4 comments/ 46751 views/ 9 favorites Finding My Pleasure By: hotbabydoll I started this story from a writing competition entry and it just kind of took off. I want to thank my editor, CopperSkink, for all his hard work and suggestions. I really appreciate it, and if there are any further mistakes, they are mine and mine alone. I hope you enjoy. - Jane * "God, it's hot out here. I don't know how you can stand it," my husband Greg said. "It's easy when I want to tan," I replied. I had gotten tan lines earlier this week and I was trying to get rid of them. I wanted the "California girl" look this summer. I had even dyed my shoulder-length brown hair a, in my opinion, natural blonde color. "You'll get heat exhaustion," Greg warned. "No, I won't. I'll be sure to keep hydrated and if I feel too hot, then I'll come inside," I told him. "Alright; just don't complain to me when you turn into a lobster and can't stand to be touched. I'll be in the media room watching a movie in the dark, cool, almost-slightly chilled room; and you can sit out here in the bright, sunny, hundred-degree heat," he pestered as he walked through our French doors into our house. I was lying on a lounge chair in our private backyard. My only clothing was a wrap-around white skirt that fell to my ankles. My breasts were hanging free and fully exposed to the heat and light of the sun. When I wore this skirt to sunbathe, I tied it to meet in the middle of my waist which created a slit that started at the juncture of my thighs. I liked to wear this skirt while sunbathing because I could un-wrap it and lay out naked, but I could also quickly cover myself if I needed to. The only danger from being seen came from the house directly behind ours and across the alley. It was a two-story home with an upstairs window that looked directly into my backyard. It had just sold, and I hadn't yet met the new neighbors. Even if they did look out the window, then at least maybe someone would enjoy the show since my husband was oblivious. At thirty-three, I still looked damn good. My legs were long and toned my waist small and trim and I had high, firm tits. It's typical that Greg didn't even mention my topless state. I was lying outside with my chest exposed and my skirt opened at the slit with my knees slightly bent and fallen to the sides. I'm sure he could have gotten a clear view of my pussy if he had wanted. But that might actually require some effort and heaven forbid he put any of that into our life. Sometimes he drove me crazy, and not in the I-want-to-fuck-your-brains out way. After several minutes of lying on my back, I unwrapped my skirt and rolled over to my stomach, exposing my ass to the sun's warm rays. I was just drifting off to sleep when I heard a loud bang coming from across the alley. I lifted my head and looked over my shoulder to see a young man in the window of the house behind me. Oh my. Look at him, I thought. He was staring at me like he had just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Maybe he would enjoy seeing what my husband ignored. I smiled and lifting my torso up, rolled back over to reveal my naked body. I continued to look at him for what must have only been a few seconds but felt like several minutes as we made eye contact. He was gorgeous, with dark hair and his muscled chest bare from the waist up. The window stopped me from seeing past his waist, but I liked to think he was watching me while he was completely naked. I hoped his cock had lengthened and hardened while he took in my nude form, my shaved pussy and my tits displayed for his lustful eyes. He lifted his right hand and gave me an arrogant wave. I felt my pussy clench and start to moisten. I smiled back and threw him a little wink as I reached over to take a sip of my drink. When I looked back up, he was gone. The only sign that he had been there at all was the swaying curtain. I wondered if he was the man of the house, or whether he lived with his parents. He looked pretty young, and I thought he was probably in his early twenties or so. Julie, my next door neighbor, had said the new neighbors were a family of three. Surely he wasn't the husband with a wife and child? I needed to welcome the new family sooner than I'd thought. I decided I was done tanning for the day, and went back inside the cool house. "Hey Greg; I'm done," I said to my husband while I stood in the doorway to our media room. "I'm going to go take a shower and get all this sweat and tanning lotion off." I had wrapped the skirt around my waist, leaving my upper body bare, and the cool room was turning my nipples into hard little pebbles. "Okay, babe," Greg replied, looking at my uncovered chest. Now he notices, I thought. His movie must be done. I walked across the hall and through my bedroom into the master bath. I leaned down to turn on the shower and adjusted the temperature to my liking. As I was bending over, I wasn't surprised to feel a hand touch my back. When I looked over my shoulder, I saw Greg was standing behind me, smiling and staring at my covered ass. Slowly, he moved his hand down onto my butt; he squeezed a handful and then continued on to move his hand in between my legs. As he rubbed me, he said, "I thought maybe you could use some company." "Always," I replied. And maybe this time do you think you can work up the energy to get me to come? were the words I left unsaid. I stood to remove my skirt and his hand dropped from me to join the other in removing his clothes. As we stepped into the glassed-in shower, I noticed Greg's semi-erection. His cock is a respectable seven inches when fully erect and it was already at half-mast. He has a nice body and he works hard to keep from getting soft around the middle. With his blonde hair and striking blue eyes, he has what I would typically call "pretty-boy good looks". People say we make a nice-looking couple. I quickly turned my body towards the showerhead and rinsed off. Greg grabbed the soap and worked up lather on his hands. He then reached around me and started working the lather onto my breasts. He rubbed around the orbs and slowly worked in towards my nipples. When he pinched the tips, I felt the shock all the way to my cunt. One of Greg's hands slid down my stomach, past my bald pussy mound, and stopped on my clit. He started stroking, and I felt my pussy starting to get wet in anticipation of a hard cock being inside. While Greg was working my clit, he started sliding his cock in between my legs, and I could feel it gliding across my pussy lips, wanting entrance. I leaned forward and placed my hands on the tiled wall, preparing to let