0 comments/ 49251 views/ 10 favorites A Case of Simple Neglect By: Mike Franklin Getting old is a total bitch. You start to feel it in your joints when you get up in the morning; start to notice that you can't stay out as late as you used to. Can't dink like you used to without royally fucking up the next day well into the afternoon. Those cheeseburgers tend to stick around your midsection a little longer than they used to and your hair starts to produce a rogue grey hair every now and again. It was while I was contemplating how I was going to survive cutting back on my cheeseburger intake (not something I was anxious to explore) that a friend of mine asked me if I wanted to play in a recreational volleyball league. Now, I've never been a big volleyball fan outside of graduation parties but I needed to do something and I figured why the hell not. Turns out that not only was it an extremely recreational league it was co-ed as well, which meant that in addition to getting into shape I was going to get to watch women in tight spandex bounce up and down. Volleyball was quickly moving up my list of favorite sports. But it wasn't until I met the husband-wife tandem that was coaching our team that things started to get interesting. His name was John and he was a nice enough guy – no one I wanted to see in spandex to be sure but a decent enough fellow all the same. His wife however I could have stood looking at in spandex seven days a week, and twice on Sunday's. Her name was Erin and she had been a scholarship volleyball player back in the day. She was tall, well built with a sinewy musculature that easily identified her as an athlete. Erin had sandy-blonde hair cut short and a decent enough face; nothing you would classify as pretty but nothing you would have to be forced to gnaw your arm off over if you woke up looking at the morning after. Her breasts too weren't exceptional but they fit her svelte frame very proportionally. It was her legs and ass that would make a man stand up and salute. And she wasn't shy about showing them off either. I soon found out that the term 'volleyball shorts' for a woman meant finding the tightest, sheerest, shortest little numbers one could imagine – and then bending over in them. Erin had the market cornered on these things apparently because she never showed up to a single practice or game in anything else. She also wore a thong, or so I assumed, because I spent countless hours studying at her backside and never once detected the faintest hint of a panty line. If his wife's attire bothered him, John never let on. I mean he had to know that every guy in the gym had his eyes simply glued on his wife's ass from the moment she walked in the place and he never said a word. Maybe he thought it was good strategy; if people were so involved looking at his wife they wouldn't be looking at what they were supposed to be looking at, namely the volleyball. The fact that Erin had given birth to two children and still looked the way she did absolutely floored me. I mentioned as much to my friend Josh, who had been the one to invite me to play, one night after a match when they invited the entire team over to their place for a cookout "I know," he said when I expressed my appreciation for Erin's body at the cookout while sipping a cold beer, "I can't find a woman without any kids who has an ass like that." Typical Josh. Later that night after the party had thinned I found myself in conversation with John. We talked about the things guys typically do – sports, politics, job bullshit – then we got to the inevitable topic of women. "So Mike, how come you're not tied down?" John asked me. "Well I was for a while. Not married but in a serious enough relationship – lived with a girl for a few years," I said pulling one of the few remaining beers from the cooler and popping the top. "What happened there?" "Eh," I said taking a long sip from the bottle, "she and I didn't agree on some key issues and I was unwilling to compromise." "Oh," he said getting himself another beer as well. From the light slurring of his speech I wasn't sure he really needed it but of the two of us he wasn't going to have to drive home. "What kind of issues?" "Sex mostly. She didn't like it when I slept with other woman and I enjoyed the hell out of it." John erupted in raucous laughter. "That's fucking classic, Mike! Just fucking classic." I just shrugged and sipped my beer. For a long time neither of us said anything. "Man I wish I was in your situation," John finally said, his alcohol loosened tongue starting to work, "fucking random women without worrying about the consequences. Oh man, to be a bachelor again." "What are you talking about John," I asked peering at him inquisitively, "you've got a great wife and from what I can tell two fine kids." "Yeah yeah," he said draining the last half of his beer in one long swallow, "they're fine but there is just no more excitement anymore. When Erin and I met in college we were so hot for each other, we fucked all the time everywhere and anywhere we could. One