Me & Mrs. Jones

“But I need you.” She groaned huskily into the phone. She knew he couldn’t resist her when she begged. He couldn’t resist her at all, but she liked when he put up a fight.

“You haven’t needed me for three weeks or so.” Julian rolled her eyes and examined her nails giving him a moment. 

“I need you now August. I need you bad. I need you deep. Don’t you miss me?” The last words were a whisper and she could hear his heavy sigh through the cordless receiver. 

“You’re not going to keep doing this to me.” He huffed.

“Of course not baby. I’ll see you in a few, yes?” She asked slickly. 

“Goodbye Julian.” 

Julian’s lips split into a grin and she relaxed into her pillows and let the phone slide from her hand onto the black fur. It had been three long weeks since her husband had been on one of his business trips. Three long weeks of his withered hands scraping against her polished flesh searching for heat he’d never find. 

Her life was one of luxury, a soft life if you will. Edwin was an older man she’d met while working at the country club bar. He wasn’t bad looking and he was nice and charming, plus he always left a huge tip. So when he asked her out to lunch she didn’t object, and she didn’t object to the purses, or shoes, or clothing. Julian accepted whatever Edwin offered when he began courting her, it only made sense that after 8 months she’d accept his hand in marriage. Why not?

For the most part it still made sense for Julian. She wanted for nothing. In reality, Edwin Stewart was the best thing that could’ve ever happened to her. Her days were spent exploring one errant idea after another expending any resources of his she fancied, they were now hers. She shopped, she lounged, she traveled, she pampered, and she preened, and he doted and spoiled until his bank had to check in for fraud. It was all very easy.

Only there was something missing, there always had been, only she told herself she didn’t need it anyway. It didn’t matter. In the grand scheme of things, wasn’t sex a small caveat for the life she was able to live? At least that’s what she’d told herself for the first five years of their marriage. That was until August. 

Now Julian wasn’t disloyal, and she genuinely cared for Edwin. If nothing else he’d become her friend and she loved him even if she wasn’t or had never been in love with him. She respected him. But she loved, cared for, and respected herself and her body so much more. 

At first sight Julian knew she was in trouble with August Ross. He took up way too much space and commanded way too much attention. But he was their contractor and she’d just set in motion 12 months of construction on their pool house. 

It began innocently enough with them joking and laughing during walk throughs of the renovation progress, to playful touches, lingering glances that were warm and heavy, then suggestive remarks. August began staying later than the crew and showing up earlier as well. He always seemed to know when Edwin was leaving and when he was coming back. 

Julian feigned indifference. She did her best to protest just enough but not too much, she loved the attention. If he truly stopped she’d lose her mind and marriage in order to return to being the object of his desire. Then one day, she gave in. In the greenhouse, against the cabinet where she kept her shovel, ho, and hose, August pressed his lips to hers. 

She was no virgin before Edwin, but the time with him had tamed her. Julian had long ago stopped being a sexual being. Then his lips touched hers and a fire erupted deep in her gut that spread throughout her body and shot through her limbs. She held him close and inhaled his scent as her tongue seeked his. 

Since that day, she couldn’t get enough. Construction of the pool house was done. It turned out beautiful. So beautiful that it only made sense to contract August again for renovation of the west wing of the home. Julian planned to turn it into a yoga studio and gym since Edwin’s kids were gone and rarely visit. She knew she didn’t want children so there was no use for the additional bedrooms. It also gave her the perfect excuse to have August Ross in their home. 

Julian smiled feeling quite satisfied with herself and anticipating the satisfaction to come. Her hands slid down her body taking in the delicate satin barely covering her flesh. She’d never wear something like this for her husband. Why bother? August made Julian feel sexy, and that’s what’s she’d be for him. 

The thought of him drove her mad. Her body reacted to the intimate knowledge of all the things he did to her, could do to her, would do to her when he arrived. She slid her hand past the lace edge of the teddy and her fingers tucked neatly into the folds of her sex. Julian bit her lip at the wetness she found there. 

