Maggie was suddenly shy and had to force herself to get closer. It didn’t feel so innocent any longer. Butterflies filled her stomach, but she moved onto the bed and spooned against Gary. His arms wrapped around her and she breathed a sigh of relief. It felt so warm and natural to be in his arms. He softly kissed the back of her head and she closed her eyes, letting the tension seep from her body. Her heart was pounding and she was tingling all over, but she willed herself to sleep.
It was not as easy for Gary. With Maggie's soft, curvy body pressed against him, he sprung immediate wood and he couldn't think about anything but touching her. He had to keep his crotch back from her. Her tits were right there and he knew how good they would feel in his hands. Knowing that she wanted him to touch her didn’t make his struggle any easier. He listened closely to her breathing and when he was sure she was asleep he tried to force himself to do the same, but he just couldn’t. Gary knew he had to just relax and control himself, even if it meant laying there awake the whole time, but he was weak. After the first time went so well, it was just too easy to justify having a little fun.
Just by moving a few inches, Gary was cupping her breast again, although through three layers he couldn't feel as much as he had the first time, when she’d been braless. Still, he kneaded her breast and thought he could feel her nipple rise. He concentrated attention and when Maggie breathed heavier he knew he found the spot. His cock was an iron rod in his shorts, pushing him further. How far could he go without waking her? He wiggled closer so his shaft was wedged against her butt.
Gary nuzzled past her hair and kissed the back of her neck. One arm was pinned beneath Maggie, but he was able to twist it around enough to rest it on her smooth tummy where her top had ridden up. It was not as tight as his wife’s, but he liked Maggie’s softness. A woman should feel soft, he’d always thought. But her tummy was not really where he wanted that hand. He began sliding it down—inch by deliberate inch—and he paused every moment to see if she reacted. Her breathing remained smooth and steady. Finally, he reached the vee between her thighs and he pressed his fingers to her mound. Maggie sighed in her sleep and her thighs parted slightly.
At first he just rubbed down there, trying to figure out where to touch her through her cut-offs, but then she stiffened and moaned and he knew he was in the right place. He froze, but she didn’t push him away. Was she still asleep? Gary pressed more firmly, using the seam of her shorts to rub her pussy. Maggie stirred and pushed back against him. Gary moved by instinct, pressing his cock harder into her ass, and soon they were slowly grinding into each other. Maggie’s soft, mewling sounds signaled that she had to be awake, and she still went with it.
Maggie awoke with Gary's hands all over her and his cock pressed firmly into her ass. His touch was nice and so different from Adam's. He was truly exploring her body, not just going through the motions. She knew there had to be boundaries to keep things from going too far, but she so wished her clothes weren’t in the way. Still, she was angry that she hadn’t thought to wear something looser so Gary could get his hands underneath her clothes. She kept her eyes closed and just enjoyed her growing arousal. Her hand slipped over his to let him know it was okay.
Gary felt Maggie's hand over his between her legs and he thought she was going to stop him, but she did just the opposite. She guided his hand so that he was touching her just right. She moaned so softly he barely heard it. It was hot between her legs and he felt her shorts growing damp. He worked his prick against her ass and it felt really good. It was like some weird throwback to dry-humping in high school. Maggie worked her ass back to him and he began to fear he might blow his load right in his shorts.
Maggie couldn’t take it any longer. She pulled at her layered tank tops, and it took some effort, but she wrestled them off. Her flimsy white cotton bra was not sexy, but her stiff, dark nipples were clear through it. Maggie really hadn’t thought they would be going here again, or she would have worn something sexy for Gary—or gone braless again, if she had the nerve. She slipped the front clasp and lost her bra too, before sliding back against him in the same position. It felt safer, not facing him, for some reason.
