8 comments/ 29550 views/ 7 favorites There Have to Be Rules By: Dinsmore It had been five years since he had kissed her that one time in her car. That afternoon she had been tempted to take him back to her beach front condo and fuck his brains out. They were friends; he was a hunk. She knew he had fucked one of the office girls, also a friend of hers; she had received a blow by blow description of their carnal activities. He was evidently quite talented in the bedroom. There was only one problem: he was married. She'd made that mistake one other time; she'd had an extended affair with someone very senior in the company. She'd fallen in love; he hadn't. It had broken her heart and she never planned to go through that again. That was a rule she would never again break: no married men. She had moved to take the job she had just left to get away from the hurt of that affair. Now she had made another lateral move. It had certainly not been to get away from him---she missed her good friend---just a better job in a better locale for her. After he had kissed her that one time and she had told him "no" it had never happened again. They had become good buddies; they often met after work to commiserate and grouse about the business. Real sex between them had been taken off the table which allowed their relationship to become intimate without them ending up in the sack. Hell, there wasn't anything they hadn't talked about over the years to include detailed dialogues about their sexual preferences and activities and discussions involving the sexual hang ups of the string of losers she had dated. She knew every intimate detail of his marital situation to include bedroom issues. She even knew how he liked his cock sucked and where he liked to put it. He knew exactly how to make her scream; they'd had those discussions on numerous occasions. Hell, looking back it had been the best "sex" she'd had over those five years...or maybe ever. Now she was back to attend to some details involving the sale of her old condo and to touch base with some old friends. It was one of those old friends, another woman in the company who had dropped the bomb shell: his divorce had just been finalized. No, he didn't seem to be dating anyone seriously. He'd brought an assortment of fluff pieces to office functions but it was obviously not serious, just fucking. They had not stayed in contact after she had moved; she was busy learning a new job and he had obviously been busy going through a divorce. Did he really want to see her? Should she call him? She had just reunited with an old flame from college; it was heading in a potentially serious direction. She sure as hell didn't want to screw that up; she wasn't getting any younger. Would they enjoy a drink and/or dinner for old time sake? A roll in the hay that she had thought about---they had both thought about---for years but never acted on? He'd fuck her if she wanted him to; she knew he had always found her desirable. Thank God he was an ass man and not a tittie freak since she had slim pickings when it came to the latter. She could be bitchy and decidedly high maintenance. Only a man who took the time to get to know her would get past her sometimes blunt and abrasive exterior and stick around. There had only been two men in her life who could keep her in line without suffocating her---who knew when to tell her to ease off and when to let her rant harmlessly. One of them had been her college lover. The other was waiting for her at his new house fifteen minutes away. The thing back at her new home was really beginning to click; they'd found a degree of the old magic from college. Maybe she should call him---the one fifteen minutes away---and make some excuse...avoid the temptation. If he still wanted to fuck her she wouldn't be able to say no. He'd always turned her on, sadly more than any man she had ever known, including the one back home who she knew in her heart truly loved her. She'd know the second she saw him if he wanted to fuck her. Hell, after five years of talking and thinking about it they probably wouldn't get out of the front hallway. She wouldn't know if there was more...wasn't even sure there needed to be more...pretty sure---absolutely sure---they'd fuck. As she climbed out of her rental and walked up to the front door she caught a glimpse of herself in the reflective film on the big picture window. She looked good; maturity had been a friend. She had good skin, shiny hair and classic features. Her legs were long and shapely and her ass was exceptional. She wore good clothes well. She had one flaw. She was flat chested---barely an "A" cup. He saw her pause briefly and touch her hair in front of the picture window with the one way mirrored film installed as a barrier against the relentless southern sun. She looked great, even better than he recalled. For over a week he had mulled over this meeting, almost calling and making some excuse. They had been buddies but if truth be told he never stopped wanting to get in her pants from the moment he had met her at an HQ meeting almost seven years earlier. After she rebuffed his overture that day in the car he had settled for "friends". On one hand there was always a chance she might reconsider; on the other hand he enjoyed her company. She made him laugh; her feisty spirit stimulated, refreshed and enervated him. As their friendship had progressed he gave up thinking about