They didn't share the covers on the bed anymore. Sarah liked to cocoon and Jack liked to thrash. The compromise was separate covers. This fact wasn't something they shared with their friends. Not that separate covers was a reflection on their relationship, it just isn't PC to expose the inner workings of a marriage.
They both worked downtown. That's how they met, at the best coffee shop in the business district. Sarah went for her double mocha and Jack for his Chi Tea. Sara teased about his choice of refreshment. Said he had a tea fetish. He shot back; it was better than a caffeine addiction.
Monday morning went like any other. They got up and trudged to their respected jobs. They took separate cars. Jack put his cologne on after pulling into his parking space. Sara put in her favorite earrings at a stoplight. They both double-checked their appearance in the rear view mirror before walking into work.
Jack stopped at the front desk and waited for Jeannette to get off the phone. The caller was obviously making fuss as she handed over his messages and gave him a private smile. Jeannette was a temp and Jack was very aware why she couldn't hold down a job. She liked to flirt. Worse, she made noises about following through.
A couple of coworkers entered from behind Jack. He didn't want to draw attention, so he'd have to touch base with Jeannette later. He went back to his office and started his workday.
Sarah was also playing at subterfuge. She checked her email the moment she entered the office. A stream of coworkers flitted in and out of her office for their morning chat, forcing her to repeatedly minimize her mail program.
In many ways it was easier for Jack than Sara. The boys club was more than willing to hide Jack's indiscretions. The girl's clique was just as willing to make up rumors as pass along the truth about Sara. For that reason, Jack and Sarah were always conveniently sick during the holidays. They used any excuse to avoid those work parties.
Jack made it to the front desk five minutes before his date with Jeannette.
"Taking a long lunch." Jack said, playing it up for appearances. "Got an appointment at the DMV."
"'Kay." Jeannette said without looking up from her computer.
Jack left and drove to their motel of choice, right near the highway. He checked in and left the second key in an envelope at the front desk. He was in the shower when he heard the door open and close. Jack smiled and continued to soap up.
The shower door flew open. Jeannette took a long, pleased look at him.
"Now that's what I call a man."
He watched as she tore off her clothes. She wasn't a natural redhead. Her pubic hair was obviously bleached. He didn't mind. He wasn't looking for real with her. The fake parts made it more tawdry.
He went straight for her tits. They were small mounds with Jujube nipples. Over the last few weeks she told him all the ways she liked to be pleased. On Tuesday she said that some paperclips looked like her favorite sex toy, nipple clamps. So Jack pinched and twisted the little nubs.
She moaned, "Oh yeah."
He bit her neck, right where she pointed last Wednesday. She called it her sweet spot. His teeth showed no mercy, clamping down tight. She wriggled against him. Her body begged for more torture. On Monday she said some girls liked it when the boys pulled their hair. So Jack tangled his fingers near her scalp and clenched the strands in his fist.
Jack felt her go for his penis. She spread her legs and slid up close to him, ready for penetration. By the roots of her hair he pulled her away and said, "The condoms are next to the bed."
She pleaded with her eyes, begging him to take her, so he drug her from the bedroom and over to the bed. Jack tossed her down. When she reached for him, he held her down with a knee. She threw back her head in frustrated submission.
He pulled on the condom, taking his time.
"Fuck me." She told him.
Jack slowly took one of her arms, and then the other, and put them over her head. He opened the side table and pulled out a pair of manacles. Jeannette shook her head.
"No." She said, thrashing on the bed.
Jack immediately stepped back. She stopped thrashing and looked up at him.
Confused she whined, "What're you doing?"
Jack shrugged and put hands on his hips. "You said no. I stopped."
"I didn't mean it."
"Then lay back and do as your told."
Janette lay back on the bed and put her hands above her head. Jack clicked the manacles into place. He deliberately positioned her, pushing her knees up and spreading them apart. She whimpered and her pussy arched up as he slid between her thighs.
Jack had to stop himself from entering her. He bit her nipple and slid one finger inside her.
Jeannette groaned, aggravated. "Not that."
"Why not?"
"You know. I want your cock inside me."
"I know this?" He teased.
"Fingers are a sorry substitute."
He slid his fingers out. Then, deliberately, he slid three fingers insider her and let his pinky penetrate her anus. Jack flicked her clit with his thumb. His whole hand went to work finger fucking her.
Jack put his mouth right up next to her ear and licked all along the outside. He said clearly, "You want me to take you."
She was very wet and his hand made a sloppy sound as it thrust inside her.
"I'm the boss." He told her as he bit her earlobe. "All week, that's what you said. You want me to be the boss."
She moaned, "Yes."
He pulled his fingers out and with one swift movement thrust into her.
"I fuck you," Jack said as he thrust, "when I want to."
He pulled up her legs and held them on either side of his neck.
"Say it."
"You fuck me," she whimpered, "when you - ohh - want to."
"Your pussy. Your cunt." He groaned. "It's an empty vessel."
"Yes!" She cried out.
"For me - ahh - for me to fill."
"Fill me!" Janette cried. "Fucken' fill me."
With one final thrust, Jack finished. He rolled off, panting.
After a moment she looked over at him timidly, "I didn't finish."
"You weren't mean to."
Disappointed, Jeanette looked away.
"That's the deal." Jack said as he sat up. "No strings. Discrete. And no demands. Your words."
Jack unlocked the manacles. She kept her eyes on her wrists as she massaged them.
"You said you prefer not to come. That servicing me is part of your kink."
Jack grabbed his clothes from the bathroom and stood over her as he put them on.
"Did I hear you wrong?"
She shook her head but didn't meet his eyes.
"I have to get back." Jack said as he opened the door. "The room's paid for. You took a half day."
Jeannette looked up, her eyes begging him to stay.
