The best description of Erica is to say she’s like a busty, 30-year-old version of Martha Stewart. She had her shit together career-wise, she was no dummy and she managed to look sexy and no-nonsense at the same time. Some guys don’t go for independent women like that but I sure do. If I had been smart enough to have married one, maybe I wouldn’t have had such a strong urge to stray.
I saw Erica from time to time working in her yard, backing her car out of her garage or getting her mail. Like any wife, mine regarded Erica as a potential threat simply because she happened to be single. That meant we didn’t invite her over to any parties at our house. Those were for other couples only.
Married life has its advantages, but every time I got a look at Erica I wanted to cheat so bad it hurt. Did I mention that she had a great body? I was fascinated by the way she could make what should have been “conservative” outfits look sexy. For example, you might not think that a sleeveless blouse with a sweater tied around the neck could be hot. But the armholes of that blouse were big enough to show she wasn’t wearing a bra, exposing the curved side-swells of her tits. The dangling arms of the sweater tied around her neck rode atop the bulging shelf made by her big breasts, accenting their size. Technically, she was dressed for a church social but the effect was anything but saintly.
After a couple of months in the new house, my wife and I started getting into arguments about bills, her lack of sex drive, whether or not we should start a family and all the other joys of married life. She even bitched at me for little things like the fact that I got Columbus Day off while she had to work. Life was turning into a real party.
I watched her leave for work that day. At the same time, I saw Erica pull into her driveway next door. She got out of her car carrying a bag from Starbucks. Apparently she had made an early coffee run.
She saw me watching her and waved. I waved back. I watched the way her shapely ass cheeks moved in her tight pants as she disappeared inside her house. God, I wanted to fuck her.
I made up my mind that I wasn’t going to let my day off go to waste. I walked over to Erica’s house and rang her doorbell.
She looked surprised to see me. She was holding a cinnamon roll and chewing. Her blonde hair was tousled in a girlish, just-don’t-care style. She said, “What’s up, neighbor?”
I went for broke. “Listen, I know I might sound like a jerk for saying this, but you’re so sexy that I think about you all the time. If you don’t have anything against married guys, I thought maybe we could have some fun.”
She swallowed without batting an eye. “What, you mean like fucking?”
I tried not to look surprised at her directness. She was perfect. I remembered all of the brainy girls just like her at college, the ones who didn’t waste time on small talk when they could get right to the point.
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I mean,” I said.
She gave me a quick once-over like she was seeing me for the first time. She seemed amused. “Are you any good at eating pussy?” she asked.
I wondered if she was making fun of me. To her, I probably was just the boring married guy next door, the one who mowed the lawn and barbecued on the weekend. It was time that she saw a different me. I decided to give her some of her own medicine.
“I’ll eat a lot more than your pussy,” I said. “I’ll lick you from your clit to your asshole and back again until you can’t take anymore. Then I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk straight. Sound good?”
She smiled. “Sounds great. Let’s go.”
She unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it behind her onto the floor as she walked to her bedroom. I did the same. We got naked without talking. Her nipples were the big, flapjack type, with tiny tips at the center of her pink halos. Her glossy blonde pubic hair was trimmed in a narrow line at the top of her pussy slit. She had done a good job down there, leaving not a bit of stubble.
She lay on her back with her legs drawn up. She rubbed her mound with her fingertips, not a bit shy about playing with herself in front of me. “Let’s see what you can do,” she said.
I climbed onto her bed and put my face between her legs. Her cunt had a strong, womanly scent. I held her pussy lips apart with my fingertips, exposing her inner lips. Then I put out my tongue and tasted that delicious pink meat.
Erica dropped the bossy act after a few minutes of having her cunt lapped. I was giving her the full treatment: sucking her clit, tongue-fucking her hole, sliding down to flick her asshole every now and then. She sighed and wriggled with pleasure. “You’re pretty fucking good at that,” she said. “Why didn’t you come over here before now?”
“Because I was a fucking moron,” I said. I slipped a finger up her pussy and fucked her with it while I nibbled her clit. I couldn’t believe it had been this easy to get. Erica in bed. She was wild and sexy and free—everything I had been before I got married. But now it looked like I had found a way to have the best of both worlds. Erica wasn’t the type who would want any kind of commitments. If she would let me come over and slip her a fuck now and then, my life would take a definite turn for the better.
She bucked against my face when she climaxed, squealing long and loud with release. I moved into position to fuck her. Her pussy was tight and hot around my cock. She wrapped her long legs around my back and held me tight while I pumped her slot. She was amazing—a brainy, busty, beautiful slut.
“Pull out when you come,” she said. “I like to watch.”
I was already on the edge but hearing her say that put me over. I pulled free of her clutching pussy and spurted my load onto her flat belly. She tugged at my dick, milking out more until only a single pearl of come hung from its tip. She lifted that droplet off with a fingertip and put the finger between her lips.
“Mmmm,” she said. “Next time I’ll have to let you come in my mouth.”
“I’ve got the whole day off,” I said. “How about if I take you up on that right now?”
