The Betrayal

Josie moved slowly through the people who were partying, and playing and having a good time. She was never able to move more than a foot or two each time before she was stopped by someone else who wanted to greet her, hug her, thank her, or just welcome her back home. She hadn't been gone all that long, but it was obviously long enough for her husband's friends and employees, to be glad to see her returning back home. 

She hadn't thought she would arrive before the boat left today for it's short journey upstream, but everything had come together at the last moment, and she had reached the dock just a few minutes before the departure. She had only been on board a few moments, when a little boy had come running up to her. She had recognized him as the youngest son of the man who was their plant manager. She lifted the little boy happily into her arms, ignoring the jam-covered fingers that touched her cheek, and held onto her expensive dress. And when he so happily kissed her cheek, she smiled and did the same to him. It was only a few moments later before his father was there, taking him from her though, and greeting her warmly himself. Josie smiled, saying all the usual things about one's trip, and being glad to be home again.

It took her over an hour though to reach the uppermost deck of the boat though. She had been stopped constantly on her way through the boat. By the time she reached the 3^rd level of the large boat, and headed straight for her husband's inner sanctum, her feet were beginning to swell a bit, and she was quite tired. She had spent the last three months apart from him, and she wanted him, needed to feel his arms around her so badly. Even though they had talked on the phone often, it hadn't helped her slake the desire for his loving touches upon her skin. She needed to feel his warmth near to her, and feel his hot hard heat inside her body. Their love had always been hot, passionate and intense. Being parted wasn't easy, but first he had had commitments he had to fulfill, and then her sister had needed her. 

Josie closed her eyes, remembering their last night together, right before she had left to stay with her sister. She had been close to tears all evening, packing her clothes. And when Jason had come up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, she had so easily leaned back against him, savoring his strength, his warmth, and his tenderness with her at times. Jason had slid his hands up over her silky nightgown, to cup and caress her full breasts. Her nipples had beaded up instantly and when he caught them with his fingers and began tugging on them, Josie had moaned softly. She had wiggled her bottom against his naked hardness. His skin had still been a bit damp, having just come from his shower. His mouth found the side of her neck, kissing her while his hands teased and toyed with her extremely sensitive nipples.

He slid one hand down the front of her body and cupped her shaven mound through the silky gown. He groaned as he felt her wetness through the thin material. She was always so open and ready for him. Josie had turned in his arms then and her hands had moved to caress his body as he lowered his head and took her open mouth. As their tongues met and caressed, her hands moved down his body. She found his smooth hard cock unerringly. She caressed and stroked him, before slipping one hand down further to cup his smooth sac. She moaned softly, whispering about how she had wanted to shave him. Jason had laughed softly, telling they didn't have that much time tonight. He had wanted to be with her so he had taken care of the stubbles in his shower. It hadn't taken long for her soft hand upon his hard rod to bring forth his pre-cum. Josie had shrugged free of his hands, and moved down his body, kneeling. When her mouth opened, and began licking and caressing his head, his hands hand moved to tangle in her soft, auburn curls. Her mouth, licking and then sucking on him was almost too much for him to handle though. He reached down and dragged Josie back to her feet. He moved them to the bed, and they fell upon it. 

Jason had moved Josie to straddle his hips and she had eagerly lifted herself. She guided his hardness inside her, moving slowly, enticingly. Jason had dragged her nightgown up and over her head, throwing it aside. Her hair had fallen over her face and shoulders in a fall of auburn curls. His hands had moved beneath the long curls to cup and squeeze her breasts. Josie had moved her hips slowly, setting the rhythm of the lovemaking. She had wanted to draw out this joining for as long as possible, but her body had had other ideas, and she came quickly with his seed shooting deep inside her. And now, closing her eyes, she recalled it all so easily, so quickly. And soon, they would be together again. She opened the door to enter and found the room in almost complete darkness. She had only taken a step inside, when she heard her husband's deep voice greet her.

"Ahh, come in my sweet and be seated. The movie is nearly over, I think." 

Josie looked around, but couldn't see very well in the near darkness. She saw the sofa, and sat down. Her attention was suddenly drawn to far end of the room where the huge television screen was, and the voices emanating from it were obviously caught in the throes of intense passion. She watched for a moment, wondering why in the world her husband, on the one the biggest days of the years, was holed up in here, watching a movie. She amended her thoughts to 'a dirty movie.' And then, her breath caught as she saw something on the screen that caught her attention. It was the woman's ass, and the fact that on it was a tattoo. Not a large one, but a noticeable one, and one that was truly unique. It was a butterfly, wings spread, as if flying away. It could have been anyone's ass but she knew it was her's. 

