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It started when she asked me to come over to her house to check out her computer. Marcia said her computer was running very slowly, and sometimes it wouldn't even boot up at all. I told her I had the same problems at work and had found some great software that could address the issues. My wife, Patty, and I had known Marcia for many years. She even worked with Patty at the hospital. We had been married for fifteen years (we were in our mid-forties), but our relationship was extremely routine and practically without passion -- just going through the motions. I guess we both knew it, but were too complacent to make any changes or end it altogether.
I arrived at Marcia's house at around 7:30 on a Tuesday evening. We chatted for a few minutes before I got to work on her computer. After loading the software, I told her it would take about an hour to go through its diagnostics and give a report of the results of the tests. We had time to talk more. She offered me a drink, I asked for water, so we walked into her kitchen and sat at her small breakfast table. I asked her how things were going, and she said, "Not so good." I asked what was wrong, and she replied, "This town is too damned small. That's what's wrong."
"Too small for what?" I didn't catch on too quickly sometimes.
"Too small to find somebody decent to go out with," she said. "You guys are so lucky to have found each other. Do you have a twin brother?" She laughed when she said it.
"Things aren't always a wonderful as they seem."
"What do you mean?"
"Let's just say it gets kinda cool at our house, even in the summer," I said. "I can't believe that guys aren't asking you out all the time." Marcia was in her late thirties, had never been married, and had not had a long-term relationship as long as we had known her.
"I think guys around here are mostly interested in big boobs, and as you and everybody else knows, I got short-changed in that department."
Marcia was medium build, about 5'6" with shoulder length dark brown hair and very dark eyes. Her skin was very smooth and maintained a perpetual light tan color year-round. She had somewhat wide hips, and her butt was like a nice little shelf -- the kind that most women are self-conscious about but most men find irresistible. She did indeed have very small breasts that practically disappeared in the tee-shirt she was wearing.
"There is absolutely nothing wrong with the way you look, Marcia. I'm afraid the guys around here are good old boys and rednecks who don't really appreciate women at all, on hardly any level. They're looking for some ideal -- like an actress or something. Most of them would be perfectly happy with a woman who looks like a porn star but can't complete a sentence. They don't have a clue what a woman like you has to offer and how lucky they would be to find out."
"That was very sweet," she said. "I had no idea about you and Patty. At work she acts like everything is fine. She talks about how wonderful you are and that you never fight."
"We don't. Maybe I have an overactive sex drive or something. I don't know. If we were going to fight, it would be about that. But I don't want sex unless I know the person I'm with wants it as much as I do. So, no, we don't fight."
She smiled, hesitated, then asked, "How often do the two of you, uh, you know, do it?"
I chuckled and said, "We haven't 'done it' in about three months."
"Oh my god! That isn't what she leads everybody at work to believe. I would be bouncing off the walls if I had gone that long without it." I could tell she slightly regretted that last admission.
I smiled and said, "Really? I had no idea you had such an active sex life!"
We both laughed and she said, "I don't! That's the problem. I'm flying solo."
We laughed again and I made a bad joke about being careful not to chip a tooth on a vibrator, and she said something about spending a fortune in batteries. I said I needed to check on the progress of the software, so we walked back into the den where the computer station was set up. I sat down, and she walked up behind me to look over my shoulder.
"I'm sorry you're unhappy," I said.
"I just get lonely sometimes," she said. "I guess I get frustrated too. If you know what I mean."
"Flying solo doesn't always get you to your destination, does it?"
She laughed loudly, "Exactly! Well said!"
I knew I shouldn't say it, but it came out anyway. "I wish I could help you."
Then she put her hand on my shoulder, reached down, and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and said, "You're the best."
When I turned around to smile and thank her, something clicked. I looked up into her face. She wasn't smiling, but she had what appeared to be a look of appreciation. Her eyes were staring so deeply into my own that it almost made me shiver. I could tell she needed to break the tension when she softly said, "Are we about to do something here?"
