The Boss's Wife

THE BOSS'S WIFE

CHAPTER 1

I started working for a trucking company about 2 years ago. I drive a forklift and load and unload trucks at the dock. My name is Joseph. I am 33, fairly tall, about 6 foot, and I weigh 200 lbs. I have dark wavy hair that I wear longish but not down to my shoulders. I usually have a stubble on my face. I've seen other men with just a trace of stubble and I thought it looked kind of rugged and masculine so I started leaving mine like that. I just run a beard trimmer over it and don't shave. Anyway, women seem to like the look, too. I do okay with the ladies. I'm no Romeo or anything but I usually have a girlfriend, but never a serious one. Yet. But I hope to someday.

My boss is Jeremiah Billings. He's a couple of years older than me. He's a good boss and treats all of the guys under him with respect. We all take lunch together and usually sit outside if the weather's nice and shoot the shit. He and I found out we have a lot in common. We both love to hunt, fish, work on old cars, watch football, go to Nascar races, and party. All the regular guy stuff. When he found out I have a 76 Nova and I found out he and his wife have a 78 Cutlass, we became good friends. We both love old cars and would like to have ones even older but can't afford them. So we eventually started hanging out together at lunch, then doing some of the things together that I mentioned earlier. He started inviting me over to his house on weekends sometimes. To work on one of our cars, shoot pool, or sometimes me and my girlfriend and he and his wife would play cards and have a few drinks. His wife is a German girl he met when he was stationed in Germany in the service. Her name is Adele. They got married and she moved here with him when he was discharged. They have 2 kids, Tommy, 11, Rosie, 9. Adele is about my age, very attractive, and very friendly. She learned English and speaks it fluently. She has blonde hair that she keeps shoulder length, and a very nice figure. Maybe a few extra pounds, mostly in the hips, I assume from giving birth. But far from fat by any stretch of the imagination. Definitely what I'd consider a MILF. Jeremiah had told me in the past that she had breast implants. So she has big breasts and a big butt. Quite a nice package.

Adele likes to dress nice. I never saw her in sweatpants, or what I call pajamas like you see people wearing out in public these days. She always wears slacks and a blouse. Or a skirt and blouse, or a dress. Or shorts and a blouse. Sometimes the skirt or dress was short to show her nice legs, other times it may be knee length. Depending on her mood, or where she was going, her attire may be sexy and provocative, or it may be classy, or it may be casual.

CHAPTER 2

One time when I was at their house with my girlfriend, Vivian, and we were partying, Jeremiah said, "Listen. Adele gets a little frisky when she's drinking, if you know what I mean. So I gotta go take care of business. You're welcome to stay if you want but we're gonna go to the bedroom. Sorry."

"Hey. No problem. You don't want to disappoint the missus. We'll just be on our way." This same thing happened on several occasions. Any time we were drinking their kids were sleeping over at a friend's or at their grandparents, which only happened about once a month. I could always tell when Adele was getting 'in the mood'. It didn't take much. Maybe 2 mixed drinks, or 3 or 4 glasses of wine, or 4 or 5 beers, depending on what we were drinking. When she got a little tipsy she became pretty playful with Jeremiah. She would sit on his lap, kiss him a lot more, or stand behind his chair and rub her tits against the back of his head. If he was standing she would stand in front of him and press her ass back against him, or reach down and squeeze his cock if she thought no one was looking. When she started doing these things I knew it was time to go. Although there were a couple of times that I stayed if we were watching a movie or something. Or if Vivian and I and they were playing pool, we'd stay and finish and they'd go to their bedroom and we let ourselves out when the movie or game was over. Usually when the kids were gone and we were partying Adele dressed sexily as she knew what was going to happen later.

Jeremiah usually apologized the next day at work or called if it was the weekend. I always told him, "No need to apologize. If I had a hot woman like Adele wanting me I'd do the same thing. No way in hell I'd say no. You'd have to be an idiot, or gay, to turn her down. And if you did I'd disown you as a friend."

There were several occasions when I was there, and we were partying, and Adele was wearing her sexy clothes, that I had lustful thoughts about her. I thought Jeremiah was a lucky man to have such a hot wife. And knowing that he was going to be fucking her later made me wish I was in his shoes. I know they both caught me a few times staring at her when she dressed sexily. She usually just smiled and sometimes winked. Jeremiah would give me a fake angry glare. I think he liked it that other men were jealous of him.

