Behind Closed Doors

It was just past 7:30 pm when Jolene gave Brock, her best friend, soul mate and lover a last kiss goodbye. She was going to hang out with her girlfriends to get away for an evening from the stress and daily grind that her/their life had become. It had become her way of blowing off steam and pressure and he understood why. He saw that she had packed her laptop to take, which wasn't unusual for her to do. What was different was the overnight bag she had with her.

Brock pointed that out to her and she brightly said, "I actually took your advice. You know how I get with the girls and if I get too tipsy or tired to drive home, I can stay over and I'll have the things I need with me!"

"About time you listened to me" he said as he smiled back at her. "Promise me you will call me and let me know if you are coming home or staying over? It's fine either way sweetie, but you know me; I will worry if you tell me you're coming home and you don't."

Knowing his nature, she knew how protective he was of her. His protective streak bugged her a bit at times as Jolene was quite the independent sort, but it warmed her to know how much he loved, cared and worried about her as well.

Promising him she would call and with a last hug, she pulled away from his embrace and started for the door. Stopping, she turned to him with her beautiful green eyes aglow and said softly, "Don't worry baby. I love you and only you." She then stepped out the side door to the carport and was gone.

As Brock savored the sweetness of her last words and thought for a moment strange comment (and only you)

Watching her drive off he understood she needed to get some time to herself Knew getting away would help improve her state of mind. The long separations as he left town for work time to time plus her own frustration at not being able to find a decent job over the past many months.Not that she tried hard, baby on her mind had taken its toll on both of them. Still, he knew that her friend's new neighbor would likely show up at their gathering later in the evening.

Jolene's friend's neighbour, Niki. had been rudely injected into their life early New Year's morning. She'd called her at 2:00 am; she got up and dressed then had gone and given her drunk ass a ride home. Any friend would do that for another friend, so no issues with that. However, she didn't show up back home until almost 6:00 am after leaving at 2ish for what should have been a fourty minute round trip. As a result, New Year's day was not a pleasant one and Brock left their house angry, but mostly hurt, to spend the day elsewhere. Jolene realized that she had done wrong by her love and apologized to him. The next night they made passionate, tender love. She fell asleep in his arms after they brought one another to crashing orgasmic finished

Things between them got a bit better, but all was not perfect in their home. The financial stress was still there and the impact of that was felt by both. Emotions were running high, tone and sarcasm had replaced the teasing, loving kindness that had always been their way. They both knew this and felt terrible whenever either of them acted that way. Brock and Jolene told themselves it would pass, that it was just a sign of the pressures they felt. She had become more and more distant with him and that alienation hurt him deeply.

He hadn't had as much money to contribute to the household since the cut backs two months ago, making him feel worthless and pathetic because of it. This had played on his mind heavily, eroding away his sense of manhood, so much so that he sometimes had trouble maintaining sexual prowess. It certainly didn't help that Jolene was not receptive sexually to him like she had always been ever since they first got together. All of this greatly embarrassed and humiliated him and added to his personal stress.

For many years, Brock had been the provider for his family; the rock that they both tethered themselves to. Now, he felt like he was caught up in a maelstrom, struggling to keep himself from drowning. Still, he kept his fear and panic bottled up inside, Jolene had implored him to be strong and maintain for her. Assuring him that they could put off her getting pregnant for now and look for employment herself. He was her stability and in his mind, it's the least he could do for her, so he sucked it up and kept his pain inside.

Brock was internally agitated with this group of old and new friends his lover was going to blow off steam with. As was the norm, nothing on the tube remotely interested him. He cleaned the kitchen, making a mental note to himself to wake her tomorrow morning with a hearty breakfast of blueberry pancakes,her favourite, with hot coffee. "She would love that," he smiled to himself. Brock loved her so, wanting to surprise and please her. He straightened up their bedroom next, changing the linens on their bed. So many hot, erotically passionate lovemaking sessions had taken place on that comfy bed. She loved sex as much as he did particularly enjoyed how all their problem dissipated when they made love. Jolene was the sexiest woman and by far the best lover Brock had ever known. The chemistry was great, they complemented each other. Her blow jobs were phenomenal!

