Jacob Jones' Paybac Forward

Me and Mrs Jones, by Billy Paul.

Me and Misses Jones

We got a thing going on

We both know that its wrong

But it's much to strong

To let it go now

Jacob Jones sat by the pool, sipping his morning coffee as he watched the sun rising higher. "Today is going to be a scorcher," he muttered to himself. Although it was a Saturday and he had finally returned home late last night, he was wearing a dress shirt and tie with trousers. His suit jacket remained draped over the chair next to him. The briefcase sitting on that same chair was an unwelcome reminder that he had a meeting this morning to brief his bosses on his latest business trip.

As he sipped his coffee, Jacob looked out past the pool at his latest home improvement project. The Great Wall of Jones was finally beginning to progress. Jacob didn't have the time, and he hated to admit much less the energy, to build the block wall himself. He had wisely hired a neighbor kid to build the wall. Digging, forming and pouring the first segment of footing had taken a weekend. Building the first two pilasters and wall segment had taken almost forever as he taught the kid how to work rebar, mix mortar, cut block, apply mortar and lay block. Janine had been disappointed that he was so profoundly exhausted that her eagerness to give him a massage didn't progress to lovemaking those weekends home. However; the kid had learned. He had built the next two segments and pilasters by himself in only two weeks. If he was a professional, he would be fired for working so slowly. However; the quality of his work was more than just acceptable. Hopefully; the kid would get faster.

Jacob would have only absentmindedly acknowledged the breakfast that Janine placed in front of him rather than almost choke on his coffee if he hadn't noticed that she was wearing a bikini rather than her habitual, frumpy housecoat or maybe her demure, one piece swimsuit. Even more amazing, Janine was wearing the bikini that he had coaxed her into buying during their Caribbean cruise a half dozen years ago. It wasn't a thong style. However; the bottoms revealed an inch or so of her butt cleavage and the much smaller triangle in front failed to fully conceal her neatly trimmed but unshaven pubic hair. The top was barely adequate to cover her nipples and surrounding aureoles much less really contain or even restrain her big breasts.

Janine's reluctance to buy the bikini had been motivated as much or more by anxiety about her maternal physique rather than by her habitual modesty. She had acknowledged that they were thousands of miles away from anyone that they knew. In truth, Jake hadn't been able to honestly dispute her complaints that she no longer had the body to wear a bikini. He had been hoping that wearing the bikini anyway might boost Janine's self confidence or at least relax her inhibitions. Unfortunately; the timing of their cruise could not have been worse. Although he at least had been trying to be careful, they had a child who would be starting First Grade in the Fall to attest that it had certainly been easier to get her out of her bikini than her usual, one piece swimsuit. Wearing that bikini might have failed to boost Janine's ego or relax her inhibitions, but she had been pleased that they brought home a little souvenir from their cruise. The bikini actually looked more alluring on her now because she had finally slimmed down and toned up a bit.

Janine smiled coquettishly as she poured Jacob another cup of coffee, then she set the pot down in front of him and jumped into the pool. As he watched his wife swim laps in their new pool, he realized that the pool might have been the best investment that he had ever made. The solar hot water panels on the roof of the pool house combined with the insulated pool cover with the mechanized retracting mechanism had allowed his wife to swim daily all Fall and Winter. She was now doing the breast stroke towards him which intermittently revealed her deep cleavage. The display became even more alluring when she turned around and rolled over to do the backstroke. One could easily imagine Janine actually using her double-Dee breasts like paddles rather than her arms to propel herself through the water.

It was only when Janine climbed out of the pool that Jake remembered why when they had returned home from their cruise, she had vowed to never wear that bikini again. The white fabric turned translucent when it was wet. As she readjusted the top to settle a renegade breast back into its inadequate triangle of fabric, he noticed that her jet black pubic hair which failed to really conceal her labia was very visible through the damp fabric. Janine's nipples and large, dark aureoles also might have been nearly nude. He had had to spend a lot of money on drinks to keep his wife buzzed enough to wear it around the pool during their cruise. He was now glad that he had talked her out of throwing away her new bikini after they got home. She had carefully tucked her bikini away in her lingerie drawer as a souvenir when she realized that she had gotten pregnant during their cruise.

