Mother's Wine Club - Pt. 04

This has a longer burn time then previous stories, but I enjoyed writing it so much I got caught up in the details. I hope you enjoy it!

To say I was now stalking my mother's friends was not quite accurate, but I was much less worried about running into any of them. Unfortunately, after our last meeting, Karen Jennings had decided that she just wasn't cut out to be leading a double life and had decided to call an end to our impromptu get togethers. Eleanor and I had settled into a weekly pattern, always picking me up at the park and then dropping me off there afterwards. Peggy and I had also gotten together a couple more times as well, usually on Saturday mornings when her husband went out for golf.

School was out this particular Thursday when Mother had her weekly gathering, and I was upstairs in my room playing a video game when the ladies started arriving a little before 1PM. Each one carried either a bottle of wine, or some type of food item to go with it. When the doorbell rang for the first time, I paused my game and went to an upstairs window to watch the procession. Karen was the first one to enter, with Eleanor following behind moments later. The third woman was a Filipino woman named Candy Partridge.

Candy's son John went to our school, although he was a couple grades behind me. He took after his father, Kevin Partridge. Word was that Kevin had married Candy during an overseas tour when he was in the military. They had John later in life, because his father was in his fifty's. That would have put Candy in her forties at least, but there was no sign of it with this attractive woman coming up our driveway.

She wore a sleeveless white linen dress, with a thin green belt and bright green pumps. Her heels had to be at least four inches high, probably compensating for how short she was. Candy could not have been taller than 5'4", and if she weighed more than 110 pounds I'd be shocked. She was wearing nude pantyhose and her long black hair fell in curves down her back, about to her bra line if she was wearing one! Her breasts were not large, about a B-cup, but it didn't look like she was wearing any kind of a bra. She probably didn't need it! She had manicured nails with a light pink color, and her makeup was perfect, lipstick matching the nails. Wedding and engagement rings adorned the ring finger of her left hand.

That night at dinner Mom was, as usual, talking about the wine club and what the girls had talked about. Dad and I had gotten used to these gossipy conversations and both of us listened with polite disinterest while keeping our other ear towards the news playing in the background.

"And poor Candy. She's been having a rough time of it lately."

My ears perked up at this mention of the woman I had ogled this afternoon.

"You know she got that job just to get out of the house some, right? Apparently her boss at work has started flirting with her, rather crude innuendo's and such. You know Candy, she doesn't really know how to handle stuff like this, and it's really upsetting her."

"Why doesn't she just report him to HR?" my Dad asked.

"She's afraid she'll lose her job. I know the rules say that you can't do that to a whistleblower, but you and I both know there are a thousand subtle ways to get back at an employee who makes trouble for the boss."

"Has she mentioned it to her husband?" This was my contribution.

Mom shook her head. "Kevin's so involved with this merger his firm is working on that he's barely home before leaving again. Apparently Candy's boss has started following her to the sandwich shop during lunch as well and sitting with her, without even an invitation!"

"Where does Candy work, Mom?"

"She's in an office park near your school. You know the one, up on the corner of Pine and Maple?"

I nodded my head; I did indeed know that place. It was common for seniors to walk up there during lunch and pick something up rather than risk the cafeteria's offering. My father looked over at me and winked; he knew what I was thinking. I just smiled at him.

I didn't have long for lunch each day, only about 45 minutes at most. The quickest way to get my lunch privileges revoked was to abuse the system, so I was careful to get back on time. That only left me about 25 minutes to sit there. I had no idea when Candy went to lunch, so I varied the times I went up there. Here I was lucky, since my academic class at lunch time was one of my easiest and the instructor liked me. He had no problem with me varying what time I came in and out as long as I kept up with the classwork.

After a few days of casual surveillance, I hit the jackpot. Candy usually came in around 12:40 PM, and would leave thirty minutes later. Her boss, a rather overweight man, short, stuffed in a suit that was at least one size too small for him, would puff in about two minutes later. It was obvious from her body language that Candy was very uncomfortable with the situation, as he always sat next to her, 'accidently' touching her, and doing everything he could to push his attentions on her. Honestly, it got me angry just watching it. But, watching this, I came up with a rather simple plan. Now I'd just have to see if Candy would be ready to play along.