"Finish yourself." Jack said and closed the door behind him.
In the car Jack wasn't so removed. He sat for a full minute, staring at nothing. There was sticky picture on the dashboard. Sarah liked to put reminders of herself all over the place. The picture was a perfect example. They took the picture on vacation, when they were both smiling. Jack pushed away his thoughts and turned the key in the ignition.
Sarah was also in her car. She was talking a half-day to meet up with one of her online friends. Jack knew about Lane. Sarah spent at least an hour a day chatting with her, so there was no way for him not to know. He also knew they were meeting up this afternoon.
Jack knew that Sara and Lane were meeting at the Berry Hill Hotel. The hotel restaurant made the best pie in town and Sarah wanted to treat Lane. Sarah went to the restaurant and picked up the pie's she ordered last week. Three pies in hand, she headed for front desk. There was an envelope waiting with a key.
This wasn't her first meet-up with Lane. They met in person, for the first time, six months ago and hit it right off. Sarah didn't waste any time getting to the room. She was even a little out of breath as she closed the door behind her. Lane was laying a picnic blanket on the bed. Sarah put the pies on the bedside table and kissed Lane on the forehead.
"How was traffic?" Sarah said as she took off her jacket.
Lane slid off her shoes. "Fine."
Sarah unzipped her skirt and wiggled out of it. Lane chuckled and pulled off her shirt. One piece at a time, they playfully removed their clothes. All the while leering and laughing. Once completely naked, Lane lay back on the bed and Sarah lay next to her.
They kissed slowly, touching tenderly. There was no rush as Sarah cupped Lane's breast and Lane kissed Sarah's neck. Sarah leaned over Lane and grabbed one of the pies off the bedside table. She put the pie box between them and opened the lid.
Sarah poked a hole in the top of the pie, with her index finger, to sample the gooey juices. She dipped again to give Lane a taste. Lane licked her lips where Sarah's fingers lingered. Sarah used two fingers to scoop up enough pie to swirl the juicy goodness on Lane's left nipple.
Lane closed her eyes as Sarah repeated the process on the right nipple. Unceremoniously, Sarah slid her hand into the pie and took a handful. She dropped the crumbled mess on Lane's pubic hair. She slid her pie-covered fingers between the wet lips of Lane's pussy.
Sara took Lanes nipple in her mouth. She sucked off the sweet juices. Lane moaned. Sara dipped her fingers in and around the opening of Lane's womanhood. She traced the many folds of Lane's pussy and made sure every crevice was sticky with pie.
Sarah moved down between Lane's thighs. She licked the top of Lane's pussy, well above the lips. She ate the pie out of Lane's pubic hair. Then Sarah parted Lane's pussy with her tongue. She slid straight down until her tongue was buried far as it could go. Lane grabbed at Sarah's hair. Lane pulled Sarah back up to her clit.
With little circles and teasing flicks, Sarah brought Lane closer to orgasm. She teased Lane mercilessly, prolonging release until the last possible moment. Finally she felt Lane come under her tongue. Lane cried out and her belly spasmed. After the first waves passed Lane pulled Sarah up. Lane took the pie that sat between them and dumped the rest of it on Sarah.
Sarah laughed and reached over to grab another pie. They wrestled over the other two pies and finally ended in a heap of sticky, kissing, and wet womanliness. Lane slid fingers into Sarah. Sarah reciprocated by sliding her fingers into Lane's ass. They finger fucked each other until Lane couldn't stand it any longer.
Lane went down on Sarah. She sucked and nibbled and licked furiously. Sarah didn't mind Lane's aggression. She was wound up. She was ready to reach that peak. And Lane's stumbling tongue was doing a fine job at getting her there.
Sarah twisted her own nipples. She pinched them as Lane bit her clit. Sarah cried out and her thighs clutched. She arched her neck. She thrust her pussy up against Lane's mouth. Lane used the juices from Sarah's pussy to coat a free finger and slid that finger into Sarah's ass.
She was so close. It was right there, just waiting at the edge of her consciousness. And then Sarah felt the first waves of pleasure rock her body. Lane licked until Sarah had to push her mouth away. She licked until Sarah wasn't sure her clit would repair.
Her clit did repair and they spent the next couple of hours repeating their performance. At four Sarah took a shower, to wash off the sex smell, and at four thirty Sarah kissed Lane goodbye.
At home Jack was taking his evening shower. Sarah and Jack went about their evening routine, as if the events of the day never occurred. Jack went to bed an hour before bedtime. He liked to lie in bed and read. Sarah put on the old t-shirt that she called her pajamas and climbed in to bed. Jack shut his book with a sigh.
"What a day." He turned to Sarah. "How'd your time with Lane go?"
"Great." Sarah said as she pulled the blanket over her.
Jack patted the spot where blanket covered her hand.
"Nothing special happen?"
"I made her come three times."
Jack didn't say anything. And then, with a smile, "Only three?"
"It was a slow day." Sarah pulled the cover up to her chin. "How 'bout you?"
"Mine didn't come at all."
Sarah's brow furrowed.
He defended himself, "That's what she said she wanted."
Sarah poked him and teased, "Meanie."
"I give 'em what they ask for. Not more, no less."
Sarah pulled the covers up over her nose. "What're you gonna give me?"
Jack tried to slide a hand under her covers and she playfully avoided him. Sarah tucked the blankets around her as he attacked. He finally pulled the blanket away and grabbed her arms.
Out of breath he said, "This is what I did to her."
He put her arms over her head and spread her legs with his knees. She cried out as he bit down on her neck, in the same spot he bit Janette.
She moaned, "Tell me."
"I'll tell you, all right." Jack said as he put his mouth up against her ear. "I'll tell you everything."
The End.
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