Tunnel of Love Pt. 01

Once his lust for her tits was partly sated, his cock's lust for her mouth got the upper hand. Releasing his hold on Jennifer's breasts, Mike grabbed her robe, pulled it away from her shoulders, and dragged it down to the floor. Then, he placed his hands on her now-bare shoulders and gently pressed down.

Compliantly, Jennifer got down on her knees. Mike smiled as she removed his shorts. He intended to watch most of the impending action. However, for the sake of concentrating on the feel of the first tongue strokes, he closed his eyes and threw his head back.

He waited...but nothing happened. Initially, he thought she might be teasing him. Well, if she wanted him to ask for it, fine. But just as he was about to speak, Jennifer stood up. Opening his eyes, Mike looked at her questioningly while she climbed on the bed and pushed him backwards.

"Baby," she whispered between kisses, "I'm so hot I just want to ride you. I don't want to wait, and I want you to come inside me."

Disappointed but not wanting to deny a woman in need, Mike retreated to the middle of the bed. As he lay down, Jennifer got on top of him. Kissing him hard, she rubbed her pussy on his leg, then along his cock. The feeling of her wet folds grinding against him seemed so intimate. She could have made him come just like that.

Once his rod was coated with her juices, however, Jennifer maneuvered it inside her. As Mike felt her pussy's muscles go to work on his cock, he grabbed her ass and raised his hips slightly. Usually, Mike could last a while in this position; but as Jennifer rocked him hard and he watched her breasts sway, he felt himself losing control.

"Mmmm...baby," he whispered, "Slow down or you're going to make me come."

"Do it, yeah," she said, speeding up even more. "Come, baby!" she urged, grinding against him as she would when she was about to come.

"Come now, baby!" she cried. "Come inside me!"

Mike did as she ordered.

* * *

Sunday morning, they talked about the upcoming week.

"Honey," Jennifer said, "You know I didn't get to the gym last week, and I'm going to be so busy at work for a while, I don't know when I'll be able to go regularly. I think I should just cancel my membership so we can save some money. I'll go for walks around here when I can, maybe get some little weights and a treadmill or stationary bike."

Mike was very surprised. Jennifer had been working hard and raising Mikey for years, but through it all, she'd kept going to the gym. It wasn't easy, but she made it happen.

"Not sure about getting a machine, babe, but...whatever you want. You know I love you no matter what, but I hope you aren't planning to let that killer bod go to seed."

"It's not necessarily forever, Mike. As for my 'bod,'" she added—smiling, "is that all you care about?"

"Yes," Mike deadpanned.

"You know what, how about we get someone to take Mikey overnight next Saturday? So we could, you know, have the house to ourselves..."

This could be a good week.

"I like where you're head's at," Mike replied.

Normally, this would have drawn a playful retort from Jennifer—probably, a play on "head." Such, "On Saturday, I'll expect your head to be somewhere I like." Mike waited for it.

But Jennifer just smiled weakly and left the room.

* * *

Later that week, Jennifer told Mike that she was going to see Peter Wombert.

It occurred to Mike that Jennifer had not said anything for a while about her longtime friend Peter. Not that Mike minded—he thought Peter was an ass. Initially, when he and Jennifer were dating, he'd been suspicious of Peter. But Jennifer laughed it off, and eventually, Mike grew confident she had no sexual interest in him.

Once Mike didn't feel threatened by Peter, he actually encouraged Jennifer to keep in touch with him. He felt that rather than play the jealous husband, he should allow Jennifer a male friend, especially someone she'd known before Mike. Peter was a link to her past, and Mike didn't think it right to try to obliterate that.

Still, Mike hated spending any time with Peter.

"Mike," Jennifer said, "I've been thinking about a lot of things since...well, you know. I've been thinking about priorities, making things better for our family. I know you've never liked Peter, and frankly, I've gotten pretty sick of him myself. I heard he went too far with one of his sex objects, and I think it's time we stop socializing with him."

This week is getting better and better.

"I do think," Jennifer continued, "that I owe it to Peter to say goodbye to him. No, that's not right. What I mean is, I don't think he'll get the message—won't take it seriously—unless I do it in person. I'm going to do it on Saturday, when I'm running my errands."

"Maybe I should come with you," Mike offered, "to see the look on his face! Or in case he gets...agitated."

"I can handle Peter," Jennifer replied firmly. "I've done it all these years, right? Besides, if you were there, he'd think you were making me do it."

