The Gym Liaison

Annie didn't remember the first time she saw Jonathan in the gym. Being there most week day mornings, it was hard to keep track. After all, their were the regulars, but how long does one need to keep to a pattern before it registers that they are a regular? Jon was also one for free-weights and the like, a body-builder - Annie kept to the cardio machines, mostly, or the weight machines - she was rarely in the free-weights room. He could have been there for weeks before she ever saw him.

The flirting started casually enough, and really, she couldn't remember when that started either! She had noticed him by then, recognized him as another one who regularly worked-out in the morning. At first, he was only on the cardio machines a couple times a week, briefly, too. Then he seemed to add a quick warm-up session to his weight-training. That's when it started, or so it seemed to her. As Annie plowed along, happily listening to her walkman as went through her routine, she felt his eyes. She turned to him, only to have him quickly look away, pretending he hadn't been looking at all.

Or so she thought. It was a flattering idea, really, but she passed it off as unlikely at first. After all, Jonathan was a young, trim, athletic boy - a college student, she guessed - she dark hair and intense green eyes. He was muscular and broad, his arms and legs rippling with well chiseled features and she was sure there was a deep six-pack under his shirt, thought it embarrassed her to think about it, especially with the intensity she did.

She, on the other hand, was a married mother of two, one kid nearly done high-school, the other a couple years older and in the army. She had aged well, or so she thought, having kept a youthful face in that time, and no real wrinkles or lines, but she was no longer the skinny beauty she had been years ago. Pregnancies took their toll, and while Annie was now trying to reverse the damage done, she still had ways to go. She was a bit round around her middle, though her ample boobs did a good job taking the attention away from that, and she felt her arms and legs to be too thick and flabby, and her butt droopy and much too large. She was starting to get muscle lines, too, and she had lost a bunch of weight - both of these facts made her happy, but she felt she had a long way to go before being really attractive, especially considering some of the fitness model-looking girls who also worked out at her gym. She didn't think herself ugly, and was unashamed to wear tight-fitting gym cloths, which she found much more comfortable - she just didn't think herself worthy of the attention.

But as the days went by, his looks and stolen glances became more intense, and he did not turn away so often, instead hold her gaze for a few minutes and returning her smile. His eyes lingered more and more, and even just in passing, Annie felt his attention on her and her alone. It made her giggly to think that he was checking her out, and while she could not see why he would, Annie could not deny the fact that that seemed to be exactly what he was doing.

She spoke to him first, but Annie couldn't help but think he had arranged it that way. He was, after all, on the machines she usually used first in the morning - a cardio machine she had never seen him on before, and he also happened to be working out on the one next to the single vacant machine left. And he was not listening to his MP3 player as he always had every other morning.

Doing her best to keep from grinning like an idiot, Annie approached the empty machine next to him and climbed on. She was only a few minutes in when she decided she would speak - after all, there were plenty of people she chatted with in the morning, it would be no real stretch for her to talk to him.

It was a little awkward at first, conversation starting slowly with the stupid mundane dribble - "I see you here all the time" and "isn't this such a nice place" and "so what do you do?" The standard crap that one on really cares about. But it wasn't long before they were chatting, honestly speaking, even if about nothing particularly important. She didn't notice at the time, but when she looked down at the machine, Annie saw they had been talking for over forty minutes. Usually she would have switched machines by then, and she had never seen him work out so much in the cardio room.

He departed soon after, but contact was made. At first, it continued with pleasant greetings in passing, and occasionally they found themselves gapping a bit while working out. It must have been over a the course of a few months before their routines slowly altered, impressively at first, to accommodated their blossoming flirtations. He was in the cardio room for days out of the week and for longer, often taking the machine next to hers when available, or watching her from somewhere else if it wasn't, and Annie found herself doing more weights in the mornings. She still kept mainly to the weight-lifitng machines, but from there, she could steal glances at the handsome boy as he went about his own weight-lifting.

She liked watching him workout, seeing his strong arms pressing up the packed barbell, his chest swelling as he pushed. Or watching his already thick biceps bulge with power as he curled some particularly heavy dumbbell. And slowly, from the machines, she started to migrate to the free-weights. Jonathan was quick to help her when she needed it and was a great instructor on good form and proper positioning; he kept an eye on her throughout her sets - he said once when asked that he was watching in case she needed a spot, but there was no mistaking the intensity and hunger in his eyes or the playful, almost teasing curve of his smile. He liked watching her, and there was no other reason for his attention.

Months after she had first noticed him, the unlikely pair was practically working out together every day, cardio first, then weights, and cool down, usually a walk around the track for a few laps. Completely flattered by his attention, Annie was still shocked when he asked her out - she didn't know if it was a date, per-say, but he had invited her to join him for dinner after work. They had been talking about Indian food, and he quite casually said he knew a wonderful place and they should go there sometime. So casually, in fact, it sounded to be one of those non-committal invites that never actually got planned. She was shocked when he said a date, suggesting they meet their on Thursday.

It was then, just then, that Annie realized, after all this time, she had never mentioned her husband. She had passingly referred to her children, but the conversation never dwelt on them. She could hear the tinge of nervousness in his voice, the anxiety of having asked a girl out and waiting for her answer.

Annie smiled at him, but refrained, making a dismissive comment about how her husband probably wouldn't be too keen on the idea.

He seemed shocked more than anything else. "You're married?" Jonathan's eyes flowed down to her hands, inspecting her fingers for a ring that he had somehow missed up until then. Annie could tell from his gaze, he had checked for it before.

"Yeah," she replied. She held up her hand, bare-fingered as it always was. "I don't wear it while working out."

He nodded, understanding. He did not seem embarrassed, just a little disappointed. "Shame. Well, lucky guy!"

Annie nodded, feeling awkward and ashamed, like she had led him to bask in his attention and to keep up the flirtation that passed between them - and she had! She had desperately wanted him to want her, it made her feel wonderful to think that he did, and even his asking her had made her feel younger and more beautiful then ever, but now, now she just felt like she had used him.

But nothing changed between them. It surprised her when he immediately nodded to the bench press and told her it was her go, and then he moved into position to spot her. It was like nothing had happened at all. It would have been even more awkward, she guessed, if he had just walked away. So they finished that day, not talking quite as much, and Annie guessed that her little "affair" - though she had never thought about it as such before, not even jokingly - was over.

To her surprise, the next day, Jonathan was by her side, as cheery and full of energy as ever. She began to wonder, as they went about their workout, if maybe she hadn't misinterpreted his intent - but still his eyes roamed all over her, checking her out when he thought she wouldn't notice. He still lavished his attention on her without fail, and if anything, the little flirting comments picked up, not diminished.

