Chapter 5

Jackie

I felt George kiss my cheek, but pretended to be asleep. I didn't want any conversation just at that moment. I listened as he crept quietly out of my bedroom; Chad's and my bedroom, I reminded myself ruefully.

Rolling over, I buried my face in the pillow George had left and inhaled the scent of his body. I recalled his smell from years ago when his Old Spice shaving lotion mixed with the perspiration of our necking sessions would set my senses reeling. I nuzzled the pillow, drinking his scent; eyes closed to focus my senses on George's musky, male smell that I found so thrilling.

I can't explain it, but tears began to roll down my cheeks, in spite of myself. I suppose it was as if I had just lost my virginity all over again, an emotional experience. It was only a brief spell, though and I found myself reliving the evening.

Things had moved along a bit faster than I intended, though I can't deny that I allowed it and even encouraged it. Still, I felt that Chad had permitted it with his words suggesting inevitability. I suppose he was right. How was I to know that the breeze, in the form of George, would rise up from the past and ignite the flame long since died down?

My body had that wonderfully tired feeling that you only get after really intense physical exercise. It was similar to the lovely sensual warmth that comes over me when I have skied all day long in Switzerland or the Rockies and settle down to an evening by the fire. It was wonderful

Certainly our love making, our fucking, had been physical and intense. My god, but it had been physical! I lay back and enjoyed the tired feeling, letting my fingers slip into my slit and feel the remainder of George's warm, copious sperm trickling from my vagina. George had left a large spot on the sheet, enlarged now as I sat up and more of him poured from my body to add to the mark. I decided to sleep with it until morning.

I walked carefully to the bathroom and cleaned myself up a little. I soothed my tender breasts, watching myself cradle them in the mirror. George had been so very rough, squeezing them hard as we fucked. Through the pain, I felt a glow of pride at having mad a man that filled with passion for me.

I didn't want a shower. I wanted to bask in our combined sex odors for the rest of the night. I must have fallen pleasantly to sleep in just a few minutes.

I was wakened by Chad's telephone call.

"Hi, it's me. Just getting ready to leave, so I'll be home early afternoon, " he said. "By the way, I'm sorry I was a little drunk last night. I thought I heard you say something as I was hanging up? But when I pulled it to my ear, a few words, then you hung up. Maybe it was a crossed wire or something? Or was there something else... ?"

"No, no,... nothing. I guess I did drop the phone though. Maybe just that."

He said nothing for a moment or two, then said, "OK, well, no matter. Be home mid afternoon then. Bye. Love you."

"Yes, me too." I mumbled, and hung up the phone.

I lay back on the bed for another few minutes. But the phone rang again and I considered not answering. But then, I decided it was time to return to normalcy and picked it up.

"Hi, it's me. How are you?" George's voice had a smile in it.

"Oh,... good morning. I'm OK. OK, I guess. The guilt is starting to sink in. How about you?"

"I feel great, Jackie. You are a wonderful lover! Don't think I've ever told anyone that before. I mean it! Wonderful! It was too good for guilt. Don't you think."

'George, you are incorrigible. I wish I could say that I don't feel the guilt. I envy you.

"But,... truth, now,... wasn't it?

"Good? I paused for a time. "Yes, yes, George, my old friend,... it was... good."

"Only good?" he said, the swagger coming back to his voice.

"Don't push me." I joined his laughter.

"Just wanted to make sure you were good. Got to get on my plane now. It was... wonderful, Jackie, wonderful. I hope, when I come back... ?" the question hung in the air.

"Have a good flight, George, " I said. "We'll talk. OK?"

"OK, Jackie, OK. You're special!"

As I hung up I wondered about that. But it was hard not to feel pretty happy with the phone call, about the nice things. It was terribly seductive. I had to resist, though, I had to, I thought.

I lay at peace on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. "Wonderful lover!" he had said. Well, no one had told me that before, either, I had to admit "Not even Chad, " I said, sadly.

All during the call, my finger had toyed slowly with my clit, which very tender, but was responding rapturously. I continued as my mind replayed our lovemaking, our wild fucking.

I could almost feel the head of his cock sliding just inside the vestibule of my vagina and stopping. He had broken the first rule, not to go inside me. And then the phone ringing! "My god, " I thought, "my husband on the phone jabbering in my ear and I was holding another man's cock between my legs!" I had reached for his cock, meaning perhaps to push him away, but then holding it instead; holding it right there so his warmth could soak from h is cock into my body.

And then, he slipped deeper, and I lost the phone, dropped it beside the phone. What had he said?

"' "Oh Jackie!... I want to... I want... "

And then it was inside me, spreading me apart. It seemed huge, parting my tunnel and filling me completely. The unusual curves of his cock made it feel extraordinarily thick, stretching me, filling me. It felt good to be so stretched, though. It felt very good.

I could recall my exact words, too: "Ohmigod! No. Oh, George... you're so deep... its right in me!... oh fucking me... oh George... You're fucking me!"

And then he really, really was fucking me. His thrusts had an abandon born of sheer excitement. He was a little rough as he had always been. Just enough force that it was slightly overpowering, but still it thrilled me in its coarseness. George was so excited, he seemed like a huge animal having me. I spread my legs wide for him and he slammed himself deeper and pulled almost out before slamming our mounds together on the downward thrust. I tilted my hips to meet him, but left my legs splayed out so that he was doing all the work, there was nothing I could have down with my own thrusting that he wasn't doing, lancing into my body with that long curved cock of his. He was sweating with exertion and his cock seemed to me to get even longer. I suddenly found him bumping my cervix and then again and again he banged it. Tiny little orgasms began repeating their throbbing thrilling run between my pussy and my tummy.

I held is biceps, feeling his muscles flex and then tightened around his cock with my own muscles, holding him tight on the in strokes and loosing him slightly as he withdrew. As he sped up I tightened my legs around his hips and spurred him on with my heels as he drove us over the edge. I have to admit, I had never been fucked so long and so hard, ever. Never was there such a thorough fucking.

The upward curve of his cock meant that he was pressed hard against my G spot at the same time he was deep in my cunt. That had never happened to me, either. I had only done that with my own finger. It was shocking that with George pressing so hard against it, that as I orgasmed, I thought for a moment I had urinated. It was an intense pleasure.

In my orgasm, I thrust hard up onto his big cock, kicking my heels against the bed and struggling to consume him. He still felt huge, as if he were splitting me apart. And then as my trembling body met him thrust for thrust, I felt the extreme heat of his liquid pump into me, deep, deep into me. Again and again he spurted his cum into my grasping pussy, until he had spent himself and the juices of our bodies began seeping past my lips and along his glistening cock. It must have dribbled around his balls and then formed the spot now under my hand on the bed. I pressed my hand close to my face, smelling his cum.