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“Shall we go to my place?” Pam asked.
I didn’t know what to say. I was not one to cheat on my wife. I couldn’t bring myself to live with the guilt.
Pam was the neighbor down the street and the jogging buddy with my wife. I found myself attracted to Pam for a variety of reasons, the least of which was her outgoing personality and killer body. I did my best to maintain my distance, but Pam made it very difficult for me.
Pam had invited me to a game of tennis. I used to play tennis back in college, so I eagerly looked forward to a spirited challenge, especially since it had been a few years since I had stepped on to a tennis court.
Pam’s tennis court flash sans underwear robbed me of any concentration I needed to effectively compete against her. I found myself trying to recoup as we settled into the front seat of her two-seated red sports car. Not much needed to be said as Pam rested her hand on my thigh.
“You know you want it,” Pam teased, as she moved her hand up my thigh and felt the bulge in my tennis shorts.
“Oh wow!” Pam exclaimed, feeling my erection. I had to stop her.
“I will do things to you, and with you, that you’ve never experienced before,” Pam suggestively implored.
I closed my eyes as she rubbed my cock through the thin fabric of my shorts. She leaned across the seat divide and whispered, “I want to taste your cock.”
She fumbled with the zipper of my tennis shorts, but only for a second. She pulled my cock from the confines of my underwear and studied it for a second.
“I think I like it,” she remarked, curling her fingers around my thick shaft. Pre-cum leaked from the tip end and she used a finger to spread it around the purplish-gray end of my circumcised phalanx. She leaned over and lightly kissed the tip end of my manhood, then slowly slipped her luscious lips over the end of it. I pulled her hair to the side and held it back, as she pushed her mouth father down the length of my shaft, even as she held it by the base with two fingers and her thumb.
“You’re going to make me cum,” I remarked.
“That’s what I want,” Pam replied. “Cum!”
“I am going to,” I replied. Marianne always pulled off whenever I would make such a pronouncement, so I was surprised when Pam, said “Cum!”
My balls tightened and I shot my first load of semen deep inside of Pam’s oral cavity. A second rope followed. She didn’t flinch or gag, but swallowed everything I had to offer. She hummed as I unloaded inside of her mouth. I couldn’t believe it.
She pulled my cock out of her mouth, and sucked the remnants of cum from the tip end of my still-pulsating cock. I closed my eyes.
“See?” Pam remarked. “I bet you have never been sucked off like this before.”
Only by a drunk stripper, but that is another story for another day. Pam knew what she was doing. I had to admit, her oral skills were excellent.
Pam used a small towel to wipe me clean and then tossed it into her back seat. Part of me feel dirty, and part of me felt great. There was no denying, Pam oozed sexiness on a level I had not experienced before.
“We’ll,” Pam remarked, “We better call it a day. Maybe we can do this again.”
I nodded my head in agreement.
* *
I was in the study when I heard a knock at the back door to our kitchen. Since Marianne, my lovely wife of almost twenty years, was already in the kitchen, I didn’t bother to get up. By the greeting, I could tell it was Pam, the vivacious and very outgoing neighbor, from down the street.
Their conversation was light and giggly. Then I heard Pam remark,
“I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but the look on his face when he realized I didn’t have on any panties was simply priceless.”
I repositioned myself to capture more of the conversation. Unfortunately, the walls in our house don’t lend themselves to eavesdropping very well.
I couldn’t hear Marianne’s side of the conversation, but I could hear Pam very well.
“Oh my Gawd, girl! This guy has a schlong like you wouldn’t believe!” Pam remarked.
I felt guilty listening in to the conversation, but couldn’t help myself.
“Yeah, I gotta go as well,” Pam remarked. I heard the back door open and Pam say, “I’ll see you later.”
A few minutes later and Marianne appeared in the doorway to the study.
“I’m on my to Walmart,” Marianne remarked. “Do you want to go?”
“No,” I replied. I had a ton of work to catch up on and still hadn’t showered. Marianne changed clothes and gave me a peck on the cheek on her way out the door.
“I’ll be back in a bit,” she said as she grabbed her purse and car keys.
I finished up a couple of work projects and then headed in to the shower. I couldn’t get Pam out of my mind. Out of the corner of my eye, in the reflection of the fogged over bathroom mirror, I thought I saw a figure moving.
