6 comments/ 91398 views/ 3 favorites John's Stay By: bubkent Nick's younger brother, John, had been staying over his place with him and his fiancée, Amanda, during the summer. Their parents decided John needed some independence and move out of the house to learn some responsibilities. John was not too happy about it. Even though Nick's house was quite big and had an underground swimming pool, Nick refuses to spoil him. John has been trying to search for a job to support himself and save enough for books when the semester begins. While John hates this ordeal, Amanda is starting to feel uncomfortable about it too. It is not that Amanda pities John's situation. It has almost been two weeks already since John moved in, and she just simply does not enjoy John's company anymore. At the very beginning, Amanda never had a problem with John. He always acted respectful toward her and never had any conflicts with him. Lately though, she has been noticing how he really feels about her. There was one particular day when she had the day off from work. Amanda always tries her best to stay in shape, so she decided to go for a jog in the nice weather. When she left the house, no one was home, so she assumed it still was when there was no noise after returning home. Instead of going into the shower, she decided to strip completely naked before jumping into the pool. After sweating so much in the heat, the cool water felt so nice against Amanda's naked body. She swam a little and lazily floated around, without a care in the world. Afterward, she got out of the pool, held onto her clothes while strolling toward her bedroom, still completely naked. When she was about to enter the bedroom, she started to hear some noise coming from there. Amanda's first guess was that Nick got home early from work that day. She decided to surprise him. As she carefully and slowly walked through the door, she saw Nick's back facing her while looking through some CD's. Even when she was only a step away from him, he still did not notice anyone behind. Once Amanda got close enough, she began kissing his neck while her hands undid his pants and grabbed his cock with her right hand. Amanda sexily whispered, "Glad you're home early honey." Her right hand stroked his hard cock while tickling his balls with her left. As she noticed his body starting to stiffen, she quickly threw him on the bed. When she was about to get on top of him and finally saw his face turn toward her, Amanda suddenly paused and was shocked. She now realized this was not Nick all along. It was John instead. After allowing John a good minute, or two, view of her naked body, Amanda picked up a long pillow, desperately trying to cover her breasts and pussy. "Why didn't you say anything?!" Amanda yell while still trying to cover herself John answered, "You're so good at what you were doing that I became speechless." Amanda felt even more humiliated and became angry. "Get the hell out of my room, you little pervert!" John slowly walked out of her bedroom. After that incident, she rarely skinny dipped anymore and always made sure to lock her doors when getting naked. Amanda did her very best to keep that incident a secret from Nick and certainly succeeded. As normal as she tried to act, she always felt John would be staring at her inappropriately, especially since it was the summer time. Since the weather had been extremely hot, she always ended up wearing tank tops and either short shorts or skirts. Amanda maintained a very nice figure with a pair of C cups, a flat stomach, and a tight ass. The tank tops she wears around the house might have always been a size too small, which makes her involuntarily show off the size of her breasts. She always had a feeling John would be staring at her breasts whenever she is not looking or gawk at her ass while her back is toward him. Needless to say, Amanda tries to stay cautious when being alone with John. On a fateful day, John has been living with Nick and Amanda for almost two months already and still jobless. Of course, Nick scolded day after day for a few weeks already. However, John is in relief to know that Nick had gone a business trip New York and would not be back for a week. Amanda felt uncomfortable being left alone with John for an entire week. A few days had passed by though, and John never attempted anything on Amanda. She still did not feel secure and continued to lock her doors. Two days before Nick was to return home, Amanda had another day off from work. Unlike the other day off, she did not go for a jog because it was too hot out. Instead, she went for a swim. There were a few times when Amanda would catch John take glances through the living room's window. When she was done, she made sure to dry herself and wrap the towel tightly around her body before walking in. As she walked through the living room, she noticed John's attention was not on her but on the television. He was watching the old tapings of his wrestling matches during senior year. "So how did you do during your senior year?" Amanda asked curiously "Guess you didn't her... I actually got into state this year," John responded, yet still concentrated on the taping. "I didn't win though." "That's rough. It happens to the best of us though." "Didn't you win state during your senior year?" John asked rhetorically "Too bad you don't know how to wrestle anymore." "You kidding me? I still remember it," Amanda claimed. "Well, maybe so, but