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Michelle and Jason Myers
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"We're off, Mum!"
Michelle Myers looked up at the sound Cathy's voice. A smile played on
her lips as she watched her daughter grab her winter coat and skip out through
the front door. All the cliches were true. The years certainly flew. It didn't
seem like fifteen years had gone by since the day Cathy was born. Fifteen
years old - almost a woman. And if Cathy was almost a woman what did that make
her, Michelle Myers? Old! Burned out and old! The smile had turned sad,
wistful. Fifteen years old. Eyes brimming with tears Michelle looked back down
at the deposition in her hand. It seemed there was still time for a little
sentiment after all, even in the busy life of a brilliant lawyer. She allowed
herself another smile before her brows knitted in concentration once more.
Jason Myers grinned to himself when he heard the door slam shut. At
last he was alone with his wife. Their life had been in a rut for much too
long. For the last three or four years he had felt trapped, felt as though he
was growing apart from Michelle. They were both so involved with their careers
that it seemed they had so little time for each other. He needed to break out
of what had become mundane - the scourge of relationships everywhere. He had
briefly thought about having an affair but then he realized with some surprise
that he still loved his wife. Loved her far too much to risk losing her. Once
he came to that realization everything else began to fall into place. Now he
was going to breathe try and some life back into their marriage; he knew his
wife was still a passionate woman, he just had to re-ignite the fire in her by
doing something different, something a little shocking perhaps. Of course
there wasn't much that didn't shock the Myers. Lord we ARE a bunch of fuddy-
duddys, he thought to himself as he approached his wife.
"Honey, how about taking in a movie tonight?"
Michelle was about to give him her stock answer - can't stop dear! too
much work dear! - but she stopped herself. Time certainly had flown by, hadn't
it? When was the last time they'd been to a movie? What had they seen, for
that matter. That would be a nice change of matter, a movie. Yet she DID have
too much work dear. "I'd like that, Dear!" Michelle smiled again, this time
brightly. Damn the deposition! "Yes! I'd like that."
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Jason was being unusually secretive about the movie. He had insisted,
somewhat dramatically, that it would change their lives. What's more he was
being very attentive to her, something of a rare occurence with him. The
thought had barely crossed her mind when Michelle felt a pang of guilt. It
wasn't totally his fault! She hadn't been very attentive to him either; all
that damn work. With a sigh Michelle lay back against the passenger seat and
closed her eyes. She was glad to be away from her depositions, away from real
life for a while. She was going to enjoy herself tonight. Especially if Jason
keeps that up she thought as she felt his hand on her thigh, caressing.
She forced her eyes open and watched Jason's hand steal upwards, pushing
the hem of her grey skirt with it. She felt wicked but she didn't want it to
stop. She knew how conservative Jason was and she didn't want to spoil it.
After all she'd dreamed of moments like this, when she had time to dream. Such
a moment had arrived and she wasn't going to make a sound. So she bit her lip
as she felt his fingers caress the inside of her thigh and move up to the
crotch of her panties.
"Jeez, but you're wet down there!"
In spite of her promise to herself Michelle almost burst out laughing,
but then his hand slid under the elastic of her panties and the moment of
mirth passed hurriedly. It was replaced instead by passion. She moaned, her
promise forgotten, and pushed her hips up to meet his invading fingers. Except
they weren't invading, they were welcome! Her moans increased in frequency as
his fingers worked in her. But then she felt him pull away and her moans
turned into a groan of frustration.
"We're here!" Jason announced, trying, and not succeeding, to sound
nonchalant. Michelle couldn't believe her eyes. They'd arrived alright! But
this was the theatre he'd been so secretive about? A porno house? She felt let
down, cheated! Damn it! This was the sort of place she'd fought so hard to
shut down. Eyes blazing with anger she turned to Jason. And caught the look in
Jason's eyes. They were full of desire for her but more importantly they were
full of love. She hadn't seen that in a long, long time. Suddenly she
understood and she nodded. Why not? Watching people having sex might be just
what they needed, the elixir to restore them to each other. Maybe this would
provide the right spark to reignite the embers of their own sex life. She'd
had a taste of it already. You were never too old to learn.
