John and Jill Ch. 09

"It's just way too soon and way too painful. Frank, she reminds me so much of Amy in looks and personality it's scary. When I hear her voice and look into her eyes, it just kills me. I'm really hurting, Frank, and I just don't know how to feel. I don't feel would be fair to Erin because I'd always be thinking of Amy."

"Believe me, brother, she's her own woman. She's not really Amy and you know it. She's assertive, but not near as feisty or as wild; even though she was a big city girl for a while. She's definitely home to stay, unless you run her off. All I'm saying is just think about it."

"Thanks, Frank, I will."

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Jill had the baked potatoes in the oven and had steaks marinating all day. She made a Cobb salad and put together some of John's favorite dressing. She had wine chilling, a very sweet red that he always liked.

When she was fucking Conrad the two times they were together this week, she was actually thinking of John. Her plan was almost coming to fruition and she was proud of herself. She just had to get John to take another step toward reconciliation.

John finally arrived at 7 PM and handed her a bottle of wine and a turtle cheesecake. Jill loved turtle cheesecake, it was one of her favorites. She thought John very considerate to bring something for their dessert. She thought that they were definitely on their way back. Jill took the cheesecake and kissed John on the cheek while giving him a big hug. John felt her braless tits push up against his chest through the material of her blouse. He could actually feel her hard nipples. He didn't think much about this because Jill's normal routine was to go braless around the house in the evenings.

She asked him to step out onto the patio as she put the cheesecake and the wine in the refrigerator. Jill opened the wine that she had chilling and brought John a glass full. John savored the taste of the wine and relaxed on the chaise lounge that he had built for the deck when he lived there. He always loved that deck and enjoyed sitting out in the evenings.

Jill came out with her glass and joined him, sitting beside him in a chair. He started the grill and she brought the steaks out as well as the half done baked potatoes and some corn to throw on the grill. John had always been a good griller, and asked Jillian if she wanted hers well done. She gave the affirmative and he started them going.

"You look nice tonight, Jill," as John noticed her denim skirt that came mid-thigh. She always did have good legs.

"Thank you, John."

She just sat watching him grill everything and wished they'd had never been apart. She wanted him back so badly, but was still angry with him for the way he ditched her so quickly and painfully. He seemed like the old John, but she sensed a bit of sadness about him. Be that as it may, she was moving forward with her plan and felt he was vulnerable enough for her to make her move, maybe even tonight. As she stared at him, the longing in her reached almost a fevered proportion. She got up, walked over behind him, hugging him from behind, while molding to his body. She knew she was taking a chance, but decided "what the hell." John didn't pull way, but just patted her hand as she held both hers over his chest. She took this as a good sign.

"My steak is going to be done in a second, hand me that platter," he said, pointing over to the already set table. She handed him the platter and he put his medium rare steak on it.

"It's nice to see some things never change; you still like your steak bleeding."

"I just like to be able to taste the meat, not a piece of charred shoe leather burned beyond all recognition, like yours."

"Just stop that, you," she said as she playfully punched him on the shoulder. She transferred John's steak onto his plate as he increased the flame on the grill to finish her's. He took the potatoes and the roasted corn off and put them on the platter she handed to him, while finishing her steak. John remembered the good times they had had together as a family before their divorce. He thought to himself, "what a waste." John finished up and they ate.

When they finished their meal, John helped her clean up, an old habit of his. As Jill finished drying things with the dishtowel, she suddenly turned and threw the dishtowel over John's head to the back of his neck and pulled him to her for a kiss. Although John was surprised, he couldn't help but let himself go with the kiss. As he felt her probing his lips, he opened his mouth to accept her invading tongue. As they sensuously tongue-jousted with one another, John felt Jill pulling him hard against her, as he began to stiffen. He was not surprised by this totally involuntary response to Jill's attack, but was a little unnerved. He would just not strong enough to fight her off. It had been a while for him and he really needed some release.

Jill broke off the kiss and grabbed John's hand to lead him into the sofa. When they reached the couch she pushed John gently down on the couch, sitting on his lap to continue her attack.

