by Mlyn Hurn
Finally, she bathed her hands of any remaining foam. The next several minutes were spent checking every millimeter of skin she had just shaved.
Jack groaned as her wet fingers caressed and tantalized him unrelentingly. When she finally removed her hands and announced "done", Jack was sure his torture just might be over. He was dimly aware of Laena setting things aside. He lifted his head from the pillow, expecting her to say something else.
Laena, though, continued sliding down the bed, still between his spread thighs. She told him to lift his hips, and she pulled the towel from beneath his hips.
His hips settled back onto the bed.
Laena's hands clasped his hard cock.
Immediately his body stiffened in shock.
Laena had opened her mouth and taken the head of his cock into her mouth.
Surprise continued to rattle his nerves on top of his rising passion.
She sucked on his cock, and her tongue touched the joining of flesh at the back of his penis, which formed the rim at the base of the head. Her head bobbed up and down quickly, letting her lips catch and pull on that sensitive rim of flesh.
Jack felt boneless and lay helplessly against the pillow.
She paused and her tongue licked around his hardness. She stopped at the back, the joining of the rim, and her tongue moved quickly and repeatedly against the sensitive spot, like a small, hot, wet whip. Her tongue slid down the back of his cock and when she reached his sac, she drew his hairless, wrinkled skin into her mouth. She stroked her tongue along the ridges, and then pulling the flesh into her heat, and rubbing the skin against the back of her teeth.
Jack groaned as he felt every sensual tug as a bolt of lightning-hot arousal. And when she sucked one of balls into her mouth, Jack clenched his fingers, forming fists.
She released his flesh and cupped him in her hand. Her hand began rolling his balls within the sac of now hairless flesh.
Jack was amazed at how much more intensely the touch of her fingers, her tongue and her mouth felt upon his body.
Laena felt aroused simply knowing she was able to pleasure this man. She had never done anything like this before. She had read several books, and lots of magazine articles, all in hopes of finding what was needed to spice up her marriage. But the one time she had tried something adventurous, Jeff had looked at her as though she was something dirty. But lying in this bed with Jack, she felt different. She felt beautiful, desirable and wanted. And now she needed to give him pleasure as he had done for her. And if this were all she could have with Jack, she'd take it... eagerly.
Her mouth caressed his shaved belly with gentle kisses. She moved her hand down between her thighs, and wet her finger with her juices. She proceeded to surprise herself, and Jack, as she circled her finger around his pink, wrinkled hole. She felt the shock ripple through his body at the unexpected touch. She paused for a moment, waiting for him to reject her.
Instead she soon felt arousal stirring once again. Never in her life had she ever made love more than once a day. And the once a day had been on her honeymoon, and not once since then. Maybe she was a repressed sex kitten.
Jack couldn't believe what Laena had just done. The light touch, teasing, circling and not quite entering his body was erotic beyond his realm of experience. His hands moved to her hair, clenching in the soft, long strands. He tried to form words, but his throat had closed. All he could do was groan as he felt her finger once again circle and tease around the supersensitive flesh she had found there.
She lifted her head from his belly and looked up at his face.
He could only guess what she saw.
Seconds later, he felt her mouth moving back to his cock, and then she licked all around the rim with her tongue. As her mouth shifted above him and sucked him into her mouth, she entered his body with her finger.
God!
Gently exploring, her finger moved inside, wiggling around. The last thing he expected was for her to find the place...his breath stopped as she pressed, prodded and massaged.
"Oh God!" he shouted, unaware of time and lost in his own pleasure. His exclamation heralded the moment he erupted like a volcano into her mouth. He came so hard, liquid dribbled out of her mouth. His hips jerked and rocked on the bed.
Laena's mouth slipped from his cock and the last spurt of cum hit her face and dribbled down onto her right breast. She slid her finger from his body and grabbed the nearby towel. She washed her finger in the water, and proceeded to wipe the drops from her face and breast. She climbed off the bed and turned off all the lights. As she returned to the bed, Jack lay unmoving. She pulled up the covers and climbed in beside him.
Jack turned his head to look at her.
Laena paused, feeling that something was different in the way he saw her. She stiffened and wondered if he had been disgusted by what she had just done. She couldn't voice her fears and doubts as tears clogged her throat all of sudden. For so long, she had listened to all the negative things Jeff drilled into her over the years of the marriage.
Maybe it was silly, but this was something she'd never told anyone. So many times, Laena would try something new, and Jeff's reaction was always negative. She tried new recipes, new furniture arrangement and even a new dress style. Every single time, Jeff would shoot her down, and he never did it kindly. After awhile, she blamed herself and believed she was too vulnerable and sensitive. But if Jeff could be cruel to her verbally, he seemed to relish the opportunity.
At the end of their marriage, she had felt like a kicked puppy. Not only had he been systematically humiliating her within their home, he had been publicly conducting an affair. When she went to the office after receiving the divorce papers without forewarning, Jeff had introduced her to Arlene, who was pregnant, telling her it was her fault.