Annie couldn't help the feeling this gave her - a youthful exhilaration that kept her floating through the day. She had enjoyed Jonathan's company previously, and her health and fitness had improved by working out with him; it was difficult for her to keep up with someone younger and in better shape at first, but he constantly pushed her. She shocked herself at her accomplishments. But now, she was somehow freer, having told him she was married, and his flirting was all the more endearing. She couldn't understand why, but she was just happier during the days they worked out together.

She also found herself a bit more turned on, too. Sadly, it had been years since she had actually desired sex, that the urge was a real physical and emotional need. These days, sex with her husband was quick, dull, and at his whim.

It was a Friday night and nearly two weeks since she had had sex when the frustration became too much for her to wait. She daughter was out with friends, as was typical for a high school girl on a Friday night, and there was no danger of her being home anytime soon. Annie felt lucky the days the girl came home before curfew. She didn't have much in the way of sexy cloths - her body wasn't well shaped like a model's, and she often thought such things looked absurd on her, but she did have some matching lacy bra and panties and a slinky little silk robe she hadn't worn in a long time - it felt very inappropriate when the children were around.

So dressed, her robe held loosely closed, the front open enough so flashes of flesh and underwear were exposed as she moved, Annie sauntered into the living room, trying to work up a sexy gait. Her husband, Lou, didn't even look up from the TV at her. She continued towards him, and bent over at the waist when she got to his recliner, leaning on the armrest to show off her hefty boobs and deep cleavage, held snug in her sexiest bra.

He gave her only a glance before his eyes returned to the TV. "What are you wearing? Get some cloths on."

Annie was a bit disappointed, but she was not yet deterred. "Linda's out for the night. It's just the two of us. Don't think I need anything else on . . ." she said, her voice full of suggestions of naughtiness.

He shrugged, his eyes glued to his show. "Whatever you want," he mumbled.

Annie frowned, but decided a new tactic was in order. She leaned in and kissed him on the lips. For a few moments, he didn't even respond, then he kissed her back. She pressed on, kissing harder and more, letting her tongue slowly work between them. Joy filled her as he seemed to respond. It had been a very long time since their had been real passion between them - even a kiss like this, which had been so quick in coming when they first got married, had been long absent from their lives.

But after a few moments, Lou pulled back. When his wife didn't move out of his way, he looked at her and stated, "I'm trying to watch this."

Annie nodded, knowing a dismissal when she heard it. She sighed as she settled down on the sofa next to the recliner. She pulled her robe tight around her and tied it, feeling ridiculous wearing it. Her eyes were on the TV for a while, but she wasn't aware of anything on it, it never even registered. Feeling foolish for her attempt and unappealing, even in her lingerie, she couldn't help but fidget with the tie around her waist that held the robe closed. It was coming loose and when she looked down, she could see her boobs pushed up and squeezed together by her bra, and it made her uncomfortable. It felt wrong to be sitting around dressed as she was. A small smiled spread across her lips as a random thought entered her head. Jonathan would probably appreciate this view.

She nearly laughed out loud at the thought; it made her warm inside, made her glow. She thought of his eyes upon her, seeing them at first as she usually did at the gym when she was in her work-out cloths, and imagining his eyes again as she fantasized about working with him as always, but her dressed in her bra and panties. Some distant part of her mind told her that he wouldn't look at her like that at all, but it didn't matter. In her little day dream, he peered at her with utter lust, and she, acting like she didn't notice, did little things to tease and taunt him with her body. She added bounce to her step, making her breasts wobble all the more, and she as she bent over to pick up her dumbbells, she would thrust her ass out at him and give it a wiggle.

Annie excused her self from the living room, glad that her husband hadn't noticed the flush to her skin. She rushed up to the bedroom and decided to take a shower to help her calm. But her mind did not get off the thought of her teasing Jonathan - she could not get the picture of his eyes, so beautiful and so full of passionate desire, out of her head. Showering was not helping - under the warm spray, her mind lingered on and her body responded. Already frustrated and turned on, Annie slid her fingers down between her legs and massaged her pussy.

It felt like forever since she had touched herself this way, and in truth, Annie could not remember the last time she had masturbated. Her legs quivered with the very first touch, and as she rubbed, a familiar feeling built up inside. She couldn't understand how she had let this go, how she could have forgotten this pleasure, this wonderful fulfillment! Long ago, her husband had satisfied her lusts and desires, but when that waned, nothing had come back to fill the void, and now she was doing so. She bit her lip, her body trembling as she leaned again the back of the shower and let the first wave wash over her body. It wasn't an orgasm, not yet, but the first of a long series of quick explosive pulses that washed through her, driving her further on towards ecstasy.

At first, her mind was blank, but as she rolled deliciously closer to cumming, Annie's mind once more picked back up her fantasy of her displaying herself for Jonathan and him desiring her with every bit of his being. She came to that thought, and nothing more. Her daydream held nothing more than that; they never touched, never spoke of anything - it was simple teasing on her part, teasing and being wanted. Satisfied more then she had ever been and feeling young and beautiful, she cleaned herself and went to bed.

The weekend felt incredible long and painful for her. She ached to be back at the gym on Monday morning -which was a first. Annie liked going to the gym, enjoying the feel of being refreshed and alive after her workout, but she never so longed for at she did across those two days. She found her mind constantly wandering back to her Friday night fantasy and each time, distracted by those thoughts, her body responded with arousal, and her dreams went a little further along. By the end of the end of the weekend, Annie, who had not touched herself for a long time, have worked herself through seven wonderful climaxes, more then she usually had in a few months.

Monday morning, however, she was a little bit of a wreck. On the way to the gym, she felt embarrassed and disillusioned. She thought that seeing Jonathan after all of her wicked little thoughts would be awkward.

Amazingly, it wasn't. She was on her machine, working hard and trying not to think about him, and then he was next to her, greeting her as always and smiling brightly. Seeing him, her fears melted and it was like always.

"Excuse my saying so," Jonathan said, after regarding her for a few moments - his eyes openly examining her from head to toe a few times, "but you look great today."

"Thank you," Annie said, dropping her gaze, but her own smile widening.

"I don't know what it is," he went on, still inspecting her body over and over, "but something. Not your hair," it wasn't really a question, but Annie shook her head to confirm that her hair was the same. "I don't know. Tanner, maybe? Were you outside a lot this weekend?"

Spring was just picking up, and the weekend past had been wonderfully warm and sunny. Annie had wanted to get out and start her gardening, but she hadn't managed it. Jonathan, himself, had a bit of red about the face and shoulders - typical places for someone getting a little too much sun. He must have been out and guessed she had been too.

"No, not much." He just shook his head, marveling at the difference but unable guess what it was. Annie, though delighted, changed the subject. "Seems you were out."

"Yeah," he agreed. "I was doing a fair amount of running this weekend. Their a wonderful train near my apartment. Beautiful weather for it. Flowers starting to bloom, leaves budding. I just love running outside this time of year."

