Kate Adams took a breath and dropped the towel wrapped around her body. She pushed her wet, shoulder-length brown hair from her face and stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror.
These examinations of herself had become a daily routine over the last twelve months – perhaps not twelve months, but certainly since her fortieth birthday.
She tilted her head, forcing her eyes to work their way down her body – her face was still pretty, but she couldn’t ignore the crow’s feet which were starting to form at the side of her eyes. Her breasts had remained a good D cup since the birth of her daughter eighteen years ago – but was there a little more sag? Of course there was, and they certainly bounced much more when she exercised. And her stomach – her workouts kept it fairly flat, but there were a few faint stretch marks and was it less toned than last week? Yesterday? She made a mental note to work out a little harder tomorrow. Maybe a few more crunches.
Her legs, whilst still quite firm had lost the thigh gap she’d had as a twenty-something, and as for her vagina – it was no longer waxed to within an inch of its life, now she just managed to keep it trimmed and ‘bikini safe’. After all, what was the point in ensuring curb appeal when no one was interested in booking a viewing? Her husband rarely showed any interest in sex – ever since the new office assistant started at his company. And when they did make love it was ‘car ferry sex’ – roll in, roll off.
Was he really having an affair? Or was it just a coincidence? Maybe he just wasn’t attracted to her anymore – or was he actually fucking that barely-legal, hard-bodied slut at his office?
She wasn’t really barely legal, but she certainly wasn’t a forty-year-old mother.
Skank. I bet he’s screwing her every day – over his desk. Is that all it is – sex?
She could give him that. If all he wanted was to get off she’d let him. It was the closeness that she missed.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had an orgasm. She didn’t bother to masturbate anymore. She didn’t feel like it during the day while she was at home, it just made her sad knowing that it was a release that her husband wasn’t giving her and there was no way she was sneaking into the bathroom while he was at home to get herself off.
Shaking her head she turned to the side and then her back to the mirror, looking over her shoulder. Was her butt lower? It was certainly lower than when she was in her twenties but was it lower than last month? Last week? And was that cellulite?
Kate reached around, pulling at her buttocks. No, not cellulite – not yet.
She rubbed her eyes before bending to pick up the towel.
‘I’m leaving now!’ The shout came from the bottom of the stairs.
‘Okay,’ she replied, pulling the towel around her.
‘I’ll be home late.’
Of course you will.
She was about to reply, say goodbye, call out ‘I love you’ but instead she opened her underwear drawer. Even that made her sad. She knew that in there somewhere were the thongs and sexy lingerie that she hadn’t worn in over a year, and was now buried at the bottom. So she reached in and pulled out a pair of everyday panties and a matching bra. There were some things she wouldn’t give up on and wearing matching underwear was one of them.
The text alert from Kate’s phone sounded just as she pulled on her denim cut-off shorts. She pulled her old college T-shirt over her head before picking up the phone. She liked the shirt because the stretched-out neck didn’t mess up her hair when she put it on and wasn’t too constrictive.
Did you book the AC engineer? It was so hot last night.
She’d forgotten all about the AC guy coming that morning. She smiled at the thought. It was the same local company they’d used for years and it was always the owner who came out to them, a sweet older man whose son had been at school with her daughter.
Yes, he’s coming this morning.
She put the phone in her back pocket, knowing that he wouldn’t reply.
***
Kate shut the dryer door and turned towards the stairs out of the utility room. Halfway up she heard the doorbell.
Opening the front door she stopped, confused. The person on the doorstep wore the work pants and the logo embossed t-shirt of the AC repair company, but he wasn’t the old man she was used to seeing. Instead, he was tall, lean, with wide shoulders and a bright smile.
‘Hi Mrs. Adams,’ he said, his face lighting up.
‘Oh, hi,’ Kate replied. ‘I was expecting someone else.’
The young man’s smile faded. ‘Oh, you didn’t book a visit?’
‘Yes. Yes, I did,’ she replied. ‘I meant I was expecting someone else. An older man.’
The young man nodded, his smile returning. ‘My dad.’
Kate paused, staring at him.
‘Mrs. Adams,’ he said. ‘It’s me, Jack. I went to school with your daughter, Becky. We all used to hang out here all the time.’
Kate nodded. ‘Yes, yes. Of course, you just look so different.’
Jack smiled. ‘You don’t, Mrs. Adams.’
‘Oh, aren’t you sweet?’ She dismissed his flattery with a wave of her hand. ‘Come on in.’