All I could say was, "I don't know."
She began to lean down towards my face, and without ever thinking twice and with no hesitation, I started to get up out of the chair to meet her. I was only an inch or two taller than she, so I could easily look directly into her eyes. For the first minute or two, our kisses were just on the lips, with our mouths slightly parted so as to just barely feel the inside of each others lips. I held her face in my hands, and pulled away several times to look into her dark eyes, which were almost hypnotic. With each return to her lips, I felt her pressing her hips toward me. I became hard very quickly, and though I'm not well-endowed, I knew she could feel my erection.
She carried it to the next phase by standing up on her toes and pushing her pelvis forward and then down, rubbing it across my erection. Her mouth opened and her tongue thickly entered my mouth as we began to taste each other. Her breathing became more rapid, and she started to moan as we both were rocking our hips toward one another in an up-and-down rhythm. I reached behind her and slid my hands beneath her tee shirt to grip the small of her back, and then instinctively lowered my hands to cup her butt cheeks. She pushed her rear out to meet my hands and then rocked up, over, and down on the bulge in my pants, emitting a quick "Oh" as her butt cheeks flexed in my hands.
I moved away from her mouth and to the soft flesh of her neck and whispered, "You are so incredibly beautiful."
"I know this is wrong, but I can't help it. I want you so badly," she said in very breathy tones.
"I feel the same way," I said.
I reached beneath the front of her shirt and began to massage her breasts through her bra. I was surprised at how much her nipples protruded, especially from such small breasts. She pulled back slightly, reached down, and quickly pulled her shirt over her head. Without hesitating she unbuttoned my shirt and slid it down my arms to the chair. I then reached around her to pull her closely and kissed her deeply again. We continued to grind our hips together, and I could feel the end of my penis already getting wet. I raised my hands up her back and unfastened her bra. She gathered her shoulders inward to allow it to slip down her arms, and for a brief moment, her small breasts were pushed together just enough to make a slight cleavage.
I looked down at her chest and said, "Perfect."
She smiled at me and said, "Hardly."
I sheepishly smiled and said, "No, that's me."
She laughed and started kissing me again. As she did, I reached my hand down between us and cupped her crotch in my hand and started to rub between her legs. I could feel the heat and the moisture seeping though her panties to the cotton pants she wore. As I continued, she rocked vigorously against my hand and began to moan louder.
Then I stepped behind her, pulled her hair to one side, and started kissing her neck from behind. She leaned her head over to expose that side of her neck to me. I started at her shoulder and kissed my way up to just under her ear, brushing her skin with the tip of my tongue. I reached around her, unbuttoned her pants, unzipped them, and slid them down her legs. As she stepped out of them, I slid my hands up her back to her shoulders and massaged them for several seconds, then I slid them under her arms to cup her breasts and fondle her hard nipples between my fingers. I repeatedly dropped my hands to her stomach and slid them up to her breasts, allowing her nipples to flip through my fingers. Small though they were, her breasts were obviously sensitive. She just kept whispering, "Yes. Oh yes."
She reached her hand behind her back and began stroking me through my pants, then she reached further with both hands and grabbed my hips while she pushed her butt into my crotch. I was getting light-headed. I reached down her stomach, slid my index fingers under her panties, and slowly pulled them down her thighs. She pushed her legs together at the knees and let them fall to the floor. As I stood back up, she pushed her butt into my chest and let it slide down my stomach until it reached my crotch again. I could smell the wonderful musk of her genitals, and took a moment to breathe her in deeply.
I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, and she turned around to pull them down, along with my underwear, all in one move. My penis was throbbing, and she wrapped her warm fingers around the shaft as she came back up to face me and started kissing me deeply again. She took her other hand and began to gently cup and squeeze my balls, flicking her middle finger further back to stroke my anus too. I reached down between her legs to feel the short-cropped pubic hair, now thoroughly soaked. We turned slightly away from each other as we continued this mutual fondling. My middle finger found her swollen clit as I repeatedly dipped my finger in her vaginal wetness and slid it forward through her lips to stroke it. We were both moaning, totally lost in giving and receiving pleasure.
