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Subject: {ASSM} Intersection (Juan Wildone)
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Date: Thu, 22 Dec 2005 09:10:01 -0500
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hi guys - it's been a while, thought I'd send one your way. Enjoy. 


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   Intersection by juanwildone





   Sweat was pouring off my face.  I adjusted my grip on the handlebars to
ease my hand fatigue.  My thighs were just beginning to protest.  I could
see the crest of the hill up ahead.  Glancing down at my
speedometer/computer, I couldn't help smiling this might just be my best
time yet.  Damn, this was turning into a great ride.



   Been riding for just over five years now.  A back injury terminated my
running program, and the physical therapist suggested bicycling.  I never
bought another pair of running shoes.  Even with my work commitments I
average three rides a week.  I've actually gotten pretty good, even won
some races in my age group.  It wasn't like I was ready for the Tour de
France, but I enjoy the competition.



   Today's training route -my favorite, wound through old county back
roads. The long climb was a pain, but it had the fastest descent of all my
rides: a steep curving plummet that needed total concentration.  At the
bottom of the hill the road flattens and straightens out just before it
crosses some train tracks.  Once past the train tracks it's a simple turn
to the left onto a bike trail and an easy cool-down ride home.



   As soon as I was done with this ride I was going to do nothing but
relax. I was looking forward to a long restful weekend.  The completion of
a major project at work, one that consumed far too many evenings and
weekends, said I deserved it and I wasn't about to disagree.



   Approaching the high point of the ride, I shifted through the gears to
keep my pedals spinning at over 75 revolutions per minute.  I wanted to
save my legs for the descent as that allows me to reach my top speed.  I
let my mind fantasize for a moment about that long hot shower waiting for
me at home.  No, first I would enjoy a cool refreshing drink and then I'd
take a long, hot shower.



   I reached the crest and shifted back through the gears picking up speed
as I descended.  I maintained my pedal revolutions as I settled into the
highest gear.  Reaching top speed I tucked into my most aerodynamic
position and enjoyed the roar of wind rushing past my ears.



   WHOOOOOSH!  That was no wind!  And that was one fucking close call!



   Something silver flashed by me so close that I was physically pushed
sideways by the airwave.  I lifted my head in time to see the driver with a
mobile phone cupped to her ear fucking bitch!  Was the cell phone
held-to-the-ear destined to become the 21st century equivalent of flipping
someone the bird?



   Ahead of the car, I saw the railroad crossing lights blinking and the
control arms descending.  I watched with real satisfaction as the car's
brake lights lit up.  The driver must have been racing to make the crossing
she'd lost.  But with any luck I wasn't about to!



   There was an excellent chance that if the train was long enough or slow
enough I'd reach the sedan in time.  I was more than eager for the
opportunity to vent my ire on the unthinking driver.  I reached the car
with plenty of train yet to clear the crossing.



   Crossing slowly behind the sedan, an immaculate BMW 740i, I pulled up
next to the driver's side door.  The woman's perfectly dyed blond hair was
pulled back into a shoulder length ponytail.  I noticed a black jacket
folded neatly on the passenger's seat.  The woman had on a white blouse and
a very short black skirt.  As I pulled up beside her I could see that she
was quite pretty, and judging by the volume of her voice very pissed off.
Even with the windows up, I could hear every word she shouted into the
phone.



   ``Yeah, you heard me right asshole, THE LAWYERS.  I gave them the photos
of you and your personal assistant little miss ass slut.  Really?  Well
guess again, do you remember that pre-nuptial agreement that you had me
sign?  Do you recall the clause about adultery?  Ohhh very good I am going
to own you, you worthless fucking prick!'' She snapped the cell phone
closed and threw it onto the passenger seat and yelled at it, ``And I hope
your dick falls off you cheating bastard!''



   I gasped and nearly fell off my bike.  I'd definitely caught her off
guard because she yelped, turned and looked at me in surprise.  I smiled my
best innocent smile at her.  Because she was sitting lower than me, I
couldn't help but look down the top of her blouse.  Her breasts heaved
mightily with the emotions she was dealing with.  The window separating us
lowered silently.  The woman's eyes were level with my sweat-stained
crotch. She glanced up at me.



   ``You heard?'' It was as much a statement as it was a question.  When I
nodded she sighed deeply, resting her forehead on the steering wheel. 
Bending forward caused her blouse to bow out and I had a clear view of a
bra-clad breast.  Her skirt inched up higher too.  She had great looking
legs.  I was getting aroused.



   ``You wouldn't believe the number of times I've heard; ``I'm just tired
tonight honey I have to work late dear I have to go in on the weekends.'' I
should have known?no, that's not true.  I did know but I let him buy my
silence with the houses, the cars, these boobs.  Now he's going to pay that
fucking asshole is going to pay!



