The $5000 A Night Husband

“Will you be a good husband and help me be a good friend?” former kickboxer Jack’s wife, Abbie, pleads as she asks him to spend a night of passionate intimacy with her recently divorced friend, the captivating Charly. Jack reluctantly agrees, reassured by Abbie that it isn’t infidelity because she is the one asking.

As the night unfolds in a whirlwind of desire, Abbie requests Jack to spend the weekend with another friend, the enchanting but lonely housewife, Gwen. When he refuses to become involved with another woman, Abbie threatens to end their marriage. With daunting college debts and medical expenses from a kickboxing injury, Jack feels compelled to comply, realizing that his efforts to please his wife have led him into a snare.

Soon, Jack finds himself under Abbie’s sway, and his marriage begins to crumble. At his lowest point, Gwen comes to his rescue just in time, revealing the positive impact he has had on the lives of the women he has connected with.

But why is Abbie resorting to blackmail? Why are people starting to recognise him on the streets? And who is this “Jigalo” that is the subject of public interest in the city?

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Jack and Charly

“Of course, he can. You can do whatever you like with him,” I heard my wife, of five years, Abbie, say on the phone in the other room. “Let me check the diary. Hmm, two weeks on Saturday, does that work for you? I know, how you feel,” and she gave a small laugh. “Trust me he will be well worth the wait, and you won’t be disappointed. Promise me you will let me know how he does. Don’t worry, nobody will ever know.”

Her conversation got me worried. I assumed “him” was me and my wife had signed me up for something. The “what” was what had me worried.

“Jack,” Abbie said as she joined me in the room and sat down next to me on the sofa, where I pretended to be absorbed in the fight on the TV. “Can you switch off the TV for a minute? There is something I need to talk to you about.”

“Huh?” I replied, reaching for the remote control but feeling my blood go cold. What am I going to have to do? Ladies do not assume that if a man is watching something on TV, he doesn’t know what is going on around him.

“Remember my friend, Charly?” she asked.

“Yeah, the one going through a divorce. Her ex ran off with an eighteen-year-old or something.”

“Nineteen,” she corrected me, happily splitting hairs. “Anyway, you are right, and her divorce has finally gone through, so she is now free to sleep with anyone she wants without worrying about the consequences.”

“Ok,” I said slowly, not seeing what this had to do with me.

“Well, she told me that she hasn’t had sex for over a year, can you believe that?” I squirmed in my seat. This was too much information, “and her toys just aren’t doing it for her anymore.” This was way too much information.

“Right,” I said trying not to sound grossed out.

“This where you come in.”

“What?” I nearly jumped out of my seat. “What has Abbie signed me up for?” I thought.

“I agreed to let her have sex with you as much as you both can for one night.”

It took me a few moments to properly comprehend what she had just said, “Er, what!?”

“I’ve given her permission to have sex with you to ease her frustration.”

“Why me? Can’t she go on those Facebook for sex sites or try and pick someone up in a bar or something?”

“She is a little shy and embarrassed and she doesn’t want to have sex with a stranger. Also, she admitted that she has always had a bit of a thing for you, and I’ve told her all about that python in your trousers,” she told me while putting her hand between my legs and slowly stroking me which made me hard straight away. If there was one thing about myself that I was proud of and that was my cock. It was big, eight inches long, and thick.

“But,” I objected desperately, “I don’t want to be-“

“Unfaithful?” Abbie interrupted. “Don’t worry, because I’m asking you to do it to help a friend, it isn’t being unfaithful. Will you be a good husband and help me be a good friend?” she asked sexily as she rubbed my now trapped and very stiff cock that was imprisoned in my trousers.

“Okay,” was all I could say, my mind was too focused on what Abbie was doing with her hand. The truth was if my wife was going to force me to have sex with one of her friends then Charly would have been at the top of my list or at least close to it. She was about my age, good-looking, had large breasts, and a curvaceous body. Sexy as hell.