The next day I was already sitting with my lunch when Candy walked in. I took a brief moment to wonder at the outfit she had on, a sack dress that did nothing to complement her figure, and flats to complete the unflattering look. After she had gotten her order, I waved at her. She looked at me uncertainly, but walked over. I stood up.

"Hello, Mrs. Partridge."

She smiled uncertainly. "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

"You're in my mother's wine club. I'm John, Mrs. Thompson's son?"

Recognition dawned in her eyes, then they fell as her boss pushed his way into the shop.

Ignoring him strutting over to us, I waved a hand at the table. "Would you like to sit down, have lunch with me?"

I could see her wavering, then her boss came up, taking her by the arm. I could tell that he was being a little too tight with his grip, which sent a flash of anger through me. He barked, "Excuse us, but Candy and I always have lunch together."

She looked at me helplessly, and I instantly decided that no man had the right to treat any woman this way.

I stepped forward, looming over him. "Excuse me, sir, but I didn't catch your name?"

He turned towards me, and some of the false bravado fled when he saw I had a good three inches on him. He swallowed once, but puffed up, thinking I was only a kid.

"Terry Smith. I'm Candy's boss. We have important business to discuss, young man, so why don't you run on back to school."

I could see the fear in Candy's eyes, and it shot a spike of adrenaline through me.

Calmly I said, "It seems the lady doesn't agree with you, Mr. Smith. Could you please let go of her arm?"

He looked at me a little more carefully, then a smile broke out on his face. "Certainly!" He let go of Candy's arm, and pivoted towards me, sticking one sweaty paw out at me. "No hard feelings, boy, you just took me a little off guard." I noted that instead of his posture relaxing, his feet had moved into a fighting stance, and when I reached out to shake, he instantly began to bring a knee up, pulling me towards him at the same time.

Unfortunately for Mr. Smith, he had all but telegraphed his little sneaky ambush, and with my youth, reflexes, and athletic experience, it was no problem to swing my hip to block. His right knee careened off my left hip, and I pulled hard at his hand, stepping neatly to one side. Off balance, he stumbled forward and crashed to the floor. The rest of the shop went silent, and Candy was off to one side, with a shocked expression on her face.

Mr. Smith scrambled to his feet, his face red with anger, and lifted one hand already clenched in a fist, when another hand grabbed his from behind. Before he even realized what was happening, the police officer had completed handcuffing his hands behind his back, and his partner was making the radio call.

I hadn't noticed the police officers when I came in, but apparently they had come in just after Smith had, and had witnessed the whole thing.

One of them looked at me. "Are you okay, sir?"

I nodded. "Is there any reason this man attacked you? I heard the conversation, but it sounds like you don't know each other?"

"Frankly, I don't know officer. I just felt he was being a little rough with this lady here." I nodded at Candy. "My mother and her are friends."

He nodded once, then looked at me and Candy. "Identification, please?"

Candy and I fished out our driver's licenses, and he looked them over before handing them back.

"Mrs. Partridge, from what I observed, the young man is correct. This gentleman" throwing a thumb back at Smith, now ranting and raving on his way out to the squad car "did seem to be treating you rather roughly. Do you need EMS or anything?"

"No, I'm fine," she said in a soft voice that sent a chill down my spine. "But" she spoke stronger now, "I would like to file a complaint against him. He's been sexually harassing me for weeks ever since he took over as my boss. He's been becoming more aggressive, and if it wasn't for John here" nodding at me "there's no telling what he would have done."

The officer nodded. "Mr. Thompson, Mr. Smith is going to be arrested for battery against you. Are you willing to file a complaint as well?"

"Yes, sir."

"Excellent. If both of you would come down to the station, we can get the process started."

"I have my car, Officer. Can I drive John and myself down?"

"Yes, Ma'am. Do you know where it is?"

Candy nodded and the officer followed his partner out the door.

