It All Began With A Just A Naughty Leer Over Lunch

No woman ever tied me down, but I always did well with the fair
sex, enjoying being a bachelor especially after I saw a lot of my
best friends end up in divorce and having themselves financially
and emotionally ruined. I was never consumed with the urge to
procreate and overall I'm very satisfied with my life.
I work for a realty company that finances and builds condo
developments. We have 15 developments, mostly on the East Coast,
plus one in Montana, one near Dallas, Texas. I coordinate the
advertising and set up of the sales office. We sell early units
low to get a base clientele and assure prospective buyers that
they won't be alone in the development. We've survived the
economy quite well because our units are fair priced and pretty
basic. We get a lot of starter couples and seniors. We finance
some buyers ourselves but try to use local banking institutions
rather than the big "chain" banks. If a prospective buyer can put
25 percent or more down, we will try to do our own financing as
it gets people situated faster. The more traffic and cars parked
in front of buildings only means easier selling.
Typically the first building that goes up features one each of
our variety of units. One and two bedroom units, some with
fireplaces or wrap around decks for corner units. Unless there's
a special order, we sell 4 basic units. I'll work with a
furniture company on advertising trades to help furnish each of
the "models" so they can be shown how they looked when lived in.
I usually pick one to make "my home" until we really get rolling
and we hire a sales staff. I'm usually in an area for 60-90 days.
12 years ago when I started this venture with a couple investors,
before we sold what holdings we had, our concept, and way of
business, to a larger builder/realtor who smartly hired me.  I
used to screw around a lot with potential female customers. I was
a good looking guy who took risks. I was very stupid to get
involved with people I was trying to sell to; especially when I
knew (and they didn't) there was no chance for a relationship. I
had a few contracts torn up in my face, a couple husbands who
were trying to find me, and a few fathers who wanted words with
me.
Since that time I haven't settled down much, but as my first
business partner would tell me, "don't shit where you eat". I
haven't been involved with customers, their wives, or daughters.
So we were just beginning to settle into a new development in the
Elmira, New York area. It was an area that had done pretty well
in the economic downturn and based on our formulas and
statistics, might be ripe for condominium development. Our basic
units run in the 125-150K range and new housing is way beyond
those marks, so young families starting out or seniors who want
to downsize are our usual customers.

We had broken ground in March and had the first building up with
6 units that represented our 4 floor plans. After living in a
hotel for a month I had just settled into one of the demo units.
We still had 11 more buildings and 88 condos to go. I start with
a staff of 4, 2 people who travel from our office and two local
hires that we hope can start a sales office. I was just about to
put the office in place, we had reached that stage. I had15 units
sold without much of a sales push and the ad rush was just about
to begin in radio and newspaper. It was Thursday and on Monday 2
people would be in to interview for local staff and once
everything was in motion, I was moving on to Portland Maine to
find property.

I went to a nearby strip mall for lunch every day, opting for a
pizza/salad joint, a chinese buffet,
and a deli as a regular rotation of variety. Lunch was my big
meal of the day since I spent most of my evenings jogging or
exercising. My body was nowhere near the shape it was a dozen
years ago, but I still looked pretty OK. If I sought female
company, I usually didn't have much trouble getting to know
someone.

I was sitting in the Deli one lunch time at a table in the front
window facing out to the parking lot and the passersby. A woman
driving an Escalade pulled right in the lot facing me and got
out, closed the door, and brushed herself off as if she had dust
or crumbs on her person. She checked herself out in the
reflection of the vehicle and turned as a Nissan mini-van pulled
in 2 spaces above her. This pretty brunette smiled to the
mini-van and headed across the street to the walk in front of the
deli. The person in the mini-van, a woman, must have been meeting
her there, but I could not take my eyes off the brunette from the
Escalade. She wore snug designer jeans and wore a smart and chic
top that surely cost more than all the clothes I was wearing. She
walked in a determined, but sexy strut toward the entrance of the
next business, a beauty supply chain. In the corner of my eye I
saw the other woman, a slightly chubby, but handsome, blond
walking swiftly as if to catch up while the brunette was slowing
her pace so they could walk in together.

To say I was mesmerized by the brunette, her looks, her style,
her swagger, and just overall real attractiveness would be the
understatement of a life time. Not overdressed, nor overly made
up, just perfect and in a way that she seemed totally
approachable. My elevator eyes were glued to her, noticing the
perfect bounce to her breasts and the sway of her curvy bottom. I
leaned forward a bit as she got just out of eyeshot, but as she
turned out to spin and greet her friend she came back into the
edge of my view. I expected to see the two air kiss and go inside
when suddenly the door to the deli flung open and the blond
shouted to me, "Why don't you just take a picture? Wipe off your
mouth, you're drooling . . . PERVERT!"

