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(MF, wife-cheat, rom) *** PART 3: Lisa – A Married Woman *** I Shortly after graduating from the tech school with my bachelor's in computer sciences I decided to buy a house with my savings. In the meantime I was starting my Master's courses in computer sciences. I bought my car with cash – actually – a counter check from my bank – I still had a healthy account for a healthy down payment on the house that I finally bought. I went through the drill with VA and a mortgage company and all those people before I even got down to business with the buying. At the same time I had my interviews with the HR department at Lutheran Avionics and Aerospace which was just before moving into the house, when I was hired on at Lutheran. Yea! By the second weekend I began to get around the area and found the supermarket and other close by stores. It was here that I noticed one of the neighbour women; a beauty. I'd seen her walking past the house a couple times a day. I knew she was married, her husband and I left for work most times about the same time, but not the name. Then fate struck in an unusual way. We met at the supermarket. If you really want to know the details: we met at the meat section with a bang. From what I recall we were pushing our carts along from opposite directions not paying attention just checking out beef, poultry, pork, etcetera when we collided. We looked up at each other with surprise: Oops. My gaze took in her lithe young figure in a quick glance: short brown hair, brown eyes, slender at the waist, nice small breasts. "Um, hi neighbour," I said with a smile. "Hi." She seemed a bit flustered trying to steer her cart around mine. I struck up a quick conversation with her introducing myself, she said: "Lisa Carman." I suppose it would have ended there but the next time I met Lisa she was out walking and I was working on the yard. She stopped. "Hi, neighbor," she said with a pretty smile. I looked around then saw her standing by the fence watching me. Then I took in her beautiful young figure in a quick glance. That day she was wearing a button down pull over and shorts and those god-awful rubber shoes. However, my gaze travelled back up to her eyes which seemed to beckon to me to talk to her. Soon we were sitting on the lawn talking. The next couple mornings she would stop by as I worked in the yard and we'd sit on the lawn to talk. She was lonely. Seems her husband travelled a lot for some company doing contract maintenance work. At the time I had no designs on her. After all she was married, and even though I was still "eligible bachelor" I was content to leave things the way they were. And I was not starved for female companions by any stretch of the imagination. Finally one morning near the weekend and her husband Phil was still on the road, Lisa came over to the house as I was working on getting myself on-line with Lutheran's site and get something accomplished. I had my study room window open. The front door closed, hopefully to ward off the door to door types when there was the: ding-dong of the doorbell. Ah, give me a break! Ding-dong a second time. I went to the door expecting to see some Bible thumper or vacuum sales person. I jerked the door open: Lisa was standing there all smiles which instantly changed to a pretty pout. "Oh, Lisa." "Hi, Scott. Got a problem." My eyes fastened on the dress she was wearing: a short beige zip down the front sleeveless mini-dress with cork sole wedge high heels. "Um, sure. What is it?" "Car won't start." That was original. "Um, come on in a minute. I have to sign off what I'm working on." I signed off the site I was on and went over to Lisa's place. The first thing I did was lift the hood – naturally and my gaze of the engine went to the battery which looked worse than mine after a good off- road trip: the battery negative cable was shot- gone- good-bye. "Two things wrong with this picture, Lisa. Battery and battery negative cable; both shot... voltage regulator, I don't know about. That's just starting." "Oh. I need new ones?" she asked in an innocent voice. If I didn't know better, I'd swear this was all a put- on. "Yeah." I slammed the hood shut. "You need at least those two things to even try to get the car started." I nodded across the street to my truck. "Come on. The car parts stores should be open by now." She got her purse out of the car and we walked back to get my truck, I helped her in. A nice amount of long slender leg showed as she got in. She acted as if it were natural that I should check out those fine looking legs of hers. I got in and drove over to the car parts store. It was the one I did most business at the last few years. I got George the clerk and sometimes mechanic; he fixed us up with what I needed. I could see him glancing toward Lisa as he entered the information into his data base. I know he liked what he saw. Lisa gave him a coy smile, I picked up the battery, she took the