John broke the rather desperate kiss and said, "I don't think this is a good idea, Jill," as she just began working on his left ear with her tongue and nibbling at his neck. John knew he was lost and reached up to grab her left breast with his right hand, gently squeezing and tweaking her nipples through her blouse.

Jill was so wet she could feel her panties soaking. She reached up with one hand and began unbuttoning her blouse. When she had it open enough, she grabbed John's hand and shoved it onto her bare tit. As he began tweaking her bare nipple in earnest and bent down to take her other nipple into his mouth, she felt herself shudder and arched her back in orgasm. Conrad mauled her tits, where John worshiped them. She missed his soft but incessant lovemaking.

John could smell her as she spread her legs slightly and he reached down and slid his hand up her skirt. He pushed the gusset of her soaked panties aside and slid his fingers into her womanly cleft. He slid his fingers into her gash as he plucked her engorged clit softly with his thumb. She cried out again and flooded his hand with her cum. This was just starting and she'd already came twice. Yes, she had truly messed John and was determined to have him back.

She pushed herself off John's lap, disengaging herself from his mouth and fingers and pulled her skirt up as she lay on the couch.

She looked up at him pleadingly and screamed, "EAT ME, JOHN."

John didn't hesitate to lower himself to his knees beside the couch and pulled down Jill's panties. The big circle of wetness on the cotton of her panties was unmistakable. As she raised her hips to assist John in removing her panties, her strong scent of arousal wafted up to John's nostrils, driving him crazy. As he looked at her blonde muff he dove mouth first to her engorged lips. They were an angry red and oozing her lubrication, increasing the pheromones to attract him.

He began softly kissing around her leaking quim as he finally slid two fingers in and following it with his tongue. He was sliding up and down her slit, tasting her juices while stimulating her G spot with his digits. John always did enjoy eating any woman's pussy, but Jill's was better than most. She wasn't as aromatic as Amy, but still tasted good. At that moment, a strange thought went through his brain that he chastised himself for. He wondered if Erin would taste as good as Amy. He quickly pushed that thought out of his mind, thinking no good could come from it. He continued his onslaught of Jill and realized it was time to move on. Jill came again in his mouth and he drank up her cum as much as he could. He knew it was time and slid his pants off to free his throbbing erection. As he pushed at her entrance with the tip of his cock, she reached down to pull him into her.

"That's it, lover, shove that hot hard dick in me," as he did just that. He began slowly, increasing his pace as time went on. Jill met his every stroke with an up thrust of her pelvis. She was reveling in this lovemaking and not just a one-sided fucking like she got was Conrad. She orgasmed with Conrad but nothing like with John. She thought 90% of the excitement was the love she felt for John. She couldn't wait to be sharing his bed again. As she used her Kegel muscles on John, with every thrust she felt him swell within her and knew he was going to come. She worked him as hard as she could to put them both over the top to orgasm and he shot his hot spunk inside her. John kept moving until he finally wilted and pulled his now softening dick from her leaking quim. Jill reached down and slid 2 fingers into herself and brought the coated to her mouth and began licking them off. John watched this and felt himself stiffening again, but couldn't believe it.

"Ummmm, we taste good together, lover," as she made a dramatic show licking their combined juices off her fingers. I can't believe how good that felt, it's been a while," she lied, as she lay there with John's weight on top of her.

"I haven't been with anybody since before Amy died," as he began sobbing in earnest.

Jillian felt his pain and tried to comfort him by taking him in her arms and hugging him tightly. Supporting him as best she could, while internally seething in jealousy of his now dead wife, Jill did her best acting. She knew John was hurting, but couldn't have cared less about Amy. She had been a nice enough woman and friendly to Jill, but had her man. If she hadn't died, John would've still been with her. This was her opportunity and she wasn't going to waste it.

She held John for about five minutes until he looked up and apologized for his weakness.

"I'm sorry, Jill, but it still hurts."

She just patted John's head and said, "I know, baby, I know."

