Jim moaned happily.
She opened her eyes and looked over at him. He was stroking a very erect penis. His hand smoothly slid up and down his bulging shaft. She realized how much she had missed seeing that – how much she had missed seeing his pleasure when another man's cock was sliding into her pussy.
She moaned in lust.
Jim moaned right after.
Andy panted. “Shit yeah.”
The slaps of his hips against hers filled the living room. Then he was groaning and squirting hot seed into her.
She gasped in excitement and no sooner than he was done thrusting the last squirt into her, he was pulling her up. He moved her to the floor and made her get on all fours. Then he rammed himself into her from behind.
“Yeah, fuck her good,” Jim said.
She laid her head on the floor as he hammered her from behind. The slaps of his hips against her were louder, harder.
She moaned.
Andy was panting – moving like a spring. Coiling, uncoiling, never tiring. His small balls slapped her clit and she felt the surging sensations with each thrust.
“Yes, Andy, fuck me.” She murmured into the carpet. “Fill me up.”
Jim's hand was a blur on his shaft. The sight drove her close to orgasm.
Andy pushed hard and it drove her face along the carpet. He grunted and was squirting more seed into her hot pussy.
He pulled out, laid her over on her side and got behind her.
Jim moved over to the couch, just a few feet away.
Andy entered her pussy again from behind.
She lifted her leg and placed her foot flat on the ground to open up and accommodate him. She knew this would also give her husband a great view of her pussy getting fucked by Andy's erection.
The kid was slower this time, moving with a purpose but not feverish. After she felt his penis harden fully, he pulled out and laid her on her back. He lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders. Then he dove into her, his penis slamming in.
It felt good.
He still didn't look at her, but drove himself down into her pussy with as much effort and force as he could.
“Yeah,” said Jim. “Nice.”
She groaned louder, waves of orgasm approaching and receding, but coming stronger and closer.
“Shit yeah,” Andy said.
She knew that meant he was close. She looked over at her husband. His eyes were half closed and he was stroking his cock while watching her fuck the young kid. She was about to take his third load and her husband loved it.
She felt the room twist and spin. She cried out, tensing, convulsing, quivering and cumming.
Andy slammed down into her harder. Everything on her shook with the impacts. His penis speared her over and over and then she felt the hot squirtings inside her. Her pussy thrummed, drinking all of Andy's sperm.
“Ahhh, shit, yeah.”
Jim had cum. His head was laid back on the couch, resting. His smile made her feel good.
Andy was up in a flash and dressing.
Nothing was said.
She shared a look with her husband. Jim raised an eyebrow.
At the door, a panting Andy said, “Yeah, like, I wasn't, you know, wanting to get involved with, like, old people.” Then he was out the door.
She looked at Jim.
Jim looked at her.
They broke out laughing.
CHAPTER 17
Carlene handed Eric the bids.
He had been well-behaved. Her husband had come to see him privately.
Later, Jim had told her that Eric seemed apologetic over the Halloween bash event. He had claimed he was drunk. Jim had mentioned that he had cell-phone pictures of Eric's first coupling with Carlene. Those might play well in any divorce proceedings Eric's wife might have.
Eric had gotten the message.
Still, though her work had relatively returned to normal, there was that nagging desire to change jobs.
On the plus side, she was giving to Eric now the first RRT Sheetmetal recommendation. She knew he would sign it and Russel, their neighbor, would have a nice, lucrative job for the next month or two.
On the negative side, Rod had called three more times. It had hurt the first time before she talked to her husband. It hurt less the second time. By the final call, she was bored with the idea of him. It was a relief to get off the phone and forget about his games.
He had hurt her. But she had allowed herself to be hurt. She had fallen for him even to the point of wanting to be with him and not her husband. She had never stopped loving Jim. No, not ever. But the lust and thrill of Rod had overwhelmed her sensibility. That would never happen again.
She had done nothing except be the good wife since Andy's hilarious exit. Whenever the subject came up, they both just shook their heads.
She was pleased her husband liked seeing her pleasured. But if it came with games and bullshit and lies, it wasn't anywhere near worth it. If the only person who could respect her as a woman was her husband, then all of his ideas of other men were over.
He knew that and understood.
Which is why I love him.
* * *
Carlene answered the knock on the door.
“Hi, Carlene.” Russel's smile was bright.
“Oh, hi. You want to come in?”
“Sure, sure.”
“Hi, Russel,” Jim said. He shook the man's hand. “What brings you over here?”
She shut the door against the cold night air. December was chilly, even here.
“Ah, well, I wanted to thank your lovely wife for that contract.”
She smiled, big. “Oh, that was nothing.”
“Nonsense. This puts my crew to work and gives me a nice Christmas bonus. Thank you.”
She lowered her head, embarrassed. “You're welcome.”
She decided he didn't really look all that bad. He wasn't completely bald. It was the typical hat-wearing baldness. Hair all over except on top. Russel kept what remained of his hair close-shaved.
