Curious George

George sat at the bar nursing his second J&B of the night. He didn't want to drink it too fast because he knew what would happen if he did. He knew he would have a horrible hangover in the morning if he drank too many tonight and he hated those hangovers. Usually when he was careful he did not develop hangovers from scotch but if he overdid it there was no telling how bad his head would hurt in the morning.

Just as he took the glass from his lips and set it on the bar he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned slightly to see a stunningly attractive lady in a classic little black dress. His heart jumped as he looked at her, he couldn't help himself she was such a beautiful woman. She stood about eye level with him as he sat on the bar stool so he knew she would be a bit shorter than he when he stood up.

"Hi handsome, can a lady have a dance?"

George smiled warmly at this vision of beauty and offered her his hand, "Yes of course, it would be my honor."

He led her out to the dance floor as a slow number began playing on the juke box. The two danced as if they had been partners all their lives with him holding her close and she resting her head on his shoulder.

The song ended all too soon as did the dance. The lady stretched up onto her toes to kiss him gently on the cheek and whispered, "Thank you for the dance George, Happy Birthday."

He in turn kissed her on the cheek and replied, "Thank you Jane and thank you for the dance too."

He escorted her back to her table and turned to leave without another word.

As he made his way back to the bar his mind started to flash back in time to twenty nine years earlier. When he sat down at the bar he caught the attention of the bartender. "Please bring me another J&B Jimmie and make it a double."

Continuing to reflect on the past, a tear coursed its way down his cheek. Jimmie arrived with his drink and said, "This one is on the house George, Happy Birthday."

"Thanks Jimmie," he said as he wiped the tear away with a bar napkin. "I sure don't know why I put myself through this every year."

Jimmie patted his hand and replied, "I do George, I do." With that Jimmie walked away and left George to continue his reflection.

Twenty nine years ago today George had turned 21 and he and a couple of his buddies were out to celebrate. If you do the math you will know that tonight George is celebrating his 50th birthday. Martinsville was a small town back then and the best place to celebrate was the Rock River Country Club.

The RRCC had a typical bar for those who chose to have a few drinks and a well appointed spacious meeting room where bands, DJ's or a well stocked juke box played music every weekend. Those who chose to not drink or those too young to drink could still mingle with their friends and neighbors at the club and enjoy a social evening out. It was the place to be back then and still was today.

Twenty nine years ago there had been a DJ and George and his buddies wandered into the meeting room to scope out the girls that were there that night. George spotted Jane sitting with a few of her friends and walked over to ask her to dance.

She smiled up at him and said, "Of course I would love to dance with you George, it is your birthday today isn't it?"

"Yes it is," he answered back. "Do I get a birthday kiss from the prettiest girl here?"

"We will see George," she answered shyly. "We will see."

George noticed that she had blushed when she said that, but he was encouraged because she had not said no. He really liked this girl and enjoyed holding her close as they danced. She seemed to enjoy it too as she rested her head on his shoulder.

When the song ended Jane stretched up onto her toes and kissed him gently on the cheek and whispered, "Thank you for the dance George, Happy Birthday."

He in turn kissed her on the cheek and replied, "Thank you Jane and thank you for the dance too."

For twenty nine years George had one dance with Jane on his birthday and she kissed him on the cheek when it was over and she wished him a "Happy Birthday". They had not missed a single time in all those years.

By this time his double J&B was gone and he motioned for Jimmie to bring him yet another. Jimmie looked at him questioningly and George nodded his head. Usually he had two drinks, danced with Jane, had his double and left for home. Then Jimmie realized it was George's 50th birthday and understood.

"Here you go George, have as many as you want tonight, I will make sure someone gives you a ride home," Jimmie added.

"Thanks Jimmie that would be great. You are a good friend."

"Well George, I have been serving you drinks on your birthday since you turned 21 and I wouldn't want you to get into any trouble or have an accident on your way home."

