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  All that lovely dark flesh with her huge rack, padded ass, long, thick thighs, and hair-covered pussy made my rock hard. I ached to be inside her.

  I led her to the bed, pushed her onto the edge, and then stood between her legs.

  She looked up at me with wide eyes.

  I took her hand and placed it on my fully erect cock.

  After a moment of stillness, she closed her fingers around me and gently pumped me. And oh, shit. The feeling was incredible. Sex with Jemma always blew me away, but I was so hot at the thought of fucking Tasha, I could barely contain myself.

  “Touch my balls,” I instructed, my hips jerking forward.

  She slipped her hand under them.

  “Run your fingertips around them and then gently massage them.”

  She obeyed my instructions with an eager hesitation that I loved. When she had me so hot I thought I might explode in her hand, I urged her to lie on the bed and joined her.

  She sucked in a breath as I massaged her thighs and peppered her neck and breasts with kisses while grinding my dick against her.

  “Oh, Jimmy.” She pushed her hands against my stomach and stared up at me with a scared look in her eyes.

  “It’s okay,” I told her.

  She wet her lips and seemed to be holding her breath.

  I rubbed my cock head against her slit several times.

  She trembled and parted her legs more.

  Giving her what I hoped was a reassuring smile I slowly pushed the head of my shaft inside her.

  She bit her lip and clenched her hands into fists at her sides.

  “It’s all right,” I told her again. Resting my weight on my extended arms, I eased more of my dick into her hot, slick pussy.

  She caught her breath and stared up at me with wide eyes.

  I leaned down to touch my mouth against hers before putting my weight back on my extended arms. “Just a little more and I’ll have my whole dick inside you.”

  She sank her teeth into her lip again.

  Giving her a few moments to adjust, I eased the rest of my shaft inside her. Although I didn’t feel myself popping her cherry, I knew I was in tight, sweet, virgin pussy. Damn it felt good. But aside from that, knowing she’d saved it for me made me feel even closer to her.

  Although I’d grown used to pounding Jemma’s pussy, this was Tasha and I wanted her first time to be as special as possible. So I struggled to hang onto my control as I eased in and out of her. She was so tight and warm, I could barely manage it.

  She moaned in pain until I started to rub my thumb against her clit and pepper her lips and breasts with biting kisses.

  I tried but she was so tight I couldn’t hold on long enough to make her come by rubbing her clit. Grinding my hips against her, I lost control and pounded her sweet pussy until I blew apart. As much as I loved fucking Jemma, I came more that first time with Tasha than I’d ever come. I think I came longer and harder because we shared an emotional connection as well as the physical one. With Jemma, it was all about lust. With Tasha, there was more.

  My climax wiped me out. I collapsed on top of her. I worked my hands under her to clutch her ass. I kept my hips pressed against hers until the last drop of cum oozed from me. I got such a rush knowing her virginal pussy was filled with my cum.

  Settling myself on her body, I buried my face against her neck and fell asleep with my cock still inside her.

  Chapter Four

  When I woke later, we showered and then we had sex again. That time, I ate her pussy first because I wanted to be sure she came. Then I slid inside her and spent a long time sliding in and out of her while I sucked her breasts. She gave herself to me with a reserved shyness that filled me with tenderness, so that our lovemaking was completely different from the wild romps Jemma and I shared. Instead of taking my own satisfaction first, as I was used to doing with Jemma, I took care to be gentle and patient. I was rewarded for my restraint when I heard her soft cries of pleasure and she clutched me close.

  Then she tightened around me as she came. Holy shit that felt so good, I flooded her pussy with my cum.

  She trembled under me and held me close, moaning softly.

  “Damn, girl, that was good.” Still inside her, I gently rotated my hips. “Did you like it this time?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, sounding surprised.

  “I love you,” I told her. And I really meant it. It wasn’t love lies.

  To my surprise, she burst into tears. I lifted her face and looked down into her tear-filled eyes. “What’s the matter, Tasha? I thought you might welcome that news.” I was more than a little put out by the thought that she might not love me or want my love.

