2 comments/ 31839 views/ 4 favorites Shelly By: hunterwren "God, I'm so horny!" Shelly said. I laughed. "Omigod, I can't believe I said that." "Don't about it," I said. "But it's true." Shelly was always saying things like that and then apologizing. It was cute. She was cute. She lived across the hall from each other in the dorm and by the second week we were best friends. "What happened to that guy you were supposed to hook up with tonight?" I asked. "I don't know. Some friends of his are in town. They're annoying. We're supposed to meet up later but I don't know. What about you? "I'm just tired." "Me too." We were hanging out together in my room. My roommate was gone for the weekend and I enjoyed not having to put up with her. Shelly and I had spent the whole day together by this point; we'd gone to the gym together that morning and spent the rest of the day shopping and then hanging out in my room in our seats and T-shirts watching DVDs. "If I went out I'd have to change and fix my hair and everything. It's not worth the trouble." Shelly was lying on my roommate's bed. I was staring at her. She was a really cute girl, about 5'4" with long blonde hair, blue eyes and beautiful creamy tan skin that some blonde girls have. She had a cute little nose. I was about the same size, with brown hair and green eyes. My tan was a little darker that her. I'd worked at the beach that summer and my skin was still very dark. "Hunter?" She asked. "What?" "What are you staring at?" "I'm sorry." I turned away and looked over at the TV set. We were watching some dumb '80s movie. "That's OK," she said. Now she was one doing the staring. I looked her. She turned away and we both laughed and then fell silent for few more minutes. "I'm still horny," she said. "So go masturbate." "Here?" "Why not?" I was joking, of course, but I began to get a little excited. I looked over at her and she had her hand down the front of her sweats. "Omigod!" I said. "Shelly! "You told me to go ahead." "Yeah, In your own room." "Why not here?" I turned away and looked at the TV. I could hear her moving around on my roommate's bed. Her breathing changed. I looked over and she was really doing it. It made me wet. I turned away and put my hand down my pants and began to rub my clit. I didn't dare look over at her while I was doing it. I closed my eyes and thought about kissing her. Shelly said that she'd fooled around with girls before but I never had. I thought about what it would be like to be in bed with her. I opened my eyes and turned and looked at her. She was looking at me. She was very close and so was I. Then we both came. I put a pillow over my face and breathed in. I didn't know what to do next. "Hey," Shelly said. "You okay?" "Yeah," I said. "You." "Fine." I took the pillow off my face and sat up in bed. "That was a little weird," I said. "A little." Shelly got out of my roommate's bed and sat down next to me. She took the band out of her ponytail and let her hair fall down her shoulders. "Hey," she said. "Hey." "Can I lie down next to you?" "Sure." My bed was small, but we managed. Now we were lying next to each other our faces only inches away. "You know what I was thinking about?" She asked. "What." "Kissing you." "Yeah?" "I told you that I was with other girls before, right?" "Yeah." "Well, we did more than just fool around." "Oh." I turned red. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to kiss her but I was afraid. I just looked at her and smiled. She put her hand on my waist and drew me towards her. Just kiss me already, I thought. The idea that I might be gay didn't even occur to me at that point, it just felt good to be next to her and she smelled so good and I got lost just looking into her beautiful blue eyes and then she pressed her lips against mine, they felt so soft and tasted so sweet. I kissed her back and then we just looked at each other for a minute to take each other in and then we kissed again, opening our mouths wider and letting our tongues meet. She drew me closer and wrapped her leg around my waist. We began to roam our hands around each other's bodies, going under our T-shirts and touching each other's breasts. Then we took our T-shirts off and made out for what seemed like hours, eventually sucking on each other's tits and gradually taking what was left of our clothes off and kissing and licking each other. She felt so warm and soft and her breath was so hot and sweet. I'd never felt so lost in someone else and yet so in sync with their body. I buried my face in her neck, kissing and licking it and she held me tighter as I kissed. "Feels so good, Shelly," I whispered. "Yeah," she said. "I just wish this bed was bigger." "I know." We laughed and began kissing even more passionately. I never thought it could be so hot. We began to finger each other's pussies and I felt another orgasm coming on. I was having sex with a girl, with Shelly, and the significance of this act began to overwhelm me. I asked her to stop for a moment and we lay there for a few seconds looking at each other. "Are you okay?" she asked. "I'm just a little freaked out." She brushed my cheek with her hand and smiled. "I know." Then I kissed her. It felt so right all of a sudden. She kissed me back. "I want to go down on you," she whispered. "Yeah?" "I'm going to make you feel so good." "Are you ready for this?" "Yes." We kissed and then she got off the bed and kneeled down on the floor. I put my legs over the side of the bed and spread them wide. Shelly grabbed my foot and kissed it and then began to kiss and lick down my leg, switching to the other leg as she got closer, finally putting her lips on my pussy and kissing it. I was such in a state of excitement that I thought I was going to pass