Adrienne is so unlike my wife; she isn’t a slick model
type. She has an earthy farm-look, large boobs and a
low hanging ass. I found her look so sensual, and was
frightened because I have fantasized fucking her. Oh,
did I forget to mention that I had never cheated.
We were four couples playing tennis at our friend’s
home. During the game, Adrienne went to her house to
fix lunch. She returned and asked if one of us would be
willing to help her prepare potato salad and burgers.
Neither my wife nor the other two women volunteered.
Adrienne’s husband said, "Why don’t you go, Phil, you
don’t like sports anyway." I was the nerd of the group.
As I walked toward her, tennis wasn’t important. I know
she has long nipples because I’ve seen her without a
bra more than once. Oh, I forgot, Adrienne wears
glasses. But instead of turning me off, I saw a very
sexual chick under those glasses. Her sexuality moved
me to become stupidly and crazily irrational.
As I almost caught up to her, I ogled her body from the
rear and joked. "Great view from back here."
She had on a short tennis skirt, and her panties were
visible from my angle. She laughed and replied. "I take
it as a compliment that you’d even glance at my butt.
Compared to your wife, us gals feel neglected when
she’s around."
I said. "She doesn’t have a personality like you,
Addi." She is called Addi for short instead of
Adrienne.
She again laughed and wiggled her butt playfully. "Is
that what you’re looking at, my personality?" She
stopped and lifted the back of her tennis skirt to show
me her white panties. "What part of my split
personality do you like most? My right cheek which is
the good gal, or my left cheek which is the naughty
gal?" She wiggled her ass cheeks as she said this in a
playful tone.
I said. "I’d have to test them out first, like kiss and
lick and bite each one." This was so unlike me to make
sexual overtones. I’m not a lady’s man. Unfortunately,
never have been. Nerd is more like it.
She gave off a guttural laugh. "A real ass man. Wow!
Well, I like the kissing and licking part, but no
biting please. Is that what you do to your wife, is
it?"
She stopped and waited until I caught up to her, and we
walked back together. We chatted and she joked about
her butt hanging too low and her boobs being too big.
Then she joked. "I know I shouldn’t say it but you got
me started, Phil. So, since you’re an ass man, what are
you, let me guess, ah, ah, you’re a lickety-split."
When my facial expression told her that I didn’t have a
clue what she was alluding to, she said. "You don’t
know what lickety-split is. My, my Phil." And she let
it go at that.
I said. "Let me think about it."
Addi laughed heartedly at my expense. She said.
"Nothing to think about. Split and lick."
When I didn’t respond, she said. "Phil, get your head
out of the computer. We’re talking about my butt. Two
ass cheeks right. Split them. Like spread them apart
and then get your nose and tongue in there and lick.
Lickety-split! And yummy, yummy!" She yelped in glee.
I blushed and she saw it. She said, "My God, Phil, you
are different, but in an interesting way." And she
laughed a pleasant laugh to herself.
I said. "Okay. I knew that. Just didn’t know the name
for it."
Then to not come across too nerdy, I added. "You know
that you’re not fat. Your butt and boobs are firm."
She countered. "Glad you noticed, you dirty old man.
But all the women’s magazines say you guys like the
model look, like your wife."
There home is well over 100 yards from the tennis
courts and at a steep incline, meaning it stands well
above the courts and looks down at them.
Addi went to her bedroom and returned after having
removed her sports bra that was needed to support her
tits when she played tennis. She did not have a bra on
under her blouse. Her nipples were plainly visible, the
dark aureoles and pointy nipples made my blood rush.
Back in the kitchen, she gave me a large fruit plate to
bring to the tennis court so the others could nibble
until lunch. At the tennis court I used the bathroom
and found that my dick was very hard as I pissed up in
the air. I was fully aroused by Addi. In six years of
marriage, I had never lusted for another woman. I was
getting turned on to a woman who wore glasses!
At the tennis court, I bade the others goodbye and told
them lunch would be ready in about and hour and a half.
I was ignored. Addi’s husband said., "’Sounds good,
Phil. Should have worked up an appetite by then." He
went back to the game, and had no idea that I lusted
after his wife.
