I walked up to the restaurant that was across town. We had to find a place where I wouldn’t get notice. This is so bad. Jameson was waiting for me at the bar and he looked delicious. Charcoal dress pants that hugged his firm ass. Sky blue dress shirt that was loosely painted on his physique. I know what that physique looks like under those clothes and I can’t wait to see it again. He smirked at me when I walked in.
He greeted me, “Wow, you look beautiful.”
I blushed, “Thanks. You look good too.”
“I reserved us a table. You hungry?”
Yes, for you. I smiled and nodded.
Jameson grabbed my hand and led me to the hostess stand. He chatted with her for a minute and she led us to our secluded table in the back of the restaurant. It was an intimate setting. The lights were dim, and candles glowed on each table. We had our own private booth. This whole scenery reminded me of something straight out of a movie. It was unreal.
He waited for me to be seated before he sits. I smiled at him. This was so bizarre. Married wife with two children having her first date with a young and ambitious entrepreneur. I can’t even remember the last time Patrick took me on a date like this. The waitress came over to get our drink order. Jameson ordered a bottle of Merlot for us.
He was still grinning at me. He smirked, “I can’t get over how beautiful and sexy you look right now. I’m lucky.”
Confused, I asked, “How are you lucky?”
“Kendra, when I met you, I saw a desperate woman looking for attention.”
“Ugh.”
“Let me finish. I was attracted to you and the spunk you exuded. But behind those deep blue eyes of yours, I saw someone who was hurting. My goal was to have fun and include you in on the fun. You accepted. I know, at times, I have been distant. There are many reasons for it.”
“Like what?”
“I had a girlfriend in the beginning. But the real reason was, morally, it wasn’t right to pursue a married woman. You have an established family. If he was to find out about us, I would be at fault for destroying a marriage.”
“Jameson, you wouldn’t be at fault. I made the decision to pursue you back.”
“I know. At times, I told myself we couldn’t do what we were doing, but something about you kept calling me. I wanted you. Now that I have you, I have to share you.”
“Share me with my husband.”
“Exactly. Do I like it? Not one bit.”
“Then why me?”
“Because you need me.”
“What?”
“You need me to help keep that smile on your beautiful face. To make your eyes sparkle. I take pride in knowing I helped you find yourself again. I would be selfish to fuck you and leave. I am okay with sharing. As long as I am the reason you are smiling, I will want you. Once that smile is not mine,” he takes a deep breath, “I’m afraid to say.”
“Jameson.”
“Kendra.”
“Do you know what you do to me?”
“I have a feeling, but I want you to tell me.”
“You are like your name. Once I have had a taste of Jameson, I lose myself and do things I would never do. But I can’t get enough of that whiskey. It is my favorite.”
The waitress comes by with our wine bottle and glasses. She was all professional, ready to spit out the specials. She interrupted our conversation. It was an intense moment between Jameson and me. In ways, it was what we needed.
He is fine being the other man.
And I am too.
January 13th, 2017
I can’t stop thinking about Jameson. I love my husband so much, but Jameson is giving me what I need and crave. Jameson is the whole package – gorgeous face, a physique to die for, successful and the willingness to explore. Us having sex in the bathroom has been on my mind constantly. It was out of this world. What hit me the most was how intimate he was with me in the shower. His touch was gentle as he caressed me, as if I was his temple, his prized trophy. Granted, before that, he literally fucked my brains out. I am about to jump off the cliff. This is starting to feel like more than just sex. He is becoming something special to me.
Ping.
His ears must have been ringing. I received a text from my boy toy.
Jamie: Hey!
Kendra: Hey, you. Is it wrong for me to say that I have been thinking about you?
Jamie: Not at all. I have been thinking about you. Thinking about the noises you make when you come. I miss your taste on my mouth.
Kendra: OMG. Are you fucking for real? You’re a dirty boy. I don’t know what to say.
