Despite the news about Lucy and Megan, I still had reason to be happy. Tonight I was going to take Jan out for dinner. It was a real date and I wanted to impress her, so I got reservations at the newest and most popular restaurant in the Bay Area. It was a Saturday, so I wouldn't get to see Jan at work. I planned to call her this afternoon and tell her when to expect me.

One thing that concerned me was the fact that Jan hadn't had sex in at least 10 years. When the time came to make love to her I would have to take it slow and easy. In a way, it would almost be like her first time. I wasn't too worried about it, though. Making love to Jan would be just that, making love. Tenderness would come naturally with such a sweet, loving person like Jan, so I knew I would be able to please her when the time came.

But before I could even think about that, there was the matter with Lucy. I had to call Rocco for more details and such before I could decide whether to go to Palm Springs to confront her. As betrayed as I felt, there was still something there. I needed more information from Rocco before I could even consider seeing her again.

And then there was Susan. I hadn't heard anything yet from Tom, so that was something that would have to be dealt with. A little normalcy would be welcome right about now. My life has been like the world's biggest and baddest roller coaster lately. I'm hoping that a nice quiet evening with Jan would be just the tonic that I so desperately need right now.

I sat at the small breakfast table in the kitchen with a hot cup of coffee. As I closed my eyes, I could imagine the evening with Jan. She would be beautiful as always when I picked her up, making small talk as we made our way to the restaurant, giving me a light kiss on the cheek as I helped her from the car, making every head turn as we made our way to our table. Every man in the house would be envious of me for having such a beautiful woman on my arm. Even the women in the restaurant would look to see two people so obviously in love. Dinner would be perfect, with every course appealing and delicious, leading finally to a stunning dessert to end the meal. Jan would look into my eyes with love as she told me how wonderful the evening was. We would share an all-too-short kiss that brought a smile of approval from our server, causing Jan to blush.

Afterwards, I would take her home and she would invite me in. Once inside, she would continue our perfect evening by kissing and cuddling with me on her sofa. One thing would lead to another, and I would carry her off to her bed, where we would make tender, sweet love over and over until sleep came. In the morning I would hold her in my arms and...

The sound of my cell phone ringing interrupted my dream date with Jan. I looked down at it and it was Tom, calling from North Carolina. With more than a little trepidation, I answered the phone.

"Hi Tom, what's new on your end?"

"Frank, I just wanted you to know that we served Susan yesterday. I've prepared a list of what we are seeking in the divorce settlement. Actually it's not much of a list. We want the divorce, of course, and an even split of all assets. No maintenance payments, meaning no alimony. You should walk away from this in pretty good shape, Frank."

"Tom, what happens if they don't agree?"

"I really don't think they will dispute our requests, Frank. If this thing goes to court, Susan's affair with Mr. Woolf will be out in the open. Martin doesn't need the negative publicity and he could drop her entirely and cut his losses. There's a real chance she could really get burned if she contests it. In fact, I'd bet the ranch that Martin is advising her to take the deal. She'd be crazy to push her luck on this."

That was good news. I had Rocco to thank for digging up all the dirt on Susan. "Thank you for everything, Tom. Keep me abreast of any developments, will you?"

"Of course, Frank. Just between you, me and the fencepost, though, this one looks like a slam dunk. Rocco made my work easy this time. I'll let you know how things progress. Bye for now, Frank."

"Thank you, Tom. I'm looking forward to more good news from you. Goodbye."

Well, that was looking up. Hopefully she would see the consequences of rejecting my settlement offer and do the right thing. Not only would Susan lose out if she contested this, her friends who were in on the deceit would be exposed as well. Their lives could be ruined if their involvement became public.

My actions in cheating on Susan were wrong. I understood it at the time and I understand it now. I cheated because I considered our marriage to be dead. That doesn't make it right, but at least I didn't engage in the level of secrecy and deceit that Susan did. I know that's rationalization at best, but there was a small amount of justification for me when Rocco discovered the extent of Susan's actions.

What caused me the most pain, other than the actual cheating itself, was how Susan's friends were in on it. It was like some sordid conspiracy, the way they lied and helped Susan cover her tracks. I had no idea that Susan was doing any of the things Rocco told me about. Without him I would still be in the dark.

