The door was closed behind him, all that they needed to say to each other, and desired, repeated as if their affair was as fresh as it had once been. Some months had passed, more than the last time she had assured him that their relationship had to be over, the risk of discovery too great to take any chances with.
But they each had their ways of keeping their bond as strong as it had been when their affair had burst into a white-hot heat of passionate loving, he pursuing her but the purpose was always clear. She had been taken to bed so that Stan could impregnate her, the 'business' side to their couplings soon dealt with, and all that followed pursued for pleasure's own sake. That they were adulterers, and betrayed others, did not act as a restraint on their actions.
And now, Gemma knew again that she had been in this place before, and along with that came the answer to the burning question whenever she saw him. Would he sense her emotional involvement with him again and that the passing of the years had not diminished in any way? She just suppressed it, but a few words from Stan, on how she was dressed or in response to what she had said, would reignite her feelings into a raging need to have him take her to bed; the daughter-in-law succumbing to her lust for the man who had become the father of her two children and that her husband, Jake Maguire, never suspected Stan of having 'found her', although it had been a suggestion of Jake's when all else had failed them.
The emotional mayhem of those times had been lost in the mist as the years had passed. Her bond with Stan had not loosened, no matter how hard she had tried and Stan was so understanding. It was Stan who felt that the bonds remained, only becoming looser than before. And now, as she watched him drive past her home that he had worked so hard to fashion into the place she had always dreamt of, her need for him had been fanned into a red-hot heat once more; everything that they sought of each other made real again in the only way that set what they had apart from what they lived out with their day in, day out, partners.
Despite everything that had gone before, their marriages continued to thrive. The strains of Jake failing to impregnate her had finally led her to succumb to Stan's suggestion that he should become a
'known donor'
of the semen that Jake had so little of or lacked the strength to make her pregnant.
Stan had it all, was scarily well-endowed, and deployed loving techniques to take her in ways, and to places in mind and body, that she simply did not find with Jake. But her marriage offered all the settled and loving bonds that were needed for the family life that she continued to pursue.
Stan's role in that was never forgotten. Her body's needs, to be loved in the ways that Stan pursued and sought of her, were impossible to ignore, nor the man who settled her when she succumbed to her longing for him and what they so lustfully demanded of each other.
The man she had watched as she drove past her window was in her blood and mind, no matter how she tried to deny that it was so and whenever she rejected his advances.
Today had not been one of those moments of denial, and she now felt warm and mellow, amply satisfied by what she had taken from him and bestowed on a lover who could so easily become an obsession all over again.
♥
Stan drove his slate grey VW Caravelle van past the house that he had worked so hard to get right for them, for his son Jake and the ever-engaging young woman that he knew as Gemma, not as Gemma his daughter-in-law. Whenever he saw her, his thoughts would spool back to what they had done at the very beginning of their times together, moments of wanton pleasure that had been sought and with only one purpose in mind, to get Gemma pregnant. But through the weave of their relationship, there was also a thread of lust, an inexcusable depravity that became lost in what they sought of each other.
Everything between them, or that the sight of her aroused in him, broke all the rules but Jake had unwittingly set the idea running in his mind over six years, and two young kids, ago.
Gemma's feisty personality and her vigorous, but tended slender figure and legs, her flyaway sandy brown hair and engaging smile when he said something to grab her attention, had become too much to resist, and Jake's suggestion of finding a sperm donor,
'even you, so we keep it in the family'
, had taken on a dynamic all of its own. Jake had become as frustrated as Gemma when they failed to make it happen for her.
Gemma had been seduced by the idea, finally. After some persuading and a purposeful fuck-fest, what they had found the first time had become times of tempestuous and noisy sex; Gemma's body finally accepting his long, thick, and meaty length in ways that he could not find, even with his wife and lover Betty. Between them there raged an insatiable appetite, yet he still had the energy and desire to bring it to Gemma.
The risks of discovery, whenever he
'slipped her a length'
, were too great to contemplate, and Gemma had finally prevailed upon him that their affair, or sex sessions whenever they could be arranged and her work allowed, should be brought to an end or at least curtailed.
So it was that they had settled on the loosest of arrangements, the energy that each brought to their times together; he with his stamina and strength, his wide repertoire in ways of possessing her, and Gemma's hungry demands, the clamping walls of her moist pussy and bucking hips, made so wasting and possible. Sex with Betty, in the hours afterward, was like a time of rehab after a wasting marathon.
As he reached for the sound system's control his iPhone trilled in its bracket fixed to the dashboard. He spoke easily into his throat mike as an image of Gemma was to be seen on the small screen. He made an effort to keep his eyes on the road ahead.
"Hi, you shouldn't be showing yourself to me," he smiled, darting a look at the phone before negotiating the slowing traffic as traffic lights appeared. "I'll soon be home."
