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Chapter 1

The first couple of months that Mom and I were together we were like newlyweds, constantly chasing one another and fucking morning, noon and night. We just couldn’t get enough of one another. I can’t tell you how many times we were late for work because we started teasing one another at breakfast until we couldn’t stand it and ended up fucking on the table or running back to our room for a hot fuck.

After a while it settled down and we got more into a routine where we would go off to work, come home and eat dinner and watch some t.v. and then go to bed for a long, hot fuck.

Mom would always stoke my fire by bringing home a new nightgown now and then or greeting me at the door naked. But after a while we were like a regular married couple and we were very happy.

One Saturday an old friend of mine, Pete Castro, called and asked if he could drop by. He was having a problem with his car and wanted me to take a look. Pete and I grew up together and he was a frequent visitor in our home. Mom really liked him and would always comment to me about what a heartbreaker Pete was going to be when he grew up.

Well, Pete grew up all right, to about 6’3” with the body of an athlete, all muscle. He was handsome as the devil too and drove all the girls wild. He got married two months ago to the finest looking babe you could imagine and Mom and I attended the wedding. All Mom could do the whole time was gush about how gorgeous Pete looked and how lucky his bride was.

Pete arrived about mid-morning and we got to work in the driveway. Since Pete knew nothing about cars, all the work fell on me. Pete’s job was to keep me amused and the cold beer coming. It was a hot day and we were down to just shorts and sneakers. He was telling me stories about his honeymoon and the wild shit he and his wife did.

Mom had gone out shopping and had come back about an hour after Pete arrived. She greeted him warmly with a big hug and then excused herself and went inside. Soon it was time for another beer, so I sent Pete in to get us a couple. He had no sooner left, when a line snapped, spraying oil everywhere. I didn’t have a rag handy so I went into the garage to look for one. When that failed I figured there must be some in the kitchen. I was just about to climb the short steps to the kitchen when I heard voices. Don’t ask me why, but I ducked around the corner, then peered around the doorway. I could see Pete with his head buried in the fridge, no doubt looking for something to eat.

“Hey big boy, want to play?” Mom asked!

From what I could figure she thought Pete was me, since all she could see from the open refrigerator door was his but and legs.

“Huh?” Pete replied, standing upright and looking at Mom.

“Oh….Pete! I….I..thought you were someone else!” she explained.

To make matters worse she had changed into a new nightie that left little to the imagination. It was a black, low cut number with see through lace around her tits down to her navel and blue silk everywhere else that clung to her every curve. It was held up by two spaghetti straps and came down to just above her bush, while exposing all of her

back. The lace was straining in its attempt to hold her tits in place and giving Pete quite the skin show.

Mom, who was quite embarrassed, was doing her best to cover up with her hands.

I thought about barging in and rescuing her, but then I thought it might be more fun watching her try to get out of this on her own.

“Yea? Like who?” Pete asked in response to Mom’s explanation of thinking he was someone else. He was really giving her the hairy eyeball, looking her up and down.

“Uh….I..uhm…I’ve been seeing someone and he’s supposed to drop by. I thought you were him.” she lied.

“Luck guy” Pete said, grinning at her. I could tell he was impressed by the lust in his eyes.

“Uh…well….I better get back to my room.” Mom said, slowly backing up.

“Yea, sure Mrs. C.” he answered, not able to take his eyes off of her.

I watched him as he stared at Mom as she made her way back to the guestroom, her short nightie bouncing up and down and revealing the matching silk panties. I figured the show was over until I heard Pete whistle under his breath and then quickly look around, as if he were checking to see if I was anywhere near by. When he was satisfied that I was still outside at the car he turned on his heals and started quietly walking towards the guestroom. I decided to keep an eye on him at this point and, keeping a safe distance, started following him.

He made his way to the entrance to the room where Mom was about to get changed. She probably never expected him to follow her, so she didn’t close the door. Suddenly I could see the corner of her eye catch his figure in the doorway.

PETE!!!! What Are You Doing Here?!!” Mom screeched, trying to cover up.

“I..uh…just thought we could talk for a bit.” he replied, slowly walking into the room.

“PETE CASTRO YOU JUST TURN YOURSELF AROUND AND MARCH OUT OF THIS ROOM!!” Mom ordered as she held her hands up in front of herself, trying to hide from his prying eyes.

