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  Both of us stared down at the way my body looked sliding into hers for a while until I couldn't take it any more and started to really give her a good fuck.

  As soon as I started rutting I felt an orgasm start slipping out from in between my legs. I tried everything. I thought of all the stuff you think about to work yourself down but it was no use. I was finally fucking the woman I'd fantasized about forever and now I was going to be a two minute wonder. I tried to slow down.

  "Oh honey, don't slow down. I was getting close," she said, her hand draped over my shoulder.

  I could barely tell from just looking at her. She looked as nonchalant as she had when she asked me to move those fucking boxes. I glanced down to see my cock disappearing into her pussy and that pushed me over the edge. "Oh fuck," I groaned.

  Mrs. Masters realized what was happening, lifted herself up and off of me, wrapped a hand around my cock and pulled me out.

  The first splash of my seed sprayed up onto her pussy lips before she started stroking me out onto her stomach.

  I stared as rope after rope of hot spunk spewed from the head of my cock and landed in thick streaks along her toned tummy, basting her with hot, white cream.

  Her own pussy juices seeped out from between her fingers as she pumped me through my climax.

  As I stood moaning, she looked up into my eyes and across my face, like that was much more interesting to her than what was happening between my legs.

  When the last shudder of my orgasm shook me, she held me for a little while longer, rubbing her fingers gently along my shaft and watching as the last trickles of semen spat out.

  I was a sweaty, panting wreck but powerless to do anything but stand there and stare at the sight of her hand wrapped around my cock.

  When she'd had enough and decided it was over, she let me go and wiped her hand on my shirt, then used the shirt to wipe her stomach off. Then she pushed on my chest with two fingers, making me stagger back as she crossed her legs.

  Laura Masters smiled. "That's a pretty decent package you've got there, Samuel Jones, but we're going to have to do something about that timing. There's no way I can come that fast."

  All I could do was shake my head and stare at the floor.

  Chapter 5

  And then I freaked out.

  I mean, not like running around clawing at my hair and screaming kind of freaked out. More of a guy freak out.

  I don't know why but I started feeling super bad. I'd just fucked a married woman, after all, and I considered myself to be a pretty nice guy. I started babbling and apologizing and saying that I should probably go, the whole time trying to tug my shorts back up.

  "Sammy, Sammy, Sammy!" She finally had to shout to get my attention.

  I stopped dead in my tracks and stared at her, slack-jawed.

  "Jeez, Sammy, for a guy you sure act like a woman after you get laid!" she teased.

  I didn't think that was funny at all. A million things were racing through my head. What did this mean? Could I really be this guy? The guy that fucks other men's wives when they're not around?

  "What's the problem? Why are you freaking out?" she asked.

  "I..." For a moment I didn't know what to say and then for some reason I decided to come clean. "What about Mr. Masters? I'm...I feel like a total dick for doing this and..."

  "Oh puh-lease!" she said, waving my worry away. "You think Mr. Masters is out on the road for two weeks at a time and doesn't get a little something on the side?" she asked.

  I was shocked. How could she just be...okay with something like that?

  "Mr. Masters gets plenty of tail, don't worry about him," she explained. "Besides, we've been kind of on the rocks lately anyways."

  This only made me feel even worse. They'd been on the rocks lately and here I was being a total jerk, probably putting another wedge in their marriage. How could I be such a douche?!?

  "Sam," she said, her tone even as she put her hand on my arm. "You are freaking out about nothing. It's just a little fun. How long are you here for, three weeks? Before your parents get back?"

  I swallowed and nodded.

  "So? Relax. We'll have a little fun and then we'll just pretend it never happened. Well, maybe we can get together over Christmas or something sometime. Right?" The question was accompanied by a wink and a smile. "Anyways, I'm going to lunch with a friend. Can you carry these upstairs and then just lock the door on your way out?"

  I was totally floored. She was acting like this was no big deal, like the fact that we'd just had sex didn't mean anything to her at all.

  "Oh, and Sammy?" she asked from the foot of the stairs.

  "Huh?" I managed to grunt.

  "You can't come inside me hon. I'm not on any birth control or anything, 'kay?"

  Probably because I had no idea what else to do, I just nodded and looked down to stare at her ass as she swayed her way up the stairs. Then I stood there staring into space and wondering what I was going to do.

  The sound of the front door closing shook me out of my stupor and made me the last thing she'd said really sink in.

  I'm not on any birth control or anything.

  Holy fuck. This was terrible. What if I'd spilled a little inside her? Could I be sure I hadn't? She was older but certainly not too old for an accident, especially if she was the one telling me not to come inside her.

  The thought of what would happen if I impregnated my old next-door neighbor sent a rush of heat through me. It was absurd and absolutely wrong but the very thought that it was even a possibility was...well, fucking hot.

  I started taking boxes up the stairs one by one. I kept going over and over what had just happened in my mind. I couldn't believe it. I was a little disappointed in myself at having done it but a lot disappointed in myself knowing that I was going to do it again. In a split second. The moment it came up.