"My car is parked over here." I followed Candy to a large SUV, and she popped the door locks. Within minutes we were following the police car to the station. I have to admit I was having a hard time keeping my eyes off of Candy's very attractive face. It was obvious my attention had not gone unnoticed, because I saw a small smile come and go from her face.

"So John, why were you at the sandwich shop today?"

"I go to school close by so I went in and got lunch."

"Well, it's lucky for me you were there. My boss has been harassing me for weeks."

"Did you tell your husband? Why didn't Mr. Partridge come down and do something?"

"I never mentioned it to Kevin because I didn't want to bother him. He's been so busy with this merger we barely have time for..." abruptly she stopped talking and looked embarrassed.

"Well, I'm sure that he would have made time for this."

"Maybe." Candy's tone was uncertain, and she looked at me again, catching me appreciating at her again.

"See something you like?" Her voice had a playful tone, and I looked at her eyes, embarrassed to be caught.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be staring at a married woman, but I can't help it. You're very attractive."

She blushed gently. "Well, thank you." She hesitated for a moment. "I would have thought I was a little too old for a young man like yourself."

I looked at her in the eyes and said, as sincerely as I could, "I think you're an incredibly attractive woman for any age."

Candy blushed again. "Well, thank you." She paused for a moment. "I would have thought you'd be more interested in girls your age. I'm sure you must have a girlfriend at school."

"No, not right now." I had no intention of telling her that I had two girlfriends, both of them married!

"Well, I can't tell you how much I appreciate what you did for me this afternoon."

"I was more than happy to do it."

She was about to continue when we pulled into the police station. It had never entered my mind to call the school with all of my attention focused on Candy, but once we entered the lot I quickly whipped out my cell phone and gave them a call to let them know what happened.

It took about two hours to complete the paperwork. I was surprised that since I was 18, my parents would not be involved even though I was still living at home. The detective informed me that in the eyes of the law, I was an adult, and would be treated as one. Candy and I were interviewed separately, and everyone was rather friendly. Luckily the officer also called the school, explaining the situation, so I would not have any problems there.

When I was finally released to go back to school, the day was just about over, so I went on home. The word of my exploits had already reached home, since Cancy had called my Mom. As she described it, "Candy was just gushing about how brave and gallant you were today, John." My father was also happy with me, although the talk in the study afterwards was not as pleasant.

"I take it you were not at that sandwich shop today by coincidence?"

"No, sir."

My Dad nodded his head slowly. I could tell he had already figured out the whole story, both what was said and what was not said.

"I think you're playing with fire, John, as I told you before. You're an adult, so you have to make your own decisions, but you will also have to handle the consequences. Understood?" I nodded and he waved me out.

The next day I was in the sandwich shop as usual a few minutes before Candy got there. The guy behind the counter gave it to me 'on the house' as a reward for my actions yesterday. I had several other patrons come up and compliment me for my actions. When Candy came in, I was very pleasantly surprised by what she was wearing! Instead of the sack dress, she was wearing a black skirt, white satin blouse with a short black jacket, four inch pumps, and pantyhose.

She walked in and almost yelled, "John!"

I stood up to greet her and she almost knocked me over with a ferocious hug, which led a round of applause and her blushing and sitting down. It was too bad, because I was thoroughly enjoying her body pressing up against me, and the tickle of her floral perfume in my nostrils was doing interesting things to my nether regions!

I struggled to keep things light. "Hey, Mrs. Partridge. You look very nice today."

Her face beamed with joy at my noticing. "Thank you! I can finally wear what I want. My old boss was such a perv that I was forced to wear clothing that is just not me to try to keep him away. Unfortunately it didn't work until you handled it yesterday! Thank you so much for that! I got a phone call last night from corporate HR that he's been fired and served with a restraining order from coming anywhere near the office. It's been such a relief not to deal with him today!"

Candy gushed like this for another ten minutes, running on about her job, how she got one day off a week to make up for her having to work on Saturday's and she made sure it was on mother's wine club day. I just sat across from her, eating my lunch, and thoroughly enjoying the lovely vision in front of me. Eventually she slowed down and looked at me, cocking her head to one side.

