Backdoor Man: Employer's Wife Pt. 02

I was a bit confused. Here I am power driving my 42 year old lover, her legs over my shoulders, ankles near my ears, as I drove deep inside of her, making her already cum once and working on a second.

"OHHH, YES, YES, YES, YESSSS! MMMMMM, YES! BABY, MMMMMM, SO GOOD, SO FUCKING GOOD!!!!" Monica screamed, her words echoing through the downstairs as she came hard on my cock for a second time.

RINGGGGG! RINGGGGG! RINGGGGG!

"Hey, Mr. Jensen. How are you? Huh? Oh, sorry, Steve. Yeh, Mrs... I mean, Monica is in the bathroom. She should be just a minute."

"Oh, dinner, yes, yes it was excellent, Mrs., ummmm, I mean Monica is a great cook. We had fettuccine alfredo with chicken and broccoli. Well, I am sure you will be enjoying her cooking soon enough."

"Dessert? Uh, no she did not cook anything. She bought a nice berry pie at the bakery. Uhh, yes, all good with the grounds and such. No, she is not too needy, uhhh, hold on..."

With my cock still fully embedded in the gripping pussy of the gorgeous Monica Jensen, I was "chatting" with her husband on the phone. It was a full minute or more before Monica took the receiver, wry smile, reveling in my apparent discomfort.

"Hey, hon, how are you? Yes, I miss you too. I love you too".

As they chatted, I slowly slid my rock hard cock out of the amazing sheath of a pussy that was Monica's. Disengaging, I began to get up from the sectional, but Monica held up a finger, the universal sign for WAIT!

Quizzically, I looked at her, uncertain, but even more so, my nervousness at the situation only made this beautiful temptress smile widely. She beckoned me to lean back down toward her. As I grew closer, she fisted the hair on the back of my head, quickly directing my face to her dripping pussy.

Placing the speaking part of the receiver against her breast, she leaned forward and whispered, "Dessert. You wouldn't want to lie to my husband about eating pie."

I resisted a little more, but was more concerned about not making a sound. So, as Monica's surprisingly powerful grip held me firmly near her crotch, I relented. The first long lick of my flattened tongue on her soft folds was heavenly. The mix of excitement, lust, and trepidation at the knowledge that she was talking to her cheating husband who was 3000 miles away, fueled my lust for her sweet tasting pussy.

Monica internalized a shiver and with bright eyes, smiled down at me. After my first lick, I inhaled her musk deeply, enjoying the familiar earthy scent, deep, dank, but pleasant and lasting. Her pussy was extremely addictive. It still bewildered me that she had not enjoyed such oral pleasures in the past. The fact that I was her first lover to consistently dine on her sweet essence bolstered me to enjoy her pussy any time that I was able.

So, kneeling obediently, I was munching on my nymphomaniac of a 42 year old married lover as she chatted on the phone with her husband. At the start of the day, I never could have fathomed this scenario.

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Monday morning was a sharp contrast to Sunday morning. After Sunday dinner with the family and some nice time spent with my cousins, I was headed to bed at ten. I was up and in the gym at 5 a. m., ensuring I had a good workout before going to work. I had developed a habit of showering in the pool house at the Jensen's to save time as they had allowed me to leave a few changes of clothes there as well.

Pool house is more of an understatement. It was a mini cottage, complete with bedroom, full bathroom with whirlpool tub, kitchenette, bar and lounge area with surround sound television, a Pioneer stereo system, and an Atari 2600 gaming system.

Showered and changed into my work clothes by seven, I headed to the shop. Glancing through the sliding glass doors on the other side of the pool, I stopped to admire the petite but taut body creating a perfect V shape as Monica held a downward facing dog pose. Her outstanding ass curved at the top, the skin tight yoga pants highlighting those slim and sculptured legs. Her top was covered by a sports bra, highlighting her well defined abs and muscled shoulders.

It was hard for me to imagine that a man would deny that magnificently sculptured woman his complete attention, but I know that my boss had and possibly had his reasons. I shook myself out of my voyeuristic revelry, begrudgingly resuming my path to the shop.

The day went quickly with the only drawback being in the mid-morning when I saw Monica pulling out of the driveway. She stopped, told me she had to do some shopping, and that she had left me lunch in the fridge. I know she saw the disappointed look on my face, as there would be no time together at lunch time.

Giggling, she asked, "Are you going to miss me?"