Susan's friends had always been friendly with me, their husbands had associated with me. Their involvement may have been the most severe and painful part of the whole thing, other than the actual cheating itself. It made me think about to what lengths would someone go in order to protect a friend. What could be gained by helping perpetuate the lie? Were they aware of the risks they were taking? Were they aware of the pain they were helping to inflict on me? Were they aware that their husbands could find out about it? It would surely become public if the divorce made it to the courts and their roles would be exposed. What drives a friend to do something like this? I couldn't fathom their rationale for becoming involved in this.

I had to stop thinking about any of this and move on with my life. Nothing good would ever come from dwelling on those things which were out of my control. That was something my father always tried to impress on me, that only those things in my control were worth worrying about. I guess it was time to heed his advice.

I spent the afternoon working out at the gym. One of the perks of my job was having a membership at a local fitness center. It was a top-notch facility, complete with a swimming pool, showers and a sauna, along with state of the art equipment. I didn't take advantage of it as much as I should, but it seemed like a good idea to go work out and maybe help clear my head today. I've never had a weight problem, but my average build was in need of some serious toning.

I requested a trainer to help me out when I first signed up at the gym and I was surprised when Lydia, a very fit and attractive trainer, was assigned to me. Lydia had a tight body, with smallish, yet firm breasts and an ass of steel. Add to that a pixie haircut framing a beautiful face and it was easy to become distracted during my workout. Lydia had a reputation of being something of a taskmaster, demanding that her pupils commit to complete dedication in their training regimen.

For some reason, Lydia liked me. She always had a smile on her face and never gave me a hard time about my infrequent visits to the gym. I liked Lydia, but never made a move on her. Sometimes you have to show restraint in order to accomplish things, and I considered Lydia to be off-limits. Maybe that's why she liked me, because she felt safe with me, but it never stopped her from doing a little harmless flirting whenever I stopped by. Today was no exception.

"Why hello, do I know you?" she teased. "If I didn't know better, I'd swear you are a dead ringer for Frank Beddoes, but he is much better looking than you are."

"And hello to you, too, Lydia. You never seem to get tired of busting my balls, do you?"

"Frank, you should know by now that I don't treat any of my others the way I do you. I'm a hardass, but I seem to have a soft spot for you. Otherwise, I'd be all over your skinny ass for showing up so infrequently. Seriously, how have you been?"

"Lydia, I've had better days. Hell, I've had better months."

"Let me guess, it's your love life, right?"

"Is it that obvious Lydia? I've had a tough time lately and I'm trying not to let it show. I'm not succeeding, am I"

"No, you aren't. I'm sorry to hear that. If you were dating me, you'd be smiling all the time, that's for sure!"

See, that's where I'm not sure if she's teasing me or not. She makes some kind of remark about us dating or getting together every time I visit the gym.

We got into the program she set up for me, heavy on the cardio to begin, followed by cool down periods and then on to the weights. It's about 60 to 90 minutes and I always sweat like a pig once we get into it. Lydia pushes me to do a little more each time, and I appreciate it. If I came to the gym regularly she would have me looking buffed in no time at all.

When we got done, Lydia asked me what I was doing tonight.

"Why do you ask?" I said to her. "Are you trying to work up the courage to ask me out on a date?"

Lydia laughed, but her red cheeks gave away her embarrassment. "Frank, I was only wondering if you want to go grab a coffee or something after you get dressed. Not exactly a date or anything."

"Lydia, I would be happy to do that, but I have a date tonight. Can I get a rain check?"

"Of course you can," she said. Her disappointment was obvious. She had taken a chance and I shot her down.

"Lydia, I didn't mean to throw that in your face. I'm sorry. I'm serious about the rain check, though. You seem like a nice person, and nice people always get a second chance with me."

That seemed to brighten her demeanor and her infectious smile broke out all over her face. "I'm going to hold you to that, Frank."

"As well you should. Next time I come in we'll go grab that coffee. Okay with you?"

"Yes sir, it's a date. Well, not really a date, it's coffee."