it will certainly be an easy win. It would just be too much of a disadvantage for you." "Says the loser in states?" "Is that a challenge?" John growled, "I can show you I'm better than a girl in wrestling." Amanda's fear and insecurity toward John quickly became anger and the urge to kick the crap out of him. She quickly turned around with the intentions to changed into a more comfortable outfit in her room, but John yell "Running away already little girl?" "For your information, I was just going back into my room to change into something more suited for wrestling." Amanda argued, "And then I'll come back to whoop your ass." "There's no need for that. I wouldn't even need five minutes to finish you." Amanda could not handle his trash talk any longer. She decided to turn around toward John, threw off her towel, and bent down into a wrestling stance. John quickly bent down too and seemed ready to attack. Amanda made a move first with a knock down, but John stopped her by dropping his body on top of her. Facing down and having her back toward John, she was trying to squirm out of her position. Before Amanda was capable of freeing herself, John flipped her over. By using his strong left arm, he pinned her arms and shoulder for the win. "Told you it would be an easy win," John gloated while still had Amanda pinned. "Alright, you won. Now let me go!" "Not before I collect my prize." John ripped off Amanda's bikini top with ease and slid his under her bottom. Fear had returned to Amanda's mind as John's tongue met her nipples and fingers entered her pussy. Tears dripped out as juice slowly flooded out of her pussy and soaked John's fingers. She struggled and made every attempt to escape, but John grabbed the towel and tied her wrists together. John stripped naked as Amanda lied on the floor of her own house, with nothing but a bikini bottom on, and made her kneel. She knew what he wanted but was not going to give in. She tried to keep her mouth shut tightly as he attempted to force his cock in. Eventually, John pinched one of her hard nipples. As she slightly yelped, John's cock finally entered her mouth. Amanda looked up and was wondering how this all happened while a cock was pumping in and out of her mouth for the first time. John began to move faster and tightened up. To Amanda's relief, John got out of her mouth. Her feeling of relief did not last long as he quickly bent her over, ripped off her bikini bottom, and spread her ass cheeks. Amanda knew what he wanted and pleaded, "Please John! Don't do this! I always treated you so well..." "How does that have to do with anything?" "Please John... No one had ever taken me there before..." John suddenly let her go but not for too long. He flipped her over again. This time, he grabbed Amanda's legs and spread them wide apart. She knew what was coming. Before she was able to say anything, John had already entered his cock into her pussy. As he fucked her, he claimed excited, "Oh... Amanda, you're so tight! I love it! You might actually make me cum early..." John's movements became harder and faster. Amanda felt humiliated. Not because she was being fucking unwillingly, but she was actually starting to enjoy getting fucked like this. John knew as he noticed her hips began moving in unison with his. She noticed John's body was starting to stiffen up, so she knew he was about to cum. Fear came around again and she demanded, "John, Nick can't... find... out.. about this... Please use a condom..." John ignored Amanda's request and finished off immediately. Amanda remained on the floor as John took a shower. Confused about what she felt, Amanda thought of sneaking into the shower, but she stayed on the floor as John's cum still flowed out of her pussy. John's Story This is an original and true story written by me. My master has asked me to post it for all to read. Enjoy! The names have been changed to protect the Master... At night before going to bed I checked my email. I always do this for some reason. Wouldn't be able to fall asleep if I didn't. I waited for AOL to connect and heard the familiar "you've got mail". I didn't open the mailbox right away because I was thinking to myself it has to be him. Why is he emailing me out of the blue? I don't even know why I check the mail for this screen name, maybe in hopes that he will write to me. He is the only one who has the name. Maybe it's just junk spammers? If I open it and it's not him I will be disappointed, but I have to open it because it could be him. Well after debating it with myself out loud for a few seconds feeling like a complete idiot for talking to myself out loud I opened the mail center. It was him! He emailed me. I opened the email right away. It only said "Bring your stuff to work tomorrow." Well I signed off quickly and packed a small bag for work the next day. The next day at work I was wondering to myself if he was going to call or email me or what. I checked my email like 50 times throughout the day. He wasn't online at all. Then the receptionist calls my office and says there is a man named John on the phone. He won't tell us what company he is from or what the call is in reference to. He said you would definitely want to talk to him. He insists that we put him through. Great I thought just what I need the receptionists trying to figure out who he is. I said, "Put him through". I pick up the phone and say, "hello can I help you?" "Why yes you can. At 6 o'clock be