“Aww, thank you you’re the best!” Abbie said excitedly. “Now, I think you deserve a reward,” she pushed me back onto the sofa and slid to the floor between my legs. She swiftly undid my trousers and pulled out my stiff cock. Keeping eye contact she gave the whole length a long and slow lick with the tip of her tongue, making me gasp pleasure and my cock twitch before she put the whole head into her mouth. I gave a loud moan as I felt her warm, wet mouth envelop my dick. If there was one thing Abbie excelled at and that was blow jobs and she knew what it did for me.

She licked and sucked, and I was in bliss. I watched her head bob up and down on it until she stopped to remove her jeans and panties.

“I wasn’t planning to do this but I’m now too horny,” she said breathlessly before mounting me. She guided my cock to the entrance of her pussy and lowered herself down my shaft. She gave a loud moan as she bottomed out. She was not wrong. Her pussy was sopping wet and felt hot. Once she had me inside her she began bouncing up and down, moaning loudly. I then took control. I grabbed her ass and lifted her before driving her back down. She gave a gargled moan and collapsed into me, burying her face into my neck.

I lifted her and impaled her on my cock over and over again. Her muffled moans became louder and louder until she kissed me hard and her body shook with an orgasm. That didn’t stop me, in fact, it drove me on, and I began to drive my hips up, so she met it as I drove her down with a lewd slap. Her body shook with orgasm after orgasm until I could feel my own orgasm build and I roared as I exploded hot cum into her. “Damn you Jack!” Abbie said irritably as we both tried to catch our breath. “Why do you have to be so good?”

Jack and Gwen

When I got in the car, Abbie threw her phone at me to show me a message from Charly. It said simply, “Jack is an unbelievable fuck! Thank you so much for sharing him with me! Send him my love.”

“Good job, Jack,” Abbie said, praising me. “Charly is a very happy woman. I’ll give her a call when we get home to get all the details.”

Abbie looked happy and relaxed. I felt miserable and guilty. I got far too into it and did things to Charly that I had never done to Abbie.

“How was your night?” I asked not being able to look her in the eye.

“It was lovely. I met up with an old friend for a chat.” Abbie took a hand away from the steering wheel and squeezed my knee, “Relax! I told you yesterday, it isn’t cheating because I asked you to do it.”

Her reassurance didn’t make me feel any better. When we arrived home, Abbie got straight on the phone to Charly. I went to the kitchen to get some food and a drink. All the sex with Charly made me famished and I hadn’t eaten breakfast. I could hear Abbie chatting with Charly and they were going into a lot of detail.

When she finished, she came to find me, “You dirty boy, you licked her ass?” she laughed. I just squirmed in my seat. Seeing how uncomfortable I looked, she kissed me on the cheek and said encouragingly, “I told you, don’t worry! I asked you to have sex with Charly. So, you shouldn’t feel guilty.”

A week later, Abbie sat down with me,

“Jack, you know how I asked you to have sex with Charly?” she asked. “I was wondering if you could do the same with another friend of mine?”

“What?” I said in disbelief. “Abbie, I can’t. I still feel guilty about having sex with Charly.”

“I told you it isn’t a problem for me, so it shouldn’t be for you either. How many wives ask their husbands to sleep with other beautiful women?”

“Even so, it isn’t normal. We’re married. We promised to be faithful to each other. Why are you asking me to have sex with another woman again?”

“Well, apparently, word got out about what you did for Charly and my other friends want similar treatment.”

“I didn’t tell anyone!” I protested.

“I know you didn’t, but I did and now I have another friend who wants to have sex with you.”

“I can’t, Abbie! Not again!”

“Well, you’re going to have to!” I was taken aback by the hard edge that suddenly came into her voice. “I have already said you would, and you will do it. She doesn’t want the same treatment as Charly. Just a cold hard fuck.  All you need to do is give her the orgasm her husband won’t.”

“She’s married! Abbie, no!” I was horrified.

“C’mon Jack, what are you a Mormon!? Just give her a fuck for the night while her husband is away on business. It’s no big deal.”

“It is for me! Fine, just this once! But it is the last time,” I said firmly.