We laughed a bit over that one and I excused myself to go shower. As I entered the locker room, I wondered what Lydia would be like in bed. Maybe someday I would get to find out. She flirts with me every time I'm here. Today she went a little beyond flirting, I could tell that by her reaction when I told her that I had a date. Maybe next time I would be the one to go a little beyond it, just to see what her reaction would be. Who knows, maybe she's ready to get closer.

As soon as I finished that thought I realized that it would probably never happen. I wanted to give my relationship with Jan a chance to grow, and that wouldn't be possible if I were chasing every skirt I saw, but it was still good to know that there were possibilities out there should things not develop with Jan.

 The workout felt good. It took that edge off that I had felt all day and got me in a great mood for my date with Jan tonight. I had such high expectations for it and suddenly I realized that Jan might not be ready for us to go all the way. I had to be prepared for that possibility, but I was sure that the evening would be a good one, no matter how it ended.

I got to Jan's house about three minutes late. One thing I learned years ago was that you never, ever show up early to pick up your date. It makes for an awkward time when she isn't ready and you sit on the sofa twiddling your thumbs. I made sure after making that mistake that it would never happen again.

I rang the doorbell, feeling my heart skip a beat or two waiting for her to answer the door. I was wearing a grey sports jacket with a light blue shirt, no tie, black slacks and one of my best pair of shoes completed my attire. I was hoping she would approve of it. I was a bit surprised when Jennifer let me in. I was under the impression that she was away at school. "Come on in, Mr. Beddoes. Mom is almost ready and she asked me to be on the lookout for you."

"Thank you Jennifer," I said to her. "I thought you were away at college. Is there some reason why you are here?"

"I came home to offer Mom some encouragement. She's not used to this, as I'm sure she's told you."

"Well, she certainly raised you right, Jennifer. That's mighty kind of you to come home to give her your support. Oh, by the way, please call me Frank."

Jennifer was like a younger version of Jan. Other than the obvious age difference they looked identical. Jennifer certainly inherited her mother's good looks and her pleasant demeanor was no accident, either. It was true, Jan had raised her right. It is refreshing to find young people so polite and confident. It goes back to the parents, that's for sure. Our children were good young adults, although our daughter has a little too much of Susan in her. I hope that she didn't learn Susan's penchant for deceit.

I'm afraid that I allowed our kids to drift away after they moved out on their own. I was always too busy, or so it seemed at the time, to take time to give them a call or send them a card. That ends now, I told myself. I was going to reconnect with both of them now that Susan and I are divorcing. They need to hear from both of their parents, if for no other reason than to explain what had happened to cause our split. I would spare them the nasty details, but they both need to know that I am still their father and that I love them very much, despite all that has gone down.

I was so lost in my thoughts I almost missed Jan walking into the room. I say almost because there was no missing her. She looked spectacular, with a surprisingly low-cut top and a nice pair of slacks. It definitely accented her figure, with a lot of cleavage visible due to her choice of tops. The slacks were fit so that it showed all of her curves. Her makeup and hair were equally impressive and all I could do was stand there and gawk at her like a smitten teenager.

"Hey, there, are you somewhere else?" she asked, fighting off the urge to laugh out loud. "You look like you are a million miles away."

"I'm sorry, Jan. I wasn't prepared for how lovely you look tonight. You really look wonderful. Are you sure you want to be seen with a schmuck like me?"

"Hey, that's your word, not mine. I happen to think I'll be on the arm of the best-looking man in the place."

I walked to her and gave her a sweet little kiss, so as not to mess up her makeup. Jan returned the favor with a little fuller kiss on the lips. "Jan, I'm the luckiest guy in the world to have you with me tonight. I'm so happy that you agreed to go out with me. I imagine you could have your pick of any number of guys who would want to take you out, but you chose me."

"No, Frank. I'm the lucky one. And you're right, a lot of men have asked, but none made the cut. I sensed something special about you. So did Jennifer, and I value her advice."

Jennifer came into the room just as Jan said that. "I told Mom that she looked hot in that outfit, but she didn't think so."

"For what it's worth, Jennifer, I agree with your assessment. Your mother looks beautiful tonight. She always looks beautiful, but there's something different about her that stands out."

"I know what it is," Jennifer blurted out. "She's happy, that's what it is."

Jan blushed as her daughter raved about her appearance. She rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders.

