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In Praise of Janet Ch. 01

By: Momstheboss



It was a rainy evening and after dinner my wife decided she wanted to buy groceries. I complained Friday night was usually the busiest night, next to Saturday. Argument lost. As she did not like driving after sundown, especially in the rain, it meant I was going too. 

I eyed the clock; 6:30 -- without any unforeseen hang-ups we would be home easily by 8:30, 8:45 at the latest.

There is one bright side to buying groceries, which is ......girl watching. I like most all women, but redheads in particular because I married one, natural of course. A collar matches cuff thing!

Now! At 64, not getting enough pussy, my self-esteem sliding into oblivion, I had years earlier started playing a game: Select a woman whom appealed to me and catch her eye and elicit a smile from her as we passed on any given aisle.

It's well documented that a person can detect when, or if, they are being watched. My game required tact and stealth. Tact, in not to appear staring and make the "look" friendly and happenstance. I have been playing this game so long that I could write a small book on the times it has worked. I am not a particularly handsome man, though my wife thinks so but she's prejudice, but I do have blue eyes, white hair and a warm knowing smile.

And lets not forget; the stealth not to get caught by my wife by knowing where she is at all times. 

On this rainy Friday night there was an abundance of the fairer sex but few that appealed to me. I still gazed at their attributes but found little to cause my heart to thump.

Then I saw her at the far end of an aisle coming my way.

Shoulder length dark hair, almost black, about my height 5'9", maybe 5'10", khaki pants and dark long sleeve sweater.

At a distance, her hair appeared to need combing but now, as she came nearer one could tell it was slightly curly. Letting my eyes wander, my wife 6 feet or more behind me studying foodstuff, I noted brown eyes and strong features, modest sized breasts that were pointed and a belly so insignificant it barely registered a notice. I could not deem her pretty or cute, just sexually attractive with a serious, unsmiling presents. I aged her in late 30s, maybe 40-41.

As she passed, I turned slowly catching sight of my wife first in my peripheral vision. She still picking an item, I considered the lady's posterior. I compare all female's ass to my wife's perfect ass. The lady in question was a bit wider and flatter but I deemed it perfection. 

On the next aisle, my wife in front of me, I looked straight at the lady when she was about 25' from me, shifted my eyes away, then, straight at her at about 10', holding for a long moment. I felt certain she was aware of my interest. On the next aisle, my wife barely a half step ahead to my right, I waited until the woman was no more than 7' away. I gazed straight at her. This time she met my eyes and she smiled an acknowledgement. I returned her smile. My wife was looking down to her right.

Mission accomplished! My ego brightened!

On the next aisle my wife was quite a distance away getting hamburger. I waited a third of the way down the aisle. I saw the lady coming but turned away to view my wife. The woman stopped her cart across from me and crossed the aisle stopping at the front of my cart. She said to my back, "You seem interested? Would you like to talk price? " Not quite in a whisper.

I turned partially to see her studying the soup cans. Her voice was pleasant enough but it brought to mind the high-pitched voice of the dark-haired model in the Victoria's Secret commercials. They never should have let that girl speak on camera.

"Yes. I certainly would." I reply softly.

"Call me." She said, placing a piece of paper on top of a can. "My name is Janet."

"My name is Press. Short for Preston."

The woman continued on past me, as I looked for the location of my wife. I assessed her backside one more time. Not seeing my wife, I quickly retrieved the piece of paper from the can and stuffed it into my pocket. I looked for Janet through the next three aisles but did not see her again in the store.

Monday I called the number between the hours she had written on the paper.

"Hello."

"Janet?"

"Yes."

"This is Press. Is this a good time?"

"Do you always stare at women in stores?" She said nonchalantly with no challenge in her tone. "With your wife so nearby?"

"One stares at something unusual or odd. One gazes on something lovely or appealing. 

"I can't argue with that reasoning, I suppose.

"Did I make you uncomfortable?" I queried, wanting to know if I needed to change something in my game.

"No. Not really. I knew your eyes were on me. I knew you wanted me to return your look." She replied.

"I don't really know how to express this." I began. "Are you an escort?"

"A housewife." She answered. "A happily married housewife, but my husband is having a little financial troubles in his construction business. A very close girlfriend told me a few weeks ago how I could make money on the side. I love my husband very much but I'm tired of not having any spending money. I have this "to do list". There are school clothes and items that are big-ticket items. I know things will turn around soon but it's still going to be some time before I can asked him for a large amount of money to throw away on things."

"And you thought a married man would be the smart way to go? Do you have a thing for older men?

"To be honest, I was scared to death, but yes that's what my girlfriend suggested. You and your wife seem to be a loving couple. I saw her ask you for a kiss. I am aware of how my mother treats my father. According to her, she's not much interested in sex anymore. Are you happily married?"

"Very much so. But I'm not getting a whole lot of pussy as you rightly surmised. Have you done this before?"

"No, like I told you, my girlfriend only just said something about it a couple of weeks ago. I was complaining about my list. I had actually dismissed the notion until I saw you staring, I mean, gazing at me. Have you ever been unfaithful to your wife?"

"No. Not in 40+ years. I play a game like I did with you. I have gotten a lot of women to smile at me but not a one that did what you did. So, how much do you think your worth and what are you offering? "

"My girlfriend charged $800. I'm a little flexible with that, but I will admit I saw you getting out of a late model Cadillac. I don't like oral sex or would ever consider anal and a condom is preferred, I suppose." She answered. "Positions etc. are entirely up to you."

"A little clarification. You don't like giving oral sex and you don't like receiving it!" I quizzed.

"I love getting it, of course."

"Is this acceptable? I love giving oral. If you have never been unfaithful and I have never been unfaithful the chances of either of us having something is very small. I have been snipped so lets do away with the rubber. And, since we are being honest, Janet, I haven't had any pussy in about four months. Occasionally, I have had trouble keeping it hard for any length of time. The last time it worked fine. I may never get it in you. So, if we are of one mind so far, I have one last question. Do you like sex? Are you going to be passive? That's two, isn't it?"

"Yes. I like sex. And when the lights go out, Press, I even like to fuck."

"I'm sorry, a minor thing. You gave me a spread of five hours to call you --

10 o'clock to 3 o'clock. I don't know where you are but the motel is about 45 minutes from the grocery store. Taking in the same amount of time to drive back, 45 minutes to shower and dress, that's approximately 3 hours time and effort. Does that sound agreeable?"

"Certainly. But you make it sound so cold, but I guess it is just business, isn't it. How about I meet you at the motel at 10 o'clock."

"Then young lady I would say, with nothing else to go on except that I like you and find you very attractive, I think you'll be underpaid. Shall we set a date and time? I know of a place."

The agreed-upon day was Wednesday, a day away. I gave her directions to the motel, telling her that the room would be around back, hence, there was no chance of our vehicles being seen. I called her back an hour later to give her the room number.

Before hanging up I asked if it was possible to wear what she had on in the grocery store.

"Do you have any preference in color of underwear?" She asked with humor in her tone.

"I'll leave that to your discretion, dear lady." I answered chuckling.

Every Wednesday I drove to Carolina with a friend to have lunch. Canceling lunch with him was easy enough.

I left my house at 9 o'clock Wednesday morning. Hitting the interstate, I knew it would not take me 45 minutes to get to the motel. I had failed to ask her what type of car she would be driving, so I wanted to get there a little early. Commando under my jeans, I squeezed my crotch often with anticipation. I felt firmness, which was a good sign. I thought about her comment about me making the time table sound so cold and her decision to meet me at the motel at 10 o'clock. I took that as a good sign.

I took no erection pills, as I did not feel like I had a problem. With my wife, it would have been like having a tuxedo on with nowhere to go. It had become very difficult to know when she might give in. I could not have gotten any pills in time even if I had wanted. It helped, that I had confessed to Janet, so there would be no embarrassment there. I would send the lady home happy one way or the other, as was always my main concern.

I backed my Caddie into the parking space off to one side of the motel door.

At five after 10 o'clock, a white late-model Impala came around the corner of the motel and pulled in next to me. Janice smiled warmly. As she exited the car, I threw the four small breath fresheners into my mouth. She retrieved a small travel bag and I studied her posterior once more. She had indeed worn the same clothes she was wearing in the grocery store. And I guessed at the color of the underwear she had decided to wear - light blue.

"Good morning Janet." I said in greeting, as I opened my door and got out.

"Good morning to you Press. I hope I did not keep you waiting?"

"Not at all."

We walked to the door and I unlocked it, pushed it open and stepped aside allowing her to enter first.

"It's good to see you again." I said, as I closed the door and set the locks.

"Nice room!" She said, dropping her travel bag and looking around.

I turned on a light near the door and closed the curtains on the one expensive window.

She was standing near the right-hand side of the bed and I moved in front of her.

"We are both novice at this. I spent some time thinking, maybe a kiss and I undress you?"

