Spontaneous Combustion
written by:
Rhino

Spontaneous Combustion

The Spark that Ignited

Karen Mason's life had become embroiled in turmoil. Working conditions at GHI Industries had been chaotic for months now, with rumors of takeover and management change floating around. These circumstances motivated Karen to send out her resume, an action which opened a series of interviews with another company. She finally accepted a challenging position with a company in another state. The package they offered included paying for the move, a signing bonus, and a substantial increase in base pay with incentives above that.

So Karen focused on the task of getting her family ready to move. Her husband, Andrew, would keep the kids with him short term while putting the house up for sale. After a brief interlude, he would give notice at his work. Karen's new income was substantially higher than his, so his finding work after the relocation shouldn't create a sense of urgency.

The most difficult part of the transition for Karen was leaving her friends at work. The company atmosphere and opportunity there had become untenable, but her coworkers have always united and faced adversity together. They accomplished a lot in concert during her eight years there. The loyalty and camaraderie was tangible and her emotions were on edge.

Compounding her discomfort, all her friends and coworkers scheduled a going-away event. Karen hated goodbyes, and this one would be especially hard. So many people there at work had stood by her through many difficulties, through the birth of her two children, and through stressful times. They had been a support group for her when problems arose with Andrew, and they had supported her through the reconciliation. Now things in her personal life were better. The work environment suffered, but not because of her friends. They were great and Karen was grateful for them.

It was time. People were already gathering in the larger meeting room where there was food and drinks. Beth, Glenda, and Nancy stopped by to get her. "You ready?"

"Almost," Karen replied. She stood up and peered over the cubicle wall at her dear friend, Ronald Griffith. "Are you coming," she asked?

"I'll be there in a minute."

Karen left with her friends. Leaving Ron would be the hardest of all. Not only had they been co-workers and friends, they had collaborated on many projects together and had become quite a creative team. More than that, Ron had been there for her in unique ways. He was sensitive and intuitive in ways that she had never experienced before. He could anticipate her thoughts, finish her sentences, and see inside her soul. He was always a gentleman. Nearly ten years her senior, he nevertheless was contemporary, creative, and fun. When finances were stretched beyond her ability just prior to the birth of her youngest, Ronald and his wife, Sally, had provided a generous amount to tide the Mason family over. He never asked for anything in return and refused repayment, knowing that Karen's family couldn't afford to pay it back. "Someday you'll have the opportunity and ability to help someone else," he had said. "When you do, that'll be repayment enough." Karen instinctively knew she would never find such a compassionate, considerate, and generous friend again. That knowledge saddened her immensely.

As Karen entered, the room burst in to a cacophony of greetings punctuated with smiles and hugs. To her surprise and great pleasure Paul Harrison, the vice-president over the department, was there. Karen circulated around the room and greeted everyone. When that task was completed, Karen's boss, Randy Franklin, asked for quiet, and then gave a glowing oration about Karen and her many contributions to the company.

While Randy was talking Karen noticed that Ron had slipped in. She was pleased and felt relieved that he was there. She knew he was disappointed that she was leaving for he had told her so several times. At the same time he expressed happiness for her new opportunity. But Karen was concerned that Ron would avoid the occasion rather than suffer the reminder of his impending loss. Karen's heart melted at the thought of hurting her dear friend.

The speech ended. Randy asked Karen to say a few words. "Thank you, all of you, so much for your help and kindness through the years. We've accomplished a lot together. Any success credited to me could not have happened without you. There are many memories that I will take with me, but the ones I will treasure the most are the friendships I've made with each of you. I wish you well and know you will continue to do great things here. I hate leaving, but, as you know, I've been presented with a great opportunity. And your help has been a big reason this opportunity has come my way. Thank you, all of you, for everything you've done for me and my family. I wish only the best for each of you." Karen barely got the last words out as her voice was breaking. The applause covered for her.

Someone handed her a glass. Gratefully, she sipped it. Wine! Now that was unusual. They normally reserved alcohol for special occasions and celebrations. Karen felt very special right now, not that they were celebrating her departure, but that they were honoring her contributions. Her mouth was dry and she drained the glass. Soon another took its place.

So many people came up to her she lost track of time and of the number of glasses of wine she'd enjoyed. The room started to fade. She looked around and noticed that Ron was making his way toward the door. He had said very little to her here at the celebration. Mostly he'd just smiled and kept his distance. She didn't want him to leave. There was so much she wanted to say, but she couldn't think of anything coherent right now. As he slipped out of the door, Karen turned to Beth who was nearby. "I've got to slip out for a moment ... you know - the ladies' room. Here, hold my glass." Karen moved toward the door, greeting others as she made her way out of the room.

In the corridor, she looked for Ron. He was nowhere in sight. She swiftly moved to the corner, too swiftly. Her head began to swim, but there he was, walking away from her. "Ron," she called out softly.

Ron heard her voice. He was attuned to her. He turned to see her rushing toward him, unsteadily.

"You're leaving?" Karen questioned breathlessly as she reached him.

"Well, you were very busy. Everyone wants to see you. We'll have time later at our cubicles."

"No, I - I want to talk to you now." Karen leaned against the wall. What did she want to say? She didn't know. All the emotions of the day were welling up inside her. She knew she was about to cry. She glanced at the door. They were by the storeroom. She grabbed his hand, opened the door, and dragged him inside.

Ron was surprised at this. He flipped the light switch and recognized immediately that Karen wasn't thinking clearly. He could also see the tears brimming in her eyes, her glorious eyes. "Take it easy," he said.

