June 10
I saw him today, the first time in six years. It was just at the supermarket in the checkout line, but we talked. It was the first time since ‘that night’, the night he fucked me the last time. He was angry, I was angry… but I remember that fuck. Seeing him again brought it all back in stark reality… how he pushed me up against the wall, pulled my dress up, ripped my panties off, and fucked me… so fucking hard! I came harder that night than any of the other times. I remember now what he felt like inside me, like it was yesterday, how he made me scream, and I’m not a screamer. I’ve never had soaked panties in the grocery store, but I did today.
I read that paragraph again and again. My wife, the woman I married almost five years ago, the ‘girl next door’ pretty girl I ‘thought’ I knew had written that. Today’s the 18th, she’d written it eight days ago.
She was at her mom’s house when she called and asked me to find a recipe for her, one she’d written in her ‘recipes’ document on her laptop. It was ‘penuche’, a brown sugar and pecan fudge, really good., It’s a candy she remembered from her favorite aunt when she was a little girl, one with the memories of a little girl who loved her mom’s sister and lost her all too young. Then Tammy and I found this recipe on some website last week and she was so excited because it sounded like the candy she remembered. We made it and Tammy said it tasted exactly the same. Talk about excited, so she wanted to give it to her mom.
After I found and gave it to her, I saw this other document that had a strange name, ‘Remembering’. Just out of curiosity, I clicked on it. Strange, it had a security block which piqued my interest even more. Fortunately, I know the passcode Tammy almost always uses, so I opened the document and that’s what I read.
I was horrified, picturing my wife, the girl I took home to my parents and we slept in separate bedrooms because she was a ‘nice’ girl. I closed my eyes, picturing Tamm pressed up against that wall, some stud behind her ripping her panties off and giving her that kind of orgasm with his dick thrusting deep inside her.
Tammy (real name Tamara) and I, we make love, we don’t ‘fuck’. Well, there was that time in the shower, we’d just come from a party with several friends. She’d worn that little skirt and was so fucking sexy. We couldn’t wait to get home that night. She said she needed to shower first and I followed her in. She wrapped her legs around my waist and it was the one and only time I could say we actually ‘fucked’, instead of making gentle love. How come we never did it again? I have no idea. She was on fire that night, afterward in bed, too. She rode me, slow and sensuously, I think the only time we did it twice in one night.
I read that paragraph again, hardly believing that my wife had written it, that she would ever have done such a thing, been ‘that’ kind of girl. God, I was turned on by the picture it painted in my mind. Hell yeah, I was horrified at the thought that Tammy had run into this guy, but the thought of what she’d done so long ago was just… holy shit, blazing sun hot!
Speaking of running into him again, the next paragraph in her little discourse was what was more disconcerting.
He gave me his phone number, said we should get together sometime, maybe lunch, dinner would be better. I don’t know. Well, I do know I shouldn’t but I want to. Surely a lunch wouldn’t hurt.
That was the end, all of it. I sat there, staring off into space, my mind going into places I’d never have imagined it going. I do trust my wife, she’s never given me any reason not to, at least not before I read those paragraphs. I wondered if she’d followed up and met him again. Tammy was twenty-one when we first started dating, both of us seniors in college; pretty then but as she’s matured a little, just… wow! We married a year later when she was twenty-two and me twenty-three. She’d never mentioned anything about a lover, and this little ‘diary’, for lack of a better term, didn’t mention when any of this happened. It was before ‘us’ but how long?
I looked at my watch, nine-eighteen. Tammy left for her parents at seven-thirty to return a book she’d borrowed. They only lived ten minutes away, so she could be back home any time. I didn’t want her to know I’d ‘snooped’ and needed to get off her computer. Problem was that the document would show it had been opened, unless… I clicked on the ‘help’ button to see if there was a way to disable the ‘recently read’ function. Aha, found it and followed the instructions, closed out of it, and then reactivated the function. Success, the only document showing opened that night was her recipes.
I put her computer back on her desk where I’d found it and clicked on the TV, ignoring it completely, trying to imagine the wife I know pressed up against a wall, panties torn off her, some guy fucking her from behind. No matter what, it just didn’t compute. I sat, finally counting the ten dongs of our grandfather clock. Where the fuck was she? She’s never at her parents’ this late.
Oh, maybe I should introduce myself, my name’s Jason Hall, twenty-eight, just a few months older than Tammy; pretty decently fit since Tammy and I go to our athletic club at least two evenings a week, sometimes three. I’m 6’1″, 185 pounds. Tammy tells me I’m hot, but hell, she’s my wife, she has to say that. She’s a registered nurse working for Dr. Knowles, a general practitioner here in Laramie, Wyoming. I said she’s a ‘girl next door’ type, which maybe wasn’t even entirely true even back then, unless you’d say that Taylor Swift or someone like her is ‘girl next door pretty’. Tammy’s face is beautiful, with a little pixie nose and lips made for kissing. She’s an average height, 5’6″, 127 pounds, smaller than average boobs, but oh so sensitive, and the most fabulously sexy butt and legs you’ll ever see on a woman. Over the years since I’ve known her, she’s only gotten prettier.
With not too much effort on my part, I can make her come just by sucking and nibbling those delectable orbs (not too much of a sacrifice). It’s not too hard to elicit an orgasm from her any other way, either. She enjoys flirting with guys, too, although she’s never flirted past first base, hugging and touching with an occasional quick kiss on the lips with friends (does that even count as first base?). To be honest, I’ve always enjoyed watching her little flirts, turning one of our friends on, knowing that’s as far as she’d ever go.
It was almost a quarter after ten when Tammy finally got home. She kissed me, more of a ‘third-base’ kind of kiss; hot, lots of tongue, soft lips mashing into mine, “Sorry I’m so late, Mom wanted to talk tonight. I think she’s going through a mid-life crisis or something.”
She was dressed in a pair of her nice slacks and satin blouse, no bra. That wasn’t unusual, with her smallish breasts, she often didn’t bother with a bra. I think that’s sexy as hell, though, with her plump nipples poking out. Her boobs might not be overly prominent, but they’re just right on her thin frame, plus, what she’s lacking in tit size she more than makes up for with her nips. Maybe that’s why they’re so sensitive.
Her long, jet-black hair reaches to the center of her back, more than a little sexy, especially when she wears one of her backless dresses. Also, when she wears nothing and lets her hair frame her face, flowing down her chest, those nipples poking through just aching to be sucked.