Her admonishment to me was the only thing that I might take my
eyes off the brunette for as 3 or 4 other tables in the deli
turned to look at me, wondering what I might have done. Right
away the couple at the table next to me said, "What was her
problem? You were just sitting here."

I replied, "I've never seen her before and am certainly not
interested in her. She needs to get over herself." The rest of
the tables started chuckling at the woman as she popped out the
door as fast as she popped in and met her friend, obviously
telling her that I was ogling her, which as far as I was
concerned, was a compliment. It wasn't like I went out and
followed her, or approached her, I just admired a beautiful
woman. Looking back I remember thinking she wasn't Marilyn
Monroe, or bombshell type beautiful; she was Grace Kelly, Audrey
Hepburn, Sophia Loren or Cindy Crawford gorgeous. Just the whole
package carried around and supported by her own elegance.

I was just getting into the 2nd half of my Roast Beef Sandwich
when both women came out of the beauty supply store and walked in
front of the window of the deli with the blond stopping and
taking the elbow of her classy friend and turning to see me as if
to say "Here's the creep who ogled and undressed you with his
eyes". I did read her lips to know she said "undressed you".

This particular apple of my eye turned and looked at me and her
eyes stayed on me for more than a polite look, meeting my eyes
and half smiling which I took as appreciation for my once over.
She turned and air kissed her friend and walked directly across
from me to her car, leaving me a walk-way to take in while her
friend yelled something to coach her that she was giving me a
show, causing her to reach her hand carrying her millinery bag
over her posterior, blocking my view of the twin globes movement.
Out of the blonds view she pulled the bag to her front and stood
there as if looking for a key, then opening the back door,
dropping her bag and then turning to face me, she smiled and got
into her Caddy. She waved to her friend and they both backed out,
one going left and the other right. When they were parallel with
each other they spoke through the windows and the blond, closest
to me, whipped her head towards me and gave me the finger and
they pulled away. I chuckled to myself at the little vignette
that had played out before me and finished my sandwich. As I did
the little woman from behind the counter came around to the 3 or
4 tables of people finishing their lunches with a small plate of
pastry she called "rugelach" in her heavy Russian accent and with
a pair of metal tongs she put one on our paper plate saying
"sweet ending" and nodding with a smile. She stopped at my table,
placed the raisin filled pastry on my plate and said in her
broken English, "I'm wicked Jewish mother-in-law to 3 just like
the fat one, go look for the rich one. My sons all pick wrong
ones." Then she laughed heartily as if she knew she was the
stereotype of the Jewish mother, no woman ever good enough for
her sons.

My sign at the rental office said "back at 2:15", even though I
usually took just an hour. I didn't want to be back at 2:02 and
miss a sale so I put the extra quarter hour to cover those
minutes here and there. So I had at least another 20 minutes to
blow off and I opened my paper to the crossword and finished my
coffee and rugelach. In just a few minutes I was stumped at 4
down, four letters "be rife with" starting with a "b". I was
tapping the page as I ran word possibilities through my mind when
I became aware of someone standing at the window watching me. I
looked up and there was the gorgeous brunette, now wearing a
somewhat jaunty wide brimmed hat. It made her even more sexy and
teasingly appealing to me. She smiled and turned to the side,
never taking her eyes off me and walked down the sidewalk until
she was out of my view. I gathered my paper and left a few
dollars on the table and rushed out the door, not wanting to miss
the opportunity that may or may not lie before me.

She was walking slowly passed the stores and stopped in front of
a little lunch and tapas bar, A place I thought was too dark for
a casual lunch, and then went inside. I thought to myself, "OK.
I'll bite." and followed her in. I looked up and down the half
empty bar and at the little tables and she was nowhere to be
seen. I turned to walk out and there she was in front of me.

"No man has looked at me like that in years. At least no man as
interesting as you." She said with only a hint of a smile.

"No woman was worth that look until this afternoon. You're really
quite spectacular." I said wishing I hadn't.

"Spectacular, huh? My husband used to use that word on me." She
said not changing her expression waiting for my reaction.

"Husband, huh? He must be "ex" if he doesn't see "spectacular"
anymore."

She pressed her lips tightly together as if wanting to hold back
what was on the tip of her tongue to say to do a rewrite on her
next line.

"Unapproachable is what most men see. You looked at me like I
want men to look at me, confident and hungry. My name is Myra."

"How about that husband?"

"I'd like to not mention him anymore."

