Because you asked :)
It was Valentine's Day and James was dreading another night, especially THIS night, without any passion, the fire of a lover naked and close in his arms or even one soft kiss. Jean was with her husband and the fantasy of her leaving and coming to be with him had long faded. Too many Valentine's Days had passed and the long desired call of "I'm here Jimmy, come pick me up" had never occurred. He was blessed and cursed with having found his soul mate and the one woman who could ignite his full passion but never complete the cuckold of her husband.
He decided it was probably a good night to keep busy and push the sadness aside as far as possible. Avoiding the computer he knew he was also avoiding the half empty feeling left by even the best of sex chat or erotic stories. James decided to put on a t-shirt, loose gray shorts and clean out drawers, while listening to LOUD rock music. Steady activity seemed the best defense tonight against sexual gloom rather than get into a movie that would just make being alone all the more apparent.
The tight sounds of Jethro Tull made the walls shake throughout the house. The thin cotton shorts provided scant support for his thick cock swinging free and probably going to waste, yet again tonight.
Visiting a room, once the center of their marathon sex chatting, now only used for storage. James soon found himself holding a box that he had stuck away one night after a sad sweep of his den. Slightly larger than a cigar box this metal Led Zeppelin boxed set storage container had served to save the small things that had touched his life. Not a regret box as much as a path never fully taken box. He had not thought to seek it out but it did appear he was inexpiably drawn to it.
Opening the box he quickly found himself looking at the few pictures she had allowed him to take of her. Never a picture of them together, that had been her firm rule. Jean had refused any evidence of their love affair. But he did have his memories to fill in the missing details.
James smiled as he looked at the picture of Jean with her short sandy hair, wearing her tight white jeans and white full neck sweater and flat sandal shoes. He remembered her soft lipstick contrasted with her bright painted toes. She looked so innocent, almost virginal, in that picture. He smiled knowing she had never noticed that the back of an upscale hotel room door was plainly visible. Her smile beamed back at him, almost a dare not to love her. He had often thought of this as his favorite "before" picture.
With a surge of desire that made his cock twitch at the edge of his shorts James thought "Yes, this was just before our first kiss had we first made love."
Jean had knocked softly on the hotel room door. She had never been in such a hotel as this let alone with another man since her marriage. The drive to the hotel was filled with an inner struggle. Her Lit-erotica num de plume "Passionate" had a heated argument with her pigtailed Jeannie, the good girl self. Even as she again knocked, a little harder on the door, an inner voice, born of her catholic upbringing, cried out for her to run before he had a chance to open the door.
"Hello" James greeted her with a wide smile and his deep DJ voice beckoned her out of the hallway as he bowed and gestured for her to come in.
"Oh, Hi, Thank you" Jean stumbled for the words knowing she was crossing one serious line as she crossed the door threshold to enter the room. As James closed the door she quickly scanned the large study area, with an adjacent room filled with a king bed and what liked like a hot tub.
Teasing him Jean tried to break her nervous tension "You could not find anything more UPSCALE for our first date?"
When James in silence did not respond to her obvious joke she just stood there, her smile tight almost forced. Her nervous hands clutched at the sides of her jeans as she stuttered to admit "I almost did not come. Err, .my.."
Jean stopped speaking as James lifted up a camera and said "Smile".
Before she could again speak he set down the camera and closed the distance between them. Wrapping her up in his arms he brought her close, sought her lips and then softly breathed between her lips, just before they touched, "I have waited for this for so long".
The scent of her White Diamonds perfume and his Old Spice after shave inter mingled as they began to connect physically. That first heated kiss, lifting her to her toes, lasted several minutes as they ignited into a passion of touches, and caresses and exploring. For his part James was rewarded with the soft but firm feel of her swelling breast under her sweater. Jean felt the rush to her head as his thick cock pressed against her, telling her the passion she had so long missed was now in her arms. Each touch enflamed the next kiss that they continued to repeat. James finally began to kiss her neck and she in turn whispered how much she had wanted his touches. Jean took little time reaching down to find the girth of her new lover and was pleased that the online teasing and sex chatting was well founded.
Breaking their embrace only slightly James cupped her breast on the outside of her sweater and professed: "I can't tell you how much I wanted you to come here today and not find an excuse to stay away".
Steeping back into his arms she eased her head upon his shoulder, her lips wet, warm and soft upon his neck. Still holding his staff firmly in her clutch, Jean grinned and replied: "Darling, you have no idea how badly I want to cum here today".
The both laughed at the play of words. As they again pressed their lips together James slowly slid his right hand under her sweater and rubbed softly across the smooth skin of her back, up her sides and finally, slowly, across the thin material of her bra. It was not her everyday bra. Jean recalled her husband had watched her dress that morning and had not even noticed it was thin, low cut and trimmed with white lace.
