(This is a continuation of my story about the Fixer and Jena. Rather than bore you with repeat info, I urge you to read Parts 1 & 2. Though I enjoyed writing this tale, what is important to me, as a writer is what you, the readers, think.
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He spent the next two weeks doing what he always did. Despite his unusual job, he was indeed a creature of habit, reporting to his office and enjoying the charms of one of his repeat projects during his off time. He received three email inquiries to his ads, but somehow couldn't answer any of them. Even the time with his repeats was not as enjoyable as before. Everything he did was simply going through the motions and he finally admitted to himself that he had become totally enthralled by Jena – he missed her. As much as he wanted to contact her, he knew he had to wait for her to make the first move. She had more at stake than he did.
Meanwhile, Jena tried hard to make things work with her husband. Making herself as sexually available as possible, she had hoped that she could get him to do some of the things that Rich had done to her. He just didn't get it. He just couldn't grasp the fact that a man needs to gratify his woman by doing things that she needed – this is what Rich had taught her – and Jena was counting the days before she could see him again.
Rich was finishing some minor work on his computer, trying without success not to dwell on the day. Since today was the day, he attempted to keep himself occupied all morning. At mid-day, he caught himself thinking about Jena, thinking about someone to share his life with. He had recently sold his part of a design-engineering firm and now just did some occasional consulting work. Although this kept him busy, he didn't need the income. Until now, his "projects" and their repeat visits had kept his sexual appetite fed. Since meeting Jena, he found this wasn't the case anymore.
After meeting Jena two weeks ago, things had changed. She started out a project, but he discovered a companion in her company. In her he had also discovered someone who could match his sexual appetite. His other former projects and repeats paled in comparison. With them it was only sexual and even that paled in comparison to Jena.
He was startled out of his thoughts by the front door bell. When he opened the door all he could do was smile.
"Are you going to invite me in?" she asked. Jena was wearing the same sundress she wore on the weekend together – she wore nothing underneath. She knew how much Rich loved her in it. "What took you..." his voice trailed off as he held out his hand out and drew her in.
He closed the door and drew her into his arms. He kissed her hungrily. Her response matched his eagerness. Their hands roamed. Finally he pulled back and they looked into each other's eyes and smiled. "I have some fresh coffee on. Would you like some?" he asked.
"That would be nice," she smiled, still grasping his hand. Leading her through the house to the kitchen, he poured them both a cup and showed her where the mixings were. She just took it black -- another little sign that proved they should be together as this is how he took his coffee. She asked if they could sit and talk. He nodded, leading her into the living area. Sitting on one sofa, she asked him to sit across from her – she didn't want to be distracted by his touch.
She began, "These past two weeks have been the longest of my life. I feel that I've made every attempt to give my husband what he wanted and to get him to understand what I needed. Nothing has changed. He expected me to come back from you with more skills to pleasure him. My pleasure and needs are still no concern of his. If possible, he has become even more selfish."
When she paused, he asked her, "What have you decided and how am I involved?"
She laughed and smiled, "How are you involved??? You treated me better than I've ever been treated. You gave me so much pleasure I remember passing out."
They both smiled at that memory.
"You cared about my pleasure and then broadened my experiences," she said. "Not once did you do anything to me solely for your own pleasure. We talked last about the connection we discovered. Do you still feel the same?" Wanting to sit next to her, Rich rose from the sofa. "No, stay there, we need talk thru this first," Jena said.
Rich sat back down and said, "You have been on my mind constantly since I watched you drive away in the cab. Everything I have done since then pales in comparison to my time with you. Does that answer your question?"
She responded with a smile that made his cock stir.
"I'm staying at the Crowns. I've left my husband and told him I'm filing for divorce. He's fine with that since it seems he's found a girl friend that he claims treats him like a man needs to be treated. She's either dumb like I was or after his money," she said flatly. "I want to continue to explore our relationship and just see where it goes."