Audrey and Me

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I stood silently in Audrey’s doorway looking at her, wanting to help, but unsure exactly what it was I could do. I had heard her crying and came upstairs to investigate. I knew she couldn’t see me, but wasn’t sure if she could sense that I was there.

She was sitting on the edge of her bed in her bright yellow sundress which belied the dark, blue mood she had been in for the past few days. Her pretty face was buried in her hands, and her petite body shook as she sobbed. I had never seen her this sad, not even after the accident, and my heart broke for the woman who I had come to love unconditionally since she and her late husband took me in three years ago.

My name is Jasper. I come from a very successful family, but none of it ever found its way to me. I am one of a set of quadruplets, two brothers, and a sister, and they nicknamed me ‘runt,’ as I was the smallest of my siblings. My parents are well known in show business circles, and my sister followed their example. My one brother is a decorated war veteran and my other works with the police. While they assure me I have the same championship blood running through my veins, I hadn’t done anything with my life, until I came to live with George and Audrey Hendrix.

George did something with computers, which I certainly didn’t understand, but whatever it was, he was quite good at it, as he would fly around the world giving presentations. Audrey was a writer, so she worked from this beautiful Hudson Valley country house, and when she wasn’t writing, she would putter in the garden, or go for long walks through the neighboring woods. My main job in the Hendrix household was to protect Audrey and keep her company while George was away on his frequent business trips.

Don’t read anything into that. Audrey and George were truly devoted to each other, and I felt deeply indebted to them both, for welcoming me into their loving home and always treating me as one of the family.

They were high school sweethearts, who went to different colleges in the same town and married shortly after graduation. Audrey hit it big with her first novel, an erotic thriller that went right to the top of the New York Times Best Seller’s List, and a year later was the summer blockbuster at the theaters, with Bradley Cooper and Jennifer Lawrence in the leading roles. This allowed George to return to the SUNY Poly School of Nanoscale Science and Engineering, where he earned his Master’s degree and was recruited into a high-level position at GlobalFoundries, even before he received his diploma.

They both poured themselves into their careers, but never at the expense of their relationship, and they found themselves living a very financially comfortable life before either of them hit the age of 30. When they weren’t working, George and Audrey cherished their time together, doing crossword puzzles, cooking gourmet meals, or just cuddling in front of the fireplace, each of them with a full snifter of brandy and a good book.

Whatever the activity, it usually leads to the same conclusion when George and Audrey would retire to the master bedroom for the evening. From the sounds I could hear through the walls, they had a very physical and rewarding sex life, with each of them unabashedly expressing their pleasure, with prolonged moans or encouraging words of affection, which seemed to last for hours on end.

While I may have technically spent more time with her than her husband did, I knew that regardless how much love I felt toward Audrey, there was nobody on this Earth that she loved more than George Hendrix, and I would never do anything to interrupt their love story or jeopardize my role in their little family.

And that’s what made the accident even more devastating.

Leading up to that fateful day, I sensed something was up, as Audrey’s daily routine had changed, and she spent a lot of time on the phone, talking to hotels, caterers and George’s father, Ron. From what I could gather, she was organizing a surprise 30th birthday party for George at the new Convention Center in Albany, and her father-in-law was making sure all the relatives would be there. Audrey knew that George hated having a fuss made over him, but she also knew how happy he’d be seeing his family and his old high school and college friends, and she wanted to do something special for this milestone birthday.

I had been living with them for a little less than a year at that point, so I understood when Audrey affectionately explained that I would need to stay home and watch the house, but promised to bring me home some treats, as the caterer was one of the best in the entire state. It made me feel proud when she gave me a kiss on my forehead and said, “out of everyone, I know I can trust you the most not to say a word to anyone and spoil the surprise.”

Audrey had planned the party for the week before his actual birthday, to further protect the element of surprise, and to avoid a conflict with George’s next overseas trip. She made up a story about her Editor being in town and needing to meet him in Albany to discuss her latest project. George had always been one of Audrey’s biggest supporters in her work and her career, so she knew he would join her for the dinner meeting, even though he preferred to relax at home and unwind from the week of work on Friday nights.

“Can you just meet with him on Monday, when I’ll be leaving for Beijing?” George whined, not wanting to sacrifice his alone time with his bride for this meeting with her editor

“As I explained before George,” Audrey patiently repeated herself, “he’s only in town for the weekend, and is heading back to Los Angeles on Sunday.” Audrey smiled to herself at protecting the rouse while technically not lying to her husband, which is something she promised herself she would never do. Her editor was indeed only in town for just the weekend, but that had something to do with a certain someone’s surprise surprise birthday party.