Karen put her finger on his lips. "Sh-h-h," she said, looking deeply into his eyes. Suddenly she was overwhelmed with her thoughts and emotions. She loved this man. No, wait. She couldn't. She loved her husband, and she truly did. But the thought of losing her special relationship, the bond she had with Ron overwhelmed her at this moment. An image burst unbidden into her mind, an image of making love with Ron. That was not like her. From her perspective, nothing sexual had ever entered their relationship, yet suddenly she wanted him. She wanted him inside her. She wanted to seal the bond that had grown between them, despite the fact that she was leaving for another state and would likely never see him again. The fingers that shushed Ron lingered at his lips, and then her hand circled around his head and pulled his lips to hers in a tender embrace.

The tenderness lasted for a brief moment before passion ignited. Lips parted and tongues clashed.

When the kiss finally broke off, Karen looked lovingly into Ron's eyes. She steered him around to a nearby padded bench, pushing him down on the bench. Wide-eyed, Ron wondered, who was this woman? He recognized Karen, but her actions were foreign, completely out of character. She pushed him to his back on the bench and began tugging at his belt.

"Y-you don't have to do this," Ron protested.

Karen licked her lips and looked at him. Her first thought was ‘he's right.' What in the world was she doing? But the tingling lingering from their kiss and the desire to show Ron how much she cared won out. "Yes, I do," she said simply and emphatically.

"Then ... the door," Ron stammered.

Karen turned and looked at the door. Realizing what he meant, she quickly locked the door, and returned to Ron's side. It took her no time at all to fish out his cock. It was already stiff and the release from his trousers was a relief to Ron. "O-ooh, a nice one," Karen cooed, knowing how men liked to have their manhood admired. Not that she'd had a lot of sexual experience with men. She'd only had sex with her first husband and a couple of partners briefly between marriages before she met Andrew and with no one else since their marriage. Karen didn't hesitate to take Ron's phallus into her mouth. She lowered her head until his probe encountered her throat, then she bobbed her head up and down, pressing her lips against his cylinder. Her tongue swirled around his cock head as she tasted his masculinity. A musky aroma drifted through her nostrils. Her head bobbed up and down. Soon she was gasping as his probe at her throat repeatedly interfered with her breathing.

Ron was amazed at this unexpected turn of events. He watched with disbelief as her mouth engulfed his manhood. His own breathing quickened as she worked her magic. His fascination grew as she popped him out of her mouth and began tracing his length with her tongue. When her breathing stabilized, she returned his staff to her mouth, creating friction as she moved her head up and down. Ron noticed her wedding band on her left hand as she gripped him tightly. This was moving too fast for him. The unexpected encounter was taking a toll on him. He was acutely aware that they were at work. This was so unlike Karen. Ron couldn't fathom what had caused this, but he laid his head back and enjoyed her mouth on his cock. She was good. She was effective. He realized that he was going over the edge. He gasped and started to say something when they heard voices out in the hallway.

Karen stopped, intuitively realizing that Ron was close to orgasm. The voices brought her back realization that they were doing this at work. Recognizing that Ron was about to shoot off, her first thought was to swallow everything he offered, but she knew that some of his juices could spill on her clothes or on his. Quickly she stood and gathered her dress up about her waist. She straddled the bench and gripped Ron's manhood. Then she moved her panties aside, exposing her trimmed bush and moist pussy. Karen aimed his cock at her love canal. Looking at him, she hesitated, and then sank down, taking most of him into her. An involuntary moan escaped her lips. This felt so good.

Ron couldn't believe this was happening, but he did nothing to stop it. Though he had never seen Karen's pussy before, pussy was not an unfamiliar sight. When she sank down, he responded by thrusting upward. Soon he was deeply embedded within her. He reached up and grasped her breasts, though they were encased in a bra and covered by her dress. He sucked in his breath as she began rising and falling, bouncing up and down as she remained impaled on his pole. She was wet. Had she been thinking about this, planning this? She was tight, amazingly so for having borne two kids. She felt so good around him.

Her pace quickened and they struggled to maintain silence. Ron felt a familiar tingle and he knew he was about to shoot off inside her. He wanted to warn her, but he didn't dare make a sound. Karen smiled at him, nodding as she bounced up and down. Ron stiffened, launched his torso upward, and blasted his seed inside her. Karen ceased her bouncing and ground her body firmly against his, taking every drop he expended.

As the passion ebbed, Karen leaned down and laid her head on his shoulder. She was delighted that he continued to occupy her. This act sealed their incredible bond and left them with a precious shared memory as they would go their separate ways.

"Why?" Ron whispered in her ear.

"Because," Karen whispered back, "because you are so incredible, and you have been so good to me and my family." As her senses began to return, she realized what she had done. The fact that her friend's cock still packed her vagina provided ample evidence that she had actually done it.

More voices travelled the hall. The lovers remained immobile while the sounds faded. Ron's dwindling stalk gradually vacated the tunnel it had invaded. Karen shifted as it dropped out, and then dismounted from straddling the bench. She looked around for something to clean herself with, but found little that she was willing to use. Finally, she just re-situated her panties to cover the potential ooze.

Ron sat up. Karen leaned over and kissed him gently on the cheek. "I gotta run," she said. "I need to clean up before I see anyone. Thank you for being my friend." She straightened her dress, ran her fingers through her hair, and checked her lipstick in a nearby reflective surface. Ron pulled his pants back up, zipped his fly, and refastened his belt.

Karen stopped at the door to listen. Hearing nothing, she blew Ron a kiss, before swiftly exiting the storage room and heading straight to the ladies room. Ron sat there stupefied at what had just taken place. His friend and co-worker Karen, whom he had admired for years, had just given him a quick fuck. He could never have imagined that she would ever do that. The experience was so unexpected, purely spontaneous, and so incredibly fast. And now it was over and she was leaving town. He sat there for perhaps five more minutes, gathering his thoughts. Then he slipped out of the room and headed back to his cubicle.

