0 comments/ 78876 views/ 5 favorites Darlene Ch. 01 By: drbenway Darlene and I have been married for over twenty years. We have two great kids, both away at college, both on the dean's list every semester. We're pretty normal people. We have a nice house in a small Midwestern city, decent jobs, and good friends. We love each other and we've got what we both consider a good marriage. Our sex life has been pretty normal, too, which is to say it's been kind of routine for the last few years. I guess we just figured we were getting older. Once or twice a week was good enough for us. We've both been pretty faithful to each other and pretty content with that, at least up until the last few months. But it's those last few months I want to tell you about. Darlene works as the bookkeeper at a small auto repair shop. She makes sure the bills get paid on time and all the paperwork is filed and everything runs like a well-oiled machine -- not easy when you're riding herd on a dozen rough mechanics who don't want to see a piece of paper unless it's in the bathroom. Her boss, Joe, loves her for it because he feels the same way about the paperwork, and he can trust her to take care of it for all of them. Anyway, Darlene gets a lot of smart remarks and sexy comments from all the guys. It's their little way of getting back at her when she makes them fill out a job sheet. She takes it as part of the job. Believe me, she gives it back as good as she gets. She's also got them eating out of her hand, not only because she's the only woman in the place, but also because she's a hell of a sexy woman at that. Darlene keeps herself in top shape with aerobics and in-line skating. She's about five-five and 120 pounds, with big tits, a nice flat middle, and a beautiful face. She looks ten years younger than her real age of 44. She works hard to keep herself looking good, and she likes to show it off. Her short skirts show a lot of shapely leg, and her blouses show a lot of firm ripe cleavage. The guys love it, and I know she does too. I don't mind, because she brings it all home to me. Despite all the sex talk and flirting, Darlene doesn't put up with any stray pats or pinches at work. She tells them talk is cheap, but they better not touch or they'll be talking cheap in a higher pitch. This all worked out fine until Kyle had his accident. Kyle is a new guy who started at Joe's about a year ago. He's young, good-looking, kind of polite and shy, and not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer. Darlene said he never gave her any smart-ass comments like all the rest of them. He even called her "Ma'm" sometimes, though she always corrected him and told him it was "Darlene." She liked him right away, and even protected him from the others when he'd screwed something up. He seemed to like her pretty well, too, which she noticed by his hanging around her desk whenever he got a free minute. She could tell that one of the things he liked was looking at her, and she would often let her skirt ride up or lean forward and let her blouse come loose over her sweet tits, just to give him a thrill. When he got hurt a couple months ago, it was pretty serious. Somehow, an engine block slipped and nearly crushed him. It broke his pelvis and hip in a number of places. He was in the hospital for almost a week before they sent him home in a hard plastic brace that held all his broken parts in place. He was supposed to stay in bed for a month, flat on his back. He could get up to go to the john, but that was about it. A couple days after he got home, Darlene and a couple of the guys were supposed to go over to his apartment to visit him on their lunch hour. Unfortunately, Joe got a rush job and the two mechanics had to work through lunch. Darlene ended up going to see Kyle by herself. He was on a hospital bed set up in the middle of his living room, with a white sheet covering his legs and middle. Darlene pulled up a chair and they had a nice chat about his injury and how long it would take to get better and what was happening at the shop, etc. She asked if she could see his brace, but he told her that he couldn't wear any pajama bottoms with it since they were too hard to manage when he went to the bathroom. Darlene looked at the awkward shape under the sheet and it made her a little excited, even though she knew it was just the hard plastic of the brace. She made sure to give him an extra eyeful of all her charms to make him feel better. When it was almost time to go, she asked him if there was anything she could do for him to make him more comfortable. Kyle got a little red and told her there was something. He hoped she wouldn't take it wrong, but he needed some sexual relief. He didn't have a