I was 23, married with a baby, and serving in the armed forces. Not a good combination. My wife was 22, unhappy with being tied down by a baby, and lonely whenever I was away - which was often.
So it shouldn't have come as a surprise, when I returned home after six weeks on manoeuvres, to find the house empty. Wife gone - kid gone - a pile of unpaid bills on the kitchen-table - and (although I wasn't to find out for a few days,) the bank-account cleaned out.
There was also a short note. Something about her having flown home to her parents.
I was devastated. I had really been looking forward to my homecoming - to see my little Princess again, to hold my wife in my arms. To release six weeks of accumulated frustration....
Well - what does a guy do, when he's hurt, angry, and frustrated? Yup - heads straight for the Southern Comfort bottle.
At some point, I'd had too much to drink, to think coherently - but not enough to be anesthetized. At which point, the loneliness in my empty home became unbearable. Who knows, which Imp was sitting on my shoulder, whispering in my ear. But - out of all the possible choices I had - I decided to jump in my car and drive to Paul and Lynn's.
Of course, I shouldn't have been driving at all. And to drop in on a Couple unannounced - after 8pm - was also a bit rude. They were really my wife's friends. I'd only met them at the occasional barbeque. But of course, I wasn't thinking all too clearly.
Paul was also in the Service - totally different branch from mine. A big man, getting close to 50. I'd never taken much notice of Lynn. She was about ten years younger than Paul. A mousy little thing, with a worn face, bad hair, and a little paunch. Not my type at all.
Well - I made it to their place without any mishap, parked by the kerb, and shuffled up to their door.
Ding-dong.
At this point, I finally realised that I had no reason to be there. What was I going to say? "Hi - I'm feeling sorry for myself - care to share my misery?"
Jeez - maybe I can get out of here, before they answer the door. I quickly turned around, took four paces towards the street, and then the door opened. "Alan - is that you?"
Crap! Now what do I do?
"Hi Lynn. I didn't realize it was so late, or I wouldn't have bothered you."
She was wearing a tattered white bathrobe and worn slippers. And clearly hadn't expected company to drop in. But she peered at me and said, "Have you been drinking?"
"Uh - just a couple. I'm alright. I'll get out of your hair now."
"I think, you better come in. I'll get dressed, drive you home, and Julie can bring me back."
"Yeah, well. Thanks. But that would be a longish drive."
"Just come in - I'm getting cold."
I hesitated some more - but I really was not enthusiastic about going back home to my cold, empty bed. So I followed Lynn into the living-room and sat on the sofa.
"I'd offer you a drink, but maybe an orange-juice would be better.", and she disappeared into the kitchen.
The TV was on - with the volume off. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and sighed. What the heck was I doing here, I wondered. I barely knew the woman. And where was Paul? On duty? I snorted - wouldn't it be great, for him to come home, and find me sitting on his sofa - next to his wife, clad in her bathrobe?
Lynn returned, handed me a glass of juice and sat down next to me.
I took a sip, as she asked, "So - what's bugging you? Had a fight, with Julie?"
That was all the encouragement I needed to become a bore. I told her the whole story.
Lynn didn't say a word, until I was finished.
"Do you have to be anywhere tomorrow morning?"
Where would I go - on a Saturday - on my own? I thought again of my empty house and shuddered. "Nope. Nowhere to go. Nothing to do. Damn the woman!"
Lynn just nodded and rose. "Alright, you're staying here tonight. I can't let you drive after drinking. And we both need a couple."
Relieved, I watched her walk over to the TV, switch the volume up a little bit, and disappear back into the kitchen.
I wasn't feeling much - beyond the pain of losing my family - other than gratitude at not having to be alone tonight. Even the company of a dumpy, middle-aged housewife was preferable to being home alone.
Lynn returned with two beers, and handed me one. Then she sat on the other end of the sofa, turned, and dropped her feet in my lap. "You see, Paul and I had a huge row. He hasn't been home in five days - he's living in the barracks now."
We stared at each other for a moment, raised our beers, and she said: "To our Dear Ones. Fuck 'em!"
"Amen!"
And there we sat and commiserated with each other. As my eyes were blankly staring at the TV-screen, Lynn and I took turns telling each other about all the problems we had been having with our spouses. It didn't quite turn into a competition, but I think I was ahead on points. For example, Lynn couldn't trump my story of when Julie had thrown our portable TV at my head..........
Surprisingly, we only sipped at our beers, as the stories just flowed out of us. For me at least, it was very cathartic - and only as I felt myself gradually relax, did I realize just how tense I had been.