him use my body. Greg pulled his hips back and when he thrust forward again, I felt his cockhead slide into me. "Oh God!" I squealed. I wasn't as ready or wet as I needed to be, and I could feel my walls protesting the intrusion. He grabbed my hips and continued to thrust forward until I felt his pubes rubbing against my ass. "Shh," my husband whispered. Greg likes it when we're quiet because he likes the sound of our bodies mating. I love to talk while I fuck, so I always have to concentrate on not making a sound for him. When we first got together we used to compromise; but now if I start talking, he loses his hard-on. I'm sure that means he's imagining I'm someone else or some such shit and when I talk I ruin the fantasy; but I need sex, so I keep quiet. Greg continued to thrust against me and into me. With every thrust and withdrawal of his penis, I felt my body produce the required moisture. I wanted release. I wanted to feel the all-consuming pleasure that takes over a body and releases a flood of bliss. I focused on the sensation of the engorged flesh sliding into my now-drenched cunt, ignoring everything but the feeling of the warm rigid flesh moving and gliding against my walls. I started to feel my orgasm approaching and I pushed back against him. I wanted the thrusts deeper and harder, but Greg kept them shallow. He lost his rhythm, and I knew that meant he was close to coming. I reached one hand behind me to grab and pull on his hip to keep him thrusting, but it didn't work. I felt his cock swell and then explode inside me as he shot his load. Damn! I'm almost there! He withdrew his cock from my still-needy cunt and kissed my shoulder blade. I felt the cool air against my back as he opened the shower door and said, "Thanks, babe. I'll let you to finish your shower now." I turned my head to watch through the frosted glass as he picked up his clothes from the floor and walked out of the bathroom. He shut the door behind him and left me alone and unsatisfied. I wished I could say this was the first time, but it wasn't; it had been like this a lot for the past couple of months, and I was getting pretty damn tired of it. I continued to lean forward and moved one of my hands to my now semen drenched pussy. My arousal hadn't left me; and as I pushed two fingers into my soaking cunt, I could feel my orgasm building again. I closed my eyes and, suddenly, the image of the young man in the window came to my mind. I saw him staring at me again, but this time I could see his full body. In my mind, he was naked; and as I watched him, he reached down to grab his cock and started to stroke himself in front of me. One, two, three plunges of my fingers, and I was coming. I felt my pussy muscles clench, milking my fingers, and I continued to finger-fuck myself through the pleasure as my mental image faded. When my heart rate settled down, I removed my fingers and finished my shower. **** "Hi; my name is Kim. I'm your neighbor across the alley." "Nice to meet you; my name is Tommy," the man who opened the door replied. He was not the guy I had seen in the window. This man was an older and fully-dressed version of the window guy, wearing a t-shirt and cargo shorts. He must be the father, which was confirmed for me a few seconds later. "My family and I just moved in a few weeks ago." "I know; I saw the trucks. I'm so sorry I haven't been able to come over earlier; this summer has just been so crazy for my husband and me. I brought you brownies as a welcoming gift," I said, handing him the plate I was carrying. Greg had decided not to come over with me; and after I had gotten dressed and ready, I left him at home taking a nap. In case I saw the window guy again, I had decided to dress both a little casual and sexy with a tight black t-shirt, no bra, and cut-off jean shorts with flip flops. I had pulled my hair back in a ponytail and put a little make-up on. "Ah, a bribe. Come in, come in," he said, pulling the door open wider. I stepped into the foyer and saw the house was exactly like my own except to the left of the front door. Instead of the long hallway leading to the bedrooms ending in a large hall closet, this hallway ended at stairs leading to the second floor. "Keller!" Tommy yelled. "Come downstairs and meet the neighbor!" He turned to me and motioned towards the living room. "Have a seat; my son will be down shortly. My wife is out grocery shopping; she'll be disappointed she missed meeting you," he then said to me. I moved into the living room and sat on one of the two brown leather sofas. Tommy placed the plate of brownies on the coffee table in front of me. "Oh, I'm sure I'll meet her another time. So, where are you from?" I asked. Before Tommy could answer me, we heard steps coming down the stairs and we both looked in that direction. From where I sat, I could see the hallway leading to the stairs; and sure enough, Keller was the guy I had seen through the window, the guy I had envisioned while I masturbated earlier that afternoon. "Keller, meet Kim, our new neighbor. Kim, this is my son Keller," Tommy said. I stood and turned to shake Keller's hand. He had the most adorable shocked look on his face. I could practically see the thoughts running through his head. Is she here to tell my dad I was spying on her? Is she here to rat me out? Will she say anything, or keep quiet? I decided to play with him a little. "Oh, we've kind of already met. Earlier today, actually," I said to Tommy, keeping my stare on Keller, whose eyes widened slightly at my words. "Really? I didn't think you had left the house all day, Keller," Tommy said, looking at his son. "What? Oh, yeah, I, uh, went out to my truck in the driveway earlier and, and ran into Kim," Keller replied his eyes pleading with me to keep quite. I smiled and I wondered if his dad could tell he was lying. "Yeah, I was out in my backyard and heard some noise from your house. I looked to see what it was and saw your son," I told Tommy, keeping up the fib. "I hope I didn't disturb you. I was looking for my iPod and knocked something over." Keller said to me. "I didn't mean to startle you." I saw the lust flair in his eyes as he realized I wasn't here to confront him and he took his first good look at me from close up. "No; I just wasn't expecting anyone to be around," I said to him. Turning to his dad I said, "So, you never answered where you are from?" "Oh, we're from the other side of Dallas. This is closer to my work and Keller's college, so we moved to this area. So far we are enjoying it," he answered. "Well, I'm glad. I hope everyone has been welcoming. Actually, the