She stepped aside and the young engineer walked through the door. ‘I haven’t been here in forever,’ he said, looking around.
‘I was just about to put on a pot of coffee.’
‘That would be great,’ Jack replied. ‘I’ll just take a look at the AC system.’ He turned to the control pad on the wall and Kate walked toward the kitchen.
She had just finished pouring the water into the coffee maker when she heard Jack walk into the kitchen behind her.
‘Mrs. Adams, I think I’ll need to get to the unit in the roof space.’
‘You can call me Kate,’ she replied, turning to face him. ‘You’re not twelve anymore.’
Jack smiled. ‘I don’t know, it feels strange. You’re Mrs. Adams to me.’
Kate shrugged. ‘Mrs. Adams it is then. The entrance to the roof space is at the top of the stairs. The ladder is a bit wobbly so I should probably hold it.’
She walked past Jack, unable to ignore the scent of his musky cologne as she headed towards the stairs.
As she began to ascend the staircase she wished she’d let him go in front, conscious that he was eye level with her bottom, worried that he would be judging her unfavourably.
At the top of the stairs, she reached up for the cord attached to the roof hatch. Her fingertips knocked against the wooden ball just out of her reach. As Jack hit the top stair he reached over her shoulder, pulling at the cord.
‘I’ve got it,’ he said.
Feeling him behind her, Kate dropped down from her tiptoes, falling backwards into him. ‘Sorry,’ she said, regaining her balance, conscious of the hard body behind her, feeling her cheeks flush.
Jack didn’t respond, pulling the little trap door open before reaching for the rope attached to the ladder.
‘I’ll just be a minute,’ he said, starting to climb the ladder.
As he disappeared through the hatch Kate put one foot on the bottom rung. She could hear him moving around in the roof space when her phone vibrated in her back pocket. She pulled it out and looked at the text. It was Becky, her daughter, telling her she’d be home late after class.
Jack leaned over the edge of the hatch and looked down. Below him, Kate stood looking at her phone, oblivious to his presence and as he waited for her to finish typing her text he realised he could see down the stretched-out neck of her t-shirt, her ample cleavage clearly visible. He paused, staring at Kate’s round breasts, pushed together in her bra.
Finishing her text Kate looked up to see Jack’s young face looking down at her. At the sight of Kate looking up at him, Jack suddenly realised he’d been staring down her top.
‘Okay, I know what the problem is,’ he said, tearing his gaze from Kate’s breasts and up to her eyes.
Realising that her top was gaping open, giving her visitor and perfect view of her cleavage Kate reached up as if scratching her neck, not wanting to acknowledge that she’d seen where Jack was looking.
‘Is it a big job?’ she asked, a little flustered by the young man’s attention.
‘No,’ he replied, starting to descend the ladder. ‘But I do need a part which I’ll have to order.’
Kate held the wobbly ladder as he made his way down. ‘Okay. How long will it take to arrive?’
‘Oh if I order it now it’ll be here by the morning. But it means I’ll have to come back tomorrow. Is that okay?’
Kate smiled. ‘Of course, I’ll be here all day. Do you have time for that coffee now?’
‘Sure, that’ll be great,’ Jack said as he stepped off the ladder. ‘And I’ll order the part at the same time.’
Sitting at the kitchen island Jack pulled out his phone as Kate walked over to the coffee maker. He looked up at Kate’s bottom in her cut-off jeans just as she turned around holding two cups, he quickly looked back at his phone, but not before Kate saw his eyes drop. She paused for a moment. Had he been looking at her butt? Had she caught him looking down her top? He was a young guy, he probably looked at every female ass and every pair of boobs.
She walked over to the island and sat down. Opposite her Jack was looking at his phone.
‘Done,’ he said, putting his phone back in his pocket ‘The part will be at the store tomorrow morning. They open at eight-thirty so I should be here just after nine. Is that okay?’
‘That’s fine. So I thought you were going away to college,’ she said, blowing across the top of her coffee mug.
Jack looked down at the mug in front of him and shrugged. ‘I was going to, but my dad was struggling to keep the business going so I decided to work for him instead.’
Kate smiled sadly. ‘How do you feel about that?’
Jack shrugged again. ‘It’s okay I guess. I mean, it wasn’t my plan but sometimes things don’t work out how you thought.’
‘That’s a very mature way to think,’ Kate said. ‘Sorry, that came out wrong. I’m just surprised that someone so young would think that way, especially with the lure of college.’