night we even snuck into the dean's office and fucked on his couch – one of those big overstuffed leather things. I never had a woman like her before." "I don't understand John, what's the problem?" He shook his head and extracted yet another beer from the cooler and held one up looking at me. I showed him my still half-full beer and he put it back in the ice. "Kids change everything. After we had Bradley everything changed – all the spontaneity went right out the window. And after we had Laurie our sex life basically ended. Do you know I haven't had a blowjob since she was born!" I tried to do some calculations in my head but John beat me too it. "She's going to be seven next month. Seven years Mike, seven years without a blowjob." "Hmm," I said noncommittally. John took it as encouragement to continue. "So I stopped licking her pussy. And eventually stopped doing just about anything. I think it's been about five months since we had sex." I thought to myself, 'if my woman had an ass like Erin's she wouldn't go five minutes without my dick inside of her' but I just sat there nursing the last of my beer and nodding in the proper spots during John's continuing diatribe. When my beer was finally finished I excused myself to use the restroom. I went in the house and found that someone was already in the bathroom so I milled around in the kitchen looking at the pictures and knickknacks that a family accumulates on their refrigerator. "Hey Mike," Erin said coming through the back door with her hands full of dishes. I went over and held the door open for her. "Thanks," she said and added the dishes to a large pile already stacked in the sink. "See, that's why I don't have parties," I said. "Those dishes would still be in my sink two months after the fact." Erin laughed. "If I left them for John to do they would be here as well." "I didn't figure John was much of a mister mom." "No, he pretty much leaves that to me. With him coaching all the time I rarely see him. And when he is home he likes to take the kids out and do stuff." "That must make your pretty lonely," I said. "Eh," Erin said and shrugged. "I actually kind of like the time away from the kids. They are great but I need a break every now and again." "I couldn't imagine being a parent. I have enough trouble taking care of myself let alone being responsible for the life of someone else." "It definitely changes things," Erin said starting to fill the sink with water. "John and I were pretty wild in our youth, but now..." "Yeah, John kinda mentioned something about that." "I'm sure he did. Get a few beers in him and he gossips worse than the ladies down at the hair salon," Erin said with a chuckle. "Did he tell you about our sex life too?" "Uh," I said not wanting to say too much and get John in trouble. "It's ok," Erin said taking the first plate off the stack and plunging it into the soapy water, "he likes to tell everyone that I won't let him touch me but in reality it's the other way around. I'm horny as hell all the time and he doesn't seem interested." "Uh," I said again, this time because I wasn't sure what to say to this. I wasn't used to having a couple this open to revealing the details of their sex life – or lack there of. I knew that with John it was the alcohol talking and I figured that it was also contributing to Erin's disclosure. "I thought maybe he was having an affair or something but I asked around and everyone assured me he wasn't – people that would tell me if he was. They say a man peaks a lot earlier than a woman does but the way we used to go at it I didn't think John's peak was ever going to end, but I guess there is some truth to that after all. Unless he just doesn't find me attractive anymore. How about it Mike, do you think I'm attractive." I thought about all the countless hours I had spent staring at her ass during volleyball. The times I just wanted to call 'time out' and ravage her right there on the baseline. I wanted to tell her that yes, she was just about the most desirable female I had laid eyes on in a long time and that I had fantasized about her almost nightly for the past 3 months. Before I could say anything incredibly dumb – or exceedingly intelligent depending on your interpretation – the bathroom door opened and one of the other party goers staggered out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. "Great party Erin," he said with slightly slurred words. I used his intrusion as cover and ducked into the bathroom. When I finally emerged Erin had been joined by a few other ladies from the team and together they were making quick work of the clean up process. "G'night," I said weaving my way through the kitchen. "Night Mike," they echoed as I slipped out the door and into the cool night. One more round of goodbye's and I was in my car and driving home. The car ride home helped to clear my mind and for a long while I thought about nothing but the crisp, cool air whipping through my convertible. Then I started to think about what John had told me, then what Erin had told me, and I wondered