neighborhood is planning on having a barbeque soon. You and your family should definitely come," I said to Tommy. "I'll make sure you get an invite." "That would be wonderful. My family and I would love to attend," he said. "Great. Well, I need to be going, but it was nice meeting both of you," I said as I turned to look at Keller. "I hope I see you again real soon." I was halfway down the walk when looked back over my shoulder and caught Keller watching my swaying ass. His eyes shot to mine, and I smiled. "Welcome to the neighborhood." ***** Around one o'clock the next day, I decided it was another beautiful day for tanning and I didn't have any other plans for the weekend. I made myself an iced tea, grabbed my book, and went outside. I was hoping to see someone in the window across the alley, but it was empty and dark. Is he still sleeping? Is he even home? I was hoping he had caught my hint and would be expecting another little show. I knew I was a couple of years older than him, maybe ten or twelve, but I also could tell he liked the view yesterday. Greg had left for some appointment about an hour ago; golfing, I think. He made an appointment for everything; he even scheduled sex most of the time. It's one thing when you schedule your fucking because of children. I get that. Spontaneity goes out the window when a child or baby needs to be fed, changed, and put down to nap. But we don't have children. We had talked about starting a family, but we've only been married a couple of years and neither one of us is in a rush. Greg didn't want me to get a job, so I had nothing but time on my hands and nothing to do with it. I guess you could have called me the typical "bored housewife." I took off my tanning skirt and laid down on the lounge chair on my belly; paging through my book, I turned to the last page I had read. The hero had just caught the heroine in a sex club and was dragging her back to her apartment, demanding to know why she had been there. She didn't want to tell him the real reason was so that she would find out what kind of kinks he liked, and she was afraid that he would laugh because all she'd ever had was vanilla sex. I didn't think he would and was pretty certain they were about to have some non-vanilla sex. I started reading and was getting aroused by the words; I could feel my pussy starting to drip. I flexed my hips against the lounge squeezing my clit between my pelvis bone and the chair; my pussy muscles tightened, wanting a cock inside. My breasts pressed against the chair, and with my arousal getting stronger, my nipples pulled into tight buds and were being abraded on the coarse fabric as I continued to rub my mound on the chair. The stimulation felt wonderful, but I needed more. I rolled over onto my back and continued to read as I slid my hand down my stomach towards my cunt. I spread my legs and rubbed my middle finger along my lips, gathering my juice. I slid my wet finger on and around my clit, spreading my moisture. The thought that I was outside and could be seen by Keller or his parents should have made me stop; instead, it only spurned me on. I started picturing myself as the heroine in the story. It was me the hero had just pushed up against the wall. I was the one having my mouth ravaged. The one having her breasts fondled. I was the one being turned around and stripped bare. The one being bent over the couch. I was the one having her cunt stroked and the one having a hard cock shoved into her. I was the one being fucked. The one feeling the cock pull out only to be stuffed full again. I plunged my fingers inside my pussy and started to finger-fuck myself for the second time in as many days. I moved my fingers in time with the words on the page. I wanted to be the one who was fucked to fulfillment. I continued my fantasy and when the heroine exploded in orgasm, so did I. I felt the inside tightening and the ripples of pleasure down my spine. I felt the warm rush of my liquid satisfaction surround my fingers. As I read the words, I swear I could almost feel the hot sperm of her lover hit my cervix. I read as he pulled her up and kissed her back and neck. I read until he pulled himself out of her and they watched their cum drip down her leg. I closed my eyes as I caught my breath. When I opened them again, I saw movement in the window. Keller was there. He was watching me. Did I care? I don't know, but it's too late now, might as well go for the gold. I still had my fingers buried inside me and I slowly removed them and slid my hand back up my body, leaving a small trail of my juices. Making eye contact, I slid my wet fingers into my mouth and licked them clean. His jaw dropped and even though I couldn't see below his waist, I knew what he was doing. Anyone could have figured it out. If not from the way his arm moved, then from the pained pleasure that flashed across his face as he reached his own climax. We had watched each other masturbate. Looking down, he rested his forehead against the window while he caught his breath. I wasn't sure what to do. I loved the idea of being watched, but the reality is different and I wasn't sure what to make of it. I picked up my book from the ground where it had fallen in my distraction and went back inside the house. I wasn't sure exactly where this would lead or where I wanted it to lead, but I knew I was done tanning for the day. **** It was about 5:30 p.m. and few minutes after my shower when Greg arrived home. He wasn't the most amicable of men when he walked in the door, and I knew he had had a bad golf game or something. The first thing he did was toss his hat and keys on the side table and go straight to our bedroom. I stayed where I was on our sofa in the living room. I had been trying to read more of my book, but I couldn't stop thinking about what I had started with the neighbor's son. Would he tell his parents? Would they say something to me? Or my husband? Surely not. I hadn't done anything wrong. I was on my own property, in my own yard. He was the one who watched me. Yes, I knew he might be able to see if he looked out the window, but I hadn't masturbated for him. On purpose, at least. "What's for dinner? I'm starved." I looked up to find Greg standing in the doorway. "I don't know; I didn't plan on anything. I figured you would go out with the guys for drinks afterward and wouldn't be home for dinner," I told him. "Let's just order in a pizza," he told me. Finding My Pleasure "Are you sure? I could probably find something to make in the fridge," I asked him. "Yeah, I'm sure. I don't want you to go to too much trouble or anything," he said with