In the next few moments, Josie felt her heart almost stop completely. All the happiness and joy she had felt at finally being back home was draining rapidly from her body. She knew of only one time that such a thing could have been done, recorded, and it hadn't been with her husband! And even as that thought gelled in her fogged brain, she saw the man's face on the screen. Of course, she didn't need to see his face to know who it was. But seeing his face, wrought with passion as her body rode his to completion, seemed to cut right through her slender body. She watched, unable to turn away, as the man moved his hand so obviously between their bodies, and the next moment, she was screaming as her own orgasm crashed through her body. And the blond man beneath her shuddered as he shot his seed deep into her fragile body. 

Josie didn't want to remember, but she couldn't help herself from recalling all the passionate feelings and responses she had felt with the attractive man in the bed. He was her husband's 'right-hand man' and his best friend. He had…

"Quite the tender scene isn't it, my dear?" Josie's thoughts were stopped by her husband's cold voice, coming from the darkness in the room. Before she could take a breath to answer him, she heard another man reply. Her stomach jumped dangerously inside her.

"Look, Jason, there is an explanation…" 

She heard her husband's voice cut off the other man. "An explanation, you say, Peter, as to why I see my wife fucking my best friend? An explanation as to how such a video came into my possession this week! Really, I'm curious, to say the least, to hear such an explanation."

Josie stood, knowing she had to say something, to interrupt this diatribe. Suddenly the room was flooded with light, and she had to raise her hand to cover her eyes. This time, she heard the gasps of the two men, who were both seated at the far end of the room. She knew that they had seen her, and seen the changes in her since she had last been home. Having her husband discover she was 5 months pregnant this way was certainly not how she had planned it. Josie raised one hand and smoothed her dark auburn hair, which was already in a knot at the back of her head. Her green eyes moved from her husband's darkly handsome face, over to Peter's blond good looks. The two men were truly as different as night and day.

Jason Lee stood and walked over towards where his wife was standing. He could feel his rage boiling inside of him. He was angry as hell, jealous, hurt. He felt the two people whom he cared about most in the world had betrayed his trust. His lifelong best friend and his wife. Funny how it happened in the movies, to other people, and you never thought it could happen to you. He was a very wealthy man, by anyone's standards. He knew his own attraction for women, and had never considered he might have been married for his money. Now it appeared he was wrong. Perhaps the worst part of all is that he had felt like a fool. But seeing Josie now, standing there so cool, so reserved in her pale pink linen dress, he felt worse than he had thought humanly possible. She was obviously pregnant with his best friend's child.  He wanted to hurt, as he was feeling hurt. He felt the need to lash out and hit something. 

Josie took a step towards him. "Peter is right, Jason. We can explain what this is…"

Jason looked at her beautiful face. Her green eyes, so clear, and honest looking. Her mouth was full and luscious, and always left him wanting just one more kiss each time before he left her. Being away from her, as they had over the last months had been hard, but unavoidable. Jason shook his head. "Explain why you couldn't live without a man between your thighs while I was gone, you mean. Explain why you had to fuck my best friend while I was gone. And the worst part of all, you let him knock you up!" He stopped abruptly, seeing the pain filling her eyes.

Josie turned to walk away from the man she loved so much that every minute away from him seemed like a lifetime. Jason reached out and grabbed her forearm. "Don't you ever turn your back on me, you tramp!" He yelled at, feeling the need to make her hurt just as much as he was at that moment. Peter moved towards them.

"Jason, stop. You've got this all wrong. I don't how you got that damn video, but there is a really simple explanation." 

Jason turned to glare at the blond-haired man. "Simple, huh? What? You were both feeling lonely while I was out of the country, so you decided to fuck each other's brains out. The part I don't understand is why the hell you would tape it? I doubt I ever would have guessed anything was going on. Or at least I wouldn't have known until Josie tried to pass off a blond-haired whelp as my kid. Then," Jason paused and laughed harshly, ruefully. "I might have begun to wonder just whose genes were involved." He looked from Peter's white, drained face, to that of his wife. He paused as he took in her tense posture, and the look on her face, though it had first looked guilty, now looked tragic, and hurt and devastated. But there was no denying that it was she in the video, and he had seen Peter's face. 