CHAPTER 3

One Friday night I was at Jeremiah and Adele's house. We had all planned on going to a party at another friend's house. But Vivian got a call that her grandfather took a turn for the worse and she went to see him. I offered to go with her but she said she might stay a few days so I should stay here. So it was just going to be the 3 of us. I got there about 7:00 PM after having supper and showering. They had also eaten and showered. Adele was wearing a short red leather skirt and a black semi-transparent top. I could see a black bra under her top. She also wore black fishnet stockings and a pair of black shoes. Very sexy. They each had a mixed drink and we shared a joint. I knew she planned on getting about half drunk and fucking Jeremiah's brains out. He had told me she was pretty wild in the sack when she had a few drinks. I had asked for details but he wouldn't say.

Just as we were getting ready to leave Jeremiah's cell rang. "Shit," he said. "It's work. This can't be good." He talked for a few minutes, then said, "Sorry, Hon. I gotta go. You remember Hank? One of the drivers? I think you met him once or twice." When she said she did he said, "Well, he's been in an accident. Wrecked his truck over in Hampton. He's in the hospital. Anyway, I gotta go help get the mess cleaned up on the interstate and get it loaded on another truck to get it to New York. Shouldn't take but a couple hours. I'm sorry."

She said, "It's okay. You go do what you gotta do. I hope Hank's okay. Do you know how he is?"

"They said it wasn't serious. Scrapes and bumps mostly. Probably a concussion. They said they want to keep him overnight and he could probably go home tomorrow."

"Oh good. I hate that you have to go out on a Friday night, but I understand."

"Thanks, Hon. Joseph, I'm sorry to run out on you, too. But I have to do this. I don't have a choice."

"Hey. No problem. You gotta do what you gotta do. Is there anything you need me to do?"

"No. But thanks. I'll call you tomorrow and fill you in."

"Okay. Thanks."

He left and I said, "Well. I guess I should head on out. Maybe I'll go down to the game room and shoot some pool."

"Why don't you just stay here and play? Jeremiah already ran out on me. Don't you leave me here all alone. I was all set to party and already got a slight buzz going. I don't want to just stop."

"Well. Okay. I guess. I mean, I'm all for continuing to party. I just didn't think you'd want to with Jeremiah gone."

"Oh yeah. The kids are gone to their grandparents and it's party time. And it's not much fun to party alone. You don't have to stay if you don't want to. Since Jeremiah's gone, I mean. But, if you want, we can still play pool and have another drink or two. I don't get this opportunity that often and I don't want to waste it."

"Yeah. Sounds good."

I got another beer and Adele mixed another drink. We racked the balls and started playing. I broke and a solid ball went in the corner pocket. I missed the next shot and Adele made one in the side pocket. She came around to the end of the table where I was standing and leaned over to line up her next shot. She missed and it was my turn again. I put a solid ball in the corner pocket but scratched. She walked around the table looking for her best shot. She chose one from the end again and had to practically lay on the table to get to the cue ball. I was behind her taking in the sight of her legs and ass on display in this position. Her skirt hiked up enough that I saw that she was wearing black panties under that red skirt. And her fishnet stockings were pantyhose. She made the shot but missed the next one. I made 2 shots on my next turn. Adele is actually a pretty decent pool player and she made 3 on her next turn. We went back and forth, sometimes getting one or two, sometimes missing. She beat me in the end.

We took a break to get another drink and take a bong hit. Adele said she should probably just have a beer now since she'd already had 2 mixed drinks. And we looked through the cd's and picked out an Eric Clapton one, and an AC/DC. We just chilled for a little bit before starting another game. I can drink quite a bit before it hits me, but Adele is not a heavy drinker. I mentioned earlier that usually 2 mixed drinks had her in the mood and that was when she'd start putting the moves on her hubby. I could tell she was feeling pretty high now and thought, 'this is where she would normally start seducing Jeremiah.' Then I wondered what she does when she's drinking and gets horny without Jeremiah around. But maybe she don't normally drink when he's not home. So no problem. Except now, but I expect she has a toy or two to help out in such situations.