  Well, it did come up. It came up the next day. This time I had to drive the boxes to the good will store and drop them off. Laura came with me, dressed in a white dress and wearing a red belt and shiny red shoes. She stood off to the side and watched me unload boxes out of the SUV, staring at me through her Hollywood style sunglasses as I did.

  When we got home, she offered me a lemonade which I slurped down after my hard work in the hot sun. Then she got down on her knees, pulled out my cock and stuffed it into her mouth.

  The thing was, I didn't really have a chance to resist. If she'd given me any warning, any sort of indication that that's what she was about to do, maybe I would have had a fighting chance of saying no, or maybe we shouldn't, or whatever.

  I didn't. All I could do was stare as the feeling of her hot hand wrapping around my rising girth shot up my spine.

  The inside of her mouth felt like wet velvet that had just been warmed. Her tongue was so soft and she slid it just right along the underside of my cock.

  I stood there, gripping the counter and watching as more and more of my hardening shaft disappeared into her tight little mouth.

  She'd worn red lipstick that day to go with her red belt and red shoes and it made her lips look even fuller around my veined dick.

  When she started to suck, she reached under me and with the tips of her fingers brushed my balls sending jets of sperm shooting out of them and into my cock.

  Her eyes bulged as the first shot of seed hit the back of her throat.

  I almost felt bad. I should have fucking warned her or something. I always did that.

  But her shock was short-lived. As soon as she realized I was coming, her cheeks hollowed into a nice hard suck and her tongue started gliding back and forth across my cock, coaxing the rest of the cum out.

  I shot my whole loud into her mouth and she swallowed every last drop, then cleaned me off. Even when she pulled off of me and I popped out of her mouth, she dabbed at the corners of her mouth with her finger and pushed the tiny puddles of seed onto her tongue and swallowed those too.

  Ho-ly fuck.

  The woman was a fucking
sex goddess and she'd chosen me to be her toy.

  "We have got to work on that timing, Sammy," she said, getting up off the floor and straightening the front of her dress.

  "I'm...I'm sorry, I just...I usually don't get that excited that fast it's just..."

  "Aww!" she cooed, her brow arching as she touched my cheek with her hand. "That's sweet!"

  I guess she meant it was sweet that I thought she was hot enough that I blew my load that quickly? I don't know. She didn't seem to upset, though.

  "You know what, it's for the best. I just have to make sure to get you off before I get on you. That way you'll last a little longer and not have as much...ammunition for a baby bomb." This set her off giggling and she giggled all the way to the bathroom before closing the door.

  We didn't hook up again that day. She had an exercise class to go to or something so sent me home.

  It took about all of five minutes in the house by myself before I started wringing my hands and pacing. I'd never been super serious about relationships, or bad at them or anything, or, you know, clingy, but something about what was going on here was really getting under my skin. I couldn't stop thinking about her and not just the sex, either.

  I couldn't stop thinking about her. The shape her mouth took when she smiled. The way she'd bossed me around with the boxes or the pool. The way her body moved when she walked.

  If I didn't know any better, I would have sworn I was...falling in love.

  Which is crazy.

  Because that's crazy.

  Right?

  Well, by that evening I just couldn't take it anymore. I decided to go across, ring the doorbell and see if maybe she wanted to have dinner or something.

  "Oh Sammy, you're sweet but not tonight."

  Trying to stay cool I asked "Why not?"

  She smiled and tilted her head in that way she did. "Arnold's coming home tomorrow and I have to get things...ready. You understand, right?"

  Bam.

  That's how it all began.

  Chapter 6

  I didn't know what it meant to pace around and wring your hands until after I walked back to my parents house that night.

  It suddenly felt like my whole fucking world was crashing down around me. I'd barely been back a few days and all this crazy stuff had happened with Laura and now I was starting to feel like I might actually be...feeling something for her and tomorrow her husband was coming home.

  Her husband was coming home.

  Her husband was coming home.

  This obviously meant a lot of things. It meant that we wouldn't be seeing each other the next day, or for however many days he was going to be home after that. This shouldn't have been a problem. I was a big boy, all grown up. I'd had sex with another man's wife, even if she had been the one to suggest it, so I should have been able to just suck it up, deal with my emotions about it and move on with my life.

  The problem was, and this seemed like a pretty big fucking problem, that I could not stop thinking of what was going to happen when he got home. I mean, I knew what was going to happen when he got home, or at least I could guess.

  He was going to get back, probably take a shower. Maybe she would have dinner ready for him or something, have a cocktail or two. Then, he would probably take his wife upstairs, shove his cock into her until he came. That's what husbands did when they got home from business trips, right?

  The truth was I had no idea. I probably should have thought this through because Laura herself had said that things between them had been "on the rocks," as she put it. But I didn't care about what she'd said. I didn't seem to care about facts.

  I cared more about fixating on this...this thing that was going to happen to a woman I barely knew but had had sex with.

  I vaguely remembered what Arnold Masters looked like. He was sort of a big guy, I think he was ex-military or something. He had a big barrel chest and he liked to wear gold chains and keep the top button of his shirt undone. He had black hair that was balding a bit and he had hairy arms. And I think I remembered always seeing him with a drink in his hand but I couldn't be sure.