I decided what I wanted more than anything else at that moment was to bring her to orgasm. I had no idea how long it would take, but I was certainly more than willing to take however much time she wanted. I moved to her side, and guided to her to place her hands on the back of the chair. As she leaned over slightly, I kept one hand on her clit, rubbing with a steady rhythm. I reached my other hand behind her, slid it down her round butt, and extended my middle finger to slide it an inch or so into her vagina. She began to rock her hips with my strokes. As I continued, her juices were drooling out of her and began dripping down my hand. My penis was rubbing against the cheek of her butt, and I could feel the wet streaks I was leaving there.
As I continued to stroke her from front and back, I could feel her body becoming more rigid. Her butt cheeks began to clamp and release, clamp and release, with a steady rhythm. My fingers were soaked with her wetness. I was applying more pressure to her clit, making more circular motions in response to her movements. I continued to stimulate her like this for about ten or fifteen minutes, pulling back from time to time to squeeze her butt cheeks or to dart up to her breasts briefly. With the hand I was using from behind, I allowed my pinky finger to start stroking her anus, applying just enough pressure to feel the soft inside without completely penetrating it. She was breathing hard and shallow and making wonderful noises from deep in her throat. She looked over her shoulder at me and said, "I love the way you touch me."
"You are so incredibly sexy," I said. "I love how you feel in my fingers."
She simply said, "Tell me."
I took this to mean she was very close and only a little encouragement would send her over the edge. "You make me so excited I'm about to burst," I said. "I can't wait to lick you off my fingers. I want to be so deep inside you. You are absolutely beautiful."
Right then, her back arched, and her butt spread open to the point that I could see my finger inside her vagina and my pinky finger sliding to the first digit into her anus. Then her butt cheeks filled with goose bumps and began to quiver. Her breathing completely stopped. She suddenly stepped up on her tip-toes, clamped her butt cheeks down on my hand and wrist, and thrust her hips forward against my other hand. She squeezed her thighs together, and I could feel her engorged clit withdraw in its hood until it was barely there at all. Her legs began shaking, as if uncontrollably. I could feel her anus contracting on the very tip of my pinky finger, which was all that was left inside of her. Then she emitted several very sharp and short "Oh" sounds as her breathing returned in spasms. Her back arched again, and her butt began to hump against my wrist and hand. My pinky was no longer inside her, but was now rubbing her anus externally, and she was pushing down on my middle finger with her vagina as the last waves of her orgasm swept over her body.
She struggled to stand up straight, turned to me, and kissed me deeply. I wrapped her in my arms, but my stiff penis hindered me from pulling her whole body close to me. She reached down and took my hand and walked me over to her couch. As I sat down, in a very fluid motion she straddled my hips and kissed my deeply again. She reached down, took my penis in her hand, and guided it into her vagina. As she slowly but deliberately rode up and down on me, I was finally in a position to suck her nipples. I could tell she was looking down at me as I took them, by turn, in my mouth. I reached around and squeezed her butt cheeks, spreading them as she began to pump me faster. I kept imagining what she must look like from behind as she was riding me, with her magnificent butt cheeks spread wide open. I couldn't resist rubbing her anus again, and reaching further to touch my shaft as it slid in and out of her soaked vagina.
I knew it wouldn't take very long for me to get there, and I was pleasantly surprised to feel her legs start squeezing together as her humping became more of a grind against my pubic bone. Just when I felt the muscles in my pelvic floor start to contract, I felt the goose bumps return on her butt cheeks. She was coming again, and this time, with me. As the waves subsided, she rested her head on my shoulder, and said, "That was so good."
We stayed in that position for quite a while, then she slid away from me and we lay side-by-side on her couch for thirty minutes or more. The software had finished its work, and I knew I couldn't stay. At least not that night. We both got dressed silently, and we kissed deeply again, fully clothed.
