Ache

It was slow and humiliating, just as Janet had craved since she first met Andy. She had heard about him from a friend of a friend, not really a friend of a friend, perhaps an acquaintance of an acquaintance she had met on the internet. It was convoluted, but then it had to be, this was not something you told your friends about, not your straight friends at least. Hell, she hadn't even told her husband.

She first met Andy at a bar, a crowded place, a bit too noisy to talk. They met, with all the bells and whistles, a requisite safe call and a chaste kiss before heading to different homes and different lives. They met again at a crowded restaurant, crowded but quieter, so they could talk some.

Free from the apprehension associated with a first meeting, tonight Janet could relax a bit and really look Andy over. He wasn't tall, perhaps five-eight or five-nine, but he was muscular. While not the ballooned out buffoons she often saw at the gym, she could tell he did spend some time working out. His dark hair was salted with some gray, mostly at the temples and a touch in his mustache. His eyes were a dark brown, almost black that seemed to smolder intensely, especially as he looked at her. All in all, Janet thought to herself, he was simply gorgeous.

Fidgeting some under his intense glare, she tossed her dirty blonde hair back over her shoulders exposing the milky white skin of her chest. Her low cut dress tastily exposed her ample cleavage (thank you push up bra) and actually made her look a bit thinner in the stomach and hips than she actually was. She ate very little at dinner, instead focusing her attention to Andy's conversation about what he would expect from her.

He would go slowly with her, introducing her to the reality of the scene. They discussed the safeword and what limits really were. Janet had heard it before in chatrooms and played online with it all, but hearing it now, in real time, real life, she was almost breathless with longing. Telling him she was ready to go, he disappointed her, telling her that he would decide when she was ready. They parted with a less than chaste kiss.

After a few more meetings in public, they finally arranged to meet at a motel, where he would introduce her to a bit of bondage. The experience was exquisite, as the restraints chaffed her a bit, and as he gently touched her breasts for the first time she thought she would simply melt away. But all he did was touch her breasts then, and when he finally untied her, he instructed her to come for him.

Reaching to her aching clit, she longed for his tongue, his hands, his cock to take her but satisfied herself as he watched. She came violently, her pent up need oozing out over her fingers as Andy silently watched. That night they kissed as he caressed her breast.

The next meeting he touched her ass, burning from the spanking he gave her. He rubbed a soothing cream over her as she masturbated again for him. The juxtaposition of sensations, the burn of her skin, the cooling, gentle touch of his hand and the fevered massaging of her own clit spun her into a swirling climax that left her trembling in Andy's arms.

A week later, he invited her to a "Club" where she met some of his friends. Expecting some sort of wild party, she was surprised when they moved to a small room with a large screen TV. Andy took her aside and asked her to step into the bathroom and undress. Still very shy about her body even with Andy, she bit her lip. Seeing her apprehension Andy whispered, "This is what I have trained you for, you'll be magnificent."

She slowly undressed and carefully hung her clothes up on some hangers. She glanced in the mirror, fixed her hair a bit, took a deep breath and stepped into the room. Not really knowing what to expect, she stood still, as the men in the room all turned their attention to her. Andy stood up from his chair and motioned for her to come to him.

Trying to be as graceful as possible, she walked across the room and went to sit down next to Andy, but he stopped her. He stood up and said quite loudly, "Janet, you are to kneel here, on all fours."

She lowered herself, carefully positioning her knees into the carpet and then moving her hands onto the floor. She felt Andy's hands on her ass, as he pressed it down a bit. Spreading her legs a bit wider, she lowered herself until she heard him say, "Yes Janet, that's good."

Then she felt a shiver run through her as someone placed a cold drink on her back. The men started talking and she realized they had a football game on TV. Tears formed in her eyes as Andy and the other men simply began watching the game. One person rested his feet on her back, and several other's put their drinks on her. She trembled in frustration as they seemingly ignored her.

All except one man, a particularly disgusting man who alternated between reaching down and pinching her nipples and sniffling and wiping his nose with his hand. Turning her head in disgust, she noticed Andy, sitting across the room, ignoring his friends, ignoring the game, he was focused completely on her.

Halftime in the game rolled around and the men's interest diverted from the game back to Janet. Now she faced not only the occasionally tweak of her nipples from the disgusting snot, she felt other hands slide over her ass, rub her stomach, flow through her hair. One hand slowly ran up her thighs and then lightly traced her lips.

Janet gritted her teeth, she had saved herself for Andy, actually stopped having sex with her husband several weeks ago, just to make it special when Andy finally penetrated her. Now this... strangers fingers hovered at her entrance, teasing it, but not quite slipping in. She knew he felt her moisture, she was so wet, aching for Andy, who continued to sit, watching the men touch her.

The touching intensified, teasing her, and yet thankfully, the finger had not entered her. She moaned, feeling incredibly aroused, but fighting her urge to enjoy it, she struggled to save herself for Andy, who simply watched.

She felt the finger press a bit further and she closed her eyes, wanting to cry out, wanting to scream...

"Okay guys, I think it's time for everyone to say goodnight to Janet and go watch the game in the other room."

Andy's voice was a flash of light for her as the men, each whispering goodnight, stood up and promptly exited. She turned to Andy, but he had moved and before she could locate him, the light suddenly went out. She kneeled in silence for a few moments and then, incredibly then she felt him.

She felt him, but only part of him. At first she thought it was his hand touching her thigh, but then she realized it was his cock. She felt him then, his wonderful cock now touching her lips, now pressing the opening and yes, yes, yes, slipping easily inside. She felt her wet folds wrap around him as she pressed deep inside her.

"I've wanted you for so long, but I needed to see how you wanted me. Did you want me?"

"Oh god yes," she moaned.

"Then show me, come for me," he said huskily.

Moving one hand to her clit, she shoved herself back onto his cock, slapping her ass against him. Moaning she continued, listening to the slap, slap as she splashed against him. She heard the wet sounds of their ecstatic union as now both of them moaned as they fucked each other.

An animal growl built up in her as she came and she screamed out, "Oh yes Andy, yes, yes."

She then felt him press deep into her as he came, spurting his cum deep inside her. He leaned over her back, pressing his cock hard to her. Kneeling under him, she felt his cock soften inside her and finally, slip away.

In a few moments she saw the light come on, but remained kneeling until me motioned her to come and sit on his lap. Sitting on him, she rested her head against his chest. Her knees and legs ached from kneeling for so long. She savored each twinge of pain as it rolled through her body, knowing it was from Andy.

After getting dressed, they shared a chaste kiss and Janet limped to her car. This ache would remind her of him for days.