“Lover: End of an Affair”

Posted by tina on June 07, 20012 at 20:15:26:

“Lover: End of an Affair”
By tina

Sherry had a most marvelous birthday celebration. She had a wonderful lunch with her son, Zach who had actually picked up the tab. It concerned her that he had paid with a crisp fifty dollar bill but it was her birthday so there were no questions asked.
Dinner was equally delicious. Rachel, her daughter, had treated her to a scrumptious meal at the Ritz. It had not bothered Sherry in the least that Rachel had put the meal on the “family” tab.
Sherry had hugged Rachel good-bye when her birthday celebration took an unexpected turn. He had texted her the simple message “Happy birthday I’m in the penthouse”. The man in question was an airline pilot whom Sherry had met on a business flight to Hong Kong. Business had turned to pleasure when he had arrived at her hotel room with a bouquet of roses and a bottle of Dom Perijon. She saw him infrequently but often enough that she had given him a key to the penthouse apartment.
Jonathan was surprised when she had asked him to wait. “I’m meeting a friend at the penthouse.”
The chauffeur had replied, “Begging madams pardon but it is rather late.” Sherry had touched Jonathan’s cheek and smiled. “I won’t be a minute.”
Sherry had felt absolutely wicked as she returned to the limo. Jonathan held the door open and the tall blond slid into the backseat. She pulled her fur coat close as she nestled against the leather seat of the limo. Underneath the fur her body was naked except for her lace top stockings and the floral scarf around her throat.
“Hurry, Jonathan,” she called out as the man servant got into the front seat. “Yes, madam,” Jonathan had replied with polite disgust.
“If you hurry you might have time to be of service to my daughter later.”
The rest of the trip went by in chilly silence. There was not a word exchanged as Jonathan politely assisted Sherry from the rear of the limo. He watched the tall blond walk gracefully toward the front entrance of the luxury apartment complex. “Just glad I’m going to be in the arms of the most desirable Owens woman tonight,” Jonathan had thought as he turned away.
“Hello, George,” Sherry greeted the doorman with good cheer. George tipped his cap and told her it was always his pleasure to see her. As the statuesque blond walked toward the private elevator George wondered what she was wearing under the full length fur.
The door to the penthouse apartment was slightly ajar. This did not faze Sherry as she marched confidently into the apartment. “Hello, darling,” Sherry said as she stepped into the plush living room. He was at the window enjoying the extraordinary view of the city lights. As he turned towards her she let the coat fall open. She was amazed how quickly he was upon her. She was in his grasp and he deftly had her on her back. His tongue snaked between her brightly painted red lips. His silk dressing gown soon was parted and her fingers wrapped around his already stiffening cock.
His lips move to the side of her throat. “I’ve missed you so much,” she whispered as she guided his now erect dick into her already wet slit. She was always surprised at how aroused she got just thinking about having sex with a man. And of course this man was an especially good lover.
They quickly created the beast with two backs as they clutched each other tightly. Sherry’s nylon clad legs wrapped tightly around her lover’s waist as he drove his beautiful cock deeper and deeper into her receptive pussy. Time seemed to stand still as Sherry felt the first small orgasm ripple through her body. This wasn’t lovemaking but animal lust at its finest.
She was nearly exhausted from the passionate act when she had finally felt him cum.
“I wonder if anyone was ever fucked to death,” Sherry wondered as he finished. She could feel his huge cock quiver as her cunt milked his erection. She was lost in the sensation when she tried to tell him what a wonderful lover he was.
“That’s odd,” Sherry thought with sudden shock. She had been unable to speak and then realized she was unable to breath. She tried futilely to tell her lover she was in trouble when she saw his hands. The ends of her scarf had been clutched in his powerful hands.
“My lover is choking me with my scarf,” Sherry had realized in horror. The lovely blond had always secretly fantasized about being murdered during sex. On more than one occasion she had even pretended to be strangled on her bed as she masturbated.
“Darling, you’re choking me,” she had tried to tell him and was terrified when the words had escaped her lips as strangled gibberish. Her lungs had begun to burn and she was vaguely aware of her hands, curled into tiny fists, hitting softly against his bare chest. A voice from a long way off was talking about finding a new woman and being engaged and the wedding. The voice had said something about terminating the affair. The room was getting dark and her vision was blurred.
Sherry had felt her swollen tongue protruding from her bright red lips as she realized she was being terminated. Her hands, still curled into loose fists slowly fell away. Her lover had held the scarf tight as he watched the light dim from her bulging blue eyes. Oddly the eyes that stared vacantly up at him seemed no longer to be blue. She appeared to be sticking her tongue out at him which he had thought only appropriate given the circumstances. He finally bent and kissed Sherry’s cool cheek.
“Sorry, I knew this was the only way,” Sherry’s lover and killer said by way of apology.
He drove the rented car back to the airport. As he had waited for his flight he had called Jessica. She was a blond like Sherry but quite a bit younger. She had invigorated him from the first time he had been with her.
“My business was successful but took a little longer than expected,” he had told his new lover, “So I’m catching a later flight. Don’t wait up for me.”
Jessica had ordered him to wake her the minute he got back so they could make love. He had agreed with a smile.
“By the way, I’m bringing you a present,” the lover had told his new fiancé.
“No, you’ll have to wait. It’s a surprise,” had told Jessica when she asked what he was bringing. “You’ll have to close your eyes before I give it to you. I didn’t have time to have it gift wrapped,” he continued as he fingered Sherry’s scarf in his overcoat pocket. The lover could picture the scarf around Jessica’s lovely slender throat.