“C’mon Mrs. C. Were bonus veren siteler old friends. There’s nothing to be ashamed about.” Pete answered, continuing to walk towards her.

“YOU HEARD ME!!” Mom replied.

“Calm down. I just want to talk.” he said.

“We can talk after you leave and I change.” Mom said in a quieter tone.

“Man, do you know how sexy you look?” Pete asked, ignoring her request.

“Pete….” Mom started.

“No really. I mean all that time I spent at your house I never realized it. I thought you were kind of good looking, but I had no idea how hot you were.” he stated.

“That’s not the way you should be speaking to me!” she scolded.

“Hey, were all adults now. Its not like I’m still some little kid.” he said as he continued to walk towards her until he was standing right next to her.

“That’s not the point and you know it!” she said as she held her arms over her bosom.

“God, your hot! You’re really getting to me. “ Pete whispered as he stroked his fingers up and down her bare arms.

“Stop this right now!” she directed, pulling her arms back and away from his touch.

I couldn’t move as I watched this. I felt a combination of jealousy and anger mixed in with excitement. I have to admit I have a lot of voyeurism in me.

“God, your so exciting looking in this, I don’t think I could resist you” he groaned, wrapping his hands around her waist and then running them up and down her exposed back.

“Let me go Pete!” Mom ordered, trying to break out of his embrace.

“Ok, ok Mrs. C” he replied, dropping his hands. “You know I would never force myself on anyone. I’m sorry, I saw you like this and I got carried away.”

“All right, but please go.” she said.

“I will. But you have to answer a question for me first.” he said.

“What?” she asked, impatiently.

“Now honestly, have you ever thought about being with me?” he asked.

“Pete…..” Mom started to reply.

“No, no really. I need to know.” he said.

“Well….uh…people fantasize all the time….” she replied sheepishly.

“I thought so!” Pete grinned.

“I didn’t say it was recently…..” Mom started.

“You didn’t have to” he said, looking her up and down, “God do you know how sexy you are?”

“Pete……..” she admonished, clearly flattered by the attention.

“You’re making my blood boil!” he said, once again moving his hands up to her waist.

“Pete…..you promised.” Mom said, trying to get his hands off of her waist and, as a result, giving him a real close look at her nearly exposed chest.

“Hmmm!” Pete moaned, looking down at her lace-covered tits.

“Ohhh!” Mom shuddered, following his eyes down her to chest and realizing what he was staring at.

Pete’s eyes traveled up from her tits to her face and stopped. Mom’s eyes lingered down at her chest in embarrassment before slowly rising to meet his gaze. She froze as he stared at her, like a deer in the headlights. Before she could move Pete quickly leaned in towards her and pressed his lips firmly on hers.

“UHHhhhhhhhppphhh!!!!” Mom protested, her hands coming up to his chest to try and push him away.

Pete didn’t budge as he continued to kiss her, his hands holding her waist tightly. Finally he pulled back, breaking off the kiss and staring into her eyes.

“Please….let me go” Mom asked, her hands on his trying to break his grip.

Pete didn’t react and just kept staring into her eyes. Mom was now looking into his as if she were trying to read his mind. Suddenly, he started leaning in again, very slowly. Mom’s eyes darted from his to his lips and back again, over and over.

“Pete…don’t..” she begged, trying to move her head back as his face got close and closer, until their lips touched lightly and then sealed together.

Mmmmmm!” Pete moaned as he kissed her once again.

“Uhhmmmggmmm!!!” Mom groaned as she stood there and half-heartedly tried to get away.

Pete once again leaned back, breaking the seal between their lips and looked into her eyes. She stared back at him with a somewhat bewildered look. He bent forward once again, bringing his lips close to hers.

“Pete….we shouldn’t….” Mom whispered as his lips descended on hers.

Again she moved her head back as his came forward, but she couldn’t avoid him. He zeroed in on her lips and just as they were about to touch, Mom parted hers and allowed him to kiss her again.

They stood there, Pete moving his lips gently against hers and Mom moaning softly.

The kiss gained momentum as Pete pressed his lips harder into Mom’s and she offered no protest.

“Uhhmmmmm!” Mom moaned, her eyes slowly closing and her body going limp as she permitted Pete to kiss her.

Pete finally moved back, breaking the kiss for a moment before slowly moving back in and brushing his lips against hers before backing off. He looked in her eyes and slowly descended towards her once more. Through partly closed eyes, Mom watched as Pete’s lips came closer and closer to hers again. Just as he got a nose apart from her, Mom leaned in, meeting him half way in a steamy kiss!