“Then what should I wear?” George asked impishly while standing in front of his open closet doors in just his boxers.

Walking up behind her husband, Audrey hugged him from behind, letting her hand wander down his flat stomach and into the waistband of his boxers. “I don’t know,” she said with a giggle while wrapping her hand around his thick shaft, “what you got on looks good enough to me.”

George was nothing like the stereotypical nerd that most people would expect of a technical guru in his chosen field, He was a foot taller than his wife, and many years of sculling both during college and since had provided ample definition to his At six feet three frame. Audrey scooped her auburn hair behind her left ear, as she walked around to the front of her husband, still holding onto his growing member, and sank to her knees, taking his boxers down with her. The only thing that was more of a certainty than the fact that her husband would join her for this dinner meeting was that he wouldn’t say no to one of her classic blow jobs.

George steadied himself on the frame of the closet door as he felt his now totally erect penis being engulfed in his wife’s warm, wet mouth. He gazed down at her, only to be met by her dazzling green eyes looking up lovingly at him, and she smiled around his cock when their eyes met. Her small hand was still wrapped around the base of his shaft, and she jerked the length that wouldn’t fit in her mouth as her head bobbed up and down on the upper half.

He rocked his hips gently and was lost in the wonderful sensations that her lips, tongue, and hand were providing. George felt his orgasm boiling up from deep within his scrotum, and the familiar twitch signaled Audrey that she would soon be rewarded for her efforts. With a guttural moan, George unloaded into his wife’s eager mouth, and Audrey swallowed instinctively, as her mouth quickly filled with his hot cum.

Licking her lips, and pulling his boxers up over his deflating cock as she rose to her feet, she stood on her tippy toes, and gave him a loving peck on the cheek as she said, “your gray pinstriped suit and your pink Oxford, no tie.”

He swatted her on the ass playfully and admired how amazing it looked in her little black cocktail dress, as she squealed and returned to her own closet, to slip on her heels and picked out the perfect earrings and necklace to compliment her long neck and modest cleavage. As George adjusted his manhood into the right leg of his pleated gray suit pants, he made a mental note to return the favor when he and Audrey got home from dinner.

As they settled into George’s black BMW, Audrey checked her watch and was proud of getting him dressed, blown, and in the car 15 minutes ahead of schedule. She was a planner and had gone over every last detail of this party multiple times over the past several weeks, making sure that nothing would go wrong.

“Take route 9W George,” Audrey advised, as she had even checked the website of the New York State Thruway, and noted that evening construction was due to begin on that very day. She scrolled through her emails, verifying who had already checked in at the hotel, as George turned North on route 9W, still under the impression they were meeting her editor for dinner.

Audrey had just been given a six figure advance to write a sequel to her first novel, with the film studio matching the advance for the movie rights, so she had arranged for complimentary overnight rooms for the entire guest list, so everyone could eat, drink and dance to the fullest, without having to worry about driving home. She double-checked the emails from the caterer, band, bakery, florist, and photographer, and smiled to herself knowing that every detail within her control was checked, double-checked, and confirmed.

The one detail that she had no control over, however, was just 10 seconds away from not only ruining all of her careful planning but would destroy her life as she knew it.

The driver of the 18-wheeler heading South on route 9W was looking down at his navigation app and did not realize he was crossing the center line. George had taken his eyes off the road briefly to look over at his beautiful bride at the worst possible moment and never saw the yellow truck veering into his lane. Audrey looked up from her phone, and the last image that her eyes would ever send to her brain was that of the large, chrome Mack bulldog, sitting on the hood of the enormous truck, as it crashed head-on into the Hendrix’s car.

She woke up in the hospital two days later, her left arm in a cast from her shoulder to her wrist, and large bandages covering her eyes and the top of her head. The doctor explained that while compound fractures to her radius and humerus would heal, the damage done to her eyes from the shattered windshield and exploding airbag, were irreversible, and she was not totally blind.

“What…what about George?” Audrey asked immediately, unconcerned about her own condition. The sympathetic three-word response from the doctor would haunt her for the rest of her days.

“I’m very sorry,” was all he said, while gently squeezing her right hand.

A flood of emotions rushed through Audrey’s small body like the Mississippi river after an early Spring thaw. Horror. Grief. Anger. Sadness. Emptiness. Rage. She wailed a cry of sadness that echoed off the sterile hospital walls, while flailing her good arm and legs at the darkness, and was immediately sedated to keep her from hurting herself, or someone else.

While Audrey was recuperating in the hospital, George’s father Ron sent me out for training, so I would be better able to assist her in her new condition when she was finally released and sent home.