Gary’s hands moved right back into place. The feel of his warm hands on her bare skin was perfect. She wiggled against him in encouragement. He pinched her nipples, gently rolling them between his fingers and Maggie quaked. It sent waves straight to her clit, which was throbbing from his massaging fingers. She felt his cock against her ass and wanted to do more for him, but she also didn't want to break their embrace. Besides, from the way Gary was moaning and humping her, he seemed to be having a pretty good time anyway.
Maggie almost stopped him when Gary unbuttoned her cut-offs. She knew she had to stop him, but sweet lord she didn’t want to. He pushed his hand down inside her panties and touched her mound, fingers tickling over the downy, trimmed hair covering it. He massaged her mound and she whimpered and trembled. Maggie felt no control of her body. Gary touched her so flawlessly. He kneaded her breast as his fingers rolled her nipple while he rubbed her clit. He was kissing and nibbling the side of her neck. She came with a low, keening cry. Maggie gasped for air and her eyes snapped wide open.
It was so different from his wife, but Gary could tell Maggie was coming. She shook and moaned in his arms and flooded his fingers—but was still pretty quiet. Alexandra would be screaming at the rafters, but he liked the sexy subtlety of Maggie’s climax. His ego didn't need a screaming woman to stroke it. When Maggie stopped shaking, he held her by the hips and really went to town rubbing into her. God, he loved her round, cushy ass. He just couldn't get enough of it.
Maggie turned in his arms and stared at him earnestly. Her hand moved to his crotch, but she kept it outside his shorts. He watched her petite hand rub him and it only took a minute before he groaned and a wet spot spread on the front of his shorts. She couldn’t believe she’d just made him come—even though he’d done the same for her. That felt like cheating. But you never really touched him, she thought. It was a hollow excuse, and she knew it. Maggie knew they had just crossed a line, but strangely it didn’t slow her down. She threw herself at Gary and kissed him. He held her tightly and they made out like teenagers on that bed until they were out of breath.
“Are we okay?” Gary asked, squeezing her. Maggie’s head rested on his chest.
“I think so.”
Gary heard the hesitation in her voice. “Don’t feel like we have to do anything.”
“I don’t. Don’t worry, Gary. It was perfect.” She squeezed him.
They were over the line. Gary wasn’t delusional enough to deny it. If Alexandra had some guy touching her like that he would be on the war path. He couldn’t reason this away. And yet… It just felt so right with Maggie. What they were doing felt natural, and he did not want to stop. He didn’t know if he could stop if they kept seeing each other. And he decided that was okay with him. They would keep it within bounds. It would only be a little cheating.
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Tuesday found the new couple losing their hesitation. While they played with the kids through the morning, they snuck glances at each other, signaling that nap time could not come too soon. Gary loved how Maggie would shyly smile at him, blush, and look away. She was still becoming comfortable going for what she wanted. She watched Gary and couldn’t believe she’d never noticed how sexy he was in the past.
There was no pretext of napping once the kids were down. Gary led Maggie into the bedroom by the hand and they fell onto the bed kissing and touching each other. Maggie swore that every time they kissed it got better. Maggie struggled with her guilt a bit more than Gary, and she limited him when they fooled around. Her top came off, but that was it. She made sure she was wearing a sexy bra this time. She also kept his hand out of her pants. Gary was frustrated by their high-school-first-date level of making out, but he respected her and stayed within her limits. That only made Maggie want him more. And that night, Alexandra had no idea what hit her.
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bsp; Wednesday was a repeat performance of the day before and Gary grew even more frustrated. No, he was not prepared to go all the way and fully cheat on his wife, but he needed more than some dry humping and heavy petting. He pushed it further than the day before and he made Maggie come by rubbing through her shorts, but he did not push harder. They were going to have to have a talk. He had no idea what she was thinking. It was all flirty banter now. They hadn’t talked seriously about what was between them.