Kendra: Well, I haven’t gotten a chance to taste you. I want you to fuck my mouth so badly.
Jamie: Don’t say stuff like that to me, unless you are going to pay up. My dick is hard. And you’re not here to release me. Can I see you tonight?
Kendra: I’m so sorry but I have plans with Patrick tonight. I think he started to notice a “change” in me.
I waited patiently to hear a ping from my cell. Silence. There was nothing from him. I was a little down that he has not responded back. Oh well, tonight is supposed to be about Patrick and me.
Since it has been a while since Patrick and I did something fun, I went out to the spa and got myself all pretty and buffered up. I even have the perfect little black dress for tonight. I just can’t wait to have this time with Patrick. We need it.
As I was slipping my dress on, Patrick walked in the room and said, “Kendra, you look amazing. I’m not sure we are even going to make it to the restaurant.”
I blushed. It felt good to hear him notice me. He came behind me and zipped my dress up. Then, he slapped my ass and said, “Come on, sweetheart, let’s get going.”
As we headed to the restaurant downtown, my thoughts went back to Jameson. I giggled to myself. I must have given him some serious blue balls.
Patrick interrupted my thoughts by asking, “Honey, why were you laughing?”
I answered, “Oh, just something the kids did today. We sure have wonderful little humans.”
“Yeah, we do.” We pulled up to the restaurant and into a parking spot. “Well, baby, we are here.”
I opened the visor and ensured my make-up and hair were on point. To my surprise, the passenger door opened and there was Patrick. He has not done that in years. Like probably first date and that was it.
We made our way into the restaurant and got seated near the front door. Our waitress came by and took our drink orders. This unusual feeling circled in my stomach. I happened to look up and saw Jameson at the door with this blonde bombshell. What the heck? This is too weird. He must have sensed my glare because he turned his head toward me and made that stupid smirk of his.
I just can’t believe it, he is here. Out of all the restaurants in Columbus he had to show up at the same restaurant as Patrick and me. What the hell? He asked for me to see him tonight and now he has a date. Who does that? Then to smile at me, like he knew damn well it was going to get me in a tizzy. Ugh. Stupid games.
I had to calm myself down. I do not want Patrick to know that jealousy is overcoming me for no reason. I excused myself, “Patrick, if you would excuse me, I need to visit the ladies room.”
Patrick looked up from his menu and said, “Sure, babe.”
I got up and made the long walk down the hall to the restroom. It was a single bathroom, one toilet and a vanity. When I got in, I immediately went to the mirror and tried to get my anger under control. Why am I so angry? I am a married woman. He is a young man and can go out with anyone he pleases.
I took a deep breath.
I looked at myself in the mirror and realized I need to reapply more lipstick. So glad I brought my purse with me. As I was digging in my purse for my lipstick, the women’s door opened and then I heard a lock sound. I look to see who came in the restroom. And there he was? Jameson. Shit!
He grabbed one of my hips and said, “Kendra, this dress.”
> I turned to face him and asked, “What are you doing here?”
“Kendra, I want to rip this dress off you and fuck you so hard and then send you back to your husband all flustered.”
“Jameson, I asked you why you are here.”
“Just on a date. Like you.”
“How did you know I was here?”
“Had a feeling.”
“You can’t be here.”
“I’m here and you’re flustered. Now, about this dress.”
“Jameson, not here. I’m with my husband.”
“Yeah, about that. Not cool. You said you wanted to taste me. Then you left me craving your sweet lips around my cock. Not cool at all.”
“What do you expect me to do? Suck your dick.”
He smirked, “Why not?”
I shook my head and grinned, “Wow, Jameson, that’s really bold of you.”
Before I knew it, Jameson attacked my mouth as if he was hungry for my lips. And damn it, I just put on lipstick. He guides my body into the vanity. I stopped him. He looked stunned and asked, “What?”
Then I got on my knees.