This was a little over two years ago, and while some were concerned that losing the love of her life, and her eyesight, in the same horrible accident would crush her spirit, they obviously had no idea of the determination and resiliency of the dynamic your woman named Audrey Hendrix.

She knew that the only way to truly honor the memory of her late husband was to soldier on and make the best of the hand that this cruel twist of fate had dealt her. Her publishing house provided her with state of the art in voice recognition software, and her father-in-law Ron had come to configure it on her laptop. She immediately went to work on the sequel to her first novel, which quite ironically, was published on the first anniversary of George’s death, with a loving inscription to him in the forward.

My role of protecting her and providing became significantly more important, and I was proud to be her eyes as she held onto me, and we still took those long walks in the neighboring woods. She even tried dating, sardonically referring to them as blind dates, but the men were either just interested in her large settlement from the accident or just stopped calling her once the reality of dating a handicapped woman set in.

While she had done her damnedest to return to work and put the pieces of her life back together as close to how they were before, the one thing she knew she could never fill, was the huge void left in her heart, when her beloved George was taken from her. While she certainly missed his love, support, and companionship, and regretted not having the chance to grow old with him, the truth of the matter was that Audrey was always a very sexually active young woman, and at age 32, her body still had needs that had sadly gone unfulfilled for almost three years now.

And this is how I came to be standing in the doorway of Audrey’s bedroom, watching her sob uncontrollably with her head in her hands, the frustration mixed with the ever present undercurrent of sadness, finally taking their toll.

“I refuse to be a victim,” she said to nobody in particular, as she sat up and blew her nose, and the waterworks stopped as quickly as they had begun. She pulled her yellow sundress over her head and flung it to the floor, and laid back down on the bed, her knees still bent over the edge of the mattress, and her legs parted wide.

Audrey’s hands reached down between her legs, and she started tracing her fingers up and down her glistening slit, unencumbered by undergarments. The aroma of aroused pussy filled the air, as she plunged two fingers of her left hand deep within herself while strumming her clit with the first three fingers of her right hand. My nose twitched as her scent filled my nostrils, and I could feel my cock hardening at her heady musk.

She must have had no idea I was watching her, as she lifted her feet to the edge of the mattress, opening her pussy wider to accommodate her lunging fingers, and adding the tight pucker of her ass to my unfettered view. Her moans of pleasure were reminiscent of those I used to hear through the wall when she and George would retire after an evening of cuddling in front of the fire, which only made my cock longer and harder.

Instinct finally took over, and I was drawn to the source of that wonderful aroma, like a moth to a flame. I realized that maybe there was something more I can do for this wonderful woman who had brought meaning and purpose to my life, and I boldly stared to lick up the silky juices that were dripping from her hairless opening.

“Oh my god, Jasper, is that you?” a startled Audrey asked of the darkness, in between moans.

Hearing her say my name only spurred me on, and I pushed my tongue deep into her moist opening and swirled it around inside her.

“Oh no. We can’t. We mustn’t,” Audrey implored, reaching down to hold my head, pulling me away from her sex.

She was dealing with an internal struggle of epic proportions. First, there was the fact that her trusted companion was the one with his tongue in her pussy, which polite society just wouldn’t understand. However, there was the incredible feeling that was sending fireworks off in her brain, when that tongue was working on her most sensitive area. Audrey was extremely conflicted about what she should do, but 36 months of sexual frustration tipped the scales in favor of the fireworks, and she released her grip on Jasper’s head.

With my head no longer restrained, I immediately dove back into her dripping pussy. I just kept using my tongue on her, and soon she was moaning louder, and actually directing my head, so I would lick her in all the right places.

My tongue swiped across the sweet star of her back pucker, and she shivered and wailed, as her first orgasm took control of her petite body. When her body stopped quivering, she pushed my head to the side, moving my tongue off her sensitive clit.

Her breathing had just returned to normal, when I stood myself up and laid my chest over her torso, my hard cock searching for that warm, wet opening. After several failed attempts to hump myself into her, I felt my cock push into the tightest, velvety tunnel, as I hugged her tightly around her waist, and started to pump my cock into her.

While Audrey missed the tender lovemaking sessions that she and George would share, it had been three years since she had a hard and willing cock inside her, and right now, she just needed a good, hard fucking.

Fucking her the only way I knew how, I began to rapidly thrust my hips, crashing myself into her, and she was thrashing her head back and forth, whipping her hair around her face, and pushing her hips against me.

And that’s when my knot slipped inside her.

Julie let loose with an endless string of obscenities, mixed with shout outs to someone named Jesus, as my knot expanded and rubbed against her G-spot, locking me tightly inside her. My thrusts became more urgent, yet shorter in length, and I could feel her squeezing her pussy down around my pulsating cock, freely giving herself up to me.