out. Shelly began licking softly and slowly, pausing to suck and nibble on my clit as she licked, flattening her tongue as she licked harder and faster. I fell back on the back and spread my legs wider and came really hard as she continued to lick. She took my hand and squeezed it as I moaned in ecstasy. When I finished she kissed my pussy and we fell back on the bed, kissing each other in a state of exhaustion. My first time with a girl. We held each other tight and fell asleep in each other's arms. We were girlfriends now. Shelly Jake awoke to the sound of thunder and found himself sitting straight up in his bed. He was covered with a fine sweat that he could only partially attribute to the sultry August heat. Knowing automatically that something wasn't quite as it should be, he grabbed his gun from the night stand. Even though he was naked, he began to cautiously search his house; only then did he hear the doorbell ring. He stopped, a little surprised at his paranoia. In any case, he should answer the door, and he couldn't, or shouldn't, do that naked. He stopped in the bedroom, and quickly pulled on a pair of jeans, just as the doorbell rang again. He went to answer it, gun still in hand. As he got to the door, what he saw through the peep-hole wasn't at all what he expected. In front of his door, he could see Sandra, his supervisor from the station. The fact that she was a gorgeous brunette with a fantastic body, who was standing soaking wet at his door in the middle of night, did little for his shock. He shoved the gun into the back of his pants, and yanked open the door. --- Sandra had thought about this for a long time, almost as long as she had known Jake. A part of her, the same part that lit the fire in her loins, had wanted him since the first time she'd run her eyes over the uniform that covered his muscular body. She had noticed a longing look in his eyes, but tonight she was going to make certain one way or the other. To do it she was laying all her cards on the table, exposing everything, in more ways than one. Her original idea had simply been to ring his doorbell wearing only some revealing lingerie and matching heels. For months she had thought about how the night would progress, how he would accept her willingly, how the passion that would ignite between them would burn brightly, how the love making that followed would cool the physical heat while sparking the flame of love. She'd imagined this evening a thousand times, feeling Jake's kiss and caress; his hands on her body and face; the feeling when their bodies met. She imagined it differently each time, at times becoming so aroused she would masturbate, some times for hours, becoming lost in her fantasy. Yet, so far it had only been a fantasy. Her insecurity had kept her from even making any move towards a relationship with Jake. Tonight that had changed. Jake, knowing that he was violating his professionalism, had suggested they have a drink together. How badly she had wanted to accept. She'd thought her entire body was blushing instantly; the sensation between her legs telling her that she was correct. But she worked later than Jake, so she had to decline. While she could see the disappointment on his face, she thought things would work out perfectly. After all, the best fantasies needed fulfilling and tonight, it seemed, would be her night. She went home after work to get cleaned up and "dressed". In the shower, she became so aroused washing her breasts that she began to play with herself. Not wanting anything but Jake in her, she only let herself rub her clitoris. Still, when she started playing with a nipple as well, she got so aroused that she had a shattering climax. After toweling off , she picked out her outfit. She'd wear a raincoat because of the weather, so she decided to be more daring with her outfit. She selected a leather bra that framed her breasts and kept them perky, but didn't cover them at all. Smiling, she added to it a leather garter belt, dark nylons, and black leather pumps. Just for the effect, she added a pair of black, silk, crotchless panties. Looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help running a finger through her wet slit. She sighed with pleasure, deciding to hurry to Jake's. It was the third time she'd rung the doorbell. The raincoat was truly only for show now, the thunderstorm sending beadlets of water running sensuously down her body, over her breasts and navel, running teasingly through her pubic hair and down her inner thigh. As she was about to knock on the door, it flew open. There stood Jake, a look of amazement on his face, in nothing more than a sumptuous pair of tight jeans. --- Even drenched, she was one of the most beautiful women Jake had ever seen. He hoped she didn't notice the growing bulge in the front of his pants. Then again, maybe he did. The thought of Sandra handling his erection aroused him that much more. "Are you going to invite me in?", she asked in an innocent voice. He clumsily stood aside, not wanting her to know that he'd gone to the door armed. "I thought I'd come over for that drink," she said with a smile that he thought hid something. "And a towel," she laughed, her eyes sparkling at him. They were a beautiful doe brown and when they sparkled they touched his heart. He was glad he'd asked her to join him for a drink. He'd shown her to the bathroom, ditched his pistol, and was in the kitchen mixing their drinks before it really hit him. The sparkle in her eye was the same one he'd seen when he asked her to have a drink, even though she'd said no. She'd had this in mind all along. He smiled. He set the drinks on the table, opening the sliding door to feel the storm as well as watch it. His evening might end like