Unexpected Journey

This is part 1 of a 3 part series. This is my first time writing the story. Although I am a man, I tried to explore the female brain. I endeavored to have it include elements of lust, regret, reluctance, surrender etc. I would love any feedback you all want to give me.

Chapter 1

The phone rang at 6:30, just as I was getting dinner onto the table. My three teenagers were at the dinner table, scrolling through their phones and arguing. I said hello, already knowing it was my husband, Gary, on the other end. It was good to hear from him, but damn his timing sucked. He was due back tomorrow from his latest client trip, and in the few minutes I allowed our conversation to take place, it largely focused on the plans for our oldest child's graduation party this weekend. There was still a lot to do. We were going to try and do the cooking, but we still had to finalize the tent, tables and chairs and other logistics. It would really be a relief to have him home, sharing the load. While his timing was terrible, I did miss him so much. We had been married for over 20 years and Gary was a devoted husband. He had worked hard to build his financial advisory practice so I didn't mind his occasional trips. They kept our life comfortable, and these were the types of things a family did.

"You still headed to Sarah's tonight after dinner?" he asked.

"Yup, the old bus stop crew." I said, as I transferred my stir fry to the kids plates.

"I'll probably crash before you get back, so let's say goodnight now, honey," he said, as he yawned. "I was in a bunch of meetings today. I'm exhausted."

I couldn't judge him too harshly. Gary was up at 4:15 daily, hitting the gym to keep his 54-year-old frame lean. We both worked hard to stay fit, a shared vow as age crept up.

"Who else is gonna be there?" he asked, although his tone was clearly trying to start some dirty talk.

"The usuals. The guys s are making themselves scarce, probably doing what you are," I teased, laughing. "Except Mike. He's going over remodel details with their contractor."

"Well, don't get too wild, unless it's the kind you can tell me about later," he quipped. I could see his grin in my mind now.

"You wish," I shot back, rolling my eyes. Why does every man think his wife is secretly waiting for the opportunity to go down on their girlfriends?

We hung up, and I sat down to eat with the kids. Afterward, I went upstairs to change and brush my teeth. June had finally brought summer, and with it, nice warm days and the perfect cool evening. Sarah's new firepit would be perfect for our girls night. I chose white jeans and a sleeveless top, my thick, wavy dark hair behaving despite the humidity. Strappy sandals, a quick brush of my teeth, and I was out the door.

Sarah's house was just around the block. All the moms there had kids roughly the same age as mine, and they had all grown up together. It's how we all became friends. Cars already lined the street, and I grabbed a bottle of wine before joining the hum of conversation. The talk was largely around summer plans, how to deal with bored teenagers and whose pool would be the main hangout. I saw Sarah's husband, Mike, and their contractor walking around, discussing the final punch list for their home remodel. Sarah and Mike, both 53 like us, were our closest friends. Our kids had grown up together, summers by their pool, winters at our basement bar. I'd seen their contractor working on their house and half-joked to Gary we should hire him. Not just for his skills, I might add. His name was Gordon and he was stunning--tall, at least 6'1", with a swimmer's physique that made my knees weak. The closest I could think of would be Michael Phelps, but with flawless olive skin and a strong jaw. His curly dark hair framed sparkling eyes, and his smile flashed perfect teeth. Not yet 40, he was younger than me, but his presence was electric. Sarah and I agreed he was fucking gorgeous.

A bit about me: I'm 5'8", with curves earned from three kids and time's gentle hand. My body's not the lithe frame of my 20s, but Gary still gawks when I undress. His phone's camera roll is a shrine to me--candid's of me in pajama bottoms staring at snow ("Your ass looked amazing,"he'd say), or at an Oktoberfest party, beer in hand, my boobs spilling from a fraulein dress. My 36C breasts and size 10 jeans aren't my college stats, but Gary doesn't care. He loves me as I am--brown eyes, thick dark hair (colored to hide the grays), and long legs I work hard to keep toned. At 53, I know I'm desirable, and I carry that confidence.

The girls night was fun and our conversation flowed until I found myself alone in Sarah's kitchen, refilling my wine. Gordon appeared, beer in hand, his smile disarming. "Jennifer, you look way too good for a moms' night out," he teased, leaning against the counter.

"Oh, really?" I asked. I knew I was probably grinning like a college girl. It was nice to have a young hot guy pay attention to me. I took a sip of wine to steady myself. "Save the charm for your little girlfriends."

