2 comments/ 34143 views/ 2 favorites Jonas By: darren911 On a cul-de-sac, toward the base of Squaw Peak along the Wasatch front, there's a hatchback pulling out from a drive-way. There were dozens in the Orem-Provo area: with technology firms, university professors, and financial businessmen that claimed these development communities. They were young models of American families: two small kids, a dog, a Roth IRA, and active in their communities. Many were Mormon and took great pains to attend all their meetings. Their habits detailed in closely kept planners. You could see their lives mapped one hour at a time over day, over week, over month. These were journals of events, not the thoughts and minds that accompanied. From it -and their checkbooks- you could see a great deal. See what people never planned on others seeing. Jack Downey. Thirtieth birthday: the sixteenth of the month. Spent $200 on a hotel: Thursday. Wife's ultrasound results: fifteenth. Another $200 on personal services: same night. Wife, very pregnant in one photo; petite and athletic in an older one. Thirty dollars on "food" at the State Liquor store. Wife at Relief Society meeting: Thursday night. A receipt for condoms at Albertson's on University Parkway, same night. Reading it, anyone would worry. They would see things, read things. It wasn't what it seemed. The condoms were for a gift basket for newlywed friends in the congregation. Someone had to be realistic about their newfound habits. The alcohol? It was for him. The bottle of Dom Perignon spilled during an attempt to loosen the cork, emptying all over the floor. The 200 dollars room service was a bargain bottle of Champagne. He noted that the cheaper bottle tasted better anyways, even if he would be drinking alone tonight. He picked his wife up after the meeting. Julia'd slept most of the day and was surprisingly energetic. All the planning for the church's teenage girls. He wouldn't blame her if she fell asleep right now. With surprises, he usually caved and told her. He took too much joy in letting people know of his plans, as if everyone deserved to be in on them. Tonight would be different, he promised. She'd had a rough month, the morning sickness lasting two weeks longer than expected. She felt bloated and fat. The gymnast's body she'd developed and competed with grew from 130 to 150 already. Her waist went from thirty to thirty five, which you couldn't see beneath the venous bulge. Maternity clothes didn't flatter. Elastic waistlines were something that reminded her of yoga, not a necessity in jeans. She felt worried too. Her plans of going back to work at the firm seemed hopeless. The recession had developed into depression for many banks. The investment firm didn't even have the same ownership after the banking shake-ups of 2008 and 2009. She felt worried still after doing laundry earlier that day. She'd found some receipts in his jeans, which he normally emptied: condoms, alcohol, and a hotel. These made little sense and she hoped they were someone else's. She felt naïve for making such an excuse. Of course they weren't. They were his. He'd signed for them no doubt, using his debit card. Still, she smiled when she got in the car. This gave him hope. The rain started up again and he turned the wipers on. The consistency of their rhythm made him blush a little at his plans. He was embarrassed. They were no longer kids, or awkward college students. He knew how to unbutton her brassiere, something that took less effort for him than his peers had suggested. They were no longer afraid to touch each other. They no longer feared that they'd be sent to hell. They were married and it was perfectly acceptable; no need to worry that their clergy and family would be ashamed of them. She turned to him asking when they missed the exit. He smiled at her and told her not to worry. The look she gave was the same as when he'd first asked her out to the Theatre. A playful, puzzled look when he asked her. They saw Gone with the Wind. He enjoyed it but protested at the audience's laughter after Rhett Butler forced her into bed. Scarlett O'Hara sat in bed, eerily composed. The scene made him feel uneasy. The face she made now was not the one she made after that scene. Thank god. They pulled into the concierge pick-up. They'd never had something as grand as college students on honeymoon. The best he'd done for their nuptials was a Motel 8 as they both lived in the dormitories at the time, with a strict "No Boys in Girl's Rooms" policy. It was an odd rule for a university, especially considering they paid for the rooms, tuition - even the utilities. He took her by the hand and gave the keys to the bell-hop, surprised by how smoothly things went. He'd never been smooth or graceful. She turned her face to him, her dark brown hair falling over her eye. "Wait, since when can we afford this?" A question he hadn't