Annie smiled, as always amused by the whimsical sound of his voice. He seemed such a kid at heart and took everything so lightly. Jon seemed to get real pleasure out of the little things in life, the small wonders and beauties. Things older people seemed to stop noticing.

"Sounds wonderful. I've never gone running outside." Annie didn't need to mention that this was because this was the first spring in which she felt fit enough to be able to run any kind of distance. Last year at this time, she had been doing her cardio machines, but she was no runner. Now, for the first time, after working out so long with Jonathan, she felt like she would be up to such a task.

"It's great for you," Jonathan said, grinning impishly at her, a slight tease in his expression.

It had taken him weeks to get her on the treadmill, convincing her that not only could she do it, but it was worthwhile and rewarding. She had certainly put up a fight against actually running, and she had been so glad after the first few times to feel just how strong and free she had become.

"You should definitely try it sometime. Running outdoors is great, especially on a cool evening on a great trail like that one. It's just an awesome feeling. If you ever want to go . . . " He trained off, the rest of his words not needing to be voiced. But, Annie noticed, it was one of those non-committal, open-ended suggestions. The kind that never get planned and never come to pass.

She decided this one should. "How about tomorrow evening? After work?"

Jonathan smiled at her, but he cocked his head to one side, an obvious question in his eyes. "Your husband won't mind that?"

There was a tease to his voice, and suspicion. He knew it wasn't the same as dinner together, Annie could tell, he also knew there was more to it. He doubted very much that her husband would approve.

Annie shrugged. "He knows I come to the gym every morning. Doesn't understand why, but he knows it makes me feel better. Tell him I'll be going running after work, he won't get it, but he won't care either." Quite honestly, Annie wondered it he'd even notice.

Jonathan nodded, seeing the logic behind that, but he saw more in it, too. Annie could see he followed every word and understood the little deception - she would tell Lou she was going running, and maybe even say with someone from the gym, but she wouldn't tell him who it was or where they would be. She knew it, and she knew that Jonathan knew it too. He wasn't assuming anything from it, she could tell, but they both knew she was crossing a line. Slightly, maybe, but it was a start.

And that was the start of it. Every weekday morning, they were working out together, and then, when the weather was nice, twice a week - at first - they got together after work to go running. Often they went on the trail around Jon's apartment, but after a few weeks of that trail, he suggested some variety, and they would meet up at different places in the area and go running.

Summer started out hot, and only got worse, but they continued their outdoor jogs all the same. They were on the trail near Jonathan's apartment, it still being a favorite of theirs, on a hot and humid July evening. Jon had suggested, after having been out the previous days and hearing on the weather report that today would be far worse then those, that they not go running, but Annie, who so much enjoyed her time out of the house and every moment spent with him, insisted. It hadn't taken much to get him to agree.

They both ran out of water halfway through their run, and long before they got back to his apartment, where they parked their cars, they had slowed down to a stumbling walk. Annie was apologetic for insisting they run on a day like this, but Jon kept waving her words off. Both of them were drenched with sweat, their clothing saturated completely, and even at a walk, they could barely keep their breath.

When they got back to the parking lot, Annie waved at him. "Going home," she mumbled, exhausted.

He shook his head and pointed to his apartment. "Come up. Get something to drink first. Bad for you."

Drained and miserable from the heat, Annie nodded without another thought to it. She was parched and needed something to drink, her mouth painfully dry.

The cold air hit them as soon as they entered the building, and both signed with contentment. It was wonderful and enriching to feel the cold, dry air. The climb up the stairs to the second floor was not even a burden to their weary legs, the chill reviving them as it was.

Jonathan was quick to get them inside and pour them both a large glass of icy cold water. They drank in silence, and Annie meandered around, casually checking out the place. It was her first visit inside, and she was rather impressed with what he did with the modest furnishings. It was not a large place, a living room, small kitchen, tiny bath, but the bedroom was large enough for his bed and a desk for him to work at.

Her first glass of water lasted long enough for her to inspect the place, and when she poured her second, she sat down in the chair across from sofa that Jonathan sat on; she was a little confused as to why his seemed nervous and shifty. More than usual his eyes were lingering on her, only to dart away when she looked at him, as if she wouldn't notice that he had been looking. Then it struck her - wet as she was, her cloths were clinging more than usual, and with the sudden exposure of the frigid air, her nipples had hardened and were now poking through the front of her tight shirt. Quite obviously, too, she noticed when she glanced down.

She couldn't contain her smile, but she hid it by closing her eyes, or at least seeming to, and stretching her arms high above her head, thrusting out her chest as she did so. Jonathan's eyes went wide as he gawked openly, dumbfounded at her display. Suddenly, realizing his uncouth behavior, he looked up at her face, but Annie had already opened her eyes was looking right at him. He flushed and turned away, embarrassed to have been caught staring at her boobs. Annie couldn't be more thrilled, thought; the look in his eyes when he had been staring had been the same one that filled her fantasies night after night.

She did a few more stretches to each side, always turning her head away and then glancing back before pulling out of the pose to catch his eyes staring at her. She pretended not to notice, that she was unaware of the effect she was having on him, but she loved every moment of it.

And then, quite suddenly, his attention was elsewhere and he was bent over, his weight on his arms, which rested on his knees. He was fidgeting in his seat and little, his eyes everywhere but on her, and he played with the glass in his hands. Annie was a bit surprised - Jonathan seemed nervous, something she had never seen in him before, and suddenly she felt bad for having been teasing him like that.

"I'm sorry," she said, knowing that she had been obvious enough in her taunts for him to understand. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Annie was about to get up to go, a bit saddened that she had ruined their relaxing time together, but Jonathan just shrugged and smiled at her, seeming unoffended. Nothing about his actions said that he wanted her to leave.

The teasing smile she was used to had returned, "What did you mean to do, then?"

Annie breathed a sigh of relief, glad that she had damaged their friendship, though she was a little embarrassed herself about her intensions. "I don't know. I was just playing a little. I really like the way you look at me - I was just trying to tease you a little, get you going."

"You succeed," he replied, leaning back in his seat. The hard-on poking through in his flimsy running shorts was painfully obvious. Annie eyes were locked on the bulge; she was unaware that she was staring, and yet unable to look at anything else. "What where you planning on doing next?"

She looked back up at his, seeing the mischief plainly on his face. She flushed a bit, and the red deepened even more as her gaze kept drifting back to his crotch, which was on display before her. He was sitting with his legs wide apart, pretty much advertising his hard cock. "I don't know. I've spent the last few months trying just to get that reaction from my husband. I feel like I wouldn't know what to do if I actually got it at this point." She couldn't believe she had said that, but it was the truth - when she was home, she felt very unappealing, un-sexual, like she didn't know anything about sex anymore then simply having Lou climb on top of her and hump away for a while.

