He pulled up his trunks.
"Thirty minutes," Barb said. "Where?"
"Downstairs," Zach said. "The office."
----`
His father’s office was right off the dining room but the door was always closed so Zach knew it would be safe. And there was a small sofa in there as well and he planned to make good use of it.
He entered the room and left the door slightly open for Barb. The office was on the east side of the house and away from the late afternoon sun so it was fairly dim. He went to the window and while he was closing the blinds he felt two arms go around him and hug him from behind. She was already there and he hadn’t seen her. Barb buried her face into his neck and kissed him. He turned to face her and she held her index finger up to his lips.
"Ssssh," she said very softly.
She turned and tiptoed to the door and closed it and locked it. She came back to him and looked up into his face and raised her arm to run her hand through his hair. He took her hand and guided it to his mouth and he kissed each of her fingers and sucked one into his mouth.
"The black nail polish," Zach said. "I never saw you wear that before."
"Yeah, well, I thought I’d try something new. It’s a statement, I guess."
"A statement? What does it say?"
"It says I want you to fuck me," Barb said.
"You’re reading my mind again," Zach said.
He pulled her tight and their mouths smashed together. His hands roamed her back and one slipped under her cover up to her butt and fingered its way into the crack of her ass. She groped for his dick as her tongue eeled around his.
Zach loosened the tie on the front of her wrap and tossed it back off of her shoulders. Barb wiggled her arms and it fell to the floor. One hook unhooked and the bra was on the floor, too.
Barb was already pushing his trunks down when Zach’s fingers slipped inside her. With one hand in her pussy, he pushed her ocelot cunt cover down her legs. They were then standing face to face, his fingers in her cunt, her hand clutching his hard, swollen penis, and their clothing in a heap by their feet.
"I want to feel your big fucking cock inside me," she whispered into his ear.
She didn’t have to say it twice.
Zach eased her back until she was sitting on the overstuffed arm of the sofa. He wanted to eat a little more pussy before he fucked her. He knelt and licked her inside and out before surrounding her clit with his lips. Barb’s body buzzed when he sucked it in and tongued it and he felt it plump in his mouth.
Zach stood up in front of her. Barb took his cock in her hand and lay back against the back of the sofa. It was comfortable and the angles worked.
"Fuck me," she whispered.
He zeroed in close. She drew his cock to her cunt and put it into her. He pushed it all the way in and mounted her. She wrapped her arms around his back and her legs around his. She moaned so he kissed her to muzzle her.
Zach started slowly in an effort to be quiet but figured out pretty quick that would not work. He wanted to fuck the shit out of this woman. Barb’s fingernails were digging into his back, her tongue was fucking his mouth and her cunt was squeezing his cock. They soon had a hard, rocking rhythm going and they grunted into each others’ mouths.
The legs of the sofa were squeaking with each of their thrusts. The back of the sofa was tapping the wall a split second after each squeak. Their low moans played bass. And Barb’s bracelets and bangles rattled, adding percussion like a tambourine.
Zach fucked her hard, slammed his dick deep inside her and clenched her ass in his hands like a vise. Barb sucked his tongue and bit his shoulder and stabbed his back with her nails and slung her crotch into him, and sucked his cock with the walls of her pussy.
"I’m gonna fuck you till you come, Barb," Zach said with half-breath. "Until you come big."
He felt her arms, legs and cunt clasp even tighter around him. They kept fucking with an increased manic euphoria.
"Oh fuck, I’m gonna come," Zach said finally when he felt his rising surge.
"Give it to me," Barb said. "Give it to me."
Zach pounded her faster and rammed his fingers into the crack of her ass and made sure one made it into her asshole.
"Ugh," she muttered.
With each quick plunge of his cock into her pussy his finger lodged deeper up her ass. Barb wasn’t used to this but it soon brought her close to her edge.
Zach emitted a low grumble when he came. His semen seared its way up through his cock, out of him and into Barb, twitch after twitch. As if on cue Barb started to shudder and shake.
"Oh God, here I come!" Barb yelped, a little too loud.
"Sssh," Zach said softly.
Barb’s head darted side-to-side and her groin squirmed like a caged cat.
"Yes, oh fuck," she sibilated, breathless. "I love your fucking cock!"
