0 comments/ 18996 views/ 3 favorites Jeni's Arrangement Ch. 01 By: eymach Chapter 1: An Intimate Evening with Rhett Jeni smiled at Rhett and said, "I think I can make a better cup of coffee than this. Would you like to drop by and continue this conversation at home?" Rhett could hardly believe his ears. He was usually the one doing the 'inviting.' He raised his eyebrows and replied, "Ahhhh..., would you repeat that madam. Did I hear correctly?" Jeni smiled, and directed Rhett, "Pay the bill and follow me, sir." A quick glance into the rear view mirror provided Jeni Ekland a brief sense of security as she drove home through a couple of rough neighborhoods. Even though closer, she would not normally take this route unless Rhett Strong was following. After the past several months, she had allowed herself a brief cup of coffee at the Waffle House with Rhett after the AHA (American Heart Association) meeting. It was almost 10:00 pm and Jeni had drifted into one of her frequent bouts of loneliness that occurred during her husband's absences. And with the loneliness came a bit of sexual tension that kept her in a state of unrest. Inviting another man into her home was completely out of character for her, yet tonight it was well planned. She had selected her target. A rush of excitement brought back memories of a young teenage girl coming of age. She would be taking a bold step in coming to grips with her present sexuality. But now, at the age of 52, she hoped to benefit from the many years of maturity she had developed. Jeni continued glancing in the rear view mirror just to make sure Rhett was still there. She felt uncomfortable driving alone at night. Her mind wandered and she questioned. Why was she doing this? The images flashing across the mirror reminded her of a video tape on fast forward. She began to reflect on the life she had with her wonderful husband. He had given her two successful children, a beautiful home, a great marriage, their reputations and their careers. How could she spend an evening with Rhett and protect all of this? The reasons seemed so shallow. Regardless, she had a plan. She would find a way. With each in their separate cars, Jeni led Rhett into the triple car garage. He parked along side her husband's Mercedes...the automatic door closed behind them. Was this a symbolic 'point of no return'? They entered the family room and Jeni helped him out of his coat and hung them neatly in the closet. She turned, smiled and gave Rhett one of those stand-off hugs that said, 'I'm a very proper woman...don't get too close...this is just between friends.' She turned, walked away and said, "Excuse me a minute let me change into something more comfortable." Rhett foolishly daydreamed that maybe, she'd return in her sexiest lingerie, or that she'd return nude covered in a comfortable bathrobe. His hopes were soon dashed as she appeared in a comfortable tee shirt tucked neatly into the waistband of a pair of loose fitting knit shorts. Rhett quietly remarked, "Now, you look relaxed." "Thank you sir, I had to free these tits from that tight bra." Rhett chuckled and playfully teased, "Oh I just wish you had allowed me to help?" To which Jeni replied as she picked up the flirtatious exchange, "You men are all alike. You're just horny old dogs. Hell, these are getting flat and hang like a 50 year old woman's. Certainly, you don't see anything sexy in these." "You are a 50 year old woman and they should look like that. You should be proud of your appearance. You are a beautiful, sexy, mature woman. We are visual animals, you know." "And sir, I don't believe you have told me your age yet," Jeni asked, as she put her hands on her hips and thrust her chest forward. Laughing, Rhett commented, "Let's just say I've entered the Viagra stage of life. "Surely not," Jeni politely replied, "Here, let's make that pot of coffee." "Oh yes, since that heart surgery, things were a little slow and the quality was slipping. It's like when one's eyesight begins to fade and print becomes hard to read; reading glasses help. A little assistance never hurts and I'm not ashamed to admit it. Just don't take sex away from us old men." Jeni laughed with a compassionate sense of understanding. Her husband had started using Levitra after his corrective heart surgery. Then she said, "Don't forget us women. We like a little sex too." As she turned and moved into the kitchen, Rhett slowly followed. He stood, maybe a step away. Jeni opened the cabinet and asked, "Can you get that coffeemaker from the top shelf." Rhett carefully closed the distance between them. Jeni took a deep breath as she sensed him invading her space. He slowly nestled up behind her, and willingly she made no attempt to move. In fact she turned slightly allowing her breast to touch his arm. Warm sensations spread up her back. Her vagina began to moisten. Her husband had been away over two weeks. She knew the signs. Rhett carefully assembled the coffeemaker and plugged it into the outlet and said, "There, it's ready to go." He lightly placed his hand in the small of her back guiding her back to the familiar spot at the counter. Jeni politely responded, "You can go back into the den if you like and I'll join you as soon as it's ready." She briefly reflected on the present situation. Was she supposed to have a guilty conscience or was this what she wanted. Rhett said, "I'll just stand here by the bar. Talking with you is better than sitting alone." "Suit yourself", Jeni replied, and placed the filter into the coffeemaker. She began to pour the dry coffee. She sensed that Rhett was moving in closer. With both hands now occupied she felt him slip up behind her, place his hands on her hips, and slowly move them around her midsection and gently pull her into his chest. She took a deep breath and allowed herself a moment to enjoy his embrace, then said, "Based on what I'm feeling, I don't think you need any Viagra." She missed this kind of affection during her husband's absences. Make no mistake, she was getting turned on. With Jeni facing away, Rhett slowly pulled her into his arms and pressed his hard member into the crevice of her ass. He pulled the tee shirt from the waistband of her shorts, then, moved slowly to cup a breast in each hand. Jeni trembled with anticipation. This was a totally new experience for her. She was barely able to pour the water into the coffeemaker. Somehow the task was done. Her attention was now focused on the responses her body was experiencing. Her face and chest flushed. She grabbed the front of the counter to steady herself. Shaking from pent up desire, she wanted him to take her, but that would violate the details of her plan. Slowly, she turned in his arms and allowed his kiss. Their mouths opened and their tongues danced. Her loins ached as the passion intensified. Rhett pressed his hardness into her lower midsection and began a slow rocking motion. She caressed the front of his slacks and gently squeezed. He was very hard and his size was nice. Their tongues renewed their love for French-kissing. Her brief equipment inspection told her they would fit quite nicely together and that she could be well satisfied. Jeni raised herself onto her toes, opened her legs and tried to place the tip of his cock in that clit area. Slowly with some reluctance, she pushed him away and said, "Wait, wait Rhett. I've got something to discuss with you first." "Oh goodness, I knew this was only a dream. Please don't turn into a pumpkin, my balls ache so much." Jeni laughed and said, "Forgive me Rhett, I do understand. Maybe we can work something out later, but for now listen to me. I'm going to use language I don't normally use. But at a time like this, there are no other words that can explain my feelings. I want you to know that there is nothing I want more than for you to fuck me, right now, right here. But, it can't happen tonight. Believe me; I want it as bad as you. I look forward to the first time your cock opens me up and fills that empty space down here." Rhett sat in stunned disbelief and said, "I cannot believe what I'm hearing, but I must admit that right now it's a hell of a turn-on. You know that I want you just as much. But I don't want this to be a reason to break up a marriage." "I don't want that to happen either. My husband and I have invested too many years together. I won't throw that away. At the same time, I can hardly wait for you to spread the lips of this pussy and bury that rod. Hell I want it now. I want you in me. I want you to fulfill the duty all men are put on earth to do. I want you to pound my pussy into a purple swollen mass of tissue, dripping with all of the lubricating juices we can muster. And since I'm out of the egg production business, I want you to blow that cum into the deepest part of my pussy." Rhett laughed and replied, "Wow, you do know how to use the language, there has to be more to this story." "Oh, there is. I don't want our little thing here to threaten our marriage. Matt owns my heart. He owns my soul. We have