Jonathan was quiet a few moments, letting her words linger in the air. She had known him long enough to know he was carefully considering his next words. "I think if it was your husband here, you would know exactly what to do at this point. But he's not. I am. The question now is, what do you want to do? And are you going to do it?"

Annie knew what she should do, and she knew wanted to do - they were both completely different things. She had to pick between them, and it was not an easy choice for her, but it took less then a moment for her to make. She stood up from the sofa, crossed the room, and sat down next to Jon.

Even as her body fell into the seat, her mouth slid down onto his and her hand went right to his crotch, cupping the hardness contained within his shorts and stroking it gently. He moaned at her touch, and reached up for her, one arm sliding around her back, pulling her closer to him, the other hand gliding easily up the front of her sweat-soaked shirt. His fingers wrapped around the soft flesh of her breast, squeezing gently.

They lulled on the sofa for a while, their lips eagerly caressing and tasting, charged with the heat of months of flirting and tension. Their bodies rolled together, pressing hard to each other at times, falling away to leave just the soft touch of hands and fingers. It was long passionate moments before Annie's hand scooped up the front of Jonathan's shirt and peeled the wet garment from him, revealing the trim, athletic body she had so wanted to see and so often dreamed about. It was everything she had imagined, and her fingers roamed across the hard lines and ridges of his muscles, amazed by his strength and youthful beauty.

And while entranced, he lifted her up and set her down in his lap, her legs bracketing his own, her thighs pressing down tight against the throbbing member in his shorts. He reached up and pulled off her shirt, flinging it away like the unwanted cloth it was, and once free of it, Annie grabbed her sport's bra and pulled it off, letting her hefty boobs bounce unhindered.

Annie was embarrassed at first. The age difference between her and Jonathan was always a strange thing - awareness of it ebbed and flowed like the tides. Somethings made her conscious of it, other times, she felt as young as he, or him older like her. Usually they seemed to meet in the middle. But now, more then ever, her breasts on display, she felt that difference like a wave of shock and shame. Girls his age had firm, perky tits, but hers were older, sagging from time and her nipples thick and wide from breast feeding to children. It seemed that now, more then every, she was so much older then him, and she feared how he would react to that.

He never paused for a moment. His hands engulfed her tits, squeezing the plump flesh together before his eyes. He leaned in, sucking on one hard nipple for a few moments before switching to the next, He went back and forth, licking and nibbling on her tit-flesh, exciting her like her hadn't been in years. Her arms cradled his head, holding him close to her breasts, not letting him pull away for an instant, even though that thought was the furthers from his mind. Annie couldn't even remember the last time Lou had shown her ample tits such interest; she had forgotten how wild such suckling could be, and how much it turned her on.

Jon's hands released her boobs, but her kept his mouth close, still working one then the other over and over. He reached around her and grabbed her ass, his fingers grasping the soft roundness of her bottom.

Annie moaned, a deep guttural sound very out of place for her. Lou never seemed to like it when she made much noise during sex, and a few times right after they got married, he commented on the way she carried on during sex. He wasn't complaining, but he never sounded approving, either. Since then, she had been much more subdued. She couldn't help it now - the moan escaped without a thought, and even though her immediate reaction was shock and quick start, it still felt right somehow, and she relaxed again.

Jonathan, however, seemed to take the noise much differently then her husband. With that first moan of pleasure, his fingers squeezed tighter and his teeth bit a little harder on her nipple, pulling back a bit to stretch her sensitive bud before sucking it deep into his mouth once more. His hips bucked just a little, but that was all he needed to grind his cock into her crotch, pressing the harden against her cunt. She couldn't believe the shock of pleasure and desire that swept through her, making her swoon weakly in his grasp and moan again, louder this time.

"Oh God," she mumbled, tussling his damp hair with her fingers. "Please. I need it, Jonathan. I need you. Please."

He released her tit from his mouth and looked up into her eyes, but her did not take his face away from her breasts, instead leaving his cheeks pressed between the soft mounds. "What do you need?" he asked, his face alive with mischief.

"I need you."

"You have me," he teased.

"I need - I need you to make love to me," she said, her voice little more than a whisper.

"No," he replied. "I'm not going to make love to you. I'm going to fuck you." She purred at those words, words she had never said before, words that before were vulgar. Now they were sweet music to her, and it made her weak to hear it given voice. "Hard," he continued without pause. "With my cock."

She moaned again, cupped his face in her hands, and lowered her mouth to his to kiss him hungrily on the lips. She sucking his tongue into her mouth, basking in the heat and passion that flowed between it. She pulled away just enough to speak, and her lips where twisted into a devils grin and she was near giggling. "I want it. I want it so bad."

"What?" he asked, stroking his fingers up her cheek and into her tight wet tresses. "What do you want?"

"Your . . . cock." It was a foreign word on her lips, and an even stranger request, but saying it, just saying it, filled her desire. She liked the sound of it, and said it again. "Your cock. I want your cock. I want you to fuck me!" The words came easily, rolling off her tongue and across her lips. She lowered her mouth to his neck, kissing and sucking on the salty kiss as she whispered those words over and over again. She could feel the object of her desire rising and pulsing between her legs, thumping rhythmically against her own hot sex as Jon shifted beneath her.

"Get naked for me," he sighed as she rained little bites on his neck.

Annie stood, her lust burning out all embarrassment of doing so. In her fantasies, this had been easy, but she had always thought that actually taking off her cloths in front of Jonathan would be difficult, her being older and still not the slim fitness model that someone like him could easily be getting. But those thoughts didn't enter her mind, now as she kicked off her shoes. Annie pulled down her shorts and panties in one swift motion. She stood there before him, naked and exposed - and not in the least bit embarrassed. Even better, she was happy to be nude before him, pleased with herself and excited to be seen fully and completely by him, the one who made her feel sexy and desirable. She had never felt so as much as she did now.

Jonathan admired her nakedness for only a few moments before her was standing with her, embracing her, and kissing her neck, ears, and lips over and over. Annie's fingers found the elastic of his shorts and boxers and with a thrust, shovered them down to his ankles; his hot member slid up against her thigh, making her quiver with anticipation.

In a moment, he was out of his shorts and shoes, and spun them both around so it was she whose back was to the sofa. He pushed down on her shoulders, gently guiding her back into the seat, and then he knelt down before her and spread her legs wide. Annie giggled as she thought of him gazing right at her wet pussy and at the look of wonder in his face. She was not his first, she could tell that right off, but someone, something about her seemed to stir that same lust and amazement in him.

He lowered his mouth to her cunt, his lips touching her smooth skin with a gentle kiss and his tongue so softly flicking out and up across her slit. She moaned again as electricity leapt through her body. It had been a long time since Lou had sucked on her boobs - it was much longer still since he hand gone down on her, and the feeling of Jonathan's mouth against her wet snatch was incredible.