He laughed, his gaze locking onto mine. "I'm serious. Those jeans, those sandals--you're killing it. I bet every husband here is jealous of Gary. Hell, I'm jealous."

That embarrassed me. I felt my face flush, a lump in my throat.."Flattery won't get you anywhere," I said, forcing a smile. "I'm happily married."

His smirk widened, eyes glinting. "Happily married, sure. But you're not dead. You feel it too, don't you? That spark."

"Yeah ok. Should I tell Gary about that spark you think we have?" Although I knew he was joking, that was a bit forward of him. But if I'm being honest, it did make me a little wet. Being desired is always nice. "Have a great night, Gordon," I said, brushing past him, my heart racing. But his voice stuck, a tiny ember I couldn't extinguish.

I left after that, it was clearly time to go home. Besides, I was exhausted. At home, I slipped into bed, my body buzzing. Gary's absence and three days without sex had me aching. I tossed and turned, then reached for my friend. As I held it to my clit, the familiar vibration warmed my core, and I imagined the best parts of my sex life. My husband holding me, and loving me, while he slowly kissed his way down my body. Gripping my breasts, running his thumbs over my nipples, massaging me and working his way lower, until he had his face firmly in my crotch. I was lucky enough to marry a man who loved to eat a pussy, and he truly loved it. His tongue would start way down at the entrance to my vagina, pulling my wetness out as he massaged my legs, until he worked his way up circling my enlarged clit, teasing it harder. When he would make contact with it, he would flatten his tongue and use pressure to drive me insane. His finger would then slightly penetrate me, teasing my opening, making me insane with desire to be fucked, but he would just move slowly in and out, occasionally dropping his fingers down to my butt hole. I would never admit it to him, but I loved how he teased me there. Slowly stroking my crinkled rose and then moving up to my pussy. He knew exactly how to build me up and now as my core tightened up and my thighs locked out, I could feel the impending release I needed. In my minds eye, I looked down, and instead of my husbands beautiful face and hazel eyes, I saw Gordon's wild locks and laughing eyes. His face shiny with my cum, looking right at me, and I came like an explosion went off inside me. Normally, when I cum, I'm a moaner. My husband has always encouraged me to talk more, but it's my orgasm and I'm going to do what my body tells me. When Gary and I are together and it's a particularly strong orgasm, I may throw out an "Oh God", but tonight, it was, "Holy Fuck, hmmmm umpff, fuck, yes, oh god fuck, mmmm hmmmpf ugh." I lay there panting, my shorts around my knees, my chest heaving, my vagina absolutely pulsing after that orgasm. As I calmed down, I couldn't believe that I had cum so hard seeing Gordon's face between my legs. I turned off my little friend and brought my hands up and down my body, relishing the release. God that was good. I had no guilt, as Gary and I had always encouraged each other to feel free to fantasize about someone during sex if it felt right. I had even role played as one of his favorite actresses for him on occasion, but I had never, ever cum that hard in my life. I guess getting older meant that my body responded differently now.

Gary returned the next day, and his hug felt so normal and reassuring.I missed this.Our teenagers greeted him briefly before retreating to their screens. We caught up, tackled chores, and fell into bed. I was ravenous, teasing my nipples as I undressed, hoping to spark him. "Miss me?" I purred.

"God, yes," he groaned, looking me up and down, but then, "Can I get a raincheck, honey? I'm beat."

Disappointment stung, but I nodded.Tomorrow.I slept fitfully, craving him.

The next few days were a blur of party prep. We managed a quickie one afternoon when he worked from home--nice, but not the deep release I needed. The party came and went, a success. On Tuesday, I had a work happy hour, and with it, chance to unwind. I was chatting with colleagues when a tap on my shoulder spun me around. Gordon's throat filled my view, his height forcing me to look up at him. His eyes sparkled, that damn smirk in place.Not him. Not now.My heart pounded, his face flashing from my fantasy, slick with my cum.

"Hey, you!" he said, sipping a beer. "What're you doing here?"

"Work thing," I stammered. "You?"

"Just unwinding after a long day." His bicep flexed as he lifted his drink, stretching his t-shirt.He's so fucking hot.

The bar's noise pushed us to a quieter corner. We made small talk about life for twenty minutes. He kept his eyes locked to mine, his laugh made me feel like I was the only person in the bar. I touched his arm twice, a reflex, each contact felt electric though. I wondered when the last time human touch had felt like that to me. Being married over 20 years, I didn't get that from my safe loving husband.

I have to get out of here.

