Embers Ignited Pt. 01

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My fortieth birthday started out very well.

I woke to feelings of intense sexual pleasure. My eyes focused, and I looked down to see the blanket pulled back, my cock in my wife’s mouth. I admired her as she bobbed gently up and down, her jaw-length straight blonde hair swinging lightly with the movement. She wasn’t naked, clad in her usual sleeping outfit of a loose-fitting white tee shirt and black boy shorts, but her uninhibited tits swayed back and forth in time with the motions of her head, and I let out an involuntary groan. She stopped, her blue eyes flashing up to my face, and she slowly removed her mouth from my cock.

“Good morning, darling,” she smiled at me. Her hand continued stroking me slowly.

“Mm, ‘morning babe.” I groaned back. “This is a hell of a wakeup.”

“It’s your birthday!” she licked the tip. “I thought I should make it special.”

“Mission accomplished,” I sighed, as she took me back in her mouth and resumed her tempo. Within a few minutes, I felt my orgasm approaching. “Fuck, Sarah, I’m gonna cum…”

She pulled her mouth away and jerked me rapidly, sending me over the edge as streams of warm cum shot across my belly and chest. She laughed softly as my spasms subsided, admiring her handiwork. “Wow! What a big load!”

I relaxed back into the mattress and sighed contentedly. She stood and stretched her lithe body. At 38, she still looked fabulous. Spin class and regular gym sessions treated her well. She turned and saw me watching her, and smiled before taking a towel from the hamper and tossing it to me. “You get cleaned up, and I’ll go make breakfast.” She left the room and shut the door, and I relaxed for a few moments, letting my eyes close. I drifted slowly towards sleep again before the tickle of rivulets of cum beginning to make their way down my sides towards the bedsheet snapped me back. I wiped my torso clean with the towel and stood up, tossing it into the hamper again.

I stood in the shower and let the hot water wash my sleep away. Forty didn’t feel that different from thirty nine, which didn’t feel that different from thirty eight. Cumulatively, though, my knees crackled a little louder than they used to, and the deep muscle aches of a workout hurt more and longer. Still, I kept in pretty good shape all the same, and I felt a general sense of pride as I toweled myself dry in front of the mirror. Instead of the shredded physique of a 25 year old, I had the angular bulk of late adulthood. I spent enough time at the gym to be worth it, and my work as a contractor made up for the rest. “Not bad for forty,” I thought to myself, before frowning at the gray dappling my hair and beard more than yesterday, somehow.

I met Sarah in the kitchen with a kiss on the cheek. “Finally, you’re up!” She playfully smacked my ass. There was a plate of food on the table, eggs over easy, bacon, toast, a side of cantaloupe. I grunted in appreciation. “What’d I do to deserve all this?” She was wiping the counter down. “I’m fattening you up to eat you.” “If that goes anything like it did in bed this morning, I won’t struggle!” I said between bites. She winked at me and closed the dishwasher.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Consider it a preview of tonight. Unfortunately, I won’t be able to make your dreams come true until late, though. I’ve got five showings today, and two of them are after you get off work.”

“The life of a kept man,” I sighed, dramatically.

As a successful real estate agent, she made just a bit more than I did, but we joked about it anyway. She picked up her purse and kissed me on the cheek. “Speaking of, I’ve got to run. Don’t work too hard today, it’s your birthday.” With the jangle of keys, she was out the door. I finished my plate as the sound of her car receded and silence filled the kitchen, then deposited it into the sink, ready to get on with the day.

I’d made the decision the night before to treat myself to a late start at work, so I hit the gym for a workout. Ten minutes to warm up, forty five minutes of weight lifting, followed by twenty on the treadmill.

As I was running, I noticed a yoga class in session in the glassed-in room across from the bank of treadmills. I tried not to be too obvious as I snuck occasional glances at the women stretching and bending on their mats. “Nobody goes to the gym to get creeped on,” I thought to myself. Still, the instructor caught my eye. I couldn’t see her face well from my angle, but I could see her body.

She looked to be about 5′ 5″, with wider hips and a round ass that filled out her grey yoga pants exceptionally well. Her shoulders were nicely toned, and the tentacles of an octopus tattoo swirled around her upper left arm. A wavy mess of auburn hair was tied back in a loose ponytail that revealed another tattoo at the base of her neck, this one a single star. I could see the muscles of her back working as she clasped her hands in front of her, her elbows wide. She stretched tall, then folded and bent low, her hands dropping gracefully to her bare feet gaziantep escortları like falling leaves. She looked so familiar to me.