John began to feel a little bit odd about his feelings for Jill. He knew he really shouldn't feel guilty because Amy would've wanted him to move on, but he did. Some of the old love and passion in their relationship began to rekindle in John's soul. As Jillian reached up and kissed him passionately, he slid his rejuvenated erection into her to the hilt. He began fucking her in earnest and felt his balls slapping against her perineum. Jill was so turned on that she came almost instantly, flooding John's cock with her juices. Even though he had come once, it didn't take him long to unload inside her for a second time.

As they uncoupled from this session they went to their old bedroom and went to sleep after a shower. John woke up in the middle of the night to Jill sucking his dick with abandon and they fucked again and once more in the morning before John showered and went to work. They spent Sunday night doing the same thing, but he was smart enough to bring a change of clothes this time.

Jill was ecstatic. She had gotten John back into bed and knew that her plan was coming together. The passion was there, now she just needed to push the love angle.

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When John came dragging into work from lack of sleep on Monday, it was not unnoticed by Erin and Frank. John had a project table to finish for Race Hancock, a big customer. The work was very intricate and John decided to just postpone the carving he had to do on the project and just finish the assembly of the table.

When they were all sitting at lunch, one of the younger guys made a comment about John having a rough time the night before and being too old to be out tomcatting. Erin got an angry look on her face and just got up gathering her half eaten lunch and threw it in the trashcan as she stomped off.

Frank just looked at John and quietly said, "Yeah, it's just a crush all right. Who was it, the Ex?"

John just nodded and Frank said, "Tread lightly there, John."

"Always do, buddy, always do."

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While Jill dated John on the weekends, she still continued to enjoyed trysts with Conrad Peterson. She finally agreed to take Conrad to meet her father one Saturday afternoon. When Boston Sinclair met Conrad, he was immediately impressed by the young man. They could talk business and the old man considered him to be a better match for his daughter. Conrad charmed both of Jill's parents and Boston actually offered an interview for a position he had open at his corporation. Conrad was walking on air when they left after lunch at the Sinclair's.

On the way out Boston stopped his daughter to talk to her privately, saying, "In my usual judge of good character I offered a chance for that boy to come to work for me. I think he's a keeper, don't screw this up."

Jill just looked at her father, almost laughing out loud, and said, "Yes, daddy, you're your usual judge of good character." Boston just looked at her strangely and waved it off, hugging his daughter before she left.

Jill's business was so busy she had client waiting lists. She was making a really good living as well is a good name for herself. Jill got a surprise call from a woman she never expected to contact her; Pamela Tamchek. At first she was going to turn the woman down, but curiosity got the better of her. Maybe there would be a chance for some payback for her old rival.

It seemed Pamela was marrying Harley Simmons and want to have their new home decorated and he gave her carte blanche. Marrying into the Simmons family could hardly be a bad way to go, Jill thought as she reevaluated her opinion of Pamela Tamchek. The way John described Harley Simmons was more along the lines of milquetoast. Perhaps the woman just wanted someone she can control, while she spent his money. It was a little consequence to Jill when she finally went to meet Ms. Tamchek at the new home outside of Fullmer in a wealthy subdivision.

Jill knocked on the mahogany carved door and looked questioningly at Pamela Tamchek when she opened the door and said, "Did you know who you were contacting when you made arrangements for me to do this?"

Pamela just looked at Jill and cautiously replied, "I was told you're the best, so that's who I called. I'm objective enough to hire you as long as you can put our past behind you. I really want this house to be perfect."

Jill just looked back at her and said, "A perfect house it is, at least from the outside. Let's see what we have to work with and what your ideas are."

Pamela led Jill inside and Jill marveled at the craftsmanship on the inside of the house. There were only enough sparse furnishings to make it barely livable. One old sofa and coffee table occupied the living room and only a kitchen table with two chairs in the large modern kitchen.

"I'm only living here before we are married so I can get the feel of the house. What do you think you can do with this place, Ms. Sinclair?"

