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?"