fucking her and just enjoyed the wonderful friendship. Well, that wasn't really true; he had given up trying to fuck her but never really gave up thinking about fucking her. He knew she had rekindled an old romance from college. Was she here just as a very good and intimate old friend? Did she too want to "consummate" their relationship at least once before moving on with her life? Was she here to test the waters---determine if there could be more than whatever there was? What exactly did he want? He wanted to see her, talk to her, enjoy just being with her as he had for almost five years. There was no question he wanted to fuck her---he always had. The divorce had been a sobering experience. She was someone her really cared about, maybe---certainly---more than anyone else in the world. Do the right thing...do the right thing. He opened the door and met her in the covered entranceway. "Donna!" "Jim!" She exclaimed, moving toward him almost certainly to hug him and if she hugged him he would lose his sense of purpose and in all probability have his hand on her ass---that exquisite ass---in no time. "Stop!" He exclaimed. It startled her; she stopped in mid stride five feet in front of him, a quizzical expression on her pretty...so pretty...face. She tossed her shiny auburn hair; he had always loved her hair. "Rules! We've got to have rules." He said in a matter of fact tone. "Rules?" She inquired. "Yes, rules. First thank you for coming; I wasn't sure you would and I know you well enough to know you considered calling me with some lame excuse. I know you better than I have ever known anyone in my life---certainly better than I knew or understood my ex-wife but that's another matter. I genuinely enjoy your company more than anyone in the world. You make me grin in spite of your sometimes ball busting manner, your impatience, your rants and your flat chest." He paused to collect his thoughts. "Is there more to this diatribe?" She said, cocking her hip and flashing that evil little grin which terrified most men but delighted him. The auburn hair moved again. "I'm almost done; then it's your turn. If you walk through that door we are going to fuck and you damn well know it. We've both thought about it for at least five years. I'd really like that since you have become the center figure in all of my masturbatory fantasies. We know each other's proclivities intimately; it would be mind blowing." "So you want to fuck? You've been thinking about me while you were jerking off?" The evil grin. "Hush, woman, I'm almost done. The final point; wipe that smirk off your face and listen very carefully. I have lusted after you for seven years and been your buddy for almost five. I've come to the realization that for some part of the last five years I have been in love with you and that had I not been married you could have been---might have even been---in love with me. I also know you've rekindled something from the past and that can be very powerful." "Will you get to the point old man?" She chided. "You're not listening. Listen...please? I love you; if you walk through that door and we fuck---assuming we aren't awful together in the sack, which is very unlikely, then I would like you to quit your new job, end your current relationship with your old flame, cancel your flight home, sell your new home up there and spend the rest of your life in my arms." Tears welled up, filling her deep, wide set hazel eyes. They'd always bantered and joked, often outrageously. "Don't do this; don't toy with me you fucking prick." He went to her, put his strong hands on her upper arms and kissed her on the forehead. "You are correct; I can be a royal prick and you can be an unmitigated bitch. More important you and I are probably the only two people in the world that can put up with each other for an extended period. I am not joking or toying with you. I love you; I've loved you for a long time. You have nothing to do with my divorce and everything to do with my divorce. She got tired of my shit and I tired of hers. More than one man has run from the exits completely unable to deal with you when you get up on the wrong side of bed in the morning. I made my ex-wife miserable and slightly less than half of it was her fault. You need---want---a man like me and I desperately need and want a woman like you. Correction---I want and need you---not someone else like you. If that can't be, today and hereafter, then march your pretty little ass---and in that dress it is to die for---back to the Taurus and drive away." "Can we at least go inside, sit down and talk about this? It's hot out here and these 'please–fuck-me pumps' are killing my feet." "Okay, against my better judgment, come on in." "Not even a hug for old time's sake?" "Not on your life. Every time you touched my arm, hugged me, gave me a friendly kiss, bumped your hip against mine or slapped my butt in the past five years it was like a jolt of lightning. If I touch you I'll want you and if you let me have you I'll never make it another day without you. I didn't say, 'will you marry me' and ask for an immediate answer. If you told me at this instant that that was what I had to do not to lose you I'd do it in a heartbeat! I have to know that the idea of us spending the rest of our lives together is not completely alien or out of the question!" She was speechless but recovered quickly. She moved inside with him and sat on the