the storm, he thought: still hot, but now passionate and wet. He heard Sandra pick up the glasses. She handed one to him as she pushed open the screen-door. "Let's sit on the porch for a while," she said as she brushed passed him. She might have been wearing a raincoat, but he could still picture and admire her ass underneath it. The coat also only came half-way down her succulent thighs, which helped his active imagination. Just thirty years old, she stayed in good shape, and he could see the muscles in her thighs and calves as she walked in front of him. If he wasn't hard before, he certainly was now. --- Knowing what she was about to do, Sandra's juices were absolutely flowing. She stood near the end of the porch, almost hoping that the misty rain that landed softly on her body might cool the fire within her, so she could go home without having to step across the line between them: the line of supervisor and employee. It didn't. She turned to look at him, noticing his eyes came up from her legs. She liked his wanting her, his admiring her. She admired his physique as well, muscled, but not overly so, and tan. She ran her eyes over his arms and chest, wanting to touch him. She took several big gulps of her drink, looking him in the eyes. He was smiling. She set her drink down and turned completely away. As she untied her raincoat, she said, "There's something I want to tell you." Her voice was so thick with lust she could barely recognize it. "What's that?", she heard through the thunder. She felt his breath on the back of her neck just before she felt his tongue, then his lips, kissing her. It hit her in all the right spots. Thank God, she thought, I'm not alone. She stepped away, turning to face him, dropping the coat, showing all of herself to him, wet crotch included. The look of rapture on his face told her that he more than liked what he saw. "I want you," the words finally came to her lips. "I have for a while. I don't mean just in bed, but if that's all I can get from you, I'll take it." She sighed. She had now exposed not only her body, but her heart, and she was his to do as he pleased. His expression changed to one of immense caring as he slowly approached her. She prepared for the worst, receiving instead a surprise of her own. He reached out to caress her cheek, pulling them gently together in a soft kiss. She felt his hand take hers. When he moved her hand to his crotch she was slightly shocked in spite of everything and almost broke their kiss. He must have felt her hesitation, because he pulled back. "I'm sorry," he stammered, "I thought... it's just that... this isn't all that I want, but I wanted you to know what you do to me, and...". She shut him up with a kiss, placing her hand firmly on his erection, rubbing it through his pants. She pushed her breasts, with their nipples long and hard from the cool rain, against his firm chest, sliding her hand inside his jeans. She felt him tense up then, but as she took his firm member in her hand, they both began to truly relax. Still holding her head in one hand as they kissed, his other hand slid from her back to her chest, where he toyed with her nipples. As their tongues danced, she deftly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, sliding her hand up and down the full length of his firm erection. His hand caressed her stomach, then began to explore her groin, and she sighed into his mouth as his fingers parted her. As he slid a finger inside her wet canal, she broke their kiss to moan out loud. How long she had waited for this night to begin. He kissed her chin, kissed his way back to her neck and down her shoulder, creating a trail of warm ticklish pleasure. She began to squirm to the movements of the hand on her vagina as she stroked him. She ran her hand the full length of his cock, caressing his sack at the bottom, running a finger over his slit at the top. She loved the way he felt in her hand, the way what he was doing to her made her feel. She imagined it was really him inside her, humping his hand at the same pace she was stroking him. They were having sex using their hands, which felt absolutely glorious, but it was the passion that was truly arousing. Their movements had become that of a duet, their instruments were their bodies. They were playing beautiful music. The rain splashed against her, warmer now than before. It gave her an idea. She withdrew her hands to push his pants down while she kissed him. She felt his hands tugging at her bra, finally undoing the clasp. She shrugged her shoulders out of the bra as he pulled it off of her arms, then ran her fingers through his hair as he kissed her neck and chest, moving on to her breasts. She felt him kiss his way down to her navel, encircling it with his tongue. His hands reached her garter belt and panties, sliding them down her legs. He caressed her thigh with his mouth, close to her groin, just above her stockings, an unbelievable turn-on for her. He rolled down each stocking, kissing each leg the entire way. When he was done, he helped her out of her heels, then stood up. They were completely naked in front of each other. She kissed him, somehow loving him more than she thought was possible. Then, taking his hand, she ran out into the rain. Her breasts bounced as she did so, the rain showering her entire body, running down in little trails that tickled her. She stopped and turned when she reached the middle of the yard, while he continued right into her arms, his momentum picking her up. He kissed her passionately as they swung around, their bodies rubbing together, lubricated by the rainwater. Once more he kissed his way down her body, all the way to her thighs. He licked the water dripping from her thighs, caressing his