Could it be?

The alarm began its annoying song, announcing the arrival of morning, far too early to be welcomed into her ears with joy. Sleepily, she reached over and turned it off. Slowly she opened her eyes, instinctively looking at the back of her husband as he stood gazing into the mirror and flexing his far less than muscular chest. As she rolled her eyes, she noticed the tighty whities drooping loosely from his butt. "ugh! I hate those things!" she silently thought. As he began to turn, she quickly closed her eyes, hoping he didn't see her awake and would give her a "special wake up" like he used to do. She could hear his footsteps drawing closer, until he stood right beside her. "Here it comes!!! I can't wait!!" she thought with an almost overwhelming glee. She could hear her phone as the buttons were being pressed. Carefully she peeked through one eye. Yep, there he was, a foot away and looking through her phone. She wondered to herself "What is he looking for and why doesn't he ask? I've always been open with him." Suddenly he was through and returned the phone to the night stand. As he walked past the foot of the bed, he grabbed her foot and tugged roughly at it saying "Time to get up Jenna. You can go back to sleep after Derrick is gone to school." She slowly sat up and looked at her now half dressed husband and asked "What happened to us? We used to laugh, play, and make love every chance we got....now, I feel like more of an unwelcome house guest or maid than a wife. Where has the passion gone? Do you still love me?" Coldly he replied "Quit feeling sorry for yourself. You have it made. You don't work, you just hang out with the kids and go shopping. What more could a woman ask for?" without so much as a glance her direction as he left the room. A single tear slowly rolled down her cheek as she got up and started dressing for the day.
  The morning passed in an almost slow motion blur. Jenna felt as though life was flying by and she was stuck in a rut, moving at a snails pace. Fix breakfast for Harold and Derrick. Let out the dogs. Put cloths out for Derrick. Bring dogs in. Watch as Harold goes out the door to work, texting as always, with a "See you tonight Jenna." Just as she does every morning, she walks to the window and watches as he puts his ear buds in and starts talking on the phone as he backs out of the drive. "I know he still loves me......doesn't he?" she wonders to herself.
    After getting Derrick out the door to catch the bus, she starts the daily laundry. As she empties pockets, quietly exclaiming "woo hoo" as she finds loose change, she comes across the small piece of paper with Michael's phone number. She stops and stares at it as in disbelief that she ACTUALLY did that last night. "Where did he come from? I know I know him from somewhere, but where? Those eyes....that voice....those hands......that tongue." She then realized that she was quickly becoming quite moist as the memories of the previous night flooded back. Suddenly, her eyes got big as she had an idea. She quickly walked to the closet, eager to see if she was right, opened the door and began looking through boxes. "AH HA!" she exclaimed aloud, finding and pulling out her old yearbooks from high school. She quickly found her class and then slowly turned the pages looking at each name of the students in the other classes. With a slight gasp, she found those eyes. "I knew it!!" she thought to herself. Sitting back in her chair, old memories long neglected came flooding back. She recalled loving him like no other. They were so perfect together. Until out of the blue one day, in front of everyone, he humiliated her and broke up with her. She still didn't understand what had happened, but she recalled being heartbroken, in tears, and unable to speak.
  As the memories continued to roll into her mind, she became aware that she had a pair of little eyes looking very sleepily at her. "Good morning honey." she whispered as her daughter crawled into her lap.
  After breakfast, cartoons and a exhausting game of hide-n-seek, it was nap time at last. Jenna noticed that Leslie fell asleep quickly, which didn't happen very often. As she resumed picking up about the house, she found herself thinking of Michael and what might have been. She debated back and forth about calling him and finally decided she would. Her hands had a slight tremble as she dialed the numbers. Her heart raced as it began to ring.....and ring again.....her breath left her and she sat silent when she heard that southern drawl say "Hello?"    "Hello?"  "Jenna? Is that you?" he asked. "Yes" she gasped at last in disbelief that she was all but speechless. "How are you?"
