3 comments/ 44392 views/ 6 favorites Touched Down Deep...Ch. 1 By: Rattlesnake1775 "Touched Down Deep" Or "The Smiths Family Return, Part I" Elaine stood on the front porch of her suburban home, searching the darkness around her for the glim of a cigarette. Of course, none was to be found. That would be typical for things in her life here lately. Sighing, she leaned against the railing, hating herself for wanting one in the first place. She had quit years ago, before her first pregnancy, and then again after having take up the habit again for awhile after the twins were born. At the time, it had helped ease the stress of reentry into the job market, and formed the basis of a connection with some of the younger women she worked, and competed, with. David, her husband of 19 years had finally gotten enough, and launched a covert campaign in concert with the four kids. Cigarettes had disappeared to be replaced with gum and the patch, the lighter thingy in her car was abducted, magazines left open to anti-smoking adds, and pictures of smokers lungs placed in her purse had all be tactics they used in their guerrilla war against the cancer stick, as they called it. But wasn't it his fault that she wanted one, she thought? Yeah, with her eyes still closed she could rationalize it that way. It was all his fault, she thought as she squeezed her legs, still feeling the heat. It had started several month ago, when David had asked if anything was wrong. She could not place it really, but she knew she was in some kind of rut. But at age 40, with your oldest about to turn 16, and with all that meant for teenage boys, and with a 14 year old, and two 6 year olds, plus two dogs, three cats, a turtle, a ferret, and two birds, plus a husband who worked to much, and a job that took to much time as well, who would not be? Several days later, her husband had come home with several pizzas and two rented videos, placed the kids infront of the TV, and taken her out to dinner. There he had announced that he had given up golf, sold all his equipment, and registered her for a class at the local community college. "What class?" That had been the only response she could muster in her stunned state, as he pushed the course catalog across the table. "Literature 420. I remember before Sarah was born, you wanted to take that poetry course, but the pregnancy got in the way. So I decided I would sign you up for it." That night they had made love, not the perfunctory sex that seemed to be part of the relationship ritual after all these years. So she had gone to class two nights a week, and enjoyed it so much that she signed up for the follow on course. There she had meet Andre. Andre was, of course, French. A recent immigrant to what he called "the nation of fitness," he was a had chocolate brown eyes, black hair, a body to die for, and was a out of work fitness trainer. After getting him a job at her Y, he was ever grateful, and very attentive during her random workout sessions. Just one more thing she did not really have time for. They had become study partners, often sitting in one of the coffee houses off campus after class, reading poetry, and flirting. Eventually the sideways glances she had not experienced since college had given way to slight touches, and heavier flirting, which lead to poems written for one another, and not-so-hidden hugs when they saw each other. He sometimes would add what he called the "customary" kiss on her cheek, leaving her feeling hot and flushed. One night their tongues had danced in what she thought was her most passionate kiss ever, after he read a poem she had written, his intonation and inflection bringing out parts she did not even know were there. He replied with a poem describing very explicitly, yet sensually what his tongue would do to her. It made her wet just to think about the things he had said. They had studied together for the final they had taken tonight, and gone out with much of the class afterwards to celebrate the end of it, and the experience it had been. She had no idea how much she had to drink, but he had bought a bottle of wine at the bar, and then they had polished off half of another one at his apartment. He had read her another poem, "written just for you," and before she knew it, she was in his lap, tongues dancing back and forth, his hand everywhere. Her next conscious memory was of clothes flying everywhere, and the heat of his lips on her skin, roving her like a dog marking territory. And she was in heat. He had lifted her in his strong arms, his teeth nibbling and suckling on her nipples as he carried her into the bedroom. She figured he had planned this, from the candle light dancing on the sparse walls, and the cool, crisp, fresh sheets. His hands took over on her full breasts, as the heat and moisture of his tongue headed south, finding her lips and pushing past them to find her clit. It felt like forever, but was probably only seconds that it took him to tease it out from under its hood, and become gorged with blood. Wrapping his tongue around it, he sucked, licked, flicked, nibbled, and teased it, until the soft shock of her first orgasm of the night had shot through her. Closing her eyes, she surrendered herself to the sureality of the situation, hands grasping the sheets for support as he drank her juices and continued to pleasure her with his mouth. One hand had abandoned her tit, tracing the skin on her tummy to her