way inward with his tongue. He ran his tongue up to her mound, through her pubic hair, over to her other thigh. It tickled her, but the feeling while he was licking the water off of her was indescribably pleasing. It fanned the fire inside her, making her longing burn like never before. His mouth moved deep on her inner thigh, sucking hard, stirring the passion within her. Then, suddenly, she felt his tongue on her vagina. She felt his tongue sliding along the lips of her mound, then gasped as he parted her, his tongue pushing its way across her clit. He sucked her into his mouth, flicking her clit with his tongue, toying with her pleasure. His tongue circled her, caressing her, pleasing her. It rubbed her clit, her whole vagina, in a way she had never felt. She hoped it was because he was making love to her, letting go of all thoughts but that of her pleasure. She was so aroused now she could barely stand, and he seemed to read her thoughts. As the fury of the storm increased, he leaned back, pulling her on top of him, helping her to the ground. She was hungry for him now, a hunger that was going to take some time to satisfy. She leaned forward far enough to kiss him, dangling her breasts in his face. The water ran in a stream from her nipple into his mouth. He chuckled, squirting it back out of his mouth, then starting to suck on her teats. She couldn't stand it anymore. The water was trickling down her back, forming a stream which ran between her ass cheeks. The water went right over her anus, which was more pleasing than she would have thought, then rushed over her clit, softly pushing it this way and that. Streams were also running down her sides, around her breasts, and off her nipples. She had water caressing every inch of her body; she wanted to feel a man now. She pulled her chest away from him, moving down to kiss him, making sure his hardened pecker was sliding up between her legs. While she certainly enjoyed feeling his member against her thighs, she intended something more for it. He wasn't guiding himself too well, so she wiggled until she felt his head opening her. Slowly, she worked his rod into her canal. She rubbed her juices on him, moving up and down his shaft, getting more and more aroused, feeling better and better, and wetter and wetter. Finally she sat completely upright, then dropped herself onto him, the force sending all of him inside of her, forcing her open, bringing her that special pleasure that can be found no other way. She was holding herself up by pushing against his chest and now she dug her nails in, writhing against the pleasure rocketing through her, trying to prolong the feeling. The more she struggled, the better she felt, and the more she struggled. It was an endless circle, peaking in a shattering orgasm, which made her entire body tingle. She was gasping for breath and closed her eyes while she tried to catch it. Suddenly he rolled her over, then she felt her back sink into the soft wet grass. Like a warm water-bed, it was a pleasant feeling. The best part was the way he wiggled around inside of her as they switched. She had been longing him for some time, but she had been deprived for even longer. She had been by herself to the point that she almost couldn't remember what a man felt like. After this she didn't see how she could ever forget. His erection pulsed inside her, she felt the swelling, sensing his eagerness for orgasm. Her juices covered him, allowing him to begin his movements with ease. He stroked her inner canal, his full member rubbing every part of her. She was filled with lust, the rain now running off of his cock and into her. The water around her, and in her, added a sensation that was new, which made their love making that much more special. He was coursing through her fervently, she could barely distinguish his movements; in from out, side from side, up from down. All she could tell was that he was pleasing her, creating a warm pleasure in her loins which sent rays all through her body, getting her so aroused that she didn't really care what he was doing as long as he didn't stop. All she knew was that her pussy was receiving enough pleasure for her entire body. She was astonished. As he moved, she could feel his hips bump against her; feel his balls, wet with rain, slap against her ass; his chest, muscles flexing as he held himself above her, brushing against her nipples; little pleasures that made the massive one between her legs even more intense. Her pleasures climbed along with her arousal level, until they suddenly jumped upwards and out of control, taking her senses and reality with them. Her orgasm was long and powerful, pounding through her body like the strokes of his erection. She lay there sighing, while she recovered. --- He could see by the look on her face that she was pleased. It was the noise that she had made that led him to believe she had orgasmed. Not that she had noticed, since her moans had blended right in with the storm. He slowed his movements, not only to prolong her orgasm, but to allow her to come to a peak as well. His own orgasm was impending, but he was going to hold off as long as he could. He paused to give himself that chance. She was holding him close, keeping his hard-on inside her. When she let him go, she surprised him by suggesting they go inside. He helped her up, thinking about how he could keep her aroused. As he picked her up she clung to him, which he liked. They teased each other and giggled as he carried her through the back door, making him wonder what would come next. Shelly The door bell was a shiny golden button that I couldn't bring myself to press. I wanted her bad; I wasn't the unfaithful type but we had been having mind sex for so frigging long that I was like a horse sweating and chomping over the bit. I had to have her despite the fact that she wasn't much to look at especially when compared to my willowy, Nicole Kidman look alike wife, Shelly. If anything else she had a rather dumpy figure, being a single mother of two had destroyed her figure and given her a few grey hair but she made it up with a sunny temperament and a sharp wit. My mouth watered as I stared at the bell and willed my finger to press the cold button in. 