We both had to be at work at eight the next morning, making it all the more surprising when Tammy came out of our bathroom wearing that black, barely-there teddy that I hadn’t seen since… hell, I don’t have any idea when the last time was.
Tammy could probably have been a Playboy model except for her boobs. It’s always been her one complaint about her body, although she’s never contemplated the idea of doing anything about it, nor would I ever want her to. For me, she’s perfect. She knows how to ‘do the walk’, too, when she wants, although it’s another thing that pretty rarely shows itself. It did that night, in spades!
By the time she reached our bed I doubt there was a pint of blood left above my waist, it was all pooled in one very stiff part of my anatomy, anticipating a very enjoyable lovemaking session with a very gorgeous woman.
I wasn’t disappointed, either, when Tammy crawled onto the bed, pulled the covers down, then slowly peeled my boxers off my body, and wrapped her silk and lace-encrusted body against mine with a soul-searing kiss.
We spent the next several minutes enjoying each other’s bodies and oh my, did I ever enjoy! I couldn’t even remember the last time my wife had been quite this amorous. And then sliding those silk panties down her luscious legs… God had put heaven in this bed right with me!
At the point I couldn’t take it any longer, my cock felt like an iron rod with billions of ultra-sensitive nerve endings. I rolled Tammy over on her back and started to climb between her legs, she surprised the hell out of me, “No,” she said, “let’s try something different,” rolling over on her tummy, then up on her hands and knees. “We haven’t done it like this for a long time.”
That was a fucking understatement! I remember that years ago we’d done it a time or two. Why we hadn’t more I have no idea, kind of like that one time in the shower. Why do we enjoy the hell out of something once or twice, then never do it again? The different feelings are simply incredible. I sure as hell wasn’t going to object, climbing around behind her and lining up my not-so-little man, its head just taking its first peek inside her, “All at once… hard!” she implored.
I let out a little groan, Tammy’s heat and slickness already threatening to engulf me. I closed my eyes, gripped her hips, took a breath, and plunged into her depths!
“Ohhh… Gawd!” Tammy moaned, rocking herself back, letting out more little whimpers. “Hard… fuck me hard!” she pleaded.
I almost felt like I was having an out-of-body experience, witnessing a porno in real time, starring my wife and ‘some guy’, the guy she’d written about eight days earlier. Except, it was my cock she was milking, rocking back and forth, encouraging me to plunge deeper inside her, seemingly having an almost constant orgasm, begging me not to stop, telling me to fuck her harder. This was something we’d never experienced together before. Hell, I hadn’t ever been with any of the other two girls I’d been with before her, either. This was a total first in our almost five years of marriage.
All good things must come to an end and fucking how it ended! The explosion wracked my body, Tammy’s wails making it even more powerful.
Minutes later, both of us lying on the bed trying to come back to life, Tammy still on her stomach, me on my back, bodies wet with sweat, my brain still in shock at what had just happened. “What the FUCK brought that on!” I finally managed to mutter, not so much asking as just exclaiming. Sure as hell not complaining.
Tammy rolled over, snuggling up to me, her tongue tickling my ear, “My mother,” she whispered
I cocked my head, looking at her, “Your… what?” hardly believing, not understanding at all.
Okay, maybe a brief interlude here, Tammy’s mom, Sandra, she’s forty-two, was only eighteen when Tammy was born. You’ve seen pictures of mother and daughter celebrities where you can hardly tell which is which? Well, that’s the case with Tammy and her mom, the two of them are near interchangeable. With a little makeup, they look more like twin sisters than mother and daughter. Even when together, you’d never believe that they were mother and daughter, maybe a slightly older sister. One thing I know for damned sure, if Tammy ages like her mother, I’m in for a very happy life!
“Mom seems to be having a bit of a midlife crisis… or something,” she said, “she… umm… told me some things I never would have believed before tonight.”
I cocked my brows, confused. What on earth?
“Not sure if I should say anything, she… the years I was growing up… my mother had a lover.”
“She… what? Is this your mom you’re talking about? Had a lover? What about your dad, he know about that?”
“That’s what seems weird. Yeah, Mom says he knew. Dad even encouraged her. They… uhh… had threesomes with the guy.”
I lay there totally gobsmacked. There’s not a sweeter, more genuine person on earth than Tammy’s mother. A lover? Threesomes? Fuck no!
Then I thought about what I’d just read on Tammy’s computer. Hell, I’d have said the same thing about my wife before reading that.
“So, what brought this up all of a sudden? If she’s had this secret so long, why spill it now?”
“I don’t know why now. She says she hasn’t seen the guy for over seven years but wants to renew what they had. And holy shit, what she told me that they used to do together, how he made her feel so sexy…”
“Hate to break it to you, love, but your mother IS sexy, you know, like her daughter, practically indistinguishable.” And then a realization hit me, “You’re thinking you want to trade places with her, don’t you, go out with her guy, that’s what turned you on so much tonight, wasn’t it?”
Tammy blushed, her face turning bright red, “I…I…”
I chuckled, “Hell, I think the idea’s hot as hell, too, Babe, not that I think you’d ever do something like that, but damn, what a hot fantasy, huh?”
But would she? I know what I said, and the thought of Tammy doing something like that terrified me. But… that thing I’d read earlier, there is a guy out there, one who she has the phone number for. And I have to admit that it fucking turns me on!
She never answered, just snuggled up and told me she loved me.
We’re both happy that she works in a doctor’s office, regular hours Monday thru Friday, same as me. I’m a civil engineer working for the city designing streets and utility lines (sewer and water), pretty mundane work. At the time we were in the process of designing a rebuild of one of the major side streets in town, including the sewer line. Between the two of us, we make a pretty good living for a couple not yet thirty, no kids yet. Life was pretty damned good!
That little interlude took place Thursday night. Friday, I was out of the office all day, surveying the street and was a little late getting home, about a quarter after six. Tammy was in the living room with the TV on and her laptop, typing away. “What you working on?” I asked her, not even thinking about what I’d read the night before.
“Oh, nothing,” she answered, “just messaging with Mom. You want to go out for dinner after a bit? Try that new barbecue place we’ve been wondering about?”