She came in a cascade much like her first one upstairs. Zach kept prodding his emptied dick into her and felt her released liquid flood her vagina and seep out around him.
When her quavers at last abated Zach unsaddled her and Barb jumped right up and started dressing. Zach pulled on his trunks. He took her in her arms and kissed her.
"That was fucking incredible," he said. "You fuck like a goddess. I want us to do some more of this."
"You better," Barb said, as she tied her wrap in front. "Is the coast clear?"
Zach cracked the door and took a look.
"Yes," he said. "All clear."
"Good."
She power-kissed him with her tongue tickling his throat and her fingers tickling his crotch. Then she put her mouth up to his ear.
"You’re a hell of a fuck yourself," she said softly.
She sucked and nibbled his earlobe briefly and stepped through the door. Zach watched her walk across the family room and down the hall, headed for the bathroom.
They hadn’t been caught. Everybody was outside and the music was still playing. The sun getting low and all of the husbands and boyfriends would be showing up soon. Zach went upstairs to take a shower.
Zach didn’t hang around. He left the party because he didn’t want to say or do anything stupid around Barb to give them away. And he didn’t think he could bear to see her with Dan right then. He went to an old hangout to drink a few beers and shoot some pool. He ran into a girl he knew and they hung out for a while. He knew he could have gone home with her but he didn’t even try. He didn’t want her. He wanted Barb.
----
So now what?
Zach soon found out that having a clandestine affair with a hot mom from down the street was not the easiest thing to pull off. He couldn’t call her at home, she had a husband, a son and a full-time job. He couldn’t harass her at work. They couldn’t be seen. He even had to be careful talking to her at the ballgames and check their body language or someone might notice something and get suspicious.
It was weird for Barb, too. She didn’t enjoy the rest of the pool party that night. Dan showed up half-lit and kept drinking. She just hung out with the girls and tried to avoid talking to Meg if possible, as if Meg would read her face and know that she had sucked and fucked her son in the house that afternoon.
Zach went to the next game and tried to act normal. He didn’t see Barb. He coached the same as he always did but was self-conscious and paranoid that others knew something they didn’t. And it was strange being around Dan knowing he would kill him if he found out he’d fucked his wife.
After the game Zach got back to his car and found a small envelope on the driver’s seat. His window was cracked open and somebody had slipped it through the opening. The envelope had ZACH neatly printed in block letters on the outside. He got behind the wheel and opened it. It was short and sweet but made his heart skip:
Z- Come over tomorrow morning when you get off work. Be discreet. - B.
He drove home with a smile on his face. He read a book for a while, took a shower, and got ready to go to work.
----
The next morning Zach drove home and parked his car out front as he usually did. Everybody had already left for the day. He went to his room and took off his dirty clothes. He sat on the bed to take his socks off and the image of him on his knees in this same spot with his head between Barb’s legs popped into his mind. He could still smell a slight scent of her, almost taste her.
He showered and dressed casually--shorts and a T--and headed out the back. There was a right-of-way behind the backyards on their side of the street and he used it to walk down to Barb’s. He went to the backdoor and knocked.
"Come in," he heard Barb call from within.
Zach opened the door and entered. The door opened into a dining area which was adjacent to the living room. He saw Barb standing in the living room next to the couch, barefoot with a knee-length pink robe tied around her.
"I don’t have to be to work until noon," she said.
Zach briskly stepped toward her. Barb opened her robe and let it drop. She was naked except for her jewelry. Hoops in her ears, necklaces, rings, bracelets and bangles on her wrists and ankles, two gold chains looped around her slim waist. Their bodies instantly meshed and they kissed. Barb’s hands made a beeline into Zach’s shorts.
"I can’t believe it’s only been four days," Barb rasped.
"I know," Zach said.
Zach’s shorts were off and Barb was pulling his t-shirt over his head. His cock was already reaching for the ceiling. They wobbled toward the couch and Barb pulled him down on top of her.
"Let’s fuck first," she said.
She led his cock to her eager slot. She wanted to feel it inside her and she groaned when Zach forced the length of it into her. After a single thrust they were in sync and grunting and groaning and hissing and picking up the pace.
