievable. 

In fact it was so unbelievable that he had to believe something was going on. They hadn't done anything so wild and crazy since before Holly started school. And some of the things they did last night? She let him, no; she WANTED him to finger her butt. For the second time she let him come in her mouth and she SWALLOWED. Then she ASKED him to lick her. She had done that before, but rarely.

She was so hot, Michael didn't think that she did anything last night with her 'boyfriend', but she had to be getting close to doing something. From what he saw, he guessed that she worked with this 'boyfriend'. All of a sudden he remembered that two weeks before, on a Wednesday, Julie had worked late. He had to know more before next Wednesday.

By lunchtime he had formed a plan. Reviewing the plan, he thought it seemed more like something out of a spy novel than something that would work, but he didn't know what else to try. 

At 4:30 he cruised past the parking lot at Julie's office. Since it was Thursday, she should have left about 3:30, but he needed to be sure. He didn't see her Odyssey. He circled the block and pulled into the parking lot. He spotted the gray BMW and drove in that direction. Someone had left early, so he got a space just two spots over from the Beemer.

Michael got out and wandered around the gray car memorizing the model and license plate. When he got back in his Civic, he wrote the information down. He had no idea what to do with it since he didn't know any policemen, but the private eyes on TV always did that.

At 5:00 people began to leave the building. Michael could not see the entrance, being to one side, but there was about fifty yards from the corner of the building to the Beemer. By 5:15 almost half the cars were gone, but the gray metal was still there. At 5:20 he noticed a male walking this way that was about the height of the guy he saw yesterday.

Michael got out of his car and pretended to be locking the door. When the man got close, Michael started walking toward the building being sure to pass close by the guy to get a good look at him. Once he passed by, Michael started walking faster toward the building.

"Hey, do you guys know who owns that gray BMW that just left?" Michael addressed the lobby guards.

"Gray BMW?"

"Yeah, he just left. Maybe a 3-series, last year or year before. I scraped his bumper when I parked. I must have passed him walking out when I was coming in. I'd like to get in touch with him so I can make it right."

"I think that's Bob Shelton's car. Right Jim?"

"Yeah, I think so," replied the other guard.

"Bob Shelton?" Michael took a pen out of his pocket. "Do you guys have something to write on?"

They gave him a sheet of paper and he wrote down the name. He tore the sheet of paper in half and wrote Joseph L. Williams 204-432-8755 on the other half. "Do you guys have his phone number? Can you give him this tomorrow when he comes in?"

"His extension number here is 4328," one of the guards replied. "We'll be sure he gets this note."

"Thanks, guys." Michael punched the elevator button for the third floor. He got off there and walked back down. The fire door let him onto the parking lot. He got back in his car. Just call me James Bond, he thought.

The next day at work Michael tracked down a copy of the current phone book. No entry for Robert Shelton. He probably only has a cell phone like so many people these days.  Well, if all else fails, try the internet. A Google search turned up an RW Shelton and a check of MapQuest put RW in the right area of town for Julie's office.

On Tuesday Michael dialed Julie. "Hey, babe. I've got to work a little late tonight. I'll just grab a sandwich and bring it back to the office for supper. Love you, too. "

Later that afternoon Michael made another trip to Julie's office. This time he parked down the street waiting for Bob Shelton to get in the gray BMW. He would follow Bob back to his apartment or house. Since he had told Julie that he was working late, he was prepared to wait for Bob outside any bar or restaurant he might frequent on the way home.

A few minutes after five, Bob walked out and got in the BMW. Michael followed him at some distance. Assuming he had the right address he could follow along the best route from office to apartment that Bob would use and not be noticed. He kept him in sight in case he stopped, but fifteen minutes later he followed Bob into an apartment complex and saw a gray BMW. Driving slowly by, he verified the tag number.

It wasn't even six o'clock. Michael decided to get some dinner. He remembered a steakhouse, he thought the name was MacLean's, a few blocks back. When he entered the restaurant, he was told that he could wait twenty minutes for a table or he could go into the bar and order there.

The bar was about half full when he sat down.

"I'll have a Sam Adams and a menu, please," he said to the bartender.

"I like Sam Adams Stout," a female voice floated into his ear.

Turning he saw a mid-thirties blonde, medium height, curvy, in a pantsuit. "I rarely order that out," he replied. "It's not often bars have it, even by the bottle."

"Yeah, but I travel here so often, that I've tried all the restaurants around and discovered that they carry it here."

"Really? What do you do?"

The conversation continued as he ordered and she also ordered and they ate together at the bar. After two hours and a Stout after his plain Sam Adams, he thought he ought to be going. "Well, I need to be getting along."

"Oh, me too," she replied looking at her watch. "I only have to walk across the street to the Marriott, but I've got a client at 9AM."

They parted at his car in the parking lot. As he drove home, Michael realized that he could have sampled the beds in the Marriott. "Or maybe that's wishful middle-aged thinking."

All day Wednesday Michael waited for the call from Julie. But when he got home a little after six, she was in the kitchen finishing the casserole for the microwave. All four of them sat down to a nutritious dinner. Michael was relieved. 

After dinner, he was helping Julie in the kitchen. "Let's go on a picnic with the kids this weekend. We haven't done that in a while. I passed a park on the way home where families were playing and picnicking. It reminded me of the picnics we had when the kids were younger. We could have a lot of fun."

*****

Sunday afternoon about 2, Julie was covering up the leftover food. As she sat on the blanket, she could see Michael and the kids playing Frisbee. They were laughing and teasing. She couldn't believe how beautiful Holly was. Later this year she would be sixteen, the age she had been told she could start dating. The boys would be lined up. And Mike was clearly growing up. He was still shorter than his dad, but he would get there soon. It seemed like yesterday that Mike was breastfeeding and Michael had stayed up all night with Holly who had the flu, so that Julie could rest and avoid the germs.

She also remembered Holly's first science project. Michael had come up with the idea and had coached Holly through the construction and experiments leading to an 'A' grade. That was the same year he had rented a room at a quaint hotel in the mountains. The kids had a connecting room and once they were down, she had showered and put on a sexy nightgown purchased just for the trip. There was a full moon and she and Michael had sat in a lounge chair on the balcony and started making out. She eventually pulled his cock from his boxers and rubbed it along her slit. She was so hot; she knew that if she straddled him she would cum almost immediately, screaming to the world and attracting attention. She led him inside. Even there, she needed to pull a pillow over her face not to be heard in the hall.

She made a decision. She needed to end it with Bob and work on her marriage. She could make Michael give up Jolene and they could make it to their fiftieth anniversary. She'd break it off the next time she and Bob got together.

After they got back from the picnic, Julie felt like she had to talk to someone. She snuck away where Michael wouldn't hear her and called Ann. "Ann, can you go to dinner tomorrow night, just you and me?" She was whispering.

"Yeah, sure." Ann had a quizzical note in her voice.

"Call me back in five. I'll let Michael answer and then you ask for me and ask if we can go out tomorrow night."

"Okay."

*****

Ann did as asked and Monday night found the two women in a booth in a little bistro near their homes. "What was all that setup for last night?" Ann was curious.

"It's a long story. I wanted Michael to know you had asked me to go to dinner in case he started wondering."

Michael was wondering. About twenty minutes after Julie left, he called Ann's house. "Hi, Bill. Is Ann there?"

"No, Michael. She and Julie were meeting for dinner. You need something?"

"I was hoping to catch Julie. I forgot to ask her something." At least if she was meeting Bob Shelton, she was covering her tracks well. Perhaps this was just what she said it was. "Look, don't say anything about this call to Julie or Ann. They'd just think I was a clueless husband."

"Don't I know that feeling! Okay, have a good night."

Back at the bistro Ann was even more curious as the first drinks slipped by. "You want to tell me? We've got all night for a long story."

"Michael is cheating. He's been seeing Jolene for most of a year."

"I can't believe that. How do you know?"

"I've seen the way they are together, and Michael's had to work a lot of 'overtime' since last summer. I think it's been going on since then. And they were together when I had to go down to Atlanta."

"When?"

"That Thursday, after Holly's soccer game."

"But all the parents went out together with the team for pizza. Afterwards, I saw Michael drive the kids off in one direction and Jolene left in the other. I think you're wrong."

"Michael doesn't lie well. When I spoke to him about it he denied it, of course. But a wife knows. So I'm getting back at him, uh, I'm thinking of getting back at him."

Ann immediately noticed the slip. "You haven't done anything have you?"

"No, uh, uh –"

"You have! I've been your friend since high school. I can't believe you did something like this."

"I wouldn't have if he hadn't been slipping it to Jolene." Julie was defiant now.

"What have you done?"

"In Atlanta, after I knew he was with Jolene, I had more than my usual limit of drinks. One of the guys came on to me and I guess I got carried away." She had just lied to Ann. How sure am I of what is happening?

"Julie! Even if Michael was cheating, that's no way to solve the problem. At least it was in Atlanta and not here." Julie's face changed for just a second. "No! Don't tell me you're doing it with someone here, too."

"The same guy actually. He was down in Atlanta helping to test the software, too. But I've decided to end it."

"That's good. Why?"

"We all went on a picnic yesterday. I saw how happy the kids were with Michael. I remembered the good times we had. I want that back again. So I'm going to break it off, the next time I'm with him. Michael will never know."

"No! You've got to quit now, without anymore meetings. It'll be easier. You don't think Michael suspects something like you suspect something?"

"You know husbands are clueless. Some days I think I could walk around naked and he wouldn't notice if I didn't point it out."

"Oh, I bet he'd notice real quick." They both laughed.

"Well, maybe that's an exaggeration, but you know what I mean." The conversation turned to safer subjects and they both enjoyed the rest of the evening.

****

"Michael, I've got to work late tonight." Julie was calling in the middle of the following Wednesday afternoon.

The words hit Michael like a punch in the solar plexus. He couldn't respond immediately.

"Michael, are you there?"

He finally pulled himself together and tried to give her some broad hints about what he was thinking. "Gee, honey, I was looking forward to having dinner with you and the kids. You've worked so many Wednesday nights recently. Can't you get out of this one?"

"You know we've got to get this new system implemented. It's not my fault that there are still problems that need to be fixed; that means I have to work extra after they are fixed." The lust that was building between Julie's thighs deafened her to the warning Michael was giving.

"Yes, I know, but we haven't had dinner as a family all week. I was hoping that whatever was going on at your work would be over by now."

"Well, it's not," she said petulantly. "Can't you take care of the children just one night?"

"You know I can," he retorted. "I'll see you whenever you get home" and he hung up. Looking at his watch he saw that it was 4:15. It would take about forty-five minutes to get to her office if the traffic was good. He hurried out to his car and sped across town. He was parked down the block where he could see her Odyssey by 5:05. He looked around and spotted the gray BMW. Then he waited. At ten minutes of six he was about ready to give up. She must really be working tonight. But then he saw her come out of the building. Bob Shelton was with her. They both got in their cars and drove off.

Michael followed at a distance. As long as they stayed on the route to Bob's apartment, there was no reason to get close where Julie might notice his car. As they neared the destination, Michael hung back even farther. When he finally turned into the complex he drove straight to the building where Bob lived. There was the Odyssey, parked next to the gray BMW. He looked up and saw them on the top landing just before they disappeared into Bob's apartment.

He found a parking place where he could see the apartment but not too close to the cars in case they came back out. Then he started waiting again. First he called the kids and had them order in Chinese. That made him hungry despite the circumstances. After they had been inside thirty minutes, he decided he was being foolish. He knew what was going on. He didn't know what he would do if Julie and Bob came back out. He felt numb. Starting his car, he drove towards home. 

At about the same time Ann and Bill were bantering back and forth. "You husbands are all clueless," she said to him.

"Yeah, Michael and I both were talking about how you girls think we're clueless."

"Oh? When was that?" The two couples hadn't gone out together for over a month.

"Monday night when you and Julie went out to dinner. He called here looking for you or Julie. Said he meant to ask her something before she left. He told me not to mention it. That you two would think he was a clueless husband."

Oh shit, Ann thought. He suspects something. I've got to call Julie.

"Really," she replied to Bill. "Well, we love you anyway." A few minutes later, Ann slipped into their bedroom to call Julie.

