[closed] What Might Have Been

[Aussie_Wolf]

Jay was enjoying every moment. It had been a long time since he had been able to pound a woman with such enthusiasm and reckless abandon. Jess's pussy was also as tight and moist as he remembered, but something was definitely different. Before she used to be a wildcat practically throwing herself at him and screwing him as much as he screwed her. Now she was not moving and in fact she was barely even making a noise. Was this how they had ended up? He felt himself shrinking and pulled out pulling up his pants and sat down.

 

[Sweetandsexy3]

"That was great..." Jessica mumbled as she threw herself onto the couch with what energy she had left. Closing her eyes it didn't take long before she was fast asleep.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Jay looked at her laying beside him and sighed. Just what had happened to them. If this was what happened most of the time his life with Jessica had not turned out the way he had thought it would. He had expected them to be living it up, working during the day and playing hard during the night while having mind blowing sex together.

Instead it seemed like they were surviving on the bare bones of their asses, still trying to party as hard as they could and having really bad sex. Well maybe they still had good sex but based on tonight he had to assume it was not really all that often. Then again this morning had been rather good. Actually it had been fantastic. Hell he was so conflicted.

 

[Sweetandsexy3]

Jessica slept on the couch for the rest of the night. It was quiet in the apartment expect for a few mumbles from Jessica every once and a while.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Jay had fallen asleep after he had covered up Jessica. The bed was not all that comfortable and it had taken him quite awhile but eventually he had drifted off.

He woke up to light streaming in his face and the feeling of a comforting duna covering him. The mattress was like floating on a cloud and his arm was wrapped around a cute pert ass. His first thought was 'when had Jess come to bed', then his brain caught up and he realized where he was. He levered himself up on his elbow and gazed down at the sleeping figure of Isabelle. He was back to the world he remembered. Well he hoped he was.

If his memories were right, Isabelle was his fiancee, they had a house in the suburbs, they both worked in good jobs and although they were trying Isabelle was not that adventurous in the bedroom.