if it was really all they made it out to be or if it was simply the alcohol talking and pushing everything to the extremes. The only thing that I was sure of is that if Erin went to bed next to me at night she'd be awfully tired in the morning cuz that girl would get no sleep. Over the next few days I tried to put everything that John and Erin had told me out of my head but at odd times during the day I would find my mind wandering from my work and between Erin's long legs. It was during one of these daydreaming sessions that I got a phone call that would change those fantasies to reality. It was John calling to ask if I could draw him up a couple of lease agreements on some apartments he had just finished renovating. He explained that he was in a hurry to rent them out since he had spent more than he had anticipated fixing them up. Further he had a possible tenant but had no lease to have them sign. "No problem John. Just give me the addresses and I can get them done this afternoon and drop them off to you this evening," I said and offered to delay my fee until after he had filled his units. He thanked me, gave me the particulars and rang off. Since lease agreements are a pretty standard contract and I've done roughly two billion of them in my career it was a simple process to get what he needed done. When I left my office that evening I had an ironclad contract for each of his units in a manila folder on the passenger seat of my car. I pulled into the driveway at John and Erin's and hopped out of the car, folder in hand. When I got to the front door Erin was standing there holding it open. "Mike, what are you doing here?" She asked standing aside so I could slip by her and into the house. "John asked me to bring these over," I said offering her the folder. She took it and opened it, examining the papers within. "Oh, the lease agreements," she said realizing what they were. "I knew he said he was going to call you about these but I didn't know he had. Thanks for bringing them over." "No problem," I said meaning it; any chance to get to see Erin I was going to take. And she did not disappoint. Her golden-brown hair was pulled back exposing shoulder left bare by the red tank top she was wearing. The material was thin and her breasts pushed against the front of it in a way that made me believe she wasn't wearing a bra beneath. Most of her trim legs were exposed below a short white summer skit that ended well above her knees. On her feet were a sparse pair of sandals that showed off well manicured toes. Without realizing it I was staring at her and not being too subtle about it. Erin smiled at me and blushed a little and I felt embarrassed for having been caught. "How about a drink?" She asked saving me from the silence that hung between us. "Sure," I said, recovering quickly. Erin led me into the kitchen where a bottle of gin sat open on the counter with a glass half full of ice and liquid next to it. "I was having a gin and tonic. Is that ok or would you prefer something else?" "No, that's fine," I replied. "So where are John and the kids?" "Out golfing," she said with a hint of disgust in her voice. "He decided that they needed to learn how to golf this summer. He got them lessons and equipment and spent a fortune, but you know John." "Yeah," I said because that's what you're supposed to say. Erin handed me a glass and I took a sip; it was a very strong but mixed expertly. Something told me that Erin spent a lot of time drinking alone. "So now we have a membership to a golf course. I guess I could go with them but I don't know how to golf either and John didn't bother to include me in the lessons so I guess I know my place." I nodded as she talked because I didn't quite know what to say. I wasn't very good at relationships and certainly had no business trying to tell married couples how to achieve bliss so I just kept my mouth shut. She went on for a few more minutes, me nodding and saying 'hmm' in the appropriate spots. I was so caught up in listening I almost didn't answer when she reiterated her question from the party. "You never answered me the other night Mike. Do you think I'm attractive?" I took a sip from my glass to give myself time to contemplate how to answer that question. Of course she was attractive, I'd fantasized getting her into compromising positions over and over when we played volleyball, but what was the correct was to respond? 