  So I lay in bed for most of the night working up this crazy vision of what Arnold Masters was going to look like and act like when he got back. I worked up a whole story, how the day was going to go, what Laura was going to act like. And the more I thought about it, the more it twisted my guts up into a knot.

  It wasn't like I somehow felt I had any claim to her or anything. I knew I didn't. She wasn't mine. She'd let me fuck her a few times and given me a blow job. That was the extent of the relationship.

  And yet, thinking that a woman I'd been with just that day was going to turn around and spread her legs for another man, even if that man was her husband, drove me absolutely crazy with jealousy.

  And lust.

  Yep. Lust.

  I couldn't stop thinking about it but not just because I wanted to torture myself. I couldn't stop thinking about it because every time I did think about it, I got incredibly hard. My cock got hard as a rock and I would stroke one out trying to think of anything else but always in the final moment returning to what had inspired another round of masturbation.

  Laura Masters with another man between her legs.

  Crazy, right?

  I know. I didn't get it either.

  So by the time the morning rolled around I was almost exhausted enough to fall asleep. I closed my eyes and just as I was drifting off, I heard the faint sound of a car pulling up to the house next door, then a car door slamming shut.

  My eyes popped open as adrenaline filled my nervous system. Could that have been it? Could that have been the sound of Arnold Masters coming home?

  I almost laughed out loud about how stupid I was being about the whole thing. So what if it was? It was none of my fucking business! I was just a guy she'd fucked on the side why should I care?

  But I did. And I couldn't stop caring. I was wide awake and my heart was pounding and I couldn't stop thinking about what was going on next door. Finally I jumped out of bed and tore across the hall to the guest room across the hall.

  It was him.

  He looked pretty much exactly the way I remembered him. He was tall and beefy with a bald patch on top of his head and dark, hairy arms.

  She met him at the door. Yeah. I guess even if things were rocky between them she still liked putting in the effort or something because she was wearing a pleated yellow skirt and a tight white top and of course, no bra.

  He took a good long look at her as she stood there smiling at him. Then he said something and I had no idea what it was but it made her smile a little wider so I assumed it was probably something nice.

  She took his bag and his keys and then they disappeared inside the house.

  Well, that's when my inner crazy really came out. I started thinking up all kinds of possibilities of what they were doing in there. Had they thrown themselves into each other's arms? Were they kissing passionately in the hall? Had they raced upstairs, tearing off clothes as they went?

  This time I did actually laugh out loud at how ridiculous I was being. Of course none of that was happening. This was a couple who pretty much knew they both cheated on the other person. There was no way they would be doing anything like that.

  And yet no matter how reasonable I tried to talk myself into believing that, I couldn't do it. It was almost like I wanted the opposite to be true.

  I only realized how long I'd been staring out the window when I saw motion out of the corner of my eye between the blinds. I glanced at the clock in the room to find that I'd been there almost an hour, then looked out at the backyard to see a bare-chested Mr. Masters emerging from the sliding door, cocktail in hand, hair freshly washed.

  My mind raced, calculating the possibility that they'd had time for sex, showering change of clothes and fixing a cocktail in the time I'd been standing there. I didn't get a chance to work it out because she followed him out in the same skimpy bikini she'd worn when I'd been working on
the pool and that swallowed all of my attention.

  I could feel myself getting harder as I stared. The two of them walked around the pool. Mr. Masters flipped the other deck chair and sat down on it as Laura sat on the first one. They settled in, put their drinks in the cup-holders in the chairs, and began to bask in the sun.

  My cock hardened as my eyes roamed up and down her toned body, remembering what it was like to be standing between her thighs spilling spunk onto her belly and hand. After a few minutes of this, I couldn't take any more and I reached into my underwear and wrapped a fist around my cock.

  The timing couldn't have been more perfect, as I found out. Mr. Masters, having finished his drink, turned to face his wife and said something to her.

  She, in turn, set down her half-finished drink and stood up. She stretched, as if displaying her still-lithe body for him.

  My cock jumped in my hand. Was she getting him another drink? A snack maybe?

  Nope. Reaching back behind herself, Laura Masters undid the knot of her bikini top sending the tangle of straps sailing to the ground and exposing her pert, round breasts to her husband, and me for the first time.

  Her nipples were long, longer than I'd ever seen and now that I was seeing them naked I realized why they always rubbed against her shirt.

  My eyes went wide as she cupped her breasts with her hands and pressed them together, rubbing them together for her husband to enjoy. After a while of this, her hands drifted towards the tips, fingers and thumbs tugging at her nipples, twisting them and squeezing them and making them even harder. Once she'd worked those up, she grabbed her breasts and smashed them against each other again.

  By this point my head was starting to spin. This was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen, watching Laura Masters do a striptease, even if it was for her husband. There was also the added confusing arousal of feeling slightly jealous about the fact that she was doing it for someone other than me. I know that's ridiculous but it was what it was.

  I started stroking my cock as I watched the scene unfold.