Never Too Old

Authors Notes

Has Jackie gone too far in trying to reconcile with her husband. Is it time to cut and run. Stephen was good for her, perhaps too good. But she couldn't give up on George - could she, should she?

Some sex, which is surprisingly difficult to write. I pictured it, the characters in my head, but trying to put those images down on pen and paper wasn't as easy had I'd imagined. I am sure those that cannot write sex scenes will criticise, and hopefully those that can will offer constructive advice.

I admit I struggle with the BTB mentality, which seems to be prevalent with 'anonymous.' Sandy just calls me her softy but reminds me it is fiction. I'm nearing the end and haven't quite decided what to do, writing two, possibly three endings.

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Chapter Three:

Sat across from Jackie, it wasn't exactly what Stephen had been hoping to hear.

"A partnership" he queried.

It wasn't quite the proposal Emma had suggested to her mother. "An equal partnership," corrected Jackie, emphasising the 'equal'.

As if afraid to stop talking less he say no, Jackie went on at breakneck speed to explain the conditions under which she was prepared to sell him 50% of her business. Throwing in that if he wanted to put the McCabe name above the door, he was welcome to do so, although she felt her name would be better for continuity.

Name aside, she would continue run the business but for three days a week, she'd draw a commiserate salary and 50% share in any profit dividend plus a personal commission related bonus. They could enter the partnership with each having the first option to buy the other out if one decided to sell.

She slowed down as she saw he didn't look that enthused. She said this arrangement suited her because she'd be able to spend more time with George hopefully to repair her marriage.

Feeling she had to, Jackie smiled, "Perhaps 'Rogers & McCabe'. That has a sexy ring to it don't you feel?"

He suddenly laughed as if disbelief at what he'd heard, then with a grinning innuendo filled drawl. "Basically, you want to rescue your marriage by taking me as 'your sleeping' partner."

After months and months of growing sexual tensions it came naturally for Jackie to brush her hair from her ear and smile "Trust you to put it like that."

He chuckled, and then more firmly... "Is that a Yes?"

Jackie sat back; she wasn't slow in reading his take. "George is a good man, and... Look I like you; you know that, I like what we have. But I'm not about to jump into bed with you in order to..."

Stephen almost taunted with is attitude to her husband. "Excuse my frankness, but a 'good man' doesn't neglect a woman as beautiful as you. Whatever George is or isn't, he doesn't deserve you."

Jackie scoffed, "And you do?"

Shooting back, "I'd like to be a part of your life, yes."

She swallowed a little taken back by Stephens unusually aggressive approach. She asked, "Stephen... Where's this coming from..."

He sat back, stirred his coffee. "I've tired of waiting for you to make up your mind."

"Waiting?" Jackie looked puzzled, "I've told you... You'll finally get your hands my business, well half of it and first shout on the rest."

Stephen shook his head. "No... I'm tired of waiting for more than what we have."

Like a light bulb had been switched on, Jackie opened her mouth and then said, "Oh?"

"Yes - Oh."

In a way of asking 'why me' she told him. "You have your other women."

They both fell silent. Jackie spoke first. "Look - This is a good deal!"

He laughed. "For you. You'll be working three days a week, have you given any thought to the other two days when you're not there, not to mention the weekends? You'll still be drawing a salary, plus you want 50% of any profits - and a Commission... And me, well I get to fork over a small fortune for the privilege of letting you do so."

"Stacy is quite capable of picking up any slack and it would help for a smooth transition should I sell you the other half of my shares."

"So now you're picking who will run the business once you leave?"

Jackie felt she needed to explain some more. "I didn't quite mean it like that..."

Stephen spoke over her. "For arguments sake, what if I need to liquify my investment and make use of the sell/buyout clause, is it likely you'll have the funds to reimburse me... If not, I'll be stuck with a 50% shareholding in a business, a business that I don't have any deciding say in how its run - a business that no one else is likely to want to buy..."

He paused. "So, I ask again... What is in it for me?"

Jackie felt wrong footed. "We could negotiate on any salary and commission."

"Won't cut it."

Jackie was exasperated. "Stephen, I thought you'd welcome the opportunity to get your hands on the business."

Stephen sat up and looked her in the eyes. "But I wouldn't be, would I? I'm not getting my hands on your business... So, to be more direct, what I want to know is - what else would I be getting my hands on? What else would my money be buying me?"

