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John Brooks reclined stiffly on a black leather couch so soft it felt like velvet. His forearm draped over his brow shading his eyes from the light in the doctor’s office and seemed to subconsciously conceal his emotions. John’s wife and family made a visit to the Viennese psychiatrist, Dr. Saurpoose, mandatory after learning of his second life, which exist in the world of voyeurism. It was obvious that John was nervous with this initial visit with the doctor.

“Well Dr. Saurpoose,  I don’t know where to start.” He shrugged his shoulders as he spoke.

The doctor, a spectacled balding gentleman in his sixties, sat cross-legged in a matching leather chair equally plush. As he stared at his notepad and pen he began the discussion.

“Vell Mr. Brrrooks, you might start by describing what you feel the day prior to your visit to the club.”

“I am happy, I enjoy the club.”

Now the doctor peers over his half-moon bifocals at John ignoring the fear and disheveled appearance that his new patient had, he might be wearing a wrinkled polo shirt, striped and too casual for the event, a $250.00 an hour event, but he was in pain emotionally and a paying patient.

“ So you are filled with anticipation, excited about your placebo business meeting?”

“Yes doctor, I am happy to be going to see Aunt Annie at the Emporium. You could say I am excited and anticipating how she will captivate me as she always does.”

Neither men spoke for an uncomfortably long moment and John continued uneasily.

“I find the nights at the club very fun and Annie is intoxicating. She is always dressed in perfect-fitting leather and exuding confidence. Annie has kind, olive-eyes and a soft voice that I hear where ever I sit in the room.

She knows me so well she reads my thoughts. She orchestrates my feelings bringing me to incredible highs and lows like a soaring falcon. The best explanation I have is she controls me from my head, my brain.

I willingly do what she commands. I know how great I feel when it is time to feel great and when she allows me to enjoy, so I don’t care if she chains me to a chair in a room filled with strangers, I don’t care if my wife and family would be ashamed of me, I only want the fix. I only want her to touch me. I want to feel her warm body and smell her skin and taste her breath. When I look in Annie’s eye I go in a kind of sexual trance, a hypnotic state. She takes me where I have never been or knew existed”

Dr. Saurpoose switched his crossed legs and leaned back in his chair.

“So you feel relief because you are addicted, you said you needed “The Fix”.

“Yes, when I have not been to see her perform for a week or more the fantasies become more frequent, more invasive. At first I tried to stop going out to the club and it became dangerous, my mind wondered when I drove home from work, even at dinner and during sex with my wife. After a while I accepted my need for the thrill of being out of control, of being under her spell.”

“And now you must seek help because your wife will leave you?”

“Yes, and the kids will bar me from their lives, and their children’s lives.”

The doctor grows interested now and puts down his pen and pad while focusing on John.

“So John, what do you do on your nights at the club?”

“What ever Aunt Annie ask of me. I will wear a baby’s bib, or a dog collar and sit on the floor on a leash at her feet. She never hurts me bad, but she will make me squeal before I am through. One time she made me go to the men’s room and change into a French-maids dress. It was too big and I felt ridiculous with my boxers showing under the hem. The others in the room smiled, and some were feeling my discomfort while other silently mocked with their eyes. I did not care though, I wanted Aunt Annie’s approval. She parades me from room to room and it is obvious that she is my queen and I am her servant or when I have disobeyed her I am her jester or fool. I am her subordinate and she is my Domme, my dominatrix.”

Dr. Saurpoose jotted a quick note about masochistic activities, and sat for a moment pondering what John had stated. He wondered if John enjoyed the self-loathing or not.

“John, do you find physical satisfaction during your visit, or do you savor the moment and fantasize about it when you get home?”

“I am not sure I understand that question doctor, I have a climax with Annie if that is what you mean, she causes me to lose control. I fantasize about it when I get home too.”

“So you have sex with her?”

“Yes”

“But how, the room is full of strangers, do you go somewhere?”

“She invites me to her dressing room sometimes, sometimes she makes me wait until the next night I can go, especially when I have been bad. In the beginning I watched her show, a friend of mine took in a show one time and told me about it. He said there was a lady older than I am and she was perfect and sang classic tunes. We took our wives out to dinner and the show, that is how it all began.”

“You took your wife to the show?”
“I did and it did not go over well, Julia could not appreciate the outfits regardless how good the entertainment was, but I did. Annie was mesmerizing, long red hair and legs, and a perfect body for all to see. Her age was no factor, she was a champion, a star.”