couch. "Neat house!" "There was no way I'd stay in the other one; I loved it but there were too many memories." "Water?" "Still or sparkling? Why am I asking? Sparkling coming up; I even have your brand." She moved to the kitchen, put her arms around his waist from behind, crushed her body against his and nuzzled the back of his neck with her soft lips. "Oh, Donna, don't do this!" "Your turn to listen." She said, resting her chin on his shoulder and clasping her hands just barely above his belt line. "I always knew you wanted to fuck me. Hell I almost succumbed that first time in the car. I've wanted to fuck you since I met you at the silly meeting seven years ago---more so as we became friends but I'd made a rule I wasn't going to break. On this visit I was pretty sure we'd end up in the sack...wanted us to...and as weird as it sounds afraid of what would happen if we did." She moved her right hand up and softly caressed his cheek. "Jim I always knew you liked me and respected me in a way few men do. At some level I think I even knew you loved me but not that you were in love with me. I love you; I've always fought the idea of being in love with you because you were married." "Could you be---in love with me?" "Hush, you're interrupting, you impatient brute!" "Sorry about that." "I desperately needed to be loved and in love with someone who was in love with me. I've endured a dismal string of failed relationships---and you know the details of all of them. Most of them failed because I came off as needy and desperate along with my normal ball busting demeanor..." She trailed off. "Go on." "I went back and found the only other man who made me smile, who could put up with me---who at least seemed to like me---and wasn't married. I love him; I think he loves me but in all honesty I don't know that we're in love. He can be difficult---not unlike you. None of us are getting any younger. I want babies...you once said you did...your ex didn't or couldn't." Donna released him; he turned to face her, taking her hands in his as he did so. "Sex!" She exclaimed. "Huh?" "When you sat there patiently listening to my whining on about ever failed relationship over the last five years you had to have recognized that they fell into one of two columns---men that excited me, pushed my buttons, made me moan---and men that liked me in spite of or because of the bitch I can be and made me laugh but were decidedly lacking in the other area." She paused to take a swig from her little green bottle. She cocked the hip; the hair moved...the evil grin. "They were great buddies and good friends or great fucks---but never both in the same body. In that time---in my whole life---the best buddy and truest friend I've ever had was you. Hunter---the guy from college was---is---my second best friend in the world. Sadly there aren't really sparks between us. He's a more than adequate lover but the earth doesn't move. So, in very simple terms, before I turn my life upside down, lose a bundle on a new condo I just bought, quit a good new job I like and entertain the thought of moving back to a part of the country that has more than a few bad memories---and in spite of the fact that I think I know the answer after five to seven years of anticipation---we need to do it. We need to know. If it's anywhere close to the ridiculous image we've both conjured up in our brains then I'm not leaving come hell or high water!" "How would you suggest we kick of this project?" "Like this." She whispered, melting into his arms, surrounding his body with her own and kissing him. She would look back and laugh fondly at that kiss; it was the best damn kiss she'd ever planted on any man. He would later agree whole heartedly. She'd never before been in his arms like this...so totally...as if they were a single entity. And he remembered---he remembered! Let me kiss you...let me explore your lips...don't be too anxious to take charge...I'm a damn good kisser and I love to kiss...he had remembered. And just at the perfect instant he almost imperceptivity responded...gently nibbling her lip...caressing her with his mouth...retreating momentarily when he sensed her urge to explore. Half an hour later they were still standing in the kitchen, fully clothed...kissing. He held her at arms length and smiled. "If you told me that it could never go any farther than the last thirty minutes but that we could kiss like that every day for the rest of our lives..." "You'd still want me---love me? That was pretty amazing! You remembered how I liked to kiss and we've really never kissed before. I think we're more than half way home---don't you?" "Oh yes! 