He sighed. “I also wanted to invite you two over for my annual Christmas party. It's nothing big. Just some family members.”
“Oh well--” Jim started to say in rejection.
Russel cocked his head. “Alicia left me and it would be wonderful to have some friends around.”
“She left you?” She was stunned.
“It had to happen. It was with some college kid who works at the grocery store on Seaview.”
She laughed.
Both men raised an eyebrow at her.
She elbowed her husband. “Andy, dear.”
Jim snorted.
She said, “She's not trading up, believe me.”
Russel looked as if he was trying to figure that one out.
“We'd love to come,” she said.
“Are you sure?” He was looking at Jim.
Her husband pursed his lips and nodded firmly. “Of course. We didn't know you needed a little support. We'll be there.”
“I mean, if you'd rather not--”
How sweet. He was more concerned with our feelings than his own. “No, no. We just don't like to impose. We wouldn't want to be invited because someone felt obligated--”
“I don't feel obligated. I feel grateful to have such fine neighbors.”
“Then we'll come,” said Jim.
Russel clapped his hands together. “Excellent.”
“Should we bring anything?” her husband said.
“I know she likes rum. I'll have some there for her.”
She chuckled.
“But you?” Russel said to Jim.
“Rum, also. We can bring some.”
“Get out.”
“No, really.”
“I'm not poor, you know.” His smile was wry.
“Alright, alright. But if we show up with a gift, don't throw us out.”
Russel's smile broadened and he wrapped Jim in a quick hug. Then he gave one to her. “Tuesday night.”
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Russel had a turn-out that impressed her.
A few cousins showed up and also a few aunts and uncles. His father was there, but remained in a chair, nodding as if listening to something.
His daughter, from a marriage long ago, breezed through and left presents. She didn't stay.
Jim lugged in a case of aged scotch. Russel's eyes went wide.
“My, my,” he said. “That's a very impressive label.”
Jim nodded. “Merry Christmas, neighbor. We hope you enjoy it.”
“Will I? I will have to share this with you. Such is best only when shared with friends.”
His family was of Italian and English ancestry. The mix was amusing.
She watched some Italian aunt stroll up to Jim and pinch his cheek. “My, what a handsome man. This must be one of Evelyn's? Where has she been keeping him?”
Russel rolled his eyes and pulled her hand away. “No, auntie, this is a friend.”
“My daughter is looking--”
“Auntie, he's married.”
“Oh. Well. Why didn't you say so?”
“I did, auntie.”
“How awful of you to embarrass your poor aunt like that--”
Russel steered her away. “You'll be fine, auntie.”
Jim pointed. “There's a nice loveseat and table.”
She grunted assent.
“We can stack up some drinks there.”
She elbowed him. “Be nice, Jim.”
“I am. I don't want to be obtrusive.”
“Huh?”
“I don't want to get in the way of him and his family.”
“Oh. Well, of course.”
They sat.
Jim pointed again. “Uh oh.”
She followed his finger. He was pointing at a doorway. What was wrong with it?
Then she saw it. Oh. She laughed to herself. There was a sprig of mistletoe taped over the doorway.
She slapped his arm. “Don't be waiting around for auntie under there.”
He snickered.
She slapped him again. “Stop that. She was nice.”
“Yeah, she was, but I'm not going to be caught under there like a fly in a spider's web to be giving her smoochies.”
She giggled. Hard.
Gifts were handed out and Russel brought them one with a grin. He had been having drinks.
“What is it?” she said.
Jim elbowed her. “Dummy, you're supposed to open it, not ask what it is. It's a gift.”
Russel chortled and went back to handing out gifts.
Inside was a box of ornate crystal candle holders, hand-painted with gold leaf. Perfect for their bare dining table. Perfect match to their décor.
She smiled happily. It wasn't a gift to be thrown in the attic or regifted to some unsuspecting relative. This was going straight onto their dining table.
Had he really seen that just from standing in our entry? She was amazed.
There was a frenzy of discarded paper scattered around the living room. It warmed her to see so many happy people.
The uncles seemed to have something they did, passing their gifts to the other uncles to look over. Then they began haggling. Gifts were handed back and forth and traded. But only the uncles did it. Gifts were waved, hands were waved and voices were raised in barter.
She drained the last of her first drink. “Guess I need another.” She got up. Jim wasn't finished with his yet.
She went into the kitchen and found the bottle of rum. It was a good label – not cheap. She poured her glass full. One of the uncles was in there pouring a couple glasses of wine.
“This will put hair on your chest,” he said.
Great. Just what I need. Please give me a gallon. “Oh really? Then maybe it's not for me.”
The uncle laughed heartily.
She went out and ran into Russell.
“Ah, good, you found the rum.”
“Yes. Someone wanted to put hair on my chest in there.”
He laughed. But then he got a twinkle in his eye. He pointed up.
She saw the sprig of mistletoe hanging there.
Panicked, she looked over at Jim. He was laughing silently, slapping his knee and shaking his head at the ease with which she had been trapped.