"So, . . it's  an ex?"

"From the look on your face before and what it did to me, made me
feel, you really ought to stop asking questions if you want to be
the luckiest man alive today." Myra said with a threatening tone.

"Your game, your rules?" I asked.

"You're catching on. Let's get a table, buy me a drink. Tequila
Sunrise."

"I have to be back in my office slash apartment in a few minutes.
I'm alone there but I need to answer the phone. It'll be self
explanatory once you see." I said looking at my watch seeing it
was almost 2 o'clock.

"I need the drink, call it liquid steel will. I haven't gotten
your name."

"JayJay, don't kill yourself trying to figure it out. I was Jack
Junior all my life and JJ just stuck."

"OK, um, . . the drink?" She said as she went to a table and took
her wide brimmed big hat off.

I got the drink and a water with lemon for myself. As I sat
across from her I looked at the jaunty hat. "Four down, 4
letters, starts with a b, "be rife with". . . . .BRIM." I said
happy with myself.

"I don't get it."

"What I was puzzling after when you came to the window a few
minutes ago. The crossword puzzle." I said proudly.

"I don't think you're serious, or maybe don't think I'm serious."
She said, feeling peeved as she gulped half her drink.

I looked at her and shook my head as if I had no idea what she
was talking about.

"I get up in the morning and I have everything I need, every
convenience is mine, plus all the money I need. The day is mine
now with my twins in school and the don't get home until 4 in the
afternoon. When I look in the mirror I see the same woman I was 9
years ago when I got married but my husband treats me like his
housemaid and child care specialist. You looked at me the way he
used to when just a look had me panting and wanting him, and he
me. I'm panting now hoping you'll light a fire from all these
sparks." She said confidently with just a touch of embarrassment.

"The man who neglects you is a fool."

"Take me somewhere before I lose my courage." She said as she
downed the rest of her drink and pushed her chair back waiting
for me to take the lead.

I don't make a habit of, and expressly avoid married women. I'm
no home wrecker and respect the thinnest "intellectual property"
claim of a man for his woman. Even though he hasn't treated her
properly, she is the person he depends on to make it all work
when he's home and away. However, in my view of this woman, she
is someone who would bring you to your knees with her looks, the
way she carried herself. Even though I considered myself one of
the most moral single men with a conscience founded in the best
character qualities, she was a siren that no man could resist.

"My place is very public, it's just 2 minutes from here. If you
want this to continue, follow me there" I said standing up
reaching for her hand and kissing her hungry mouth.

The kiss was short but I heard her swoon a little like she wanted
to make a scene in the almost empty bar of this tapas lounge. I
wouldn't have any of that as I turned and pulled away walking
toward the door hearing the click of her Dolce and Gabbani shoes
close behind on the shiny black tile. My yellow G-8 was parked
just 3 spots from her as she quickly tailed me out of the mall
and up past the interstate interchange and going right up the
knoll that led to our development that stayed hidden from the
major route and I-88 exchange.

Thankfully there was no one waiting to see me at the sales
office. It was dusty as trucks were moving earth out of the area
and new building material was arriving. I got out of my car and
quickly looked down to be sure I was presentable. I ran my hands
down the front of my pants to push any wrinkles out of the way.
She got out of her car with a smile that would have melted anyone
within eyeshot.

"JJ, are you the salesman here? Interesting!" she said as she
sauntered up to me, her hips rolling and her head thrown back
pushing her breasts out, her nipples clearly hard and outlined.

"Yes, I'm selling units and hope to have a few of the buildings
full before they've finished."

"Oh? These aren't for sale?" She said turning almost 180 degrees
to be sure I saw her beautiful ass again.

I made sure she walked a step or two behind me walking up the
wide porch. She had put her arm out for me to take, but just in
case anyone she knew saw her, I wanted this to look innocent. I
explained that to her as we walked inside and she nodded with a
touch of fear suddenly filling her face.

When we got inside the office, I asked her bluntly, "Second
thoughts?"

"No, you just reminded me how careful I have to be, but I'm in."

I began a sales spiel to her. "This office is actually part of
the foyer of this condo. Through that door and the makeshift wall
you'll see the rest of the foyer, minus the closet and the tile
entrance. I live here until things get rolling and we hire an
office staff and sales people."

I opened the door, setting the buzzer that would ring if the
outside door were to open, and locked the inside door to insure
privacy. I left a sign, "have a seat, showing a model" and turned
on the inner office camera and tv monitor giving us a view of
anyone who might walk in. I left Myra there as I went and closed
the curtain in front of the French doors leading to the patio and
deck. She was assured we were private, and alone. She seemed to
exhale and instantly open up.