  “Oh, Jimmy, I love you, too, but I never thought you’d ever love me. Not after Jemma came along and took you, just as I was beginning to hope that you might someday want me.”

  “I didn’t know how you felt, Tasha,” I whispered, wiping her tears away. Of course, I wasn’t being completely truthful. A part of me had known how she felt; just as part of me had realized how I felt after she started dating Dave. It was the same part that knew there was no turning back now that I’d taken her virginity.

  I had to marry her, not because I was afraid she’d get pregnant, but because Tasha was the kind of girl you married once you’d slept with her. “I never meant to hurt you, Tasha. I just didn’t know,” I said again.

  “And now that you do know? What now, Jimmy?”

  I had no choice. If I didn’t respond properly, she’d know what a heel I really was. I forced thoughts of Jemma from my mind, and smiled at her. “Will you marry me? Not right away. I mean after we graduate?”

  She didn’t seem to notice my lack of enthusiasm as she threw her arms around my neck. “Oh, Jimmy, yes! Yes!”

  During our last semester, Tasha and I both wrote to Jemma, telling her that we were going to get married. When three weeks passed without any word from Jemma, we both breathed a sigh of relief. Neither Tasha nor I had been looking forward to a scene with her.

  But I should have known it wouldn’t be that easy. Jemma showed up one night when Tasha was at a sorority meeting.

  “Okay, mister, what is this insane shit about you dumping me for that frumpy Tasha? Have you lost your mind? No man would settle for her, when he could have me.”

  She looked so beautiful and so sexy, that I nearly took her in my arms and told her I wouldn’t marry Tasha after all. “Jemma, please. That’s enough. I tried to be tactful in my letter. I am going to marry Tasha.”

  “Marry that nothing?” Jemma laughed scornfully. “When my father could do so much for you? And—”

  That did it. The implication that I needed help getting where I wanted to go just pissed me the fuck off. I gripped her arms and roughly pulled her to me. I fought back the urge to shake her until her teeth rattled. “To hell with your father! I’ll get wherever I’m going on my own. And another thing, don’t you ever call Tasha a nothing again.” I pushed her away from me. “Now get out of here, while I’m still inclined to be a gentleman.”

  Instead of retreating, she pulled the tie string at the bottom of her blouse. It came open, and I found myself gaping at her beautiful, bare breasts. While I tried to control the unwanted desire she always aroused in me, she moved closer to me.

  I couldn’t stop myself. My arms went around her waist and I kissed her. I mean, I really kissed her, forcing her lips apart and my tongue in her mouth.

  She whipped up her skirt. Of course she wasn’t wearing any underwear. I pulled out my cock, slapped on a condom, and shoved my dick into her. We had rough sex twice. It was wild and raunchy. With Jemma, I didn’t need to be gentle as I was with Tasha. Lying with her afterwards, I wanted to keep her in bed forever.

  Jemma did her best to tempt me, and I was tempted. But, of course, I couldn’t jilt Tasha, not even for Jemma and the best sex of my life. And by then I’d finally grown up enough to realize that building a life with someone else couldn’t be basically only on gre
at sex. The sex with Tasha was good as was all the other aspects between the sexes that went into making a relationship worth having. When Jemma saw that she couldn’t weaken my resolve, she left with a trail of abuse on her lovely lips.

  I never told Tasha about that last wild night with Jemma. I wanted to, but I couldn‘t. She wouldn’t have understood and it would have broken her heart.

  Tasha and I graduated and secured promising jobs, me with an advertising firm, and her with an accounting one. Five months later, when we were both feeling settled in our jobs, we got married.

  Although I had a number of nights when I lay awake long after Tasha slept, fantasizing about Jemma, I soon got over it. I was happy with Tasha and satisfied with our life together. I had no complaints or regrets. How could I when I knew I had a woman I loved and one I knew loved me?