girlfriend right then, and he couldn't even take care of himself. If she could just reach under the sheet and give him a few quick strokes, he was pretty sure that was all it would take, and it would mean the world to him. Darlene was astonished. Here was a nice sweet kid politely asking her to give him a hand job. She didn't know what to say. First, she asked if his nurse couldn't do it. Kyle said the nurse was a mean old hag with bad breath. Then Darlene thought maybe they had some kind of device for that purpose. Kyle said he'd asked. Darlene was stumped. She liked the kid a lot, and the thought of stroking his hard young dick was making her very hot. What could she do? She said if she did it, he'd have to promise not to tell anyone. She was a happily married woman and some people wouldn't understand. Kyle promised. Darlene slowly slid her hand under the sheet until it ran into molded plastic. She searched around a bit and suddenly she was touching his dick, which immediately jumped to attention. It was a nice dick, about six or seven inches, not too thick, but very sensitive, bouncing around like it was on a spring as she moved her hand over it. She took a deep breath and curled her fingers around it, slowly moving her hand up and down on the shaft. Kyle gave a deep shuddering sigh and let his head fall back on the pillow. Darlene stroked a little harder and a little faster. The bottom lip of the brace kept getting in her way, though, and she couldn't get a good stroke going. Kyle squirmed a bit, urging her to go faster. She could feel his legs tense up, but she couldn't get a longer stroke with the brace in the way. Suddenly his legs went limp and he groaned, "I can't make it like this." Darlene stopped stroking him, but held onto his dick to let him know she wanted to help and she had really tried. Kyle said maybe if she could see what she was doing she could do it better. Darlene thought that might work. The truth is, now that she had it in her hand, she wanted to see it just as much as Kyle wanted to show it to her. It seemed like it had grown much thicker than it had been when she'd first touched it. She knew the whole situation was wrong, but she was getting so excited, she couldn't stop herself. Still holding Kyle's dick with one hand, Darlene pushed the sheet aside with the other. The brace was two large pieces of plastic fitted over his pelvis and upper right leg, and strapped together at the sides. Kyle's cock was actually larger than she had thought, but it was half-enclosed by the brace. She finally let go of it to get a better view. It was at least eight inches long and thick, a ruddy pink color, with veins standing out all down its impressive length. His balls were big and round, looking almost swollen with a buildup of sexual pressure. Darlene made a little sound of pleasant surprise and Kyle actually blushed. It made her want to help him even more. She grabbed the shaft again and started to pump it gently, finding an angle where she could give it a better, longer stroke, although nothing like what she could have done if the brace had not been in the way. Kyle stiffened again, and Darlene thought she was going to get him off this time, but she pumped harder and harder for a couple minutes, until Kyle suddenly sagged again, groaning. He said he couldn't make it that way. It was too awkward, like some kind of a medical procedure. He said it was awfully nice of her to try, but it seemed like he was just some kind of charity case, not like a sexual thing at all. Darlene said that wasn't true at all. She was really excited and she loved his beautiful young cock. Then she realized what she had said, and it was her turn to blush. Kyle smiled sweetly. If she was really into it, he said, maybe she could take off her top and let him see her gorgeous tits. That would make it a real sexual thing, and he was sure he'd get off. Of course, that was something Darlene would never have considered -- except that the whole idea made her so hot, she thought she would explode. She was in a daze as she unbuttoned her blouse. When she had it off and threw it onto a chair, she suddenly realized what she was doing. Fortunately, she still had a fairly substantial bra holding her glorious melons. That should be enough, she said. Kyle groaned, "Please." He knew the sight of her sweet tits would send him over the edge. He had thought of them many nights before. Many nights he had masturbated to them. When Darlene heard that, her face glowed with guilty pleasure and she unfastened her bra. Kyle gasped when those sweet tits swung free before his hungry eyes. A huge shit-eating grin spread over his face and his dick -- which Darlene had unconsciously grabbed again -- began to