'Push it in damn you!' I muttered to myself but I remained frozen. Sex with Shelly had always been hot. She was good at giving blow jobs, she knew where to lick, to suck the tip of my dick, to squeeze my balls ever so gently and just when I would be about to come she would release my dick and look up at me with her big china blue eyes and ask "Honey, which of the three holes will it be? The mouth, the cunt or the arse?" She knew this line would get me off faster than a red hot engine steaming down the tracks. I would grab her by her butt, spread her legs and ram into her sure and hard with her cries of delight ringing in my ears till we both would come together. I would then go down on her and suck the nub till it ran some more juices, made her thighs tremble and perked her nipples up to be fondled by her swift fingers. Curling her thighs around my neck, Shelly would grab my head and tell me exactly where to suck and lick. And, as she would quiver and cum the smell of arousal would mingle with the smell of combined juices. But knowing Shelly as I do, after thirteen years of coupling, she would want more. She would turn and show me her perfect little arse and jiggle it in my face. "Do you want some more?" She'd purr her stale line Holding the orbs apart she's show me her third hole and say invitingly "Its yours to take big man" My dick would respond with a slight rise. The suggestion would revive its ailing spirits and I would grab her biggest 16 inch dildo, lick her hole to make it lubricant enough and slowly push it in. Leaning against the satin sheets she would close her eyes and moan through her perfectly rounded red mouth. In slow but hard movements I'd move the dildo in and out and watch her butt grind its aroused rhythm and just as she would be about to cum I would ram by big boy into her rough and cruel and bit her neck as she would clutch the wood of the headboard and cum for the last time. As I said before, sex with Shelly was way beyond awesome. Squirting in her tight little cunt was the only highlight of our marriage. Wiping my sweaty hand against my jeans I again caressed the smooth surface of the button and wondered if I was doing the right thing. Shelly, after all was my wife and the sex was good but then the after glow left much to be desired. After the fucking when our breaths became normal, bodies demanded sleep and souls a little cuddle; Shelly would sit up and demonstrate the reason why I married her in the first place- for her twat and not for her fluff of a brain. She would grab my wilted penis as she always did after sex and talk about her maxed out cards or the new dress she had seen at the mall or a trinket she just had to have. She would hold my muscle hostage in a rather absent minded manner, fiddling with it this and that and not letting go till I gave in to her polite demands. The vixen probably believed that I found her version of a dominatrix act to be rather creative but it was nothing more than an annoyance that kept sleep at bay. Twice a week it would be the pattern would repeat it itself, she would whore herself for some extra hundreds or a dress or fur wrap that she would have to have. Apart from that our lives moved on different levels. I lived in my study writing my latest pulp fiction and she spent her afternoons spending the cash even before it made it to the bank account. Caressing the frilly design of brass flowers and butterflies over the bell I wondered whether the attraction that Shelly had for me was merely the size of my wallet or the size of my big throbbing boy. I wasn't a much of a looker; a plain, skinny guy with hazel eyes, light brown hair and indistinguishable features. But it was my ability to spin words that attracted women, not to mention the lime light that tagged along. I was so 'in' amongst the celebrities that Shelly, the nineties supermodel, had after a week of blow jobs and stained sheets in a hotel room spun me to the altar before I could think beyond my raging libido. I never had the chance to enjoy my 'in' status with other 'in' people. I was addicted to Shelly's pussy and enjoyed the fate of a deluded sex junkie for thirteen fucking years till Lilly came into our lives. Lilly, Lilly....Liiiiily came knocking on our door, on one fine gloomy day, holding a rum cake and a two look alike tow heads clinging to her tight, faded jeans. Shelly had let her in. They both had been gracious towards each other. Shelly had smiled at Lilly. She accepted the cake, made polite conversation about the neighborhood, found out that Lilly was a newly divorced wife, dumped for the secretary and the divorce settlement as plump as her butt. Or so Shelly had told me with a slight smirk on her perfect thin lips as she raised my penis to life that night. Shelly described Lilly as she sheathed my prick with her moistened cave. A wholesome woman who had let herself go for her children. She wasn't the skinny type that men now days lust after. Too many curves spilling out of a tight tank top and jeans that did nothing to hide the round paunch that threatened to make a tardy appearance. Rocking back and forth, Shelly had closed her eyes and as the rhythm picked up she talked about Lilly's brown hair that fell like a thick curtain over her faded features. Biting