Maggie was just as frustrated as Gary. She just had more self-control. Or, she feared losing that control, so she tried to keep things cool. But that was not realistic. Gary was not some fifteen-year-old boy who was going to be put off by just grabbing her boob. And that wasn’t what she really wanted anyway. It felt amazing when Gary made her climax. She couldn’t believe how easily he made her come. She also understood how easily things could get out of their control and she was not ready to fuck him. Her needs were real though, and when she went over on Wednesday she dressed to tease Gary.
Gary could only smile when he saw her that morning. She wore a knee-length, flouncy white cotton skirt and a blue-and-white tie-dyed peasant top with a scoop neck that showed off plenty of cleavage. All he could think of was the dirty things he wanted to do to her.
Alone in the bedroom, they stood beside the bed and just stared at each other. Gary just couldn’t believe how pretty she was. Maggie trembled as she waited for him to touch her.
Gary grabbed her blouse and Maggie raised her arms so he could pull it over her head. She was wearing a filmy blue bra with a front clasp he flicked open while he covered her breasts with kisses. She cradled his head, running fingers through his hair as he flicked her nipples with the tip of his tongue. They turned and fell onto the bed. His leg pushed up between her thighs and he pressed it to her sex. Her little panties were hardly any barrier at all and he felt her damp heat. She ground harder and harder against his leg, gasping for air.
Reaching down between them, Maggie put her hand in his shorts and wasn't too surprised to find Gary wasn't wearing any underwear. He’d come prepared too. The tip of his cock was wet and she used the sticky fluid to lubricate her hand over his prick. She pulled him up to kiss her again and Gary jacked his knee against her crotch, giving her something nice and hard to rub against.
"Does that feel good?” Gary breathed in her ear. It was the first time he’d tried the kind of talk his wife liked.
Maggie nodded and moaned, "Mmmhmm.” Dirty talk did not come naturally to her.
"I want to feel it. I want to feel you come again. It's so sexy,” he whispered.
She did feel sexy. Gary made her feel sexier than she had in years. It was great to know that someone besides her husband could still look at her that way. For the longest time she'd felt like she lost her identity as a woman. She held Gary tightly and rubbed her pussy into his leg and imagined he was inside her, that they were doing it instead of just pretending. Staying in control was just as tough as she’d feared. Her eyes flew open and she stared up into Gary's. Her bottom lip quivered and her body was flooded with intense pleasure. She was coming already.
Knowing Maggie had come, Gary rolled onto his side and traced little circles around her nipples with his fingertips. She was still panting and perspiring, but she reached over and touched him through his shorts.
"I want to do something for you," she said.
"You don't have to, Maggie. You being here does it for me. I don't want you to feel you have to do anything with me."
"I said I want to, dummy. I know you'd never push me into anything. You're a good man. I just want to make you feel good too.”
Maggie hooked her bra and walked into the master bathroom. Gary had no idea what to expect. His brain filled with images of Maggie blowing him, but he didn’t think she was ready to go there. Even he had to admit that might be too far. She returned with a bottle of baby oil and he smiled. Was this something she did for Adam? He couldn’t imagine his friend settling for a hand job. She sat cross-legged beside him and told him to take off his shorts, which he did. Gary folded his arms behind his head and looked up at her expectantly. She squirted some oil into her hand and then rubbed her hands together to warm it up.
"You do that like a pro. Have a lot of experience?"
"Ha ha.” She wrapped both warm hands around his cock and Gary wasn't laughing anymore. Her soft, slick hands felt great. Maggie paid plenty of attention to the sensitive head, making him shake uncontrollably. She felt self-conscious with him watching her so closely, but sexy at the same time. With his prick in her hand and Gary quaking on the bed she felt more in control in the bedroom than usual and it was a nice feeling. Also seeing how hard she'd made him was making her horny all over again.
"God, that's good," Gary moaned, twisting on the bed. He didn't think he'd ever enjoyed a hand job so much in his life. A lot of it was that Maggie was great with her hands, but it was also who was doing it. To watch sweet, girl-next-door Maggie sitting there with his prick in her hands was hot. He wondered if there was any chance she'd lean forward and take him in her mouth. God, he wished. “Please, take off your bra,” he pleaded.