two wonderful children together and that will never change. And if I have anything to do with it, our relationship will stay strong." "Then why take the risk," Rhett asked? Jeni cocked her head and playfully mocked, "Because I'm beginning to admit that I'm a lot like most men who just want some strange pussy. Well...I want some strange cock." After they shared a laugh together she said, "More to the point, I want a good old fashioned fucking. Seriously, I want you here because, I hope, you want to fuck me. But before I explain my reasons I want you to understand my needs and then if you don't want to continue, there will be no regrets." "I understand...I think?" Rhett replied displaying a serious questioned expression. "I'm anxious to hear more." "You see, for twenty five years Matt and I have had a long distance marriage. And since the children have left the nest, I have been here alone for two to three week periods at a time. And when I get horny, I want to get fucked. When the children were still around, I was able to involve myself in their activities and soon enough the special weekends and holidays with Matt would arrive. During those times, I would make sure that he was well fucked and fed before he had to leave to return to his work. Not only am I a good piece of ass, I'm a pretty good cook as well." "Matt has been very successful with Myer Construction and I would not make any demands on him that would change his career. He loves his work. But, he has always been assigned projects elsewhere...usually out of state. He has even suggested half-heartedly that I take on a casual sexual liaison. You see now, I think I just might take him up on his offer. I think and hope he will understand. But, I've got to work this out with him first." "Have you ever caught him with another woman," asked Rhett? Jeni paused before she answered that question. The Letter came to mind. She chose her words carefully. "Matt has never admitted as such, and knowing him I would not expect him too. I'm not sure I would want him too." "I don't understand. Have you ever considered a private eye," Rhett asked? "Oh, heavens no," she replied. "I would be disappointed in him if he didn't land between a woman's legs from time to time. And you can bet your ass they wouldn't be dry-humping. He would have a dick in her so fast and when he finished she would be well satisfied. Years ago it bothered me, but recently, I have not had reason to be too concerned. He has always come home on a regular basis and made sure that the children and I were well taken care of financially, sexually and otherwise. Well no, not the children sexually...aaaa...aaaaahh...you know what I mean. Rhett laughed and interjected, "but, to suspect has to hurt and make you feel rejected." When I was younger it did. I had no facts, only suspicions. Over the last ten years I reflect and conclude that he has shown me and the children great love. I was always well screwed; as crass as that sounds. He is so damn bawdy. Both of you are alike in that respect. I have come to realize that is the kind of men I choose. I can't change you-all, so I might as well admit it and find a way to accept it and love that about the men that turn me on. Once I came to understand that about myself I realized that's why I love my husband so. It's just that during these two to three week periods of time I want someone to talk with, someone to touch and 'yes' I would like to have someone fuck me. Now you know...my secret is out. That's all it will be between us...just a good friend and a good fuck. That's all I can offer. Are you still interested?" "Well maybe...sounds like the perfect arrangement," Rhett replied as he sipped on his coffee and invited Jeni to sit by his side on the love seat. As she carefully sat without spilling her coffee she allowed Rhett's free arm to coax her into his side. "Are you comfortable," he asked? "Very," she replied as she slid down so that her head rested in the crook of his arm. "Is a guilty conscience getting in the way of a nice intimate friendship," Rhett asked as he finished his coffee? "Absolutely not," she replied as she sat her empty coffee cup down and cuddled further down along Rhett's side. She casually dropped her hand inside his knee and began to caress his inner thigh. Rhett spoke up, "I'm still confused. How are you going to work this out with your husband?" Since you ask, let me put it this way. Matt has never been the jealous type. In our younger years, I would get extremely jealous. He never thought that it was natural for people to be totally monogamous. I did until the kids were out of the nest. Then, one night while I was masturbating, I asked myself, what's the big deal about sex? It's just a normal body function that allows male and female the ultimate in pleasure. Do our instincts allow us to own someone else, especially someone as biologically different as the opposite sex? " Rhett placed his large right hand inside her left thigh and started to move his fingers inside her loose fitting shorts. He was encouraged more as he felt Jeni open up slightly to his touch. His cock hardened. She displayed a warm accepting smile. Jeni turned slightly and placed her hands on his penis outside the slacks. "You feel nice. It's kind of difficult continuing this conversation." "No, no...please continue. I'm listening." Jeni gave him another playful squeeze and said, "It looks like ole big-boy is pretty hard right now. He needs some relief doesn't he?" "If you keep that up he will be spitting at you before you want him too." Jeni playfully pushed her face into his chest and continued the conversation. "You know Rhett; I have come to realize that if I were in Matt's environment, I probably would have had an affair and thrown everything away. "Hell, I wonder why I should even be here," Rhett replied. "I'm sorry Rhett, I know I should shut up and let these moments play out." Rhett leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose. They had slowly moved into a semi reclining position with Jeni angled into his chest. One knee was raised allowing Rhett easier access to her pussy. His hand moved up the pant leg of those loose fitting shorts to cover her pussy and found a nice surprise; somewhat startled he said, "No panties...Damn, that's sexy!" Jeni smiled and said, "I'm glad you like it. You know, that hand of yours is really turning me on." Rhett's long fingers lightly massaged that tender spot between her swollen lips and the top inner portion of her thigh. "I love this area of a woman's body. It's so soft here. Do you want me to stop?" "You better not, but if you keep doing that, you're gonna have to finish me." Jeni's passion continued to build. She began to question whether she could withstand Rhett's advances. She had already gone further than she planned. Her brain had lost control. Desire had taken over. She thought that if Rhett could give her that orgasm everything would still be on track. Then suddenly Jeni involuntarily jumped, and gasped, "Oh my good...Oh my goodness, you found it." "Found what," Rhett laughed silently to himself knowing the cause of her reaction? "You found that magic button. Ahhh, that is so sensitive." She curled her groin into Rhett's hand allowing further access. "Yuck, you're kind of wet down here." He pulled his hand away and playfully put his middle finger under her nose. Instinctively she jerked her head away and said, "Stop...you're disgusting." With Rhett's slacks still on, Jeni's hand squeezed around his cock with as much grip as she had and through gritted teeth begged. "Put it back. Put your hand back down there...dammit." Rhett smiled to himself, and placed the palm of his hand on her mound and found a small patch of pubic hair. "Hey, I like that. I'm glad you didn't shave everything." "Pussy has to have hair," Jeni said. "That's my landing strip...my war bonnet...beaver ...headdress...pussy pillow...badge of honor. You like those names? No, I don't want to look like a little girl anymore. This pussy has enjoyed every battle...every stroke. I want something to show for it." Rhett laughed at her clever imagination, leaned into her neck and whispered, "It feels so wispy." "'Wispy,' that's a nice word. It sounds sexy. I want to keep things neat and clean so I shave down below there." Jeni placed her hand over his and guided it down over her pussy and boldly said, "See how smooth that feels." Rhett placed the full width of his palm over her pussy and caressed those swollen lips ever so slowly. "Oh my, you can't imagine how good that feels," Jeni replied. Rhett's middle finger intentionally dropped in the furrow of her wet vulva and lightly touched her clitoris again. Each time, she responded with a deep intake of air. Her nipples were now noticeably enlarged under the light tee shirt. Her neck and upper chest had become flushed and bright red as she passionately responded to his slow hand. "What do you want," Rhett asked. He hoped she wanted everything. "I want you to finish me. It won't take much. Please don't