Taking her middle finger Julian stroked her swelling clit first up and down then in a circle motion. As if on command her legs spread as the pleasure increased, hips moving in rhythm with her hand. An image of August in her shower with the water cascading over his chiseled body flashed into her mind. Julian moaned as she watched the water drip down his abs and onto his thick, hard, and curving dick. She bit her lip. 

“You couldn’t wait huh?” Julian jumped at the deep voice forgetting he had a key. She took him in through shaded eyes and watched as he shook his head at her. 

“Come here.” She commanded. 

August lifted his frame from where it rested against the door and walked over to her stopping at the foot of her bed. The man looked good. Delicious, dark chocolate that she couldn’t wait to have in her mouth. She loved the way his body displayed his hard labor reconstructing homes. He was fit, very much, but not too bulky. Wide, tall, and thick but in all the right ways. He took up space. August took up a lot of space. 

“I want you to finish.” He said with his eyes trained on the hand buried between her thighs. “I would like to watch you finish.” 

His eyes met hers and she shivered at the fire she found there. 

He could have anything he fucking wanted. 

Julian spread her legs and slid down on the bed making sure he had the perfect view. She didn’t want him to miss not a single moment. With her toes pointed and her back arched she continued playing in her slick folds. 

August smiled as his eyes slid down her body. Her heart nearly beat out of her chest when he began unbuckling his belt and removing his pants. At the sight of his dick, that beautiful chocolate dick, Julian became undone. She didn’t want friction, she wanted him, inside. 

Two. Then three. It felt so good with her palm stroking her clit as her fingers pressed against her gspot. Her hips bucked as she felt the fire pooling in her belly. She felt near explosion. So very close.

“Open your eyes.” Julian moaned at the sound of his voice. She hadn’t realized she’d closed them, but she pried her eyes open and watched as he stroked his dick from the base to the thick tip. 

“I need you bad.” She cried, hoping he’d hear the desperation in her voice and put her out of her misery. 

“I know.” He said with a nod. “Cum for me Juls.”

His eyes seemed to peer into her soul willing her orgasm to the surface. Her body tensed but her hips never stopped moving, jerking against her hand as her walls pulsated around her fingers. 

“Mmmm.” She moaned. Her hand stilled but her body jerked, being pulled to the end of the bed by her ankle. 

“Ooouu, fuck!” She swore at the feel of his lips surrounding her sensitive bud. It felt so good. Too good. Way too good. 

His tongue swirled around the swollen flesh before dipping inside of her. Julian arched her back giving him more access. August took that as an opportunity to slide up her teddy and cup her breast. She let out a hiss when his fingers twisted around her nipples. 

“Get up here.” She tried to say forcefully but mostly just moaned. August shook his head with her clit nestled between his lips. Julian mewled weakly in response. 

It occurred to Julian through the haze and fog of pure bliss that this man was going to make her cum again. The tingle she felt didn’t care about the weakness of her limbs or what felt like numbness in her tongue, but she was certain that was only because it was tucked tightly between her teeth. Her tongue was trapped to hold in a terrible moan that she was sure would spilt her in two. Was it the moan or the orgasm she was holding at bay? 

When his thick fingers dipped into her pot and skimmed around her walls searching for honey, Julian could fight it no longer. She wasn’t sure why she was fighting to begin with. It was exactly what she wanted. Her body came together all of her being drifting to her center causing her back to arch and her thighs to spread inching towards her abdomen. An ugly cry tore from her throat and her eyes rolled in pure disgust at her weakness. 

Her eyes shot open at the fullness of him deep inside of her. Inaudible cries spilled from her open mouth as she held his body close to hers. He didn’t move, but she didn’t want him to. It felt good to have him pressed fully into her, all his weight resting on her, the length of him deep within her. Her hips began to squirm, welcoming him, needing just a little bit more than depth. 