“Mmmmmm!” bahis Mom moaned as Pete fixed his lips firmly onto hers, her hands resting on his arms as she returned his kiss.

They gradually pulled back, pealing their lips apart to catch their breath as they gazed into one another’s eyes. Mom hands snaked their way up Pete’s well-developed arms and shoulders until they came to rest at the back of his neck, as his caressed her naked back. They stood there staring at one another, breathing raggedly.

“Ohhhh, Pete…..we..can’t..” Mom whispered.

“Yea…your right” he replied, running his hands across her naked back.

They both leaned in at the same time, Mom’s arms wrapping around his neck as their parted lips slowly came together and sealed in another hot kiss.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!” Mom moaned as her mouth opened and meshed with Pete’s, their heads bobbing in unison as their mouths slid back and forth.

They pressed their bodies together, their open mouths fused together in a deep, soulful kiss. Mom’s arms tightened around Pete’s neck as his huge arms snugly squeezed her waist, drawing her smaller frame to his. The kiss seemed to go on forever, as if neither wanted to be the first to stop. The room was filled with the sounds of soft, moaning passion and the quiet smacking sound of open, wet kisses.

After a bit, Mom tore her mouth off of his and in a raspy, breathless tone of voice said:

“Ohhhhhh……Pete…we..gottttaaa…sssttoopp thissss!!”

But her actions belied her words as her hands continued to vigorously explore his arms and back. Pete dipped his mouth down onto her neck, sucking it lustfully.

“UUHhhhhhhhhh……nnnnoooo!!!!!!!” Mom moaned, but again reacted in just the opposite way as she tilted her head and exposed more of her neck to Pete’s sucking mouth.

“OOOHhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!” She groaned again and lifted her left leg, wrapping it around his outer thigh and mashing her groin up against his.

Pete slid his hands down her back and under the short hem of her nightie and grabbed a handful of ass cheek, grinding his crotch into hers. They stood there, Pete sucking on Mom’s neck and Mom running her nails across his back as they dry humped against one another.

“OOOHHhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Yoouuurrr….ddriiivvviinng….meeeee…ccrraaaazzzyyy!!” Mom groaned, passionately driving her groin up at his.

Pete’s hands left Mom’s ass and traveled up her back and onto her shoulders where he grabbed a strap in each hand and started pulling them down.

“Ohhh, Pete…Noo….we…can’t!!!!” Mom moaned and yet at the same time dropped her arms to her side to allow the straps to fall over her shoulders and off her arms.

The gown followed the same path as the lace clung to her tits for a moment until Pete’s urgent tugging forced them over and off her full, heaving breasts and the gown fell to her feet. Pete rushed to capture a tit in each hand and kneaded them, tweaking the nipples between his fingers.

“OOHhhhhhh!!!!!! Ssstttoopp!!!!” Mom moaned as she thrust her breasts into his hands and rubbed them wantonly against his massaging fingers. She reached up, grabbing the back of Pete’s head and pulled it down towards her, meshing her open mouth against his.

Pete released her tits and wrapped his arms around her naked waist, pulling her in tight against him as he returned her kiss! Mom snaked her arms around his neck, as she kissed him deeply, her erect nipples scrapping against his chiseled chest.

Pete’s hands were running over her back and down across her panty-covered ass. His hands slid down under the waistband of her silk panties, capturing the cheeks of her bare buttocks and kneading them. His hands grabbed the waistband on each side of her hips and began pulling them down.

“NOooo!! We…should…stop..now…!!” Mom groaned, breaking off their kiss and catching her breath.

But, at the same time her hands were down at Pete’s waist, unsnapping his shorts and working them down and off. They both succeeded at the same moment as each of their last stitch of clothing hit the floor. Same old Pete, I thought, no underwear, as his large cock came into full view, stiff as a board and bobbing angrily. He attacked Mom’s neck with his mouth again, while he rubbed his swollen dick against her abdomen. Mom, in the heat of passion, glanced down at Pete’s equipment and wide eyed at what she saw.

“OOHhhhhh…Pete!!!” she exclaimed, staring at his large dick.