Jack smiled sadly. ‘I just couldn’t see my parents struggle financially. Besides, if we can build up the business this year we might be able to hire another engineer and then I’ll go to college next year. How is Becky doing at school?’
‘She’s really enjoying it. I think she’s glad she decided not to move away. I think that would have been a bit much for her.’
Jack smiled. ‘Yeah, she was always a little cautious. I kinda miss the times we used to come round here.’
‘It was always – interesting,’ Kate replied, laughing. ‘Never a dull moment, but it was fun.’
‘Yeah, it was.’ Jack looked down at his mug. ‘I had the biggest crush on you.’ It was his turn for his cheeks to flush.
Kate’s eyes widened.
‘Sorry, I probably shared too much.’
She waved her hand. ‘Don’t be silly. I’m flattered to think a handsome young man had a crush on me.’
‘You look great Mrs. Adams,’ Jack said, his earlier confidence returning. He looked at his watch. ‘I’d better go. I have another job to get to and I’m going to try to move my job tomorrow morning to this afternoon so I can come here first thing.’ He stood up. ‘Thank you for the coffee.’
‘You’re welcome,’ Kate said, standing up from the island, following Jack’s broad shoulders to the front door.
He reached for the handle and pulled open the door but stopped. ‘Say, do you remember we used to call you Mrs. Becky’s Mom?’
Kate laughed. ‘That’s right, you did.’
‘I’ll see you first thing tomorrow, Mrs. Adams.’ And then he was gone, walking down the steps to his truck.
***
The next morning Kate slipped out of bed an hour earlier than usual having woken early and unable to get back to sleep. By 7 am she had exercised, showered and was in the middle of her usual self-scrutinisation in front of the mirror. Brad had already left, calling his usual goodbye from the front door telling her he’d be home late.
She looked at her reflection and then, stepping back into the bathroom, she picked up her razor.
***
The smell of coffee was just making its way through the ground floor of the house when the doorbell rang.
‘Good morning Jack,’ she said with a smile. Again she wore her ‘mom uniform’ of cut-off jeans and a faded T-shirt.
‘Morning Mrs. Adams.’ Jack stood on the porch holding a tool bag, a box with a picture of air conditioning equipment on it tucked under his arm.
‘Come in, the coffee’s ready.’ She walked towards the kitchen, her bare feet padding on the wooden floor.
‘Thanks. I’ll just take this stuff up to the roof space and get started,’ he replied, making his way up the stairs.
From the kitchen, Kate could hear the sound of the small hatch being pulled down and the ladder dropping into place, and the memory of looking up and seeing Jack’s face above her, his eyes down her top made her pause. She blinked away the image.
‘Jack, your coffee is ready,’ Kate called from the foot of the ladder. She could hear the sounds of movement and tools clanking lightly.
‘Thanks, Mrs. Adams, I’ll be right down. I’m almost done here.’
‘Already?’ she asked, surprised.
Jack’s face appeared above her. This time her t-shirt was tighter around her neck. ‘Yeah, it’s a pretty simple job. These parts go every five years or so, so this is pretty straightforward.’ He disappeared again. ‘Look out below,’ he said and his boot appeared at the top rung.
Kate stepped aside, still holding the coffee mug as Jack descended the ladder, his tool bag in one hand, the empty box and packaging in the other.
As he reached the floor he turned. Kate looked up at his handsome face and bright smile.
Was this really the young boy who had hung out at our house, laughing and eating snacks?
Suddenly she realised she was staring. She offered the coffee mug but Jack just smiled, looking down at his tools and the packaging.
‘Right, sorry,’ she said, a little flustered. ‘We’ll do it in the kitchen – the coffee, we’ll have it in the kitchen.’
‘I’ll just put this stuff in my truck and I’ll be right there.’
Standing against the kitchen counter, her back to the door Kate took a deep breath.
What the hell was that? I mean, he’s good-looking, but he’s eighteen. Why are you so flustered?
Behind her, the front door closed and Jack walked in and sat at the island where Kate had left his coffee. She reached for her own mug and went to sit at the stool perpendicular to his, but stopped, uncomfortable with the proximity, backing up to the counter.
‘So how would you like me to pay you?’ she asked, immediately regretting her choice of words. ‘I mean, would you like cash? A cheque?’
‘Cheque?’ Jack asked, grinning at her. ‘Do people still use those? I’ll make out an invoice tonight and email it to you and you can pay online.’
‘Right,’ Kate replied. ‘I guess I’m a little behind the times. I’m getting old.’
Jack’s smile faded. ‘You’re not old, Mrs. Adams.