I stared at her, shook my head yes, and then pulled her to me, kissing her deeply. She responded with a satisfying, "MMMMMMMM," but then broke the kiss, saying, "Sorry, I gotta go, but you are staying for dinner. I already called your mother and she is fine with it."

"But, what, uhhh, what did you tell her? Where are you going? Uhhhhh, Monica?"

Smiling impishly, scrunching up her nose and giggling again, she gave me a wave and drove off the property.

No sex, no explanation and now I am staying for dinner. What the fuck? Just as we were getting into a great pattern of morning workouts, lunch sex, and after work sex, she leaves without an explanation. Confused and a bit perplexed, I mindlessly went back to work, immersing myself in my tasks to combat the ever present half a hard-on I carried with me.

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I developed a gentle rhythm as Monica talked to Steve, updating him on some furniture purchases, thoughts on some other work on the estate, as well as my competence in the maintenance of the overall aesthetic of the grounds.

Monica remained composed as I lapped gently at her ever moistening folds. At one point I must have become overzealous as she aggressively fisted my hair and pulled me from her pussy. Shaking her head with a wry smile, she held me like that for a good minute until she let me continue gently massaging her pussy with my tongue and lips. It was surreal, as I was extremely nervous, yet avidly ate her sweet pussy, desiring more of her with each lick.

Monica's pussy was dense, but it was a scent that I wanted to carry around with me. Nothing pleased me more than eating her out during a lunch session and then carrying her scent in my nose for the rest of the day. All it took was a deep breath with my hand over my nose to capture the entirety of her sweet essence.

A few minutes later, Monica placed her hand over the receiver and "called out" loudly to me.

"Mark, Steve wants to talk to you."

My head shot up quickly to Monica shaking her head no again. Fisting my hair again, she shoved my face back between her legs, holding me there until I began to lick again.

"He's getting out of the hot tub right now. Give him a minute to towel off and he will be in a minute."

Monica proceeded to chit chat about her friends, daily activities, having people over, etc. All of it was quite superficial as she enjoyed my tongue on her luscious folds.

Placing a foot on my shoulder, she aggressively pushed me away with a knowing smile, stating, "Here he is dear."

Still smiling wickedly, she handed me the phone as I sat back. As I began talking to Steve, Monica deftly pulled down my shorts along with my boxers in one motion. Now, the tables had been turned.

"Mark, thank you for taking some extra time to spend at the house. I apologize for keeping you, but I wanted to speak to you about a few things that have come up."

Meanwhile, Monica's talented mouth was already engulfing my cock head, running her hand up from the base, encouraging pre-cum to leak out.

"No problem, uhhh, Mr. Jensen, uhh, I mean Steve. What's up?"

"Well, my business is growing by leaps and bounds, which is a good thing, but I will be stuck here in Seattle for the remainder of the summer."

"Okaaaayyyy, well, that's good, but it kind of sucks for you and Monica."

As I said sucks, Monica mischievously inhaled my cock deeply, making my gut constrict, holding my breath.

"Yes, yes, that is what I wanted to talk about. Listen, I know you are headed to college in about a month and a half, and you probably want to spend time with friends and all. I get that. But I was also hoping that you could spend a little more time at our place, even if it is just to stay over at night. I am not asking you to scrap your social life, but instead of heading home after you are out, you can just head to our place and stay there. It would make me so much more comfortable if Monica had someone in the house. It would put her and me at ease, and it would mean a healthy amount of money for you."

Pulling off of my cock, Monica was smiling up at me, the ravenous eyes staring at me as she stroked my cock slowly, working its length, manipulating my head, hearing exactly what her husband was saying. Then, she began licking my swollen head like it was an ice cream cone, twirling the copious amounts of precum still oozing from my manhood.

"Listen," he continued, "I have already talked to your father and he is going to smooth it over with your mother, as we know how overprotective your mom can be. But, it means the world to me if I knew that someone I know and trust is around the house even more, looking after my wife."

"Uhhh, well, sure, as long as my folks are good with it, then, yes, sure, I can do it. But, I just don't want to get in Mrs. Je, ummm, Monica's way either."

"Don't be silly. Trust me, after some time, you will be the one who wants some time away. She can be extremely needy at times. So, don't let her monopolize your time and take away from you fun this summer. Be polite, but firm with her if you have plans. But like I said, I appreciate it, and your salary is now doubled for the rest of the summer if you decide to accept."

"Whhhaaattt!!! Oh, fu, uh, oh that's great, thank you so much Mr. Jensen."