It didn't take Karen long to clean herself and return to the room where the party was held. Beth handed her drink back to her, commenting, "I thought you had fallen in and we'd have to send a rescue party."

Karen smiled. If she only knew. She finished the drink. She needed that. Now that she was back at the celebration, Karen couldn't believe what she had just done. The whole incident had taken maybe ten minutes. She shook her head in wonderment at herself.

The room was not as full as when she left it as several were returning to their work. Others came up to say goodbye and to wish her luck. Karen felt dizzy. She wasn't sure if it was from the alcohol - she really didn't drink that much or that often. Perhaps it was from the stress of saying goodbye, or maybe it was from the encounter. She shook her head to clear the cobwebs and took a bite of cake to help absorb some of the wine.

Perhaps forty-five minutes later, Karen left with Nancy and returned to her cubicle. She didn't have any more serious packing to do. She had cleaned out her personal things earlier in the week. All she had left were work folders to give to different people who were picking up her assignments. The next half-hour she spent explaining project notes to Karen and Beth. She gave Steve files he would need and showed Glenda where some computer files were located on the network. While showing Glenda the files, she realized her focus was not sharp.

Ron noticed too, and came around to her cubicle. Glenda was smiling with a knowing look, but she surmised correctly that Karen had enjoyed too much wine. Ron winked at Glenda, "I don't think you should be driving home, Karen. You may be impaired. You might hurt someone, or even yourself, and that'd be no way to end your career here."

Glenda chimed in, "He's right, Karen. You should call your husband and have him come pick you up."

"I can't," Karen said. "He's watching the kids and I have the car."

"I'll take you home, then," Ron said. "I can bring Andrew back to get the car while you're watching the kids."

"I don't want to be a bother."

"Nonsense. You're no bother. We'd all rather have you safe and none of us will let you leave here in your present condition."

Karen was a little confused, but she knew she was feeling funny. Perhaps this was best. "Okay," she said. It seemed that, once again, Ron had worked everything out for her. He always took such good care of her. She would miss that.

Ten minutes later, Karen was saying her last goodbyes. She'd gathered the last of her stuff and Ron was carrying it for her. They went out together to his car. Soon they were mobile.

"Thanks for doing this," Karen said, her eyes closed.

"Thanks for what you did for me," Ron responded. He glanced over at her as she opened her eyes and looked back, realizing what he was talking about. It already seemed so long ago, almost like a dream that never really happened, but it had, and she still had dampness in her panties to verify that.

Karen didn't know how to respond and started to lamely say, "You're welcome," when she felt his hand on her knee. She looked at his hand, then at him.

"I don't know why you did what you did at work," Ron said, "but that was only a quick fuck. I think too much of you to let it go with that. You satisfied me, but you were not satisfied. We're going to finish what you started and do it right. We're going to make love, not just fuck."

Karen was amused. Ron never talked like that. "I'm fine," she said. "I don't need anything else. I just wanted to let you know that I appreciate all you've done for me all these years."

Ron smiled. "A simple 'thank you' would have been enough to satisfy me. You may be fine, but I'm not. I didn't ask for this, but you did it anyway. Now I want more, even if it's just one more time." He pulled into a motel. "You wait here and I'll get us a room."

Karen wanted to say 'no', but she didn't. Instead she sank back in the seat and closed her eyes while Ron went inside. Perhaps she dozed off because it seemed like just a minute or two later when Ron got back in the car and drove around to the back side of the motel, where the car would not be seen from the street. Soon he was opening the car door for her and helping her out. Karen followed him to the room, and went inside.

Now it was Karen's turn to feel awkward. She hadn't counted on this, but didn't know how to say 'no' now. After all, she had banged him just a few hours earlier. What difference would it make now? She turned around to face him. He gently put his arms around her and kissed her tenderly. Emotions flooded back and she gratefully returned his embrace. She felt his hands on her dress, fumbling with the buttons and realized that they could get completely naked here and they wouldn't have to rush like they did at work. She broke off the kiss and began to unbutton his shirt.

Soon her dress was on the floor, joined by his shirt. Karen stood there in her bra, slip, and panties and worked at unfastening his pants. Ron lightly traced the edge of her bra across her skin bringing goose bumps alive. She completed her task of opening his belt and fly. She kicked her dress away, dropped her slip, and discarded her shoes before reaching behind to unfasten her bra.

Karen let Ron remove her bra, suddenly embarrassed at standing there exposed before a man who, although a good friend, was not her husband. Ron inspected those breasts for the first time ever, tenderly teasing those luscious melons crowned with erect nipples. During their earlier encounter, Ron had witnessed only minimal nudity, but now she stood before him with her breasts exposed in all their natural glory. "You are beautiful, so very beautiful" he stated simply. Karen blushed with appreciation prior to stepping forward to kiss him.

Ron's hands roamed her back, circling ever closer to her panties. Karen's body tingled in anticipation as he caressed her. Their tongues tangled. She pressed her breasts against his bare chest. Then, as his hands slipped beneath her panties to cup each buttocks cheek, Karen dropped her hands to catch his pants and push them down.

They broke off the kiss to finish removing their garments, standing a few feet apart, watching each other inspect the naked body they faced. Ron noticed her neatly trimmed bush demurely concealing her damp pussy. Karen viewed his erect manhood rising from mossy dark pubic hair. She felt awkward, like a school girl. Tentatively she reached toward Ron's cock. "My, my," she said, pleased that she elicited a firm phallus despite Ron's recent release. "You're ready for more, and so soon."

"You are spectacular enough to get me ready," Ron replied, "but there's so much more I want to do with you."

Karen raised her eyebrows and gave him an impish grin. "Like what?"

