
     This is the time of year when the Girl Scouts have their cookie
drive, and my wife had ordered some (as usual - she's always spending
money on "worthy causes").  On Saturday, the wife and kids went into
town to do some shopping and she said they'd be gone 'till after
suppertime, so I was on my own for the whole day!  It's VERY infrequent
that I get a day to myself at home, and planned to use the quiet to back
up my hard disk and do some general clean-up around the room that the
computer is in.

     And so it went for about an hour, when I started off-loading some
GIF pictures.  I didn't recognize the name of some of them, so spent a
few moments perusing the pictures of the naked ladies in all their
glory, doing what naked ladies do best!  Then it occured to me that I
could pull out some video-tapes of some hard-core porn flicks and watch
them for awhile, since I was alone.  Usually, it's late at night when
all the kids are in bed that I get a chance to see them, and usually the
wife gets bored and goes to bed anyway, so I haven't watched them in a
long time, and this seemed like as good a time as any to let my mind
wander off into fantasy world.  So I found where they were hidden and
grabbed a cold beer on the way to the VCR.  I put in the tape and got it
started, then built a fire in the fireplace, thinking I'd cozy-up on the
floor next to it with an afghan and pillows and watch about 6 hours of
fucking on television.

     About 10 minutes into the first movie, the doorbell rang.  Living
in the country, about the only time we get anyone at our door is the
church groupies on Saturday afternoons, and they're usually hard to get
rid of, so I decided to leave the movie on with the sound turned up.
That should really piss 'em off...they'd be so embarrased, they'd leave
in a HURRY!!

     So I unlocked the door and began opening it, listening in the back-
ground to some loud moaning and groaning, with occasional dialog such as
"...FUCK me... OOOOHHHH YEEESSSSSSSS...", etc., etc., etc....

     However, to MY embarrasment, it wasn't the church people after all!
It was the mother of one of my daughter's friends, delivering my wife's
order of Girl Scout cookies!  She had her arms full, and since it was in
the mid-30's outside, I asked her to come in and set the cookies down on
the table near the front door.  Needless to say, when she realized what
the sounds were that she was hearing, she turned a deep shade of red!

     Then she asked what I was watching.  I told her about how I turned
up the sound to piss off the church groupies that usually came around
on Saturday afternoons, and so forth.  She thought that was as funny as
I thought it was gonna be.  Then she asked which movie I was watching.
When I told her, she said she hadn't seen that one herself.  Her
husband usually rented porno-movies for "special" nights at her house,
when their daughter was staying over-night at a friends' house (usually
mine!).

     So, being neighborly, I asked her if she'd care to take a few
minutes out of her rounds to watch some of the movie.  Her response was
that our cookies were the last to be delivered, she'd been on the rounds
for a couple of hours and was kinda worn out, cold, and was ready to
relax.  She'd planned on going on home, of course, but, "...why not?".

     Now, I didn't know her very well, had only met her on a couple of
occasions, usually in dropping off my daughter at her house, or she
dropping her daughter off at mine, and those were only for a few
minutes.  She seemed like a nice enough lady, fer sure, but I'm usually
quiet, shy, reserved, and not much for small talk.  I really didn't
expect her to say "yes" to my offer!  Questions raced through my head
about what I'd tell my wife if they ever talked about how this lady
watched porno-movies at my house....

     She took off her coat and handed it to me, so I hung it in the
closet in the hallway near the door while she walked into the family
room where the movie was blasting away.  When I got there, she was
sitting on the edge of the couch, elbows on her knees, hands cupping her
chin...and the biggest shit-eatin' grin on her face...and red as a beet!
I turned down the volume to a reasonable level and asked her if she
wanted to join me in a beer, or if she'd prefer a glass of white wine
instead, or maybe a Pepsi?  She opted for the wine...her husband might
get a little suspicious if she came home with beer on her breath after
delivering cookies!