'What the hell' I finally decided, and laid it out for her. "Erin I think you are more than attractive, you're down right sexy. I can't believe that John doesn't give you the attention he used to because if I had access to your body..." I said and shook my head, leaving my thought momentarily unfinished. "If you had access to my body, what?" Erin asked a sly smile on her lips. "Well let's just say that your complaint would be the opposite of what it is now. You'd be complaining that you never got a moment to yourself because I'd be all over you like a fat guy on a cheeseburger." That got Erin laughing. "That's a pretty ringing endorsement," she said. "Yeah, well it's the truth. A woman who looks like you should never have to go without. Unless you don't want." "Oh I want," she said. "But John... well, you already got that story from him the other night." I nodded. "Indeed I did and in vivid detail. Is it true he hasn't gone down on you in seven years?" "Something like that." "Damn, that's a shame." "It sure is," Erin said refilling her glass. "That's my favorite." "Having someone go down on you?" "Yeah." "Mine too." Erin smirked. "Every guys favorite thing is to get a blow job." "No, I mean going down on a woman. Getting blown is fine, but there is nothing that compares to using your tongue on your woman. Being able to bring her that much pleasure is such a power trip." "Well that's a change." "How's that?" "Most of the time guys only eat pussy so they can get their dick sucked. They go down there for two minutes and then come back up expecting us to reciprocate." "I dunno," I said shrugging. "I've always felt that if I don't bring my woman pleasure it hasn't been good sex. In fact I like giving more than receiving, I've found that in the long run I feel good for making them feel good. And when you treat a woman like that, she tends to go out of her way to make me feel good. Just a theory." "And a good one," Erin confirmed. "If more guys thought that way there would be a lot less unhappy marriages." A long pause ensued during which time she took the liberty of refilling my glass, not bothering to ask if I wanted another drink or not. Finally I decided to break the silence. "So let me ask you this. Have you ever thought about looking elsewhere for your sexual pleasure?" I asked. Erin seemed to think about the question for a moment before answering. "Yeah I've thought about it but I've never done anything about it. It seems like too much hassle; finding someone to be with and trying to keep it all hush hush. Mostly I think it's just because I don't have the time what with always having the kids around." "The kids aren't around now," I pointed out. "No, I guess they aren't." "And won't be home for hours." "No, I guess they won't be." "So," I said letting the word hang in the air with all the connotations implied. Erin seemed to think for a long moment, then let out a laugh. "Do you want to lick my pussy Mike?" she asked in a tone that was half-joking, half-serious. "Since the moment I laid eyes on you," I responded with no hesitation what so ever. "But I can't start a relationship outside my marriage," she said starting to protest. "Who said anything about a relationship?" I asked crossing the kitchen to where she stood leaning against the opposite counter. I looked her deep in the eyes. "I'm talking about putting my face between your legs and doing something your husband is no longer willing to do. No commitment. No strings. You don't even have to reciprocate." "Oh my god, you're serious aren't you?" "Absolutely. Why wouldn't I be?" She thought for a second. "No strings?" "None." "And you'll never tell anyone?" "Why would I do something like that? I'm interested in giving you pleasure, not causing you pain." Erin swallowed the last of her drink and set her glass on the sink. Then she shrugged her shoulders. "Ok, why not? But we shouldn't go up to the bedroom that would be hard to explain if John comes home early. How about the study?" "Perfect," I said and followed her down the hall into the study. "Well, where do you want me?" she asked when we arrived. I surveyed the room and found the perfect place. In one corner was a large, overstuffed leather chair and matching ottoman. I went over and pushed the ottoman up against the chair, making one long area she could stretch out on. "Sit," I commanded pointing to the seating arrangement I had constructed. Erin slipped off her sandals and padded soundlessly across the room to the chair and sat down. I sank to my knees in front of her and could tell that she was pretty nervous. I put my hands on her thighs and started gently rubbing he smooth skin. I leaned in close to her and our lips met. Our kiss was tentative at first but after a few moments her lips parted and my lips parted and our tongues were dancing around one another. I continued to run my hands over her legs, feeling the taunt musculature that lay just below her smooth skin. After a few minutes I could feel her start to relax and I moved my mouth from her lips to kiss and softly suck at her skin of her neck. Further down I continued, over the ripe mounds of her breasts. Her nipples were erect and strained at the thin material; when I put them in my mouth it confirmed that she wore nothing beneath. A Case of Simple Neglect I gently pushed her back so she was lying with her legs off the ottoman and continued down, over her flat stomach to her legs. Her skin was soft and silky smooth, smelling faintly of coconut. Starting at her left thigh I slowly kissed my way down the tops of her legs, past her knee, down her shin to her delicate ankles. Then I started working my way back up the inside of her leg, past her muscular