Never Too Old

Authors note.

A mysterious envelope, a nightmare unfolds. An act of stupidity. What will the fallout be. Will it be reconciliation or recrimination.

More sex, more deceit, more betrayal. No one's looking good.

Sandy has advised I wrap it up, if not in this chapter, then in the next. She actually asked if I was projecting. She admitted she was worried I was seeing myself as George, as a victim, letting her know in some abstract way that I was unhappy.

I was happy to tell Sandy that she is totally wrong. Sandy in turn was happy to tell me that she in no way considered me to be a victim, never had. To her, 'our story' had always been about 'me and her', with fleeting appearances of bit part actors.

Chapter 4.

It was a sunny Saturday morning. George sat in the kitchen scanning the local newspaper; he was looking through his wife's listings, the business now advertising as 'Rogers & McCabe' had a full page spread. On the opposite page were the less high-end listings of 'McCabe Realty'. It appeared business was good.

Jackie had been away since Wednesday, attending some realtor convention and awards ceremony. She wouldn't be back until the Sunday evening. George felt that things between them had been slowly improving. Although she still refused to sell up, she was once again talking about the places she'd like them to visit. Jackie had asked him to return to the marital bed and though he'd changed the subject, he was now feeling he'd like to - it was just his erectile dysfunction. Could he tell her? It didn't seem as if he had any choice, wishful thinking wasn't going to make it go away, he wasn't getting better. He'd decided he'd talk with her when she got back, try and explain.

Every night she'd been away they had spoken; she'd rung him and they'd chatted. It had been good.

George though would have been shocked to know what Jackie had been doing as they'd had their nightly chit chats. Wednesday night she'd been sat astride Stephen McCabe, looking down at the grinning face of the man who was her lover, she could feel his nice cock inside her where it belonged. It was Stephen who had suggested out of mischief that she 'check in' to let her other half know she'd arrived safely.

Jackie gave him a look and said "I will, soon."

"Why not now?"

Jackie laughed in disbelief. "What? You, want me to stop so I can tell my husband I'm alright?"

"Who said anything about stopping?"

She knew Stephen had a dark side, a wicked sense of humour, she liked it, one she'd found she shared. With a raised questioning eyebrow, "You serious?"

"Yeah... Go on... Call him... It'll be fun" he said chuckling, "Think about it... You'll be riding my dick in Vegas while talking to your dick back home."

Jackie laughed "You're bad, you know that, you know you're going to hell... And he's not a dick."

"Hey, if he doesn't appreciate what a beautiful woman he is married to - he is a dick."

Jackie gave him a playful slap to his chest and the minimum of thought she said "Okay, I'll do it... But you gotta promise to be quiet".

He mimicked he would be by zipping his lips.

Moving carefully so as not to dislodge herself from his erection, Jackie stretched and reached over for her I-phone sat on the bedside cabinet. Phone in hand Jackie bit her lip as if reconsidering. Jackie gave him a look that said; it might be fun but is it a good idea'.

Seeing her hesitation Stephen took the phone, scrolled, pressed call and handed it back. She looked down at him wide eyed.

Before she could say anything, George answered. She looked down at Stephen warning him with her eyes to be quiet, and then grinned. She slowly started to rock her hips again and while still looking down at Stephen she spoke, "Hey babe." Playfully sticking out her tongue. "Just checking in."

George heard his wife's voice. "Hey... You get there alright then, no hold-ups."

Jackie was smiling at Stephen as she gently began to pick up the tempo with which she was riding him. Talking with a firm hard cock inside her was harder than she thought. "Yeah..." She closed her eyes with pleasure and then realised she was talking to her husband. "No, I had a good flight, like a dream, no delays. Got a taxi from the airport."

George asked, "You booked in then, to your hotel?"

Jackie closed her eyes once more as if savouring Stephen's cock as she felt it push against the back of her pussy, moving she shifted her weight to accommodate him in her deepest depths. "Yeah, yeah... I'm in my room now, unpacking, taking five."

Jackie continued to rock her hips. "What's that," she asked having lost concentration... "What's the room like...? Oh, like any other Vegas Hotel Room I should imagine." Jackie looked down at Stephen and seductively bit her bottom lip. "I've got a really nice view."

She smiled down at Stephen who was grinning as he gently fondled and caressed her breasts, stroking his thumb over her hard elongated nipples. She smiled, "Okay, yeah... I'll call you later... Just wated to let you know I got here okay" Then hesitantly as if not knowing how George would respond. "I love you."