This fuck was going to be fast and furious. Their bodies were already superheated and their groins were bouncing up and down like a bucking pony. The sofa groaned along beneath them. Barb had her hands splayed on Zach’s back and her wrist ornaments clattered in time.
"Put your finger in my ass," she said.
Zach obliged and Barb was now getting vigorously impaled coming and going. Zach came first and bellowed as he delivered his seed deep into her. Barb was not far behind and she screeched as her body shook and her cum flowed. They kissed for a time as Zach’s boner slackened inside her.
They made out. She licked the salty sweat off of his neck. He sucked her tits. She sucked his cock until he came. He ate her pussy until she came.
After all the mad sex Barb went to the kitchen and got them each a glass of water. They sat and talked about how they would schedule their trysts. They started kissing again and soon Zach’s cock was ready for thirds. Barb climbed onto his lap facing him and lowered her juicy cunt onto his cock and they started fucking again.
Up and down, up and down she went, falling each time onto him bullishly and savoring the jolt of his cock up deep inside her. Her hands were on his shoulders pushing and her harmonious jewelry accompanied her shrieks of pleasure. They both came again and their mixed secretions oozed out of Barb and onto the cushion. She didn’t move as they again kissed a long, slow tongue fuck.
"You know you rattle when we fuck," Zach said.
"Excuse me?" Barb asked, puzzled.
"Your jewelry. It rattles when we fuck."
"You don’t like it?" she said.
"I like it fine, just making an observation. It’s kind of musical."
Barb shook her wrists.
"Actually, it’s not really a rattle," she said. "It’s more like a jingle."
She shook her left wrist, then her right.
"In fact it’s really two different sounds," she went on. She shook her right wrist, bracelets. "Now that’s a jingle. But listen to this." She shook her left wrist of bangles. "This is more of a jangle."
She shook them both together.
"Jingle Jangle!" they said simultaneously.
"I’ll Jingle Jangle with you anytime," Zach said. "Just say when."
----
Their affair was now in no-turning-back full-swing. Her husband worked days and left the house early. Danny Jr. was in school for another week but then would be taking sailing lessons three mornings a week, two of which were the days when Barb didn’t go to work until noon. Their schedule fell into place and they would be Jingle Jangling two mornings a week. Barb said that if for some reason she had to call it off at the last minute…a sick husband or son, for example…she would lower the blinds in the kitchen window and that would be Zach’s cue to abort.
Their sex could be soft or hard but was fearless, anything was worth a try, and Barb loved the adventure. They fucked in every room, on tables, on the carpet and against the wall. There were backward blowjobs and sixty-nines. Barb had especially liked when Zach would give her a rim job and when he would stick his finger up her ass, so before long she wanted his dick up there too and assfucking became a regular feature.
One time Barb was sucking Zach’s cock in her bed and his pubic hair was tickling her nose so she decided he needed a trim. She went to the bathroom and came back with a large bath towel, wet cloth, electric clippers, shaving cream and razor.
"You need a shave!" she said. "Lift up your butt."
She spread the towel under him. She turned on the electric clippers and mowed the lawn. Then she soaped him up and shaved him close. His cock was about to explode because she had been handling it, fondling it, moving it back and forth the whole time.
"Damn, this is sexy," he said.
She sucked his cock for a minute and then jerked him off the rest of the way. She wanted to watch him shoot his milky load. He grunted and his cum catapulted out of the head of his stiff penis, rope after rope.
"Jesus, that’s a lot of cum," Barb said. "The fountain of youth!"
Another time in bed Barb was sucking him and Zach was laying back, watching his cock slide in and out of her mouth, disappearing and reappearing.
"You know, Barb," he said. "I never get tired of watching you suck me, watching my cock slide in and out of your mouth."
"Really?"
"Oh yes, it’s such a fucking turn-on."
"Then let’s spice it up a little."
She got up and went to the bathroom. She came back with lipstick. She stood naked by the mirror on the wall beside the bed as she painted her full lips with a tiny brush. She took her time and daubed with gentle finesse and Zach stroked himself as he watched.
Barb came back to bed with her lips a deep, rich red. She smiled at Zach and took his cock into her hand. She licked the head of his cock and sucked an inch or two into her mouth. There were already tiny flecks of red on the tip of his cock.
