Jameson invited me over one night after the gym. We were both sweaty like we just got out of hell’s Jacuzzi. It was a Friday night and the kids were with my parents. Patrick was working late once again. Probably going to be an all-nighter, since he can sleep tomorrow. This is the perfect time for Jameson and me to get to know each other better. To talk. That is what we are going to do. I have so many questions to ask him. The biggest one, “why me?”
I follow him to his home about twenty minutes across town from the gym. Part of me is curious why he drives all this way to go to the gym. I know why I do. I will add that to the list of questions.
When we arrive to his house, my stomach is doing jumping jacks. Kendra, you are crazy. You know what is about to happen. His house isn’t anything special. Probably just a starter house. Two story, two car garage cookie cutter home. He waits for me in the garage, ready to walk in and do whatever he has on his mind.
I walked up to him, wound up like a ball of knots. I am fucking nervous as hell. This is not the smartest idea I have ever had. But curiosity is just eating away at me. I want to see his skin. I want to feel him feel me. I want to caress every inch of his toned body. Maybe, the best way to get rid of these impure thoughts is to let him complete my fantasy.
I follow him to the kitchen. He walks to the refrigerator. He asks, “Do you want anything to drink?”
My mouth was dry as sand. I nod.
I look around the open floor plan of his home. Something was hitting me weird. His home was decorated like it had a girl’s touch. It was decorated like it was straight out of a catalogue. The reds of the curtains meshed well with the walnut wood of the cabinets. The table had a fake floral arrangement in the center. His couches were leather but with burnt-red and beige accent pillows. This is really odd. Either he has a girlfriend or is metro-sexual. I need to get that out of my head.
He hands me a water, looking me up and down like I was his prey. My heart starts to violently thump against my chest. There was no small talk, just complete dead silence. It was creeping me out somewhat. His dark, brown eyes continue to focus in on me. After cooling off on the ride here, sweat trickles down my spine. I unscrew the cap to the water bottle and take a sip. My eyes are locked on his. After my sip, I set the water down on the chestnut table. Still quiet and lots of staring. He licked his lips, like he is ready to feast. I want him to dig in. I lean against the table, breathing heavy. He started to approach me. My heart is ready to bust through the chambers.
Jameson stands in front of me, still gazing at me. Who is going to make the first move? Is he just teasing me? He has to know I am very weak right now. He hasn’t yet to remove his glare from mine.
Oh, fuck it.
I lost it. I grab a hold of his damp, sweaty t-shirt and bring my lips to his. He accepts, pushing his lips harder against mine. I have lost my fucking mind. His hands reach for my ass, picking me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, as he sets me on the table. Jameson forces his tongue into my mouth. My eagerness took over, my tongue danced with his. He grabs a hold of my hair and tugs it. With that slight yank, the cougar in me unleashes herself into the wild. My hands start to pull at his shirt, ready to expose his lean body. He releases his hold on me. Both of us panting with want and lust.
Jameson pulls his shirt off, exposing his gladiator chest. I swipe my hand across his chest, feeling his light-brown stubble. I wasn’t done yet. My hand creeps down to his workout shorts. Yep, I am going there. I push his shorts and boxer briefs down at the same time, exposing his very erect cock. Hello, this man has been blessed in the cock department. Lucky me.
He grabs at my tank-top, quickly pulling it over my head. Next, went my sports bra. His mouth slams against one of my tits, while the other is being caressed by his hand. I yip as he clamps down on my nipple. It hurt yet felt so damn good at the same time. His lips extract from my tender bump and inched their way down to my sex. I exhale. I knew what was about to happen. I can’t remember the last time Patrick went down on me. I rest my palms on the kitchen table to brace myself for the pleasure I have thoroughly missed for some time.
I close my eyes as his tongue slithers its way between my folds. My skin prickles with enlightenment. Oh.My.God. The joyous tongue of his swirled fast, then slow. I could probably lose it at any point but not yet. He must work harder.
He muffled something between my legs.
I moaned, “What?”
He muffled again, “You taste so damn good.”
This is where my mouth speaks before I can think it through. “Did you really just say that?”
Jameson removed his mouth from my girlie parts and glared up at me. “I suggest you be quiet or I’m not going to finish.”
Before I could respond, he slammed two fingers in me causing me to lose balance. He smirked at my reaction. Then, he dove back in, swimming his tongue around my folds looking for the buried treasure that is my clit. My body started to exorcise around him. I clutch his hair as I explode all over him. His tongue kept swimming. I scream, “Oh my God. Oh my God. Fuuccckk.” I lost myself to my orgasm, falling back onto the table. Jameson’s head crept up from between my legs with a geeked out smile on his face. I continued to pant like a dog after chasing a squirrel.
He spoke, “Looks like someone is pleased.”
All I could do was breath and not say a damn thing. It starts to sink in that the lines were just crossed. I let another man see me and feel me. What did I just do?