We were sitting on the couch in the family room in the basement. We were kicked back with our feet up on the coffee table listening to Clapton's Wonderful Tonight. And feeling mellow. She had her head laid back on the back of the couch and her eyes closed. I took the opportunity to take in her beauty. Her legs in those fishnet hose looked long and inviting. And her ample breasts looked like little mountains pushing against her tight top. She had kicked her shoes off. She slid down on the couch causing her skirt to push up and show more of her legs, to my delight. I chastised myself for lusting after my boss's wife like this. But I am a red blooded man after all, and that's what we do.

"Okay," she said, sitting up straight, "ready to get beat again?"

"Not a chance," I said. "I let you win last time. You know, being a girl and all," I teased.

She punched me on the arm. "Yeah. Right. I beat you bad, and you know it. And I'll beat you again. 2 out of 3?"

"You're on. You're going down." 'On me, I wish,' I thought.

But I kept that to myself.

I did win the next game. Not by much, but she scratched on her last shot and that gave me the opportunity to step in and win. I had had 6 beers at this point and she was on her second beer on top of 2 mixed drinks. This was in a period of 3 hours so neither of us was drunk but we had a decent buzz. Jeremiah called and told Adele he was sorry but it was taking a whole lot longer than anticipated so she shouldn't wait up for him. He said he probably wouldn't make it home until 1 or 2.

We started our tie breaker game. I broke since I won the last game. I didn't make any balls on the break so she got her choice and sank a solid. Then another one. She missed her next shot because the cue ball was in a really bad spot. I made 2 balls then missed my next one. I don't know if she started trying to play dirty then or if she was getting drunk and flirty. But she was distracting me pretty badly. She leaned over against my back as I was lining up a shot and said, "I don't know. That don't look very promising." I missed the shot. She leaned way over the table in front of me for her next shot, and stuck one leg straight out behind her in the air. I had a clear view up her skirt. She made the shot, blew me an air kiss, and said, "Told you I was going to beat you."

"It ain't over yet."

She missed then and I stepped up to line up my shot. She crouched down across the table from me with her tits resting on the edge. She smiled and winked and said, "You can't make that," and caused me to miss. I stood and she walked around the table looking for her next shot. When she stepped in front of me she stopped and leaned over to look at the table, causing her ass to press against my cock. I knew I should step back, but I didn't. She eyed the shot for a second then moved to the end of the table and sank 2 balls. When my turn came I leaned over, eyeballing the table. She stood beside me and leaned over also, and said, "I think I'd go for that one." I turned my head and looked at her and was aware of her hips touching mine and the smell of her perfume. I was also aware of the growing erection in my pants. Her flirting and teasing was having an effect on me and my game. I don't know if it was her intention to throw me off of my game but that's what it was doing. This continued and she beat me by 3 balls. "Told you I'd beat you," she said.

"Okay. I give. But I won't say you're a better player, because you cheated."

"What are you talking about? I didn't cheat!"

"You know what I'm talking about. Acting all sexy and stuff. Winking, rubbing up against me. You distracted me and made me lose."

"I did not! I beat you fair and square," she said with mock indignity.

"Okay. If that's the story you want to tell."

"Well, it's true."

"Okay. I bow to your superior skills. You are the champion."

"Damn right I am. Now. Let's have another beer and relax."

"Sounds like a plan."

We both popped open another beer, changed the cd to a mix of 70's hits, and she said, "Oooh, I love this song. Let's dance." It was a slow song by The Righteous Brothers.

Now, I'm not much of a dancer, but she's pretty persuasive and talked me into it. I put my arms around her waist and started swaying to the music. She put her arms over my shoulders and looked at my face and said, "Thanks for keeping me company. This is nice."

"Yeah. It is nice. I've enjoyed it." She dropped her arms and put them around my back and laid her head on my shoulder and we danced. The next song was a much faster one and I am not a dancer. I can sway to the slow stuff but that's about it. So I sat this one out and watched her. She looked very sexy dancing. She swayed her hips, shook her ass, put her hands behind her head and gyrated like a go-go dancer from the 60's. All in all she put on a very good show. By the time the song ended her hair was all in disarray and she was sweating. She came over and plopped down on the couch.

"Damn," she said, "I must be out of shape."

"Your shape looks pretty damned good to me."

She punched me on the arm again. "Behave."

"Sorry."