"Oh my god, Barb, this is so hot," he said. "You mind if I video this?" He picked up his phone from the nightstand.
"Uh, I don’t know Zach. This isn’t going to end up on the internet, is it?"
"No, just for me. It’s so fucking hot."
"Okay, but just show my mouth, okay? Not my face."
Zach agreed and turned on the video cam in his phone. He set it on his chest and framed a closeup shot of his cock and Barb’s mouth. She held it and took it in and out of her mouth numerous times. Zach was about to bust his nut, it was one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen. She kept it up. Barb gradually took more and more cock into her mouth as he got closer to erupting. With a few fat inches inside her mouth, Barb held on while he came and his mid-body bucked, and his cum oozed out between her crimson lips and down the staff of his cock. His whole hard member reappeared and she smiled at him with cum-speckled lips.
Zach dropped the phone on the bed beside him and pulled Barb up toward him.
"Sit on my face!" he ordered.
Barb straddled his head and placed her pussy on his mouth, pressing. Zach licked her in and out and fucked her with his tongue as she pushed her cunt into his face. He sucked and teethed her turgid clit until she came all over him.
Then Zach flipped her over and climbed on top and fucked her. Hard.
He fucked like a caveman that day. His deepest carnal cravings came through the head of his dick. They both roared about as loud as they ever had when they came simultaneously. He went home with lipstick all over his body.
He watched the video of his lipstick blowjob when he got back to his house. He also discovered that when he dropped the phone on the bed he’d failed to turn off the camera. After the six minute video there was a blank screen for a half hour with the clear audio of their sighs and moans and grunts and groans and the jingle jangling of Barb’s jewelry as Zach ate her pussy and the slap slap slap of sweaty flesh as he fucked her.
----
It was a hell of a summer for both of them. Two mornings a week Zach would come home from work, go over to Barb’s and fuck her for two or three hours and then go home and go to bed. Two mornings a week Barb would wake up, get her son and husband out the door, then fuck Zach for two or three hours before she went to work. There were four times when they had to call it off which made them both hungrier for each other the next time. They never got caught and no one seemed to be suspicious.
Their last morning together was bittersweet. It was in late August the day before Zach headed back to college for his senior year. The sex was gentler, slower as if they wanted to savor it and say a long, sweet goodbye. Zach gave Barb a gift before he left. It was a silver bangle that he’d had engraved with the words JINGLE JANGLE. Tears dripped down her cheeks, the first time she’d cried in front of him. Then she went to her jewelry box and sifted through it. She picked out a thin silver chain and latched it around Zach’s neck and kissed him goodbye. He said he’d see her when he came home for Thanksgiving weekend.
Zach went back to school and back to chasing college tail, but looked forward to going home for Thanksgiving. Not for the turkey, but for the Jingle Jangle. Thanksgiving came but they didn’t connect. Barb had to work a lot, had family over and Dan and Danny Jr. were home.
Zach took a chance and sent Barb a Christmas card. He sent it to her salon. Aside from the Merry Christmas message he let her know he was thinking about her and would like to see her when he was home for the holidays. She didn’t respond but he still couldn’t get her out of his head. He looked for her when he went home but they didn’t hook up.
He got a short letter from her in January after he was back at school. She thanked him for the card but said she thought it was too risky to try and see him over the holidays with everyone being home and work and family responsibilities. Last summer was great, but that was last summer.
The last day of school was in mid-May. Since his family lived so far away Zach skipped graduation and the college would be mailing his diploma. He drove home for a few days before he would be heading back to his apartment near the college. He had accepted a position at the media company where he had interned during his senior year.
His parents threw a graduation party for him in the backyard and of course Barb and Dan were invited. He and Barb eyed each other for a time before there was an opportunity to talk to each other alone. They said their awkward how-do-you-dos before they started flirting.
"You’re wearing the chain I gave you," Barb said, touching it on the side of his neck.
"I’ve never taken it off."
"Really?"
"Really. So, Barb, want to meet me in thirty minutes upstairs in the bedroom at the end of the hall?"
She laughed. "I don’t think so. We got away with that once but might not be so lucky this time."