August lifted his face to hers capturing her mouth with his. He kissed her opened mouth before licking her lips. She tasted herself. She enjoyed it. Wanting more she wrapped her hand around his head pushing her tongue deep into his mouth savoring the taste of him and her mixed together. As the kiss deepened, their bodies began to move. 

Slowly, in sync, she sucked, he pulled and like elastic stretched to its max, they slammed back together like magnets set free. The appreciative moan that escaped her lips was all too telling of the satisfaction of that one, singular stroke. Anticipation filled her body and bubbled over as she awaited the next. 

August was afraid. Afraid that if he let go and gave in, gave her exactly what she wanted, he’d lose himself. He’d spill right into her with reckless abandon and fall fast asleep to dream of her. That’s what it was like when he was inside of her, pure satisfaction. Everything and anything felt good, everything brought him closer and pulled him further from himself. Further from control. 

As a contractor who took renovation jobs in wealthy neighborhoods such as this one, August was no stranger to an affair with a bored housewife. He couldn’t count or recall all the women he’d lent his hammer to. Many a nail had been hit on the head and when the job was done, he packed up his tool box and headed out with his crew in tow. No feelings lingering, no desire remaining, and a beautiful deposit headed to his account.

August was smart and had zero interest in a longtime affair, he was an attractive and successful man who could have any woman he wanted, and he knew it. He told himself that the only reason he was still screwing Julian was because of the second job she’d hired him for but in reality, if there was no job, he’d still be on the clock working her body until she begged him to stop. The truth was unsettling, so were his feelings for the petite caramel beauty that was presently tucked beneath him doing her best to unman him. 

He had to close his eyes if only for a moment. The pleasure on her face made butterflies take flight in his gut. He wanted to make her feel that way always. He wanted to make her cum. He wanted to please her. Whatever she wanted, she could have. More of him, all of him. Which is why he didn’t want to come in the first place.

But he couldn’t resist. 

And neither could she. 

Julian swept her tongue over his lips and gripped him tighter. Her hips began to move getting what she needed. What she missed. Three weeks wasn’t all that long, and in that time Edwin had taken a viagra or two and asked to give her a massage. But Edwin’s dick did nothing to massage the tension deep within her walls. 

August reached places and spaces that she’d forgotten existed. So many shadows and corners doused in pure light. 

She could tell August was holding back but she didn’t care, if he had a quick retreat, she’d get him back up. She had every intention for the night to last even if she had to go grab Edwin’s blue pills. With a push of her hips she flipped them landing astride him without the dick ever leaving her depths. 

Pleading eyes stared up at Julian, he wanted her but he also needed a moment. Wanted to take a breath, wanted to gather himself before he fell completely to pieces. But Julian loved his pieces, especially when they spread thin and his veins protruded through that beautiful ebony skin. She loved the tensing of his muscles, the lengthening and hardening of his dick within her. 

Hands pressed firmly against his chest, Julian began to move. She moved slowly at first because it had been awhile, for both of them she hoped, and she wanted to feel it all. So she took it all, and let her hips rise and fall slightly like a pulse, keeping him deep inside. 

“Uhn uhn, look at me remember?” Julian whispered haughtily as she gripped his chin. 

His eyes trained on her and she rose a little higher giving more of him air. A sharp intake of breath emboldened her, she wanted to make him hiss, shout, and scream. Spreading her knees wider she placed her hands atop her thighs before rolling her hips. She worked upward and gripped his tip like a vice before sliding smoothly down. His hands wrapped around her ankles like they were life preservers. 

Flames flickered in the depths of his chocolate eyes. When her fingers circled then squeezed her nipples his eyes glazed over and became liquid. His hips began to meet hers as she slid down propelling her back up before she could activate her own hips. 

