John pulled up to the house just after nine in his car, the June sun already climbing high in a cloudless sky. He sat in the car for a moment, engine ticking as it cooled, and tried to steady his breathing. Last night had been torture, lying next to Yvonne, pretending everything was normal, when all he could think about was Jackie. The taste of her on his tongue. The sound of her crying out his name. The way she'd looked at him with those dark eyes, full of promise. It had ben worse when Yvonne had reached across and pulled him against her, the usual prelude to a bout of pre-sleep sex, and he found himself making love to her, whilst all the time thinking of Jackie. He had soon come inside her, before rolling over and quickly falling asleep.

Tomorrow, Jackie had said.

Well, tomorrow was here now

He grabbed the bag containing his painting clothes and a sandwich for lunch from the passenger seat and headed for the front door. It was unlocked and he pushed it open. Jackie was already there, as usual she liked to get an early start. His pulse quickened as he stepped into the relative cool of the hallway and closed the door behind him.

"Is that you John?" Jackie's voice floated down from upstairs, warm and teasing. "I thought you’d decided not to come in today. Be a love and bring me up a cuppa before you get started, would you?"

John smiled despite his nerves. "Tea?"

"Perfect. Two sugars please."

He made his way to the kitchen, filling the kettle and setting it to boil. His hands were steady as he prepared two mugs, Jackie's with two sugars, his own with just milk, but his mind was racing. What would today bring? Would they pick up where they left off, or would the cold light of day have changed things between them?

The kettle clicked off. John poured the water, stirred both mugs and allowed them to brew, before he removed the tea bags, gave them a stir, and carried them carefully up the stairs. The bedroom door was ajar, and he could see movement inside.

"Jackie? Tea is served."

The words died in his throat.

Jackie was lying on the bed, completely naked. She was propped up on one elbow, her dark hair falling across her shoulder, and she was looking at him with an expression that made his cock instantly hard. The morning light streaming through the window painted her skin golden, highlighting the curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the neatly trimmed triangle of dark hair between her thighs that John had studied close up yesterday.

"And so am I, served on a plate for you." Jackie said, her lips curving into a slow smile. "That's very thoughtful of you. I should probably thank you properly, don't you think?"

John stood frozen in the doorway, the mugs growing hot in his hands. This was it, the moment of decision. He could set down the tea, make some excuse, and they could pretend yesterday had been a one-time thing. A moment of madness brought on by heat and proximity and thirty years of unresolved tension.

Or he could step through that door and give in to what they both wanted.

Jackie's smile widened, as if she could read his thoughts. "The tea's going to get cold, John."

That broke the spell. John stepped into the room, set both mugs on the windowsill, and turned back to face her. Jackie was sitting up now, making no attempt to cover herself. Her breasts were perfect, full and round, her nipples already hard. John's mouth went dry.

"Jackie," he said, his voice rough. "Are you sure about this?"

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life," she replied. "Now stop overthinking and get over here so I can get my hands on the goods properly."

John's hands went to his shirt, fumbling with the buttons. Jackie watched him undress, her eyes dark with desire, and John felt a thrill run through him at being the object of her attention. He pulled off his shirt, then his jeans, until he was standing before her in just his boxers. His erection was obvious, pushing against the fabric.

"All of it," Jackie said softly.

John hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pushed his boxers down. His cock sprang free, already hard and pointing straight at Jackie. Her eyes fixed on it, and she licked her lips unconsciously.

"Come here," she said, patting the bed beside her.

John climbed onto the mattress, and suddenly Jackie was in his arms, her mouth finding his in a kiss that was hungry and desperate. Her tongue pushed past his lips, exploring his mouth while his did the same, and John groaned into her mouth. His hands roamed her body, the soft skin of her back, the curve of her arse, the weight of her breasts pressed against his chest.

"God, I've wanted this," Jackie gasped between kisses. "All night, all I could think about was you. Your hands on me. Your mouth. Your cock going inside me."

"Me too," John admitted, his lips moving to her neck, tasting the salt of her skin. "I couldn't eat, and then Yvonne wanted me to make love to her and all I wanted was for it to be you under me. Kept thinking about yesterday. About how you tasted. How your body felt."

Jackie's hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him slowly, and John's hips bucked involuntarily. "Forget about Yvonne, I want your beautiful cock inside me," she whispered against his ear. "I want to feel you come inside me today. Deep inside me."