“Thanks, Jack, and we’ll see,” Abbie smiled happily.

“Who is she?” I asked unhappily, totally missing Abbie’s last comment.

“Her name is Gwen, and she says that her husband doesn’t touch her anymore or at least not how she wants.”

“When am I supposed to do the deed?”

“Next Friday. Her husband is away on business so you will do it at her house and spend the night.”

“Why doesn’t this feel like a good idea,” I grumbled.

Friday came around. This time Abbie got me dressed up in a suit. She undid the top button and pulled the tie down slightly giving me an end-of-the-day businessman look.

“That is the idea,” she told me.

As we drove to Gwen’s house for 6 pm again, Abbie went through the scenario,

“There is a key to Gwen’s front door in the inside pocket of your jacket. When you arrive, you are to let yourself in and call for Gwen. She will welcome you home like she is your wife. You will tell her that she took long enough and demand your dinner. You are then going to hit her hard on the ass. She wants you to demean her and spank her.”

“What!”

“What can I say? She wants it rough, and you are going to give it to her however she wants. It’s not going to be a problem, is it?” Abbie sounded slightly menacing.

“I’ve never hit a woman before, I’m not sure I can,” I protested.

“You’re not hitting her, you’re spanking her,” Abbie reassured me. “If it makes you feel better, check out some spanking porn on my phone. It’s a bit kinky, but people do it all the time.”

I didn’t check the porn, instead I just sullenly looked out of the window.

“You’ll be fine, Jack,” Abbie said brightly.

“I feel like a prostitute,” I told her.

We pulled up outside an attractive suburban home with a well-manicured front garden.

“We’re here,” Abbie told me. “You’re not a prostitute because you’re not getting paid. Now go and rock Gwen’s world, just like you did with Charly,” she said giving me the briefcase that was on the back seat.

“What’s in the briefcase?” I asked curiously through my sullenness.

“Nothing, it is just a prop to make you look more authentic.”

I took the briefcase, walked to the front door and took the key out of my pocket. Abbie had sped off before I even reached the door. I took a deep breath and opened the front door and walked inside.

“GWEN!” I roared as I carefully closed the front door behind me.

“Jack!” Gwen exclaimed as she came tottering down the hall. Her heels made a tapping noise on the wooden floor. I was confronted by a slim, attractive, neat older woman in an apron who looked in her late forties. There were the tale-tell signs of wrinkles around her eyes which the tasteful make-up failed to hide. Grey streaks lined her light brown hair which was done up in a long ponytail which seemed at odds with her look. She looked like a typical suburban housewife whose kids had flown the nest. ‘What is Abbie getting me to do?’  I thought. I was going to have rough sex with a woman about twenty years older than me.

“It took you long enough!” I told her, harshly, “Where were you?”

“I’m sorry, Jack. I was cooking dinner,” she replied biting her bottom lip worriedly. “I’ve laid out a change of clothes for you on the bed. Why don’t you shower and change while I finish dinner.”

“Make sure it is ready and it’s better than last night’s dinner,” I told her angrily.

When she turned around, I hit her hard on her ass making her stumble slightly. She put a hand on the wall to support herself. I started to panic, thinking I hit her too hard. I then noticed she was pressing her thighs together and she seemed to shake momentarily, a quiet moan left her lips. Did she just orgasm from me hitting her ass?

Gwen straightened herself up and said in a lusty and quivering voice, “Yes dear.”

I went upstairs and found a towel and a change of clothes with a familiar-looking washbag. Abbie had, clearly, visited earlier. I sat on the bed and thought “What am I doing?” I was way out of my comfort zone.

I showered and dressed and headed back downstairs.

“Gwen?” I called.

“I’m in here, Jack,” she replied from the dining room.

When I entered, my mouth nearly dropped open at the dinner on the table. Gwen had made a big effort with dinner. It looked amazing, but I could not compliment her like I wanted to, or it would have ruined the whole role-play.

“Adequate,” I said dismissively as I sat down.