'Suggestions for stage two?" "There will be a time when I'm going to want you to bend me over the nearest piece of furniture, spank my ass and fuck my brains out---either place--but I need something different, something very special and almost innocent. It is, after all, out first time, isn't it?" They moved hand in hand to the bed room. They undressed each other slowly paying particular attention as each new secret unfolded. Pulling the sheets back they slipped between the covers together, exploring, fondling, caressing. Her very essence...her skin...her lips...her hair...he was breathless...dizzy. It was very much like "the first time"...but even better. They spoke not a word; there wasn't an awkward moment. He did not protest when she grinned at him and slid her long, lean body down between his legs. He remembered. She liked to do this part first; don't fuck my face. Don't do anything, just enjoy. He did. He couldn't help but do so for she too had remembered every detail of what he had told her over the years. And when they reversed roles and he held her exquisite rear in his hands with an occasional light brush of his fingers against her back door, she was in heaven; as he was. He gently and adroitly found not one but two orgasms in her special body; it was for both lovers unlike anything either had ever experienced. Following their oral pursuits they held each other tightly; don't rush she had told him...hold me...love me...before you fuck me. Fucking is some times anticlimactic after a very satisfying buildup and it had been exquisitely so for both of them. He remembered...she remembered...they climbed the mountain together...and reached the top at the same instant. They collapsed in each others arms; he was still inside her. They sobbed and laughed and hugged each other for dear life. They kissed...they wept. She spoke first; a whisper in his ear, joking at first as was their fashion. "Thirty-four damn years and that's the way it's supposed to be? Oh Jesus, Jim! Oh fuck! I still want that nasty bend-me-over fuck I mentioned earlier---soon---but you win! What am I talking about? Christ it's a fucking win-win! Yes, I love you! I'm in love with you! I love making love with you. I can't imagine living without you...touching you...being touched by you...until the day I die. I'm staying." "I always knew there was a romantic buried somewhere inside that Teflon exterior of yours. So you'll marry me?" "Well...you've---we've----never had to live with each other 24/7. Suppose there are problems...irritations...issues?" "There will be and we'll get though them. We've got nothing together but good history. When we get pissed at each other we'll remember back to when we were just best friends. We'll remember what we had then, and we'll work through it. Plus, I'm pretty damn sure there is not another woman in this hemisphere that can come close to giving a blow job like the one I just received so I'm not kicking you out no matter what you do!" "Okay, thanks for the complement! You're pretty damned good yourself in the oral department---no, fucking fantastic! But I have some rules." "Shoot!" "No fucking the baby sitter---or anyone else but me. I know you have had a wandering eye---and cock---in the past but not in any future that includes me. No swinging, no three-ways and I love to be naked but not with a hundred other people, just you." "Seems fair to me." "I will take a leap of faith to a point. I'll sublet the condo; I'll tell Hunter I'm having second thoughts...need some space...whatever. I'll try to wangle an emergency leave of absence on the new job but I'll quit if I have to. I'll move back here; I will live in this house with you. We'll know soon enough if we are too impossible to live together. It has to be a mutual decision and not before six months. Fair enough?" "I can live with it." "You're hard...very hard...very soon!" "That your fault. You could always make my dick rise even when I knew we didn't have a prayer of fucking." "Do you have a deck?" "Doesn't everyone?" "Is it very private?" "Very and in this climate purposely constructed on the side of the house with some shade in the late afternoon." "Do you have a pool?" "Once again, in this part of the world---doesn't everyone?" "Come on." She said bounding from the bed and heading toward the door. She turned, and with mock disapproval spoke. "What's your problem?" There Have to Be Rules "Just do that again." "Do what?" "Bound out of bed and walk across the room. I've seen you in a bathing suit; I had to beat off the second I got home, but I've never had the opportunity to watch you without a stitch. You're not the least bit self conscious at this moment and you have the most astoundingly sexy body. The way you move, and then of course I've always, 'hated to see you leave but loved to watch you go.'" She did as he asked, but not before kissing him and fondling his completely recovered cock. "Do you think I should get a boob job?" She said cupping her small breasts. "Don't you dare! I'll divorce you in a heartbeat! I love your tits exactly the way they are! My God this is the first time I've ever seen them! You've always been self deprecating about them. Let me examine them more closely." He said alternating mouthing each of her nipples. She responded immediately. "They may be tiny but...ohhhh...they are incredibly sensitive...particularly when you do that...soft...barely touching them....ohhhhhh!" She climbed on top of him and kissed him, softly rubbing her tightly trimmed bush against his cock...not too much of that...don't want "it" to get irritated...just enough. "Did you just cum?" "Just a little one; I may have gotten fucked over in the size department but my nipples are ridiculously sensitive. Yours are too---aren't they?" The evil grin accompanied by a quick slather of the tongue across each protuberance. "Come on!" She intoned. "You go first." She walked toward the bedroom door adding a little extra sway to her well formed hips. At the door she bent over and looked at him from between her legs while lewdly running her fingers over her slippery little slit. "See something you like?" "Anything I should bring with us?" "Of course! An ass fuck is always a