Pete pulled away from her neck and followed her gaze down to his shaft and then looked back up at her, a proud grin on his face. Pulling her back to him, he kissed her firmly, sending his tongue deep inside her mouth. He kissed her so passionately it seemed to make Mom light headed. They continued to kiss for the longest time, arms wrapped around one another, crotches slowly grinding into each other, before Pete turned them towards the bed. Mom went along with his direction until the edge of the bed dug into the back of her legs. Then, as their kiss continued, tongues dueling, he slowly forced her back, down toward the bed. As she leaned back farther and farther as if she might break, Pete finally lifted deneme bonusu her up and onto the bed. Then their lips slowly parted as he gently, but forcefully pushed her down onto the mattress. She now lay on her back looking up at him as he kneeled between her splayed legs.

Watching him, her eyes were filled with desire and more than a little apprehension as he reached down and lifted her legs up and out. Mom openly stared down at Pete’s throbbing sex organ grotesquely sticking out from his groin. As she gawked at his great one-eyed monster, a look of perverse excitement came over her face. Groaning with desire, Pete quickly slipped his arms under Mom’s beautiful legs, hooking them underneath her curvaceous, firm gams. Grunting, he lifted them up, spreading her frothing, drooling pit open even wider as his pulsating staff approached it. Leaning into her, he pushed his considerable prick up to the slobbering opening of her waiting wetness and then ran the engorged head up and down the soft, soaking outer lips of her cunt.

“UUUGGGGGHHHHH!!!” Mom groaned, her head thrown back, as her whole body turned red, obviously from the anticipation of the fuck she was about to receive!

Looking down at the purple-headed shaft sliding up and down the entrance to her waiting womanhood, Mom reached down and took hold of its rigid, bloated hardness. Slowly, apprehensively, she forced it down onto the slippery wet gash of her cunt. Then, as it touched her, she rapidly rubbed the distended cock head up and down her salivating slit. As she did, she spread his viscous, slimy pre-cum around her cuntal opening and quickly coated his hard roundness with her own pre-fuck wetness. Finally, centering the great, round cock head in the burning core of her seething pussy, she gave it a little tug, encouraging him to push it into her!

At this point I was overwhelmed with emotion, torn between the anger of betrayal and jealousy and the excitement of watching these two people, whom I have known all my life, about to fuck their brains out.

Pete slowly moved forward, feeling the hot, clinging flesh of her pussy slowly wrap itself around the head of his bulging cock. Deeper and deeper into the burning, illicit depths went the distended, round head of his cock until it was buried inside of her. Pete grabbed her ass in his two hands as he wallowed in the sensation of his swollen cock head engulfed in the fiery canal of her slit, trying desperately to calm himself down. Unable to fight it any longer, he slowly sent the entire length of his throbbing shaft into the scorching, clinging depths of my Mom’s cunt a bit at a time until he had the full length buried deep inside her.

“OOHH MYGODPETE!!!!!!!!” Mom gasped as she felt his cock sink into her, puncturing her womanhood with his largeness and suddenly filling her emptiness almost beyond its limit. Then suddenly his hard belly rested down on hers, confirming that she had taken all of him inside her.

“”OOHHHH GOD, PETE!!!!!! NEVER….FELT…SOOOO….FUULLL!!!” Mom moaned, squeezing down on his cock with her powerful cunt muscles.

“DAMN VICKIE, YOU ARE ONE HOT BITCH!!!!” Pete exclaimed as he gently thrust against her, grinding himself into her hot, soft warmness.

None of this did my ego any good as I heard my Mom cry out at the ecstatic feeling Pete’s dick was giving her, while my best friend was now fucking the cunt I had come to feel was mine alone. Pete paused for only a moment to savor the tight, clinging wetness of Mom’s dripping sheath before he began to fuck her. Within moments he was sawing his immense dick in and out of her with deep, rhythmic thrusts. Suddenly something seemed to snap inside him and he began hammering his large cock into her hot, wet socket like a madman! He seemed no longer able to control himself as he began to grunt and snort like a crazed animal as he pounded his dick into her lathered slit! The bed creaked and groaned as it threatened to collapse at any moment as they fucked like wild animals! The wickedness and depravity of their illicit coupling seemed to be overwhelming both of them! The ferocity and violence of his attack on her quickly drove her to the edge of a cataclysmic orgasm!

“OOOHHHHHHHH GAAAWWWDDDD!!!!!!!!!” she cried out as she felt her body consumed by the fires of an unholy orgasm!