fuck me...not tonight. Just finger-fuck me and rub my clit," Jeni begged, as she grabbed his forearm and arched her pussy into his masterful hands. Rhett allowed his finger to move further down into her opening and trace small circles inside those tender nether lips. He was careful not to enter. "Your pussy is so wet. Are you ready for a little penetration?" To muffle her ecstatic cries, Jeni smashed her mouth to Rhett's "Oh yes dammit...put it in. Finger-fuck me. Give it to me." With some authority Rhett shoved one finger, then two, into her pussy and massaged that sensitive area behind the pubic bone. That did it. Jeni's pelvis jerked. She instinctively rolled over onto Rhett's midsection and humped her vagina into his cock. "Hold me, Rhett...Aaaaaagh...I can't help it. I'm coming." Her body jerked in response to his skilled manipulation. Rhett's hand remained in place covering Jeni's pussy. Somehow his fingers remained buried. He felt every clinch. In his highly aroused condition, she became light as a feather. Slowly, her shaking body subsided. Then in one final spasm, Jeni collapsed. Her pussy softened and flooded his hand with the juices of her orgasmic release. Rhett cradled her into his chest; her cheek snuggled into the nap of his neck and even though his cock remained rock-hard he was at peace knowing that at that moment he was the instrument of her pleasure. As she lay temporarily spent in his arms, he thought to himself, what a wonderful memory to hold on too. After several moments of temporary satisfaction, Jeni's thoughts began to refocus. "Don't worry Rhett, I'm gonna take care of you and Mr. Johnson here," she said, placing her hand onto his belt. Jeni's Arrangement Ch. 01 Rhett affectionately kissed the top of her head and quietly spoke in that deep sexy voice of his and said, "Here, let me help." Jeni urged, "Take those pant's off...it will be easier." She smiled as she watched his stumbling attempt to disrobe. She helped with his boxers and said, "I'd say there's been a bit of leakage in these." Rhett replied, "Yep, these shorts have a couple of wet spots in them." He dropped them across the back of the dining chair. Jeni laughed at his remark and carefully looked at the swollen mushroom shaped head. His juices continued to ooze. The faint odor of their fluids crept into her nostrils and in a strange way refueled her passion. She marveled at Mother Nature's genius in shaping an organ so well suited for its penetrating mission. With her hand tightly wrapped around his cock she squeezed out a drop of pre-cum and dipped her tongue just slightly to make a taste test. "What does that taste like," Rhett asked? "It's almost tasteless. I had almost forgotten. Married life tends to overlook some of the finer things. We just get to the fucking and forget a lot of the preliminaries. I think a new partner rekindles some of these pleasures." Her tongue found that sensitive frenelum area briefly before sliding her lips over his glans. Rhett stiffened and inhaled a deep breath before laying his head back onto the sofa arm. He clutched the hair in back of Jeni's head. His eyes closed to concentrate on the pleasure being administered by her skilful oral attention. Her ministrations lifted him onto that last plateau of sensory overload. Women have a way of knowing the signs of an impending eruption. Rhett was close when his balls tightened and his breathing labored. Her passion was in tune with his. She detected that first orgasmic spasm and released him just in time to witness the expulsion of his seed. To a woman that is a mysterious sight. In an instinctive reflection she wanted that milky viscous stream deep within her vagina. As the spasms subsided, she stripped every last drop from his oversensitive organ, and then laid his softening cock onto his stomach. She stood up and left his tool with an affectionate caress. "Wait here, I'll get you a towel. Then you can take a shower." With a lazy satisfied smile on his face, Rhett quietly uttered, "I don't think I can move. I am done. " Jeni jokingly offered the comment, "Yeah, Yeah...you're like all the rest of the men I know. Shoot your wad once and you're not worth a damn to anybody." Rhett laughed at her smart-ass remark. He could care less. He felt as though he were on some magic carpet floating his way into wet dream heaven. The night was over too soon. The next morning Jeni awoke from one of the most relaxing sleeps she had ever experienced. She had chosen to sleep in the nude in order to retouch some of those areas that Rhett had skillfully explored earlier in the night. She touched the nipples that had been erotically chewed and suckled. The vaginal lips remained sore from the fingered intrusion they had taken the night before. The aftermath of his attention felt wonderful. Memories of the previous evening brought a radiant smile to her face. Quite simply, she knew she had to bring this into her life. She had to have more of 'this' and 'it'. Jeni's Arrangement Ch. 02 Chapter 2: The Letter Every married woman has a secret hideaway for personal things. Jeni was no different. She reached into her lamp table drawer and pulled out that envelope she'd kept hidden for many years. Through the years, she developed a strange attachment to this letter. She hated it, yet she could not destroy it; it had a mysterious hold on her. This document had produced every kind of emotion in her that one could imagine. Almost ten years ago, after receiving the letter she flew into a rage. She was ready to throw Matt out of the house, leave with the two children and file for a divorce. Luckily, for her this was not so easy. Matt was traveling out of the country and could not be reached. It gave her some time to settle down and think. She reflected on that period of time as she opened the letter and read for the umpteenth time. Dear Mrs. Ekland: I hope some day in the future you can read this letter and consider it a gift. Now you may consider it a terrible nightmare. I expect that after reading this that your first reaction will be to experience all of the devastating emotions a woman can experience...rage, revenge, jealousy, embarrassment, rejection, contempt...all of those feelings that drive good people apart. Jeni read and thought...How dare someone else tell her how she felt? You see, I'm older than you by, maybe, ten years. I mention these emotions as I have experienced all of them and realize that I made a huge mistake. I recently ran my husband off which later ended in a nasty divorce. I became the bitch from hell. He had to pay. Eventually, I didn't even like myself; but I was on a mission. I would be the role model for all scorned women. Well I came to realize, too late, that the son of a bitch that I threw out was a pretty good MAN. He was pretty smart. The "fixed for life" fortune that I thought I was going to get was barely enough for me to raise our two children. He got himself a good lawyer and before the trail proceedings were over, one would have thought that I was the adulterer. To his credit he maintained a good relationship with the children and made sure all of their needs were met...college included. His show of love for the children was one of the things that began to soften my bitterness toward him. Slowly we were able to rebuild a friendship the kids appreciated. Yet, I could not let go of his indiscretions. He was an animal. By that I mean that if there was a pussy out there that needed scratching, he would be first in line. He felt it his duty to relieve the itch of any woman in heat. He had no shame or embarrassment about it. He never saw a need too. I could not accept that kind of thinking. From my point of view, he was mine. He was my property. And yet, he was a contradiction. He would confess that he could not help himself and made no great attempts to restrain himself. On the other hand, he was discreet about his affairs in public. His opinion about sex was that it was a basic need that needed satisfying and that was the natural animal role of the male species. I've often thought that was too lame of an argument for men to use. He even suggested that on a less frequent occasion that women would need the same outlet and I believe that he would not have cared. He would observe that this type female behavior was normal in the animal world. He truly believed that to be the case. I concluded that he was just an ancient thinking Neanderthal with a brain located at the end of his dick. Now I realized, somewhat reluctantly, that he was much more complicated that that. I began to change my mind when I met Matt. I was an administrative assistant with Myer Construction and on many occasions we would travel to other nearby project locations. It always pisses me off to read Matt's name in this letter. I began to see the same animal instincts in this guy. He worked extremely hard and played hard. He viewed everything as a competition. I gradually became attracted to his maleness and began to realize that this is the "it" that appeals to the opposite sex. He