ass, squeezing it, before a finger had pushed into her. Along with his tongue, the motion had been a soft seesawing of in and out, stimulating her clit and labia in a explosion of sensation. The next orgasm raced through her blood like electric current, as he pushed his finger all the way into her, touching her G-spot, and brought her back to reality. Pushing him of her body, and grabbing her clothes, she had raced out of his apartment before she had time to think about having second thoughts about her second thoughts. The drive back had been a emotional roller coaster, as she battled with herself to turn around, continue home, or find the closest bar, and get totally drunk. The first seemed appealing, as Andre had described the things he would do to her, if she only let him, those dark eyes imploring her to let him, just let him. "What is wrong with me?" Cheating, she knew, was totally normal. The girls in her office talked about it the same way they talked about what color shoes was now in. there was wide and varied reason, and she could fit most of those criteria. Lack of sex in her marriage? Check. It was not even that there was to little of it. It was simply that it had become routine, perfunctory, and unexciting. Like probably all women at her age, she wondered if she was still attractive to her husband, but then again, if a the young Frenchman wanted her, should that not parlay her fears? Of course, some of the older women often spoke of a desire to do something for themselves as a reason to cheat. To have something away from husband, family, obligation, something free and independent. She sighed once more, then turned and walked into the house. The living room was dark, except for the flicker of the TV, some announcer on MSNBC explaining the market moves just before closing, and what they meant, since tomorrow would be a holiday, and no more trading until Monday. She stood, looking at the scene before her in the twilight of the flashing numbers and talking heads. Her husband was sprawled across the couch, his body taking the entire length of the leather furnishing, the TV reflecting back in wild distortion on his balding head, glimmering in his graying hair. The twins had curled up atop their father, and his arms held them to him in the way that a father will invariably protect his youngest daughters, especially in the stages of young childhood. Sarah, their oldest daughter was laying atop the whole display, her head between her two younger sisters. Atop the back of the couch, her two cats had made themselves at home, while the floor had become the refuge for three of four blankets, atop which the dogs, the ferret, and her son had bedded down for the night. She was sure that Hamlet, the ferret, and Rookie, their giant lab, provided enough warmth for John. There was a soft purring, and she looked down to see her own cat, Sleepy, rubbing against her. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she picked up the young feline, nuzzling it with her nose. They exchanged soft purrs, as another tear made its way across her face. How could she ever have considered betraying her husband, her family? She choked, trying to hold back tears "Am I that horrible a person?" She hugged the cat tight, causing it to miao in protest, as she looked down at her family. "Honey?" David moved slowly, trying hard not to wake the younger members of his family. A bright, radiant smile slowly crept across his face as he recognized his wife. He blew her a kiss, as he began to slowly extract himself from his bedding. Elaine could not even answer, as she saw the happiness her mere presence brought to the man she had married. He came to her, and she let Sleepy return to his nightly prowling of the house, as he took her in his arms, and she buried her face in his chest. "How the exam go?" The only response was a muffled mumble, as he wrapped her in his arms, and moved her to the bedroom. Breaking away from him, she quickly stepped into the bathroom that adjoined their master bedroom, and closed the door. The light hurt her eyes, as her fingers found the switch on their own, and her visage did not help, either. Her eyes were tear filled and red, her make up smeared. Stripping down, she climbed into the shower, letting the warm water cascade across her skin, and strip away the stress she had inflicted on herself lately. She was turned and had her eyes closed, so she did not realize she was not alone until his arms closed around her, pulling one body to another. His lips found her skin, gently caressing it, as his hands held her to him, enjoying the feel of her skin against him. "Something wrong?" She turned towards him, and for a second there was silence, before their lips became one, and they stood under the spray of water, kissing for what seemed like forever. Turning of the water, they stepped onto the soft carpet without saying a word. Elaine turned to grab a towel, when she felt his hands once more, on her hips, nudging her into the cold marble top of the counter. The cold stone focused her attention, as his hot breath returned to her ear, his voice hoarse and low with excitement. "Hold Still." Kissing and caressing her, one hand found her wetness, spreading her legs, the weight of his torso bending her over until only her arms stopped their downward descent. It took forever. He seemed to not even be moving, except that her body was screaming that he had to be, agonizingly, agonizingly, slowly