"Like, I want to explore every inch of that magnificent body of yours. I want to turn you on in ways you haven't known before."

Karen's gaze returned to Ron's equipment, now throbbing in her grasp. "I'll bet you can," she retorted. "I believe you're bigger than I've ever had before." She didn't know if he really was, but there was a lot more of him sticking out beyond her grasp than she was used to. Besides, she knew from girlfriend discussions that men always like to hear that they are the biggest and best. It did feel good to have her hand wrapped around his firm manhood and it seemed so natural.

Ron grinned and guided her over to the bed. Karen sat on the bed, crossed her legs, and took Ron's tool into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the bulbous crown, before she licked the entire length of his shaft, tracing the pronounced veins. She recognized the lingering taste of their earlier union and that recollection intrigued her. Now she could take her time and let him cream wherever he would. She took her lips down the length of his shaft, kissing and licking the probe, swirling her tongue around its swollen head. Soon Karen's head bobbed back and forth, sucking enthusiastically as she acquired Ron's cock deep in her throat.

Ron recognized her talent and let her continue until he felt his buttocks and legs begin to tighten. That's when he refocused his attention from what she was doing to him toward what he could do to her. Oh, she continued caressing his manhood, bobbing her head back and forth, but now he reached out to her magnificent breasts and tweaked her nipples. Karen moaned her pleasure around Ron's cock as he manipulated her sensitive breasts. Gently he pushed her back on the bed. His cock popped out of her warm mouth as she flopped on her back. Ron crawled in beside her, his hands roaming her twin peaks, his fingers dancing lightly on her body. Soon his mouth covered one of those heaving protuberances, licking and suckling the teat while coating her mammary with his saliva. His fingers traversed her body down her slender waist toward the prize between her legs. He stopped in route to tease her belly button.

Karen giggled at his tickling tease and wiggled, clasping her hand to his head so she could hold him to her breast. Ron resumed his journey down her stomach toward her pelvic mound. As he closed on the target, he veered slightly, missing the brushy covering to encounter her leg. Karen spread that leg, an invitation for his fingers to migrate to her crevice. Ron ignored the opportunity, moving down the inside of her thigh toward her knee. She squirmed and panted, wanting to tell him to move back toward her treasure.

When Ron reached her knee, he retraced his path back up the inside of her thigh, closer to her treasure this time. Karen moaned and squirmed, trying to entice his fingers to journey to her honey pot. In writhing, she rolled her pelvis, lifting her bottom slightly. Ron's fingers danced across her mounds, skipped her gap, and started down her other leg. Karen loved the teasing because it made her more eager for release. She hadn't realized how tense she had become until Ron started caressing her most intimate places. Her legs trembled. Her breathing quickened. She was hot and she knew it.

Ron moved his mouth from one mountain to the other, kissing and suckling those breasts. Then, while his fingers inched back up her leg toward her prize, he traced the underside of her breasts with his tongue, moving steadily down her torso, toward her belly button. Karen gasped and writhed, enjoying the way he was playing her body. As she squirmed, Ron shifted his body so he could move his face down below her navel. Karen whimpered softly with anticipation as his tongue approached her lightly trimmed bush. He nuzzled her pubic hairs with his nose and took in the scent of her arousal. Her juices were flowing and both of them recognized it.

As Ron's face approached her vulva, Karen spread her legs wide, her invitation authorizing access to her treasure. When Ron's tongue hit her pleasure button, Karen gasped and her eyes opened wide. That's when she noticed the mirror on the ceiling. Her image stared back at her, legs spread wide as her left hand, the one with the wedding band on her finger, gripped the head between her legs. She felt disconnected from that image, but totally connected to the tongue that tormented her, teasing her torrid button.

Ron took his time, lapping at her tunnel, running the length of her valley, bringing moans, gasps, and finally screams from the beauty writhing beneath him. Karen's hips undulated, pressing upward against his nose and chin. Ron teased the folds of her labia and tormented her clit. Karen whimpered with pleasure. Her eyes fluttered, barely comprehending the image in the mirror showing her naked torso and her legs spread for the head between her legs. The tongue possessed by that head was, of course, the source of the enjoyment she was experiencing.

Karen felt a tingling building within the depths of her body. Ron's tongue travelled down her valley, but his finger flicked the engorged clit. Karen gasped and trembled, the fire within her building toward ignition. She was getting close. The magic tongue moved passed Karen's fuck hole. Ron's shoulders somehow applied pressure to her legs, rolling her legs and hips upward. In doing so, that talented tongue hit Karen's backdoor provoking more sparks to inflame her body. Her hips quivered. A volcanic eruption rumbled deep in her body, surging to the surface. She gasped, she grimaced, she cried out with passion as the fireworks exploded and waves of incredible pleasure swept over her body.

Karen's head tossed back and forth. Through half-closed eyelids, she took in the reflection of her orgasmic response revealed in the mirror above the bed. The image of heaving breasts as she gasped with pleasure lingered and blended with the vision of her hands clasping a head tightly between her wide-spread legs. She noted that those legs spasmodically twitched and quivered, occasionally rising in the air and creating a deeper valley at their apex.

Ron continued focusing on the epicenter of her ecstasy, producing immediate aftershocks that prolonged the intensity of her momentous orgasm. Karen wiggled, and she writhed, thrashing about as Ron's tongue continued to torment her. Continuous waves of pleasure washed over her body. She tingled all over. Finally she could no longer stand the teasing. Somehow she felt emptiness in her vagina that desperately needed to be filled. She pushed his head away from her scorching twat and begged him, "Fuck me now. Oh, gawd, fuck me now." Karen tugged at her lover, urging him to mount her immediately.