Forty minutes later we’d changed out of our work clothes and were on our way across town. The reviews in the paper about this place, Sampson’s Barbecue, were really good and we’d been anxious to try it since it opened a couple weeks before. Tammy had put on a short denim dress that buttoned down the front. It wasn’t overly sexy except for how short it was. But, oh my, did Tammy ever look delicious in it! Only thing was, I couldn’t tell if she was wearing a bra or not, her dress wasn’t quite thin enough. I love it when she goes out with her nipples poking holes through her blouse or dress. After the night before, I was eager to get her home and see if maybe there might be a repeat.
Sampson’s was every bit as good as advertised. They primarily did sandwiches, but you could order them however you wanted, beef, pork, chicken, all of it slow barbecued on charcoal, piled high on any kind of their homemade bread, cheese, veggies, and any kind of condiments you wanted. Our sandwiches looked and smelled so good as they were making them.
Their little dining room was full, so I suggested to Tammy that we take ours to go and find a nice spot to stop and eat. Our town is fairly flat land, except for a few pretty big mounds, one of which has a parking space that overlooks the countryside. At night it’s beautiful with all the lights from miles around. We’d parked there occasionally just to… you know what, but not for a long time.
Anyway, that’s where we went to sit and eat our sandwiches, just looking out over the town and surrounding country. We sat quietly in the car, eating, and enjoying the view of the bright sunset painting the sky like no artist could. The sunsets in Wyoming are just… unbelievable.
“You talk to your mom any more about her little dilemma?” I asked after we’d wrapped up our half-sandwich leftovers.
“She’s going to tell Dad she wants to see him again, but she’s a little reticent about it because he’s gotten more possessive over the last few years.”
“And?”
“And… she can hardly wait to fuck him again.”
And… fuck… I wasn’t going to wait until we got home. “Want to get in the back seat?” I asked my sexy bride.
“God, yes, I thought you’d never ask!”
Amazing, how fast, how hard my dick can get with the proper incentive!
When was the last time we’d done anything like this? Maybe never? We noticed several other cars, likely with couples doing the same thing as we were frantically opening the back doors. I didn’t give a damn, though, if someone saw us, doubt that Tammy would, either.
As soon as we were in the back seat I realized the significance of the button-down-the-front dress that Tammy was wearing. But we didn’t have time for even that, our lips on each others in one of the most scorching, white-hot kisses we’d ever had. If someone could figure out a way to bottle a kiss like that, they’d be a billionaire within weeks.
Our hands were all over each other, bodies buzzing with excitement. I tried to get my hands between us on those buttons at the same time Tammy was pulling at my shirt, not even worrying about ripping buttons. I discovered in very short order, that no, my wife wasn’t wearing a bra and my mouth went to one of her breasts.
“Oh god, oh god,” Tammy was screeching as I sucked her tit in my mouth, biting not so gently on her nipple. We’d gone from zero to a hundred in a matter of seconds, that vision she’d created in my mind of her pressed against the wall front and center.
I sucked that tit, switching to the other, Tammy whimpering and digging her manicured fingernails into my scalp.
“Ohh, Ohh, I’m gonna…,” her body shuddering and stiffening, hands tightening on the back of my head pulling me into her chest, one tit in my mouth.
It took what seemed like several minutes for her to finally relax. “Pants off, I need you inside me,” she finally said, beginning to unbutton the rest of her dress.
At the same time, I pushed my pants and undies down, getting an eyeful of the fact that Tammy was sans panties under her dress. “Naughty girl,” I told her. I couldn’t believe that she’d gone into that little restaurant wearing that short dress, totally naked under it. Not that I was complaining!
“You going to sit there and complain or you going to fuck me?”
Holy shit! I think my dick must have expanded another fifty percent with that little expletive. She shucked her dress off her shoulders naked except her sandals.
We hadn’t done this before, not ever. This kind of sex just plain wasn’t in our repertoire so it was a little awkward. We managed, though, rather franticly. Both of us were vibrating with the sexual energy just begging to release itself. We’ve seen movies of people struggling in the back seat, bumping their heads, having all sorts of comical problems but it wasn’t that way with us.
It took a bit of struggling, but in short order, Tammy was on my lap. Just watching her face was an experience in eroticism, the way she was biting her bottom lip, eyes closed, face in a sexy grimace as her overheated vagina slid down on my stuffed dick.
Once our pelvises pressed tight together, Tammy let out her breath in a long moan. “This is not gonna be long,” I told her, “you’re already about to make him explode.”
She ground down, “Ohh, me too,” she said, “you feel so fucking good inside me!” Tammy NEVER uses the ‘f’ word. I had been amazed the last couple days.
She lifted herself off me and fell back down, my hands on her hips pulling her down, “Oh shit, I’m gonna…” I moaned, not able to stop myself, bucking up into her, making short, hard jabs, trying to get that tiny bit deeper inside her, imagining that I was ‘that guy’. When I felt her pussy muscles contracting and her body stiffening again, I lost it completely, spurting my cum deep inside her, losing any semblance of control, the orgasm wracking through my body from the top of my head to my toes, every nerve alive with the sensations.
The drive home was another rather unique experience, neither one of us bothering with any clothes, driving the twenty minutes to the house completely naked. Hell, I was almost hoping to get stopped by a cop. I chuckled to myself, thinking that a lady cop would have been perfect to top off our night. Even Tammy was laughing about the possibility. I even thought about speeding or running a stop light just for the experience.
Luckily, we had Tammy’s car that lives in the garage. Mine is parked on one side of the driveway, so we didn’t have to make a dash from the street. We were laughing hysterically by the time we were in the house and when we reached the bedroom, I was ready to fuck my wife all over again, except neither of us could keep from giggling when we jumped into bed, Tammy on her back, wrapping her legs around my waist. Our sex life had officially been rejuvenated!
By the time I got up Saturday morning, Tammy was already downstairs on her computer, typing away. I made some breakfast; potato patties and sausages in the air fryer, along with a couple fried eggs, Tammy continuing to type as we ate.
“Mia’s coming over, we’re picking up Mom and going shopping this morning,” she announced after we finished. Mia (what the heck kind of name is ‘Mia’, anyway? Who would do that to an innocent baby?) is Tammy’s best friend, a red-head bombshell if there ever was one: Five-ten, legs that seem to go on forever; boobs at least double Tammy’s. They were so perfect I’d have suspected a boob job, except I knew she hadn’t; that long, thick hair down her back; and those green eyes! She’s the girl that when you’re at the mall and you see her either coming or going, your blood boils with arousal and pools between your legs, and your eyes forget that it’s not polite to stare. And when she happens to be wearing something revealing (as in almost always), I’m sure she’s caused many a heart to stop. Scorching hot is probably the aptest description for Mia.