pushing his hardness into her velvety tunnel. Finally he was deep inside of her, the familiar feeling of completeness brining tears to her eyes once more. His teeth founder her shoulder, and he picked up the pace, his hips rocking into her, almost lifting her of the ground. She gasped for air, screwing her eyes shut, and bit down on her lip to keep from screaming. The first orgasm surprised her, shaking her, and almost slipping past her conscious as a shrill yell, but she bit his arm instead, her fingernails leaving claw marks on his hands and forearms, as he almost slipped out, then jammed himself into her again, his breath hard and heavy. She swore she could feel his heartbeat in his chest, pressing against her back, as he suddenly slipped out, but instantly slammed back inside, driving her over the edge again. "Take me to...to bed!" Without leaving her, David picked up his wife of almost twenty years, and carried her back into the bedroom. Dripping wet, they fell into the tangled mass of sheets, kissing and touching each other. This time he moved slower, as their faces were inches from each other, eyes locked, his hips pumping in a slow, steady motion, reaching deeper and deeper into her. Looking into his eyes, she could see deep into his being, and see the light of his love shinning for her. It made her want to cry again, but suddenly she felt the familiar shudder of his body right before he came. The sensation sent her over the edge, as she grabbed his face, and their lips came together. Screams were sent into the others mouth, tongues battled, as both exploded in a fierce orgasm. Each spurt of his seed seemed to set her off again, as his hard cock fired again, again, again, as if it would never end. He never stopped fucking her, until finally he was spent, collapsing atop his wife. The only sound was that of gasping, as they tried to not wake the kids sleeping less then ten feet away. Finally the cuddled close to each other, husband and wife eye to eye in their own bed, wet with sweat, cum, and perspiration. Both asked at the same time. "What got into you..." Elaine smiled, and allowed herself to be wrapped up in David's arms. Both just lay there, until she nudged him gently with her head. "Yes honey?" "There is a massage class that starts in two weeks. Want to take it with me?" "You saying I can't massage you now?" His hand slid down her body, the rough skin of it teasing her ass, as he squeezed it, then pushed further to her wetness. "There is always room for improvement. And besides, I would be there with you, ensuring a mutual level of enjoyment." The last part was said with a sigh, as his finger found her clit, and began to draw small circles on it. "I'll show you enjoyment." Rolling onto of his wife, they kissed again, his hard cock pressing against her thigh. Elaine closed her eyes, as his lips began to caress her skin. She knew why she had not cheated. No man could touch her so deep inside as her David. Touched Down Deep...Ch. 2 This story makes somewhat more sense if you read “Touched Down Deep Chapter 1”, but it is not necessary. Not too long ago, she read an article decrying the use of TV’s in the role of babysitters, and once again she was convinced that the article had been written by somebody without children. Leaning against her husband on the couch she closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment, his hand draped across her shoulder, gently toying with the ends of her long brown hair. There was no noise but the crashing, banging, exploding, and screeching that was the normal fair on Bugs Bunny cartoons. It was as close to a heavenly silence as the family ever got, even on vacation. And what a great vacation it was. She had been against buying the beach house initially, but David had convinced her that it would be great for the summers, and they could rent it out when not using it themselves. It was easily paying for itself with the steep rates that the company they used charged, and providing nicely for the kids college funds. And they had access to it six weeks out of the year, which was all they really needed. She could see the waves crashing into the shore outside, the whitecaps clearly visible through the large glass window down on the beach. It was high tide, swallowing almost the entire area behind the dunes, and she considered asking her husband if he wanted to take a walk with her, but that would require her to move, and she was not sure she wanted to. It felt very comfortable leaning against him here on the couch. But there was a sudden knock on the door, so movement was necessitated. Angelina loved the door, and instantly raced to open it, her father pushing his beloved wife aside, kissing her on the cheek as he went, and chasing after her. She would have yelled at her not to open that door, but her husband was not a screamer, so she just leaned back and heard the door open. Looking across the top of the couch, she could see up the three steps that lead from the living area up into the hallway to the front door. A young girl was standing there, dressed in denim shorts that had less material than her daughters, a white tank top, and stylishly thick sandals, giving her another three inches, and the raised heel effect. She could not make out what they were saying, but from her husbands’ body language she could make out that it probably did not involve selling anything, and when she pointed to her left, she