Deeply Into Her

Joanna and Jimmy used cheat on their spouses together. In each other, they found outlets for their sexual frustrations. They go places together that their spouses wouldn't allow. However, that was five years ago. They agreed to stop seeing each other so they could focus on repairing their marriages. Five years later, both are divorced. They accidentally run into each other in a bar and try to rekindle their old, perverted fireworks. Only, Jimmy is home for two weeks. He works as an English teacher in China. Now, he faces a difficult decision. Does he leave Joanna for a second time? Or, does he throw away a highly profitable career for an extremely sexy old flame?

WARNING! This 10,000+ word story contains graphic scenes of explicit sex. It is intended only for mature readers over the age of 18.

Excerpt:

Finally, the subject came up when we were outside, again, puffing cigarettes. “Did you ever have,” she looked at me shyly, “sex as good as we once had?”

“No,” I said under my breath. “But we did the right thing.”

“Did we?” She dropped her cigarette and squashed it out under the pointy toe of her high heeled shoe. “Honestly, Jimmy think about it.” She nervously looked away. “We stopped seeing each other in order to be good husbands and wives. And how did that turn out? We both ended up divorced anyway.” She glanced down. Some of her straight brown hair hung over her eyes. “Maybe we should have--”

I held up my finger against her lips. “Don’t.”

She looked up, and she didn’t move my finger away. “Why?” She breathed against my fingertip.

“We can’t live in the past.” Even though I said that, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about how hard she used to make me, how she used to exhilarate me in ways no other woman did. Still, I continued. “All of that is old news, I want to...”

“Live in the present,” she said against my fingertip.

And, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had spent most of the night trying to repress my desire for her. I roughly pulled her close to me. She reached up and around the back of my neck and pulled my head down so my lips met hers. Softly, we kissed, but the old desire for her made me want more, so I opened my mouth. She slid her tongue in, and I pushed it back with my own tongue. Passions raced ...