Josie jerked her arm free of his grip suddenly. She moved farther away from the two men. Her voice was wobbly as she spoke. "I was going to tell you what must have happened. I should have told you when you first brought me home, Jason and introduced me to Peter. But at the time, I was so stunned that I couldn't think. And after we said hello like strangers, well… after that, it seemed like there was no good way to tell you I had known him before."

Jason laughed harshly. "Sweetheart, I'd say you more than knew him!"

Josie tightened her mouth at his words. "You might have wondered seeing as how we met!" She accused him suddenly. Her words hit him like a ton of bricks. He had sought her out after seeing some of her photographs on Peter's living room wall. He had seen the gallery markings on the back, and on his next trip to San Francisco, he had made arrangements to be there during a reception where he had been assured she would be. But he had just assumed that Pete had bought them, not that he had known the artist. And seeing her beautiful photos, he had felt drawn to them, and had wanted to meet the artist who could create such beautiful records of places, and people. 

Like a flash, Jason remembered how he had waited tensely in the gallery, until he had finally seen her. She had captured his attention from the very first second he had seen her. He had rushed her, literally. Not giving her much chance to catch her breath, literally sweeping her romantically off her feet. He romanced her, wined her, dined her, and spent every minute of his two-week vacation with her.  On the 11^th day, he had proposed to her, and she had accepted, to her surprise. He had married the next day, and returned with her to his home. He had been with her the second day of their relationship, when she had had the butterfly tattooed on her pert little ass. That is how he knew, without a doubt, that he had been betrayed since their marriage.

Josie spoke, and drew him back to the present. "We are all angry, and hurt. Let's just drop this for now and get back to your party. These people look forward to this party all year, please don't spoil it for them."

Jason glared at his wife angrily. He was mad that she was the one to remind of his duties as a host, and an employer. This party was a tradition, of many years. He rewarded his many close employees and their families, by having this dinner party with music and dancing, and games for the children, every year, on his boat. His grandfather had started the tradition, many years ago, and when he had become so successful and purchased this large boat, he had moved the party to here. He nodded abruptly and turned towards the door. He held it open, waiting for Josie to pass through. Peter moved to go through the door behind Josie and Jason put his hand up, stopping the other man.

"Stay away from her tonight, my friend. I don't want to see the two of you trying to come up with a story."

"Dammit all, Jason!"

"Just stay away from her, Peter." Jason turned and followed his wife downstairs to the party.

It was well after 1am when everyone had finally left the boat. It had been another successful party, and no one had been the wiser, Josie thought, and the turmoil going on just beneath the surface. She had heard about previous parties that Jason's family had had over the years. She had wanted to be home early enough to be part of the planning and preparations. But her sister had taken ill suddenly, 3 months earlier, and she had felt the need to go home and help her. Laura was her older sister, and had 4 young children, a husband, and just been diagnosed with cancer. She had to have surgery, and begin intensive chemotherapy and radiation treatments. Josie had gone to help care for the children, her sister and the house. It had been hard, being away from Jason for so long. But this had been his busiest time of year. And he had just returned from a trip for the government himself that had lasted 6 weeks. Josie stood at the railing, looking out at the water. It seemed so calm, the moonlight dancing over its smooth surface. A noise behind caused her to turn suddenly. 

Jason stood just a few feet behind her. He had shed his jacket and tie some time earlier, and his jet-black hair was rumpled from his fingers dragging through it, and the wind. She didn't meet his eyes; she couldn't just then. Seeing him now, and hearing his accusing words in her head, only made her ache so bad she wanted to find a hole and climb in.  Josie remembered how he had overwhelmed her from the first moment they had met.

She had considered herself a fairly sophisticated woman of the world at 31, but Jason Lee was beyond her scope of reality. He was wealthy, handsome, well educated and he had a wonderful sense of humor. He made her laugh, right from the start. Whenever she had tried to move on to talk to someone else at the reception, she could turn her head and see he was never really far from her. He had invited her to dinner when the reception ended. They had eaten at a quiet restaurant, and to Josie's amazement, she had invited him up to her loft for a drink. They had laughed, looked through her portfolio and when he had kissed her finally, she had melted into his arms. 

He had kissed her lips softly, caressingly at first. And then, he had overwhelmed all of her senses somehow. She wanted to call herself all kinds of names afterwards, but it had seemed so natural when he had pressed her back onto the sofa, moving over her. Her clothes had seemed to melt away, under his heated hands. He had caressed and marveled over her full white breasts and pink, distended nipples. His mouth had suckled each one for a long time, making her moan and wiggle beneath him. Her wetness had surprised her when she felt his hand so suddenly between her thighs. And then, it had been his surprise, as he felt her shaven pussy for the first time. She had watched the surprise, followed by the pleasurable smile that covered his face. 