Jackie beamed at his response and answered back, "Love you more." In that moment she forgot she was riding Stephen's cock.

She saw Stephen make a mock retching face sticking his fingers in his mouth, Jackie pulled a face at him as if to say 'Don be like that'. Then going back to George. "Bye love... Call you later... Yeah, I promise... I will."

Then to Stephens unexpected delight Jackie pressed her finger to his lips and looking him in the eyes, "Mwah love you...." followed by two hurried I'm going now 'Bye's.'

Jackie ended the call and, in her excitement, threw her phone to the side of the bed. She ground on his cock before pausing and looked at Stephen and with the biggest grin. "Wow, that was hotter than I expected."

Jackie continued to ride him and didn't break her rhythm as she picked up her speed to fuck herself on Stephen's cock with purpose, he gripped her ass cheeks, also giving them a few encouraging playful swats for good measure. She was fucking him; this fuck was for him.

That night they went out and enjoyed a semi romantic meal with Jackie asking if they could hit the tables; Jackie won at Blackjack. Later, holding hands, they had a romantic walk back to their hotel, stopping on the way to watch the Fountains of Bellagio. Jackie felt contented, she was enjoying herself, although internally she was struggling with the commitment, she'd made to herself to save her marriage. It was not that she was having second thoughts about saving her marriage, more that she was questioning the reasons why. She was arguing with herself, was it really necessary for her to give up Stephen, she knew she was falling for Stephen... No, she knew she had fallen for Stephen.

Long gone was her need to try and keep their relationship all about sex, it had organically grown into something more than that. They still had sex, lots and lots of sex, wild sex, she'd never felt so sexually aware... But now, they also made love and she loved that they did.

The call home she made around midnight was longer. This time the first thing Jackie said was to apologise to George.

No, not for cheating on him though...

Jackie apologised, saying she hoped she hadn't woken him up, explaining she'd forgot about the time difference and that she was missing him. In reality Jackie was quite happy where she was, sat down in their suit, her knees lewdly drawn up and hooked over the arms of one of the rooms comfy armchairs. Stephen was kneeling on a pillow between her obscenely splayed legs and he was eating her out while mischievously fingering and toying with her juiced up pussy, playing with her labia.

As Jackie spoke to her husband she felt in control, as they chatted her hand was idly drifting between palming over her exposed breasts and curling her fingers to grab a fistful of her lover's thick head of hair. It had registered to her that Stephen wasn't thinning like George, not that that was important, it was more an observation as she deftly tightened her grip, directing him to lick and kiss exactly where she wanted.

She was in charge.

For over twenty minutes, as Stephen worshipped her, she managed to hold a coherent conversation with her husband. She didn't miss a beat, got off on it, she kept her voice steady even as she felt the tremors and aftershocks of two 'eyes rolling to the back of her skull' orgasms that had rippled through her. When she finally ended the call, she excitedly screeched and kicked and stretched her legs out straight. "Holy fuck that was so hot... You don't think he suspected, do you? Do you? God... What if I'd lost it and screamed?"

Stephen laughed. "If you had, I'd have taken the phone, told numb-nuts you were too busy Cumming and that you'd call him back."

Jackie laughed. "I bet you would have as well."

Not for one moment during her outburst and subsequent phone calls did she feel she loved George any less for what she was doing. Yes, she knew she shouldn't be messing around while talking to her husband, yes it was like a betrayal, but fuck him he'd been an ass, the fact she knew she shouldn't be doing it, and the fact it felt so wickedly wrong - was what had made it feel so hot and exciting.

But then since starting the affair she had been turned on by what it involved, of course the sex, that went without question, but also the amount of energy it took and all the planning and plotting. She just felt so alive. She found her double life to be exhilarating, quickly getting used to the necessary fibbing; crossing her fingers as she did, as if that excused her. Yes, she had come to enjoy her trysts with Stephen, deceit and all.