"Here I am going on and on about everything in my life to the son of one of my friends. You're very easy to talk to, you know that?"

"Thank you. It's easy when you're enjoying a conversation with such an attractive woman."

She blushed. "Thank you, John, that's very sweet. But don't you think that I'm a little old for you to be having lunch with? I'm sure there are many young girls that go to your school that would love to take advantage of the opportunity."

I looked directly into her eyes and gave a confident grin. "I much prefer women."

That caused her to blush even harder, and she lowered her head, looking at me through her eyelashes. "Aren't you being a little forward? After all, I am friends with your mother."

I reached out and took one slender hand, and my confidence soared when she didn't immediately take it away. I gently rubbed my thumb over her fingers, lightly caressing her, and I could see the goose pimples erupting on her arm as I did so, along with her beautiful dark eyes growing soft and warm.

"I think you're worth taking a risk for."

Suddenly her phone beeped, and startled she looked at it, then jumped up. "Oh my gosh, I have to get back to work! I enjoyed it John! Thank you again for yesterday! Bye!" She rushed out, almost frazzled, and I sat back for a moment, bemused by the whole situation. I'd have to see what happened next.

Candy rushed back to her office, and found herself happy and cheerful the rest of the day. The admiration of a young man (and if Candy was honest, a rather attractive one at that) had lifted her mood considerably, and the rest of the day she spent in a mild state of arousal. Of course she would never seriously consider a relationship with a young man like John, but there was no harm in daydreaming, was there? She even had hope that Patrick would be home in time for dinner, but an apologetic text soon eliminated that thought, and she spent another lonely evening at the house, playing on her phone and listening half-heartedly to whatever boring show was on TV.

She was just getting ready for bed when Patrick arrived home. Candy was really hoping that he would have the energy for a few minutes, she had been in the mood since lunch, but when he wearily peeled his clothes off and dropped into the bed without even a shower, her hopes were dashed. Candy went to bed a little horny and a lot frustrated with the situation.

In the morning, before the sun had even peeked over the horizon, Patrick was dressed and gone. Candy got out of bed and after her morning bath, looked at herself in the mirror. What she saw pleased her. Still very attractive (she grew warm at the thought of John's admiring glances), her body was still trim and slender even at the ripe age of 47, and there wasn't a hint of cellulite anywhere on her. A mischievous thought entered her head. John said he thought she was attractive, huh? Candy wondered what his reaction would be when he saw what she wore today! Giggling, she went into her walk in closet and began selecting exactly the right outfit.

After yesterday, there was no way that I was going to stay away from that little sandwich shop today! Candy had let me touch her, in a mostly harmless manner, true, but actual physical contact, that she had appeared to enjoy every bit as much as I did. I'd seen the gleam in her eye before the phone ruined the moment. I wasn't sure what was going to happen next, but I did not want to miss it.

When I saw her walk into the shop, my jaw dropped, and I saw every other male stop what they were doing and stare at the lovely apparition that was gracing us with her presence. Candy was wearing a traditional Oriental dress, startlingly red in color, high collar, sleeveless gown that accented her bosom with a heart shaped opening that focused attention on her magnificent orbs of pleasure. The fabric stretched to the floor, with a high slit on one side exposing those long, slender legs, encased in nude silk stockings today and with 4 inch slingback red stiletto heels gracing her feet. Gold hoops dangled from her ears, and a gold bracelet was on her arm. Her wedding and engagement ring were in their accustomed place.

Candy saw my face and a smile lit up her face like diamonds sparkling in the noonday sun. She made her way over to my table, the clicking of the heels on the floor a very erotic sound, and I shot to my feet, instantly sliding her chair back for her and receiving another dazzling smile as payment. Instead of sitting across from me, she sat next to me, just a little closer than she should, and her perfume made my gonads ache with desire, and my cock start to stiffen.

A pair of eyes dropped to a distinctive bulge in my jeans. "I think somebody likes what they see!"

"My God, Mrs. Partridge, you look absolutely amazing!"