“So you went back for another show?”

“I have meetings with clients at their home after dinner, but I never have time to eat at the office, so I am famished after the house calls. People never feed the insurance man, and I want a fresh meal, not warmed up leftovers. The night I went back was after a successful presentation. I sold to two couples instead of one and I wanted to celebrate, It was a months worth of sales in one evening and I had the money to burn. The steak was very good that night and Annie, well I could enjoy her without Julia’s fidgeting.”

Dr. Saurpoose noted the voyeurism, this did not seem masochistic, no John seemed self absorbed and the masochism and the self awareness did not seem to jive.

“So is Annie a prostitute?”

“Certainly not”

“How did watching a show lead to a relationship?”

“I sent her champagne after the show and left, I was smitten, but had no intention of striking up a romance. She haunted my days more and more, and I sent her roses, I ordred her champagne from home, and when I did come back to the Emporium for dinner she knew who I was. I sent her Champagne after the show and hung around for a nightcap and she came out and thanked. Then I went home.

“So you stalked her in a sense?”

“Yes, and she turned the tables sitting me up close to the stage after a while, and invited to her dressing room after the show. We talked and she played hard to get, and the games began.”

“And by this you mean she stalked you?”

The doctor looked curiously at John wondering how a man could go from doing stellar business to suffering depression and defeat. Peering over his bi-focal glasses as anticipating an answer to many questions in a single sentence or some great epiphany of the patient’s as to what John would do to remedy his suffering. The doctor needed to see what the patient needed to do to remedy their problem to be able to lead them to their own correct conclusion. Dr. Saurpoose had to get John to tell him anything he knew that would help himself out of this dilemma.

“She did not need to stalk, her memory did all the stalking. I visited her that following week and she invited me out to an early morning gathering at the Emporium owner’s other establishment, an all night dancing club where she performed a short-set of numbers. That is the club I crave, “The Emperor’s Harem”.

We used her car and drove across town in late night traffic, making all the green lights as if the city were hers and quickly arrived in front of a club behind a shopping center I had never noticed. The sign out front had a desert scene with a tent and several camels being guarded by a  few sitting nomads. In large letters at the top it said “The Emperor’s Harem Dance Club and Lounge” with a lit walk from the parking lot to a man standing at a podium. The front doors were painted gold and it looked very nice.”

The doctor looked as if he anticipated more and John continued.

“We walked to the doors and the man said “Good evening Annie” and opened the door allowing some very smooth jazz instrumental to waft by to serenade the city as we walked in. There was ladies dressed in harem girl garb balancing trays of drinks and a bar in the far back corner with a Arabian guard for a bartender. Annie led me to the back and down a hallway to what I assumed was her dressing room. We walked in and it was much larger than a dressing room with four couples dancing on a tiled floor in front of a small stage.”

John paused and was once more left with silent anticipation.

“She sat me at a small table up by the stage and walked to the stage and grabbed a microphone. When the song the couples danced to was over she turned down the sound system at the back of the stage. The couples remained standing on the dance floor and Annie said, “Good evening friends” and from the couples a simultaneous reply “Good Evening Aunt Annie” to my dismay having never heard her called that before.”

“And she performed?”

“She did, she sang three songs and took my hand and guiding me to another room, this was the dressing room. A frilly dungeon of horrors dressed in a negligee type dressing room. She sat me down and asked me to give her a minute, and she disappeared into a small bathroom. I looked around and all the corners were dark and the light over the table was too bright so I could not see all that waited for me. She came out in a leather jumpsuit with snug short-shorts carrying two goblets and some Cognac. She looked very happy and beautiful in her little black jumpsuit. She poured the goblets half-full a slid a chair next to mine”

The doctor peevishly asked, “And you had some drinks with her?”

“She slammed down half a glass of cognac and began to purr. She told me she liked me and stood behind me rubbing my neck and shoulders. She reached around and unbuttoned my shirt. She squeezed my shoulders just hard enough to make me grunt and snickered as she found my nipples and pinched them a little then inched her hand down my stomach. Her touch was electrifying and unexpected. Then she spun around in front of and smiled, bent over and gave me a kiss, then she ran her lips down my jaw to my ear and whispered, “I like you John” and nibbled my ear lobe while crawling on my lap and wrapping her legs around me and my chair. She grabbed me by the head and kissed me passionately. Her warm lips and hot tongue set me ablaze.”

