When Mike Cooper married his wife Janis, he got a ready-made family. He'd only been in town a few months, taking over the "Times Past" Bookstore his grandfather had left him, when Janis walked in the store.
She was stunning. Not stunning-for-the-average-guy stunning, but stunning-you-should-be-on-Cosmo-covers stunning. Normally, Mike would have stammered, made precious little sense and been unable to talk to her. Figuring he didn't have a chance in hell with anyone this gorgeous, he didn't use any clever come-ons or try to pick her up, he just engaged the beautiful blonde in conversation. She was looking for a particular author, one of which he was very fond, so the conversation flowed easily, naturally.
Her sea-green eyes practically hypnotized him, but she was smart. Very, very smart. She read a lot, she ran the gamut from Neil Gaiman to Rene Descartes. Literature impressed her and he found out quickly that she had an inquisitive mind. Mike was lost in the conversation and in those beautiful green eyes, when she said something he didn't catch.
"I beg your pardon?"
"I asked if you'd like to have dinner with me?"
This was not happening. Demi-goddesses did not descend from the heavens and ask mere mortals out for a meal. He blinked a bit and she seemed embarrassed.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I've put you on the spot. Just forget I've said anything." She was actually blushing!
"I'd love to." She smiled that perfect smile, those perfect white teeth and handed him her number. "Please, call anytime. Do you like Italian?"
He did like Italian and was smitten by Janis. That evening and every evening she deigned to see him. Mike still couldn't understand what this tall, blonde-haired, slim & stunning creature saw in his round, stocky self, but she seemed to hang on every word. She brought him lunch a few times a week. She asked him about his day and took an interest in his life. If this was a dream, Mike didn't want to wake up.
He took her home to meet his mother and Virginia and Janis got along like a house on fire. On the ride home, she cuddled in close and he felt all warm and cozy.
"So darling, when are you going to make an honest woman out of me?" she asked him.
Mike smiled back at her. "Janis, I haven't made a dishonest woman out of you yet." It was true. They'd been dating for about 3 months and hadn't slept together yet.
"That can be arranged. There's a motel over there, pull in."
He did as he was told, totally in her spell. He recalled checking in only vaguely, like some dream, in a haze. Was he actually going to share a bed with her, to feel her naked and pressed close, to feel her flesh move in response to his caresses?
In the motel, it was all so clear though, a memory he would never forget. She undressed and stood before him, a vision in black lace. She walked towards him, sexual, elegant, a predatory look in her eyes. Janis pushed Mike down on the bed and kissed him, hard. Her teeth bit his bottom lip, her nails raked across his chest as she unbuttoned his shirt.
"I've been waiting two months for you to fuck me, you bastard!" Janis hissed through clenched teeth. "I am not waiting any longer! You are going to fuck me, you are going to fuck the shit out of me, and you are going to do it NOW!"
Mike summoned up all his strength and didn't disappoint her. Janis straddled his face and lowered her exquisite cunt over his face. He pulled at her pussy lips, sucked her for all he was worth. She squashed her snatch in his face and he ate her with skill and precision, making sure he got every spot, every fold, every crevasse. Mike tugged at her clit and was rewarded with a flow of her sweet juices. His tongue stabbed in and out of her like a miniature cock and Janis' sounds of passion let him know he was doing a good job.
She swung her leggy body around and lowered her mouth to his engorged shaft. Janis took him in her mouth and sucked his cock eagerly, lovingly. She deep-throated him like he'd never had before, all the way down, cupping his balls as she did so. Her oral skills practically guaranteed he'd cum and when he felt himself about to cum, he pulled away, not wanting to cum in her mouth. Janis pushed him back, he lost control and shot off in her soft mouth. Janis swallowed it all and grinned at him.
"You taste wonderful darling. You can always cum in my mouth - I love the taste!"
They fucked all through the night, his woman proving to be an insatiable sexpot. This night cemented their relationship in Mike's mind, there was no doubt she was HIS woman from that night on. Janis took the first maneuver, taking Mike doggie-style and letting him pound her savagely from behind. He slammed into Janis' pussy from that position, swatting her ass as he did so. She seemed to love that and bucked against him as she clenched her tight pussy around his thick shaft.
Mike wanted to play with her next, so she rode him Cowgirl-style, his firm hands playing with her tits as she bounced up and down on her lover's big cock. He rubbed her clit as she fucked him, her juices flowing all over their joined bodies and wetting the bed. The scent of sex was in the air, heady and intoxicating.
When they fucked in the Missionary position, Janis wrapped her legs around him and dug her nails deep into his heated flesh. He came like never before, huffing and panting and sure he was going to die. But if so, what a way to go!
They got home the next day and Mike went right out and bought the ring. She accepted his proposal, bawling like a baby. Mike knew he'd be happy for the rest of his life. He had his bookstore, Janis had her little Art Gallery, they had each other, it was all joy from here on in.
Lying in bed a few weeks before her wedding, Janis turned to him and said "Mike, I have a confession to make."
"What? That you're really a Cosmo Supermodel and I'm the victim of a cruel practical joke?"
She pinched his nose as she often did when he made a bad joke. "No -- I have a child Mike."
He looked at her, unblinking. "Her name is Jessica. I got pregnant with her when I was just 18 and for the last 10 years, she's lived with my sister Monica in San Diego. But I'd like to have her come and live with us, if that's possible."
He ran his fingers along her arms. "If she's half as sweet as her mom, I'll love her to death. Sure, she can come and live here. We have plenty of room in the new house."
She kissed Mike excitedly, telling him how much she loved him and fell asleep, happy.
The wedding was lovely. The bride was beautiful, the groom looked - well, happy and the Flower Girl was adorable, everyone agreed. When they got back from the honeymoon, Jessica moved in with her Mom and new Dad and settled in.