In the kitchen, Addi was at the sink, where a large
window overlooked the tennis court. She said, "Your
wife is gorgeous. My husband and those other two can’t
get enough of looking at her. Just look at them, Phil.
Truthfully, don’t you get jealous?"
I joked. "All guys look. Take me. I’m enchanted by your
personality, Addi."
She laughed, said, "You keep your nose out of my butt."
She paused then said. "Can I ask you something?"
When I nodded yes she said. "Phil, I hate to say this
but I bet all three guys down there, including my
respectable husband, are sexually inflated if you catch
my drift. Does that not bother you?"
I blushed.
She said. "Oh, I’m sorry. I should have thought of your
feelings. I mean, I guess, I’m jealous. That is what
I’m getting at. I’m jealous."
I said. "No offense taken. If your husband is ah,
inflated looking at my wife, then I’m inflated looking
at his wife."
I blushed when I realized that I was telling her that I
had a raging hard-on from being with her.
Then I stupidly looked down to the bulge in my tennis
shorts.
She followed my glaze and obviously saw my hardness
straining to bust out of my tennis shorts.
She said. "Oh, my. Too much tit and ass talk. Anyway
enough joking around. I better go put on a bra. You are
getting naughty. What’s come over you, Phil?"
I said. "I shouldn’t stare. I apologize."
Luckily she didn’t leave the kitchen. Addi said, "No, I
apologize. Didn’t mean to embarrass you. You’re so
different than my husband and most other men. I find
that refreshing."
I was stunned into silence by her remark. That she
found my having a hard-on was refreshing, and that she
wasn’t put off.
She said, "I take it as a compliment. I really do,
Phil."
I said nothing and was still totally nervous as what to
do since I never came on to a woman strongly.
She added, "I hate to admit it, Phil, but it has been a
long time since I got a guy aroused. I mean I know we
are both married, but
I sat down, then said, "Addi, why are you jealous of my
wife?"
She turned, looked at me. "I guess plain old envy.
She’s pretty. Men drool over her. She got a body, why
not!"
When I said nothing, she said, "Well, no matter. I
should I put a bra on if it’s bothering you, which I
take as a compliment. At least I turn on someone."
I wailed in utter sincerity. "Wait. Not yet. "
She leaned back against the sink and laughed at my
plea. She looked at me credulously, wondering what I
was thinking.
I said. "I feel a little stupid not knowing about
lickety-split. You must think I’m without a clue
sexually."
Addi said. "Phil, most guys like to have it done to
them but don’t like returning the favor."
When I didn’t respond, she asked. "What are you
thinking so hard about?"
I said matter of fact. "Want to know one of our
marriage secrets. Actually, I’ve done it to my wife.
Licked her there. It wasn’t intentional."
Addi again gave off a guttural laugh. "Oh my, there you
go again. Now explain that to me if you can or want to.
I mean this I’d like to hear, and I promise I won’t say
a word to your wife."
I thought before I spoke. "Well, you know I knew what I
was doing. I mean I was kissing her crotch. You know,
her …"
Addi giggled at me. "I know what a cunt is, thank you,
Phil."
I went on. "And I got into it, and licked lower and
higher and soon I was licking her ass hole and she
didn’t object. I licked her there many times,
especially when we first got married. Just didn’t know
the name for it. But you know, when I first did it, I
just happened to do it. I didn’t plan it is what I’m
saying."
"Lucky gal, your wife. Now I’m more envious of her."
I said nothing except stare at her face and boobs and
legs.
She said. "One more question, than I’ll shut up. I know
it’s none of my business but since we got on the topic
of butts, I figure your wife enjoyed it, but did you."
I said. "Yeah. Sure."
"You answered too fast." She asked. "Did you really
enjoy doing it or did you do it to please her?"
I thought for a minute. Adjusted my hard-on in my
pants, knowing that Addi could see what I was doing.