“And you made love?” the doctor looked a little more animated as he slid forward on his chair with his feet on the ground now no longer sitting cross-legged.

“Kind of”

“You did not make love”

“We never got past the foreplay. She got off my lap and took my hand leading me to a small doctor’s table as in the doctor’s examination room, in the corner. It was kid of dark, but when I got closer to it I noticed little belts at the foot of the bed, and it was plugged into the wall with a heavy duty cord. The more I looked the more it resembled a car-lift and the mechanic’s shop, it had two pedals at the base and a pretty big pole in the middle that was a jack.”

Dr. Saurpoose typically remained emotionless perpetually presenting a neutral poker-face so to speak, but now could not contain his interest and blatant curiosity. It seemed an unusual dynamic in the patients sexuality and posed the question if this was partially a physical ailment the patient suffered.

“Then Aunt Annie stopped the sexual activity before you could consummate the act?”

“Ahh, no doctor, the act was complete, I could not have been more satisfied”

“Then you had an orgasm?”

“Yes doctor”

“Mr. Brooks would you consider that it was a premature ejaculation?”

“Doctor, Annie had me very aroused and when she led me to the table my arousal skyrocketed with anticipation as she pushed me down”

“The table? I thought it was a bed or a cot.”

“It was a padded physician’s examination table. It seemed like a bed with restraints attached. Annie guided me down on the table, bed or whatever and climbed on top of me and continued to passionately kiss me. Those warm lips engulfed mine and lightly sucked then pushed me down hard enough to bury my head in the padded table. She was beautiful when I could force my eyes back to earth to enjoy the vision of her kissing me. She is very powerful and had me in a position that gave her control, and control she did. She straddled me and ground her pelvis up and down my member like a steamroller. Her crotch’s warmth baked my private through my clothes. Her kiss made me dizzy and when she sat up and began to gyrate on me we might as well been naked. She propelled me to a shrieking release as my orgasm burst like never before, the more I held it back the more intense it became. It was not premature by any description, it was an instant volcano eruption that lasted a very long time, I didn’t know I had it in me, but she did and she got all of it.”

“Oh, I see. And Annie, did she experience an orgasm?”

“No, once she discovered my obvious climax, she snickered and went back to kissing me deeply on my mouth, nibbling my lips and caressing kisses on my face my neck and whispered sweet love talk in my ear. Eventually I became cold and uncomfortable from the fluids in my pants, and once down to earth I felt a little ashamed of myself, I seemed very selfish. She did not mind, but snickered when I begged for mercy.”

“How did you explain your late arrival home?”

“I snuck in and took a shower and buried my pants in the closet with my jacket, away from my other suits. I purposely spilt coffee on my shirt and pants for the dry cleaner to deal with after Annie dropped me off dressing room so no one would suspect what my mess truly was. After my shower I slept on the living room couch and in the morning claimed to have become sick and unable to work. I blamed it all on food poisoning from some restaurant I really never went to. After that I made up ‘out of town sales missions’ to give me an excuse to be gone all night. I always took an extra suit for the next day after a nap and shower at a motel.”

“Very interesting Mr. Brooks, very interesting” Now Dr. Saurpoose jotted a few notes and when done rested his chin between his thumb and fingers in contemplation on all he learned. John grew unsettled and sat up on the couch.

“Doctor, this was the beginning of romance that I never imagined, an affair that changed my life. Aunt Annie dominated me that night and I respected her power. Later I came to see that she was a Domme, a sweet, caring dominatrix and I am destined to be her sub. She disciplined me with a small dose of public humiliation from time to time, but I always deserved it. She never needed to have copulation with me, it took me quite a while to be able to give a response other than blissful satisfaction. Then it took a year of her guidance to teach me how to give her any physical pleasure at all. I craved gratification and she understood this, so patiently she taught me how to give her pleasurable foreplay, and it was all I wanted to do, ever!”

“John, if you do not want this activity to end then why are you here?”

“Because I did not want to admit I would never let this go.”

“So you wish to continue the therapy to see if it can help you resolve this dilemma?”

“I do doctor, if I don’t I will be forced to choose between my family and Annie and I am not ready for that.”

“Very well then, when should I schedule you again?”

“Next Monday or Tuesday”

“How about an 8 o’clock in morning session on Tuesday, I will have coffee available?”

“That will be great doctor.”