twitch and throb. Darlene eagerly resumed her awkward stroking. Kyle's legs began to stiffen again, and she was pretty sure he was going to come any second when he managed to gasp, "let me touch them." Suddenly her nipples were burning, as if anticipating his hands, and she positioned herself where he could reach up and touch them. The feel of his hands cupping her breasts and his fingers tweaking and pinching her nipples almost made her come, but also made her lose her concentration on the hand job she was giving. Kyle subsided with a mournful groan. "Oh god, I need it," he panted, still pulling on Darlene's tender nipples. "My balls are going to fall off. Please, Darlene. Isn't there something you could do?" Of course there was. Instantly, she leaned over his bed and took the head of his dick in her mouth. Almost as suddenly, it swelled and sprang back to hardness in the soft caress of those wet, warm, sweet-sucking lips (and tongue) of my lovely wife, the mother of my kids. This time Kyle had no choice. He groaned and gasped to the rhythm of Darlene's deep-throating action. His balls got tight at the base of his cock and began to spasm. A huge load of hot jism shot down her throat, choking her. A spray of cum blew out of the sides of her mouth around his massive throbbing cock, but she never pulled away. She quickly recovered and began to swallow the rest of Kyle's spurting load. Kyle was jerking and twitching in ecstasy, gasping and groaning with his release, even after his cock had finally run dry. Darlene didn't take her lips from the shaft until she felt it start to soften in her mouth. Even then, she wasn't ready to give up that healthy young rod. She licked up and down it's length until she'd cleaned off every drop of the cum she'd spilled. When she finally stood up, she was shocked and embarrassed at her own enthusiasm. It was hard for her to look Kyle in the eyes, hard to find anything to say after their amazing flash of intimacy. Kyle was just as awkward. He said, "Thank you," and mumbled some other nice things. Darlene was in a daze as she put on her clothes and left. On the way back to the shop, she barely had the presence of mind to buy a bottle of cranberry juice to wash the cum out of her mouth and some gum and mints to try to get the smell off her breath. It seemed to work. None of the guys made any comments, and if they'd had any idea, they wouldn't have ever let her forget it. She would have been so embarrassed, she'd have had to get a new job, probably in a different state. That night, when I got home, Darlene was sitting on the couch with a drink in her hand and a very worried look on her face. She sat me down and confessed to everything. I admit I was a little shocked at first, but I quickly became even more aroused. I started asking questions, pumping her for every detail. (That's how I knew all of the above.) The more I heard, the more aroused I got. In no time, we were both naked and fucking like dogs on the couch -- the best sex we'd had in years. When we finally cooled down, we were nestled like spoons on the couch. Darlene cradled my head tenderly in the softness of her breasts, and I was floating in a warm afterglow that centered on my sated balls. "Are you mad at me," she asked hesitantly. I had to stifle the urge to laugh. Mad was the last thing I felt. But it was a little sudden and confusing. "No," I said slowly. "I think I kind of understand how it happened. It wasn't something you planned out and it wasn't really your fault. But how do you feel about it?" She sighed. "Well, that's the thing. I don't know. On the one side, I'm so ashamed of myself I could just curl up and die. On the other side, I feel like I've suddenly come alive. I just had the best sex of my life -- with you I mean -- and it seems like I'm almost a new woman. I don't know what to think." "That's alright, honey," I said. "Just go with it. How could I be mad when that was the best sex I've ever had, too." Maybe I phrased that wrong. Darlene took it very literally. Actually, I don't think it made any difference. She seemed to reawaken to sex that day, and I don't think anything I said or did could have put out that fire. And now I realize that I would never have wanted to anyway. Darlene went on to many more sexual adventures with Kyle and others that I will try to relate in further installments. But she always brought her wanton tales home to me, and I have always enjoyed them almost as much as the sex that inevitably follows. I just wish I could make these episodes as exciting for you as they are for me when they come straight from my sweet wife's cum-drenched lips. Darlene Ch. 02 Friday is my bowling night. I go straight from work and grab a bite at the pizza