Valentines day – Without you

Too many Valentine’s Days had passed and the long-promised call of “I’m here Jimmy, come pick me up” had never occurred. He was both blessed and cursed with having found his soul mate. She was filled with passion and desire and the one woman who could ignite his full passion but never could complete the cuckold of her husband.

He decided it was probably a good night to keep busy and push the sadness aside as far as possible. Avoiding the computer, he knew he was also avoiding the half empty feeling left by even the best of sex chat or erotic stories. James decided to put on a t-shirt, loose gray shorts and clean out drawers, while listening to LOUD rock music. Steady activity seemed the best defense tonight against the growing sexual gloom. He knew a movie, either an action or XXX porn, would just make being alone even more apparent.

The tight sounds of Jethro Tull made the walls shake throughout the house. The thin cotton shorts provided scant support for his thick cock swinging free and probably going to waste, yet again tonight.

Visiting his den, once the center of their marathon sex chatting, James surveyed how it was now only used for storage. The wall size monitor, leather gaming chair, keyboard, surround sound speakers and microphone all flashed vivid memories of her on full display as they masturbated together to very wild climaxes. James soon found himself holding a box that he had stuck away one night after a sad sweep of his den. Slightly larger than a cigar box, this metal, Led Zeppelin boxed set, container had served to save the small things that had touched his life. Not a regret box as much as a path never fully taken box. He had not thought to seek it out, but it did appear he was inexpiably drawn to it.

Opening the box, he quickly found himself looking at the few pictures she had allowed him to take of her. Never a picture of them together, that had been her firm rule. Jean had refused any evidence of their love affair. But he did have his memories to fill in the missing details.

James smiled as he looked at the picture of Jean with her short sandy hair, wearing her tight white jeans and white full neck sweater and flat sandal shoes. He remembered her soft pink lipstick contrasted with her brightly painted red toes. She looked so innocent, almost virginal, in that picture. He smiled knowing she had never noticed that the back of an upscale hotel room door was plainly visible showing the room rate and check-out time of noon. Her smile beamed back at him, almost a dare not to love her. The thousand he had spent on that one afternoon, for only the 90 minutes she had free, was well spent. He had often thought of this picture as his favorite “before” picture.

With a surge of desire that made his cock twitch at the edge of his shorts James thought “Yes, this was just before our first kiss and when we first made love.”

Jean had knocked softly on the hotel room door. She had never been in such a hotel as this let alone with another man since her marriage. The drive to the hotel was filled with an inner struggle. Her Lit-erotica num de plume “Passionate” had a heated argument with her pigtailed Jeannie, the good girl self. Even as she again knocked, a little harder on the door, an inner voice, born of her catholic upbringing, cried out for her to run before he had a chance to open the door.

“Hello” James greeted her with a wide smile. His deep DJ voice beckoned her out of the hallway as he bowed and gestured for her to come in. His voice alone had made her cum many times when they chatted online.

“Oh, Hi, Thank you” Jean stumbled for the words knowing she was crossing one serious line as she crossed the door threshold to enter the room. As James closed the door, she quickly scanned the large study area, with an adjacent room filled with a king bed and what liked like a hot tub.

Teasing him Jean tried to break her nervous tension “You could not find anything more UPSCALE for our first date?”

When James in silence did not respond to her obvious joke she just stood there, her smile tight almost forced.