"Sounds like a beginning." She replied. "But from here on out you're not allowed to think." She said with humor.

I moved in close to her, put my hands on her hips and kissed her lightly on the lips. Her hands slipped around my neck and things became quite naturally as our kiss deepened.

I slid my hands under the back of her sweater feeling the warmth of her body. I moved my hands around her sides, up to the sides of her breasts. I cupped them lightly and lifted my thumbs to rub over the bra where I figured her nipples would be. I felt bare nipples! Firm bare nipples!

As I began to lift her sweater, Janice lifted her arms and extricated herself from the sweater.

I stared at a dark blue, lace-fringed bra that had two holes cut out for the nipples to protrude through.

"My Lord woman! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" I exclaimed.

"Do you like the bra? How about the color?"

"Exceptional on both counts." I replied, as I took her right nipple into my mouth, my hands returning to the small of her back.

After a few short minutes of suckling on her nipples, alternately, I returned to kissing her. I began unbuckling her belt, pulling the side zipper down and unbuttoned the pants. Leaving her lips, I pushed the pants off her hips. Turning her, I sat her down on the bed and reclined her back onto the bed. I removed her flats and then finished pulling her khakis off.

She wore dark blue matching, laced full panties. I might have been expecting bikini type panties. I don't know what I was expecting! But what she had on was exceptional.

As she lay there watching, I began to undress myself, kicking my shoes off and under the bed, no socks, then, the rest of my clothes. I saw her smile softly as I stood before her nude, my erection quite healthy.

I moved to the bed, putting my hands to her flat belly and my nose into her covered mound, moving my nose down to her crotch. As I pushed my nose into her crotch, she pulled her legs back. I scrubbed her crotch with my nose.

After listening to her soft moans a minute or two, I reached to pull her panties off. I noted a dark moist spot in the crotch of her underwear. I gazed upon a waxed, devoid of hair mound and pussy.

"Do you like it?" She queried.

"To be quite honest, I'm not sure." I replied, rushing to turn off the lamp. "Would you position yourself in the middle of the bed, please." 

"Do you want me to take off the bra?"

"That is about the sexiest thing I have ever seen. We'll leave that on a bit longer." I replied enthusiastically.

I maneuvered between her legs as she lifted them. As I cradled her in my arms she took possession of my cock and put it to her bare pussy. I pushed into her slowly. She moaned appreciatively and sighed contentedly when I pushed it deep.

I began to fuck Janet slowly and she immediately matched my rhythm fucking me back, her feet off the bed, knees close to my sides at her hands on my upper arms.

After my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I found the room to be not that dark at all. The curtains allow the lot of light filtering through at the edges.

Long, long minutes we fucked without speaking. I smelled her perfume mixed with her womanly scent. I listened to her soft steady moaning, which was accentuated at the end of each deep thrust.

In due course, I slowed and pulled out of her.

I maneuvered to her right side and asked her to roll to her side and back up a bit. Acting instinctively, as we spooned, she lifted her legs and I guided my cock back into her very wet pussy.

Giving my back a bit of a rest, I fucked Janet a while like this, her right hand reaching to stroke my ass and thigh. She moaned very little but her ass was proactive in getting my cock deep into her.

I could not believe my cock. It was hard as a rock and staying there beyond my belief. It must be the strange pussy, I thought, or maybe the willing partner. Not being a professional, I found it hard to believe that Janet could be faking. She said she liked to fuck.

With a bit of concern of pulling from her, I pushed lightly on her hips to indicate I wanted her to roll to her belly. She understood and ended up nearly on her belly her left leg outstretched, her right knee pulled in tight, her ass postured upward and her pussy very accessible. The position working on my mind, only made my cock that much harder.

Strenuously supporting myself on one arm, I found I had enough room to slide my hand under our coupling and find her clit with my middle finger.

Her ass shot slightly upward and her moan told me I had found the right spot. With palm up, my middle finger extended the first knuckle slightly bent, I kept my hand motion-less, letting her, so to speak, stroke her clit with my finger.

It took a few long moments, but I found a method, a rhythm, I suppose, of pushing into her when she pushed her ass back, her clit stroking over my finger.

Her breathing was very labored and her moans almost continuous. My breathing was elevated, but my labor was of a different sort, holding myself mostly off of her and keeping my finger positioned without moving. I was soon hoping that Janet would orgasm very soon!

"AAaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" She moaned loudly, as the orgasm gripped her. "My Lord Press! It's good!"

We had been fucking, tops, 40 minutes. Her orgasm left her she held her position.

"I know it hasn't been long Press! I need you now. I need you to fuck my pussy hard!"

I did not have to be told twice. I shifted my weight, supporting myself on two hands and began to hammer at her ass.

"Yes! Yes!" She moaned, inspiring me to disregard my tiredness. "Give me your cum! Please Press! Harder damn you! Harder!"

I thought my whole body was going to explode. Luckily I had a weak point. It was my cock and it released all of my stress, plus a good quantity of sterile semen.

My orgasm gone, there was little I could manage accept to throw myself to my right onto my back to prevent me from dropping all my weight onto Janet. I was breathing hard, my hand on my belly.

Janet turned, then, flopped on her side, to face me. She lay quietly for a few moments smiling at me through the simi-darkness

"What was that you told me about maybe not getting it into me at all?"

She asked, mischief in her tone and eyes. "You are hell on wheels my good man."

"Hey, I'm as surprised as you are." I stated. "I can only attribute it to you being a very sexy woman with a bald pussy. And, you did say when the lights are off you like to fuck."

"I have to confess, and if you do not mind me mentioning my husband, he works a lot of hours and is not taking care of his homework like he should."

"No complaints here." I replied. "Tell me something. You say you have some things you want to buy. What is the total of all these things?"

She rattled off the items she wanted to purchase. "I would say about $5200."

"Then how about we divide that by 800, give or take, and we keep you as pure as possible and less chance of getting caught or a man causing you trouble in your marriage? Let's say we get together every other week?"

"That is very sweet of you Press. I would like that very much." She said lovingly, putting her head to my chest and kissing it lightly."

We talked about 20 minutes about this or that and then;

"Well, unless you want to masturbate in front of me, why don't you go clean yourself up and wake me when you're finished."

"You're a dirty old man!" She said teasingly, then more soberly. "Are you serious? I will if you want me to?"

"I'm playing with you sugar. Maybe some other time though. That could be fun." I replied. "Make sure you wake me up."

When she rolled over to exit the bed, I attacked her ass lovingly, holding on to her for a few moments, kissing and nibbling, making her laugh.

I noted I had dozed off for about 30 minutes when Janet awake and me. She was dressed and all was in order. I picked up my pants and reached for my car keys. Pushing the remote unlock button, I heard the two beep.

"In the backseat, behind the driver, you'll find a bag." I said. "I will call you in a week."

I watched her retrieve the bag from the backseat and clicked the car locked when she closed the door. I watched her drive away.

There was a small box of candy and $1000 in cash in an envelope.

A week later I called her and we set up Thursday the next week for meeting. I asked her to leave her car in the parking lot of the grocery store so I could pick her up. She hesitated, but agreed.

I found her sitting in her car far from the entrance to the grocery store. She left her car quickly and entered mine.

"There are a lot of white Impalas on the road." I assured her and it appeared she put it out of her mind.

"You gave me too much money." She said, as I rolled out of the parking lot.

"Did I!" I replied. "Did you like the candy too?"

"Your terrible! Yes, I liked the candy too."

She wore a skirt as I had suggested. I had made up my mind on one thing, the two of us having a nice lunch, but I wasn't sure how the afternoon would progress. I figured a skirt might make anything easier.


In Praise of Janet Ch. 01



I was driving south on Route 17 and headed for North Carolina and a restaurant I liked. I figured an hour away, on the back-roads of North Carolina would be safe.

"We're not going to the motel?" Janet queried. "It's that way."

"I thought maybe we would just have lunch and talk." I replied lovingly. "Is that a agreeable with you?"

"Yes, of course, but what about ....... you know ......." She replied a bit concerned mixed with confusion.

"I'm paying you, am I not? " I said trying not to sound harsh. "I would like to have lunch with a very attractive and fun you. If it takes all the time, and as long as I keep you safe, then I'll accept that is money well spent. Okay?"

"Okay." She said quietly, then, perked up. "We're going down the back roads you told me about. It's a beautiful day for a drive. Thank you."

I wondered what the "thank you" was about. I hoped it meant she understood what I was trying to say, without really saying, that I thought she was more than just a whore.

Our lunch lasted 2 hours. Eating lunch took no more than 30 minutes and we spent the rest of the time having iced tea, her wine, and talking on multiple topics.

On the return trip, I had fully anticipated driving her straight back to her car.

"Can you find somewhere to pull off and park? She asked seductively.

"I think I can." I replied.