"Hi, Holly, is your mother there?"

"Hi, Mrs. Williams." Holly answered the phone. "No she's not here. Dad called and said she had to work late. Mike and I ordered in Chinese."

"Is your father there, then?"

"No. He had to work late, too. I guess they just don't care if we grow up to be delinquents." She laughed.

"You're not too big that I can't still spank you if you're bad. Tell her I called." I hope she's really working late tonight, because I bet Michael is trying to find her.

"Will do, Mrs. Williams. See you later."

Ten minutes after Ann hung up Michael was passing the Mall when he decided to stop at the food court to get something to eat. He was trying to decide between Panda Express and Great Wraps when he heard a voice at his elbow.

"Michael, what are you doing here at this time of night?" He felt Jolene push her boobs against his arm.

"Hi, Jolene. I worked late and was going to get a quick bite out. Julie's working late and is eating out tonight, too." Eating out and getting eaten out. The numbness he had felt for the last two hours turned into a small flame of anger as he acknowledged what was happening.

"You shouldn't be eating alone. Let me join you."

"You haven't eaten yet?

"I have, but I'll have something to drink while you eat, if you don't mind."

"No, I'd love to have your company." 

He passed up the garlic-laden Chinese for a bland wrap and bought Jolene a Coke. The food court was moderately crowded, so when they sat at one of the tiny tables, she sat beside him. When her knee touched his, he didn't move away.

"Tell me a little about what you do," she requested. "Something in manufacturing, right?"

"I'm head of New Product Planning for our division."

"That must be fun."

"Well, sometimes it's fun. Sometimes, when tools don't arrive on time or changes come down from the head office at the last minute, it's not much fun at all."

"I bet you take care of the problems pretty easily. Do you mind?" She had picked up a piece of lettuce that had fallen out of his wrap and popped it in her mouth.

"No, go ahead." He paused to take a bite. Some of the meat squeezed out of one end on to the plate. 

"My ex has an engineering degree. Before he got into Sales, he was in Production and would tell me about how the equipment was laid out. It seemed so complicated. Do you do layouts?"

"The guys that work for me actually do the layouts." Evidently you don't have to be an engineer to do layouts. Just ask Bob Shelton. The little flame of anger grew into a small blaze in Michael's head. "This year has been easier than I thought it was going to be. We planned to do four new products, usually we do one. I got through the first three on time and under budget, and the big boys cancelled the fourth."

"Wow. You normally do one and you did three? Under budget? That must make you feel real good." She put a hand on his arm and leaned forward, the low neckline of her blouse becoming very obvious.

"Well, it should result in a very good rating next month when our fiscal year ends."

"Here, you missed some." She picked up a stray piece of meat and held it up to his mouth. He took it. She pulled her greasy fingers back to her mouth and sucked. "Oh, that sauce tastes good." 

They continued to talk as he finished his sandwich. He tossed his trash away, and she continued to take sips from her drink. "Can I walk you to your car or do you have shopping to do?"

"No, I looked in some stores, but I didn't find anything that I wanted. Running into you was lucky, I guess. My car's out this way."

"Oh, mine is, too."

As they exited the mall, she tossed the drink away. "Now my hands are cold. Can you warm me up?" She wrapped her hands around his arm and pulled it against her, again rubbing her chest over his bicep.

Like good ole' BS is warming up Julie? The blaze turned into a roaring bonfire. "Let me put my arm around you. You'll be warm soon enough." Just to confirm her intention, he decided to try an old frat party trick. He put his arm further around her waist than necessary. Then in two steps he let it drift up until it was touching her bra. Another step and he pulled her between two cars and kissed her.

"I've got a key to my company's condo. Let's go there."

"I'd love to," she replied.

Michael steered them to his car. As he held the door for Jolene, they kissed again. After he started the car she put her hand on his thigh and began stroking lightly. It took fifteen minutes to get to the company condo. By that time Michael was so hard as to be uncomfortable in his slacks.

"Is anybody here?" Michael called out as they entered. The condo was used for visitors to the plant. Michael had a key because he sometimes slept there if he worked late at the plant. The rooms were dark.




Forty isn't Old if You're a Tree Ch. 03



He flicked on a light switch and kicked off his shoes as they kissed lightly again. He turned on the stereo to a light jazz station and began unbuttoning his shirt as he pulled her towards the bedroom. She also reached for the buttons on her blouse.

"No!" Michael pulled her hands down. "I'll do that."

He pushed one hand behind her back and then the other. He held them there while he began unbuttoning her blouse. He noticed her breathing increase. When he looked in her eyes, he could see a wildness there that was more than just lust. He finished with the buttons and pulled her into the bedroom. "Now, take off your blouse and bra."

She did as he asked.

"Tug on your nipples. Make them stand up."

She moaned as she did it.

"You started something in the car. You need to finish it."

She immediately dropped to her knees before him. Unbuckling his pants, she reached in and pulled his cock out. She looked up at him for a minute while stroking.

"Do it," he commanded.

She took him into her mouth. With the first three back-and-forth movements, she was deep-throating him. She slowed but didn't stop as she used her free hand to send his slacks and boxers south. He stepped out of them being sure not to pull his cock out of the warm wet that it was feeling.

Within a couple of minutes he could feel the tingle in his balls that heralded his cumming. He rested a hand on the back of her head. "Take it now," he exclaimed as the first spurt hit her tongue. 

She kept her mouth on him, swallowing several times until he finished. She sat back on her heels and looked up at him. "Come here."

She bounced up and he kissed her hard. He cupped and then rubbed her big boobs. He didn't remember ever playing with such a large pair. Jolene could spare enough to triple Julie's size and not look any smaller. His thumb teased her nipple and she groaned.

"Get the rest of your clothes off." Moving quickly she soon stood nude by the bed.

"Do you want to cum?"

"Yes!"

"Beg me."

"Please make me cum."

"How do you want me to make you?"

"Have sex with me."

"What do you mean?"

"I want you to take me to bed."

"You've got to do better than that."

"Use that cock of yours."

"Tell me exactly what you want."

"I want you to use that big cock of yours to fuck me. FUCK ME AND MAKE ME CUM! FUCK ME UNTIL I SCREAM!"

"Okay, but you've got to get me hard first." He was getting excited again by dominating Jolene, but he wasn't there yet. She got down on her knees again.

"No. You've already done that. Put on a show for me. Show me your body. Show me ALL your body and what you do to it when you're alone." He moved to sit on the bed with his back against the headboard.

She began moving to the music coming from the sitting area. "Watch me. This body is yours to do whatever you want. I've thought about you making love to me for several months. I've thought about you licking my nipples." She lifted one breast and her tongue flicked out to tease the dark red bud on the end.

"So many nights I've wanted you, wanted to feel your touch." She slid a hand down and cupped her pussy. Then she spread her fingers and pressed one into her slit. She sucked in her breath and half-moaned. She swayed over close to him.

"I need you in here." She pushed her finger inside and made several in-and-out motions before she clamped her legs together. 

"Oh, I've wanted you. I finally got to suck you tonight." She inserted a finger from her other hand in her mouth and made slurping noises.

"Sometimes I've even thought of you back here." She pivoted slowly and brought the wet finger from her mouth behind her. As she bent over, Michael could see the tip of the finger disappear into her ass.

Suddenly he realized that he was rock-hard again. "Get on me! Ride me 'til you cum."

"Yesss," she hissed as she straddled him. Those big boobs bounced in front of his face. He cupped them in his palms feeling them jiggle. He stroked his thumbs over the nipples.

"I've got to suck on them some more." She stopped bouncing as he bent to lick first one, then the other. He switched back and forth several times. As he sucked one hand slipped down to her butt. He loved the contrast between the smooth skin under his hand and the hard protuberance in his mouth. He let his hand wander further and the fingertips slipped into the crack. One brushed over the rubbery ring there.

He stopped slurping on her nipples long enough to pull the finger around and slobber over it. Then he pushed it back around into her butt crack. At the same time he went back to her nipples, tonguing them as the first joint of his finger slipped in and out of her ass.

"I've got to move," she groaned. Her bouncing was not as vigorous as before, letting him keep sucking on her breasts. He couldn't keep in rhythm with her up and down movements, so he just pushed his finger a little farther in and left it there. He could feel her fingers on his cock and the added friction excited him more.

Jolene was moaning continually in his ear now. He could tell she was close. 

"Now Michael, now Michael, now!' She thrust herself down on him and stayed there. He felt the muscle spasms around his cock and around his finger. The final spasms brought him off and he spurted inside her. They both rolled to the side holding each other.

A little while later Michael stirred and looked at his watch. He had cum twice in the last ninety minutes, but now he needed to get home. "Jolene, this has been great, but I've got to get home."

"I thought you were wonderful. When can we do this again?" They were both scurrying around to pull on clothes.

He didn't answer immediately. The sex had diminished his rage and he was a little ashamed of what he had done.

Jolene noticed his hesitation. She walked over to him dressed in just slacks and panties. She put her hand on his crotch. "You made me cum so good. I'll mark this Wednesday down as a day to remember." She rubbed her boobs against him as she said this.

Why should I be ashamed when Julie is getting some on the side each Wednesday?  "Would you be able to meet me this Saturday? How about here at ten." 

He dropped her back at her car and made it home by 9:30.

Julie was leaving Bob about then. As she drove off, she realized that she hadn't had her good-bye talk with Bob, but she needed to get home.

*****

On Thursday afternoon Julie stared at her computer screen. An email from Bob was displayed:

Lover,

Last night was so good. I just can't get enough of your sweet nipples. The best part though is your pussy. It has the sweetest juice I've ever tasted.

Bob

She got up and closed her door. Then she called him. "Is your door closed?"

"Yes, lover."

"Bob, you shouldn't talk that way!" But she was smiling.

"Did you get my email?"

"That's why I called. I don't think you should send those to me at the office."

"Do you want me to send them to your home address?"

"Good lord, no!"

"Nobody'll find out here. I just wanted to let you know how much I enjoy you, how good a lover you are."

"Well, if that's true it's because you inspire me. But, please, let's not take any chances here."

"Okay, not often anyway." He chuckled.

Just like a guy. Give them a good roll in the hay and they're happy for a week. "I'll see you tomorrow." 

Today she was going to Holly's soccer game. She didn't have to leave early because Mike would stay at school and watch the game with her. However, she had come in early like she usually did on Thursdays, so she left at her usual Thursday time. 

As she started driving toward the school, she started thinking about her predicament. She had enough self-awareness that she realized the reason that she hadn't mentioned stopping to Bob last night is because she wanted to continue. The conversation she had just had confirmed that feeling. She pulled into MickeyD's for a Coke and time to think.

She had to stop. She knew this was middle-aged blahs, seven-year itch (except it had been 18 years), call it what you will. It wasn't love and the thought that she might break up her marriage scared her. Was it fear of the unknown or did she still love Michael? She thought back to the picnic and what she had told Ann. She had to end this before Michael found out, before her marriage went down the tubes for the sake of a few compliments and some stupid attempt to be young again.

The game had already started when she got there. She saw Mike sitting in the bleachers doing homework. She saw Michael on the sidelines cheering the good plays. Ann walked up to her as she got close to the bleachers.

"I've got to talk to you." Ann directed her away from the bleachers and the other parents. "I think Michael suspects."

"How do you know?"

Ann related the conversation with Bill. "And, of course, when Holly told me Michael was working late too; well ... You were working last night weren't you?"

"Michael was working late last night? Oh my god! When I called him yesterday to tell him that I was working over, he said something about me working a lot of Wednesdays. Oh Ann, what will I do if he's found out?"

"Let's hope he hasn't. You've got to stop this before he does."



Forty isn't Old if You're a Tree Ch. 04



My thanks to my editor MistressPenelope. Without her this would be a worse story. After her the mistakes are mine.

****

On Saturdays when he worked, Michael usually went in early arriving at the plant about 7:30. Since he wasn't meeting Jolene until 10AM, he started to set his clock for 8AM. Will Julie suspect something if I don't act like usual? He decided to follow the same routine as if he were really working.

