3 comments/ 6136 views/ 1 favorites Long Distance Love Ch. 01 By: KdDiva They met online in those early days of the world wide web and internet porn... meeting at a time in their lives when they needed inspiration, needed someone to believe in them and be their personal cheerleader. Their online chats became longer and longer until it was rather tiresome typing when there was so much to say. He was making a move cross country, risking all in a bid for a new and wonderful life in sunny California and she wanted to hear about everything and encourage him as he made his bold move. Having never dared to take online chat to the next level she was nervous but gave him her number, desperate to hear his voice. It was strange but regardless of the remoteness of internet chat they had bonded on a level most people never reach when within physical proximity. Whether it was the moon or the weather... something magical happened when they spoke. She traveled cross country vicariously through him enjoying his excitement as he shared the things he saw. Even going so far as to send beautiful and sometimes humorous pictures to aid the vision he shared so willingly, knowing she would not see it for herself. As he settled into life on the west coast he would call her very early in the morning, spending those first sleepy moments of the day together lost in their whispered passion. Alone together in a place where no one or nothing else existed... just their desire and desperate need for each other as their bodies reached release. God, he loved to hear her cum. At times she would breathe softly and coo gently as she came and at other times she would moan deeply and weep as she reached the goal. Lives change and they lost contact somewhere along the way and though they no longer shared their morning lovemaking it became a ritual for her. Each day began with the thought of him touching her, tasting her, loving her and fucking her as her fingers worked her sensitive clit and wet pussy. She couldn't help but touch herself as she woke to thoughts of him... even her favorite toy; a lifelike 8" vibrating cock had his name and her heart. Life had dealt her a heavy hand and she regretted not having had the chance to actually meet him let alone the chance to feel his body beneath her, on top of her, inside of her... next to her. So, many years later, on a whim, she sought him out once again. Finding his number online she called hesitantly not knowing what to expect. Getting his voice mail she dared not leave a message as she was sure by now he'd be married, have 6 kids and go to church every Sunday. But just hearing his voice did something to her... it made her wet. A few days later he called, his caller id showing on the TV causing her husband to ask who that was to which of course she replied "no clue" inattentively but her thighs were shaking and her pussy throbbing. It was HIM... her lover... her true soul mate... It was a few days and a few messages before they actually got to talk to one another but when she heard his voice again for the first time she actually came... without any physical or verbal stimulation at all... it was the immaculate orgasm just hearing him say her name. She was surprised as that had never happened before and she wanted to share it with him but was embarrassed, surely he would think she was nuts. But she had forgotten... he was as addicted to cumming as she was and was thrilled to know that after all that time he still had that affect on her. They indulged in their morning love again and after a few deep breaths and several giggles they were talking as if they had never stopped, summing up the years in brief snapshots and humorous anecdotes. As expected they began to talk about meeting... for real... this time... so many reasons to make it real and twice as many to keep it fantasy. She'd never been truly unfaithful to her husband but she NEEDED this man as she had never needed anyone or anything else in her life. If her days were numbered then by god, she was going to have him... just one night... no regrets... and so she began to plan... Long Distance Love Ch. 01 Trish's son meant everything to her. She knew that much for sure. There weren't many left in her life around her whom she loved, trusted and considered family. Not after losing her husband and daughter years ago in a dreadful car accident during a family holiday in Spain. She and William had been back at the villa, safe and sound as her loved ones made the ill fated journey back from the grocers. Trish and her husband Alan had married young and Trish became pregnant with Jake as a uni student and had become pretty much a full time mum as soon as she graduated with a degree in psychology. The life insurance payout meant Trish did not need to work to support herself and Jake however she still worked part time to make ends meet. She did not want her son to grow up thinking life was easy and he would not need to work for a living. She cared for him deeply and was very protective of him. She sure did not want anything to happen to anymore of her family. Jake had taken the death of his father and sister as well as a 10 year old child could, he had led as normal a life as he possible could with a decent mix of friends and taking part in sporting activities and spending time with his mates. He also spent a lot of time at home on his laptop in his room doing all the things normal teenagers would do in the confines of their room. Jake's mum although protective, did give him space and rarely pried into his room and he was grateful for it. They had a good relationship but his mother sometimes worried why he spent so much time at home and not hanging out with friends. She told him she would always be there for him and he could confide in her anything and Jake was grateful for that. He felt really close to her and her him. Little did they both know just how close they would become... It was a Saturday afternoon, the 10th anniversary of the deaths of her husband and daughter, June weather flooded the house with warmth and a slight warm breeze wafted through the open windows. Jake was out with the lads for a 5 a-side football tournament while Trish was busy cleaning and preparing dinner for when he got back. As she finished in the kitchen she ambled over to her pc in the living room to try and find a recipe for a dessert for that evening. As she went to switch it on, a loud 'pop' emitted from the back of the pc unit and no power light came on. Trish attempted it again but to no avail. 'Bugger! there goes dessert!' The pc had seen better days but it was still a nuisance not having it. As she slumped back in the desk chair she suddenly remembered Jake's laptop in his room. She made her way up the stairs to his room and saw the laptop lying on Jake's desk with the screen half open. She lifted it in her arms and made her way back downstairs. Making herself comfortable on the sofa she switched the laptop on hoping that it would not also blow on her. To her relief it powered up and made the familiar sound when the screen showed the windows home page. As she began browsing searching for a recipe that Jake would appreciate, a small window suddenly appeared in the top left hand corner of the screen. As she looked at it she noticed it was an instant message window. 'Morning J' Trish stared at the message puzzled. Who could this be and was the message for? At the top of the window it showed the name of the sender - pandoras_smile. 'Hmmm, that sounds feminine to me' thought Trish; it appeared a girl was trying to contact her son Jake. Judging by how she greeted him, it was clear they had spoken already and knew each other quite well. Why else would she call him J? 'J you there?' Another message pinged as she wondered what to do. Clearly Jake had an online friend and although Trish was not the nosy type this had stirred her curiosity quite a bit. 'Helllllooooooooo? J you there?' She didn't know whether to just ignore the messages or reply back. In the end she minimized the message and went back to her search for recipes. However there was no more searching to be done. Her mind was working overtime and try as she might to stay away, she really wanted to know who this person was and how they knew her son so well. She clicked on the box and it opened up to the main messaging console. There it showed the user name pandoras_smile in the online friends tab. She moved the mouse and clicked options and found what she was looking for; 'message history'. She took a deep breath and clicked the mouse button. A window appeared with a long list all listed in date order. As she quickly scrolled through the list it was evident they knew each other for a fairly long time. As she reached the bottom of the window the first line was dated 28th November 2010. That was just over a year ago. Jake had been in his final year at college. Trish's curiosity was well and truly stoked. There was no way she could stop without knowing who this person was. She held her breath and clicked the mouse button... Nearly 4 hours later Trish looked away from the screen, a look of utter shock and unbelief on her face. She had just spent the afternoon reading about her son and a special lady friend, and she was most definitely a lady! Tina was her name and she was a 33 year old woman from Miami Florida. She had learnt more about Jake that afternoon than she knew over his whole life, well at least regarding his sexuality anyway! Her son loved mature women, brunettes and red heads were his favourite and he loved a woman who was in charge. Trish could hardly believe what she was reading, her son and this woman having very grown up conversations and also very intimate. She found herself riveted to the screen absorbing the text as her son would flirt and coax the older woman into saying things and even doing things to herself that she would describe vividly to him. It was fair to say they were having cyber sex. She would not admit it, but she even felt the fire in her loins and a desire brewing that she had not felt in a very long time. As she read on she found her hand slowly move across the front of her stomach feeling her flat body and the heavy breathing that was deep and fast. Instinctively more than anything, she lowered her hand further and just stopped shy of the band of her pants, resting her palm on her belly. She knew she was feeling excited, she could feel it between her legs as she pressed her legs tighter trying to build as much excitement as she could. Her son's words having a profound effect on her as he explicitly described what he would do to his mystery woman. He had an excellent grasp of the female anatomy much to Trish' amazement and he had a real fixation with anal sex. Repeatedly their steamy sex sessions would involve anal sex and usually would end with Jake blowing his load deep within Tina's ass. Trish would love to read this and would squeeze her legs tighter feeling the dampness growing between her thighs. She had not been sexually intimate with anyone since her husband had passed away and although she knew it was wrong she did not stop herself from reading on and enjoying her son's relationship with this older woman. The more she read, the more she wanted to pleasure herself thinking about her son fucking this woman. She slowly lowered her hand inside her slacks and under her panties. There was no shock to find she was soaking wet and she pressed her fingers hard against her throbbing clit. She let out a low whimper and slid her middle finger along her slit spreading her juicy lips and feeling the moist flesh between. "FUUUUUUCCCCCCCK!" She cried out as bolts of lightning shot up her spine. It had been so long since she had been touched there that she nearly came immediately. She lessened the pressure prolonging the pleasure and slowly moved her finger up and down on her plump pussy. Her head rolled back as she drifted away, her sons face etched on her mind as her fingers worked beneath her rubbing faster now as her breathing became harder and her chest rose higher and faster. She spread her legs further and ground her palm onto her clit as Jake's juicy cock drove deep inside Tina's spread ass. This was all too much for Trish and as Jake's body tensed and he shot his hot load inside Tina's ass, she cried out and her back arched as her body violently shuddered from an enormous orgasm that emanated through her body. Her legs shook and her breath came in bursts making her gasp and cough As her orgasm subsided Trish opened her eyes and took a few deep breaths gaining her composure. Her legs still trembled as she removed her hand and saw her fingers were totally drenched. Slowly she lifted her fingers to her nose and smelt herself and very slowly probed her tongue out and quickly licked a little juice off her fingers. Amazed by her own bravery she took each finger in her mouth individually and sucked them clean. Trish smiled to herself slowly as she moved her matted hair from her sweaty forehead. She had never cum like that before and to think it had been caused by the thought of her gorgeous son. She wanted more, that was for sure and she wanted it from Jake. By hell she was going to get it. Long Distance Love Ch. 02 Guilt, guilt, guilt. Could she really do it? How could she not? Although she was scared to death her body won over her head and the pieces of her plan started falling into place. Business would bring her lover back to the East Coast in just 3 weeks, coincidence or not it was the perfect opportunity. He was going to be just an hour and a half away, 90 minutes, 143 short miles instead of thousands, alone in a gorgeous hotel in one of the biggest cities in the world. As a divorced man he was free to meet whomever he wanted, she, however, was not. Though it hurt her physically to lie to her husband, the man who had stood beside her for 21 years, in sickness and in health, she knew she had to, or her last days would be spent in regret as the years before. So she was making arrangements for a girls night out and was surprised when he suggested this huge party complex that has 7 different bars all with different themes and conveniently located in the same town that her lover would be visiting. "I don't know" she replied "that's an awful long drive after a night of partying." "Why don't you guys stay at the resort there? I know I can get one of those great suites you like." Oh my God, did he say what she thought he said? This was too good to be true! Could he really have just given her an excuse to be gone not just one evening but an entire 24 hours? A whole night and a whole day locked away from life and reality. 1440 minutes with the man who touched her soul in a way no other has. 86400 seconds of his smell, his touch, his taste and of course his sound, his music. Clink -- another spoke in the plan fell into place. Almost as if fate had stepped in and gave her the OK to go ahead, and in so doing almost gave her the husbands approval she needed so desperately. "I'll run it by the girls" not specifying whom or how many would be accompanying her. "Thanks honey, it's a great idea! The suite would be perfect. Maybe we could even enjoy the pool and spa before we come home?" "That sounds fun. Look, get your home girls, an over night bag and go cut loose." He came to her and pulled her close. "This year has been tough baby I want you to get out there and have some fun and RELAX. Get a massage, mani's, pedi's, all the frilly frozen drinks you girls can handle, everything's on me!" "That really does sound great, babe, thank you." She whispered She leaned into him breathing in his familiar scent as guilt stabbed her heart. God, how could she do this to him? How could she not? Those 2 damn questions, again. The pain she felt at that moment could only be compared to the pain of not seeing her lover. They sat there for an hour watching tv the whole time the same words reverberated over and over in her head. How could she? How could she not? Go, and feel the daily sting of guilt; don't go, and feel the stab of regret. Feeling her thighs quiver and her pulse race as all the possible scenarios played repeatedly in her minds eye until finally the screaming in her head sent her to the refrigerator for a glass of wine, she hollered to see if he wanted some but he didn't respond. As she took the first sip she heard the rumble of his snore as he napped where they had been sitting. Closing the fridge she leaned back against its cool strength and brought her hand to her throat feeling her pulse beneath her warm skin pounding with the rhythm that matched the throbbing need she felt in her core. Her hand slipped lower tracing the small scar at the curve of her throat. Her eyes flashed wide as she shook her head... she refused to think of that and let her hand run softly over her belly and hips before cupping her full breast. She drank deeply enjoying the sting of the wine as it traveled down her throat. Soon she would have him and his seed would be taking the same route down her throat. The thought sent her over the edge and she slowly slid down the refrigerator as her hand copied the descent to her sex. She cupped her swollen pussy firmly, already so close to cumming, before dipping her middle finger into her warmth and pulled the moisture up to her hard clit. She circled the nub, brushing lightly over it as she sighed softly, cooing just as she did for him every morning... just as she would be doing for real... live... in person. The wave of her first orgasm rose swiftly while her fingers deftly manipulated her engorged lips until the crest arrived and sent her juices dripping from her sex. Weak from release she once again cupped her mound while she pressed her thighs together firmly. She was startled awake when the kitchen light snapped on and her eyes snapped shut, a gasp escaped her lips. "Honey" he said quietly "Are you ok?" She was so confused, not certain where she was at first not aware that her hand was still buried in her panties nor that she was sitting on the kitchen floor. "Yeah...uh... I think so." "Then can you tell me why you fell asleep while masturbating on the kitchen floor?" God, she was so embarrassed! He knelt down in front of her as she started to remove her hand from her panties but he stopped her, pressing her hand back against her damp core and tipping her head up with the other. She met his eyes hesitantly but saw the fire in his and she was once again instantly aroused. "You're beautiful like that." She looked down, tipping her chin once again he met her gaze. He, too, stirred her... so odd to feel