downstairs on Fifth Avenue. I will be there. Just get in the car and don't ask me any questions. Did you do what I asked of you?" I told him "yes". Then he hung up. It was 5:30 now. I started to get ready to leave and get my things in order. The owner called to me as I was making my way out of the office. I was looking around at my watch. He said, "you in a rush for something?" I told him I had called a car and it was waiting for me. I had to go. After about five minutes of telling me something that could of waited till tomorrow he let me go. "Great I thought I am late and john is going to kill me. I finally got downstairs and it was 6:10. He was still there and he didn't look happy. I hopped in the car and didn't say a word. He looked at me and said, "Take up your shirt" I did what he had asked and he took out a pair of scissors and cut my bra off. "Undo your pants and take them down a little," then he proceeded to cut off my panties. He then put two little clamps on my nipples and told me to put the seat back. Then he blindfolded me and put a gag on my mouth. Then he drove on. After about a half hour we stopped. He told me he would be right back. After about five minutes I was being lifted from the car. I heard a door open and we inside somewhere. He carried me up stairs and laid me down on some sort of table. It felt like a doctors office table. He put cuffs on my wrists and tied them to something at one end of the table. So my arms were reaching above my head. Then he flipped me over onto my stomach and put some pillows beneath me. Then he strapped down my legs. At this point I was nervous. I knew he wasn't happy in the car because I was late. I expected the clamps and the blindfold, but the gag had been new. He likes to hear me talk, usually. Now this was just way beyond weird. He has barely said two words to me and he has me somewhere that I don't know about and he has never tied me down to a table like this without asking if things were too tight or if I was ok with it. Now I have no say. I can feel him cutting off my shirt and my pants. He had flung my shoes across the room somewhere because I heard them hit the floor. He was breathing really heavy. Then he left. I must have been in this position for about half an hour. I was crying and I was nervous. I can't believe that 10 minutes made him so mad. He knew what it was like for me to get out of work at night. I am lucky I got out that early. I must have dozed off because I didn't hear the door reopen. I awoke to the stinging of a whip on my ass. I tried to cry out but with the gag on he wouldn't hear me. He hits me nine more times and then stopped. He came up to my ear and whispered" one for each minute you were late. Never again. When I say 6 I mean 6". Then he left. 15 minutes or so later he returned. He started to rub some oil or something on my ass while pushing his fingers in and out of my asshole and my vagina. Then he started to rub my back and my shoulders. I could hear him rummaging around in a drawer or a box. Then I heard a vibrator turn on. He was rubbing it up and down my back and shoulders. It felt so good after being tied here for so long. It was a small vibrator if I am right it was my set of silver bullet vibrators. He was rubbing it on my ass and dripping more oil on me. Then he shoved the one in my ass. I had been very turned on even though I was so nervous and scared. When he pushed that in I thought I was going to cum right then and there. Thank god I didn't. I wouldn't have been able to tell him I was Cumming with the gag on and he always told me to make sure I tell him right before it's going to happen. Well he started to untie me. Then he flipped me over on to my back and helped me off the table I was on. He led me to another table where he bent me face first over the table and then strapped my legs to something. I guess he strapped them to the legs of the table because it wasn't a very wide table. If I reached my arms out I could feel the ends of the table. Then he was in front of me tying my wrists to something. He left for a few minutes and then came back. I could feel my wetness dripping down my legs. Then I felt an ice cube on my back. It was sooo cold. I started to shiver. I tried to squirm but it wasn't easy considering the position I was tied in. he pulled the vibrator out of my ass and turned it off. Next he started to strap something around me thighs. As he did this I could feel a large dildo being pushed into my cunt. "Where the hell did this toy come from I thought?" well he tightened the straps and it stayed in place. He put one of his looser clamps on my clit and then left again. When he returned he was fiddling with something. I could hear him moving things around. Then the dildo inside of me started to vibrate. Between this and the clamp on my clit I was never going to make it. I knew I was going to cum shortly. He came up behind me. I could feel his hardness touching me. He reached over and untied my gag. "Hear drink from the straw" I felt a straw come near my mouth and started to drink from it greedily. My mouth was so dry. "Are you sorry he asked?" "Yes sir I am sorry" "Will it happen again?" "No sir I will not let it happen again." "Good now did you miss me baby doll?" "Yes sir" "A lot?" "Of course sir" "Well, well I don't think I have punished you enough just yet. But you will surely feel as though you have been when I am done. Is that vibrator bring you close to the edge?" "Yes