her lip, she sucked a breath in and leaned slightly forward and huskily talked about the silky texture of the hair that had streaks of grey running through them. Shelly wondered why Lilly didn't color her hair but felt it complimented her personality. She seemed like a woman who favored her brain over her body. As she quivered and climaxed Shelly breathed that Lilly was more my type of a woman than Shelly was. It was all Shelly's fault. She had made me fantasies about our new neighbor even before I had seen her. And now here I was standing outside Lilly's door after a week of getting to know her, thinking again with my raging libido driven this time with a woman's brain and not pussy. I finally met Lilly three days after her appearance at our doorstep with her gift of friendship. I had just finished my novel and emerged from my study where I had been holed in over a month. Stepping out of my house I inhaled in a breath of fresh air and surveyed the rich neighborhood that was quiet most of the times except on that morning when I heard loud laughter come from across the road from the old Victorian run down mansion. The door banged open and I saw three feet tall, blond red Indians run out of the house with a dog painted red and an irate mother bellowing like a banshee on their heels. She was a beauty to look at, her hair was in an untidy pony tail, her breasts bounced freely in a tight green tank top and she waved a broom at her kids and screamed all kinds of creative words that just stopped short of being abusive. The kids laughed and ran into the garden with a red golden retriever and Lilly on their heels. I couldn't help but laugh at Lilly's plight. She had her hands full and yet she seemed to live a far happier life than I did with my silent house and a nymphomaniac, fashion driven wife. The dog bounded around the mother and children as the mother tried to control the kids. She needed help. I crossed the road and grabbed the dog by the collar. The mother and her three year old twins fell silent and stared at me. Three pairs of brown eyes questioned my presence and I felt a little hot under my pajama top's collar. "Er...Hi, I'm John." I waved weakly with my free hand and continued "I live across the street." Lilly smiled impishly and replied "Shelly's husband right?" I nodded and let the dog go who then barked and began to circle around all four of us. Lilly grabbed the dog and made introductions "I'm Lilly, these are my two twerps- Patrick and Josh and that rascal of a dog is called G.I" "G.I? Not very creative is it now?" I found myself staring into her twinkling brown eyes. She laughed and replied "The boys love G.I Joe and guns." "The dog likes to play rough. He generally is the enemy and tends to defect too fast." I laughed. It had been too long since I enjoyed some simple female humor. "Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?" She offered over her shoulder as she herded her kids in. I looked back at my house where Shelly was asleep and thought for a second, it was just a harmless cup of neighborly coffee. I shrugged and replied "Sure." As I walked into her shabby mansion I was pleasantly surprised to see stacks of dusty books lined up the hallway, the living room and on the staircase. Wherever I looked I saw books, even the box of cereal was vying for space with Emily Dickson and Tolstoy's War and Peace. She smiled in apology and picked the books up. "Sorry about the mess." She sang as she went into the living room to put the books on the knee high stack and came back and finished her sentence "This is a book lovers' home. All three of us are bibliographers." It was then that I realized what I had been missing out on. This is how I had wanted my life to be- a homely woman with kids, dog and books; not a hot empty headed wife whose idea of a happy marriage of sex in exchange for money. She offered me coffee and as I stared into the dark swirling liquid and my marriage looked the same to me- a mass of dark swirling ignorance spent in empty hedonistic delights. I didn't want to go back to Shelly; I didn't want to go back to my empty house and empty marriage. I wanted to talk about her favorite author and when I felt brave enough to show her my recent drafts. I wanted to rest my head on her ample bosom and hear her warm heart beat. I wanted some run of the mill, habitual sex followed by a nice cup of coffee and a little reading before we turned in for the night. I felt old at that moment and wanted all the creature comforts enjoyed by older people. Not pink fluffy slippers or lacy nothings lying carelessly around the house. I wanted Lilly in her worn out tank top, messing hair and her ample butt in a pair of jeans a size too small. I put my cup of coffee down and made some mundane excuse about having to do the laundry and took my leave. It hurt too much to be around someone I could never have. She bid me a friendly farewell, told me to tell Shelly to drop by whenever she had the time. I nodded my head but refused to look back. I didn't want to see the perfect picture of domesticity that she made, standing at the door of a run down mansion looking like a regular woman bidding her man a fond farewell as he left for work. I wanted her so bad and it was the first time that I had met her. I walked into our bedroom and watched Shelly sleep. She even slept like a sex bunny. Her pink nipples peeked through the red lace and her mound lay open through the flares of the fancy teddy. I stared at her beauty that still had the power over my libido. But it was Lilly that I wanted and Shelly the shell. I silently crept into bed with Shelly who sighed, turned and hugged me. I put my hand on her mound and woke her up with pleasure. She parted her legs and I