     When I came back from the kitchen with the glass of wine, she had
gotten a little more relaxed and was leaning back on the sofa, eyes
glued on the television where "the blond" was deep-throating a huge
cock.  When I stuck the glass of wine in front of her face, the grin
reappeared with the blush.  She didn't say anything, but took the glass
and sipped at the wine, while I sat in "my" chair half-way across the
room and grabbed my can of "Blue", then focused on "the blond" doing her
thing.  I couldn't help but think of this stranger sitting less than ten
feet away watching this movie on my television with me....  I couldn't
even remember her name!  (It was Linda)  Occasionally, as scenes would
change, I'd glance over to her to see how she was doing.  Our eyes would
never meet, but I could sense her movements...her hands would approach
her pussy, or she'd seem to rub against her tit with her upper arm, or
something subtle like that....

     This went on for what seemed like a long time, but was probably
only ten or fifteen minutes.  Then, her voice broke the ice in the room
when she asked for a refill.  Startled, I jumped out of my chair and
seemed to grab the glass out of her hand and headed for the kitchen.  As
I reached into the 'fridge for the wine bottle, I realized that she
followed right behind me....  I asked her what she thought of the movie
so far.  She replied that, in her opinion, this kind of movie didn't
really do much for her, that she watched them with her husband because
they seemed to do a LOT for him, and that she could take them or leave
them.

     I asked her if I should turn it off, and she emphatically said
"NO!  Please, leave it on!  I've been looking for an excuse to get to
know you better, and I'm glad your wife isn't home."  She was now near
enough to me that I could almost feel her without touching.  I didn't
know what to do next!  How should I act?  It had been YEARS since I'd
had an affair with another woman against my wife's knowledge...it lasted
almost 2 years before she found out....  What with working a lot of
hours, and keeping up with the 8 acres of lawn, and keeping four cars
maintained, the computers, etc., I hadn't given a lot of thought to
"other women" in a long time!  Well, yes I had, but had not taken any
initiative to get to know anyone since we moved to this remote location
almost ten years ago.  Besides, I was younger then...what possibly could
this near-stranger want with a seemingly-loyal husband of her daughter's
friend's mother?

     My head was swimming with a lot of doubts and questions when I felt
her hand on my zipper.  I realized I hadn't yet poured the wine, and
nearly spilled it as my zipper was slowly being pulled down, but I
managed to fill the glass and push the cork back onto the bottle.  Not
knowing whether or not she wanted it now, I picked it up and sheepishly
turned toward her.  With her left hand on my zipper, her right hand
surrounded mine on the wine glass, and she slowly lifted it to her lips,
looking deeply into my eyes while she downed the whole thing!  Then our
hands together set the glass on the counter and she moved them to her
breast, as she moved ever-so-close to me and reached her lips toward
mine.

     We kissed.  Slowly, she removed both her hands and surrounded my
body with them, rubbing up and down my back.  I reached my arms under
hers and pulled her tightly to me.  We continued kissing, sucking now on
each others' lips, tongues fighting for space, breathing heavily...as I
realized my wife and I hadn't kissed like this since we were first
married...

     She broke the kiss and slowly moved down my chest and on down to
my belt, undid it, opened my jeans and lowered them.  I wasn't wearing
any shorts (never do on weekends), and she seemed surprised at that,
letting out a little gasp!  As her lips surrounded the head of my
now-hard six-inches, I looked at this lady, I think, for the first
time.  I'm 5'7" tall, and when we kissed she was several inches shorter
than me, so she must have been about 5'2" or 5'3".  As I looked down at
her, she was looking up to my eyes, watching the expression on my
bewildered face.  She had my cock deep into her mouth, going back and
forth, up and down it's shaft, sucking, licking, kissing it's head, all
the while her eyes looking into mine, those beautiful big blue eyes
seemed to smile.  She was enjoying this as much as I!

     Only in my wildest fantasies had anyone ever done this to me, for
me...and here it was happening for real!  My wife would NEVER consider
doing anything like this!  The only time we "had sex" was in bed with
the lights off, usually in the missionary position, or sometimes,
rarely, she'd get on top and ride me.  But in the kitchen? ...in broad
daylight? ...giving me head? ...in the middle of the afternoon?  NEVER!