As I headed to her door to leave, I turned to her for one last kiss.
"I hope you're not sorry," she said.
I reached for her face, looked deeply into her eyes, and said, "I've never been happier."
I arrived at Marcia's house at around 7:30 on a Tuesday evening. We chatted for a few minutes before I got to work on her computer. After loading the software, I told her it would take about an hour to go through its diagnostics and give a report of the results of the tests. We had time to talk more. She offered me a drink, I asked for water, so we walked into her kitchen and sat at her small breakfast table. I asked her how things were going, and she said, "Not so good." I asked what was wrong, and she replied, "This town is too damned small. That's what's wrong."
"Too small for what?" I didn't catch on too quickly sometimes.
"Too small to find somebody decent to go out with," she said. "You guys are so lucky to have found each other. Do you have a twin brother?" She laughed when she said it.
"Things aren't always a wonderful as they seem."
"What do you mean?"
"Let's just say it gets kinda cool at our house, even in the summer," I said. "I can't believe that guys aren't asking you out all the time." Marcia was in her late thirties, had never been married, and had not had a long-term relationship as long as we had known her.
"I think guys around here are mostly interested in big boobs, and as you and everybody else knows, I got short-changed in that department."
Marcia was medium build, about 5'6" with shoulder length dark brown hair and very dark eyes. Her skin was very smooth and maintained a perpetual light tan color year-round. She had somewhat wide hips, and her butt was like a nice little shelf -- the kind that most women are self-conscious about but most men find irresistible. She did indeed have very small breasts that practically disappeared in the tee-shirt she was wearing.
"There is absolutely nothing wrong with the way you look, Marcia. I'm afraid the guys around here are good old boys and rednecks who don't really appreciate women at all, on hardly any level. They're looking for some ideal -- like an actress or something. Most of them would be perfectly happy with a woman who looks like a porn star but can't complete a sentence. They don't have a clue what a woman like you has to offer and how lucky they would be to find out."
"That was very sweet," she said. "I had no idea about you and Patty. At work she acts like everything is fine. She talks about how wonderful you are and that you never fight."
"We don't. Maybe I have an overactive sex drive or something. I don't know. If we were going to fight, it would be about that. But I don't want sex unless I know the person I'm with wants it as much as I do. So, no, we don't fight."
She smiled, hesitated, then asked, "How often do the two of you, uh, you know, do it?"
I chuckled and said, "We haven't 'done it' in about three months."
"Oh my god! That isn't what she leads everybody at work to believe. I would be bouncing off the walls if I had gone that long without it." I could tell she slightly regretted that last admission.
I smiled and said, "Really? I had no idea you had such an active sex life!"
We both laughed and she said, "I don't! That's the problem. I'm flying solo."
We laughed again and I made a bad joke about being careful not to chip a tooth on a vibrator, and she said something about spending a fortune in batteries. I said I needed to check on the progress of the software, so we walked back into the den where the computer station was set up. I sat down, and she walked up behind me to look over my shoulder.
"I'm sorry you're unhappy," I said.
"I just get lonely sometimes," she said. "I guess I get frustrated too. If you know what I mean."
"Flying solo doesn't always get you to your destination, does it?"
She laughed loudly, "Exactly! Well said!"
I knew I shouldn't say it, but it came out anyway. "I wish I could help you."
Then she put her hand on my shoulder, reached down, and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and said, "You're the best."
When I turned around to smile and thank her, something clicked. I looked up into her face. She wasn't smiling, but she had what appeared to be a look of appreciation. Her eyes were staring so deeply into my own that it almost made me shiver. I could tell she needed to break the tension when she softly said, "Are we about to do something here?"
All I could say was, "I don't know."