planned on. He'd been carefully overwriting the cost of groceries and gas each week, hiding the money in the lines. He didn't want her to find out. Gas prices rose didn't they? "Don't worry." He grinned. It was that stupid grin of his that she admired. He looked so self-assured when he did but it always shone during uncertain times. She knew pulling up that he'd rented a room but why? Why impress her now? She'd done nothing special for him as of late and this was a bit much for one of his surprises. She didn't want to think it. She did anyways. What if this is an apology? Is this some way of him making up? If so, for what? Those were the type of thoughts she didn't want to have -- but did. They got into the brass elevator. The weight limit stated 600 kilograms and now she felt conscious of her own body again. Why must everything be measured? He put his arms around her, hands clasped just beneath the bulge. Her friends hadn't put on as much weight so soon. She felt awkward, her balance displaced. She felt worse than the depictions in cartoons, as if she herself were a caricature, proportions stretched and warped and sagging. She sighed and felt his warm breath on her neck as he whispered in her ear. "You remember when we went to the movies on our second date?" The image of him barefoot, walking the empty streets from the International Film screening on campus came. He'd been such an odd-ball, a goof and yet he could remain endearing without appearing to try so hard. She whispered back in affirmation. Her cheeks started warming, though she was unsure if it were memories of him and her back now pressed against his body as they leant against the elevator wall or if it were the flashes in temperature she'd had this past month. She wished to get off her ankles. The elevator chimed and the polished doors opened, swirling marble leading to room 518. He'd requested the room closest to the elevator. A good idea, he thought. Less walking on her feet. She'd been sore as a gymnast and was use to walking around this way but not tonight. He picked her up, less sturdy than he supposed and they moved forward a bit faster. At the door: a problem. How to get the key out without setting her down? Of all the concerns and labors for this night: a key in his breast pocket now seem to unravel the moment. He whispered about the key to her and she reached into his pocket, pulling it out. She couldn't have been the first woman to help a forgetful husband into a hotel room, could she? A green light flashed and they were in. He took several steps, wanting to make her feel light as if he planned on carrying her the whole night. The few times he used his gym membership seemed to pay off. He remembered having trouble picking her up when they married, back when he himself was thinner. Looking at the iced champagne, the baby's breath on the blankets, and the red card: it finally settled on her. It had been another year. Two years since they'd married, just weeks after her graduation. He'd been sent home early from an evangelical mission and decided to resume studies. He didn't want to wait for medical doctors to determine his eligibility to serve. He wanted life to keep moving at that fast tempo he'd discovered. He claimed to have been released early just to meet her. She took it in, a little breathless and feeling out of place. She'd forgotten the anniversary again. He took her hand and sat on the edge of the bed. They spoke for some time, laughing like they were kids again. She hadn't expected something like this. She forgot her weight. Forgot the swollen calves and ankles. Forgot the time she'd spent over the toilet this morning. Forgot how her bladder had caused her to leave the lecture she'd attended. Then he kissed her and- -her mind slipped and unburdened itself. They hadn't been intimate for months now, mostly her decision, afraid he'd find her unattractive with stretch marks formed at her waist. She thought it absurd now. It wasn't like he hadn't tried a few times before she brushed him aside and rolled over in bed. They started to undress and he laughed when her shirt caught on her belly. Her face turned ash. He apologized, realizing the error. He now thought he seemed hasty and inconsiderate. Laughing at my wife? Where have I come? She rose and turned toward him. They were naked now. She covered up, despite knowing what they were about to do. She'd always been conscious about her breasts. As a gymnast, she'd always been slender, build like a boy and rarely eating enough. Not that she had breasts, she felt awkward. They weren't small, soft little lumps. They sagged now, dropping oblong, not the pert circles seen in the grocery store. The ones you'd see before the black placard covered them up at the check-stand. She held her belly too, feeling uneasy in front of him. How could he find her attractive right now? Of all the preferences she knew he had