cable and we headed out to the truck. "Ladies man, huh?" she remarked as I put the battery in the truck. "Likes to think so. Divorced twice and had two girl friends in between." "Doesn't know when to quit when he's ahead, huh?" As I helped her into the truck, again she allowed a generous amount of her legs to show. Okay, I am not much better but my excuse has been: except for my late wife, I never met a girl, except Jackie I was compatible with. I kept a poker face as I closed the door and walked back around to the other side of the truck. I know she was a bit frustrated that she did not get the rise out of me she expected. Sorry, sweet heart. But you're married and I ain't getting' into no trouble for touching someone else's woman. It should have ended there but it didn't. I fixed her car, she gave me a nice wink and she had to be off to where ever. I didn't see her for a couple days. Although her car was in and out of their driveway I suppose she was busy with whatever. I was too busy myself with my work to give her much thought except she was a fine looking woman. The week seemed to drag until I noticed Phil was in and out a couple times and by Friday he was gone. Early Friday morning I was outside cleaning up the yard before it got too warm when Lisa stepped out her front door and waved to me. Lisa crossed the street to my yard dressed in a mini skirt and low cut T-shirt, sans bra and sandals. "Hi neighbor," she said with a cheerful voice leaning against the fence. I leaned on the rake. Even though I was standing a couple feet from the fence, I was still able to look down the front of her T-shirt at her nice full firm breasts. For a few seconds I had a nice view of Lisa's breasts then she straightened up. "Got a favor to ask." "And?" I asked cautiously. "The fence in the back yard..." Why not? Easy. I could see the outcome on this one. So like the sucker I was, I took the bait. Within a short time I had tools and other equipment carried over to Lisa's yard. Sure enough, she had the boards, wood screws, and other equipment needed to fix her fence. Something told me I should have looked before leaping. Lisa had the gate by the garage open as I crossed the street. I walked in to her back yard to see, yup the fence did need some work but it was better than mine. I looked it over, pointed out what was needed to be done and started pulling the old boards off. She had the new boards which her husband, Phil had bought but never had the time to do himself. Lisa sat on the lawn close by as I worked asking me questions; I was answering her in monosyllables trying not to get engrossed in what she was talking about. Several times as I picked up the new boards to put on the fence I was able to glance at her seeing a bit of dark colored panty between her open legs. I suddenly had the idea what she wanted, my problem was: Should I? But I did it anyway: I began taking the old boards off, replaced it with a new one, screwing the new ones in place, the drill a euphemism of what I suddenly would have liked to do to her. I was half through with the fence when I sat down beside Lisa. "Thank you." She leaned over to kiss me; not on, forehead – no, full on the lips. I was taken by surprise until she did it a second time and with more feeling. My mind and hormones went in to over-drive. I leaned toward Lisa to give her a kiss. It wasn't a chase kiss; it was just as passionate as hers. I placed my free hand on her shoulder to push her back on to the grass. I held my mouth to hers as I laid her back. She looked up at me surprised by the bold move which soon changed to a knowing smile. "Be gentle, Scott," she said softly as I pinned her to the ground. "It's been a while..." Why that remark did not surprise me, I don't know. I looked her up and down a minute savoring the look of her T-shirt that seemed to show more of her than it was designed to; the skirt had ridden up to her waist showing off the dark satin bikini panty nicely. I had a nice hard on and I wanted to do something and do it bad. I slid my hand along her side to her waist as I lay down beside Lisa kissing her, my hand rested on its goal: her waist and hips. I began pulling the skirt up as I caressed her hip. Out of the corner of my eye I could just make out the dark satin panty. My cock was hard and rigid as I caressed her hip drawing the skirt up nearly to her waist. Lisa lay on her back looking up at me expecting to be laid right there in her back yard. With each breath her breasts lifted the thin T-shirt, the nipples tenting the material. Her eyes showed she liked what I was doing and what I saw as I gazed down on her. I lifted my lips from hers, I said softly: "This is what you want isn't it?" Lisa nodded her head ever so slightly. "Yes." But she pushed me back from her before I could make another move. "Not out here," she said in a soft tone. "Inside – okay?" Lisa broke the kiss to stand and lead me to the house and the back door. Once inside and the door