George lost himself in the scotch that night. He didn't remember how many more he had but it must have been a few more at least because he also didn't remember how he got home. All the memories of the last twenty nine years flooded though his mind. He had a hard time dealing with all the emotions and knew that he had broken down a couple of times.

Finally Jimmie cut him off and arranged for a ride home. The next thing George knew was that he had awakened with a huge hangover. A couple of years in the past ten had been bad, but this was the worst. He didn't ever remember his head hurting this badly.

George and Jane became an item soon after that first dance and dated for almost a year before their engagement. One year after he asked her to marry him they were married and they had their reception and dance right in that very hall.

Their marriage was quite typical with lots of romance and sexual desire. Both of them were virgins when they got married and they learned together. George was curious about a lot of different sexual positions and activities so they explored their sexuality together. Jane wasn't a prude in any sense of the word and willingly delved into everything George suggested.

To put it mildly, they were hot for one another and learned a lot about what pleased one another over their married lives. There was very little that they didn't do in their marriage. They tried out any position they ever heard of or read about and some that they made up. They were frequent visitors to the joys of oral sex and on the rare night they delved into the anal pleasures. Neither of them was obsessed with anal sex but when the mood was right they had no trouble getting there.

Most people would say they had a perfect marriage. They complimented each other well and always seemed to be happy with one another.

Now we know that there are no perfect marriages and George and Jane were no exception to that. They had many of the usual spats. He was lazy when she had projects to do. She was pushy when he just wanted to relax. The cost of his toys was too great. She spent too much on clothes.

The kids were too noisy when he was trying to work and she didn't keep them quiet. He didn't help out enough with the household chores.

You get the picture. They were pretty damn normal as married couples go. But what had gone so wrong in their marriage that they were not together any longer?

George was curious.

Looking Back

He had just turned 40 a couple of weeks earlier and as many people do he was reflecting on his life and maybe was just a little depressed because everything hadn't gone the way he expected. Oh, he was a successful real estate broker and they didn't have too many worries financially. He was happy with his wife and family too but he just turned 40 and doubts seem grow out of nothing when you turn 40.

George had enrolled in a seminar to obtain some education on the benefits of Starker Exchanges and how the paperwork needed to be completed to eliminate problems in the exchange. It was a two day seminar in St. Louis and he would spend two nights away from home, away from Jane.

He and Jane had been married for seventeen years and George had never spent one night away from home alone. He had been separated from Jane a few times for fishing or hunting trips but always was with friends or family. This would be a first for him being away alone.

The last plane of the day to St. Louis left at 6:45 P.M. so Jane took him to the airport. They bid their farewell with passionate hugs and kisses and as George stepped into the walkway to the airplane he heard Jane tell him, "Be good honey."

He glanced back at her and said, "I'll be very, very good, or else I will be better," with a big grin on his face and he blew her a kiss.

Jane laughed but stuck her tongue out at him. They had always laughed about the old nursery rhyme:

The Little Girl With a Curl There was a little girl who had a little curl, Right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good, she was very, very good, But when she was bad, she was horrid.

They always changed it to: When she was good, she was very, very good, But when she is bad she was better.

George arrived on schedule and made his way to The Pavilion Hotel in downtown St. Louis where the seminar was going to be held. As soon as he got checked in and settled into his room he went down to Catcher's Bar and Grille for a drink before turning in. It was a little sports bar in the hotel and he enjoyed a short relaxing time and a couple of beers.

There was a pretty active crowd watching the Cardinals on TV and George had a good time. He assumed that a number of the people here would be attending the seminar the next two days like he was. At one point while he was glancing around the room he made eye contact with an attractive redhead. She smiled at him and he returned her smile. Nodding his head toward her he raised his glass as a form of salute and she smiled again.

George knew that he needed to go call Jane before she went to bed so he got up to leave Catcher's. As he turned to leave he glanced once more in the direction of the redhead and she was looking at him again. He waved goodbye to her and walked out of the bar and up to the elevators to go to his room.

After he called Jane he prepared himself for the next day's classes and got ready for bed. Being in a strange bed all alone he found it difficult to fall asleep and started the thought process that would be his downfall.