And only then, did I notice that I was caressing Lynn's feet..........
This came as a complete surprise to me. Marriage problems or not - I would never have consciously laid a hand on Lynn. Yet here I was - one hand stroking the sole of her foot - and the other roaming all over.
Her feet were small, neat, warm, and very soft. I quickly looked back to the TV, and tried to concentrate on what Lynn was saying. But my hands were now aware of what they were doing. I played with her toes, caressed the top of her foot, a little squeeze here, just the finger-tips there - my eyes glued to the TV. It felt too good, and I didn't want to stop. But I didn't want to get yelled at either. So I pretended to be just absentmindedly touching her feet. And prepared my "Oh - sorry - didn't realize!", for when she finally called me out.
I didn't really notice Lynn's conversation tapering off. I kept my eyes fixed on the TV, while focussing on her smooth feet. I don't remember being aroused at this point, just pleasantly relaxed. And then Lynn finally seemed to become aware of my efforts.
After a silence, which must have dragged on for 4-5 minutes, and was just beginning to alarm me, she said - with a sigh - "I can't even remember the last time Paul touched my legs."
Now, I can be a bit dense where women's signals are concerned. And maybe I was jumping the gun in a big way. But I focussed on just one word of her statement. "Legs".
You see - my hands had never left her feet and ankles. I just didn't have the courage. But now, I eagerly pounced on the word "legs" and decided it had to be an invitation.
So I smiled, muttered something about "What a waste!" And let one hand roam up her leg - all the way to her knee. While the other hand kept making love to her feet.
And now - as I enjoyed the smooth silky-ness of Lynn's legs - I started getting hard.
I casually moved one of Lynn's legs away from my growing bulge, and continued my efforts. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Lynn had closed her eyes. Her mouth was slightly open, and there seemed to be a slight smile around the corners of her mouth. Maybe it was just hormones, but the dumpy little housewife had magically transformed into a desirable woman under my gentle hands. I wondered, what it would feel like to kiss those inviting lips.
All memory of my wife had fled my mind. Replaced with a growing desire for this middle-aged woman, in her ratty bath-robe. A robe, which was still demurely covering her privates, although the top had bulged a little - allowing me to admire the swell of one breast - almost to the nipple.
Caution and self-restraint dissipated.
I lifted one of Lynn's legs, and gently kissed the side of her foot.
No reaction.
Encouraged, I continued to kiss first the sole and then the top of her foot. I ran my tongue along the side, popped her big toe into my mouth, and sucked gently.
Was that a soft sigh?
I lowered her leg, and lifted the other one. Causing her bathrobe to fall open, and giving me my first look at Lynn's bush and a glimpse of her snatch. I froze, and held my breath.
Lynn's eyes remained closed, and her breathing steady.
I was jubilant!
For the next few minutes, - as I continued to kiss, lick, and caress Lynn's legs and feet, my eyes were glued to what I could see of her pussy.
As I slowly worked my way up her thighs, she moved one leg, placed her foot on my bulge and moved it back and forth. I had been leaking for a while now, but her foot caused a gush of pre-cum, which turned my jocks into a sticky mess.
My hand reached up, I undid the belt of her bathrobe, and pushed it to the sides. There she lay - to the left of me. One leg in my lap. The other cocked, leaning against the back of the sofa, foot resting on my throbbing bulge. Her 32D breasts were practically screaming at me to do something with them. Her slight belly had become invisible to my hungry eyes, and then she moved her left leg, opening herself up to me.
I stared at her pussy - glistening with moisture - and realised I wanted this woman, more than anyone since my very first time.
Once more, my hand made it's way up her leg - passed the knee - across the smooth expanse of her thigh - fingertips reaching her groin..........when Lynn sat up, closed her bathrobe, and said: "We shouldn't be doing this!"
Aw - fuck!
So damned close!
Using all my self-control - and trying to ignore the uncomfortable, hot, wet, bulge in my pants - I took a deep breath, placed my arm around her, pulled her close, and kissed the top of her head.
"Maybe you're right.", I sighed. Thinking the exact opposite, of course.
Lynn's arm went around me, and she gave me a hug. I held her tight with one arm, and stroked her head with the other. Goddamn-goddamn-goddamn!
She raised her sweet face to me, and I kissed her forehead. She was still looking at me, so I brushed her lips with mine. Her hand fell onto my thigh, and lay there - smouldering.
I kissed her.