A man can never tell if a woman is lying about that because women are masters at stroking the male ego. The same woman that will tell you you're the best ever can tell you how inadequate you are the next time they are angry with you. Still, he reveled in his confidence that he knew every inch of her body and knew how to drive her to heights she'd never been before. Brock loved giving oral and could make Jolene cum harder, might he add more often than anyone before him. She loved how his cock fit her perfectly. She acted addicted to his taste and adored sucking him to completion, always swallowing him. Thinking of her responding to his touch, and all over body kisses make his shaft harden and swell. He realized he was daydreaming, laughed wickedly at himself and carried on with his housekeeping.

Brock finished hanging up the last of her clothing; Jolene would try on several items before deciding what to wear, then leave the discards wherever she dropped them. Women! Cleaning house isn't something he made a habit of but he wanted to keep his mind busy and tire himself The bedroom looked good; all neat and orderly and you could walk without stumbling over her boots and shoes! She would be pleased he thought, as her self-generated clutter did depressed her. He used some of her favorite purfume to give the room a lovely and exotic fragrance. He had chosen black accented with gold bedding; her pale white skin always looked stunning as she lay naked on black sheets. The last chore was to clean the bathroom before he hopped into the shower for a good scrub before bed. As he soaped his body up, slowly stroked his shaft as he thought of her. Stopping before he released his pent up passion, he shaved and rinsed off before stepping out to dry off.

He had done a good job of keeping his mind occupied. While brushing his teeth, he noticed the time on his phone; it was 1:00 am. She hadn't yet called or sent him a text to let him know if she was coming home or staying over as she had promised. Brock figured she was just caught up in her fun and lost track of time; nothing unusual for her. Although it irritated him that she didn't call as promised, with mixed emotion happy to think she was having a lot of fun letting her hair down with her friends.

Turning off the lights, Brock slid into their comfortable bed. God, it felt so good! He sent her a text message reminding her of her promise. Jolene didn't respond. He waited a bit and sent another. Still nothing, he try to sleep but tossed and turned. It was nearing 3:00 am when she finally responded to his text messages.

"My phone ringer was turned off, sorry baby," she replied.

"Are you staying or coming home, love?" he asked.

"I'm not sure yet," she sent him a text back.

"Honey, It's almost 3:00 am. How could you not know?"

"It's that late? I lost track of the time!"

"Good, then you are having fun! Did the neighbor stop over?"

"Ya, Niki is here with all of us. She makes me laugh, she is so silly!" came her response.

"Well, I am tired and going to sleep. I am assuming you aren't coming home," He replied.

"I do plan to come home in a while. Don't worry baby, I'm fine and just having a lot of fun being me. I so love you when you let me be myself! Sleep tight and I will be home soon," and wake you she Giggled.

Brock put his phone in the charger and rolled over to sleep slightly irritated. Niki was there, as he knew she would be! Something about Niki bothered him when she spoke about her maybe it was because she was her friend's neighbour, new to her friend group and he had never met her.She is a terrible flirt and tease and pushes men to the limit with her overt sexuality. Jolene had said, which isn't always a good thing. The last time she and her friends got together this Niki person talk them into going dancing at a club I asked if there were guys there she got all defensive. of course. there's guys. Don't you trust me I don't want to talk about it just that when you get together with your regular friends you girls all stay home and drink she glared at me I dropped the subject. Still, Brock clung to her words that she loved him and only him and not to worry. He fell asleep thinking of his love.

What Jolene did not disclose is Niki had a brother named Micky and brother and sister went everywhere together the names could be easily confused in casual conversation. Jolene had never really brought this subject up to Brock he might get the wrong idea.

The other girls had either left or fallen asleep, so Jolene went next door to Mick and Niki's place with him so as to not disturb those sleeping. Mick made her laugh some more, feeding her ego compliments and pouring her more wine. Jolene was way past tipsy, but she was still in control of herself, or so she thought. Micky made them some snack food as promised if she'd come over. They sat down together on their sofa. Micky sat close, their thighs were touching on the cramped bit of furniture they now shared. As they ate, she was aware of the gentle pressure he was applying to her thigh. She pressed back and he responded in kind, not saying a word. As they finished their snack. Jolene noticed it was almost 4:30 am.

