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From: FrankW265@aol.com
Subject: {ASSM} 21AUG04 -- ME AND MONICA
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Date: Tue, 04 Apr 2006 06:10:02 -0400
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Frank
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{MF; adultery; oral; vaginal; anal; ws.}

   Me and Monica

   I had met Pam's neighbor, Monica, only a few weeks ago.  Pam had told me
just days before my bogus birthday party, "You remember my neighbor,
Monica?" "Vaguely." "Well, she's interested in you." "Really?  Why?  We've
only just been introduced?" "Yeah, well.  She wants to call you.  And,
she'll be at Margaret's party.., you're going to be there, right?" "For a
little bit."

   Monica was among the choir spewing about my leaving the party. 
"Remember me?" she asked.  "Um, yeah.., Pam's neighbor.  She told me you'd
be here..," reaching into my pocket, removing my wallet, and from it, my
calling card, "and she said you wanted this," presenting her with the card.

   "Leaving?" she asked.  "Yeah.  No one bothered to ask me if I had plans
for the day.., as if I'd stay at a baby's birthday party ON MY BIRTHDAY."
"Oh, sorry."

   I stayed at Heather's long enough to wish her daughter [as if the baby
were even aware] a happy birthday [yup, my `granddaughter' and I share a
birthday], greet and play with my `grandson', speak with my [disrespectful]
`daughter' and her mother, as well as my own parents.  It took all of an
hour.

   I left that bogus celebration and went to Red Lobster.  I ate excellent
food.  I was penitently served by beautiful young women...  and now, a day
later, quite to my surprised another woman seemed ready to kneel before me.

   The phone rang while I was dressing for the day.  I picked it up from
the bedside table, glancing at the caller id (Unknown {local call}),
"Hello?"

   "Hey!  It's Monica.., you know, Pam's friend."

   "The neighbor, right.  What can I do for you?"

   "Oh?  Just wonderin' if you'd like to `do something' with me?"

   "If you'd like, we can have dinner tonight."

   "No.., um, nothing like that.., I'm married...."

   "Oh.  Well?  I don't understand then, what kind'a interest do you have
in me?"

   "Pam said you don't like romantic entanglements and ain't interested in
being married."

   "Yeah, sure.  But, I don't see how that would translate into screwing
around secretly with a married woman."

   "OH!?  I'm sorry.  She told me you dated married women."

   "Yeah.  Married women with their husbands.  Even, married women without
their husbands.  But, I don't do anything in secret.  Your husband know
you're looking for a sex partner outside the marriage?"

   "No...."

   "Look.., Pam's told me a bit about you too.  I understand he's been out
of work, a job injury.  And, he's been inattentive and angry.  I understand
your pain and loneliness.  Even, your hope to keep your marriage.  So, you
attend to him sexually.., and; if, he doesn't respond, or, if he should
fail to satisfy you...  call me again."

   "I've tried.., tried to get him to fuck me...  he won't.  He says it
hurts to much.  He just has me blow him or jerk him off.  He won't even
finger me!  And, he never eats me."

   I took pity on the woman, invited her over this afternoon.  She
hesitated, telling me she didn't have much time, she'd have to be home
before "my daughter gets back".  "Well," I responded, "we'll have to get
right to it when you get here."

   I gave her directions to my place and scheduled her for half past noon.

   She arrived early, sat in her car for several minutes, then exited the
vehicle and slowly approached my door.  At my front door, she knocked,
timidly, ignoring [stupid sow] the button to actuate the door bell.  I
opened the door and bid her entry.

   "Hi," she said, stepping through the open doorway and past me.  I
greeted her in kind, then, directed her to a place on the sofa.  As she
sat, I closed the front door, turned from it, and went to the kitchen. 
"Can I get you something to drink?  I've got milk, fruit juice, soda and
iced tea." She asked for a diet "Coke or Pepsi".  "No, no diet here.  I do
have Pepsi though." The sow declined the regular soda, opting for iced tea.

   I poured myself a glass of grape juice before pouring her a glass of
iced tea.  After returning the beverage bottles to the refrigerator, I took
the drinks with me into the living room.  I handed the iced tea to Monica
before placing my grape juice in the beverage holder of the sofa's arm. 
Then, I sat beside the lonely, dissatisfied [yet displaying no sign of
horniness] woman.