     While my mind raced on, thinking of my wife, Linda lifted my left
leg to pull off my jeans, then the right, then reached up and unbuttoned
my shirt, all the while she never let my cock out of her sucking mouth.
Now, here I am stark naked standing in the middle of the kitchen on
Saturday afternoon with a practically-strange neighbor-lady sucking my
dick!

     Eventually, the sensations began to have an impact on my brain and
it occured to me that I should return some of this great immense
pleasure to her, so I reached down and gently took her by her upper arms
and lifted her back to a standing position, where I firmly planted my
lips onto hers and resumed the wonderful kissing she had aborted
earlier.  This time, however, I reached down and lifted her sweat-shirt
up toward her shoulders.  I unfastened her bra clasp, broke the kiss,
lifted off the shirt, pulled the bra down her shoulders and off her
arms, kissing my way down her neck to her right breast, finally stopping
at the nipple.  I gently bit it and heard her let out a slight moan, so
I kissed my way over to her left nipple and did the same thing, with the
same result.  While sucking and nibbling at that nipple, I unfastened
her jeans, lowered her zipper as slowly as she had done mine, then
carefully eased the jeans over her round little ass and on down to the
floor where she immediately stepped out of them.

     Now clad only in her white bikini panties, shoes and socks, I
began a slow descent toward her blond mound, my hands working on the
nipples that my lips had just left stranded.  I managed to get the top
of her panties with my teeth and eventually had them pulled down to her
thighs far enough to be able to bury my tongue in her moist slit.  Not
only did this strange lady look beautiful, she tasted wonderful as
well!  The last time I'd tried to eat my wife, she smelled like she
hadn't bathed in weeks, and it was not very stimulating!  But this
woman had an aroma that said "sex"!  I felt like a teenager with his
first piece of pussy!  My tongue worked her clit, each hand was
squeezing a boob or pinching a nipple, and my ears heard an approving
moan that was asking for more and more! I felt Linda's hands push on
the back of my head while her hips ground toward my face, when she let
out a scream of pleasure that told me I'd done my job!  She was
trembling and breathing so heavily, I wondered why my wife and I had
never tried such an adventure.

    When her spasms subsided a bit, I removed my tongue from her clit
and lowered my hands to her hips, and raised up to face her again.  She
kissed me hard, her tongue probing my mouth almost like that of a snake.
Her eyes were closed and she had me in a bear hug so tight that her
nipples almost dug into my chest, and my upright cock was planted firmly
against her abdomen...I was almost fucking her naval!  She then released
me from the hug and backed away about two inches, opened her dreamy eyes
and, backing up, pulled me back toward the family room where another
porno movie was now showing, her smiling eyes never leaving mine.

    We got to the sofa, where she again sat on the edge of the cushion,
pulling me down toward her.  Again we kissed.  I was kneeling in front
of her, between her and the television, lips locked, her arms tightly
around my neck.  Then she pushed me backward and sat precisely on the
tip of my still erect member, she still wet from her earlier orgasm and
my tongue.  But she didn't allow me to penetrate her pussy beyond the
head.  Her hands now pushed against my shoulders as I leaned back,
eventually to lay on the floor with her towering over me, her tits sort
of dangling in front of my face, my cockhead just barely between her
cuntlips.  Again, I looked into her eyes, wondering what she had in
mind.  This woman had the sexiest eyes I'd ever seen!  And those sexy
eyes were looking deeply into my own!

     I heard a woman on the tube yell out an orgasmic scream just as
Linda's pussy engulfed my own rod.  She just kind-of sat there for a few
minutes, almost milking my cock with her pussy-muscles.  It felt
tremendous!  She then slowly moved up and down the shaft, still
squeezing and releasing with her cunt, especially as she got to the head
of my dick.  We had been going at this for almost an hour and I hadn't
even thought about cumming until I felt those cuntlips milking my cock,
but I managed to hold off when she eased back down it until it was
buried all the way in.  Her eyes were now closed, her head back, her
lips forming the biggest smile I'd seen on a woman's face.  She was
truly remarkable...pretty, a beautiful woman, the smoothest skin I'd
touched since I'd first touched my wife when we were barely twenty, and
this woman had to be at least our age of 40!  How did she keep so slim
and trim?