as if she'd just made love to her lover and was getting ready to do the same to her loving husband. To have them both had always been her biggest fantasy to have her two men, her two lovers. Thinking she should feel bad about it, should be ashamed of such an intimate betrayal. But sex was her drug and her husband knew that just as well as her lover. "Will you show me?" he asked "You've seen me do that a million times." She whispered, her face flush with want and need. "I didn't see you do it tonight. I didn't get to see your face as you came or to hear you sigh." His eyes glinted, a cheshire cat grin broadening his face "And you know how much I love to hear you cum." Without realizing it her fingers had already started stroking the pussy cat, she was encouraged by his obvious desire and lifting her head she looked brazenly into his face. He loved her like this, aroused and flush, her lips parted, her breaths filled with deep sighs, her tongue flicking often across her full mouth. His eyes lowered to where her hand was hidden between her thighs. He didn't need to actually see her naked at that moment, he knew what every inch of her looked like, but there was something so highly erotic about the way her fingers moved beneath those white panties. The way her eyes smoked over and became hooded by heavy lids; the way she stared at him so intently; and god the way she sounded as the wave of her second climax sent her arching against the refrigerator and two fingers deep inside her dripping pussy. Long Distance Love Ch. 02 Trish returned Jake's laptop to his room and disappeared to the bathroom to clean herself up. Her body was still tingling from the immense sensations from the violent orgasm brought on by the thought of her son's hard cock fucking her. As she stood in the shower allowing the cool water to cleanse her, her fingers again made a beeline across her wet body, gently caressing her neck and lower to her breasts pinching the nipples she gasped as she felt them harden under her touch. She rubbed the tight flesh as her areola grew darker all the while the heat built up inside her loins. She was aching to touch her pussy and as her hand moved down her flat belly she leaned back against the shower wall and sank into the corner of the shower. The water continued to fall as her hair matted to her face, her knees bent and her ass cheeks planted on the wet floor. In this position her wet pussy spread slightly and she knew what she wanted to do. Her fingers slid over her slightly bristly mound a quick mental note made to ensure that was baby smooth later on. She caught a breath as her index finger touched her wet pussy and she quickly removed her hand as if she had been scalded. The sensation was just overwhelming. Slowly she pressed her finger against her slit again this time pressing a little firmer a loud moan escaping her. All she wanted was to finger fuck herself to orgasm. Her mind was awash with scenes of her son mounting her she could see his mighty cock thrusting inside her pussy looking up to see the lust in her boy's eyes. She wanted this so badly and instinctively her fingers entered her pussy. She groaned as she pumped 2 fingers in and out of her pussy. The sound of her soggy cunt was louder than the sound of the water in the shower! Her legs spread wider still and her body slid a little further forwards as her pussy opened further and her ass cheeks slid forward her bare anus becoming uncovered. Trish had never touched herself on her ass but the thought of Jake lusting anal sex with Tina made her want to explore her virgin rosebud. As she fucked her cunt her free hand moved to her anus and gently probed the backdoor. She felt apprehensive about entering it so felt it gently and circled it with her index finger. As soon as she touched it jolts of electricity passed through her pussy making her cry out again this time she didn't stop and gently pressed her finger to her anus allowing the finger to slowly open her up. She was amazed by how tight it felt compared to her pussy and pressed a little harder. Her anus slowly opened only enough to suck her finger as she pushed it home. Her head fell back in a deep groan as the realisation of both her holes being fucked filled her and her hands began moving in unison fucking her hot wet holes in tandem. Trish was so close to the edge she nearly slipped and lost balance but she composed herself and pumped harder and faster. Her cunt was so wet her juices were escaping and soaking her finger as it rimmed her asshole. Pussy juice lubed her anus as she pumped harder as the first of many orgasms suddenly erupted through her body. She pushed both fingers deep inside and kept them there as her orgasms hit her, her belly shaking violently, nearly causing cramp in her legs. She did everything to stop herself from screaming and let out a deep groan as her body came down after the explosion that had just hit her. She removed her hands and stretched her legs out in front of her, her hands were a mess, one covered in sticky cunt juice and the other finger a little dirty from her ass. She sucked her pussy juice off her fingers and bravely sniffed the finger that had entered her asshole. Strangely it did not smell too bad to her. Trish was still incredibly horny and the fire that these recent bouts of masturbation had created could only be doused by her getting her goal. She needed a plan to somehow fuck Jake, or get him to fuck her. She knew she wanted this and wanted to also bring to life for Jake all his fantasies with Tina. After all what were mums for? Still wet she stood in front of the mirror and examined herself. She wasn't bad looking for a mother of 2 kids. For a woman in her late thirties her body was extremely trim and taught. Her husband had always loved her body and would always turn him on immensely. Her shoulder length brown hair fell straight with a slight fringe covering her face. Her deep brown eyes were large and surrounded by naturally large eye lashes. Her face had a pearl drop look to it and when she smiled her lips bared a lovely set of nearly white teeth. She had looked after her body well and her gently sloping 36 C breasts were not overly large but for her body, they were the perfect size and shape. There was no sag and the nipples were just the right size, dark and firm to the touch. Her flat belly was testament to the hours she spent in the gym and yoga and her slim long legs with taught muscles and well defined calves made for an extremely sexy figure. Finally her eyes rested on her pussy. Her mound was showing signs of hair that she would need to shave and shave the little line of hair that she usually kept. Jake loved a bare hairless pussy and that's what Trish would give him. She opened her legs slightly and she could make out her pussy a nice round mound with large fleshy labia protruding. Jake's father had always loved her pussy. He loved how meaty and fleshy it was with thick labia that he would suck on hard causing Trish to cum repeatedly in his mouth. She hoped Jake would love her pussy just as much as his father had. She grabbed her razor and quickly shaved before drying herself off and wrapped only in her towel went to the kitchen to make herself a stiff drink. Just then Jake entered through the front door, Trish heard the heavy thud of his football gear on the hallway floor and he entered the kitchen. "Hey mum, I'm back. How you been?" "Great son, how was football?" "We won the tournament by a single goal in the final minute! Pretty damn exciting!" "Hey I'm so glad for you; here give your mum a hug." As she said this Trish walked across the kitchen with arms outstretched and hugged her son hard. Aware she was only dressed in a towel she pressed herself against him and immediately felt something stir in her pussy. Jake hesitated for a second but then hugged his mum back; he could smell her freshly showered hair and skin and it caused his hormones to rage. His cock began to stir and twitch in his shorts. Trish felt this and encouraged by the result pressed closer wanting to feel his manhood on her body. As she pulled closer his cock grew harder and now she really felt its pressure on her thigh. Slowly she pulled away and smiled at her son as Jake sheepishly looked at the floor and tried to shift his body out of sight. The bright red face gave everything away and Trish knew her plan was slowly going to come together. Jake quickly left the kitchen and rushed upstairs to get showered and cleaned up. Trish decided to stay in her towel as she began fixing up lunch and another stiff drink for herself. As they ate Jake could not stop looking over the table at his freshly showered mother and every so often Trish would catch his eyes as they wandered over her bare shoulder and wet hair tied up in a bun. He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat a couple of times and Trish smiled to herself knowing it was her that was driving her son crazy. She knew he must have a raging hard cock under the table and part of her wanted to simply walk over to him and sit on it. She decided to move things along. "Jake my son, I wanted to ask you something private." "Sure mum what is it?" "Well considering you don't have a father figure anymore, I wondered whether you have ever had 'the chat' with anyone." As she said 'the chat' she made an apostrophe sign with her hands. "What do you mean 'the chat' mum?" "I mean the chat all dads have with their sons when they reach the right age; you know about girls and sex." Jake's face again turned deep red as he stared into his plate. "No...Nope no one has had that chat with me." "Well perhaps it's time we do then son. You are 18 years old and I want you to be fully aware of what happens and what you should do too. I think it's in your best interest. Would you agree?" "Well...ye...I think so..." "Good so finish up and let's go in the living room and discuss things a little further." Trish quickly cleared up and Jake made a beeline for the living room trying to shield his crotch area from Trish. She smiled to herself and knew her son had a raging boner. She wanted it. She sat opposite him on the sofa and rested her hands on her bare knee. The towel was still wrapped around her chest and covered barely up to her mid thigh. If she leant back she was sure Jake would get a perfect view of her freshly shaven pussy but not just yet. She smiled gently at her son. "So tell me Jake do you have a girlfriend?" "Errr no..." "Why the hell not? You are a great looking lad, are there no girls you are interested in at uni? You do like girl's right?" Trish laughed a little saying this but Jake simply frowned. "Of course I like girls mum! It's just that, I don't know maybe I am too shy with the girls." "What's there to be shy about honey? We all want the same things." She said as she looked into Jake's eyes. "Tell me are you a virgin?" "MUM!?!" "It's ok Jake I am your mother, I won't tell anyone. This is strictly between us. If you can't confide in me, who can you tell hun?" As she said this she moved closer on the couch and slowly rested her hand gently on his thigh. He flinched slightly but didn't move away. "Well I guess you are right mum, it's just a little strange speaking with you about all this." "It's fine, tell me. I am only here to help and promise not to tell a soul. Are you a virgin?" "Y...yes I am mum." "Ok. See nothing to be ashamed about, loads of guys and girls still are. Is this because you haven't found the right girl yet?" "I suppose so, but also I am afraid I wouldn't know what to do with her either." Trish was surprised, that wasn't what his online conversations with Tina led her to believe. "Really??? I fail to believe you wouldn't know how to treat a lady son." Trish said with a wry smile and she squeezed his thigh moving even closer. She heard Jake's breath catch and now she could see the distinct tent formed in his shorts. The dampness grew under her towel even more... "Have you ever seen a naked girl Jake?" "Yeah of course I have..." "I don't mean on the net or TV babe. I mean in real life." "Well no...." "I think that should be the first thing we teach you then isn't it?" "How?" "Well, like I said it's up to me to give you these talks so I should be the one to show you too." As she said this she stood up and faced her son. "Mum wait a second, what do you mean? Are you going to show me your body?" "Yes son, you need to be educated and this is the only way to cure your shyness. Otherwise how long will you stay a virgin?" "Are you sure about this mum? I mean..." "It's ok, I have made up my mind. I want my son to be a success with the ladies, and ready to take on the world as a man. If I didn't do that for him, what sort of mother would I be?" With that she slowly undid the towel and let it fall from her body in a heap by her legs. Jake's eyes nearly opened as large as his mouth as he stared at the trim body of his mum. She smiled at him only slightly nervous by what she had done. The fire within her was ensuring she had no second thoughts. She looked down and could see the boner inside Jake's shorts. She was sure he wanted to touch it. "Well Jake what do you think? Is it like you imagined?" She spread her legs slightly and put a hand on her hip. "Errr...ye...yes...mum it is. Just like how I imagined. Better!" She could see his eyes fixated on her breasts and moving down to her pussy. His cock was struggling to break free from the shorts. Trish slowly turned on the spot letting his eyes fall on her smooth back and pert ass. She turned just to catch his hand moving away from his crotch. Feeling bold she slowly moved slightly closer to him so he could get a better look. 'Have a good look Jake; you need to know every part of the female anatomy. If there is any part you want to take a better look at then just let me know.' Trish could see Jake was really struggling with himself now but she was not going to let this moment pass. She slowly leaned in towards him and leant her breasts right to his face. His eyes were fixed to the pert erect nipples and as she leaned in she leant one hand on his shoulder and the other right up on the top of his thigh. She felt his hard cock slightly against her thumb and knew her son was aching for release. Just like her. "You like what you see baby?" She straightened up before turning around and bending forward slightly looking over her left shoulder and letting him get a closer view of her ass. She slowly spread her legs wider and allowed her back to arch gently pushing her ass towards his face. As she did this, her pussy came into view from under her and her ass cheeks slowly spread a little wider. She was sure he would see how fucking wet she was. She leaned even lower resting her hands on the floor as she looked over her shoulder at her son. His eyes were totally fixated on her ass and she could just make out his right hand furiously rubbing his penis through his shorts. She wanted to get her hands on it so badly! "Is this better?' Can you see everything clearly son?" "Errr, not quite mum, could you spread your cheeks a little more please?" "That's my boy, how about you do it? I can't quite balance myself and spread them for you at the same time." She heard the shuffling as Jake moved to the edge of the couch, she could hear his heavy breathing now and as she looked over her shoulder, his face was inches away from her butt. Suddenly she felt his warm hands grasp her buttocks and gently pulled them apart. Those online conversations were correct; her son did love a good asshole. "Better son?" "Much better mum....thank you" "No need to thank me, it's my duty. Now tell me another thing." Straightening up she turned as she said this. "Do you masturbate? Remember no secrets here." "Yes I do...quite a lot." "Ohhhh...what to? Porn?" "Yes or sometimes I talk to a woman online and masturbate while we talk." Trish was amazed Jake had admitted to it but he must trust her so much that he felt he could tell her. She now knew she had him. She was so turned on her pussy was literally dripping juice down her leg." "I want you to do something Jake, take off your clothes. It's only fair as I am already naked." Jake stood without a word and quickly removed his clothes. Too quickly Trish said to herself. She grinned wickedly. As he removed his shorts, he attempted to cover his rock hard cock as it swung free but it was no good. It was in full view of his mum and he soon blushed again. Trish felt her heart skip a beat as she stared at it. It was a decent size about 7 inches and was quite thick. She hoped it would not hurt her when she did what she planned with it. She stepped towards Jake and looked him in the eyes; Jake was sure he could see lust in them. She pulled him towards her and hugged him. As she did his thick member pressed against her stomach and her legs suddenly went weak. "Jake I love you my son" she said pressing her body harder against him. "I want you to feel totally comfortable with me and I you. We are all we have and we should not be a stranger to one another." With that she took his face in her hands and kissed him on each cheek before slowly planting her lips on his. She moved slowly not knowing whether he would pull away but he didn't. In fact it felt like he was pushing his lips against hers, so the kiss grew until both mouths and tongues were intertwined. Soon they were kissing like sex crazed lovers. Their breathing became hard and fast and Trish's hands moved down her son's body caressing his ass cheeks before bringing her hands in front of him and grasping his thick cock. Jake's body tensed for a second before relaxing as they continued to kiss, his confidence growing as his hands now found their way down the front of Trish's body and began groping her tits. He squeezed the nipples hard, perhaps too hard as his inexperienced hands tried to grab all they could. Trish pulled away and helped Jake sit back down on the couch, his eyes still on his sexy mother. His cock stood upright and Trish had to use all her willpower not to simply sit on it right there! She gazed longingly at it and knew she wanted to taste it. She knelt between his thighs and slowly leant to kiss the head of his engorged cock, as she did his cock jumped all on its own and nearly slapped her in the face! "Sorry mum! That just felt soooo good!" "It's ok son, it's a very strong sensation but you need to know how it feels. Should I continue?" "Yes please...." Trish grabbed the meaty extension at the base and lowered her mouth over the fat cock. She slowly licked the top with her tongue tasting his precum and slowly