We ate in silence. I could feel a sexual anticipation emanating from Gwen. The food was delicious, but I tried to pretend it was average. When we had eaten, Gwen cleared the dishes away, then she poured me a glass of whiskey. When she gave it to me, she went onto her knees and crawled under the table. I never liked whiskey. However, for the sake of our role-play, I pretended to enjoy it. I felt her undo my trousers and pull my cock out. I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning. Abbie was good, Charly was fantastic, but Gwen’s blow job was mind-blowing. She had this trick of swallowing my cock quickly before slowly rising, dragging her tongue up the shaft, and giving the head a quick sharp lick. She would vary the depth and use her hands to caress my balls or make a cork-screw motion on my cock. She tried to take all of me into her mouth, but I was too big for her, and she gagged before getting three-quarters down. I was in too much of a daze to care. After what felt like half an hour of incredible licking and sucking, Gwen asked demurely,

“Will you cum in my mouth?” I nearly shot my load there and then and it took a lot of willpower not to.

“No, that is a reward, and I am not happy with you,” I stood up and put my dick away and did up my trousers. A look of disappointment swept over Gwen’s face. “Come to the lounge, I am going to have to spank you.”

Gwen tried to give a worried look but the speed she crawled out from under the table and headed to the lounge showed how excited she was. “This woman is seriously kinky,” I thought.

I purposely walked to the lounge and sat down on the sofa.

“Hitch up your dress and lie across my lap,” I told her firmly.

Gwen was breathing heavily with excitement as she obeyed. My eyes almost bulged out of my head when I saw the almost scandalous, straight-out-of-porn black and gold thong she was wearing. I positioned her across my lap, so her ass was pushing upwards, and I gave it a stroke. It felt soft yet firm. Gwen liked to work out. I then pulled my hand back and then spanked it. Gwen gave a high-pitched gasp before making a muffled appreciative noise. I stroked her ass again before I spanked it once more and she once again Gwen gave a high pitch gasp before making another muffled appreciative noise. I then sped up my stroking and spanking. Her gasps started to turn into sexy moans, which made me hard. I spanked her once more and she moaned loudly, and her body shook with an orgasm. I spanked a few more times and her orgasms became louder. I then realized that my spanking was making her pussy push into my erection, and she was having an orgasm just from the hard contact with her pussy.

Her ass was getting a little too red, so I stroked it gently to calm it down. Her ass felt so good to touch and I realized that I was getting a little too into it again, but it was now far too late to back off.

“Were you enjoying that, you dirty woman?” I asked as angrily as I could. Gwen just mewed into the sofa “You are supposed to be being punished. There is no helping it then,” I said with exasperation, and I pulled her thong to the side and pushed a finger into her very wet and, the way it gripped my finger, needy pussy.

Gwen began to moan loudly. Her ass began to move up and down in time with my finger thrusts. I had to use my other hand to stop her from falling on the floor because she was bucking so much. I could see her gripping onto the sofa for dear life. Her eyes were wide open, but she wasn’t seeing anything. Every so often she would have an orgasm.

“Do you want my finger in your ass?”

“Yes dear,” she replied in a ragged voice. I spread her cheeks and inserted my finger which was well lubricated with her cum into her ass. She mewed as I inserted it, but she was so tight I could only get it up to the first knuckle. I could see it wasn’t working and it was having no effect on her, so I pulled it out and said,

“I think we should get into the hot tub. I want you to wear your skimpiest bikini,” I told her trying to sound as domineering as possible but not sure I was succeeding. I had seen the hot tub through the lounge window when I came down for dinner and I thought it would be a good way to calm things down before we properly had sex.

“But Jack dear, what if people see me?” she protested, her body quivering with excitement. “You, obviously, want people to see you.”

