36 Inches: A MFMM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

Jennifer

  I need to tell him the truth, I'm not honest, and the way that I reacted right now was pretty childish, but I can’t focus on him right now. I’m older, and I should be responsible and not let my feelings get in the way of the way I feel about Jason.

  As I stand in the shower and the water beats against my body. I think about the way that Jason touched me earlier while we were in front of the pool. I’d been careless. Anyone could have come by the house and seen us, but the crazy thing is I didn’t care at the time. The only thing on my mind was Jason and being with him.

  I’d asked him to rub the lotion over my body. I was desperate for his touch, the only person that touched my body was my own hands. I’d spent two days denying that I’d wanted him. A man that was the same age as my son. The one that I used to babysit from time-to-time. I'd bought the bikini hoping to get his attention. I’d let my hair hang down, something that I never used to do. Tom had told me that whenever my hair was down, I looked like a witch. He used to say horrible comments to me, and in a bid to try and win his heart, I would react to them. Not by arguing back, but by following his request. Clothes that he wanted me to wear. A look that he needed me to conform to. Nothing about our marriage was about me, but only about him. The type of wife that he wanted to parade around with whenever I was needed to turn up to a function at work, just so that no one would know his dirty secret.

  I didn’t have to worry about that anymore because he was gone. The guilt of knowing that now he wasn’t alive I was free weighed heavily on my shoulders. Even in his death, he was making my life miserable. I close my eyes as the water takes away the scent and touch of Jason from my body. I panic as I realize that I don’t want it erased. Jason told me that he wanted me. I said in a bid to scare him away that I didn’t feel the same. I made him feel small, and I had no right to do that.

  He may never want to speak to me again. I don’t blame him because I was pretty cruel to him. I realize that I don’t know how to behave in front of others. It’s as if Tom took everything away from me and I’m lost how to get it back.

  I creep out of the shower and as I head into my bedroom and attempt to dry my hair, I decide against acting like a coward. I’m going to go next door and talk to Jason. He’s made me feel more alive than I have in years. I shouldn’t have treated him like that. Not at all.

  I grab the shorts that I bought at the same time as the bikini only yesterday. Everything I bought was something that I knew Jason would like and Tom would disapprove off and I should feel guilty, but the more I think about my marriage… I close my eyes and think about the prison that I’ve lived in for the last eighteen years and the fact that I’m finally free and I need to embrace it with open arms.

  I keep acting as if Tom has the keys and there’s no way that I can ever be free. He set me free the moment he died. I smile as I put on the vest with no bra and the shorts with no panties. I tie my hair up, and then I let it loose again around my shoulders.

  Carla’s not at home.

  Jason’s alone.

  This time, I won’t be cruel to him. I’ll tell and show him that I was wrong and he’s not the only one that’s happy about crossing the line. I’m happy that we did it too. Right after I tell him that I’m sorry and that I shouldn’t have said the things that I said earlier.

  Like a naughty school girl, I put on my sandals and leave my room. I have a spring in my step as I run down the stairs. I think about the way Jason handled my body, and the way he touched me made me feel like a woman. Something that I haven’t felt in such a long time.

  I quickly grab my keys and then slam the door shut. I head next door wondering about the treatment that I’m about to see and wonder if my neighbors can see me right now? I shake my head at the thought of it. I don’t care if they do see me. The only person in my mind is Jason. I press the bell and wait for him to open the door. I stand for what feels like forever, but it could only be a few seconds as my heart beats out of control.

  “I was worried that you wouldn’t open the door.” I smile at him, but he says nothing. He just stares at me with a blank look. I’m disappointed to see that he has on clothes. I know it’s crazy after what I did, but I wish that we could go back to how it was two days ago when he opened the door in his boxers.

  I wish that he would slam the door and take me as he did by my pool.

  I feel ashamed about my behavior and my dismissal about the way he feels about me. I shouldn’t have shut him down as I’d done earlier. It was wrong.