"Steve, Mark, call me Steve."

"Yes, okay, sorry, Steve, thank you so much Steve."

Suddenly, Monica engulfed my head, pushing down on my throbbing cock, sliding down its entire length. I covered the receiver as Steve was still talking, groaning slightly as the sparkling eyes of my lover glistened with happiness. My cock remained deep in her throat as she let it sit there, resting in its cocoon.

"Also, Mark, I need you to stay around the house a little more the rest of the week. Monica is coming out Wednesday and will return Sunday. So, I would appreciate it if you were around at night. You can have a lady over, but by no means any parties."

"Oh, no problem Steve, my pleasure."

"Great Mark, that is fantastic. Oh, and one last thing, could you take Monica to Newark airport on Wednesday and pick her up Sunday afternoon? You can take the BMW."

"Yes, sure, no problem, Steve"

"Great, let me speak to Monica again."

Meanwhile, Monica was deep throating me, saliva running down my cock, tears running from her eyes, as I tapped her shoulder. Holding the receiver away from me, I covered for her a bit, making like she was in the other room.

"Hey, Monica, Steve wants to talk to you again," I yelled.

The spry brunette hot wife jumped up, placing her ass firmly on my lap as she took the phone from me. Without a pause, she re-established her conversation with her husband. Simultaneously, she lifted up her hips, grabbed my cock and set her luscious pussy hovering above it. Once she was done initially talking, as her husband was "mansplaining" something to her, she eased down on my thick cock, shuddering as her hand covered the receiver to shade any impropriety.

So, there I sat, this hot, horny and sexy older woman grinding her gushing hole on me as she spoke to her husband 3000 miles away. After my fears had abated a bit, I began to push up into her at intermittent times, trying to elicit a yelp or moan from this crazy woman. To her credit, she internalized all reactions until they wrapped up the conversation.

"Yes, I love you too baby. I cannot wait to see you on Wednesday. Yes, yes, I will leave full instructions for Mark. Don't worry, he is in good hands. I love you, see you soon."

As soon as the receiver hit the cradle, all hell broke loose. Monica was possessed with need and desire with her fluids leaking down my shaft, creating a puddle on the sectional.

"Now,! I am going fuck you like you have never been fucked before. I am going to cum hard on this cock right now." She shouted, with fire in her eyes, a possessive lust that beguiled the demure beauty that she was.

Sliding her tight pussy down my shaft was always a glorious experience for me. From that first time I entered her, all the nerves, uncertainty, curiosity, and fears, it is always the same. The walls of her magnificent essence hugged my pulsing shaft as if protecting it and pleasing it all in one.

The coating of juices made it easy for her to impale herself fully. With her arms extended, bracing her hands against my stomach, Monica rode my cock from the tip of the head to the base, over and over again, working at a measured pace, building me and herself up again.

"Don't cum yet lover, hold it in, hold it in for me. The longer you wait, the better it will feel," she urged but with an overtone of a directive.

"AHHHHHHH, YES, MMMMMMMM, FUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK!!!! YESSSSSS!!!" she bellowed as the beautiful Mrs. Jensen came hard on my cock again and collapsed forward, my arms instinctively wrapping around her. Her heaving breaths continued as the aftershocks of her cumming hard again rippled through her body.

"Oh, my God Mark, you are such a good lover. You are still hard and you have not cum yet. I just love what you do to me."

Caressing her back, I replied, "Well, one part of that equation is about to change."

Lifting her off of me, I stood, taking her up with me. Pulling her into me, my right hand fisting and then curling her long brunette strands in my hand, I forced a kiss through the very essence of her being.

A bit shocked from the impact of this kiss, I guided the floating woman by her brown mane to the back of the sectional, bending her over so that her beautiful ass spread for me. Momentarily, I thought about taking her last piece of virginity, but even at my young age, I knew it was better for a woman to offer it than it be taken.

Instead, I nudged her legs a bit wider, her strong scent intensified with my deliberate treatment, as I lined my cock up directly with her flowing hole. She braced herself against the couch, expecting me to take her pussy violently, but I kept her off guard, making her pay for her subtle teasing and denial of me today.

My thick cock head slid up and back along her slit. Monica began to moan and push back slightly as it touched her nub. She even tried to reach back, desperate to regain a modicum of control by guiding my cock into her already needy hole.

THWACK!

"AHHHHH!! Fuck, what was that for?"

THWACK!

"Mark, what the fuck?"

THWACK!

"UUUHHHHHGGGG!"