"Dealing with kids and other mothers with kids and a husband who
works so many hours I look in the mirror every lonely morning as
I get ready to shower and wonder why I feel so lonely. I was no
runaround when I was single, but the look you gave me earlier was
one I haven't seen from my husband in years. Don't get me wrong,
I love him, he's just not the animal I want him to be often
enough. You looked at me like an animal, a sex animal." She said
as she let her hair completely down and slipped off her little
shoes.

She was so honest and straightforward I wasn't sure if she had
done this a hundred times before, or if this were the first.

"Show me how much you want me." She said quietly as I stepped to
her and covered her mouth with mine.

Her tongue shot into my mouth and I brought a hand up and filled
it with her left breast. It was firm and through her blouse and
thin bra her nipple felt like a bolt stuck in a sock. I pinched
it hard and I felt her back leg buckle in her stance. I shifted a
bit so she could keep her balance as the kiss deepened and she
pressed against me. I leaned her back toward the wall and slid my
hand over her breast, stomach, and right between her legs. It was
warm and obviously soaked between her legs. She ground against my
hand and broke my kiss to nip my ear and growl, "be my beast!"

"Just tell me, . . why me?" I was still wondering.

"A woman, particularly THIS woman, does things to make a man feel
what you did when you looked at me. I know many men feel I'm
unapproachable, and my husband knows he already has me. But, I
miss the thunder, the wantonness, the passion of being taken, and
fulfilled. Your leer told everyone who saw you, especially my
pushy sister-in-law, that you already had me a hundred times.
Now, take me!" She said forcefully.

My mind's eye quickly went back to the moment I saw her and what
she did to me when I first saw her and she was right. I did feel
like I had already had her, like I knew how to make her happy,
how to bring out the slutty whore that is in most every woman
when the right keys are turned. Now I had to make a statement
that the afternoon would be on my rules, my way. I kissed her on
the lips gently after the demand that I take her and simply said,
"Nice mouth" as I put my hands on her shoulders and began to push
down. She immediately knew she was going to her knees.

She looked straight at the bulge in my pants and ran her hands
over it, feeling its length, and measuring where the head was
against the material. She leaned forward and kissed it and then
opened her mouth and ran her teeth over it in a mock bite before
running her hands up to my belt and pulling the hook out of the
hole letting the two ends drop. She deftly used two hands to
slide the stay open and release my pants to the front inside
button. She undid that and let my pants fall. Again, she felt the
length and found the head through my cotton shorts and kissed it,
then pushing it into her mouth, what little she could do with my
cotton boxers still on.

Still not taking her eyes off my penis outline both of her hands
went up to the waistband and pulled my briefs down, causing my
hardness to bob in her face. She ran her hands over my short
cropped pubic hair and then looked up at me and smiled.

"A man who keeps this at neat as this knows how to make a woman
happy, and likes to get his cock sucked as well."

"Do you like to suck cock?" I asked rudely.

"I do, it tells my lover how bad I want him."

"After I cook a big load of cum in those balls from fucking your
mouth, your pussy, and your ass, I want to shoot it down your
throat. Are you ready for that?" I demanded.

She flushed red and I saw her shudder, almost as if she had a
small orgasm.

"I'm ready for that, I'll eat your cum and make sure we cook up a
big load." She said just before kissing the tip of my cock and
then opening her mouth to taste test my cock, sliding her lips
over the tip and backing and smacking her tongue through her
lips, judging the taste.

"You're delicious!" She said before filling her mouth and going
as deep as she could over my cock.

She worked her mouth over and over me, sometimes using her
fingers to lightly stroke me and then hold my balls in her little
hand. I enjoyed watching her with her eyes closed in
concentration while her rounded lips crept over the meat of my
cock, in and out. Then she suddenly stopped, resting back on her
heels and held my penis before her while she looked up to my
eyes.

"My ass? You're going to fuck my ass?"

"Have you ever HAD your ass fucked?"

"Yes, sort of and it hurt."

"No pain, no gain. You'll cum like you never have, but know, . .
. I would never hurt you. You're far too beautiful a treasure."

"OK," she said in resignation as she dropped her head over my
cock again.

Before she got into it again I took her hands, the one on my leg
and the other cupping my balls at the time and I coaxed her to
stand.

"Let's get that pretty body of yours undressed, we're here for
you, not me." I said softly, hoping I might allay any fears she
might have.