   She sat clenched, legs squeezed together, as if her knees could mold
into one piece, arms held across her belly.  I moved closer to her, ran my
hand through her light brown locks of shoulder length brown hair.  It was a
thick mane, not well groomed.  I leaned toward her, kissed her cheek, as my
hand ran through her hair to reach the back of her neck.  Softly, my hand
tickled the hair and flesh where her shoulders meet her head.

   Monica muttered, "Ooh." And, her arms relaxed, falling away from her
belly.  She nearly dropped the iced tea.  But, I took it from her hand and
placed it in the beverage holder beside her.  Then I brought her hands to
my lips, kissed them.  And, I took a finger from each, placing it in my
mouth....

   "Oh, My!"

   I held Monica's fingers in my right hand while my left hand found her
mound through the denim covering it.  The jeans she wore were faded navy
blue and unattractively loose.  Her blouse reminded me of something my
grandmother had worn when she was alive, flowers adorned it like plaid on a
flannel shirt.  Pushing my hand into her pelvis, squeezing and rubbing,
reaching low, plying her thighs apart, stirred her to quivering.

   She reached for and took a sip of her iced tea.  Her face had begun to
warm to a crimson color.  As she replaced the iced tea, I kissed her
freshly moistened cold lips.  Pressing my lips to hers, my hand at the back
of her neck pulling her toward me, we were locked together.  Slowly, my
tongue ran over her lips, prying them apart, delving inside her mouth.

   All the while, my left hand worked the button and zipper of Monica's
pants.  "Shit!" she cried, as my hand reached inside her jeans, deeper,
inside her panties, and found her flower garden.  Breaking our lip lock,
"Relax, enjoy," I whispered.  The fingers of my left hand wormed their way
to her petals.  Then inside, to her stamen.  Simultaneously, the fingers of
my right hand scurried away from Monica's neck to her chest, drawing her
blouse up before burrowing under it, marching to the mountains beneath.

   "You've got great tits," I said, looking directly into her eyes, "You
should show them off a bit." Her eyes had begun to glaze, pupils dilating.
Her mouth remained open, air passed through it, over the tongue hanging
there.  "Uh, huh," she uttered.

   The scent of her sex filled the air.  As I kneaded her tits [first one
then the other], I [easily] slipped two, then three, fingers into her
sopping twat!  I pounded her pussy with those fingers for several minutes.
Her nipples hardened as my hand rolled about her boobs.  "Let's get these
clothes off," I said, ceasing my manipulations, "and go somewhere more
comfortable."

   I led Monica from the living room, left, along the corridor, left, to my
bedroom.  Her pulse raced through her wrist to my fingertips.  Gently, I
pressed and released a point near her wrist, sending a signal along her
nerve, stimulating her to an intoxicated level.  She gasped, audibly. 
Monica was putty, a puddle of warm fluid flowing where I willed.

   Inside my bedroom, Monica crossed the room, discarding her clothes as
she went, to my bed.  With unbecoming dark blue panties still on, Monica
climbed into my bed.  Having removed my pants and shirt at the doorway,
laying them on the floor to the right there, I now stood at the bedside. 
Monica lay back, flat, boobs flopping over her sides, legs spread, a hand
in her panties.

   "Ooh, Frank, Come on baby," she beckoned, curling the index finger of
her free hand.  I removed my undergarments and climbed into bed, moving
toward her.  Immediately, I took her left tit in my mouth, her right in my
right hand, and I grabbed her panties with my left hand.  "Take `em off,
doll," I urged, grabbing her hand, which was busily playing with her wet
cunt.

   Monica quickly complied.  Yanking her hand out of the garment, she
grabbed the panties with both hands and, raising her legs into the air,
hiking her ass up, removed her panties in one movement!  The center point
of the fabric was visible wet!  And, the scent of her womanhood, while not
entirely offensive, was rank, ripe, strong.  Still, I moved toward her
pussy, placing my head between her legs even as she brought them back to
the bed.

   "Let me taste this," I nearly choked, "succulent candy," putting my
tongue inside her womanhood.

