Chapter 2

Build on the Lessons

Holding Denissa close while waiting for the elevator, Tom realized just how true his words had been. He was a lucky, lucky man to have found and married a woman like her. When the elevator doors opened, they walked in and Tom pressed the button for the second floor. Denissa turned into his arms and hugged him close.

He leaned his head forward and kissed the top of her head, enjoying the clean smell of her hair and the slight musk of her perfume. He felt the muscles of her jaw tighten as she smiled into his chest. Just holding her close like this was a treat. One he enjoyed every day when he got home and was the main reason he hated to be late for any reason.

The elevator doors opened, breaking the mood of the hug, but not the mood created by the evening. Walking to their room hand in hand, they were both thinking about the words spoken upstairs. Telling someone else about the fantasy of being with another person — especially the feelings behind the fantasy — had created a massive sexual charge, which was only enhanced by the love they shared. The tension between them seemed to grow stronger with each step they took toward their room. Finally coming to the door to their room, Tom let go of her hand long enough to get the key out of his pocket and unlock the door, but once inside, Denissa pulled Tom to her and kissed him heatedly. The passion of the evening, the excruciating pressure of the conversation upstairs, everything came together at once. Thanks to button-up shirts and zippers and snaps, their kiss wasn’t broken except for more than a couple of seconds until it was resumed, more passionately, if possible, than before. In less than a minute, they were skin to skin, hands roaming over bodies, his on her back, then to her ass, one hand moving around to cup her breast and work her nipple with his thumb. Her hands were just as insistent, trying to touch all of him in their fluttering, flying grasp. Hands on the back of his head, making the kiss tighter, one on his chest, feeling the light mat of hair there, moving down his stomach to grasp his hardened cock, her touch sending a bolt of electricity through them both.

Through the kiss, Tom whispered to her, “Bed?” She moaned as his hand touched her sopping pussy and whispered back to him, “No. Here. Now!” With that, Tom picked her up. She opened her legs in the air and brought them around his back and Tom settled her onto his cock. Denissa moaned loudly as his cock sank all the way in, and their pubic bones bumped, jarring her clit. Her arms moved around his neck, pressing her breasts into his chest, her hard nipples held tight to his as they moved. Working on furniture and carrying tools and wood had made Tom into a strong man. His muscles didn’t bulge like some pro wrestler, but they were wiry and powerful. He used those muscles to the fullest, lifting her up, then down again her wetness glistening on his cock in the dim light of the room. Again and again, he lifted her. Each time she settled onto him, a gasp or a moan escaped her lips as if forced out by the intensity of their lovemaking. But even the strongest of men tires, so Tom walked to the nearest wall and allowed Denissa to lie back against the coolness of the wallpaper. She reached back and braced her hands on the wall, getting extra support from the molding that divided the wooden lower wall from the wallpapered top. This gave him better leverage, and he resumed the in and out motion they’d started. Tom moved his hands to her hips, and Denissa pulled him into her time and time again with her legs, the musk of her scent powerful in the small foyer.

Suddenly, she squealed, inhaling a large gasp of air as her orgasm hit. Tom moved his hands under her back to keep her from falling, which slammed his cock to the hilt into her pussy, making the orgasm that much more intense. Her pussy convulsed hard several times, and unable to stand the sensation of her vagina pulsing on his cock, and the beautiful expression on her face in the throes of orgasm, Tom started cumming as well. He held her tight to him as streams of cum blasted from his cock, only to be stopped by the back wall of her pussy, which was still clamping repeatedly on his shaft.

Finally, the sensations subsided, leaving them tingling and excited, but momentarily drained. Tom leaned Denissa against the wall, and then leaned into her. Her arms came around; holding him close while their breathing slowed somewhere close to normal.

She kissed his cheek and said, “Oh, Tom. I love you so much! That was wonderful.” Tom moved his lips to hers and said, “I love you too, darling. Nothing in this world means as much to me as you do.”

She hugged him close for a moment, and then whispered in his ear, “Let me down. I gotta go pee!”

Grinning, Tom lifted her up off his softer, but still erect cock, and said, “Hurry back! I’m not through with you yet!”

Padding through the bedroom to the bathroom, Denissa delighted in the different sensations of the wood floor, to the carpet, then the ice- cold tile against her bare feet. Sex always did that to her. Heightened the sensations. Made her feel more ~alive~! As she sat and urinated, she could feel his cum dripping from her, and could still feel the glow the orgasm had caused deep inside her. She finished and wiped, quivering a bit as the pad of toilet paper bumped her clit, sending another erotic charge through her body. She leaned her head back and ran her hands over her body, remembering Tom’s touch from just a few minutes ago. Her fingers found her nipples which she pinched lightly, while her other hand found her slit, which she proceeded to finger. Her mind wandered through the lovemaking she and Tom had just shared, but there was also something else there ... what was it? A slight frown crossed her face as she fondled herself, then eased away as she realized that the ‘something else’ was when Hank had pinned her against the wall in the storeroom. Her hand clasped her breast the way Hank’s had. Firm. Hard. She fingered herself more intensely, rubbing her clit back and forth ... Around and around. She started moaning as her memory of Hank’s hands and the visions of her husband’s fantasy danced behind her eyes. She saw Hank’s raw energy as his hand popped the button of her jeans and the memory of how tight his hand was pressed into her pussy. Hank’s fingers pinching her nipple through her bra. The hotness and intensity of Hank’s kiss. Her husband’s descriptions of how he could see Hank exposing her. Of Hank pushing her down on her knees. All of it was in her mind as if were happening at that very moment.

Without warning, her second orgasm hit. She was cumming HARD! And she never came a second time that quickly from making love with Tom. Her breathing came in short, ragged gasps as the pulsations of the orgasm forced the air from her lungs time and time again. But, as quick as it had arrived, the orgasm subsided, leaving her limp, still seated on the toilet.

She slowly raised her head and opened her eyes. Tom was leaning against the door of the bathroom watching her, a slight smile on his face and lust in his eyes. “Having fun?” he asked.

Smiling ruefully, she said, “Um ... it just kinda happened.” She didn’t really want to tell Tom she was fantasizing about Hank. Her guilt and fear about the incident wasn’t over yet.

“Well,” Tom said, walking into the bathroom, his newly hard cock leading the way, “Let’s see if we can ‘kinda’ make it happen again!” He scooped her up from the commode and carried her into the bedroom, laying her sideways on the bed, her head on the edge.