"Oh come on," Zach teased. "I bet we could do it three times in three different rooms…"
"Uh, don’t think so Lover Boy. Everybody’s here this time. Your dad, your little brother, my husband, my son. Plus you’re the man of honor and likely to be missed. But thanks for the offer."
A little later Dan and Danny Jr. went home to watch a ballgame on TV. Barb stayed at the party for a while and then Zach walked her home. They made out for a little while in her backyard. Zach loved the feel of her tits as they kissed and the way she leaned into his cock.
"You look fucking incredible," he whispered. "You sure you don’t want to run away with me?"
"Oh, Zach…"
"I think about you a lot."
"I think about you too," she said.
"I watch the lipstick video a lot, too. It’s so sexy. It gets me off every time."
"My claim to fame," she said softly.
"I miss you," he said with a frog in his throat.
They kissed a long goodbye again. In the dark Zach felt the moisture on her cheeks.
----
A couple days later Zach drove back to his apartment. The following Monday he started his new job.
Two weeks later was Meg’s Ladies First Pool Party. Barb didn’t enjoy it like the year before, in fact she’d wished she was somewhere else. The weather was cooler and overcast and there was no young, handsome bartender to seduce her. She drank her drinks and stared at the back of the house and reminisced about that day last year when she Jingle Jangled Zach three different times in three different rooms.
----
Zach became very busy and adapted to his new position quickly. Since he had interned there for two semesters it was a smooth transition. He’d work hard for five days and then relax for two. He already knew many of the people he worked with and would socialize with some of them outside of work. He went home with one girl and almost had sex with her but called it off. He knew they really didn’t click and it would only make things awkward at work. She was cool about it, even respected him for it.
At first Zach made a point to call home once a week or so, but that effort soon eroded as he became busier. So his mother would call him to make sure he was still alive. Sunday evenings seemed to be the best times to connect on the phone.
Four months later he was talking to his mother and she had a news flash for him.
"Barb and Dan are separated," Meg said. "They’re getting a divorce."
"What?" Zach said. "Are you kidding me? Why? What happened?"
"I don’t really know the whole story," she said. "Just what Jeff learned from Danny. But Dan and Danny moved out and the house is up for sale. I called Barb but she was kind of down and didn’t say much. I’ve called a couple other times but she doesn’t pick up. It seems she was having an affair and got caught."
"Oh my god. With whom?"
"I don’t know, some guy she met at the salon, I guess. It got pretty ugly when Dan found out. Lots of yelling and cursing. Dan took Danny and moved out."
Zach was flabbergasted. He ended the call and called Barb. It went to voicemail and he left a message. It was Sunday evening after eight o’clock so he didn’t think he’d hear back from her that night, but she called him back an hour later.
"Oh Zach, thanks for calling, it’s good to hear your voice."
"I talked to my mother, she said you were separated, and selling your house. What happened?"
"Jesus, Zach, it’s been a nightmare. What did your mother tell you?"
"Just what I said, that you are separated and probably getting divorced and were selling your house."
"That’s all she said?"
"She didn’t know much, just what Jeff had gotten from Danny. She said you had an affair and Dan found out."
"Oh," she said. "Well, not exactly."
"Really? What really happened?" he asked.
"You’re the only one I ever had an affair with, Zach," she said. "And Dan doesn’t know about you. But he found the lipstick video. He saw my lips and my nose and the rings on my fingers. And then he listened to the rest of it, and heard us moaning and fucking."
"Holy shit. How did he find it?"
"That’s the thing. He was snooping on my phone. I thought I’d hidden it. I almost deleted it so many times but I didn’t."
"And he has no idea who it was?"
"None. And it drives him crazy. But it would serve no purpose for him to know. It wouldn’t change anything, because I did it and we’re through, but it could upset a few other people."
They talked and talked and they drifted into that comfort zone they’d shared before. They talked about their flirting, their first encounters in his mom’s house, her black nails, the kitchen window blinds, the lipstick, the jingle jangles, the bangle he gave her and the chain she gave him.
"It’s still around my neck," he told her.
In what seemed no time at all Zach realized they’d been talking for two hours.
"Well, Barb, I should tell you the purpose of my call," he said. I need a haircut."