She and Tammy were in nursing school together, Mia two years behind Tammy, and they’ve been friends ever since. Mia in a bikini is just… holy shit! She was Tammy’s Maid of Honor at our wedding and nobody has ever worn a Maid of Honor dress quite like she did.
I’ve often wondered why she’s not married. Seems like Mia goes through boyfriends like most people go through toilet paper. Maybe that’s how she knows when it’s time for a new one, ‘toilet paper roll’s about gone, time for a new boyfriend.’
I watched out the window as they pulled away in Mia’s car, waiting five minutes just to be sure they weren’t coming back for something, then headed straight to Tammy’s computer. I know I shouldn’t have, but damn, a man’s only got so much willpower. Even that five minutes was almost more than I could endure.
June 19
Last night with Jase was awesome, we’ve got to do that more often.
Yeah, it sure as hell was, I had to agree.
But I feel guilty about what I told him. I led him to believe, no, more than that, I lied to him. It wasn’t Mom’s boyfriend that had me so turned on, it was Ian, seeing him again after all those years. Then Mom, telling me about her little ‘extra-curricular activity’, reminding me all over again what it had been like with him. I remember our first time, he owned an art gallery, wonder if he still does.
Mia talked me into going that night, said she’d always wanted to go to one and then the topper, ‘I heard the owner’s hot!’ Well, we went and almost before I knew what was happening, this hot guy with the sexy Australian accent (and he was H O T!) had me bent over the back of a couch in one of his back rooms with his big cock driving in and out of my pussy. I’d never come so hard in my life. I didn’t even know he was the gallery’s owner then. Or that he was rich.
Holy fucking shit! I had to read that again … and again.
Now he wants to meet me for lunch or dinner. And I hate to say it but he’s hotter now than he was then. I told him, no, I couldn’t, that I was married and I loved my husband, but he insisted that all he wanted was to talk, to reminisce. I know better. We were only together a little over two months, the sexiest, most exciting months of my life, but I think I got to know him pretty well in those ten weeks, three days.
One thing I never understood, why me and not Mia? She has more sex appeal in her little finger than I do in my whole body.
I stared off into space, realizing that my dick was hard as stone. I reread it all one more time then kept reading what she’d written this morning.
June 20
Jason is awesome, another unbelievable night. That was soooo much fun! It felt like we were nasty, horny teenagers on our first date, not that I ever did anything like that on a first date with a guy. Well, except for the art gallery night with Ian. But even that wasn’t in the back seat of a car in a public parking lot. And I wasn’t naked with Ian, that didn’t come until our actual first date. What a memory THAT is!
I’ve been feeling so sexy these last couple days. I called Mia and asked her if she’d want to go shopping for some sexy clothes with me. I want something… you know, just in case I agree to meet Ian, something I haven’t worn with Jason. Besides, I think Jason might like it, too.
Speaking of Ian, I can’t believe I’m actually considering calling him. I should delete his number from my phone, except it wouldn’t help, I have it memorized. If I met him, and it’s a big ‘if’, I’m pretty sure I know what would happen. He’s become like an obsession, almost all I can think about. I want to see him again, so badly. But I’m scared, too. I could never say no to him, even that night when he said he was going back to Australia and we probably wouldn’t ever see each other again. He just dumped me that night and I still fucked him!
Lunch. Lunch should be safe, somewhere with lots of people like The Olive Garden. I’d dress up in something nice, show him what he threw away, then come home to my husband, the man I love and going to spend the rest of my life with… and fuck him till we both drop from exhaustion!
Okay, I hear Mia outside. Gonna put this up. Don’t want Jason to ever see it. And I am NOT going to lunch or anything else with Ian!
I went through the routine of hiding that I’d opened Tammy’s private stuff and put her computer back exactly like I found it. Hell, I even felt like wiping it down, erasing my fingerprints.
She’s going to do it, not a doubt in my mind. How did I feel about that? I think I’ve already made at least part of it pretty clear, it scares the fucking shit out of me! I was terrified, horrified at the thought of another man fucking my Tammy. But, goddamn, it made my dick hard! When I closed my eyes and saw Tammy pushed up against a wall, naked, this hot guy behind her, I don’t know… it just did something to me. I knew that if I touched myself right then I’d have come, my imagination carrying me away.
I went outside and mowed the lawn even though I’d just mowed it the weekend before, anything to keep busy, take my mind off my wife. I wished she’d never called me asking for that stupid recipe. I’d never have found that thing she was writing. Now I was obsessed with it, torn between wanting to kill the asshole guy and wanting to watch him fuck my wife. I was so fucked up!
Mia and Tammy finally got home in the late afternoon, giggling like little girls as they carried sacks into the house. “Wanna fashion show?” Tammy yelled down to me as they were about halfway up the stairs.
No sane male would turn that down. “Yeah,” I yelled back, “better make it good.”
I sat down and waited, wondering exactly what I might be seeing shortly, the anticipation exciting as hell. Tammy putting on a sexy fashion show would have been pretty damned spectacular in itself but when you throw in Mia as well, the possibilities seemed endless.
I didn’t have to wait long until the two girls came back downstairs, wearing short, tight, leather skirts, both of them, only about halfway to their knees and eye-popping, totally transparent blouses embroidered with colorful flowers. Picture fabric saran wrap, slightly tinted and you have a pretty good idea of those blouses. Mia’s skirt was dark green, the blouse a greenish tinge with a dark green bra underneath. Tammy’s skirt was burgundy, her blouse just a tinge of black with flowery embroidery, and a burgundy lace bra, LOTS of skin showing under those blouses. It was two women wearing sexy bras with a filmy covering, not intending to hide anything underneath.
“You like?” Mia asked, doing a little modeling pirouette, “another option is a silk camisole and no bra,” she said.
“Oh yeah, you both look so good, can I see the other, too?” Damn, my dick was growing.
They did their little sexy modeling walk back up the stairs and a few minutes later were back, wearing the same thing except for having swapped out the bra for a very sexy, kind of crop-top camisole. (I think that’s what you call it, coming to just below the swell of their breasts) “Ohh, I like that!” I said, staring at Mia’s tits under that practically nothing. They were pretty obvious, a little hard not to.