"He'll probably think that anyway," Mike laughed. "But I leave it in your capable hands."

Jennifer walked over and kissed him. Squeezing his butt with one hand and his crotch with her other, she whispered in his ear.

"Yes, my hands are very capable. I think I'll remind you of that on Saturday night."

Mike smiled.

Now that's my girl!

* * *

That Saturday, when Mike returned home with Mikey after a long bike ride, there was a handwritten message from Jennifer on the counter.

"Mister, you are going to have a special night! After you drop Mikey off, meet me at the bar of the Italian place downtown on First Avenue. Don't be late, unless you want me to be really drunk."

It was a tough decision, but Mike got to the restaurant on time.

When Mike spotted Jennifer at the bar, he felt shot with an arrow. She looked fantastic. But as he drew closer and saw her face, she seemed troubled. As he approached her, he watched her stare intently at her drink, mutter something, and pound it.

"You come here often?" he asked over her shoulder.

She looked up, saw him in the mirror across the bar, and smiled.

"No, but if you're here often, I could make it a habit."

As they walked to their table, she whispered in his ear.

"I'm not wearing a bra."

Mike felt a rush of blood to his groin.

"No panties either."

Whoa!

Mike lowered his hands to obscure his growing erection.

"You know babe," he said, "suddenly I've lost my appetite. Maybe we should just go home?"

"No way, mister, you are buying me a nice dinner. I'm sick of your cooking. And besides..."

Still whispering, she made her voice deep and husky.

"We're both going to need nourishment...if we're going to go all night."

* * * * *

There's a room of shadows that gets so dark brother
It's easy for two people to lose each other
In this tunnel of love

CHAPTER TWO: Jennifer's Sunday

Jennifer awoke more relaxed and rested than she had in weeks. Mike was still sleeping. She looked at him and smiled.

Sleepy head! Well, I can't say you didn't earn it.

Jennifer and Mikey had a busy Sunday ahead of them: not one, but two birthday parties. They would be gone all day. But first, Jennifer had to pick Mikey up.

Jennifer hopped in the shower. As she thought about what she'd done there with Mike not long before, she felt tingly from more than just the warm, pulsing water. Before she even realized it, her wet, soapy hands were lingering longer than necessary on her thighs...her breasts...even her ass...and especially her—

Oh...oh...that feels good...like when he...

Jennifer washed her slit well. Very, very well. She placed a fingertip inside her opening—at first just to clean it, but then...

I shouldn't do this. I have so much to do. I probably couldn't even have another orgasm right now anyway.

Her pussy told her otherwise. Slipping into memories of the previous night, Jennifer began to masturbate.

* * *

She drove home from the restaurant, Mike following in his car. Her nipples, unconstrained by a bra, were at full attention. Her pussy, bare under her skirt, was wetting the seat.

Jennifer opened the front door of the house, let Mike in, and closed it. Immediately, he pressed her up against the door and kissed her forcefully. She felt his hands stroking her face and neck; then, on her chest, caressing her braless tits. He was mad with lust, and so was she.

While kissing her, Mike unbuttoned her shirt. Violently, he pulled it shirt open and pushed it partway down her shoulders. Then, to her surprise, he took a half step back...and slowly, deliberately looked her over.

She felt so exposed, so wanton standing there—on display before him, in her high black heels, short skirt, and open shirt. Her naked breasts heaved as she panted. Her hard nipples and wet pussy were throbbing.

Mike closed in again. He ran a hand up and down her thigh, each time hiking her skirt up a little more. Soon, the bottom of her pussy was showing. She squirmed as he stroked all around from the innermost flesh of her thighs to her ass.

As if making a decision, Mike paused for a moment. Then, forcefully, he lifted her arms above her head. With his left hand, he pinned them together. In response, her shoulders dug into the door. To balance herself, she thrust her hips out and widened her stance.

Mike took advantage. Without warning, he thrust a finger into her pussy. It slid in easily; and moments later, he added a second finger. Meanwhile, still holding her wrists above her head, he invaded her mouth with his tongue.

She moaned through the kiss. Mike usually took the lead during sex, and sometimes he could be pretty intense—but this was really intense. He was treating her like a slut. That was fine with Jennifer.

"That's what I'll be from now on," she thought. "Your slut wife, Mike! But a slut only for you..."