sir it is" "Good then I will bring you over it. I know you will cry out but I also know you have wanted this and I think it is time we get you use to it. Do you love me?" "Yes sir with all my heart" "Good you have my permission to cum and you do not have to let me know before you do. You do however have to cry out when it happens. I love to hear you scream when you come." "Yes sir" With that all said and done. He walked away. What is it that he is going to do? I couldn't figure out what he meant by "I know you have wanted this and it's time to get you use to It." then all of a sudden he was up behind me again. Pushing his cock into my asshole. "ohh,ohh" I screamed out. Why? Why now is he trying this? He knows I am not use to this and it hurts every time he tries. He pushes it all the way in anyway. I am trying to squirm. It hurts but it feels so good at the same time. Plus with the vibrator in my cunt I don't know if I am feeling pleasure or pain. He has it all the way in me. He starts to slowly pull it out and push it back in. I can feel him dripping oil on it when he pulls it back out. He is grasping my hips and pushing in and out slowly. He starts to get faster and then I lose it. I start Cumming and Cumming. Moaning out and screaming. It hurts but feels so good. I want him to go faster. And harder. Either he senses this or maybe I said it out loud, I do not remember. But he starts to go faster. He's pounding me harder now. Then I hear his breathing getting short and I am still moaning. I can feel his cock swell inside of me and my muscles tighten around it. Then he explodes inside of me. He has his hands on my shoulders now and he is moaning loudly. Grasping my shoulders hard. He's still Cumming inside of me. I feel as though I am going to pass out. He pulls out of me and turns the vibrator off. Untying me he tells me to start taking off my clamps and my blindfold. "Don't worry the light won't hurt your eyes. I have them off" I take of the blindfold slowly and he was right it didn't really hurt my eyes but it took me a few seconds to adjust. He had candles lit everywhere, I still did not know where we were. Taking me by the hands he leads me down a short hallway into a bathroom. He picks me up and lowers me into the tub. For the next hour or so he just washes me slowly telling me how much he missed me and how he didn't want to punish me too harshly but felt that since it has been so long he thinks I should have made and extra effort to be waiting for him at 6. I murmur an apology because I feel so drowsy I can barely talk. He picks me up out of the bath and brings me to the bedroom down the hall. Once there he towels me dry and puts me under the covers. After drying himself off he climbs under the covers next to me. Getting on top of me he says, "I am sorry I was away so long. I will never leave you like that again. I had some things to straighten out and now they are done. I am sorry I hurt you. I want you to know I will always be here for you and I love you." then we proceeded to make love until exhausted we both fell asleep. John's Story There's a chance the story John will tell you will inspire some of the other people involved to write about their version of what happened. Stay tuned. John's Story I never knew what hit me. I mean, I've had encounters of the sexual kind before, but this was, well. . . I had better back up a bit. I'm John Thonth, a 42 year old math teacher at a pretty well known college. That's being modest: I'm chair of the math department and I'm really good at teaching and research, but this story will show you I'm lousy at personal relationships. Some women have called me a professional bachelor, others have called me worse than that. I may not be married, but I like going through the motions. The more experienced men reading this story will appreciate that some ladies are much better at those particular motions than others. This story is about one of those ladies... I dated Jayne M six or seven years ago. Jayne is a professor in the biology department here, and she was probably one of the most attractive women I ever knew. She was a sophisticated classy lady, one any man would be proud to have on his arm. You wouldn't think it when you looked at her, but there was a big bonus -- she was as exciting and adventurous as you could imagine in the bedroom. She claimed I was only her fourth (or was it fifth?) lover, and that included her ex husband. One of them had to have been an inspiring teacher of sexual techniques, and Jayne was a good student I thought about Jayne often. Sometimes those memories kept me warm at night when I was in bed by myself. Hell, sometimes I thought about her when whoever I was having sex with isn't very exciting. What happened between her and me, why weren't we still together, you might ask. Well, that's easy. The only thing we had in common was sex. She liked chamber music, I wanted country. She liked old classic movies, I watched the newest films. Long dresses and fine restaurants worked for her, blue jeans and local bars were better for me. We figured out we didn't have a future together and agreed we'd just be dates and sex partners of convenience. It wasn't much later when we stopped seeing each other – no hard feelings – and a year after that she married a guy who I guess was a much better match for her than I was. I wished her well, and meant it. Still, when I'd see her on campus I'd remember the hot times we