Then I said. "The first time, afterwards, I felt
nervous that maybe I was perverted. But when she
encouraged me the second and third times, I liked it. I
mean I was making her cum. That I really liked. But I
liked licking her cunt more. I like the cunt taste and
smell better. But sometimes I noticed that she would
sort of cum or juice from her ass hole when she got
excited. But overall I like pussy more. I fantasize
about going down on different girls…, but….."
Addi said excitedly. "Can you believe we are talking
about this."
I smiled back.
She said. "What is the but?"
I said. "Oh, well, if I tell you you’ll get upset."
She smiled at me, encouragingly.
I said. "When we were walking toward your house before
and I was looking at your butt, and then you lifted
your skirt, and I just had a flash."
She said. "Should I be scared to ask what the flash
was?"
I blushed then said. "I wasn’t thinking abut your cunt
then, just your butt and fantasized about kissing and
licking it."
She stood up but was not disgusted by my reference.
"Too much. I’m going to put a bra on, or you’re going
to be having an accident in your pants."
I jumped in. "Come on. Addi. What harm is there. I
really like seeing you without a bra. I mean you’re not
naked. All I’m doing, really is…..."
She playfully toyed with me. "And what is all that you
are doing, Phil? You're staring at my tits."
I said timidly. "Enjoying the view. No harm. They’re
covered."
Addi said. "Honestly, Phil, why in God’s name would you
fantasize about me? Let’s face it, Phil, I’m not good
looking."
I muttered. "You’re a turn on in a different and very
nice way."
She said. "Really. Would you like to explain how my
boobs are really different?"
I said. "Jeez, like your nipples seem large. That is a
turn on for me anyway. And your tits look big but don’t
seem floppy. I mean truthfully, Addi, they don’t hang
or droop, I think. Tell you what, lift up your blouse
so I can examine just how they hang." I laughed at my
boyish attempt at humor.
She laughed with me. Said. "You’re like a mischievous
little puppy. If …...well, let me put it this way, if I
wasn’t good friends with your wife, I’d flash you right
now. I’d love to see your face. But I won't."
I got excited by that. I yelped. "Show me yours, I’ll
show you mine."
She snorted in an unlady-like fashion and then glanced
at my crotch. "Oh, god, you’re aroused. Really aroused.
Not good. Not good."
When she began walking away to her bedroom, I said,
"Addi, you’re different in ah, I don’t know, like a
down to earth honest way. And I like that."
She stopped and listened.
I continued, "I’ve been thinking about how you’re
different than the other three women, including my
wife. Want to hear?"
She nodded yes and went back to the kitchen sink and
counter top.
I said, "Okay. Here goes. A guy knows you’re down to
earth. Like I know you smell, you have a feminine odor,
you sweat. Think about it. Would I say that about the
other three women?"
She seemed embarrassed.
I quickly said. "I mean that in a very complimentary
way. That you sweat and have an odor. Like I can see
and smell that you’re a flesh and blood woman, not some
deodorant. Tell me truthfully, neither my wife nor the
other gals down there come across physical like you do.
They are model types." I took a breath and sighed when
she didn’t walk away and continued. "Mostly I like your
ass and how it hangs. It’s cute. You got to admit you
got a cute butt, Addi. And I fantasize about licking
it."
She laughed. "I doubt that. Oh, bull. Double bull! But
what I think is that you need to make love to you wife
until you are completely satisfied. You’re aroused
right now and I don’t know why. A horny old dog!
Truthfully, I’m not a head turner, Phil. I know that
for a fact."
Then she turned back to the sink and said. "And Phil, I
really appreciate the compliment, I think. No one ever
said that about me: I smell, have a feminine odor and
what else, my tits are earthy. Was that a compliment?"
My tone of voice changed in some way when I replied.
"You know it is."
She turned to look at my face, at my eyes. My tone of
voice had caught her attention. She again glanced at my
crotch. Then she quickly averted her eyes and turned
back to the sink.
I moved next to her quickly. She turned to look out the
window but was keenly aware of how close I was to her.
I moved my hips and my pelvis so they were pushed up
against her butt. My cock was right against her soft
ass cheeks.
She tried to move away but I held onto her hips and
kept her in place. "Phil, what are you doing?"