I thanked him, fled to my car, and texted Gary:Make sure the kids are in their rooms.At home, the kids were upstairs, and Gary was cleaning the kitchen. I stormed in, grabbed him, and kissed him fiercely. He froze in surprise, then melted into me, his hands kneading my ass. Our kisses grew frantic, my fingers pinching his nipples, his erection pressing against me. I lifted his shirt, biting his chest as I stroked him through his shorts.

He pushed me away, turned me around, and bent me over our kitchen table. God, this is what I needed, I thought as he undid my dress pants and ripped them down. I laid my face down on the table, pushed my hands forward as I felt Gary drop his shorts. He grabbed my hip hard, almost painfully and with his right, he grasped his dick and rubbed it at the entrance to my pussy. He knew it well. We had been together for 20 years. We had an active sex life; with all the ups and downs you would expect. But now, I knew he was going to take me. My stomach roiled in building passion. My pussy was wet. From everything Gary had done, but if I'm being truthful, my time with Gordon at the bar had definitely primed me. I felt Gary enter me, and I sighed in comfort. I felt my vagina stretch the familiar way his penis always did. I was primed, and I wanted to be taken. I wanted to feel him batter me, over and over. I wanted to feel the heat from his dick, slamming into me. I closed my eyes and grunted softly as both of Gary's hands gripped my hips and slammed into me. My gasps, the slap, slap, slap of Gary's thighs smacking into the back of mine. The itch inside me grew, and I felt amazing. I could feel myself climbing the hill, waiting for the release I sorely needed as my body used his dick to give me my release. Not yet... almost there. I moaned to Gary to "go harder babe, I need it harder." Gary obliged and I felt myself being pushed across the table. Almost there, slap, slap, slap, slap. "Yes babe, yes...." Slap, slap slap. And then he gripped me harder, pushed it in and gasped. I felt his cock thicken, and then his warmth spread inside me as he filled me. While it felt so good, it wasn't what I needed. I was still climbing the hill. I needed another few minutes.

Gary rubbed my back, slapped my ass as he withdrew and told me how hot I was, and a great wife. I stood up and waddled to the bathroom, Gary's cum running down my thighs. I sat on our toilet and cleaned myself up. I hadn't cum. I needed more, but it wasn't to be. I sighed, left the bathroom, and sat on the couch with him. We watched some tv, went to bed. He kissed me good night. I rolled over, my back to him. He snuggled behind me, his face in my hair, and smelled me and wrapped his arm around me. As we drifted to sleep, I thought how I loved the man holding me, but I had some nervous energy over the lack of release, and the way Gordon looked at me.

Chapter 2

Life resumed its hectic pace--work, kids, endless errands. By night, we collapsed, too tired for more than sleep. Friday afternoon, I pulled into our driveway and froze. Gordon stood there, looking like a damn model in jeans and a tight company t-shirt.Why is he here?He smiled at me as I climbed out of the minivan and it made me feel warm, but also nervous.

"Hey, Gordon. What's up?" I asked, my voice tight.

"You clean up nice, Jennifer. Look good enough to eat," he said, his grin wicked, eyes flicking to my chest.

Fuck."Why are you at my house?"

"Gary asked me to quote your bathroom remodel. He didn't tell you?"

"No." I dialed Gary, my pulse racing. He confirmed, stuck in traffic, and asked me to show Gordon the bathroom.Damn it, Gary.I hung up, furious but trapped. "Okay, let's go inside," I said, leading him in.

"That's the hottest thing you've ever said," he teased, following close.

"Cut it out," I snapped, rolling my eyes, but my nerves were fraying. Upstairs, I showed him our master bathroom, tidy enough not to embarrass me. He measured, his focus professional, but the air felt charged to me. I couldn't relax and I felt myself being too fidgety.

As he finished, Gary burst in, startling me. "Jesus, honey, you scared me!"

He laughed. "Just trying to catch you two in a compromising position."

My jaw dropped. Gordon smirked, eyeing our bed. "Wanted to get the quote done first, then make my move."

My face burned as I fled downstairs, their laughter chasing me. I poured a bourbon, steadying myself as they finished. They descended, discussing the project. Gary told Gordon to send the quote to me since he'd be traveling.No, no, no.Gordon's smirk returned as Gary gave him my number.

"I'll be in touch," he said, his eyes piercing. He left, and Gary joined me, sipping his drink.

"You okay? You look like you saw a ghost," he said, frowning.

"I'm fine," I lied. "Just nervous about the cost."

