Homecoming_(0)

The light fog added a moisture to the air. The coolness of the night wrapped around her like a wet towel, sending a shiver up her spine. She was lucky she knew the area so well, or she could have easily become lost. She looked through the trees at the house where he lived, slightly smiling at the one electric candle burning in the kitchen window.

It had been over two years since Allison had seen Jim, but she could remember his face as though it were yesterday. They had grown up together, ‘next door’ neighbors; though here in the country it meant their homes were a half mile apart, separated by this bit of forest. They had spent countless hours on this very path, going back and forth to visit each others’ homes, and played for hours on end in this very patch of woods. Even now, years later and in the dark, she knew every step of the path, and had quickly made her way toward his house.

She stopped for a few minutes, pausing to think about the last couple of years as she looked the light in the kitchen window. Jim had had tears in his eyes the day she left, promising that he would always leave that light on for her should she ever want to find her way back to him, having finally realized the futility of begging her to stay.

Allison could never remember a time until that day that they had not always known they were meant for each other. They had grown up together, played together, laughed together, and later loved and made plans together, all here in this patch of woods. Off the path a ways, they had built a log ‘fort’ when they were kids, really just a few logs lying around a small patch of cleared ground that served as their hideout, fort, playhouse, and the deck of a ship, whatever it needed to be to fulfill their fantasy of the moment. Later it had served as their love nest, a place to spread a blanket and make out, then begin to explore each others’ bodies, the place where he gently, lovingly, took her virginity, and where they had pledged their eternal love to each other.

Just after he turned 18, both his parents had died after a terrible crash on the way back from town one day. In his grief he turned to her, and she comforted him, knowing it wasn’t time, just yet, to mention the wedding they had talked about for years. Instead she moved in with him, in the house that was now his, technically, and would be in fact the day he turned 21, according to his parents’ will. Allison nursed Jim through his grief, caring for him as though they were actually married, holding him close and reassuring him and helping him emerge whole again from the tragedy.

When he did finally discuss marriage with her again, it was to tell her he wanted to wait until he turned 21, the day he was to receive clear title to the house and land. There had been just a handful of payments left to be made to the bank, and he had made those and paid the mortgage off with the money he had received from the insurance policies, and had plenty left over. Still, he wanted to go to work on his own, prove to himself he would be able to provide for a family after the insurance money ran out and before he took on that responsibility. She reluctantly agreed, happy just to be living with him for now, willing to put their wedding day off for a couple of years.

Jim took a job at the lumber mill in town, and quickly learned as many of the various jobs there as he could. He was a quick study, and learned not only how to run the equipment, but how to maintain it, how to repair it when it broke down. Raises and promotions followed, as he made himself almost indispensible to the owners. He could operate any piece of machinery in the mill, and understood how each machine worked, could quickly troubleshoot and repair any breakdowns, and was happy to work any job in the mill, and to teach new employees how to run the equipment.

Allison was happy working as a hairdresser, as long as she was with him. Her only ambition became to please him, any way she possibly could.

One day Jim had had a friend over from the mill, and they had grilled steaks in the back yard. His friend, Carl, had been quite handsome, well built, and it was obvious he was attracted to her. She had flirted with him a bit, which seemed to turn Jim on, and then had teased him further after dinner by changing into a bikini, ostensibly to take a dip in the pool. At the sight of her, the bulge in the front of Carl’s jeans grew noticeably larger, and she saw Jim had noticed as well, and was smiling at her.

Jim went inside the house to get a couple more beers, and Allison followed at his signal. In the kitchen, he asked if she would like to have sex with Carl while he watched. Allison hesitated a bit, unsure how she should answer, but when she saw he was excited about the idea, she said yes. Jim told her to flirt with Carl a bit more, then give him a kiss as she squeezed his cock through his jeans, and see how things progressed from there. She felt herself beginning to get wet at the idea of having another man fuck her in front of Jim, and she eagerly agreed.

After a bit more flirting, and a few quick glances at Jim to be sure he wasn’t getting upset by all this, Carl had a raging hard-on. Allison asked him to dance, a nice slow dance to an old country song, and he complied, still watching Jim for any sign of jealousy. He let her take the lead, and she pulled him close, grinding a bit against the front of his jeans, and Carl looked over to see Jim giving him a thumb up. She stretched up on her toes and pulled his head down, and planted a long, deep kiss on his lips as she reached down with one hand and stroked his cock through his jeans. She expertly unzipped his fly and reached inside, freeing Carl’s stiff cock from his boxers and jeans, stroking it a few times. He was still getting the thumb up sign from Jim as she lowered herself to her knees and licked the drop of pre cum from the tip of his cock.

It had taken all Allison’s nerve to get this far, never having touched any man’s cock except Jim’s, ever. She was afraid that at any moment Jim would change his mind and stop her, half hoping he would, but as she tasted the pre cum oozing from his cock, she knew she was going to go through with it. She wrapped her lips around the head of Carl’s cock, flicking it with her tongue as she did so, sucking it lightly, then licked up and down the shaft along the bottom of his cock before taking it in her mouth again, deeper this time. He moaned, and she felt Jim behind her, untying the back of her bikini top, letting it drop, letting her breasts fall free. He knelt behind her, cupping a breast in each hand, pinching her nipples as he leaned around to watch the cock slipping in and out of Allison’s mouth, and whispered to her that he liked what he saw. Carl soon began to cum, in her mouth at first, then on her face as she let his cock slip from her lips, guiding it with one hand to spread his cum over her face.

She felt Jim undo the ties at the sides of her bikini bottom, and shifted position a bit to let him remove the bit of fabric, then spread her knees as he lowered her backwards, exposing her soaked pussy to Carl standing above her. Allison used a finger to wipe the cum from her face, sucking it off her finger as Jim told his friend it was all available for him if he wanted it. As Carl began unfastening his jeans and pulling them off, Jim helped Allison up and led her to a chaise lounge a few feet away, then gave her a deep kiss on the lips as he fingered her pussy, feeling its wetness, whispering to her to make him proud. She lay back on the chaise lounge, spreading her legs wide, inviting Carl to use her any way he wished.

Carl wasted no time lowering his face to her pussy, licking and sucking along her slit, pausing to spend a few seconds sucking her clit, then grinding his face into her pussy. It seemed as though an electric jolt shot through Allison, feeling another man, someone other than Jim, eating her pussy and fingerfucking her. She was soon on the verge of her own orgasm, and Carl expertly drove her over the edge as she looked up and saw Jim watching, his own cock in his hand as he watched her cum to the touch of another man.

Carl, now fully erect again, moved up on the chaise and plunged his cock into her waiting pussy, fucking her hard and fast, just the way Allison liked it.