We sat and drank our beer and talked. Then another song came on that she wanted to dance to. It was a fast one that I can't dance to but she pulled me up and made me. I pretty much just moved around a little bit and watched her. Then thankfully a slow one was next. "Now this I can do," I said. She stepped up close and put her arms around my back and I put mine around hers. She laid her head on my shoulder and we danced. She rubbed her breasts against my chest and moved her pelvis around on my groin. I already knew Jeremiah was right when he said she gets frisky when she drinks, and this confirmed it. Being a little buzzed I guess I lost all rational thought. As I felt her breasts against my chest and her pelvis against my groin I got a little turned on. I dropped one of my hands from her waist to the upper swell of her ass. Then lower when I got no rebuff. I didn't do anything with it, just held it there. Then ever so slightly moved it around a little. Then some more. It was over her skirt but still, it felt really good. Pretty soon I was rubbing all over her ass. She didn't say anything. The song ended and we pulled apart. When the next one started I asked if she wanted to dance again.

"I don't get to dance very often. So yeah. If you're willing, I am too."

This time while we held each other and danced I again put my hand on her ass. I gently squeezed a cheek after just rubbing a little. I worked my other hand in between us and cautiously touched a breast. When she didn't do anything I continued and eventually was cupping and squeezing it. I heard a sigh from her head on my shoulder. The song ended too soon and the next one was too fast to dance to. So we sat back down. She put a hand on my leg and said, "You said you can't dance. But you do okay. You're not bad."

"Yeah. I can do the slow ones, just not the faster ones. But you're great. I love watching you." And I put my hand on her leg, just below the hem of her skirt. She had not left her hand on my leg but I left mine on hers. As we talked I started moving my fingers a little bit. Lightly stroking. Then a little more. Moving between her knee and the hem of her skirt. She looked down at my hand on her leg then at my face. She said, "I should probably be getting to bed. It's going on midnight."

'Damn!', I thought. 'She came to her senses. But I'm sure it's a good thing. Before it went too far.'

"Oh. I didn't realize it was that late. Yeah. I'll head on home then. Thank you for a delightful evening."

"Sure. Thank you for keeping me company. I hate to drink alone. By the way, I didn't mention to Jeremiah when he called that you were here. He tends to get a little jealous sometimes."

"I don't blame him. I would too, if I had a wife as beautiful as you."

"Oh bullshit. But thank you."

"Don't worry, I won't mention it to him."

"Goodnight."

"See you soon."

CHAPTER 4

Over the next 3 months things were the way they had been. Vivian and I and Jeremiah and Adele hung out together, went out to eat, bowling, movies, partying, the stuff we had always done together. Neither Adele nor I ever mentioned the thing about me copping a feel. Although occasionally she did give me a sly grin or a wink when she caught me looking at her. And once I was in their kitchen mixing myself and Vivian a drink and she came in to get something and leaned against me as she was reaching for it. "Sorry." she said. "But I'm pretty sure you don't mind. Do you?"

"No. Not at all."

She winked and gave me a sexy smile and went about her business. The little tease.

Then one Saturday in May I needed to borrow a tool from Jeremiah. I called him and asked if I could borrow it and he said, "Of course. I'm not home but you know the cabinet where I keep that type of stuff in the garage. Just go on in and get it. Just let Adele know you're there so she don't think there's an intruder in the garage and call the cops."

"Thanks. Where are you? Not that it's any of my business."

"I'm in Gaston helping my Dad. He's having car problems and I came up to see if I could help. He can't really afford to pay shop prices. Who can?"

"No shit. Well, good luck. And thanks. I'll bring it back when I'm done."

"Just hang onto it until you come over again. I won't be needing it any time soon."

"Okay. Will do. See you."

I went over and rang the doorbell. Adele answered and was surprised to see me. I told I came to borrow a tool. That I had talked to Jeremiah and he said to just go in the garage and get it. "Sure. Help yourself. Do you know where it is?"

"Yeah. We used it on your car once and I know where he keeps it."

"Okay. I was just having a beer. Want one?"

"Sure That sounds good."

I followed her to the kitchen and she got me a beer from the fridge. I asked, "What are you doing drinking a beer this early? That's not like you."

