Chapter 3
By morning, I was horny again.
With visions of the beautiful blonde Toni filling my head, I stood by the window waiting for her. She arrived, right on schedule, and waved at me as she sprinted past the house. It was a good thing she couldn't see below my waist.
I spent the next half-hour masturbating, shooting my healthy load into a towel. Weak and trembling, I dozed on the sofa. When I woke up, there was a talk show on TV. It was all about couples confessing to each other that they had cheated.
I watched with interest. Most of them were in my age group (35 to 40) and most of the couples were having affairs with their neighbors. My fantasies grew by leaps and bounds.
Around lunch time, there was a knock at the door. On my way to answer it, I peeped out the window and smiled when I recognized the car in the driveway. It belonged to another neighbor, Polly.
"How's the ankle?" she asked when I opened the door for her.
"Getting better every day," I answered, noting that she was wearing a short, white tennis outfit that showed off her lean, tanned legs and her trim waistline.
I was wearing my usual outfit, jogging shorts and a T-shirt.
Polly had stopped by faithfully every day since my accident. She made sure I ate a good lunch, even though I was perfectly capable of fixing it myself. Despite the difference in our ages (15 years older than me), we became fast friends, talking easily about lots of different subjects. When Polly confessed that her husband, a busy banking executive, traveled a great deal, I realized she was simply lonely. Making my lunch was a way to keep herself occupied.
"I know you can make your own lunch, but.. . " She finished the sentence with a little smile and a shrug.
I motioned toward the kitchen. "Be my guest."
Polly squeezed my hand and practically skipped into our big, sunny kitchen. I followed a few steps behind, wondering why I'd never noticed her shapely ass before.
Settling on a stool at the bar, I propped my foot up on a chair. Sometimes, it still ached a little, but I had other things on my mind at the moment. We talked while she made sandwiches and heated soup. In the back of my mind, I thought about how pretty she was. Her short, dark hair framed her heart-shaped face with soft curls. When she smiled, which was often, dimples appeared in her cheeks and she had big, doe-like brown eyes, framed by long, black lashes.
"You're awfully pretty today," I said aloud. I hadn't meant to say that aloud. Realizing what I'd done, I held my breath.
To my surprise, she blushed prettily and dropped the spoons she had in her hand. "That's very sweet," she stammered.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you," I said sincerely.
She nodded and rinsed off the spoons. "It's just been a long time since anyone told me that," she answered. "Especially a handsome young man like you."
"Surely your husband tells you that," I said, half-seriously, half-teasing.
Polly did not look at me as she placed a bowl of steaming soup on the counter. She simply shook her head. "He's a very busy man."
"Too busy to tell his wife how beautiful she is?"
This time her eyes met mine. "Too busy for most everything."
The silence in the kitchen was almost tangible. She told me more in those few minutes than she had in all the weeks we'd been eating lunch together. And what I learned surprised and excited me at the same time. Polly was a beautiful woman, lonely, neglected and all but begging for my attention.
"Come over here," I said softly and stood up.
She moved slowly, her steps measured but not hesitant. When she was standing in front of me, arms by her sides, I could hear her soft, ragged breathing. Her light perfume filled my head. Taking her chin in my hand, I kissed her mouth tenderly.
Polly whimpered softly and her lips parted for my probing tongue. She looped her arms around me, her body inching so close that her breasts were just touching my chest. I slid my hands down her back, amazed at the taut muscles there. She sucked on my tongue, moaned and tangled her fingers in the hair at the nape of my neck.
There was no turning back now!
As our kiss deepened, my hands moved lower, kneading the firm muscles in her ass. Now, the full length of her body was pressed against mine. Her heat mingled with mine to create an inferno of desire. I'll admit some of it was due to the fact that this was another man's wife. But most of it was Polly, warm and obviously willing. My cock was half-hard.
Finally, we came up for air. I nibbled her ear and kissed my way down her soft, white neck.
"My husband is the only man I've ever slept with," she confessed in a shaky voice.
I barely heard her over the pounding of my heart. My hands began roaming, caressing her womanly curves. She was soft where she should be and firm where it mattered most. My cock throbbed between us. Finally, I covered her breasts with both hands and looked into her eyes. Gold flecks flickered like little fires and she was even more beautiful than before.
"Then it's time you experienced a little variety," I told her. My voice was just as shaky.
She closed her eyes and thrust her breasts into my hands. At the same time, she worked her mound back and forth against my cock.
"It's been a long time," I guessed.