during sex, sagging breasts and stretch marks were not ones she was aware of. He preferred being on top too, which she now understood to be a technical impossibility, not without his weight acting as a vice on the child. She laughed at the image of a baby with a cone shaped head, covering her mouth at her husband's bewildered expression. He had never had performance issues. Now, he thought he might. How often the both of them would laugh at their private thoughts, always wondering what went on in the other's mind? "How are we going to do this?" he asked. She smirked a little as they stacked and rolled, much like children's blocks. They finally agreed on the side. She wouldn't worry about him looking at her now misshapen chest or the stretch marks on her stomach. Her only concern was whether he could even reach at such an angle. It went in and she felt a sigh of relief. For him, he barely felt it though it might prove to his advantage. He could focus without worrying about finishing too soon. He had tried not to masturbate since the pregnancy. She hated the idea but accepted it up till now. Better that he think of her than of the other women he knew. The idea kind of revolted him though. A man so desperate, he couldn't wait nine months. He'd waited twenty-four years to lose his virginity. Now less than 3/4 of a year was too much? It was a strange position, working muscles he rarely used. The past year spent at a desk in a cubicle, reviewing schematics and drafts didn't help any. He found his wife more attractive pregnant than he did when they met. He didn't just think it: it was so counter-intuitive that he almost laughed. He tried not to think of work but that's what he did every other time they were together. It helped last and he hoped she could enjoy moments like these. Enjoy it, in spite of moments like these, he thought. Soon ten minutes became twenty. Her breathing, even for her current state was rapid. She hadn't felt like this since early in their marriage. It was tense but good, like muscles wound at the end of the day, just barely beginning to unsettle. He kept moving, abdomen burning tight. Then something unexpected, that both reached that point, without expectation. She whimpered a bit and he stopped breathing. Things went a little dead in the room. Waiting a moment, she rolled over. They were facing each other, noses inches away from touching. Both smiled. Her mind raced up again, weaving in ways he tried to keep up with sometimes. Labyrinthine, he called it. She mouthed the words thank you, to which he did the same. She looked away a second before turning back to him. This was a question people asked each other but made no sense: "Do you still love me?" she asked. The phrasing worried him. "Yes." A pause. "Do you still find me attractive?" His turn. "Of course." "Why?" "Why? Why I find you attractive?" She nodded. "Now, I mean. Why now?" He looked confused. She made her questioning face. "I understand the question." "So why?" "Routine, I suppose." "What was routine about tonight? Do you normally sleep with whales?" "Well, if they'd look have as good as you, I'd harpoon them." She turn on her back, laughing. "Yes, Julia, I love you." Jonas & Rose in Brazil Jonas was just finishing his second cup of coffee after breakfast as they began their decent. He always found the timing of the flight from Dulles to Sao Paulo's Guarulhos International Airport convenient....a late evening departure with a mid morning arrival meant a nice nap on the overnight trip and a chance to arrive refreshed. He had been upgraded on today's trip from the usual business class to first class. Jonas didn't think the extra touches on the food and drink service were anything special, but the extra inches on the lie flat seat in first was priceless. He smiled thinking about Rose, who would great him at the airport. Rose was the firm's outside counsel for business in Brazil over the last several years. She had also been Jonas' lover for nearly as long. He traveled to Brazil for business several times a year. He loved the country, but he certainly also loved spending time in the bedroom with Rose. Although happily married, she sought out sexual adventure with Jonas. Her appetite for sex was incredible, even for the experienced Jonas. He almost felt sorry for her husband, a pleasant and likable engineer. Jonas was certain he simply couldn't keep up with her sex drive. In fact, Jonas often wondered if he could too on a permanent basis. The occasional trips were perfect. He immediately spotted Rose outside of customs. She ran over to greet him with a big hug and a generous kiss on the cheek. However, this was Brazil after al where public displays of affection were much more common, even among professional colleagues. Her behavior would not have drawn any suspicions to a casual observer. Rose was the opposite of Jonas' tall and imposing frame. Petite