***

Jackies Thursday night call home to George wasn't as late, but it was longer. After coming back from a show and with a freshly and well fucked pussy, she was now the one on her knees. Stephen was now the one sat in the comfy armchair, naked, the fingers of one hand gently brushing her hair from her face, a tumbler of scotch in his other hand. It was Jackie who was now showering his naked abdomen with affection, kissing his thighs, sucking on his fingers. She was lashing heaps of praise on his erection, sucking languidly on the firm solid flesh of her lover's cock, cleaning their combined juices from him. She liked that he recovered so quickly and could maintain an erection. She looked up into her lover's eyes as she stroked the strong 'handsome' looking shaft over the soft skin of her cheeks and nose and lips and forehead, she couldn't help but admire his cock. She treated it as if she was in love with it - well she was.

The fact Stephen was circumcised was a bonus, it was, as far as she was concerned, the best difference between Stephen and George. She absolutely loved the aesthetic look of his penis, there was something about the lack of a foreskin that just made his penis look nicer, it emphasised the crown, as she held his cock in her hand its beauty was something to behold. She loved sucking the crown.

Her oral skills had improved beyond recognition, what with all the practice she was getting and Stephen's coaching. He'd given her lots of good pointers. Sometimes, as she would lick up along the length from base to tip, she'd wonder how many women had done the exactly same thing for him, but there was never any notion of jealousy. The truth being, she wished she could have seen them, hoping of course that she'd be better.

Not to say Stephens noticeably wider girth wasn't a big bonus too, she certainly felt it's thickness when he was inside her. Yes, Stephen's cock stretched her, and yes it was a measurable difference, and yes it did take her places she hadn't gone before. But even though that extra girth was much appreciated, in itself it wasn't that big a game changer, Stephen just felt different inside her. The orgasms she enjoyed with Stephen were strong, but no stronger and just as enjoyable as those she enjoyed with George, or used to - the orgasms she had with George were becoming a distant memory.

Nevertheless, orgasms aside, that feeling of her vaginal walls being forced apart was something to savour.

Thursday night, when Stephen handed Jackie her I-phone she knew what he wanted and didn't miss a beat or stop sucking cock, instead, bobbing up and down with a wet glugging enthusiasm as she listened for George to pick up.

Smiling at a more than amused Stephen and with a 'Oh God please don't bore me' roll of her eyes she nonchalantly began to quiz George about his day, what he'd been doing, had he been cycling, had he managed to do any work on the Camero, had he been looking after himself, had he had something to eat. "Have you showered?", "Can I ask you a favour - can wash my car for me so it's clean for Monday morning?"

She saw Stephen chuckle at that.

In between her exchanges with her husband, she was constantly smiling and grinning at her lover, her eyes sparking with mischief as she licked and lapped along the length of his cock - that is when she wasn't concentrating on swallowing as much of his cock down her throat as she could. Teasingly circling his crown with the tip of her tongue she'd cheekily kiss the tip as she listened and continued to enquire of her husband. Then, continuing to make love to Stephen's penis with her mouth, she adopted a more loving tone when it came to telling George that she was missing him, and how happy she was now that they were getting along, even suggesting, perhaps as a treat to themselves they should come to Vegas - "It would be fun."

Then with a very mischievous grin.

"I know you don't like me talking about him... but I think by getting involved with Stephen McCabe it has already made things better." As she talked, she was lavishing kisses on Stephen's cock before taking his ball sack into her mouth. Apparently, it was called tea-bagging.

"Mm hmm, yeah he's brought in a lot of investor buyers looking for a quick turnover and I get commission both ends... Plus I'm working fewer days so we get to spend more time together, I'm mean that's good - right!"

Stephen, hearing Jackie mention his name to George, reached for the writing pad and pen on the adjacent drinks table and scribbled, 'Invite me to dinner.'

Jackie furrowed her eyebrows and popping his cock, mouthed 'really'. With him nodding for her to go ahead she became weirdly thrilled at the naughty prospect of having her lover and her husband sat at the same table. It suddenly occurred to Jackie that despite their affair and how she behaved, and despite the strong feelings she had for him, that she would indeed be able to show Stephen her love for George. Stephen on the other hand just thought it would be fun to have a meal with the unsuspecting husband of the wife he was bedding. He pictured himself and Jackie playing footsie under the table, only the two of them knowing she was going commando, perhaps sneaking a feel of her ass, a sly fingering, or even simply grabbing a kiss.

With her next sentence, and in a happy tone, Jackie suggested, "George... I've been thinking it would be nice if we invited him to have dinner with us..." With a wider grin to her lover she spoke down the phone, "You could get to meet Stephen, I think you'd see he isn't such a bad guy."

