by Henry Yates
(4/25/01)

Jake's hand slipped down onto my rear. My heart surged and my eyes popped open. I looked around at the sofa. Louise still sat there with her head back and her eyes closed, lost in an inebriated sleep. She was our last guest, other than Jake. My husband hadn't yet returned from driving the Shepherds home.

Jake and I danced alone. I pushed my aching groin against his hard thigh. God, it felt good. Something hard pressed against my tummy. Ten years ago, in college, I'd learned all about Jake's hard thing. It was long, but not too long, and very stiff when aroused, with a sharp upward tilt like a broken finger that had healed crooked. I'd called it his snake and had loved the way it touched me in all the right places.

Jake's big hand squeezed my rear. I hunched against his thigh once, and then again as we swayed in place to the music. Later, I would have my husband make passionate love to me. No excuses. He'd pushed me at Jake. He owed me.

The front door slammed. I heard my husband stamp his feet to shake the snow off, but it was a long moment before I managed to push myself away from Jake. I made sure my blouse was straight. The insides of my thighs clung together under my skirt. For a long, scary moment I couldn't tear my eyes away from the beautiful bulge in the front of Jake's pants. My wet cunt ached with desire. He licked his lips and I licked mine in response.

"Still snowing," Oliver said as he came into the room with a big smile. I smiled back at him and licked my lips again. I knew Oliver must have noticed the bulge in Jake's pants, but he didn't bat an eye. As for me, I was having a hard time finding something safe to look at. Jake turned away a little and dropped a hand in front of his groin.

I moved closer to Oliver, needing to get myself under control. I put my arms around Oliver's stout chest. I wanted to keep his eyes from looking at Jake. I kissed him. I intended it to be just a sweet wifely peck, but my mouth softened at the first touch of his lips. They were just as eager as mine. His tongue probed my mouth, and I lost myself in his kiss. My husband didn't have as big a cock as Jake, but his lips knew how to kiss better than any other man I've known. When we finally separated, I could see the cock bulge in the front of Oliver's pants.

God, I was good.

My husband took a deep breath and smiled at me, "Wow."

"Later," I said. "It's time to take Louise and Jake home."

"Opposite directions," he said. "Why don't you drive Jake home in his car? I'll take Louise home and then pick you up at Jake's. Forty-five minutes, or an hour at the outside."

I could have killed him. The last thing I wanted was more time alone with Jake. Damn Oliver. Damn both of them. Couldn't Oliver see the cock bulge in Jake's pants? Of course he could. It probably made him happy. He wasn't thinking about me. He was only thinking about the contract he wanted Jake to sign. Poor Oliver. He knew I'd dated Jake in college, but he had no idea of the passion I'd known in Jake's arms. My husband had no idea how dangerous it was to leave me alone with Jake the Snake. He didn't know I still fantasized about Jake.

"Something wrong?" Oliver said.

I'd been silent too long. I smiled to hide my anger, "Good idea, darling."

My husband got Louise awake enough to walk, and together we helped her into her coat. I put my coat on and we all left the house together.

Jake's car was a Jag. As I drove, I was conscious that Jake was only inches away. I felt vulnerable, unsafe. I felt angry. I wouldn't be here if my husband wasn't so eager to curry favor with Jake. I was being used. Both of the bastards were using me. Jake and Oliver, bastards both.

Jake behaved himself for three blocks. Then he reached over and put his hand on my thigh. I ignored it. I didn't feel like protesting; I didn't feel like playing the role of the good little wife. I gripped the wheel with both hands.

Wait. Oliver wanted me to show Jake a good time. I stopped pressing my thighs together. Jake's hand slipped higher along the inside of my thigh. He'd feel my stickiness. I knew it.

"I still dream of you, Julie. Ever dream of me?" His fingers reached my crotch. "God, you're wet."

His fingers rubbed my soaked crotch and I held my breath, gripping the steering wheel and peering into the light snow. How could he do this? I was married. We weren't college kids any longer. He took his hand away and I began to breathe again. Then he sucked on his fingers and my cunt tightened around nothing.

Somehow, I managed the turn onto his street. My legs felt weak as I pulled into his driveway and braked. I sat there with my hands locked to the wheel. Jake reached over, moved the lever to 'park,' turned off the ignition, and removed the keys. God. An hour, my husband had said. Could I last an hour? He'd already tasted me. I'd just sit in the car until my husband arrived.

Jake opened my door. I looked right at his groin, but it was hidden beneath his heavy coat. I felt myself surrender fully and completely, like I'd finally surrendered to the wonder of the fall when Oliver and I had bungee-jumped on our honeymoon. Everything was easier once you surrendered. I let Jake help me out of the car and lead me into the house. I put my arm around his waist as we walked. We kissed as soon as the door closed behind us.

Time was short. A muted red lamp gave his bedroom a sexy aura. I pulled off my clothes off as fast as I could without tearing anything. Jake dropped his pants and shorts.