She began to lean down towards my face, and without ever thinking twice and with no hesitation, I started to get up out of the chair to meet her. I was only an inch or two taller than she, so I could easily look directly into her eyes. For the first minute or two, our kisses were just on the lips, with our mouths slightly parted so as to just barely feel the inside of each others lips. I held her face in my hands, and pulled away several times to look into her dark eyes, which were almost hypnotic. With each return to her lips, I felt her pressing her hips toward me. I became hard very quickly, and though I'm not well-endowed, I knew she could feel my erection.
She carried it to the next phase by standing up on her toes and pushing her pelvis forward and then down, rubbing it across my erection. Her mouth opened and her tongue thickly entered my mouth as we began to taste each other. Her breathing became more rapid, and she started to moan as we both were rocking our hips toward one another in an up-and-down rhythm. I reached behind her and slid my hands beneath her tee shirt to grip the small of her back, and then instinctively lowered my hands to cup her butt cheeks. She pushed her rear out to meet my hands and then rocked up, over, and down on the bulge in my pants, emitting a quick "Oh" as her butt cheeks flexed in my hands.
I moved away from her mouth and to the soft flesh of her neck and whispered, "You are so incredibly beautiful."
"I know this is wrong, but I can't help it. I want you so badly," she said in very breathy tones.
"I feel the same way," I said.
I reached beneath the front of her shirt and began to massage her breasts through her bra. I was surprised at how much her nipples protruded, especially from such small breasts. She pulled back slightly, reached down, and quickly pulled her shirt over her head. Without hesitating she unbuttoned my shirt and slid it down my arms to the chair. I then reached around her to pull her closely and kissed her deeply again. We continued to grind our hips together, and I could feel the end of my penis already getting wet. I raised my hands up her back and unfastened her bra. She gathered her shoulders inward to allow it to slip down her arms, and for a brief moment, her small breasts were pushed together just enough to make a slight cleavage.
I looked down at her chest and said, "Perfect."
She smiled at me and said, "Hardly."
I sheepishly smiled and said, "No, that's me."
She laughed and started kissing me again. As she did, I reached my hand down between us and cupped her crotch in my hand and started to rub between her legs. I could feel the heat and the moisture seeping though her panties to the cotton pants she wore. As I continued, she rocked vigorously against my hand and began to moan louder.
Then I stepped behind her, pulled her hair to one side, and started kissing her neck from behind. She leaned her head over to expose that side of her neck to me. I started at her shoulder and kissed my way up to just under her ear, brushing her skin with the tip of my tongue. I reached around her, unbuttoned her pants, unzipped them, and slid them down her legs. As she stepped out of them, I slid my hands up her back to her shoulders and massaged them for several seconds, then I slid them under her arms to cup her breasts and fondle her hard nipples between my fingers. I repeatedly dropped my hands to her stomach and slid them up to her breasts, allowing her nipples to flip through my fingers. Small though they were, her breasts were obviously sensitive. She just kept whispering, "Yes. Oh yes."
She reached her hand behind her back and began stroking me through my pants, then she reached further with both hands and grabbed my hips while she pushed her butt into my crotch. I was getting light-headed. I reached down her stomach, slid my index fingers under her panties, and slowly pulled them down her thighs. She pushed her legs together at the knees and let them fall to the floor. As I stood back up, she pushed her butt into my chest and let it slide down my stomach until it reached my crotch again. I could smell the wonderful musk of her genitals, and took a moment to breathe her in deeply.
I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, and she turned around to pull them down, along with my underwear, all in one move. My penis was throbbing, and she wrapped her warm fingers around the shaft as she came back up to face me and started kissing me deeply again. She took her other hand and began to gently cup and squeeze my balls, flicking her middle finger further back to stroke my anus too. I reached down between her legs to feel the short-cropped pubic hair, now thoroughly soaked. We turned slightly away from each other as we continued this mutual fondling. My middle finger found her swollen clit as I repeatedly dipped my finger in her vaginal wetness and slid it forward through her lips to stroke it. We were both moaning, totally lost in giving and receiving pleasure.