As soon as she heard Michael going out the door Saturday, Julie got out of bed. He told me several weeks ago that the pressure was off. I'll bet he's meeting Jolene. She quickly got dressed and left to see where he was going. She cruised by his plant at 7:40. No cars in the parking lot! Then out of the corner of her eye, she saw his Camry around the side of the building. Still as she was driving home, she detoured by the company apartment. She didn't see Jolene's Mercedes anywhere.

"Hi, Mom. Where've you been?" Holly was lounging in front of the TV in her nightshirt when Julie returned.

"Just felt like donuts this morning. They're on the kitchen counter."

Michael left the plant in plenty of time. He was at the apartment by ten minutes of. Jolene, of course, was five minutes late.

As she entered the condo, she dropped an overnight case on the floor. Then Michael took her in his arms and kissed her. It was soft and wet. Their tongues chased into one mouth and then back out to the other. Meanwhile, they were sliding towards the couch. They dropped on to the couch and resumed necking. Michael slowly ran his hands over her body: her back, her hips, her tummy , around her breasts avoiding her nipples, down the top of one thigh and back up the inside of the other brushing her triangle as he moved to the buttons of her blouse.

"I like slow and easy," she breathed into his ear.

"We have more time today. I want to enjoy every inch of you, inside and out."

She giggled. "Especially in."

They might have spent fifteen minutes on the couch. By the end they were both nude. She broke a kiss and stood. "The bed's more comfortable."

During the first fuck, she rode him moving both back and forth and side to side, almost circular in motion. He also noticed her muscles clamp down on his cock. 

"So good. So good." She began to murmur over and over to him. Suddenly she sped up her motions. Her face turned into a grimace and she went rigid. He felt those muscles spasm inside her and it sent him over the top too as she trilled in his ear. She collapsed on top of him. Eventually their breathing slowed and she rolled to the side with his arm wrapped around her.

"You made me all sweaty and sticky. Let's shower."

He quickly adjusted the water and they got in. She asked him to wash her front and then she washed his. "Turn around," she commanded.

Her hands ran lightly over his back. She soaped them some more and washed his butt cheeks. Then a finger slid down his crack. The fingertip paused at his back hole and then started to worm inside. He clinched involuntarily. "I won't hurt you," she whispered. "But I need you clean inside and out." He let her in, and when she rubbed his prostate, he began to resurrect.

"Now me." He soaped her back and slid his finger inside her also.

"Mmmmm," she purred. "I had an enema this morning, but it never hurts to clean some more." She thrust back and his finger almost disappeared.

Soon they were drying off. She tossed her towel aside and grabbed his cock. "You almost ready again?" He was as she led him back to the bed.

She pushed him down to the sheets and then lay down on her side in the opposite direction. When she lifted one knee, he craned his neck in to lap at her center. He felt her lips engulf him for a few brief up-and-down moments. Her mouth left him and her tongue began to lick down his shaft. Soon she was at his balls, feathering about lightly. She enclosed one in her mouth and he felt a weird but very pleasant vibration. Then the tongue resumed its light licks moving down behind his balls. Gently he felt her separate his ass cheeks and lick between, then the wet extension pushed into his back hole. He would have come immediately if this had been their first try today, but he was able to hold off.

He did think he ought to return the favor. After a moment scootching around he licked her back there and then inside. It wasn't like licking her pussy, but it wasn't bad either, just different. 

"Yes. Lover, get me nice and wet." She went back to her own licking after that command. She also grasped his cock and began jacking it softly.

He remembered her comment from Wednesday about imagining him back there. Since Julie hadn't even let him use a finger there (until recently, he thought sourly), he hadn't tried anything else. Like most men he wondered what anal sex would be like. Maybe he would find out today.

Soon enough he felt hard as steel. Jolene must have thought so, too, because she popped off the bed. "Be right back."

She returned holding a small bottle. "Use this," she said. As he took it, she positioned herself on all fours with her knees spread near the edge of the bed. When she dropped her head down to the mattress, her ass was spread wide

He opened the bottle and squeezed some of the slippery liquid out. His fingers softly caressed it up and down her crack. Then he pushed one finger inside her, stroking in and out several times.

"Now use two fingers," she instructed. "When that's easy use three and finally four."

After he worked up to two strokes with four, he pulled his hand away. She was wide open. He quickly smeared some liquid around his cock and moved behind her. On the first thrust she was too tight, but on the second try he felt a little give and then slid in until he rested against her cheeks.

"Wait a second," she breathed out. "Okay."

He began moving in and out slowly. She was so tight. No, that wasn't exactly right, he thought. It wasn't difficult thrusting like tight too small would be. It was like she was gripping the entire length of his shaft firmly. Much more total sensation than a hand or mouth or even her vagina. And it didn't loosen up as he continued.

She started moaning. He didn't pay attention when it started. Then he realized that the moans were actual words. "AllEwain. AllEwain. All the wain. All the way in. All the way in."

She continued chanting in time to his thrusts. He reached around to finger her clit, but discovered her hand was already there. He shifted to grab a breast. After a few more minutes he felt the tension begin to build. Letting go of her breast, he put both hands on her hips. He pulled her hips back as he pushed forward.

She reached her peak before he did. The contractions on his cock were almost painful, but they hurried his climax also. Five or ten more thrusts and he felt himself spew into her bowels. When he let her go, she slipped down onto her belly. He looked down and saw the white spunk dribble out of her ass. He twisted and dropped heavily to the bed as his legs refused to continue holding him up.

"Oh, wow! That was good!" He stroked her back as he fell down beside her.

"Michael," she pulled her head around to look at him. "I only do that occasionally and the number of times that I've cum while doing it, I can count on one hand. You are good!"

They crawled up the bed and pulled the sheet over their bodies. She laid her head on his chest and his arm stretched down her back until he could fell the swell of her buttocks. They dozed off.

They woke perhaps an hour later. It was already mid-afternoon and neither had eaten since breakfast. This time the shower was quicker, but included some tender kisses and some washing "to make sure everything was clean."

They slipped out individually, but met at a café/bakery nearby that Michael knew, and he bought lunch. About three o'clock he walked her to her car and gave her a quick goodbye kiss.

As Michael drove home he felt oddly unsatisfied. Jolene was sexy and he'd gotten to fulfill a fantasy, but he didn't feel any connection to her. He knew if Julie wanted a divorce, he wouldn't even date her.

"Hello, this is Jolene. Is Michael there?" Julie answered the phone on Sunday to hear that simpering voice again.

"Michael, it's for you." She didn't care if Jolene heard her hollering all over the house.

He came in to the kitchen and took the phone from her. Then he wandered out into the living room carrying on a mumbled conversation. She tried to hear his end of it, but she couldn't be too obvious. She ended up without even a guess as to the nature of the call.

"What did she want?" Julie almost spat the words when Michael finally hung up the phone.

"She's got a plumbing problem. I discussed it with her, but I told her I don't have any expertise in that area. I recommended the guy that we used last year." He wandered off.

I'll bet she has a plumbing problem. She probably wants Michael to ream out her tubes with his tongue or use his plunger on her hole. I deserve one more fling with Bob. I'll call him Monday for this Wednesday.

Michael called Julie about 2 o'clock the following Wednesday. "Can we go to dinner tonight?"

"I was just about to call you and tell you that I have to work. Can't we do it Friday night?"

"Suppose I come over and bring in pizza?"

"You know they don't like us eating at our desk here. And I don't want to have the smell of pizza in my office. Can't we put it off?"

"Julie, I really want to have dinner with you tonight. I think it's important for us. Why don't I pick you up at five and we'll go to that Ruby Tuesday's near you. Then you could go back to work afterwards."

There was silence on the line. "Well, I guess. Okay."

"See you then."

As soon as she hung up with Michael, Julie called Bob. "Hi, Bob."

"Hi there, lover."

"You shouldn't say that in the office." She smiled inwardly anyway.

"I've got my door closed. What's up?"

"Michael is insisting that I have dinner with him. I told him I had to work, but he wouldn't take no for an answer."

"I was looking forward to this evening."

"I was too, but maybe we can meet on Tuesday instead of waiting for next Wednesday." I still want my revenge sex before I break it off. And Bob's tongue is pretty good, too.

Michael was waiting out front at 4:55. Julie came out at 5:00. "Hello, Michael."

"Hello, Julie."

Only a dozen or so words had been exchanged by the time the waiter had delivered drinks and taken their dinner order. When he left again, Michael spoke.

"Who is Bob Shelton?" Her eyes widened slightly, dropped down and then came back up.

"Bob Shelton. We don't know any Bob Shelton." Julie looked directly at him.

"We don't, but you do. Tell me about him."

"There's nothing to tell. He manages the Receivables section for the region. He reports to Steve just like I do."

"Julie, do you want a divorce?"

"Why would I want a divorce?"

"Last Wednesday, a week ago today, you told me you were working late -"

"I was. You know I didn't get home until almost ten."

"You told me you were working late, but you spent the evening in Bob's apartment." Michael was bluffing, but not bluffing much.

"He was divorced just before moving here. He needed someone to talk to about meeting new friends."

"Why did you tell me you were working late, instead of the truth?"

"Because I knew you'd get all huffy like you are right now. And besides you've been spending time with Jolene." She knew she'd hit her mark when he shifted his eyes and his chin dropped a little. He never could lie to me.

"I haven't done anything with Jolene!"

"Just like I haven't done anything with Bob." Let him take that anyway he wants to.

Fortunately for both of them, the food arrived and let them cool off a bit.

"Look, I'd like us to see a counselor," he started again.

"I've done nothing that I need a counselor for," she snapped.

"Maybe neither one of us has, but together we've not had a good year. When we were on the picnic two weekends ago with the kids, you seemed so happy. I can't remember the last time we were all happy together. I remembered the things I loved about you twenty years ago when we were dating, simple things like your ponytail. I remembered the kids being born, and that little house we lived in when we brought Holly home. I'd like to get some of that back."

She thought about her feelings that Sunday. "Okay. I'll consider it. What do you want to do?"

"I called some people and got some recommendations." He pushed a piece of paper at her. "Talk to your friends and maybe add some more names or pick one of these."

They made some small talk for the rest of the meal, but neither one was in a convivial mood. He took her back to the office and she went inside. The gray BMW wasn't in the lot, but that didn't mean a thing. She surely knew the way to his apartment. Michael thought about waiting to see what she did, but instead went on home. 

Julie closed the door to her office and dialed Bob. "Hi, there."

"Hi! What's up?" Bob's voice was happy. 

"Look, Michael's found out about us. I don't know how, but he did. Bob, I've really enjoyed spending time with you, but I don't want to break up my marriage. I think we need to stop."

"Alright, Julie, I understand. These will definitely be memories that I treasure, but I wasn't trying to break up your marriage either. I hope we can still be friends?"

"Yes, we can be friends, but just office friends. No drinks together after work, and definitely no dancing, even at office parties."

"The dancing was as enjoyable as what came after."

"Yes, it was. That's why we can't do it anymore."

Michael was heartened when Julie arrived home just forty-five minutes later than he did.

Julie called her friends who had had marital counseling and she visited the HR department at work. Friday after lunch she called Michael and gave him the name that she had selected from his list.

The soccer game that week was at the cross-town rival of Holly's school. Michael worked almost around the corner. Julie had to drive against traffic to get there plus a last minute question on the new system held her up also. When she got to game it was almost half time. The first thing she saw was Jolene. The second thing she saw was Jolene delivering a drink to Michael and brushing against him.

Julie was still mad Monday morning. "Bob, how are you today?"

"Just fine, lover."

"Don't you worry about someone hearing you?"

"They wouldn't know who I'm talking to. Anyway, we both get in before most of the crowd is here."

"Look, about last Wednesday. I want one more time with you before we call it quits."

"Good to know I'm irresistible, but I'm guessing that your husband made you mad."

"Yes and yes, but I won't be able to get away after work. How would you like to be sick a half-day on Wednesday."

"Did the flu strike me the night before or during the morning?"

"During the morning. I'm going to need to attend a parent-teacher conference that afternoon."

"Sounds like a plan. "I'll get a late lunch ready for Wednesday – that is, if you'll provide the dessert."

"Sweeter than sugar, I believe you said."

"Can't wait until Wednesday."