She looked at him, saw the way he looked at her. She knew what he meant, she wasn't sure she liked the message, what he was being less than subtle in insinuating. "You don't give up do you."

"Okay Jackie, hand on heart, and be honest... Tell me you hate the idea of us two together."

Jackie seemed lost for words. "Are you being serious?"

"Have you ever known me be anything but when it comes to you?"

"Stephen, you're being an ass. I'm married, we already do more than I should... I've come to you with this proposal to save my marriage..."

He gave her his smile.

She suddenly remembered her daughters' words and mumbled, "A Friend with benefits!"

Stephen leant in, "What was that?"

She smiled, "What you're wanting, the two of us, to be friends with benefits...? I believe that's what they call it!"

"I want us to be together, yes"

Jackie paused. "Why ask this of me? Why now?"

Stephen looked serious. "Come on Jackie."

Jackies feathers seemed ruffled.

Stephen softened his demeanour. "You're too afraid - afraid you'll find something your marriage doesn't give you. So, by all means you tell yourself you love George."

Jackie half growled. "Do you know how long George and I have been married? I'm not going to throw that away."

Jackie sighed, calmed herself, looked at Stephen. "Stephen, truth is you're right... I am scared that if I let myself..." Another pause, "That if I start... I won't be able to stop..."

Stephen smiled. "We can have what we want. If you want romance, I can be romantic. If you want red roses with chocolates, I'll give you red roses with chocolates. I like you and you like me."

Speaking as if she was struggling. "I'm not going to leave my husband for you."

Stephen sighed. "I'm not asking you to... Although I wouldn't blame you if you did... Not, after the way he's treated you."

Jackie sighed heavily. "You just want a booty call."

Stephen laughed. "Jackie, I'm not about to ask you to run off with me. But yes, I would like a 'booty call' but more than that, I would like us to date, I'd like 'you' to give 'us' a chance."

Stephen sighed heavily. "Look... If you want no strings with no promises, we can have no strings with no promises, we can be friends with benefits... If you feel better telling yourself it's strictly a business agreement; I'll go with that too."

Jackie leant forward. "If I was to say you're right. If I admit, yes, I have been fighting myself, that I too have been wanting more, that I've dreamed of more... I can't just..."

"I'd say you can, I say allow yourself to live, to have some fun, to let things fall where they will... If you want discrete, I can be discrete... But, if by any chance you want a little excitement, a little risk, something to liven up the day - then I can provide that in bucket loads too. You don't have to leave your marriage."

"But What if George found out, what then?"

"So, you're going to let yourself be unhappy over something that might or might not happen." Looking and sounding as if he was giving up, "You're right, my bad, don't know what I was thinking."

Jackie could see Stephen was pissed off. She hadn't meant him to be, and what he was asking wasn't anything she hadn't thought about, wasn't anything she hadn't been wanting herself.

Jackie laughed, "That's quite some al a carte buffet you're offering me..."

"You still haven't said no."

She smiled. "No, I haven't, have I."

"Does that mean you're tempted?"

"Oh God Stephen... Of course, I'm tempted. Do you know how many men I've looked at, wanted to be with other than George...? One - you."

"So, what's stopping you?"

"Oh, the fact I'm married."

Stephen shook his head. "Jackie, You've never been less married."

Jackie huffed with a half laugh. Knowing his words rang true, "I've been tempted for a long time." She looked thoughtful. Then being serious she leant forward. "But I don't know if I'm ready to be just another notch on your bedpost?"

He laughed. "A notch on my bedpost? Don't sell yourself short."

Then he smiled. "Jackie, I'd like to think you know me well enough to know you mean more to me than that." He saw her head was somewhere else; she seemed deep in thought. He wasn't sure she was hearing him...

"Jackie?"

Jackie jumped from her thoughts and chuffed disbelievingly, "Yeah."

"Okay" said Stephen. "Cards on the table... You clearly don't want to leave George... Neither of us know if there is a long-term future for us... We both know you are unhappy with things as they are... And you know you can't keep going on the way you are... And that's why you've put forward the proposal you have."

Stephen took a deep breath. "Jackie. Even though it's not good business, I'm going to take the deal regardless of what your answer is... But I like to think we'd make a good partnership, both in and out of the bedroom."