calves and over her thighs until I came to the hem of her skirt. I then switched legs and repeated the process down her leg, but when I got to her ankle I pushed her leg back and high into the air exposing the back of her legs and causing her skirt to bunch around her waist exposing her entire lower body to me save what was covered by her panties. Which to say wasn't very much. Just as I had surmised from all the time spent staring at her ass through her spandex shorts at volleyball she wore very little in the way of underwear; a simple white thong was all the stood between me and her treasures. Not wanting to risk getting this close only to be turned away I abandoned her leg and dove straight for her pussy. With my left hand I slid the thin material of her panties deftly to the side and plunged my tongue deep into her hole. Erin uttered a gasp, equal parts surprise and pleasure, and her body quivered. She smelled wonderful and tasted even better, her scent filling my nostrils and her juices filling my mouth as I worked my tongue back and forth within her moist walls. Erin spread her legs even wider and urged me to probe deeper by placing her hand on the back of my head. Happy to oblige her demands I pushed my tongue deeper and deeper inside of her, tasting places that I had only fantasized about. Erin held me tighter against her and I licked her more furiously until with a loud cry she orgasmed. I held my tongue deep inside her while her body convulsed, lapping at the juices that were flowing from her glorious slit. When her body shudders finally subsided and she released my head I looked up at Erin from between her legs and grinned. "How was that?" I asked coyly. "Best orgasm I've had in six years," she replied. "Yeah, well you won't have to wait that long for another one," I said and dove back in. I hooked a finger in either side of her panties, pulled them down over her long legs and flung them to parts unknown. Thus exposed I took a moment to soak in the sight of her lower body, splayed open before me. Erin's legs were even better than I could have imagined; all long and silky smooth and well toned from hours in the gym. Her hips were narrow without an extra ounce of fat clinging to them, something that not many mid-thirties women with two kids could claim. The 'coup de gras' lay between her legs, however. Thin lips (made slightly swollen by my activities) framed the entrance to her tunnel; the area around it shaved completely except for a small 'soul patch' of sandy-blonde hair just above her pubic bone. Lowering my head to her the skin of her inner left thigh just above the knee I kissed slowly, inexorably upwards toward her waiting gap. Upon reaching it I passed my tongue over her lips with a quick flick of the tip, then proceeded back down her opposite leg. This time there was no worry that she would rebuff me; I decided that I would try and drink in as much of the body I had been lusting after for months as I could. When my mouth again reached the apex of her thigh I used my fingers to push away the folds of skin hiding her clit. Finding her 'button' I sank my mouth on it and sucked it gently between my lips. I held it in place with as little pressure as I could and used my tongue to draw imaginary circles around the smooth bulb of her clit, feeling it becoming increasingly engorged with each passing moment. My hands were left free to roam her body and they made the most of that opportunity. Starting at her flat stomach I moved them up her torso, under the soft fabric of her top until I reached her twin mounds of flesh. Her nipples were already erect and with one in each hand I tweaked and twisted and teased each rubbery tip in unison. While my hands had moved up her body her hands had moved down. Erin placed one hand on the back of my head, pulling me tighter to her, pressing me hard against her clit while her other hand slid between her legs and, using the first two fingers, deftly spread her pussy lips open to provide me unimpeded access to her. As she pulled me to her she began to gyrate her hips, coaxing herself to another orgasm. "Wow," Erin said when her breathing finally began to slow, "I didn't realize how much I missed this. That was great, thank you." "You're welcome but I hadn't intended to stop just yet." "Oh," she said and look over at the clock on the wall, "well we've still got time and I'm not going to tell you to quit if you're willing to keep going." "I sure am, but would you mind if I adjusted you a little bit?" I asked. "I'm putty in your hands," Erin said smiling wickedly. The adjustment I had in mind wasn't hard to accomplish. I helped her to her feet, unzipped her dress and slid it off of her. Then I had her get back on the chair set up, this time on all fours with her ass in the air. After grabbing a pillow to put my knees on I again sank to the floor. Now I know I've referenced the quality of Erin's ass elsewhere in this story, but even so I wasn't prepared for just how magnificent it was up close and completely bare. It was round and taunt and the