It didn't matter that she had no basis to assume Jack would think the same. She had felt relaxed enough to fulfill a fantasy for herself, but had she so appalled Jack that he now wouldn't be able to-
Her mind stumbled over using the words. No words of emotion had passed between them. He hadn't said he cared for her, and certainly the "L" word had not been mentioned. She turned away from him abruptly, rolling over in the bed. She pressed her hand against her mouth, wanting to hold back the tears that were threatening to swamp her. She closed her eyes and prayed that Jack would fall asleep quickly, like Jeff used to do. She could leave the room and cry until her tears dried up in privacy.
Of course, she should leave now. But her voice would betray her tears.
Jack looked at the back of Laena's head. He didn't understand why she had suddenly turned away. He couldn't seem to find his voice to tell her how incredible what had just happened had been. His muscles felt like jelly. He didn't think he could move. It felt as if every muscle in his body had climaxed simultaneously. His nervous system was overloaded. To be honest, his brain was mush and he couldn't make much sense of it all beyond mind-blowing.
One thing was true, though. He had never had that happen before. He was surprised his heart was still beating. He rolled to his side and lifted his hand to rest on Laena's upper arm.
Laena's body jerked at the light touch.
Ignoring the reaction, he scooted closer, and pressed his body against her. Jack could feel the mingling of his heat against hers. His lips lowered to her shoulder as his hand moved forward to cup her breast. He caressed her lightly, barely squeezing her breast once.
Suddenly she bolted away, jumping from the bed.
Jack looked at her naked back, not sure what was happening. He spoke her name softly, "Laena?"
When she didn't turn, he asked her quietly, "Come back to bed, Laena."
Laena stiffened. She barely held her tears at bay, so how could she go back, and lie down beside him and pretend she was all right? How could she act like his reaction didn't matter? She didn't hear anything over the roaring in her head. These crazy-making thoughts were making her batty!
A few seconds later, Jack touched her shoulder.
She jumped and looked over her shoulder. The look of surprise that filled his eyes moments later told her that he had seen the tears on her cheeks in the dim light from moon. She tried to twist away.
Jack grabbed her arms and held her firmly in front of him. "What is wrong, Laena? Why are you crying?"
Laena struggled to break free of his hold, but he was too strong, and too determined. She finally peeked into his face. What she saw there made her stare, and then really look intently, but she didn't see any repulsion, or rejection. She sniffled and then swallowed, hoping she could speak without screwing it up and making a fool of herself. "Did what I just did, no...just do... I mean...were you disgusted by what I...how I touched you?" Laena forced out the words, feeling like her heart stopped beating while she waited his answer.
He didn't answer right away, and then he shook his head slowly. His hands lifted to cup the sides of her face. "My God, Laena! I've never, ever experienced anything that intense before in my life. I was surprised but, sweetheart, disgusted doesn't have any place between us. Your touch is making me crazy. My body is going to go on strike, I think, to get some rest!" He kissed her lips lightly, gently.
"Come back to bed, my sweet, where it is warm." Jack took her hand and helped her into bed. He moved around and got in on the other side. She lay on her side, watching him. Jack turned and faced her. "I think we need to discuss this once. I loved my wife, Laena. Celia was a kind woman and a good wife. I missed her terribly after she was gone, and I might not have survived if not for my boys, the family and my work. But she never, ever made me feel the way you do. I'm telling you this so we only have the two of us in this bed."
Laena saw the truth in his eyes. The man had an honest face, which is probably why he was so well liked. She nodded. "I thought I loved Jeff. He was the first man I'd ever been with. I never questioned the way we made love. The magazines all said once a week or month even, was normal for most married people. Then one day I read this book, and thought I would try something with him." She stopped abruptly, as memories washed over her.
Jack reached over and touched her arm, pulling her back to the present. "Go on, honey."
"He acted like I was something disgusting that he'd stepped in and couldn't wait to scrape me off his shoe! After that, he rarely touched me, always having an excuse. Once we moved here, we were strangers living in the same house. I reminded about his promise to start a family once he was settled-" She stopped and met Jack's eyes. "Anyway, you know the rest."
Silence followed her confession. She felt nervous as she waited for Jack to say something.
Finally, he lifted his hand from her arm and caressed the side of her face. "Laena, Jeff Hunt is an asshole and a fool. I can't begin to tell you how happy I am that he is such a stupid jerk. If he weren't, I wouldn't be here with you."
Several seconds passed as his words penetrated her conscious thoughts. Laena felt a warm flame deep inside her body flare to life as the phrases and sentences finally made sense. She didn't know what would happen between them, but suddenly the future wasn't worrying her. Today was what was important. She moved forward and kissed him softly.
Jack shifted in bed and cradled her head on his chest.
As she lay there, she knew that only time would completely heal her wounds from the past. Jeff's hurtful words and actions would fade now because Jack's assurance helped her realize that she was okay. For now it wasn't clear whether that she wouldn't relapse once in a while, feeling guilt overwhelm her again. Laena knew for sure that she'd do better. And with each time she fought back the demons in her past, she'd feel stronger.
In less time than it took for a deep breath, she was asleep in his arms.
