It started unexpectedly. After years of working together and being friends they began texting and talking about intimate issues. Karen confided in him the lack of intimacy between her and her husband, Roger. They had only had sex 3 times in the last 8 months. She was starved for attention and James was happy to give her his. He loved the flirting and sexting. It was an outlet for his stress and fantasies.
Innocent flirting and texting quickly turned into graphic sexting. Their conversations could shift from their kids to religion to detailed fantasies about each other. The intensity of the relationship grew. Their lust for each other would come to a boiling point then cool off. The cycle of heating and cooling repeated itself over and over. At times it caused both of the emotional and mental anguish.
As the years passed, they became as close as brother and sister. Slowly they lost most of their other friends and had strained relationships with their families. As each person left their life they became more dependant on each other. They burdened each other with deep, dark secrets. They both had affairs, but not with each other. Eventually they developed a unique relationship consisting of equal parts siblings, confidant, secret keeper, best friend, and lover.
Their marriages were cold. Both descended into not much more than two people living together for financial benefit and stability for their kids. The lack of energy and passion drove them closer together. They had no secrets. They talked openly about their sex lives and marital problems. But they never crossed the line of intimacy.
Finally, James gave in. He told Karen being with her was worth the risks. He was so starved for love and passion that the thought of being with her overwhelmed him. He pursued her aggressively. He would grab her ass or pat her butt when no one was looking. She loved and hated it. He loved the feel of her ass. It was so soft. He dreAmed of touching and squeezing her bare ass. He wanted to touch her breasts so badly. We're they as soft as he imagined? What would her skin and nipples taste like? And her pussy. He wanted to bury his head between her legs. How did she smell / taste? Did she have a long or short vagina? We're her lips short / round or long / thin? Did she have a small upturned clit or full and plump.
For her part,she wanted him. She thought about it daily. Years ago he bought her a vibrator to help find satisfaction she was not getting at home. Many nights she used it while fantasizing about him. She even thought of him while she was with her husband. She had similar thoughts. Was he big enough? Was he a patient lover? Would he think she was good? Was he a good kisser? She wanted him in her mouth. How did he taste? Then her thoughts would turn to running her hands through his hair and touching his face and cuddling. That is why she knew she could not give in. This was not just another screw. She loved him and sex would be dangerous emotionally for both. It could spin out of control and destroy their friendship and marriages .
For years she deflected and subdued his advances. Occasionally he would get angry or hurt from rejection. After an emotional outburst he'd come to realize she was right and promise to calm down. In a week he would begin the chase again and the cycle repeated. The ebb and flow of the chase consumed much of their idle time. Then there was the accident.
James's wife and kids went to her parents for 10 days. On the 5th day James was in an auto accident. A teenager ran a stop sign and struck him in the driver's door. Karen's phone rang,it was James wife. She told her he was in the hospital and asked if she would go check on him. Karen and Roger rushed to the emergency room.
When Karen entered the room she was shocked. The left side of his head was shaved and he had stitches in his head and face. His left arm was in a cast from his forearm to his hand. He looked terrible. Roger left the room to find a nurse. Karen walker to his side and touched face and arm, which woke him. James blinked his eyes open. Shaking himself awaken he looked at her. Both eyes had blood in them. "Call Melissa! Tell her to stay at her parents. I don't want the kids seeing me until I have a few days to heal." Karen made the call. After comforting Melissa she handed him the phone. "Hey baby, I have bad news, I need a new car and phone. Both of them are destroyed. Good news is I think I finally got some sense knocked into me." He laughed in a deep strong voice. He continued on in a strong confident voice. Convincing her to stay. He looked bad and the kids would be shocked. Melissa agreed and he hung up. Immediately the pain came back and he closed his eyes and went to sleep.
Roger returned and pulled Karen outside. "He's hurt bad. Left wrist is broken and he has a server concussion. They say he can't be alone for several days. He can't drive. I have to work 12 hour shifts the next two days. Can you stay with him?" She nodded yes and told Roger to stay with him while she went home for clothes and supplies. On the way home she made arrangements for her kids to stay with friends. When she returned he was discharged and ready to go home. Roger lifted James into their SUV and got him out at home. Once in bed he went right to sleep. Roger stayed for about an hour then left for work.
Karen found a book to read and set a chair beside his bed. He woke up and immediately said, "Get me the phone. I need to call the kids. " Karen replied, "James, it is 2 AM. They are asleep. How do you feel?" "Awful", he relied. " I need to pee. Help me up."
Karen helped him to his feet. She noticed he had a tenting issue in his book boxer briefs. She thought to herself, "That looks big enough. Bigger than I expected..." No no no. Stop thinking like that. He's sick and your married. She screamed inside her mind. James stumbled out of the toilet and turned the shower on. He dropped his boxers right in front of her and climbed in the shower. She rolled her eyes at his lack of humility, but did check out his ass. It was cute. And she noticed he kept his pubic hair trimmed very short.