Ron moved to comply with her animated demand, crawling up her torso, kissing her stomach, lapping at her navel, slobbering and suckling her breasts, nipping at her neck, and smothering her lips with a passionate kiss. When their tongues tangled, Karen tasted some of her essence that he had lapped from her box. This intriguing flavor reminded her of the satisfaction his attention provided. Her attention turned to his patient journey up her body, which both excited and teased her. She felt overwhelmed with impatience and desire to have him penetrate her, but she loved what he was doing to her body. As he settled atop her Karen's arms wrapped around Ron's torso, grasping his back. He rested on his elbows and her breasts pressed against his chest.

Ron broke off the kiss. Lifting his head, he looked into Karen's eyes. He shifted his hips, raising them to reposition his instrument of pleasure. Instead of aligning that shaft at her entrance, he situated it along her crevice where it applied pressure, crushing her clitoris. That action ignited sparks in her clit, still tender from her recent sizzling orgasm. She gasped with delight at the sensation. Her eyes twinkled their approval and a smile of satisfaction creased her enchanting face. Ron shifted his hips causing his phallus to rub her tender, sensitive valley. She cooed her pleasure and appreciation of his technique. Still, she wanted him inside her. She started to reach down to grasp his cock and guide it into her love canal.

"Wait. Let me," Ron hissed. But instead of repositioning his cock, he continued the friction against her valley, adding to the pleasure emanating from her tender clit. Tiny, intense bursts of excitement and pleasure radiated from her pubis through her hips and down her thighs. Her legs trembled. Additional bursts branched out from her breasts, sending thrills and chills all over her body. She felt another orgasm building, and still she wanted him embedded in her.

"Please, fuck me now," she pleaded. Even as she uttered that plaintive request, she recognized that Ron was bringing her pleasure beyond her experience and expectations. His patient attentiveness was wildly erotic. At the same time she wondered at her own impatience. Usually she was the patient one with her husband and occasionally grew frustrated at his rush and over exuberant eagerness. Yet here was a dear man, stretched out on top of her with skin to skin contact at each of her pleasure points bringing her continuous pleasure and she was impatient to have him invade her womb. She peered over his shoulder at the image of his nude backside hiding her own nakedness except for her outstretched legs. Her right hand rested on Ron's hip and her left hand showing her wedding band rested between his shoulder blades. His exposed buttocks moved erotically and rhythmically, continuing the motion and pressure on her receptive and responsive valley.

Responding to her request, Ron raised his lower torso, abandoning the pressure against her vulva. Simultaneously, he lifted his head from beside her ear and again gazed into her eyes. These actions permitted his erect probe to navigate the crevice in Karen's pussy and stage itself at the opening of her love channel. There Ron paused as he continued to examine Karen's countenance. He nudged his hips forward slightly, allowing the bulbous head to enter Karen's nook. He halted there.

Karen gasped and groaned. "Yes-s-s-s," she hissed. "Hurry and fuck me. Fuck me hard." She tugged at his hip to urge him further into her.

Ron obliged by sinking several inches into her before retreating. He watched her while he performed this maneuver. She moaned softly, closing her eyes to enjoy the sensation, but gasped and opened her eyes when he withdrew. "No-o-o-o" she moaned. "Fuck me hard." She reached down to his hips with both hands to pull him back into her. The image in the mirror on the ceiling revealed an edge of frustration on her face.

Ron allowed her to pull him back in, this time sinking further into her snatch. He wasn't worried about finishing too soon - the earlier session had taken care of that worry. Instead, he was interested in prolonging the encounter and maximizing Karen's pleasure.

She moaned with satisfaction as his penetration probed deeper into her box. She twisted her lower torso upward to match his thrust and take more of him. Her legs flayed against his hamstrings. "Yes-s-s," she whispered. "Now fuck me, fuck me. Pound your delicious cock into me." Where did she get this language, she wondered? She never talked to her husband that way.

Ron rammed into her deeply, eliciting a satisfied intake of breath from her. He rocked in and out of her, maintaining a steady pace as she shrieked encouragement to him. He lifted himself above her torso so he could watch the rhythmic pumping he wreaked into her pussy.

Karen loved each penetrating thrust. They smashed into her still tender clit, returning her to the brink of orgasm. Ron's persistent delay contributed to her impending explosion. He steadily pumped his piston into her. This was what she wanted and she verbalized her endorsement, whimpering and panting as a volcanic explosion simmered just beneath the surface. She launched her lower body upwards, maintaining the deep penetration she craved, hoping to drain his essence and capture his seed when he launched into her.

Ron maintained a steady pace, refraining from a frantic fucking that would hasten the conclusion of this lovemaking session. He recognized that she was near another climax, so he slammed into her to torment her g-spot.

Karen's eyes flew open and she screamed with satisfaction as an unexpectedly spectacular eruption launched from her pleasure button that Ron had just hammered. Her whole body exploded. She bucked and fucked him, pitching her pelvis up his rigid stalk. Ron ceased all his activity and allowed her to bounce her body between him and the bed. She unwrapped her legs from him, placing them on the bed so she could heave her hips, smashing against his body as she rode his cock. The orgasmic outburst wracking her body animated Karen. She recoiled into the bed like a corkscrew, screaming like a banshee, and springing upward against Ron's rigid body. The intensity of her orgasm pitched Ron off of her. She howled at the loss of the plug in her vagina and scrambled over him like a mad woman. Her body shuddered and quaked in response to the massive orgasm she enjoyed.

Ron was unceremoniously dumped on the bed beside her. When she scrambled on top him, he thought she was a woman possessed, but as her orgasm subsided, she snuggled next to him, panting and purring. Ron dared not to move. His proud and erect cock stood tall, wavering majestically toward the quivering beauty draped over him.