Jason had been surprised at first to feel her hairless mound, but he had quickly overcome his shock, and begun enjoying the smooth flesh beneath his fingers. He had caressed her shaven mound, moving to her slit slowly. He slid his fingers inside carefully, finding her clit easily. He was rewarded immediately by the jerking of her body to his touch, and the soft cries that escaped her parted lips. He stroked her tender lips eagerly, sliding his fingers inside her wet passage. He had caressed her flesh until she came again, and then had freed himself to find home in her hot, wet passage. 

He had groaned as her flesh enclosed him. Her arms and legs had moved to encircle his hard masculine body, even as her innermost womanly flesh welcomed his manly hard flesh. It was so basic, so earthy, in that moment that he had been unable to hold back. He had thrust rapidly to climax, shooting his seed deep inside her. They had moved finally to her bed, and made love twice more during the long night. When morning had come, Josie had known she was in love, for the first time in her life. But she had not known whether she was in for a broken heart, or a happy ending. 

Jason's voice drew her back to the present. "Are you ready to go home?"

Josie looked up for a moment, and then away from him. "I'm not sure that is such a good idea, Jason. I should probably go into town, and stay at the motel there." She moved away from the railing, and started to walk past him. "I'll call for a cab."

Jason grabbed her arm, stopping her. "You can't stay there, Josie."

Josie laughed harshly. "Why? Are you afraid what people will say? Don't be, Jason. It will be like everything else. People will find something else to talk about."

"I don't give a damn about what people may or may not think. But you are my wife, and as such, you will stay at our home."

Josie finally looked into his eyes, knowing she would see his distrust of her. But his eyes were too dark, and she couldn't read his thoughts and feelings. She was so tired that she just nodded her head.

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Josie lowered herself into the warm water. The water was swirling, but she had made sure to not have the water too hot, remembering the directions from the doctor's office. She had released her hair and it hung around her shoulders in wet rattails. She tried to breathe deeply and relax; knowing that the stress and emotional upheaval she was feeling was not good for the baby. She heard the door open to the bathroom, and was rather surprised to see Jason walking towards her, wearing his robe. He was carrying two brandy snifters and sat down on the wide ledge of the tub. She was more than a little surprised to see him, after everything that had been said earlier. 

Jason sipped his brandy and held the other one out to Josie, as he had so many times before. They often would relax in the tub together, sipping his expensive brandy slowly, and usually ended up making love in the swirling water. He was surprised when she shook her head no. He had thought in the back of his mind that maybe they could talk over the brandy. He knew he had reacted badly, but he had never hurt quite that badly before. And he had had a whole week to brood over it since the tape had arrived in an unmarked envelope at his office in town.

"I'm not supposed to drink, honey." Josie stopped abruptly, realizing she had unconsciously used her pet name for him. She looked away from him, down into the swirling water. She could see her naked body beneath the water and knew that she no longer was the beauty she had once been. Her breasts were much larger, fuller, with some stretch marks upon them. And her tummy was definitely bigger, rounder, and bore it's own stretch marks. She still managed to shave, though it was getting a bit more difficult to maneuver. She didn't want to know what he thought of her body now. She had so looked forward to telling him, or rather letting him see she was pregnant with his baby. And dealing with the pain of his rejection of not only, but of her baby, had taken its toll of her today. She heard the clink as he set the extra glass down on the vanity nearby. She jumped as she felt his fingers lightly stroke over her cheek.

Jason ignored her startled movement, and moved his fingers down the side of her neck, caressing her soft, pale skin tenderly, lovingly. He loved her still, of that he had no doubts. He wanted her physically, he had realized with a jolt of surprise earlier in the evening. He had thought he would be disgusted by her betrayal, and not want to be near her. But seeing her move between his faithful employees, their families, had only made him realize that his feelings for her could not be denied. He loved her more than he had ever before. He wanted her physically, sexually, as he watched the way her body moved, her dress sometimes catching, and revealing her rounded belly. 

They had never discussed having children. They really had not had time to do so, in their short time together. But as the day wore on, seeing her rounded body, fuller breasts, he had felt his desire for her returning, growing to a near overwhelming intensity. And once, when he had seen her holding a baby of one of his employees, her red head bent low over the baby's much darker black hair, he had felt such an intense jolt of emotion, that he had had to turn away for a moment. 