She smiled prettily at me. "Thank you, John. But after your gallantry earlier this week, I think you've earned the right to call me Candy."

"Well, thank you Candy."

"I take it you like my outfit?"

"Probably a lot more than I should!"

She colored in a blush. "Let's just say I felt like wearing something different." She looked around, we were at a corner table and everyone had gone back to their meals, "And when you mentioned you liked women, I wondered if a woman had ever shown you this?" One slender hand reached down, sliding the slit upwards and revealing more of that perfect leg, until I saw the top of the stocking fastened with a garter belt!

My eyes bugged out and Candy giggled, a silverly tinkle of a noise that sent a surge of lust through me. It was everything I could do not to drop my hand onto that enticing leg and begin to caress it.

"I think you deserve a reward for the day before."

I put one arm around her and gently pulled her just a little closer, then whispered into her ear, "I can think of a way that would reward both of us."

Candy flushed deep red, but didn't pull away.

She whispered to me, "And what would that be?"

I laid one hand gently on her leg, slowly caressing that achingly smooth skin around the garter, beneath the table where no casual observer would see it. "What do you think?"

"I think we might be going a bit too far, John." Candy was breathing heavy, and her eyes were flushed with excitement. But she didn't pull away, and one slender hand ran its way up my inner thigh, sending an erotic surge through me.

"I think we're doing just fine," and I daringly leaned out and pulled her towards me, my lips touching hers for the first time.

Sparks flew as we kissed each other, and I could taste the cream of her lipstick as her mouth and mine urgently moved on each other's. After that soul searing kiss, both of us got to our feet, her hand gripping mine tightly, and we went out the front door. She took me over to an SUV, and within moments we were inside, leaning over the center console, lips locked together, tongues entering each other's mouth, breathing heavily.

She broke the kiss and sat back in the driver's seat. "Let's go."

I didn't say a word, just took one hand and gently caressed her back, Candy stretching and purring under my gentle touch. Five minutes later we were pulling into an executive suites hotel, and two minutes later Candy had used a keycard to open the door of a suite on the ground floor.

"God, I can't believe I'm doing this!" But she showed no reluctance as she came into my arms and we hugged for the first time, our mouth's instantly fastening onto each other, our tongues dancing in each other's mouth, our mouths moving on each other. Her tiny hands ran down my back and up my shirt, pulling it up and off of me. I ran my hands down to that tight little ass of hers, gripping it and pulling her towards me.

I was already hard as a rock, and there was no doubt Candy felt it grinding into her belly.

"Let's see what you're packing, my young lover!" She unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down along with my boxers, freeing my dick from its confinement. She took one small hand and ran it across and around it.

"God, John, it's so big and hard! I love it! I need this young, hard cock so badly!"

She sank to her knees in front of me, looking up at me with those dark, soulful eyes. I could only watch in amazement as my mom's friend took my cock in her mouth and began to suck on it. It felt so good, and Candy quickly fell into a rhythm, holding it with her hands while she bobbed up and down, her dark red mouth running up and down it.

I took her head in my hands, curling my fingers into her thick dark hair, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

"God Candy, it feels so damn good!"

She never stopped, just moaned in agreement, and began moving even faster.

"Oh, baby, if you keep this up I'm going to cum!"

She only increased her efforts, and within moments I felt my orgasm come roaring up and into her mouth. I was shocked when Candy took it and swallowed it like a pro! She let my cock drop out of her mouth and smiled up at me. "I take it you enjoyed that!"

"God, Yes!"

She got to her feet and put her arms behind her neck, unfastening the top button and letting the top of her gown fall free, revealing her stupendous breasts, unencumbered by a bra. She definitely did not need one, as both were milky white and still shaped well, neither hanging down at all. Both nipples were dark brown, surrounded by brown areolas, and hard as rubber. I heard the sensuous sound of a nylon zipper, and watched in awe as the rest of the dress slipped to the floor, revealing the red garter belt, hooked to both stockings, and the red panties covering her pleasure mound, already soaked with her fluids.