I raised my hands up to his zipper and dragged that bad boy down so fast. Hmmm, he’s free balling tonight. His cock popped out, hard and ready to go.
He groaned, “Fuck, Kendra, what you are doing?”
I hushed him with my tongue, tasting his head as my hands started to pump his cock. My tongue swirled around the head of his cock. My hands immediately went to his balls and massaged them. He moaned. Then I took my tongue down the length of him. Damn, he tasted so good. I licked my way down to the base of his cock and then to his balls. I put both his balls in my mouth. Jameson moaned, “Oh Fuck, Kendra.”
A tingle sensation tickled my sex. I slid my hand down to my pussy and pushed my thong to the side. I was wet. One finger crept in between my folds and I started to play.
I licked my way back up to the head of his cock and went down with my mouth. Another moan seeped from Jameson.
He had my hair and started to tug. Excitement electrified my body. His hips started to pump as he fucked my mouth. I continued to please myself as I pleased him. His thrusts were rough and hard. I need and crave this. My head continued to bob up and down his cock, picking up speed. He moaned, “Baby, you need to stop, I’m going to come.”
Nope, not this time mister.
Not listening, I continued to fuck him with my mouth. He started to shake and groan again, “Please, Kendra, don’t stop. Keep it going. Just like that, baby girl.”
His dick started to pulse in my mouth and I knew he was going to combust.
And he did just that.
Come squirted down my throat. Then another wave of come came after that. I wasn’t backing down, I swallowed him whole.
Once he was done exploding in my mouth, I looked up to him and he looked down at me. Something vibrated in my system. It was as if my heart was beating for him. Like he was the one. I broke the eye contact, pulled my fingers out of my sex and stood up.
He panted, “Kendra, you did not come. Let me take care of that.”
Jameson wanted to take care of me, but Patrick was waiting on me. I answered, “It’s okay, Jameson, I got what I needed from you.”
“But, Kendra, I want to fuck you right now,” he begged.
“I’m sorry, Jameson, but I really need to get back to Patrick,” I answered and turned around to wash my hands. Once again, I reapplied my lipstick and checked my hair, pushing it back in place. I backed away from the vanity and saw Jameson standing against the wall with his arms crossed. This man makes me weak, but I need to get back to my husband. I didn’t say anything more. I looked at him once more. I unlocked the bolt and walked out the door. Damn him, he got what he wanted. I was hot and fluster.
When I arrived back to the table, Patrick was beaming. I sat down and asked, “What are you smiling about?”
He smiled, “You’re so beautiful when you glow. I don’t know what has changed in you but I’m liking it.”
I grabbed my wine glass and took a sip. If he only knew.
January 26th, 2017
Day in and day out, my days are typically the same. I drop the children off at school. I go to the grocery story. I tidy up the house. Sometimes, I go to the gym earlier, if the children have activities. It is my life and I wouldn’t change it for the world. But there is one thing that is different about my day to day, Jameson.
I just don’t know. We texted each other quite a bit. But now, it is normal talk. Nothing really dirty. Well, not all the time. He will send me texts like this:
Jamie: Hey you
Jamie: Thinking of you.
Jamie: I can’t wait to see you.
Jamie: Missing my girl
And then the dirty stuff:
Jamie: My cock needs a playdate
Jamie: 8======) in /^
Jamie: MILF = you
It makes me grin from ear to ear. I wake up in the morning and look at my phone to see his pseudo name pop up. Our relationship is starting to be more than just extraordinary sex.
For example, we met for coffee the other day.
I walked into the small mom and pop coffee house in one of the suburbs of Columbus. Jameson was sitting at one of the rustic antique tables with his laptop up and wearing his black rimmed glasses. His eyes were intensely examining the screen. I walk over to him and said, “Hey you.”
His eyes moved from the screen to mine. He grinned, “Hey, beautiful.” He stands up. “Please sit. What do you want to drink?”
I love this side of him. The gentleman side. I answered, “Vanilla chai tea, please.”