"Are you ready to be a good girl, now?"

"Uh, yeh, yeh, I just want your cock in me."

THWACK! THWACK!

"OWWWW! MARK, THAT REALLY HURTS!"

Her protests were loud and they were real, but the one reassuring detail was that she was grinding her crotch harder and harder into the couch after each swat to her ass.

"Well, then I think you should start behaving like a good girl and let me feed you my cock when I decide I want to."

Fisting her hair, I turned her head to me, looking deeply into her eyes. Wondering if I would see a pissed off lover, I saw only lust, brimming from her, overflowing with need and excitement.

I kissed her deeply, feeling her writhe beneath me, her need apparent, her sexuality and lust, neglected for so long. She was on full tilt each day, and with each new wrinkle we added, it only increased the passion and pleasure.

"I will be balls deep inside you soon my dear, but I certainly like playing with your body, the body you denied me the entire day today and the one I only have for two more days until you leave me again. So, be a good girl and let me enjoy it."

No reply, just a whimper and a gesture of resignation as she slumped back over the couch, waiting impatiently for my cock to stretch her hole again.

I rubbed my cock up and down her slit another ten times before lining up my head with her soaked hole. Then, nothing.

"Please."

"Huh, please what my dear? What do you want?"

"I need you Mark. I need your thick cock deep inside me. Please."

"So, what did you expect me to do at lunch today? What about after work? No communication, no word, just a kiss and goodbye? You are a very naughty woman, Monica, looking all sexy, playing with my emotions. Don't you know that I am a very impressionable young man? Inexperienced, uncertain, wanting to do a good job, yet, you shunned me. What was I to think?"

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The first time I touched Monica Jensen, I was a boy. My idea of how to please a woman was entirely misguided. She was so much different than any of the girls that I slept with. Believe me, I have been with some extremely hot girls, the cheerleading captain, the prom queen, and the lead thespian, and they were all great experiences. But, touching Monica in an intimate manner was revolutionary.

She came into my shop as I was finishing for the day, beer in hand, short summer dress, and a curious look in her eyes that intrigued me. She gave me the beer, we chatted, and she played innocently along. Once the shop was tidied, she informed me that she needed a hand with a minor plumbing issue.

After turning on the water feed underneath the bathroom sink, I stood, turning, only to run smack dab into a firm bodied Mrs. Jensen. I stuttered through an apology as she kept her toned body cemented to mine. Looking up with hungry eyes, she said, "Mark, you know I turned off that feed."

Overwhelmed and concerned with the direction of this encounter, I gulped right before I felt the sweetest lips engulf mine. She kissed me deeply and I caved, pulling her to me, relishing her smell, taste, and feel. I was kissing an actual woman not a silly school girl, and the course of my life would never be the same.

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I rubbed my stiff rod up and down her slit rapidly, using her juices to lubricate my thick shaft. I continued to tease her, enjoying the site of her needy hips pushing forward, begging my cock to enter her.

"Uh, uhh, uhhhh, my dear, be patient," I taunted.

Then, aligning my cock with her tight married pussy, I pushed my head and another inch inside.

"MMMMMMMMMM" was my lover's reply as my cock began the splendid task of stretching her glistening hole, needing to accommodate my cock, its firmness destined to burrow deep into her snug and inviting sex.

Pulling back a bit, I then pushed two more inches into her, giving her half of my cock, letting her tight pussy adjust to the thickness as well as working her slowly, both teasing and enticing her further.

Monica's hips moved in desperation to receive more of my cock, but she was only treated to half. Once she had calmed a bit, her insistence abated some, I pulled almost completely out and then drove the entirety of my shaft into her, bottoming out, pelvis to pelvis. The look on my lover's face as she shuddered from the intrusion was priceless. It was always a sense of pride that my cock did find virgin territory in her married pussy, forging a deeper path, filling her greater than any previous lover. The look on her lustfully contented face was powerful.

Monica's legs wrapped around my waist while I remained lodged deep inside of her. Unconsciously, she loosened her grip as she felt my hips move slowly back until just my head was in her. Pushing back in slowly, her frustrated groan led me to smile proudly. Continuing the slow torment over and over again was exquisite. I was manipulating my mature lover with my cock, keeping her on edge as I contentedly embraced the feel of her tight pussy gripping my cock, aching for more. After a couple minutes, Monica was fisting the cushions on the couch, trying to contain her frustration of need.

Pulling all but my head back again, I asked, "What do you need Monica?"