She surprised the hell out of me, hiking her skirt up and sitting on my lap, straddling me, pressing her nearly naked breasts against me. My arms instinctively went around her, pulling her a little tighter. I don’t doubt at all that the shock showed on my face. She kissed my cheek, then nibbled on my ear, the scent of her perfume engulfing me. “You can play with them, I know you want to,” she whispered in my ear. Jesus!
I looked over at Tammy, a smile on her face, bewilderment I was sure showing on mine, “She’s between boyfriends, really horny. I told her she could have you for five minutes, so be nice… just not too… nice.”
Okay, I still didn’t know, what the hell? ‘Have me’? What the hell does that mean?
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Tammy must have read my mind, “She complained it’s been over three weeks, I told her you’d be more than happy to give her girls a little male attention.”
Holy shit! Was she serious? Some kind of trap? But the way she was smiling and licking her lips… If my dick hadn’t been ready to explode it sure as hell was then! I cannot tell a lie, I’ve dreamed of this moment, probably since the first time I met Mia. Mia’s two years younger than us, twenty-five. Like I said, I’ve seen her in a bikini. Can you say ‘drool’!
I looked away from Tammy and into Mia’s green eyes. While I was looking, she began unbuttoning her blouse. “You heard your wife, five minutes.”
I watched, totally mesmerized, as Tammy’s best friend slipped her blouse off her arms then reached down and slowly began to pull up the camisole, the only thing between me and heaven. It didn’t take long, her midriff was already bare. In about three seconds the swell of her naked tits started to show, then her speckled areola, her nipples, hard-looking and pointed.
My entire nervous system was on fire, especially the chemical reaction going on in my brain, even though all the blood had flowed to my dick.
“Five minutes,” my wife reminded me as I was sitting there totally mesmerized by Mia’s fabulous, naked tits poking out from her chest right in front of me, nipples jutting out and seemingly eager. I opened my mouth and descended on one, sucking her hard nipple inside, getting a loud moan, “Oh yeah,” from Mia, “she likes that!”
My grip around Mia’s now naked back tightened, and I tried to swallow her whole tit, Mia aggressively grinding her panty-clad pussy against my seriously hard dick, trapped inside my pants. This whole thing, starting with their fashion show had been so sudden and unreal, but this… just holy shit!
Mia ground her tit in my mouth, my opposite hand went to her other, pinching her nipple between my fingers, feeling just how friggin hard it was, not from cold, either.
Her hand went inside her panties, I could feel her fingers working through my pants. My fingers dug into her back pulling that tit harder into my mouth.
Mia’s moans were like the sweetest music, and it seemed like we’d only begun when Tammy announced our five minutes in heaven were up. I didn’t want to let go, but Mia pulled away, leaned down, and kissed me on the lips, just for an instant. God, I was craving more, wanting to kiss her. She put her fingers on my lips, letting me suck those sweet juices off them. “That was bonus,” she said, “I didn’t exactly clear that with your wife.” God, I needed to fuck!
I glanced at Tammy, hoping she was still okay. I honestly hadn’t thought a lot about her during my five minutes and didn’t feel a damn bit guilty about it. She had a hand under her skirt, not leaving any doubt as to what she was doing, the same as Mia had been doing with hers. “Think the time’s up for you, too,” I told her, pulling her hand out from wherever it had been. Funny how her fingers were so damp. She licked her own, what a sexy sight, those lips sucking her juicy fingers into her mouth.
“I need to use the bathroom for a minute,” Mia said, heading off toward our main floor bath. Tammy followed.
While I waited, I wondered if what had just happened could have anything to do with Tammy having a guilty conscience over Ian.
It seemed like a long time, but eventually, they were both back. Mia had put her camisole and blouse back on. “Your wife and I are going out, going to find some sexy guys at a bar to leave with blue balls. At least Tam will, I might find someone to go home with. I plan for us to do some verrry heavy flirting,” she said.
“So, which should we wear under the blouse, the bra or the camisole?” Mia asked.
My dick was still painfully hard, speaking of ‘blue balls’. Maybe that contributed to my idiocy or just… whatever, but I answered, “Neither.”
“What do you mean, neither?” Tammy asked, “you don’t think we should wear this? Something different?”
“Oh no, no, I definitely think you should wear that, just… neither the bra or camisole under the blouse.”
Tammy’s face blushed a bright red, “You mean…”
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I mean,” I reiterated, “except you probably don’t have the nerves for it, do you?”
Mia smiled, looking at my wife, “It would be fun… Tam?”
Her face was still red, “No, no way… I couldn’t!”
I chuckled, “I knew you’d be too much of a coward. Mia will, she wants to. I think you should, too.”
Tammy crossed her arms over herself, covering her chest, her face redder than ever, “I… I… ”
The other thing that briefly crossed my mind and kept bouncing around was that this would have been a perfect time for her to call her guy, Ian, meet him in some bar, dressed like I’d suggested. See just how much willpower she has.
“Okay, we’re set then,” Mia said, “Jason, why don’t you get us an Uber in about an hour, we’ll be too hammered to drive afterward, and Tam and I’ll get ready.”
My wife still looked stricken, “Mia… you serious? What if we get arrested? We’ll be practically naked!”
“What, you never did anything a little daring back in college?”
“This is a little more than ‘a little daring’, besides, that was…'” Tammy complained.
“So, it’ll be more than ‘a little fun’ then too, won’t it?” she answered.
Tammy rolled her eyes and the two retired to the bedroom upstairs to get ready. This whole thing had me so fucking turned on! I couldn’t believe that my heretofore semi-conservative wife was going to go through with this. I’d said what I did mostly as a joke, expecting a rise of indignation from both girls, completely overruled. But hell, I sure wasn’t going to complain if it actually happened. I’d have to see it to believe it.
I wondered again, wishing there was some way to alert Ian to be at whatever bar. But I didn’t know what bar, no phone number for Ian, no idea who he was even, except his first name. Besides, that would be one fucking bad idea!
I still wished I could do it, though!
I’d almost forgotten my little task, the Uber. I got on my computer, found their website, and reserved a ride at our address in an hour.
The Uber driver knocked on the door right at an hour later. I yelled upstairs letting the girls know he was here, and a moment later heard our bedroom door opening and closing, two hotter than fuck women coming down the stairs. They’d both gone all out with the makeup, glossy pink lips, painted nails… and their outfits. Heels, silver for Mia, shimmery gold for Tammy. Except… fuck… both were wearing light jackets. I could tell they were wearing the transparent blouses, but they were covered with those damned jackets. Had they or hadn’t they?