Julian began to rock back and forth and she started to lose it when her clit slid against the base of his dick. She was in control, everything felt so good but it was the pleasure on his face, the anguish in his eyes that had kept her madness at bay. But now, she wanted to fuck him. She wanted to let her hips have their way and move however they needed to get her there. And she was so close to giving in. So close to milking him for every drop he posessed. 

August felt like he had planets in his palms as he cupped her ass. It was the only thing stopping him from convulsing beneath her and nutting in two strokes. Every time she slithered her delicious body upward he steadied himself for the cascade of warmth on her descent. The tightness, the heat, the throbbing, and fuck she looked good too. 

There was something about the way she knew what she wanted, the way she controlled her own pleasure and his. August was in awe of her. He wanted to touch her everywhere but he knew he’d lose himself if he did too much. He’d get overstimulated and crash the fuck out. He wanted to close his eyes but her earlier demand for him to pen them had made his toes curl. It wasn’t something he could handle again. 

So he watched her, and he felt her. He watched her feel him and she loved it. August could tell she wanted to lose herself as well, break free. When she reached the height of her pleasure it was as if her body went into auto pilot seeking the ultimate release. There was something so primal, so animalistic in the way she’d tear into her plush lip and move like water. 

She was holding back for him. It was sweet. Not sweeter than the taste of her. Not sweeter than the feeling of her pussy cupping, sucking, and kissing his dick. But it was sweet because she simply couldn’t have this end. It was sweet just how much of him she needed to be fulfilled. His eyes rolled into the back of his head at the thought.

He hated the needs he felt, the feelings, and the sight of her beautiful face made it harder, made him harder, made him push further, extend his hips and release his anger at the depth at which she touched him. His belly burned, so did his thighs, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was the hoarse sound of her labored breathing and the wetness surrounding him. 

Julian slowed her ride from a gallop to a trot circling her hips on descent. She cradled Augusts face trying to smooth the hard lines forming in his face. She couldn’t bear stopping but she knew if she kept giving him her all, he’d do the same. But his all would mean the end while hers signaled beginning after beginning. 

“We can’t keep doing this.” He whispered. 

Julian stiffened at his words. She knew what he meant but she wasn’t ready to accept it, so she gripped him tighter. Figured her walls could siphon him of reason and plant him firmly in her garden to admire and pet the petals when she saw fit. 

He had to be playing or joking, trying to challenge her with the threat of their last time. So she decided to challenge him back. To dare him to end things with her. With all of her spine, all of her pelvis, all the muscles beneath her waist and her core, she pushed her body into overdrive and let every piece of sensuality shine through. 

She could tell he was close and there was no pausing to recharge this time. He was going to spill and she had to taste it, if in fact this was the last time. With a spin of her leg and slide of her body she spun around, her core hovering right over his mouth, before leaning down to take him into her mouth. 

With one deep suck, August lost his way in her mouth. He vividly remembered telling her that this was the end, but nothing in his body mirrored that as he grabbed her ass cheeks and pressed his face into her moist sex. Her body trembled and that excited him. As he rode his own orgasm, he did his best to get her to hers, at least one more before he was gone from her life for good. 

He became sensitive, but she wouldn’t stop. Her sucked her bud deeper trying to distract her, make her lose some of her concentration but the more he pleased her, the more she seemed aimed to please him. Every moan proceeded a lick, she bounced up and down in his hands, hips swirling on his tongue.

Until he couldn’t take it anymore. Until his toes popped and crunch from curling this way and that. Until he had to physically remove her from his body. That’s how long she feasted upon him. He was empty, not a drop of semen left, and still, she sucked. 

Her mouth slid off his dick with a pop and they both fell into the covers, sweat coating their spent and exhausted bodies. Julian watched the fan overhead wondering if she should be the first to speak. And she also wondered what exactly she’d say… please don’t go? 

August counted his breaths. He wasn’t sure why, but with each inhale he counted, and with each exhale the number grew. He closed his eyes and wondered what she was thinking. She never responded to him earlier, but he was sure she’d heard him. 