took more and more of her sons cock in her mouth. "AAAAAHHHHHHHH MUM!!! That feels so great! Please keep going!" Trish sucked her son's fat cock harder now loving how it felt and knowing soon she would have her sons white cum. Her pussy was dripping and aching at the same time. She needed his meat inside her. With her other hand she cupped his huge balls and massaged them all the while bobbing her head up and down on his pole. Her saliva wet his cock and leaked between his thighs as his mother gagged on her son's raging hard cock. He had never felt a boner as hard as this and the feeling building in his balls was so hard he felt he could punch a hole in the wall with his cum. Trish sucked harder now also pumping his cock with her hand at the same time. "OH MUM YOU FEEL SO GOOD, YES PLEASE SUCK ME HARDER MUM, I THINK I WANT TO CUM!" Jake screamed. Trish sucked even harder now as she suddenly felt his thighs clench and balls tighten before she felt the hot sticky cum from her son's cock erupt in her mouth. The first shot hit the back of her throat and nearly made her gag. She managed to pull it into her mouth as Jake emptied his sack directly inside his mother's loving mouth. Trish pulled off Jake's cock and opened her mouth showing Jake his full load that was swimming in her mouth. With a huge gulp she swallowed the entire load as Jake simply stared in amazement! "MUM that was amazing! You are such a caring mother to do this for me; I wish I could repay you." "You can my baby, come here..." Trish said as she sat on the couch next to her son. She turned to him and said "I want you to kneel now as I did between my legs." Jake got off the couch and knelt between Trish's spread thighs. His eyes were glued on her soaked pussy and his semi hard cock was slowly stiffening again ready for more action. Trish pulled her legs wider and brought her knees to her sinking lower into the couch so her pussy and ass now pushed into the air. She reached down and spread her engorged pussy lips showing Jake a dripping pink pussy which was aching for the throbbing man in front of her. She was immensely aroused and she could see that Jake was the same. She spread her pussy wider and lifted her clit hood revealing her throbbing pink clit to her son, slowly she flicked it with her finger and a groan escaped her lips. Jake's hand had moved back to his hard cock and was pumping furiously as he stared intently at his mother's cunt. Trish lowered her fingers to her asshole and slowly circled it and fingered it lubing it in the process with all her pussy juices. Jake looked like he would erupt any second! Long Distance Love Ch. 03 Over the next few days she thought of all her friends and wondered who she would be willing to hurt, because that would eventually be the outcome. Making a best friend your scapegoat is a common enough occurrence but she couldn't treat those that had always been there for her with such disrespect. But there was one, her very best friend, Bella, whom knew everything else about her. They'd known each other for 20 years and if she could trust anyone it was this friend. She called Bella and suggested lunch, not unusual but when she arrived she knew something was up. She knew what Bella was thinking so she shook her head, pity disgusted her. "Everything's fine, girl, just sit down." Their chatter returned to normal, filling each other in on the random events that had filled their recent days. After placing their order, she took a deep breath, gathered her courage and blurted "Bella, I need a favor." before she could stop herself. "Sure, sweetie, anything." "Well, don't be so willing until you hear what I have to say." Another deep breath "You remember when I got my first home computer and I spent every waking hour on the internet?" "Uh-huh" this was, so not what she was expecting, Bella held her breath. "Well" she felt the blood rushing to her face. "Yeah..." Bella said as she leaned in. "I met someone online and used to spend that time talking to that person." The words rushed from her lips quietly "We never met in person and I've never done anything like that since." Her cheeks and neck became hotter and redder. "And..." Bella urged. "Please don't hate me, but we used to talk on the phone, too." God, she couldn't believe she said it out loud. "You what?" Almost breathless "We never met in person, B, I swear to God!" She squeaked as she felt the tears welling she wanted to run but Bella grabbed her hand before she stood. "If you stop there I swear to God I will kill you!" Bella said. "What?" she stammered "I said if you stop there I swear to God I will kill you! Spill the beans you naughty bitch!" Bella burst into laughter and she couldn't help but join in. Half way there. "Do you still talk to this person?" "We lost contact quite a while back." "Oh my god, did you have phone sex? Bitch I need some details!! " She nodded and took a deep pull on her wine not sure if she could go on. "So what brings it up today?" Bella pressed then gasped "You talked to him again?" Yet again she could feel her face warm with shame and only nodded her response. "Does 'you know who' know about this?" Her eyes met Bella's with a jerk "No of course he doesn't." Bella had answered her own question. She was relieved when their lunch arrived and hastily filled her mouth so full that she couldn't talk even if she wanted to. "Details, please?" Bella pleaded "No details except this: I met a man on line and made a connection I don't understand. We talked for years nearly every day and yes we had phone sex... lots of phone sex." "And..." "We always wanted to meet face to face, skin to skin even if it was just once, we talked about it endlessly but I couldn't do it, B, I couldn't hurt my man that way." She hesitated "And worst of all...it's something I've always regretted." "You've always regretted what? Not meeting the guy or having phone sex?" Bella teased "Sometimes both." She answered candidly "no, that's not true I regret not meeting the man of my dreams. "I see but I still don't know where I stand in the picture." "He's going to be here in two and half weeks." "Here as in here or here as in the cosmic sense like here on earth." "Here as in an hour and a half away." Bella's eyes widened as she began putting two and two together. She filled B in on her husbands idea of the club and resort to which she responded "Damn that is just perfect." "So look I know it puts you in an awkward position but will you say you'll go with me? I'll get you your own suite" Bella hesitated and the air felt heavy "I will, on one condition: I get to meet him, too." "Geez Bella no way!" "Look I'm not letting you out of my sight with some strange internet chat room perv until I know for sure you're safe." She chuckled a bit but lowered her face "I have to go, B, and yet I don't feel like I can. I've never wanted to be unfaithful but... I have to go." "Hey, listen" Bella reached for her hands and made eye contact "I understand and no I don't think any less of you, I'm just so fucking jealous! But my condition stands, I want to meet him before I leave you two to your own devices." "OK, I concur and, Bella, thanks so much for understanding." "Oh, and I expect details, serious details" she added while rising from the booth and squishing her into a hug. CLINK -- one more spoke in the plan fell into place. She paid the tab quickly and once inside her car she began to shake, her thighs quivered, and palms began to sweat. "Oh. My.God. I'm really going to do this" she thought. Running her hands along her jeans to dry her palms she tried to calm her racing pulse and fight the urge the touch the familiar throb between her thighs. Glancing around she noticed only 2 other vehicles in the parking lot; one a pick up at the far end and the other a Hummer parked 2 spaces to her right. The windows where darkened but she was sure the vehicle was empty so she tilted her had back against the head rest, parted her thighs enough to run her hand across her swollen labia. She laid the seat back just enough to allow her to stick her hand down through the waistband of her jeans and inside her panties. Her eyes closed with the sheer wickedness of what she was doing in broad daylight in a restaurant parking lot only to snap open to make sure she wasn't caught. She had no clue that someone was indeed watching her from inside of that big black Hummer. The rise and fall of her breast increased as she swirled around the pulsing tip. She licked her lips and bit back a moan as she quickly reached climax, heat rising up through her body and setting her face afire. She opened her eyes slowly only to see the driver's side window of the hummer was down. Long Distance Love Ch. 04 It had been a few days since the hummer incident and she was really becoming concerned that she was losing her mind. What in the hell was wrong with her? 'Normal people don't masturbate in their car, normal people don't masturbate at all' she kept telling herself almost in a sing song voice. However, each day she found herself wanting, no needing to climax to convince herself she was still alive. She hadn't had the courage to tell her fantasy lover that she was going to meet him but she hadn't told him she wouldn't, either. The phone rang very early, she knew it was him. Her heart quickened and her body responded instantly but she found herself unable to pick up the phone. Instead, as it rang in the background she pushed the covers from her body and walked to the full length mirror by the closet. She looked healthy enough to be young, passionate, vivacious and with her yellow smiley face panties and old t-shirt she was almost convinced that she was. But as she stared at her reflection she pulled the shirt from her body, she wanted to look away, but if she couldn't look at herself how could she expect him to? She pulled the panties down slowly watching the smiley face turn inside out in the mirror. She stood slowly, sweeping her eyes across her reflection from head to toe, not pausing to see clear, just rapid glances that allowed her body to remain blurred. Closing her eyes she imagined standing before her lover as she was before, as he imagined her to be, radiant ivory skin speckled with freckles, with long lush spirals of auburn hair to her bottom. She saw him gazing at her, eyes darkened with desire as he undressed and came to her. He kissed her with raw passion, his tongue dancing furiously with hers like two snake lovers in a cauldron of warm honey. He wrapped his arms around her, lifting her from the floor and pressing her back against the wall. She wrapped her body around him, every inch on fire, her thighs twitching, the flames flared through her as he pressed his cock against the warm lips of her sex. Moving his hips he slid along her moist slit until his head was pressed against her opening. They sighed as he thrust his length into her and began withdrawing nearly all the way before rocking it back in. As their desire mounted so did their speed and he was fucking her hard. She clung to him as their tongues sparred, shifting her hips so she could take every inch of him as he slammed her against the wall until she screamed with release. This wasn't about soft kisses and sweet morning love this was about her getting fucked and that didn't jib with memories of her lover. Maybe there was something wrong with her; proper women didn't want to be fucked. She opened her eyes slowly and in the morning light she saw clearly the roadmap of scars that covered her body. The scenario changed to reality as she imagined how their true meeting would be. The surprise that would show on his face as she no longer resembled the picture he knew. The disgust he would feel at seeing her truth. The pity he would feel and the sympathy fuck she would get. So not worth hurting the only man who had ever truly loved her. She closed her eyes again and imagined her husband standing there. He knew where every scar was, each piecing of her flesh and loved her. He saw the changes in her and loved her regardless. How could she expect the same from a stranger? Especially given the fact that she had never told her lover anything about her illness; their conversations were reserved for music and passion not scars and sadness. She wept with pure frustration, her hand moving slowly to her throbbing need, passing all the bad things and going directly to the spot that made her feel. There was no denying the moisture between her lips or the swell of her jewel as she polished it; nor the rise of her breast as she sobbed, the tears spilling down her body. She needed something and not knowing what it was slowly destroying her. When her husband came home he found her in their bed wrapped tightly in the sheets; her bare arms clutching the smooth cotton to her bare flesh; her face soft while she slept and beautiful in the waning light. He lay beside her and she rolled to him shedding some of the sheet as he gathered her in his arms. He knew she was struggling, knew she was searching for something and didn't know how to help so he just cradled her there against his chest content to feel her breathing. She woke sometime later, the room dark her cheek resting on his chest; he looked down as he felt her stir. "Hi, sweetness, nice nap?" He whispered. She didn't respond but rose up on her elbow and leaned into him her lips brushing his softly. She met his eyes and he saw that look his body responding instantly. "Are you sure, baby?" he whispered. Again she didn't reply but leaned in and pressed another kiss against his mouth more firmly, her tongue seeking his. He breathed deeply of her as they kissed, he could never get enough of her, yet he pulled himself back not sure that she was truly ready. No words were spoken as she sat up and began to unbutton his shirt. She knew he would make love to her... soft sweet love... and for the moment that's what she wanted more than anything. But, oh, to feel him thrusting into her.... Long Distance Love Ch. 05 She sat on the bedroom floor sorting through photographs, each package in order by date, every picture labeled and dated on the back. This was her history, these snapshots held the story of her life and though she would some day pass away, those photos will tell her story long after she's gone. She shuffled through different packages reviewing the memories each one brought up. The day they went on their first official date. The park where he first kissed her and told her he loved her. They day they moved in together... the day they wed. She had spent more of her life with her husband than she had lived before him. Almost as if they had always been together, experienced everything together, they shared so many "firsts". Overall their life had been good, their relationship strong and even though they were timid in those early days they eventually fell into their routine as lovers pretty easily. She would never forget the first time she masturbated for him. She was so shy and nervous that night but champagne had her head fuzzy and her body buzzing. It was the typical meet and greet kind of party with her husbands business acquaintances. She knew most of the people and the casual environment made for great conversations so before long she was charming everyone at the party, making everyone laugh as the whole room became engrossed in the tall tale she was telling. She heard Tony, her husband's friend shout from the back. "Sing us a song!" She blushed and said no. "Yeah, come one, just one!" More voices joined in and she looked to her husband for help which wasn't happening. "Come on, honey, sing." "Sing what?" "Anything" he whispered in her ear as he squeezed her arms and stepped back. She closed her eyes, the room was silent as the first notes came out of her. "Birds flyin' high you know how I feel Sun in the sky you know how I feel Breeze driftin' on by you know how I feel Its a new dawn, its a new day, its a new life for me and I'm feelin good" Loving their rapt attention her voice grew louder with each verse. "Fish in the sea, you know how I feel River runnin' free you know how I feel Blossom on the tree you know how I feel Its a new dawn, its a new day, its a new life for me And I'm feelin good" Ending with a raucous round of applause, whistles and woo hoo's until the wait staff announced dinner. She bowed deeply and laughed saying "Thank You, ladies and gentlemen, I'll be here all week. Don't forget to tip your bartenders and waitresses!" The group of 30 or so sat down and the official part of the dinner party began. Andrea Jones, the business owner and one of the most successful women in corporate history brought the room to a stand still as she rose and lifted her glass; she toasted the various attendees, thanked HER for the free entertainment and they were dining on the most exquisite Italian food she'd ever tasted. Murmured conversations filled the room as everyone began to eat but all she could think about was how she felt standing in that room surrounded by people, how she felt with their eyes on her, the way they responded to her and how aroused it made her. Her nipples were taut and straining through the lace bra and pushing the silk of her blouse outward in small peaks. She excused herself and asked directions to the ladies room. He stood and asked if everything was ok which brought a quick frown to her face. As she walked to the restroom she had this vision playing in her head; she was in the parlor with all those people around her, watching her, listening to her but instead of joking and singing she was naked and rubbing her body and her pussy furiously. She sat in the stall not really having to pee but in urgent need of an orgasm. She spread her legs her middle finger instantly finding the hard crystal. She closed her eyes so she could see herself there again, yes, there she was, naked and scar free, lying back on the leather settee, thighs spread wide for everyone to see. Her chest and face were flushed red with pleasure as she looked at all the faces around her, all of them wanted her... the men and the women... and she wanted them all to see her pet her hot box until her sweet juices were everywhere. Back in the bathroom stall, making quick work she rubbed furiously until her body was rocking in spasm silently. She was only gone a few moments but her husband eyed her as she crossed the room and returned to her seat. Their eyes met as he caught a whiff of her musky scent. His dick pressed against his zipper as he imagined what she had just been doing. She smiled and winked and went straight back to work on her dinner. On the drive