"Okay, you two," Jennifer announced. "It's time for a photo." She brandished a huge cell phone and, using her hands, directed us to stand close to each other.

"What is this?" Jan asked her. "Prom night or something?"

"Mom, it's almost that special for me. You're going out to dinner with a very handsome man. Of course I want pictures."

We stood and posed for Jennifer as she snapped away. Once she was satisfied, I asked for her phone and told her to stand next to Jan. Nothing like a good mother/daughter photo to round out the shoot.

As I took several photos of them, Jan appeared to be visibly moved by this. I finished, telling Jennifer that she needed to e-mail copies to me. Jan smiled as she hugged Jennifer.

"Okay, you two," said Jennifer. "I want you to have fun tonight. Frank, I've set an 11pm curfew for Mom to be home. You'd better be watching the clock later on." Then she giggled like a teenager herself. "I'm just kidding about the curfew, but I seriously expect you to have fun tonight."

We left Jennifer and made our way to the restaurant, an upscale Italian place in Oakland that was the hottest ticket in town. I learned that Jan liked Italian cuisine and hoped to impress her with my choice. As we were led to our table I noticed that nearly every man, and a few women, turned their heads to look at the beautiful woman and the lucky guy who accompanied her.

We had some very nice red wine and, as we worked our way through the courses, I noticed something off about Jan, as if she was worried about something. I couldn't let things go on without asking her what was wrong.

"Jan, you seem distant tonight," I told her. "Is something bothering you? I thought that the choice of restaurants would make you happy, but you don't seem to be enjoying yourself. What's wrong?"

Jan hesitated, then she spoke. "Frank, the restaurant is perfect. I've heard about this place and coming here is like a dream come true. I'm just having some trouble with later."

"What do you mean? What could be troubling you about later?"

"I think it's obvious that I have strong feelings for you, Frank. I hoped that last night proved how I feel. You are someone I've been waiting to meet for over ten years, Frank.

I was afraid that I would never meet someone who has made me feel the way you do, but here you are. I had hoped that later tonight we could make love, but now I'm not so sure."

"Jan, I don't want to put any pressure on you about that. I want to make love to you so badly, but I am willing to wait until you are ready. That's how special you are to me. I want you to be with me, but only when you are ready."

"Oh, I think I'm ready, Frank, but I'm afraid I won't measure up to your expectations. I don't want to disappoint you with my lack of experience these past ten years."

I was so moved by her fears. I needed to put her mind at ease about us. "Jan, there are no expectations when it comes to us making love. Whatever happens will happen, and you couldn't possibly disappoint me. That's the God's honest truth."

Jan's face beamed when I told her that. Her eyes glistened with tears and I took her hands in mine and kissed them. Her smile told me that everything would be just fine.

The rest of the evening went along perfectly, with Jan gazing lovingly into my eyes whenever I looked at her. The final courses of the meal were perfect, and the tiramisu we had for dessert was as good as any I'd ever had.

As we left the restaurant and approached the car the valet service had ready for us, Jan held my arm tightly with both of hers. She acted every bit like a woman in love and, when I held the door open for her, she fell into my arms. We kissed deeply, even more passionately than we had the night before. Jan seemed to melt against my body, and the feel of her against me was a powerful aphrodisiac. I wanted this woman as badly as I had ever wanted a woman.

As I drove back, Jan held my free hand, using her nails to flick at my nails, stroking my hand with her soft fingers and occasionally bringing it up to her lips so that she could kiss them. At one point she gave me a glimpse of what might follow when she took my fingers and sucked on them gently. It was all I could do to keep the car under control when she did that.

Because Jennifer was at Jan's place, I asked her if it would be okay to go to my place for a while.

Jan's reply was quick and to the point. "I think that's a great idea," she said. "Besides, I told Jennifer that I might be very late coming home tonight, if I even came home at all."

My heart leapt when she said that. "What was Jennifer's reaction to that?"

"She said that if I came home too early she would be disappointed in both of us, but if I came home tomorrow morning she would be thrilled for me. Jennifer's a big girl, Frank. She knows what I need and she understands that I shouldn't deny myself any longer."

