His dick was hard and it was trying to sneak its way in between her closed legs. It was often the way Jodi woke up. She was exhausted from the long day yesterday, and wanted nothing more than to go back asleep. But Wess, her husband, was about to get up for work, and he was seeing if he could get lucky.
"Not right now honey. I'm tired," she said softly.
"Ok," he whispered back.
They held each other for a little while until the alarm went off. Wess got up, took a shower, and left. Jodi was still feigning sleep. They didn't say good-bye.
The drive into the city for Wess was long. The traffic was slow and the radio, as usual, was playing the same old crap. When had their sex life lost its flame? he thought. It was true. They had been married now for nine years. But he was still attracted to her. Why did she turn him down all the time? Why did they only have sex once a month! He got irritated at the thought and threw in a CD.
At the same time Jodi lay in bed thinking the same exact question. She likes sex. She loves Wess. Why not just say yes and enjoy the morning together? What was ten minutes of morning sex, if not a nice way to wake up? She sighed at the thought of how many times she's turned her husband down -- at least three times a week. But as she starts her day, she falls into a routine that manages to wipe such thoughts from her head.
She arrived at the grocery store and started her pattern; fruits and vegetables first, frozen foods last. She walks in and notices the bag boys' heads turning. She still looks great for being in her early thirties, even when she dresses casually as she did today. Her jeans were tight showing off her nice rounded butt, and her soft fuzzy sweater curved graciously around her full C cup. Her blonde hair was done up, and her white skin had a sexy contrast to her full red lips. Jodi was always one of those people that would look the same going to the grocery store, cooking dinner at home, or going out to the bar with a group of friends. She was a natural beauty.
After an hour she rounds the last isle and grabs a few frozen pizzas for Wess. That's when she saw him; Phil, an old boyfriend of hers from high school.
"Jodi? Is that you?"
His voice is deep, she thought, and he towers over my 5'4" frame. She stood in silence for a second and awed at his good masculine looks. He was devilishly handsome and had the build of an athlete. "Jodi?" His voice brought her back to the present.
"Phil! Oh my god, it's great to see you. How have you been?"
"I've been doing very well, thanks. How about yourself? I heard you married Wess. That lucky dog. He always seemed like a... nice guy."
Her eyes darted downwards as though embarrassed. She couldn't even believe she just did that. But, it was just such a well of emotions swelling up inside of her; from being Prom Queen and King with Phil, to not living up to her friends' predicted potential.
"Yes, Wess and I got married nine years ago. Right after college."
"Any kids?"
"No. No kids."
"Oh, so you're still living as newlyweds huh? Good for Wess!" With that he let out a loud booming laugh. It was such a manly laugh. It made the lady behind him smile as though his voice had permeated something deeper inside her.
"Well," he said, "it was great seeing you. Come here and give me a hug for old time's sake."
Jodi approached Phil who was 6'3 and placed her head on his chest. Her arms wrapped around his waist which was lean and solid. She sniffed deeply, wanting to soak in his masculinity. Then she felt it. There was a bulge that rested on her belly. It pressed through her pink sweater and at that moment she could feel Phil's manhood. It was huge. Jumping back she tried not to appear startled. And at that time, almost involuntarily, her eyes shifted downward. She couldn't see anything through his thin dress pants, but she had felt it. Was it even hard? She began to blush.
"Jodi," Phil interrupted her thoughts, "why don't you come with me next door and I'll buy you a coffee."
"Well," Jodi began with a stammer. She had to leave. She was embarrassed. She was a little afraid at what her mind was thinking. "I have frozen foods. I need..."
"We'll put them in the freezer of my coffee shop," he said. "Now come on, don't you want to see what I have?"
"What?" she asked startled. "I...I..."
"My you've developed quite the dirty mind," Phil replied with a devilish grin. He knew what she was thinking. "I meant, don't you want to see one of my coffee shops. I import the stuff directly from Jamaica. It's Pure Blue Mountain. Some of the finest coffee available. I own the chains across the state."
She was still stuck on his dirty mind comment. She was such a prude in high school. She flashed back to prom night. She remembered Phil's kisses, they were deep and exploratory. She also remembered the bulge as she grabbed through his pants that night. It was huge. It scared her and she remained a virgin until meeting Wess. Pangs of regret had always haunted her from that night. And now here in the middle of the grocery store Phil was bringing them up and joking about them.
"Well?" he asked still waiting patiently.
"I would love to see what you have," she said seductively. She couldn't even believe the words came out of her mouth. But they did, almost as if there was no choice in the matter.
The two shared a desert coffee that was one of Phil's specialties. Jodi also met Phil's accountant, Gary. He was a short pudgy man who looked Jodi up and down when as they shook hands. His hands were clammy and the smirk on his face made him look more like a small time mafia dealer than an accountant. Jodi mentioned this to Phil as the two sat down alone together. Phil said she needed to be nice to him because he knew how much money these places really do make. It raised the hairs on Jodi's back. They were soon quelled when Phil mentioned a date from their past, and for the rest of the time they chatted small talk; Jodi trying to poise and herself, Phil leading the conversation and listening intently at Jodi's answers. There was a moment of silence that Jodi was about to fill with more idle chit-chat, but Phil leaned over and place his large hand over hers. It sent shivers through her arm and into her neck. He looked directly at her and spoke: "Come with me to my house. I live close to here."
It was not a question. She was not about to object even though everything in her heart told her to.
They climbed into Phil's new BMW M5 and sped off. She mentioned what a nice car it was, and Phil said something to the effect that coffee couldn't pay for this. She didn't understand, nor did she care, because when he placed his hand on her knee she again felt the ripples and tingling shock that went through her leg and into her pussy like a wave over an open reef. It crashed on her clit, and even though there was nothing touching it, she shook. She was nervous, ashamed, and thrilled all at the same time. She couldn't wait to feel his manhood inside her.
The car pulled up to a large palatial mansion. Its lawn was manicured and the flower beds showed off many of the fall colors that represented the area. Phil said nothing as he parked. Instead, he squeezed her knee and brushed his fingers authoritatively against her inner thigh. Jodi's eyes closed as she felt another chain of waves rush over her pussy. She could feel the heat from her lips as it spread up and down her legs and onto her belly. Her nipples became erect and she pushed out her chest and spread her legs to let his hand do what it will. But instead, it stopped and he walked around and opened up the door for her.
She stepped out of the car and silently he led her into the house. It was beautiful: clean lines, marble floors and classic décor made it look like an art trader's home, not a business man's. He led her to the living room and sat her down on a soft white sofa. The sun came through the window onto her pink sweater as she sat there crotch height staring up into Phil's eyes. The silence was finally broken by his deep resonate voice.
"Jodi, you want to see my dick, don't you?"
She was taken aback by his question. Yes, everything in her right now wanted to see it. She wanted to see it. Smell it. Taste it. Feel it! She nodded yes. He looked down at her and shook his head. There was a tingle in her pussy when she saw him shake his head. Was he telling her no? She had to have it!
"Jodi, look at me and answer me. Do you want to see my dick?"