figured it had to involve the kids staying next door. The building was a duplex, and the other half was owned by an older couple. Apparently their son was down with a bunch of friends, or so they had gleaned in the last couple of days. She sat upright as David approached her, and he leaned over the back of the couch to kiss his wife. “She says they are having a party next door, and they apologize for being so loud, so they wanted to invite us over for a drink,” he smiled, kissed her again,” or whatever, as she put it.” He grinned at his wife, a love of literature and all things english, who hated few things more then the bastardization of English taking place in popular culture. Elaine tossed a look at the kids, who were back to watching TV. They would only be next door, and doubted they would get into much trouble. Their father had worn them out running up and down the beach all day in the sun, then grilled burgers and dogs, and Nevada might as well be asleep in front of the TV. “Sure, why not?” The fact was, there was no noise, the house was built strong enough for that. But they were social people, and hey, they were not doing anything else. She rose, straightened out her khaki shorts, and slipped into sandals for the short walk next door. Perversely, they had to walk all the way out their own driveway, turn right around the fence that extended to the road, and back up the driveway. The door was open, and several cars were parked in the mostly paved front yard, with more on the road. The girl that had come over was standing in the door, a stack of yellow plastic cups in her hand. As they drew close she approached, and handed each one. “You guys don’t have to pay.” “Pay?” ”Well, normally we charge five dollars a cup, but you are our guests, so no charge!” She was either on strong drugs, or just really enjoyed life that much. She reminded Elaine of a perky college sorority girl, which is probably what she was. “You can go on inside, we have food and all that set up in the living room.” ”Uhm…well, thank you…” ”I’m so sorry! I’m Michelle, I should have introduced myself.” “Well, this is my wife Elaine, and I’m David.” “Come on, I”ll introduce you to everybody else.” And she did. A whirlwind of names followed, some of which Elaine remembered, most of them she did not. She could tell by the look on David’s face and the way his eyes moved that he was committing each and every one to memory, but he was in sales, and that was normal. They ended up standing on the back porch next to a John, whose parents apparently owned this part of the building. He was a nice looking young man, she noticed, who apparently took advantage of the testosterone of youth and worked out a lot. His blond hair was spiked, and he was dressed in a stylish black button down shirt and beach shorts. “Thanks for coming over, guys. We didn’t want to be bad roomies.” “No problem, thanks for the invite.” David always took charge in social situations like this, and this was no different. With one arm wrapped around his wife, he engaged the host in easy conversation, learning that he was here with four friends, all of them having just finished their ‘first’ senior year in college, but apparently not done yet with schooling. Another girl approached, and she was introduced as one of those friends, and the one who had actually organized the party tonight. Anna was tall, and waif like, with blond hair that was almost silver in the moonlight, and tits that had to be fake to be that big on a body like hers. Elaine caught herself starring, and looked back to John just in time to hear Anna mention that she was a business major, focusing on Insurance & Risk Management. Elaine did not have to look to see her husbands eyes light up, and knew already that “geek talk”, as she called it, was coming. Disconnecting from his arm, she caught his questioning eye, but only kissed him softly on the lips. “Go ahead hunny, I’m going to go get a drink. I’ll be back.” She could tell the relief on his face, as he launched into a discussion of one of his books, which Anna had apparently used a textbook. Sliding through the crowd, she realized that she was probably the oldest girl here, and pretty much the only one not popping out of her clothes. Heading back to the bar, she dipped the laddel into the huge punchbowl, wondering how many of the young people would hook up tonight. Maybe she could get some action from her husband later… “Wow, don’t get that!” John took the spoon out of her hand, looking around in an almost conspiratorial manner. “You are a guest in my house; I won’t have you drinking that stuff!” Gently he guided her into the kitchen, and pulled out a bottle of Captain Morgan’s and a can of coke. “Here you go.” Expertly he mixed the two together, and handed her the drink. She accepted it, and they toasted to each other before she took a sip. “Couldn’t handle all that book talk. I’m on vacation.” John looked at her over the tip of his cup, a sly smile toying wit his lips. ”Oh? I love talking about books. Always wanted to be a teacher, you know.” Elaine leaned back against the counter, trying to smile back in an equal manner. ”Really? Well, you’d be one of those teachers that little boys dream about.” “How so?” “You know, the really good looking kind.” They both smiled at each other, and she noticed that he was inching closer. “We saw you guys at the beach earlier, you are really good looking in that bikini.” ”You think