closed, locks in place she turned, her back to the door frame, she pulled me to her. I willingly obliged putting my hands about her waist as she pulled me hard to her, my hips pressing against hers. We began moving together as I slipped my hand up her sides to those beautiful breasts taking the nipple between thumb and forefinger, squeezing and rubbing it until she moaned with the pleasure she was getting from me massaging my cock against her pussy that was probably seeping her love juices by now. She planted her tongue in my mouth drawing it back across the roof of my mouth sending a tingling feeling through me. She reached down between us to give my hard-on a gentle squeeze: "Mmmm, yeah. Like that, don't you?" "Yeah," I replied between kisses and her hand on my hard cock. She pushed me back taking my hand leading me toward the living room and the sofa. It didn't take any imagination from there what Lisa wanted. Once on the sofa she sat on my lap we kissed as I slid my free hand along her leg lifting the little skirt to her waist. We kissed as I sought to get my hand between her legs and feel her lace covered pussy that was now moist with her feminine juices. Lisa spread her legs as I caressed and fondled her through the panty feeling the nub of her clit that stood just as erect as my cock. I moved my hand to the thin waist band of her panty and slipped it inside; Lisa moaned with the feeling of my hand on her bare waist. I slipped down to her pussy and the nub of flesh, her clit. She moaned in to my mouth as I caressed her clit, gently feeling the rigid flesh and the moistness of her pussy. With care I forced a finger into her pussy savoring the tightness, she moaned again as I thrust it in deeper. "Oooh, Scott yeah," she moaned softly as I began working the finger in and out of her, thrusting deep then shallow, then deep again, caressing her clit with my thumb until she began moving her hips on my lap in rhythm to my fingering her. "Aaaah, yes..." then Lisa drew in a deep breath moaning again, her hips stopping, her pussy gripping my finger: she threw her head back as she came with a cry of pain. I finally gave in to my feelings to lay her back on the sofa. I pushed the little skirt up to her waist. Lisa smiled through her tears as she breathed hard. I glanced down as I grasped the little black panty to pull it down from her waist and along her legs tossing it aside. She willingly let me spread her legs as I unfastened my pants. Pushing them down my hard thick male bull sprung out from its confinement. Lisa gasped as she looked at the engorged member thrusting out at her. I eased toward her then the head of my cock touched her libido and clit drawing another gasp from her as I eased forward forcing my cock in to her: she was nice and tight as I drove myself into her. Lisa moaned biting her lower lip as I took possession of her that morning. I began moving in and out of her with ease, her juices lubricating her pussy as I thrust deep in to her with each stroke until with a grunt I released my load of thick male juices, filling her. I lay a top her for a minute regaining my breath, my hard cock still in her. Lisa looked up at me a moment then smiled. "I like the feel of you still inside me like this." That started our year on and off affair when her husband was gone on the road. There was nothing beyond our enjoying pure unadulterated sex, usually on the weekends, Friday nights one of us would slip over to the other's house which would end up in bed after a few minutes. One week while her husband was home but he'd be leaving on a Thursday returning on a Tuesday, Lisa called me: "Scott, we need to get away from here for a while," she said softly in to the telephone. "Nosey neighbors." "Especially Doris next door." I thought a minute. "When does Phil go on the road again?" "Wednesday. Why?" Shit. I wouldn't be able to break free until possibly Thursday afternoon or Friday. "Thursday late afternoon?" "I can wait." "I know a place we can go and no one cares." "Great." II We met Thursday afternoon at a truck stop south of here. We had a bit to eat at the restaurant then she moved a couple small bags to my car. She had on a nice short dress that zipped down the front, heels and silver jewelry. For my taste she was good looking. To say the least I wanted to lay her there, but I managed to control my hormones. Lisa slid in to the car in such a way she showed some nice leg and her stockings and garter. She looked up at me with a demure expression as I held the door for her. "Thank you," she said with a sexy come on tone as she settled herself on the seat. When I pulled on to the interstate I laid my hand on her leg, casually sliding it up to her pussy. She opened her legs enough giving me easy access to her moist pussy. I slid my fingers along her pussy and touching her clit as she breathed heavy, tears welling up in her eyes as she began moving her hips, pressing herself against my fingers. I backed off making her whimper