Smiling and holding hands like teenagers Michelle and Jason Myers
enetered the cinema.
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Michelle looked around the cinema in embarrassment. The cock on the
screen made her thoughts run wild, she'd never seen another man naked. She
felt her belly turn hot and she began to squirm. Still she DID feel
embarrassed; embarassed for desiring the giant on-screen cock; embarassed for
being so turned on; embarassed for just being there. She looked around again
and noticed that the small cinema was almost empty; besides Jason and herself
in the back row there were only five other people, three men, one of them
sitting in the seat directly in front of her, and a very young looking couple
at the front.
Jason watched the action on the screen for awhile before turning to his
wife. He was breathing heavily; Michelle's desire hadn't gone un-noticed. He
felt his gamble was going to work. Suddenly he felt a surge of relief that
he'd resisted the temptation of an affair. He wanted Michelle badly. His pulse
was racing at the thought of his wife, naked. Oh Lord, he'd seen her naked a
thousand times but now it was beginning anew. He felt like he did when he had
first undressed her.
His cock was straining against his pants, screaming for release. He
reached out and put his arm around Michelle, pulling her close, softly
squeezing her left breast. Her body felt warm and soft, young, to his touch.
His breathing growing hoarse he continued to knead her breast gently while he
unzipped his pants and quietly slipped his cock out out of his boxers.
But Michelle heard the rasping sound of his zipper and turned to look
down at Jason's lap. And gasped! She gazed down with a mixture of desire and
disbelief at his cock bobbing gently in the dim light. She reached out,
passion getting the better of her, and ran her fingers along its length,
softly caressing the shaft and the bulbous head. His cock was slippery and her
fingers slid easily as she lovingly spread his juices over the head. She
looked up again, at the screen which depicted a young woman with a cock in her
pussy and another in her mouth. Michelle wanted to feel a cock in her own
pussy, in her own mouth. Wanted to feel the heat, the hardness. She glanced
around the cinema again, at the patrons who were presumably as excited as she
was. Certainly the young couple seemed to be enacting their own scenario. She
assumed that every other pair of eyes in the room was as intently glued to the
screen. She was wrong! The man in the seat ahead of her had turned around and
was watching her.
The stranger smiled and lowered his gaze to her hand. She lowered her
own eyes allowing herself to follow his gaze and was shocked to find her hand
still holding Jason's cock; in public; in full view of the stranger's eyes.
She looked up again, her face red, and watched as the stranger shifted his
eyes to her legs. Without quite knowing why she parted them.
Jason wasn't sure about this new turn of events. He found mimself
panicking. It was one thing to make love in risky situations but it was quite
another to have somebody watching. He didn't want to share this moment with a
stranger. And yet! He didn't want to break the mood either. He had finally
recaptured the excitement of his youth, that strange, deliciously scary
feeling. And he didn't want to let go. He'd come to repair his marriage. It
was worth that much. He also had to admit that the situation was somewhat
exciting. So he watched Michelle open her legs to the stranger's gaze.
Michelle almost screamed when the stranger touched her. But her body had
taken over. Years of frustration had built up within her and she didn't know
it; or didn't allow herself to know it. So it had lain there ticking like a
time-bomb. It chose that moment begged to explode! She felt the deep-seated
need to be relieved of that burden, so she let herself go. And somehow the
fact that her husband was by her side made it seem alright. She opened her
legs wider allowing the stranger to caress her thighs. He pushed her skirt up
until her white panties were revealed and hooked his thumbs into the waist
band. He looked at her, waiting for a sign of approval. She looked back into
his eyes desperately wanting him to do it, but there was another party to
consider, somebody she loved to much to hurt. So she glanced at her husband
instead, questioning him with her eyes.
Jason was aghast! Not by the events unfolding before his own eyes but by
the excitement he felt. He had almost ejaculated when the stranger had raised
Michelle's skirt. Now she was looking at him, waiting for his go ahead,
waiting to see if he'd be jealous. Somehow he knew that she'd stop if he
asked her to and knowing that he suddenly wanted her to have it, wanted to see
it happen. He nodded.