so? A old woman like me?” “Like fine wine.” ”That is such a cheesy line.” She smiled at the young Casanova, and took another sip. “Excuse me, please?” She slid past the crowd, heading up the stairs and turning right. As she had suspected, the bathroom was in the same place as her own home. Alcohol always went right through her, and her bladder demanded relief. But, as she would expect from a house run buy a guy, there was no soap. Pulling open the medicine cabinet, she almost screamed when she looked right at John. It took her a second to realize that actually she was looking at him through a hole in the cabinet, and then the mesh of the closet. Somebody had used to much force to drive nail number of three of six into the wall, and the ragged hole was the remainder. Anna was standing next to him, and she could barely make out their words. “I’m getting close, but she called me on my line.” ”I told you those lines don’t work. I think I have him hooked. These really help.” She shimmied her tits a bit, and again Elaine was amazed at the size of those things. “They should! You know what they cost me?” “Should not have bet me.” ”No, I should not have, but here I am again. And I’m going to win this one. What do you say, double or nothing?” “Double?” Anna seemed to consider. “That is a grand; you know I don’t have that kind of cash.” “OK. You give me something I want instead then.” ”What do I have that you want?” She said the words with such sweet innocence, knowing fully well what the answer was. He knew she knew, too, but she made him say it. “You come to my room, dressed in whatever I tell you, and let me ravish your body for twelve hours.” “Ravish?” “I’m pretty good.” “That is not worth a grand. What will you give me if I win?” “You won’t.” ”Yeah, right, you always say that. What will you give me?” “Well, what do you want?” He honestly had no idea, but hoped she had similar ideas to his. “I want your TT.” ”My car? No way!” “No bet then. What is that thing worth, anyway? At least thirty grand, and I think that is about right.” “Fine, fine, I get to screw you, or you get my car.” ”Daddy will buy you another one anyway. We still stand on the deadline of Tuesday?” “Yeah.” ”I’m going to fuck David tomorrow night, so you better get on the A game. He is a marathoner, and he invited me for a run tomorrow.” Anna swirled her tongue in a seductive manner, totally unaware that Elaine almost fainted at the mention of her husband’s name.” “Don’t you worry about me. I have Elaine pegged. Older married woman, not getting any from her husband who works to much, two kids, I’ll tap that ass before you.” He raised his shirt, revealing chiseled abs and the chest of a Greek god. “She won’t be able to resist.” She found her husband just off the area that had become the dance floor, and it was easy to entice him into her arms to the music of jimmy buffet, an odd thing to have in common with these kids. They kissed long and soft as they danced to “Cheeseburger in Paradise,” and when she whispered in his ear that she wanted to go home and get some action, the smile on his face told her what he thought of that idea. John and Anna were absent, but they said goodnight to Michelle on the way out and thanked her again. She almost dragged David around the fence, and into the house, where she pressed him against the wall, literally climbing up his body and kissing him hard and long. Tongues battled for dominance, and she claimed victory. His hands were everywhere, hers the same, panting coming from strained lungs as he unbuttoned her blouse, sucking her nipples through the purple lacy bra she was wearing, as he picked her up and pressed her against the wall. “Mommy?” Angelina’s voice from the living room interrupted the moment, and instantly she was on the floor as David moved towards the kids. She saw him pick up Nevada, and lead the two munchkins upstairs. By the time he entered their dark bedroom, she was ready for him. She watched him disrobe in the moonlight, then slide his lean body into bed with her. Her hands ran up and down his muscled frame, and she wanted to cream herself just from the animal look in her husband’s eyes when he pulled level with her. Starting at her forehead, he slowly worked his way down, kissing every inch of her skin with soft butterfly kisses. She felt the stubble on his chin rasp against her, running her hands through his wild black hair. His tongue flicked across her nipples, sucking them, teasingly nibbling. Further down he went, across her stomach, between her legs. She moaned out as his tongue makes contact with her clit, teasing it out from underneath her hood, flicking up and down. His hands roamed her body, smacking her ass, guiding her legs up over his shoulders as he truly went to work. She had never truly figured out what it was he did down there, but the break dance his tongue performed on her loins was magical, and always had been. He had a strong, skilled tongue, and loved to use it on her with alternating long and short strokes, dashing in and out. Spreading it out as wide as it would go, he would open her up, then dive it, going crazy in spurts, before returning to her clit. Sucking it gently into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, nibbling it carefully to tease her to the heights she so desired. It was maddening, but tonight she wanted something else, as well. Pushing him away, she responded to the puzzled look with a soft giggle, and