until I massaged her pussy a little more. She was ready for me when we reached the resort. An hour later we arrived at a mountain resort which I had made reservations at on Monday afternoon. On the way down we talked about everything but my work, her marriage – which I already had the impression she was bored with, and politics. Seems she wanted to be more than the stay at home type so she had been doing part time temp work which was getting her nowhere. I let the whole thing drop there. I opted for one of several cabins on the shore of the mountain lake which was a nice broad expanse of water and gave us plenty of privacy. I signed us in, got the key and cabin number and soon we were in our little sex world. We were inside, bag and baggage, I took her and turned her to face me kissing her long and hard. I casually took the zipper slowly unzipping the dress to her waist. The dress opened revealing a sheer black lace bra. I knew if the bra was black then the panty was sheer black. I steered her across the room to the sofa laying her down, I gathered the dress up to her hips to take a quick look at the nice little black lace panty and garter. I had my shirt off and pants undone and down and before she knew it. My cock was in her I was thrusting in and out of that nice little pussy bringing her to a good orgasm within seconds; she was nicely worked up and ready to come when I laid her of the sofa. III Following a late breakfast we were in swim suits – actually, she was in a white bikini which I wish she had shown me sooner. It left just enough to the imagination to be considered dangerous. She stepped out of the bedroom wearing a linen wrap over it. She opened it revealing the bikini. I had an instant hard on. I whistled: "Whoa!" "Like?" she asked turning to show it off to me then put the wrap back on. "Think we'll make to the beach?" She smiled as she started for the door. "Oh let's see what happens." We followed the path down to the shore where other couples were setting up for the day. We spread out the blanket and other things. I walked down to the beach where a few brave souls had already jumped in to the water. I tested the water. "How is it?" she asked stepping in to the water. "Cold." "Mountain lakes usually are," I replied making a noise that it was cold. She tested the water and decided the shore line was more to her liking. I agreed. We lay in the sun watching the others splash around in the water. I began looking around at the other girls in their bikinis – nice eye pooping eye candy. I was quickly jarred out of my reverie by a poke in the ribs. "Down, boy." I glanced over at her a moment. "You're looking around too." "Girl's prerogative." She looked at a guy and girl walking past us to the lake. "Not bad," I said softly. "Not bad," she said with a grin. Lisa smiled up at me. She was lying on her back, the bikini just barely covering all the essential areas. Her nice hard nipples were tenting the fabric of the top in an enticing way I wanted to tweak them, kiss them, suck on each one until she moaned and was close to orgasm then take her. However, out here was the height of foolishness. "Getting ideas?" I asked touching her out stretched hand. She just made a sound and smiled. Nevertheless, I could not help but gaze at her breasts then slowly moved my eyes down to her thin waist and then the tender V between her legs. The material of her panty was stretched tightly over her pussy. I began having thoughts about her again. Lisa stretched her arms above her head in submissiveness, the nipples showed as two small dimples, her breasts nice little mounds, the panty stretched over her pussy. I drew in a breath as we lay back for a while longer since we had just gotten out there. We continued to check out the scenery around us. It was noon before we decided we had enough and headed back to the cabin. When we got inside Lisa headed in to the bed room. I followed and there she was stretched out on the bed just the way she was outside. Hands above her head, the bra showing her breasts and the cute little nubs of her nipples, the panty stretched over her pussy. I walked over to her sitting on the edge of the bed staring down at her for a moment. "Like what you see?" she asked. I nodded. "Yes." I leaned down to kiss her sliding my left hand over her breast and the hard nipple that shown under the little triangle of cloth. I drew my hand down her side to her waist and hips and over her thighs. She moved around like a cat stretching itself. Moving my hand back up I pulled the little bra aside to kiss and lick her hard nipples; she sighed as I kissed her breasts. Slipping my hands under the waist band of the panty I slid my fingers over her erect clit bringing another moan of delight from her. "Take me, Scott. I'm yours," she said softly, her breath coming in hard rasps. I needed no more invitation as I pulled the panty down to slip my finger in her wet pussy, my thumb playing with her clit. Within moments of