"Well then," I laughed. "We'd better not do anything to piss her off. Let's just say that I want what Jennifer wants."

I parked the car and opened Jan's door, extending my hand to help her from my car. As she got out I pulled her close and kissed her. Her hands ran through my hair as she moaned softly during our kiss. Before things could get too hot too soon, I broke it off. "That was nice, Jan. Did I get the opportunity to tell you what a fantastic kisser you are?"

"No, but I think you just did. I think that the quality of the kiss depends on who you're kissing and how much you like them. On a scale of 1 to 10, I'd say that your kissing right now is an 11. That's because of how much I like the person I'm kissing."

I led Jan to the door. "I'll take that," I said. "Now I don't want to depress you, but my place is nothing like yours."

"It's lovely, Frank. It's lovely because of who lives here."

We went inside and I gave her the ten-minute walkaround tour, highlighting the kitchen, bedrooms and the bath. I showed her my deck, with a sliding door leading to it from the master bedroom. One of these days I planned to get some nice patio furniture and a grill so that I could entertain out there. We went into the living room and I lit the gas fireplace for a better mood. I excused myself to get some wine. When I returned, Jan was reclining on the sofa, her shoes sitting on the floor across the room. I poured us each a glass and offered a toast. "Here's to a great finish to an already spectacular evening."

I sat on the sofa next to Jan and she immediately curled up against me, nuzzling my neck. She put her wine glass on the coffee table and suggested that I do the same. Then she proceeded to give me an open-mouthed kiss that took my breath away. She had an aggressive air about her and she ground her lips into mine as if she were hungry for me. Our tongues played with each other as the kiss deepened.

As we kissed, my hand crept up to her breasts, softly fondling one of them. Any expected resistance never materialized, as Jan welcomed my touch. She arched her back to give me more access to her breasts, her nipples growing hard as I caressed them. Her moans became louder, signaling to me that she was ready for more.

I pulled away slightly and pulled her top up and over her head, revealing a sheer bra that did little to hide her nipples, which were growing harder and bigger by the second. Jan reached behind herself and unclasped her bra. As it fell away, I finally got a glimpse of them. Her breasts weren't overly large, with just a hint of the inevitable sag which comes with maturity. Her nipples were dark brown and quite large, jutting out from her breasts and literally begging to be sucked.

Apparently Jan felt so as well. "God, Frank, it feels so good. Suck on my nipples, please, before I go out of my mind!"

"Yes, darling, anything you desire,"

I held one breast in my hand and brought my lips to it, kissing and licking it to make her even more anxious. When I thought she was going to jump off the sofa with anticipation I took it into my mouth, sucking it tenderly at first, and then more aggressively. Jan responded with more moans. I could only wonder what it felt like for her, so I decided to go further.

I took her erect nipple between my teeth and very carefully scraped it back and forth. Jan took my head in her hands and pressed me into her breast. My reply to that was to bite down on her nipple, hard enough that it would get her attention.

Jan screamed, and my first impulse was to back off, but she had other ideas. "Jesus, Frank, that feels so good!" Her moans turned into screams as I bit down on her nipple again. She was now writhing beneath me as I continued my assault on her tits, alternating between one and the other, always with plenty of teeth action. "Goddamn it, Frank, your mouth is divine! Please don't stop!"

But I had every intention of stopping. I got up to my feet, slid my arms underneath her and picked her up to carry her to my bed. Her arms immediately went around my neck and she began to kiss me; deep, wet kisses with lots of tongue. To say that she was aroused would be a major understatement.

I got her to the bed and laid her down on it. My hands went to the clasp of her pants, undid it and drew the zipper down. Jan raised her hips to allow me to remove her pants, revealing a very skimpy thong that barely covered her sex. "Take them off, Frank," she panted, nearly breathless in her passion. "I want you so badly. Please take them off!"

If Jan had any doubts about satisfying me, she needn't have worried. I have never been so turned on by a woman in my life. We had ignited a passion that had been dormant for over ten years and it was shocking to see her so excited by my touch.. I slid my fingers inside the waistband of her thong and began to slide them down. Once again, she lifted her hips to allow me to pull them off. Once they were gone, I almost lost my breath at what I saw.