Maggie giggled and unhooked her bra and shrugged out of it. His eyes flicked back and forth, from her thick, dark nipples to her big, dark eyes.
“Touch your tits,” he breathed. She didn’t react. He knew he was pushing it, but asked, “Please?”
Maggie felt so naughty when she reached up and touched her breasts. She was not very experienced with fondling herself. On the rare occasion she masturbated, she just rubbed her clit until she finished, and moved on. But her oily hand felt good, especially when her nipple slipped through her fingers. This was supposed to just be about getting Gary off, but she was all worked up again. But it was getting him off. The way Gary looked at her made Maggie feel like a goddess.
Gary did not want to be the only one coming. He laid a hand on her thigh and then eased it under her skirt, massaging her hot flesh on his way up. She straightened her leg for better access. Her panties were sopping and clung to her lips. He started by rubbing her through them, and she gripped his shaft tighter. She scooted closer. The more he rubbed her pussy, the more aggressive she became with his cock. Pre-cum dripped from the tip and she swiped it with her thumb, adding it to the lubrication. Cum boiled in his balls, but he did not want to come yet.
Maggie lifted her butt so he could peel her panties away and then she laid back. She was so hot. She was losing her mind. Her hand slipped all over her tits and she jerked Gary faster. She felt so depraved. They were side-by-side, head-to-toe. Her skirt was up around her waist and her legs spread. He could so easily roll over and just put it in her.
Gary curved two fingers inside her and Maggie’s butt jacked off the bed when he found her g-spot. Her cry was the loudest sound he’d heard her make yet. She gripped his fingers tightly inside her. His thumb rested on her clit and she was putty in his hands.
“God, I want to make you come,” he moaned.
“Yes,” she whimpered, forcing the word out.
“Do you want to come for me?”
“Yes.” She drew the word out and had begun trembling in anticipation.
“Tell me. Say it, Maggie.”
“Please,” she stuttered. Their actions were so dirty. They should be talking dirty, she thought. “Please make me come, baby.”
The words were barely out of her mouth when she climaxed so hard she gave a great cry. She twisted on the bed and it felt like her heart was going to explode out of her chest. She’d never climaxed so hard in her life. She wasn’t even aware she was still jerking him off, but she was, and her orgasm brought him off too.
Gary thrilled at the peek at Maggie’s dirty side and he came immediately. His cum arced into the air, shooting across his thigh and then onto Maggie’s tummy. She kept jerking him until the last drops of his load oozed onto her pumping fist. And still she kept going, like she would never stop. He finally had to take her hand off him.
“So that was something,” Gary sighed.
“Yeah. It was..something,” Maggie agreed. Then they were both laughing.
They sat up and shared a long, slow kiss. They both wanted to just spend the day in bed. Maggie went into the bathroom and cleaned up, while Gary fixed the bed. She returned and they snuggled together. They really did nap after that, falling asleep in each other’s arms. Only the sounds of the baby monitor woke them.
eight
“Have you noticed anything weird about Gary lately?” Adam asked.
“No. If anything, I have no complaints at all. I think he finally hit his stride. He’s got everything handled. He doesn’t even bitch at me about coming home late anymore. Not since we had it out last weekend.”
Alexandra was squeezed next to Adam at the same corner high-top table as last Friday. They had decided to make happy hour a regular thing. Part of her motivation was to show her husband that she was her own woman. She did not like the way he reacted the last time and needed to make a point. She had texted Adam last Monday that they were on for Friday again. Honestly, she wanted a reaction out of Gary when she came home, but he had been in such a good mood all week she didn’t know if she would get one.
Adam put his hand over hers. “If it’s going to be a problem, we should at least make it worth the fight, right?”
“Slow your roll, tiger,” she replied, giving him a good-natured smirk. She let his hand linger before she took hers away.
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