We were in an area of company-owned forest and there were many sandy-tracked trails that were easy to conceal a Cadillac. Within 15 minutes we sat around a curved track completely concealed from the road.

"I haven't had any peter in more than a week. I owe you something and if I'm going to do this later anyway it might as well be here in front of you." She said matter-of-factly.

I watched Janet back herself up to the door, putting one leg on the seat after kicking off the shoe. She pulled up her skirt, lifting to clear it from her posterior, revealing her crotch. Surprisingly me, she unsnapped the crotch of the panties.

"You were supposed to do this with your teeth." She said tauntingly.

I watched her as she began to toy with her pussy. With both hands, she pulled her labia wide, showing me the pink tissue inside. Then, her right middle finger began to stroke her clit, while the fingers of her left hand pulled the lips wide.

I reached to unzip my pants, without taking my eyes off of Janet's pussy. Fighting with the briefs, I finally freed my firm erection and began to stroke it.

"Do you like watching me play with my pussy?" She asked seductively.

"Oh yes. Very much so." I replied.

Her middle finger partially disappeared into her hole, reappearing wet, which she applied to her clit.

A long moment later, the whole finger disappeared into her and she began finger fucking her pussy. I thought of the leather seats and how thankful I was they cleaned up easily.

Her finger reappeared and she began concentrating on her clit, her finger circling it. She was now staring down at it and moaning, looking often at me stroking my cock, her lust and desire for orgasm building.

I was stroking my cock fast and hard hoping I could come when she did. It was not to be. Janet moaned, huffing and puffing, as the orgasm swept over her, her ass moving erratically.

She watched me with glazed eyes pumping my cock. Gathering her senses, she moved over close to me and replaced my hand with hers. She began to stroke my cock in earnest. But it wasn't working.

"This is not going to work baby." I lied, feeling very close to orgasm, but wanting to get my cock into her. "Let's get in the backseat."

We scrambled together, she crawling over the front seat, and me exiting the car, yanking the back door open.

Her legs widened and lifted and I quickly maneuvered between them. She grabbed my cock, placing it to her, and I pushed quickly and deeply into her. I grabbed her ass with both hands and proceeded to pound her ass into the seat, causing her to moan. It took no more than three minutes for me to empty my load into her. I lay panting as she stroked my head.

"Damn woman!" I said breathlessly. "You're making me feel like a teenager again. Come like one to."

I pulled out of her and backed out of the car door. 

"Hand me the box of tissues, please." She asked.

"Sure thing." I replied, opening the driver's door, retrieving the box and passed it back to her.

I fiddled with my briefs to store my limp cock, zipped my pants and took my seat behind the wheel. I looked down and studied the damp spots on my pants. Looking behind me, I saw Janet wiping her pussy with a wad of tissues, then, gathering another large wad of tissues she placed it to her pussy and snapped the two snaps on her panties together. She tossed the box over the seat, wadded up the soiled tissues inside a clean one, and exited the back seat through the open back door. She did not have the tissues when she joined me in the front seat.

"You're a hellva woman." I said leaning to kiss her. "And hey, how old are you? I'm 64 if you're interested."

"38. I'll be 39 and three months." She replied. "And I'm not at all interested in how old you are. You are a nice man."

"Neither am I sugar." I said. "I was just curious and kept forgetting to ask."

She scooted close to me on the bench style seats of my Cadillac. My right hand lay high on the inside of her thigh during most of the drive back. Occasionally, I thought about the wad of tissues stuffed under the crotch of her panties, we talked about casual everyday things.

Arriving back at her car, I reached into the glove compartment and retrieved the envelope that I had put there earlier. Again, it contained $1000 in cash.

"I'll call you in a week to set up the following week?" I queried.

"I'll look forward to your call." She replied, taking my hand and kissing it. "Bye Press."

I leaned over to kiss her before she exited the car.













It was a rainy evening and after dinner my wife decided she wanted to buy groceries. I complained Friday night was usually the busiest night, next to Saturday. Argument lost. As she did not like driving after sundown, especially in the rain, it meant I was going too. 

I eyed the clock; 6:30 -- without any unforeseen hang-ups we would be home easily by 8:30, 8:45 at the latest.

There is one bright side to buying groceries, which is ......girl watching. I like most all women, but redheads in particular because I married one, natural of course. A collar matches cuff thing!

Now! At 64, not getting enough pussy, my self-esteem sliding into oblivion, I had years earlier started playing a game: Select a woman whom appealed to me and catch her eye and elicit a smile from her as we passed on any given aisle.

It's well documented that a person can detect when, or if, they are being watched. My game required tact and stealth. Tact, in not to appear staring and make the "look" friendly and happenstance. I have been playing this game so long that I could write a small book on the times it has worked. I am not a particularly handsome man, though my wife thinks so but she's prejudice, but I do have blue eyes, white hair and a warm knowing smile.

And lets not forget; the stealth not to get caught by my wife by knowing where she is at all times. 

On this rainy Friday night there was an abundance of the fairer sex but few that appealed to me. I still gazed at their attributes but found little to cause my heart to thump.

Then I saw her at the far end of an aisle coming my way.

Shoulder length dark hair, almost black, about my height 5'9", maybe 5'10", khaki pants and dark long sleeve sweater.

At a distance, her hair appeared to need combing but now, as she came nearer one could tell it was slightly curly. Letting my eyes wander, my wife 6 feet or more behind me studying foodstuff, I noted brown eyes and strong features, modest sized breasts that were pointed and a belly so insignificant it barely registered a notice. I could not deem her pretty or cute, just sexually attractive with a serious, unsmiling presents. I aged her in late 30s, maybe 40-41.

As she passed, I turned slowly catching sight of my wife first in my peripheral vision. She still picking an item, I considered the lady's posterior. I compare all female's ass to my wife's perfect ass. The lady in question was a bit wider and flatter but I deemed it perfection. 

On the next aisle, my wife in front of me, I looked straight at the lady when she was about 25' from me, shifted my eyes away, then, straight at her at about 10', holding for a long moment. I felt certain she was aware of my interest. On the next aisle, my wife barely a half step ahead to my right, I waited until the woman was no more than 7' away. I gazed straight at her. This time she met my eyes and she smiled an acknowledgement. I returned her smile. My wife was looking down to her right.

Mission accomplished! My ego brightened!

On the next aisle my wife was quite a distance away getting hamburger. I waited a third of the way down the aisle. I saw the lady coming but turned away to view my wife. The woman stopped her cart across from me and crossed the aisle stopping at the front of my cart. She said to my back, "You seem interested? Would you like to talk price? " Not quite in a whisper.

I turned partially to see her studying the soup cans. Her voice was pleasant enough but it brought to mind the high-pitched voice of the dark-haired model in the Victoria's Secret commercials. They never should have let that girl speak on camera.

"Yes. I certainly would." I reply softly.

"Call me." She said, placing a piece of paper on top of a can. "My name is Janet."

"My name is Press. Short for Preston."

The woman continued on past me, as I looked for the location of my wife. I assessed her backside one more time. Not seeing my wife, I quickly retrieved the piece of paper from the can and stuffed it into my pocket. I looked for Janet through the next three aisles but did not see her again in the store.

Monday I called the number between the hours she had written on the paper.

"Hello."

"Janet?"

"Yes."

"This is Press. Is this a good time?"

"Do you always stare at women in stores?" She said nonchalantly with no challenge in her tone. "With your wife so nearby?"

"One stares at something unusual or odd. One gazes on something lovely or appealing. 

"I can't argue with that reasoning, I suppose.

"Did I make you uncomfortable?" I queried, wanting to know if I needed to change something in my game.

"No. Not really. I knew your eyes were on me. I knew you wanted me to return your look." She replied.

"I don't really know how to express this." I began. "Are you an escort?"

"A housewife." She answered. "A happily married housewife, but my husband is having a little financial troubles in his construction business. A very close girlfriend told me a few weeks ago how I could make money on the side. I love my husband very much but I'm tired of not having any spending money. I have this "to do list". There are school clothes and items that are big-ticket items. I know things will turn around soon but it's still going to be some time before I can asked him for a large amount of money to throw away on things."

"And you thought a married man would be the smart way to go? Do you have a thing for older men?

"To be honest, I was scared to death, but yes that's what my girlfriend suggested. You and your wife seem to be a loving couple. I saw her ask you for a kiss. I am aware of how my mother treats my father. According to her, she's not much interested in sex anymore. Are you happily married?"

"Very much so. But I'm not getting a whole lot of pussy as you rightly surmised. Have you done this before?"

"No, like I told you, my girlfriend only just said something about it a couple of weeks ago. I was complaining about my list. I had actually dismissed the notion until I saw you staring, I mean, gazing at me. Have you ever been unfaithful to your wife?"