Jerk.
Russel looked at her expectantly, but softly.
She leaned forward a little and closed her eyes.
She was wrapped in a gentle hug with one arm. The other held his own glass. His lips met hers, but they were soft, not puckered and prudish. His smell was clean and light.
Not of her own volition, she relaxed and melted into his embrace. His tongue probed gently out and she met it with her own. Her head swam and the room did a few spins to confuse her.
She gasped when he pulled away. Opening her eyes, she saw an aunt squeezing past, nodding and clapping her hands.
Dirty old people.
She blushed. That had been a very pleasant and soft kiss.
“What a wonderful Christmas present,” he murmured.
She blushed harder. “It was nice,” she said. She made her way back to Jim and settled down.
“Enjoying yourself?” he said.
She giggled. “It's just mistletoe.”
He waggled his eyebrows at her. “Alicia was a fool to leave him.”
“No doubt. And for Andy?”
“Seriously.” He sipped the last of his drink.
Christmas music played on the stereo system and she snuggled back into the loveseat. The harmony was soothing. The atmosphere was friendly. Russel's family was adorable. She hummed to the music with a joy in her heart she had not felt in a long time.
An aunt came and sat by Jim. “You're Evelyn's son, right?”
“No, I--”
I remember seeing you standing outside Buckingham--”
“I've never been to England.”
“--and you were so sharp in your uniform.”
“I've never worn a uniform.”
“What?”
“I was never in the service.”
“Oh, I thought all the guards for the queen were in the army.”
“I was never a guard for the queen.”
Carlene snorted. “Jim, be nice.”
He gave her an exasperated look.
“I have a picture of me standing next to you in your red hat and black uniform.” Auntie slurred her words a little.
Russel passed. “Auntie, leave poor Jim alone.”
“Or was it a black hat and red uniform?”
“I think they wear red,” Jim said.
“I have a picture in my purse. I'll go find it.”
“Yes, of course.” Jim sounded relieved.
He nudged her a while later.
“Hmm?”
A few of the aunts and uncles had left, taking Russel's father with them.
“Look, Russel just went to fetch himself a drink.”
“Yes?”
“Well, go trap him like he trapped you.”
She laughed. “You jerk.”
“What?”
“I'm not going to mash on him in front of his relatives.”
“I don't know. Auntie was applauding you two earlier.”
“Isn't that her passed out under the coffee table?”
“Blue hair, yep. I'm glad she passed out before she could find that picture.”
An uncle leaned over from the chair he was sitting in. His voice was slurred, but conspiratorial. A British accent wavered there. “Listen to your bloke. Russel could use a nosh again.” His head indicated the kitchen.
“Huh? A nosh? Is that some kind of drink?” She was perplexed.
Jim whispered. “It's a kiss, dear.”
“Oh.” She blushed. “You men.”
He nudged her. “Go on, before you miss the trap.”
She giggled. She was feeling good. Almost numb. She scurried over to the doorway and peeked into the kitchen. He was putting away glasses from a recent dishwasher run.
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She entered the kitchen. “Can I help?”
“Ah, no, that's okay.”
“Nonsense.”
“You don't know where anything goes.”
An uncle entered. “I'll need help pulling Lucia from under the table in a few minutes.”
Russel nodded, a huge grin on his face. “She always ends up under the coffee table passed out.”
She said, “Every year?”
The uncle grunted and nodded.
“Every year,” Russel said. “Always looking for her purse.”
She giggled. She saw an open cabinet and glasses. She grabbed a few from the dishwasher and helped.
The uncle poured a half glass of wine. He waved it at her. “You should try this. It'll put hair on your chest.”
“Yes, the other uncle told me that.”
He nodded as if business had been concluded to his satisfaction. “You look like a fine young woman.”
Russel scowled. “Uncle...”
“You look like you could use a couple really good rolls in the hay, eh?”
“Uncle.” Firmer.
Uncle didn't look at him. He winked at her. “Well, well, time to gather up and go I suppose.”
They finished putting the glasses away.
“Thanks for the help.”
She waved his thanks away. “It's not a bother. With Alicia not here I'm sure things are busier for you.”
He dropped his eyes and his shoulders slumped, ever so slightly.
She touched his shoulder. “Oh, I'm sorry. That was cruel.”
“Cruel? Huh? Nah.”
“No, it was. We're all having fun and I have to go and remind you of her.”
He imitated her wave. “Bah, no.”
She followed him out the door. Then she tugged on his arm.
He looked back and she pointed up at the mistletoe.
“Oh, well now,” he said.
She gave him a bright smile.
“There you go,” the British uncle said from across the room. “Give him a good one.”
They both laughed. She settled into his arms and tried to be serious for a kiss. Kissing was hard when you were grinning. Holding each other for a moment to calm their smiles, she could feel him pressed against her.
She remembered his fat penis and his hand stroking it while Jim fingered her. She instantly grew hot and moisture flooded her pussy. She blushed.
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