was an alpha male. This "it" is the thing that we women have to claim for ourselves. We think we have to capture it and mold it into a domesticated possession. We see them as objects of reproduction with the qualities we would like to create in our young. How else are we to unleash those nurturing qualities that are born in us? Often, and after we have the children, the stud flees in search of new flowers to pollinate and new ground to plant seed. We could care less about those sexy, stud-like qualities that attracted us in the first place. We have young to take care of. And when we lose the stud mate, we have to make ourselves attractive all over again but this time we could care less about his breeding-stock characteristics. We are looking for a well healed mate that can provide food, shelter and security for ourselves and our children. I'm beginning to accept some of the things that she writes about as being true. Some men are lazy and willing to be domesticated, but we soon tire of them. No longer burdened by the quest for another mate, we allow ourselves to become overweight and unattractive. We, often, blame child bearing, housework and child rearing to justify our excesses. We have bought into the notion that motherhood, and monogamous marriages are sacred. The elevation of our status is primarily a concept developed by man for the purpose of controlling women...his religions, his male dominated societies. We have bought into this purity and sanctity concept. But, it has robbed us our natural instincts much more so than man. Obviously this is my opinion and I don't advocate for anyone else but myself. After I ran my husband off the desire didn't begin to rebuild itself until I had gotten through the bitterness. My hands, vibrators and dildos, all instruments of self pleasure, provided some temporary relief. I thought that would be all I needed. Work became my refuge. I could forget my troubles during the day, and release that sexual tension with some self-play just before bedtime. But, the warm male body was missing. The act of becoming one unique warm blooded male/female organism riding a thrill was lost. I just needed to recapture some of that. Those sex hormones began to emerge again. I got horny. I would look at Matt's behavior around the office. I didn't want to admit it, but he began to remind me of my husband. He was all man. It was obvious that other women were attracted to him. He took care of himself physically; strong legs and a great ass. He dressed rugged. The man was extremely confident...all business, and easy to get along with. I would fantasize that he knew how to drive that cock with those gluts. He had the goods. He was the strong, quite type who was very serious about his work. Women love these characteristics in a man and I needed some of that. Subconsciously, I knew I couldn't resist his advances if they were ever offered. I would fantasize about various ways Matt would take me as I succumbed to the night time masturbation session. I could get off extremely well if I could include Matt in my lust filled imagination. Matt wasn't impressed by the young and inexperience honeys flitting around him. Yet he confessed that he needed to relieve the sexual energy buildup quite frequently and would roll one in the sack just to get off. He even admitted that he would get so horny that he would pay a prostitute so that he could get his mind back on work the next day. He seemed to respond to the more mature conversation that we had. I was beginning to admit that if the opportunity ever arose that he would have to finish the job. Every time I read this, I get mad and at the same time I begin to get turned on and ask 'why' or 'why not?' I have to admit that I'm having some of the same feelings. For some strange reason I seem to have heard this story before. On one trip; just the two of us, I told myself if Matt wanted some of me, it would happen. I wasn't on the prowl but let's just say that I was available. It had been four months since my husband and I had separated. I was extremely vulnerable and depressed. Hell, I was a basket case. I wasn't dating anyone else. I was not anywhere near considering another relationship but I knew I needed a good screwing. That's when I came to the conclusion that I was just another animal that had gotten addicted to a healthy sex life. Why should a woman deny herself something as basic as human nature? All this church pontification about the sanctity of marriage, society's morals and the natural order of things just didn't make any sense to me anymore at this age. We were assigned adjoining rooms and on this occasion a common door was convenient for movement between rooms. I didn't hesitate. I figured if I was going to get fucked I might as well get started. So I opened the door between us. Immediately Matt saw something in my expression that indicated a need for intimacy. He took me into his arms and in an understanding way asked, "May I have you tonight?" I replied, "Matt, there have been too many nights alone; I need a man tonight and you're the man I want. There, I've said it. I hope you don't think that I'm coming on too strong. I can go back into the other room and nothing will be any different." I will never forget his response, "My lady, you are most welcome in my bed, but to make things perfectly clear, my intentions are to fuck your brains out. I need it as much as you." I laughed and replied, "Don't worry; anything I have is yours tonight just as long as you finish the job. Don't leave me hanging." I think we both realized that there was a physical need that had to be satisfied immediately. Matt pointed at the king size bed and with that devilish grin he said, "Meet me here in thirty minutes and we'll see who cums first. I laughed and anxiously responded, "Give me a little while to take a shower. Oh...bet I come before you." After taking a shower, I dressed in a little sexy teddy that snapped in the crotch and met Matt lying in the bed wearing only a pair of white boxers. He had the thing I needed. My outfit must have had some effect as his cock seemed to fill the front of his shorts quite nicely. I'm not sure the clothes were of much use. Soon they were strewn onto the adjacent bed. We kissed, fingered and tongued every erogenous zone we could find. There was a primal urgency in the exploration of our bodies. Our mission was sexual relief and mutual satisfaction; no more, no less. He chewed my nipples enough to bring that erotic pain that creates that strange hunger deep inside a woman's vagina. His tongue explored my labia, my opening, my nether lips, and yes finally, he put me out my misery by attacking the clitoris. It was a misery that had built up over the past few months and only took seconds to release. Finally some satisfaction, yet, our tryst was just beginning. We allowed ourselves a brief period to recover from the first orgasm. It was my turn. Matt lay on his back, eyes closed, with a semi-erection resting on his lower midsection. I quietly raised myself on one elbow and with an over-active imagination gazed at a most fascinating sight. I began to observe this man's penis lying in a nest of pubic hair. As I stared at this organ, I admired its unique personality. There it was leaking pre-coital fluid from a masterful shaped bluish, purple head. It wasn't one of those monster cocks we see in the pornos, it was just the right size; shaped so perfectly for woman's pleasure...tonight it would be mine. I touched it and felt a nice response. It was alive. The veins pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat. I gently took it in my hand and with some curiosity tried to look down the small opening. Strange thoughts and images formed. Through this opening a man with a full bladder could piss like a horse...with erotic thought could secrete generous amounts of lubricating fluids and with the ultimate in sexual stimulation could expel virile seminal charges of breeding sperm. I wondered how this organ could, at times, be as violent as to commit rape and at other times so shriveled and docile as to wither away into a short pee-tube. What a hypocrite...what a contradiction...a muscle with no conscience and a schizophrenic personality. Somewhere in these disoriented images I wondered, why such fascination with a man's cock? Damn this woman, how can she describe her feelings about my husband's cock? Why can't I put this down? On the other hand, maybe there is an understanding of mans need for the gifts between our legs. Men and women alike have lost their lives and wars have been fought to control this possession we each have. It would seem that we ought to learn to use it wisely. I can agree with that last sentence. But my focus was the feast spread so deliciously before me. I knew Matt was only on loan. His wife and children owned his heart and soul. One would have to accept the deal. He was the hunter; the conquering male. That was his view of human nature and it was my wish and extreme desire to become the captured prey. There