Jackie smiled. "I'm worried I'll feel as if I was giving up on George."

Stephen, "Then don't... Throw as many bones his way as you want... Just throw one my way."

Jackie laughed. "Throw one your way?"

Jackie licked her lips, they felt dry. She began to smile. "You say no strings?

Stephen grinned. "Promise... No strings?"

Stephen decided to seize the moment, what had he to lose. He stood, walked to her side of the table, leaned in, and not caring who was watching he leaned in and kissed her, it wasn't quite what she'd expected from him standing up, and it wasn't quite an 'Officer and a Gentleman' moment, but nevertheless, she melted into his kiss. She did so enjoy Stephen's kissing. When they kissed. he gave her palpitations, sent her pulse racing. Their secretive relationship as it was, was exciting. This kiss was exciting, she felt her heart beating. This kiss was perfect. Not too much, not too little, not too hard, not too soft, not too short, not too long, affectionate with a wonderful undercurrent of unfulfilled passion - just perfect. It wasn't so much a kiss as an invitation.

He pulled back. "Well? Do I leave by myself or do I leave with you?"

With her passions aroused she didn't hesitate to reach for her leather shoulder bag. The look they gave each other said they wanted each other. Taking her hand, he pulled her from her chair, then with both of them smiling and Jackie wanting to burst into happy giggles, he slipped his arm around her lower back, and made to guide her out of the coffee shop and into the sunshine.

On the pavement he kissed her again, then guessing she might still want to be led, pulling her by her hand he began to walk her to his car. She didn't need to be led as she quick stepped to catch up. Now she was letting herself be as keen as he was. In the back of his mind, he didn't want to give her the time to change her mind.

"Let's go to my apartment"

They left her car. It didn't register that that was what they were doing, what she was doing, she just wanted to be with him. As they drove into town barely a word was said. Feeling she needed more than silence she turned the radio on, and then, with a smile, she slid her hand over his upper thigh and over his obvious erection. How he didn't get pulled over for speeding is anyone's guess?

***

The first thing he did after entering his apartment was to kick the door shut behind him, and as he did, she pressed and he pulled her to him, he planted another kiss to her lips. This kiss was longer, passionate, full of lust, there was a shared hunger between them. They banged against the wall. She had to have him and he had to have her, her arms around his neck, his arms around her back. Jackie just let her passion and her forceful kissing run free as if there would be no consequence. Neither held back, both were assertive, both wanting, fighting to come out on top.

They began to tear at each other's and their own clothing as they fumbled their way to what she presumed to be Stephen's bedroom; she was as enthusiastic as he was to get there. She had no thoughts of George at all, she was all Stephen. They were kissing, biting, chuckling, gasping, grunting. She gasped "Ouch" as she banged her head and laughed as pictures were knocked skewwhiff. Under their breath they began goading one another, Jackie eyes wide open to what she was doing, telling him how bad she wanted him. Then, out of nowhere, for a moment, she thought of George. She was about to commit adultery. Her heart was racing, her groin aching, throbbing as if to banish George she pushed against Stephen and pressed into him.

She gasped as if out of breath. "Don't be gentle. Not today..."

He growled, "God you're sexy."

Jackie kissed him and for the first time thought of her marriage, of George, of what sex with George had been like. In an instant she growled, "I'm telling you - I want different..."

Not really knowing what she meant, "Different?"

She held his face, "It's the only way I can do this... You have to be different - than George..."

"Okay... but how the fuck do I know what he's..."

Jackie stopped him, "Just fucking use me."

He grunted. "Oh God baby."

Jackie gasped again and with a big grin, "Let's just get all the nasty dirty stuff out of the way so we don't have to tip toe around..."

Stephen grinned as he squeezed her buttocks, "Oh - am I going to fuck you."

Jackie laughed, "You better."

With that he unceremoniously threw her onto the bed to wild squeals of joyous delight.

The curtains were open, the room filled with bright sunlight, the triple glazing keeping the street noise out. Pulling her half-slip down he stroked his hands along her thighs and over her granny pants, rubbing two fingers into her camel toe he kissed her neck. She was squirming, gasping, grunting, squealing with laughter, telling him not to bite

He laughed as he knelt and pulling at the elastic. "These definitely have to go..." He began to tug them down. Jackie was still laughing as she helped kick them off. As soon as she had she turned onto all fours to scramble her way onto the bed as if to escape his clutches. She then let out a loud yelp. Turning her head she gave him the biggest grin; she'd just received a playful slap to redden a bare ass cheek. A few more playful slaps followed.