Annie ran her fingers through his hair and pulled his head up until his eyes met hers. "That's wonderful," she sighed with complete and total honesty, "but it's not what I need right now." She was drawing him up on to his feet, pulling his crotch up towards hers. "I need you cock," she added, fire in her voice. "I need you to fuck me."

Jonathan grinned. Annie was sure that he hadn't just been going down on her because he thought she would like it, but she also knew that neither one of them had needed the amount of foreplay they had already had. They were, both of them, aching for this, and they certainly didn't need to spend any more time not fucking.

As he lifted himself up towards her, Annie wrapped her legs around his body and squeezed him closer. And then he was in, just that quickly. His cock slid easily into her wet, velvet folds, filling her up. Both of them moaned their delight as his tool was buried, almost by accident, fully inside of her. There eyes locked as Jonathan loomed over her, and both held themselves in perfect stillness, simply lavishing in the sensation of him inside of her.

"Oh, God," Annie sighed, her body burning with desire and passion unlike any see had known in years. This felt to right, so powerful, there was not even the slightest feeling of guilt or regret, nor did she think such feels could ever come from such joy. She squeezed her legs tighter around Jon's hips, pulling him in as close, as deep as she could, and she rolled her crotch up and down on his, keeping him firmly inside of her, but fucking him all the same.

Jonathan whispered to her, "I'm going to fuck you, now. I'm going to make you scream!"

Annie couldn't even reply; she loosened her legs around him, but still kept him embraced by her thighs. Jon's hands reached under her, grapping her ass and lifting her slightly from the sofa cushion. She was amazed by the strength of his arms, to hold her so, and then that amazement vanished from her mind as he began to thrust.

The cries and moans came unabated from her mouth, and Annie was vaguely aware that she was speaking sometimes, but she didn't know what she said. Vulgar things, she was sure; words never spoken from her lips, but it fueled both of their passions. She kept her legs tight about his body, enjoying the feeling of his hard muscles squeezed against her thighs. Her hands, at a loss of anything else to do, scooped up her bouncing boobs and smushed them together, her fingers pinching and pulling at her nipples.

"Yeah," Jon growled, his voice raw and husky, "play with your tits. You huge fucking tits. God, so that's so fucking hot!"

Hearing those words turned her on all the more, and she gave him a show of it, pinching her nipples hard between her fingers and pulling on them, lifting her boobs as high as they could with just the thick buds. His eyes were glued to them, even when she let them wobble free, bouncing yard in time with his powerful thrusts, that drove her hard into the back of the couch. She couldn't believe how much she enjoyed playing with herself while he watched. She had never felt better about herself in her life, nor had she ever so much enjoyed fucking before. She felt renewed, reborn as a different person to a new life. And she cried out her pleasure, the sound shrieking from her mouth like no other before.

"Oh my God!" she screamed. "Harder. Oh, fuck me harder!"

Sweat was dripping from his hair, splattering down onto her belly and tits, even falling onto her face from time to time, and the hot, salty rain only spurred her on more. She reached one hand down between her legs, her fingers seeking her aching clit. The first touch sent her body exploding into orgasm, and she continued to rub her cunt, letting the pleasure build and soar. Her legs tightened, every muscle tensing at once as the most incredible pleasure of her life shot though her like a run away train. She could feel her cunt clenching at Jonathan's cock as she continued to fuck away, faster and harder, raising her climax up to greater, more glorious heights.

She heard him grunt, saw the strain on his face as he fought for control. She was deep in the thralls of her orgasm and wanted nothing more than for him to join her. "Fuck me, Jon," she cried. "Oh yes, fuck me. Fuck me! Cum for me. God, I want you to cum." She couldn't believe the words that spewed from her mouth. She left like a slut, a whore, some drug-crazed porn star - and she loved it! It made the whole act hotter somehow, even dirtier. She never knew sex could feel so good, so wild, so freeing. It was all so new to her, and so delicious! "Fuck me! Yes, cum for me. I want your cum!"

Jonathan's stroked came harder and faster, driving deeper into her then anything before. He cried out as he plowed into her body one last time, his cum erupting from his cock and spewing deep inside of her body. He held himself as deeply inside as he could, her ass still firmly in his grasp, and her legs squeezing his body as tightly to hers as Annie could manage. They were still, but their moans and pants filled the room as he dosed her hot cunt with his seed.

After a few moments, the last quiver of their mutual orgasms receding, Jonathan collapsed on top of her, his hard naked body pressing down against her soft one, his head against her shoulder. They embraced and held each other for a long time, neither one wanting to be separate from the other. His cock was flaccid inside her body long before they pulled away.

When they broke apart, Jonathan helped her stand. Both of them were sweating again, almost as badly as they had been when they first came inside. Annie giggled a bit at that. "I think we're going to need more water."

Jonathan nodded and grabbed the glasses, quickly going about getting them both a refill. He correctly read the tone in her voice - they needed to cool down a bit so they could get sweaty again.

"Can I use you phone?"

"Yeah, sure. Corner table, next to the sofa," he called back from the kitchen. "Who you calling?"

Annie found the phone on the floor next to the table. She guessed the shaking of the sofa had knocked it off - and that thought made her grin happily. "Lou."

Jonathan came back out of the kitchen, glasses in hand. "What are you going to tell him?" he asked, offering her one of the waters.

"That it was too hot and our run got cut short, so we decided to workout inside in stead," she nodded her appreciation as she took the glass from him. She had a wicked gleam in her eyes as she added, "And that I'm not going to be home until late tonight because of it."

It was a quick phone call; Lou simply grunted and dismissed the whole thing, saying that if she ended up being real late, to try not to wake him when she came in. She hung up the phone without the slightest feeling of remorse or quilt. The only thing she did feel was the burning desire to get Jon's cock back inside of her.

When she voiced that desire, Jonathan just chuckled. "In good time! We have all night to savor it."

He downed his water and took her hand, leading her into the bed room. He led her to the bed and nodded for her to lie down. She climbed onto the mattress and reclined on her side; with a little push, he rolled her onto her stomach and positioned her on the center of the bed. He climbed on top of her, his legs straddling the small of her back, and he sent his hands to work massaging her shoulders.

"Oh God," Annie moaned into her pillow. "Sex and a massage? I think I'm in heaven!"

"And here I was marveling at how easy it was to touch you're naked skin," he teased her.

His fingers were strong and he knew just what to do, where to squeeze and how hard. He worked across her shoulders and down each arm, taking his time to twist and roll the muscles beneath his hands. He paused only briefly to get some massaging oil from his bedside drawer, and then returned to her back.

His touch, while soothing and relaxing, also kindled her burning lust; she laid there, loving the wonderful treatment, getting hotter by the moment. He was naked above her, and it wasn't long before she felt his cock growing again, returning to life as he caressed her. He didn't stop his handiwork, not even for a moment, even after his was at full hardness, working his way down her back. His cock bobbed between his legs, thumping against her back and butt; she could help but think it was one of the sexiest things in the world to feel his hard-on bouncing against her like that.