could be tenderness and affection but no love or commitment for anyone but his wife and children. I knew that was all that was available. It would be easy to accept the deal, because that's all I wanted. That was good enough for me. It only took a small amount of time to get Matt ready. A few slow strokes and a tender oral massage prepared him for the wonderful invasion I so eagerly craved. His entire body came to life as he rolled over me supporting himself on his knees and one elbow. His cock nested in my pubic hair leaving a wet matted trail as it inched closer to the swollen lips of my vagina. The anticipation was unbearable. I arched my pelvic region into his groin to no avail. Matt would pull away and wait for me to settle back and then probe the opening over and over. I reached up between us and wrapped my hand around the base of his cock; trying to pull him into my pussy. The frustration became too much as I tired of his teasing game. I seized his balls and through gritted teeth said, "goddamn it, put it in, I can't wait any longer." The next sensation I felt was his cock slamming into the depths of my vagina, a sudden crash into my clitoris and an immediately hot flash spread throughout my body I was in the throes of the second orgasm of the evening. Just a mass of lurching muscle skewered on the end of this man's dick. It was an awesome feeling and an immediate overdose of passion. It happened too fast. I needed more. Matt sensed my needs as he continued a rhythm of slow sensual strokes that would continue almost endlessly. It became quite obvious that the animal had tremendous staying power. He would almost withdraw and my labia would nearly close. With raised legs against his thighs, I urged his reverse direction and the penetrating feeling started all over again. His cock filled me. Each stroke ended with that sweet crash against my clit. On and on our bodies danced. The thrusting intensified. Each invasion took us closer to my third, his first orgasm. Soft, unintelligible sounds filled our space. The smell of squishing sex organs infiltrated our nostrils. He was close. His face became a crimson red and his breathing came in short gasps. The swollen cunt lips of my vulva absorbed the delicious pounding. I knew this area would be tender tomorrow, but for now the feeling was incredible. I was getting what I needed. He was as well. His cock now swelled to that pre-orgasmic hardness a woman senses as a precursor to his explosion. "Ummmph" he grunted, "I'm coming...where do you want it?" "Right there...keep it in, keep it in," I cried. In complete harmony, our bodies, twitched, jerked, and spasmed, out of control. In several ejaculatory lurches, he filled me with his warm semen. What an incredibly intense experience. Whew...I needed that. What a wonderful release. We collapsed in each others arms and settled on a journey from total exploding ecstasy to a blissful relaxation of normalcy. We lay motionless for almost an hour. Reality set in as we stirred from our brief respite. Gone were all the carnal urges. The organs involved in this passion struggle had shriveled into a state of sleep. I wanted my own space for the rest of the evening. It turns out that's what he wanted. This became a stark reality when Matt said, "that was great. I hope you needed that as much as me. Now I need to get a good night's sleep." I understood. I had been politely dismissed back to my room to sleep alone. That's when I realized our night was over. That was part of the deal. We had willingly used the other to satisfy physical needs that had built up over absences. I understood clearly that I had to get my husband back. I now understood the need to satisfy the physical. On the other hand, it would be the meaningful events in two people's lives that would be the essential glue holding them together; not the ownership of the others sexual being. Experience and experiences achieved over time are great educators and great healers. Thank goodness, I have my husband back, and the children have us back. We also have the freedom to enjoy another sexually as the need arises. I owe part of this education to Matt...one of the alpha males. I think I know the writer of this letter. Jeni's Arrangement Ch. 03 Chapter 3: Consent and Satisfaction Jeni could hardly wait for her husband to get home. She had made reservations at a little French restaurant in the old section of town. She chose this restaurant, knowing the food to be excellent and that it would settle light. It gave her a chance to display her new sexy black spaghetti strap dress. She hoped he would notice. It showed off her ass and flat tummy quite nicely. She had worked hard on maintaining a good figure. Matt had always complimented her on taking care of her body and, for noticing, she would make the evening extra special for him. He made her day when he said, "damn that's a hot dress you're wearing. You look good enough to eat right… right here in this restaurant." On the way home we became quite playful with each other. He pulled me over and under his right arm as he drove. Thoughts of our dating years warmed my senses. The plunging V-neckline in this new dress allowed his hand to slip down into my bra. To thank him, I slowly unzipped his slacks and softly closed my hand around his cock. I whispered into his ear, "You know you're making me wet." He shifted his arm, ran his free hand up my dress and said, "Hot damn, this tiger wants some red meat tonight." To which Jeni replied, "You're so gross. Where's the romance?" Matt laughed and said, "I'm horny as hell. You want to get knocked up." That was Matt's way of telling me that I was going to get a load of cum deep in my pussy. I teased, and said, "I think I can handle that since I'm out of the egg production business." I wanted the evening to be special since I planned to discuss that other issue with him. "And if you're up for it, I wouldn't mind if you traveled down that other highway either." Matt's cock hardened further and leaked a little pre-cum. "I like it when my woman gets this hot. You are a randy little thing aren't you? Girl, I like that invitation. You gonna have a sore ass tomorrow." We both laughed. Matt pulled her in close and with one eye on the road gave her a tender kiss and said, "You are a special woman…after all these years I keep coming back. There must be some kind of attraction here that endures. I think I love you." "Are you sure you're not just trying to get in my pants," Jeni asked as she lovingly stroked his leaking cock. With his devilish raised eyebrows, Matt responded, "I never said that I didn't have ulterior motives." "How many times do you think you can come tonight," Jeni challenged? Matt wrinkled his nose, looked at Jeni strangely and asked, "I'm not sure…why?" By this time Jeni had slid down in the seat and started teasing his cock by lightly touching her tongue on all those sensitive areas around that bulging head. "Because you're gonna lose one before you get home." Matt glanced down and saw nothing but the back of his lovely wife's head. Then the next sensation he felt was a set of tender moist lips encapsulate his sensitive glans. The sensations were not unfamiliar, yet each blowjob seemed to be better than the last. With great skill she made it slow and soft. Jeni was careful to cover her teeth and use her tongue to massage that area along the underside of his cock. Her saliva mixed with copious flows of pre-cum sent Matt's pleasure to new heights. Matt tried to concentrate on the open road as he drove. He struggled to keep the car steady. Jeni's actions increased as she pushed his cock deeper and deeper. She would thrust it to the back of her throat to gain more penetration. The increased lubrication was making the deep strokes easier. A swallowing action with her throat heightened his ecstasy. Jeni reveled in the sense of power she had at these moments. Matt groaned and raised his hips in some kind of primal attempt at pushing his hyper-sensitized cock further into her mouth and down her throat. "OHHHH…GOODNESS Jeni, I'm about to come. Pull up…pull off…oops…too late." The car lurched to the right. Jeni sensed Matt's imminent explosion when she detected the increased swelling. Her hand stroked faster and steadied his movement inside her lips. She readied herself when he said, "Here it comes, honey." Every jerking spasm produced a creamy deposit in which she tried to swallow. The eruptions; she lost count, came quickly but with an extra effort she held his entire load. During those intense orgasmic spasms, Matt's head bounced and his hands intermittently clutched the steering wheel. It was difficult holding the car steady. The feelings were so pleasurably intense. It was over too soon. "Wow! That was unbelievable. Please quit dammit, I can't stand anymore." Jeni pulled up and off his wilting dick, wiped him clean and tucked him neatly back inside his pants. She cuddled up beside his face and with the end of her tongue left a dollop of cum on his cheek, then took her finger and rubbed