Holding the gift bag with the bottle of Jack and a little card he got for him, Matt knocked on Jason's door. Only minutes earlier, Jason and Julie had said goodbye during a steamy final meeting while Matt was at the state liquor store getting Jason a thank you bottle for his kindnesses to Matt and Julie at the beginning of the week. In fact, Jason's thick onyx shaft was still swollen and moist with Julie's cum juices coating it.
Jason opened the door and acted surprised to find Matt there with the gift. "Dude, just a small thank you for helping me out at the beginning of the week, and for taking Julie on a tour of the lake which she loved. She thinks you're awesome, and so do I."
Jason felt absolutely rotten as he faced Matt at his door thanking him for taking care of Julie. "If he only knew that I fucked her cunt, her ass, her mouth. If he only knew that I sucked her beautiful breasts and touched her beautiful body all over. If he only knew that we just got done fucking not five minutes ago...he'd fucking kill me, instead of hand me a bottle of bourbon." Jason thought to himself. And, what's more, Jason was hopeful that his sexual encounters with Julie would continue whenever and wherever they could arrange them in the future.
"Matt, you didn't need to get me anything. I loved helping you guys out. Besides, I was happy to have a chance to show someone else the lake that I spent so much time on as I grew up. You should ask Julie about the special place I showed her at the tip of the island on the rock overlooking the lake. I think that was her favorite spot. It's always been mine." As Jason said this, his cock swelled a little. The special place he knew Julie would remember was where they finally fucked after all the foreplay on the boat and in the water. For Jason, it now had special meaning as the place where he knew he stole Matt's wife from him. And, if Jason was not mistaken, he felt Julie would remember it as the place she had had the best sex of her life, and with a black man no less. It would be the memory of what happened at this place that would cause Julie eventually to weaken and to call Jason, seeking to have another tryst with him. While Jason had loved the sex with Julie, he also felt awful about it because Matt was such a genuinely nice guy. But Jason wasn't going to let that get in the way of his pursuit of Julie.
"Can you meet us later for dinner and drinks?" Matt asked. But Jason declined, saying that he was going to visit some friends in the area before heading out early in the morning.
"Matt, it's been great knowing you guys, and if you're ever in my area, give me a call and we can get together."
"Same here bro'. You call us as well; we have an extra bedroom if you ever decide to come to the Boston area. We'd love to get together. Really!"
"Do you want to come in and have a drink Matt? I have some scotch and I've got beer as well."
"Sure Jas, I can come in for one drink, and then I need to get back. I left Julie lying on the bed with a little headache. She looked sweaty and flushed when I got back from the store."
Jason stepped back to let Matt in as he thought about Julie being flushed and sweaty. She must have run back to their room, and just beaten Matt there. Jason poured two drinks, one of scotch on ice for Matt, and one of Jack on ice for himself. As Jason looked at Matt, it occurred to him exactly what had attracted Julie to Matt. Here was an incredibly good looking white stud, great face, body, the works. On top of that, Matt could clearly have any girl he wanted, and Julie knew that. That made him all the more attractive to her. These qualities, combined with his great job, made him the perfect catch for the fantastically beautiful Julie. And on top of all of this, Julie and Matt seemed to genuinely love one another.
But, Jason thought happily, there was something about himself that attracted Julie and caused her to act in a way that she probably never did. He had always been chased after by both black and white girls and now women. Maybe it was the taboo of doing it with a black guy that excited Julie. Maybe she liked the thrill of the risk involved with her behavior. Clearly, she liked the sex very much. And now, Jason felt he had her hooked. If she was not already pregnant, she would contact him soon so they could screw around more, and he would be fucking this nice white guy's wife again and again in the years ahead. And, when she did contact him, Jason would require her to go on the pill if she wanted to get together with him again. Even though he knew Julie and Matt wanted a family, Jason did not want to use rubbers, or for Julie to use foams. And, most of all, he did not want her beautiful body ruined by a pregnancy. He did not really like the idea of having a biracial baby, and he did not want the woman he was fucking to be carrying someone else's baby, even if that someone else was her husband. If she did not like his rules, he would take his bat and balls and go home. But, somehow, he knew she would comply. And, eventually he thought he might just take her away completely from Matt, even though Matt was a helluva nice guy. It really depended on what else and who else came into Jason's life. He liked the sex with Julie very much, but he wasn't going to commit too much of himself to her, because he knew if some other stud that interested her came along, she already had a track record of being unfaithful. So, he figured he would enjoy the game. And, if she wanted to play in that game, she would have to play by the rules he set down.
Matt finished his drink, said his final goodbyes to Jason, and was on his way. When he got back to their room, he found Julie was in the shower, the second one she had taken in only a couple of hours. He figured she thought it would make her feel better after the little headache and sweats that she had had earlier.
As Julie washed herself, she orgasmed several times thinking of how Jason's hands felt on her breasts, his fingers on her nipples, her g spot, in her pussy. She still felt the warmth of his swollen black shaft that had again pushed deeper into her cunt than had any other man's. Her heart ached at the thought that she would not be together with her hot black lover again. And then, she thought ever so briefly, that maybe, just maybe once, she could call him and they would get lucky, their schedules would mesh, and they could get together for a reunion of sorts.
Julie and Matt returned to Boston two days after Jason left the inn. During these past two days, Julie's thoughts were consumed with daydreaming about lying under her naked black lover as his hard body pressed onto her and pistoned his thick black rod in and out of her drenched pussy. She relived the orgasms, the deep and passionate kisses, the pain and then the pleasure as he violated her tight ass with thick pleasure stick. She remembered sucking on his pulsing cock, stretching her mouth around its thick purplish black head, and how she gagged as he pushed deeper and deeper into her untrained esophagus. She recalled how she had finally learned to breathe through her nostrils thus allowing his thick pleasure wand to drive deep into her throat. And, then she remembered the feeling of Jason cumming as his cock was lodged in her throat and its warm sperm pulsed and flowed down her throat and into her stomach. She held his ass tightly as he emptied his love juices into her. She missed him a lot those first two days. And, Matt asked if everything was alright a couple of times because she seemed so preoccupied.