Jackie listened down the phone and then nodded enthusiastically to Stephen with a giggle as she affirmed her husband had just agreed.

Did Jackie feel guilty. No.

After the call Stephen pulled her to the bed and as he slipped inside of her, he began to goad, "You know if your husband needs a job... I could hire his as a chauffeur, put him on the payroll... Then I could have him drive me to you."

She smirked. "You are so bad." Still, she pictured it.

***

Friday night and Jackie called home much earlier. She'd wanted to talk to George before she and Stephen headed out for the night. As it was, they'd just got back from swimming in the rooftop pool. She was naked on the edge of the bed, reclining on her back, knees drawn up towards her chest as she looked at the ceiling, her legs parted, the smell of chlorine still in her hair.

Stephen was stood between her legs towering over her, she felt he had a good figure, toned, fit, no belly fat but not over muscled. He had her ankle in his hand, her toes were pointing forward and Stephen was sucking them one by one.

As he was looking down at her he was slowly fucking her wet glistening pink pussy, sliding an equally glistening erection in and out. He let go of her ankle to thumb her clitoris. Jackie's mouth was opening and closing like a goldfish as she was trying her best to retain her composure and hold a lucid conversation with George, but struggling to do so. Telling her unwitting husband that she was calling early because she was going out for a meal with some of the other delegates and didn't know when she'd get back, they were going to try and catch a Vegas show, perhaps hit a casino. She felt a pang of guilt when George told her to have a good time, it would be fun. Feeling a strong orgasm building and fearing she'd cry out, she hurriedly cut the call short by making an excuse that Room Service was knocking at the door and she had to go see what they wanted.

"Bye, bye... Love you, bye... Bye, got to go, muah, muah love you. Then holding onto her phone, she screamed out "Oh God yes" as her orgasm hit.

A few minutes later and Stephen was standing back to admire his handywork, namely the large thick white cream-pie beginning to bubble from her gaping pussy. Jackie loved when Stephen did that, it felt so sexy and so dirty and decadent. Before Stephen she'd never done anything like this before, George had never shown any interest and she'd always dashed to clean herself. Stephen used a finger to push some of the leaking semen back inside her, she smiled at him as she too slid two fingers between her labia, scooping up some of his load to suck from her finger tips.

Jackie sucked them clean. She smiled. "Mm nice."

He grinned, "God you're so sexy. I think I could marry you."

Jackie laughed. "You only think?"

He chuckled. "I'd love to make an honest woman of you... Would you like that?"

Jackie licked her lip to tease. "As opposed to the dishonest woman you've already made me..."

He grinned. "You tempted?"

Jackie just smiled and bit her lip. God, she wanted to say yes.

***

It was Saturday morning; George had just turned to the sports page's when he heard the post arrive. He took a drink of his coffee.

Meanwhile in Vegas, Jackie and Stephen were looking out of the side windows of the sightseeing helicopter, marvelling at the view below as they flew over the Grand Canyon - a Champaign picnic awaiting them.

Twenty minutes later, as George was sifting through the envelopes; the helicopter was landing. George threw the envelopes one by one onto the entrance side table, bill, bill, bill.

Then he saw one that was addressed to him, 'Mm'. It was a large Manilla envelope. He shook it as if expecting it to rattle, his first thought was 'divorce papers', but then realised he would need to be served, but then worried, would he? Nah he and Jackie were getting along better than they had in a long while.

Sitting down to his second cup of coffee, having cut the booze and gone cold Turkey two months earlier, he ripped the envelope open. On pulling out the contents and froze. His hands began to tremble. On the table in front of him were splayed at least a dozen glossy photographs. They were all of Jackie. In every one she was with a man, the same man. He recognised that man as Stephen McCabe - his wife's business partner.

The first photographs looked to have been taken on different days but in each one they were holding hands; they were embracing in two and in one kissing in the street. The next photos were of the two of them leaving a restaurant, in the first their arms were linked, in the second they were kissing goodbye as he held open the door to an Uber, her hand on his cheek. The next photographs had been taken on yet another day, it showed the two of them entering an apartment building. Stephen McCabe's hand was resting on Jackie's ass as if it belonged. These photographs were time stamped. The last photo was one of them leaving the same building, all smiles, it too was time stamped three hours later. There was a simple note, 'Thought you should know what your wife gets up to. You might want to check where your wife is now - A friend.'