took her hard and fast, thinking about Lilly. It was the first time I had thought about another woman while I fucked my wife. I boned her hard and came hard. She held me as I bucked against her. Lilly's carefree laugh still rang in my ears as I caught my breath and quivered against Shelly and it was then that I remembered that Lilly called me Shelly's husband –John and not John Anderson the big writer. She had definitely caught my fancy. Despite the mental differences Shelly and Lilly became good friends. When the Lilly and her kids weren't eating at our place we were eating at theirs. Lilly cooked a mean meat loaf which she ate with great gusto as did her kids. Shelly smiled indulgently while she merely pecked at her own food and smiled even more benignly when we discussed the world of books with the after dinner coffee. She wasn't a bit jealous; she was after all the pretty one and not Lilly; little did she know of my fixation with her new found friend. But Lilly knew, she would raise an inquisitive eyebrow when I'd move away if she brushed against me. She even laughed a bit when she caught me staring at her cleavage when she bent in front of me to pick up the dessert plate from the coffee table. She knew I liked to watch her gardening in her itsy bitsy shorts and tank top early mornings while Lilly slept and she knew who made the silent calls at the middle of the night. She even took my name and laughed when I spluttered and muttered something about a bad line and hung up. Lilly, darling Lilly was pressing all the right buttons at all the right times, turning up when Shelly wasn't there, wearing clothes that showed her naked skin at all the wrong places. She had me rearing like a teenage boy and yet acted all innocent. Shelly knew nothing of it. Lilly and she would even exchange affectionate hugs, exchanged numbers of their hair stylists and spas like girl friends do and made me feel all the more guilty. I felt like a scum, a horny, unscrupulous dog for lusting after Shelly's only friend but was secretly pleased that Lilly was attracted to me too. But I didn't have the courage to approach her. I watched her with hungry eyes and wondered if I would ever really get to be with her. Her flirtatious, come hither attitude was driving me crazy but it was hard for me to get some courage in my balls and approach her. She, however took matters in her own hands and sent me a mail to meet me at her place on Tuesday afternoon when Shelly went to her spa. And here I was standing in front of her door wondering if I could take the final delicious step and fulfill all my dreams in one sleepy, sultry afternoon. Taking a deep breath I pressed the button and heard the bell ring somewhere inside and waited. One minute....two minutes...I looked around and saw a neighbor drive by and wave at me. I weakly waved back....Where was Lilly? I rang the bell again. But no answer....I pushed the door and was surprised to find it open. "Anyone there?" I called "Lilly?" Silence greeted me. I knew the kids were at their play school but where was Lilly? I walked up the stairs towards her bedroom. "Lilly?" I knocked at her door and gently opened the door I gasped. A buck naked Shelly was munching a buck naked Lilly. "Whaaat?...."I couldn't finish my sentence. I was too shocked to even register the pleased look that Shelly gave me. I crossed the road in a daze and found myself sitting on our porch. What just happened? I couldn't comprehend the turn of events. Wasn't Lilly coming on to me? As I watched the sun go down, watched Lilly's kids return home, watched the lights of her house switch on while mine remained in utter gloom I tried to come to terms with what I had seen but none of the explanations made sense. Time seemed to be of no consequence. I cannot remember how long I sat on the porch. The sprinklers came on and the smell of wet grass assailed my numb senses. Nothing made sense any more. Across the street the mansion's door opened and Shelly stepped out. She stared at me from across the road and I looked back. The distance between us had never seemed so painful. She crossed the road and sat down with me. I couldn't look at her in the eye. The smell of her perfume mingled with that of the garden and made me realize what I was about to lose- a woman I had been taking for granted for over thirteen years, a woman that I had come to love. Shelly took my hand in her bony clasp and spoke softly "I know you better than you know yourself John. I was hurt initially. Why wouldn't I be? I thought we were happily married but then I saw how you craved for Lilly and it broke my heart." I tried to speak but she shook her head and I fell silent. "It wasn't Lilly who sent you the mail. I did." I couldn't believe her. "But the message was from her email id." Shelly laughed and replied "How hard is it to hack a mother's email address? The password was Josh, her kid's name." "Lilly had been stringing you along just as I had been stringing her with admiration and sympathy." Patting my hand she went on "You see, Jack, Lilly is on a rebound. The divorce is still too fresh and she hates men at this point of her life and I do mean all men which includes you." I glared at her and said angrily "So, this was all a game that you and Lilly played to punish me?" Shelly stared at me for a few minutes and then got up and before going into our home she said "No Jack. It was all me. You thought I wasn't good enough for you but I wanted to show you that the person you thought was better than me preferred me over you." She leaned over and whispered "So, now tell me who is it that you want? Me or Lilly?" --------------------- Shelly Shelly was at least half my age, but it did not matter to me when I saw her sweet apple ass