had and wished it was possible to go back to them, at least for a while. It's not that I saw her on campus much. I didn't go there often during the summer. Hell, if you know anything about faculty workloads, you'll know I didn't go on campus much period -- tenure is a wonderful thing. My grad students did know I was on call for them, and everyone knew I spent Tuesday afternoons in my on campus office unless that interfered with a tee time or some other afternoon delight. On the Tuesday before the 4th of July this year I meandered over to campus and began going through the stack of papers in my in box when I saw Jayne walking by. She waved and I asked her to join me for a cup of coffee. It turns out, she said, she was looking for the chairman of the physics department. He had a small "this is my office for thinking, everyone keep out" place in the math building. Jayne said she was working on a joint biology/physics grant. He wasn't around, so we chatted about old times and flirted a little bit. Things were fine in her life, she said, although she did say her husband was away a lot. Hmm. "Is he away now?" It turned out he was. "Well, is there any reason we shouldn't have a dinner together, or at least a drink to celebrate old times?" She thought about that for a minute or two, then agreed a salad and some wine the next night would be a nice way to spend the evening. "My place or yours?" I asked with a big smile to prove I wasn't serious. We agreed a TGI Fridays a dozen miles away would be a good place to meet. It wasn't popular with people either of us knew, and Friday's salad selections would work for both of us. It was an informal enough place so that our meeting couldn't be classified as a 'date'. We both knew it would be different if we had gone to one of the better restaurants right in town. People might have noticed and tongues would have wagged. I looked forward to that quasi date: Jayne was fun to be with and we had some catching up to do. We met around 9 the next night. It was an odd evening, there was a tension in the air, probably because she was a married woman now. That didn't make a lot of sense though, she knew I never dated, much less bedded, married women (why get shot by a husband when there was so much legal opportunity around?) Besides, this wasn't a real date after all, it was just two people who were alone enjoying each other's company. I did some pro-forma flirting: that's almost a reflex for me. She gave as well as she took, making it even more fun. Like I said, she was really great in bed, and playing flirting games would give me something to think about when I went home and wrapped my fist around my cock. She asked about how I was doing and I was honest enough with her. Yes, I was seeing someone she didn't know pretty regularly, but Joyce – that was my date's name – wasn't ever going to be a life partner. Yes, I still lived in the same house, but now my bed was king sized, not queen. "A bigger playground?" she wanted to know, and she was right. I didn't tell her about the scarves under the bed that could be tied to its corners or the video cameras I installed sometime after she and I had broken up. Hey, when I'm alone I'd rather be the star in the porno films I watch! It was natural to ask about where she lived, too. "Oh, we have a place over in the Pines." I knew The Pines. It was a gated community with large houses on large lots, and there was a private golf course there, too. "Wow, your husband does pretty well, doesn't he?" "We do pretty well," she corrected me, "but you're right, he makes three times what I do." "And he's often away," I added. "Yes, it does get lonely," she agreed There was a quiet minute or two. I expected her to say goodbye and go home. That's not he way the conversation went... "Have you ever been to The Pines?" she asked. "I played golf there once a long time ago. It seemed really nice and the houses all looked like they should be called estates." "They are mostly big houses, you're right." "I'd like to see some of them close up," I said, which was true enough but also a flirt and in a real way, a gambit. She accepted it. "Would you like to see our place?" That was a no brainer: "I'd love to." Jayne took the napkin from her lap, and very delibertly draped it over her dish and said "Follow me." I got the bill paid, and somehow my Toyota kept up with her not very aggressively driven 7 series Beamer. That was odd, years ago she was a fast driver: careful, but fast. We didn't go to the Pine's main gate – there was an owner's gate that was radio controlled. The gate swung open for her, and closed. I almost expected her to just drive away, but she opened it again for me. Their house lot was so big that when I drove into the driveway I could not see any other house, just some lights through the trees. It was beautiful house, a fitting place for her to live, and I told her so. I got a quick tour, then we settled into the den with its big fireplace. The den had two large sliding doors that opened onto a patio. She turned on the outside lights. I could see a pool out there, and a high wooden fence. "That gives us lots of privacy," she said. I'd have liked to have gone swimming with her in that private pool but that was an offer she wasn't making. She pulled set of gauze curtains over the doors – the other set looked heavy and opaque – then turned off the outside lights. The glass doors seemed to turn into mirrors and the den appeared