Suddenly, the treadmill began to grind loudly. I started and caught myself as I realized I’d lost my pace and was about to fall off the back end. Catching up, I gave a sheepish glance around me, but no one seemed to have noticed. I focused on the readout in front of me and continued my run.

After I’d finished, as I was wiping down the machine, a cheery voice called out from behind me. “Hey, Chris!”

I turned. The yoga instructor stood before me. Recognition dawned on me.

“Cassie? No way!”

She grinned perfect teeth at me. “How are you?”

We’d worked together at my last job, five or six years ago. She was a kid then, barely old enough to drink. Still, she was mature for her age and easy to get along with, and we’d developed a friendship. She had a flirtatious manner that sometimes made me wonder if she had a little work crush on me, and I’d taken care to keep my responses friendly and neutral, despite her good looks. What was harmless flirting from her might not be so harmless coming from me, more than ten years her senior and married. As I looked at her now, I could see that she’d only gotten more attractive in her mid twenties, and I realized that I was, again, staring.

“Me? I’m great!” I wrenched my eyes away to toss the paper towel in the trash can.

“You look great! It’s been, what, five years?”

I decided it was safer to ignore the compliment.

“Yeah, something like that. What are you up to these days?”

She gestured widely around her. “This. Mostly. I teach five days a week. Do you usually work out here?”

“Yeah, but not in the morning. I’m going in late today for my birthday.”

Her face widened into that grin again. It was warm and genuine. “Hey, that’s right! Happy birthday!”

I couldn’t help but smile back. Hers was infectious.

“I’m done here for the day, do you have time for a bite to eat? My treat, birthday boy.”

I looked down at my watch and sighed. “Wish I did, but I really have to get going.”

Disappointment flashed across her face. “Too bad. Well, what about tonight, then? We could get a drink and catch up, if you’re not busy.”

“Actually, I-” I suddenly remembered that Sarah would be working late tonight. The thought of sitting at home alone waiting for her suddenly seemed intolerable. “…I think I could do that.”

Cassie’s face brightened up again. “Great! I’ll leave my number at the front desk for you. Send me a text, and we’ll work it out!” She reached out and lightly touched my arm with her fingers before starting off towards the womens’ locker room. “It’s so good to see you. I’ll catch you later tonight!”

I waved and watched as her perfect ass retreated from view down the hallway, then shook my head to myself and sighed. “Easy, Chris.”

My workday breezed by quickly enough. I visited the upcoming jobsite of what would be a fairly extensive remodel and went over the paperwork with the homeowners.

They were newlyweds, clearly well off and excited to begin a new life together. The passion of their young love was apparent in the way they looked at and touched each other, and I was surprised to feel the barest tinge of envy. I reasoned with myself that the enduring love of my 16 year marriage to Sarah did feel worn and comfortable, and, while most of the time that was a blessing, sometimes I missed the thrill of a new relationship. I tried not to connect that reasoning with the slightly giddy anxiousness I was experiencing about my upcoming rendezvous with Cassie. We were, after all, just old colleagues meeting up for a drink. Still I had to stop myself from checking my watch with greater frequency as the day moved on.

Finally, it was time to leave. I said my goodbyes and sat down in my car, pulling out my phone. I hesitated for just a moment, then texted Cassie.

Hey, it’s Chris. Are we still on for that drink?

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath. “Relax,” I said aloud to myself. My phone buzzed.

“Hey, birthday boy! I’m free right now. Do you know O’Leary’s?”

I did.

“I do. I can be there in about 30 min. How’s that?”

“Perfect. See you then.”

O’Leary’s was a hole in the wall, a step up from a dive, the kind of place I used to frequent when I was younger. There was a jukebox, and the voice of Muddy Waters hit me as I walked in. It was still daylight out, so it took my eyes a second to adjust. The place was mostly empty, with the exception of a few patrons at the bar, a middle aged couple in a booth, and, sitting at a cocktail table in the rear, Cassie. She looked up and saw me, and put one arm in the air as she stood.

She was wearing a faded blue dress with a medium neckline that hid her cleavage, but the outline of her breasts was clear through the soft fabric. The hemline ended just above her knees, the pale cream of her thighs flowing down into toned calves, ending in her sandalled feet. “God, she looks incredible,” the thought squeezed through before I could check myself. I made my way across the bar to her and she pulled me into a warm hug.