"Good."
"Good to hear."
"......."
"You didn't recognize me last night did you?"
"Kinda, I knew I knew you, but wasn't sure until this morning." "Still hate me?"
"No"
"I'm sorry I acted like that all those years ago. There's no excuse for it. I was told you stood me up to be with another guy and instead of listening to you, I blew up and I'm so very sorry I did that and even sorrier that I spoke to you like I did. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Maybe....."
"If you can give me the opportunity, I'll spend every moment of the rest of my life trying to make it up to you."
"I don't know. You REALLY hurt me, and I'm married now."
"I understand. Just know that I'm here if you ever change your mind, or just want to be friends again."
"I would like that."
As they continued catching up, Jenna began to realize she had never stopped loving Michael and now, all these years later, she loved him as much as ever.
  Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and they talked on the phone and texted everyday. Laughing at old jokes and sharing from each other's past until she finally agreed to meet him.
It was a very long drive from her house to his. They had estimated and allowed for 2 days of travel, but she knew that with her love and passion raging inside and driving her, she would be there in hours, not days. At long last her rather uneventful drive was nearing its end. As she drove down the long, winding road towards his house, she thought back to all the times Harold had neglected her and the kids, come home late with his thinning hair messed up, how he would "blow up" at her and the kids for no reason, how the kids were terrified of him, how many times she caught him looking at porn even after she begged him to share it with her, and all the times he cheated on her. She recalled how he even lost his job over an affair he had. "Why haven't I left him already?" she pondered. As she approached the house, she realized that she stayed cause she was scared, but was determined to be afraid no more. As she turned into the driveway, the thought that she was driving toward her future began to grow into belief.
  The tress along the driveway stretched their limbs over towards the other side, forming a natural canopy. "Oh, this is cool!" she mused as she drove slowly under them. Beyond the trees, the fields were lush and green. There were several horses grazing nearby and a rustic wooden fence just past the trees. She approached the house at long last, it seemed quite simple yet very well kept. Austin Stone around the lower floor and redwood for the upper level, a generous and welcoming porch appeared to circle the ground floor with a wooden railing and posts. She pulled up beside a rather intimidating, large Jeep. "Sheesh! If I didn't know better, I would think he was compensating for something." she giggled aloud. One last check of her hair and makeup and then up to the door. "He's gonna shit when he sees I'm here a day early." she thought with a devilish grin. As she stepped onto the porch, she turned and looked under the railing. There, just as he promised was a bright purple key held in place by a staple. She slid the key out and into the lock.
  She took off her shoes as she walked through the door. The living room she entered was very nice. Hardwood floors, leather sofa and recliners, wooden table, large tv, and a fire place that was open on the other side as well, giving a little preview of the dining room. She walked through the living room and looked fully into the dining room. "Wow! Truck drivers must make pretty good money." she thought as she looked admiringly at the antique china cabinet, buffet, and large formal dining table. Back through the living room, and down the rather wide hall she went, quiet as could be. She reached the bedroom door and paused to listen. Hearing him breathing quietly, she slowly opened the door. The room was faintly lit by what little sunlight managed to eke its way through the blinds and curtains. She could see the massive king size bed, standing high off the floor with large wooden posts at each corner. Against the wall across the bed from her, was the dresser which seemed to match the bed. To her right, as she quietly entered the room, was a large entertainment center with its large doors closed. As she closed the bedroom door, against the wall with the door she saw something that made her gasp. It was a simple yet elegantly large vanity. The mirrors had lights on all edges, the surface was vast but empty, the chair looked very comfortable and inviting, the drawers were large and plentiful. It was exactly what she had wanted since she was a little girl and first watched her mom getting ready to go out with dad on special nights so many years ago. "Its perfect!" she whispered without realizing she had spoke at all. As she turned back towards the bed, she noticed a huge gun cabinet proudly displaying its many and various guns. As she stood there, taking it all in, she noticed for the first time that her heart was racing. She slowly approached the bed, its coverings all but completely discarded leaving just the sheet barely covering his nude body. He was laying in the center of the bed on his right side, facing her. A devilish grin slowly appeared on her face as she formulated