wiggle, I felt a familiar stirring, and she carried a majestic rack up front that made me want to unbutton the men's shirt she wore. Every time she walked by me I sucked quick my breath, I wanted to grab her butt or embrace her. Her mouth had the perfect, huge pout that I wanted to lick so bad and it made me think that she might have had thick sweet pussy lips as well. Her body was nothing but feminine, but she had a boyish look about her face, she dressed in men's shirts and she had a vaguely masculine demeanor as well as voice. But it was sexy, movie star sexy like Jodie Foster or someone exotic like that. We worked together in a small town grocery store, I was always bumping into her, her ass got in my face when we were stocking dry goods, I accidentally touched her tit when I helped her lift a heavy box. Little sparks like these erupted into moments of the two of us just staring at each other, probably with longing, but it was hard to tell at that time. I was falling in love, or at least I was caught in the crush of a strong "like" and lust that was out of control and driving me wild. When I first saw Shelly she almost looked like my daughter, I walked into the store and almost said hi Jez (who was my actual daughter) I had a sudden head-rush when she turned around, I usually do not find mopey girls attractive but Shelly's downcast pout was pure sugar. I wanted to lick her. I wanted to lick her lips, her chin, the tip of her nose, her neck, her chest and those berry colored nipples on her luscious, fleshy mounds. I could almost taste the almond like flavor of her young, damp pussy . . . that I sooo longed to sample that nut. Shelly used to roll a shopping cart aiming it to smack my booty, saying "Whoops, the floor is warped." one time I playfully grabbed her elbows and kneed her in the butt, slightly less than gently, and started getting hard, and "it" brushed up again her ass cheek. I know that she felt it; she let out a slight, accidental, moan. I became a bit standoffish after that, I had a family, and I tried my best not to cross any lines. She became a supervisor and it seemed the stand-back protocol was established. One day as she was buying her own groceries, she acted as if to readjust her shirt button but she flashed open her black lace bra and I could well see her cleavage. It was beautiful. Then suddenly, one day, an event took place that blew my mind wide open. I was helping Shelly store things in the dairy cooler, handing her yogurt boxes up as she was on a stepladder. She turned around and had a misstep, I caught her and our lips caught each other and we had a sustained passionate kiss, then when we realized what had happened we mumbled some stuff in a false-modest apology. Pretending nothing had happened; we marched out of the cooler and went on with our day. I thought this would be a one time never-speak-of thing, so I blew it off. It was never spoken of, because words did not cause this fling to continue, but silent gestures, bodies barely brushing together, and the need to work discreetly in that cooler. We made quick make-out sessions, I lavished my tongue across her thick bottom pout, I copped a feel of her generous booty, but she remained passive with her hands. After a minute, sometimes two, we would be back at working with each other or going our own ways. I was wanting more and I knew she was as well, but we were both married and had little idea where to go to take the "next step" I walked out to the back parking lot; Shelly was standing by my car. When I stepped next to her everything exploded, I leaned into our kisses until it seemed she was a part of the car, at any rate, we realized we were in public, so we jumped right into my car. Shelly pulled out my cock and gobbled on it as if she had not ate in days, she wrapped her massive lips around there head and sucked hard. I turned her around dragging off her jeans and my tongue intercepted her pussy lips and the taste was sweet, that could not go on for long, we were in a parking lot in broad daylight. So I decided to drive to a nearby city and she rented a hotel room. It was a new universe. It was paradise. First, we jumped into the shower and used each other as a loofah. soaping up and getting down was fun for a while, but then things cooled . . . we held a stare for a very long time, a longing, searching eye-contact that I never wanted to end . . . and . . . then . . .we kissed an eternity away. I laid her gently on the bed, and got on top of her sliding my cock into her very moist pussy, it was a perfect fit; I fucked her hard at first then slowed down so I could make love to Shelly, and we held each other as if we had been together, as a couple, forever. When I came, it was a most glorious event, we did not cum at the same time, but when I released my hot, sticky juices into her ocean, it triggered a response. There was no way I could not think Shelly did not cum. Not only did she scream loud enough to be heard in the hall; I felt her vaginal muscle tighten like a fist around my cock, so tight I thought it might start to hurt me, but it did not, there was an explosive liberation, then a cathartic, magnificent throbbing that made her grip muscle almost tighter than before and I felt her thump, throb rhythmically, then pulse, for at least fifteen minutes that I lay on her beautiful body. "I love you," she said. I replied in kind and we truly loved one another, but after that, things did not exactly get back to normal, but we knew we could not touch each other again unless it be for our lifetimes. Somehow, we managed to replace normalcy in our relationship, and somehow we kept our friendship going . . . but when our eyes contacted, it was stronger than the highest and sacred loving touch.