     As she rocked slowly up and down, side to side, gyrating her
pelvis, our pubic hairs meshing together, I could feel my cock throbbing
against the inner walls of her being.  I wanted to stay in this position
forever.  She was so HOT inside!  Her boobs, probably about 34-C's,
swayed with her bodily movements.  I thought about how much I'd like to
tit-fuck those beauties!  But instead, I buried my nose between them,
kissing her chest between them, holding myself up with my elbows as she
leaned toward my face, her hips continuing the rhythm against my groin.
We were a perfect "fit"!

     Then she started bucking and trembling and almost pouncing up and
down on my shaft.  I tried to counter her thrusts with my own, and the
sounds of the slapping of her wet cunt against my groin were over-
whelming!  I couldn't hold back, nor did I want to try!  I could feel my
balls about to burst, and pulled out of her pussy so I could cum!  She
yelled "WHAT the FUCK do you think you're DOING?  PUT THAT BACK WHERE
IT BELONGS!"  She then reached down and grabbed it and, lining up her
hips, sat back down onto it just as I exploded!  At the same time, she
screamed and fell onto me!

     We just laid there for a few minutes, letting our breathing
gradually return to normal.  Then, I reached across the floor and
grabbed the afghan that I was going to curl up with, and pulled it over
her nakedness.  She raised her head above mine, looked once again into
my eyes, smiled the biggest smile again, then collapsed once again
against my chest as I wrapped my arms around her and closed my eyes,
not wanting this moment to ever pass.

     Unfortunately, it had to.  After what seemed like an eternity, but
was probably about fifteen minutes, she slowly pushed herself up and
off, my still-hard cock slapped against my abdomen when it was released
from her hot cunt.  With the afghan draped over her body, she turned and
moved down once again to my dick and licked her juices from it, then put
it, in its proud entirety, all the way into her mouth.  Not sucking now,
just sort-of slurping with her lips, wrapping her tongue around it as
she moved up and down it.  Then she stood straight up!  So I got to my
feet and tried to reach her to hug her once more.  She backed away, her
eyes on my dick, her hands at her side, a look of wonder on her face,
she said "How do you keep it so hard for so long?  My husband's goes
limp the instant he shoots his load?"

     I stammered, "Well, I don't know, actually, that usually happens to
me, too...I don't know...um, ah...."

     Then she raised her eyes to mine once again, smiled, and
practically jumped into my arms as though we were long-lost lovers
meeting at a train station after World War II or something.  She was SO
hugable!  And that's precisely what we did, hug each other for a long,
long time, her head against my shoulder, arms wrapped around my neck, my
arms wrapped around her slim body, my right hand cupping her ass-cheek,
giving it an occasional squeeze.

     Then she said, without moving, that she'd never planned this, that
it just "happened", and that I should not think any less of her because
of it.  I thought to myself, how could I think less of her because of
such a beautiful experience?  And what came out of my mouth was "Oh,
darlin'..., oh, my oh my,...", and that was all!

     She broke the embrace, pushed herself away and RAN to the kitchen
to retrieve her clothing.  I just stood there!  My cock was still
standing at attention when she came back a few minutes later fully
dressed.  She was staring at my jolly roger when she handed me my jeans,
then kind-of giggled a cute little giggle.

     "That'll be twenty bucks," she said, nonchalantly, still smiling.

     "Huh?" I responded, somewhat startled.

     "For the cookies!" she replied, with another chuckle.

     So, I reached in my jeans for my wallet, pulled out a twenty and
handed it to her.

     She looked back down at my erect penis and said, "What are you
going to do with THAT?"

     I answered, "I don't know, but I'm sure it'll be gone before my
wife gets home!".  She then reached down and wrapped her left hand
around it, and said, "Where'd you hang my coat?".

     I glanced toward the closet, where she led me by the dick, not
letting go until after she'd gotten her coat off the hanger and was
ready to put her left arm into the sleeve.  She then looked once more
into my eyes and said, "Thank you, it's been the most wonderful Saturday
afternood I've ever had."  She then turned her back to me and walked out
the door.  I just stood there and watched as the door closed behind her.