Monday night Michael reported on the search for a counselor. "Dr. Cooper is out of town. Her office is going to call me when she gets back and can review her schedule."

"Fine, I can be flexible about this. I've already talked to HR."

Wednesday morning Michael called her about 11AM. "Dr. Cooper can see us this afternoon at 2. It'll be for an hour, so one of us will have plenty of time to go pick up the kids."

"Michael, this is such short notice."

"I know, but she could see us today or not until late next week. You said HR would be flexible."

"Okay, give me her address again."

As soon as Michael hung up she called Bob. "You just got over your flu."

"Hi, the after effects are worse than the sickness."

"Michael called and he has an appointment for us with a counselor this afternoon. I had told him I'd go whenever he arranged it. Sorry to have to cancel again."

"I'm the one who is really sorry. Some other time?"

"Maybe. We'll have to see."

Dr. Cooper was an average looking middle-aged woman dressed in business casual. "What brings you in here today?"

"My husband accused me of cheating after he's been running around on me for over a year! He's got a lot of nerve even if he doesn't have good taste in women. He goes after a round-heeled divorcee who's the mother of one of his daughter's classmates."

"If she's not cheating, ask her why she spent the evening alone in Bob Shelton's apartment two weeks ago. She called to tell me that she was working late, but late only lasted until 5:45 when she left to drive to his apartment."

"He's new in town. He just wanted to talk to someone about how to find new friends. Talk was all we did. He (she pointed at Michael) was following me around so that he would know when he could slip off to the company apartment with Jolene."

"I was following you around to see if you were really 'working' all those nights that you couldn't have dinner with your family. I never did anything with Jolene."

Dr. Cooper knew that they were both lying through their teeth. Still if they had this much anger, they probably still had some feelings for each other that she could use to build on. As she continued to listen, more complaints came out that showed other areas of friction. 

"Not that I wasn't tempted," Michael continued. "When she started having her affair, there was been a distinct lack of activity in the bedroom. She had a headache or was too tired or she just didn't respond. She used to seem to enjoy it as much as I do, but for months now she didn't seem to enjoy it. Then all of a sudden we were doing it like honeymooners: all over the house and new tricks. That was the big thing that tipped me off to the fact that she was having an affair. She was getting fucked elsewhere so she didn't want to fuck me. If I insisted on it, she just lay there, what my frat brothers used to call a dead fuck. It keeps you from trying again, soon. Then she began learning new things and she started showing them to me."

He used the words deliberately to shock Julie and to shock this old biddy of a counselor who probably was going to tell him it was all his fault. The words did shock Julie, but then they made her mad.

"Michael, you want to know why I don't respond. When was the last time you were interested in me? I don't mean in bed, I mean in me. On the nights you're not out with that floozy, you sit on the couch and watch TV. You think it makes me all hot and bothered that the first time you talk to me in the evening is when you get in bed and want some nookie."

"You hardly even talk to me about the kids. It's like the rest of the family isn't even there. The only places you have a life are at work and at her house. You used to help me around the house, cook dinner sometimes, do a load of laundry. When was the last time you even took out the trash? Mike does it all the time now. I have to do everything. When I was away on that one week to Atlanta, you even complained because you had to leave work early one day to take care of them."

The bickering back and forth continued as Dr. Cooper took notes. At the end of the hour, the heat was beginning to dissipate.

"Well, I think we've exposed a lot of issues today. Can you come back at this time next week?"

Thursday Michael called to say he was working late and wouldn't be home until about 10PM. Everything went right though, and he walked through the door about ten minutes before nine. The kids were watching some mindless sitcom, and when he spoke to them they barely acknowledged his greeting. He went looking for Julie and found her in their home office on the computer. She closed the window that she was looking at quickly, but Michael had already noted that it was her office email account. She often accessed it from home on days she left early.




Forty isn't Old if You're a Tree Ch. 04



He walked to her and leaned down to peck her lips. "How was your day?"

"Pretty quiet," she responded. "Have you eaten?"

"Yeah, ran out to Burger King."

"That's not enough. Come on I'll fix you a salad while you grab a beer." 

She wanted him away from the computer. What had she been looking at?

After they got in bed that night, he stayed awake until he could hear her regular breathing and he saw that her body was relaxed in sleep. Then he crept out of their room and downstairs to the home office computer.

The screen woke up and he clicked on the Favorites menu. Sure enough, there was a link to her office email. The login box came up. Windows helpfully filled in her UserID. Now, if her company was not too security-conscious, he could run through her usual passwords and get in. On the second try it worked.

He scanned through the email list for this week. He didn't see anything. He opened a couple of the mails. They were routine correspondence. He could try some of her folders, but that didn't look promising.

He opened the DELETED folder. Bingo! An email from 'Shelton Robert' had been received today. He opened it up.

Lover,

I was disappointed that we couldn't make our rendezvous yesterday. You are so beautiful and wonderful. Every time I get to hold you is so terrific.

Caressing your breasts is so exciting because you are so responsive. Your gum drops in my mouth are sweet and wonderful. Using my tongue between your legs – well, you know how sweet I think your pussy tastes. Let's plan to take a long lunch one day next week.

Until I can hold you again,

Bob

Michael slumped in his chair. The difference between theoretical and actual was enormous. Even though he had been with Jolene and had seemed to satisfy her, he now wondered why he couldn't satisfy his wife. If she were satisfied, why did this bastard get to use his tongue between her legs?

Michael read the note one more time and then hit the print button. Closing down the computer, he folded the printout and then stuck it in the pocket of his overcoat in the hall closet. He would grab it on the way out in the morning and take it to the office.

On Friday afternoon Michael was parked on the street watching the gray BMW in the parking lot. He had already seen Julie leave for Holly's soccer game. He had called to tell her that he might not make it. A little after 5 o'clock Bob Shelton walked to his car. Michael watched him drive out of the parking lot and then he followed.

Bob was so predictable. Michael briefly wondered why Julie was having her affair. If Bob was as predictable in bed as he was in his after work habits, he must have exhausted his repertoire on the second fuck.

Soon Michael was turning in to the now-familiar apartment complex. Outside the third building on the left was the gray BMW. Michael sat in his car for a minute or two rehearsing what he wanted to have happen. Then he got out and quickly strode to the stairwell.

Bob Shelton rarely had visitors. When the doorbell rang he was in the midst of stripping off his business clothes for shorts and a tee shirt. "Be there in a minute," he yelled as he hurried to return to an acceptable state of dress.

When Bob looked through the peephole in the door, he saw a medium tall guy with a slight paunch in casual business dress leaning against the stairwell railing. He didn't recognize him. "Can I help you," Bob asked as he opened the door.

Michael wanted to keep himself under control. "I'm Michael." He stopped, fighting to keep from yelling, grasping his arms hard so he wouldn't beat Bob to a pulp right there.

Bob misunderstood. "Hi, Michael, I'm Bob Shelton." He stuck out his hand to shake.

"I'm Michael Cameron," he started again. They both looked at Bob's hand suspended in air. Bob dropped it. 

"I don't know how this is going to turn out." Michael's voice was now flat and menacing. "But, if I find out you've been alone again with Julie while we're still married, you're going to wish you had never stuck your tongue where it shouldn't have been."

Bob was momentarily dumbstruck. Michael saw a flicker of surprise, then fear. The fear was replaced by bravado. "If you had kept her happy at home, she wouldn't have come to me to lick her pussy."

Michael slowly stood up dropping his hands to his side. He hadn't been in a fistfight since the fifth grade, but he remembered reading about some techniques that might scare off a potential attacker. He stared unblinkingly at Bob, while obviously shaking his arms to loosen up. He didn't ball his hands into fists, instead he extended his fingers together and slightly cupped. He adjusted his stance to approximate a martial arts stance and rose onto the balls of his feet. "If you ever again refer to my wife's physical attributes within my hearing, you're going down. I have a lot more mad than you have moves. You better hope you don't accidentally run into her at the mall or at a restaurant, because from then on, know that I am coming for you and no excuses accepted."

Michael saw more fear in Bob's eyes. "Do I make myself perfectly clear?" Silence. "Well, do I?"

"Yes." It was a small, weak response that showed Bob was backing down.

"Also, don't think you can run to Julie to get her to make me back off. If she tries, that will just prove to me that you're hiding behind some female skirts and that you're trying to turn her against me. That will make me mad. As someone else said, you don't want to see me when I'm mad. Remember me well, Bob Shelton, and leave Julie alone. Unless we divorce, she's still my wife." Michael turned and walked down the stairs.



Forty isn't Old if You're a Tree Ch. 05



My thanks to my editor MistressPenelope. Without her this would be a worse story. After her the mistakes are mine.

****

"Dr. Cooper, make him tell the truth. If he admits to having an affair with Jolene, then we can get past this fruitless talking and on to fixing it." Michael and Julie were back the following Wednesday for their second counseling session.

"I'll come clean if she comes clean about Bob Shelton."

"There's nothing for me to come clean about. I told you, Bob and I were just talking about how he could learn his way around town."

"What did you say to me once? 'You could get pregnant talking that way.' If you were just talking, why does he seem to know about your pussy?" Michael took some paper out of a notepad he was carrying. He handed one sheet to Dr. Cooper, then one to Julie. Then he sat back.

"Wh, wh, where did you get this?" Julie looked at the email printout in horror. Words attacked her from the virginal white sheet: breasts, tongue, pussy. Michael had proof and she had nothing. Maybe Ann had been right. Maybe Michael had never cheated on her. Maybe she had thrown her marriage away. A low wail grew in her throat until great, wracking sobs heralded the tears. For a few minutes there was no sound except Julie's crying.

"Would you like to tell me how it started and how long it's been going on? You've shown a lack of interest in sex since Christmas. Is that when it started?" Michael's voice was even but betrayed a struggle to keep from shouting.

"Julie, wait a second." Dr. Cooper interrupted. "Michael, how much do you want to know?"

"I don't want to know the fucking details, literally. That email is more than what I ever wanted to know about the physical side. But now I need to know about Julie's feelings. When did it start? How many times? Why?"

"Julie?" The counselor prodded the still-sobbing wife.

"Not Christmas. Atlanta. I had an extra couple of drinks one night and I was mad at you for your affair with Jolene and you hadn't been paying attention to me and he was."

Michael bolted upright. "So it's my fault, then. MY FAULT THAT YOU FORGOT YOUR VOWS AND FORGOT OUR CHILDREN." He realized that he was shouting. He looked at Dr. Cooper. She looked like this happened every day. It probably did.

Michael slumped back in his chair. The next words out sounded like a defeated man. "Am I incompetent as a lover? Clumsy? Insensitive? Did you tell him he was better than me?"

"Oh no, Michael, I never said anything like that to him. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I was going to break it off with him." She began to cry again.

"Just as soon as he used his tongue on your pussy once more," he spat at her. "Even after I talked to you about him and about counseling, you were planning to be with him. When we walk out of here have you already set the date to meet him for that long lunch?"

She looked up, tears still running down her face. "Even after you talked to me, you still let Jolene hang all over you. How many times have you screwed her since we agreed on counseling?"

Now it was Michael's turn. He flushed. "As soon as that happened, I knew it was wrong. I haven't been with Jolene since we talked."

"But you have fucked her, haven't you?" Now Julie was trying to shock.

"Michael." Again Dr. Cooper interrupted. "Julie, now I'll ask you. How much do you want to know?"

"I agree with Michael. I don't want the physical details. I do want to know how long, and why? Is it her boobs? Because she's prettier than me? Are you tired of me?" In a smaller voice, "Do you love her?"

"No I don't love her. If I hadn't run in to her the night I followed you to Bob's apartment, I probably would never have done anything with her."

"So now it's MY fault you were unfaithful?"

"Well, it did seem that affairs were in season." They both glared at each other.

"Look," Dr. Cooper interjected. "If we're here to put this marriage back together, I need to get both of you to commit to no extramarital sex."

"Okay."

"Okay."

"You both have questions on the table. Who wants to start?"

