Mrs. Jones' Secret Life by Christopher Maddox Page A

you could trust me with anything. Samantha whenever I thought about dating one of the girls in my class, or choose a steady lover, my thoughts always came back to you. I knew that I wouldn’t be satisfied with anyone except you,” he admitted.
    “I must admit that not many guys your age would have had to guts to do what you did or even think it through. You were right. If you would have confronted me outright, I would have refused you out of fear even if I were intrigued,” she admitted.
    “Samantha , I don’t want to have sex with you just a few times. I want to be your lover; your long time lover, your permanent lover, and I won’t cheat on you, just as I said in my story.”
    “Nicholas , would you come over here, and kiss me please?” she said in a sweet, emotional voice.
    He rose, walked to her, leaned down, and gently kissed her moistened, parted lips moaning with his desire for her. She stood up pressing the length of her body into him as they continued their tender kiss.
    “I know that this is not fair, but I wish that you could spend the night with me.”
    “I can if you want me to. All I have to do is call mom, and tell her that I had a couple glasses of wine and don’t feel comfortable driving home,” he advised. “She trusts me to make the right decisions, and she will be glad that I’m staying.”
    He called his mom and everything was fine as he said that he would be home sometime the next morning. He helped her clean up the table, and put the dishes in the washer. She poured them another glass of wine and led him back upstairs to her bedroom. She placed her glass of wine on the side table, turned around facing him, and slowly undressed.
    He watched her as she slid one piece of clothing after the other off on to the floor and then slid between the sheets. He just stood there looking at her with her beautiful brown hair splayed out over her pillow. She lifted up on one elbow and asked, “Are you coming to bed, Nicholas, or are you over me so soon?”
    Her words broke his contemplation, and he removed his clothing while not taking his eyes off of her. As he slid between the sheets, she held her arms open for him. They snuggled together, hugging, kissing, and quietly exploring each other’s body. After a while, he rolled on top of her, and they began kissing and caressing more seriously and more passionately.
    “Nicholas, put that thing between my lips and push it in ,” she moaned, as she positioned herself, ready for his penetration.
    “I’ve only had sex once in three years , baby, and I have a lot of catching up to do,” she said, as she held his cock at her entrance and told him that she was ready. “Push, Nicholas, push it inside me,” she whispered. He pushed himself into her and began gently sliding it in and out while they continued kissing.
    Their kiss es were tender and slow, just like the way they were making love, tender and slow. This lasted for about an hour. They stopped occasionally, so he could kiss and caress her breasts and then resume their commitment.
    “I’m close Samantha. You feel so incredibly good. I can’t hold out much longer. I love the feel of your soft wet lips sliding over me,” he moaned, as he continued pumping her with long slow strokes.
    “I’m on the edge too, Nicholas, I’m so fucking close, bite my nipple baby,” she begged. He lowered his lips to her left nipple, sucked it into his mouth, and bit down on the hardened nub. She cried out and jerked into him as her orgasm erupted. She threw her head back, and arched her back as she convulsed and went rigid from the first wave of her release.
    W hen he heard her cry out, he shoved as deeply into her as he could, and exploded with his first load of sticky white cream deep within her. She convulsed again as the second wave of her pleasure rocked through her. She thrust rigidly into him and as her climax continued. He released his hot seed, repeatedly, as deep into her womb as he could. Spent, he