“Don’t wait up, we might be late… if at all tonight,” Tammy giggled, giving me a brief but hot kiss. “Just make sure you’re in the mood when I do get home,” she added. Not much chance of that not happening!
I might not have ‘waited up’, but there was no way in hell I was going to sleep. I’d climbed in bed a couple hours after they’d left, then lay there staring at the ceiling, wondering who in hell had inhabited my wife’s body over the last few days. Hell, maybe she was wondering the same thing about me. After all, sucking another woman’s tits wasn’t exactly in my normal repertoire.
It was almost one in the morning when I finally heard our front door opening and closing. My heart rate jumped, listening to the footsteps coming up our stairs. It seemed like every one of my senses was finely tuned, anticipating…
Our bedroom door slowly swung open and there she stood, Tammy, dressed exactly like I’d imagined, totally naked under that sheer blouse. Sheer doesn’t even begin to describe it, it was more like she was naked on top, just a transparent, flowery covering.
She stood inside the door, closed it behind her, leaning on it, smiling at me, “Come here, big boy, I need fucked!”
My cock had been hard most of the night, but the last few seconds had taken it to new heights, most especially those three words. I climbed out of bed and sauntered over to her, smelling the alcohol… and something else, a man’s cologne, very faint? “You’re drunk,” I told her.
“I know, fucking drunk horny!” She turned around, leaning against the door, spreading her legs, “Now fuck me, goddammit, fuck me!”
My shorts hit the floor, and I ran my hands up her legs, pushing her short skirt up with them, exposing her… no panties! I hadn’t expected that. Pressing against her, my lips on her neck, hands cupping her breasts, that scent was much stronger, no doubt in my mind, masculine cologne.
“You’ve been bad, haven’t you.”
“Yesss, I’ve been so naughty,” her alcohol-laden breath coming in gasps. I’d never seen Tammy like this. My hand worked around the back of her leg to her pussy and two fingers pressed deep inside. So fucking slippery! So hot!
“Ohhh yessss!” she moaned.
“Tell me… who was he? did you fuck someone?”
She moaned, “Would you be upset if I had?”
I didn’t have an answer to that question. I didn’t even know if I wanted an answer to my question. The one thing I did know was that any semblance of self-control was gone completely. I spread Tammy’s legs a little more and pressed my cock inside her, her leaning up against our bedroom door… and then plunged inside her as deep as I could get, taking her breath away, feeling her near collapse, supporting nearly her entire weight.
Tammy was whimpering, moaning steadily, as my cock plunged in and out of her depths, nearly lifting her off the floor with each thrust. It seemed as if our fucking was becoming harder and more exciting with each night’s discoveries, my dick almost impossibly hard inside her.
Tammy began to squeal, her pussy squeezing, her body stiffening, shuddering, and I made one last, hard thrust inside her before my orgasm took complete control of my body, matching Tammy’s spasming body.
We crawled to our bed, me naked, and Tammy still wearing what she’d worn out with Mia, ‘fuck me’ heels included. “You really didn’t wear any panties all night?” I asked her. That discovery had been a major shock to my system.
She shook her head, “It was Mia’s idea,” she said, “you know that when a woman wears matching bra and panties, it means she wants to get laid. Well, Mia wanted to get laid, especially after you and her… and since we weren’t wearing a bra, the matching thing was… nothing… and she wanted to get laid, so… it’s what we wore.”
She started to unbutton her blouse, “No, stand up, let me see you the way you were, exactly what you wore.”
She scooted off the bed and stood, “The makeup isn’t quite what it was, I think it got messed up a little.”
I looked her up and down; leather skirt about ten inches above her knees, still wearing her gold heels, and that blouse… It was like Tammy was standing there topless, not even the dimples around her nipples were hidden, her gorgeous tits there for all to see. That blouse wasn’t fit to leave the bedroom, much less to a public bar! She was making me hard all over again… and then to find out she was naked under that short skirt! I tried to picture her sitting in that skirt, bare underneath, wondering if she’d crossed her legs. Not…?
“Damn, woman, how did you not get accosted?”
She smiled, “What makes you think I didn’t? Maybe some guy or guys had their five minutes in heaven, too. And what would make you think it wouldn’t have been me doing the accosting? You have any idea how turned on I’ve been?”
She sat on the bed, took her heels off, then the blouse and skirt, lying down beside me, naked. We lay in silence for the next several minutes, me trying to picture my wife in some upscale bar, I still didn’t know where they went, practically naked on top, opening her legs, giving some stranger a peek at her naked pussy. God, it made me hot… and not mad hot, either. My hand went down to cup her pussy and… she was bare, smooth like a baby! Hell, I hadn’t even noticed in the excitement of a few moments ago. My hand just naturally explored.
“You like it? I did it for you, a Brazilian wax, thought it would be sexy… too bad you weren’t the first to discover it,” letting out a little giggle. Did she have any fucking clue what she was doing to me?
“Were you jealous tonight, knowing your wife was out doing her best to get some guy hot and bothered? Letting him discover what had been meant only for you? Like Mia said, ‘leaving him with VERY blue balls’… or not.”
“Jealous? Hell yes, I was,” out of my fucking mind kind of jealous! It had been driving me crazy all night knowing what she was wearing… and who she was with. “But it was the biggest turn-on ever, too, for the same reason… what you were wearing… and now… this!” I said, rubbing my fingers over her bareness, how exquisitely soft she felt.
It was unsettling, causing an upheaval in my mind, what this was, something that had been dormant in my wife… since we met, even. This woman tonight, the last several days… Ian… going out tonight like she had, then coming home and demanding I fuck her. I remember it was just a few days ago I commented that Tammy and I ‘made love’, we never ‘fucked’. Yet, that’s all we’d been doing lately. It seemed there was a hidden personality I’d never suspected, almost like some alien being had taken over my wife’s body.
We kissed, the taste of the alcohol still strong on her lips, still the scent of cologne on her body, our bodies pressed tight together for several minutes. “Make love to me, Jason, like we used to, please.”
Our kiss became more passionate, I fondled her breasts, gently pinching her nipples, before she rolled over on her back, spreading her legs, and pulled me on top. My cock was hard and ready, slowly pushing inside her, so different than a few minutes earlier. I pressed up on my arms, looking at my wife’s face with a satisfied grin, eyes closed as she writhed under me.