and short with fantastic dark, brown hair. Her fit body, with an ample yet tight ass and perky tits was a perfect combination to her seemingly endless energy. This morning, she wore a simple, attractive white blouse and a relative short, but professional miniskirt; Jonas was quite certain that panties would not be part of her outfit. "Jonas dear, I've missed you so much that I have a small surprise for you this morning!" was the greeting that she met Jonas with today. "You'll have to wait a few minutes until we get in the car though." Jonas smiled. While he had no idea of what she had in mind, he had no doubt that the surprise would be sexual in nature and would likely provide a nice energetic antidote to any jetlag that he might have. They quickly fetched Jonas' priority checked bag and Rose phoned the driver to bring the car around. Jonas knew the car would be a simple black car variety with dark, tinted windows. Anything too expensive or flashy looking in Brazil was simply not wise given the unfortunate crime rate. Jonas also knew that any driver working for Rose would be discrete as he had had fun with her in the back seat on more than one previous occasion. They settled into the back seat of the car, a late model Chevy sedan, and began the long, traffic-ridden trip into town. Jonas was surprised to see that the driver today was a quite attractive brunette who greeted him warmly. 'Is this part of the surprise,' Jonas wondered. Rose immediately set to work on James, kissing him aggressively and passionately. She was a great kisser with a strong and attentive tongue. Soon his hands were inside her shirt and unhooking the clasps of her bra. Her breasts, while not large, were terrifically firm and fun to play with. Soon her bra was off and Jonas was cupping her left tit with his right hand. Her nipples were rapidly hardening like bullets and he pinched each gently. Rose had likewise gotten under Jonas' shirt and started to run her hand across his chest. She too, engaged in a bit of light nipple pinching. Neither Jonas nor Rose paid any heed to the driver. While she was clearly aware of the antics in the back seat, she simply focused on the task at hand, driving to town through the traffic. The first time he had fooled around with Rose in the car, he had felt incredibly uncomfortable. Rose had only been able to give him a hand job on that occasion due to Jonas' reluctance to perform with another person in the car. While Jonas was not an exhibitionist by nature, he had grown to like the periodic back seat fuck with Rose with a driver present. By this time, Jonas' cock was hard and straining against his pants. Rose unbuckled his pants and quickly shuffled them down to his ankles. Today, Jonas was incredibly turned on by the presence of a female driver. He quietly positioned himself in his seat so that the driver could easily see his cock and balls in the mirror. Whatever Rose had in mind for Jonas, he wanted to enjoy letting the driver watch. Jonas reached up Rose's skirt. Sure enough, she was not wearing panties. Instead, he quickly found the soft trimmed hair of her bush. Jonas absolutely loved the way Rose trimmed her bush. In his opinion, it was simply perfection. Rose was already damp when Jonas started to finger her. He slipped two fingers inside her and then withdrew them. He sucked her juices from his index finger and offered his middle finger to Rose. She sucked his finger aggressively and said, 'My Jonas, was a tasty slit you've gotten into...I need to suck on something else.' in a moment, she was kneeling on the seat besides Jonas and sucking his cock. Jonas considered himself significantly more experienced sexually than most men. That being said, Rose gave incredible, aggressive head that drove him wild. Thankfully he was well along into his 30's and able to enjoy her attention to his erect member. He often wondered if he would have lasted 90 seconds of a Rose blowjob in his early 20s. Rose knew about Jonas' fetish for noise. She made sure to make his blowjob very wet and noisy, pausing from time to time to spit, loudly, on his balls, something that Jonas loved. Jonas caught Rose looking up towards the rear view mirror a few times. There was no doubt, the driver was very discretely enjoying the show while keeping her eyes on the heavy traffic. Jonas was nearly certain that he saw the thin outline of a smile on the driver's lips more than once. While it was unclear to him how she could be the surprise with her driving duties, it was clear to him that she and Rose were up to something. Well, he would be in town for a week, there was plenty of time for more than one surprise. "What about that surprise baby," Jonas inquired. Rose looked up, smiled and asked, "have you grown bored of my cock sucking skills darling? OK, let me show you something." Rose rolled her skirt up to her waist and turned around on the seat. Still