I whispered. "What do you think?"
She tried to laugh but it came out choked. "You’re
rubbing your crotch and your, ah, your inflation,
against my butt and you should be doing that with your
wife, not me. That is what I think."
I joked. "You got a great, ah, personality and my cock
wants to split it." And kept my hips and cock pressed
against her butt.
She said. "Not funny. Your cock is pushing against my
ass. Phil, can’t you see that I’m upset? "
I moved back and forth so that my cock caressed her
butt.
She echoed. "Phil, please, think with your head, the
one on your shoulders. I can feel your erection, but I
can’t help you in that department. Don’t you want to
hear why I’m upset?"
I lamented. "You know what I want, Addi." Her short
skirt made it easy for my hands to caress the bare skin
of her legs. She froze when my left hand caressed her
inner thigh and inched upwards. I moved my hand to her
crotch and she gasped and squeezed her legs together to
deny me access. I moved my pelvis in closer, pushing
her against the sink cabinet. Then my right hand moved
around her front and caressed her right tit though her
blouse.
She cried out. "My god, Phil. Do you realize what
you’re doing?" But she did not struggle very much. Sure
she tried to wiggle away, but I knew she was not a real
fighter and was timidly frightened by my advances. She
said. "Okay, you had a real good feel. Now let me go.
I’ll put a bra on."
I had her pinned and she didn’t struggle hard to get
way as I suspected she wouldn’t do. But I wasn’t one
hundred percent sure she would not scream so I had to
soothe her fears. "Addi. Please. Let me touch you a
little; then I’ll stop and be a good boy."
My hand was firmly caressing her right tit through her
blouse while my other hand was wedged between her
tightly clamped legs. I held her steady with my pelvis
and stomach and chest pressing her firmly against the
kitchen sink. She tried to break away, this time a much
stronger effort but it was too late unless she was
willing to scream and actually fight me physically
which was not part of her personality.
I continued my psychological attack. "Addi, just a
little bit more and then I’ll stop. Listen, sweetie,
you know you turn me on; I fanaticize about you.
Masturbate thinking of you. Let me feel you a little
more, please."
She screeched, but not loud enough to carry out the
kitchen. "No. Stop touching me right now."
But I did not. Instead I had both my hands on her tits.
I had her pinned.
She pleaded. "You’re making me real scared."
I said. "I’m not going to hurt you. You know me better
than that. I just want to feel them."
She squeaked. "Sure, all you want is to feel me up. I’m
married; you’re married."
I held her firmly in place. "Addi, I want to caress
you. What harm is there. No one will know." I moved my
one hand over her whole tit and gave it a good cuddle,
especially where her nipple was.
She tried to push me off using her butt, but instead I
met her thrust with my own thrust of my hardened prick.
She stopped that quick enough when she realized I was
humping her butt. Addi said. "Phil. Don’t touch my
breasts. They’re real sensitive. Come on, let’s talk."
She had eased up on her clamped legs in order to use
her hands and her butt to push me off. I took advantage
of this and used my other hand to wiggle between her
clamped legs and was able to get one finger at her
crotch and under her panties. I felt her pussy lips and
the dampness.
Suddenly she stopped struggling. She was gasping for
air, in heavy and uneven gulps. Then she slumped the
top part of her body from the waist up, over the sink
area and concentrated her energy to clamp her legs so
tightly that it would dislodge my finger. All to no
avail. I had a finger in her pussy. Even though I was
unable to wiggle it around, it was causing her turmoil.
She was trembling in a sexual, turned on way.
A good 60 seconds went by with neither of us talking.
Except my hands and fingers and cock making a darn good
point.
Addi stopped struggling and said in a guttural, hoarse
voice. "Phil, if I let you touch my breasts, will you
take your finger out of me?"
I pushed my finger deeper in her pussy and she
whispered a mournful plea. "Please. I’ll let you play
with them; you can suck them if you want. Okay? Just
take your finger out of my cunt."