I sat up from the table and looked around. Jameson was nowhere in sight. I wondered where he went. It is a little unusual that he would up and leave.
But I was wrong.
Jameson comes strolling back into the kitchen, his anaconda covered and ready to attack. He went to get a condom. Surges explode within me as he approaches me, with hunger in his eye. He is ready to feast on me. I am ready for him to dig in. His lips crash against mine. His body forces its way to me, spreading my legs. He wraps his arms around me, bringing me closer to the edge of the table. My legs eagerly wrap around his narrow waist. He enters me. More like he shoves himself in me. My body tenses up. My hips start to gyrate against his. The grasp he has on me becomes tighter, like he is afraid I am going to fall. His mouth moves down to my neck and he bites down. I shiver in elation. His hips start to move faster and harder, pushing himself deeper. Moans start to seep out of me. He bites down again on my neck, causing me to yip. The forces of him slamming into me causes the table to shake. His nails dig into my sides, my breasts smoosh against his chest, sweat trickling down my spine. The adrenaline from what we are doing adds to the intensity of this godly joyride. He hits me like a jackhammer.
Jameson moaned, “Fuck, you’re tight.”
Well, duh it has been a while.
I lock my legs tighter around him, ready to brace myself for combustion. I have no clue what is going on around me. This is all a dream. I close my eyes.
He grunts, “Come for me, Kendra.”
And this woman unleashes all her built-up pressure. I scream, “Okkkkkaaaayyyyy.” And yes, I did scream because oh my fucking goodness, Jameson just fucked my brains out.
I felt a nudge against me in the morning. Patrick asked, “Babe, you feeling okay?”
Sweat beads slide down my check. I answered, “Yeah, why do you ask?”
“You were moaning.”
Just great. I came in my sleep.
November 9th, 2016
After my epic dream that was wrong on so many levels, I prayed I wouldn’t see him at the gym. I wasn’t so lucky. The very next day, he was there with a big old grin on his face like he knew about my dream. The plan is to avoid him at all cost. Will I be successful? I am surely going to try. A few times during the workout he would encourage me to lift more and move faster. This was normal. I would just nod my head in agreement. If I said something back to him, it might trigger a reaction between the two of us. We all know he gets me all hot and bothered. So wrong. But I plowed through.
This was out of nowhere. But what the hell, I answered, “Sure. That would be fun.”
“Panera, just down the street. Noon okay?”
“See you tomorrow.”
***
I was the first to show up to Panera. I am still oblivious as to why she wants to meet up for lunch. I am trying not to overthink the situation. Maybe, she is a stay-at-home mom like me and wanting more adult interaction. Then she appeared. Claire approached me and said “Hey, Kendra.” She sat down and bluntly asked, “So, how long have you and Jameson been fucking?”
Well, call me flabbergasted, nearly spitting out my coffee. I advised her, “We haven’t. And what makes you think we have?” Secretly, I wish we had.
What she told me next blew me away. Straight face and all, she stated, “Kendra, he has a girlfriend. You need to abort this mission.”
I was completely dumbfounded. I couldn’t breathe. I was at a loss for words.
This time, she is smirked, “What? Cat caught your tongue?”
Before responding, I took another sip of my coffee. “No, Claire, you just surprised me, that’s all. Can we please not talk about Jameson?”
“Sorry, honey, but we are talking about it.”
“There is nothing to talk about.”
“I think the whole gym has seen the chemistry between you two. The quick glances. Playful smiles. Yeah, it is obvious.”
“Has there been talk?”
“Actually, yes. Talk that both of you have significant others.”
“Fuck me.”
“No, let your husband do that.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. You need to stay away from Jameson. That has trouble written all over it.”
“Claire, we have crossed some lines already. Not sexual lines but friendly flirting that turned hot.”
She shook her head at me. “Girl, if you two even pursue anything, then you need to be careful. I’m here for you, if you need to talk to someone about it. Kendra, I consider you a friend and I hate to see something happen to any of my friends.”
“Thanks, Claire. But really, can we stop talking about this?”
“Yeah, we’re done.”
That was the end of that conversation. I can’t believe it has been that obvious to everybody. Am I wearing a sign saying, “I’m hot for Jameson.” I am so fucked at this point.
We had a pleasant lunch and I’ve learned a lot about Claire. She took no bull shit and she is going to be a great friend.
November 14th, 2016
The banter continues between Jameson and me. Mostly on Facebook, though. He is a lot of fun, though. I haven’t smiled like this in years. His attention toward me, fantasizing about me has made me feel wanted again. Our conversation has gone from what position would you put me in to where should we fuck first. Yeah, it has gone there. One of our conversations left me so fucking wet, I actually got my husband to fuck me.
I asked Jameson, “Tell me what Jameson is looking for.” I could sense a smile behind the screen of his phone. The little dot appeared at the bottom of the message, showing he is replying.
“I really want to know what you want.”