She pushed him back onto the bed, and John went willingly, his head hitting the pillow. Jackie straddled him, her thighs on either side of his hips, and John could feel the heat of her pussy hovering just above his cock. She was so wet he could see it glistening on her lower lips and her pubic hair.

"Jackie," he breathed.

She reached down between them, positioning his cock against her entrance. For a moment, she just held him there, the head of his cock pressing against her labia, and they locked eyes. This was it, the point of no return for their future friendship. Once she let him into that tunnel of love there would be no pretending this was just fooling around. This was sex. Hopefully pure animalistic sex. God knows she had waited so long for this moment to happen. This was everything she’d wanted, that they'd both wanted for thirty years.

Jackie sank down onto him in one smooth motion, taking him all the way to the hilt with a groan bursting from her as she felt the beauty of his cock nestling in her.

"Fuck!" John gasped, his hands flying to her hips. She was so tight, so hot, so perfect. Her pussy gripped him like it had been made just to fit him, and he could feel her inner walls settling around his shaft.

"Oh god," Jackie moaned, her head falling back. "John, you feel so good. Really fucking good. Why did we not do this before."

She started to move, rising up until just the head of his cock was inside her, then sinking back down. Slow at first, finding her rhythm, but quickly building speed. John watched in awe as she rode him, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her face flushed with pleasure, her mouth open as she gasped and moaned, whilst he held her hips and helped her with the rhythm

"That's it," he encouraged, his hands moving around behind her to cup both of her buttocks, one in each hand, helping to guide her movements as she leant forward, her nipples brushing his mouth. "Fuck, Jackie, you look so beautiful like this."

"Touch me," she demanded, and John's hands moved to her breasts, cupping them, his thumbs brushing over her hard nipples. Jackie cried out, her pace increasing, and John could feel her getting wetter, could hear the obscene sound of their bodies coming together as she slammed down on him, getting harder with each stroke.

"Harder," Jackie gasped. "John, fuck me harder."

John planted his feet on the mattress and started thrusting up to meet her, driving his cock deeper with each stroke. Jackie's hands braced on his chest, her nails digging into his skin, and she was making these desperate little sounds that were driving him wild.

"I'm not going to last," John warned, feeling his orgasm building inside him with every stroke. "Jackie, you feel too good, I can’t hold back."

"Not yet," Jackie said, and suddenly she lifted herself right off his cock and was climbing off him. John made a sound of protest, but then she was on her back, pulling him on top of her, spreading her legs wide. "Get yourself in me like this. I want you on top of me. I want to feel your weight as you cum."

John positioned himself between her thighs, his cock finding her entrance easily. He pushed inside, and this angle was even better, deeper, tighter. Jackie wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his arse, urging him on.

"Yes," she moaned as he started to thrust. "God, yes, just like that."

John established a rhythm, his hips going through the gears as he fucked her into the mattress. He could feel the sweat beads forming on his forehead, could hear the headboard starting to bang against the wall with the force of his thrusts. Jackie was meeting him stroke for stroke, her hips rising to take him deeper, and the sounds she was making were the most erotic and animalistic thing he'd ever heard.

"Touch yourself," John said, his voice gasping through the intensity of his breathing. "I want to watch you come."

Jackie's hand slipped between their bodies, her fingers finding her clit. She started to rub in tight circles, and John could feel her pussy clenching around him, could see the pleasure building on her face.

"That's it," he encouraged, his thrusts becoming more erratic as his own orgasm approached. "Come for me, Jackie. Let me feel it."

"John," she gasped, her fingers moving faster. "John, I'm going to, oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm coming!"

Her pussy clamped down on his cock like a vice, and Jackie was cumming beneath him. John buried himself to the hilt and came with his own animalistic snarl, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum. Wave after wave of pleasure broke over him, and he could feel Jackie's orgasm milking him, drawing every last drop from his balls. As the waves subsided, John collapsed on top of her, both of them gasping for breath. Jackie's arms came around him, holding him close, and for a long moment they just lay there, their hearts pounding, and gradually returning to a normal rate, rather than one that would have the nurse paging the doctor.

"Bloody hell," John finally managed.

Jackie laughed, the sound breathless and satisfied. "Yeah. That was thirty years unleashed right there."