  Then, four years later, I got that call that set me on a downward spiral of lust and infidelity.

  The moment I agreed to see Jemma again, it was a forgone conclusion that I was going to fuck her at least once. Although I had felt slightly pressured into marrying Tasha, I loved her. I really did. Not that she put any pressure on me. My conscience and feelings for her did that. She was very easy to love, and she loved me so much. Still, I occasionally found myself thinking of Jemma and the passion-filled nights we’d shared. Sometimes, when Tasha and I made love, I found myself pretending that she was Jemma.

  Jemma had been such a wonderfully uninhibited lover who was willing to do anything to please me, while Tasha was still shy with me. And her sexual inhibitions were still intact. Once, when I’d suggested we try anal sex, she’d looked at me as if I’d suggested a threesome. So I dropped the subject and we stuck with straight vanilla sex. Don’t get me wrong. It was still good. I just knew our sexual relationship could be even better.

  The insistent ringing of the phone brought me abruptly out of my thoughts of the past.

  “Hello?” I said.

  “Jimmy, this is Jemma again. I was just thinking that maybe you’d like me to come to your house? I’ve become a surprisingly good cook. It’s too late to cook turkey, but I can manage a suitable substitute.”

  I was afraid to trust myself in an empty house with her. It was bad enough that I was going to cheat on Thanksgiving. I was going to fuck her but not in the same house where Tasha and I made love. And I wasn’t going to offer her any of the meal Tasha had prepared with such love for me. “That’s sounds very tempting, but I already made reservations for us at a restaurant, and I was just on my way out the door. I’ll see you in a bit,” I said, and hung up before she could protest.

  I looked around the house that felt so empty. None of the usual delicious aromas I was used to on Thanksgiving filled the air. Without Tasha, the house felt like an empty shell. Instead of eating a solitary meal while watching football, I’d be out fucking.

  Without giving myself time to have second thoughts, I grabbed my jacket and left the house. Inside my car, I made sure I had several boxes of condoms before I took a deep breath, assured myself Tasha wouldn’t end up hurt, and drove off.

  At the restaurant, my conscious bothered me as I looked around at the families enjoying each other’s company. There I was about to cheat on a day when I should be giving thanks for Tasha.

  I shook off the feeling when Jemma finally arrived late. But I wasn’t complaining, because the entrance she made gave me a chance to fully appreciate how very beautiful she still was.

  The sleek white dress she wore looked great against her dark skin. Her walk in those three-inch heels she wore was even sexier than I remembered. I stood up as she stopped at our table. My heart was pounding and my palms felt damp. “Hello, Jemma,” I said softly, extending my hand.

  With a deep-throated laugh, she threw her arms around me and, standing on her toes, she kissed me squarely on my lips. In the middle of the restaurant. I wasn’t bashful. I embraced her and kissed her back with a passion I’d been holding in check since the last time we’d fucked like bunnies.

  “It’s good to see you again, Jimmy Big Dick,” she said, when I’d finally summoned the strength to pull away from her delicious lips.

  I was uncomfortably aware that I was blushing, as the memory of our wild sex came flooding back at me. I still wanted her. I loved Tasha. That would never change, but if I could just have one more night with Jemma, I’d put her in the past and keep her there for good. Or so I told myself.

  “Let’s not play games, Jemma,” I said, my voice harsh. “What do you want?”

  She stared at me for a long time before answering. “I think you know the answer to that. I want some of that big dick of yours. That’s what I gave thanks for when I woke up this morning.”

  “There’s a very nice hotel not far from here,” I said, pushing away the remnants of my guilt.

  She smiled, a look of satisfaction on her beautiful face. “Then why are we still here?”

  On the way to the hotel, I kept telling myself that it wasn’t really wrong for me and Jemma to be together. I’d use protection and Tasha would never know. So she wouldn’t be hurt.

  We left the restaurant holding hands and drove to the hotel in my car. She kept her hand between my legs on the drive. By the time we arrived, I was ready to fuck.