‘You’re a very sweet young man,’ Kate replied, smiling.
He caught her gaze but she looked away. ‘So where is your next job?’ she asked, looking up again.
‘I don’t have anything else today.’
‘Well, that’s nice for you. Your weekend can start now.
Jack shrugged. ‘I guess, but I like to be busy. Plus we need the business.’
Kate looked over at him, the strong confident young man gone. ‘I’m sorry, I guess it must be a bit of a worry for you.’
He nodded.
‘You know, seeing you look sad like that just reminded me of the time you fell off our porch when you were a kid. Becky brought you in and I gave you a hug. Not sure a hug could fix the business though.’
‘Well, you never know,’ Jack said, looking up, his former confidence returning.
‘Hmm, I’m not sure it would be appropriate now.’
Probably not,’ he replied. ‘Well, I guess I should get going.’ But instead of standing, he looked over at Kate.
Seeing something in his young, sparkling eyes she held her place at the counter.
Pushing his stool back, Jack stood up. ‘It was nice seeing you again, Mrs. Adams. And if you have any other jobs I hope you’ll think of me.’
‘Of course I will, Jack. And I’ll pass your details on to my neighbours and friends.’
‘Thanks, I’d appreciate that.’ He looked over at her, smiled and went to turn to the door.
‘Jack, wait,’ she said, walking over to him. ‘It was nice seeing you again too.’ She put her arms around him, hugging him.
There was a moment’s pause and then he put his arms around her waist, returning her the embrace. She eased back, but he held on a little longer, his arms still around her waist, hers around his shoulders. Kate looked up at him, staring down at her.
‘Are you okay?’ she asked.
‘You’re just as pretty as I remember.’
‘Thank you, Jack. But I’m also married.’
‘I know, I just wanted to tell you.’
‘I’m very flattered, but I’m old enough to be your mother,’ she said, but she was aware that her arms were still around him.
‘But that doesn’t stop you from being sexy,’
She looked down. ‘Jack, I…I really think you should go,’ she said feeling very little conviction in her statement, removing her arms from his shoulders but only as far as his wiry biceps. Kate didn’t need to look up to know that he was leaning down towards her. ‘Jack, don’t.’
He stopped, but his arms remained around her waist, looking down at her. Slowly she lifted her face to look at him.
‘I’m very flattered but…’
‘But what?’
‘But I’m married.’
‘I’m sorry. I can’t help how I feel.’
‘I know, but it would be wrong,’ she said, her heart pounding in her chest, her neck flushing pink.
Jack remained silent, looking down at her, holding her gaze. He gently pushed away a stray hair that had fallen over her eye, his face moving to hers.
‘Jack,’ Kate whispered. ‘Don’t make me do something I’ll regret.’
‘I’m not going to make you do anything. If you tell me to stop, I’ll stop.’ He paused for a moment, but when she didn’t protest he leaned closer.
Kate felt her breath quicken, her blood rushing in her ears. Her legs felt weak and her stomach flipped. Jack’s lips touched hers, softly at first and her eyes closed, and she knew she was trembling as Jack’s hand moved up to the back of her neck and then into her hair as his tongue slipped between her lips.
Suddenly she was pulling away. ‘Jack, I can’t,’ she said, stepping back, her hand moving to her mouth as if she could wipe away the presence of his lips on hers, running her fingers through her hair.
‘I’m sorry, Mrs. Adams,’ Jack said, rubbing the back of his head. ‘I should go.’ He turned towards the kitchen door.
‘Jack, wait.’ She hadn’t meant to stop him, she didn’t know she was going to say anything at all, the words just burst from her.
The young man stopped and turned back to her, closing the distance again.
‘Jack, I…’ But before she could finish her sentence he reached out to her and pulled her close, pressing his lips to hers.
This time she returned his embrace, letting his tongue part her lips, finding it with hers. She moaned into his mouth as he pulled her tight with his hand on her lower back. She lifted up onto her toes to increase the pressure of their kiss. Jack’s hand returned to the back of her neck, the other sliding up under her t-shirt, the sensation of his hand against the bare skin of her back making her knees weaken again.
‘Jack,’ she whispered, pulling her lips from his. ‘What are we doing? What are you going to do?’
Jack’s mouth moved down to her neck and she tilted her head to the side despite her uncertainty. ‘I want to make love to you,’ he replied, his breath making goose bumps down her neck and shoulders.
‘Jack, kissing is one thing, but I can’t go that far.’ But despite her protests, Kate could feel her resolve weakening as the handsome young man continued to kiss her neck, moving up to behind her ear.