even larger. The room had leather furniture and reeked of quality and class. The floor was slate, with an Oriental rug in front of the fireplace, and big cushions there, for less formal sitting. That's where we sat. We toasted each other and old times. I didn't know where this evening was going, I was somehow all off balance all night. "I'll be right back" Jayne said after a little while, and she left the room. I briefly thought this was going to be one of those times when the lady returns in a negligee, or nude, then laughed at myself. That wouldn't happen tonight but when I got home I'd sure pretend it did. I'd be ejaculating into a tissue instead of where I'd have liked to deposit that protein. After all, Jayne was married and some things were not meant to be. Then she returned. The suit she was wearing was gone, replaced by a white robe that ended above her knees. It was made of some kind of satin that clung to everything underneath is and it was obvious the only thing it was clinging to was Jayne. This was the kind of thing men dream about, but these dreams don't often happen. Maybe some things WERE meant to be. I stood, wanting to take her in my arms, but she put her hand on my chest. "I want to do this my way," she told me and then moved behind me. This was her house: we'd follow her rules and her route. We both knew how it was going to end. I could see our reflections in the patio doors, the curtains covering them just softened the image a little. I watched and felt her arms move around me, saw her hands stroking my chest and my belly, and felt them brush over my crotch. "I can feel that I have that old effect on you," she said, cupping me ever so softly. "You sure do." I stood there while her fingers pulled my golf shirt from my slacks, then I raised my arms as she pulled it up. She couldn't get it over my head; I took it off the rest of the way. I was glad, looking at our reflections, that I stayed fit. I wanted to turn to face her but she stopped me from doing that, kept me facing our reflections. "I like watching us," she said. One of her arms was around my chest, then other, on my belly and then I could feel her lips on the center of my back! I thought I'd explode. I wished we were at my place, I'd have the cameras running and be able to watch this seduction whenever I wanted. "Next time," I promised myself. Somehow I controlled myself, and both of her hands moved to my belt. I stood there, arms at my side, watching and feeling and enjoying the sensations of a beautiful woman undressing me, her delicate fingers fumbling for a moment with my belt, then with the clasp on my slacks, then my zipper. She pushed my pants down, and I helped by kicking off my boat shoes and stepping out of my slacks. I still had on boxer shorts but they weren't doing an especially good job of hiding my erection. That erection didn't get any smaller when I saw her hand slip under the elastic, and for sure got even harder when I could feel that hand with its magic touch stroke me. "That feels nice," she said, "it feels the way I remember it." Did that mean she thought about me, fantasize about me, the way I did about her? Her hands moved to my waist and she pushed the boxers down. I could feel the waistband drag down my cock, and watched in the window's reflection as the band slipped over my penis's head. It – I --sprung free, exposed. She pushed the shorts to my knees and I did the rest and stepped out of them. I was standing naked in front of her, feeling her hands move onto my hips, then stop. "I remember when we were dating that you told me you would never have sex with a married woman. I'm married, are we going to have a problem?" she asked. Her fingers moved over my cock, I had forgotten how wonderful her touch was. "I'll make an exception to that rule tonight, if you're willing to break it with me," I told her. She reached under my penis, cupped my scrotum, and I could feel her lips on my back. "I want what I have in my hands, John, I want to break that rule of yours, I want to do things to you, and put this thing in me" she said, and her lips moved along my back, lower, then finally over to my hip. She moved a quarter of the way around me, and tuned me the other ninety degrees. I looked down at this woman, now on her knees in front of me. I wanted to pull her mouth onto my cock, to control her and dominate her but she wasn't having any of that. "Just put your hands down, I'll do this my way," she said. Was this going to be a tease? Well, no. She moved toward me, and her lips touched my cock's head, offering it only the softest kiss. She pulled one of my arms to the front, and wrapped my fingers around my erection. "Stroke yourself for me," she said. I started masturbating – if she wanted a facial I'd give it to her. As I pushed my cock through my fist she opened her mouth wide and took the exposed end into her mouth. SHE TOOK IT IN! She held my scrotum with one hand, and the other was around me, fingering my anus, then more than that, poking into it, while she blew me! I thought she was great before, but this was new. Someone taught her new tricks, tricks I didn't know! Could it have been her husband? I was getting a world class blow job from someone else's wife! The analytical part of my brain began questioning my policy of staying away from married women -- if they were this good, that policy was ending right now! It was an erotic oral adventure. She knew enough to apply tight