possibility when I get in the open air. You know that." "That I do." "It was a beautiful afternoon; the sun was blocked by the two story house and the tall oaks. The back deck was deliciously cool. They kissed, they probed and they explored. She spoke first. "Ever fuck any women in that pool?" "I was saving it for you." "I don't know about that; the Chlorine can be very irritating." "It's chemical free; I don't have kids pissing in it and I've never shared it. Thanks to high tech filtration and ozone gas it's also germ free. It's also softer water than the normal hard water pool; the ozone isn't dependent on hardness to be effective." She scampered away from him and jumped into the deep end of the pool. It was a scamper, like a little girl discovering a swimming pool for the first time. She had already completed a lap by the time he joined her. "This water is amazing...warm...soft..." He caught her leg as she attempted to swim away from him and pulled her into his arms; her body against his made him delightfully dizzy. She escaped again and moved to the steps. She picked up the lube bottle and appeared to be reading the label. "Get over here." She commanded. When he arrived she motioned him to the second step and squirted the lube on his cock. As she was about to lubricate herself she had second thoughts and handed him the bottle. Kneeling on the top step she pushed her delectable back side back toward him. "Waterproof lube! Imagine that. Grease me up, big guy! Both holes but I want you to..." "Fuck your pussy for a while before..." "Uh huh." He completed the highly enjoyable assignment in short order. She turned, grasped his cock and appeared to be measuring the height of the steps, ultimately choosing the one at which her delicious little cunt was just under the warm water. The altitude was perfect; he was inside her in a second covering her body with his own...kissing her neck as his hips moved in a steady rhythm as if having a mind of their own. "I've never done it in the water before...tried once but it burned...oh my...oh yeah...this works." He fucked her like that...slowly...leisurely...a long slow wonderfully decadent fuck. "Stop!" She whispered. I can tell you're getting close and I want you...in my ass...cum in my ass..." He re-lubed the appropriate orifice and his cock for good measure as she looked on approvingly. "These steps aren't hard abrasive concrete...how'd you manage that?" "The latest safety step. Hold on! I'll be right back." He said, dashing across the pool deck and returning with a waterproof cushion shaped much like the old fashion "husband" pillow but with a seat section attached. She looked quizzical again. "I've dreamed about this---with you---for a very long time. We've had some pretty graphic discussions about anal sex. What was that line of yours? 'With the right man and the right lube it could be the best sex ever invented.' And what did I tell you?" "That if you ever got the opportunity to fuck me in the ass you wanted to do it from the front so that you could kiss me...watch my eyes when you came...when I came...I remember." He placed the cushion on the top step. "Put your pretty ass---it's well beyond pretty, more like magnificent---right there. Good. Now legs up over the ridges on the front. Now lean back, don't worry it won't slide and your head will not slip under. That's right; now relax." "Oh shit! This is amazingly comfortable---you were right! I feel completely secure! If I'm not mistaking my incredibly hot, tight little hole is at the perfect angle!" "I would agree with that." "Where the hell did you find it?" "I didn't find it; I designed it for, well, this purpose but a lot of people with sore backs and hemorrhoids buy it and rave about it. Pregnant woman can't live with out it." "Who makes it?" "A foam company that you and I have worked with for years. You remember the old codger who owned the company---he figured out what it was for in a second; he's still laughing about it." "How many units have you sold?" "Half a million but we're running close to 75,000 a month so this year we will move close to a million." "How much does it cost?" "A 'C' note with shipping." "And the cost?" "Twenty six bucks with three covers including the 'underwater' one. Roughly another ten bucks each to the people that process the orders, run the web site, handle shipping and so on. When all is said and done, fifty percent GP. We're expanding the line to other positioners with a sexual function. There are also some soft-bondage restrains, a sling that is still in prototype, another cushion for the shower---enough talk!" "I'm ready." He positioned the bulbous head of his cock against her back door; she grinned and nodded. He was inside...she gasped...then smile...he kissed her...her fingers fell to her perfect little pussy. In short order his hard prick was completely inside her. She grinned again, that wonderful evil grin that made him smile. She nipped his lip, then his ear lobe. He reached down and brushed his fingers over her little buds; she shivered. Her hip began to move with his as her breathing increased. She was trying to hold his cock inside her...make him stay in her hot little ass forever. She was close...she nodded, indicating that he should cum...he did with a howl. He picked her up in his strong arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist; his cock slipped out but neither cared. He lifted her