  He moves to the side, and then I slip through the door. I take a deep breath and say, “Anytime that you want to come back to the pool then you’re more than welcome.”

  He rolls his eyes and moves away from me. I stand there like a jilted bride. He goes to the living room and sits down. He has his books out, and I wonder if I should just go back home. This isn’t working so far.

  He looks up as I tower him.

  “Jennifer, if that’s the only reason you came around here, then I get the message and thanks for allowing me to use your pool,” he says it so sarcastically that I can’t help but sit next to him and tell him exactly what’s on my mind.

  “Jason, what I said to you was wrong.”

  He’s not looking at me, but flicking through his papers. Then he lifts a book and puts it on his lap and sinks into the leather sofa. He’s ignoring me. I get it. I deserve it.

  “I have only had sex with one man. One time. No other time and I’m thirty-six-years-old. That one time resulted in conceiving Daniel.”

  I take a deep breath and then no longer is Jason looking at the book or even ignoring me. He’s staring at me.

  “This was the first time that I felt like a woman, and it scared me so much for so many reasons. Part of it is your age. The other is Daniel is your friend. Maybe if you didn’t know him then it would be so much easier. If I didn’t know Carla maybe there would be nothing wrong with this whole scenario. Tom only died recently, I feel as if I’m moving on and his grave hasn’t even turned cold yet. It’s just not right. Then again, if I’d known that Tom was gay when I married him then…”

  “You would have still married him?”

  Jason puts the book on the table and waits for a response.

  I shrug. “I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it like that. If I did, then I wouldn’t have had Daniel and I love him so very much,” I choke.

  “In eighteen years of marriage, you’ve never had sex?”

  I lift up one finger.

  He nods. “Right. Only once.”

  I sigh as I sink into the sofa. “So, is this right? I just don’t know, Jason. I just don’t know.”

  Jason doesn’t say anything, but sinks back into the sofa with me. But I know that he’s not as hostile as he was when he opened the door because he takes my hand and kisses the back of it. I look across, and he’s not looking at me as if he’s lost in his thoughts.

  Jason

  This whole thing is nuts; she’s going through a hard time right now. But she’s not the only one. I can’t believe that she’s only had sex only once. That’s a fucking tragedy. I wonder how many times he had sex with male prostitutes?

  I dismiss the thought from my mind. I can tell that she’s hurting. The palm of her hand is sweating, and her nipples are so fucking erect that I’m trying to focus on talking, not taking her on top of the sofa right now, but it’s so fucking hard.

  “What I feel for you right now, Jason, it’s not right,” she sighs as she takes her hand away from me.

  I hate the way that she does that. One minute I feel as if I’m able to let go and just talk to her. I don’t talk to anyone, not really. The only person that I probably say or even ask some things is Mom, and this is one thing that I’ll never talk to her about.

  “I don’t understand it, Jennifer. I’m not about to pretend that I do either. You were with a man that never wanted you for eighteen years and to make matters worse, you never left him.”

  She laughs. “He left me.”<
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  I tilt my head from side-to-side. “I suppose in a way he did.”

  And then the atmosphere that was so fucking thick that you could cut a knife, turns into one that we’re both sitting on the couch and looking at each other for the first time since she came through the door.

  “Seems like you have a lot of work to do,” she says as she points to the books that are sprawled out on the table.

  “I’m supposed to do one hour per day. But so far after two days. I’ve done zilch.”

  She nods. “Right. I better leave you to it.”

  I shake my head as she attempts to stand up and leave.

  “Don’t go. I couldn’t study because I had too much shit running through my mind.”

  She shrugs. “Thanks.”

  I shake my head. “No. I didn’t mean that you’re shit. I just meant that I’d been fantasizing about being with you for so long that after it happened well, I just wanted more and then you were cruel about it. Part of me thought that you were mocking me.”

  “No, Jason. I wouldn’t do that. I just thought about so many things. Like I’m older. Your mom is my friend. Daniel’s your friend. How’s he going to be about all of this?”