On a hunch, I looked into my overnight bag Abbie had taken over. Sure enough, there was a swimsuit in there. Abbie probably had the same idea, but I went red when I saw that they were a tiny pair of speedos. Gwen stepped out of the bathroom, and she took my breath away. She was wearing a tiny thong bikini, but it was what was inside it that impressed me. She had the body someone half her age would have been proud of. Where Charly was curvaceous, Gwen had a firm and trim body. Her breasts were slightly large for her figure, probably due to age and childbirth, and her hips were a good width, but her well-rounded ass was phenomenal. The bikini thong showed it off beautifully. I now saw how much of a beautiful and sexy woman she was, and I was sure she had no idea. My cock stuffed into my speedos quivered, desperate to become hard but the restrictive space prevented it.

Gwen bit her bottom lip as she lustily admired my own body. Perhaps tonight won’t be so bad.

“Ladies first,” I said flatly, and I gave her ass another hard spank. Gwen put a hand on the door frame to support herself and moaned as she orgasmed once more.

The evening was warmer than expected which was good considering the skimpy nature of our bathing suits. We took a bottle of wine with us. It was Friday night and we probably both needed the drink anyway.

We entered the water and I decided to make my move. I sat down next to her and put my arm around her. She seemed to move closer, our hips touched, and her hand rested on my thigh. The sexual anticipation turned into sexual tension, and I leaned in for a kiss. She responded and we kissed gently at first. Our mouths slowly opened, and our tongues began to curl around each other as we made out.

My cock hardened as soon as our tongues touched. Gwen sensed this and moved her hand from my thigh to my cock. She played with my speedos until she finally released it so she could gently stroke it, her fingers feeling every ridge and vein. My free hand caressed her hip before moving to one of her breasts, massaging it outside of her bikini top first before slipping inside. Gwen moaned into my mouth when I pinched her nipple. I pulled her closer as we both began to lose control.

I broke off the kiss and began nibbling at her neck before I freed a breast from her bikini and I began to suck the nipple,

“Oh god, Jack!” Gwen moaned.

I wasn’t finished. Despite the age difference, Gwen had completely turned me on. I wanted to taste her badly. I lifted her so she sat on the edge of the hot tub with her legs spread open and with a finger moved aside her bikini bottom so I could feast upon her pussy. I alternated between sucking her pussy lips and tongue fucking her while maintaining eye contact. The thin strip of pubic hair gave easy access to her lips. The tangy taste of her juices was delicious. Gwen gently held my head in place and had a look of almost orgasmic disbelief on her face. I kept this up for a while before I decided to move things along and switched my focus to her clitoris. This made her give loud guttural moans. Her hips began to move before she orgasmed long and hard, covering my face with her delicious cum. While she recovered, I hungrily licked her pussy, eager to drink as much of her cum as possible.

Gwen gently lifted my head. She must have seen my disappointment because she gave me a sympathetic look, but she had another idea on her mind, and she re-entered the water and mounted me.

Both of my hands took hold of her delectable ass and squeezed it making her moan into my lips as we kissed. She forced her tongue into my mouth and our kiss became passionate. Our mouths locked together as our tongues danced. Gwen broke off the kiss and took hold of my cock, her face full of lust and desire. She rose onto her knees and began to position herself. When I realized what she wanted to do, I said in a domineering tone,

“No, in the bedroom.”

Gwen nodded in her obedience and got out of the water. We left our bathing suits by the door and dried ourselves off before returning to the bedroom naked hand in hand.

We climbed onto the bed, and we returned to our passionate kissing as we kneeled on the bed. Gwen had let herself go. She began to kiss as much of my body as she could while I fingered her. She never once let her hand stray from my cock. I managed to give her another orgasm before I turned her around. I positioned my cock at her entrance before I penetrated her effortlessly from behind making her give a loud high pitched, quivering scream of pleasure.

Normally, I would start slowly but I needed to give myself to this goddess, as I now saw her, and began thrusting hard into her straight away. Gwen moaned and grunted as I moved in and out while holding onto her hips. She felt a little tight, but it felt so good to be inside her. I then realized the purpose of her ponytail and I grabbed hold of it pulling her hair as I roughly fucked her.