perfectly toned body and placed it on the edge of the pool. "Right lube, right place, right man." "Don't forget---right woman?" "I'm not the first woman you ever fucked in the ass, Jim. I know you and your ex..." "She never loved it or at least would never admit it even when she came; she accommodated. You, on the other hand seemingly enjoyed it. " "I have always been extremely picky when it came to giving up my tight little chute. Hunter finds anal sex too nasty for his refined tastes. I've had one or two bad experiences---pretty much gave it up completely when HIV came along. It's been a few years. I like it---hell love it—in moderation and with the right...you know?" "Do I get a grade?" "Yeah, you can move to the head of the class; that worked on every level." "How about we dry off, pour a glass of wine, talk about dinner and just...talk?" "You're tired of fucking me already?" "Not a chance. Had I had a clue that the real thing would far exceed my imagination I would have kicked that divorce can down the road five years sooner." "Do you want to talk about that?" Donna said, plopping down on a cushioned lounge chair and accepting the proffered piece of stemware. "Merlot. I think you'll like it; it's not one of your five favorites but it is as good or better than any of them." She swirled, sniffed and sipped. "Very nice! Oh...even better than nice! Quite remarkable...depth...finish...wow! You splurged just for little old me?" "How much would you pay for it?" "Certainly high twenties---maybe up to forty?" "South America for twelve bucks. I knew you'd like it so I bought a case. I have to say it's one of the best Merlots I've ever enjoyed—and you know I'm not a huge Merlot fan. Most are 'wannabee' Cabernets. This one has surprising complexity." He quickly switched subjects. "As you may remember we were married for ten years. Five miscarriages and then she just didn't want to try anymore; I don't blame her at all for that. Each one took a little more out of her---and me. In our early twenties it was fun, goofy and carefree. Our respective foibles appeared to entertain each other but it got old. I cheated on her five years ago for the first time. The sex was never really the problem, the intimacy was. We went to counselors; we took exotic, 'clothing optional' vacations. We had a great time, drank too much and fucked like bunnies. But then we came home. We didn't really fight over the last few years. We didn't fuck that much either unless we got a little drunk. She had an affair with her boss at work; I knew it and she knew I knew it. I didn't really care. I fucked around occasionally, seldom going back to the same well twice and she knew it. In the end the parting was cordial. I gave her every stick of furniture. She has a good education and makes a decent living. No one got greedy when it came to dividing the joint assets. Neither of us wanted to live in the house after. She moved a couple of hundred miles away and seems to be happy. He sipped his wine. "God you are the most beautiful woman in the world!" "Hardly!" "Do you really miss how men's heads turn when you walk in a room? I remember that first time we met for a drink at the Marriott downtown. There wasn't a man in that room who could keep his eyes off you when you walked in the door. They all wanted to fuck you; I know I did." "I never thought about it." "You're tall and lean; you have a killer ass, amazing eyes, perfect skin, classic features and soft shiny brown hair that moves with you. You wear clothes better than any woman I've ever met. I always used to wonder if you were one of those women that looked better dressed to the nines than stark naked. I knew you were absolutely perfect in good clothes but naked you are amazing!" "Naked you can clearly see that I have little more than pathetic bumps above the waist." "Let's put that one---which you have whined about since the day I met you---to rest. As of this moment I plan to be the only man other than your gynecologist who ever sees you naked for the rest of your life. I'm not a tittie boy; my mommy breast fed me for the first year. I despise implants on every level imaginable. I absolutely and completely love your tiny little tits and wouldn't trade them for the world. I always thought I'd love them---never having seen them until today; now that I've seen them I adore them...and you." They were back in each others' arms. "She whispered in his ear. "You love me...really love me? You'll keep me even when I'm a royal pain in the ass?" "Especially when you're a royal pain in the ass." He responded as the cuddled together. Ultimately they dozed off in each others' arms. An hour later they arose, showered, fucked playfully and then showered again. They dressed sparsely and sat down together to discuss dinner. "We can throw something together here." "I'd like that. On another note do we have other issues we need to deal with? Disapproving parents, religion, money? You know the things that so often fuck up a relationship---and a marriage?" "Not on my side; a church wedding would be nice but neither of us is tied to a strict ideology. My parents have passed on. Yours as I recall have their own issues---divorce---to deal with. We're adults." "Money? I'm about to give up a very lucrative new job. There's not a prayer that I'll be able to beg my old one back down here; I burned some bridges as is my habit. I know you do pretty well---you always made more than I did, but still..." "Do you want to get pregnant?" "Right this minute or is that more of a philosophical question?" "Either or but probably philosophical---do you want to have babies?" "You know I do." "Do you want some central American nanny to raise them?" "You know I don't." "Would you be interested in doing a home office job?" "Of course!" "You were always a much better marketing exec than a sales rep; as a matter of fact it was generally accepted that you were a superb marketer. I need a marketing executive. 