As Pete lost his fight for control, he continued to slam his cock into her violently. Then abruptly, he saw my Mom begin to shake and flounce about on the bed uncontrollably! Unable or unwilling to stop fucking her, he watched as she flailed about so wildly I thought she might hurt herself. He continued to hammer his cock into her as she writhed about underneath him. He bit his lower lip as he seemed to struggle to hold back his own urge to cum. Closing his eyes, he pounded his swollen cock into the convulsing, clutching core of my Mother’s cunt. Wheezing and gasping for breath, he was fucking her with such force I was worried he might hurt her even if she didn’t hurt herself. But still he didn’t stop as he drove his dick in and out of her mercilessly! The bed underneath my Mom’s writhing body was creaking and groaning even louder under the punishment of his assault! But even still he pounded into her with abandonment! Suddenly Mom went stiff as a board, her whole body lifting off the bed as another orgasm ripped through her sending sparks of electric current coursing through her, every muscle in her body taut as a rope!

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I had to work to keep enough concentration on the twisting two lane highway and still look over at Julie sitting next to me. She had her skirt pulled all the way to her waist, exposing the lacy little thong panty she wore and the top of her dress pulled down to expose her incredibly sexy breasts. I could feel the heat of her pussy flowing into my fingers and the wetness of the material covering her crotch as she pressed my fingers between her slightly spread legs. It certainly wasn’t the safest way to drive! I knew I was going to be in trouble with my wife if I did anything more than this. Hell, let’s be honest, I was going to be in trouble for what I was ALREADY doing, even if it WASN’T my idea. As she pressed my fingers against her pussy with her right hand, she reached over to my lap with her left, gently running her fingers along the material covering my quickly hardening dick. If I was smart, I’d pull my hand from between her legs and tell her in no uncertain terms that this kind of thing was inappropriate. Instead, my fingers, almost of their own free will moved, stroking up and down her fabric covered pussy lips. She moaned softly in pleasure before whispering, to no one in particular, how good it felt.

How the hell did I get into this mess you ask? Well….it’s actually a fairly long story, but it all stems from just being a nice guy.

One day after work I was coming out of the building and saw a young lady bent over the front of her car, the hood open. She wore a short red dress with white poke-a-dots, that pulled so far up her thighs when she bent that I swore I could almost see her panties. Yeah, I know. I can be a dirty old man sometimes. After enjoying the view as I walked towards my car, the fatherly side of me kicked in. She was clearly young enough to be my daughter, and she was just as clearly having car trouble. I’d always hoped that if one of my daughters was having trouble some nice guy would help them out instead of leaving them as prey for some lecherous predator. So I stopped.

I offered to help her which she eagerly accepted. It didn’t take long before I had diagnosed a bad battery. It was going to have to be replaced, BUT, to get her home I could jump her car with the cables I kept in the trunk of my car. That would get her home, wherever that happened to be. I jumped her car and sent her on her way, driving out of the parking lot only two cars behind her. I was mildly curious and then amused as each turn she made was the same one I intended to make. I wondered if she thought I was stalking her when we both turned onto the same twisting two lane highway. Twenty-five miles later I saw her car slow and then pull into a gravel driveway. I was about to pass when her driver’s side door opened, and she stepped out. I looked in my mirror and saw her put the hood up.

With a sigh, I found a driveway and turned around, driving back to where she was stopped. She was a little startled to see me pull up again, and admittedly a bit leery. I assured her that I hadn’t been stalking her, but was headed home myself. Several exchanged comments later we realized that I lived just a bit farther than she did and we actually took the same route to work. Simply coincidence, and for her at the moment, a happy one. She explained that the car had started to stumble and sputter so she pulled off. With the battery still dead, there was no way to do much of anything. I couldn’t get my car close enough to hers to jump it without blocking the moderately busy highway, something I wasn’t anxious to do.

The driveway she had pulled into was the entrance to some farmer’s field. So we called a tow truck and I sat with her, chatting until it arrived nearly an hour later. He hooked the car up and I gave him instructions to take it to a reasonably priced mechanic I knew of. I offered to drop her at her house instead of having to pay the tow truck driver the extra mileage to do so, and we were off.