“Finally! I thought you’d stood me up!”

“I’m a man of my word.” I smiled back at her. “City traffic, what can you do?”

We sat down as the barmaid approached from nowhere. “What can I get you two?”

Cassie spoke up. “A gin and tonic, and whatever he wants, on me.”

“Just a bourbon, neat.”

The barmaid was gone as suddenly as she’d appeared, and we were left alone. We settled into an easy conversation about her work, about my own, trading anecdotes about former coworkers and laughing. Somewhere in the middle of the conversation, our drinks had appeared, and before I knew it, we’d drained them. Cassie ordered us another round.

“So, how’s… uh…” She squinted her eyes, trying to remember my wife’s name. I felt a pang of guilt.

“Sarah? She’s doing fine. Making a real name for herself in the real estate business.”

“That’s great. You two are doing well?”

I drained the last few drops of bourbon flavored water from my glass. “Yeah, 16 years and going strong.”

“That’s great,” she said again. I resisted looking for a reaction in her face. “What about you? Are you seeing anyone?”

She swirled the ice cubes in her glass with her index finger absentmindedly. “Nope. At the moment, I’m totally free.”

Silence filled up the space between us. Just then the barmaid returned with our second round. I took a grateful gulp. Cassie watched me, her green eyes hiding thoughts I could only guess at. Suddenly, she stood up.

“Be right back. Don’t go anywhere!”

she brushed past me. I followed her with my eyes as she strode to the jukebox, fished a bill out of her purse, and put it in.

“What are you doing, Chris?” I thought to myself. “You shouldn’t be here.”

She turned back towards me, saw me looking at her, and smiled as she began to walk back. As she approached the table again, the opening notes of Bill Withers’ “Use Me” began to play. She stood in front of me, hand extended. I laughed.

“Ha! No way, kid.”

“Oh, come on! I love this song.”

She kept her hand in front of my face and looked at me imploringly.

“Live a little! It’s your birthday!”

What the hell. I sighed and took her hand and she led me back from the table a few feet, then stepped close to me and put her arms around my back. Her hips began to sway to the music, and my hands automatically dropped to rest on them. I looked down at her face. Her eyes were slightly closed, her head swaying gently in time with her hips. Her movements were mesmerizing. We drifted a slow, lazy circle in place. Our bodies pressed together, and she rested her head against my chest. The scent of her hair was like a good memory, like summertime in the mountains. I marveled at how natural holding her felt. As her hips moved against mine, I became aware of my cock beginning to stir in my pants. The song ended and I pulled away, sitting back down in an attempt to disguise my arousal. Cassie sat wordlessly down across from me. The table seemed so much smaller all of a sudden.

“That was nice. Thanks for humoring me.” She took a long sip of her drink.

“Hey, any time.”

She looked at me again with those mysterious green eyes. “You mean it?”

Her hand slid slowly, hesitantly, across the table and gently touched mine.


I looked down and realized that I was already holding her hand, rubbing light circles on her thumb with my own. When I looked up again, her gaze met my own, and there was something burning in those eyes that I hadn’t seen in a long time, but recognized all the same. My heart was in my throat, and I found my brain capable of forming just one complete thought:


I pulled my hand away. “Look… I’d better go.” I turned my attention away from her and pulled out my wallet.

“No, hey, they’re on me, remember?”

“…Right. Thanks.”

I made the mistake of looking up at her. Her eyes were pointed at her hands, now on the table in front of her. I couldn’t tell whether she was more hurt or embarrassed, and I felt a stab of remorse. Goddamnit.

“Hey. Cassie.”

She looked up at me.

“Thank you. This… was nice. I had fun.”

The shadow on her face lifted into a half smile.

“Well, if you ever feel like catching up again, you’ve got my number.”

I couldn’t think of anything to say to that, so I just gave her a smile, then turned to go.


I looked back over my shoulder at her. She stood up, smoothing out her dress, then stepped close to me.

“Happy birthday.”

She stood up on her toes and planted the softest of kisses on my jawbone, just beneath my left ear. I stood speechless as she turned back to the table and sat down to finish her drink. After a moment, reason won the war in me, and I walked out.

My arousal lasted the rest of the evening, and when Sarah finally came home, she found me ready. As soon as she walked into the kitchen and set down her purse, I pulled her to me, kissing her passionately.