As Janine warmed up Jacob's coffee, he found himself appraising her as if he were an accountant rather than an engineer. Her assets definitely exceeded her liabilities. By contemporary standards, she was overweight or maybe even obese. However; her wide hips and big breasts gave her a classic hourglass figure in spite of her belly that was neither flat or firm. She looked a lot like Marie Devereux, that caricature of Elizabeth Taylor that had danced with Pan in the movie CLEOPATRA. Jacob suddenly found himself wishing that he didn't have to go to his damn meeting. However; this project would ultimately earn him a bonus that would pay for not just the Great Wall of Jones but the pool.

Janine hesitantly asked, "how late will your meeting be?" She was obviously hoping that his meeting would be brief. He had been to tired and jet lagged when she picked him up at the airport last night. He hadn't awakened her when he got up this morning. He had rationalized that there would be time this afternoon or this evening after the party. There would be plenty of opportunities. Their younger children were staying with their grandparents over most of the Summer. Their eldest was spending the summer backpacking the Pacific Crest trail with a group that included her boyfriend. If not this afternoon or maybe after the party that they were to attend this evening, there was always Sunday afternoon after church or even Sunday evening. They were getting to the age when their usually almost weekly routine should be sufficient. They were getting past the age when they didn't need another, unexpected, little souvenir. He was getting to an age when he would have difficulties if he was fatigued or failed to take time to fully recuperate. About once a week was almost more than sufficient, at least for Jacob.

"I should be home by noon unless the bosses extend the meeting out over lunch," Jacob replied. Janine's obvious disappointment inspired him to add, "I'll try to get home as soon as I can." Janine expressed her displeasure by jumping back into the pool. Jacob swore to himself, "shit. Now she'll be petulant and bitchy," he muttered as she was swimming the length of the pool underwater.

Jacob's ruminating about his wife was interrupted when Jamal walked into the backyard. They had known the kid since he was only a, well, a little kid. His mother was a widow who worked as a humble secretary. She somehow managed to hang on to the worst house in their best neighborhood. Everyone helped out the widow, at least a little bit, whenever they could. It was just being neighborly rather than charity.

Jamal was now becoming a grown man. He would be leaving for college in the fall, thanks in part to a football scholarship as well as Jacob and Janine's tutoring far more than affirmative action. Although he was hearing impaired, which had inspired his mother to hold him back a year or so, and had more than a touch of Asperger Syndrome, he was a smart kid. Given his social deficits, most people would mistake him for a ghetto gang banger. In reality, Jamal was a good kid.

Only a few months earlier, Jamal had overpowered and disarmed a bank robber who might have escalated from just shooting up the bank building to shooting people. The robber had been armed with one of those KelTec shotguns. Although a KelTec is a conventional pump action shotgun rather than a semiautomatic, it had twin magazine tubes. The shotgun had been loaded with twelve rounds of slugs as well as thirteen rounds of buckshot. The slugs which had about ten times the wounding capacity of a bullet from an AR-15 had reamed the bank building end to end to then penetrate adjacent buildings. The buckshot had been even worse. Each round of number four buckshot had contained almost the equivalent of an entire magazine from an AR-15. The robber had brought a satchel full of extra ammunition.

While the police had been cowering in the parking lot waiting for the shooting to stop, Jamal had rushed into the bank building. The disarming of the bank robber had included not just a violent tackling but the breaking of both of the robber's arms. Jamal had been threatening to shove the shotgun up the robber's ass when the police finally found the courage to enter the building.

Jacob and Janine were grateful to Jamal because Janine had been shopping in a nearby store. A slug had actually penetrated two walls to buzz past her only a few feet away. Another woman who had been almost a mile away hadn't been so lucky. A one ounce hunk of lead falling at terminal velocity had penetrated her skull. It had taken work crews almost two weeks to repair the damages to the bank building.