Lynn's eyes closed, I kissed her again, and her lips parted as she stroked the inside of my thigh.
I briefly licked her lips with my tongue and continued kissing her. As she pressed her mouth hard against mine, my tongue entered, while her hand moved onto my erection.
She was sucking on my tongue, and my hands searched for her breasts, as she started rubbing my throbbing dick.
Then she pushed me away and stood up.
Crap - not again!
But she grabbed my hand, and pulled me up. "Let's go in the bedroom!", she gasped.
She led me out of the living-room, and down the hall-way. But I didn't make it. Half way there, I moved her robe aside, pressed my throbbing bulge into her ass, reached around and grabbed her breasts.
"Ohh!"
She pressed her head and her ass back against me, as my hands kneaded her breasts. But then she untangled herself and dragged me forward again.
In the bedroom, Lynn turned around and undressed me, while I played with her breasts.
Then she pulled me down on the bed, where we entangled ourselves and spent the next few minutes kissing passionately, while our hands roamed over each other's bodies.
She nibbled on my earlobe, and then stuck her tongue in my ear, while my fingers were exploring her butt-crack.
I bit her neck and squeezed her breast hard, causing her to moan loudly.
I was almost dizzy with passion - it had never been like this with my wife.
And then I slowly started working my way down her body. I lingered for a long time on each breast - stroking, squeezing, sucking on her nipples - before slowly kissing and licking my way down her belly.
Too slowly - as Lynn pushed my head down, towards her crotch.
I can take a hint.
Facing downwards, I worked my arms underneath her legs and lifted them, giving me easy access to her dripping pussy.
One long, slow lick, from top to bottom, and I buried my face in her hot, wet flesh. The scent was intoxicating. I was licking her like a dog - trying to lap up every drop of her continuously flowing juices. And then I concentrated more and more on licking her clit. Lynn's moans were getting louder, and my dick felt as if it would burst like an over-cooked sausage.
When I placed my whole mouth over her clit and lightly sucked, Lynn began thrashing underneath me. I sucked harder, and she screamed, as her whole body convulsed in orgasm. I eased off, but didn't stop. Lynn was trying to push me away, but I held her trapped, as my tongue kept working on her raw clit. More gentle now - slower now - I finished by slurping up her pussy-juices, which were just gushing out.
Finally, I stopped and sat up.
Lynn was lying there gasping, her face beet-red. Her body was still trembling, her nipples were huge, and her hands kept clenching and unclenching.
I lay next to her, and pulled her close, kissing her face. After a while, she pushed me down, and climbed on. My dick slid into her swollen cunt, as if they were made for each other. She rode me for about a minute, before I exploded inside her. I'm normally fairly quiet during sex, but this time, I roared with the intensity of my orgasm, as I pumped four or five massive loads into her womb.
My god, that felt good!
Lynn climbed off me, and grabbed some tissues to clean us up with. Then she snuggled next to me. I nuzzled her neck, wanting more, but she said, "Wow - that was incredible! You've totally used me up!" Then she kissed me, "Will you stay the night?"
I was disappointed, but gave her my best smile, "I'd like that."
So we took turns in the bathroom, before climbing back into bed together, and falling asleep in each other's arms.
I don't know, how long we slept. But I woke up, spooning her. One hand was on Lynn's breast, and my dick was pressed against her ass. Needless to say, it started growing immediately.
Lynn was snoring slightly, and I wondered if I dared make a move. Previous attempts with my wife had always ended with my getting snarled at, until I stopped trying. But this was different - I might never get another opportunity like this.
So I released Lynn's boob, re-positioned myself, and started feeling for her cunt with my dick.
There!
Her lips were hot, and still wet. It was almost too easy, as I slipped in. Because of our positions, I could only just get the head inside her. It was enough. Slowly, I moved back and forth. There was only a little friction, and I knew, I could keep this up for a long time.
Sweet bliss.
In and out - in and out. It was probably the most pleasant - and relaxing - fuck I had ever had. And after a while, Lynn started moving with my rhythm. "Mmmhh, that fees good." she breathed.
I started feeling the urge to speed up my movements, but resisted. I wanted this to last. But I did lift Lynn's leg, so I could get at her clit and gently began rubbing it.
Lynn's movements became more urgent, and I had no choice but to follow. The pressure started building in my balls. But then Lynn, squeezed her thighs together, trapping my hand, and froze. She gave a couple of little whimpers as she climaxed, with me still pushing my head in and out.