Jan had what I would call a perfect pussy, with swollen lips concealing small flaps of skin that led to the inside of her pussy. Atop this, on her mound, lay a very small triangle of trimmed hair that was still quite long and thick. It made me hard just looking at it. I reached down and placed my hand between her legs and felt the small bush, sliding my hand down onto her pussy lips, just rubbing her. The wetness inside leaked onto my fingers, and I raised them to my mouth to suck on them. Jan gasped as I did this and pulled my head close to hers so that she could whisper in my ear.

"Oh my God, Frank," she whispered at first. "I can't believe what you're doing to me." Her voice grew louder as she repeated herself until it became more like a command. "Eat me, darling. I want your mouth and tongue all over me!"

I gently spread her legs apart and knelt on the bed before her. I slowly licked and kissed my way up her legs, from her ankles, to her knees and then her inner thighs. At every stop, Jan gasped and shuddered as if she were going to cum before I could taste her sweet nectar.

Finally I was ready to taste her pussy. I kissed her lips at first, making her hiss between her teeth as the pleasure became intense for her. I outlined her lips with my tongue, being careful not to penetrate her or touch her clit. "Dear Jesus, Frank," she said as she gasped for breath. "I think I'm going to cum right now."

"Go ahead and let it go," I said, raising my head to look at her face. She was in a state of complete sexual bliss. "There's more where this is coming from."

I decided to surprise her and slid my tongue between her lips, tasting her sweet juices and savoring her wetness. It was like I hit her with a taser.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God!! I can't hold it any longer, darling. I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

Jan thrust her hips at my face in an effort to get more of my mouth on her pussy. It was as if she were fucking me and meeting my every thrust. There was a little bit of a squirt from her pussy, not a gusher by any means, but enough to notice and enough to get my face wet.

"Oh Frank! Oh God! I'm cumming for you, my darling!" She kept thrusting against my face until her orgasm slowed and dissipated. She pulled me up to her and cradled my head against her tits as she rocked back and forth.
"My baby, you were fantastic! I never knew it could be this way. My God, Frank, you are amazing!"

We lay there for a while, Jan gently rocking my head back and forth as she kept me between her breasts. Finally, after what must have been twenty minutes, she released my head and reached down between my legs, seeking my rigid cock. She slipped her hand under my belt and waistband and took me fully into her hand. "Oooh, Frank," Jan purred as she squeezed my shaft and traced her fingers along its length. "I think someone is happy to see me. I'd like to see him close up. Would you like that?"

"Oh, yes. He's been looking forward to meeting you for some time now. Are you sure you are up to this, honey?"

"Well, I'm not going to be up to porno star standards, if that's what you're thinking, but I'm ready to give you the same pleasure you've given me."

Jan undid my belt and unclasped my trousers. As she did for me, I raised my hips to make her job easier, and she gave them a tug and my pants were quickly off and onto the floor. I was wearing boxers, but there was a rather large protuberance in the center of my shorts. Jan pulled them down, over the raging hard-on I had developed, and I was suddenly naked. Jan drew in a breath when she saw my cock in all its glory. She licked her lips and then her head went down into my lap.

"Bear with me, baby," she said. "I might be a little out of practice, but I'm sure it will all come back to me eventually." The words no sooner escaped her lips when she replaced them with the head of my dick. She sucked softly on my cock, licking the head and soft glans underneath it. If this was what she called out of practice, I couldn't wait to see what she could do when she got up to speed.

The sensations she created with her simple sucking and licking were driving me crazy. I know that I was leaking pre-cum as she did it, and every so often she would pause to lick the slit atop the head of my prick. She smiled seductively when she did that, making it even harder for me to retain some semblance of control. I was determined that I would not cum inside her mouth, however. She might be doing an incredible job of sucking me off, but I didn't want her first time in over ten years to become a sloppy mess that she might not be expecting.

Jan hummed her approval as she sucked my cock, her fingers squeezing my balls every so often, letting me know that she knew what she was doing.

What she was doing, though, was bringing me ever so close to an orgasm that I didn't want yet. I wanted to feel my cock inside her, not spray her throat with my ejaculate.

After several excruciating minutes of Jan's oh-so-good blowjob, I removed my dick from her mouth. "No, baby," she said. "I want you to feel it like I did when you went down on me. I want you to cum for me."