"I, I need you."

"You have me. Here I am pushing my cock deep and fully inside of you. Isn't that what you wanted?"

"No, uh, I mean, yes, I want your cock deep inside of me, but, I need, uhhhhh, I need..."

I loved the distressed look of shame mixed with extreme need. My hot 42 year old married lover was struggling with verbalizing her needs. Her upbringing, years of devotion in her marriage, and general decorum made it difficult for her to communicate her primal needs. So, I kept the slow grind moving forward, gently prodding her with the same type of leading questions.

Finally, a few more minutes of her feeling my thick cock stretch her slowly, building more and more need, she broke.

"I need you to fuck me! FUCK ME HARD!!!! POUND ME WITH YOUR BIG, THICK COCK!!!! I NEED TO FEEL YOU USE MY PUSSY HARD!!!!! I NEED TO CUM HARD ON THAT BEAUTIFUL COCK OF YOURS!!!! JUST FUCK ME, MARK!! PLEASE, FUCK ME!"

I thrust the entirety of my cock back into her, bottoming out, only to pull immediately back and repeat, over and over again. My hips slapped at the back of her legs as I jackhammered my lover quickly, hard, and with my full length.

Within a minute, a frustrated Monica was wailing, cumming hard on my cock. Her fingernails were embedded in my back, marking their territory, etching her passions into her man as I continued to piston into her gloriously tight and slick pussy.

Once her whimpers from cumming slowed, so did I, gliding my shaft at a slower pace, never stopping, but not gaining speed, just maintaining a nice rhythm to enable my lover to recover a bit. I worked Monica through two more orgasms that way, knowing I had lasted longer inside her sweet pussy than any other man.

On my fourth increase of speed, my balls were immediately tingling, churning a nice full load for this once demure, proper housewife turned insatiable lover. As I pumped into her, she somehow had energy to thrust her hips back, creating a slapping sound, creating a more primal encounter.

"That's it baby, yes, give me your load. Fill me up with your cum. I want your load inside of me, filling me, claiming this pussy as yours. Take it, claim it, fill it lover. YES, THAT'S IT! YES! MMMMMMMM!!! YESSSSS!!!!!" Monica encouraged and then lost herself in a mutual orgasm.

Grunting loudly, a groan came from deep in me as I began to fill my wanton lover, with each stroke another strong jet of cum shot deep inside her pussy. Our synchronized orgasms had become commonplace by now, but the raw emotion and physical pleasure we shared never diminished.

With a final thrust, my balls emptied, and I eased down into the arms of my lover. Her legs loosened their death grip, allowing me to lean down on her and then turn to the side. Remarkably, Monica rolled with me so my semi-rigid cock stayed inside her.

"Let's keep my cock where it belongs a little longer," she stated with an impish grin.

"Your cock? Hmmmm. I do like the sound of that."

We kissed like teenagers, deeply, soulful, exploring and learning about the nuances each other as we kissed. And, ironically, one of us was a teenager, but, for now, so was my lover, as the youthful vigor that she had assumed these last few weeks created an even sexier version of Monica Jensen.

Reluctantly pulling back, my cock slipped from her glorious hole with a pop. We stared at each other for a bit until I broke the trance. "I should be getting back home and hear what mom says. With dad's support and Steve calling also, she should be good with me staying here and making more money."

Monica remained naked, remnants of our combined juices leaking down her legs as she helped me dress. It was surreal to see the woman of my early teen fantasies now fully claimed as my girlfriend. I kissed her deeply again, enjoying her soft touch and vulnerable vibe. Then, I left to go face mom.

Things went remarkably easily with my parents, almost too easy, as if they were a bit happy to have me out of the house. Who was I to argue with their compliance, so I packed two suitcases of clothes and took a spare room in the main house the next morning.

Monica and I spent Tuesday the same as most days, but now the extended sex session took place after dinner and lasted until early morning. Sleeping with Monica for the second time was glorious. One time, I rolled over, hard as a rock, went down on her to arouse and prep her, and then we fucked ourselves to sleep.

The next assault was the feel of a soft, pointy tongue running itself up the length of my cock. Again, we fucked ourselves to sleep. The best thing was that her flight did not leave until noon, so we took our time in the morning, made love, stopped at a diner for breakfast, and I had her checking in at Newark International Airport at 10:45.