‘Don’t do that,’ she moaned softly. ‘It does things to me.’
‘You mean this?’ he asked, softly kissing and licking the tender flesh behind her ear, down her neck and back up.
‘This is bad,’ she whispered.
‘It doesn’t feel bad,’ Jack said, his mouth at her ear.
‘No, it doesn’t. But it still is.’
‘I want you, Mrs. Adams,’ he whispered again.
‘I know you do, but we can’t.’
‘Yes, we can. I want to make love to you.’
Kate sighed
‘I want to take off your clothes. I want to lay you down and see your face as I slide inside you.’
Kate’s fingers dug into his hard back as she listened.
‘I want to kiss your lips and suck on your breasts as we make love.’
‘Jack, stop,’ Kate whispered, but she found she was biting at his shoulder.
‘I want to hear how you sound while I’m inside you,’ he continued, his mouth moving back to hers. ‘Let me take you to bed.’
‘No, we can’t. I can’t make love to you in my bed.’
He pulled away from their kiss to look at her. ‘But you’ll make love to me?’
‘No, no that’s not what I meant.’ She looked down, but Jack’s fingers lifted her chin and he kissed her again. ‘Jack -,’
She felt his hands start to lift the hem of her t-shirt. ‘Jack, no.’ Kate pressed her elbows to her sides.
‘Why not?’ he said softly against her lips.
‘Because I’m not perfect,’ she replied, picturing herself in front of her mirror each morning.
‘You are to me,’ the young man said, lifting her shirt, feeling the resistance of her arms give way as she allowed him to raise them over her head exposing her stomach and then her breasts encased in her bra.
He dropped the t-shirt on the floor behind her as he leaned down to kiss her lips, her neck, her shoulders, to her bra strap before starting to follow the material down lower. Kate moaned, turmoil rushing through her, torn between not wanting him to stop and the guilt of the affair.
Jack’s mouth reached the cup of her bra but she moved her hands to the sides of his face, preventing him from moving lower despite her growing need for the sensations to continue. Jack’s tongue wetted the material as he tried to inch it down to her cotton and lace-covered breast. Kate trembled at the warmth and too late she realised that his fingers were at the button of her shorts, popping it open.
‘Jack, we can’t do this. We have to stop.’
‘Is that really what you want?’ he asked, his fingers lowering the zip.
‘It’s not about what I want, it’s wrong. We shouldn’t.’ She held his hands, stopping him from moving the zip down any further but his mouth slipped down until she could feel him over her nipple, his tongue tracing the bump under the tight material. Kate groaned, her grip on his hands relaxing and he lowered her zip the rest of the way before sliding his hands around to the back of the waistband and inside, over her panty-covered buttocks.
Her teeth found his shoulder again, her arms pulling him close as his teeth and tongue played over her covered nipple and his hands eased her shorts down, letting them fall to her feet.
‘Let me take you to bed,’ he said, his mouth between her breasts.
‘No, Jack.’
‘I don’t want to do it hear on the floor. I want it to be comfortable.’
‘I can’t, not in my bed.’ But his fingers were tracing beneath the seam of her panties, lower until they were pushing between the backs of her thighs. Kate knew she was wet and the thought both excited and embarrassed her.
Suddenly his hands moved and he was taking her’s, leading her from the kitchen towards the stairs. ‘
Jack, what are you doing?’ she said, but still allowing herself to be lead, aware that her breasts were bouncing with each step. He didn’t answer, leading her towards the stairs. She thought about protesting again, but instead, she let herself be led up the staircase.
They reached the top and Jack pushed open her bedroom door.
‘No, Jack,’ she said. ‘I can’t. Not in there.’
He stopped, turning to her, kissing her again, his hands cupping her breasts and she returned his kisses, relishing the sensation of his firm but gentle grip. She held the back of his head, pulling him tighter as she felt his hands move to her bra clasp. A moment later she felt it pop and release, the pressure on her large breasts gone. She tried to lock her arms to her sides whilst still holding his head but he easily slid the straps down over her shoulders, revealing her breasts, her flesh pink with excitement, her nipples hard and sensitive.
‘Your breasts are beautiful, Mrs. Adams.’ Jack lowered his mouth as he pushed her back against the wall below the roof space hatch. His lips covered her right nipple and Kate gasped, pulling his head tighter to her as his teeth grazed her sensitive bud, his tongue flicking at it. He moved to the other and Kate released his head enough to allow him, giving in to him a little more.