My wife was somewhat miffed that I was nearly two hours late from work, but after I explained what had happened she realized that I was just doing what I always did, rescue someone in distress. Some people can’t stand to see a turtle struggle across a road and have to stop and “help” it get across. For me, young women broken down are my weak spot. I have three daughters and I always hope that if they need help, someone kind will help them out. After I had explained the whole story she suggested that maybe I should offer her a ride to work, since her car was now at the shop. The fact that she was married made that decision a bit easier. I am after all, still a dirty old man!

She had given me her number, so I called and after a short discussion I agreed to pick her up at her house since her husband had to leave for work before she did and she wouldn’t have a ride to any place we could meet. I agreed, and the next morning I picked her up on my way to work, having to detour only a few blocks from my normal route. Wednesday led to Thursday which led to Friday which led to a week and longer. Her car was in the shop adana escort for nearly two weeks before she got it back. By that time we had discussed that we should carpool and save some money, which I was coming to understand was in short supply for her. I agreed, but suggested that maybe I should drive. Not that I didn’t trust her car, but, well, I didn’t trust her car. She thought that was amusing, but she agreed. I’d drive and when she could, she’d give me some gas money. My wife was, surprisingly, okay with it. But then she hadn’t met Julie yet and had no idea just how attractive she was.

Julie always wore nice looking clothing to work. Dresses and skirts were her norm. Today’s young ladies’ ‘professional’ attire has much shorter hemlines than what ‘professional’ was for my generation. But then she was almost half my age. At twenty-six, she could easily be one of my daughters, but that didn’t stop me from admiring her long shapely legs that were on display every morning and afternoon. Even as the cold winter months approached and bore down with their cold and wind, the skirts stayed provocatively short. Usually her skirt would hike up slightly as she sat in the seat only a few feet from me. Sometimes it would hike up more than slightly, and a few times I swore that I could make out the color of her panties, though I never made it at all obvious that I looked or even was interested in looking. But trust me, I LOOKED!

As the months passed, we talked about many things. Politics, work, family, and other things. Some days she spent much of the ride to work venting about her asshole husband. And based on the stories she told, he was just exactly that, an asshole, maybe a dickwad or even a shit head. But asshole really did fit him well. On one particularly warm summer Monday, she spent the ride to work in silence, clearly upset. It wasn’t until the ride home that she finally opened up about what happened over the weekend. We had so far managed to avoid any sexually related discussions, but what happened over the weekend seemed to open the floodgate for her.

The two of them had gone to a pool party with some friends. Her asshole husband had, once again, had wayyyyy too much to drink, and thought it would be cute to flash his wife’s tits at the other guys. She did after all, have a nice curvy chest. After he had pulled her bikini top off, exposing her to everyone, she ran into the house to the bathroom. He followed a few minutes later to ‘apologize’. His idea of apologizing to her was to get her completely naked in the bathroom and fuck her. Unfortunately, he did what she described as his usual performance. He got her turned on, stuck his dick in her and fucked her until HE came, leaving her unfulfilled and alone, still naked, in the bathroom. She was once again left to finish herself off. This apparently was what he considered to be normal sex.

I assured her that was not ‘normal’ and that he was indeed an asshole, for both pulling off her top and for trying to apologize with sex. She wanted to know what I considered ‘normal’, in great detail. That discussion led her to a query about my sex life, which I dodged as well as I could before dropping her off at her house.

The next morning she quickly brought the topic of sex up again. I suggested that this wasn’t the best subject for two married, but to different partners, people of the opposite sex to be discussing. She disagreed and insisted that discussing sex in general was a healthy topic for friends to discuss, since if you couldn’t trust a friend with your secrets, who could you trust.

She badgered me all the way to work to tell me what I thought perfect sex was. It wasn’t until the ride home after work that I finally gave in and described what I considered ‘perfect’ sex. Once that had been described she wanted to know when the last time I had perfect sex was and I had to admit that it had been many years ago. I was also forced to admit to her that sex was fairly infrequent. Not that I didn’t WANT IT, but that my wife wasn’t nearly as drawn to sex as she had been in our earlier days. Instead of several times a week, it was now several weeks per time. She seemed somewhat stunned by that admission. With some level of frustration she commiserated that we both suffered from a lack of satisfying sex. I quickly added that it was nothing that either of us COULD or SHOULD do anything about. I was glad that the conversation didn’t come back up the rest of the week, or even the week after.

It was several weeks later, on a Monday again. It seemed that Mondays were when she was most upset because her jackass husband did stupid shit on the weekends. “I still don’t believe what he did yesterday!” she said angrily.

“Oh? What did he do this time?”