Jason moved his fingers down into the swirling water to cup her breast. He felt Josie's slight tensing at his touch, knowing he had surprised her. He squeezed the fuller globe than he had remembered it being, feeling her nipple pearl up hard in his palm. He shifted to kneel beside the tub and better access her wet, soft body. He squeezed and massaged the sensitive flesh, enjoying her reaction, as she moaned and shifted in the water, pressing her breast into his hand. Her head leaned back against the rim of the tub as his fingers began toying with her hard nipple. Jason moved up and lowered his mouth to her own parted lips, kissing her softly, tentatively, half-waiting for her to push him away.

Josie felt his lips on hers and opened her mouth to receive his hot kiss. Her mind told her no, but her body wanted him, needed to feel his warmth, his passion again. She slid one hand behind his head, catching in the blue-black strands of his hair. Instead of pulling him away, she held him close as her tongue eagerly and wantonly met his. And when his hand deserted her breasts, to move down her body, she eagerly moved her thighs apart in the swirling water. But Jason surprised her as his hand slowed to encircle her rounded belly in soft caresses. He explored her distended flesh tenderly, as he kissed her deeply. And when he finally reached her smooth mound, he moaned. 

"God, Josie! You feel so sweet…" His fingers slid between her shaven lips and found her clit easily, unerringly. Jason lifted his head and watched Josie's face as he teased and toyed with her most sensitive of flesh. Her body reacted as she always did to his touch. Her hips jerked in rhythm to his flicks against her clit, churning up the water even more. Suddenly, his fingers left her body. He shrugged his robe off and was in the water next to her before she could open her eyes. Jason shifted Josie in the water as she lifted her lids to look at him, having trouble focusing. 

He held her steady as he lowered her body onto his rock hard manhood. He groaned as her soft flesh engulfed him fully. Josie held his eyes as they joined in the churning bubbling water that could so easily describe their turbulent emotions just then. Her hands caught at his broad shoulders, to steady her body. She caught her breath as she felt him inside her, so long missed, and so desperately needed. Her voice whispered his name even as her body could wait no longer, and begin spasming around his manhood, squeezing him with her innermost muscles.

Jason felt her climax taking her over and he saw the emotions washing over her face. He wanted to draw it out, but feeling her contractions, sucking his cock into her body, was too much. He lost control and thrust into her body over and over, shooting his seed deeply into her warm body. He pulled her close, sucking eagerly on her nipples as their bodies slowly quieted, and returned too normal. 

How long they stayed like that, connected, in the bubbling, soothing waters, neither could have said. Finally, Jason moved his hands to Josie's waist, and slid her to his side in the tub. He stood and stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel from the heated rack. He dried himself quickly, feeling a little unsure about where to go from here. He held his hand towards Josie and was surprised when she took it, allowing him to pull her up and out of the water. She took a towel from the rack and started drying her hair first, in silence. Jason turned off the tub jets and released the drain. He turned to speak to Josie, but found that she had already walked out of the bathroom. He found her in the bedroom, pulling a bathrobe from the closet. He watched as she wrapped herself in the enveloping terry cloth robe. Usually, they walked around each other naked, unashamed and open about their nudity. Josie spread her wet hair out over the robe, and walked over to the bedroom door.

"Where are you going?" Jason spoke quickly. 

Josie glanced back over her shoulder, taking in his wonderfully naked body. He was an attractive man, well built, powerful, and muscular. He kept himself in shape by working out in the weight room in the basement of the house. His chest was bare-skinned, as was his shaven pubic area. He was one-eighth Japanese, and while his facial features no longer bore the distinctive traits of his heritage, his body was still pretty much hairless. He was proud of his heritage, which is why he worked diligently to employ many people who shared his Japanese lineage. At the party today, she and Peter had definitely been in the minority, as to their race. Josie had never minded. He had always just been Jason, the man who swept her off her feet, and she had married. 

She shook her head, trying to clear it of it's jumbled and chaotic thoughts. "I'm going to sleep down the hall, in the guest bedroom."

Jason moved so swiftly, she hardly had managed to get the door open before she felt his firm hand holding her arm so firmly. "Don't be ridiculous!"

She glared at him. "Ridiculous! You don't expect me to sleep in your bed, do you? My God, Jason! You think I'm just going to let you…" Her voice trembled with her emotional overload. "After the things you said to me…" She stopped again, swamped by her feelings of anger and hurt.