"It's after noon, so it's okay," she joked. We laughed then and she said, "But you're right. I don't usually drink this early. But the kids are gone this weekend. They went with my sister and her kids to the zoo up in East Haven. They're gonna stay the night with her and come back tomorrow. And you know Jeremiah went to help his Dad. He won't be back until late this evening. So, here I am. All alone. And I thought, what the hell? Enjoy the free time. Live a little. So this is me living a little. Having a beer at 1 in the afternoon. Pretty pathetic ain't it?"

"No. Not at all. Nothing wrong with just relaxing and enjoying some alone time. You don't have to be doing anything extravagant to enjoy yourself. But then here I come and ruin your alone time. Sorry."

"No! You're not ruining anything. To tell you the truth I don't know what to do with myself. There's always something to do with the kids or Jeremiah but now with everybody gone I'm kind of lost and bored. Is that sad or what?"

"No. I get it. When you're constantly doing something for somebody and all of a sudden there's nobody there to do anything for, you DON'T know what to do. Don't question it. Just relax, don't do anything, and enjoy your day. Watch TV. Read a book. Take a nap. Whatever. It's your day."

"I would ask you if you wanted to hang out for a while but obviously you're working on something if you're borrowing a tool so I won't ask you to stay."

"No. It's fine. I haven't started yet. And it's not anything that has to be done right away. So if you want some company I can stay a while."

"You sure? I don't want to keep you from doing what you need to do."

"I'm sure. I wasn't looking forward to doing it anyway. I'd be happy to put it off until next week."

"Great. So what do you want to do?"

"You tell me. It's your day."

"Well, I could whip your ass at pool again."

"I told you I let you win last time. But if you want to try for a repeat we can, but I'm not gonna let you win this time. You're gonna have to do it the hard way."

"Uh huh. I hear you. I know just as well as you do that you did NOT let me win. I whipped your ass. You might as well admit it."

"I'll never admit that a girl beat me." This was all just in fun of course.

"You may not admit it, but I'm gonna tell everybody after I do it again."

"Never gonna happen."

We each got another beer and went downstairs and started playing. We agreed that she would go first since she won last time. I watched as she broke and got one ball in on the break, then made 2 more. Again I enjoyed the sight of her bending over to line up her shot and shoot. Today she was wearing a pair of yellow shorts and a white pullover top. And white canvas shoes. I stood behind her when she was on the side of the table where I was standing and admired her ass as she bent over to take her shot. If she was on the opposite side I got a pretty good treat, also. Her top was not real tight, and it was kind of low cut, so when she was bent over the table her shirt hung down and gave me a pretty good view of her tits encased in a white bra.

I won the game and rubbed it in pretty hard. But she said, "That's just one game. You gotta win 2 out of 3 to be the winner. So don't be bragging too soon."

We got another beer before starting the next game. I broke and got stripes. I made 2 more balls then missed. Adele made 3 in a row. We went back and forth making some and missing some. Adele ended up winning that game.

We put some music on to listen to while we played and got another beer. Our fourth. I could tell Adele was getting a little tipsy. She slurred her words and giggled a lot. Maybe she had more than 1 before I got here. In the third game she started her distraction tactics. Bending over in front of me. Pushing her ass back against me, letting her shirt hang down in the front when she bent over the table, brushing her tits against me, and just generally being very flirty and teasing. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it. I had no intention of trying to seduce her or anything, but it was fun anyway. I had thought about what I did last time, feeling her up and all, and realized that was a really stupid thing to do, Jeremiah was my friend as well as my boss. I wouldn't do that to him as a friend, and I didn't want to lose my job, either.

I missed a shot and it was Adele's turn. She turned her beer up to take a drink and spilled it down the front of her. "Shit!" she said. I laughed and she acted like she was mad at me for laughing but then laughed herself. She grasped the hem of her shirt and stripped it off over her head.

"Whoa!," I said. "What are you doing?"

"Well I can't wear a shirt soaked in beer now, can I?"

"Well, no. But don't you think you should go to your room to change it?"

"I ain't changing it. Don't need it anyway."

I looked at her standing there in a frilly tan colored bra. Looking quite sexy. "Okay. That's your prerogative, I guess. But don't you think it's a little umm... unladylike?"

"Nonsense. I've got a bra on. It's the same thing as if I was wearing a bikini."

"I guess. But it's a little distracting."

"Good. Maybe it'll distract you enough to lose. I was going to kick your ass anyway, but it doesn't hurt to have a little extra help." And she went to get another beer to replace the one she had spilled.