She smiled at me. "You like what you see?"

"Why don't you let me show you," I growled, and picked her up, setting her on the edge of the bed and carefully sliding her panties down over the garters. Both of her tiny hands went around my head as I leaned down and paid attention to her magnificent breasts. I leaned down and took one hard nipple into my mouth, eliciting a gasp of pleasure as I began to suck on the hard nub, running my tongue over it.

"Mm'mm, John, I like that. My husband hasn't done that in so long."

I switched my attention to the other one, taking one hand and playing with the one I had just left, pinching and twirling it with my thumb and index finger.

"Yyyyyeeeeesssss," she hissed in pleasure. "I love having my nipples played with! You're doing so well, John, it feels so good."

I sucked on one then the other, going back and forth, using my tongue to rub against it, lightly nipping them with my teeth, feeling Candy writhe under me in pleasure.

I slid one hand down to her pussy, feeling it soaked and already open, and began to rub it gently.

"Oh, baby, Yyyyyeeeeesssss! Don't stop, John, please don't stop, yes baby, yes." One hand came down and pushed my hand harder into her sweet sex, the other took my head and pulled it onto her breast even harder. Her words were unintelligible now, mews of pleasure as I rubbed that fantastic pussy of hers and suckled at her nipples, and suddenly I heard a long muted wail of pleasure as her hips bucked at me and her orgasm overwhelmed her. I gently rubbed her pussy, taking my mouth from her spit soaked nipples, and let her enjoy the afterglow that I could see her basking in.

Candy finally said, "God, John that was so damn good. I can't remember the last time I came like that."

"I'm surprised your own husband doesn't do that for you."

"Oh, Kevin is more focused on him than me, I've kind of gotten used to it."

"Well, you'll have to excuse me if I focus on your beautiful body!" I leaned down and kissed her hard, and Candy eagerly reciprocated, our tongues dancing in each other's mouths, our mouths moving on one another, her hand gently stroking my cock while I used one hand to rub her pussy.

We broke for air, and she moaned into my ear, "God, John, I need that cock in me. Please fuck me, baby."

I smiled and kissed her, "Gladly."

I watched as she slid off her heels while I quickly shed my socks. I was glad to see she kept her stockings and garters on.

"I want to be on top, John. You're so big I want to ease into you slowly."

I smiled and laid down on the bed, while Candy swung one beautiful stocking leg over me, her crotch above my rock hard cock, sticking straight up, waiting for the reward of that sweet pussy.

She took one slender hand, the dark red fingernails erotically glinting in the sun coming from the shaded window, and fed my cock into the lips of her wet pussy. She was so wet the tip and first inch slid in easily, and I moaned with pleasure at the feeling of this married woman's box taking my rod.

'God, Candy, you feel so damn good!"

"Baby, you feel so damn good!" She slowly lowered herself onto me, moaning with pleasure. "You're so much bigger and harder than my husband, John, and you're filling me up so damn good!" I looked up at her beautiful Asian face, dark red lips pursed, eyes closed in sheer erotic lust and pleasure, those perfect C-cup tits with those beautiful nipples pointing outwards, and shivered in erotic pleasure, resisting the urge to slam my hips up and into her.

She slowly slid down my pole, taking it inch by inch into her needy cunt, until finally her crotch rubbed against mine.

"Oh my God baby, you're so damn big in there!" She lifted her hips then slid them back down. "I can't believe how full you're making me feel!"

"Hard for you, sweetheart, and that incredibly sexy body you have, Candy. And you feel pretty amazing too!" Every word was true, her pussy felt so incredibly hot and tight on my cock, tighter than any woman I'd had so far. It seemed to clench every inch of me, giving me pleasure unlike any I'd ever felt.

Candy slowly began moving up and down, short strokes that felt absolutely amazing. I laid there, letting her get used to me, enjoying the sensations, sights and sounds of this incredibly beautiful mature Asian woman riding me, taking me deep inside her.