“What about the gym?” She mused breathlessly. 

August snorted in amusement and turned his head to chance a glance at the woman he didn’t particularly want to let go of. Julian was staring at the ceiling and he thought he saw a tear budding in the corner of her eye. 

“I can refer you to another contractor Julz, that’s not an issue.” He said reassuringly instead of making a joke. Julian sniffled and it tugged t his heart. With a nod she sat up not looking in his direction. 

“I think you should go then.” She stated flatly before rising from the bed herself.

“What?” He asked confused by her now cold demeanor as she tossed on a silk robe. Instead of thing it, she left it open allowing him the most tantalizing view of her breast and v peeking through the opening. 

“Are you not done?” She asked, finally looking his way. 

August was taken aback. Who was this woman before standing before him? With his face still a mask of confusion he shook his head and got up from the bed. As he dressed, she watched him with a look of disinterest and distaste. He knew it was bullshit, he knew she couldn’t get enough of his dick and really wanted him to stay, but he had no time and no claim to the woman anyway. She was married is this was just another affair for her and for him. 

He dressed in silence, slowly, because there was something about the cool and calm facade that pissed him off and he wanted her pissed off too. He wanted his cavalier mask to rub against her cold mask until the material between them disintegrated and they could be who they were. Or who he wanted them to be? He wasn’t sure.

He also wasn’t sure what reaction he’d expected? Maybe some sense, seeing as how she was a married woman who contracted him for dick. What right did she have to be upset? Did she feel entitled to him forever because she paid him? 

He shook his head again and took a breath before leaving the bedside to retrieve his pants. August felt rather than saw her eyes roll and he smiled inwardly as he leisurely applied a pant to one leg then the other. Julian followed him to the door in her heeled slippers. 

The shoes always struck him as funny and out of place. They reminded him of the plastic shoes his little sister used to get from the dollar store when they were kids and were told to pick one toy. To August the shoes seemed like another type of mask, a girl masking herself as a woman, and something simple with a mask of luxury. 

It was a luxury he wasn’t sure he could provide. Yeah, he fucked her good, ate her even better, but outside of this bed… what could he really give this woman? His chest burned. He could give her love. A love he was pretty sure resided within himself. August wasn’t sure how, when, or why it got there, but as Julian followed him down the stairs and to the door, he was absolutely certain it was more than just sex. 

Julian didn’t leave the steps. She watched as he made his way to the door loving the way his body took form in his clothes. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted to hold him and be held by him. Julian wanted nothing more than to run to August, toss her arms around his neck and beg him for just one more time. 

She couldn’t though, or she wouldn’t. Julian knew exactly what this was and she knew that it’d eventually come to an end. The end felt so bizarre though. She always thought it’d end in ice, but it was pure flame. She burned for him. She burned for more. She burned to follow him right out of that door. And everything she was coming to love was going up in flames. 

He was such a welcome respite. August had been making life bearable. She felt a considerable weight falling onto her shoulders. What would she do without him? How could he sleep with her husband now when there was no August to make up for his lack of skill or the lack of chemistry. August turned to look at her as he crossed the threshold. 

“I don’t know why, but I’m sorry.” 

“There’s no need. I’ll be looking for that referral.” She said, sounding all business but feeling unknown or denied emotions. 

August looked like he wanted to say more but he shook his head again and walked out of the door. Out of her life. Julian fell to the floor clutching the thick banister hoping the wood would imbue her with some power. She felt on the brink of tears but none came. What right did she have to cry over her affair? 

Julian stood up and fixed her face planting a smile on her lips to manifest some light. It didn’t work, but she still refused the tears, instead she walked over to the tarped side of her home. Many nights she’d come in here and please herself at the thought of him after her husband failed to bring her to climax. Something about knowing August used his hands in here turned her on. Something about him creating. Or maybe it was the thought of him sweating in his jeans and white t-shirt. 