   ``Goddamnhim!  I never refused him anything!  There was a time when he
couldn't keep his hands off of me.  That bastard hasn't touched me in
months.''



   ``Months?'' I was reminded of my own situation at home.  She looked me
up and down, and with a barely perceptible nod repeated, ``Months.''



   We stayed there watching the train cars go by until the warning bell
signaled the opening of the crossing.  I turned to her to wish her good
luck and was answered with a very strange expression.  She licked her lips
and took a deep breath.



   ``The intersection up ahead just past it.  If you turn right, after the
gas station there's a road that ends at an old picnic area.  Nobody ever
goes there.'' She glanced at her watch.  ``If you're not there in 3
minutes, I won't be there a second longer.'' She sped off down the road.



   I was surprised that I followed her.  I actually stood on my pedals and
took off after her.  My legs were tired but I rode as hard as I could.  I
was pleased to see that just past the gas station, she turned right.



   I pulled into the picnic area just as she was getting back into her car.
I stopped my bike right in front of her and dismounted.  She stood with her
door open and for the longest time we just looked at each other.



   My heart was pounding and I finally had to speak.  ``Look, I've never
really done anything like this.  And to be honest I'm not sure why I
followed you.  I mean you're married....  ''



   She stepped around from behind the car and walked up to me just as
causal as could be.



   She kissed me.  And then I kissed her back.  Hands began to move and
caress.  Clothes started piling up on the hood of her car.  Nipples
hardened.  Breathing came in ragged gasps.



   I rolled home two hours later.



   I hung my bike in the garage and entered the house through the utility
room door.  The teenagers, Jenny and Will, were in the dining room with
their heads down in their homework.  They barely acknowledged my arrival. I
needed that shower right now and quickened my pace towards the bathroom.



   ``Honey, is that you?  Is everything okay?  I was getting worried.'' The
voice was coming from our bedroom and growing louder.  I was cut off from
our bathroom.  Damn.



   I turned and made for the kitchen sink to wash my face clean.  I bent
forward just as two arms encircled me, pinning my arms to my sides.



   ``No, no, no.  I'm too sweaty.  You'll get your clothes dirty.''



   I was turned around, pushed against the counter and kissed.  My husband
was genuinely glad that to see that I was home and safe.  The pressure of
his kiss eased and he relaxed the bear hug he had me in.  ``I like my women
hot and dirty.'' I heard the kids groan.



   He pulled back and looked me in the eyes.  I watched the flare of his
nostrils and heard him sniff.  I knew exactly what I smelled like.  My
stomach churned in a tumbling free-fall.



   Then I realized the tumbling free-fall feeling for what it was.  He was
grinding his steel-hard erection into my stomach.  Now that was a surprise.



   Well, so much for a long restful weekend.



   I watched incredulously as my husband gave the kids some money and told
them they were on their own for dinner.  He came towards me with a
predatory smile and steered me right into our bedroom.  He was trying to
undress both of us at the same time, which seemed silly.  It stopped being
silly anymore when I saw his cock pointing right at me.



   ``Hands and knees.'' It was an order.  My husband was ordering me!  I
couldn't tell you the last time my husband gave me an order if ever.



   I knelt on the edge of the bed.  I looked back over my shoulder, ``Fuck
me.''



   I've never been one to talk dirty in bed.  Directions, of course, -
``up, down, over, the other way, faster, slower.''.  ``Fuck me'' was like a
cattle prod to Mike's ass and he leapt forward, spearing me with his cock.
He hammered my pussy with a power and a stamina that had me flailing in
orgasm in no time at all.



   He came with a growling roar and collapsed on my back.  Pined to the bed
I tried to make sense of what had just happened I wasn't having much
success.  I glanced at the clock on the nightstand; it had been three
hours.



   Three hours ago, I was a married mother of two on a bicycle ride.  I
recalled my afternoon with frightening clarity.



   ``Months?  I'm afraid we're in the same boat.'' My voice died in the
silence.  I hadn't had sex in months, partly due to my extra hours at work,
mostly due to my lack of desire for my husband.



   Elaine looked up at me.  ``I am so goddamned tired of my own fingers?I
had a roommate in college?we used to help each other.''



   In the next moment, she directed me to a spot just down the road.  I
followed her; curious, excited, fearful, fascinated.  I balked and was
intending to leave when she kissed me - and the floodgates opened.



   She didn't waste any time in pushing my riding jersey over my head.  My
sport bra was pushed up and over my breasts.  Her mouth locked onto my
nipple and I knew I wasn't going anywhere soon.  She was the aggressor, she
was in charge, and I loved it.  It was everything that sex between my
husband and me was not; passionate, demanding, unrelenting.  Her fingers,
her mouth, and her tongue made me come.  And then I made her come.