Her pussy soon began to tighten around my dick until she orgasmed and collapsed onto her elbows making me let go of her ponytail. She looked behind her and we looked at each other as we fucked. Gwen had two more orgasms before I said in a ragged voice as drops of sweat rolled down my face from the exertion,

“I’m going to cum, Gwen, I’m going to-, GWEN!” I shouted, shooting my load inside her before she could give me permission to do so. I shook from the intense orgasm, and I felt Gwen push back into me as my orgasm gave her one more.

We didn’t move until my cock softened, we just panted silently recovering from what we had just done together. As my cock fell out of Gwen’s grateful pussy, she turned around and held my head in my hands and began to kiss me hard on the lips,

“Thank you, Jack! Thank you, Jack!” she said repeatedly between kisses. She then wrapped her mouth around my cock to clean it before she headed into the bathroom to clean my cum from her pussy. I climbed under the bedsheets and waited for Gwen.

When she returned, she climbed back into bed with me, and we kissed and hugged lovingly like a married couple.

“Thank you, Jack. You made me feel like a woman again,” she said smiling, her eyes glowing brightly. “I know how much older I am than you so it can’t have been easy.”

“Gwen, believe me, you are a goddess. You cannot know how beautiful you are,” I was desperate to make her realize that how she saw herself was not how the world saw her or at least how I saw her.

She kissed and hugged me in gratitude, “You are very sweet Jack, but someone almost half my age cannot believe that.”

It was my turn to kiss her and made sure it was full of love and passion which surprised her.

“Gwen, I mean it. You are a beautiful woman. You have fantastic legs which you should show off, an incredible figure which any woman would be proud of, and your ass, your ass is irresistible,” and I squeezed it to emphasize my point.

A look of astonishment crossed Gwen’s face before she gave me a passionate kiss when she realized that I meant what I said but for some reason being seen like that troubled her.

“What I don’t understand is why all the rough sex,” I continued.

Gwen pursed her lips and looked embarrassed, “I just needed to be domineered by a man for some reason. I wanted a man to control me and make me feel like I was his property, and you did that perfectly, thank you. I don’t know how many times you made me orgasm. You must think I’m strange.”

“It wasn’t easy,” I admitted. “I’m not comfortable treating women that way but you are too incredible to be thought of as strange.”

“I noticed,” she told me stroking my face, “but from the first time you spanked me I knew you would do your best for me, and you didn’t disappoint. I think you are a good man, Jack, and I do believe you about my ass because you haven’t stopped touching it,” and she gave a little laugh. I went red with embarrassment because I hadn’t realized what I was doing. She kept my hand in place when I tried to move it, “Don’t stop, it feels good to feel attractive again.”

“You like to be spanked, don’t you?” I laughed which earned me a playful slap.

“Don’t tell anyone! I’ve never been spanked before, and it was as much a surprise to me that I enjoyed it as you. I was supposed to be getting punished.” Gwen said as she admitted to her surprising sexual awakening.

“Your husband never spanks you? Why not?” I was perplexed.

“I could never ask him to do that!”

“Why not? You are a beautiful and sexy woman who deserves to be pleasured how she wants.”

Gwen gave a sad sigh before confessing, “My marriage is in a rut. I think it has been for years. Will, my husband, has barely touched me for a long time. He spends a lot of time away from home and with my boys grown up and left home I’ve become lonely. I supposed I wanted you to punish me because I felt so lonely and unattractive.”

“You’re not unattractive, you’re beautiful,” I insisted, “and if your marriage is in a rut you need to save it. Don’t give up on it so easily. Find a job. You are an amazing cook, Gwen, maybe you could set up a business giving cooking classes. It will get you out of the house to meet new people and when your husband gets home you need to make him spank you.”

Gwen went bright red, “How would I ever get him to do that!”

“With a blow job,” I said confidently. “If you give him one of your blow jobs he will do anything for you.”

“Are they good?” she asked demurely with a little self-doubt while she circled my nipple.

“They are not good, they are mind-blowing. It took all of my willpower not to cum when you gave me one after dinner.”

She held my face and kissed my cheek with gratitude for my compliment before she reached down and started stroking my cock which stiffened instantly on her touch,

“Will you make love to me?” she asked hopefully.