As Karen gathered her wits, she noticed Ron's erection at full strength. "Oh, my goodness," Karen exclaimed. "I haven't properly taken care of you!" She gripped his cock and moved her face to embrace it. She enjoyed the taste of her own juices coating him combined with the pre-cum oozing from his cock thanks to his efforts. Her own body adjusted to the warm afterglow of subsiding passions created by a series of escalating and magnificent orgasms. The passing of time was not on her mind, only the residual pleasure she retained and her interest in providing Ron satisfaction, especially considering how well she felt that he had serviced her. She shifted and got on her hands and knees beside him. "Come and take me from behind," she urged. "I'd like you doggy style."

Ron relocated behind her and aimed his phallus at her love tunnel. He placed his cockhead at the entrance and shoved in just enough to hide the bulbous tip inside her.

"O-o-o-oh, yes," Karen murmured her approval. "Now fuck me hard!" she commanded. She rested her head on the bed and gripped the covers awaiting the impending invasion. She caught a glimpse of the scene in the mirror attached to the dresser. It showed her pert ass perched high in the air with Ron's pole connecting them. She wasn't normally stimulated by visual, being more of a tactile person, but this sight was definitely erotic for Karen. She felt a thrill of the illicit encounter that had already brought her so much pleasure. Now her body anticipated more.

Ron also noticed the image in the mirror and he paused to let it register in his memory. He gripped her hips and started his incursion, slowly. When he was buried in her to the hilt, he withdrew almost completely. Karen moaned in response. Ron shoved in again, a little faster this time. More moans of approval. Soon Ron was rocking in and out with a steady rhythm punctuated by Karen's gasps and moans. Both sets of eyes watched the action in the mirror, enjoying the show.

Karen enjoyed the methodical foray that penetrated deeply into her. She considered his staying power nothing short of amazing. Even more astonishing to her was her body's reaction. The tingling between her legs spread to her buttocks and signaled the possibility of yet another orgasm, a surprising, mind-boggling prospect. She had enjoyed occasional multi-orgasmic love making sessions before, but could not remember one as intense and durable as this one. Her gasping and whimpering became cries of pleasure, and then screams of delight as her long-time friend and newfound lover pummeled her, pushing her back to the brink.

Encouraged by her cries of pleasure, Ron's intensity increased and the pace quickened. Soon the velvety friction on his phallus began taking its toll and warnings became evident that he was nearing his own climax. "I'm coming," he gasped. "Almost ready to shoot off. Where do you want it?"

"G-go a-ahead and fill me with your c-cum," Karen panted. "Shoot off inside me." She was surprised at the warning, but didn't think anything more about it. She was going over the edge herself as he stiffened and plunge deep inside her, flooding her with his issue. Amazingly the knowledge that she was satisfying her lover took Karen over the top again and she took pleasure from one more orgasm. Their bodies shook together as each participant gasped and sucked air. Karen shuddered with pleasure, and then collapsed on the bed, falling forward and disengaging their docking.

Ron gazed at Karen's naked body curling up before him. His own body swayed from the loss of connection. He glanced down at his dwindling manhood, that instrument that had so powerfully linked their two bodies just moments before. It swayed limply, with mixed juices from the two lovers drooling down the elongated shaft. Ron eased down onto the bed next to Karen. He draped his arm around her in a reassuring action. She snuggled up against his body in a spoon-style fashion. Ron cupped a breast and began a gentle manipulation.

"Mm-m-m, that's nice," Karen purred her contentment.

Ron squeezed her breast gently and replied, "This whole thing has been nice. I'm going to miss you. I wish we could have started doing this years ago."

"Years ago wouldn't have worked," Karen responded. "I'm really not like this, and didn't want, wouldn't want to start up or carry on an affair. I really do love my husband and always intended to remain faithful to him. It's just that ..." she paused, "well, it's just that you have always been so nice and helpful to us, especially when we needed it. Somehow I wanted to let you know how much you have meant to us, to me. This seemed like the best way I could let you know how deeply I feel about you and what you've done for me and my family."

Ron kept silent for a few moments. He leaned over and kissed her softly on the neck. "I like you and your family. I was happy to have been helpful. I loved this, but you didn't have to go to this extreme to let me know. I'm glad you did, of course, and would want to do it again and often. You and Andrew moving across country have effectively squelched that possibility."

Karen smiled and turned her head toward him. She couldn't quite see his eyes. "I know that our move ends this ... well, prevents it from happening again. Perhaps that was one reason I was willing to do this. I don't know. I wanted to do this because I feel so close to you and am so grateful. But I didn't want to do this if more was expected. This seemed to be the best way and the best time."

"So you planned to do it?"

"Not really. I thought about it, certainly, but I never saw how it could happen. Then today it just did. It's been kind of, well, spontaneous combustion between us today, hasn't it? Of course, I thought it was over when we did it at work. I didn't plan on or expect to make love with you in a motel. I'm glad we did, though. You are a great lover."

Ron smiled at her. "Spontaneous Combustion. Now that's a nice description of what we shared today. You certainly lit my fire."

"And you lit my fire as well." Karen smiled approvingly.

"I'm glad you discovered that I'm a good lover. I hope we get to revisit it sometime."

Karen stirred out of his embrace. She sat on the bed cross-legged and looked down at him. "I think I said ‘great lover.' But you know this can't happen again," she said. "This has been wonderful, unexpectedly so, but I can never do it again. Besides, it would be impossible, given the distance between our locations. We will just have to live with the memory of today's spontaneous combustion." Ron stared at her soppy pussy covered with his juices. Karen followed his gaze. "Oh, my," she said. "You certainly are potent. You've created quite a mess. I need to get cleaned up so I can go home. What time is it anyway?"