"That can wait, baby. Aren't you ready for me to make love to you Jan? I want it so bad. Do you think you are ready for that?"

"Oh, yes, Frank. I want to feel all of you inside me."

I positioned myself between her legs, then used my hands to gently spread them, wider and wider, until my hardness was only a few tantalizing inches from penetrating her.

I rubbed the head of my cock against her slit, using her juices to help lubricate it. Jan was gasping and panting hard just at that slight touch of my dick. Slowly I began to slide it inside her and it seemed to take her breath away. I moved in and out very deliberately and slowly, not wanting to overwhelm her.

Jan suddenly froze, just laying there underneath me as I gave her more of my cock. I was certain that the worst had happened, that she wasn't ready, that she wasn't enjoying this. Damn, what a fool I was! I thought she was ready, but I was wrong. I should have stopped after the oral. She enjoyed that, but this was proving to be a big turn-off for her. I stopped moving and began to pull out, disappointed that I had misjudged the situation.

"Please don't stop," she said. "Oh, God, if you stop now I'll never speak to you again."

Now I was really confused. "Jan, I thought you weren't enjoying this. You were so quiet and you seemed to freeze up. I thought maybe you weren't ready."

"Oh, I'm more than ready for this, Frank. I was so overcome with us actually making love I went kinda numb and couldn't talk. You keep fucking me, Frank. I want this more than you'll ever know."

I began moving inside her again. This time, Jan wrapped her legs around my waist and put her hands on my shoulders as she began to move in time with my thrusts, slowly at first but steadily taking more of me inside her. Her hips raised as I began to pick up the tempo and her nails dug into my shoulders as her passion took over.

"More, Frank! Give me all of it! Oh, God, you're so good!" Jan's cries began to fill my bedroom and only excited me more. I wanted to throw caution to the wind and really give it to her, but that could wait. What was important now was just satisfying her, and she was very near her orgasm. I could tell by the way her body, although meeting my every thrust, began to stiffen, as if she was preparing for something to hit her right in the gut.

"Don't stop, baby, don't stop! I'm ready, Frank, give it to me, I'm going to cum for you, baby!"

She jerked and shook as her orgasm took her somewhere she hadn't been in a very long time. She grabbed my head and smothered me with kisses, her breath hot on my face as she panted and moaned.

Her reaction had an effect on me, as well. I could feel my own orgasm building in my balls and soon I would be cumming myself. Jan sensed it and urged me on, begging for me to fill her with my cum. It happened a moment later, the sweet release of orgasm, washing over me as I shot spurt after spurt of my hot seed deep inside her.

I had closed my eyes when I came for the first time in my memory, and when I opened them Jan was smiling as she caressed my face. "God, Frank, you were so good. You were everything I had hoped for, everything I wanted you to be."

"You were amazing, Jan," I whispered to her as I found myself out of breath. "Let's just lie here and enjoy it."

We held each other and allowed our racing hearts to calm down, the perspiration warm and sticky on our skin. We lay there kissing for so long I almost lost track of time.

"How about I get that wine for us?" I said. "I think we could use something about now, don't you think?"

"That sounds lovely. I'll be right here waiting for you."

I got out of bed, ignoring Jan when she whistled at the sight of my bare ass as I went down the hallway and into the living room. I had just picked up the bottle and our glasses when I saw my cell phone flashing. I looked at the display and there were six or seven text messages. They were all from Lucy, and they all had something or the other to do with explaining why she left. The last one asked if we could meet so that she could beg my forgiveness.

I was stunned by what I had read. Surely she doesn't think that I would simply forget about what she had done, does she?

As I shut off my phone, not wanting more messages to appear or, God forbid, have the phone ring while Jan was here, I stood there, dumbfounded.

"Hey Frank, are you squeezing the grapes for that wine?" There, standing naked in the doorway, was Jan. "You look like you just saw a ghost, Frank. Is everything okay?"

"Yes," I lied. "Everything's just fine, honey."

But it wasn't fine at all. I would have to deal with Lucy sooner or later, and I didn't know how that would play out. I followed Jan into the bedroom, more uncertain about everything than ever before.