   My tongue slipped between her folds, lips kissing her vulva.  Licking
her inner folds, I began to suck the unsweet moisture from them.  Then,
squeezing my lips upon them, I sucked the folds into my mouth.  "OH!  Fuck.
YES!," Monica howled.  "God Dam, Frank.  Suck My Pussy!  Shit, make me
fuck'n cum!" I slipped a finger inside her...  then another...  and three
fingers inside her!

   With sure motion, I poked Monica's twat with my three fingers.  She was
open, wide, willing and easy!  Lifting my head slightly, I flicked her
exposed clit with my tongue.  Monica shivered, quaked.  I kissed her mound,
rubbing her clit with my thumb as my fingers continue moving in and out of
her vagina.  I sucked a nipple, then the other, `til they glistened with
spittle.

   When my three fingers jabbed her vagina, "Hell YES!," Monica shrieked,
grabbing my hand, shoving it into her pelvis.  A river ran from her, over
my fingers, beyond my wrist, sopping my sheets!

   Monica passed out after the throes of her orgasm.  My cock had grown
hard.  "My turn," I whispered, climbing atop her.  As my cock neared her
soaked womanhood, I scooped her knees with my elbows, hoisting her legs and
ass, riding into her as one would ride a water slide!  Though my girth is
impressive, prone to giving women pause, this cunt took it with great ease!

   My rigid member didn't thrust into, it slipped.  I drew her knees, legs,
ass, up, pressing myself toward her chest, bringing my pelvis to hers,
pressing myself into her.  My entire cock, and dare near my balls now,
became buried inside her.  I pressed against her, pushing, moving my hips
forward and back, slowly, deliberately, fucking her.  Monica lay there
beneath me, unconscious, breathing noisily through her mouth, a cold sweat
sheen on her skin.

   I kept my penetration, never drawing out.  No piston movement in this
fuck.  My pelvis rubbing and pressing into her, stimulated my cock inside
Monica's canyon.  My prick raged, began to twitch...  I removed myself from
her.

   "Oh, No," I croaked, "No way this cheat'n bitch gets it this easy.  I
kissed her boobs, suckled them for a bit.  My dick pressed against her
thigh, the head rubbing...  as if it had a mind to fuck!  Unconcerned for
her state of consciousness, I rolled Monica over.  Propping her ass on a
pillow, turning her head to the side, to facilitate not only easy breathing
but easy access to her exhaust chute.

   "Yeah," this lyin' cheat'n wench is gett'n it in'a ass." From the drawer
in the bedside table, I withdrew a bottle of lubricant.  I squeezed a few
dollops from the bottle onto her ass, then a few more into my left hand. 
Applying my left hand to my steel dick, I ran the lubricant into Monica's
asshole with my other hand.  When I could easily slip, slide, the first two
fingers and the tip of my thumb into Monica's asshole, "You're ready."

   My cock was hard and glistening, forged steel fresh from the fire. 
Monica's ass beckoned, smiling, open, as a tidal pool.  I moved between her
legs, approached her backside...  "OH!" she called, as I rammed my cock
into her rectum.  Slamming into her ass, "Fuck, Yeah!  Nice God Damm Ass U
Got!"

   My balls slapped against her pussy.  My manhood defiled her bowel
tunnel. Again.  And, Again.  Still, Again.  I pummeled her ass with my rod.
"NO!  Ow.  O.  Pleese!  It," she mewled.  "Hush.  You came her to get
fucked.  You're Gettin' God Damned Fucked!" "Not," she chirped, "my ass. 
Didn't.., oH!"

   My balls were suddenly rained upon when Monica's bladder loosed it's
contents.

   I kept fucking her lubricated but tight ass!

   My pelvis slapped against her buttocks.  Determined, I rammed her
hole... harder...  deeper...  "Yes," I uttered, "That's it, doll.  That's
it," I called as Monica began to respond to the anal stimulus, twisting,
twitching her body.  Instinctively, her rectum, flexed and relaxed,
squeezed and released my prick as I fucked her.

   "Oh!  Frank.  I didn't.., oh, god!" Monica orgasmed

   "Sweet!" I exalted.  My rigid dick plowed her ass for several more
minutes.  Sweat covered our skin.  Sounds spilled form our throats... 
until seed shot from my cock into her bowels!

   When I drew from her crap hole, cum dribbled from my cock into her ass
crack...  traveling in that canal to her cunt, where her labium caught it.
   21 August 2004 FrankW265

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