home they fondled each other both becoming breathless and so aroused she was afraid he would shoot his load before they'd even gotten started. When they arrived home he knew she was tipsy and couldn't wait to have sloppy drunk sex with her. After closing the door they began to pull at each others clothes while they kissed feverishly. She stopped him at their bedroom door, placing her hand on his naked chest. "I have a confession to make." She whispered; he nodded. "I was a bad girl at the party." She tilted her head down and to the left so she could look at him shyly out of the corner of her eye behind heavy lids. His hands began to stroke her arms. "What did you do?" he asked gently already knowing what she had done but was going to actually say it? "I masturbated in the bathroom." She said almost inaudibly. His cock jerked she never used that term. "What prompted that?" He stepped closer, his hand turning and raising her face to his. "I... kept seeing... um... fantasizing." "Go on... fantasizing about what?" "Giving them a show." She said tentatively not sure how to express what she saw in her head. "What kind of show?" The bulge in his pants strained to be released. "I can't say." She whimpered "Yes, you can." He stepped close enough to feel her breasts touching his strong chest. "Tell me, baby." "Can I show you?" She nearly squeaked and he nearly came. He nodded, unable to find his voice. She crawled up on the bed back against the headboard, her legs stretched out straight in front of her, eyes closed. She couldn't do it. "Please show me." He whispered Gradually her thighs relaxed and she spread them as she pulled her knees up. Eyes still closed she brought her hand up and laid it on her thigh her finger drawing tiny circles. Her movements stopped and his heart sank but before he could say anything her hand darted quickly to her shaven lips. She ran her fingers so softly along her damp slit as she remembered all those eyes on her. Her thighs parted further as she dipped her finger into her body pulling her juices up to her hard little clit, just as he had done a hundred times. In her minds eye she saw the men's cocks pushing their trousers out; she felt the women's heated gazes as well and that drove her further into her fantasy. He leaned back against the wall, throbbing cock in hand as he watched the woman he loved making love her own body, God, what a display, laid out before him like a piece of art to be studied and adored. Her breaths and sighs filled the room and his senses as he watched her face blush with arousal, her tongue darting out between her lips. He knew she was close as the soft coos intensified; her sounds risings in crescendo as she reached climax. The dance of her fingers slowed until she was cupping her mound, her face reddened, had she really just done that? Was her husband really there or was this just another one of her fantasies? She grew brave enough to open one eye and then two as she saw the man she loved standing across the room, his body tense, his cock thick and rigid wrapped tightly in his hand. "Baby, that was so hot!" he whispered his voice thick with desire. She smiled shyly knowing she should be embarrassed but loving the effect it had on her husband, his response was exactly what she had imagined all those people feeling in her fantasy. She lifted and opened her arms to him, wanting him so much. He came willingly, kneeling on the edge of the bed he traveled the distance to her on his hands and knees. Sitting back on his knees he pulled her to him lifting her bottom with his hands while his lips found hers hungrily. She fell against him her soft skin blazing; her hand reaching for his hard staff she pressed it against her still throbbing clit and as he pulled her closer, his hand still cupping her ass his entire length entered her in one stroke. They made love several times that night, it was a turning point in their relationship but seemed so far from the present. As those memories filled her she wept, tears for her husband who loved her so, tears for the changes fate had made in her and in their lives, and tears for the lover she'd never meet. Long Distance Love Ch. 06 Chapter 6 The phone rang early, it had been a few days and she was sure her lover was dying to know if she was in fact going to meet him. She pulled the covers over her head and sighed dramatically. "What am I going to do?" Her body was already at attention, her nipples hard, her sex throbbing she wanted him so badly it hurt. But she couldn't answer the phone. How could she possibly meet him? She already knew too well the pain her illness caused could she really do that to him? If she agreed to meet him her reality would invade their fantasy... that movie played over and over. How could she explain that youth and beauty had passed? He was health, vitality and raw sex all the things she was not. To him the prospect of death was just some far off, barely acknowledged hypothetical. A debt to be paid off in a future he couldn't imagine. Other than her husband only the doctors and nurses knew what had been left behind on her body after the disease retreated. Before she had gotten sick she had had plenty of opportunities to have affairs. Her husband worked long hours, often out of town and he'd prefer to spend is off time hanging with the boys. She had her own busy life: a full time career in theatre that began when she was just 7. As her career progressed she did everything from ballet to opera to her favorite pastime of singing with a big band. She'd been born too late to be part of the days when swing was just being born but her dream was to sing with the legends like Benny Goodman, The Dorsey Brothers, Count Basie, and Duke Ellington. Oh, to be Ella Fitzgerald or Billie Holiday. Her days were filled with rehearsals and her nights performances. There was something about being on stage that always brought her nipples to a peak, even as a young girl she craved the attention and lived for the high of performing and the applause would make her insides quiver. And when they would come back stage to meet her, the men would have that hungry look and the women would twitter about all leading to pure sexual energy. No matter where she performed there was always a few men sparring for her attention and on occasion even a few women. It thrilled her that they wanted her, she wanted them to want her and in that wanting she found out exactly how sexual and orgasmic she was. There was one time in those years that she almost gave in to her desires. The circumstances were just right leading to the perfect night... all after a huge fight with her husband. She was at "The Old Piano Bar" on that Thursday night, a small smoky place that reminded her of the old juke joints down south. The pianist, Kevin had been a regular feature there for years and on this one occasion she found herself there with a few girl friends. Kevin played the kind of music she liked... the old standards... and she spent many nights there humming along as he tickled the ivories and tickled her musical heart. The man was a walking jukebox you name the song and he could play it. This particular night she and the girls were several drinks in when Kevin came by the table during his break. "How are you lovely ladies doing this evening?" he asked. He looked sharp in that nice black suit, white shirt and the most beautiful purple tie. "We're doing great, Kevin, but you could make it better!" Bella flirted mercilessly. He blushed and laughed politely and asked what he could do to "make it better". "Let her sing." Bella pointed at her, her jaw dropped as she shook her head. Kevin looked at her his brows raised in surprise. "I didn't realize you sing." Their eyes met and there was an instant connection. She stumbled over her words acknowledging that she did in fact sing but didn't wish to do so now. "Oh, but you must!" He insisted "You could really liven this place up." She continued to shake her head no. "What can I say to convince you?" he smiled that sexy smile and she relented. "That worked!" Bella said her tinkling laughter ringing out over the room. "Ok, Ok, I'll sing." She stuck her tongue out at Bella only to illicit more laughter. No one knew how wet she was at that moment but he couldn't help but notice her nipples pressed against the silk of her blouse. Kevin was a handsome man, slightly older, but in great shape and damned if he didn't play a mean piano... if he could sing as well as he played he would truly be the Perfect Man. He placed his hand every so slightly on the small of her back, his skin searing her flesh through the silky shirt and he led her to the piano as the girls came up to sit directly at the piano bar. "Alright, Kevin, make it At Last in A minor, 4 measures out, please." He was impressed and nodded as his hands rose to the keys. The response was explosive and she felt that familiar warmth spread across her face and chest and between her milky thighs. The cries for more went beyond her friends and all the way back to the bartender as she shivered with pure delight... this was the kind of music that rocked her soul. "What's next?" Kevin whispered a huge smile on his face; she hadn't noticed the dimples until that moment. "How about Fever in G, up half a step on the last verse." "I like your taste." If he had only known the double entendre of his words. She sang all her favorites that night, Sentimental Journey, The Blues in the Night, Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy, Why Don't You Do Right, Java Jive and ended the night with Stuff Like That There and she was breathless with excitement. Kevin could sing alright, he'd come in with harmonies on Java Jive that sent her clit a ticking. And as their eyes met again the link between them was fused. He was the musical match to her musical spirit. She said good bye to the girls saying she wanted to talk with Kevin about singing there on a regular basis, legitimate and true, but there was more to her intention. They sat close at a small table over a cup of coffee the conversation strictly business and she found that she was as attracted to his mind as she was to his body and his music. There were brief lapses in their discussion where they would stare into each others eyes and she swore she saw the same longing in his that she knew showed in hers. He laid his hand next to hers on the table and let his thumb rest on top of hers sending a jolt of electricity straight down her spine and into the heart of her womanhood. The canned music silenced and the spell was broken. She looked away quickly feeling a blush rise to her cheeks and no words were said as he walked her to her car. He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips, she knew she should pull back but she wanted to taste his kiss. The fire of desire pushing her closer to him, lips more firmly placed until he pulled back slightly. She felt his arms wrapping around her warmly, pressing her breast against his heated chest, she closed her eyes as he leaned in again lips meeting lightly. She felt his lips open, his tongue and breath filled her mouth she moaned softly. She hadn't felt another's kiss in years and she was intoxicated by his. "God, your so beautiful and your voice is amazing." He whispered huskily as he kissed his way to her neck nibbling on that sweet spot behind her right ear. Her body was on fire as she pressed herself against him fully, her hands snaking around his neck. Her ragged breathing encouraged him as he kissed her again more firmly this time, tongues sliding and gliding around in the warm recess of her mouth, his hands stroking up and down her back. She drank deeply of him, felt him stiffen against her hip and she was lost. "I live close." He said against her ear "Please let me make love to you." She wanted him and it was wrong but she heard the angry words she shared with her husband earlier and his final parting shot of asking for a divorce and her decision was made. "I'll follow you." She said in breathless anticipation. The drive over set her nerves on edge, her pussy aching and her clit throbbing. She squeezed her thighs tightly around the burning and tried to focus on the road. She kept hearing him say Divorce over and over; she pressed down on the accelerator wanting to be in Kevin's arms, feeling him touching and kissing every inch of her body, wanting what had been hard and resting against her hip inside her wet love canal. Her love life prior to her husband was limited to a few yucky kisses and a lot of dry humping but this was a grown man, experienced and a fabulous kisser. She came there in the car just thinking about feeling another man making love to her. She followed Kevin through a few turns but when they pulled in the driveway she couldn't get out of her car. As much as she wanted this man to make love to her she couldn't seem to get her limbs to move, her husbands face flashing in her minds eye. He came to her door reaching to open it but she locked it and told him she couldn't do it as tears streamed down her face. "Please, I'm so sorry... I just can't do this." "Did I do something? Are you ok?" his concern apparent "No, No! I just can't do this to my husband. I'm so sorry." She sobbed now, her eyes begging for him to understand. "Sshhh it's ok, it's ok." He said through the closed window "Listen, please come back to the club and sing with me, ok? We'll keep it strictly business, I promise. Next Thursday, right?" She nodded but doubted she would be brave enough to face him again. When he arrived home in the early hours of morning he found her asleep on the sofa with their wedding album in her lap. Obviously they didn't get a divorce but the battle to save their marriage had been won that night as he carried her to bed. Long Distance Love Ch. 07 Her career flourished over the next several years. She was busy and happy, her marriage was solid and she was grateful for the man that stood beside her. Her fantasy lover became that memory that woke her every morning and he was always there in her spirit when she sang. For that was what they had shared so passionately... aside from the countless whispered explosions, of course. He would often sing to her as they came down from the peaks and she to him. They spoke in song lyrics, their language was sacred...they were two eternal souls that happened to connect on a cosmic level she would never understand. But its existence shamed her. The guilt of her real indiscretion also haunted her. Her fantasy lover seemed the biggest sin for the connection was so spiritual yet nothing physical had transpired and so she held that in her heart, in her soul and carried that guilt within her. However, the brief exchange with Kevin would seem the only real offense and despite their encounter on that Thursday night, she did indeed sing with him again... just about every Thursday and Friday for the next 7 years that she wasn't otherwise engaged. They flirted with one another mercilessly and each enjoyed the passion they shared for music and so they let it be just that and nothing more. At last her life seemed so full and perfect... and then it happened. She swore it was just a sore throat but to a singer that could be serious so she always wanted to nip it in the bud and called to see her doctor. She waited patiently as the nurse took her temp and pulse, her weight had risen but only a few pounds nothing to be concerned about. Dr. Olsen was a great doctor, he was handsome and caring and he was 3 months YOUNGER than her and she hated that. How could a "doctor" be younger then her? She still felt like she was 20 but knew a hell of a lot more at 36. He did the usual once over, told her to say aaaahhhhh and then he felt her throat to check for swelling in the tonsils. Their professional relationship had been ongoing for nearly 7 years so he knew she sang and what her major concerns were. Rotating his fingers here and there, behind her ears and down her neck then back up her throat and down the jaw line each time he stopped at the same point and rotated his fingers. There at the base of her neck, the right side, where the throat starts to slope over the collar bone. He asked if it hurt, she said no. More probing.... say aaahhhhh again. Damn, that meant 1 week on meds, no singing, no talking. She'd miss at least 4 rehearsals, 2 gigs and a music theory class at the college. But at least they caught it early. "You know, Dawn, you've got some swelling here I don't like." "Damn, I thought you were trying to get cozy with me." she giggled and he nudged her shoulder like a teenager. "So let's do some test, ok. I'm sure it's nothing but with that voice of yours we've got to be sure." The day they told her she had cancer she knew that everything would change. Her family, her husband, even her friends would come to pity her and she hated the idea. She didn't really feel different, at least not yet, she felt strong and healthy as she walked to her car. No tears had come yet, no mourning or fear. She had to hold that at bay, she wasn't ready. She decided before she started the car that she would not tell Dominic that night. That last night would be dedicated to pure fantasy... she wanted to fulfill every wish that came to her husbands lips and those that she sought in her imaginations. A night of bliss before he... before they knew the truth. And she knew exactly how to make that happen. She pulled in the parking lot of the strip mall to find it relatively empty despite several businesses. She'd seen the XXX sign a million times and would never have imagined herself going inside but she parked, glanced quickly in the mirror her eyes never meeting her own in reflection. The bell rang lightly when she entered and she was relieved to see a woman working behind the counter. She was shy and she could feel the blush covering her face and chest as she walked down the aisles. First to the clothes to ease herself in, she sorted through the racks and held out a nice black 2 piece number in leather and lace, she smiled as she knew it would surprise her relatively conservative husband. Oh, Dominic was willing to think outside the box, she just hadn't given him the chance. But again how can a woman ask for what she needs if it remains a mystery even to her. The movie section was next and she couldn't ignore the fact that her panties were wet as she viewed all the dirty pictures... which movie would be right? It appeared they had a little of everything and she nearly choked when she saw some of the raunchier titles. Her eyes settled on one that caused her thighs to twitch. One gorgeous