Chapter 14

From the way Diane looked at me I knew she was interested. I kept finding her staring at my breasts, licking her lips, breathing heavy. I could also sense she was skittish. If I came right out and asked, she’d bolt. I had to be patient, take my time.

I started slow, making friends with her. After Diane was comfortable around me, I began revealing my body. Letting her catch me in panties and a t-shirt, for example. Once she was got used to that, I removed the top, letting her see my bare breasts. I felt so sexy, having her gape at me like that. I’m sure she was playing with that sweet pussy of hers when she got home.

I knew I was making progress the day I went over and she was wearing that sexy pair of panties and nothing else. It was all I could do, not to attack her, to lunge and wrap my mouth around her pink nipples. I knew it was time for the next step.

I didn’t know she was on her way over, but I heard her coming through the woods. I was already naked, and decided to put my plan into action. It was child’s play to get her naked too, and sunning with me. I made sure to wait though, getting her comfortable with our mutual nudity. At lunch I plied her with with lots of wine, making sure she was good and toasty.

I really didn’t intend to masturbate that day. it just sort of happened. The sun, the wine, the music, next thing I know I’m rubbing my pussy. I was a little worried I’d blown it, but I shouldn’t have been. Diane fell right in line, going at her own sweet pussy. I thrilled when she reached out for me. Even the simple act of holding hands as we orgasmed together was more sexual contact than I’d had in the last few years.

After that she was putty in my hands. We had several more joint masturbation sessions, but I was eager for more, and I could tell she was too. The shower was the key, get her into a confined area, a little accidental touching, and I’d have her.

I did have her too! Diane was more than willing, her kisses burned with passion. She had one of the tastiest pussies I’d ever eaten, and a tongue that never seemed to tire.

Diane was an excellent lover. Passionate, sexy, and creative. I loved being with her. But I needed more. Specifically 10 inches more, in the form of her husband’s cock.

That turned out to be easy too. A nudge here, a suggestion there, a little pillow talk and soon Diane was feeling guilty. Having already laid the ground work, she was all to willing to jump at my suggestion. A video of the two of us, getting it on, imploring Jake to join us.

Jake was a wild man. He fucked me in ways I’d forgotten about. I loved it when he ravaged my ass, I’ll be sore for a week but smile every time I think about it. What a cock! He recovered faster than a lot of college boys I knew. And I’d been fucked by my share of boys in college!

Now came the scary part. Jake was home with his sweet little wife, talking about what had happened. If all went well, I’d get a phone call in the morning from Jake and Diane, inviting me over. If not, well looks like I’d have to find a new house.