Whore wife cheating her idiot husband

I smelled her perfume as I entered the room. It was a warm familiar odor which never failed to excite me. Her room was illuminated by only a single bulb, shrouded by a silken shade. I could hear her breathing, even and slow, indicating she was sleeping soundly. I crept silently to her bedside, standing over her and smiling at her almost childlike appearance as she slept on, oblivious to my presence. How many years, I thought, had it been since we first met and felt the stirrings of passion?

Hadn’t it been just a few summers ago that she came into my life looking tanned and fresh despite the torrid August heat? She was with her husband then, a large man, a protective but kindly man. He obviously idolized her judging from the way he allowed her to have her way with everything. He certainly could not have guessed that before a year had passed that his wife and I would become lovers, but then, neither could I.

From the first moment I met her, she was on my mind, in my dreams, in my fantasies. She was the type of woman who could make your palms sweat. Seeing her that day in her shorts and a T-shirt tight enough to tantalize any sane man was just too much. I openly remarked to my friends how she would make a nice addition to the collection of women I had known and loved. She was tall and blonde and had legs that were awesome. I imagined how they would feel wrapped around me and smiled inwardly at the wicked thoughts that came to mind. It was all I could do not to drool all over myself. The stammering and blushing was probably too obvious.

I spent the better part of 3 days dreaming up scenarios we could engage in, but her husband kept her on a tight lead and I could only stand and admire her from a distance. Finally, just before they left, she was alone with me for a short time, too short. I made polite conversation while trying to conceal my real feelings. I think she noticed how I looked at her, but she was totally relaxed and made me feel more at ease than I usually was with other women.

All too soon her husband came back to claim her and take her out of my life, perhaps forever. It was now or never. I had to take the chance and at least get one small bit of body contact with her or die never having known how she felt in my arms. Taking a deep breath and summoning up all my courage, I reached out and took her in my arms. She was so supple and warm. This was a difficult moment, but I wanted so much to show her how I felt. I kissed her ever so gently and properly, but in that brief moment, I knew I had to meet her again, no matter what the cost. When I released her, she backed off a bit, looking I thought a little flushed, and smiled at me with eyes that told me that she liked the kiss too much. Then she turned to her husband, took his hand, and walked out of my life.

She was gone. Life went back to normal for me, except that her memory kept creeping into my head when I least expected it. I spent many long nights of wondering and wishing that she and I could be together at least once. My daily routine was frequently interrupted by lustful thoughts of her. This was getting me nowhere. I resolved to forget this fantasy and go on with real life.

Fate, however, had different plans. Just when I thought I had managed to clear my mind of her memory, she contacted me and asked if she could bring a friend to visit one of the men who worked for me, and could they please stay with me during that time. My mind spun in circles with all sorts of ideas, but I remembered the husband, the marriage, the imaginary “This Property Belongs To…” sign around her neck. No doubt her husband would be accompanying her and my desires would be frustrated even more.

I agreed they could come. How could I deny that lucky young man what I wanted for myself? He would have a cute female all to himself for the weekend. I would just get to look, but not touch, what I really wanted. No date was agreed upon. I almost forgot the request until I saw a blonde walking up the road and thought for an instant it could be her! Impossible, but as I drove my usual rounds later, I met two lovely ladies on the road and instantly got that sweaty palm reflex. There she was, just as I had remembered her all these months. Tan and in shorts and the customary T-shirt. She looked wonderful! I felt like a silly adolescent, smiling so much that I’m sure everyone thought I had gone crazy from the heat and too much work. All sorts of thoughts ran through my mind, but I suddenly remembered the husband. Where was he?

She walked over to my vehicle, leaned in the window and gave me a sweet hello kiss. This was heaven! I had died and they forgot to tell me. Now I was really in trouble. My mind raced on with all sorts of scenarios, none of which I thought would ever happen. Still, I was hoping that somehow I might get at least a little time alone with her.

I plotted and schemed how to get her away from her friend if even for a few moments. She introduced me to her friend who was going to stay with the other guy. I offered to drive them down and they eagerly climbed in beside me. My life’s desire was sitting next to me, bodies touching, making me weak and causing certain parts of my anatomy to remind me they were still very much alive. Pleasant conversation was out of the question. I couldn’t think of one sensible thing to say. The girls were chatting away happily as the nights accomodations and I dropped them off.

I hesitantly asked if they both would be sleeping there. My blonde answered with a smile that her friend would be, but that she was hoping to stay with me, if that was ok? OK???? Heck! More than ok! I wansn’t sure I was hearing it correctly but I wasn’t going to argue about it either. I grabbed her suitcase and tossed it in the back and literally raced back to my place with her at my side. Plans, plans, tons of plans! I couldn’t decide whether to devour her right there or wait till after dinner. Even better, I thought, SHE could be dinner. My hormones were raging; she sat composed and smiling. How could she look so calm when I was a nervous wreck?

While carrying her suitcase inside I managed to ask where her husband was. She calmly said he was home and that this was a girl’s outing only. More panting on my part, more body parts reminding me of their needs. What I really wanted to do was drag her off the bedroom and have my way with her immediately. Instead, I asked politely if she was hungry and if she would like to have dinner. Her answer was so simple. She wasn’t really hungry, but she was a bit tired and would like to perhaps lie down for awhile. Then miracle of miracles,she asked me to join her.