“Of course, you would ask that. Okay, here is a question, how are you in bed?”
“Intense.”
“Like aggressive?”
“I can be.”
“Give me an example of your intensity.”
“When I fuck you, it will be hard and in a place you will least expect.”
“Oh, I see.”
“I think you are the submissive type.”
“How did you get that from our conversations?”
“I just have a feeling. You are bold but submissive. This I could use to my advantage.”
“Okay. Whatever!”
“What do you want?”
“I want to lose control. Everything in my life I control.”
“You want someone to be dominant with you?”
“I know where you are going with this. I can’t believe I told you that.”
“I’m glad you did. It helps me better understand you.”
“There isn’t much to understand.”
Then nothing…
My phone dinged thirty minutes later.
“I can’t stop thinking of fucking you. When are we doing this? You can lose all control with me.”
I couldn’t reply. We have crossed the line way too many times. Is this really going to happen?
I replied, “Jameson.”
“Yeah, Kendra.”
I gave him my cell phone number.
Oh, shit.
That was the end of our conversation for the night. I was so wound up, I had to have some release. I practically pounced my husband when he came through the door to go to bed. Thank God, he was in the mood for me because I would have no clue what else to do. A toy was not going to satisfy this craving. I came multiple times that night – thinking my husband was Jameson. So wrong. So very wrong.
November 18th, 2016
Every day there is not a minute that goes by when Jameson and I are not sexting. I mean, it is so hot that my iPhone is burning in my hand. And I’m not going to lie, I fucking love every single minute of it. I have never felt so alive. Due to the circumstances we are in and the potential of getting caught, Jameson’s name is under Jamie in my phone.
Jamie: Hey. Did you sleep
well? Did you dream about me?
Kendra: Well, good morning to you! My, my, aren’t we full of ourselves today! Well, every day. Xox
Jamie: Well ... Did you? Did
I make you come?
Kendra: That’s none of your
business, Sir.
Jamie: I love it when you call
me Sir. It means you. Are.
Mine.
Kendra: Oh, so I am yours
then?
Jamie: Yes, you’re my good little momma. Now tell me, Kendra, are you wet? Don’t lie to me.
Kendra: What do you think?
Jamie: Good. That pleases me.
I want to Facetime with you
now.
Kendra: You want to Facetime
me?
Jamie: Isn’t that what I just
said to you. Is that a
problem?
Kendra: No, Sir. Shall I call
you or you call me?
My phone started to make an odd ring.
Jamie wants to FaceTime you.
I hit the green button and his beautiful face appeared. Smirking his devilish smile.
He grumbled, “Kendra, you never answered me.”
As I bat my eyelashes, I asked, “What do you mean, Jameson?”
“Did you dream about me?”
Fanning myself from the heat between us, I replied with a soft, “Yes.”
He continued, “I want to see what you are wearing. Show me?”
I inspected my body. My tiny strapped white tank top was so thin; my nipples were poking out. My pink polka-dot boy shorts covered just enough to tease him.
He demanded, “I’m waiting.”
I moved my phone the length of my body. Jameson groaned as I imagined his eyes skimming every inch of my body.
“Kendra, do you want to see what you are doing to me.”
“Yes, please.”
His phone roamed from his adorable face to his shirtless torso. I inhaled and exhaled. I could lick those abs forever. Jameson stopped at his navy-blue boxer briefs. His erection was trying to escape beneath depths of his boxers. Oh my! My mouth watered, desperately needing a drink of Jameson.
Jameson shifted, putting his hand around his erect cock. He started to stroke slowly up and down, mesmerizing me into stupidity. Woah!
He grunted, “So, are we going to do this?”
All I could choke was a “yes.”
He continued to glide his hand up and down his girth. “Yes, what?”
With a roll of my eyes, I smarted off, “Yes, Sir. We are doing this.”
“Kendra, I need you to slowly take your shirt off.”
I set my phone down.
“Good, now let me see those beautiful tits.”
I let any ambition I had out the window and released the girls.
Jameson gasped, “God, you’re so beautiful and those tits, those are just perfect. Perfect for me.”
My insides tensed up. Hearing him gasp for air caused me to fiddle with my nipples. I looked at the screen to see Jameson licking his lips and stroking his cock in rhythm. That’s when I got brave. I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed my silver bullet. This was erotic. Patrick and I never once had done this together.
I turned the speed up to its highest level and started my clit stimulation. Jameson started to moan louder. I took the egg head of the silver bullet and started to push my toy deep within me. Thinking of him, I moaned, “Oh, fuck me.”
His baritone voice groaned, “I want to fuck you so bad. How bad do you want me?”
“You have no idea.”
“I wish it was me fucking you instead of that toy.”
I nearly lost myself with that comment. I looked at the screen to see him glaring at me as if I was his prey.
Our paces picked up, our breathing became heavier. That’s when I started to feel my toes curl and my legs shake.
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