Elaine, Jackson and I Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

Elaine, Jackson and I Ch. 06

... later, took all of this in her stride and never complained -- such was her devotion to him.

Although I did not know the guy, I had seen him in the newspapers I could see the attraction and I must admit there were times in the dead of night that I could visualise that monster of a man between her open legs. Even though I had fallen in love with Elaine, the very thought of him powering his manhood into her gave me unfamiliar feelings of arousal. As much as I wanted her, I couldn't shake those imaginations from my mind. Many nights would see me awake with delicious images of her with Nat -- maybe kneeling before him with his thick manhood between her luscious red lips, sometimes her riding his shaft screaming in orgasm as her breasts bounced and his dark hands clutching the orbs of her pretty round arse cheeks. But most of all, the delightful image of a frenzied Elaine, on her back on the bed with her knees up by her ears as her Lover powered deep into her with violent thrusts that always culminated in a roar of triumph as his cock streamed floods of semen deep into her. This image never failed to elicit a similar response from my own meagre offering of a penis -- always I came and always I felt good, not dirty or perverted, just happy; happy for her.

For nearly two years we met in that coffee house and as time went on I noticed that Elaine was slowly losing the bright spark that she had when we had first met. One day it all came to a head when she seemed a little ...

... distant and became a little fractious when I asked her if everything was alright at home. I became fearful that our daily meetings were starting to bore her, so I plucked up the courage to ask her

"Oh God No James! You are most definitely not a problem for me. But can I be frank?" I nodded, dreading what was coming next due to the tears in her eyes, "Nat has heard about our daily chats and has become a little jealous. I've told him we are just good friends but I don't think he believes me."

"Do you want to stop our meetings then Elaine? If you think it is affecting your relationship," I gulped as I tried to stifle a sob, "Perhaps we stop seeing each other."

"Do you want to Jim?" That was the first time she called me Jim. "If you do I'll understand, but I do not want to stop. You are the nicest bloke I have ever met, so sod Nat. I will not be denied your friendship or anyone else's for that matter." I had seen little signs of her strength of will before, but that day I saw what Elaine could be like when she needs to assert herself. And I, dear reader, was so impressed by that resolve that I myself made a resolution not to let this wonderful creature out of my life.

It was maybe just a couple of weeks after our conversation that Elaine failed to meet me in the coffee bar, although not totally out of the ordinary she would usually phone me at work if she was indisposed or having to work. But on that day there was nothing. I phoned her desk at the bank where she worked and ...