“Mmmf” She pulled her mouth from mine in stunned surprise. “Where did this come from?”

“I’ve been waiting all day for this,” I growled into her neck as I bit it lightly. My hands were impatiently working the buttons on her blouse, and she giggled and stilled them with her own. “Wow, ok. Just give me a minute to get settled in, and we’ll see what we can do about that.”

With effort, I pried myself away and let her kick off her shoes. “You’re lucky I grabbed dinner between showings, or I’d make you wait while I ate,” she winked at me. She went to the bedroom to change out of her work clothes, and I sat down on the couch and waited impatiently before I heard the door creak open. I turned to see her standing in the bedroom doorway, clad in a black lacy thong and matching bra. One hand was raised over her head, casually holding the top of the door frame, and the other was tracing a single index finger down over the swell of her cleavage as she followed it with her own eyes.

It took me three long strides to get to her from the couch and she shrieked a laugh as I picked her up and carried her to the bed.

We fucked for what might have been an hour or two, the walls echoing with her cries of pleasure as she came once, twice, three times. She collapsed into a heap at the end of the third one, her ass in the air as I held her hips and slammed into her relentlessly from behind. “Fu…Fuck, Chris… I can’t…” She swallowed and tried to catch her breath. “I need to be on my back, my legs can’t take it anymore.”

Wordlessly, I withdrew and let her turn over and settle in before I entered her again and began thrusting into her with long strokes. Her breasts bounced in time with my thrusts, and her hands gripped at my triceps, my shoulders. Her hips began to buck against mine, and I could tell another orgasm was approaching. I began to thrust harder and faster, my own orgasm building as well. “Oh god! Oh god, don’t stop!” As she reached the cusp and her hands flew to grip the sheets, I suddenly saw Cassie’s face looking back up at mine, her green eyes burning with lust. “FFFUUUUUCK!” I roared out as I came. Sarah’s orgasm joined my own, and she shrieked as we rode them out together.

After the spasms finally subsided, I collapsed next to Sarah, letting my cock withdraw. We lay there for a time, coated in sweat and tangled in the bedsheets, unable to speak as we tried to catch our breath. Finally, she managed to get a few words out. “G… goddamn, baby! What got into you?”

I wiped the sweat from my brow. “I guess you really did a number on me this morning.”

She ran her hands through her hair and let out a satisfied sigh. “Well, I guess I should surprise you more often!”

I smiled at her, but my heart wasn’t in it. I knew that the real reason I’d been so keyed up was the woman I was imagining writhing beneath me as I came, and she wasn’t my wife.

Over the next week, my guilt gradually receded. I reasoned that I hadn’t done anything too wrong at the bar with Cassie. After all, we’d only danced. As long as I cut things off, there was no reason to bring it up with Sarah, who would only feel jealous.

I avoided the gym for that week, just in case I should run into Cassie. Still, I kept thinking about her, remembering how she looked in that dress, the smell of her hair, the feel of her lips on my jaw. One night I even woke up rock hard from a very sexual dream about her, about us. I had to jerk off in the bathroom before I could get back to sleep.

Sarah didn’t seem to mind me taking out my excess sexual energy on her. Actually, our sex life was better than it had been in years. I knew that, with enough time, my obsession with Cassie would fade, and life would return to normal.

One evening, as Sarah and I were watching a movie at home, my phone vibrated. I pulled it out to check it, and quickly put it away again; Cassie had texted me. I looked over at Sarah, but she seemed to be engrossed in the movie. After a minute, I stood up.

“I have to run to the bathroom. Don’t pause it, I’ll be right back.”

“Sure, ok,” she waved me away.

Once closed safely in the bathroom, I pulled my phone back out and read her message:

“Hey, I haven’t heard from you in a while, and I just wanted to say I’m sorry if I

went too far at the bar.”

I stared down at my phone, unsure of what to say back. If I didn’t respond at all, she’d get the only message I really needed to send. My phone vibrated again.

“Anyway, I guess I messed things up. Sorry. I’ll leave you alone now.”

Fuck. My fingers flew on the digital keyboard.

“No, it’s OK. Don’t worry about it, nothing happened. We’re good.”

There was a pause, and then her reply:

“I’m so glad. I’d like to be friends.”

I wrestled for several moments before replying that I’d like that too. As an afterthought, I added that I couldn’t really talk just then. Her reply buzzed in a moment later.

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