  The moment the door closed, we tore off our clothes and I pushed her against the wall, slipped on a condom, shoved my cock into her pussy, and went after her like a starving man. We made love several times. Made love? Yeah. Right. We did what we’d always done when we were alone together—we fucked like dogs in heat. And I do mean fuck. Each time was rougher and wilder. I’d forgotten how good her pussy was and I couldn’t get enough of it or her.

  In the early morning, I whipped her onto her belly and dived bomb her pretty ass. What a rush I got when I slid by cock into an ass for the first time in over five years.

  We kept it up until we fell into an exhausted sleep, my cock still inside her. I don’t think we got more than two or three hours sleep that night.

  We spent the entire Thanksgiving weekend at the hotel fucking, only coming up for a breather to eat occasionally and sleep a few hours. Then we were back at it.

  Chapter Five

  I woke early the Monday after the Thanksgiving weekend feeling great. Jemma slept beside me, her beautiful body covered with bite marks and little hickies. I lay on my side watching her. She was still the most fantastic lover I’d ever had. I knew Tasha would one day rock my world just as good—once she learned to unwind in bed a little more.

  Jemma and I had nothing in common other than sex and I really couldn’t say I liked her as a person. Still, in a lust driven haze, I decided the hot sex was enough. We could make it enough. Of course I was thinking with my dick when I reached that conclusion.

  I woke her up with a series of hot, demanding kisses as I thrust my cock into her pussy.

  She pushed me off her. “Bathroom break.”

  We went to the bathroom to use the john. We showered and then went back to bed. We fucked twice before we talked.

  “That was the best Thanksgiving I ever had,” she said, smiling at me.

  I opened my mouth to agree but then closed it. I couldn’t utter that lie—not when I thought of the past five Thanksgivings with Tasha. Of course, we’d never spent any of them in bed as Jemma and I just had. But there had never been a single moment when I hadn’t known how much she loved and adored me. And don’t get me wrong. The sex with Tasha was good. It just wasn’t off the charts—at that point. I was biding my time until she was ready to release the wild woman in her with me.

  I didn’t love Jemma and I knew she sure as hell didn’t love me. But damn the sex was off the charts with her. Yeah, but you’re not a college boy anymore. You can’t spend your life in bed—no matter how great the sex is.

  “So what are we going to do about how good we still are together?” she asked, cupping her hand her my cock.

  What could I do when the sex was that good? “I need some time,” I said.

>   She frowned. “For what? With your traveling schedule, we can easily make it work.”

  “I can’t just drop her.”

  “Drop who? You’re sleeping with someone else other than Tasha?” She sounded shocked.

  I stared at her. “Hell no! I’ve never been unfaithful to her. What do you think I am?” Even as I asked the question, I knew the answer. I was a low-life cheater who didn’t deserve Tasha. I couldn’t envision her ever doing what I’d just done—be unfaithful with so little effort or guilt.

  “Then what are you talking about?” she asked.

  I took a long, shuddering breath. “I can’t just drop her. I have to work my way up to it so I can let her down easier.”

  “What?”

  “I’ll get a divorce from Tasha in a couple of months and then we can be together,” I said. As I spoke, I didn’t allow myself to think of what Tasha would feel when I finally found the courage to ask for a divorce—without admitting that I’d already been unfaithful.

  After I spoke, I felt a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Tasha had always been there for me. She’d never once let me down. What kind of man rewarded such devotion with what I’d just proposed?

  Jemma released my dick, sat up quickly, and stared down at me. “What? Jimmy, I thought you and Tasha were happily married.”

  I felt myself blush. “We are.”

  “Then where did this talk of divorce come from?”

  From my dick. Not my heart. Believe it or not, even then I loved Tasha. One of my biggest problems was the fact that lust could be almost as powerful as love. “Okay. I’m confused. I thought you were suggesting that we get together on a regular basis.”

  “And if I weren’t?”

  “I couldn’t do this to her again. So I’d have to divorce her and if I did—“