Just then a cell phone went off. Karen recognized it as hers and scrambled out of bed to retrieve it from her purse. Ron watched her casual nudity as if it were normal for them. Karen glanced at the incoming number, knowing already that it was from her husband, Andrew. "Hello, Andrew. What can I do for you?" She glanced over at Ron and immediately felt awkward that she was talking to her husband while standing nude before Ron with his love juice in and on her.

"Where are you?" Andrew asked. Ron, of course, could not hear this half of the conversation.

"Uh, Ron and I stopped to, uh, get some coffee. I'm afraid I drank too much at the going away party they threw for me. He's bringing me home."

"I see. What about the car?"

"Well, Ron will take you back to get it. We loaded it up, but they wouldn't let me drive." Karen looked back at Ron. He moved to the edge of the bed and sat up, apparently getting ready to dress so they could leave. At least that's what Karen assumed.

"Okay, that'll work," Andrew said. "Uh, when do you think you'll get here? I have the kids. You'll need to watch them while I retrieve the car."

Karen surveyed the room, mentally deciding how long it would take to get dressed and be ready to leave. "Um, we're almost finished here. Maybe a few more minutes, but I need to, uh, refresh myself before we get on the road again." She hoped he interpreted that as a bathroom break, which, of course, she needed. Only she needed it to clean up instead of relieve herself. She noticed Ron reaching out to her. She offered him her free hand and allowed him to pull her to the edge of the bed, where he caressed her breast. She started to push him away, but was titillated by the outrageousness of talking to her husband while standing naked with her lover playing with her breasts.

"That sounds like a plan." Andrew replied, oblivious to Karen's distraction and sudden intake of breath. "Just get here when you can. I'll see you then. I love you."

With his free hand, Ron rubbed Karen's well-lubricated pussy, engaging her tender clit. Karen jolted as an electric charge thrilled her. She involuntarily and suddenly sucked in air just as she replied into the phone, "O-oh I love you, too." Immediately she disconnected the call. Panting, she backed away from Ron. "You, you, you are incorrigible!" A smile played about her lips. "How could you do that to me while I was talking to my husband?" Her tone indicated an artificial outrage.

"I don't know," Ron teased back. "You seemed to like it."

Karen moved away from him toward the bathroom. "I did like it," she reassured him. "But I've got to get cleaned up. We need to get going." She glanced at the time on her cell phone. "My goodness," she exclaimed. "We've been here nearly two hours."

"And you loved every minute of it," Ron added.

"Yes I did," Karen confirmed. "Every minute, but we need to move fast. I must get cleaned up. I can't go home like this, with your cum all over me. I need to take a quick shower."

"I'll join you," Ron said, following her.

Karen really didn't want him to slow her down, but she didn't know how to say ‘no' in this situation. "Okay, but don't slow me down, and don't get my hair wet. I won't be able to explain wet hair or control how it will look after getting wet."

They climbed into the shower together. Ron took care to help her prevent getting her hair wet. He helped soap her down, paying special attention to her breasts, her pussy, and her ass. Karen loved the attention, and returned the favor, cleaning his cock. Their dalliance in the shower took longer than she wanted or expected, but she admitted to herself that it was a satisfying conclusion to their adventure.

They toweled each other off. Karen wrapped a towel around her body and retrieved her lipstick. Ron tugged at the towel so it fell away, revealing her nudity. She put a hand on her hip and shook a finger at him, but left the towel on the floor as she finished applying makeup. He followed her back into the room where they retrieved their clothes. That's when Karen noticed that Ron's erection was growing. ‘Men are incurable,' she thought. ‘How can he do that so fast? He's older than either of my husbands and they couldn't do that even on our honeymoons.' "Come here," she commanded, sitting on the bed. She crossed her legs. As he approached her, she reached out with her left hand and gripped his emerging cock. She drew him to her lips and planted a lipstick-rich kiss on his cock, then sucked it vehemently.

It is an understatement to say Ron was surprised by Karen's action. He believed her when she said they had to leave soon. He was just teasing to prolong their time together as much as possible. He certainly did not expect to experience her sucking his cock again with such enthusiasm. He was particularly impressed with her expertise. She took him deeply, tickling her nose in his pubic hair. Ron always felt that his wife was a good cock sucker, performing that function with suitable gusto and effectiveness. But Karen was taking that skill to levels that Ron had never before experienced. He reached down to caress a breast. Immediately she brushed his hand away and reached forward to fondle Ron's ball sac. She did so gently, but that definitely got his attention. His cock was improving to full rigidity, an accomplishment that surprised both participants, but did not dissuade Karen from her pursuit.

Two minutes passed, yet Karen maintained her undertaking. Three minutes passed. Ron felt an urge building deep within his balls. Karen's head bobbed back and forth. Her lips applied pressure to his tubular probe. Her tongue swirled about his cockhead. She created suction on his shaft. Four minutes of focused efforts produced results. "G-get ready," Ron stammered. "I'm coming." Karen renewed her efforts and increased her intensity. Ron's first spurt hit the back of her throat. She gulped it down and kept her efforts going. Ron gasped and jerked as he shot more of his essence into her mouth. Karen eagerly swallowed, not wanting to get messy again.

Ron watched Karen as she licked his semi-rigid cock clean. When she completed the task and smiled up at him, he pushed her back on the bed. Karen held her legs tight together when Ron tried to spread them. "No," she said. "I don't want to have to clean up again. We need to get moving and get me home. Andrew is expecting us and I don't want to show up with your cum in me and all over me."

"I don't have any more cum in me. You just sucked me dry. I want to feel you around me one more time. This won't take long."

Karen relaxed her legs and allowed them to be spread apart. "And I want to feel you inside me one more time. But we do need to hurry." Karen noticed that he was not fully rigid, but was firm enough to penetrate her recently drilled hole. She guided him to her love canal and crooned as he penetrated her. "Oooh, that's nice," she said as he sank deeply into her.