I covered her mouth with mine and we kissed passionately, she
really knew how to use her tongue. As we stood I was pulling her
top from her jeans and I took a baby step back, not interrupting
the kiss, and began to unbutton her designer blouse. There were
only four buttons and she dutifully put her arms down to let it
fall after I pushed it off her shoulder. Both of her breasts
overflowed the push up cups of her brassiere and I happy that it
clasped in the front so I could break the kiss to get a full view
of them coming out of their encumbrance.

I wanted to cry when I saw how beautiful her tits were. How her
husband can work all day knowing these 2 beauties were home is
beyond me. They fell perfectly on her chest, I suspect maybe an
inch or so lower than when she was single, but her aureole and
nipple were the color of fine merlot and still sat in the middle
of each breast, pointing straight ahead. I brought my hand to
them and she swooned.

"Ohhhhhh, Godddddddddd, please play with them. I love that so
much." She begged as her knees buckled a bit and I spun her
around letting her grind her ass into me while I squeezed and
kneaded those tits.

I swabbed her neck with my tongue as I manhandled her breasts as
she panted and moaned. I nipped her ear as she had done to me,
but then as I grabbed each nipple and ran them roughly between my
thumb and forefinger I stuck my tongue in her ear.

Her whole body shook and I knew she was totally mine, probably
having cum without being touched, but she also lost her patience
with me for not getting below her waist. She grabbed one of the
hands twisting her nipple like removing a lug nut and pushed it
between her legs. I rubbed hard over her pussy and then drew up
and slid my hand down under her jeans while she sucked in her
little belly. From her belly button to her fleshy lips she was as
slick as a greased frying pan, not a hair to be found. She leaned
the nape of her neck towards my mouth as my other hand went down
to unbutton her jeans. Trying to push them off her legs while she
tried to get my hands between them was frustrating for her as she
impatiently jerked her little pantied ass against my prong.
Finally I just picked her up and she threw her arms around my
neck, letting me carry her to the sofa on the far side of the
room. I pulled her fancy shoes off and rudely pulled her jeans
over her legs. As soon as her feet came out of the legs she
lifted her ass and snapped her panty down and kicked it off. I
fell to my knees between her legs while she huffed and puffed
trying to either stifle an orgasm or get over one.

My first look at her pussy fulfilled every expectation of my
first glimpse of her I had from the deli. This was a woman who
kept every inch of her body as perfect and pretty as could be.
She was perfectly hairless and smooth as mercury running down a
skein of silk. It was every shade of color between deep pink and
bright coral, her lips and clitoris excitedly filled with blood
waiting to be relieved, excited again and relieved again. Her
skin between her legs and down through the furrow of her ass bore
a hint of tan, but the color was all even. She had no darkened
area around the, as I was to find out soon, sweet asshole that
lay there. She took the time to be sure she was perfect for a
husband who took her and her physical beauty for granted.

As much as I wanted to just stare and admire her sex, my mouth
watered to lap her juices that copiously flowed from her lips
across her perineum and anal cinch. I pressed my face into her
quim, leading with my tongue and shook my head vigorously side to
side as if trying to shake a fly on my nose. I wanted to dive in
and came up for air with my tongue on her clit. My face was wet
from my chin to my forehead before I took the time to pay
particular attention to her engorged clit and bring her off as
fast as I could. Her moans and growls told me she was close and
when I added a finger in her, she blew off gasping for breath
before she calmed, pushing my head away.

I continued fingering her, even adding a finger as she moaned and
began breath a little more normal. With 2 fingers sawing in and
out of her I added a third from my other hand until I saw a
second stream of cum droplets roll from her pussy down over her
asshole. I took the third finger out and easily slipped it into
the little rosette as she drew a deep breath. I worked my fingers
alternately in and out of both holes and soon her hands were
squeezing her breasts, especially the nipples. Watching her
little show and feeling her squeeze at my fingers just about had
my cock ready to burst and I had to get in into her, NOW!

I left her empty and suddenly whimpering to be filled for but
only a few seconds as I knelt up tall and lined myself with the
fat lips of her gorgeous pussy and plunged into her. Although it
was a little late to ask, and my timing couldn't have been worse,
I whispered, "birth control". She half smiled and spoke through a
clogged throat, "fixed, after twins".

Hearing this made me even more ravenous for her and I plunged in
and out of her until she came once again, gripping my arms
tightly and leaving fingernail marks I wore for a day or two. I
was sure to cum soon myself, and even though I was usually good
for a two-fer, I hadn't done it for a few months and worried I
might not get the second stiffie. So I pulled from her and got
her to turn over and lay over the sofa, presenting her ass to me.
The pause worked great in reviving my stamina as I plugged into
her pussy again and began fucking her again, this time slower and
deeper.