Chapter 12
Laena sat at her wheel, watching the pot she'd started whirl aimlessly around and around. Her thoughts were too chaotic to really focus, but she had not been much use to Ruth in the house. Finally, Ruth told her to go out to the workroom and find something to do. So, for the last hour, she had been going from one thing to another, unable to focus long enough to do much of anything.
The problem was Jack. No more denying it. He was inside her head, and he was making her emotions into a quagmire of confusion. She had thought she could handle an affair. After all, she was a modern woman, right? She couldn't help but blush when she saw Ruth sometimes. All of her arguments that she was being silly still didn't stop the guilt. She felt like she was a teen having sex under her parents' roof. But, good lord, she had rationalized to herself, Jack was forty-eight and she was thirty-six. They weren't kids any longer. He had grown sons, so they should be able to live their lives any way they wanted.
Today Jack had left shortly after breakfast. He had been considerate by making breakfast first. He explained that he had some errands that couldn't be put off, but he would be home in time for dinner. He pecked his mother's cheek, took a last sip of coffee, and then grabbed Laena's hand. He smiled at his mother. "Laena will be right back, Mother. I need her to walk to the car with me."
Outside, though, he leaned against the door and pulled her close against him.
Nestled between his widespread thighs, she couldn't resist wiggling her hips, which earned a light, teasing slap to her fanny.
He bent his head and nearly kissed her socks off.
She was breathless when he finally set her away from him. She raised one hand and fanned her flushed cheeks, which caused Jack to smile knowingly and grin.
She wandered back into the house after watching the car disappear down the road.
In the kitchen, Ruth was busy at the sink. Turning, she smiled at her.
Laena was surprised when the older woman turned away from her quickly. She wondered if perhaps Ruth had an idea that only one of the beds was being used each night, even though Laena deliberately took the sheets off both.
The first morning when Jack had seen her running back to his room and removing those sheets as well, he had stopped her. "What are you doing? I watched as you put these clean on here yesterday. And unless we have poltergeist, no one has slept on this bed."
"If you were watching me, why didn't you help?" she answered quickly, trying to put off his real question. She knew that Jack would shake his head and laugh at her once he knew the truth. It was silly, but for some strange reason she thought it necessary to maintain the illusion they were not sleeping together. Nonsensical, she was sure, but it seemed the right thing to do in Ruth's house.
"Because it too much fun watching you bounce and jiggle while you were doing it."
Frustrated at feeling like she lived a lie under her dearest friend's roof, she had thrown the sheets towards Jack. But he had been much too quick and a moment later, they fell to the floor on top of the other sheets. In almost the blink of an eye, their heated kisses led the way to making love on the floor. She had been surprised when he pulled a condom from his pocket.
She touched the foil packet before he could tear it, meeting his gaze.
Jack shrugged. "I know I should have thought of this sooner, but I admit when I'm with you, my brain isn't getting anywhere near enough blood for logical processes."
"No, it's my responsibility as well. I was tested-"
"Shh. It's okay, and from now on we'll be good, responsible adults."
She soon noticed that he had bought a large box for each bedroom and even one for the studio. Knowing he stashed one in his pocket for "just in case" scenarios like this helped her feel sexy and delightfully naughty.
Hearing the dishes clinking together drew Laena's attention back to the present and Ruth's kitchen. "Sorry! I was thinking about a new pot design," she added the small lie quickly.
Ruth looked back at her dishes quickly, seeing the flushed look on the younger woman's face. Perhaps she should feel guilty, but she did not. Ruth felt quite gleeful in fact. She was more than delighted with the way things were continuing.
She followed them to the living room. From behind the curtains, she had watched, enjoying the passionate scene and
telling herself the whole time that her action was not spying. After all, it was her house! She could stand in any room, or look out any damned window she wanted! The kiss she'd witnessed had answered any questions she'd had about her son and her companion.
And now, she tried hard not to reveal her joy to Laena. As they began the usual round of daily household chores, Ruth put up with her inattention for as long as she could stand it, and then shooed her to the studio.
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Laena turned the music on before she started on the wheel, hoping it would help her focus. She still couldn't seem to get her act together, though, as she stared at the lopsided pot on her wheel. It looked so sad, she almost laughed. Her hair had fallen and she thoughtlessly used her clay-covered fingers to push it back. Disgusted with herself, she finally turned off the wheel and got up. Stretching from side-to-side, and then bending backwards, she tried to work some of the kinks and tightness out.
"Hello, Laena."
Laena gasped, spinning to see Jeff standing just inside the closed door of the studio. Before she could say anything, she saw his gaze travel down her body slowly, and then back up. She wore jean shorts and a midriff-length white cotton T-shirt. She flushed, seeing his gaze linger on her unbound breasts. She reached for the clay pot she had been working on, and walked over to her long bench. She slammed the clay onto the table, hitting it forcefully with her fist.
"What brings you out this way, Jeff? Shouldn't you be in the office, healing the sick, fooling around with your nurses?" Laena felt bad after she made the last comment. She should have kept her mouth shut, because he would probably assume she was jealous. And the truth was that he couldn't be farther from the truth. The testiness and rancor she felt came from the fact that he'd let it go on for so long, not telling her. Just like a cuckolded husband of the past, she felt the fool. But she would not give him the satisfaction and didn't look up.