woman with a man at each end, one rod filling her mouth and the other her taking her from behind; the damp warmth started to spread through her core as she turned the case over and saw the snapshots on the back. Yes, this was the right one and she tucked it under her arm with the black leather doilies she intended on wearing. Dawn glanced up at the woman behind the counter, she seemed involved in her book and oblivious to her presence as she continued over to the glass shelves that housed a menagerie of vibrators, dildos, rings, bondage accoutrements and a few things she couldn't even fathom but dead center third shelf down held the prize she coveted. It was beautiful, if a dick could be such a thing, its shape was perfect and exact in every detail. She stared intently through the packaging eyeing each vein, the bulbous head and heavy balls. It looked so real and according to the package it was jelly and guaranteed to satisfy. She squeezed her thighs tightly together as she imagined being filled like the woman in the photos, she rocked back and forth ever so slightly, the friction stimulating her distended clit. Her eyes closed for a second as she felt a mini explosion radiate through her. She grabbed the dildo, paid for her wicked treasures and ran to her car as quickly as possible. That night after dinner as they cuddled in their usual spot she asked if he felt like watching a movie. She could tell he was already gearing down for sleep but she also knew what was in store and didn't think he'd mind missing a few z's. "Sure" he said yawning behind his hand "What do want to watch?" "I bought a new movie today." She got up, tightened her robe around her, and walked over to the DVD, her face was on fire, she didn't dare look at him or she risked chickening out. She turned the lights out, snuggled next to him and pressed play. You could have peeled his jaw off the ground when the movie started, it seems the video she bought was just the "hot parts" of various movies and the opening scene was already at the point where the excitement had risen, their bodies sweaty with exertion as she gobbled down one cock while pile driving her body on another. "What the..." Dominic said turning to face her as she stood and dropped her robe. His eyes were wide as saucers as he saw her in her naughty little get up. "You like?" she asked impishly "Oh my God, Dawn... where in the hell did you get that? You look amazing!" She was glad she'd chosen the leather and lace it elicited the exact response she wanted. The triangles of the bra top where edged with leather, the centers sheer black lace, fringe hanging down her taut pale belly; the bottoms a thong of leather with the black lace for the crotch and more fringe tickling her bottom. She turned around for him and laughed with delight as he raked over her with his eyes. The movie shifted to another scene with a guy sitting back on a couch with a beautiful petite blonde straddling his lap with another stud standing next to her. They became engrossed as the blonde struggled to keep the cock wedged in her mouth while riding the other furiously. Their dirty talk rose in crescendo as she bounced up and down. Dominic looked over at her; he knew she was already hot and that her pussy was by now twitching and seeping. But he still didn't know what had brought on these bold actions. "What are you up to, you little minx?" he reached for her but she moved away to the other end of the couch. "Promise not to be mad?" she said seriously and he just nodded, something wonderful happened every time she said that. "I just thought that maybe tonight we could start a new tradition: Fantasy Night. Are you game?" she said with eager anticipation emboldened by the high his reaction was giving her. "Definitely. Let's start with your fantasy." He had gathered from the scenes that she wanted a threesome and hoped he could bring it all to life for her. He was surprised once again when she pulled the jelly dildo out and his cock jerked in his lap. "I want to feel like her, Dom." She pointed to the tv and handed him the toy "Will you help me?" he stood and pulled her to him in a crushing hug, his staff stabbing at her belly. The sounds of sex in the background led them further down the path of her fantasy. He kissed her passionately, his tongue spiraling wildly with hers. Her arms wound around him pulling him closer until she was breathless and trembling. She pushed him down to lay on the couch gently never losing contact with his lips as she knelt beside him. Her hands traveled over his brawny chest as their kiss deepened sparking licks of fire scorching their way through her body as her hand traveled lower; down is abs, along the side of his rigid length and down his thigh. She stood and bent over taking him in her hands while the movie changed to another scene with new players and new positions. As she lowered her mouth onto him he strained against the warm recess, wanting to hold on, to satisfy her desire. He reached down and grabbed the root clutching tightly fighting back the orgasm that was so close. He pulled her closer, lifting her thigh over him so she was in the perfect position for him to lick her sweet pussy into a few mind altering explosions before completing his own. He could see her lips were puffy and full, her jewel swollen and peeking out from beneath its hood through the black lace. He brushed his tongue across the material breathing in her musky scent which coaxed a small sigh against his shaft. He licked again then sucked her lips into his mouth lace and all. The redhead on the screen was a screamer and this pushed Dawn further as she sighed and moaned with her mouth full. He tugged at her thong pulling it to the side so he his tongue could dive in between her nether lips. She stopped dead when he pressed the head of the dildo against her clit, then gliding it along the inflamed cleft. "Dom" she said in breathless anticipation; that was all the encouragement he needed and he slid the cock in her with one thrust. She came immediately while she inhaled him like she had never before; she pressed back against each plunge her orgasm peaking and moving right into the next. "God, baby" he strained "I can't hold on." "Cum for me baby" she whispered while stroking him, her tongue flicking wildly across the sensitive underside of his head. The first release sprayed up onto her face and mouth, the next across her large breasts and the rest on his belly below. Her body quaked, her thighs quivered and she shuddered as he watched her pussy clench and spasm around her toy just as it did his; her moist folds dripping while she sobbed. He turned her and pulled her up to him, laying her body on top of his, her face directly inline with his. He wiped her tears and smiled. "Was that ok? Are we ok?" her eyes searched his looking for disapproval but only finding love and that sleepy look he always got after they made love. "I have never seen anything more beautiful then that. That was the sexiest thing I have ever experienced and god, how I love you." Then his lips touched hers in the sweetest kiss and she gushed wickedly "Guess that means we can keep Fantasy Night?" "Hell, yeah!" and she squealed as he tickled her. Everything else was gone for that one night; all the things she didn't want to know could wait until morning. But for that night she was blissfully happy and wrapped warmly in her husbands arms. One year later she'd been all sliced and diced, poked, prodded, pumped full of poison to the point of no return and yet the aching throb in her center told her she was still alive. The doctors told her that she had highly elevated levels of hormones because of the particular strain of malady... most noticeably testosterone. Well that certainly explained her constant arousal... inside she was a GUY. But it was the scars, the difference in her and the change in how he treated her that made her feel less as a woman, less as a wife and lover and it marred her strength of mind as much as her body. Long Distance Love Ch. 08 Dominic loved Dawn, would have changed places with her in a heartbeat. However, as the process of treatment began something changed. He found that he couldn't handle the physical reality of what she was experiencing and he hated himself for it. If he let his mind actualize her treatment he choked back tears and a fear he'd never felt before. He did what he could, he worked hard to assure her the best medical care, took care of the household, the mundane things like chores and went to doctors appointments when he could but for the most part her mother took on the majority of the burden. Dawn understood why Dominic couldn't handle it and was, in some ways, relieved that he could remain in the dark about certain things. But there was still a small part of her that felt abandoned. His warm full bodied bear hugs became soft embraces, their teasing and wrestling like kids became gentle shoulder shoves and love pats and when he looked at her the fire that was there was replaced with sheer panic and pity. Every move she made him twinge with fear and "Are you ok?" was in the structure of every single sentence he spoke. The joyous passion they shared was gone. No lifting her to the kitchen counter... no reckless abandon... no sofa quickies... no Fantasy Nights with costumes and toys and definitely no fucking. But he held her every night and his displays of affection were often. In those first few months he couldn't even embrace her let alone make love for fear of hurting her. But she needed him so badly. Despite the chemical warfare the one constant that reminded her she was alive still throbbed and ached between her creamy thighs. She still woke with the same arousal and deep need. A few weeks into treatment she lay in the hospital bed, sick and tired of being sick and tired. Her body was tight and strung like steel wires. Although she had a private room she had been unable to sleep let alone bring herself to climax and yet her body needed that release so desperately. Dom came to visit late that night and as had become routine he crawled into bed next to her, she wrapped herself around him and found some peace there in his arms. The nurses were generally busy after dinner had been served, setting up pills and syringes full of toxic waste for her and those in the ward around her, so they were rarely interrupted and usually Dawn was able to get a few peaceful hours of sleep. But not this night. She fidgeted and squirmed until Dom finally asked. "Baby, are you ok? Am I hurting you?" He started to pull away but she wrapped her arms around him tighter. The tears welled in her eyes as she turned her face down. "What is it, Dawn?" he whispered "I can't say." She muffled back a small sob. "Yes, you can, baby." His tenderness tugged at her, he loved her so much. "I need something." She said hesitantly. He didn't understand until her eyes met his and he saw that smoky look he knew so well. "Do you want me to help you." he whispered against her ear, she nodded slightly while the tears continued to flow. "Are you sure?" she nodded again choking back the sob of need rising in her throat. He shifted onto his left side, pulled her head to rest on his bicep and covered them with the light blankets around her. His hand cupped her cheek and he pressed a light kiss against her mouth, thumbing away the tears that wet her face, and then kissing her again this time sweeping his tongue against her lips. Her breathing deepened as his hand slid softly down her cheek, passed the bandages at her throat, down her left arm around the iv plugged into the crook of her arm. His fingers found their way to the curls at the top of her mound and he pressed his warm palm against it; letting his fingers rest lightly on the outer lips of her vagina. He began to stroke up one side and down the other, brushing just slightly over her pearl causing it to harden and grow. Her breath quickened as each pass pressed harder against her clit. She raised her left leg at the knee giving him better access to the part of her that needed his touch; the warmth and sweet scent of her arousal rising from her center. His middle finger drew moisture from between her cleft; pulled it up and began to swirl around and across her clit until she was nearly breathless; he continued to work the bud until her body quivered with spasm after spasm. She leaned into him breathless and weeping while his arms enfolded her. He felt her body start to relax he knew she would soon be drifting off so he whispered quietly against her ear "Feel better, baby?" A soft whimper, a deep sigh and slight nod was her reply before sleep overcame her. He cried while he lay there cradling her, her cheeks still damp with tears and flushed with fever. Not sure he could survive all that was coming. And so the next 11 months were filled with constant medical bullshit. Dominic continued to waver between being 'in' the experience and not wanting to know anything and yet he remained attentive and caring. A month after coming home from the hospital Dawn was feeling restless and tense, so she filled the Jacuzzi tub, lit a few candles, turned on some smooth jazz and laid back in the hot water with a sigh. She traced the slice along her throat, just above the collar bone running from side to side, it had required 37 stitches to close it; and then just above that she touched the tracheotomy scar that was the closest to your vocal chords and had almost taken her voice. Further up and to the right side was the half moon shaped scar from the initial biopsy. Her hand sank lower until she found the holes where the multiple feeding tubes had been connected just below her ribs and then to the right side where small insertion ports would be connected to a beeper sized machine that pumped contaminants into her on a regular basis. She had touched the scars often as they healed but had not been brave enough to see the results more directly. Her familiar need began radiating from her core and she parted her thighs in the warm water, sliding her hands up and down her body, along her thighs and up her sides then down between her breasts. She turned the jets on and felt the pulsations down her back and along her sides. She found that if she rotated slightly to the side one jet sent bubbles dancing along her throbbing folds; rocking back and forth she allowed the strong jet to stimulate her clit and then moved away and then back again until her eyes closed and she arched, riding the cresting wave to its completion. Her breaths began to slow as she relaxed back into the warm water. She needed Dominic to make love to her... sweet and soft if that's what he wanted... but she needed to feel him stroking inside of her... She needed to feel beautiful, needed to feel alive and in love so she dug through her collection of pajamas and nighties and found the one that Dom liked best. It was a pink silk corset that pushed her ample breasts up and spilling over the edge with matching silk panties. She covered the outfit with a simple dress that clung to her figure but flared out and hung all the way to the ground; and a silk scarf tied loosely around her neck. She hadn't had the energy to do much so Dom was surprised to find her busy in the kitchen, the smell of fried chicken filling the air. She smiled as he entered the room. She was so beautiful to him and yet she seemed so frail that his heart ached. "Hi, honey." She said brightly "How was your day?" "Good, baby, but what are you doing? You should be resting!" he said embracing her tenderly. "I'm fine, Dom, really. So please stop looking at me like I'm going to collapse any second." She had dinner ready and on the table by the time he'd changed out of his work clothes. As usual he eyed her every move as she served their meal. She ignored his concerned stares and instead concentrated on the goal at hand which was to let Dominic know she was ready to make love. She reached for his hand often during dinner; she smiled and flirted but kept their conversation light and trivial. As they cleared the table she brushed up against him, her heat burning his skin. She came up from behind him, arms snaking around his torso as he washed the dishes; pressing her body against his, making sure that he knew without a doubt that she wanted him. He leaned back against her gently and breathed deeply; she could hear his heart beating and knew he wanted her too. Reaching around him she turned the warm water on and washed his hands with her own, fingers swirling and gliding, her eyes locked with his. Grabbing the towel she dried them quietly and in that moment of hush she rose up on her toes to press her lips to his softly. He wrapped his arms around her; gently pulling her to him, tucking her head beneath his chin. His breathing was rapid and shallow, his shaft full and throbbing against her belly. She stepped backwards and slowly lifted her dress up her creamy thighs and then passed her belly to reveal the corset she wore underneath. He caught his breath and his eyes widened in panic. He wanted her so badly, wanted to touch and hold her, to taste of her flesh... but he was so worried, he didn't want to rush or hurt her. Her fingers clasped his arms tightly and pulled him into her for a deeper kiss. He cupped her face, thumbs brushing across her flush cheeks, his eyes searching hers. Perhaps she wasn't ready for him but needed that release. "Do you need me to help you, love?" he asked remembering the night in the hospital. She nodded then kissed him again, deeper yet, her tongue pushing through his lips and into his hot mouth. He picked her up tenderly and carried her to their bed while their tongues continued to dance. She began to tremble as he removed his shirt but she noticed he left his pants on and climbed into bed next to her. He leisurely began to caress her face, fingers tracing each inch and burning them into his memory. Bringing his hand down her shoulder he avoided the scarf and the things she hated beneath it and continued to move down her thigh, then making the return journey up the other side. Her very essence was quivering as he shifted into a position that allowed him to reach her entire body. Her breath caught at the first sweep along the inside of her thigh and a quick fire burst; she felt the gentle rise of her first orgasm. He made his advance and maneuvered his middle finger up along the crevice between her legs to the spot he knew would send her over the edge. She sighed and squirmed as his pressure increased; she felt the heat rising from her core out to every single muscle, tendon, and