"No. Not in 40+ years. I play a game like I did with you. I have gotten a lot of women to smile at me but not a one that did what you did. So, how much do you think your worth and what are you offering? "

"My girlfriend charged $800. I'm a little flexible with that, but I will admit I saw you getting out of a late model Cadillac. I don't like oral sex or would ever consider anal and a condom is preferred, I suppose." She answered. "Positions etc. are entirely up to you."

"A little clarification. You don't like giving oral sex and you don't like receiving it!" I quizzed.

"I love getting it, of course."

"Is this acceptable? I love giving oral. If you have never been unfaithful and I have never been unfaithful the chances of either of us having something is very small. I have been snipped so lets do away with the rubber. And, since we are being honest, Janet, I haven't had any pussy in about four months. Occasionally, I have had trouble keeping it hard for any length of time. The last time it worked fine. I may never get it in you. So, if we are of one mind so far, I have one last question. Do you like sex? Are you going to be passive? That's two, isn't it?"

"Yes. I like sex. And when the lights go out, Press, I even like to fuck."

"I'm sorry, a minor thing. You gave me a spread of five hours to call you --

10 o'clock to 3 o'clock. I don't know where you are but the motel is about 45 minutes from the grocery store. Taking in the same amount of time to drive back, 45 minutes to shower and dress, that's approximately 3 hours time and effort. Does that sound agreeable?"

"Certainly. But you make it sound so cold, but I guess it is just business, isn't it. How about I meet you at the motel at 10 o'clock."

"Then young lady I would say, with nothing else to go on except that I like you and find you very attractive, I think you'll be underpaid. Shall we set a date and time? I know of a place."

The agreed-upon day was Wednesday, a day away. I gave her directions to the motel, telling her that the room would be around back, hence, there was no chance of our vehicles being seen. I called her back an hour later to give her the room number.

Before hanging up I asked if it was possible to wear what she had on in the grocery store.

"Do you have any preference in color of underwear?" She asked with humor in her tone.

"I'll leave that to your discretion, dear lady." I answered chuckling.

Every Wednesday I drove to Carolina with a friend to have lunch. Canceling lunch with him was easy enough.

I left my house at 9 o'clock Wednesday morning. Hitting the interstate, I knew it would not take me 45 minutes to get to the motel. I had failed to ask her what type of car she would be driving, so I wanted to get there a little early. Commando under my jeans, I squeezed my crotch often with anticipation. I felt firmness, which was a good sign. I thought about her comment about me making the time table sound so cold and her decision to meet me at the motel at 10 o'clock. I took that as a good sign.

I took no erection pills, as I did not feel like I had a problem. With my wife, it would have been like having a tuxedo on with nowhere to go. It had become very difficult to know when she might give in. I could not have gotten any pills in time even if I had wanted. It helped, that I had confessed to Janet, so there would be no embarrassment there. I would send the lady home happy one way or the other, as was always my main concern.

I backed my Caddie into the parking space off to one side of the motel door.

At five after 10 o'clock, a white late-model Impala came around the corner of the motel and pulled in next to me. Janice smiled warmly. As she exited the car, I threw the four small breath fresheners into my mouth. She retrieved a small travel bag and I studied her posterior once more. She had indeed worn the same clothes she was wearing in the grocery store. And I guessed at the color of the underwear she had decided to wear - light blue.

"Good morning Janet." I said in greeting, as I opened my door and got out.

"Good morning to you Press. I hope I did not keep you waiting?"

"Not at all."

We walked to the door and I unlocked it, pushed it open and stepped aside allowing her to enter first.

"It's good to see you again." I said, as I closed the door and set the locks.

"Nice room!" She said, dropping her travel bag and looking around.

I turned on a light near the door and closed the curtains on the one expensive window.

She was standing near the right-hand side of the bed and I moved in front of her.

"We are both novice at this. I spent some time thinking, maybe a kiss and I undress you?"

"Sounds like a beginning." She replied. "But from here on out you're not allowed to think." She said with humor.

I moved in close to her, put my hands on her hips and kissed her lightly on the lips. Her hands slipped around my neck and things became quite naturally as our kiss deepened.

I slid my hands under the back of her sweater feeling the warmth of her body. I moved my hands around her sides, up to the sides of her breasts. I cupped them lightly and lifted my thumbs to rub over the bra where I figured her nipples would be. I felt bare nipples! Firm bare nipples!

As I began to lift her sweater, Janice lifted her arms and extricated herself from the sweater.

I stared at a dark blue, lace-fringed bra that had two holes cut out for the nipples to protrude through.

"My Lord woman! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" I exclaimed.

"Do you like the bra? How about the color?"

"Exceptional on both counts." I replied, as I took her right nipple into my mouth, my hands returning to the small of her back.

After a few short minutes of suckling on her nipples, alternately, I returned to kissing her. I began unbuckling her belt, pulling the side zipper down and unbuttoned the pants. Leaving her lips, I pushed the pants off her hips. Turning her, I sat her down on the bed and reclined her back onto the bed. I removed her flats and then finished pulling her khakis off.

She wore dark blue matching, laced full panties. I might have been expecting bikini type panties. I don't know what I was expecting! But what she had on was exceptional.

As she lay there watching, I began to undress myself, kicking my shoes off and under the bed, no socks, then, the rest of my clothes. I saw her smile softly as I stood before her nude, my erection quite healthy.

I moved to the bed, putting my hands to her flat belly and my nose into her covered mound, moving my nose down to her crotch. As I pushed my nose into her crotch, she pulled her legs back. I scrubbed her crotch with my nose.

After listening to her soft moans a minute or two, I reached to pull her panties off. I noted a dark moist spot in the crotch of her underwear. I gazed upon a waxed, devoid of hair mound and pussy.

"Do you like it?" She queried.

"To be quite honest, I'm not sure." I replied, rushing to turn off the lamp. "Would you position yourself in the middle of the bed, please." 

"Do you want me to take off the bra?"

"That is about the sexiest thing I have ever seen. We'll leave that on a bit longer." I replied enthusiastically.

I maneuvered between her legs as she lifted them. As I cradled her in my arms she took possession of my cock and put it to her bare pussy. I pushed into her slowly. She moaned appreciatively and sighed contentedly when I pushed it deep.

I began to fuck Janet slowly and she immediately matched my rhythm fucking me back, her feet off the bed, knees close to my sides at her hands on my upper arms.

After my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I found the room to be not that dark at all. The curtains allow the lot of light filtering through at the edges.

Long, long minutes we fucked without speaking. I smelled her perfume mixed with her womanly scent. I listened to her soft steady moaning, which was accentuated at the end of each deep thrust.




In Praise of Janet Ch. 01



In due course, I slowed and pulled out of her.

I maneuvered to her right side and asked her to roll to her side and back up a bit. Acting instinctively, as we spooned, she lifted her legs and I guided my cock back into her very wet pussy.

Giving my back a bit of a rest, I fucked Janet a while like this, her right hand reaching to stroke my ass and thigh. She moaned very little but her ass was proactive in getting my cock deep into her.

I could not believe my cock. It was hard as a rock and staying there beyond my belief. It must be the strange pussy, I thought, or maybe the willing partner. Not being a professional, I found it hard to believe that Janet could be faking. She said she liked to fuck.

With a bit of concern of pulling from her, I pushed lightly on her hips to indicate I wanted her to roll to her belly. She understood and ended up nearly on her belly her left leg outstretched, her right knee pulled in tight, her ass postured upward and her pussy very accessible. The position working on my mind, only made my cock that much harder.

Strenuously supporting myself on one arm, I found I had enough room to slide my hand under our coupling and find her clit with my middle finger.

Her ass shot slightly upward and her moan told me I had found the right spot. With palm up, my middle finger extended the first knuckle slightly bent, I kept my hand motion-less, letting her, so to speak, stroke her clit with my finger.

It took a few long moments, but I found a method, a rhythm, I suppose, of pushing into her when she pushed her ass back, her clit stroking over my finger.

Her breathing was very labored and her moans almost continuous. My breathing was elevated, but my labor was of a different sort, holding myself mostly off of her and keeping my finger positioned without moving. I was soon hoping that Janet would orgasm very soon!

"AAaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" She moaned loudly, as the orgasm gripped her. "My Lord Press! It's good!"

We had been fucking, tops, 40 minutes. Her orgasm left her she held her position.

"I know it hasn't been long Press! I need you now. I need you to fuck my pussy hard!"

I did not have to be told twice. I shifted my weight, supporting myself on two hands and began to hammer at her ass.

"Yes! Yes!" She moaned, inspiring me to disregard my tiredness. "Give me your cum! Please Press! Harder damn you! Harder!"

I thought my whole body was going to explode. Luckily I had a weak point. It was my cock and it released all of my stress, plus a good quantity of sterile semen.

My orgasm gone, there was little I could manage accept to throw myself to my right onto my back to prevent me from dropping all my weight onto Janet. I was breathing hard, my hand on my belly.

Janet turned, then, flopped on her side, to face me. She lay quietly for a few moments smiling at me through the simi-darkness

"What was that you told me about maybe not getting it into me at all?"