pressure around my cock when she felt me start to come so she could prevent a premature ejaculation. I heard of that, but never had it done to me with someone's lips! She finally pulled me down to the cushions on the floor. I was on my back, my penis was sticking up like some kind of a May Pole,. She knelt at my feet and untied the robe's belt. She held the damned thing closed while she pushed it off her shoulders, looked at me and asked "Is this what you remember?" She relaxed her hands and the robe slid down her arms, off her breasts, off of her hands, and she was naked. Then she was beside me on the cushions, and I was lapping at her, sucking at her, feeling her arousal, feeling her needs and satisfying them. But not for long. She pushed me onto my back, I was sticking straight up again. She got over me, put her hands on my shoulders to support herself, centered her vagina over my cock and then just lowered herself onto me. I mean, the only parts of us that were touching were her hands on my shoulders and our pelvises! I forgot how wet Jayne would get, and how she was never too tight for a first penetration. Every time I had sex with her going in the first time was like moving in the heaviest warm cream, with her just tight enough to provide ideal stimulation. Like I said at the start of this story, some women are better than others I looked down between us, we were having fully exposed sex. I loved seeing my penis shine with her lubrication when as she lifted off me, then I would sink deep inside her when she came down. We rolled over into a classic missionary position and rammed into each other for what seemed only a couple of minutes. She reached between us and stroked me, masturbated me, while I fucked her. That was new, too, and it worked. Oh god it worked, I came in what seemed like buckets full. I fell onto her way sooner than usual, empty and exhausted. We somehow rolled away from each other. I was soft, wet and soft. I wanted to cuddle, to have her touch me some more, and maybe we'd have sex again, this time more slowly, like we used to. "You'll have to go, John," she said, ruining my plans. "You can't spend the night. I don't want the homeowner's security guys seeing your car here, people will talk and I don't want that to happen." "I want to see you again," I told her. She was even better than I remembered, and I didn't want to give it up, even if she was married. "I don't think so, John. Nothing good would come of that, would it? I don't want to put my lifestyle here at risk and we already know the only thing you and I have in common is sex. That's not enough." "But," I argued, "but wasn't it good? Weren't we good together?" "We always were," she agreed, "but this was only a one night stand, nothing more. I loved it, I hope you did too, but it'll have to be enough. Try to remember me kindly, John." I dressed and left. I'd remember her all right, but somehow felt hollow, used. I knew when the security gate closed behind my car it also closed her off from me for ever. But I'd remember. Oh, I'd remember the way she looked, the way she felt. I'd wish, maybe for the rest of my life, that we would have made a go of it. I did know a little of Jayne was better than none of her. Was it Garth Brooks who sang a song talking about broken romances, but concluded he wouldn't have wanted to miss the dance? I'm glad I had that last dance. I was man enough to hope her husband would never find out: she deserved the life she had. And me? I was pretty sure I'd be comparing her to other women for the rest of my life. Then something odd and good happened. Jayne brought her husband to a faculty mixer a few days ago and introduced us. I somehow never knew his name was Walter. He shook my hand, of course, but he looked at me in the strangest way. I had to wonder: did he suspect something? Did he know something? Then the answer came to me: I'm sure Jayne told him we used to date before she met him. That's the reason he had that knowing look in his eye: he thought we shared the same woman at different times. When I was driving home I laughed out loud at that thought. The times we shared the same woman were not as far apart as the thought -- it's not that big a difference in time, Wally! It was days, not years. The laugh was on me, though, because tonight he was going to be next to her, and me? I would just have my memories, and my fist, and a box of tissues. Laughter and tears aren't really that far apart. I didn't expect my bedside tissues would be wet with tears and that I'd be hugging a pillow, but that's what happened. There was another song from my youth, it was about loving the one you're with. The woman I had been dating for six months, but not seriously, was really very nice. For the first time in my life, I began thinking about spending a lifetime with a one woman. I'm not even sure how I came to make the decision, but somehow my phone was against my ear, and hers was ringing. "Hi Joyce," I said, "I know it's late, but I'd love to talk with you for a while tonight. Can I come over, or would you like to come here?" She lived 10 miles away. In the 15 minutes it took for her to come to my house I had gotten rid of the scarves that were under the bed and disabled three video cameras. A little while later, after she got over the shock of my question and said 'yes' we were holding each other, connected in every way, complete. And here's the best part. I not once thought about Jayne.