kneeling on the seat, but now facing away from Jonas with her fantastic ass facing him. There, stuck into the middle of her asshole, was a ruby colored crystal anal plug. Jonas laughed. Of course, here was the surprise. Rose loved anal sex, but was extremely tight. Although Jonas cock was only slightly larger than average, she still needed to stretch her asshole for anal play and this took time. Her pre-planned plug put her in 'ready to assfuck' mode for their drive. Jonas started to play gently with the plug. He loved the fact that she had obviously gone into the airport to wait for him with her anal plug in place. He popped it out of her ass and was surprised by its weight. He leaned over and tongued Rose's asshole. It was well stretched now and ready for sex. Still, he wanted to have some fun first. He continued with his tongue....he was able to stick it in her ass fairly deep as a result of the plug's work. He used a spiral motion to push the plug in and out a few times. The moans from Rose were a clear endorsement of his approach. He stroked his cock in preparation for her ass. At this moment, the driver announced, 'we'll be arriving in about 20 minutes." This time, there was no mistaking the smile on her lips or the direct eye contact that she made with Jonas via the mirror. He was certain, this would not be the last he saw of her this trip. "Ok baby, you've got just enough time to fuck me in the ass and cum in my mouth before we need to freshen up." Fortunately, Rose was quite petite and actually perfect for the confines of the sedan. She sat on Jonas' lap and lowered herself onto his cock. Rose was not the first Jonas lover to remark on the size of his cock as being perfect for anal sex. With his hands on her hips, Jonas fucked Rose in the ass for several minutes. The driver now hid all pretense of anonymous discretion. She was clearly enjoying the show in the back seat. "Jonas, this is Fernanda. Show her how well you can fuck me in the ass. You'll have a chance to get to know her better this trip too." Ah, Jonas had been right, the driver was clearly more than just a driver. They exited the freeway and entered city streets. Rose took this as her cue to hop off Jonas' cock and replace her ass with her mouth. "How does your ass taste baby," Jonas inquired. "Let your friend Fernanda know too so she can try it later." Fernando smiled broadly in the front seat and said nothing. Rose responded by sucking his cock more aggressively. Jonas knew he would come soon. Rose started to finger the base of his balls to help bring him to orgasm. With a loud groan and full body spasm, he unloaded his balls into Rose's mouth and down her throat. "Jonas, you taste great as usual, but you had too much to drink on the flight last night," teased Rose. Jonas responded, "that was great baby, what a way to kill jetlag! But I didn't have time to make you cum baby!" Rose smiled, "Don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to do that before you leave, and if you don't, I'll just hide your passport until you do! Welcome back to Brazil!" Just a few minutes later, Fernanda brought the car to a stop in front of the Hotel Unique, a boutique hotel with a terrific rooftop bar. Soon, Jonas and Rose strode into the lobby, just two tired travelers ready to check into their hotel to freshen up for the business meetings ahead. The desk clerk offered them a mint candy while she checked them in....'no thanks," said Rose, "I've already used my favorite mouthwash and don't want to ruin the taste." Jonas' Erotic Massage Jonas had been visiting Jenny at the massage parlor for nearly two years now. Although the sub-tropical Asian metropolis was not his home, he had been spending enough time there via prolonged trips to know the city well. Jonas first visited the massage parlor on an earlier visit to the city while in town for one of his first professional engagements there. A colleague had recommended it as a higher-end erotic massage service. By chance, Jonas was served by Jenny on his first trip. Jenny, a petite Asian in her late twenties, was a talented masseuse with a great personality; Jonas had visited the massage parlor many times in the past two years, but had never been anyone's customer except for Jenny. The receptionist received Jonas at the secure, businesslike entranceway and greeted him by name. The business was a favorite to local and visiting professionals like Jonas for its quality and discretion. Once inside, a hostess greeted Jonas and took him to his suite for that afternoon's appointment. Jenny was already waiting inside the suite, which looked much like a large hotel room to the casual observer. Soft carpeting and wall art with subdued lighting provided a relaxed environment. A massage table stood against one wall adjacent a table with fresh towels and linens. Jonas greeted Jenny and took a seat on the couch. A second hostess