place next to the bowling alley. Afterwards, I go out for a few beers with the guys. I don't usually get home till after midnight. Most of the time, Darlene is in bed and asleep by then. The Friday after her first visit with Kyle, Darlene wasn't asleep. That night, I staggered in about 1:00 AM. There were lights on in the living room. I went in and found Darlene reclining on the couch in a skimpy nightgown that barely covered her tiny thong panties. I stood in the doorway looking down at her near-naked body so elegantly displayed. Even in my foggy state, I knew something was up, and I was ready for it. "Hi," she said, in a soft, low voice, a strange expression clouding her pretty face. I started to sober up. "Hi," I tentatively replied. "Why don't you bring in a couple beers," she suggested with a weak smile that couldn't mask her seriousness. I did just that. Eagerly thinking of what Darlene might have been up to and where it might lead, I hustled out to the kitchen, grabbed the beers, and brought them back out to the living room. I sat beside her, but not too close because she was leaning back against the arm of the couch with her legs up. She took a sip of the beer, looked up, and said the words I was half-expecting, half-fearing, half-hoping to hear: "I saw Kyle tonight." Prepared as I was, it was like the shock of icy water around my lungs. I couldn't say anything for a minute. Then I said: "How was he?" not meaning it the way she took it, but glad it came out that way. She stammered for a moment. "Oh, you mean - how is he healing?" she finally asked. "Yeah that ..." I looked steadily at her, "... and how was your visit? She glowed with a softness and sexuality that put a charge in my balls and brought my dick to attention. "Well, the bones are knitting nicely," she said, "but he's still pretty tender down there." This time, I smiled at her double meaning. I said, "Tell me about it." Darlene had bought take-out at the deli just down the block from Kyle's place and took it up to his apartment. She claims she hadn't meant it to be anything more than a charitable visit to the sick, and for awhile, they both kept up that fiction. They had a nice dinner, talking like old buddies about Joe and the shop and the other mechanics - the politics of the place. Kyle had a bottle of wine, which they shared. Neither of them brought up the blow job she had given him on her previous visit, although I doubt that either of them could think of much else. Darlene pulled a small table and a straight-back chair over to Kyle's bedside for their little meal. He was still encased in the big awkward plastic brace, but he could sit partially upright in the hospital bed. He was wearing a T-shirt, and his lower body was covered by a sheet -- and probably, Darlene thought, by nothing else. When they finished the sandwiches, Darlene cleaned up and pushed the table out of the way. That's when she realized that they didn't need to bring up the subject of the blow job; it had already brought up Kyle. There was a noticeable tent in his sheet. She found herself staring at it hungrily, and then flushed with embarrassment when Kyle saw where her eyes were focused. She looked away in flustered confusion. He smiled shyly. "I ... I wanted to thank you again for what you did for me the other day. It meant a lot to me, and it really helped me keep my spirits up." Darlene was too filled with conflicting emotions to know what to say. "You're welcome," was all she could mumble, still glancing involuntarily at the bulge in the sheet. It seemed to throb with a life of its own, and all she could think of was that big thick pink rod she had held in her hand - and in her mouth. Kyle said he felt bad because it was all for him. He wished he could return the pleasure she had given him. He looked into her eyes. That was just the way he felt about sex -- that it should be a mutual thing, and didn't she think so too? Darlene tore her eyes from Kyle's pulsing bulge and nodded in agreement, not quite sure what she was saying. "Good," he said, "because I'd like to make it up to you." "How?" Darlene gasped. "I mean ... what do you mean?" "I mean, you got me off with your hands and tongue. I think I should do the same for you." "Oh no," Darlene protested, shivering in anticipation. "I don't think so." But Kyle insisted, and Darlene was too inflamed at that point to hold out for long. When she finally gave in, Kyle told her what he wanted, and she found herself following his directions, as if she was in some kind of trance, and always with that wild erotic charge tingling inside her, spurring her on. He had her take off her blouse and skirt, which left her in just her panties and bra. His eyes roamed hungrily over her