I smiled before I began to kiss her, and she returned it in kind making me move on top of her. Her legs parted instinctively but she was going to have to wait. She asked me to make love to her and that was what I was going to do.

We made out for a long time, while I caressed her body. Her hands stroked and squeezed my back. I moved down her body and gave attention to her breasts. but she sensed my final destination, and she gently pushed my shoulders so I would continue downwards, I was more than happy to oblige but because she was trying to take charge, I decided to tease her to regain the initiative.

I gently kissed her upper thigh, moving upwards towards her pussy before moving back down her legs. Licked her where her groin met her legs, savoring the sweet aroma coming from her pussy. I gave her little kisses above her clitoris. Her hips lifted as they tried to find what her pussy wanted.

“Please Jack!” Gwen moaned in a desperate voice. “I need it!”

I smiled, I had tortured her enough and I plunged my tongue into her pussy. I moaned as I tasted the sweet nectar that was her cum. I licked it like my life depended on it. I couldn’t get enough. I sucked her lips to make her give me more before I returned to licking her. Gwen’s hips now began to buck like she was begging me to make her orgasm, so I began to lick and nibble her clitoris and she orgasmed with a loud moan a few seconds later. I carried on with my assault making her cum two more times. I then licked her pussy clean enjoying every lick.

When I finally came up for air, she smiled at me in her post-orgasmic bliss and simply whispered,

“Thank you.”

I then began to position myself and she reached down and guided me inside her in our missionary position. Gwen gasped with pleasure as I entered her and this time, I began to make slow deliberate strokes. Gwen raised her legs and wrapped them around me, resting on my hips so I could penetrate her deeper.

We both began moaning, our eyes watching each other during our lovemaking. I was so relieved that she no longer wanted rough sex anymore. This was how I enjoyed doing it. It felt so good to be inside her in this way.

Gwen’s moans soon became ragged, and her hip bucked slowly until an orgasm shook her. She then gave me the words I needed to hear,

“Cum inside me Jack.”

I quickened my pace making Gwen orgasm once until I buried my face into Gwen’s neck and grunted as I came.

When I lifted my head, I saw Gwen smiling lovingly at me, but I could feel her legs still holding me in place,

“Stay inside me a little while longer. I love the feeling of you inside me.”

When Gwen went to the bathroom to wash herself again, I followed her, and we showered together like the lovers we were. Washing each other was very erotic for both of us. We then made out, her hands exploring my body and mine squeezing and caressing her ass.

Tiredness made us return to bed where we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The following morning, I woke to find Gwen wide awake resting on my shoulder stroking my chest and playing with my nipples. When she felt me stirring, she lifted herself and kissed me, stroking my cheek as she did so. She glowed in the morning sunlight coming through the window. She never looked more beautiful.

“Good morning,” she said happily. There was no awkwardness, only happiness on her face.

“Good morning,” I replied. I pulled her face down to mine so we could have a morning make-out session. Gwen then broke off our kiss and began to kiss down my body. Kissing my neck, and chest, licking my nipples, kissing my stomach until she reached my cock which had become stiff from our making out.

Gwen began to lick up and down the shaft, giving soft kisses in places, and stroking my balls as she did so. I gave a loud sigh in contentment. After one long lick from base to head, she took me into her mouth. I gasped in pleasure from the warm wetness her mouth gave me. As I watched her head bob up and down, doing that trick with her talented tongue, I moaned and moaned, finally able to express the pleasure I couldn’t show the evening before. I then felt my orgasm come on. So did Gwen because she had sped up her efforts. I then exploded into her mouth, and she locked her lips around my dick. When I had finished, she swallowed my cum before licking me clean. She then came back up and we kissed passionately. I could taste the saltiness of my cum on her tongue but I didn’t mind.

“That was for last night,” Gwen said before I could say a word. My mind was still hazy after cumming.

“What did I do?” I asked confused.