She asked, mischief in her tone and eyes. "You are hell on wheels my good man."

"Hey, I'm as surprised as you are." I stated. "I can only attribute it to you being a very sexy woman with a bald pussy. And, you did say when the lights are off you like to fuck."

"I have to confess, and if you do not mind me mentioning my husband, he works a lot of hours and is not taking care of his homework like he should."

"No complaints here." I replied. "Tell me something. You say you have some things you want to buy. What is the total of all these things?"

She rattled off the items she wanted to purchase. "I would say about $5200."

"Then how about we divide that by 800, give or take, and we keep you as pure as possible and less chance of getting caught or a man causing you trouble in your marriage? Let's say we get together every other week?"

"That is very sweet of you Press. I would like that very much." She said lovingly, putting her head to my chest and kissing it lightly."

We talked about 20 minutes about this or that and then;

"Well, unless you want to masturbate in front of me, why don't you go clean yourself up and wake me when you're finished."

"You're a dirty old man!" She said teasingly, then more soberly. "Are you serious? I will if you want me to?"

"I'm playing with you sugar. Maybe some other time though. That could be fun." I replied. "Make sure you wake me up."

When she rolled over to exit the bed, I attacked her ass lovingly, holding on to her for a few moments, kissing and nibbling, making her laugh.

I noted I had dozed off for about 30 minutes when Janet awake and me. She was dressed and all was in order. I picked up my pants and reached for my car keys. Pushing the remote unlock button, I heard the two beep.

"In the backseat, behind the driver, you'll find a bag." I said. "I will call you in a week."

I watched her retrieve the bag from the backseat and clicked the car locked when she closed the door. I watched her drive away.

There was a small box of candy and $1000 in cash in an envelope.

A week later I called her and we set up Thursday the next week for meeting. I asked her to leave her car in the parking lot of the grocery store so I could pick her up. She hesitated, but agreed.

I found her sitting in her car far from the entrance to the grocery store. She left her car quickly and entered mine.

"There are a lot of white Impalas on the road." I assured her and it appeared she put it out of her mind.

"You gave me too much money." She said, as I rolled out of the parking lot.

"Did I!" I replied. "Did you like the candy too?"

"Your terrible! Yes, I liked the candy too."

She wore a skirt as I had suggested. I had made up my mind on one thing, the two of us having a nice lunch, but I wasn't sure how the afternoon would progress. I figured a skirt might make anything easier.

I was driving south on Route 17 and headed for North Carolina and a restaurant I liked. I figured an hour away, on the back-roads of North Carolina would be safe.

"We're not going to the motel?" Janet queried. "It's that way."

"I thought maybe we would just have lunch and talk." I replied lovingly. "Is that a agreeable with you?"

"Yes, of course, but what about ....... you know ......." She replied a bit concerned mixed with confusion.

"I'm paying you, am I not? " I said trying not to sound harsh. "I would like to have lunch with a very attractive and fun you. If it takes all the time, and as long as I keep you safe, then I'll accept that is money well spent. Okay?"

"Okay." She said quietly, then, perked up. "We're going down the back roads you told me about. It's a beautiful day for a drive. Thank you."

I wondered what the "thank you" was about. I hoped it meant she understood what I was trying to say, without really saying, that I thought she was more than just a whore.

Our lunch lasted 2 hours. Eating lunch took no more than 30 minutes and we spent the rest of the time having iced tea, her wine, and talking on multiple topics.

On the return trip, I had fully anticipated driving her straight back to her car.

"Can you find somewhere to pull off and park? She asked seductively.

"I think I can." I replied.

We were in an area of company-owned forest and there were many sandy-tracked trails that were easy to conceal a Cadillac. Within 15 minutes we sat around a curved track completely concealed from the road.

"I haven't had any peter in more than a week. I owe you something and if I'm going to do this later anyway it might as well be here in front of you." She said matter-of-factly.

I watched Janet back herself up to the door, putting one leg on the seat after kicking off the shoe. She pulled up her skirt, lifting to clear it from her posterior, revealing her crotch. Surprisingly me, she unsnapped the crotch of the panties.

"You were supposed to do this with your teeth." She said tauntingly.

I watched her as she began to toy with her pussy. With both hands, she pulled her labia wide, showing me the pink tissue inside. Then, her right middle finger began to stroke her clit, while the fingers of her left hand pulled the lips wide.

I reached to unzip my pants, without taking my eyes off of Janet's pussy. Fighting with the briefs, I finally freed my firm erection and began to stroke it.

"Do you like watching me play with my pussy?" She asked seductively.

"Oh yes. Very much so." I replied.

Her middle finger partially disappeared into her hole, reappearing wet, which she applied to her clit.

A long moment later, the whole finger disappeared into her and she began finger fucking her pussy. I thought of the leather seats and how thankful I was they cleaned up easily.

Her finger reappeared and she began concentrating on her clit, her finger circling it. She was now staring down at it and moaning, looking often at me stroking my cock, her lust and desire for orgasm building.

I was stroking my cock fast and hard hoping I could come when she did. It was not to be. Janet moaned, huffing and puffing, as the orgasm swept over her, her ass moving erratically.

She watched me with glazed eyes pumping my cock. Gathering her senses, she moved over close to me and replaced my hand with hers. She began to stroke my cock in earnest. But it wasn't working.

"This is not going to work baby." I lied, feeling very close to orgasm, but wanting to get my cock into her. "Let's get in the backseat."

We scrambled together, she crawling over the front seat, and me exiting the car, yanking the back door open.

Her legs widened and lifted and I quickly maneuvered between them. She grabbed my cock, placing it to her, and I pushed quickly and deeply into her. I grabbed her ass with both hands and proceeded to pound her ass into the seat, causing her to moan. It took no more than three minutes for me to empty my load into her. I lay panting as she stroked my head.

"Damn woman!" I said breathlessly. "You're making me feel like a teenager again. Come like one to."

I pulled out of her and backed out of the car door. 

"Hand me the box of tissues, please." She asked.

"Sure thing." I replied, opening the driver's door, retrieving the box and passed it back to her.

I fiddled with my briefs to store my limp cock, zipped my pants and took my seat behind the wheel. I looked down and studied the damp spots on my pants. Looking behind me, I saw Janet wiping her pussy with a wad of tissues, then, gathering another large wad of tissues she placed it to her pussy and snapped the two snaps on her panties together. She tossed the box over the seat, wadded up the soiled tissues inside a clean one, and exited the back seat through the open back door. She did not have the tissues when she joined me in the front seat.

"You're a hellva woman." I said leaning to kiss her. "And hey, how old are you? I'm 64 if you're interested."

"38. I'll be 39 and three months." She replied. "And I'm not at all interested in how old you are. You are a nice man."

"Neither am I sugar." I said. "I was just curious and kept forgetting to ask."

She scooted close to me on the bench style seats of my Cadillac. My right hand lay high on the inside of her thigh during most of the drive back. Occasionally, I thought about the wad of tissues stuffed under the crotch of her panties, we talked about casual everyday things.

Arriving back at her car, I reached into the glove compartment and retrieved the envelope that I had put there earlier. Again, it contained $1000 in cash.

"I'll call you in a week to set up the following week?" I queried.

"I'll look forward to your call." She replied, taking my hand and kissing it. "Bye Press."

I leaned over to kiss her before she exited the car.



In Praise of Janet Ch. 02



I picked Janet up at the grocery store parking lot on Thursday again. There was no hesitation on her part when I suggested it again.

Of the 10 hours I had spent with her so far, less than two hours of that time had been spent on foreplay or fucking. It caused me a bit of concern; not for the money I was putting out, but I wanted to spend as much time with her naked and "in the clutches" as I could. True, I had let her bail early the first time because I had been very satisfied, and yes, wore out. True, I threw away the second time to show her I cared about her and she was not just a whore, though she surprised me with her masturbation. I had not even eaten her pussy yet.

"Good morning Press." She said happily as she jumped into my car. "I've missed you."

"And I've missed you too." I replied, somewhat surprised, but happy she was wearing the khaki pants and dark sweater I had originally saw her in and asked her to wear at our first meeting. "You look very nice!"

"I don't know why you like this outfit so much," she said. "But I thought I was surprise you and wear it today."

"I think there is a number of reasons why I like it." I began. "You are a very sophisticated looking lady and that is a very smart looking, "dressed down" outfit for a sophisticated lady. That, and it reminds me of the days at Silver Bay on Lake George at the YMCA Association. All the girls wore khakis during the summer camp. I was a counselor there during college."

"You're very sweet." She replied. "And let me guess, that's where you lost your virginity to a very pretty coed camp counselor?"

"She lost her virginity too!" I continued. "I've had the honor of having three cherries."

We arrived at the motel and entered the same room we had had before.

"I tell you what," I said "let's get undressed and I'll give you a good body rub."