We spent the rest of the morning in bed before I finally strolled back to my place, feeling great. I thought it was appropriate that I had spent my Columbus Day making the best discovery of my life. I had found out that there was a whole new world waiting for me right next door, ready to be explored.—G.V., Jackson, Mississippi
A SALTY TALE, IN WHICH A SAILOR GETS WET ON DRY LAND
I’ll always have a fond memory of a strikingly beautiful blonde Scandinavian woman I met when I was a twenty-two-year-old, unmarried U.S. Navy sailor.
The daughter of some friends of my parents was getting married, and we were invited to the wedding. I didn’t get off duty in time to attend the wedding ceremony, but I was able to attend the reception at their house later that evening, wearing my uniform. I didn’t know anyone at the reception other than the bride’s family, so I was a little out of my element.
As I stood in the archway to their living room, I saw three women sitting together on a sofa. There was the; aforementioned blonde woman, who instantly attracted my eye, and two others. The blonde seemed to be interested in my appearance and kept returning my glances. She looked even more interested after a certain other than apologized for having to leave. The last thing he told her was to have a good time.
As time went on the party was beginning to run out of food, and someone came around asking everyone to chip in some money for hamburgers. He also asked if anyone there would be willing to go get them.
I volunteered to make the burger run but said I would need directions to the burger place since I wasn’t familiar with the neighborhood. The second I said that the blonde woman sprang from her seat and said she would go with me as a guide. I saw her hold some money out to a brunette sitting next to her. My first guess was that they were making some kind of a bet. The brunette passed the money to the other woman who was with them, apparently to hold for the winner. I discovered later that the blonde woman had been sexually aroused by seeing me in uniform. Her seafaring Nordic blood had been excited, and she had bet her companion that she could get me
to fuck her.
We got ready to leave together, but she said that she had to stop in the bathroom on the way out first. As she came back out of the bathroom, she tucked something into her purse that was sheer, black and lacy. She could have very easily stuffed it into her bag before she came out, so I knew I was meant to notice this supposedly secret gesture. Another than and the brunette woman said they would go with us. I found out later that this guy was the husband of the blonde woman.
When he climbed into the driver’s side of his car, the blonde and I headed for the right rear door but the brunette said, “No, Lotte, don’t get in there. Come on. You sit in front and let me sit in the back.” I wondered if these women were actually fighting over me.
My dark-haired companion was named Naomi. As we drove we talked softly. She told me a lot about herself, but even more about her blonde companion. Whether she meant to or not, she made it pretty obvious to me that if I put the moves on Lotte I wouldn’t get my hand slapped.
By the time we pulled into the parking lot of the hamburger joint I was very aroused. I gave the driver enough money to buy dozens of burgers, figuring it would take a long time to cook them all. I also figured that would give me a chance to make some time with my new friend. I told the driver that I would wait in the car. Lotte said yes, she’d rather wait in the car too if it was going to take some time. The driver, Rick, hesitated then left with the brunette after giving me an odd look.
Not wanting to waste any time, I ran my right hand up under the blonde’s skirt as soon as they left. I didn’t stop to warm her up, I just reached above her cunt to pull her panties down. When she felt me fumbling around, she asked, “What’s the matter?” because I hadn’t stopped to play with her hot, wet pussy.
I told her, “I can’t find your panties.”
I knew she was ready to be fucked when she said, “I don’t have any on,” as she had already taken them off. That, I realized, was what she had so obviously slipped into her bag as she came out of the bathroom!
I had found in the past that, instead of fastening all thirteen buttons on the front flap of my trousers, it was more convenient to just fasten the three buttons at each of the two top corners. That way I could quickly open the flap on occasions like this. As I was demonstrating how quick and effective this strategy was, Lotte was watching attentively, almost drooling. Popping the buttons, I showed that two could play the no-underwear game as my fully erect rod sprang out of my shorts, ready for duty.
At the same time, Lotte lay down sideways across the rear seat, busily pulling her skirt up around her waist. She spread her legs wide open and positioned her pussy on the front edge of the seat, where it would be readily available for the entry of my willing cock. As I slid it into her tight, warm, juicy cunt, I could also tell that she was a true blonde by the delicate straw-colored hairs around her pussy.
I plunged in deep and quick, which made the car rock enough for anyone to see if they were looking at it. While I was thrusting I also kept my eyes on the restaurant, afraid that our companions would reappear any second with their arms full of hamburgers and catch us going at it. The anxiety the situation caused made it even more exciting for me, and I could tell it worked for her too, because she was getting ready to come faster than any woman I’d ever seen before.
By the time we both came, the car windows were completely steamed up. It was practically impossible to see through them at that point, but it was too late to turn back, and I didn’t care. I just shoved my prick into Lotte as fast as I could and just let go.
It felt so good to be inside Lotte’s pussy that I didn’t take my dick out immediately, even though I had shot a large load into her when I came. I always carry a clean handkerchief with me and asked her if she wanted to use it to wipe with. I don’t know if she was trying to get pregnant or if she was leaving my juice in there as proof of her bet, but she didn’t use my handkerchief. I reluctantly took my cock out of her cunt and used the handkerchief on myself before cleaning up the seat.
