you if I had dumped him,” she gave him a long, slow, passionate kiss, “and I have a strong feeling that you’re worth about a hundred times what he’s worth, certainly worth any pain he caused me.”
The romantic moment was interrupted by the intercom. “I don’t mean to intrude,” they heard Jerry’s amused voice over the speaker, “but I want to be sure before I go any further. Do you want me to take you to Suzanne’s home or to yours, James?”
“Would you come home with me, Suzanne?” James asked in a surprisingly shy voice.
“Yes, love. I’d love to go home with you,” Suzanne answered.
James kissed her gently, and then spoke to Jerry, “We’ll go to my place.”
“Good idea, sir. I’m glad you thought of it,” Jerry laughed.
“Thanks Jerry,” James said softly.
After a very short time, the limo pulled to a stop in front of James’ house. Jerry was wise enough not to get out and open the limo door. Instead, he waited while the couple rearranged their clothes and got out themselves.
Suzanne leaned in through the limo window and spoke to Jerry, “It was very nice meeting you, Jerry. Have a nice night.”
He gave her a kiss on the cheek and sighed dramatically. “Why does he get all the pretty girls?”
“I don’t know,” Suzanne whispered in Jerry’s ear, “but I’m going to be the last pretty girl he gets if I have anything so say about it.”
She looked James over lewdly before she turned back to Jerry and winked at him, “You’re certainly much better looking.” Behind her, James made an exaggerated choking sound. “Maybe it’s because you’re already married.”
“I’ll tell the missus you said that. After thirty-eight years, I think she takes me for granted.” Jerry gave Suzanne a big smile and started the car ready to drive away, after saying, “I’ll try to remind her of what a good catch I am tonight when I get home.” “I’ll bet she’s well aware of what a catch you are,” Suzanne told him. “She’s kept you for thirty-eight years.”
“What do you mean he’s better looking?” James teased, as the limo disappeared. He held his front door open for her. “If you weren’t already so sore, you’d pay for that remark.”
“I’ll start quaking in my boots.” She walked past him into the house, turned to face him and shot him a mischievous grin. “Later.”
“I still have one question, what did you whisper in Jerry’s ear?” James asked curiously.
“You’ll never know.” She smiled, with a grin so filled with secret pleasure that James forgot the question in his desire to get her into his bed.
James had a beautiful, comfortable house on a large lot at the edge of town. It was fairly new, custom built and very modern. When Suzanne got inside she looked around, studying her surroundings. He had a large living room that was clean and neat, with off-white walls and comfortable, leather furniture all covered in earth tones, with lots of throw pillows in shades of blue, rose and turquoise. Along one wall he had a large, impressive looking entertainment center. It was made of black lacquered wood and held a stereo, CD player, flat screen television and VCR. He had an extensive collection of CD’s and videotapes. The CD’s ranged from rock to jazz and even some classical.
She looked at the videos; they seemed to contain all the latest hit movies along with several children’s classics. After asking James’ permission, she opened a small cabinet that could be locked if necessary, which contained more videos. There were spanking videos and a few others that seemed much more adult.
“James, do the club members know you have these tapes?” she asked him innocently.
“The spanky ones?” James answered, puzzled, “I don’t really know. Why?”
“Not those ones, silly, all the kiddie cartoons.” She winked at him. “They seem a little out of character.”
“Not for a man with two nieces and three nephews living in town, they’re not,” he told her.
Another wall was filled with an extensive and varied collection of books. Suzanne walked over and looked at the covers. She saw everything from political commentary to a lurid crime novel, in both paperback and hardcover.
Off to one side, Suzanne could see into a gleaming, white modern kitchen. On the other side was a hallway. James walked up, stood behind Suzanne, and slid his arms around her waist.
“Can I get you something?” he whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “Some wine? Coffee? A late night snack?”
She turned to face him and said boldly, “Right now, a bed would come in real, real handy.”
James scooped her up in his arms, laughing and carried her into the bedroom. “Will this one do?” he said, dropping her unceremoniously on the king-size bed, ignoring her still tender bottom.
She laughed and reached up for him, “Only if you’re in it with me.”
He bent down to kiss her, then straightened up and began to remove his clothes. Taking his cue, she rolled off the bed and turned her back to him, allowing him to unzip her formal, and very wrinkled blue satin dress.
She stood before him in her lacy black bra and garter belt, her waist long hair falling over her left shoulder, like a silky black curtain covering her breast. Watching in silent approval as he undressed, she enjoyed her first look at his slim but athletic body, and his large cock. She thought it was strange, she had tasted that cock, and felt it inside her, and yet had never really seen it. It was long, thick, erect and beautiful.
He stepped behind her and unfastened her bra, gently cupping her large breasts from behind and teasing the nipples with his fingers. He unsnapped her garter belt without unfastening her hose, and peeled her stockings and garter belt off all in one piece. He backed her up against the bed, and together they pulled down the burgundy velvet comforter. Lifting her onto the bed, this time he followed her down. He moved over her, supporting his weight on his arms and began to kiss her, starting at her mouth and moving ever so slowly down to her neck. His kisses trailed down her body, slathering one breast then the other with his moist, warm tongue. She shivered with the pleasure he gave her.
His mouth continued its path down her body. He held her hands in his, preventing her from doing anything to him, and using only his mouth, he explored her luscious body. He stopped for a moment to explore her navel before his mouth went still lower. Slowly, ever so slowly, his mouth found the silky tangle of curls at the apex of her thighs. He released one of her hands and slid his arm under her leg, raising it up on his shoulders. He grasped that hand again and repeated the procedure with the other leg. Raising his head and smiling tenderly at her, he finally, slowly lowered his mouth to her tender succulent cunt. She was writhing with pleasure.
He played with her, sucking, licking, and even nipping at her tender flesh until she came with an orgasm that left her breathless. Releasing her hands, he climbed up her body until he reached her mouth, kissing her passionately.
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