I watched Monica's plane lift off and then headed back home, well, to the Jensen's. It was odd being in the large house alone and I could only imagine the depths of Monica's loneliness immediately following her discovery of Steve's infidelity. It was a feeling she carried with her for a little over two weeks. Each day must have felt like an eternity. The idea that the love of her life was cheating with a significantly younger lover would have broken weaker women. But, I had quickly learned that Monica was far from weak. She may have been "just a housewife," but the depths of her strength were only just being revealed to me. So, even though it was unreal to me, the fact that she initiated a romance with her much younger man spoke more to the depth of her confidence and strength rather than an inherent weakness.

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Our lips were locked together, Mrs. Jensen's scantily clad body pressed against mine. As I was looking underneath the sink, she had removed her standard sundress, sporting a lacy black bra and matching thong. My hands instinctively grabbed her ass cheeks, firmly massaging them as she moaned into my mouth, the tension of her marital situation seemingly escaping her with each moan as we embraced.

We broke the kiss and I began to feebly protest, "Mrs. J, Mrs., uh, we can't, uhhh, you, you're married, uh, mam..."

Quickly, Monica's right hand grabbed my face, squeezing my cheeks together. "If you ever call me mam ever again, I will cut off your balls."

My dumbfounded look must have been priceless. Not only did her terse response knock me off balance, but my feeble attempt at a protest must have amused her because as I stood there shocked, she was already unbuttoning my jeans.

"Hmmmmm, what do we have here?" she asked as my jeans dropped and my growing cock was moving in my boxers.

"Listen, Mark, we are doing this. I am married, yes. My husband cheated, yes. And you know about it. You are a good looking young man. I trust you. And, I know that we can keep this between the two of us. So, unless you think that I am too old or not attractive enough, let's get your boxers off."

Emboldened by her determination, I smiled as I dropped my boxers, taking my time with my socks as well, ensuring she got a good look at the prize between my legs.

"So, will this do?" I asked a bit sarcastically.

Wide eyed, the open mouthed housewife nodded in the affirmative. Now, it was her turn to be taken a bit aback. As she stared, open mouthed, I pulled her up to me by her ass cheeks and her mouth met mine while her legs wrapped around my waist.

"UUhhhh, umm, Mark?"

"Yes???" I questioned, taken back by her concerned tone. Was she going to back out on me now? After she got me so worked up? After I overcame my insecurity with the situation? NOW? REALLY?

"Well, ummm, well,"

I stopped, pulling back from her a bit to look her in the eyes.

"Ummmm, well, Steve is, well..." Yep, here it was, she is going to back out, FUCK!!!!

"Well, Steve is not too big, and you, well, you're big."

PHWEW!!!

Although I knew exactly what she was talking about, I had to egg her on now. So, I played dumb. "Well, Steve is older and doesn't work out too much, but he is still a big guy; he is taller than me."

Punching me in the shoulder, she rolled her eyes, giggled, and buried her head into my shoulder. "Just bring me to bed and fuck me. Just please be gentle."

"Don't worry Monica. You will enjoy this big cock tremendously."

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I wasn't dating anyone steady at the time and certainly would not have time for a girlfriend with my current circumstances, but Steve's conversation kept playing over in my head.

"No parties when you are watching the house, but if you want to invite a young lady over, then be my guest. Just don't tell Monica and for God sakes, don't think about going into our bedroom. Monica would castrate us both if she knew you were in her bed."

Chuckling at the irony of the statement, I called a casual FWB to see if she wanted to hang out. I left a message with her mother and the next day Lisa called. Lisa was in and out of a relationship with a mutual friend and we would hook up whenever we were both free and horny. She was a bit of a tomboy, jet black hair, blue eyes, a quick wit, and that all important sweet looking ass.

I told her I was working until five, but that she could come over earlier, use the pool and hot tub if she wanted, or just sunbathe. She had seen the Jensen's home because she had picked me up from work a few times last year when I was having issues with my truck. So, she readily agreed to come live the high life.

Done with work, I jumped in the pool house shower, called for a pizza, and joined Lisa in the hot tub, beers in hand, relaxing. We chilled, bantered, and just had a good time with each other. The pizza came, so we set up camp in front of the television. Lisa had rented two video tapes from Blockbuster, so we hunkered down on the sectional and began watching. I endured "Sophie's Choice" in order to get to "First Blood."

About halfway through Stallone's movie, I recognized the familiar hand of my good friend on my shorts.

"Uh, Lisa, what are you doing?" I asked in a faux protest.

"Shut up and pull down those shorts. I love spending time with you Mark, but if you think I am passing on that thick cock when Jeff and I are not together, you are fucking nuts."