her plan. she quickly and silently began to remove her cloths. During her efforts to remove her last sock, she lost her balance and stumbled noisily to the door, barely avoiding a collision with the floor. Quickly she looked back at him, he hadn't so much as twitched. "Whew! He sleeps like a rock." she thought very thankfully. She made her way back to the bed, eased herself on, and very slowly, carefully removed the sheet, exposing his completely naked body. With a gentle yet urging nudge, his left leg was out of her way and she found what she sought. For just a moment, she paused and admired his unaroused cock. Thinking how amazing it was that this little nub of a thing could grow into the pussy stuffing monster she so vividly recalled from the night of her birthday. She slowly lowered her mouth, taking his soft sweet cock in. Running her tongue slowly around the head was rewarded with a moan of pleasure and a beginning of the desired swelling. She slowly began to slide her mouth up and down the continuously growing shaft, her lips feeling every detail of his cock. Her tongue running circles around it as she continued to move her head up and down, getting faster as his cock grows. She feels his strong hand gently grasp her hair on the back of her head and gently encouraging her rhythmic motion. His cock continues to swell, she looks up and sees his now open eyes looking back at her. As she slides her mouth the full length of his shaft faster, she becomes aware that she has become very aroused herself and has her own sweet juices flowing down her leg. She slightly gags as his throbbing cock reaches full arousal. He pulls at her hair, gently urging her to bring her mouth to meet his. They kiss fully on the mouth, their tongues dancing together wildly. She slips her hips over his as they continue to kiss with a growing passion. His hips gently rock away from her's as she lifts them. As they bring their hips together again, she feels her soft wet lips being spread wide apart. He slowly, deliberately pushes the head in until she feels that incredibly erotic 'pop' she so loves. She pulls her mouth from his and sits directly onto his rock hard cock, taking him fully in. Her breathing becomes labored and heavy as she arches her back and grasps his ankles. His hands on her hips, assists her as she begins to raise and lower herself slowly, feeling his shaft and head pressing hard against her G-spot. She moves her feet to be beside his chest and raises her body until only her ass cheeks press against him as she slides the length of his shaft faster and faster. She moans loudly as her ass slams against him harder with each stroke. Her arms and legs begin to quiver as she feels his knowing fingers attacking her clit. She hears moaning from both herself and him as her entire body begins to shake and his cock throbs madly. The waves of orgasm quickly over take her as she feels his sweet cum slam hard against the inner walls of her incredibly wet pussy. He gently yet firmly pinches her clit spurring an orgasm harder than any she had ever known. With a final thrust, using all the strength she can muster, she falls limp onto him gasping and her body shaking uncontrollably. Gently he withdraws himself from inside her and brings his mouth to hers and kisses her very gently. As their soft, tender kissing became more wild and excited, a devilish grin began to form up across her face. Suddenly she bit his lower lip, HARD. He pulled back shocked, surprised, but with a devilish grin of his own. "FUCK ME HARD, NOW!!!" she commanded. "Yes ma'am." was all he said as he raised up, grabbed her ankles and turned her sideways on the bed. Shoving her ankles up to her ears and slamming that still solid cock deep within her eager, hungry pussy. She cried out with pleasure as he very quickly began to pound her hard and fast going deeper with each stroke. She began to call his name out loud as she felt herself bouncing up from the mattress with each slamming of his cock inside her. She reached for his hands, but instead he grabbed both her ankles and hands together and bounced her up onto his lap and continued to drive his cock without mercy. Suddenly, she found herself face down on the bed with her ass lifted high as he stood behind her, holding her hips and dragging them forcefully against his. "OH MY GOD!!" she screamed as the orgasm completely over took her. She could feel the head of his massive cock as it reached the edge of her lips and then slammed home again. Without letting her up, he twisted her legs getting her onto her back even as she was still having orgasm after orgasm. He resumed fucking her hard and deep, him standing and having her on her shoulder blades gave his cock access to drive straight into her G-spot and slide fully inside her. He continued like this for what seemed like hours as she came over and over, harder and harder each time. "Holy shit! How many is that? 14? 15? Oh my GOD!!!" she mentally gasped. Then, with a final deep thrust, she could feel his cum once again coating the inside of her pussy, causing yet another orgasm. He fell to the bed beside her, both covered in sweat. With a soft tender kiss, he whispered "Welcome home baby." As she drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but wonder "Did he read my mind?"