"Well, my details are short, so why don't I go first." Michael was sarcastic, but he paused as if gathering his thoughts. "Julie called me that afternoon. I guessed what she was planning and I tried to warn her by asking pointed questions and reminding her of the previous Wednesday's when she had worked late. She wouldn't listen. After I followed Julie to Bob's apartment, I hung around for a little bit. After a while I left because I didn't know how long they were going to go at it and mostly I didn't know what to do if Julie came back out and we saw each other. On the way home, I decided to stop at the food court at the mall and get something to eat. Jolene saw me there and was coming on pretty strong like she has been for the last few months. I decided that I could play the same game as Julie and I took her to the company apartment. After that I met her once more. After I met Julie for dinner and we decided on counseling I called Jolene and told her we were done."

"Did you want to continue?" Julie asked.

"Truthfully, no. There is some truth in the belief that men don't want women that are more experienced than they are. Also, we've discussed the gossip about her divorce. Who wants a woman that cheats on her husband?" After that comment Julie started crying again.

They listened to her sobs and hiccups for a few minutes before Michael spoke again. "Julie, it's your turn."

"Li... (hiccup) Like I said, it started in Atlanta. I thought it would end there, but somehow it started again back here."

"Julie," Dr. Cooper chided. "Here we have to take responsibility for our actions. I don't want you to answer now, but before next week plan to tell us how and why it started again after Atlanta."

"Well (sob), well I guess I can tell you now. The day before, Jolene was hanging all over Michael. Bob asked me out for a drink, just to talk. After a couple of drinks it seemed that if Michael was having an affair, then I could, too. We met twice more after that."

"Why didn't you talk to me about her? Why couldn't we have talked this through before anything happened?"

"I did talk to you once about it. You told me nothing was going on."

"Nothing was!"

"But you let her continue to hang on you and rub those big boobs of hers all over you and press those firm, tanned legs of hers against yours." She started crying again.

"I'm sorry and I'm ashamed that I let her do that. I shouldn't have."

"Time's about up and I think we've made some progress today." Dr. Cooper was being her cheery, encouraging self. "I'll see you both next week."

****

Today I'd like to explore what led up to the problems that you two have had." Dr. Cooper started off the third session. "In earlier sessions you both made reference to things that had been going on for months, perhaps as long as a year. Would you like to tell me what sort of problems you saw?"

There was silence as they looked at each other. Finally, Julie spoke. "I didn't notice at first, but looking back late last summer or early fall Michael seemed to be more withdrawn. He stopped telling me about his day. He started working more late hours. Since he's a manager, the long hours don't put any extra money in our pocket. When I noticed that he wasn't talking as much, I began to think he might be getting tired of me."

"Then around Christmas I began to notice that we didn't have s..., uh, make l..., uh, we didn't spend as much time in private as we used to. That's when I started to think he might be having an affair." Julie sat back, obviously finished for now.

"Michael?"

"Well, I had so much work –"

"Wait," the doctor said gently. "We'll talk about why the problems happened later. Right now I want you to tell us what you thought were problems in the relationship."

"Now that I think about it, I first noticed at Halloween. Julie likes seasonal themes. Of course she decorates for Christmas, but also smaller holidays: Easter, July 4th, Thanksgiving, and Halloween. Up until last year the kids had always put on costumes and gone trick-or-treating. Last year Mike went out trick-or-treating with friends, but Holly went to a party at one of her classmate's houses. There were going to be a dozen or so girls and the same number of boys. She got dressed in a nice skirt and blouse combo and Julie let her wear a little lipstick. They might have done the eyelash and eyeliner thing too. I don't remember. Julie hadn't put out the ghost mobiles like usual or the black cat and pumpkin cutouts. That night Julie was quiet and I was the one who always answered the door and gave out the candy."

"Julie's fortieth birthday came two weeks later. We have a sort of regular schedule of lovemaking, but we always make love on special occasions: Christmas Eve, New Year's, our anniversary, and our birthdays. Not last year. We had two other couples over and celebrated, but Julie was quiet again that night. When we got to bed, she complained of having too much to drink and went to sleep."

"After that we kept making love on the weekends and maybe once or twice during the week, but she never seemed to start it anymore. She used to do that once or twice a month anyway. Again on Christmas Eve she complained of being tired and New Year's Eve we went over to a friend's house for the evening, but she had had 'too much to drink' when we got back home. It didn't improve after that and I started working more on the next two product introductions so even I didn't feel like fooling around as much during the week."

"After she came back from Atlanta, it seemed like we were just married again. She couldn't keep her hands off me, and she was different in bed. When we did oral, she would sometimes complete it that way. I can't remember when she did that last. And she seemed to want me to touch her butt, uh, you know where. If I had tried that last year, she would have gotten mad. I guess now I know how she learned these new tricks." He shot a disgusted look towards Julie. "Anyway that's one thing that made me suspicious." Now Michael slouched back, stopping his talk.

Dr. Cooper had been taking lots of notes from both Julie and Michael. Now during the silence, she frowned down at her scribblings. "Julie, when was the last time you had a complete physical?"

"I guess it might have been after Mike was born."

"I'd like you to get one as soon as you can. I'm also going to refer you to a psychiatrist, Dr. Jacobsen, a friend of mine. I think you might be suffering from depression. Our bodies sometimes drift out of whack and we need something to bring them back like we used to be."

"Dr. Cooper, can I bring up another problem?" Michael spoke up.

"Sure, Michael."

"I haven't talked to Julie about this." He gave her a sideways glance that was sort of sheepish. "I'd like her to quit her job."

"What!" Julie exclaimed. "We need my salary. It helps us save for the kids' college and pays for our vacations, small as they are. We can't afford for me to quit work. Besides, I like what I do."

"I'm not asking you to quit work. You could get another job easily; probably with a good salary increase in a city this size. I want you away from Bob Shelton."

"I told you that that's over. I won't do it again."

"You said that's what you thought when you came back from Atlanta. And you were planning to do it again even after we agreed to counseling. It's like an alcoholic – they don't keep liquor in the house."

"Julie, I think you can understand Michael's concern." Dr. Cooper interrupted before Julie could retort. "I want you to think about this and be ready to reply next week. I'd like you to be prepared to talk about your feelings and what Michael might be feeling."

*****

"Julie, when we stopped last week, Michael had requested that you change jobs to another company. You were unhappy with that request. I asked you to wait until this week to discuss it some more. Have you had time to think about it?"

"Yes, Dr. Cooper, I've given it quite a bit of thought."

"Let me ask you to start by summarizing Michael's point of view and what he might be thinking."

"Well, he knows that I was naughty – "

"Julie!"

"Sorry, Dr Cooper. He knows my affair started in Atlanta with a co-worker from here. He knows that I did not intend to resume the affair back here but I did, meeting Bob at night when I told him I was working and also planning to meet him during the day. He's worried that although I say I'm not going to resume the affair, I might give in to temptation. Therefore he wants me to find a job with another company."

"Is that a fair summary, Michael."

"Yes."

"Julie, tell us how you feel."

"I don't want to change jobs. I've spent ten years with this company, getting promoted twice. I think I have a good shot at replacing Steve if he leaves his position. I get three weeks vacation each year and next year it'll be four. I'll lose that and other benefits if I change companies. I've got a network of friends and business associates inside the company that I'll lose. It's over with Bob. I only see him at staff meetings at work. I don't have to work with him. Please don't make me leave." She looked at Michael beseechingly.

"Julie, I spoke to Bob Shelton personally two weeks ago. I told him I didn't want him to have any contact with you at all outside work. Suppose you both happen to leave the building together. You speak to each other as co-workers might. Then he thinks that you are available again, even if you don't encourage him. I just think the temptation might be there."

"You don't trust me to keep my word to you?" She cringed as soon as the words were in the air.

"That's rhetorical, right? Try this on: if I told you that I was going to volunteer to be on a committee for soccer parents that meets at night and that you knew Jolene was going to be on, would you like it?"

"No. But it could take me months to find another job, and if I'm out of a job, I have to explain why."

"Look, keep your job, but start looking for another one, okay?"

"Okay." She wasn't happy, but she didn't have to leave right away. "I'd like you to stay away from Jolene, too."

"Well, I won't see her again until school starts in the fall. If she shows up at games, I'll stick beside you. If she approaches, we'll play it by ear."

"Okay."

*****

The following week at the beginning of the session Dr. Cooper confirmed that Julie had made an appointment with Dr. Jacobsen. It wasn't until the end of the session that Michael returned to an old topic. "Dr. Cooper, I'd like to ask Julie what she's done to look for another job."

Dr. Cooper could see immediately what the answer was. She suspected Michael already knew, too. "Julie, before you answer, we're trying to rebuild the trust between the two of you. Honesty builds trust."

The room was silent for a minute. "I haven't done anything. I like my job. I like the people I work with –"

"Sometimes too much," Michael cracked in a low voice.

"Michael, we want your feelings not zingers at Julie," Dr. Cooper broke in. "Both of you take a minute to consider what to say next."

After a short silence Michael spoke up. "Julie, I want this to work. I'm sorry for my remark."

"I understand your feelings. I'll get resumes out this week."

*****

"Well, Dr. Jacobsen agrees with Dr. Cooper that part of my problem is a mild form of depression."

"So she gave you a prescription?"

"No, she didn't. She says that she doesn't believe in pills unless the problem is severe. She says that a regular exercise program will probably do as well as any prescription. So I need to start walking, briskly, as she says, forty-five minutes or an hour a day. It'll be pretty late after the dishes are done."

"Hon, I'll do the dishes each night so you can go walk. Whatever needs to be done so that we can have the old Julie and our marriage back." That night she began walking while Michael cleaned up the kitchen.

Within a few weeks she began to feel better. That drab sameness that seemed to have been in her life for almost a year melted away. By the time she took the kids shopping for new school clothes, she was feeling happier.

*****

From the weekend before he had followed Julie to Bob's apartment, Michael and Julie had not had sex. Together. Of course they had each enjoyed their paramours the next week. Michael had enjoyed his hand several times in the following eight weeks. He knew Julie used the same approach. He had awakened one night to find an empty spot on the other side of the bed. He walked into the hall where he heard a wet sound and then a low moan. Tiptoeing down the hall, he looked over the banister into the den. Julie was slumped down on the couch. Her eyes were closed, her legs spread, and her hands under her nightgown. He wondered briefly who she saw behind her eyelids before he returned to their bedroom.

In late July they had gone to a party given by some friends. Julie had drunk more than her limit and Michael was still high, though not drunk, when they got back. The kids were at her parents. They were feeling good and they were horny. Her blouse and slacks hit the floor shortly followed by his shirt and jeans. Falling to the couch, they kissed and necked for what seemed to both an eternity, though it was only about five minutes. Her bra had melted away and as he tongued her nipples, her hand snaked into his boxers. She felt the heat of his rod in her hand. She stroked the hardness briefly. He slid down to kneel on the floor. As his hands reached for her panties, she lifted her hips. His hands slid down her legs and then back up, leaving a puddle of nylon on the floor. 

He leaned forward inhaling the heady scent from between her legs. He extended his tongue and brushed it through her downy hair. Then a phrase popped into his head: "you know how sweet I think your pussy tastes." He felt himself begin to soften. He pulled up and attacked her breasts again. After a minute or so he knew he could go on. Shuffling forward on his knees, he pulled her to the edge of the couch and entered her. Now he was mad at her, at himself, at the world. He thrust brutally into her. 

She was very wet so his hard thrust only gave her a little twinge of pain. By his second thrust she was open. He pounded against her on every thrust. She could tell he was intentionally being rough. She was a little scared, but she moaned with the stimulation and the domination.

All too soon, he ejaculated. He heard her cry out, but he could tell it wasn't her usual sound of orgasm. He knew she was faking, pretending so that this first time would go easily. They held each other for a short time and then they rose. Leaving the clothes where they were, they stumbled to bed and to sleep.

When Julie woke up the next morning, she felt really relaxed and satisfied. For the first four or five weeks after she and Michael had started counseling she hadn't felt like having sex. She was still mad at Michael and ashamed of her affair. But the itch had returned. Twice in the last month she had slipped out of bed after Michael had gone to sleep. Sitting in the dark of their den, she had gotten off. The first time Matt Damon had been the object of her desire. The second time she had remembered several encounters from early in her marriage when Michael had been particularly good. Now she snuggled up against his sleeping form.