Each time I looked down at her perfect little asshole I was
tempted to poke my finger in, but I resisted and instead began to
run my thumb over and over it. There was enough sweat and sex dew
to provide me with a way to keep it slick, but once it seemed to
dry up I began dropping spit on my thumb and soon I wasn't run
running my thumb over her little hole, I was running it around it
as it gaped. Every two or three times I went around I would plug
my thumb in and take it out to rim it again. She was moaning very
hard and cumming every few minutes, stiffening under me. I had
gotten to the point where I was now fucking her pussy with my
cock and her asshole with my thumb, but I needed another break
and this one was perfectly timed.

I pulled out and coaxed her on her back on the sofa facing me
again holding her legs up in the air. I plowed into her pussy and
gave her about 5 or 6 good strokes and then pulled out and
trailed up the crease of her butt with my cock plugging into the
loose gape of her butthole. She didn't have time to sphincter it
shut when I surprised her and was already head deep in her ass.

She suddenly startled and looked hard at me, but not with any
malice or anger.

"You're in my ass! How did you do that?"

"Relax, breath deep breaths. Tell me what hurts." I said reaching
to touch her cheek.

The act of reaching for her cheek moved me an inch or two deeper
into her private space and she looked at me, again startled.

"You push down onto me, wiggle onto me. Stop if it hurts you." I
said with a gentle smile and my best innocent eyes, putting the
onus onto her. If she wanted to continue being fucked in her ass,
she was going to start it.

She wiggled a bit more onto and rolled her eyes back in her head
for a moment and I thought she would just shrink back, but
instead she half smiled at me saying, "you were right, no pain,
no gain, but it feels wonderful and with little hurt at all."

I filled my fingers with spit and drizzled it over where I was
into her and then pushed some of the froth from her pussy down as
well. So, as I began to move in and out of her I was greasing the
chute. She was new to this and I hadn't planned on pumping hard
on her. I wanted her to be able to walk normal going home. I
stoked her as long and as deep as  I could for maybe 9 or 10
strokes, from my balls pressed up to her ass cleavage, to just
the head beginning to rim out the hole. Then I pulled out,
leaving her to look somewhat disappointed.

"You want to walk normal when you get home, don't you?" I asked
as she heartily nodded.

"How do we finish, I HAVE to cum soon or I'll explode. You've
been the best." I said hoping she knew it was a compliment.

"You were the best I ever had and I don't know how to give you up
afterwards, except you and I both know we have to. Do you still
want to finish in my mouth, I would like that, pleasing you." She
said softly in a tone that alone almost made me cum.

To answer I just stood and she sat up reaching for my cock. She
ran her hands over it a few times, aware it had been in her ass,
but she seemed assured it was clean enough, or didn't care, or
maybe just wanted to taste what made her feel so good. She worked
up a good load of spit in her mouth and took my cock as deep as
she could and slowly "washed" it on the upstroke as she moved her
mouth in fluid swishes and circles before swallowing hard and
then looking at me with a sexy little impish smile before moving
her mouth over me and bobbing her head in a steady rhythm.


This was it. I was beyond the point of no return. Her steady head
bob was the perfect road for my orgasm to follow. She was almost
mechanical in how she moved her head and mouth and my breathing
told her she was right onto a solid path. If she wanted to get
out of the way, she had plenty of time as I gasped and moaned.
With no turning back I opened my mouth to let out a guttural
growl and then blew several shots into her mouth that she
greedily swallowed, blast after blast, before gently sucking and
lovingly kissing the tip to coax more out. Finally I could take
no more and pulled my penis from the grip of her lips, leaving
her to smile at me.

I truly expected that once she realized everything that had
happened that afternoon she would abruptly get up and leave,
either mad at me or herself, in a huff. Instead she slipped to
the floor onto her butt and took a long clearing breath ending
with her head all of the way back on the edge of the sofa. I
turned and fell back into the sofa exhausted. We each said
nothing until she turned her head towards me and smiled.

"I haven't been fucked like that since the first year I was
married. Once I got pregnant and Chips business got going, it
just didn't happen. I just knew from the way you looked at me
through the window that you would just rake me over if you got a
chance. I woke up this morning tired of masturbating 5 days a
week and wishing I could get a day like this." She said.

"You've never done this before?" I wondered aloud.

"NOOOOO! I love my husband, I love my life, but being married 9
years with 8 year old twins just saps that need out of you, until
you're reminded what it's like to have a man consume you, turn
you into a slut whore for a little while and make you remember
what it's like to cum so many times, it hurts. And,  . . . I have
no regrets."

"No regrets here either, you were awesome."