Birthday Dinner....

The snow was falling lightly as the car drove down the street. The tires made a sort of crunching sound on the snow as the rolled along. "Sad that I can actually hear the tires." she thought to herself. "Been married all these years and he has nothing to talk about except that stupid farming game. Oh well, I guess this is how life goes." She turned and looked at her husband, who simply looked ahead with that same blank look she had been seeing for many years. She slowly slid her skirt up revealing her shapely legs and cleared her throat, hoping to catch his attention, but nothing. She turns slightly sideways in her seat, allowing the seat belt pull firmly between her breasts, wondering if he would notice. "We'll be there in a minute, stop fidgeting." was the only response. She straightened herself up and softly sighed. "Same old restaurant, what a surprise, some birthday this is." she thought as he steered the car into the parking lot and found a space. "Why are you parking way back here?" she asked. "So no one dings the car with their door." he replied as he got out of the car and shut his door. He walked to the front of the car and simply stood there. She waited, he just turned and looked at her and said "You coming?" With a slight roll of her eyes she thought "I WISH." then she reached for the door handle and found it wasn't there. The door was already being opened. There, holding her door open was a very familiar looking man. A tall, blond haired, blue eyed ruggedly refined looking man. "Allow me to assist you ma'am?" he asked with a strong southern drawl as he offered his large hand to her. She cautiously placed her hand in his suddenly realizing her hands looked very tiny in his. "Than you." she said as he gently closed her hand in his and helped her rise from her seat. "Be careful, there's some ice on the ground there." he cautioned. She looked into his eyes briefly, and thought "How do I know this man? I know him from some where. I am certain of it." Perhaps it was being lost in thought or just the poor placement of her foot, but as she stepped away from this handsome stranger, she felt her feet leave her. Suddenly, she felt the strong arms of the polite southern man under her arms, narrowly saving her from a painful collision with the cold concrete. "You OK?" he asked. "Yes" she replied "thank you again." "My pleasure, ma'am." he offered in that southern accent. She looked at her husband wondering why was just standing there with his hands in his pockets. Then, as this handsome stranger placed his arm across the small of her back and took her hand into his, he walked her to her husband. As they walked those few steps, she could feel a strong gentleness in his touch. She could also feel a bit of moisture developing in her red lace panties. "Y'all have a pleasant evening." he said and then turned to walk toward the Mexican restaurant with which she was so very familiar. "Wow! Real men DO exist still." she thought as she walked along side her husband, who still had his hands in his pockets.   They reached the door and once again, she found it was opened by this delicious stranger. Hands in his pockets, her husband walked in before her. A look of disgust came over her face. "There you are ma'am." the kind man said as she passed through the door. She looked at him and smiled, as she had a brief thought of maybe falling again.   "Sir, your table is ready." the hostess informed the gentleman and led him away. "I wanna go with him!" she screamed out inside her own mind as he walked away. Then he glanced back at her and gently smiled with a nod.. "Oh my God, did I say that out loud?" she wondered as she quickly looked toward her husband who stood there silently. Clearly she had not said anything out loud, but couldn't help but wonder if somehow the man HAD heard her. With a start, she realized that her husband was walking toward an empty table and being led by the hostess. She quickly caught up to them and took a seat at the table.   "Margarita, strong, and keep them coming." she instructed the waiter as he walked up to the table. "Keystone light" her husband ordered. "I'll have the enchilada platter and she will have the fajita salad." he continued. "Even the same order every single time." she quietly mused to herself. Then, as she glanced around the room, she saw him. The delightful man who kept opening doors for her. Almost instantly she felt herself moisten again. "Jesus, he isn't even touching me and I'm getting wet?" she pondered. He grinned as he caught her stare causing her to blush. She casually shifted in her seat to see who the lucky lady was to be with this man. With a bit of surprise, she noticed he was seated alone.   "Oh great, more boring office stories" she thought as her husband began to talk. The stories were always the same, "So and so did this, I suggested that, I saved the company this much money.........." same old stuff, but she just smiles and gives her best 'interested' look for him. "How did it get like this?" she wondered as he went on talking. "I was the center of his world when we were dating and now, I'm just in it. Where did I go wrong? Sexy little lacy things, suggestive touches, and nothing. When I do get a response, it's 'Bing bang done' and I'm left messy and STILL unsatisfied." Then something caught her eye. The waiter bringing 'Mr. Sexy' his steak. "Steak? In a Mexican place?" she thought, "Guess those southern boys really like steak." she giggled to herself, looking away before he caught her again.   Their food came, it was bland as always. Margaritas kept coming. They ate their meal in silence, only other peoples conversations could be heard, as always. Just then she noticed 'Mr. Sexy' stand up from his table and walk toward the restrooms. "Excuse me dear." she said as she rose from her seat. "Where are you going?" he asked. "To the ladies room, drinks are catching up to me." she claimed, hoping he would believe it.  He simply rolled his eyes. She walked away, trying hard not to run, but felt as though she couldn't control herself. Her eyes darted wildly as she went around the corner and found herself standing alone and out of sight of the dinning area. "Where the hell did he go? He was just...." her thought was interrupted by that low, deep, southern drawl "You OK ma'am?" from behind her accompanied by large, firm hands came to rest on her hips. Without turning, she quietly whispered "I am now." She could feel his warm breath on her neck as he pulled her closer. His hands slid slowly around her waist, drawing her firmly into his arms, she felt his chest against her back as he lightly kissed her neck. She put one hand on his hands and the other around the back of his head, pulling his mouth down onto her neck. Gently, she felt his teeth caress and nibble the nape of her neck, around to her back. Softly she moaned. With a gentle nudge, he moved then through an open door that read "manager" on it. It was empty but for the desk and other furnishings. She felt his hands leave her as he shut and locked  the door. She dared not turn around, afraid to find it all a dream. His hands returned on her shoulders this time, massaging them firmly. Then they slid down her back, around her ribs, under her breasts. He cupped them gently at first, then as he began softly biting her neck, his grip strengthened. She could feel her red laced panties beginning to get very wet now. "Oh God this is wonderful!" she thought. With her right hand, she reached to his hip, pulling him into her. She felt the swelling in his pants as it pressed against her buttocks. Her left hand pulled his head onto her neck tighter. His hands slowly slid down her front, past her waist, to the hem of her skirt, under it, discovering the warm wetness. She opened her stance to accommodate them. His large fingers slipped effortlessly past the panties and directly to her clit. With a quiver, she thought "I'm gonna cum right now, at just his touch?" She softly moaned, then whispered "Who are you?" "Michael" was all he said. Then she felt her panties being slid slowly down her legs to the floor. She stepped out of them as his hands slid back up her legs, past her thighs, under her shirt, unhooking her bra, then rubbing her now hard nipples. The biting on her neck got harder. He unbuttoned her blouse. It and the bra, he removed them and placed them on the corner of the desk as he moved them to the front of the desk. She braced herself on the desk, clearing away a good portion of the desktop. She pushed hard with her butt against him, feeling his huge, hard cock pressing back. He slid her skirt off, she stepped out of it and