it in and said, " here now, that will make your face smooth." She playfully leaned over and kissed him on the same cheek. After the evening was over and we had enjoyed one of those sex induced sleeps, I realized that Matt had been right about one thing. My throat was sore, my pussy was sore and my asshole was sore. Matt had done his job and done it well. Yes he was her alpha male and she knew the secret of The Letter. After some additional thought, she concluded that it was his fault that she needed sex and wanted sex on a frequent basis. Somehow, she felt they could work it out. Matt and I had established a ritual of eating breakfast out every morning. As we walked into the "Breakfast Lantern", the smell of scrambled eggs and sliced bacon sizzling on the grill made us extremely hungry…especially after the activities of the previous evening. I felt like a bowlegged cowgirl and sitting down made me realize where Matt had been the night before. We found a table in back of the diner and ordered our breakfast. The coffee seemed perfect for that moment. In a very serious way Jeni started the conversation. "Matt I have something I want to discuss with you." Matt replied, "Uh ohhh…I knew things were going too good. What's going on in that devious mind of yours?" Jeni began, "based on the conversations we've had in the past I hope you understand, but one never knows until the real situation presents itself. Matt, I want to take on another sex partner." "Whoa," said Matt. "This is a surprise. I thought I could handle something like this. Now, I'm not sure." "Matt, nothing has happened," and she paused, "yet. I love you more than anything in the world and if this request jeopardizes our marriage, then I withdraw my request and nothing will happen nor will anything be said again. It's just that I thought you had a very open opinion about people's sex lives. I'm not blaming you for anything, but I have come to think like you on many aspects of sex." Matt responded, "I guess one of my faults is to express opinion without the wisdom of experience. I would like to hear more about this interest you have in another man. Are you asking for a separation or a divorce?" "Oh, hell no! I am not interested in loving another man. That's too much baggage, I only have an interest in having sex with another man. It does help to enjoy his company and for him to have a compatible personality, but I have no interest in a divorce. In no way do I want to lose you. On the other hand, I know I have put us at risk just to approach the subject." With a very serious frown on his face Matt asked, "Is this some sort of payback or revenge you think I deserve?" "I'm not going to accuse you of anything nor are there any 'get-even' motives in this request. At the same time, knowing you like I do, I don't think you would hesitate to get yourself a piece of tail should the need arise. And I do mean need. I realize that now. I'd be disappointed in you if you didn't." Matt thought for awhile and for the first time his lips curled upward into that shit-eating grin that he was so charming in displaying. "Are you saying this to justify your own actions? If I agree to this, I think we would have to have some rules to go by, as anyone would want equal privileges." She grinned. She had her answer. "Absolutely," she said. "Can you tell me a little about this man you want to have sex with," Matt asked? "Yes, his name is Rake Strong and we met doing volunteer work with the AHA. You know how much we owe our lives to modern heart surgery; with you and Mathew Jr. having had that genetic coronary artery restriction bypassed. Rake has also had the coronary artery bypass surgery. He is divorced and is not interested in remarrying. Neither am I. His wife got their house and he bought a condo about 20 miles from here. Like us, he has a couple of kids and remarrying would complicate things too much for him." Is he is available? Is this a situation that I would risk losing you as you and he became closer," Matt asked? "I can't imagine that happening. You and I have two wonderful children together. We've gone through good times and difficult times and prevailed. That can never change. We share our hearts and souls. But I have concluded that my sexual desires are mine. It's very difficult to ignore them for three week periods of time. I believe I've heard you say something similar to that." "Damn Jeni, I guess I agree. I think I hear myself in some of your statements. It is a surprise coming from you though. It's hard to imagine another man going where I have only gone," he paused and after brief moment smiled and continued, "since we have been married. The double standard stereotype still exists and that is one of the things I have thought was wrong." "Well, he hasn't been there yet. That's why I'm talking with you about it. I have you to either to thank or blame for making me the sexual person that I have become. It's just since the kids left the nest that these thoughts, ideas and desires have fully manifested. When the kids were home all of my spare time was spent caring for them." Matt responded, "Nobody can take that away. You have been a wonderful mother." "Sexually, I can make it over your two week absences but when the absence is three weeks it's almost unbearable. And since I've gone through menopause and no pregnancy to worry about there seems to be a constant urge to hook-up. Although not as intense as the ovulation hormones, it seems that the pressure builds every day you are away. And with the career and success you've had with Myer construction, I can't ask you to change jobs just to come home and keep me sexually satisfied. I'm forever grateful to have you. I can promise you that I never want to lose you. I thought this may be a solution you might understand based on some of the things I've heard you say before. I was hoping that we could come up with some kind of arrangement." After Matt had recovered from the original shock of Jeni's revelation and started to think somewhat rationally, he nodded his head in silent agreement. But he had to test Jeni as well as himself. "Putting it bluntly, you mean I have to share a pussy with another man. That's tough on a man's ego." "Yes, that's the way it would work. I wasn't a virgin when we first knew one another and up until now it has not been a problem. You have said many times that our basic instincts, thoughts, ideas, desires, and needs, cannot be owned by another person. I understand that very clearly and have come to agree with you." Matt thought for awhile and said. "If we do this, I think we need a set of rules to go by. If not we need to clearly understand each other and be completely open and honest." "In other words this becomes our rules of arrangement. OK!" Laughing Matt responded, "Precisely my dear," Rule 1: Be as discreet as possible. Matt commented, "I will not stand being made a fool. You can call it 'male ego' if you want. Let's not lose our respect and self esteem. A casual cup of coffee or luncheon would be acceptable. Let's avoid frequenting the evening restaurants and nightclubs." Much more at ease with the discussion, Jeni replied, "I can easily agree to that. I think that would go for both of us. Let me propose the next rule: Rule 2: Let's keep our bedroom sacred. Any sex in our home will be done in the guest bedroom." "I agree with that one," said Matt, "my turn next." Rule 3: Any time we have together has priority over a meeting with the other's partner. Jeni said, "This may take some planning but I think it can be worked out. I agree I don't think we can allow pleasure to be more important than the quality time we spend with each other. The same is true if I'm visiting you." "Oh Absolutely, I agree," Matt said. Rule 4: The loan or uses of our personal properties are off limits unless by special permission from the other. Jeni nodded affirmatively, "That's a good one," Rule 5: Money spent on these activities will be from spending money only. None of our investments, retirement, IRA's, health care, or debt funds will be used for these activities. Anything major such as a pleasure trip or expensive gifts will be subject to the other's approval. "Another good one," Matt said. "Do you think we can keep these meetings to no more than one a week?" "I think so," was Jeni's response. "This will probably be more difficult for you than me." Matt just smiled. Rule 6: Limit the outside meetings to no more than one a week. Matt laughed and teased, "So you are calling 'fucking your boyfriend' an 'outside meeting.'" "Yes dammit Matt, don't make me feel guilty about this. How do you feel about us discussing an event with the other?" Matt responded, "I don't know. I think we will have to see how we feel after it happens a time or two. I've already learned that until we actually do something like this, that real emotions can't be described. If we need to change a rule we can adjust. I think for safety's sake, it's a good idea to know what the other person is doing. We can refer to it as a meeting with…the