I was panting from the primal fucking I was supplying to the lady of the house, and a drop of my saliva landed on her left breast. I swiped at it with my tongue, which glided over the soft flesh of her breast, then its pebble hard nipple, and I felt Audrey quiver and shake in another toe curling orgasm, which caused my cock to start spurting its seed deep within her vaginal canal.

We stayed locked together for several minutes, while Audrey whispered her gratitude in my ear while rubbing and patting my head. I finally pulled myself from her with a pop, and my softening cock retreated to its usual place, as I walked back to my bed. Audrey placed both hands over her gaping pussy, and felt the river of Jasper’s cum that was flowing out of her and onto the floor, and giggled when she realized that the solution to her feelings of emptiness was under her nose this whole time.

The next morning, I walked into her bedroom, hoping to have a repeat performance, but found her fully dressed, and humming to herself, and she diligently made up her bed.

“Good morning Jasper,” she called in my direction when she sensed me enter her room. “We gotta get downstairs and put on the coffee,” she said with a lilt, “Ron will be here any minute.”

On Saturdays, her father-in-law would stop by with pastries from the Italian bakery, and bring her groceries for the week. While he lived over an hour away, he didn’t mind making the weekly trip, as Audrey was the only family he had left, having had lost his wife to cancer shortly after George was born. Ron and Audrey would sit and talk for an hour or so, and even when she was feeling desperate, Audrey would always look forward to his next visit.

“I’m glad to see you in such a great mood,” Ron said to Audrey, as she was still humming in the kitchen, as she prepared their coffees and brought them to the table. “I’ll be honest,” he continued, “I was really worried about you last week, as you seemed so sad and depressed.”

“You’re very astute Ron,” Audrey replied, “I was feeling pretty low until I decided that nobody gets anywhere by throwing themselves a pity party.”

“That’s a great attitude dear,” he said enthusiastically, “did anything significant happen to lead you to this revelation?”

“Kinda,” she replied with an involuntary giggle, “I just realized that I shouldn’t waste time worrying about what I don’t have when really, all I need is right here under one roof.”

“Speaking of that, is Jasper taking care of you?” Ron asked innocently.

“You can say that,” Audrey responded, stifling a laugh, and feeling a tingle run up her spine.

“Well, you have no idea how good it makes me feel to see you genuinely happy again,” he said while rising and putting on his coat. “Until next Saturday,” he said as he kissed her cheek and hugged her small frame tightly to his body, before letting himself out the front door.

Audrey could barely contain her excitement as she heard the front door close, and didn’t even bother to clean up the dishes in the kitchen, instead of making a beeline for her bedroom, calling to Jasper as she headed up the stairs.

By the time Jasper bounded into her room, she was naked and on all fours, presenting herself to him, hoping to feel that same incredible feeling she had experienced the night before. Jasper sniffed the air and picked up her scent, and was soon licking her from her clit to her asshole, pressing his tongue into her pussy, and teasing her ass.

As Ron was driving home, he reached into his pocket for his phone, to call his sister, to tell her how great Audrey is doing. “SHIT!” he yelled, as he pulled his hand from his empty pocket, realizing he had left his phone on the kitchen table at Audrey’s. Turning the car around at the next intersection, Ron was happy he realized this only 15 minutes into his trip, and not after making the full 60 mile trip to his house.

After pulling into her driveway, Ron let himself in as he normally did, calling out, “It’s me again, I just forgot my phone,” as he walked into the kitchen to retrieve it. Seeing the dirty dishes still on the table, Ron was concerned, as he knew what a neat freak Audrey was, and that’s when he heard the whimpering coming from the second floor. Thinking that his daughter-in-law was just putting on a brave face during breakfast, and was indeed still sad and depressed, Ron walked up to her room with thoughts of consoling her.

As he raised his hand to knock on the bedroom door, he noticed it was ajar, and couldn’t resist the temptation to peer into the room through the slight opening. What he saw shocked him, but he couldn’t take his eyes away. His petite daughter-in-law was naked and kneeling on her hands and knees on the floor at the foot of her bed, and her trusty yellow lab Jasper was jabbing himself into her from behind. From the way she was thrashing her head around, and pushing her hips back against him, Ron knew she was enjoying it, and that the dog was not attacking her. That’s when he reached down and also realized that his 55-year-old cock was rock hard and tenting in his pants.

Ron shook himself out of his trance-like state, and quietly retreated down the stairs and out the front door.

“Yeah, I guess you can say that,” he laughed to himself, repeating Audrey’s reply to his question about if Jasper was taking care of her, as the scene that he stumbled upon played through his mind on an endless loop during the entire trip back to his house.

The End.

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