sarcasm on his way to the kitchen. "Ass. It's not my fault your day was shitty, so quit taking it out on me," I said, following him. "If I had made something and you didn't show up it would have gone to waste. Maybe you should have called to tell me you were coming home." We were fighting and for no real reason other than one of us were in a bad mood. "Or you could have been prepared. You don't do anything else all day," Greg said, walking up to me and grabbing my hips. I started to back up and Greg followed, keeping his grip on me. I placed my hands on his forearms, trying to push his hands away. "Hey, I want to get a job. You're the one who keeps saying you don't want me too," I argued back. "Because you don't need to get a job. You need to stay home and take care of the house," Greg said as he started to back me up against the counter. Greg leaned down, putting his lips next to my ear and whispered, "And me." He slid his mouth down and started kissing my soft spot beneath my ear. I was wearing a low-cut tank top and my upper chest was exposed, showing a significant amount of cleavage. Greg moved his lips along my neck, spreading open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone avoiding my breasts. "Greg, stop. I'm mad at you," I weakly said. This is what he wants to hear. In addition to quiet sex, he also loves angry sex. "No," he replied. He slid one of his hands up underneath my shirt to roughly palm one of my breasts. His other hand went under my skirt and forcefully pushed his hand between my legs. "You want this." He started rubbing my pussy through my panties. "Greg, stop," I softly protested. "I can already feel how wet you are." He didn't know the moisture was from my earlier recounting of the afternoon experience I'd had. Greg slid his fingers under the edge of my panties and stroked my bare pussy lips. His fingers circled around my pussy hole, never once slipping in, as his other hand kept up his ministrations on my breast, tweaking my nipple. "Oh God, Greg," I whispered. "Oh God, Greg, what?" he replied. "Please." "Please, what?" "Please fuck me," I begged. Greg pulled his hand out from my underwear and pushed it down my legs. He placed his hands on my hips, twisted me around, and bent me over the countertop. After flipping up my skirt, he swiftly undid his pants and pulled his hard cock out. I reached back to take ahold of it and rubbed his cock along my pussy, moistening the tip. Greg thrust his hips forward and shoved himself into me in one hard stroke. I grabbed hold of the counter as he started to thrust. However, he soon lost interest in giving me pleasure and was solely focusing on finding his own. I knew if I wanted to climax, I would have to do it myself. I tightened my pussy muscles and released the counter with one hand to play with my clit with my fingers. In my mind's eye I saw Keller; but instead of at the window again, he was in my backyard. He was standing over me and had his hand wrapped around the steel length of his cock, stroking and pulling the soft skin tight over the blood engorged head. His head was thrown back and... With a strangled cry and one last thrust, Greg slammed into me and spurted inside while he found his release. No! I'm almost there! I tried to continue to keep my momentum going by continuing to stroke my clit, but it was a lost cause. The disappointment of once again fucking my husband without any climax had my arousal fading as fast as his penis had deflated and left my body. Greg rested his forehead against my back as he collected his breath. Once he recovered, he stood up and lowered my skirt back down. "I'll call for the pizza, babe. Why don't you go get cleaned up," he said to me and walked away to go get the phone. I removed my hand from underneath my skirt and stood back up. Picking up my panties from the floor, I left the kitchen. I could feel gravity taking over as it caused Greg's spunk to run down my leg. **** I was in the shower when I heard Greg say through the curtain, "Hey, Kim. I called Rich, and him and the guys are out getting drinks. Thanks to you my mood has improved, so I thought I would go join them." "What about the pizza?" I asked rinsing the soap off of my arms. "I haven't ordered it yet." "Oh. Okay, well, bye, then." I grabbed the washcloth and poured some more body wash into it. I had just put the cloth to my stomach when the curtain was flung back. "Hey, what are you doing?" I yelped. "You're not mad at me. Are you?" "No, not mad. Just, I don't know, disappointed," I answered. It showed a lot about our lives that he didn't even know or care that I was always left unsatisfied after sex. "I already told the guys I would meet them. Why don't you order the pizza anyway and call one of your friends over?" Greg suggested. He misunderstood me, and I didn't correct him. He thought I meant I was disappointed about him leaving. We had had the "our sex life" talk before, and what I wanted or needed just didn't seem to matter. During the discussion he seemed to understand; but when it came to the actual act, he just forgot or didn't care. I loved the guy, but sometimes I didn't like him much. How do you tell someone he's a lousy selfish lover? And not hurt him. I had already approached it like all the books said: gently, calmly and non-confrontationally. It didn't work, and I was clueless as to what to do now. So I left him with the misunderstanding. "Actually, a pizza does sound good. Could you order it for me?" I asked my husband. "Sure, babe. Your usual?" "Yes. Thanks," I added. By the time I got out of the shower, he was gone, but he'd left me a note on the kitchen counter next to two twenty dollar bills. Hey babe, I didn't order the pizza. I was in a hurry to leave. When you do order, can you get some extra pizza for me? I'm not sure how long I will be out drinking and I might be hungry when I get home. Greg Figures. **** I was in the back of the house when I heard the sound of the delivery guy at the front door. As I walked up to the over to answer it, I looked through one of the front windows and saw Keller standing there holding a couple of pizzas. My heart started racing and I took a few moments to calm down. He looked a little worn out like he'd spent a hard day at work. His shirt was crumpled and had a couple of grease stains, but he was just as gorgeous as usual. I looked down at my oversized t-shirt and wish I had put something sexier on after my shower. I shrugged. Nothing I can do about it now, I thought as I opened the door. "I didn't expect to see you here," I said with a welcoming smile. "It's not glamorous, but it gets the