“You made me feel special. I haven’t felt like that for a long time.” My stomach then grumbled, “Let’s get up and have breakfast,” she said with a laugh. “My man has been working hard.” The “my man” part was, obviously, a slip of the tongue because her face went bright red as soon as she said it. I decided to ignore it for her sake, but I liked hearing it.

We took our time over breakfast. We just enjoyed each other’s company, kissing and hugging. Gwen’s phone then pinged.

“Abbie has asked if you can stay the rest of the day. Are you okay with that?”

I checked my cell phone; I hadn’t received any message from her.

“If it is okay with you then I am happy,” I replied. Gwen smiled happily and began to message Abbie back. I was annoyed because Abbie didn’t ask me and worried. After all, why did she want me out of the house all day? It seemed strange.

We showered separately. When I stepped out of the bathroom, I saw her agonizing over whether to wear a short skirt.

“Wear it,” I told her. “It is beautiful, just like you, and it will show off your sexy legs.”

That persuaded her and I gave her a deep kiss when I saw her in it. She paired it with a tight top which gave justice to her breasts. She looked like a different woman from whom I met the day before. Happier and more confident.

We couldn’t go out because Gwen didn’t want her neighbors to see her with a man who wasn’t her husband which I understood completely. After all, although we made love, I still was no more than a booty call. Instead, we watched a film together for the rest of the morning. She snuggled into me, and my hand never stopped massaging her ass. After the film, we had lunch together. She made the main course, and I made the dessert.

We then watched a romantic film in the afternoon.

“I love this song,” Gwen said dreamily in my arms as the end credits ran.

“Would you like to dance to it?” I asked.

She smiled and nodded. We stood up and we slowly danced to the love song. Gwen turned around so we danced facing the same way. Gwen leaned back onto my chest and turned her head. I felt her hot heavy breath on my neck, and she reached behind her with one hand to hold my neck. I felt myself go hard and she pushed her ass back into it. Eventually, she turned back to face me, and we kissed.

She kissed me slowly and passionately. Gwen then could not stop herself any longer and she released my cock from my trousers and began to stoke it tenderly as we kissed. She broke off the kiss and reached up under her skirt to remove her panties. She took my hand to take me to the sofa, but I pulled her back. I gave her a deep kiss before I lifted the back of her skirt, squeezed her ass, and lifted her. Gwen wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck as I slowly lowered her down so could enter her. She moaned quietly and with my grip on her ass, I began to move her up and down.

Gwen tried to kiss me as best as she could, but the movement made it impossible, so she just held on to me and allowed me to move in and out of her. She made whimpering noises until she went quiet as she orgasmed, her body shaking. She had two more before I came myself.

Making love standing up like we did, made us move around the house and we finished in the dining room. I gently lowered Gwen onto the table, as she tried to keep my now soft cock inside her.

Gwen then suddenly buried her face into my shoulder and began to sob uncontrollably when she felt me leave her,

“Oh, Jack! What have you done to me?” I just held her, stroking and kissing her hair. “Stay Jack!” she said looking at me with desperate pleading eyes. “Keep making me feel the way you do!”

This was getting too emotionally intense. Part of me wanted to. I loved being with Gwen, but she was a married woman who needed to repair her marriage and get what she needed from her husband. I needed to get back to Abbie. This was a fantasy. A beautiful one but a fantasy nonetheless and we needed to get back to reality before we lost ourselves.

“I’m sorry Gwen, I can’t. I want to but it wouldn’t be good for either of us.”

The crushed look on Gwen’s face broke my heart. I had given this beautiful older woman a taste of what she needed, and she wanted me to keep giving it to her, but I wasn’t the one to do that. I kissed her and told her,

“Promise me you will talk to your husband. Promise me you will make him give you what you deserve. Promise me that you will find yourself a job and make yourself independent and happy. Will you do that for me?”

Gwen’s tear-stained face just nodded, and I saw a glimmer of hope in there. We kissed once more, our tongues dancing together one last time. The sound of a car horn made us reluctantly stop.

“I need to go,” I told Gwen, and I hugged her and gave her a gentle and loving kiss goodbye before I quietly left the house to return to Abbie.

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