then beckoned him up next to her. He lay down, reaching for her, but she pushed him away, and rose to her knees. Placing her pussy over his face, she took his hard shaft into her hand, and let out a soft moan as his tongue reentered her with renewed vigor. He knew what was coming, and she knew that she would now receive a true tongue lashing. Going to work herself, she sucked the entire length of him into her mouth, pumping him with her fist. Placing one elbow next to his hip, she managed to reach down with her free hand and stroke his balls as well, deep throating him when his tongue pushed all the way in, licking it like a lollypop when he was teasing her clit. Retreating so that just the head was in, she took a deep breath, and raked her teeth across it. His whole body tensed, and she thought he would lose it right there, but he kept control, and launched a truly ferocious assault upon her weakening resolve. His head was almost pushing into her, his nose teasing the bottom of her ass as he sucked, licked, and tongue fucked her. She could not hold out, and started stroking him as fast as she could with her hand while she sucked on his cock. Her orgasm came in waves, and he was used to it, knowing her body almost as well as she did. With each wave he would slow a bit, then pick it back up. She almost stopped sucking it felt so good, but she kept it up, and was rewarded with thick spurts of cum suddenly bursting out of his hard penis. She moaned past the pearly white ropes hitting the back of her throat, swallowing as fast as they came. They separated, laying next to each other, breathing hard, still tasting their partner. Their fingers touched first, then they came into each others arms for kisses that taste like each other, but they did not mind. She reached between his legs, and within minutes he was hard again. He could not believe she wanted it again, but she pulled him on top, pulling her legs up his side. He took the cue, pushing them back until the former college gymnast locked them behind her head. At the same time he slid his cock into her ready and waiting pussy, and she moaned out loud. “What a nasty girl my wife is tonight.” “Ohhh, yeah! Just fuck me you hard studly man.” She grinned at him, gripping the metal framework of the headboard as he began to pound into her. When she used the word fuck in bed, it meant she wanted it as hard as he could give it. And he loved to give it hard. Their bodies slammed into each other in a rhythm developed over 19 years of marriage and 3 years of dating, a comfort with each other that one develops in twenty years of intimacy, breathing almost perfectly in sync, sweating pooling between her tits. He reached down, pinching one while he bit the other, then they kissed again, their eyes locking. “Want it from behind?” “Do I ever!” She flipped without hesitation as soon as he pulled back a bit, and got on all fours, burying her head in the pillow. He slammed into her with full force, grabbing her hips, and fucking her deep and hard. She screamed into the pillow under the first assault, then moaned out loud as he built back up to his rhythm. Powerful deep hard strokes seemed to touch her very core, sending shivers down her legs as he rode her hard. Leaning down, he put one hand between her legs, the other pulling her hair back. She cried out, the pillow muffling the sound in the dark room as he squeezed her clit and rubbed a finger up and down her dripping slit. She came again, squeezing his cock with her pussy, and it pushed him over. This load was much smaller, but the feeling of him blowing his load in her pussy deeply satisfied her every time. She collapsed into the sheets, him on top. They were both drenched in sweat, and on the verge of hyperventilating. He spoke first, breaking the silence and asking the obvious question. “What got into you?” ”What did you think of Anna?” “Nice girl. Very intelligent. She actually read the book the way it was meant to be read. Some of her other friends read just to get by.” “Would you sleep with her?” ”What?” He pushed himself up on his arms, looking down at his wife. “What is that supposed to mean?” ”Just answer, please. Nothing bad, I promise.” She turned her head so that he could see the smile on her face, and he leaned down to kiss her before answering. “I guess I would. She has a nice body, and I overheard that those are D cup knockers, thanks to some south beach surgeon.” ”John paid for them.” “Cute couple. They’ll go far.” ”I don’t think they are a couple.” She told him what she had overheard in the bathroom, and was truly amazed by the shocked look on his face. ”Well…I’ll have to cancel that run! Sweetie, I promise I didn’t know, if I had…” “It’s ok.” She placed a finger over his lips, hushing him. “You can screw her.” “What?” Now he was truly confused. “It is ok for you to have sex with her.” “Uhmm, no its not. You are my wife, I only have sex with you, remember that little vow…” ”I won’t sleep with John if you do, if that is what you are worried about.” She smiled at him, and she could make out the truly confused features on his face now. “So what do you get out of this?” She leaned forward, kissing him. It seemed to go on forever, the softness bringing a joy to them both that neither wanted to end. Finally she pulled back, and snuggled against the man in her life. “You deserve it. You have always supported me in all my dreams, you’ve been a great father and provider