absolute perfect mix of muscle and flesh without a blemish anywhere to be found. And trust me I examined every inch of it. I licked it, I kissed it, I even bit at the soft flesh of her backside. My hands traversed the globes of her tanned skin grabbing, pinching and even slapping her backside. If I never got the change to do this again I didn't want to have any regrets about what I should have done when presented with this golden opportunity. When I felt that I had sufficiently explored her ass and committed it to memory for use on those lonely nights I kissed my way down to the slit between her legs to her waiting pussy. It was even wetter than when I had last left it which made me believe that Erin was a fan of ass play. Maybe another time I would get to put that theory to the test but right now I was on a mission to slip my tongue back into her depths. Poising my tongue just inside her lips I grabbed her hips in my hands and gently pulled her back to me sliding my tongue deeper into her. My hands moved to her ass and my face pushed firmly against her, straining to push my tongue deeper and deeper within her. I licked at her depths, running my tongue in circles around her hole, drinking in her juices. I moved one of my hands from her ass around her and down to her clit, pushed away the skin and located it. Taking it between my thumb and forefinger I began to rub it gently. Almost immediately Erin's breathing increased and she pushed herself back against my face, straining to get my tongue lodged as deep inside her as possible. "Can you lick my clit?" she asked in a raspy voice. "Sure," I said removing my mouth from her and dislodging my tongue. At the angle created by having her on her knees I couldn't effectively reach her clit from where I was positioned so I spun around, sat down on the floor and leaned my head back against the ottoman. Erin saw what I had done and lowered herself down onto my face with her clit aimed right at my mouth. It was so engorged now that it poked through the folds of skin like the proverbial 'man in the boat' and I immediately latched onto it, sucking on and pulling it into my mouth. I had a good, firm grip on it and it was a good thing because Erin immediately started grinding against my face. She was pressing hard against me riding my face wildly, bucking her hips in every which way until she let out a loud cry and came. "Gawd Mike, I want you inside me," Erin said shakily. I let her clit slide from between my lips. "We can do whatever you want but I told you that I didn't expect you to reciprocate. This has been just as pleasurable for me as it has been for you." "I doubt that," Erin said taking a small step back and crouching down until she was essentially sitting in my lap and we were face to face. She kissed me deep on the mouth and ground her bare crotch against mine. "Oh, you're so hard," she said a little dreamily when she broke our kiss, "can I pull your cock out?" "You can do whatever you want," I said and meant it. Her hands worked quickly and efficiently on my pants and in no time my fully erect cock was in her soft hand. She positioned me at the entrance to her pussy and I could feel the warmth radiating from her sex. "If you don't want to do this you don't have to," I said giving her one last opportunity to back out. She smiled and gave a little shrug of her shoulders. "In for a penny, in for a pound," she said and sank down on my shaft. Her wetness allowed me to slide easily inside of her and she descended until her hips met mine, my cock entirely inside of her. Erin was neither inexperienced nor possessed any sexual inhibitions of any kind – this girl knew what she wanted and how to get it. What she apparently wanted at the moment in time was my entire cock rammed inside of her hard and fast. At this point saying that Erin and I fucked would be a misnomer; it's best to say she fucked me and I was simply along for the ride. I don't know if she was expressing pent up sexual frustration or if that is just the way she likes it but she quite literally destroyed me where I sat. Not that one bit of what I'm telling you is complaining, I'm just telling you how it went. Again and again Erin rose up my shaft only to crash down again against me with a loud slapping sound when our bodies collided. I virtually ripped her tank top off to expose her breasts and tried to suck on them but she was going up and down so intensely I couldn't keep my mouth on them for more than a moment and so eventually gave up. Instead I planted my hands on her firm ass and watched intently as her flesh swayed each time she crashed down on me. That's a lot of words to describe maybe five minutes in time but there was a lot of activity packed into those five minutes. And that time frame is only significant because that's just about how long it took for Erin to climax, which was nice because she sat down on my lap, ground herself hard against me and kissed me, shoving her tongue so far down my throat I almost couldn't breathe. "Once again thank you," Erin said when she had withdrawn