(A while back I posted a story called "Don't Call Me Stubby." This is a follow-up. It will make more sense to those who have read the original.)
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Julie here. I can't believe Jack went and posted that story about what he did to Jerry and me when we were at the furniture convention. But he did, so now I feel like I need to fill in some blanks. I'm not out to defend myself here - I know that cheating on Jack with Jerry was a mistake, and I own the mistake. Well, Jerry owns it too, since he was the one who seduced me in the first place. But I think you should know what that sonofabitch ex-husband of mine did to us.
To begin at the beginning - I had been working at my job as assistant to the regional sales manager for 12 years when the guy who hired me moved on, and Jerry was hired to take his place. Jerry and I worked together with no funny business between us for a year before last year's national furniture convention.
Everything had been fine between my husband Jack and me. Boring, but comfortable and fine. We had been married long enough that our life together had settled into a regular routine. We both worked daytime hours, with our schedules close to the same. We had not had any children by mutual agreement. Jack is a very solid guy. Friendly, funny, good looking, reliable and attentive. But, frankly, he is so normal and so regular and so reliable that life with him was too predictable. Too safe. Too ordinary. We both like sex, and we had sex often. But it was plain vanilla - kind, tender, loving, but no fireworks.
So, a year ago when Jerry asked me to go with him to the convention in Chicago to help cover some of the sessions, I was ready for a change of pace. I talked it over with Jack and agreed that it would be good for me to go, have some excitement, meet some people, and support my boss. It never occurred to him or to me that anything untoward would take place. I had been a faithful wife. Jack knew it. Besides. Jerry had a wife and kids and appeared to be happy with his domestic situation.
We flew to the convention on Monday morning and checked into the hotel. We had separate rooms - they weren't even on the same floor.
There was a welcome reception Monday evening, and I went down with Jerry. We were both dressed in business casual, nothing provocative or suggestive. We had some drinks, and Jerry introduced me to some of his business acquaintances - he knew a lot of people because he had been attending these conventions for years. By the end of the evening I'm afraid the open bar had caught up with me and I was tipsier than I like to be. Jerry was a perfect gentleman and helped me to my room. I gave him my key card and he opened the door. I thanked him and went in closing the door behind me. No funny business and no suggestion of what was to follow.
The next night, after a day of sessions, we went out on the town. We had dinner at a fancy Italian restaurant, then went to a bar that featured live jazz. Unlike the night before, we were alone with each other, and Jerry began to pour on the charm. Still no overt sexual overtones, but great attentiveness. He stood and sat closer than he had the night before. We got back to the hotel about midnight, and again Jerry accompanied me to my room. But this time if felt different. It felt more like we had been on a date. As he opened my door Jerry bent his face down and kissed me. I was startled, and didn't return the kiss at first. Then he put his arm around my back and said, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that, but you are such a pretty woman and such great company that I've begun to feel something between us."
"You don't have to be sorry," I said. "I feel it too. But neither of us is in a position to let it go anyplace. I love Jack, even if he is kinda stuffy, and you have a family to be faithful to."
"You're right," he said, removing his hand from my back. "Good night. Let's meet for breakfast downstairs at 8 o'clock." With that he turned and walked to the elevators.
I did not sleep well that night - Jerry had crawled under my skin. It was Tuesday night. We had two more nights and three days before we were to fly back home. I did not know how I was going to manage those days. I was determined to be professional and stick to business. And I was determined not to betray Jack.
That lasted until lunchtime on Wednesday. We met for breakfast, then split up to cover different sessions - that's why I was there, after all. We met in the lobby of the convention center just before noon. "Let's go upstairs and compare notes on what we heard this morning," Jerry said.
We took the elevator up to his floor, and once again he stood close to me. After three stops going up we were alone on the elevator. He bent down and kissed me again. I kissed him back this time. When we got to his room we began to make out. I'd had nothing to drink but coffee and water, so I can't blame the booze. While it was Jerry who initiated the action, I went right along. By 12:30 we had our clothes off, and by 1 o'clock when sessions were to resume I had been fucked twice.
We got cleaned up and, once presentable, we went downstairs and split up again for our sessions. About 3:30 I got a text message from Jerry on my phone. "Meet me at my room," it said. I slipped out of my session, took the elevator up, and walked down the hall to his room. It was a long walk. I was torn up inside. I knew Jerry was going to want to go straight to bed. I wanted that too. But what about Stuffy, waiting for me at home? Yes, after three days with Jerry, who was lively, funny, unpredictable and spontaneous, I had begun in my own mind to call Jack Stuffy
I got to Jerry's room, knocked, and he opened the door stripped down to his underwear. No mystery about what was on his mind. He had cracked open the minibar, and handed me a glass of wine. I took one sip, then he closed in for a hug and a hot kiss. Things progressed quickly from there. We were both naked on the bed in no time. Jerry went down on me first, then we traded places and I gave him the best blow job I knew how. We then moved on to fucking, him on top first, then me.