to this family, pillar of the community, salt of the earth type person. You deserve this.” She did not mention the remaining guilt she felt over almost having cheated on him. “Elaine…” ”Honey, you admitted she turned you on. I’m not telling you to go sleep with her, but if you go out on your little run or whatever, and she comes on to you, and you feel the urge to give her a good stabbin, don’t hold back.” ”Stabbin?” ”I heard that from Ashley.” “I’m going to have a talk with the young lady when we get back.” She awoke to the squeals of her children in the living room, and after she found her robe and sense, she made her way out into the living room, where the two munchkins were running wild as they were want to do in the morning. Actually they were mimicking Speedy Gonzales, probably her least favorite cartoon character. He seemed to send her kids into a frenzy. “Where is your father?” Touched Down Deep...Ch. 2 ”He went running. He said he would be doing 15, so not wait on him.” Nevada ran over to the table, and pointed out the fruit salad, coffee, and waffles her husband had left. She smiled. Fifteen miles? Yeah right. He only went that far before a actual race, and the next one was months away. She hoped he took her up on the offer. Normally he ran a much quicker pace, heart rate monitor telling him how hard he was working, and MP3 player cranking in his ear to motivate him. But today he was going her pace, which was clearly slower. She had a runner’s body, but not his speed. And the fact that she wore two sports bras to contain her ‘jugglies’, as she called them, probably did not help her cause either. So they were leisurely jogging along the beach, talking about risk management categories and sexual fantasies. She was not very inhibited, he noticed, and clearly did not mind openly flirting with him. He had tied his shirt around his waist, and she did not hide it when she looked between his legs to see what was going on down there, or try to sugarcoat her comments about how running made her all sweat, wet, and horny. They came to an isolated portion of the beach, where the island curved in a bit, and development had not yet left its ugly footprint. Nobody could be seen in either direction, and she signaled him for a halt. Slowing, he watched as she spread her legs, and streeeeetched downwards, her tight, tight, tight purple shorts almost ripping as her ass strained against them. Her hard nipples were clearly visible through both white bras (an interesting choice of color, he thought), and with all her sweat, they were about to become see-through, a fact he commented on. “Would you like to see them?” The smile was devious, and he knew where this was going. With his hands on his hips, he contemplated the fire he was playing with for a second. His wife had given him the ok, but that meant very little. What if she was having cold feet at this very moment? Well, he could just look. He already knew that he had burned himself with that choice, but curiosity kills the cat. Slowly she pulled the white Lycra up from the bottom, letting her tits fall free. They were truly amazing, perky and standing free, with large areolas and nipples. She dropped the bra behind her, and stepped forward, covering the remaining distance between them. The only sound was waves crashing, and his labored breathing as his eyes refused to give up their view of the perfect tits. “You can touch them, you know.” Her voice was more like a soft rasp, and she helped him out by taking his hands, and placing them on her. She felt hot to the couch, sweaty underneath his fingers. Without even thinking about it, his fingers rolled her nipples, and she moaned softly. The remaining space between them became purely theoretical as she leaned into him and his whole body seemed to tense with the sensation of her tits pushing into him. He was hard, and it was impossible to hide, as she reached down and moaned again, grasping his shaft. “Is that for me?” The devious smile again, flashing white teeth, mischievous green eyes, blond hair playing in the wind. Truth was, he had not thought that far ahead yet, but he knew that the situation had acquired a momentum all of its own. Slowly she stroked him through his shorts, kissing his neck. She was shorter then him, and when she leaned her sweaty body into his, her lips perfectly came to his neck. It was at this point that deep within his body the manly urge to procreate flipped the switch, overriding all other senses and feelings. The upstairs brained was taken offline, and all decision making authority routed to the gutter head, currently reveling in the level of blood flow it was receiving. It seemed that every blood cell in his body wanted some of the action. She pushed him just a bit, but he sat on the bench without consciously being aware of it, her lithe body sliding into his lap. His hands seemed to have gotten a mind of their own, gripping her perfect ass. Again she moaned as he returned her kisses, his body trying to regain the iniative, and sending the tongue into battle. But she was an experienced kisser, and not only parried his offense, but took the fight to his own mouth, while pulling his shorts down far enough to expose his hardness. He looked down, and the wet spot on her shorts was hard to miss. Their eyes locked, both asking the same question. “I really want you.” Her voice was crystal clear, cutting into him, and making procreation stand up and