bills paid," he replied with a smile. "It can't be paying all that much." I noticed his eyes taking a leisurely tour of my body. "No, but it's paying something, and that counts." "Speaking of paying. How much do I owe you?" I asked. He checked the ticket before replying, "Twenty-five fifty." I grabbed the cash Greg had left off of the side table next to the door and handed it to him. "Here. Keep the change," I said, and took the boxes from him. He counted out the funds and replied, "That's nearly a fifteen dollar tip. I can't take that." "Sure you can. I don't have anything smaller than the twenties." "I've got change out in the car. I'll go get it," he said as he turned to go. "Keller," I whispered. And he stopped. He turned back to face me with confusion in his eyes. "Keller, are you done working?" I asked. A wary, "Yes," was his response. "This is way too much pizza for just me. Why don't you come in and eat a late dinner with me? My husband is out for the night and I could really use some company other than my book," I said as I stepped back to allow him inside. He nodded his head as he walked through the front door. I wasn't sure if he accepted my excuse or if he just wanted to see were this would lead him. My house was silent and the door shutting seemed unnaturally loud. "Here let me grab those for you," he offered as he took the pies back from me. He followed me down the hall to the living room and placed the pizzas down where I indicated on the coffee table. "Sit down, and I'll get some plates," I told him. "You want something to drink?" "Sure." Along with the plates I also grabbed two bottles of beer from the fridge. "I'm not sure how old you are, but I brought you a beer. I hope you can have it?" I asked. "Yeah, I'm old enough to have it," he replied and smiled at me. I handed him one of the drinks and leaned over to open one of the pizza boxes. I purposely let the neck of my shirt gape open giving him a direct view of my swaying breasts. When I looked up from my bent over position I saw he had taken the bait; and judging from the growing length in his pants, he was enjoying the view. As I moved around the couch to sit next to him I said, "I would normally change, but since you've seen me naked I figure there's not much point," I shrugged. He just smiled, but didn't or couldn't lift his eyes from my chest. "So, I think your dad mentioned something about you going to school. Did you attend classes this summer?" "Yeah. I want to get done with school as soon as possible. I'm trying to save enough so that this winter I can move out and not have to work so much while I finish my last semester," he answered. "I remember those days. Working, going to class, and not really doing much else." We continued to talk and eat and got to know each other outside of the backyard viewings. We discussed all sorts of different topics: What he was majoring in; what he wanted to do with his degree. We talked about how I had gone to college and gotten a degree but when I got married, my husband had asked me to quit working. I explained how I was growing bored and wanted to get another job but anytime I discussed it with Greg, he would get upset and we would argue. He explained to me how the move to this neighborhood was really for his mom. "There was kind of a scandal, and she wanted to leave," he told me. We were facing each other each with an arm resting on the back of the sofa. I had pulled one of my legs underneath me and my t-shirt had ridden up my thighs. I noticed Keller kept stealing peeks at the shadowed V between my legs. I opened them slightly to give him a better view. I could feel my pussy getting moist and knew there would be a dark stain on my light blue panties. The thought of Keller knowing how aroused I was only made me wetter. I wanted to see if he was hard, but I couldn't. I would occasionally glance down at his lap, but since he also had a bent leg resting on the couch it was difficult to tell. He either wasn't hard, or was good at hiding it. "What kind of scandal?" I asked looking back into his eyes. "I don't really want to get into it right now; I shouldn't even have mentioned it. Let's just say there was some neighborhood gossip and my mom needed to leave, so we did," he shared as he gave me a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to pry," I said as I placed my hand on his. "No, it's ok. You're ok. It's just...It's so easy to talk to you. I find myself telling you things I normally wouldn't share with someone I've only recently met." "I feel the same way." I thought back over the last month, and I remembered all the times Greg brushed me off to go see his friends or go hang out at some bar. I recalled all of the times he had left me unsatisfied after sex. Then I thought about the last few days and how without even touching me, Keller had made me feel more sexy and alive than I had in a long time. I thought about all the discreet glances and what I hoped they meant, what I needed them to mean. And I made my decision. I rubbed my thumb along the knuckles of his hand and said, "Keller, I want to ask you something, and I want you to be honest." He tore his eyes away from my shirt hem and replied, "Sure. Ask me." "Do you think I'm attractive?" I asked. "Uh, I, I think you're beautiful," he asked. He looked at me like I had just grown a second head. "That's sweet," I said as I smiled at him. "It's true. You're beautiful and sexy. I don't know why you would even have to ask me that." He pushed his legs out and for the first time tonight I was able to see his stiff cock under his jeans. At the sight my pussy clenched and I felt more moisture gather in my panties. "I have a confession, Keller." I removed my hand from on top of his and placed it on his thigh. He swallowed. "What's that?" "I think you're sexy, too," I whispered. "In fact, I want you. Do you want me?" I watched his hands flex and then squeeze into fists like he was trying to stop himself from reaching out. "Yes," he whispered. I grabbed one of his hands in both of mine. I peeled his fingers lose and placed his open palm on my breast. He went straight to work on it; tweaking and rolling the tightening nipple while he palmed the rest. "Oh, yes," I moaned. I placed my hand back on his thigh and slid it upwards until I was caressing his denim-covered shaft. I felt the warmth and the solid strength even through his thick pants. His eyes shut and he groaned in pleasure. I lifted up onto my knees to straddle him and put my lips on his. I felt him place his hands on my hips as his tongue entered my mouth. I savored the feeling of our wet tongues meeting