I waited because I was stunned at her response; I
didn’t wait as part of some strategy, but the waiting
turned out in my favor. Addi had to weigh over 140
pounds yet she seemed so passive. When I took my finger
from her pussy, she slumped and became putty in my
hands.
I glanced out the window to make sure all was okay at
the tennis court. Everyone was engaged in their game. I
was free to take my pleasure. So I eased her to the
floor. She lay on her back, her eyes closed. I lay on
her, my hips and cock were firmly above her crotch.
Then I began to feel her up, to let my hands roam under
her blouse and fondle her naked tits. I used both hands
to feel her tits and play with them. Her nipples were
hard and long and large. When my mouth sucked on her
tit, she gasped and shuddered, but stayed still. I
sucked and sucked and she was making crying moans under
her breadth. Her nipples were so juicily long and very
alive. She was responding to my sucking, no doubt about
it.
Of course, this would not satisfy me. In fact, it only
heightened my lust to have more of her. I moved my hips
off her pelvis and was able to slide my face down below
her tits onto her belly when she actually sat up in a
startled position. She wailed. "What are you doing?"
I had to pin her down again by laying on top of her.
Then I slid my body lower until I was between her legs
and was able to grab her feet by the ankles and bring
her legs into the air. I bent her legs onto her belly.
I said. "Addi, I’m going to do what I said I would. I’m
going to lick your ass."
She was helpless. While I held her legs up, I began to
lick and kiss her ankles and move lower, heading to her
crotch. But once my face was in her crotch and sucking
at her damp panties she again began to protest. "No.
Not there. Phil. You promised."
So I lifted her legs so that her ass was more exposed
than her crotch. She stopped struggling. She said.
"Promise me you won’t bite and leave any marks."
I knew she had given in. I struggled to get the words
out. "I promise." I nuzzled my face in her panties and
kissed until I got tired of tasting her cotton panties.
But I did not dislike the odor that was coming from her
cunt. No, that odor was inflaming me to go that next
evil step to hell.
She did not protest or resist as I took off her
panties. I moved quickly. While still holding her legs
up and spread out, I was able to get my face between
her ass cheeks and began to go to town. I licked and
kissed until I had my nose inside her ass hole, then I
put my tongue in there and licked until she was
moaning. Whether they were moans of pain or pleasure I
wasn’t sure. When I began to lick higher to her pussy,
she didn’t fight me off. She was wet, very wet. When I
sucked at her clit, she was juicing her pussy juice in
my mouth. I sucked her clit and then her pussy lips and
got my tongue inside her pussy hole until her body was
totally open. Her cunt was so very exposed. There was
no pain coming from her, only sexually aroused pussy
juice. As I unzipped my pants, she said nothing. I
rubbed my cock between her ass cheek and tried to stick
it up between he ass cheeks.
Then she protested. "No. Not here, Phil. Please. It’s
too big. Please."
I said. "Put it in your cunt for me. Quick."
Amazingly, Addi reached down and guided my cock to her
pussy hole and rubbed my cock tip at her pussy lips and
then pushed it in. I drilled my cock deep into her
pussy in one quick entry. She cried out. "That hurts.
Do it slow, Phil. Please, don’t hurt me this way. You
can fuck me but don’t hurt me." She stopped struggling.
Said. "Do you understand, Phil. I said you can fuck me,
but don’t hurt me. Please. "
I moaned. "Help me then." I let her legs go and she
wrapped them around my waist as my cock began a slow,
steady, in and out thrust. I felt myself building up a
quick cum and slowed down. She had stopped tightening
her pussy and legs muscles. I felt my cock go up to my
balls in her pussy hole; I was all the way in her. I
fucked her with my long cock pole, in and out, slowly.
I could tell on each intake she was feeling pleasure.
When I began to pound in and out, she was gasping.
Sounded very much like sexual moans.
I knew that I could not prolong this fuck too long.
Someone might come to the kitchen. So I pulled my cock
out, and told her to knell. She did as I said, not a
word of protest, no hesitation. Her ass was up in the
air, her legs spread awaiting me to enter her from the
rear. I didn’t disappoint her. I was cock deep in her
pussy when I felt her spasm, over and over. I began to
pump harder and she continued to spasm. I said. "Addi,
am I doing it too hard?"