Feeling the alcohol and starting to tire, she told Mick, "I've had a great time, but I ought to get home." Seeing that she was too lit up to drive safely, Micky said, "Jolene, you've had too much to drink. Why don't you just stay here tonight?" My sister is crashed next door. Looking him in the eyes as she spoke, "I would love to sleep here but I should get home Mick, my hubby is expecting me."

"Cool, that's fine with me, you're too drunk to drive safely and I don't have a car. Sleep here in Niki's bed and leave in the morning. I promise your safe with me" he said with a warm smile. Micky's argument made sense, she was too drunk and she knew her friends would already be asleep anyway. She would leave early the next morning and wake Brock up with a nice blow job, she smiled to herself.

"Okay then, I'm going to get ready for bed " she announced. Staggering back from the car in the driveway with her overnight bag she went straight to the bathroom. Stripping off her clothing and panties. She pulled on a long nightshirt. It was her hubby's long-sleeved shirt that she had pirated from him and the thought made her giggle. Brushing her teeth Jolene looked into the mirror and thought she still looked younger than her actual age. Satisfied with what she saw, she switched off the light and walked out of the bathroom.

Micky must already be in bed. She pulled the covers back. She slid into bed, it wasn't nearly as comfortable or large as her own. Still, it felt good as she was very tired now. As she drifted off.

Micky slowly began to rub Jolene's shoulders and neck, his strong labourer's hands felt good to her as he worked the knots in her shoulders and then her upper back. Was she dreaming? Her soft groans encouraged him, so he worked all areas of her back. As he rubbed and kneaded her shoulder blades and sides, even her breast and hardened nipple a couple of times, but she said nothing Am I in Micky's bed? Am I dreaming? or is he in Niki's bed? she thought to herself.

"Roll over so I can do a proper massage," Micky ordered.

Jolene complied, telling Mick how good the massage felt. Mick grabbed some massage oil from on the nightstand, quickly shed his boxers then straddled her legs, sitting on the backs of her thighs. Her nightshirt was in the way so he slipped his hands underneath, exposing her naked buttock to his gaze. She realized the nightshirt was making it awkward for him to massage her and feeling very relaxed. drunk. and horny now, she removed it. He caught a glimpse of her lovely breasts and hardened pink nipples before she laid back down. Pouring the scented oil onto her back, Micky began a deep tissue massage. As he applied his weight to his hands, she felt his nakedness on her bare thighs. His body heat felt good to her and the massage was making her feel so damned good! As he rocked forward then backwards while massaging her, his now very erect cock slid between her cheeks, and sending shock waves through her body. She felt her pussy swelling and getting wet. She hadn't been much into sex mentally for quite awhile now, but obviously her body sure missed it!

He was very aware of her arousal, he could smell her excitement and could feel the traces of wetness on her plump, cleanly-shaven pussy lips whenever he rocked backward. Micky now started kneading Jolene's hips and soft ass, using the oil generously. His hardon almost hurt; he wanted, no needed to fuck her. He should not take advantage of her state, but damn, she was such a cock teaser!

Micky worked down to the fleshy checks of her ass, letting his fingers trace gently across her rosebud from time to time. Her moans emboldened him. She was aware of his forbidden touches, but it felt so good! Micky was much younger than Jolene and it made her feel good and very sexy to be wanted by younger man. She knew this shouldn't be happening, but she was fast losing her self-control. Her aroused clit was taking over for her brain and her pussy was very wet and very ready!

Micky dipped his fingers low into her ass cheeks, brushing firmly against the very wet lips of her sex. Her loud groans when he touched her clit was all he could take; he went over the edge! He slid two thick fingers into her dripping pussy, resting his thumb on her clit. She started to cum almost immediately, gushing her wetness all over his hand as he roughly finger fucked her.

Wasting no time and not waiting for her orgasm to subside, he rolled her over and buried his face in her hungry pussy She moaned aloud as he buried his tongue in her like a madman. She was moaning and groaning, panting he kept missing the mark she reached her hands down to guide him his oral skills were nothing like Brock's.