"I just followed you. I've only been with 4 men, including you.
Well, maybe um . . 10 if I include the men who just got their pee
pee in my mouth. I was a little trampy my freshman year of
college before I met Chip. I wanted to date the hot guys, but a
couple of my friends got pregnant pulling out and I couldn't take
the pill." She explained as if I were an old friend.

"I wish I knew you then." I chuckled.

"Come on, you're still 10 years older than me, aren't you?" She
asked.

"Well, aren't you the flatterer. I am 46, though. 17 years older
than you if you're 29."

Myra sat up on her knees and turned around to face me, settling
back down on her haunches. She wanted to have a social
conversation. She looked so fucking hot sitting there, I was
getting excited again.

"Is there any place special you have to be today?" I asked.

"You're trying to get rid of me?"

"No, not at all. I just don't want you to be late getting
somewhere and have people out looking for you." I said clearing
it up for her.

"No, just my pain in the ass sister-in-law is going to come by at
4:30 to take the twins to the tennis club for lessons with her
daughter. She'll get them off the bus. If I'm not there, there's
no reason for anyone to be alarmed. I usually do Pilates and book
club today."

As she got further into her conversation she knelt up straight
and then leaned onto the sofa, looking up at me with that bright
smile, and her face . . . I can't tell you how beautiful her face
was, not to mention just a perfect body. She began to talk about
her sister-in-law embarrassing her today for scolding me. "When
we were in the beauty supply shop she said you looked at me like
a rapist. I guess she never knew what it was like to just let it
go and  . . . . . let her inner slut whore free." She said with a
giggle.

It was then she noticed that I was rising to the occasion.

"Oh my God! Put that thing away, my mouth and my pussy are pretty
sore. I can give you a hand job." She said helpfully.

"You have one other little hole we didn't wear out." I said with
a leer.

"Mmmmmmm, I don't know. That wasn't too bad, was actually pretty
good once I got over the fear factor. It really hurt the other
times I tried it. You were a good lover."

I reached over to a drawer on the end table and took out a tube
of KY jelly causing Myra to frown at me. " You old pervert, you
pick gals up a lot, don't you?"

"Now honestly? The furniture is loaned by local furniture
companies and there are stickers on them. This takes off stickers
without scratching the goods. I'm not kidding. But I do know
another good use for it."  I said as I took the lid off and
squeezed a blob off in my hand.

I started to stroke myself with the goo and she volunteered, "I
can give you hand job, you don't have to do that."

"Why don't you try sitting on it?" I said with a smile.

She looked at my cock and remembered it going up her ass earlier
with little trouble, but still looked worried as she stood up.

"I don't know about this, it seems pretty scary." She said as she
reached out to take the KY tube from my hand.

She took a blob on her finger and reached behind herself and
applied it.

"God! It feels so queer, doing this!" She complained.

"Come here", I said, "straddle my legs and bend over."

She did as I asked and handed me the tube. I put a big blob on my
middle finger and slipped it right up her bum hole.

"Wow! Wooo! You went right in!" She yelped.

"Just stay relaxed and we both might enjoy something different."
As I put the tube down and guided her hips and gorgeous ass back
to me.

"Take your hand and hold me to guide it in." I instructed her.

She held me firmly and began to back and sit at the same time,
meeting a little resistance but then in one long push, she came
right down on it.

"OOOOF! God! No it's too deep!" She said, startled.

I held her hips steady and got her to lean back, settling even
more of me into her as I whispered,
"give it a chance, of course it's going to hurt a bit, but didn't
you like it before?"

"I DID, but I just had 10 orgasms in a row then and probably
would have let you cut off a leg and not cared."

She was impaled right on me as I reached around and took those
beautiful breasts in my hands, holding the nipples between my
thumb and forefinger. She swooned and twisted a bit on my cock
with a moan. I realized then she may have cum again right then so
I asked her, "Feel that good?"

"Yes, godammit, playing with my titties and you're hitting
something behind my pussy. I'm going to be an ass whore now!"

"Disappointed?"

"No, I just don't know how to tell my husband how I came to like
it after turning him down so many times. He tried twice on our
honeymoon and it hasn't happened since." She said in a worried
tone.

"Just tell him you have your period and are just too horny to
wait." I whispered as I began to urge her to move on me.

She sat up on me to get her feet on the floor and started to try
and ride me. Small strokes at first and then she got more brave,
bouncing on me.

"I like reverse cowgirl, but never up my butt." She giggled.

Her ass was just so tight and clinging to me, with her strokes
becoming too long, let alone the fact I was in the ass of the
most beautiful woman I was ever with, I was almost ready to come.