"You sure know how to make a woman weak, Press."

"Okay if we leave a few lights on?" I queried.

"Well, you have seen this so called sophisticated lady devoid of any modesty in broad daylight." She replied. "Sure, put all the lights on you want."

We were soon naked and I closed on her, kissing her passionately, roaming my right hand over her ass.

Breaking our kiss, "I can see my back rub being put on the back burner."

"No way! Put your pretty ass in the middle of that bed."

She lay short of the pillows, her head resting on her arms. I straddled her thighs and began to massage her shoulders. My intent was to give her a good 30-minute complete body rub before I gave her oral.

I was 20 minutes into it and had rolled her once. While she was on her back, I totally avoided her breast. She tried to coach me into massaging them but I did not give in to temptation. The massage was having the effect I had hoped. Leaving her feet, I asked her to roll to her chest again. I straddled her thighs once more, working on the middle of her back. She moaned appreciatively.

"I have something very provocative to confess." She began. "While Gary was screwing me Sunday night all I could think about was you and I fucking the first time. It was so sensuous. Every second of it! He told me afterwards it was the best pussy I had given him in months. The dumb ass!"

I edged back and began giving her buttocks a deep massage.

"I can't help but feel flattered. Thank you for confessing." I exclaimed. "I wonder if it could be possible that I was fucking Debbie the same time you were fucking Gary?"

"So the wife finally got froggy. I'm happy for you. Wow, what a thought, you and I fucking our spouses at the same time. I think we were doing it about 11:30."

"Nope. She was asleep by 9:30."

"Would it be uncouth, if I asked you if you thought it me?" She quizzed.

"Let's just say she acknowledged that my cock had not been as hard or lasted so long for quite some time."

The comment made her laugh.

"I cleaned my vagina thoroughly Tuesday night just in case you have a hankering." She informed me. 

"A hankering for what?" I teasingly prodded her into speaking the words.

"To eat my pussy." She said them accentuating the word "pussy".

I rolled her over onto her back and I got between her legs, scooting backwards a bit. Knowingly, her legs lifted and spread. I slid my hands under her ass and put my face to her pussy. For once, I did not have to contend with breathing through a bush or pubic hair making me cough.

"My! My oh my! That feels so good!" Janet moaned.

She was almost instantly lubricated, wetting my face as my tongue explored her pussy. I found her clit much to my pleasure.

I have never been able to decide which I like best; eating a pussy or fucking a pussy. I've always felt they would never admit it, but I think a woman would opt for a good tongue lashing over a stabbing cock. But maybe I'm misconstruing the age factor in my thinking. It is less physically stressful for an older woman not to expend her energies in intercourse and struggle to climb up the ladder of orgasm, when a tongue and direct stimulation works just fine and less tiring. But I've been fucking the same woman for 40+ years. But, then again, Janet was making my point. Am I crazy?

"You sweet, sweet man!" She moaned lustfully when I stuck my tongue into her hole.

A man's cock, young or old, eventually withers with use. A pussy can take a lot of abuse, and all a woman has to do, really, is just lay there, taking a man's cock until he ejaculates or just gets soft. There, again, a perspective of age. A man's mind wanders when he's eating pussy, purging a woman's juices from his mouth to keep from choking. So, don't mind my gibberish. In the end, I know Janet is still young enough to desire a good stiff cock. She has proved it to me. She will put her whole soul into fucking me when I eventually put my cock into her, making my 64-year-old cock stay hard seemingly forever.

How can a man explain the wonder of a woman's vagina. We come out of one and spend the rest of our lives trying to get back in. To make a woman come is to look into her soul. That's what I was seeking; to get my tongue as deep into her pussy as I could, eventually returning to her clit to bring her to orgasm. It was a river of ecstasy, literally. I had never, in my very limited experience, found a woman so wet. My chin was dripping with her juices.

"Right there Press! Don't move! Right there! Yes! Ohhhhhhh fuckkkkkkk yyeeessssss!"

Janet's body stilled momentarily before quaking uncontrollably. Keeping my tongue to her clit, despite her involuntary tremors, her orgasm refused to release her. When she finally relaxed, I continued to stroke her clit with my tongue. She whimpered and made no effort to push be away. I could hear her inhaling and exhaling.

"Lord that was good!" She said.

Her hands dropped between her legs and she pulled her labia wide. I wanted to see her clit again but did not want to remove my tongue from it. In less than a minute, she was moaning once more, though her ass was less active. I continued to concentrate on her clit for a few long moments. Then, leaving it, I maneuvered to her right side gathering her in my arms and kissed her passionately. She did not shy from returning my kiss, though my face was saturated with her juices.

I reached with my right hand for her pussy and she widened her legs to give me access. I pushed my middle finger into her, probing, feeling the warmth and softness of the inside walls of her pussy. I stroked my finger into her for a brief time, before bringing it to the surface. I began to buff her clit with my four fingers, buffing aggressively. With thighs wide, her ass lifted high off the bed, she begged me not to stop. She searched for and found my cock squeezing and yanking on it feverishly.

I was mesmerized with Janet and her seemingly delirious, lustful actions. Pushing her ass high, her thighs wide, it was as if she was offering up her pussy to do with whatever I wanted. I wanted to make her come again. How long I scrubbed at her pussy I cannot tell you, it was a while, and when she came she bellowed like a wounded animal. Her ass remained aloft until the orgasm released her and then it hit the bed with a plop. She was exhausted.

"Come over." She whispered breathlessly.

I moved atop her and she, in the slow motion of fatigue, lifted her legs, reached for my cock and placed it to her. I pushed into her sopping wet pussy with ease and she inhaled deeply.

"Damn! You're so big!" She exclaimed, but I knew it was only from her post orgasmic tightness.

I began to pump into her slowly. I was intoxicated being inside this younger woman of 38 years. Her legs wrapped around me, too tired I suppose to suspend them in the air. Her heels tapped rhythm on my buttocks. My cock was rock hard. I started to push it deep into her with determination. She moaned in rhythm with my deep thrusts.

"I hope you won't take offense, dear lady, but I love your pussy." I exclaimed. "How am I ever going to get along without it."

"SSsssssssssss" she sighed. "Don't talk foolishness my love. Be happy your cock is in me now and give me what I want, what I desire, what I need."

I increase my rhythm in proportion to my desire to give the lady what she wanted. I was soon lost in lust and breathing heavily, my face in the crook of Janet's neck. Refreshed, I suppose, her ass was in rhythm with my thrusting, her legs pulled me into her, actually tiring me quicker. I was exhausted when my cock jerked inside of her, giving her cum. I continued fucking her but my cock soon dropped out of her.

"Aww! I think I broke it." She said humorously.

I chuckled and moved to her breast to suckle on a nipple for a few moments. I rolled her over and kissed and nibbled on her ass.

"We have time. How about I buy you lunch?" She said. "Only if you want of course. I would be quite content to stay right here."

"I'm not going to bore you with any attempt to continue. But please darling, tell me, my finger never gets soft." I replied.

"I'm good. I'm better than good!" She replied.

"Then, I will buy you lunch." I replied. "Come on I'll let you scrub my back."

I am not a rich man but the $6000 I had allocated for my fling with Janet would not cause any heartburn. The sex was awesome, but I had become quite fond of Janet. We had a good conversation at lunch and I apologize for my comment. She graciously attributed it to the heat of battle. But, she did remind me of the realities of our separate lives. 

On the way back to her car, she told me her husband had questioned one of her purchases. She had told him that her girlfriend, Betty, had returned a loan that was a year old. He seemed to accept her story, but she voiced her concerns as to how she was going to explain the other purchases.

"Goodbye Press." She said. "Is Thursday two weeks okay?"

"I'll see you here two Thursdays from now." I answered, handing her a small box, which held a $200 bracelet, $1000 in cash and my cell-phone number on a note explaining that my former company's secretaries called all the time and to just ask for me. "When you open this remember I agree with what you said but I can't help but care for you. For me it is a product of sexual intimacy, I guess."

"I know Press. I know." She replied with a tone of sadness, I thought.

The two weeks passed slowly. I had a plan, something I wanted to try with Janet. I left the house on meet day Thursday feeling upbeat and happy. I saw Janet's car long before I made the left to pull into the parking lot. I stopped by her car and she quickly entered mine.

"Good day my lady!" I greeted her.

"Good day to you too." She returned, eyeing me quizzically. "You seem awfully cheerful this morning?"

"It is always a good day when I see my favorite lady friend." I replied.

"And I bet you're especially horny on this lovely morning." She stated more than asked, as I rolled away and pulled out of the parking lot. She leaned to kiss me.

"I am and I'll tell you why in a little bit." I said. "So tell me about your last two weeks?"