  I shrug. “I never even thought about him in all of this, because I just couldn’t get out of my mind about what happened at the pool. Shit, I don’t believe in love at first sight. I’m not even sure if I believe in love.”

  She has worked some magic on me; I’m confessing things that I’ve never been able to voice out loud.

  “What I’m trying to say is that you made me feel alive in ways that I never thought were possible and I like it.”

  Now, she probably does think that I’m a kid. Shit, I sound like a chump. If any of the guys spoke like that on the team, I would probably kick their ass. Tell them to get their head together, but here I am trying to tell the woman that I’ve been thinking about butt naked for so long that I’m into her.

  “You want to hear something strange?”

  I nod my head.

  “I feel the same way too. God, this is nuts.”

  I shrug. “Like being married to a man for eighteen years that was gay?”

  She smiles. “Something like that. But it wasn’t so much about him being gay. There were other things that were wrong with our marriage. I could never sit down and talk to Tom the way that I’m doing with you right now. I thought that he was a good dad, but I don’t remember him going out of his way to do anything with Daniel, and he used to say some crappy things to me, and I would let him. All the time.”

  I ask the magic question. The one that I asked her before. “Why did you stay with him?”

  She shakes her head. “I honestly don’t know. Stupidity? Fear? God, knows, Jason. I don’t know.”

  “Can you do one thing for me?” I say as I face her.

  “What?”

  “Jennifer, stays here with me.” I pull her closer toward me. I want her right now. I didn’t get enough of her earlier and this time after we make love, I’ll make sure that she doesn’t go anywhere because I need her to stay. Here with me.

  Jennifer

  Taking his fingers off, he leans into me slowly, and my eyelids droop by instinct. I wait for the touch of his lips, but it doesn’t come right away; his mouth hovers over mine for a full second, and only then does he kiss me. His touch is soft and gentle, but when he finally parts his lips and runs his tongue over mine, I can feel a coiled hunger hiding in his movements.

  Jason finally plants a kiss on the tips of my fingers and it sends a shiver through my body. This is a feeling I have never felt before. Nothing matters right now and we don’t ruin this moment by speaking. His other hand comes up to the back of my head running his fingers through it as he fists it and yanks my head back. His mouth is instantly over mine. Jason’s tongue caresses my lips before I pull his lip into my mouth, sucking on it. I can taste him in a raw, real way like I am touching his soul and understanding him. My hands slide up and down his back touching and caressing it.

  As our tongues swirl and dance around each others, Jason presses harder into me, making sure no space remains. I put my hand out behind using the table as my anchor my foot comes up slightly.

  Jason breaks our kiss and I’m gasping, the anticipation of what it is coming. The thrill now is that I don’t know what is going to be, and I just know that right now I want to trust Jason to please me, and to trust myself to let myself be happy.

  Jason eyes never leave mine as he goes down to his knees right in front of me, his hands reaching for my breasts. He squeezes my tits the moment his knees touch the floor, and he squeezes them harshly, forcing a scream of delight out of my mouth.

  Letting go of my breasts, he slides his fingers down to my shorts but, instead of just yanking it off me, he just hooks in fingers on the fabric. Then, moving so fast his movement becomes a blur, he takes his hands to my ass cheeks and pulls into him; he dives into me at the same time, and another loud scream explodes in my mouth as he simply crushes his face against my pussy.

  His mouth is open wide, and he doesn’t waste a second; he starts sucking on my wetness over the drenched fabric of my shorts, his fingers digging deep into my ass cheeks. He does it hungrily, even pulling at the fabric with his teeth.

  Eating me out like a man possessed, he grabs my shorts and pulls them against my outer thigh. The fabric tears and he just throws them away, his hands once again on my ass. Pushing on my cheeks, he forces me to raise my legs and I place them over his shoulders, crossing them over his shoulder blades.

  “Fuck, that’s delicious,” he says as he comes up for air, but he’s on me in a heartbeat. He runs his tongue up and down my pussy lips as I hang from the ropes dangling from the ceiling, my wrists pressed against the metallic handcuffs.