As she looked back at last night, several things occurred to her. Her excitement from Michael's domination surprised her. Her orgasm had been quick and overwhelming. She hadn't even felt like cuddling afterwards. She just sank into sleep. She was sure that some of it was the dry period in the previous weeks, but maybe she should try to get Michael to dominate again. Was she a closet BDSM'er?

She also remembered that Michael had not licked her pussy. Before things went to hell, he did that almost every time they made love even though she rarely reciprocated. He was very good. She couldn't remember the last time he licked her when she hadn't cum. Bob had been good, but he hadn't developed the experience with her body that Michael had. 




Forty isn't Old if You're a Tree Ch. 05



Since Michael had seemed ready to do it but had not, she was worried. She remembered the email and Bob's comments. Had Michael remembered also? Is that why he had been so rough when they actually joined? I'll worry about that later. She pressed tighter to him.

The weekend had been so good that Julie wanted a repeat. After her walk on Tuesday night she got ready for bed. She showered and shaved her legs. She put on perfume and a nice nightgown, although not her fuck-me one. She found Michael in front of the TV.

"Why don't you go take a shower?" The kiss before her request had gotten his attention. He wasted no time in heading upstairs.

The lovemaking was slow and tender this time. After lots of kissing and caressing, he bent to take her nipples by turn in his mouth. The thrills stoked her fires, but that was as far as his mouth wandered. He did finger her, sliding slowly between her nether lips and lightly over her clit. She had an orgasm while he was on top of her. Afterwards they cuddled and kissed for awhile before dropping off to sleep.

While she was driving to work the next day, she pondered the previous night. The tenderness that he showed reassured her about their progress. However, the absence of oral stimulation showed that he hadn't forgotten or completely forgiven yet.

******

The next week Michael had to travel to headquarters for the whole week, so they canceled the appointment with Dr. Cooper. The following week Julie had a bad summer cold so they canceled that week as well. They never got around to making another appointment.

However, Julie managed to keep going to Dr. Jacobsen. Not that the questions that the gentle psychiatrist asked were comfortable.

"Why do you think you got mad at Michael for complaining about his duties while you were in Atlanta?"

"Why did you believe he was having an affair just because other women flirted with him?"

"So the first time back here after Atlanta, you suggested to Bob that you go to his apartment. Why do you think you did that?"

Julie struggled during those hours in the therapist's office to look inside and figure out what was going on. The answers didn't make Julie feel good about herself.

Wonder of wonders she got a call from a headhunter in August. The potential job seemed both below her capabilities and outside her experience, but she ended up pulling out the resume she had first circulated. She was embarrassed to realize that the resume was not really intended to find another job. It was just an excuse to get Michael's request out of her inbox. That night she reworked her resume. The next day she pulled up the ads on the internet from last week's papers and submitted for some open positions.

*****

"Michael, you've done a good job for us this year." Jack was beginning Michael's annual review. The company had finished it's fiscal year on June 30 and now, finally in early August, the books were closed and earnings calculated. Now the bonuses could be distributed.

"Your department was outstanding technically. The innovations you came up with, particularly on the redesigned 423 line, made the introductions very easy."

"Jack, I'm sure you remember that those were Rob's ideas."

"I remember, but we measure you on how well your department does. Not whether you do it personally. One area I am concerned about is your ability to draw on resources outside your department. When you initially had problems with the 423 line, you clammed up. I eventually realized you needed more help. After I gave you Jim temporarily is when the technical solutions began to pop out. If you had said something sooner, you might have avoided a lot of those extra hours."

"You've got to look at the big picture," Jack continued. "Asking for help or sharing your problems doesn't make you a failure."

"You're right and I'll try to keep you better informed this year."

"Well, I don't want to be too harsh. You had a great year. You've earned your bonus and a Special Bonus on top. Congratulations."

As Michael walked back to his office, he thought about the last year. It suddenly hit him. Not only his work, but also his home life suffered from lack of communication.



Forty isn't Old if You're a Tree Ch. 06



My thanks to my editor MistressPenelope. Without her this would be a worse story. After her the mistakes are mine.

****

Julie got a call from a headhunter in the middle of August. Michael had been right. After three interviews, she was offered a position supervising the accounting department for a local company with a twenty percent increase in salary and she asked for and got three weeks vacation. She turned in her resignation giving three weeks notice.

"I'm sorry to see you go," Steve said, "but it sounds like a fantastic opportunity."

"Steve, I thought long and hard about it." Julie sighed at those words. Steve misinterpreted them.

"If I matched the salary, would you stay?"

"No, my mind is already out of here. I'm sorry."

****

During her first week at her new job, Julie discovered that several of the women worked out at a ladies-only gym during lunch hour. They got her a one-week guest membership and she thoroughly enjoyed it. The aerobics class was fun with all her new friends. They also encouraged her to lift some weights and work on her abs. Even by the end of the first week she could see a difference in muscle tone. It may have been the slimming effect from lost weight. Almost three months of walking had taken its toll on her waistline. It was back to 26 1/2, like it was when she got married.

When Julie started working out at lunchtime, they both went back to doing the supper clean-up together. But Michael had noticed how much perkier Julie had become. He started jogging on the weekends. Julie encouraged him to exercise during the week also. Soon he was jogging three times during the week and performing push-ups, crunches and stretches the other two nights. After six weeks he looked better also.

****

Since Holly's first Christmas, Michael and Julie had shopped together for the kid's presents. They left Holly and Mike with Julie's parents and spent a Saturday together. They followed the custom this year also. 

Jack called him after lunch on Friday before the scheduled Saturday shopping trip. When he entered the boss's office, Jack had a big grin on his face. "I think you're going to get lucky tonight, Michael. Take the rest of the day off."

Michael took the envelope that Jack handed to him. Inside was a handwritten note from Julie:

Michael,

Go home and shower and shave. I've laid out your clothes. Once you're ready, open the envelope that I left on the kitchen counter.

Love,

Julie

Despite his curiosity, Michael showered and shaved before opening the next envelope.

Michael,

We will go shopping for Holly and Mike this weekend. My parents will deliver them back to the house about 6PM Sunday. Before that I want us to take some time together. 

I love you more now than ever before. I want our sex life to be the best it's ever been. This weekend I want us to act like newlyweds or maybe horny college students. I've packed a bag for you and brought it with me.

I want to do some things that I have never done before. I hope you'll do the same. No holds (holes) barred ;)

I want to act out a fantasy tomorrow night. At Dr. Jacobsen's suggestion, it may be somewhat shocking to you. I want you to come up with a fantasy. We'll act it out tomorrow, too. Neither of these will involve anybody else.

Go to the downtown Crowne Plaza and ask for Glenda at the desk.

Love,

Julie

Glenda smirked a little when Michael introduced himself. "Can I see some identification Mr. Cameron?"

After Michael showed his driver's license, Glenda handed him the key card for his room and pointed him towards the elevators. "She said to knock before you enter."

When he knocked on the door to 1214 Julie called out. "Come in." It was a voice that he rarely heard her use, so seductive that his member began to rise just from the tone. As he pushed open the door, he noted that the curtains were open to the late afternoon sun. The weather had given the city a beautiful, warm Indian summer day.

As he stepped further into the room, he could see Julie reclining on the bed, her back propped up against pillows on the headboard. She was wearing a black bra and panties, but had both hands stuck between her legs with her arms covering her chest. He took another step towards her.

"Stop there. I want you to have the full effect." She slid her elbows outward. Her small breasts quivered as they were exposed, but his eyes were drawn to her nipples which were poking through holes in the bra cups. "I know they're not much – "

"They're beautiful. You're gorgeous." He took another step.

"Not yet." She uncrossed her ankles and moved her legs apart some. Then she spread her arms out to the side.

She was wearing crotch-less panties. Not only that, but he could see through the crotch-less part that she had shaved herself bare. He could tell she was already excited. He took another step.

"Look but don't touch. I'm going to slip my dress on, and then we're going down for an early dinner in the restaurant. Afterwards we'll come back up here and discuss the rest of the weekend." She slipped into a boat-necked dress that swirled about her knees. Just before they went out she spoke again. "Remember what I'm wearing, but no discussion about it during dinner."

At dinner they talked about their day and the week and what they wanted to get the kids. Julie avoided any reference to later activities, but she stroked his leg occasionally and batted her eyes at him to keep the fires going. As they sipped coffee, Michael could stand it no longer. He started with a safe observation.

"I want to say that you are the most beautiful woman in the room tonight. I really appreciate what you are doing, but I'm curious. Glenda sort of smirked at me when I told her who I was. Did you say anything to her?"

"I wanted to be sure I was displayed properly when you came in, so I arranged for her to handle things. I told her that I wanted to make sure that I was ready for you. After you got the key, she called me to let me know you were on the way up. Let's go back to the room"

"Unzip me," she requested when the door closed. He did that and then slipped his hands inside the dress and around her waist. She left his hands there as he nibbled on her neck. When he began to move his fingers upward she danced away from him. She stepped out of the dress on the way across the room.

"Don't you want to look some more," she asked coquettishly. She cupped her breasts and flicked each nipple with a thumb. She grabbed the bra between her mounds and unhooked it as she turned her back to him.

He watched the black straps slide down her arms, one catching on her right hand. Then she tossed the flimsy material back towards him. Slowly pirouetting, she turned back covering herself until she was facing him.

"Taa-daa," she exclaimed exposing her chest. "Now look here." She stuck her hands inside her panties and pushed downwards. The material fluttered down to her feet.

"How do you like my new hairdo?" She framed her pussy between her hands, but her legs were still chastely together. Then she spread her feet apart and pulled up on the skin of her belly with her hands. A wet pinkness suddenly glistened.

He almost ran to her. He took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. As they continued to kiss, she pulled his polo shirt upwards. Finally, she broke the kiss and pulled it over his head. Then she dropped to one knee and started working on his pants. As the belt came open she leaned in and kissed his belly. As pieces of clothing dropped to the floor she stopped to kiss his body several more times. Finally, both nude, they fell to the bed.

He kissed her and then nibbled her neck. As he leaned back up to kiss her again, he began to caress the skin on the underside of her breasts. She sighed into his mouth and wrapped one leg around his leg.

He ducked his head down and flicked her nipples with his tongue, moving back and forth between them with slow licks across her chest. He licked up to her chin; he kissed down to her belly button. He nibbled at her ear lobe and kissed her again.

She caressed up and down his shaft lightly with her fingertips. She scratched his balls with her nails and stroked down the inside of his thighs.

She let her knees fall apart as his fingers traced down her belly to her wet center. He separated her lips and wet his fingertips. Then he rubbed lightly up and down her slit occasionally rising to rub her clit. Her hips began to pump the air.

He rolled between her legs and grasped his cock. He watched as he rubbed it on her slit. The sight of her bare mons was exciting. The cut-out bra, crotchless panties, and bare pubes which she had displayed earlier, suggested a prostitute, not his demure wife. He began to thrust into her and she snapped her hips up at him.

He used his arms to lever his body to a position where his cock was rubbing more directly on her clitoris. She started to moan and babble as the sensations carried her away. He worked faster and harder. Soon she cried out in her orgasm. He rode her for another minute until he erupted inside her. He collapsed onto his elbows then slowly fell off of her to one side.

"That was unexpectedly good." Julie slipped under the covers and slid against Michael's side. She had made a quick trip to the shower to remove the sticky remains and had thrown a filmy nightie over her head.

"Yeah," Michael responded. He put an arm around her shoulders. "A great way to start the weekend."

"Have you picked out your fantasy?"

"Yep."

Just like a guy, can't talk too much. "You tell me yours and I'll tell you mine."

"I want you to pretend to be a prostitute sitting at the bar downstairs and let me pick you up."

"That doesn't sound too hard."

"Well, we'll have to get you some appropriate clothes. I've never seen you dress like I'm thinking."

"What are you thinking?"

"Minidress, perhaps like a sundress but with an emphasis on mini, high platform shoes. Oh, of course, no underwear."

"Sundresses are generally designed for no bra."

"I said no underwear. None, no bra, no panties."

"What if some other guy tries before you come in?"