he placed it neatly on the desk. "Don't want it dirty." he whispered in her ear. With a quick, precise movement, he turned her to face him and set her gently on the desk. It's cool surface had a strangely erotic sensation. He kissed her passionately on her mouth. His tongue seemed to know exactly where to tickle hers. He kissed his way to her neck, she laid her head back. He continued kissing to her nipples, a few quick nibbles and on down as she laid back onto the desk. He kissed her thighs, his warm breath driving her wild with anticipation. Slowly, his tongue slid between her soft, wet lips. It found her clit and began to slowly flick against it. She could feel he waves of orgasm beginning to well up deep within. His tongue moved faster and harder, she dug her heels into his back. The rough of his tongue began to grind hard against her now tingling clit. "OH GOD, MICHAEL........OH MY GOD!" she softly cried as her hands found the back of his head and pulled him hard into her. His tongue moved wildly now, her hips rocking in motion with him. Her entire body began to shake, growing more and more uncontrollable with every move of his tongue. Her legs tighten as the first wave of orgasm comes into full effect, then quickly overtaken by the second, and then wave after wave keep coming as she is reaches the height of orgasmic pleasure. Her entire body alive with shakes and shudders, then falls limp on the desk, gasping for air. She feels him move away. Looks to see him unfasten his pants. "I hope you're not done yet" she gasps. "No ma'am" He replies in that sexy southern voice of his. He slips his shirt off and lets his pants hit the floor. The outline of his cock now clearly visible through his silky black shorts. Seizing the opportunity, she slips off the desk and bends herself over it, letting the firmness of it press hard against her still hard nipples. He steps up behind her. She feels his now unleashed cock begin to press against the open, waiting, wetness of her pussy. The head begins to enter, she gasps. "Oh my, this is gonna be fucking great!" she thinks to herself as she feels the girth begin to stretch her just right. Deeper and deeper his cock goes, reaching areas never before touched by any man. She feels her eyes open wide as the last few inches are suddenly driven in as she gasps. He pulls her hair back, gently at first, as he begins to rhythmically slide the length of his shaft in and out of her. Slowly, then faster and harder. He pulls her hair back, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her, faster and faster, harder and harder. "Oh Michael, I'm gonna cum again." she gasps as the waves of orgasm take over her entire body again. Her body trembles uncontrollably, she pushes hard against him as he drives that huge cock harder and deeper with every long stroke. Her back arches as he pulls her hair just right. Her orgasm, in full strength, grows to a level she has never before felt. He keeps pounding and pounding, her orgasm keeps growing. With one final, hard thrust she feels his steaming hot load slam hard against her inner most walls, causing yet another orgasm. "Happy fucking birthday to me!" she whispers as she slumps lifelessly to the desk.    In almost a panic, she remembers her husband is waiting at the table. Quickly she dresses, as her new friend of considerable talents hands her cloths to her as she is ready for them. As she buttons her blouse, he dresses himself. She whispers "thank you, again" in his ear, kisses him on the lips and dashes to the bathroom to fix her hair and straighten up. "Perfect" she says to herself with one last glance in the mirror. She returns to her waiting husband who doesn't even seem to have missed her. "Everything come out OK?" he chuckles amusing only himself. "Wonderfully" she replies. Seeing he has about finished his meal, she asks "You ready to head home, dear?" "Yeah, I guess so." he responds, never noticing she had hardly eaten. She notices Michael approaching their table just as the check comes. As her husband looks at the bill, Michael slips her a small scrap of paper and walks away with out a word, just a kind look and a gentle smile, and then he is gone. As they walk towards their car, her husband still walking ahead of her, she looks to see what Michael handed her.........a phone number.......