body, but he teased her a little, asking if she wanted to see what was under the sheet. She got all red, but had to admit that she did. He said she could look, but she would have to take off her panties and bra as the price of admission. She was so excited, she was ready to do just about anything, but that nagging voice of propriety in the back of her head made her hesitate one more time. She said, "You go first." But Kyle wasn't having that. When she pulled off the sheet, he wanted her to see his dick in all its glory, and seeing her gorgeous body first would insure that he would be as large and hard and hot as he could get. Darlene looked at the tent with a playful smile. "Looks like you're there already," she said, but his enthusiasm had melted the last of her resistance and she dropped her bra onto the chair with her skirt and blouse. Her nipples stood out like pencil erasers and her breath came in short shallow gasps, but she remembered to keep her back slightly arched, presenting her tits to Kyle at their peak of ripe perfection. His eyes were riveted to them, and his mouth opened slightly in rapt appreciation. Darlene was almost dizzy with lust as she hooked her thumbs into her panties and began to slide them down her legs. When she stepped out of them, she held her arms out to the side and smiled sweetly, proudly displaying her nude body. She had shaved her pubes down to a narrow triangle that pointed directly to her sweet sensitive clit, and she could feel the heat and moisture flowing insistently to that spot as Kyle's eyes ate her up. "Awesome," he whispered huskily. Darlene giggled with excitement and did a slow turn, showing him her tight butt and shapely back. Kyle groaned in anticipation. By that point, Darlene had given up any pretence of holding back. She moved quickly to the foot of Kyle's bed and began to slowly pull the sheet down. When the end of the sheet finally slid over his dick, the thick, veined pole bounced up to its fullest height. Once again, she gasped at the size and strength of it. It put a bit of a damper on my growing excitement when she told me that Kyle's erection was at least twice the size of mine. (A bit of a damper, but not much. I had slid my hand up her bare legs to rest on the soft mound of her pussy, and I could feel the warmth of her excitement as she recounted her "visit to the sick." My slighted dick was straining against my pants, but I was determined to keep it in there until she finished. Her story was the best foreplay I had ever experienced, and I knew that jealousy was part of the spice. As she continued, her unflattering reference to my equipment was soon forgiven.) Darlene was drawn to Kyle's large, eager, young dick, like iron filings to a magnet. She moved to put her hand on it, but Kyle pulled away and held her hand. "You first," he said with a wicked grin. Darlene wasn't sure what he meant, but Kyle quickly made it clear. He pulled her to him and kissed her deeply on the mouth. Even after standing naked before him, Darlene was shocked at the sudden intimacy of that kiss. Somehow it seemed so much more personal than sucking his dick. But she quickly got over it and began to respond in kind. She was disappointed when his lips pulled away from hers, but thrilled when they found her nipples. He licked and nibbled and sucked them, one after the other, sending Darlene through the roof. Her nipples were always sensitive. As he kissed them, they turned dark red and stood up even higher. She lay beside him on the hospital bed, raised on her elbows, giving him comfortable access to her tits, gasping and squirming as his tongue did its work. Another minute of that would have easily brought her to orgasm, but he wouldn't let her come. Instead, he reached between her legs and absently touched the hood of her clitoris, which was similarly engorged with surging blood. Darlene stiffened, but Kyle wouldn't bring her off. He didn't repeat the touch, instead rested his hand comfortably on her inner thigh. "Doesn't that feel good," Kyle whispered. "Oh, yes. Yes!" Darlene groaned, moving her pussy into his hand. "More." Finally, he relented, fingering her clit madly while he kissed deeply into her mouth. Suddenly Darlene began to writhe and jerk, as if she was being zapped with an electric current. Kyle stuck two fingers into her pussy and felt her clutch them with her spasming vagina. He added a third finger and fell into a deep thrusting rhythm. Her hot juices began to flow down the back of his hand. She broke the kiss with a strangled cry, lying back and wriggling on his hand like a live insect being pinned to a mat. He let her orgasm play itself out. When she was quiet, he pulled his fingers from her pussy. Darlene