“He made a bet with one of his buddies about whose wife was hotter,” she said with a scowl.

“Where the hell did he do that?”

“We were at a barbeque with some friends.”

“These the same friends as the pool party?”

“Yeah. Pretty much.”

“I eskişehir escort see. So he made a bet. That doesn’t sound too bad.”

“Oh. Trust me. It was bad. First off, both Sheila and I had to get naked in front of EVERYONE so they could vote on who had the hottest body.”

“I can see where that would be embarrassing. Why didn’t you just go home?”

“Couldn’t. Andrew wouldn’t let me. He said I could strip or I could fucking walk home.”

“Ouch. I suppose the other woman was just as upset?”

“Surprisingly, no. She didn’t seem to mind at all. I think she used to be a stripper or something. Anyway, once she was naked I didn’t have much choice.”

“Sorry.”

“Oh don’t be. That isn’t the worst of it. All the guys voted and I didn’t win. Sheila did.”

“Oh damn.”

“Yeah. Well then I found out what the bet was. The loser had to watch his wife give the winner a hand job, right there in front of everyone! NAKED! God I’ve never been so embarrassed!”

“I can see why you would be.”

“I had to stand there, with everyone watching, and jack off John. And when he tried to stick his fingers in my pussy, Andrew just laughed! I thought he was going to come over and stop him, but instead he walked over to Sheila, who was watching me jack off her husband, and he hugged her and put his fingers between HER legs!”

“I’ll be honest. I don’t know why you stay with that dick wad!” I said, feeling more than a little anger at how he had treated her.

“Sometimes I think that if I could afford it, I’d leave the asshole. But I can’t,” she said quietly, falling into silence the rest of the way to work. She sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window, apparently lost in thought until we parked. “Thanks. I’ll see you after work,” she said as we walked to the building doors.

“Sure. Have a good day. Well, as good as you can,” I said, reaching out to wrap my arm around her as we walked, giving her shoulders a quick sideways hug.

After work we met as usual just inside the exterior door of work, where it was still cool, and then walked to my car. She seemed to have a bit more spring in her step than she did in the morning, which I considered a good thing. She had on a thigh length blue dress that had a halter style top, leaving her back bare. I suspected that was due to the heat forecast for today, which didn’t disappoint. It had to be at least ninety-five degrees, but the heat boiling up off the asphalt parking lot made it feel like at least two hundred. I used the remote to start the car even before we got there, giving the air conditioning a chance to start to diminish the heat that assuredly had built up inside. I unlocked the door and dropped into the driver’s seat.

I’d watched Julie climb into the car several hundred times over the last eight months. Every time she did exactly the same thing. She placed her left hand on her left butt cheek and swept her hand down to straighten her skirt as she lowered herself gracefully down into the low bucket seat on the passenger side. So when her routine changed, I noticed. Her left hand pressed to her thigh, just below the hem of her blue dress and swept up to her butt as she sat down, giving me a quick flash of bare thigh and butt cheek as she lowered herself down into the seat. “Oooo. Hot!” she said as her bare cheeks pressed on the tan leather seat.

I tried not to make a big deal of her change in habit, but my brain didn’t seem to want to let go of it. I forced myself to put it aside as I pressed the ignition button to “start” the already running car. It only took a few moments for me to buckle up and twist in my seat to back out of the parking space. As I turned back to the front I couldn’t help but notice just how far down the V of the front of her dress scooped, dipping well down between her breasts. My brain did the math and I realized that with the backless dress top, she couldn’t possible have a bra on, unless of course it was one of those glue on things. Either way, my brain couldn’t help but recognize that the seat belt was pulling the dress slightly to one side as it pressed between her breasts, exposing a considerable amount of the creamy white skin of her right breast.

I did my best to ignore what my body was doing, hoping that she wouldn’t notice that there was now a bulge in my lap that I just didn’t have any way to adjust or hide without her seeing it. I drove through the city streets, glancing over at her occasionally as she sat quietly, just staring out the windshield.

“Penny for your thoughts?” I said as I merged onto the four lane bypass that would take us to the two lane highway that made up most of the trip.

“Huh?” she asked, almost startled out of thought.

“I wondered what you were thinking about so intently,” I asked her.

“Oh. Nothing really,” she said softly, turning her head to look back out the windshield.