Jerry spends a lot of time at the gym - he stops there for a workout every day on his way to work. He isn't built like an athlete, but he's very solid. And all that conditioning has given him great stamina, if you know what I mean. After a couple of rounds we were both spent, at least I thought I was. Then Jerry went to work on my left nipple. In my highly aroused state it was very sensitive. Jerry kissed it. And sucked on it. And bit it gently. And repeat. And repeat. And before long I had a wild orgasm and he wasn't even anywhere my sore and tired pussy. Then he moved over to the right nipple. Same approach, same result. Never before and not since have I experienced an orgasm that way.
We went at it until about 7 o'clock, when we realized we were hungry. He called room service to have dinner sent up, and I made my regular evening call to Jack. he told me about what had been happening on the home front, which was not much, and I told him about attending sessions and meeting friendly folks. Obviously I did not mention what Jack and I had been up to, or the fact that as we spoke I was sitting naked on the side of Jack's bed.
Thursday went much the same way. Friday we wrapped up our convention business and flew home. The entire flight home I wrestled with what had happened and what the future might look like. Finally, as the plane began its descent for landing, I told Jerry, "This has been a fun week, and I have enjoyed our time together very much. But this can't go on. It was fun out of town, but we're back now and I am going to resume my role as faithful wife to Stuffy." Over the sound of the jet engines Jerry misheard me and thought I called Jack "Stubby." I laughed, but didn't correct him. I decided that we could call him that - even though it really did not come close to applying.
Jerry agreed that we should cool it, and we parted ways at the airport heading back to life in the real world.
For six months after that we stuck to our resolve. There was no flirting at work and there were no assignations.
But then one of the other managers at the company retired, and there was a going away party for him in a local restaurant. Jerry and I spent most of the time at the party together, and drinks were flowing from the open bar. About 10:30 Jerry whispered in my ear, "We've done our duty, let's get out of here."
There was a motel down the street, and we went there and we made up for lost time. The sex was so intense and so frantic we both knew that this was not where it would end. We even did anal for the first time. I was hesitant, but Jerry started slow and I was surprised to find it be very enjoyable.
Jack knew that I had an event after work, so when I came rolling in half drunk and smelly, he didn't suspect anything. At least I didn't think he did. Maybe I was wrong. I really don't know when he caught on.
Jerry and I got onto a fairly regular schedule. Tuesdays and Thursdays we slipped out of the office for "lunch." We ate each other, and we did it at the Shady Rest motel. The place was misnamed. It wasn't shady and we didn't rest there. That was where Jerry taught me how to deep throat. This, and when we did anal, were the only times he was slow and gentle. He had me start licking and sucking, just like a normal blowjob, but then he slowly and gradually eased more and more of his length into me. When I gagged, he pulled back a bit, but then proceeded until I was able to overcome me gag reflex. With practice I actually learned how to do circular breathing. But those lunchtime trysts had to be quickies so we could get back to work without raising any suspicions.
Friday night I had a regular date to "go out with the girls." Jerry and I spread our business around to different restaurants, clubs and motels so as not to be seen any one place too often.
Whereas sex with my husband was tender, loving and safe, sex with Jerry was always an adventure. We experimented with different positions, toys, heated lube - Jerry was always coming up with something new to try. As I mentioned, including anal. Jack never touched my back door - not even a finger or a thumb. After that first time after the office party Jerry and I didn't do anal again for a long time. But then one Friday night he started to reintroduce it to our sex routine. Jerry started with rubbing my rosebud, but didn't push in. One night he put some lube on his thumb and pushed it in. The next week he brought a "rabbit" and we played with that. The week after that he stuck two, then three, then four fingers into me. His cock was soon to follow. Soon it was something we both expected and looked forward to.
One Thursday when I knew Jack would be out of town doing a staff training, I took Jerry to our house. It was kind of a lark. Jack and I had had a silly argument the night before, and I was feeling ticked off and defiant. Jerry and I fucked in my marital bed, and made sure to leave some "Peter tracks" on Jack's side. When we were done Jerry went into Jack's home office and wiped his wet cock on his computer keyboard and calculator keys. He even shook off a drip into Jack's favorite coffee cup.
I loved my husband, and loved making love with my husband. His soft caresses, his sweet kisses, his slow, satisfying stroke when we were locked in the ultimate embrace was so comforting, so reassuring, so loving. Of all the things I miss since that disastrous convention, this is what I miss the most - what gives me the greatest pain.
I want to be very clear. I never loved Jerry, and he never loved me. There was no question that he loved his wife and his kids, and I never stopped loving Jack. Not, that is, until the night he destroyed my life. But I did love fucking Jerry. That I admit. And he got off on fucking me.
I'm afraid that silly nickname we gave Jack was misleading. Jack is perfectly well endowed in the penis department. Not like a porn star, but plenty big for ordinary business. Jerry is no bigger than Jack. He's shaped a little differently, so he hit different spots when we were doing it, but that's all.