"Jonathan?" she moaned, her voice soft, like she was half asleep. In truth, she was just that relaxed.

"Hmmm?"

"Why me?"

"What?" He didn't stop massaging her; his hands rubbed down her body to the small of her back. He leaned his weight down into her, working her taunt muscles hard to loosen them up.

"You gorgeous," she said. "You could have just about any girl in the gym - I've seen them looking at you. You could have someone so much prettier and younger then me. So why me?"

"Your smile," he replied without hesitation. His hands worked out a particularly tight knot just then, and Annie moaned with pleasure at the sensation.

When she had the breath to speak again, she asked, "My smile?"

"When I saw you the first time, the very first time, you were just pumping away like crazy on your machine, big old smile on your face, eyes staring out at nothing as you listened to your music. You just looked so happy, so completely happy to be there. It just struck me. I couldn't stop staring at you - it made me happy just to look at you. From them on, I was smitten. You always just beamed. Glowed. Beautiful. Radiant."

Annie buried her face into her pillow to hide the flush in her face. She was smiling now, grinning so wide it was a bit painful, but she could not contain it. That was the most wonderful thing she had heard said about her in such a long time.

Jonathan shifted himself on top of her, turning so that he faced her feet and started to work his hands down the back of one leg and then the other. They were silent for a long time after that, him content to keep touching her, and her relishing every moment he doted upon her. His hard cock was pressed hard against her ass as he reached down to sooth her tight calf-muscles. Annie giggled a bit, feeling the thick, hot shaft resting perfectly in her soft ass-crack.

Her legs were bent so that he could easily reach her feet, and he worked the bottom of her left foot with expert fingers, making her moan and sigh with complete contentment. "Where did you learn how to do this?" she gasped dreamily.

"School. I'm studying physical fitness and chiropractics. I took a bunch of massage classes too - have my license for it, actually."

Once more, Annie was suddenly made aware of their age difference, but this time she simply relished in the idea of having this young, beautiful stud severing her.

She felt his lips kiss the top of her foot, and then his tongue snaked out and licked across a single toe. She giggled at the feel of it. He continued to rub and massage the bottom of her foot, even as his tongue darted between her each toe in turn, and then he took all five of them into his mouth at once.

She sighed luxuriously, amazed by the wonderful feeling and the jolt that shot up into her cunt from it. It was a powerful shock. She couldn't believe how good that felt. "Teach you that in your class?" she teased.

"Nope," he replied, moving his attention to the other foot. "I just enjoy it." He spent a few moments simply rubbing her sole, and then once more began to kiss and lick and suck her feet and toes. She could tell that he liked it; his hard cock tensed and throbbed against her ass as he did it. A sure sign of how much it was turning him on. Annie's body, too, was responding to the strange, new pleasure in a similar way. She could feel the hot wetness building between her legs.

He switched between her feet a few times, using his mouth more and his fingers less each time. Annie would have thought her feet to be sweaty and foul, but that made his attention all the more powerful, and she was sure that he felt the same way.

He slid off her then, and moved down between her legs. For a moment, Annie wondered if he was going to just get on top and enter her from behind; she would have loved it if her had, but his firm hands on the back of her thighs told her that was not to be. He was massaging again, but moving upwards across the back of her legs and onto her meaty buttocks.

"Not enough muscle there to make it worth while," Annie said more to herself. She was still disappointed by the largeness of her butt, even after all this time. Other parts of her still needed work, she new, but her rump - that was the worst in her opinion.

The sharp crack of his palm smacking her on the ass made her yelp, even as she gasped in pleasure. "I don't want to hear you saying things like that," he scolded her.

Still gasping, she asked, "That was supposed to be punishment?"

"I can hit you harder next time," he replied, proving his point with a much harder, louder swat on her other ass cheek. Annie shuddered and gasped again; she had never realized that a spank could feel so good.

His hands began to work the muscle, kneading the soft flesh up and down with strong, deep squeezed. Annie's voice poured from her lips in deep, passionate groans of shear delight. With ever squeeze, she could feel the flames of her lust growing hotter and stronger. There was something so intimate and powerful in the way he massaged her ass, pulling apart her ass cheeks, exposing her most private of areas.

She cried out when she felt his teeth sink into her tender flesh. It wasn't a hard bite, but surprising and wonderful. He kissed then, and bit, and licked up and down her ass, one side then the next. His hands massaged sometimes, others times the clawed, his nails raking red lines down her skin, and every so often he would shock her with firm spank. Her moans were continuous, punctured by sharp squeals of pleasure and deep intakes of breath.

And then, quite suddenly, his lips kissed her directly on the the ass hole. It was a shock, a completely surprise, and her relaxed body tensed with a start. It was an invasion of her intimacy, the privacy of her body - she knew that she would horrified, violated, maybe even disgusted if she hadn't been so utterly turned on already. Her held breath escaped in a long, hearty moan and her body yielded to the incredible pleasure that flooded within her from the touch. He kissed her hole again and again, quick gentle pecks becoming longer, lingering kisses.

He reached a hand beneath her, cupping her cunt in his palm. The gentle pressure against her clit was breathtaking, and for a long moment, Annie was still and quiet, unable to get the air she needed to vocalize her pleasure. Jonathan, sensing her approval of his actions, continued on, his tongue snaking up the crack of her ass, slowly slithering from side to side across the sweaty flesh as he travel upwards across her puckered hole. Again and again, he rained his kisses down onto her ass hole, relaxing her sphincter with his gentle touch, and then he used his tongue massage her wrinkled flesh, poking just a bit into the center of the her anus, bringing a rise to her voice from his wonderful intrusion.

Annie was panting hard, clinging to the bed sheets with both hands, her knuckles white from the tightness of her grip. She had never known such exquisite pleasure. She had heard of anal sex, but never once had Lou touched her like that, nor had she ever wanted him to before. She couldn't help but think she had been missing something all her life. Jonathan's palm stroked her cunt, and she humped hard against his hand, bring herself closer to another wonderful orgasm as his tongue slathered and probed her asshole.

"Fuck," she whispered. "That's so good! I - I can't believe . . . it's so fucking good!"

Jonathan's tongue stopped licking across her pink anus only long enough to say, "An ass this wonderful deserves this treatment for hours everyday." He locked his lips back on her asshole, sucking on it now, and rapidly flicking the very tip of his tongue up and down the sensitive opening to her butt.

Annie reached a hand around her and stroked his dripped hair. "As many hours as you want to devote to it," she sighed. There seemed to be no limit to the time he was willing to spend there, either. She fucked herself against his palm, cumming hard for the second time that evening, and he continued right on licking and sucking her asshole, far beyond when the quakes of pleasure stopped wracking her body.