I’m not a completely clueless guy. I could tell it wasn’t nothing. Her fingers were rolling and unrolling a portion of the hem of her skirt, making it a couple inches shorter before she unrolled it again. Up and down she rolled the hem of the skirt as we traveled down the road, finally slowing and exiting off onto the two lane highway. I knew that she’d talk when she was ready, so I didn’t push.

“David. Can I ask you a question?” she said quietly, still looking intently out the windshield.

“Sure,” I answered with a shrug.

“Do older guys like looking at younger women?”

I chuckled. “Yeah, right. Come on Julie. You know damn well that most old guys fantasize about younger women. What are you really asking?”

“Do YOU like how younger women look?”

“Of course,” I replied.

“Do you like how I look?”

“You’re a very pretty young woman.”

She turned part way in her seat to look at me. “That isn’t what I mean. I mean do I look sexy? If I took my clothes off in front of you, would you wanna have sex with someone that looked like me?”

“Julie, what makes you ask something like that? I mean, we’re both married. This isn’t exactly the kind of thing we should be talking about.”

She looked down at her hands and was silent for several long seconds. She moved her hands from her lap to up behind her neck and in a few moments she pulled down the dress top, completely exposing her from her stomach to her neck. Her breasts were a nice full C cup and didn’t look like they needed any support to hold their shape. Her areolae were bright pink and about as large as a silver dollar with a nickel sized flat nipple in the center. I could see that both nipples were puffed out from her areola, shaped almost like two small cones. “Do you think my body is hot?”

“Julie. This really isn’t appropriate,” I said quietly, not wanting to hurt her feelings. Truthfully, I didn’t really want her to put her dress back up. I did like the way she looked and my body was making it clearly obvious, if she chose to look.

“I know. It’s not like I’m asking you to have sex with me. I just wanted to know if you think my body is hot or not.”

“Is this because of what happened yesterday?”

“Sort of,” she answered quietly.

“Look Julie. You’re a truly good looking young lady. Any guy would think so. So you don’t have to prove anything to anyone. Just know you are.”

She twisted back in her seat and looked out the windshield, leaving her breasts completely exposed. Not that anyone could see her anyway, I continued driving down the two lane highway. After she sat for several long minutes she reached down and pulled her skirt up to her waist, exposing all of her creamy thighs and the tiny lacy pair of pink thong panties she had on. She reached across to the steering wheel and gently pulled my right hand off the wheel and to her lap. She pressed my hand between her legs, spreading them as far as the foot well of the car would allow. She shifted her hand on mine, pressing my hand flat on her so my palm was pressed to her mound and my fingers were pressed against her pussy lips.

“If he doesn’t care if a guy puts his hands on me, it might as well be someone I want to put their hands on me,” she whispered.

I could feel the heat of her pussy flowing into my fingers and the wetness of the material covering her crotch as she pressed my fingers between her slightly spread legs. As she pressed my fingers against her pussy with her right hand, she reached over to my lap with her left, gently running her fingers along the material covering my quickly hardening dick. If I was smart I’d pull my hand from between her legs and tell her in no uncertain terms that this kind of thing was inappropriate. Instead, my fingers, almost of their own free will moved, stroking up and down her fabric covered pussy lips. She moaned softly in pleasure before whispering to no one in particular, how good it felt.

I could feel her hand grip my cock through my slacks, squeezing my fat shaft while my fingers gently stroked the wet crotch of her panties. She moved her hand from mine, waiting with her hand only a few scant fractions of an inch from mine, waiting to see if I was going to pull my hand away. I felt her squeeze my cock in what I took as appreciation that I wasn’t jerking my hand from between her legs as her other hand moved farther from mine. I felt her body move and looked over briefly, her legs and back lifting her butt off the seat as she pushed the thong down her hips. She didn’t try to move my hand, but pressed the waistband of her panty down between her legs until it cleared my fingers. Suddenly I could feel the softness of her skin, the smoothness of her outer lips and the wetness of her slightly protruding inner lips with my fingers.

Without any obvious instruction from me, my middle finger pressed between her wet lips, feeling her body close around my digit. She sighed slightly before lifting both feet from the foot well. She trapped my hand between her thighs as she pulled her knees to her chest and used her right hand to push her panties down her legs. In moments she had the tiny pink bit of lace laying on the dashboard. She must have discarded her shoes before she pulled her legs up, because when I looked over she had both bare feet on the dash, pushing her knees apart to give my fingers more room.

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