Candy began bouncing up and down on me harder, her cunt clenching at me, moaning with pleasure as I penetrated her time and time again. I laid still, finding it harder and harder to resist the urge to slam my hips up into her, letting her ride me for her pleasure. Candy moaned harder and harder, babbling in erotic pleasure until she finally slammed her hips down, stretching backwards over, her red mouth open in a massive silent howl of pleasure as another orgasm ripped through her. I could feel her pussy contracting in spasm after spasm on my cock.

I laid beneath her as her orgasm faded and she collapsed in erotic exhaustion on my chest, her breasts rubbing against me, her head pillowed on the top of my chest, holding me tightly, my cock still deep within her.

"My God, John, that was incredible," she muttered. "I can't remember the last time I had such a powerful orgasm." A few seconds passed, and her eyes flew open, "My God, you didn't cum yet!"

"No, not yet."

"What happened!?"

"I was letting you have your turn first."

"You are just the sweetest, most considerate lover in the world!" and locked her lips onto mine. I kissed her back, hungrily opening my mouth, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her towards me, now taking the opportunity to begin to thrust my dick into her.

"Yes, baby, yes, fuck me with that hard cock of yours!"

I thrust upwards harder and harder, slamming it deep into her, pulling her towards me and kissing her eagerly, never missing a stroke as our tongues furiously fucked each other's mouths, our mouths moving frantically on each other, our mutual lust and pleasure only building each time I thrust my cock into her.

I wanted Candy underneath me, I wanted to fuck her even harder, and I rolled us over, then resumed plunging my rod into her. She spread her legs even wider, wanting every last inch I had, thrusting her hips up at me. I fucked her harder and harder, faster and faster, my hips in a blur of motion as I pounded that tight pussy of hers.

"Yes, baby, yes!! God I love it! I love you fucking me!" She wound her legs around me, the erotic feel of her stocking legs only adding to the moment. I looked at her, Candy's face contorted in lust as my dick slammed into her deeper and harder each time, this mature wife getting exactly what she obviously needed so badly. It was too much for me, and my cock exploded, sending my seed deep into her. She let a long, soft wail as my orgasm triggered her own, and I could feel her pussy convulse as I pumped my own load into her. Both of us were lost in erotic bliss, just letting our orgasms wash over us, and I rolled off of her, my cock leaving that warm, snug hole as it plopped loose, letting loose some of the cum and fluids that had been trapped.

We laid there next to each other, neither one of us needing to speak for a long moment, until she rolled over and looked at me.

"My God, baby, I had no idea that was going to happen." I smiled gently at her, and she giggled. "I suspect I'm going to be walking funny the rest of the day! You're amazing!"

I pulled her close and kissed her gently, which she eagerly returned.

"You're the one that's absolutely amazing! I've never been with a woman like you before." It was a small lie, but appropriate for the situation. I had already learned every woman wants to be unique and special on their own. My reward was another broad smile and sweet kiss, which I gladly returned.

For the first time, I took an interest in my surroundings, looking around the room. "Candy, where are we?"

"I'm the administrative head for a management consulting firm. This is a hotel suite we keep for visiting executives. I never thought I'd turn it into a love nest! Thank God it was so close, I don't think I could have waited very long to have you."

I pulled her body towards me and we shared a long, tender hug, her breasts rubbing against my chest, then kissed. "Trust me, the feeling was mutual." I went into the bathroom and soaked a washcloth in hot water, bringing it back and using it to gently clean her privates and then my own, being rewarded with another breathtaking smile and kiss.

Reluctantly both of us got out of the bed and began to get dressed.

"Will I see you again, Candy?"

"I am married, John, and as much as I loved and needed this afternoon romp, I'm not ready to abandon my marriage. And I think you're a little young to make plans with?"

I shrugged. "Maybe." I smiled at her, then kissed her again, which she returned. "But if you ever want to get together again, you know how to find me."

She halted for a long moment, then gave a naughty smile. "Go ahead and give me your phone number. Never know when I might need some 'help' around the house." I smiled and taking her phone, punched in my number. She smiled, and kissed me again, "I had a wonderful time, John. You're a magnificent lover." She walked out, and I set out on the long walk back to school.