‘I want you, Mrs. Adams,’ he said, moving to kiss her again, his fingers gently twisting her nipples and when she didn’t protest he took her hand and pushed at the bedroom door again.
‘No, not in there,’ she said, stopping. She turned, pulling his hand, leading him across the hallway, pushing open the door opposite.
The guest room was smaller, tidy, but obviously hadn’t been used in a while, and the bed was unmade, just a bare mattress.
He turned to look at her. ‘Not on a mattress,’ he said, leading her back out the room next to it.
‘No, that’s Becky’s room. We can’t,’ Kate said, and then she was walking across the hallway, pushing open her bedroom door.
Jack followed her into her bedroom, she turned, aware that her breasts were bare and she was standing in front of the young man in just her panties. Anxiety ran through her as he looked down at her face and body and she almost bolted for the door. But then he was reaching out, taking her breasts in his hands, cupping and kneading them, his thumbs playing over her nipples. He bowed his head to kiss her and she let him, guilt and excitement mixing in her mind as she allowed her body to be pleasured.
Easing her backwards Jack moved her to the side of her bed as they kissed, his hands sliding down her sides to her panties, inside them, lowering them over her hips.
‘Wait,’ she gasped, pulling away from their kiss, and pressing her forehead against his chest. ‘I don’t know if we should.’
‘We should,’ Jack replied. ‘But I’ll stop if you want me to.’
Kate didn’t reply, her lack of response her acceptance and she felt Jack’s hands slide her panties the rest of the way down until they landed on her feet and at that moment she was glad she had shaved her vagina into a narrow landing strip.
If Jack noticed her obvious grooming he didn’t comment, and the thought that most of the girls he’d been with probably had neat or hair-free vaginas came into her head.
‘Lay down,’ he whispered, drawing her out of her thoughts.
For a moment she resisted, but knowing that she had likely passed the point of no return she sat on her bed and moved across to lay her head on the pillows. Jack stood in front of her, and it was then that it occurred to her that he was still fully clothed, and she wondered if this had been his plan all along, to strip her and then leave her there wanting, but relieved that she hadn’t made the ultimate betrayal of her marriage. But as he began to lift his t-shirt she knew that wasn’t the case, that there was no reprieve, that this was going to happen. She knew she could stop him. She was sure that if she told him to stop, that they had gone too far and that he should leave he would. But she knew she wasn’t going to do that, she was going to let this happen and that she would have to find a way to deal with it later.
Kate watched as Jack removed his shirt, his tanned skin beneath stretched over taught, wiry muscles that only came as a result of youth. His chest flexed as he began to unbutton his work pants, and as they fell to his ankles she could see for the first time the hardness beneath his shorts.
The skin on Jack’s stomach wrinkled as he bent to untie his work boots, kicking them off, his pants following. Kate looked from his eyes to his concealed erection and back to his eyes, and then he was lifting his shorts over his engorged penis, standing proud, pointing at the ceiling.
‘Oh my gosh,’ Kate gushed. ‘You have a huge hard-on.’
‘That’s because I’m with a beautiful, sexy, naked woman.’
Stepping forward he knelt on the bed, his eyes roaming over her face and body, and she wondered why he wanted a forty-year-old mother with myriad imperfections when he could have his choice of beautiful, nubile girls his age. As the thought entered her mind she self-consciously crossed her legs and folded her arms over her breasts.
Moving closer to her Jack shook his head slowly, his knee gently moving her legs apart as he pulled her arms from her chest, stroking her breasts. Kate looked down as he moved between her legs, his erection flexing with each movement. Jack leaned forwards taking her nipples in his mouth in turn and she moaned, closing her eyes. She still felt the turmoil inside her, and her mind raced as Jack positioned himself between her legs. Despite her uncertainty, Kate felt her legs spread wider as Jack lifted his face to look at her. They paused for a moment, and when no protest came from her he reached down, taking his erection in his hand, guiding it towards her already wet opening.
Kate froze, knowing that this was the final moment of faithfulness – the moment where she would let another man take her and she tried to convince herself that she wouldn’t be doing this if she didn’t think her husband was doing the same thing to his young employee at his office. She looked at Jack’s handsome face inches from hers and felt his hardness at her velvet entrance. Her heart pounded as she felt his touch and as she opened her mouth to speak Jack stopped, waiting for her to end the moment. And in that split second, she almost did.
‘Go slow,’ she whispered. ‘You’re very hard.’