He dropped it, and we had a quiet night. As we got ready for bed, Gary grabbed me from behind and made clear his intentions as I felt his dick press into my hip. His hands slid up my arms and crossed over onto my tits. He massaged them as I leaned my head back on this shoulder. He proceeded to kiss my neck and massage my breasts as I felt his pre-cum gather on my ass cheek. Turning around we embraced as we fell to our bed. I quickly was ready for him to penetrate me as we moved into the center of the bed, Gary supporting himself on his hands as I reached down and grabbed his cock and placed it at my entrance. He thrust forward and I welcomed his love making. Feeling him press further in, his pubic bone mashed my clit and I closed my eyes and enjoyed the safe comfortable sex with my husband. It was predictable, and I hoped he would've held out longer, but his thrusting increased, and I looked into his eyes to see my loving husband pound me into the mattress. It was nice, I faked a moan and a gasp as I felt him cum, his seed deep inside me. He then rolled off me and caressed me as I laid there.

Wholly unsatisfied. I turned and looked at him. Desperate for release, I erased my smile, and said, "Nuh uh. You're not done. Clean up your mess." Gary loved to be told to do that. I loved it as well. As he settled between my legs licking his spend from my vagina, I placed my hands on his head and held him smashed up against the mess he made. "Yes, good boy. Clean it all up."

Gary licked me continually, pulling his cum off my butt hole and vaginal opening, tracing it around my clit and then swallowing it. Over and over, he did that, allowing me to wish it was Gordon between my legs. Holding his head against my vagina, eyes clenched shut, my orgasm finally arrived with a moan as my stomach tensed and rolled and my legs shot straight out. After, I listened to him sleep as I lay on my back. Frustrated as I stared at the ceiling, my last thoughts were of Godon's eyes and wild hair looking at me.

Gary left for his company's annual meeting, gone for days. Gordon texted the first day--flirty, but not overt.I can handle this.I kept all of my responses neutral, neither encouraging nor shutting him down. Days later, he asked to come over to discuss the project. I suggested the phone, but he insisted on in-person. My jeans and short-sleeve shirt were unremarkable, but I was a nervous wreck. I was a cross between excited and terrified. With the kids upstairs on their phones, I let him in. His tight t-shirt hugged his biceps, and I swallowed hard.

"Come in. Drink?" I asked, keeping my tone neutral. I hoped I was not giving away my raw attraction to his presence.

"Only if you'll have a margarita with me," he said, grinning.

"Gordon, stop. I'm married. Don't make me tell Gary. You're making me uncomfortable."Am I lying to him or myself?

He softened, but his eyes didn't waver. "Just kidding, Jennifer. But you look great today."

"Thanks," I mumbled, sitting at the kitchen table. He sat close, reviewing plans and costs. When I asked about a detail, he stood behind me, his proximity made me short of breath. My heart raced as he explained, his breath warm. I turned, my face level with his flat stomach, and looked up. His hand grazed my cheek, his voice low.

"How does a mom look as good as you do?"

I bolted up, stammering, "Thanks, we'll review it."Get out, get out.

He stepped closer, his voice dropping. "I hope we work together. It'll be a good fit."

At the door, he hugged me, his arms enveloping me, one hand at the small of my back. My nipples hardened, my gasp audible.This is too much.

He whispered, "Do you ever get tired of the mom life?" then released me, strolling out.

I leaned against the door, breathless.He's dangerous.

Upstairs, I grabbed my vibrator, shoving down my jeans. 25 seconds into it, the battery died. FUCK! Just as well, it was time to get the kids off their phones and ready for bed. I plugged in my little friend and looked forward to my release in a couple of hours. As I was getting ready for bed, my husband texted me to say good night. How I would've loved to have him facetime me. I'm not beyond a little video sex. I needed that connection right now. Gordon had left me a mess, I was overwhelmed with a need to have sex, but also guilt. I loved my husband dearly. Why was I feeling this way. My orgasm later was strong. It put my itch away for the night. I felt no guilt about imagining Gordon on top of me.

Days passed, the routine of life dulling the edge of my sexual frustration. Gordon's texts continued--playful, never crossing a line. Gary got home in the middle of the day when the kids were still gone. I hugged him tightly, relishing his presence. His smell, the familiarity of his lips on mine. He started to undress me in our kitchen. "Gary, wait, stop" giggles, "wow, someone missed me" gasp, and an audible "oh" as he shoved his hand down my leggings and pressed against my clit. "How do you want me?" I asked breathlessly. I could see his erection pressing against his pants, as I reached out and pinched his nipple causing him to close his eyes and moan.