Barb laughed. "Oh, yeah? Up top or down below?"
"Up top needs a trim. Downstairs needs a shave."
"Okay," she said. "Are you coming to town anytime soon?"
"Uh, not really. But I was thinking maybe we could meet somewhere in the middle. For a weekend."
Zach’s voice cracked slightly when he said it. He felt goose flesh on his forearms and a tingle in his loins. Was he going too far too soon? There was a pause as he waited.
"A weekend, huh?" she said. "That might not be a bad idea. Get away from here. I could use a break."
They picked the weekend two weeks hence. It would give Barb time to change her schedule around and get Saturday off. Before they signed off they told each other how nice it would be get together again.
They talked on the phone two days later to confirm. Zach had chosen the place where they could rendezvous and would book the hotel.
----
Zach was looking forward to the weekend like nothing he could remember. He knew he would want to jump Barb’s bones the minute he saw her. But what did she expect? She’d been through a lot recently and he didn’t want to go over the line and stress her out even more. But he thought it was a very good sign that she was willing to drive close to three hours to spend a couple days with him. And it would be a fine relief to be able to relax with her and be seen together in public, and not have to play hide and sneak. He went out and bought a bunch of metallic and glass bangles.
Barb was looking forward to it too. She’d been in a guilty depression since her breakup and Zach always made her feel good. It would be good to get out of the house because real estate agents would be parading through all weekend anyway. She had figured she was done with men for a while but maybe not. The morning after the Sunday night she and Zach had talked on the phone she’d called her doctor to get back on the pill.
----
The day came. It was a Friday and both managed to get off early from work. Zach had booked a room at a hotel in a small town on the river and their room had a balcony and view. He stocked the room with drinks and ice. Before he left the room he opened his bag and took out the bangles he’d bought and put them on his wrists. He opened his collar an extra button so Barb would see the chain she’d given him.
Next to the hotel was an old log cabin restaurant. And it had the most creative name: The Log Cabin. It had a big wooden deck overlooking the river with tables, a long bar and live music. This is where they would meet.
It was a warm evening. As the sun lowered in the west the deck was in a comfortable shade. Zach was early so he had a seat at the bar. He wanted to relax and have a cold beer or two before Barb arrived. But she was early too.
He was three swallows into his beer when she arrived. He saw her before she saw him, coming through the french doors to the deck. She grinned when she spotted him. She strode over to him.
She looked fabulous. Her hair was longer, flowing and carefree. She had on a creamy summer dress, a couple inches above her knees, showing off her svelte, tanned physique, and skimpy flat sandals. And of course the jewelry: loaded ears and neck and wrists and ankles and toes. As she came close he saw that all of her fingernails and toenails were painted black and her lips were a deep, lush red.
They hugged. Zach squeezed her tight. He breathed in her luscious scent. The cushioned push of her breasts against him. Her breath on his neck. Her hands on his back. They kissed and her tongue snaked into his mouth. It all came back.
"You look stunning!" Zach said.
"So do you, Honey. And I love your jewelry!" Barb said with a giggle.
"Paying homage," he said, and shook his wrists. "Jingle Jangle."
She sat beside him and ordered a gin and tonic. They sat on stools facing each other, talking, with their knees touching and before long were holding hands. Their shared natural exuberance could have been noticed from across the river.
When their drinks were empty Zach started to order another round but Barb stopped him.
"How late are you open?" she asked the bartender.
"Bar closes at two, kitchen closes at midnight."
She turned to Zach and said, "Let’s come back later." She didn’t need to say more.
They walked hand-in-hand to her car and retrieved her suitcase. They went into the room and they kissed like long-lost lovers. Which they were.
She opened her bag and found her lipstick. She took the brush and looked in the mirror while she touched up her lips.
"You have your phone?" she asked.
"Sure, right here," Zach said, and fished it out of his pocket.
"Good. Get that video camera working. We’re going to make another movie. And this time you can show my whole damn face if you want to."
She moved the straps off of her shoulders and her dress fell to the floor. All she had on were two gold chains around her waist and a slinky thong that matched her lips. She came to Zach and started unbuttoning his shirt.
Zach’s body got covered with lipstick again that night. It was one of the fiercest Jingle Jangles they’d ever had.
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