With that John and the doctor stood and shook hands and John left the office thinking about the reality he had faced during his session. John now knew he would be leaving home and beginning his life again, this was going to take some time to figure out. John got into his car and went to the office, he had better get some new prospects on the phone and set up some presentations. John had a new tax-free annuity that he wanted to market this week so some of his current clients might be interested in investing some more, and he needed to review his 401k funds. Starting over would not be cheap. Luckily Jon had some out of town clients and he would start there, leaving town for maybe a week would be a good thing if he could drum up the meetings to fill the week, he had best get cracking.

Chapter Two

As luck would have it John set up three appointments, Wednesday in Atlanta, Thursday in Boca Raton and Friday in Jacksonville, Fl. Tax-free was the new trend as incomes had been climbing due to the recession and cash investment accounts now needed to be stashed away securely. Tax free annuities were fixed and had a modest return on investment rate, but once the tax liability was considered it was adequate and the income had amassed when the globe was starving for cash to fuel enterprise and existing operations. John seemed to sell this to himself logically and focused his thoughts there, he would deal with the peripheral later.

John went home and dropped the bomb he was going out of town on Julia who of course, flipped. She called their daughter Cindy who would undoubtedly call his son Robert who would definitely call John and the circle would be complete. John knew no one would be pleased with what he planned to do and that was going to be a necessary evil, he had no alternative short of going insane. John hoped Julia would make it through this, she was not a bad wife and he loved her, but the passion he had for Annie was a new world and he was not going to go back to the old one, life was for the living and live he would do. He would not make any quick moves and would stick to his strategy. John’s income was derivative based and most men at his age would be planning the easy way to live, but he knew he would always support Julia as he had always in the past so it was up to him to feather his new nest, and the next three appointments would initiate that new income stream. In his mind it was as if he was broke, and in some ways he was. Being a millionaire would not be enough any longer, he had to do it again.

The  following day he tightened up his current work load and prepared for travel and Tuesday night boarded a plane for Atlanta. He arrived at 9:30 and took a cab to a hotel near his next day’s appointment. John set up his computer and studied the up to date information on the insurance he would try to sell this week and noted the newest rates of sales, it was very popular and there were articles explaining why that he had not yet read. He had decided to skip dinner and wait for breakfast. John knew he could stand to lose ten pounds and there was no better time than immediately so he read until two in the morning and crashed.

During his sleep he dreamt of the last time he had seen Annie and it had been darn near two weeks so his hormone levels were on the rise. Annie had been beautiful and he had behaved so all was great. They made to the “Harem” by one in the morning and it had been a Friday so the place was packed. The club was a three-floored structure, with a luxurious below ground first floor, the second floor, which was the main floor and entry and the third floor. John and Annie were on the third floor. It had a long hall like an office building, but these offices had closed doors and 5 by 10 foot fixed glass observation windows that took up most of the rooms wall that faced the hall. In each room couples were conducting role play and they were always in character. Some of the couples wore sixteenth century Parisian attire and yet others were garbed in modern-day BSDM leather. Some of the couples were trios and foursomes and at the end of the hall was one big room with several windows and a free-for-all party with all sorts of characters mingling and filling the corners lustily acting out their fantasies.

Annie and John went from window to window until they had worked their way to the big room at the end of the hall. They did not go inside but necked outside by the windows and observed the party. John became fixated on a woman performing fellatio on her partner and she was drawing a crowd of onlookers. As John peered through the glass at the woman’s antics and screen of partiers Annie rubbed his leg, then his back as he watched. Annie enjoyed John and his bewilderment at all the actions including his own.

They went back to Annie’s dressing room and turned the lights down low and drank cognac while discussing his arousal. Annie enjoyed watching John squirm and they both knew he would not get that, not when another had initiated the drive, the desire. Annie got up and rubbed his neck and kissed his earlobes and jawline. She worked her way to the front and stopped to sip her snifter of cognac and build his anticipation. John knew exactly what she was up to and he enjoyed the frustration and anticipation as his inner lion roared and drooled. Annie kissed his mouth and sat on his lap and sucked on his finger tips. Soon John began to pant and beg, but she kept her leisurely pace and snickered when he begged shaking her head no slowly with her “You are a bad boy” look in her eyes.