her tongue from my mouth. "We should probably finish up soon but I want to do something nice for you first, if that's ok?" "I'm putty in your hands," I said. "Good. Get up on the ottoman and lay like you had me," she commanded. I obeyed and was stretched out fully on the ottoman, rigid cock waving in the air, just as she commanded when she stood up, put one leg on either side of me and guided me back inside of her. This time she rode me much slower and rhythmically allowing me to feel every inch of her as she expertly fucked me. For a long time I just laid there gazing at her body and enjoying the feeling of being inside Erin's velvety pussy. Erin smiled down at me. "So do you like my body?" I nodded. "Very much so." "I thought you might, I mean you spent all that time staring at me during volleyball. Now that you'd seen me naked I wondered if I measured up to what you imagined." "You knew I was staring at you?" I asked a little ashamed. "C'mon, it's not like you weren't obvious about it," Erin said with a girlish giggle. "Sorry about that." "Oh don't be," she said, "but tell me, do I measure up?" "Without a doubt," I said enthusiastically. "Even better actually." "Let me guess, my ass?" "Well," I said now feeling really uncomfortable. I always figured it would be hard to be bashful when a beautiful woman had herself impaled on your cock but I was finding out differently. "I knew it," Erin said her face breaking into a wide smile. "Well in that case..." she said and let her words trail off. I don't know how she did it – it had never been done before or since in all my sexual escapades, but without taking me from inside of her she turned herself around so she was now facing away from me. She bent slightly at the waist and wiggled her behind at me. "How's that view? Better than through my spandex?" I had no words to express how incredible the view was. All I could see was her perfect ass resting against me and just the hint my cock disappearing between her soft pussy lips. Erin began to gyrate her hips, moving her ass all over my pelvis. Then she leaned far forward and once again started to fuck me. At the beginning she went excruciatingly slow, raising her hips up deliberately until just the very tip of my cock was still inside her before sinking back down. Repeatedly she did this, burning the image of her round ass moving up and down and of her pussy swallowing my prick into my memory. Then she started to go faster and faster and faster until she was plunging me inside of her with the accompanying slap of our colliding skin. I couldn't contain myself any longer despite her orders to lay there and let her 'do something for me' – I reached down and took her hips in my hands, pulling her to me each time she descended while at the same time raising myself off the ottoman to meet her. Erin deduced correctly that my resolve wasn't going to last a whole lot longer. She slowed her pace momentarily and looked back over her shoulder at me. "I'm going to cum," I admitted. "I know you are," she said her wicked smile spreading across her lips. "And in keeping with our reckless actions I want you to cum inside of me." "You sure that's such a good idea?" "No, but seeing as you've given me more pleasure in one afternoon than I've had in the last decade total I think you deserve it." Who would argue with such logic? Certainly not I. Erin instantly resumed fucking me with vigor, ramming every last inch of my cock deep in her wet, waiting hole. I only had to watch that ass bounce up and down a couple of times before the dam broke and I began flooding her with semen. Again and again my muscles convulsed depositing every drop of cum that I had to give deep inside of her. When I finally stopped cumming, Erin stood up slowly and slid my cock from within her swollen pussy lips. She paused for a minute hovering over my prick while some of the seed I had just deposited in her dripped out and onto my shaft. Then she stood all the way up, turned and bent, taking me into her mouth. She sucked and licked our combined juices from my cock giving it a final kiss on the very tip when she had finished. We dressed quickly realizing that we had spent a lot longer in each others company than we had been aware of. I gathered my briefcase and Erin walked me to the door. After quick good bye and a non-committal suggestion that we get together again sometime soon and I was back in my car. As I turned down the street to leave the development I passed John and the kids coming home from their golf outing. He waved and I waved and I wondered how in the hell he could leave a woman like that at home unsatisfied. Erin told me later that John had asked for the papers he knew I was bringing without so much as giving her a kiss hello. She also told me that throughout the evening she frequently had to excuse herself and go to the bathroom as more and more of my cum dripped from her pussy. And that night, as she lay in bed replaying our encounter in her mind she silently masturbated while John lay next to her, still completely unaware.