He winked at me. “One second.” Jameson heads to the counter to order my drink. I couldn’t help but enjoy the scenery of his suit pants hugging his firm assets. I have seen that ass. I have clawed that ass.
A few minutes later, he came back to the table with my tea. He hands it to me and said, “How you doing?”
I answered, “Doing all right. This is a little different from our other meet-ups.”
“Since bathrooms are our thing, I can take you out back and fuck you. If you would like,” he joked.
“Ha! Ha! As fun as that sounds, I like the idea of meeting like this.”
“I had a feeling.”
I take a sip of my tea. The warmth with a hint of vanilla flows down my throat and warms my body up. I asked, “Can you be real with me? I feel like you know so much about me. But I don’t know much about you except you’re a successful pharma rep and you work out a lot.”
“What do you want to know? I have nothing to hide.”
“Everything.”
“Way to be specific. Where to start?”
“Are you from here?”
He laughed, “No! The job brought me here. I’m from Omaha, Nebraska.”
“Wow. From one exciting place to another.”
“I like it here. After graduating from Notre Dame, I wanted to explore somewhere different. I did some traveling until I decided it was time to grow up and build my dynasty.”
“I’m not following you.”
“The pharm business is my starting career. Once I have done everything I have done with it, I plan to use my degree and open up my own business in the housing market. Investing, refurbishing homes, and selling them. But to do all that, I need to establish the financial background for it. I eventually want to move back to Omaha where my family is.”
“Ambitious! You know exactly what you want to do with your life at twenty-six.”
“I will take that as a compliment. I miss my family, but everything is going too well here to move back. I have maybe two or three more years under my belt. It would be great if it was sooner.”
“Jameson, I am in awe of you. You have everything figured out. There is nothing stopping you.”
He chuckled, “Well, there might be one thing but that is too soon to predict.”
“Do you care
if I ask, what is that?”
His deep brown eyes stared into my baby blues. “I’m looking at her.”
That is where things got awkward. What exactly did he mean by that? Honestly, I did not want to know. I was afraid to ask. I changed the topic to football.
February 5th, 2017
Once again, Patrick has been working a ton of hours. We started to do more things as a couple, which took my time away from Jameson. However, Patrick is now working on a huge litigation and it is consuming so much of his time. This is my life. Jameson knew something was up with me because I was down about my lack of time again with Patrick. I didn’t come out and say that to Jameson. He just knew something was up. Jameson was being overly sweet. He wanted to do something nice for me. It was kind of usual what he wanted to do.
Jameson grabs my hand as we follow the trail down to wherever he is taking me at Hoover Reservoir recreational park. It is bitterly cold. I have no clue what he has in store for us, but I am not digging it yet. Who the hell enjoys hanging out in the snow-covered cold? Not this girl. I roll my eyes and laugh, “Where the hell are you taking me?”
He turns his head back toward me with a devilish smile on his face, “Just wait and you will see.”
“You know it is cold, right?”
“You will get warm soon, trust me.”
“Jameson, for real.”
He stops and comes face to face with me. “I’m not going to let you freeze. This is something I have been wanting to do for a while. It only feels right with you.”
“I hate the cold.”
He laughs, “You will like it after today. I promise.”
“Whatever.” He grabs my hand and continues to lead me down the trail. When we approach our destination, I am in awe with what I see. He set up a picnic in the snow overlooking the ice-covered lake. There is a small fire pit. There was no flame yet, but I am assuming that is what is next when we sit on the blanket. He has been planning this. Where the blanket laid, it looked as if he shoveled a spot for us over the frozen grass. Jameson lets go of my hand and walks to the fire pit. He takes out a piece of paper and lighter. The flames spark as he throws the paper into the log pit. He looks up at me with his gorgeous brown eyes with flame reflecting the desire he has for me. I can’t believe he did this. I am stunned. I ask, “A picnic in the cold?”
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