We had just about gotten ourselves straightened up, although we were still flushed from fucking, when the other couple came back with the food. My blonde bombshell dived back over the seat just before they got close enough to see her. I remember being glad that the French fries smelled so strong or else they would have definitely smelted the strong odor of sex that filled up the car.
Lotte apparently didn’t care what her husband knew or may have seen us do, so she climbed into the rear seat with me. I still wasn’t aware at that time that it was her husband who was driving the car, so I proceeded to give her a big kiss as soon as she sat down. She didn’t object to my attention; she didn’t even blink when I put my left arm around her neck, into her dress and under her bra to fondle her magnificent tit. As I toyed with her nipple it started to get erect.
I was hoping for more sex, but she pulled away from me before we got back to the party. I guess she’d figured that as long as her husband was driving he wouldn’t look closely enough at the backseat to catch us, but than, I never would have taken a chance like that if I’d known what I was actually doing.
When we returned to the reception we were hailed as heroes for bringing the food. As we entered the door, though, my mother came over to me and said, “You’d better be careful what you’re doing. The than you went with is that woman’s husband.” She must have seen me following Lotte around and trying to get close to her again. “And dust off the knees of your pants.”
I looked down for the first time and saw how dirty my pants had gotten while fucking the blonde beauty. After trying to wipe off the stains the best I could, I made certain that I steered clear of Lotte and her husband for the rest of the evening, which made the whole experience the shortest affair I’ve ever had.
I never saw the gorgeous blonde woman again, although there were many times I wished that I had. As Kipling would have said, “The best time of my life was with another man’s wife, and I learned about women from her.” I don’t know what she and her husband did later that night or whether he ever found out what had happened, but he never said a word to me about what had taken place while the hamburgers were being cooked.—R.K., Baltimore, Maryland
NOT TO BE OUTDONE, THE ARMY TRIES A FEW MANEUVERS
I am a twenty-nine-year-old sergeant in the Army. Not too many years ago I was in the middle of a very rocky divorce. You wouldn’t think I’d have sex on my mind after what I’d been through, but you’d be mistaken.
I have a habit of being very open with the things I say and the things I do. The minute I separated from my wife I became very active.’ Something about the whole legal process of getting free actually turned me on.
One day when I was at my lawyer’s office to sign some papers, I met a radiant Spanish woman who turned out to be my lawyer’s legal assistant. I told her I had to know her name, and she told me it was Carla. Then she wanted to know why I was asking. Rather than tell her what an outstanding face and figure she had, I told her that I found her attractive because she always seemed to have a smile on her face. I guess she liked that.
As open as I am, though, I was almost speechless when I got close to Carla. I got weak in the knees and started to mutter. She had skin like light brown sugar. Her hair was dark brown, almost black, with a slight touch of red that made it shine when the sun hit it. She had light brown eyes that seemed to have a mystery behind them. I’d never really thought that brown was such an attractive color or that there were so many different shades, but after that day I was dreaming brown.
I didn’t think that I had caught her eye either, so I didn’t really do anything about it, except that I started going back to my lawyer’s office more often than I had to. For six months, every time I went to the office Carla and I would briefly talk in a flirtatious kind of way. I always figured it was just a game for her.
We were getting closer and closer to the time I was to deploy to Korea. I was going to be gone for six months, and I was scheduled to leave on a Saturday. Desperate t
o find out if I had any chance at all with my beautiful Spanish girl, I went to her office and asked if she would like to have lunch with me.
She didn’t exactly jump on the offer, saying, “Well, maybe after your divorce is final or when you get back.” It was a real surprise for me on the Friday before I left when Carla called me up at work and asked me out for lunch, but I wasn’t so surprised that I forgot to say yes. I didn’t need a second to think about it. We decided to meet at a nice restaurant that I knew about, but the place was so full that we decided to go have dinner somewhere else. So we jumped into my car and cruised for a place.
All those months I’d been hoping for a chance, and here it was at last. Carla smelled so good I started to get a rise in my pants. We finally settled on a place to eat. It was kind of funny; looking at it from the outside you would have thought it was a barbecue place or something, but in fact it was Chinese. We didn’t care, as long as it was quiet and we could talk.
We ralked about anything and everything in our lives— our likes and dislikes, our past marriages and Carla’s little boy. The entire time we spoke we hardly touched our meals; there was just that kind of excitement in the air. But way too soon it was time for both of us to get back to work. On the way to the car I told her that there was something I’d been wanting to do since the minute we met. I told Carla that I didn’t know if she would like it, and she said, “Don’t worry. If I don’t like it I’ll let you know.”
With that, I stopped at a traffic light, maybe hitting the brakes a touch harder than I had to. I reached over and grabbed the back of her head and pulled her toward me. There was no resistance when I brought her close or when I finally kissed her. Not wanting to frighten her off, I started with three short, quick ones. Then the light changed, and I reluctantly had to start driving again.
I didn’t want to let her go when we finally arrived at her car. I reached over again and this time she reached as well, practically throwing herself at me as she responded to my kisses. I wasn’t being gentle this time, but kissing her more passionately. Our tongues were swirling together like they were meant for each other. It was the hottest kiss that I had ever enjoyed.
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