Mark and The Fire Down Below

Oh, she was temped, and she was curious. She actually really did want to meet up with Mark one day and perhaps even go out with him just once if for no other reason than to see how he was, what his life had been like these past 20 years and even to talk about old times, that is if she dared to relive those months so many years ago when they were lovers. The idea of them meeting and reminiscing about their old times together excite her, it also scared the hell out of her.

Bonnie had to admit, her love life had never been the same since she had let Mark make love to her back then when they worked together. The passion in her life had never been as great as it was with him. The orgasms she had with her husband were never equaled to those Mark gave her over the months they were together. The love, yes love, she had felt for him had never been as deep or strong as it had been with her husband. She wasn't sure about that last one, was it love or was it the wild animal lust and sexual desire she had always felt for Mark, and he pulled out of her when they had sex and made love. She wasn't sure.

All she knew was his touch drove her wild with need and always left her wanting more of it. His kisses were hotter, they were wetter and sometimes so hard they both tasted blood when the passion and need came to a peak with orgasms. Something that never happened before or since. And his tongue! God Mark's devil of a magical snake like tongue, it made her insane when he licked her pussy. And he would lick her between her thighs for as long as she wanted it and he did it just like she loved it. She closed her eyes now and remembered back how she had begged her husband to eat her and give her oral sex. He didn't want to do it. He made some effort, but it wasn't good. With Mark, he loved doing it for her and he would be the one who seemed to be the beggar.

What a difference in the two men she had as lovers. One didn't think he could lick where she went to the bathroom as he put it. The other, Mark, couldn't wait to get her panties off and spread her shapely thighs and bury his face in her pussy. It was like he was addicted to her scent and taste. He had to make her cum and taste her. And God how she loved it.

And, finally Mark's cock, what could she say? It made her cum! Period. Until the first time she spread her legs and showed her freshly shaved pussy to him she had never had a real cock orgasm. It was crazy back them. His cock wouldn't be in her cunt all the way yet and she was cumming on it. And, she didn't have just one climax, she had many. His cock while it was about the same size as her husband's did things to her that she never felt from the man she married. Mark's cock made, her cum every time they made love, or just fucked, every time. It made her climax again and again and did things to her body that drove her wild and made her fuck him back like she was processed.

With Mark she felt she was sex crazy. She lost control and loved it and didn't care who saw her. He had her doing things her husband never even asked her to do. All together she was a slave to Mark and wanted him all the time. During their affair, she woke up thinking of him, she went to bed thinking of him. She had dreams both night and day about him. And each time he came into her brain, her body would betray her. Her pussy was swollen and dark pink as she remembered how it felt being eaten or fucked. Her clit throbbed with each heartbeat. She was wet and her nipples hurt and throbbed. They were red, blood red and became long, hard and thick. God her inner thighs wanted to wrap around his body and hold him as deep inside her as he could go. Her body gave up and just let her go wild. She always wanted to feel Mark pump load after warm thick load of his cum deep inside her. His touch, some days it drove her wild with need so baldly it was like being torched. At the start of their affair, she would come home after making out with Mark in the car and she would masturbate over and over in the bathroom until her spouse came home. Then she would fuck her husband like some whore, all thanks to her lover's stimulation. But once she gave in all the way to Mark, it was over, she only wanted him and his skill of love making. She would still do her duty and give sex to her better half, but her mind was always thinking of Mark.

It was just the sex at the start, but what sex. She closed her eyes and remembered back how Mark made her cum the first time right in her living room on the rug in front of her front door. Mark always wanted to see her body and touch it, taste it, smell it. His lust for her was just as high as hers and they worked very hard together to get relief any chance they could get. She smiled as she remembered back at the times they stopped and made out like teenagers on the street. Or, the time they met in the stair way or the supply cabinet at work.

Always touching always rubbing and stroking each other. It was fun and it was so damn sexy. As she looked back now, 20 years later, it was frightening how badly they wanted each other, maybe they still did. It made her sad a little thinking of all the lost love and sexual opportunities they missed all these years because of the other's married partner and life and family commitments. When they were alone, they could almost read each other's mines. Mark would touch her inner knee sliding his hand slowly between them. Bonnie would immediately open her legs allowing his hand freedom to slide up all the way and cup her warm wet pussy. Things like that made their lust even greater.