Don't get me wrong. It was great. Watching all 5' 3" of her first slobbering all over my cock like a woman possessed was amazing. Then, much to my protests, she mounted me, knowing how to expertly work my thick cock into her nice, tight hole. We had been fucking on and off for two and a half years and it never got old. Watching her long curly black hair cascade a third of the way down her back, as she arched her A cup breasts towards my face is an image forever etched in my mind.

Lisa was the first girl to ride my cock. In fact, she took my virginity much in the same casual manner that we ended up together tonight. With her hands on my shoulders, she began riding up and down my pole while gyrating her hips in a circular manner. She was a flexible marvel who only until recently, was the best fuck of my life.

And therein was the problem. Lisa and I had a connection and always would. We were always there for each other emotionally, physically, and sexually, but as we fucked on that sectional, my mind drifted to the 42 year old 3000 miles away.

Lisa stayed over for three nights and we fucked almost everywhere possible, but we did not use Monica's bed. We enjoyed each other as we always do, but I was still anxious to see my lover again.

Monica's flight was to arrive at 3:30, but I was there at 3:00, anxiously waiting for the return of my married lover. Then, there she was in the ever present sun dress. She was breathtaking as her brunette locks cascaded past her shoulders, outlining her beautifully inviting face, her floral pattern dress hugged her toned body perfectly, accenting her ass to perfection.

But, it was more than physical. Her presence, confidence, and approachability was evident as she sauntered through the throngs of people, looking more like she was taking a walk in secluded woods instead of navigating Newark airport's density.

"Hello Mrs. Jensen," I said respectfully, holding back with every ounce of my being not to pull her to me and kiss her.

For her part, she giggled with bright eyes, "Hello, Mark, thank you for picking me up from the airport on the weekend. This is probably a big inconvenience, but I will make it up to you."

It was an eternity waiting for her bags, my need for her growing exponentially by the minute; but, somehow I survived and we were in the car and headed back home by four. Once in the car, we drove the main loop towards the exit of the airport, her hand on the inside of my right thigh, gently rubbing. I began to pull over to the side of the road before we hit the highway.

"Uhhhh, what are you doing Mark?" Monica questioned as she stared blankly at me.

"I was going to pull over, so I can properly greet you."

"No, that won't be necessary," she said tersely. "Just drive."

I smiled at her, but her lips remained firmly straight, eyeing me with willful intent. This is not how I imagined her return. It alarmed me. Maybe her trip went really well. Maybe she and Steven were going to reconcile things, go to therapy, repair the broken relationship. Maybe, I was a distraction for her and now she was ready to get back to her storybook life.

There was no heavy traffic on 78, 287, or 80. It was a quick ride, with some banal chit chat along the way. Still her hand remained on my inner thigh, but I was too insecure to even understand what that meant.

The automatic door to the garage opened as I pulled in, parking the car and turning off the engine. With the engine off, Monica patted my thigh in a slightly dismissive manner before instructing me.

"Give me fifteen minutes and then bring my bags to the bedroom. I want a little time to decompress. Also, we have a lot to talk about."

There it was. We need to talk. I had heard those words before, Lisa, Heather, Jennifer, you name it, I had heard the phrase. It was never really good. Most of the time it was not as awful as it seemed, but it was never good. No doubt, I would be spending my nights in the guest bedroom.

Monica's bedroom door was closed as I heard her on the phone with Steven. I eavesdropped on their conversation, making plans for the remainder of the summer and into the fall, she ended with "I love you too."

I waited another minute before I knocked softly on the door.

"Come in," the gentle voice of my seemingly former lover said invitingly. Opening the door, I spied Monica sitting at her vanity in her full length robe, unconsciously combing her beautiful brunette, shoulder length hair.

"Please place my bags in the walk-in closet."

She continued to address her silky locks as I exited the closet. Staring intently at herself, a curled lip of satisfaction was the only hint of emotion.

"Mark, we need to talk and it would be better if you were sitting down."

"Uh, okay, uh Mo, Monica," my stomach churned, expecting "the talk" and for me to be relegated to lawn maintenance only again.

"So, Steven and I had a lovely time. We got along better than we have in quite a while. He was attentive, kind, and sweet. Coincidentally, his PA was in Texas for a wedding of one of her sorority sisters, so she was not a nuisance. He cleared most of his schedule for us and we spent time together. It was really, really nice."