and dancing for dominance as they slipped against each other. I needed more. I pressed my hips down and rubbed my wet panties along the crotch of his jeans. I tore my mouth from his and pulled my shirt over my head, exposing my naked breasts to Keller's gaze. His eyes scorched my body as they moved from one breast to another. "Dear God, you're even more amazing up close," he whispered. Each of his hands went to a breast; he lifted one to his mouth and began leave soft kisses around my nipple. Sticking out his tongue, he licked around one, gently sucking it into his mouth and biting softly down. My hips jerked and I moaned as I felt the pleasure shoot straight to my clit. I kissed his forehead, his ear and neck, and anywhere I could reach as I moved my fingers to his chest, pulling his shirt from the waistband of his pants. He let my nipple pop out of his mouth and leaned forward to help me get his shirt off. I grabbed it from him and tossed the shirt behind myself onto the table. We ignored the soft thud of something hitting the carpet. As soon as his head cleared the shirt, he placed his lips back onto my nipple. He couldn't seem to get enough. His hand went to my covered pussy as I started to grapple with the buttons on his jeans. I felt his fingers move my panties aside and explore around my exposed pussy. "Oh, Keller. Yes," I gasped. He grazed my clit, found my wet hole, and gave a shallow push inside with a single finger. I jerked my hips onto his hand, wanting more. "God, Kim, you're soaked," he mumbled against my breast. "For you. All for you. I need you inside of me, Keller." I felt his hips jerk up at my words. I focused my attention on his pants; and to our mutual relief, I finally got them unfastened. He gave my nipple a last little bite and pulled, stretching it out before letting it pop free of his teeth and lifting his head. He removed his finger from my cunt and leaned back against the couch tilting his hips up while I pushed his pants and boxers down around his thighs. Once his cock was free, I wrapped my hand around it and squeezed. His jaw clenched and he groaned. I stroked him, pulling the silky skin over the engorged cockhead and sliding my hand back down. His cock was longer and thicker than Greg's and my pussy tightened at the thought of it being deep inside me. Our lips met back together and he pushed his tongue into my mouth. His hand went back to my pussy and he roughly shoved three fingers inside. He pulled his fingers back and when they were almost free, he thrust them back in. I felt his fingers twist and scissor around inside as he explored me trying to learn all my sweet spots. I felt him withdrawing his digits as they curled and he hit my g-spot. I shuddered and tore my mouth free. "Oh, dear God. Fuck me. Fuck me now. Please..." I begged. I knew this man, who was not my husband, was going to give me pleasure. I knew I was going to find release with a cock inside of me for the first time in a very long time. I lifted my hips and reached down to press his cock against my soaked hole. Keller removed his hand and as I lowered my hips his cock slid right in. We both gasped at the pleasure. "Oh, Keller. You feel so good." I could feel him deeper than Greg had ever gone. I felt the welcomed stretch of my walls as they adjusted to the new and unaccustomed size. "You're so warm and tight," he moaned. "Move, baby; I need you to move." He placed his hands back on my hips and started pushing and pulling me in the rhythm he wanted. My hands on his shoulders for leverage, I moved with his timing and soon the sounds of our two wet bodies slapping together was background noise to the moans and gasps of pleasure that filled the room. I felt the ache of warm solid flesh entering and then almost leaving my body. I felt my pussy clenching around his cock trying to prevent it from leaving my womb and relaxing as he pushed back in. I felt the heightened sensation of coming release when the head of his cock rubbed against my cervix. "Oh, oh, Keller, I'm close," I shouted, throwing my head back. My pussy walls started to contract and my body started to strain, trying to rise over the peak. "Yeah, baby. Come for me," Keller grunted. He lifted his hips and pulled me toward him, burying his face in my neck and slamming himself in into the hilt. He pulled back and slammed in again. And I was lost. "Oh, Keller, Keller, yes, I'm coming," I screamed, my pussy tightening around him, milking him of his seed. I felt him expand and spurt into me. "Yes, yes, yes. Fuck. Fuck," he growled into my neck. His warm cum shot inside of my body; my pussy clenched in reaction, trying to gather as much as it could. We stayed still for a while, our faces buried in each other's necks, our sweat-slicked bodies wrapped tightly around one another trying to breathe in the needed air. His cock jerked as my pussy rippled in pleasant aftershocks. I felt alive and invigorated. "Thank you," I whispered in his ear. I finally got what I needed, what I had been craving for months. He pulled back trailing kisses on my neck before lifting his head and leaving his arms wrapped loosely around me. "You don't regret it?" he asked. "No. No, I don't." I smiled and leaned forward to kiss him. When I lifted my head my eyes were drawn to the clock on the mantle. "Shit; you have to go," I said. It was almost midnight and Greg could be home any minute. "What? Why?" Keller asked. "My husband will be home; and while I love seeing you here. I'm sure he won't." I jumped up and felt his cock leave my body with a wet plop. I looked down and saw our cum smeared across my cunt and dripping down my thigh. I scooped some up with my finger and brought it to my lips, wiping it across them like lip gloss. Keller growled and stood up, taking me into his arms and thrusting his tongue into my mouth. Along with my juice and his tongue, there was another flavor I hoped to experience more of later. I pulled away and laughed, "Seriously, you have to go." He sighed and let go of me, "Yeah, I know." He bent over and pulled up his jeans. I saw his shirt lying on the floor and when I leaned over to pick it up I saw it had a large beer stain on it. Sometime during our fray a beer bottle had fallen and soaked the shirt and the carpet. I heard an appreciative wolf whistle and looked up to find Keller playfully leering at my bent over ass as he tucked himself into his pants. Finding My Pleasure "Here, get dressed," I said as I smiled and handed him his uniform shirt. "I'm sorry; some beer was spilt on it," I said as I picked up my shirt and put it on. He smiled, and pulled his shirt over his