  My body sways back and forth as he devours me, but he manages to keep me in place, his hands grabbing my ass harshly. I feel a ball of pleasure growing inside my stomach, burning my nerve endings with fiery stabs of maddening electricity. Using his tongue to press down on my clit, he turns that ball of pleasure inside my stomach into a hurricane of ecstasy. I throw my head back and scream as loud as I can, my lungs working so hard that they are straining against my ribcage.

  “OH GOD!” I shout, a violent orgasm stabbing my mind over and over again. I grit my teeth and just hiss when my throat gives up on me, Jason’s tongue still working my pussy with a blind fury.

  My body grows limp as pleasure washes over me. I want to fall into his arms forever, and yet I also want him to fuck me.

  I drag him off to his bedroom, holding his hand so tight that I find all my energy in the exhilaration of knowing that we’re going to fuck, and I’m going to be brave enough to do what I want.

  Jason is what I want.

  My hands on his chest, I push him back until his knees meet the edge of the bed. I force him to lie down, and then I climb on top of him, moving like a cat. Barely capable of thinking straight, I can’t tell if because of how happy I am… or how wet—I lean in, pressing my lips against his and kissing him softly.

  “You’re mine now, Jason,” I purr into him, running my fingers over his chest, his tight shirt delineating the contour of his muscles. One hand on my face, he smiles, allowing his fingers to roam over to my neck and then tangles them in my hair. He yanks, forcing my head back.

  “You’re mine too… Forever,” he says, craning his neck and placing his mouth on my cleavage, his lips softly brushing against the soft skin there.

  I ignore any of the negative thoughts that attempt to permeate my brain and I let how good his words feel wash over me.

  I lean in, my lips pressed against his neck. I start kissing him in a downward line, my mouth traveling down to his chest. I part my lips and let my tongue out, lapping at his nipples while I let my hands wander over to his hips, tracing the outlined ‘v’ that leads to the cock I have to have. My tongue runs over his abs dutifully, their hard contour enough to make me go mad.

  When I get c
lose to the hem of his boxer briefs, I lay gentle kisses around it, my eyes darting to the thick shape tenting his underwear.

  “Is this for me?” I ask him, running the tip of my index finger over his member.

  “Just for you,” he tells me, grinning. The moment his words hit me, I curl my fingers around his cock, gripping it harshly.

  “It better be,” I tease him. “Because I’m insatiable… And I don’t like to share.”

  In response, his cock pulses firmly against the palm of my hand. I start to stroke him over the fabric of his boxers, my eyes locked on his.

  Sitting down on top of him, I place my crotch right above his. I rest my hands on his chest and then start to sway my hips, moving them back and forth and stroking his cock over his boxers. I feel it hardening even more, and I start becoming desperate to have him inside of me… To be on all fours while he fucks me, to be stretched wide by his huge member… But there’s time for everything. Right now, I’m under the spotlight and it’s my turn to shine.

  I grind against him harder, moving my hips ferociously; I lean into him, kissing him as I move. I wonder if I’d be able to make him cum just like this, but I don’t have the mental fortitude to remain in this position for that long… So, feeling his cock pulsing against my pussy, I go lower on his body, hooking my fingers on his boxers; I tug them down his legs and throw them somewhere far off in the room. Sliding my hands from his ankles to his thighs, I lean into him, my eyes locked on his as my lips reach for his cock. I stop right before my mouth is on him, my smile turning into a grin of wickedness.

  “Come on…” he groans, his cock jerking.

  “Maybe I’ll make you beg… Maybe I’ll drive you crazy until you can’t take it anymore.” I love teasing him now because I know that I’m not going to run away on him. I’m not judging this all as some game, and we can feel safe together no matter how fucked up what we’re doing is, we’re doing it and we both desperately want to. One look into his eyes and I can almost see the flames of desire there, bright and wild and threatening to consume whatever’s in their way and I know that this is the kind of passion I deeply crave and I’m not letting go of it.