She was still only for a few minutes, though; his mouth was quickly rousing another climax in her, and she rapidly returned to grinding her sopping cunt against his hand. She curled her feet around and inwards a bit until her toes graced his cock. It felt thicker and harder then she recalled from earlier, and the heat pulsing in his tool was shocking to her. She couldn't believe how completely turned on he was. Not only that, he had not touched himself, nor had his cock grazed her skin since he had begun his incredible rimming of her asshole.

Annie squeezed his cock between her feet. It was awkward to use her toes in such a way, especially from this position, but she did as best as she could to caress his throbbing member. Now his own voice joined hers on vocalizing their pleasure; the sounds issuing from his throat felt heavenly against her ass. His hands found her feet and held them a bit steadier, and his thighs pumped in rhythm as she jerked his cock with her toes. It was a slow, fumbling pace at best, but it was fueling both of their lusts like gasoline on a bonfire, and Jonathan never once relented his wonderful administrations to her asshole.

Annie spoke, her body flushed with heat. Her voice was breathy, teasing, "You want to fuck my ass, don't you?" She had almost asked if he wanted to anal sex, but someone that question was not appropriate. Those words were from her old life. "You want to shove your cock up my tight little shit-hole." These words were from her new life; they shocked the hell out of her, but at they same time, they were right.

"Yeah," Jonathan groaned, not even stopping from licking her ass.

"Do it!" she purred, her words filled with urgency. "Shove that hard cock up my ass." It was a struggle for her, drunk from lust as she was, to do so, but she pulled herself up onto her hands and knees, her virgin rump wiggling invitingly for him.

In a moment, his thick cock was pressed up against her slathered asshole. He head was slick with oil, his massage oil Annie assumed, and she was glad for that. Even after his lengthy oral session on her ass, she was a little scared about taking something so large up such a small hole. But she wanted it now. She never had before, it had never even crossed her mind, but at this moment, she wanted his cock stuffed up her asshole as much as she had wanted him to fuck her earlier. Nothing would stop her from taking it all, even if it hurt like all hell, she would take every inch of his cock inside of her.

She went his weight bearing down on his tool, pushed the head against the wrinkled skin of her sphincter. There was a shock of cold on her ass as thick liquid drizzled down across her ass cheeks and oozed down into her bum cleavage. Jon's cock slid up and down across her hole, smearing the slickness all around, even dabbing gently inwards to push the lubrication inside her a bit.

And then he began to push for real. His cock spread her hole wide, her tight passage opening quick easily at first to admit this welcome guest. She felt the tip entering her, and another moan escaped her lips - it felt more better then she had hoped it would! A little more, and more slowly slid up into her tightness, prying her most sacred place apart, penetrating her where nothing else had before. Then it hurt, just a little - a hot soreness, and she grunted a bit, which made Jon pull back a hair, relieving the pressure.

Annie was about to tell him to shove it in, to just go for it, but she felt a soothing hand on her back and heard his whisper, "Push out a little, and lean back on me."

She did as he suggested, pushing out like she was trying to shit and she leaned back, letting her weight take her body down onto him. She was amazed at the ease of his entry - not even the merest flicker of discomfort, just incredible warmth and fulfillment as his thick shaft sunk deeper and deeper into her body.

She was holder her breath, she realized, and let it out with a sigh as his cock slipped further into her tight shit-chute. She couldn't believe the feeling, the fullness of it. He felt three times larger in her ass then when he had fucked her cunt, and it was exhilarating to feel like there was so much more of him up inside of her. The world was spinning, like she was dizzy, but she enjoyed the sensation more than any vertigo she had known.

She didn't know how long it took before he was completely inside of her, but it felt like hours - long, blissful hours. Having him up her ass like that was indescribable. No words came to mind, and she would never find a way to explain the pleasure of it, and the trust she felt, too. An incredible sense of closeness descended between them; Annie felt Jon's hand stroking her back gently, and the touch brought tears to her eyes. In that moment, she felt more connected to him, her young lover, then she had in all of her years of marriage. It was disappointing, in a way, to feel that, but she was glad to have experienced this bond with anyone in her life.

For several long minutes, there was no movement and no sound then the soft sniffs as her emotions overwhelmed her. Jon's hand was soothing against her skin, and she could tell by his touch that he thought her tears were from pain, but he didn't want to pull out lest her hurt her more. Annie shifter her weight to one hand and reached back with her other - Jon took it right away, squeezing, as if apologizing for her discomfort. She pressed his hand against her cheek, some of her salty tears streaming down onto his fingers, and then she kissed his knuckled.

"It's so good," she whispered, gasping sob escaping as she spoke. "So good! Fuck me, Jon," she insisted. "So fucking good."

For a moment he didn't move except to stroke her cheek and hair with his hand. Then he drew back slowly, so very slowly, until he was almost out, and then he pushed back in. She sobbed again, much louder this time. Her arms couldn't hold the weight any longer and she let her shoulders fall easily to the mattress beneath her, but she kept her ass high for him to fuck.

She was crying freely now, her tears streaming down into the pillow under her head, but she called out louder, with strength and feeling, "Fuck me, Jon. Please, fuck me. I need it! I need it more than anything. I need your cock fucking my ass!"

Jonathan heeded her words. If she was going to beg for it, he was going to give it to her. And he did, quickly building speed form the slow, gentle humping to full, powerful jack hammering, using all his strength and all his body to slam his shaft deep and hard into her back passage. He was wild and savage as an uncaring animal, fucking her with every ounce of his considerable strength, plowing into her with long, heavy strokes, and she cried out as she bounced on the bed beneath his body, doing her best to fuck her ass back against his cock.

"Yes! Yes, fuck my ass!" she cried out, her hands once more clutching the sheets like her life depended on her ability to hold on. "Fuck it! Fuck my ass!" Her sobs and screams and words mingled into one long cry of pleasure. There was no sense to it anymore, just the rise and fall of one loud voice, shrieking with untold bliss.

Jon, however, was quick to pick up the dirty talk, and it drove her wild to hear him saying those things to her as she fucked her so madly. "Take it!" he shouted at her. "Take my cock up your tight little shit-hole. God, you're so fucking tight! So fucking hot. I love your ass! I love it! Fucking your tight little shitter. Feels so good. Yeah, squeeze my cock, squeeze it with that fucking ass."

She didn't cum from it; the feeling that exploded through her was far different and much more powerful then any orgasm she had ever known in her life. It was mind-expanding. Life altering. It was beyond pleasure, beyond the world. It was heave, rapture, complete and total bliss; her senses seemed numbed, her body lost to a haze - the only thing she was aware of was the incredible fullness deep inside of her. She was lost to it, and all she could do was bask in the vastness of it.

"I'm going to cum," Jonathan announced. "Fuck, Annie. I'm going to cum in your ass."