Polly nodded, swallowed hard and pulled my mouth to hers again. We kissed, tongues battling for what felt like an eternity. Up under her tennis skirt, her panties were damp. She moaned into my mouth and humped my exploring fingers. I sensed that her body had taken complete control over her senses.
"God, I'm so wet it's almost embarrassing," she breathed, holding onto my wrist with both hands.
"Don't be ashamed," I whispered. Pushing her panties up inside of her with two fingers, I pulled them out again. "You're even prettier this way."
"Oh, Lucas," she whimpered as she shuddered.
It wasn't a lie. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes burned with desire and the scent of her heat was incredible. She licked her full lips with the tip of her pink tongue. I wanted to taste every inch of her.
Hooking my fingers in the waistband of her panties, I eased them down off her hips. With her hands on my shoulders, she made no move to help me. She simply stood there trembling as I pushed the silky garment down her thighs. Once they reached her knees, they fell to the floor.
Polly lifted one foot slightly and kicked them aside. At that same moment, I slid my fingers back up her inner thighs toward her burning bush. She gasped when I ran my fingers through her short curls. That gasp turned into a moan when I teased her swollen lips. They parted easily at my touch and my fingertips were immediately coated with her thick oils. I pushed one teasing digit inside of her gently.
"Jesus," she breathed, and spread her legs even further apart.
Her musky scent was stronger now and my mouth watered. Moving awkwardly because of the cast on my ankle, I knelt on the floor in front of her. She watched me curiously but, again, did not stop me as I lifted her short skirt. Now I was at eye-level with her neatly trimmed black bush. Using my thumbs, I pried her lips apart gently. Her little clit peeped out shyly at me. Inside my shorts, my cock jerked in response.
Running my nose through her hairs, I inhaled her womanly aroma. She was moaning steadily, legs further apart and her body pressed toward my face. The moment my tongue touched her clit, she grunted and her whole body grew stiff. Then it began to vibrate.
Leaving her clit behind, I worked my tongue deeper into her slit. The tiny mouth of her pussy sucked on it hungrily and I pushed it deeper, eager to feel her reaction. Her oils had a strong but not unpleasant taste and I lapped them up noisily.
"Eat me," she groaned, her hips already beginning to move steadily. "Please, Lucas, eat me."
Sensing that her climax was not far away, I grabbed her ass with both hands and literally pulled her onto my tongue. I fucked her with it, driving it as deep as I could. Her lusty grunts filled the kitchen and I tongued her even faster. For some reason, I wondered what my wife would do if she happened to come home unexpectedly. Pushing that thought aside, I caught her clit between two fingers and pinched it to match the rhythm of my tongue.
"Uh!Uh!Uh!" she grunted.
And then she was cumming. Her juices flooded my mouth and her pussy squeezed my tongue forcefully. I continued kneading her ass with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other until she stepped away from me. Now, the eyes that gazed down into mine were glazed with lust, the fire dimmed somewhat, but still burning.
"Do you know how long it has been since I climaxed like that?" she asked, her voice breathless.
I shook my head and kissed her inner thighs tenderly.
"At least ten years," she answered.
"Your husband doesn't know what he's missing," I said honestly as I struggled to my feet.
She kissed my mouth. At the same time, she reached inside of my shorts and gave my throbbing cock a firm squeeze.
"Your tongue was wonderful, but I still want this," she said.
Her voice was somewhat soft and timid, but there was nothing shy about the look she was giving me. It was the look of a woman in need, a woman who had been alone way too long. There was nothing hesitant about her touch either. The fingers that curled around my prong became more demanding with every stroke.
"And I plan on giving you this," I answered, humping her hand. "Any way you want it."
"Let me lock the door and we'll go into the living room," she whispered, releasing me reluctantly.
"Sounds like a plan."
I limped into the living room and pulled off my shorts and T-shirt before taking a seat on the sofa. Polly stopped when she saw me leaning back against the cushions, my dick sticking straight up like an exclamation point.
Without a moment's hesitation, she removed the rest of her clothing, dropping them onto the floor as she approached me. Though heavy, her breasts were firm and uplifted. They jiggled only slightly with her movements. Her nipples were as big as my thumbs, especially after she began fondling them. Her waist was still narrow and her hips flared only enough to add to her hourglass figure. At the juncture of her thighs was the black patch I'd explored earlier with my tongue. My dick was aching to experience that, too.
"I'm so excited, it scares me," she whispered as curled her fingers around my prick. Several well-timed strokes brought pre-cum bubbling onto the tip. She caught it in her palm expertly and smeared it into my shaft.