She didn’t answer with words, but her cunt tightened
over my cock milking it. I began to cum spurt after
spurt of hot cock juice deep into her pussy hole.
It took three minutes before both our bodies subsided.
When my cock fell out of her gapping pussy hole, she
let out a sound that sounded like a sad moan.
She stayed in that position, her ass in the air. I
stood to quickly see if there was any danger from the
tennis court coming my way. All seemed okay. My wife
and the other four players were occupied.
I knelt behind her and began to kiss and lick my way
form her cum filled pussy hole to her very wet ass
hole. Her cunt came alive from my kisses. I said.
"Addi, sit on my face with your pussy so I can lick
it."
Addi dutifully moved around and sat on my face without
uttering a word. After a few minutes of me slurping and
drinking her cunt juices, she lowered her head and took
my soft cum spent cock in her mouth and sucked and
sucked until I was hard. She sucked me wantonly. In
heat. In abandoned lust.
I fucked my cock in her mouth; she took it. I let go a
blast of cum. She swallowed my cum.
I moved out from under her. Used a dish rag to wash off
my cock and balls and then washed off my face and
mouth. She sat on the kitchen floor, her legs wrapped
under her ass as she observed my tidiness, never saying
a word.
I looked out the window and saw my wife and her husband
at the tennis court, totally unaware of what had
transpired. All to the good, so far.
She said. "Are you finished with me?"
It was a challenge too good to pass up. I squatted down
beside her. Said. "Get on your knees again." She looked
at me not understanding. I said. "Just do it, Addi. I
want to lick you."
Addi gave me a look of disbelief but did as I
requested. I licked and kissed and sucked her cunt and
ass hole until my mouth was tired. Addi openly moaned
her orgasms now. No need to be quiet with me anymore.
When I licked and sucked her cunt taste and my cock cum
to my heart’s content, I got up to leave.
She looked at me with softness and said. "Better use my
toothbrush to get the taste of pussy out of your mouth
and take a quick shower, use soap. Wash your hair; it
smells of pussy juice, too."
I showered and brushed my teeth. When finished, I waked
to the kitchen door and said, "I’m going to the tennis
court. You going to be okay?"
She said. "Phil. You just raped me. Are you forgetting
that?"
I said nothing; she was still naked, sitting on the
kitchen floor. I looked at her body, her tits and her
belly, her shoulders, her nipples, and felt a stirring
gain.
She saw my lust. Addi said. "You’re crazy, Phil. You’re
sexually deranged."
I then spoke. "Addi, I’m not sorry for having sex with
you."
She said simply without anger. "I know you’re not."
Then she said. "How am I supposed to face my husband
and your wife?"
I said. "Take a shower. We’ll talk about it some other
time." I walked out the door.
She commanded. "Phil. What are you going to tell your
wife. I need to know."
I stepped back in the kitchen. "Nothing. I never
cheated, not even once. Tonight I’ll be with her, but
I’ll think of you."
She sounded as if she was about to cry when she said.
"Phil, you raped me. Oh, get out of here."
I again headed out the door.
"Phil." Addi said. "Why do you want to fuck me? I need
to understand. What came over you, Phil?"
I said. "Don’t know. And that is the honest truth."
She began to cry. "You got to know. You raped me. Why?"
I knelt next to her. Held m her in my arms and let her
cry. Then said. "I don’t know what came over me. I
never hurt a fly. But it was the best sex I had in
years. In years. "
She implored me. "But we’re married, Phil."
I said, "You came. Can’t deny it. We both did. Best
ever for me."
She groaned. "Shut up."
I simply stated. "I’ll want to fuck you again."
She whimpered. "I know you do. This is what’s so
crazy."
I said nothing.
She said. "This is a one time thing. I wont let you do
it to me again."
I went to the door. Turned to look at her. "I’ll rape
you again. I need to have you."
Addi said. "Take that tray of potato salad, the
coleslaw, and beans. Tell them the burgers will be
ready in thirty minutes. I need to shower."