His words seemed more like a request, though, as if stating his desire and making sure she was okay with it. "Yes," she moaned, barely having the breath to speak. "Fill my ass with your cum."

"Oh God!" he cried out at last, plunging his cock as deeply inside of her body as he could before unleashing his cum inside of her. She felt his cock jerking and spasming inside of her, filling her with warmth and pleasure as he came. He was moaning and grunting with ever spurt, his body shaking as each contraction of his cock sent another jet deep into her.

He didn't pull out when he was done, but held himself still until Annie moved to dislodge his cock from inside of her. Really, she had no desire to be rid of it so soon, but her legs were sore from holder herself up. She rolled onto her side and Jonathan collapsed next to her, spooning with her.

They laid like that for some time, neither speaking. They might have napped briefly; they certainly had worked hard enough to tire themselves out.

"That was incredible," Jonathan said, his voice a little hoarse. Annie was glad he had said it, and she knew he meant it, too. She had hoped it had been as touching for him as it had been for her. She had no doubts of that as she drew her in even closer, pulling his body tight to her back.

"Yeah. We need to do it like that more."

"As often as you want," he promised. He kissed the back of her neck, making her shiver. "I'm glad you liked it."

"I loved it," she said, a lingering shuddering sniff stirring her body. She wiped away the last of her tears. "I never did anything like that before. It was wonderful. God, I felt so . . . so full. We should always do it that way. That can be our way," she said, snuggling back against him, feeling so warm and comfortable in his arms. "Your cock up my shitter," she added, pleased to hear her say it even in the afterglow of sex when sometimes things done in the heat of passion seemed wrong and out of place. It wasn't, she knew, and between her and Jonathan, it never would be.

"My cock up your shitter," he repeated with a chuckle. "I never thought I'd hear you say something like that." She just shruggled and sighed in his arms. "At least this way, we don't have to worry about you getting pregnant."

Annie laughed. "There would be little chance of that, even if you fucked my cunt straight through for a month!" Annie was once more surprised by her words, but glad for them.

Jonathan laughed. "That sounds very appealing." His cock gave emphasis to his words; Annie could feel it beginning to stir against her butt, and Jonathan began to wiggle his rousing tool against her flesh to help it along. "Maybe we shouldn't limit ourselves to my cock up your shitter."

Annie rolled over to look at him, smiling. "Okay. No limits - but you are going to fuck my ass very often."

"No arguments out of me," he replied, his impish grin back. "As long as I can lick it, too."

"As much as you like," she answered, pushing him flat onto his back. "But I think it's my turn to do a little licking." She leaned down and took his hardening prick into her mouth, sucking on the head. Jon sounded like he was about to say something, but as soon as her lips engulfed the tip of his cock, his words escaped his throat as nothing more than a pleasure-filled sigh.

She suspected that he was going to warn her that she was about to take a cock in her mouth that had just been up her ass, as if that could have slipped her mind! She figured if he could lick her sweaty feet and ass, she could surely suck his wonderful cock - it was the least she could do after the incredible pleasure she had just received from him. And she felt that it would help her ready herself for rimming him, something she was truly looking forward to; it would be great fun if she could give him as much pleasure as he had bestowed upon her.

She hadn't done this for long time, and his cock felt strange between her lips. It did not taste bad at all, which was far from what she had expected. Annie was prepared for all sorts of foulness and disgusting flavors to assault her taste-buds. There was a heavy tinge, an unsubtle flavor that was not that of sweaty skin, but it wasn't bad. As her tongue swirled around his now solid shaft, she crossed some spots where small traces of her own shit clung to his skin. She could feel the small lumps, the unusual texture, and as she licked these places away, they exploded with the potent taste of something similar to old coffee. Earthy and a bit bitter, but not bad at all. It turned her on a bit to know just how she was servicing him, now. He had done so much for her, worshipping her entire body from head to toes, and now she was paying him back in kind with the ultimate worshipping of his cock.

She took her time, savoring the tastes and the feel of it in her mouth. She loved the way it felt between her lips - she had never enjoyed sucking Lou's cock at all, but Jonathan's . . . she felt like she would have a difficult time restraining herself from yanking it out of his shorts every morning at the gym and sucking on it. His hand rested on the back of her head, mussing her hair playfully. Again, so different from her husband; his touch always seemed like he was trying to hold her there to keep her sucking until he was done. Jonathan's fingers just wanted contact; he wanted to he touching her while she engaged in something so intimate and wonderful for it. There was warmth in that touch, and that made it all the better for her.

Annie used one hand to aid her lips as bobbed her head up and down on Jon's cock. Her fingers on he other hand, first, tickled his balls a bit, coaxing a stifled chuckle from him. She loved the sound of it, but resisted the urge to keep teasing his sack like that. Instead, she slid her fingers down underneath him to probe his ass. She touched one fingertip to his ass hole, intrigued by the texture of the skin, the feel of it against her finger. She swirled her finger around in a circle, gently rubbing and massaging his sphincter as she sucked him off.

While he had not been silent during any of this, Jon's passive moan exploded in a loud cry as she played with his ass. To her surprise, his body very suddenly stiffened and his sperm sprayed up into her mouth. It was all very sudden, but she managed to swallow it all down as it came, keeping her lips sealed tight around his shaft until the very last drop had been sucked clean away.

"I'm sorry about that," he gasped as she scooted back up, laying her head on his chest as he encircled her with one arm. "I would have warned you, incase you didn't want me to cum in your mouth - "

"I did," Annie interrupted. She needed him to know that it was alright with her. That everything they did would be alright with her.

"Good."

"That was quick, though. I would thought I would have to sucking longer then that."

Jonathan smiled. "Bit sensitive when it comes to my ass. Not many girls are willing to play with a guy's butt."

"Even if you are playing with theirs?" When he nodded, she scoffed. "That's rather rude!"

Jon laughed. "I don't mind! I love licking a woman's rear. But I do like receiving it, too. Always thought I'd cum just from that if I there was a girl who would do it long enough. Most I've every gotten was a few half hearted attempts."

"You'll have it," Annie swore, kissing him on the lips. "As often as you want, as long as you want." His eyes gleamed, so she quickly added, "But not until I get something to eat. I'm famished!"

Jonathan laughed. "Me too. I could use a little breather myself before I'm ready for more."

"So long as you are ready for more."

"Annie, at the end of the night, you will be more worn out then any workout I've put you through yet." Her heart fluttered at those words - and her heart was not alone. "Now let's get showered and dressed and I'll take you out to a nice dinner. There's this great Indian restaurant around the corner I have been just dying to take you to for months!"

Annie laughed at that as they climbed out of bed together. As Jon took her hand and led her towards the bathroom, she realized it had been years since she showered with some else, too. Rekindling these lost bits of herself was turning out to be the best thing she had ever done.