John carefully pulled out, and they both watched as his cum started to leak from her pussy. There was something primal about seeing his seed inside her, marking her as his, and John felt his spent cock give an interested twitch.

"We should probably get some work done," Jackie said, though she made no move to get up.

"Probably," John agreed, equally reluctant to leave the warmth of the bed.

Eventually, they forced themselves to move. Jackie found her bag and pulled out a pair of denim dungarees, stepping into them and fastening the straps over her bare shoulders. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, no bra, no knickers, and John could see the curve of her breasts and the occasional peek of nipple as she bent forward, and could admire the way the denim hugged her arse.

"You're killing me," he said.

Jackie grinned. "Good. Your turn."

John pulled on his boxers, acutely aware of how little they concealed. His cock was still half-hard, and the thin cotton did nothing to hide it. Jackie's eyes lingered on his crotch, and he saw her bite her lip.

"Come on," she said, heading for the door. "Let's get some painting done before we get distracted again."

They made their way downstairs to the living room, where their supplies from yesterday were still laid out. The room was already warm, the sun streaming through the windows, and John knew it would be sweltering by midday. They worked in companionable silence for a while, the rhythmic sound of rollers on walls oddly soothing.

But the sexual tension never quite dissipated. John was extremely aware of Jackie's presence, the way she moved, the glimpses of bare breast trying to escape when she stretched up to reach the top of the wall, the knowledge that she was completely naked under those dungarees. And from the way Jackie kept glancing at him, at the bulge in his boxers that refused to fully subside, he knew she was just as distracted.

They chatted on and off about various subjects, but it was more of a way to keep their minds from wandering to thoughts of each other’s bodies, than a way to set the world to fights, Eventually, after a couple of hours of hard painting, they broke for lunch. Jackie had brought cheese and salad, while John had brought ham and tomato, and they sat on the dusty floor to eat them, their backs against an unpainted wall.

"More tea?" Jackie asked when they'd finished, gathering up the sandwich wrappers.

John looked at her, at the flush on her cheeks that had nothing to do with the heat, at the way her nipples were clearly visible as the dungaree bid moved away from her body.

"More sex," he said.

Jackie's eyes flashed. "I was hoping you'd say that."

She set down the wrappers and reached for the waistband of his boxers. John lifted his hips, and she pulled them down and off in one smooth motion. His cock sprang free, already hardening again, and Jackie wrapped her hand around it, giving it a few slow strokes.

"Catch me if you can," she said with a wicked grin, and then she was on her feet and running for the stairs, his boxers clutched in her hand.

John scrambled up and gave chase, his cock bobbing as he ran. He caught up with her in the bedroom, tackling her onto the bed. They were both laughing, breathless, and then John was kissing her, his hands fumbling with the straps of her dungarees.

"Off," he ordered. "Let’s get these off."

Jackie helped him, and soon the dungarees were on the floor, and she was naked beneath him. John kissed his way down her body, her neck, her breasts, her stomach, until he was kneeling between her legs. He could see his cum from earlier still leaking from her pussy, mixing with her fresh arousal, and the sight made him even harder than he could remember being for a long time.

"Turn over," he said, his voice filled with lust. Jackie obeyed, rolling onto her stomach. John grabbed her hips and pulled her up onto her knees, positioning her arse in the air. She looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes dark with her own lust.

"Fuck me," she said. "John, please, I need you inside me again."

John lined himself up and pushed inside in one slow prolonged thrust. Jackie cried out, her hands fisting in the sheets as John reached full depth, and John slowly started to slowly thrust in and out, building his pace. This position let him go so deep, and he could feel the head of his cock hitting her cervix with each stroke.

"Yes!" Jackie gasped, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "Harder, John, fuck me harder!"

John gripped her hips   tight and started to really pound into her, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room as her pussy stretched and relaxed around his cock. He could see the way her arse jiggled with each impact, the way her hanging breasts were swinging with every thrust, and it was the most erotic sight he'd ever witnessed.

"Touch my clit," she commanded. "Make me come on your cock."

John’s hand snaked around her and between her legs, feeling how wet she was as he played with her engorged clit, bring her to new heights of pleasure, his fingers tormenting her clit. Her pussy started to pulse around him, and he knew she was very close.

"That's it," he encouraged, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Come for me, Jackie. Let me feel it."