"It's Saturday at a downtown business-man's hotel. Probably won't be anybody around, but if it happens, I'm sure you can fend off one or two guys before I get there."

"I'll try."

"That's all we want in fantasies, right? What's your fantasy?" He looked down at her. She turned her face down and started playing with a hair on his chest.

"I wan …" her voice trailed off. He could tell she was still speaking because her jaw was moving against him, but he couldn't make out the words.

"Hon, you've got to repeat that. I couldn't hear you." He heard her suck in her breath.

"I want you to pretend to be a girl and make love to me."

He was momentarily stunned. In an effort to cover his real response, he brought up the obvious. "I didn't think you went for six-foot, hairy girls in jeans. Just kidding. How do we go about this?" He was suddenly afraid that he might have hurt her feelings.

"I thought about that." She seemed relieved that he didn't recoil from her. "I bought a wig, a large wrap-around skirt and the largest pair of Grasshoppers I could find. I bought a silk shirt from a men's store. I also got what I think are size-appropriate panties."

"Girl's panties?"

"No, not saying anything about you, but I got some silk underwear at the same place that I got your shirt. The salesman gave me the distinct impression that maybe guys who bat for the other team wear these, but no one else is going to know but us. Oh, and in the morning before we go out, I'll put you in the shower and shave your body. I know you aren't used to that so I thought I might have a better hand."

"You have thought this out. I think that it might work." He was trying to be reassuring.

In the morning Michael hopped into the shower. Julie joined him and they slowly washed each other. "No orgasms." She set the rule.

As she picked up the razor and soap, she looked at his hard cock. "Well, when I shave your legs I won't have to hold it out of the way." She carefully removed all the hair from his chest (not much), under his arms, and from his legs. When she finished, she put moisturizer on all the shaved areas. Then she started on the more delicate area around his cock and on his balls.

When she finished, she pushed his semi-hard cock between his legs and skimmed her fingers over the skin above it. "Bare just like me."

She shooed him out of the shower so she could trim this morning's stubble. While she was in there, he moved to the bedroom and ran his hands over his legs. Damn, if he didn't know they were his legs, he'd get excited that the skin felt so good.

After a late breakfast they began Christmas shopping. They had not only their kids but large, extended families on each side. By mid-afternoon the luggage area of Julie's Odyssey was getting full.

"I guess that's enough for today. We still have tomorrow to finish up," Julie stated. "I think I need something for me, perhaps a dress and a pair of shoes." 

They went into Macy's about 3 o'clock. She was surprised, but the discount rack had two out-of-season sundresses that she thought might work. She went into the changing rooms and tried each one on. She chose the one with adjustable spaghetti straps instead of the one with the halter top. She thought she would loosen the straps enough so she could flash Michael when she bent over. 

She wore the dress out of Macy's to the shoe store in the mall. The clerk returned with three boxes after hearing Julie's description of what she wanted. The clerk helped her slide her foot into the first shoe. Julie felt her toes seated in the shoe, but the clerk didn't release it. Julie looked up. The clerk was staring between her legs. 

Julie blushed and swung her foot down to the floor. She had forgotten about the skirt length and had let the clerk see right up to her transparent panties. She quickly selected a pair of shoes and exited the store.

As they handed the car over to the hotel valet, Julie spoke. "This is such a beautiful fall day. I think I'd like to walk around and window shop a little."

"Honey, I really have to use the men's room right now. You going to be out long?"

"Probably not."

"Look I'll wait for you in our room and then we can decide what to do about supper."

"Okay."

****

About ten minutes later a slender brunette walked in from the street and into the bar. Perching on a bar stool, she crossed her legs and tugged her dress as far down over her legs as it would go which she was sure wasn't far enough. The bartender came over and dropped a cocktail napkin.

"Gimme a margarita," she said in a flat voice.

"Regular or frozen?"

"Regular, no salt." He disappeared.

She swiveled on the stool to face the room. Maybe eight or ten guys scattered around watching the football game on the hi-def. She began to bounce one foot in that old come-on gesture.

"Ma'm." The bartender had returned.

"Ma'm," he repeated.

"Yeah?" She swiveled back around. Her margarita was sitting there.

"We don't allow single women like you in the bar."

"Look, I'm waiting for my boyfriend. I'll give you a nice tip." She pulled a twenty out of her purse and pushed it toward him. "My boyfriend will give you a bigger one when he joins me."

"I hope he gets here soon," the bartender replied while pocketing the bill.

She took a sip and swiveled back around holding the drink and resuming the foot bounce. After a couple of minutes one of the guys stood and walked toward her.

"Buy you a drink?"

"Still working on this one," but she smiled at him.

"Oh, yeah." He signaled the bartender. "Give me bourbon on the rocks."

"Give him a twenty," she whispered leaning close to the guy.

"Keep the change." The bartender grinned as he put the drink down and picked up the bill.

"How much?" 

"A big one for all night."

"A hundred for all night?" She was small on top, but she looked tight and those legs went on forever. He was sure that if her hem was just a little higher he would see her panties.

"Honey, you don't get out much, do you? It'll cost you ten times that for all night, cash up front. But look at what you're getting." She leaned forward a little and her neckline gaped away from her chest. She knew he could see one breast including the nipple.

His face fell. "How much for an hour?"

"I don't rent that way – all night or nothing."

He picked up his drink and shambled back to his table.

Her foot bounced for another couple of minutes. Another guy stood up.

"Let me refill that," he said.

"Why thank you kind sir."

"Give the lady another one and I'll have a Glen Livet on the rocks with a splash."

"Give him a big tip," she murmured to the guy standing beside her. She saw him drop a fifty on the bar.

"Does your wife know what you do on business trips?" She was looking at his wedding ring.

"What she doesn't know won't hurt her and she's out shopping all day today, spending my money. What about your husband?" She wasn't wearing her ring, but he could see the white band of skin around her fourth finger.

"Fuck him," she spat. "If he needs to work all weekend, I got other needs."

"Well, I'm not really into guys. That's why I'm talking to you."

She looked at him blankly for a second and then she giggled. "You're funny, uh, uh"

"Mike. Call me Mike."

"Mike, I'm Cindy. If you're not into guys, what are you into?"

"Well, uh." Suddenly he was tongue-tied. "I'd like, uh." His voice was becoming so low she could hardly hear him. "Maybe thirty-four and a half?"

She looked at him oddly and then it dawned on her. She looked around and saw the bartender talking to a guy at the other end of the bar. "You want a blow job?"

"Ye, yesss."

"Bet your wife doesn't do it?"

"Hardly ever."

"She swallow?"

"Never. Says it tastes yucky. Gets mad at me if I don't warn her."

"Well, I do. Always. And I bet yours tastes real good."

"How much?"

"You got a room here?

"Yeah."

"Finish your drink. I like to discuss money in private."

As they left the bar, she took his arm and rubbed her boob against it. "I'm glad you picked me. You look real nice. The first guy was overweight and balding."

"I was afraid I waited too long. I saw the way he looked at you."

"Honey, that's the way all men look at women when they think they're going to get some pussy."

When the elevator doors closed he turned to kiss her. She backed off. "I don't usually kiss, but for you I might make an exception. It'll cost more though."

"I'll pay." He kissed her hard. At the same time he grabbed her tit roughly. After all she was his whore now.

"Don't squeeze the Charmin too hard," she requested grabbing his wrist. "I'm not going anywhere."

They walked down the hall and entered his room. "Let's see what I can help you with." She reached for his belt.

"Wait a second. If I'm paying, I want to look at the goods. Take off your dress."

A zip and the little sundress dropped to the floor. "No undies?"

"Time is money," she replied. "Besides some guys get too eager and they rip up good clothes."

"Aren't you afraid some one will see when you're on a barstool?"

"A little advertising never hurt business." She grinned. "But I'm usually careful enough. Now back to the matter at hand."

She opened his belt and helped him step out of his slacks. She nudged him backwards until he sat down on the bed. She pulled the waistband of his underwear down letting his cock pop up. "Oh, a nice big one." 

She knelt between his legs and reached out to stroke it once or twice. "Does it taste as good as it looks?" Her red lipstick smeared along the shaft.




Forty isn't Old if You're a Tree Ch. 06



God, this is so great. He watched her head bob for a minute and then he leaned forward and cupped a breast. "Kiss me," he commanded. Their tongues dueled for a minute as she continued to jack him with her hand. Then she broke the kiss.

"I need to taste this luscious prick. I want you to feel like you're fucking my face. Don't you want that?" She bent back down. Her tongue swirled around the head as short strokes below continued the stimulation.

He leaned back on his hands. She looked up directly into his eyes as her head moved up and down. He saw the desire in her eyes. It ignited a raging fire in his. Her free hand moved to caress his balls.

Another minute of her smoldering look and wanton movements were enough. "I'm going to cum," he warned.

She stopped caressing his balls and just held them. Meanwhile, she speeded up her other hand and mouth.

"Oh god," he cried as the first spurt splashed in her mouth. She moved her mouth off his cock and directed the second spurt on to her breasts. Then she covered the head again and let the remainder pool in her mouth. When he had finished, she opened her mouth to show him his spunk, then she swallowed.

"Like I said, you taste good and feel good, too." She rubbed the spunk around her chest and then licked her fingers.

He grabbed the back of her head and kissed her hard again. He used his other hand to caress down her smooth back to her buttocks. She finally broke the kiss.

"Okay, that'll be a hundred for the blow job and an extra fifty for the kissing." 

He retrieved his pants and pulled the wallet out. "Here's two hundred. You were really good. If I want to reach you again, how do I do it?"

"I'm usually around. I bet you'll be able to find me without much trouble." She slipped back into her dress. "Good by." She closed the door behind her.

****

Ten minutes later Julie opened the door with her key. "That little walk around the block really cleared my head. Have you been doing alright?"

"Just waiting for you. I hopped in and showered to get some of the mall grime off."

"That sounds good to me, too. I'm going to hop in the shower before dinner. I feel a little sticky after all the walking we did today." 

"'Okay."

****

Julie and Michael were talking over their before-dinner drinks. She had changed into a red blouse and hip-hugger black slacks. The exercise had really improved her shape.

"I heard about a quirky club, Feline Frolics. It's a small place, but I'm told it's fun at times." Julie looked over a Michael.

"Maybe sometime we ought to try it. Is it near here?" Michael waited for her reply.

"Two blocks up and one block over on 5th."

"So walking distance."

"Yeah."

After dinner Julie helped Michael get ready. After he dressed, she helped him with the wig and brushed it into a nice soft wave. Then she applied lipstick and a little mascara and eyeliner. They both looked in the mirror. "Well, I hope you like the butch type," he said.

"I'm going to the newsstand downstairs. I ran out of toothpaste." She blew him a kiss as she went out the door.

****

She had taken a couple of sips of her daiquiri. The bar was so dead tonight. Maybe it was just early, but there were only about half-dozen couples scattered about. She was the only single. If this weren't her only night out, she would just leave. 

Then she saw the tall blonde come in. The blonde wasn't a femme, but she didn't seem exactly butch either. Maybe her height made her seem gangly and her skinniness hid some of her feminine traits. She sat on a barstool several seats away and ordered a white wine.

Julie caught her eye in the mirror behind the bar and then looked away. The blonde spun her stool slowly away from Julie and took a sip of wine as she surveyed the room. Julie was watching out of the corner of her eye. The blonde's height gave her great legs. They looked so smooth and shapely to Julie.

The blonde rotated a little further. "I haven't seen you in here before." The alto voice was smooth, tickling Julie's eardrum with a hint of desire. 

"I come into the city to shop a couple of times a year. Since I'm doing a lot of Christmas shopping, I thought I'd stay overnight and spend two days in the stores."

"Hubby minding the kids?" The blazing one-carat diamond and matching wedding ring stood out even in the dimly lit bar.

"He hates to shop. He was very willing to let me come while he took the kids on a day hike in the mountains. But I got bored in my room. I wanted to get out and talk to someone."

"Yeah, I felt like talking tonight, too. My friends call me Roxy." She had moved over to the stool next to Julie and stuck out her hand."

"I'm Julie, Roxy. Glad to meet you." They made small talk for a short time.