Sitting through dinner, wearing not a thread of underwear and enduring Mike's hungry stare, had excited Jennifer more than she expected. Then, the wantonness of her half-undressed pose by the door—followed by Mike's show of dominance—had driven her out of her mind. Now, the press of Mike's thumb muscle on her clit and the furious thrusting of his curled fingers inside her overwhelmed her body.

"So fast...so hard," she thought, feeling a massive orgasm coming on. The fuse was lit. Her hips began to buck.

* * *

In the shower, Jennifer was coming. She was slightly bent over, bracing herself against a wall with one hand. Her other hand was between her legs—her middle finger flying over her wet clit.

Ah! Aahh! Aaaahhh!

With each contraction, her body undulated. Sheets of water fell off her body and hit the base of the shower. Each splash was like an exclamation mark.

As Jennifer was getting dressed, Mike stirred. She walked over to the bed and kissed him good morning.

"So," she asked him, "what are you going to do with all your free time today?"

"The usual," he replied. "After I sleep a little more..."

* * *

Jennifer was in the kitchen, eating a quick breakfast, when Mike called to her from upstairs.

"Honey, did you get the mail yesterday?"

Baby, I had a lot of other things on my mind yesterday.

"Nope!" Jennifer called back. "But I'm about to take something to the car. I'll get it."

Back in the den, Jennifer flipped through the mail. Mostly, it was the usual assortment of catalogs, pamphlets, and "urgent offers" requiring her "immediate response."

Junk.

But there was also a large envelope, hand-addressed to her. She studied the return address. The envelope was from a hospital.

A shock ran through her. She hadn't thought about the hospital...or Kevin...for several days. Slightly afraid but also intrigued, Jennifer opened the envelope.

Inside was a thank-you card from the staff. Also in the envelope were a dozen drawings of Jennifer with the children. The pictures were beautiful. Staring at them, Jennifer had to fight back tears.

She thought to show them to Mike, but quickly she thought otherwise.

He might ask questions. Besides, I need to put this behind me.

Scanning the drawings again, she smiled at the messages written on them. "Thank yoo Jenefr I lov yoo." "Jennifer is the best Hermione!" The praise tickled her vanity.

Jennifer thought about the dark road ahead for most of the kids. They obviously had put a lot of love into the drawings. As a teacher, Jennifer was used to looking at children's drawings—but these were special.

No, I can't throw these away.

"Babe," Mike said from down the hall, "don't forget to take Mikey's dinosaur sweatshirt!"

Yikes, I've got to get going.

She put the card and drawings back in the envelope, placed the envelope under the rest of the mail, and put the stack down on her desk.

Damn it, I better not be late. Mikey hates to be the last one to a party.

* * *

They were a little late getting to the first party, but not by much. The birthday boy and most of the invitees were Mikey's classmates. Mikey immediately fell in with them, allowing Jennifer to mingle.

She enjoyed catching up with the other moms; she'd been out of the loop for a while. Hearing about the mundane details of their lives comforted her. They reminded her of the simple pleasures in her own life—pleasures from which she'd started to become detached.

Sneaking around with beautiful strangers? Trying to save the world? No more! Wife, mother, teacher of twenty-nine little munchkins: that's me. It should be enough. It's more than enough.

Jennifer's recent adventure had been like falling into a movie. Now, the movie was over. She had stepped out of the theater and back into the real world.

The kids were disappointed that Mike was not at the party. He always played with the kids, and they loved him. So did the other moms.

Who wouldn't? Maybe he's not movie star handsome, like...but he's handsome in a very real, human way. I've caught more than one of these ladies here checking him out!

Let's see, what else? Smart. Steady, respectable job. Devoted father. Favorite of all the kids. Unassuming but tough—he wasn't even going to tell me about his foot! And remembered when he carried that cub scout with a twisted ankle up a hill for a mile?

Jennifer went to look for a bathroom. There was a line outside the nearest one, but the hostess invited her to use one on the floor above. Jennifer began making her way up the stairs...and blushed.

There's another thing they don't know. Mr. Boy Scout has a wild side. Well, that's my secret, ladies.

As she reached the top of the stairs and entered the restroom, Jennifer's thoughts returned to the previous night.

* * *

Mike's naked body cascaded down the stairs. She was below him, still wearing her heels—but nothing else. She released her grip on his wet, softening cock. The taste of his cum lingered in her mouth.