Feeling the heat of her at his sensitive tip, Jack released his shaft, his hand moving to Kate’s cheek as he kissed her, slowly moving his hips forward. Kate flinched as she felt the pressure, the pain being quickly overtaken by pleasure as he slid into her. Her legs lifted off the bed, wrapping around him, her fingers digging into the muscles of his back. As Jack felt her open to him he began to thrust deeper, faster. Kate cried out as she felt him, his body pressed to hers. He kissed her mouth, their tongues dancing. He lifted himself onto his hands, giving himself more leverage to thrust into her and she let her head fall back into the soft pillow, sounds of pleasure escaping her mouth with each stroke into her.
Over and over Jack filled Kate with his hardness, sometimes using shallow thrusts and other times long deep strokes which caused her to moan and grip him with her legs. He kissed her lips and then bowed his head to take her nipples, sucking on them, increasing her pleasure until she felt her orgasm approaching. Kate’s cries became louder as the sensation built inside her and as she came she gripped him tighter feeling as though the months of no sexual fulfilment were bursting from her in one powerful climax.
Jack watched her face as she came, mesmerised by the way she lost herself to her orgasm and as her body started to relax he slowed his thrusts. Kate looked up at him. ‘Did you cum?’ she asked. Jack shook his head. ‘No, not yet.’
‘Why not?’ Her question was tinged with sadness, wondering if he hadn’t climaxed because he wasn’t turned on enough by her.
‘Because I don’t want this to end yet.’
Kate could still feel how hard he was inside her.
‘I want to take you from behind,’ Jack said, looking down at her. Kate looked up at him, uncertainty etched on her face.
‘I don’t know,’ she said softly.
‘Why?’
‘Because I’m really self-conscious about my body and I don’t know if I want you to see me like that.’
‘I think you have an amazing body, and I want to make love to you in as many ways as I can.’
Looking into his eyes, she could see the sincerity in him and she nodded. Jack slid out of her, allowing her to turn over on her bed. Uncertainty flooded back through her as she positioned herself in front of him and she closed her eyes as she felt Jack’s hands on her buttocks.
‘Don’t look at me,’ she said, turning her head slightly. But she knew that she had made a demand he would never agree to so she acquiesced, dropping her head to the pillow, trying to hide her face. She felt Jack slide back inside her, the new position allowing him to go even deeper, the intensity of his penetration making her call out even louder, her sounds muffled by the pillow.
Kate felt her breasts swing with each of Jack’s thrusts until his hands moved around to hold them, pinching her nipples. She cried out as he filled her over and over, his mouth finding the back of her neck, biting below her ear.
Faster and harder he pumped into her until the sensation was too much.
‘Jack, stop. You’re so hard and deep, it’s too intense,’ she said.
‘I’m sorry,’ he replied, slowing his thrusts, but unable to stop completely.
‘Don’t apologise,’ she said, turning her head again. ‘It felt amazing, but you’re just so deep.’ And then as an afterthought, she said. ‘But if you’re ready to cum you can keep going.’
‘No,’ he replied, ‘I’m not ready yet. And when I cum I want to see your face.’
Kate closed her eyes at his statement, and she felt him pull out of her.
‘Where are you going?‘
‘I want to be on top of you again. I want to suck on your breasts and I want to be looking at you when I cum.’
In a moment of courage, Kate spoke. ‘Lay on your back, let me ride you.’
Jack smiled, rolling over, laying back, watching as Kate straddled his waist. She looked down at him and this time she took his shaft in her hand and guided him into her as she lowered, feeling herself open around him
He watched as his length disappeared inside her. ‘I don’t want to hurt you.’
‘You won’t,’ she replied, bracing herself on his tight stomach as she began rocking her hips. Jack’s hands found her breasts, feeling their weight, teasing her nipples. Kate’s head fell back at his touch and she realised to her surprise that she could feel another orgasm approaching. Her movements became faster as her climax built, lifting off him and dropping back down as she ground against her daughter’s friend.
‘Mrs. Adams, I’m close,’ Jack said, looking up at her. ‘Can I cum inside you?
His question took her by surprise but she responded immediately through her moans. ‘Yes, yes you can cum inside me.’
‘Mrs. Adams, I’m going to cum.’
Kate nodded, her eyes examining his face as his orgasm approached. And then she felt his body tense and he thrust his hips upwards, as he flooded her, his face a picture of agony and ecstasy, his eyes never leaving her’s. As she felt Jack cum her own orgasm rushed through her and she called out, saying his name
Kate’s face dropped to his neck as she attempted to catch her breath. ‘That was amazing.’