I slid in and out of her, her hot pussy feeling so damned good. Tammy moaned her contentment that I’d heard so many times over the last years. Not quite like a few minutes ago, but this was the wife I’d fallen deeper in love with each passing day.
We made love, kissing, Tammy’s arms around my body, the arousal growing in intensity until I felt her lips stiffen and her pussy clenching my cock. I let out a loud groan, my body stiffening, thrusting inside her, and the explosion coming from deep inside me.
The next thing I knew, light was streaming in our bedroom window, and Tammy’s side of the bed was empty. The disappointment tore through me that there was no Tammy on the other side of the bed. I’d hoped for an early morning repeat, the sexy Tammy that had come home so turned on last night. Hell, I’d have been thrilled with the ‘wife’ Tammy, too.
I got up, threw on an old pair of jeans and shirt, and went downstairs to find her sitting at our dining table drinking a steaming cup of coffee, her computer open in front of her. “You’re up. After last night, I thought you’d probably sleep in this morning.”
“Had a headache, thought a cup of coffee would help. It has, a little.”
I sat down beside her as she closed her laptop. “Last night… it was, I can’t even think of a word…”
She smiled at me, that devastatingly hot smile I love, “I know, I’m the same, don’t know how to describe it, any of it. I’d have thought I dreamed it, except for the headache this morning and all the dried cum on my legs.” Tammy NEVER wakes up with a headache, hardly even when she’s sick. “Still feeling a little woozy, too, kind of evidence that at least some of it was real.”
“If you’re not feeling so good, you can go back to bed, and I’ll bring you breakfast in bed.”
“Mmm, that sounds good, you sure you wouldn’t mind?”
“No, happy to, go.”
Tammy picked up her laptop, stood, and kissed me on the lips, “Thank you, sweet, maybe we can… you know… a little later after my headache lets up.”
I smiled back at her, winking at her, letting her know that I’d be more than happy to resume our little rendezvous from last night.
She trudged upstairs, and I retreated to the kitchen, a very definite swagger in my step. I got out the bacon and peeled several strips off, one of Tammy’s favorites, then stopped and tried using my brain. She has a hangover, what food is good with a hangover? I had no idea so got my phone and googled it. Avocado toast, argh, choke, choke. We both hate avocados. Vegetable omelet. Now that was something I could make, we have broccoli and cauliflower, and it sounded kind of good, something we’ve never had before.
I chopped up some broccoli and cauliflower, a little ham, sauteed some onion in butter, cooked all together just a bit, then four eggs, added the veggies and cheddar, let it cook a bit, folded the egg over, and finished cooking.
I was quite proud of myself, taking two plates of my omelet creation into our bedroom, along with a glass of ice water with a little lemon juice for Tammy. She was sitting up, leaning on the headboard with her laptop open on her lap but eyes closed.
I wanted to peek at that laptop but a few seconds after I entered the room her eyes opened and she closed it.
“Made something special for you,” I told her, “drink lots of water, too, it’s supposed to help.” I handed her her plate and sat at her vanity with mine.
“Good,” she told me after a few bites, “making me feel better already.”
We sat and ate in companionable silence for the next several minutes, and when done I told her I’d be downstairs if she needed anything more, taking our plates with me. What I wanted, other than the repeat of last night, was to allow her to write in her little ‘diary’.
It was maybe an hour and a half later when Tammy came downstairs, dressed in a pair of shorts and tank top, “Mia called, asking if we’d bring her car home. She’ll bring us back. You want to get dressed, we can have some fun after we get back home.
“Nah, you go ahead. You feel okay to drive?” She answered affirmatively that breakfast had helped tremendously.
Mia’s name hadn’t even come up the night before, “What about her, anyway, what happened with her last night?”
“I’m pretty sure that Mia’s goal was very successfully consummated. She went home with two brothers who were still in college, sooo…”
She found Mia’s keys, gave me what could only be described as a ‘we’ll finish this later’ kiss, and was gone.
It’s about twenty minutes to Mia’s so I figured I had a minimum of forty minutes with Tammy’s laptop, hoping to find out exactly what had happened the night before. I went upstairs, looked, and couldn’t find it, panicking that maybe she’d hidden it away somewhere. I knew she didn’t have it when she left, so I started looking, checking her drawers, finally finding it in her nightstand where I should have looked to begin with.
June 21
Omigod! Where to even begin? I guess with Mia, our shopping trip. When we found the blouses and were wondering if we dared, even with something on under them, Mia commented, ‘You know what your husband’s going to say, don’t you?’ We both laughed because we both knew.
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And then the fashion show. That was Mia’s idea, sort of mine, too. She said she was horny and wanted to show off a little in front of a guy. I laughed and told her to have at it, that she could have Jason for five minutes as long as she gave him back to me. Watching how my husband enjoyed sucking those perfect tits was probably the biggest turn-on since Ian. Mia seemed to enjoy it, too. It even made me wonder what it might be like if Jason and Mia were to go further, and actually fuck each other. God, that seems like it would be hot to watch.
Holy shit! Was she serious? Mia and me? I closed my eyes, reliving those minutes, trying to imagine what it could have been like. After a couple minutes, my dick now painfully hard, I kept reading.
Then, as if on cue, Jason did exactly what Mia said he’d do, suggesting we not wear anything under our blouses. After that little show, I was turned on enough to do it. What Jason doesn’t know is that I used to do stuff like that for Ian. I was a very naughty girl! Mom and Dad would have been shocked. Well, now that I know a little more about them, maybe not so much. Pretty sure they still wouldn’t have let me out of the house, though.
So, Mia and I went to this nightclub. I knew she had every intention of getting laid. After those ‘five minutes in heaven’, I’d have agreed to it if she’d have just wanted to stay and get laid at home, my husband as her costar.
I read that again, trying to absorb the idea that Tammy wanted me to fuck her friend. Unfuckingbelievable!
I’d never heard of the place we went to, but it didn’t take long after we sat for a waitress to ask what we wanted to drink. I wondered if she might have been a les’, at least bi, the way she was ogling our practically naked chests. I kind of wished that Jason was there, bet we could give him a show he’d not forget for a long, long time.
She pointed out a couple guys at another table who were buying our drinks. When she brought them a few minutes later the guys who bought the drinks asked if they could sit with us. A little hard to say no after buying the drinks.
I can’t think the last time I’d been quite so turned on. They were cute.