Janet began telling me about the woes of dealing with two kids getting ready for college. She told me her husband's business was picking up and he wasn't working as many hours. She asked about my wife. I told her that her black pants fit her nicely. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, embracing my right arm and told me how much she really had missed me. About 3 minutes from the motel room;

"I've got something I want you to try for me today. If you're not too long in the tooth for it, you might find it quite to your liking." I said, baiting her.

"Excuse me! If I'm not too long in the tooth?" She said with mock annoyance in her tone.

I shot her a sideward glance with a look of mischief in my smile. 

"You'd better be playing with me!" She said with a mock threatening tone. "Long in the tooth, my sweet ass!"

"We'll see sugar breeches"

I pulled into the parking space a few spaces down from our usual motel room. She looked puzzled but followed me to the door of a different room. I unlocked it and we entered. She sat her travel case on a chair. I switched on the lamp next to the bed. I had checked out the new room earlier and found that it had what I needed, two double beds separated by a small table. I waited for Janet to question the change but the query did not come.

"Now here's what I want you to try." I informed her, as I began to strip the bed on the right. "I'm going to spread this top sheet on the floor between the two beds and you're going to squat, supporting yourself with the two beds........."

"And where are you going to be?" She questioned cutting me off.

"I'm going to lie on my back under you and pleasure your pussy."

"The hell you say!" She replied humorously. "And you're saying I'm too old to do that! I work out every day!"

"Well, I've only done this with three girls, two before my wife and including my wife. She refused to do it after she was......... 27 or 28, if I recall. Are you game?"

"Oh hell yes!" She said beginning to take off her blouse to strip. "Sounds like fun."

"That's my girl!" I said gleefully.

I followed suit and soon we were both naked.

"Are you sure you don't want to get that thing wet before I show you what I'm made of?" She asked, eyeing my erection which was quite firm.

"You read my mind."

I watched Janet inner the bed and position herself in the middle of the bed. I moved to the lamp and turned it off. I joined her in bed. She lifted her legs and spread them and I placed my knees up against her buttocks and sat back on my haunches. I placed my cock to her and pushed it in slowly.

"Now that's what I'm talking about." She sighed.

I began to stroke into her slowly, pushing her legs back, not really interested in getting excited.

"Do you love my pussy?" She whispered seductively.

"I love your pussy very much Janet." I replied lovingly.

"Press, do you masturbate?" She queried.

"Occasionally. Not so much of late because I want to be ready for you." I explained. ""I guess I might have thought to ask you that, but we know the answer to that, don't we." I teased.

She slapped my chest and replied, "You're so bad. Do it a little harder."

"No, no, no." We have other games to play sexy lady."

I stroked inside of her another couple of minutes, then, pulled very slowly out of her, causing her to sigh disapprovingly. I positioned myself on my back on the sheet between the two beds. Again, with the curtains closed the room was still sufficiently illuminated. I saw her straddle me and I stared up at her ass and bare pussy, causing me to wonder why I hadn't continued to fuck her and forget this silly game. She began her squat.

"Now remember, you're using the bed only for support. You have to try to remain in position until you reach orgasm."

"And, I suppose, you don't think I can?"

"I'm going to be happy either way pretty lady. But I promise you, it's going to get interesting."

I waited for her to jostle around a bit to get comfortable. Her back to my feet, I maneuvered into position and lifted my head slightly to kiss her pussy. 

"Ouuuuuuuuuuuuu." She hummed softly.

I kissed her pussy a couple more times and then I began to probe with my tongue. When my tongue fluttered over her clit, I could see her ass moving slightly, but I knew the position and her weight was going to prevent her from any significant movement. I pushed my tongue between her pussy lips finding the entrance to her treasure but only teased her with insertion. I returned to her clit and spent many minutes there. Hard pressure, feather-light pressure, alternately, was my intent and it was working as expected. Her moans were continuous and I could feel the tremors in her body as I lightly caressed her ass with my hands.

"This is harder than I thought." She moaned. "It would be nice of you if you would stop teasing me and concentrate on my clit and get me off, but I don't suppose that is your plan."

It was not. I moved back to her hole and pushed my tongue into her. She tried to push down as I tongue fucked her, but again, her limited mobility hampered her efforts.

"If you only knew how good that felt!" She muttered. "But please go back to my clit!"

The long minutes wore on as I tortured her, tonguing her clit, returning to her hole and then back to her clit. My tongue was on her clit as I placed the middle finger of my right hand to her bunghole, causing her to gasp loudly.

"Don't you do it!" She challenged. "Ohhhhh fuck! Do whatever the hell you want."

I had no intentions of sticking my finger into her ass hole, finding it undignified, but teasing it was a hell of a lot of fun.

"You're a sadistic........" She started but stopped herself. "Please, Press, put your tongue on my clit!"

I could tell by her tone she was frantic, but I don't think she had any intentions of giving up. Her stubbornness was a new side of Janet I had not seen. I believe she would have passed out before she gave it. I decided to give her a break. She was a good sport. I began hard concentrated attention to the base of her clit with the tip of my tongue.

"Yes! Right there! Right there! One second! One................ ahhh hell! Yessssssssssssss!" She was huffing and puffing trying to blow the house down. 

Imprisoned by loss of mobility, the emotions of orgasm showed through her intense breathing and moaning. When it released her, she fell forward to her knees. She caught herself on her forearms, her face buried between her arms I rolled to my belly, rose to my knees and put my hands on her hips with all intentions of pulling her back to her knees and fucking her doggy style.

"No!" She snapped. "Don't touch me! I'm serious Press! Leave me the hell alone for just a minute."

She laid there, with her face in her arms, for perhaps two minutes as I set on my haunches studying her ass, hoping she would relent and let me take her the way I wanted. She finally lifted herself up, stood and walked unsteadily to the bathroom. I got up and got onto the bed on my left side, wondering what the outcome of my little game would bring. Three or four minutes later, she opened the door and came to the bed, getting in.

"That was intense." She said snuggling up close to me. "I'm sorry about before. I had to pee. Now where were we?"

She kissed me lightly and reached for my peter, which had shrunk considerably.

"Awww did I hurt its feelings." She teased. "Nope. I think it just dozed off. Get on your back."

Quickly my mind focused and I slipped towards the middle of the bed as Janet maneuvered over me. Taking my renewed erection in her hand, she placed it and lowered herself onto it.

"My, my, my." She muttered, pushing down on it taking it deep. "Now, lets see what I can milk out of your cock."

I laid back and let her ride my cock for my pleasure. If she got herself aroused again I knew I could finger her to orgasm. She was doing a great job of it too. Soon, she leaned down and we embraced and I took over, pumping my cock into her. She began to moan and I was soon overcome with lust to fill her. I believed her moaning was a sign of her renewed arousal.




In Praise of Janet Ch. 02



"You want me on my knees now?"

"Ssssssssssssss." I whispered in her ear. "Another minute. I'm almost there. Your pussy is so tight and wet."

"You make it wet." She whispered back. "Some days I get wet just thinking about you, causing me to masturbate. I hate it that you are not there to watch me."

Her words were all I needed to cause my orgasm. I groaned with satisfaction as I soiled her pussy. I rolled her off to my left and palmed her pussy.

"Unh-unh." She said. "I'm fine. 

"Something wrong?"

"I'm sorry, but Gary made a move on me early this morning. I made up an excuse, but promised him tonight. I just prefer not to have another orgasm. I need to appear enthusiastic and eager. We don't want to give him the slightly reason to become suspicious. Please understand!"

I certainly understood, but her confession, coupled with the knowledge that her husband would be fucking her this night was like a shot of adrenaline to my system and my cock. I abhorred the thought of her husband between her legs, his cock inside her.

"Are you shutting me down?" I asked with concern, hoping she did not attribute my concern to money. Money for services rendered held no concern whatsoever. We, I hoped she knew, were way beyond that.

"Oh heavens no!" She replied with frantic concern, pulling me atop her, reaching for my cock. 

She found it "firm enough" as she placed it. I pushed into her and began a moderate, dominating, in my mind, rhythm. I could tell she was making a concerted effort to fuck me, matching my rhythm, holding her legs close to my sides. My rhythm increased until I could not fuck her any faster or harder. Janet was not moaning but grunting as I stabbed into her, her breathing as labored as my own. I eventually came to an abrupt stop.

"Damn it to hell! This is crazy. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" 

"No. I'm fine."

I heard the words but I heard her whimper lowly as I lifted from between her legs, pulling slowly out of her. I rolled to the other side of the bed and sat up on the edge.

"I'm sorry Janet. The thought of him........ is painful. It's a man thing I guess. You have your own responsibilities and I cannot fault you. Will you forgive me?" I asked. "Let's clean up and I'll take you to lunch."

"There's nothing forgive Press." She replied, trying to stifle her crying.

I rolled back to her and cradled her in my arms, consoling her. "Please don't cry! I'll take you home if you want."

"I didn't know what to tell you, but I didn't want to lie to you. I think I know what you're feeling. I don't want to go home. I want to go to lunch with you." She sobbed like a baby.