bone until she arched her back, her body wrecked by spasms. He stroked the skin of her arm and whispered in her ear as she came down; he fought against the bulge in his pants until she reached down and grabbed him lightly through the material. She rolled into him and with her right hand still holding him; she struggled to undo his pants with the other. He helped her by sitting up and shedding his pants then lying back down so she could touch him again. She leaned in and placed kisses across his chest as she started to stroke his naked, swollen rod; pulling the soft flesh up and over the crown. Their breathing changed pace she matched the rhythm of her hand to the raging thump in his chest until she felt him tense. She grabbed his cock firmly at the base to stop his climax as he had taught her and looked up at him. "Please make love to me, Dom" she whispered and felt his body tense again "Dawn..." he hesitated "Are you sure?" She nodded; he saw the way her darkened eyes pleaded with him, her breath shallow and desperate. He responded with a soft kiss and a straining member. "What about the doctors?" "Its fine, I promise." She began stroking his shaft again "Please, Dom?" How could he deny her anything? He wrapped his arms around her and began pulling at the strings of her corset trying to remain calm and gentle. He trembled as he covered her face with kisses and freed her breasts from the silk while she tugged at her panties. The scars on her sides were covered so she felt free and she quivered with anticipation. Until he reached for the scarf around her neck and she stopped cold. "NO!" her body frozen with fear. "Baby, its ok." He said lifting his hand again; she bolted from the bed to the far corner, her eyes wide with dread. "Dawn, please, it doesn't matter." But the moment had been lost. It was bad enough he'd had to live through it all, he'd seen enough and she couldn't believe that he could still look at her the same way... when even see couldn't. Long Distance Love Ch. 09 Dawn had never been obsessed with looks but had spent her life in make up and knew the importance of appearance in her line of work. The scars made her feel ugly but more importantly they remind her of her mortality. The grim reaper had come for her then and she knew he would come again. She had faced death and it had nearly defeated her and that made her feel ugly, too. Weak and frail was far uglier than the scars. As time passed Dawn's body continued to change but with the strength and love of her husband and her family she began to accept the transformation. Some days were harder than others but once the treatment phase had ended and her energy returned she started to feel like the old Dawn. Their playfulness returned and his fear eased a bit as the disease faded away. That first night with the pink corset had ended in disaster, however, with patience and persistence Dominic was able to work his way back into her arms. It had been several weeks since that fateful night and Dawn had relaxed at bit; only wearing the scarf when she went out. As the raw pink tenderness of new scars faded into skin tones their presence was less frightening but she still cringed when covering them with make up the best she could. A trip to the mall one afternoon found her wandering through Victoria's Secret in search of something beautiful to wear for Dom. She hadn't been there long when she found a gorgeous one piece in silver that looked more like two rubber bands sown together then lingerie; but what she liked most was the white feather boa meant to be wrapped around ones neck. Her cell phone rang as she paid for her purchase; it was Dom asking if she'd like to meet him for an early dinner at her favorite steak joint. She agreed and hurried to her car where she freshened her face, sprayed a dab of perfume, tried to calm the riot of curls on her head and then she headed to meet her love. They laughed and flirted over dinner and she felt that warmth threading out from her foundation. God, she loved him. His patience and warmth were her rock and she knew that he was a "survivor" too... that cancer had scarred him as well and that tormented her. If they'd never met he wouldn't have gone through all of that. A wise man once said "It is better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all." And she truly believed that on some level Dom felt that way. They started to kiss in the driveway and she giggled as he followed her inside, they would stop every few feet for long urgent strokes and passionate kisses. They jumped into the shower and spent what seemed like ages lathering each other up; fingers slippery and gliding everywhere easily. Dawn got out first and went to put on her new rubber band outfit and was lying provocatively on the bed when Dom came out. "Wow, looks like somebody has been shopping again. You've got to model that for me babe." Dom whistled as she stood up on the bed and turned around a few times so that he could fully appreciate the way the two swaths of cloth joined in her crotch and at the top of each shoulder; her large breast stilling out each side. The feather boa wrapped loosely around her neck. "Funny thing, Dawn." He said with a wicked grin "I've been shopping myself." Her heart began to slam in her chest, she caught her breath and her thighs twitched. "Remember Fantasy Night?" he asked; she nodded. "Well tonight its turn for one of my fantasies." He said and she could feel her temperature rising; she smiled slowly and said "I'm game!" "Good!" she watched his strong naked body as Dom pulled a bag out of the closet and brought it to the bed. They were both still damp from the shower, skin hot and between her thighs even hotter. Dom pulled the first item out of the bag and it was a blindfold, black silk, simple yet dark and concave enough to deprive her of sight. "You trust me right, baby?" he asked; again she nodded not able to speak as her spine began to tingle. "Then put on the blind fold; lie back in the center of the bed and get ready for some serious pleasure." The tingle was spreading out from her spine as she did what he asked. She could hear him rustling through the bag and wondered almost breathlessly what he had in store. With no sight she could smell him better... sense where he was in the room. He came up to her left side taking hold of her hand he gently lifted it up and over her head; then she felt the cool silk of a scarf as he tied one end firmly around her wrist and then the other to the bed post. His fingers skimmed along her body as he moved down to her left leg where he repeated the action of binding her foot to the post. At last she was fully bound and he asked "Are you ok, baby?" she nodded again as she began to pant with anticipation "You just say MERCY if I do anything you don't like, ok?" He began touching her on her feet; running his thumbs along the arches and then around the ankles and down to the toes. Each sweep took him further up her legs until his strokes were creeping up her thighs but avoiding the part that wanted to be touched the most. Then his fingertips draw little circles as he explores her fleshy tummy around the edges of the V shaped lingerie. "Your outfit is truly delightful." Dom's voice took on an authoritative tone she hadn't heard before. "Too bad it's only going to last a few more seconds." Her breath caught, her stomach flipped and her pussy jumped as she felt the cold steel of the scissors he was taking to her rubber band outfit. He cut and pulled the parts aside and let the metal rest against her inflamed skin for a moment before replacing its cold with his warm hand. He continued his inspection of her skin... touching everywhere except those areas that throbbed the worst. He came up her left side and she could feel the heat radiating off of him as he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on her full lips and then across the bridge of her nose, her eyes, along her brow brushing his entire body over hers until he was on the opposite side of the bed. He pushed his hands through her hair as he continued to kiss down along her jaw line and felt her tense as his mouth came close to the scar there, instead his lips touched hers and he pressed his tongue through her lips as he untied the boa. She tried to turn her head but he reached up with both hands full of feathers and cupped her cheeks so his tongue could continue to invade her mouth silencing any protest. He pulled back slightly and she felt the boa slip from behind her neck and knew that she was utterly and completely naked before him; a tear slipped out from behind the blindfold yet each inch of her body was on fire, her sex dripping with want, the tingle and the tears spilled forth as he came to rest between her thighs his weight pressing down on her breasts and her mound; his lips left hers and landed directly on the crescent shaped scar. "Dom, please, don't." she cried softly "Ssshhhh." His only reply as his tongue extended and traced the shape; tasting salty tears but not knowing if they were hers or his. His lips went lower and found the edge of the slice across her throat; he licked at the pink line and sucked gently along its length. Her body was raging and quivering but her head was still struggling and she cried out when his mouth engulfed the tracheotomy scar pulling the puckered skin into his mouth, his tongue exploring each inch of the hole... he knew she hated this one the most and so he continued to attack it with love until he felt her body rock and quiver through her orgasm. She sobbed while Dom caressed the scars with his fingers and lips. "You're beautiful, Dawn and these things don't matter, to me. I love you... ALL of you." he said as he gingerly removed the blind fold. He reached to free her limbs from their silken binding but she stopped him. "Dom...wait" she could barely speak she was so filled with emotion, her green eyes glazed and hooded. "Yes, baby?" She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. "Dawn what is it? Are you ok?" she nodded first then shook her head and said "I... please... I mean..." Dom was starting to get worried until she breathed deeply and said quietly "Please... do it again... while I don't have a choice... while I can't make you stop... please, God, please... do that again." He didn't have to ask what she meant and he dove at her throat with such passion and force that she was nearly crushed beneath him; but she welcomed his weight on top of her, rising and thrusting her body up to press against him as he ravaged the flesh at her neck. He felt her pulse quicken below her skin and he knew she was close to climaxing again; he rose up on his knees slightly and as she wrapped her legs around him he drove his cock home at the same time his mouth took in the worst of her scars. They rode that wave of crazed passion until the crest rose up and filled each molecule of her with pleasure. He thrust inside of her matching the intensity of his mouth on her scars until she exploded in a series of mind altering spasms; his rod so hard and so deep; feeling each contraction of her walls around him while his seed was buried even further. That night Dominic brought Dawn back to life; brought back the joy of a new day dawning; and though her constant need had always been there; now it was renewed and rejuvenated and burned hotter and more constant than ever before...but for her husband not a distant fantasy lover. Long Distance Love Ch. 10 Her recovery continued and she felt that need to sing and tried to decide what would be the best way to ease herself back on stage where she loved no NEEDED to be. Taking a year off could be detrimental to a singers' career but she felt confident that once she got those muscles working again she'd be show ready in no time. Her first thought was Kevin at The Old Piano Bar and she knew it was the perfect way to start. She remembered all the years they'd worked together and smiled... it would be ideal. And on that Thursday night she went to "The Old Piano Bar" to see her old friend. The canned music was playing but she saw the piano set up and knew he was there. Kevin came around the corner and instantly she was reminded of how much she was attracted to him, still, after all these years he was still in touch with her musical spirit. They embraced and as he pulled back their eyes met and she knew he was seeing the changes in her. She was sure it was kind of shocking for him literally seeing a "Before" picture in his mind to an "After" without the gradual progression that she experienced. "I know, Kevin. A lot has changed." She said quietly but noticed he hadn't changed at all. "You look beautiful Dawn." He said it so softly she thought she'd just imagined hearing him say what she wanted to hear. "Where have you been, girl?" "On another planet, my friend but now I'm back and I need to get back to my music. I was hoping to talk to you about that..." she let it trail with a smile and raised brows. "Are you kidding? I'd be thrilled! But I thought you were off doing the opera thing?" "Not for about a year now. I took a little sabbatical." She saw the look on his face as his eyes moved from hers across her face and down her neck; the way they opened wide and filled with pity. Goddamn it she hated that! "Yeah, that's a long story Kevin." She said feeling the need to acknowledge the scars and the time. "Well are you ready?" he said with a huge smile "At Last in A minor, 4 measures out, if I recall?" she smiled and nodded already vibrating from head to toe when he played the first chord. She was ALIVE and her spirits soared with the music; raising her up and out of that black hole she had been stuck in. By Friday night all the regulars knew that Kevin and Dawn were back at the Piano Bar and the place was brimming with faces she recognized including Dominic, Bella and her mom among so many others. It was one big party, not a bar with patrons and entertainment - it was family and Dawn felt so loved at that moment, but she also heard the whispers and read the questioning faces... she looked so different... and she couldn't help that so she let it all go with the strains of P.S. I Love You. Before long her career, though in smaller scale, began to thrive again and she began to truly feel like herself. The healing affect of music was always her saving grace and her body responded in its usual way... explosively. She was back as a regular at the Piano Bar and it was exactly where she wanted to be. Endless thrills and chills as she reveled in the spotlight once again. Her relationship with Dominic also thrived and they spent their days living, laughing and loving. Life had returned to normal but with more zeal; cancer was just a memory that only crept up on her when she put her make up on and then it was gone for the day. However, there was a bittersweet twist to all the sadness, she had learned a very valuable lesson from her experience and that was... The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return. Sounded so simple and yet it in its simplicity was her salvation. Learning to be loved again was so much harder then she had expected but Dom had been perfect and strong. Yes there were days they struggled but together they had survived the worst... together and that sealed their bond in a way that had only been hinted at before. Their fantasy nights filled all her wicked dreams, sweet morning love and afternoon naps completed the cycle. And then IT came back and the spiral to hell began all over again. She knew just from the look on their faces and this time she was defeated before they'd even begun to fight. She was numb and didn't remember driving home but when she arrived she went directly to bed; withdrew inside herself and sobbed as she concentrated on the life line that pulsed between her thighs, she couldn't feel anything else, the only part of her still alive was aching and throbbing at the tip of her fingers. This last round truly destroyed a part of her and she was desperate to touch something that wasn't tainted by the poison inside her and the added scars. She just wanted to BE and the sexual beast inside her was the only thing that remained untouched by illness. She often thought of her lover in California and remembered the passion they had shared and she ached for that connection. And in a weak and fragile moment she found his number and their magical, musical, sensual adventure began again. With HIM she was well and whole, still young and beautiful; even if only for those brief moments in the early morning hours. Flash to the present, 9 months had flown by in a medicated haze and her fantasy lover Graham was coming in a week. She did finally pick up the phone and talked dangerously about being brave enough to come meet him; it made her pulse quicken and her clit twitch. "Dawn" he whispered when he answered the phone and the heat and moisture flowed into her pussy. "I've missed you.... I need to see you... you will" they said between sighs and she cried as she came for him. This was it, she was dying, and this was her last chance to know the man who'd made love to her spirit for so long. Didn't she deserve just one night? Couldn't she live with the guilt? It wouldn't be long she told herself and she decided in that moment that she would meet him... no she HAD to meet him, to kiss and touch him, to sing with him, to feel him inside of her. "Graham, I've decided." She said as they snuggled in together in beds thousands of miles apart. He held his breath. Was he finally going to meet the woman he had dreamed about for years? Would he finally know the smell and taste of the most sensual creature he'd ever encountered? "And?" he said barely audible afraid to hope as his heart hammered in his chest. "I have to see you, lover. I have to know your body and feel you moving inside of me." The words spilled forth so fast she didn't have a chance to rethink "I've arranged everything, I'll be arriving Friday morning and not expected home until Saturday night. I can only hope that you would want that much time with me." Her mouth was dry and her pussy was wet but she couldn't breathe until he replied. "Dawn, I never even dreamed that I would be fortunate enough to glimpse your face for a second let alone an entire day and night!" he was breathless as well and her body surged with electricity her fate was sealed... she would have one night... she would make love to Graham the fantasy man she had imagined for so long. "Graham, there's something you should know before you decide." "No, there's nothing in the world that would stop me from finally