Kate traced her fingers over his arms more slowly now, more tickling than sexual and they lay like that for several minutes.
‘Jack,’ Kate whispered. ‘You should probably go.’
She lifted her head to look at him
‘I’m sorry,’ she said. ‘But Brad or Becky could come home at any time.’ But even as she said it she knew that, especially for her husband, that wasn’t the case.
Jack nodded, but then he stopped. ‘Can we do this again?’
Kate closed her eyes. She could still feel him inside her, albeit not as hard as he had been a few minutes earlier. ‘I don’t know,’ she replied. ‘We shouldn’t have done it this time.’
‘Didn’t you like it?’ he asked.
‘Of course I did. It was amazing. I haven’t orgasmed like that in years. You’re an amazing lover, but I’m married and I have a daughter.’ Even as she said the words she couldn’t help thinking that once he’d left she would be wanting him again. But that was all it could ever be, sex, a release. And could she really do that? She didn’t know, but the thought of being back in this situation excited her more than she cared to admit.
Jack nodded. ‘I understand,’ he said, smiling sadly. She lifted herself off him, his now semi-hard shaft sliding out of her, slick with their combined wetness.
Kate reached up and held his face. ‘I’m not saying no, I’m just saying we’ll have to see.’
Jack had dressed quickly and tried to kiss her goodbye, but that seemed like just as much of a betrayal to her marriage as the sex, and so she hadn’t let him. But still, as she stood in the shower, her discarded clothing and the bedding that had been part of their lovemaking in the washing machine, she knew that she wanted Jack again. And why shouldn’t she? Brad wasn’t interested in her. Their once-a-month two-minute sexual encounters leaving her unsatisfied and sad were nothing to what she’d just felt. And even though she didn’t know how it would work, and that it would probably end with him either going off to college or finding a girl his own age she knew she wanted him again.
As she stood under the water, washing the smell of Jack, their sex, and his cum off her, she began to go through scenarios about how it could actually work.
Standing in the kitchen, a bowl of salad on the counter next to her Kate jumped as the front door opened. For a moment she thought it was Jack coming back, but she froze when Brad walked in.
What was he doing home early? Did he know what had happened? No, he couldn’t. How could he?
She watched as he walked toward her and in her moment of panic she hadn’t seen the flowers in his hand, or the bottle of wine tucked under his arm. She blinked as Brad smiled at her.
‘Honey, I need to talk to you,’ Brad said, handing her the flowers.
Kate remained silent, wondering if he was about to confess to the affair she thought he’d been having with his young employee.
‘I know I’ve been a little distant lately,’ Brad said. ‘Well, a lot distant, and that I’ve been working a lot and our love life has been – well, lacking, but there’s been a good reason. I haven’t been working late like I said. Well, I have, but not just at the office.’
Kate stared at him, not knowing where his conversation was heading.
Brad put the wine bottle on the counter and pulled his phone from his pocket. ‘I’ve been working on this,’ he said, showing her a photo of a house at a beach.
‘What is it?’ she asked, confused.
‘It’s our new house,’ Brad replied, smiling. ‘I wanted it to be a surprise for you. I’ve been overseeing the design and construction.’
Kate stared at him, her mouth open.
‘You always said you’d love to live at the beach, and I thought with Becky likely to move out in the next few years it was the right time for us to start the next phase of our lives together.’
Still, Kate said nothing, not able to form a sentence, the words he was saying mixing with visions of Jack’s face as he came inside her only an hour earlier.
‘I love you, Kate. I always have and I always will, and I just want to make you happy.’ Brad was smiling at her. ‘So what do you think? Can we move into our new house?’
Kate nodded, smiling. ‘Yes, yes of course. I love you too. I, I thought you’d gone off me, I thought …’
‘Gone off you? You’re the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world and you’ve given me a wonderful life. I’m sorry about the last year, but I’ve been so tired organising this as well as running the business and I was afraid that if I spent too long with you I’d give away the surprise.’
And then he was kissing her, holding her tight and she reciprocated. And as he pulled away, he spoke again.
‘Oh, and I’ve made reservations for us at your favourite restaurant so why don’t we jump in the shower together before we get ready.’
Kate nodded, smiling at him.
‘Say, what have you done to your neck?’ Brad asked.
‘What do you mean?’
‘There, on your neck, it looks like a burn or a rash.’
And as her husband opened the wine Kate turned to check her reflection in the glass cabinet, her fingers touching the small bite mark left by Jack’s teeth.