"We'll see about that."

It was her turn and she made 2 balls before missing. While I was playing I noticed her pulling at her bra. "Dammit," she said. "This got all wet, too, and it's uncomfortable." And she reached behind her, unclasped it, and took it off. I stood gawking at her bare breasts. They were spectacular. I had checked them out through her clothing many times, and knew they were quite nice, and Jeremiah had told me that she had implants, but seeing them uncovered they were better than I had imagined.

"Put your eyes back in your head, Joseph. Haven't you ever seen breasts before?''

"Sorry. Yes, I have, but not as nice as those."

"Well, thank you. Jeremiah bought them for me. Or maybe I should say he bought them for him." And she laughed. "But I like 'em, too. What do you think?"

"I love 'em. They're spectacular. But maybe you should cover 'em up."

"No. I like the freedom. Does it bother you?"

"No. Not at all. I mean, yeah, but in a good way."

She laughed again. I tried to go back to playing and missed my next shot. I enjoyed watching her breasts hanging down as she was playing. Every time it was my turn I missed because I couldn't keep my eyes or my mind on the table. So she beat me pretty badly pretty quickly.

"Ha! Told you I was gonna kick your ass didn't I?"

"I wonder why. How do you expect me to play with a set of ginormous tits distracting me? That's cheating."

"What? Jeremiah and I play like this all the time. It doesn't bother him."

"Then there's something wrong with him. I think maybe I'd better grab that tool I came after and take off."

"No. Wait. I'll put a shirt on if it bothers you that much. I really want you to stay."

"Okay. Thank you. I really do love your breasts. They're beautiful. But I shouldn't be seeing them."

She went and put a shirt on. It was a tight fitting pullover and she obviously didn't replace the bra, because her nipples were very prominent. She said, "I don't really want to play pool anymore. How about we put on some music and dance like we did that one night? I haven't danced since then, and it was nice."

"Okay. Sure. But you know I can't dance. Especially to anything fast."

"You do better than you think. But okay. I won't make you dance to the fast ones."

We put on Fleetwood Mac and Bob Seger. That's slow enough that I can handle it. We started dancing and she laid her head alongside mine. I was aware of her braless tits against my chest. And she smelled like she had dabbed on some perfume, probably to kill the smell of the beer she spilled on herself. While Bob was singing 'Night Moves" she snuggled up close to me and ground her pelvis against mine. I couldn't help but get hard. I hoped she didn't notice but knew damned well that she couldn't help but feel it. I knew this to be her behaviour when she got a little drunk because I had seen it in action with Jeremiah, and that one time with me. I tried to ignore it but it was really really difficult. We danced, or maybe I should say just swayed to the music, and talked a little as we did. With her head right beside mine when she talked I felt her breath in my ear and even that added to the sexual tension I felt. At one point while we danced I found that my hands had gone up under her shirt and were on her bare back. I quickly moved them back outside, and she softly said, "Aww. That felt good."

She had pretty much stopped drinking by now. I guess she was where she wanted to be. But I had drank 2 more and got another one. I think this was number 7. And I was starting to feel it. So the next time I discovered my hands under her shirt I left them, thinking it's no big deal, it's just her back. I won't go any farther. And she wouldn't let me anyway. She's a tease and a flirt but I don't believe she'd cheat on Jeremiah. So I rubbed her bare back as we danced and she said it felt nice.

She raised her head from my shoulder and we danced nose to nose and talked. When Christine McVie sang 'Hold Me' Adele rubbed her nose on mine and her tits on my chest and her pelvis on my hard dick. It was more than I could bear. I puckered my lips and quickly kissed her. She pulled back slightly and looked in my eyes. Then she leaned in and kissed me. Just a quick peck. Then she laid her head back on my shoulder. As if of their own accord my hands started roaming under her shirt a little. Up and down her back, around to her sides, along her waist, and up to her shoulders. I heard her breathing beside my ear increase. A couple or times she took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh. And a couple of times I felt her lips touch the side of my neck. I knew at this point that I could probably fuck her if I wanted to, but I struggled with myself whether I wanted to go there or not. I tried to let the notion go and just enjoy being with her. But as I felt her breath on my neck, and the occasional light kiss there, and heard her sighs as I rubbed her back, and her hard nipples pressing into my chest, and her pelvic area grinding against mine, it was impossible to not think about it. Without realizing that I had moved them I discovered that my hands were squeezing her ass cheeks. I moved my head enough to see her face. Her eyes were closed and she was smiling as well as moaning and sighing. I laid my head back down beside hers and enjoyed the moment. She ground her pelvis against my cock and said, "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Very much. But it's so wrong."