"Yes, Darling, yes!" he whispered!
Michelle threw her arms around him, her mouth seeking his. He grabbed
her, full of desire, his fingers tearing at the buttons of her shirt, his
tongue probing the depths of her mouth. He felt her fingers pumping his cock
and he ripped her shirt open. He buried his face in the exposed flesh, his
fingers questing for her bra, finding it, ripping it off her. Her breasts were
still magnificent, still firm, and he gobbled at them, sucking, licking,
biting. His eyes looked down at her panties and watched as the stranger
peeled them off, licking his lips hungrily. Gasping out loud the stranger
encircled her hips in his arms, squeezing the buttocks before diving over the
seat and in to her crotch.
She felt his mouth on her pussy, kissing the folds, lapping at her
juices. She arched her hips, jamming her crotch against his mouth. She felt
his tongue penetrate her hole, eagerly drinking her juices before lapping at
her folds, questing upwards for her little bud. She gasped as his tongue
flicked at it, driving her to the brink, her breaths coming in little sobs.
Then the licking stopped and she moaned in frustration, opening her eyes to
see the stranger stand up. She watched fascinated as he unzipped his pants.
She lunged forward eager to see another man's cock twitching, live. Without
even thinking about it Michelle slipped her fingers into his underwear and
encircled his erection and, with a soft moan, pulled it out. She stared. It
was an average sized cock but it was new to her. It was beautiful! She stroked
it and squeezed it before bobbing her head down to take his whole length into
her mouth.
Jason watched his wife with awe. The stranger's cock slid in and out of
her mouth, shining wetly, while she made slurping noises. Jason couldn't wait!
Michelle was bending over the seat in order to get at the man's cock, her
glorious arse presented to Jason's sight. His eyes revelled for a moment,
gleaming with lust as she wriggled beneath his gaze. Then he was on her, his
thighs pressed up against her, his cock sliding up and down between her
slippery folds.
Like a man possessed he thrust his hips, penetrating her. Her moans were
muffled by the cock in her mouth, the resulting sound only serving to drive
Jason wilder with lust. He pistoned his cock in and out of her, the motions
repeated at her face, the stranger's cock sliding easily between her lips. She
was on fire, her desires fuelled further by the thought of this strange cock
fucking her mouth. She needed to feel it inside her, to feel like she did that
very first time. She looked up, the cock plopping wetly out of her mouth.
"Jason, let him fuck me! Please! I need him to fuck me!" she whispered
urgently. Jason groaned, her words, forbidden words, taking him to the brink.
He wanted her to have her release, to release the tensions of the years for
them both. His 'yes' hissed from behind teeth clenched with effort. His orgasm
began to build. Faster and faster he went until the sound of her Oh! Oh! Oh!s
made him erupt, shooting his come deep inside her, filling her cunt with his
hot fluid. The stranger, mad with lust, vaulted the seats and pulled Jason off
her, replacing his cock in her dripping tunnel. She accepted him with equal
vigour. Hands on her hips he rammed into her once, twice. Her pussy clung
wetly to his shaft making little sucking noises as he fucked her.
"Mhh! Nhhhh! Nhhhhhhhhh!"
Michelle bit down on her knuckles to keep herself from screaming out
loud. The stranger's cock sent waves of ecstasy through her body until she
exploded, bathing the shaft with her juices. The stranger didn't last much
longer. His own orgasm approached rapidly. Jason watched as the stranger
stiffened, his mouth open in a silent roar. He watched as the stranger pumped
one last time and pulled out, a stream of white fluid arcing onto Michelle's
arse again and again.
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"We're off, Mum!"
Michelle Myers looked up from her work at the sound of Cathy's voice.
Smiling she watched her daughter waltz out the front door. When the door had
slammed shut she stood up and closed the file she'd been working on. Sixteen
years old she said to herself shaking her head in bemusement. Sixteen years
old she repeated as she went in search of her husband, a trail of clothes
forming behind her.