But while sad, they had to limit their play back then, she had lived a wonderful life so far, had two wonderful children and a nice house in the suburbs. Her husband was gone now, passed away for over a month. Mark's wife had passed on 2 years ago. Bonnie wondered now why she didn't go to her funeral. Oh, deep down inside she knew. If Bonnie saw Mark and knew he had no wife she may not have been able to keep from seeing him again and maybe this time they would have been caught by Bonnie's husband. That would have been bad for both families. Things would have been really bad for her.

So now she wasn't married any longer, her husband had passed away. Mark's wife had passed away too. What was stopping her from accepting the invite to dinner? She didn't know, except it could be fear. Did she want to start up with Mark again knowing exactly what would happen if he made a move.

The day of the viewing, Mark showing up at the funeral parlor. It was the first time they had seen each other in those 20 years. He had kept his distance and hadn't tried to contact her once they ended it and he moved away. They haven't seen each other in almost 2 decades would there still be a feeling and would that feeling be a sexual one.

She remembered the first time she saw him her heart did a double beat and she lost her breath. He didn't look exactly like he did when they were in their 20s, but then neither did she. Now she was 41 and like him she was older by 20 years too. After two kids, one of each, her body wasn't as firm or tight as it was when she was 20 that first day they met in the office where they worked. But her body still remembered how it had reacted when Mark touched her.

Mark came to pay his respects to Bonnie; he wasn't thinking of anything else today but paying his respects. Well maybe in the back of his brain he remembered her tight pussy and her full firm breasts. He may have been thinking of how good they were with each other. And he might have wondered if she still shaved her pretty little pussy showing all of her slit and that small hard round tip at the top of it.

He did remember how Bonnnie would go wild humping her body up and down fucking his face before fuckin his cock. And he remembered how he felt the tip of his dick was going to explode when he shot his cum deep into her body! His orgasms were as good as any he had ever had in his life. Yes, they were really good together.

Heading to the funeral that day Mark smiled to himself at first thinking of how he would approach her today. Should he just come up to her and hung her and whisper how sorry he was for her lost. Or should he hug her tightly and call her his little good catholic girl. Then wait to see what she would say. Mark decided to play it straight, today was not the day to be fucking around. Plus, he was truly sorry Bonnie was hurting like he knew she was now. He walked into the room and saw Bonnie standing there her back towards him. When he got closer, he spoke softly: "Bonnie, I'm so sorry about your husband."

She turned quicky around and her eyes got bigger, she opened her mouth, but no words came out. She just stood there. He came closer and hugged her and feeling her shake. She melted in his arms. Tears filled her eyes and ran down her face. She whispered: "Oh Mark. I'm so glad you came. Thank you. "

She introduced Mark to her family, her daughter and her son. The son was blond just like Mark and was about his size. The daughter was taller than Bonnie and her son. In fact, she was taller than Mark too. The young woman had dark brown hair and eyes and looked like Bonnie.

As the time went by Mark saw Bonnie's brother and his wife. He knew them from back when they worked too. Bonnie's brother was in the military and his wife came from some place up north. The families from both sides were all there, Bonnie's husband had lots of sisters and a big group of relatives. Bonnie had her brother and a couple other people. Mark knew many and met all of them.

As time passed Mark sat down and chatted with Bonnie's brother about what he had been doing. A lot of things happen over 20 years. People came and went and soon it was almost 9PM and the place was preparing to close for the night. Bonnie asked Mark if he was going back home tonight, and he told her he was. But he would be back for the funeral tomorrow. They chatted a few minutes and then the manager of the place asked Bonnie to come into the office and Mark said goodbye and that he would be back in the morning. Bonnie hugged Mark and held him close to her for a few seconds. They pressed their bodies tightly together. Finally, the embrace was broken and Bonnie left.