head. "It was worth it." Then his eyes clouded over and for the first time since we had had sex he looked unsure of himself. "Um, I'm not sure how to ask this so I'm just going to ask. Will I see you again?" I smiled, "I'm sure if you look out your window again, you will." "Kim...That's not what I meant and you know it." I walked up to him and smiled as I caressed his cheek with my fingers. "I know," I whispered. "I was just teasing. I would love to see you," I moved my hand from his cheek to his covered crotch, "and him, again." He grinned and pressed his lips to my palm. "Good," he whispered. I felt his beard stubble along my hand and idly wondered if I had marks on my skin Greg would notice. I lifted onto my toes and kissed his other cheek and murmured, "Come on; I'll walk you out." I showed him to the door and our lips met in a lingering kiss. Our bodies came together as our hands sought the newly discovered wonders of each other. I was lost. It was amazing how quickly I became accustomed to the feeling of his mouth on mine, to the sensation of his tongue tangling with mine and the touch of his hands exploring my breasts. I already loved the feeling of his covered shaft rubbing against my body as he ached for relief. I heard the clock strike midnight and reality came crashing back down. I tore my mouth form his and said, "Keller, Keller, you have to go." He groaned and replied, "I know. But, fuck, I don't want to. I want to lay you down on this floor, spread your legs and ram my hard prick into your slick cunt. I want to fuck you until you scream and claw my back. I want to pound into you until you writhe and spasm underneath me. And then I want to make you do it again." "Oh, fuck," I moaned. I felt my knees grow weak and if Keller hadn't still been holding me I would have fallen to the floor. It was then we heard the noise of the garage door opening. "Shit," I panicked pushing myself from his arms. "You have to go." Keller pressed a quick kiss to my lips and whispered, "Think about me," before opening the door and running back to his car. I quickly shut the door and looked around the room for any evidence of our tryst. The couch cushions were in disarray, the fallen beer bottle was still lying on the carpet, and it was obvious someone else had shared dinner with me. I heard the garage door lowering. I ran around the room straightening the cushions, gathering the trash to dispose and quickly fixing up the room the best I could. There was nothing I could do about the beer stain at the moment. The only other evidence I couldn't find. My soiled panties were missing and I was running out of time. The door from the garage to the kitchen slammed shut and I gave up looking. I ran down the hall, threw off my shirt, and jumped into the shower. The water was ice cold when I switched it on and I had to stifle my scream. "Honey, I'm home!" I heard being yelled through the house. I tried to control my shaking as I hollered back, "Hi; I'm just taking a shower. I spilled beer and I was all sticky." While not a lie, it was not particularly my best excuse ever. "Oh, is that what was on the carpet?" Greg asked from the other side of the glass door. "Yeah, I'll clean it up in a minute," I replied. If not my heart, then at least my voice was now under control. "There is some pizza still in the box if you want it." "Nah; I ate while I was out. I think I'm just going to go to bed," he told me as he left. "Fine. Night," I said in frustration. He doesn't have time to order me some pizza, but he has the time to write a note about it. In the note, he asks me to order extra for him, but then he eats out and doesn't want it. Asshole! That night when I crawled into bed after my shower, I slept the best night of sleep I've had in a long, long time. **** The next day, Greg left for work earlier than usual. I was actually kind of surprised he didn't call in sick. When he woke up that morning, his eyes were bloodshot and his face was a little pale, but he said he had an important meeting and left shortly after breakfast. I was a little nervous while we ate. I guess I was expecting him to sense the difference in me, but he never even looked up from reading his newspaper. I actually think a little part of me was disappointed. I wanted him to see the satisfaction that was written all over my face. If he had been paying attention to me at all, he would have seen it. I spent the next few hours cleaning the house, washing the laundry, and alternately searching for my missing panties. Around one o'clock, I went outside for what was quickly becoming my regular tanning session. I laid down in my usual lounge chair and pulled my tanning skirt open to completely reveal my body to the heat of the bright sun. I was hoping to see Keller again and maybe provide him another show, but I didn't see him in the dark window. I let my eyes drift shut and thought of Keller up in his room, looking out the window and seeing me completely bare. I imagined his cock hardening at the sight. My thoughts were making me aroused and I moved one of my hands along my body, caressing the already sweat slicked skin of my stomach and cupping my hand over my mound. I squeezed and rolled my clit between two fingers, giving a slight tug. Still manipulating and playing with my clit with one hand, I clutched at my breast with the other. I pinched the tightened nipple and pulled. I let myself think of Keller with his hand around his cock stroking himself to the image of me with one hand working my cunt and the other massaging my breast. My fantasy continued until I heard the back gate of my fence slam close. I opened my eyes and saw the darkened outline of a man with his back to the sun and I immediately recognized my lover. As he walked toward me, his body blocked the sun from my eyes and I was able to see him more clearly. He was wearing only a pair of loose cargo shorts and I could clearly see the tented bulge of his hard cock. When he was close enough to touch, I sat up and put my hands to work on the buttons of his shorts. His hands went to my hair when I pushed his shorts and boxers down, freeing his stiff cock to my gaze. I leaned forward and opened my mouth to allow him inside, sliding my tongue along the underside of his cock. "Yes," he groaned low in his throat as he moved his hand from my hair to fondle my breasts; pulling and teasing my nipples. I circled my tongue around the head of his cock, gently caressing his little slit with the tip. I collected the pre-cum that dripped out on my tongue and swallowed the small taste of him. The pure flavor drove me wild. I hurried to stand