"Call me Jill, Pamela. This house is so beautiful and ornate that the possibilities are endless. Have you ordered any window treatments or furniture yet?"

"No, no, Jill, I was waiting to see what you thought we could do. Let me show you the upstairs with the bedrooms and baths."

As Jill followed Pamela through the house, she came up with all kinds of ideas to make the house special. She was just glad to have the chance to get Pamela out of John's life completely. She also found out by talking to the woman that she was marrying Harley Simmons the same day JJ was marrying Carmella.

As they sat down on Pamela's sofa and went over material swaths and curtains in the books Jill carried from her suppliers, she realized Pamela possessed a great sense of style. Pamela picked out everything she wanted in the different materials and Jill just made suggestions about what colors the furniture fabrics could be to match the rooms. This was a big job and was going to net her a lot of money. She would leave it up to Pamela's sense of style to pick out the correct colors; she just gave her advice. Had their paths crossed earlier in their lives, Jill realized they could've actually been friends. She started developing a different opinion about the woman than she had before.

"Have you ever heard any more... about... John?" Pamela asked tentatively.

"Yes, I have actually. He's running Rans Furniture over in Culver and finally building custom furniture. He's actually doing quite well and you should buy some furniture from him for your lovely house. In fact, we're dating again. He finally forgave me and gave me a second chance."

To say Pamela was flabbergasted would have been an understatement. She just looked at Jill and said, "Well, good for you, because we both sure screwed that up originally, didn't we? I had a second chance with him and totally fucked that up." She suddenly reddened, realizing what she had said.

"You're right, we did fuck that up. I have my second shot and I'm definitely going to run with it," Jillian replied as she looked at the other woman with pride." Well, Pamela, I'll get the estimate for everything and have it submitted to you in the next three days. Good luck on your upcoming nuptials. You know you're really not a bad sort."

"My opinion of you has definitely changed as well, Jill. I'll be waiting for your estimate and advice or furnishings. If I choose to go with your company, how long should be installations take?"

"No longer than a couple of weeks, depending on when everything is delivered. I hope that will be soon enough?"

"The wedding is in for a month, so that should be fine."

"Well, have a nice day, Pamela," Jill said as she got up to leave and shook Pamela's hand.

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As Jill was driving back to her shop, she couldn't help but whistle as she made the trip. She figured John was back in her life and she would soon be rid of Conrad and another possible distraction to her relationship. She sure was in about to mess up this chance of getting John back.

Two days later when she finally called Pamela and told her the costs, the woman told her to start making the orders. Jill was actually pleased to get the job and really look forward to working with the woman.

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John was actually happy to be dating Jill again, although still uneasy about their renewed relationship. He just felt he was doing something wrong, but couldn't put his finger on the exact reason. It didn't help that Frank, whom John trusted, kept telling him he was making a mistake. That was reinforced rather coldly one day when John was staying over at Jill's. It was Monday morning and as he walked out the door, John came face to face with JJ.

"Dad, fancy meeting you here. "Sorry son," John said showing embarrassment as he thought he owed his son an explanation, "Your mother and I are dating again, so I won't deny it."

"It looks like you're doing a little more than just dating, Dad, so just be careful," JJ said to his father with a rather serious look.

Although John's and embarrassment quickly faded, he couldn't quite understand JJ's comment and tone. Although he didn't need to have his son's approval, he really would like to have it and didn't want to cause problems in their relationship.

A week later, while at work, Frank was seen talking rather seriously with Erin and it seemed to put her in a bad mood. John always felt he should look out for Erin because she was Amy's little sister. So finally he asked her what was bothering her.

"Erin, what's got you so down?

"I hear you're dating your ex-wife and even doing the nasty."

"Not that it's any of your business, Erin, but yes I am."

"We're all family around here, big guy, so that makes it my business," she said in a very forceful animated way. "You're my brother-in-law, so if you don't mind, I'll say what I please. You may not have asked for my opinion but I'm giving it to you anyway. Do you really not remember what she did to you and why you divorced her in the first place?"