shuddered. Carefully and softly, Kyle put his finger on the point of her triangular pubic patch. She sighed and went limp. Kyle began to softly and slowly caress her throbbing clit through sex-plumped pussy lips. Darlene groaned and began a rhythmic thrust against his hand. It didn't take much of that before she was cumming again, long and hard. This time, when she was done, she slid down the bed past Kyle's brace, to get better access to his dick. It seemed to be waiting for her. When she touched it, it bounced. When she wrapped her fingers around it, it seemed to become iron in her hand. When the tip of her tongue snaked out and played with the big purple head of it, Kyle groaned. She softly cupped his balls with her hand, while her lips descended on his pole, gradually swallowing more than half his length. She set up a sweet rhythm with the lapping of her lips and tongue and throat on Kyle's hard-on. Kyle closed his eyes and rocked, groaning softly with Darlene's rhythm. She felt him start to spasm in her mouth. Suddenly the groan became a grunt and hot cum was shooting down her throat. Darlene choked on the first shot, spewing cum from her mouth, covering Kyle's balls, but she quickly recovered, sucking smoothly on Kyle's continuing ejaculation, swallowing it as it came -- three or four more solid shots, a couple small ones, and a drawn out dribble, accompanied by Kyle's grunts and gasps and panting. When it was done, they lay on the bed together. For awhile, they basked in the golden afterglow, but it wasn't long before Darlene had his dick in her hand, gently squeezing and caressing it. Kyle groaned, worn out from his previous exertions, but Darlene was undeterred. She snuggled close to him and rested her soft warm tits on his chest. Kyle opened his eyes and looked into hers. "You really want more, don't you?" Of course she did. And she got it. She pressed her mouth against his and took in his tongue. As she ground against him, her breasts slid up and down his chest, becoming inflamed in the process, and slowly his dick began to respond in her hand. It began to expand, to pulse. Soon it was hard enough to stroke, and so she did. Kyle had his head thrown back, mouth open, eyes closed. When he reached a full erection, Darlene knew the time had come. She slid down his cast and found his dick for one deep throat kiss, then knelt, straddling his legs. Kyle had to scoot down to position himself to enter her, which he was glad to do. Suddenly, his cock was inside her, thrusting and pushing, going deeper with each thrust. The feeling of fullness from that big thick cock was so intense, she moaned out loud. But she began to whimper pitifully when she couldn't take it any deeper because the cast was in the way. She wanted it all, and she shifted around so that one leg was under Kyle and the other was in the air. In that position, Kyle could rock back and forth, slowly proceeding to depths of my wife that I had never experienced. Darlene said she felt as if her whole insides were being stretched, but they were squeezing back like they would never let go of this 10-inch piece of heaven. Unfortunately, it only took a minute. Kyle's dick swelled suddenly and spewed a hot stream of cum into the deepest part of Darlene's vagina. The shock sent her into an orgasm so ferocious, she has no memory of it at all. The next thing she knew, she was lying beside Kyle with cum dripping out of her as he softly stroked her tits. He told her he had had to put his hand over her mouth because she was crying out so loudly he was afraid his landlady would complain. She knew I would be home some time after midnight. So, about 11:30, she got up and got dressed. But she gave Kyle's dick a thorough tongue-bath before she left -- something to keep up his spirits for another week. When she finished her story, I was ready to cum in my pants. My fingers had found their way under the tiny panties. They rested along her swollen clit, which throbbed to the memory of her glorious evening with Kyle. I couldn't take it anymore. I slid the panties down her legs, parted her knees and buried my face in her cum-crusted pussy. Whether it was Kyle's load, Darlene's juices, or the magic combination of the two, it was the best thing I ever tasted. Darlene began to writhe and moan almost immediately. She was still so hot from Kyle's bed. When I flipped up her nightgown and sucked a nipple into my mouth, she gasped and I could feel a massive orgasm building inside her. I quickly pulled down my pants and entered her stretched-out, flowing pussy. We came together like thunder and lightning. She cried out in ecstasy and I thought how lucky I was to have her and how lucky we both were to have no landlady to worry about.