The next day the funeral was exactly like you would imagine it. Sad, long and of course it rained. But things went off like they were planned, and Bonnie's husband was cremated, and rest his sole, finished. There was a reception and about 50% of the people went back to the restaurant and ate before going home. Mark stayed and sat with his old friends, and they talked and some cried and some drank. Bonnie had more than she should have had of southern comfort. As the afternoon went by, fewer and fewer people remained and around 4PM Mark found himself sitting with Bonnie's family and talking about the old days and then what was next for her.

Advise was given by a few folks that she should do nothing important for a few months until the shock for her husband's death became less painful. When the last of her family left Mark came up to her and got her address, phone number and e-mail address. He told her he would be in touch and kissed her on her cheek as he held her tight stroking her back. She didn't say anything, but he felt she would like to see him again and gave him a kiss on the cheek. As she did her lips slid across his cheek as he turned his head. Their lips touched for just a second but they both felt the sexual shock that went thru their bodies.

Mark's cock jumped and the feeling of Bonnie's pussy became damp. Her nipples popped out hard and thick. She softly moaned as they separated. Each looked at the other and Mark held her hand and told her he would be in touch soon. She told him again to not be a stranger and call her in a week or so. He left and drove towards his home but took a detour to drive pass Bonnie's house. He checked it out and then drove back to his house.

When he got home, he undressed and immediately opened his PC and retrieved all the photos he has of Bonnie from the past. He loaded the 3 new pictures he had captured at the funeral and added them to his collection on his PC. Then he slowly began to masturbate thinking of her and what they had done together years ago. He remembered how she felt today when he hugged her and felt her body against his. He licked his lips and tasted the remains of her clear lipstick. When he began to think about what he wanted to do with her now his cock got as hard as it ever did. His body had enjoyed the many times he had jerked off thinking of her over the years. But now, this time, he had a huge mind-blowing orgasm. His cum covered the keyboard, the mouse the worktable he used for his office and his hands and belly. There was so much cum he had to stop and clean it up before it stained and made even more of a mess. Once done Mark went to sleep.

When Bonnie got home, she undressed and went to bed. Her two kids and her brother and his wife stayed with her all weekend. But as tired and drained as she was, she couldn't get to sleep. All she did was lay there tossing and turning and thinking of Mark. Over the years she had times where all she could think of was Mark and how he fucked her. She would bath and masturbate to his imagine for long periods of time, usually until the water in the tube would get cold. Tonight was no difference.

While she didn't bath, she did touch herself a little, at first thinking of the touch of Mark's lips on hers at the funeral parlor. But as the night passed, she began to touch herself more, and more thinking back to what they did to and with each other all those years ago. As the night went on, Bonnie couldn't stop. She worked her body and fingered her pussy cumming and climaxing over and over again until her pussy was so stimulated and sore she had to stop. As the last orgasm began to subside and the stimulation slowly eased, she gave off soft little whimpers just like when she had finished fucking Mark. Somewhere around 4AM she finally fell asleep. Mark's touch remained in her mind and even when she first woke up the next morning.

All of Bonnie's family kept her company over the weekend and while Mark wanted to call her, he waited until the following week like she asked him to do. Her brother and his wife left Sunday for their home in Virgina. Each had work on Monday. Her daughter left in the morning for her home closer to the city, she had a job and college to deal with. All but her youngest child had gone home to their own lives and once her son went to school that morning, she was by herself.

She wondered if she should call Mark and thank him again for coming to the funeral. But she just seemed to wonder around the house not doing anything. She slept some, and did 2 loads of laundry but didn't feel like doing anything. That afternoon her son came home from school, and they ordered out for pizza. At 9PM she went to bed and her son was in his room. The same thing happened each day that week. It became a routine.

On Friday Bonnie received the first call from Mark. They chatted a while and finally Mark asked her if she and her son would like to go to dinner. She said no but hesitated and he tried to change her mind. As he talked, he wanted to know how she was doing and what she had planned if anything. Bonnie didn't know what to tell him, so she didn't tell him anything. Mark told her he was coming to town and wanted to bring lunch to her and her son on Saturday. Bonnie told him she felt it was too soon. But Mark insisted and around 1PM the next day Mark came with Asian food.