entering her she exploded in a surge of her feminine juices. She moaned in delight. "Yes, yes, don't stop, Scott, please ..." I pulled my hand out, slid my swim suit down as she spread her legs for me. My thick hard cock jutted out at her aiming toward her prize. Within seconds I was sliding into her nice wet pussy. Lisa moaned as I went deep in to her. I pulled back then slid back in as slowly as I could. Lisa was so aroused before long another orgasm exploded from her, she cried out with the relief as I continued to fuck her until finally we came together. IV Two weeks after our weekend at the resort I was sitting in my den late one night surfing the net, thinking about Lisa and wondering if she was free. It was late summer; the back door was open letting in the cool air when the screen slid open. I heard the scrapping sound as it opened then closed. I started to get up as I heard the padding sound of someone approaching. A light brown head poked around the corner then Lisa stepped in to the open den door. "Surprise." She said, striking a sensuous pose, hand on hip, the other against the door frame. The robe she was wearing fell open revealing a sheer black nylon baby doll nightie and little string bikini and sandal heels. I was getting an instant hard on. "I thought Phil was home," I said as she stepped in to the den to sit on my lap. "He is. Out like a light in front of the TV. Good for a couple hours." She kissed me sliding her tongue in to my mouth. I darn near laid her on the floor, ripped the bikini off her and fucked her right there. She would have enjoyed it to say the least. More than what her husband does to her. I began to see what Lisa's problem was: her husband would be home for a couple days, maybe more but he'd spend most of the time sleeping or at the shop and if they spent any time together – in bed or a romantic getaway was rare. V I guess somewhere Lisa saw me as the "perfect" companion. Against my better judgment and will, she dragged me along shopping. What was I going to do? Say no? Guys get dragged along on these female forays into every lady's shop in a mall just to carry the bags and boxes. Count the number of men's shops verses women's shops in a typical mall, there are at least a two to three ratio of women's shops to men's – I know I think I visited every one there is in the local mall. Lisa and I sat down in the mall food court area eating our steak sandwiches which struck me as not bad – without a large glass of beer. She looked at me over the top of her sandwich, "What's the matter?" she asked with a laugh. I was still holding on to my steak sandwich: "You know you're the first woman, in a long time to get me in to the mall like this?" "Then I should be proud." I laughed as I took the last bite of sandwich. "That's an accomplishment. We should do this more often." I should have seen that one coming. After we ate she led me back along the main promenade to an exclusive women's lingerie shop. I nearly stopped when I saw the name of the shop. She stood in the door, wagged her little finger at me. Two sales girls standing near the cash register smiled. They'd seen it all before. I must have turned red as a stop light as I walked in the store, looked around feeling myself getting a nice hard on looking over the displays of panties, bras, baby dolls, whatever. She said to the girls indicating me: "Nervous-norvous there." Lisa was enjoying herself as she casually looked over the intimate displays. I stood near the entrance until she again motioned for me to look at some panty and bra sets. "Like?" she asked. Sheer silk which once she was undressed left little to the fertile imagination. What was I going to say? No? I'd have been nuts. Needless to say I had a helluva hard-on and my hands were sweaty as I stood nearby trying not to look around at all the displays and Lisa modeling for me. I was a mental wreck by the time we left the shop. The girls watched with amusement until Lisa picked out a couple panty and bra sets and a baby doll and a couple other things. I darn near chocked later as everything was rung up. We gathered up our bags – more hers than mine and headed to the parking lot. We got in the car, as I started it, she said in a soft sensuous tone: "You don't have any work this weekend, let's go someplace where we can be alone." The lady was about as turned on as I was. I leaned over to kiss her. "Your choice." "North." The only thing we had was what we bought. I figured: "Oh well." An hour later I pulled off the interstate at an exit that led to a Microtel motel, signed us in, paid for the room for the night and we were sequestered in our love nest. Sometime later that month I was working late on a Friday noon the back door slid open and rapid footsteps carried the person in to the study. I looked up. Lisa stood at the door with tears in her eyes. "Phil is being transferred," she said tears streaming down her face. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 77