"Just relax," I told her. I eased two fingers inside of her pussy, priming her for my dick.
Her eyes glazed with lust again. Continuing to hold my cock steady with one hand, she straddled my lap. I watched as she lowered herself onto me, spreading her legs even wider as she did so. Her clit was bigger than before and the mouth of her cunt was even hotter and wetter.
Polly closed her eyes and lowered her body slowly. Whether she was doing this to tantalize herself or whether she was just savoring the moment, I had no idea. All I knew, was that she held her breath as she continued sliding downward, taking me into her an inch or so at a time.
When she finally settled down onto me, she remained motionless. Her tight, wet pussy squeezed me rhythmically and I felt the cum begin to boil in my balls. To distract myself, I fondled her breasts, palming her sharp nipples. Then I slid my hands downward, cupping her ass, teasing her pussy from behind with my fingers.
"Your pussy is so hot," I breathed.
"Lucas," she whimpered, working her hips in a little circle.
Her breasts swayed back and forth in front of my face. I stuck out my tongue and licked her nipples.
"It feels like my dick is going to melt," I told her. Sinking deeper into the cushions, I thrust upward gently.
"Lucas," she moaned.
Squeezing her ass with both hands, I moved my head from one nipple to the other, sucking hard.
"Come on, show me how that pussy can suck my dick."
"Lucas," she grunted.
Polly lifted herself off of me until only my knob was trapped in her sucking cunt. Then she sank downward again, faster than before, but still more slowly than I wanted. I forced myself to remain motionless, to let her set her own pace.
"I love the way it feels," she whispered as she began moving faster.
I held my breath and fought for control.
"So big. So hard."
"Ride it, baby," I groaned. With just a thread connecting me to reality, I bucked upward to meet her. "Ride it hard."
"Oh, Lucas," Polly whimpered.
Sitting upright, she bounced up and down on top of me like she was riding a pogo stick. On every other downstroke, she worked her hips in a circle, grinding her clit against me. Her pussy squeezed me tighter and tighter, her breasts jiggled seductively. The sound of our bodies slapping together wetly reached my ears.
The spunk was leaping from ball to ball threatening to erupt when her climax hit. Her body grew stiff and her throaty grunts filled the room. All I could do is lay there and watch while she jerked out of control, her face a mask of concentration.
"I need to cum again," she whispered, almost before she caught her breath.
Without waiting for my reply, she lifted herself off of me. After stroking my sex-slick cock briefly, she licked the knob. Then she moved to her hands and knees on the floor.
"Fuck me like this," she all but demanded.
It was as if she had suddenly turned into an untamed animal. I liked it!
Moving into place behind her, I primed her freshly-fucked pussy with two fingers again. She moaned, pressed her breasts into the carpet and thrust her ass high into the air.
"Fuck me," she repeated.
I entered her in one smooth motion, not stopping until I was buried to the hilt.
"Yeah, that's what I need," she muttered. "All of it."
She began rocking back and forth on her knees. I picked up her rhythm quickly. From this position, I could watch my cock sliding in and out of her hole, stretching it wide. It was covered with her juices and beginning to throb again.
"Fuck me," she wailed. "Fuck me hard."
Squeezing her ass with both hands, I pulled her back against me. My balls slapped the back of her thighs noisily and I churned her juices to a froth with my powerful, rapid-fire thrusting.
Finally, realizing that the cum had streaked to the head of my dick, I reached underneath and began rubbing her clit. Her pussy began to pulse. Her low moans reached my ears and suddenly, I was cumming, spraying my white-hot load deep into her cunt. That triggered her orgasm and she pushed back against me reaching for everything I could give her.
We remained like that until we caught our breath. Her pussy released me reluctantly, only after I shriveled and began to slip out of her. And then she rolled onto her side, eyes closed, hands between her legs.
"You must think I'm terrible. An old married woman acting this way," she said quietly.
"You're not old by any means," I said sincerely, and stroked her sweaty hip with my fingers.
Polly did not even bother to clean up before she left. She simply dressed, kissed me warmly and left me lying on the sofa.
I lay for a few minutes in the silent house wondering if this had just been another fantasy. Then I looked down at the pussy juices still drying on my cock. My fingers smelled like cunt and her perfume lingered in the air. No fantasy could be this real-this satisfying.
As I showered, I realized something else. Polly's beauty and her vulnerability had been quite a turn-on. But what really attracted me to her was the fact that she was married.