Finally Annie began to squirm a little while sitting on his lap, John wished she would grind and smash his angry male member because he knew where this was going. After about a half-hour or so Annie’s tempo picked up and before it was over she was grinding him to a distant planet in a far away galaxy. John almost swallowed his tongue as he howled his release and Annie smiled her beautiful smile, then John woke up in the Atlanta hotel and had to go to the bathroom and urinate, urgently. After going to the bathroom he looked at his travelers clock by the hotel bed and it was 7:00 am, his appointment was at one o’clock at a gentleman’s office. Mr. Summerlin was a C.E.O of a private funding group and did not have to spend his evenings in meetings, which was to John’s liking. John knew it was going to be good day.

John was famished after skipping dinner last night. He put on some shorts and a tee shirt as his stomach grumbled. Once he had on his flip-flops and room key he made his way to the continental buffet waiting downstairs. His stomach audibly complained as he almost jogged, he felt as he was twenty years younger. The stress of concealing the affair and hiding his feelings for Annie had drained him more than he knew and now that weight had lifted. John felt as if he was a teenager with his first girlfriend.

He could smell the toast and cinnamon rolls when he walked in the lobby and spied the hot table in the corner. He grabbed a paper plate and chose a cinnamon roll and then drew some coffee from the machine dispensing that and hot water. As he was alone he chose to stand at the end of the server and stuffed the roll and sipped his coffee to wash it down, the food looked fresh but was a bit dry and kind of stale. John looked around at the maroon and gold carpet and tan walls, it was not very fancy, but he was free, and if the rolls were a little stale he could care less. Soon the coffee was down half-way and he topped it off and went back to his room.

John took out his notepad back at the room and reviewed the notes he took last night on the annuities he would be presenting to Mr. Summerlin. It was obvious he had worked later than he should have when he tried to decipher his notes which were rife with scribbled half-thoughts. It took him a while to get back to his train of thought, but he managed. The appointment was a one o’clock so he had plenty of time to laze around and even got a power nap in. By noon he was dressed and calling a taxi to take him on the $20 tour.

By the time the presentation was over and had left Mr. Summerlin he was happy and hurried back to his room to call Annie. He rang Annie’s cell, but was relegated to voicemail and he assumed she was busy. John decided to cool his heels and relax. Tomorrow’s flight left at quarter to eight in the morning and he did not relish the thought of sleepwalking the airport. He showered and laid down to an almost instant sleep. He must have been thinking about his meeting with Mr. Summerlin because he dreamt he was at the bank making a $6,000 deposit, which was a thousand short of his meetings gross, but he must have done the math and deducted the travel overhead.

He woke up at nine and considered where to eat and since it was getting late he chose a few drinks in the lounge next door to the motel. He walked in and grabbed a stool at the bar and ordered a Rum and Coke. The bartender was a young lady who appeared in her twenties or thirties. The older he got most women seemed to be too young and once they were obviously too young he had trouble approximating how much as they were all kids now. He had a couple of drinks and nursed the second watching the bartender work, she was cute, but 20 years too young for serious ogling. After the second cocktail he walked back to the motel room and turned on the television to fall asleep listening the local Atlanta eleven o’clock news.

John woke at six by his travel alarm and took a shower, gathered his things and called a taxi for the ride to the airport. He boarded the flight at 8:30 and arrived in Boca Raton at 9:45 which would give him plenty of time to study the Peterson file. The Peterson’s had been clients of his for ten years, but he needed to know their investments as well as his own and find how his tax-free annuity could fit in their plans.

John got a taxi to the “Days Inn” by the airport and checked in. Once his suits were hanging on the rack and the toiletries were on the bathroom sink he put on a fresh pair of shorts and sat down to the Peterson file. He had skipped breakfast and by two was ready for lunch. He looked out his window and saw a strip mall across the street and assumed a restaurant hid there in the building because the sign was not facing him, but instead faced the traffic flow on the street. John put on some flip-flops and headed to a late lunch.

The restaurant was a pizza shop and he ordered a salad to go with ranch dressing which he took back to the motel room. As John walked up to the motel he heard some frolicking at the pool, somebody’s kids were howling and laughing and although he could not tell what they were saying it sounded fun so he headed to the pool to eat his lunch.

The pool did have several families in the water and some tables with umbrellas to the side. He chose the one furthest from the pool and set his Styrofoam bowl of salad out with paper napkin and plastic fork. He dumped the dressing on his salad and began to eat. While he ate he took in the view and liked the scene. Young mothers lay by the pool in loungers with some who were red and sunburned while others glistened tanned and brown, but all a generation behind his. The sun’s bright white glare was harsh and it’s heat sweltering, but his food was cold and he was dressed to sweat. Everyone was wet around him, some from the pool and others from the sun and swelter.

