All Change for Amy

Amy wondered if Jack would notice the changes in his wife; she thought he probably did, but was utterly unequipped to handle them. She knew Amy, who had returned home after a day with 'friends', was not the Amy he had lived with for thirty-five years. She felt like she had a newfound quiet confidence. Her scent was different, a complex, musky perfume that clung to the air in her wake. Her clothes, though still conservative, seemed to fit differently, draped over a body that was suddenly more... present. And her eyes. They held a new, distant light, as if she were looking at him from across a great chasm.

His probable and most logical conclusion was that she was having an affair. She wondered what he would do or say; would he recognize his own limitations? He was a good man, a loyal husband, a dependable provider. But he must realize that he was lacking in certain departments. He had never been a passionate man, a man of grand romantic gestures or fiery desires. He was a man of ledgers and routines. Would he recognize that Amy deserved to be happy? If this secret life brought her a spark of the joy he couldn't provide, then he had not driven her to it.

Her only real fear, the one that kept her awake in the early hours, was that he would leave her. He had been her rock, her right arm, her entire emotional support system for over three decades. The idea of a life without him in it, of coming home to a silent, empty house, was a prospect too bleak to contemplate. The question was, should she tell him? Should she lay her cards on the table, tell him the truth, and risk shattering the fragile peace they had built? The thought of it sent a cold wave of anxiety through her. To do that, he would have to confront not just him, but her own past.

Amy had no way of knowing that as she contemplated her future life with Jack, he was struggling with his own demons.

As he closed his eyes to try and sleep, a memory, unbidden, surfaced with the force of a tidal wave. It was five years into their marriage. A rough patch. The novelty of being a married couple had worn off, replaced by the mundane grind of daily life. They had bickered constantly, their words small and sharp, chipping away at the foundation of their love. He'd been in London for a client meeting, a tedious affair that ran late. Too late to get the last train home to Rochester. He'd checked into a bland, corporate hotel near Victoria Station, feeling lonely and adrift.

That's when he saw her. She was in the hotel bar, nursing a gin and tonic, and she was the most striking woman he had ever seen. Gorgeous wasn't the word; she was magnificent. Tall, easily his height, but with a strength that was entirely ladylike. She wore a sharply tailored suit, her posture impeccable. When she turned her head and her eyes met his, he felt a jolt like an electric current. She had a deep, sensual voice, a low contralto that seemed to vibrate in his bones when she introduced herself as "Alex."

He fell under her spell completely. He, the man of numbers and logic, was helpless against her effortless charm. To his eternal shame, he didn't even hesitate when she invited him back to her room. The elevator ride was a blur of anticipation. In her room, a suite far more luxurious than his own, they made out. Her kisses were demanding, her hands confident as they explored his body. He felt like a schoolboy, clumsy and overwhelmed. He fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, his hands trembling. He undressed her, his reverence growing with each layer he removed. She was all lean muscle and smooth skin.

It came to her panties. They were elegant black silk. As he reached for them, she pulled away with a small, enigmatic smile. "Allow me," she'd murmured, and hooked her thumbs into the waistband. She slowly slid them down her long legs.

Jack sat back down on the edge of the bed, his breath catching in his throat. He wasn't prepared for what he saw. As the silk cleared her hips, a huge, semi-erect cock unfurled from being bent backward between her legs. It was magnificent, powerful, and utterly unexpected. He jumped back in shock, his mind refusing to process the information. He just stared, his mouth agape, not sure what to do, what to say.

They looked at each other across the dimly lit room. There was no mockery in Alex's eyes, only a deep, searching intensity. Then, she did the last thing he expected. She slowly fell to her knees on the plush carpet. "Please," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Don't be angry, sir."

The word "sir" sent a thrill through him so potent it was almost frightening. It was a switch he hadn't known existed inside him, a sudden, intoxicating surge of power. She crawled towards him, her movements graceful and submissive, and pressed her lips to his shoes. She worked her way up his trouser leg, her hands caressing his thighs, before deftly unzipping his fly and pulling out his own rapidly hardening cock. What happened next was a revelation. The things she did with her mouth, the skill, the worshipful enthusiasm... Jack was amazed at how good it was, how completely she focused on his pleasure. She brought him to the very brink before pulling away with a soft 'plop', leaving him gasping.

She stood up, her own cock now fully hard, long and proud. Jack thought it was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. She walked to her suitcase, retrieved a pair of gleaming metal handcuffs, and then turned around, presenting her wrists behind her back. The gesture of total submission excited Jack even more than her mouth had. With fumbling hands, he cuffed her. The rest of the night was a blur of discovery, a journey into a realm of sexuality he had never imagined existed. He explored every part of her body, his inhibitions melting away with every passing hour. He tasted her cock, swallowed her semen, fucked her arse with a primal urgency he'd never felt before, and then, in the ultimate act of surrender, allowed her to fuck him. He loved his wife; he knew how beautiful she was. But this was something else entirely. That one night had changed his sexual path forever, leaving him with a secret appetite he had continued to indulge in again and again.