Her hand gripped her throat. What was she going to do without him? Could the fantasy remain tangible for her personal use for months or years to come? Could she do without his touch because she’d already had it? Better to have fucked and lost right? The phone rang and Julian knew it was her husband.

Edwin had insisted upon the landline. Julian didn’t mind it, he was usually the only one who dialed the number because she primarily used her cell phone. She took a deep breath before picking the phone. 

“Hey beautiful.”

“Hi sweetheart. How’s the big apple?”

“It’s what it always is. How are you?”

“Hmm. I’m well.”

“You don’t sound it.” He said sounding genuinely concerned?

Julian rolled her eyes wishing she could hide her disappointment better.

“The shoes I wanted were out of stock at Neimans and I searched around and no one has them. I wanted to wear them to the JPT luncheon with my burgundy dress but I may have to find something else.” She lied easily. 

“That’s an easy enough fix. Come here.”

“Huh?” She asked.

“I’ll book you a flight. Come here and you can do all the shopping you want. If you can’t find what you want in New York City, where can you find it?” 

Julian smiled sadly at how much the man was willing and able to solve her problems. All but one. 

“That sounds great baby. I’d love to come shop.” She said add a dose of cheer to her tone. 

“Alright, I’ll send you the details. I love you Julian.”

“I love you too Ed.”

Julian eyed the bag in her passenger seat. One bag. She hoped it be enough, but she hadn’t really known what to grab. It was all very spur of the moment. She trained her eyes on the road unsure of the exact reason for her sudden anxiety. With a steeling breath she made a right before parking on the street. 

Julian grabbed her bag and purse and exited the car. Since her marriage to Ed there’d been all kinds of firsts, all sorts of new experiences, she’d been places she never thought she’d even be able to go. Her life was easy like Sunday morning and wide open like the ocean. 

“What are you doing here?” August stepped onto the front porch before Julian could make it to the steps. His eyes dropped to the bag in her hand. 

She didn’t know what to say. That her body had led her here? That her heart wasn’t in New York and she had to reunite with it? That she couldn’t imagine a life that didn’t include him and if she had to lose Edwin and what he offered for August then she would do that? She couldn’t say any of those things because standing before him she realized he never said he wanted her too. 

“What are you doing Julian?” He asked again, not sure what he wanted her to say. 

“I’m not sure August.”

August began to descend the steps and Julian began to back away. August stilled. So did she. He took a breath and rubbed his hands over his face. Julian shifted from one foot to the other. 

“Are you here to stay?” August hated the glimmer of hope in his voice but he felt it truly. He felt hope. 

“Is that ok?” She asked, hoping like hell it was. She could always go back home and tear up the note she’d left Edwin, she could always go to the airport and meet her husband in New York. He didn’t have to say yes. But she hoped with all her heart that he would. 

“Um, yeah. Yeah that’s ok.” He said suddenly anxious. August watched as the clouds seemed to disperse and light beamed from his Julian once again. August smiled because he couldn’t do anything but his anxiety falling away. He opened his arms for her and Julian let go of her bags and nearly ran to him. 

Their mouths met in a mess of heat and fire. Julian pressed her body into his moaning as his hands traveled up and down her back. She bit his lip when he smacked then gripped her ass. Julian shook her head wondering what the fuck she was doing. 

“We’ll figure it all out ok? I love you Julian. We’ll make this work.” August declared between kisses to her cheeks, forehead, eyelids, neck, and shoulders. He felt trepidation in her and he wanted to eradicate it. 

He wasn’t sure what made her take the step, but he was happy she did, and now that she had he was going to carry them the rest of the way. Now he just wanted to learn her, more than just where to kiss to make her shake and he wanted her to know him to. She felt more than worth it and August was going to follow the feeling. A feeling that overwhelmed him. August was in love with Julian Jones. And he wasn’t letting Mrs. Jones go.