I decided what I wanted more than anything else at that moment was to bring her to orgasm. I had no idea how long it would take, but I was certainly more than willing to take however much time she wanted. I moved to her side, and guided to her to place her hands on the back of the chair. As she leaned over slightly, I kept one hand on her clit, rubbing with a steady rhythm. I reached my other hand behind her, slid it down her round butt, and extended my middle finger to slide it an inch or so into her vagina. She began to rock her hips with my strokes. As I continued, her juices were drooling out of her and began dripping down my hand. My penis was rubbing against the cheek of her butt, and I could feel the wet streaks I was leaving there.
As I continued to stroke her from front and back, I could feel her body becoming more rigid. Her butt cheeks began to clamp and release, clamp and release, with a steady rhythm. My fingers were soaked with her wetness. I was applying more pressure to her clit, making more circular motions in response to her movements. I continued to stimulate her like this for about ten or fifteen minutes, pulling back from time to time to squeeze her butt cheeks or to dart up to her breasts briefly. With the hand I was using from behind, I allowed my pinky finger to start stroking her anus, applying just enough pressure to feel the soft inside without completely penetrating it. She was breathing hard and shallow and making wonderful noises from deep in her throat. She looked over her shoulder at me and said, "I love the way you touch me."
"You are so incredibly sexy," I said. "I love how you feel in my fingers."
She simply said, "Tell me."
I took this to mean she was very close and only a little encouragement would send her over the edge. "You make me so excited I'm about to burst," I said. "I can't wait to lick you off my fingers. I want to be so deep inside you. You are absolutely beautiful."
Right then, her back arched, and her butt spread open to the point that I could see my finger inside her vagina and my pinky finger sliding to the first digit into her anus. Then her butt cheeks filled with goose bumps and began to quiver. Her breathing completely stopped. She suddenly stepped up on her tip-toes, clamped her butt cheeks down on my hand and wrist, and thrust her hips forward against my other hand. She squeezed her thighs together, and I could feel her engorged clit withdraw in its hood until it was barely there at all. Her legs began shaking, as if uncontrollably. I could feel her anus contracting on the very tip of my pinky finger, which was all that was left inside of her. Then she emitted several very sharp and short "Oh" sounds as her breathing returned in spasms. Her back arched again, and her butt began to hump against my wrist and hand. My pinky was no longer inside her, but was now rubbing her anus externally, and she was pushing down on my middle finger with her vagina as the last waves of her orgasm swept over her body.
She struggled to stand up straight, turned to me, and kissed me deeply. I wrapped her in my arms, but my stiff penis hindered me from pulling her whole body close to me. She reached down and took my hand and walked me over to her couch. As I sat down, in a very fluid motion she straddled my hips and kissed my deeply again. She reached down, took my penis in her hand, and guided it into her vagina. As she slowly but deliberately rode up and down on me, I was finally in a position to suck her nipples. I could tell she was looking down at me as I took them, by turn, in my mouth. I reached around and squeezed her butt cheeks, spreading them as she began to pump me faster. I kept imagining what she must look like from behind as she was riding me, with her magnificent butt cheeks spread wide open. I couldn't resist rubbing her anus again, and reaching further to touch my shaft as it slid in and out of her soaked vagina.
I knew it wouldn't take very long for me to get there, and I was pleasantly surprised to feel her legs start squeezing together as her humping became more of a grind against my pubic bone. Just when I felt the muscles in my pelvic floor start to contract, I felt the goose bumps return on her butt cheeks. She was coming again, and this time, with me. As the waves subsided, she rested her head on my shoulder, and said, "That was so good."
We stayed in that position for quite a while, then she slid away from me and we lay side-by-side on her couch for thirty minutes or more. The software had finished its work, and I knew I couldn't stay. At least not that night. We both got dressed silently, and we kissed deeply again, fully clothed.
As I headed to her door to leave, I turned to her for one last kiss.
"I hope you're not sorry," she said.
I reached for her face, looked deeply into her eyes, and said, "I've never been happier."
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