meeting you." "But you don't understand." She whispered "The years have flown by, Dawn, we've both changed. I'm not the man you saw hiking mountains in those pictures." She laughed gently before he added "I know your face, Dawn, I know your heart, I know your spirit... I know YOU and that is who I want and need see. Nothing else matters." She sighed deeply as her heart rose to her throat and swallowed up the sob before it escaped her lips. "I will hold you to that, my love." She barely managed. "We will be all that we have been and more when I get to taste your sweet lips." His voice drifted off into a smile and he began to sing... "Never knew I could feel like this like I've never seen the sky before Want to vanish inside your kiss Every day I love you more and more Listen to my heart can you hear it sings Telling me to give you everything Seasons may change, Winter to Spring But I love you until the end of time Come what may Come what May I will Love you until My dying day" Her voice joined his and they continued "Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste It all revolves around you And there's no mountain too high No river too wide Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side storm clouds may gather and stars may collide But I love you until the end of time Come what may Come what may I will love you until my dying day" If he had only know the truth of those words. Long Distance Love Ch. 11 Dawn spent the remaining days in absolute panic, vacillating between the sins imagined and sins to be committed. She and Bella took one afternoon so she could find the perfect outfits to wear for Graham and to discuss their strategy. She wanted to feel sexy and beautiful but would settle for looking her best. As they shuffled through the racks of clothes Dawn could feel Bella's eyes on her face and she responded to the unasked questions "Yes, Bella, I've told him that you are coming. We're meeting in the Palm dining room at 11:30 for lunch and then you are free to wander and molest whomever you choose." She laughed because although Bella was a big talker she didn't necessarily walk the walk. But Dawn knew B would have a day full of shopping, champagne, spa treatments and then dancing; she had been fortunate that Bella was willing to help her live out a dream and she grabbed her hand across the racks and said "Thanks again, B" "Quit thanking me... you're paying for the champagne!" they laughed as they carried their haul over to the dressing rooms chatting all the while about shoes and accessories needed. She was sure that once he saw her he wouldn't want to do anything but talk so she wanted to look her best and feel like herself... like her old self while ignoring the shock and pity in his eyes and his feeble attempts at an excuse to leave. She would be happy with just talking to him but still knew the rejection would sting. For their arrival on Friday morning she chose a simple sundress with the thin straps and the deep v neck bodice made of soft denim with a long flowing skirt that fell from just below her breast down to her ankles; the print was wild and featured classic Japanese dragons, koi fish and peonies and conveniently had a matching scarf and a pair of simple flat sandels. It made her feel young and free and the empire waistline accented her full breasts and hips. Dawn and Bella arrived at the resort and they were like kids as they checked in and raced for their rooms all the while laughing and giggling. They had just an hour before Graham was to arrive, Dawn was filled with anticipation and the waiting was excruciating but his seminar would be ending and soon they would be standing face to face. There was a basket of fresh fruits and snacks plus a full bar in the suite along with flowers and champagne all courtesy of Bella Dawn squeezed her tight and whispered "Bella, please tell me I'm doing the right thing." "Dawn, we're talking about one night here. It's not like you're going home and packing up your life and moving to California. Worry about the guilt next week, ok?" Her voice tightened "You deserve this experience and I know if there is a god up there surely he will see the price you've already paid and pardon you completely. I know I shouldn't say that, I should be encouraging you to stay faithful to Dominic but I can't. Girl, I love you and have watched you suffer so much... I would carry the guilt for you if I could." A single tear slid down Bella's cheek but Dawn knew what that cost... because Bella DID NOT cry. They freshened up and took the elevator up to the Palm Dining Room; as the doors opened and they stepped through Dawn felt a surge of heat and a tingle from the far end of the room and when she looked in that direction she saw him standing there. He was still in his suit and his face positively beamed with the biggest smile as he walked towards her. There was no one else in that room, nothing else existed but the two of them making their way to each other, the biblical parting of the red seas. As they met they fell into a strong embrace like the long lost friends they were; each breathing in the scent of the other and reveling in the bolts of electricity surging through their bodies. He pulled back, cupped her face and said softly "Dawn, you look beautiful." She lowered her eyes and placed her hands on top of his and returned "So do you." Their eyes locked and the energy between them was almost corporeal; he didn't appear to be shocked and she saw no pity reflected... yet . They struggled to break the connection as Bella cleared her throat a time or two. Dawn giggled and introduced them "Graham this is my best friend, Bella. Bella this is my.... Graham" as she stammered and blushed "Pleasure to finally meet you, Bella, Dawn has told me so much about you." "Pleased to meet you as well, unfortunately, Dawn hasn't told me nearly enough about you." which she finished with her tinkling laugh as they sat in the booth. They all kept the conversation light as they ate lunch. Dawn couldn't stop the fluttering in her stomach; nor the stirring between her thighs and her eyes only left his face to explore the other areas of him. He'd removed his jacket and she could see the wide shoulders beneath the tailored shirt; his hands were big and strong; and his belly taut. His eyes were exactly as she'd remembered them from the pictures, his smile even more engaging and his face more rugged and handsome although a bit older. Still he was what her mind and body had imagined and it sent shivers down her spine as she met his eyes again. There was no mistaking the look, her green eyes were at half mast and dark, her bottom lip caught between her teeth sending his senses soaring through the roof. He knew from their time together that at the moment she had her thighs clenched together around her throbbing core and he brought his hand up to rest just above her knee under the table and felt the tense quadriceps and knew he was right. She blushed as Bella continued rambling on about who knows what while her adorable dragon panties were getting wet. After they had finished lunch Bella began to regale Graham with yet another tale to Dawns embarrassment just like a mother bringing out naked baby pictures and showing them to your first date; so she kicked Bella's shin under the table. "Hey!" "Oh Yes look at the time... I know Bella... such a shame you have to run but you don't want to be late for your massage!" Dawn laughed as she rose to see Bella off and Graham came to his feet, extended his hand which Bella pushed away and pulled him into a hug. "You hurt her I'll kill you." Then pulled back and with her sweetest June Cleaver smile patted his cheeks twice, kissed Dawn and then made her exit from the dining room in such a grand way that only Bella could pull off. They had moved to the lounge and they sat there for a while just talking over cognac and holding hands. A piano man came in and started tinkling the ivories while he told her of his marriage and divorce, his successes and failures and then became quiet as his thumb caressed the top of her hand. She knew he was waiting for her to fill her blanks and so stumbled "What have I been doing? I just started singing again at this little piano bar and I love it a lot. But I really haven't been singing for the past year." Her voice trailed off and she tugged subconsciously on the scarf as she hummed along to a John Coltrane song. He loved the way she nibbled on her bottom lip and he leaned in for a sweet kiss catching Dawn off guard. But just that brief meeting of lips sent a course of tremors through her body and she caught her breath. "Why hadn't you been singing, love, it was always your passion?" "Things kind of got in the way for a while." He could sense that she was nervous now and he wanted to reassure her by bringing his fingers forward to touch her face starting with her lips and then her nose, the rise of her brow and the blush of her cheeks. Once again they existed in their own bubble as everything was drown out by the music until she felt his hand on her neck and she tightened and he misread her reaction "Dawn, are you ok? We don't have to do anything you don't." his brow furrowed "No, Graham, I'm fine... really. It's just... perhaps we can go somewhere a little quieter for a bit?" They made their way outside and meandered through the pool and trail areas. He was a perfect gentleman helping her with her seat, opening doors, and elevators... holding her hand or letting his rest on the sway of her back until they stood alone beneath the sun surrounded by the sound of the tumbling creek and the foliage. He turned to face her and their heated gaze met as he stepped into her, his hands on her arms their bodies so close. She leaned into him and they fit together exactly as she had dreamed like to peas in a pod, like a perfect jigsaw puzzle piece. Their arms pulled them closer together and their kiss deepened; heads dipping and turning so their tongues could taste and savor the flavor of the other. He broke the kiss slowly taking several moments to pull back and apart completely; he pressed his lip to her right ear and then dipped lower to the spot just below her lobe he knew would make her squirm but she pressed her hands against him... it was too close and she wasn't ready. She captured his mouth again with hers; her kiss was strong yet timorous and she sighed deeply into him. His tongue joined hers twirling around and invading each corner of her hot mouth and he felt her begin to quiver; one hand leaving her waist to gently cup her buttocks and another intertwined in her lush red curls; pressing the length of his hardness against her belly. They panted and devoured each other until he heard the telltale coo that signals her imminent release and he continued to kiss her but opened his eyes so he could finally see her as he heard her cum. She broke the kiss and let her head fall back and her eyes close; she leaned fully against him their bodies sealed as one and he felt the tremor shoot through her and watched her beautiful face contort with pleasure in the beautiful sun, her breaths came in gasps and tones he'd heard a hundred times, but to see the pure joy on her face that accompanied her sounds sent a drop of glistening cum down his thigh. Long Distance Love Ch. 12 As they walked back towards the pool area they were linked by their arms; their steps in time with the other; they didn't rush but each knew where their feet were headed and in silent anticipation they strolled together. Dawn gave Graham the key and before long they were seated in the living room; champagne in hand, radio on and knee deep in musical conversation. She sat Indian style facing him at one end of the small sofa with his long legs stretched sideways so that he too was looking straight at her. "So you never answered me. Why did you stop singing?" Graham asked The time had come and she finally felt ready to share the darkest part of herself. "Well, like I said it's a long story..." she stopped and he reached for her hand taking it softly in his while his thumb drew circles in her palm. "We have all night, babe. Please tell me." And she did. She told him everything; sparing the gory details of course but still hinting at the scars left behind. When she finished she looked down into her lap not wanting to see the pity on his face she knew would be there now. Graham shifted and suddenly she was wrapped in his thick arms; and her heart hammered and her body tingled as he whispered against her ear "Dawn, you are the bravest, strongest woman I've ever known. I loved you already but to know what you've survived... I am in awe of you, love!" She pulled back from the embrace preparing herself for the rejection she was expecting only it didn't come. Her eyes met his and there was no pity, no sympathy, there was passion, love and lust... and her body began to melt for him. He pulled her up from the sofa and into a slow dance to the tones of smooth jazz dancing around the room. Their bodies joined together and she was so content to be tucked there under his chin, against his strong body, his cologne blending perfectly with his scent. There was no denying the sheer sexual masculinity he exuded and she once again found herself feeling ugly and scarred; she took a deep breath and tried to calm the tensing muscles; she felt him draw her closer and he whispered sssshhhhh as they continued to circle and rock to their beating hearts. He pulled back bringing his hands to her cheeks, touching her lips with his ever so lightly and then again, pressing harder until they were locked in a deep soul searing kiss. She reached for his shirt, slowly undoing each button before pulling it down his muscular shoulders and tossing it away; then lower tugging at his belt and zipper never losing contact with his invading mouth until at last he was standing naked before her. She brought her hands up to his face running her fingers softly across his cheeks and then down his full neck and broad shoulders. She scratched faintly across his chest with her nails before pressing her hot palms on him and leaning in to kiss his lips; the fullness of his mouth inhaling hers; wrapped in each others embrace. She stood up on her toes to nuzzle his neck and nibble at his ear lobe; she loved the way his heart beat when she was next to him; she loved the way he smelled and felt. Their hands were everywhere; their breaths coming in great gasps as they came up for air. She kissed and licked her way down his torso with deliberate slowness, taking the time to flick and suck his tiny nipples until she was on her knees before him face to face with the rigid cock she'd dreamed about for so long. The head was full and round, the ridges highly defined around the helmet and ultra sensitive on the underside where the skin meets in a v. She placed a soft kiss right on the head tasting the drop of juice waiting for her there. She kissed and licked the shaft from base to tip on each side until his cock slid easily into her warm mouth. He was thick and stretched her mouth wide and then she cupped his sac with one hand and brought the other up, stroking him in pace with her lips and twirling tongue. "God, Dawn!" he was so close and she couldn't wait for him to explode because after the first one he was a long haul specialist. She sucked him harder and started to tremor as the first spray of cum filled her mouth and she swallowed and continued to swallow until his body finally stopped trembling and he started to deflate. She looked up at him with his rod still in her mouth and she was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. Graham reached for her, pulling her up into his arms, his mouth feasting on hers until she was gasping for air. She clung to him like that kissing feverishly, her hands spanning each inch of his smooth skin memorizing the feel of his muscles as they rippled. Graham reached for the scarf around her neck and she tried to stop him by clamping her mouth closed but he continued to overwhelm her senses with his touch, his lips. As he pulled the scarf free from her neck he replaced it with the warmth of his hand; his thumb came to rest lightly on the crescent scar first before sliding along the slice until finally his thumb circled around the tracheotomy pock mark. She was trembling and tears had begun to fall despite her insistence that they stop. His hands unzipped her dress and pushed the straps down her shoulders, instinctually she clutched at the material to keep it from revealing more and she stepped back from his body, waiting with bated breath to see what he would do if she just... let the dress fall to the floor her arms crossed in front of as if she still held the cloth. Her eyes were on the floor, she felt vulnerable and timid but liberated in a sense; still another tear slid rebelliously down her cheek. His bare feet came into view and he tilted her head up to meet his eyes and she was spellbound; his were still alive with a desire she hadn't expected. She choked back a sob as his fingers made their way across her the scars on neck, along her sides and down to her belly where the newest scars lived and she tried to look away but his hand held her chin firmly in line with his so that their eyes were in constant contact. "Is this what you have been afraid of? Did you think these marks would matter?" he whispered tenderly; she nodded once again turning her facing down "These scars are a part of you... they are part of what makes you who you are...and I love you... ALL of you." And then added like a pouting child; eyes glinting with mischief "But to know that the woman I have known all these years would think me so shallow." "I never said you were..." she hadn't moved; her hands still up in front of her "Oh, but the implication is quite clear!" he said in mock disapproval while removing her panties "I suppose I have no choice but to show you how DEEP I can really be." With that he lifted her again and pressed her body against the wall; his tongue and lips assaulting each inch of flesh he could reach and his cock straining against her belly until she reached between them and led the head of his cock straight into her throbbing, wet pussy. There she was being slammed against the wall... being fucked by her secret lover... exactly as she imagined it not so long ago, but so much better. Long Distance Love Ch. 13 Graham held her there, his shaft thrusting up to her cervix and he pulled back to watch her face flush and beaded with sweat, her eyes shut tight and her mouth open as she gulped in the air her lungs needed