up, dislodging his hands in the process. I pushed against his chest until he fell to his knees and then onto his back with a grunt. "What the...Oh, God," he groaned as I knelt above him and took his full length back into my hot mouth. I lifted my head up until only the crown of his cock was still in my mouth. I pulled my cheeks in, giving a little suction on just the tip before taking more of him back into my warmth and feeling his cock hit the back of my throat. I fought the urge to gag and repeated the process of lifting my head and sliding back down, each time taking a little more of him into my mouth. The next time his cock hit the back of my throat, I relaxed my muscles and swallowed, taking him all the way into my mouth, my nose being tickled by his hairs. "Oh, fuck, Kim," Keller groaned, his hands tangling and tightening into fists in my hair. Tears came to my eyes as I fought to control my gagging. I pulled my head up and let his cock slip out of my throat before taking a breath and going back down. This time when he was in my throat, I continued to swallow working his cock with my neck muscles. "So fucking good. Turn around," Keller moaned as my head lifted. He twisted his torso and I felt his hand pulling on my thigh. I turned my body and lifted my leg over his head, so I was straddling his face. I quickly bent back down needing his cock in my mouth again. "So beautiful," I heard him murmur. Then I felt his tongue touch my labia and I whimpered around his cock. I wrapped my arms around his legs as I continued to take him in and out of my mouth. The next time I swallowed him into my throat, I used my fingers to gently knead his balls. I felt his hips jerk and his tongue push into my pussy. Then it was my turn for my hips to jerk as pleasure flashed through my body. As I worked on his cock, I felt his tongue find my clit and two fingers enter me. He slid his fingers in and out of my pussy with the timing of his cock going into my throat. When he was again completely impaled down my neck, his lips wrapped around my clit and he gently bit down, sending me into an immediate and unexpected climax. His cock slid out of my throat as I lifted my head to breathe through the intense ecstasy. "God, yes," I groaned as I felt the warm fluid of my release gush around his fingers as my pussy muscles clasped them. Taking his cock back in my mouth and wrapping my hand around his shaft, I frantically tugged and pulled and sucked as I worked to bring forth his release. I felt his cock twitch against my tongue, and I automatically swallowed when I felt his hot spunk hit the back of my throat. I kept my lips wrapped around his cock as I swallowed several more spurts. I felt his cock softening in my mouth, but I continued to work his shaft with my lips, wanting everything he had to give, before allowing his cock to leave my mouth. His tongue was still circling my clit; his fingers still moving inside my pussy and as my orgasm released its hold on my body, my cunt became too sensitive. "That's enough," I whispered, lifting my hips out of his mouth's reach and resting my head on his thigh. I watched as his cock twitched with aftershocks. A small pearl of cum appeared at the slit and I stuck out my tongue to lick it off, pulling the last of his essence into my mouth. Keller groaned, "Damn woman." I felt him give a twist of his fingers as he removed them from inside me and started to rub my juices along my ass cheeks. I lifted my body away and rotated to rest my head on his chest, his arms circling around me. "That was better than my fantasy," I told him. "You fantasized about that?" he asked. "Yeah, didn't you?" "Of course, but I'm a horny guy. That's what we do," he replied with a soft laugh. "Well, it's what I do too," I admitted. I then realized that wasn't completely true. I couldn't remember a single time I ever fantasized about Greg, not even when we were dating. There were things I wanted him to do to me or with me, but I never fantasized about them. I never, not even once, masturbated to the images of him in my mind. "At least it's what I do when I think about you," I whispered. I must have drifted off to sleep shortly after my confession because the next thing I remember is Keller lifting me off of the hard concrete to carry me inside the house. I was exhausted, and I could barely keep my eyes open. He laid me down on the couch, kissed my forehead and whispered, "Sweet dreams," before he left out the back door. As I drifted off to sleep, I decided I could get used to being taken care of this way. Keller and I spent the next several weeks spending as much time together as we could manage. On the nights I knew Greg would be out, I would order pizza and Keller would make sure I was his last stop. We would eat a late dinner, have sex, and generally spend the evening in the bedroom. On the nights when Greg was home, I would find an excuse to go out: to the grocery store, the bakery, or anywhere, it didn't matter. I would call Keller, and he would either meet me or we would just talk on the phone. The closer I grew to Keller, the further apart Greg and I became. We stopped having sex completely. I'm not sure what he thought of that, but I didn't care. I couldn't stand to have him touch me; I couldn't even pretend anymore. My marriage was over, and had been for a long time. I got in touch with some of my old bosses and professors from college and put feelers out for jobs. I even had an interview with a potential employer scheduled for the following week. I contacted an attorney and we discussed my options. We agreed I needed a job before I filed for a divorce; I had committed adultery and I wasn't naïve enough to think Greg wouldn't find out about it, so I wouldn't be getting much, if any, in alimony. It was also a safe bet Greg wouldn't be paying for my divorce lawyer. If my interview goes well, then I will have my attorney file for my divorce after I receive my first paycheck. It is just a matter of timing. I don't know when, but I will get out of my marriage. I don't know what the future holds, and I don't know how long Keller will be interested in me. I know I want to be with him for the foreseeable future and it scares the shit out of me, but there it is. He is younger than me, and I figure he will eventually find a pretty twenty-something girl to leave me for and it will hurt me more than I can imagine. If that does happen, it will take a long, long time, but I will get over it and I will survive. I will eventually find someone else and I will be happy. I deserve to be happy. Keller taught me that. And for that, I will always be grateful.