"John!" Jackie screamed, her whole body going rigid as her orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy clamped his cock, and John had to grit his teeth to keep from coming as well. He wanted to make this last, wanted to feel her come again. He pulled out, ignoring Jackie's whimper of protest, and flipped her onto her back. "On top," he said, lying down beside her. "I want to watch you ride me again."

Jackie straddled him eagerly, sinking down onto his cock with a moan of satisfaction. She started to move immediately, riding him hard and fast, her breasts bouncing hypnotically. John's hands reached up for her breasts, his fingers gripping her aroused nipples between them, squeezing them as she bounced, and he could feel his orgasm building again.

"I'm close," he warned. "Jackie, I'm going to come."

"Me too," Jackie gasped, her movements becoming more frantic. "Come with me, John. Fill me up again."

He again took one hand to her clit, rubbing furiously as she bounced on him, and suddenly she was coming, her head thrown back, her mouth open in a supressed scream. The sight and feel of her orgasm triggered John's own, and he thrust up hard, burying himself to the hilt as he came. His cock pulsed inside her, filling her with his hot sperm for the second time that day, and the pleasure was so intense it was almost painful.

Jackie collapsed on top of him, both of them trembling and gasping for breath. John's arms came around her, holding her close, and he pressed a kiss to her sweat-dampened hair. They held themselves like that for several seconds, both of them sensing his hot sperm slowly start to ooze back down between them as gravity took hold.

"Christ," he breathed.

"Yeah," Jackie agreed, her voice muffled against his chest.

They lay there for a few minutes more, their bodies still joined, neither wanting to move. But eventually, reality intruded. They were sticky with sweat and sex, and the sheet beneath them was a mess.

"Shower?" Jackie suggested.

"I think we better."

They made their way to the bathroom, and John turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature until it was pleasantly warm. They stepped under the spray together, and John reached for the soap, working up a lather in his hands.

He washed Jackie slowly, reverently, his soapy hands gliding over her skin. He paid special attention to her breasts, her nipples hardening under his touch once again, and then moved lower, his fingers slipping between her legs to clean away the evidence of their passion. Jackie moaned softly, her head falling back against his shoulder.

"Your turn," she said when he was done, taking the soap from him.

Jackie's hands were just as thorough, washing every inch of him. When she reached his cock, she took her time, stroking him until he was half-hard again despite having just come twice.

"This decorating project is going to take a lot longer than we thought," Jackie said with a grin, giving his cock one final squeeze before releasing it.

John laughed, pulling her in for a kiss under the warm spray. "I'm not complaining."

They finished showering and dried off, then dressed in their regular clothes. The spell was broken, at least for now, and they were just John and Jackie again, old friends who'd spent the day working on a house together. John gathered his things and headed for his car. Jackie walked him to the door, and they shared one last lingering kiss before he left.

"Tomorrow?" she asked.

"Try and keep me away," John replied.

The drive home was a blur. John's mind was still back in that bedroom, replaying every moment, every touch, every sound Jackie had made. He pulled into his driveway and sat for a moment, trying to compose himself before going inside. Yvonne was in the living room when he entered, curled up on the sofa with a book. She looked up and smiled as he came in.

"How'd it go?" she asked.

John sat down beside her, trying to keep his expression neutral. "Bit slower than expected, to be honest. There's more work than we thought."

"Well, take your time," Yvonne said, returning her attention to her book. "No rush. Oh, and don't forget, I'm staying at my sister's tomorrow night. She's having some work done on her house and needs help sorting through some things."

John's heart skipped a beat. Tomorrow night. That raised some interesting possibilities that had not existed a couple of days ago.

"Right," he said, his voice carefully casual. "I'd forgotten about that."

"You'll have the place to yourself," Yvonne continued, oblivious to the thoughts racing through John's mind. "Order a takeaway, watch whatever rubbish you want on the telly. Enjoy the peace and quiet."

"Sounds good," John said.

Yvonne reached over and patted his knee affectionately. "You're a good man, helping Jackie out like this. I know she appreciates it."

John felt a stab of guilt, but it was quickly overwhelmed by anticipation. Tomorrow night. An entire night with Jackie, with no need to watch the clock, no need to make excuses.

"Just being a good friend," he said.

Yvonne smiled and went back to her book, and John sat beside her, his mind already racing ahead to tomorrow.

The decorating might have to wait a bit longer.

There were thirty years to catch up on, if only Jackie could escape as well.