"I'm going to shoot right up inside you, Myra. Don't stop yet." I
wailed.

She heard me moan and groan and urge out load saying she could
feel it sloshing in her, although I didn't feel like I had that
much to shoot. But she stopped when I asked her to take it easy
on me.

"God, I have to come off you and I'm afraid of what will happen.
I feel like I'm ready to go!"

"It's my cum and KY and air, I assure you." I told her.

"OK, I warned you." She said as she stood up and my cock slapped
back in my lap and a trail of cummy goo ran out on to the floor,
followed by a big wet fart.

"Where's the bathroom!" She hollered as she ran holding her butt.

"End of the hallway, don't panic, it happens." I said as I
followed her to get a towel for myself.

"Did I crap on you?" She said with a worry, and not at all
embarrassed to be sitting on the toilet in front of me.

"No, it was just what I said, cum, KY, and air."

"I'm so embarrassed!"

"Don't be, it's a small price to pay for something that feels so
strange, but so good." I reminded her.

"I'll have to admit, I never thought I could cum from that. You
gave me a day I'll never forget."

"Well, the same here. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever
been with and I'll remember this for as long as I live. I've been
waiting to wake up all day." I told her.

"You've flattered me all day, why doesn't my husband see me that
way?"

"I'm sure he does, but he doesn't have to work to keep you. He
loves you, you love him. Wear something slinky when he comes home
someday with the kids at the sitter and tell him how lonely you
are, no wait! Not how "lonely" you are but, how HORNY you are. If
he can brush you off then, you may have a bigger problem."

"He's always been a bedroom lover with the door locked. I have to
change that and get him to be more free about our sexuality.
After today, I'll die from horniness if he doesn't want me." She
said shaking her head.
"Trust me on this Myra, if he doesn't want you, he's dead. You're
knock down gorgeous and unless you're a different person at home,
a real sweetheart." I said moving to her and touching her cheek
trying to make my point.

"A woman who comes from nowhere and sucks your dick, fucks you,
let's you stick it her ass, might always be called a sweetheart."
She said rolling her eyes.

"Think what you might, I'm a pretty good judge of character and I
think you're a pretty nice person."

"Need I repeat the circumstance in which you say that?" She said
sarcastically.

"I see your point, but I still think you're a sweetheart."

"Well, you be a sweetheart and find my clothes for me." She
asked.

I went to the living room area and found her panty, bra, shoes,
jeans and top. I brought them to her and she casually dressed in
front of me while making small talk. She had no regrets over what
happened. I was glad I slipped a pair of pants on because she was
making me hard just watching her again and I didn't want it to be
obvious, but some things can't be helped.

She was in mid sentence talking about leaving my abode and going
to pick up her kids from lessons when she stopped and stared at
my crotch.

"Again? JJ, you are insatiable!"

"No, you're just that hot and desirable."

"Do you want me to help you with it?" She giggled.

"No, if I cum a third time this afternoon my balls will be
hanging out my ass." I said coarsely.

""OK, but I offered since I caused it." She said moving her hand
in a stroking motion.

"No, you've been quite accommodating." I said with a sly grin.

"JJ, you think this afternoon of slutty sex was for you, but
trust me, it was for me. I work my tail off to make myself
desirable and fantasize about how I'm going to be fucked and then
we get tied up with his business or the kid's homework and by the
time we get to bed, we're exhausted. I had to know that I still
had it, could still make a man crazy and could be driven crazy by
sex to do things I wouldn't normally do, all for the sake of sex.
You and I will never hook up again and if I see you I won't even
acknowledge you, but understand that I'll be thankful until I
die. I know that sounds a little dramatic, but now I know it's
not that I'm not sexy as the problem. The way you worshipped me,
my body, and took care of my feelings was incredible. You treated
me like a dirty whore when I wanted it, and were tender when I
wanted it, and needed it. You opened up new sexual doors when I
thought I knew it all. I'll never cheat on my husband again, and
as you can probably tell, I don't even consider this cheating.
This was a gut check, and a sex check. Like I said, I KNOW I
still got it! Thank you!" She said finishing dressing, reaching
into her top and straightening her cups or straps.

She walked up to me and kissed me deeply on the lips while
grabbing hold of the bulge in my pants.

"You take good care of your little fella, I'm sure he'll make a
lot of other ladies happy before he retires. You're a kind and
understanding man JJ. I'll show myself out."

And............she was gone. I never saw her again, I never even
took her plate number to see where she might live. She knew where
to find me, but never came back. One thing is for sure, any time
I need to get myself off, I only have to think of her face, and
the rest all falls into place.