I guess we thought we owed them a dance for the drinks. Besides, they weren’t half bad looking, said they were brothers, going to the University of Wyoming. I was pretty sure that Mia wanted us to carry the game to its natural conclusion, land both these guys in bed, maybe the four of us together, like we would have back in college. It’s what we were planning the night I met Jason, except he didn’t know it, and when I realized I really liked him, didn’t share.
But Mia’s not married, doesn’t even have a boyfriend. I am married and could never do that to my husband.
I danced with Larry, the older twin by twenty minutes. He saw the ring on my finger, asked if I was married, “Very happily,” I told him. Even so, it was the first time I’d been ‘felt up’ by anyone other than Jason since before we met. He even got in a little kiss. I cannot tell a lie, I liked it!
We danced with them twice, the second dance Larry was getting much friskier. I kind of, you know, pressed against him, feeling how big he was, and his hand was on my butt, pulling. I know I should have stopped him, but my brain wasn’t working so well. Turned on doesn’t even begin to describe it. If I hadn’t been married, I’d have gone with him in a minute!
When we sat back down, Mia told the twins that we wanted a little alone time, that we’d check in with them later. They both acted a little dejected but were nice enough about it.
We sat, drinking, enjoying the music and people watching when I got up the courage, no doubt much of it ‘liquid’ courage, to tell Mia what I’d been wanting to ever since we left the house, “You’re going to fuck my husband, and I want to watch.” She was just taking a drink when I blurted it out and she spit it all the way across the table, coughing and choking. It was so funny.
Holy fucking shit! I had to read that paragraph two more times just to see if I’d read what I thought I read. Was she fucking serious?
Mia stared at me, wide-eyed. I stared back. “You’re serious, aren’t you? You sure you’re not already drunk? I get any say in this?”
“Yes; no, not sure, might be a little; no – not unless you really don’t want to. Do you want to?”
“Girl, your husband is hot. Hell, yes, I’d do him, long as it didn’t screw up our friendship, you kind of took me by surprise. You name the time, I’ll be there, or wherever.”
“Maybe next weekend?”
I had to stop reading a minute and let that soak in. Tammy was serious? Me and Mia, the biggest wet dream I’ve ever met – next weekend? I wondered if Tammy would even remember after the alcohol wore off but then realized she’d written it this morning, well after sobering up. If my dick hadn’t been hard before…! And me hot? Mia thinks I’m hot? Holy fucking shit!
There was a LOT that happened after that. I’m going to try to quote what I remember so I don’t misinterpret what was said.
And then Mia, after probably another half-hour, she suggested I call and invite Ian to join us. I’d told her over a week ago about running into him and giving me his phone number. She’s been bugging me about calling him since. I kept telling her I couldn’t and she knew why. She’d heard all the details way back when Ian and I were dating (i.e., fucking), so she knew how intense it was with him.
Anyway, I told her that there was no way I could be around him and not fuck him as horny as I was, and I told her that repeatedly. Ian and I had fucked probably a hundred times, every one of them world-class. And I wanted so fucking bad again. My panties would have been soaked if I’d been wearing any, just like they had been every time I’ve thought of him since seeing him in the grocery store. As it was, I felt it running down my legs when she brought him up. I knew there was no way that I could even be in the same room with him.
A little later she kind of nonchalantly asked if she could see my phone. It didn’t raise any alarms in my sex-addled, half-drunk head so I handed it to her. She snapped a picture of me just as I was taking a drink, then started typing.
That was when my alcohol-impaired brain started shouting ‘danger’. I tried to get my phone back, but she just giggled and pulled it away. “There,” she finally said, handing it back.
There was a picture of me, virtually topless, an expression on my face, I didn’t know I had, that looked exactly like how I felt, ‘I wanna be fucked, my face was saying, along with a text, ‘I’m lonesome and very horny, come see me, Heartland Bar and Pub.’
There was a reply, ‘Be there in fifteen minutes.’
“Mia!” I screeched. Everyone in the bar must have heard me, they all looked.
I couldn’t think. I panicked, running to the ladies’ room. I stood over the sink, leaning on it, staring into the mirror, shaking, half with fear, half in anticipation, or maybe it was closer to 25-75. No way could I see Ian tonight, as fucking horny as I already was, my face a mess, nearly naked on top.
Mia was there about half a minute later. “Tam, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you really didn’t want to see him,” she said. She still didn’t understand. “I’ll text him back from my phone, tell him it was me, not to come.”
I watched her through the mirror, behind me. I told her she had it all wrong, that I did want to see him, that was what I was so afraid of, how badly I wanted him after all those years. Except that I just wasn’t ready. I would never be ‘ready’. Oh God, I am so messed up!
Even today, writing this, especially now, after last night, my head is so screwed up!
I hadn’t even realized it but tears were running down my cheeks. Mia told me it’d be okay, that she’d protect me from the big bad wolf. I smiled at that, wondering who was going to protect me from my protector. But I still loved her. She told me to wait, that she’d be right back.
She was good as her word, back in less than a minute with her purse. She fixed my lipstick, a little blush, mascara on my eyes, then a healthy dose of her man-attractant perfume. “There, that’ll knock him dead when he realizes he can’t have you.”
“But what if he does,” I asked her, “I mean that’s what I want. But I can’t. I love my husband.”
“I won’t let you. Trust me,” she told me. Trust her? She’s the one who got me into this.
Jason just brought me breakfast in bed, God, I love that man!
It made me feel much better. My headache’s about ninety percent gone so I’m going to try and finish this while it’s all still so fresh.
We sat back down at our table. I’d almost forgotten what a turn-on it is to see so many guys staring, wondering how many would jump at the chance to take me home and fuck me.
“Okay girl, spill, tell me what’s bothering you so much. We’ve got like fifteen minutes before your lover boy gets here.”
I took another long drink of my Manhattan. It’s what I used to drink with Ian. How come every time I think of his name I clench my legs together and my pussy gets wet, even this morning trying to write this, I am so turned on thinking of him.
But despite the alcohol I’d been drinking, I suddenly felt very sober. “Mia, this is like a game to you, isn’t it, just a sexy game? Have you ever been in love, I mean really, a man you gave your soul to, wanting to spend the rest of your life with him?”
She crinkled her nose, “That’s what I thought, you haven’t. Well, that’s how it is with Jason. I love him. And I’m afraid.”
I took a deep breath, “Ian… you remember what I told you about him? What I said it was like with him, how fucking him was so out of this world, that every time was like it was the first time, except maybe better?”