'Want the job?" "How well does it pay?" Room, board and lots of fucking. And if you run around the house dressed the way you are right now in one of my old dress shirts with your tight little ass and that adorable little cunt hanging out not much work will ever get done. I haven't pointed a complete comp package yet. Additionally I will exist and breath for you, die for you, live for you and love you like you've never been loved before until the day I die. I'm also a far better cook than you are so gourmet dining is included." "It so strange; most of the people I work with think I'm---have called me---a cunt. But when you talk about my pussy, call it my, 'adorable little cunt' I'm not remotely offended. It's your adorable little cunt any time you want it. Does an endless supply of red wines as good or better than this Merlot come with the job?" "Without question." "Should we shake on it---or fuck on it?" "Shake now, fuck after we eat." "Deal. Now some details. Is this positioner thing for real long term?" "It brought in over two million---net before taxes---the first year with one product and very limited outlets---basically direct marketing. Three of the high end mail order outfits want it and they want some other exclusive products to go with it. I'm thinking of expanding into other 'marital aids'." "So I'm giving serious consideration to marrying a man who is involved in the sexual device business?" "That's sort of the beauty; most of the products have some redeeming therapeutic or medical value. Even the sling---if I can get all the kinks worked out---can serve as a gravity reducing, disc expanding back aid. We are currently marketing through three avenues. First---and it's just received approval for payment under Medicare---the orthopod/obgyn market. Second, the high end, 'comfort accessory' market. And third the basic---'this is for fucking' market." "Which one is leading?" "The third one. We have testimonials from a number of women who have told us they bought it to get through pregnancy and now use it every time they fuck---and they are fucking a lot more often...men write us too. They end up giving one to a best friend for Christmas." "Where's the boat and/or airplane?" "I haven't spent a dime of it past a small amount of reinvestment in new product development." "Does the company know about this?" "They not only know they are negotiating for an exclusive in the hospital market---which I'll give them even if they don't make the best offer because we both know what the company can do with an exclusive product when they put their mind to it." "How far along is the sling? What, it hangs from the ceiling?" "Our only issue right now is the price point. It's going to be high for this sort of product. If we take cost out of the product we make it less safe and that can lead to a host of problems. Our legal advisors have indicated that we need to include an installation package---mandatory---with the sale to ensure that it is correctly installed. See that pool cleaner zipping around on the bottom? It works perfectly---because a guy come out within twenty-four hours of the purchase and installs it. It takes twenty minutes at the outside. It adds cost to the product---a hundred bucks more than the closest competitor--- but it is the number one pool cleaner in the world because it is always installed and adjusted professionally. We're working through the details right this minute." "Have you used it? Let me be more to the point: have you fucked anyone in it?" "A conscientious inventor always puts himself at risk first to ensure his future customers' safety." "And?" "Oh yeah! Even better than fucking in the pool! It provides infinite possibilities." "Do I get to try it?" "After you watch the instructional video." That final comment had Donna rolling on the floor with laughter. She ended up on his lap and in his arms. "Rules!" She exclaimed. "More rules?" "I think you'll like them. First we never go to bed angry; second we engage in some for of sexual activity every morning and every night. We never use sex as a weapon. We can debate, bicker and fight like we always have but in the end we kiss and make up...or fuck and make up. We never say, 'not tonight' unless we're deathly ill. Fair enough?" "Fair enough." He said as his fingers dropped to her perfect little pussy. "Like right now! I'm pretty sure you're not ready to fuck again. Just leave your fingers right there. Make me cum with your fingers...that's right...oh yeah...that's perfect...just inside...oh baby...ahhhhh!" "You are unquestionably the most orgasmic woman I've ever met." "Actually I'm not, usually, it's you not me. You turn me on so much...so easily." Her slim hands moved between them and found his rapidly inflating cock. She got off his lap and knelt on the floor and began to stroke his cock slowly. "Lubrication---I remember!" She said, bounding across the pool