He grabbed her underarms and pulled, signaling that he wanted her to move up. She assumed he wanted her to go to the bedroom. However, as she climbed past him and her knees came astride his head, he grabbed her ass and held it.

Her pussy, not coincidentally, was hovering right over his face.

Looking down, she saw Mike's tongue snake out. Broadly and firmly, he licked along the entire length of her engorged lips. She moaned, closed her eyes, and arched her neck.

She felt Mike's tongue extending, probing. She reared up, altering the angle of her hips—and suddenly, his tongue thrust inside her. Curling it, he teased her while drawing out her juices. Meanwhile, his hands kneaded the cheeks of her ass.

Probing, swirling, licking...Mike's tongue thoroughly explored everywhere it could reach inside her. She'd never been fond of the phrase "eating pussy," but she couldn't deny that it fit what Mike was doing to her. Egging him on in her mind, she went with it.

"Oh god," she thought, "eat me, Mike! Eat my pussy! Eat me out!"

A little later, Mike's tongue was on her clit, vibrating. Pressing down and gyrating, Jennifer found just the right amount of pressure and travel that she needed. Earlier, against the door, she'd felt wanton...but this was beyond wanton.

"I'm fucking my clit on his tongue," she thought. "I'm naked, on the stairs, on my hands and knees, fucking my guy's face!"

Jennifer was rocking wildly now and groaning loudly. Mike urged her on with his own moans. He wanted it almost as much as she. She could let herself go.

"Oh fuck," she said aloud, "oh fuck yes baby you're going to make me come all over your face—"

Her earlier orgasm, by the door, had been like an explosion. This one was like an implosion. Her toes curled. Her calves tightened. Her neck arched. Instead of radiating from her pussy, pleasure erupted everywhere and—like her body—collapsed towards her pussy. In the aftermath, she felt reduced to a sensitive, pulsing clit.

Mike looked up at her, smiling. Then she noticed his cock. It was hard again and still a little wet from how the action on the stairs had started, before she'd climbed on top of him.

"Bedroom," Mike commanded. "Now!"

* * *

"Now! I want to open my presents now!" the birthday boy yelled. Snapping out of her reverie, Jennifer finished washing her hands—the water had been running for some time—and exited the bathroom. Rejoining the party, she checked on Mikey and then went to the kitchen to have a bite to eat with the other moms.

"Jennifer," one of them asked, "my little girl, Gina, is in the other Kindergarten class..."

"Yes, I know."

Jennifer had heard about little Gina. She'd had health issues and had not completed much preschool. Happily, it seemed, most of her health issues had resolved—or at least stabilized—but developmentally, Gina was a half step behind most of the other kids in her class.

"Well," the mother continued, "We're thinking about getting a tutor for Gina. Just once a week, maybe. It's all...all we may be able to afford. Can you recommend anyone?"

Jennifer felt a familiar tugging at her heart. She answered quickly, impulsively.

"How about me?"

"But you're—I mean, that would be amazing, but you're a teacher! You can't possibly have the time or the energy! Especially with Mikey..."

Jennifer realized she'd been hasty. She wasn't supposed to tutor kids in her class. But maybe kids in another class?

Oh well, screw the rules, whatever they are. The poor little thing...I should do this.

Just then, Jennifer saw Gina's brother, running alongside Mikey.

"I'll tell you what," Jennifer said, "If your boy could stay after school and play with Mikey, and you could watch them, I'd be happy to spend some time with Gina. Let's pick a day of the week—Fridays, maybe?"

"Um...yeah, Fridays, that would be great. Um...how much, you know, how much would you charge..."

"That depends. How much would you charge for watching Mikey?"

"I don't understand..."

"Here's what I'm thinking. You watch Mikey, I'll spend time with Gina, and we'll call it even."

"That's...hardly even, I think, but of course...wow. Jennifer, thank you so much!"

Soon it was time to move on to the next party. It took a while to get there. The second birthday boy was one of Mikey's fellow cub scouts, and his den was well-represented. The kids at the second party missed Mike even more.

Jennifer filled in, helping to organize a game. Ever the teacher, she quickly figured out what kind of encouragement each child needed to do his best. She was in her element now, and it felt terrific.

When the game ended, the party moved outside, and Jennifer found a comfortable spot to watch as others supervised the next game. She found herself alone for a while. Feeling grounded for the first time in weeks, she tried to reflect with some detachment on what had happened since the night she left the hospital in tears.