brought in a tray of tea for Jonas and Jenny and set it on the table in front of the couch, next to the vase of fresh cut flowers. This was a ritual dating back to Jonas' first visit so long ago when he accepted tea not quite knowing what to expect. While the relationship between Jonas and Jenny was clearly one of a business nature, they mutually enjoyed each others company and talked comfortably for a few minutes. Jonas rose from the couch and walked over to the seat in front of the en-suite bathroom. Jenny took his clothes as he undressed for his shower; they would be neatly folded and hanging for him when their session was complete. Jonas was completely comfortable naked in front of Jenny. Certainly, there were no secrets about his body to her. After his shower, she would take his bathrobe from him and he would lie on the table, face down. Jenny was an excellent masseuse. She started with Jonas' back to ease the tension from too many hours in front of his work computer. When Jenny was ready to massage his buttocks and legs, she would first spread Jonas' legs as wide open as possible. Jonas always enjoyed the feeling of slight vulnerability that came with this, his balls slightly exposed even in this face down position. Jenny massaged Jonas' buttocks and inner thighs vigorously, but also let her fingertips trace lightly on his body from time to time. Jonas loved to feel the contractions in his scrotum when Jenny did this. Jonas and Jenny were so familiar with each other, that his unrestrained moans would guide her work; a certain understanding had developed between them through many visits. Once Jenny turned Jonas on his back, she would massage his arms and head to begin. He particularly enjoyed the sensation of lying unclothed on the table. He long ago asked Jenny to leave him completely uncovered, his cock lying patiently for its call to attention. Jenny would start the process to arouse Jonas sexually while massaging his chest, pausing briefly to squeeze his nipples for a few moments. Traveling down to his stomach and navel, Jonas would feel his cock begin to stir towards an aroused state. There was no hurry, Jenny had developed a process that slowly took Jonas towards a full erection over several minutes. Jenny incorporated verbal cues into this process, with comments like, 'are you ready to get hard Jonas', and 'how much cum do you have for me today.' Certainly none of this was part of Jonas' first experience with Jenny, nor was it likely part of the service for any but the most loyal and long-time customers. Sometimes Jonas would answer Jenny's questions, and sometimes he would remain silent...it was all part of the process. Once Jonas was fully erect, Jenny would apply more oil liberally to his cock and balls. She knew very well, Jonas liked his hand jobs slow, slippery and noisy. Jonas loved to listen to the sound of Jenny stroking him, her light dirty talk against a backdrop of slippery, wet noise only heightened his pleasure. Jenny always brought Jonas to the brink of orgasm several times before letting him cum. While Jonas' first few visits had seen Jenny tug him off quickly, likely the standard client treatment to this day, Jonas repeated visits over two years and generous tips had lead to a different experience. Jonas groaned as Jenny held the base of his cock with one hand, pulling his foreskin taught, while massaging the head of his cock with her other hand. Jonas loved the feel of Jenny on his cock and body. While it was different than what he experienced with his lovers, it was immensely pleasurable. Jonas actually used his sessions with Jenny to practice deep breathing skills to heighten his orgasms and understand his body better in order to enjoy better sex with his lovers. He relished the feeling of power that Jenny wielded over him....better breathing control or not, she determined when Jonas would cum. When Jenny was ready to let Jonas orgasm, she would stimulate the base of his balls with one hand and stroke with the other, applying just the right amount of pressure. Jonas always came forcefully during his Jenny visits. Once he started to cum, she would continue to stroke him, noisily, until the last spurt. She would then stand noiselessly, with her hands gently on Jonas for a few moments while he regained his breath. This immediate post-orgasm moments were always comfortable peaceful for Jonas as he lay on the bed, hyper-aware of the cum that had landed on his chest and stomach, sometimes dripping to the side. After a minutes, Jenny would quickly and efficiently wipe him down. She would then finish their session with a few minutes of post-orgasmic work on Jonas' legs, with a focus on his ankles. For whatever reason, having his ankles rubbed after an orgasm induced the most incredible sense of calm in Jonas that was nearly as pleasurable as the orgasm itself. For Jonas, this was the happy ending.