cheer with a loud victory scream. “I really want a man, not a boy.” Her shorts were pulled down in a flash, him standing behind her, her body bent over the bench. Not entirely sure where his shirt had gone in the struggle, he pushed himself deep into her with one smooth motion. She cried out, realizing that he was somewhat bigger then the biggest she had ever had. With both hands on her breasts, he began to pump his rhythm into her. She was not Elaine, and they were off, but to her that made little difference. He was tapping her deep, one hand between her legs, toying with her clit, flicking it, teasing it, and playing with her lips. She could not know that he was somewhat befuddled by the fact that her clit was much smaller then Elaine’s, and his fingers kept slipping of his intended target. Suddenly he pulled out, and pushed his tongue into her instead. She moaned out again, her knuckles turning white on the bench. He moved fast and furious, grabbing her hips and ass, driving his tongue into her ass, into her pussy, sucking her clit, eating her out from behind with all the speed he could muster. She kept flinching, moving, bucking, unable to contain herself, and he smacked her ass several times to calm her down, but it only served to turn her on more. It was messing with his rhythm, so he decided to just fuck her, and send her over the top. Anna had never experienced this before, and it was amazing. Suddenly he pulled his face away, and sat down. Spinning her in his arms, she sat down on his lap, back to him, legs lifted up. She slid down onto his shaft, air pressing out of her lungs in a silent scream as he filled her. Bouncing up and down on his lap they finally came together in rhythm, and she cried out again. He grabbed her tits, squeezed them roughly, and then dove one hand between her legs. She was moaning, bucking, writhing continuously now, and he fucked her as hard as he could, slamming himself into her over, over, over, over, over! Finally she screamed, unable to contain it any longer, her body seizing up like an overworked engine, sweat pouring from every pore of her skin, as he erupted into her pussy. His head rolled back, eyes screwed shut, feeling her milk his cock. Her pussy seemed to be shrinking, squeezing him, until she collapsed atop him. They sat quietly for a second, then got dressed, and looked at each other. “My wife knows about your bet.” ”What?” Anna seemed thunderstruck, and for a second he thought she would jump up and run, but she didn’t. “She overheard you and John yesterday, and said it was ok for me to sleep with you.” ”Wow.” “Yeah, that’s what I said, too. You are an amazing young woman.” He meant it, but not in the way that she thought. She smiled, and kissed his lips softly. “Now…I have a question.” He scratched the back of his head, not really sure how to say it. “Are you…” ”On the pill? No. I use the Depo shot.” “The three month one?” “Yeah, been on it for years, just got one a couple of weeks ago. My doctor says it would take at least for two years for me to be fertile. And despite what you might think, I have not actually had that many partners, and I can swear that I am STD free.” A visible relief rose from his face, and she smiled again. “Well, thank you for letting me win my bet, but…” “Yeah?” “I have to get back before it all leaks out, or they won’t believe me.” He smiled, they stood, and jogged back. Elaine was on the porch, and saw them coming in the distance. Her blond hair was easy to make out in the wind, and she could always tell her husband. They came close, and both waved, then raced up the stairs leading next door. She was confused for a moment, then heard laughter from beyond the dividing wall, and saw David reappear, race down to the sand, and sprint into her arms. They kissed deeply, and she could smell the sex on him. The look in his eyes, and the soft nod told her as well, and they headed inside. She didn’t say anything while he played with the twins, then ate breakfast, and took a shower. But when he came out, she was waiting on the bed. “So?” “Well…we did it, but you already knew that. The bench down in the cove.” ”On a bench, huh. You dog, you.” The insecurity in her voice was clear as he sat next to her. “It was not right.” ”What do you mean?” “It did not feel right. It was mechanical. I went through the motions, this, to that, to that, in the end all I wanted was to get her off. I wasn’t the same as with you.” He reached up, taking her face into his hands, and nuzzling her. His nose gently traced across her face, hot breath getting into her eyes. “There is only one woman for me, one woman that can really, truly get me off. Only one woman I’m truly attracted to, that does it for me not just because she has a hot body, but also because she is my best friend, my true companion, and the one I’ll always be with.” They kissed, and he tasted the salt from her tears. He figured they were the mysterious joy tears he had learned years ago to not ask about, but had he ask, she would have told him that anyway. And it would have been true, partially anyway. But the rest of it would have been guilt. And it was still there. She looked at her husband, and relished in the touch of his lips to hers when he kissed her. How did she ever deserve such a man? “Oh…one more thing.” David kissed her again, then pulled back a bit. “Yeah?” ”Anna’s prize. The car. She said she wanted to give you a ride later, as a thank you.”