"Y-yes, it is," Ron responded as he moved in and out, enjoying the velvety softness surrounding his semi-rigid cock. "I want to remember this forever," he said as he leaned down to kiss her tenderly.

"Mm-m-m-m, me too," Karen responded when he broke off the kiss.

Ron plunged deeply into her one last time. As he rolled off of her and evacuated her love channel he said, "Thank you for this. Thank you for indulging me even when you wanted to go. We can get dressed now."

Karen stretched, leaving her legs wide-spread as she responded with a simple, "You're welcome. It has been perfect - a fabulous memory to share." She rolled over and crawled out of bed.

The two of them scrambled around the room, retrieving and donning their clothing. Ron watched her as she dressed even while he was putting his own clothes on. He noticed that she saved her panties for last. When she started to put them on he said, "Don't put them on. Let me have them as a souvenir."

Karen looked at him as if he was from outer space. "I can't go home without panties on and reeking of sex. Besides, I haven't been able to clean all of your cum out of me. I expect to be leaking all the way home. I need those panties to try and contain that leakage. Otherwise I will spot my dress and that would be hard to explain."

Ron shrugged. "Just a thought," he mumbled.

Soon they were on the road. Fifteen minutes later they pulled up at Karen's house. She touched Ron's arm and smiled at him. "Thanks again for everything." In a flash she was out of the car and moving toward the front door. Ron got out more slowly and followed at a distance. He could detect no evidence of leakage on the back of her dress and he looked carefully.

Andrew met them at the door with the toddler in his arms. He handed the baby to Karen and shook Ron's hand. "Thanks for helping, for bringing Karen home. I understand she was in no condition to drive."

"Glad to help," Ron replied. "I think she's better now after coffee." He exchanged a quick glance with Karen. She nodded approval and kissed Andrew - just a married peck of greeting. She turned and greeted her older daughter and moved on into the house.

"We can get going if you like," Ron offered. "I'll take you right to her car. It's pretty well loaded down with her stuff from the office."

"That's great. Let me get my keys and I'll be right there." Andrew turned to tell Karen he was leaving. She called back to him, acknowledging the information. Andrew closed and locked the door behind him. Soon he and Ron were on the way to the office.

Karen watched from the window as Ron's car moved on down the street. Before it was completely out of sight, she turned to her five-year old. "Mommy needs your help," She told her daughter. "Mommy needs you to play in your room and watch your baby sister."

"But why, Mommy?"

"Because Mommy needs to change clothes. I've worked in these clothes all day. You want me to be comfortable, don't you?"

"Yes, Mommy. I guess so."

Karen settled the two children in the play room and dashed upstairs, pealing garments as she went. In the master bathroom, she immediately douched herself, thinking that this whole spontaneous event had been a wonderful, delightful experience, but a mistake. She wanted to wash away that misstep and get on with life. When her immediate task was finished, she put on fresh underclothes, a loose-fitting blouse, and baggy pants. She gathered up the clothes she had worn to work along with a few other garments in the laundry basket and headed downstairs to the laundry room. She started a wash cycle, feeling satisfied that she had sufficiently covered her tracks. Feeling better, and still basking in the afterglow of the very satisfying sexual encounter, she returned her attention to her children. She played with them until Andrew returned.

Later, when the laundry cycle completed, Karen swiftly put the clothes away. As an afterthought, she retrieved the panties she had worn that day, the ones Ron had been so interested in keeping. She put them in a separate place in the drawer.

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During the twenty minute drive downtown Ron and Andrew talked mostly about Andrew's plans and job prospects. Ron provided suggestions for a resume and offered to review Andrew's. They shared ideas and a few memories of different encounters. The one Andrew was most comfortable with was the memory of Ron and Sally coming over and babysitting the kids so Andrew and Karen could have a ‘real date.' Andrew expressed his appreciation for that again as he had when the event occurred. Ron reassured him that he and his wife had really enjoyed the kids and would have done it more if asked. Andrew thanked him with sincerity then returned the conversation to his immediate plans.

Ron was already familiar with the general plan, but listened politely as Andrew covered the ground again for him. Before long, Ron pulled into the parking garage and located Karen's car right where they had left it. They got out and stood by the car to say their goodbyes. There was an awkward moment of not knowing exactly what to say. Ron started to offer his hand in a parting handshake, but Andrew stepped forward into Ron's space and initiated a hug. It was a masculine hug, nothing more. "Thank you so much for all that you have done for me and my family," Andrew said to Ron. "You been a good friend to us, helping us with the babies and all, and I wish there was something I could do to show my gratitude."

Ron was taken aback by this, but returned the embrace, patting Andrew on the back. "That's okay," Ron replied. "I've enjoyed being able to help and the relationship and friendship has been great. We love your kids, Sally and I, and you and Karen ... well, Karen is very special. I've enjoyed working with her. She makes the job easy, fun, and rewarding. It has been an exceptional experience to spend time with her. You are a very lucky man. Take good care of her ... and the kids, of course." They parted with the handshake. Andrew got into Karen's car and adjusted the seat. Ron thought that action was appropriate. Andrew would readjust Karen to their comfortable relationship, and Ron would enjoy the memory of an incredible encounter of Spontaneous Combustion.

Author's note: This was an appropriate place to end the story, and I originally intended to do so, but there is so much more to tell. I know that some readers disdain longer stories, so if you belong in that group, this would be a good place to end. I do hope you will return later and discover what the future holds for our characters in the episodes to follow. You just might be surprised at some of their future events. If you are impatient to learn where this relationship goes, then grab a cup of coffee and settle down for more of the story in the next installment. But hang in there. It turned out to be incredibly long - but one that really told itself.