When she was done, Lynn turned on the bed-side light, moved down, and quickly took my dick in her mouth. After sucking for a moment, she released it and said: "You know - I have never tasted pussy-juice before. I don't understand, why Paul refuses to go down on me."
"Jeez - I can't get enough of the stuff! You can sit on my face anytime!"
"Mmhhh - I might just take you up on that!" Pretends to hold phone to her ear: "Alan, it's an emergency! I'm leaking - can you come right over?"
"You know what - I can't think of anything I'd rather do."
Lynn smiled and licked the underside of my dick.
Now, I can't honestly say that she gave me the best blow-job I've ever had. But it certainly did the job. I warned her, that I was about to cum, hoping that she would ignore me. Alas, she took my dick out of her mouth, gave it a couple of quick, firm strokes with her hand, and then we both watched a couple of thick ropes of sperm erupt into the air.
After cleaning me up, she turned off the light and we kissed and snuggled for a while, before dropping off to sleep again.
When I awoke for the second time, it was starting to get light outside. I was lying on my back - Lynn's head on my chest - while her fingertips were doing delicious things to my dick.
I certainly wasn't going to disturb her, and just lay there, as she caressed me. Up and down my shaft, stroking my balls, all around the head. It was heaven.
Soon I was leaking pre-cum again, which Lynn used to lubricate me, as she continued playing with me.
I was nicely relaxed, enjoying the sensations, when Lynn stopped and left the bed.
For one horrible moment, I thought that was it. But she came back with a bottle of baby-oil from the dresser. Kneeling next to me, she slopped it all over my dick.
I was a bit disappointed, as I knew, this meant I wasn't going to get another blow-job, or even to fuck her. But I guessed, I could live with her finishing me off by hand.
But then she straddled me in the reverse cow-girl position.
"Hold it up for me, will you?"
Mystified, I grabbed the base of my dick and pointed it at her pussy.
She lowered herself, felt around for a moment, and then adjusted herself, so that her anus was just resting on the tip of my dick.
Could it be? Surely not. I couldn't be that lucky! No-one had ever let me fuck their ass. Well - the wife had given in once. But I didn't get far. After 10 minutes of preparation, I finally tried to enter her, but she howled, practically flew off the bed, and whined about the pain. She never let me try again.
And here I was - the tip of my penis just touching Lynn's wrinkled brown rose.
OMG!
"Don't thrust please, give me time."
Lady - I'll lie here for eternity - if it means I finally get to experience anal sex.
Still holding the base, I grabbed the shaft with my other hand to stop it from bending, and settled in to watch the show.
There is something intensely erotic about watching the head of your dick disappear up someone's bum. Forbidden territory and all that, I guess. In any case, I sure did enjoy the view.
Lynn took her time. Pushing down a little bit at a time, raising herself again. But little by little, as she lowered herself, a little more of the head disappeared inside her.
After a bit she stopped, with the head about two-thirds inside. "Now - push!", she said through clenched teeth.
Slowly, I increased the upwards pressure. And then - oh god - then the whole head finally forced it's way past the ring. Nothing - and I mean nothing - feels like that first moment, when you finally overcome the resistance and penetrate someone's anus.
I almost came right then and there.
Lynn was grunting. In discomfort, no doubt. So I stopped moving and let her set the pace. Which was probably a good thing. To cum - after all that effort - get soft, and slip out - would surely be very disappointing for her.
Slowly Lynn started moving again. At first just little thrusts, until finally she was sliding up and down the whole length of my pole.
I concentrated mostly on the delicious view - and on not slipping out of her.
Lynn was fingering herself with one hand, while riding me, and I hoped she would finish soon, as I was starting to struggling for control.
"Oh god - I'm coming!"
Perfect.
As Lynn's ass tightened around my dick, I gave a couple of urgent thrusts and pumped my seed deep into her bowels.
I slipped out of her magic cave, as Lynn collapsed forwards.
Now it was my turn to grab the tissues and clean ourselves up.
I tried not to look too closely, and didn't really care anyway. It had definitely been worth a little mess.
We snuggled for a while, and I figured that this was probably the first time in my life, that I truly felt sexually sated.
After some time, Lynn stirred in my arms. "I always wanted to try that, but Paul thought it was filthy."
"Heh - we should pair him up with Julie - they seem to be compatible."
Lynn smiled that special smile, which turned her plain face into a glorious sunrise.
"I need to pee - and we should get cleaned up. Want to scrub my back in the shower?"
As I stood there - lathering Lynn's breasts - I felt a stirring down below..........