As per our agreement, Janet and I met two more times. The sex as usual was unbelievably good and loving. But all good things must come to an end and I pulled into the parking lot next to her car for the last time. It was raining buckets and she could not exit the car without getting drowned.

"Well, young lady, we have come to the end of our relationship." I said, taking her left hand and kissing it firmly.

"We might see each other in the grocery store sometimes." She replied weakly and without much conviction.

She slipped over closer to me and we embraced for long minutes. I listened to the rain hitting on the roof.

"I'm going to miss you Janet." I whispered.

"I've given you a good memory." She whispered back. "And you gave me one too."

"Yes you have. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, and you're welcome." I whispered back, then, "You had better jump out before it starts pouring again."

She was gone. A grown man had a tearful ride home.

Two months had passed when my cell phone rang sitting on the kitchen counter. My wife answered as I walked into the kitchen.

"Yes. Just one moment." I heard her say, then, "one of the secretaries at the company."

I took the phone from her and said hello. "Yes, certainly, let me go to my desk."

Entering my small home office, my heart pounding, I said, "Hello Janet. How are you?"

"I hope you're not upset with me for calling."

"Not at all." I replied, and had to fight not to say, 'what can I do for you', which was my usual response to a company secretary.

"I feel so foolish." She said hesitantly. "Okay, I'll just say it! Can you take me to the motel sometime soon?"

"Today or tomorrow." I offered, my breath shallow.

"Today? Really! My goodness yes!" She replied with surprise. "I can be at the parking lot in 30 minutes."

"I'll be there."

I made excuses to my wife, and as casually as I could, for I wanted to run, I made my way out to the garage. I had to back down the speeding Cadillac a number of times not to be too early. Janet was waiting. She had exited her Impala and was standing outside her car when I pulled next to her. She quickly jumped in and I powered out of the parking lot and onto the highway. I was taking my chances with getting a speeding ticket. We smiled at each other and held hands remaining quiet with anticipation for much of the ride.

I noticed her repeatedly glancing at the speedometer, but she just returned my smile when I acknowledged her concern.

I made a quick call to the motel 10 minutes out, stopping by the office to pick up the key when we arrived. We nearly trotted to the door and for the first time I fumbled with the keys and unlocking the door.

Like youthful lovers, we fumbled with zippers and buttons as we undressed each other. We neglected to close the curtains as we, literally, fell into bed. I rolled her and she rolled me, seemingly to fight for dominance and to be on top. She gave in, spreading her legs and grasping my cock, and I entered her passionately. We began a fast paced rhythm for long minutes before finally expending our pent up passion. We slowed to a stop, me deep inside of her, and both of us catching our breath.

"I feel whole again." She whispered, hugging me tightly.

"And I'm back where I need to be. Inside of you." I said.

We began a much more leisurely paced fuck.

"I was not expecting this today." She murmured. "You have made me so happy."

We continued fucking silently for long, long minutes.

"Do you want me to get on my knees for you?" She offered.

"You said I hurt you a little bit last time." I replied.

"I know you love my butt. Let's do it and you try to control yourself."

I pulled from her slowly and suggested she situate herself at the edge of the bed, offering that the bed was mushy and I could control the depth of my penetration a little bit better if I stood firmly. While she maneuvered to the edge of the bed, gathering up a few pillows, I pulled the curtains closed.

"I do love your butt sugar." I said, kissing and nibbling on her ass when I returned to her.

"You're tickling me." She giggled, wiggling her ass seductively. "I'll give you 30 minutes to stop that!"

I dropped to my knees and spread her cheeks wide with my palms and pushed my face between her thighs, flicking my tongue to her pussy.

"Whewwwwwww!" She exhaled. "You are bad, bad, bad. Damn, that's good!"

Janet widened her stance and pushed her ass up to give me better access to her pussy. I found it extremely uncomfortable but I continued to lick at her pussy for long, long minutes hoping to bring her to orgasm. She continued moving this way and that to give me the needed access to get to her clit. Finally, the majority of my licks were on her clit. She was moaning her immense pleasure. I soon heard her muffled squeal as she buried her face into the pillows, holding her ass perfectly still so I could continue making contact on her clit.

When she finally lifted her face, I stood. Her stance closed slightly as I put my cock to her pussy, searching.

"Right there. Easy Press. Easy!" She directed.

It took long moments for me to get my cock into her, and still I did not push it deep as I was wished to do, not to hurt her certainly, but to claim all of her, if but for a moment. I had learned earlier that she could not take a deep penetrating thrust in the doggy position. So I began to stroke slowly into her taking pains not to push too deep.

"Hey, I got a joke for you." I began. "A redhead, a brunette and a blonde, all three pregnant and discussing whether they're going to have a boy or a girl. The redhead says; If a woman becomes pregnant with her husband on top, she will have a boy. The brunette said; If the woman was on top, the woman will have a girl. The blonde broke out crying hysterically and the other two girls asked what the problem was. The blonde sobbed; "I'm having a puppy!"

I saw Janet shaking her head. "You silly man!"

Long, long minutes passed and I was getting close. Janet evidently felt the same.

"Are you getting close?" She queried.

"Another minute or two!" I assured her.

"No you don't! I hate puppies! Come get between my legs. I want you close to me."

I'm not sure if I pulled out or if she moved away from me, but we decoupled. We both scrambled to re-couple.

"That's better." She whispered lovingly. "Now, put your hands on my ass and give me what I want."

I did not have to be told twice. I grabbed her ass, locking her in tight, and began my climb.

"Come on Press. Hard! Yes!" She bantered. "Fill my pussy. Fill my belly with your warm cum."

"AAgggggg!" I moaned as I erupted into her pussy.

"I love it! I love it! I love to have you come in me."

"You know it's really amazing." I said with labored breath. "The wife was feeling froggy last night."

"Well now, aren't you the stud." She teased. "You got me all worked up again, especially with that vision. Let your fingers do the walking and I'll do the moaning."

I was more than happy to oblige the young lady and we maneuvered into position, my left hand under, and at the bottom, of her ass giving my middle finger access to her pussy. My right hand between her legs, my middle finger extended, to do the direct pleasuring. In a few short minutes, I had Janet delirious with one finger circling her clit and the other probing her pussy. My cock was hard again and as she closed on orgasm she searched and found it, yanking on it.

"Oh! Oh!" She moaned as if in pain. "FFUUCCKKKKKKK!"

Before her orgasm subsided, I quickly maneuvered to mount her and she guided me into her. I pushed it home....... deep into her......... Again, making her moan with pain or pleasure was debatable. Unfortunately, my cock only remained hard for a few short minutes and then dropped out of her.

"Thank you. Thank you." She whispered appreciatively. "That last little ride put the cherry on the cake."

We lingered a long time in the bed just snuggling, talking and kissing. We had lunch and sat for an hour and a half neither of us wanting to leave. We arrived back at her car and said our goodbyes quickly, but then I remembered.

"Here. Take this." I said, reaching into the glove compartment and retrieving a small bag.

She took it and looked inside seeing a small box of candy and a small envelope. I saw her face redden.

"What the hell is this!" She snapped, her volume high and angry. "I did not call you today for money! Damn you! Do you know how difficult it was for me to call! I thought you and I had..............."

"Janet." I cut her off, reaching to grip her wrist, which was waving around in the air. "It's a box of candy. The company sends me cartons of them. And, a birthday card."

She stared at me as her face began to wrinkle up like a small child about to cry. She began to sob, her face turning down into her lap and her arms folded across her chest. I moved closer to comfort her, retrieving a few tissues.

"I am a fool! I'm so sorry! What am I going to do!" She sobbed. "I love my husband. I love him dearly. But I miss you so terribly. I know our relationship is just sexual but............"

"Is it my dear lady?" I said, seeing that she was at a lost for words. "I don't feel like that. I know you love your husband and I love my wife, and I know neither one of us want to leave but..........." I was now at a loss for words.

Janet had gained control of herself and sat sniffing.

"I am so sorry about this." She apologized, lifting the bag slightly. "I know it's not just sexual, but we do spend a good deal of time in bed." She added chuckling uncomfortably.

"All I can tell you to do is call me whenever you desire." I offered. "I'll have to continue to miss you until I get that call."

"But that's not fair!" She challenged.

"I agree whole heartedly." I rallied. "I won't take the chance of messing up your marriage and I will hope you'll have the urge to call. Or, you may just be suffering from withdrawal and I'll learn to live with that too."

"You're getting wise in your old age." She chuckled. "I hope you'll be hoping for a slow recovery."

"You got that right!" I replied.

"I love you Press." She said, leaning to kiss me.

"I love you too Janet." I replied.

She exited by car and I watched her drive away wondering how long it would be before I saw her again.

For those reader I've found needing closure, Janet did have a slow recovery of a year and 6 months. She called, on average, every two months.