"I wonder what it would be like to be with that redhead," he asked himself. "She was very attractive."

"Jane is the only woman I have ever been with.. I just wonder what it would be like to make love to another woman. Stop it George, you are happily married man and you could never do that to Jane. She is all you need. But, I wonder what it would be like," he kept asking himself as he fell asleep.

In the morning George gathered his materials for the seminar and after he had registered he situated himself in a spot that offered a good view of the podium and screen but wasn't too close to the front of the room. He went back and picked up some coffee and a bagel with cream cheese and returned to the seat he had staked out.

Sitting in the seat adjacent to the one he had selected was the redhead he had seen in the bar the previous night.

"Hi there," she said, "I remember you from last night in the sports bar. My name is Monica. I guess we will be learning the same things here for the next two days." She was just beaming at him the whole time and he felt she might be teasing him just a little.

He said, "Hi Monica, I am George." Was he correct in reading something into the way she said that? Or was he a 40 year old man looking for a bit of affirmation?

George was actually a very handsome man with dark hair turning slightly grey at the temples. He had always kept himself looking trim by working out a couple of days a week and walking three or four others. He always felt that his appearance was important for him to be successful in his business. He also always wanted to look good for his wife. She was a beauty and deserved a husband that took care of himself.

He knew he should just pick up his things and move to a different location. He knew that his thoughts of the previous night would return and haunt him for the whole day. He knew he should just run, but he also did not want to be rude. George figured he could handle this and not be either rude or at risk. And, of course, he was just a little curious.

"I just wonder what it might be like," over and over that thought kept crossing his mind.

By lunchtime it was driving him crazy. When the instructor called for a break for lunch Monica asked him, "Would you like to have lunch with me?"

George knew he didn't dare so he made an excuse, "I really have a few things I have to work on over the lunch break that I have to fax back to my office before we resume this afternoon, but thank you for the invitation. Perhaps another time would work better."

He could see the disappointment in her eyes but she did smile at him and said, "Ok, maybe it would work out better another time." George took some satisfaction that she was genuinely interested in him.

"I just wonder."

When he returned from lunch George made a point of sitting in a different spot for the afternoon session. A couple of times during the remainder of the day he glanced over to where Monica was sitting. Once she looked his way and he saw the confusion and a hurt expression on her face. He really didn't want to be rude to her; she had done nothing to deserve that. George felt bad the rest of the day that he had hurt her.

As the seminar was dismissed for that day he packed up his things and waited for Monica to walk toward him. He asked her, "Would you join me for a drink before dinner Monica?"

She smiled brightly at him and asked, "Are you sure George?"

George smiled back, "Yes I am sure." And he was curious.

One drink turned into two. Cocktails turned into dinner. Dinner flowed into after dinner drinks and then to dancing. George lost track of time and forgot about Jane. He was so very curious.

The next thing he knew was that he was in her room. He sat on her bed with her standing in front of him between his legs and he was gently caressing her breasts through her blouse. Then he pressed his face into her tummy and held her tight around her butt cheeks and felt her hands press his face tighter yet into her.

George heard Monica moan softly at the feelings she was having and started to unbutton her blouse slowly.

"Yes George," she said, "I want your lips on my nipples. Please George hurry."

That was all it took. George quickly opened the rest of the buttons and slipped the blouse off and tossed it onto the chair along side the bed.

"Show me your beautiful breasts Monica," he whispered. He was so caught up in the excitement of this beauty that he could hardly speak. His hands were shaking.

Monica slowly unclasped the lacey pink bra and held it to her breasts while smiling at George. "Beg me to show you my tits George," she teased.

"Oh GOD Monica, I can't wait to pull your nipples into my mouth and suck them hard," he moaned. "Show me those beautiful tits so I can nurse on them and bite them and play with them. Please Monica!"

With that she dropped the bra to the chair and turned to George.

"Do it George, do it all!"