Unfortunately; Jamal's heroism hadn't earned him the rewards that he deserved. The bank teller as well as Janine and some of the other wives in the neighborhood had attempted to play matchmaker. Unfortunately; Jamal remained the socially awkward loner that frightened the girls. If anything, the mass shooting incident had only confirmed how formidable he could be. ANTIFA and Black Lives Matter had only inflamed racial tensions with their critical race theory bullshit. The few people of color in his school were actually South Asians who were even more contemptuous of Africans as they were of Caucasians. They even discriminated against each other based on caste! The neighborhood wives had been unsuccessful in their efforts to recruit a girl who would divest Jamal of his virginity. Janine had even attempted to set him up with their own daughter, but she hadn't been interested.

Although Jamal was wearing swim trunks, he was carrying his work clothes in a duffle bag as well as a satchel for his masonry tools. Jacob said, "I wasn't expecting you to work today. However; now that you are here, let's go over your work before you start swimming." Jake led the kid over to the wall. The blocks had been laid straight and level. The decorative embossings were properly oriented. There were only a few beehive voids that needed filling.

As Jacob and Jamal returned to the pool, Janine finally surfaced at the shallow end. She was obviously struggling to catch her breath after her prolonged swim underwater. As Jake watched her heaving breasts, he wondered if she had really been underwater that long. Most men would lecherously agree that his wife definitely had the lungs for prolonged, underwater swimming. As he watched his wife's heaving breasts, one of her heaving breasts escaped from her bikini again. Eventually; Jake realized that Jamal was also watching Janine's heaving breasts. He was looking at her far more intently than usual.

Jacob almost panicked as Janine walked towards them through waist deep water, obviously intending to get out of the pool. Jamal was about to see his wife nearly nude! However; saying anything now would just embarrass the kid and humiliate Janine. He pretended to be calm and remained silent as she walked up the steps to fully reveal her voluptuous body to them. Her bikini bottoms had slipped down to reveal far more than just an errant tuft of pubic hair. As Janine belatedly readjusted her bikini top to corral her errant breast then her bikini bottom, Jamal jumped into the water, no doubt to conceal the formidable bulge in his swimsuit.

Realizing that hanging around would only prolong the awkward moment as well as cause him to be late for his meeting, Jacob picked up his jacket and briefcase, kissed Janine goodbye, then turned and walked away. He turned to look when he heard the splash of Janine jumping back into the pool. It wasn't until he was on the freeway driving towards the city when the golden oldies radio station started playing MISSES ROBINSON that Jacob realized just how bizarrely familiar his situation was. "Shit!" The expletive erupted from his mouth unbidden as the song revived the long repressed memories of his youthful affair with a married woman. "Shit! Talk about karma. It would almost serve me right."

Jacob had trouble focusing during the meeting. He kept thinking about his wife being home and alone with Jamal. It was his own damn fault that the meeting was extended over to lunch and beyond. Fortunately; he had sealed the deal.

When the meeting was finally over, Jacob texted his wife that he was coming home. Only after he had pressed the "send" button did it occur to him that he might be making a tactical error. By warning Janine, he was spoiling the opportunity to catch them in the act. Then he wondered if he really wanted to catch them in the act. Aside from the fact that Jamal could beat the shit out of him, there was his marriage to consider. As discomforting as his suspicions were, he didn't feel compelled to confront Janine. Catching his wife actually having sex with Jamal would compel him to divorce her to salvage his manly pride. He suddenly, belatedly, wondered if Mister Robinson had been tortured by the same suspicions and ambivalence about confirming similar suspicions about his wife and Jacob.

As he was finally driving home, Jake reminded himself that his own fling with a married woman hadn't progressed beyond not so innocent flirtations until her husband was out of town. It had also taken them some time to progress to kissing, petting and then oral before they finally had sex. Even after they finally began having sex, they had usually been circumspect about when they had sex. Jake could count on one hand the number of times that he could recall when they had risked it when her husband was in town. He couldn't imagine Janine risking it when he might return home unexpectedly from his meeting.

When Jacob walked into the backyard, he found Janine, still wearing her bikini, reclining on a chase lounge in a shaded area on the patio, reading. A stack of chemistry and physics textbooks suggested that there had been some innocent tutoring going on. Jamal was now wearing his work clothes as he was setting a course of block on the wall. Jake noticed that it was only the first course of block. Although he was getting older, he could still set that many block in less than half an hour.