“Did you forget something?” I called out, thinking it was Marianne. There wasn’t an answer, so I figured that either she didn’t hear me or she had already found what she needed and left.
Then, the shower door opened and in stepped Pam, naked and smiling.
“Are you crazy?” I asked. “Marianne could walk in at any moment!”
Pam said nothing, but pressed herself up against me, feeling for my cock, her other arm reaching around my neck, pulling me into a deep passionate kiss.
I ran my hands down her slender body and cupped her firm ass, pulling her in closer. Pam dropped to her knees, even as the water spray cascaded on top of her. She took my cock in hand and rubbed her thumb along the backside, right were the fold of the foreskin broke. Then she slipped the purplish grey tip of my phalanx into her mouth. She moved her head back and forth, working her way down my thick shaft.
She cupped my balls with one hand, while holding on to the base of my cock with the other. I couldn’t hold back. My buttocks tightened and I shot my load deep inside of her mouth. She swallowed every bit of what I offered. She looked up at me and smiled, as she sucked the last vestiges of semen out of me just before running her wicked little tongue along the backside of my cock. She stood and we kissed. I could taste the bland remnants of my manhood mixed in with her saliva.
Then, as quick as she had appeared, she stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and proceeded to dry herself off. On my Gawd! what a turn on! She stepped through the door way of the bathroom and disappeared from my view. I turned off the water, stepped out of the shower stall, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself.
“Pam!” I called out. She didn’t answer. I looked for her in the hallway. I looked in the living room, but didn’t see her. Was I dreaming? My cock said no, but my mind was befuddled. How could she have simply come and gone that quick?
I made my way back to the bathroom and got dressed.
I was on my way out to the living room, when Marianne stepped into the kitchen, an arm full of grocery bags.
“Did you get anything done?” she asked.
“Yes, I did,” I replied.
I helped Marianne take in the rest of the grocery items. Marianne stepped out on to the pool deck to put away some plant fertilizer she had bought. I was sitting in my easy chair when Marianne stepped in front of me, holding a white bath towel.
“Can you please do me a favor?” she remarked, obviously upset. “Please don’t use our good bath towels outside. We have pool towels, for the pool. Bath towels belong in the bathroom!”
I didn’t say a word.
I didn’t know what to say. I was not one to cheat on my wife. I couldn’t bring myself to live with the guilt.
Pam was the neighbor down the street and the jogging buddy with my wife. I found myself attracted to Pam for a variety of reasons, the least of which was her outgoing personality and killer body. I did my best to maintain my distance, but Pam made it very difficult for me.
Pam had invited me to a game of tennis. I used to play tennis back in college, so I eagerly looked forward to a spirited challenge, especially since it had been a few years since I had stepped on to a tennis court.
Pam’s tennis court flash sans underwear robbed me of any concentration I needed to effectively compete against her. I found myself trying to recoup as we settled into the front seat of her two-seated red sports car. Not much needed to be said as Pam rested her hand on my thigh.
“You know you want it,” Pam teased, as she moved her hand up my thigh and felt the bulge in my tennis shorts.
“Oh wow!” Pam exclaimed, feeling my erection. I had to stop her.
“I will do things to you, and with you, that you’ve never experienced before,” Pam suggestively implored.
I closed my eyes as she rubbed my cock through the thin fabric of my shorts. She leaned across the seat divide and whispered, “I want to taste your cock.”
She fumbled with the zipper of my tennis shorts, but only for a second. She pulled my cock from the confines of my underwear and studied it for a second.
“I think I like it,” she remarked, curling her fingers around my thick shaft. Pre-cum leaked from the tip end and she used a finger to spread it around the purplish-gray end of my circumcised phalanx. She leaned over and lightly kissed the tip end of my manhood, then slowly slipped her luscious lips over the end of it. I pulled her hair to the side and held it back, as she pushed her mouth father down the length of my shaft, even as she held it by the base with two fingers and her thumb.
“You’re going to make me cum,” I remarked.
“That’s what I want,” Pam replied. “Cum!”
“I am going to,” I replied. Marianne always pulled off whenever I would make such a pronouncement, so I was surprised when Pam, said “Cum!”
My balls tightened and I shot my first load of semen deep inside of Pam’s oral cavity. A second rope followed. She didn’t flinch or gag, but swallowed everything I had to offer. She hummed as I unloaded inside of her mouth. I couldn’t believe it.