"We're just dancing. That's all."

That's all that was said. We continued. Bob was singing 'Main Street'. Against my will my right hand came up between us under her shirt and landed on her breast. It was a handful and she didn't flinch. I softly squeezed and she took a deep breath and moaned. I felt her hard nipple poking into my palm and rubbed my hand around on it a little bit. Then I took the nipple between my thumb and forefinger and rolled it around. This made her moan again and push her breasts forward into my exploring hand. While I continued to fondle and squeeze her breast she raised her head to be face to face with me. We looked into each other's eyes for a moment then our lips met. I watched her eyes close then closed mine. I felt her hand going down between us and grab my dick. She squeezed it and moved her hand up and down on it. I wondered why she was doing this. Jeremiah had told me their sex life was very good. And some of the things she had said led me to believe that he satisfied her. I knew she wasn't deprived of sex. I wondered if maybe she was a nympho. Maybe she needed sex often and if Jeremiah wasn't here then she would use a substitute. Which happened to be me at the moment. I had given up trying to fight it, and was going with whatever was about to happen.

I started lifting the bottom of her shirt and when I got it up to her neck she raised her hands above her head. And as I pulled it off she said, "So you decided you want it off after all."

"Yeah. You look really, really good without it." I went back to kissing her and fondling those magnificent tits. She slid my zipper down, reached inside and worked my extremely hard cock out through the fly. She started stroking it and I said, "Fuuuck! That feels so good."

"And so does what you're doing." I reached down and undid the button at the waist of her shorts and slid the zipper down. I put my hand into the top of her panties and slid it down to feel her hairless pussy. It was hot and wet. When my fingers touched her lips she squeezed my cock harder and moaned into my mouth. We stood like that for a brief time, kissing and stroking each other. I leaned over to kiss her breasts and to suck them as well. When I bit down on a nipple she let out a yelp and said, "Oh Goddamn! I need you to fuck me. Now!"

I pushed her shorts and panties to her feet and she stepped out of them and kicked off her shoes while I removed my clothes. I lifted her up onto the pool table, laid her back and guided my cock into her pussy, which was at the perfect height with me standing by the pool table. She was surprisingly tight. I would have thought that after 2 kids her pussy would have been stretched. And maybe it was, but she had marvelous control of her pussy muscles. She contracted and released them as I fucked her. She raised her legs straight up in the air and I held her feet as I pounded into her. I watched her big beautiful breasts move as I thrust harder and harder into her. They didn't move much because of the implants. I could have cum pretty quickly but I held back, wanting to make her cum if I could. And she did. She started pushing her pussy towards my thrusting cock, squeezing it with her pussy muscles, and saying, "Oh Sweet Jesus! Yes! Keep going! I'm almost there! Harder! Yeah, that's it! Oh fuck! Oh Yessss!"

She screamed and I felt her hot juices flooding out around my cock as I shot my load into her and said, "Oh my fucking God! You feel so fucking good. Yes! Your pussy's so tight. Yeah, Baby. Cum for me."

It was over way too quick. After we both had cum I continued moving in and out of her until my cock had deflated. And she continued to moan and writhe around. And I caressed her tits while we came down from the high of our orgasms. Then I pulled out and leaned over and kissed her dripping pussy. I said, "I just had to taste you. I knew you would taste wonderful. And you do."

Then she sat up, dropped to her knees and took my now soft cock into her mouth and cleaned it off with her tongue. Then she stood up and said, "Same here. I wanted to taste you, also. And you taste very good as well. I'd like to go for round two, but I don't know when Jeremiah is going to be here, so we probably should get dressed."

And we did. I went to the garage and got the tool I came to borrow. Although it was too late to do the job today. On my way home Jeremiah called and asked if I found the tool alright and if I got the job done. I told him I did get it but something came up and I didn't get it done today. He said keep it as long as I needed. I asked if he got done what he went up to do and he said he did and was on his way home now.