When Jake approached his wife, he noticed that her bikini was soaking wet. The fabric once again barely obscured her nipples, aureoles and dark pubic hair. She had obviously been swimming again and recently. Alternatively, she had showered. Jake could far to easily imagine why she might have taken a quick shower in anticipation of his returning home. The possibilities evoked his anxieties as she greeted him with a deep, passionate kiss. Although he was suspicious, he was actually glad that he had texted her.

Jacob accepted Janine's invitation to sit down while she fetched them drinks. As she was leaving, she picked up her own, empty glass to get herself a refill. As his wife set his Bourbon and Cola in front of him, he noticed another glass on the table that was empty except for some melting ice. Jake didn't need to do the thermodynamic calculations to know that the glass hadn't been sitting there long. He picked the glass up and took a sniff. The aroma of Bourbon was unmistakable. Technically; it was illegal for Janine to serve alcohol to a young man whose twenty-first birthday was almost two years away. However; Jake had treated Jamal to a beer once in a while. Unfortunately; the implications of his wife drinking with the young stud when they were alone were different.

As Jake and Janine sipped their drinks, he contemplated his predicament. He only had suspicions. Those suspicions were as yet unconfirmed and probably unjustified. His suspicions were alleviated when he noticed one of the oversized men's tank tops that Janine normally wore as a night shirt draped over a chair. It appeared that she had been wearing more than just her bikini during the tutoring session. Interrogating his wife when she was probably innocent was the worst thing he could do. It would be better for him to remain silent.

When their drinks were finished, Jake took Janine by the hand to lead her into their house. She glanced guiltily at Jamal, but relented when she realized that her husband didn't give a damn that they weren't home alone. Janine was giggling when Jake almost threw her onto their bed. She giggled even more as he pulled the strings to get her bikini bottoms off of her. Her giggling became moaning as his lips and tongue began to make love to her labia and clitoris. He was far more patient than usual, building up her arousal slowly. As he pleasured her, he was particularly vigilant for any nuances in her aroma and flavor that might confirm his suspicions. Jake had pleasured Janine orally not long after he had came in her often enough to know what aromas and flavors might be incriminating. He was almost certain that she was innocent. If not, at least she had asked Jamal to be careful. Eventually; he eased three fingers into her to find her gee-spot. Jake was elated when his wife climaxed.

As Jake repositioned himself to mount Janine, she eagerly welcomed him with open thighs. Jake was relieved that his erection was firm and unwavering. It would have been embarrassing for him to have difficulties again. His thrusting was more deliberate and disciplined than usual as he kissed Janine passionately. He didn't feel his usual sense of entitlement. He felt obligated to bring his wife to orgasm again. He succeeded.

As Jake's thrusting became more frantic, Janine whispered, "you might want to be extra careful." She glanced at her CycleBeads on her nightstand. The marker ring was on the second white bead. Jake was surprised that she hadn't demurred or at least warned him earlier. They, or at least he, had become far more vigilant since their little souvenir from their Caribbean cruise was born. Under their circumstances, he sure as Hell wasn't going to chastise his wife for her somewhat uncharacteristic, he would say confidence rather than recklessness. However; he was extra careful to withdraw in time to spill his seed safely on her belly.

With their serendipitous love making over, Jane retreated to their bathroom to rinse the semen off of her belly. Jake finished undressing and put on his swim trunks. Taking the hint, Jane put her bikini bottoms back on. As they went back outside, Jake was shamed by the realization that they had been gone for less than an hour. Fortunately; Janine wasn't complaining about their quickie.

Taking a dip in the pool with his wife helped to alleviate Jacob's anxieties. As they swam around, he noticed Jamal packing up his tools to leave. He tried to conceal his relief as he waved goodbye.

After an hour of frolicking, Jacob and Janine got out of the pool to shower and get dressed for the party at his boss' house. Janine surprised him by wearing her little black dress. Aside from a low neckline that displayed her deep cleavage, the hemline was almost at mid thigh to flaunt her shapely legs. Even more surprising, rather than wearing her habitual pantyhose, her tanned legs were bare.