other person." They both laughed. Rule 7: Keep the other mate informed about the outside meetings. Jeni then asked, "How do you feel about meeting or being introduced to the other person?" Matt with a look of uncertainty said, "I don't know. I need to think about that for a while. Let me see how I feel after it happens a few times." "I agree. We don't need a rule for this issue yet." Matt then asked, "What about health issues? I know you and I have had the HIV vaccine but has your friend?" "Yes, I made sure of that before I considered this. As far as birth control is concerned, I'm old enough not to worry about pregnancy but you need to be careful if any of your honey's are in the baby making business. That would be an instant threat to our arrangement." Therefore: Rule 8: No pregnancies. "You don't have to worry, I'm in complete agreement on that one," Matt said. It turned out to be a great weekend for Matt and Jeni. They opened up to each other, revealing secrets they had kept over the years. Their sex was great. Jeni took great pleasure in preparing a Sunday diner that was a very special for both of them. After dropping him off at the airport she drove around and parked in the Flight Observation area. A tear welled in her eye as she watched his plane takeoff then disappear into the clouds. She truly hated to see him leave, but on this occasion she had something to look forward too. And she had the alpha male's blessings. ************************************************************************ After negotiating this new freedom with Matt and out of respect for him, she waited a few days. Finally, she could not put it off any longer. That unexplainable itch came back. Her desire had to be satisfied. As each day went by she replayed the memories of their intimate evening three weeks ago. She was becoming a basket of nerves and it was becoming difficult to sleep. She had to consummate the deal. She made the call and after a couple of rings he answered. She paused briefly, gathered her nerves and said, "Don't you have some unfinished business to take care off." Recognizing the voice, Rake said, "I think maybe I do." "Take the rear driveway into the backyard and drive up to basement door. It will open automatically, drive in, and when you get out of your car use the pull chain to close it. I'll be waiting at the top of the stairs. Give me a couple of hours. Be here at 7 o'clock." Rake was somewhat surprised to receive the call. Her instructions were short and to the point. There was no doubt as to the purpose of the invitation. He could hardly contain his excitement as he took the Cialis and made ready for what he hoped to be a wonderful evening. She prepared herself for their first arranged meeting. Nervousness set in as she soaked in a tub of mild warm water scented with a faint smell of jasmine. She washed and towel dried her silky hair. Her husband often thought she looked sexy when she left her hair free flowing that way. She concluded that this would be a nice effect for the first time with Rake. Meanwhile in his condo across town Rake showered, shaved and dressed in less that an hour. He began to notice the stuffy nose, and the flushed face that comes with Cialis. He dreaded the headache and indigestion that would come later, even so, he smiled and thought of the many stupid things a man would do just to get a piece of ass. But Jeni was no ordinary piece of ass. She was intelligent, well respected in the community, a giver, great personality and generally well liked by her friends. She was as beautiful on the inside as she was outside. And most of all she would be discrete. She had chosen a white Victoria Secret casual mid thigh length hooded sweatshirt for the evening's wear. It zipped up to the base of her cleavage and was cut to show her narrow waist and the gentle flare of her hips. Even at her age she was very attractive and still had a good figure. The length of the sweater was just long enough to keep Rake guessing as to whether she had panties on. It had an ingenious removable crotch paned snapped into the front of the shirt that could be removed at precisely the right time. She knew this would be perfect. And the cute Rainbows were a nice touch for the bare feet. Rake drove into the basement and climbed the steps as instructed. When he got to the top, Jeni opened the door to welcome him in. The soft music of Otis Redding's "Dock of the Bay" played in the background. "Nice music," he said. I love that Bose sound system." Jeni welcome Rake into her home and greeted him with a tender kiss that lingered long enough to let him know this was to be more than a neighborly visit. She took the bottle of wine and said, "I'll put this on ice. I've already got a couple of glasses poured." As she slowly walked in front of Rake, he commented, "Sure is a nice sexy white sweatshirt you have on there." "Why thank you, I bought it just for our little meeting tonight. I'm calling it my virgin jacket." "What do mean, 'virgin jacket,'" Rake asked? "Well I got it for our first time. I think that qualifies it as part of a virgin night." Rake laughed quietly and backed Jeni against the kitchen counter, then casually lifted the front edge of her shirt in anticipation of nothing being on underneath. To his surprise his hand met that damn crotch cover. Exhibiting some amusement Rake, exclaimed, "Damn, I didn't think you would have anything covering that sweet pussy of yours." He left his hand in place continuing the caress. "It still feels nice." "Mmmmm! Sure does." She then brought the palm of her hand across the front of his slacks and playfully commented, "Looks like he's responding. I hope he enjoys the evening." Rake said, "He's hoping he gets some pussy tonight. Think he will?" Jeni's Arrangement Ch. 03 "Mmmmm…maybe," Jeni teased. She took Rake's hand and said, "Come let me show you the bedroom, I've fixed it up for us. My husband and I agreed that our little rendezvous would be ok in the guest bedroom. Jeni presented Rake a bedroom that had been dressed for the evening's activities. A small candle was lit on each lamp-table. The flickering light created just the right mood. Beige satin sheets covered the queen size bed and convenient cleanup towels were placed on a nearby table within easy reach of the lovers. On display and available for their easy use were a few of Jeni's toys. The toy selections gave Rake an idea of the activities that Jeni might like. He was amused at the sight of her favorite pink pocket rocket. K-Y was available, if needed. He pointed at the 50 mg Viagra tablet and said, "I don't think I'll need that. I'm already loaded up on Cialis." "Good, then I'll put it back in the pillbox…one never knows when we may need one…don't need any failures tonight," Jeni laughed. "And what are those condoms doing here. I know we won't be using them." Jeni smiled and said, "I want you to know that I have them just in case. I never did like them either. Skin on skin is much better." She put them back into the drawer. "Who knows we may have some young guests someday that might need them." Rake turned Jeni around, pulled her into his arms and said, "I don't think I can wait any longer." He lowered his lips and met hers. The effect was immediate. She started pulling the Polo shirt from the waistband of his pants as he guided her against the edge of the bed. He ripped the shirt over his head, lifted her in his arms and rolled onto the mattress. As Rake took over, Jeni lay back and enjoyed the submission. She loved this feeling beneath the underside of a virile man. His hands began to map the many contours her body offered. He wanted more. She wanted more. He reached for the zipper on the sweatshirt and lowered it slowly making sure that his hand moved across her midsection and down through the intersection of her legs. She helped him remove the center piece. He lay open the shirt and admired the feast that he was about to consume. Jeni whispered, "Let's get those pants off." Their hands collided as both fumbled with the belt. The pants were discarded somewhere by the bed. Rake rolled into Jeni as they gathered each other in a full frontal embrace. Jeni's breasts were treated to the feel of light chest hair. Instinctively she arched her mons into the fully erect penis wedged between them. She held on tight, soaking up the sensory titillation. The tip of his penis left a distinctive wet spot on her tummy. She loved it. Rake laid one leg between her thighs and kept the pressure on her groin. He slowly pulled her knee over his hips and stroked her butt. His hand cupped the cheek of her ass, pulling against her even more. Jeni ached for some kind of fulfillment. That spot was still empty. Was it the physical coupling of flesh or the tender feeling of compassion she needed? She quickly concluded…both. Physically, she loved the feel of this man in her arms. Rake proceeded to fuel the fire. His large hand went up her back and down again and again. Soft sounds of lovemaking escaped their bodies. As much as she tried to avoid