Before he knew what had hit him Monica was lying naked on her bed and George had his face buried in her tits sucking them like he had never sucked a tit in his life. He loved it. He bit gently on each nipple and pulled it tightly out away from her body stretching them as far as they would go without hurting her. Pulling her nipples brought her breasts along with them to elongated points. He just loved it.

Then he would suck and tease more and more and Monica was moaning constantly, "Oh yes George, suck me, lick me, bite me, pull my tits, I want you to devour them. Oh yes, oh yes, oh yessssssss."

George let his hand slide down into the valley of her treasure and began to gently rub her pubic mound. Letting his hand creep lower until he felt the slight bulge of her clit he massaged around it but never let his fingers touch it. All the time, he never stopped eating the nipples right off of her tits.

By this time Monica was in a major case of heat and was squirming around trying to get George to finger her clit. He worked her every way he could, grazing her labia and hinting he would hit her clit but never quite getting there.

"It is your turn to beg Monica, beg me to finger you, beg me to make your clit sing with joy as I bring you to climax. Beg Monica."

"Oh YESSSS George, I want you to make me explode inside. I want to feel your hot fingers and tongue on my clittie. Oh PLEASSSSSEEEEE do it George. Make me CUMMMMM."

And he did. Nothing else mattered to George any longer. He finger fucked and ate Monica for a long time, bringing her to the edge of climax time and time again without letting her go over.

"Oh God George, you are killing me, let me cum baby, let me cum please, please, PLEASEEEE," she screamed.

He couldn't hold out any longer and buried his tongue in her sweet pussy and sucked and licked her unmercifully while rubbing her clit at the same time. George heard the groan start deep in her throat and explode in an earth shattering scream, "OOOOOOOHHHHH GawwwwDDDDDDDDD," as he finally pushed her over the edge.

He didn't stop. He tongue fucked and massaged that beautiful woman until she had cum three or four times and virtually collapsed from the intensity of it all. God, he had never experienced the thrill of making a woman cum quite like he had just done to Monica. He loved it.

When Monica had recovered sufficiently George positioned himself at the entrance to her pussy and started what would be the most intense fuck so far in his life. He couldn't believe the restraint he had from exploding himself. He had never had this kind of control before and just fucked her for what seemed like an eternity.

"Oh yes my darling George, fuck meee, fuck me fuck me , oh yesss do it, do MEEEEE.," she wailed. "Yess, yes yes yes yes yes yes fuck meeee fuckkk meeeee." On and on she begged and George did just that.

"Fuck me Georgie, fuck me Georgie, fuck me, make me your woman, fuck my pussy, fuck it hard baby, fuck meeeee, fuck me into heaven Georgie cum in meee."

And it continued like that until George couldn't hold out any longer and plunged his hot poker into her smoldering depths and the molten lava of his loins exploded into her with the intensity of a volcano. George emptied himself into this beautiful woman and she willingly took it all, never ceasing the moaning as she climaxed over and over again. His release triggered one final enormous explosion deep within her, their fluids merged and seeped out around his engorged cock. It was heaven.

George collapsed onto her briefly and then rolling to the side he took her face into his hands and told her, "Monica that was the most fantastic orgasm I have ever had. Oh God baby, that was unbelievable."

Monica smiled and leaned into him and kissed him gently on the lips and said, "Oh George, it was marvelous. Thank you."

George was no longer curious, now he knew. This was wonderful.

He got up from the bed and dressed himself and gently kissed her again.

"Goodnight Monica," he said, "That was so wonderful. Thank you. I will see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight George."

When he got to his room George was struck with guilt. He realized for the very first time what he had just done. He had cheated on his beautiful loving wife Jane and could never take it back. He was devastated. "How could I do that to her?" he asked himself over and over again.

He realized too that he couldn't talk to her right now because she would know something was wrong and besides it was too late to call her now. He would call her in the morning.

When he called Jane in the morning she was upset that he hadn't called her the night before. "What happened to you George?" she asked suspiciously. "Why didn't you call me last night?"