THE SEDUCTION OF MRS. CLARKE - EPISODE V
The truth comes out.
Jane: Hey sis, nice to hear from you. What has he done this time?
Oh Jane, you make me seem so shallow. Can't I just call to talk?
Jane: Ok, sounds good. So go.
Um, well oh let's see, I got a new laptop.
Jane: Oh you did, tell me about it.
Ok you got me. Let me tell you what my last text said.
Jane: I thought you were never going to get to the good stuff, you babbling on about blah, blah, blah (laughing out loud)
Oh shut up. So, I'm not going to tell you. Tell me what's been going on with you.
Jane: You know what's being going on with me. Nothing, absolutely nothing. Stop stalling and get to the good stuff.
Now it's my turn to laugh. Well, his last text said.
- I think we should spend a week together this time. Be figuring out a way you can be gone that long without suspicion -
Jane: How are you going to do that?
I have no idea. You have to help me. You've had great ideas so far.
Jane: Gee, now I am beginning to feel like an accomplice.
You are, now start coming up with an idea.
Jane: So wait, you are definitely going. You haven't even considered not going.
Yes I am going, why would I not?
Jane: I hate to bring reality back into this, but you are a married woman. This thing is becoming a full-blown affair.
Well, I hadn't thought about it that way, but yes, I guess you're right I am having an affair. A wonderful affair with someone who is exciting and makes me feel like such a beautiful woman.
Jane: Again, I hate to be the voice of reason but this affair is with a 20-year-old person near the age of your son.
Why are you trying to be such a killjoy? You know what all has happened. How my life has changed. If this would have happened to you, would you be going?
Jane: Hell yes, but I probably would be divorcing Larry and shacking up with this kid for good, but that is not you. But I do understand. And I don't blame you for going. It just feels like you are getting very close to losing all control and I just want you to keep a shred.
Fair point and thanks for being the voice of reason. Now come up with a way that I can enjoy my affair for one whole week. (Laughs heartily)
Jane: Gee Jo, I've got nothing on this one. This is going to be tough. Is there any way you would have to do something for work that would require you to be away that long?
No, not really. I kind of thought about that, but nothing would make sense. Nothing that Bob would buy. Do we have a sick aunt somewhere that needs assistance?
Jane: Well, we don't and even if we tried to make one up it would probably be fishy and, in the end, unravel.
I like the way you think. You know you are quite devious.
Jane: What are you talking about, you are the one that's the little devil. (snicker)
I guess you're right. I thought about what if I won a week of vacation in a contest.
Jane: A vacation for one? And if not wouldn't Bob wonder why he couldn't go?
You're right, but hey that gives me an idea. What if I could figure out sometime that Bob possibly couldn't go and then spring that on him? I could act disappointed and then tell him I would take you with me.
Jane: Well pretty good, but what happens when Bob sees Larry and says how did you make it without your wife for a week. And he says what are you talking about?
Oh yea. But what if I paid for you to have a real vacation at the same time on your own.
Jane: Well, I appreciate that, and I can see how desperately you want this to be willing to pay for that, but as much as I would like a vacation that vacation for one thing sounds a little boring.
Yes, you're right and I don't know how I would explain the charges to Bob anyway. What am I going to do?
Jane: Wait a minute. You know who has the answer to this don't you?
No who?
Jane: Matt, from everything else he has done he has been two steps ahead. I bet if you text him and tell him you can't figure it out, he will already have the answer.
I don't know. I'm not supposed to question the text or ask for any deviation.
Jane: Look, I think this is a test. Just like all the others. His goal is always something other than the obvious. I think he just wants to see how willing you are and how hard you will work to be with him. You just need help to do that. Why don't you just text him and say simply I need help.
Well, it's worth a try.
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My plane lands at the airport. Matt is there waiting at the baggage claim with a huge bouquet of roses. We rush to each other and embrace and then kiss passionately there in the airport, not caring who is looking. "I have missed you so much," I say.
"I have missed you too Joanne. Come, here is your bag, we should go."
As he is driving us to the destination, I can't keep my hands off him. Nor, he me neither. I can't wait to finally please him to show my appreciation for how exciting he has made my life, even when we are apart. And then I think I don't have to wait. I reach down and undo his pants and pull out his cock. I look at him with a devilish grin and he looks at me.
"You can't wait, can you Mrs. Clarke?"
And I take him into my mouth. I suck and swirl on the head to tease him a little. Then lick up and down the shaft. I take him in my mouth and flick his head with my tongue. Then I raise up and say coyly, "I'm not distracting you, am I?"
"Oh, how playful you have become Mrs. Clarke. Please continue."
So now I am going to show him how glad I am to see him. I suck his cock for all I am worth. I do all the things I know he likes. I deepthroat him with the skill of a pro. I try to suck on his balls, but in his seated position and the damn steering wheel can only lick them. But apparently this was pleasing as well. He places one hand on the back of my head and runs his fingers thru my hair as I deepthroat him again now to climax.
"Nice to know you're glad to see me, Mrs. Clarke. I can't wait to show you how glad I am to see you."
We arrive at a nice cabin in the woods all by itself, what seems like miles from nowhere. I have no idea where we are because my head was in his lap most of the drive. We are both practically undressed by the time we reach the cabin door. We make love, in every way imaginable, until late in the night. We pass out and wake up sometime late the next morning. I awake to the sounds of someone making breakfast and smell coffee brewing and eggs frying. It's Matt, he has prepared a wonderful breakfast.
"You ready for breakfast, sleepy head?" He calls out.
I yawn, stretch and fluff my hair and say, "yes it smells wonderful." I thought, this is wonderful, I am so lucky. What did I do to deserve my good fortune?
"You have just enough time to freshen up and go to the bathroom if you like."
I go use the bathroom, wash my face, and begin looking for a hair brush. In our haste last night, we didn't even unpack the car. I open the cabinet and there is a completely stocked cabinet of mostly woman's items. I thought, why did he think he needed to do this? I packed a bag. I just haven't gotten it out of the car yet. How sweet, he tries to think of everything. And then I realized I thought I smelled a woman's perfume when I first laid down on the bed last night. My thoughts are interrupted by his voice.