This, their first time together was hectic, frantic, there was no script. Stephen still had the wherewithal to use a condom, even though she hadn't asked him to.

She reminded him he wasn't to be gentle, and he wasn't.

Stephen took Jackies wholesome curvy womanly body as he would that of a hooker, as if she was bought and paid for, as if she was his to do with as he wished. To begin with he pushed her belly down on the bed, her reddened ass smarting and on display to him. With her knees pressed together, he knelt astride to mount her from behind. There was little foreplay. His hand that had been gripping the nape of her neck to hold her in place, slipped around to her throat to pull her head up by her chin, he pulled her head as far back as the arch of her back allowed. He began to whisper on her ear, "God, I want you", "You want my cock?". He growled as if demanding an answer, "You want my cock."

She gasped as best she could hardly able to talk, "Yes I want your cock... Fuck me."

He was taunting, teasing, "You're so sexy, so hot." With that he thrust violently inside her, she gasped as she felt his length push inside her, felt his body hit hers, she was wet, flooding. She took him, all of him, over and over, not that she had a choice as he fucked her. He was the second man she'd ever been with, and it immediately feet so different, perhaps it was the way he was moving, his energy, his physique, she didn't know, perhaps it was the way he was holding her, she only knew she loved it. She took all he had to give, was urging him on to fuck her. She could feel the difference in age between Stephen and George and the difference in their attitude to sex... This was sex for sex's sake and although there was only eight years between Stephen and George, that was enough for them to be a world apart. Stephen was a far more aggressive man, he was so sure of himself, she felt a strength an arrogance in him, in the midst of her lust she could feel the unapologetic power behind his thrusts. Stephen hadn't let his body go to seed, he didn't have a middle age spread, he had a thick head of hair that she could run her fingers through.

He blew onto the nape of her neck. "God, you smell good..." Then growled, if you were my wife..."

She snapped, "But I'm not..."

He snarled, "Right now you're mine... And now I've got you I don't know if I care to give you back."

She literally felt her vagina cramp around his cock and her chest tighten at his words. She wanted him more than ever.

That afternoon they fucked in countless positions. Stephen taking the lead, Jackie letting herself be manhandled from one position to the next, any resistance she might show met with firm harsh slaps to the ass. They fucked doggy, his thrusts from behind humping her up the bed towards the headboard, his hands grabbing her hips to pull her back onto him, they fucked missionary, kissing wildly as they did, they fucked sideways, spooning, her on top, reverse cowboy, and lots of oral - even licking her asshole, a first for her. Stephen's tonging sending her over the edge accompanied by wild screams, all while his fingers were working her pussy until she bucked and wetly and noisily spurted like a fountain. He bit and sucked her nipples, spanked her, choked her. Jackie was clawing and biting back, biting at his back, his chest, his shoulder, dragging her nails like talons down his back to grip his buttocks.

By the time he was finished with Jackie, she was an absolute sweating heaving exhausted wreck, she truly felt fucked, it wasn't simply that this had been the first time she'd been fucked in well over a year, it was as if she'd been fucked - 'for the first time'.

As she was gasping for breath and enjoying the afterglow, she couldn't get over the feeling, she knew she wanted more.

For the first time in her life, she had felt lost in a sexual experience, it had been like a haze, at times as if she was having an out of body experience. For the first time she'd been rimmed and couldn't believe how good it felt, she had pushed her ass out and with her own hands had pulled her ass cheeks apart to allow him easier access, just like she'd seen in porno films.

Jackie lost count of the orgasms or their strength, each seeming to endlessly run into the next. Then when she was little more than a rag doll and didn't think she could take any more he held her tight and came, he came with a roar to fill the condom.

As she stared at the ceiling, she felt satiated, exhausted, used, bruised, she'd felt able to express her love and need for him without being in love - it was the best feeling. Jackie was happy and soundly, soundly fucked. Jackie caught herself thinking 'Why didn't I do this before, why did I wait so long', 'What the fuck was wrong with me.'