BROCK O my god Brock in that Moment of clarity realizing what she was doing and where she was she pushed Mick away he looked up at her with surprise. Damage control time how do I get out of this Mick it's time for your massage let me take care of you. He rolled off her with a big grin waiting for his blow job as Jolene skillfully manipulated his phallus instead. He didn't last very long, she milked his cock, causing him to shoot all over her hand and bed. Spasm after spasm shook him as he sprayed his cum. Spent now and exhausted, Micky drifted off. Jumping from the bed looking for her things trying to desperately find her phone she ran to the bathroom to wash up and quickly send a text message and call for a ride.

Miles away, Brock woke up startled, sweaty and feeling very disturbed. "Must have been one helluva nightmare." he thought to himself. Seeing his love had not come home; no messages it was now after 5:30 am. Feeling shaken and sick to his stomach without really knowing why, Brock was mad and worried and could not fall back to sleep. His cell beeped "my God I'm So sorry my love I passed, out my ride is on the way be with you soon".

Jolene sat quiet in the cab, what have I done her mind was racing over what was to come with the rise of the morning sun. Resigned to her fate yet not knowing what to do now.

Feeling less inebriated but exhausted from lack of sleep, back to the waiting arms of her soul mate, painfully aware and wondering what would become of them now.

Brock heard the cab pull up, opening the front door Jolene ran into his arms crying uncontrollably " I'm sorry I'm sorry I drank too much and I forgot my promise to you I didn't I didn't mean it I'm so stupid I will never do it again I will never drink unless you're with me I'll stop going to see my friends you're the only friend I need," more uncontrollable crying almost unable to catch her breath.

"Sweetheart please calm down let me run you a shower." He takes her into the bathroom and helping her get undressed.

"Don't look at me I'm ugly" she shouted uncontrollably sobbing letting go of her he said "what is wrong with you."

She scream "don't go please don't leave me."

"Jolene calm down I'm not leaving you I'm getting you a drink of water" when he returned to the bathroom with her water. she was sitting on the floor in the shower stall he reached in to give her the water. "please drink this" now realizing the water was ice cold he quickly adjusted the water temperature to warm, stripping off his own clothes climbing in. She was shaking uncontrollably her skin had an oily sheen, she clamped onto him like her life depended on it. He washed her body as best he could warming her with his. After exiting the shower he had her drink more water as he toweled her dry. Picking her up in his arms he took her to bed, they wrapped themselves in each other's arms as she wept herself to sleep

Jolene woke alone at 1:45 in the afternoon looking around the bedroom see how organized everything was brought a smile to her face. Grabbing a sheer nightie out-of-the-closet she exited the bedroom into the hall precariously coming out from behind closed doors. She immediately smelled pancakes her favourite breakfast, reaching the kitchen she sat down. Brock approached setting a cup of coffee in front of her, reaching his hand lifting her chin he kisses her on the lips gently "are you feeling better my love?" as he turned back towards the stove. A tear ran down her cheek she thinks to herself, I don't deserve this man. He set a plate of blueberry pancakes in front of her and himself and begins to eat. "Brock we need to talk about last night"

"We talked enough about it last night already and I do appreciate the fact that you're putting me and us as a priority rather than your friends, no more hiding no more avoiding this I have something to say myself" Jolene felt light-headed she thought she was going to faint hearing his words. "Let's forget about yesterday and start fresh today."

"The big problem here is this job of mine."

Jolene cut in "I don't care if we have money or where we live," grabbing his hand, "as long as I have you and I will find a job to help out around here."

"No you have a job your job is going to be working on giving us that baby."

"BUT!"

"NO buts I thought this through and there's never a good time so this time is as good as any. I love you and I want a family with you."

Jolene started crying again hysterically "I love you sooo much" wrapping her arms around his neck.

"This will give me the incentive I need to change jobs, I needed that push and travel is not in the cards for a family man." Jolene hugged and kissed Brock

"I promise I'll be hundred times the wife I was to you yesterday, let's go upstairs and put a baby in me."