I followed her like a puppy on a leash. I was hers to do with as she wished. This was going to be pure heaven. It had been a long time since I had made love to anyone, but I thought I could remember how it went. I went over the steps in my mind. Go slow, dont panic, kiss, touch, hold, fondle, remove a few articles of clothing. So easy to do, but once she lay down on the bed and turned to me, I completely lost all sense of decorum. The polite first kiss turned into a deep hungry passionate one.

In some ways I felt like a kid getting his very first piece. I fumbled with her clothing, trying to undo buttons and hooks. The T-shirt was easy. Tug, pull, off, but she was pressing her body against mine so hard that I couldn’t get my hands in between us to pull off her shorts. After a few fumbled moves she noticed what I was doing and easily slipped out of the rest of her outer clothing. I kept kissing her, slipping my tongue between her teeth tasting her tongue, probing deeper and deeper. She was wriggling and moving against me making my obvious erection even harder with each squirm. I really wanted to just rip off her panties and penetrate her right then, but I also wanted her to enjoy this moment as much as I.

I backed off a bit to get a good look at her partially clad body. Black see through lace panties and matching bra. The bra was properly filled and her erect nipples were poking through inviting me to attend to them. I didn’t wait to remove the bra. I just sucked right through the lace. Heaven! But this only made me want to see more and get naked skin contact. I reached under her and found the hooks. I’d completely forgotten how to undo those with one hand. One hook is a problem, two is aggravating, but THREE was beyond my limits. I decide to take the straightforward approach. Without ceremony I grabbed her, rolled her onto her stomach and attacked the hooks straight on with both hands. She was a bit startled, but breathed a sigh of relief and giggled at my frustration and my solution. The giggling was cute, but I decided she was in need of a firm hand now, which I applied directly to her butt. OUCH! This definitely had an effect.

Now, not only hot and bothered, we were engaging in a combat to see who would prevail. She immediately rolled out from under me, pushed me back on the bed, and without hesitation pulled off my shirt, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and pulled everything off and tossed it on the floor. Ok the rules were finally established. This was going to be fun. I needed fun, but more than anything right now I needed some pure animalistic sex. We both were panting and sweating now each looking at the other to see who was going to make the next move. I decided I was going to be in control, after all, I’m the male here, and males are supposed to be in control.

It was time for some serious foreplay. I just sat there looking at her beautiful brown eyes. She was staring back with an expression which told me she wasn’t sure what was coming next. She soon found out. Very slowly, very tenderly I stroked her hair. She sighed. I pulled her closer and kissed her again, softly, deeply. She trembled. I stroked her back, tracing the curves down to her bottom. She pressed her self closer to me. I laid her down and began to lick and suck her nipples. She gasped. I let my tongue trail down her torso until I had tasted every inch, stopping just short of my intended target. She shuddered and whined. I started to lick my way back up, but she grabbed my head and tried to push it downward, obviously showing me what she wanted. I knew from her moans that she was ready for some oral delights. So was I, so I allowed her to manipulate me into the correct position and began a slow and delicious licking of her most sensitive spot. I soon discovered this was not an easy task.

She was not one to lie still and kept alternately thrusting her hips and pushing my face deeper between her legs. I never heard of anyone suffocating from this activity, but I did think that there is always a first time, and was mildly panicked for a few moments. Her undulations were getting faster and her vocalizing louder. It was obvious she was about to come. I kept licking and sucking and was rewarded with her screams and her shattering orgasm accompanied by her trying to squash my head like a grape. I didn’t have time to think about what to do next, she was whining and pleading me to enter her, and my body was reacting. I could feel the pressure building and needed a release too.

With one swift move I literally pounced on her, quickly finding the target which was dripping with her juices. I intended to go slowly, but the lubrication was so heavy that I virtually slid in all the way on the first thrust like a batter sliding into home plate. It became impossible to do anything but just hammer away at her and frankly at this point I had no intention of anything else. It was my turn to come and I was going for it now. She moaned with each stroke as I pushed deeper into her. She whined when I started to pull back too far and she thought I was going to pull out. She bucked her hips in time to my thrusting, making sounds I’ve never heard before, but they totally made me wild. Finally I could hold back no longer, and with complete fulfillment shot my load deep within her. This triggered another of her orgasms and we both lay there with reciprocating contractions until our muscles relaxed and I unhappily slid from within her warm body.

After a brief rest we went at it again all night and into morning. She was so uninhibited. Every place I touched seemed to send her further and further into some secret world of pleasure. I was enjoying listening to her, half wondering if the neighbors were able to hear what was going on. They probably figured it was those X-rated movies I watched endlessly. This was better than any movie. This was real life and I was starring in it. I didn’t get much sleep in those few days. Even when she slept I stayed awake just looking at her, wondering why she came into my life and was willing to share herself with me. I never asked, I just accepted what she offered and gave what I could. When she left, I felt that same emptiness you get when a true friend moves away and you think you will never see them again. Someday, somehow, somewhere, I knew she and I would meet again, and I would be just as breathless and amazed and in awe of that special blonde.

I kissed her gently on the forehead. She mumbled something unintelligible and opened her eyes. She yawned, stretched, and reached out to me. I inhaled her fragrance again. Its sweet odor as intoxicating as ever. As she pulled me closer I thought of all the things I should be doing. People to see, things to do, but somehow nothing seemed all that important right now. Once again I became part of her fantasy, and she part of mine, and that one moment in time became an eternity.