Jason tightened his grip on her arm. "Irregardless of anything I've said, or you have done, my dear, you are still my wife. And as such, you will behave as my wife."

Josie jerked her arm free of relaxing grip after a minute. She moved away from Jason quickly. She went over to her side of the bed and pulled back the covers. She slid into the bed, still wearing the robe and turned over onto her side, away from him. She fought hard to hold back her tears. She heard the door close, and then the light was turned off. She felt the bed shift as Jason lay down on the other side of the king-size mattress. She was surprised when she felt his hand touch her shoulder. Her body jerked in reaction, starting to pull away. But he closed his hand around her slender upper arm.

"Take this damned robe off, Josie. It is damp and you'll catch cold if you leave it on." 

Josie acknowledged his wisdom with a nod of her head. She stood quickly and tossed the robe to the bottom of the bed. She climbed hurriedly back under the covers, again lying on her side, as close to the edge as she could. She wasn't surprised when she felt Jason's hand on her arm again, this time pulling her backwards across the bed. She was surprised though he pulled her right up to his body. He held her tight in "spoon-fashion" when she tried to wiggle away. His voice was husky when he told her to just stop fighting him and go to sleep. She adjusted the pillow beneath her head and let the heat from his body, seep into her own. 

It had been so long since she had slept in the same bed as her husband, that her emotions were getting the better of her head. Her longings over the last months were stronger than the thoughts she was having following her husband's earlier accusations. Her breath caught when she felt Jason's hand move to rest possessively on her hip. She could hear him breathing, slow and deep behind her. Her own breathing though was erratic, jagged, and only became more so as she felt his hand begin to move on her hips, caressing her skin in a circular movement. 

Jason heard the change in her breathing. He moved his hand down her thigh once, and back up. Her skin still felt like the softest velvet, warmed in the afternoon sun. He knew he should turn over and let her sleep, but he couldn't resist the allure she held for him still. Her betrayal should have disgusted him. And her pregnancy, unannounced and so obviously by her silence not his, should have had him turning from her completely. But instead, he was drawn to her more than ever before. He moved his hand forward and glided it over her distended belly. He heard the change in her breathing and slight gasp as he caressed her rounded belly. There could be no denying the way her hips moved though, in response to his touch. She wiggled ever so slightly against his rapidly hardening cock. 

Jason smiled in the darkness and moved his hand caressingly over her warm flesh, exploring the changes in her body. He moved his hand finally up to her breasts, feeling how much larger, fuller they were now. Her nipples beaded up instantly to his touch and her breath escaped her parted lips as a soft moan of desire. He slid his slowly down over her body again, pausing to explore her belly button that was no longer an "innie." He shifted down the bed a little, pulling his hand back over her hip. She felt him touching her butt cheeks. She blushed brightly, knowing she had added some weight there too. But he made no comment, just continued to caress and stroke her sweet body. He finally slid his hand between her thighs. Without asking, she raised her thigh so he could reach her more easily.

As his fingers stroked over her shaven lips, she groaned out loud, unable to keep her growing desire hidden. Jason caressed the smooth lips, thinking they felt a bit fuller, fleshier also. His hand slid further forward to cup her mound for a moment. He slid his fingers inside her then, and started caressing her inner flesh, which was now quite wet and slick. He gathered some wetness onto his index finger and eased it forward inside the little hood of protective flesh. He used the wetness to moisten the clit before he began working it without pity. Over and over he teased her, working her to near frenzy, then pulling back at the last minute. Her wetness soaked his hand and wrist as he kept on tormenting her womanly flesh, driving her closer and closer each time, before pulling back from the edge of the precipice of passionate release. He slid one, and then two fingers into her womanly channel, caressing her from the inside now. He had her so close, so near that when he found her g-spot, it only took one touch and she was coming apart for him. Her body gushed forth her response, eagerly and wantonly. As he felt her body's inner muscles spasm, he pulled his hand free and slid his hard cock into her from behind. Lifting her thigh, he entered her body and shot his load once again into her sweet, warm body. He bit down on the side of her neck as he came hard and fast, marking her tender white flesh with his kiss. 

Josie lay quietly in the aftermath of their passion, feeling his softening cock slip from her body as he moved to lie behind her once again. He pulled her tight against him, and cupped her breast in his hand. She felt the wetness of her body still on his flesh. Her brain told her she should be fighting him, telling him to stay away from her, but her flesh was demanding his touch. And it appeared that it was demanding it over and over! Exhausted, she was asleep in his arms only a few moments later.