so desperately. Every fiber in her body was vibrating and her gasps turned into deep moans and finally a duet of grunts and growls as each came with ferocious intensity each holding the other so tightly as he filled her body with his seed. Her entire body was quivering as she came back down to earth and she exhaled into a deep throaty laugh as their eyes met. He thought she was beautiful when she had climaxed quietly in the sun but the look of pure rapture was like a beacon shining across a stormy bay to weary a seaman. "Wow" in unison followed by another big breath as he lifted her up and off of him; pulled her into a deep penetrating kiss before placing her back on the floor. "Jacuzzi tub?" she asked thinking of the heart shaped tub for two "Only if I get to wash you." He said playfully as he followed her to the bathroom. At first she felt a bit awkward standing there as he tested the water temp and added lavender essential oil until he turned around and held out his hand. The raw sexuality that emanated from him was intoxicating and she couldn't stop the twinge deep inside her very core as they slid into the hot fragrant water. Their limbs mingled as they settled in together her arms around his waist, cheek against his heart and her head cradled in the arm he had around her. He turned the jets on and soon they were floating on a sea of bubbles wholly and totally lost in a world of their own. She pulled out of his embrace long enough to lay back between his thighs pressing the length of her spine against his body, her head back against his shoulder. They could barely hear it above the bubbles but their voices joined the strains of Diana Krall Peel me a grape, Crush me some ice, Skin me a peach save the fuzz for my pillow Talk to me nice, talk me nice You've got to wine me and dine me Don't try to fool me bejewel me Either amuse me or lose me I'm getting hungry peel me a grape..... They floated there for a while longer before he reached for the soap and stood up helping her to her feet before lathering up his hands he turned her away from him and soaped up her neck and shoulders gently kneading the muscles there, down her arms, across her back and lower; lingering slightly as he slid his slick hands across the moons of her ass and then down the outsides of her thighs and calves. He turned her around and raised each foot to wash it gently making her giggle; then up between her legs passing over the juncture and concentrating on her belly; still kneeling he had a perfect view of the scars on her belly and lining her sides; he soaped each wound tenderly as she trembled fiercely. He came back down her body spreading the foam across her mound then slipping between her thighs to massage the outer lips before pressing his hand between her folds. Her thighs opened more as his other hand came from behind sliding between her cheeks and he continued to wash back and forth; her hands wrapping in his hair while each pass of his hands sent shards of ecstasy through her. He slipped his middle finger into her moist heat while his thumb circled her gem; his face so close she could feel his hot breath against her. Graham knew Dawn was going to cum again when she leaned back against the cold tile wall her body convulsing; her cooing sounds echoing through the room. He continued to manipulate her clit and spongy gspot causing her back to arch and her hips to thrust against his hands extending the peak of her orgasm while her insides contracted around the finger he had buried in her. He pulled her back down into the tub and continued to wash her chest and full breasts, his slick hands gliding sensually across her nipples all she could do was arch her back and raise them higher out of the water. He slid across her body, skin gliding against skin so he could take her lips with his while he finished washing her neck and then pushing her lower in the water to rinse. Her eyes were almost closed, her mouth slightly open in sultry satisfied smile, at that moment she was far sexier than he could have ever imagined and he would hold that vision of her with him forever; oh, he would remember it all... every single second, every breath, every twitch and moan; but this would be the vision that his recollections would bring forward in the years to come. It was his turn to be washed and she did exactly to him what he had done to her and they laughed and splashed like kids until she knelt before him. Things got quiet as she gently wrapped her fingers around his swiftly hardening rod and rolling his sac around with the other then slithering up the crease of his behind and his breath caught as she began to stroke both hands in time; one tugging at him the other sliding from his balls, up his crack and back again. The feeling was so erotic he, too, had to lean back against the tiles to maintain his balance. No one had ever touched him like that and she felt him grow slightly and his sac draw up; she pulled and stroked gently until he unloaded on her full heaving breasts. He wobbled as he bent his knees and sat back in the water. Dawn rinsed and press herself against the length of him and their eyes linked and held; neither one needed to speak the connection was so intense that they heard the others thoughts, and they stayed that way until the cooling water and pruned fingers forced them to move. Graham grabbed a towel, began drying her off and wrapped her in one of the matching plush robes before doing the same for himself. When he came out Dawn had already refilled the champagne, grabbed 2 bottles of ice cold water and was picking through the fruit basket. She popped a grape in her mouth and tossed one at him and sang "Peel me a grape, Graham." The resulting laughter rang through the room as he joined her at the table. He looked so serious as he took another grape, inspecting it from top to bottom, turn it over and over looking for something. "What are you looking for?" she inquired "I'm trying to figure out exactly HOW to peel a grape." He said, she giggled and tossed a pretzel his way. "Yeah, and how do you skin a peach and save the fuzz?" They spoke in their sacred musical language while they snacked. The sun had already completed its descent and the amber tones of dusk were fast becoming the dark blues of night. They talked about everything totally engrossed in one another and oblivious to the real world just outside the window. They made love endlessly over the next several hours, their hands touching, exploring and memorizing each curve and line of the others bodies finding every sensitive spot. They took turns teasing and pleasing the other, tried every conceivable position and fucked on every flat surface in the suite they could find. They finally fell back on the bed absolutely exhausted and completely satiated, she sighed as she turned on her side and he followed to spoon her from behind, his arm coming around her waist and his hand clasped between hers. They slept for a few hours and he when he woke she was sitting up and watching him. It was the wee hours of morning about the same time he used to call her and she woke with that familiar pulse pounding through her loins. Their eyes met and they shared the moment before he smiled and said "Let's do it like we're on the phone." He wanted to see her in those sleepy moments so soft and warm. He sat up against the headboard while she maintained her position with her legs crossed beneath her. They were naked and she was once again lost in the fantasy of it all. He gently began to stroke his already hard rod and she felt the warmth beginning to spread. She uncrossed her legs allowing him a perfect view of her mound, thin curly red hair patch as well as the swollen folds and distended clitoris. Dawn lay back bracing herself on one hand so she could still see his movements as she began to rub the lips of her vulva. He was so sexy lying there naked with his rock hard cock in his hand. She dipped her middle finger in and brought moisture up between her folds to her jewel and circled it; matching her tempo to his; they were so hot and finally seeing what they had been hearing for so long. They snuggled until their hearts and breaths slowed and his tummy growled. They ordered room service and as they ate a late breakfast there was a lot of silence, each knew their time together was coming to an end, but they had the whole day yet so he reached for her hand and smiled "What do you say we take a ride?" "Where?" she asked "Well, I saw a sign on my way here and there's something I want to do and I'd love to do it with you." His eyes were lit with an impish delight "Trust me?" A few hours later she was up in a plane strapped to a person that was getting ready to jump OUT of said plane and she was feeling a bit nauseas until Graham grabbed her hand. He too was strapped to a diver as everyone's first jump is in tandem with an experienced jumper. They opened the door and the air rushed in; it was almost time and she was filled with trepidation but she also energized, she smiled at Graham as she listened to the instructions for the last time and before long she was standing in the open door looking at the earth from 13500 feet. Her body surged with adrenalin as the count down began, her heart was beating louder than the plane and its rhythm matched the endorphins rushing through her system down to where the straps held her crotch, her nipples taut, her pussy wet and throbbing. She had faced death twice and as she jumped through that doorway she was absolutely unafraid. Graham watched her face as she was flying, he rejoiced in the freedom and fearlessness he saw registered on her face and his heart swelled. They celebrated when they touched down as soon as she was unstrapped she ran to Graham, jumping up into his arms and shouting at the top of her lungs "Graham that was the most AMAZING thing I've ever done! Thank you so much!" she covered his face with kisses and laughed as he spun her around. They went back to the suite where they spent those last few hours bathing and loving each other again. Bella's call brought them back to the brutal reality that their time together was almost over; he held her and let his tears fall with hers. They weren't tears of regret but tears from the bittersweet pleasure of their experience and the pain of saying goodbye... this was a one time deal and she thanked god she had had the courage because it released a part of her, it healed a part of her, and closed a chapter in her life. Neither Dawn nor Bella spoke on the ride home, but Dawn's tears fell unchecked and she shuddered with each sob she released into the air. She wrapped her arms around herself feeling like she was going to fall apart, clutching and rocking gently back and forth. All Bella could do was turn on the cd and crank her friend's favorite song...and cry along. Long Distance Love Ch. 14 Chapter 14 -- Finale The time with Graham had been wonderful and in that night he completed her in a way, her fantasy had been fulfilled but in its completion she found a hollow victory. Yes, she had made love to an incredible man and he had been accepting, passionate, and a fabulous lover but he was not her Dominic the man that she had loved her her whole life. They knew they would never meet again and though they would share phone calls and emails on rare occasions their lives returned to normal. She never strayed from her marriage again but for many years she wore the guilt of her indiscretion like another scar, bravely bearing the mark so that she could still look back and remember. Dawn returned home determined to do whatever she needed to in order to be worthy of Dom. They were happier than they'd ever been. They enjoyed a new and fuller life together; they kept fantasy night and shared a heightened more passionate sex life that they had only glimpsed before. Her fears about her body and scars gone she was free to be her self once again and revel in the joys of their love and their life together. Several years later Dawns nemesis came back for her. The cancer had returned and this time she was angry. The first time she was strong and young she fought like a lioness, the second time was horrible and she had fought like a lamb, but this time she was just plain pissed and too goddamned tired to fight. She hated the doctors, she hated god, she hated every person around her as she stormed from the doctor's office. She started the car, turned the radio to full blast and screamed at the top of her lungs as she beat the steering wheel with her hands. Was this the price she was to pay for her night with Graham? Hadn't she already paid enough? If this was her punishment for betraying Dominic why did he have to endure this again? A few weeks later as they lay wrapped around each other in her hospital bed she was weak and pallid, her body rebelling against the treatment and though she needed rest she couldn't sleep. Every time she closed her eyes pictures of her life flashed across the screen behind her lids so she tried to keep them open and the visions at bay but the meds were making it hard. Dom nuzzled her neck and pressed his lips to her ear "Are you ok? Do you need something, baby?" she nodded and tried to smile remembering that night so long ago. He looked down at her and stroked her face lightly; their eyes locked in wordless conversation. She seemed so fragile as he helped her lay back he quickly brushed a tear from his cheek before taking her lips with his. His hand lingered on her face before sliding gently down her body to her heated center. His practiced fingers brought her to a quiet peak, her body barely moving instead of writhing as was her custom and yet her breath was ragged and her insides convulsed and contracted around his fingers. He whispered to her and cried with her as she came back down. As she struggled against the haze of the drugs she said softly "Dom, I have to tell you something." "Not now, sweetness, just rest." "No, Dom... I need to tell you now." Her eyes lids were weighted with lead and she struggled to keep her mind clear. "I was... unfaithful once... and I am not worthy of the love you have given me." Her confession begun she told him everything about Graham the words poured forth as fast as her tears. Great sobs wracked her body and she tried to pull from his grasp but he held her fast and continued to murmur and coo to calm her. "Sshhhh, Dawn... baby please calm down." She continued to struggle and pulled the iv from her arm in her attempt to get loose. He spoke louder and more firmly "Dawn, Stop!" He leaned in pressing his weight slightly over her to still her movements; he fought to catch her eye but she wouldn't look at him. "Dawn!" louder still and she snapped to attention "Please I need you to calm down and listen to me." She couldn't imagine why he hadn't left her there to die alone like she deserved; instead was pleading with her to listen. "Dawn, I knew about Graham." He finally said and everything stopped; her body froze, her lungs ceased to work and her heart stopped beating as he continued "I found your box a long time ago." He had found her treasure box but when, how? The box had been filled with the letters, photos and trinkets she had received from Graham but when she had gotten sick the second time she threw the box and everything away not wanting Dominic to find it after she died. "I saw it in the garbage and thought it must have been thrown away by mistake." He shifted his weight off of her laid back down beside her "But... " she blinked surely the meds must have her hallucinating "I don't.." "I told you there was nothing I would deny you... nothing I wouldn't do for you. Sure I was pissed at first but it wasn't like you had a physical relationship. In fact I was quite turned on by the fact that you had this fantasy... I certainly enjoyed the benefits." She opened her mouth to speak but he pressed his fingers to her lips "There's more, Dawn." How did her deathbed declaration of guilt turn into his confession? "I arranged for Graham to come here and Bella helped." "What? I don't... understand." She shook her head to try to clear the fog. "I saw his name that night on the caller id. I knew you were struggling and searching for something. So I called him and made the proposition." "Dom, I'm so sorry... I never meant to hurt you... I just..." "Sshhhhh... baby, I wanted you to experience everything you'd ever imagined and to fulfill every desire and I knew Graham was one of the things you desired. So no more sorry, no more guilt... it was my gift to you... a real Fantasy night. " She went limp against him trying to process the information and stay lucid but she lost her battle and whimpered "sorry" over and over until she fell into the deep sleep her meds promised her. They had come full circle and as they drove home from the hospital she looked over at Dom with pure adoration and when he smiled she felt that familiar ache begin in her core. He carried her in and placed her gently in their bed, her mother had everything ready, the pillows fluffed just right, everything she needed within arms reach and she cried as her mother held her and hummed softly. Later that night Dom climbed into bed next to her and she rolled into him, they were face to face as their eyes met and she smiled slightly "I love you Dom. I've loved our life together... you have been the perfect husband and I thank you for forgiving me..." he stopped her with his soft kiss "Don't do this, Dawn, don't say goodbye. You're doing great and getting stronger every day... so please don't do this." "Dom, please make love to me." He pulled back from her, fear registered on his face "Please, my love, I need you." He could not and would not refuse her anything and they cried as he moved gently between her thighs being careful not to lean on her as he took her mouth with his and slid his manhood into her warmth. He was so tender as he made sweet gentle love to her, their tears unhindered as he rose and pushed into her softly until she quivered and he filled her with his seed. Afterward he bathed her and helped her into her favorite pjs; then he tucked her once again into bed and wrapped her around him. She fell asleep quickly; a small smile on her face so content to be in her own bed and in his arms. She was home, they'd survived, Dom still loved her and now the healing could really begin. But before the rising of the sun Dawn succumbed quietly in her sleep, her heart and spirit cleansed by Dominic's confession and forgiveness she was freed from her guilt and finally released them both from the disease that had taken over their lives.