Even though each positive word about her trip was a small dagger in my soul, I was also happy for her. Monica Jensen was truly a good person. Her generosity in the community exceeded the substantial monetary donations. No she was a boots on the ground individual who never acted above even the most menial task in support of a cause. So, the fact that her troubled marriage could potentially be mended was a good thing.

"Mark, Mark!" she snapped her fingers to arouse me from my drifting thoughts. "So, I did have some time, though, to myself. So, I went shopping."

Monica stood up, opening her robe and letting it drop to the floor. My fucking jaw dropped to the ground. My girlfriend was back!!!!!!

Monica Jensen was clad in an embroidered light purple floral lingerie set. She exuded all woman. The fabric hugged her body perfectly, lifting her breasts to form an enticing cleavage, the silky fold of her panties covered her succulent essence, and most of all, the way the garter straps rode down the side of her legs to her white stockings highlighted her perfect ass.

I was paralyzed. Sitting in the chair, mouth agape, eyes wide, not able to move or say a thing.

Monica smiled broadly at my reaction, slightly blushing as her eyes sparkled with satisfaction and lust. Walking toward me, she pulled me up from the chair by both hands, quickly unbuckling my shorts, pulling them down with my boxers while pushing me back down in the chair. As she took off my socks and work boots, I lifted my shirt over my head.

"Now, sit down and be a good boy, because I need to ride that thing," she insisted as she greedily grabbed my shaft, having discarded her underwear already, and mounted me. She was soaking wet, and she slid down my cock with only pausing twice.

"MMMMMMM, yes, it is good to be back home. Baby, I missed you so much. And I have been thinking about this the entire time away from you. Five days with Steven only reinforced how much I had been missing in my sex life."

With her hands pressed on my shoulders and my cock lodged completely inside of her, Monica leaned down and we finally kissed for the first time since she had come back. It was electric, overwhelmingly erotic and emotional for me and when my lover pulled back from me, the wetness in the corner of her eyes informed me she felt the same.

I let her ride me. It was not a torrid fuck like I had imagined. No, it was tender, yet primal. It was loving, yet firm and demanding. My older lover took over, possessing my cock as her own, using it to touch herself deeply, grasping onto those sensations that she had lost so long ago only to have rediscovered them with a man less than half her age.

This was a combination of lovemaking and carnal, primal sex. There were no words exchanged. Each moan, caress, bite, lick, and kiss created a dialogue far more powerful than the spoken language.

Her first orgasm came quickly and its powerful force surprised both of us. She was riding me at a medium pace, ensuring she traveled the entirety of my thick cock when suddenly she began to shudder, shaking uncontrollably, as I held her tight, fully buried deep inside of her, her pussy walls gripped and pulsated on my cock. This beautiful woman was shuddering and convulsing on my cock for a good two minutes with very little sound but a low guttural groan as she buried her head into the crook of my neck, creating a large hickey as her mouth sucked hard.

After a minor pause, she began again. This time it was more relentless, purposeful, entirely possessing my cock. With her hands on my shoulders, long brown hair falling in front of her face giving me intermittent glimpses of her amazing beauty, she rode my cock forcefully, our skin slapping together as she bottomed out on my manhood.

"UHHHH, UHHHH, UHHHHH, UHHHHHHHH!!!!!" she uttered as another orgasm took her. This one was shorter in length, but she expelled a copious amount of fluids which enabled her stretched pussy to continue its assault on my cock without any discomfort.

She rode me to two more orgasms, each one, strong, intense, but quick. As she recovered from the fourth orgasm, I placed my hands under her ass, lifted her up, and brought her over to the bed.

Her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist as I began to push my rigid cock deep inside this sensual woman. Now, I was possessing her, taking her pussy as my own, and she was only too receptive to let me.

I pounded her pussy for roughly ten minutes, holding back my inevitable flood of cum. Panting, moaning, sucking on her breasts, kissing her, each thrust fusing us together more and more. I felt her close again, indicated by her teeth sunken into my shoulder, biting down as my cock bounced off of her cervix.

With my hands on her hips, driving our flesh together, her orgasm came, releasing a rush of fluids as she squirted on my pulsing cock, prompting me to fire rope after rope of cum, deep inside of her.

Collapsing to her right side, the slurry of juices from her gaping pussy rushed down her ass crack to the bed, my own cock still half hard and leaking residual cum, we sighed simultaneously. After a few more moments of heaving breath in post orgasmic bliss, she finally spoke.

"Oh, Mark, good talk."