comparison, Jeni couldn't help herself. She took note of the physical differences between Rake and her husband. Her hand sensed the silky feel of his chest hair. Matt had none. Rake's legs were more muscular…Matt was taller. Their cocks seemed to be about the same size. Rake's fingers were thicker…Matt's were longer. She quickly concluded that there was not a preference for either's physical differences. But, it was those differences that intensified the passions at that particular moment. Rake's hand cupped her breast and placed the nipple at the end of his tongue then surrounded the firm protrusion with his lips. His hand squeezed. Jeni caressed and held the back of his head to her breast as a mother would feed a suckling child. His attentions fired a hunger deep within her loins. She could hardly wait. His teeth began to nibble. The biting increased until she winched with each small dose of pain. Jeni's mating parts were rapidly being made ready for union. Conversely, Rake didn't seem to be in any hurry. The wanting and anticipation seized her. Subconsciously she had succumbed completely. He was free to do as he wished. All resistance had left. She wished that he would hurry. Rake's sensitive rod welcomed the touch of Jeni's fingers. Her fingertips lightly spread the lubricious secretions over and around the mushroom shaped intruder. The lightly administered strokes traced, tantalized and teased the ridge around the edge of the helmet. She administered a squeeze to test its quality. Quite satisfied that this man's erection could do the job, she hoped not to wait for long. But Rake continued his work slowly. He rolled over her and began to mark a path over her stomach in route to her pleasure center. He moved down her body to a position in which she placed the back of her legs on his shoulders. His freshly shaven face enjoyed the soft sensation of her inner thighs. As he paused to soak in this first-time intimate feeling, she opened her legs further to invite him into that rare place. Jeni wanted more. She was cooked and ready for the man-carving. She could identify with the turkey…ready to be eaten…consumed. Whimpering, she begged, "Please put it in, I don't know if I can wait much longer." Rake began preparing the reception. He kissed the outer labia, and then used the tip of his tongue to gage the amount of arousal. He could feel the puffiness in the area. The additional excitement spread her lips further. She opened like a flower. The inner lips became exposed and inviting. The hooded clitoral shaft lay enlarged above the opening, waiting for additional excitation. Natural oils moistened the entrance. Jeni had to look. She raised herself on elbows and peaked in the direction of her vulva. It was a beautiful sight and his ministrations were feeling damn good. By now his tongue enthusiastically lapped against her entire genital region. He used it in a simulated copulating way to spear her opening. It just made her hungry for a deeper penetration. Her whispering cries of passion added to the sounds of the soft background music as she tried to coax Rake into a 69 position. Rake paused briefly from the oral servicing and refused. "I want you to concentrate on your pleasure. Right now, that turns me on more than anything. Don't worry; I'll be ready when it's time for the main event." Rake lifted briefly only to feel Jeni grasp his hair and jerk him back in place. "Don't you dare…don't leave me now," "Yes mam, as you wish." You know I can't stand much more of this. Ohhhhhhh…Myyyyyy, I'm almost there…Yes…yes…yes…right there…harder." It was too late; her body moved past the point of no return. "Oh please…I can't help it…I can't wait…I'm coming. She tried to pull away from the oral assault. Sensitive nerves flashed and rolling muscle spasms started in her groin and heaved her overcharged body into Rake's face. The intensity of the exploding clitoral sensations became too much to bear as she lurched and flailed uncontrollably. "Please stop…stop…stop…I can't stand any more…please." She pushed his face away and held her hand over her pussy to prevent further attack." Rake gathered Jeni in his arms and held on tight as her body spent itself into wonderful withering fits of ecstasy. Tears of spent emotion flowed from her eyes. He thought to himself; short of his own orgasm, this has to be the most wonderful feeling a man can be given…a woman totally and completely satisfied from uncontrolled passion all because of the services he had administered. The spasms slowly dissipated, and finally, she lay still; drained. He rolled over, lay on his back, embraced her and waited for her recovery. Jeni lay quietly on Rake's chest in a semi sleep. Instinctively she placed her hand around his firm cock. "Don't worry; I'm going to take care of you. I really needed that." "No need to hurry," was Rake's comforting reply. As Jeni momentarily eased down from the intense physical feelings, her thoughts began to analyze. Was it as good as she expected? To this point, she concluded that the first-time was awesome. Was it love, lust or affection? By her definition she felt that it was a lot of lust and affection…not in a bad way. Did any of this challenge her love for her husband…absolutely not? She began to stroke slowly. Her affectionate caress brought Rake's proud member to a full state of erection. She felt at peace with the present situation. She rationalized: her husband was in a completely different category. This moment was for fun; for physical satisfaction; to relieve stress. There was more to do before the evening was over. She positioned herself on Rake's nude supine body and enjoyed the naked sensations generated from the touch of several sensitive areas: her breast on his fine harried chest; her bellybutton on his slightly paunch stomach; clean sensitive inner thighs draping outside manly hips, her face nestling in the nap of his neck, and lastly; swollen, pouting, vaginal lips nudging a primed and ready phallus. Like a bitch in season, she opened her legs and backed up seeking the consummate insertion. Before she went any further, thoughts of her husband entered her mind. This was it. She paused, then, finally asked herself 'what would Matt do in a similar position?' The answer was clear as she positioned her opening onto the tip of Rake's cock. She waited. Rake tried to lie still. His member had risen and was ready to seal the deal. With a slight inward flexing of his midsection he eased, for the first time, into the inner recesses of Jeni's receptive vagina. There was no resistance, only hunger for the inevitable coupling. Both of their bodies had been well prepared for that special moment. He slowly drove his rod to her depths savoring every inch of penetration. She arched to meet the invasion until both were locked, as one, in a lustful surrender of flesh. The carnal sensations of intercourse began slowly and gradually increased in intensity as she moved with the manly stroking. She loved the varying angles of attack. She was giving; she was receiving. She likened herself to a fine tuned instrument being masterfully played by a skilled musician. Their bodies danced in perfect rhythm, rolling over and slowly moving toward the inevitable finale. Her husband had trained her well over twenty five years of fucking. And now with another male and without a guilty conscience, her internals welcomed the repeating thrusts with gentle clutches, and soft squeezing. Her arms embraced and her legs cradled the servicing. Words can not describe the incredible pleasure being delivered by his hardened flesh. It was sex in its most delicious form. The wet slapping sounds of male and female genitalia thrashing in ecstasy could be heard only by the surrounding spirits of pleasure. Neither wanted it to end. Their bodies raced on. Their lovemaking brought them closer and closer to that final flash. Riding the lightning, she climbed higher and higher. She felt the swell and pulse of his plundering cock. Then as sudden as a clap of thunder, she came. Her body erupted in a series of clutches, quivers and spastic lurches. Through it all, she cried, "Rake, hold me, hold me…." From deep within his prostate Rake joined her in orgasm. He plunged into the depths of her body and expelled several charges of semen and sperm that had been stored for days. Jeni's quaking vagina drank the offerings of Rake's erupting phallic fountain. They had given all. They had nothing left. It was a thrilling moment to settle and let their organs quietly flutter into a state of spent passion. Jeni was done for the evening. Her fire had been extinguished. The thirst was gone and sweet fatigue called for restful sleep. Rake had performed his mission well. Yes, she had used him and he had used her…no regrets. Maybe she would need him in a few weeks, but for tonight it was over. She recalled the message from The Letter. Then she politely dismissed Rake for the evening. "I'll call you in a couple of weeks," she said. Our night was over. That was part of the deal. He understood.