"Julie, would you like to dance?" Music had started up somewhere and two couples were out on the tiny floor dancing to a Madonna song.

"Oh, that would be nice. I haven't danced in so long."

They gyrated around the floor for two songs. Julie laughed when Roxy mugged like Madonna. As they danced around each other during the second song, Roxy put her hands on Julie's hips as the dance floor became more crowded. After that, Julie passed Roxy once and put her hand on Roxy's side to steady her step. Then they took a break.

"That was so much fun," Julie gushed. "You are really a good dancer."

"Maybe I just have more chances to get out and practice than a married woman does."

"Roxy – a nickname?"

"My mother was a Literature major. She said Cyrano de Bergerac was her favorite play so she named me Roxane. Unfortunately, like the original, I haven't been able to get a Cyrano to appear in my life."

"Well, you're so lively and I love talking to you. Some one will come along. Oof." Another patron had stumbled against Julie causing her to spill a little of her drink. She looked around the bar. "This place was dead until you came in. Now it seems to be filled to overflowing."

"Everybody heard I was here." Roxy grinned.

"It's noisy, too. I've got a minibar back in my room. Why don't we go back there where we can talk without shouting?"

"Great idea."

During the walk back to the hotel, they talked about the weather and the upcoming holidays. When they got into the elevator, the talking died. Julie's eagerness in the dim bar was fading in the bright lights of the hotel. 

Julie opened the door to her room and fled away from the blonde. "The bar's over here. What can I fix you?"

"Wine? Wine cooler?"

"Sure." Julie pulled out a cooler and a vodka bottle and some tonic for herself. When she straightened up, the tall blonde was standing behind her. She felt the other woman's fingers comb through her hair.

"I've never done this before," Julie sighed.

"What? You arranged a night away from your husband and you just happened to wander into a lesbian bar three blocks from your hotel?"

"Things have been same-ole, same-ole for the last few months. And all the magazines have talked about this star with a guy one week and a girl the next. It just seems like everybody mixes with everybody. So I thought – "

"Don't think." Roxy nibbled at her earlobe.

"Oooh." That was one of Julie's sensitive spots.

"Feel my lips on your neck." Julie shivered. "Let me touch your skin." The long fingers began pushing the buttons on her blouse through the buttonholes. Then the unpolished nails grazed the skin of her chest.

"You are so sexy. I knew the moment I came in tonight that I had to have you. That I had to make love to you." That voice slithered into Julie's ear and down to her pussy. She was flooded between her legs. Roxy pulled her blouse off her shoulders, but the last two buttons were still done up in the shirttail underneath her slacks. Her arms were now pulled back and immovable. The restraint made Julie breathe faster.

"I like the lace of your bra." The bra was almost all lace. Roxy pulled one of the cups down and the flesh bobbled free. "You like this, huh." Two long fingers pulled the erect nipple and the tit-flesh outward.

"Uunnh," groaned Julie. The slight pain combined with the restraint might give her an orgasm right now.

"Are you wet for me? Do you want my fingers inside you?" The hand let the nipple go and skimmed down to the button of Julie's slacks. A quick twist and Julie felt the material around her waist loosen. The last two buttons of her blouse popped open and her arms were free. She held her arms back though, still feeling like she was restrained. 

"I like your panties. You just happened to wander into the bar wearing a red lace thong that exactly matches your red lace bra." Julie felt the hand dip under the elastic. "Oh, nice. I like a bare pussy, no hair in the teeth."

"Oooh," Julie groaned again. She turned her head and buried her face in the neck of the taller woman. She kissed and licked at the smooth skin over the collar bone.

"You like this, don't you?" A pause while Julie continued to nibble on Roxy's neck. "Well, Miss I've-Never-Done-This-Before, are you going to want to do this again? Are you?" Roxy was thrusting two fingers in and out of her slit.

"Yes, yes, yess! I want to do it again and again. Do me more!' Julie's hips were gyrating slowly now.

"I want to see your wet pussy." Roxy dropped to one knee and pulled down both slacks and panties in one hard yank. "Get on the bed." She gave a quick slap to one of the firm buns in front of her.

Julie bent over to drop her shoes and step out of the slacks around her ankles. She jumped quickly to the bed. As she turned and sat down Roxy was right in front of her. The blonde turned and pulled up her skirt. "Kiss my panties before I do any more."

Julie leaned forward and pressed her lips against the silk material on one side, while running her hands up and down those gorgeous legs. Then she kissed the other side. Finally, she pressed her lips to the long indentation and used her tongue to force the lime green silk between the two taut cheeks. Roxy turned slowly and Julie trailed little kisses across the soft material. Finally Roxy was facing her. Julie took a deep breath and pulled down the waistband of the panties.

"Your skin is so soft." She kissed downward. "So soft and smooth."

"That's good," Roxy said. She knelt in front of Julie. "Ask me for what you want," she commanded while pushing Julie's knees apart.

"Kiss me there," Julie pointed between her legs.

"Ask me specifically."

"Kiss my pussy, please." Julie rolled back on the bed holding her knees apart. "Lick my cunt. Please make me cum with your tongue."

Roxy pushed her head between the two firm thighs and licked gently at the exposed pink flesh. Julie felt the wonderful wet red digit move slowly from the bottom of her slit to her clit. It circled there, then descended again. As it moved back to her clit sparks radiated from the juncture of two people. Julie wrapped a hand in the blonde hair and held the head in place. It didn't take long.

Julie stomped her feet down on the mattress and pushed up into the face at her pussy. She felt the contractions in her cunt and heard herself trill in a faraway sound. Then she collapsed.

Julie heard some scratching and then a tearing sound. "I'll leave my number on the bedside table. Give me a call the next time you come to town to shop." Julie heard a door close, but she was too exhausted to do anything other than roll up and crawl between the sheets.

****

Michael came out of the bathroom nude and slid under the sheets beside Julie. She pressed closer and they drifted off to sleep.

Moonlight was bathing the room when Michael woke half dozen hours later. He got up to relieve himself. When he crawled back in bed, Julie traveled to the bathroom. When she returned, she gently put her lips to his.

He opened his mouth and traced her teeth with his tongue. At the same time he began circling his fingers down her backbone. She stretched out next to him, throwing one leg over his and pressing her center against his hip.

He was still groggy and hence momentarily surprised at the smooth skin and the wetness between her legs. She broke the kiss and licked down the side of his throat to his chest. Then she returned up the other side to his mouth. They traded licks, kisses and caresses for some time before their hands wandered southward.

He moved one hand to stroke those delightful morsels that pressed into his skin. He bent and nipped at her nipples and pushed them closer together twisting his head from one to the other. He let one hand drift down to the smooth skin between her legs. The slick, wet bump rolled under the light stroke of his finger. She moaned into his ear.

She felt so hot. It had been years since she was this excited. Then she felt his head move. He kissed the underside of her breasts. He licked down to her belly button. Then he kissed lower. Yes! This is what she wanted. His tongue slipped over her clit and dragged down through her center. It reversed direction. Then it stopped and plunged in and out of her gaping hole several times. She had to have it on her clit. She pulled on the back of his head until he was positioned correctly. Then she pushed up into his mouth.

She tasted so sweet to him. Why had he punished himself by not doing this for so long? He loved the feel of her hips gyrating against his face. He slipped two fingers inside her as he continued the light licks over her clit.

The delicious sensations spouted from his mouth and spread across her body. Lights flickered behind her closed eyelids. She couldn't control her hips. She couldn't control her body. She arched up and dropped limply to the bed as the aftershocks jerked at her nerves.

When she opened her eyes again, Michael was staring at her. "You are so beautiful."

She pulled his head down to her lips. She could taste the slick juices around his mouth. "You lie down now," she commanded. She kissed down his neck to his chest. She licked around his nipples and then across under his arm. The manly smell started her motor again. She kissed his belly button and continued sliding down until she nuzzled the skin around the base of his cock.

She started to stroke his cock as she licked at random spots on his belly, his balls, and his thighs. She leaned across his thighs as she brought the head to her mouth. She began to bob while continuing with her hand lower down.

He let the sensations flow out from her mouth for several minutes. When the urge began to grow, he knew he didn't want to finish this way. "Stop! Get on top of me."

She never let his cock go as she swung around and threw a leg across his hips. She rubbed the head back and forth along her furrow several times and then held it still as she slowly descended. Down, up, down further, up, down all the way. As she sat there on him, eyes closed, feeling the fullness within her, he felt her juices seeping out onto him.

She started moving. First it was just slowly up and down. Then she leaned forward on one arm, bouncing at about a forty-five degree angle. Finally she was leaning on her forearms, her body moving just above and parallel to his. He felt the delicious scraping of her hard nipples across his chest. Where they joined he felt all squishy and slick. His skin that hadn't been exposed for almost thirty years now enjoyed the delicious friction of her wetness.

He felt her clench her muscles around him. After a few minutes she moaned. "Michael, you're so good. I'm getting close. Come in me. Come in me."

She continued to chant in his ear. She increased the speed of her movements. She pressed her hips harder onto his to increase the friction on her clitoris, but the wetness all over their joining kept things moving easily. She pushed her hips down against him and pinned him to the mattress. He felt the spasms in her and they caused him to spurt. They both collapsed and she rolled off him.

"Michael, that was wonderful. You are so good to me. I want to remember how much I love you forever."

"Was I as good as Roxy?"

"Michael, Roxy was a fling. She could never be as good as the man I love and who loves me. Our soul connection guarantees that."

"Was I as good as Cindy?" She asked in turn. He could see her grinning at him.

"Well, Cindy finished me off and swallowed. I didn't want to waste my self in your mouth, so I can't really compare. I might have to look Cindy up again to get her to do me once more and then let you do me. Just to be fair, you understand."

"I'll do you alright." She jumped on top of him. They wrestled around for a minute or two before quieting down in each other's arms.

She snuggled up against him and they were quiet for a while. Then Michael had to ask a something which had popped into his mind the day before.

"That brings up a question," he began. "Tell me about how you and Dr. Jacobsen came up with this idea."

She propped herself up on her elbow and looked into his face. The moonlight coming in through the open curtains allowed her to see his reactions. "I was going to have this conversation later today, but now seems okay."

"First, as they say the fine print. I've already admitted that most of what happened over the last year was my fault. Some of it was aggravated by my depression, but, again, I'm sorry for everything I did."

"Now, back to your feature presentation." She smiled at him. "Last fall before my depression, I felt our love life was getting stale. We did the same thing every time. I did have an orgasm or two each time we did it and I'm sure you did too, but it was the same way, almost like a checklist. Kissing, two minutes, nipple-play one minute, stroke my pussy, stroke your cock, oral sex, mostly you on me, me on you was a rare variation. Intercourse, choose a position from a list of three. It was like having chocolate layer cake for dessert every night; sometimes you want a change to apple pie."

"Since I began to get better this summer, I realized that we had fallen back to the same level, except it was a little worse. Neither of us did oral anymore because of the associations with my affair. I loved the oral that you gave me before that. I think you enjoyed it. And I had learned to love performing oral on you. What Cindy said yesterday was true – you do taste good. I told Dr. Jacobsen about this and that I wanted us to be more imaginative in bed. I wasn't sure what I wanted in this regard, but I wanted something different."

"She suggested acting out fantasies. We talked and came up with the idea of getting out of the house and me picking a fantasy that was outrageous, but very exciting. From there I think it's worked out well."

"Another question: honey, have you ever done anything with a woman?"

The silence stretched out for a minute or two. "No. I have wondered. Back in college when I was a junior, before I met you, there was a girl on my hall that I sort of had a crush on. She was about my height but a lot curvier, probably D cup and a nice round butt. It wasn't cool then to be bisexual, so I didn't do anything and then she graduated. If she had made a pass at me, I probably would have tumbled. I didn't know anything about her preferences although she went on dates with guys. Even if I thought she was into girls, I probably would have been too scared of the repercussions to try to start anything. Since I met you I hadn't even thought much about it. When Dr. Jacobsen suggested this weekend and told me to be outrageous, I decided to use this fantasy."

"Michael, tell me you love me. I love you so much now it hurts sometimes when we're apart."

"Julie: Come grow old with me, the best is yet to be."

"Oh Michael, yes, yes my love."

END