deck and grabbing the bottle of salad oil on the counter. Returning to her previous position she drizzled the slippery substance on his cock and fixed his eyes with that wonderful evil grin. "I remember...your ex wasn't into hand jobs...you found them incredibly exciting. Just relax...don't do anything...I want to make you cum with my hands...I remember the time you told me---showed me---how you liked it. It was so nasty! Sitting in the Bombay and you literally showed me exactly how you did it yourself---on my arm! People knew exactly what you were doing. How am I doing, baby?" "Perfect." He whispered. As she felt him get closer she moved up and literally sat on his knees; she kissed him...mouthed his nipples. "You are so close...where do you want to shoot, baby...my face..." "Your tits...your beautiful little tits...I want to cum on your magnificent little tits." She rubbed the head of his cock against her turgid nipples...she sensed as his breathing increased. He came on her tits. She giggled like a little girl. He leaned forward, sampling his own cum splattered across her chest. She was surprised...delighted. His finger found her ass hole and darted around the opening; his thumb massaged her button perfectly. Her hips fucked his fingers uncontrollably. His tongue concentrated on her left nipple, the more sensitive one and she came with a whimper. She collapsed in his arms again probing his mouth to recover every vestige of his salty essence. "That was so damn hot. You're the first man who ever sucked his own cream off my little boobies. I've always wanted someone to eat my pussy after he filled it with cum...will you...?" There Have to Be Rules "Any time, baby...any time." "And my ass hole?" "Oh hell yes!" They prepared dinner together stopping often to hold each other, kiss and fondle. After eating and cleaning up they moved back to the deck to enjoy the cool evening respite from the day's insufferable heat. They curled up together on a chair quite obviously designed for two. "Oh Jim, we've both spent our life being angry, disappointed and unfulfilled. This is like a dream; it scares me a little, like it's too good to be true and I'm going to wake up and be the miserable bitch everyone thinks I am. How did I get so lucky? You saw through all of my bullshit. Thank you." "I don't know what I would have done if you were, 'off the market' so to speak. If you had told me earlier today that no, you couldn't be in love with me...someone else had your heart..." "I'm going to wake up tomorrow morning and the first human being I'm going to see is you---and I love you and you love me and then..." The evil grin. "I'm going to suck your cock! Then a little coffee, a shower together...a fuck in the shower...a nasty, bend me over, slap my ass and nail this little bitch...anyway you want me...and then you're going to hold me and kiss me and tell me over and over that you love me." Jim and Donna were two people that all too often irritated others. They were high energy, type A, demanding, often obsessive and impatient perfectionists. Conventional wisdom should have said that as a couple they were doomed to fail. What conventional wisdom missed is that they genuinely liked each other and respected each others' intellects. Maybe more important each had learned over the five years that they had been very good friends how to disarm each other---how to turn down the heat before it boiled over. It almost always began with humor coupled with those words that said---I respect you. First came the joke which invariably forced a smile on the others' face. It was quickly followed by the special words that said I care deeply about you and your happiness and I love you come hell or high water. As the two went through that first six months together the final factor that ensured they would make it was physical; they could not keep their hands off each other. It never got old; their sexual relationship was beyond anything either of them had ever experienced or imagined. Five months later they put together the plans for a small, intimate wedding at a rustic church up the road that they had begun attending. Neither really had any doubts but rules were rules so the date was set for the six month anniversary. Donna was six weeks pregnant they day she walked down the aisle in that exquisite long silk dress and said, "I do" to the man who loved her, respected her and made her laugh. Neither could hold back the tears of joy when the minister said, "I now pronounce you..." Donna had quickly taken over marketing responsibility for the product line and her true marketing expertise shined through. Jim quit the company just before the wedding; the business was flourishing and needed his full time involvement. More importantly, he just hated every minute that his old job kept him away from Donna. Several years later they sold the company, retaining the right to patents and royalties. The two of them developed a complete line of 'marital aids'; they tested each extensively before going to market. The sling? It was a huge success and became extremely popular among women who wanted to enjoy sex throughout their pregnancies. Donna had pregnancies, three years apart, a boy and then a girl. The love and delight that Jim and Donna found together grew with every passing year. Both became less driven and less difficult; life was perfect as long as they had each other. True love works that way.