There it was: Seven full inches, and half as thick as my wrist. The end bent upward, like a snake ready to strike. Jake the Snake. My cunt squeezed tight in anticipation. I imagined I could hear a faint squelch between my legs. I'd had enough foreplay.

For five years I'd been faithful. Not tonight. Tonight, for an hour, I'd gorge on Jake the Snake's wonderfully crooked cock.

"Condoms?" I said.

He grabbed a package from a drawer and tore it open. I grabbed the condom and kissed the tip of his cock. I sucked on it just enough to make it jerk before I rolled the condom onto it. I pushed him flat and climbed on top. Sinking down on his cock was like reliving a favorite memory. He filled me like no other man.

Swoosh-bang. Swoosh-bang. Swoosh, Jake's upturned tip slid across my G-spot, and bang, my clit slammed against the root of his cock. Five strokes in my aching cunt and the middle of me exploded in warm colors that left me floating in a sea of warmth. Somehow I never missed a stroke. I floated in orgasm and fucked him.

I rode waves of warmth that lifted me. Somewhere there was the big wave, the one I wanted more than anything else. I closed my eyes and rode through another small orgasm. For a long time, I sensed the big one coming. Closer it came. Closer. I hurried up and down on Jake's cock. Finally it came. It lifted me above the bed, above the world, to heaven, beyond.

I came back with my face against Jake's hairy chest. My scream still rang in my ears.

"God, Julie. I'd forgotten how beautiful you are when you come."

I took a couple of deep breaths. I didn't say that I often had orgasms like that. I didn't say that my husband was a wonderful lover.

I looked at the bedside clock. Forty-five minutes since we'd driven away from my house. Oliver would be here soon. I started to get off of Jake, but his big hands held my rear, keeping me pinned to him.

"Let me go. Oliver will be here soon."

"He's been pushing you at me all night."

"His pushing didn't mean this."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"Why then?"

Why indeed? I climbed off Jake and stood. My mom had told me to keep 'em guessing. Let Jake guess. I smiled down at him.

"Tell Oliver I'll sign his contract," Jake said.

"Because of this?"

He shook his head, "This was because of old times. I'll sign because he's the best. He always delivers on time and on budget."

I closed my eyes as a small shiver of orgasm ran through me. I hadn't liked the idea of trading sex for Jake's contract. Now all I had to deal with was the fact that I'd been unfaithful.

Jake didn't move. His eyes followed me as I dressed. I could see him struggle a little to keep his eyes from closing.

"Oliver's a lucky man."

"I'm a lucky woman."

"Feeling guilty?"

"Some."

"Don't tell him."

Another orgasm ran through me. Sometimes, they lingered deliciously for an hour or more. I buttoned my blouse and glanced at the clock. I needed to hurry. Oliver was as punctual in his personal life as he was in business.

"Don't worry," I said. "It's our secret. I won't mess up your business deal."

He chuckled, "You know men too well."

I kissed him one last time and went down to wait for my husband. The doorbell rang as I reached the bottom of the stairs.

Oliver smiled when I opened the door. I grabbed my coat. He looked past me as I was buttoning up.

"He's in the bathroom being sick. Let's just go."

He lifted a hand halfway to my hair. I knew it must look messed up. I hadn't redone my lipstick either.

"You okay?"

I didn't know what to say. Do you tell your husband about the orgasm you still feel? I pushed him toward the door. "I'm fine. Let's go. We've got a date for bed, remember?"

I could almost hear him thinking as he drove home. Every once in a while a little shiver still ran through me. What had I been thinking?

"He said he'd sign the contract," I said when the silence got too long. "He said you always deliver."

He rubbed his chin with the edge of his hand.

"Are you okay? Did he?"

"...A little," I said.

"A little what?"

"Things got a little out of hand."

"Jesus. It's my fault. I'm sorry, honey. I pushed too hard, didn't I?"

"You did."

"I'm sorry."

"How sorry?"

He glanced at me. I squeezed his shoulder. "Are you going to make it up to me?"

"Anything you want."

"A night of lovely sex. No, a whole week of lovely sex."

"A week? But I've got to go to Dallas Tuesday."

I squeezed his shoulder. "Send someone else. You owe me."

"Just how out of hand did things get with Jake?"

I grinned at him, "Just be glad Jake had as much to drink as he did. I don't know what might have happened if he hadn't gotten sick."

"You were that ready?"

"It seemed to be that important to you."

He gripped the wheel. "A whole week, huh?"

"Maybe even two, it you're up to it"

"Jesus."

"Think of it as a celebration of your big new contract."

"Yeah," he said with a smile. "Maybe we should go somewhere. How about France, in the south?"

Sun and beds and good food and lots of sex with my wonderful Oliver. "It's a date."

Jake was right: It was better to not tell my husband the whole truth. I was glad Jake had worn a condom. I loved the way my husband's talented mouth could make me sing and I certainly didn't want him to taste anything funny when he loved me.. I shivered inside, but I couldn't tell whether it was orgasm or anticipation.

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