   I was so distracted I didn't even bother to clean up before I got home.
To say I was surprised by my husbands reaction was an understatement.  So
here I lay squashed flat on my bed with my husband pulling his shrinking
cock from my well-fucked cunt.  I didn't know if I was supposed to confess
or accept congratulations.  I decided to wait it out.



   The sound of the shower broke through my confused reverie, and I
accepted my husband's invitation to join him.  The water was stingingly hot
and we danced around beneath the spray.  He washed my hair and I luxuriated
in the strength of his hands.



   Washed and dried, I reached for a bottle of lotion.  Mike took it from
me and said, ``Let's eat first then I'll put this on you for dessert.''



   ``Oh you think you're going to get lucky tonight?''



   ``I've been lucky from the moment I saw you.'' I kissed him
passionately. I hadn't heard words like that for far too long.



   We rummaged through the kitchen for some leftovers and enjoyed a couple
of beers.  I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened this afternoon.
I felt sad and confused.  I was confident that Mike had never cheated on
me. My sadness was that I would never be able to say the same for my part.
My confusion Mike's reaction, how could he not taste Elaine on me?



   I was lost in my introspection when Mike sat down across from me. 
Smiling and just as causal as could be, ``Care to tell me about what
happened this afternoon?''



   I blanched.  My breathing stopped.  He did know Oh God!  I feared that
my marriage was about to end.  How could I tell this wonderful man, my
husband, who I loved so much what had transpired earlier this day?  I know
we've been having problems.  Being laid off hit Mike hard.  Becoming a
househusband was a challenge for him, but he had really come through.  Was
it me?  I know he was always trying to initiate things in the bedroom but I
just wasn't interested.  So why today?  What happened to make me go with
Elaine?  My husband's voice brought me back to the present.



   ``I mean, I always suspected that the riding was some kind of turn on
for you.  But when you came home, and I smelled you tasted you; I just got
so excited.  I could just picture you by the side of the road, getting
yourself off.  It made me jealous of that damn bike of yours.  It's
obviously getting more action than I am.'' He looked at me with such
sincerity that I almost cried.



   Of course!  My poor, dear olafactorally challenged husband, a man who
can't smell the difference between jasmine and gardenia.  To whom Opium and
Obsession are all the same why should I have thought that he could
differentiate between my pussy juice and my lovers.  OHMIGOD, I just called
Elaine my lover!



   I put my bottle down.  ``Tell you what stud.  If it's action you
want...'' I licked my lips provocatively.  I shrieked as the big ape picked
me up and threw me over his shoulder.  He dropped me carefully on the bed.
We made love for hours.



   For the rest of the weekend we carried on like a couple of newlyweds
much to the disgust of our kids.  I resolved to store the events of that
wild afternoon away in a safe place.  Elaine was not my lover, which was a
complication I was not going to entertain.  I wanted my marriage to carry
forward from this weekend.  I wanted my life simple.



   Simple is not as easy as it sounds.



   I kept it simple during the day by not thinking about Elaine.  Nighttime
wasn't as simple as the day.  I could keep myself from thinking about her;
I couldn't keep myself from dreaming about her.  I dreamed about that
silver car, the golden hair driver, her brown nipples and her delicious
pink sex almost every night.



   It made me feel guilty to dream about her like that.  Something happened
that day and I wanted it back.  I wanted it for me.  I wanted it for us.  I
think if he could understand the how and the why of it all, Mike would want
it too.



   He tried in so many different ways to arouse me and excite me too keep
the fire burning.  It was a fuel he wasn't equipped to provide.  He didn't
know (he would never know) and I couldn't tell him.



   Gradually he accepted that our wild and wanton weekend was ``just one of
those things.'' Not that we returned to the distance and the dullness that
we'd been in that didn't happen.  Overall, our sex life was improved and
more frequent.  We had a good marriage and we both knew that, I wasn't
about to do anything to ruin it.  I wanted it simple.



   I was reveling in that simplicity during one of my rides.  It was
towards the end of that long climb and I was laboring just a little.  My
head was down as I focused on keeping the pedals spinning.  Keep moving
don't do anything fancy just keep the pedals moving, keep it simple.  I
reached the crest of the hill with a feeling of exhilaration.



   I looked up to check the road ahead for my descent.  I grabbed my brake
levers so hard I nearly pitched forward over the handlebars.  A BMW 740i
was pulled to the side of road, partially blocking the bike lane.



   I got off my bike.



   The door opened and a tall blonde woman stepped out.  We looked at each
other for the longest time.  Then she pressed something in the palm of her
hand the trunk lid popped open.



   She licked her lips once, ``I have a place down at the marina.''



   My life was suddenly very, very complicated.


   
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