Read Jule Reigh and the Jim Stone Affair for Free Online

within
strengthening.
    It came upon her suddenly. Her mind shattered
and her body splintered into white-hot fragments. She cried out
Stone’s name and other sounds of endearments and joy. He continued
to thrust into her, and she rode her pleasure until the end. By the
time she was ready to collapse, Stone’s body stiffened beneath her
and his hands tightened on her hips.
    She felt his cock pulse inside her, and the
warmth of his semen as he let go. His hoarse groans rumbled from
deep in his throat as he pushed his cock up into her, twisting his
hips to release the last of his juice. Then his taut muscles
unwound, his hands loosening their grip on her.
    She crumpled against his chest, her breaths
coming in short, harsh gasps. He breathed in short inhalations and
exhalations, too. She lay there, their skin damp from exertion,
until her body recovered and her mind stopped reeling from the
absolute bliss that had consumed her and spun her out of
control.
    When their breathing had evened and strength
returned to their limbs, he drew back the covers and helped her to
lie on the sheet. He shifted until he was beside her, his cock snug
against her backside. He threw the covers over them and put his
arms around her. She snuggled into him, laying her hands on his
arms that held her close. He kissed her cheek, ear, and neck over
and over until she fell asleep, satiated and replete with the
experiences of the evening.
     
     
    * * * * *
    J ule woke up slowly
to early morning light striping across the bed from the gap between
the curtains. She stretched her limbs as far as they would go, one
of her hands touching the silk scarf Stone had bound her with the
night before. It hung from the bedpost, and she caught it with her
other hand, running its luxurious length through her fingers. She
sat up and started to drape it around her neck, but she didn’t want
to hide the Pink Ecstasy. The scarf slid from her fingers as she
picked up the pretty pink jewel instead. She pressed it to her lips
then let it fall between her breasts again.
    She looked over at her bed partner and
smiled. Stone slept, only his even breathing causing any movement
at all. He had satisfied her in ways she’d never imagined, just as
the legend of the Pink Ecstasy promised.
    Tired but hungry, Jule left the bed and went
to dresser. She opened the rectangular white cardboard box
uncovering a one-layer cake. Its creamy topping beckoned her. She
reached out and raked one finger through the thick icing where it
met the plate and plopped it into her mouth.
    Stone grabbing her from behind startled her a
second then she melted into his embrace. His skin was still warm
from bed and felt as smooth as the silk scarf against her skin.
    “Happy anniversary, babe,” he murmured into
her ear.
    “Happy anniversary to you, too.” Jule skimmed
off another blob of icing and offered it to him. He took it into
his mouth, sucking her finger clean before pulling free.
    She turned in his arms for a long, sweet
kiss.
    The entire evening and night had been part of
their anniversary gifts to one another. They had been married one
year and money was tight. With no cash to spare for a trip and a
real adventure, they had improvised.
    They’d spent an evening listing their sexual
fantasies. They both had written down one-night stands with a total
stranger, including a hint of danger but not really dangerous. It was something neither of them had ever done, but the thought of doing it was a complete turn-on. Neither of them
wanted anything extreme involving pain or cruelty, just a night of
sexual and sensual delights—as the fictional legend of the Pink
Ecstasy foretold.
    Jule had come up with the scenario, and they
agreed that once begun, they would stay in character even in their
thoughts. The entire evening was meant to be an escape from real
life, a few hours of pure fantasy to relish and enjoy.
    She had played with their names and finally
called their fantasy adventure Jule Reigh and the Jim