She pulled my cock out of her mouth, and sucked the remnants of cum from the tip end of my still-pulsating cock. I closed my eyes.
“See?” Pam remarked. “I bet you have never been sucked off like this before.”
Only by a drunk stripper, but that is another story for another day. Pam knew what she was doing. I had to admit, her oral skills were excellent.
Pam used a small towel to wipe me clean and then tossed it into her back seat. Part of me feel dirty, and part of me felt great. There was no denying, Pam oozed sexiness on a level I had not experienced before.
“We’ll,” Pam remarked, “We better call it a day. Maybe we can do this again.”
I nodded my head in agreement.
* *
I was in the study when I heard a knock at the back door to our kitchen. Since Marianne, my lovely wife of almost twenty years, was already in the kitchen, I didn’t bother to get up. By the greeting, I could tell it was Pam, the vivacious and very outgoing neighbor, from down the street.
Their conversation was light and giggly. Then I heard Pam remark,
“I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but the look on his face when he realized I didn’t have on any panties was simply priceless.”
I repositioned myself to capture more of the conversation. Unfortunately, the walls in our house don’t lend themselves to eavesdropping very well.
I couldn’t hear Marianne’s side of the conversation, but I could hear Pam very well.
“Oh my Gawd, girl! This guy has a schlong like you wouldn’t believe!” Pam remarked.
I felt guilty listening in to the conversation, but couldn’t help myself.
“Yeah, I gotta go as well,” Pam remarked. I heard the back door open and Pam say, “I’ll see you later.”
A few minutes later and Marianne appeared in the doorway to the study.
“I’m on my to Walmart,” Marianne remarked. “Do you want to go?”
“No,” I replied. I had a ton of work to catch up on and still hadn’t showered. Marianne changed clothes and gave me a peck on the cheek on her way out the door.
“I’ll be back in a bit,” she said as she grabbed her purse and car keys.
I finished up a couple of work projects and then headed in to the shower. I couldn’t get Pam out of my mind. Out of the corner of my eye, in the reflection of the fogged over bathroom mirror, I thought I saw a figure moving.
“Did you forget something?” I called out, thinking it was Marianne. There wasn’t an answer, so I figured that either she didn’t hear me or she had already found what she needed and left.
Then, the shower door opened and in stepped Pam, naked and smiling.
“Are you crazy?” I asked. “Marianne could walk in at any moment!”
Pam said nothing, but pressed herself up against me, feeling for my cock, her other arm reaching around my neck, pulling me into a deep passionate kiss.
I ran my hands down her slender body and cupped her firm ass, pulling her in closer. Pam dropped to her knees, even as the water spray cascaded on top of her. She took my cock in hand and rubbed her thumb along the backside, right were the fold of the foreskin broke. Then she slipped the purplish grey tip of my phalanx into her mouth. She moved her head back and forth, working her way down my thick shaft.
She cupped my balls with one hand, while holding on to the base of my cock with the other. I couldn’t hold back. My buttocks tightened and I shot my load deep inside of her mouth. She swallowed every bit of what I offered. She looked up at me and smiled, as she sucked the last vestiges of semen out of me just before running her wicked little tongue along the backside of my cock. She stood and we kissed. I could taste the bland remnants of my manhood mixed in with her saliva.
Then, as quick as she had appeared, she stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and proceeded to dry herself off. On my Gawd! what a turn on! She stepped through the door way of the bathroom and disappeared from my view. I turned off the water, stepped out of the shower stall, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself.
“Pam!” I called out. She didn’t answer. I looked for her in the hallway. I looked in the living room, but didn’t see her. Was I dreaming? My cock said no, but my mind was befuddled. How could she have simply come and gone that quick?
I made my way back to the bathroom and got dressed.
I was on my way out to the living room, when Marianne stepped into the kitchen, an arm full of grocery bags.
“Did you get anything done?” she asked.
“Yes, I did,” I replied.
I helped Marianne take in the rest of the grocery items. Marianne stepped out on to the pool deck to put away some plant fertilizer she had bought. I was sitting in my easy chair when Marianne stepped in front of me, holding a white bath towel.
“Can you please do me a favor?” she remarked, obviously upset. “Please don’t use our good bath towels outside. We have pool towels, for the pool. Bath towels belong in the bathroom!”
I didn’t say a word.
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