When he rang the doorbell Bonnie was think she wouldn't answer it but finally she opened the door. There he stood with a blue shirt on just like he use to wear years ago. She always felt he looked so handsome in those blue shirts. With jeans as his slacks, he looked good. The shirt was a polo shirt, and she couldn't help but think the same thing now. Mark looked so nice. She had showered and fixed her hair. She was dressed in slacks and a nice top. The slacks covered her ass and fit nice but relaxed. Bonnie had a spectacular rear end. Even in these slacks her body showed the curve of her ass very nicely. Mark remembered cupping it in his hands and pulling her tightly against his body making sure his cock could be felt pressing into her body. He remembered how she moaned with lust feeling it against her. Her top showed her full breasts but nothing you would consider sexy. She looked nice but not inviting. Mark felt she was always inviting looking.

They said their hellos and sat in her kitchen to eat. While it was very informal Mark couldn't help but notice how Bonnie moved. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. The son didn't seem to notice how the two adults in the room were acting or how they were watching each other. Each time one of them moved the other came to immediate attention and watched the other. They talked about how things were going and how her son was doing in school and sports, things like that. They chatted about Bonnie's daughter and how she was doing. They talked about the past 20 years and things they felt each other might be interested in hearing. Before they knew it two hours had passed, and her son left them to meet some friends.

Alone neither knew what to say, or maybe how to start the conversation. Finally, Mark asked her if she had any plans for what was next in her life. Bonnie had no answers. They sat and he held her hand. She smiled a little when he did it. He lifted her fac up to his and he looked into her eyes. She has gentle eyes and a sad face. Mark stood and pulled her up to him. He took a step towards her had she moved into his arm! Bonnie moaned as Mark kissed her softly. No tongue, no passionate hard sexual kiss. It was a loving kiss. He held her tightly merging his body into hers. They stayed like that for a few seconds pressing and pressing into each other as Bonnie wrapped her arms around his body, she could feel his cock getting hard almost immediately. Mark broke the embrace and said: "God how I have missed holding you and I have missed your kiss and touch babe."

He moved to kiss her again, but Bonnie held him and kept him from kissing her again. "Oh Mark! It's been so long, and I have missed you too", she whispered.

He looked at her but didn't say anything or let her go. She didn't try to break his embrace. Their lower bodies were still pressing tightly against each other. "But it's too soon and I'm not ready for another man in my life just yet! I may never be. Oh Mark!!! It hurts so badly", she told him.

She pressed into him again and he held her tighter. He didn't try to take control or advantage of her. He didn't start anything sexual. He held her because she needed holding. He didn't try to kiss her because she just needed holding! He could feel the tears running down her cheeks and wetting his face. He didn't move. They just kept the embrace, and he stroked her back with her hands. Finally, she lifted her face and he wiped the tears from her face before bending down and kissing her again. This time the kiss lasted longer, and she returned the kiss too. He wanted to sweep her up in his arms and take her to the big sofa she had in the living room, or carry her to the bedroom, the master bedroom, and make love to her and try to make her feel better and forget the pain of death.

But before he could do anything Bonnie broke it off and took his hand. She walked him to the front door and thanked him for lunch and told him it was time for him to leave. She didn't want her son to ask what was going on between them. Mark told her he understood. She also didn't want him to know she was almost ready to rip his clothes off and fuck him like an animal. He really didn't want to leave, and he was sure she really didn't want him to leave. But better safe than sorry.

Standing on a rug similar to the one he had lowered her body down on and massaged her pussy years ago, he was tempered to do that same thing again now. He remembered that was the first day he realized they were going to be lovers for a long time. He smiled and when she asked what he was smiling about he reminded her about that day a long time ago. Bonnie blushed and he smiled again calling her his good catholic girl. That made her laugh out loud. He told her he would call her later in the week and perhaps they could go to dinner one night. Then he left, Bonnie didn't agree or say anything. She watched him walk to his car and stood there as he pulled away and drove home. As he left, she began to cry again. She could still feel his kiss on her lips and the feel of his arms holding her body tightly against his. The feeling made her feel... better.... sad..... what? She wasn't sure. Her body was betraying her. She was sure she could feel his cock still pressing against her!