The kids were carefree and the mothers seemed happy to be safe and let them run wild, which John could appreciate being a parent and now a grandparent. The freedom of the children inspired him to consider his new found freedom and fun times ahead. He finished his salad and took off for his room to call Annie leaving behind the fun-loving crowd and their lenient keepers to enjoy the sun and swelter, he had enough for now.

Once in his room he grabbed his phone and sat on the bed to call Annie, but once again received the voice mail. John left a brief message that conveyed a greeting and welcomed a return call if she got a chance and then put the romance in the back of his mind and thought about his 7:00 pm appointment. The Peterson’s had made modest to medium gains, but would be interested in the tax-free aspects of the annuity program and by 6:30 John was on the way to his presentation at their house.

When John arrived he was met at the door by Jennifer Peterson who was an attractive brunette in her mid-forties and once inside she explained her husband Jim would be out of town, but she could invest without him. This seemed peculiar and John went along since he had no other choice and as long as she closed it really did not matter, it was just he had clarified he would like a time when both of the couple could be present. He sat on the couch and spread out some brochures from the company he would be selling from on the glass coffee table and proceeded to explain the program he had for her.

When he began Jennifer seemed a little uncomfortable, but a minute later offered him a drink and he passed. He kept talking as she made herself a soda and something and after some ice from a bucket at the homes dry bar she sat back down on the couch and picked up a brochure as John talked his spiel.

They discussed the rates and investment graph, ROI and length of term versus rate of return. She chose a twenty year plan for half of her expenditure and invested the rest in a ten-year plan which was modest but liquid in a decade and she needed that flexibility more than capital when she was 67 years-old. Jennifer relaxed as John filled out his forms and drained her drink. John closed his transaction and Jennifer offered him another chance at a cocktail and with the sales pressure off he felt free to accept.

“Jim is not home much anymore John, he is always out of town”

“I am on the road a lot myself Jennifer, times require me to go wherever the leads take me.”

When Jennifer sat down it seemed to John a she got a little closer than before and as she handed him his drink it dawned on him he could reach it from her new spot, she had innocently closed the gap to drink with him so he tried to drag his mind out of the gutter. She was attractive and less than ten-years younger than himself and the obvious seemed clear when she put her hand on his leg and asked him the next zinger.

“John, are you a heartless slut like Jim?” Jennifer had a perfect smile, brilliant and sincere as her green eyes twinkled.

That blew John’s mind right out his ears and his mind raced between the gutter and the door. Jim was a friendly guy and the couple had always been nice so John never imagined the evening would go where it seemed to be heading.

“Are you and Jim having problems?”

“Jim is moving out, but that is not a problem, just a fact of life” Jennifer had a slight smile as her eyes intelligently surveyed John’s actions and seemingly read his thoughts.

John considered it funny how fast life can change and in less than five minutes Jennifer’s peach tennis shorts were on the floor next to her feet and so was John. She was perfect and in her prime and a woman who knew what she wanted and where she could find it. John was old enough to know when nature called to answer without hesitation and he naturally obeyed the call.

As john slid the her panties to the side exposing his delight with a smile on his lips and his eyes he thought about home, but no, Julia was watching “Wheel of Fortune” he concluded. With his mind clear of that thought he joyfully began to replicate what Annie would tell him to do for her if she was there. Crap, now he was thinking about Annie, but not for long once Jennifer started pushing his face tighter to her crotch. As she gradually pushed harder and started to grind him he slowed his actions and drew out the foreplay.

Jennifer’s panting escalated to moaning dirty little urgings and as the tongue motion slowed to a leisurely lick she became loud and demanding, then begged for release and John knew to stay the course until she exploded, which was not very long after the groaning began. As she relaxed he never lost his rhythm and soon she pushed him on his back and loosened his belt. With urgent dexterity that only a wife of twenty years can possess she effortlessly dropped his pants over his knees and John and Jennifer began round two of the foreplay. Now Jennifer was on top and in a better position to control that sneaky dog John, and he was going to pay a little homage himself, she doubted he would make it past the licking.

This was all new for John, he was going all the way and he was up for the challenge, more than Jennifer could have possibly imagined. Surprisingly, John eventually survived the excitement and regained the top position, and the big boy sex was on.

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